#Quailkit wc

[shallowbreeze]

Storkkit and Quailkit

Storkkit is a tortoiseshell cat with ginger patches

Quailkit is a pale gray-and-white cat

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[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 55

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He woke as the first rays of morning began filtering through the cracks in the Twoleg nest. Ravenspirit had left after waking Wrenfeather and Pigeonflight: They now sat stiffly in the wide entrance, watching as the Clan began to stir. Fireheart sat up, looking past them to see that the storm had passed in the night and left a clear sky behind. It was good that they wouldn’t have to travel through the rain, though the air held a chill that it hadn’t the day before.

Peppermask and Graystripe roused beside him. “Morning already?” Graystripe mumbled, sitting up with bleary yellow eyes. “I guess that means we’ll be leaving soon.”

“We could be home tonight.” Peppermask murmured beside him as she stood and stretched out. “Sleeping in our own nests for a change!” 

Fireheart perked up at the thought. It was true; even if the journey to Windclan’s camp took all day, they would still be able to travel through the night back home. It felt like they had been gone for almost a moon now, though he knew in his heart it had only been a few days. “Hopefully Quickflash won’t immediately put you two on the dawn patrol.” He teased, flicking the sleepy gray tom with his tail.

Graystripe moaned at the thought. “He better not! I’d like to sleep in for a change.” Still, he straightened up, slightly more awake now. “Do you think there’s any mice left over from last night?”  He wondered as he gazed around.

“I think you ate most of it yesterday!” The flame-colored warrior joked as he stood up. There was still a small pile, which Deadfoot was doling out to the rest of the Clan. “We should probably just share one. We ate plenty last night; we don’t need to eat much more.” 

“Speak for yourself.” The other tom grumbled. Still, he trotted over to gingerly take one from the pile. The Windclan deputy didn’t intervene as he brought it back over. It was rather small for three cats to share, but they didn’t complain as they dug in.

Fireheart sat up and cleaned his whiskers once he was finished, savoring every last morsel. They wouldn’t get to eat more until they returned home. He sat comfortably in the dried grass, watching as Windclan began to gather themselves. They looked better today, now that they had had time to rest and good food to eat, but they were still exhausted and worn out from the long journey and the hard season they had endured. The rest of the trek back to Windclan territory would still be arduous for them.

They began to congregate at the entrance of the Twoleg nest, Tallstar standing tall in the morning light. He looked strong, Fireheart noted with pleasure; as proud and regal as the other leaders had been. He was ready to face whatever challenges awaited Windclan today.

Finally, the sleek black and white tom turned to the three Thunderclanners. “It’s time for us to set off.” He told them, flicking his tail towards Windclan territory. “Fireheart, Graystripe, why don’t you two scout ahead? You seem somewhat familiar with this area.” He nodded towards the now barren fields that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

“Right away, Tallstar.” The ruddy Thunderclan tom mewed, beckoning his friend to follow him. They raced away, scenting at the air for any hidden dangers. The Twolegs were finally out, apparently surveying their territory, but they could be seen coming from far away, and with the two toms alternating reporting back Windclan avoided them easily.

By sunhigh, they had reached the dirt path that separated Barley and Ravenspirit’s farm from Windclan territory. The two Thunderclan warriors waited at the top of the slope, watching for any Monsters that dared to come by, but thankfully none dared approach as the Windclan procession made its way up the hill into the grasslands beyond.

The wind rustled through the tall grass, bringing with it the sweet scent of heather. Many of the Windclanners lifted their heads and took a deep breath, smiles creeping to their faces even as the wind buffeted against them. Their tails lifted, some intertwining with their mates and their kin.

With a flick of Tallstar’s tail, the Clan took off swiftly, their aches and pains soothed by the familiar territory. Even Crowskip, the elder, was moving faster, nearly as fast as Fireheart and Graystripe could run. They wordlessly fell back towards the end of the patrol where Peppermask was, grinning to each other. They had done what had seemed impossible; Windclan was home at last!

They followed a narrow rabbit trail through the sedge and grasses. Fireheart had no idea how they seemed to find these natural paths so easily and effortlessly, but he supposed that was the benefit of living on the moors for so long. The land rose and fell, almost imperceptibly, but all the cats took it in stride as they streamed across the moors towards their home.

At last, they paused at a rocky outcropping, tall and thin rocks stretching up towards the clouds around them. “Rabbitrocks.” Deadfoot murmured near him. “I never thought I’d see them again.” 

The ginger warrior took a closer look at them. The stones around them looked a bit like rabbit ears, he supposed; perhaps that was where they’d gotten their name.

From here, they had a clear vantage point over the moors, and he could see the gorse bushes that made up Windclan camp were not too far in the distance. All around him, the Windclanners’ eyes were sparkling as they recognized their home. Morningflower leaned down to her kits gathered around her and pointed it out with a paw, eliciting gasps of wonder.

Tallstar gestured for a group of warriors to approach. “Secure the camp. Make sure no unwanted intruders have moved in while we’ve been away.” They nodded and raced off, leaving the rest of the Clan to sit and catch their breath from the journey across the moors. Whitepaw and a few other apprentices giggled, launching into a rousing game of tag and bouncing around the rocks in excitement. 

He tore his gaze away from them as the leader approached, his golden eyes shining in joy. “My Clan is grateful for all you have done.” He spoke to all three of the Thunderclanners. “You have shown yourselves as warriors worthy of Starclan’s blessing, and Windclan will never forget what you have done for us.”

Fireheart dipped his head respectfully. “Of course, Tallstar. We are glad we were able to accompany you.”

He flicked a black ear in acknowledgement of the Thunderclan tom’s words. “Now that Windclan has come home, it is time for you to return to yours. Deadfoot and Thrushwing will escort you to Fourtrees.” He gestured for the deputy and a tawny and gray warrior to step forward.

The ginger warrior glanced hesitantly towards his companions. Surely they didn’t need a warrior escort when they were just returning home?

Peppermask stepped forward with a graceful dip of her head. “Thank you, Tallstar. We are grateful for the aid navigating your territory.” The other two toms quickly murmured assent to her words.

“Think nothing of it.” The black and white tom mewed with a purr. “All three of you have served Windclan well. Tell Bluestar that Windclan will not forget it was Thunderclan who brought them home.”

Deadfoot began padding towards Fourtrees as soon as they said their goodbyes, waving his tail for them to follow. He led them through a worn path in the sedge bushes, walking carefully but purposefully. Fireheart hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the deputy walk until now, but he was surprised to see that despite his twisted leg the tom moved just as swiftly and smoothly as the rest of his Clan. 

“I hope Pebblestrike and Cloudjump can see us now.” The molly mewed from behind the three Thunderclanners as they walked. He glanced behind him to see her gaze wistfully looking up to the sky. There were no stars yet, as the sun was still blazing brightly in the sky, but that didn’t seem to bother her. “They didn’t sacrifice their lives for nothing.”

The deputy tilted his head slightly, a small frown on his face. “Yes.” Deadfoot agreed, not elaborating further as he turned his attention back to where they were going.

Fireheart could sense the tension in the air as they walked, his fur prickling despite himself. Still, he didn’t see any reason to interrupt or mediate; this wasn’t his Clan or his argument to intervene in.

They walked silently, their pace slower than the race to Rabbitrocks but swift all the same. The ruddy tom appreciated it; though he didn’t complain, his muscles fiercely protested having to move at all. He couldn’t wait to sink into his nice, soft nest next to Graystripe, and sleep until the sun rose the next morning.

The sun lowered further and further behind them, until it was nearly touching the horizon. He was just beginning to wonder if they would reach Fourtrees before sunset when he saw the branches of the towering oaks in the sky in front of them. Deadfoot’s pace quickened slightly, evidently eager to get rid of his charges. 

At last they reached the slope up to the hollow, and the black tom turned to face them. “I trust you can find your way home from here?” He mewed, his nose wrinkling against the Shadowclan scent that still lingered in the air.

All three of them nodded quickly in assent. “Good.” The deputy mewed, turning to the other Windclanner. “Let us mark the Shadowclan border on our way home. Regardless of who leads now, they must know that they are no longer welcome on our moors.” 

The Thunderclanners waved their tails in farewell as they trudged up the slope, turning for a moment to watch the two Windclanners leave. “It’s finally over.” Peppermask mewed softly as she looked on. “For all his bluster, Brokentail failed.”

Fireheart nodded. “Quite miserably, too.” He added with a small grin to Graystripe. “‘Don’t waste my time, apprentice!’” He growled in an admittedly poor imitation of the former Shadowclan leader, the other tom chuffing in amusement.

“Come on, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can sleep!” Graystripe mewed, bounding across the slope of Fourtrees with renewed energy. Fireheart and Peppermask followed quickly, the thought of sinking into their mossy nest filling them with new vigor. They might even return before moonhigh, at this rate!

It took no time for them to cross the grassy clearing and up the slope to Riverclan territory. The water sparkled orange in the setting sun, but the depths beneath the surface were a deep crimson red. The fur along his spine prickled uncomfortably at the sight, too much like the blood that had been spilled in Windclan’s camp. Still, he tried not to let it get to him as he chased Graystripe down the slope to the large fallen tree that joined each bank of the river.

“Hurry up, slowpoke!” He yowled as the gray warrior hopped up and began crossing. “Do you want to get home or not?”

“Why don’t you hurry up, then?” The other tom teased as he began walking across. “Seems to me you’re the one slowing us down!”

“Why, you!” Fireheart growled, jumping up on the tree to follow the tom. He ignored the water below him as he hurried towards Graystripe, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ll show you slow-”

A sudden gust of wind rushed past them, stealing away his words and throwing him off balance. He instinctively flexed out his claws, but before they could find purchase in the wood, he felt the tree shift below both of them. Before he could even cry out, the log rolled over, sending both warriors plunging into the depths below.

[bonefall]

Bonefall's Forgotten Warriors

If you've ever set out to make a WC fan project, you've surely heard of Su Susann's Missing Kits. It was a series of authorial statements giving names to previously unnamed cats, and adding interesting little stories to many of them.

But there's also a TON of "Forgotten Warriors" that were created through timeline inconsistencies, offhanded authorial statements, or single throwaway lines in super editions. By their nature, finding these cats on the wiki is a pain in the butt. In this post I hope to compile these cats as a resource for the fandom.

So first, let's define a Forgotten Warrior.

A Forgotten Warrior does not have a big presence. Primrosepaw was first named as a Missing Kit with no mention of her name on the page or in the allegiances. Over time, she has appeared in several books and is now a widely known name in the fandom. But Blossomkit, whose only appearance is in Su Susann's Missing Kits and the worst field guide, will count as a Forgotten Warrior.

A Forgotten Warrior is not just a nondescript Clan cat. For example, if a "ThunderClan warrior" speaks up at a gathering and their name and description is not mentioned, that could be anyone. Same applies to a description that could easily describe an existing character in a Clan-- if a "White ShadowClan Warrior" appears in a modern arc, that may just be Stonewing, BUT, the "Tabby Queen with Distinct Black Markings" of TPB doesn't match any other, so she is a Forgotten Warrior.

A minor appearance inconsistency is not a Forgotten Warrior. Just to pre-empt wiseassery. Blue-eyed Dovewing and Green-eyed Dovewing are not two separate cats-- but I will note down MASSIVE appearance changes in background characters, like the magic color AND gender-changing Stoatfur (just add water!)

(also, I will not be compiling all of the random kittypets, rogues, and loners because there is too many of them. I could, however, be persuaded to compile all cats of a specific group, like The Kin, Sisters, BloodClan, etc.)

This post is an updating list as I find and catalogue more cats. Last update: 8/21/23, version 1.1 Added new category: Sudden Elders

Key: X = No gender F = Female M = Male

Su Susann's Missing Kits (WIP; will update with full descriptions later)

Cranberrypaw

Thistlepaw

Drizzlepaw

Rustlepaw

Elderkit

Tulipkit

Lynxkit

Cherrypaw

Chestnutkit

Cricketkit

Duckkit

Dragonflykit

Rubblekit

Turtlekit

Quietkit

Lavenderkit

Waterkit

Oatkit

Carpkit

Morningkit F Dead child of Graypool. Gray-cream with a white dash.

Splashkit M Dead child of Graypool, gray with lighter flecks.

Swankit F Silver-and-black child of Graypool who lives just long enough to see her take Mistykit and Stonekit as fosters, and then dies.

Splashpaw F RiverClan apprentice of the RiverClan Swallowtail, appears in the allegiances of Dawn, said to have drowned in human nets while fishing with Stonestream.

Storkkit

Quailkit

Eaglekit

Hillkit

Downkit

Swampkit

Blossomkit

Spirit Cats

Skunkpaw M From Goosefeather's Curse, an ancient ThunderClan apprentice who helps him cheat at Hide and Seek. Has a white stripe that parts his face and heterochromia (right blue eye and left green eye)

Fenneldust F A Dark Forest cat killed by Thistleclaw in Spottedleaf's Heart. Light brown tabby from ThunderClan

Batear M Spottedleaf's Heart. Black and white with a disfigured half-face. From ShadowClan

Palefoot M Gray tabby in Night Whispers who speaks to Flametail.

Lightningpaw M Gives Crookedstar a life, from RiverClan

Lilyflower F Gives Crookedstar a life, from RiverClan

Shiningheart, Brightspirit, Braveheart FFM Cats modeled after a real family of WC fans who died in a natural disaster, appearing in Long Shadows

Mallowfur F Spirit who greets Featherwhisker on his first trip to the moonstone.

Major Inconsistencies and Replacements

Cypresspaw F Brown and white; appears in Thunder and Shadow and is replaced by four Lakeheart kits.

Wavepaw F Silver and white; appears in Thunder and Shadow and is replaced by four Lakeheart kits.

Stoatfur X First appearing as a ginger tom, they become a tortie-and-white molly between books.

Ivytail F Originally solid brown in The Sight, suddenly becomes a black, white, and tortie queen in Night Whispers. Is in the nursery for a while, but the kittens are never born and she retires after the Great Battle.

Happykit M A fan name for a kitten killed in the Great Battle which the author approved of. Changed to "Weaselkit" by the family tree.

Silverpaw X Appears in the allegiances of Fire and Ice and Forest of Secrets and then vanishes.

Greenflower F Supposed to be the foster mother for Feathertail and Stormfur, forgotten between books and replaced by Mosspelt.

Gorsetail M A pale tom warrior who is trapped by humans during the destruction of the Forest, suddenly replaced by ANOTHER Gorsetail who is a silver-and-white molly in the Po3 arc

Unnamed Background Cats

Distinct Tabby Queen From Into the Wild, greets Goldenflower as she leaves the nursery. ThunderClan.

Tortie Molly From Fire and Ice, seems to be a friend of Morningflower. From WindClan.

Gray Tom From Fire and Ice, another exiled warrior of WindClan who alerts the Clan to Fireheart's presence.

Tabby Tom From Fire and Ice, another exiled warrior of WindClan. Carries Morningflower's kitten; May be Onewhisker.

Silver Tabby with Black Thorn Claws M ShadowClan warrior fighting against ThunderClan and the Rebels. Could be a mistaken description of Boulder, who is solid silver, or Wolfstep, who is solid gray.

