MoorClanKindness heals what was broken, mercy clears what was marred and peace brings back what was lost.Number of Cats: 76| Males: 37 | Females: 39 | Last Post: X Hemlockkit was alone again, dark-brown tail curled around dark-brown paws. Her siblings were rolling in the dirt, batting at silky-whiskers and soft-ears; Not one of them noticed her drifting away, hovering at the mouth of the den. Fumitorystorm had already told her who her parents were, how one was exiled and the other dead; Such a story did wonders for her already fragile self-esteem and Hemlockkit couldn't help but wonder if they all expected her to follow after them, namely her father.
Like father, like daughter.
Although she considered it unfair that she was the one lumbered with his reputation, unfair that her siblings didn't get the same flack for their heritage, solely because of the whiteness of their pelts. While her den-mates howled and giggled, Hemlockkit's silver-blue eyes drifted slowly to the sandy pelt of the stranger and her two kits: Mothkit and Beekit. ''Hello there.'' She meowed softly, as Beekit peered at her as though she was an alien. ''I'm Hemlockkit.''
She was greeted with a friendly giggle. ''Hello, I'm Bee!'' The young tom squeaked, wagging his tail in the air. ''And this is Moth!'' Prodding the small tortoiseshell, Beekit watched as Mothkit craned her neck to stare wide-eyed at Hemlockkit; Nothing was spoken, but the warm grin that cracked her face in half was enough to make Hemlockkit smile back.
''Thank you.'' Hemlockkit knew that they probably didn't know what she was talking about, but the pair of them had just done her a great service. ''I'm glad you two aren't afraid of me.'' Hemlockkit let out a rumbling purr, padding up to them. ''Do you think we could be friends?'' She offered, tilting her head hopefully.
Peering curiously at her, the sandy-furred stranger chuckled softly. ''You don't need to ask, young one.'' Fennelclaw rumbled, tail swaying slowly. ''You are most welcome.'' It was common-place for kits to be fed by queens that weren't their own mothers where she was from, and for all her blood-stained claws, Fennelclaw wasn't going to turn her away. ''Beekit and Mothkit would love to have you as a friend.'' She purred softly, watching as Hemlockkit smiled back and quietly curled up beside her own kits.
You are loved.
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Yarrowshine stood on the very edge, trembling in silence; How terribly lonely was it to be the wise one, the one who knew things that the poor innocent cats of MoorClan could not fathom. 'Whisperer of the stars, run and leave the ones who were never meant to be behind' they had crooned, obviously intending for the young prophet to run away and leave MoorClan behind; Their reason? MoorClan was the result of a StarClan cat's meddling, a cat that should've never meddled in the first place with paths that were never meant to cross and bend this way and that.
So why hadn't they told Neritefang to do that, why her?
Yarrowshine didn't know and for the first time, she was questioning her masters. They were supposedly never wrong, but the young cat couldn't help but suppose they had grown senile with age? Time didn't just steal youth, but wisdom if one wasn't careful. Tail coiling around white paws, Yarrowshine's blue eyes darkened and a sob rose in the back of her throat. Firkit was laughing loudly and she could see Briarcloud and Bramblefur snuggling together, Sloestem and Privetpath arguing playfully like loving siblings; She couldn't let all that fall to ruins.
Drawing a shaky breath, Yarrowshine decided to retire to her usual spot; The mossy roof was a source of constant contemplation, and perhaps if she wasn't surrounded by clan-mates she had been ordered to abandon, she wouldn't feel so terrible. With the wind tugging at her whiskers, she perched on the cool slate and peered skywards.
A single white star hurled towards the earth, and Yarrowshine wondered whether that was Sagestar; He was infamous for making terrible decisions, with arguably good intentions. He wasn't a bad cat by any means, but he certainly wasn't a honourable cat.
But he was gone now, wasn't he?
