

Number of Cats: 2 Tom Cats | 1 She-Cat
Next Moon-Pool visit Now {November 23rd}
Nearly a week had past since Reefstar was given his nine lives, and as he glanced at the barely filled fresh-kill pile, he beckoned to Storm with his tail. As the wiry tom approached him, muscles rolling underneath his pelt, the black tom cat blinked at him and cleared his throat. "I'm staying here with Conch, I need you to go out hunting." He held up his tail when Storm began to protest, and continued. "When you get back, and when Brightstream returns from gathering herbs, I will leave and cross the twoleg bridge and find loners or kittypets that might hold promise for our clan. There aren't many mouths to feed right now, but when Conch's kits come, I suspect we will need the extra sets of claws."
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For a moment, Storm considered disobeying the arrogant tom. You can hunt, can't you? He thought bitterly, though he bit his tongue and nodded. On his way out of camp, he headed to the sandy shores and began stalking, his long tail waving like a feathery banner behind him. Underneath the scorching sun, he felt his insomnia's affects more deeply than he had before; being the only hunter in the clan- aside from when Reefstar wasn't catsitting- and not being able to sleep stabbed at his paw steps. Before, he had only needed to hunt for himself and Amy- no, Brookstream now- and one kill sufficed for them. But providing for a pregnant- and rather moody- she-cat, Brookstream, himself, and Reefstar was hard. He had considered speaking to Brookstream, after all she was the only cat he knew in Reefclan, and she was the medicine cat. But even when the two had been mates, Storm never told her of the nightmares that haunted him everytime he closed his eyes. It was better to stay awake, than risk the torment. Stumbling, he felt his paws touch the cool ocean water, waves lapping at the fur on his legs. He purred, gazing out at the endless water with admiration in his gaze.
"Storm?" A quiet meow came from behind him, filling his ears with a gentle melody.
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Brookstream gazed longingly at her old mate, guilt surging through her like a tsunami tide. Still, she tentatively called his name, approaching him from behind, her fur brushing his as she circled around him. Her paws hit the cold water, taking in the sensation that filled her hot fur. Silence filled the air for a moment, before Brookstream awkwardly said, "We live in a beautiful place."
Storm faced her, his mouth set in a grim smile before he replied. "I'm supposed to be hunting." He responded curtly.
Oh my love, what happened to us? Brightstream thought, before she could silence her mind. She casted her gaze downward towards the water, watching as an anchovy flickered by. Quick as an adder, her forepaw lashed out and she hooked her claws around the warm flesh and knocked the prey onto the sand. Storm nipped it's spine before it could flop away.
"There you go then." She echoed, gathering her herbs and heading into the pine forest. Despite her loyalty to Starclan, she knew she would always love Storm, however arrogant he might be. He cared for her and protected her for many years, ever since her very first mate, and first love- abandoned her when she was injured. It seemed wrong to leave him for a clan life, but she knew in her heart that Starclan had chosen right. Brookstream would always be loyal to the Warrior Code, even if it meant breaking her own heart doing it.
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Conch perked her head up at the sound of her name leaving Reefstar's mouth, and she felt an unfamiliar inclination shoot through her. Flicking her tail at her own ignorance, she heaved herself to her paws and made her way to Reefstar; a stubborn expression set on her face. "I can hunt my own prey." She pointed out, beginning to groom her long fur. Reefstar gave her a crooked smile, then shook his head.
"Storm can hunt, then when your kits are born and ready to eat fresh-kill, you may hunt for yourself." He reasoned with her, gentleness coaxing her.
"If only Silver was still here. He would have made a good warrior." She whispered, her mouth turning downward with grief.
"I wish he was, too. What happened to him?" Reefstar asked gently, resting the tip of his tail on her shoulder. Conch shook her head, glancing back up at him.
"We didn't love each other. These kits were an accident. But he was determined to provide for them. He went swimming, to catch fish... find a pearl for me, he said... But he never came back. The waves swallowed him whole. I can still hear his cries. He didn't beg for his life, no. He begged for mine, and my kits. Begged that someone might provide for me while I was nursing. And..." She paused, glancing back up at Reefstar. "Here you are." She whispered, folding her ears against her head shyly. The black tom's paw gently rested against hers for the briefest of moments as he murmured back,
"And here I'll stay."
-
For a moment, Storm considered disobeying the arrogant tom. You can hunt, can't you? He thought bitterly, though he bit his tongue and nodded. On his way out of camp, he headed to the sandy shores and began stalking, his long tail waving like a feathery banner behind him. Underneath the scorching sun, he felt his insomnia's affects more deeply than he had before; being the only hunter in the clan- aside from when Reefstar wasn't catsitting- and not being able to sleep stabbed at his paw steps. Before, he had only needed to hunt for himself and Amy- no, Brookstream now- and one kill sufficed for them. But providing for a pregnant- and rather moody- she-cat, Brookstream, himself, and Reefstar was hard. He had considered speaking to Brookstream, after all she was the only cat he knew in Reefclan, and she was the medicine cat. But even when the two had been mates, Storm never told her of the nightmares that haunted him everytime he closed his eyes. It was better to stay awake, than risk the torment. Stumbling, he felt his paws touch the cool ocean water, waves lapping at the fur on his legs. He purred, gazing out at the endless water with admiration in his gaze.
"Storm?" A quiet meow came from behind him, filling his ears with a gentle melody.
-
Brookstream gazed longingly at her old mate, guilt surging through her like a tsunami tide. Still, she tentatively called his name, approaching him from behind, her fur brushing his as she circled around him. Her paws hit the cold water, taking in the sensation that filled her hot fur. Silence filled the air for a moment, before Brookstream awkwardly said, "We live in a beautiful place."
