#Stumppaw

[sunny-clan]

TW

befor anyone asks Honey branch if fine. just a little scratched up.

other than that thank you for getting to the end of year 3 its been great. end of year allegiances will be posted right after this.

Prev / Allegiances / Next

[willowclan-yt]

Willowclan Yr. 2 Apprentice Pictures

Pigeonpaw and Frostflick

Slumberpaw and Warmbubble

Dropletpaw and Batspots

Stumppaw and Fidgetleap

Warblerpaw and Warmbubble

[randomcatgen]

Stumppaw is a stubby apprentice with well-groomed, torbie and white fur. She is 12 moons old. She has upturned, dark brown eyes and a soft jaw. She is trustworthy and appreciative, but uncouth. She has a lot of friends, but she doesn't feel really close to any of them. She likes to braid her fur.

[phloxclan]

Moon 48

Stumppaw and Flaxpaw become warriors - Stumpcone and Flaxwhistle.

iPod 2 dies of greencough, and iPod retires to become an elder.

iPod's remaining kits become apprentices. Canopypaw - Teaselsky, Jumblepaw - Stumpcone.

Peatwish dislocates a leg, and she gets Weevilsun to help in the healer's den. Springsprout reassures Peatwish about something that was bothering her.

Pantherrise's wound is infected, and Fiercefern has a runny nose. Fleckpaw has recovered.

Copseshiver and Springsprout had 5 kits! Drykit - Brown rosette tom with heather blue eyes, insecure, careful listener. Storkkit - Red rosette tom with hazel eyes and long fur, quiet, lover of stories. Hollykit - Brown ticked tabby tom with heather blue eyes, daring, quick to help. Murkkit - Red/orange speckled tom with hazel eyes, attention-seeker, picky nest builder. Webkit - Brown molly with sunlit ice eyes and long fur, know-it-all, lover of stories.

A patrol finds an injured loner who joins the clan. Whisper - Brown speckled tom with amber eyes, 112 moons old, cunning, impressive climber, lore keeper.

Moon 49

Windpaw earns the warrior name Windhoney.

Pantherrise dies from the infection.

Fleckpaw (previously Pantherrise's apprentice) is now apprenticed to Flailbubble. She trains extra hard to impress her new mentor (and probably from distress) and hurts her paws.

Jumblepaw comes out as nonbinary.

Aspenkit has been acting out.

A kittypet joins the clan. Orchard - Red nonbinary cat with pale blue - emerald heterochromia, white bow collar, 81 moons old, insecure, prophet.

Moon 50

Riftbeam gets sprayed by a skunk.

Fleckpaw and Peatwish recovered.

Coppersight's chronic pain flared up.

Gullpaw, Grovepaw, and Shrubpaw become warriors - Gullflick, Groveglide, and Shrubfoot.

Sprites:

Previous - Next

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

There's Someone In Your Nest (short story)

First: Sprouting Thorns - Magpiepaw and The Thorn-Tom (Magpie POV) - Wattpad

Previous: Sprouting Thorns - Thorn Den - Wattpad

============================

Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before Myrtlewing caught Alderstar’s scent on the wind, mingling with Hootpetal’s. Their voices danced with the breeze as they spoke together, growing as they neared the thorn-entrance. 

Hootpetal noticed Myrtlewing first, and she blinked at him in surprise. “Did you wait for us?” she asked. “Were we supposed to meet?”

“No,” Myrtlewing told her.

“Grousemane’s not keeping you up, is he?” Alderstar scratched at an itch behind his ear. “Or has he returned and snoring louder than a dog’s empty stomach?”

“She’s not snoring much.”

“Then why are you–” Alderstar stilled, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing in confusion. 

Hootpetal looked much the same. “‘She’?”

Myrtlewing nodded. “She.”

Alderstar cleared his throat. “I think five’s a bit of a crowd–”

“She’s an apprentice,” Myrtlewing explained, “probably a few moons older than a kit, if I had to guess. Stumppaw brought her.”

“An apprentice?” Hootpetal repeated, shocked. “Here? How? She must have gotten lost–”

“How could she become so lost that she wound up in the Dark Forest?” Alderstar questioned. “It wouldn’t be the first time an apprentice found themselves here,” he grunted, then looked to Myrtlewing. “Is she safe?”

