#on their first herb-hunting patrol

[selenetic]

[shellclan]

Moon 1 pt2/2 Border patrols and herb hunts

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Idk what’s more frustrating: manually creating the comic boxes since I’m too stupid for procreate tricks, or making the text look alright

Ask box is open btw! I’m not sure yet if I’ll do responses in character with art because of how much time that would take, but I’m definitely keeping it for consideration

[salt-clangen]

Moon 4 part 3

Greenleaf

Alrighty so this is the final part of moon 4!

The first thing Wolfstar notices when she wakes is the throbbing in her ribs, the dull thump of her heart just agitating the injury. Her nose and throat felt stuffy and rough, she wondered if she’d get white cough soon. Despite sleeping till almost sun high, she didn’t feel rested.

Jade and Lynxkit had gotten up earlier, but had soothed her back to sleep when she tried to follow. Now that she was as awake as she’d get, she left the makeshift nest and stepped into the sun. Lynxkit was investigating some odd plants beside the twoleg nest, her earlier wariness gone to sate her curiosity.

Wolfstar stretched, slowly warming up her stiff muscles under the sun. She tried to remember the routine her and her siblings would do each morning before patrols, their mother guiding them through each movement. Taking time with it, she even rolled her neck like Ashenstep showed her, arching her paws to stretch the forgotten muscles in her feet.

When even her tail felt limber, she shook her pelt out and yawned. It quickly turned into a cough and she finally caught Lynxkit’s attention. The kit bounded to her, clutching fragrant herbs in her mouth.

“Look it!” Her words were muffled but excited. “In my dream Clouddawn showed me what to get!” She dropped the herbs in front of her leader.

“What am I looking at?” Wolfstar asked with a raspy voice, she nosed around the herbs but none of them seemed familiar.

“Bright eye and Tansy!” Lynxkit puffed her chest out with pride. “I still need to find lovage.”

“Wow, I haven’t heard of those herbs before. But I guess I wasn’t a cleric’s apprentice.” She smiled.

“These herbs grow best in two leg places,” Lynxkit explained proudly, chest puffed out. “So we won’t have them in our clan. I hope I can find catmint too! Sage and Jade said I can have as much as I want.”

As if on cue, the sisters strode around the corner talking quietly. Sage brightened when she saw Wolfstar awake.

“Oh darling, you’re up!” She trotted up and bumped heads with her. “How’re ya feeling? Do you need some more rest? Food?”

At the mention of food, Wolfstar’s stomach growled loudly. She flushed as the older molly laughed, beckoning Jade over with a wave of her tail.

“About that.” Jade started with a sigh. “I tried hunting but unfortunately we can’t trust the mice around here to be free of poison and I wasn’t able to catch any birds.”

“Oh.” Wolfstar tried not to seem disappointed.

“I know it’s not ideal for y’all clan cats and Jade doesn’t like it much either, but I have plenty of kibble you can eat.” Sage suggested. “I know it’s break your rules but I don’t think y’all can travel without a meal.”

Wolfstar had only been told stories of kittypet food from elders of her old clan. They said it was dry and tasted so bland that it sucked all the moisture outta your mouth. Not really something she wanted to try but she could see the hunger in Lynxkit’s eyes. Her own belly wasn’t feeling picky.

“Thank you for your help, any food right now would be amazing.” Wolfstar bumped against Sage’s shoulder affectionately.

Just as Sage started to get her food, the entrance to the nest opened and a twoleg with long hair poked its head out. Wolfstar jumped and yanked Lynxkit by the scruff to drag her back to the bush. Sage and Jade sat quietly, chirping little mewls up at the twoleg.

The twoleg made some noises of interest, looking at the bush where the two clan cats were poorly hidden. It reached out and patted Sage on the head, though when she reached for Jade the large she cat ducked away instead. The twoleg made rumbling noise and returned inside, leaving the entrance open.

“It’s alright yall!” Sage called out. “That’s my housefolk, Nora. She’s harmless.”

Wolfstar poked her head out, eyeing the entrance warily. She jerked back under cover when it opened again and Nora sat out several plates. She tsked at Sage and gave her a fond pet down the length of her back. Nora eyed the bush again, but returned inside and shut the entrance.

“Ooooooh look! We got the good stuff! Queen Kitty’s Chicken Entree!” Sage called out, tail up and wobbling. Wolfstar wanted to laugh at the silly name but Lynxkit’s growling stomach pushed them out of the brush.

She kept her eyes on the entrance as she cautiously approached, but the smell of the food was surprisingly appetizing. She glanced down, Jade was already eating off of her own plate, it was a mushed up meat smelling patty. Kinda like when she tried grubcakes at a gathering with a Honeyclan apprentice, but more wet than crispy.

Lynxkit watched and waited, so Wolfstar took the first bite. It wasn’t better than clams but it certainly wasn’t as awful as the stories made her think. Lynxkit sat and ate from her own plate, humming contently.

“Normally I only get the wet food at night, but I guess since she saw y’all she wanted to treat us.” Sage chirped before finally digging into the fourth plate.

They ate in relative quiet, Jade finished first, leaving a few mouthfuls left as she laid down and started grooming herself. She nudged the plate towards Lynxkit and Wolfstar, nodding at them.

“Eat up, kittens.” She smiled as the kit lunged forward to eat more. Wolfstar laughed allowing her friend to eat the extra food. Finishing her meal and licking her lips, she stretched again. Her chest still felt rough but the movement and heat lessened the tightness.

“Sage thank you again.” Wolfstar head bumped the tall she cat with a purr. “I don’t know how we could ever repay your kindness.” Sage giggled, bumping back against the younger cat.

“Don’t be silly! I’m more than happy to help.” She purred, giving Wolfstar a sisterly lick. “The only thing I’d ask is you help out the next cat that needs your help.” Lynxkit finished her food and Sage took the time to give her some licks as well.

“Alright, you lot ready to go?” Jade asked, shaking her coat out. “We got a late start but you should be home just after sunset.”

With Sage watching from the fence line, calling out encouragement, the trio set off again.

The patrol travelled slowly, taking time to veer off path to investigate the brush for herbs. Jade tucked in the bundled under her cloth scrap, though she called it a bandana when Wolfstar asked about it. They managed to find lovage and catnip, along with more bright eye. Lynxkit commented they would have to return for more in the future, Wolfstar weakly chuckled that it’d be awhile before that could happen.

As they walked, Wolfstar found herself more and more entrapped in her thoughts. The events of the past day was catching up to her, she was a leader. The leader, she was the leader of Saltclan. Of course she knew on some level that she was the clan’s leader, it didn’t feel real before now. Before it’d just been her and Lynxkit hiding away from Duskclan, taking refuge by the sea after being guided by starclan.

But now it was all so tangible, under the raspy breaths and sore muscles, she could feel the change in herself. It was so fast, literally over night she changed completely. She’d skipped being a warrior and a deputy, she’d drowned and died before being resurrected by her ancestor. She didn’t even have a chance to really process this, no one she could talk to about it.

“Yer awfully quiet there, kit.” Jade’s gruff voice broke her thoughts, Lynxkit was digging around under some grass. “Ya wanna talk?”

It was a couple moments before Wolfstar could actually gather her thoughts.

“I’m a leader now. I have nine lives, but I don’t know what I’m doing.” She admitted. “I knew going to the Moon spring was important but I didn’t think I would get nine lives.”

“You said you came from a different clan, yeah? So you have some idea of what’s expected.” Jade said.

“I don’t wanna be like Jaggedstar, she’s the reason we left.” Wolfstar didn’t want to admit that she was also her mother. “I know kinda what I have to do. I run the clan, I assign tasks, I patrol, I go to gatherings, I hold ceremonies.”

“That’s a long list.”

“It’s not even half of what I have to do.” She wanted to cry, Lynxkit returned empty pawed from her digging. Without a word she pressed into her friend’s side, purring so hard she shook them both.

“It’ll be good,” Lynxkit finally spoke. “Right now it’s just us, but soon there’ll be others to help. We’ll learn and grow together, I know we can do it.”

“I wish I could just hear that and relax but I just don’t know what to do next. Once we get home do I just keep hunting and cooking, barely scraping us by? What happens when the other clans find out about us?” She pressed her face into Lynxkit’s little mane.

“You said you were guided by your starclan. That means the other clans will have to accept you.” Jade said.

“Yeah, that’s true. They probably won’t like it, but we’ve set up our territory without anyone noticing so far. How much of a threat could we be?” Wolfstar chuckled. “Thank you.” She licked the top of Lynxkit’s head fondly.

Again the trio continued walking, conversation flowing easily now. And soon it turned to names.

“Alright so I know your name changes a couple times as you grow up, what would my name be if I was in your clan?” Jade asked.

“Umm I don’t know.” Wolfstar laughed.

“Well you should practice!” Lynxkit said. “You’ll be naming me one day and others too.”

Wolfstar hemmed and hawed for awhile, trying to think of something good.

“Well I guess I would name you Jadesight, since your eyes are green. Or Jadecall since you’re such a good speaker, you’d make a great mediator and mentor.” She finally offered.

“Hmmm not bad, I like how personal you made it.” Jade smiled.

“Ohhh what about me?” Lynxkit asked with big eyes.

“Nah uh you can’t sneak a peek at your name.” Wolfstars laugh turned to a cough, but it felt a little drier.

“Aw no fair.”

“What about my gramma?” Jade asked. “What’d you name her?”

“Hmmm so it couldn’t be Capri since that’s not a clan name.” Wolfstar said. “I think Patch something could be fitting. Like Patchtail or Chirp! That’d fit her too. She could be Chirpheart, since she’s so nice.”

“Ha! She’d love that, you’ll have to tell her.”

“Oh that’d be embarrassing.” Wolfstar waved her off, feeling flushed at the attention.

Finally Jade announce they were close, the heat was finally starting to wane and a slight breeze from the ocean met them. Lynxkit had grown tired so Jade carried her on her shoulders, the kit giggling about badger rides. Up ahead they could see the dead monster before they could see Capri. The wind picked up and she caught scent of clan cats.

“Hold on.” Jade had smelt it too, the group proceeded with caution, hoping the winds wouldn’t shift suddenly. “Do you recognize them?”

“No one specific,” Wolfstar scented the air again. “They’re from Oakclan. I’ve only met a few cats from there.”

“Better hope they don’t know you.” Jade warned. “We’re stuck between the thunderpath and the fence line, can’t go around them. Try not to talk too much.”

They entered the clearing surrounding the dead monster, Wolfstar fell behind Jade nervously, feeling more like a scared kit than a leader. But the larger molly took the lead, standing tall as she looked at the cats before them, chatting with Capri over a collection of goods.

Wolfstar looked over them, it was a pair of cats, obviously a mentor and apprentice based on their sizes. The adult was a tall, short haired tom with ginger fur and a basket around his neck. The younger cat was a long furred, brown tabby tom, with a soured expression on his face. The pair watched them approach, the ginger tom raised his tail in a brief, polite greeting.

“Ah Jade,” Capri called out, beckoning the trio forward with her pair. “We have some cats here from Oakclan looking to trade.”

Jade strode forward, Lynxkit still perched on her shoulder, she nodded to the pair. Wolfstar followed slowly behind her, eyeballing the clan cats. The young tom eyed her right back, eyes narrowed suspiciously, his companion nudged him hard and he averted his eyes.

“Names?” Jade asked coldly.

“Jade we’ve met plenty of times.” The adult laughed loudly, but it trailed off awkwardly as Jade just kept staring at him. He cleared his throat, seeming deflated. “I’m Brakentail and this is Shadowpaw.”

“Ok.” She let Lynxkit slide off of her, placing her in the dead monster’s belly. Wolfstar sat next to its large black paws.

“And who are these two?” Shadowpaw asked coolly. “Smell like kittypets.” Brackentail shoved him hard.

“Be polite!”

“You’re not my mentor,” The apprentice muttered. “It’s a fair question.” He got cuffed harshly on the ear again.

“That’s alright,” Wolfstar laughed nervously. “I’m uh Woof and this is… Licks.” She shot Lynxkit a sharp look, making sure she stayed quiet.

There was a long pause before anyone spoke again, though Shadowpaw seemed content with the answer, she guessed they must smell like kittypets after spending the night with Sage and sharing a meal.

“Yeah, Woof and… Licks here are new around here so I was giving them a tour.” Jade rubbed her eyes exasperated.

“Nice to meet you,” Brackentail said politely. “Have you learned about the clans yet?”

“Uh yeah Jade told us.” Wolfstar answered carefully.

“Well if you’re ever interested in joining, we’d be happy to have you in Oakclan.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“We could take you for a tour now if you’d like.”

“Thanks… I guess, but we’re ok, just visiting Capri.” She said, feeling a bit annoyed, she’d heard Oakclan was pushy but this was annoying. Lynxkit yawned, feeling tired from the long trip.

The conversation fell off from there, but Capri redirected them back to trading. The Oakclan cats had brought some pottery to exchange for some twoleg tarps. Wolfstar loafed akwardly, waiting for the pair to be done. Jade gave them a bowl of fresh water to sip from, after which Lynxkit curled up for a late afternoon nap.

