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This update is huge and I can’t wait to see how it affects MushroomClan! Unfortunately, content from this update won’t be seen in this blog until moon 166 (so probably never 💔) but it might help me with writing out events/interactions with neighbouring Clans

CLANGEN UPDATE: CLANCOPHONY

(Download the update here, or via your in-game auto-updater!)

Hello furriends and Clanmates! We hope you have all lined your nests with feathers and moss; leaf-bare is here, and so is our next release!

Our lovely developers have been reinforcing the camp walls with new features for moons now. With the new release, you can direct your warriors' focus, befriend/antagonize the other Clans, invite in outsiders, choose symbols for your Clans, experience our new sound system, and more! ❄️

If you are having issues with your anti-virus flagging ClanGen, please look to this post for a guide on how to fix it.

Our changelog is very long, so it will be below the cut ❤️

Features

CLAN FOCUS: New feature accessed via the Warrior's Den. Direct your warriors' Focus towards specific goals, such as feeding the Clan or sabotaging other neighboring Clans. When the Focus is changed, there is a cooldown of 3 moons before it can be changed again, so choose wisely! Please note that some Focuses aren't accessible in Classic mode and that some Focuses require certain cat ranks to be present.

PRONOUNS: Wow! The cats have pronouns other than they/them? Yes it's true! Cats can now naturally generate with they/them, he/him, or she/her pronouns. Want a cat to have different pronouns than those options? You can do that to! Check out their profile page and the Change Gender option to add any pronoun under the sun. These pronouns will be used in text throughout the game when referring to that cat (give a big hand to our writing team for the monumental amount of work they did to get pronouns integrated into all the text!) Please note a new game setting to revert the game to only generating they/them pronouns for all cats.

LEADER'S DEN: You can now access the Leader's Den to view the other Clans neighboring your Clan as well as the known Outsiders. Decide how you want to interact with these other cats: will you appease the hostile Clans? Or antagonize them further? Will you hunt down that one pesky rogue? Or perhaps you've decided an exiled Clanmate should be allowed a second chance…

CLAN SYMBOLS: You can now choose a Clan symbol during Clan creation. Other Clans also generate with symbols, which you will see in the Leader's Den. There are currently 484 symbols available to choose from, a roster that we plan to continue expanding with each stable update. Please note that old Clan saves will not be able to choose a Clan symbol in-game, though save editing to change the symbol is relatively simple. When loading an old save, the game will attempt to assign a symbol matching with it's prefix, if no symbol exists then it will randomly choose a symbol.

CLASSIC CONDITIONS: Classic mode can now access illnesses, injuries, and permanent conditions! Please note that this still differs in some ways from Expanded mode. In Classic Mode, a single medicine cat can care for the entire Clan, specific herb amounts are not displayed on the med den screen, an herb will treat a condition regardless of the Clan's actual herb amounts, the Clan's herb supply is randomly generated and is not dependent on events.

AUDIO: What in StarClan?? Clangen with sound!? Clangen now comes with shiny new sound effects and one very lovely music track that plays during Clan creation. More music is on the horizon… and don't worry! There is a handy dandy mute button in the corner of the screen and audio settings to control music/ambiance and sound effects volume separately.

QoL

Fullscreen new and improved! Art no longer looks oddly crunched and the black frame has been replaced with pretty background art. This comes with a new setting to turn off anti-aliasing and a setting to ignore fullscreen scaling rules, just in case you want it a little extra large (please note that this setting will come with some visual quirks if enabled)

You can now search cats on the mediator page

More special characters are allowed in user notes

Leaders can now be affected by mass extinction events

Mass extinction events are now limited to affecting 11 cats at most, but they can occur multiple times in a single moon.

When leaders die of starvation, they now revive with enough nutrition to bring them up to malnourished, giving a little extra time to find food before starving once more.

Moon events that previously mentioned an Outsider, but did not generate an Outsider cat, will now generate an Outsider

Moon events that mention an Outsider can now pull an Outsider from the existing list of Outsiders, rather than generating a new one

War events will now match with the affect of the overarching war event for that moon (i.e. if the Clans are having peace talks that moon, no clan relation lowering events will occur at the same time)

More moon events are now recorded in the relationship log if they changed a relationship

"show dead/living" button on cat list is now "view dead/living"

"filtered by" button on cat list is now "sort by"

Last and First page buttons are now available on the cat list screen.

Players can now input a page number on the cat list screen to move to that page immediately

Leader death history now displays as a single sentence for each death, rather than one long run-on sentence

Custom cursor setting now comes with a warning about increased chance of crashes

All text (or at least, the vast majority) can now be copy-pasted!

Buttons on moon events that lead to the profiles of cats involved now generates a horizontal scroll bar if the buttons go off-screen

If a moon event had no cats specifically involved, the involved cat button no longer displays

Alert exclamation marks now persist until the tab is clicked

When keybinds are on, you can now use the arrow keys to move up and down the event tab buttons, and the enter button to switch to the selected tab

Cats can now be quickly added to and removed from patrols via double clicking

Herb moon events no longer destroy herb supplies in their entirety (with the exception of one war event) and any large destruction events no longer occur if herb stores are already low

Herb gained on moonskip and patrols has been slightly buffed

Relationship value changes when cats break up is now dynamic, meaning some break ups have larger impacts than others

Newborn kits are now listed in the involved cat buttons on moon events

Quick start! You can click Quick Start at the beginning of Clan Creation to skip to the end. All choices will be made randomly

Content

100s of new patrol art additions

Many many new patrols! Many requiring specific traits or skills.

New outcomes for existing patrols! Many requiring specific traits or skills.

New Camps! The Mountainous camp, Ruins, and the Beach camp, Fjord.

New moon events, such as murders and new ways to gain accessories.

Literally 1000+ new relationship events

Many many new thoughts, many of which are exclusive to certain traits, ages, conditions, seasons, and skills

New leader ceremony possibilities, many of which are exclusive to cats of certain traits (both the dead cats and the new leader)

Prefix list updated to include new canon names (looking at you, Stretchkit)

Many new loner/kittypet names

Many outcomes for Leader Den events, many of which are specific to certain skills, traits, and ages

New events for pregnancy announcements and speculations

New grief events and thoughts

New accessories!

Bugfixes

Murders will no longer occasionally crash the game

Fixed a bug caused by the training app murder event

You can no longer sort living cats by death date

Players no longer get stuck in the med den backrooms (when accessing the med den through cat profiles, the back button would return you to the cat profile. attempting to back out of the cat profile would take you back to the med den. rinse and repeat, it's a loop)

Buttons now disable/enable properly when closing relationship logs on first and last cats in the cat list

You can no longer enter negative page numbers by clicking the back button very very fast

Leaders now receive appropriate birth event text when dying from childbirth

Outsider kittens can no longer join as warriors

Long term conditions, like wasting disease, will now display in leader's history if they took a life

When leaders are lost on patrol, patrol result text no longer mentions them by their warrior name

Litters can no longer spawn with duplicate names (i.e. two kits named Stonekit)

Medicine cats captured by twolegs no longer have their role erased

Cat history no longer lists cats as murdering themselves

Kicked cats out of the walls (fixed some possible cat positionings on camp screen)

Adolescents can no longer be considered "normal adults" in patrols simply because they graduated to warrior early.

Kits adopted during moon events now receive correct inheritance info and begin with a positive relationship toward new adoptive parent(s)

Mates of adoptive parents now automatically adopt any newly adopted kits received on moonskip

Check added for matching age when assigning random romantic relationship values at Clan creation

When assigning random relationship values at Clan creation, the Guide cat will now only generate relationships with living cats old enough to have known the Guide in life.

Adopted litters now always generate with a bio parent, ensuring their inheritance lists them as littermates

The generation of half-clan litters no longer assumes the birthing parent can only be the (biologically) female parent (this is important for "ignore biology" game setting)

Cats with no romantic interest in each other will no longer receive romance decreasing events

Poly cat love confessions no longer read as though one cat is asking their dead mate for permission before accepting a new cat into the polycule.

Rosemary is no longer applied to the "dead body" of a lost cat

Affair birth events no longer mention nonexistent mates

Fixed mistagging in patrols that would lead to unintended effects

Many small UI issues

Many small sprite fixes

Many typo fixes

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Moon 4 - Greenleaf - Part 2

Honeykit had been so excited to finally meet his new denmates! Dogkit was boring and always hiding in the medicine cat den with Eggrumble so to finally have some other kits to play with had him giddy throughout Bluffstar’s pregnancy. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had a lot of luck when it came to playing with them.

As soon as he was allowed back in the nursery he climbed over Bluffstar to see Myrtlekit, Loudkit and Berrykit but they were sleeping and stayed that way for almost a whole moon! Even when their eyes were open and they started to crawl around the nest Eggrumble scolded him for knocking Myrtlekit over or poking Berrykit. Eggrumble explained that kits can’t walk and talk from the moment that they’re born; Honeykit just thought that was plain silly. So, he continued to annoy Dogkit, waiting to see when the other kits would be ready to play.

One Greenleaf morning, as Honeykit amused himself with a beetle scurrying in the dirt, he spotted Bluffstar emerging from the nursery out of the corner of his eyes. Beneath her paws three kits stumbled out, still not quite steady on their paws. Berrykit and Loudkit first, followed by a slightly more hesitant Myrtlekit. Honeykit squealed with delight, abandoning his beetle in favour for greeting the others.

