Create A Clan- V.4

My gallery · by **LooneyLani** » Sun Jan 06, 2019 5:28 pm

MoonClan
Number of Cats: Here

Moonclan has started settling down in a large mountainous area, their territory is mostly covered in trees and rarely do they see the sky through the tree tops. They’re planning to make their camp in a large cave they found, a waterfall shields the cave but there’s a rocky passage leading behind the waterfall. The cave is one of the only spots in their territory where they can see the sky clearly, the centre of the cave has no roof but the little tunnels within the cave, which will be made into dens, have high roofs and gives the cats plenty of space. The cats who have started building Moonclan named it so because of the roofless cave, every night the moon shines bright right above the openings and lights up the centre of the cave. There’s also a cave much further away where there’s also openings for the moon to shine through, inside this cave are small crystals and when the moon shines through the holes in the cave roof, they light up.

Moonclan is a very laid back clan, they’re easy going and normally deals with things as they come. Moonclan treats all its members as family, everyone is respected and cared for, they love to spend time with each other and are rarely off by themselves, the Queens are never alone whilst raising their kits, the whole clan tends to the kits and their needs. Though they’re quite a relaxed clan, Moonclan is fierce in battle and rarely do they back down. Their eyes are used to the dark and they are exceptional night time hunters, they move easily through the rough terrain and rarely get cracked paw pads. They’re quite long-legged cats, but they also have large and muscular bodies suited to the prey they hunt, their most common prey is eagles, most prey in their territory are quite large but some of the smaller prey that can be found include: mice, squirrels and frogs. The clan’s prey pile would usually consist of multiple bird species, snakes and small mammals. A large hunting group should be able to bring down a Capybara, they give a lot of nutrients to the cats and would normally last them a long time.

The clan has already earned themselves a reputation so early in the makings, most cats who have heard of them know them as dark pelted cats who are barely seen during the day, you would only spot shadows on the outskirts of their borders but other than that they’re not seem until the sun sets. Some cats believe Moonclan to be a clan of nocturnal cats, some believe that the moon is what gives the clan their energy. Most of Moonclan’s rumours aren’t true, but there’s one that is; the cats of Moonclan are, sort of, nocturnal, they wake early to patrol and hunt but then they retreat to their cave and spend most of the day asleep but when the sun sets, they are full of energy and spend most of the night either bonding in the cave or playing about in the territory.

My gallery · by **chaotic creativity** » Sun Jan 06, 2019 6:25 pm

appearance:
jaggedclan cats tend to be very thick-furred and have large paws to protect them from the cold and to help them stay above the snow instead of sinking into it. they are commonly tabbies found in the colors white, gray, black, and brown, and are more commonly solid colored instead of patched or splotched or calico. they also tend to have blue eyes as opposed to green or yellow, but many don't really notice this. they also are more commonly sturdy and square than lithe and thin, but they still have some lithe warriors.

personality:
they are very cold, distant, and prickly to outsiders, but among themselves they are very loyal and protective. when they run into rogues they will eagerly try to get them to join, but if the rogue won't, then they put up their walls and chase them off. they are hard to hand out their trust, but once you earn it, they can be some of your fiercest allies.

territory:
their territory is the jagged peaks of a mountain, hence their clan name. the territory is more commonly covered in snow than not, and is cold year round, but it can get close to nearly 60°F in greenleaf. caves are abundant on the territory, but so are cliffs and ledges, so the cats are very attuned to their surroundings at all times so they don't plummet to their death.

camp:
a cave opening was covered by a rock slide, but there is one opening just big enough for cats to squeeze through one at a time. following the main path, they come to a large cavern with a hole in the center of the roof that allows sunlight to stream in and heat the gathering cavern. they keep large branches with leaves on them to help sweep away the snow if some collects in the gathering cavern. the biggest branch belongs to the warriors, where each cat claims a spot and fills their nest with the feathers off their prey. the second biggest branch is the medicine den, with hollows in the walls for the medicine cat to store his/her herbs in. the next biggest branch is the nursery, where the softest down feathers go to keep young kits warm. the entrance to this branch is covered by vines to help trap the heat of the breaths of the queens. the next to smallest branch is where the apprentices sleep, and their nests tend to have the worst feathers as they'll only be apprentices for a short time and the warriors like to make them miserable as the warriors before them made them miserable as apprentices. the branch slightly bigger than the apprentice branch belongs to the elders, and they rarely spend time in there as they prefer to be in the gathering cavern with every other cat. the smallest branch belongs to the leader.

My gallery · by **weegeestar5** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 5:13 am

frigidclan
❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄
Number of Cats: 2 total // [ 1 nonbinary / 0 males / 1 female ]
Servings needed: Fasting post! // [ 2 servings needed ]
Next Lunaris Cave Visit: 10th Jan
Mod: Katrione

"i don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?"

text here, will edit in later :3c

[ the new member is called flickerpaw and is apprenticed to sprucestar! ]
[ sprucestar takes flickerpaw on a hunting lesson! ]
[ sprucestar patrols the borders! ]

My gallery · by **Bumbletear** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 7:30 am

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Number of Cats: 19 [+2 snakes]

Venomstar's tail coiled as he padded through the camp. Yet another had failed to live through the bite, which meant that Snakeclan was all the more safer from evil. He was rather concerned about the odd looks Scale of Snow was giving him, but when he had tried to bring it up she had simply said "All will become what issss meant to be, even if we mussssst sssssssuffer to get there." which wasn't exactly a boost of confidence.

