#bubblingpaw

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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