[Adamented]

Username: Adamented
Storage: HareClan
Last Patrol Post: n/a
Patrol:

Pikastar was a loner named Pika who received a dream of gathering cats from her ancestors, she decided to pursue that destiny by gathering other struggling loners. They built their home on the lands where her ancestors lived and died, learning from their visits in dreams the traditions of Clan life, and founding HareClan. Pikastar decided to name the Clan after both the most prevalent prey in their territory and her littermate, Hare, who died as a loner when they were young, defending Pika.

Word Count: 84

Hoping to write this into lore with more detail for next week's patrol n.n

[Hawk WillowWatcher]

Username: Hawk WillowWatcher
Storage: https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4988038
Last Patrol Post: Never
Patrol: EmberStar walked alone in the forest, remembering their past. they were a loner who traveled the land (they were named Ember then.). They were happy with that life, her brother traveled with her. He was Deaf, but he could do anything a cat could do. But… they should have stayed away from the twolegs nest. It was the worst mistake she made. And the best one?. The twolegs who caught her stuffed an itchy collar around her neck and gave her a degrading name. Teefs… any time she said that name she spat it out. She hated that name. It was only a few months before she escaped her life as a kitty pet. When she got the chance, one of the twolegs opened the door to go out. She ran, clawing her way out. She was free… but the twolegs kept running after her. After a while, she managed to lose them. But she was lost in the forest. She followed the scent of mice to a barn. Where she met SplashFur, called Egg at the time. Egg helped her find her friends and make it to the valley. She found the home for her clan there. She smiled and continued her patrol.
Word Count: 204 words (20 XP?)

[dimi.]

Username: dimi.
Storage: Riftclan
Last Patrol Post: N/A
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A collar is a symbol of possession by one greater than a cat. A symbol of a lack of independence, reliance on a much bigger animal than themselves. A two-leg, possessing a cat, or even multiple, for one's own enjoyment.

While Moonstar herself doesn't see anything wrong with being a kittypet, that lack of stigma is not present in other clan cats like herself. To others, a collar is a symbol of submission and weakness, as well as the unwillingness to work for one's own gain. Moonstar herself was never a kittypet, but she has seen kittypets torn down for their heritage, and when she became leader of Riftclan, this was something she wanted to stomp out.

And so, she introduced a new tradition to the clan. All cats that enter Riftclan are to receive collars. These are not just any collars though - they are flashy, and decorated by those who receive them. While most default to having the teeth of prey embedded into the cloth, others decorate their collars with leaves, flowers, even fragrances from things the two-leg's discard. Most of the cats that enter the clan come from a kittypet background, and bring a collar with them to be decorated. However, for those who do not possess collars, Moonstar will personally go on a hunt for collars to don their new members with.

Collars are not required to be worn by members of the clan until their apprenticeship is completed. This is to ensure that one collar is enough for most if not all of their lifespan. This also shows a sense of pride to the cats whom don collars, showing that they left behind their destinies to be owned by humans to seek out enjoyment in their own independence.

However, though Moonstar doesn't admit it, the collar tradition is also to ensure that kittypets never feel odd when they enter her territory. Many kittypets are scared off by cats whom are battered and do not possess a collar, and by implementing this into her clan, she has made her borders far more welcoming to outsiders gazing upon her clan for the first time. Some of the cats of Riftclan aren't fond of the collar tradition, though respect it well enough and wear their collars with pride.

The way one decorates their collar is up to them. For clan cats, most default to teeth. It's what looks the most intimidating. For cats that come from a kittypet background, their decoration process is more intimate. It depends on how they feel about leaving their human behind. If they feel bad, they will keep their collar unmodified. For those who left behind a poor living situation, they will decorate their collar with things that remind them to keep moving forward - things that they may have not had access to in their kittypet origins, such as bones, feathers from birds, medical herbs, among other things. It's a symbol that they have left their dependent roots behind and become strong enough to hold themselves up, while also helping others just like them.