Myrtlewing shrugged, “I didn’t lay a claw on her, if that’s what you’re asking. But you should know, she’s laying in your nest. Unless she decided to sneak off, that is.”

Alderstar shared an uncertain glance with Hootpetal. “What do we do? Just walk in and frighten the daylights out of her?”

Hootpetal shook her head. “Or the alternative–avoid our own nests because a young apprentice is sleeping in them?”

“One of them,” Myrtlewing pointed out, unsure why they were making such a huge deal out of this. “She already knows that you’re coming anyway. I’ll just tell her now.” He turned around and ducked inside, ignoring the ‘wait!’ and ‘Myrtlewing!’s called after him. 

Following the trail he had initially led Magpiepaw through, he entered the hollowed den, shaking out his pelt for no other reason than to make noise to tell her that he was there.

Though the noise was quiet, Magpiepaw jumped from the nest, twisting in the air, and scratched herself on one of the protruding thorns. She squealed in pain, rubbernecking to assess the damage.

“Great, bleed all over the floor,” Myrtlewing chuckled, amused. He padded toward her, looming over her head so that he could lick at the scratch on her back until the droplets stopped flowing. “There,” he said as he walked away, “now there won’t be a mess.” It wouldn’t bother him, but Alderstar would complain about it getting in his nest, Hootpetal would fill the space with fret after fret, and Grousemane–he’d probably be fine. The thought of the three reminded him of what he needed to tell the young cat, so he looked over his shoulder at her. “Alderstar and his mate are back. They’ll be coming in soon.”

Magpiepaw nodded quickly, curling in on herself. 

Myrtlewing, meanwhile, sat down calmly and observed her subtly. She seemed strange. There was a spark of fear–no, stronger–terror in her eyes that flared up at the very mention of more cats around her. As a young cat in the Place of No Stars, wariness and fright were to be expected, but Myrtlewing suspected something more. The terror began before her death, while she was still alive. He tilted his head. But not throughout her whole life. If it had been a long time, he thought, she wouldn’t be acting the way she was, like the situation she was in was unfamiliar and strange. Well it was, but–

Myrtlewing’s path of thoughts were cut off by the shuffling of branches. “We’re coming!” Alderstar called a warning a few heartbeats before he stepped out into the hollow, followed by a wide-eyed Hootpetal. 

Hootpetal was first to hurry to the young cat’s side, sniffing all along her pelt. “Are you okay, little one? Are you lost? Did you die? Are you hurt? Is there someone you want me to take you to?” Magpiepaw’s pelt visibly fluffed further at the onslaught of questions, but Hootpetal didn’t seem to notice. 

“I hear you’ve taken my nest,” Alderstar stated. It was clearly an attempt at jest to ease the air and calm the she-cat down, but the apprentice apparently took it as anger. 

To Alderstar’s surprise, to Hootpetal’s, to the surprise of everyone who might hear about this, to the surprise of every dead or living soul, and most of all, to the surprise of Myrtlewing, Magpiepaw ran across the den and to him, huddling in a ball and burying her face into his side. 

Unable to form a coherent thought for what was probably the third overall time in his entire life and death, Myrtlewing could do nothing but stare and blink, and then stare and blink at Alderstar and Hootpetal.

They blinked at each other for who knew how long before Grousemane made his entrance, stumbling slightly on his paws. He opened his mouth, lips quirked upward to likely crack a joke, when he noticed Alderstar and Hootpetal hadn’t moved their attention from Myrtlewing. He followed their gaze and saw the bundle of black fur pressed against him. “Uh..” He tilted his head, words slightly slurred. “Is Myrtlewing a dad now?”

===================

@ambitiousauthor @starfalcon555 @wills-woodland-warriors @liberhoe @umbranoxs @elementaldeityoffood @frightnightindustries

[jay-drinks-gasoline]

moon 33

stumppaw, jetpaw, mallowpaw are all aprentices

[wills-woodland-warriors]

The Pit Tw: Drowning 

TawnyKit kicked at the dirt with her small white paw, huffing as she laid down on the flattened dirt. She could still feel the phantom touches of bugs crawling on her, and the scratches on her shoulder burned. 

