Create A Clan- V.3

My gallery · by **Chamrosh** » Mon May 29, 2017 10:11 am

Gustclan
Number of Cats: 14 (2 of which are kits)
|7F|7M|
Food Consumption: 4
Visit to Moonpool: It’s been more than a week since the last Moonpool visit

“Hi! Hello! I’m Lobeliafur, and I think Starclan sent me here? I’m a little unsure of whether this is the right place or not! It’s quite a long way from where I came from before. I’m also unsure if Starclan really meant me, as I only just became a warrior anyway, and I’m not especially talented at anything, I’m only a –fur cat! Oh, Starclan, should I have not said that? I’ll be very grateful if you want me, especially after that. Sorry-“
It was at this point that Heronstar finally decided it was appropriate to interrupt her. Heronstar was sure that if she was left to keep talking, she’d continue until she died of thirst. “It’s alright. You wouldn’t be a warrior if you weren’t skilful. Being a –fur cat just means that you’re reasonably good at everything, and I’m more than happy to have a cat like that if Starclan thinks you’re a good match for Gustclan.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re Heronstar, right? Thank you! I promise I’ll be a good warrior!”
Lobeliafur only briefly stopped talking on the whole walk home.
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“Has anyone ever climbed up there before?” Droserapaw asked, sitting on his haunches on the shoreline. He was sitting as close to the cliff-face as he could while making looking at the top not strain his neck.
Myrtleclaw looked after him, following his apprentice’ gaze. He froze for a second, terrified at the very idea of what could have happened to any cats who had. “I don’t think so.”
“Can you teach me how to climb, so I can climb up there first?”
“You could just walk up the slope.”
Droserapaw’s tail flicked impatiently, and excitedly, at the same time. “But climbing up and down it quickly could be a huge advantage in a battle! If you could dart straight up to the top to escape from enemy warriors, you could have entirely lost them by the time they got up there.”
“Hmm.” Myrtleclaw considered his apprentice’ thinking, and realised it was sound, though not just for battles. If there was a big flood, they could escape up there. If they wanted to look out for enemy movements, potentially staying close to the rocks near the top could be a good spot. If a kit got stuck up a tree… well, if a cat could climb all the way up there, they could definitely save the kit. “Alright. But we’ll start with something simple, first. I don’t think you’ve even mastered climbing up normal trees, have you?”
Droserapaw pouted at this poor evaluation of his skills. Unfortunately for him, it was accurate. He hadn’t done much climbing at all yet.
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Boulderdash had left the kits behind in the nursery so she could discuss resuming her normal warrior duties with Heronstar, and had left Shellpaw in charge of the kits while she was gone. Droserapaw and Myrtleclaw were still training (they must have had lofty ambitions for Droserapaw in whatever skill it was), and Harrierpely had gone out to gather herbs. Shellpaw was more than happy to take over the job. “When Elmkit was still very young, there was a frog in camp.”
“What sort of frog?”
“A shiny, pretty one with brown, lumpy skin and a green neck that went “rib’it” right through the night!” Nettlekit giggled, and made a loud ribbit noise. Sparrowkit gave her the evileye, trying to sleep. “So the elders got really fed up with it! They said “we can’t sleep! There’s a frog in our den!”” It was pretty obvious from Shellpaw’s tone that he was making it up as he went along, but Nettlekit didn’t seem to notice.
“Why didn’t they catch the frog?”
“It was too slippy for them, and it would… it would look bad if an elder couldn’t even catch a single frog! …er… Sootstripe? Tried to catch it, and he fell on his face, and got a nasty scratch from the sticks in his den. None of the elders wanted to do the same thing! So they asked “Will anyone catch this frog for us, so we can sleep?!” And all the other cats said “No, I have more important things to do!” Er… Birchheart said “I have to train this apprentice who died too young!” and, er…. Silverleaf said “I have to talk to Harrierpelt, the medicine cat!” and, erm… Daisyclaw said “I need to go hunting!”. But the elders and Soot… fur was it? Sootfur kept asking about which cats could go until eventually, er…”
“Betonycloud.” Sparrowkit suggested, seemingly getting annoyed at Shellpaw’s long pauses coming up with names.
“Betonycloud, thanks, said “I know who could help! There’s a kit I’m looking after, and she doesn’t have anyone to play with! I think Elmkit should catch the frog.” Elmkit over-heard this and decided to catch the frog to show off! She kept trying to catch the frog, but it kept getting away! She chased it into the bush, but it kept croaking! She chased it across the ground, and it kept going! Eventually it plopped into the river, and Elmkit thought that it was all dealt with, because it would be able to get back to camp from there, but… Elmkit was lost!”
The youngsters had been so involved in Shellpaw’s story, they hadn’t noticed as Boulderdash and Heronstar sat down to the side of them all again. “Well, I know ‘ho ta go to if I wan’ story-telling. You’re pretty good at i’, Shellpaw.”
“He really is.” Shellpaw folded in on himself in embarrassment from the compliment.

