★ Create A Clan Fanclub V.3 ★

[peachycupcake525]

I don't know if Powderstar will be having kits. I have like no plans at all.

I don't read very many clans, but I have found myself seeking out Lostclan to read. Also when I'm working on my post I sometimes read whatever the most recent posts are.

[vampiress_fox]

i love reading clans with long, developed posts so I've found myself delving into leafclan, lostclan, frostclan, briarclan, groveclan and swallowclan, just to name a few off the tip of my mind.

also, does anyone plan on their leader to choose to not take on a mate and kits? i would honestly love for honeystar to find a mate and raise a litter of her own since there's a few toms in my clan i believe are well suited for her, but as much as she loves kits, i think she would feel it would drive a wedge into her responsibility as leader and having kits would distract her from leading the clan. she's a very maternal she-cat though and she knows it's a big sacrifice to give up the thought of raising a family, but believes it's the best for her clan. does anyone else have a leader like this?

if i have a female leader, i doubt that she will ever take a mate, but with a male leader it is a lot easier for them to take a mate and have kits because they do not do most of the raising of the kits.

[Triangular]

I have my first moonclan post back on 168 and I was wondering if someone could reply?
Thanks!

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@everyone who commented on my writing
herk
thank you so much
i'm glad you guys like tempestclan and i'm glad you like my writing!
quq

@question one
i personally love pineclan and lostclan!
they're both so interesting, and i love seeing them grow and progress as clans!

@question two
i initially intended tempeststar to never take a mate
mainly because the only thing he feels he needs is starclan?
however, now that i have brindle, i really love the dynamic between them
and feel like they would go together well

[deimido]

@I.C. - i'm glad you enjoy pineclan! it's always flattering to learn someone like my clan. ;o; (also would you like to take pineclan's southern border? :3c)

@kaden - i kinda wanted mintstar to have kittens for a while, but then i figured she actually be a bit intimidated by being a mother lol. she and duckfoot havent had much interaction as of late, but i'm planning to write for them a little more and have them drift apart until they realize they just dont feel the same towards each other as they used to.

...i just realized how alone mintstar is? i gotta give this cat some friends

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@deimos
oh, yes, i would! hue i forgot to say so
also poor mint
it's okay, though--she can always have tempest as a friend
*throws self in dumpster*
quq

[vampiress_fox]

i was looking at Jinxclan, and i realized something. I have two former medicine cats, as well as my own two. i wonder if i should start a hospital? lol

[deimido]

@I.C. - yeah definitely ! they should like meet up at the border sometime, every gathering just makes mintstar feel bad lmao

@vampiress_fox - same here actually! pineclan's got two former medcats as well as my own and his apprentice (which will get her full name in a few posts) at least my cats dont have to worry if more than one come back with a couple injuries haha

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@deimos
definitely! if he ever crossed her on patrol, he'd always be really friendly. not too much, because he does have his own clan's best interest in mind, but he's the kind of dude who would listen to you and share his own knowledge and is just empathetic
tbh he's too kind for his own good

[Heda]

sorry for the wait everyone! I was without the internet unexpectadly and couldn't post!
But before I go to work I would like to announce the winner! You all did very well and I enjoyed reading your stories on this little munchkin! Many of you made my day by the way c:

name: weaselstep age: twenty-nine moons gender: tom
favorite food: catnip, it's not quite a food but little wea
sel has quite the obsession with the plant and is constan
tly nibbling at it when he finds some.
biggest fear: birds. weaselstep just can't handle the idea
of being near a bird, whether it's dead or alive the small
tom is scared that it'll see him as lunch or a small snack b
efore dinner.
personality in a few words: the tom can be briefly describ
ed as a kindhearted, allocentric ex-kitty-pet who can be q
uite sarcastic when his height is mentioned.

yo▔▔▔▔
history: weaselstep, once prominently named weasel, was a soft, curious kittypet who had lived under the roof of an frail elderly woman since he was ready to leave his mother. he was shipped to the woman's home and has lived in her small neighborhood since then, and if it hadn't been for one fateful night the tom would've continued this lifestyle until his or the old woman's life was over. now to the real story, of how a kitty-pet became a clan cat....

the wind was howling softly as the sun lowered, casting an array of colors across the sky it'd sat in just a few hours earlier. a small home at the edge of a forest was well lit up, almost alike to that of a star on top of a christmas tree. inside of the home sat a little, old woman who cooed softly to a little tom-cat. the cat paraded itself around the room for the old lady, doing little tricks for a treat or even a rub under the chin. the lady smiling at her kitty, when she spared a glance away from her entertainment the woman spotted the time and gave a quiet gasp. "oh, weasel, it's almost bed time. she said lightly tapping the small cat's nose as he clawed at her legs. "we better let you go outside before bed!" she cooed, leading the cat toward the back door. she opened it slowly and let the small cat wiggle into the outside world as she stood in the doorframe awaiting his return unknowingly. the little tom bounced through the yard, his grass green eyes watching the tree as he neared it.

weasel slowly climbed the small tree that inhabited his owners small yard space. he lightly clawed his way up to the top of the tree, once he reached it he could see out over the little, old woman's house and see the rest of the block. there wasn't much in this neighborhood, a few houses all inhabited by old people with large forests surrounding them all. at the top of weasel's little tree, however, it seemed like their little community was but a tiny little village in the middle of nothing.