Frowning, Yarrowshine rose to her paws and watched the star glide through smokey-grey clouds. ''...Oh no.'' A sinking feeling grew in the pit of her stomach, as she began to tremble; As blessed as she was with the power of prophecy, Yarrowshine could've never seen this coming; The blinding flash, the stench of smoke and the glowing embers that pockmarked the slate. From the searing wound, the cries of her clan-mates echoed over the moors and quickly the smoke filled the air. Watching the tendrils of flame leap and lick at the shivering air, Yarrowshine stood as still as stone and did not move.
StarClan had meant it, and her clan was going to suffer for it.
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One moment joy, the other terror.
Flames leaped up inches from Waxwing's muzzle and a tremendous amount of smoke quickly filled the air. ''Mag! Beetle!'' The honey-golden tabby stumbled, his nose and eyes stinging from all the ash. ''Wait up!'' Waxwing wheezed, shivering as he watched Aspenthroat and Laurelfur thunder past him. ''Guys!'' Waxwing coughed, throat burning up as he galloped clumsily after them. ''Guys, wait up.'' Waxwing's eyes watered as he collapsed across the grass, puffing and panting; The smoke had done a number on his throat and lungs, and he lay exhausted. ''Mag! Beetle!'' It hurt to cry, but he needed to know where they were, needed to know that they were alive.
''Wax!'' Magpiefeather barreled into him, wrapping her paws around his throat. ''Oh, thank goodness.'' She sighed, the relief practically dripping from her voice. ''That plank nearly hit you on the head! I was so scared that you'd died when Laurelfur said that he hadn't seen you.'' Magpiefeather glanced at Beetlestep, noticing the dark cat's trembling. ''Don't worry, you two are safe.''
Swallowing, Beetlestep crouched beside her friend and buried her face into Magpiefeather's shoulder. ''I was so scared.'' She mumbled, the fire still roaring before her eyes. ''I hate fire, I hate fire so so much.'' Beetlestep whimpered, tail wrapped around her muzzle. ''It killed my parents and it's going to kill everyone, oh...'' She rambled, watching as every coil of flame reared up against the grey sky; It was vibrant and it was dangerous and every hair on Beetlestep's pelt stood on end.
Suddenly there was a loud cry, and Beetlestep was stunned out of her nightmare.
''Everyone, run!'' Garlicstar barreled out of the burning wreckage, white fur streaked with ash and soot; She was almost unrecognizable against the dark grey sky. ''Get away from the smoke, and the fire!'' Her eyes glittered fearfully as she watched her clan-mates bounding past. They all looked so terrified and Garlicstar's heart twinged painfully for them. ''Oh, StarClan why do you bother us still?'' She muttered, shaking her head gravely.
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Smokeheart watched Owlgaze and her brothers rush out of the camp, the flames hot on their heels and his heart sank. With a fearful pang, Smokeheart realized that they could've died and he wouldn't have been much of father to them. ''Crow? Fox? Owl, did you see anyone else?'' He loped up to the trio, looming awkwardly before them; Smokeheart wished so much to gather them into his arms and hold them tight to his body, but they were far too old for that now.
Besides, he might as well have been a stranger for all the recognition that was on their faces.
''No, I think we were the only ones.'' Owlgaze confessed, a note of worry in her voice that Smokeheart wanted so badly to shoo away. ''I did hear Fennelclaw calling out, although I know squat about carrying kits.'' The brown tabby seemed to deflate, as though the premonition that she had something that she couldn't do was terrible. ''Oakfeather went in, I didn't see her come out.''
Foxflower frowned, peering at his sister. ''You didn't see her leave?'' The ginger tom murmured, brow knotting with fear. ''Hazel, Elm and Beech are going to be so sad...'' Foxflower sighed, as though Oakfeather had already perished. ''And the kits too!'' The panic was creeping into his voice and Smokeheart stiffened, watching his son breaking down before him and feeling utterly useless.
Courageously, Crowfoot furrowed his brows determinedly and turned towards the roaring flames. ''I'll try and find them.'' The black tom promised, pacing on nimble feet. ''They might not be dead yet, Fox.'' Crowfoot grinned boldly, his triangular-ears twitching, ignoring Smokeheart's mewl of horror. ''I'll find them or die trying.'' He promised, tail lashing to and fro.
