#Swiftclan-other

[swift-clan]

Hi! I saw some people doing this so I decided to do something similar too!

Since I don't know what I am doing, some stuff may change (sryy)

Everything will be pretty improvised although I may be a few moons ahead of what I'm drawing!

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Main blog: @Rayth_0h

I go by either Ray or Rayth! And I go by any pronouns!

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Tags I will be using:

#Swiftclan-ref - References of new cats or new refs of old ones

#Swiftclan-moon - For each time a moon passes

#Swiftclan-asks - Character asks or questions for me

#Swiftclan-others - Anything that doesn't fit in the tags above

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These are the cats I'll be starting with:

[swiftclangen]

Hello! After all this time, I've finally made a ClanGen blog! My main blog is @kittieshauntedourfantasy, and my WC sideblog is @warriorcatshauntedourfantasy.

More info is under the cut!

Cats of Swiftclan (updated 4/16/24)

LEADER:

Oceanstar - a long-furred ginger and white she-cat (named by @zoeyslament)

DEPUTY:

Courtneycloud - a long-furred light brown tabby she-cat (named by me)

MEDICINE CAT:

Goldenleaf - an unusually spotted golden-brown and white she-cat (named by @anyasmindpower)

WARRIORS:

Mischaheart - a long-furred pale ticked tom (named by @confess-thy-sin)

Haroldpelt - a dark ginger tabby and white tom (named by @xxgalacticambitionsxx)

Katniss - a long-furred brown and white she-cat (named by @ghostearthling)

APPRENTICES:

Snow Miku - a long-furred dorsal-striped dark gray and white she-cat (named by @gengar-pixel-2)

Honeypaw - a light brown/ginger tortie she-cat (named by @random-things-from-a-cat)

General Things (updated 3/8/24)

I may skip moons if some of them are boring!

My style may change! I'm always trying to learn new things regarding my art, so some drawings may look different from others.

I will probably simplify some designs, as well as take creative liberty with them! I don't want anything to be too boring, but I also don't want anything to be too complex.

Tags (updated 3/8/24)

#swiftclan updates - exactly what it sounds like

#ask swiftclan - asks for the cats of SwiftClan

#asks for court - asks for me

#extras - basically director's cuts of things! Maybe they're here because they didn't make it in the final post, maybe they're sneak peeks, etc.

I will tag TW/CWs

I will tag cats

I will tag seasons

I will use tags from my main blog! Some of these are #courtney's rambles, #courtney's doodles, #courtney's mutuals, and #courtney's vents.

Thank you so much if you read all of this! I hope you enjoy the stories of SwiftClan, and may StarClan light your path.

[bonefall]

If Fire and Swift make their own clans, and if Tiger gets to stay in Starclan as founder of Tigerclan, would Fire and Swift be allowed in Starclan as 'founders' of Fireclan/Lionclan and Swiftclan/Leopardclan? What if Fire is father of Hawk, Moth, and Tadpole/Frog? Since he left and joined Bloodclan at one point. Also, say the dogs still got loose and still killed Swift, how would Fire, Bramble, Twany, Golden and Tiger deal with it? Would Tiger watch his kids more, especially since the Fire happened shortly before Swift's death, and that had caused him to nearly lose both Bramble and Fireheart? Ashkit and Firekit being good friends would be a great mirror to Whitestorm and Tigerclawstar's friendship, too. Who would Tiger mentor Firepaw too after Bluestar's death? With Swiftpaw and Tigerclawstar dead, would Firestar have an easier time of desolving Tigerclan back into 3?

Would Swift and Fire get into StarClan?

I'm ruling that the Founder Exception kicks in when your Clan is stable and will last a while. So Tigerstar gets into StarClan this time because TigerClan was inherited by Firestar.

Ergo, if SwiftClan/LeopardClan and FireClan/LionClan survive, Fire and Swift will get into StarClan no matter what they do in life.

That said I think this is still only applicable to Swift, Fire's defined as a character by making ruthless choices for the greater good, and snatching mercy and compassion from the jaws of his violent circumstances. I can't see him going to the Dark Forest.

The Dogs & A Premature Death of Swift

If the dogs kill Swift in this timeline, it wouldn't be related at all to a Tiger scheme. He has no need to do it; his coup succeeds and he becomes leader of ThunderClan.

(Swift WOULD be a warrior by this point, though, Tiger wouldn't delay his ceremony.)

I think it's more likely that Tigerstar learns of the dogs, finds it bizarre that they're loose in the woods, but constructs a patrol to deal with them. It could be the case that Swift is overeager to prove himself and gets mauled to death because he refuses to run. (Though I think it's likely that Fire would be there to save his ass)

SO ANYWAY the real meat of this question is how the family would react to the premature death of Swift, right?

I think it'd be too much for little Bramble. Too much death and pressure at a young age; he wouldn't want to engage with combat or the expectations of being Tigerstar's son. I think he would want to become a medicine cat after this, but get forced into being Fire's apprentice.

It would work out timeline-wise that Bramble goes with his older brother into BloodClan.

For Tawny, I think it would be shocking to Fire to hear her say, "He shouldn't have been dumb, it's his fault!" Sounds EXACTLY like their father. Fire would know that Swift only died to impress Tigerstar, and he'd suddenly worry Tawny will meet a similar fate.

Or worse. She really will be the next Tigerstar.

Goldenflower and Fire are predictably mortified. They're very similar people. I don't know how much it would really CHANGE though, since they're already pretty horrified by this point.

Tigerstar reacts a lot like Tawny, but it comes from a place of pride. He can't let it be his fault because Tigerstar never blames himself, so he just blames Swift for his own death. He gave him an opportunity and Swift blundered it one last time.

The Fire

I think the purpose of the fire in this AU would be another moment where Fire himself feels conflicted about Tigerstar. Tigerstar and him would charge back in together to save everyone, and I think they'd be able to save both Bramblekit AND Patchpelt. Tiger loses a life to do it.

It's another of those moments where Fire can't see him as completely bad, respecting his power and bravery.

After this, with the territory devastated, ThunderClan would be forced to start taking land from other Clans as it recovered. Fire would see it as a necessary evil with this renewed sense of respect for his dad... but still feel wrong about the whole thing.

Firepaw's Mentorship

I think it makes sense Tigerstar would mentor his own kid, yeah. It's kind of a taboo for fathers to mentor their own children, but when he's leader he makes the rules.

"Only the finest for my son." Firepaw clearly traumatized next to him

On that note, Tigerstar's first deputy would be Whitestorm.

[nagitoedit]

i have an old like concept art though of the leader or at least one of the wc oc group 3 members

^ computer file info says i made it feb 22 2022 . hehe 22 02 2022

^ and this was like concept ish art of group 1 leader (from sept 2021). idk if i have a name for them and i have a specific idea of how they are in my mind but idk how to explain it. think of the cold cut semi stoic woman leader trope sorta thing. except she is niceys but just a bit like. not purposefully closed off just naturally quieter and not as expressive. this kinda gets the idea across that i want her to have a kinda gray but mottled fur pattern and also heterochromia my best friend. my thoughts on group 1 is that theyre kinda more varied than the other 2 groups looks-wise.

^ art of oakfrost also from group 1 (from nov 2023), shes been planned to be the doctor but we will see. she was originally an attempt at a warriors sona uhhhh . a million years ago i dont want to have to look through my old da acc to find out exactly when </3 but she ended up drifting from that and became her own like separate entity. she also used to have shorter fur. in contrast to how i used to have long hair as my hair got shorter hers got longer lawl. shes niceys :3 and she cares about you. shes the one to tell you to drink water please

theres also 2 other set characters. silverstone and gingerclaw also from group 1. originally group 1 was called swiftclan lawl but not anymore.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Cavestar

Aliases / Nicknames: Cavegleam

Gender: male

Sexuality: pansexual

Family: Figaroleaf (mother), unnamed father, Frogwhistle, Dawntooth, Carnationwhistle, Pineclaw (sisters), Sweetpad (mate), Fumblefur, Sunnytalon (daughters), Avalancestripe, Mousenight, Bristlespeck (sons), Cragstreak (kit)

Other Relations: Flipbellow (mentor), Lilydusk, Lilynudge, Newtleg (apprentices), Stormmark (Dark Forest apprentice)

Clan: WhistleClan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: ADHD, declawed, charismatic, keen-eyed, good hunter, prone to anger

Murder Motive: kills to feel a sense of relief

Number of Victims: 32+

Number of Murders: 32+

Murder Method: infected wounds, he’s not picky!

Known Victims: Moonfleck, Ashenheart, Whimsyfoot, Lavenderlightning, Partridgehollow, Vineflower, Heronquill, Several unnamed SwiftClan cats, all Black Rabbit victims by proxy

Victim Profile: anyone

Cause of Death: killed by Cavernfilt

Cautionary Tale: do not let vengeance take your soul

Story: 

Heard from the medicine den while catching bugs…

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen this before in plenty of other cats. He just needs a little extra support.”

Heard from his mentor…

“In Dark and Star’s name, how do you know all of this?”