Bluffstar called out a greeting to him, explaining that she felt like it was the perfect day for her kits to finally see what the camp looks like beyond the nursery. Honeykit excitedly asked the question he’s been dying to ask for ages: can he finally show some of his favourite games to her kits? Bluffstar laughed; as long as Honeykit was gentle, she saw no problem with it.

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Myrtlekit was just like Dogkit, perhaps even worse. The smallest noise would send her scurrying back to Bluffstar, Honeykit could barely lay a paw on her before she began to cry in fear. There wasn’t any point in trying to play with her. Berrykit could be fun but he often ignored Honeykit’s rules and then whine whenever Honeykit told him otherwise. Not to mention how he acted whenever Honeykit beat him at something…

Loudkit, on the other paw, quickly became Honeykit’s favourite. He was the best kit to play-fight with. He was noisy, yes, but at least Honeykit knew when he’d pinned him down! Though he always got into the most trouble whenever he did play with Loudkit. Eggrumble would accuse him of being too rough but couldn’t she see that they were both having fun? Actually, every cat in the Clan seemed to be quite protective over the three kits, Honeykit wondered if it was because they belonged to the leader. He tried to not let it get to him too much but after a while he decided to do something about it.

Honeykit stayed awake all night, waiting patiently for the sky to lighten ever so slightly. Then, as soon as he could, he crept out of his nest and over to where Loudkit draped himself over Bluffstar’s leg. Honeykit gently nudged Loudkit’s paw, causing the kit to stretch and whine. For once, Honeykit wished he would be quiet! Once he saw Loudkit’s blue eyes squinting at him, he asked his denmate to follow him. Loudkit seemed uncertain, looking back to the rest of his sleeping family. Though, as soon as Honeykit mentioned that he wanted to show him something really cool, Loudkit agreed to come. The two of them carefully snuck away from Bluffstar and out into the clearing. No one was awake yet, it wouldn’t be too long though. Thankfully, Honeykit knew exact where he was going.

He brought Loudkit to the part of camp where the bramble-wall met the stone wall. There was a small hole, just big enough to fit a kit, that had been half-hidden by a tree branch. Honeykit had discovered it by accident and knew it was the perfect route to escape the camp. He glanced over at Loudkit, grinning as he began to wriggle through the hole, brambles snagging at his pelt as he did so. Loudkit had less trouble squeezing in behind.

Beyond the bramble wall trees stretched up to the sky. It was still pretty dark but the birds were already starting to sing. Loudkit asked exactly where they were going, and that was where Honeykit’s plan ended. All he knew was that he wanted them to find somewhere to play where they wouldn’t be bothered and that place was outside camp. He wasn’t entirely sure what was out here; that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though! It was an opportunity to explore!

Honeykit lead the way through the undergrowth, admiring the tiny mushrooms that covered the tree roots. So that’s why they’re called MushroomClan! Loudkit seemed just as enamoured, Honeykit barely heard a sound from him. Suddenly, they was a gentle fluttering sound. Honeykit paused to look around, eventually spotting a bug with large leaf-like wings flying above them. Loudkit came to his side, gazing up at the bug with wide eyes as he asked Honeykit what it was. It was a butterfly; probably the most fun bug to play with. Honeykit crouched down, wiggling his haunches, before leaping up at the bug, just barely swiping at it with his paws. The butterfly flapped around their heads for a moment before flying off. Honeykit flicked his tail, calling for Loudkit to follow it.

They chased after the orange speckled butterfly, giggling with every failed attempt to catch it, until the trees began to clear, revealing a clearing full of long grass and daisies. Honeykit gasped. There were even more butterflies here! He immediately came up with a game: whoever caught the most butterflies won!

Honeykit tried to copy the hunters pose that Antlerpaw showed him the other day. She had made fun of how his tail was constantly twitching so he did all he could to make sure it stayed completely still. The butterfly in front of him didn’t stand a chance as he leapt forward, catching it between his paws. It twitched and struggled for a moment before Honeykit let it go, satisfaction in his smile. Meanwhile, he could see Loudkit trying his best to catch one as well. Unfortunately, the white butterfly he had his eyes on moved. He tried to jump up and catch it mid-air but only landed clumsily on his back, making Honeykit laugh.

They bounced around in the grass, chasing butterflies and knocking each other around, until the sky turned from a pale green to blue, their giggles filling the air. Honeykit could stay like this forever! Their fun didn’t last much longer. Both kits flinched when they heard their names being called.

It was Eggrumble and Lighteye. Honeykit pushed Loudkit into a bush, hunkering down next to him and telling him very sternly to be quiet. Not long later, Lighteye appeared. The senior warrior called their names again and began to sniff the air. Honeykit’s ears flattened, focusing on his every move when a sudden voice from behind made his fur stand on end. Flintfoot poked her head into the bush, calling for Lighteye. Loudkit shrieked and rushed out but was quickly caught by his father. Honeykit tried to run as well but Flintfoot grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him out from his hiding spot. He hissed and wriggled to no avail. Eggrumble slowly came into the clearing as well; Honeykit’s heart sank when he saw the glare on her face

Lighteye demanded to know why the two of them were out here alone. Loudkit didn’t say anything, for once, so Honeykit was forced to speak up. He told Lighteye that he and Loudkit were fed up with always being scolded for just trying to have fun! Honeykit can barely lay a paw on Loudkit before someone is coming over to scold him. He thought they could finally get some alone time if they left camp.

Eggrumble growled. Was Honeykit mouse-brained? The reason why he’s always told to be careful with Loudkit is because he’s so much bigger than him! Loudkit has only just turned a moon old. Honeykit argued that Loudkit had never complained about it, he would have stopped playing with him as soon as he did. He stared at his adoptive mother with big, pleading eyes. Eggrumble sternly held his gaze for a moment, then turning, huffing out for Lighteye and Flintfoot to carry them back.

Honeykit sulked in defeat. He wished Eggrumble wasn’t so mean to him all of the time. He thought Eggrumble brought them to MushroomClan to keep them safe but sometimes he wished he’d just waited for papa to return. At least he let him and Dogkit do whatever they pleased. He looked at Loudkit, dangling from Lighteye’s jaws, and muttered a tiny sorry. Loudkit just looked at him and grinned. Honeykit didn’t need to say sorry, he had a great time! Honeykit sighed, smiling as he vowed to do this more often when they became apprentices.

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I spent a long ass time going through Pinterest and finding “dens” that I could use for MushroomClan and this is what I found. With the camp entrance to the north, images are in order from east to west of camp:

The Leader’s Stump

A hollowed out tree stump that was felled in a great storm many years ago. It is where Leader’s call meetings upon. Deputies sit beside the roots and is where they organise patrols for the day. The den beneath is spacious enough to fit two cats. The roots are often reinforced with mud and bracken to prevent drafts. It is backed up against wall of brambles on the north-east side of camp

The fresh-kill pile sits between the Leader’s and Medicine cat den in a small circle of stones.

Medicine Den (left) & Patient’s Den (right)

The largest den in camp belongs to the medicine cats and their patients. The Medicine Den is spacious, with half of it dedicated to herb storage and the other half for rest. Herbs are stored in cracks in the walls and hidden under leaves. The Patient’s Den is used for cats who are too sick or injured to stay in their own nest. It can fit at least 6-7 patients, but when less busy it is also used for extra storage. The entrance is along the rocky wall that wraps around the south and south east portion of camp

Warrior’s Den

A wide and spacious den. Typically, senior warriors sleep at the back of the den, where the ground slopes slightly towards the back, and younger/newer warriors sleep closer to the entrance. During the colder moons the entrance is often reenforced with tree branches or bracken. When the number of warriors exceeds the dens limits there is plenty of space outside to expand. It’s in the middle of the stone wall, south from the camp entrance

Elder’s Den

A small hole in the most western part of the wall. Inside, the walls are covered in plants and mud to try and stop the stone from becoming too cold. Elders in the past have complained about it being too cramped but for most it’s a safe and cozy place to rest.

Nursery

Located just to the side of the stone wall, the nursery is a cozy cluster of brambles, bracken, tree branches and mud. The inside of the den is lined with moss and often decorated with feathers and flowers to entertain kits and bring good luck to the queens within. It’s also easy to expand if the need is there.

Apprentice’s Den

Finally, to the west of camp where the ground raises again is a den entrance shielded by a fallen tree branch (pretend it’s bigger than it is in the picture lol). The soft coating of moss on top makes it a perfect place for apprentices to relax and share tongues after training.

The camp entrance is a hole through the bramble wall, marked on the outside by an oak tree. MushroomClan camp is located more to the north-west/central part of their territory where the ground is drier and the terrain is slightly rockier

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Rootclover

Her design is still so weird to me ngl

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Moon 4 - Greenleaf - Part 1

Minor events: Chivespeckle’s small cut has healed, Antlerpaw’s heat exhaustion has abated

Rootpaw’s warrior ceremony

Rootpaw couldn’t stop trembling. Even after she had passed her assessment the shaking didn’t stop. Flintfoot told her to eat and get some rest before her vigil that night but she couldn’t. The few mouthfuls of mouse that she’d had sat heavy in her stomach and every time she closed her eyes her mind was swarmed with thoughts of her family. She wondered if her siblings would have had been made warriors with her, and what their warrior names would have been. Flintfoot always scolded her for thinking about what might have happened if the wolves didn’t attack as it usually made Rootpaw feel horrible. She was right, though today Rootpaw wanted them to be on her mind. She wanted to feel their presence around her, and spent most of the afternoon toying with the feathers her littermates left behind after their death.

