Create A Clan- V.4

My gallery · by **Galipaygo** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 7:01 am

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔫
Number of Cats: 21

Frostfoot seemed more depressed lately than aggressive. She was more quiet than critical and avoided interaction. The troublesome brothers jumped on the distance almost immediately and were more than happy to take advantage by playing with the apprentices more. The clan seemed more lively with Shadowstar secluding himself and Frostfoot distant. It was a nice and welcome change of pace, and it gave Blizzardear the confidence to talk to Mossfur. “H-Hi...” he began, skittish. Mossfur smiled warmly and greeted him with a purr. “How are you?”
“I’m better... and you?” Blizzardear asked, feeling better with how warm Mossfur was acting. “I’m pretty great! But I have to go on this patrol, so I’ll see you later?”
“Y-Yeah...”
wip words

Leader Happenings:
[None this moon]
Medicine Cat Happenings:
[Camberpool searches for herbs]
[Camberpool gives Hickorypaw one broom]
Boarder Patrols:
[Windheart, Gatorclaw, Snowcave, and Mossfur patrol the boarders]
Hunting Patrols:
[Reedface, Troutthroat, Frostfoot, Oakface, Gorseclaw, and Lichenfang hunt]
Rank Changes:
[None this moon]
Apprentices:
[Barkpatch trains Lightpaw in advanced fishing]
[Mudpatch trains Sunpaw in swimming]
[Blizzardear trains Shadowpaw in stalking]
[Skyear trains Hickorypaw in advanced climbing]
Kittings/Mates:
[Text Here]

Other:
[The clan consumes a large fish and a toad, 5 serving!]
[Note to mod: Text Here]

My gallery · by ***~GECKO~*** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 9:40 am

Number of Cats: 01

starfishfacestar requests a medicine cat from the moonpool. she also goes patrolling for food with minnowface and campionface.

My gallery · by **ellipses** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 11:56 am

Black-Toothed Grinners
Number of Cats: 10

will edit in shortly :0

>> The Black-Toothed Grinners have laid claim to their territory
>> Sparrow, Dahlia, Pip, and Lynxclaw go on border patrol
>> Rae, Honeygaze, and Gwyn go on a hunting patrol
>> Viva goes on herb patrol

Captain:
Sparrow | 32m | Tom | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

First Mate:
Gwyn | 33m | Molly | X

Doctor:
Viva | 24m | Molly | X

Infantry:
Rae | 15m | Molly | X
Pip | 14m | Molly | X
Dahlia | 33m | Molly | X
Honeygaze | 39m | Molly | X
Lynxclaw | 29m | Tom | X

Cabin Crew:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]

Battlemaidens:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]

Kits:
Flash | 1m | Tom | X
Apex | 1m | Tom | X
Lark | 1m | Molly | X

Sea-Dogs:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]

My gallery · by **legolas the elf** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 11:59 am

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Season

L E A F - B A R E
The Season of Winter. During leafbare, the chances of catching greencough is higher. If you send the same cat out multiple times in the same post, they are more likely to catch a cold, which is lead to whitecough and greencough so be careful. After your cat catches a cold, don't send them out for 2 posts or their cold will progress to whitecough or greencough. The sun will start to go down early and it will get colder once the sun starts to go down. You will also catch less prey and are less likely to find new cats.

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Clans

MonarchClan

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saralaxy wrote:( hawkstar visits the godstone asking for a priest/priestess [med cat] )
( sootnose, acornpatch, & hawkstar patrol )
( sootnose & acornpatch hunt )
( goldenstar stays in camp )

[Dragael sends MonarchClan a eager priest, willing to serve his newfound Clan with all his abilities.]
[After sniffing around for a while, Hawkstar;s patrol finds nothing of interest. Grumbling about the lack of cats, Hawkstar heads home. His patrol passes uneventfully.]
[Acornpatch, quite unacquainted with hunting since his time as a loner stumbles trying to catch a small bird, but it flies into Sootnose's waiting claws. Sootnose and Acornpatch catch x1 small bird.]

