DrownedClan
Friend or foe, the dead do not care.
Number of Cats: 5 | Males: 2 | Females: 3 | Last Post: X | Territory
Friend or foe, the dead do not care.
Number of Cats: 5 | Males: 2 | Females: 3 | Last Post: X | Territory
Rot, Rot, Rot
Coughing, Owlfeather shook out her pelt and rose unsteadily onto her paws. A dark pine-forest rolled out before her and sub-consciously, the tabby wondered where all the smoke and fire was. ''Ivykit? Starlingkit? Antkit?'' Owlfeather called softly, looking around - There was nothing, but shadows all around. ''Kits?'' Pale-green eyes glazed over with concern and the fluffy she-cat whirled around in the dark, crying out their names but getting only distant echoes in return. ''...'' Owlfeather blinked slowly, ears twitching - There was no use. ''...Oh StarClan.'' Owlfeather mumbled, trembling as memories surged like clumsy, savage wolves. The first litter had all but perished in the cold, the second were all stillborn and the third had succumbed to sickness. Privately, Owlfeather wondered if there was some powerful StarClan cat that bore a grudge towards her - Or perhaps a jealous queen? There were rumours that she killed her litters and they made Owlfeather's claws twitch. It must've been Ryecloud, Owlfeather mused, that infertile molly could never handle being barren and must've taken out her anger on her beloved kits. That was it.
That was why her fourth had perished in a blaze, and her with them.
''This...this can't be StarClan?'' Owlfeather stared at the forests - They reminded her of the old territory and they did not match the stories that she had been told. Silver pools and whispering forests, decadent sunlight and bright blue skies...StarClan was a place of peace and paradise. Not this solemn ensemble of shady pines and crows that looked as though they were slowly dying. Scoffing softly, Owlfeather prowled quietly through the fog and disappeared into a copse of damp ferns. At least it wasn't the Dark Forest, Owlfeather realized, observing the lack of terrifying beasts and cats in varying states of disarray and agony.
Quietly, she padded her way through the quiet forest. There was no bird-song nor any particular landmarks that Owlfeather could see and a prickle of unease found its way along her spine - She had not heard much of limbo before, and had not expected it to be so bleak. Owlfeather peered through the thick-canopy and spied no stars among the dark sky; It seemed StarClan had forgotten them, Or perhaps they were trying to? Shaking her head softly, Owlfeather pressed on and came across another cat.
A large-eared bengal, with the most furious expression on her face.
Seethe, Seethe, Seethe
Stalking her way through the dark woods, Tawnystorm glowered at her paws. The sting of failure still lingered and faintly, the Bengal could taste the iron-tang of blood on her teeth. ''So, I'm evil then?'' Tawnystorm grumbled bitterly to herself, tail lashing with anger. ''Because I didn't bend over backwards for my leader, I'm stuck here?'' Shaking her head, Tawnystorm ducked under a moss-strewn log, shivering as raindrops slithered down her pelt. Wet leaves squelched softly under her pelt, the snapping of wings taking flight overhead - The ravens were watching her intently, Tawnystorm realized, glancing idly at the dark canopy. Before long, Tawnystorm had walked into a moonlit clearing, and slowly clambered ontop of an ice-cold boulder - She stared up into the void, and gradually Tawnystorm could feel the void staring back at her. ''You guys don't care, do you?'' Tawnystorm scoffed miserably. ''I mean, I guess I get it, you're immortal...we're not, so why on earth would you care?''
''Why on earth did I ever think you cared?'' Tawnystorm rumbled bitterly, trembling with sorrow and rage and all those dark emotions that welled up from the shadowy, closed-off corners of one's mind. ''So listen here, StarClan, because I'm not gonna repeat it for you again.'' She rambled, claws scraping the boulder and leaving pale scratches behind. ''I'll never worship you or your foolish gods again, not even if you came down here yourselves, and I swear...one day, I'll find a way to bring you all down!''
''And how exactly do you plan to do that?'' A long-furred tabby strode into view, staring at her with a slightly judgmental expression. ''That was a passionate speech, dear, but we're dead if you haven't noticed.'' She murmured, ears twitching with disinterest. ''My name is Owlfeather, queen of BluffClan.'' Her green-eyes flashed disdainfully. ''And you are?''
