numвer σf catѕ: 21
ѕervingѕ needed: 5
neхt moonpool viѕit: anytime
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Crocusgaze padded into the medicine den one day to find Driftstep waiting for her, wearing the slight smile that was as close to mischievous as the medicine cat ever got. That smile always made the deputy a tingly sort of nervous that lay somewhere between apprehensive and stomach butterflies. “I believe you owe me a mouse?” purred Driftstep. Crocusgaze felt her heart skip a beat. It took her a moment to recall what Driftstep was referring to. “Technically,” she teased back, “fog is a kind of cloud.” “And technically,” Driftstep shot back, “that wasn’t the deal at all.” Crocusgaze laughed. “Alright, alright. A meal for two or will anybody else be dropping in?” The medicine cat’s reply was halfway from bemused to annoyed. “Starclan knows. Cats seem to come and go through here as they please, especially Fogcloud.”
For all her teasing emphasis on the new warrior’s suffix, Crocusgaze noticed a sudden gloom fall over Driftstep when she mentioned him. The deputy hovered in the entryway, unsure of if it would be appropriate for her to ask what was weighing on her friend’s mind. Their relationship was hard to quantify, and Crocusgaze didn’t want to jeopardize it by ignoring Driftstep’s personal barriers. She enjoyed the medicine cat’s company too much to act as blithely as before. But she also cared too much to leave Driftstep stewing all alone. “Driftstep, can I ask what you’re thinking?” For a moment the medicine cat didn’t speak, just stared at her paws in silence. But then she sighed and beckoned Crocusgaze back with a flick of her tail and lifted her head to look her friend in the eyes.
“I’m not...good at speaking with others. With you and Sorrelstar maybe, even with Resinstar on occasion. But with younger cats it’s different. I’ve found, recently, that there’s only so much herbs can do. At some point healing becomes about talking, and that’s not something I can provide. Fogcloud he-" Driftstep glanced away from Crocusgaze, swallowing. She didn’t meet her friend’s eyes again and when she spoke her throat was tight as if her body was physically trying to keep her words inside. “He needs to talk about being transgender. Gopherfang and Elderbloom at least have family- I don’t know what to tell him. I can’t be the support he needs. I-”
Crocusgaze felt her pelt grow hot as Driftstep choked up. Her head was pounding- her heart too. It took effort to keep her voice and body from shaking as she mewed, “Do you not agree with his gender?” Driftstep’s oddly strained laugh kept the deputy from having to decide what her course of action would be if the medicine cat’s answer was unfavorable. “Starclan, Crocusgaze. That’s the exact opposite of it all. I can’t give him gender advice because- because-" Again Driftstep’s body seemed to fight her words. “Because I don’t know about mine.”
Brightpool has just finished settling Bronzekit down to sleep when she heard the sounds of a fight brewing. Leaving the nursery she spotted Pintostream and Moosetracks facing off in the middle of camp. A nervous crowd had started to gather to watch. “Just buzz off Moose. Cats are staring,” Pintostream hissed, bushed tail flicking irritably at his side. “I won’t “buzz off”. Resinstar toldeth us to hunteth togeth’r so we has’t to hunteth togeth’r.” Pintostream scoffed, tossing his head. “I don’t see Resinstar anywhere- do you? Just let it go.” Resinstar was in fact missing from the crowd. Brightpool dimly remembered him saying he was going to show the newcomers around the territory. “He might not be around but I am,” chimed in a third voice- Crocusgaze! “Break it up you two.” Relief flooded through Brightpool at the deputy’s arrival only to be replaced by the return of her nerves, stronger than ever, a heartbeat later.
For a moment Pintostream had appeared to back down, face flushing as he was called out, but as he opened his mouth to stammer something out the previously relatively calm Moosetracks had let out a rumbling growl, his back arching higher. Brightpool surged forwards to step between them; if it came to a fight the much larger Moosetracks could badly injure Pintostream before any cat could pull them apart. “You don’t want to do this,” the shecat mewed softly, as if speaking to a tantruming kit. “Let’s just calm down. Deep breaths, that’s right.” At first it seemed to work. Moosetrack’s hackles fell and his fur began to lie flat as Brightpool soothed him. But then something shifted, Brightpool would never know what, and the tom drew himself back up to his full height and glowered down at her.
