B E A R C L A N
Number of Cats: 16 (3 kits)
Number of Servings: 4
Next Ruins Visit: 06/28
Next Birth: Quailthroat (Now!)
Mod Notes: N/A
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Several things rushed around Slatestar's mind that morning. The territory was flooded again, food was becoming short, Quailthroat was due for kitting any moment, and, of course, how to deal with the bear. Vipersun had brought him to the foot of the tallest mountain on the island, claiming that it was housing the frightening creature. The leader had to do something, but what? He pushed the thought to the side, something even more important was about to happen. Adderkit, Fogkit, and Squirrelkit, the first kits brought into the Clan, were about to be apprenticed. Slatestar plastered on a smile and exited his dark, shadowy den into the bright sunlight that lit up the world around the BearClan. The grey-brown tom stood proudly on the rocky overhang that he used to address the Clan. He cleared his throat and called out, "It is time we make three new apprentices!" As he said this, Cedarsplash gave her kits a proud nudge, sneaking in a few licks to straighten her daughters' fur. Slatestar looked down, resting his gaze on Adderkit. "Adderkit, please step forward." He instructed. He waited patiently as the fluffy molly wobbled over to him. She swallowed and blinked up at him, determination showing in her eyes. Slatestar stifled a 'mrrow' of laughter. She would make a good warrior, indeed. "Adderkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Adderpaw. Your mentor will be Cindertail. I hope Cindertail will pass down all he knows on to you." he announced. It may have been his first ceremony, but something about it felt like he had done it countless times before, almost as if StarClan was speaking for him. Now, he turned to Cindertail. The soot colored tom had a look of utter shock on his face, with his pale green eyes wide and jaw hanging open. "Cindertail," He continued, a hint of amusement in his voice "you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have have been a great warrior to BearClan, and you have shown yourself to be honest and loyal. You will be the mentor of Adderpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know onto her." He dipped his head and the new mentor went up to his apprentice and touched noses. Slatestar repeated this process for Fogpaw (who was apprenticed to Weaselfur), and Squirrelpaw (who was apprenticed to Grassheart). After he concluded, the six cats stood in front of the Clan. They were greeted by cheers, yowls, and calls of congratulations. "Adderpaw! Fogpaw! Squirrelpaw!" the Clan cried. However, the noise only lasted for a few moments. He waved his tail, signalling his Clan to quiet down, and nodded at the cats to sit down. "I have one more announcement." He stated firmly "Many of you know that there is a bear that threatens us. Thankfully it has not struck yet, but you never know what a bear could do. Vipersun has guided me and shown me where this creature lives. After our scouting,a few of our patrols have scented the markings of the bear getting closer and closer to our camp. I can only view this as a threat. Vipersun says that the bear can communicate and understands catspeak. I have come to the decision to try and peacefully settle the matter by trekking up to the bear's den and talking to it." There was no response, only silence. And then there was chaos. "Are you insane?!" Grassheart spat at him, earning many wails of approval. Slatestar held up his tail again, wishing for silence so he could respond. "I know it sounds crazy." he acknowledged "But, trust me, I've thought this through and I believe it could work." Cougarleap hissed. "What are you talking about?" he retorted "You said it yourself! Bears are unpredictable! What if this thing slaughters you?" Stormpaw stepped up next to him. "You can't go alone!" He protested "What if you get lost, or even worse, like Cougarleap said?" Slatestar blinked. "I won't be going alone. I'll be taking a patrol with me. It will be volunteer only. Vipersun has already agreed to join." There were several yowls of protest. Slatestar jumped down to face his angry clanmates. "Listen, this is the only way-" he told them, but Minkblossom chimed in. "You are a fool for thinking so, Slatestar!" She growled "Especially since you haven't attempted any other solution!" Anger bubbled up inside of the tom. "I am going and that's final!" Slatestar boomed, voice echoing off of the stone walls, making him sound even more intimidating "Those who want to stay behind, fine! But I will not stand idle while there is a monster threatening our safety. If you'll join me great, but if not, I hope you can sleep soundly knowing there's a bear that could attack at any living moment..." There was another silence. Several cats looked surprised at the normally calm Slatestar's outburst. Others were looking guiltily at their paws, and the rest had smirks of respect, and determination flickering in their eyes. Sandstep approached her leader boldly. "When do we leave, Slatestar? Lead and I will follow!" Shaking his head, he walked up to his deputy. "No, Sandstep, you must stay here." Slatestar ordered. "But Slate-" The she-cat started, but she was cut off swiftly. "If anything happens, you must be here to protect the Clan. As my deputy, you must obey my orders." Slatestar continued, voice firm, letting Sandstep know there was no use in arguing. It took a few moments, but eventually, the sandy cat stepped aside and dipped her head. "Yes, Slatestar." She conceded. Slatestar gave her a thankful and friendly lick on the ear and then looked up. "So." He meowed "Who will join me?"