Field Guide Exclusives

Smokepaw X From Secrets of the Clans. May be a consistency error, given that the authors forgot that Smokepaw TNP fell off a cliff and they could be Smokefoot. Close with Tawnypelt, likes to climb trees and watch boats.

Pikepaw M Large, dark gray. The only serious apprentice in his training session of BOTC while the siblings squabble. RiverClan.

Duckpaw F Mean to Rushpaw while training. Sister of Tangle and Rush. RiverClan.

Tanglepaw M Large, big-pawed, long-furred. Mean to Rushpaw. Brother of Rush and Duck. RiverClan.

Rushpaw F Short legged, tiny, and pathetic. Awful at swimming. Girlfail. Sister of Duck and Tangle. RiverClan.

Silverpaw X Sees Onestar and the POV kittypets on RiverClan territory, and brings them to Reedwhisker.

Adderkit M Lost spirit baby in Cats of the Clans from WindClan. Killed by an adder and named after it. Forced to listen to Rock say dumb shit about Nightcloud at the world's most uncomfortable sleepover.

Spiderfoot M Anxious, battle-averse ShadowClan warrior fresh out of Apprenticeship at the Eclipse Battle, tormented by RiverClan warriors while hiding in an abandoned building. Said to have left to become a kittypet

Rabbittail M WindClan ancestor of Webfoot who was caught in a human trap for REAL rabbits, but chewed his way out.

ShadowClan Antpelt M From Battles of the Clans; probably an error. Threatens Pouncetail of RiverClan for scolding his apprentice.

ShadowClan Antpelt's Apprentice X Is rude to an elder. Particularly odd because the real Antpelt never gets an apprentice.

Pale, Silvery-Furred Tabby Warrior M ShadowClan warrior on a sudden invasion on ThunderClan, fought off by Darkstripe and Dustpaw. "Rescued" by Russetfur, but then sand is kicked in their eyes. Could be an error of Boulder, who is a solid silver tom, or Archeye just before retirement.

Sudden Elders

These cats suddenly appear as elders despite never having been seen before.

Darkfoot M Appears as a WindClan elder without warning when the Clans get to the lake.

Oatwhisker M Appears as a WindClan elder without warning when the Clans get to the lake.

Snaketail M Brown ShadowClan elder with a striped tail

Ivytail F A brown tabby in RiverClan who dies of oil poisoning

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PART 2

PART 1

- Q -

Quailfeather (CotC)

Quailfeather (TBC)

Quailheart

Quailkit (WC)

Quick Water

Quickpaw

Quiet Rain

Quietkit

Quince

- R -

Rabbitear

Rabbitfur

Rabbitleap (SkC)

Rabbitleap (TC)

Rabbitstar

Rabbittail

Rage (Boar)

Raggedstar

Rain (AVoS)

Rain (DotC)

Rain That Passes Quickly

Rain That Rattles On Stones

Raincloud

Raindrop

Rainfall

Rainflower

Rainfur (SkC)

Rainfur (TC)

Rainleap

Rainsplash

Rainstorm

Rainswept Flower

Rainwhisker

Rapidkit

Rascal

Ratscar

Raven (AVoS)

Ravenpaw

Ravenstar

Ravenwing

Red (SD)

Red Claw

Redclaw

Redscar

Redstar

Redtail

Redthistle

Redwillow

Reed Tail

Reedclaw

Reedfeather

Reedshine (CotC)

Reedshine (MV)

Reedstar

Reedtail

Reedwhisker

Reena (KP)

Reena (Ro)

Ridgekit

Riga

Rileypool

Ripple Shine

Rippleclaw

Ripplestar

Rippletail (RC)

Rising Moon

Riverstar

Roach

Robinkit

Robinstar

Robinwing (RC)

Robinwing (SkC)

Robinwing (TC)

Robinwing (WC)

Rock

Rock Beneath Still Water

Rockfall

Rockshade

Rocky

Rook

Rooktail

Root

Rootspring

Rose (FQ)

Rose (TS)

Rosebush

Rosepetal

Rosetail

Rowanberry

Rowanclaw(star)

Rowanfur

Rowankit (ASC)

Rowanstar (CotC)

Rubblekit

Rubblepaw

Ruby

Rufus

Rumble

Running Fox

Running Horse

Runningbrook

Runningnose

Runningstorm

Runningwind

Rushpaw (BotC)

Rushtail (RC)

Rushtail (WC)

Rushtooth

Russetfur

Rust

Ryestalk

Ryewhisker

- S -

Sage (Lo)

Sagenose

Sagewhisker

Samwise (Dog)

Sandgorse

Sandstorm

Sandynose

Sasha

Scarlet

Scooby

Scorchfur

Scorchwind

Scourge

Scout

Scowl

Scrap

Scraps

Scree (Ro)

Scree Beneath Winter Sky

Screech Of Angry Owl

Scruff

Sedgecreek

Sedgestar

Sedgewhisker

Seedpaw

Seedpelt (FQ)

Seedpelt (MV)

Seedpelt (PC)

Seville

Shade Pelt

Shaded Moss

Shadepelt (AVoS)

Shadepelt (TPB)

Shadestar (Tiger)

Shadowsight

Shadowstar

Shannon

Shanty

Sharp Hail

Sharpclaw (SkC)

Sharptooth (Cougar)

Shattered Ice

Sheeptail

Sheer Path Beside Waterfall

Shell Claw

Shellfur

Shellheart

Shimmerpelt (BrS)

Shimmerpelt (CP)

Shine

Shiningheart

Shivering Rose

Shnuky

Shorty

Shredtail

Shrewclaw

Shrewfoot

Shrewpaw (TC)

Shrewtooth

Shy Fawn

Shyfrost

Shyheart

Silt

Silver

Silver Frost

Silver Stripe

Silverflame

Silverhawk

Silvermask

Silverpaw (BotC)

Silverpaw (TPB)

Silverstream

Skipper

Skyheart

Skystar

Skywatcher

Slant

Slash

Slate (DotC)

Slate (IH)

Slatefur

Slatepelt

Sleek Fur

Sleekwhisker

Slightfoot

Sloefur (RC)

Sloefur (ShC)

Smallear

Smallstar

Smoke

Smokefoot

Smokehaze

Smokepaw (SotC)

Smokepaw (TNP)

Smoketalon

Smoky

Smudge

Snail (Ro)

Snail (Sister)

Snail Shell

Snailpaw

Snake (DotC)

Snaketail (FQ)

Snaketail (PoT)

Snaketooth (RC)

Snaketooth (ShC)

Snapper

Snaptooth

Sneezecloud

Sniff

Snipe

Snipkit

Snookthorn

Snow (Sister)

Snow Falling On Stones

Snow Hare

Snow Tail

Snowbird

Snowbush

Snowdrop

Snowflake (KP)

Snowflake (Ro)

Snowfur

Snowkit (TPB)

Snowstar

Snowtuft

Snowy

Socks

Softpelt

Softwing

Sol

Songbird

Songleap

Soot

Sootfur

Sorrelshine

Sorrelstripe

Sorreltail

Sparkpelt

Sparrow (CotP)

Sparrow (Ro)

Sparrow (Sister)

Sparrowfeather (DF)

Sparrowfeather (StC)

Sparrowpelt (SkC)

Sparrowstar

Sparrowtail

Speckle

Specklepaw

Speckletail

Spider (Lo)

Spider (Sister)

Spider Paw

Spiderfoot

Spiderleg

Spiderpelt

Spiderstar

Spike (Dog)

Spikefur

Spiketail

Spireclaw

Spiresight

Splash (KP)

Splash When Fish Leaps

Splashfoot

Splashheart

Splashkit (CP)

Splashnose

Splashpaw (TNP)

Splashtail

Splinter

Spotfur

Spotted Fur

Spottedleaf

Spottedpaw (ShC)

