MORAYCLAN
Number of Cats: 06 | Next Dark Forest Visit: Now (06/30/19) | Next Den Decay: 04 more posts| Pebbles: 20
The border patrol had been tense - not necessarily because of Russetstar’s mood, but more so because of what Blizzardspirit had just witnessed moments prior.
Heronpaw hadn’t been killed; at least, not yet. The young apprentice fought bravely about a night after Russetstar had drowned Ferretswipe in the lake, and it took both Blizzardspirit and Dappleblaze to pry the furious kit off their leader. Hailwish then took it upon himself to step in-between the father and son catastrophe, making sure Heronpaw wouldn’t try anything stupid like that again.
What Heronpaw had uttered next completely floored the new MorayClan.
“Dawnstar was right about you,” he hissed at Russetstar, turning to leave whilst tossing a nasty glare over his shoulder. “You are just like Fernwind - except you didn’t get what you deserved.”
As he darted out of camp, Russetstar’s followers froze in their tracks, turning slowly to face their leader. His body was tense; stiffened to the point of obvious rage. Blizzardspirit tentatively took a step forward, ears pinned back fearfully. “R-Russetstar? A-are you—”
Russetstar lashed his tail dangerously, suddenly turning towards the opposite end of the woods and avoiding all eye contact with his followers.
“Come, Blizzardspirit. We’re going to find Dustkit. And when we do, we’ll raise him right.”
Blizzardspirit shuddered at the very memory of all of that - they’d been searching from dusk till dawn for the hidden kit, the one who had been snatched away from camp by one of the fleeing queens in order to protect him from Russetstar’s massacre. It appeared as though he was hidden fairly well; neither of the toms had seen which queen stole away with the new leader’s kit, so it was a matter of picking up on the right scent. And if that meant tracking down each and every one of the survivors, then so be it.
Russetstar huffed as he turned over a few bushes, deep in thought. “Keep a keen eye, Blizzardspirit. He could be anywhere.”
Blizzardspirit nodded at the red-furred tom’s instructions, padding a little ways away to see if he couldn’t catch any familiar scents.
He’d just about figured all hope was lost when the metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils.
Blizzardspirit turned to Russetstar, who’d whirled around when he smelled it too - the two toms nodded to one another as they quickly rushed towards the scent. Even if it wasn’t their best lead, they’d still have to deal with it eventually. What if there was a threat on their territory? There was only one way to be sure.
Blizzardspirit was the first to arrive at the scene, and he immediately flattened his ears against his head, letting out a deadly yowl.
It was Spiderbreeze - well, her body, anyway. The blood pooled around her suggested a terrible occurrence, and the tomcat standing by her corpse confirmed it. His eyes were narrowed at the two newcomers, back arched as if he were about to pounce at them.
“How’s about you two piss off, eh?” he snarled, standing his ground with his claws unsheathed. “Don’t want no trouble here, no sir - though if you don’t back off you’ll end up like her.” He motioned towards Spiderbreeze, and it was at that moment that Blizzardspirit took note of the twisted look of horror on her face. He shuddered at it, quickly looking down - well, he supposed he didn’t need sleep tonight anyways.
Russetstar straightened up bravely, watching this new tom curiously. “What is your name?”
“What’s it matter to you?”
Russetstar chuckled darkly, stepping forward. “Because I am Russetstar, leader of MorayClan. Now, if you don’t—”
“Papa!”
Russetstar’s head snapped over to the familiar cry, a rare smile tracing his features as he saw a tiny, bumbling kit stumble towards him. “Dustkit,” he purred, surging forward to nose at his kin. “I’ve been looking all over for you - you had me worried sick, my little soldier!”
Dustkit smiled up at his father, bouncing up and down. “Mama said we were playing hide n seek,” he yipped. “I think I won! Miss Spiderbreeze helped me hide, but then Mr. Shadowburr came and jumped on her.” The kit frowned slightly. “She hasn’t moved all day. It was so boring!”
The kit’s monologue nearly broke Blizzardspirit‘s heart in two. Russetstar stiffened as he glanced up to the other tom. “Shadowburr, eh?” he quipped as the bicolor tabby growled back at him. “...So this is what I have to work with? Pathetic.”
Shadowburr unsheathed his claws, digging them into the ground with absolute fury as he glared at Russetstar. “Who do you think you are, punk?! I was called here and—”
“By whom?”
Shadowburr blinked and shook his head. Blizzardspirit expected him to stay quiet out of spite, but was surprised when the words poured from his lips like blood.
“I… I don’t exactly know. It was a large molly - white fur, had an orange tail, with green eyes? And a very nasty-looking scar on her face. I think she called herself—”
“Foxstorm.” Russetstar dipped his head in understanding. “I know her quite well. She watches over my Clan, along with the other cats of StarClan.”
Shadowburr and Blizzardspirit both gave Russetstar an incredulous look. “StarClan?” Shadowburr said in disbelief, while Blizzardspirit quirked a worried brow towards his comrade (who simply gave him a dangerous look, silencing him immediately). “I… I don’t think that was StarClan. She didn’t exactly look very friendly, you know?”
“Have you ever met a StarClan cat?” Russetstar asked. “They’re not all quite as they seem, you know.”
“...I suppose you’re right,” the tom replied, sighing before suddenly looking up in realization. “Wait… So if Foxstorm watches over your Clan, then… Then that means…”
Russetstar paused as the tom’s voice trailed off, grinning widely. “Welcome to MorayClan, my dear Shadowburr.”
—
• MorayClan welcomes Shadowburr and Dustkit amongst their ranks.
• Russetstar asks the Dark Forest for a warrior.
• Russetstar, Blizzardspirit, and Dappleblaze go on border patrol.
• Blizzardspirit, Dappleblaze, and Shadowburr go on a hunting patrol.
• Russetstar, Shadowburr, and Hailwish go on a gathering patrol.
• Hailwish practices medicine after going on an herb patrol.
Leader: (1/1)
Russetstar | 43m | Tom | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
Deputy: (1/1)
Blizzardspirit | 33m | Tom | X
Medicine Cat: (1/2)
Hailwish | 60m| Tom | X
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿
Warriors: (2/20)
Dappleblaze | 28m | Molly | X
Shadowburr | 32m | Tom | X
Apprentices: (0/10)
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Queens: (1/10)
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Kits: (*See Queens*)
Dustkit | 5m | Tom | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Elders: (0/5)
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 | Clan Name | Username
South | Clan Name | Username
West | Clan Name | Username
Medicine Store
Alder Bark | Eases toothaches | x1
Beech Leaf | Attracts prey | x1
Burnet | Gives strength | x2
Cobweb | Stops bleeding | x2
Dandelion | Painkiller | x1
Den Supply Store
Brambles | x2
Moss | x3
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Mouse | x0 | 1 servings
Vole | x0 | 1 servings
Fish | x0 | 2 servings
Rabbit | x0 | 2 servings
Squirrel | x0 | 2 servings
Bird | x2 | 3 servings
Mentors:
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Deceased Cats:
Dawnstar | Killed by Russetslash
Ferretswipe | Drowned by Russetslash
Skunkeye | Killed by Dappleblaze
Juniperleaf | Poisoned by Hailwish
Spiderbreeze | Killed by Shadowburr
Family:
Russetstar and Ferretswipe | Heronpaw + Dustkit
Name and Name | Kits
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