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Slatestar moved through the crowded path that led to the mountain. Bushes squeezed his patrol and branches swatted at their faces. After all of his yelling, he had gathered Vipersun, Weaselfur, and Dunewing to join him on his journey. He had expected more to volunteer after his speech, but he reminded himself it was more of a telling off than a speech. Besides, any cat that was willing to help was valued. Dunewing was strong and bulky, enough to be threatening...to a cat at least. Weaselfur had proved himself a loyal member of the Clan and Slatestar could tell that the warrior would do anything for his new home. The group of toms padded along the trail in silence. Slatestar’s mind was still whirling, trying to determine what he would say to the bear. What do you say to a bear? Vipersun’s question shattered the silence. “It’s quite a coincidence, huh?” He meowed “The fact that you’re named BearClan and there’s a bear threatening you. Was that planned?” Slatestar sighed heavily. “How could it be planned if I had no idea the bear even existed?” He pointed out, voice tight with stress. “True.” The pale warrior agreed “So then why is it ‘Bear’Clan?” Slatestar let out a small growl. “I don’t know, Vipersun.” He hissed gently “Bears are strong. I want a strong Clan. I’m not sure it just seemed right. StarClan apprvoved it, though, so it can’t be too bad.” Vipersun flicked his ear. “Then StarClan sure has a weird sense of humor.” He muttered to himself, though the rest heard him and decided not to answer. “How far away are we?” Weaselfur asked, poking his head out from behind Vipersun. Dunewing looked around Weaselfur, obviously curious to the answer as well. Slatestar slowed and stopped at the base of a monstrous mountain that clawed at the sky. It’s peak was covered by clouds and the indent that served as the bear’s cave was barely visible behind layers of fog and stray wisps of cloud. Below the cave, there was a section of rather jagged rocks that could impale a cat easily. Dunewing gulped, and Weaselfur and Vipersun’s tails both sank onto the ground. Slatestar blinked at the climb ahead of them. He shook out his pelt, unsheathed his claws and started scaling the path, much to the dismay of his clanmates.
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The sun was going down as the four cats finally reached their destination. Their paws were dragging heavily on the spiraling pathway and their eyes were becoming blurry. The walkway, if you could even call it that, was made up of tons of small and big rocks piled up on top of each other and morphed into the side of the mountain. The rocks weren’t stable, and looked as if they would all come tumbling down if a cat misstepped. Slatestar’s shoulders were hunched and his head hung low. Suddenly, they felt a soft, cool breeze. At first, the group thought it was just a stray gust but they soon discovered it came from the cave they were climbing to. Slatestar was hit by elation and dread at the same time, causing it to stir in his stomach and make him anxious beyond belief. The tom licked his lips, turned to his patrol, and entered cautiously. His pawsteps sounded like thunder on the cold, damp floor, and the air had a kind of musky sort of prey smell to it. The ceiling was dotted with small spikes that were dripping water. The slick surface of the cave made it reflect the warm, delightful colors of the sunset, even if the place was no where near inviting. Suddenly, a loud huff of air filled the cats’ ears. “Who dares wake me.” A deep, accented voice called. It was weird, unlike anything Slatestar had heard. It wasn’t like his own, or the rest of the island cats. But it wasn’t like Cindertail or Weaselfur’s group either. It sounded more exotic. Maybe it was because the words the bear spoke were so broken. Slatestar didn’t know, or, frankly, didn’t care. He had much more important matters on his mind. The leader cleared his throat and spoke strongly. “My name is Slatestar. I come from the-“ he began, but was cut off by the bear, who was slowly creeping