Flintfoot poked her head into the apprentice den, frowning when she spotted Rootpaw sitting there very much awake. Rootpaw quickly apologised for not being able to sleep or eat. Flintfoot didn’t blame her. She had worked hard to improve Rootpaw’s confidence ever since she took over her apprenticeship but just for today she could understand why Rootpaw was nervous and may have been thinking about her family again. Rootpaw’s whiskers drooped, was she really that obvious?

Flintfoot chuckled, ducking beneath the fallen tree that rested over the den entrance. She told Rootpaw that Bluffstar was going to start the ceremony soon, and wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything that Rootpaw wanted to say beforehand. Rootpaw didn’t quite understand what she meant, so Flintfoot elaborated: does Rootpaw have any final worries about becoming an independent warrior? Obviously Flintfoot will always be around to support her but being a warrior means having more responsibilities, more respect from other cats and the freedom to do what she pleased, within reason. Rootpaw hummed. She hadn’t considered all of that; Flintfoot joked that she had probably made Rootpaw feel worse now. Though, to her mentors surprise, Rootpaw shook her head. She was stronger now, she could do this. Sure, she would have difficulties here and there, but she could figure it out… hopefully…

Flintfoot smiled and gave Rootpaw’s cheek an affectionate lick. She couldn’t be more proud of how far Rootpaw had come. Rootpaw purred. In return, she couldn’t be more thankful that Flintfoot stepped up to train her.

Bluffstar’s voice was heard beyond the den walls. It was time. Rootpaw shook the moss out of her fur and brushed down her white chest fur. With a deep breath, and Flintfoot’s flank pressed against hers, they crawled out of the den. The sun was setting outside and the cats of MushroomClan had gathered around the Leader’s Stump: the hollowed-out base of a felled oak tree where leaders had called meetings upon the top for years. Bluffstar was speaking to Frondswipe when Rootpaw approached, though she soon turned her attention to the apprentice. There was exhaustion in her eyes, frankly Rootpaw was surprised that she was up for her ceremony as she was still recovering from her kitting, but she couldn’t say no to finally making a new warrior. Bluffstar asked if Rootpaw was ready; she nodded with as much determination as she could muster.

With that, Bluffstar clambered on top of the Leader’s Stump, the limp in her back legs making the climb slightly awkward, and meowed curtly to grab the attention of the Clan. She briefly spoke of her own excitement to finally host her very first ceremony since becoming a leader. MushroomClan has fallen on difficult times, as every cat in the territories knew, but to see young cats pushing through hardships to become warriors gave her hope for the future.

Without further ado, she called Rootpaw forwards. Rootpaw tried to imagine her siblings walking alongside her and felt a flicker of bravery. Bluffstar praised Rootpaw for her hard work and courage. To lose so many family members at such a young age is something that no cat should ever have to endure. Bluffstar knew that Rootpaw still struggled with her confidence but has faith that Rootpaw’s composure will help her to face any of her fears. With that, she grants her the warrior name of Rootclover. A name that, in Bluffstar’s eyes, marked the beginning of MushroomClan’s new, and hopefully prosperous, era.

Rootclover! Rootclover! Rootclover!

Rootclover smiled shyly as her Clanmates cheered. With that, the ceremony was dismissed, and Bluffstar began to slowly descend from the Leader’s Stump.

Flintfoot was the first to congratulate Rootclover, gently bumping heads with her. She loved the name that Bluffstar chose for her, it truly suited Rootclover. Rootclover giggled bashfully. Slowly the rest of the Clan took turns to greet the new warrior. Even Antlerpaw came to see her, grinning from ear to ear as she too congratulated Rootclover. It was nice to see that her old denmate didn’t harbour too many ill feelings towards her now, even if it took some stern words from Eggrumble. While Rootclover was happy to see everyone and speak to them she could feel her energy draining. She might have a bit more confidence than she had four moons ago but socialising with other cats still wasn’t her favourite part of Clan life. Weirdly, she couldn’t wait to sit her vigil…

Slowly, the flashes of orange in the sky faded, and cats began to retreat into their dens. Rootclover waved goodbye to Flintfoot, who reiterated just how proud she was of her old apprentice, before she followed Hollowbriar’s tail into the warriors den. Cats were still murmuring to each other in their nests but other than that it was calm. Just her and the great expanse of Silver Pelt above her. Rootclover wrapped her tail around her paws and took a deep breath. She focused on the brightest stars, the ones that seemed to twinkle the most, for she knew they were her family. She closed her eyes and imagined them sitting beside her, trying her best to remember her mothers soothing voice or her brothers laughter. It was strange, but the longer she thought about it, the warmer the space either side of her began to feel

Bluffstar stands above the Clan and proclaims that Rootpaw shall now be known as Rootclover, honouring her composure (lonesome, interested in oddities > lonesome, omen sense)

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Myrtlekit, Loudkit and Berrykit

See what I meant when I said that they look nothing like their parents? I was nowhere near as confident with save file editing back when these guys were born but if I was I would have 100% turned Myrtlekit ginger and Loudkit grey (though the red tint makes him look slightly ginger) . Ah well, saying that Bluffstar’s family mostly consisted of brown cats works for me

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Moon 3 - Greenleaf - Part 2

As the pastel orange dawn began to rise over MushroomClan camp, a shrill cry came from within the nursery. Today was the day, Bluffstar’s kitting had started. Everyone in the Clan was anxious, some were even reluctant to go on patrol in case they missed any updates. Lighteye especially. His stomach couldn’t stop churning. He truly did try his best to hunt that morning but his limbs were uncoordinated and his focus was completely shifted. So, he returned to camp empty-pawed, thankfully Frondswipe wasn’t around to notice.

He sat down at the edge of camp, fidgeting in place. Eggrumble had hissed at him when he tried to enter, so lending a paw was out of the question. His ears would flatten every time Bluffstar groaned in pain and then perk up eagerly whenever a silence fell upon the nursery. It never lasted long though. It had been so long since he heard the sound of newborn kits, he couldn’t wait to meet them.

They were his kits, after all…

Continued under cut…

Antlerpaw dazedly laid in the medicine cat den entrance, wanting to sleep but also keep watch of everything. Her heat exhaustion had mostly abated but to his surprise she was in no rush to get out of camp again; she instead insisted on waiting for Eggrumble to give her the all clear. Not that Lighteye was complaining. He was glad that she seemed to have found some patience. Frondswipe had been rushing off to find herbs and fresh moss for Eggrumble. She too couldn’t bring herself to patrol, her dedication to Bluffstar ever prevalent. Hollowbriar, Flintfoot and Rootpaw thankfully returned with mouthfuls of prey in the middle of morning. Flintfoot immediately asked for an update, Lighteye only wished he could give her the response that she so desperately wanted. Finally, Chivespeckle was left to keep Honeykit and Dogkit entertained, as usual. The two kits were confused why Eggrumble pushed them out of the nursery so early in the morning. Lighteye overheard Chivespeckle desperately trying to stop Honeykit from asking where kits came from and couldn’t stifle a purr of amusement.

It took until sunhigh for Bluffstar’s yowls to die down. Lighteye’s paws moved before his mind could advise him against doing so. As he went to enter the nursery he almost bumped noses with Eggrumble. The medicine cat’s eyes narrowed, though upon reading the desperation and anxiety on Lighteye’s face she paused, then smiled knowingly. She dipped her head, and stepped aside, telling Lighteye that Bluffstar had given birth to two toms and she-cat. All were healthy, including Bluffstar. Lighteye sighed with relief.

Inside the thick walls of the nursery, in a nest lined with feathers and flowers, Bluffstar lie with three bodies kneading against her belly, her chin resting against her paws. Her green eyes were tired but content. As Lighteye’s shadow fell over her she almost seemed surprised. She admitted that she wasn’t sure if Lighteye would be interested in coming to see her so soon. Lighteye paused, taken aback. Why in the name of StarClan would she ever think that? These little ones were his kin, his own offspring, after all. He hadn’t stopped worrying about them or Bluffstar all morning. Bluffstar shook her head, that wasn’t exactly what she meant. She wondered if Lighteye felt guilty about what they had done. She was Jaywhisper’s mate, and a part of her always would be, and to have kits with his brother… the thought had weighed heavily on her ever since Eggrumble discovered her pregnancy.

Lighteye frowned. He too had thought about Jaywhisper. However, maybe not in the way that Bluffstar did. In his eyes, he believed that Jaywhisper would be happy. He was never the type of cat to hold grudges for too long. Besides, these kits were still his kin. They have the same ancestors, and will no doubt grow up to have some of his personality. Lighteye was certain that if Jaywhisper’s spirit was here, he would be delighted. A little sad, yes, but more than happy to watch over his nieces and nephews.

Bluffstar took a deep breath. She supposed Lighteye was right. However, she wanted to clarify what their relationship was now. Bluffstar personally only saw Lighteye as one of her closest friends and she wholeheartedly hoped that they could remain that way, especially after how she used Lighteye to help get over her grief. Lighteye hated how she phrased that and firmly assured that it was never like that. They both relied on each other that first moon after Jaywhisper’s death and simply got carried away. As for his feelings, he was happy to remain as Bluffstar’s friend, and told her that his love for her was nothing more than platonic. However, he would still love to support Bluffstar as a mother and care for the kits as a father, if she would allow him. Bluffstar smiled, tiny tears in the corner of her eyes as she gestured for him to sit closer with the tip of her tail.

