#Skunkkit

[gooseclan]

featuring Moorthistle from @fallenclan!!! :D

[axowotlz]

Stinker. Leopardstar wannabe.

He has vitiligo. In 2022 I made him a tortoiseshell for some reason but went back to his vitiligo because it makes more sense

additionals:

[need1etail]

Chapter Four of Split Shadows is up!

[fatratinatrenchcoat]

WhimsyClan: Year Two

We're back! We're starting right where we left off in the last post.

I will try to color code this the best I can. The colors will mean: death, birth, joining, promotion, and exiled/lost. I will skip moons where absolutely nothing happens. This will be repeated on every post I may or may not make of any clan gen clan I post.

Without further ado, here is the second year of WhimsyClan!

Moon One

Batpoppy finally earned his full healer name. Frozencatcher thinks she’s this moon’s heartthrob but not a single cat is crushing on her. Batpoppy and Tallice go on a gathering patrol together for rosemary. The warrior trips and even though he was fine he insisted that he needed to lean against the healer to get back to camp. Batpoppy obliged. Birdhaven has been getting a bit cozy with Raptor while he’s sick in the healer’s hollow. A large dog was scented but not found near WhimsyClan territory.

Moon Two

Raptor’s yellowcough is gone and finally, no one is in need of healing. Spiderflare crosses the border to catch a rabbit on OwlClan’s side of the forest. Exothermicshade, Volefang, and Tom come across a 6 moon old NightClan apprentices who begged and pleaded to join the clan and were accepted into the clan. His name is Delilahpaw and he’s now training under Raptor.

Moon Three

Batpoppy and Tallice secretly become mates. Although it’s not really that secretive because the two won’t stop disappearing to gather herbs together. A sick she-cat named Domingo was brought back to camp in hopes of curing her greencough.

Moon Four

Domingo’s greencough is gone and Volefang got heat exhaustion. Raptor is nervous for some reason.

Moon Five

Delilahpaw was hit by a monster, which gives Raptor a reason to go visit Birdhaven. Raptor feels a bit guilty that that was his first thought though.

Moon Six

Frozencatcher brought back a litter of four kits and is refusing to explain where she got them from but all four she-kits smell like her so they must be hers. (According to the settings, they are half-OwlClan kits.) She names them Warblerkit, Violetkit, Yewkit, and Lyrekit. A whitecough outbreak has hit the clan. Now Raptor, Volefang, and Domingo are sick. Then, Birdhaven finds this 105 moon old she-cat in the middle of giving birth. After assistance, she explains that she was chased away from her home and doesn’t know what to do, so she’s obviously brought back and welcomed to the clan with her kits. Her name is changed to Cinderflip and her kits are named Sagekit (tom-kit), Dandelionkit (she-kit), Skunkkit (she-kit), and Bitterkit (she-kit).

Moon Seven

Tallice is expecting kits. These will be the first litter born inside the clan. Exothermicshade protected Downystar from a dog. She was badly hurt due to this. Domingo’s whitecough is healed.

Moon Eight

Both Volefang and Raptor no longer have whitecough. Skunkkit has been feeling weak and moving a lot slower than the other kits. Snuggletuft tells Cinderflip that she has “Wasting Disease”. It will likely be the thing to kill him.

Moon Nine

Cinderflip and Delilahpaw are both healed. Although Delilahpaw is going to be scarred from the monster attack. Tallice and Batpoppy welcome two healthy kits into the clan, one she-kit and a tom-kit. They’re named Rubblekit and Dazzlekit.

Moon Ten

Snuggletuft was found dead in a bloody pile of snow at the border, the scent of a predator being the only thing to hint at what happened. Exothermicshade’s dog bite has healed. Birdhaven has frostbite.

Moon Eleven

Delilahtail finally earns his warrior name at 15 moons. Sagekit was scolded for sneaking out of camp. Now Tom is sitting at the sentence to make sure it wouldn’t happen again, Skunkkit is begging to help Tom guard the entrance. Snapdragonspeckle found a kit who was still wet behind the ears out in the snow and quickly brought her home. Without a second thought, she adopted the she-kit and named her Orchidkit. Pango was injured by a NightClan warrior after crossing the border to steal some prey.

