[PeanutButterRum]

Username: wolf ;;
Cat Name: Sunstorm
Clan: viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3730251
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Age: 48 moons
Description: Seychellois Septième cream tabby with blue and orange eyes
Other Features: None
Siblings: None alive

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[TheSongOfTheStars]

TheSongOfTheStars
Shymist
female
SongClan

982 words

Sandclaw stormed through the forest, muttering to himsel angrily. Willowsun tagged behind him, now wishing she'd never volunteered to come on patrol. But how was she to know that he and Wildeyes would have a spat that would leave thr deputy in a foul mood?
"Scout beyond those bushes," he snapped "I don't like the look of that mist."

"Yes sir," she murmured quietly and went slinking through the low foliage, leaving Sandclaw to seethe.

"Sir?" Willowsun called back to him "I...I think you should come here."
"Is there a problem?"
"We-ell....I'm not sure."

He hissed in frustration and stomped through the bushes, then stopped short as he nearly ran into Willowsun.

"Look," she whispered and he followed her gaze into the mist.


The tension between deputy and leader dissipated as Sandclaw came into camp, bracing the skeletally thin cat between himself and Willowsun.

"She just appeared out of the mist," Willowsun gasped by way of explanation as they were surrounded by concerned cats "Didn't say anything or act like she was hurt, just stared."

Unhesitatingly Wildeyes approached the newcomer, stretching out to touch noses with her.
The strange cat breathed out gently, then shuddered and shrank back against Sandclaw.
Wildeyes looked up at him and he shook his head.

"Well, don't just stand around looking at her," Wildeyes said, turning to the staring cats "Someone get her something to eat!"

The cats scattered and Sandclaw guided the thin cat towards a snug hollow between two tree roots.

"What's your name, young one?" Wildeyes asked, receiving a blank stare from the blue eyes shot through with pale light.

"She won't talk, we've been trying to pry something out of her for the past hour," Sandclaw sat down, leaving the thin cat to stand on her own.

She swayed back and forth, but didn't fall.

"Do you want to stay here?" Wildeyes asked, but again received nothing in reply.
"I guess she'll stayed here," Wildeyes turned to Sandclaw, "But she can't be left alone."

"Obviously. Who're you going to have look after her?"

Wildeyes tilted her head thought and was about to answer when the silent cat stepped forwards on twig-legs and settled herself against Sandclaw's side.

Sandclaw stared with wide eyes at the boney creature and Wildeyes smiled.
"Well I guess that settles that, but she needs a name."
"Wildeyes no-"
"Willowsun said she just appeared out of the mist, so let's call her Misty for now, I can't tell how old she is, so you might end up being her mentor."
"Wildeyes!-"
"Well, now that's all settled I'd better go see a about getting her something to eat."


Sandclaw was left spluttering while Wildeyes disapeared.
Misty sighed and pressed closer to his side.


"You shall be Shypaw and your mentor shall be Sandclaw, may you farewell in learning your place in the story of the stars."
Wildeyes smiled at the shivering cat and moved on to the next apprentice.

Sandclaw was caught between annoyance and relief at being named, Shypaw's (formerly Misty) mentor. The near-mute cat had been his constant companion for he past half-moon and part of him felt extremely protective of her.
Though she was older than the typical apprentice, she was nearly helpless in every way, she could barely even groom herself.

The moment the ceremony was over, Shypaw came slinking to his side, her belly brushing the ground.

"Alright," he said stiffly "Come on, I assume you can't swim?"
At this point he didn't even expect her reply.

For the first few days there was no coaxing her to even come near the water, but eventually Sandclaw's overbearing personality won and and with much sniffling Shypaw waded into the still part of the stream up to her stomach.

"You're doing good!" He called from deeper in the water "Now jump forwards and kick, you'll get the hang of it!"
She stared at him for a moment, trembling violently.
"Come on Shypaw!"

"No!"

The single word broke from her mouth and she turned and raced out of the water and disapeared into the bushes.