Heard from his leader…

“I name you Cavegleam.”

Heard from his Clan…

“Cavegleam! Cavegleam!”

Heard from his closest sister…

“Hurry! Twolegs are coming this way, we need to hide!”

Heard from his mate….

“Cavegleam! I thought the Twolegs took you! I thought you were….”

Heard from his medicine cat.

“I’m so sorry.”

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Cavestar. It sounds nice, doesn’t it?

I wouldn’t know. It’s not mine.

Well, it did. A small relief for a cat in such terrible pain.

Are you still in such pain now?

Oh yes. But I did find some sort of relief. I felt it after Ashenheart challenged me, and I watched Moonfleck’s vigil from the Spire. A sort of calming. Any usual cat would be ashamed. I felt euphoric. But soon, it was replaced by more pain.

Please continue. I’m here to hear your story after all. Huh. Here to hear.

I had lost a part of myself. But to find relief, I had to kill. It was difficult, doing it to my own Clan. I had to make sure I wasn’t discovered. SwiftClan was easier. Killing in the heat of battle in a vicious war was better. But I had been discovered. Cavernflit had found out, poisoned me, and killed me a second time.

Well, you killed.

But I can help.

Well, alright.

Additional Information: 

--Submission by @frightnightindustries

--Frogwhistle is the closest sister, she was his first deputy.

--This ties into the Black Rabbit Legacy storyline.

--Some members of WhistleClan have animal friends. Cavestar doesn’t, but all members of the Black Rabbit Legacy have a Black Rabbit as a companion that only they can see, that points out murderers and evil in the Clan that was gifted by Cavestar, but in exchange the members of the Legacy had to sacrifice their afterlives to live in darkness.

--Cavestar's other deaths are also known. They are:

Life 1 -> wounded by fox

Life 2 -> drowned in river

Life 3 -> snake bite

Life 4 -> infected wound

Life 5 -> greencough

Life 6 -> fell from tree

Life 7 -> snake bite

Life 8 -> poisoned (by Cavernflit)

Life 9 -> killed by Cavernflit

[fancytacopaper]

The teams above are the moderation teams for my Warriors RP Discord server based around my 12 FanClans: RidgeClan, SwiftClan, CreekClan,WhisperClan,StormClan,NightClan, DuskClan, BreezeClan ,TideClan, MistClan, FrostClan and ThornClan .

Leadership team : The team in charge of the server.

Weather team: Team in control of what kind of weather will be in the RP.

Event team: Event team will come up with events for the server ,both in RP and outside of it.

Art & writing team: Art & writing team will come up with art/writing (non-RP/RP-based) prompts for the members.

News team : News team will be in control of the news considering the _Clan news and server news.

Advertising team: Team that will advertise the server and will be in control of the advertising chat,where people will be able to advertise their own servers.

If you have any questions, comment below.

[necromatador]

More Songclan cats!

Splashskip, joined offering his healing skills.

Galestripe, challenged Eggstar and was punished and scarred by Mossyfog.

Thunderdapple, lost his tail to a fox and buried it in a ceremony to gain closure.

Swiftwillow, whose leg was mangled in a fight against a rogue cat and who was killed by a fox.

Fallingclaw, adopted by Badgerplume after his mother died. Died in a fire.

Poppytuft was born without a tail, and was scarred in a fight against Swiftclan.

Starlingstar, successor to Eggstar, a wandering warrior until they joined Songclan.

Hillstripe, born to the Clan and too clever by half. Disappeared in the night along with 5 other cats/kits.

Partridgeears, a strict follower of the Warrior Code, who was murdered and cursed to the Dark Forest by Thornblur.

Thornblur, who mentored Partridgeears and later murdered them and cursed them to the Dark Forest.

[keiagosden]

Mossclan sketches. I don’t actually think I’ve posted much of mossclan, if any. They are my thunderclan/skyclan-esque clan. Their camp is a large oak tree, with the leader den in a hollow at the top, working down the tree to the elders and nursery deep among the roots, easily accessible for them and able to be watched over constantly by warriors and clanmates higher up.

Mossclan has a lot of internal politics drama, and with a small rural two leg place nearby is one of the two clans that tend to pick up the most loners and ex kitty pets. Swiftclan picks up a few from the campsite bordering them, and steepclan less from the same campsite. Diveclan doesn’t really border anything twolegs related and doesn’t see much in the way of loners.

Left to right top: Flamepaw and their sister Butterflypaw. Butterflypaw’s mentor has some questionable ethics, but Butterflypaw idiolises them. They are very jealous of their littermate as Flamepaw is a natural when it comes to their training and is a determined and brave cat. Flamepaw just wants to love on their sister, and Butterflypaw wants none of it.

Next is Dappledsun, an elder who was forced to retire early after protecting their new kits from a badger attack, which killed their mate, and injured them. They have a badly twisted front paw and lost one of their back legs. At 70 moons they still want to fight for their clan, but probably shouldn’t be on the front line. Hollytwine is one of the kits they were injured protecting. They’re a bold, agile cat and is blunt enough to remind their father to sit down and help the clan at camp.

Bottom left to right: Hollowthroat. Hollowthroat is a cut throat cat who just likes chaos. They wake up every morning and choose violence. Their scars are from killing a kitty pet as an apprentice. They tell the clan the kitty pet drew claws first, when in reality they went out of their way to chase their victim down to practice a level of violence that was generally frowned upon when training with other apprentices. They’re a silver tongued devil who just likes to watch the world burn.

Scotchclaw and Bladepaw. Despite being only two moons older, Scotchclaw is mentoring Bladepaw. Both are loners/ex kitty pets who joined the clan to survive. Both are waiting for the other paw to drop, and lean into Kiteslash and her ideals as they’re paranoia causes them to struggle to bond with clanmates, and they thrive under Kiteslash’s strong ideals and plans.

TL;DR these are some murder cats. I have put way to much effort into describing these stupid furballs, but I get sad when I see characters and don’t get any indication as to even their name. So. If anyone else likes the look of the cats and wants to know, there you go. If ya didn’t wanna know then.. thanks for looking at my doodles hope you liked them for your eyes. I’m on a lot of painkillers. Have a wonderful day, with cats.

[esevoire]

update :))

im not sure if im satisfied with this or if ill keep tweaking it but for now, this is what im settled on!

it was a lot of fun trying this and was honestly more fruitful than. all of my other attempts to paint digitally lmao

more info on him below!

Deadeye was the second and final leader of The Gorge before it was reinstated as MistClan and rejoined the other Clans.

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In the universe of my Clans, Deadeye appears in my first fic, The Trail of Centuries, and is the main antagonist through most of that book. After the Clans recover from his treachery, the elders decide to tell his story to young kits to frighten them (and, of course, to pass down their histories).

He followed in the footsteps of his foster father, Crowstar, and severed their ties to the ancestors of Silverpelt. He took it so far, in fact, that upon receiving his nine lives he rejected the name of a leader and forbade his healers from traveling to Starfalls with the other medicine cats. Shortly after, he prohibited all talk and teachings of StarClan and the territory of the stars. These actions very nearly destroyed their ancestors' ability to watch over them, and the next generations of warriors grew up without the knowledge shared by most Clan cats.

As the moons passed, Deadeye grew hungrier for more land and power. Unlike his predecessor, Deadeye does still attend Gatherings, though it's mostly to see the other Clan leaders squirm at his mere presence—he'd bring only his strongest warriors for intimidation, alongside his healer.

With many strong and loyal warriors at his disposal, Deadeye often launched attacks on border patrols. Time and time again, he stole land along with the lives of other Clans' warriors. Eventually, it got so bad that the other leaders worried for the survival of both BlazeClan and SwiftClan as a whole.

Eventually, his desire for power crept back into his own camp. Nobody really knows when Deadeye's downfall began, but he was unapologetically at fault for the deaths of several young cats within The Gorge. Two of his own kits along with an apprentice named Brownpaw died as direct results of his orders and his decisions—even when it was his own kin, Deadeye never showed remorse, let alone a single sign of ending his path of warfare with the Clans. If anything, he only became more volatile.

These acts continued until he was eventually killed by a warrior named Spottedpath. After moving on to Silverpelt, the Great Three sentenced him to an eternity of isolation in The Place of No Stars, where ancestral guardians are tasked with watching over him from their own realm.

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It's an unknown fact to most, but Deadeye, despite his distance from Silverpelt, was often visited by an ancestor from The Place of No Stars. In StarClan, it's speculated that this was, in fact, the late leader Crowstar, whose starless existence has since been struck down by the Great Three. However, some rumors say that there's another forgotten ancestor visiting the dreams of the unsuspecting—posing as a member of StarClan while twisting and manipulating their victims' views of the other Clans.

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Program: IbisPaint X, ~7 hours

[frogmanwritings]

Whiteheart’s Decision | Chapter Twelve

List of previous chapters here.