[Lobeliafur joins Gustclan]
[Myrtleclaw and Droserapaw train; climb]
[Argusheart and Shellpaw train]
[Boulderdash stays in camp with the kits, Sparrowkit and Nettlekit]
[Harrierpelt goes out to look for herbs]
[Heronstar and Chubtail go on patrol]
[Heronstar and Chubtail try for kits!]
[Pearstone, Osierfang and Lobeliafur go hunting]
[Gustclan consumes a big fish and a half squirrel – 4 portions]

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Previous

Relations of Cats - Clan Description

Leader:
Heronstar | 55 | Female
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
↪ Point long-furred molly with blue eyes

Deputy:
Chubtail | 51 | Male
↪ Brown tabby tom with white patches and yellow eyes
** Carries point

Medicine Cat: (1)
Harrierpelt | 30 | Male
↪ Long-furred dark-grey tom with amber eyes

Warriors: (4)
Myrtleclaw | 42 | Male
↪ Long furred pale grey tabby tom with golden eyes
Argusheart | 47 | Female
↪ Chocolate/Dark tortoiseshell molly with pale green eyes
Pearstone “Poirroche” | 29 | Male
↪Long-furred white tom with slightly grey tail and green eyes
Osierfang | 17 | Female
↪Gold-brown tabby molly with green e yes
Bugleclaw | 48 | Male
↪Large, long-furred black tom with hazel eyes
Lobeliafur | 13 | Female
↪White-furred molly with brown eyes

Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices: (2)
Shellpaw | 9 | Male
↪ White tom with grey point and blue eyes
Droserapaw | 9 | Male
↪ Tabby brownish-red tom with blue eyes
** Carries point
Name | Age | Gender

Queens: (1)
Boulderdash | 46 | Female | ••
↪ Slender grey tabby molly with green eyes
↪Scar on shoulder and chipped ear
Name | Age | Gender | •

Kits: (2)
Sparrowkit | 3 | Female
↪ Pale grey tabby newborn molly kit with hazel eyes
Nettlekit | 3 | Female
↪ Pale grey tabby newborn molly kit with blue eyes
Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
Name | Age | Gender
Name | Age | Gender

My gallery · by **Lady M** » Mon May 29, 2017 1:45 pm

Number of Cats: | ♂: 1 | ♀: 1 | Cats: 2 |
Next Moon Pool Visit: Now

Special Notes: I know I sent Darkstar to Moonpool last post, but it has been a week, can I do it again?

Edit: Kitorine Said cause' it was a week I could go to moonpool again

Waking up Darkstar got out into the clearing to see Midnightclaw staring at her vary haughtily "Good to see you finally awake" he mused. "Well, you look ready for a long day of hunting and patrolling" and with that she bounded off into the forest "Hey, wait up". With that the ran off into the forest together, panting but happy.
They stopped at the stream in the middle of the territory and settled down together purring "You know, your not that bad" And neither are you. Starclan told me to find a cat named Darkstar, and when I saw you I thought, wow,
I hope this is Darkstar" she shoved him away, but not hurting him in the least. Looking down at her paws "Will you be my mate?" slipped out. "Of course, silly".
[Midnightclaw is the new deputy]
[Darkstar and Midnightclaw become mates]
[Midnightclaw goes patroling/hunting]
[Darkstar asks for a medicine cat]

My gallery · by **Simonpet** » Mon May 29, 2017 2:20 pm

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍
Number of Cats: 18
Kits Due In: N/A
Next Moonpool Visit: 06/04/2017

As Honeystar walked the familiar path to the Moonpool, she thought about her thriving clan. Why, it seemed like only a moon ago she had found Crowcloud huddling near that boulder! Time flew quickly, it seemed.