For a moment Sandclaw could only stare in shock, his ears ringing from that small single word that had cut through the air.

He found her whimpering in the den they had shared for the past moon, mud crusting her legs and leaves tangled in her fur.


"Shypaw-"

"Leave. Me. Alone."

Though the words were short and clipped, Sandclaw realized the voice was beautifully sweet.

"I...I'm sorry," suddenly he felt guilty "Are you okay?"
"No," she tucked her nose under her paws and refused to look at him "Go away."

Instead he curled around her, nudging her chin up until she looked was forced to look at him "Shypaw, I'm very sorry for upsetting you," his throat tightened as he looked into her eyes "Will you forgive me?"

She sighed heavily and ducked her head "Yes."

Suddenly he didn't feel like a mentor with their apprentice anymore.

"Shypaw? How old are you?"

She didn't reply, but laid her head against his shoulder.
"Please tell me," he whispered.

"Twenty moons," she murmured "But I can't remeber much else."

"That's alright," he soothed, sensing the tremble in her voice "Don't worry about it right now, I'll teach you what you need to know."

"You are now Shymist, for out of the mist you came to us and in nature you are quiet and withdrawn. Now you are a warrior among us, dedicated to our home, our clan, our stories," Wildyed touched Shymist's nose with her own then stepped with a smile.

Shymist smiled faintly and Sandclaw felt warmth spreading in his chest at the sight, he didn't fully understand his emotions for the gentle she-cat, but he figured that he would in time.

Shymist came up alongside him and nuzzled his cheek.
He beamed and curled his tail around her foot.
"I love you," she whispered.

[wolf ;;]

username: wolf ;;
cat's name: Sunstorm
cat's age: 48 moons
cat's gender: she-cat
cat's rank: warrior
clan thread: rippleclan

"What should her name be, Mosscreek?"
A cream and white tabby lifted her head to gaze up at her ginger and white pelted mate, smiling. Three bundles lay at her belly, two unmoving and the third moving weakly. The she-cat herself was now weak, and it appeared to be the worse outcome - Mosscreek, who was once a warrior, seemed certain that his mate wouldn't make it...what could he do? He was no medicine cat.
The tom touched his nose to her head in comfort, forcing a smile. "How about Sunkit? She'll grow up...and she'll have to be the brightest, won't she, Star?" he murmured. "And it matches with your name, my love. Sun is also a star, is it not?"
The she-cat gave a soft purr and nodded, gazing at her kit before going to gently nuzzle the kit as she began to nurse.
"Sunkit...the perfect name for a perfect kit."
Star passed mere hours later, too weak to keep going, and leaving her kit without a mother. Fortunately, she and Mosscreek had been travelling with the mothers sister, Topaz, who had recently weaned her own kits. With just enough milk left, she offered to nurse the kitten until she was strong enough to be moved to prey.
From the moment her mother passed, Mosscreek had decided they would travel, and go back to his home clan, Rippleclan.

Sunkit managed to survive, and began to travel with her father at the age of four moons. He would tell her all about clan life, as well as his family - mentioning he tried to be a much better father than his own was. They were moons away from the territory, it had taken Mosscreek several moons to get here in the first place, and at first glance it appeared to be a big journey for only a four moon old kit.
But the kit had to endure, and whatever she couldn't walk, her father would carry her. They went through many two-leg nests, and met many cats along the way - many were kind and offered shelter, while the rest were rude and hostile, chasing Mosscreek and his kit off - he couldn't afford to have a fight, with a young kit to care for.
They only rested at night - and left at first dawn, to make the most of their time.

They reached the territories of Rippleclan and the surrounding clans when Sunkit - now Sunpaw, was twenty-four moons old. Her father had been unable to think of a good warrior name for her, and with the tom getting older she didn't want to bother him. Now she was often hunting for the two of them, allowing the old tom to get some rest for once. They were almost there - and Mosscreek stated that he would retire once they reached the clan - he was too old for warrior duties - and he entrusted Sunpaw to do her best once they got there. Even if he was born in the clan, there was no promise they would be welcomed so easily.
Sunpaw had been taught how to hunt and fight by her father - like a true apprentice. Surely, the clan wouldn't turn down someone they would no longer have to train?

