Summer rolls across the valley territories with a vengeance. The sparse mountain territory of Loudclan offers little reprieve from the ever present sun that beats down on the cats. While most patrols rush back to camp to take shelter in the caves during the midday hours, young warriors itch for a chance to prove themselves, and evidence of trespassers provides just that for Fiercestripe's patrol.
A fight breaks out between the patrol and the farm cats. Though the clan-cats are highly trained fighters, save for Fiercestripe they are untested in battle, and are outnumbered more than 2:1. There will certainly be losses.
[clangen: *takes everyone's favorite characters, throws them in a blender, and sets it to liquefy*
me: *twirls my little metaphorical evil mustache* ahh, yes, just as I planned...
For real though, I am so glad to finally get this moon (half of it at least) out to you guys! It is definitely the biggest and most time and skill intensive moon so far and I had a ton of fun drawing it! Unfortunately, that means that the second part is going to take a similarly long while to finish, but I hope that the quality of them makes up for the wait! I hope you guys all enjoy!
If you're a little lost as to who the farm cats are check out this pmv and this family tree]
Edit: It's been pointed out to me that Rosehiptree's age is wrong here. That's my bad, this was a HUGE project and while I did my best to not make any mistakes it slipped past me. She's 14 moons old, the same as Dogwoodmoth, but it would be more trouble than it's worth to change it, given the size of the moon not allowing me to upload images on mobile, so lets all just do me a favor and pretend it says 14 instead of 13. Thanks!
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Edit: this was not supposed to have been posted now but I'm pretty sure I missed a day or two of posting so uhhhh take it as a make up post
I'm taking Su Suann's fanfiction of him as a baseline and altering it. He was originally named Dashkit/Dashpaw, and as an apprentice he snuck out with his friends and they dared him to race a young fox. The fox bit his tail, and the apprentices had to fight off the fox. Everyone was hugely scolded by the warriors.
Dashpaw's wound became infected with maggots, and it became very dire. The cleric was almost certain he would die, but when he pulled through he was named Maggottail for the strength he showed in surviving the wound (well first he had to pass his assessments and stuff but yknow)
Maggottail was an extremely respected warrior for many, many moons, but he was getting old and craved something more, missing the glory of his youth. As luck would have it, a nest of foxes had found itself on SkyClan territory. He devised a plan that involved using several apprentices to lure the foxes out, like in his youth. But the plan went wrong and two apprentices were killed, and the worst part was that Maggottail had had the chance to save them, but instead chose to finish off the fox, earning the title at the first Clan cat to kill a fox on his own.
The Clan celebrated him, but the remaining apprentice knew that he could have saved her friends, but didn't. When she confronted him, he denied it and told her no one would believe her. She said she would go to the leader anyway, and Maggottail killed her and dumped her body. No one found out what he had done, and he lived and retired peacefully. When he died, he was met by the angry faces of the apprentices from all those moons ago, and was sent to the Dark Forest.
Born: 1908
First Appeared: The Forgotten Warrior
Died: 1921, killed by greencough when he was weakened in his old age
The sound of frantic pawsteps could be heard first, Amberpaw growing alert and rising from her spot near Cliffstripe where theyâd been chatting. Part of his hearing damaged by his loss of an ear, it seemed the ginger warrior was unaware something was approaching before his companions demeanor changed, looking up at her quizzically with his remaining yellow eye.
âSomeoneâs coming.â She meows simply, fixated on the camp's entrance. Cliffstripe pulls himself into a sitting position, trying to prepare himself for anything.
Dashpaw is a blur when he breaks through the clearing; had it not been for the unfamiliar scent he carried with him, the ginger warrior might not have been able to tell that he even had a kit held firmly in his jaws. The half-white tom locks his eyes on Amberpaw, making a b-line to her and promptly placing the kitten a tail-length in front of her paws.
âI need you to look after him.â Without waiting for a response, he turns his head towards Cliffstripe. âCliffstripe, I need you to follow me. There are two more kits still. Flippaw is running a diversion, but I donât know how much time sheâll have.â
Cliffstripe nods firmly. âGot it.â In an instant, heâs on his paws, muscles tensing and preparing for a run.
âA diversion!?â Amberpaw shouts, looking desperately at Dashpaw for more details. âDashpaw what-â
âThereâs no time to explain right now! Iâll tell you everything in a bit!â In typical Dashpaw fashion, heâs gone before she could finish her questioning. Cliffstripe shoots her an apologetic glance before taking off after the other tom.
Giving a sigh, Amberpaw slumps back onto her haunches and looks down at the young kit that was placed at her paws. âWell, guess itâs just you and me, kit. Iâm Amberpaw.â She offers the tan tabby a kind smile, thinking back to the time when Flippaw was still this small and hoping to StarClan the molly was going to be alright.