''What?'' Smokeheart's voice was small, stunned. ''What? No, you're not going to do that.'' The grey tom dragged Crowfoot away from the burning building, teeth clamping down on his long black tail. ''What you're going to do is stay here and watch out for any others.'' Smokeheart frowned gravely, lashing his plumed-tail. ''I'm going in there, and I'll find them.'' His words were final and without hearing their protests, Smokeheart marched into the flames.
All his instincts were on their knees, begging that he run.
''Oakfeather? Fenneclaw?'' Smokeheart coughed, the smoke stinging his lungs. ''Fumitorystorm?'' Beyond the haze of ash and cinders, Smokeheart could just faintly make out their figures moving around. ''Are the kits okay?'' He wheezed, peering anxiously into the nursery. ''All alive?'' Smokeheart's green eyes lingered over Daisykit, crouched behind Fumitorystorm. ''Nobody dead?''
Fennelclaw shook her head. ''Not yet, at least.'' She stared warily at the flames, hungrily burning their way through the house.
''Good.'' Smokeheart smiled wearily, before he bent down and picked up Yewkit by the scruff of her neck. ''Let's try and get them out, yeah?'' He mumbled through a mouthful of protesting kitten. ''Don't worry, it'll be okay.'' Smokeheart reassured a trembling Hemlockkit, aware of the flames lapping at the corners of the nursery. ''Stay calm.''
Panic didn't do anything, except make for clumsy paws.
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Oakfeather picked up both Comfreykit and Chervilkit, staring intensely across the camp. ''If we move fast, we can make it.'' The tabby commented, tail curled around Daisykit and Teaselkit. ''Kits, stay close to me or your mothers.'' Oakfeather's otherwise soothing voice was quickly rendered commanding, as though it wasn't just the air the flames seemed to be sucking out. Stepping out into the hot clearing, Oakfeather took a nervous breath and charged wildly through the blaze.
''Come on!'' Fennelclaw pushed Beekit onwards, scrambling after the larger molly; Thistlekit and Morningkit bounded after her, shortly followed by the rest of their littermates. It was a mad dash across camp, claws scrabbling at the ground for more speed, embers falling everywhere and fur smudged with smoke. Even if they survived the flames, they still had to survive the smog that hung heavily in the air, clinging to their whiskers, fur and the insides of their lungs.
Fumitorystorm was the first to burst out of camp, eyes burning. With a shudder, the grey molly sunk to the ground and stared weakly at her singed paw-pads; Cracked and bleeding. ''Is...is everyone alive?'' Fumitorystorm glanced at Fenneclaw, blinking wearily. ''Did we make it?'' Her green eyes flickered down to the kits behind her, quietly drifting over them one by one.
''I think so.'' Wheezed Oakfeather, with a shudder. ''Comfreykit and Chervilkit are here at least.'' One large paw prodded them softly, cradling them close to her chest. ''Oh StarClan.'' Oakfeather winced, old bones not used to fleeing fire. At least, Oakfeather thought, she didn't have to worry about her own kits; They had fled earlier, Oakfeather had made sure of it.
''Wait.'' Fear set in and Oakfeather's blood ran cold. ''Where's Yewkit and Morningkit?'' The large molly whirled around, staring at the hungry flames. ''I need to go back! Don't wait for me!''' Oakfeather dipped her head at the two queens, before storming off into the burning building, embers whirling all around her.
''Oakfeather! No!'' Fennelclaw cried out, stepping forward to stop her but it was already too late.
She was answered with a hiss of embers.
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''Stay calm!''
Fire tore at the air, faces seeming to loom out of the grey smog. ''How?'' Protested Yewkit, staring up at Smokeheart. ''My whiskers are melting off and you expect me to be calm!'' The brown tabby mewled, outraged by this preposterous demand. ''We could die, Smokeheart!'' Yewkit stomped her paws, pressing close to her shivering brother. ''We're going to die!'' Yewkit whimpered, eyes wide with horror.
