MoorClanKindness heals what was broken, mercy clears what was marred and peace brings back what was lost.Number of Cats: 64| Males: 29 | Females: 35 | Last Post: X The silence was as fragile as an eggshell.
Before the miserable clan loomed dark trees, with darker things moving about in the undergrowth. A chilly wind cut through their pelts as Garlicstar led the soot-smeared clan through the forests; Soft heather had been long replaced by roots that twisted under their paws and dead leaves that clung to their messy fur. The entire forest seemed to be bowed, as though they'd witnessed MoorClan's ruin and mourned for it.
Still shaking, the white molly stood quiet in an alcove of ferns and tried not to imagine the cats they'd left behind. Would their spirits manage to find their way home? Would they even know where they went? Would StarClan try and crush them like ants again? Garlicstar didn't know, and in the end all she had was a head full of questions and a heavy heart.
''Garlicstar?'' Dawnpool murmured, leaning against the stricken leader. ''The clan's on the move, Briarcloud's leading them.'' At the sound of fading paws, Dawnpool nudged Garlicstar on-wards. ''A-are you okay? You seem a little shaken.'' Who could blame her honestly? Being leader meant that everyone expected you to comfort them, but then who was there to soothe the leader? It was funny honestly, but the more Dawnpool watched the leaders, the less she had faith that she could be leader. In the end, Dawnpool knew that ambition would be her ruin.
Stirred out of her reverie, Garlicstar plodded on with heavy paws. ''Mhm, you can say that again.'' She sighed, looking downcast. ''It just feels like everything's turned against us.'' The white cat peered at Dawnpool, smiling wryly. ''Do you remember a single moment of peace? When everything used to be fine for MoorClan?'' There was not a response, both cats knew the answer already. ''These days I feel like curling up and just letting the plants consume me...'' Her tone was wistful, her eyes flickering around the fertile surroundings like swallows.
Dawnpool stopped at the edge of a great creek, the icy-waters cutting through the shaggy brambles. ''Maybe, but we'll have to see.'' Gingerly, the pale-grey molly led Garlicstar across a moss-worn log and towards the rest of their miserable clan-mates. ''Or not see, in my case.'' Dawnpool teased, her voice softer than the fur on a rabbit's belly. ''But with you as our leader, maybe you can bring some common sense into these lunk-heads for once.''
''Common sense? Never heard of her.'' Garlicstar huffed. ''I'm glad you have faith in me, Dawn, but I can't do this without you and the others.'' She smiled weakly, the sort of smile that reminded others of a feeble winter's sun breaking through the dark clouds. ''But I'll see to it that MoorClan survives, just...just stick with me.''
''You got it.''
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The black tom dragged himself from the depths of the forest, his hungry eyes scorning the stars above; Three lives, three miserable lives to atone for his sins and Blaire wondered what else they could tear from him in the meantime. They had torn innocence away from him, they had torn Mayfly from him, they had even torn his own death away from him. With a disgruntled snarl, Blaire shook himself thoroughly and marched on. All he knew of this cruel world was that it had given him three more chances and as much as he would've loved to be petty, Blaire knew that he couldn't squander those chances.
Creeping quietly through the tangle of creeping ivy and bindwind, Blaire heard the whisper of voices. Ears twitching, the small black tom peered through the dark leaves and patiently, he waited until the speakers walked into view; One was a lanky dark-grey tom cat with sharp yellow eyes and the other was literally a sentient puff-ball. Neither of them seemed threatening and with a confident swagger, Blaire prowled in front of them.
''State your names.'' His voice was gruff and heavy from moons of disuse, bearing the weight of moons of bullying cats into submission with a voice that had been more prickly than a bramble-bush; Not a sliver of softness remained, not a whisper.
The white puffball let out a cry of alarm, before scrambling to hide behind the older tom's tail. ''I'm Mallowpaw! Of BrambleClan!'' His wide eyes stared at Blaire, as though he'd never seen a cat such as he. ''And this is Ratstar! Of BrambleClan!'' Mallowpaw's voice was high-pitched, like the scream of a cuckoo.
''Call me Ratwhisker.'' The dark grey tom did not waver, standing before Blaire as sure-hearted as a lion. ''What about you?'' Quirking a brow, Ratwhisker smirked quietly. ''Doesn't seem right for us tell you our names, when you won't introduce yourself.'' Tilting his head, Ratwhisker stared patiently at the black tom, his yellow eyes seeming to burn through him.