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Mod Notes

You don't need to put that Goldenstar stays in camp. It is assumed, that, if not in your post log, the cat isn't doing anything of severe importance c:

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My gallery · by **ItsKass** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 1:06 pm

Desertclan
Number of Cats:3 Here

Goosescreech
Goosescreech sorts his herbs tenitavely

Swiftstar
Swiftstar decides Ravenwisper would make a good deputy, she plans to assign her as deputy as soon she can prove herself

Ravenwisper
Ravenwisper decides to hunt

My gallery · by **banooky** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 2:34 pm

"JungleClan cats are generally passive, preferring to stick to the sides and stay out of other Clan disputes. They tend to take things slowly, thinking carefully about their moves before they make them. While they are slow to think, their movements are quick, flashing through the trees faster than you can say 'mouse'."
Number of Cats: four

[Cloverheart checks over her Clanmates to see if they are sick.]
[Froststep goes on a patrol.]
[Aspenstar and Bluebellsong go for a walk.]

[Notes: Whoopsies, sorry about that! I changed their names.]

My gallery · by **deimido** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 5:40 pm

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terraclan, black-toothed grinners, lagoonclan, hazeclan, eanakhclan, kwamiclan, snakeclan, rainclan, eclipseclan, evanora's reach, glassclan, dewclan, suoloclan
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isle of cats, owlclan, hickoryclan, northernclan, the neighborhood
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[ LEAF-BARE ] The snow lets up for the first time in weeks, and while some cats still have difficulty hunting, it's certainly a lot better than their rotten luck last moon.
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TERRACLAN

- © MistyAutumnDays
hunting:
→ Toadlegs and Ashfeather returned with +1 bird.

ancestral request:
→ The spirits of StarClan pay heed to Rubystar's request and tell him that come morning, Dustclaw will be returning to TerraClan.
↳ ginger mackerel tabby with amber eyes.

gathering:
→ Twistedcloud gathered +1 borage leaves and +1 mint.

mod notes:
i'm also assuming you're keeping track of how much prey your clan consumes every moon, but a note of how much prey is eaten where the rest of the clan's actions would be very handy to ensure you're not skirting around the rules!

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OWLCLAN

- © winter solstice.
apprentice ceremonies:
→ OwlClan welcomes their three newest apprentices: Falling Feather, Silver Snow, Quiet Rain!

gathering:
→ Faded Song gathered +1 horsetail and +1 deadly nightshade.

hunting:
→ Dark Moon and his hunt returned with nothing...

patrolling:
→ Darkened Bark and his patrol reported nothing of interest.

training sessions:
→ Butterfly's Flight learned a new skill: fishing!

ancestral request:
→The spirits of StarClan pay heed to Dark Moon's request and tell him that come morning, a refugee by the name of Lyrasong will join OwlClan as a warrior.

mod notes:
the grown images are optional! and apprentices can't learn skills in the same post where they become apprentices.

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KWAMICLAN

- © Savannah-the-Caracal
hunting:
→ Ragingsoul and his hunt returned with nothing...

gathering:
→ Boulderwhip collected +1 rush and +1 broom.

patrolling:
→ Ragingsoul and his patrol found the thick scent of badger in the area...

training:
→ Tumblepaw learned a new skill: fishing!
→ Swallowpaw learned a new skill: combat!
→ Hornetpaw learned a new skill: stalking!
→ Peonypaw didn't learn anything new...

mod notes:
unless an apprentice has learned four skills prior, they can't learn a new one and attempt their assessment in the same post.

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THE NEIGHBORHOOD

- © amethyst14
patrolling:
→ Russentnose reported nothing of interest.

hunting:
→ Finn and Russentnose caught +1 mouse and +1 pigeon.

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EVANORA'S REACH

- © tēorian
ancestral request:
→ The Goddess pays heed to Areli's request and tell her that come morning, a shaman will be joining Evanora's Reach.

patrolling:
→ Soleilia and her patrol encounter a refugee from RoseClan named Featherdusk.

hunting:
→ Areli and her hunt returned with +1 hare and +1 stoat.
→ Ivytuft and her hunt returned with +1 mouse.

training:
→ Atreo, Dysis, and Cyril learned a new skill: tracking!

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BLACK-TOOTHED GRINNERS

- © classy n flashy
patrolling:
→ Sparrow and his patrol a possible cabin crew mate.

hunting:
→ Rae and her hunt returned with +1 small fish.

gathering:
→ Viva collected +1 bindweed and +1 daisy leaf.

