Silverwing's ClanGen Stories

“A mediator?” Woodpelt snorted, her tail twitching. “We don’t need a mediator.”Tulipnight wasn’t ruffled by Woodpelt’s dismissal, but she felt Daisyrunner shift beside her. The medicine cat and the former leader had always rubbed each other the wrong way, but it was even worse now that the Clan was starting to take sides. Woodpelt was an enthusiastic supporter of Minkstar, but many cats believed that Daisyrunner should reclaim their position. Tulipnight wasn’t sure where she stood - she’d never been one to take sides. But she knew a Clan fighting amongst itself could never stand against its enemies. She understood now why StarClan told her to come here.“I think we do need a mediator,” Tulipnight responded in an even tone. “And I think I am the cat to do it. I was happy in HillClan. There, I have a mate and a beautiful kit, who now has kits of her own. I miss them every day. I miss the connections I had in my birth Clan.” Tulipnight paused as her throat clenched. She took a deep breath and went on. “I have no connections here, but I think that’s exactly why StarClan thinks I’ll be a good mediator. I can picture your disagreements from an outsider’s perspective.” 

Woodpelt huffed and turned back to the herb stores, picking out a shrivelled leaf. “I find it hard to believe that StarClan would send a message to a warrior rather than a medicine cat.” She meowed tartly.

“If the message is important enough, StarClan will say it to whichever cat needs to hear it,” Daisyrunner responded. Their voice was calm, but Tulipnight could see the flash of exasperation in their eyes. She imagined the pair had many conversations just like this.

“Even if a warrior was contacted by StarClan, only a medicine cat could interpret their true meaning,” Woodpelt said. She shot a glance at Tulipnight. “Did you even discuss this with HillClan’s medicine cat before you ran off?” 

Tulipnight bowed her head. “I did not,” she admitted, “But StarClan’s message wasn’t exactly cryptic. I was standing atop a windswept hill, like the ones in my birth Clan’s territory, looking down into a sheltered valley. There was a bed of daisy flowers there, and among them a single, red tulip.” Tulipnight met Woodpelt’s sharp gaze, and tilted her head. “Don’t you think they meant for me to come here?” “Perhaps, but they never said anything about being a mediator, did they?” Woodpelt said with a dismissive tail-flick. “DaisyClan is doing just fine without your ‘outsider’s perspective.’”

The fur on Daisyrunner’s shoulders raised. “But we’re not,” They insisted. “The Clan is choosing sides. We’re supposed to be united! I don’t even want to be leader, but if it is StarClan’s will -”Woodpelt turned on Daisyrunner, her tail lashing. “If it is StarClan’s will, they will tell me!” She spat. Tulipnight sighed as the two cats went on squabbling. Oh StarClan, she thought, I sure have my work cut out for me . . . >>>

Notable Events

The three apprentices are made warriors, now called Brushlight, Hopdusk, and Bubblingbrook.

“Why don’t they just demand that Minkstar backs down?” Minkstar froze as Icyback’s angry hiss cut through the evening’s silence. She caught a glimpse of the she-cat’s lashing white tail around the side of the warrior’s den. Minkstar couldn’t see who she was talking to. Her whiskers twitched indecisively. Minkstar knew she should just keep walking and pretend like she didn’t hear anything. But before she could get her paws moving, Icyback spoke again.

“They were chosen by StarClan, right?” The she-cat said, her voice low but threatening. “Shouldn’t they be allowed to continue their leadership?” 

Another voice answered haltingly. Minkstar recognized it as Woodfur’s. “Well . . . technically Daisyst - Daisyrunner - was chosen to lead us to our new home.” Woodfur didn’t seem to know which side he was on. Minkstar had never heard him sound so unsure. “Maybe, since that’s done, they can . . . retire?” 

“RETIRE?!” Icyback spat, making Minkstar’s fur bristle. Since when had the former loner been so passionate about Clan politics? The she-cat was always proud, but until now, she’d mostly kept to herself. “DaisySTAR is still so young - half Minkstar’s age, at least!” Minkstar was surprised by how much Icyback’s comment stung her. Yes, she was older than Daisyrunner, but she wasn’t any less competent. Does Icyback think I should retire? Minkstar wondered. Of course, I’ve thought about it, but I still feel like I have a lot more to offer my Clan. I can’t go to the elder’s den yet!

“Keep your voice down!” Woodfur was scolding Icyback. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that maybe, Daisyrunner’s time as leader is over.” Minkstar heard the white she-cat prepare to snap back, but Woodfur went on. “But we won’t know for sure until StarClan tells us.” 

But . . . will StarClan tell us? The unwelcome thought squeezed its way into Minkstar’s head. What would they do if StarClan didn’t give them a definite answer about DaisyClan’s leadership? They’d given Minkstar her nine lives, yes, but they’d also tried to tell the cats that Daisyrunner wasn’t gone for good. Gone . . . but not lost. The visions of the shadowy creature stealing a daisy seemed to have a clear meaning now. StarClan seemed to favour both Minkstar and Daisyrunner. But if they didn’t choose, the Clan would. 

Minkstar stayed crouched in the shadow of the warrior’s den as Icyback and Woodfur went their separate ways. Her gaze swept across the camp, watching from afar as her Clanmates prepared for their night’s rest. Who would they each choose? Minkstar couldn’t help but wonder. But it seemed, in this instance, there was no clear choice. 

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Notable Events

Rabbitpaw is now a warrior, called Rabbitspot. 

Although they still haven’t received a sign from StarClan, cats are starting to take sides about who should be leader. Icyback has taken Daisyrunner’s side, complaining about Minkstar behind her back.

And that marks the end of Year Two in DaisyClan! But the drama is far from over . . .

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Icyback was awoken by a soft growl coming from somewhere in the shadows. She tensed, her white fur bristling, as she tried to pinpoint the source of the noise. But the growls weren’t made by an intruder. They were made by Daisystar. The brown and white cat was twitching violently in their nest, their face scrunched up as they growled at some invisible enemy. Even from across the den, Icyback could smell the fear-scent.

Her steps light, Icyback wove her way between her sleeping clanmates to reach Daisystar’s side. She laid a paw on the trembling cat’s body and gave them a gentle shake. Daisystar jolted awake almost immediately. The panic in their golden eyes - followed by the glimmer of relief when they saw Icyback - made the white she-cat’s heart clench. “Icyback,” Daisystar rasped, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Icyback whispered, giving the cat a comforting smile. “Seemed like a nasty dream. Are you . . . are you okay?”

Daisystar didn’t speak for a moment. Their eyes still seemed clouded with sleep, until they gave themself a thorough shake. “I’m fine,” Daisystar mewed softly. “It’s just . . . well, the journey here was long and unforgiving, and there were moments when I wasn’t sure I would make it. I see those moments in my dreams.” 

Icyback blinked at Daisystar. She’d never seen the Clan leader look so vulnerable, with their head drooped and the fear-scent still clinging to their pelt. The sight made her own fur bristle a little, but she forced it to lie flat. “Well, you did make it,” Icyback assured Daisystar. “You’re home now.”

“I know,” Daisystar said, staring at their paws. “But now that I’m here, I wonder if . . . if perhaps I should’ve stayed lost.”

“What!?” Icyback yelped, louder than she intended. A few of her clanmates stirred in their nests, and Icyback lowered her voice as she went on. “But you’re Daisystar. You’re our leader, we need you!”

