#rippleclan story

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 35

Shadowdrop made Carnationspeckle laugh again and again.

[Image ID: Shadowdrop talks with Carnationspeckle. Rattlepelt watches from afar. Under Rattlepelt, it says LEVEL UP! PREY CLEANER -> LEATHER ARTIST.

(Rattlepelt: 18, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Shadowdrop: 27, male, codekeeper, sneaky, eloquent speaker, good teacher)

(Carnationspeckle: 37, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

Downstar calls for a Clan meeting and declares Mousepaw to be a codekeeper. She is now called Mousesong.

[Image ID: Mousepaw, now Mousesong, faces Rattlepelt. Mousesong says “Thanks, I suppose.” Under Mousesong, it says LEVEL UP! MOUSEPAW -> MOUSESONG, ODDLY OBSERVANT -> KEEN EYE.)

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Rattlepelt wanted to start a new tradition in the warrior’s den. Rabbitjoy was all for helping her collect the needed materials, so all the pair had to do was wake up early and prepare. It gave Rattlepelt something else to think about other than Shadowdrop.

It wasn’t that Rattlepelt disliked him. He was a fine codekeeper and helped Rattlepelt improve some recipes on occasion. But he was not the right fit for Carnationspeckle. Carnationspeckle was selfless, kind, talented, and understanding. Shadowdrop simply wasn’t. Carnationspeckle assured Rattlepelt that she was just friends with Shadowdrop, and while Rattlepelt believed her mother, she didn’t think Shadowdrop felt the same. That, combined with her sister’s codekeeper ceremony the night before, made it hard for Rattlepelt to sleep. So, she worked.

“I don’t think she’ll like it,” Rabbitjoy muttered as dawn rose. The brown molly plucked down from between her claws. She and Rattlepelt sat outside the warrior’s den. Their Clanmates walked around them

“We might as well see,” Rattlepelt sighed just as the newly named Mousesong entered camp. The name did not fit the way the white molly held her head high and walked through camp without a glance at anyone else. Rattlepelt swallowed hard as Mousesong trudged to the warrior’s den.

“Mousesong!” Rattlepelt called as the newly named codekeeper approached. “Congratulations on your ceremony.”

“Thanks,” Mousesong muttered. “Where can I sleep?”

“That’s what we wanted to show you,” Rabbitjoy explained. She slipped behind Rattlepelt and into the den. She stopped beside Mousesong’s new nest. There was an odd, furry lump sitting in the nest. It was made of mouse pelts, held together with twine. Mousesong pawed the bundle and it squished under the pressure. It fluffed back up when she moved her paw.

“What is this?” Mousesong asked.

“Something we invented,” Rattlepelt chirped. “I tanned some mouse leather and Rabbitjoy tied them together. We stuffed down and moss in between the two. You can lay your head on it, and it’s like resting on someone’s side. I picked mouse pelts since I know you like mice.” Mousesong crawled into her new nest and slowly put her head on the fluff-ball. “I’m hoping we can make little gifts like these for new graduates in the future.”

“Why?” Mousesong huffed, lifting her head.

“Because it shows that we appreciate everything you’ve done,” Rattlepelt insisted. Mousesong eyed both Rattlepelt and Rabbitjoy. Rabbitjoy squirmed under Mousesong’s cold eyes, but Rattlepelt stood firm.

“Thanks, I suppose,” Mousesong muttered. “You didn’t have to do that. Either of you.” She laid back down and said, “I’ll catch something good for you both after I sleep.”

“That’s a promise,” Rattlepelt chirped. “We’ll let you rest. Sweet dreams, Mousesong!” Mousesong stared at her the whole way out of the warrior’s den. Rabbitjoy glanced back a dozen times as she and Rattlepelt made their way to the “artisan’s corner” of camp, where they had their tanning rack and other crafting tools set up.

“I can’t tell if she liked the fluff-ball,” Rabbitjoy sighed. “I’m impressed she didn’t rip into you.”

“She cares, even if she doesn’t admit it,” Rattlepelt said. “I know she does. It scares her, that’s all.”

“You show her more grace than I can,” Rabbitjoy said, shaking her head with a soft chuckle.

“She’s my sister,” Rattlepelt huffed. “Of course I do.”

(Rattlepelt: 18, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Rabbitjoy: 72, female, artisan, charismatic, master weaver)

(Mousesong: 12, female, codekeeper, loyal, keen eye)

Palekit found a hole in the rocks and, curious as all kits are, stuck her paw inside. The whole camp comes running when she screeches in pain. It seems a snake was living in that hole.

[Image ID: Weedfoot, Fennelspot, and Scrubmask run toward Palekit, who is screaming “Momma!” Under Palekit, it says + NEW SKILL: PICKY NEST BUILDER. + CONDITION: SNAKE BITE,]

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Palekit’s scream stirred a sleeping fear in Weedfoot that she thought had long since faded.

She had been sharing stew with Fennelspot and Scrubmask, admiring the petals the former now kept tucked into his white patch. Clammask was on nursery duty, and Weedfoot could hear her children’s giggles from the other side of camp. There shouldn’t have been a reason to be on edge. And yet, as Weedfoot dipped her muzzle into the bowl for another sip of soup, a kitten’s wail pierced the peace hovering over camp.

Weedfoot was running before she even processed what she saw. Palekit, whose eyes were shifting to match her father and whose strong legs had been the first of her litter to walk, now cradled one leg close as a slick black snake stuck its head out of a hole in the rocks.

“Momma!” Palekit wept. Fear-scent flooded her tiny body as she stared at the snake. Even with Weedfoot’s head start, Fennelspot was faster. He snatched Palekit by the scruff and dragged her away from the snake. Carnationspeckle had been sharing tongues with Downstar and bolted out of the leader’s den at the little kit’s cry. The young caretaker spotted the snake and pounced. Her fangs sunk into the snake’s neck. She shook the snake wildly and flung it over the rocks and out of camp.

“Palekit, when did you leave the den?” Clammask hurried out of the nursery. Weedfoot’s four other children lingered behind her. Poor Weedfoot’s attention was solely focused on her oldest daughter, who shook as she wailed. 

“Momma’s here, Palekit,” Weedfoot cooed as Fennelspot examined the bite on Palekit’s leg.

“What do you need?” Downstar barked, already running for the medicine den.

“It’s not venomous!” Fennelspot yowled, waving Downstar off. “The bite is not venomous.”

“How do you know?” Scrubmask asked as the rest of RippleClan gathered around Fennelspot and Weedfoot.

“Do you see how the bite wound forms an arch?” Fennelspot explained as Weedfoot groomed Palekit’s head. “That means the snake does not have venom. I believe it was a black ratsnake. They can hurt, but they aren’t deadly.”