Spottedpelt

Spring Claw

Squirrel (CotP)

Squirrel (Sister)

Squirrelfur

Squirrelstar

Squirrelwhisker

Stagleap (TC)

Stagleap (WC)

Stalk Purr

Star Flower

Star That Shines On Water

Starlingfeather

Starlingwing

Stemleaf

Stempaw (ASC)

Stick

Stoat

Stoatfur (ShC)

Stoatfur (SkC)

Stone (DotC)

Stone (HJ)

Stone (Sister)

Stone Song (DotC)

Stone Song (PoT)

Stoneclaw

Stonefur

Stonepelt

Stonestar

Stonestream

Stonetooth

Stonewing

Storkkit

Storm (Ro)

Storm Clouds At Dusk

Storm Pelt

Stormcloud

Stormfur

Stormheart

Stormtail

Streak

Stream

Streamkit

Stretch Blink

Strike Slash

Strikestone

Stripekit

Stripes

Stripestar

Strong Pounce

Stumpytail

Sun Shadow

Sunbeam

Sunfish

Sunflower

Sunnypelt

Sunnytail

Sunpelt (Lion)

Sunpelt (SkC)

Sunrise (Sister)

Sunshine

Sunspots

Sunstar

Sunstrike

Susan

Suzy

Swallow

Swallowflight

Swallowtail (RC)

Swallowtail (WC)

Swampkit

Swankit

Sweetbriar

Sweetpaw

Sweetums

Swift (DotC)

Swift Minnow

Swiftbreeze

Swiftflight

Swiftfoot

Swiftpaw (TPB)

Swiftstar (Leopard)

Swiftwing

Swoop Of Chestnut Hawk

- T -

Tadpole

Tallpoppy

Tallstar

Talon Of Swooping Eagle

Talonpaw

Talonstar

Tangle

Tangleburr

Tanglepaw (RC)

Tanglewhisker

Tansy

Tansypaw (SkC)

Tawnyfur

Tawnypelt

Tawnyspots

Taylor

Teller Of The Pointed Stones (OotS)

Teller Of The Pointed Stones (TNP)

Tempest

Tess

Thistle (Ro)

Thistle (TC)

Thistleclaw

Thistleheart

Thistlepaw (CotC)

Thistlepaw (TNP)

Thistletail

Thorn (SkC)

Thorn That Grows In Cleft

Thornclaw

Thorntooth (Tiger)

Thrushpelt (TC)

Thrushpelt (WC)

Thrushtalon

Thrushwing

Thunderstar

Tiger Tail

Tigerstar (AVoS)

Tigerstar (TPB)

Timberfur

Tiny Branch

Tinycloud

Toad (Ro)

Toadfoot

Toadskip

Toadstep

Tom (ES)

Tom-Tom

Tommy

Tornear

Tree

Trout Fur

Troutclaw

Troutkit

Troutstar

Troutstream

Tulipkit

Tumble Leap

Tumblekit

Tuna

Turtle Tail

Turtlecrawl

Turtlekit (ShC)

Twig

Twigbranch

Twigtail

Twist

Twisted Branch

Tyr

- V -

Velvet (AVoS)

Velvet (SD)

Victor

Vinestar

Vinetail

Violet

Violet Dawn

Violetshine

Vixenleap

Voleclaw

Volestar

Voletooth

Volewhisper

- W -

Wafflepaw

Wanderkit

Wasp

Wasptail

Waspwhisker

Wavepaw

Weaselfur

Weaselkit

Weaselwhisker

Webfoot

Webkit

Webster

Wee Hen

Weedwhisker

Weevil

Wetfoot

Whiskers

Whisper Claw

Whispering Breeze

Whisperkit

Whistle

Whistlepaw

White Tail

Whiteberry

Whitebreeze

Whiteclaw

Whitefang

Whitestar

Whitestorm

Whitetail (StC)

Whitetail (WC)

Whitethroat

Whitewater

Whitewing

Whorlpelt

Wildfur

Wildkit

Willie

Willow Stream

Willow Tail

Willowbreeze

Willowclaw

Willowkit (CP)

Willownose

Willowpelt

Willowshine

Willowstar

Windflight

Windstar

Wing Shadow Over Water

Wish Stalk

Wishkit

Wolfheart

Wolfstep

Woodkit (RC)

Woodlouse

Woodsong

Woody

Woollytail

Wrenflight (SkC)

Wrenflight (WC)

- Y -

Yarrowleaf

Yellowfang

Yellowstar

Yew

Yew Tail

- Z -

Zack

Zeke

Zelda

Ziggy

[beyond-the-path]

~~ Welcome to my WC comic blog! ~~

(My main blog is @calies-art )

Hello there, I’m Calie or Author and I use Any/all pronouns!

What is Beyond The Path? (Or BTP for short)

-It’s a warrior cats comic with my ocs!

What is it about?

-The four warrior clans are being invaded by twolegs, so Starclan sends messages to four cats to go and find a new home. They set out without telling anyone, only two other cats join them.

Who are the main characters?

From front to back:

Mudflower (Prophecy receiver from Caveclan) - He/him

Quailkit (‘Convinces’ Mudflower to let him join) - He/him

Halfpaw (Prophecy receiver from Shoreclan) - She/they

Havenpaw (Goes with his sister) - He/They

Ashpelt (Prophecy receiver from Flightclan) - She/her

Pinecloud (Prophecy receiver from Shadedclan) - They/them

Chapters:

Prologue(TBA)

You may ask the characters questions, or if you’d like, you can ask me.

(The first comic strip may take a while because I’ve never actually done a comic before, so bear with me <3)

[leoxxiicats]

Storkkit + Quailkit

[image description: a drawing of storkkit and their sibling quailkit, from the warriors series. storkkit is a tortishell cat with dark blue eyes. quailkit is a gray cat with a lighter gray underbelly and splash markings on their face. they also have blue eyes.

storkkit is sitting down with a blank face, and quailkit is standing to their right with a similar blank expression. quailkit's tounge is slightly sticking out. /end id.]

[exocynraku]

gorsepaws siblings

[rosemist50]

Su Susann cats here we go. Elderkit and Tulipkit would also be in here, but I did them a good while back already, so I'm not putting them here again.Just put 'supposedly' in front of every claim after this point lmaoFirst is Lynxkit, Swiftpaw's sibling, and Lavenderkit, Rowanstar and Cedarheart's. Then is Cherrypaw and Chestnutkit, first litter of Robinwing and Fuzzypelt, and Featherkit and Cricketkit, Dappletail's kits. Storkkit and Quailkit, Gorsepaw's siblings, are next, followed by Turtlekit, Quietkit, and Rubblekit, Ashheart and Cinderfur's kits. Cranberrypaw is Thistlepaw (from like two posts back) and Gorsetail's sibling, and Skunkpaw appears during Goosefeather's Curse, the black and white apprentice that tells Goosekit where the other kits are hiding during a hide-and-seek game. And then Drizzlepaw and Rustlepaw were supposed to be another litter from Onestar and Whitetail (along with Willowclaw and Emberfoot lmao), but they are like Su Susann cats squared now, completely Thanos-snapped out of the narrative. Basically these two in particular really don't exist. So why'd I draw them? Idk, I just want to be as through as possible.

[rookflower]

[clawface]

(and storkkit and quailkit)

notes:

-her wiki design makes her look like a tortie point and i liked that so thats what she is here

-i changed her eye color, yes i know her eyes are amber in canon but shut up i like this better

-apparently onestar’s sister? so i gave her a similar build to him

[warriorswarriors]

Quailfeather

[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 53

< Chapter 52 || Index || Chapter 54 >

Fireheart’s tail flickered nervously as he emerged from the heather-covered tunnel. Leading a few friends into the unknown was one thing; leading an entire Clan like this was another. He could only imagine how Tallstar must have felt, leading his frightened Clan away from their ancient home to settle here.

