RavenClan

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:09 pm

R A V E N C L A N

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RavenClan Camp

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:11 pm

Ravenclan, named after the ravens seen frequently around thair terrirtory, is a group of cats that reside in an old Louisiana cemetery. The cemetery is no longer 'open' and many graves have been relocated, leaving empty spaces in the ground and in buildings. The main camp is a square section with small, empty mausoleums. The doors and plaques have been removed/knocked in, leaving dens for the cats. Inside, they are relatively clean, but there are some vines and moss. There are indents in the walls where the cats sleep. Usually, mates or close friends will share a sleeping space. The largest mausoleum is taken by the warriors. The apprentices, nursery, and elders have their own as well (largest to smallest). The leader's den is opposite the warriors and has another, smaller building branching off of it, which is used as the shaman's den.

The shaman has equal power to the leader. The cats of RavenClan are extremely religious and often use the words of their ancestors to guide them. When the spirits have something to say, a raven will appear on a specific headstone behind the shaman's den, waiting to lead the shaman to the spirit stone. The death of a shaman is an extremely sad occasion, and all cats will hold a silent vigil through the night. All of the shamans are buried in a separate place, near the spirit stone. To determine the next shaman, the raven will lead the shaman to the stone to receive the name of the lucky kit. The kit will always be blood related to the previous shaman, however they must prove that they have the Shaman's Gift of talking with spirits and determining omens before they are fully trained as a shaman. Shamans are almost always male, but occasionally a female will be chosen. Due to this, shamans are allowed to take a mate and kits, but they can only have one litter.

Forbidden relationships aren't so forbidden in RavenClan. Though many others may see the Clan as peculiar and a bit crazy, they are actually very level-headed. They do not think that a cat should be separated from those he or she loves, regardless of Clan, gender, and other factors. Their only requirement is that at least one kit is raised in RavenClan. However there are some restrictions. Usually cats can only take one mate, even if they pass. Of course, cats can take another mate, but not at the same time.

Ravenclan's territory is the cemetery in its entirety. They can find mice, rats, rabbits, and squirrels throughout. However there is also a river near the cemetery. There they fish and can find frogs. They will never eat a bird, since they believe birds are the gateway to the spirits. A dead bird is always a bad omen. Many kits are named after birds for good success.

Most cats are strays from the surrounding town. They can be any breed, but extremely fluffy cats aren't common. Oriental cats seem to be very common, as well as other shorthaired cats. Any pelt colors can be found.

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:12 pm

Number of Cats: 01 toms ; 00 mollies ; 01 total| Next Starclan Visit: now | Mod Notes: Hi! I am fine with both color-ins and pictures, but I would prefer color-ins ^^

The ginger tom weaved through the rows of headstones. He heard the caw of the crow that flapped nonchalantly above him. The cat swatted at the overgrown grass that had taken over the abandoned graveyard. The crow flew swiftly ahead, much to the cat’s dismay. He sighed and quickened his pace, ignoring the itchy vegetation that dragged along his flank. It wasn’t long until he saw the bird circling four buildings. Once it saw the cat’s ginger fur, it started to land, perching on a nearby headstone. The cat pushed his way through the bushes with a huff, walking up next to the stone the bird was standing on. The cat licked his lips hesitantly. “This is it?” He asked, looking at the crow. The bird blinked let out a soft squawk. The tom nodded and the crow flapped its wings, lifting itself off the stone and flying off towards the river. The cat swallowed and moved his gaze from the disappearing bird to the courtyard. ‘Okay, Weaselmask, you got this.’ He thought, then caught himself ‘It’s Weaselstar now.’ That would definitely take some getting used to. He shook out his pelt, attempting to loosen the remnants of the grass that he had waded through. He lifted a paw and set it down on the cracked stone. Weaselstar lifted himself on the little ridge of the square. His eyes flicked around to each one of the large buildings in front of him. He decided the largest one would be for the warriors and the one across the square would be his. While exploring his den, he noticed it was split in two. One side had a mini room branching off of it. The thought of a medicine den came to him. The small room would be useful for storing herbs. He claimed the other side as his den. After exploring the rest of the dens and assigning ranks, the sun was already setting. Weaselstar sighed as he saw the golden rays reflecting off of the distant city buildings. An ache formed in his chest as he suddenly remembered the life he was leaving behind. He shook it off and turned to enter his den. His old life was behind him now, and there was no use looking back. The spirits had chosen him to start RavenClan, and that was exactly what he planned on doing. He would make a great, strong group of cats. He found some scraps of soft ivy and moss growing between the cracks in the stone and scraped some up. The leader collected the lumps and carried the bundles into his den. He chose a carved out portion in the wall and set up his nest. He laid down and snuggled into the warm vegetation. His eyelids felt oddly heavy and sleep called out to him. Before he drifted into the comfortable darkness, he asked the spirits to send him a shaman. One was needed to communicate and heal. After sending his prayer, he let sleep envelope him.

Patrol: Weaselstar
Hunting: Weaselstar
Training: n/a
Rank Changes: Weaselstar becomes the first leader of RavenClan
Herb Collection: n/a
Mates/Births: n/a
Other: Weaselstar requests a shaman

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:12 pm

Number of Cats: 02 toms ; 01 mollies ; 03 total| Next Starclan Visit: 10/30 | Mod Notes: please no deaths or injuries atm!

It was late afternoon when Weaselstar heard the tell tale call of the crow. His ears shot up and his head lifted from his paws. He jumped down from his ledge and hurried out of his den. As he rounded the corner of his building and was met with two cats on either side of the headstone. The leader’s whiskers twitched in amusement. The bird must have taken a liking to whoever’s grave that was, as it was resting in the same position as when he had been led to the camp. The two cat’s gaze shifted from each other to Weaselstar. The tom straightened his back and stood proudly. He took a few steps forward until he got close enough to be heard. “Welcome,” He meowed firmly “My name is Weaselstar, leader of RavenClan. I trust that one of you is the shaman I asked the spirits for?” The crow chirped hopping closer to the ginger tom, picking a small piece of leaf from his ear fur. The tom flicked the ear and took a bold step forward. “My name is Droserathorn.” He bowed his head in greeting “I’m sorry for the delay, but I came from the other side of the two-leg territory and it took a few days to cross it.” Weaselstar smiled warmly at the new shaman. He turned his head to face the brown she-cat that came with him. “And you are?” He meowed amiably, but cautious. The she-cat swallowed and looked at the ginger tom. Droserathorn nodded with a smile. “My name is Kitewhisker. I met Droserathorn in the city.” She introduced “He told me that he was going to join a group of cats and I asked him if I could tag along.” She paused and looked over Weaselstar’s shoulder “Though, I don’t see many other cats.” Weaselstar shuffled his paws and looked at the stone floor sheepishly. “Yes, well, sorry to disappoint, but you two are technically the first members of RavenClan.” Droserathorn raised an eyebrow. “Really?” he meowed, his curious expression soon turned into one of excitement “That’s awesome! Gives me time to build up a medicine supply before someone gets injured.” He nodded respectfully to the crow and the bird flapped away. The shaman joined his leader on the platform. “So the bird told me that you have assigned dens for us?” Weaselstar blinked in surprise. How did it know? And, more importantly, how did it communicate with Droserathorn? He shook his head subtly and then smiled at the shaman. “Yes, I have.” He confirmed “Follow me, I’ll give you two a tour of camp.” Kitewhisker smiled and hopped up on the platform, following her new leader to the first building.

As the sun set, the cats dispersed, going to their separate dens. Droserathorn had been very grateful for his section of Weaselstar’s building. The shaman had bounced around like a small kit, examining each section of carved out wall to determine which herb would go where. He decided that the small room off of the main den would be his storage, and the den will remain reserved for nesting any sick cats. Weaselstar figured he should make sure Kitewhisker had made herself a good nest before heading to his own. He stepped out into the moonlight and crossed the clearing swiftly. He cleared his throat before entering, so he didn’t scare the jumpy she-cat. Kitewhisker turned to see who was at the entrance and smiled through a bundle of moss. She had chosen the middle cave on the second of three levels. Weaselstar entered and made his way over to the right wall. She paused for a moment and laid down in her new sleeping area. “Hey.” The leader purred “Just checking in on your progress.” Kitewhisker sighed with a small laugh. “Yea, thanks. I had a bit of trouble at first, but I think I’ve got the weaving process down!” Weaselstar tilted his head. “Weaving?” He pondered. The warrior nodded and moved over so the leader could stand beside her. He bunched his muscles and jumped into the cave. He examined the nest. Kitewhisker lifted a paw and touched the nest. “See? I got reeds from the riverbed and wove them into a little bowl.” She explained. Flattening the moss that cushioned the reed nest, she stepped into her spot, curling up and tucking in her paws. The nest was the perfect size and she fit snugly into the shape. Weaselstar smiled and nodded in approval. “I’m impressed!” He purred “You’ll have to teach the rest of the cats who join. It looks very sturdy.” He pressed his paw against the hardened outside, confirming his observation. She blushed and shrugged. “Just a little trick I learned during my time on the streets.” She meowed softly. Weaselstar blinked. “We should exchange stories tomorrow, but for now, get some rest. We have a lot to do in the morning.” He meowed. Leaping down from the ledge, he nodded a farewell to the warrior and retreated to his own den.

Patrol: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker
Hunting: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker
Training: n/a
Rank Changes: Droserathorn and Kitewhisker join the Clan
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: n/a
Other: n/a

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:13 pm

Number of Cats: 02 toms ; 02 mollies ; 04 total| Next Starclan Visit: 10/30 | Mod Notes: please no deaths or injuries atm!

