- Username (cs + site): noctenne
Clans: lionclan
Name of the Clan your cat/group is going to: lionclan
Which cat/group are you trying out for: group #5
bourrée ( asphodelnose )
minuet ( dawnrose )
How will this cat/group fit into your Clan?:
bourrée and minuet were a scraggly pair, their paws worn, gazes tired but determined.
they trekked across the grassland for only starclan knows how long—to them, it felt li-
ke forever. the boiling heat that crept under their fur and crawled along their skin only
made it worse for the weary travelers. dehydration ran rampant through their weary
bodies, and all seemed lost when they went to rest, collapsing, in the cool shade of a
tree. time dragged by, painfully slow, the only thoughts running through their mind ho-
w they would give anything for water, the only thing they hear the buzzing of flies ar-
ound their ears and the rattling of each other’s breaths. they’ve stuck by each other t-
his long, ever-faithful and devoted to each other. they met when they were young and
foolish, a young tom and molly, who, although they hadn’t known they were each ot-
her’s forever, had despised each other at that time. minuet thought he was cocky and
arrogant, and he’d went through mollies like there was no tomorrow. bourrée thought
she was annoying and self-absorbed. eventually, that mutual dislike turned into some-
thing more for the two of them, when bourrée fought off a coyote to save her. a chil-
dhood enemies to companions, so to speak.
they’ve come so far, to where they are — they can’t give up now. with that in mind,
on unsteady legs bourrée forces himself to stand, blinking blearily at their surroundi-
ngs. he knows they need to find a source of water, and soon — and as an expert in t-
racking, he’s hopeful that he can find some. if they don’t, the boiling heat and har-
sh landscape will overtake them. breath rattling in his chest, he stumbled forward a
few steps. the determination to take care of his mate and to assure that she surviv-
es is what makes him clench his jaw and take a few steps forward before his legs b-
uckle out from underneath him and he goes crashing to the ground. a low whimper
slips through his teeth — he knows he shouldn’t give up, but the heat combined wi-
th the exhaustion from traveling so long is what has caused him to crumble. alerte-
d by the whimper, a passing patrol pauses in their return to camp. the molly in the
lead is known for her kindness and her devotion to making the clan strong — but a-
lso for her selflessness when helping others in need. upon further investigation the-
y find the slumped-over forms of a tom and, a few feet away, a molly. it takes the-
m a few moments to rouse them, both passed out on the ground.
“what are your names?” the molly in the lead of the patrol asks them kindly when
they are awake. there is no hostility in her stance nor in the way she gazes at them,
only warmth and understanding. the others in the patrol are not so sure, hanging
back warily and silently watching the exchange between their patrol leader and the
strangers. “ bourrée, and this is my mate — minuet.” the tom rasps, his tongue dry,
and eyes watering from the heat. “you are not used to the grassland.” it was not a
question, more of a statement, and bourrée nods. minuet watches the two of them,
eyes wide. it is clear that she is afraid — she reeks of it, surrounded by these cats.
“i am coldglow, of lionclan. come with us. our mage would be more than happy to
show you the hospitality of our clan.” with bourrée and minuet each leaning again-
st two of her other patrol members, coldglow leads the way on the slow, but short,
trek back to camp, head held high and her gait easy and confident. upon entering
the camp, bourrée and minuet are ushered into the den of autumnleaf, the clan’s
shaman to asses their health and if they have any injuries. they are fed, and given
water, two things that they eagerly eat. after meeting dashattack, the leader and
mage of lionclan, they are welcomed with open arms into the clan as battalion.
as time passes, bourrée and minuet fit into the clan as if they were born and raised
there. they watch the younglings grow up, scampering around their mother’s paws,
before they become scholars and then battalion. they train their own scholars, and
watch with pride as they pass their assessment and are celebrated as new battalion.
and when their own younglings are born, they both realize that they are truly home.
the clan for them have become family — although it is not by blood, or having been
born and raised within it, they cherish the friends and relationships they have made
as time has passed, and the new and wonderful memories they have created. and
the two of them are cherished for what they bring to the clan — bourrée‘s strength,
honor, and aptitude for tracking, and minuet’s clever wit and quick paws in hunting
prey. as their own younglings grow and advance through the rankings to join them
as battalion, the pair will look back fondly on all that has been done, and their love
and devotion to each other will prosper, flourish, and never end.