Moon Twelve

Birdhaven thought Spiderflare liked her back and couldn’t have been more wrong. She was rejected. Tallice as recovered from birth just in time to see Warblerpaw, Violetpaw, Yewpaw, Lyrepaw, Sagepaw, Dandelionpaw, Skunkpaw, and Bitterpaw all become warrior apprentices. Their mentors are Raptor, Tom, Dapplewing, Exothermicshade, Downystar, Domingo, Volefang, and Snapdragonspeckle. Downystar and Sagepaw find a kit who’s missing her front leg on their first ever trip out of camp together. Of course the little she-kit was brought back to camp, being named Pinekit. Snanpdragonspeckle and Bitterpaw also bring back a cat to camp. He changes his name to Popfalcon. Lyrepaw got his pelt torn by a FurledClan apprentice.

Now for the beloved pictures!

Mass extension events have been turned ON. Great StarClan that's too many cats. Imagine if I was drawing all of that. I'm not gonna lie, I'm favoring Rubblekit and Dazzlekit. Might doodle them, might not. As I am an alpha gamer chad, you'll never know my next move.

[cloverpatchandbluebell]

Year 1 complete!

This took me. Forever. To complete. Youd think 17 cats isnt a lot- Uh. Yes. Yes it is. I can do the basic sketching of them in like an hour but it took me about 2 days to do the digital art of these (I finished them before I made the blog itself so I had something to put here while working on the art for year 2) Anyways!!! I present to you, the entirety of Sunnyclan!!!

So!! The first image is of all adults. In order from left to right is Antlerpelt: Deputy, Female, 48 moons (Responsible) Whisperstar: Leader, Trans Female, 85 moons (Playful) Burdockstep: Med Cat, Male, 67 moons (Fierce) Furledglide: Warrior, Male, 102 moons (Cold) Hawkdaze: Warrior, Male, 90 moons (Insecure) Grassfur: Warrior, Male, 64 moons (Childish) Moonnut: Warrior, Male, 18 moons (Nervous) Stormnight: Warrior, Female, 17 moons (Strict) Marigoldtooth: Warrior, Female, 16 moons (Adventurous) And for image 2 its a bit more complicated. Ill try to describe the kittens around their parent, as its harder to draw kittens being boring and still, sorry Blotchburst: Warrior, Male, 21 moons (Strange) Leftmost adult Skunkkit: Kit, Male, 3 moons (Troublesome) Light brown spotted kitten playing with Blotchburt's tail Olivekit: Kit, Female, 3 moons (Troublesome) Dark brown tabby kit teasing the tortie Roachkit: Kit, Female, 3 moons (Daydreamer) Black masked tabby watching Blotchburst yawn Robinkit: Kit, Female, 3 moons (Nervous) Brown and blue tortie being teased by Olivekit Boragekit: kit, Female, 3 moons (Lonesome) Orange masked tabby whos curled up, sick Raindapple: Warrior, Male, 16 moons, (Compassionate) Rightmost adult Curlkit: Newborn, Male, 0 moons (Bossy) Kitten with Raindapple I love this clan so so much. Theyre all amazing, and Im planning on doing all the new cats or update drawings individually, but I wanted to try putting them all together into one image. Obviously it didnt work that way, but two images is good enough Oh! My main following cat is Marigoldtooth, she was 4 moons old when the clan started, her and Raindapple were the two youngest kits, but I liked Marigoldtooth's design so much. Maybe Ill make a post specifically for her. Her picture is my pfp right now-

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 466, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1167

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, meet Primrose Ratajczyk! She’s a ten day old kit (baby skunk) Mittens the cat found her and brought in into the house, bringing on two hours of playing “do you want to get the skunklet” Miss Primrose was born without her anus sacks, which probably led to her being abandoned in our backyard by her mother. and now Elizabeth wakes up every three hours to feed Primrose (and be supervised by @MissMittensthemotherlycat) with @therealpetersteeleoffical and @elizabethharp

#babyskunklet #skunkkit #familypets #babyprimprim #adayinthelifeoftheratajczykhousehold #livelaughlove

@kellykent, OOOOOOOOOOOH SWEET WITTLE BABY SKUNKIE

@Pete­r_Steele===========8) LOL Elizabeth is an animal whisperer

@midnightshadowpuppet, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW CUTE SKUNKY

@chocolaterobotchicken, SKUNKS ARE ADORABLE AS BABIES

@lzziegreen, I bet no one will want to break into your house now!

