Rookie Cookie wrote:[LambClan eats 3 servings]
[Whiterose, Luckyfur, Sablewhisper, Lambstar, and Flurrytuft fight off a dog that was in their territory]
[Bea becomes Maizeflower and joins the Clan as LambClan's Queen!]
[Maizeflower goes into labor]
[Sablewhisper and Mistyleaf hunt]
[Lambstar asks Moonpool for a "knowledgeable warrior"]
[Fadedsong looks for more herbs]
I'm Joy wrote:What have I missed?
.Firefly wrote:falconstar padded out of the cave to get a drink at the creek before she headed out. she had informed canyoncry of where she was going, just in case something happened. tumbleweed had told her the day before that he was planning to ask canyoncry to be his mate. of course, the aridclan leader had encouraged him, even given him pointers. although she would have liked to be there to see the joy on their faces, falconstar knew that she shouldn't. besides, the fresh-kill pile was in dire need of stocking, so she may as well go hunt. she finished drinking just as she heard the faint murmuring of tumbleweed's voice. falconstar turned and headed for the hunting grounds in the trees near the prarieclan border.
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tumbleweed sat up in his nest and blinked away the sleep. his eyes fell upon canyoncry, the beautiful she-cat who had joined their clan about a moon ago. the two of them had become quite close over that period of time, yet he wasn't sure whether her feelings for him were just that of a close friend or that of a lover. he stood and made his way over to her. canyoncry looked up from her grooming and met his gaze. "good morning, tumbleweed. falconstar left to go hunting at sunrise, if you're looking for her" she informed him gesturing to the cave entrance with a flick of her tail. "that's alright, I'm not looking for her" he responded. "canyoncry...would you like to take a walk with me?" tumbleweed asked, nearly chocking on the nervousness swelling up inside him. "sure" he smiled at her and they walked out of the cave together. tumbleweed began strolling towards the desert, walking at a leisurely pace. "I've been meaning to ask you something. canyoncry, will you be my mate?" he jumped as the she-cat beside him shrieked. what have I done? he wondered, imagining the worst. "of course I'll be your mate! I've never wanted anything more!" tumbleweed's brown eyes widened in shock and a surprised, yet pleased, purr escaped his throat.
[falconstar went hunting]
[tumbleweed and canyoncry become mates]
gummyfox12364 wrote:[center][OakRiver and OlivePaw are welcomed to the clan]
[TwigPaw and ThistlePaw take their medicine cat/warrior assements, if they succeed they will be called ThistleFang and TwigHeart]
[BumbleTail becomes OlivePaw's mentor]
[Apprentices + mentors go out training]
[BumbleTail, HollyStar, OlivePaw, HareLeap, ThistlePaw, and BrackenGaze go hunting + patroling]
[FlickeringFlame and TwigPaw go herb hunting, Along with OakRiver]
[BumbleTail and DawnTail become mates, no babies]
[FloodClan eats a thrush and half of a big fish]
cujo. wrote:the kit let out a tiny weak hiss as he scrambled backwards further under the bush, staring at her with terrified kitten-blue eyes. his ginger and white pelt was fluffed up, but mudstar didn't miss how thin he was. he couldn't be any more than a moon old. blinking slowly, she let out a quiet purr, settling down with her paws underneath her a short distance away from the bush. "it's okay," she murmured, trying to recall how hazelleaf had calmed swanclaw not too long ago, when the queen had stumbled quite literally into their path, hissing and spitting with claws unsheathed. they'd know exactly how to coax the kit from his hiding place. "i'm not going to hurt you. i promise, little 'un."
the kit didn't move.
"my friend, hazelleaf, they use plants and stuff to help cats who are sick or hurt," she said, trying to remember how her dam had talked to her and her littermates during storms and after nightmares; dulcet tones that had soothed them back to sleep. "there's this plant catnip, or catmint, they can use to cure coughs," she rambled. about the plants hazelleaf had taught her about so far, and how she and they had met, how they had met a new friend a short while ago who'd soon be having kits. slowly, as she babbled, the kit inched his way out from under the bush. he watched her from a long while with curious, tired eyes. she was halfway through telling the story of swanclaw and hazelleaf had argued like littermates over the best nest materials, when he stumbled over to her and curled into her side, purring so quietly she could barely hear him; heart jumping in her chest at how cold the poor little mite was.
