#maplekit

[branchclangen]

Moon 34

NEW CATS NEW CATS

IcicleClan cat is Pebblebird! He’s cool :3

The others,,,gosh I am so excited I’ve been waiting for Flutterpool I’ve had her design in my head FOREVER

[cricketclan]

moon 59 lets gooooo!!! fun fact i had this lined for forever now and just now finally finished it

[koolaidcatley]

[owlfangdraws]

STREAMCLAN BABY PATROL!

I’ve been working on this for a while now! Pictured here are some Streamclan OCs :) Sunkit, Maplekit, and Ravenkit and their fathers Smokefern and Coalblaze!!

The territory around Streamclan is generally pretty safe because it’s a large woodland area mostly surrounded by humans on all sides so they dont have any large predators! this means they can take out the kits on baby patrol! they go out to learn about plants and animals, how to navigate the territory, and for general supervised fun!!!

each of these characters has a little pixel art in my backlog accompanying them! check the tags for more art featuring these guys along with some more info about them :3

[clansofafeather]

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER CW: HEAVILY implied death, mentions of blood

“Tuniapaw!! ‘Tuniapaw!” 

Petuniapaw purred as they pushed into Amber’s den. Maple and Briar, who had been play-fighting when they arrived, stopped in their tracks and darted towards the pale-colored tom.

Petuniapaw gave both kits gentle nuzzles and licks on their heads, before looking around the den. They quickly noticed something wrong. Very wrong.

“Where’s your mother?” They asked, looking down at the kits. 

“Las’ night she left!” Maple squeaked, frowning and shifting her paws. “Heard real, real loud noises!”

“Mama said ‘ts a dog…” Briar mumbled, looking down at the frosty ground. “I miss her lots…”

“Me too…”

Petuniapaw stiffened. Loud noises, a dog, and the fact that Amber still wasn’t back yet…Things didn’t look good.

“Stay.” They instructed the kits, backing out of Amber’s den and beginning to rush through the grass.

Amber’s scent was faint, beginning to grow stale. However, the awful scent of dog filled the apprentice’s nose, and that just made them more fearful.

They padded through the territory with caution. At one point, they smelled a cat, but it wasn’t Amber. It must’ve been a passing loner. 

They were going to give up, when suddenly they smelled something new that made their ears perk.

Blood.

This wasn’t like the first time, when Amber had a mere scratch on her leg. This scent was strong. Strong enough to make Petuniapaw lightheaded. 

They pushed through a tall patch of grass, hoping to find Amber. Even finding her body would be enough. At least they’d be able to conclude their search with answers.

Instead, they found nothing but an already fading patch of blood, with a trail of crimson that led further into the grass.

Trembling and holding back a sob, Petuniapaw retraced their steps. Their tail dragged along the ground as they solemnly made their way to Amber’s den. 

Maple and Briar eagerly greeted them.

“Tuniapaw! Did you find Mama?” Maple asked, expression hopeful.

Petuniapaw forced a smile. “I, um…No. I’m sorry, I didn’t. Listen…Why don’t you two come with me?” They offered. “We’re going to where I live! Um…Until your mother comes back.”

“Yay! We’re going with ‘Tuniapaw!” Briar exclaimed, waddling over to the older apprentice and flopping at their paws. 

“Yep…” Petuniapaw’s stomach sank. They dipped their head and grabbed the black and white kit by her scruff, gesturing for Maple to follow. “Can you walk?” They asked, voice muffled.

Maple nodded, puffing out her little chest as she took wobbly steps behind Petuniapaw. “Not even cold!” She stated.

Nodding, Petuniapaw began to walk. They kept their steps slow so that Maple could keep up. Briar curled in their jaws, shivering.

Their mind was racing with thoughts, and they felt a cluster of emotions that twisted their stomach. They were grieving for Amber, who they had considered a friend over the past moon. They were worried about the kits, and how the clan would react.

What would Blossomstar think?

What would Lilyeye think?

What would their mother think?

The thought of facing Rosewing made Petuniapaw shudder. 

If only I were Dahliapaw, They thought. Then Mama wouldn’t care what I did.