I giggled at the comments that were flooding my latest post up on Instagram before settling my cell phone away in my bra.

I looked up and saw Mittens carrying her not a kitten by the scruff of her neck, the skunk limp and dormant as she let her mother do whatever she wanted, letting out a soft coo and Mittens deposited the kit into her nesting box that Elizabeth had made up behind my husband’s chair in the sunroom, a cozy cardboard box heaped with old towels and worn cleaning rags.

The babies had been told to stay away from Mitten’s nesting box, and they had obeyed our orders. Mittens still came out to supervise the babies being a sweet ball of black and white fluff and to terrorize Daisy before returning to Primrose’s side.

Primrose had finally opened her eyes, and had begun to gain independence, wandering all around the main floor with Mittens close behind, meowing encouragement to the baby critter. Primrose enjoyed hanging with the babies, all who knew to be extra gentle with the skunklet, who would break out into soft purrs when she would find herself being gently loved on by the three babies.

“Sweetheart?”

I blinked, pulling myself out of the clouds and back to earth, where I was curled up on my side with my body tucked into a very pregnant fetal pose.

“Yes my love?” I blinked owlishly as I rested my hands onto Baby Violet Marie, who was currently using my bladder as a punching bag.

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH

“What’s a ten lettered word for avid toys that has c as the third letter and an i as the eighth letter?” he asked me, tapping his pencil against his book of crossword puzzles.

“Hmmm…” I hummed, nibbling at my lip. “Try arctophile. Spelled A-R-C-T-O-P-H-I-L-E.”

“What does that word mean?” he asked me, scratching the word in.

“Arctophile means someone who likes or collects teddy bears,” I giggled at the look on his bearded face.

My handsome older husband opened his mouth to shoot a snarky quip at me when Mittens jumped up onto the bed, Primrose swinging from her jaws as she settled the baby skunk in Peter’s lap before looking utterly pleased with herself.

MEOW Mittens said, breaking out into a long violent purr at she took in the Ratajczyk patriarch cradling little baby Primrose in his massive hands.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Good Mittens,” I cooed, reaching out to pet her and was automatically greeted by the motherly cat pressing herself up against Baby Violet Marie.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Good skunkie,” Peter rumbled as he set aside his crossword puzzle and pen, placing one hand around the kit to prevent her from tumbling off from his burly chest, his second hand going to my popped out tummy, telling our daughter how much he nonverbally loved her.

KICK PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK PUNCH KICK

“How far along are you again, sweetheart?” he murmured.

“Thirty one weeks,” I answered him in a hum. “Baby Violet Marie is currently the size of a coconut.”

“Yeah? Well, she’s my coconut,” he grumbled in a teasing tone of voice, stretching over to kiss the corner of my eye in a whiskery kiss.

“Well the my love, if Baby Violet Marie is your coconut, what am I?” I whined, pouting at his declaration.

“Simple.” Chills dance down my spine at the smoldering look he shot me. “You, Mary Claire Ratajczyk, are my sweetheart.”

I giggled girlishly at his words, trying to flip onto my other side but huffing when I realized that I was stuck.

“Hold on, my woman, hold on!” Peter laughed, setting Primrose down onto the floor before helping me turn over. “Are you alright?”

“I need to pee,” I grunted, heaving myself up and waddling to the bathroom to relieve myself. I sighed happily as I sat down on the toilet. “I am on my porcelain throne.”

My soulmate chuckled as he took to a knee next to me, partly in jest at my words and half to further communicate with me.

“I have an appointment coming up with an audiologist in two weeks,” he reminded me. “I’m starting to hear some sounds as really weird, and Johnny told me that it might be hearing loss.”

“Well, that wouldn’t surprise me any, my love,” I told him, leaning back so that he could wipe me clean. “After all, you’ve been in the music business for how long again?”

“Well sweetheart, I formed my first band at age eight,” he told me with a deep chuckle. “Myself, Josh Silver, Sal Abruscato and Richard Kent. The four of us bickered over what to call ourselves before breaking up three weeks after being formed.”