"wou-" the words caught her throat and she forced herself to gulp down a breath or two. "would you like to meet them? my friends?" the kit purred a tiny bit louder in response, curling in closer. "okay," she said, deciding it was about as good a yes as she was going to get. "i'm gonna need to carry you, is that okay?" the kit merely shifted another bit closer in lieu of an answer. "okay," she murmured, blinking down at the tiny bundle of fur. "okay."
the walk home seemed excruciatingly long, the kitten far, far too light between her jaws for comfort.
hazelleaf greeted her as she walked into camp with an aborted happy trill when they caught sight of the lump of ginger and white she was carrying, rushing across the camp to meet her with worried eyes. "is that? wherever did you find such a small kit? where's their mother?"
gently, gently, settling the sleeping kit on the grass, she shook her head. "he was all alone. any other cat scent was three days old."
"three days," hazelleaf echoed heavily. they shook their head as they tore their eyes away from him to meet hers. "right. first things first, we need to get him warmed up, swanclaw'll probably take him."
"where is she?"
hazelleaf grimaced. "sleeping."
mudstar swore.
the birthing den was small and warm, and in the haunt swanclaw had claimed for herself, the queen was curled into a ball.
mudstar glanced between the queen and hazelleaf, who had picked up the kit and was staring back at her impassively. the thing they'd learned quickest from swanclaw was absolutely do not disturb a pregnant queen who had issues falling alseep's sleep if you valued your pelt unmarred except in the most dire of emergencies. taking a deep breath, she took a step closer. this counted as a dire emergency, she was sure. "swanclaw?"
a nicked white ear flickered irritably in response. "i got kits using me insides as mossballs," the owner of it hissed. "what do you want?"
"we've got that dire emergency you mentioned."
the stocky white cat unfurled herself, scowling at them with one green eye and one blue eye, before she caught sight of the kitten. "so, that's where you were all night," she mused in her drawl. "hazelleaf was just about to drag me out searching."
"was not," they mumbled around a mouthful of sleeping kitten.
"absolutely were," swanclaw snorted. "here, let me see 'im."
hazelleaf padded further into the den, putting the kitten down by swanclaw's side. the kit didn't wake, sniffling quietly as he tucked himself against the queen's long fur. she purred as she leaned down to lick his head, murmuring too lowly to him for them to hear.
"will you take him, then?" mudstar asked lowly.
swanclaw glowered up at her sleepily. "don't be daft, it's unbecoming. of course i'll take him."
mudstar let out a relieved sigh.
"he got a name?"
"rosekit," she said after a moment.mudstar hunts
hazelleaf looks for herbs
mudstar patrols
Chamrosh wrote:red sky at night
xxxxThe sun collapsed from the sky, bleeding out as its injuries lead it to fall.
xxxxOr, at least, that was how it looked to Camberfoot.
xxxxHalf the sky was filled crimson with the blood from the sun’s wounds. The sun was truly blessed by Starclan. Goodness knows how many times Camberfoot had seen the sun die – and violently, too – and yet she always rose again in the morning. The sun must have had far more than nine lives. Camberfoot couldn’t help but wonder how.
xxxxHow did the sun earn so many lives? And what beast thought it could keep slaying the sun? Why was it doing that? What did it look like, smell like, sound like?
xxxxWhatever the answers, it was beautiful. Beautiful, yet tragic. To see the source of warmth bleeding out… it was such a beautiful colour too, even if it were morbid to acknowledge that…
xxxx"Pssst!”
xxxxCamberfoot’s eyes snapped down from the sky. Not only had he nearly been about to walk into a boulder, but the patrol was far ahead of him by this point. Bugleclaw had turned and hissed at him once it was clear he wasn’t catching up. Camberfoot curled up a bit on himself, a guilty expression on his face, and just before he bounded to keep up- he caught sight of the other reason his attention was being called for. There, a short way ahead of his father and the other older warriors, was a tabby molly.
xxxxShe was curled up, grooming her front legs, in a sunny break in the shade of the trees, seemingly entirely oblivious to the patrol approaching her.
xxxxMartinwhisker went ahead, by not more than a few strides.
xxxxJust before he opened his mouth to speak, the molly turned her head instead, and spoke in an accent not that different to Moraine’s own. “Hell-o. I thought I smelt clan cats here. I was hoping I’d get to look a bit more presentable before announcing myself, but I suppose that’s just how things go sometimes. If you’ve got decent nests and cute guys my age, I am uuuup for staying here. And I am sure the cute guys would be up for that too-" Did she just wink at him? Camberfoot was sure that was a wink.
xxxxCamberfoot leaned across to his father without thinking, and muttered: “I think she’s a second Merlindash.”
xxxxApparently he spoke louder than he thought he had.
xxxx"She? NOPE! Not today. And I’m Umbrap-…. Umbraheart! Yup, Umbraheart-"
xxxx"What do you mean not today, Umbrapaw?” Shellcloud asked.
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xxxxCicelynose couldn’t help thinking she wasn’t the best choice for a hunting patrol. She didn’t like thinking that. She hated admitting there were things she couldn’t do. If there was one thing she knew she couldn’t do at all, couldn’t others argue there were more things that applied to, too? Couldn’t she be stripped of her warrior duties and retired now?
xxxxBut apparently, she wasn’t the only member of the hunting patrol that applied to.
xxxxWhile Cicelynose couldn’t see where the fish were, Vendacethroat couldn’t keep his fidgeting bottom still long enough to let the fish come near him. Cicelynose could tell. While Cicelynose kept splashing her paws into the water, and catching a few shrimps – which she had decided was fine for her to just eat on the spot, it wasn’t like she’d be able to get them back to camp – she kept feeling the patterns of sunlight changing on her side, as he shifted position. She kept hearing Troutclaw snickering from a short way downstream.
xxxxCicelynose’s paws connected with a snail, which she brought up to the service. She twitched her nose, before laying it on the rock in front of her and pushing her weight down on it to snap open the shell. It wasn’t anyweirder than any of the water bugs she’d eaten already.
xxxxThough she could feel the look that Vendacethroat was giving her.
xxxx"What in Silverpelt are you doing, Cicelynose?”
xxxxCicelynose’s ears twitched over to where Vendacethroat’s voice was at that moment.
xxxx"What are you doing? You’re scaring all the fish away, and you actually have a chance of catching something good.”
xxxx"I think there’s more fish further down, and I want to see them. I want to fish where the best fish are, so I can catch them.”
xxxx"Nah, be glad we’re not there. You’d scare them off and the whole clan would go hungry, just because of your fidgeting fat butt and big mouth.”
xxxxVendacethroat made a strange noise, like he was being strangled for a moment, and Cicelynose turned her head towards him in confusion, before she heard the laughter. It wasn’t loud, just a quiet chuckle. “No wonder Heronstar wanted Ploverstripe to accompany you leaving the nursery. You could start a war with a mouse with words like that.”
xxxxCicelynose smiled. “Yup. Would do, too.”
xxxxVendacethroat’s chuckling got louder.
xxxx"I like yo- THAT, THAT I MEANT THAT!” Cicelynose started to laugh too. “I did, okay? I… I – "
xxxx"In the hypothetical situation that I liked you too – which I don’t, you’ve got a fat butt – can you imagine the chaos our kits would cause?”
xxxx"Chaotic kits are the best kits.” Vendacethroat was very glad for her smooth save, and he was sure it showed in his tone.
xxxx"Chaotic kits would almost make up for your fat butt.”
xxxx"I think they’d compliment your silver tongue beautifully.”
xxxxCicelynose snickered. “Surely nothing bad could happen because of them and their chaos.”
xxxxVendacethroat laughed again. “Nothing at all.”
shepherds delight
xxxx"Look, I’m taller than you!” Knawelkit declared, stretching up to her highest height, above Witkit. Witkit stretched too, failing to reach as high as her sister had. Their heads barely grazed the lines of sunlight in the mid autumn light, where they painted a pale yellow on the walls of the nursery.
