Number of Cats: 06 toms ; 07 mollies ; 13 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 3 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!
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Wrenpetal curled her tail around the newborn kits. She was now the proud mother of RavenClans first litter. Considering how big she was, she had expected more than two, but she would never complain; the bundles of fur in front of her were perfect. The queen hasn’t thought about names yet, since Droserathorn advised waiting a few days. Now, they were surely strong and healthy, and in need of names. Wrenpetal was never good at them, though. She often forgot cats when she said “goodbye” and wasn’t very familiar with the traditional clan naming system. So, Marsh had been called. “What were ya thinkin’ sweetie?” He asked gently. The queen shrugged. “I’m still not sure. I was hoping that you might have a few ideas.” She admitted with a laugh. Marsh sighed and tilted his head. “That lil’ guy looks like a lion. I can tell he’s goin’ to be a strong warrior one day.” Wrenpetal was looking at her son as her friend spoke. A smile was slowly starting to form. “Lionkit.” She whispered “That’s perfect!” Marsh gave her a hearty grin as she gave her daughter a lick. “I actually did have a name in mind for her.” She told him. “Oh?” He purred, clearly excited “Let’s hear it!” Wrenpetal looked at him slyly. “She looks like a Marshkit to me.” Marsh’s eyes widened as he heard the name. “M-Marshkit?” He echoed. Wrenpetal nodded. “You’ve been such a pleasure to have around here. You made the long days of the nursery feel like hours. And I can’t wait for my kits to meet you. I can’t wait for them to hear your stories.” She gushed “It only seems right that I name my sweet daughter after the sweetest tom I’ve ever known. They won’t know their true father, but I know you’ll be a great role model for them. You’ve acted like a father to me, and I adore you for that. I know that they’ll feel the same way. If you want to be involved, of course.” Marsh’s surprised look turned to one of pure joy. “Wrenpetal, I would be honored to be there for you and your kits. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need me.” Marsh leaned forward and licked Wrenpetal’s ears affectionately. Just then, Droserathorn pushed his head into the nursery. He smiled at the queen and walked in after she dipped her head. “How are the little ones? Have you decided on names yet?” The shaman asked, sitting next to Marsh. Wrenpetal nodded and pointed to her kits. “Lionkit and Marshkit.” She announced. Droserathorn noticed Marsh’s look of pride as she said the names. The shaman nodded approvingly. He bowed his head. “Welcome to RavenClan, Lionkit and Marshkit.” He purred to the newborns. Then, turning to Marsh, he tilted his head. “Sorry to break up your conversation, but if you don’t mind, I need to check up on them.” The elder nodded respectfully and got up, nuzzling Wrenpetal before leaving the den.
Marsh emerged from the nursery into the clearing only to be met with several eyes looking at him. Kitewhisker, Owlgaze, Riversnap, and Skinknose were all staring eagerly at the tom. “Well?” Skinknose asked “How are they?” Marsh grinned at the group. “Doin’ amazin’!” He purred “Lil’ Lionkit an’ Marshkit, bless their hearts.” Kitewhisker let out an ‘aww’ and Owlgaze bounced excitedly. “When do we get to see them?” She asked fervently. Marsh shrugged. “Yer gonna have to ask Droserathorn ‘bout that one.” Owlgaze looked somewhat defeated, but Riversnap nudged her. “I’m sure it’ll be soon. Kits are usually ready to have visitors once they open their eyes, which won’t be long now.” She told her. The she-cat knew a lot about kits, mostly through experience. Owlgaze shivered with excitement. “I can’t wait to have my own kits!” She yelped “They’re such cute little fluffy bundles of love!” Marsh purred loudly. “They are very cute. It’s a joy to watch them grow up.” The tom seemed to spiral off into a memory. “Did you ever have any kits, Marsh?” Kitewhisker asked, pulling him back to earth. Marsh nodded. “A long time ago, I did, yea.” He sighed “I lost them a while back.” Kitewhisker frowned. “I’m so sorry.” She mewed sympathetically “I didn’t mean to bring up a sensitive topic.” Marsh shook his head and smiled sweetly at the deputy. “No worries, darlin’. It doesn’t bother me. Anyways, let’s not dwell on the past. There are two very adorable youngins just born!” Droserathorn resurfaced from the den, a broad smile on his face. “And they’re very healthy.” He reported “Maybe even ready for a few friends to come see ‘em.” He gave a sly smile to Owlgaze and Skinknose as he spoke. The two recognized his hints, looked at each other, and hurried to visit their new clanmates.
