#scalekit

[howl-clan]

ok i guess we're doing this. say hello to the founding members of howlclan!

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 53

Mosspounce is caught giving his catch to a rogue, whom Lavendertwist chases off.

[Image ID: Mosspounce speaks to Lemmy, but Lavendertwist approaches, yowling, “Mosspounce!”]

“So you’re…” Mosspounce said, “...an enforcer?”

“It’s a position of some authority with the Witch Hunters,” Lemmy explained. “I’m responsible for carrying out the plans of our higher ranking members and managing the day to day activities of some of our community. I make sure they’re following the rules of our home.”

“Like a codekeeper?” Mosspounce asked.

“Do you think I know enough about Clan culture to say?” Lemmy scoffed. With cold weather slamming into the Clans early, Mosspounce met his friend on her side of the river that day, beside a small fire. Mosspounce caught a small fish and staked it beside the fire to cook. Lemmy’s fur looked yellow in the firelight and the dull morning haze that broke through the thick clouds.

“Well that meeting of yours looked a lot like one of our Gatherings,” Mosspounce sighed, poking the fish. “Maybe you know more than you let on.” 

“Mosspounce—” Lemmy groaned.

“No, please don’t tell me to let it go,” Mosspounce snapped, his tail smacking the ground. “This is the third time I’ve seen you since then and you still won’t explain what in StarClan your friends are doing. You promised we would talk about it later, Lemmy. I need you to tell me the truth, were you one of the cats who killed Bubblemoon?”

“No,” Lemmy growled, lips curling. Mosspounce forced himself to relax. He stared at the fire to cool the flames itching in his blood.

“You have roles and leaders and faith, just like we do,” Mosspounce huffed, “so why try to kill us?” Lemmy tucked her tail over her paws. She stared at the fire as well. It was easier than one of them meeting the other’s eye. The smoke blew over Mosspounce’s head.

“Do you know what I mean when I discuss the Other Side?” Lemmy sighed. “Most of the loners and house cats of the land believe that after a year in the mortal world settling our affairs, we will all go to the Other Side to play out our own eternal peace. Good or bad, we all go to the Other Side. The crows guide us there when our time comes, and they protect its denizens.”

“Can your leader really speak to crows?” Mosspounce asked. He glanced up, half expecting to see a beady-eyed crow watching from the trees, ready to fly back and report.

“It’s the other way around,” Lemmy explained. “Madeline would not understand the crows if they did not want to speak to her. The peace of the Other Side is more sacred than anything else. We call those who disturb that peace witches. It’s the job of the Witch Hunters to make sure no one is disturbing the dead. Madeline became the Witch Hunter General about a year ago, and that’s when she started learning more about the Clans. We didn’t know about your StarClan until she heard a story from a housecat. She believes you are the worst witches to ever wander near our home. She believes killing you all will protect the peace of our dead. She’s been studying you and strategizing how to pull you apart ever since she declared war in the name of the Other Side.”

“StarClan chooses to talk to us,” Mosspounce huffed. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth as he spoke. “They want to be involved in our affairs. We aren’t disturbing anyone! How is that any different from your crows?”

“Madeline either does not know,” Lemmy muttered, “or does not care. She and many of the Witch Hunters believe they are securing their eternal peace by ambushing who they can by the borders. They hope to find your weaknesses and tear into your camps. They’ll kill most of you and rescue the young cats to save them from witchcraft.”

“That’s what you wanted me to do.” Mosspounce pulled the cooked fish away from the fire. He stared into its dead eye. “You wanted me to leave my family to die. Is that what you still want, Lemmy? I may like you, but I’m not letting you do that.” Even though he laughed through it, shock slipped between the cracks in Mosspounce’s anger. Did he just say he liked Lemmy? Out loud? He waited for Lemmy to mock him. He needed her to mock him for that, to ease the strain in the air. Mosspounce dared to look at Lemmy. She was staring at him, expressionless.

“Mosspounce, why do you think I visit you?” Lemmy asked. Mosspounce wanted to say “Because you like me too,” but found his words dead well before they reached his mouth. Lemmy walked up to the river. She stared downstream, toward the ocean stretching out into infinity in the distance. “I dream of rock-lined shores and strangers sitting beside me, offering me suggestions. It’s usually a black kit, encouraging me to listen to my deepest curiosities. I know I’ve never met her before.” Lemmy looked back to Mosspounce. “She told me she was a member of StarClan.”

“Not many cats get visited in their dreams,” Mosspounce mumbled. He joined Lemmy along the river. “Usually they visit leaders and clerics. You… you must be pretty special if StarClan speaks to you.”

“No, Mosspounce, I can’t be special,” Lemmy insisted. “I can’t be speaking to the dead. I’m a Witch Hunter! It is my job to protect the dead, not to cavort with them!” She sat with a huff, staring at her rippled reflection in the rushing river. “I tried to ignore the dreams, but after Madeline ordered us to attack a Clan patrol and gauge their strength, they started coming every night. They’re constantly asking me to see you, of all cats. It’s why I didn’t kill you last summer. The Witch Hunters are trying to do what they think is right, I can’t—”

“Mosspounce!” Mosspounce nearly choked. Lavendertwist stood on the other side of the river, collarless. Mosspounce turned to Lemmy, but she hurried back through the trees.

“Wait!” Mosspounce yowled, but it was of no use. Lemmy would not be coming back that day. Lavendertwist waded across the river, watching the fire and the cooked fish. Mosspounce groaned and braced himself.

“Mosspounce, were you cooking this fish for your runaway friend?” Lavendertwist asked. Mosspounce’s stomach clenched. He didn’t know who Lemmy was. Mosspounce liked to say he had his father’s charm; now it was time for him to inherit his father’s skillful lying.

