#hollyclaw

I drew these before I played the game at all, just to establish some designs for myself. Funny enough, Hollyclaw and especially her kits changed a bit over the moons. Kits especially, man...those buggers' designs change so much on me as they grow and get new sprites, I can never keep them consistent lol

While I haven't 100% gotten their Origin Lore sorted out, here's what I've been kicking around: JumbleClan was founded by a bunch of Clan cats dislocated from their birth Clans by a storm or some other natural disaster. The Clan actually formed a few moons before the game's moon 0, since they ended up building their camp around where Zapberry helped Hollyclaw deliver her kits.

Leader - Antstar - Originally Antback and Archdapple came from the same Clan, where they were warriors on fairly equal footing. The survivors who became JumbleClan ended up looking to Antback for guidance due to his level headed and wise demeanor, and he ended up being chosen as the leader somewhat against his will.

Deputy - Archdapple - An original Clanmate of Antstar. Antstar actually hesitated to name him as his deputy due to Archdapple's clear thirst for power...but Antstar had a very slim pool of potential deputies to choose from, and he at least knew Archdapple very well and could at least trust him to do his best as the deputy. Archdapple, however, is known to toot his own horn and screw around with Antstar, occasionally calling him things like "Bugass."

Healer - Zapberry - She used to be a warrior in her old Clan, but to her dismay she was the one of the survivors with the most natural aptitude for using healing herbs, so she ended up being appointed as JumbleClan's healer. She itches to go on border patrols like she used to and will often stash herbs in weird places just to have an excuse to stretch her legs more, efficiency be damned...

Warriors

Burnhollow - She's the oldest cat among the founders...and the most quiet and glum. When she does raise her voice, though, she can actually be very eloquent. Unlike a lot of cats, she actually cares deeply for bugs and their little lives and does her best to not unnecessarily kill them. Though her dourness can be off-putting, she genuinely means well.

Hollyclaw - She had been in trouble with her birth Clan for having an affair with a rogue...only to be displaced while pregnant. She ultimately gave birth to her kittens in what became the JumbleClan nursery, and is very thankful to her new Clan for not judging her life choices too hard and treating her kits as their own. While she struggles with motherhood to some degree, not having been prepared to have kits at all, she still tries her best...though she struggles somewhat to connect with her daughter.

Fogfur - He was a rogue living in what became JumbleClan's territory when the dislocated Clan cats from beyond ended up there. As this territory was bordered by several extant Clans already, he saw an opportunity to boost his own survival with strength in numbers and helped guide the newcomers around the territory, adopting the Clan name Fogfur to further blend in to his new group. He still retains a very impish personality and is not above starting problems on purpose for his own amusement...after all, the petty drama of the living is a lot more entertaining than the haunting regrets of the dead.

Kits

Hazelkit - The more outgoing of Hollyclaw's twins, he tends to make more friends than his sister. His mother adores him, and the deputy is already developing a soft spot for his wide-eyed wonder at the world.

The most important cat in need of their attention was obviously Sandfeather, but they squared away any other cats visibly shaken by the day's events to be spoken to individually. Beewatcher herded Sandfeather away to a private corner far from the medicine cats' den where Eagleburn remained, having an apprentice fetch some catmint from their stores.

With everyone delegated and working on their tasks, Dappleddusk found herself slowly padding towards the medicine cats' den. She knew full well Oatstar had been in there since the end of the gathering--she had watched him slip in, and never come back out. She should be avoiding the den, in fact. She should be furious and focusing on other tasks to keep her mind busy.

But she wasn't going to see Oatstar.

She needed to see Eagleburn.

"--I didn't know what else to do."

As she slowly poked in her head, barely missing the apprentice skirting past her on catmint-fetching duty, she heard Oatstar's whisper.

"I understand, you were put into a difficult position," Eagleburn's reassuring, deep voice answered, soothing. Dappleddusk felt her lip curl at the sound of him reassuring that coward, but...

It was all an act, wasn't it?

Eagleburn knew exactly how to play into the tom cat's feelings, making him feel validated, but also further enmeshing them.

"Dappleddusk, you can come over. It's alright."

Foxdung. She forgot how keen his senses were with the absence of his sight.

Oatstar likewise seemed surprised, sitting upright in a shock as his interim deputy slunk forward. Head down, shoulders hunched, tail low, she looked ready to swat at Oatstar, and he shrunk back, no longer confident as he was outside. But she chose to sit, ears flat as her tail wrapped itself over her forepaws.

"So you heard?"

"All of it. A bit too much, actually."

Eagleburn seemed perfectly fine with it all by Dappleddusk's assessment, licking a paw and lifting it to groom his ears.

"I would have given everyone more than the night to settle their feelings, but I know, Oatstar, you were under pressure."

Oatstar looked away, shameful. Good, thought Dappleddusk, resisting the urge to sneer.

"In the morning, before the dawn patrol, let me speak with the clan. Let them address me as they need."

Dappleddusk and Oatstar both looked at Eagleburn in shared surprise.

"Are you a glutton for punishment?" asked Dappleddusk, incredulous. "They'll rip you to shreds!"

"And they won't feel at peace until they have a chance to do so," Eagleburn firmly replied. "Do you think Sandfeather will leave peacefully? Not only that, but if she leaves, you fracture an entire family of good cats who have been nothing but loyal to DawnClan. Sandfeather's grandmother was one of our founders when HillClan fell."

Ugh, he made a good point.

"Then, you are...?"

"I want to open a dialogue, and if Sandfeather, or any others, are not satisfied with that..."

He quieted, flexing his claws into his mossy bed.

"They can speak to me through their actions."

Unable to believe her ears, Dappleddusk stared.

"You're willing to risk getting killed in a fight so they can get over themselves?"

"I killed Bayspots. Even while it was self-defense, it is, as you said Oatstar, a sin and a smear on StarClan's face. How else should I show to Sandfeather that I truly seek redemption and forgiveness for committing the worst possible thing?"

Dappleddusk fell silent, and Oatstar, of course, had no good advice, only shifting nervously. Unfortunately, Eagleburn made a good point. While it was utterly insane, forcing Sandfeather to leave was far from a good idea, along with not letting her work through this anger and letting it simmer. They could see a civil war within their very clan.

"... Very well," Dappleddusk sighed. "I will do whatever I can to help."

Eagleburn's whiskers twitched, letting out a short purr.

"Thank you, Dappleddusk. Oatstar, are you okay with this?"

"Of course."

Dappleddusk loathed how quick he was to agree, glancing over at him. Oatstar's eyes were wholly on Eagleburn, however.

"Whatever you need."

Nodding, Eagleburn yawned.

- He would 110% have a major crush on Myrtle, but he’d be way too shy to do anything about it

- his parents are Hawksplash and Nightdrift, and his brother is Sheepkit/Sheepsorrel

OH MY GOD YES

"When do you think Oatstar will do the naming ceremony...?"

"I hope soon. Juniperpaw has been giving me grief ever since I told her I passed on my recommendation to Eagleburn."

Sitting together, Orchidspots and Hollyclaw preened in the early morning sunlight, sharing tongues and passing gossip back and forth. Elsewhere, the clan was bustling with activity. In the distance, Eagleburn busied himself with arranging the morning and afternoon hunting patrols, while Juniperpaw was practicing her hunting prowl.

Alder’s half-sister! you would never know looking at them

with them, their son is also a bit goth (I mean, just read his story)