#Flutterkit

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Have an art dump of all the art I have of my Warrior cats OC in an Artrpg I'm in

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Applekit and Flutterkit.

[letyachan]

258.Flutterfoot

Son of Oatclaw and Featherpelt

"I must be imagining things. Let's go."

[boogbear50]

Splitscorch

my evil kitty who’s joining a force of rogues who are aiming to take down the clans in the valley! She has a complicated backstory, which I’ll explain under the cut!

Splitscorch started out as Sunray was born to two loners alongside two other siblings, but her parents were torn between wanting to raise them as loners or bring them to the clan. Her father snuck her and her siblings away one night and brought them to the nearby clan - GorgeClan. He fabricated a story of their mother dying and needed a queen to nurse them.

She along with her siblings and father were allowed in. Her father has his name changed to Snowtail after training for a few moons to learn the way of a warrior, hers to Splitkit, and brother to Whitekit, and her sister to Flutterkit.

She was apprenticed to a xenophobe named Lichenhaze, who made it very clear that she’d never belong. With this, as well as watching the rest of her family assimilate into GorgeClan, she tried to win the favor of her new clanmates by filling the prey pile on her own. However her tail was caught in a fox trap, and it took a while for any cat to find her. It happened to be Whitepaw and his mentor, and it was obvious that Whitepaw was avoiding looking at her.

She had her tail docked to prevent infection, but none of her family came to see her during her stay. Once she was back to regular life, she was shunned by her family. They avoided all interactions, moved to the other side of the apprentices’ den, planned outings without her. When she became a warrior, her littermates celebrated without her.

In the coming moons, Flutterjaw and Whitejump tried to make amends with her, trying to rekindle their relationship. Yet she didn’t reciprocate their attempts. She belittled their accomplishments and recited all the hateful things Lichenhaze had said to her back to them. She let her frustration get the better of her when she lashed out at Whitejump while on a duo patrol, angered by his confrontation about her sour mood.

Lost in her rage, she killed him. However the confrontation was a plan not made alone. Flutterjaw and Snowtail had been watching from the vegetation, and when she murdered Whitejump, they swept in and launched their own attack. Splitscorch managed to escape with her life, severely wounding Flutterjaw - something that would later kill her. She spent moons as a loner before we arrive at her current state as a lackey for Fangleap [played by amother user] and his gang.

[blizzardstarx]

Blizzardstar’s Storm- Chapter 5

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Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings for nightmares, PTSD, graphic depictions of violence, blood, animal death, and decapitation

A/N: :)

Two moons passed without any news of the attacker. Blizzardkit was getting antsy with every day passing, trying to reassure himself with thoughts of Lightningstar and Whitefur will protect us, we’ll be fine, and maybe they forgot and won’t do anything. Although, he admitted to himself that the last one was ridiculous. But in no time, came the day of their apprenticeship, as told to them a day earlier by their parents.

His brother had woken up early today—something that he never did—because of the special occasion. He had shaken them awake, nudging and prodding them until Blizzardkit and his sister roused from their sleep. It was almost sunrise, and the sky was a beautiful mixture of purples, reds, and pinks as the great ball of light began to peek up from the horizon. The dawn patrol left through the camp entrance, and silence was upon the Clan as his Clanmates slept.

Blizzardkit groaned as he felt his brother’s paw, blinking, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. I should really ask Leafpelt for poppy seeds. He hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Ever since the attack, he had had recurring nightmares that haunted him, and the lack of sleep was catching up to him. Blizzardkit remembered how Mousetail took poppy seeds as well to help and wondered if the medicine cat would do the same for him. He sighed, feeling his mother’s belly fur pressed against him, slowly rising and falling with every breath she took. Blizzardkit leaned into her warmth, not wanting to get up.

“Come on, wake up!” His brother exclaimed. “Today’s the day!”

He was quickly hushed by Splashkit, who glanced over to the brown and white queen sleeping at the other end of the den.

“You know that Lightningstar isn’t going to call a meeting this early,” Splashkit grumbled, shooting Spiderkit a tired glare. “Also Whitefur, Fawnleap, Flutterkit, and Mistlekit are sleeping. Don’t wake them up.”

Spiderkit’s tail drooped dejectedly as she reminded him of that, his ears flattening. “Oops, I forgot.”

 “Go back to sleep, Spiderkit,” Blizzardkit murmured drowsily, already tucking his head down into his paws, and closing his eyes. He felt his brother lay down next to him, sighing, and he felt his mind drift off to sleep.

Sleep quickly enveloped him in its embrace, wrapping around him tight and not letting go. But he found no peace in it, finding himself back in that moment two moons ago again, trapped under someone’s paw, feeling their sharp claws dig into his face. He kicked and thrashed, gasping desperately for air, thrusting his legs upwards and battering at the assailant’s leg, but it was futile. Wake up. No matter what he did, they wouldn’t let go, panic coursing through his veins as he struggled for air, feeling his lungs about to burst. Wake up!

Relief flooded him as he felt the shackles of sleep release their hold on him. Blizzardkit’s head snapped up, his eyes flying wide open as he awakened in the nursery again. The fur on his back stood on end, bristling and quaking with fear. His littermates slept beside him, but his mother’s warmth was gone. Even though the nightmare had only felt like a few moments, sunlight streamed through the bramble bush, showing that it was nearly sunhigh. He shook out his pelt and tried to calm his ragged breathing, taking in a shuddering breath, but it was in vain. 

“Hey, are you okay Blizzardkit?” A soft murmur snapped him out of his trance, and he glanced up to see Fawnleap near him, staring down with concern in her green eyes. 

He turned slightly, seeing the brown and white queen, as well as the blue and green eyes of her kits staring curiously at him from behind her. Blizzardkit nodded, feeling a hot rush of embarrassment flow through his pelt.

You’re almost an apprentice, and you’re still acting like this, he chided himself, pressing his ears flat against his skull. He pushed his feelings aside, focusing on the fact that they were going to become apprentices. He didn’t want to sour the mood, but it still nagged at him at the back of his mind, like an itch he couldn't reach.

“You were crying out in your sleep.” Fawnleap’s gentle voice brought some comfort to him, but not enough to dispel his turmoil.

“Were you having another nightmare?” Flutterkit squeaked. Fawnleap gently hushed her, waving her and Mistlekit away with a flick of her ears, before continuing.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You can always talk to me about it. Pushing away your emotions just makes it worse.”

Blizzardkit just shook his head, nuzzling up to her and feeling her fur brush against him. “I’m fine, I promise.”

The queen sighed, not pushing the issue further, saying quietly, “Sometimes I’m worried about you, Blizzardkit.”

Fawnleap affectionately touched her nose to his before padding away, going back over to her kits, but not before casting him a sad, troubled gaze. Blizzardkit couldn’t meet her eyes, feeling guilt eat at him for lying to her, turning away. He felt her gaze burning into the back of his head, feeling his pelt prickle. I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me. 

His mother’s white fur came into sight as she appeared at the entrance of the den, glancing inside. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her kits, padding over to them.

“Well, at least you’re awake,” Whitefur meowed, smiling at Blizzardkit for a moment before turning to his littermates, and nudging them with her nose. “Come on, wake up, Splashkit and Spiderkit.”

His littermates began to stir, their eyes slowly opening. Splashkit slowly raised her head, yawning and stretching, while Spiderkit seemed to remember what was so special about this day, his eyes flying wide with excitement, jumping to his paws.

“Are we becoming apprentices now? Are we? Are we?” He asked, practically bouncing on his paws. Their sister got up, shaking off the last bits of sleep, her eyes lighting up as well.

“Not yet, but the ceremony is nearly ready,” Whitefur says, amusement shining in her blue eyes.

“Aww,” Spiderkit mewed, seeming to settle down a little at her words.

“Although, I wouldn’t let it start with you looking like that,” she teased, seeing his unkempt fur and licking him fiercely until it lay smooth and flat. “You too, Splashkit and Blizzardkit.”

Blizzardkit groaned uncomfortably as she covered their pelts with licks, making them look presentable. Splashkit’s fur caught in the sunlight, shining like snow once Whitefur finished grooming her.

“Stay here, alright? While I go get Lightningstar,” she murmured, and they nodded. Blizzardkit watched her go, shifting on his paws anxiously, knowing they were going to be apprenticed soon.

“Are you guys excited?” Spiderkit asked his littermates, his tail swishing behind him.

“I wonder who Lightningstar will choose to be our mentors,” Splashkit mewed, nodding.

“I’m scared,” Blizzardkit admitted, frowning, feeling a sense of foreboding. 

“What for? We’ll finally be allowed to go outside of camp and be able to hunt and fight!” Spiderkit exclaimed.

Blizzardkit just shook his head, feeling his stomach ache with apprehension. After a few heartbeats of silence, it was broken by his sister’s mew.

“Looks like they’re starting,” Splashkit says, tilting her head toward the clearing. Whitefur was padding alongside Lightningstar, before parting ways with him, heading towards the nursery.

“Come on,” she says, nuzzling the three with pride shining in her eyes, before flicking her tail to signal them to follow. They bounded after her, as Lightningstar neared Skyrock.

“Let all cats old enough to catch prey gather here beneath Skyrock for a Clan meeting!” Lightningstar’s mew rang out across the clearing as he leaped up onto the jagged boulder, the gray tabby’s tail and head held high, carrying an air of dignity. 

Whitefur ushered her kits over, sitting near the base of the rock, glancing up at her mate with happiness. His Clanmates around him maneuvered over, gathering in a semicircle beneath Skyrock, whispering to each other. He saw Leafpelt and Bluepaw emerge out of the medicine den, padding closer. To his left were Cinderclaw and Wolfclaw, the two brothers striding over easily with their hefty builds, sitting next to Houndstrike and Harepounce. Near the Clan entrance were Goldenstripe, Acornleaf, and Shimmertail, emerging from the gorse tunnel, returning from their patrol. The small, black and white she-cat, Magpieflight, sat side by side with Blossombreeze, gazing lazily up at Lightningstar. Blizzardkit saw Thrushwing convincing Mousetail to join him outside of the den, and the brown elder noticed him staring, giving the kit a smile. Fawnleap and her kits also emerged from the nursery, watching the meeting from a distance. 

Lightningstar flicked his tail, calling for silence, and most of the StormClan cats obeyed. Blizzardkit noticed some of the warriors discreetly discussing matters, despite their leader’s wishes. He felt a pang of annoyance at the blatant disrespect, but pushed it away, focusing on the excitement of becoming an apprentice.

His father didn’t pay any mind to the warriors, but his more outspoken mate was not afraid to show her disapproval, shooting them a glare. They quietly died down, and Lightningstar cleared his throat, beginning. “Cats of StormClan, as you all know, my kits have now reached the age of six moons old, and are ready to be apprenticed. This Clan grows stronger each day and will recover from the terrible aftermath of the Great Famine. And with leaf-fall coming, it’ll be great having a few extra paws to catch prey.”

Cheers erupted from the StormClan warriors, and slowly died down as Lightningstar raised his tail.

“Blizzardkit, step forward,” he says. The gray and white tabby kit did so, feeling his stomach churn in nervousness and anticipation.

“From this day on, you shall be known as Blizzardpaw, and your mentor is Acornleaf.” Blizzardpaw saw the orange and white tabby walking over to him, and he blinked joyfully at her, glad that Lightningstar chose her to be his mentor. 

Lightningstar continued. “Acornleaf, I know you will pass down your courage and wisdom to Blizzardpaw and will teach him well.” The she-cat dipped her head at his praise, then turned back to Blizzardpaw. He strained to touch his nose to hers, before drawing back.

“Blizzardpaw! Blizzardpaw!” The Clan acclaimed, and Blizzardpaw felt his pelt prickle with pride as he saw his family yowling the loudest. He stood beside his mentor, turning back to her as she spoke.

“I can’t wait to teach you everything,” she purred warmly, grinning.

“I can’t wait to learn how to hunt and fight,” Blizzardpaw answered back enthusiastically, excitement ringing in his tone as he stared up at his mentor’s green eyes.

“Well, you’d also have to tend to the elders and gather moss for nests,” Acornleaf chuckled, reminding him of the other duties of an apprentice. “There’s more to a warrior than hunting and fighting.”

Lightningstar then beckoned his daughter to the foot of the rock. “Splashkit, from this moment on you will be known as Splashpaw. Your mentor will be Goldenstripe. Goldenstripe, you have shown great loyalty and determination to your Clan, and I trust that you will pass those traits on to Splashpaw.”

“Splashpaw! Splashpaw!” Blizzardpaw yowled, throwing his head back to the sky, and straining his voice. He saw her padding over, taking the spot next to him, her white and silver fur rippling with honor.

“Last but not least, Spiderkit. From now on, you will be known as Spiderpaw. Ravenflight, you will be his mentor, and I hope that you will pass on to him your intelligence and wits.”

“Spiderpaw! Spiderpaw!” StormClan acclaimed the three new apprentices, filling the clearing with congratulatory yowls. Blizzardpaw felt as if his heart was bursting out of his chest, glee glimmering in his eyes as he turned to his littermates, who sat with their mentors next to him.

“That wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?” Spiderpaw whispered quietly to Blizzardpaw, nudging him with his shoulder.

“Better than I thought,” he answered back, grinning. His jitters were long gone, chased off by his Clanmates’ roars.

“Meeting dismiss—” Lightningstar’s voice was quickly cut off as the lean, long-legged black tom named Houndstrike leaped up onto the rock, lunging towards him. His claws were unsheathed, and the lean tom let out a blood-curdling yowl. Whitefur stared in shock, before regaining her composure, growling, rushing to defend her mate. He watched in horror as Wolfclaw leaped onto his mother, stopping her in her tracks. Suddenly, he felt an unpleasant scent—one quite like that fateful day two moons ago—wash over his tongue as cats he didn’t recognize burst through the Clan entrance.

“Rogues!” Acornleaf yowled, the fur on her back standing on end as she drew her lips back into a snarl, hissing at the intruders. Blizzardpaw froze, his gaze locked onto the battle happening above him, horror in his eyes as he pleaded for Lightningstar to win, to fight Houndstrike off. 

He has plenty of lives, right? He’ll survive. He’ll win. Blizzardpaw tried to reassure himself, but distress prickled at his paws, staring anxiously up at them. The two toms exchanged blows. Houndstrike slashed Lightningstar’s muzzle, and Lightningstar bit his front leg, before being shaken off by the black tom. They were getting dangerously close to the edge of the rock, and Lightningstar battered Houndstrike away.

“Traitor! Why are you doing this?” He snarled, glaring at him.

“This is what you deserve,” the tom spat, snapping his teeth at Lightningstar, but the gray tabby jerked his muzzle away. “For all the cats you killed, that you let starve!”

Lightningstar looked bewildered, his eyes wide as he stared at Houndstrike’s hate-filled eyes that burned with anger. The black tom lunged at him, muscles rippling beneath his fur, pinning him down. He slammed his paws down into Lightningstar’s head, into the cold, hard surface of the rock, and Lightningstar hissed in pain, unable to move. Houndstrike turned to the gathering of cats beneath him, raising his head high as he showed the StormClan cats their leader, now weak and powerless under his paws.

“StormClan, to me! Lightningstar is unfit to be leader, letting SunClan and StoneClan trample over us and steal our prey! I will lead you to greatness and we will rule this forest once more, without worry of another famine again, and without the other Clans. StormClan was the first, and shall be the last!”

Chaos ensued as his Clanmates around him turned on each other, hearing Houndstrike’s words. He saw Cinderclaw joining his brother on the assault against Whitefur, and the white she-cat stood her ground, hissing, rearing up on her hind legs and slashing Wolfclaw’s shoulder. Magpieflight was tussling with Eagleflight, nicking his ear and tearing out a chunk of his fur. Blossombreeze lunged at Shimmertail, and his mentor rushed to help her friend, growling. Fawnleap, Mistlekit, and Flutterkit were cowering in the nursery, with Fawnleap protecting her kits. She put herself bravely in front of them, hissing at a rogue that came too close. More rogues swarmed the StormClan warriors, and Blizzardpaw found himself separated from his littermates. He swung his head around desperately, trying to find them and bolting away from the battle occurring in front of him. 

Blood stained the dirt beneath him, painting the ground a haunting shade of crimson. Desperate screeches of pain and anger sounded out from the camp as the StormClan warriors fought, and Blizzardpaw felt his eyes become misty, obscuring his vision, watching it unfold all around him. Realization dawned on him as he realized this was what that cat—whom he realized was probably Houndstrike—had planned all along. Suddenly, the guilt that lay dormant in the back of his mind awakened, perching on his shoulders like a hawk, weighing and dragging him down. Every pawstep he took made the world spin around him, and he felt his stomach churn. If he had remembered who the cat was, if he had just recognized them, none of this would’ve happened. It’s my fault. None of this would’ve happened if not for me.

Blizzardpaw took in a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions that was awakening within him. He squinted his eyes, whirling his head around, focusing on finding his mentor and littermates. He spotted the orange and white tabby fur of his mentor, and she was too preoccupied with a rogue and Blossombreeze. Blood trickled down her ear as she fought them off alongside Shimmertail, slashing the rogue’s flank. Blizzardpaw knew the warrior could probably hold her ground, so he diverted his attention to his littermates.

“Spiderpaw, Splashpaw!” He yowled, swinging his head around wildly, praying that they weren’t dead. Please, StarClan. Where are they?

He felt the wind get knocked out of him as a rogue leaped onto his body, digging their claws into his shoulder, and then his stomach. They bore their teeth at him, snarling, and he felt their rank, putrid breath flood his nose, smelling of crowfood. The rogue darted forward, attempting to bite his neck. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, blood rushing in his ears, fueling him to lash out with his hind leg. He kicked the rogue in the stomach and heard a sharp cry of pain come from the attacker. Blizzardpaw took the chance to roll away, hissing, ears flattening.

Blizzardpaw scrambled to his paws, his heart pounding in his ears, cats yowling all around him, echoing throughout the camp clearing.

“No!” He heard his mother cry out as she struggled with the two gray toms, seeing horror reflected in her eyes as she let out a wail, clawing her way out but being dragged back by her tail by Wolfclaw.

Dread fell upon him as he glanced back up at Skyrock, following Whitefur’s gaze, seeing Houndstrike’s eerie yellow eyes glaring down at him, and his father missing. The tom looked triumphant, his tail held high, watching the fighting beneath his paws with an icy gaze. Blood was splattered on the rock, covering Houndstrike’s right paw and mouth, dripping down from his teeth and claws.

Where did he go? A wave of nausea washed over him, feeling sick to his stomach as he wandered around like a lost, newborn kit.

Suddenly, he saw an object roll towards him, stopping near his paws. The sickening scent of death bathed his tongue, almost making his body retch in protest. Glazed over, unliving eyes peered back at him as he recognized who it was, bile rising in his throat and his blood running cold.

Beneath his paws lay the severed head of his father.

A/N: happy birthday blizzardstar! heres the moment that traumatized you for the rest of your life! also dont question the physics of a cat decapitating another cat

oh and next chapter will be in two weeks as i have schoolwork to do

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Chapter 6

[cotton-clan]

welcome to the cult family!

here is crowshade, the single father of flutterkit and flurrykit. local legend has it that crowshade had been exiled from his former clan for having a close relationship with a kittypet. and so demoted from his role of medicine cat, he searched the nearby mountain scape for a suitable place to raise his children.

close to the sky, their connection to the heavens is closer than ever. the tom is often seen speaking with spirits, according to his sons. though when asked, crowshade cautiously tells them that it isn't starclan that he's communicating with, but instead something much stronger and more dangerous.

sure, he may be hearing disembodied voices and whispers of unimaginable power, but his kits always go first. right?

moons will be tagged as #ccmoons

asks will be tagged as #ccasks

misc will be tagged as #ccidk

so im a bit embarrassed about dropping the prev cottonclan. i had gotten a bit too [?] caught up in the whole trend of clangen blogs. i somehow still plan to integrate those characters in this story, maybe as ghosts. i feel bad about it but those prior comics werent in my actual style and i felxcvgkjhcxb nvblhv. i hope this comic can allow me personal freedom compared to the last one.

also, winnie and ollie ended up getting together? i wasnt too big of a fan of that but maybe this new ragtag group are there descendants.

anyways, i hope you can look forward to the story of the "new" cottonclan :]]]

[dappleclans]

First Patrol and First Moon

Deputy Yellownight and Clan leader Pikestar along with his apprentice Okapaw venture out on patrol.

After a while of walking they find themselves near Thunder Path, they are about to venture their but Yellownight finds something ahead, she investigates and sees a injured cat, a kitty pet.

“We should takes them with us back to the clan” Oakpaw insists “no, kitty pets are not to be trusted” Yellownight says looking down at the young apprentice.

“Maybe Oakpaw is right, we should bring them back, they are injured” Pikestar says with a convincing look to the deputy.

Yellownight sighs “fine we’ll take them back to be healed”.

The three help the kitty pat back to the clan and the medicine cat Giantheart, he heals them and the kitty pet decided to stay and is now newly named Partrideflood.

Soon a moon goes by and all the young cats are growing.

Flutterkit is now Flutterpaw and has started his apprenticeship and his mentor is Wetdusk.

Oakpaw has finally reached Warrior age and had his fully name, Oakthroat. They will be a great warrior.

Moon 1 -> Moon 2

Fern Clan Masterlist

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The final part in the prologue! Next update we get into the actual moon changes!

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we’ve just been getting more and more themed litters. While I admit there’s a good chance hat it’s just because of the Erin’s creativeness running dry regarding naming the new kittens, I like to think it’s just because cats keep thinking it’s cute and so themed litters is becoming more and more popular.

Yeah same.

Before the themed litters we were getting names like Flipkit, Thriftkit, Flutterkit, Snapkkt etc, cute but the well of names was definitely running dry I think lol

I think they just tried too hard to make them unique, and we ended up with a lot of more unconventional names all at once rather than more naturally spaced out

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Antpelt and Ashfoot die. I have a new plan for next round that I’m going to try, because this keeps happening to poor WindClan where they’re barely surviving by the end (which we’re getting close to!)

Applekit and Woodkit are born to Swallowstar.

Whistlekit, Songkit, and Flutterkit are born to Featherpelt.

[pikaclan]

Moon 526

Season: Leaf-bare

Ceremonies

Leapsummit sits in the crowd, chest puffed out in pride as they watch Rockpaw be named Rockshriek, and honored for their dignity. They consider themself lucky to have been able to train such an amazing young cat, and look forwad to seeing the warrior they become

Mintpaw sits up straighter as they're called forward to be made an apprentice. While they try to look calm and collected, they still tremble a bit as they touch noses with Seedthrift

Longpaw silently swears to StarClan to do their best for the Clan as they touch noses with Gravelmimic

Flutterkit runs up to the front of the crowd, eager to get their new name. When they're called Flutterpaw for the first time, Snipgorse and Blotchjay's voices can be heard the loudest. She is apprenticed under Raccoonrock

Misc

Pigeondart overheard Mulberrydust muttering in their sleep, claws slashing at the air. Their muttering confirms what Pigeondart always suspected - Mulberrydust was the one responsible for Kinkwillow's death. He reports to Cinderstar, who exiles them for the murder of kinkwillow and her other son, Poppyclaw (though unbeknownst to everyone, she is actually Poppyclaw's murderer)

Hollowminnow went messing for a few days

Gorsekit is scolded after sneaking out of camp

Health

The FlightClan medicine cat asks for elder leaves and we supply Ebonyeye's grief lessened Crowdawn's whitecough avated Cloudbeam got greencough Shiningfrost got whiteocugh Midgejumble's scrapes healed Rockpaw's grief lessens Popreed and Heronplume grieve Irisgleam but are not stricken Swampwhistle and Ebonyeye grieve Firehorn but are not stricken

Patrols

Pigeondart gets frostbite looking for herbs

[climbing-ivy-rp]

April Newsletter

2 moons have passed since the last newsletter. It is nearly leaf-fall.

Major Events

Three intruders named Mercury, Marbles, and Mud came in from the Outwilds to invade camp, looking for. They will be interrogated soon.

Rank Changes

Mousekit has completed aptitude training and become a Hunter apprentice.

Deaths

Lightningstrike was killed by a dog. Patchpaw went missing and is presumed dead.

Other Events

Palehen’s litter of Flutterkit, Splashkit, Ryekit, and Daisykit (Adoptable) will begin aptitude training on May 15th.