“Is she okay?” Downstar huffed, glaring at Fennelspot with more fire in her eyes than Weedfoot had seen in moons.

“She will be,” Fennelspot promised. “We just need to clean the bite and make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“I want my dad,” Palekit cried, burying her little face in her mother’s fur.

“Has anyone seen James today?” Scrubmask called to the crowd.

“He took a walk with Parsley and Rustshade,” Carnationspeckle said, spitting snake blood out of her mouth. “I can find them.”

“Go,” Downstar huffed, nodding. Carnationspeckle looped around the crowd and jogged out of camp.

“I don’t like this,” Palekit moaned.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Weedfoot promised, picking Palekit up by the scruff. As she did so, her head swam. She steadied her paws and shoved the dizziness back. She may have still been weak from the difficult birth, but stars-damn it, she was going to carry her daughter to the medicine den.

[Image ID: Waspkit, Lavenderkit, Ripplekit, and Puddlekit hog the screen. Under Ripplekit, it says + NEW SKILLS: AVID PLAY-FIGHTER, SPLASHES IN PUDDLES. Under Puddlekit, it says + NEW SKILL: MORBID CURIOSITY. Under Lavenderkit, it says + NEW SKILL: LOVES TO SING. Under Waspkit, it says + NEW SKILL: INTERESTED IN CLAN HISTORY.]

As Weedfoot and Fennelspot brought Palekit into the medicine den, four pairs of blue-tinted eyes watched them from the nursery. Clammask stood in front of them with her tail running over each of their little backs.

“Did any of you notice Palekit leave the nursery?” Clammask sighed, turning back to the kits.

“She was playing with Puddlekit,” Waspkit immediately said, pointing his tail at his younger brother.

“I didn’t think we had to stay in the nursery,” Puddlekit whined. Without his white blaze and deep blue eyes, he would look just like his injured sister, albeit a bit more pathetic (in Waspkit’s eyes at least).

“Puddlekit is in trouble,” Lavenderkit sang, trotting around Puddlekit. “Puddlekit is in trouble!”

“No he isn’t!” Ripplekit whined, smacking her white-splashed brother’s flank. “It’s no one’s fault!”

“Ripplekit is right,” Clammask added. “This was a bad accident. The snake could have bitten anyone. If anything, I’m to blame for not keeping an eye on your sister.”

“Clammask is in trouble, Clammask is in trouble,” Lavenderkit sang, throwing himself on Clammask’s leg.

“I’m going to sit outside,” Clammask sighed, gently shoving Lavenderkit off. “Keep yourselves entertained, you four.” She stepped off the leather floor and onto the warm sand. She laid across the entrance, trapping the four remaining kits inside the nursery.

“Listen!” Waspkit yowled. He waved his tail wildly to catch his littermates’ attention. “Palekit’s hurt! No more getting hurt, everyone.”

“I promise,” Puddlekit said quietly.

“I’ll do what I want!” Lavenderkit huffed. He launched himself on his front paws, but his headstand attempt proved futile. He tumbled forward and his flank landed right in Waspkit’s face. Waspkit growled and launched into a full assault on his brother. Ripplekit squealed and joined the fight. Puddlekit watched from the sidelines. 

Unbeknownst to any of the small kits, their laughter warmed the frigid air suffocating the camp.

(Weedfoot: 84, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Fennelspot: 92, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Scrubmask: 52, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

(Palekit: 1, female, kit, impulsive, picky nest builder)

(Carnationspeckle: 37, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Clammask: 29, female, caretaker, righteous, lore master, good teacher)

(Downstar: 93, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Waspkit: 1, male, kit, bossy, interested in clan history)

(Puddlekit: 1, male, kit, polite, morbid curiosity)

(Lavenderkit: 1, male, kit, noisy, likes to sing)

(Ripplekit: 1, female, kit, know-it-all, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

[catgirlkirigiri]

What if we were the only two cats left in your Clan and we hated each others guts but we were also madly in love. And we got divorced and remarried every other week. Also one of us is stuck in a terrifying death loop with no idea how to break it

[we-are-not-a-clan]

THE KITTIES ARE DONE!!

Drawing all of them was honestly really fun! Especially because i got to see five different storys this cats belong to. It always fascinates me how unique everybody's approach to making their own clangen blog really is. Anyway, here are the cats!

I reeeeeeeeealy hope i did them justice 👀"

Gale tuft belongs to: @horizonclan

Currentheart belongs to: @taleofturtleclan

Scorchstar belongs to: @spotty-is-slumberous

Oilstripe belongs to: @rippleclan

Murkswoop belongs to: @ash-clans-destiny

So yeah..Thak y'all for participating! Im gona go now ones again try to finish moons 0 and 1 for my own babys

Hope to see you soon!!

[taleofturtleclan]

While I'm on hiatus, there are plenty of other awesome Clangen bloggers to check out! A recent favorite of mine has been @rippleclan ! Looking for fantastic worldbuilding, a more advanced Warriors society, and unique roles in Clanlife? This will be right up your ally! This is a quick drawing I did of their girl Oilstripe, a young historian who can see ghosts! Can't wait to see what happens next in her story.

[clansofswiftanddreams]

Roles inspired by @rippleclan story by me

Hope you enjoy the tale of swift clan and [redacted] clan!

[warriorcatsausandheadcannons]

Hey, it’s the RippleClan author! Just wanted to let you (and anyone else curious) know that if you want to know how something works with my unique roles and the answers aren’t in my lore posts, send me an ask and I’ll answer them for everyone to see! I’m excited to see HoneyClan grow!

Omg thank you your a huge inspiration for this clans story I have a lot in the works for this clan and I really hope you enjoy!

[jayclan]

The piccrew I use to create what my clangen cats look like.

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Jayclan is an ancestor clan of Skyclan. After Darktail and his rogues drove them out of their home the clan suffered many losses; including their leader, deputy, medicine cat and many of their warriors. One warrior: Hawkwing tried to continue and lead them to find the other clans but after what felt like moons of traveling the clan lost hope and felt that Starclan had abandoned them so they disbanded. Someone becoming kittypets or loners. Some of them still told stories of Skyclan trying to atleast keep something of Skyclan alive but many moons passed until an attempt was tried to bring back Skyclan once again.

A cat named Jackdaw began having dreams of Echosong; Skyclan’s former medicine cat who taught her the ways of healing and then told her of her destiny. She and a few other loners; Pebble, Flower and Ripple alongside her mother Willow had Skyclan blood in them and they would rebuild Skyclan.

The group travelled and settled into what they believe was to be their home. But the group fought on who to lead until Jackdawpaw told them that it was to be her mother to lead them. The others seemed to agree with Flower; now Flowermask; to be deputy.