Word Count: 510

[Bluejoy14]

Username: Bluejoy14
Storage: Azaleasclan
Last Patrol Post: none
Patrol: Wandering alone in the big vast forest on the other side of the big dangerous path away from the old life she used to live. Badger’s Feather had left her old clan looking for a place to feel belonged and not discouraged by others. She had a rough start to life losing a mother and being accepted into a clan that despised her existence from a kit to now an adult. She only had one friend that accepted her, which was the old knowledgeable medicine cat. Badger’s Feather had wanted to be a medicine cat, but could not as there were three medicine cats already in the clan. One of which was an apprentice and the other a younger medicine cat both of which thought of her as bothersome. When the two other medicine cats left to gather, she had been taught all the knowledge of the herbs and the opposite when they stayed, she went out and helped. While doing all of that she was being trained as a warrior by her mentor who did not care what she did or how well she was doing. When she finally got her warrior's name she stayed for a few moons before going to the leader and telling him she was leaving to go on a journey and explore. The leader had hesitated about this as he was losing another warrior but decided to let Badger’s Feather go. The next day she left and set off past the clan territory to start her journey.
She traveled far but when she reached a little stream, she saw a bird watching and looking at her curiously. She tried to catch the bird, but it was smart dodging her paws. Soon giving up she started her path with the bird following her. She tried shooing it away, but nothing worked and soon gave up after many attempts. While sleeping the bird flew down and layed on her head snuggling in and Badger’s Feather just huffed in defeat. After a few days she decided to name the bird Branch, and they then started traveling together. She soon found a floral covered area deep in the woods and decided to stay there for the day and later on in the future.

Word Count: 375

[LavenderRain]

Username: LavenderRain
Storage: Snowdrop Sanctuary
Last Patrol Post: n/a
Patrol:

The sweet chirping call of a robin could be heard in the distance as Marigoldpaw raised her head from her paws. She had become an apprentice only 1 week ago, and she still had trouble sleeping from excitement. And like yesterday and the day before that, she found herself wide awake long before the sun, and even before the earliest of the morning birds. With a sigh, she decided she might as well get up and make herself useful, seeing as she wasn’t going to be getting anymore sleep. To no surprise, she appeared to be the only one up aside from the two cats who stood guard at the entrance, Snowcloud and his apprentice Creekpaw. Sleepily sauntering over to them, Marigoldpaw gave a quiet meow in greeting.

“Morning Marigoldpaw! I know Molefluff likes punctuality, but isn’t before the sun perhaps a bit too early?” Snowcloud asked with an amused smile.

“I couldn’t sleep again, too excited to be learning a fighting technique today. Thought I might as well be of use if I can’t sleep and catch a mouse or something.” Marigoldpaw responded, stifling a yawn.

Creekpaw rolled his eyes. “Well since you’re so awake, you could take my place here so I could get some early sleep-”

Snowcloud cuffed his ears, cutting him short. “How are you going to get the full experience of being a guard if you can’t even last one night without falling asleep on duty? Go ahead and have a good hunt, Marigoldpaw, just make sure not to stray too far, you’ve still pretty young and inexperienced.”

Biting back a retort about her apearent lack of experience, Marigoldpaw thanked the fluffy warrior, and made her way through the tunnel entrance of the camp and into the surrounding forest. With the sun yet to come up, the forest was still quite dark, and Marigoldpaw had to be careful to make sure she didn’t fall down any unexpected dips or run into rocks as she slowly made her way deeper into the territory. She caught a few scents of prey as she went along, a bird here and a rabbit over there, all requiring more energy and tact to catch than she wanted to exert right now. Suddenly, she paused as a new smell came to her nose, wet and earthy, and slightly of decay. Filled with a sense of excitement and adventure, she carefully and slowly tried to find where the smell was coming from. Past overgrown ferns, cautiously through a prickly blackberry bush, and through a near hidden gap between a boulder and old oak tree, until she found herself looking into a hidden hollow. Despite the fact that the sun was now reaching the horizon, the hollow was quite dark, with large brushes along the edge and thick trees hiding most of the sky. The earth was dark and damp from morning dew and the lower elevation, as Marigoldpaw carefully climbed down to examine her new found hiding spot. It wasn’t a very large spot, perhaps just big enough for a mentor to train an apprentice.