xxxx"Ha, told you!”
xxxx"You’re only taller by an ant’s height, that doesn’t count!”
xxxxKnawelkit puffed out her cream-coloured chest. “Does too. I’m gonna be a much better warrior. I’m bigger, I’m taller, I’m stronger, and I’m olde-"
xxxx"No you’re not! I’m bigger!” Witkit said, puffing her fur out as far as she could. “And you’re only older by a little tiny bit, that doesn’t count!”
xxxx"Does too!” Knawelkit pressed one paw on her sibling’s head, pushing down to raise herself up higher in turn. “Look at that! I’m gonna be brilliant.”
xxxxWitkit huffed, rolling her eyes. “You can claim you’re bigger if you stop acting like you’re older than me.”
xxxxKnawelkit giggled openly, but not so loudly as to wake any of the queens. She knew none of them would want to be woken so early, and that none of them would approve of her picking on Witkit. “Why would I agree to that? I am older than you, and everyone knows it, and it’s not like you can stop me.”
xxxxWitkit pulled possibly the largest pout that the nursery had seen to date, and Knawelkit’s giggling only grew louder.
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xxxx"Oooh, I’ve not been in the nursery yet, what’s that like in there?” Umbrapaw asked Ringpaw, who was serving as his guide around camp.
xxxxHeronstar had seen it as appropriate for another apprentice to show the newcomer around camp; she’d thought it might be easier for Umbrapaw to relate without seemingly having to prove himself (though Ringpaw was somewhat unsure on whether that had worked at all). She’d also thought that it might be easier for Umbrapaw to explain about his pronouns and such with someone his own age, as none of the cats really… were sure they understood. Heronstar and Chubtail – and all the other senior warriors – had confirmed they were happy to use whatever pronouns Umbrapaw was asking but… they changed? Because their gender changed? Most of the younger warriors had been entirely unaware that gender even was a thing – Ringpaw and his siblings included in that – and the explanation had been confusing anyway.
xxxx"I’m not sure the queens will appreciate you going in if they don’t know y-"
xxxxRingpaw’s objection was too late, Umbrapaw had already bounded into the nursery. Ringpaw hurried furiously after.
xxxx"I AM UMBRAPAW THE FABULOUS!”
xxxxKnawelkit giggled. Witkit looked up with a baffled expression on her face. The queens’ expressions ranged from matching Witkit to complete hostility.
xxxx"Umbrapaw!”
xxxxAnd Umbrapaw ignored him entirely. How did he sense this was going to become a trend.
xxxx"Mum, who’s she, and what in S-" Knawelkit began to ask the other queens – having picked up already that her mother was not the right cat to ask when she was confused.
xxxx"Nuh, uh, he, this mortal shell may have you convinced of-" / “Umbrapaw!” / “-me being female, but, alas, not today!” / "Umbrapaw!”
xxxxAn attentive cat might have seen the youngest clan member’s eyes widen just slightly as that was said, but, alas, only one did…
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xxxx"Firepath, Merlindash, we had a… proposition.” Sparrowfoot asked the two toms, as they returned from their patrol, coming back to camp.
xxxxLangoustinefang stood by her side, pressed tight into her, and perhaps that should have been enough warning to the two toms about what was coming, but-
xxxx"What sort of proposition..?” Firepath asked hesitantly, bracing himself for whatever insanity Vendacethroat and his sister had somehow dragged Sparrowfoot into. He knew well enough that the mollies were mates by now, but Sparrowfoot was far too – wait.
xxxxHe knew he’d follow Merlindash’s bragging if it came to it now. Which meant… If he were the serious one in their relationship and he knew he’d get dragged into the nonsense when it happened, didn’t it stand to reason that Sparrowfoot would let herself be dragged in, too?
xxxx"We thought… we could have kits for each other? We thought you might want kits, too.”
xxxxLangoustinefang nodded, following up her mate’s words. “I asked Heronstar already, and she said it’d be fine for Moraine to fill in the last few moons of Ringpaw’s training. She thought Moraine should get some opportunity to do training without having to feel responsible for everything, and so you don’t have to worry about that.”