As she neared the waters of the Moonpool, she thought about her request. After finding two more warriors and the every-nearing newleaf, there wasn’t much to request from Starclan. No, there was. Elders, cats who could retell the history of a clan, were vital. Yes, that’s who she would request; an elder.

Honeystar padded up to the still waters and lapped some up. She lay down and soon fell asleep but when she awoke, she found herself in the familiar forests of her clan like the first time she had dreamed of Starclan.

"Honeystar. You have come so far. "

Honeystar rose and turned around to face an elderly tom. He was pale brown with some striping and his voice seemed familiar. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Minkstar. Your grandfather."

Honeystar was confused and it showed in her voice. "But my mother was part of a clowder and my father was a loner. How am I your granddaughter?" No one had ever hinted at her being descended from a clan leader, especially not her mother. And what clan was Minkstar from, anyways?

"Cherryclan failed during the first winter," said Minkstar. "After we scattered, I mated with a loner but never knew what happened to her kits because I died soon after; old age, disease, and injuries took away all nine of my lives." Though his body language was neutral, his voice shook slightly, betraying his emotions. "I ended up in Starclan and tried to communicate to my only surviving daughter. She refused my summons and I ended up contacting you: my granddaughter."

"You were that voice!" exclaimed Honeystar. She now remembered where she had heard his voice before; as a young cat, someone claiming to be from Starclan had told her to make a clan as that was her destiny.

Minkstar bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Yes, I was. I hoped that your clan would last far longer than mine and that you would be a strong leader. So far you have made me proud." He gave Honeystar a small smile. "Now I know that you have a question. Speak and I will try to answer."

"I was going to ask for an elder," said Honeystar after a few moments.

"Then I will try to lead one to you. Go back to your clan. You should be proud of all that you have accomplished."

***
Honeystar had left for the Moonpool the previous night, and so it was up to Birchnose to organize the patrols as usual.

"Up, up, up!" she called to everyone in the warriors' den, shaking everyone who wasn't yet stirring. Groaning, the warriors woke and filed out of the den, with the mentors grabbing their apprentices. The eight cats grabbed some food and then left the camp to train. The rest gathered around the Speaker's Tree, where Birchnose sat at the roots.

"Today," she said, "Daisywhisker, Egretstep, and I will go hunting. Ashstripe and Palefur will go on a border patrol."

"And I will go herb hunting," said Crowcloud.

Birchnose nodded. "Okay. You all know what to do. Let's go! No rest for a warrior!" She first watched as the border patrol left the camp, before leaving the camp with Daisywhisker and Egretstep at her side.

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Once the worst of the leafbare had let up, Birchnose began to send out Egretstep on patrols and discovered that he was especially good at hunting with his odd gait. Today, she had sent herself and two of the best hunters in the clan on a patrol to see how much food they could catch.

"Isn't fate strange?" commented Daisywhisker.

"What do you mean?" asked Birchnose. Egretstep simply looked at the other tom curiously.

"I never thought that I'd ever see my brother, Bou--Dawnstorm, again once we separated," said Daisywhisker, "but just a few seasons later we're together again!"

Birchnose chuckled and Egretstep simply smiled. "Fate or Starclan, whichever it may be, certainly is interesting! Now let's get back to hunting."

***
Ashstripe and Palefur padded through the forest. Palefur especially enjoyed the warmer weather because of his thin fur.

"I like it here in Forestclan," said Ashstripe suddenly.

"Yeah, me too. It's placed well and there's lots of prey for everyone."

"No, I mean that everyone is really kind."

Palefur looked at the other tom. "Why wouldn't we be? Clans thrive on unity."

"I know, but..."

"Thinking about Tumbleclan again?"

"Yeah."

"Listen. I'm sure that Swanfoot's dead and that the rest of your clan survived," Palefur said reassuringly.

"I hope so," murmured Ashstripe.

"Maybe at the next Gathering you'll see them!"

"Yeah. Probably."