into sight. “Group of cats settled by river, no?” It finished. After a few moments, the full bear was revealed in the fading sunlight. It was huge. A massive chunk of muscle and brown, shaggy fur with long, hooked claws and eyes that glinted mischievously. Slatestar swallowed. “Y-yes.” He stuttered, but then forced himself to remain strong “Yes, we settled by the river. I’m surprised you know who we are.” At this, the bear gave out a deep chuckle that bounced off of the walls and hurt the cats’ ears. “Do not think I dunno why you here, cat.” He growled “You’re here to take prey from me. Steal what is mine.” Slatestar shook his head. “No!” He protested “We aren’t here to steal your food. In fact, that’s what we came here to prevent. We-I was hoping that we could discuss an agreement so that we can both have equal amount of prey without getting into each others territory.” The bear moved closer. “You came to my territory moment you made camp!” It growled “I live on island before you born, cat! I know there is not enough prey for both of us.” Closer. “You and your group trying to take what is mine. I should kill you all at once; eliminate competition.” Slatestar moved closer to his Clanmates. “N-no!” He yowled “I’m sure we could work something out!” Now, terror was gripping onto the group and not letting go. The bear’s claws clicked on the floor and it’s sharp, slobbery teeth reflected the rising moon. Out of no where, the bear smiled. “I might have idea. Prey is valuable, no? And only the strongest should live, no?” The bear started. All Slatestar could do was nod. “Well. What if you make cats prove they strong enough to deserve prey. That way not as many mouths to feed.” Before Slatestar could say anything, Vipersun spoke. “A-and how do we know if they’re worthy?” He asked quietly. The bear grinned widely, showing off his shimmering teeth. The sight made Slatestar queezy. “Send them to me.” He said at last “One cat every other moon cycle. We fight. If they win, they can go. If they lose, I kill. Make sure cats don’t lose their worth, every cat must come three times. After that, free to live life.” Slatestar was at a loss for words. This thing wanted him to sacfifice his own friends and family? No. He wouldn’t do it. The tom opened his mouth to speak. But Vipersun cut him off. “And what if we don’t play along? What if we don’t send any cats?” He asked boldly. The bear growled deeply, showing off every inch of his long fangs. “If no cat come, no cat in group survive. And I will take back my island.”He threatened “Now. Get out of my cave.” Before Slatestar could say anything, the bear’s large paw scooped them up and pushed them out of the mouth of the cave. The four cats skidded down the mountain, moving so fast they could only pray that they didn’t get snagged on a sharp rock or move any stones that could cause a rockslide. Miraculously, all four cats made it to the bottom unharmed. A cloud of dust formed around them, shimmering in the pale moonlight. The bear’s voice boomed from above them. “One cat every other moon cycle or all of cat group get killed!” It roared, then disappeared into its dark home. The four toms sat there in shock, not sure what to say. After a while, Dunewing spoke. “Slatestar, what do we do?” He meowed quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Slatestar thought for several ling moments. Then, staring at the ground, he made his decision. “We have to tell the Clan. Life as we know it is about to change forever.”
[Grassheart, Cindertail, and Rabbitspark patrol]
[Cougarleap, Batfur, Sandstep, and Cedarsplash hunt]
[Slatestar, Vipersun, Weaselfur, and Dunewing go to see the bear]
[Adderpaw is apprenticed to Cindertail!]
[Fogpaw is apprenticed to Weaselfur!]
[Squirrelpaw is apprenticed to Grassheart!]
[Sandstep teaches Stormpaw Battle Strategy]
[Minkblossom looks for herbs]
[Quailthroat is kitting! Batfur is the father. Minkblossom helps and uses x1 chervil]
[The Clan consumes x1 squirrel and x1 small fish]
Number of Cats: 16 (3 kits)
Number of Servings: 4
Next Ruins Visit: 06/28
Next Birth: Quailthroat (Now!)