The skunk kit sneezed just then, sending Mittens up to snatch my not a kitten away from her daddy and nip back down the stairs.

We both broke into chuckles as I pulled him out before mounting him from above.

“SWEET JESUS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

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PETER STEELE TAGLIST

@rock-a-noodle

@ch3rry-c01a

[hazelclan]

Moon 6- Adopting a New Mindset (and More)

A loner dropped Skunkkit off, and she's more than welcome! It's good to see the population rise for once.

[mandareeboo]

My beta allegiances thus far!

WINDCLAN: Leader: Missingstar- A scrawny, all-white molly with blue eyes and massive scarring across her left side and hip; missing chunks of fur. The right side of her maw is scarred, revealing teeth. Deputy: Featherfleck- A brown tabby tom with green eyes Apprentice: Orangepaw Medicine Cat: Runningpuddle- A ginger tabby molly with a white muzzle Warriors: Thistlebloom- A gray and white long-furred tabby tom with a flat face. Ashenpetal- A short-furred gray molly. Fawnfrost- A gray tabby molly Bugflower- A scrawny gray tom Patchtail- A black and white tom with a nubbed tail Apprentice: Frecklepaw Peppermist- A brown and white spotted tabby tolly. (he/she) Oatear- sandy yellow tom Hayfur- yellow tabby tom Apprentices: Orangepaw- A ginger and white enby with ginger-tipped ears. (They/it) Frecklepaw- a sandy tabby molly Queens: Waspblaze- A muscular dark gray tabby molly. Mother to Ratkit (scrawny black tom), Jaggedkit (dark gray tabby molly with overbite), and Skunkkit (dark gray and white tabby molly) Elders: Shredblossom- a long-furred black molly with a flat face.

Working on a new allegiances for a new warriors story I'm doing. Anyone wanna suggest some good WindClan names? All genders welcome!

[kangaquollarty53]

Megaphone was Actually a Robot!

Megaphone, Snowflake, Paint Bucket and Pie from Object Trek

[we-rate-warrior-names]

Skunkkit (Sunflowerkit's den-mate at the moment) REALLY wants to be Cricketshine's apprentice, but there are already two medicine cats in ShadowClan! Her brother, Frogkit, wants nothing more than to be a ShadowClan warrior. They are the two kits of Dappleclaw, Loststar's deputy.

Skunkkit- A thoughtful and curious she-kit. Skunkkit wants to know as much as she can about everything, and is always investigating all that she can, but unusually for a kit, she sticks to the rules, and is always very polite when asking questions, a lot of the clan thinks she is adorable. To Skunkkit, being a medicine cat is so fascinating, there is so much to learn! Also the thought of helping cats rather than hurting them appeals much more to Skunkkit than the thought of hurting them, and ever since learning that having a third medicine cat is unheard of, Skunkkit tries to keep her distance from the medicine den as she doesn’t want to be more disappointed than she already is, but she can’t help but come back to ask Cricketshine just a few more questions every two to three days, 14/10

Frogkit - An energetic and bold tom. Being a warrior is so cool to Frogkit, he can’t wait to get out into the forest and show the other clans who is boss! Frogkit is always practising his moves wherever he can, often on a volunteering Skunkkit while she tries to take her mind off the medicine den. Every evening Frogkit will bound over to Dappleclaw and demonstrate his newest move and beg her to show it to Loststar, a request Dappleclaw always promises to fulfil. More than once Frogkit has tried to join a warrior patrol, often by saying that he was made an apprentice that morning but everyone was still sleeping, that excuse has never worked, but is has always gained him some amused respect from the warriors for trying such a tactic, 14/10

[haylie1214]

Bramblepath with her many, many kits. She’s a permanent nursery queen who took her duty for providing warriors very seriously.

From left to right: Tulippaw, Woodpeckerkit, Sparkpaw, Pinepaw, Skunkkit, and Badgerkit.

[gooseclan]

so many cool things my gawsh

[maple-leaves-and-maple-trees]

[tooth-n-claw-blog]

Softmount skunk kit I just finished sewing, isn't he cute! #taxidermistsofinstagram #canadataxidermy #skunkkit #tinyskunk #softmount #cute #nature #vultureculture #roadkillsalvage

[signs-of-the-moon]

Moon High: Chapter 4

"Why do we have to go play outside?" Skunkkit whined as Sweetclaw herded the kittens out of the nursery the next day.

