- CHESSCLAN !!
- ROOKSTAR || Roi || Tom || 51 Moons || Tagged: Sun’s Guiding Light (The Court of the Butterflies)
Rookstar nodded at Sunlight's word, sympathy and worry suddenly filling his mind. He would have to ask Chasmstar if she'd met a Larch's Advance cat, or if any of the cats today had heard word of them. A Clan disbanding was a major event, and he'd prefer to know about it. When presented with Sunlight's question, Rookstar barked out a laugh and nodded. "There's too many cats from other Clans to count! I myself wasn't even born in ChessClan, but in a mountainous Clan called JaggedClan. It disbanded and myself and group of cats met with the first Dame and Roi and founded ChessClan," he purred, remembering how young he and his sister had been. It had been so long since they first had met Aspstar and Horizonstar, and he missed the simpler days. Juncoflight had been hopelessly pining after Twilightpouce, and Rookstar had been chasing after Chasmstar. He shook his pelt out and remembered how upset Valleyrunner had been at the thought of joining another Clan, but his daughters had eventually convinced him to stay. He'd even found another mate and had two more litters before Orangeray's untimely passing. Valleyrunner loved his grandkits, and he was so great with all the Pions. I really should visit with him when I get back to my camp, he thought. A smile crept across his face as he thought of the founding members of ChessClan, and a love for Loonfrost filled his heart. Juncoflight, so set in her ways that Loonfrost should have been their mother, had convinced him to leave their other family behind to follow her. He loved her dearly, but he still held onto the fierce love for his father. His love for his mother, who had mostly been absent, was fainter but still there. Richterscreech was now one of Rookstar's closest friends, and Sweethen was a molly loved and respected by all. He chuckled as he remembered her face when he had just recently appointed Caramelpaw as an Apprenti. She was still grieving for Finn, but he knew she was content with the three kits she had in the Clan with her. Rookstar very clearly loved his Clan, more than he probably should.
CHASMSTAR || Dame || Molly || 42 Moons || Tagged: Marlon (Earthfall)
Chasmstar's entire body vibrated as she surged into the Gathering. She had eyes for only one pelt, and she sifted through the mass of cats until she spotted the eyes that made her blood boil. She wouldn't let him get the better of her this time, no she wouldn't. She stalked across the ground until she reached the tom, twisting around to run her thick tail underneath his chin in a greeting. "Hello, darling," she purred, her voice silky smooth yet dripping with all the venom she could muster. "I sure hope this past moon has brought as much misery upon your shoulders as it possibly could," she chirped brightly, as if she hadn't just blatantly insulted and wished harm on another cat. Her eyes were turned up in a wicked smile, and she winked at the tom before sweeping herself in a circle and sitting with her tail wrapped tightly around her paws. With one final action to complete her strange hello, she reached up with a paw and lightly tapped the tom's nose with a kit-like grin.
RICHTERSCREECH || Tour || Tom || 61 Moons || Tagged: Ivyblossom (SpruceClan)
Richterscreech nodded enthusiastically. “Wolfwhiskers means well, but he’s so overbearing sometimes. There are minor scrapes that end with me confined to his den for a moon,” he chuckled, not caring to fix his slight exaggeration. It was true that he often got into one-sided scraps with thorn bushes that left him a little worse for wear, but he wouldn’t admit that to a deputy of another Clan. “I thought my confinement would never end,” he meowed suddenly, raising his eyes to the sky with a wistful. “I was beginning to think I’d never get to sit out of camp and just stare at the stars,” he mumbled quietly.
WOLFWHISKERS || Fou || Tom || 66 Moons || Tagged: Emberspark (HazeClan)
Wolfwhiskers nodded as Emberspark spoke, his heart thudding as she mentioned getting her spark back. The sentence seemed almost special, as if it were something she hadn’t admitted to another cat. He doubted this was the first instance of her mentioning it, but then she spoke about not letting him down. “You won’t let me down, I can promise you that,” he meowed suddenly, the need to reassure her almost overwhelming. He could barely realize that the words were coming from him at this point. It was a near out-of-body experience, watching the conversation unfold from the sidelines. “I so look forward to these meetings, you know,” he blurted, finally regaining control and realizing he didn’t want to stop speaking the truth. It was rare for him to not hide his feelings, and an emotion similar to peace filled him as he spoke what was on his mind and not what was on a pre-planned script.
PAPILLONSHIMMER || Cavalier || Molly || 28 Moons || Tagged: Apisbumble (SloughClan)
- Papillonshimmer, knowing she couldn’t hide anything from her sister, simply sighed. “I just want to protect you,” she meowed, eyes searching Apisbumble’s. “We’ve been through so much, and I want to stop any grief from ever touching you again. Antflare sounds like a wonderful tom, but can I trust him to do that? If he loves you? he’ll do what I can’t do since we don’t live in the same Clan,” she explained slowly, her unblinking eyes gazing at Apisbumble through the entire speech. Papillonshimmer trembled slightly, worried she’d said something wrong as as she waited for a reply. It was terrifying to think that a simple statement might cause a rift, and while she doubted a statement revolving around what her’s was about could cause such issues, it could always happen. Her thoughts began to wander as she remembered the many times she and Apisbumble had been as thick as thieves, always together and never apart. The reminiscing only made Papillonshimmer miss those days more.