Mod Notes: N/A
Archive
Several things rushed around Slatestar's mind that morning. The territory was flooded again, food was becoming short, Quailthroat was due for kitting any moment, and, of course, how to deal with the bear. Vipersun had brought him to the foot of the tallest mountain on the island, claiming that it was housing the frightening creature. The leader had to do something, but what? He pushed the thought to the side, something even more important was about to happen. Adderkit, Fogkit, and Squirrelkit, the first kits brought into the Clan, were about to be apprenticed. Slatestar plastered on a smile and exited his dark, shadowy den into the bright sunlight that lit up the world around the BearClan. The grey-brown tom stood proudly on the rocky overhang that he used to address the Clan. He cleared his throat and called out, "It is time we make three new apprentices!" As he said this, Cedarsplash gave her kits a proud nudge, sneaking in a few licks to straighten her daughters' fur. Slatestar looked down, resting his gaze on Adderkit. "Adderkit, please step forward." He instructed. He waited patiently as the fluffy molly wobbled over to him. She swallowed and blinked up at him, determination showing in her eyes. Slatestar stifled a 'mrrow' of laughter. She would make a good warrior, indeed. "Adderkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Adderpaw. Your mentor will be Cindertail. I hope Cindertail will pass down all he knows on to you." he announced. It may have been his first ceremony, but something about it felt like he had done it countless times before, almost as if StarClan was speaking for him. Now, he turned to Cindertail. The soot colored tom had a look of utter shock on his face, with his pale green eyes wide and jaw hanging open. "Cindertail," He continued, a hint of amusement in his voice "you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have have been a great warrior to BearClan, and you have shown yourself to be honest and loyal. You will be the mentor of Adderpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know onto her." He dipped his head and the new mentor went up to his apprentice and touched noses. Slatestar repeated this process for Fogpaw (who was apprenticed to Weaselfur), and Squirrelpaw (who was apprenticed to Grassheart). After he concluded, the six cats stood in front of the Clan. They were greeted by cheers, yowls, and calls of congratulations. "Adderpaw! Fogpaw! Squirrelpaw!" the Clan cried. However, the noise only lasted for a few moments. He waved his tail, signalling his Clan to quiet down, and nodded at the cats to sit down. "I have one more announcement." He stated firmly "Many of you know that there is a bear that threatens us. Thankfully it has not struck yet, but you never know what a bear could do. Vipersun has guided me and shown me where this creature lives. After our scouting,a few of our patrols have scented the markings of the bear getting closer and closer to our camp. I can only view this as a threat. Vipersun says that the bear can communicate and understands catspeak. I have come to the decision to try and peacefully settle the matter by trekking up to the bear's den and talking to it." There was no response, only silence. And then there was chaos. "Are you insane?!" Grassheart spat at him, earning many wails of approval. Slatestar held up his tail again, wishing for silence so he could respond. "I know it sounds crazy." he acknowledged "But, trust me, I've thought this through and I believe it could work." Cougarleap hissed. "What are you talking about?" he retorted "You said it yourself! Bears are unpredictable! What if this thing slaughters you?" Stormpaw stepped up next to him. "You can't go alone!" He protested "What if you get lost, or even worse, like Cougarleap said?" Slatestar blinked. "I won't be going alone. I'll be taking a patrol with me. It will be volunteer only. Vipersun has already agreed to join." There were several yowls of protest. Slatestar jumped down to face his angry clanmates. "Listen, this is the only way-" he told them, but Minkblossom chimed in. "You are a fool for thinking so, Slatestar!" She growled "Especially since you haven't attempted any other solution!" Anger bubbled up inside of the tom. "I am going and that's final!" Slatestar boomed, voice echoing off of the stone walls, making him sound even more intimidating "Those who want to stay behind, fine! But I will not stand idle while there is a monster threatening our safety. If you'll join me great, but if not, I hope you can sleep soundly knowing there's a bear that could attack at any living moment..." There was another silence. Several cats looked surprised at the normally calm Slatestar's outburst. Others were looking guiltily at their paws, and the rest had smirks of respect, and determination flickering in their eyes. Sandstep approached her leader boldly. "When do we leave, Slatestar? Lead and I will follow!" Shaking his head, he walked up to his deputy. "No, Sandstep, you must stay here." Slatestar ordered. "But Slate-" The she-cat started, but she was cut off swiftly. "If anything happens, you must be here to protect the Clan. As my deputy, you must obey my orders." Slatestar continued, voice firm, letting Sandstep know there was no use in arguing. It took a few moments, but eventually, the sandy cat stepped aside and dipped her head. "Yes, Slatestar." She conceded. Slatestar gave her a thankful and friendly lick on the ear and then looked up. "So." He meowed "Who will join me?"