He stared at the wide, empty expanse in front of him as Tallstar emerged behind him. “Uh…” He realized now that he hadn’t been keeping track of where they had been going. He wished now that Peppermask had been chosen to lead the Clan; tracking his way back was difficult with the Thunderpath stench in the air.

“Is something wrong?” The black and white tom asked him, his golden gaze scrutinizing as he stared down the young ginger warrior.

“Of course not.” Fireheart replied quickly as he caught sight of the trail Whitepaw had left in her hurry to escape the three Thunderclanners. “Just a bit disoriented with all the Thunderpaths.”

Tallstar nodded sympathetically. “It took our warriors some time to adjust as well.” He admitted as he paced alongside the ruddy tom. “But the Monsters have kept us safe from predators. No badger or fox dares to cross the Thunderpaths.”

Fireheart nodded in understanding. He could see the logic in choosing to settle here, but he could tell that this place also did not have much in the way of prey. Though he would never say it out loud, it was clear that Windclan had been starving when he arrived; he wasn’t sure if they would have survived through leafbare here.

Windclan was silent and solemn behind him, not wasting their energy on idle chatter as they traveled. He could see several shivering in the cold leaffall winds that heralded the coming of leafbare, though his own thick bright pelt kept the breeze at bay. The midday sun helped some too; he was especially glad now that they had not waited until nightfall to travel. He expected the coming night would be an especially chilly one.

He soon found the spot where Whitepaw had wrestled with the rabbit, claw marks still embedded in the dirt. From here, it was a matter of finding the nearest earthbound Thunderpath - one he could see in the distance as Monsters rushed by.

He led the Clan confidently onwards now, wading into the grasses without hesitation. He began to slowly crouch down as he approached, all too aware of what might happen if the Monsters spotted them. The grass thinned quickly until it was almost bare at the side of the Thunderpath, but he could clearly see the tunnel entrance from here, dark and ominous.

“And you’re certain that it leads to the other side?” Tallstar murmured as he crouched down beside the Thunderclan tom.

“I am.” Fireheart replied readily. “I’ll go first, so you and your Clan can see.”

Tallstar didn’t object as the ginger tom darted into the yawning stone mouth, the darkness quickly swallowing him. The earth rumbled around him, but he didn’t pause as he dashed across to the other side, blinking in relief as he emerged from the earth into the light. He stood and yowled to get the Windclan leader’s attention, barely audible over the roaring of the Monsters. Thankfully, they didn’t notice him, but he could see the black and white tail of the leader waving in acknowledgement.

The Windclanners entered the tunnel one by one, soon emerging on the other side. Part of Fireheart worried that the Monsters would notice what they were doing, but none seemed to slow as they raced past. He eyed the sun nervously, his heart pounding as time passed far too slowly, but at last Deadfoot and Graystripe emerged from the end of the tunnel.

“Where to now?” Tallstar asked cautiously as he looked around.

“This way.” Fireheart nodded towards the towering Twoleg nest, a tall beacon in the sky. The other tom nodded, and together they began once more leading the Clan forward.

The now-familiar bright flowers and tall grasses that surrounded this second Monstercamp greeted the ginger tom, waving silently in the breeze. The Monstercamp was nearly empty now; where countless smaller Monsters had gathered around the Twoleg nest before, he could now count only a dozen or so Monsters, most still sleeping right in front of it. He breathed a small sigh of relief at the realization; less Monsters meant less Twolegs to notice them.

“Over here.” He murmured, flicking his tail towards the back of the Monstercamp. Even if they weren’t likely to be seen, it was still daylight; he didn’t want to take any risks being caught. They proceeded cautiously, Fireheart watching the Twoleg nest warily.

A few Twolegs exited out of the side of the nest, carrying large colorful boxes with them. One of them gestured roughly towards where the Clan was making their way across, and he froze, fearful that they had been seen. They didn’t move towards where the Clan was hiding, however, instead tottering over to a gray Monster and coaxing open the back shell, where they began shoving their large boxes in.

For a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and began moving forward, before he heard the barking of a dog. Looking back, he could now see a small shaggy dog rushing across the Monstercamp towards Peppermask and the queens, yapping angrily as it did so. “Go!” He yowled at Tallstar and the other Windclanners, rushing back to intercept the dog. He didn’t care if he was now spotted: what mattered was keeping the queens and kits safe from the beast.

Graystripe and Deadfoot raced up next to him, bristling and hissing ferociously at the dog as it approached. Several other warriors came up beside them as the rest of the Clan broke into a disorganized run, trying to avoid getting caught and attacked.

The brown mutt backpedaled to a halt mere tail-lengths away as it saw the advancing line of cats, claws unsheathed and furiously growling at the intruder. Yipping fearfully, it turned and rushed back, its tail between its legs as it howled for its Twolegs to help. 

“Hurry! This way!” Fireheart hissed, rushing into the tall grasses to hide. The others did the same, hunkering down and watching as the small dog began racing around its Twolegs, barking for their attention. One looked down in confusion, looking back to where it had pointed, but it didn’t seem to spot the warriors. Once again, it pointed to the grasses and then turned to continue loading the boxes into the Monster.

“We should leave before they investigate.” He murmured to the other warriors, who nodded and followed him as they quickly and stealthily followed after the rest of the Clan.

They found them in the hedges that surrounded the first Monstercamp they encountered. “Is everyone alright?” Fireheart asked quickly as he came up next to Tallstar.

“A few torn claws, and Crowskip fell and bruised himself, but nothing that some rest won’t solve.” A light brown tom beside Tallstar spoke - the healer, he assumed. “What about the rest of you? Did you have to fight it?”

Fireheart shook his head. “The dog realized it was outnumbered and fled back for its Twolegs, tail between its legs!” There were purrs of amusement at his words, though they were hollow and tired. Running so quickly seemed to have drained most of the Clan of energy.

“Will we be alright if we rest here?” Tallstar murmured anxiously as he gazed around at his Clan. “They will need time to recover.” 

The ruddy tom paused to look around. Tallstar was right; they would not make it much farther, and the three Thunderclanners hadn’t found any shelter between here and Windclan. “We didn’t run into any dangers on the way here.” He finally said aloud. “But that doesn’t mean there are none.”

Tallstar sighed heavily, the warrior’s answer clearly weighing on him. “It will have to do. Deadfoot, see if you can set up a perimeter.”

The black tom nodded and began moving about the Clan, picking several of the most fit warriors to begin patrolling. Fireheart nodded quickly to Graystripe and walked towards where Peppermask was sitting with Larksplash and several kits.

“Fireheart, Graystripe!” She purred as they approached. “These are Morningflower’s kits. Aren’t they precious?” She flicked her tail towards a pale tortoiseshell molly that was laying in the sun, still winded from the scare earlier.

“Of course they are.” He looked down at the three kits in front of them; barely a season old, if he had to guess. They looked up at him curiously, and he leaned down to touch noses with them.

“Gorsekit is the ginger tom, Stork-kit is the tortoiseshell, and Quailkit is the little gray molly.” Peppermask pointed each out with her striped tail. “They’ve been very sweet so far!”

“Is it true you’re from Thunderclan?” The small tom, Gorsekit, piped up. “Crowskip says Thunderclan lives in a big forest, which is a place with lots of ‘trees’. Is that really true?”

His heart sank as he listened to the kit speak of trees, as though they were as mythical as flying mice. He had probably lived in Windclan’s new territory since he was born; he had never known the wind of the moorlands, or the gorse bushes for which he was named. “Yes, it’s true. In fact, there are so many trees we can hop from branch to branch without ever touching the ground!” 