Weaselstar sat near the entrance of his den. RavenClan wasn’t growing as fast as he would have liked, but he wasn’t necessarily surprised at the lack of new members. Though they never received snow, leaf-bare could bring cold temperatures and some bitter winds. Cats were no doubt seeking shelter if they could, and not many rogues were wandering around the area surrounding the territory. The leader was still hoping some might be out and about. They needed more prey if they wanted to survive, which meant more cats were needed to hunt. Maybe he could send out patrols with a wider radius in hopes of attracting more attention. He was so busy plotting ways to induct more cats that Weaselstar didn’t hear Droserathorn slip silently from his side of the building. “Good morning, Weaselstar.” The shaman meowed. Even though his tone was calm, it still made the leader jump. Droserathorn noticed this and a smirk rose to his face. “Deep in thought.” He observed “What about?” The leader scooted to his right, allowing his companion to join him. “Just about the Clan.” He sighed “I was hoping we’d get more than two warriors by now.” The shaman nodded. “That’s fair. I’m still unsure about Skinknose. She doesn’t seem like she’s well-versed in hunting.” Droserathorn noticed. Weaselstar tilted his head. “I suppose she’s not, but that’ll come with time. Every warrior has to start somewhere.” He assured. Skinknose had wandered into the cemetery a few days ago, in search for shelter behind some of the stones. Kitewhisker had been doing a solo hunt and practically tripped over her. The newcomer was small and stealthy, but also extremely clumsy. She hadn’t talked much to the toms, but she and Kitewhisker seemed to be getting along fine. In fact, Weaselstar realized that the brown she-cat mainly stayed with Kitewhisker in the warriors den. The leader fluffed out his pelt as a small, but cold breeze swirled around them. With the gust came the eerie sound of a squawking bird. Curious, the two toms raised their eyes to the sky. Droserathorn rose to his paws as he saw the brown crow circling overhead. It drifted down and rested on the top of the leader’s den. It cawed loudly at the ginger tom and he nodded. “I forgot to tell you that I’m going to visit the spirits today.” He informed Weaselstar “Last night, I was told to follow the crow and speak with the ancestors.” The leader raised an eyebrow. “Our Clan was formed three moons ago. What ancestors do we have?” He asked. Droserathorn only shrugged. “I’ll find out, I guess.” He meowed “See you tomorrow morning.” The crow burst off the ledge and glided out into the territory. Weaselstar nodded his farewell and Droserathorn followed in the bird’s wake.

The tom’s paws dragged along the ground. His eyelids grew heavy and he was having a hard time keeping his head up. Droserathorn and the bird had traveled far from camp and in all honesty, the shaman wouldn’t know how to get back. The camp was towards the front of the cemetery, but they were going to the back. He knew the territory was big, but he didn’t know it spanned several hills and small groves of trees. The exhaustion of walking and the darkness of the sky above made Droserathorn want to flop down on the nearest bed of moss and sleep forever. He started to close his eyes when the crow screeched loudly above him. His head snapped up and he glared at the bird. “Will you be quiet?” Droserathorn shouted at it “All you have to do is flap your stupid wings. Your feet don’t hurt, and you aren’t tired. When are we stopping?” The bird stopped abruptly and circled around him, perching on a bare tree branch. The tom’s eyes moved tiredly from the bird and to the small hill that loomed before him. Looking at the stones around him, Droserathorn could tell that not many two-legs visited this place. The rounded slabs were cracked and filled with greenery. Moss and vines clung to the stones, and the writing was barely visible. Even though he was still on the verge of collapse, caution filled every hair on the shaman’s pelt as he took a wary step forward. He slowly crept to the foot of the hill, where there was a small tunnel, the perfect size for a cat like himself to wiggle through. He tried to sniff the air that drifted from the opening, but it just smelled cold and clean. A small rustling noise was flowing from the tunnel and he leaned in closer to hear it. Suddenly, the crow called again, shooting a wave of surprise and fear through Droserathorn’s body. After realizing it was only the bird, he scowled at it, muttering curses under his breath. “You really expect me to go into a dark tunnel I’ve never seen before?” He called “You’re an even crazier bird than I thought.” The crow hopped down to meet the cat, bouncing along the ground. It stopped at the tom’s hind paws for a moment, then gave his leg a harsh peck. “Ow!” The shaman cried, leaping away from his companion “If you’re so eager, why don’t you go in?” The bird seemed to roll its eyes, and started to hop into the tunnel. Soon, its glossy black feathers molded with the darkness in the tunnel. After a few heartbeats, Droserathron grew anxious. He took a step closer and pushed his head into the walkway. “Hey bird,” He whispered loudly “Are you dead?” He perked an ear and listened carefully. Another caw rang through the tunnel, echoing against the packed walls. It was a signal that the bird was, in fact, alive. Droserathorn bit the inside of his cheek and stood up straight. The dream did say to follow the bird and his job as a shaman was to listen to the spirits. He sighed heavily and looked over his shoulder. Clenching his jaw, he took a deep breath and stepped inside the tunnel.

The tiredness in Droserathorn’s body was replaced with apprehension and curiosity. His sense of time warped as he padded down the dark tunnel. He could have been walking for three minutes or three hours for all he knew. But eventually, he noticed that the tunnel was becoming wider, and soon he was emerging into a small underground cave. He stepped onto a stone platform, overlooking a small river that divided the cave in half. Above the river, an opening in the top of the cave allowed moonlight to flood through and illuminate the clearing. Droserathorn walked forward in awe, taking in the view of the dazzling stone walls. The stream trickled in front of him as he kept walking. Another harsh cry from the crow startled him. He looked around and found it beside him. Confused, he tilted his head. The crow hopped closer to the edge of the stone. The tom followed it and gazed at the flowing water. Suddenly, he understood that he had to drink from the stream. He didn’t know how he knew, but he decided to follow his gut. He bent down and settled in a comfortable position. He took a deep breath and stretched his neck to reach the water. He lapped at the stream and as soon as the cool liquid met his tongue, he was coaxed into sleep.

Droserathorn opened his eyes. He wasn’t in the cave anymore. Now, he was laying in a black field. It wasn’t empty, it looked like a clearing in a forest. But he didn’t see any of the green vegetation around him. Instead, it was dark and glossy, like the bushes and trees weren’t really there. “That’s because they’re not.” A voice echoed calmly. The tom turned his head, trying to see the speaker. A sleek black cat padded out from behind one of the bushes. “At least not yet. This forest comes alive when you die. After all, this is the home of the spirits.” The bluntness of the speaker made confusion swirl in the shaman’s head. He rose to his paws, but the stranger was already in front of him. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Droserathorn. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The ginger tom took a slight step back. “I can’t say the same about you.” He murmured cautiously. The cat dipped his head with a smile. “Ah, yes. Unfortunately it can be rather difficult to communicate with you mortals.” He meowed. He flicked his black tail and raised his eyes to meet Droserathorn’s. The piercing red-orange color sent shivers down the shaman’s spine. It was then that he noticed the temperature. It wasn’t warm, but it also wasn’t cold. It felt like an early leaf-fall morning. Crisp, but not unbearable. “Another thing that will change at your death.” The cat smiled “The afterlife is warm and filled with joy, don’t worry, but you do have to be dead to feel all of the effects.” Droserathorn blinked in surprise. “Who are you?” He breathed “How can you hear my thoughts?” The cat shrugged “Oh, I have many labels. But actually, none are right. Things assume I don’t have a normal name, but they’re wrong. Of course, you can’t pronounce my name. It’s not in your language.” He rambled. Droserathorn huffed, blinking expectantly. “Right, well, anyways. You can call me Aita. Oh, and for your thoughts. It’s just a perk of the job, I suppose.” Droserathorn’s mind spun at all of the new information. “Job? What exactly do you do.” Aita shrugged. “Look after your spirits mainly. But now, I look after just your Clan in particular!” He purred, sounding proud of himself. The shaman tilted his head, asking why. “Well, I mean, lots of deities have their own Clans. So, I located Weaselstar and helped him make RavenClan.” The tom took a large step back as Aita grew closer. “No, no!” Aita soothed “Don’t be afraid. Please. I have no ill intentions for you. In fact, just the opposite! I want you to succeed! I want RavenClan to prosper and I want my cats to be happy. Then, when you’ve spent all of your time in the mortal realm, you’ll join me.” The cat swallowed. “S-So you’re like the spirit leader?” Droserathorn asked “You’re our guardian?” Aita hopped swiftly. “Yes! Exactly. I’m like your guardian.” His black pelt rippled with excitement. “I hope you’re okay with that. I mean, having me look after you.” He meowed. Droserathorn felt himself relax. The aura the guardian gave off made him feel safe. He gave the cat a smile. “I’m glad that we have someone to help us.” He dipped his head “If I ever find my way out of this place, I’ll make sure to tell the Clan about you.” His eyes scanned the surrounding area, trying to find an exit route. The iconic sound of the bird crowing pushed its way into his head. He felt himself become groggy and he looked down to see his paws become blurry. “Oh yea, I forgot.” Aita added quickly “If you need something from me, just tell the bird. That’s how I observe you all. Smart things, birds are. Don’t take them for granted.” Droserathorn scoffed. “This bird seems a bit harsh.” Aita smiled. “Yea.” He chuckled “Sorry about Voire. She can be a bit impatient sometimes. She’ll warm up to you, though. Just give it time.” The shaman nodded, noticing that he was starting to fade even more, and he could hear the rushing of the stream. “Nice meeting you, I guess.” He told Aita, dipping his head in farewell. Aita returned his nod and disappeared in a cloud of fog. A moment later, Droserathorn slowly opened his eyes. Sunlight drifted into the cavern and he hadn’t moved an inch. He could tell since his legs were cramped and stiff. The water continued its steady flow next to him. He turned to see the bird and blinked at it. “Voire, is it?” He meowed. It gave a small hop and blinked at him. “Are you going to be nicer to me on the way back home?” The bird just pecked at the ground and turned, leading the shaman out of the cave and back to the campsite.

Patrol: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker, Skinknose
Hunting: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker, Skinknose
Training: n/a
Rank Changes: Skinknose joins the Clan
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: n/a
Other: n/a

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:14 pm

Number of Cats: 03 toms ; 03 mollies ; 06 total| Next Starclan Visit: now | Mod Notes: please no deaths or injuries atm!