My gallery · by **solyn** » Sat Jan 26, 2019 8:27 pm

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍.
population: 09 cats [ 06 fem : 03 male ]
servings required: 03

𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩

moderator: deimos - next moonstone: 26 jan
moons since last nonsense: 0

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

"Paws sore?" The smoke molly jumped, glaring accusingly at the large brown tabby who stared back at her. Brackenstrike chuckled, seating herself next to the new warrior. "I suppose you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, but I know mine would be, walking along that thunderpath for as long as you say you had been. Even quick trips across used to lacerate my paw pads." Splitface looked unimpressed, so Brackenstrike shrugged, shooting her a crooked grin. "Then again, maybe I'm just soft."
"Perhaps so," the stranger replied evenly, looking surprised as the other she-cat laughed. "You're not the friendliest little thing are you?"
"No one told me you had to be friendly to be a clan cat. I'm so sorry for my grievous error, I will endeavour to be better."
"Hey, no need to get snippy, it was just an... observation," Brackenstrike glanced across the camp, the yellow-eyed molly watching her larger companion evaluate the other cats in camp. The cat known as Sleetstar was huddled away in a corner, speaking in low tones to the large black tom that she had called Thunderjaw. The smallest cat had disappeared, as had the slinky pointed tom, leaving the sibling-like duo whose names Splitface couldn't recall to face off against the excitable new warrior who was reenacting some kind of story for them while they did their best not to look bewildered.
"Is this about the name?" Splitface jumped, turning her attention back to Brackenstrike. "Splitface... seems pretty on the nose, I know, but it's not anything personal. Some say when a clan leader picks a name, StarClan flows through their mind and compels them toward the right choice."
"And do you believe that?"
"Maybe," Brackenstrike said, "it's a clan-cat legend."
"Are you not a clan cat?"
"By a technicality."
"But you have a clan name."
"And now so do you," Brackenstrike's eyes met Splitface's own, making the smoky molly flick her gaze away, "until about a moon ago I was Kipcha. And now I'm Brackenstrike. When I was Kipcha, the way of clans were just stories that the older cats told us, the pilgrims who'd left two-leg nests after moving away from where they were originally from, some who claimed to be clan cats before they'd come to our group. To me, clans are like a fairytale but... I've known Sleetstar for a long time now. She's not a fool and she doesn't follow blind faith. If she has accepted the way of a clan, and believes in it, then there must be a reason for it."
"That's a lot of faith to put in one cat," Splitface said, although her tone was neither barbed nor amused. It was careful, a little prodding, as if seeing what other information she could extract about the strange leader. Brackenstrike gave her a half-smile and a shrug.
"Perhaps it is hard to see if you stand on the outside, but she's worth the faith, even if she doesn't see it herself."
"You seem awfully sure of a lot of things."
"I try to be," Brackenstrike stood then, stretching out, "everyone needs a rock every now and again, and though it's a tough job, someone has to do it." Her eyes met Splitface's again as she held her gaze for a few moments, and then smiled. "I wouldn't recommend trying to soothe the cuts in the snow. Find cobwebs and soak some moss. It'll help." She turned away, leaving the bewildered molly watching her as she headed for the large grey and white tom and his small black and white counterpart.
"Brackenstrike!" The excitable young molly exclaimed, "I was just telling Summitsky and Hollyfeather about the time that I saw a bird on the hill near the Withered Tree and-"
Splitface trained out the noise with a soft huff, turning her face to the sky. Overhead, snowflakes glittered in a flurry, blocking out most of the moon and the night sky, and yet somehow snow fell only lightly in the basin. As she turned her head back to the camp, she could have sworn she saw the flash of a shadow flicker behind Sleetstar, causing the molly to turn and look after it. As Sleetstar's attention roved back around the camp, her blue eyes met Splitface's yellow.
They held each other's gaze for a long moment, before Sleetstar turned her attention back to Thunderjaw. Splitface thought about the shadow for the rest of the night.