Forestclan consumes 4 servings (two squirrels)
Honeystar goes to the Moonpool and requests an elder
Crowcloud goes herb hunting
Birchnose, Daisywhisker, and Egretstep go hunting
Ashstripe and Palefur go on a border patrol
Alderclaw, Briarwhisker, Dawnstorm, Snowfoot, Adderpaw, Barleypaw, Boulderpaw, and Dustpaw train; fighting
Snowfoot and Dawnstorm try for kits

My gallery · by **requiem,** » Tue May 30, 2017 12:02 am

this leaf-bare was incredibly short and all the snow has already melted. it is now new-leaf!

the chance of flooding or finding new cats is very high. kittings will also be much easier.

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↞ Đɇfɇnđɇɍ ↠ wrote:

silverstar was humming happily as birds chirped overhead when a cat hopped over to her. the cat was smiling widely, but it faded when he saw the molly wasn't the one he was looking for. "sorry, i thought you were my mate." the tom said, clearly disappointed. "your mate, huh?"

[ your cats caught a robin and a finch! ]
[ whitebark found hawkweed! ]
[ silverstar found aspencreek's mate! ]

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Arya22 wrote:
Swallowclan

spiderstar smiled as both hunting patrols came back with loads of prey. leaf-bare was long gone, and prey was more present in the territory than ever before. sending out a few more patrols to catch the most prey possible in case of a flood would be a good idea.

[ your cats caught a thrush, a rabbit, a vole, a small carp and a big salmon! ]
[ fawnthroat found bindweed and broom! ]

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eggshells wrote:

"flamepaw, you've got it all wrong. you have to take quieter steps." sighed owlfeather as his apprentice tried her best at making no noise. "i'm doing my best and you know that," huffed the apprentice, "a cat my age would already be a warrior!"

[ flamepaw learned the stealth skill, and thrushpaw learned the fighting skill! ]
[ your cats caught two hares, an owl, a mouse and a shrew! ]
[ your patrol found a queen! she is due in one moon. ]

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Dinolil1 wrote:
first post is here!

a cat stood in front of a house overflowing with moss and ivy. the cat walked into and looked around. this seemed to be a nice place to start a clan. yes, this is where moorclan would begin.

[ starclan sent you your leader! ]

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[ eclipseclan, swallowclan, scorchclan and moorclan are in this post! ]

[ orchardclan, sedgeclan, rainclan, blazeclan and aspenclan, your replies are here! ]

[ beechclan and caveclan, your replies are here! ]

[ thicketclan and fernclan, your replies are here! ]

[ lotusclan, your reply is here! ]

[ crowclan and summitclan, your replies are here! ]

[ strikeclan, your reply is here! ]

My gallery · by **whatswrongwithangela** » Tue May 30, 2017 12:05 am

Number of Cats: 8 / 3 Servings
Next Moonpool Visit: Now
whole clan chants at the same time > using bold

( im busy and cant post a full post but i hope its fine if i briefly say whats happening )
[ stormdapple is kitting! ( bigger litter ) ]
[ willowstar; moonpool ( any cat ) ]
[ hawknose, maplewhisker; hunting ]
[ fluffyberry, eaglestorm; border patrol ]

My gallery · by **requiem,** » Tue May 30, 2017 12:20 am

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Echanted., wrote:

crowfur rushed into the nursery to see his mate. stormdapple smiled weakly at him, tiny balls of fur resting beside her. "surprise! you're a dad of five kits now." crowfur purred loudly and nuzzled the queen in pure happiness. this was a day he'd never forget.

[ stormdapple gave birth to five kits! ]
[ starclan sent you an apprentice! ]
[ your cats caught a hare and a thrush! ]
[ your patrol found another apprentice! ]

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My gallery · by **shishou** » Tue May 30, 2017 12:39 am

Number of Cats: 8 (4 f, 4 m)

(very short post since im very busy and have limited time)
owlfeather huffed at the apprentices salty retort. "with that attitude you might have
to wait a while longer." he replied back, flamepaw slouched and continued on with
a different type of training.

upon risingstar and falconwatcher's short patrol they had stumbled upon a pregnant
queen which falconwatcher seemed to be fond of. "please, are you in a clan?" the
queen had asked, not waiting for a reply she blurted out "im having my kits soon and
i would really appreciate some help. risingstar falconwatcher looked at each other
before leading the poor molly to their camp

the hunting patrol returned with a bunch of prey in their jaws. the sight making rising
star happier than ever. a new addition to the clan and a bunch of food. minnowstep
saw the pregnant she cat and panicked as she had no proper herbs for the kitting.
pleading risingstar to accompany her, the two went off to find some right herbs.