Wolfstar felt exhausted, suppressing the frequent coughs that tried to rattled her chest, around the back of the monster she caught Jade placing the herbs they’d gathered in a small basket. Looking back at the trade discussion she caught Shadowpaw’s gaze, he was staring intently at her, she tried not to flinch away. Holding his stare, she tried to look as unassuming as possible, she even nodded at him politely.

His face didn’t change as she did, but his mentor asked him a question, drawing his attention back to the trade. The apprentice seemed annoyed at everything, the other cats, the trade, the conversations. She wondered what his role was. Probably not an artisan or mediator, he was likely a general warrior or perhaps a code keeper. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought he was a Duskclan cat, dark thick fur, icy demeanor, and heavy build.

As the trade wrapped up, Wolfstar felt her eyes get heavy, she let out a hoarse cough. The pair of Oakclan cats eyed her warily, probably worried about greencough. Capri thanked the pair for their trade, Shadowpaw muttered under his breath but nodded politely anyways.

Jade hopped onto the roof of the dead monster to watch them leave. Finally she nodded to her gramma.

“Seems like y’all had a busy day huh?” Capri gestures towards the sleeping kit.

“Yeah, we got to the Moon spring and I’ve become the official leader of Saltclan.” Wolfstar said weakly, muscled turning to liquid as she rested.

“That’s a lotta responsibility for a young cat.” Capri said while digging around for a snack. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do well. Ya seem like a capable cat.”

The compliment warmed and reassured her, but she still felt like she was missing something.

“Ya figure out what you’re gonna trade?” Capri asked, loafing beside her now.

“No clue, hadn’t thought about it.” She admitted. “We have black clay, we could trade with that.”

“Hmmm not bad, but Oakclan has the strongest paw on that racket.”

“Well… we have clams and other fish.”

“That’s a good idea, but I got plenty of loners and kittypets that bring in seafood. What’s unique to your clan?”

It felt like Capri was trying to lead her to the answer, but Wolfstar was too exhausted to think. With a sigh the elder cat went on.

“Duskclan trades herbs, oakclan trades crafts, Honeyclan trades honey.” At Wolfstars blank stare she continued. “What could Saltclan trade?”

Suddenly it felt like a spark reignited in her chest and Wolfstar sat up straighter.

“Oh! We could trade salt!”

“There ya go!”

“How would we get it? In Duskclan we made it out of coltsfoot and only rarely used it. The ocean water is salty, but how would we separate it?”

“Hmm don’t know, you’ll have to figure that out for ya self.” Capri laughed. “I’m just good at trades, I don’t know nothing about them inventions yall work on.”

“Thank you for the help.” Wolfstar smiled, it fet nice to have some sort of idea on what to do next. She only hoped Starclan could shine light on what else is expected of her.

Eventually the sun dipped down and Wolfstar had to carry a snoring Lynxkit home. Capri gave her a basket full of their herbs and a few strips of dried rabbit meat, before sending them off with a fond tail wave. Jade escorted them over the thunderpath again and gave them both head bumps as goodbye.

The walk home took a while and the tides were high so she had to straddle the cliffs edge, nearly crossing over into Honeyclan’s territory. The sight of the camp almost made Wolfstar cry. It was her camp, her clan.

She rested Lynxkit in her nest, tucked the basket of herbs away and quickly scarfed down a few strips of meat. Finally she returned to the nest, her limbs throbbing with every step and chest feeing worse than ever. But as she laid down and felt Lynxkit’s gentle snores beside her, she finally felt at ease.

It had been a quarter moon since her visit to the Moon spring and Wolfstar was feeling antsy. She’d resumed her regular tasks, hunting, cooking, and patrolling. But she felt a looming sense of malaise, like something was coming. Her chest slowly felt better, Lynxkit making her tea out of the lovage and bright eye.

No Starclan cats had visited her yet and her dreams had been dull and non prophetic if she even had any. So she busied herself with the many tasks it took to run the clan.

It was just before sun set when she set out to the training pools with Lynxkit. That was what they’d decided to call the cluster of tide pools on the far side of Rock falls. The past few days Wolfstar had supervised the young kits swimming lessons and usually managed to catch something to cook too.

“Wolfstar! Look!” Lynxkit dashed ahead of her, running towards a white hunched figure laying at the edge of the cliffs bordering Honeyclan. Wolfstar tried to stop her, but the kit was faster. They came upon a she cat, trembling and bleeding from her head.

“I-I left… I-she, she said.” The molly stuttered, eyes shaking rapidly. “My clan- I can’t.”

“Your clan?” Wolfstar stood in front of Lynxkit, eyes wide. “Who are you?”

“I can’t go,” The molly was crying now, blooding dripping into her eyes. “Back, back to them.”

“We have to help her.” Lynxkit tugged on Wolfstars tail, together they carried the vestibular cat back to camp.

Characters shown:

Wolfstar- white tabby molly with short fur, heather blue eyes, and a notch in her right ear. 10 moons. Saltclan, leader. Nervous, compassionate, oddly observant.

Lynxkit- blue point molly with long fur and blue eyes. 5 moons. Saltclan. Quiet, sweet, quick to help.

Capri- black and white molly with thick, short fur, green eyes, and a large scar covering the right side of her face. 136 moons. Loner, trader. Loving, shameless, excellent teacher.

Jade- red and cream trans molly with thick, medium fur and green eyes. 40 moons. Loner, trader. Cold, responsible, great kitsitter.

Sage- ginger and tan molly with thick short fur and green eyes. 40 moons. Kittypet. Playful, sincere, good teacher.

Brackentail- golden brown tom with sleek, short fur and yellow eyes. 19 moons. Oakclan, artisan. Bold, strict, good potter.

Shadowpaw- dark brown tabby tom with long fur and green eyes. 9 moons. Oakclan, warrior apprentice. Bloodthirsty, faithful, good swimmer.

Snowspeckle- white molly with short, soft fur, blue eyes, and cream freckles. ???. ???, ???. ???, ???, ???.

[sketchsprite]

combining my current interest with my forever interest here is psych as warriors... quick blurb ab the plot and character details below

shawn is a kittypet living near a twoleg neighborhood. his dad (an ex thunderclanner) picked up and left the clan after separating from shawn's mother, and life with twolegs is all shawn has ever known. shawn has kind of started running off on his own, wandering around and he meets acornpaw (gus) - a medicine cat apprentice of thunderclan. the two become besties over time. shawn's "ability to be hyperdiligent "psychic" abilities are presented in the form of starclan - who he had heard tales of from his father, but always assumed that were just made-up stories - speaking to him. someway or another, acornpaw mentions it, and sablestar (chief vick) has her interest piqued. she decides to drag along her deputy, bristleheart (lassiter) and his apprentice, poppypaw (jules) to interrogate the kittypet. shenanigans ensue.

this is just the basic introductory plot! i would love to work on this more and i would love further recommendations. im not 100% set on names or designs yet (though pineapple is technically a valid warrior name) but any suggestions are much appreciated! here are some more character things i thought of hehe

shawn:

has a little pineapple pendant on his collar!! very protective of it.

knows very vaguely of the clans, as his father would sometimes tell him stories of his "glory days" in the forest.

has no intention of joining the clan... but probably hangs out there more than he does with henry or at the twolegplace.

probably has a longtail vs rusty esque fight with bristleheart, minus the getting his collar ripped off - that is where he draws the line!

acornpaw (gus):

tentatively the medicine cat apprentice right now, mostly because im only on season 3 and dont know if there are any fitting characters to be his mentor at the moment.

is very skilled at herb knowledge and applications

good friends with poppypaw, overall liked within the clan!

keeps his side of the med den very organized - he can't speak for his mentor's side.

bristleheart (lassie):

very judgemental and skeptical of shawn when he first learns about him - just like canon!

very short-furred cat - think an oriental shorthair - minus a very fluffy salt n peppa chest

someone please get this cat some brown contacts

decently young for a deputy, but he absolutely worked hard for his position

very overprotective of his clanmates (though he doesnt like to show it), especially his apprentice, poppypaw. she was wounded and left with a torn ear on one of her first border patrols and he feels very guilty that he wasn't able to stop it

poppypaw (jules):

pretty close to having her assessment! she has been working very hard to have a flawless warriors exam

doesn't mind her ear being torn - she thinks it looks really cool!

will often accompany acornpaw herb hunting

quick on her paws and very resourceful

sablestar (vick):

a noble and wise leader, very fit for her title!

still has all nine lives - i like to think shes a relatively new leader

while she keeps up a level-headed facade, she definitely has a silly side to her as well

leader mark is the white tabby "m-shape" on her forehead!

[m1d-45]

discretion advised

summary: during the hunt, a handful of people know the truth. the only problem is, they don’t hold any influence, and must help you in their own way.

word count: ~2.6k

-> warnings: blood mention, barely any spoilers save for character names + roles, imposter au things

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x

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diluc trudged down the path through the whispering woods, kicking aside overgrown bushes. his patrol had proved worth his while, the hilichurls near starfell lake had begun to regroup, and were fashioning shields. they were easy enough to take care of, but the smell of ash clung to his clothes and his arms were rather sore. perhaps he should cut tonight short, he had been doing quite a bit of labor today…

whispers off the side of the path caught his attention and he stopped to listen, turning slightly.

“-grass isn’t edible!”

“is too! teacher had a book about it!”

he stepped and pushed aside the bushes, startling those beyond them.

two figures hunched around a patch of lamp grass, the blue light doing little to help with the dense canopy overhead. two visions shone in the dark, one purple and one red, and he identified them after a moment.

bennett, eyes wide and on scuffed knees, and his friend from the forest, the one lisa was teaching grammar, hunched over in an odd crouch.

“what are you two doing out so late?”

“is lamp grass edible?” razor asked, pointing to the glowing plant, and diluc stared.

“…it’s used in a few recipes, yes, but-“

in an instant he snatched up the plants, ripping up some of their roots in his haste to shove them into his jacket.

“we leave now,” he said simply, standing and pulling bennett up with him. “thank you, master diluc.”

diluc stepped to block their exit. “you didn’t answer my question. bennett, what are you doing out? friend or not, your dads would have your head if they knew you were in the woods after dark.”

“i wasn’t just wandering! i was-…” he stopped suddenly, as if aware whatever he would say would get him into trouble. “we were looking for some stuff.”

“that doesn’t answer my question. anything would be easier to find before dark.”

“we looked with the sun,” razor interrupted, the soft glow from his pocket slightly illuminating his disappointment. “but nothing was found.”

diluc sighed. he couldn’t be mad at them, not really, mot when it was clear they never meant to stay out so late.

“whatever you’re looking for can be found in the morning. for now, come with me back to the city. razor, we’ll stop at a waypoint so you can return to wolvendom, okay?”

the two boys nodded, and he let them cross into the path.

“but don’t do this again, understood? and if you need help, ask.”

they both nodded, and diluc was left to wonder why they needed lamp grass in the first place.

“oh! sir albedo!”

albedo stopped, finishing his sentence on his clipboard before looking up, seeing noelle rushing over to him from the direction of the library.

“lady noelle. are you in need of something?”

she shook her head, metal gloves clicking together as she clasped her hands. idly, albedo noted the many scratches on them, presumably from the same action. “oh not at all, i’m alright, but lisa wanted me to remind you that your copy of ‘common medicinal herbs and their uses’ was due for either renewal or to be turned in soon, and to please not poison yourself again.”

albedo took the small card she handed him, noting the date. “i see. i’ll make note of this, and i’ll be sure to turn it in shortly. thank you, noelle.”

he took a step away but she stopped him with a hand, a flicker of irritation running through him.

“is there something else?”

“well, not from lisa, but i wanted to ask why you were researching this? normally you’re in dragonspine and studying ley lines, not stationed just outside of springvale and renting books on plants…”

he turned fully towards her, tucking away his pen and holding his notes close to his chest. “i am an alchemist, and the study is not fully about ley lines. i admit this is somewhat outside of my usual range of work, but sucrose is currently on medical leave—as i’m certain you already know—and i have no other sources of information aside of field research. this project is not an assignment, merely an interest of mine, and as such it has not made its way onto any formal paperwork. however, i can assure you i am not behind in any of my work.”

“ah- i never meant that you were behind! i was just curious!”

his papers crinkled under his hand. “there is no need to be. good day, miss noelle.”

without another word, he turned on his heel and left, making his way down the stairs and out the front gates of mondstat. taking his clipboard away from his chest, he reread the last portion of his notes to get his bearings, pulling out his pen to finish the report.

‘i’m not certain as to why you’d need these notes, klee, considering the knights are well-equipped to handle injuries, but please do not try to make your own medicine. it’s dangerous near wolvendom on a normal day, and you know what’s been going on lately. please, come see me or the healers for any injuries you may have.

‘remember, the knights are here to help.’

“diona? what are you doing out here?”

fish scattered as boots stomped through the shallow water, glittering scales barely visible through the splash.

“wh- hey! you scared off the fish!” diona shouted, tail lashing behind her. all that time she spent, waiting for the plumpest fish to swim up from the depths of the lake for nothing! now she had to wait even longer!

“fish? what do you need fish for?” draff asked, stopping near her as she sat on a rock, collecting her things. “are you hungry? oh, do you need more scales? i know the traveller helped you last time, but i have pretty quick reflexes too! i could catch you some.”