Storm faced her, his mouth set in a grim smile before he replied. "I'm supposed to be hunting." He responded curtly.
Oh my love, what happened to us? Brightstream thought, before she could silence her mind. She casted her gaze downward towards the water, watching as an anchovy flickered by. Quick as an adder, her forepaw lashed out and she hooked her claws around the warm flesh and knocked the prey onto the sand. Storm nipped it's spine before it could flop away.
"There you go then." She echoed, gathering her herbs and heading into the pine forest. Despite her loyalty to Starclan, she knew she would always love Storm, however arrogant he might be. He cared for her and protected her for many years, ever since her very first mate, and first love- abandoned her when she was injured. It seemed wrong to leave him for a clan life, but she knew in her heart that Starclan had chosen right. Brookstream would always be loyal to the Warrior Code, even if it meant breaking her own heart doing it.
-
Conch perked her head up at the sound of her name leaving Reefstar's mouth, and she felt an unfamiliar inclination shoot through her. Flicking her tail at her own ignorance, she heaved herself to her paws and made her way to Reefstar; a stubborn expression set on her face. "I can hunt my own prey." She pointed out, beginning to groom her long fur. Reefstar gave her a crooked smile, then shook his head.
"Storm can hunt, then when your kits are born and ready to eat fresh-kill, you may hunt for yourself." He reasoned with her, gentleness coaxing her.
"If only Silver was still here. He would have made a good warrior." She whispered, her mouth turning downward with grief.
"I wish he was, too. What happened to him?" Reefstar asked gently, resting the tip of his tail on her shoulder. Conch shook her head, glancing back up at him.
"We didn't love each other. These kits were an accident. But he was determined to provide for them. He went swimming, to catch fish... find a pearl for me, he said... But he never came back. The waves swallowed him whole. I can still hear his cries. He didn't beg for his life, no. He begged for mine, and my kits. Begged that someone might provide for me while I was nursing. And..." She paused, glancing back up at Reefstar. "Here you are." She whispered, folding her ears against her head shyly. The black tom's paw gently rested against hers for the briefest of moments as he murmured back,
"And here I'll stay."
x
→ Storm hunts by the ocean.
→ Brookstream gathers herbs.
→ Reefstar goes to the twoleg place to find clan recruits.
→ Brookstream gathers herbs.
→ Reefstar goes to the twoleg place to find clan recruits.
Leader:
Reefstar | 46 moons | Male
A large, muscular black tom with white on his chest and pale green eyes.
He's level headed, slow to anger, humble, and fair to even the smallest kit.
Lives: 9/9
Deputy:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Medicine Cat:
Brookstream | 20 moons | Female
A tabby she-cat with white legs and a chest, and striking amber eyes.
She is gentle, composed, intellectual, and curious about all things.
Warriors:
Swimmers:
Storm | 22 moons | Male
A handsome, wiry and with tom with gray striped splotches.
He is arrogant, quick to speak, and romantically inclined.
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Apprentices:
Swimmer 'Paws
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Climber 'Paws
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Queens:
Conch | 36 moons | Female | Pregnant
A beautiful, long hair gray and white cat with distinct black stripes
on her face. She is very peaceful. She gets along with everyone.
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Kits:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Elders:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Reefstar | 46 moons | Male
A large, muscular black tom with white on his chest and pale green eyes.
He's level headed, slow to anger, humble, and fair to even the smallest kit.
Lives: 9/9
Deputy:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Medicine Cat:
Brookstream | 20 moons | Female
A tabby she-cat with white legs and a chest, and striking amber eyes.
She is gentle, composed, intellectual, and curious about all things.
Warriors:
Swimmers:
Storm | 22 moons | Male
A handsome, wiry and with tom with gray striped splotches.
He is arrogant, quick to speak, and romantically inclined.
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Apprentices:
Swimmer 'Paws
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Climber 'Paws
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Queens:
Conch | 36 moons | Female | Pregnant
A beautiful, long hair gray and white cat with distinct black stripes
on her face. She is very peaceful. She gets along with everyone.
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Kits:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Elders:
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
x1 | Borage | Helps a queen's milk to come.
x1 | Cobweb | Stops bleeding and binds wounds.
x1 | Comfrey Root | Sooths itching, inflamation,
and stiffness.
x1 | Juniper Berry | Helps breathing, gives strength,
and soothes bellies.
x1 | Marigold | Stops infection, stops bleeding, lowers
inflamation.
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Trout | x0 | 3 servings
Tuna | x0 | 3 servings
Salmon | x0 | 3 servings
Anchovy | x0 | 2 servings
Crab | x1 | 2 servings
Oyster | x0 | 2 servings
Squirrel | x1 | 2 servings
Frog | x0 | 1 serving
Lizard | x0 | 1 serving
Sparrow | x0 | 2 servings
Finch | x0 | 1 serving
Mentors:
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Deceased Cats:
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
Name and Name | Kits
Name and Name | Kits
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
x1 | Borage | Helps a queen's milk to come.
x1 | Cobweb | Stops bleeding and binds wounds.
x1 | Comfrey Root | Sooths itching, inflamation,
and stiffness.
x1 | Juniper Berry | Helps breathing, gives strength,
and soothes bellies.
x1 | Marigold | Stops infection, stops bleeding, lowers
inflamation.
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Trout | x0 | 3 servings
Tuna | x0 | 3 servings
Salmon | x0 | 3 servings
Anchovy | x0 | 2 servings
Crab | x1 | 2 servings
Oyster | x0 | 2 servings
Squirrel | x1 | 2 servings
Frog | x0 | 1 serving
Lizard | x0 | 1 serving
Sparrow | x0 | 2 servings
Finch | x0 | 1 serving
Mentors:
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Deceased Cats:
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
Name and Name | Kits
Name and Name | Kits