“Woah.” Gorsekit looked at his siblings with wide eyes that were still changing color. “Can you teach me how?”

Fireheart chuffed at the thought. “I don’t think your mother would like that very much.” He admitted. “But I’m sure your future mentor will teach you lots of other things in your new home. In fact-”

A yowl of alarm cut him off, and he immediately turned to see a brown tabby tom standing with his fur on ends. The ginger Thunderclanner bounded over to see that he was watching another tabby patrolling around the edges of the Monstercamp, who was looking up now to see the source of the call.

“It’s okay, that’s a friend!” The ruddy warrior mewed hurriedly, waving his tail for the Windclan tom to stand down. He did so reluctantly as Fireheart wiggled through and waved his tail in greeting as Diesel spotted him and bounded over.

“You’re back! And with some friends.” Diesel’s ears perked as Tallstar and Graystripe joined him. “I take it you found the cats you were looking for, then?”

“We did! Diesel, this is Tallstar, leader of Windclan - the group we were looking for. Tallstar, this is Diesel. He lives in this…”

“Truck stop!” Diesel interrupted with a proud purr. “I make sure there’s no critters around these parts for the housefolk. Little varmints make them nervous.” He gazed past them at the hedges, which only moderately veiled the entirety of Windclan. “Didja find that molly you were looking for, too?”

“Molly?” Tallstar flicked an ear curiously towards Fireheart. “You didn’t mention anything about a molly.”

“We tracked her to find you.” The ginger tom explained quickly. “We found some tawny and gray fur near your camp, and it still had enough of a scent that we were able to follow it to the Thunderpath.”

The leader’s golden gaze narrowed. “You must mean Thrushwing.” He shook his pelt out and looked away with a heavy sigh. “She wanted to go back and mourn her brother after we buried them. I told her it was too dangerous, that Brokentail could follow her back to us, but she ignored my orders and left in the middle of the night.”

Fireheart blinked slowly in sympathy. It must have been a tough position for the leader, denying the warrior the right to mourn the fallen so that his Clan could be safe. “If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t have been able to find you. She led us to the Thunderpath, and we followed it here.” He flicked his tail to Diesel. “Then Diesel here told us of a group that had recently settled nearby. We hoped it was you, and it turned out it was.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Tallstar admitted. “Perhaps Starclan willed her disobedience, so that our Clan could finally come home.”

The tabby tom in front of them dipped his ears in confusion, but didn’t ask any questions. “Well, I’m glad you all found each other. I know it ain’t always easy, feeling like you’re looking for something that you don’t know exists at all.”

Fireheart nodded respectfully to the loner. “Thank you again, Diesel. We would have never succeeded without your help. And you can tell your friend that group won’t be troubling him again, either!”

“That’s true! I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear it.” Diesel purred with a wide grin. “Well, I’d best be getting back on my rounds. Can’t be letting any mice slip in on my watch!” He gave them a wave of his tail as he continued around the hedges, sniffing cautiously to pick up any prey scents.

“Starclan truly works in mysterious ways.” Tallstar murmured as they returned to his Clan. “I am glad that they showed you the way to our Clan. We will be able to settle in before leafbare comes.” He glanced up to the clear skies above. “Thankfully it is late this season-cycle, as well.”

The ginger tom nodded. “Starclan may not have been able to stop Brokentail, but I’m sure they’re looking after your Clan now.”

“That is true.” The black and white tom gave him an appreciative look. “We should be going. We have a long way to go before nightfall.” He slipped up beside his deputy and healer. “Do you think the Clan is ready to travel?”

Deadfoot nodded. “The Clan will manage. Birchbark and Stagleap will help Crowskip to keep up.” He flicked his tail towards a graying elder, where two brown toms were helping him to his feet. “On your word, Tallstar.”

“Let us go, then.” The black and white tom stretched out eagerly, showing the full length of his body. Fireheart hadn’t noticed before with how skinny the tom was, but he was just as well muscled as the forest cats, just leaner and taller.

The cats filed along the side of the hedges, doing their best to keep under the shady leaves and away from any prying eyes. It wasn’t long before they reached the far side, where there was only the Thunderpath and wide stretches of grass dotted with small white clouds.

“Sheep.” Tallstar purred in amusement as he spotted Fireheart’s wide eyes. “The Twolegs keep them for their luxuriously soft fur. They cut off all their fur in newleaf, when the warmth comes, and then let it grow out for the rest of the season-cycle.”

“How strange!” The ginger warrior mewed as they trotted under a wooden fence into the sheep’s meadow. “I suppose they need the fur, though, since Twolegs only grow a little bit on their heads.”

The Windclan leader nodded. “Indeed. They take the cut fur and make it into pelts that cover their body. The sheep don’t seem to mind; in fact, they’re the most docile creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

Fireheart perked his ears. “Where did you learn all this?”

A shadow passed over the black-and-white tom’s face, and he looked away solemnly. “Nevermind that. Let’s just say we don’t have to worry, aside from if any Twolegs wander this far out.”

He frowned at the leader’s sudden withdrawal, but chose not to press it as they continued forward. They traveled in silence, keeping a watchful eye out in case any sheep got too close, but none approached the far side of the meadow where they were crossing.

“Tallstar!” It was Deadfoot, racing up the line to the two leading the procession. “We must travel more slowly.”

He was right; the end of the line was beginning to lag behind. Several apprentices were clearly exhausted, not used to going this far, while the pale tortoiseshell queen, Morningflower, was panting from the exertion. Even Peppermask looked tired as she carried Gorsekit in her jaws.

The Windclan leader nodded. “Of course, Deadfoot.” Even as he slowed, however, he was nearly prancing in place. Despite his exhaustion from leading the Clan in such a troubled time, and the way his hips showed under his fur, the thought of returning to the moors lent a swiftness to his paws that Fireheart envied.

He restrained himself to a fast walk, however, allowing time for the end of the procession to catch up. But as Fireheart eyed the sun in the sky, he realized that with how long they were taking, they would not make it to the Windclan camp by sunset.

Perhaps that was alright, he reasoned to himself. Maybe they could travel through the night? As he walked, however, he could see rain clouds growing in the distance. There was no way that an elder like Crowskip could travel through a wet, stormy night. 

He didn’t voice these thoughts aloud immediately, however, deciding it was not his place. Tallstar would surely realize the same thing, and if not, Deadfoot would likely tell him. Instead, he kept his eyes to the horizon, where he noticed he could see Highstones. They were growing closer to Barley’s farm, he realized, and his heart leaped at the thought. Maybe they would see Ravenspirit, or at least scent him?

He tasted the air, disappointed to find that while many scents reached him, none were of the black tom. Doubt whispered in his mind; had Ravenspirit made it at all? Perhaps it had been foolish of him to send the scared tom alone in such a terrible storm. What if he had been attacked? What if he had tripped and fallen into the river and drowned?

No, he shook his head. Now was not the time for such thoughts.

“Fireheart?” Tallstar looked at him curiously. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I-” He hesitated, watching the storm clouds moving towards them. “I just thought I felt a drop of rain, is all.”

“Hmm.” The leader looked back to his Clan, who were still struggling even with the slower pace. “If the rain is coming that swiftly, perhaps we should find somewhere to rest now.”

Fireheart glanced around. By now, they had reached the wooden fence on the far side of the meadow. A series of hedges grew here, separating the sheep’s meadow from the grains that grew on the other side. “Perhaps we could shelter under the hedges?” He proposed.

Tallstar nodded in agreement. “They will provide some protection from the rain, at least.” He sniffed the ground as they ducked under the fence. “Not much prey here, though. We will have to send out hunters to see what we can find before the storm becomes too bad.”

