For The Disaster Lion

Applications for SedgeClan are now open!

SedgeClan took immediate notice when the southern river trickled into nothing but dry riverbed, and the ocean replaced the brackish mix where it had once emptied out into their territory. Along their borders, LichenClan cats appeared to wither with their forest, and JuniperClan’s ranks started showing holes where supposedly unwavering warriors once stood. To the relief of the entire clan, calamity avoided SedgeClan and swept through their eastern neighbors instead.

SedgeClan’s territory sheltered them, held safe – though growing saltier – drinking water, delivered plenty of prey into the paws of their warriors, and gave them enough excess to be able to spare herbs and water to LichenClan. In return for the life-saving water, the mountain-dwelling clan was asked a simple favor: a healer.

Just in time too. While the drought did not affect SedgeClan directly, the nature of the territories is a constant tug of war. A mysterious illness plagues their ranks, and with the sole healer of the clan unfamiliar with the breadth of their territory's specific herbs, it has sprawled out of control. The leader and many of her warriors are unable to travel or hunt, so while the fish still swim, there's simply not enough paws to go around.

As if that were their only problem. The other clans grow desperate, and predators have begun to brave the rushing waters that protect their territory. How long can SedgeClan choose peace, before violence is chosen for them?

Prospective members will be able to apply as either one of our five adoptables or with a warrior of their own design. Adoptable applications will close at midnight on July 18th, original character applications will close at midnight on July 25th.

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i have not done much for artfight since my last post, lol, but!! here is my kitty creekcrest and hir cross-border crush, wolverinestep :]

The Gathering Tree was comfortable this moon, with enough space for cats to move freely without brushing against others, and even enjoy privacy in their conversations— a novel luxury in a space usually packed with more fur than air.

It didn't take long for each cat in attendance to individually recognize the reason for this was SedgeClan's absence. A more surprising realization for LichenClan than those who had already been snubbed at their solstice event by both clans. As awareness converged to an absolute, the present leaders decided to make their announcements.

Snakestar’s first announcement is, finally, of good news. Mintpool and Merlindive have completed their apprencticeships and become full warriors. It’s hard to tell how relieved she might be about the matter, but she allows the chant to ring to silence before continuing, more briefly, to cover other matters; predators continue to expand their range into and through the territories, and LichenClan’s status remains otherwise unchanged. She steps back without offering any further information, but at least manages to refrain from requesting assistance. This moon.

JuniperClan waited tensely as Snakestar traded places with their leader. The poisoned prey had continued to mysteriously surface, but some of the clan felt that now they had proof of foul play. Storkstar stepped forward, and raised his chin to the amassed warriors.

"My warriors still find prey around the territory, dropped dead as the grave without a mark on them. Continue to exercise caution around prey actin' strangely, and take care 'case of predators attracted t' the rot."

That's all the JuniperClan leader has to say before stepping back, and to those who feel unheard in the brushland clan, his silence on the border is deafening. A bubble of energy starts to build to a boil, and two voices cut through the Gathering's din.

Eagleflight, a young JuniperClan warrior, bounds forward with blood boiling. Her ears flattened as she took space underneath the leader's perch. "Is that all you have to say?!" She hissed, every cat around her falling silent. "We’ve been taking caution!" She howled. "Our clanmates are dead because of your lack of action!"

Emboldened by her clanmate's outcry, the prickly Lionhunt bellows in inelegant agreement. "WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!" She springs to her feet near to the leaders already, having expected some acknowledgement of perceived crimes.

"THEY’RE MURDERING US! THEY DID THIS TO US! THE PREY IS FROM THEM AND THAT STUPID BOX OF THEIRS! THEY SIT IN THEIR FOREST SHIELDED BY THEIR FAKE SPIRITS AND YOU BECAUSE YOU WON’T DO ANYTHING!"