Shuffling his paws quietly, Blaire stared back at Ratwhisker. ''I'm Blaire.'' He replied, refusing to yield to the burning stare. With a twitching tail, he turned towards Mallowpaw and frowned. ''And what is this BrambleClan you've been screaming of?''
Wincing, Mallowpaw didn't quite meet Blaire's eyes and contented himself to speak to the tom's nose. ''BrambleClan's no more, we're just a pair of loners...'' He sighed, ears twitching as he recalled days of his clan-mates and a sense of peace that had wrapped around his shoulders; So funny how quickly they had all left, Mallowpaw realized with a jolt, had BrambleClan perhaps really meant so little to them? With an ache in his chest, Mallowpaw blinked furiously to drive away the tears and stared up at Blaire. ''Where are you headed, sir?''
''Wherever you are.'' Blaire stated, turning to Ratwhisker. ''If that's okay with you?''
With a heavy sigh, Ratwhisker nodded quietly. ''Might as well join us, if you've got no plans.'' He reasoned, although none of them had anywhere to be; Odd, he almost missed the hustle and bustle that leadership had brought. Now that he had all the freedom and time in the world, there was nothing to do with it. ''I'd say get shelter before it's dark, but ah...it's already dark.'' Even when the sun had been at it's highest, it scarcely managed to slip through the thick tangle of leaves, barely strong enough to hold the shadows at bay.
''So it is.'' Blaire replied flatly. ''Such poetry.'' He rolled his eyes, stalking past the older tom. A fragment of shadow in motion, the black cat led the other two down long and winded paths. ''Stick close to me, I don't want you two to get lost.'' In truth, Blaire didn't want to get lost; Isolation tended to make one hungry for company, even if it were with a pair of strangers that seemed remarkably incompetent when it came to getting things done.
Mallowpaw remained quiet as the three travelled deeper and deeper into woods. He tried not to complain about the whirr of wings in the undergrowth and the way the mud seemed to cling to his paws, the leaf-rot making his nose wrinkle in disgust. He was a wild-cat! Wild-cats didn't complain about things as trivial as muck! With pill-bug blue eyes, Mallowpaw stared up at the stranger and quietly wondered if he was leading them all astray? But then, why would he? Mallowpaw whimpered slightly, feeling bad for doubting another simply because he was a black cat.
Not all black cats were bad luck! And not all white cats were good luck, Mallowpaw reminded himself with a grim expression. Only kits and moon-dazed elders thought such things as that. To judge someone by the colour of their fur was truly the most wicked thing that Mallowpaw could think of, besides manslaughter.
''You're staring, Mallow.'' reprimanded Ratwhisker softly, casting his apprentice an unamused look. ''Don't be like that, I know we scarcely know Blaire but I'll keep you safe.'' The grey tom promised, with the friendliest smile he had (which in retrospect was not very friendly). ''And besides...there are plenty of cats like him that were perfectly fine.'' Ratwhisker's voice dropped into a low whisper, stern and hushed. ''Put away those those prejudices, we don't need them here.''
''I know, sorry.'' Mallowpaw replied with a grimace, ducking his head in shame. ''I know it's wrong, it's hard...'' He whined, recalling his mother's stories; They were long-winded and a little dramatic, but they seemed so vivid and he did love his mother. ''My mother used to always tell me stories and...if you were there, you'd believe her!'' Mallowpaw protested, trying to ignore the guilt that prickled along the back of his spine.
Ratwhisker shook his head. ''No excuse, you can still change.'' He smiled thinly. ''I wasn't always a moody piece of [redacted] and that means you can choose not to be so judgmental, Mallowpaw, just watch what you say and do.'' Ratwhisker glanced quietly at Blaire, watching the black tom padding on. ''There's no reason to those stories besides stirring up pointless fear, use your own wits.'' He continued. ''Those are more trustworthy than the tales of an aging cat.''