“Thee knoweth what? Nay. Nay! I shall not quiet down. I’m not some kit throwing a fit yond thee can sendeth to time out. I’m not a blinking idiot whose ev’ry w’rd thee can writeth off as tush tush talk. I has’t done nothing but holp this clan and hath taken only sc’rn in return. You’ve hath changed mine own name, did laugh at mine own speech, toldeth me I was only valorous f’r dumb muscle w’rk.” His voice, strong and commanding until that moment, cracked as he scanned the gathered cats. None met his gaze but Pintostream, and even he averted his eyes after a few tense heartbeats. “Thee toldeth me I was a clotpole and I almost hath believed me. Nay m’re.” And with that the huge tom whirled around and stalked out of camp, leaving a crowd of speechless cats behind. “Did anyone understand any of that?” Pintostream tried weakly to break the silence after Moosetracks had disappeared. “Oh grow up,” spat Magnoliaslash. No one else paid him any mind.
It was already a chilly Newleaf with the sun more often than not obscured by heavy clouds, but tonight it seemed to Brightpool colder than Leafbare. She wrapped her thoughts around herself like a blanket as she stared across the lake that had once belonged to Aspenclan. Aspenclan, Lilyclan, Wrenclan; would all great clans one day crack and crumble under the pressure of cats being cats? Brightpool could remember Wrenclan’s fall as clear as the lake. She hadn’t been young then exactly, but she had been foolish, taking each day as they came and trusting Starclan would provide. And then one day they didn’t and the family she had taken for granted shattered. Brightpool was left looking for a new home all on her own. Life in Lilyclan had been nothing like life in Wrenclan. There was no Pumastar, no Fauna, no Tumblekit or Thymekit or Scorchkit. Only a war she didn’t believe in. Brightpool had fought out of duty but now she wondered bitterly what duty had ever gotten her. Protecting a strange clan instead of finding her kits, telling the same stories to a spirit instead of being a grandmother.
“Starclan why must you pull at my heart like this?” Brightpool whispered to the star-filled lake. “Can you even hear me? Am I as cut off from you as I am from time?” “Brightpool?” came a quiet squeak, and for a moment Brightpool thought Starclan had answered her. But the mew had come not from the sky but the earth. The flickering form of Bronzekit blinked tiredly up at her. “I’m sleepy. Why are you out here?” Brightpool let her gaze fall across the lake for a heartbeat longer before letting out a soft sigh and getting to her paws. “Let’s go home Bronzekit.”
“Hey handsome, whatcha doing out here all on your lonesome?” Resinstar’s attempt at a debonair attitude was rather ruined by his misjudgment as to how thick the crust of ice was on a particular bank of snow. One leg went plunging through the slush sending him sprawling forwards with a surprised yelp. Claywhistle’s snickers didn’t do anything for Resinstar’s bruises pride. “Looks like I’ve fallen for you,” he quipped with a breathy laugh. The stranger, a solidly built calico tom, chuckled heartily. “I could ask you the same thing tiger. Isn’t this clan territory?” Resinstar had managed to pull himself free of his snowy prison and was currently attempting to shake slush from his pelt. It stubbornly resisted his efforts. “Sure is. I’m Resinstar of Clayclan actually, though you could call me the tom of your dreams.” “Well I don’t know about that. My dreams have been pretty insistent on me finding a cat named Claywhistle actually,” drawled the stranger easily. “Know him?” Besides Resinstar Claywhistle had stopped laughing and instead grew uncharacteristically quiet. “Oh,” managed the Clayclan leader finally. “Oh. Who wants to know?” “Sparksong.”
“Sparksong! You’re here. You’re really here. I- I don’t know to say.” “Then don’t say anything, silly,” purred Sparksong, her words punctuated by hiccups. “It’s so stupid. I had all these things I wanted to say to you. There’s hardly anything I haven’t seen this past year and thought of you and what you would say. But now that you’re here it’s-" “Like your mind has gone blank.” Sparksong’s laughter bubbled watery and unsure in her throat. “Your horrible wonderful puns followed me the whole journey with Smoulder and Flicker. I’ve missed you so much Claywhistle.” “Given our situation would you say you mist me?” “Without a ghost of a doubt.” There was only so much that Smoulder or Resinstar could translate for their companions. Longing looks and warm tones could hardly be put into words and Smoulder didn’t fancy himself enough of a method actor to perfectly convey Sparksong’s sentiments, especially not to a tom he just met. But the joy on Resinstar’s face said what Smoulder had provided was more than enough. Sparksong and Claywhistle were reunited. Together, even if they couldn’t touch.