The order to rest under the hedges was relayed down the line, and the Clan soon crowded underneath the hedges. There wasn’t space for many cats to sit next to each other; they sat in clumps, doing their best to draw their tails and paws underneath the dark leaves for shelter.

Fireheart waved his tail for Peppermask and Graystripe to follow him, and emerged from the bushes to stand by Tallstar, who was gazing down on the harvested fields of grain.

“You should let Peppermask take the lead.” The ginger tom murmured to the leader. “She’s our Clan’s best tracker and hunter. She’s the one that tracked Thrushwing to the Thunderpath.”

Tallstar dipped his head. “Very well, I- What was that?” His eyes were focused on a black shadow that was moving across the field.

A cat, Fireheart realized, trotting confidently towards them. It wasn’t Barley, however, being short furred and dark as midnight. Still, their demeanor was of a cat that had lived here quite a while and knew they belonged.

“Firepaw? Is that you?” The cat called, their voice warm as they approached. 

The Windclan leader glared at him suspiciously. “Do you know this cat?” He growled, the fur rising on his back.

He didn’t know how to respond. This cat clearly knew him, but he had never seen them before in his life! Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Graystripe leaped forward. “Ravensp-”

“Raven?” Fireheart interrupted, giving a cautious glance to Graystripe. Ravenspirit was supposed to be dead! All of Windclan was watching them; if word got around at the next Gathering that a cat named Ravenspirit was living at the farm, their cover would be blown! “Is that really you?”

“You don’t recognize your friend?” The cat purred as he reached them, touching noses with all three. “It hasn’t been that long, has it?”

He took in the form of Ravenspirit standing before him. Gone was the scared, skinny apprentice with messy, dull fur: now he stood tall in front of them, his form filled in and plump. His coat was smooth and glossy, like a holly leaf. “You look so different.”

“Hopefully for the better!” Ravenspirit purred warmly as he looked to Tallstar beside them. “And is this - It can’t be. Tallstar of Windclan?” His eyes were wide as he gazed at the leader beside them.

The black and white tom eyed the other suspiciously. “Who is this, Fireheart?” He murmured to the warrior beside him, not taking his golden eyes off of the sleek black tom. “How does he know of us?”

“Fireheart? So you’re a warrior now!” Ravenspirit purred in delight, unbothered by Tallstar’s aggression. Fireheart could picture how the apprentice had cowered beneath Frostfur’s rage; now, the anger seemed to slide off his pelt like water. “The three warriors beside you saved my life. They taught me much about the warrior code and the Clans. If you are as honorable a warrior as they say you are, then I’m happy to welcome you as a friend.”

Tallstar blinked and finally glanced to the other three for confirmation. The ginger Thunderclanner nodded in agreement with Ravenspirit’s story. “Raven is a friend, I promise. He was also attacked by Brokentail and his rogues, once. Now he lives here with Barley and catches mice.”

The Windclan leader finally relaxed at the acknowledgement. “A friend of yours is a friend of ours, then.” He dipped his head slightly in respect, though he could tell the tom was still apprehensive about this new loner. “I met Barley a few times before. He seemed nice enough, for a loner.”

“Barley took me in when I had nowhere else to go. I’ll be forever grateful to him for that; and these three, as well, for saving me.” Ravenspirit nodded to Fireheart. “If you’re here with Windclan, I can only assume that means you succeeded in your mission. Is Brokentail…?”

“Banished.” Peppermask mewed from beside the ginger tom. “We drove him and his rogues out, and saved Goldenflower’s kits as well. Graystripe and Fireheart earned their warrior names because of it. And now Nightstar leads Shadowclan, alongside his deputy Wolfstep.”

The black tom brightened at the news. “That’s wonderful to hear! I was so nervous when I didn’t hear anything… but of course you all must have been busy with your new warrior duties.” He sighed and looked away. “I only wished I could have helped you.”

“It’s better that you didn’t.” Fireheart murmured, stepping forward and nudging his friend at the shoulder. “You were injured so badly… I was worried you might not have made it here.”

“I did! And Barley’s been spending the past moon showing me all the best places to catch mice.” Ravenspirit’s eyes brightened, then softened as he looked past them to where Windclan was watching. “There’s a storm coming soon. You should all get some shelter.”

“We were going to stay here.” Graystripe mewed, flicking his tail to the hedges. “It’s up an incline, so at least the rain won’t pool around us…”

“Nonsense!” The loner purred, brushing his tail against his old friend’s nose to quiet him. “There’s an old barn that the Twolegs never visit anymore. Great for mice catching, as well. You can all stay there and eat your fill, help us get them under control for a bit!” 

Tallstar flattened his ears at that. “A Twoleg nest?” He asked disdainfully. “I don’t know…”

“It’s got no doors anymore, and plenty of holes in the sides to crawl through to escape if the Twolegs get it in their heads to visit it in the middle of the storm.” Ravenspirit reassured him quickly. “But the roof is sturdy, and it’ll keep the rain off of you. And I can guarantee that the Twolegs will stay in their nest all night; they don’t seem to like the rain any more than we do!”

The Windclan leader hesitated, looking to the Thunderclanners beside him. Fireheart nodded in agreement. “Raven’s right: Twolegs hate the rain. And if he says it’s safe and Twolegs don’t visit, I believe him.”

Peppermask also nodded beside him. “Raven’s a good cat, Tallstar. He has a warrior’s heart, even if he lives as a loner.” She flicked her tail to the approaching storm. “Besides, I think the Clan will fare better tomorrow if they have a full belly and a good night of rest.”

Still, the tom seemed unsure, glancing back at his deputy for his opinion. Deadfoot looked down the row of hedges, then slowly nodded assent. “Very well.” Tallstar finally acquiesced, dipping his head and getting to his paws. “Show us the way to this Twoleg nest.”

“Right away.” Ravenspirit purred, flicking his white-tipped tail for everyone to follow. “I’ll see if I can’t find Barley, too. Get some more paws to help hunt!” With that, he began to trot across the field, Windclan slowly getting to their paws and reluctantly following after him. Ignoring their apprehension, Fireheart glanced at his two Clanmates with barely-contained delight. Ravenspirit was alive!

[bonefall]

Better Bones WindClan Family Tree: Draft 1

[ID: The WindClan family tree for Better Bones. It's a color-coded chart of over 122 cats, with all of the cats alive as of the newest arc marked in green, and the 'progenitors' of each line marked in yellow.]

You may also want to see:

The Three Strict Rules

The Canon WindClan Diagnosis (for comparison)

ThunderClan

RiverClan

SkyClan

For the past few days, I've been trying to make ends meet with this tree. WindClan's biggest problem is how very few cats it has in-canon, with the Erins practically forgetting an entire generation between Tallstar's Revenge and TPB. As a result, I had to make this thing nearly from scratch.

The result is before you; there are 122 cats on this chart at the moment! I've used Missing Kits to try and patch the "bald spot" in the timeline, but I admittedly did have to scrounge up a couple cats here. There are still no OCs on this tree, but some unnamed background characters have been given names.

(I am also watching authorial statements like a HAWK in the hopes they will drop more names I can use to pad out some of the single-kit litters, like Appledawn's single kid Adderstone there)

I also have tried to balance the size of this Clan with BB!ThunderClan's count by ASC. There's now a little over 30 cats in this Clan.

Most of these trees have renamings, removals, and a changelog-- this one's going to be a bit different. Below the cut, you will see Renamings, Reserves, and a Changelog.