Or maybe to work as a hideaway for kittens not wanting to be bossed around by their mentors, Marigoldpaw through with a chuckle as she remembered Creekpaw’s sleepy and disgruntled face.

Suddenly something white, or near white at least, caught the corner of her eye. Warily she crept towards it, until she realized with wonder that she was looking at a slightly dirty but fully intact skeleton from some large animal. She circled it in amazement, it was easily as large as fluffy Snowcloud, and in the early morning light it seemed to almost give off an eerie glow. This was the first skeleton Marigoldpaw had ever seen so cleaning rid of any meat or fur, and definitely the biggest, much larger than any prey any cat had ever eaten at camp. The trance over Marigoldpaw was suddenly broken as a pair of noisy pigeons flew overhead, and she jumped realizing how late it had become, Molefluff was probably looking for her.

He’ll probably give me another lecture now on punctuality, she thought bitterly to herself as she started to climb out to the hollow, before pausing at the top of the bank to glance back. The beautiful skeleton lay silently in the mud, its trance still trying to hold Marigoldpaw there, apparently to admire it forever. After some hesitation, the young she-cat ran down the bank, grabbed one of the rib bones in her mouth (she couldn’t carry anything larger even though she’d rather have grabbed the skull), and ran back out of the hollow and toward the camp.

Snowcloud and Creekpaw weren’t at the entrance, and had probably gone to bed by now, so she went to the next cat she saw, Molefluff. Swinging the heavy bone haphazardly, she ran over to her mentor, trying to excitedly explain her adventure, but only muffled sounds came out before the large bone in her mouth.

“There you are Margioldpaw! What have I told you about punctuality? A cat who can’t make it to training on time won’t find themselves in time for anything in life! Now hurry and toss out that bone and meet me in the training patch!” Molefluff said in a huff and left towards the training section of camp.

Marigoldpaw gave a harumph of disappointment. Of course stuffy old Molefluff wouldn’t appreciate true beauty and wonder like this. And what on earth did it even mean to find themselves in time for life? But the interaction had reminded her of the exciting fact that she was to learn new exciting stuff today, so sneaking away to a hidden nook in camp only she knew about, she very carefully put down the bone, making sure it was angled the best it could in the sunlight. For a second she sat there admiring her new treasure, it almost seemed a little bit… lonely. Did bones need friends like cats? Well whether they did or not, she decided it couldn’t hurt to have some friends, after all it wouldn’t be hard to sneak away a bone or two after finishing a piece of prey. She smiled happily to herself, the idea of growing her collection filling her with excitement, before she ran to meet up with her mentor in the Training Patch.

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[lacke]

Username: lacke
Storage: Eclipseclan
Last Patrol Post: n/a
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Serenity lounged lazily on the wooden fence that separated her twoleg nest from the dense, untamed forest beyond. Her sleek fur, once so accustomed to the warmth of her home, now bristled with anticipation. The soft breeze carried the scent of the wild world - earth, pine and something far more alluring. She gazed into the distance, her eyes reflecting the fading light of the setting sun. It had become a routine for Serenity, spending hours perched on that fence, teetering between the life of comfort and the wild unknown. Her twolegs loved her dearly, and she loved them back in her way. They gave her food, soft beds, and a gentle hand to stroke her fur. But despite the safety and ease of her life, Serenity felt a persistent pull toward the wilderness. The trees whispered secrets she longed to understand, and the wind carried promises of a life she had never known.

One evening, as dusk settled over the garden, a new scent reached her nose. Wild and untamed. She stiffened, her gaze locking onto the forest edge. Slowly, a lean, scarred tomcat emerged from the underbrush. His fur was a mottled brown, and his eyes gleamed with the sharpness of some cat who had seen more moons than Serenity could imagine. She remained frozen, unsure if she should stay or flee.

"Why do you watch from your perch, kittypet?" the tom asked, his voice low and gravelly. He didn't sound threatening, but his presence was commanding, like the forest itself had taken form in the shape of a cat.

"I... I like the view," she replied, her voice faltering slightly.

