★ Create A Clan Fanclub V.3 ★

[requiem,]

@justice

i could take one! do you have any cats around 20 moons?

[miss universe]

@hazil

OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAAAA MY SWEET SLYTHERIN BOI

[Simonpet]

@justice: I can take any cats younger than 35 moons but older than 7 moons. Preferably a warrior of any gender.

[tauriel.]

@justice
I could take one, if possible. I'd prefer the cat to be a warrior to be between 20-40 moons. Either gender is okay.

[Ember!]

@Justice
I can take anyone really, no particular age range or gender. You dont even have to give me any, but if you just have any cats that you still kind of like, but never got around to actually using, I could take them and try to give them a nice and happy or horribly tragic life

@hazilnut
:D Snowpaw looks absolutely dashing in his tie!

[hazilnut]

@miss @ember

Ahh thank you! He was fun to do so I'm glad you like!

@justice

I don't think I'll take anyone, but good luck finding those who will! The cats shall live on! <3

[Dinolil1]

Congratulations Heda & Zephryine!
You two deserved it,


CRIKEY. MY TUMBLECLAN POST IS LOOKING LIKE RUBBISH IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.

[Katrione]

I decided to give Echoclan a break before dumping them back into chaos

[Dinolil1]

How can I improve this bundle of rubbish:

Sagestar sat crouched over Russetleaf’s body. Eyes misty with tears, the pale grey leader bid her farewell. They’d wordlessly decorated her vivid red fur with petals and laid her to rest in a shallow grave. It was not home but it’d have to do. ‘’S-she was so wise…Tumbleclan will miss her.’’ The grey leader announced, turning to each of his clan-mates in turn. There was no argument, no disagreement. His words echoed true and silently Tumbleclan mourned the loss of their noble medicine cat, their noble falsely accused medicine cat.
Gingerly, Swanfoot approached Sagestar. He was still nursing his grief but that’d be no problem for her. ‘’I’m sorry, Sagestar.’’ She murmured, nuzzling him soothingly. ‘’It’s not your fault.’’ Sagestar replied, leaning on her for comfort. ‘’But it’s such a shock…I still can’t believe it.’’ He admitted. ‘’If you want we can go on a walk, I find that the best way to lift ones spirits.’’ Swanfoot suggested, smiling sympathetically. ‘’I don’t think it’ll help but what’s the harm in trying?’’ Sagestar murmured, getting to his paws. ‘’Thank you, Swanfoot.’’ The deputy did not reply, guiding her leader out of camp with the tip of her tail. Her plans were coming together nicely, soon she’d be able to knock Tumbleclan back into shape. Paws treading the dewy grass, Swanfoot approached a distant thunderpath. It was silent, no monsters were roaring down it’s grey path. ‘’Why are we here, Swanfoot?’’ A bewildered Sagestar murmured. This was a dangerous place, what she doing leading him along here? ‘’Oh, we’re exploring.’’ She replied, stepping out onto the grey tarmac. Sagestar frowned, far more cautious than his comrade. ‘’This doesn’t seem safe, Swanfoot…I think we should go back..’’ He warned, joining Swanfoot by her side. Swanfoot turned to look at the distance, uncaring of Sagestar’s wise worries. ‘’No…only I’ll go back, darling…you just rest here.’’ She replied, seconds before striking at the oblivious Sagestar. Her bloodied claws swiped across his throat, leaving the pale grey tom gagging on the thunderpath. With a twinkle of her malicious eyes, Swanfoot sneered at Sagestar. ‘’Rest in peace, my darling.’’ She then disappeared into the undergrowth, certain that she’d done the malicious deed and that was the end of it.
Wincing in pain, Sagestar felt his lives slipping away like fish in a river. The wound was far too deep for even the mighty Starclan to mend. In his last moments of weakness, he spotted a monster roaring towards him, it’s great big black paws thundering over the grey stone. Bracing himself for impact, Sagestar squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the last shreds of his life to be ripped away from him. He did not know what awaited him if he passed onto the great unknown but Sagestar waited quietly for death to greet him. The monster thundered over him, snapping his legs like twigs but stopped. The roars silenced. This is death, isn’t it? Sagestar thought, daring himself to open his eyes. Two furless hands were looming over him, reaching for the grey tom. Hissing feebly, Sagestar glowered bravely at the twoleg, he wasn’t going to end up like a mangy kittypet! But the struggle was in vain, the strange creature bundled him up and took him away in the growling belly of the monster. ‘’What’s going on?’’ He muttered under his breath, looking around fearfully as the twoleg brushed his long and matted pelt. He was terrified, his deputy had tried to kill him and now he was being taken far away, away from his clan which would no doubt be lost to the traitor. ‘’Swanfoot…why?’’ he moaned weakly, shaking his head. No matter how much he tried to deny her treachery, it was no doubt that it’d been her claws that’d struck him down. The look in her eyes were not the look of a loyal warrior but of a greedy traitor, determined to do whatever it took to become deputy. Craning his neck, Sagestar stared up at the murmuring twoleg. They did not seem dangerous but nevertheless Sagestar could not bring himself to wholly trust the strange murmuring creature that rode in the bellies of monsters.