They were so lost in their thoughts that they didn’t even notice they were on top of the small hill above CraneClan’s camp entrance. The waterfall had frozen over, leaving a frozen pool of water in the middle of camp. Petuniapaw could see cats milling around, sharing tongues, and using whatever rays of sun they could to bask.

“Is this your home? That’s a lotta cats!” Maple whispered, peering over the ledge with a gasp. “Whoa, it’s bigger than Mama’s home!”

“It is,” Petuniapaw whispered back, lowering Briar to the ground. The kit whined, nuzzling closer to their pale fur. “Now listen. If you two want to stay here you have to be very good and stay quiet. Don’t speak until I tell you to.”

“Are there other kits here to play with?” Maple questioned.

Petuniapaw sucked in a deep breath. “No.”

“Okay.”

“Now, let’s go…”

The three padded into camp. Petuniapaw tried to appear confident.

The first cat to notice the group was Hazelcrest. She peered at them with a confused expression, before leaning over to Pinebreeze and whispering into his ear. The tom lifted his head, fur ruffled from a good nap, and when he noticed the kits his eyes widened.

Petuniapaw could hear their clanmates murmuring around them as they sat in front of the TallHill. Eventually, the commotion seemed to drive Blossomstar from her den, and she emerged with a yawn.

“What’s going on now?” The leader grumbled, freezing mid-step when she saw the kits. “Petuniapaw, what…Explain, please.”

Petuniapaw’s gaze lowered, and they suddenly found the ground very interesting. “I found these kits abandoned in the territory. It’s against the warrior code to leave them to freeze, so I figured I’d bring them here.”

Blossomstar’s eyes narrowed. “Hm. It’s the middle of leaf-bare, and we barely have enough prey to feed ourselves…Why should I allow more mouths to feed?” She asked.

Petuniapaw looked around nervously. They locked eyes with Rosewing, who was in the small crowd, and silently begged for some kind of defense.

Please, Mama. They were thinking. Help me like you would help Dahliapaw.

Rosewing was silent. Treewhisker stepped forward.

“Blossomstar, with all due respect, you’re tired. I think your exhaustion has clouded your judgement,” He meowed. “Our clan is lacking in cats. We haven’t had new kits since Rosewing’s kits were apprenticed, and our numbers haven’t gotten any bigger. Our fresh-kill pile is full enough for two more. Besides…”

He gave Petuniapaw a gentle smile, before looking back at the leader. “Like Petuniapaw said, it’s against the code to turn away kits in need.”

Blossomstar sighed heavily, sitting and neatly wrapping her tail around her paws. “Very well. But I do have one question…Who will raise these kits? I refuse to give an apprentice the title of ‘parent’.”

Again, the clearing fell silent, before Lilyeye stepped forward with a gentle smile.

“I suppose it’s a good time to make this announcement,” She said with a chuckle. “I’m expecting kits. They should be arriving either at the end of leaf-bare or the beginning of newleaf.”

Shocked gasps, murmurs, and congratulations rippled through the camp, while Treewhisker whipped his head to face the she-cat with wide eyes.

“What? Kits? Whose kits?” He exclaimed. “Mine?”

“Who else, silly?” Lilyeye purred, stepping forward to nudge her mate’s shoulder.

Blossomstar raised her tail, signaling for the clan to fall silent.

“Congratulations, Lilyeye,” She meowed. “I take it to mean you’ll raise these kits? What about your deputy duties?”

Lilyeye shook her head. “I can be a mother and serve my clan at the same time.”

“Alright,” Blossomstar sighed. “Very well, Petuniapaw. The kits may stay.”

Petuniapaw’s body filled with relief, and they gave Lilyeye a grateful glance before looking back at Blossomstar.

“Thank you, Blossomstar.” They meowed. “May I name them?”

“I’m not stopping you.”

The apprentice looked down at the kits. Maple and Briar looked up at them, smiling innocently. They sighed, and smiled back.

“Their names are Maplekit and Briarkit. It just feels fitting.”

[simbasomba]

I just want you for my own.

Please leave me the fuck alone!!

[sagesden]

Moon 64

Here are Mothwing and Poisondapple's kits from left to right Pebblekit, Sootkit, and Maplekit

Health update

Buckspeckle is now trans!!

