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Moon 11, Part 2 of 4

Aaaa the little Sand babies are getting apprenticed! <3

Part 3 coming asap!

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Moon 6 Allegiances

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[clangenrising]

Month 12 - Leafbare

Sagetooth’s ear twitched irritably as she listened to Smokyrose’s proposal. “This is nonsense!” she huffed. “You want to try and make peace with these rogues?! You’d sooner teach a fox to fly!” Smokyrose tried to hide her scowl, focusing her attention back on Goldenstar. 

“I think we have to try,” she said. “And we ought to try as soon as possible. If we can put an end to the fighting before anyone else gets hurt, we should do that, right?” 

“I see what you’re saying,” Goldenstar said and Sagetooth waited eagerly for the ‘but’, “but these city cats don’t seem interested in any outcome besides getting what they want. I’m not sure there is a peaceful solution.” 

Smokyrose frowned and said, “We should do our due diligence. If we don’t, the ‘what ifs’ will weigh on our minds for the rest of our lives.” 

“Maybe for you,” Sagetooth growled, lashing her tail. “I will sleep soundly knowing we refused to negotiate with these barbarians.” 

“That kind of talk isn’t helpful,” Smokyrose pouted. “We need to empathize with our enemy, not demonize them.” Some things never changed. Smokyrose was still as self righteous as ever and accustomed to using her pretty face to win arguments. It made Sagetooth simmer with rage.

“I beg to differ,” she retorted. “There’s a reason the Code expects us to refrain from making friendships within other Clans. Too much empathy loses battles.” 

Goldenstar chirped to get the two older cats’ attention then sighed. “Look. I would love to be able to agree with you Smokyrose but I’m worried about your safety. Maybe we can find a compromise, yes?” 

“I’m listening,” Smokyrose smiled and Sagetooth rolled her eyes.

“It’s been a while since we actually ran into any rogues,” Goldenstar said. “Next time we do, we’ll ask them for a meeting and then we’ll arrange a time and location that I can feel confident you’ll be safe in. How does that sound?” 

“I guess…” said Smokyrose. Sagetooth huffed.

Goldenstar looked at her and asked, “Sagetooth, do you have any objections?” 

“No, I suppose not,” said the old healer. Aside from the fact that this clearly won’t work. She was just going to have to let Goldenstar learn the hard way. 

“Good,” Goldenstar sighed tiredly. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” Sagetooth and Smokyrose both frowned and shifted their weight but they didn’t protest. 

Neither of us are happy, Sagetooth thought sarcastically, the sign of a perfect compromise. 

“Thank you for hearing me out,” Smokyrose nodded, standing. 

“Always,” said Goldenstar, smiling despite her weariness. Sagetooth frowned deeper. The war seemed to be taking a heavy toll on the young cat and she didn’t like it. 

“Did you want me to bring you those sleeping herbs like we discussed?” she asked, knowing Goldenstar had been against them from the start. 

“I guess…” Goldenstar shrugged. “I… trust your judgment.” 

“Good,” Sagetooth said, standing as well. “Trust me, a night of deep sleep will do you some good.” She headed for the exit to the leader’s den but nearly collided with Smokyrose in the tunnel. She bristled, baring her teeth, and Smokyrose pulled back to let her go first. With a satisfied ‘humph’, she hobbled out of the den and back into her own. By the time she got there, a rant was starting to spill from her lips. 

“She’s got no sense,” she grumbled, “She wants to talk with them? Hah! That will go well. I’m sure everyone will toss a moss ball around and share tongues too!” 

Movement drew her attention and she snapped her gaze up to glare at the perpetrator. Sitting side by side, Aldertail and Oddstripe were refreshing the sick beds. Aldertail had fallen over, tail tucked and ears pressed back, as if instinctively apologizing for being in her way. Oddstripe winced sympathetically and smiled at Sagetooth.

“Evening, Sagetooth,” he said. “Everything alright?” 

“It’s Smokyrose,” she grouched, disregarding them as she stomped back to the herb stores. “She’s insisting we try to ‘make peace’ with the rogues. Ridiculous! She seems to think every problem can be solved if you talk about your feelings enough.” 

“Well, that is her job, isn’t it?” Oddstripe offered with a bashful laugh. “You know, as a mediator.” 