CRÉCERELLEFLIGHT || Cavalier || Tom || 53 Moons || Tagged: Morasspounce (SloughClan)
- Crécerelleflight's eyes were wide with shock as Morasspounce opened up about her past. "I'm so sorry they saw you for that, but they never should have. There are plenty of cats in ChessClan with shorter legs, but they're just as valuable as those with average sized legs. They aren't any different, though I do sometimes have to fish Tourbillonpelt out of ditches because he underestimates jumps," Crécerelleflight chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood but still keep on the serious topic. "As for the feeling of needing to prove yourself so that they'll love you? I can understand that. I thought I had to be the best Cavalier in ChessClan to be accepted, but you never have to prove yourself to any cat. If you do, then that's a friendship or relationship that you don't need to be in," he meowed quietly. "SloughClan isn't like that, are they?" he asked suddenly, knowing it was very unlikely they were. Still, he wanted to make sure Morasspounce was settled and happy where she was. He wanted her to be happy, and he hoped that SloughClan was the place for that.
ROMARINTUFT || Cavalier || Tom || 15 Moons || Tagged: Frecklenose (LightClan)
Romarintuft could sense the uncomfortable sadness that radiated from Frecklenose, and he forced a smile onto his face to try and cheer her up. "All's well, that ends well, right?" he purred, trying to hide the strain in his voice. Her apology had been welcome, but he believed it unnecessary. He hated when others felt sympathy for him, which was a large reason he never brought up his deceased family members, but he was willing to forgive Frecklenose. She didn't know him well, not in the way he and Mauvefleck knew each other. A pang of grief reached his heart, and he knew he needed to make sure Mauvefleck was doing okay when he made it back to camp. She had taken their parents' deaths hard, and was still not the molly she had once been. Romarintuft doubted she would ever be as joyous as she had been as a kit and young apprenti, but he hoped she could get as close to that cat as possible. He loved her so much, and he would do anything for his sister. She wasn't just a littermate, she was also his best friend. he snapped out of his thoughts as Frecklenose opened up about her own family. When he heard she'd mostly never had one, he could almost relate to her. He'd been so young when Quickcough stole his parents from him, it was almost as if he'd only ever had Mauvefleck in his life. "It's hard, to feel like you're alone. I always thought I was when my grief was fresh, but my clanmates proved me wrong," he chuckled sadly, remembering how many cats had checked on him daily when he was mourning. Frecklenose speaking of seeing LightClan as her family made his heart lift, and he realized that he saw ChessClan as his family. "I feel the same way, you know? ChessClan has been all I've known for most of my life, and every cat was there when I was just a little Pion. It's like every cat's an aunt, uncle, or sibling," he meowed, eyes sparkling with mischief when he heard a specific name. "Sorreltuft, eh? Could this Sorreltuft be more than a friend?" he chuckled, nudging Frecklenose with his shoulder.
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- KATTER AV DEN FROSNE ØYA
- MOOSESTAR || Dronning || Molly || 58 Moons || Tagged: Squirrelflash (Evergreen Park)
The molly introduced herself as Squirrelflash, and Moosestar took note of the strange suffix. While she most clearly had a rank equivalent to a leader, she didn't take the "-star" suffix. "Pathfinder is quite the unique name for a leader," she meowed, not caring that her own title was Dronning. She wrapped her large tail around her paws before flicking an ear. She twitched her whiskers slowly, making sure none were sticking off at an odd angle. She would hate to be presenting herself in such a state of disarray to another leader. "Evergreen Park is also surely unique. Most groups have Clan in their name," she added, also forgetting to consider the lack of the word Clan in her own group's name. She did, still, refer to Frosne as a "Clan", most commonly her Clan. Her chest puffed out as she sat up a bit straighter, pride in her Clan filling her mind as her thoughts wandered. She would have to remember to tell Oystersnap that she was proud of her Clan, but she wouldn't blatantly say it. The Lærling didn't need to overhear her on that, or rumors would spread like frost throughout the Clan.