"Grown-up business, little chipmunk. It does not concern you," the cream colored queen responded. "Now you all behave yourselves. Elmfoot and Silverhawk will be keeping an eye on you."

"Yes, Sweetclaw," murmured some of the kits in reply, Moonkit included. The Den Mother gave one satisfied nod, turning tail and padding over to Tigerkit. She touched her nose to the little tabby's shoulder, prompting her to follow. Then Sweetclaw did the same with Rainkit. What could the queen need with Moonkit's best friend and sister? Moonkit watched the three she-cats curiously as they padded back under the familiar tree roots that made up their den. Were they in trouble? Moonkit's thoughts drifted back to the day before when they'd all gone into the forest to hunt. I can't let them get into trouble for that! She thought. Moonkit's head swung around to search the clearing.

By the entrance to the elder's den, she saw Elmfoot sunbathing. The old tom laid with his legs tucked beneath him, head raised slightly to soak in the warm golden rays. Many moons ago the tabby had been Treeclan's Den Mother. When he was in charge, he'd been notorious for keeping a close eye on the kit-resistance of his den. But now in his retirement, the tom was more inclined to let curious kits wander than to worry about keeping them all in line. Sneaking out of his sight would be easy. Getting away from the other kitsitter however, might not be as simple.

In a dry spot by the base of the Great Stump, Moonkit noticed Silverhawk. The silver and black striped tabby was sharing tongues with Violetshade, her eldest kit. Though she looked around to watch the kits as they played, the queen seemed distracted enough. If she was careful, Moonkit would be able to creep away without raising any alarms.

Stealthily, the little silver and white kitten stalked over to the nursery. She crawled between two intertwining roots where she could easily listen in to any conversations, yet stay out of sight. Every now and then she glanced over her shoulder, checking to make sure her sitters would not find out what she was doing. Otherwise, a majority of her focus remained on the inside of the nursery.

It seemed a meeting had been called. Moonkit strained her ears to listen to all the voices she could pick up on. She racked her brain to figure out who they all belonged to. It was easy to recognize the voice of her mother, Brightsky, when she spoke. Her sweet mew was distinguishable from any other in the whole clan. She sounded concerned, probably speaking between licks given to Rainkit.

"Must we really punish them?" The queen fretted.

"Yes, Brightsky." That was Thornberry's mew. Thornberry was the clan's deputy. He was a nice enough tom, really sweet and very goofy at times, but he knew when to get serious. He sure sounded like he was right now, his tone deepened with fatherly sterness. "Kits who go unpunished are bound to repeat their mistakes again. They need to be reprimanded. They've broken the Warrior Code."

"'Broken the Warrior Code,' my tail," mocked Speckleface, Tigerkit's mother. "The Warrior Code says nothing about kits wandering from camp."

"It does say prey must be hunted only to be eaten. Those kits were out there hunting to better hone their skills."

"Not to mention," chimed in the voice of Cardinaltail, the Code Keeper, "there is an unofficial rule that says kits are not to leave camp, unless with a warrior."

"That's all a bunch of fox dung," Speckleface cursed.

"Yeah!" Tigerkit jumped in. "We weren't going out to hone our skills. We went hunting to bring food home for the clan. We're not mouse-brains!"

"Hush," hissed Speckleface. "Regardless," Moonkit heard Blazestar's voice join the conversation now, "these kits should face the consequences of their actions. They could have died yesterday. A majority of our kits could have. That isn't something that can be excused with an apology."

"Blazestar is right, I'm afraid," Sweetclaw sighed. Her defeated tone made Moonkit bristle with ire. She couldn't let her loved ones be punished for trying to do the right thing. Bravely, the little silver and white kit charged into the nursery, determined to vouch for Rainkit and Tigerkit's innocence.

"Wait!" She called, skidding to a halt in the center of the den. The adult cats all looked at her, varying degree of quizzical and annoyed expressions on their faces. "You can't punish Rainkit and Tigerkit! They didn't do anything wrong!"