Lighteye peered down at the three squirming kits nestled into Bluffstar’s fur. Bluffstar told him that the solid brown kit was the she-cat, and the brown tabby and solid white kit were the toms. Bluffstar’s family primarily consisted of brown cats; she fondly reminisced that her mother had a similar pelt to the brown tom. Lighteye asked if Bluffstar had thought of any names, either on her own or with Jaywhisper when they were first discussing their family. Bluffstar hummed. Both of them liked the name Myrtlekit, it was one of the first that they thought of. It seemed like the perfect choice for their daughter, and as Bluffstar gave her a tiny lick on her forehead her fellow brown littermate mewled out loudly for the same attention. Bluffstar rolled her eyes, playfully joking that he had been the loudest ever since he was born! Lighteye laughed, maybe Loudkit was a good name for him then? Bluffstar purred. It was silly, but cute, and a fitting name for a powerful warrior for sure. Finally, the white tom. Lighteye suggested naming him Berrykit after he and Jaywhisper’s father, Coldberry. Bluffstar did remember Jaywhisper mentioning that name before and was more than happy to use it.

Lighteye bent down and licked Bluffstar’s cheek affectionately, all whilst showering her with verbal praise. He was excited to be an uncle but a father was a whole other journey he couldn’t wait to begin. For now though, at the sign of Bluffstar’s yawn, they both needed some rest. Lighteye would tell the Clan of their names, and his status as the kits father, later. For now, he moved behind Bluffstar and curled around her, allowing chin to rest against his paws as he continued to groom her and admire the kits. Myrtlekit seemed to be dozing off, but Loudkit was letting out tiny squeaks as Berrykit wriggled alongside him. He couldn’t wait to see what kinds of cats they became and what plans StarClan had for them. No matter what, he knew there was always going to be a spirit watching over them.

Bluffstar gives birth to Myrtlekit, Loudkit and Berrykit. Lighteye is revealed to be their father, though he and Bluffstar decide to remain as just friends.

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Moon 3 - Greenleaf - Part 1

Minor events: Lighteye’s sprain has healed, Rootpaw no longer has a running nose, Dogkit no longer has a stomach ache, Chivespeckle got a thorn stuck in his paw

Finally, after moons of Antlerpaw being told off for lying in a certain way, walking more than a few tail lengths away from the medicine cat den and trying to clean anywhere near her bite wound, it healed. Eggrumble was actually impressed with how well it had healed as well, commenting that the scar it left should fade. Antlerpaw liked to think that despite the trouble she got into she took care of her wound diligently!

With Lighteye’s leg back to normal as well there was nothing to stop her from jumping back into her apprenticeship! Her paws itched to do some hunting or battle training, though Lighteye wanted to start off slowly with some basic moves and stretches. It was boring, and Antlerpaw decided to make her opinion apparent. As Lighteye rambled on about making sure her limbs were eased up and prepared for more intense training she suddenly leapt for him, pushing him into the long grass of the training hollow. Lighteye was shocked, impressed and maybe slightly agitated all at the same time. Okay then, maybe Antlerpaw didn’t need any warm-ups.

Continued under cut…

Antlerpaw insisted on training all day, every single day. After all, she had a lot of catching up to do and wasn’t going to let anything stop her, not even Lighteye’s concerns. A hunting patrol in the morning, followed by battle training in the afternoon, and if any warrior allowed her she would spar in the evenings.

One day, while she and Lighteye were on a hunting patrol with Frondswipe, she noticed how slow the patrol was moving. Greenleaf was starting to show its impact and the forest had become significantly warmer. It was pleasant most days but today was more unbearable than others. Eventually, Frondswipe stopped and muttered something to Lighteye to which the senior warrior nodded in agreement. It was too hot to hunt right now, they should go back to camp and maybe try again when it was darker. Antlerpaw frowned. Well, she and Lighteye can still do some training instead, right? Unfortunately, Lighteye shook his head, telling Antlerpaw to take the day off and find ways to keep cool instead but Antlerpaw couldn’t do that! She needed to train! With a growl of frustration she stormed off, ignoring the warnings from Frondswipe and Lighteye.

She didn’t need her mentor or any other cat, she could train by herself; that was what she thought when she reached the training grounds. There was less shade here, and as she leapt about, practicing her pounces on rocks and twigs, she could feel the sun beating down against her back. She shrugged off the uncomfortable warmth under her pelt, for every time she didn’t deem her move to be perfect she started again. Eventually, her rumbling stomach forced her to stop and head back to camp. She thought that being under the shade again would mean she could cool down but instead the walk back to camp felt like torture. It was as if her fur was melting. She couldn’t stop panting, even when she sat down for a moment. When she did finally return, just after sunhigh, her legs finally gave way.

She couldn’t believe her luck. Once again, she was in the medicine cat den, only this time sick with heat exhaustion. Even the ever-patient Lighteye had some stern words to say about her attitude. He endorsed her compassion but not when it turned to sheer recklessness. Eggrumble nodded in agreement the whole time, applying damp moss to Antlerpaw’s forehead.

The days went on and Antlerpaw just sulked. What else was there to do? Watch Eggrumble sort through herbs? She had already done that for the past two moons. Lighteye visited occasionally but he seemed more occupied with something else, so most of the time she was alone, sprawled out in her mossy bed as she tried to cool down.

Strangely, on one of the days a shadow loomed over the den entrance and Antlerpaw tilted her head to see that Rootpaw was standing there with two mice dangling from her jaws. She tentatively walked in and placed one of them beside Eggrumble, who purred in thanks. Rootpaw tried to strike up a little conversation about how Eggrumble’s half-moon gathering went, Eggrumble happily filled her in. Flintfoot had been slowly working on Rootpaw’s confidence over the past couple of moons. She was still a shy cat that preferred solitude over the company of her Clanmates though now she was capable of holding a conversation that lasted more than a couple of sentences, at least with most cats. For being the only apprentices to survive the wolf attack they sure didn’t speak with each other much. Antlerpaw supposed she had spent most of her time in the medicine cat den, leaving Rootpaw alone in the apprentice den all Newleaf. Their paths had rarely crossed.

Surprising Antlerpaw, Rootpaw turned away from Eggrumble and carried the second mouse to her. She laid it down by her paws and smiled. There was a slight stutter in Rootpaw’s voice as she wished Antlerpaw all the best in her recovery. She was certain that Antlerpaw would soon catch up to her and join her in the warrior den when the time comes. Antlerpaw twitched, what did she mean by that? Rootpaw visibly panicked, awkwardly explaining that her first warrior assessment went… pretty well. Flintfoot was really impressed with how her tracking skills were coming along and decided to test her early. Frondswipe thought that she should be able to pass her other assessments with ease.

Antlerpaw growled. Was that supposed to make her feel better? Hearing that a cat who only a couple of moons ago could barely leave their nest was now about to be made a warrior? And by the time they reach twelve moons old, no less? How was that fair? With her tail twitching irritably, she thanked Rootpaw for the prey, and asked politely that she boasts about her accomplishments to some other cat. Rootpaw didn’t seem to understand but Eggrumble overheard and calmly ushered her out of the den. Rootpaw just looked over her shoulder at Antlerpaw and frowned, confused and concerned.

Eggrumble’s gaze was soon on Antlerpaw again. Antlerpaw tried to ignore her, pulling the mouse closer and biting into its flesh. Eggrumble wished she wouldn’t be so harsh on Rootpaw. She lost everyone was trying her hardest to be a better Clanmate. Antlerpaw was quick to remind Eggrumble that she lost her family as well. Stars, her parents died protecting her! She had every right to be annoyed that Rootpaw seemed to be excelling in her warrior assessments while she was stuck with injuries and illnesses.

… At least Antlerpaw had Lighteye, Eggrumble growled. Rootpaw found herself in a Clan with no parents, no siblings, no mentor, no one. She had to start from scratch, and the least Antlerpaw could do is try to be supportive of her. Their similar situation should be something for them to bond over, not to cause jealousy. Antlerpaw scoffed, shuffling around so that she faced the wall, just wanting to eat in silence with her throbbing headache. Eggrumble sighed, frustrated, and returned to nudging shrivelled up berries out of her stores.

Though eventually, Eggrumble did speak again. She told Antlerpaw that she is not the only one to have her warrior ceremony delayed. Antlerpaw’s very own father caught greencough during his apprenticeship and was sick with it for quite some time. Even Bluffstar graduated late. In her eagerness to succeed she climbed the highest tree in the territory and fell from it. Eggrumble chuckled to herself, remembering how mentors would very often tell their apprentices that the best warriors pass their assessment late, and she was sure that Lighteye would say the same thing to her, if he hadn’t done so already. What she’s trying to say is, is that when Antlerpaw does become a warrior she reckons that she’ll be amazing, fuelled by compassion and determination. She just needs to be patient.

Antlerpaw’s ears perked, looking over to Eggrumble. The medicine cat resumed her work. Her back was turned but Antlerpaw was certain the medicine cat was smiling. She looked down at her paws, letting her claws sink into the moss beneath her. Patience. Was that all she needed to become a warrior? If Eggrumble was right, maybe she needed to listen to Lighteye more often. She took a breath, she still felt dizzy with the heat. She pushed the mouse aside and laid her head down, hoping to sleep it off, though she couldn’t help but repeat Eggrumble’s words in her mind.

She’ll be an amazing warrior.

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Oh shit the official ClanGen account reblogged Honeykit and Dogkit’s ref! Hi to everyone who found this blog through that :3

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Moon 2 - Newleaf

Minor events: Flintfoot’s stomach ache has gone, Rootpaw has gotten a running nose, Dogkit has gotten a stomach ache, Bluffstar isn’t sure how many kits she’s going to have

Early mornings were never Chivespeckle’s specialty but with so few cats in the Clan to patrol he had to try and put the effort in. Emphasis on try; Hollowbriar usually had to drag him out of his nest to hear Frondswipe announce the patrols for the day.