Tawnystorm bristled, glaring at Owlfeather. ''I'm Tawnystorm, deputy of RainClan.'' She replied curtly, tail twitching. ''And I know that, all the more reason to fight StarClan.'' The Bengal reasoned. ''We can hardly fight ghosts when we're alive.'' She pointed out, bright yellow eyes burning in their sockets. Pelt bristling, Tawnystorm spoke up again, determined not to be put down by the long-furred tabby. ''I'm not going to take this lying down, I'm not just some worm that they can toss aside.'' Claws sank into the leaf-litter, tail lashing to and fro angrily. ''StarClan's just a pile of steaming...!'' Eyes bugged furiously, Tawnystorm leapt onto the boulder and stood tall, her head outlined against the dark sky. ''It's not fair! And everyone knows it!''
Owlfeather blinked slowly, watching the Bengal huff and puff loudly. How had she been a deputy in life? Owlfeather mused, recalling her own deputy; Yellowwhisker had been a calm and level-headed figure, and Tawnystorm was anything but. Who was the deluded leader that had thought her fit to a role of such organization and patience? ''I hear you, I hear you...'' Owlfeather's ears twitched as Tawnystorm turned her burning and scorning gaze onto her. What a warped, strange little cat. ''...And I agree.'' Owlfeather crooned, recalling her poor little kittens. They were all so far away from their mother. They must be so alone, so scared. And what kind of cats would separate a mother from her beloved kittens? Surely, not StarClan cats! ''If you can find it in your heart to forgive my scorn, I assure you I will be a wonderfully helpful ally.'' Owlfeather murmured, willing to do anything but obey or listen to Tawnystorm. She must've been the deputy while she was alive, but Owlfeather was clever and she was patient.
Unknowing, Tawnystorm smiled and nodded. ''I can overlook it.'' She murmured. ''Welcome aboard.''
Run, Run, Run
''You're a mousebrain!'' Scoffed a dark-grey tomcat, watching his friend scaling a tall pine. ''Just give up already, you're never going to get to the top anyway.'' A raven let out a loud croak, bursting out from the leaves - It seemed that they were getting riled up by something. And that something was a scrawny white cat, determinedly clawing their way up. ''Patchnose!'' He called out to his friend, voice strained by concern and amusement. ''You're going to get hurt!'' He peered around, blinking slowly - It was a strange quiet place, and he supposed it looked a little like GladeClan's territory but it was so so dark. He could've sworn that he was closer to MeadowClan's territory too. ''Patchnose! Come on.'' He groaned, watching his friend inching his way along a thin branch - There was no way that it was going to hold his weight. ''Patchnose!'' There was something wrong - Above his friend, there was a streak of clear sky. It was dark as night, and yet it bore no stars. It was unsettling. ''Patchnose, get down here!'' The branch snapped, and he landed with a soft thump directly on top of the grey tom.
''Sorry, Cuckoofoot.'' Patchnose whimpered, slowly peeling himself off his friend. ''I could've sworn I was a little fitter.'' He smiled apologetically, helping the grey tom to his paws. Scrutinizing the branch where he fell from, Patchnose sighed softly and walked stiffly away. ''I suppose we should both be getting back to camp, Harestar will get suspicious if we're out for too long.'' They'd supposed to be hunting, but like always, they ended up a tad sidetracked. It wasn't Cuckoofoot's fault - His friend was too loyal for his own sake. Everyone in HollowClan knew what Patchnose was like - The scatterbrained joker, the one who could never focus on anything for more than five minutes at a time. It made for a lonely time in HollowClan, and some days Patchnose considered running away completely. The only reason he stayed was because of Cuckoofoot - He had no other friends. If it wasn't for Patchfoot, Cuckoofoot probably wouldn't even be alive.
''We all know you eat those extra mice, Patch.'' Cuckoofoot grunted, shaking the pine needles from his paws. ''Come on, you lunkhead.'' He rumbled good-naturedly, prodding at his side. The two friends walked through the woods with tails held high and eyes gleaming in the moon-dappled shadows. ''...Is it just me...'' Cuckoofoot hummed, frowning thoughtfully. ''...or is it a little too quiet for you?'' There was no bird-song in the trees, no distant murmur of running water and everything was as silent as the grave. Fur prickling, the dark tom plowed his way slowly through the pine trees - They stretched for infinity beyond him, and even beyond that there was only darkness. ''This isn't GladeClan.'' He muttered, eyes wide in horror. ''Patchfoot, this isn't GladeClan.'' Something was terribly, terribly wrong - And as he looked around, things slowly grew more and more unfamiliar.