The tom chuckled. "The view, or the stories you've yet to hear?"

Serenity blinked, curiosity getting the better of her. "Stories?" The tom leapt gracefully onto the fence, landing beside her with a quiet thud. Up close, she could see the old wounds etched into his fur, the marks of a life spent in the battle with the wild. Yet, his eyes were steady, filled with knowledge that made Serenity's heart race.

"I've seen you out here many times, gazing into the woods as if it calls your name," the tom said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed her. "You've felt it, haven't you? The pull of the wild, the lure of the unknown. It's in your blood."

Serenity's tail twitched, her mind racing. "What do you mean?"

The tom looked out toward the forest, his gaze distant as if he were reliving old memories. "Long ago, before Twolegs claimed these lands, there were clans of cats who lived by laws of the stars. They hunted, fought, and thrived beneath the moon and the sun, free from the confines of Twoleg nests. They called themselves warriors, and they believed that their ancestors lived among the stars, watching over them."

Serenity's ears perked. She had heard whispers of wild cats before, but never anything like this. "The clans?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The tom nodded. "Multiple different clans once ruled these lands. They were strong, proud, and deeply connected to the world around them. But they were also guided by something greater - their belief in Starclan, the spirits of their ancestors who shone down from the night sky. They believed that when they died, they would join the stars and continue to lead their clanmates from above." Serenity stared up at the darkening sky, her eyes wide. The stars were beginning to emerge, faint but steady against the deepening blue. The idea of a life connected to the stars, living with purpose and unity with the world, stirred something deep inside her.

"But... what happened to them?" she asked, her voice tinged with sadness. The tom's gaze fell, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought.

"The clans faded with time. Some say they were driven out by Twolegs, others believe they simply disappeared, their spirits returning to the stars. But their legacy remains. Cats like me remember their story, their code of honor, and the freedom they fought for." Serenity felt her heart beat faster. The life he described, the connection to the stars, was so different from the comfortable, yet empty, existence she knew. Every day she felt the weight of her cushioned life growing heavier, a barrier between her and the adventure she craved.

"Do you... do you believe that those clans could return?" Serenity asked, her voice trembling slightly with hope.

The tom turned his sharp gaze back to her. "Perhaps. The stars watch over us all, kittypet. If a cat is brave enough, they can reclaim the life the clans once had. But it takes more than just desire. It takes strength, loyalty, and the willingness to leave everything behind." Serenity swallowed hard, her mind racing. Could she really leave her Twoleg home? The warmth, the safety, the love she had known for so long? But then again, could she truly ignore the yearning in her heart, the call of the wild that echoed in every breath of wind and every rustling leaf?

"I want to know more," she said, determination edging her voice.

The tom smiled, a rare, fleeting expression that softened the hardness in his features. "I thought you might. The life of a warrior is not easy, but it is full of purpose. The stars guide those who seek them."

For the next few nights, the tom returned, sharing more stories of the clans - of battles fought under the moon, of leaders chosen by the stars, and of a way of life that embraced the wild and the free. Serenity listened intently, each tale fueling the fire inside her.

Then, one evening, the tom did not return. Serenity waited by the fence, her heart sinking as the moon rose high in the sky. The air felt different, heavier, as if urging her to make a choice. She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the darkened forest. She thought of the tom's words, of the stories he had told her, and of the life she longed for. Without a second thought, she jumped down from the fence, her paws landing softly on the grass. She looked back at her Twoleg nest one last time, the lights glowing warmly from the windows. But the warmth no longer called to her. The shadows of the forest beckoned, and the stars above seemed to twinkle in approval. With her heart racing and her spirit soaring, Serenity stepped into the wild, ready to chase the legacy of the clans and forge her own path under the watchful gaze of stars.