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Weaselstar and Kitewhisker had decided to lead a small patrol along the east border, an area that hadn’t been thoroughly explored yet. Riversnap had offered to come with them in case they needed back up, but Weaselstar firmly rejected her. If there was going to be trouble, he wanted the least amount of cats in trouble. Besides. He had nine lives. He would never let a cat waste their only life if he had nine of them. So far, though, there were only scents of an unfamiliar animal, but not of a cat. It smelled sort of like a snake mixed with water. The very thought of the possible beast terrified the leader and he would avoid it if he could help it. Unlike the pine forest of the northern border, the east border was mainly a network of rivers and small lakes, flowing over muddy marshland. Kitewhisker huffed as her paw got sucked into a hole of mud. She ripped her foot from the trap with a squelching sound, shaking off the droplets of mud that clung to her fur. “I can see why no one has wanted to explore this area.” She grumbled. Weaselstar’s whiskers twitched in amusement. “It’s just mud.” He examined the hole that was left by her paw “But we do need to warn cats to be careful in the pits. Someone could get stuck.” Kitewhisker nodded. “Definitely not ragular-patrol-route material.” She agreed. Weaselstar took a few steps forward. As they passed a bush on the solid ground, he stopped. The bush was growling at him. It wasn’t a menacing growl, just a rumble. He raised an eyebrow and moved closer. The growl grew louder. “That’s one angry bush.” Kitewhisker whispered to him “What do you think is in there?” The leader shrugged and lifted a paw to prod at the obvious hiding spot. His toes brushed one of the leaves and the bush shook violently. A cat burst out from it, swatting at Weaselstar. He stumbled back, eyes wide with shock. Before him, a heavily pregnant queen was hissing. Her fur was puffed out, making her seem even larger. “Get away from me!” She yowled, swiping at the tom. But he wasn’t afraid. He could tell the queen wouldn’t hurt him. Her voice sounded uncertain, and her eyes were full of fear of the cats. Kitewhisker pushed past Weaselstar, who was still taken aback by her lunge. “Hey, it’s okay.” She soothed “We won’t hurt you.” The queen’s fur flattened slightly, but she was still in a battle stance. “My name is Kitewhisker, and this is Weaselstar.” She introduced, waving her tail at the leader, who gave a little nod. The she-cat’s eyes softened, her ears straightened, and she started to stand up. “Y-You’re Clan cats?” She whispered. Kitewhisker nodded with a kind smile. “Yes, we are. We are from RavenClan.” She affirmed “What’s your name? Are you lost from your Clan?” The queen shook her head. “M-My name is Littlefawn.” She meowed “No, I’m not lost. I left it quite a long time ago. No place around here, though. I doubt you’ve ever heard of it.” Kitewhisker nodded at her swollen belly. “You’ve been traveling alone like that?” She asked, in awe. Littlefawn nodded. “Yes. My mate and I got separated after a bad storm. I’ve been trying to find him.” Kitewhisker walked up to her and supported the she-cat on her shoulder. “Well, you can’t just stay out here.” Littefawn blinked up at her thankfully. “It’s kind of you to care, but I don’t exactly have anywhere else to go.” She sighed. Kitewhisker smiled. “You do now, isn’t that right, Weaselstar?” She meowed, looking at the leader. “Uh-” He stammered, Kitewhisker cutting him off. “See, you’re welcome to stay in RavenClan. We have another queen that can help you get adjusted.” She offered. Littlefawn’s eyes widened and a smile started to form. “You would do that?” She gasped. The deputy nodded furiously. “Of course!” She purred “We always help cats who need it.” Littlefawn shuffled her white paws, caked in mud. “W-Well, it is quite cold out here at night. Plus, I’m tired of grooming the mud out of my fur.” Kitewhisker started to walk with her. “Well don’t you worry, Littlefawn, there’s no mud in our nursery.” She promised gently. Littlefawn started to purr as the deputy led her in the direction of the camp, leaving Weaselstar in their wake. The tom was about to object, but he closed his mouth and sighed. He rose to his paws and followed his deputy and the new RavenClan queen.