“She was hungry,” Mosspounce gulped, slowly joining Lavendertwist by the fire. “She was thinking about joining the Clan. There’s so much prey at camp, I thought it would be alright to cook something for her.”

“I’m not mad, don’t worry,” Lavendertwist sighed, tail touching Mosspounce’s side comfortingly. “Glad you have a friend, but really, Moss, you know we can’t be sharing prey with cats who aren’t in the Clan. We gotta feed Clammask’s kits.”

“I’m sorry,” Mosspounce chuckled awkwardly, giving his chest a lick.

“Make sure everyone else eats today, and we won’t tell my mother,” Lavendertwist purred with a wink. He kicked dirt over the fire and dug a hole for the code-breaking fish. Mosspounce nodded along. Better to not eat than tell Lavendertwist who Lemmy really was. Still, he couldn’t help but glance the way Lemmy ran and wonder, how much longer would she be safe with the Witch Hunters?

(Mosspounce: 14, male, caretaker, adventurous, talented fire-starter)

(Lemmy: 29, female, Witch Hunter enforcer, cold, deep StarClan bond)

(Lavendertwist: 19, male, warrior, playful, good singer, good storyteller)

Even though he is excited to be an apprentice, Scalekit still needs coaxing from James to step up for his ceremony. He is named Scalepaw and is apprenticed to Lavendertwist.

[Image ID: Scalepaw is now an apprentice, and is clearly developing white spots of vitiligo. Under him, it says LEVEL UP! SCALEKIT -> SCALEPAW.]

(Scalepaw: 6, male, warrior apprentice, lonesome, avid play-fighter)

Rustshade gives Leatherkit a task.

[Image ID: Rustshade says to Leatherkit, “Leatherkit, fetch Carnationspeckle for me. I need to ask her something.” Under Leatherkit, it says + NEW SKILL: ACID PLAY-FIGHTER, + NEW SKILL: CONFIDENT WITH WORDS.]

(Rustshade: 97, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Leatherkit: 1, male, kit, impulsive, avid play-fighter, confident with words)

Tempestshade goes on trial to determine her responsibility for Ripplefern’s death.

[Image ID: Puddlewhisper stands with Tempestshade while Troutpool speaks. Under Troutpool, it says + GUIDANCE FROM STARCLAN: LIVING DEATH OMEN.]

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“This collar is killing me,” Tempestshade groaned into Puddlewhisper’s ear, one paw digging under the tight leather around her neck.

“Tempestshade, please,” Puddlewhisper muttered. She eyed the cats gathered around her, engrossed in Tempestshade’s trial. She rubbed the band around her paw. Only one other cat had ever worn the band in RippleClan’s history; Puddlewhisper’s mentor, and the cat in charge of finding Tempestshade guilty of deadly recklessness. Rustshade took this trial as seriously as he took Shadowdrop’s trial over a year ago. How ironic, then, that it was one of Shadowdrop’s kits on trial.

Save for Weedfoot’s statement of the accident’s aftermath, there weren’t exactly other witnesses to Ripplefern’s death. It made it hard to disprove anything Tempestshade claimed (she had spoken first in the trial, fervently defending the sudden and accidental nature of the incident). Most of Rustshade’s argument, therefore, was based on Tempestshade’s character. He actually called Oilstripe to testify as a historian, relating Tempestshade’s personal history to the Clan. Puddlewhisper flinched for Tempestshade’s sake with each new descriptor thrown out. Kit-like. Reckless. Irresponsible. Selfish. 

“Downstar, at this point, Rustshade is bullying my charge,” Puddlewhisper finally snapped midway through Oilstripe’s testimony. “None of this changes the facts of the event. Tempestshade could be StarClan’s shining example of responsibility, and Ripplefern would still be dead!” Nausea almost overcame Puddlewhisper. Ripplefern had loved the ocean. She loved swimming with Carnationspeckle. If she hadn’t been with Tempestshade that day, would she still be with her littermates? Puddlewhisper glanced toward her surviving family. Waspdawn was as stoic as ever, watching the trial intently from in front of the medicine den. Scalepaw watched from behind him. Paleseed and Lavendertwist leaned into each other, with Elmsprout occasionally licking Lavendertwist’s ear. James sat as close to Weedfoot as he could without disrupting her role. How badly did Puddlewhisper’s mother want to slip into the comforting embrace of her family?

“I would appreciate it if I could continue laying out the basis of my argument, Puddlewhisper,” Rustshade huffed. 

“Alright,” Downstar snapped with a wave of her tail. “Let’s try to finish this statement and move on with this trial, shall we?”

“Lucky for us, I’ve asked all of my questions,” Rustshade sighed. “Thank you for your time, Oilstripe.” Oilstripe glanced awkwardly toward Tempestshade and Puddlewhisper. She bowed her head and scurried back into the crowd, settling next to Carnationspeckle and Troutpool.

“Puddlewhisper, you haven’t had much to say,” Downstar said. “Do you have a witness to call or evidence to present?”

“Actually, Downstar,” Puddlewhisper huffed, getting to her paws, “I don’t have anything else to present. Because there is nothing I could present to you. This was a sudden, unexpected accident. There was nothing else Tempestshade could have done to save Ripplefern’s life. Even if you truly suspect that she, she abandoned my sister to the waves to save herself, there’s no way to prove that. Weedfoot and Troutpool found Tempestshade after the accident, the raft has nothing to tell us… Rustshade’s argument is baseless.” Would Ripplefern agree? Puddlewhisper could almost feel her sister rubbing against her in silent support (yet did not notice Oilstripe staring her way, seeing something Puddlewhisper could not).