Dada had said that they would heal. But it’s been who-knows-how long and they still dripped and stung. 

In a blink of an eye the sky flashed above and a loud crackle sounded through the darkened sky. 

It began to spit, washing mud off of her fur and causing her paws to sink. 

She curled up around her paws, head ducked under her paws to stay dry. 

 - 

She couldn’t breathe. 

Her lungs ached and her ears rang as she struggled against the surface, the water far above her head and causing her to have to swim desperately to stay afloat in the pit. 

Her paws scraped at the walls, trying to grab onto something, anything. 

She gasped for breath with every sip of the waves, and tried to hook her claws into the mud. It slipped out of her claws, dropping her down into the water and knocking her head against the ground as another boom of thunder sounded. 

She was going to die a second time. 

Her whole body burned with straining muscles and she felt bile rising in her throat as she screamed into the storm, begging for anyone to notice her. 

Maybe her dada was right, maybe she was meant to die out here.

A strike of lightning lit up the top of the pit, revealing a cats figure shadowed by the rain. 

For a brief moment she thought it was her father, and she wasn’t sure if she was meant to be terrified or relieved. 

Nonetheless, the strange cat pulled her out by the scruff, and for the first time in many moons she felt grass. 

Her joy was covered by a fit of coughs racking her chest, her fur so cold the white spots might as well have been LeafBare snow. 

The cat nudged her, and she flinched away in instinct. They picked her up, and as she hung limply in the strangers jaws, her head spun and she cried out for her family. 

 - 

She looked so much like HornetLeg. She was so small, and mud covered. Her already thin fur clung to her pelt leaving the ridges of her ribs exposed. 

LoonFur stood awkwardly at the entrance of the den, and FleaThistle gave her a warm look. 

“Thank you for leading me to her. If you hadn’t heard the cries and ran for help I think she would have died,” 

LoonFur gave him a quick smile, saying she was glad she could help, and ducked out of the den to head back to her own before the mud became too steep. 

FleaThistle leaned down and began to lick the kit clean, ignoring his own dirty fur. 

After he’d groomed her, he padded the moss around her small body to keep her warm. 

He ducked out of the den, blinking against the strong rain pouring into his eyes. It was  difficult to get to JackDaw and FernDoe’s den in the storm, his paws slipping and the muddy water going up to his shoulders at times. 

He glanced up at the trees when he heard a branch crack, and saw GremlinFrost’s small frame staring down at him. 

“FleaThistle? What are you doing out?” 

FleaThistle hauled himself onto a tree stump just out of the mud so that he could stand without sinking. 

“I need to talk to FadingStar,” He panted, blinking back tears as the mud stung the cuts on his torso. 

“In this storm? Head back home, I’ll get him for you,” the blue eyed tom shook his head, and his voice sounded far too old for his age. He was barely an apprentice, and FleaThistle’s heart ached, wondering if he was alone out here. 

 - 

She woke up in a small den, thin, twig like roots from a tree stump poking out of the walls and brushing her fur. 

TawnyKit whimpered, lifting her head as she pulled herself into a sitting position. 

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a small, brown-grey tom poked his head up, carrying a mouthful of leaves.  

TawnyKit blinked, tagging in the sight of cuts lacing down his fur, chunks of flesh held on with poultices and bandages. 

His ear was almost completely missing, more so a stump. Despite his injuries, somehow she felt calm. His eyes were warm. Kind. 

He looked  though, almost fearful. 

“Who are you?” She coughed, her voice hoarse.

“My name is FleaThistle! And.. and you are?” 

“TawnyKit,” she chirped, tucking her tail over her paws as she shivered, her fur still slightly damp. 

The tom—FleaThistle—nodded, placing a few leaves in front of her. They were a bit crunchy, but she ate them anyway. 

“Do you remember what happened?” He asked gently, sitting down in the nest next to her. 

At the back of the den, two small brown toms were curled up, snoring lightly. Their nest was decorated with pebbles and feathers, and FleaThistle gave them a warm look before turning back to her. 