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It had been a few days since the kits had opened their eyes. They had been cleared by the shaman, so anyone was able to visit and play with the new additions as they pleased. Littlefawn had settled in nicely, and Droserathorn had checked her for any signs of illness or injury, which she passed. Now, the shaman was shoving the last bit of the morning’s herbs into their respective storage spots. Riversnap was laying in the middle of the den, watching him calmly as he finished their job. Droserathorn sighed and looked at the storage, satisfied with his work. He walked over to Riversnap and settled beside her. “Thanks for helping me.” He sighed “Sorry it took so long.” He looked up at the crack in the ceiling to see that the oranges of sunset had now turned into the dark blue of late night. The she-cat shrugged. “It’s alright.” She meowed “I usually don’t sleep much anyways.” He tilted his head. “Why’s that?” He asked, slightly concerned. She rolled her eyes. “Just stupid stuff, really. I have too much to think about. Plus, it’s kinda cold in the den.” She sighed. Droserathorn licked a paw and drew it over his ear. “You should talk to Weaselstar or Kitewhisker about finding warmer nesting materials.” Riversnap shook her head. “Its ok.” She meowed with a smile “Besides, if they did find better insulators, I would make them give it to the nursery first. Kits need more warmth than I do.” Droserathorn nodded. Riversnap had also been helping with the kits. She knew so much about them. It was truly amazing. One time, she was able to figure out why Lionkit wouldn’t feed, even though it had stumped Wrenpetal and Droserathorn. “How do you know so much about kits?” He asked, moving closer to her “Have you had them?” Riversnap blinked in surprise. “Me? Have kits?” She huffed with laughter “No, no, not yet. My sisters have, though. I helped them and many queens in my old group. Agaricthroat will tell you that I was more of a mother to half of the kits than the actual queens, but I don’t believe that. I just picked up little tricks from the past she-cats I helped.” Droserathorn twitched his whiskers in amusement. “I guess I’ll have to have you present at Littlefawn’s kitting, then, since you know so much.” Riversnap giggled. “I wouldn’t mind helping out if you need it.” The shaman nodded and there was a moment of silence before his companion opened her mouth again. “Okay, my turn.” She meowed, shifting her weight to find a more comfortable position closer to him. “I have a question for you. ONe that many cats have been wondering.” The shaman swallowed. “Oh bot, here we go.” He chuckled nervously, preparing himself for the worst. “Where in the guardian’s reign is your accent from?” She asked, giggling. Droserathorn shared in her laughter for a moment, shaking his head with a grin. “Right. I assume it’s because you have no clue what I’m saying.” He chuckled. Riversnap nodded and Droserathorn sighed, getting ready to give the answer. “My father raised my brother and I. OUr mother died when we were born, and we were the only family he had. Well, my father wasn’t exactly from around here. He would always tell us stories from his old home. He would describe the green hills and the cliffs and the way the sea would crash against the stones on the beach. But he was a kittypet and his owners had to leave their home. So they took my father away with them. He had to cross the sea and he said it was the longest journey he’s ever been on. Well, anyways, his accent was different than the cats around here. I guess my brother and I adopted the accent since he raised us and taught us everything. I try to cover it, since not many people can understand a word I say, but when I get mad, it just slips out.” He explained. Riversnap was listening with awe. “You’re dad was from across the sea? That’s so cool!” She gasped. Droserathorn nodded with a chuckle. “Yea. It was awesome to hear what it was like