“And yet I direct you back to Oilstripe’s official summary of Tempestshade’s life in the Clan,” Rustshade interrupted. He had the gall to block Puddlewhisper’s view of Downstar. “Tempestshade’s kithood mischief led to the death of her father. She was an ornery apprentice. She has put herself above her Clanmates many a time. What is more realistic? That Tempestshade fought to save Ripplefern and risked her own life? Or that she left Ripplefern attached to the raft and saved herself?”

“Hold on!” Troutpool squirmed away from her mothers and marched into the clearing. “Hold on, please. I have something to say about all this.”

“Is this as a witness, or as a cleric?” Downstar asked.

“A cleric,” Troutpool gulped. “Tempestshade technically is at fault for the accident, but not in any way she could control.” Tension rippled through RippleClan. Puddlewhisper dug her paws into the sand.

“You say that like I caused the wave,” Tempestshade scoffed. Troutpool flinched, whiskers twitching in pained sympathy. Tempestshade’s bravado faded, slowly replaced with horror. “That is what you’re saying.”

“Shortly before the trial, I was checking the gardens,” Troutpool explained quietly. “A cloud passed over the sun and covered the garden in shadow. When that happened, I couldn’t breathe. My whole pelt itched and burned. For a second, I thought StarClan was striking me dead. But then the cloud moved away from the sun. As soon as the light touched my fur, I could breathe again. I needed time to understand what that sign meant, but after listening to my mother’s summary of Tempestshade’s life, I think I understand.” Troutpool turned away from Tempestshade and Puddlewhisper. “Tempestshade was born to a dying queen. I believe that this event… infected her on a spiritual level. We saw it with Shadowdrop and one of Downstar’s lives, and now we see it with Ripplefern. Being alone with Tempestshade risks death. She is a walking omen of death.” The Clan was eerily silent.

“That’s a lie,” Tempestshade growled, lips curled. “That’s a lie! I’m not an omen! Tell them, Puddlewhisper!” Yet Puddlewhisper was as silent as everyone else. Tempestshade stepped away from her, eyeing her Clanmates like they were ready to attack. She left long claw marks in the sand. Puddlewhisper flinched away from her charge, staring at Troutpool.

You couldn’t call someone guilty for being born an omen. You could, however, feel guilty when said omen ran out of camp the moment the innocent verdict came back, and no one dared to follow her.

(Tempestshade: 14, female, caretaker, childish, incredible cook)

(Puddlewhisper: 18, trans female, codekeeper, righteous, natural intuition, ghost sense)

(Rustshade: 97, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Downstar: 112, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Troutpool: 14, female, cleric, insecure, ghost sense)

Halibutdusk spars with Splashkit while James looks after Honeykit and Drumkit.

[Image ID: Halibutdusk plays with Splashkit while James sits with Honeykit and Drumkit in the back. Under Splashkit, it says + NEW SKILL: NEVER SITS STILL. Under Honeykit, it says + NEW SKILL: HAS LOTS OF IDEAS. Under Drumkit, it says + NEW SKILL: MOSS-BALL HUNTER.]

(Halibutdusk: 45, nonbinary (they/them), warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

(Splashkit: 1, male, kit, noisy, never sits still)

(James: 129, male, elder, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Honeykit: 1, male, kit, noisy, has lots of ideas)

(Drumkit: 1, female, kit, quiet, moss-ball hunter)

[bluvioletbird]

I have no idea what the quality is gonna look like on this one so fullview is your friend! But I started a new Clangen game where I give every cat an MSPaint portrait on first joining. This is the first 14 moons :) I love my babeys

[citrineclan]

Clangen is a fanmade game by just-some-cat on Tumblr. If you're interested, download it here!

RULES

I draw at least one interaction per moon.

The game is started with only two kits.

Any interactions with Starclan will be ignored.

I get to save state to prevent deaths until another cat has joined the clan.

Other than that play as per usual idk

When Scalekit and Freezekit woke up, their clan had vanished. Saltclan agreed the kits were liabilities in the pilgrimage they were ordered to undertake by the Spirits, so the two were left behind. As if an apology from the kits' clanmates, the prey pile remained, though slightly stale. Other than that, all that was left was the open ocean that lapped at the shore and the distant cry of passing seagulls. Completely alone, the kits renamed themselves Citrineclan. Now, they begin their efforts to rebuild their home.

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[cloudyclan-clangen]

Scalestripe bonus art ☁️

Here we have Scalekit and Scalepaw. I drew Scalekit because I got excited about his heterochromia. Then I drew Scalepaw because he had the status “apologizes to his prey before taking a bite.”

He’s a cute little guy. He’s currently a warrior and I’m hoping to see more from him soon.

[little-nightowl-ovo]

Freeze (oc)

Here’s my oc Freeze, she’s one of the mothers of Hawkkit, Wispkit, Scalekit, Copperkit and Brownkit She’s the mate of Sleek and is a warrior of Ridgeclan. She’s the stricter of the two mothers, but only because she loves her kits more than life and doesn’t want to see them hurt.

[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

[grassclan-the-clan-of-grass]

Clangen Inspired Comic Series

[summary to be added after prologue]

This is my first proper comic that I'm posting online so please be kind to me ^_^ but also I love feedback! Fanart is 100% allowed and enjoyed and will make me jump for joys

All posts with a cat will be tagged "Grassclan-[Prefix]" if I decide to give multiple cats the same prefix it'll be "[Prefix2]" and so on (but generally I'll be avoiding this due to me only writing prefixes in my notes.