The tearful reunion was shortly followed by a somewhat confused but no less emotional one when Resinstar and Smoulder made it back to camp. A squat apprentice, later revealed to be Smoulder’s niece, had tackled the calico tom and the pair had wrestled while Resinstar and Tawnymoon exchanged information on their two newcomers. One tour of the territory later the newly named Flickerpaw had temporarily given up trying to bargain her way into the medicine den and agreed to train with Ryepath while Smoulder and Resinstar tried to work out the calico’s new name. “Smoulderspring?” mused Resinstar. “Smouldersong? Smoulderspark?” “Now that last one’s just repetitive. And I’m sensing somewhat of a theme here.” Smoulder’s laugh was a smidge distracted. He glanced lazily around the camp, eyes alighting on each gathered Clayclanner in turn before returning to rest on Resinstar. The leader grew hot under his gaze. Smoulder’s eyes weren’t hawk-like exactly, but they definitely reminded Resinstar of a bird. Perhaps a raven. Intelligent, like he could tell what Resinstar was thinking. Or maybe Resinstar was just overly conscious of himself when Smoulder looked his way.
“Now before you suggest Smouldershoulder-" Smoulder interrupted his thoughts with such an easy grin Resinstar almost forgot the intelligence in his eyes, “-maybe we should give the names a little bit of a rest. Tell me about the whole ghost situation.” The warmth of the sun on his pelt managed to melt most of Resinstar’s bitterness on the subject. “I honestly don’t know that much on it. They’re all from Beechclan, the clan that used to live here, but they’re not sure why they’re here and not in Starclan. Claywhistle was the first. He and the members of Beechclan that made it to Starclan asked me to figure the whole thing out, though frankly I haven’t been doing a very good job of it.” “But surely you’ve got to have some theories,” pressed Smoulder, “Like maybe we’re reincarnations or something. We’re not though right?”
Resinstar laughed and swept a wave of sand idly at a half-dozing Claywhistle. It went right through him of course. “I doubt it. I’m pretty sure I was born before Claywhistle died. Ryepath definitely predates her ghost, though don’t tell her I said that.” “So we’re definitely not bound to ‘retrace the steps of our past’ or anything creepy like that?” “Nah. The past is so passé. Sure Taffytuft and Gustpond’s ghosts were mates, but Ryepath and Tawnymoon aren’t- Wait. Scratch that. Magnoliaslash's and Elderbloom's ghosts weren’t a thing.” Claywhistle nodded to corroborate Resinstar’s knowledge of gossip past and present. His perked ears indicated he was taking a more active interest in the conversation. “Why do you ask?” “Well, it’s mostly because Sparksong is-" Smoulder flicked his tail in the general direction of Crocusgaze “-and I’m-" He nodded at Fogcloud who was trotting into the misty trees.
“Oh,” exclaimed Resinstar for the third time that day. “No that’s definitely not taken into account with the whole ghost thing. Brightpool- I’m not exactly sure where she is right now- her ghost is Claywhistle’s son.” “Well that’s a relief,” tittered Smoulder, truly looking relieved. “The whole not reincarnation thing makes me feel much better. Otherwise talking to you would be extremely awkward. Imagine some ghost declaring us destined to be mates when we barely knew each other!” The calico tom laughed and Resinstar joined in just half a heartbeat later, trying to ignore the sudden surge of disappointment he couldn’t pin the source of.