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"Hey!" Sleetstar jumped a little as a large shape drew up to her left. She blinked idly at Summitsky, looking a little amused. Behind them, she could hear Bearears chatting incessantly to Howlingeye, who at a quick glance seemed to be trying to peel away from the group so that he could feign interest in almost literally anything else. "Hello," she said, deciding she'd rather not be Bearears' next target for conversation, "something I can help you with?"
"I was just... checking to see if you're okay," Sleetstar blinked again, this time in surprise, "I know it probably seems out of the blue and you don't exactly seem like the type to talk about your... feelings but, well. Couldn't help but noticing that you and Thunderjaw have been doing a lot of covert whispering, and none of it makes you or him look very happy."
"How do you know we're not kindling a budding romance?"
"Oh darn, and here I was hoping he was into toms," Sleetstar laughed at Summitsky's sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes as he bumped her shoulder in a friendly manner. It surprised her, his ability to so smoothly interact with her as if they'd been friends for their whole lives. She blinked at him, before she blew out a sigh.
"The truth is, I don't really know what I'm doing, and some things that Northstar said have me... thinking about things and Thunderjaw is just a smidge bit pushier than you. But only a little." Summitsky did his best to look offended, but the surprise on his features that Sleetstar had willingly opened up to him overpowered them a little. "What kind of things?" He asked, although the look he received in return seemed to say he was testing his luck.
"I... don't know, it's kind of stupid I guess. It's just this whole idea of Northstar having some kind of grand plan is messing with my head. I'm not- qualified to run a clan, and I think I thought I could but-- the circumstances were different then. I feel like I'm under performing and something gives me the impression that if I don't pick up the slack I could be in danger."
"Like-- like physical danger? You think Northstar might hurt you?"
"Maybe," Sleetstar shrugged a little, her blue eyes lifting to hold Summitsky's gaze, "who knows what she's capable of."

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧.

"We're not in any danger, tracking deer, are we?" Viridianpaw paused where she'd been inspecting one of the marks left in the fresh snow. Thunderjaw shook his head. "We're not big enough to be a threat, but we'll have to be careful. It's leafbare and prey will be scarce for bigger animals, so we should stay on high ground and we should stay out of sight, just in case. We don't want to get underfoot in case of a stampede- or become a target ourselves."
"Are there lots of deer where you're from?" Virdianpaw scrambled up onto the rocks, following the trail as she nimbly stepped between the crags, Thunderjaw just a few paces behind her. "Uh, kind of," he said with a nod, before clearing his throat as she looked confused, "my old clan was in a place where deer were more... migratory. It had tougher tussock grass and they'd head head out there when it got hard to find food elsewhere, but it wasn't too popular since there wasn't a lot of tree cover."
"Why'd you leave?" Thunderjaw was silent for a long while, debating that question.
"It's... a long story-- whoa." Both he and Viridianpaw pulled up short as they gazed out across the cliffs. Although the cliff trail they were following dropped away quite suddenly, in front of them, across the way from a large jutting rock, where sheer limestone cliffs, glistening white in the leafbare sun. Viridianpaw shot her mentor a worried look as his face grew dark, and he brushed past her toward the cliffs.
"Is everything okay?" She asked, but Thunderjaw didn't respond. He broke into a run, muscles bunching powerfully as he pushed off the edge of the rock and landed on the other side of the gap, taking a few steps forward to look up at the cliffs. Viridianpaw landed beside him, glancing back and forth. A watery layer of snow sat at the foot of the cliffs, the shrubbery nearby still coated in a fine dusting of white. Viridianpaw glanced back to see Thunderjaw checking the underside of his paws, before he turned, eyes trailing to her own.
"What?" She mewed, frowning as Thunderjaw's face creased into a smile. "You're very sparkly," he teased, making Viridianpaw roll her eyes and shove at him with her paw, leaving a glinting limestone mark against his black fur. "Shut up," she whined, "you're the one who made us jump over here- and for what?"
"I was just curious," Thunderjaw said, looking back up at the limestone cliffs, "it feels strange that I haven't seen these before."
"They were probably just covered in snow. And the storms make it pretty dark out. Don't worry, old tom, I still think you're pretty observant." She snickered a little as Thunderjaw shot her an amused look, before he batted some of the more solid snow at her. She sputtered a little, pouting at him.
"Come on," he mewed, "we'll see if this ledge takes us back around to your deer trail, and if it doesn't, then you can show me what you remember about how to pick one up again."