Non-comic related art will be under "Grassclan bonus content"

Current Allegiances (Cats Introduced)

Leader — Foxstar

Deputy — Minkbellow

Healer — Shadewistle

Warriors —

Flutterlight (mentioned)

Apprentices —

Buttercuppaw

Lynxpaw

Shadowpaw

Hemlockpaw

Kits —

Bloomkit

Scalekit

[gosha-cw]

A small concept sketch for Scalefur/star and a meme with Scalekit (future Scalestar), based on Kevin the kitten and the TikTok meme lol

Posted using PostyBirb

[kladovkakresti]

Комикс про Дождю, Орешка и Чешуинку из ролки про РП, придуманный только что

Объясню бэкстейдж, который был в ролевой:

Звёздная Чешка, мать Орешка, умирает и её место предводителя занимает Дождя. А спустя время у Ореха рождается дочь - Чешуинка, которая точь-в-точь похожа на свою бабушку (а сама бабушка, как оказывается, пропадает из Звёздного Племени). Да, она переродилась в Чешуинку, можно сказать

©Крестолапенко

English translation ↓

Rainfrost: Mother called. Yours (reference to Lapenko)

Nutpelt: B-but she's dead...

Skalekit: ...

Comic about Rainfrost, Nutpelt and Scalekit from the Riverclan warriors-cats role-play, just invented

I’ll explain the backstage that was in the role-playing:

Scalestar, Nutpelt's mother, dies and Rainfrost takes her place as leader. And after a while, Nutpelt gives birth to a daughter, Scalekit, who looks exactly like her grandmother (and the grandmother herself, as it turns out, disappears from the Starclan). Yes, she was reborn into Scalekit, you could say

©Krestolapenko

[typhos-c-dragon]

here's the current allegiances of braveclan now that. all that happened. gonna be kinda long, so under the cut it goes.

LEADER

SYCAMORESTAR - a light brown she-cat

DEPUTY

WRENSWIPE - a dorsal-striped gray and white tom

MEDICINE CATS

WISPTHUNDER - a gray tabby and white she-cat

CRANESPIRIT - a silver tabby and white she-cat

MOONSHADE - a dark gray tabby she-cat

SUGAR PLUM - a white and dark ginger tabby tom

MEDIATORS

DOODLE - a long-furred pale smoke she-cat

SUNSPECK - a long-furred speckled golden and white she-cat

WARRIORS

ASTERTOE - a long-furred white and dark ginger tabby tom

BEECHBEETLE - a white and ginger smoke tom

SHATTERFREEZE - a long-furred white and unusually dappled dark ginger she-cat

CINDERSTREAK - a long-furred silver tabby and white tom

CEDARHOLLOW - an unusually dappled golden and white tom

FREEZESWAN - a long-furred silver and white tom

ICEFROND - a pale smoke and white tom

ELKBELLY - a long-furred dark ginger tabby she-cat (APPRENTICE: ICICLEPAW)

DEERPAD - a long-furred gray tabby and white she-cat

EMBERCURRENT - a masked gray tabby and white tom

TORNFUR - a long-furred dark ginger tabby and white tom

JACKDAWFUR - a golden brown tabby and white she-cat

HANTU - a dorsal-striped black and white tom

AIRFRECKLE - an unusually spotted dark gray and white tom

NEEDLESTEP - a long-furred black and white she-cat with no tail

CURLEWPELT - a long-furred gray tabby and white she-cat

TWILIGHTRAIN - a light brown tom

SMOKEFEATHER - a silver tabby she-cat

ARCHSPLINTER - a long-furred golden tabby tom

WHISTLEFLICK - a long-furred speckled dark gray and white tom

FLOWERSPOT - an unusually dappled dark ginger she-cat

VIXENHEART - a long-furred unusually spotted ginger she-cat

SLEETSPECK - a light brown tabby tom

COMFREYWHISKER - an unusually dappled pale gray and white tom

MUSHROOMFERN - a pale gray tabby tom

YEZA - a long-furred speckled gray tom

LAVENDERHEART - a long-furred dark ginger tabby and white she-cat

STICKCLAW - a gray smoke tom

CONIFERWING - an unusually spotted cream she-cat

TIGERSCRATCH - a long-furred speckled ginger tom

WINDWHISPER - an unusually dappled dark gray she-cat

SANDTOOTH - a long-furred light brown tabby she-cat

ASPENDUSK - a long-furred golden brown tabby cat

SKYSTONE - a long-furred pale gray tom

SHINESTRIPE - a light brown/dark brown mottled she-cat

LIGHTNINGFUZZ - a long-furred white tom

PRANCEFRECKLE - a speckled pale gray she-cat

APPRENTICES

BRACKENPAW - a dorsal-striped brown tom

ICICLEPAW - an unusually spotted black and white she-cat

QUEENS AND KITS

GRAYCRY - a long-furred ginger smoke she-cat (caring for Lightkit - a masked brown tabby tom, and Ruekit - a brown tabby she-cat) (APPRENTICE: BRACKENPAW)

MAPLEFUR - a long-furred gray tabby and white she-cat (caring for Scalekit - a black tabby and white she-cat, Gingerkit - a ginger tabby and white she-cat, Primkit - a white and masked black tabby she-cat, and Ridgekit - a white and gray tabby tom)

ELDERS

VINEBOUNCE - a long-furred dark brown/golden brown mottled she-cat

CLOUDRISE - a masked silver tabby she-cat

YARROWTOOTH - a pale gray tom

[howl-clan]

moon 1

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 48

Weedfoot and James discover that Scalekit is extremely sensitive to certain sounds and textures. He starts crying at the feeling of leather.