“I remember drowning. And someone pulled me out,” she sniffed, her pelt prickling and ears flattening at the memory. 

“Well.. that was me. Do you know if your parents are here?” 

“My dad, HornetLeg. My clan said he was a bad cat,” 

FleaThistle froze, before shivering and leaning over to smooth his pelt down. He took a few deep breathes. 

“I’m sorry sweetie, but he’s not here anymore.” 

She nodded, pressing her paws into the moss bed to ground herself. 

“I can take care of you, if you’d like. My husband and I spoke about it and we’d be happy to,” His voice was soft, gentle. 

TawnyKit thought for a few moments, looking around the comfortable den, and into FleaThistle’s kind eyes. She’d be safe here. 

“I’d like that,” 

———

I’d love to know what anyone thinks of this! 

LoonFur, JackDawFoot, and FernDoe belong to @residents-of-the-darkforest 

FadingStar belongs to @liberhoe 

StumpPaw belongs to @ambitiousauthor 

HornetLeg, FleaThistle, TawnyKit, GremlinFrost are my characters 

[starfalcon555]

What was your thought on how Tartail could die?

👀

So, basically, my idea was that Webstripe would kill Tartail after falling in love with Lupinefrost and learning what Tartail did to her. He also kills Tanagerwing after learning about the Begonialeaf thing and maybe Frondecho after bonding with Stumppaw.

He still ditches Lupinefrost after she has their kits tho (which I have names for if you want to hear them 👀)

[pixxyofice]

SOME OF THE FIRST APPRENTICES LETS GO??

(me pulling lakestripe away) No

oh..... this could be an apprentice crew... for fanclans....

[duchessdoodles]

Stumppaw! He’s shaped like a rectangle.

I do commissions! Message me if you’re interested!

[willowclan-yt]

Willowclan Year 2 Lineup!

Things are starting to go arry as Willowclan concludes its second year!

Dovestar is growing restless and erratic as she takes her dedication to Starclan and the Warrior Code further, she unnerved her clan by aggressively exiling a former kittypet Coalseeker tried to invite. She also manages to influence a certain she-cat into something she wanted to wait for.

Logdaze and Frostflick had kits despite the latter wanting to wait, they had four kits yet only two remain, Pigeonpaw and Stumppaw. Their son, Dropletpaw, went missing when he was caught by twolegs and their only daughter, Slumberpaw, was killed by wounds she recieved from the porcupine.

Honeypaw and Goldpaw recieved their warrior names, Honeystem and Goldmallow! They recieved their names late but they're just glad to have them. Bleakpaw was also named Bleaksmoke as she became a full medicine cat.

Three more new faces joined the clan, all former loners. Fidgetleap, a she-cat who's secretive about her past, yet she's already proven to be loyal and reliable. And Drizzlegale, who's brand new but he's willing to give Willowclan his all once he heals. Finally, Warblerpaw, who was brought to camp as a kit by her mother, who then was apprenticed and ready to take on the world!

Things are starting to get interesting huh?

Individual refs below!

Dropletpaw, currently lost and likely living as a kittypet.

[willowclan-yt]

New warriors, new kittens, and..not so new revalations.

Willowclan concludes its third year, and Dovestar continues to fall further and further into hysteria, taking her faith in Starclan to extreme levels, causing harm to those around her.

Batspots and Coalseeker announce their relationship and soon enough, had their son, Pebblekit, who will become an apprentice in no time now!

Logdaze and Frostflick had their second litter almost immediately after their first was apprenticed, yet another instance of Dovestar's influence. Their elder kits, Pigeonpaw and Stumppaw, earned their warrior names, Pigeonpeak and Stumpdawn, and they're taking the clan by storm alongside the also recently named Warblerfeather.

Some new faces joined the clan, most notably that of the ex-loner turned mediator, Cougarlight, and his two daughters, Sandpaw and Poppypaw. Unfortunately, Poppypaw was taken away by twolegs alongside her mentor, Logdaze. Another former loner, Eaglepaw, was also taken in as a kit but an angry porcupine took her life.