-- risingstar goes with minnowstep to find the perfect herbs for kitting --
-- owlfeather trains flamepaw in tracking a bit harshly --
-- falconwatcher, motheyes and thrushpaw rest at camp --
-- a full hare was consumed --

My gallery · by **dєmσn chíld 77** » Tue May 30, 2017 4:48 am

Larkclan
Number of Cats: 1

Poppystar woke up with a jolt. It was time to accomplish something. The newleaf sun had finally come through for her, but it was lonely in the camp glade. She wanted another cat to share the warmth with. As she began the long journey to the moonpool, she wondered at what rank she would like beside her. Poppystar decided that she would like a deputy to help her out with hunting and patrols. When she saw the glistening pool in front of her, she meowed, "Starclan, may I be granted a deputy?" She lay down and touched her nose to the cool water.

My gallery · by **hazilnut** » Tue May 30, 2017 7:53 am

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Sometimes, Malloweyes wished she was going deaf instead of blind. Salmoncress's wails on her fallen mate's behalf, had not ceased since the moment Dunpond had begun convulsing and chocking up bile. The medicine cats had been frantic and unable to do anything, in fact, the picture was so ingrained in the elder's mind she could still see it now. Asptail, a statue, staring silently skywards as another life slipped away at his paws, resigned to his fate. Pigeonpaw, unable to remain still nor silent, yowling at Asptail, at her parents, at Sorrelstar. "I told you so! I told you so!" Desperately trying to save her father from Starclan's seeming 'curse'. But soon she too had given up, hanging her petite head, rainfall trickling from storm-cloud grey, mumbling ever after, "I told you so..." Sharkfang had been appointed deputy so quickly after, Malloweyes had sent up a prayer of gratitude to Starclan! Thank you for making my plan just so much easier. In return how about I find you some more members? You'd like that wouldn't you? The storm-free sky had flashed with disgruntled lightning, but Malloweyes just scowled upwards. The other Beechclanners were too preoccupied with Dunpond to notice. Oh don't be like that, the elder had chided, Can't you see I'm helping? It was highly unlikely that Starclan agreed with her, but Malloweyes didn't care. Starclan was dead. And dead cats didn't talk. Well, not when she was done with them anyways. Shaking off 'pleasant' memories and resigning herself to the clamorous present, the elder creaked to her paws and approached the mourning family.

She was invisible to the tear-stained eyes until she lay a comforting paw on Pigeonpaw's shaking shoulders, the apprentice craning her head with a sniffle. "I told them," she repeated in a hoarse, defeated mew. "I told them but-" The small, grey, she-cat broke in the middle of her sentence, thrusting her muzzle into Malloweyes's soft chest-fur and letting out muffled sobs. Trying her hardest not to roll her eyes the elder let her cry, making soothing shushing noises and caressing Pigeonpaw's fur. Salmoncress still wept over the body, showing no sign of having noticed the elder's approach, but her live mate certainly had. "What do you want?" he asked, his mew edging on accusation. Malloweyes gave him her best apologetic smile, still cradling his daughter against her body. "I'm sorry for your loss Stormripple. Dunpond will make Starclan one star larger and one heart brighter. One huge heart larger." The tom gave her a tight smile and she returned it readily. All the better for Dunpond dying in the Before. Under my rule you had better bet this wouldn't be allowed. Inwardly Malloweyes scoffed, dreaming of her 'perfect' plan for the future of Beechclan. One so much more orderly than this rag-tag group of rouges. 'S not real." Sandpaw's murmured protest was quickly hushed by a swipe from his sister. Blood drew from pricks along his side and the tom's eyes welled up with confusion and tears that fell silently. His flaxen sister drew him nearer and glared warningly at Carppaw. What an interesting development this was! But Malloweyes couldn't entertain the prospects of what good soldiers the little ones would make, she had a duty to carry out. "Unfortunately Stormripple, I do have another reason for coming than expressing my condolences..."