He'd attempted to get Splashfeather to tell him what was going on with the white snake, but she had simply shrugged and said "Starclan moves in mysterious ways."

Somewhat frustrated now with the medicine cat, Venomstar had avoided the medicine den, which was probably good. If he'd been paying attention, he may have noticed the scent of milk clinging to Splashfeather, or how often she visited the nursery. Instead, Venomstar began leading more and more hunting patrols, despite the cold weather. At one point, Honeypaw, Splashfeather having noticed Venomstar wanted her to keep away, warned him that if he didn't get some more rest he may lose a life to the cold or exhaustion, but Venomstar ignored him. He had nine lives, he could afford to lose one keeping his clan fed through leafbare.

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Kade's jaws split into a yawn as the old tomcat woke. The last thing he remembered was that black snake the clan kept around slithering up his leg in that weird ceremony, and sinking its fangs into him. He'd known he wouldn't live through it, though if he was waking up, well then congratulations to him?

Peering around through squinted eyes, the elderly cat frowned. This was not the place he'd fallen asleep at. But then...when had he fallen asleep? As he was wondering about the foggy terrain he was standing in, a white and orange cat slid from the mist. "Hello." the cat said, pricking their ears towards him. "I am Martinwhisker, though I was briefly known as Starlingflame. You are here because you have died of the Regent's Venom." Martinwhisker dipped his head "The intent of the trial is to-"

"I know what that test was about." Kade interrupted "No need to go on about it." he frowned "But I thought Starclan was all sun, eerr the Dark Forest all night time, this place isn't either, where are we?"

Martinwhisker smiled "We are in the In-Between, the place spirits go before they travel. You have the choice Kade, you can remain here with me for however long you decide, or you may join the other Snakeclan cats in the temporary spirit realms. You may join Lynx in the Dark Forest," Martinwhisker flicked his tail to the right "Or Fox in Starclan. Once you leave here, you cannot return, nor cross over to the other realm."

Martinwhisker gave Kade a sort of sad smile "Given the choices of those that came before you, I suspect you will go to whichever you are more inclined, however you appeared directly in the middle, so the choice is yours."

Kade arched a brow at the younger tom "And did you ever think that I showed up in the middle because this is where I'm meant to be? I don't have any intention of leaving youngster." Martinwhisker's face lit up in delight "In that case, welcome to the In-Between Kade, if you'd like to come with me, I can show you where I watch the living realm."

Kade nodded, and shuffled to his paws. "Just one thing youngster," Martinwhisker tilted his head "Oh?"
Kade huffed "How'd you know my name?"

the following two may be found at any time - claimed from advent calendar dec18 and dec 25

Two lizards and a mouse are consumed
Oaktail teaches Snowflakepaw how to hunt
Venomstar, Goldenglare, Silverstrike, Paleskull, Birchtalon, Amberclaw, and Cotton go hunting
Settingsun, Oaktail, and Snowflakepaw go on patrol
Splashfeather and Honeypaw go herb hunting
Now that Clothkit is old enough to be weaned, Ribbon takes the bite. If she lives, she keeps her name.

My gallery · by **morrissey** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 7:53 am

population: 70 cats - 34 toms, 36 mollies | servings: 12 | next ancestor visit: 7/1/19 |
notes: trying to make my clan all maine coons! :)

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[ 2 cobwebs are used on badgerfang, he rests. ]
[ the clan consumes 3 birds, 1 stoat and 1 mouse. ]
[ goosebelly, wildthorn, cypressfeather, morningpaw, hawkpaw, and russetpaw hunt. ]
[ bloomwhisker, montjacfang, asphodebloosom, frostpaw, wolfpaw, and commapaw hunt. ]
[ mottledfur, campionleaf, sparrowheart, sootmask, avocetbreeze, and chubbelly hunt. ]
[ flamestride, eaglefrost, liontuft, squirrelcall, yarrowcloud, and sparkshade hunt. ]
[ ashface, smallheart, cormorant, echocall, ospreywing, and adderstrike patrol the borders. ashface's powers apply. ]
[ all apprentices train. ]
[ rowanfeather hunts for herbs. her powers apply. ]
[ pebblecloud rests. ]
[ asterwind and smallheart try for kits. ]

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first commander:
bearstar • 39 m. • tom • x
↳ several mates • numerous offspring
↳ eight lives

second commander:
name • age • gender • [url=link]x[/url]
↳ no mate • 0 offspring

shaman:
rowanfeather • 38 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 2 offspring
↳ powers: prevents kitting deaths,
x1 extra herb, prevents injury

shaman-in-training:
name • age • gender • [url=link]x[/url]
↳ no mate • 0 offspring