Fidgetleap almost revealed herself to Logdaze as his lost mother but she never got the chance, leaving her to feel the guilt of possibly never seeing him again.

There's more but you'll have to watch the video to see all that's happened this year.

Individual refs below!

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

yea lol the only fadingflea kits i knew abt were the first litter, stumppaw(iirc), and tawnykit

You did know of the first born litter, I believe! I saw a comment you left, but it probably took like a second to write so I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot that (lord knows I forgot so mannnnnnnnnny things)

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Squirrelscar

Aliases / Nicknames: Killer, Stain of WindClan, My Love, Papa, Best Mate in WindClan, Squirrelstar

Gender: male

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unnamed mother, Branchmoss( father), Shimmerwhisker (stepmother), Sloebeak, Strawfreckle, Stumppaw (sisters), Wheatpelt, Peat (mates), Scorchkit, Treeblaze, Rosykit, Birchsmoke, Troutshine, Tigerpaw, Brindlekit, Daisypaw, Coniferpaw, Oliveshiver, Silkstar, Dahliatooth (daughters), Caterpillarsplash, Bravekit, Nightkit, Coalpaw, Honeyfern, Patchkit, Adderthroat, Boughmouse, Oakbubble, Stoatquiver, Lightningshimmer (sons), Elmpaw, Olivekit, Pinepaw, Fleetkit, Drizzlekit, Siltstalk, Blossomkit, Lightkit, Irispaw, Brokenthud (granddaughters), Whisperacorn, Bigdapple, Canopykit, Poppykit, Nutdrop, Canopyember, Butterflypaw, Weaselkit Fishpelt (grandsons), Mothpaw (great-granddaughter), Burdockpaw, Branchkit (great-grandsons)

Other Relations: Bayheart (mentor)

Clan: WindClan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: loving, brave pathfinder, good teacher, has exceptionally shitty luck

Number of Victims: 2

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: tripping, throwing onto Thunderpath

Known Victims: Foxash, Treestar

Victim Profile: warrior, leader who constantly reminded him of his first crime

Cause of Death: 1: badger 2: whitecough, old age 3-9

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Honestly, the Clan had no idea how he pulled it off. Killing a full grown warrior as a newborn kit? Without help? Who in their right mind would believe it?

But believe it the Clan did, and so he was treated like a criminal for the first full-season cycle of his life.

After that, things settled down, but some things never changed.

When he and Wheatpelt welcomed a litter of three, he went to his family to tell the good news, only for his father and step-mother to tell him to get out of their sight.

Unfortunately, his good luck didn’t last.

His Scorchkit, his baby, dead of kittencough! He wailed and cried over the little body for hours, then redoubled his care of his remaining kits.

Those two kits grew into great warriors, and he and Wheatpelt soon decided to have a second litter, which blessed the couple with six kittens!

Unfortunately, StarClan was not feeling kind that Leaf-fall. Not only were two of his precious kits stolen from his life, but his sisters to boot!

A mere two moons later, Rosykit, on the eve of her apprentice ceremony, died of yellowcough.

Then Coalpaw, lost to greencough.

And then, the turning point.

He approached Treestar to ask for something, and the leader sneered down his nose, and said:

“You will never be able to outrun your guilt.”

His world stopped.

He wasn’t strong enough to protect his babies, barely strong enough to protect himself, and this rotting maggot had the audacity to bring up the crime he had committed before his eyes were even open!?

His long-lasting temper was starting to fray, which was worsened when Patchkit died of a claw wound. He once again went to Treestar, his idol, only for Treestar to say ‘The blood of your victim stains your paws. I hope it haunts you.”

Distressed, he spoke to his firstborn son, only for Caterpillarsplash to say that he never found Squirrelscar convincing as a warrior.

When he went to his Wheatpelt, his love, his one and only, she turned away in anger, saying that she could’ve trusted him once.

And then it clicked.

They thought he murdered his own son, his own precious kit.

Much like the murder that tarnished his infancy, how he didn’t snap then was a mystery.

But eventually, he couldn’t stand the backhanded comments about the deaths of his babies.

Treestar was found on the Thunderpath with his lives stripped clean out of his pelt.