[Image ID: Weedfoot and James stand behind Scalekit, who is an older kit now. Under Scalekit, it says + NEW SKILL: AVID PLAY-FIGHTER, + PERMANENT CONDITION: SENSORY SENSITIVITIES. Fennelspot tells the group, “We’re a sensitive species. Some more than others.”]

(James: 124, male, elder, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Weedfoot: 97, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Scalekit: 1, male, kit, lonesome, avid play-fighter)

(Fennelspot: 105, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

Rustshade tells himself he cannot let his feelings consume him, he must move on. Clammask’s grief begins to lessen. Weedfoot picks herself out of her nest and begins her day anew, a fresh conviction in her heart.

[Image ID: Rustshade, Clammask, and Weedfoot stand together. Under each of them, it says - CONDITION: GRIEVING.]

(Rustshade: 92, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Clammask: 42, female, caretaker, righteous, lore master, good teacher)

(Weedfoot: 97, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

Spikecrash and Darkkick have both healed, but remain scarred by their injuries.

[Image ID: Spikecrash has a small scar at the base of her tail, while Darkkick has scars wrapping his tail. Under Spikecrash, it says - CONDITION: BROKEN BACK. Under Darkkick, it says - CONDITION: MANGLED TAIL.]

(Spikecrash: 23, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

(Darkkick: 108, male, warrior, lonesome, talented swimmer, understands nature)

The new cleric apprentice from AshClan, Terracottapaw, comes asking for horsetail. They refuse to say why AshClan needs them but RippleClan still provides them with horsetail.

[Image ID: Paleseed tells a ginger tabby apprentice with white markings “You can talk to me if you’d like.”]

---

“I can’t believe I have another mediator to work with!” Paleseed cheered as she walked alongside Spikecrash. “I thought it would be ages before I had someone else with my training to help.”

“You can’t really call it training,” Spikecrash reminded her, features squishing together in awkward humility. “It’s just lived experience.”

“I’m just glad I’m not alone in this,” Paleseed purred, rubbing against Spikecrash. “I was worried I would ruin everything without help.”

“I’m sure you would have been fine without me,” Spikecrash sighed.

The pair approached the AshClan border near the end of a long, hot day. Bugs swarmed around Paleseed’s face and made her nose itch. A bug bute swelled in Spikecrash’s ear. The mediators almost couldn’t breathe through the thick humidity, but still they pressed on, hoping the cool night would quell some of the bugs. When the border came into view, there were already a few mediators waiting for them. There was Shellstripe, whom had offered a lot of valuable training during Gatherings and meetings. Two of Paleseed’s good friends, Frogbelly and Eveningshade, waited as well. An unfamiliar ginger apprentice lingered behind them, carefully eyeing the approaching cats.

“Ready for your first mediator meeting?” Paleseed asked, taking a deep breath.

“I think you are more nervous than I am,” Spikecrash said before pressing on. She and Paleseed stopped just a tail-length from the border, batting away gnats that tried to crawl onto their eyes.

“Good evening, Paleseed!” Frogbelly chirped, fur fluffing up at the sight of his friend. When he and the other AshClan cats spotted Spikecrash, he said “Oh, a new friend! Newtstream mentioned a potential future mediator in RippleClan!”

“Everyone, this is Spikecrash,” Paleseed explained, gently nudging Spikecrash’s chin up. “A horse broke her back, so we brought her to camp. She decided to become a mediator while she healed!”

“Recovering from a broken back is impressive, Mediator Spikecrash,” Eveningshade purred, bowing slightly. “Your clerics are skilled. StarClan must have blessed your recovery.”

“I’ll have this scar for the rest of my life,” Spikecrash sighed, showing off the deep gouge a bit above her tail, “but I can walk. The scar still aches sometimes.”

“Better some aches than to be paralyzed,” Eveningshade said with a dismissive flick of her whiskers.

“We were going to talk about how we can improve relations between our Clans, what with one of our apprentices abandoning us for your ranks,” Shellstripe gulped, “but we should start by getting to know you better, Mediator Spikecrash. Perhaps soon enough, we’ll be able to drop the honorific. I am Shellstripe, and this is Eveningshade and Frogbelly.” The gray and lilac cats stood taller when their names were spoken.

“You haven’t introduced this one yet,” Paleseed said. She nodded to the ginger cat lingering behind the group. “You must be newly apprenticed. What’s your name?”

“I am Terracottapaw,” the apprentice gulped, carefully slinking between the mediators. “I am Newtstream’s apprentice.” They squeezed their eyes tight and said very quickly, as though under interrogation, “I may smell like a tom but I am not a tom and want you to think of me as something else with they and them!”

“No need to be nervous, Terracottapaw!” Paleseed said. She crouched a bit to reach the small apprentice’s level. “My sister Puddlewhisper used to be a tom too. If you ever need a friend to talk to, I’m sure she’d love to chat with you at the next Gathering. It’s not the same experience, but she could help!” Terracottapaw nodded stiffly, not meeting Paleseed’s heather eyes.

“I thought this meeting was just for mediators,” Spikecrash noted. “What is a cleric apprentice doing here?”

“I have an official request for RippleClan,” Terracottapaw mumbled. Paleseed almost couldn’t hear them.

“Why don’t you and I step to the side?” Paleseed suggested, nodding to a tree that straddled the border. “Spikecrash can get acquainted with the other mediators that way.” Spikecrash stiffened as Frogbelly suddenly bombarded her with questions. Terracottapaw slunk away. Paleseed followed on her side of the border until they stopped by the trunk of the bordering tree. She rubbed against the tree, rubbing away bugs swarming her face.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Terracottapaw,” Paleseed said as the young apprentice carefully sat, “but why is Newtstream not here with you? It’s a big task to send a new apprentice out without their mentor.”