''Of course.'' Mallowpaw swallowed thickly, touching Ratwhisker's shoulder with the tip of his tail. ''I understand.'' It made sense really, since the beginning of time they had all been fighting to survive; The pelt of a cat had made no difference, and in many ways, Mallowpaw could see the cracks in his mother's thinking. He just had to dig a little deeper to find the truth, which he was frustrated to find was really so simple. ''Thank you...'' Turning from Ratwhisker, Mallowpaw jumped in shock to find Blaire staring at him. ''...Blaire.'' Had the tom heard everything? He probably had, but Blaire's face was unreadable. ''S-sorry...I shou-''
''Yeah, you should've.'' Blaire growled under his breath, shaking his head solemnly. ''If you're gonna say things like that, you should just stuff your mouth with moss.'' The tom had harsher words on his mind, but given the way Ratwhisker was looking at him, Blaire wasn't going to risk it. Besides, Mallowpaw seemed hurt enough at that. ''Whatever, just look alive.'' Blaire grunted, the fur on his spine bristling like a nettle patch. ''Someone's watching us.''
A blackbird burst out from one of the trees with a witch-like cry, a woodpecker whirring somewhere in the foliage and the heady drone of wasps filled the evening air; Nothing cat-like seemed to stir and for a moment, Blaire wondered if it had simply been his paranoia setting in. Things moved differently in the dark, the shadows congealing and swirling as though they had minds of their own. Perhaps it had just been a bird, like an owl, set intently with it's wide eyes upon them, wondering if they'd make a tasty supper, wondering if it was worth the risk.
And then a pale-figure stepped down before them, shivering in the dusk-light. ''Ratwhisker, Blaire, Mallowpaw.'' A rumbling voice rolled out of a slim muzzle, the number of teeth far too many for their liking. ''The Clan of the Moors is nearby.'' Pointing a tail in the direction of a thorn-laden path, the figure turned slowly back to the trio. ''Go, they'll provide shelter.''
Several moon-bright eyes opened as the figure hurried them on. ''Hurry, before we awake.''
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No matter how much he tossed and turned, Antfoot remained as wide-eyed as the owl that watched from the darkness. Orbs of amber blinked out every now and then, looming in the foliage before winking out again; He tried to call them fireflies, but they were much too big and it was much too cold for fireflies. Tail twisting to and fro, the black tom frowned at a tall pine. He could've sworn it had been further away, but now that he looked again it seemed closer.
''...First I lose my honour, and now my mind?'' Antfoot muttered under his breath, crouched between two giant boulders that marked the edge of their inner sanctum, their shelter, their yawning home. ''Geez, can fate relax?'' The black tom yawned, staring angrily at the pine. It's shaggy branches did not quiver, but Antfoot couldn't get rid of that unsettling feeling that something was moving; Was it the earth? Was it the moon drifting through the dark sky? Or was it that blasted pine-tree that just had to haunt him constantly?
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Fur on edge, Beetlestep crept along the edge of the creek; The dark waters roared through the night, the white froth ghostly in the moon-light. Perhaps, she would've found it beautiful if it weren't for the flickering lights occupying her attention. They bounced up and down in the air, as warm as the sun; Orbs of gold, spinning like embers in the night. ''...Fire?'' Beetlestep's voice was full of dread, as her body fell slack. ''Did...fire follow us all the way here?'' Tilting her head confusedly, she slowly began to find herself moving forward.
The embers flickered, winking quietly at Beetlestep as she stumbled after them on numbed paws. Shadow after shadow collapsed behind her, forming a thick trail of black after her; The rumbling creek continued to murmur secrets to itself, as though trying to coax Beetlestep in to discover its mysteries. ''Fire?'' She mumbled, wearily padding after the bright light in the dark; Somewhere in the back of her mind, Beetlestep vaguely recalled being afraid of fire but all she could was follow it.
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Lichenface lay sprawled in the dark, listening to the moan and sigh of the wind. It moved like a living thing, bounding and twisting like a playful kit; If she focused, Lichenface wondered if those were voices she could hear rushing by; An entire history seemed to be bled into the air, discovered in the murmurous echoes that rippled off the cave-walls. It was peaceful, and Lichenface found herself lulled gently into sleep.
And then the words came into focus, shambling out of the half-dark like wounded warriors. It was a terrible secret and Lichenface's eyes snapped open, her paws scrambling to keep her upright; Rest? There would be no rest with the cries and whispers she had heard, of condemned souls floating in the rushing air.
Help us! Help us! They're coming, they're coming! Oh Grimalkin, they're coming! Help us, help us!