Much to the shock of everyone, and in a move that probably made Treestar do flips in his grave, Crouchstar promoted Squirrelscar to deputy!

He never expected to go so far, so fast.

Suddenly, he was no longer the Clan pariah. He was respected, honored even.

His kits had kits, precious little bundles of fluff nonetheless afflicted with his cursed luck.

It was rare for his kin to make it to adulthood, but something else was about to change dramatically.

Crouchstar died, leaving Squirrelscar--now Squirrelstar--to take over the Clan.

His lives ceremony was… something else.

Coniferpaw, his daughter, gave him a life for happiness.

Ferretglide gave him a life for sympathy.

Mapledawn, his son, Adderthroat’s, mate gave him a life for clear judgment.

Magnoliawhisker, a former medicine cat, gave him a life for duty.

Almondacorn gave him a life for courage.

Springdapple, the mentor of his son, Boughmouse, gave him a life for strength.

Jaggedtuft, the mentor of his grandkit, Butterflypaw, gave him a life for endurance.

Siltstalk, his first grandkit to reach adulthood, gave him a life for friendship.

Finally, Crouchstar gave him a life to overcome his fears.

Through his lives ceremony, he should’ve been happier, but he kept looking for his lost family. Where was Wheatpelt? Where were the rest of his babies?

He moped, but was soon distracted by his new responsibilities.

Until Peat, his second love, died, birthing their last litter of three.

He started slipping after that, dozing off from reality as the Clan seemed to fall apart.

When Oakbubble died, rather than promoting a competent warrior, he promoted his own daughter, Silkspeckle, to the position instead, letting her run things while he moped in the sun.

Many would later say that he died of a broken heart.

But others would say he was haunted. Many would claim to see a dark tabby figure lurking beside him, whispering poison into his ears.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

--I think I mentioned on another post where a newborn kit killed a warrior that it's probably some luck like the warrior went to see them and just so happened to have an aneurysm when they entered the nursery or the kitten touched them, or they died the same day--but the Clan is super stupid and superstitious that they believe the baby caused it.

[phloxclan]

Moon 39

Copseshiver and Springsprout have 2 kits! Shrubkit - Gray rosette molly with hazel eyes and long fur, bossy, careful listener. Fleckkit - Ginger tabby molly with heather blue eyes and long fur, noisy, quick to make peace

Umberstar will always love Lilacbat but has decided to move on.

Mottledleaf was injured fighting a hawk. Halfpaw dislocated a leg. Stumpkit has heat exhaustion. Yellowtalon sprained a paw.

Fiercefern is stuttering when talking to Lemonlily.

iPod appreciates Bouncekit checking on her.

Thistlepaw catches a lizard!

A kittypet asks to join the clan. Bluebriar - White and silver masked tabby molly with cobalt eyes and long fur, flamboyant, formidable fighter

Moon 40 - Summer

iPod is expecting kits!

Thistlepaw earns the warrior name Thistlefreckle. After the ceremony he slips out of camp to be on his own. He also injures part of his body that he has no feeling in. The wound goes unnoticed until it is infected.

Sloemallow's kits are apprenticed. Daypaw - Aspenswipe, Teaselpaw - Weevilsun, Riftpaw - Lemonlily, Stumppaw - Fennelspeckle.

Springsprout sprains a paw tripping over a root. Peatwish is once again the only healer. She considers taking an apprentice.

Peatwish tells Coppersight she may have chronic pain from her previous dislocation.

Moon 41

Stumppaw, Yellowtalon, and Halfpaw have recovered.

Fiercefern goes missing for a few days.

Bluebriar thinks Peatwish is very helpful, and Peatwish gets Bluebriar to help in the healer's den.

Starlingkit has heat exhaustion. Squirreldapple fought the large dog and was injured. Aspenswipe has heat stroke.

Halfpaw is impressed with Riftpaw.

Dogpaw and Grovekit realize they have a lot in common.

Bouncekit plays moss-ball with Daypaw.

Sprites:

Previous - Next

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

@ambitiousauthor so Stumpflower or Stumpstripe?

maybe Stumpsand, Stumpstone (opposite of flowers or water)