A thunderpath was all that stood between Sunpaw, Mosscreek and Rippleclan territory. The she-cat's gaze nervously flickered between the black strip that monsters sped past on, to her father, who gave her an confident nudge with his nose.
"We've crossed these before...just remember, look before you run."
The she-cat nodded as he then told her to cross first, crouching beside the thunderpath. Many monsters sped past, and she only dashed across when an opening appeared. Making it to the other side safely, the white and cream tabby turned, waiting by the trees and staring across at her older father. The tom did the same, waiting for an opening before he dashed - however, he miscalculated.
Mosscreek managed to tumble over his own paws and fall onto the thunderpath with a thud, his orange and white tabby fur bristling. In a panic, Sunpaw jumped to her paws, seeing her father frozen on the road as a rumbling grew louder and louder.
"Monster!" Sunpaw yowled, her tail bristling as her father staggered to her paws, his eyes meeting hers.
That was the closest Mosscreek got to his home.

The tom had passed due to injuries only the next day, despite Sunpaw's efforts to save him, with her low knowledge on herbs. She became upset and infuriated - if only she had helped...if only it had been her instead.
She had buried her father by the thunderpath, marking the spot with a few sticks, and sitting through a night vigil for him, wishing good hunting in Starclan. She could very well stop her, head home or on her own journey. If she wanted to, for she now had no reason to go to the clan her father had called home. But she couldn't give up, this was her fathers dream, and she wanted to do her best to make him happy - she always had. The ways of clan cats had been bound to the young she-cat. She wasn't about to give up, not when she was so close.

"Who are you?"
It was raining, the she-cat waiting patiently by some trees - she knew a patrol was bound to come by, to mark their territory and spot the cat. Even in the rain, the middle of the storm, they found her sitting calmly and waiting their arrival.
"I wish to join your clan, as my fathers dying wish." Sunpaw rose her head to stare at the five cats on patrol - more notably a dark pointed tom who was the head of the patrol. His green eyes scanned her own blue and orange gaze.
Thunder rumbled overhead as the she-cat remained silent at the toms question, his clanmates growing restless. It was when the tom turned to leave, that she opened her mouth.
"Sunstorm...my name is Sunstorm."

[Only_Sky]

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[GreyScale]

Username:
GreyScale
Cat's Name:
Briarfrost
Cat's gender:
She-cat
Clan Thread:
Dewclan

Do ya thang;;

Brairfrost? A normal warrior name right? Not really. You see, when Brairfrost was a kit she was named after her always prickly, messy pelt. Later when she was an apprentice close to becoming a warrior, it was a very chilly leafbare and then hersly anything to eat. So Brairpaw would sneak out every morning and try to catch prey for the clan. When she was done, she would hurry back and act asleep. After a while she was caught, but instead of getting in trouble, she was awarded her warrior name for showing loyalty to her clan. Hence the the name Brair, for her prickly pelt. (Witch has finally smoothed down) and frost for the extra hunting in the cold morning.

[TheUnsinkableShips]

Username: TheUnsinkableShips
Cat's Name: Ruinbranch
Cat's gender: Tom
Clan Thread: SequoiaClan

Do ya thang;;

Why Ruinbranch? Poor Ruinbranch can't catch a break with clumsiness! Contrary to the agile SequioaClan born cats, Ruinbranch just can't climb a tree. Though he was raised in SequoiaClan from a kit, where he was still taught the basics of climbing, he just can't catch a break, and no matter what tree he climbs, the branch always seems to break, hence Ruinbranch. Another reason is because during a war, he broke the branch he was standing on and it was able to knock out their enemy, so his "talent" became a savior for the clan. It bought them time and valuable hostages. Still, his kindness is infectious, and though he can't seem to get the hang of climbing, everyone in the clan enjoys his presence and helpfulness.