Serenity never truly found out what happened to the tom. After that final evening when he failed to appear, she often wondered if he had been a real cat or merely a figment of her imagination, a messenger sent by the stars. His sudden disappearance left her with more questions than answers, but his stories had ignited a fire in her heart. Some nights, as Serenity lay under the open sky, she would catch glimpses of shadows moving in the distance, or hear the soft rustle of the leaves that reminded her of his voice. She wondered if he had returned to the stars, his duty fulfilled, or if he was simply a part of the forest, always watching but never revealing himself. In the end, Serenity chose to believe that the tom was real, a wanderer like her, who had lived the life she was destined for. Whether he was a ghost of the past or a living spirit of the forest didn’t matter anymore. His stories had shown her the path, and that was all she needed to follow her own destiny.

Word Count: 1,289 (im so sorry)

[JaxyTheGhost]

A litle story of my Clan from before the eartquacke took place and before the cats of the Upper and Lower Circle were united.

Username: JaxyTheGhost
Storage: COR
Last Patrol Post: n/a
Patrol:

>>Hel knew that he wouldn’t have enough time to explain to the Children of Light just how dangerous his brother was. Lihan deceived them, tricked them into worshiping him like the god he would like to be, the god he saw himself as.

He founded a church, a cult, got these poor lost souls to follow him, give their lives for him and there was nothing Hel could do. Nobody believed him. He was the dark side. The ruler of death, the creator of the afterlife. He was a dark soul, a lying fox. It was his fault they saw himself like that. His love for his brother was just too strong and when Lihan told him that he would like to rule the light, Hel let him. Anything to see his little brother happy, right?
Now he had to find a way to save the Children, save Cor.<<

Cor was a broken land. Has been since the ground broke open and revealed a bustling ecosystem deep under it. Dark spirits inhabit the dark and gloomy valleys, demons wander through giant rainforests and amidst all of those two brothers, cats, who just tried to survive this harsh environment.
But with the big opening that scratched the sky more cats found their way into the depths beneath.
They asked Hel and Lihan to guide them, to teach them how to survive down in Cor. And the brothers did. As guardians of this place they knew best. They kept the balance between all beings in Cor, they decided who was to be trusted and who to be shunned.

Even before the giant rumble a Circle has formed in Cor. Today this Clan is known as the "Lower Circle", back then it was known simply as "The Circle". It was a giant accumulation of cats that tried to survive in the harsh surroundings. Hel and Lihan, as their Guardians, as their protectors felt it was their duty to make sure the cats lived in peace. There would be no bad blood between them.
Sadly only Hel seemed to hold onto this promise in the very end. He chose four cats and took them in as his students. These cats were to someday become the new guardians and their job would be to protect its people. Lihan didn't like that. Especially Astar and Lihan would always argue and fight, even if the younger tom cat tried to hold onto his promise of peace.

Lihan thought that Hel tried to replace them as guardians, though his brother tried to take his power from him. The very thing he loved more than anything else. He wanted to continue being worshiped like the god he was - at least in his perspective - and he wouldn't be able to do it if there would be four new guardians skipping around.
Gods weren't just chosen. They were born. Hel and himself were born just naturally stronger and better than everyone else and Lihan couldn't comprehend that Hel didn't want to keep this power to himself.

One thing to know about the guardians is that they’re not gods even if their powers and their position within the Circle comes close to being one.
After the battle in which both Hel and Lihan lost their lives, Astar too lost his. But laying there right beside some two “gods” his body changed.
Inside the very holy cave that today is marked as a sacred place, Astar was reborn.
His injuries healed and his eye color changed. The formerly blue eyes changed into the very colors the deceased guardians wore. One yellow and one green.
Astar doesn’t like to talk about this day, too much grief is connected to it. But the cats of Cor saw it as a sign. A sign that their guardians will never truly leave Cor behind and continue to protect it with all their might. If only the other three students of Hel were here to see it…

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[dimi.]

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Lacke: 128 xp
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[$$Space moon$$]

Username: $$Space moon$$
Storage:
Last Patrol Post: N/A
Patrol: As tonx steps out of her den and into the forest, it is immediately greeted by the rich, earthy scent of damp soil. The air is cool and fresh, carrying the aroma of fallen leaves that have begun to decompose, releasing a slightly sweet, musky fragrance. The ground beneath the cat’s paws is soft and moist, a mix of soil and decaying plant matter that adds to the forest’s unique scent profile.