Patchnose stared at his friend, ears twitching - Cuckoofoot had always been a little anxious after-all and there was no use panicking. ''Okay, okay, okay...'' Patchnose pressed his head against the grey tom's chest. ''...Take a deep breath, Cuckoo.'' He murmured softly, feeling the heavy thump of his heart. ''Take a deep breath for me, come on...'' As the dark tom slowly took a deep breath, Patchnose looked around slowly and quietly scrutinized the surroundings. He wasn't wrong. There was something off about this place and the white tom had wondered why they hadn't been caught by a GladeClan patrol yet. It was highly suspicious after all. ''We'll figure it out together, at least it doesn't seem dangerous at the moment.'' He reasoned, finishing with a bright smile. ''I'm here, Cuckoo, don't worry.'' The white tom promised, coiling his black tail around Cuckoofoot's. ''Come on.''
They had been walking for hours and there had been nothing but the aching of their paws to suggest that any amount of time had passed. ''Patch...'' Cuckoofoot whined numbly, pressing close to his friend - The warmth of his pelt helped ground him in this land of unrelenting darkness, deafening quiet and indifferent cold. ''Patch, we're not going home.'' He murmured, coming to a halt. He had heard the stories all the same, had heard his clanmates fervently discussing that sooner or later they would end up dead - What had they done this time, Cuckoofoot wondered, for them to be here? ''We're dead, Patch, we're dead.'' His voice was strained.
Patchnose stared at Cuckoofoot, shaking his head. ''I think we'd notice if we were dead.'' He scoffed uncertainly, suddenly looking as though he'd much rather be elsewhere. ''We would be in StarClan, right? We didn't murder anyone or anything.'' Patchnose smiled goofily, knowing what he had seen, just out of reach, above the leaves. A vast unyielding darkness. He might've been a foolish cat in life, but he wasn't an idiot in death. Patchnose knew they were in limbo, doomed to wander aimlessly till their judgement day that would see them either exalted to the heavens above or dragged howling into the darkness below. He didn't want to tell Cuckoofoot want had happened that day. He wanted it to be like the old days, when they were still young kittens, playing in the warm green-leaf summer. ''It'll be okay, I promise.'' Patchnose smiled encouraginly at Cuckoofoot. ''Come on, it'll be fine.''
Sick, Sick, Sick
Goshawkfur couldn't believe what the white cat was telling her, and slowly she sunk to the ground. The grey tabby looked around, gauging the responses of the others around her - Owlfeather and Tawnystorm seemed to have already accepted it, speaking in hushed whispers to one another, as had a large grey tom who was comforting his shocked and frightened friend. ''...Dandeliontail.'' Goshawkfur murmured numbly, turning to spot the small cat approaching her. ''Dandeliontail, please...'' Goshawkfur's eyes were wide with fear as she rose on trembling limbs. ''Please tell me its going to be okay.'' She felt so ridiculously alone, her anxiety clawing at her belly again and tightening around her heart. ''Please, I haven't got anyone down here.'' She didn't want to be alone again, she didn't want to go back to that dark place again, she didn't want to be abandoned by others the way that both StarClan and BeachClan had. Collapsing beside Dandeliontail, Goshawkfur leaned on them for comfort.
Dandeliontail blinked, taken aback by the display of emotions and they leaned back on Goshawkfur. They didn't blame the she-cat after all, hearing that you had died when you had no recollection of what had happened was a nightmarish prospect. ''...It'll be okay.'' Dandeliontail nodded wearily, not sure if they even believed what they had said themselves. ''Nothing's happened so far.'' The white cat reasoned. ''Nothings happened so far, Goshawkfur, I promise you that we will be okay.''
Dandeliontail, Goshawkfur and Tawnystorm go hunting
Owlfeather, Cuckoofoot and Patchnose go patrolling
- Leader:
Dandeliontail | 46 | Female (They/Them) | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★ (Dead)
Deputy:
Tawnystorm | 26 | Female |X
Medicine Cat:
Name | Age | Gender | [url]X[/url]
Warriors:
Owlfeather | 39 | Female |X
Goshawkfur | 30 | Female |X
Patchnose | 24 | Male | X
Cuckoofoot | 24 | Male | X
Apprentices:
Name | Age | Gender |[url]X[/url]
Queens:
Name | Age | Gender | [url]X[/url]
Kits:
Name | Age | Gender | [url]X[/url]
Elders:
Name | Age | Gender |[url]X[/url]
Medicine Store:
Fresh-kill Pile:
Mouse | x0| 1 serving
Vole | x0 | 1 serving
Squirrel | x0 | 2 servings
Blackbird | x0 | 2 servings
Pigeon | x0 | 2 servings
Raven | x0 | 3 servings
Mentors:
Deceased Cats:
Name | Age | Gender | [url]X[/url]– Cause of Death
Families:
