#Fishkit

[barnclan]

SpeckleClan family tree

[thefourfan]

Fishkit Stimboard ^^ 🐱💮

[maplewood126]

Fishpaw

Fishpaw is like an alderpaw but he stands up for himself alot more. Fishpaw is anxious and always worried (mind you i had made him up before reading the 5th arch) he later becomes fishscale. Brackenstar had assigned him by random as a medicine cat because they needed more medics to treat wounds during the war. He had resented his new job at first but by the time Brackenstar had been killed be had learned to love his job.

[wills-woodland-warriors]

The fadingflea family as incorrect quotes! @ambitiousauthor @residents-of-the-darkforest @liberhoe

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Starclan: *punished kits by sending them to The Place of No Stars*

DF kits: *chilling with new parents*

Starclan: wait

DF kits: *experiencing happiness for the first time in their ‘life’*

Starclan: wait no

[yuridovewing]

sigh…. might make isat warrior designs

[oliveatesoap]

*eats your banner EVILLY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🎊🎊🎊🔥🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊*

so you are eating your art?

[warriorstickers]

Cavernclan, Year 2, Greenleaf

-> Burntheart is wrapped around Cherryfreckle while she purrs, feeling ready to burst with love for their litter of three kits. 

-> Reedburr is yowling about ticks in their den

-> Despite enforced nest-rest, and a well wrapped wound, Antburrs wound is looking concerning to the Medicine cats. They discuss what to do if the wound infection spreads. 

-> Humans dig up the clan’s camp, digging to the cave with a machine. Noticing the cats, they attempt to grab as many as they can. They cat-nap Glowfish, Antburr (who was too slow to run and was being protected by Glowfish), Pearpaw and Leafkit. 

-> Burntheart managed to protect Cherryfreckle and their new kits, along with Reedburr.

-> Cherryfreckle is devastated at the loss of her adopted son Pearpaw, and holds her new kits close, paranoid that all of her kits will be stolen from her. 

-> Leafbite did his best to protect all of his kits, but his old injured leg slowed him down. How yowls with rage over losing Leafkit 

-> Rattleripple is devastated at losing Glowfish, and understands how her mentor must have felt when the clan was attacked before

-> Oatsky has lost both her kits now, and is furious. 

-> Goldstar decides he has to uproot his clan again, in order to keep them safe. While everyone is scared, he orders the clan onward. They go on a long trip, doing their best to care for the kits, and take what herbs and prey they can.

-> When the clan asks where they are going, Goldstar gets a stormy and determined look on his face, simply responding “Home.” 

-> Talondrift finds a cow feather, and decides to put it in her pelt, hoping to cheer herself and the kits up. 

-> Cherryfreckle is struggling after giving birth, especially with moving the kittens. Her delivery took a lot out of her, and the area has remained painful. Rattleripple worries it might be infected. 

-> Burntheart, while trying to help his mate and of their kits, plus the clan, twists his paw.

-> Struggling with the loss of both of her kits, Oatsky decides to distract herself by cuddling up to Viktorclaw. The big tom obliges happily.

-> The clan is struggling to care for themselves and all the little kits, while traveling and coping with their losses. Many are reminded of the past, and Goldstar seems in a vicious mood.  Rattleripple is feeling stretched very thin. 

-> Talondrift, Yarrowfur and Viktorclaw range out to try and find some food for the clan, while the clan rests. They manage to find a few mice to bring back. 

-> Some of the older cats recognize the direction Goldstar is leading them, and are filled with hope and fear. 

-> Specklepaw is made an apprentice to Talondrift. He wonders if a warrior path is right for him. He’s become rather cold, but it’s really that he doesn’t know how to express his feelings. 

-> Tinypaw becomes an apprentice to Yarrowfur. She’s charismatic, and makes her mentor feel hopeful

-> The new mentors take time to train their apprentices, as they journey. 

-> Cherryfreckle has to scold Fishkit for being naughty

-> Briarkit gets praised for being good

-> Reedburr and Goldstar discuss where they’re heading, with Reedburr asking if this is the right thing to do. 

-> Nettleberry, Oatsky and Fallingfur range out to hunt. Oaksky spots a rabbit ahead, behaving oddly, shaking. They think it will be easy prey, but it manages to evade them. 