Swanning into camp, head bowed in fake grief, Swanfoot padded towards the center of camp. Cats milled idly around, obviously still shaken by the loss of Russetleaf. ‘’Cats of Tumbleclan, gather around!’’ she cried, watching them stir from their blank looks. ‘’I bring grave news…Sagestar is dead!’’ Yowls of horror met her words, all around her cats were denying the news of their leader’s untimely demise. ‘’What happened, Swanfoot?’’ inquired an accursatory Foxtail. The ginger warrior had always been wary of Swanfoot and the fact that Sagestar had just vanished into thin air was simply not possible. ‘’He died on the thunderpath, I believe he was feeling far too stressed…’’ Swanfoot murmured, trembling with despair. ‘’A-and this horrible monster t-took him away!’’ She exclaimed, all too easily weaselling herself into the hearts of gullible warriors. ‘’I’m sorry, I am to take on the mantle of leader and not only that but we’ve got some over due apprentices…’’ Quietly all the tearful stares turned slowly to Bramblekit, Rookkit and Willowkit, whom cowered besides their mother. None of them wanted to be apprentices so soon after their leader had died, it just didn’t seem very respectful to move on ridiculously quickly. Their ceremony was quick, a rushed through muttering of new names and new mentors, but the three of them did not mind, far too confused to so much question the lack of cheering. ‘’Not only that, but we must choose another deputy.’’ Swanfoot searched the bustling crowds, but she knew who was to be her deputy already. ‘’May the mighty and wise Sagestar hear my words and approve of my choice…the deputy is to be Smokefur, we all know of her loyalty and devotion to the well-being of our clan.’’ The pale grey tabby smirked, and stared proudly at Swanfoot. She knew she deserved it and was glad that Swanfoot could see it. ‘’This meeting is now adjorned, please return by sunfall for Sagestar’s ceremony.’’
Fur bristling with indignation as every single warrior he met said that he were shaping up to be a great warrior, Volepaw ranted to his friends about this. ‘’They have the nerve to call me a warrior when all I want is to be a healer!’’ The dark brown apprentice did not notice the surprised glances that Magpiepaw and Palepaw shared and continued to yell loudly. ‘’Well, we just don’t have a healer so…’’ Magpiepaw reasoned, watching Volepaw pacing to and fro. ‘’So what!?’’ Volepaw snapped, causing the two of them to flinch. Neither had seen Volepaw so wound up, especially not like this. ‘’Young Volepaw…If you want I could help?’’ Mudwhisker offered, striding up to the small trio.

- into something like what Krazy, Art, Kat & Hazil write? Mostly Hazil as I'm looking to go a bit evil.

[Katrione]

@Dino

I think it sounds perfect. Does Sage die or does the twoleg save him??