"Is it supposed to do that?"

"You chose the weakest branch, Ruinbranch..."

"Oh..."

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The ground was so far. Ruinpaw clung to the branch, whimpering a little.
"Shhh." Aspentrail whispered. "We can't let them hear us." Ruinpaw nodded and swallowed his fear. He had known Aspentrail for a while and the tom was in all of his memories from his first time in SequoiaClan, and though they were only a few weeks apart in age, Aspentrail had been a warrior for at least a moon now. Ruinpaw knew he deserved it, though. The tom, though insecure, never hesitated to help a fellow cat, and had proved himself in a recent battle by helping a group of lost SequoiaClan cats find their way back to camp. Had he not been there, the cats would have been ambushed and most likely killed. Still, Ruinpaw couldn't help but be angry he wasn't a warrior. Not that he had done anything particular to earn his warrior name. All he ever did was ruin everything.

The sound of angry cats grew closer, and Ruinpaw's heart quickened. His ears fell back, and he barely kept his eyes trained on their leader, Silverstar.

And suddenly, the branch he was on made a sickening crack. He could feel the weak fibers of wood giving way. And the cats were approaching, an angry cacophony of yowls and battle cries.

And just as they were below him, the branch gave way. Ruinpaw screeched as he fell, the pit of his stomach crawling up his throat as trees blurred into brown and grey blobs, the forest floor, a mass of browns and green and black. There was a sickening crunch. A yowl of discontent. A sharp pain up Ruinpaw's left hind. And the faint sound of a group of cats leaping from their wooden perches.

A voice.

"Are you ok?!"

Another voice.

"They're all unconcious! All of them!"

And then dark.

Ruinpaw woke up hours later, the pain in his leg dulled to a sore throb, the bright blue eyes of his leader looking down at him.

"Ah, you're awake." She said

"What happened?" The drowsy tom replied.

"You knocked out three members of WrathClan. Thanks to you, we were able to claim them hostage." Ruinpaw's eyes widened.

"Really?" He asked, and the white tabby nodded.

"Do you feel well enough to join me for a clan meeting? I have a special announcement to make." SIlverstar said. Ruinpaw nodded, and Silverstar helped him to the clearing. She set him down and ascended the ancient stairs leading up to her den.

"Attention." The regal she-cat said, and members flocked beneath the elevated area. "We are gathered here to make and apprentice a warrior. He has proven himself in combat by providing us with substantial leverage against WrathClan, and so, he will receive his name. Ruinpaw, please step forward." Ruinpaw's eyes widened as he pulled himself forward, the eyes of a thousand cats on him.

"Do you, Ruinpaw, promise to protect this clan in thick and thin, through war and peace, through time, and even after?"

Ruinpaw's whole body shook with anticipation, as he spoke his answer. "Yes." He replied without hesitation.

"Then by the power instilled in me by our ancestors in StarClan, I hearby give you your warrior name of "Ruinbranch" for your aid in the war against WrathClan."

The other cats cheered, and Ruinbranch smiled. A warrior at last.

[Wileyfangs]

Username: Wileyfangs
Cat's Name: Nimbleclaw
Cat's gender: she-cat
Clan Thread: Swampclan

Story;;
"Hold your claws," Cherryfrost mewed coldly to Tornsight. "Nimble will bring em." The sharp meow drew the pale she-cat's attention as the severe golden glare scorched her pelt. Nimble knew better than to ignore it and so she stood on weak and tired legs. But to be fair, Cherryfrost didn't seem to trust anyone. It's just with Nimble, things were a bit harder. After all, she and Cherryfrost were friends once.

Well before the attack.

Nimble looked away and went to get fresh moss for Tornsight's nest, knowing the apprentices were out. This was her clan. Once upon a time when they were young and free. When the world felt brighter, now it felt dark. How strange that old things should change, she thought as she approached the milky-eyed tom. Tornsight sniffed at her curiously and purred. "Thought you were turned to crowfood Nimblepaw. Glad to see yer still kicking heh!"

