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[chooseyourpaws]

You don’t know your name.

You shuffled awkwardly as they looked at you inquisitively, and managed to meekly get out the words “I don’t have one.”

Shock filled Snailberry’s face, Shrewcry looked like he doesn’t fully believe you, and Corvidcall… didn’t seem surprised. The grey tom looked at Snailberry with an unreadable expression, and she furrowed her brows. “Well… Do you have any names in mind?” She asked. You shook your head. You didn’t remember having a name, and it never occurred to you that you’d need one.

“We should talk to Runnelstar about them…” Shrewcry grimaced.

“I’ve already told Runnelstar everything we know. Though, missing a name is… not something I entirely anticipated,” The grey tom mused, looking thoughtful.

“Wait, Corvidcall, you know what’s going on? Care to share with the clan sometime?” Shrewcry asked, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“In due time. What we need to do is get them to Runnelstar. First, though… Do you have pronouns you’d like us to use?” Corvidcall’s eyes fell on you, and so did the other twos’.

(if two tie, you will have two pronouns, so on and so forth.)

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[chooseyourpaws]

Snailberry names you.

Snailberry squealed lightly in excitement. She gently bumped her nose to your forehead, scrunching her face in all her eagerness.

"Oh, I have the perfect name, too!" She beamed, tail trembling excitedly. One odd thing you'd noticed about her was that she tended to hold it curled over her back. She could move it, she just seemed to prefer holding it there.

Corvidcall blinked, a contemplative, serious expression on his face. He seemed to have realized something, but visibly held back from saying it.

"From this day forward, until you complete your training, you will be named... Poppypaw!" Snailberry purred, her paws patting at the ground happily.

Runnelstar let a soft laugh out, and stood with a big stretch. She started to walk over, stopping only to look at Corvidcall for his approval of her next action. He gave her a soft nod, and the aged molly padded up to you with an inquisitive look.

"In our clan, we have several paths you can take as an apprentice. There is the Seer - Corvidcall's role - who interprets prophecies and provides any advice the deputy can't give to the leader. There is the Gardener - Snailberry's role - who grows and maintains herb supplies all throughout the territories. They also heal sick and injured cats and assist in care for cats who are disabled. There's the Mediator - Greenbee's role - who helps resolve interpersonal issues and heal emotional wounds. There's the warriors, who hunt in and protect the territory, but are forbidden from leaving. Shrewcry is the head Guard, which means he organizes any defenses outside of war, and has dedicated his life to the job. The other head role is Hunter, which is Wormcurl's role. The rest of the warriors are either kittypets we've requested help from or clan cats who have no reason to specialize. Finally, there's Caretakers, who raise and educate our cats under 6 moons of age. Their head is Weaselheart, Snailberry's sibling. The only role you don't need to worry about is the Upkeep. That's Larkplume, who I'm sure you know about. Upkeep refers to cats from other clans who are being evaluated to stay or return to their home."

You patiently take all the information in, eagerly awaiting Runnelstar's question.

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Stay in camp.

The next day, you opened your eyes and quickly found your mind torn from the comfort of sleep. The raid is today, and Snailberry had wanted you up before the sun, so she could give you your tasks. Looking outside, you saw that the clan was gathered around Roachdive and Runnelstar. Snailberry was glancing around camp, looking restless. Her eyes found their way to you, and she stood swiftly, a grim look on her face. She beckoned you over.

"We're leaving soon, are you okay?" She asked, and added, "Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine. What are my tasks?" You respond in kind, eyes searching the gathered cats for Dazzlekit.

"I need you to stay here and monitor Dapplesong, Dazzlekit, Applejumble, and Umberpaw with Weaselheart and Shellspeck. They'll protect the four of you, I just need you to keep things calm here. Umberpaw's staying because she only became an apprentice a week and a half ago," Snailberry explained.

You cast a glance to the little group of mentioned cats huddled together, with Weaselheart and Shellspeck sitting alert and protective on either side. Umberpaw looked like she would pass out from sleepiness, and Dazzlekit looked like they hadn't slept all night. Dapplesong's tail rested on Umberpaw's back, while she gave Dazzlekit a gentle grooming as a source of comfort for the kit. Applejumble was talking in a hushed voice with Weaselheart, and Shellspeck was scanning the camp with a nervous frequency.

You dip your head in respect to Snailberry, and wish her well as she turns to join Roachdive and Runnelstar as they left camp. You search around for Greenbee, wondering why she isn't in either group. With no real answer visible, though, you pad over to the cats you're supposed to help.

"Have you seen Greenbee, Poppypaw?" Applejumble asks, looking as worried as you feel.

"No..." You shake your head. She grimaces, and looks at Weaselheart with worry.

"I'll go look for her. You all stay in camp. Applejumble is a great warrior when she needs to be, you can trust her to fill my role," He commands, and then doesn't give anyone a chance to stop him.

You gulp, having a terrible feeling about this raid...

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She/her

Corvidcall nods, and raises his tail, leading the three of you into camp. A couple of conversations meet your ears, though they slow to a stop as you enter the camp. Cats stare at your little group, curiosity and confusion in their faces. A few of them had collars, though seemed to otherwise fit in just fine with the rest.

“I’ll get Dapplesong to stretch her legs, since you need Runnelstar!” A dark tortoiseshell molly chirped, and rushed to a rocky den with some plants growing down its opening.

“… Thanks, Greenbee!” Snailberry called after the fluffy ball of fur as she zoomed across camp.

A few moments later, an aging, smoky brown molly exited the den, with Greenbee pushing her gently out through the vines. Corvidcall raised his tail, and beckoned the three of you to follow. Shrewcry padded forward as Snailberry gave you a small nudge, and you trotted after the two toms.

Corvidcall cleared his throat at the entrance, and a molly’s meek voice called out, “C- Come in…”

The four of you entered, and you were greeted with the sight of a visibly very anxious golden molly, whose eyes were a somewhat greenish blue. She darted her gaze around the group, and gulped her fears away.

“This is the cat you found, Snailberry…? The one Corvidcall predicted, right?” She asked softly, eyes traveling between the two.

“Yes. By the Badgerclan border,” Snailberry spoke softly, her eyes full of sympathy.

“Oh… Right… I… You sure those awful cats didn’t find them?”

“They did, but she managed to evade them. She’s safe with us now,” She assured Runnelstar.

“Thank Starclan… Oh, does she have a name?” Runnelstar asked, expression softening into a dull worry.

“No. We asked before coming into camp, it seems as though Starclan forgot to give her a name.” Corvidcall’s voice was thinly laced with annoyance, but otherwise toneless.

“Goodness me… Well, Snailberry, you found her. Would you like to name her?” Runnelstar cast a nod to her.

“Oh! Can I, sweetie?” Snailberry asked excitedly, looking at you with stars in her eyes.

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Follow them.

You cast a nervous glance back to where the two toms were, and then hurry after Snailberry and Shrewcry. Shrewcry was content holding the mouse, so you padded over to walk next to Snailberry.

"Why did Larkplume leave Badgerclan?" The question was innocent, but Snailberry grimaced a bit.

"We're unsure. Larkplume doesn't talk about it, and he gets snippy when we bring up Hatchstar. Hatchstar started being uncharacteristically rude a few gatherings before Larkplume joined, so we assume something was going on between the two." She shrugged as she talked, her expression sorrowful. "It's a shame. Everyone always assumed Badgerclan was the closest-knit clan, but since Hatchstar found out about Larkplume, there's been arguments and clouds at almost every gathering."

"How long has it been...?" You asked, hopping over a huge rock after her.

"About six moons since he joined, four since Greenbee and Wormcurl accidentally said his name near Hatchstar..."

"Almof to thuh comp." Shrewcry spoke up, and you realized you could smell more cats. Snailberry picked up the pace, as a dark grey tom with pale blue eyes exited a strange tunnel-like bush. He padded up to your group, and dipped his head to you.

"Do they have a name?" He asked, tail swaying.

"OH. I forgot to ask..." Snailberry admitted, looking down in shame.

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Option 1

The other cat’s breathing steadied as the two of you watched the Badgerclan toms finish bickering and chase after a squirrel that made a bit too much noise.

A mrrow sounded from above, and your gaze darted up in alarm to see a mousy-brown tom with a tipped ear, whose amber eyes darted about to check for anyone else.

“Snailberry! Get the kid and the mouse, I’ll lead you both back!” He called, leaping down.

“Shrewcry! I told you I’d be fine!” Snailberry, the molly, hissed in annoyance. It took her a second to wiggle out from under the bush.

“Corvidcall said to follow a moment behind you. He predicted you’d find trouble by the border, as usual,” Shrewcry laughed, giving her a gentle headbutt. He peered under the bush at you, and beckoned you out with a jerk of his head. “It’s safe now. That was Badgerclan’s favorite brute and the random cat they assigned him, there won’t be another patrol by unless we wait for half ‘til sundown.”

“Honestly! You two need to have more faith in me… The whole clan does! Now, where was I?” Snailberry huffed, nosing the mouse over to Shrewcry. She evidently was telling him to carry it.

You gestured your head to the direction the toms ran, and she lit up.

“Right! Okay. Shrewcry and I are Otterclan. Badgerclan’s leader, Hatchstar, declared war on us a few moons ago when he realized his son, Larkplume, had joined us…” She explained briefly, tail brushing behind her legs.

“They kidnapped Ferretchase last moon. Runnelstar’s too afraid to lead a raid to get him back. I’m this close to asking Roachdive to let me organize one!” Shrewcry growled. He picked up the fat mouse.

You nodded along, and…

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Option 2

As Corvidcall began to speak, you realized there was a bit of commotion back by one of the dens. You barely got a chance to look and see what was happening before a shrill voice cut through his speech.

“LILYKIT IS GONE!” A heavily distressed light brown charlie burst from the den, eyes widened in a panic. A thin grey-and-white tom followed them, his striking yellow eyes wide.

“It’s faint, but I picked up Badgerclan in the nursery!” He cried, looking more terrified than the rest of the clan. Runnelstar’s fur fluffed up, and she growled.

“Thank you, Larkplume. It seems we’ll be cutting Greenbee’s next mediation trip from our schedule. Shrewcry, Roachdive… Come to my den, we’re planning a raid,” She snarled, tail lashing as she jumped off the rock.

Corvidcall followed her hesitantly, presumably asking her if he should come. She snapped angrily at him, and he backed off. You couldn’t hear the exchange as the other cats all burst into yowls of rage and protest.

A young kit with a few starlike spots of white on her forehead stood amongst the chaos, looking terrified and confused. You hurried over to them to make sure they were okay.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I shoulda stayed with lilykit… She wanted to stay in the den ‘cause she thinks they’re gonna bring dad back… They took her! I coulda stopped them!” They sobbed, bursting into tears at the question.

You pull the kit close, and look around for someone who can help. “Who’s your dad? Is he Ferretchase? Where’s your mom?”

“Mhm… Momma went to the stars, but yea, he got taken… I miss dad! They’re gonna save him, right?” They ask, looking up at you with wide, hopeless eyes.

You hardly get a chance to reply before the brown charlie and a yellow charlie arrived to check on the kit.

“Poppypaw, thank you for finding Dazzlekit! You truly are a gift.” The brown charlie bumped their head against yours in thanks, “I’m sorry for the rough introduction… I’m Applejumble, the only caretaker here other than Weaselheart. This is Weaselheart, by the way…”

“Hello. Is Dazzlekit okay?” They ask, eyes trained on the young kit.

“I’m ok… I miss dad and Lilykit. Can i go with them to get them back?” They ask softly, looking up at Weaselheart with big eyes.

“I can’t let you go, but I promise Ferretchase will come back with the patrol if he has any fight left…” Weaselheart reassured, though there was an uncertain look in his eyes.

“Ok! Dad is a big, strong warrior! He can do it!!” They purr, rubbing against the other cat. Weaselheart gave a pained smile, and motioned to Applejumble. The other charlie picked Dazzlekit up, and took them into the nursery. Snailberry and Shrewcry approached you from behind, and Weaselheart alerted you to their arrival with a nod.

“Hey, sweetie, there’s going to be a raid on Badgerclan soon. Larkplume’s going to be leading us there, and i’ll be on standby just outside their camp for anyone who needs to get out of the fray… You haven’t even learned herbs yet, let alone any fighting skills, so I won’t make you come if you don’t want.” Snailberry seemed… scared.

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"I want to be a Gardener."

Snailberry's excitement could not be contained. She patted rapidly at the ground with her front paws, tail trembling with glee. She bumped her head to your shoulder, purring excitedly. "Oh! I have so much I can teach you! This will be wonderful!"

Corvidcall flicked his ear, and Shrewcry laughed at her antics. Runnelstar gently nudged her back, murmuring something about giving others space.

"Come on, we'll announce this to the clan. They'll be expecting information from you afterwards, Corvidcall," Runnelstar chirped, raising her tail to exit the den. You followed the four out, looking around anxiously as several cats turned their heads and focused their gazes on Runnelstar, and then you. You could feel your skin crawling with anxiety, and your fur fluffing up. Shrewcry took notice pretty quickly.

"Hey, you okay? They won't bite, we're in need of extra paws anyways. That's part of why the collared cats are here," He spoke softly, looking at you with concern.

"I..." You didn't get a chance to restart your sentence after the stumble, as Runnelstar let out a caterwaul. She hopped onto a large rock that was maybe almost a fox-length high, and the cats in camp began falling into place.

"Cats of Otterclan! The stars have blessed our struggling clan with more paws!" She called, tail raised high, "If you recall, Snailberry and Corvidcall had a meeting yesterday after some... disturbance in camp about a light in the woods. It is with great pride that I announce we have been gifted with a brand new Star-vessel! Little one, will you step forward? I will be giving you an official Apprentice ceremony, as tradition calls."

You swallow your nerves, and step forward. This was it? You were joining the clan.

"This young cat is around the 6 moon age mark. That means she will be joining as an apprentice. She did not come with a name, but Starclan is not always reliable in ways we mortals believe would help us. This cat has requested to join the clan as a Gardener, and as we shall do what the stars require, we shall grant her this request. Snailberry, step forward."

Snailberry padded up to stand in front of you, eyes gleaming.

"I will teach her everything I know."

"Then, from this day forward, until the day she graduates, her name will be Poppypaw. May she illuminate our path in this dark time." Runnelstar called, and looked to Corvidcall. Snailberry touched her nose to yours, and quickly nudged you back among the crowd.

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Sneak over to the bush.

You took your chance as the toms were arguing, and slunk to the bush to check out who’s there. Suddenly, two forepaws shoot out with a muzzle and drag you in, a molly’s voice hissing to be silent.

“They don’t know I’m here, don’t spoil my spot! Gosh, if only I’d known you’d wake up soon! I wouldn’t have gone to get you food…” She spoke in a hushed tone, her eyes wide as she stared out at the strange cats.

Was this the cat who’d made you a nest?

“Who—” You started, but she slapped her tail over your mouth.

“Sh! They’re Badgerclan. Bad. I’ll explain more when they leave.” She whispered, brow furrowing in concentration.

You blink, and focus on watching the apparent Badgerclan cats. They’d already realized you had ran off, but didn’t seem to be able to tell where to. Your scent must not have been strong enough, since last thing you could remember was a lot of darkness.

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