// Cavernclan is on the move!

[crowcrash]

been doing a lot of ClanGen recently… here’s some kitties from one of my clans, FirthClan.

Copperstar and Pricklepelt are the lead cats, being leader and deputy. They are also gay and in love ❤️🏳️‍🌈✨

They took in a pair of orphaned kits and raised them together as their dads. They named them Bluekit and Fishkit. While quite different from each other (Blue being loud and troublesome and Fish being quiet and more keen to follow rules) the duo are inseparable are are rarely seen apart. They grow up to be Bluebelly and Fishwhisker and train their respective apprentices, Ospreypaw and Cootpaw, together.

Tragically Bluebelly dies young after an encounter with a snake, and though heavily grieving the loss of his brother Fishwhisker doesn’t hesitate to take over the mentorship of Cootpaw while finishing training his brother. Cootwhisker later has a litter of kits of his own and names one Bluekit after his lost mentor.

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Submissions

Reposting the submitting characters really quick because I often forget to add the new names to the list, so let me know if I'm forgetting anyone! (@ ing the most recent submitters) (it's a long list so maybe keep an eye out for your recent cats and where they would be alphabetically)

(some are joke submissions, which are highlighted)

Adalind

Adderstar

Aloemist 

Amberspark 

Angelpaw

Anteloperipple

Antleaves

Applecreek

Ashflower

Ashkit

Ashpool 

Ashwisper

Avery 

Axolotlpaw

Badgerkit 

Batear 

Beampaw

Beargrowl

Beetlestar

Begonialeaf

Belladonnashade

Bella-May

Berrystar

Birchflight

Blackears

Blacksnow

Blackstar

Blightfrond

Blue 

Bluedaisy 

Breezefleck

Brightshade 

Brindlepaw 

Bristleblaze 

Bristletail

Brittlebite

Brokencry

Brokenkit

Brokentongue

Brokenwhistle

Brownmouse 

Bubblelight 

Buckhackle

Buntinghoot

Burrcurl

Butterflywing

Butternut Squash 

Buzzardstar

Cam

Campionpaw

Carcasspelt 

Cavestar

Cedarstar/whisper

Chasmmoor

Cherrykit 

Cherrystar

Cherrytail

Cherrythorn 

Chickadeewhistle

Cinderkit 

Claudrat

Clawbranch 

Cloudface

Cloudfang

Cody

Cookie 

Copperpurr 

Coyotetuft

Creaturefall

Creekpaw

Cricketclaw

Crispblue

Crowfang

Crowheart

Crowpaw

Crunchsnow 

Cryfeather 

Cypresskit 

Cypresspaw

Dahliabreeze 

Darkbrush

Darkrose

Darkscar 

Daysoul

Dewfall

Doesong 

Downstar

Droughtstar

Ducklingkit

Eelpaw

Eggstep

Fadingstar 

Feathercloud

Feathers

Ferntangle

Ferntuft

Ferretrunner 

Fidgetguts

Firefeather

Fireweaver

Fishkit 

Flamebuck

Fleathistle

Fleckhorn

Flowerstar

Flowerstone

Flutterwhisper 

Fogscar

Foxfire

Foxflake

Foxpelt 

Froglight

Frondecho 

Frostedjay

Frostkit 

Frostswan

Frostwish

Fungichomp

Ghostwatcher 

Giantstar 

Gingerstamp

Ginsengbloom

Glaremouse

Glowingshadow

Goblingsnap 

Goldenstar

Goldfishfur

Gorsebriar

Gremlinfrost 

Grouseheart

Gusttalon 

Hawkwhistle

Haypad

Heronclaw

Hiddensnake

Hillfeather

Hiverose

Hollowhiss

Hollowhusk

Hollowstar

Hollygorse 

Hollykit 

Hollylion

Honeyflower 

Honeypudding 

Honeysuckle

Hoppaw

Houndtooth

Icewing

Isopodbrain

Ivyburble

Ivyspots

Jackdawecho

Jacky

Jellykit

Kindlepaw

Lamb

Lampreypelt

Larchbee 

Laughingmoss

Lemurgaze 

Leopardshadow

Lightningspring 

Lighttail

Lilacheart

Lilywater

Limpetsong

Lioncatch 

Lionclaw 

Liverpelt 

Loachhowl

Lola 

Loststar 

Lunarpaw

Lupinefrost 

Madderblossom

Magpiepaw

Mallow

Mallowpelt

Mangleface 

Mantisstar 

Marigoldsnake

Marrowpaw 

Meadowstar 

Milkdud

Minnowscale

Mintnettle

Molekit 

Moonshadow 

Morningleaf 

Morningsky

Mothblaze

Motheyes

Mousecrawl

Mousenose 

Mousespots 

Mousethistle 

Needlepaw

Needlewhisker

Nettlefoot

Nightfoot/Bruno

Nightkit

Nightleaf 

Nightstar

Novice

Nudge

Oak

Oakberry 

Oakstep 

Omenstar

Orangefluff

Orchidsmoke 

Ospreyhope

Palemist 

Palepaw

Palestone 

Patchspring 

Peachpaw 

Peanutfur

Pebblefur 

Pebblekit 

Perchpaw 

Pigeonfang

Pikespot

Pinedusk 

Pinenutkit

Pinestar

Plumbee 

Pondskip

Possumpuddle 

Pumpkinpatch

Quickstar

Rainsong

Redjay

Redtree

Ricetail

Rimewhisker

Ripperclaw

Riverrush 

Roachpelt

Rookflake

Roseclaw

Rosykit

Runningbird 

Runningripple

Russetblossom

Sablefleck 

Sandfoot

Shademask

Shallowsong

Sharkstar

Shiverpaw 

Shrikepaw

Shrikepollen 

Shrikesquall

Silentbrook

Siltstar

Sleetnose

Smokefleck

Smokeroot 

Smokestar

Smokethorn

Smokeweed

Snailstar 

Snipvoice

Snowfoot

Snowpaw

Snowthicket

Songseeker

Sootpaw

Sootspots

Sparktail 

Sparrowface

Sparrowfreckle

Sparrowpaw

Spiderbite 

Spiritstring

Splashgrass

Spottedstone

Springsoul

Stardust

Stickpaw 

Stonepaw 

Stormkit

Stormshell

Streamfleck 

Stubs

Stumppaw 

Swantail

Tadpolemask

Tanagerwing 

Tarspots

Tartail 

Tawnykit 

Tawnymoon

Tawnypuddle 

Tigerkit

Timberstone

TinkerBell

Treatpaw

Trickpaw

Turtlepelt

Turtlestepper 

Vireopaw

Waspkit

Waxfeather

Weaselpaw

Webstripe 

Whispkit

Whistler

Whiteear

Whiteheart 

Wildpaw

Willowruffle

Wispkit 

Wolfhaze 

Wolfstar

Wordweaver

Wormkit

Yewpool

Yippeepaw

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@ambitiousauthor @frightnightindustries @meowstival @indigo-flightly-falls @starfalcon555

[pikaclan]

Moon 606

Season: Leaf-fall

Overarching Events

Not enough healthy medicine cats

Ceremonies

Archpaw has reached the age of six moons and has been made an apprentice, with Spikestar as their mentor

Deaths

Fishkit, Growlithe, Pebbletree, and Bristlewing are killed after a fire rages through camp

Bustopher Jones, Crocuskit, Flykit, and Bloomkit grieve but are not stricken

Frosttooth's voice cracks with grief and is stricken Bleakpaw feels numb with grief and is stricken Hillpaw and Flickerkite grieve but are not stricken

So much grief and death has taken its toll on pikaClan, Blissgoose and Fawnpaw are particularly shaken by it

Misc

Basilpaw was seen chasing a kittypet off the territory

Scrubpaw realized tom doesn't describe how they feel anymore

She is trans femme!