battalion:
cormorant • 61 m. • tom • x
↳ onyxstone • 0 offspring
smallheart • 42 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
asterwind • 38 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
sweetfeather • 31 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
flintstone • 29 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
cypressfeather • 57 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
squirrelcall • 50 m. • molly • x
↳ one mate • 2 offspring
liontuft • 50 m. • tom • x
↳ sedgefeather • 0 offspring
heronfoot • 33 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
cindertuft • 33 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
minnowsplash • 37 m. • tom x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
chubbelly • 37 m. • tom x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
pebblecloud • 35 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 1 offspring
↳ needs 1 moon of rest
elmstep • 41 m. • tom x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
goosebelly • 36 m. • tom x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
bloomwhisker • 22 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
flamestride • 45 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
eaglefrost • 33 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
montjacfang • 22 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
asphodelblossom • 22 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
shadetooth • 21 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
cedarblaze • 21 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
coldwhisper • 21 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
wildthorn • 21 m. • tom• x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
sunstride • 19 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ needs 1 moon of rest
riverbelly • 39 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
rowanwind • 19 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
adderstrike • 18 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
mottledfur • 18 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
sparrowheart • 49 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 1 offspring
oaktuft • 46 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 2 offspring
badgerfang • 15 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ needs 3 moons of rest
and two cobwebs
sparkshade • 17 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
yarrowcloud • 14 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
ospreywing • 14 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
kestrelwing • 54 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 2 offspring
avocetbreeze • 15 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
echocall • 13 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
campionleaf • 13 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
ashface • 13 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ finds a queen on every
border patrol, 2% chance
of death
sootmask • 13 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring

recruits:
morningpaw • 9 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ morningscar
hawkpaw • 9 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ hawkcloud
russetpaw • 9 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ russet____
frostpaw • 9 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ frost____
↳ ensures 4 kits in a litter,
15% chance of death
wolfpaw • 8 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
commapaw • 8 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring

kit-mothers:
patchstorm • 45 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 4 offspring
↳ permanent queen
onyxstone • 59 m. • molly • x
↳ cormorant • 0 offspring
↳ nursing
↳ also nursing sedgefeather's
kit
streamfur • 32 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ nursing
swiftstep • 22 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ nursing
palecloud • 26 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
↳ due in 1 moon

smallclaws:
crestkit • 5 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
stonekit • 5 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
cloverkit • 5 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
lakekit • 5 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
cinnamonkit • 5 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
marigoldkit • 5 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
featherkit • 5 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
larkkit • 4 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring
viperkit • 2 m. • tom • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring

former clanmates:
name • ? m. • gender • [url=link]x[/url]
↳ new clan
name • ? m. • gender • [url=link]x[/url]
↳ new clan
name • ? m. • gender • [url=link]x[/url]
↳ new clan

deceased cats:
sedgefeather • 39 m. • molly • x
↳ liontuft • 1 offspring • kitting
mothkit • 0 m. • molly • x
↳ no mate • 0 offspring • stillborn
name • ? m. • gender • [url=link]x[/url]
↳ no mate • 0 offspring • cause of death

families:
name • name | offspring
patchstorm • sunsong | pansypaw,
wildthorn, callapaw
patchstorm • cinderfall | unnamed
(wiltedclan)
bearstar's line
shellsong • aridflame | blossom,
bloomwhisker
shellsong • unknown | yarrowcloud,
ospreywing
oaktuft • puddlefoot | morningpaw,
hawkpaw
note: not actually mated
rowanfeather • adoniscloud | russetpaw,
frostpaw
note: not actually mated
kestrelwing • anton | commapaw,
wolfpaw
note: not actually mated
pebblecloud • unknown | echopaw
onyxstone • cormorant | crestkit,
stonekit, cloverkit, lakekit,
cinnamonkit, marigoldkit
sedgefeather • liontuft |
featherkit
wildthorn • swiftstep | unnamed,
viperkit
diamond • luxx (out of clan)
| ashpaw, sootpaw
streamfur • this guy | larkkit,
mothkit
palecloud • jasper | expecting

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herb storage:
cobwebs • use • x2
marigold • use • x1
poppy seeds • use • x1
tansy • use • x2
chervil • use • x2
horsetail • use • x3

borage • use • x1
wild garlic • use • x1
raspberry leaves • use • x9
catmint • use • x2
alder bark • use • x1
hawkweed • use • x2
lavender • use • x1

fresh-kill pile:
mice • x13
frog • x8
vole • x9

total: only god knows
ermine • x8
stoat • x4
bird • x5
coding credit: katrione

My gallery · by **eel.** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 8:12 am

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Season

L E A F - F A L L
As the clans enter leaf-bare, prey is usually hidden and the amount of prey you catch
is little. Frosts and snow cover the ground, and herbs are usually dead. Kittings are
at their hardest, so make sure you use your kitting herbs wisely! Predators are at
their most agressive, and few cats will be found on patrols.

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Clans

LaurelClan

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morrissey wrote:
[ 2 cobwebs are used on badgerfang, he rests. ]
[ the clan consumes 3 birds, 1 stoat and 1 mouse. ]
[ goosebelly, wildthorn, cypressfeather, morningpaw, hawkpaw, and russetpaw hunt. ]
[ bloomwhisker, montjacfang, asphodebloosom, frostpaw, wolfpaw, and commapaw hunt. ]
[ mottledfur, campionleaf, sparrowheart, sootmask, avocetbreeze, and chubbelly hunt. ]
[ flamestride, eaglefrost, liontuft, squirrelcall, yarrowcloud, and sparkshade hunt. ]
[ ashface, smallheart, cormorant, echocall, ospreywing, and adderstrike patrol the borders. ashface's powers apply. ]
[ all apprentices train. ]
[ rowanfeather hunts for herbs. her powers apply. ]
[ pebblecloud rests. ]
[ asterwind and smallheart try for kits. ]