RENAMINGS: Format: Old Name (Origin) -> New Name (Reason)

Stagleap (WC) -> Stagfur (conflict)

Robinwing (WC) -> Robinflight (conflict)

Gorsetail (Po3) -> Whintail (Serious conflict with a Gorsetail in the very next arc)

Hickorynose -> Chicorynose (ecological accuracy)

Tornear -> Torear (Minor change to prevent him from being born Tornkit)

"Brown Tabby Tom" (Fire and Ice) -> Sparrowspeck (unnamed)

Whitetail's first sibling (OSC) -> Blackfur (unnamed; will update to canon name when revealed)

Whitetail's second sibling (OSC) -> Grayfoot (unnamed; will update to canon name when revealed)

Eaglekit (SSMK) -> Eagleswoop (save)

Storkkit (SSMK) -> Storkfeather (save)

Quailkit (SSMK) -> Quailheart (save)

Downkit (SSMK) -> Downwind (save)

Hillkit (SSMK) -> Hillrunner (save)

Adderkit (Cats of the Clans) -> Adderstone (save)

Galekit (OSC) -> Galerunner (save)

Buzzardkit (Po3) -> Buzzardclaw (save)

Drizzlepaw (SSMK) -> Drizzlefall (save)

Rustlepaw (SSMK) -> Rustlebush* (save) = Suffix might change, I'm not satisfied with it

Cranberrypaw (SSMK) -> Cranberrysplash (save)

Milkfur (FQ) -> Milktooth (conflict)

Snapper (Ravenpaw's Path) -> Snapstorm (MASSIVELY repurposed.)

Brushpaw (OSC) -> Brushblaze (save/repurpose)

Quickpaw (CotC) -> Quickclaw (shuffle)

Thistlepaw (CotC) -> Thistleseed (shuffle)

Pricklekit (CotC) -> Pricklepelt (shuffle)

(SSMK = Su Susann's Missing Kits)

RESERVES: There weren't enough cats for me to even consider cutting any; instead, here are some extra characters from field guides and unnamed in the background who could possibly show up again.

"Tortoiseshell Queen" from Fire and Ice; may just be Quailheart or Storkfeather, if not, her name will be Ruffclaw

"Gray Tom" from Fire and Ice; if named, he will be called Chipstone.

Swiftstar, Dalestar, Thrushbreeze, and Larkstripe's unnamed honor sire are all characters in Ripplestar's Rot, but they're just a bit too far back to be relevant at the moment.

Hareflight (FQ) is from the same time period. If they show up again, their name will be Harefrost.

Whitetail from Tigerclaw's leader ceremony was a WindClan cat in BB; she doesn't show up to his ceremony in this story, but she could appear on the tree at some point. If she does, her name will be Whitetuft.

From Code of the Clans, I am holding onto; Pebblefur, Acorntail, Morningcloud, Cloversplash, and Gorseclaw who would be renamed to Whinclaw.

Several leaders and Clerics could appear if BB ever went further back than Ripplestar's Rot. Swiftfoot, Stonestar, Duststar, Dovestar, Featherstar, Fallowstar, Rabbitstar... plus Mudpuddle, an ancient deputy.

Wanderkit and Muddyclaw from the Adventure Game are from WindClan; but currently not needed

Brightheart's surrogate kittens, Ambermoon, Snowbush, and Dewnose. Some could show up here if needed.

NOTE: If any of these characters show up again in canon, or are confirmed by authorial statement to have a different name, I will abide by that and update accordingly (unless the name is, of course, a conflict).

CHANGELOG: I tell you why I did the things and also point out what's different

Because this Clan was so empty and full of orphan warriors, I was able to completely make it however I wanted.

I also tried to make sure that MODERN WindClan is still VERY clean. Most of canon's "orphan warriors" are totally capable of being mixed with just about anyone else who's around in WindClan.

This is so I can accommodate just about whatever the Erins throw at us... within reason of course. Never doubt the Erin's ability to ruin a family tree.

In BB, Sunstrike and Furzepelt have expanded roles and survive to at least TBC, so I decided they would get Slightfoot. They're the kind of girls who would raise a rebel like him.

Ryestalk has been moved out of the Mist/Hare family. I have more need for her as a clean cat; and a better story to tell of her being afraid of tunneling. Her mother, Leafshine, died in a collapse.

I wanted to find some sort of in-between cat for Pigeonflight and Cranberrysplash, but unfortunately, I ran out of cats. She is probably adopted; found abandoned.

Fernstripe might move around in the future; for now she is a later birth to CranberryxDrizzle. If she moves, it'll probably be to SunxFurze.

Whiskernose is older now because I reworked his purpose in the Dark Forest

Drizzlefall was initially Runningbrook's child. When she dies in TNP, Webfoot raised her alongside his own kid, Rustlebush. They are marked as siblings for that purpose.

Mudclaw and Whitewater of ShadowClan had an unimportant fling during the journey. They both agreed it was an honor siring and would be kept quiet-- but Whitewater became a supporter of his during the rebellion.

When Mudclaw was smote by StarClan, she felt that the kittens were cursed.

She contacted Torear and arranged for him to take his nespring, but the night of the meeting, a snowstorm tore through the Clans. She couldn't take the runt, else he would freeze.

So, she kept Owlclaw of ShadowClan, and Harestar and Kestrelflight went to WindClan.

Brushblaze and Snapstorm are both ex-BloodClan, they did trading with WindClan just after the BloodClan battle, when Tallstar and Firestar opened up peace talks with the defeated Scourge.

Hareheatherbreeze and the Onestar Drama

So of course, one of the bigger changes in BB is that Harestar, Heathertail, and Breezepelt are in a polycule. I did a LOT with this fix in mind.

Onestar is now a single kitten. In Clanmew, his prefix is "Ul-arra," a whole fraction.

This was an expression of grief, as his mother Larksplash died in childbirth, along with his siblings. Cloudrunner was distant, unfortunately never recovering from the ordeal.

Him and Larksplash were quite old to be having a litter, and they knew the risks, but Onestar always felt like Cloudrunner blamed him, in a way.

Eventually, he wanted to raise a child. Whitetail honor dammed for him, and offered open coparentage, but Onestar politely declined. It was known Whitetail was Heathertail's parent, but they weren't very close.

Probably through a shared grievance with Onestar and feelings of responsibility over Heather, Whitetail and Brushblaze became very close. They eventually had two kittens-- Smokekit and Galekit.

Onestar interpreted this as them both trying to tell him they knew about Smoke, slipping further into paranoia towards the end.

Heathertail LOVED the two of them right away.

Unfortunately, Brushblaze laid down his life saving Kin refugees, including Heathertail and Breezepelt, by collapsing an escape tunnel on top of himself.

Galerunner and Smokehaze were only a few months old at the time.

Hareheatherbreeze will be keeping Brindlewing, Appleshine, and Woodsong! Brindlewing was first, with Apple and Wood coming in a second litter.

Tallstar's Family

In Tallstar's Collapse, Talltail leaves WindClan for a long period of time. He wandered with Jake and his family of nomads, eventually finding foundling kittens and deciding to adopt them with him.

But, eventually, he couldn't resist the pull of homesickness, and the desire to try and fix things in WindClan. He tried to leave the family he'd made behind-- but Fly followed him.

Talltail, naively, believed that Fly would remain innocent. That the kid would be above the battle culture of the Clans. He was wrong.

Fly became a ferocious warrior, even competing with him for the deputy position. If Talltail hadn't been quick or keen enough to kill an adder that was going for Heatherstar's grand-nephew, Flytail may have become leader of WindClan.

The kit was named Adderkit for this event, later becoming Adderstone.

Flytail, his mate Eagleswoop, and one of his daughters died in the WindClan Massacre. Talltail had already lost two half-siblings in the war.

What was once a large family was reduced to Tallstar, Stoneclaw, Wrenflight and her children.

Stoneclaw put off having kits for a time, eventually having two one-kit litters with her mate, Snapstorm; Buzzardclaw and Crouchfoot.

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gorsepaw’s littermates

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