Veilkit, Turkeykit, and Indigokit rolled around the hollow in front of the nursery, falling over one another as they chased their mother’s tail. Ryepath flicked them a scrap of moss from the sidelines where she lay with Tawnymoon and smiled wryly as the kits quickly abandoned Taffytuft’s tail for the new toy. “Such cute little ones,” Tawnymoon mewed softly as she watched the kittens tumble, then, turning to her companion she continued, “Do you miss yours?” Miss them? After how they treated Gopherfang? Ryepath surprised herself with a small sigh. “From time to time. They’re adults now of course, and they’ve made choices that I don’t agree with that sent us on different paths, but they’re still my kin. But this isn’t about them or even me is it?”
“Excuse me?” Tawnymoon’s indignantly cocked head made Ryepath chuckle fondly. “You miss your kits and you want to talk about them.” “It is about you!” But the hazel tabby only protested for a heartbeat. “But oh, I guess you’re right. It’s hard not knowing where they are or if they’re okay. Even how old they are is up in the air by what Brightpool said. They were little more than kits when the badgers attacked.” “What happened to Blueclan wasn’t your fault.” Ryepath tried to reassure her friend with a few comforting licks. “I know,” replied the former Blueclan leader, though her mew was still mournful. “It all feels like a dream sometimes. A completely different lifetime.” “You won’t lose it, if that’s what you’re worried about. I still remember Prairieclan. I wake up some nights wondering why Peregrinestep isn’t besides me, though Starclan knows I’ve tried to forget him.” “He was your mate right?” Ryepath nodded.
Flashes of her old mate surfaced in her mind unbidden. His tight muscles supporting her after she twisted her ankle playing Chase. How he smelled like sweet summer grass snuggled up besides her to fight the Leafbare chill. The pure joy on his face when he saw their kits for the first time. Ryepath cut off her train of thought before she cycled through more recent events. “I loved him. I think I will always remember what loving him felt like despite how it ended.” Tawnymoon pressed her flank against the tawny warrior but didn’t push for more. Over the past few moons Ryepath had given her the gist of what prompted the former Prairieclanner to travel with her grandkit.
“I understand that. I’ve had different loves for different times of my life. Mallowpool- we were young and passionate. Too giddy with Newleaf love to consider Leafbare. But the responsibilities of leader were heavy and Foxfoot was dependable. Always there. I’ve wrestled with whether I made the right choice choice for so long and honestly? I think I did. I could have done it better. I know I hurt Mallowpool. But he wasn’t the right cat for that stage in my life, just like Foxfoot isn’t the right cat for this stage.” Tawnymoon’s mew had grown quieter as she spoke until her last few words were barely a whisper that Ryepath had to lean close to catch. “But maybe another cat could be?” she ventured tentatively, breathlessly. She felt her heart skip a beat as Tawnymoon purred and leaned her forehead against Ryepath’s chest. “I think so.” “Good,” breathed Ryepath, “because I think so too.”
Fogcloud looked left, then right, then left again before he was satisfied no one was watching him slip off into the woods. Sure celebrating his new warriorship with Gopherfang and Mottledfoot was fun, and so was hanging out with Driftstep and Crocusgaze, but lately he had been feeling a bit adrift. His friends had started walking a little faster than him when they were all on patrol, challenging each other to races up trees and across lakes that Fogcloud couldn’t keep up in and laughing at their own private jokes. Driftstep had retreated and though Fogcloud had tried to help Crocusgaze reach out to her he often felt he was intruding on something intimate. And Resinstar hadn’t been the most present of mentors but now, well, Fogcloud wasn’t completely blind. He knew things were changing with his friends, with his clan, with him even. The knowledge lingered like the spots behind his eyelids that appeared when he stared at something too bright. Intrinsic. Lasting. He could see past it but it would not leave. And something else weighed on his heart.
“Going somewhere?” Webwing’s lilting voice nearly caused Fogcloud to jump out of his pelt. His eyes scanned his surroundings for several heartbeats before focusing on his ghost’s faint outline. “Just following up on a hunch. The webs said I’d have good fortune today.” “Well someone’s gotten suitably cryptic.” “Learned from the best,” chirped Fogcloud easily. The little wisp of fog he had been following tugged at the side of his vision clearer than the rest of the world around it. It was almost as if it was waiting for him. Well, Fogcloud wouldn’t hold it up then. He trotted further into the dewy woods after it.