Fandom: Warrior Cats Words: 7,259 Rating: Teen Links: Deviantart, Fanfiction

"There you are. Legs feeling good?" Dogface's brittle tone asked the apprentice, who only nodded in response. "You and I are going to do some battle training with Russetfox and Peachpaw. Russet says that Peach has been progressing well in her training, so hopefully the two of them along with me can get you back on track." With that, the scarred warrior got himself back up onto his paws, giving his fur a quick shake before heading for the exit. Whitepaw followed behind, seeing Fernheart speak with Pantherpelt, her belly looking very round at this point. Soon.. He thought, knowing she was going to kit very soon. Which would mean that he's soon to be not the youngest cat in the clan. There was optimism to find there, along with being able to see life born into the clan for the first time, but there was something missing in all that. The father. Fernheart still refused to say who she mated with, and no male in the clan has spoken up about it. The mate-less toms are the prime suspects, Sunsight, Pantherpelt, Firefrog and Duckthroat. Dogface... didn't seem like the sort of cat to settle down with a mate, Duckthroat had a previous mate that passed, which left Pantherpelt and Sunsight. Fernheart though seemed to hate Sunsight's guts, especially after having an outburst after the Swiftclan battle, and Fernheart and Pantherpelt were friends, so he seems to be the most likely. But a few had speculated that Fernheart was unloyal to the clan and mated with a non-Darkclan tom. Whitepaw remembered Smoothstep remarking a time where a queen in the clan when he was just a kit didn't disclose who the father of her kits was and it ended up being a Swiftclan tom. He also said he heard about it happening a few other times in other clans, though he didn't know the exact details. "So, there is a Gathering tonight.." Dogface's voice broke up Whitepaw's thoughts, which the apprentice silently thanked him for. "..with your legs healing up well, Redstar wanted me to inform you that you're going to come... if you want." He finished, shrugging awkwardly as the two padded along the forest. "Sure.." Whitepaw clumsily responded, "Things are going to be pretty awkward with Swiftclan there.." Dogface only nodded his head with a snort, "Yeah.." The warrior seemed content in just walking silently to where he was told to meet up with Russetfox and Peachpaw, but with the subject on Swiftclan, Whitepaw felt that this was the best opportunity for an explanation for what he did in the battle. "Dogface-" Whitepaw called to make sure he had his attention before continuing, "-why did you and Burrclaw try to kill that kit?" He finally asked, wanting to get an answer that made the situation less horrible in his mind. Dogface didn't reply at first, almost as if he didn't hear the question, before a sigh escaped his mouth. "Do we need to talk about this now?" "Yes." Was Whitepaw's answer, stopping in his tracks and sitting down, much to the frustration of his mentor. With a exasperated grunt, the scarred warrior turned back towards his apprentice and stood mere inches from him, his broad muzzle so close to Whitepaw's that he could smell Dogface's gross breath. "It was Burrclaw's orders, alright? She tossed the poor thing at me and I think you saw the rest." "You never listen to Burrclaw!" Whitepaw growled, meeting his mentor's gaze. There was a few seconds of silence afterwards, with Dogface's gaze swaying to his left and right. Finally Dogface spoke once again. "She told me it was direct orders from Redstar. In the heat of battle, I wasn't thinking clearly. If Redstar had given special orders, he wouldn't have given them to just Burrclaw." He tried to explain, "But I listened because I thought she was telling the truth. With all the fighting, I didn't have much time to think." Whitepaw sat in silence for some moments, letting what Dogface just told him process in his head. His explanation did make sense, Burrclaw was perhaps the meanest cat in the clans, watching the way she taunted a young cat like Eelpaw on the patrol battle already had gave the apprentice a bad first impression with her. But now with her pinning down a queen, forcing her to watch her kit nearly get murdered... there was little questioning where she leans on the good to bad scale. But Dogface had also seemed to enjoy tormenting the kit, tossing it around before finally trying to apply the finishing blow. And the way he almost killed Groundpaw and almost attacked Cactuspaw... he wasn't exactly 'nice' either. "Can we get moving now?" Dogface asked, already beginning to walk away, "Russet and Peach are going to wonder where we are." He added in, and with a big sigh, Whitepaw sat up and began to follow. "Yeah.." He reluctantly answered, padding alongside his mentor. I'm keeping an eye on you. He silently told Dogface, not entirely convinced by his answer. Training had gone good, besides the awkwardness of Whitepaw and Dogface's conversation beforehand. Peachpaw bested Whitepaw in each and every test, her reflexes and quick thinking often beating out his routine battle moves. Thankfully, she was humble in victory, leaving only Dogface looking at him like he was a loser. Whitepaw didn't care much though, she was two moons older than him and had more training time, he would catch up eventually. Russetfox had brought up she and Peachpaw had caught the scent of some badgers not far away, think they're the same that Fishstar warned them about, which worried Whitepaw. Hopefully they just travel through. The four returned to camp, their training session taking a few hours, so the sun had begun to set. Below Redstar's den was a small group of cats, Whitepaw immediately recognized the ginger pelt of Blazesong among the crowd, along with the dirty fur of Ocelotfur. Others like Pantherpelt, Blackcloud and... Clawpaw were among the pack. "I'll let Redstar know about the badgers, you go down into that group." Dogface told him before turning and heading the way of Redstar's den. Slowly walking forward towards the crowd of cats, Whitepaw couldn't help but notice Peachpaw sticking to his side. "You... going to the Gathering too?" He awkwardly asked, to which the she-cat proudly nodded. "Going to be my first Gathering! Russetfox said I was doing so good in training that I earned it." Whitepaw blinked, furrowing his brow. "Your first?" She had been an apprentice for quite a few moons now, why hadn't she gone to a Gathering before? Peachpaw shrugged, "I'm not sure, I just guess I wasn't doing good enough before to go to one, but Russetfox made sure to praise me these past few days, so I think Redstar thought I was good enough in training to go now." She answered, soon after letting out a purr. "I guess you can help me how to behave at a Gathering!" "Uh... are you-" The white tom began to speak, only to get cut off by a third party entering the conversation. "I wouldn't recommend that, Peachpaw." Ocelotfur's high-pitched voice's was the one to come and ruin any sort of enthusiasm Whitepaw potentially had in the encounter. "Don't you remember? Whitepaw went and sat with most of Clawclan his last Gathering, lucky he came back with all his whiskers. You'd be better off learning from someone like Clawpaw or just sticking with Russetfox." The young warrior told the apprentice, shooting a half-sympathetic look over towards Whitepaw. "Oh.. ok. Talk to you afterwards, Whitepaw." Peachpaw said, a small pout crossing her face before it was replaced with a smile, bumping cheeks with Whitepaw before trotting back over to Russetfox, words being exchanged between the two, the two glancing back towards him before they walked further away over towards Firefrog and Cactuspaw who were playing, with the spiky black tom wrapped near fully around the body of his mentor in a tussle, inciting unheard chuckles from the she-cats. Ocelotfur then padded over to the cat whom he had interrupted, rising a slim paw to flick his ear. "Don't worry, I got your back." He stated with a grin, only to tilt his head to the side as the apprentice developed a perplexed look on his face. "What was that for?" Whitepaw asked, the confusion on the warrior's face telling him that he didn't mean anything malicious by the act, but it was still.. rude of him to do. "I thought you weren't comfortable. She was sticking to you like a burr and you looked off." The dusty-pelted tom explained, even raising a paw over his face and put on a rather odd face, which he supposed was suppose to be him mimicking. "Seemed like you weren't quite up for the date." While Whitepaw did feel, well, just a bit awkward with the closeness of the she-cat, it wasn't something he particularly disliked. Plus getting that confidence in going to the Gathering would've been appreciated, since his last time was such a disaster. But having that point being brought up once more and deterring a potential partner, he found himself not looking forward to going back as much. "Besides, maybe it's best you just stick to someone who is more experienced in Gatherings. I know it can be pretty distracting, all the unfamiliar faces, but I'm sure you more than anyone wouldn't want a repeat of last time." Ocelotfur continued, his words while not carrying any crudeness, still did sting just a bit, causing the apprentice to glance away momentarily. "There won't be a repeat of last time." The deep voice of Redstar came to his son's defense, and the imposing leader eyed up the brand-new warrior with a piercing gaze. Right away, Whitepaw noticed that while Ocelotfur was now a warrior, he still hadn't fully outgrown his apprentice body, Redstar greatly outsizing him, and the weight behind each of their voices holding a great difference too. And it seemed that Ocelotfur wasn't quite prepared for his leader to intervene either, seeming a bit flabbergasted before speaking up. "Oh, of course. I was just suggesting that maybe Whitepaw should have someone more experienced accompany him?" He suggested, tongue running over his teeth anxiously while those near-scarlet eyes bore into him. "Or maybe-" "I think I will make that decision, Ocelotfur." Redstar soon cut him off, raising a paw to silent the dusty-furred tom. "I understand that you're a new warrior, but.. try not to get too antsy around cats not assigned to you. Maybe when Fernheart's litter is born and is of age, you can make decisions for them." That answer lit up the eyes of the young warrior, Whitepaw being able to tell he was just imagining being a mentor by the swishing of his tail. "Uh, sure thing Redstar! ... Say, think I could lead a patrol anytime soon?" Ocelotfur, clearly excited, asked, earning a grunt of annoyance from who he was asking, and the white-furred apprentice couldn't help but snort. The warrior clearly still had that youthful excitement to him, and a spirit that matched the speed of his legs sprinting through the woods. And while that could be seen as endearing to some, Redstar's reaction seemed the opposite, just annoyed and irritated. But a look over at his son, who couldn't help but side with Ocelotfur on this manner, and he sighed and relented. "If I let you lead the dawn patrol tomorrow, will you leave me to speak to my son?" A quick nod and the newly-assigned warrior was off, running into the chatting group of Brownfur, Firefrog and Cactuspaw, seemingly to share the news, finally leaving the two kin alone, at least for the moment. "Maybe I should've waited longer before giving him his name." Redstar sighed, though not without a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes which was rare, especially after their defeat to Swiftclan just days ago, before staring down at his son, amusement replaced with a bit of adoration and seriousness. "But... he does have the right idea, I think it'd be best if someone stuck close to you for this." Whitepaw, while a bit disappointed, couldn't really complain or protest without feeling dumb, and thus a small nod followed. "Good, I'll have Oakpaw stick with you. You two are friends anyway, so it shouldn't be much of a 'punishment'." The leader stated with a small purr, uncharacteristic kindness coming from him that the apprentice last recognized from when he was just a kit, being shown how to take down leaves. "And... well, you and I haven't spent much time together ever since your apprenticeship, so I was thinking that we could go on a patrol where I could see how your training has came along." That perked up Whitepaw, his tail waving from side to side in excitement, only for Redstar to chuckle and shake his head. "No, it's not going to be an official evaluation." That sapped a bit of irrational excitement out of him. He knew he was too young for such a step in his apprenticeship. "It's just... you were happy when I was training you as a kit, right?" The black tom asked, glancing away for a few moments before meeting his son's eyes again. "Of course...?" He answered with uncertainty, confused by his father's sudden softer and unsure