--
âExplain to me whatâs going on.â Cliffstripe says firmly between the pounding of his paws. âWhat do I need to know?â
Dashpaw was a few paces ahead of him, leading the way. He doesnât spare a glance back at the warrior, and hopes that his voice can be heard well enough from his position. âFlippaw and I were in the outer fields -- she smelled blood, I smelled a wolf. I tried to leave, but she found these kits instead-â He stops for a second to catch his breath before continuing. â-she said she was going to lead the wolf away so we could get the kits! She didnât even give me a choice about it!â
Were it not for the severity of the situation, Cliffstripe would almost find it humorous; perhaps Dashpaw had rubbed off more on the younger molly than he had thought. âDid you find their mother?â
âIâm guessing thatâs the source of the blood-smell.â Dashpaw shouts back grimly.
Try as he did, Dashpaw couldnât catch a single trace of Flippawâs current whereabouts; maybe that was for the best? Hopefully that meant she was successful in leading the beast away.
When they reached the remaining two kits, one of them had started crying out for its mother, the sound of her tiny voice causing Cliffstripeâs heart to ache. To lose one's family so young⌠He approaches the kit slowly, lowering himself to appear less threatening.Â
âHey, itâs okay.â The other kit, the blue one, hisses and lashes a tiny paw out defensively. Her sister waddles forward on unsteady paws and sniffs at Cliffstripe curiously.
âThis is sweet and all, Cliffâ, but we gotta be going.â Dashpaw warned, tail twitching nervously behind him.
Drawing himself back up, Ciffstripe licks at his chest, feeling slightly embarrassed. âAh- no, youâre right.â He turns back to the pair of kittens and picks up the remaining brown and white she-kit, Dashpaw following suit and grabbing the cranky blue one before making themselves scarce.
--
By the time they return, Amberpaw has put a nest together for the kits; lined with downy feathers from an earlier catch, it seemed the mottled tabby kit Dashpaw had brought in before had already taken up residency within. With the other two kits placed into the nest, they greet each other excitedly, the blue kit pouncing sloppily onto her brother.
âIs that all of them?â Amberpaw asks, looking at the toms.
âThese are all the ones Flippaw and I found.â Dashpaw confirms.
An uneasy silence fills the clearing at the mention of the spotted apprenticeâs name. Her plan was so hurried that they didnât take the time to discuss where theyâd meet up after, where she planned to goad the wolf into chasing her, really anything.
âSheâll be okay.â Cliffstripe meows, causing the others to look at him.
âHow can you be so sure? Sheâs only been an apprentice for two moons!â Amberpawâs voice is harsher than she intended it to be, and she flinches back from her own voice. âIâm sorry for yelling, I just-â
Cliffstripe shakes his head. âItâs okay, I understand. Just believe in her, okay? Dashpaw did, Iâm going to choose to do so as well. If Flippaw thought she could manage this, then I trust her.â
Amberpaw looks uncertain still, but remains silent and simply nods. As confident as she was in herself, she struggled to find the kind of trust that Cliffstripe seemed to have in everyone.
Seeming uncomfortable with just sitting around, the molly turns her attention back to the trio of kits and tries to usher them off of the nest. âCome on, Iâll bring you inside so you can sleep.â
Dashpaw fights the urge to argue their nest placements; now wasnât the time. He looks back to Cliffstripe, worry knitted in his brow. âWhen should we go out to look for her?â
âWhen the moon is high. I want to make sure we give her enough time and donât meet the wrong end of a wolf.â Again.
He nods back silently, light-blue gaze fixated on the stars beginning to fill the sky. âStarClan, if you really exist⌠you better keep her safe.â
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Back in camp, the warm weather gives the healers a chance to relax, and puts Wildfirecry in a particularly good mood, reminding him of his former home in Forestclan, far to the south.
Wildfirecry takes Songpaw out to look for Fiercestripe's patrol. Along the way they discuss what's really been on Songpaw's mind.
The scent of blood sits heavy in the still air. With Songpaw sent back to camp for help, Wildfirecry steels his nerves and rushes ahead, prepared to join the battle against whomever had made the mistake of tresspassing onto Loudclan's territory. As he neared the Loudclan border, though, it became clear that the battle was long finished.
Fiercestripe, Chumtail, Dogwoodmoth, and Dashpaw were killed in the rogue attack, taking 4 of their attackers with them. Rosehiptree managed to survive by staying hidden in the bushes, but she is by no means unscathed. Loudclan is devastated by this event, and will need time to mourn, but on the other side of the valley, three trespassers thank the stars for whatever might have delayed their pursuers.
[...so ... how are we feeling about this one, folks? bad? yeah, I feel bad. full disclosure, if Eklutna dying was the moon that I decided I wanted to keep playing Loudclan, this was the moon that almost made me quit. I was and continue to be DEVASTATED by losing these guys, Fierce, Dogwood, and Chum were some of my all time favorites as I played and I fell in love all over again writing their stories here. (Sorry Dash, you just weren't around long enough for me to get attached.) In game technically Fiercestripe died of heatstroke, but since it was the same moon as the rogue attack this felt like a much more fitting way for her to go. Anyway, I think one more part should wrap up this moon, and my deepest apologies to you all.]