“Fogcloud?” Webwing again, his mew now tinged with worry. Fogcloud could almost swear he heard the tom’s quickening footfalls as he rushed to catch up with the small calico. “What exactly are you doing?” “The Fog is back,” replied Fogcloud simply. “It can’t- This- I mean this has to just be normal weather. It feels normal.” “Odd for you to doubt me Webwing.” Fogcloud’s mew had a strange tone to it. Sticky almost, like the dampness that clung to his fur. The air grew more misty as he padded further into the woods, but where other cats would have a hard time making out more than vague shapes Fogcloud could see with perfect clarity. “Fogcloud, please let’s just go back,” Webwing pleaded but the explorer brushed him off. “In a minute. I just want to see one thing.” Then the woods grew silent save for the padding of paws.
Driftstep tossing in her nest. Rising. Pacing. Sorting herbs, dashing them, sorting them again. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. The walls are crashing in on her. Open your mouth; say something!
Blink.
Stars shine coldly from above, below, all around. Branches made of the sky. They don’t move. The milky river does not churn. Kits tumble laughing inaudibly. A pure white tom smiles at them and then looks up. Meets your gaze. Sleetfoot!
Blink.
He’s starving. Rib bones jut through matted muddy fur. Orange once but now just brown. Forgotten brown. Crud. Scraps of meat drip from his maw. It’s hard to swallow. Hard to watch. Your son wastes away from lack of conversation.
Blink.
Claws catching fur. Tearing flesh. Unborn sister fights unborn brother. A war that never happened, is always happening. Bodies choke the river. Tens go down, dozens keep fighting. There is no rest in a revolution. There is no rest for you.
Blink.
When did Crocusgaze enter the den? She was always there. Foreheads pressed together. Purrs. Unintelligible comfort. Two cram a nest built for one. Malice lingers by the door. You must say something!
Blink.
The stars again.
Blink.
Lingering death.
Blink.
Slaughter.
Blink.
Sleep.
Blink.
Sky.
Blink.
Death. Death. Death.
Eyes well with tears that never stop flowing. An eternal cup of sorrow floweth over. All time and no time. Things that never were and always will be. Eternity’s end? Not yet. Maybe never.
Resinstar shot awake.
Driftstep knew she was dreaming, she had to be, but that didn’t stop the rush of relief from flooding her body when she saw her mother alive. Melinda’s white fur glowed in the sunlight. The way she threw back her head as she laughed at one of the elders’ stories was infectious. The sound felt like home; the chatter of the clowder was like a lullaby. But then came a discordant note. The scene suddenly darkened, like a cloud had covered the sun. A cloud of hissing whirling fur, Driftstep realized looking up. “Mother!” She tried to yowl a warning, but her cry was quickly swallowed. The rogues blotted out the sky and their snarls overwhelmed all sound. The mass of cats surged and crashed, obliterating all in their path. This was what Gustpond must have meant by the sea, was all the Driftstep could think before the wave crashed over her and everything went dark.
Her waking heart still raced. It took Driftstep several moments to gain control of her breathing, and even longer to stop glancing over her shoulder compulsively. Nothing greeted her but an empty quiet night, not even Sorrelstar who had been absent more and more often lately. She tried to calm herself by sorting through her herbs but what should have been a calming repetitive motion just felt pointless and stifling. In a fit of frustration Driftstep swiped her paw through the neat little piles she arranged, messing up all her work. Feeling a pang of guilt she started reorganizing them all again only to stop halfway through. What was the point? Shoving leaves this way and that was doing nothing to alleviate the dread that weighed heavy in Driftstep’s stomach. The rouges- if they came for her and hurt Clayclan she didn’t know what she’d do. Crocusgaze, Fogcloud, even Resinstar- Driftstep couldn’t bare to lose any of them.
“Driftstep have you seen Fog- hey are you okay?” Just when Driftstep’s thoughts were beginning to get the best of her the appearance of Crocusgaze brought her back to reality. “I’m-" Driftstep couldn’t say okay. Lying to her friend didn’t feel right, especially when Crocusgaze might be the only one who really understood. “I had a dream and, well I’m scared your group might be after me.” Crocusgaze was silent for a moment and Driftstep couldn’t bring herself to turn around and look at her. They’d talked a little about the rouge group Crocusgaze had been a part of and what they had done to Driftstep, but mostly both parties had avoided the subject. Driftstep waited tensely for her friend’s reaction. She would admit to jolting when Crocusgaze pressed their foreheads together and began to purr softly.