The range of lungs on that she-cat was incredible! Incredibly ear-splitting of course, and if Stormripple hadn't held back his frantic mate, trying to explain that, no the new deputy and Malloweyes did have to go bury Dunpond, it was ceremonial and Sorrelstar's orders, Sharkfang would have happily ripped out her vocal cords. Unfortunately the whole family had dispersed without much argument, Salmoncress finally out of breath, and Sharkfang's claws would have to be put to a different use. Dunpond's body tumbled unceremoniously onto the new-leaf grass as the two cats came to a halt at their destination. As Skunkbrush rolled his large shoulders and flexed his claws in preparation, Malloweyes rolled the former deputy belly up. The tom who had taken his place advanced with a grin, extending his flashing weapons. He remembered the first time Malloweyes had asked him to carry out this procedure. Skunkbrush's death had coincided perfectly with his arrival. "This one was very vocal," she had said, prodding the dead tom's pelt and pouting as if the medicine cat had disappointed her. "No doubt he'll continue to be so after death. Or try to anyways. Those who can't speak, won't speak. True for the dead as it is for the living." Malloweyes had flashed him a grin, the same she gave him now. Sharkfang returned it knowing she must be thinking of the same time. The brute pried open Dunpond's mouth, which was flecked with white spittle and traces of blood. "Wash your paws before you come back to camp," Malloweyes ordered him mildly. Sharkfang nodded, his claws flashed, and Dupond's tongue was cut. The two proceeded to bury the body like they had all the others, and when their routine was done, each adopting suitably distraught expressions, waltzed back to camp.

"I don't care what excuse you have Asptail. I am not letting you sit back and do nothing while an apprentice delivers my mate's kits." Claywhistle's mew was strictly serious as he faced down his brother. Even Asptail seemed to understand the direness of the situation for his retorts were more defensive than biting. "You should. Starclan favors Pigeonpaw. Sparksong is in much better paws with-" "Whatever happened to 'I'm the best cat in the world. I'm an amazing medicine cat so there'? The brother I know doesn't talk like this!" The tom's expression softened and Asptail was forced to take a quick step backwards to avoid his brother's attempt at a comforting touch. "What happened to you? I know we weren't close- not for my lack of effort- but this is different. You don't even come out, and now you won't do your job?" Had their sister's loss hit Asptail harder than he thought? The darker of the two brothers avoided both his sibling's gaze and question, turning away from Claywhistle and back to sorting a pile of herbs that even the warrior could tell was meager. Especially by new-leaf standards. Which reminded him... "Have you been eating?" "Yes." The lie felt bitter and obvious on Asptail's tongue, but he refused to be prodded into elaboration by Claywhistle's unconvinced tutting. He had meant to eat but had never seemed to find the time with all the potential disasters playing out in his mind. What if, in the few moments it would take him to snag a squirrel from the pile, another cat started forming at the mouth? He couldn't risk not being ready. Paws shuffled behind and Claywhistle glanced over the hunched body of his brother, his body language quite clear. The tom sighed. "I'll bring you something." Asptail didn't look up. "So long as it makes you go away."

The prey pile was already bustling when Claywhistle approached, his father and Shadowslip turning over each piece of prey and sorting them into piles. Or at least Shadowslip was, Sunheart was mostly complaining. "I know Sorrelstar's worried about prey carrying disease but if we get rid of all this what will we eat? She can't very well think newly caught prey's going to be less exposed." His mate nodded absently, giving most of her attention to a silvery minnow. She turned it over with quick black paws and examined its tiny maw. Sniffing it, her lips drew back in an expression of disgust and she quickly shoved it over next to a foaming squirrel. Sunheart scowled and swiped the fish towards himself. "I caught this myself, before Dunpond...before the incident. It can't be infected." Shadowslip let out a short sigh. She pressed her pelt against his and purred comfortingly. "I know you're worried dear, but Sorrelstar is smart to be cautious. We'll find a new source of water and prey soon enough." She licked Sunheart's chin and the tom relaxed, the two falling into grooming each other. Claywhistle watched in fascination, thankfully not the kind of morbid fascination one might experience when regarding a run-over shrew. He was over that by now. He was. "I thought we were meant to eat prey not cats." The remark, while not exactly delicate, made the pair break it up. "Oh hey Claywhistle!" Shadowslip echoes her mate's greeting with a small smile. "Sparksong is close to giving birth isn't she? Congratulations to you both." "Yeah she-"