Poor Cinderpelt

Dappletail tries to go into the dream of Maplekit but couldn't as a wall of darkness covered her mind

[loverclan]

these designs will almost certainly change but heres the og clan!!

[mayfeatherwcdesigns]

Mapleshade

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

okayyyyyyyyyyyyy

I'm someone who frequently starts a new Clangen, so here's a little person challenge: stay focused. It will help to narrow down to certain characters, so here they are:

Swarmkit [male, insecure, oddly observant], Oakkit [female, lonesome, quick to make peace and constantly climbing], and Maplekit [male, quiet, splashes in puddles]

They are the Half-Clan kits of mediator Riverdusk, who possibly had them with a kittypet?

Updates soon!

[branchclangen]

Moon 30

Goodnight. :)

[cricketclan]

WOOO moon 55.. good and bad things again tho updates will be spotty BUT im getting back into doing these (hopefully bc i miss my silly little creatures a lot)

First - Prev - Next

[pine-clan]

Moon 72, part two

Squirrelnose was in the mender's den.

He was grooming the caramel-and-white furred molly from any remaining dirt and other gunk.

"Squirrelnose, what is this?!"

Pinestar walked in the den.

"I heard from other members you brought in a kit!" Pinestar mentioned to Squirrelnose. Squirrelnose gave a silent glare at Pinestar.

"..And you did. Where did you even find it?" Pinestar questioned. There was no response from Squirrelnose once again.

It was like his own son was pissed at him! Why?!

"I said, where did you find-"

"Alone. She was alone. Now leave." Squirrelnose curled himself around the kit.

Pinestar realized he was being too harsh, his son needed some alone time.

Pinestar didn't want to make Squirrelnose worse so he left the den.

Squirrelnose looked back, then he looked at the kit again.

".. I'm so sorry.."

[owlfangdraws]

Daily Streamclan Pixel Day 11!

This is Maplekit! She is Coalblaze's daughter and the runt of the litter. She's the only kit to inherit coal's long fur and diagonal facial marking- and she's the most shy. She always wants to be calm, kind, and respectable like her papa (Smokefern) while her brothers want to be cool and strong like their dad (Coalblaze). She also enjoys spending time with her great aunt duskflare, often listening to her stories about clan history and about what Smokefern was like as a kit. duskflare is also the only other cat in streamclan with a tortoiseshell pelt!

[mandareeboo]

Title: Whalefall

Summary: Companion to Deep Dive. While Weaselstar works hard to rebuild ShadowClan, Martinfrost of ThunderClan fights every day to make her Clan as strong as possible. She knows she's destined for the leadership role- but what is she willing to do to get it?

Excerpt: "We're doing our best," Doug meowed tightly. "You're welcome to throw in if you're so sure we're just terrible hunters." Flintpoppy rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. Instantly she was swamped with the scent of vole. That perch in the tree roots? No, the bush beside it. Crouching, the tortoiseshell took one careful pawstep forward, then another, and so it went. Her pupils widened as she caught sight of the little beast gnawing on a root. It must be plotting a place to hide for Leaf-bare. It's hardly worth the effort. Still, it was better than air. Bunching her muscles, Flintpoppy took a great leap, slamming her paws down onto the vole. It squealed and squirmed, but she quickly sunk her teeth into its throat, quieting it forever. She raised her muzzle and fixed Doug a pointed look. "When you joined ThunderClan, you knew that it came with responsibilities." Doug gestured to his mouse with his tail. "Hey, I'm doing just fine. This is nothing compared to finding fresh meat in the city." He licked a black-spotted paw and drew it over his ear, eyes wide and glittering. "Do you always yell at the cats who feed you, or are we just a special case?"

Hey-oooo! Let's get ready to rumble! Whalefall is a bit of a side-story to Deep Dive, showing how ThunderClan is getting by in short drabbles. ThunderClan is a pivotal part of the Deep Dive world after all, and it's hard to just have one side of it. Featuring our new lead, Martinkit!

Commissions Are Open! || Ko-fi

[simbasomba]

The lack of FeatherSquirrel in every app I find is just so sad