“as if,” she mumbled, glaring at where he was still standing in the lake. “and it’s fine, i don’t need your help.”

he watched in confusion as she brushed right past him, reaching to pluck snapdragon instead. “diona… you know you shouldn’t be out here, not now. it’s dangerous, and i don’t want you caught up in-“

“i’m fine.” she carefully put the flowers in her bag, pulling out her bow and scanning the waters. all the fish were far too lean, barely anything on their bones, but she might as well get something, right? “just stay still this time.”

before he could say anything—or worse, step forward and scare off the fish again—she nocked an arrow, collecting cryo on the tip. as soon as a fish got within range she let it fly, the cryo forming a spear that stabbed through the gills, pinning it in place. she set down her bow and carefully pulled the fish out, twisting the arrow to kill it before removing the small icicle and throwing it aside. it wasn’t a clean kill, and definitely not worth all the waiting she did, but… it was better than nothing.

“what do you need a fish for? we have plenty back in springvale…”

she ignored him, putting her bag over her shoulders and picked up the fish by the tail. “it’s fine. you better go back soon, you’re due for a patrol.”

her father hesitated, eyes wide and lost.

“diona, is this about last night? i already said i was sorry-“

“and i heard you then. now get out of the lake, your socks are going to get wet!”

he looked down and quickly stepped out of the water, taking off one boot to check that no water had gotten in. by the time he confirmed there wasn’t, she was gone, only a swaying bush to indicate where she had gone.

draff sighed.

razor stayed low to the ground as he ran, one hand on the strap of his bag. the patrols had gotten too close again, he’d heard lisa talk about it, and he couldn’t follow her orders to stay away.

‘it’s dangerous,’ she’d said, distaste apparent in her eyes. ‘and i’d hate for you to get involved in such things. you’re too young.’

‘too young.’ him?

he climbed up a cliff as quick as he could, the scrape of stone against his fingertips familiar, and pushed through the thick bushes at the top. thorns pulled at his jacket, denser than they should be, but he continued anyway, gritting his teeth through the pain.

‘too young.’ too young to read notes stained with droplets of blood, too young to sneak books about medicine into his reading practice, too young to bite through the bitter skin of wolfhooks in accordance with the notes albedo had taken at klee’s prompting.

too young to see knights swarming the place he’d come to know as safe, too young for the stench of blood to reach his nose, stronger than just the small drops beading on his skin.

kaeya was the first one to spot him, quickly excusing himself and walking over, attempting to block the scene even as razor cranes to try and see around him.

“razor! what are you doing here, huh? wasn’t your pack further south?”

in between people, he could see the stone he used to tuck supplies under, the white of a paper just barely sticking out amidst the shadows.

“what happened?”

kaeya sighed. “a patrol ran into somebody that we’ve been looking for for a while.” just say it. “things got.. a bit messy. are you alright, by the way? the bushes around here are incredibly thick…”

his arms barely stung. he kept his eye on the stone tucked between two wolfhook bushes. “i’m fine. here for wolfhooks.” he pointed through the crowd and kaeya looked, turning back with an odd twist to his lip.

“i think you’re better off finding wolfhooks elsewhere, razor. if you go down the path im certain you’ll find more.”

he knew. he shook his head anyway. “need these ones.”

another sigh. why was everybody sighing today? they had nothing to fear for.

“alright, fine. just stick close to me, alright?”

he put a hand on razor’s shoulder and let him through the crown of people, keeping his body between him and the source of the blood-smell. it didn’t matter.

razor crouched purposely close to the bushes, setting his bag right on top of the stone. he reached for the further wolfhooks first, knocking down the ones closer to him, dropping them into his bag on top of the skewers he was meant to leave. he picked up two of the fallen wolfhooks and hid the paper against his palm, pretending to rearrange the berries as he buried the note deep into his bag.

when he stood, kaeya turned with a smile. it was forced. “all done?”

razor nodded, clutching his bag close to his chest with both arms.

“good! now do me a favor and stick close to springvale for a while, okay?”

razor nodded again. “swear.”

hidden against his jacket, two of his fingers crossed.

jean’s chair scraped against the floor as she sat at the head of the meeting table. “so, any news on the hunt?”

heads shook all around the table. a few hands clenched, a few jaws ticked, but nobody spoke up.

jean held back a sigh, reviewing the papers in front of her. “we have to catch them before they leave mondstat… has the only time we’ve seen them been with captain kaeya’s patrol?”

everybody nodded, but kaeya himself didn’t seem satisfied. instead, he stared across the table at klee, who was drawing on a notepad.

“klee?”

she looked up at his voice, and though jean raised an eyebrow, he continued, leaning forward in his chair. “have you spoken to razor recently?”

klee thought about it for a moment, but eventually shook her head. “nope!”

“klee’s been in solitary for the past few days,” jean cut in. “why are you asking about razor?”

kaeya shrugged. “he showed up at the scene and seemed pretty insistent on getting the wolfhooks there-“

“and you let him?”

“look, lisa, it would have been harder to say no. you want me to explain to him what’s going on? you haven’t.”

electricity crackled across lisa’s fingertips. “he should never have been allowed to get close.”

“he popped up out of nowhere, what was i supposed to do? shove him back into the bushes?”

“kaeya.”

the silence that followed was only broken when klee put her pen on the table with a loud clack!, smiling widely at her finished drawing.

jean sighed, directing her attention towards her to try and break the tension. “klee, before you went to solitary-“ her excitement dimmed, her smile slipping to a pout, and jean’s heart hurt a bit “-did you talk to anybody? outside of the knights, of course.”

she thought about it again, carefully putting away her pen and tearing off the sheet of paper with her drawing on it. “nope! klee’s stayed within the walls for the last… month, maybe? i don’t want to get in the way!”

albedo looked up from his notes—did he ever stop working?—with a frown. “then why did you ask me about herbs?”

herbs?

she shrugged. “curious! bennett needed help with a friend of his, so i wanted to ask you because you’re super smart!”

a few of the knights smiled. albedo did not.

“a friend…”

klee picked up her notepad, free hand on the edge of the table. “can i leave?”

jean sighed. “sure, klee. stay out of trouble, okay?”

she nodded with a wide smile, pushing herself away from the table and walking away, leaving her drawing on the table.

jean picked it up, “klee, you left this!”

she paused for a moment, turning, but eventually continued. “you can have it!”

jean’s lip picked up in a small smile as klee reached for the door handle, carefully closing it behind her. she picked up the drawing, turning it right side up.

it was simple, as most children’s drawings were, and though the pen that albedo got her had multiple kinds of ink inside, she was still limited on color. two trees stood on either edge of the page, and three figures stood on grass. one was small, with a red hat and bag, labeled ‘mE!’. another had goggles and a weird circle at its side, named ‘bEnnY!’, and besides him was somebody in what looked like a jacket and with fluffy hair, named ‘razor!’.

it was cute. the z in razor was backwards, and the bushes were little more than some scribbles, but she had clearly put effort into it. there was even some wolfhooks on a bush, with a little label of….

“jean? is something wrong?”

jean slammed the paper on the desk and stood, uncaring of the way her chair skid as she pulled her jacket off the back of it, quickly putting it on.

“all of you, with me.”

the wolfhooks weren’t wolfhooks. they were eyes.

eyes labeled ‘the creator’.

[fallenclan]

Ooh, do you have any lore for Stormsight and Silverbelly, as well as Mossfrog and her kits?

STORMSIGHT,,,, my poor boy is so overlooked. i miss him

-Stormsight was a very good hunter when he was alive. He and Goosewing used to go out on hunting/herb gathering patrols, and would sometimes swap duties.

-Silverbelly was in a depression for moons after Stormsight died. He was her best friend--she only managed to shake it off a few days before it was revealed that Otterslip was the murderer.

-Mossfrog didn't want to adopt Cloudtuft (then Cloudkit) when Rustbee first brought him back to the clan, because she was afraid to be a mother. Rustbee convinced her, and then raising Cloudkit convinced her further that she was ready for biological kits of her own.

-Cloudtuft sometimes feels like he doesn't matter as much to his parents as his sisters do. This obviously isn't true, but he still tries to make up for his perceived inadequacy by devoting his life to looking after his little sisters.

-Ficklefern is the oldest of the four sisters. She always had her head in the clouds as an apprentice, but by the time she became a full mediator she was a lot more down to earth--though she still has a very vivid imagination, and spends a lot of time in it.

-Moorthistle is a huge nerd for different clans' cultures. If Cherrystar let her, she would spend her days traveling to the other clans and pestering them for information on their day to day lives. As it is, she always begs to go to the gathering every moon.

-Finchbeak secretly wants to be clan leader some day, but thinks she would never be able to actually be one, due to her social anxiousness.

-Blossomfur is the youngest of the RustMoss kits and abuses this. She's very empathetic, but also very childish and incredibly clever. She can and will sweet-talk her way out of chores.

[vainvenus]

hey freaky ppl. my request is really simple bc i need to recover from this angst fic i read of sejanus LMAO

so i was thinking of peacekeeper sej and covey reader, but the way they meet is completely different. he would catch the reader sneaking off over the fence with a bag of supplies.

i’m thinking that someone at the covey had gotten ill and the reader was met with the task of gathering herbs needed outside of the fence.

i feel like sej would first be what any other peacekeeper would be and follow and be like “wtf are u doin” but then like he’d understand and let her keep running off into the woods and meadow. IDK I THINK THIS IS CUTE

⌲;꒰ Fence girl. ꒱

Pairing :: Peacekeepers!Sejanus x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Sejanus catches someone sneaking over the fence and tries to do his job ( he doesn't).

Includings :: Covey member!reader, sejanus hating his job AND being bad at his job, he has a soft spot for (everything) reader, horrible first impressions, mostly fluff, this is kinda short

An :: Sorry this took so long...jumping from fandom to fandom is NOT for the weak

Sejanus never truly wanted to be a peacekeeper, yes he wanted to help people but obviously not in this kind of way.

Peacekeepers were often cruel and stern, they stood their ground for what they stood for and their morals were aligned in a way that didn't quite align with Sejanus's.

But it was far too late to turn back, he already was at twelve and already buzzed his curls so he was stuck here with a job he hated. Not much could be done.

And Sejanus did try to do his job, he tried to be like his friend Coriolanus who was stern and took the job very seriously but of course, there were times where he struggled.

Like right now, he was frozen with confusion as he watched a girl with [h/c] hair scaling one of the fences. She had a dark brown bag around her shoulder. His brows furrowed even more as he wondered what was she doing.

But then he had to remember his job and how what the girl was doing was very much something he had to report.

No one was allowed beyond the fences because one, it was seen as dangerous because they were made to keep wild animals.

And two, it was seen as rebellious since at some point if anyone was able to get far enough they could leave the district and start their own life far far away from all of this mess.

Sejanus looked around, slight panic wavering in his eyes as he realized he was the only one who had noticed the girl climbing up and over the wall. She was almost out of his sight, her dark green skirt blending in with the scenery.

He cursed under his breath as he started to climb up the fence, hopping over it and looking in the direction of the girl. She seemed to be in a rush as she looked around the field.

"Excuse me! You know you're not allowed to be here, right?"

His voice seemed to have startled her as she jumped a bit, she looked him up and down quickly. She clenched the brown bag as he eyes glanced to the gun he was holding and he saw how she tensed up, her eyes growing wide.

She looked scared– no, terrified. Like a rabbit behind hunted by a fox.

That was another thing Sejanus hated about being a peacekeeper, no matter what he was always going to be feared because of that stupid uniform and the firearms they had to wield while on patrol.

It didn't matter how gentle he was as long as he was in uniform.

"Please...don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? I..I wasn't gonna- look, you're not allowed to be past that fence. I won't report you or anything, I swear. But you could get hurt or lost-"

"I know where I'm going." She had cut his worried rambling short, grip tightening on her bag.

His brows furrowed in slight curiosity. "And just where is that?"

"There's a few herbs down from here near a river." She replied. "I need to get them for a friend of mine...she's sick and we can't exactly afford medicine at the moment." She murmured the last bit but loud enough for Sejanus to frown.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew he should have done his job and escorted her back over the fence.

But of course Sejanus's heart always won over his brain so before he could even stop himself he had said;

"Alright. You can go."

A warm smile had spread onto the features of the girl in front of him, her eyes glistening with hope as she uttered; "Really?"

Sejanus nodded, looking over his shoulder just to be safe. "Yes, really. But, I have to walk with you and you need to make it as quick as possible."

"Deal! I'll be quicker than two shakes of a lamb's tail." She giggled and Sejanus couldn't help but smile as he followed beside her.

As they walked, Sejanus took small glanced over at her. Her sense of style didn't seem to fit twelve, everybody remotely dressed the same with mostly dull colors or neutral tones but she had a much more lively pallette with splashes of red, orange and yellow.

"Starings rude, you know."

He quickly looked away, pressing his lips together in a thin line as she had cracked another smile before laughing and playfully hitting his arm.

"I'm just playing around! Jeez, for a peacekeeper you sure are sheepish." She hummed as she looked up at him and he glanced back over at her.

"Yeah, I'm horrible at my job I know."