Other Clans

Canaryspeckle travels to FlightClan to resolve recent border disputes and it goes better than expected Flickerkite travels to SplinterClan to resolve recent herb-gathering disputes

Health

Basilpaw's infection abated and wound healed but scarred Fleas have been hoping to pelt to pelt and now Flickerkite, Buzzardshellm and Smokepaw are infested Shellkit's heat stroke abated

[barnclan]

moon 1

[warriors-fallen]

CHAPTER THREE: [WHISPERKIT]

Claws scrabbled on rock as a white-flecked silver kit pushed her way up onto a mossy boulder, her hind paws digging hard into the soft patches of green growth as she hauled her way up to the top of the boulder. Her shoulders strained with the effort, and all the breath seemed to leave her as she finally collapsed at her destination, panting hard as cold stone pressed against her cheek. She let herself breathe and relax for a few moments, before getting to her paws, digging her claws into the soft moss below her to make sure she didn’t lose her grip.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat, peering down at the sandy earth below the boulder. “Okay, Fishkit-“

Her gaze landed on a silver tabby kit below the boulder, and she heaved a loud sigh as she saw he was curled up with his eyes shut.

“Fishkit!” She rolled her eyes, snapping at the tom loud enough to startle him and make him kick his paws around for a few moments before he blearily blinked up at her, eyes glazed from sleep. “It took me, like, a second to get up here! How did you already fall asleep?!”

“Sorry, Whisperkit,” Fishkit grumbled, voice hoarse as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, fur ruffled from his startled awakening. He lifted a paw and shook the sand from it. “I was tired.”

“You’re always tired!” Whisperkit huffed, tail lashing behind her as she shot Fishkit a half-hearted glare. “No more sleeping, we’re playing now.”

Fishkit nodded, eyes half-lidded as his jaws spread in a big yawn. “Mhm.”

He’s going to be impossible to train. Whisperkit thought as she watched the tom sleepily peer up at her. He won’t wanna get up and do anything!

“Okay,” Whisperkit began, nodding seriously. “We’re playing Medicine Cat. I’m the medicine cat, this is my den, and you have to come to me to get healed.”

Fishkit nodded, getting to all four paws and letting out another, smaller, yawn. He awkwardly lifted a hind leg off the ground, stumbling closer and into the shadows the boulder cast on the ground. He padded to the slope of the big rock where Whisperkit had hauled herself up, and stared incredulously at it for a moment, before peering up at the other kit standing tall at the top.

“I don’t want to climb up there,” Fishkit put a front paw on the cold stone, letting it slide back down to the ground. “It’s too hard. I slide right off.”

“Oh, for-“ Whisperkit whined, neck fur bristling a little as she turned and carefully began easing her way back off the boulder, claws gripping into patches of moss and small cracks and grooves in the stone to keep herself from falling down on her face. “Lazy bones. I really wanted my den to be up there! It’s cool!”

“Sorry.” Fishkit flicked an ear, looking a little apologetic as he stepped back to give Whisperkit room to step off the boulder.

Whisperkit puffed and shook out her fur, flicking her head towards the shadow of the boulder as she padded into it, using her tail to sweep away some of the sand so she could sit without it all getting into her fur. She plopped down, watching as Fishkit limped his way over to her.

“What’s the problem?” She asked, voice turning as even and confident as she could make it.

“I…” the silver tabby looked around, thinking. “I, um…went hunting. At the falls. And, I…slipped. And hurt my leg.”

Whisperkit nodded, scooting closer and tenderly resting a paw on Fishkit’s pretend injured leg, feeling it up as gently as she could, humming thoughtfully to herself. If it was supposed to be broken, Fishkit would probably sound like he was in a lot more pain. But all he did was raise it off the ground and limp. If he slipped and hurt it, it was probably a sprain. Satisfied with her diagnosis, she nodded to herself.

“A sprain,” she informed Fishkit. “You need elder leaves. I’ll go get you some and make a poultice. Lay down here and rest your leg.”

She got to her paws and nudged Fishkit to where she had been sitting. He obediently laid down, sighing softly and awkwardly sticking his ‘injured’ leg out at an angle. “Thanks, Whisperkit.”

“I’ll be back in a moment!” She turned and bounded away into the camp clearing, looking around to find something she could use as fake elder leaves for her game.