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Slatestar moved through the crowded path that led to the mountain. Bushes squeezed his patrol and branches swatted at their faces. After all of his yelling, he had gathered Vipersun, Weaselfur, and Dunewing to join him on his journey. He had expected more to volunteer after his speech, but he reminded himself it was more of a telling off than a speech. Besides, any cat that was willing to help was valued. Dunewing was strong and bulky, enough to be threatening...to a cat at least. Weaselfur had proved himself a loyal member of the Clan and Slatestar could tell that the warrior would do anything for his new home. The group of toms padded along the trail in silence. Slatestar’s mind was still whirling, trying to determine what he would say to the bear. What do you say to a bear? Vipersun’s question shattered the silence. “It’s quite a coincidence, huh?” He meowed “The fact that you’re named BearClan and there’s a bear threatening you. Was that planned?” Slatestar sighed heavily. “How could it be planned if I had no idea the bear even existed?” He pointed out, voice tight with stress. “True.” The pale warrior agreed “So then why is it ‘Bear’Clan?” Slatestar let out a small growl. “I don’t know, Vipersun.” He hissed gently “Bears are strong. I want a strong Clan. I’m not sure it just seemed right. StarClan apprvoved it, though, so it can’t be too bad.” Vipersun flicked his ear. “Then StarClan sure has a weird sense of humor.” He muttered to himself, though the rest heard him and decided not to answer. “How far away are we?” Weaselfur asked, poking his head out from behind Vipersun. Dunewing looked around Weaselfur, obviously curious to the answer as well. Slatestar slowed and stopped at the base of a monstrous mountain that clawed at the sky. It’s peak was covered by clouds and the indent that served as the bear’s cave was barely visible behind layers of fog and stray wisps of cloud. Below the cave, there was a section of rather jagged rocks that could impale a cat easily. Dunewing gulped, and Weaselfur and Vipersun’s tails both sank onto the ground. Slatestar blinked at the climb ahead of them. He shook out his pelt, unsheathed his claws and started scaling the path, much to the dismay of his clanmates.
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The sun was going down as the four cats finally reached their destination. Their paws were dragging heavily on the spiraling pathway and their eyes were becoming blurry. The walkway, if you could even call it that, was made up of tons of small and big rocks piled up on top of each other and morphed into the side of the mountain. The rocks weren’t stable, and looked as if they would all come tumbling down if a cat misstepped. Slatestar’s shoulders were hunched and his head hung low. Suddenly, they felt a soft, cool breeze. At first, the group thought it was just a stray gust but they soon discovered it came from the cave they were climbing to. Slatestar was hit by elation and dread at the same time, causing it to stir in his stomach and make him anxious beyond belief. The tom licked his lips, turned to his patrol, and entered cautiously. His pawsteps sounded like thunder on the cold, damp floor, and the air had a kind of musky sort of prey smell to it. The ceiling was dotted with small spikes that were dripping water. The slick surface of the cave made it reflect the warm, delightful colors of the sunset, even if the place was no where near inviting. Suddenly, a loud huff of air filled the cats’ ears. “Who dares wake me.” A deep, accented voice called. It was weird, unlike anything Slatestar had heard. It wasn’t like his own, or the rest of the island cats. But it wasn’t like Cindertail or Weaselfur’s group either. It sounded more exotic. Maybe it was because the words the bear spoke were so broken. Slatestar didn’t know, or, frankly, didn’t care. He had much more important matters on his mind. The leader cleared his throat and spoke strongly. “My name is Slatestar. I come from the-“ he began, but was cut off by the bear, who was slowly creeping into sight. “Group of cats settled by river, no?” It finished. After a few moments, the full bear was revealed in the fading sunlight. It was huge. A massive chunk of muscle and brown, shaggy fur with long, hooked claws and eyes that glinted mischievously. Slatestar swallowed. “Y-yes.” He stuttered, but then forced himself to remain strong “Yes, we settled by the river. I’m surprised you know who we are.” At this, the bear gave out a deep chuckle that bounced off of the walls and hurt the cats’ ears. “Do not think I dunno why you here, cat.” He growled “You’re here to take prey from me. Steal what is mine.” Slatestar shook his head. “No!” He protested “We aren’t here to steal your food. In fact, that’s what we came here to prevent. We-I was hoping that we could discuss an agreement so that we can both have equal amount of prey without getting into each others territory.” The bear moved closer. “You came to my territory moment you made camp!” It growled “I live on island before you born, cat! I know there is not enough prey for both of