“Did Starclan say anything?” “No.” Driftstep opened her eyes but couldn’t quite meet her friend’s gaze. She was embarrassed by how her mew wavered. “It was just a nightmare. I know it’s stupid but the fear keeps lingering. I’m just really scared.” Crocusgaze gently started coaxing the medicine cat to her nest. “It’s okay. I won’t let them hurt you. I won’t let them hurt any of us.” “Would you stay with me tonight?” “Course I will.” And with Crocusgaze’s large form encircling her own small frame Driftstep was finally able to sleep.
After such a stressful night the morning should have broken long and warm and smooth, but instead Driftstep and Crocusgaze were jolted awake by a sharp panicked mew before the sun had burned through the early morning fog. “Driftstep!” Gopherfang has practically burst into the den, followed shortly by an equally nervous Mottledfoot whose bushy tail swished back and forth frantically. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Crocusgaze was out of the nest before Driftstep could even slur a “What time is it?”. Mottledfoot’s surprise at the deputy’s unexpected appearance was quickly overridden by the urgency of the whatever she and Gopherfang had come to ask. “Have you seen Fogcloud? He’s been missing since yesterday afternoon.”
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「xxxxxxxxDrift goes herb huntingxxxxxxxxxx
Drift practices medicine
Moose, Mottled, Gopher, Smoulder hunt
↪ Gopher catches +1 prey
Drift treats Ivy's shrapnel
↪ x1 dandelion & x1 oak leaf used
xxxxxxxxxxResin, Magnolia, Elder patrolxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxPinto, Tawny, Gust, Bright gatherxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxCrocus trains Ivyxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxRye trains Flickerxxxxxxxxxx
↪ Rye teaches 2 skills
Rye & Tawny become mates
xxxxxxx1 water fowl & x1 small fish eatenxxx」
- [1/1] leader [5/5]
Resinstar | 41 moons | Tom | ♬
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
deputy
Crocusgaze | 38 moons | Shecat | ♫
[1/2] medicine cat [5/5]
Driftstep | 35 moons | Shecat? | ♪
SP: ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿
[13/20] warriorѕ [5/5]
Ryepath | 61 moons | Shecat | ♩
↪ safer births, x2 skills taught, ???
Tawnymoon | 59 moons | Shecat | ♩
Gustpond | 54 moons | Tom | ♩
Brightpool | 47 moons | Shecat | ♩
Smoulderflight | 42 moons | Tom | ♩
Pintostream | 37 moons | Tom | ♩
Moosetracks | 34 moons | Tom | ♩
Magnoliaslash | 28 moons | Shecat | ♩
Elderbloom | 28 moons | Shecat | ♩
Gopherfang | 22 moons | Genderfluid | ♩
↪ +1 prey caught, ???