“I’m not Daisystar now, I’m Daisyrunner,” the brown and white cat corrected. “Minkstar is leader now, and she’s doing a wonderful job. StarClan gave her nine lives. Maybe that’s their way of saying my time as leader is over.” 

Icyback watched Daisystar’s - Daisyrunner’s - expression as they spoke, but it gave nothing away. Did they really want to give up their leadership? Icyback knew that’s not what she wanted. “Well, maybe StarClan hasn’t made their final decision yet.” She reasoned. After all, you still have your extra lives, don’t you?” When Daisyrunner nodded, Icyback went on. “Personally, I think you should be leader again. If it hadn’t been for your kindness, Fawnscar and I probably would’ve frozen to death. You’re an incredible leader, and I know there are other cats who see that, too.” Icyback smoothed the fur on the back of Daisyrunner’s head with a gentle lick. “But for now, just try to get some sleep, okay?”

Daisyrunner finally looked up, and the bright glow of gratitude in their eyes made Icyback’s heart clench once more. “It wasn’t a kindness to let you stay in the Clan,” Daisyrunner joked with a quiet purr. “It was a tactical decision, for I don’t know what I’d do without a friend like you.” Now it was Icyback’s turn to look away, her pelt hot with embarrassment. As Daisyrunner settled down, Icyback crept back to her own nest and curled up. Even as she relaxed, her heart was pounding as if a fox was chasing her. Icyback growled to herself, squeezing her eyes shut. Not this again!

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Notable Events

Fawnscar helps Mite tidy DaisyClan’s burial grounds.

Daisyrunner and Icyback are starting to develop feelings for eachother.

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Fawnfire couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this some vivid dream? No, it couldn’t be: he could feel the packed dirt beneath his paws, the ache of his back, the pounding of his heart as he stared at the newcomer standing beneath the Leader’s Ledge. Daisystar was . . . back.

It had been nearly seven moons since DaisyClan’s prophesied leader had disappeared, and by this point, everyone was certain they were never coming back. Fawnfire, as grim as the thought was, had assumed they had died. But how could a cat survive for so long on their own? But, looking at Daisystar, Fawnfire could see they looked as healthy as the day they left. Healthier, even, for their pelt was thick and shiny and their eyes were bright. Where had Daisystar been all this time? Fawnfire was eager to learn of his old friend’s journey. But Daisystar hadn’t spoken a word since entering camp. They just waited, calm and quiet, while Echofall went to fetch Minkstar. 

Other cats were starting to gather now, intrigued by the new scent in their camp. Woodfur and Fawnscar emerged from the warriors’ den, eyes wide at the sight of their former leader. The apprentices, Bubblingpaw, Hoppaw and Brushpaw, padded over to peer at Daisystar in wonder. Woodpelt watched from where she was sorting herbs. Her expression was unreadable, but Fawnfire could see the fur along her spine prickling. It was no secret that Woodpelt had never liked Daisystar. But Fawnfire, for one, was glad to see them return. He trotted toward the Leader’s Ledge and settled himself nearby. Daisystar glanced over at the sound of his approach, and gave him a friendly blink. Fawnfire nodded back, his whiskers quivering. He still couldn’t believe what was happening.

At last, Echofall emerged from the leader’s den, followed closely by Minkstar. Spotting Daisystar, she bounded over, touching noses with the younger cat. “We’d all thought you were gone for good!” Minkstar purred, “It’s so good to see you, my friend.”

“Same to you, Minkstalk,” Daisystar purred back. “Or should I say Minkstar? Either that, or you have been keeping my nest warm for me.” There was no hostility in their tone, but Fawnfire felt the prickle of unease that passed through the gathered clan.

“No, it’s Minkstar now,” the leader mewed, a little sheepishly. “I wasn’t keen on succeeding you, when we weren’t sure when - or if - you were coming back, but Woodpelt convinced me it was for the good of the Clan.”

Daisystar glanced over at Woodpelt. Was that a flash of suspicion in their eyes? But before Fawnfire could even identify it, the look had vanished, and Daisystar turned back to Minkstar. “Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I’d find my way back.” They admitted, “I was captured by twolegs, and sent to live in one of their nests.” 

There were gasps from the circle of cats around them. “That must’ve been awful!” Woodfur commented.

“Not as awful as I thought it would be - the twolegs I ended up with were kinder than most.” Daisystar said. “But living in their nest was nothing compared to living in this clan. The freedom the forest offers, the responsibility of caring for your clanmates, the kinships you can form . . . well, I missed it here, and I knew I couldn’t stay. I managed to escape, but the hard part was finding my way back. The twolegs had brought me far from the forest. Thankfully, StarClan guided my paws.” Daisystar gazed around at their clanmates, their eyes full of love. “I’m so happy to be back!”

Daisystar’s words were met with yowls of joy as DaisyClan welcomed their former leader home. Fawnfire joined in, but he couldn’t help the worry that gripped his belly. Daisystar was back, but Minkstar was in charge now. Surely StarClan wouldn’t have given her nine lives if they wanted Daisystar to be leader again? But perhaps, they too hadn’t counted on them coming back. So who did StarClan want to lead them? Who did the Clan want?

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Notable Events

Daisystar has returned to the Clan, having escaped their twoleg prison. But now the Clans must decide if Minkstar will continue being leader, or if Daisystar will take her place. Both cats respect each other, and want to do what’s best for the clan. They decide to wait for a sign from StarClan.

Daisystar returns! But who will lead the clan now?

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The sky was dark as Hollowpaw raced up the stony path. Swollen raindrops hammered against him, soaking his pelt until Hollowpaw felt like he was carrying another cat on his back. He gave a sigh of relief as the shadowy maw of VultureClan’s camp entrance came into view. Hollowpaw bounded toward it, nearly losing his footing on the rain-slicked rock. At last, he slipped inside, safe from the sky’s watery wrath. Hollowpaw gave his sodden pelt a shake, and fell back onto his haunches, panting. His chest was burning and his claws stung. It had been a mad dash up the mountain to get home before the storm worsened. Hollowpaw was just glad he’d avoided the giant mudslide he’d witnessed earlier.

As his breathing slowed, Hollowpaw got to his feet. He’d been sure his lungs were about to burst. Hollowpaw felt a bit better now, but he noticed, despite how wet he was on the outside, his throat felt incredibly parched. Hollowpaw padded over to the pool near his den on shaky legs. He took great gulps of the icy water, and when he was finished, he sat back and sighed. At last, Hollowpaw’s muscles were starting to relax.  

Hollowpaw began to groom his front paws, trying to get the grit out from between his toes. He watched the pool absentmindedly as the water settled, but he froze when he saw the cat that was staring back at him. Is that . . . me? Hollowpaw thought. But no, it couldn’t be. The cat in the reflection was sturdy and strong, with a sleek - albeit a bit wet - grey pelt. This cat was a full-grown, muscular hunter. Hollowpaw was just a kit. 

And yet, as Hollowpaw looked down at himself, he could see the strength beneath his rain-slicked pelt. Drawing himself to his full height, Hollowpaw did notice the camp didn’t seem so huge. Turning back to the cat in the reflection, Hollowpaw blinked in amazement. The cat blinked back. 

Hollowpaw hadn’t even realised how much his body had changed since he came to the Carrion Cliffs. He must’ve been, what, twelve moons old now? Hollowpaw felt a twinge of despondency as he stared back at his reflection. There he was, a full-grown cat. A cat who’d journeyed to the mountains and learned to make a life in this unforgiving environment. A cat who’d done his best to memorise the warrior code and apply it to his everyday life. A cat who’d followed the guidance of the StarClan spirit who brought him here. And yet, Hollowpaw was still . . . Hollowpaw. Not a warrior, just an apprentice. Had he not proven himself enough? 