“Pah!” Sagetooth lashed her tail to toss the remark away. “Mediators! We went plenty of generations without them just fine!” She scowled in focus. She had to portion out the herbs without making a mess and her temper was not making it any easier for her achy paws to manage.

“Oh, really?” Oddstripe asked. “I just assumed mediators had been around as long as every other position.”

“Nope,” Sagetooth said. “Time was, we knew how to settle our disputes like warriors. These days all anyone wants to do is talk.” Finally, she managed to fold Goldenstar’s herbs into a little leaf for easy carrying.

“Isn’t that better?” he ventured carefully. “I mean- don’t less cats get hurt?” 

Sagetooth scoffed and turned around, the bundle of herbs in her teeth. “Youngins!” she hissed. “Too afraid of pain.” Her eyes briefly landed on Aldertail and the warrior impulsively went to lick at her paws. Sagetooth’s tail lashed again. 

“Stop that!” she ordered. 

“Sorry!” Aldertail squeaked, slamming her paw back down. 

“Stars, girl!” Sagetooth groaned, “I ought to put garlic on your legs!” 

“I-it’s alright,” Oddstripe tried, laying his tail around Aldertail’s shoulders. “She just wants you to be kind to yourself.” Sagetooth’s fur prickled. 

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” she spat. “We’re not doing her any service by coddling her. She’s a full grown cat, she should be able to take control of herself and stop tearing up her own skin any time someone looks at her sideways!” 

“I’m sorry,” Aldertail said again. “I’ll stop, I promise!” 

“You’d better,” Sagetooth growled. 

Oddstripe’s big ears turned backwards. “Sagetooth! She can’t help it!” 

“Excuses, excuses,” scoffed Sagetooth. 

Deep down, she knew she was being harsh. As much as she disliked it, Aldertail’s condition wasn’t something she had too much control over, but Sagetooth was angry and her hips hurt and it seemed like everyone had forgotten what it really meant to be a warrior and she wasn’t in the mood to keep her thoughts to herself! She also wasn’t in the mood to put up with Oddstripe’s bleeding heart at the moment and she stalked out of the den, tail arched at the base as it lashed side to side. 

“It’s okay, Oddstripe, really,” she heard Aldertail say as she left. “I know I should be better about it.” 

“Oh, you’re fine,” Oddstripe said firmly. “Why don’t you finish these nests? I’m going to have a word with Sagetooth real quick.” 

Sagetooth growled, low and long, as the sound of pawsteps quickly caught up to her. The sun was starting to set, casting the camp in a soft purple. On any other day it would have been beautiful but, today, for some reason, it was very annoying.

“Sagetooth!” Oddstripe hissed, easily keeping stride with her. “That was entirely inappropriate! I- I know you have your own way of doing things, but I-” 

“You what?” Sagetooth stopped to glare at him and his stupid, giant bat ears. 

“I-” Oddstripe recoiled under her gaze. She huffed in satisfaction which only made him more upset. “I won’t let you talk to her like that.” 

“Oh, really?” she growled, setting down the herbs. “What will you do to stop me?” 

Oddstripe squirmed but kept that annoyingly determined look on his face. “I- I don’t-” 

“Sagetooth!” a voice called out from the eastern hill. Sighing, she turned to face the patrol returning to camp with a grimace. 

“What now?” she said before she saw them and all thoughts seemed to fly from her head. 

Pantherhaze was in the lead, with Yarrowshade, Barleypaw, and Stormwhisper in tow. Each of them carried a kit about four weeks old in their jaws. Sagetooth’s eyes snapped onto Stormwhisper and he immediately wilted under her gaze. 

“There you are!” she shouted. “Where in the Dark Forest have you been?!” She stormed towards them, the herbs and her argument with Oddstripe completely forgotten. Cats started emerging from their dens to see what was going on.

Stormwhisper set the kitten down between his paws and said, “StarClan led me out past the territories where I found a pregnant queen. I helped her deliver the kits and she asked me to take them back to be raised in EarthClan so I did. I’m still not sure why StarClan set me on this path, but I assume the kits must be important somehow.” Sagetooth narrowed her eyes. His response seemed rehearsed to her and far too vague for her liking.

As he spoke, the others set the kits they were carrying next to the first and one of them, a little white and ginger tom, started to squeal hungrily. The others joined in, becoming a pitiful, sickly sounding chorus. 