CascadeClan’s camp was a large hollow in a rocky cliff, dens being tucked into natural dips in the rock walls, sheltered with woven stalks and branches. An old, fallen tree with chipped, brittle bark lay at one side of the camp, roots dusted in the sandy dirt that coated the ground all around camp. High, high above was a large, open space in the rock that let sunlight beam down into the camp. Whisperkit was pretty sure the fallen tree had come from up there, where more trees and woods hugged the very top of the rocky cliffs. A couple of mossy boulders were leaned against each other at another side of the camp, with a big gap between them that Whisperkit knew led into the medicine cat’s den. Her tail eagerly flicked behind her at the familiar sight of it.

Her Clanmates that weren’t out on patrol or training were milling about in camp, sharing tongues or chatting or sunbathing in the warmest spots they could find. Whisperkit spotted the bracken-brown tabby coat of Gorsestalk and the dark grey tabby pelt of her apprentice, Stormpaw. The two were in the sunlight, chatting about something as Gorsestalk gestured with her tail. Stormpaw nodded along, his own tail twitching behind him.

Dappleheart was sunbathing near the warriors’ den, the tortoiseshell’s beautiful pelt layered with cream patches. She was stretched next to Berrybird, the ginger tabby’s fur as bright as fire in the sunlight as the two she-cats lazily murmured to each other, occasionally exchanging soft laughs and playful whacks with each other’s tails.

Bringing her eyes back to the fallen tree, Whisperkit spotted a few old leaves that must have been dragged in by cats going in and out of camp. She padded over to them, using a paw to gently dust the sandy dirt off of them before she gathered them in her jaws. They crunched just a bit between her teeth; they weren’t fully crispy and dead, but they were getting there. Tail raised high with her successful find, she began trotting back over to the mossy boulder where Fishkit was waiting for her to treat his pretend sprain.

“You playing Medicine Cat again?” Pawsteps followed by a purr sounded behind Whisperkit, and she paused and peered behind her to see a glossy silver she-cat, greying face scrunched in a smile that showed her yellow teeth.

Whisperkit dropped the leaves, watching them swirl delicately to the ground.

“Hi, grandma!” She purred, weaving around the old she-cat and nuzzling her cheek as Minnowscale lowered her head to her. “Mhm! I’m playing with Fishkit. I’m gonna treat his sprained leg!”

“I’m sure you’ll do well.” Minnowscale rasped, nosing the kit’s ear softly. She seemed to hesitate, before she continued, voice as soft and gentle as feathers. “Your apprentice ceremony is soon, yes?”

“Mhm!” Whisperkit felt a thrill of fresh excitement go through her paws. “I think I’ve worn Rockleap out. I got so excited I knocked over his sorting pile of juniper berries yesterday.”

She eyed her grandmother as the she-cat sat next to her, gesturing with her tail for her to sit too. She slowly sat down, tail curling over her paws. She always felt a…tenseness around her grandmother. Always expected her sweet words to feel sharp when she didn’t expect it. She loved her very much, of course! Just…when it came to her future…

She looked away, not wanting to think about it. Maybe this conversation wasn’t going where she thought it was.

“I’m glad you’re excited.” Minnowscale paused, thinking, her next words slow and careful, like she was trying not to scare a fish with her shadow. “I love you, Whisperkit, and I just want you to know, even if StarClan doesn’t pick you to be a medicine cat…it will be okay. I know that’s what you really want, but…”

A hot zip of irritation went through Whisperkit’s spine as she jerked away from her grandmother, getting to her paws and scowling as she dug her claws against the stone underpaw, smoothed by countless pawsteps. Mood instantly soured, she felt the fur along her neck bristle. She knew it!

She could not stand when her grandmother did this. When any of the elders did this! When Wadefoot and Acornfall and Rainshade did this! When they doubted that StarClan would choose her to be apprenticed to Rockleap, when they tried to tell her in sweet voices that being a medicine cat was wonderful, but so was being a warrior. How she shouldn’t get her hopes up, how she should be prepared just in case…it hurt her feelings! It was like they didn’t believe in her!

She had been interested in herbs since she was four moons old! When she was brought back to CascadeClan, she would go to Rockleap’s den and watch him. She would ask him about all of his herbs, she would pester him to tell her what each one did. She wasn’t even an apprentice yet, and she knew how to treat lots of injuries and sicknesses. Sure, she didn’t know them all, but she knew a lot more than most of her Clan! Why wouldn’t StarClan choose her? She was perfect for it!