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"I'm sorry, what?" Sleetstar sputtered, on her paws. Northstar turned back to look at her, blinking slowly. Around them, the stars glittered, but Sleetstar paid them no mind as she focused her ire on the white she-cat standing in front of her. The ghostly figure of the old leader rolled her eyes, rounding on Sleetstar again.
"You heard me, don't play dumb," she mewed, "NorthernClan needs to grow. If it doesn't, you've no chance of standing up to the Merchants. And besides, you need to keep your bloodline strong. NorthernClan needs kits." Sleetstar continued to stare at her, absolutely bewildered, as her fur bristled more and more in frustration. "And what if I don't want kits? I'm not ready to be a mother, I barely have a grip on being responsible for a whole bunch of adult cats, let alone kittens who depend on me. And besides, there's no one that I wish to have kits with. I don't have a mate."
"Then find one, Sleetstar," Northstar replied, exasperated now, "it shouldn't be that hard. You don't even have to like them all that much, you just need them to make strong kits."
"Hello? I think I should get a say in this?"
"I didn't give you your nine lives so you could waste them playing happy recluse in the mountains," Northstar snapped, wheeling on Sleetstar so suddenly that the pointed she-cat shrank back, "I gave you those nine lives because we had a deal. You promised you would destroy the Merchants. Now is not the time to try and renegotiate that deal, Sleetstar. You have a bigger purpose than whatever it is you want to do with the clan now."
"With all due respect, Northstar, I can't exactly fight if I'm pregnant."
"The war is not yet," Northstar replied simply, "but you cannot go into it without cats who will willingly fight at your side, and who better than your own flesh and blood?" Northstar turned away from her, taking a few strides into the shadows beyond the stars. She turned to look back at Sleetstar. "You need to have those kits, Sleetstar, before leaf-fall rolls around."
"And if I don't?"
"Make sure you don't have to find out."
Sleetstar jerked awake, pulling her nose away from the cold moonstone with a shocked gasp. Glaring accusingly at the offending object, she struggled to her paws. For a moment, she continued to stare at the stone as if it would summon Northstar forth and make her listen to reason, but when the silence in the cave remained heavy and uncut, she sighed, and exited through the tunnel that lead back to the mountain trails.
"Not the most convenient place to take a nap," said a voice behind her, making her jump. "Varvara? What are you doing this far into the territory?!" Varvara blinked her golden eyes at Sleetstar, before she shrugged, taking a step forward so the pair of them were almost nose to nose. "Your patrols clearly aren't very strong. I just suppose I came to see how laughable your pathetic excuse for playing clan was."
"You shouldn't be here," Sleetstar snapped, turning to stalk back toward camp. "What were you doing, anyway? You were still like death, and you've always been a light sleeper. You didn't even flinch when I stepped into the cave."
"I was... talking to someone."
"Oh?"
"You wouldn't get it."
"I heard the clan fables, same as you, Sloane. It just goes to show which of us is more maladjusted considering you clearly believe them."
"It's Sleetstar, Var," the pointed cat snapped, whirling on the chocolate-coloured molly, "and you don't have to believe me. But I know what I saw, and I know what I have seen. And you need to let it go. Stop coming here, Varvara. There's nothing here for you, nothing to gain and I certainly am not waiting for you to rescue me. Stop waiting for me to come to my senses, because I have. This is where I belong."
"You sound awfully sure of that," Varvara's tone was frosty, her face pulled in a tight scowl. Sleetstar squared her shoulders. "I am. I've moved on, Varvara. From the Merchants, and from you." She paused, and before she could take stock of what her mouth was doing, she had already said in. "In fact, I already have a new mate."
"Is that so? And what would their name be?" Sleetstar's eyes glinted.
"Summitsky."

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` servings consumed
3/3 - x1 bird
` clan events
thunderjaw teaches viridianpaw tracking
sleetstar requests a warrior
sleetstar, summitsky, howlingeye and splitface hunt
brackenstrike, hollyfeather and bearears patrol the border

` leader
`` sleetstar | 48 moons | ♀ | ✦

` deputy
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦

` medicine cat
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦
` medicine cat apprentice
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦

` warriors
`` summitsky | 51 moons | ♂ | ✦
`` hollyfeather | 26 moons | ♀ | ✦
`` thunderjaw | 46 moons | ♂ | ✦
`` howlingeye | 29 moons | ♂ | ✦
`` brackenstrike | 56 moons | ♀ | ✦
`` splitface | 54 moons | ♀ | ✦
`` bearears | 21 moons | ♀ | ✦

` apprentices
`` viridianpaw | 13 moons | ♀ | ✦

` queens and kits
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦
↪ kit names

` elders
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦

My gallery · by **legolas the elf** » Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:57 am

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Season

L E A F - B A R E
The Season of Winter. During leafbare, the chances of catching greencough is higher. If you send the same cat out multiple times in the same post, they are more likely to catch a cold, which is lead to whitecough and greencough so be careful. After your cat catches a cold, don't send them out for 2 posts or their cold will progress to whitecough or greencough. The sun will start to go down early and it will get colder once the sun starts to go down. You will also catch less prey and are less likely to find new cats.