“Oh, the poor things!” Oddstripe said, moving over to inspect the kittens. “They’re half starved!” 

“I’ve been trying to feed them,” Stormwhisper said, “but it’s been hard since they’re still getting the hang of food.” 

Sagetooth was still glaring. “They’re not even weaned yet and their mother sent them away with you?” 

Stormwhisper frowned and shifted his weight uneasily. “Yeah. I tried to convince her to come with me but she wanted nothing to do with them. B-besides, I figured I’d been gone long enough already-”

“You sure have!” Sagetooth hissed, tail bristling. “Oddstripe and I have been covering for your absence! There’s a war on! And you just went off for three moons, completely neglecting your duties and oaths?!” 

“A war?!” Stormwhisper reeled. “Between whom?” 

“Everyone and a bunch of bloodthirsty rogues,” Sagetooth snapped. “You’d know that if you’d stuck around.”

“Easy, Sagetooth,” Yarrowshade said, stepping forward a little. 

“He said StarClan was guiding him,” Pantherhaze added, eyes wide. “Maybe these kits are going to save the Clans some day!” 

Oddstripe whispered, “Barleypaw, would you grab me some drinking water and a bird of some kind?” Barleypaw nodded and bounded off towards the nearest stream.

“I’ll go grab the ones we cached earlier,” Yarrowshade offered.

“Thank you,” Oddstripe purred. “Stormwhisper, why don’t you help me get them to the healers’ den?” Sagetooth’s jaw hurt from the ferocity with which she was clenching it. It seemed no one there cared at all about Stormwhisper’s transgressions. She wished that she could set him on fire with her glare alone. She couldn’t, of course, and he eventually broke her gaze to smile at Oddstripe.

“Of course,” he said. Stooping down, he started nosing the kits towards the healers’ den and said, “Come on, little ones. Food is this way.” Sagetooth watched the fondness on his face, the way he gently picked up the smallest one and helped him along, and her expression darkened. The kits were skinny and weak, that much was clear, but if their mother had abandoned them at birth they would have died within the week. The situation wasn’t adding up right and it didn’t sit well with her.

That night, she watched from the back of the den as Oddstripe and Stormwhisper fawned over the kittens and tried to help them eat. They laughed together. Oddstripe shared stories about their own litter. Stormwhisper shared his names for the litter. 

They were all toms. The biggest and strongest of them, the ginger and white one, he named Bluffkit. The blue tabby he named Finchkit. The little grey-brown one with the white tail he named Erminekit. The white and grey speckled one he called Rainkit.

“You know,” he admitted to Oddstripe after he’d said it, “I always wanted a kit named Rainkit.” Sagetooth’s eyes narrowed. 

“Really?” Oddstripe purred. 

“Yeah,” said Stormwhisper. “You know, Stormwhisper. Rainkit. I thought it was cute.” 

“Oh, it is!” Oddstripe said, waving a paw around for the kittens to bat at. “I’m glad you were able to use the name, even if the kits aren’t yours.” 

“Yeah,” Stormwhisper said, falling quiet, a strange smile on his face. 

That was enough for Sagetooth. She didn’t know why or how but she was certain these kits were Stormwhisper’s. It made her sick. Still, it wasn’t a surprise. Stormwhisper had never been very committed to his duties as a healer, especially not the spiritual ones. As she saw it, a part of him had remained stuck in his time as a warrior and no amount of lectures ever seemed to get him to behave. And now he had used StarClan as an excuse to cover for his blasphemous actions. What a disgrace. What a betrayal.

“StarClan are the ones who betrayed us, Sagetooth. Wake up already.” Redleaf’s words reared their ugly heads, as they often did at the most inopportune times. Sagetooth shook her head. At least she had managed to keep Stormwhisper away from-

Her eyes widened in shock and her entire pelt bristled with unease. 

No… Surely not.

She studied the kits as they settled down against Stormwhisper’s belly to sleep. A ginger kitten was a guarantee that their mother was a tortoiseshell. The more she looked, the more she saw her old apprentice in their features, in the shapes of their faces or the pattern of their stripes.

She shook her head again, shutting her eyes. She was imagining things. There was no way to find such a strong resemblance, not when they were this young, not when they were all toms. Still, the fear lingered with her. She wondered what had become of Redleaf. What reason would she have had to stay so close to the Clan? How would Stormwhisper have even known?