xxxxMerlindash looked across at his mate. “The one thing I’d expect you to be better at than me, other than being handsome, of course, is being a dad.”
xxxxFirepath pulled a sceptical look at his mate. “I’m up for it, if you’re sure you can stand to be worse than someone else at something.”
xxxx"It’s only one thing out of goodness knows how many.” Merlindash smiled, before Firepath rubbed hard into his side.
xxxx"You two are sickening. You’d better not set that example to the kits.”
red sky at morning
xxxxPearstone wished his mate could be out to see today properly, but she couldn’t. Her kits were due any day now, and Harrierpelt made it very clear that she shouldn’t be walking anywhere where she couldn’t return to the nursery at very short notice, should she need to.
xxxxAt second best, he’d wished that he could stay in camp with his mate. Heronstar had told him clans still need to collect food, and that he was an experienced warrior. That if he went early enough to hunt (as he had) then they wouldn’t face any issues returning in time.
xxxxSo her he was, leading his hunting patrol down to the stream on the far eastern border, next to Lambclan’s territory. Luckily, he’d opted for a section of stream far from where Myrtleclaw had last been sighted, but that was largely a happy coincidence.
xxxxAs the patrol hunted their fish, Pearstone happened to look up to the Eastern horizon. He could see the first rays of the sunlight over the more distant hills, a tiny golden corona over pure black, the sky painted with broad swashes of orange and red, with a dusting of thin wispy clouds in perfect parallel lines above.
xxxxIt was gorgeous.
xxxxPearstone had always preferred sunrise to sunset, and this was precisely why.
xxxxIt was beautiful.
xxxxHe just wished that Moraine could see it.
xxxxBut then – maybe she could? If she had woken early herself, what would stop her finding a spot where she could look out from camp to the painted sky? He hoped so. To miss out on it, and the crisp wind it brought from the west would be a grave pity.
shepherds’ warning
xxxxAs much as Zinniapaw didn’t want to admit it, she was still jealous of her brother. The best case scenario for her dream was that the clan expanded enormously soon, and that Heronstar demanded another medicine cat then, and picked her. But so much could go wrong!
xxxxZinniapaw lay curled up in her nest in the warriors’ den, where she’d taken to spending a lot of her spare time, not wanting to face her other siblings and her failure. Starclan, she was useless. Why did she even stay here? They all knew she was a failure.
xxxxThe one thing she’d wanted to do since she was old enough to understand, and the one cat who could have allowed her to do it… she’d been rejected from what was most meaningful to her, and there was no way to get that back. She’d done everything she was aware she could to give herself a better chance.
xxxxAnd she could feel it in her siblings’ eyes. That pity.
xxxxThey knew! They knew she was worthless, that she didn’t deserve to even – to even stay there! They knew she’d forever be behind them as a warrior and less skilled than them. They knew all the effort of her kithood was useless and had been set aside for a fate she didn’t want.
xxxxZinniapaw buried her head in the nesting, shaking through heavy breathing against it.
xxxxShe didn’t notice the sound of pawsteps. The first she knew of their owner, was the comforting weight of their head against her shoulder, and it was hard to resist leaning back into that, and into the comforting words she was sure would come next.
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xxxxThunder crashed outside the old two leg nest, and Moraine lay still in her nest, head lolled back, with three other queens around her, as well as Harrierpelt and Teaselpaw close by.
xxxxThe Thunder was not improving her nerves about what was coming.