“We need horsetail, if your Clan has any to spare,” Terracottapaw asked softly. 

“Wouldn’t it be better to ask SlugClan for horsetail?” Paleseed suggested. “Their territory is better suited to growing horsetail. They’d be more likely to have extra.”

“Do you not have some?” Terracottapaw stammered, eyes wide. “Please! Newtstream said it has to come from RippleClan for the ritual to work!”

“Ritual?” Paleseed said. “What do you mean?” Terracottapaw squeezed their muzzle shut tight. They glanced toward the mediators, who were utterly absorbed in conversation with Spikecrash. They shivered despite the heavy heat. “You can talk to me if you’d like. You look like you have a lot on your shoulders for someone so young.”

“I just need the horsetail,” Terracottapaw gulped, shaking their head.

“I can ask Fennelspot if he has any to spare,” Paleseed sighed. Before she could pry any further, Spikecrash and the AshClan mediators strolled over to her and Terracottapaw. The ginger apprentice slipped back behind Shellstripe as they looped Paleseed in on their conversation.

What was happening in AshClan?

(Paleseed: 14, female, mediator, insecure, fast runner, steady paws)

(Spikecrash: 23, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

Halibutdusk realized tom doesn’t describe how they feel anymore.

[Image ID: Halibutdusk sits in the middle of the screen. Under them, it says LEVEL UP! MALE -> NON-BINARY (THEY/THEM).]

(Halibutdusk: 40, nonbinary (they/them), warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

Mosspaw plays with Lemmy along the border.

[Image ID: Mosspaw tells Lemmy “Maybe you’re too scared to spar with me.” Lemmy responds, “Excuse me?”]

---

Mosspaw had been on a hunting assessment when he saw Lemmy again. She was on RippleClan’s side of the river, sniffing at the current. Her whiskers twitched as the water sprayed her face with a soft mist. Her blue eyes scanned the territory but could not see Mosspaw’s dark pelt in the dappled shadows of the brush.

Downstar warned the Clan to keep an eye out for the attackers. Clammask warned Mosspaw to get backup if he saw any of the three cats again. Yet this tortoiseshell intrigued him. Were her friends waiting for a signal to attack? Was she looking for someone to kill? Hmm…

“If you’re looking to plan an ambush,” Mosspaw called, stalking out of the undergrowth, “you’ve picked a bad spot to wait.” Lenny’s eyes tightened. Her claws slipped out. Her tail thrashed about as she readied herself for the approaching attacker.

“You don’t have to be here,” Lemmy growled. “I’m not looking for a fight.”

“And yet you and your friends tried to kill me,” Mosspaw scoffed, taking a cocky step forward. “Can you explain why?” Lemmy fluffed herself up, trying to appear bigger than she was.

“You’re young,” she said. “You can leave this Clan and respect your ancestors rather than insult their rest with rituals and shrines.”

“I think you have an odd perspective on the Clans,” Mosspaw laughed. “But if you’re not going to kill me, might as well let you know my name. I’m Mosspaw. I overheard your friends call you Lemmy.”

“Go,” Lemmy hissed. “My fight’s not with you.” She turned back to the river. 

“Maybe you’re too scared to spar with me,” Mosspaw chuckled. He risked a few steps closer.

“Excuse me?” Lemmy faced Mosspaw again, lips curled. 

“You’re here to learn more about the Clans, aren’t you?” Mosspaw laughed, wiggling his flank. “Why not see how a Clan cat fights? A friendly spar between would-be killer and would-be victim.”

“You are an imbecile,” Lemmy snapped with a violent slash of her tail.

“You could say I have my father’s charm,” Mosspaw purred. “I’m just a tom who sees a pretty molly and wants to get to know her.”

“You want to spar?” Lemmy huffed. She crouched, claws sliding out and eyes sharp. “Fine then. Let’s spar.”

“This will be fun!” Mosspaw laughed as Lemmy pounced.

(Mosspaw: 9, male, caretaker apprentice, shameless, stares at fire)

(Lemmy: 24, female, rogue(?), cold, deep StarClan bond)

Mousesong scents AshClan on the territory, despite the good relations between Clans.

[Image ID: Mousesong looks up at a big tree, calling “Terracottapaw? Is that you?” Behind her, a massive dog pounces.]

---

As a codekeeper, it was Mousesong’s responsibility to enforce the code on her Clan, and that meant following up on the occasional rumor. She’d overheard an odd rumor one sleepless night in the warrior’s den that Elmsprout’s reason for joining RippleClan could have been to smuggle oceanic resources to her home under the guise of sanctuary. Now, Mousesong did not believe the rumor. Eelstar looked frustrated enough at Gatherings to make her think Elmsprout’s asylum was legitimate (although he had been oddly absent from the last Gathering, replaced instead by his deputy Barkfur). Still, it was worth setting up a stakeout by the AshClan border in the wee glimmers of the morning, bugs dancing around her ears and nipping at her scalp.

Mousesong didn’t have many places to hide with her bright white fur. She wasn’t much of a climber, which meant she couldn’t really hide in the trees. Would she have to smear her pelt with mud and crawl under a bush? Maybe there would be a thick enough shrub or something with white flowers to keep her camouflaged…

A strong fear scent slammed into Mousesong’s nose, making her stumble. StarClan was it thick! And fresh too, only minutes old. It certainly wasn’t RippleClan scent. No, the smell was AshClan through and through. What was an AshClan cat doing in RippleClan? Mousesong thought they were trying to stay friendly, despite the issue with Elmsprout. Why did they smell so terrified?