"Moonkit," Brightsky began to scold, "you know better than to stick your nose into matters that don't concern you. You shouldn't even be here. Go back outside and play with the others."

"No! I'm not going until you all listen to me," Moonkit protested defiantly. "Rainkit and Tigerkit were thinking about the clan when they led us all out of camp. The fresh-kill pile was barren. Rainkit thought that if we went out and looked in the places the warriors couldn't, we could bring home enough prey for every cat. She's the one who tracked most of the animals we found. And Tigerkit helped to organize everyone. She kept us all together, gave us orders, and reassured us when we wandered to far. She was bravest kit of all of us!"

"Is that bravery?" Blazestar challenged, anger burning in his orange eyes. The temper he tried to hide within betrayed him. "Or ignorance?"

Moonkit shrank under the leader's gaze. No wonder why the tom had been named Blazefang in his warriorhood. The tom had a bite that seemed to sting like fire. And an attitude that blazed bright within him. Moonkit was certainly intimidated, but at the same time could not help feeling a great amount of respect for the ginger tom.

"Since you are so eager to defend such a foolish plan, perhaps you should be punished alongside your little friends. We don't want you following in their pawsteps after all," the leader threatened.

"Now hang on a heartbeat, Blazestar. That decision isn't yours to make," Sweetclaw interrupted. She stepped in front of Moonkit defensively, wrapping her fluffy tail around her. "I am the Den Mother here. Kit punishments are mine to handle. You're simply here to bare witness to my decisions. I say Moonkit has done nothing wrong. We are to send her on her way and finish our business with the other kits."

Blazestar glared at the Den Mother for another tense few heartbeats. "...Fine. Get her out of here, now," he growled, pointing his muzzle towards the exit. Brightsky gave Moonkit a lick on the head before Sweetclaw grabbed her by the scruff, carrying her back outside. She dropped the little kit off with Elmfoot, instructing her predecessor to keep a very close eye on the kit. Elmfoot agreed, wrapping his paws around Moonkit as Sweetclaw turned and retreated back into the nursery. Moonkit let out a deep sigh. Well, I did my best. At least Rainkit and Tigerkit can't say that I didn't do anything to help them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brightsky came to collect Moonkit when the sun had finally set. By then, the little silver and white kitten was too tired to walk on her own. She'd spent the rest of the day entertaining the elders while Rainkit, Tigerkit, and the others spent most of their time playing. After thanking the old warriors for their hospitality, Brightsky gently picked her kit up, taking her to back to their den.

Moonkit wiggled, bringing herself closer to Brightsky's belly as they got settled into their nest. She breathed in her mother's milky scent, feeling her body relax. The comfort of her family surrounding her was enough to coax the fluffy kitten into a gentle slumber.

But by the middle of the night, Moonkit became restless. A sense of foreboding had settled upon her and she couldn't understand why. Out of habit, she sat up and looked at the dozing cats which neighbored her. To her left, Rainkit slept clumsily half outside and half inside the nest. A strange panting sound could be heard hovering just above her head. The white and gray patched kit lazily opened her eyes to see what was causing the ruckus. Moonkit followed her sister's gaze, silently gasping as she noticed the huge shape lingering in the dark over them. The she-kits were met with freakish amber eyes. Red and white fur glowed in the light of the moon, entering through a hole the creature must have slipped through. A set of sharp teeth flashed them as the intruder licked its lips, warning the littermates of the danger they were in. A fox!

Rainkit let out a terrified shriek. She tried to scramble to her paws, which sent the creature into a frenzy. It yowled and sank its razor sharp teeth into her flesh, dragging her from her nest. It shook Rainkit wildly, splattering kit blood everywhere. Moonkit jumped out of the way; but not before being painted with the crimson remains of her sister. She pressed herself against Brightsky's belly protectively, fluffing up her fur. Instinctively her claws slid out, preparing for a fight.

The yowl had woken every kit and queen in the nursery. They all jumped back to stare in horror at the giant fox with blood dripping from its jaw. It dropped the shredded corpse of Rainkit instantly, its gaze sweeping over the startled residence of the nursery. For a heartbeat it looked frightened. Had it not realized how many grown cats lived within this tree?