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Clans

MonarchClan

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saralaxy wrote:( goldenstar begins her kitting! scorchspring is there to help )
( sootnose & hawkstar hunt )
( scorchspring looks for herbs )
( hawkstar & acornpatch patrol the borders )

Goldenstar's ragged breathing eased as her kitting came to an end. Scorchspring stepped back to examine the kits. One was a tortoiseshell she-kit and the other was a ginger tom. But one wasn't squirming at all. Nuzzling it's fur, Scorchspring stepped back, not wanting to give the horrible news to Goldenstar. "You'll be fine." he mewed, dipping his head. "As will one of your kits. But the other - didn't make it.'' Goldenstar let out a horrible wail only a mother could. She nuzzled the dead kit, trying to wake it - but no, it didn't work. Scorchspring dipped his head, leaving the pretty she-cat to her grief. "May Asgard watch over him." The ginger tom turned, head drooping, and headed back to his den. Was he a good Priest if he had let a kit die almost as soon as he had come to MonarchClan?
[Goldenstar gives birth to two kits (she-cat and tom respectively). However, one dies shortly after birth - you may choose which.]

Sootnose leaped into the air, batting a thrush out of the sky. As it thumped to the ground, Hawkstar snapped it's spine quick as a fish, and the two had prey to bring home to Goldenstar. Sootnose purred in satisfaction and glanced at Hawkstar. "Should we continue on?" Hawkstar nodded. "Let's hunt in the direction of camp, though." Hawkstar made it sound like a comment but Sootnose knew it was an order and followed him, the bird in mouth. She was really starting to get the swing of clan life. Hawkstar suddenly dropped low to the ground and lunged into a bush, coming out with a water vole. "I wonder why it wasn't closer to water." Sootnose mumbled around the thrush she carried. Hawkstar snorted, dropping the vole. "The snow must be water enough." Sootnose let out a little laugh as Hawkstar picked his vole back up again and headed towards home.
[Sootnose and Hawkstar catch x1 small bird and x1 water vole]

Scorchspring had headed out to collect herbs after Goldenstar's kitting to take his mind off things. It had been working - for about 10 heartbeats. His thoughts now circled in the same pattern: I'm a terrible Priest! - No, you couldn't have helped it. - But I could have, so I'm a terrible Priest! Scorchspring's thoughts cut off as he leaned in towards a plant. He sniffed it, eyes widening. Tansy! This would be useful if some cat caught a mild cough. Carefully nipping off two of the un-frosted stems, Schorchspring turned tail and set home with a spring in his step.
[Scorchspring collects x2 Tansy]

Acornpatch followed Hawkstar, the leader of their border patrol, slowly. He made sure to mark every big border marker and keep his eyes and nose peeled for any threats or new cats. He flicked an ear back to ward off a bug when he heard it - the quiet crunch of snow behind him. Acornpatch whirled around to see a black and white cat slinking after them. "Why hello." The stranger mewed. Hawkstar was up to the cat in an instant, fur bristling. Acornpatch had no idea how he had doubled back on the patrol so fast. "Who are you?" he hissed to the stranger. The cat kept their cool composure. "Why a friend looking for a Clan! I was told by a humungous cat named....Draegal? that I could find one here - MonarchClan I think he said." Hawkstar immediately relaxed at the sound of the God's name. "I am Hawkstar, King of MonarchClan. Why don't you follow me, stranger?" Acornpatch blinked as the two pulled ahead. Well, that was the patrol done, he guessed.
[On patrol, Hawkstar and Acornpatch find a stranger who can be of any suitable rank.]

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Just so you know, the genders for the kittens are there because of genetics c:. Also I just noticed - your gender symbols are wrong oof.

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