Mottledfoot | 21 moons | Shecat | ♩♩
Fogcloud | 15 moons | Tom | ♩
[2/10] apprenticeѕ [5/5]
Ivypaw | 13 moons | Shecat |♩
Flickerpaw | 10 moons | Shecat | ♩
[4/10] queenѕ [5/5]
Taffytuft | 52 moons | Shecat | ♩
kitѕ
Indigokit | 1 moon | Shecat | ♩
Turkeykit | 1 moon | Shecat | ♩
Veilkit | 1 moon | Tom | ♩
[0/5] elderѕ [5/5]
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ghoѕtѕ
Claywhistle | Tom | Resinstar | ♭
Sorrelstar | Shecat | Driftstep | ♭
Malloweyes | Shecat | Crocusgaze | ♭
Honeyfur | Shecat | Ryepelt | ♭
Momomoon| Shecat | Tawnymoon | ♭
Stormripple | Tom | Gustpond | ♭
Bronzekit | Tom | Brightpool | ♭
Sparksong | Shecat | Smoulderflight | ♭
Carpstorm | Shecat | Pintostream | ♭
Lupinekit | Tom | Moosetracks | ♭
Burntsoul | Shecat | Magnoliaslash | ♭
Warblerkit | Shecat | Elderbloom | ♭
Minnowpaw | Tom | Gopherfang | ♭
Flaxpool | Shecat | Mottledfoot | ♭
Webwing | Tom | Fogcloud | ♭
Brushfire | Tom | Ivypaw |♭
Smoothpetal | Shecat | Flickerpaw | ♭
Salmoncress | Shecat | Taffytuft | ♭
Aspenkit | Tom | Indigokit | ♭
Sunheart | Tom | Turkeykit | ♭
Pigeonpaw | Shecat | Veilkit | ♭
- ally clanѕ:
Groveclan | solyn
Forestclan | Simonpet
Echoclan | katrione
enemy clanѕ:
Clan Name | Username
вorderѕ:
North | Jinxclan | vampiress_fox
East | Aspenclan | dispersed
West | Soulclan | krazykitty00
South | Leafclan | dispersed
medicine ѕtore:
Alder bark | eases toothaches- 1
Bindweed | binds sticks together- 1
Blackberry leaf | eases bee stings- 1
Borage | aids in milk production & fevers- 2
Bright-eye | cures coughs- 1
Burdock root | numbs rat bites & infections- 1
Burnet | traveling herb, stops bleeding- 1
Catchweed | sticks poultices- 1
Catmint | combats greencough- 2
Celadine | soothes damaged eyes- 1
Chamomile | traveling herb, soothes spirit- 3
Chervil | cures infections & bellyaches- 2
Chickweed | combats greencough- 1
Cobweb | stops bleeding, binds bones- 2
Coltsfoot | aids breathing & sore paws- 1
Comfrey root | eases aches, itching, burns- 1
Daisy leaf | traveling herb, eases joints- 1
Dandelion | eases bee stings, painkiller- 0
Dock | soothes scratches & paw pads- 1
Elder leaf | soothes sprains- 1
Fennel | soothes hip pain, eases kitting- 2
Feverfew | reduces temp, heals headaches- 1
Goldenrod | heals general wounds- 2
Goatweed | eases grief- 1
Hawkweed | combats greencough- 1
Honey | soothes infections, throats, coughs- 1
Horsetail | treats infection, bleeding- 1
Ivy leaf | stores herbs, acts as plaster- 1
Juniper | soothes bellyaches, breathing- 1
Lamb's ear | gives strength- 2
Lavender | cures fever & chills- 1
Lovage | cures coughs- 1
Mallow leaf | soothes bellyaches- 1
Marigold | stops infection & bleeding, joints- 1
Mint | hides death scent- 1
Mouse bile | cures ticks- 1
Oak leaf | prevents infection- 0
Parsley | dries milk, soothes bellyaches- 1
Poppy seeds | soothes shock, aids sleep- 1
Ragwort | soothes joints, gives strength- 1
Raspberry leaf | stops pain & bleeding- 2
Rosemary | hides death scent- 1
Rush | supports broken limbs- 1
Sorrel | gives strength, ups appetite- 1
Stinging nettle | aids swelling, breaks, etc- 1
Tansy | cures coughs & poison, greencough- 2
Watermint | soothes bellyaches- 1
Wild garlic | prevents infections- 1
Wintergreen | treats wounds and poison- 1
Yarrow | removes poison, heals paws- 1
freѕh-kill pile:
Minnows | x2 | 1 serving
Small fish | x3 | 2 servings
Water fowl | x6 | 3 servings
Voles | x4 | 1 serving
Squirrel | x0 | 2 servings
Shrews | x6 | 1 serving
mentorѕ:
Crocusgaze | Ivypaw | 3
↪ climbing, swimming, hunting
Ryepath | Flickerpaw | 0
↪ n/a
ѕtarclan:
Cat Name | Cause of Death
familieѕ:
Resinstar ♡ Ivy
Driftstep ♡ n/a
Crocusgaze ♡ n/a
Ryepath ♡ Tawnymoon
Gustpond ♡ Taffytuft
Brightpool ⌇ Ty
Smoulderingflight ♡ n/a
Pintostream ♡ n/a
Moosetracks ♡ n/a
Magnoliaslash ♡ Elderbloom
Fogcloud ♡ n/a
Ivypaw ♡ n/a