His heart heavy, Hollowpaw turned away from the pool, and dragged his weary body toward his nest. He was so tired, and yet he couldn’t silence the one thought that was swirling through his mind: What if I’m not worthy of a warrior name?

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Notable Events

Hollowpaw is a full-grown cat now, but he still hasn’t received his warrior name. He knows he must not be ready, and wonders if he ever will be.

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Moon 21

Tulipnight had been watching the young grey tom all day, but she still wasn’t sure what was bothering him. Ever since she had nudged Bubblingpaw awake this morning, he’d been jumping at shadows, glancing over his shoulder, and struggling to focus on his lessons. Just a few moments ago, Tulipnight had seen a vole dart right past her apprentice’s paws, and Bubblingpaw didn’t even twitch a whisker. The young tom was supposed to be tracking a scent, but right now he was gazing into the depths of the forest as if he’d seen a StarClan spirit watching him from the undergrowth.

“Bubblingpaw,” Tulipnight called softly, and the grey tom flinched, and turned to stare at her with his wide, watery eyes. “Is everything all right?”

Bubblingpaw looked at his paws. “I’m fine.” He murmured. 

“Oh dear,” Tulipnight mewed with a purr of amusement. “You, Bubblingpaw, are a terrible liar.” 

“I know,” Bubblingpaw pouted, drooping even more. “But I just . . . I didn’t sleep well last night. But I’m okay. Really.” He shook out his fur and gave Tulipnight a very forced smile. “So, what are we going to learn next?”

“I think we should take a break.” Tulipnight said, settling down on a patch of moss beneath the shade of an old beech tree. “My bones aren’t as young as they used to be!” She gestured for Bubblingpaw to join her. The grey tom hesitated for a moment, then padded over and sat beside her. Tulipnight let the silence stretch on for a little while as they watched the chilly leaf-fall breeze make the leaves dance along the forest floor. Then, she pressed on. “So, why do you think you had trouble sleeping?”

Bubblingpaw’s answer was a shrug. He kept his gaze on the leaves.

“Perhaps you are worried about something,” Tulipnight mused. “I know I can never seem to sleep when there are too many thoughts in my mind. Like the night before my apprentice ceremony. It felt as though my nest had ants in it!”

“Yeah . . . that’s how it felt for me, too.” Bubblingpaw agreed. “Except, last night, I was sleeping fine! But then . . .”

Tulipnight waited patiently. 

Bubblingpaw curled his tail tighter around her paws as he went on. “I . . . I had a dream. I saw a she-cat in the forest, and she wanted me to follow her. She kept leading me deeper and deeper, and I told her I’d have to head back to camp soon. But the she-cat didn’t listen, and we kept walking. And the deeper we went, the darker the forest got . . .” Bubblingpaw shuddered. “I couldn’t sleep after that.”

“Hmm. Bad dreams can be a symptom of worry, too.” Tulipnight told him. “I knew cats in HillClan who struggled with them.”

“But this dream was really weird.” Bubblingpaw mewed, so quiet Tulipnight could barely hear him. “I could feel the dirt under my paws and I could smell the she-cat’s scent. It was almost like . . .”

“. . . Like you were really there?” Tulipnight finished, and Bubblingpaw nodded, staring at her with wide eyes. Perhaps this was no simple dream, Tulipnight thought, I remember how my vision felt, the vision that led me to DaisyClan. And Bubblingpaw described that feeling exactly. But why would StarClan be trying to communicate with such a young cat? 

“Bubblingpaw,” Tulipnight said, her voice more serious now. “I believe you may have had a vision.” Bubblingpaw blinked, as if he’d been expecting that. “But if it is, then there is no need to fear it. StarClan would never do anything to hurt you.” 

“Okay,” Bubblingpaw meowed, seeming to relax a little. “But, what does it mean, if it is a vision?”

“That’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourself.” Tulipnight told him. “I still don’t know why StarClan sent me here, but I have faith the answer will reveal itself in time.” 

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Notable Events

Fawnpaw is given his warrior name: Fawnscar.

Many cats catch whitecough as the cold season approaches.

Bubblingpaw admits to Tulipnight that he thinks he had a vision from StarClan. Tulipnight takes the apprentice aside and explains the importance of visions.

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Moon 19

Bubblingpaw shrank back as his clanmates chanted: “Hoppaw! Brushpaw! Bubblingpaw!” His brother and sister were sitting tall, their eyes sparkling, their fur fluffed with excitement. But Bubblingpaw felt like he had ants in his pelt. This is something every kit looks forward to! He thought. So why can’t I be happy about it? 

One thing was for sure, Bubblingpaw had always been a little . . . different from his siblings. He didn’t join them when they chased each other around the camp, he didn’t trail after the older cats, pestering them with questions, and he certainly didn’t like sleeping in the stuffy den with his siblings piled on top of him. But it seemed like that was the sort of thing normal kits did. Was there something wrong with him?

Bubblingpaw was shaken from his thoughts when his brother, Hoppaw, nudged him with a paw. “Come on, Bubblingpaw!” He squeaked, his tail twitching with agitation. “Our mentors are going to show us around the forest! Don’t you want to come?” Looking up, Bubblingpaw noticed that Brushpaw was already waiting by the cavern entrance with her mentor. Woodfur was there, too, and when he met Bubblingpaw’s gaze, he smiled and flicked his tail encouragingly. They were getting ready to leave.

Bubblingpaw sighed, and got to his paws, following Hoppaw as he scampered toward the entrance. At least it would be nice to get under the open sky. 

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Notable Events

Hoppaw, Brushpaw, and Bubblingpaw are made apprentices.

Fawnpaw is developing a crush on Rabbitpaw.

Moon 20

In a patch of pale flowers, a star-shaped daisy was growing, its petals opened to the beams of sunlight. The flower was small, but it had numerous neighbours which would shelter each other if the weather turned sour. Right now, though, it was peaceful here. After so many moons of cold winds and dark skies, the star-shaped daisy felt it was good to finally stretch its petals wide.

But, of course, the peace could never last.

On this warm afternoon, everything was silent and still, until a faint drumming sensation vibrated through the ground. The drumming grew louder and louder until it became a rhythmic pounding, and the flowers shook with each impact. At last, the source of the noise came into view: a tall shadow with long front limbs and five curled claws on each paw.

The creature stopped, surveying the flower patch. The star-shaped daisy trembled as its hot breath washed over them. After a moment of consideration, it chose its prey. Reaching down, the creature plunged its clawed paw into the earth right next to the star-shaped daisy, tearing its neighbour out. Their roots clung to each other, then snapped, as the star-shaped daisy’s neighbour was lifted away by the creature, leaving an open hole in the flower patch, like a fresh wound in the soil. 

Clutching the stolen flower, the massive creature turned and began lumbering away. The daisies shook as a sudden gust of wind overtook them. Their leaves brushed together, and the whispering that filled the air seemed to form words: Gone, gone . . . but not lost . . .

Woodpelt woke with a jolt, her heart pounding in her throat. As sleep left her, she would feel the memory of the vision slipping away, too. She growled in frustration. Minkstar had seen the shadowy creature holding the daisy in a dream a few moons ago. Clearly it was important, if now Woodpelt was seeing it. But why? What did it all mean? Would this creature take more daisies from the flower patch in the moons to come?

