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The long awaited return of Wolfclan! Moon 48 in my Clangen clan, yippee!
I decided to take a break from playing for the month of July, just so nothing major could happen to the cats during Art Fight (wouldn't want a character dying, amirite?), but this moon happened before July and I accidentally forgot to post it.
Congrats to the new apprentices! It seems like the camp is now swarming with young cats, eager to learn and get up to mischief.
Goldjay joins the Single Parents Club, making me question why so many Wolcfclan cats would rather have affairs with mystery cats than find mates where they live.
George gives birth to an adorable kitten! What a cutie.
And Slatenut and Timberbreeze, after many moons of will-they-wont-they, announce they're mates. Finally, the clan cats are starting to pair up, which means we might see some cool new kittens on the way soon.
Sagetooth’s ear twitched irritably as she listened to Smokyrose’s proposal. “This is nonsense!” she huffed. “You want to try and make peace with these rogues?! You’d sooner teach a fox to fly!” Smokyrose tried to hide her scowl, focusing her attention back on Goldenstar.
“I think we have to try,” she said. “And we ought to try as soon as possible. If we can put an end to the fighting before anyone else gets hurt, we should do that, right?”
“I see what you’re saying,” Goldenstar said and Sagetooth waited eagerly for the ‘but’, “but these city cats don’t seem interested in any outcome besides getting what they want. I’m not sure there is a peaceful solution.”
Smokyrose frowned and said, “We should do our due diligence. If we don’t, the ‘what ifs’ will weigh on our minds for the rest of our lives.”
“Maybe for you,” Sagetooth growled, lashing her tail. “I will sleep soundly knowing we refused to negotiate with these barbarians.”
“That kind of talk isn’t helpful,” Smokyrose pouted. “We need to empathize with our enemy, not demonize them.” Some things never changed. Smokyrose was still as self righteous as ever and accustomed to using her pretty face to win arguments. It made Sagetooth simmer with rage.
“I beg to differ,” she retorted. “There’s a reason the Code expects us to refrain from making friendships within other Clans. Too much empathy loses battles.”
Goldenstar chirped to get the two older cats’ attention then sighed. “Look. I would love to be able to agree with you Smokyrose but I’m worried about your safety. Maybe we can find a compromise, yes?”
“I’m listening,” Smokyrose smiled and Sagetooth rolled her eyes.
“It’s been a while since we actually ran into any rogues,” Goldenstar said. “Next time we do, we’ll ask them for a meeting and then we’ll arrange a time and location that I can feel confident you’ll be safe in. How does that sound?”
“I guess…” said Smokyrose. Sagetooth huffed.
Goldenstar looked at her and asked, “Sagetooth, do you have any objections?”
“No, I suppose not,” said the old healer. Aside from the fact that this clearly won’t work. She was just going to have to let Goldenstar learn the hard way.
“Good,” Goldenstar sighed tiredly. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” Sagetooth and Smokyrose both frowned and shifted their weight but they didn’t protest.
Neither of us are happy, Sagetooth thought sarcastically, the sign of a perfect compromise.
“Thank you for hearing me out,” Smokyrose nodded, standing.
“Always,” said Goldenstar, smiling despite her weariness. Sagetooth frowned deeper. The war seemed to be taking a heavy toll on the young cat and she didn’t like it.
“Did you want me to bring you those sleeping herbs like we discussed?” she asked, knowing Goldenstar had been against them from the start.
“I guess…” Goldenstar shrugged. “I… trust your judgment.”
“Good,” Sagetooth said, standing as well. “Trust me, a night of deep sleep will do you some good.” She headed for the exit to the leader’s den but nearly collided with Smokyrose in the tunnel. She bristled, baring her teeth, and Smokyrose pulled back to let her go first. With a satisfied ‘humph’, she hobbled out of the den and back into her own. By the time she got there, a rant was starting to spill from her lips.
“She’s got no sense,” she grumbled, “She wants to talk with them? Hah! That will go well. I’m sure everyone will toss a moss ball around and share tongues too!”
Movement drew her attention and she snapped her gaze up to glare at the perpetrator. Sitting side by side, Aldertail and Oddstripe were refreshing the sick beds. Aldertail had fallen over, tail tucked and ears pressed back, as if instinctively apologizing for being in her way. Oddstripe winced sympathetically and smiled at Sagetooth.
“Evening, Sagetooth,” he said. “Everything alright?”
“It’s Smokyrose,” she grouched, disregarding them as she stomped back to the herb stores. “She’s insisting we try to ‘make peace’ with the rogues. Ridiculous! She seems to think every problem can be solved if you talk about your feelings enough.”
“Well, that is her job, isn’t it?” Oddstripe offered with a bashful laugh. “You know, as a mediator.”
“Pah!” Sagetooth lashed her tail to toss the remark away. “Mediators! We went plenty of generations without them just fine!” She scowled in focus. She had to portion out the herbs without making a mess and her temper was not making it any easier for her achy paws to manage.
“Oh, really?” Oddstripe asked. “I just assumed mediators had been around as long as every other position.”
