#budpaw

Budpaw has such an unfortunate past. She had to bury her mother when she was just a kitten…

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-Numbattery

hello!!

im starting a new series based on clangen because, well, im bored.

im going to follow an apprentice named budpaw of daffodilclan.

however, everyone but budpaw is dead. and budpaw must do something.. or daffodilclan is no more.

anything could happen. he could die literally the first moon, if i do a singular mistake.

my illustrations will be simple, but not stick-figure simple. also, any violence or gore will be attempted to be drawn off to the side. if i have to draw it, however, ill add trigger warnings.

lil muddy guy after seeing his home entirely ravaged :[

BUDKIT - She/Her

Age: 6 Moons Gender: Trans Molly Orientation: Undisclosed Family: Redshade (Father), Rosecloud (Grandmother), Palesun (Uncle) Guardian: Rosecloud

im pinning a directory of each and every moon, in order for people to easily access a sequential order without having to scroll past entries and get spoiled as a result.

So far:

The prairies surrounding DaffodilClan were tranquil as ever. Birdsong was heard as the chickadees and finches flew off. Clouds were whisked away as waves of tolerable heat casted themselves over the lands.

The leader, Gorsestar, a tan speckled tabby tom with amber eyes the colour of the metallic wires to a Twoleg thundersnake, lounged around alongside his deputy, Snowfeather: a dark brown tabby tom with flecks of white within his pelt, and greenish-yellow eyes. The deputy's newly-made apprentice, Budpaw, was showing the two kits of their Clan around, his ginger-and-cream fur easily able to be spotted out of their Clan.

Peace was present within the small Clan.

But it was ripped away within seconds.

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The first signs were when Goldenpetal, their medicine cat, grew antsy after receiving a vision of snarling roars. Gorsestar was given a clear description from the white tom. There would be shrieks and cries, both from their cats and. . .the sky. Gorsestar was perplexed as the medicine cat described more in detail, how it was as if the nearby thundersnakes bordering their territory had left their patrolling lines and rushed to their camp, their noises whistling through the plains with nowhere to go.

The next signs were the skies growing clearer and clearer, the few left being small whispy feathers of white within the blue canvas above. The Clan residing within the prairie wasn't unfamiliar with clear days, but. . .for it to be as prolonged definitely made Gorsestar's hackles twitch in uncertainty.

Then the animals left. Prey was present, although uncommonly. Birds had departed from the skies, leaving the land in an eerie silence.

Gorsestar and Goldenpetal soon left their camp, leaving Snowfeather in charge, to talk to their warrior ancestors at the Moonwaters, right at the nearby lake's shore where it was as if the celestial body had melted and drifted right to the paws of the living.

Unfortunately, they were the first to go, the first to witness a Thousand Teeth come down on them.

The skies turned a wicked green within a matter of moments, the pressure upon their ears enough to make Gorsestar question if he had gotten an infection from some insect.

Gorsestar whipped his head to ask Goldenpetal, who had been following him the whole time they journeyed, if he knew of any nearby herbs for his ears, when he saw the clouds dip down, sinking teeth of darkened grey into the terrain with a famished howl. Some hadn't met the ground, where two cones would be right next to one another.

His dark orange eyes widened with a silent terror. He had never seen this before. He looked up for consolation, for hope that Silverpelt was visible so StarClan could help guide them, but it was as if a blanket of dark murky greens blinded their ancestors.

And what was worse, Goldenpetal was gone. A single fragment of a claw was left where Gorsestar had heard him.

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Back in camp, all was ravaged. No one was left.

. . .Except, a ginger and cream adolescent cat emerged from a rabbit hole, his nimble body able to easily thread through. He was muddied and dirtied from water that had made its way through to him, and even had to dig his way out of a slightly caved-in tunnel to free himself.

He slowly trudged over to where his mind catalogued where DaffodilClan's camp was, his pale green eyes wide with bewilderment at the sight of the damage left.

He makes his way on delicate paws to the Highcliff, where Gorsestar was standing on just a few moons ago to name him Budpaw. His paws, muddied and soaked, squelched on the slippery rock covered with rangeland debris. He overlooked the plains, and was soon met with the departing sight of what would then be called the Storm of a Thousand Teeth.

--- End. ---

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woohoo!!! i DID IT!!!! im so happy!! and im probably gonna take a different route, making a sort of 'cover' of sorts for each moon, like a chapter. and im gonna write down the events, since its a strong suite of mine!!! and its gonna help me with writers block oh dear oh my help me

AND UPDATE. VERY IMPORTANT- im going to probably change my scheduling to WEEKLY UPDATES, so every TUESDAY AT 12PM (i know, this was late!!! i swear i was rushed this week im sorryyy).