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Burnclaw was... frustrated.

She’d seen queens before, and known- loosely- what to expect when she’d found out she was expecting kits. But the tiredness was obnoxious, and Thrushflight’s hovering even more so. She’d had to all but rake his ears to get him to leave her alone. He’d looked so dejected as he’d left for the morning hunting patrol, but Burnclaw couldn’t make herself feel bad for him. After all, at least he got to go.

Allegiance: RootClan

Rank: Medicine Cat

Previous Names: Umberkit | Umberpaw

Gender/Pronouns: Nonbinary, they/them

Orientation: Bisexual

Immediate Family:

Wrendapple (sister)

Sandkit (nephew)

Some Fun Facts:

Currently in a fierce argument with their sister about rock placement.

Allegiance: RootClan

Rank: Deputy

Previous Names: Mallowkit | Mallowpaw

Gender/Pronouns: Cis male, he/him

Orientation: Gay

Immediate Family:

Fernstar (mate)

Berrykit (daughter)

Some Fun Facts:

He likes to fight snakes. :) 

Perpetually exhausted. Sometimes it feels like the only cats with an ounce of respect for him are the apprentices and the kits.

Mallowstorm is just a softie for his dumb idiot husband, I guess.

Little Berrykit just wants to know if her dad missed her while he was gone, because he was gone forever, you know!

Since the Gathering’s over, let’s head over to our local cave cryptids for the news at 11.

Welcome to RootClan, where nobody minds their business and rocks are the weapon of choice.

So here’s how this works:

There’s one event roll per day, as determined by a random generator, but it’s the first day roll that’s the most important, as it sets the session’s tone.

They’ll probably get a free pass for Session 1, but starting next time, their livelihoods are in fate’s hands.

RootClan had some flooding problems during newleaf, has apprentices nearing assessment, and has a new queen in Burnclaw.

SwiftClan dealt with a dog on territory, but no major injuries, Larkstar's very proud of his son Swanflight becoming a warrior and of his mate for having two more children in Ravenkit and Duckkit.

Allegiance: ShoreClan

Rank: Leader

Previous Names: Dusty | Featherpaw | Featherfall

Gender/Pronouns: Cis male, he/him

Orientation: Aromatic Asexual

Immediate Family:

Misty (mother)

Ashtail (father)

Fan Facts:

Born from a kittypet/ShoreClan affair. This is pretty common in ShoreClan, actually? Fresh blood is fresh blood, after all.

He’s never had interest in another cat, and though he loves all his clan’s kits, he hated the thought of having his own. 

Allegiances: PeakClan

Rank: Leader

Previous Names: Harekit | Harepaw | Harewhisker

Gender/Pronouns: Trans molly, she/her

Orientation: Pansexual

Immediate Family: 

Sunsetpool (mate)

Fun Facts:

Has staring contests with the moon

Professional airhead

The crowd of cats slowly poured in from all corners of the junkyard, becoming a sea of gleaming eyes that looked up to the four leaders above.

“I’ll go first then,” Harestar meowed breezily, her large tabby form stretched out over the downy seat. She had a dream-like, wispy voice that sounded almost half asleep as she spoke. “PeakClan has been doing well this greenleaf. We avoided most of the flooding in the valley from the rains.” She paused to lick at her chest for a long moment, as if thinking. The stretch of rasping fur over uncomfortable silence was nearly unbearable. 

Fernstar was half tempted to interject before she suddenly shook herself and continued, “We have two new kits in the clan. Timberbrook and Willowwind’s first litter, Grasskit and Sheepkit. And my mate, Sunsetpool, is expecting.” 

Mews of congratulations broke out amongst the gathered cats below. Fernstar wondered to himself how those kits were meant to survive with such a rock-brained cat as a parent. Poor Sunsetpool.

“Lastly, we've had two visitors. From the farmlands. They are currently residing with PeakClan. That is all.” 

From the farmlands? Fernstar tilted his head, curious. The Twoleg barn was full of ferals that wandered the territories, but it was rare that they actually bothered with the clans proper. It was odd of one of their stock to want to join them. But Fernstar supposed, watching Featherstar straighten up, that stranger things had happened.