The comments got more and more frequent, especially now that her apprentice ceremony was any day now. Why did her Clanmates want to hurt her like that? Couldn’t they see how every time they said something like that, her whole day was ruined? It felt like they took every chance to bring it up!

“Whisperkit,” Minnowscale murmured, amber eyes dark pools of sympathy. “I’m just trying to…prepare you. It’s never a guarantee what you’ll be; I don’t want you to be crushed, sweetheart. You’re so excited, playing all these games…”

“Thanks, grandma.” Whisperkit hissed, pawing the dried leaves she had collected closer, careful to sheathe her claws so she didn’t shred them. “You know, I bet Stormpaw and Waterpaw didn’t hear all this when they were kits.”

“They weren’t hoping for anything specific,” Minnowscale stood and tried to lay her tail over Whisperkit’s back, but she shot her a glare and the elder drew her tail away. “I’m just looking out for you. Please don’t be so sour, little minnow…”

Sweetheart. Little minnow.

She was being so condescending!

“Maybe they weren’t!” She snapped, ears flat against her head. She was aware now of burning gazes on her pelt, as her relaxing Clanmates heard the commotion. She tried her best to ignore them, baring her teeth at her grandma, who just looked…sad. “But, look at them! Stormpaw’s great in the forest, he’s a perfect hill dweller! And Waterpaw’s a great swimmer and always comes back with a fish! She’s a perfect water dweller! And I’m good with herbs! I’m a perfect medicine cat!”

Lashing her tail, Whisperkit hurriedly picked up the dried leaves, careful not to clench her teeth and ruin them. She scurried back to the big boulder where Fishkit was waiting for her, eyes burning with unshed tears as she flew past her Clanmates who were staring at her enough to practically burn holes through her pelt.

Fishkit was completely knocked out, softly snoring in the shadows of the boulder where Whisperkit had left him. She let go of the leaves, letting them flutter down to the ground as she drooped, a heavy lump like a stone dropping in her gut. She had been having so much fun until her grandmother had ruined it…she curled her lip and snarled to herself, peering behind her to see Minnowscale had disappeared. The camp felt uncomfortably quiet; the murmurs of conversation and purrs of relaxation had stopped altogether.

Whisperkit hated the tension in the air. She hated that Minnowscale did that in the middle of camp, in front of every cat! She was so embarrassed and hurt but she forced herself not to cry as she shook Fishkit awake with a firm paw.

“Fishkit! Wake up!” She demanded just loud enough to make him groan softly and open his eyes. “I have your treatment!”

“Mm…right,” the silver tabby blinked to clear the sleep from his eyes, presenting his ‘sprained’ leg to her. “Do your thing.”

Whisperkit felt his soft leg again with a paw, before bending her head down to grab one of her pretend elder leaves. She began chewing it up, wincing at the bitter taste that pooled at the back of her throat. Luckily, since the leaf was dying, not much juice seemed to be left in it, making it a little less yucky to chew up into a pulp. Once she was satisfied with how much it was chewed up, she crouched and licked it onto Fishkit’s leg, the poultice sticking easily to his fur. She sat back up once she was finished, swiping her tongue across her teeth to try to dislodge the leaf bits that got stuck between them.

“Okay, now to keep it on…” Whisperkit grabbed another leaf from her small pile, swallowing against the lingering bitterness in her mouth. She bent down and used her tongue to press the leaf to the poultice, making it stick to secure the paste as best as she could. Usually, cobwebs or leaf wraps would be used for that sort of thing, but she didn’t have anything other than these little leaves with her at the moment.

Fishkit scrunched his nose as he looked at his leg. “That’s kind of gross.”

“It’s how you heal sprains!” Whisperkit used her tail to sweep away the last few leaves she hadn’t needed to use. “That’s what me and Rockleap will have to do if you actually sprain your leg.”

“Still gross,” Fishkit sat up, his treated leg sticking out at an angle. “Is the game over? Can I take this off now?”

“At least keep it on for a little while!” Whisperkit grumbled. “I had to find leaves and everything! It’s not easy being a medicine cat!”