''Calm down!'' hissed Smokeheart, moving the terrified kits along. ''Keep calm, try and take a deep breath...'' He mumbled, staring at the bright flames. There was no way the kits were going to make it, no way he was going to make it and quickly, Smokeheart felt himself beginning to falter. ''Yewkit, Morningkit...I'm sorry.'' They were going to die, they were going to die.
They were going to die.
The ceiling splintered, the blackened stones groaning as they were shifted from their seats. ''Any last words?'' Smokeheart wound himself around the two kits, trying to protect them from the dreadful finality. ''We might be seeing StarClan sooner than we thought.'' He chuckled uneasily, ears flat against his skull. Couldn't even raise his own kits, why did he think he could do this?
''Morningkit can't talk.'' Yewkit pointed out, her voice muffled. ''You know that'' She whimpered, glancing at her white-grey brother. ''You're gonna die and you're gonna have not said anything an-'' Yewkit froze, shaking and tremulous. ''I love you, Morn!'' She mumbled. ''And you don't have to reply, because I know you don't like talking an-..''
Morningkit trembled, holding onto Yewkit as he watched splinters crashing all around him. ''I love you too.'' He whispered.
And it went black in a scattering of embers.
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The grey bled out into red, moths stirring and fluttering in a melancholy dusk. It would be poetic if it wasn't for all that had been destroyed, by the fall of a burning claw. ''Garlicstar...'' Yarrowshine stepped softly through the velvet poppies, stood tall over the collapsed leader. ''...You did so well, we could've lost so much more.'' The pale molly stared over rolling hills, watching rags of smoke fading away. ''Come on, we must keep going.'' She ordered, nuzzling the white leader to her feet.
''How many dead?'' Garlicstar coughed, lifting her muzzle. ''How many dead, Yarrowshine?''
Turning to the murmurous crowds, Yarrowshine raised her chin and let a sigh rattle soot-smeared lungs. ''I don't know.'' She confessed, watching the listless warriors crowding around the smoldering ruins. ''All I know is that MoorClan will never be the same again.''
Humming, Garlicstar rose to her paws, bones creaking. ''Maybe that's for the best.'' Spotting Yarrowshine's look of astonishment, the white molly continued. ''So much has happened, so much suffering...maybe something needed to change.'' Garlicstar pointed out. ''This isn't natural, none of this is.'' The wind howled and stretched far away over the hills. ''We need to leave, eventually or something will come along and make us leave.''
Yarrowshine stared patiently at Garlicstar. ''Well, lets hope they'll allow us to honour the dead first.''
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Froststrike watched the pines call to her, their needle-sharp branches promising secrets untold. Glancing back at the smouldering ruins, the smoke still drifting like whispers in the air, Froststrike’s eyes hardened and she turned on her heels. Cats had died, they certainly wouldn’t miss her among all that caterwauling. Feathery tail held high over her head like a banner, the silver-muzzled molly began her march towards PineClan’s fertile soil when suddenly she spotted Stormflower and Mintfang out of the corner of her blue eyes.
Mintfang was sprawled out on the ground, fur patchy where the flames had touched his skin and mouth opened as though in prayer, begging his last moments to be over quickly. Mintfang’s usually bright eyes were dimmed and the silver tabby’s sides were still, with no breath to power his lungs. Stormflower, the elder of the two, was crouched over him and staring in mute despair; Everything about the tall tabby seemed to drip grief, from the crooked tips of his whiskers to the way his eyes stared as blindly as a mole.
‘’Storm?’’ Froststrike approached on feather-soft paws, disbelief raising one questioning brow. ‘’Is he dead?’’ Stupid question. Mintfang did not stir and the air appeared to chill, as though his ghost walked among them.
‘’Storm, I’m so sorry…’’ Froststrike closed her eyes and scolded herself under her breath, head resting against Stormflower’s shoulder. If they were moons, then Mintfang had been the sun, keeping them close to his heart. ‘’…I’m here, I’m here for you…’’ Froststrike stared glassily at the dark pines; Let them whisper, let them beckon all they wanted, their terrible shadows stretching eerily among the pinecones. They weren’t the ones who needed Froststrike.