Sighing, she settled herself down for sleep. She had more important things to worry about. That didn’t stop her from worrying about this for at least another hour before she fell into a fitful sleep.

UPDATES: - Stormwhisper returns from his mysterious absence with four kits, Bluffkit, Finchkit, Erminekit, and Rainkit. They stay the night in RisingClan before returning to EarthClan.

[wayfinder-wolf]

Moon 42 in Wolfclan.

Leaf-fall has arrived, and so have a ton of kits! It seems that Pikachupelt was expecting when she joined the clan, and she gave birth to a healthy kitten. Slatenut, though... well, she says the kits are her's, but won't say who the other parent is.

And as if this moon couldn't get crazy enough, CLOUDNOSE HAS RETURNED! After an in-game year, she escaped her twoleg kidnappers, and came back to Wolfclan! Stormstar and her are mates again, and seem happier than ever.

Previous moon!

Next moon!

[pikaclan]

Moon 259

Jaggedhare :( He currently has redcough due to his wasting disease

Lots of color coughs this moon, and Bluffkit died of kittencough

Grief

Finchstar is apparently working the apprentices hard

The patrol is supsicious of FlightClan but brings them to camp regardless. Some bitterly mumble it's not like they don't know where it is in the first place . . .

[sporeclan]

How do you choose which relationship events / regular events to draw and which to scrap? I find myself overwhelmed by all the stuff to record the more cats join the clan

Good question! My usual process is to write down anything somewhat eventful or fun to draw in the main tabs, then go through the relationship tab and write down anything that's cute, interesting or fits with a cat's arc. I'll then put everyone out on patrols and write down everything interesting there. Then finally, I go back over the relationships tab to see if theres anything that could match up with a patrol interaction. Sometimes I check on their current status in the cat list itself :]

As for choosing what to draw, I try to limit my pages to 2-3 rows and put whatever big events(births, deaths, injuries, conflicts, etc.) i have for the moons within those first and then fill in with my favourites from the less important stuff!

I actually have! Piperpaw and Finchpaw were originally named Carnationkit and Bluffkit respectively, though I'd been misreading 'Carnation' as 'Cardinal' when I made the changes. I thought the red bird name fit the red kitten better than the silver one, so I switched it around and named Piperkit with a bird name to match her sister's... only to realize it said 'Carnation' this whole time :') At that point I just decided to do a whole rehaul and name her 'Finch' instead. I like that name a lot more anyways.

I did it with one other cat, but she isn't here yet. I'll mention it in the tags whenever she shows up though!

YESS glad someone caught it! That is indeed something I tend to give exclusively to Bloodthirsty cats. Do what you will with that information >:3

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Nightspot gets kids with Claudrat as a surrogate.....

Maybe Bluffkit and Clearkit?

YES

They're both black and white but I like the idea that they both just happen to carry the same recessive gene, so one of the kits come out a completely different colour, like gold or something, but still very clearly Claudrat's because they look like a little rat

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Bluffkit: Mom, look! I’m dad! *deliberately falls on his face*

Droughtstar: ….

Meadowleg: my boy :)

these are. my parents

[sleepycreatureinc]

Midnightclan; Moon 2

Cavestar stared out over the camp, sheltered by cave walls, intertwining vines and the occasional thicket of weaved brambles and branches. Midnightclan camp was beautiful, no cat could deny. Cavestar couldn’t enjoy the view though, not with his troubled mind. He stretched, muscles rippling under his dark brown pelt, striped with thick black stripes, before he started down from the ledge that held his den.

With a thud, Cavestar landed on the floor of camp, longfurred tail drifting along the dusty ground and he padded forward. There was something bothering him. Was this a good idea? This clan? He recalled the day he stood before his former leader, calling for cats to join him and leave the wretched place. Few had dared join him. He shook his head. Of course, his former clan was… bad to say the least, but there had been order. Cavestar lifted his yellow-green gaze from the ground and looked over his cats as he slowly walked by. How could he ever protect them all?

He passed Branchdapple, who was watching over Bluffkit and Skykit. He slowed, though he wasn’t moving at all fast before, to hear what they were talking about.

“Bluffkit, how can you NOT be excited?” Skykit mewed, “You’re going to be an apprentice next moon! If it were me, I’d be bouncing off the walls with excitement!”