"I'm not complaining, just glad I got one of the good ones." She smiled before she realized they were near the river and she crouched down near one of the nearby trees.

Sejanus watched as she pulled out a small jar and began picking dark purple berries, careful placing them into the jar. He tilted his head a bit while he watched her like a curious child.

"Elderberries." She spoke and his brows knitted together before she continued to explain. "Help with the immune system. We crush em' and brew em' into a real sweet tea."

Sejanus nodded as he knelt down. "Can I help?"

"You really are different, hm?" She tilted your head up at him, giving a teasing smile. "Kind, thoughtful and helpful? Are you sure you picked the right job?" She asked as she handed him one of the small jars and he shook his head.

"I wanted to be a medic." He said as he carefully picked the berries, putting them into the jar and the girl beside him hummed in amusement.

"That's surprising. What made you change your mind?"

"A friend. I'm only here because of him, oh and a little bit of rule breaking back home.." He sheepishly admitted and she giggled, standing up.

"Well you are just full of surprises, huh?"

Sejanus shrugged with a smile as he placed the jar carefully into her bag. "Guess I am."

As the two had walked back to the fence, Sejanus had picked a perfect spot where there was no one on patrol at the moment. It was like she had never even went over the wall.

He helped her over it, giving her a small boost up before climbing over it himself and he dusted off his uniform as he placed her bag back in her hands and she hummed a 'thank you' as she put it back over her shoulder.

"Y'know, I hope we meet again. Under better circumstances, of course."

"Me too- wait, I never caught your name."

She giggled, turning on her heel. "I never threw it!"

|★|

It had been a couple of weeks since his run-in with that [h/c] haired girl. Weeks since and he hadn't seen her again, he hoped that meant that her friend had gotten well enough that she didn't have to sneak over the fence again.

He was still thinking about her as he sat with Coriolanus, sitting at one of the tables as he was watching Lucy Gray perform. He was never as wowed, mainly because unlike those in the capitol he grew to already appreciate music.

"Whoops! Coming through, Blondie!" A familiar voice giggled as a girl with [h/c] haired brushed past the two to set some drinks off at the table next to them and Sejanus's eyes widened.

The fence girl.

He immediately stood up and walked over to her and as soon as she had turned to face him her face broke into a smile which he copied.

"You again!"

"Me again."

She gave him a skeptical gaze yet there was a playful smile on his face. "Are you stalking me?"

"Yeah. And it was just so hard because you never tossed me your name." He sighed like a damsel in distress, shaking his head.

She had giggled, holding out her hand. "[Y/n]."

He shook it, keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on it. He thought that maybe being a peacekeeper wasn't all too bad now.

"Sejanus."

[hadescabin]

TW// GROOMING, MANIPULATION breaking down tigerheartstar and dovewing and why i think its awful ik I said that I dont really like warrior cats anymore but recently i've been thinking about some stuff regarding the series and its fandom and there's one thing that's been particularly bothering me. dovewing and tigerheart. it's just crazy to see the shift of support for tigerdove considering early 2010s warriors fandom seemed mixed on them. now there seems to be this equivocal support for them, probably because most of the fandom's exposure to the couple has been the recent books which frames them as man who loves his wife x burnt out prophecy kid who will do anything for her malewife. which theres nothing wrong with that dynamic, i think it's cute, but people really seem to forget about how tigerheart straight up groomed and treated dovewing awfully throughout oots and even in tigerheart's shadow. it seems to be a forgotten fact that tigerheart was a full grown warrior by the time he was pursuing dovepaw, who was a newly made apprentice. for perspective, this was a 6-7 moon teenager with someone almost the age of her mentor (a little younger). people try to use the excuse "oh but they're cats" and "the age gap isnt that bad" but even the recent books acknowledge with frostpaw and splashtail, that a warrior and apprentice dating is WEIRD. tbf oots was released in the early 2000s, but the fact that canonically speaking the age gap is seen as a teenager and adult relationship gives me the ick. it really puzzles me to see people get on ships like dustfern and bramblesquirrel (both of which i hate btw) for their age gaps but come up with every excuse in the books to defend tigerdove. its not even just the age gap too, again, their relationship has consisted of tigerheart manipulating and grooming dovepaw to do what he wants. in the first two books (esp the second book of oots) dovepaw is presented as someone who got attached to the cats from the journey and doesnt necessarily understand why they must act like they shouldnt exist anymore due to the borders. this is something that tigerheart LEARNS and actively takes advantage of when dovepaw questions why hes at their borders (tldr its dark forest stuff). he shifts the topic and then goes on about the journey and how he felt that they almost became friends, and that if they were in the same clan things would be easier. this may not seem like a big deal, but this goes on for the rest of their interactions whenever tiger needs to pressure her to do something she doesnt want (meeting up, trusting him, etc.) He realizes that the subject of different borders resonates with her and uses it to his advantage whenever he wants something out of her. This can especially be seen in the next book, “Night Whispers”, which kickstarted their relationship. Dovepaw accidentally ran into ShadowClan territory while hunting, and Tigerheart happens to find her there. Once again, he gives her a speech about borders being meaningless, before asking her to meet up with him before the ShadowClan patrol catches them. There’s also other examples in later books where he coerces her into meeting up or trusting him since “that’s what friends are for” or even later in that book, where he manipulates her into using Ivypaw as a captive for herbs. 

When you take this into account, plus him as a full grown warrior, starting a romantic relationship with a barely apprenticed Dovepaw who is shown as having a childish/ immature perception on romance/mates (such as her argument with Ivypaw and claiming that she should “find her own mate”), Tigerdove feels very much like grooming to me. According to the dictionary definition grooming is, “the action of attempting to form a relationship with a child or young person, with the intention of sexually assaulting them”. Of course, in this case, since it’s a young adult book, it’s to form a romantic relationship, which could also be another goal of grooming. Groomers tend to display manipulative behaviors towards the victims in order to coerce them into trusting them more. Whether that be through compliments, gifts, trying to resonate with them or make them feel special. They tend to try to get them to keep and “share” secrets, which is another tactic they utilize both to isolate the victim and to get them to feel more comfortable. 

A lot of behaviors that Tigerheart displays towards Dovepaw falls under this, including the examples I mentioned. There are a couple of other comments that he makes which come off as creepy such as Dovepaw “being his favorite sister”, which as I established, is something a groomer would say in order to make the victim feel as though they’re special and garner their trust. Which is especially the case when you note that he makes that comment in reference to Dovepaw asking about his ties to Ivypaw, which he actively lies about, and quickly reassures her that there’s nothing going on. 

This tactic of manipulation, where he either makes her feel special, or even love bombs and dissuade her from standing up for herself, doesn’t stop when she’s an apprentice. It continues when she’s a warrior, and is constantly used throughout OOTS and “Tigerheart’s Shadow”. At one point in the series, Dovewing and Tigerheart get into an argument about Dawnpelt wrongfully accusing Jayfeather of murder. When Tigerheart defends his sister, Dovewing stands up for Jayfeather, which prompts Tigerheart to try and manipulate her out of the conversation. He jumps straight to talking about how much he loved and missed her, and guilts her by asking why they had to argue like this, and why they couldn’t just “meet like before”. As for Tigerheart's Shadow, he actively goes against what she wants (to raise her kits outside the clan) and actively pressures and guilts her into coming back, before she finally relents. He doesn't care about what SHE wants, it's always about him. Whether it be secretly meeting up, or in The Last Hope, he tries to pressure her to date him again (which she FINALLY refuses and scolds him for thinking about his own needs when they're right before a final battle. as she should). It's especially upsetting in the newest book that tigerheart seems to be the only think at the center of her character. when she argues with ivypool, it's less about the two sister's interpersonal conflicts and more about her and tigerheart's relationship. which...feels like a lot of missed potential to me? i want them to argue, i want dovewing to stand up to herself against ivypool, but why does the entire conflict have to revolve around him? why can't dovewing have her own thoughts and feelings without it tying back to her awful husband?

[sleepyfan-blog]

Author's note: Mer-Cedric's Debut in Celestial Seas’! I hope you enjoy it. Bakerin and Quilterin (Arnault's Bonded) belong to the wonderful @kit-williams! Thank you for letting me borrow them. The song Cedric is singing is Amen and Attack by Powerwolf. Next fic

Warnings: none, please ask to tag!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @@the-pure-angel @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts

Summary: Mer-Cedric trades with a couple of allied baseline humans.

Cedric hummed softly to himself as he gutted and de-scaled the half-dozen large tuna that he had hunted down and caught. He was currently sitting on one of the sand spits that appeared near the shore of the nearby beach. He checked the temperature of the fire by placing a hand near the crackling base of the flames before returning to the task of preparing the tuna.

Most of the time, the young shark mer ate his kills fresh and raw, but he'd recently come into possession of an unspoiled pouch of delicious smelling herbs and spices, and the occasional cooked meal wasn't a bad thing. Besides, the parts of the tuna he wasn't going to be making into grilled steaks were going into the boiling water as part of the stock for a hopefully delicious stew he was also making. He'd sent a request to some of the local humans to please bring fresh vegetables - for which he was happily going to trade some of his tuna meat in exchange - to build out the body of his stew. He'd added some kelp and sea asparagus to the slowly cooking stock, but he was looking forward to trying potatoes and onions for the first time.

Maybe some corn, too! Or mushrooms...

He began to sing one of the holy hymns that his older brothers had taught him as he worked “Fight the demons of this world, no victims left to hide. Eins! Zwei! Amen and attack! Make them pray or make them pay! It's time to swim up right. Drei! Vier! Amen and attack.”

Preparing the tuna felt meditative. He continued to sing as he sprinkled seasonings on half of the tuna steaks, spearing each on a stick and setting them over the fire to cook, his mind wandering to past battles that he'd partaken in, as his voice once again lifted in song.

“When the night is cold and black, we sing amen and attack!”

Deamons and Traitors rarely attacked during the day, preferring instead to use cowardly and weak tactics in order to try and catch their would-be prey off-guard. While the local humans could do little against such supernatural forces, the shiver Cedric belonged to had taken to patrolling the area, ripping into the heretics and demons with their wickedly sharp claws and jaws.

In gratitude, the humans helped however they could. The medical supplies they left out were incredibly useful to Cedric and his fellow apothecaries as they tended to their injured brothers.

“And we lead the storm of the wild! Be the wildest of the pack! Screaming amen and attack!” Cedric belted out as he carefully turned over the tuna steaks, to ensure they were being heated evenly. Even though a majority of his training focused on how to keep his brothers alive and in fighting shape, that did not mean his combat training was lacking.

As an Apothecary of a Black Templar Shiver, one of his duties was to mitigate damage.. and if that meant taking out the largest or most dangerous opponents at range with the weapons he had at his disposal, so much the better. The God-Emperor had blessed them with strength and abilities far beyond mortal ken, and their duties were to protect and defend their charges from all threats.

A duty that Cedric took most seriously.

“We fight with Him on our side! Amen and attack! Attack! Attack! Amen and attack!” Cedric continued to sing. The half of the tuna he wasn't cooking he had carefully wrapped up in treated kelp leaves, to keep the meat fresh and easily transportation.

He hoped that some of the humans who had promised they would come were going to arrive soon. The first of the tuna steaks were nearly ready!

Cedric was about to sing the next verse when he heard approaching footsteps from behind and to the left of him, prompting the young Apothecary to turn and look at the pair of approaching humans.

It took him only a moment to recognize their scents and trilled a greeting to two of his older Brothers' Favorite Humans! He recognized their scents and faces immediately! “Hello Miss Bakerin! Hello Miss Quilterin! It's wonderful to meet you again!”

Both of the baseline humans smiled in response as they came close enough to enjoy the warmth of the fire. Miss Bakerin spoke first “Good afternoon… You are Cedric, yes? The… The healer in training?”

“Yes I am.” Cedric affirmed with a nod, tail flicking happily in the water. As with all Apothecary mers, his tail was primarily white with red flecks. He did have black striping, to match his non-apothecary brothers. “I have tuna to trade! Some are cooking. The rest are raw, and wrapped, as asked for.” He patted the kelp-wrapped meat carefully with a clawed and webbed hand. He could see that both of them had covered baskets and looked curiously at them.

“We… We've brought a bunch of things.” Miss Quilterin explained, setting down the basket she was carrying. “I.. I've been making these out of water-proof fabric.” out from the basket she pulls out a large, patch-work piece of fabric. Each square has a little scene going on, and Cedric can easily tell that she put a lot of work and effort into making this thing.

“May I touch it?” The young mer asked, intensely curious, though he was trying to be polite. “What is it?”

“This is called a story quilt. Arnault has told me about some of the battles all of you get into, so I tried to make a story quilt out of one of his victories… I hope it turned out okay…” miss Quilterin explained, her face calm but her scent showing her anxiety and uncertainty.

Cedric handled the quilt with the proper awe and respect that such a glorious woven-story deserved. The fabric slipped and slid under his fingers, so he gripped it a bit more tightly “this is amazing, miss. Arnault is going to love this when I show it to him.” Given how long it took to carve the glorious victories of the shiver in sandstone, this quilt was worth at least half of his catch. “By the emperor… If I had know that you were going to be bringing such things, I would have been out hunting for longer!”

“R… Really?” Miss Quilterin stuttered, surprise chasing away her nervousness.