side. "Good, good... Swiftclan was an unseen conflict, I hadn't thought that they'd invade our territory so soon after our last battle... I know you didn't like it, a lot of cats didn't.." Redstar's eyes then raised over, and following them, Whitepaw found the two of Duckthroat and Pantherpelt speaking together while eating a robin and a mouse respectively. He remembered what Duckthroat had told him before the battle, to run away if he was hurt. And maybe if he did, Elkheart would still be alive... "Maybe it was a bit much and I'm sorry, but leadership, it's... stressful. But the point is that I haven't spent as much time with you as I would've liked. The only reason that you aren't my apprentice right now is because of potential backlash. A father, let alone the leader of a clan mentoring their son? I was already showing you plenty of favoritism making you an apprentice before you were 6 moons." "Where are you going with this?" Whitepaw couldn't help but ask, not wanting to be rude but his father was seemingly rambling at this point, and the Gathering was set to start soon. "Point is.. I love you, Whitepaw. So, you and I on patrol tomorrow, you show me what you've got, I teach you some things, and we just spend some time together like father and son?" Redstar finally offered, looking down into the apprentice's blue eyes with his own amber gaze, hopeful. And well... how could Whitepaw decline? His father had practically spilled his guts out to him in a brand new act of care and honesty, having only seen the meaner sides of him ever since earning his '-paw' name. He missed that gentler side from when he was a kit, protecting him from bullies, teaching him, letting him sleep in his nest... "Sure thing, father." Whitepaw answered with a purr, which was returned with a purr of the black tom's own, however Redstar's response was cut off by the approach of Blackcloud. "We're all ready to go, Redstar." He stated, to which he earned a nod in response. "While you're here, why don't you go and fetch Oakpaw? He'll be joining us." The leader then ordered, the gray and black warrior returning the nod and padding off to the apprentices' den. "So... are you really letting Ocelotfur lead the dawn patrol?" Whitepaw couldn't help but ask, purring as a smile curled on his father's face. "Well, co-leader isn't too bad, is it?" "So... when another clan cat approaches you and asks for clan secrets, you...?" "Tell them everything you know in fear of conflict?" "Good, you're on the right track! Now how about when they ask for you to join their clan?" "Well I don't like anyone here, so might as well see what their cats are like." Whitepaw and Oakpaw were chuckling as they, along with the rest of the Darkclan party, were walking their way over to the Gathering area. Oakpaw was 'testing' Whitepaw on just what to do in certain scenarios at a Gathering, and so far, he was doing excellent! "And what about when another clan cat sits with your clan?" The brown tom then asked, stifling a purr as his friend put a pout on his face at the reminder of his actions his last Gathering. "Oh.. now that's just unacceptable! You pounce on them and give them a few slashes, rules be damned!" Whitepaw said in a deep, mimicking voice, dropping into a pouncing position momentarily to the amusement of Oakpaw, who's whiskers were twitching and tail swishing behind him. "But seriously..." "I know!" The two kept talking, their back and forth earning some attention from their clanmates. Peachpaw shared her brother's amusement, while Pantherpelt let out a purr or two to their antics. Others weren't quite as amused however, Clawpaw had ran forward to avoid hearing the two talk, though Whitepaw could've sworn that he heard him chuckle before passing, while Brownfur simply let out some annoyed grumbles. "Hey, just making sure you do!" Oakpaw said in his defense, bumping shoulders with the white-furred apprentice. "At least we're going early, so we'll have some time to actually chat with the other apprentices before needing to get back to our side." With that sentence, Darkclan finally arrived at the Gathering, passing through some bushes into the open area, a hare gnawing on some flowers noticing the group and instantly bolting away. Whitepaw was half tempted to give chase, but as per Gathering rules, there were to be no hunting on the grounds. "Great..." Redstar's groan caught Whitepaw's attention, and turning his head, he noticed that the rabbit had bolted in the open moor where Swiftclan resided... and there was Swiftclan, led by Mountainstar. Their group of cats halted once in the area surrounded by forestry, and right away, their leader locked eyes with Darkclan's. Moments passed, and the tabby-spotted tom walked over, sitting down by the four stones in the center, tongue digging the grass out from between his paws. Things got rather awkward quickly, most of each clan sticking away from each other, though some hisses and growls were exchanged between the warriors. No doubt they hadn't forgotten what had occurred just days ago, when Darkclan invaded Swiftclan's camp in an attempt to vanquish them, only for things to go poorly and they were forced into a retreat. The act of invading another clan's camp was cowardly and against the Warrior Code, but not only that, but they had killed their deputy, Elkheart. While Whitepaw was just trying to save his mentor from being killed by her, he still couldn't help but feel guilty over the matter, having blinded her and leaving her defenseless to the attack of Dogface's. "Well... let's go talk to 'em." Oakpaw whispered to Whitepaw, who let out a snort and stretched his haunches, legs a bit sore from all the walking it took to get here. But that green gaze remained on him, not a twinkle of sarcasm or amusement in his eyes and he soon realized that he wasn't joking. "Are you serious? They'd tear us up!" The leader's son protested, only for the brown-furred tom to remain still. "At a Gathering? I don't think so. Plus it's not like Forestclan or Clawclan are going to show up anytime soon, so we might as well try." A grunt escaped Whitepaw's muzzle, but eventually, he stood up fully and nodded, walking beside his friend over towards a group of smaller cats. The apprentice instantly recognized the wide body of Groundpaw among them, who glanced up from the chatting group to eye the two cats approaching them. Those gleaming yellow eyes narrowed down suspiciously, but not with much caution. Among them were also a black and white she-cat, a long-legged brown tabby and a calico she-cat that Whitepaw recognized from the border battle as Eelpaw. "What are you two up to?" Groundpaw's voice alerted the others of the Darkclan's apprentices, who turned their heads to meet the two. "We just wanted to chat, Groundpaw. I.. know that you don't quite like us right now, but maybe-" Oakpaw began to speak, staying strong in the face of four cats who clearly did want to see him right now. However, the growl of one of the apprentices cut him off and the dusty brown tom stepped forward between the five. "It's Groundrunner now. Helping running you invaders off helped get me that title." The newly crowned warrior spoke, locking eyes with Oakpaw. "Secondly, your clan invaded our camp, wounded us-" The tom lifted up one of his forelegs to reveal a tuft of fur missing underneath, a scar in its place. "-and even killed our own deputy. Elkheart was a great cat, she was even my mentor, and I wouldn't be nearly the cat I was without her. Not only me, but the rest of the clan." Whitepaw gulped, ears flattening and shoulders slumping at the mention of the deputy, but he kept his mouth shut as the newly named Groundrunner kept speaking. "I even recognize you two from the border... just before we were attacked. I've not been around long enough to know what you and your clan is about, but the point is, we're here just want to enjoy ourselves. This is my first Gathering as a warrior, Longpaw's and Grasspaw's first Gathering as apprentices and Eelpaw has a big announcement once all the clans are here." Oakpaw himself looked guilty from the glint in his green eyes, but he kept a firm stance and kept his gaze on Groundrunner. "Well... in any other case, I'd congratulate you, but obviously you don't want that. So.. at least from me, I'm sorry for what's happened." He meowed with a sad smile, turning to Whitepaw who nodded up in agreement before letting himself get brushed away from the Swiftclan cats, already whispering about the encounter while the two apprentices made their way back over to the Darkclan cats. "Well that sucked." Whitepaw sighed, Oakpaw nodding in agreement while Clawpaw stepped forward, shaking his head. "Now why did you think that THAT was a good idea?" The brown and black tom asked, and for once, the white furred apprentice couldn't disagree. Of course Swiftclan cats weren't going to want to talk to Darkclan cats in a casual setting. "I thought maybe we could apologize to them and they'd at least... tolerate us? Show that we aren't the meanies that they think we are?" Oakpaw shook his head, stepping forward for a shoulder rub with his brother, who instead took a step back. "We don't have anything to apologize for. They went onto OUR territory first, remember?" Clawpaw insisted, narrowing his eyes. "We didn't force them out of their camp, but we sent a big enough statement to make sure they don't try it again. That's just more lives they're risking." Whitepaw couldn't help but roll his eyes. Even though the obnoxious apprentice had a point, he went about it in such a... aggravating way. "And we aren't risking anything by invading their territory in return? Rainstorm is dead, Clawpaw. I nearly died during that battle! If you weren't there.." Oakpaw slowly trailed off, looking again to his brother for comfort, but being declined once again. "But you didn't! And if any cat tries that again, I'll rip them in two, I promise." "But what if you aren't there next time? What if you're assigned to stay in camp while I go and attack a patrol because one of their cats decided to take a mouse from us? What then?" Oakpaw seemed almost desperate in how he spoke to Clawpaw, and Whitepaw couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was trying to get sympathy, some sort of empathy out of his kin, but they just... refused. He was turning into a Dogface or a Burrclaw. Battle first, feeling later. The shaking of some bushes caused Whitepaw to raise his head up to see the pretty tortoiseshell coat of Cloverstar leading Forestclan into the Gathering area. Perfect. "Come on, Oakpaw. Forestclan is here." Oakpaw needed a distraction, and, well, he DID want to talk to the other clans' apprentices while they were here. White fur pressed against brown, Whitepaw lead the apprentice away, giving Clawpaw a final glare before turning his head to focus on the new group of cats that arrived. "Don't let him get to you, he's just a mousebrain." "He isn't, that's what's frustrating. He should know that this isn't the way to go... right?" Oakpaw sighed, welcoming the feeling of his friend's fur on him. "Hey, maybe we're the mousebrains, who knows? Right now, let's just focus on meeting some apprentices and having a good time." Whitepaw insisted, and his companion just nodded solemnly. And it was a good time, relatively. Oakpaw's spirits raised quickly chatting it up with Dirtypaw of Forestclan, while Whitepaw inquired about Splashkit to Cloudear, happy to learn that his adopted daughter was doing great, almost ready to become an apprentice and having enough energy to tire out a bear. Quickpaw, Forestclan's only other apprentice, hadn't been able to make the Gathering, so speaking with a warrior instead was alright, Cloudear being kind enough to tolerate the apprentice. Eventually, Clawclan arrived, which meant there wasn't much time before the four leaders assembled and called the clans together. "You know, Dirtypaw... he's kinda cute." Oakpaw chuckled while speed-walking over towards Clawclan, Whitepaw following and eventually taking the 'lead'. "Really? But he's literally called Dirty!" He responded with an amused purr, to which the apprentice nodded his head. "Mhm, and Blazesong was belly deep in mud from her last patrol around the lake, but I didn't see you complain!" "We're comparing Dirtypaw to Blazesong now?" "Why not?" Whitepaw just snorted and shook his head, eventually reaching the Clawclan group and being able to recognize a few cats from them. Snarl-Lip, Tanstripe and Smallpaw, all three from his patrol by the lake in which he learned about Ratstar, who was killed by rogues at that border. Along with them was a bright orange tabby tom, a yellowish she-cat, a black tom with white stripes and a dark gray she-cat with bright green eyes. "Hey, don't worry, I think you're cute too." Oakpaw then whispered teasingly, before bounding over to introduce himself to the gray and white apprentice. Whitepaw, at first was amused, and then slowly realized that... maybe he was serious? He just thought that he called