[Two more moons of rest will have Badgerfang back in tip-top shape!]
[Goosebelly's patrol catches x1 frog]
[Bloomwhisker's patrol catches x1 stoat]
[Mottledfur's patrol comes back empty-pawed]
[Flamestride's patrol catches x1 bird and x1 vole]
[Ashface's patrol comes across a queen. She is due in 2 moons]
[All apprentices but Wolfpaw learn hunting]
[Rowanfeather finds x1 stick (useful for birthing), and x2 poppies (can be used for seed)]
[Asterwind is expecting! She will give birth in 2 moons]

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My gallery · by **Kazin** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 10:09 am

Number of Cats: 031 | 15 ♂ | 16 ♀ | 6 servings needed next serving needed at 35

Perhaps Birchstorm working with Nightfrost had fixed the she-cats attitude towards Clan life. Perhaps she had finally settled into a pattern of being able to understand why a Clan works the way it does. She still barely talked to any cat besides Nettleblaze or Birchstorm all the time, but Scorchstar decided he didn't really care. He actually preferred she didn't speak, because when she did she said unsettling things. Her most recent thing was trying to say a great danger was going to be upon the Clan soon, if they were not careful. But yet, she wouldn't give any specifics - Scorchstar kept trying to pry it out of her, because she seemed too serious and anxious about it to not believe what she was saying. Nightfrost would be frantic, coming into Scorchstar's den out of breath, a wild look in her eyes. She would shake out of what seemed to be a stupor after a little while, but would be dazed for a time afterwards. Usually, Birchstorm took it as an opportunity to go on a walk with her, or take her with him to train Ashpaw, which seemed to perk her up again and bring her back into her calmer self.

And yet, nothing had happened in the last moon, so Scorchstar allowed himself to relax. Birchstorm had reported, that whilst 'training' her to be a Clan cat, she would still occasionally talk about danger, but only when she zoned out. He seemed concerned about the far away look she got sometimes, but the two seemed to be getting along incredibly well. Something was still unsettling about Nightfrost though, it almost was as if she had two different cats inside her... One grappling with a danger no one else could see, and one settling into a life with other cats and enjoying herself.

For now, all Scorchstar could hope was that Nightfrost's concerns and freak outs were nothing. And yet, there was a strange sense of foreboding Nettleblaze said he had, and uneasy feeling. He said it wasn't really much to do with StarClan, but something similar - but a bad presence. Something seemed to be coming closer, something that maybe Nightfrost was running from before she came here. She would never explain how she ended up in ShiningClan, only telling that she was running and was glad she found the clan.

All of it just didn't seem like a big enough coincidence for Scorchstar to ignore. And so he had decided he would need to talk to the strange she-cat about her past. Which was how he found himself sitting in a corner of the camp with Nightfrost and Birchstorm, both frowning and looking uncomfortable.

"Nightfrost," Scorchstar began gently, settling down to tuck his paws underneath him and wrap his tail around himself. "I need to know more about your past. I think it may help us in... staying away from this danger you keep warning us about. Nettleblaze thinks so too, but he's with Hazelstream right now and can't help us."

It took a few minutes, where Scorchstar could see the conflict in her eyes, but she finally nodded. "Yes," she whispered, looking down at the ground and trembling slightly. "I suppose that is a good idea. I apologize for my lack of communication - it just always seemed to be... worse, when I talked. Like I was more vulnerable." Another shudder, and Birchstorm lightly pressed into her side for a few moments. Scorchstar widened his eyes the tiniest bit in surprise; Birchstorm had always been so closed off and surly, it was surprising to see him getting attached to this anxious she-cat. He wiped the look away quickly, however, beckoning for her to continue.

"I came from a barn, a place called a farm. It was abandoned though, quite like your camp. I couldn't tell when I was young, but it seemed that something was occupying the space before I got there. But I couldn't... see it? I know it doesn't make sense," she added quickly, looking apologetic. "But I left soon after I... felt it. But it seemed to follow me, and only when I found more cats did it seemed to to grow confused and go away. I always tried to travel with other cats after that, which is why I was with such a... fragile cat as Rabbitmask, but lately I've been feeling that... thing again. And it's stronger, and I'm worried it will try to attack ShiningClan."

Scorchstar was at a loss for words for a few moments, thinking in near silence as Birchstorm talked lowly in Nightfrost's ear. Finally, he looked up, wanting to ask a few questions. "What does this thing do to cats, exactly?" He asked, starting to feel unsettled again.

"I... well, I guess I would black out sometimes, but it felt like it was taking away my free will. Sometimes I would be in a place without knowing how I got there, a feeling that I should hurt something on my mind. Thankfully it only happened when I was not with other cats, like I said, but I don't want to hurt anyone," she said sadly. "If that thing manages to get a hold of even one of us, I'm worried that someone will get hurt."

Nodding, Scorchstar went to stand up. "I will have to warn the Clan," he said. "Thank you for your help, Nightfrost. Is there anything I should know about protecting our, well, minds against this?"

"It feeds off of fear," she was barely audible, a far away look in her eyes. "Cats with more... loss or anxiety or sadness or regrets seem to be more susceptible. I've only talked to a few others that have felt it, but each said they were more vulnerable when they're sad or lonely." She paused, thinking, her voice coming back stronger for her next speech. "I do know that you can get rid of it. I'm proof of that, but then it seems if it decides it wants to stay in this area we'll have to leave. We can't fight it permanently"

Scorchstar didn't respond. The thought of trying to move his Clan was terrible, but if it had to happen to protect his cats, he would. It was time to talk to his Clan.