The odd scent was far more important than a rumor Mousesong already didn’t believe in. Her eyes traced an unseen trail further into RippleClan territory. Ears sharp and alert for sounds of an ambush, Mousesong followed the trail. She didn’t have to go far, however. Her tense ears picked up a hard sobbing sound from somewhere overhead. 

Mousesong scanned the trees, searching for odd colors amidst the low-lit green leaves. The fear scent slipped up a thick, round beech tree. A bright ginger pelt clung to a branch far overhead, shaking so violently that leaves tumbled off the twigs. Mousesong recognized the apprentice from the last Gathering a few days ago.

“Terracottapaw?” Mousesong called. “Is that you?” Terracottapaw gasped, silver eyes locking onto Mousesong like she was a bear.

“It’s after me,” Terracottapaw whined. “Autumnstar sent it after me!” They buried their face against the thick branch.

“What’s happening?” Mousesong huffed, looking about for a threat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Terracottapaw cried, refusing to lift their head. “Run, please!”

“I’m taking you back to AshClan,” Mousesong said. “I’ll keep you safe.” Her words began to falter as the sound of heavy paws grew closer. She could hear the thick panting well before she turned around. Claws at the ready, she arched her back and hissed at the approaching beast.

It was just like her sister described it from her own encounter as an apprentice; a massive dog, bigger than any dog she’d ever seen before. Tall, pointed ears, sharp as claws. Wild eyes. Hungry jaws.

Terracottapaw was gone by the time a patrol found Mousesong’s body.

(Mousesong: 25, female, codekeeper, loyal, keen eye)

[rootsclan]

RootsClan Portraits 5

Plumedance - Warrior Stonepaw - Appr.

Darkpaw - Appr. Frondpaw - Appr.

Petalpaw - Appr. Specklepaw - Appr.

Orchidpaw - Appr. Scalekit - Kit

Brackenkit - Kit Stonedawn - Elder

(All images credit to ClanGen)

Taken Moon 69

[catsandcomplexityaddiction]

d6CatClans System Playtesting - Y3 Summer

This is part of my d6CatClans pen&paper solo system.

After an eventful last season, onward we go...

Season Start

Neutral rolls for the seasonal table. No seasonal situations. Situations tick down.

Scarcity. Dry season is upon us. Moderate Scarcity Limit. Triage Limit is generous this season. Discontent and Trespass remain low. New Trespass situation is rolled: a hostile loner is skulking about the territory, not a survivor. Shadecloud's unhappiness situation rears its head in another fierce argument between him and his brother Hoofpelt. Hoofpelt thinks Shadepelt let their mother die out of spite, and calls him an honorary HarrowClan cat. No one intervenes.

Summer, Moon 1

Ages updated.  No new ceremonies. No new queens. No new litters.  No new patients.

Hunting - Mudwhisker, Sunwhisker, Cragpaw, Egretpaw

Border - Liontail, Galeclaw, Wallowpelt, Duskstar

Medicine - Shadecloud

Hunting. A boon success, earning a bonus skill point for one of our apprentices. Cragpaw. They also earn their seasonal skill points. (As an unrelated aside, I belated realize Shadecloud had a LP and could have saved his mother. Oops.) Sunwhisker spends an LP furthering her apprentice, Cragpaw again. Sometimes one sibling outshines another. Egretpaw doesn't seem bothered.

Border. Boon success. They try to address the loner situation. They fail. The loner mocks them at a distance, then runs off at the sound of other cats approaching. Rainstar heads this HarrowClan patrol - well into StormClan territory. Duskstar asks when she became so comfortable intruding. Rainstar firmly states her intent for StormClan to leave. She gives until the end of the wet season (winter). Duskstar says they aren't going anywhere, and calls for an attack. Liontail alone comes out unscathed as they get their tails handed to them. Rainstar takes Wallowpelt with her patrol as a prisoner. This success kind of turned around. Whelp.

Medicine. Neutral success. Shadecloud gathers herbs alone, despite Duskstar's orders to be in groups. Nothing happens, this time.

Back at camp, Duskstar reveals Wallowpelt's capture. Mudwhisker and Spottedstorm are beside themselves with fury. Duskstar declares intent to rescue. Spottedstorm immediatelt volunteers and won't be dissuaded. Mudwhisker stays with Scalekit. Final rescue patrol is Duskstar, Liontail, Spottedstorm, Bluestripe, Eveningeye, and Hazeclaw. Shadecloud gives a seasonal LP blessing to Duskstar. Off they go.

HarrowClan has guards out, but they're attacked fiercely and driven back. The patrol fights their way into the HarrowClan warrens, severely injuring the deputy Tawnypath as they go. It comes to a one on one between Rainstar and Duskstar, and Duskstar finds it in herself to pull out a win. When Rainstar is already driven back, Spottedstorm attacks. You were our friend! she says. Acaciafur and I grew with you, trusted you, would have been fighting for you right now if you'd been taken. Fury and betrayal pours off of Spottedstorm in waves.

This is my clan now, Rainstar says. This is my clan of choice. It's hard to tell how she feels about it. Her voice is hard, neutral, rough like the voices of most HarrowClan cats. 

Duskstar denies this is a clan. She declares it a den of rogues. Open combat commences, fierce and heartdriven, two clans with thick mistrust and betrayal between them. The StormClan cats' ferocity is near-overwhelming.