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Notable Events

Woodfur and Bubblingpaw drive a rogue off DaisyClan territory.

Woodpelt has another vision from StarClan, but still can’t interpret it.

Gone . . . but not lost.

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Moon 3-5

Hollowpaw’s eyes were fixed on the thrush as it pecked at the wet soil near the riverbank. The tumbling water drowned out the sound of his pawsteps as he crept forward. One paw in front of the other, Hollowpaw, he thought. You can do this! Hollowpaw was about three tail-lengths away now, and the thrush still hadn’t noticed him. This was the closest he’d ever gotten! Hollowpaw flexed his claws into the dirt as he continued to stalk, but forced himself to go slow. He was determined to catch this bird. Just a little closer, then -

Hollowpaw froze in mid step as the thrush’s head jerked up, its beady black eye scanning the reeds where he was creeping. It didn’t fly away, thank StarClan, but he was sure it had seen him. He could see its feathers rustling as it prepared to take to the sky. Gathering himself up into a sloppy crouch, Hollowpaw leapt, his claws outstretched. But he was too far away, and he could only feel the rush of air as his prey took off, mouse-lengths away from his paws. Hollowpaw landed with a grunt. He watched, tail lashing, as the thrush spiralled upwards, shrieking alarm calls to any bird nearby. 

Hollowpaw felt his whole body droop. It had been two weeks since he’d arrived in the Carrion Cliffs, and still he had yet to catch anything. With no other choice, Hollowpaw had been stealing from other meat-eaters’ kills to satiate his hunger. But he was never going to be able to build VultureClan if he couldn’t even hunt for himself. Glancing up at the darkening sky, Hollowpaw watched the cold, distant stars appear one by one. “Please, can’t you help me?” He whispered. “Can’t you show me how to hunt? I just want to be the best warrior I can be, but I don’t think I can do it on my own.” Hollowpaw waited, but the only answer he got was the moaning of the mountain wind as it cut through his pelt.

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Notable Events

Hollowpaw continues to train alone.

Moon 6

Hollowpaw was practically skipping as he traced his way up the mountain path, his fresh-kill held firmly in his jaws. Hollowpaw had snuck up on the crow while it had been distracted, picking at the foul-smelling carcass of a stag. The thing was mostly feathers and bones, but Hollowpaw didn’t care. This was his first prey, and he was so proud he felt like he was walking on a cloud.

The sound of clattering rock brought Hollowpaw back to reality. He had come to a narrow point on the stone path, and some pebbles had come loose beneath his paws. Hollowpaw watched as they tumbled down the steep slope below, his pelt prickling. He’d heard the deafening thunder of the rockslides at night, and he’d feasted on animals who had misstepped while scaling the mountainside. Hollowpaw definitely didn’t want to become another scavenger’s meal. For a moment, he wondered if he should turn back. But the camp was so close, and the crow was getting heavy. Hollowpaw decided to push on. 

As soon as Hollowpaw took his next step, his mistake was apparent. The ground growled like an awakened monster, and the path began to shift as pebbles rained down. Hollowpaw let out a strangled yelp as panic gripped his throat. He tried to back up, but the stone beneath his paws was carrying him with it. Hollowpaw lost his footing and began to roll, bouncing down the slope, each rock he hit knocking the breath out of him. Down, down, down he went, the sky flashing above him and the ground below. Grey, blue, grey, blue, grey, blue. Hollowpaw was picking up speed now. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the bone-breaking impact of the ground below. But StarClan must’ve taken pity on him, because it didn’t come. Instead, the slope began to level out, and Hollowpaw’s battered body finally rolled to a stop.

Hollowpaw laid there for a moment, taking careful breaths. Everything hurt, but at least nothing seemed broken. With a groan, Hollowpaw lifted his head, staring in dismay at the mountain path, far above him. Hollowpaw could barely believe what had just happened. Not only had he rolled all the way down that slope, but, somewhere along the way, he’d lost his first catch.

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Notable Events

Hollowpaw loses precious training time when he slides down a slope and spends the whole day finding a way back to camp.

Things are not off to a great start for poor Hollowpaw.

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Moon 17

Fawnpaw watched in awe as his mentor ran up the side of the tree as easily as if he were running along the forest floor. Reaching the lowest branch, Echofall crouched near the trunk and smiled down at Fawnpaw. “Alright, Fawnpaw,” he called, “Your turn! See if you can climb to me.”

“Okay!” Fawnpaw mewed. His tail quivering excitedly, he leapt at the tree, digging his claws into the soft bark. Fawnpaw felt himself starting to slide down, and his heart jumped into his throat. But he pushed hard with his hind legs, and began to claw his way up the trunk. Fawnpaw noticed that the faster he climbed, the easier it was to keep his balance. Looking up, Fawnpaw saw how quickly he was approaching the branch where Echofall sat. A spark of excitement flashed through him. This was easy!

With a final heave, Fawnpaw pulled himself into the lowest branch. His tail was puffed up and he was panting, but there was a big smile on his face. “I did it!” He squeaked.

Echofall purred. “You sure did!” He said. “Now - catch your breath for a moment, then follow me down.” Fawnpaw sucked in a breath of surprise as Echofall slid off the branch. The orange tom scrambled head-first down the trunk, letting gravity do most of the work. When he was low enough, Echofall made a graceful leap for the forest floor, landing with barely a sound. He turned and grinned at Fawnpaw, waving his tail for him to follow.

Fawnpaw stared down at his mentor, eyes wide. Going down looked way harder than going up. Fawnpaw felt a sudden twist of fear in his belly. What if he fell?

“Come on, Fawnpaw, you can do it!” The yowl didn’t come from Echofall, but from his mother, Icyback. She bounded up to the tree trunk, peering up at Fawnpaw. “Don’t worry,” she meowed, “I’ll catch you if you slip!” 

Feeling a little braver, Fawnpaw scooted to the edge of the branch. He took a deep breath and put his front paws on the trunk, pushing off with his back legs. His body was parallel to the tree now, and he was heading down. For a second, Fawnpaw felt relieved. Okay, he thought, This isn’t so bad. But then he started to pick up speed, and he was moving too fast to be able to dig his claws into the trunk. Fawnpaw gave a squeak of terror. The ground was approaching too quickly. He was going to fall!

Fawnpaw squeezed his eyes shut, preparing to feel his body slam onto the solid earth. But instead, he collided with something warm and soft, and he felt teeth grip his scruff, slowing his descent. Fawnpaw’s saviour tipped backwards under his weight, and they both collapsed onto the dusty ground beneath the tree. Fawnpaw blinked his eyes open.

“Oof,” Icyback grunted from beneath him, “You’re getting heavy, Fawnpaw.” She smiled, and reached up with her forepaws to cuddle her son close. “Are you alright?”

Fawnpaw purred, feeling his heartbeat slow. “I’m okay. Thanks for catching me!” He slid off his mother’s belly and gave his fur a shake. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m pretty tough,” Icyback teased. “But just keep practising, okay? I might have to retire early if you keep landing on me!”

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Notable Events

Fawnpaw learns how to climb with his mentor, Echofall, and his mother. Climbing up is easy, but climbing down is much more of a challenge.

Minkstar had a vision of a massive, shadowy creature holding a daisy. The medicine cats can’t make sense of it.

Moon 18

Tulipnight sat at the edge of the forest, her ears pricked, and her tail curled neatly around her paws. She felt a pinch of sadness in her heart as she gazed into the shadows between the trees. Tulipnight would miss the open highlands of her birth Clan’s territory, but StarClan’s message had been very clear. She was meant to go to DaisyClan. She just wasn’t sure why yet.