“Okay.” Fishkit sighed, though he didn’t look at all devastated or bothered. “I’ll keep it on for a little bit.”

Whisperkit nodded approvingly. She smacked her jaws, still tasting the bitterness of the leaf juice. When she focused, she could hear now that the noise of the Clan had picked up again, and her shoulders she didn’t even know she had tensed relaxed. Now that she had played her game with Fishkit, she had nothing else to focus on but Minnowscale trying to have the ‘don’t get your hopes up’ talk. Her eyes began to burn again and she slumped, backing further into the shadows of the mossy boulder.

Fishkit was eyeing her now; she could see his curious look in the corner of her eye.

“What’s wrong?” The tom got to his paws, shuffling closer. He stuck his ‘treated’ leg out at an angle.

For a cat as lazy and sleepy and distant as Fishkit was…he was always there when Whisperkit needed someone. She sniffled and moved close enough to make their pelts brush. In the two moons since she had been in CascadeClan, Fishkit had comforted her through this exact thing countless times.

He already knows, Whisperkit thought miserably as she felt his tail brush against her back. No cat can keep their words to themselves!

“My frog-brained grandma!” Whisperkit finally spat out, sniffling again and fighting back the hot tears that threatened to well up and spill. “She was all sweet and interested in me playing Medicine Cat, but then she had to ruin it!”

Fishkit silently leaned against her.

“Rockleap thinks I’m going to be his apprentice! My mom and most of the Clan do too!” Whisperkit fiercely blinked away the tears starting to well up. “Why can’t she? And everyone else who doesn’t believe in me? This is my future! What I’m gonna do my whole life! They’re so mean! Don’t they trust StarClan to make the right choice?”

Fishkit was still silent, so Whisperkit sighed heavily, shoulders sagging.

“It’s okay,” Fishkit finally spoke, voice soft and low. “I think you’ll be a really good medicine cat. You fixed my leg really good.”

Whisperkit gave a wobbly smile. He wasn’t the best with emotional words, but it still made her feel a whole lot better, and meant a whole lot. “Thank you.”

She sat in the shadows with Fishkit for a while longer, until he settled, leg sticking out, and dozed off again. Whisperkit fell into a crouch, breathing slow as she watched her Clanmates leave and return from patrols and chat warmly with one another, her outburst and the tension forgotten. As her eyes were starting to droop, she spotted a familiar white pelt at the crevice in the rock wall that led into the camp and hurriedly got to her paws.

Mom!

Behind her mother was Fallstar, blue-grey tabby pelt sleek and well groomed. He passed his deputy and purred greetings to his relaxing Clanmates. Spraywhisker looked around, blue-tinted whiskers twitching, before her gaze settled on the mossy boulder. She squinted into the shadows, smiling as she spotted Whisperkit.

Whisperkit nearly slipped on the stone underpaw as she hurried to her mother, sending bits of sand spraying behind her. She purred fiercely as she threw herself against her mother’s soft chest, breathing in her scent of creek stones and ferns.

“Little minnow!” Spraywhisker purred warmly, touching her nose to Whisperkit’s head. “I’ve missed you all day!”

“Where were you?” Whisperkit peered up at her, eyes wide. “You and Fallstar were gone for so long!”

“We went to talk to Boundstar,” her mother used her tail to usher her along, guiding her to a quiet corner near the apprentice’s den. A little stream of water trickled from a hole in the rock, pooling into a dip in the stone. Whisperkit stepped over it and settled beside her mother as she sat. “He was kind enough to share prey with us.”

“Why did you need to go talk to him?” Whisperkit asked, puzzled. Boundstar was the leader of DeerClan if she remembered right; they shared a border with CascadeClan. She couldn’t imagine what they needed with DeerClan.

“A hunting patrol saw a sick squirrel in the woods acting strange yesterday,” Spraywhisker leaned over, using her tongue to smooth the fur between Whisperkit’s ears. She squeaked lightly in protest. “We wanted to warn DeerClan. Sick prey isn’t safe to eat. We wanted to warn them to be safe with what they catch in their forest. We got caught up chatting and sharing prey and stayed longer.”

“Oh.” Whisperkit shuffled closer, pressing into her mother’s warm side. She was a really good deputy. It was great she and Fallstar were looking out for their neighbors.