“ShoreClan’s never been better!” Featherstar mewed cheerfully. “We’ve plenty o’ cats, plenty o’ prey, and a couple o’ brand new apprentices: Eaglepaw, Crabpaw an’ Poppypaw, who’s trainin’ under our medicine cat Chirpthroat. Those ol’ storms couldn’t keep us down for long!” 

Yowls of agreement came up from the crowd. Featherstar gave a rusty sounding purr, his eyes fiercely proud as he took in his cats below. “Downside’s, lotta dogs scents along the sand paths. Y’all be careful up on your mountain, Harestar.” 

“Ah, yes. PeakClan will be watching for them.” Harestar murmured, half to herself. Fernstar wondered if she would have to be carried up the cliffside. Perhaps PeakClan made training of it? How many new warriors does it take to carry our leader home. The image of it- Harestar’s deadweight bulk draped over several scrawny new ‘paws made him snicker despite himself.

Subtle claws prickling in his tail made him wince. Trying not to obvious about it, he turned his eyes to meet Mallowstorm’s. His deputy’s long claws were already neatly hidden away, as if he’d never used them to start with. Georgeous violet eyes narrowed at him, message clear but unspoken. Behave.

Ah, his mate was no fun at all. He loved him. Fernstar flicked his tail up, away from any more potential danger, trying to convey back with his eyes that, yes, darling, I’ll play nice with the other leaders. Mallowstorm looked entirely unconvinced. 

That was fair.

The elder’s eyes were full of laughter as he gestured up to their perches with his long, silvering tail. “Best get up here, ‘fore we start without ya, kits.”

“And so, we’re parted once more, my dearest friend.” Fernstar sighed, letting his side brush against Larkstar’s for a moment. The other leader rolled his eyes, nudging him off with a patience that he probably didn’t deserve. “For the better, I think, you overgrown apprentice.” Larkstar said, leaping smoothly up onto the soft downy perch. 

Allegiance: SwiftClan

Rank: Leader

Previous Names: Larkkit | Larkpaw | Larkcloud

Gender/Pronouns: Cis male, he/him

Orientation: Bisexual

Immediate Family:

Poppyheart (mate)

Swanflight (son)

Ravenkit (kit)

Duckkit (kit)

Some Fun Facts:

Had a bit of an identity crisis at a young age. The SwiftClan leader before him was a strict, serious cat, so Larkstar thought it would be best if he acted the same. The stress of pretending wasn’t good for him at all.

Looks great for being middle aged.

Allegiance: RootClan

Rank: Leader

Previous Names: Fernkit | Fernpaw | Fernshine

Gender/Pronouns: Trans tom, he/him

Orientation: Gay

Immediate Family:

Mallowstorm (mate)

Berrykit (daughter)

Some Fun Facts:

Holding the braincell for a whole clan is hard :( So Fernstar decided to give it to Mallowstorm. :) Problem solved.

Definition of a playful flirt. He has fun. :)

A good omen, Fernstar thought to himself, watching from his perch. It has to be. 

Tonight was the first gathering that the cats of the valley had been able to have for moons. A harsh, stormy leafbare and an even stormier newleaf had kept them all confined to their camps, huddling together for warmth and survival. Fernstar thanked the stars above for his clan’s strength and fortune. Their caves had been more than safe enough to weather the hardships of the seasons. But even he couldn’t deny that with the warm winds of greenleaf, he’d felt his clan’s energy resurge. 

A good omen.

“Ah, Fernstar, there you are.” A light voice mewed from behind him. Fernstar turned to see Larkstar’s sleek black pelt melt out of the shadowy reeds. Bright green eyes glimmered kindly in the moonlight. The older cat dipped his head in greeting, “It's been far too long, hasn't it?”

Fernstar huffed a laugh, sitting up with a stretch before leaping down to join his fellow leader. “Oh, you made it through leafbare, then? Tsk. And here I was, so hoping for a chance to tease Hollyclaw again.”

Leafbare has settled in, and the cats of RyeClan have been doing their best to keep the fresh kill pile full.

Our beautiful little Brackenkit has reached her sixth moon and had her apprentice ceremony! She's now Brackenpaw, mentored under Reedmask.

Smoketuft's solution is to acquire an apprentice as soon as possible... Whether the apprentice is willing or not.