New cats/rank up:
--> Nettleblaze says Timberpaw is ready to take on his full medicine cat name! If he passes his assessment, his medicine cat name will be Timberleaf.
--> Hazelstream's remaining kit is named Dunekit. Lionkit didn't make it...
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Hunting/Patrols:
--> Daisypatch, Slatefang, Ravenpaw, Honeypaw, Maplecloud, and Cindersong hunt.
--> Rabbitmask, Cherryheart, Junipersplash, Pikewhisker, Peachfrost, and Robinbreeze hunt.
--> Nettleblaze and Timberpaw looks for herbs.
--> Appleclaw, Scorchstar, Birchstorm, and Nightfrost patrol.

Training:
--> Ravenpaw and Honeypaw train in nothing this moon. They are going through their punishment...
--> Ashpaw trains in fighting with Birchstorm.
--> Emberpaw trains in stealth again with Firesong.

Mates/Kits:
--> Birchstorm and Nightfrost become mates! They wish to try for kits.

Other:
--> ShiningClan consumes 2 rabbits. [6 servings]
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My gallery · by **DefendeD** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 10:17 am

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[ Petubast Scorchingsands ]
Petubast stretched his long white body to its fullest accompanied by a snake's wide yawn. He had fallen asleep at Temple's entrance and had been woken up by the sun glaring down on his pelt. Making his pelt uncomfortably hot against his skin. But before the tom would dare to sneak back into the shade of the Temple, he let his narrowed eyes scan the surroundings. Below the stone stairs the river flows lazily the sun shining it's daggers on the waters green surface, making it sparkle. When Petubast was still a mere kit, his grandmother, Benemba, had told him that what made the waters shine under the sun was not the water itself, but the diamonds that floated on it. Now thinking back, it seemed like such a silly idea, but as a kit he had eaten Benemba's words like that from a god. Many times as a kit he tried to go to the shore and catch all the drifting diamonds from the water. Never questioning the lie he had been fed. In hindsight, maybe it said more about him than the liar. 'Now isn't the time to think of the past, focus' The tom scolded himself before sifting his gaze off the river. In the morning hours he had left a few fish inside a man-weaved wood basket by the bottom of the stone stairs, by the shore, as a way to maybe attract a new member to the temple. But to his disappointment instead of cat the shore had been taken by a crocodile. It's large body rested along the shore, presumably sunbathing. The basket had been ripped into fine splinters that were scattered around the crocodile's giant jaws. the fish being nowhere to be seen. Maybe he hadn't thought about his plan as thoroughly as he should have. The white tom let a disappointed sigh before sulking inside the temple his bushy tail washing the floor behind him.

As expected, the temple was much more tolerable compared to the scorching sun outside with its cooling shade. Petubast ruffled his fur as he made his way through the main hall. At the other end of the hall there were spiraling stone stairs that led to the Hall of Divinity. The tom only could gulp as he watched the stairs spiral into complete darkness. The Pharaoh had never been a huge fan of the dark. But he didn't have much choice now, did he? Every attempt by him to recruit new members to his Empire had miserably failed one way or another. The gods were his only hope now. And so without letting himself think further, the white-pelted cat descended down the stairs, every step taken in careful consideration, as if the thick blackness could swallow him up any moment.

Petubast felt a wave of relief when he felt his first paw touch the holy grounds. His eyes had adjusted quite well to the darkness, much better than he had thought, actually. As the tom made his way through the long hallway, he could feel a shiver travel through his spine to his toes. Making him more nervous than he should have been. Especially for someone who calls himself the leader of an Empire. One by one he went through the name plates that the gods had planted under their feet until he found just the one he had been looking for. "Ah, there you are!" He purred to the statue. As he let his gaze linger on the obsidian figure he felt a tingle inside his stomach. Something was off about it. For some reason he had a feeling that the statue was bending towards him. As if it was trying to to reach out to him. But Petabast knew better, so he shrugged it off as the darkness playing tricks on his mind. As the white tome lowered himself finally on the sandy ground he spoke, "Dear Anub, goddess of Unity" he started "For many days I have tried to recruit newcomers to the side of the Empire" deep shame darkened his next words "But I have failed, for no one has been willing to join me" "So please, dear Anub. hear my prayer" and with that the tom lowered his maw to the statue's feet silently chanting his prayers into the darkness.

Pentubast was more than happy when he finally was able to leave the dreadful catacombs behind him. Now he could direct his attention to much more pressing matters, such as hunting. His belly had already been starting to growl from all the tension he had felt from meeting his gods so he was more than happy to get on his way to catch something tasty for himself. 'I just hope the damned crocodile has finally moved it's fat arse out of my way'

Actions
[Hunting] Petubast goes hunting!
[Other] Petubast goes to the Hall of Divinity and prays to the gods for a new member!

The clan consumes nothing, 0 servings
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Pharaoh ::
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Crown Heir ::
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Nobles ::
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Templars ::
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Hunters ::
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Craftsmen ::
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Mages ::
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My gallery · by **Dinolil1** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 10:51 am

MoorClan
Kindness heals what was broken, mercy clears what was marred and peace brings back what was lost.
Number of Cats: 69| Males: 32 | Females: 37 | Last Post: X | Territory

Feel free to roll for deaths.