It was a nice, sunny morning and Weaselstar was basking happily in the sun. He sat tall, spine bending to give his chest some sun. His eyes were closed and his whiskers twitched in content. He heard the pawsteps of someone behind him, and the scent of his shaman drifted towards him. The tom paused next to the leader and flopped down, sprawling out like a lion in the shade. “Hello, Droserathorn.” Weaselstar meowed happily, not opening his eyes. His companion just let out a grumble and yawned. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked somewhat amused. “It is a lovely morning. I’d be a fool not to take advantage of the warmth.” The leader shot back calmly “Plus, I have to admit, knowing there is someone looking after us makes me feel more at ease.” He was referring to the Guardian, as they had decided to call him, that Droserathorn had met the moon earlier. They both agreed that calling him ‘Aita’ was a bit too informal, and figured that they should have respect for the deity guarding them. “Really?” The shaman asked, sounding surprised “You don’t think it’s a bit odd?” Weaselstar’s eyes slowly blinked open. He tilted his head, considering, then shook it, saying “Honestly, I think it’s kind of cool.” Droserathorn shrugged and flicked an ear, turning his head to survey the camp. It had been a few moons since the Clan was formed, and cats were starting to fit into their places nicely. As time went on, the shaman had gotten more comfortable around everyone. Being relaxed meant that he was more open. He and Weaselstar had spent a lot of time talking together, especially since they shared a building for a den. Some cats might have found Droserathorn’s newly revealed attitude to be blunt and sarcastic, but Weaselstar knew there was more to him than that. The two sat in silence before Weaselstar scooted closer, satisfied with his sunlight intake. “You know,” He meowed, grunting as he laid next to his friend “When I was a kit, my mother used to say that all of our past ancestors look after us. Do you think that’s true?” Droserathorn took a deep breath and glanced at the leader’s curious face before squinting back at the camp. “I dunno.” He sighed “It looked kinda empty when I was up there.” Though he wasn’t looking at his friend, he could feel the tom’s shoulders sag slightly in disappointment. The shaman swallowed and smiled, turning his head to watch Weaselstar. “I’m sure it’ll fill up with RavenClan spirits, though.” He reassured. That seemed to be enough to cheer up the leader. “You’re probably right.” He grinned “Although I hope we can go for a long time without having a RavenClan spirit. I’d like to keep my cats alive, thank you very much.” Droserathorn chuckled. Relief replaced the alarm that was growing in his chest. He didn’t want to rupture his friend’s idea of a happy afterlife. “So were you part of a Clan when you were little?” He asked. Weaselstar shook his head. “No, but my mother was. She taught me everything I know about being a warrior. If she could see me now! Apparently my father was the deputy of her clan, so I guess it’s in my blood.” Droserathorn nodded in approval. Weaselfur leaned over to his friend, nudging him with his shoulder. “What about you?” He asked “What’s your story? You haven’t told me much about your past.” The shaman shrugged, looking back to the clearing. “Eh, there’s not a lot to tell.” He sighed “My father wasn’t from around here and my mother died when I was young. Dad looked after me ‘n my brother, always there for us.” Weaselstar’s face lit up with excitement. “You have a brother?” He gasped “Oh, I’d loved to meet him some time!” The shaman didn’t reciprocate the leader’s cheery grin. “Not likely.” He meowed “He and his two legs moved out of the town a few moons back.” His amber eyes caught Kitewhisker exiting the warriors den. He took a deep breath and pulled himself to his paws. “I should probably get going. Herbs aren’t going to collect themselves.” He meowed. The leader looked a bit disappointed, obviously wanting to chat more, but nodded in agreement after a heartbeat. “Sure, see you later.” Droserathorn dipped his head and padded up to Kitewhisker, joining in her stride. “Mornin’ Kitewhisker.” He meowed with a smile “Ready to go herb hunting?” The she-cat furrowed her brow and gave a small smile. “Oh, I’m sorry Droserathorn.” She sighed “I have to train Cypresspaw this morning.” At the mention of his name, the clan’s first and only apprentice came bouncing from his den to the pair of them. “Hey! Are we leaving now?” He asked excitedly. Cypresspaw was an older apprentice, already fully grown with the frame of a strong young tom, but he lacked the basic skills of a warrior and needed to be mentored. Kitewhisker had been the obvious choice. She was the first warrior and took helped Weaselstar with tasks around camp. She was no doubt just as eager as her new apprentice. “Yes, sorry for the wait,” she purred “Are you ready?” Cypresspaw nodded furiously and blinked happily at Droserathorn. “See ya around!” He meowed, turning and walking into the maze of stones beyond the camp next to his mentor, leaving the shaman alone on the edge of camp.

Droserathorn bitterly stomped through the territory. It wasn’t like him to be jealous. Oh, who was he kidding, of course it was. It was one of his defining traits, as his father used to say. He had no real reason to be jealous of Cypresspaw, he just missed Kitewhisker. The two had become fast friends as she volunteered to come scout out herbs with him regularly. He didn’t fancy her, and he was sure that Cypresspaw didn’t either, but the walk to the garden was a lonely one without his companion. ‘Why couldn’t Skinknose be his mentor?’ As soon as he thought it, he knew exactly why. Skinknose wasn’t a bad warrior at all, she just had tendencies to be airy and struggled to pay attention at times. Suddenly, a rogue vine pulled him, quiet literally, out of his thought train, dragging him to the ground and causing him to hit his chin against the hardened ground. He sat back up quickly and surveyed the area, hoping no one had seen his trip. After determining the coast was clear, he lifted a paw and rubbed his chin tenderly, trying to massage the pain away. After a few moments he rose to his paws and stepped away from the vine. He paused and glared back at it. “What are you looking at?” Droserathorn growled at the vine. He unsheathed his claws and slashed them over the rope, fraying the plant. He lunged at it and grabbed it with his teeth. The vine wouldn’t snap as Droserathorn whipped it around, trying to break it with his jaws. “What in StarClan’s name are you doing?” A voice hissed from behind him. The tom immediately stopped, eyes widening. He was still in the position of his wrestling match, head up and paws on either side of the vine. His eyes darted to see a she-cat looking somewhat disgusted behind his shoulder. He hastily dropped his opponent and scrambled to sit up straight. “Oh, um, I-I was just...you know...collecting vines for possible...injuries...” He trailed off, knowing his excuse wasn’t valid. “Were you seriously just wrestling a vine?” The stranger mewed, her whiskers twitching in amusement. Droserathorn wrinkled his nose and his head drooped slightly in embarrassment. “It tripped me.” He murmured. The she-cat walked over to him and prodded the vine with a paw. “You know it’s a plant, right. No bad intentions. It was just laying there minding its own business until you showed up.” She huffed. The shaman rolled his eyes. He suddenly realized that the cat before him was a stranger, therefore a trespasser that was invading RavenClan territory. He quickly got to his feet and puffed his fur out threateningly. The she-cat only raised an eyebrow in confusion at the display. “Who are you? And what are you doing on RavenClan territory?” He snarled. “RavenClan?” She echoed “That’s not a real thing.” The shaman lashed his tail. “What d’you mean it’s not a real thing?” He growled softly. “I mean I’ve never heard of it. And I hear of everything.” She meowed calmly. He was starting to get frustrated and angry at the stranger. “Just because you’ve never heard of it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” He huffed. She shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll get off of your fake clan’s territory. I hate this area anyways.” She growled, feeding off of his annoyance. She started to walk away, but Droserathorn bounded in front of her blocking her path. “Get out of my way.” She told him firmly, flattening her ears. “Not until you tell me who you are and what you’re doing here.” He countered. “Fine.” She snapped at him “My name is Riversnap. And if you must know I’m looking for a friend.” Droserathorn relaxed slightly. “Riversnap. That’s a clan name.” She raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. “Wow, you don’t say!” She teased, voice saturated with sarcasm. “It suits you.” He muttered, letting out a huff of laughter. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Riversnap growled. The shaman shook his head and turned around. “I’ll let you pass through the territory, but I’m going to escort you to camp first.” Riversnap wrinkled her nose. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” She stated harshly. “Oh, yes you are.” He meowed with a smile “Let’s go, trespasser.” Riversnap lashes her tail and looked to her side, scanning the thin line of trees. “Fine.” She muttered “But only because I don’t want your annoying rump to bother me again.” Droserathorn sniffed, content with her reasoning, and led her to the camp.

“You said you’re only looking for a friend?” Weaselstar clarified. “Yes, sir. I have no malicious intentions towards you or your Clan.” She meowed respectfully. Droserathorn had guided his companion to the leader and recounted to him the events that had taken place. It was just the three of them and Weaselstar hadn’t moved an inch from earlier. He pondered the she-cat from his position beneath the den’s overhang. “I don’t see any problem with that.” He decided “Maybe we could help you search.” Riversnap shook her head gently. “That’s very kind but you don’t have to. I’m capable of finding him myself.” She meowed. “I see.” Weaselstar smiled kindly “Well I hope everything goes okay. If I may ask, why are you looking for him? Did he get lost?” Riversnap swallowed and shifted nervously. “I-In a way.” She said “W-We were traveling together and we split up to hunt. I haven’t seen him since.” Weaselstar’s face turned softly to sympathy. “Oh, that’s terrible! Which Clan did you say you were from? Maybe we could have our warriors look past your borders.” Riversnap shifted again. “W-Well.” She murmured, voice growing quieter “I’m not really a part of that Clan anymore. They, well, they kicked my friend and I out a few moons ago.” Her voice was barely above a whisper when she finished, but Weaselstar still felt the full effect of her words. “They kicked you out?” He gasped, horrified “How could they do something like that! Especially in the middle of leaf-bare!” She looked at her paws. Droserathorn blinked in surprise but didn’t say anything. “Well, that just won’t do!” Weaselstar decided “No cat deserves to be homeless. How would you like to become a warrior of RavenClan?” Both Riversnap and Droserathorn snapped their heads up. “What?” They said simultaneously. “A-Are you sure, Weaselstar?” Riversnap gasped. “Yea, are you sure?” Droserathorn seconded “You literally just met her like three heartbeats ago.” Weaselstar smiled warmly at the pair. “Droserathorn, there was a time when I had just met you ‘like three heartbeats ago’. And now I consider you to be my best friend.” The tom scoffed and shook his head, turning around to face the rest of camp. “Riversnap, you have a place here for you if you want it.” The leader offered “And after you settle, we can go out and search for your friend together.” The she-cat licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Thank you, Weaselstar.” She meowed sincerely “I appreciate it. I won’t let you down.” Weaselstar smiled at the newest member of RavenClan, and he called Kitewhisker over to help Riversnap build her new nest. Once the two she-cats left, he walked to where Droserathorn was standing. “Don’t let your first interaction be the basis for your relationship.” He advised “Chin up. I’m sure you’ll find that you two have much more in common than you think.” Droserathorn shot his friend a glare and slithered away into the den.

Patrol: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker, Skinknose, Riversnap
Hunting: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker, Skinknose, Riversnap
Training: Kitewhisker teaches Cypresspaw hunting
Rank Changes: Riversnap joins the Clan (birthday cat) ; Cypresspaw joins the Clan
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: n/a
Other: Riversnap is looking for friend. Weaselstar asks the guardian to give them guidance to find him.

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:14 pm

Number of Cats: 04 toms ; 04 mollies ; 08 total| Next Starclan Visit: 11/ 26 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!