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Ratwhisker, Mallowpaw and Blaire (Swallowstorm) join.
Garlicstar, Yarrowshine and Dawnpool patrol the borders.
Smallwhisker, Lampreypelt and Trouttail herb patrol.
Bramblefur, Briarcloud and Smudgeflower hunt.
Gooseflight, Aspenthroat and Owlgaze patrol.
Leader:
Garlicstar | 50 | Female | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★ (Never visited StarClan)
Council:
Dawnpool | 79 | Female | X | Blind
Bramblefur | 72 | Male |X | Half of face ripped
Yarrowshine | 30 | Female | X
Deputy:
Braircloud | 75 | Male |X
Medicine Cat:
Trouttail | 61 | Female | X
Lampreypelt | 57 | Male |X
Smallwhisker | 37 | Female | X
Warriors:
Smudgeflower | 83 | Male |X
Murkfang | 78 | Female | X
Shadowfang | 74 | Male |X
Cloverheart | 74 | Male |X
Fogwhisker | 74 | Female | X
Poppypelt | 62 | Female | X
Adderleap | 59 | Female | X
Antfoot | 53 | Male |X
Larknose | 52 | Male (Trans) |X
Thriftclaw | 48 | Female | X
Pansycloud | 46 | Female | X
Linnettail | 45 | Female | X
Mistclaw | 45 | Male |X
Sedgefrost | 45 | Female | X
Privetpath | 44 | Male |X | Left (Loga)
Sloestem | 44 | Female | X | Right (Lili)
Lichenface | 44 | Female | X
Starlingtail | 42 | Male |X
Ratwhisker | 39 | Male |X
Burdockfoot | 38 | Female | X
Honeynose | 37 | Female | X
Copperberry | 32 | Female | X
Slatenose | 32 | Male |X
Swallowstorm | 30 | Male |X | Powers
Hawktuft | 28 | Male |X
Darkfur | 28 | Male |X
Aspenthroat | 28 | Male |X
Gooseflight | 28 | Female | X | Powers
Elmstorm | 27 | Female | X
Hazelstone | 27 | Male |X | Blind
Laurelfur | 18 | Male |X
Stormflower | 18 | Male |X
Froststrike | 18 | Female | X
Crowfoot |16 | Male |X
Owlgaze | 16 | Female | X
Foxflower | 16 | Male |X | Blind in one eye
Waxwing | 13 | Male |X
Beetlestep | 13 | Female | X
Magpiefeather | 13 | Female | X
Apprentices:
Mallowpaw | 15 | Male |X
Queens:
Fumitorystorm | 29 | Female | X
Fennelclaw | 36 | Female | X
Kits:
Firkit | 3 | Female | X
Eveningkit | 3 | Female | X
Teaselkit |3 | Male |X
Thistlekit |3 | Male |X
Daisykit |2 | Male |X
Chervilkit | 2 | Male |X
Comfreykit | 2 | Female | X
Hemlockkit | 2 | Female | X
Mothkit | 1 | Female | X
Beekit |1 | Male |X
Elders:
Ivystripe |103 | Male |X | Mute
Patchthorn | 97 | Male |X
Mudfoot | 91 | Female | X
Allies:
Enemies:
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Borders:
North:
Northwest:
Northeast:
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
Squirrel | x2 | 2 servings
Blackbird | x2 | 2 servings
Pigeon | x2 | 2 servings
Pheasant | x2 | 3 servings
Mentors:
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
Oakfeather | (Died aged 94 moons | Female | X - Smoke in lungs
Firepool | (Died aged 35 moons) | Female | X - Killed by fire
Harefoot | (Died aged 75 moons) | Male | X - Crushed by a burning timber
Lizardpath | (Died aged 51 moons) | Male |X | Blind | - Ran into fire
Rookwing | (Died aged 50 moons) | Male |X - Broken neck
Smokeheart | (Died aged 47 moons) | Male |X - Crushed by a burning timber
Mintfang | (Died aged 17 moons) | Male |X - Killed by fire
Morningkit (throat) | (Died aged 2 moons) | Male |X - Crushed by a burning timber
Yewkit (face) | (Died aged 2 moons) | Female | X - Crushed by a burning timber
Silverpaw (stem) | (Died aged 9 moons) | Female | X - Killed by fire
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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