Tulipnight lifted her head as she heard the sound of paw steps. Three cats emerged from the undergrowth, shaking leaf litter of their pelts. The cat leading the patrol, a white she-cat, saw Tulipnight, and narrowed her eyes warily. “What do you want?” She asked.

Tulipnight smiled warmly, and gave the white cat a respectful nod. “Hello. My name is Tulipnight,” She mewed in a voice that sounded like wind rustling the leaves. “I am here because StarClan told me I would find my purpose in DaisyClan.”

The white cat snorted. “Your purpose?” She repeated disdainfully. “Don’t you have a purpose in your own Clan?”

“I did,” Tulipnight explained, “But the vision StarClan sent me was clear: DaisyClan needs me more than HillClan does.”

The white she cat hissed and took a step forward, clearly offended by Tulipnight’s comment, but another DaisyClan cat tapped her shoulder with the tip of his tail. “Wait, Icyback,” he said, “Maybe we should take her to Minkstar. I mean, if StarClan sent her, we can’t just turn her away.” The orange tom looked up at Tulipnight and grinned. “I’m Woodfur, by the way.”

“Pleased to meet you, Woodfur,” Tulipnight purred, impressed by the young tom’s manners. Icyback, however, was still unconvinced. To her credit, though, she seemed to make a valiant effort to smooth her bristling fur.

“Alright,” Icyback grumbled after a moment. “We’ll take her to Minkstar.” The white she-cat turned, then shot a warning look over her shoulder. “Just don’t try anything,” she said to Tulipnight, “we’ll be watching you!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Tulipnight purred. How amusing, she thought, that this strong, young cat should feel threatened by me!

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Notable Events

A warrior from HillClan, Tulipnight, was sent a message from StarClan, telling her to join DaisyClan.

Rabbitpaw is made an apprentice, but she wonders if this is the right path for her.

Minkstar trains Fawnpaw and Rabbitpaw together, since Echofall is in the medicine den.

Even without their prophesied leader, DaisyClan lives on.

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In the shadow of the Carrion Cliffs, VultureClan's story begins . . .

Warning for some unsettling moments and mild body horror/gore.

Moon 1

In one fluid breath, the StarClan Guide slipped into Hollowkit’s body, filling his mind, his bones, his pelt. The living kit’s spirit settled into a deep sleep in the corner of his consciousness as the Guide took over. The StarClan cat flexed Hollowkit’s paws, feeling the dusty earth beneath them. They breathed in the crisp mountain air. Oh, StarClan, it felt good to be alive! 

But there was no time to enjoy it, as there was work to be done. The StarClan Guide began moving Hollowkit’s tiny, clumsy legs, piloting him deeper into the woods. The trees stretched higher into the orange-coloured sky as they walked, the undergrowth creeping closer to the path. Woodland creatures watched the kit, but kept their distance. They knew something was not right.

At last, they arrived. The StarClan Guide walked Hollowkit into the circle of birches, gazing up through the kit’s eyes at the pale branches. The sun had set, and stars were beginning to poke through the void above. They watched the kit with cold eyes as he approached one of the trees.

The StarClan Guide unsheathed Hollowkit’s claws, reaching up toward the smooth bark of the birch tree. With one claw, he began to carve twisting runes, marking the tree with the code of the Clans. For hours they worked, until the night passed and the sun rose again. Then, with the final rune carved, the StarClan Guide reluctantly split from Hollowkit’s body.

With a gasp, Hollowkit blinked open his eyes. Where was he? He was in a dark forest, surrounded by towering birch trees. Scarring the trunks were hundreds of carved runes. Looking closer, Hollowkit realised the runes spelled out the Code that the StarClan Guide had taught him. Hollowkit flexed his claws, feeling the dull, throbbing pain in his foreleg. He swallowed hard, his pelt prickling. Did I do that?

Suddenly, an icy voice filled Hollowkit’s mind. “Welcome to the Stargrove,” The StarClan Guide said. “Here, your journey begins. Go forth, Hollowpaw, and build VultureClan in the image of your ancestors. Never forget what was written in the Stargove.”

Looking to the stars above, Hollowpaw tested his apprentice name on his tongue. His paws itched with anticipation. He had no idea how he would build a Clan all by himself, but he knew he had to try. And maybe then the sins of his family would be forgiven.

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Notable Events

On the first night of VultureClan’s existence, the StarClan Guide takes control of Hollowkit’s body and directs him to a cluster of birch trees near the camp. The StarClan Guide uses Hollowkit’s claws to carve the laws of the warrior code into the bark of the birch trees. This place becomes known as the Stargrove.

The StarClan Guide names Hollowkit an apprentice. Hollowpaw begins teaching himself to survive.

Moon 2

Hollowpaw was padding along a starlit path. The path was narrow, and the shadowy trees encroached on either side, but Hollowpaw knew if he stayed on the path, he would be safe. All he had to do was make it to the end.

A flash of silver fur caught Hollowpaw’s eye, and glanced over, peering between the dark trunks. There, a light grey tom sat in a clearing, his back turned to Hollowpaw. But Hollowpaw would’ve recognized that pelt anywhere. “Father!” He cried, plunging into the undergrowth, pushing through the brambles as thorns tore at his pelt. The canopy blocked out the stars here, and for a moment Hollowpaw was afraid he would get lost, but - there! - his father’s silver pelt lit the way. 

Hollowpaw skidded to a halt behind the larger tom. “Father! It’s me, Hollowpaw!” He mewed. “I thought I’d never see you again.” Hollowpaw waited, but his father didn’t respond. He didn’t even turn around. Hollowpaw prodded him with a paw. “Father? Can you hear me?” 

At last, Hollowpaw’s father turned, but as their eyes locked, Hollowpaw shrank back. The silver tom’s eyes were . . . gone. There was nothing but bottomless, black pits staring back at him. “Father?” Hollowpaw whispered, his pelt prickling. “Is that you?”

With a gut-wrenching shriek, the silver tom reached for Hollowpaw, claws extended. Hollowpaw scrambled back, mouth gaping as he watched his father draw himself to his full height. Black mud clung to his fur and poured from his eye sockets, and the fatal wound on his neck gaped like a second mouth. Hollowpaw cried out as, with a sound like snapping bones, a pair of ragged, feathered wings burst from the silver tom’s arched back. 

Hollowpaw turned and raced off as the monster lunged for him again. Other cats appeared from the shadows, cats he recognized, reaching out for him. Their wails filled his ears as he ran. He had to get back to the path. Where was the path?!

With a start, Hollowpaw jerked awake, lashing out at the shadows that surrounded him. But there were no monsters hiding here. With a great effort, Hollowpaw steadied his breathing. He glanced up, and saw the stars winking at him from between the woven brambles of his den. Hollowpaw felt a shiver pass through him. That was a warning, He realised. My father and the other rogues strayed from the path. I can’t make that same mistake . . . or I’ll end up in that dark forest, too!

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Notable Events

Hollowpaw received a message from StarClan in the form of a dream. He dreamt of his former rogue companions being banished to the Place of No Stars. He realises the same will happen to him if he ever breaks the code.

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Moon 15

Daisystar had been watching the nest for hours, but there had been no sign of twolegs. It must truly be abandoned, They thought, creeping forward. A perfect place for mice to hide!

