Number of Cats: 11 | Next Starclan Visit: post 3 | Pebbles: 35 | Mod: Inky | required servings: 3 Abysmal frontier is mostly shorthair and mediumhair, with many, many orientals. They tend to be leaner and quicker than most clans due to their need to leap from rocky spires and race across the terrain. The most common colors are silver, gray, brown, cinnamon, black and ‘blue’ as well as lilac. Points and tabbies and bicolors are common, smokes and points are uncommon, and solids and dilutes are very rare. how on earth am i gonna explain my 10 month unofficial hiatus in-storyThe Captain stood poised on one of the spires of rock, jutting out from the field, gazing out across the pale golden landscape, her chest swelling with pride. The whole world seemed to have adopted a golden to red color. Autumn was here, and with it, Winter would follow suit. it was a strange time, a mirage of bliss, the calm before the storm. Sarnai basked in it.
In the span of a single moon, her great land had swelled with cats, some passing through, a few staying, the loners and rogues undeterred by the territory's lack of any real scent markers. she had feared the unwanted attention at first, after a few scraps. her ear still stung from the nick it now wore, as proof. However, it soon turned to genius when a few of them turned out to be friendly, and stayed with her!
The first two was a strange tom named Mister Waffles. He traveled with his only son, Sapling. Waffles was a strange one, he never spoke of their past or of Sapling's mother. Sarnai decided it was best left at that, not wanting to upset them.
The two often fought, Sapling wanting to get away from his father, run at his own pace. It was rather strange to watch. Sarnai wondered if it was normal, or simply the stress of change.
The two toms weren't the only new faces however. After their entrance, a few other cats had taken and interest. A large grey she-cat, named Helfyr had turned up during on of their patrols. She had with her a small nurseling, Iteyamus, a fluffy golden tom, Goldenrod, a young white cat, named Birch and trailing along behind them was a shy little she-cat known as Holly, for the sprig of it caught in the fur on top of her head. When Sarnai had pointed it out, Holly merely giggled and insisted it was a choice.
They fit in just fine with the ragtag group, give or take a few tussles and Helfyr general prickliness. Birch in particular fit slotted himself in perfectly with Sapling, the two seeming to bond quickly over their shared annoyance for their parental figure's worrying. Holly wasn't Birch's real mother, but she certainly never missed a chance to dote of him, or smooth down a stray tuft of fur.
Not all was well though. A young white she-cat with scraggly fur and sharp pointed teeth had been spotted as well as scented multiple times and had only ever shown them hostility or wariness. She smelled heavily of herbs and perhaps a bit of carrion. Like a crow that had rolled around in sage.
Itey had been the first to spot her, pointing out the lykoi, as she froze, foxlengths away, jaws stuffed full of marigold and various other plants. She had hurried off shortly after Sarnai and Goldenrod came running, leaving them to only glimpse her white tail-tip.
Itey had been heavily chastised for wandering away from camp after that. Nurselings now were never left unsupervised.
Another loner had made residence too, although they had yet to be spotted. Only their reoccurring scent of smoke ever told them they had been their. Frighteningly close to camp too. A guard was now posted each night.
The final, and, in Sarnai's opinion,
Best new arrival had been that of a small, yet sturdy she-cat named Weylyn. She was levelheaded, proud and quite beautiful.
When Weylyn was found by patrol, she held her ground and refused to be chased off, but never unsheathed her claws either. Her bravery was quite admirable and she quickly earned the clan's respect, if not begrudgingly from a few. Mainly Holly who insisted that the newcomer smelled familiar, but couldn't pinpoint were from, as well as Helfyr, who strongly believed Sarnai had made a mistake in trusting her so willingly. Helfyr had voiced her opinion that Weylyn's insistence to join them was suspicious, but Helfyr also thought that the white lykoi was some sort of bad omen. So it was best to take the sour she-cat with a bit of skeptism.
Things were going well, for now. Sarnai could only hold her breath and pray it stayed that way, at least for now.
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I can explain- (i am sorry i haven't posted since december 2020)
Waffles is sent by starclan
Sapling was found on patrol (following his father Waffles)
Helfyr and itey (i think) came from one of the winter events (i'm sorry some of these have been in here since december)
Weylyn was sent as one of grey's presents
Teki and Birch were both snowball cats
Goldenrod came from inky as i think one of the mystery presents
Holly came from that food event
Fritz was my birthday cat
i will have 5 more cats coming from mistyclan's readopt because a clan of about 100 cats is about to get nae-naed big time, so you better believe i am taking as many as legally possible
Sarnai, Holly and Weylyn hunt
Waffles and Sapling hunt
Helfyr and Birch patrol the border
Waffles trains Sapling
Goldenrod trains Birch
The clan fasts (1 moon of fasting left)
the clan collects x1 minnow from the advent calendar (they are gonna need it)
they also collect x2 hares, x1 poppy seeds, x10 pebbles, x1 rabbit, x1 fish and x2 mice