"Rainkit!" wailed a tiny voice. Sparrowkit, one of Tigerkit's brothers, bolted out of his nest and straight towards the torn up carcass of the little gray patched kitten.

"No!" Smokekit yowled, rushing away from Magpiekit to stop the other tom. But it was too late. In a flash, the fox whipped around with a hungry howl, lunging for Sparrowkit  and pinning the fluffy tabby to the floor. Its reeled back a paw and smacked Smokekit aside, tearing one of his ears in the process. Smokekit scrambled out of striking range, avoiding another blow from the dastardly creature as it swung again; this time tearing open Sparrowkit's belly. It only took a few heartbeats for it all to happen, yet the disaster felt like it lasted seasons to one as young as Moonkit.

"Our kits! It's going to kill all of our kits!" Brightsky cried out, reaching for Smokekit to herd him back to her belly.

Speckleface, Silverhawk, Leafheart, and Sweetclaw let out vicious yowls, launching themselves at the intruding fox. Mapleshine picked up the badly injured Sparrowkit delicately, bringing him to the medicine den when given chance. Meanwhile, Brightsky gathered the remaining kits and led them to the outside of the dirtplace; the farthest point from the nursery they could get without leaving camp. She counted everyone, making sure no other kits had been lost to the vile red creature. Then she allowed herself to break down, collapsing to the floor in a fit of sobs. She grabbed Smokekit and held him close to herself, licking his injured ear between her cries.

Moonkit sat amongst her peers staring back at the den from once they'd fled. She was just as shaken as the rest. She felt overwhelmed. She could hardly process what was going on. But she wasn't afraid; just curious to know what was happening in the nursery now. Tigerkit had settled by her side at this point, giving her a few licks on the cheek to help her settle. Moonkit was grateful for her best friend's presence but she was too preoccupation to return the gesture. Out of the corner of her eye, Moonkit swore she spotted a cat sneaking away from the blackthorns to climb up into the warriors den. It was as if whoever it was did not want to be detected. Or perhaps they were rushing to the den to warn the other warriors of what was going on.

Curiosity got the better of the little silver and white kitten, bringing her to sneak away from Tigerkit's side and back to the nursery. The moonlight behind Moonkit illuminated the inside of the den from this angle. Inside, she watched as the four remaining queens fought off the unruly creature.

"How dare you intrude on a clan of warriors!" Sweetclaw yowled, jumping onto the fox's back. With her powerful limbs she was able to force it onto the ground. Leafheart joined in to push the creature onto its side, clawing at its flank furiously. The fox shrieked and twisted in response, trying to avoid her blows. Speckleface was striking the fox's head, aiming to slit its throat. But the fox managed to shake the attacking queens off, jumping back onto its feet as if it hadn't been injured at all. Speckleface hissed, launching herself at it from the front once more, meeting its open jaws with her unsheathed claws. She scratched at its face and eyes wildly, receiving hard, skin breaking bites in return to her limbs, neck, and head. She yowled, backing away as it drove its teeth deep into her shoulder close to her neck. In retaliation, Sweetclaw threw herself onto the beast once more, and was easily tossed aside because of her growing exhaustion. Though she was the Den Mother, Sweetclaw was getting up there in the years. Her bones were more brittle now and she was very close to retiring. Despite her age, she was never one to back down, though it wasn't often she had to deal with serious threats like predators attacking the nursery. The fox lunged, landing on top of her, tearing at her delicate belly. Sweetclaw cried out in pain as she tried to fight off the demon creature without luck, before eventually falling silent. Just then, warriors: Wolfheart, Greytuft, Spruceleap, Robinspots, and Blazestar all came barreling towards the nursery to help. Moonkit jumped aside, allowing them entrance before returning to her post.

Blazestar was the first warrior to strike, swearing vengeance on the fox for the murder of his dear friend, Sweetclaw. The fox snarled, turning on the leader and slicing open his neck with ease. Then it whipped back around, placing its focus onto the other cats. Moonkit gasped, watching the mighty tom fall. He was gurgling on his own blood, going limp only heartbeats after. He's dead! Moonkit's mind screamed in woe. But a moment later, she saw thn ginger tom twitch. He took one heavy gasp for air as he sat up, looking from the den entrance to his warriors, who'd taken over the battle in his temporary absence. Oh, he lost a life! Thank Starclan he still has some to spare, Moonkit breathed a sigh of relief. With the leader returned, the eight grown cats finally managed to defeat the dastardly fox once and for all.