Dirtypaw cute for the joke of it because of his name, but now? Well, he wasn't too sure. The concept of a tom liking other toms was new to him, but not necessarily bad or anything. Maybe I'll talk to him later about it. For now, rather than question his friend's tastes, he stepped forward to also greet Smallpaw, noticing a fang jutting out of his mouth, as sharp as a claw. He was called 'Smallpaw' for a reason, given how he could still pass for a kit, but he wasn't about to say anything about that. "So you're Whitepaw, the underaged apprentice?" Was the first thing that Whitepaw heard the Clawclan cat say to him. Well, so much for respect. "You're one to talk with those legs, you look ready to curl up with Antheart right now." Oakpaw chuckled, taking the direct approach rather than Whitepaw, who was trying to think of a more... subtler way of putting it. And instead of being angry or annoyed, the apprentice just shrugged it off. "Got me there, I do miss the early rest times and the body warmth. But I could still kick your flank, Oakpaw." Smallpaw playfully growled to the Darkclan tom, who responded with a swish of his tail. "But you know what I mean. Sandpelt, or Sandpaw as you knew him from your last time, said that a Forestclan cat said you were too young to become an apprentice." He continued, to which Whitepaw shook his head. It was true, but he wasn't about to tell Clawclan cats that. "And you believed him? That cat probably had too much smell of oak in his head to think clearly. All those trees can't be good for you." He defended himself, trying his best to look cool and confident about it, though also turning around to make sure the cat in question, Cloudear, didn't actually hear what he said. Smallpaw just shrugged in response, "Hey, I'm not taking any sides, I'm just asking." He meowed, glancing up towards the large stones and purring. "Uh oh, looks like you better hurry your way back." Turning, Whitepaw's eyes widened. Redstar, Mountainstar, Fishstar and Cloverstar were all each on their stones, and it seemed that they were exchanging a bit of idle talk before calling the clans together. "Move, move, move!" Oakpaw told Whitepaw, shoving him forward over towards Darkclan's group, to which he happily moved forward, practically sprinting his way over. "Clans, gather!" Cloverstar's call happened just as Whitepaw skidded and halted behind Blackcloud, Oakpaw soon following him, sitting on his haunches. "Proud of you." The warrior turned back to tell the white-furred apprentice, who just nodded his head, looking eagerly up towards the leaders in anticipation. He just caught the gaze of Redstar who had picked him out of the crowd and nodded his head towards his son with a smile. "Thank you all for making it to this Gathering." Cloverstar spoke loud, addressing the four clans while standing up straight. "Mountainstar has declared himself to be the first to tell you how Swiftclan is doing, promising big announcements to the rest of us. Mountainstar.." The tortoiseshell she-cat then stood back, nodding her head towards the slim tom, who then stepped forward. That anticipation soon turned to anxiety, having forgotten about the Swiftclan conflict for the brief time he and Oakpaw took talking to the other clans, and now, that glint in Mountainstar's eyes... there was no way he didn't tell the rest of them the truth now. "Thank you, Cloverstar. Firstly, I would like to apologize to you all. Apologize for my dishonesty in how I addressed you before and the lies that I told in order to try and protect my clan." The tabby-patched tom began his speech, claws dug into the stone and his voice unwavering. "Moons ago, I said that a border patrol of ours was attacked by rogues. That was a lie. Instead, it was Darkclan that had attacked that patrol." Murmers broke out in Swiftclan and Clawclan, as well as the feeling of eyes being put directly onto the Darkclan group. Whitepaw's clanmates themselves were quiet, while Swiftclan kept mostly quiet too, seemingly knowing just what their leader was going to tell everyone. "In an act of peace, and what others may see as an act of cowardice, I lied about this encounter, in hope that further attacks wouldn't occur. I told my clanmates to not act in any sort of revenge towards Darkclan, and while some of my clanmates disliked this, I know it that they listened to my word." "That's a lie!" Clawpaw shouted out, which only prompted more reaction out of the other clans, to which Whitepaw couldn't help but hunch his body down between his shoulders, ears flattened to his head. Really had to shout that out, huh? "You know we never touched your side of the border!" The large gray she-cat by the name of Steelfur yelled out in retaliation, seemingly half-ready to pounce into the crowd of Darkclan cats to shut up the apprentice. And just looking at Clawpaw, he seemed eager for a scrap, because of course he was. "My warriors said otherwise, Mountainstar. My own examination confirmed that your cats had crossed the border." Redstar finally spoke up, his voice just a pitch quieter than Whitepaw was used to do. "Or perhaps you just smelt what you wanted to do. Everyone here knows that you aren't shy when sending your warriors to battle, I'm sure your own cats would admit such." With that last statement, the apprentice glanced over towards Pantherpelt, who he recalled speaking of the harshness of living in Darkclan previously. The dark blue tabby however didn't show any emotion from the sentence, orange gaze firmly on the Swiftclan leader. "But moving on, this is an act that you can't deny. Just days ago, my clan awoke to a frail elder in our camp. Rainstorm was her name. She looked lost, afraid.. in need of help. And I was ready to provide such until the wind alerted us of... others. Practically all of Darkclan were ready and waiting and swarmed our camp." Mountainstar continued, his last words enticed shock out of the two other clans, as it should. An ambush on another's camp was just plain wrong, no matter how you tried to spin it, and the hisses and growls that came from Swiftclan's side was justified. That didn't mean that Whitepaw had to like it. "An attack on our own camp. Such a frail elder such as Rainstorm never stood a chance, and was killed in the beginnings of the battle. Only a coward would've put her in the center of it all, and I feel nothing but grief for her, dying like that. Not only were our warriors and apprentices attacked, but also our own elders, our queens and even our kits. Windkit is proof of this, having his tail torn from her body by Darkclan warriors while his mother could do nothing but watch. He is now called Tornkit, as a reminder to us of the cruelty that we had faced that day." Tornkit...? Whitepaw shuddered at the name, surely to become 'Torntail' when he was older. The mention of the attacks on the kits near caused an outrage between the clans, the matter turning so close to conflict that the apprentice could almost feel the bits of saliva fall onto his fur from the hissing Swiftclan was doing. "And in the end... I'm sure you all have noticed that my deputy, Elkheart isn't here. That is unfortunately because she too, was killed in this. She died defending the nursery from the savages attacking it, even with the wounds that she had endured in the border ambush. She was a proud and noble warrior and would've made a fine leader when it came time. Thundertail shall take her place as deputy, though nothing will be able to replace what Elkheart brought to Swiftclan." The hissing briefly stopped as Swiftclan cats lowered their heads to grieve their fallen deputy, and Whitepaw couldn't help but do the same. Elkheart.. Starclan, whoever's up there.. please forgive me. The feeling of fur pressing against his flank led him to look up however and notice Oakpaw keeping close to him in comfort. Did he even know why he was so upset? Regardless, he welcomed the closeness, needing it right now in the face of scrutiny. "Thankfully, we were able to drive Darkclan out of their camp with no more fatalities, and in the wake of this cowardly attack, I was able to crown ourselves a new warrior for their exceptional bravery in such conflict. Groundpaw, without him, there may have been more lives lost, and I couldn't be more thankful and proud of him. From now on, he shall be known as Groundrunner." The Swiftclan leader continued, the announcement of the new warrior earning brief cheers, though most were still in shock about the news of the ambush. "Along with him, we are preparing for the worst, another attack, and thus.. against the Warrior's Code, we have two new apprentices, both under six moons in Longpaw and Grasspaw. Steelfur and Elderclaw will mentor them respectively." There was a bit more shock there over the Warrior's Code being broken, but obviously, Swiftclan was getting more sympathy than outrage over this decision. They have every right to be cautious... plus it wasn't like they were the only apprentices who were under six moons at one point. "Finally in news of ranks, Eelpaw has diverged from her warrior training and is now under mentorship to both Rockshade and Ravencall. She showed great promise in the aftermath of the battle, helping our two stressed medicine cats in helping our injured cats, and when asked, she happily accepted this opportunity." So that's the big announcement. Whitepaw thought, unable to bring himself to look over towards the calico she-cat to see her reaction to it all, only knowing that she looked nervous during his only experience seeing her in combat. But even then, that was against Burrclaw, the nastiest she-cat in the clans, everyone flinched on occasion when she looked their way. "And with that, I would like to say that while wounded, our clan is still strong, our medical supply had dwindled, but we should be able to restock it for winter. Our warriors will be ready for any attacks, and anyone of those that do decide to attack us will see that for themselves." Finally Mountainstar wrapped up his speech, stepping back and sitting down, leaving the clans and even the leaders stunned at his words. Cloverstar looked over towards Redstar, who met the gaze head-on, but it was difficult to tell just what emotion was in the two's eyes. And just glancing around, the aggression had slowly dwindled down, but the burning distrust in the other cats towards Darkclan was unmistakable, and honestly, it really sucked. "I.. well Clawclan would like to start by saying that we are deeply sorry to Swiftclan for the casualty of Elkheart and to Wind.. Tornkit and his mother. We would be happy to donate prey, medicine or fortification to them if Mountainstar would allow such?" Fishstar stepped up to talk, glancing towards the Swiftclan leader after his last statement, who nodded his head. "That would be very kind of you, Fishstar." The young leader then returned the nod before facing back towards the clans, "Now, onto Clawclan, we have been doing great as of late. Prey has been prosperous, our younglings are growing strong and we have welcomed new life in the clan. Queen Frostflower has given birth to two bright kits, named Squirrelkit and Spottedkit!" Clawclan of course was proud of that announcement, and while others cheered, it was clear that emotions weren't very positive after the previous announcement. "Not only that, but we've got two new warriors that have passed their tests and shown that they were more than ready for the upgrade. Sandpaw shall now be known as Sandpelt, while Dustpaw will now be known as Dustcloud. Those who wish to test Clawclan will see for themselves how far they've come and how we're only becoming stronger by the day." Fishstar wrapped things up, light blue eyes looking towards Redstar, no doubt telling him that they'd be ready if they were the next victims of an attack. And the black tom responded with a firm look of his own. Even in the face of adversity, Redstar wasn't about to show that he was shook. The rest of the Gathering went by without anymore drama. Cloverstar shared the passing of elder Bluesky, as well as news of plentiful prey and that Mossyfur's litter of kits were about ready to become apprentices. Redstar didn't share much, only stating that the badgers were still present in their territory, reiterating the passing of Rainstorm, as well as mentioning Ocelotfur and Blazesong becoming warriors. Warriors being announced were usually cheered, but there was barely a peep among anyone this time... thankfully neither of the two were there to witness it, something that Redstar probably saw coming and saved them the embarrassment. Once he was done, Darkclan couldn't leave quicker, rushing out and back to camp. Whitepaw kept close to Oakpaw, thankful for his presence, even if he could feel that the tom wasn't in very high spirits himself. Then again, neither was anyone else. Having everyone get told that your clan was horrid and a group of ambushers... it sucked for morale, but... there was always tomorrow, even if he wanted to just do nothing but sleep....