The small apprentice lay in the furthest corner of the den, muzzle buried under tortoiseshell-paws. Shame pricked at her eyes and Newtpaw found herself sniffling again - The tortoiseshell had known she'd tried her best, had wanted to try her best and yet that wasn't enough in Shadowfang's eyes. Upon returning to camp, the large black tom had simply stared at her with weary eyes, as though she were a troublesome kit. Shadowfang had said nothing, and yet the silence was more cutting than any word.

Her misery didn't go unnoticed by the three healers, peering at her from the opposite side. ''Oh, she looks devastated.'' Trouttail clucked, rambling about how miserable Newtpaw looked and how tearful she was. It seemed all so much just for a hunting session and the grey tabby couldn't believe how sad the little tortoiseshell was. Only moments ago, she'd been so excited to be training. ''What did Shadowfang say to her?'' Trouttail inquired, unable to fathom what could've happened. ''He must've been horrible.''

''He didn't say anything, which is worse.'' Smallwhisker chimed in. ''She looks so miserable.'' She mused, although the mottled she-cat made no attempt to calm down Newtpaw - Mending wounds, physical wounds was more her forte. Emotional wounds? Smallwhisker had scarcely a clue how one navigated such matters without accidentally hurting the cat in question. ''I'm gonna get some sage, that might calm her down.'' That had worked for Smallwhisker in the past, especially after Nightclaw had died.

The third healer, a large battle-scarred tom, had begun to approach Newtpaw. ''Don't worry.'' Lampreypelt murmured, poking the apprentice softly. ''It happens to the best of us, and you'll have a second chance.'' The brown tabby sank slowly to his belly, letting out a tired sigh. Scars as pale as chalk and as wide as the thunderpath crisscrossed over his pelt,tapestries illustrating a bloody history - Mistakes scored into pale skin, unremovable. ''I've had my fair share of mistakes too, everyone has.''

''Even Shadowfang?'' Newtpaw croaked, frowning. The large black tom was an impressive sight and his stony facade gave nothing away, although some cats claimed that really he was a big softy - Newtpaw now thought they had said that just to ease any fears she may have had about the intimidating cat. It was difficult to imagine him embarrassed. ''Don't lie to me.'' Newtpaw added.

Chuckling softly, Lampreypelt shook his head adamantly. ''Oh, trust me.'' He grinned, leaning in like a naughty kit sharing some untold secret. ''Everyone here has made a mistake, including me.'' Lampreypelt motioned to his pelt. ''Look at me, I'm covered in scars and most of them? Not from heroic or successful battles, believe me.'' Sitting up, the healer pointed to a large scar on his chest. ''This was when I ran into a rock.'' He remarked, rather proudly. ''I was trying to impress a girl I liked.''

Staring at Lampreypelt in surprise, Newtpaw's jaw dropped and she couldn't help but raise her head, interested. ''What? How?'' The dark molly gabbled, shaking her head in disbelief. ''Why? Why would running into a rock impress anyone?'' For the first time, Newtpaw was beginning to take notice of the scars on Lampreypelt's fur and with each new one she spotted, Newtpaw began to wonder how a healer had gotten all those - Did his old clan maltreat him? Was that why he left? Disgusted by cats that she never knew, Newtpaw stared up at Lampreypelt with a newfound respect.

''I was trying to do a backflip, which kinda backfired.'' Lampreypelt sighed, shaking his head softly. ''She was so beautiful...'' Recalling a pelt of night and stars, Lampreypelt couldn't help but obtain a somewhat dreamy expression - Such was his dream that he hardly noticed Newtpaw staring at him oddly ''My point is that everyone makes mistakes, and that's okay.'' Lampreypelt hummed, smiling at the tortoiseshell. ''You feeling better yet? Is that smile back on that pretty face of yours?'' The tabby chuckled softly.

''Yeah, thanks.''

Everyone makes mistakes. And that's okay.
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Beetlestep was dragged out of the shadows, covered in weeds that writhed as though alive. Still dripping with murky water, the black cat looked around dazedly, as though lost in a foggy quagmire or woken up from a dream so vivid that reality and imagination embraced for one terrible second. The will-o-wisps were nowhere to be seen, now that grey-light flickered through the shaggy pines - And yet you could tell they were close by. It was the way the air hummed, the way that if you looked in a certain way the air seemed to shimmer despite the frost in the breeze. Throat sore, Beetlestep could only manage three words.

''Where am I?''

The patrol hovered uneasily, watching the young molly trembling on scabbed paws - She'd obviously tripped and fallen, but what had brought her so far from camp? In the middle of the night, in a strange forest, no less? Briarcloud stared anxiously at the foggy tendrils as dangerous as snares - He had no answer for Beetlestep except for 'home'. Except this wasn't really home, not yet anyway. The woods was primal and dangerous, its heart as dark as it was ancient. ''Come on, Beetlestep, your friends were worried sick about you.'' Was all that the deputy chose to say, sighing deeply. ''Lets get you looked after.''