Wrenpetal stretched out her legs, curling into her nest after. “You’re looking good.” Droserathorn observed, offering the queen a smile “Not far along, but you’ll have a safe place to raise yer kits.” Wrenpetal blinked gratefully. “Thank you so much. It was very kind of you to take me in.” She purred. Weaselstar dipped his head. “Of course,” the tom meowed gently “We couldn’t just leave an expecting mother out in the wild.” The shaman stepped away from the queen, allowing her to get comfortable. “Should we be expecting a father to join us?” He asked bluntly, but without spite. The she-cat looked at her paws soberly and shook her head. “I’m afraid not.” She murmured quietly “He still lives in the town.” The shaman nodded and told her to get some rest. The queen obeyed and the two toms left the nursery. “What was that?” Weaselstar hissed quietly once they were in the square. “What do you mean?” Droserathorn murmured, eyes ahead. “You can’t just ask that! What do you care if her mate is with her. She’s obviously sensitive about the subject, and she doesn’t need a tom to raise kits.” The shaman stopped at the entrance to their den and twitched his whiskers in amusement. “You don’t have to go off on me.” He meowed “It was just a question.” Weaselstar rolled his eyes. “Sometimes you should think before you speak. Not everyone is as straightforward as you are.” The leader swished his tail and walked past his friend. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Droserathorn called after him, but he had already retreated to his den. The red tom scoffed and went to his side of the den. He wasn’t expecting to see the figure of a not-so-liked clan mate waiting for him. “Oh, guardian’s sake. What are you doin’ here?” He growled. Riversnap turned to face him with a glare. “Do you always have to greet me like that?” She sighed. The two had known each other for a moon now, and they hadn’t exactly gotten along. Droserathorn always got more snippy, his accent becoming more evident and hard to understand, and tended to need a cool down period after interacting with her. It didn’t help that Riversnap played into his anger. She was very hot-headed and could get angry within a heartbeat. So the two naturally played off of each other, growing more and more bitter until Weaselstar had to separate them. They didn’t exactly hate each other, it was more of a fundamental annoyance. The two just simply didn’t mix. “I do when you’re invadin’ my den.” Droserathorn grumbled “Why are you here, anyways? Come to be a flea in my pelt?” Riversnap lashed her tail. “No, actually, not today.” She meowed “Weaselstar said you were complaining about walking alone to gather herbs and suggested that I come with you.” The shaman scoffed. “I can handle myself.” He huffed, turning to check his stores. “I know you can. But what if you run into another vine?” Riversnap’s words were laced with teasing and humor. Droserathorn’s cheeks burned as he recalled their first meeting and his wrestling match. “I hate you.” He mumbled. “I know.” She purred “Oh, by the way. I wanted to ask you about this thing.” The shaman turned around to see her standing by the strip of soil that ran along the left wall of the den. He left his stores and crossed the room, joining her. “Ah, right. Well, I think the stone cracked and eroded or somethin’.” He explained, running his paw along the jagged edge of the floor “Guess there’s dirt beneath it. That or something hit the building.” He looked up, bringing attention to the strip of missing ceiling. It ran the same length as the dirt river, shedding sunlight on it. Riversnap hummed in curiosity. “What are you going to use it for?” She asked. He shrugged. “Dunno. Might try and grow something eventually.” He turned to look at her and they locked eyes. He noticed the depth of the green color and saw personality flow through them. He had heard that the eyes are the window to the soul, and he could see the intelligence, curiosity, and boldness behind Riversnap’s. After a heartbeat, though, she pulled away and looked to his stores on the other side of the room. “So what are we collecting today.” She asked. Droserathorn felt grumpiness trickle into his chest. “Oh, right, you’re tagging along.” He grumbled “Just try not to get in my way too much, alright?” Riversnap nodded and followed him out of the den and into the territory.

Weaselstar watched the pair go with a smirk. “What are you smiling about?” Kitewhisker meowed slyly, sitting beside her leader. “Oh, nothing.” He sighed with hints of amusement. “They’re going to be alone out there, you know?” She pointed out. “That’s the point.” He meowed. “You want them to rip each other apart?” The warrior scoffed. Weaselstar shook his head. “I want them to bond. They’re more alike than they think they are.” Kitewhisker rolled her eyes. “Are you done playing matchmaker? We need to go on patrol.” Weaselstar chuckled and nodded, rising to his paws. The warrior led him out of the camp and between the headstones. Once they were on their patrol path, the two fell into pace with each other. “I always like walking this way.” Kitewhisker sighed “It’s a beautiful trail.” Weaselstar agreed. “It’s nice to get away from camp sometimes. I wish I could do it more often. Have you taken Cypresspaw down this way yet?” Kitewhisker shook her head. “We’ve been focusing on hunting these past few moons. I was thinking I could do some battle moves next. Maybe I’ll take him on a cool down walk. It’d keep his muscles from cramping up.” The leader nodded and the two continued walking in silence for a few moments. “So are we looking for something specific today?” Kitewhisker asked, interrupting the steady sound of birds chirping. Weaselstar shrugged as he kept walking. “Not sure, really.” He sighed “I asked the guardian for help with finding RIversnap’s friend. So I guess we just have to keep an eye out.” Like magic, the bushes that paralleled the path rustled. Both cats stopped and alertness flooded Weaselstar’s system. His claws started to unsheath as the rustling grew more violent. Suddenly, a strange cat fell out of the shrub, struggling to keep his balance. He was able to keep himself upright, but he was frozen with surprise at the sight of the pair. He noticed their spiked pelts and unsheathed claws and instantly straightened himself up, guilt widening his eyes. “O-Oh.” He gasped “Sorry! I didn’t mean to alarm you!” He let out a nervous chuckle as the two cats relaxed. “Who are you?” Kitewhisker barked. The tom swallowed, taken aback by her bluntness, but shifted to a more formal stance. “My name is Agaricthroat.” The stranger announced “I was told to meet Weaselstar of RavenClan at his camp, but I...well, I got a bit lost.” Agaricthroat smiled sheepishly. The leader relaxed. “I’m Weaselstar.” He revealed. That instantly brought excitement to the newcomer's eyes. “Really?” He exclaimed “Oh, that’s awesome! That must mean that you’re the deputy, Kitewhisker.” The she-cat looked confused and opened her jaws to protest, but Weaselstar stepped closer before she could say anything. “Yep!” He interjected “H-How’d you know where to find us?” Agaricthroat seemed to forget about the last statement, and turned his full attention to the leader. “Uh, well, this might sound a bit odd, but I was told in a dream by-” Kitewhisker raised her tail. “Let me guess, black tom, sleek pelt, piercing eyes?” She interjected. Agaricthroat seemed amazed. “How’d you know?” He gawked. “Sounds like the guardian to me.” Kitewhisker whispered to Weaselstar. The leader nodded and gave the tom a smile. “Well, you’ve found us.” He meowed happily “Come with us, we’ll take you to your new home.” Agaricthroat grinned and happily trotted behind the pair, taking in the territory. “Why did you lie and say I was the deputy?” Kitewhisker whispered after a few paces. Weaselstar couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think you would make an amazing deputy. I guess the guardian agrees with me.” He looked at Kitewhisker warmly, chuckling softly at the evident surprise and appreciation in her eyes. “Weaselstar, I would be honored!” She gasped. “Okay then, deputy Kitewhisker.” He purred. Kitewhisker gave a small squeal of excitement and the leader and deputy led their new Clan mate to the camp.

“Is this coltsfoot?” Riversnap called from the other side of the field. Droserathorn lifted his head from sniffing out herbs. He padded over to her and looked at the clump of yellow flowers his companion was proudly standing over. He sniffed the flowers and wrinkled his nose. “Dandelions.” He contradicted. The shaman stood up again and Riversnap looked disappointed. “Don’t worry,” He meowed “Easy mistake. Especially for a beginner.” It wasn’t meant as an insult, but Riversnap felt like it was. She felt frustration build up in her chest and she hissed quietly. “It’s alright.” Droserathorn sighed “We have enough collected already. I’ll go back out some other time.” He went to collect the herb pile, and Riversnap followed. “Are you sure it’s dandelion?” She asked. Droserathorn snorted around the bundle. “I’m pretty sure I’d know.” He grumbled. He pushed past her and began traveling down the trail that led back to camp. Riversnap hopped along behind him, trying not to trip over him on the narrow passage. “You know, I can help you carry some of those herbs.” She offered. “I can manage.” He grumbled. She scoffed. “I’m just trying to help!” She meowed. “I didn’t ask for your help, now did I?” He shot back at her, giving her a glare. “Do you always have to be such a bee-tounge?” She snapped. “A what?” The tom huffed. “It means you’re rude, Droserathorn.” Riversnap growled “Can’t you just accept help for once?” Droserathorn rolled his eyes and continued walking. “Your name fits you, you know.” He muttered “You have a tendency to go off for no reason.” Riversnap blinked in surprise. But it was swiftly replaced by anger and indignance. “Yea, actually, I do know.” She said bitterly “Trust me, I do. I got enough ‘witty jokes’ about my personality from my old Clan. I don’t need it from you, too. You’re just some arrogant tom who doesn’t give anyone a chance to get close to you.” Droserathorn stopped immediately and turned his blazing gaze burned into her pelt. “You got kicked out of yer old Clan for a reason. Don’ think that’s just somethin’ I’m gonna forget! Yer past shapes who you are. I’ll always keep a close eye on you. I won’t have you causin’ trouble in my Clan.” He snarled, accent growing thicker with his anger. “For your information,” RIversnap spat back “I got kicked out of that disaster of a Clan because I wasn’t willing to lay down and submit to the cruelty that so called leader was promoting.” Droserathorn rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Whatever.” He sneered “You’re probably a lying traitor trying to take out her vengeance on another group.” The she-cat took a step towards the tom, getting so close that her ragged breath stirred his whiskers. “Don’t you dare ever assume something about me.” Riversnap snarled. She gave a growl and pushed past Droserathorn, bumping his shoulder and walking swiftly away down the path, leaving the shaman staring after her.