A patrol had found the place earlier, and had said the air was heavy with prey-scent. Daisystar had come to check it out themself, and realised the patrol hadn’t been exaggerating. But despite the enticing smells, Daisystar had forced themselves to wait, to be sure no twolegs were around. Now, they were sure it was empty.

Cautiously, Daisystar circled the nest, and found a single, small opening on one side. The musky scent of mice drifted out, making Daisystar’s mouth water. They stepped inside, their tail twitched excitedly. Imagine all the prey I could bring back to camp! They thought, Perhaps I should’ve brought a warrior with me.

But as Daisystar entered the nest, they heard an echoing thunk from behind, and they whirled around, pelt bristling. The opening had slammed shut. “Fox dung!” Daisystar hissed, looking around the empty nest. There must be a way out . . .

Daisytstar froze as a rhythmic thumping sounded outside, approaching the now-closed entrance. Their dread built as they realised the noise was pawsteps. Clumsy, heavy pawsteps. Oh no! Daisystar thought, pacing the room, frantically searching for an exit. I’m such a mouse-brain! I’ve fallen right into their trap!

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Notable Events

Fawnpaw is made an apprentice.

Daisystar and Fawnfire have been disagreeing a lot.

Daisystar goes on a hunt by themselves. They are captured by twolegs. 

Moon 16

Gazing up at the glistening white branches of the Moontree, Minkstalk couldn’t help the squeeze of despair in her heart. Daisystar should’ve been leader for many more moons. It was cruel that they were taken from their clanmates so soon. I hope they are okay, somewhere out there, Minkstalk thought. But we can’t spend any more time searching. The Clan needs a leader. With DaisyClan still finding their place in the forest, they couldn’t afford to show weakness. The other Clans seemed neutral at the moment, but there was no telling what they might do if they had an opportunity to strike.

“What’s wrong, Minkstalk?” Woodpelt’s mew jolted the deputy out of her thoughts. “You look troubled.”

“It’s nothing,” Minkstalk replied. “Just thinking about how smart Fawnfire was to retire to the elders’ den”

“Nonsense! Your Clan needs you,” Woodpelt said. “And I know you’ll be a great leader.”

Minkstalk’s pelt prickled as she felt the weight of responsibility fall over her. Yes, she had happily accepted Daisystar’s offer to make her deputy, but she never expected to succeed them. Minkstalk was still in good health, but she’d been around for nearly seven winters, and lately she could feel the strain of all that time in the ache of her bones. “Daisystar was supposed to be our leader,” she murmured, “Now, and for many moons to come.”

“Yes. Such a shame they had to leave us so soon,” Woodpelt commented with a flick of her tail, clearly dismissing the subject. Minkstalk sighed. She knew Woodpelt had never been fond of Daisystar - the medicine cat didn’t like taking orders from someone so young - but she must’ve seen how much good Daisystar had done for the Clan. They founded the Clan, for StarClan’s sake!

But, despite the unfairness of it all, Minkstalk knew she had to push on. She let Woodpelt lead her to the tangled roots of the Moontree. Settling herself down, she looked up at the stars glittering in the gaps between the clouds. Please, StarClan, she prayed silently, let Daisystar be safe, wherever they may be.

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Mite padded into the medicine den, his tail dropping with exhaustion. With so many kits in the camp, he’d been kept on his paws all day, dashing from kit to kit and giving out herbs for every cough, bellyache and sore paw they whined about. Those kits complain more than Fawnfire! Mite thought grouchily. Thank StarClan I never had any of my own.

Reaching his nest, Mite was ready to plop down and let sleep take him. But he noticed his nest was looking uninvitingly flat. Oh no, this won’t do! Mite was planning on having the best nap of his life, and he couldn’t do that on a nest that looked like it had been run over by a monster. He started pawing at the moss, trying to fluff it up. But suddenly, Mite pulled back with a hiss of pain. Looking at his paw, he saw a large thorn embedded between his toes. “Fox dung!” He cursed.

Mite’s ears pricked as a high pitched giggle came from somewhere near the den entrance, followed by a shushing noise. Mite growled, whirling around and limping toward the sounds. “Accursed kits!” He spat. “Come out here so I can claw your ears off!” There was a squeak and Mite made it to the den entrance just in time to see Brushkit, Bubblingkit and Hopkit barreling across the camp. They disappeared into the nursery before Mite could even take a step. “StarClan help me,” he muttered, his tail twitching. “Haven’t they tortured me enough!?”

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Notable Events

Minkstalk is promoted to leader. She chooses Echofall as her deputy.

Fawnpaw went missing for a few days. No one is sure where he went.

The kits prank Mite by putting a thorn in his nest.

Daisystar's disappearance throws their Clan into uncertain times . . .

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Moon 13

“It’s coming from over here!” Woodpelt called, bounding over to a juniper bush. Mite followed more cautiously, his ears pricked. The sharp cries pierced the silence of the forest, and now that Woodpelt was close, she knew they could only come from one thing: Kits!

Pushing her way through the branches, Woodpelt wrinkled her nose as the tangy scent of blood hit her. In the shelter of the bush, three tiny kits were huddled against the still form of a tortoiseshell she-cat. Woodpelt rushed forward, sniffing. Her fears were confirmed. The she-cat was dead.

Woodpelt sighed, and bent down to lick the ruffled fur on the dead cat’s head. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner, my friend,” she whispered. “I will take care of your kits. Safe travels.”

After paying her respects, Woodpelt crept over to the three kits. As soon as they sensed her warmth, the kits started mewling even louder, trying their best to squirm their way toward her. Woodpelt glanced up as Mite poked his head in. He frowned at the kits. Woodpelt narrowed her eyes. “What?” She demanded.

Mite shook his head. “Nothing,” he meowed, “I just worry about having extra mouths to feed.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” Woodpelt asked. “Leave them here to die?”

Mite bristled. “No!” He growled, “I’m just thinking of the cats we’re already responsible for.”

Woodpelt flicked her tail dismissively and crouched next to the tiny kits. “It’s new leaf, Mite,” she responded. “There will be plenty of prey to go around.”

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Notable Events

Daisystar leaves a gift for Icyback in her nest.

Woodpelt and Mite hear a noise while gathering herbs. They follow the noise to three newborn kits, clinging to their mother’s lifeless body.

Moon 14

Woodpelt stood in a beautiful forest, surrounded by lush, green plants and the sound of wind in the trees. Beneath her paws was a blanket of tiny daisies. Woodpelt was comforted by their presence, and settled down amongst the flowers, purred contentedly.

Woodpelt was sure she would fall asleep, but before she could, she caught a flash of red in the corner of her eye. Glancing over, Woodpelt saw a single, red flower sprouting at the edge of the daisy patch. A tulip. Woodpelt blinked in surprise as the tulip shifted slightly. There’s no wind here, she thought. How is it moving? Looking closer, Woodpelt was shocked to realise that the flower was actually coming closer. She could see its tiny roots lifting above the earth to pull itself forward. Slowly but surely, the tulip was approaching the daisies.

Woodpelt’s fur bristled. She couldn’t let the tulip reach the daisies! Scrambling to her paws, Woodpelt rushed forward, clearing the daisy patch in two long bounds. But the tulip was surprisingly quick - when she reached it, the intruding flower was only a whisker-length away. Thinking quickly, Woodpelt clamped her teeth around the tulip’s stem and pulled. As tulip was torn free, the forest stilled. Woodpelt breathed a sigh of relief. The daisies were safe. 