By this point, the whole clan had been woken up by the noise. They all stared at the nursery, their eyes glowing green and yellow in the darkness. Their fear scent clouded the air around camp as the conquering heroes emerged.

Each cat was exhausted; drenched in the blood of the fox and their fellow warriors. Leafheart leaned against Blazestar, limping, her one leg bleeding badly. Speckleface had to have the help of Spruceleap and Robinspots just to stand up, yet alone walk. She was very weak and the damage on her was probably the most severe out of the survivors. Tigerkit ran over to be with her mother, picking up her tail tip in her jaws to keep it from dragging in the dust. Silverhawk carried Sweetclaw's limp body out slowly, sadness welling in her soft yellow eyes. A blood trail was left behind her as the dead queen's body was dragged across the leaf-litter hollow of camp. Finally, Greytuft and Wolfheart pulled the body of the intruding fox out, throwing it unceremoniously out into the clearing. The witnessing clanmates let out gasps of surprise and shock, hissing at the fox's carcass. Brightsky tried her best to block the kits' view, but most of them saw everything. Magpiekit let out a shrill cry, laying down to cover her face with her paws. Flamekit and Blackkit crowded around her, shielding one another from the horrific sight while Tigerkit sat by her mother's side.

Mothsong, the clan medicine cat, charged out of her den with a bundle of herbs in her jaws. She immediately began to work on the injured, trying her best to help them all. Berrykit, Tigerkit's youngest brother, padded over to watch the calico she-cat work. Mothsong worked especially hard on Speckleface who was now laying on the ground. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow and rapid. The wound on her shoulder which was so close to her neck continued to gush blood, even through the moss-cobweb mixture that dressed it. Her other injuries didn't look any better.

Berrykit did his best to assist the medicine cat, cleaning Speckleface's less bloody wounds. Tigerkit sat by his side to help, head bent as if praying silently to Starclan for their mother's recovery. Moonkit raced over to provide her friend comfort.

"She's lost far too much blood and is fading fast," Mothsong announced with grief. "There's nothing to be done that can save her. She's bound for the Twilight Passage now. But the least I can do is try to make her comfortable as she moves on to the next relm." The pretty calico pushed a couple poppy seeds into Speckleface's mouth to help ease her pain. Speckleface barely opened one of her eyes to look at her medicine cat with pain, but gratitude, then turned her weak gaze onto her kits.

"What about Sparrowkit? How is he?" asked Robinspots as he walked up to lay next to his dying mate, worry seeping in his sorrowful voice. Mothsong shook her head slowly and Robinspots lowered his ears.

"I will bring him to Speckleface so they can travel to Starclan together," she offered, fetching the dying kit to put him at his mother's side. The clan gathered around the bodies of their fallen clanmates, placed lovingly in the center of camp, while some went to discard the fox out in the dirtplace. Together, they watched the lives of Speckleface and Sparrowkit slip away into the night, their spirits becoming one with the stars.

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Stalking Darkness Allegiances

ShadowClan

Leader Rowanstar — ginger tom Deputy Tawnypelt — tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes Apprentice, Violetpaw (black-and-white she-cat with yellow eyes) Medicine cat(s) Puddleshine — a brown calico tom with blue eyes

Warriors Goldenheart — golden tabby tom Apprentice, Whorlpaw (pale brown-and-white tabby tom with swirled stripes)

Pinenose — black she-cat Apprentice, Flowerpaw (torbie she-cat with a bright pink nose)

Ferretclaw — white-cream tom with black legs and face

Mistcloud — spiky-furred, pale gray she-cat

Strikestone — black tom with a white chest and stomach

Wasptail — yellow tabby she-cat with green eyes

Grassheart — pale brown tabby she-cat

Kits Skunkkit — tortoiseshell she-cat with white markings, almost like stripes

Magpiekit — black-and-white tom with blue eyes

Stalkkit — gray tabby she-cat with long whiskers

Elders Ratscar — scarred, skinny dark brown tom

Shade — ragged, brown tabby she-cat with black stripes