Sadness clung to Riversnap’s heart. She regretted the exchange that she had just had with Droserathorn. She knew she could be a bit harsh sometimes. But the whole reason she had left that dreadful place was to get a fresh start. And she wasn’t going to let anyone push her around. Not after last time. The she-cat couldn’t help but feel a bit defeated. She had sincerely hoped that she and Droserathorn would grow closer, but she didn’t want to force anything. Everything had been going fine until she had opened her stupid mouth. ‘You need to learn when to shut up’ She told herself. Letting out a sigh, she paused and sat beside a tombstone not too far from the camp. When she looked forward, she saw a figure watching her with a tilted head. Squinting, she found the tom familiar-looking. “That looks like…” She thought out loud. Suddenly, the cat launched itself off of the stone platform and came racing towards her. “Riversnap!” He called. There was no mistaking that voice. “A-Agaricthroat?” She gasped in awe. The tom bowled into her, tackling her to the ground. “I can’t believe it’s actually you!” Agaricthroat cried out. “W-What are you doing here? Did Weaselstar find you?” Riversnap meowed, still confused as to why her old friend was here, pinning her to the ground. “More like I found him!” Agaricthroat boasted “Still a great tracker!” Riversnap giggled and rolled her eyes, pushing him off of her gently. “I have no doubt.” She purred “So are you a part of RavenClan now?” Agaricthroat nodded fiercely “Yep! Weaselstar is so nice! He’s letting me stay with you!” He purred with admiration. Riversnap winked at him and prodded him in the shoulder. “Don’t go crushing on the leader, now.” She warned good-heartedly. Agaricthroat laughed it off, but Riversnap could still see the red tint to his cheeks. “Well, come on, slowpoke!” She meowed, bouncing to her paws “There’s so much to tell you!” Agaricthroat tilted his head and got up as well. “Really? I would’ve thought a few moons without me would be boring.” He frowned. Riversnap flicked him playfully with her tail and the two bounded off to the camp, Riversnap completely forgetting about her encounter with Droserathorn and reveling in the fact that she had finally found her best friend.

Patrol: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker, Skinknose, Riversnap, Agaricthroat
Hunting: Kitewhisker, Skinknose, Riversnap, Agaricthroat
Training: Kitewhisker teaches Cypresspaw battle
Rank Changes: Kitewhisker becomes the deputy of RavenClan ; Agaricthroat and Wrenpetal join
Herb Collection: Droserathorn, Riversnap
Mates/Births: Wrenpetal (2)
Servings: (3 servings) x1 big fish
Other: n/a

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed Nov 27, 2019 2:01 pm

Number of Cats: 04 toms ; 04 mollies ; 08 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 3 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!

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“Perfect!” Kitewhisker purred. She looked down at her apprentice, who was pulling himself up from beside the log. Cypresspaw looked back happily at her. “Thanks! I had a pretty good teacher.” He meowed, smiling at the deputy. “Are you ready to practice on an actual cat now?” She asked, walking further into the training clearing. She had stumbled upon it while exploring the woods that the graves led to. As far as she could tell, it wasn’t being used by anyone, and it had plenty of room to practice the skills Cypresspaw was learning. She stood opposite of him and crouched. He looked confused for a moment. “Oh.” He swallowed “I, uh, I don’t know.” Kitewhisker flicked her tail. “Don’t worry about it. It’s simple, just pretend I’m the log.” She challenged, bracing herself and anticipation gleaming in her eyes. “A-Alright.” The apprentice meowed quietly and dropped into his battle stance. He bunched his muscles and launched himself at his mentor, intentionally soaring over her head. Once over her, he gently batted her back with his paws and swiveled in the air, landing upright. Playing along, Kitewhisker raised herself on her hind paws, swiping at the spot he had one occupied. Cypresspaw wasted no time and tackled his mentor from behind, pinning her down. She let out a puff of air as she hit the ground, but a smile soon formed on her kind face. “Brilliant!” She gasped “I even tried to pull you down!” Cypresspaw shrugged and took a step back, letting his mentor up. He was about to say something when a pair of paws pushed him to the ground. Now Kitewhisker loomed over him, pinning him to the ground. “Important lesson: never let your opponent up until you are sure they don’t have any fight left.” Cypresspaw nodded and swallowed, trying to hide his embarrassment. He moved to get up and Kitewhisker moved away, letting him get his footing. She looked up at the sky as a hawk flapped over them. “I think that’s enough for today.” She grinned “We’ve made good progress. Same time tomorrow, okay?” Cypresspaw nodded again and they walked down the path back to camp. As they reached the cement square, the two paused. “I need to go talk to Weaselstar about patrols.” Kitewhisker explained, jerking her head towards the leader’s den. The apprentice chuckled. “Right, I forgot you were deputy.” He meowed warmly. Kitewhisker smiled back. “Yea,” She agreed “It’ll take some time to get used to. I just hope Weaselstar made the right decision.” Cypresspaw flicked her amiably with his tail. “I’m positive he did!” He affirmed. Kitewhisker blinked warmly and looked to the nursery. “Why don’t you go spend some time with Wrenpond.” She suggested “A queen should never be alone. Plus, I’m sure she has some fun stories. Don’t forget to ask if you can help her with anything!” The apprentice, not having anything else to do, accepted and padded over to the nursery, slipping into the entrance with excitement. Kitewhisker watched him go, then turned and entered the shared building of the leader and shaman. She paused a moment, hearing voices coming from Droserathorn’s den, but soon disregarded it and turned left into Weaselstar’s den.

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Droserathorn scooped up the small seeds into the leaf and tucked them away into their storage indent. He nodded, satisfied with his work, and was about to clean up the back nesting room when he heard a cat clearing their throat. He turned to look over his shoulder to examine the entrance of the den. Surprise filled him when he saw a she-cat standing in the archway. “Riversnap.” The tom greeted “What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Is anyone hurt?” His eyes widened as he rambled on. The she-cat gave a small smile and shook her head, entering the den. “No, no, everything is fine.” She assured him, causing him to relax. But he grew confused. Why was she here, then? They hadn’t really spoken since their argument and Riversnap had seemed awkward around him. She was feeling guilty and embarrassed, but Droserathorn didn’t know that. “I actually came to just talk.” The warrior admitted. Droserathorn tilted his head. “About what?” He pressed. Riversnap licked her lips and looked up, meeting his gaze. “W-Well actually,” She stammered “I was wondering if we could go on a walk.” The shaman blinked. “A walk?” He echoed, not understanding. “U-Unless you’re too busy!” The she-cat added swiftly “If you are, I’ll leave you alone.” She took a step backwards, but Droserathorn shook his head. “No, no, I wasn’t doing anything. I actually just finished.” He explained with a grin, motioning to his sorted supplies with his tail. Riversnap was visibly relieved and arched her tail with excitement. “Great!” She purred “Let’s, uh, let’s go.” She smiled somewhat awkwardly and padded out into the main camp, with Droserathorn behind her.

Riversnap led Droserathorn down an old path that wound up a hill and revealed a large flower patch. The shaman was surprised, not knowing of its existence, but Riversnap attributed it to her being raised in the area. “I used to come here all the time with Agaricthroat when we were apprentices.” She sighed, taking in the feeling of the breeze on her whiskers. She brought him to a bare patch of soft dirt and sat. They were surrounded by bright yellow buds, lackadaisically swaying with the gusts. “It’s very pretty.” Droserathorn murmured, captivated by the sight of countless flowers. Riversnap hummed in agreement and the two watched the flowers for a few moments before the she-cat sighed. “I brought you out here, I might as well tell you why.” She laughed nervously, swallowing and keeping her eyes ahead of her. Droserathorn scooted closer in order to hear her better. “I wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you the other day.” She whispered. The tom blinked and tilted his head, but didn’t say anything. “I shouldn’t have snapped like I did. But you were right. The past does shape who you are, and my past isn’t really a pretty one. The one thing I learned and promised myself I would never forget is that I shouldn’t take anything from anyone. I failed to stand up for myself and those I cared about and it turned out horribly. I promised myself that would never ever happen again.” Her companion shifted solemnly and sighed. “I’m sorry, too.” He said quietly “It was a cruel thing to say. I’m sorry if I brought back bad memories.” Riversnap shook her head with a small grin. “It’s okay, you didn’t know.” She took a deep breath, obviously relieved to get it off of her chest. “You’re right, I don’t know.” Droserathorn nodded, looking secretly at her “...but...maybe we could...change that?” He spoke quietly and slowly, as if he was walking around shards of glass. He couldn’t see what Riversnap’s eyes were thinking, but she didn’t make any sudden movements. “Maybe.” She meowed “But not today.” Droserathorn nodded and looked away from her. She took a deep breath and shifted her gaze to him. “Anyways.” She sighed with a smile “Since I’m terrible at apologizing, I figured that I’d make it up to you.” Riversnap got to her paws and walked to a small stump hidden behind the first row of flowers. The shaman watched curiously as she stopped in front of a small mound of dirt next to one of the stump’s roots. Her paws swiftly uncovered the pile and it wasn’t long before she was walking back with a small bundle of leaves in her jaws. She returned to her position and looked at Droserathorn with excitement. She placed the bundle gently on the ground and pushed it over in front of his paws. “Well go on, open it.” She meowed. The tom lifted a paw and carefully unraveled the strong green leaf. As it unfurled, he caught a glimpse of a wrinkled seed. He looked at her in confusion. “It’s a seed.” She explained “I know you were talking about planting things on that strip of dirt in your den. I’m not sure what it’ll grow, but I found it around here. Maybe it’ll be one of these flowers.” Droserathorn couldn’t help but beam at the gift. “You really didn’t have to do this.” He meowed. Riversnap shrugged. “I know. But I wanted to. So just accept it.” She giggled. Droserathorn rewrapped the seed and pulled it close to him. “Thank you.” He purred “It means a lot. And as for your apology, it wasn’t needed, but it’s accepted. Just know that I’m sorry too.” Riversnap nodded. Droserathorn rose to his paws and gathered up the seed. “We should probably get back.” He suggested “Don’t want Weaselstar thinking we got eaten by badgers.” Riversnap’s eyes widened. “There are badgers out here?” She gasped. The shaman shrugged. “Dunno. Probably. Let’s not stay and find out.” Riversnap agreed and the two walked down the path.