A fleeting figure disappeared into a patch of celandine, the flowers shivering at winter's touch. ''Did you see that, Garlicstar?'' Whispered Bramblefur, whiskers twitching with agitation. An otherwise beautiful clearing, freckled with primrose and mistletoe was somehow full of an ugly monstrosity - The trees loomed at every hand, faces in the bark sneering as the patrol passed. ''StarClan, why did we end up here of all places?'' Hissed Bramblefur, hunkering close to Briarcloud's shoulders. ''Couldn't we have gone somewhere nicer?'' The woods didn't want him here and he didn't want to be here - The feeling was quite mutual.

''I saw it.'' And she'd tried to ignore it, eyes staring down the mud between her paws. ''I hope it was just a trick of light.'' Garlicstar replied pointedly, her jaw set with a quiet anger - Could MoorClan ever stop suffering? Or was it going to continuously run into trouble time and time again? Just today a warrior went missing and a mother was found dead near ClayClan's border. Another figure ran past, darting into a flock of fly agaric, flickering and shimmering like river froth. Garlicstar let out a growl and walked faster, ignoring Bramblefur's complaint. She hadn't chosen the woods, it had chosen her and they could not leave.

Be cautious, curiosity kills.
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The mill creaked softly, moaning under years of woodrot and termites. A cluster of pine trees trembled before the stony sides, like soldiers at the mercy of their cut-throat captain. Although there was nothing here particularly haunting, the ravens that clustered hungrily in the dark trees did make one wonder if they knew something that they didn't. Coal-black eyes watched the patrol emerge from the tree-line, following the trio as they approached the ivy-bound mill. Ragged sails hovered in the air, no wind to yet fuel their purpose. With a witch-like cry, the ravens exploded forth and disappeared into the dark with a raucous scream. The clearing was full of a hollow feeling, as if something had been taken. A life? A purpose? A heart? Who knew?

But of course, Waxwing reasoned nervously, that was all in his head. Right?

''Look alive.'' Dawnpool murmured softly, lilac-grey tail brushing the leaves from the ground. ''I heard those ravens, we don't want to be long.'' Her voice was as cool as a frozen lake but that icy sheen was just a facade, for she could not deny the worries that flailed around like drowning bodies in black water. ''I don't think Beetlestep is here unfortunately.'' The warrior may not have been able to see, but she could very well sense Waxwing's disappointment - He had voiced his concerns quite loudly on the journey.

''Sorry.''

Waxwing sighed dejectedly, shaking his head softly. ''Not your fault, Dawnpool.'' The ginger tabby felt a sharp pain in his heart, as though someone had clawed his chest to ribbons - It was a harrowing feeling, losing your best friend and so soon after escaping peril too. ''With a forest this big, she was bound to disappear.'' Waxwing sniffed, coughing quietly. ''Just wished it wasn't so soon.'' His blue eyes shone with misery, brimming until it was bound to overflow. ''Just wished she got to say bye and have kits with Mag.''

''Well, that's a shame!'' Piped up a silver-muzzled tom. ''But don't weep, that disturbs the fae.'' Hauling himself into the top-most branches of a withered sapling, he sighed loudly and peered at them as though they were lost kits. ''You're mighty far from the tower, I didn't know anyone lived out here.'' The pale tom seemed almost perplexed, watching them with glass-blue eyes. ''And you.'' He faced Yarrowshine, a sneer under his frost-tipped whiskers. ''You're not one of them, are you?''

The forest seemed to lean in, curious about the answer. The leaves twitched and fluttered with anticipation, like chained swallows. The old mill creaked and clanked softly to itself, old stories of a senile ghost - Nobody said anything, watching the other like a hawk. The clouds came and went, and the forest was at a standstill, breaths held in non-existent lungs.

Yarrowshine stared coolly at the tomcat, a moon-white figure before him. ''Iceheart, I didn't expect to see you again.'' She approached him quietly, drifting through the brittle grass, wraithlike before him. ''I thought they would never let you come here.'' Yarrowshine murmured, cocking her head to the side. ''Did they get tired of you and send you here to bother us?'' She inquired.

Iceheart looked impressed, hunched over a bough of dying leaves. ''You didn't deny the stars in your fur?'' He chirped, sliding softly to the ground and approaching Yarrowshine with long, slow strides. ''That's a first in a long, long time...'' Iceheart gave a vulpine smile, looking as though he had all the time in the world. The stars could've crumbled right then, the earth could've disappeared in a swathe of raging fire and Iceheart would not care - The clock ticked only for him. ''But I'm not here for you.'' Voice dropping to a whisper so soft it barely disturbed the tips of the grass below. ''I'm here for Heronclaw and Sparrowtail.''

Things are not always as they seem. Pay attention.
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Sprawled across a rot-eaten log, Magpiefeather could not muster the energy to move and she could only watch the owl as it peered through her - Yellow eyes were as wide as suns, burning through the black and white molly. It did not blink once. ''Fogwhisker...'' Magpiefeather's voice was hoarse, her brush-tail curling around her paws. ''...Have you ever been heartbroken?''

A ridiculous question, of course but Fogwhisker took it in stride. ''Yeah, it happens.'' The grey warrior replied softly, paws treading lightly on brittle leaves. The ache in the chest was a familiar feeling, and not always a pleasant one - It was sharp and cruel and cut like broken glass. ''I know how you feel.'' Fogwhisker whispered, touching her nose to Magpiewhisker's shoulder. ''It's the worst feeling in the world.'' Her motherly instincts kicked in when Magpiewhisker let out a painful-sob and Fogwhisker pulled her in for a hug.