The two of them typically ended up going on border patrols together for two reasons. Firstly, they were the most active warriors in the Clan, and Frondswipe trusted them to cover as much ground as they could in a day, with minimal distractions. Hollowbriar certainly didn’t mind the long walks, Chivespeckle not so much, but at least Hollowbriar kept him entertained. Secondly, Hollowbriar was the smoothest talker in the Clan. She had a bite to her tongue that could disrupt the peace of a gathering but she also was incredibly persuasive. She talked them out of a situation a while back when Chivespeckle ended up chasing a rabbit on JaggedClan territory and claiming it for himself. If they were to encounter any problems, whether it be with outsiders or other Clans, she could handle it, and Chivespeckle could back her up. At the end of the day, Chivespeckle enjoyed spending time with Hollowbriar. He’d much rather be with her than having heart-felt one-to-one’s with Lighteye or following the gloomy trail that Flintfoot and Rootpaw left.

So as the sun began to shine above the trees, a warmth in the air for once, Frondswipe once again appointed the two of them on the border patrol, specifically the Thunder Path border to the west and the JaggedClan border to the north. Nothing they couldn’t handle.

Continued under cut…

As the two of them settled to share a mouse before their long trek around the territory, Chivespeckle spotted a tiny ginger face poking out of the nursery. Honeykit grinned upon seeing that cats were awake and so began his daily ritual of loudly shouting “good morning” to every cat he saw and if the cat were to ignore him he would say it again, and again, and again. Though for Chivespeckle, the morning routine lasted longer than just a hello. Honeykit came bounding up to him and Hollowbriar and began to chat excessively, asking what they were doing up so early, where they were going, and could he come along? The answers were always the same and with Dogkit feeling unwell Honeykit was more persistent than ever, clambering over Chivespeckle’s back as he spoke. Chivespeckle humoured Honeykit at first but even he had to admit that the kit was a little bit overbearing at times. Was he this bad as a kit? Hollowbriar sure got plenty of amusement out of it.

Once they were able to shake Honeykit off and send him back to Eggrumble they set out for the Thunder Path border. The tips of ferns were curled with fresh leaves and the tree canopies were thickening out once more, providing the shade that most MushroomClan cats preferred. Chivespeckle was glad that the chill in the air was gone. To celebrate the gorgeous morning, Hollowbriar was quick to challenge Chivespeckle to a race and he gladly accepted. They sprinted through the forest, leaping over twisted roots and darting around the thickest bushes. Chivespeckle considered himself to be pretty quick but Hollowbriar was bigger. Her long strides propelled her forwards like a stag. She won with ease, as she usually did, and Chivespeckle accused her of cheating, as he usually did.

They stuck to the shade of the trees as they wandered along the Thunder Path. The stench of monsters overtook their own scent markers so it was important to refresh them whenever possible. Chivespeckle felt like they were coming here a lot more regularly ever since Honeykit and Dogkit were brought to camp. They still hadn’t found their father and after Slumberstar reported that one of his patrols chased off a ginger loner at the last gathering he didn’t have much hope that he would ever return. It was probably for the best, they needed warriors anyways.

Chivespeckle was in the middle of rubbing his cheek up against a tree when Hollowbriar suddenly called him over. A piece of ginger fur was caught up in a bramble bush. Chivespeckle leant in to sniff it and wrinkled his nose up in disgust; a fox had only just passed through. Hollowbriar was committed to following its scent trail, reminding Chivespeckle that foxes sometimes led to prey. This was supposed to be a border patrol, Chivespeckle reminded her, but even he couldn’t deny that if they found something substantial Frondswipe would be pleased. Prey was still in slightly short supply for the Clan and Bluffstar had a voracious appetite at the moment, no thanks to her pregnancy. Chivespeckle knew they would return to the border eventually and allowed Hollowbriar to track the scent back into the forest. It didn’t take very long for the fox to come into view and another scent to catch Chivespeckle’s attention. The red fox was feasting on the carcass of a doe, who seemed to have gotten herself caught in a Twoleg trap. Although some scavengers had gotten there first there was still plenty of meat to spare.

Chivespeckle felt Hollowbriar buzzing with excitement beside her. They had to try and win this feast for themselves. For once, everyone in the Clan would go to sleep with a full belly. Chivespeckle watched the fox closely. It seemed young, possibly a cub from last NewLeaf, so he assumed it would be more reckless, meaning more chance of injuries on their side. Hollowbriar was convinced that they could do this and devised a plan: she’ll intimidate the fox while Chivespeckle sneaks up behind the carcass. Chivespeckle nodded, he could do that. Chivespeckle crept through the foliage until he was positioned on the other side of the deer, watching as the fox gnawed on a bone. Hollowbriar emerged from the bushes, her fur standing on end and turning the already large she-cat into a mountain lion, hissing and growling. The fox turned towards her, growling in return, although its tail was tucked tightly between its legs and its ears pressed flat to its head. With its back now to the carcass, Chivespeckle moved, stalking around the deers legs, and while Hollowbriar kept the fox focused on her he closed in. Then, he pounced, landing on the fox’s back and digging his claws in as he pushed it into the ground. The fox yelped in surprise and thrashed around beneath him, twisting its head frantically. Chivespeckle drew blood, and the fox shrieked, but as it managed to wriggle out of Chivespeckle’s grasp it moved to attack him instead, genuinely surprising Chivespeckle. Teeth lunged for his right leg but were pulled back. Hollowbriar had a mouth full of fox tail and was dragging the shrieking fox towards her, mumbling something about not letting his guard down. Hollowbriar’s strength overwhelmed the young fox as she pulled it towards her, its claws scouring the earth as she tugged, until it was close enough for her to slash at its muzzle. With a yelp, the fox stumbled back, looked at its attackers, then begrudgingly fled with its tail tucked between its legs.

Hollowbriar yowled in triumph and Chivespeckle joined her with a purr, praising her for her strength. Hollowbriar joked that it would have been easier if Chivespeckle didn’t doze off. He swatted her ear. He didn’t fall asleep! The fox just took him by surprise, that’s all. Hollowbriar reminded him that foxes are cunning and unpredictable. One moment you’re winning, the next you’re having your leg mangled. Chivespeckle didn’t need a young cat to tell him that but he bit his tongue. After all, they should be proud of themselves for winning such a large feast. He was sure Frondswipe wouldn’t mind them bringing this back before they continued their journey. Hollowbriar offered to watch over the doe while Chivespeckle went to find someone to lend them a paw, and maybe she could figure out how to free it from the trap in the meantime. Chivespeckle nodded, padding away with a spring in his step knowing that plenty of praise would be coming their way

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Honeykit & Dogkit

Definitely not Eggrumble’s new sons. Nope. Not at all

(I need to get better at drawing kits ffs)

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Moon 1 - Newleaf

Minor events: Lighteye sprained his paw in a Twoleg trap, Flintfoot has gotten a stomach ache

Eggrumble wasn’t stupid. She had been a medicine cat ever since she was six moons old. She had dealt with amputations, poisonings, broken backs and outbreaks of yellowcough, and had seen Bluffstar’s symptoms a hundred times before.

The sickness after the gathering disappeared the next day. Bluffstar woke up and blamed her sickness on some bad prey she must have eaten and, begrudgingly, anxiety. However, she was back a couple of nights later, admitting to being sick in her den. Other cats in the Clan were growing increasingly concerned for her, so Eggrumble began to keep a closer eye on her. She checked Bluffstar nearly every day. Partially her symptoms, but mainly her stomach, pressing against it gently with her paw. One day, about a week after the initial sickness, she felt it under Bluffstar’s flank. Small and barely noticeable for the inexperienced, but for Eggrumble it was clear as day. Her suspicions were confirmed.

Bluffstar was pregnant.

Continued under cut…

She begged for Eggrumble to quit teasing her, but when did the medicine cat ever joke about her job? Unlike some cats in this Clan, she tried to take it seriously. As soon as Bluffstar felt it herself sheer dread settled in on her face. It wasn’t customary for cats to explain who the sire was so Eggrumble didn’t pry, though she was curious to eventually find out.

It took a while for Bluffstar to announce the pregnancy to the rest of the Clan and the response was overwhelmingly positive. Antlerpaw couldn’t wait to no longer be the youngest cat in the Clan, Frondswipe was making sure that Bluffstar knew she was always there to help, and Lighteye didn’t leave Bluffstar’s side for a few days, especially since she made the decision to move into the nursery immediately. Eggrumble didn’t blame her, the nursery was bare. Everything had to be cleaned out after the wolf attack so it was in desperate need of some redecorating. Like the nursery, Eggrumble was also unprepared for kits. The pregnancy herb stores were bare, a lack of queens meant that anything they had stored went to waste.

She spent most of her time scouring the territory for what she needed. Juniper, oak leaves, blackberry leaves and plenty of moss, though some of which were harder than others to find in Newleaf, especially when it rained. It was always rainy at this time of year, replacing the scent of prey and fresh herbs with damp. It made her wish she was a young cat again with her sense of smell fully in tact. However, she at least knew where herbs grew. There were plenty of blackberry bushes near the Thunderpath so on a particular miserable day she decided that was the best place to spend her time.