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‘’Oh, bless her.’’ Lampreypelt whispered, nuzzling Firepool’s cheek. ‘’She protected the herbs.’’ The brown and white tom tugged out a bundle of lavender from under her paws, turning to his denmates with a relieved expression on his face. ‘’At least we won’t have to restock.’’ Lampreypelt blinked, tail twitching as he begun to decorate the she-cat’s bright pelt with daisies. ‘’At least we can give Firepool a memorial, that much we can do for her.’’
Trouttail didn’t reply, gliding across the ground and crouching beside Firepool, wondering the way she must have felt when wind and flame had engulfed her whole, her last thoughts? Her dying words? The grey molly’s heart ached and she could feel a sob beginning to rise in her throat. ‘’Lamprey, not the daffodils…’’ She chided softly, reaching over for the violets. ‘’Those are not for death, use these…they suit her better.’’ Trouttail’s copper eyes narrowed with concentration as she tucked a purple bloom behind Firepool’s ears, her whole body trembling as death walked among the cats; Firepool wasn’t the only one they were going to have to bury, the death toll had be tragically high.
‘’…How tragic.’’ Smallwhisker’s voice was hollow, as she stood over Firepool’s charred corpse. ‘’She wanted to be idolised her whole life, but it’s only in death do we think her a hero.’’ The tortoiseshell herself hadn’t known Firepool personally, despite having worked with her for a good portion of her life; All she knew was that Firepool hadn’t been cherished in her old clan and that she had originally been on Swanstar’s side, out of fear more than anything.
‘’Poor Firepool, saviour of all things green…’’
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Silverpaw lay curled up as though asleep, peaceful despite the blood staining her belly fur and the splinters in her whiskers. She had always been a gentle soul, someone you could trust and cherish and love. For much of her life, Silverpaw had been on the run but Burdockfoot couldn’t think of a moment when her daughter had complained or moaned.
‘’She saved Ivystripe’s life, Burdockfoot.’’ Patchthorn rumbled, offering the mother a means of solace. ‘’Silverpaw’s earned her place in StarClan, I’m sure they welcome her with open paws.’’ He nodded sternly, the stump of his tail wagging furiously. ‘’She’ll always be with you, in spirit.’’
‘’I don’t care.’’ Rasped Burdockfoot, her voice fierce. ‘’I want her with me, in body.’’ The grey she-cat stared the elder down, her ears pressed against her skull. ‘’I wasn’t the sweetest mother in the world, but I had the sweetest daughter in the world…and you’re telling me she’s dead!?’’ Burdockfoot’s voice pitched into a terrible screech, bristling furiously. ‘’Couldn’t Ivystripe save himself!? Instead of an apprentice doing it for him!?’’ Turning on Patchthorn, Burdockfoot shoved a claw-tipped paw in his face. ‘’I swear to StarClan, I’ll rip the rest of your tail off your butt!’’
Honeynose watched the commotion with a guilty expression on her face, shifting uncomfortably. ‘’It…it wasn’t Patchthorn’s fault…’’ She murmured softly, pressing her head against Burdockfoot’s lithe body. ‘’Not…not really.’’ With a pained whimper, Honeynose lifted one ragged paw and licked it softly. ‘’I saw Blueclaw earlier, during the fire…’’ She swallowed, gingerly placing the paw back onto the ground. ‘’He told her to try and save the elders, told her that if she was to become strong, she was going to have to sacrifice herself.’’ Honeynose sighed, raising her chin. ‘’Blueclaw told her if she was really his, Silverpaw would always put the life of another’s first…’’
A dark stormcloud, Burdockfoot thundered across the clearing. ‘’Blueclaw!’’ She snarled. ‘’I know what you did, you slimy [redacted]!’’ Staring at the stunned tom-cat, Burdockfoot struck him across the face with claws as wicked as lightning. ‘’Why did you tell Silverpaw that!? She was never even your daughter to begin with!’’ Burdockfoot hissed, fuming.