Nimblepaw. Starclan, no one had called her a paw in moons. But Tornsight had been her mentor once and while his sight is terrible as ever, she recognized the gesture for what it was and smiled weakly.

"Yeah. It's been a rough way to live..."

Cherryfrost glared hard at her and hissed.

"She's no clan cat," she spat and Nimble jumped at the venom in her voice. "She's just another fleabitten rogue, like everyone else in this clan."

Nimble felt a flash of hurt before the rumbling growl of Tornsight filled the air.
"Then you should fit right in huh, Cherry?" He snapped and the ginger tabby narrowed her eyes.

"Watch it old tom!"
"You hold your tongue Cherryfrost.!" The sharpness in his mew was enough to stop Cherryfrost in her tracks. Nimble could only gaze in amazement at the old tom. "I know more about you than you do and always have. This clan is better than it ever could be under Owlstar's leadership and I suspect even better than yours."

Cherryfrost's eyes widened and for a moment she looked stricken, hurt by the words they all knew, but the look faded away into indifference.

"She's a rogue," Cherryfrost growled and Tornsight shook his head.

"Just like you were Cherryfrost." But the words reached deaf ears as the tabby hurriedly left Nimble and Tornsight alone. Nimble watched her go and wondered why her chest hurt. Once they were friends, best friends. But that was before the Attack. Her paws ached at the reminder. Tornsight glanced at her, his milky eyes softened at the look of distress on her face. He pulled himself up and wrapped his tail around her.


"Nimble-"


She was shaking, tears of frustration and anger collecting in her eyes, shining with pain. Her claws dug into the earth, a sob threatening to leave her lips. Tornsight however knew her best. He began washing her ears, briskly and she stood for a moment letting the gesture anchor her. She buried her face in her mentor's shoulder and relaxed slowly at the scent of lavender and bog water. Pulling away once she felt tethered she nodded and Tornsight purred, giving her ears one brisk lick.


"You're alright Nimble. You belong here."


The words struck a chord in ber chest and she glanced up to see a pair of milky eyes twinkling back down at her. She swallowed thickly and nodded. She wiped her face with her paws and licked her fur into place and Tornsight watched as his former apprentice went from rogue to intricately groomed Nimblepaw. His eyes shined and he purred.


"Now that's more like it."



x X x


The sky was darker than it had ever been, the canopy of leaves deflecting the light of the moon. Nimble stood quiet and on guard. The air felt charged, anticipated and she growled restlessly.

Something was coming.

Her instincts warned her to stay vigilant and she walked restlessly along the warriors den. This of course roused the warriors as well who growled in complaint at first, but their own fur stood at attention. They could sense it too.

Owlstar was already sent for and the queens drew their kits closer to their island across from camp, the elders growling nervously as medicine cats escorted them to safety. Nimble's eyes narrowed at the sight of Tornsight hobbling along. She'd flay anycat who dared lay a claw on him. The clan stood silent under the light of the moon but in the distance, the pale she-cat could see eyes reflecting across the shore and she snarled defiantly, daring them to come over. She soon got her wish as all hell broke loose.

The rogues darted in like rats, cunning and cruel and eager to fight, claws reflecting in the moonlight like needles. Owlstar's yowl sent warriors darting forward, Nimble being one of them. Claws unsheathed she leapt at the first tom in sight and dug her claws into his shoulders, kicking his belly until he squirmed away running blindly back the way he came. A heavy paw sent her sprawling however as a stocky tom knocked her to the ground only for a flash of ginger and white to barrel into him screeching with fury. Cherryfrost! But she had no time to think as a tortie twice her size came barreling into her with a screech. The two kicked and whirled in a flurry of fur and screeches until they hit the water and Nimble hissed as she dug her claws in and dragged the she-cat under. "Don't come back," she snarled as she let her go when the tortie begged for mercy.