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They had decided to take the scenic route back to camp. Riversnap had revealed that there were many wooded paths through small groves of trees. Droserathorn had never been to this side of the territory. He was captivated with the large cypress and pine trees that neatly lined the path. The trail was blanketed with nettles. “I love the smell of pine nettles.” Riversnap sighed, taking in the scent that wafted around the two. “They do have a nice aroma.” He agreed “Plus they can stop infection.” Riversnap let out a huff of laughter. “Do you ever stop thinking of medicine?” She asked, flicking him playfully with her tail. Droserathorn looked up at the climbing trees. “Funny you should ask that.” He murmured “I’ve had a hard time focusing lately.” Riversnap raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She pressed “How come?” The shaman’s jaws parted to explain, but a sudden yelp caught both cats’ attention. They looked at each other and bolted towards the noise. The rounded a curve in the path to see a cat getting to his paws. They slowed to a halt and watched warily as the stranger started to yell at the rock he tripped on. “Stupid boulder. Gettin’ in my way! I’m tryin’ to walk here.” He huffed. The white tom hadn’t noticed the pair. It was probably a good thing, since they were exchanging a look of concern and cluelessness. Eventually, Droserathorn looked back at the muttering tom and padded down the path. “‘Ey!” He called “Are you alrigh’?” His voice wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t inviting either. He spoke firmly and with intention. The stranger immediately turn to them and any trace of malice dissolved into cheerfulness. “Oh!” He huffed “Yes, yes, I’m doin’ just fine! Sorry you had to see that, son.” The shaman had reached the cat and examined him for any injuries. “Woah there, pal.” The stranger chuckled, taking a step back “What are ya doin’? I told you I’ve got no injuries. Just a small trip, tha’s all.” Droserathorn hummed, taking his word for it. Riversnap was close behind her companion and reached the intruder soon. The cat noticed her and a look of realization hit him. “Oh!” He gasped “Oh, dear! I’m so sorry. I had no intentions of interruptin’ yer romantic walk! ” Riversnap’s eyes widened and her cheeks grew hot. “If you want to, ehem, continue with your activities, I can leave y’all alone.” He started to walk away with his eyes closed, but Droserathorn cleared his throat and stepped closer to him. “You’re not leaving.” He stated firmly. The tom tilted his head. “Why not?” He asked “I won’t listen, I promise. See, I’ll even hum a lil’ tune.” He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, but Droserathorn flicked his jaw with his tail. “You are tresspassin’ on RavenClan territory.” He meowed darkly “Now, I advise that you answer my questions. It’ll make your time with us a lot easier. Who are you?” The tom blinked in surprise and turned to look at Riversnap. “Well, he’s a bit snippy, ain’t he?” He huffed “Not my type, personally, but to each their own, darlin’.” He gave Riversnap a small wink, causing her to try and hide a smile. Droserathorn growled lightly. “Answer the question.” The stranger wrinkled his nose, but gave in. “My name’s Marsh. Pleasure to meet ya.” He meowed, giving a little bow. Marsh stood up and smiled brightly. “Well, you can’t jus’ ask me to introduce myself and not return the favor.” He pointed out. The shaman flicked an ear and kept his eyes on the tom. “Droserathorn.” He meowed monotone. Riversnap rolled her eyes and beamed at Marsh. “Nice to meet you, Marsh. My name is Riversnap.” She introduced. “Droserathorn and Riversnap of RavenClan.” Marsh echoed “Ya know, I’m a part of a Clan too.” The shaman feigned interest. “Really? Well, why don’t you go back.” He instructed. Marsh looked sheepishly at his paws. “Yea, well, ‘bout that...I, uh, kinda lost my way a little while back.” He admitted. Riversnap gasped. Droserathorn wasn’t as moved by his statement. “Well, good luck findin’ your way back.” He grumbled. Riversnap flicked him with her tail. She smiled at Marsh. “Will you excuse us for a moment, Marsh?” She asked gently. The tom nodded happily. “I’ll stay right here! If there's one thing I’m good at, it’s stayin’ still.” The she-cat guided Droserathorn a few tail lengths from the bend and leaned in close to him. “What is wrong with you?” She hissed softly. Droserathorn looked genuinely confused. “You can’t seriously be considering letting him go off on his own.” She huffed. The shaman shrugged. “Why wouldn’ I?” He asked. “Look at him!” She hissed. They turned to look at their new acquaintance. He was sitting where they left him, a small grin on his face, swaying and humming quietly. “He’s obviously an elder. We can’t just leave him.” She looked at Droserathorn with wide, pleading eyes. Her eyes did something to him. They tore through the walls he had built up inside. He found that he couldn’t say no. The tom let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine.” He muttered “We’ll take him back to camp. Weaselstar can decide what to do with him.” Riversnap bounced happily and returned to Marsh’s spot. “Everythin’ alrigh’?” He asked. “We’re going to take you back to our camp.” Riversnap explained sweetly “Then we can help you get home.” Marsh heaved himself on his paws. “Lovely, darlin’.” He purred “I appreciate it.” Droserathorn slunk back. “Uhuh.” He meowed “C’mon. Let’s go. Riversnap, you lead. I’ll stay behind. I want to keep my eye on you.” He narrowed his eyes at the elder and the white tom shrugged. “Seems great to me!” He purred, walking next to Riversnap “Gives us the chance to chat! Do you want to hear a story?” Riversnap nodded eagerly. As Marsh started his tale, the two started walking back to the camp, Droserathorn following close behind.

“You kidnapped an elder?!” Weaselstar yowled. Droserathorn tilted his head. “Eh, I wouldn’t say kidnapped. He followed us willingly.” The leader glared at him. “He said he is from a Clan. What do you think this means for our relationships?” He meowed “We are not in the position to have enemies!” The shaman sighed. “Listen,” He murmured “He was all alone in the forest. We didn’t want him getting eaten by something.” The leader sat down, tired of pacing. “Can’t we work something out?” Droserathorn pushed. “Why do you care so much?” Weaselstar asked “I thought you hated newcomers.” The shaman shrugged. “I just don’t want another clan blaming us for any trouble he gets into.” The leader considered this for a moment. He wrinkled his nose and huffed, pushing his way out of his den and out into the camp. Marsh was sitting with Kitewhisker and Riversnap. They so were captivated by his story that it took Weaselstar clearing his throat to regain their attention. “Marsh, I’ve decided to let you stay in camp for a bit.” He announced “But only until you can get your bearings and someone from your clan comes to retrieve you.” Marsh nodded. “That’s fair. Thank you for yer hospitality, Weaselstar, I ‘ppreciate it.” The leader bowed his head. “So where’s the elder’s den?” He asked. Droserathorn shook his head. “We don’t have any elders and we don’t want you to be alone.” Marsh tilted his head. “So then where am I staying?” No one said anything. Riversnap turned to Droserathorn. “Don’t look at me.” The shaman huffed. “You can stay with me, Marsh.” Someone offered quietly from behind Kitewhisker. She moved to reveal Wrenpetal. The small queen was looking up at the elder with welcoming eyes. “You don’t have to, of course, but it gets very lonely in the nursery sometimes.” She added. Marsh looked her up and down. “Yer expectin’?” He noticed, grinning widely when the she-cat nodded “Well that’s jus’ dandy! I’d love to share some of my adventures wi’ you for yer lil’ ones once their born.” Wrenpetal purred and led the new RavenClan guest to the nursery. The cats exchanged glances and soon went separate ways. Marsh didn’t seem too bad, but then again, they had just met him a few moments ago. And who knew what his Clan would do once they realized he was missing.

Patrol: Weaselstar, Kitewhisker, Skinknose, Riversnap, Agaricthroat
Hunting: Kitewhisker, Skinknose, Riversnap, Agaricthroat
Training: Kitewhisker teaches Cypresspaw fishing
Rank Changes: Marsh of TwistedClan wanders into RavenClan territory. They decide to house him for a while.
Herb Collection: Droserathorn, Riversnap
Mates/Births: Wrenpetal (1)
Servings: x1 big fish
Other: n/a

My gallery · by **inky.** » Tue Dec 03, 2019 3:39 pm

Number of Cats: 04 toms ; 05 mollies ; 09 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 3 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!

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It was a quiet morning in the RavenClan camp. The birds chattered softly above the clearing, the sun bathing the two cats below. Weaselstar and Kitewhisker were lounging lazily, talking casually about anything that jumped to mind. It was peaceful. At least it was, until a loud yowl filled the camp. The leader instantly became alert, eyes snapping to his den, where the sound was coming from. All the tom saw was Marsh skittering out of the entrance, a bewildered look in his eyes. “Get oot!” Droserathorn howled, voice thick with his angry accent “Oot! Oot!” The shaman chased the cat out of the den, a ball of blazing orange fury. His eyes were slits and his lips were drawn back. Marsh ran across the stone ground, only stopping when he was behind Weaselstar, using him as a barrier between him and the enraged cat. Droserathorn stomped out of the den, walking boldly up to where Marsh was hiding. Before he could snap the poor elder in half, Weaselstar faced him calmly. “What happened?” The shaman huffed and began rambling furiously, jumbled words spilling from his mouth incoherently. Marsh swallowed. “What’d you say? I don’t speak angry, son, w-why don’t you jus’ calm down and we can settle it…calmly.” The shaman let out an angry noise and lashed his tail. Weaselstar took a small step forward. “Use your words, Droserathorn.” He urged gently “What happened?” The red tom clenched his jaw and shot daggers at Marsh. “I was just sleepin’, an’ I wake up an’ what do I see?” He growled “This idiot, standin’ over my herbs with a heap o’ soakin’ wet moss! He walked aboot the den spreadin’ water all over the place!” Weaselstar blinked in confusion. Kitewhisker stepped forward now. “What happened?” Droserathorn took a deep breath and calmed down slightly. “He watered my entire herb supply.” He grumbled. Marsh poked out from his hiding spot behind the leader, head lowered and ears pinned back in embarrassment. “They looked dry…” He murmured. This sparked Dorserathorn again. “They’re s’posed to be dry, you bee-brain! Guardian’s sake!” He snapped “They’re in storage! Or they used to be, now I ‘ave to restock everythin’!” Weaselstar brushed against his friend. “I’m sure that’s not true, Droserathorn.” He soothed. Kitewhisker nodded. “It’s starting to get sunny during the day again, just put the salvagable bits out to dry in the sun.” She looked around to see mostly all of the Clan looking with wide eyes at the exchange “Skinknose will help you.” The deputy waved her tail to the small she-cat, who swallowed and made her way nervously over to the hot-headed tom. “It be’er be true, or yer goin’ oot to get me more.” He shot at Marsh, who was looking ashamed of his actions. The shaman turned around, muttering something along the lines of ‘I can’t wait until you’re gone’ before disappearing into his den to assess the unintended damage. Marsh obviously heard his comment, as his usually cheery demeanor suddenly wilted. Weaselstar felt sympathy for their guest, as well as frustration at his shaman for losing his temper so violently. Weaselstar turned to see the elder looking sad, but slowly returning to his usual self. One thing the leader had learned about his visitor was that he was very resilient, always trying his best to please and never giving up if he didn’t succeed in making Wrenpetal laugh at his first story. Weaselstar looked at Kitewhisker and nodded to her. She dipped her head back and retreated to the warriors den, gathering the onlookers for a patrol. Once the camp was quiet again, the leader led the elder quietly into the shade of the looming willow tree that blanketed the apprentice’s den. “I’m so sorry for Droserathorn’s actions.” He sighed after they were settled. Marsh smiled up at him. “Don’ worry ‘bout it! I’ve seen worse.” He added with a wink “Besides, it was kinda dumb of me to try an’ water his herbs. His outburst was understandable.” Weaselstar flashed him a small, nervous smile. “Hey, I, uh, I hate to bring this up now, but uh, w-well, I was just wondering when you did plan on leaving.” The leader said delicately “You know you are welcome for as long as you like, but soon your Clan might start to notice your absence.” Marsh’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. His gaze floated back out onto the clearing. “I’m not sure, son.” He sighed “Things in TwistedClan aren’t goin’ so great n’ I’m not sure if I’m a priority. I don’t wanna impose, but I think I’d be more of use here than there.” His smile widened as he saw Wrenpetal cross from her den to the prey pile. She collected her meal and waved her tail in greeting at the pair, soon returning to her nest inside the nursery. “Besides,” Marsh added “I have to wait until the young’ins are born! I can’t wait to meet ‘em!” Weaselstar looked after Wrenpetal along with him. She was close to kitting, and as a leader, he was ecstatic to meet RavenClan’s first litter of kits. “Me too.” He hummed in agreement. The two sat there in the sun, listening to the birds and slight breeze, eventually dozing off comfortably.