Cedric nodded, entirely serious. “It is difficult to keep more permanent records of our battles, in part because we tend to move from sea to sea. From world to world, and must pack light because of it. That and much record-keeping is difficult to manage underwater or in the depths of space. This is a wondrous gift, miss. Thank you, truly.”

He startled at how red Miss Quilterin got “i… truly? That's… I… Oh Goodness…” She stuttered, her eyes huge and her scent fluctuating rapidly between emotions.

and immediately scooted over to her, dragging his tail up and out of the water, carefully telegraphing his movements as he placed one large hand on her forehead, checking her temperature? “Are you not feeling well, miss Quilterin? Please sit down, I do have some of my medical supplies nearby. Is the heat of the fire too much for you?”

Bakerin chuckled and placed a restraining hand on Cedric's elbow. “Easy, Cedric. She hasn’t taken ill or is affected by heat stroke. She rarely gets such high praise for her work and is having difficulties processing what you're saying with grace.”

Quilterin pouted at Bakerin's words and murmured “I… That's not… That's not exactly true! I just… I didn't know that you would think so highly of this story quilt.”

“Uh huh. See what I mean, Cedric? She flustered easily. She's alright.” Bakerin explained with a playful smile. She reached up and ruffled Cedric's hair. “I brought the vegetables you asked for, as well as some bread. You should eat the bread above water, or it will get soggy.”

“Thank you, Miss Bakerin!” Cedric responded, smiling contentedly. “Do you want cooked or raw tuna? Or a mix of both?” he asked the both of them.

“I'll take four uncooked pieces of raw tuna and two of the cooked pieces, please.” Quilterin asked. “I also brought several quilted slings, as Arnault mentioned that they've helped…”

“Miss, when I said the quilt is worth half of what I've caught, I meant it.” Cedric pointed out, carefully gathering up and pushing the correct amount of Tuna in trade for the quilt alone. “The slings are much appreciated, but will need more tuna to pay for… Or, I did see mussels and class near the shoreline, I could grab some of them for you in trade for those, if you'd like a selection of sea food.”

“I… This is too much, Cedric! I won't be able to eat all of this before it goes bad.” Quilterin protested, shaking her head a little.

“The kelp leaves will help keep the tuna fresh for weeks, and older brothers have told me that tuna freezes well and will last for months that way. I can also use some of the curing salts I brought with me to turn some of them into… I believe it's called jerky in this language? Dried meat that can be stored longer. But you will be getting paid what you’re owed.” Cedric responded. He wasn’t going to steal from this kind human, nor short her what she is owed. A pity the pearl oysters aren’t ready yet and have been claimed by Brother Roland and Brother Arnault for gifts for Miss Bakerin and Miss Quilterin. Not that he was going to ruin that surprise.

“I… Even so, this is far too much high-quality meat for one person to have all at once. We baseline humans don't eat as much meat as you do.” Quilterin explained “Nor do we need as many calories.”

Cedric sighed internally, pouting a little. He did have a small handful of treasures he had found and kept - just in case he found a human he wanted to bond to, like brothers Roland and Arnault have, but the slings were too useful and the quilt too expensive, if she wouldn't take the fish meat he offered. “Well… I also have these, if you are interested.”

From one of his armor’s pockets, he pulls out several pouches. In the first pouch, he lays out a dozen carefully polished abalone shells, which he'd found and treated until they shone, their pearlescent luster almost luminous in the afternoon sunlight. From the second pouch, he pulled out six of the best pieces of ocean jasper he'd found. From the third pouch, he pulled four larimar gemstones, their sea-foam coloration and patterns striking against the brown sand spar they were on. “You may choose up to four from these, along with the meat you requested, miss Quilterin.”

She inspected each of his offerings, and he turned his attention to Miss Bakerin asking “Do you want tuna in trade for your goods? Or would you like a mix of things as well?” he was trying not to fidget.

“Tuna works great for me, Cedric.” Miss Bakerin answered with another smile and hair ruffle. “I've brought bread and vegetables, which aren't as expensive. I would like to try that stew your making, when you're done. If you don't mind.”

“Not at all! But there are tuna guts and scales in the stew, and I intended to make it for my brothers, who are out among the shoals right now.” Cedric warned, aware that baseline humans could get picky about things like that. Some of his brothers were wary about baseline humans and were nearby in case of attack. But Miss Quilterin and Miss Bakerin have always been very nice and kind to him - and Cedric doubted that Brother Roland and Brother Arnault would have chosen untrustworthy baseline humans. He handed over the tuna - raw and cooked in trade for the food she'd brought, immediately getting to work on chopping up the vegetables before putting them in the stew.

“I don’t mind the occasional fish scale in my stew.” Bakerin reassured him with a smile.

“Then I’d be happy to share some of it with you, when it’s ready.” Cedric answered earnestly.

“I've picked out which of these gems you're offering… You're sure that the quilt and the slings are worth this much,” Quilterin spoke up. She was holding up two of the abalone shells and one each of the Larimar and ocean jasper stones.

Cedric was sad to see them go, but it was worth it for the high quality supplies offered. “Alright, they are yours, along with the meat you requested.”

“If you don't mind me asking… What was that song you were singing when we were walking over?” Bakerin asks curiously as she arranges the tuna meat he’d given her in the basket she'd come with.

“Oh! It's one of the battle hymns my older brothers taught me.” Cedric explained “I learned it recently and it's been stuck in my head. I hope that the lyrics weren't too off-putting.”

“Nah, you're fine, Cedric. You've got a good singing voice… Does Roland sing? I haven't heard him sing, not that I remember, anyways.”

Cedric blinked in surprise at that “... But… Brother Roland has one of the best singing voices of the entire shiver! He leads the battle choir. Thank you for the compliment, miss.” He checked how the vegetables were cooking, nibbling on a piece of potato. The texture felt off, so he let the stew continue to cook, happy to chat with Miss Bakerin and Miss Quilterin as the veggies cooked.

[adventuresoftumbleclan]

MOON 2

Moon 2 starts off well. Wrenstar had been observing the apprentices, and one stood out to her. The eldest, Umberpaw. And so, Wrenstar requested a test to be made, one unique to their new clan. She and Oleandersprout worked, determining that the test would consist of mountainside hunting, as being able to scale the cliffs was an important part of their new life.

She passed with flying colors.

Umberpaw walked up to the steps they called their meeting place.

"We meet here today to award the progress of one of our apprentices, one that has done nothing but work hard to help our new clan." Wrenstar mewed warmly, looking down at the apprentice.

"Umberpaw, do you vow to protect Tumbleclan with all your heart and soul?"

"I Do." Umberpaw mewed with excitement.

"Then it is settled, Umberpaw, you will now be known as Umberdust."

Wrenstar was unsure of how such a kind heart such as Umberdust would place in war, though she never let her uncertainty shine through.

Going to check on her paw, Robinpaw finds her small cut from the thorn has healed nicely!

However, such good fortune can only last so long.

Oleandersprout had been following an unfamiliar scent. It was that of some predator, and he needed to make sure that it wasn't too close to camp. That's when he hard it. A growling, snarling, then barking... A large dog. That's what he had been tracking.

Oleandersprout attempted to get away, but did not escape without injury. The other cats saw Oleandersprout stumble into camp, a large bite wound heavily bleeding.

Robinpaw needed to help, somehow. That's it! She would go get herbs! Teaselspeckle had been teaching the apprentices about herbs! She would go find some! trotting along, Robinpaw eventually realized she didn't recognize these trees... She was in Fawnclan territory. And Fawnclan did not take very kindly to the mixed scent of their old cats.

(side note this is one of my favorite drawings so far)

Robinpaw sheepishly told Wrenstar about her outing, and Wrenstar sighed.

Patrols were interesting with the deputy unable to send them... The cats organized themselves to patrol.

Wrenstar and Crowdapple take Umberdust on her first patrol as a warrior! And they catch a good bit of prey to take home! Most of the time is spent giggling, joking, and having fun.

Robinpaw doesn't like herbs anymore. Herbs got her in trouble, and got the clan in trouble. So imagine her annoyance when Teaselspeckle takes her and Cricketpaw on a patrol to gather them. Robinpaw stuffs her mouth full of tansy, not caring. Teaselspeckle hisses at her, explaining that it can kill elders and pregnant queens and kits! And if Robinpaw swallows that, it will make her pretty sick! So have some respect!

After Robinpaw's little adventure, the cats decide that it would be a good idea to outline their borders a bit better. Rowanghost, Iciclehusk, and Stonehowl all go around their borders, before encountering another patrol! Blissclan! The two patrols walk close to each other, nodding and acknowledging each other before going on their way.

[skyscratch-wc]

Skyfall Clan Ranks and Structure

UPDATE 9/2/2024: Changed Doctor and Priest from RiverClan to WindClan. Head Mentor is now a ThunderClan specific role.

I have made significant changes to the clan structure and ranks for my AU. I wanted to create a backdrop to make the cats easier to characterize and to give the clans a wider range of jobs beyond fighting stuff.

Each clan has a slightly different set of ranks, but all clans include the following:

The Leader:

This role functions identically to canon. The Leader is the cat selected by the clan and Starclan to be the final decision maker. These cats lead their warriors into battle, perform ceremonies, and are the role models for their clan. They receive 9 lives from Starclan and thus have a longer lifespan than the average warrior.

The Deputy:

The Deputy is the second-in-command to the leader. Selected by the leader (and voted on by the clan in the case of Modern Skyclan), this cat organizes patrols and the day-to-day operations of the clan. They help select mentors for apprentices and step in for the leader if they are unavailable.

Clerics:

In all clans except WindClan and Modern Skyclan, the Cleric is the same as the Medicine Cat role from canon warriors. They are both doctors and spiritual leaders within their clans. In WindClan and Modern Skyclan, however, these roles look a little different.

In WindClan the role of Cleric is divided into two: the Doctor and the Priest.

The Doctor is responsible for the well being and health of the clan, while the Priest is a dedicated spiritual guide who acts not only as the clan's connection to Starclan, but also as an emotional support figure and the main cat to perform religious rituals at birth and death.

In Skyclan the role of Cleric is similarly divided, only they refer to the ranks as the Heart and the Soul, although when they arrive at the Lake cats may also refer to these ranks as the Doctor and the Priest. These roles function effectively the same as WindClan.

Senior Warriors:

Within each sub-rank (see below) there is a Senior Warrior. This Warrior, called the "Head [Rank Name Here]" is responsible for leading and maintaining their sub-rank of cats. There is one senior warrior per sub-rank and they are advisors to the leader and deputy.

In ThunderClan there is a Head Mentor, who oversees all apprentice training. All clans also have a Head Queen/Caretaker, who makes sure the voices of the parents and kittens are heard in clan decisions.

Warriors:

Warriors are split into sub-ranks, but as a collective are referred to as warriors. On a day to day basis though, most cats will identify with their sub-rank within being a warrior. Sub-ranks include the following:

Protector - These are cats specifically trained to patrol and usually lead battle patrols. They are the clans first line of defense and are usually most skilled fighters in the clan.

Hunter - These cats are specialized in, as their name suggests, hunting

Crafter - These cats are artisans that produce leatherwork, ceramics, and other tools for the clan. This role is especially coveted in Shadowclan, Riverclan, and Skyclan.

Collector - These cats collect materials, herbs, and other knick knacks for their clan. They tend to work in tandem with Clerics and Crafters, going out into the territory or town to collect needed items. They also trade with local non-clan cats, making them the most knowledgeable in the clan as far as non-clan information goes.

Tunneler (Windclan Only) - These cats dig and survey the tunnels that run under the moor for both battle and hunting

Tanner (Shadowclan Only) - Due to Shadowclan's extensive use of hides, Shadowclan has a cat specialized in tanning and preparing hides for use in crafting

Sentinel (Riverclan Only) - Sentinels are 1-2 cats from the protector group that patrol the territory for signs of flooding and monitor weather patterns in order to warn the clan ahead of flooding or similar disasters

Trail-Builder (Thunderclan Only) - Trail-Builders are 1-2 cats that clear paths in the dense undergrowth of Thunderclan territory in order to make traversing the territory easier, especially for the young and old making their way to gatherings. These cats are usually protectors, but can come from any rank.

Mediator (Modern Skyclan Only) - This cat leads clan voting and discussion and is responsible for mediating clan relationships and helping maintain a sense of closeness and community within the clan. Mediators may also help with inter-clan diplomacy.

Scout (Ancient Skyclan Only) - In Ancient Skyclan, these cats were sent out ahead of battle patrols to scout enemy positions and where often the first to attack as an ambush patrol from the trees. These cats were a specialized group within the Protector rank.

In Modern Skyclan, the ranks above are named differently and some ranks may not exist at all. More detail in the Skyclan Culture post linked here [COMING SOON]

Queens and Caretakers:

This rank includes nursing parents and other cats directly responsible in the raising of kittens. This rank can be temporary while raising a litter or a permanent position (Example: Daisy and Ferncloud in Thunderclan). Most pregnant or nursing mother cats will take the title Queen, however, some cats may opt for the title Caretaker, especially toms and gnc cats. Either title is welcome to be used by a cat of any gender, however.