Wincing from the sting, Blueclaw recoiled. ‘’Because you weren’t doing an excellent job mothering her!’’ He set his teeth, tail lashing. ‘’Look how soft she became!’’ He stood nose-to-nose with Burdockfoot. ‘’I’m sorry that I wanted a daughter I could be proud of!’’ Blueclaw huffed.
‘’I was already proud of her!’’ Burdockfoot shot back, eyes narrowed with fury. ‘’This isn’t HyenaClan anymore, Blueclaw.’’ She approached with a growl. ‘’You have no right to say those things to anyone.’’ Burdockfoot crouched, before launching herself into Blueclaw and sending him crashing to the ground with a thump. ‘’You are a coward and a terrible father.’’ She snarled, slashing him across the face. ‘’Now get the [redacted] out of my sight.’’
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''Beechstripe, Beechstripe!'' Elmstorm's voice echoed dimly, as distant as though she was calling to him from underwater. ''Come back here!'' His footfalls muffled his sister's cries, the thudding in his head enough to silence his clan-mates as Beechstripe made for the hills, shrouded by miles upon miles of bristling furze and a smattering of wildflowers, as bright as the stars that had condemned them. Legs shaking, Beechstripe felt his spirit shatter and the ground rushed up to meet his falling body.
Still shaking, Beechstripe curled up around himself and closed his eyes tight. For all his life, Hazelstone and Elmstorm the ones everyone watched out for; Hazelstone for his courage, despite being blinded at a young age and supposedly surviving a badger. Elmstorm for her quick-temper and ambition that seemed to promise her becoming a leader one day. Both were admirable in their own right and then there was just Beechstripe, an alright hunter, an alright fighter, an alright friend. There was nothing memorable about a tom that said his pleases and thank yous, that always shared his prey and followed the warrior code to an absolute T.
And yet Oakfeather had always been there for him, coddling him and holding him close when Beechstripe felt like he was gonna fall. It was her that had helped him after Dustfoot had died and all those things with Swanstar had happened. And now, Oakfeather was gone and it felt as though his whole world had been snatched from under his paws. Breathing heavily, Beechstripe rose to his paws and drew in a deep breath.
He wasn't going back.
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Sparrowcloud nimbly skirted past Harefoot and Lizardpath, his expression stony. With one last glance at his clan-mates, the small warrior took a deep breath and for a moment his expression faltered, green eyes revealing regret for one lucid moment. And then it was gone as quickly as it had come, a flash of sparks across a featureless sky. With soft steps, Sparrowcloud drifted away and left without so much as a single 'bye'.
Peering out of the corner of his eye, Sparrowcloud spotted Gooseflight and his heart twinged. He had cared for her when nobody else had, and yet in the end Gooseflight simply was never meant to be his; Sparrowcloud knew he couldn't force her to love him, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. Resentment ran through his veins and the tom whirled away from Gooseflight, forcing himself to pad on. Loneliness was a terrible poison and every day, Sparrowcloud could feel it eating away at him. Sooner or later he was going to snap, unless he just left altogether.
He figured it was for the best.
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Rookwing's neck was broken, the black tom splayed out on the ground. ''Oh, Rook...'' Shadowfang sat beside him, quietly mourning his friend. ''You tried to fly, didn't you?'' A deep chuckle. ''Silly Rook, -Wing doesn't mean you can fly...'' The fluffy warrior glanced up at the sky. ''You tried though...you didn't want to die, did you?'' Shadowfang shivered, his head bent to touch Rookwing's shoulder. ''You tried your best, Rookwing, and I'm sorry...I'm sorry I wasn't there to support you.'' The large black cat let out an almighty sob, trembling as his heart cried out for his friend, his spirit wandering through the sky. ''May StarClan give you wings.''
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Fallowthorn sat on the singed sill, staring thoughtfully at Lizardpath and Harefoot. It was evident that Harefoot had been trying to guide the blind warrior to safety when they had been struck down by a falling timber; It was a moment of loyalty and courage, captured in death and the Siamese simply scoffed. In the end, their loyalty was what had cost them both their lives and for what? Nothing, but a few memories that time would ease away until their flesh was rot and their bones were dust. Tail twitching, Fallowthorn leaped onto the ground and shook his head softly, as though chiding the dead for dying.