A purr of amusement escaped Branchdapple. “You already are Skykit!”

It was true, the gray she-kit was hopping around the brown tabby warrior and her white and gray denmate with unrestrained excitement. She fumbled a bit at Branchdapple’s comment and gave the warrior a sheepish grin.

Bluffkit however, didn’t seem all that enthused. “I know Skykit… but I’ll be so lonely! I’ll be the only apprentice in the clan.”

“Don’t think of it like that Bluffkit, think of it like… you’ll be the first ever apprentice of Midnightclan! That’s a big thing! Right Branchdapple?” Skykit turned her blue gaze to the brown warrior, but she was focused on their leader.

“Cavestar! I didn’t notice you! You’d think I would have heard you coming considering those big paws of yours!” A teasing smile played on her face, and Cavestar returned it with a chuckle.

“I suppose that would be the assumption, wouldn’t it?”

Skykit had stopped to look at Cavestar, enthusiasm replaced by a nervous smile. Bluffkit nodded politely to the leader, still not over the apprehension of the lonely apprentice-den.

Cavestar nodded to the group, and started off again, lumbering along. He would have to choose a mentor for Bluffkit. But who? There were several experienced warriors in Snipclaw, Drydapple, and Wildpelt, but how could he know for sure that they were right for Bluffkit? A cat’s mentor could shape a lot about them. He frowned. He wasn’t sure what he thought of himself being in such a position of power.

Cavestar’s ear twitched as he heard Wildpelt and Nutback, his deputy, talking. They were lazing in a rare spot of sun, apparently done with their duties for the day. Hazelspot had her head rested on Nutback’s… well, back. The medicine cat wasn't paying attention to the conversation, and seemed to be lost in thought, though likely not as deep as Cavestar’s by the look on her face.

“Who do you think Cavestar will choose to mentor Bluffkit?” Nutback asked Wildpelt.

“I’m not sure. You never can be too sure with these things.” The older calico she-cat had her white paws neatly tucked under her body. “I’m sure whoever he chooses will be the right cat though”

Nutback nodded then mewed, “When do you think we’ll have more kits in the clan? I mean, I know we’ve only been an official clan for two moons, but I miss having little paws running around!”

“It would also be good for the clan’s expansion. I doubt Torrentclan will soon forget what we did anytime soon… we need more paws if we’re to properly defend ourselves… that being said I’m not sure when exactly we’ll have more kits.. But I’d like to have some myself.”

Nutback and Hazelspot’s ears perked with interest, perhaps the light brown medicine cat was listening after all. “Really?” The gray deputy meowed with interest. “Is there any cat you’d like to have them with?” A mischievous purr escaped from her throat.

Wildpelt shook her head with a small smile. “No, no cat has caught my eye yet. I’d just like to have kits. I’m getting older and it’ll be harder to care for them if I’m an elder. I’d just like to have kits before I retire.”

Nutback nodded. “Well, I’m sure either Cavestar or Acornspring would be happy to surrogate.”

Cavestar turned from the conversation. He liked Wildpelt, but perhaps not like that. He continued across the camp before the thought crossed his mind. There were only three toms in the clan, one of whom was a kit. Cavestar frowned again. He might have to take a mate if the clan was going to grow, even if the idea didn’t appeal.

He continued, an odd squirming in his stomach. He shook his head and finally decided to sit down. He looked up. Across the camp from him was Snipclaw, fixing a patch in the walls with brambles. The white and brown she-cat turned as Drydapple passed, and meowed a friendly hello, which the dilute tortie she-cat returned.

Cavestar's ear twitched. He hadn't even considered checking the walls. He shook his head. How could his clan expect him to lead them well if he couldn't remember to make sure the basic tasks were done? Perhaps he had bit off more than he could chew.

Approaching pawsteps drew his eyes upwards. The fluffy body of Drydapple was before him, her pale yellow eyes staring intently at him.

"You seem troubled." She mewed as she settled on her gray haunches. "What's wrong?"

Cavestar looked at her then sighed. "Is this a good idea? There are so few of us, we have a powerful enemy in Torretclan, and I'm inexperienced. I was never a deputy. How can I make sure this clan is safe?"