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Agaricthroat padded swiftly next to his friend. Riversnap wasn’t as energetic and was having trouble keeping her eyes open in the warm morning air. The tom nudged her harshly, giving her the final push of awakeness. “What.” She grumbled, sniffing. “Are we not going to discuss the events of this morning?” He whispered excitedly. “What events?” Riversnap echoed, not as interested in the subject as her friend. Agaricthroat scoffed. “Oh, gee, I don’t know, maybe how Droserathorn totally went off on Marsh for no reason.” The she-cat swallowed uncomfortably. “Well, I mean, he may have overreacted, but Marsh did drown some of his herbs.” The tom rolled his eyes. “Right, I forgot you’re in love with him. Makes sense that you would defend him.” Riversnap stopped dead in her tracks, causing the pair to fall further behind the patrol. “What did you just say?” She gasped quietly. Agaricthroat blinked at her knowingly, looking unimpressed. “Oh, please, don’t bother denying it.” He meowed “It’s quite obvious. In fact, I think everyone can tell except for you two.” Riversnap felt a hot redness rise to her cheeks. “I...what?” She blinked “No, that’s not true. He’s a jerk! Totally not my type!” Agaricthroat had a pained look on his face. “I hate to break it to you, darling, but it kind of is. I mean, don’t forget about the whole Rook fiasco.” Riversnap suddenly felt nauseous. “Don’t even start with that.” She groaned “I was stupid then, can’t you understand that?” Agaricthroat shook his head. “Oh, don’t worry, darling, that drama was buried with him. At least in my eyes.” He shook out his pelt. “Anyways, back to the tom at hand.” He sighed “He’s not a bad cat, you could just do so much better.” Riversnap flicked an ear. “Oh yea?” She meowed teasingly “Like who? Weaselstar?” Agaricthroat swallowed, white cheeks turning rosy. “W-Well, he is a strong leader. Kind hearted and warm.” He couldn’t help but let out a dreamy sigh. Riversnap laughed and was about to tease him when Kitewhisker called to them. “Come on, you two!” She meowed firmly “I don’t want anyone lagging behind.” The two looked at each other, trying to obscure their smiles as they trotted swiftly to reunite with their patrol.

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The shaman sifted through the dried out leaves and placed them back in their proper spots. Kitewhisker was right, sitting the damp herbs in the sun certainly helped. Of course, there were some completely soaked through, but not enough to make a devastating impact. Skinknose had left him promptly after they were done laying out the savable herbs. He gathered that she didn’t care for him much, but he was indifferent to her feelings. He didn’t mind whether or not someone liked him or hated him, as long as they openly harass or inveigh against him. He just packed away the last bundle when a cat cleared their throat from the archway that led to his den. Droserathorn turned to see who it was only to be met with the hopeful eyes of Marsh. The tom felt instant bitterness spill through him. “What do you want?” He grumbled. Marsh took that as an invitation inside and he struted in happily. “Oh, Droserathorn, no need to be prickly!” He purred “I’ve jus’ come to apologize, tha’s all.” The shaman sat down and raised an eyebrow. “Apologize?” He echoed cooly. Marsh nodded and closed his eyes with a smile. “Yes, I realize that waterin’ yer lil’ plants was a bit rude of me. I shoulda asked first.” The shaman sniffed. “Or just not done it to begin with.” He grumbled. The older cat opened his eyes and his smile fell a tiny bit, but his cheeks were still pushed up by a grin. “Now, son, I’m tryin’ to be nice, here.” He told his companion “You could at least hear me out.” Droserathorn sighed. “Fine. Your apology is heard.” Marsh blinked. “Well, aren’t you going to forgive me?” The shaman furrowed his brow. “Am I supposed to?” He meowed. The elder swallowed, causing the tom to sigh. “Listen,” Droserathorn huffed “I shouldn’t have lost my temper the way I did. Sorry.” Marsh’s smile returned and he wagged his tail slightly. “It’s a’right! We all get a bit angry sometimes. I jus’ wanted to drop by and say I was sorry.” The shaman nodded and rose to his paws, watching as the elder retreated.

Once Marsh left, Weaselstar soon took his place. Droserathorn was now prodding gently at the soil that surrounded the seed Riversnap gave to him. He had planted it immediately when they got back. He was disappointed it hadn’t grown more, but he knew plants took time to reach even the sprouting stage. “So I take it Marsh came by to apologize.” Weaselstar meowed, sitting in the center of the den. Droserathorn have a hum of affirmation before carefully removing pieces of fallen leaves from his soil bed. “And you forgave him, right?” The leader pressed. The shaman didn’t answer. “Did you?” He meowed firmly. Droserathorn just looked to the crack in the ceiling, letting light shower on the planting site. Weaselstar gasped and bounced to his feet. “Droserathorn!” He hissed. The shaman blinked and looked at him with wide eyes. “What?” He meowed. “You can’t just scream at an elder and not accept his apology!” He scolded. “Oh, guardian’s sake, get off my back.” Droserathorn murmured. “No!” The leader squeaked “This is not how we treat guests of our Clan! As a cat in a high position, I expect you to reflect the values of RavenClan. That means not being a big bully to everyone who gets on your nerves.” Weaselstar ended with a huff. He was shaking slightly, clearly nervous and uncomfortable taking a stand against his best friend. Droserathorn tried not to smile at his sincere and, in all honesty, quite adorable speech. He was about to rebuttal when a screech echoed through the stone walls of the den. The two toms exchanged worried glances and Skinknose burst in. “It’s time!” She gasped, out of breath “Wrenpetal’s kits are coming!”

Patrol: Weaselstar, Riversnap, Agaricthroat, Owlgaze
Hunting: Kitewhisker, Owlgaze, Riversnap, Agaricthroat
Training: Kitewhisker teaches Cypresspaw agility
Rank Changes: Owlgaze joins the Clan
Herb Collection: Droserathorn, Riversnap ; Droserathorn practices his skills
Mates/Births: Wrenpetal (now!) - Droserathorn uses x1 chervil to help
Servings: x1 big fish
Other: haypelt can be found at any time (putting him in lines ; transfered from batclan)

My gallery · by **inky.** » Mon Dec 16, 2019 6:22 am

Number of Cats: 06 toms ; 07 mollies ; 13 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 3 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!

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Wrenpetal curled her tail around the newborn kits. She was now the proud mother of RavenClans first litter. Considering how big she was, she had expected more than two, but she would never complain; the bundles of fur in front of her were perfect. The queen hasn’t thought about names yet, since Droserathorn advised waiting a few days. Now, they were surely strong and healthy, and in need of names. Wrenpetal was never good at them, though. She often forgot cats when she said “goodbye” and wasn’t very familiar with the traditional clan naming system. So, Marsh had been called. “What were ya thinkin’ sweetie?” He asked gently. The queen shrugged. “I’m still not sure. I was hoping that you might have a few ideas.” She admitted with a laugh. Marsh sighed and tilted his head. “That lil’ guy looks like a lion. I can tell he’s goin’ to be a strong warrior one day.” Wrenpetal was looking at her son as her friend spoke. A smile was slowly starting to form. “Lionkit.” She whispered “That’s perfect!” Marsh gave her a hearty grin as she gave her daughter a lick. “I actually did have a name in mind for her.” She told him. “Oh?” He purred, clearly excited “Let’s hear it!” Wrenpetal looked at him slyly. “She looks like a Marshkit to me.” Marsh’s eyes widened as he heard the name. “M-Marshkit?” He echoed. Wrenpetal nodded. “You’ve been such a pleasure to have around here. You made the long days of the nursery feel like hours. And I can’t wait for my kits to meet you. I can’t wait for them to hear your stories.” She gushed “It only seems right that I name my sweet daughter after the sweetest tom I’ve ever known. They won’t know their true father, but I know you’ll be a great role model for them. You’ve acted like a father to me, and I adore you for that. I know that they’ll feel the same way. If you want to be involved, of course.” Marsh’s surprised look turned to one of pure joy. “Wrenpetal, I would be honored to be there for you and your kits. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need me.” Marsh leaned forward and licked Wrenpetal’s ears affectionately. Just then, Droserathorn pushed his head into the nursery. He smiled at the queen and walked in after she dipped her head. “How are the little ones? Have you decided on names yet?” The shaman asked, sitting next to Marsh. Wrenpetal nodded and pointed to her kits. “Lionkit and Marshkit.” She announced. Droserathorn noticed Marsh’s look of pride as she said the names. The shaman nodded approvingly. He bowed his head. “Welcome to RavenClan, Lionkit and Marshkit.” He purred to the newborns. Then, turning to Marsh, he tilted his head. “Sorry to break up your conversation, but if you don’t mind, I need to check up on them.” The elder nodded respectfully and got up, nuzzling Wrenpetal before leaving the den.

Marsh emerged from the nursery into the clearing only to be met with several eyes looking at him. Kitewhisker, Owlgaze, Riversnap, and Skinknose were all staring eagerly at the tom. “Well?” Skinknose asked “How are they?” Marsh grinned at the group. “Doin’ amazin’!” He purred “Lil’ Lionkit an’ Marshkit, bless their hearts.” Kitewhisker let out an ‘aww’ and Owlgaze bounced excitedly. “When do we get to see them?” She asked fervently. Marsh shrugged. “Yer gonna have to ask Droserathorn ‘bout that one.” Owlgaze looked somewhat defeated, but Riversnap nudged her. “I’m sure it’ll be soon. Kits are usually ready to have visitors once they open their eyes, which won’t be long now.” She told her. The she-cat knew a lot about kits, mostly through experience. Owlgaze shivered with excitement. “I can’t wait to have my own kits!” She yelped “They’re such cute little fluffy bundles of love!” Marsh purred loudly. “They are very cute. It’s a joy to watch them grow up.” The tom seemed to spiral off into a memory. “Did you ever have any kits, Marsh?” Kitewhisker asked, pulling him back to earth. Marsh nodded. “A long time ago, I did, yea.” He sighed “I lost them a while back.” Kitewhisker frowned. “I’m so sorry.” She mewed sympathetically “I didn’t mean to bring up a sensitive topic.” Marsh shook his head and smiled sweetly at the deputy. “No worries, darlin’. It doesn’t bother me. Anyways, let’s not dwell on the past. There are two very adorable youngins just born!” Droserathorn resurfaced from the den, a broad smile on his face. “And they’re very healthy.” He reported “Maybe even ready for a few friends to come see ‘em.” He gave a sly smile to Owlgaze and Skinknose as he spoke. The two recognized his hints, looked at each other, and hurried to visit their new clanmates.