''If this is what it takes to be a hero...'' Fallowthorn started to walk away, his paws roaming. ''...Then count me out.''
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Dawnpool lay in a field of elderflower, their white flowers clustered around her face. Heart still hammering in her chest, Dawnpool curled around herself, squeezing her eyes shut. A field mouse ran on by, whiskers twitching and overheard Dawnpool could hear the faint coo of a mourning dove, it's wing beats echoing in her tall ears. White clouds studded the peach-pink sky, and Dawnpool could not bring herself to stir.
Her clan was moving, and still she lay.
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Mintfang, Smokeheart, Oakfeather, Morningkit, Yewkit, Rookwing, Firepool, Lizardpath, Harefoot and Silverpaw died.
Beechstripe, Sparrowcloud, Blueclaw and Fallowthorn ran away.
The clan moves - Could you possibly decide a random territory they end up in?
Oakfeather, Smokeheart, Firepool,Lizardpath, Harefoot, Rookwing, Yewkit, MorningkitSilverpaw, Mintfang,Beechstripe, Sparrowcloud, Blueclaw,Fallowthorn.
Leader:
Garlicstar | 49 | Female | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★ (Never visited StarClan)
Council:
Oakfeather | 94 | Female | X
Dawnpool | 78 | Female | X | Blind
Bramblefur | 71 | Male |X | Half of face ripped
Yarrowshine | 29 | Female | X
Deputy:
Braircloud | 74 | Male |X
Medicine Cat:
Trouttail | 60 | Female | X
Lampreypelt | 56 | Male |X
Smallwhisker | 36 | Female | X
Firepool | 35 | Female | X
Warriors:
Patchthorn | 96 | Male |X
Mudfoot | 90 | Female | X
Smudgeflower | 82 | Male |X
Murkfang | 77 | Female | X
Harefoot | 75 | Male | X
Shadowfang | 73 | Male |X
Cloverheart | 73 | Male |X
Fogwhisker | 73 | Female | X
Poppypelt | 61 | Female | X
Adderleap | 58 | Female | X
Antfoot | 52 | Male |X
Larknose | 51 | Male (Trans) |X
Lizardpath | 51 | Male |X | Blind
Rookwing | 50 | Male |X
Thriftclaw | 47 | Female | X
Smokeheart | 47 | Male |X
Fallowthorn | 45 | Male |X
Pansycloud | 45 | Female | X
Linnettail | 44 | Female | X
Mistclaw | 44 | Male |X
Sedgefrost | 44 | Female | X
Privetpath | 43 | Male |X | Left (Loga)
Sloestem | 43 | Female | X | Right (Lili)
Lichenface | 43 | Female | X
Starlingtail | 41 | Male |X
Blueclaw | 40 | Male |X
Burdockfoot | 37 | Female | X
Honeynose | 36 | Female | X
Copperberry | 31 | Female | X
Slatenose | 31 | Male |X
Hawktuft | 27 | Male |X
Darkfur | 27 | Male |X
Aspenthroat | 27 | Male |X
Sparrowcloud | 27 | Male |X
Gooseflight | 27 | Female | X
Elmstorm | 26 | Female | X
Hazelstone | 26 | Male |X | Blind
Beechstripe | 26 | Male |X
Laurelfur | 17 | Male |X
Mintfang | 17 | Male |X
Stormflower | 17 | Male |X
Froststrike | 17 | Female | X
Crowfoot |15 | Male |X
Owlgaze | 15 | Female | X
Foxflower | 15 | Male |X | Blind in one eye
Waxwing | 12 | Male |X
Beetlestep | 12 | Female | X
Magpiefeather | 12 | Female | X
Apprentices:
Silverpaw | 9 | Female | X
Queens:
Fumitorystorm | 28 | Female | X
Fennelclaw | 35 | Female | X
Kits:
Firkit | 2 | Female | X
Yewkit | 2 | Female | X
Eveningkit | 2 | Female | X
Morningkit |2 | Male |X