The medicine cat was about to settle down when a cold breeze ruffled her fur. Before she could even think, rain started pouring down, the large drops exploding on the ground, breaking the stems of the daisies. Woodpelt cried out, and tried to block the onslaught. But the roaring wind held her back, and she could only watch as the relentless storm tore the daisy patch apart. 

Woodpelt jolted awake, shivering violently as if she were still caught in the rain. Her pelt was dry, though, and she was safe in her nest. What a horrible dream, Woodpelt thought. It must’ve been a vision! But what in StarClan could it mean?

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Notable Events

Icyback is very possessive when it comes to food. She often takes the last piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile, and on a patrol Minkstalk saw her eat the mouse she just caught.

Mite does not get along with kits.

Minkstalk is on a hunting patrol, and is about to go after a mouse, but she detects cat scent. It’s not from PosyClan or SongClan, but it smells like border markers. Minkstalk decides against crossing the border.

Woodpelt has a dream, but neither she nor Mite can make sense of it.

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Moon 11

Daisystar was curled up outside their den, watching the warriors mill around below. Their gaze fell on Woodfur, as it often did. The orange tom was chatting animatedly with Echofall. Woodfur’s shrill laugh rang out through the camp. Daisystar’s heart leapt. Immediately, they pushed the feeling away. No! They thought, I don’t have time to fall for some warrior. My clan needs me to focus! 

Daisystar sighed, watching as Woodfur settled down next to Echofall. The sunlight caught on his ginger pelt, setting it alight like a warm flame. Besides, Daisystar thought, Woodfur is my friend. I don’t want to ruin that.

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Notable Events

Daisystar is starting to develop feelings for Woodfur, but as far as they know, he doesn’t feel the same way.

Daisystar has whitecough.

Woodfur and Echofall meet a young tom named Mite. He asks for the Clan’s shelter in exchange for his healing skills. Daisystar invites him to join.

Moon 12

Pain was coursing through Icyback’s body. She could barely breathe. The branches pinned her body to the ground. Icyback tried to turn her head, but a new wave of pain threatened to overwhelm her, and she froze. Is my whole body broken? She thought, her heart pounding in her ears. Am I dying?

“Icyback,” a firm meow cut through Icyback’s roiling thoughts. Echofall appeared in front of her, and he smiled. “Hey,” he purred, “Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. Woodfur and Fawnfire are moving the branches right now.” All Icyback could do in response was whimper. Her breaths were coming in short gasps. She was sure she would suffocate.

But again, Echofall called to her. “Icyback, look at me,” He said, “Focus on me. Focus on what I am telling you. You’re going to be okay.” Echofall kept talking, but Icyback wasn’t really hearing the words. She just listened, letting his voice fill her ears, focusing on his breathing, matching it with hers. The fear that threatened to smother her backed down, and Icyback laid there, as still as a stone, as the branches were slowly lifted off her back. 

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Notable Events

Both Daisystar and Fawnkit have recovered.

While on patrol, Icyback is pinned under a pile of falling branches. Echofall speaks gently to her, keeping her calm as he works to free her.

Woodpelt and Mite work together to interpret a vision Woodpelt had. The vision told them about a place where the Clans meet every full moon: a white rock in the centre of a moonlit prairie. That full moon, Daisystar leads their cats to the Gathering, much to the surprise of the other Clans. 

Daisystar meets a rogue and her newborn kit. Puddlefern and Rabbitkit join the Clan. 

Here marks the end of one full year of DaisyClan.

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New Clan! VultureClan's story is quite a bit darker than DaisyClan's, so be prepared for some spookier themes. I wanted to try a few different things to see how it would effect my gameplay. Enjoy!

A group of bloodthirsty rogues hunted down and killed a small Clan, planning to take their bountiful hunting grounds for themselves. But the rogues would not go unpunished, for StarClan saw what they did.

One by one, the rogues died off, until only a kit was left. The StarClan cats guided him to the Carrion Cliffs, a desolate mountain range where prey was scarce and the sky was almost always dark. This is where StarClan led the Clans that needed to be punished.

The kit, Hollowkit, became the first member of VultureClan. He was led by the StarClan Guide through the Carrion Cliffs, until they came to a sheltered cavern where the Clan would make its home. Here they would live for the moons to come, until StarClan decided they had atoned for the sins of their ancestors.

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THE CODE

The code of the Carrion Cliff clans is the same for any other clan, but each breaking of the code has specific punishments assigned.

Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle. (Any cat that refuses to put themselves in harm’s way for the sake of their Clan is a coward and a traitor to their clan.  They must spend a moon outside Clan territory to learn how lucky they are to live in a clan. On the second offence, they will be exiled. Any cat caught forming a romantic relationship with an outsider will be stripped of their warrior status and not permitted to leave camp for one moon, after which they must pass a warrior assessment. On the second offence, they will be stripped of their warrior status permanently. If any kits are born from a forbidden relationship, those kits may never become warriors either.)

Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory. (In the case of trespassing, the offender must be confined to camp for three days. In the case of hunting on another clan’s territory, they must hunt ten pieces of prey for their clan before they are allowed to eat again.)

Elders, queens, sick or injured cats and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. (Any cat who eats prey before the clan is fed must suffer the harsh reality of starvation. They are not permitted to eat for three days.)

Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life. (Any cat who disrespects the gifts StarClan has given them must spend one night out of camp. During this night, they may not eat, sleep, or speak to any other cats.)

A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice. (If a leader makes a kit an apprentice before they are six moons old, the leader and the deputy may not have any kits of their own for a full year.)

Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name. (If a warrior cannot complete their vigil, they are unfit to become a warrior. The cat will be demoted to apprentice for one moon and may not become a warrior again until they pass another assessment.)

A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice. (If a leader appoints an inexperienced deputy when there are other cats available who have been mentors, the deputy must be demoted back to a warrior and they may not be promoted until they have mentored an apprentice. No other cat may be deputy at this time. )

The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled. (If a cat that was not the deputy comes to StarClan to become a leader, they will not be given their nine lives, and StarClan will hold them prisoner until the deputy is presented.)

After the death, retirement, promotion (to a leader status), or exile of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh. (If this deadline is missed, the leader will not be permitted to promote another deputy for a whole moon.)

A Gathering of all Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among Clans at this time. (If a clan does not arrive at a gathering, the leaders of the other clans are allowed to bring their cats to the offending clan’s camp and hold the gathering there. In the event of a fight at a gathering, the offending clan(s) will not be allowed to attend next moon’s gathering.)

Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats. (If a border has not been marked for a full day, enemy clan cats are allowed to hunt on the offending clan’s territory without repercussion. In the event of trespassing, if the offender is not properly dealt with, the guilty cat(s) must be confined to camp for five days.)

No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan. (If the negligence results in the injury of the kit, the offending cat’s next born kit will be sent to another clan for two moons. If the negligence results in the death of the kit, the offending cat’s next born kit will be exiled at the age of six moons. In any case, if the offending kit doesn’t have kits for the next twelve moons after the incident, they may never have kits.)

The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code. (If a cat challenges their leader, the leader may declare that no one can speak to the offender for one moon. If the cat goes against the leader’s order or behind their back, They must spend a moon outside Clan territory to learn how lucky they are to live in a clan. On the second offence, they will be exiled.)

An honourable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defence. (If a warrior kills another cat, and the medicine cat and leader decide there was malicious intent, the warrior will be exiled.)

A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet. (If a warrior is caught eating kittypet food or consorting with twolegs, they will be stripped of their warrior status and not permitted to leave camp for one moon, after which they must pass a warrior assessment. If they leave the clan for a life as a kittypet, any warrior who comes across them in their territory is permitted to attack them on sight.)