Her paws were caked in mud by the time she emerged from the bushes, staring across the foul-smelling Thunderpath. A monster roared by, her ears flattened against the horrible sound it made. The biggest blackberry bushes were on the other side. No cat owned that territory, so it was free game. She waited at the side of the Thunderpath for a moment, listening out for any noise through the sound of rain pattering against the ground, and then crossed over.

Some of the blackberry leaves were too small, some hung limp and shrivelled from Leaf-bare, though she could pick out a couple that were fully grown and fresh. Still, it wasn’t ideal, usually they would have some leaves preserved from Leaf-fall. She busied herself with the bush, reaching up into the higher branches, despite the twinge of pain in her hind legs, and carefully picking the leaves between her claws. She would probably complain about the chill in her bones later, for now though she could cope with it. Eventually the sound of the rain and Thunderpath became nothing more than background noise. She hummed to herself, tail flicking rain away, so distracted by her work that she didn’t notice an orange figure creeping towards her within the bush.

Suddenly, there was a squeal and tiny claws wrapped around her standing foot. Eggrumble leapt in shock, fur bristling at she hissed at her attacker. Said attacker was none other than a tiny ginger kit, grinning at her. He proudly proclaimed that he had finally found her. Though a nervous mewl from behind begged for their brother to come back into the bush. That cat wasn’t their papa! The ginger kit looked over his shoulder, then back to Eggrumble, and giggled.

Eggrumble squinted into the bush and could barely spot the white muzzle of another kit amongst the brambles. Perplexed, Eggrumble asks the kits what they’re doing out here. She can’t smell any of the other Clans on them, though it was hard to pick out anything in the rain. The ginger kit told her that his papa left them here and said he’d be back soon. Eggrumble, seeing the state of the kits fur, asked how long he’s been gone. The ginger kit hummed with thought, the tiny kit hiding in the bush was the one to answer. He shyly told Eggrumble that it got really dark for a long time, and usually when that happened papa brought them inside to sleep. He admitted that he thinks it’s been a little while; an understatement, really. She also asked if they knew where their papa is? Or if they had a mother? Neither kit could give an answer, Eggrumble got the idea though that maybe their mother had passed on as the ginger kit’s ears drooped when she mentioned her. Eggrumble’s pelt prickled with frustration. These kits had been out here all night, completely exposed to the elements and predators! It was a miracle they were still here and seemingly healthy. Outsiders were terrible at taking care of kits.

No matter whether the kits father was going to return to collect them or not, she couldn’t leave them out here to catch kittencough. The ginger kit stood his ground, pressing his paws deep into the mud. Papa would come back eventually, he was sure of it. Eggrumble looked to the other kit hiding in the brambles as she reminded them that it would go dark again eventually. All kinds of scary monsters lurk in the dark. The other kit let out a small squeak, telling his big brother that maybe they should let Eggrumble take them somewhere safe. The ginger kit’s stance softened but he didn’t look entirely convinced. Sighing, Eggrumble promised to keep an eye out for their father, she just wants to keep them out of the rain. Plus, there are lots of fun games to play in camp. That seemed to do it, the ginger kit nodded and called his little brother out from the bush. Careful not to snag his fur on the brambles, the black and white kit emerged.

Eggrumble carried the two kits back to camp by their scruffs. The ginger kit protested at being held, while the other seemed happy to be away from the muddy ground. Within camp, most cats were either patrolling or sheltering from the rain. Although Antlerpaw’s wound was still healing, Eggrumble was happy enough with its progress to let her walk around camp unassisted. She sat under a tree, watching the rain fall, but as Eggrumble walked past with two squirming kits her eyes widened with excitement.

A gentle murmur came from within the nursery walls. As she nosed her way into the sheltered hollow she spotted Bluffstar and Rootpaw on the far side. The den seemed much cosier in comparison to what it was like a few days ago, with fresh moss beds, reinforced walls and small feathers and rocks scattered around. Bluffstar was busy showing Rootpaw how to weave bracken through brambles and holly but both cats turned when the ginger kit let out a mewl of frustration, wriggling just enough for Eggrumble’s grip to loosen and causing him to fall to the ground with a wet slap.

Bluffstar gasped, quick to ask Eggrumble where the kits came from. Eggrumble explained the situation while the ginger kit started batting at one of the feathers nearby. She did mention that she promised the kits that they would keep an eye out for their father, though quietly added that she didn’t have much hope for his return. Bluffstar nodded in understanding, a small frown on her face. Some cats just didn’t deserve to be parents…

As the ginger kit waddled over to see Rootpaw, chatting loudly and pushing the feather towards the rather awkward looking apprentice, Bluffstar reminded Eggrumble of something. Their names, did these two have names? Eggrumble looked down at the black kit near her paws and posed the question. Papa always just called them “kittens”, and to him the ginger kit was just “big brother.” Eggrumble’s ears flattened at that. Well then that settles it, she’ll name them! Even if she wasn’t the best at naming things. She looked towards the ginger kit. He seemed to be a sweet thing, really. Always babbling on and trying to be the centre of attention. She called him over, and asked him if he liked the name Honeykit. He thought for a moment, Bluffstar bent down to tell him what honey was, and then he nodded happily.

As for the other, Eggrumble studied him for a moment. He had quite the unusual pelt: mostly black but with a silver streak down his back and a white muzzle. His fur was sleek from the rain, unlike Honeykit’s which was sticking up in all kinds of directions. It sort of reminded Eggrumble of a dog. A bold name for a shy cat, but the newly named Dogkit seemed to quite like it. That settled it, then.

Bluffstar purred joyfully. She couldn’t wait for the nursery to be bustling with kits again. A Clan wasn’t a Clan without the pattering of tiny paws around camp. Though, she does have one question before she can officially welcome Honeykit and Dogkit: who is going to take care of them? She doesn’t want to overwhelm herself with two kits on top of her soon-to-come litter. She looks at Eggrumble expectantly. It took a moment for Eggrumble to understand, looking between Bluffstar and the two kits. Well, first of all she should probably go and find a queen from another Clan who would be able to nurse them until they could eat solids, then they could just see how it went from there.

Bluffstar chuckled. Why can’t Eggrumble take care of them?

Eggrumble felt hot with embarrassment. Medicine cats weren’t meant to have kits! It wasn’t against the code, there had been too much grief and unnecessary drama caused by the rule, but it was certainly discouraged. She didn’t intend to be swayed from her duties any time soon.

But…

Eggrumble shook her head. She needed to find someone to travel to WarmClan and ask if Ferretleap would be able to use the last of her milk to feed Dogkit and Honeykit for a while; Eggrumble was certain that her own kits were old enough to eat prey now. Meanwhile she would get Honeykit and Dogkit warmed up and check them for any sickness in the medicine den. She picked Dogkit up by the scruff while Honeykit whined about not being able to stay in here and play. Bluffstar sighed, assuring Honeykit that when Ferretleap arrives he’ll have plenty of time to explore and play. For now, his fur needs sorting out! Honeykit shook himself out with a giggle, then began to follow Eggrumble. Camp would no doubt be full of energy now.

Bluffstar announces that she is expecting kits, and moves straight into the nursery

Eggrumble finds an abandoned litter on the border and decides to adopt them bring them to camp. She names them Honeykit and Dogkit

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The leaders of the bordering Clans, as seen in the gathering.

Thymestar of JaggedClan

Slumberstar of WarmClan

And Waspstar of NewtClan

(Note: I don’t have a separate save file for these Clans, I just made some sprites/designs for them because I wanted to keep track of what they looked like in my head lol)

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Border allegiances

Below are the allegiances for cats in JaggedClan, NewtClan and WarmClan, as well as any noteworthy kittypets, loners or rogues. I do not have official save files for these Clans so all cats, relationships and events within them are purely made up. Although they seem smaller, all three of these Clans are rather big (around 30-40 members) but I think it’s much easier just to focus on a few important cats. These allegiances will be updated less frequently and I may add cats when I feel like another Clan member is needed

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JaggedClan

Hills with rocky peaks

LEADER: THYMESTAR - a long-furred dark brown tabby she-cat with green-yellow eyes

DEPUTY: RIMETAIL - a long-furred grey tabby she-cat with emerald eyes

APPRENTICE: EAGLEPAW

MEDICINE CAT: BROKENSTEM - a long-furred grey masked tabby tom with gold eyes

WARRIORS:

UMBERSNARL - a long-furred dark brown tabby tom with emerald eyes

SUNBELLOW - a long-furred light ginger and white tom with blue eyes

PEBBLEDROP - a black tabby she-cat with blue eyes

ARCHEARS - a long-furred speckled light brown she-cat with sage eyes

APPRENTICE: WISTERIAPAW

FOGGYNOSE - a silver and white colour-point she-cat with copper eyes, wearing a black bow collar

LICHENFALL - a long-furred grey smoke and white tom with hazel eyes

APPRENTICES:

EAGLEPAW - a long-furred dark brown tabby tom with pale green eyes

WISTERIAPAW - a long-furred brown ticked she-cat with emerald eyes

QUEENS & KITS:

DAISYFLICK - a white and pale grey she-cat with silver eyes (caring for PEAKKIT - a white and dorsal-striped tom, GRAVELKIT - a pale grey smoke tom, and ERMINEKIT - a white and pale grey she-cat)

ELDERS:

COALTUFT - a long-furred black speckled tom with gold eyes

NewtClan

Reed beds and rivers

LEADER: WASPSTAR - a dark ginger tabby and white tom with silver eyes

DEPUTY: KITEWHISTLE - a brown/ginger tortie she-cat with green eyes

MEDICINE CATS: MAPLERAPID - a long-furred white and unusually spotted dark ginger she-cat with gold eyes