Teaselkit |2 | Male |X
Thistlekit |2 | Male |X
Daisykit |1 | Male |X
Chervilkit |1 | Male |X
Comfreykit | 1 | Female | X
Hemlockkit | 1 | Female | X
Mothkit | 0 | Female | X
Beekit |0 | Male |X
Elders:
Ivystripe |102 | Male |X | Mute
Allies:
Enemies:
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Borders:
North: LarchClan
Northwest: Echoclan
Northeast: Pineclan
South:
Southwest:
Southeast:
West:
East:
Medicine Store:
Catnip - Cures GreenCough - 1
Comfrey Root - Cures burns, eases swelling, itching, stiffness and wounds - 1
Goatweed - Eases anxiety and grief - 1
Goldenrod - Heals wounds - 1
Lamb's ear - Gives strength - 1
Poppy Seeds - Brings rest - 0
Borage - Produces milk and brings down fevers - 1
Juniper - Soothes bellyaches, gives strength, aids troubled breathing and calms down cats - 1
Mint -
Honey -
Mallow -
Fresh-kill Pile:
Mouse | x2 | 1 serving
Vole | x2 | 1 serving
Rabbit | x2 | 2 servings
Kite | x2 | 2 servings
Hawk | x2 | 2 servings
Hare | x2 | 3 servings
Mentors:
Silverpaw | Dawnpool | Climbing, Hunting
Deceased Cats:
Ternpaw (heart) | (Died aged 8 moons) | Male | X– Killed by Snailstep
Nettlefang |(Died aged 50 moons) | Male | X- Drowned in the stream
Stonenose | ( Died aged 46 moons) | Male |X - Killed by an adder
Swift |(Died aged 25 moons) | Male | X - Killed by Bramblefur; bloodloss
Nightclaw | ( Died aged 51 moons) | Female |X - Killed by Hollytail; bloodloss
Dustfoot | ( Died aged 70 moons) | Male |X - Killed by Lightning; bloodloss
Hollytail | (Died aged 56 moons) | Female | X - Drowned in stream
Darkheart |(Died aged 31 moons) | Female | X - Killed by Lightning
Wrenkit (leaf) |(Died aged 0 moons) | Female | X - stillborn
Kestrelkit (wing) |(Died aged 0 moons) | Female | X - stillborn
Cherrykit (frost) |(Died aged 0 moons) | Female | X - stillborn
Elderwhisker | ( Died aged 36 moons) | Male |X - Killed by a fox
Ravenflower | ( Died aged 80 moons | Female | X - Killed by Snailstep
Maplepaw (briar) |(Died aged 6 moons) | Male |X - Killed by Snailstep
Snailstep | (Died aged 61 moons) | Male |X - Drowned in the stream
Neritefang | ( Died aged 310 moons) | Female | X | Blind - Died of old age complications
Swanstar | (Died aged 103 moons) | Female | X - Slain by Fritillarystar
Fritillarystar | ( Died aged 70 moons) | Female | X - Slain by Swanstar
Lilystream | (Died aged 25 moons) | Female | X - Birth complications
Families:
Oakfeather & Dustfoot - Elmstorm, Hazelstone and Beechstripe
Andrew & Sean - Privetpath (Loga) and Sloestem (Lili)
Braircloud & Bramblefur
Hollytail & Dawnpool
Poppypelt & Adderleap
Pansycloud & Linnettail
Snailstep & Fritillarystar - Cherrykit/frost, Kestrelkit/wing and Maplepaw/briar
Fogwhisker & Blaze - Stormflower, Wrenkit/leaf and Mintfang
Nightclaw & Crowley - Smallwhisker and Ternpaw/heart
??? & Burdockfoot - Silverpaw
Cedar & Fumitorystorm - Firkit, Yewkit, Thistlekit, Teaselkit, Eveningkit, Morningkit
Vervainthroat & Lilystream - Chervilkit, Comfreykit, Daisykit, Hemlockkit
Smokeheart & Pansystep - Foxflower, Crowfoot, Owlgaze, Dogwish, Hawkkit, Kestrelkit
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