Queens and Caretakers are responsible for the care and raising of kittens. This ranges from suckling kittens to teaching them basic hunting skills to teaching them clan history and lore (a job also undertaken by the Elders).

Apprentices:

Apprentices are young adult/"teenage" cats, usually between 6 months and a 1 year old, who are training to become warriors, clerics, or caretakers. Kittens are made apprentices at 6 months and most graduate around 1 year. Cleric/Doctor/Priest apprenticeships often last a few months longer than warrior apprenticeships. Apprenticeship looks slightly different from clan to clan, and details about that can be found on the various Clan Culture posts.

Apprentice names take the form of First Name + -paw.

Kittens:

Kittens are young cats under 6 months of age.

Kitten names take the form of First Name + -kit.

Elders:

Elders are the oldest cats in the clan who have retired from warrior duties. Most cats retire around 10-12 years old, although some cats may chose to never retire to retire earlier for various reasons. Elders help perform burial rituals and are the storytellers of the clan.

[salt-clangen]

Moon 3

Newleaf

I’ve included some descriptions of herbs and their uses in this update, but I take artistic liberties with my writings on herbs and medicine in warrior cats. So please DO NOT REPLICATE ANYTHING IVE WRITTEN.

Herbal medicine has a place in the veterinary world, but should only be done by veterinarians in a clinic with integrative medicine.

Sorry for the rant but I’m a vet tech of 12 yrs and I’m traumatized.

It’s much warmer than usual when Wolfpaw set off for a hunting patrol. Newleaf meandering into greenleaf. The dawn hunt had been unsuccessful and she ended up gathering craft materials and a few herbs she recognized. Lynxkit had been excited to see the supplies, she was particularly proud of her crafting abilities and Wolfpaw wondered if that should be her role as an adult. But now with the sun high and blazing, the kit had wisely stayed in the den for a mid day nap.

Soon it would be too hot to patrol midday, she mused as she looked back at the dozing kit with jealousy.

Wolfpaw was tempted to join her, the heat affecting her even with her short, light coat. But she knew it was more important to hunt, it was hard processing and cooking all their meals, she couldn’t afford to fall behind. Still, she moved slowly, blaming the heat for her lethargy, she trailed around the pools in the center of camp. The tide was out, so she had a great view of everything in the water. Curiously, she dipped her paw in, the ocean water was always cold and salty, leaving behind a weird texture on the fur. Today though it was a relief from the heat, she sighed pleasantly, stirring the paw idly.

Staring into the water languidly she noticed some strange colored rocks. Purple was an uncommon color in Duskclan but it had been her mother’s favorite. She tentatively hooked a claw in the oddly shaped rock, it had ridges and a symmetrical design, she fished it out onto the sand beside her. It was even more unusual out of the water, brittle, hollow, and smelling like fish but also not. It made her think of the crayfish she’d had with an oakclan apprentice at her first- her only- gathering.

She turned it over, observing it intently, bringing her nose down to nudge it, waiting for something to happen. It was like a snail shell, too boney to eat, but perhaps she could cook it for broth like her old clan had done with bones or bark. Observing the pool again she plucked out a second weird shell thing and even snatching a few small fish.

Wolfpaw felt a little giddy at the prospect of cooking something new, eating the same food over and over was very boring. Even in Duskclan they ate mostly the same food each day, it would be nice to try something new. Anything new.

She took a small pot- they now had 4!- by the wicker handle and went to the East river for fresh water. In no time she was back to camp, her sluggishness gone. A quick check to see Lynxkit still napping, giving her time to experiment.

After simmering the pot for a while she checked on her concoction to discover that the shells had popped open. They had a small joint keeping the two halves connected, but the inside was exposed, like a cat yawning wide. With a long stick, she carefully pulled one shell out, adding in the fish and stock bones from previous kills. She had to let it cool down but once it did she was surprised to find a bit of flesh inside.

Huh, if the shell is like a cat yawning then this must be like the tongue, she thought.

It took a few tries to get the morsel pried off the shell, but when she did she was rewarded with a burst of flavor and juices. Some ran down her chin, making her lick her lips and chest. The bite was small, only the size of a cat’s paw pad, but it felt warm and solid in her stomach.

Inspecting the soup, she fished out the other shell as well. The fish she’d added was sliced and still cooking but the broth looked and smelled appetizing. She ate the other morsel, feeling a little guilty she didn’t share with Lynxkit, but it wouldn’t be a good idea for both of them to get sick if this delicious bite ended up being toxic. She dropped the shells back into the pot, maybe they can still add to the flavor. Licking her lips again, she settled into a loaf position to wait for the soup to finish.

It’s been several days since Wolfpaw discovered that the clams in the tidal pools could be eaten and since then she’s had an extra spring in her step. After 2 days of no upset stomach or signs of poisoning, she shared the news with Lynxkit and together they ate a few of the delicious shells. She was right that the inedible, empty portions could still be used to make broth, even learning that they can go ever further than traditional bones and be reused several times.

It was nice to have a broth option again with her meals, it felt like home. She and her siblings had always preferred drinking broths with their meals over teas, which had baffled their mother who was a staunch tea lover.

The memories made her smile more than flinch for once. She idly wondered how her family was, but focused again as she was exited camp.

Despite the new culinary addition, Wolfpaw knew they couldn’t over hunt the clams or rely on them solely for food. Proper prey would still be needed, though she was giddy at the idea of what else she could find and eat in the tide pools. As she walked along the rocks, watching the tide come in before the sun sets, she felt a tail run along her back and sides.

With a yowl she turned, but faced only empty air. She hopped along the rocks, scanning the area for intruders and puffing her small coat up. Then the feeling returned and she saw the cause.

Hello, the cat spoke, Wolfpaw could see their mouth move, but the words sounded more inside her head than aloud. The stranger’s pelt was gray but coated with stars and almost see through.

“This is Saltclan territory,” She hissed. “Leave now.” It felt silly trying to threaten an obviously dead cat. But she wasn’t sure what to do.

Hmm, the cat blinked fondly and Wolfpaw wondered if they’d ever met. You’re right, this is Saltclan’s territory, I’m proud you’ve done so well.

The words echoed in her head again, louder, and she had to flatten her ears and shut her eyes for a moment. Her claws dug into the rock below to try and ground herself.

Sorry, I know this is a lot. My name is Nettletuft. I’m so proud of you, Wolfpaw.

The apprentice choked back a small sound of surprise, eyes wide again. She looked up.

“Really?” She asked. “Even though I ran away.”

You took action and saved Lynxkit. What you did that night and every moment since has been very brave. Wolfpaw looked at her paws, so much smaller than the other cats, she didn’t feel brave at all. The cat’s image flicked for a moment in the wind and she felt panicked.

“Why’re you here?” She asked quickly.

To guide you, starclan gave you a difficult task, leaving your birth clan and family with Lynxkit. But it’s not over. Their eyes met and Wolfpaw felt a sense of dread spread through her chest. You must journey to the Moon spring and commune with Starclan. Then they will tell you the clans future.

“But I’d have to go through Duskclan to get there! Why can’t you just tell me now?” She cried as the wind picked up.

You must go, it is the only way to ensure Saltclans future. The clan won’t survive if you don’t.

“The clan? You mean Lynxkit.” Wolfpaw said slowly, trembling a bit at the thought. “You mean that if I don’t go, something bad will happen to Lynxkit!”

You will understand more when you go to the Moon spring. More voices joined Nettletuft’s now.

“Are you threatening to hurt a kit just to make me do something that could risk both our lives?” She hissed, hackles rising again.

No! Nettletuft’s voice became a hundredfold at once, rattling Wolfpaw’s skull and she had to press against the ground to avoid falling over. The dead cat becomes nearly corporeal now, stalking towards her. Avoiding your destiny not only puts Lynxkit’s life in danger but your future clan mates. You cannot go on like this, you must receive our message.

Slowly as the cat spoke the voices faded down to only one. Just like the night she found the clan’s camp. Wolfpaw blinked tears out of her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations and stress. Nettletuft’s head pressed against hers, still hunched on the ground. She felt a wave of complex emotions pass through the touch, settling into a warmth of comfort.

You will find a way to us, they spoke. You have too.

Lynxkit didn’t wanna nap, she wanted to go with Wolfpaw to hunt, but the apprentice had told her firmly to stay in camp. But that was so boring, while alone she spent some time moping and muttering to the empty camp. Finally her secret tantrum passed and she trotted around the dens, looking for something to do.

While Wolfpaw and her usually sleep together in the den furthest from the pools, the camp had several unused dens. She enjoyed tracing shapes and glyphs into the sandy floors. In one of the dens, the overturned tree trunk covered in lichen curtains, she found some plants in the far corner.

Herbs. Wolfpaw had brought them back a few days ago and scolded Lynxkit when she tried to weave one into her basket. These were special plants, the apprentice had said. They help us when we’re sick.

How? Lynxkit had asked, causing the older cat to deflate and admit she didn’t know. But she’d recognized a few while out hunting and took them back. After being left in the den for a few days they were mostly dried out, but still held their fragrant scent.

Lynxkit carefully pulled them out into the clearing, the afternoon sun was a pleasant warmth on her back. She stared at the leaves for a long while, as if the herbs themselves would speak to her.

This one here is rose hip. A starry paw pointed to the red buds that were shriveled from the heat. If you make it into a drink, it’s good for upset tummies and keeping healthy cats from getting sick.

Lynxkit met the kind gaze of the deceased cat, they blinked at each other fondly. Clouddawn had visited her once before, in her dreams, making the kit think maybe she did take that nap after all.

“And this one?” She pointed to one with long stems and narrow leaves.

Rosemary, good for inflammation and appetite. The cleric purred, at Lynxkit’s head tilt she went on. Appetite is when you’re hungry and wanna eat. Inflammation is when our bodies fight off sickness and injury, like when you’re sick and sneeze out gunk. The kit giggled at that.

Or when you scrape your paw and it gets warm and swollen. That’s inflammation, but sometimes the body does it for too long which is bad so this herb helps your body stop. Lynxkit nodded along, then nudged another plant.

“Wolfpaw says this is sage.” She said with confidence.

That’s right, do you know what it’s used for? Clouddawn curled around the kit now.

“Ummmm tummies?” She shrugged, the cleric purred with amusement.

It is used in cooking for flavor, but for clerics it’s for infections. That’s when germs get inside your body and makes you sick. It’s why you don’t eat raw or rotten food. Lynxkit giggled again, luxuriating in the sun and attention, this impromptu lesson was exactly what she’d needed.

“Do you think I’d be good a cleric?”

I think you’d be an amazing cleric. Clouddawn said dreamily, Lynxkit wished she could fully feel the cleric against her, but the gentle comfort that enveloped her was pleasant.

“What about this one?” She nodded towards some silvery leaves left over. Clouddawn makes a face like she smelled carrion.

Get rid of it, it’s toxic and can make you sick. It’s called wormwood and clerics used to use it for worm infestations but it’s easy to eat too much. You could even die if you’re not careful. Lynxkit feels a chill at the thought, that Wolfpaw could’ve gotten hurt while gathering it.

“I’ll bury it when Wolfpaw gets home.” She yawned, finally feeling ready for her nap. “Is that why you visited me? To make sure I didn’t eat it?”

Partially, The cleric’s laugh was distant as her eyes felt heavy. Wolfpaw is meeting Nettletuft right now so I figured I could visit you.

Lynxkit smiled, curled up on the warm sand, the thought of Wolfpaw meeting with a Starclan cat made her happy. As she slept, Clouddawn remained sentry over her until she eventually faded in the dying light.

Characters:

Wolfpaw- a white tabby molly with short fur, heather blue eyes, and a notch in her right ear. 9 moons. Apprentice. Saltclan. Nervous, compassionate, oddly observant.

Lynxkit- a blue point molly with long fur and blue eyes. 4 moons. Saltclan. Quiet, sweet, quick to help.

Nettletuft- a grey and white nonbinary cat with medium fur and amber eyes. 101 moons living. 68 moons in death. Artisan. Oakclan. Calm, thoughtful, great speaker.

Clouddawn- a white molly with medium fur and blue eyes. 52 moons living. 23 moons in death. Cleric. Honeyclan. Loving, shameless, great healer.

[bonefall]

Herb Guide for Warrior Cats: Epilepsy

Requested by an Anon!

A guide to providing treatment to a Warrior Cat OC with epilepsy. Still requires a bit of a leap in logic as nothing can replace our friend phenobarbital, BUT, if you would like herbs and strategies for managing a Warrior’s epilepsy, this guide is for you.

I researched herbs historically used for epilepsy, chose plants growing wild in a ‘common’ clan biome (temperate Europe and North America), and removed things that a cat could not use. Because of the nature of epilepsy, I also delved into some other treatments and strategies your medics can use!

So, keep in mind, this guide is written for a Clan doctor treating an epileptic cat. NOT from the perspective of a patient who has it.

I would recommend doing extra research into first-hand accounts of what it’s like to live with epilepsy when creating your patient character.

Disclaimer Time! I tried to filter out as much ‘quackery’ as possible, but remember that I am not a vet nor do I have formal training in pharmacognacy. You are also not a vet. This is for fake battle cats. LOOK AT ME. YOU WILL NOT USE THIS ON YOURSELF OR A REAL ANIMAL.