FRECKLEBACK - a speckled dark brown tom with pale green eyes

WARRIORS:

RAVENFLASH - a long-furred black and white tom with pale green eyes

APPRENTICE: BIRCHPAW

FROGJUMBLE - a white and light brown tabby tom with pale green eyes

WRENFOOT - a brown tabby and white she-cat with amber eyes

APPRENTICE: GALEPAW

GORSETUFT - a long-furred dark grey tabby tom with silver eyes

APPRENTICE: SNEEZEPAW

SNAILSTRIPE - a grey dorsal-stripe and white tom with blue eyes

SHIMMERFISH - a long-furred silver tabby she-cat with pale yellow eyes

APPRENTICES:

SNEEZEPAW - a light brown and white tom with green-yellow eyes

GALEPAW - a white she-cat with pale yellow eyes

BIRCHPAW - a brown tabby and white she-cat with green-yellow eyes

QUEENS & KITS:

DOVEPELT - an unusually spotted pale grey she-cat with emerald eyes (caring for LILYKIT - an unusually spotted grey she-cat, and SNOWKIT - a white and pale grey tom)

ELDERS:

MOUSETOOTH - a long-furred dark grey smoke she-cat with green eyes

WarmClan

Open plains with sandy hollows

LEADER: SLUMBERSTAR - a silver tabby and white tom with dark blue eyes

DEPUTY: JUNIPERCLOUD - a brown speckled and white cat with yellow eyes

MEDICINE CAT: POLLENDEW - a golden and white she-cat with heather blue eyes

BLUEBURN - a dark grey/dark ginger tortie and white trans tom with pale yellow eyes

WARRIORS:

RAINFEATHER - an unusually dappled grey tom with sunlit-ice eyes

HOLLYPETAL - a black/golden calico she-cat with amber eyes

APPRENTICE: DAYPAW

SILVERFLICKER - a white and silver tabby she-cat with gold eyes

APPRENTICE: BUTTERFLYPAW

YARROWTAIL - a long-furred white and dark brown tom with copper eyes

TANSYBOUNCE - a pale ginger tabby she-cat with silver eyes

ROOKSWIPE - a black ticked and white tom with cyan eyes

APPRENTICES:

BUTTERFLYPAW - a ginger and white she-cat with silver eyes

DAYPAW - a pale ginger tabby she-cat with copper eyes

QUEENS & KITS:

FERRETLEAP - a brown and white she-cat with green-yellow eyes (caring for MOORKIT - a white and brown tom, DUCKKIT - a dark brown speckled tom, and THRUSHKIT - a brown smoke and white she-cat)

ELDERS:

CRANECALL - a white and silver smoke tom with copper eyes

Outsiders

LION - a light ginger speckled tom with green-yellow eyes (loner)

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Moon 0 - Newleaf - Part 3

The Gathering

Frondswipe couldn’t believe it had nearly been a moon since the wolf attack. At the last gathering, Thymestar had mentioned JaggedClan’s plan to drive the wolves out of their territory. Said plan was hatched a half-moon later, resulting in the deaths of so many MushroomClan cats. There was very little chatter as she, Bluffstar, Eggrumble, Flintfoot, Rootpaw and Hollowbriar made their way through the dusky forest, the sky barely illuminated by the full moon. It was almost eerie.

Rootpaw whispered something to Flintfoot behind her. In response, Flintfoot assured her that she could stay by her side. Rootpaw didn’t want to come to the gathering but unfortunately for her Bluffstar wanted at least one apprentice to be there and Antlerpaw was still having problems with her bite wound; the latter was devastated to miss out, of course. Ahead of Frondswipe, Eggrumble leaned over to murmur a couple of words in Bluffstar’s ear. Bluffstar let out a small hum, and ended the conversation there. Hollowbriar was the only cat who didn’t appear to be completely miserable. There was a stride in the tortie’s step, even if Eggrumble scolded her prior to leaving for wanting to show the other Clans how she fought the wolves. Frondswipe was pretty sure she came close to having her tail ripped off if Bluffstar hadn’t pulled her out of the way… that certainly wouldn’t be mentioned to her rival warriors.

Continued under cut…

As the trees began to thin out the shapes of cats moving under the moonlight became clearer. Bluffstar glanced back before proceeding, a positive smile on her face. Frondswipe padded up alongside Bluffstar, she forgot that she was the deputy for a moment there, and puffed her chest out as they strode into the clearing. Cats of all different smells turned to them, their expressions were a mixture of concern and sorrow.

“Oh StarClan, is that all of them?”

“Slumberstar was right, Icestar is dead…”

“How did so many cats die? Stars, I don’t know what I’d do if I was Bluffheart…”

Frondswipe tried her best to block most of the noise out. Sure, she appreciated the sympathy, she was sure Bluffstar and the others did as well, but you could only hear so much of it before it became jarring. The twisted, fallen trunks of the Truce Trees laid ahead of her. At its base sat the other deputies: Rimetail, Kitewhistle and Junipercloud, three cats that Frondswipe never expected to be sitting beside. Above them, resting on branches and tree trunks, were the leaders: Thymestar of JaggedClan, Waspstar of NewtClan, and Slumberstar of WarmClan. Frondswipe gave Bluffstar a friendly nudge, assuring her leader that everything would be fine. Bluffstar purred gratefully, returning the gesture before climbing up to the perch where Icestar once sat.

Junipercloud dipped their head in greeting and once again congratulated Frondswipe for being chosen as deputy, having been there with Slumberstar when Bluffstar left for the Star Cavern. The other two deputies followed suit, Frondswipe glowed with joy.

A loud meow cut through the noise of the gathering. Waspstar wanted to begin; he wanted to know exactly what happened when the wolves attacked MushroomClan. Suddenly, all eyes focused on Bluffstar and Frondswipe, ears perked forward eagerly. Frondswipe heard Bluffstar’s voice shake as she began to retell the events of earlier that moon. She and Icestar were made aware of Thymestar’s plan to drive out the wolves at the last gathering. They approved of her method and supported the cause, it wasn’t uncommon for the wolves to occasionally cross the border from time to time. However, they didn’t know when Thymestar’s plan was going to come into action, nor that it had partially failed. By the time a cat spotted the wolves heading in the direction of camp it was already too late. They were advancing quickly, spurred on by anger, and there was no time to evacuate.

Frondswipe could hear Bluffstar’s trembling voice trail off as she took a deep breath. Slumberstar urged her to take as long as she needed, though Bluffstar seemed determined to continue. She avoided going into the gory details of the massacre but confirmed the deaths of Icestar and Eggrumble’s fellow medicine cats: Sparrowthorn and Mistsong. She also listed those who survived; nine cats in total. Wails of horror rippled through the gathering as cats realised the fates of their friends across the borders.

“No! Not Sparrowthorn…”

“So many families destroyed… Poor Antlerpaw and Rootpaw.”

“Did she say Jaywhisper’s name? Has he died too?”

Frondswipe could see the other deputies looking at her from the corner of her eye. Kitewhistle, for once, seemed lost for words, while Rimetail seemed to mumbling a cat’s name under her breath, her eyes were as wide as the moon above them. Junipercloud sighed, at least the others didn’t get to see the aftermath; Frondswipe thanked them again for their selfless efforts.

Bluffstar allowed the gathering to mourn for a moment before meowing loudly to get everyone’s attention again. MushroomClan will rebuild. Their territory is still safe and habitable and Bluffstar announces that she will be opening her borders to any eager outsiders who wish to become a Clan cat. A murmur is heard amongst the crowd of cats. Waspstar growls, reminding Bluffstar what Icestar thought of outsiders, though Slumberstar is quick to remind Waspstar that Bluffstar can make her own rules now, and if she is to achieve her goal of rebuilding MushroomClan it would be impossible without the assistance of loners and kittypets. Frondswipe, personally, was excited to see who would join the Clan. She never understood why some leaders were so against it.

Thymestar, quiet for most of Bluffstar’s turn, finally spoke up. She apologised deeply for letting the wolves run into MushroomClan territory. They deviated from the path her warriors had set up, she knew that she should have sent some warriors down to the border in case anything went wrong but she couldn’t risk the lives of her Clanmates. She had already lost two, an apprentice and a senior warrior, in the days leading up to the attack. Bluffstar, always so easy to forgive others, was sorry to hear that Thymestar also lost cats to the wolves, and assured her that there was nothing else that could have been done. Wolves are smarter than prey, after all. It doesn’t seem to stop Thymestar from feeling any less guilty.

Bluffstar doesn’t have much else to say about the matter, and looks to the other leaders to continue the gathering.

Waspstar steps forward, announcing recent news for NewtClan:

Now that the frost is gone, the rivers are flowing freely again, bringing the fish back to NewtClan’s waters

Dovepelt has given birth to two healthy kits: Lilykit and Snowkit. Their father, Snailstripe, is present at the gathering and brims with pride as cats congratulate him

Frecklepaw, the medicine cat’s apprentice, has finished his training and was taken to the Star Cavern by Maplerapid the other night to receive his full name. He is now named Freckleback

Waspstar has nothing else to say, so passes on to Thymestar. Thymestar begins on a sorrowful note:

As the Clan worked to remove the wolves from JaggedClan territory, Sprucepaw and Batstrike were unfortunately killed. Their selfless efforts to protect their Clan will never be forgotten.