By the time she got back to shore the battle was drawing to a close with Owlstar pinning down a cream tabby with grey blue eyes. "Don't you ever bring your cats back here again." She snarled in their ear before she let them flee, and the cats raced after, chasing them off. Yowls of victory filled the air and Nimble glowed with pride her paws aching. But it was a good ache. Like she belonged.


Art:

[HibiscusBlossom]

dropping out
good luck everyone!

[jazzyyazi]

Username: Jazzyyazi
Cat's Name: Pearlfeather
Cat's gender: She-cat
Clan Thread: Spiritclan

[shishou]

Username: eggshells
Cat's Name: boaflight
Cat's gender: tom
Clan Thread: beachclan

story (744/1000);
boaflight, or rather boa before, was born to a kittypet family. his mother was a kittypet and so was his dad, and had no surviving siblings. at just six moons old, he got taken away from his mother and previous twoleg owner to a younger twoleg with twoleg kits, and boa could not explain his hatred for them. whenever given the chance, they would pull his tail and poke him in all places.

once, when hes had enough, he scratched and bit one of the twoleg's kits hard. that got the twoleg mother to become extremely angry and he later got kicked out of the twoleg den. safe to say though, he was glad. no more pesky twoleg kits to watch out for and even better he had a whole new land to explore! excited, boa ran in a straight direction and met his very first rouge cats.

he had greeted himself in a friendly manner, but they replied with sharp, hissy tones and boa, being only less than a year old, scampered away in fear. fast forward a few moons, boa had gotten no luck in finding any friendly group of cats. they all regarded him as 'annoying' and 'trouble'. they werent very wrong, boa did cause trouble but it wasnt on purpose. hes never had someone to truly teach him how to live wildly and hunt so boa did what he thought was correct.

growing older, hes had a tougher time catching his own prey but learned to steal, stalk and hide better. boa became a quick and silent thief often stealing from those he disliked. his skinny frame helped him to run as fast as the wind and stealthily steal others prey. it was when he traveled to new land, however, would boa meet a friendly face. while trying to figure out a way to cross a river, since he could not swim, boa heard loud hissing and snapping from somewhere near him.

the tom crouched and made his way just tail lengths from what seems to be a small gator and a cat fighting. the fur on his back rose, he wanted to have no part in this fight, for boa was a horrible fighter, but curiosity was pushing him to observe more. boas nose started to itch and he feared of sneezing. if he sneezed, he would attract both gator and cat. unfortunately enough his nose failed him and boa sneezed. the gator froze and he had the choice to either run or fight as it turned to see him. apparently, he caught the gator off guard and gave the other cat enough time to attack.

the gator thrashed around and the cat on top struggled to stay still. sure boa was a thief, but he wasnt a coward and he definitely knew that cowards would choose to run in a situation like this. so, boa proceeded to join in the fight and try to aid the cat. much to his surprise, boa was on the gator for a long time, well long enough to land in a few bites before getting thrown off. the other cat noticed him and was thrown off too after getting caught off guard, he landed lightly on his paws unlike boa who was struggling to stand because of his now injured paw.

the other cat hissed and swiped at the gator shielding boa from it. thankfully, not much longer, the gator seemed to get bored and walked off. other cat sighed in relief and boa calmed. the cat turned around to look at him and boa realized just how wounded he was, poor guy mustve been fending off this gator by himself for a long time.

"are you okay? thanks for helping me fend it off." he smiled and sat down, waiting for boas answer. am i okay? have you seen yourself! he thought, but didnt say. boa sat up, "im fine, who are you?" he asked. no cat hes met before was concerned of him. "im owlstar, leader of beachclan!" owlstar beamed, and boa, who has no idea what a clan is or why this cat was so proud to be its leader replied with his name. they continued to talk for a while more, mainly boa half listening to whatever owlstar was saying as he was licking his paw, when his ears perked up at a peculiar question.

"well boa, ever wondered what it would be like to join a clan?"

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(couldnt draw wounds bc u know cs rules // art by me)