[fancytacopaper]

Hi. I'm currently looking for staff for my Discord RP server based around my 12 FanClans: RidgeClan, SwiftClan , CreekClan, WhisperClan, StormClan, NightClan, DuskClan, BreezeClan, TideClan, MistClan, FrostClan and ThornClan.

The server is currently in the middle of construction so I'm looking for staff for it. If you have any questions about it, PM me.

[fancytacopaper]

Link to my Discord server ' Secrets Among the Clans' based around my 12 FanClans: RidgeClan, SwiftClan, CreekClan, WhisperClan, StormClan, NightClan, DuskClan, BreezeClan, TideClan, MistClan, FrostClan and ThornClan along with a few Twolegplaces.

If you are interested in becoming a moderator , please tell me.

[esevoire]

guess who’s back

“i’ll finally start on those canon character sketches!” i say as i start my 100th sketch bundle this week. pleasehelp

the quality definitely dropped since the others and i definitely didn’t accidentally post this before i was ready to but here are some more battle cat ocs because ✧ impulse ✧

wrenfeather’s happy family this time!

newtsplash is one of nightclan’s older warriors, and was found abandoned as a kit with her sister, rowanspots! unlike her sister, newtsplash is almost overwhelmingly outgoing and boisterous. she’s wrenfeather’s mate, and is often seen showering him and their sons in endless affection

fun note, she started as an entirely unrelated rp character for a group that ended up dying out ;; i was too in love with her design to not use her as a side character, tbh

cricketfern, introduced as cricketkit when the story is started, is well-known for how friendly he is with just about everyone. he’s the closest friend and crush of one of the main characters, silverpaw, and does his best to stay by her side when things get a little hectic in the clan

im not super pleased with his design here so we’ll probably be seeing endless attempts to improve it!

waspcatcher, who’s also introduced as kit with his brother, comes off as a little pushy and rude at first. even during their training, he constantly finds himself butting heads with stormpaw and falconpaw, though he considers them his closest friends next to cricketfern! he has a horrible crush on a certain rushclan apprentice, a fact that all of his denmates and family tease him about

and dovesong! she’s not as prominent in the story as waspcatcher or cricketfern, but she’s one of nightclan’s most popular warriors! she’s wrenfeather’s littermate, half-sister to goldenflame and turtlepelt from swiftclan. often regarded as one of the friendliest warriors in the clans, thistlestar likes to take  to gatherings whenever a negative response to news is expected. she also mentored cricketfern, and was one of the first to tease him for his crush on silver!

you can see the previous character pages here and here!

[esevoire]

soo a little bit about the fanclans i use in my books ♡ im noting here that if anything seems off we're gonna blame the tumblr mobile ai ;; constantly warping to the end of the page, trying to delete paragraphs instead of just...select a few words tumblr p l e a s e relax

im also working on a visual map for these clans, but i havent the slightest idea of how to make maps so it's uh . . . it's a work in progress xx

Note: Organisms found in the territories are influenced by both European and North American wildlife and plants, so they are not limited to any specific region, though I've tried to keep it somewhat accurate. 