Spottedstorm falls. She doesn't rise again, but she yet lives. Numerous HarrowClan cats breath heavily, wounded and weary, shaking with battle strains. Duskstar and Rainstar circle anew.

Our ancestors chose me to protect HarrowClan, Rainstar says. And choose me to protect StormClan, says Duskstar. Fighting anew - Duskstar continues to do unusually well.

Eventually, both clans are exhausted. Wallowpelt has crept from the burrows and found his mother lying in pain. HarrowClan is spent, and StormClan tightly circled to protect one another. Most of the patrol are injured.

Duskstar says that enough is enough. There will be peace, or StormClan will return again and again until HarrowClan decides to go. This is ridiculous.  StormClan already agreed to let HarrowClan access the Moonfang. HarrowClan helped train Shadecloud. StormClan intended to respect the borders. HarrowClan supposedly has cats who intended to do the same. Are you warriors or rogues? Did your ancestors abandonment of StormClan also rob you of sense and discernment? She asks such things.

Tawnypath, limping, rejoins Rainstar. She says that they left StormClan because it was weak and indulgent, and that hasn't changed in her eyes. StormClan will grow docile and complacent again, attract predators again, and HarrowClan will suffer for it. Tawnypath followed the original medicine cat here. They knew what was coming. StormClan didn't listen. And Deepleaf has begun having the same visions.

Duskstar hisses in frustration. Then we work together, she says. Can we do that, or will we tear one another apart until all that remains is buzzard-food long before the foreseen danger comes?

Silence.

Duskstar eventually continues. Peace, she says. Accept peace. Keep peace. Keep the border. Continue gatherings. No more senseless fighting. No more raids. No more.

Rainstar says no. HarrowClan will not bow to StormClan demands. She is leader of HarrowClan, she says, and HarrowClan cats will break before they bend to the mercy of another. HarrowClan does not desire neighbors. Leave the area. Let there be peace that way.

Duskstar's manner is grim. The world will not ignore you while you hide in your burrows, she says. You will not find peace with your head in the dirt. But if that is what you choose, so be it. But StormClan will not break first.

Duskstar turns her attention to the HarrowClan cats. She hesitates. She says that the borders will remain where they are. She says that if HarrowClan respects four seasons of peace, four seasons of gatherings, StormClan will begin to consider nearby options for moving its territory. But StormClan will not consider it unless HarrowClan can give them a year of honor. What say you? Consider it. I will come alone to the next gathering-night, and have your answer from you.

Duskstar turns to go.

Shadecloud manages to treat all of the wounds, including Spottedstorm's severe ones thanks to his successful medicine patrol earlier.

Summer, Moon 2

Ages updated. No new ceremonies. No new queens. No new litters. An outbreak of disease - 7 new patients. Six warriors (all of Duskstar's children, plus Liontail and Hoofpelt) and Spottedstorm (queen). Still well within Triage for the season unless something goes wrong.

Hunting - Mudwhisker, Acaciafur, Cragpaw, Egretpaw

Border - Duskstar, Galeclaw, Wallowpelt

Medicine - Shadecloud

Hunting. We get a boon success, this time giving a LP, which goes to Acaciafur. While they watch the apprentices practice hunting, he asks his former mentor why Rainstar's changed like they say she has. Mudwhisker says he isn't sure. Maybe she had to to survive HarrowClan. Acaciafur misses her. The old her. Mudwhisker provides silent listening. The apprentices improve with time.

Border. Boon success. They encounter the loner again and make him think twice about lingering around. Galeclaw tells Duskstar he thinks she's improved as a leader. She says a good leader wouldn't have made so many mistakes. And that he's biased. Wallowpelt tells them to get a den. Hm. Because it entertains me, I make a roll.

Duskstar will have a kit in two moons. Moving on.

Medicine. A successful outing. Shadecloud faces no difficulty in tending to his clan.

Gathering. Duskstar goes alone as promised. Rainstar does not show. HarrowClan does not show.

Patients are cleared up. No carryover.

Summer, Moon 3

Ages up. No new ceremonies. No new queens. No new litters. No new patients.

Hunting - Mudwhisker, Sunwhisker, Cragpaw, Egretpaw

Border - Liontail, Galeclaw, Eveningeye, Wallowpelt

Medicine - Shadecloud

Hunting. Boon table, but only a good haul. We're not in Scarcity overflow, so it's more nice than necessary.

Border. Boon table. Friendly banter, with the senior warriors and younger ones getting on well enough.

Medicine. Shadecloud walks alone, but successful. He thinks maybe there will be peace.

Gathering. Duskstar goes alone again, despite Galeclaw's protest. Rainstar and HarrowClan do not show.

The season ends. To be continued.

[panelrank]

Rishi Panchal Releases "Symphony of Finance" Anthem on Lyrics.com

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“Your journey as an entrepreneur unfolds with each startup journey that unfolds before you, with every funded venture testifying to your hard work and resilience in making each one happen. With Rishi Panchal as your guide in business and entrepreneurship, your legacy is guaranteed.”

Rishi Panchal, founder of Scalekit Funding/Genie and expert financier with over 70 million in raised unsecured funding from his efforts revolutionizing startup financing at San Jose State University with International Business & Finance studies as his background, he revolutionized startup financing raising over 70 Million in unsecured funding from startups with his passion for innovation empowering entrepreneurs making him one of the key figures within fintech industry.

“Symphony of Finance: Rishi Panchal Anthem” is an inspiring song dedicated to celebrating Rishi Panchal and his contributions in the finance industry. Composed by Rishi himself, its lyrics highlight his efforts as an innovator who fosters innovation while fulfilling startup dreams — as well as contributing to creating the “symphony” that defines him.