All seemed fine until Willow was found murdered and Jackdaw could never figure out who the culprit. Jackdawpaw tried to find who did it but never did as she was later murdered as well. The rest of the group mourned them but later separated creating clans of their own: Pebbleclan, Flowerclan and Rippleclan.

Jackdawpaw wakes up in Starclan where Echosong greets her, telling her that they shall try again but with Jackdawpaw leading them. The young medicine cat apprentice is shocked but agrees.

Jackdawpaw walks into the dreams of more cats that also share distant Skyclan blood. She decides that the leader should already be chosen so no trouble can happen and so she walks into the dreams of a she-cat named Comfrey. The Starclan cat tells her of this destiny and path she must follow and Comfrey agrees, alongside her sister, Blizzard, the two take Blizzard’s young kit, Bristle and leave to find their new clanmates. They find a traveling medic named Light and ask her to be their medicine cat who agrees. They travel near the mountains and find two cats named Hawk that Swoops down and Clove that grows during Day. They find two rogues named Heather and Sky and finally two kittypets named Crest and Flame and together they all come together. That was when a Bluejay flies overhead and tells Comfrey that the Jay will guide them and they follow the bird to their new home.

Once they find their home, the blue jay flies down and lands close to Comfrey before it takes the form of Jackdawpaw who then gives Comfreygleam her nine lives and names her Comfreystar their new leader. Comfreystar decides not to name the clan Skyclan but name it Jayclan for the bird that lead them here.

(The story so far and I’m going to probably do Jayclan’s founding leaders in a separate post and added it here. This post will be pinned and I’ll probably will be adding the other clans allegiances as well)

Jayclan founding members

The clan camps

the clan cats

Moon 0

[oldstains]

Old Stains Changes

Because of current discussions on twitter with regards to some of the indigenous stereotypes in the canon Warrior Cats books, I've decided to change Old Stains to a more warrior cats adjacent thing instead of being a group of fanclans.

The characters and setting will still be mostly the same, but some of the terminology and structure of the clans will change. The naming system is also getting overhauled and most characters are getting renamed. I'm planning on making Rippleclan and Mossclan (though they won't be called that anymore) into more distinct groups too, and I have some neat ideas for how they will change!

Rippleclan is still going to have one central leader in Aspenstar (now called Asphodel), but instead of having warriors, medicine cats, etc, the clan is mostly composed of Sentinels. Each 3 or so sentinels have a section of territory that they take shifts watching over. They also hunt during their time watching that territory and bring the prey back to the main camp afterwards. There are also some cats that are designated as fighters and don't hunt or do any patrolling, and there are scouts and healers as well (though the healer role is different too).

However, because Asphodel has so much control over the group, he often uses these role assignments to punish or reward his cats. For example, he might force cats he doesn't like to take the worst sentinel shifts or assign them to a particularly dangerous part of their territory. Being a fighter is also seen as a more prestigious position, since you spend most of your time in the camp and get the best food and places to rest, so he tends to reward people by assigning them there.

I haven't been as active on here lately because of life stuff, but I figured I'd let you all know where I'm at with regards to all this. I don't want my own story to have the same stereotypes that canon warrior cats does. I've also been doing research on my own, and I encourage anyone to send me a message if I mess up and unintentionally include any harmful stereotypes!

[wc-rippleclan]

Ngl Rippleclan and gorseclan are originally made for a warriors rp I tried to make about a year ago (but dropped bc I didn't have time to run it..) the group was set where the clans were right next to a forest they weren't allowed to enter bc everytime a cat did they didn't come back... And eventually a cat would appear from the forest and convince apprentices to visit the forest and the warriors would go after them it was gonna be dope

Instead I reworked the clans into this (+thornclans territory was based on how I envisioned the forbidden forest!) And took the story to make a non-warriors related project

:)

[upwalkers]

blease tell me more about Mooneyes 👀

Oooo ok!

So, a bit over a year before the main story of my ocs really begins, Mooneyes was a well-respected medicine cat of Rippleclan, which, under the leadership of Beechstar, had a very fundamentalist view of the warrior code with little leeway (and a lot of that was Beechstar using the code for his own power but that’s beside the point.)

Mooneyes was a decent enough cat, if a little blunt and sometimes brutally honest, but he cared about his clanmates and was a skilled healer.

However, Mooneyes, who by all accounts was a spotless example of what a good medicine cat should be, had a secret. He and a clanmate, Ferretwhisker, had secretly been seeing eachother. Eventually, Ferretwhisker told him she was expecting his kits, and Larchkit was born shortly after.

Mooneyes obviously wasn’t really able to be a present father for Larchkit, since his whole involvement had to be a secret, but he watched from afar, wishing he could just have a normal family. However, eventually, the other medicine cat of the clan, Redflame, discovered the secret and told Beechstar about it (from a combination of Redflame being afraid of Beechstar and Redflame and Mooneyes having beef that’s too complicated to get into right now).

Mooneyes was exiled, but so were Ferretwhisker and Larchkit, who was three moons old at the time. (Larchkit being exiled was a surprise to everyone, especially Redflame). The three of them managed on their own for a short time, but then both Ferretwhisker and Larchkit were killed in an accident, leaving Mooneyes devastated. He blamed Starclan and Beechstar for this, cursing them for causing his family to suffer when he was the one who broke the code.

At the next Gathering, Mooneyes made a dramatic entrance, declaring before the gathered cats that they didn’t owe anything to Starclan and that they shouldn’t follow ancestors who didn’t care about them. He was quickly shut down and forced to flee, but his words did strike a chord with some of the gathered cats.

After the gathering, Redflame found his body in the pool at the base of the Source, a sacred waterfall between the territories. Mooneyes had been attacked from behind and had had his throat clawed out by some unknown cat. If anyone knew who killed him, they weren’t telling, but most cats seemed to believe that Galefang killed him on Beechstar’s orders, since, as deputy, Galefang often did the dirty work for the elderly leader.

However, since that day, Starclan was cut off from the living cats, probably due to a cat being murdered in their sacred place. Mooneyes now wanders the territory as a spirit.

This all took place about a year before the events of my main story, Old Stains, begin. Batwing and Icefang, two of the main characters, are actually the kits of Mooneyes’s littermate, Moormist. Oakwhisker, who is the father of Mooneyes and Moormist, also plays a part in the story.

ANYWAY THIS GOT LONG, WHOOPS, but here’s lots of info about Mooneyes!

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 32

Rustshade and Downstar see each other in a different light and have become mates.

[Image ID: Rustshade and Downstar face their living children. Under Rustshade, it says + MATE: DOWNSTAR. Under Downstar, it says + MATE: RUSTSHADE.]

“This can’t continue,” Rustshade grumbled.