☆ The Gorge

>> One of the five groups of cats that call themselves Clans. They chose their current name from whence they reside—in a cave system above a sheer gorge on the outskirts of Clan territory. Super original, right?

>> Past Name: MistClan

>> Current Leader: Deadeye

>> Past Known Leaders: Crowstar, Shadestar

>> Their training is unlike the other Clans. They are extremely strict with their apprentices, often not even allowing them to attend Gatherings or speak out of hand. Mistakes are met with serious consequences. 

>> Camp: Located at the far south of their territory. On the cliffside, there are steep ledges leading down into a complicated cave system that serves as their camp. In the center of the main cave is the Smoothstone, which is a hollowed out, massive stone that serves simultaneously as the leader's perch and den.

>> Territory: The territory is notably rocky almost all over, though it's also consistently forested. 

>> Landmarks: Boulderdrop (dangerous rocky outcrop to the east, often used for training). Twoleg nests beyond the eastern border.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Considering the cats of the Gorge are cats from all the Clans and rogues—some stolen as kits, some the result of forbidden or hidden relationships, some taken in with the desire to be stronger—the builds of these cats are extremely varied, though their nighttime eyesight is incredibly enhanced due to their life inside the caves.

>> Prefix Conventions: As stated above, the Gorge turned into a kind of melting pot of cats from all Clans, and as a result they don't follow much of a pattern with naming conventions—especially considering they often change their names when they receive notable battle scars (Deadeye, Hawkscar). However, they occasionally take influence from plants and critters in their territory, especially cliff- and cave-dwelling flora and fauna such as Aster–, Lichen–, Eagle–, Falcon–, Bat–, Poppy–, Moss–, Spider–, or Ivy–

◇ SwiftClan

>> Current Leader: Fishstar

>> Past Known Leaders: Ivorystar

>> Camp: Between several of the hills, there's a large area where the gorse is especially thick, along with some divets in the hills that make up the dens. It lies in the heart of the territory.

>> Territory: Much more barren than most of the other Clans, though not quite as barren and uninhabitable as BlazeClan; it's a very marshy moorland. The wind hits hard, and the bogs stay nasty and cold most of the year. Many invaders and trespassers often end up stuck in the sticky bogs, and the cats of SwiftClan are known to only save them if they agree to leave the territory.

>> Landmarks: Fallen, partially rotted tree stuck in the bogs by the southern border with the Gorge.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Cats from SwiftClan tend to be very lanky and long-legged as a result of their lives running along the moorland. In addition, their paws are said to be slightly webbed to help them navigate the marshes in their territory without getting stuck in the mud and bogs.

>> Prefix Conventions: Cats in SwiftClan are more accustomed to the boggy moorlands, and therefore tend to name their kits after plants and terms more applicable to their territory. Prefixes tend to follow themes like the following: Bog–, Marsh–, Swamp–, Mire–, Moss–, Juniper–, Owl–, Cypress–, Adder–, Snake–, Ash–, Elm–, Frog–, Sedge–, Cotton–, Plover–, Bracken–, and more!

♤ NightClan

>> Current Leader: Harestar

>> Camp: In the heart of the territory, there is a massive oak tree that shelters the camp. Their dens are among several uplifted roots, and several boulder piles that they've collected over time. Like BlazeClan, they've learned how to weave together plants, though they use more ferns along with brambles. Beneath the common mossy nest is a layer of pine needles, carefully layered for extra cushioning. The camp is protected like a fortress by thick, woven walls of brambles and bushes.

>> Territory: Very thickly forested area, both pine trees and oak trees. On the east, the river marks a small portion of their border with RushClan. In the west, near SwiftClan territory is an area where Twolegs often come camping. They often bring dogs that have gotten loose in the past.

>> Landmarks: Twoleg camping at the western border, near their southern border with SwiftClan

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Life in NightClan isn't nearly as demanding as the others, so their traits aren't usually so defined. It's not uncommon, however, for them to be notably large-pawed and long-furred, or for them to have plants stuck in their fur.

>> Prefix Conventions: The forest they live in is thick with trees and rich with all kinds of life. Almost anything you'd see in a thick forest could be found here, and their naming conventions often take many plants and animals into mind: Coral–, Bell–, Wren–, Warbler–, Thyme–, Deer–, Doe–, Fern–, Pine–, Skunk– Oak–, Holly–, Weasel–, Sorrel–, Dove–, Needle–, Clover–, Kestrel–, Thorn–, Newt–, Robin–, Mint–, and Thistle–.

♧ RushClan

>> Current Leader: Kinkstar

>> Camp: The camp lies on a strip of land over the river, and said river is often used as protection against invasions or attacks from other Clans. The leader's den is wedged underneath a series of sturdy sunning stones in the center of the camp; while most Clans consider their meetings and announcements to be formal, RushClan cats often relax on the sunning stones while their leader gives announcements from atop the highest one.

>> Territory: Not as thickly forested as NightClan, but still quite forested. A large river runs through the heart of their territory, leaving their bellies full on the many fish that thrive there.

>> Landmarks: On the western side of the river lies a large treebridge; on the eastern side, there are multiple stepping stones. Both landmarks serve as an escape route in the case of an emergency, though most cats know how to swim.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Because of their fish-based diet, many cats of RushClan are notably sleek-furred, but they're also incredibly lean due to their comfort with swimming in the river. Most have rounder faces and ears, though it isn't uncommon for them to have unusually long tufts of fur on their cheeks, chins, or ears. Like SwiftClan, it's also rumored that these cats develop something similar to webbed paws to help their swimming.

>> Prefix Conventions: Many naming trends in RushClan tend to follow water-based ideas or comparisons, such as: Salmon–, Reed–, Eel–, Spruce–, Duck–, Birch–, Pike–, Turtle–, Newt–, Willow–, Minnow–, Frog–, Lily–, Tadpole–, Aspen–, Snail–, Pond–, Perch–, Otter–, Trout–, Heron–, and Dragonfly–

>> Special Notes: RushClan medicine cats will use water lily roots to help treat swollen limbs and may sometimes trade it to the other Clans for other herbs!

✧ BlazeClan

>> Current Leader: Heatherstar

>> Camp: A circle of huge, sharp, skyward-reaching stones forms the walls of the camp. Along the tallest of these formations, a small ledge leads up until it reaches an overhanging cliff. On this cliff is a cave; the leader's den.

>> Medicine den is half-cave. Stone in the back with large crevice for herb storage; "shelf" ledges on outside of stone for prebundled herbs. Ceiling is brambles and thick leaves interwoven. Far back corner is a pool, with brambles woven at the source of water to manage its flow.

>> Many of their dens are woven together in the same fashion as stated above, utilizing the dry shrubbery that litters their territory.

>> Territory: Mostly barren, sandy, and rocky territory. There are several grassy patches here and there, along with smaller, bare trees, though they're few and far between. At the far eastern edge of their territory lies a small town with Twoleg structures. 

>> Landmarks: Abandoned Twoleg structure near the southeast border; very old and made of stones and bricks. Beyond the east border are clusters of Twoleg nests.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Due to recent attacks and territory loss to the Gorge, many cats, while very muscular, are becoming very gaunt. Usually, the cats are seen as very broad-shouldered and strong, with angular faces and tough, calloused paw pads accustomed to their harsh, sandy territory. Cats whose fur blends into this environment are more often than not used on hunting patrols.

>> Prefix Conventions: Due to the dry and degraded land that makes up most of BlazeClan territory, their naming traditions might be some of the most unique. Plants and animals that thrive easily in sandy soil are more common here, so their common prefixes follow a similar pattern: Sand–, Sage–, Wild–, Iris–, Fern–, Beetle–, Yarrow–, Poplar–, Ant–, Cedar–, Lizard–, Newt–, and occasionally Larch–. Because of their limited fauna and flora, they've become creative with their names, featuring prefixes like Bounce–, Fir–, Pounce–, and Talon–, or names of things they hear in stories from traveling loners!

♡ Sacred Spots

Starfalls ;; A clearing north of the RushClan and NightClan borders. There's a pond that reflects the light of the moon, with a series of waterfalls falling down ledges until it reaches the pool. Because of the waterfalls, mist shrouds the clearing and nearby forest, sparkling in the light of the moon, as if it were tangible starlight.

The Gathering Stones / Tallrock ;; Massive ancient boulder among other smaller boulders in a dirt/sandy clearing, with many large trees and overgrown plants bordering the clearing.

[keiagosden]

Cottonkit -> Cottonpaw -> Cottonbreeze Swiftclan Medicine cat Cottonbreeze is a quiet, and soft tom who loves his work. He’s caring and sweet, and has a passion for healing. He is always messing around with new plants and ideas to help make life better for his clan, and the other cats of the clans. He used to be upset, that he was so different from his clan, small and fluffy. When the previous medicine cat asked Cottonbreeze about becoming their apprentice, he was thrilled, finally believing that he could make a difference to his clan. Cottonbreeze is a worrier by nature, and often takes a little while to pluck up the courage to speak to Shrikestar about issues. Luckily, Shrikestar is calm and understanding enough to know when her Medicine cat wants to speak to her, and now that Cottonbreeze has taken an apprentice, Plumpaw, the leader’s kit, the confident young cat helps to balance the shy tom. 