There is still a strong chill in the air up in the mountains but prey is running reasonably well again. She praised her warriors for their efforts these past few moons

Slumberstar is the one to finish the gathering:

Prey is running well; rabbits are starting to emerge from their burrows and WarmClan has been taking advantage of their sleepiness.

Slumberstar is proud to announce that his grandson, Rookpaw, has completed his warrior assessments and was given his full name earlier on in the moon. Rookswipe has already proven himself to be a valuable warrior and Slumberstar couldn’t be happier

Slumberstar then turns to Bluffstar. He tells her that Junipercloud has been undertaking the task of shadowing the wolves, making sure they leave the Clan’s territories for good. Junipercloud stands up, surprising Frondswipe. They ask Slumberstar if they can speak in his stead; Slumberstar grants them permission. Junipercloud is confident that the wolves have long since left WarmClan territory and should not pose a threat anymore, Frondswipe was aware of that from when WarmClan visited to lend a paw. However, the other day Junipercloud and their patrol scented something rotten seeping over the border. They decided to follow the trail and found the body of a wolf, covered in claw wounds…

That was the wolf that tried to enter the nursery, Hollowbriar shouted across the clearing. She and a few other warriors tore the beast to shreds when they found out that it had murdered the kits! Bluffstar flinched at Hollowbriar’s abrasiveness and urged her to calm down, especially since some cats seemed rather uncomfortable to hear about kits being killed in such a brutal manner. Junipercloud assumed that the wolf made it out of the territories before succumbing to blood loss. So far, the rest of its pack hasn’t returned for it, and they doubt that they will. Bluffstar thanks Junipercloud for the update.

With all news discussed, Slumberstar decided to dismiss the meeting. Cats slowly began to filter out of the clearing, meowing their goodbyes and any final wishes of good luck towards MushroomClan. Bluffstar jumped down from her branch and landed beside Frondswipe. Frondswipe rubbed her cheek against hers with a purr, praising her for doing so well. She couldn’t believe how far Bluffstar had come in life. She could still remember being there to see Bluffstar’s eyes open for the very first time, now she was at her side as her deputy. She couldn’t be more proud of her, of them.

Gradually the rest of MushroomClan gathered around the two of them. Rootpaw was still sticking close to Flintfoot, almost hiding under her mentors legs. Eggrumble sauntered over, yelling for Hollowbriar to stop chasing after a WarmClan warrior. Bluffstar didn’t waste too much time lingering around and began to lead her Clan away from the Truce Trees.

Frondswipe padded alongside Bluffstar, eager to discuss some of the things brought up by the other Clans. It was amazing that they actually managed to kill one of the wolves, albeit only after the blood loss kicked in! In her eyes, it should be seen as a tiny victory for them. Bluffstar nodded with a laugh, joking that Hollowbriar probably wouldn’t stop bragging about it for the next moon. Frondswipe giggled but stopped when Bluffstar’s face darkened. She asked her what was wrong. Bluffstar admitted that she has been feeling a bit sick recently. Eggrumble assured her that it was just nerves, though Bluffstar wasn’t too sure. Frondswipe frowned, making sure to assure Bluffstar that if she needed to take a break she was happy to cover for her. Bluffstar opened her mouth to thank her but was interrupted by a sudden and loud retch, her legs swaying as she grimaced with pain.

Eggrumble was by her side immediately, taking Bluffstar towards a nearby bush in case she needed to vomit. Frondswipe watched with concern, unable to answer Flintfoot’s own questions as she came to stand beside her. All she could hear was Eggrumble telling Bluffstar to take it easy and promising to give her a proper check up in the morning. Frondswipe hoped it wasn’t anything too serious. Sure, she could handle herself taking care of the Clan, but it certainly wasn’t ideal when there was so few cats to keep things running…

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Moon 0 - Newleaf - Part 2

A week later…

The final cat to die as a result of the wolf attack was buried that morning, unable to recover from their devastating injuries. With most cats fit enough to patrol they began to slowly revert back to normal routines. Flintfoot started taking Rootpaw out for training sessions, although the now orphaned apprentice is much less enthusiastic about it than her mentor, and Frondswipe begins the arduous task of patching up the holes the wolves left in the camp wall. Chivespeckle and Hollowbriar decided to try and remark some of the borders, though Frondswipe doubted that any of the other Clans would dare to bother them in these desperate times. WarmClan and JaggedClan had been incredibly helpful and sympathetic towards them, the former even sending warriors to help clean up the aftermath, and it was highly likely that gossip had made it’s way to NewtClan through the borders. Still, it’s good to keep the opportunistic outsiders at bay.

Lighteye watched the camp, cleaning dirt from between his claws. He hated it when the camp was quiet for the majority of the time it was a hub of activity. Kits would be bouncing around, playing intense games of moss-ball or Warriors and Rogues. Apprentices would be showing each other their latest battle moves and taunting whichever poor soul was left to tend to the elders. Warriors would share tongues in the shade of the trees while one of the medicine cats would pass by occasionally to check on a certain cat’s stomach ache. Elders would reminisce about the old days with each other and relay stories onto whoever would lend an ear; either that or they would complain about how noisy the youngsters were. Lighteye adored it. He had always revelled in the companionship he felt between him and his Clanmates; he’d never felt more alone as he sat there in front of the medicine cat den.

Continued under cut…

For now though, he would have to accept that this was how it was going to be. He needed to just focus on the Clanmates he had now, including poor Antlerpaw. His apprentice was injured during the battle and would have certainly been killed if it wasn’t for the sacrifice her parents made to save her. She had been complaining non-stop about how long her wound was taking to heal much to Eggrumble’s chagrin. Lighteye struggled to count how many times the medicine cat had reminded Antlerpaw how lucky she was to not actually lose her leg.

Lighteye kept Antlerpaw company whenever Eggrumble went out searching for herbs. She could have a vicious temper at times, thankfully Lighteye didn’t mind listening to other cats vent their feelings. He groomed her diligently as she growled about her warrior assessments being delayed, about not being able to go to the next gathering, and most notably: not being able to protect her remaining Clanmates. Perhaps her frustration was justified…

Bluffstar interrupted their conversation. Chivespeckle and Hollowbriar brought back some prey from their border patrol but it wasn’t enough to feed everyone, so she invited Lighteye out to hunt with her. Lighteye hadn’t had the chance to properly speak with Bluffstar since her leader ceremony, so as long as Antlerpaw was kept under watch by another cat he was happy to go. That cat turned out to be Chivespeckle, and Lighteye knew Eggrumble would be tearing her fur out if she was aware of the change.

Their hunting session didn’t start off well. Lighteye had been good friends with Bluffstar for many, many moons; ever since Bluffstar and his brother, Jaywhisper, became mates. Over time, he had learned to pick up on the signs that she was feeling down. From the moment she returned from the Star Cavern he could see her tail-tip trembling while she spoke of hope and confidence to her Clanmates. More obviously, she had scarcely left her den other than to eat or speak with Frondswipe or Eggrumble. Her distraction became evident when she misjudged her pounce on a bird and collided with a fallen log. Lighteye decided that this was the time to speak to her though Bluffstar did all she could to hide her emotions. Unfortunately for her, Lighteye could see right through her facade, pushing her to be honest with herself until Bluffstar finally broke.

She confessed that part of the reason for her being so withdrawn was because of Jaywhisper. He was there at her leader ceremony and gave her one of her nine lives, though he also told her that he didn’t mind if she moved on. That seemed to have plagued Bluffstar’s mind for the past few days, especially since she had just made the commitment to finally start a family with him…

Lighteye’s throat felt tight, a sickness brewing in his stomach.

Bluffstar is quick to apologise, blaming herself for not agreeing to do so sooner. Jaywhisper had bugged Bluffstar about having kits for moons, so much so that Lighteye had to get involved and calm his brother down. Lighteye was just as excited to become an uncle, kits are adorable after all, but he at least knew how much of a commitment they were, not to mention the health risks for the queen. How could it ever be her fault? Lighteye would rather Bluffstar feel ready to be a mother than force herself through it. He dreaded to think of the guilt Jaywhisper would suffer if anything were to go wrong. Bluffstar, tears welling in her eyes, then confesses that they were going to start trying as soon as NewLeaf came. If they were successful, Lighteye would have been the first cat to know. Lighteye just wordlessly pulled Bluffstar closer, letting her cry into his chest fur

The NewLeaf forest around them was full of life. The bird song celebrated the return of the warm sun and buds had begun to sprout from tree branches. It was the sign of new beginnings. Lighteye looked down at Bluffstar and confidently assured her that her wounds would heal with time. Whether she took a new mate or not it didn’t matter to him; as long as she was happy. That’s all he could ever want.

Bluffstar looked up at Lighteye with glassy-green eyes. She smiled, thanking Lighteye. She didn’t know how she could cope without him by her side. A moment passed before Bluffstar finally pulled away, shaking her fur out. They came out here to hunt and she refused to return to camp until they had some fresh-kill to their name. With a flick of her tail, shrugging off her sorrow, she led the way deeper into the forest.

Lighteye followed her, glad to see a bit of a bounce finally back in Bluffstar’s step. However, he can’t shake the feeling that perhaps there’s more on her mind than she’s letting on. He silently vows to continue to protect and support her for as long as they both live.

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Actually I think I’m going to change how I post moon events on this blog. Originally I was going to do full written moon events but the second “chapter” I had planned for Moon 0 is taking way too long for me to write and I’m not super proud of it so far. Plus, I do have a job and other hobbies that I probably enjoy more than writing lmao. I’ll do some experimenting with different formats before I come to a conclusion. I might still do fully written moon events every now and then if something exciting happens though