Below the cut is:

What is epilepsy?

Diagnostics

Non-herbal treatments

Managing the different types of seizures

Preventative herbs

What is epilepsy?

‘Epilepsy‘ is the broad term for dozens of different disorders, resulting in recurring epileptic seizures. A warrior could be born with it, develop it over time, or get it after recovering from brain injury (stroke, infection, head trauma, etc).

Epilepsy also varies wildly, and can be so mild it’s hard to detect, or so severe it could put the cat in too much danger to do warrior duties at all. For most cases, however, the warrior would still be able to do normal tasks* as long as they don’t hunt or patrol alone.

* = Head injury and stress from fighting can worsen epilepsy. Going on battle patrols is a risk the warrior must be made aware of.

Diagnostics

So before anything else, your medic will want to identify what triggers the seizures, if anything. There isn’t always an identifiable trigger such as a flashing light/quickly moving object, but seizures can be made worse by stress, lack of sleep, or hunger. Taking note of the warrior’s state preceding a seizure would be extremely helpful for treatment.

Does Wheatwhisker seem to have more seizures when she’s doing certain activities? When she has one, did she sleep well the night before? What has she been eating lately? She may be able to feel it coming-- including sudden intense emotion, an oncoming headache, hot or cold sensations, so on.

Like dogs, cats can detect oncoming seizures. A good medicine cat would take note of all the behavior before its onset to reduce their frequency.

NON-herbal treatments

Once correlation and causes have been identified, the medicine cat should have some lifestyle changes to suggest.

For example, Wheatwhisker has more seizures when she is tired, so the medic prevents her from going on dawn patrol. They’re sometimes triggered by the fluttering of bird wings, so she’s been told to hunt small mammals instead.

A change in diet can also reduce the frequency of seizures. Fatty foods specifically, such as red meat, eggs, and large fish. Trout and carp would be the two easiest* things for a warrior to hunt on a regular basis-- though if the given Clan can’t catch those, it may be worth it to consider trade with another group.

* = If your warriors can cook with fire, fat drippings can be cooked back into the epileptic warrior’s meals. This would make the special diet much easier to prepare than always catching specific prey.

Managing the Different Types of Seizures

Generally there are three types of seizures- ones localized to a specific body part, ones that may seem like “daydreaming”, and ones that cause the well-known convulsions. Less severe seizures are more common.

Seizures do not usually cause pain on their own, except for fatigue in the muscle or headaches. Injury is sometimes caused by external forces, such as slamming against something during a convulsion, falls, tongue biting, or hitting sharp objects.

After any seizure, nausea or a headache may develop-- feverfew will soothe headaches, mallow or fennel will soothe stomachaches. Even if the Epileptic warrior does not take regular medication, the cannabis and valerian root mentioned in the ‘preventative herbs‘ section can be taken on occasion to help the warrior relax post-seizure.

-Localized

One part of the body (leg, head) seizes or convulses. Can usually be self-managed by the warrior, loss of conscious is uncommon. Rest in a quiet area would be the best treatment afterwards. If the muscle fatigue is bad, kneading the limb will help.

-Daydream

The warrior will seem suddenly ‘absent,‘ like they’ve left their body, for typically less than 15 seconds. They may simply wobble and stare ahead (even pausing mid-sentence), or seem to ‘faint‘ and fall over, but in any case they will not remember the seizure. Prevent them from falling on something dangerous, if this seems likely.

In many cases the warrior will just be able to keep going about their day in a few minutes, or even immediately. If not, just like before, let them rest in a quiet area.

-Convulsions

A panicked cat may make convulsions worse by fearfully running around as a seizure starts-- if a warrior MUST be prevented from doing this, it’s VERY important that they are not completely pinned or restrained. JUST kept laying down. Do NOT attempt to stop the convulsions themselves.

Such a circumstance will be extremely rare in a Warrior Cat setting, where the cats are capable of reasoning like a human. There may be a situation where an epileptic cat needs to be brought out of harm’s way-- that’s fine.

Clear the area of anything sharp or hard that the convulsing warrior could hurt themselves on, like stones, or brambles. Roll them onto their side, if they aren’t already. Lastly, cushion their head with something soft, like moss, if possible.

After the seizure is over, the warrior will probably be disoriented and confused. Don’t overwhelm them or offer food or water until they’re fully alert again. Once they do, they might have partial paralysis, nausea, muscle soreness, a bitten tongue, or any variety of symptoms. Just like before, bring them to a quiet area to rest.

If your warriors wear restrictive accessories, such as belts or collars, the medicine cat will remove or loosen them during a seizure if possible.

-what NOT to do

There’s some harmful ideas out there you may have encountered, so here’s some things to keep in mind your medics would NOT do to treat a cat having convulsions:

They would NOT pin them down (this even happened in the books once yikes) Why: This could cause injury to both the restrained, and the restrainer.

They would NOT put anything in their mouth Why: Could damage their teeth or jaw, it does not prevent them from biting their tongue. (also; while tongue biting is common, it is a total myth that an epileptic will choke on/swallow it)

They would NOT start firing out questions as soon as the seizure is over Why: The warrior will likely be disoriented, and not in a state to answer properly. Give them a minute.

Preventative Herbs

Once a seizure is happening, it will have to play out. Warrior cats do not have the medical capability to stop one once started. The anticonvulsant herbs here will help to reduce the frequency and severity of seizures... but they can’t eliminate them entirely.

Anticonvulsants will need to be taken on a regular basis. Stopping these suddenly will cause dangerous side effects; if the warrior’s epilepsy isn’t severe, or herbs are a scarcity for your Clan, it may not be the best choice to medicate them.

Chamomile

Common, and naturalized all over the world. In high doses, this herb will poison a cat. Careful preparation is required to make it safe for the epileptic warrior-- it needs to be steeped in water, like tea*. The leaves should not be eaten.

* = If your cats don’t have fire to brew tea, that’s fine, it can be soaked cold.

This herb also has a side effect of drowsiness. It may make the warrior lethargic and less responsive.

Cannabis

Cannabis is a golden herb for a thousand reasons, it can be made into rope, paper, cloth, oil... but, the thing of note here is CBD oil. Cannabis grows wild all over the world, but ESPECIALLY in North America-based Clans (where it’s called Ditchweed)

Ditchweed has high CBD content, and low THC content. This makes it safe for your warriors (and also prevents them from getting high). Your cats will NOT smoke it, which will damage their sensitive respiratory systems, they will eat it like a standard herb.

Because cannabis is a depressant, this treatment is best for warriors not involved in active tasks. Epileptic warriors that prefer calm, camp-related activities will use this herb. Den-building, tunnel digging, helping the medics, crafting if your Clan makes accessories, so on.

Valerian Root

Known as a sleep aid in humans, Valerian has VERY interesting effects on cats; this is the only Epilepsy treatment that can avoid lethargy entirely. However, in contrast to cannabis, valerian will mostly be found in Europe-based Clans.

(with both, however, it is possible to find each in the other continent.)

Valerian Root has catnip-like effects, perking a warrior up and often filling them with energy. There are some cats for whom this herb will act like cannabis, calming them down, but if there’s a choice, the Epileptic warriors who enjoy active tasks will prefer this herb. Hunting, fighting, patrolling, so on.

[violet-fire-cat]

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Another 👀 ask, another AU ramble!!

For today, let's go wiiiiiith- hm. What do I even call this one, I'm so bad at naming aus. Uh. How about ~

Alien Avatar AU This one takes inspiration from the movie Avatar. Yes, the one with the blue aliens. I have a tendancy to watch a film/show or play a game and go 'I can make an AU out of that'. And this is one of many examples of this pfft.

Anyway! This ones more sci-fiy, but only partly so. And. Also, once again, Ethubs. Yeah. (sorry not sorry) There's also some art! Design doodles for a while ago, so that's fun ~

Bdubs is a scientist on a research vessel that's travelling to other planets to study them. He's a biologist, mostly focused on plants and how they grow. The ship is full of other Hermits with various areas of study, as well as the tech guys and medics and such.

Etho, however. Is an alien living on one of the planets that the humans want to study. His species are much earlier into their development, living in small clans and villages in the thick forests and snowy mountains of their home world. Etho is a scout and a hunter, often patrolling the territory around his village, or hunting for food to feed his people.

Bdubs' ship arrives in the planets orbit to do some research. They are aware of the native species but limit time spent on the surface and keep their distance from settlements. They don't want to interact with the locals if they can avoid it. They just want to do their research, study the planets flora and fauna, it's ecosystem, terrain, climate, etc. And then leave.

The extreme cold, heavy snow and rough terrain of the planet below is very difficult for a human to navigate safely for any length of time. And sure they aren't spending much time down there, but they still want to gather some samples and specimens to study on the ship, and to explore a little. So a few of the crew members have 'avatar' bodies made using both their own DNA and previously collected genetic material from the locals.

Bdubs is one of the people who gets one of these things, and he's a little weirded out by it at first. It looks like him, but covered in fur. It's strange. But he still makes use of it to collect plant samples for his work. He's never down there for long, and he's been told that there are no signs of a native settlement in the area he's in, so the chance of him stumbling across anyone is low.

Low. But not impossible.

He's collecting plants in the forest when something sneaks up behind him. One of the locals. Bdubs has seen pictures, but encountering one up close is different. And he's a bit concerned! The stranger is crouched low and watching him closely. Dressed in what look like animal pelts and leathers, his white fur camouflages him against the snow. He's not hostile, but he's definietly cautious and wary.

This, of course, is Etho. Who's not quite sure what he's just found. A stranger. From another clan? He doesn't look like any others Etho has seen before. He looks weird, his hair and fur are so dark. He stands out against the snow. He doesn't seem to understand his words, the other nearby clans at least speak the same language, so he must be from far away. Why is he here? Etho doesn't know. But he doesn't think this guy is dangerous. Was he collecting plants? Herbs maybe? Hm.

It'll be dark soon. Etho won't leave someone out in the snow at night. There are wild animals, and the bitter cold of winter nights is tough, even for them. It's not safe. He's still wary, but he leads Bdubs back to his home. Bdubs shouldn't follow, but he does.

The village is small, but these people have simple structures and homes built into the rocks and hillside and a fire burning bright in the middle of the settlement. The rest of the clan are curious of Bdubs, but they listen to whatever Etho tells them.

Someone passes Bdubs a bowl of hot food. Like soup. It's meaty and delicious and warms him against the winter chill. He's given a place to sleep in Etho's den, and that's where he spends the night.

When the alien body sleeps, Bdubs wakes up in his human body back on the ship. And- he has so much to explain to the others, this is going to be complicated. God he hopes he doesn't get in trouble for this it's not his fault he got found, okay!!

Technically, they should get Bdubs' alien avatar out of the village and back to the ship. But- those people don't know that Bdubs isn't from this planet. If they don't kick Bdubs out as soon as the sun rises, maybe keeping him there wouldn't be so bad. They've been granted quite an incredible opportunity to learn about the locals, about their culture and way of life. Surely they should pursue that?

Bdubs isn't sure at first, but he eventually agrees, and the next morning he links back up and rejoins Etho and the rest of the clan. They don't try to chase him out, and so begins Bdubs living an odd double life.

Over the following months Bdubs basically intergrates into Etho's clan. Learns about their language, their culture, their enviroment. The way they hunt, cook, make clothes, make medicines. It's fascinating and he's learning a lot of new skills alongside everything else. And then every night he debriefs to the other Hermits back on the ship, and they're able to add new info to their database.

Bdubs and Etho become good friends, especially as Bdubs' grasp of the language improves. And... With time, they start to become something more.

Bdubs didn't plan on falling in love with the alien! Of course not! It just... Sort of happened. And by the time he'd realised it he was in way too deep to get out.

It's becoming increasingly obvious that Etho feels the same way too... Oh dear.

Bdubs is confronted with a romance he wants but really isn't sure that he should allow. And, later, with the fact that his secret won't stay secret forever. That one day Etho will learn the truth of where Bdubs comes from. And the reality that is Bdubs eventually being expected to go back to Earth... This trip really wasn't supposed to be this complicated!!

Aaaand yep! That's all for this one! I really love this au and it's definietly one I'd love to write some time, but I'd need to figure out what order everything happens in and how certain plot points actually play out and- various other things. I don't know. Maybe one day!

But yeah, drawing Bdubs all fluffy is so fun hehe, that art is from a few months ago now and was just me experimenting a bit, but I like it!

If anyone wants to know more about this AU feel free to drop me an ask, I love to talk about these things, if you couldn't already tell pfft. Still got more of these asks in my inbox too, so expect another long AU ramble from me very soon ~

[splashclan-clangen]

Jadezinnia

more info below, potential spoiler warning! I use these character bios as a way to keep track of my SplashClan game which means that all the information is up to date with the current in-game events, not where I left off with the youtube series

Jadezinna was born as a rogue named Jade who initially found a sense of belonging in the clans and went on to become a warrior of SplashClan. In the clans he met Lightgale, a skilled healer. The two became mates and Jadezinnia’s devotion and love towards him led to him neglecting his warrior duties. Tragedy struck when a patrol he was on led to the death of a clanmate, leaving him in shock. He eventually suffered a bad leg injury and when his first litter of kits with Lightgale (Clovekit, Downkit, and Gorgekit) arrived, complications arose. Despite the challenges, Jadezinnia was able to fully recover.