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Whiteheart’s Decision | Chapter Nine

"Ah, what the hell are you doing?! Get off!" Whitepaw's eyes shot open as he felt the voice echo in his ears and paws pushing against his back. Shaking his head, he stood up and took a few pawsteps away, his head dizzy and vision still somewhat blurry. Thankfully as he looked around, he found himself still in the apprentices' den. A dream... Looking backwards, he saw the angered look of Clawpaw, a snarl curling up his upper lip and fur bristled. Ocelotpaw and Peachpaw were looking onward, stiffling giggles, turning Whitepaw's pelt hot.

"What's going on in here?" Blackcloud's head poked through the den's entrance, looking over the four cats before his gaze landed on Whitepaw. "Dirtface Whitepaw just jumped on me while I was resting!" Clawpaw answered, standing up and shaking his prickled fur, keeping a nasty glare on Whitepaw as he stretched his legs. "But I didn't.." Whitepaw tried to speak up for himself, only to be interrupted by a purr of amusement from the warrior. "Well uh... save that for the enemies today, Whitepaw. Besides, you guys needed to get up anyway, almost time." He told the two, before stepping back out, leaving Whitepaw with the three other apprentices.

Ocelotpaw and Peachpaw then walked out, leaving Whitepaw alone with Clawpaw. The brown apprentice's angry glare as he looked down soon turned into a somewhat amused gaze, an edge of humor crossing his muzzle. "Sorry man, I uh... really didn't mean to... just a bad dream and all.." Whitepaw tried to explain, but Clawpaw simply shouldered past. "Yeah yeah..." His deep voice brushed off his denmate's apology, stepping out of the den towards the other apprentices, his head lowered to face the ground.

Finding no need to dwell on the incident, Whitepaw soon followed afterwards, the sky still a dark, almost colorless blue, a few stars still visible with the moon poking atop the trees. Everyone was gathered and chatting, with a few practicing battle moves, while others were primed on battle strategy.  Among the crowd was Rainstorm, her mind clearly not changed in the day, her dark gaze eager like an apprentice's, though that's where the comparisons with youth end. Her teeth were yellow, gray fur riddling her face, and each step she made looked painful on her small paws. She posed little to no threat to any cat, let alone an entire clan who are going to do their best to defend their camp, even if that meant to kill.

Starclan give her strength. Whitepaw quietly prayed to his ancestors, stepping forward to meet up with Oakpaw who was talking to Fiercespirit when he caught his own father walk towards him, his pitch black pelt smooth against his slim frame. "Hello Whitepaw, are you ready for this?" He asked, his voice gentle, but the implication of what was going to happen next sent a shiver through Whitepaw's back. Before he could answer, Redstar spoke once again over him, "I know others don't like this, but would they rather let Swiftclan take claim to more and more of our forest until they are the ones invading our camp?" The leader asked his son, his red gaze faced towards the groups of cats with suspicion. The white apprentice reluctantly shook his head, quietly agreeing with his father.

"You're smart, Whitepaw. You know this needs to be done, right?" Redstar then faced towards him again, his scarlet eyes gleaming with confidence in his kin. Put on the spot, Whitepaw gulped and opened his mouth, trying to fight against the urge to speak against his dad's plan. Seeing the look in his eyes, the apprentice knew he wanted him to say yes, but his instinct fought against that, knowing that the battle was cowardly and wrong by so many levels. "I... wish it didn't come to this.." Whitepaw finally spoke, his voice shaking nervously, trying to remain neutral on the subject while also not disappointing his father. Redstar blinked in response, to Whitepaw's fear, looking disappointed."As do I. But we need to do this now or else it could be too late."

Before Whitepaw could utter another word, Redstar had already turned his back to him and walked away, heading towards Burrclaw and Blackcloud. Another shiver went through Whitepaw's back, both of guilt and fear, knowing that this was apart of his duty as a clan cat but still terrified of the prospect of dying. If the tales he was told were true, he'd go to Starclan and live for the rest of eternity in the stars with all of his kin and friends, endlessly hunting with no pain or worry. But what if they weren't? What if when you die, you just fall into the abyss, never to see any of those that you loved ever again?

Trying to keep his mind on positive thoughts, Whitepaw walked forward, raising his brows in silent greeting to Oakpaw. "Hey Whitepaw! Those springs going to be ready to go for the battle?" The brown apprentice asked teasingly, something that flew over Whitepaw's head for a brief moment before he let out a groan of realization.  "Hopefully... has Fiercespirit gave you any battle training?" He asked his friend about his father, who had walked away towards a group of warriors at this point. "Of course! He said that apprentices will focus on getting the other apprentices out of the way for the warriors to fight each other." Oakpaw explained, "They'll be faster than us, but we're stronger and more durable than them. If we land some good shots, they should run away like the hares they chase all day!"

That's a good idea.. Whitepaw thought to himself. Though just as he was about to voice his approval, Redstar's call from the top of camp shut his mouth and had his blue eyes looking upwards towards his father. The clan did the same, not one peep out of their mouths after the leader's voice echoed throughout camp. "It's time. Everyone who is able, follow me. We shall strike down this evil that is trying to invade our forest once and for all!" Redstar's heavy voice called, "There will be one warrior staying behind. Pantherpelt will stay here to defend the camp in case of any intruders." The leader then announced, his red gaze set on his brother, their amber eyes meeting for a brief moment with unknown emotion before Pantherpelt nodded his head in knowledge and looked away.

"Now, let's go!" Redstar then shouted, hopping off of his den and walking towards the exit, cats from the crowd below beginning to disperse. Gulping, Whitepaw soon followed behind, climbing up the ledges, his heart beating hard against his chest. This is it. Whitepaw thought ominously to himself. Either Clawclan would win this battle and send Swiftclan running, or they lose and... Or what? He didn't know of a outcome of them losing, would they be killed? Chased out of the forest like they planned to do to them with the plains? The unknown both terrified and motivated Whitepaw, as victory was needed in order to not find out any of the dark outcomes.

"Alright, we're as close as we're going to get without being noticed. Time to split up." Redstar called to his clan behind him, the harsh winds blowing dramatically against their pelts. Whitepaw grunted as his whiskers occasionally blew against his nostrils and lips. "Sunsight, you and the apprentices will go east. Warriors shall go with me west. Rainstorm, get into their camp, distract them, then let out the call when you smell us." Redstar ordered the clan, who nodded their heads, and soon they all split into the two assigned groups, with Rainstorm purring and rubbing her head against Redstar's cheek, before running forward, soon disappearing in the hilly terrain.

Whitepaw let out a deep breath as Sunsight shifted his head to his right and began stalking his way forward, the apprentices following him step for step. Looking around him, Whitepaw noticed a few eager faces. Clawpaw looked excited for everything, his claws unsheathed and digging into the ground with each paw pad he took. Ocelotpaw also had a smirk cross his muzzle, and Cactuspaw even had an excited glint in his yellow eyes.

Meanwhile, Peachpaw was pressed against her other brother, Oakpaw, her ears twitching nervously. At least I'm not the only one. Whitepaw thought, sending a reassuring nod in the direction of the she-cat as the group stalked, soon finding a patch of tall grass to hide their bodies in. He could only just make out a gap in the moor, grass turning to dirt and earth. That must be it. Sunsight's razor sharp gaze looked back at the apprentices' behind him, Whitepaw making out him silently counting the bunch, making sure they were all there before facing back towards the camp.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" The voice of a warrior scared Whitepaw a moment, thinking they were found out, before then realizing that Rainstorm must've made it into camp. "Pl-Please... I come in peace..." A crackly feminine voice responded in return, Rainstorm playing the innocent elder fairly well, with fake fear dripping from her tone. "Rainstorm? What brings you here?" Whitepaw could make out Mountainstar's soft tone, recognizing it from the time he went to the gathering, though this time it was much calmer and collected, probably not having to deal with an ambush on his patrol.

"You're hearing her out? Clawclan scum aren't ones to be peaceful!" "She's just an elder, what can she do?" Bickers came back and forth between the clan, Whitepaw feeling sorry for those who were sticking up for the elder, knowing that her intentions weren't pure. The arguments would continue for a bit longer before they were silenced by Mountainstar. "Enough!" He called out, the bickering voices then stopped. After a few seconds of silence, the leader then began to speak again, "Rainstorm..." until he was cut off, not by any voice or cat.

"Crap.." Sunsight's silent voice growled, and Whitepaw then felt the heavy winds blowing right against her rump and back. Their scents were blowing right into the camp! "...you brought friends with you.." A growl came from within camp, followed by gasps and hisses from the other cats. Then, a shriek came, and Whitepaw knew that had to be Rainstorm. "Clawclan, attack!"