“What are you talking about?” Mousepaw huffed. The pair shared a meal Rabbitjoy and Rattlepelt claimed would become a culinary staple of RippleClan some day; salted, kelp-wrapped meat. It was nothing like any of the other Clans made, and Rustshade wasn’t too sure if he liked it, despite the positive feedback from the rest of the Clan. Then again, his mind was not on food that day. Instead, his eyes were stuck on Downstar’s den.

“I didn’t mean to say that aloud,” Rustshade gulped, hiding his expression in his kelp wrap. “Just some private concerns. No need for you to worry, Mousepaw.”

“Since when do I worry about anything anyone else does?” Mousepaw scoffed. Rustshade sighed and stood, shaking sand and snow off his belly. 

“You can eat my leftovers,” Rustshade muttered, heading for the leader’s den. 

He weaved between the masses of Clanmates gathered to share their own portions of the salty new treat. He slipped into the shadows of the shipwreck and the depths of Downstar’s den. Downstar laid in her nest, quietly eating her small kelp wrap. She looked up as soon as Rustshade entered.

“Is something wrong?” Downstar asked, hurrying to her paws.

“Not with me,” Rustshade grunted, marching to Downstar’s side. He squared his jaw and said, “Downstar, as your friend, I am ordering you to leave your den.”

“You’ve never had a good sense of humor, Rustshade,” Downstar muttered, sitting back down.

“This is not a joke,” Rustshade snapped. “Your leg has been fine for over a moon. You’ve avoided half a year’s worth of Gatherings and holidays. This isn’t like you.”

“I haven’t been in a social mood, Rustshade,” Downstar growled, curling her lip. 

“The Clan is worried,” Rustshade hissed, meeting Downstar’s sneer with his own bared teeth. “You haven’t been yourself since the darkhound attacked.”

“Leave me alone, Rustshade!” Downstar snapped. “Go back to your apprentice.” Downstar flicked her tail at Rustshade and turned her back.

“You know better than to believe this is healthy,” Rustshade grunted. He stomped around and faced Downstar, despite the way her amber eyes focused on anything but him.

“What am I supposed to do?” Downstar huffed. “You’re out there, enjoying yourselves, when all I can think about is what we need to do to prepare for the next challenge StarClan will throw at us. Staying in here has been easier.” 

“I understand, I do,” Rustshade insisted. “When my kits died, I wanted to put all my energy into making sure my others thrived. I forgot that I had to thrive too for a while there.”

“You did?” Downstar asked.

“I keep it hidden better,” Rustshade sighed. He sat next to Downstar and said nothing for a while. Downstar’s quiet breaths filled the den. 

“I don’t quite know where to go from here,” Downstar admitted.

“Just know you’re not alone,” Rustshade said. His paw slipped next to Downstar’s. A little-felt spark passed through him. A moment later, Downstar rested her tail over his. Rustshade leaned into Downstar, and Downstar into him.

(Rustshade: 76, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Mousepaw: 9, female, codekeeper apprentice, loyal, oddly observant)

(Downstar: 91, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

James confessed his feelings to Weedfoot and they have become mates.

[Image ID: Weedfoot and James stand together, facing Oilstripe. Paleshade’s ghost stands next to Oilstripe, transparent. Oilstripe says, “Paleshade couldn’t be happier.” Under Weedfoot, it says + MATE: JAMES. Under James, it says + MATE: WEEDFOOT.]

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Oilstripe wasn’t sure what to think of her father’s new relationship. He liked Downstar? Oilstripe knew they were close, all the founding members were to some degree, but Downstar? Didn’t she still hate Oilstripe? Her opinion seemed to have softened since Oilstripe revealed her secret sight to the Clan, but still… did she have to consider Wildclaw and her brothers as her own siblings? Did she have to call Downstar her mother? Please. She had no idea where her real mother’s spirit even was, she wasn’t going to get another mother. At least they had the good graces to quickly inform their children.

“Good for Rustshade!” Applepelt chirped. Her ghost spent a lot of time around camp, keeping an eye on Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle. Currently, she and Oilstipe sat by the oven, enjoying the leftover scent of Rabbitjoy’s kelp dish. “If they think they’ll be better off together, I say this is something to celebrate.”

“I’m allowed to be a little grumpy,” Oilstripe scoffed, flicking her tail through Applepelt’s transparent back leg. Applepelt’s star-speckled whiskers twitched. A shiver ran down her back.

“Oh, oh, Oilstripe!” Applepelt chirped. “Pay attention. More cats are visiting.” Star-studded cats slipped out of nearly every den in camp. Wasppaw, a bright golden tom, charged out of the apprentice’s den. Lavenderleaf, in all her soft brown glory, rubbed past Rabbitjoy as she made her way into the heart of the camp. Even more warriors whom Oilstripe almost never saw joined the more familiar faces, with everyone eagerly chatting. But it was Paleshade, emerging from behind the Shiprock, who caught Oilstripe’s attention. Her gray and cream pelt glimmered against the snow lining camp. 

“They’ll be here in a few moments, everyone!” Paleshade cheered. She caught Oilstripe’s eye and called, “Oilstripe! Join us! You will want to celebrate.”

“Applepelt, do you know why they’re here?” Oilstripe asked.

“I have no idea,” Applepelt chirped, as obnoxiously positive as ever. “The Ashes in the Water are always doing something together.” Of course, the cats Oilstripe didn’t recognize were other members of the Ashes in the Water! The old red tom laying between Burdockcreek and Clammask had to be Redcloud. The gray and brown toms were Finstrike and Sprucespring. And the fawny molly trotting around camp was Burdockstream! Everyone Weedfoot lost in AshClan was gathering in camp, eagerly waiting for… something.

Oilstripe hopped off the rocks and weaved around her living Clanmates (mostly her siblings and the Downstar litter, still discussing their parents’ announcement). Wasppaw bounced around Paleshade, straining to look over the rocky borders of camp.

“Where is she?” Wasppaw groaned. “I can’t take it!”

“Patience is a virtue, Wasppaw,” Paleshade purred. “I think I hear their pawsteps in the snow outside.”

“Who exactly are we waiting for?” Oilstripe muttered. Even though the Clan knew she saw ghosts, she still held hushed conversations when others were in ear-shot.

At that moment, Weedfoot and James strolled into camp. They walked in sync, pelts together and tails interwoven. StarClan cheered as James nuzzled Weedfoot’s cheek. 

“Are those two finally together?” Mousepaw scoffed from where she shared tongues with Shadowdrop. Her blunt question caught the attention of the living cats. RippleClan’s eyes rested on James and Weedfoot.

“A rather rude way to phrase it,” James chuckled, “but the two of us have grown closer these last few moons, and after a long discussion… yes. We are together.”