The cat’s nose twitches as it picks up subtle hints of pine and moss, mingling with the more dominant smells of the forest floor. The scent of damp earth is grounding and comforting, while the fallen leaves add a layer of complexity, evoking the essence of nature’s cycle of growth and decay. As Tonx ventures further into the forest, the canopy above thickens, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The sunlight filters through the leaves, creating a mosaic of light and shadow that dances with the gentle breeze. The sound of rustling leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird add to the symphony of the forest, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere.

The cat’s paws tread softly on a carpet of fallen leaves, each step releasing a faint crunch that blends with the natural sounds around. The air is filled with the scent of pine needles, sharp and invigorating, mingling with the earthy aroma of mushrooms sprouting from decaying logs. A nearby stream gurgles softly, its clear water reflecting the vibrant greens and browns of the forest.

Tonx pauses by the stream, dipping a paw into the cool water and watching the ripples spread outwards. The forest is alive with subtle movements – a squirrel darting up a tree, a butterfly fluttering past, and the distant call of a deer. The tranquility of the scene is almost palpable, a perfect blend of sights, sounds, and scents that encapsulate the essence of the forest.

Word Count: 324

(I do it right? Hopefully lol)

[Moonblaze-Angel]

Username: Moonblaze-Angel
Storage: storage link
Last Patrol Post: n/a
Patrol: "Have you thought about joining a Clan, darling?" Minthop licks his paw, trying not to show too much excitement. This might be his first solo recruit. Most of the other cats had been found before the clan had an official name or boundaries, but she could be the first to join as a real member for a real clan.

At first when an old friend suggested he create a clan, he laughed. Why would anyone follow an injured tom cat? He could hunt for himself, sure, but he certainly wasn't leader material. Not then, anyways. Since leaving his first clan - EagleClan - he's grown in leaps and bounds.

Well, hops and steps. Leaping is a bit out of his range with only one working back leg. Minthop was his chosen name for a reason. Wrenstar wasn't being cruel when she chose it and he didn't mind it much. Hopefully, as a leader himself, he could chose kinder names for his cats. Including this young recruit.

"Oh no, sir, I couldn't, I've never learned about these clans and laws and such. I just know how to hunt for myself! And fight . . . A bit . . ." She trails off a bit, remembering a past bought against a hawk. Her brother had helped fight it off.

"I mean, I wouldn't know what to do with myself all day! Right now I can nap in the sun and eat all the mice I want. When I can find them." She'd seen better days, definitely, when her and her brother were able to scare prey into the other's paws.

It had been nice, having a pair. It was a little lonelier after their mother, Maple Leaves, had passed away, but her and Cinders Fall had a great time together. Well, until he chose to leave and be a kittypet.

She couldn't understand the appeal. Dry kibble or wet slop, an itchy collar with a noisy bell to scare off all the real prey. A sandbox. Certainly not the life for her, Fallen Tree. She had standards of living.

"Well. Would you like to come along for a day and find out? Our clan is mostly loner born and former barn cats, so we do things a little differently." Minthop pauses for dramatic effect. "We encourage each cat to find their unique talents and use them for the clan."

He had been in a traditional clan for a few seasons, earning his warrior name and learning the clan rules. He had found StarClan and heard them in his dreams, followed the stream down to his new camp. He had to believe there was a place for him in a Clan, even if Wrenstar didn't.

He needed to make a safe clan for any type of cat, of any ability and origin.

"It would only be for a day, longer if you decide. We would love a new apprentice in the clan." Fallen Tree shuffles her paws in the dirt.

"I think," she pauses, looking at the blooms overhead, "I think I would like that. Trying out a new thing."

"Do I ... Do I start now? How does this work?"

Minthop purrs. "Follow me, child." He hops up from his sitting position and takes a big stretch. He shakes his injured leg out a tad bit before heading back towards the camp, stretching his sore toes. Walking this far out always tires his leg out fast.

He leads the way along the stream that marks a boundary of his territory. Today he was marking the far side of the clan's area. He settles into a slow trot with Fallen Tree a few steps behind him. He can tell she's pacing herself to him and staying behind on purpose. A considerate cat.

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