Drydapple blinked then rolled her eyes. "You're too hard on yourself Cavestar. You're plenty qualified to lead us. Just look at you and Nutback." The two cats looked across camp at the deputy, still chatting with Wildpelt. "She's energetic, sneaky, and I'd say a little unqualified." Drydapple sniffed before continuing. "Leaders like Riverstar will choose cats who will give their undying loyalty to their leader, with barely a thought of their own; those leaders want cats like Wildpelt. But Nutback, she's always been a rather outspoken she-cat. She'll question you, keep you in line. You'll learn from each other. You make the perfect pair."

Cavestar felt flattered. "I.. thank you Drydapple."

She nodded. "Now about your other worries. They're valid that's for sure. We're still small and vulnerable, but that's expected. You can't expect these things to be perfect immediately."

Cavestar slowly nodded, shuffling his pale paws in the dirt. "I needed that Drydapple, thank you."

The gray and cream she-cat nodded before mewing "Now, if you don't mind I need to make dirt. Scuse me."

Cavestar shifted out of the way, not realizing that he had been blocking the dirtplace entrance. He stood, and shook out his fur, he could do this.

A rustling at the camp entrance made him turn. The pale ginger tail of Acornspring, Cavestar's former apprentice, appeared in the tunnel. The young tom stepped back, head down, pulling a very large rabbit into camp.

Everyone turned to look with awe, and Cavestar felt a swell of pride rise in his chest. Prey was running well, the weather was good. They would survive. Midnightclan was thriving.

[shellclans-demise]

Coralclan Allegiances

Leader Dragonflystar - A pale silver, nearly-white, tabby tom with dark green eyes. He's bloodthirsty and a great storyteller. He's 120 moons old and has 6 lives remaining and has been leader for 20 moons. He's known for being incredibly cruel. Father of Mothpelt and Cocoontail.

Deputy Flamewatcher - A scarred speckled red tabby molly with soft green eyes. She's nervous and an excellent fighter. She's 50 moons old. (Apprentice: Crabpaw)

Medicine Cat Jaypetal - A beautiful colorpoint brown and white tom with sharp amber eyes. He's cold and a great teacher. He's 83 moons old and mates with Moonwish and adoptive father to Bluffkit and Cliffkit.

Palmclaw - A short-furred sandy-colored tabby molly with dark green eyes. She's adventerous and a great healer. She's 53 moons old and was formerly a loner.

Warriors Moonwish - A beautiful brown tabby cat with pale green eyes. They're righteous and faithful. They're 112 moons old and mates with Jaypetal and adoptive parent to Bluffkit and Cliffkit. (Apprentice: Clampaw)

Ambershade - A battle-scarred black and white molly with blind, pale green eyes. She's compassionate and has a strong connection to Starclan. She's 106 moons old and mother to Pufferpaw, Clampaw, and Crabpaw. (Apprentice: Fernpaw)

Dawnpad - A long-furred golden-shaded molly with soft green eyes. She's sneaky and a great hunter. She's 22 moons old and adoptive mother of Fernpaw.

Samrose - A short-furred orange and white tom with yellow eyes. He's empathetic and extremely smart. He's 18 moons old and was formerly a kittypet.

Mothpelt - A scruffy grey and white molly with green eyes. She's loyal and fierce. She's 17 moons old. Daughter to Dragonflystar and sister to Cocoontail.

Cocoontail - A short-furred silver tabby tom with sharp yellow eyes. He's charismatic and very smart. He's 17 moons old. Son to Dragonflystar and brother to Mothpelt, mates with Sophiepetal. (Apprentice: Pufferpaw)

Sophiepetal - A long-furred golden bengal molly covered in white markings and has green eyes. She's charismatic and a good hunter. She's 15 moons old and was formerly a kittypet and mates with Cocoontail. (Apprentice: Coconutpaw)

Adderstem - A blue-grey and yellow tortoiseshell tabby molly with dark blue eyes. She's responsible and a good teacher. She's 13 moons old and is missing a front leg.

Minnowblaze - A fluffy colorpoint brown tom with ocean-blue eyes. He's lonesome and faithful. He's 12 moons old.

Apprentices Fernpaw - A speckled brown molly with forest green eyes. She's daring and training under Ambershade's mentorship. She's 11 moons old and adoptive daughter of Dawnpad.