After his injury, Jadezinnia retired to the elders' den where he spent the rest of his life. Lonely in later years, he found solace and companionship in a newcomer named Crunchwrap, the two forming a close bond. However, Jadezinnia became saddened by the loss of Crunchwrap as well as the realization that he might not live to see his second litter (Tidalkit, Thornkit, and Algaekit) receive their full names. In the end, he died of old age, leaving a lasting impact on his clanmates, especially Lightgale and their family.

General Information

Names: Jadezinnia (clan name), Jade (birth name)

Current Affiliation: StarClan, formerly belonging to SplashClan

Past Affiliation: None, former rogue

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Gay

Age: 163 months at death (13 years; born 93 months before SplashClan's founding)

Cause of Death: Old Age (month 70)

Description-

light brown tabby tom with short fur and green eyes

Traits: shameless and a good teacher (warrior and elder)

Role: Elder (former warrior)

Relationships

Mate: Jadezinnia (became mates in month 3)

Kits: Clovefreckle, Downface, and Gorgeflight (first litter with Jadezinnia; born in month 25) + Tidalwave, Thornheart, and Algaefreckle (second litter with Jadezinnia; born in month 59)

Grandkits: Scorchpaw, Quietpaw, Sparkstep, Rippleheart, Minkscratch, and Bushpaw (through Clovefreckle) + Streakpaw, Octopussplash, Crestedpaw, Fumblestreak, Lightheart, and Meadowwater (through Thornheart)

Great-Grandkits: Littlebat (adopted; through Sparkstep) + Hushkit, Chirpspeck, Hailtorrent, Splashpaw, Snailpaw, Frostypaw, and Leopardkit (through Minkscratch)

Great-Great Grandkits: Scalekit and Lotuspaw (through Littlebat)

Romantic feelings: Lightgale

Platonic Love: Snapfern, Gannetstar, Weedspeckle

Admiration: Weedspeckle, Lightgale

Security: Lightgale

Detailed Biography

Jadezinnia was born as Jade, a rogue who traveled from place to place, feeling the most free when he never had anything tying him down. This was his life until he discovered the clans. Even though he had previously felt the most free being on his own and without a community, he enjoyed it more than he had enjoyed anything before. He realized that living around other cats in a community where everyone was (for the most part) guaranteed to still be there was comforting to him and so he decided to stick around.

Eventually, he found his way to the horseplace near the temporary clan camp and met Gale, a friendly tom-cat skilled in healing who was a traveler like Jade had been before. The two became close friends almost immediately and it helped that the horseplace was the home to plenty of mice and rats for Jade to come and snack on, meaning he was over hanging out with Gale as often as he could be. 

One day while out hunting for the clan he stumbled across an injured cat named Snap. He rushed her to the clan however as the three medicine cats worked to save her none of their herbs were working. Jade ran to Gale and begged him for help and in the end Gale’s unique knowledge of herbs proved to be helpful and Snap made a full recovery. This event led to Gale deciding to stick around and join the clans officially as a medicine cat, making Jade incredibly happy.

The clans were officially formed after the rogues were chased off of their territory and both Jadezinnia and Lightgale took their full clan names, joining SplashClan. It was only a few months into the clan's existence when Jadezinnia and Lightgale began to see each other differently. They could no longer consider each other friends, they felt much more for each other than that. The two loved each other and when they were together they both felt the happiest and so they decided to officially become mates.

After this, Jadezinnia would do anything to ensure he could spend time with Lightgale. Since he was a medicine cat he didn’t need to leave camp that often, meaning that Jadezinnia wouldn’t feel the need to leave camp either. However, this led to him beginning to slack off and ditch his warrior duties in order to stay in camp with Lightgale. Though he was well liked by his clan mates it was clear his behavior was annoying them. There were only three warriors in the clan at the beginning (not counting the deputy, Brackenshade) and everyone in the clan needed to help out and yet Jadezinnia just wasn’t. 

Gannetstar and Brackenshade began to personally go to him and tell him to go out on patrol to ensure he was actually doing his work. Jadezinnia hated going on patrols but he put up with it to make his clanmates happy, however this led to him experiencing something terrible. One day, he was sent out on patrol with the newly made warriors, Thunderisle and Sagepeak and while out it began to rain, causing the river to flood and sweep them all away. Though Thunderisle and Jadezinnia were able to escape the raging river, Sagepeak wasn’t and he drowned. Jadezinnia was horrified by this and was sent into shock as a result. 

He became even lazier, not wanting to go on patrol again due to his fear of witnessing another terrible thing. He was frequently caught napping and spending time in the medicine den with Lightgale when he should’ve been out on patrol or hunting. One day, after being yelled at by Brackenshade to go out and hunt, his leg was caught in a twoleg trap. Thankfully he was able to escape however he was heavily injured. What made this injury worse is that Lightgale and Jadezinnia’s first litter of kits were on the way, meaning that Lightgale was under an immense amount of stress trying to care for Jadezinnia and prepare for their litter. 

Eventually their kits, Clovekit, Downkit, and Gorgekit were born and the two couldn’t have been happier to finally be parents. However, Jadezinnia’s mangled leg suddenly became infected and Lightgale, in his immense stress of being the clan’s only medicine cat, now being a father, and trying to desperately care for his injured mate, didn’t know what to do. He frantically ran to the other medicine cats, begging for advice to save his mate. Thankfully in the end, Jadezinnia recovered however his leg was left permanently damaged and twisted. This didn’t bother Jadezinnia though as he was old enough to retire to the elders’ den once he had recovered.

Though Jadezinnia had suffered a lot, retiring to the elders’ den was the best possible place for him. He could stay in camp and be as lazy as he wanted to be and be around Lightgale and his friends without causing the clan to fall behind. As an elder, it gave him a chance to really notice things in the clan that no cat had ever seen before since he was now in camp all day and this led to him being able to save Longpool from a snake before it bit him. No cat had noticed the snake except for Jadezinnia which allowed him to be able to save Longpool’s life. 

Through the rest of his life, Jadezinnia spent his time how most elders do, telling stories to kits, giving advice to younger clanmates, and of course spending time with his family. However, Jadezinnia was the only elder which left him feeling a tad lonely. This was until Crunchwrap arrived in the clan. After experiening a terrible disaster she fled to the clans for saftey and companionship and Jadezinnia couldn’t have been happier to have found her. The two became close friends and together they frequently spent time with the kits, Crunchwrap telling them stories with Jadezinnia’s help. Jadezinnia at one point even saved the kitten Shadekit from the river after she had fallen in, showing how much he truly cared for the kittens of the clan.

Jadezinnia’s love and appreciation for kittens became even more evident when he and Lightgale had their second litter of kits, Tidalkit, Thornkit, and Algaekit. Though he was so happy to be a father again he was incredibly saddened by this. He was getting older and older and knew that it was likely he wouldn’t be around long enough to see his kits recieve their full names. What made him even sadder is that only a few months after Crunchwrap joined the clan, she died while trying to escape from camp when HazeClan attacked them. He began to feel like he was missing out, that so much was happening and so much would happen in the future and because of his age he wouldn’t be able to see any of it.

Eventually, Jadezinnia died of old age and went to StarClan, only two months before the first of his second litter became warriors. He was mourned by many in the clan, Lightgale, Snapfern, Thunderisle, Lightspots, Clovefreckle, and Downface were all the saddest and mourned the longest after he had died.

Fun Facts

Jadezinnia's favorite foods are mice and frogs

He was the 13th cat to die and join SplashClan

He's currently the SplashClan cat (along with Lightgale) to ahve the most decendants

Jadezinnia was the oldest of the founding members of SplashClan and he was the first cat to retire to the elders' den

Jadezinnia's voice claim is Thomas O’Malley from the Aristocats (voiced by Phil Harris)

StarClan Events

From the cats he's watched over from StarClan, he's the most proud of his son, Thornheart and the warrior, Flitfoot (may be elaborated on more once I flesh out Thornheart and Flitfoot)

He knew about Thunderisle and Jellyfishspeckle's plan to ascend to leadership and wanted to warn someone about it

Jadezinnia has strong feelings about relationships and so when he found out that Thornheart had been in two relationships with two seperate clan outsiders at the same time (with neither of them knowing of the other) he desperately wanted to tell someone

Jadezinnia watched over the warrior, Timberspeckle when they were an apprentice (may be elaborated on more once I flesh out Timberspeckle)

He juded the warrior Hailtorrent for training in the dark forest

[warriorstickers]

Clangen, Cavernclan, Year 2: Leaffall Yarrowfur blinked in the sunlight as her clan crested the hill to the bright sun beginning to rise. She gasped, as the glow of the sun was silhouetting a large tree, whose roots were above the ground, as the swamp began. She knew this tree. She had seen it moons ago in a strange dream, and though nothing of it. Now, here was the huge tree silhouetted by the sun, right in front of her. "What is it?" Burntheart asked as he saw he frozen, eyes wide. "I've seen that tree, in a dream..." She replied to the Deputy. "It was a sign." Goldstar declared firmly, having overheard. He stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the tree and the sun. His blue eyes flashed. "We're home." And he was right. They had returned to their old home, the marshes and bogs. And as they continued forward, their clan leader declared the tall tree and its roots raised above the water of the bog as their new camp. ~ -> Viktorclaw brings Oaksky some jay feathers for her fur, and she decides to wear them. She’s enjoying him as a distraction. 

-> Reedburr has gotten fleas

-> Curlkit gets heat stroke, terrifying his mother

-> Leafbite has found Yarrowfur a support to him after everything, especially as she doesn’t judge him for his outsider kits, and is used to supporting a cat through kit-loss. He begins to have a crush on her. 

-> The clan reaches their old territory, from when they were Nightclan. They wander as much as they can, until they reach exhaustion, and find a small dry place to collapse for the night. In the morning, Yarrowfur sees the sun rise over a huge tree, and remembers it as a vision she had in her dreams. The clan heads to the old tree, and sees that the mud underneath the roots has been washed away, leaving a huge area beneath the roots. Goldstar announces their return to their old territory, and names this their new camp. 

-> Rattleriple goes out to search for herbs right away, unfamiliar with the area. She takes Oatsky with her. They search and scope out the area until their paws ache, wishing Glowfish was here, since she would know the best spots. They don’t find much.

-> Yarrowfur, Talondrift, Specklepaw and Tinypaw go out on a border patrol. They’re going to announce Cavernclan’s return to their ancestral home by firmly marking the borders. As they do, Yarrowfur tells them all about the history. This emphasizes the importance of the patrol, and motivates them all.

-> Nettleberry announces with some nervousness to Oaknettle that they’re expecting kits. The expectant father is ecstatic! He knows their kits will be the best, and born back on their homeland! Goldstar is also pleased, and tells them that this is a sign. 

-> Viktorclaw works on building some reinforced walls for the new camp, and gets a thorn in his paw. 

-> Curlkit dies of heatstroke. Cherryfreckle and Burntheart are horrified and grief-stricken.

-> Rattleripple worries that she will be blamed for Curlkit's death like her mentor was blamed for Cherryfreckle's first kit's death, but instead Cherryfreckle leans on them for support.

-> Briarkit feels numb over her brother’s death, thinking that one day kits will be born to the clan not knowing Curlkit. She vows to herself to keep his memory alive. 

-> The mentors Talondrift and Yarrowfur take their apprentices out hunting. They do well with the techniques, especially Tinypaw who seems to be a natural. 

-> Rattleripple asks a cat familiar with the territory (Burntheart) to go herb hunting with them. Unfortunately he was young at the time when the clan lived here, and never paid much attention to herbs, so he can't remember where to find anything. The herb stocks are still low, and Rattleripple is getting worried. 

-> The clan works on re-building their lives and clan camp. Goldstar brings a patrol of Burntheart, Rattleripple, Oaknettle, Yarrowfur and Tinypaw to the Gathering to announce the return of Cavernclan to their old home. There is a tense air, as he states that they will return to old clan boundaries and rules, but that his clan wont hold back their retaliation if they are ever attacked by the two other clans again. 

-> Nettleberry is getting huge, and expecting a big litter. 

-> Reedburr’s fleas and itching have caused him to develop some bald spots. 

-> Rattleripple takes Oaknettle with them to gather herbs. The tom is unusually quiet, and when prompted, he says expecting kits is making him think about what type of legacy he wants to leave in the clan. Rattleripple says that him realizing that is a good step, and they think he will leave a bright star -obnoxiously so, in fact- when Starclan calls them. They encourage him to be a good mate and father, and say he will be fine. He also is able to find some Burdock and Lungwort patches he remembers from when he was young here. 

-> Goldstar, Yarrowfur and Tinypaw go out hunting. Yarrowfur explains to them how she had the vision of the tree. 

-> Fallingfur, Talondrift and Specklepaw go out to patrol the borders, where they come across a dog. In a move some might consider cowardice, Fallingfur tells them not to engage. The clan is too weak right now to risk it, unless it gets too close to camp, or attacks them first. They sneak away.

// Cavernclan is back in their old home, from before the attacks they suffered by Hayclan and Mossclan!