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ive decided to do my own clangen adventure and make stories and art of it! but ive noticed things very quickly stack up. do you ever feel overwhelmed with the amount of things you have to write and draw? its so easy to have prompts pile up, do you do anything to help you pace it out?
-fivepoolsclans
So far I haven't felt overwhelmed except for when I don't want to create anything at all, but thats also because i've yet to have more than four or five prompts in a single month. As things start to pick up maybe that will change.
I don't have any tips on how to pace things out but one way to deal with too many prompts might be to combine them into one piece that addresses more than one event. Hopefully that helps?
Tornstar, leader of DuskClan in the Sunbleed Valley territory. One of the first Clans of the valley before the modern Clans moved there, but Tornstar is certainly not the first leader. She's responsible, and has a good connection to StarClan.
Inspired by @usvaiset 's headcanon that the afterlife was founded by its first inhabitants: members from LionClan, TigerClan, and LeopardClan, and that these large guardians help guide others into StarClan and protect them.
I absolutely loved this idea and here is my interpretation of it.
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Rootember stared down at her paws, her eyes distant to thought, memory, and anxiety. The Cave of Hidden Stars lies just ahead, its maw wide open in the ground. Tonight was going to mark an important night in Rootemberâs life; tonight, if all went well, she would receive her nine lives and become HavenClanâs new leader.
Life has not been easy in recent seasons. Cats grew restless, wanting to stretch their paws and bring back the days of old. Times from before the Calamity had struck all four Clans, bringing devastation and threats to their way of life. They say that there had been so few cats after the disaster that what was left of all four Clans had to merge in order to survive. That became HavenClan.
So why go back? Why war over each other like they had before? Why risk another Calamity?
âRootember!â She looked up to see Figdreamâs golden face pop out of the opening of the caveâs tunnel. Even on a night as dark as this, the medicine catâs bright blue eyes were hard to miss. âTheyâre ready.â
The Elders once passed on tales of how the cats used to not need an invite before talking to StarClan. Rootember couldnât understand why not; it seemed rude to walk into their ancestorsâ den uninvited. It was the duty of the medicine cat to look for these invitations, and safekeep who goes in and outâ to protect the camp that StarClan claimed in the living world. Itâs also where the medicine cats would meet every half moon.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Rootember followed Figdream inside the den, saying goodbye to the cool outside breeze as they plunged into the stale damp air below. They padded on a declining slope. Rootember had to dig her claws into the earth to help keep herself from slipping. Figdream rested his tail on her shoulder, helping to guide the to-be leader until the ground leveled out.
âHey Figdream,â Rootember mewed softly. She didnât want to speak too loudly, in case it wrongfully disturbed the spirits of their ancestors before they were ready. âDo you ever feel like you might not be cut out for something? Like youâre not ready for what you have to experience, like itâs too soon?â
âSure,â the younger tom answered. He looked back at her, hardly able to make her out in the dimness of the tunnel. âThis is the first time Iâve guided a leader through StarClanâs den for them to receive their lives. Iâve come here many times before, but I wasnât sure if I had the courage to make it tonight. This is a big deal, you know? But there will always be a first time for everything. Thereâs rarely a time when itâll be soon enough for anyone.â
Rootember dipped her head, appreciative for Figdreamâs council. He was right. She had to do this, for the safety of the Clan. âWho do you think will be here tonight?â
Figdream let out a quiet puff of laughter, âYou know I canât tell you that.â
Before long, the tunnel narrowed and the two cats came across a strange rectangular stone sitting on rounded paws. It smelled bitter, and the faint scent of Twolegs and dust clung to itâ a sign of bygone times when Twolegs frequented the tunnel. It was wedged sideways in the center of the pathway, though it left just enough room at the side for the cats to squeeze through. There was a small opening in the wall on the other side
âYou got this,â Figdream smiled and nodded encouragingly. Rootember butted her head against his, then quickly turned to enter the opening.
The tunnel here was small and cramped. Rootember flinched as the walls closed in enough that it could be felt on her whiskers on either side. Luckily, this tunnel was short, and the walls opened up to reveal a small barely lit chamber full of pointed rocks. On all walls, and some of the pointed rocks, there were smaller colorful specks that seemed to glow in the dark and twinkle like stars. With every pawstep that Rootember took, everything seemed to be alive with a dancing shimmer, as if this cave had been able to steal away a piece of Silverpelt.
This is the Cave of Hidden Stars. StarClan cats would leave Silverpelt and visit their sacred den just to talk to HavenClan. Rootember swallowed a lump in her throat, the normally-calm cat awestruck and nervous of the beauty around her. She approached the back wall of glittering stone-bound stars and tucked her paws under her, touching her nose to the wall. Her growling stomach made it hard to clear her mind to sleep, but the exhaustion of the journey did it for her.
When Rootember opened her eyes again, she was in the same chamber but washed in a spectral blue color. Where there had been only Rootember before, now the cave was alive with starry cats stirring from their nests. Rootemberâs breath caught in her chest at the sight of fallen friends old and new, family and loved ones, and other ghosts that she had never met.
One of the many starry cats approaches her, though is someone Rootember doesnât recognize. The stranger was a beautiful white she-cat with brown spots speckling her back and face, her tail ringed with stripes matching the color of her spots. Rootember could feel her heart pulse in her ears as the she-catâs pale blue eyes made contact with hers. Whoever this cat was, it was clear that she commanded the air around her.
âMy name is Redfern,â she said, something about her voice made her feel familiar like an old friend. Warm and welcoming, confident and sure. âYou meet me tonight, but the cats under your care will all meet me one day when they join the stars. For now,â she pressed her nose to Rootemberâs forehead. A chill ran through the brow she-cat as a feeling indescribable ran through her, making her shiver from head to toe as if leaf-bare had swept through the cavern. âTake this gift, to help you endure in the face of hardship.â
Redfern then stepped back, allowing the other cats in the cavern to share their remaining 8 lives. Rootember couldnât help but notice some uncertain looks shared between some of the cats, as if they knew something she didnât. Did they believe in her? Would she make it as Clan leader? But soon, the old leader of HavenClan stepped forward to bless Rootember with another life. All anxious doubts soon melted away.
It felt like several days and nights had passed before the ceremony was finished. Rootember was trembling with the newfound power of nine lives at her paw tips, her chest heaving as she shoulders the intensity and pain that came with each soul that entered her body. But she stood strong and proud, lifting her head up high. Some of the StarClan cats mewed with approval.
âI hail you by your new name,â Redfern purred with a glint in her eye that Rootember could not quite discern. âRootstar, your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of HavenClan. Defend it well; care for the young and old; honor your ancestors and the tradition of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity.â Then, the beautiful StarClan cat stepped forward, her muzzle right next to Rootstarâs ear. âOur way of life depends on you and the choices you will make. Donât disappoint.â
Redfern pulled away and lifted her head high, âRootstar! Rootstar!â
Soon the other cats followed, chanting Rootstarâs new name with pride and vigor. It was over before long, as in a heartbeat the ghostly cats were gone. Rootstar was quick to wake, her new name echoing in her ears as she was cast in darkness yet again.
And yet, the voice that echoed the loudest was Redfernâs words: donât disappoint.
Meet the deputy of DuskClan: Molespots! A responsible and good teacher, she looks up at Tornstar's leadership with great admiration. She's a very loyal deputy... though some may say she's a little too loyal.