“StarClan, two in one day!” Burdockcreek groaned. The living and the dead swarmed James and Weedfoot. Rustshade and Downstar peeked out of the leader’s den and investigated the hub-bub. Oilstripe stayed outside of the crowd. To her surprise, Paleshade stayed with her.

“Shouldn’t you be congratuating your old mate?” Oilstripe asked. She winced and said, “That’s not a sore subject, is it? I don’t know how you manage having one mate in StarClan and another alive.”

“I’m overjoyed for Weedy,” Paleshade purred. “James is a charming tom. I know they’ll be happy together. I also know that I’m certain to become close friends with James once he joins our ranks.” Paleshade winked and Oilstripe couldn’t hold back a snort. “But how about you? Weedfoot is your closest friend. Congratulate her.” 

“I don’t know if that’s true anymore,” Oilstripe muttered, staring at her old mentor. Weedfoot laughed and joked with the cats around her, utterly unaware that her old friends were a part of the festivities. “I always knew other cats thought I was weird before they knew I spoke to the dead. But Weedfoot thought I was sick and said nothing. If she really cared about me, why didn’t she talk to me?”

“She thought Fennelspot was helping,” Paleshade explained. Her misty tail passed through Oilstripe’s body. “She didn’t want to overstep. She didn’t know how to approach the subject.”

“How much of our friendship was her taking pity on me?” Oilstripe gulped. “Did she even see me as an equal?” She couldn’t bear to look at Weedfoot any longer.

“The only way you can answer those questions is if you have the conversation you’ve been avoiding for moons,” Paleshade huffed. “It doesn’t take the wisdom of StarClan to know that communication is the greatest tool a friend can wield to heal a relationship. I can’t tell you how many hours Weedfoot and I spent hashing out disagreements and ideas when we were young. You’re both mature enough to work through this. Now why don’t we see her together? I believe the crowd is thinning out.” 

Paleshade waved her tail and sure enough, the Clan drifted away from the second new couple of the day. Weedfoot made eye contact with Oilstripe. Oilstripe held her breath. Weedfoot nudged James and the pair slowly approached Oilstipe.

“I’m glad you finally said something to him,” Oilstripe stammered as Paleshade’s tail phased through her own.

“Actually, James brought it up first,” Weedfoot purred, bunting her new mate. “I’m glad, though. We’ll be stronger together.��� Paleshade stood tall and nodded to Oilstripe. Oilstripe steadied her nerves.

“Paleshade couldn’t be happier,” she said, barely breathing. Weedfoot stilled, blinking slowly as she processed what Oilstripe said. “She, uh… she’s really proud of you.” Weedfoot glanced around, as though hoping she could see Paleshade herself. The molly in question moved to Weedfoot’s side, purring. Weedfoot stepped away from James and got closer to Oilstripe.

“I’m sorry I upset you, Oilstripe,” Weedfoot said. “I should have told you my concerns moons ago.”

“I was scared to tell others, because I thought they wouldn’t believe me,” Oilstripe said. “I don’t want to be the odd cat out.”

“You’re the best apprentice I’ve ever had,” Weedfoot said. She pressed against Oilstripe with a deep purr. Oilstripe pressed back, burying her face in her dear friend’s warm pelt.

(Oilstripe: 36, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Applepelt: 31, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)

(Mousepaw: 9, female, codekeeper apprentice, loyal, oddly observant)

(James: 108, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Burdockcreek: 26, male, historian, competitive, lore keeper)

(Weedfoot: 81, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

Fennelspot and Oilstripe have a long conversation about goals and aspirations and discover they have a lot in common.

[Image ID: Fennelspot and Oilstripe face each other.]

(Fennelspot: 89, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Oilstripe: 36, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

Weedfoot organizes a mock battle to keep RippleClan’s skills sharp.

[Image ID: Weedfoot watches a large crowd of cats, including Fennelspot, Parsley & Scrubmask, and Oilstripe, James, & Carnationspeckle.]

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The entire camp was a part of Weedfoot’s big training exercise, even those who were never expected to fight. Wildclaw was stuck to Rattlepelt’s side, showing her some swift defensive tactics with Halibutdusk’s help. Parsley and Scrubmask practiced some basic manuvers on the rocks surrounding camp. Rustshade and Mousepaw were arguing about who to spar with, held back only by Rabbitjoy and Downstar (who had finally started participating in Clan activities again). Oilstripe’s moves were off that day, but James and Carnationspeckle both took the time to work through some kinks with her. Fennelspot and Shadowdrop were the only ones not participating; Fennelspot kept an eye out for any overeager fighters while Shadowdrop had to keep his front leg still so the bone could heal.

Weedfoot directed the practice from a comfortable spot by the oven. The Clan had some excellent fighters in their ranks! Everyone rolled and tumbled about, unaffected by the late winter chill, putting their all into showing their strength. It reminded Weedfoot of AshClan in some regards. It was the perfect distraction.

At least until Oilstripe broke off from James and Carnationspeckle and joined Weedfoot.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong today,” Oilstripe groaned. “I can’t focus on anything! Can you spar with me for a while? You always had great things to say in battle training.”

“Oh, I’m sure James and Carnationspeckle are more than enough to help you,” Weedfoot stammered, shaking her head. “I want to make sure everyone is getting their practice in. LynxClan has been stirring up such a fuss about access to our salt resources, I want everyone to be prepared if they make a move.”

“Carnationspeckle gets nervous when she pushes too hard,” Oilstripe groaned, “and James doesn’t want to push at all. You’re still the best fighter in RippleClan, paws down.”

“Thank you, Oilstripe,” Weedfoot gulped, “but I’m sure, I don’t want to spar right now.”

“Why not?” Oilstripe asked. Her curious gaze drifted over Weedfoot’s fur. “Are you not feeling well? You devoured that bass like you haven’t eaten in moons.” Weedfoot glanced at her Clanmates, but they were all focused on their own tasks or disagreements.

“Step outside with me,” Weedfoot whispered, flicking her tail to the exit. Oilstripe quietly followed her out of camp. Weedfoot led her to the thin coast south of camp, far enough away that no one could hear them. She sat where the sand met the snow-speckled grass.

[Image ID: Weedfoot and Oilstripe face each other. Weedfoot says, “I don’t know if I can be a mother, Oilstripe. I only just decided to be a mate again.”]

“You aren’t the sort to be so nervous,” Oilstripe hummed. “What’s wrong?”

“Are there any ghosts listening in?” Weedfoot wondered as the fur on the back of her neck stood up.

“Weedfoot, just tell me what’s bothering you,” Oilstripe snapped.