Soundly a cry rang out through the clearing. One not of mourning but of breathless, and tuneless, excitement. "Smoothpetal! You made it!" Webwing lept up from his place in the sand, where he had been laying near motionless for the entirety of the morning. It had been like he was waiting for something, and as it turned out, it was. "Webwing?" The brown she-cat who had emerged from the riverbank, barely had time to voice a single word of question before Webwing was besides her purring. The cat, Smoothpetal as it seemed to be, pressed against him in response, her purrs baring little more hesitation than his. "H-how'd you know I was coming?" she whisper-shouted in his ear, "I didn't even know I was coming until this morning!" Webwing gave a sheepish smile, that might have held a tine of pride as well. "I read your fortune after you left. Your travel line said you were coming to stay, but your family line was intact so I knew Witherclan would be okay." The former Witherclan cat whispered a thanks to Starclan. Even right up to the moment where she had stepped across into Beechclan territory, she had fretted over whether she was doing the right thing. Would Starclan punish her family, would they punish her. But with her fears assuaged and her best friend at her side, Smoothpetal knew her choice had been the right one. Though, she noted as the cats of Beechclan had begun to take notice of the pair, a hostile glare in their eyes, it might not necessarily be the easiest one. She shrank back closer to Webwing, who in his own right seemed to be trying very hard to seem brave. Promising fortunes or no promising fortunes, there was no mistaking the viciousness in Burntsoul's eyes.

"Who is this Webwing?" Sorrelstar demanded, exhaustion and warning-spiked curiosity battling in her voice. Webwing was tempted to play the I-can't-hear-you-sorry card, but at the moment that seemed like a particularly bad idea. "This is Smoothpetal, medicine cat of Witherclan, and also my best friend." The words were carefully chosen, but still quite a few furs went up on the spines of the gathered cats. "I recognize her. But why is she here?" "I couldn't concentrate on my duties for thinking of Webwing. I thought I'd be more helpful, and happier, with-" "Are you in love?" Burntsoul's hiss was unmistakable, as were her unsheathed claws. Malloweyes could be seen giving her a warning glare, but the she-cat didn't seem to care. "We-I-uh-" Without waiting for either cat to give a comprehensible reply, the warrior turned on Sorrelstar. "We're kicking her out right? Let me give her a few, no, a lot of scars to remember us by. Beechclan doesn't take traitors and mate-stealers." She snarled back at Smoothpetal, her body language making it very clear that she would fight the medicine cat for Webwing, whom at the moment was wrestling with whether to be scared of, feel sorry for, or be annoyed at his friend for her assumption that they were mates. "Burntsoul- Sorrelstar please. Smoothpetal isn't a traitor, she was destined to come!" Sorrelstar looked around at her warriors, her exhaustion and wish to go back to sleep making her complacent. "Smoothpetal will stay. She will not be a medicine cat- The she-cat's face fell. "Officially. But I see no reason she can't help from time to time. Webwing, take your friend to check on Sparksong, the rest of you are dismissed."

The other new arrival, Cavernheart, was wrapped around his mate in the nursery wing of the tunnels. She was chattering away to him, going on and on about Lupinekit and Warblerkit, while the stoic tom nodded along with her words, a pleased expression spreading across his muzzle. His integration had been far simpler, likely due to having accompanied Sorrelstar back from the moonpool, and upon arriving, was instantly recognized by Starlingthroat. "Cavern!" she had cried, rushing up to the tom and smothering him in affection. For a split second, confusion had flashed across 'Cavern's' face but it quickly passed, replaced by silent adoration. Apparently he wasn't much of a talker. Starlingthroat had insisted the tom stay with her, apperently in the name of easing the trauma caused by their separation, though by the way Eelpaw was tactfully unmentioned, Asptail had a feeling it had more to do with keeping the tom from seeing his son.