Linnettail hovered on the edges, unable to figure some way of aiding Magpiewhisker. Emotions were never particularly the tabby's forte and she preferred to stay out of issues for the better part. You could never trust someone incapable of articulating their own feelings to help another through theirs - There was always the risk of hurt associated with that. Tail twitching, the skinny molly nosed quietly through the undergrowth. With leafbare approaching with it's howling gales and whispering frosts, Linnettail figured it would not hurt to try and rustle up some mice or something. Snuffling through the dark-green ferns, Linnettail recoiled suddenly.

A stranger!

''Who are you?'' Linnettail snapped, fur bristling. With the strange happenings around the woods, she had little patience for mysterious cats sneaking up to them and appearing out of nowhere like the wraiths themselves. ''And are you a threat?'' Linnettail's bright eyes glimmered with a subtle rage, tail lashing like a whip. ''Be honest, please.''

The grey tom purred softly, smiling sweetly at Linnettail. ''I'm Juniper.'' His startling-amber eyes slid over the trio like honey, taking in every part of them, from the way they held their tails to the tips of their noses. ''And you are Linnettail, Fogwhisker and Magpiefeather?'' Juniper beamed at them, as though greeting old friends. ''Pleasure to meet you!''

Staring incredulously at this cheerful tomcat, Fogwhisker snarled. ''How did you know our names?'' The large and lean molly turned to face him, shaking her head sternly. ''You do know that it is most unsavory to stalk she-cats or anyone in particular?'' Fogwhisker's teeth were bared, tail hung high over her head like a bristling, silvery, thorn bush. ''Explain yourself.''

Watching Magpiefeather rising to her paws slowly, a beauty dressed in black, Juniper almost missed Fogwhisker's venomous snarl. ''I just guessed, that's all.'' The stone-grey tom seemed unbowed, watching Fogwhisker as though she were merely a tad frustrated. ''I hear you lot are clan-cats, that's so cool.'' Juniper grinned, bouncing lightly on his paws. ''I wanna join!'' He gabbled, shaking his head softly. ''I've learned about that code you keep, about the ranks, about...about everything!'' And yet, he chose to meet Magpiefeather's eyes, staring deep into them. ''Please, I wanna join, I even gave myself a warrior name!''

Fogwhisker's eyes remained as steely as ever. ''Fine, what is it?'' She inquired, through grit teeth.

''Juniperbounce!''

Beetlestep returns.
Iceheart and Juniperbounce join.
Newtpaw is treated in the healer's den.
Lichenface, Antfoot and Pansycloud patrol.
Jayfrost, Honeynose and Slatenose patrol.
Sedgefrost, Privetpath and Sloestem patrol.
Mistclaw, Larknose and Laurelfur hunt.
Thriftclaw, Smudgeflower and Murkfang hunt.
Copperberry, Burdockfoot and Gooseflight hunt.
Mallowpaw and Newtpaw go training

Leader:

Garlicstar

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Council:

Dawnpool

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Bramblefur

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Yarrowshine

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Deputy:

Braircloud

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Medicine Cat:

Trouttail

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Lampreypelt

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Smallwhisker

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Warriors:

Smudgeflower

Murkfang

Shadowfang

Cloverheart

Fogwhisker

Poppypelt

Adderleap

Antfoot

Larknose

Thriftclaw

Pansycloud

Linnettail

Mistclaw

Sedgefrost

Privetpath

Sloestem

Lichenface

Starlingtail

Jayfrost

Ratwhisker

Burdockfoot

Honeynose

Copperberry

Slatenose

Swallowstorm

Hawktuft

Darkfur

Aspenthroat

Gooseflight

Iceheart

Elmstorm

Hazelstone

Laurelfur

Stormflower

Froststrike

Crowfoot

Owlgaze

Foxflower

Juniperbounce

Waxwing

Beetlestep

Magpiefeather

Apprentices:

Mallowpaw

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Newtpaw

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Queens:

Fennelclaw

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Kits:

Plumkit

Pearkit

Firkit

Eveningkit

Teaselkit

Thistlekit

Daisykit

Chervilkit

Comfreykit

Hemlockkit

Mothkit

Beekit

Elders:

Ivystripe

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Patchthorn

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Mudfoot

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My gallery · by **faerie;** » Mon Jan 07, 2019 12:49 pm

[ males: 2 ] [ females: 2 ] [ other: 0 ] [ total: 4 ]

[new cats]
sheep & perch from advent.
coverpaw from deimos.

[ patrols ]
↳ hunt: sheep, noel
↳ border: sheep
↳ herbs: perch

[ training ]

coverpaw
( swimming, fighting )

[ assessments & ceremonies ]
n/a

[ kitting ]
n/a

[ deaths & injuries ]
n/a

[ other ]
perch and sheep are redeemed from the advent calendar.
the sanctuary redeems x5 mouse, 5x water vole, and 5x frog from the advent calendar. (14/25 claimed flaps)
the sanctuary redeems x3 borage, x2 burnet, 3x poppy seeds, x1 ragwort and x1 yarrow from the advent calendar.
the sanctuary gathers 5x herbs as perch arrives. (x1 feverfew, x1 stick, x1 dock, x1 coltsfoot, x1 cobweb)

[the clan consumes x2 mouse.]

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