“I can’t spar because I’m pregnant,” Weedfoot blurted. It was like the words exploded out of her. She subconsciously tucked her tail over her belly. Oilstripe’s whole pelt stood on end.

“Is this something we’re excited for?” Oilstripe gulped hesitantly, unable to tear her eyes off Weedfoot’s stomach.

“I don’t know,” Weedfoot groaned. She stared out at the ocean, which blew salty drops into her face. “I think I want these kits. James and I talked about parenthood half a moon ago. He would love to be a father. He said it would give him more excuses to stay in camp.” Weedfoot chuckled at the memory and looked back at Oilstripe, whose whole attention was stuck on her. “I don’t know if I can be a mother, Oilstripe. I only just decided to be a mate again.”

“You have a whole Clan of cats who adore you,” Oilstripe insisted. “We won’t put this all on you. We’ll drown your kits in love and attention.”

“I know,” Weedfoot purred, curling around her stiff belly. “I want these kits. That doesn’t stop me from being scared.”

“Does James know?” Oilstripe asked.

“Only Fennelspot and I,” Weedfoot admitted. “He told me this morning. I’m still overwhelmed.”

“It might make you feel better to see James lose his mind,” Oilstripe suggested, flicking her ears back toward camp. 

“I don’t want to stop the battle early,” Weedfoot said, settling down. “Could you sit with me for a while? We’ll go back soon, I promise.” Oilstripe scooted close and settled pelt-to-pelt against Weedfoot. It was hard for Weedfoot to form a complete thought as her mind fluttered through half-finished words and vague memories. As a large wave crashed onto the shore and stretched to meet Weedfoot’s paws, however, one word clarified itself like the shimmer of salt water on sand.

Wonderful.

(Weedfoot: 81, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Oilstripe: 36, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

[catgirlkirigiri]

would you mind explaining beamstar and oddstrike's story bc they seem so interesting....

YES I WOULD LOVE TO this is gonna get so long I’m sorry <3 I’m putting it under a read more for the sake of everyone’s dashboards

So. RippleClan started out very normal, 10 founders a fair amount of warriors it was going fine. That is until Ripplestar died 6 moons into the Clan’s existence - just in time for their apprentice Beampaw to get her warrior name, Beamstep (after Ripplestar’s warrior name, Ripplestep). Sparkstar, the second leader, didn’t last too long either, dying only 9 moons later. Leestar, the next leader, only lasted 4. By that point Beamstep was one of I believe three remaining founders, along with the founding medic who would die a moon later and one other remaining warrior. Beamstar then became the Clan’s fourth leader.

Within 30 moons of RippleClan’s existence, Beamstar could only watch as her Clanmates slowly died off, in the end leaving only her and Oddstrike, the child of a loner who’d joined with their father and brother. Beamstar and Oddstrike had never really gotten along, but being the only cats remaining in the Clan, attempted to set aside their differences to keep RippleClan alive. Oddstrike’s death loop began few moons into this bitter era of the Clan.

The first time Oddstrike would experience a loop was after Beamstar died, leaving them alone to become the leader and sole survivor of RippleClan. In the following moon, they were taken out by enemy Clans until they finally died for good… only to wake up alive again, the day Beamstar had died. This was the only loop in which Oddstrike was taken back further than the morning of their death. (From a gameplay perspective I was just resetting so the Clan wasn’t toast - some friends I told about this as it happened thought the death loop approach would be funny, so it became canon.) Over the course of RippleClan’s empty moons and slow repopulation, Oddstrike died a total of 59 times before finally breaking the loop when they died peacefully of old age at 193 moons. But now we’re getting ahead of ourselves!

After nearly 20 moons of bickering, including a divorce or two, Beamstar and Oddstrike welcomed their first litter of kits: Poppykit, Cloverkit, and Pouncekit. There was a war declared a bit after these three were born but it’s fine don’t even worry about a Clan declaring war on a divorced couple and their infant children. Beamstar and Oddstrike broke up practically every third moon, but always ended up getting back together. (Their hate and romantic love for each other are both maxed out.) This first trio of kits became Poppyeyes, the new medic, Cloverpad, and Pouncepetal. Just a few moons after they earned their full names, their younger siblings were born - Wheatkit, Antlerkit, and Rosekit, soon to be Wheatfur, Antlertuft, and Roseacorn. These would be the only kits the pair had together, and no, having children did Not help the divorce cycle.

Between those litters, the first of many outsiders joined: Stumpywhisker, the retired young adult leader of the Clan that RippleClan went to war with. Stumpywhisker would eventually become Cloverpad’s mate, and they wound up having 15 kits but this isn’t about them <3 most of what happened in the coming moons began to revolve more around the oddbeam kits than the divorced guys themselves as RippleClan regrew, with more outsiders joining, allowing the Clan to prosper as the younger cats fell in love and invited loners and kittypets alike to stay. Oddstrike did of course continue their horrible death loop, dying for their Clanmates several times (namely their grandkits Ravenfall and Hornetstrike, whom they died for multiple times each) and the divorce cycle raged on. Beamstar and Oddstrike often hated even the thought of each other, thinking about how they wouldn’t miss the other when they died, yet they couldn’t keep themselves away from the only love they’d ever had.

Somewhere along the line that I don’t exactly remember the timing of, Wheatfur and Antlertuft both died, the whole Clan grieving the cats that to most were a brother, an uncle, or a son. Oddstrike also lost their left leg to a snare and their tail to a dog. (Poppyeyes held funerals for his dad’s amputated limbs which I found very sweet.) Oddstrike remained Beamstar’s deputy for nearly her whole leadership, though they finally retired a couple moons before the end of the dark era the pair led RippleClan out of, leaving the role to their daughter Cloverpad.

After over 100 moons that felt like an eternity (probably because Oddstrike kept dying and making me reset lmao) Beamstar’s lives dwindled, and she finally died of old age surrounded by the Clan she’d worked so hard to save. Beamstar spent 125 of the 164 moons she lived as leader, and probably half of those were spent divorcing Oddstrike, who outlived her by 44 moons. I’d like to think they’re still getting married and divorced all the time up in StarClan now.

But yeah that’s basically it! A beautiful toxic cycle of marriage and divorce in the midst of a dying Clan they were both so desperate to bring back from the brink of extinction. It’s been 300 moons in RippleClan since Beamstar died, and while they’re still a pretty small Clan, they continue to stay alive. The current leader is Beamstar and Oddstrike’s great granddaughter.

[toothandclaw-rp-blog]

Tooth and Claw - Now Open!