“Nope,” Sagetooth said. “Time was, we knew how to settle our disputes like warriors. These days all anyone wants to do is talk.” Finally, she managed to fold Goldenstar’s herbs into a little leaf for easy carrying.
“Isn’t that better?” he ventured carefully. “I mean- don’t less cats get hurt?”
Sagetooth scoffed and turned around, the bundle of herbs in her teeth. “Youngins!” she hissed. “Too afraid of pain.” Her eyes briefly landed on Aldertail and the warrior impulsively went to lick at her paws. Sagetooth’s tail lashed again.
“Stop that!” she ordered.
“Sorry!” Aldertail squeaked, slamming her paw back down.
“Stars, girl!” Sagetooth groaned, “I ought to put garlic on your legs!”
“I-it’s alright,” Oddstripe tried, laying his tail around Aldertail’s shoulders. “She just wants you to be kind to yourself.” Sagetooth’s fur prickled.
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” she spat. “We’re not doing her any service by coddling her. She’s a full grown cat, she should be able to take control of herself and stop tearing up her own skin any time someone looks at her sideways!”
“I’m sorry,” Aldertail said again. “I’ll stop, I promise!”
“You’d better,” Sagetooth growled.
Oddstripe’s big ears turned backwards. “Sagetooth! She can’t help it!”
“Excuses, excuses,” scoffed Sagetooth.
Deep down, she knew she was being harsh. As much as she disliked it, Aldertail’s condition wasn’t something she had too much control over, but Sagetooth was angry and her hips hurt and it seemed like everyone had forgotten what it really meant to be a warrior and she wasn’t in the mood to keep her thoughts to herself! She also wasn’t in the mood to put up with Oddstripe’s bleeding heart at the moment and she stalked out of the den, tail arched at the base as it lashed side to side.
“It’s okay, Oddstripe, really,” she heard Aldertail say as she left. “I know I should be better about it.”
“Oh, you’re fine,” Oddstripe said firmly. “Why don’t you finish these nests? I’m going to have a word with Sagetooth real quick.”
Sagetooth growled, low and long, as the sound of pawsteps quickly caught up to her. The sun was starting to set, casting the camp in a soft purple. On any other day it would have been beautiful but, today, for some reason, it was very annoying.
“Sagetooth!” Oddstripe hissed, easily keeping stride with her. “That was entirely inappropriate! I- I know you have your own way of doing things, but I-”
“You what?” Sagetooth stopped to glare at him and his stupid, giant bat ears.
“I-” Oddstripe recoiled under her gaze. She huffed in satisfaction which only made him more upset. “I won’t let you talk to her like that.”
“Oh, really?” she growled, setting down the herbs. “What will you do to stop me?”
Oddstripe squirmed but kept that annoyingly determined look on his face. “I- I don’t-”
“Sagetooth!” a voice called out from the eastern hill. Sighing, she turned to face the patrol returning to camp with a grimace.
“What now?” she said before she saw them and all thoughts seemed to fly from her head.
Pantherhaze was in the lead, with Yarrowshade, Barleypaw, and Stormwhisper in tow. Each of them carried a kit about four weeks old in their jaws. Sagetooth’s eyes snapped onto Stormwhisper and he immediately wilted under her gaze.
“There you are!” she shouted. “Where in the Dark Forest have you been?!” She stormed towards them, the herbs and her argument with Oddstripe completely forgotten. Cats started emerging from their dens to see what was going on.
Stormwhisper set the kitten down between his paws and said, “StarClan led me out past the territories where I found a pregnant queen. I helped her deliver the kits and she asked me to take them back to be raised in EarthClan so I did. I’m still not sure why StarClan set me on this path, but I assume the kits must be important somehow.” Sagetooth narrowed her eyes. His response seemed rehearsed to her and far too vague for her liking.
As he spoke, the others set the kits they were carrying next to the first and one of them, a little white and ginger tom, started to squeal hungrily. The others joined in, becoming a pitiful, sickly sounding chorus.
“Oh, the poor things!” Oddstripe said, moving over to inspect the kittens. “They’re half starved!”
“I’ve been trying to feed them,” Stormwhisper said, “but it’s been hard since they’re still getting the hang of food.”
Sagetooth was still glaring. “They’re not even weaned yet and their mother sent them away with you?”
Stormwhisper frowned and shifted his weight uneasily. “Yeah. I tried to convince her to come with me but she wanted nothing to do with them. B-besides, I figured I’d been gone long enough already-”
“You sure have!” Sagetooth hissed, tail bristling. “Oddstripe and I have been covering for your absence! There’s a war on! And you just went off for three moons, completely neglecting your duties and oaths?!”
“A war?!” Stormwhisper reeled. “Between whom?”
“Everyone and a bunch of bloodthirsty rogues,” Sagetooth snapped. “You’d know that if you’d stuck around.”
“Easy, Sagetooth,” Yarrowshade said, stepping forward a little.
“He said StarClan was guiding him,” Pantherhaze added, eyes wide. “Maybe these kits are going to save the Clans some day!”
Oddstripe whispered, “Barleypaw, would you grab me some drinking water and a bird of some kind?” Barleypaw nodded and bounded off towards the nearest stream.