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Weaselstar and Kitewhisker had decided to lead a small patrol along the east border, an area that hadn’t been thoroughly explored yet. Riversnap had offered to come with them in case they needed back up, but Weaselstar firmly rejected her. If there was going to be trouble, he wanted the least amount of cats in trouble. Besides. He had nine lives. He would never let a cat waste their only life if he had nine of them. So far, though, there were only scents of an unfamiliar animal, but not of a cat. It smelled sort of like a snake mixed with water. The very thought of the possible beast terrified the leader and he would avoid it if he could help it. Unlike the pine forest of the northern border, the east border was mainly a network of rivers and small lakes, flowing over muddy marshland. Kitewhisker huffed as her paw got sucked into a hole of mud. She ripped her foot from the trap with a squelching sound, shaking off the droplets of mud that clung to her fur. “I can see why no one has wanted to explore this area.” She grumbled. Weaselstar’s whiskers twitched in amusement. “It’s just mud.” He examined the hole that was left by her paw “But we do need to warn cats to be careful in the pits. Someone could get stuck.” Kitewhisker nodded. “Definitely not ragular-patrol-route material.” She agreed. Weaselstar took a few steps forward. As they passed a bush on the solid ground, he stopped. The bush was growling at him. It wasn’t a menacing growl, just a rumble. He raised an eyebrow and moved closer. The growl grew louder. “That’s one angry bush.” Kitewhisker whispered to him “What do you think is in there?” The leader shrugged and lifted a paw to prod at the obvious hiding spot. His toes brushed one of the leaves and the bush shook violently. A cat burst out from it, swatting at Weaselstar. He stumbled back, eyes wide with shock. Before him, a heavily pregnant queen was hissing. Her fur was puffed out, making her seem even larger. “Get away from me!” She yowled, swiping at the tom. But he wasn’t afraid. He could tell the queen wouldn’t hurt him. Her voice sounded uncertain, and her eyes were full of fear of the cats. Kitewhisker pushed past Weaselstar, who was still taken aback by her lunge. “Hey, it’s okay.” She soothed “We won’t hurt you.” The queen’s fur flattened slightly, but she was still in a battle stance. “My name is Kitewhisker, and this is Weaselstar.” She introduced, waving her tail at the leader, who gave a little nod. The she-cat’s eyes softened, her ears straightened, and she started to stand up. “Y-You’re Clan cats?” She whispered. Kitewhisker nodded with a kind smile. “Yes, we are. We are from RavenClan.” She affirmed “What’s your name? Are you lost from your Clan?” The queen shook her head. “M-My name is Littlefawn.” She meowed “No, I’m not lost. I left it quite a long time ago. No place around here, though. I doubt you’ve ever heard of it.” Kitewhisker nodded at her swollen belly. “You’ve been traveling alone like that?” She asked, in awe. Littlefawn nodded. “Yes. My mate and I got separated after a bad storm. I’ve been trying to find him.” Kitewhisker walked up to her and supported the she-cat on her shoulder. “Well, you can’t just stay out here.” Littefawn blinked up at her thankfully. “It’s kind of you to care, but I don’t exactly have anywhere else to go.” She sighed. Kitewhisker smiled. “You do now, isn’t that right, Weaselstar?” She meowed, looking at the leader. “Uh-” He stammered, Kitewhisker cutting him off. “See, you’re welcome to stay in RavenClan. We have another queen that can help you get adjusted.” She offered. Littlefawn’s eyes widened and a smile started to form. “You would do that?” She gasped. The deputy nodded furiously. “Of course!” She purred “We always help cats who need it.” Littlefawn shuffled her white paws, caked in mud. “W-Well, it is quite cold out here at night. Plus, I’m tired of grooming the mud out of my fur.” Kitewhisker started to walk with her. “Well don’t you worry, Littlefawn, there’s no mud in our nursery.” She promised gently. Littlefawn started to purr as the deputy led her in the direction of the camp, leaving Weaselstar in their wake. The tom was about to object, but he closed his mouth and sighed. He rose to his paws and followed his deputy and the new RavenClan queen.

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It had been a few days since the kits had opened their eyes. They had been cleared by the shaman, so anyone was able to visit and play with the new additions as they pleased. Littlefawn had settled in nicely, and Droserathorn had checked her for any signs of illness or injury, which she passed. Now, the shaman was shoving the last bit of the morning’s herbs into their respective storage spots. Riversnap was laying in the middle of the den, watching him calmly as he finished their job. Droserathorn sighed and looked at the storage, satisfied with his work. He walked over to Riversnap and settled beside her. “Thanks for helping me.” He sighed “Sorry it took so long.” He looked up at the crack in the ceiling to see that the oranges of sunset had now turned into the dark blue of late night. The she-cat shrugged. “It’s alright.” She meowed “I usually don’t sleep much anyways.” He tilted his head. “Why’s that?” He asked, slightly concerned. She rolled her eyes. “Just stupid stuff, really. I have too much to think about. Plus, it’s kinda cold in the den.” She sighed. Droserathorn licked a paw and drew it over his ear. “You should talk to Weaselstar or Kitewhisker about finding warmer nesting materials.” Riversnap shook her head. “Its ok.” She meowed with a smile “Besides, if they did find better insulators, I would make them give it to the nursery first. Kits need more warmth than I do.” Droserathorn nodded. Riversnap had also been helping with the kits. She knew so much about them. It was truly amazing. One time, she was able to figure out why Lionkit wouldn’t feed, even though it had stumped Wrenpetal and Droserathorn. “How do you know so much about kits?” He asked, moving closer to her “Have you had them?” Riversnap blinked in surprise. “Me? Have kits?” She huffed with laughter “No, no, not yet. My sisters have, though. I helped them and many queens in my old group. Agaricthroat will tell you that I was more of a mother to half of the kits than the actual queens, but I don’t believe that. I just picked up little tricks from the past she-cats I helped.” Droserathorn twitched his whiskers in amusement. “I guess I’ll have to have you present at Littlefawn’s kitting, then, since you know so much.” Riversnap giggled. “I wouldn’t mind helping out if you need it.” The shaman nodded and there was a moment of silence before his companion opened her mouth again. “Okay, my turn.” She meowed, shifting her weight to find a more comfortable position closer to him. “I have a question for you. ONe that many cats have been wondering.” The shaman swallowed. “Oh bot, here we go.” He chuckled nervously, preparing himself for the worst. “Where in the guardian’s reign is your accent from?” She asked, giggling. Droserathorn shared in her laughter for a moment, shaking his head with a grin. “Right. I assume it’s because you have no clue what I’m saying.” He chuckled. Riversnap nodded and Droserathorn sighed, getting ready to give the answer. “My father raised my brother and I. OUr mother died when we were born, and we were the only family he had. Well, my father wasn’t exactly from around here. He would always tell us stories from his old home. He would describe the green hills and the cliffs and the way the sea would crash against the stones on the beach. But he was a kittypet and his owners had to leave their home. So they took my father away with them. He had to cross the sea and he said it was the longest journey he’s ever been on. Well, anyways, his accent was different than the cats around here. I guess my brother and I adopted the accent since he raised us and taught us everything. I try to cover it, since not many people can understand a word I say, but when I get mad, it just slips out.” He explained. Riversnap was listening with awe. “You’re dad was from across the sea? That’s so cool!” She gasped. Droserathorn nodded with a chuckle. “Yea. It was awesome to hear what it was like when he was younger. Hopefully, I’ll be able to tell them to my kits.” Riversnap purred. “I’m sure they’d love to hear them. Although, I have to admit, I didn’t peg you for the fatherly type.” The shaman shrugged. “I think if I find the right mate, it would be amazing to have a family.” He sighed longingly. “But anyways, that’s why everything I shout sounds like gibberish.” Riversnap giggled and was about to ask him something else, when a tom cleared his throat by the den’s entrance. Both cats turned their heads to see the intruder. Weaselstar stood there in the moonlight, a tired look on his face. “I hate to interrupt,” He meowed quietly “But both Riversnap and I have to go on the dawn patrol tomorrow. And I think it would go a lot smoother if we both got some sleep, don’t you agree?” Riversnap swallowed and nodded. “Goodnight, Droserathorn. See you tomorrow.” She meowed with a small smile. She dipped her head to Weaselstar and left to go to the warrior’s den. Once she left, Droserathorn stared at Weaselstar. The tom furrowed his brows. “What?” the leader asked. The shaman huffed and rolled his eyes, sulking away to the back room to his nest. Weaselstar shrugged and returned to his side of the building. He leaped up to his platform and curled up in his nest, closing his eyes and drifting to sleep

Patrol: Weaselstar, Riversnap, Agaricthroat, Owlgaze
Hunting: Kitewhisker, Owlgaze, Riversnap, Agaricthroat
Training: Kitewhisker teaches Cypresspaw stamina ; Agaricthroat becomes Spikepaw's mentor
Rank Changes: Littlefawn joins the clan ; Spikepaw joins the clan
Herb Collection: Droserathorn, Riversnap
Mates/Births: Littlefawn (2) ; Agaricthroat and Ghostspirit of ScarabClan become secret mates
Servings: x2 mice, x1 frog
Other:
Cats to find: haypelt ; goldfinch

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 44 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 30 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 44 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Warriors:
➣ | Skinknose | 23 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 41 m | F
➣ | Agaricthroat | 38 m | M
➣ | Owlgaze | 20 m | F
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Apprentices:
➣ | Cypresspaw | 12 m | M
➣ | Spikepaw | 7 m | M
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Queens:
➣ | Wrenpetal | 36 m | F
➣ | Littlefawn | 30 m | F
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Kits:
➣ | Marshkit | 1 m | F
➣ | Lionkit | 1 m | M
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Elders:
➣ | Marsh | 129 m | M
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