[ Umbrapaw joins Gustclan ]
[ Vendacethroat and Cicelynose become mates ]
[ Vendacethroat and Cicelynose try for kits ]
[ Sparrowfoot and Langoustinefang decide to surrogate for Firepath and Merlindash ]
(I am happy for you to select whatever combinations of parentage that you want to, bearing in mind that you can entirely avoid having to look up for torties if you want to…)
[ Lobeliafur and Osierfang are in their third moon of gestation ]
[ Moraine is in her fourth moon of gestation ]
[ Chubtail, Boulderdash, Mosquitowhisker, Pheasantcloud, Ospreystorm, and Garganeywhisker go hunting ]
[ Argusheart, Pearstone, Firepath, Merlindash, Lionfish, and Saffronstream go hunting ]
[ Heronstar, Shellcloud, Bugleclaw and Clarystorm go on a patrol ]
[ Martinwhisker, Camberfoot, and Noctulepath go on a patrol ]
[ Umbrapaw is apprenticed to Tabitha ]
[ Ringpaw and Langoustinefang, Dipperpaw and Droseratail, and Squirrelpaw and Ploverstripe train ]
[ Zinniapaw and Knotfish train ]
[ Minnowpaw and Adoniscloud train ]
[ Teaselpaw and Harrierpelt train ]
[ Umbrapaw and Tabitha train ]
[ Nettleflower stays in camp to mind the kits – Witkit and Knawelkit ]
[ Moraine stays in camp to mind the kits - ]
[ Harrierpelt and Teaselpaw return to camp to mind Lobeliafur and Osierfang’s kittings ]
[ Sparrowfoot, Osierfang, Lobeliafur, Vendacethroat, Cicelynose, Barnfish, Lobsterclaw, Troutclaw, Aspenfoot, and Narwhal stay in camp ]
[ Gustclan consume 2 big fish and 1 rabbit – 8 portions ]
Storm Rose wrote:[Hopefully I do this right!]
The cats of Dawnclan live on a large moor with streaked with rivers. The camp is settled deep within a patch of gorse and rambled. The north border is protected by a marshy swamp which can provide frogs. To the eastern border is a dense forest that provides birds and squirrels. The West is protected by cold mountains that provide no prey. The South is claimed by a large and lazy river. This river provides fish anytime but Leaf-bare when it freezes.
Cats belonging to Dawnclan tend to be small and quick, using their long legs to propel them across the moor and through rivers. Their waxy fur and layer of fat from fish allows them to swim the cold rivers without freezing. They are usually a calm bunch of cats but will not hesitate to claw and bite their way to victory if they ever need to. They are always willing to let another join their clan.
Dawnclan cats are trained in swimming, hunting, climbing, fighting, and running. Each are important for different reasons. Swimming is to be able to travel the territory, though there are alternative ways to get over. Hunting and fighting are needed to help the clan grow and survive. Climbing is used to scout ahead for enemies and prey. Running is needed to travel the territory quickly and efficiently.
[WhirlShine is welcomed to the clans]
[FloodClan doesn't eat for a moon]
[HollyStar, WhirlShine, OakRiver, BumbleTail, OlivePaw, and HareLeap all go hunting + Patroling]
[TwigHeart goes with FlickeringFlame to get herbs, ThistleFang comes with them]
[After herb hunting, TwigHeart and ThistleFang go on a walk and become forbidden mates, no kittens]
[BrackenBreeze and ThistleFang go hunting and patrolling by themselves]
[OlivePaw goes out and trains]
Ally Clans:
GorseClan | JulieMew1010
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
Fennel | x1 |
Catmint | x3 |
Cobwebs | x3 |
Borage leaves | x2 |
Mint | x1 |
Ragwort | x1
Stick | x1 |
CatchWeed | x1 |
Willow Bark | x1 |
BindWeed | x1 |
BlackBerry leaves| x1 |
Herb | x0 |
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Mouse | x0 | 0 servings
Frog | x0 | 0 servings
Small Fish | x3 | 6 servings
Thrush | x2 | 6 servings
Big Fish | x0.25 | 1 servings
Hare | x2 | 6 servings
Total servings | 19 servings
Mentors:
BumbleTail | OlivePaw | 1 | Hunting
Name | Apprentice }| No. of training sessions | Moves
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Deceased Cats:
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
BeetleNose and HareStar | TwigPaw (Note; HareStar is a foster father to twig) TroutKit, HoneyKit, and BurntKit
DawnTail and BumbleTail | MorningKit and OakKit (Morning and Oak is Bumble's foster kits)
TwigHeart and ThistleFang | Kits
Name and Name | Kits
Notes (For self);
send out more hunting patrols, please
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