Each Clan has the right to be proud and independent, but in times of trouble they must forget their boundaries and fight side by side to protect them all. Each Clan must help the others so that no Clan will fall. (If a clan refuses to fight beside a Clan, their leader will be stripped of their nine lives.)

Other Rules

If a cat does not follow through with their punishment, there is a chance StarClan will tear their soul from their body and send them to the Place of No Stars.

The punishment for Code One involving relationships with outsiders also applies to medicine cats who form romantic bonds.

Cats “stripped of their warrior status” are called Codebreakers. They are permitted to live in the camp, but they are not allowed to go on patrols, fight in battles, or perform any warrior duties. They must also hunt for themselves, and only themselves. They may not eat from the fresh-kill pile. Warriors are allowed to help them hunt, but only if the clan has been fed.

That's all for today! I will still be making DaisyClan posts as well - I'll probably upload them on Mondays and VultureClan's on Thursdays.

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Moon 9 

The white she-cat was shivering, but from fear or the cold, Daisystar couldn’t tell. Between her front paws, a tiny black kit, barely a day old, was curled up. Daisystar nodded to the little scrap of fur. “Is that your only kit?” They asked.

The she-cat blinked, her round eyes betraying no emotion. “Yes,” She meowed. “The other two were born dead.”

“I’m sorry,” Daisystar said. They paused, considering their options. Would it be wise to invite this cat to stay with them? With leaf-bare on the way, there was no guarantee that DaisyClan would be able to feed even itself. The last leaf-bare was not kind to us, Daisystar thought.

But they couldn’t just leave this new mother and her kit to their own devices. “Well, we have fresh caught prey and warm nests at our camp,” Daisystar said, “You're welcome to stay while you decide what to do.” Even if the loners didn’t stay, they could at least have some shelter for the time. Daisystar waved their tail. “Come. Let’s get you out of the cold.”

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Notable Events

Fawnfire admits to Woodfur that he had a vision, but neither of them can make sense of it.

At the border, the patrol runs into a loner and her newborn kit, asking to join the Clan. Daisystar agrees to let them join. Icyback and Fawnkit settle into camp.

Moon 10

“Tell me about this vision,” Woodpelt prompted.

Echofall frowned, his pelt prickling. “Well, I’m not sure it was a vision,” He muttered, “It was a weird dream, but I felt . . . unsettled when I woke up. Like there were ants in my pelt.” He shifted his paws, then went on. “I saw a daisy, alone in a forest. But as the moons went by, more flowers grew around it, until the daisy was completely surrounded. The other flowers blocked out the sunlight, and choked the daisy’s roots. The daisy died.”

Woodpelt felt a strange energy crackling through her fur. This had to be a vision. She had been waiting for one for moons, but StarClan hadn’t contacted her since her mentor died. The spirits of our ancestors are trying to tell us something, Woodpelt thought, But what? A group of flowers smothering a daisy . . . a posy of flowers, perhaps . . .

Woodpelt dipped her head to Echofall. “Thank you for telling me about your dream,” She said, “It’s very . . . informative.”

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Notable Events

Fawnfire happily retires at the age of 120 moons.

Fawnkit has yellowcough.

Woodpelt is sure she saw Lakespark’s spirit in the forest today.

Daisystar and Woodfur chase a rogue out of their territory.

While gathering herbs, Echofall tells Woodpelt he had a vision from StarClan. Woodpelt has an idea of what the vision means.

Two new cats join the Clan!

If you want to see more of my work, I also have an alt account where I post non-clangen art and a YouTube channel.

Hi everyone . . . I've got a bit of bad news about DaisyClan. I screwed up when updating the game, and lost my save file. BUT, I'm way ahead of my posts and have like six in-game years worth of stuff from playing with DaisyClan before I accidentally killed them. So I'll keep posting like normal, and I'll try to wrap up the story as best as I can, although the ending will probably still feel abrupt. Sorry guys, I'm hopeless when it comes to technology.

I am planning on starting another Clan soon, though, so keep an eye out for that!

Moon 7

“HEY, YOU! GET LOST, MANGE-PELT!” Minkstalk froze, her teeth still clamped in the dead rabbit’s neck. Looking around for the source of the yowl, she saw three cats appear from behind a shrub. Their fur was bristling, and their teeth were bared. Who are they? Minkstalk thought, unsheathing her claws. Rogues?

Before the strangers got too close, Echofall raced over, his tail held high. He stopped between Minkstalk and the other cats. “Hey, wait a second!” He mewed calmly, “No need for teeth or claws yet. What’s going on? Who are you?”

The three cats halted, but still glared at them with narrowed eyes. One of them, a black and white she-cat, spoke up. “We are warriors of PosyClan,” she growled, “And you are hunting on OUR territory.”

“Yeah,” a grey tabby added, gesturing with his tail to a spot behind Minkstalk. “Our scent markers are three fox-lengths that way. Didn’t you smell them?”

Minkstalk frowned, placing the rabbit down and sniffing the air. Now that she was looking for it, the deputy did catch a musky scent drifting her way, which matched the scent of the cats in front of her. “I apologise,” Minkstalk said, stepping back. “I was chasing the rabbit, and didn’t notice.”

“We’re kind of new around here,” Echofall said, with a friendly smile, “We didn’t even know there was another Clan here! Well, it was nice to meet you, Warriors of PosyClan, but we’ll be out of your fur now.” Echofall waved his tail to Minkstalk, leading her back towards the border.

Glancing back, Minkstalk saw the PosyClan cats watching them. Their fur was lying flat now, but the black and white she-cat gave Minkstalk a pointed look. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again!”

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Notable Events

Daisystar and Woodpelt’s dislike for each other grows when Woodpelt purposefully gives Daisystar bitter herbs.

When Daisystar, Woodfur and Fawnfire find a porcupine while on patrol, Daisystar hatches a plan to ambush it. They succeed in killing the porcupine.

Minkstalk and Echofall are on patrol when Minkstalk chases after a rabbit and kills it. Another patrol of cats appears, telling Minkstalk to get off PosyClan territory. Echofall smooths things over quickly, giving the rabbit to the PosyClan patrol. The rest of DaisyClan is surprised and worried to know that there are other clans around. 

Moon 8 

The white tom raised his tail in a friendly greeting. “You must be our new neighbours!” He purred. “I am Heronclaw, of SongClan. Welcome to the forest.”

Another Clan, Minkstalk thought, casting a glance at Fawnfire and Woodfur, signalling for them to stay calm. She dipped her head to Heronclaw. “Thank you,” She mewed, “I am Minkstalk, deputy of DaisyClan. I hope prey is running well in your territory.”

“It is,” Heronclaw replied, “And good thing, too. We have a lot of warriors to feed!” His tone was casual, but Minkstalk saw the sharp look in his eye. That was a warning. 

“Well, we should be on our way,” Minkstalk said, nodding to Fawnfire and Woodfur. “Thank you for the kind welcome, Heronclaw. May StarClan light your path.” 

“May StarClan light your path,” Heronclaw repeated. Minkstalk could feel his gaze burning her pelt as she led her patrol away.

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Notable Events

A DaisyClan patrol meets another patrol, this time from SongClan. Minkstalk keeps things civil, and SongClan is respectful toward DaisyClan.

Woodpelt is looking out for signs of StarClan, disappointed when she can’t find any.

DaisyClan makes some new friends . . .

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