Kitting: Sparksong
Kits in 1 moons: Cedarslash
x2 large fish (3) eaten
Herbs were used
Patrol (alternate water sources): Sunheart, Momomoon*, Webwing, Burntsoul, Whispwhisper, Shadowslip
Training: Sharkfang -> Eelpaw, Asptail -> Pigeonpaw, Flaxpool -> Sandpaw, Frostsong -> Carppaw
Herb Hunting: Pigeonpaw
The river has been poisoned. All those who drink will die or fall ill.
Sunheart is determined not to waste food and eats a poisoned fish.
Sorrelstar drinks up-river to see if that water is poisoned. It is.

Malloweyes- Bruises, scratches | Needs: Dock✔️

Sorrelstar

Sharkfang

Asptail

Pigeonpaw

Sunheart

Shadowslip

Salmoncress

Stormripple

Cedarslash

Cavernheart

Barkknot

Claywhistle

Momomoon

Burntsoul

Brushfire

Webwing

Dandelionbloom

Flaxpool

Frostsong

Smoothpetal

Wispwhisper

Cougarheart

Eelpaw

Sandpaw

Carppaw

Sparksong

Starlingthroat

Lupinekit

Warblerkit

Chrysanthemumkit

Malloweyes

Yarrowkit

Speckledbeetle

Skunkbrush

Chicorykit

Snapperkit

Sleetfoot

Dunpond

Sorrelstar's family tree

Salmoncress's family tree

Cedarslash's family tree

Starlingthroat's family tree

My gallery · by **ossa di cervo** » Tue May 30, 2017 8:35 am

Number of Cats: two (3) ; 2 ♂ 1 ♀
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Swiftleap waddled into the cave, small snow clumps clinging tightly to his legs. The lemming he'd caught was meager, sure, but it would fill a stomach and that's all that mattered. Upon entering the camp he heard voices.. Snowstar's voice and.. who was that? The tom trotted to the fresh-kill pile and deposited his lemming only to see Snowstar - his Snowstar - pressed up against another cat. Shaking off the over-protective feeling Swiftleap coughed lightly, announcing his presence.

Snowstar and the stranger had been caught in a fit of light giggles and chit-chat when they were torn away to look up at Swiftleap, "Ah! Swiftleap!" Snowstar greeted the tom.

"Who is this?' Swiftleap asked after bowing his head lightly at his leader's greeting.

"Timberfang." the stranger interrupted with a wink thrown in Swiftleap's direction, "I thought I was gonna freeze my paws off when I found Snowstar!" the brown and white tom chuckled.

Swiftleap had to again fight off the urge to push his way between Snowstar and this... Timberfang, "Well," he spoke, hiding his feelings well, "We're always glad to have some company."
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Timberfang had quickly adjusted to Clan life and while Swiftleap had a hard time accepting his flirting nature the two got along well enough. Snowstar still seemed to confide more in Swiftleap and that was all he could ask for. It was comforting knowing that she couldn't be swayed easily by the mere appearance of another male. Sharing the warrior's den with Timberfang had been something else entirely though for the most part Swiftleap was thankful for the extra warmth. This morning the three woke and discussed their plans quickly.

"I think Timberfang and I should go hunting while you visit the moonstone, Snowstar." Swiftleap meowed, "It'll help to have two sets of eyes seeking out prey."

Timberfang laughed lightly, "Heck, it'll be easier with all this snow finally melting! Not that it would matter much now that I'm here - I could catch three lemmings in the snow with my eyes closed!"

Swiftleap eyed the warrior, emotions never finding their way onto his face, "Sure you could - I'll love to see that next leaf-bare."

Snowstar interrupted with a bright laugh, "I'm glad you two are hitting it off so well." her tail flicked, amused, at her feet, "I think it's a great idea, Swiftleap, I'll see you guys in the morning and hopefully our ancestors will bless us with some more company."
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That night, quite some time after Swiftleap and Timberfang had left, Snowstar set out. There was hardly any snow left on the mountain but it was clinging tightly to the mountainside. The tundra clung onto snow for as long as it possibly could but that's where she and her clan thrived best.

The she-cat pushed through the snow, forcing herself through the thickest parts near the peak. Luckily she didn't need to go all the way to the top and soon enough she slipped through the entrance to the moonstone's cave. She took a few seconds to lick the snow clumps from her legs and belly before reaching the massive stone. Snowstar took in a deep breath before curling up near the moonstone and touching her nose to it's cool base.

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switleap & timberfang go hunting
snowstar visits the moonstone to ask for another cat.

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