Pufferpaw - A dark grey bengal tom with pale green eyes. He's strange and training under Cocoontail's mentorship. He's 9 moons old and is Ambershade and an unknown tom's kit, brother to Clampaw and Crabpaw.

Clampaw - A blue-grey tabby tom with harsh hazel eyes. He's vengeful and training under Moonwish's mentorship. He's 9 moons old and is Ambershade and an unknown tom's kit, brother to Pufferpaw and Crabpaw.

Crabpaw - A tan bengal tom with soft yellow eyes. He's calm and training under Flamewatcher's mentorship. He's 9 moons old and is Ambershade and an unknown tom's kit, brother to Pufferpaw and Clampaw.

Coconutpaw - A black marbled tabby tom with a white spotted belly and heterochromatic yellow and blue eyes. He's charismatic and training under Sophiepetal's mentorship. He's 7 moons old and was formerly abandoned.

Kits Bluffkit - An orange tabby molly with big green eyes. She's daring and charming for her age. She's 1 moon old, adoptive daughter to Moonwish and Jaypetal, sister to Cliffkit.

Cliffkit - An orange tom with big amber eyes. He's daring and energetic for his age. He's 1 moon old, adoptive son to Moonwish and Jaypetal, brother to Bluffkit.

Elders: Petalseed - A short-furred tan and white colorpoint tom with heterochromatic green and blue eyes. He's responsible and an excellent mediator. He is 160 moons old and was formerly a kittypet

[cutieclangen]

Moon 5

Hoooo boy, a busy moon! I have so many LORE THOUGHTS and KNOWLEDGE. What's going on, Sanddapple? 👀

But look at the BABIES. WEE BABS. I love them all so much, especially with their tragic backstory

STINKBUTT. STINK. BUTT. Yes, that's really her name, and yes, she really did choose to keep it. My grumpy old lady. I'd be grumpy too if my name were Stinkbutt, but I mean she chose to keep it so you go girl. She's the prettiest marked cat in the clan and her name is Stinkbutt. I love it here

Inkstripe and Crowheart drama?? I know most of you probably forgot about Inkstripe since he has been determined to be a Background Character but apparently he got pissy about that fact :]

After next Moon update I'll post Moon 6 Allegiances and open up character asks!! So get yer thinkin' caps on because you'll be able to ask any cat 3 moons or older questions in the next week or so c:

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[cutieclangen]

Moon 6

This wasn't a super eventful moon, so the update is just one page this week, but we have another new cat so I'm posting his ref with the update too. He's part munchkin and I love him and his little leggies ;w;

I'm working on finishing the new kit refs and then I'll be posting those along with a masterpost of cat refs/allegiances this week, and finally officially opening asks for the kibbies!! :3

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[cutieclangen]

Moon 6 Refs & Allegiances

Updated to Moon 6 ages and info

Clan Founders: Fawnstar, Alderfur, Halfpelt, Inkstripe, Pebblewhisker, Crowheart, Sanddapple, Haybrook, Primrosetuft, Snailpaw

Former Kittypets: Stinkbutt, Haresplash

Former Loners: Stumpy

Clanborn, Half-Outsider: Stormkit, Sunkit; Beechkit, Bluffkit, Mousekit, Rowankit

Character asks are now OPEN. Ask any cat a question, or ask me a lore question and I'll answer using who I see fit :]

[wayfinder-wolf]

Moon 43 in Wolfclan!

The dust seems to finally be settling after the hectic events of last moon. As leaf-fall arrives, the clan is gearing up for colder moons to come.

The new kits are growing, and are getting pretty rambunctious. Already they're spending more and more time out of the nursery, making friends and getting into trouble. Pretty soon, the older ones will be starting their apprenticeships, but for now, they're still silly little guys.

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[cutieclangen]

Sanddapple's Kits' Refs

Oooh I just love them! The babies! Extra details in tags~

[cutieclangen]

Halfpelt, you might be getting a little more grey in the face... Do you think any of the current kits have the potential to be taken on as your apprentice?

Halfpelt has a few options!

Thanks for the ask <3

[wayfinder-wolf]

Moon 45 in Wolfclan.

Congrats to Sporepaw, Sappaw, Otterpaw, and Twigpaw on becoming apprentices! I hope they study hard, and become wonderful warriors.

And it seems that Pikachupelt is expecting again? I wonder who the father is... maybe the same one as last time?

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