As the sun sets on the last moon of spring Chumpaw and Rosehippaw are acting suspicious...
Chumpaw is honored for her bravery as she earns her warrior name at 15 moons old and is now called Chumtail! She has gone from charismatic to wise.
Rosehippaw is honored for her perseverance as she earns her warrior name at 13 moons old and is now called Rosehiptree! She has gone from righteous to shameless.
At the same ceremony:
Dashpaw is apprenticed to Dogwoodmoth. He is extremely excited to train with such a talented warrior! As he's grown, he has gone from quiet to confident.
Dancepaw is apprenticed to Peakpatch. He is less than happy with this choice, and his mentor isn't very enthusiastic either. Both of them hope that Chumtail will chose to involve herself in his training more often than not. As he's grown, he has gone from inquisitive to strict.
Finally Songpaw is apprenticed to Wildfirecry. While his training is not as exciting as his brother's he feels a weight lifted off of him, though his lineage still finds other ways to haunt him. As he's grown, he has gone from sweet to responsible.
Songpaw has seemingly inherited a form of ghost sight from his mother. It can make it hard to study at times.
[*glances nervously at my inbox* this is gonna be a... controversial moon. /lighthearted. Hey, I remembered to draw whiskers this time! Yay! Owlstar stop giving Peakpatch apprentices please I'm begging you. Owlstar do not entrust the training of your heir to a 13 moon old warrior please. Owlstar make a good decision for once in your life. I managed to get this moon done fast cause I was really excited to draw the next moon. I don't have the whole sketch done so I'm not sure exactly how long it is but moon 29 is gonna be BIG. I'd like to not break it up too much, but that might mean a little bit more time until it comes out. Otherwise, Dogwoodmoth and Rosehiptree family tree coming soon!]
âMay all cats of BuddingClan gather beneath the Echoed Stones for a clan meeting!â
The words were more familiar now, not feeling so much like a kit playing pretend. Cliffstripe sat confidently atop the towers of stone, reminding himself of how unstable he was the last time he called to the clan.
Amberpaw and Dashpaw were the first to arrive; they offered for Flippaw to stay in the den recovering, still unable to put weight on her injured leg, but she insisted that sheâd be there. The sound of kittenspeak alerted the group to the final apprenticeâs arrival, an apologetic grin crossing her face as the trio of kittens stumble their way into the clearing.
âSorry guys, I couldnât stop them from following me.â She meows, carefully limping to a spot besides Amberpaw.
Pinekit is quick to start pawing at Amberpawâs cheek fur, looking up at her with large, kitten-blue eyes. âWhere been?â She squeaks, sniffing deeply into Amberpawâs chest. âSmelly.â The kitten backs away, her mouth agape and filled with the new scent.
âChecking the borders.â Amberpaw meows simply, bending down to lick Pinekitâs forehead. âCome here, you can sit in my tail while Cliffstripe talks.â The mottled brown and white she-kit seems to think about the offer for a moment before tottling over and disappearing behind Amberpawâs abundant fur.
Cougarkit remains by Flippawâs side as she settles down, Cowkit preoccupied by the apprenticeâs waving tail. âNow you guys promised youâd be quiet, right?â The first of the two nods quickly, placing a paw over his mouth in acknowledgement -- the latter remains quiet, focused on Flippawâs tail.
âIf Cowkit causes you trouble, send her over and I can sit on her.â Dashpaw teases, making eye-contact with the kit who shrinks somewhat before moving to sit on Flippawâs other side.
âWell, no worries, Flippaw. Itâs hard when thereâs no one else who can watch them.â Cliffstripe speaks up, seeing everyone finally settle. âWithout further adoâŚâ
The ginger tom nods to Dashpaw, who raises when Cliffstripe begins.
âDashpaw, you have trained diligently and have far proven yourself ready for your warrior name. I call down upon our ancestors to look down upon you, and commend you as a full-fledged warrior of BuddingClan. Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and defend this clan with your life?â
âThen, from this day forward you will be known as Dashrabbit; BuddingClan honors your charisma and ability to think fast in dire situations.â Cliffstripe would be lying if he said he wasnât a little nervous; was naming in honor of Rabbitsnow the right thing? Was that insensitive? He steals a glance at Dashrabbit, who seemed to be gazing upward, eyes brimming with pride.
âAmberpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and defend this clan even at the cost of your life?â
âI do.â Though she remains seated, Amberpawâs chest is puffed out, back straight.
âFrom today, you will be known as Amberhare. BuddingClan welcomes you as a full warrior and honors you for your drive to help others.â
Flippaw is the first to erupt with cheer, to be met by a confused and startled Cougarkit, who thought they needed to be quiet. Before long, Cowkit and Pinekit join in the merrimaking, cheering the new names even if they didnât fully understand what all of this meant.
Cliffstripe descends from the stones, bumping roughly into Dashrabbitâs shoulder, and then slightly less roughly into Amberhareâs. âCongratulations. I know you'll do great."