us.” Closer. “You and your group trying to take what is mine. I should kill you all at once; eliminate competition.” Slatestar moved closer to his Clanmates. “N-no!” He yowled “I’m sure we could work something out!” Now, terror was gripping onto the group and not letting go. The bear’s claws clicked on the floor and it’s sharp, slobbery teeth reflected the rising moon. Out of no where, the bear smiled. “I might have idea. Prey is valuable, no? And only the strongest should live, no?” The bear started. All Slatestar could do was nod. “Well. What if you make cats prove they strong enough to deserve prey. That way not as many mouths to feed.” Before Slatestar could say anything, Vipersun spoke. “A-and how do we know if they’re worthy?” He asked quietly. The bear grinned widely, showing off his shimmering teeth. The sight made Slatestar queezy. “Send them to me.” He said at last “One cat every other moon cycle. We fight. If they win, they can go. If they lose, I kill. Make sure cats don’t lose their worth, every cat must come three times. After that, free to live life.” Slatestar was at a loss for words. This thing wanted him to sacfifice his own friends and family? No. He wouldn’t do it. The tom opened his mouth to speak. But Vipersun cut him off. “And what if we don’t play along? What if we don’t send any cats?” He asked boldly. The bear growled deeply, showing off every inch of his long fangs. “If no cat come, no cat in group survive. And I will take back my island.”He threatened “Now. Get out of my cave.” Before Slatestar could say anything, the bear’s large paw scooped them up and pushed them out of the mouth of the cave. The four cats skidded down the mountain, moving so fast they could only pray that they didn’t get snagged on a sharp rock or move any stones that could cause a rockslide. Miraculously, all four cats made it to the bottom unharmed. A cloud of dust formed around them, shimmering in the pale moonlight. The bear’s voice boomed from above them. “One cat every other moon cycle or all of cat group get killed!” It roared, then disappeared into its dark home. The four toms sat there in shock, not sure what to say. After a while, Dunewing spoke. “Slatestar, what do we do?” He meowed quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Slatestar thought for several ling moments. Then, staring at the ground, he made his decision. “We have to tell the Clan. Life as we know it is about to change forever.”
[Grassheart, Cindertail, and Rabbitspark patrol]
[Cougarleap, Batfur, Sandstep, and Cedarsplash hunt]
[Slatestar, Vipersun, Weaselfur, and Dunewing go to see the bear]
[Adderpaw is apprenticed to Cindertail!]
[Fogpaw is apprenticed to Weaselfur!]
[Squirrelpaw is apprenticed to Grassheart!]
[Sandstep teaches Stormpaw Battle Strategy]
[Minkblossom looks for herbs]
[Quailthroat is kitting! Batfur is the father. Minkblossom helps and uses x1 chervil]
[The Clan consumes x1 squirrel and x1 small fish]
- Leader:
Slatestar | 37 m | M | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
Deputy:
Sandstep | 33 m | F | X
Medicine Cat:
Minkblossom | 43 m | F | X
Warriors:
Dunewing | 37 m | M | X
Cindertail | 25 m | M | X
Cougarleap | 19 m | M | X
Batfur | 19 m | M | X
Weaselfur | 53 m | M | X
Rabbitspark | 25 m | F | X
Grassheart | 21 m | F | X
Vipersun | 33 m | M | X
Cedarsplash | 34 m | F | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Apprentices:
Stormpaw | 12 m | M | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Adderpaw | 6 m | F | X (left)
Fogpaw | 6 m | F | X (center)
Squirrelpaw| 6 m | F | X (right)
Queens:
Quailthroat | 29 m | F | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Kits:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Elders:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
- Ally Clans:
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Enemy Clans
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Borders
North | Clan Name | Username
East | KwamiClan | Savannah-the-Caracal
South | Clan Name | Username
West | Clan Name | Username
Medicine Store
Cobweb | Stops bleeding | x1
Chervil | Helps queens give birth | x0
Marigold | Stops infection | x3
Poppy Seeds | Eases Pain | x1
Mouse Bile | Removes ticks | x1
Herb | Usage | Amount
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Mose | x3 | 1 servings
Minnow | x0 | 1 servings
Small Fish | x0 | 2 servings
Squirrel | x0 | 2 servings
Hare | x2 | 3 servings
Big Fish | x2| 3 servings
Mentors:
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves (hunting, battle strategy, climbing, stealth, swimming)
Sandstep | Stormpaw | 3 | Hunting, Swimming, Climbing
Cindertail | Adderpaw | 0 | moves
Weaselfur | Fogpaw | 0 | moves
Grassheart | Squirrelpaw | 0 | moves
Stone Pool:
(On hold until more cats join)
Cat Name | Number of Stones Left
Dunewing | 3
Cindertail | 3
Cougarleap | 3
Batfur | 3
Weaselfur | 3
Grassheart | 3
Vipersun | 3
Cedarsplash | 3
Deceased Cats:
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
Name and Name | Kits
??? and ??? | Sandstep, Vipersun
??? and Cedarsplash | Adderpaw, Fogpaw, Squirrelpaw
Batfur and Quailthroat | Kits
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