when he was younger. Hopefully, I’ll be able to tell them to my kits.” Riversnap purred. “I’m sure they’d love to hear them. Although, I have to admit, I didn’t peg you for the fatherly type.” The shaman shrugged. “I think if I find the right mate, it would be amazing to have a family.” He sighed longingly. “But anyways, that’s why everything I shout sounds like gibberish.” Riversnap giggled and was about to ask him something else, when a tom cleared his throat by the den’s entrance. Both cats turned their heads to see the intruder. Weaselstar stood there in the moonlight, a tired look on his face. “I hate to interrupt,” He meowed quietly “But both Riversnap and I have to go on the dawn patrol tomorrow. And I think it would go a lot smoother if we both got some sleep, don’t you agree?” Riversnap swallowed and nodded. “Goodnight, Droserathorn. See you tomorrow.” She meowed with a small smile. She dipped her head to Weaselstar and left to go to the warrior’s den. Once she left, Droserathorn stared at Weaselstar. The tom furrowed his brows. “What?” the leader asked. The shaman huffed and rolled his eyes, sulking away to the back room to his nest. Weaselstar shrugged and returned to his side of the building. He leaped up to his platform and curled up in his nest, closing his eyes and drifting to sleep
Patrol: Weaselstar, Riversnap, Agaricthroat, Owlgaze
Hunting: Kitewhisker, Owlgaze, Riversnap, Agaricthroat
Training: Kitewhisker teaches Cypresspaw stamina ; Agaricthroat becomes Spikepaw's mentor
Rank Changes: Littlefawn joins the clan ; Spikepaw joins the clan
Herb Collection: Droserathorn, Riversnap
Mates/Births: Littlefawn (2) ; Agaricthroat and Ghostspirit of ScarabClan become secret mates
Servings: x2 mice, x1 frog
Other:
Cats to find: haypelt ; goldfinch
- Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 44 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 30 m | F
Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 44 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿
Warriors:
➣ | Skinknose | 23 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 41 m | F
➣ | Agaricthroat | 38 m | M
➣ | Owlgaze | 20 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender
Apprentices:
➣ | Cypresspaw | 12 m | M
➣ | Spikepaw | 7 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender
Queens:
➣ | Wrenpetal | 36 m | F
➣ | Littlefawn | 30 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender
Kits:
➣ | Marshkit | 1 m | F
➣ | Lionkit | 1 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender
Elders:
➣ | Marsh | 129 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender
Borders
North | TwistedClan | spasticjazzhands
Northwest | SteamClan | Katrione
East | Clan Name | Username
South | ChaosClan | Kazin
West | Clan Name | Username
Medicine Store
Chervil | Used during kitting | x0
Cobwebs | Stops bleeding | x2
Marigold | Stops infection | x1
Dock Leaves | Heals scratches | x1
Beech Leaves| Used to carry other herbs | x1
Alder Bark | Heals toothaches | x1
Bindweed | Binds | x1
Birch Sap | Cures Yellowcough | x1
Blackberry Leaves | Eases bee stings | x1
Borage | Brings milk / helps fevers | x1
Broom | Can help wounds | Amount
Bright-Eye | Cures Coughs | x1
Burdock | Helps infections | x1
Burnet | Gives strength ; helps queens | x1
Catmint | Usage | x1
Catchweed | Usage | x1
Herb | Usage | Amount
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Mouse | x0| 1 servings
Frogs | x1 | 1 servings
Rats | x2 | 2 servings
Rabbits | x2 | 2 servings
Squirrels | x2 | 2 servings
Big Fish | x2 | 3 servings
Mentors:
Mentor | Apprentice | Hunting, Fishing, Battle, Agility, Stamina
Kitewhisker | Cypresspaw | hunting, battle, fishing, agility
Agaricthroat | Spikepaw |
Spirits:
Cat Name | Cause of Death | Place of Residence
Cat Name | Cause of Death | Place of Residence
Family:
Name and Name | Kits
Unknown and Wrenpetal | Marshkit , Lionkit
Unknown and Littlefawn| Kits
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