OYSTERSNAP || Hertuger || Tom || 94 Moons || Tagged: Atlasrain (ChaosClan)
The corners of Oystersnap's eyes crinkled as he smiled, nodding at Atlasrain's words of their own journey. Sure, the walk had been long and hard for a single night of mingling, but Oystersnap would always believe it to be worth it. As Atlasrain commented on the current size of the group of cats, Oystersnap nodded enthusiastically. "I haven't been coming for very long, since Gatherings are a rare treat for us, but it seems to grow exponentially every time we return," he chuckled, remembering how strange it had been. His first Gathering had been a smaller one, not as many Clans and not as many cats from each Clan attending, but the size nearly doubled the second time. Clans sure seemed to grow quickly, and new ones were always popping up. How did all these cats even hear of the Gathering? Some things were beyond Oystersnap's understanding, but that didn't mean they weren't a joy to ponder about.
CROOKEDSTRIKE || Nedre Beskyttere || Molly || 31 Moons || Tagged: Mintfur (SpruceClan) & Greenflash (RavenClan)
“I don’t think I could ever have that many litters. I love the nursery, but not enough to stay permanently,” she chuckled, shaking out her pelt. Her eyes widened as her belly swung beneath her, surprised it was already low enough to do that. It wouldn’t be long before she would have to tell Tombecho and Maplesong.
Crookedstrike just rolled her eyes teasingly at Mintfur, sneaking in a wink at the last second. “Tombecho and Maplesong have well-stocked stores. We’ve got three mollies kitting this moon, and then there me,” she chuckled, gesturing at herself with her tail. The small boom of kits was exciting nearly every cat in the Clan, and Crookedstrike was growing more and more eager to meet her litter as news of Ospreyfrost, Aurorashine, and Orionstrike’s due dates grew closer and closer.
BELLMELODY & BOGBELLY || Lavere Jagere || Molly & Tom || 24 & 25 Moons || Tagged: Nutmegdawn & Peppermintcloud (IceClan)
Bellmelody grinned as Nutmegdawn and Peppermintcloud acted like an elderly couple, one that had been together for too many moons to count. She hoped to find a love like that someday, but she had to suppress the thoughts of that love being Bogbelly. "I was brought into Frosne as a young kit, so I've essentially grown up there. Same thing goes for Bogbelly," she meowed, answering for the tom who seemed lost in his thoughts. "Huh?" he meowed, blinking in embarrassment as he realized he'd missed a whole conversation point. Bellmelody giggled at the tom's response, and she turned back to the two IceClan cats. "Your territory sounds pretty nice. I could never imagine living somewhere without all the snow and ice," she chuckled, twisting their own words back at them.
DIPPERDUO || Seniorbeskyttere || Molly || 54 Moons || Tagged: Briarwind (Viridian Court)
- Dipperduo caught herself getting lost in the stars, images of constellations and myths swirling about her head in seemingly tangible squares. She quickly shook her head, her ears flapping slightly to clear the distracting thoughts. "There are hardly any clouds in my territory, and I often stargaze at night. It's beautiful when the the northern lights happen," she sighed softly, thinking of the beautiful greens that danced across the sky in swirling patterns. She almost wondered if the lights were just the Gods dancing, but she nearly laughed at the thought. Yes, some Gods were in the sky, but several preferred to spend their time amongst the living, and then there were always the two who rule the afterlife for evil cats with iron paws. She let a chuckle slip out, and she quickly turned to Briarwind to see if the molly had heard.
LEMMINGPAW || Lærling || Tom || 16 Moons || Tagged: Echopaw (SloughClan)
- Lemmingpaw gave a shudder at the word mud, looking down at his silverly pelt to ensure there were no dirt splotches. "I could never do it, living in a marsh I mean. Rolling in snow keeps my pelt clean, but rolling in mud would just— ick!" he trailed off, twisting around to check his spine and haunches. Just the thought of such an act as rolling in the mud made him feel as if he were covered in it, and he stood up. "I just really don't like dirt," he chuckled, hoping Echopaw wouldn't take offense to his sudden and harsh reaction. "A swamp does sound like a lovely home for any cat other than me, though," he meowed, sitting back down and trying to calm himself. "Do you have any of those huge trees with the giant roots you can get underneath? My mother told me about them when I was a kit," he meowed, excitement edging his mew as he visualized the tree his mother had always talked about living in.
GINGERBREADPAW || Lærling || Molly || 6 Moons || Tagged: Impalapaw (SloughClan)
- Gingerbreadpaw laughed as Impalapaw talked about the origin of his name, and she began thinking of a brightly colored deer. Maybe that's what he meant by a deer but not a deer, just a strangely colored one. Maybe instead of antlers, they had strange twisting horns. Gingerbreadpaw giggled to herself as this horrifyingly pink creature took shape in her mind, and she had to duck her head to avoid Impalapaw's eyes. When he mentioned Echopaw, she followed his gaze to see Lemmingpaw as well. "Oh, that's Lemmingpaw. He's such a jerk sometimes, but he means well," she sighed, rolling her eyes and looking back at Impalapaw. She could only imagine what he was talking about with Echopaw, considering some of the strange descriptions of places she'd overheard from him. She honestly thought half of them were made up.