Tooth & Claw is a Discord based Warriors (by Erin Hunter) RP focused on two clans, MeadowClan and RippleClan, and pagan based Coven. Set in the wondrous beauty of Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada, come and explore the wild world of these troubled individuals: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfn8h73iUqSp-VmM8u7R7WFqyGHy1pVMtYA4z3Y7PVmxjMfiQ/viewform

> *It wasn’t StarClan, they had not forgotten us nor had they caused misfortune; it was us, being reckless, being power hungry and desperate for balance within the forest.*

> *RidgeClan had began to stray away from Clan ways, disgracing StarClan, and chasing out the Coven for more land, causing the death of several cats. Their leader was sick in the brain, and rogues began to become more frequent with the intent of joining RidgeClan and causing as much havoc as they could for the rest of the clans. RippleClan, MeadowClan may have been strong in their own ways, but RidgeClan had grown in great numbers. Fear lurked about, and RidgeClan was preparing to dominate the clans.*

> *But alas, over many moons of raiding, the two clans had joined forces and forged an alliance with the homeless Coven and arose to defeat RidgeClan with their numbers, and officially put an end to them, leaving only 2 clans within the forest and the Coven in their rightful land.*

> *To ensure nothing ever took place like this again, the two clans and the Coven did not allow the rekindling of RidgeClan, even when StarClan ordered it.*

> *Of course many more stories took place after the downfall of the Clan of Shadows, but our story, our tale, takes place in the modern day, generations past the three clans.*

> *The clans and the tribe have shifted territories over time, as well as their beliefs and traditions, forming a revolution of clans- stronger ones with greater strength and beliefs.*

Are you ready to explore the wilderness, talk to ancestors long past, and fight tooth and claw for what you believe in? For what you know is right? View a teaser of our upcoming plot here:

It was raining, storming even. Lighting carried around the land and the sky remained dark, but the clans decided to hold their gathering regardless. The lone leader climbed upon the ruins of an ancient twoleg den on the island just off the shore of the Truce Lands, and peered down at their clan mates below. Thornstar of MeadowClan perched elegantly, awaiting the second leader’s arrival with a slightly worried expression. Crowstar then emerged from the dark, with a weary band of cats trailing behind him. The RippleClan leader had appeared to carry a dreadful cloud as he had scaled the structure to rest beside the MeadowClan leader. Thornstar greeted him with her usual kind words, but they had been tossed to the side when the Crowstar reminded her they had  announcements before proceeding on. The entire island grew eerily silent besides the frequent croaking of nearby frogs. “The medicine apprentice of RippleClan,” Began the leader, “Shadowpaw… he has had a dream, but only wants to speak of it in front of the clans. He wishes not to tell a soul, for StarClan has told him to only tell at the gathering… please, allow him to speak.” The clan mates, swept away by curiosity at what could be so important to only be mentioned at the gathering, slowly turned to Shadowpaw with question.

At first it was silent, until Shadowpaw finally stepped forward to speak. His jaws had only just parted to allow words to come out, but suddenly, lightning struck a tree that hung over Shadowpaw, who was fortunately away from the crowd. The tree had missed the two leaders by a mere inch, and even some warriors… but sadly, it fell down upon Shadowpaw and killed him immediately before the prophecy could be spoken.

Shrieks of horror erupted from the clans as the tree ignited and Shadowpaw was nowhere to be seen. Crowstar, being the leader of the apprentice, immediately leapt from the rock and searched around.. he was devastated to find Shadowpaw paw hanging out from underneath the tree… he had been crushed. The corpse was retrieved, but he was already dead and burned. Only one thing could drift through the clans minds at this point… What was Shadowpaw going to say?

Come join us. Fight for what you know. Fight for the good of the clan, or for those you love. But no matter what you do, *you must fight.*

[nightclan-and-co]

Mossstar - formerly Mossflower - Leader of Rippleclan

Mossstar is probably the chillest leader, he loves making friends and hates conflict so he’ll try to resolve conflict as quickly and as efficiently as possible. Because of this and Cinderstar’s favoritism for peace, Rippleclan and Meadowclan cats are actually rather friendly to each other. (with restrictions, of course, Cinderstar will usually step in if she thinks two cats from each clan are getting too “friendly”, Mossstar has no problem with her doing so)

Mossstar is extremely friendly to loners and rogues, in fact a good chunk of Rippleclan used to be non-clan cats, while Rippleclan has gotten used to it and the Clans sometimes bring in outsiders to grow stronger and keep the bloodlines clean, Mossstar does it too often for many cat’s comfort.

He also loves to tell stories and will often visit the nursery to tell them to kits because most cats (being Rippleclan or not) have already heard all of them. 

Secretly, he gets lonely quickly, being the oldest leader and losing most of his lives due to old age everyone he knew in his younger years have died. Those who know this think the reason he lets so many cats join is because he’s looking for a mate, being uncomfortable in taking a clan-born cat as a mate as he has seen them grow from kit, to warrior or even elder. (though as a young warrior, he did have a crush on someone, and has regretted never following through with it.)

[arce-elliot]

A little thing I wrote for my character Hornetnose in @clansoforegon. I apologize in advance.

Also, keep in mind that all the subjects talked about in this story are vague and described from a child-like perspective. If that is something that you think may bother you, proceed with caution.

TW: death, head injury, child abuse, self-deprication

“It’s hard for me to tell what makes cats mad sometimes.”

My name is Hornetkit and I’m two moons old! I have a sister named Honeykit and two dads! My papa’s name is Sandtuft, he stays with us in the nursery. My father’s name is Salmonbelly, he’s a big, brave warrior!

I mean, Sandtuft is an amazing warrior too, but Salmonbelly is super strong! He doesn’t spend too much time with us but Sandtuft says he loves us very much. He’s just too busy being the best warrior in the Clan! I wanna be the best warrior one day too!

We’re in RippleClan, which is the best Clan ever! We live near the water and we get to eat fish! I haven’t gotten to try fish yet ‘cause I’m too little, but Sandtuft says we can try it soon!

We also have the best medicine cat! Their name is Smokeleaf. They get to spend all day in their den with lots of funny smelling leaves and pretty flowers! I try to sneak in there a lot to look, but Sandtuft says I shouldn’t do that. Sometimes I knock the leaves over but I don’t do it on purpose! My legs are long and it’s hard to walk! I don’t know how the grown-up cats do it.

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My name is Hornetkit and I’m in trouble. Well, Sandtuft and Honeykit say I’m not, but everyone looks at me like I am.

Honeykit and I got to go outside of the den for the first time a few days ago! I can’t remember it much but I bet it was super fun! But apparently I tripped and hit my head. I told you walking was too hard!

Anyway, Smokeleaf says I’m fine but I had to go in the medicine den for a few days. That was amazing! I got to see all the pretty leaves and things! Sometimes I even got to eat some stuff! It was very cool. I even started learning some of the names. The things that Smokeleaf keep giving me are called chamomile and feverfew! They are both cute little flowers so I don’t want to eat them, but they make my head not hurt as much and make it less fuzzy.