“I’ll go grab the ones we cached earlier,” Yarrowshade offered.
“Thank you,” Oddstripe purred. “Stormwhisper, why don’t you help me get them to the healers’ den?” Sagetooth’s jaw hurt from the ferocity with which she was clenching it. It seemed no one there cared at all about Stormwhisper’s transgressions. She wished that she could set him on fire with her glare alone. She couldn’t, of course, and he eventually broke her gaze to smile at Oddstripe.
“Of course,” he said. Stooping down, he started nosing the kits towards the healers’ den and said, “Come on, little ones. Food is this way.” Sagetooth watched the fondness on his face, the way he gently picked up the smallest one and helped him along, and her expression darkened. The kits were skinny and weak, that much was clear, but if their mother had abandoned them at birth they would have died within the week. The situation wasn’t adding up right and it didn’t sit well with her.
That night, she watched from the back of the den as Oddstripe and Stormwhisper fawned over the kittens and tried to help them eat. They laughed together. Oddstripe shared stories about their own litter. Stormwhisper shared his names for the litter.
They were all toms. The biggest and strongest of them, the ginger and white one, he named Bluffkit. The blue tabby he named Finchkit. The little grey-brown one with the white tail he named Erminekit. The white and grey speckled one he called Rainkit.
“You know,” he admitted to Oddstripe after he’d said it, “I always wanted a kit named Rainkit.” Sagetooth’s eyes narrowed.
“Really?” Oddstripe purred.
“Yeah,” said Stormwhisper. “You know, Stormwhisper. Rainkit. I thought it was cute.”
“Oh, it is!” Oddstripe said, waving a paw around for the kittens to bat at. “I’m glad you were able to use the name, even if the kits aren’t yours.”
“Yeah,” Stormwhisper said, falling quiet, a strange smile on his face.
That was enough for Sagetooth. She didn’t know why or how but she was certain these kits were Stormwhisper’s. It made her sick. Still, it wasn’t a surprise. Stormwhisper had never been very committed to his duties as a healer, especially not the spiritual ones. As she saw it, a part of him had remained stuck in his time as a warrior and no amount of lectures ever seemed to get him to behave. And now he had used StarClan as an excuse to cover for his blasphemous actions. What a disgrace. What a betrayal.
“StarClan are the ones who betrayed us, Sagetooth. Wake up already.” Redleaf’s words reared their ugly heads, as they often did at the most inopportune times. Sagetooth shook her head. At least she had managed to keep Stormwhisper away from-
Her eyes widened in shock and her entire pelt bristled with unease.
No… Surely not.
She studied the kits as they settled down against Stormwhisper’s belly to sleep. A ginger kitten was a guarantee that their mother was a tortoiseshell. The more she looked, the more she saw her old apprentice in their features, in the shapes of their faces or the pattern of their stripes.
She shook her head again, shutting her eyes. She was imagining things. There was no way to find such a strong resemblance, not when they were this young, not when they were all toms. Still, the fear lingered with her. She wondered what had become of Redleaf. What reason would she have had to stay so close to the Clan? How would Stormwhisper have even known?
Sighing, she settled herself down for sleep. She had more important things to worry about. That didn’t stop her from worrying about this for at least another hour before she fell into a fitful sleep.
UPDATES:
- Stormwhisper returns from his mysterious absence with four kits, Bluffkit, Finchkit, Erminekit, and Rainkit. They stay the night in RisingClan before returning to EarthClan.
This wasn't a super eventful moon, so the update is just one page this week, but we have another new cat so I'm posting his ref with the update too. He's part munchkin and I love him and his little leggies ;w;
I'm working on finishing the new kit refs and then I'll be posting those along with a masterpost of cat refs/allegiances this week, and finally officially opening asks for the kibbies!! :3
Hoooo boy, a busy moon! I have so many LORE THOUGHTS and KNOWLEDGE. What's going on, Sanddapple? 👀
But look at the BABIES. WEE BABS. I love them all so much, especially with their tragic backstory
STINKBUTT. STINK. BUTT. Yes, that's really her name, and yes, she really did choose to keep it. My grumpy old lady. I'd be grumpy too if my name were Stinkbutt, but I mean she chose to keep it so you go girl. She's the prettiest marked cat in the clan and her name is Stinkbutt. I love it here
Inkstripe and Crowheart drama?? I know most of you probably forgot about Inkstripe since he has been determined to be a Background Character but apparently he got pissy about that fact :]
After next Moon update I'll post Moon 6 Allegiances and open up character asks!! So get yer thinkin' caps on because you'll be able to ask any cat 3 moons or older questions in the next week or so c:
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Leaf-fall has arrived, and so have a ton of kits! It seems that Pikachupelt was expecting when she joined the clan, and she gave birth to a healthy kitten. Slatenut, though... well, she says the kits are her's, but won't say who the other parent is.
And as if this moon couldn't get crazy enough, CLOUDNOSE HAS RETURNED! After an in-game year, she escaped her twoleg kidnappers, and came back to Wolfclan! Stormstar and her are mates again, and seem happier than ever.