"weasel! time to come back in!" the woman called from her place in the doorway. weasel turned toward the door and gave a soft mew in reply.

only for a moment did the night air shift, and with it a hawk sprung from seemingly nowhere. eyes on the little creature sitting atop a small tree. within seconds the hawk's talons had gripped weasel and dragged him from the tree. weasel panicked, yowling as loud as his little lungs could. the old woman heard these yowls and went into her yard to find it void of her little weasel, as he was hanging in the talons of a predator flying over the surrounding forest.

it wasn't long after the cat had been snatched that it started to attack the hawk's claws, it's teeth digging into the bird. the hawk shrieked and released weasel letting the cat fall. weasel yowled and yowled as he dropped. he grew nearer and nearer to the ground when he heard a cat yelling from the depths of the forest.

"claw onto one of the trees!" the cat yelled at weasel, hopes high that the tom would listen and safely claw a tree. weasel stopped yowling, trying to clear his mind as he watched the trees grow bigger and bigger. he unsheathed his claws and hoped to all things good that what the other cat had called for him to do would work.

he felt himself dig into the tree, paws and claws in pain at such a sudden force being pushed upon them. weasel laughed softly, a smile dancing across his face as he glanced around the forest rooftop. he could spot another cat in a nearby tree. it's face lit with happiness.

"i'm glad you didn't die." the other cat purred to weasel. the persian cat slowly climbed down from it's perch in the tree, weasel watching it jump down the branches. weasel breathed slowly before beginning his descent down the tree as well.

at the bottom he was greeted by a small group of cats. there was the cat he'd spotted in the other tree, the one who'd most certainly saved his life. then there was another pair of cats who seemed to almost be opposite of one another, a pure white cat with stunning orange eyes and a smaller sized grey cat with the same orange eyes.

"i'm beeface, the white cat is snowmouse and the grey is pigeonpaw." the persian introduced quickly before moving close to weasel. beeface circled him once, looking him up and down, pawing at his flanks to see him wince ever so slightly. then she spoke again, "you just have some scratches, you'll live." she said more so to herself than to weasel. she turned back to the other cats then her eyes perplexed as she thought. "we'll need some cobwebs to stop the bleeding, and then we can give up a poppy seed to help with the pain." beeface stated, the other two cats nodded and hurried off knowing their tasks.

"w-what is happening?" beeface whipped around to face weasel upon hearing him speak. she gave a soft, reassuring smile as she sat across from him.

"you were grabbed by a predator, so i assume, and you've landed in clan territory. you're quite lucky we were in the surrounding area to hear you." she softly mewed. her soft brown eyes gliding over weasel's face. "i don't believe i caught your name." she quirked her head as the words left her maw.

"it's weasel, you-you don't by chance know where my home is?" weasel stuttered once more. the mentioning of his past life, or at the very least the one he'd lived a mere ten minutes ago, interested the she-cat who was sitting across from him.

"you're from the two-leg place aren't you, weasel." she chirped. she got to her paws and moved closer to weasel, beeface was almost a breath away from him now. she looked him dead in the eye and spoke slowly. "it's to late in the night to get there, it's many tree-lengths towards the sun-set." she dipped her head in the direction where the sun had now disappeared.

it was a few seconds later that the two other cats had returned with the cobwebs and a poppyseed. beeface quietly applied the cobwebs as weasel chewed on the poppyseed. the other two cats, snowmouse and pigeonpaw, quietly talked to one-another. when beeface finished she gave a soft nod to the two cats and they began stalking back off toward the direction they'd disappeared in earlier.

"come with us weasel, you can stay in camp for the night and snowmouse can lead you home tomorrow." beeface reassured leading weasel to her home.

weasel's mind raced, he felt exhilarated but at the same time his felt exhausted. it felt like he'd entered a dream that he didn't want to leave for a long while. he trotted closely to the she-cat named beeface. "beeface," he shyly said. the she-cat turned an ear toward him giving a small purr. "c-could i, maybe, just stay here? in your 'clan'?"

beeface turned to face him and gave a soft smile, "welcome to the clan, weaselstep." she toyed with the suffix, -step just seemed to fit the small cat who looked and moved like a weasel.

the original

I really loved this and it was so hard to pick but I just loved this little story, it was too cute. It is kind of how I saw this character.

take care of him Seuss! I will be reading to see how his journey goes <3