Sometimes I hear Smokeleaf and Swallowstar whispering outside the den. Sometimes they even say my name! But whenever I ask what they’re talking about Smokeleaf just makes this face and stops talking. I’m not sure what they’re talking about, but it makes Smokeleaf sad. I don’t want them to be sad!

Sandtuft and Honeykit visit me a lot! Salmonbelly hasn’t had a chance yet, though. He’s too busy hunting!

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My name is Hornetkit and I’m so proud of my sister! She became an apprentice today! Her mentor is Fawnwhisker. She’s super excited but she’s sad that I can’t be an apprentice yet. That’s what Swallowstar and Smokeleaf were always whispering about, apparently, but its fine! Swallowstar just wants to make sure I’m totally fine to become the best warrior ever! At least, that’s what Sandtuft told me.

Sandtuft was very upset about it too. I tried to tell him it was okay but he was still very sad. I heard him and Salmonbelly arguing the other day, and Sandtuft sounded like he was crying. I hope he’s okay.

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My name is Hornetpaw and I’m an apprentice now! My mentor is Mottlefoot and he is the second best warrior ever! He would be the best, but Salmonbelly is the best! He even came to my apprentice ceremony! He was kind of frowny the whole time, but he’s usually like that! I finally get to sleep in the apprentice’s den with Honeypaw and that’s so fun! We haven’t gotten to train together yet but Mottlefoot says we could later if I work really hard!

I’m trying my best but I don’t think I’m learning fast enough. Mottlefoot is very nice and patient, but when I get something wrong he smiles at me and something’s wrong with it. It’s a good smile, but it’s…it’s hard to explain. It reminds me of the smile Smokeleaf gave me in the medicine den when I was little.

I’m going to say a mean thing, but I would never say it if I wasn’t repeating it. Salmonbelly pulled me aside the other day and told me that Mottlefoot was…that he was a… “mouseheart”. Ugh, even thinking about it makes me feel icky. What a mean thing to say! He said that I was never going to learn to fight well with him as my mentor. I tried to say something back but he kind of walked away.

Mottlefoot said it was okay I wasn’t good at fighting. He says that every cat in the Clan has different skills and that makes a Clan strong. But Salmonbelly says I’m not a good warrior if I can’t fight. How am I going to be the best warrior ever if I’m not sure what being the best warrior even means?

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My name is Hornetpaw and today was a bad day.

Sandtuft took me out hunting today and we ran into a big fox. It was so big, and its teeth were so sharp, I’ve never seen anything scarier in my life. Sandtuft told me to run back to camp and get help, and I ran back so fast, I ran as fast as I could, I did my best I tried so hard!

But by the time we got back to the fox…Sandtuft was hurt really bad. I don’t remember much after that; Smokeleaf says I fainted. But we had the vigil tonight and it was so sad. I can’t believe he’s gone. But Mottlefoot says he’s up in StarClan now, watching over us, and that I’ll get to see him again someday. I hope so.

Salmonbelly won’t talk to me. I overheard one of the younger apprentices saying something. Honeypaw tried to cut them off, but I heard what they said. They said Salmonbelly thinks it’s my fault. But I did everything Sandtuft told me to do! I tried my best!

I don’t know what to think. I’m just sad. I want my papa to come back.

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My name is Hornetpaw and I’m scared.

Salmonbelly keeps trying to help me fight better. Whenever I’m out hunting by myself he keeps following me and we always end up sparring. It’s really scary, but I don’t think if I told anyone they would believe me. I mean, Salmonbelly is the best warrior in the Clan, so he knows what he’s doing. Maybe this happens to all the apprentices? Yeah, that makes sense.

Honeypaw is going to be made a warrior soon! I’m so excited! I bet she’s going to get the coolest name ever! Mottlefoot says I’ve still got a little bit to go but I think that’s fine! I don’t want to be a warrior until I’m the best warrior!

Maybe I should ask Honeypaw about Salmonbelly? I don’t know, I don’t want her to get mad at me! It’s hard for me to tell what makes cats mad sometimes.

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My name is Hornetpaw and I’ve decided that Salmonbelly might not be the best warrior.

I know that sounds really silly, but it took a long time to think about. I told Honeybee (that’s her name now, Honeybee! Isn’t that amazing?) about what Salmonbelly was doing and she did get kind of mad. But she told me it wasn’t because of me, but that he wasn’t supposed to be doing that. She said she wouldn’t tell, though.

I don’t think Salmonbelly can still be the best warrior if he’s not following all the rules. Warriors are supposed to follow the rules, right?

Maybe if I train really hard he’ll stop doing it. I’m going to ask Mottlefoot if we can do more battle training!

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My name is Hornetpaw and my ear hurts really bad.

I did something a little stupid. Salmonbelly snuck up on me again and I told him that he wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. I didn’t tell him who told me, even when he asked me. I’m really proud of myself! He yelled at me super loud and I didn’t even run away! I did flinch a little, though.

Sometimes he hits me over the head with his paw. It doesn’t hurt that bad, it’s just a little cuff, that’s all. Today though he didn’t do it right. Mottlefoot says we’re supposed to keep our claws in whenever we battle train but everyone makes mistakes! Anyway, his claw caught my ear a bit. It hurt a lot but now I have a nick in my ear like all the big strong warriors have! He told me I can’t ever tell anyone how I got it though. I made up this cool story about catching a really strong rabbit that kicked me! Even Honeybee believed it, I’m getting super clever!

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My name is Hornetnose! I’m a warrior now!

After my ear got hurt Salmonbelly didn’t bother me anymore. I guess it was a test and I passed! I had my warrior assessment a few days ago and I caught a really big fish and a bird! I also found some foxglove in the territory that no cat had found before! I smelled it super easy, but apparently no one else could. Mottlefoot said that it was poisonous and I did a good job, because now they can tell everyone where it is to avoid it!

Swallowstar named me ‘Hornetnose’ for my ‘exceptional tracking ability’. Did you hear that! I’m exceptional! That’s a very big word, but Honeybee said it meant ‘really really good’!

I don’t know if I’m the best warrior, but at least I’m an exceptional one!

[warriorcatsausandheadcannons]

This story features roles and aspects from @rippleclan this is due to the fact that their roles and aspects that the creations the roles have is extremely interesting

This will be were you get information about the clan and the tags where to find the posts

#honeyclan is where you will find all things to do with honeyclan

#honeyclanlore is all the lore posts about the past of cats or deepdives into their head and personalitys are

#Honeyclanstory is the link to honeyclans moons for the story

Honeyclanvotes is votes for the lore we shall explore

This is extremely inspired by rippleclan and I hope you enjoy!