Spraywhisker eyed her for a moment. “Is something the matter, little minnow?”

That obvious? Whisperkit nodded, shuffling her paws.

“What is it?” Her mother frowned, face darkening with worry.

“I was playing Medicine Cat with Fishkit and grandma said something again,” Whisperkit murmured, ears flattening at the memory. “It hurt my feelings.”

Spraywhisker exhaled sharply, and when Whisperkit peered up she could see a glare on her face as she stared at the shadowy elders’ den across camp. A soft growl rumbled in her throat, and she leaned down to nuzzle Whisperkit’s cheek.

“I’ll talk to her,” she sighed, bitterness heavily dripping from her tone. “My mother is persistent. But StarClan knows all, and I’m sure they know you’re the future medicine cat of our Clan.”

Whisperkit felt warmth bloom in her chest at her mother’s confidence, and she happily touched her nose to her mother’s. “Thank you, mom.”

Spraywhisker’s angry expression softened. Her eyes brightened after a moment, and her tail started to eagerly thump the ground, stirring up sand. Whisperkit tilted her head curiously.

“Almost forgot! I have a surprise for you!” Spraywhisker purred with delight, whiskers twitching.

A thrill went through Whisperkit’s paws. “A surprise?”

“Yes! A little fish told me…” she leaned close, a grin spreading across her face. “Agaria and her kits are coming for your ceremony!”

Whisperkit gasped, a squeal tearing itself from her throat.

Agaria! Rain! Star! They’re coming?!

She didn’t think they could make it! It was such a long trek from their territory to CascadeClan! Were they really going to walk that far just to see her ceremony?! Joy fluttered in her belly like butterflies, and she jumped to her paws, spinning in circles and squealing, not even bothered when her paw slipped into the little pool of water next to her.

Spraywhisker watched her spin with fondness, laughing softly as she stuck out a paw to get her to stumble to a halt. She felt dizzy as she blinked up at her mother, giddy and warm and full of what felt like bubbles. She had thought her day was ruined, but now it was so much better than it was before Minnowscale had said anything! This was great news! The best news!

“Agaria sent a good friend ahead to tell the dawn patrol this morning. They’ll be here in two sunrises; just in time for your ceremony.”

“I’m so excited!” Whisperkit gasped, feeling like she could explode with her excitement. “I can’t believe it!”

Her ceremony was so soon! And she’d get to see Agaria and her kits again! She hadn’t seen them since she was brought back to CascadeClan!

“Maybe I should have waited to tell you,” Spraywhisker shook her head, laughing fondly. “You’ll be impossible to get to sleep tonight.”

“Mhm!” Whisperkit giggled, knowing it was true.

She couldn’t wait. Not even Minnowscale’s doubt in her could damper her excitement now.

[wills-woodland-warriors]

Fools puddles | short story part one

The water slipped above his head, the mud choking him and dragging his fur down. 

He struggled to stay afloat, and desperately yowled for help before diving back into the suffocating mud. 

FleaThistle couldn’t lose his child. 

His claws searched wildly for anything in the water, scraping against rocks and tearing at the nails. 

He felt something, finally, and sank his claws into the soft flesh. He pulled up, grasping the kit in his mouth as he struggled out of the water, every step a gamble on wether the mud would drag him back into the cold embrace. 

FleaThistle swayed on his paws, the limp kit grasped in his mouth, and his head grew dizzy. No, no, he couldn’t pass out before he helped the kit.. 

He couldn’t. 

Pain flashed through his shoulder. 

___________

Who do you think the kit was? 

(@residents-of-the-darkforest @liberhoe @ambitiousauthor

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

PoppyKit: I’m upset because you’re a mother fucker FishKit, torturing his sister with bad puns: jokes on you, I’m gay! I’d be a fatherfucker! FungiChomp: POPPYKIT, FISHKIT, YOU’RE GROUNDED FishKit: but I’m ALWAYS on the ground! Im not a bird! - @wills-woodland-warriors

good on Fungichomp for trying to punish them instead of bursting into laughter, because if I heard a child say 'I'd be a fatherfucker!' I would be rolling on the floor

[misakomimoko]

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