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Despite the chaos, two apprentices become warriors. Warm’honey recovers from her scrapes. Chickadee wants to play. Pebble’Pelt Is looking for a sign from starclan.

Summer, a lovely time to graduate. The leader seemed to think so. Storm’paw had been adamant to graduate with bug’paw, despite being moons older and further along in training. Speaking with Hazel’star, it was obvious to see why they wanted to graduate with them. after the incident, the two young cats only had each to rely on. Storm was afraid that if she graduated early, bug would be all alone in the apprentice den. So she selflessly waited. And now, it was time.

As hickory’star climbed the high rock, the stone walls of the cavern echoing each step. He called out their names, both of them. A now excited Storm’Mask bounded to the front, twirling happily as she touched noses with warm’honey for thanks. Hickory’star’s eyes flicked to the small grey cat before him, and smiled, despite the odd look of..determination? Rage? In their eyes. “And now, you shall be known as Bug’Crawl, known for your steadfast thinking.” The clan erupted into cheers. They needed this happiness, especially after Io’River’s death. The clan was on momentarily lockdown until they made SURE whatever killed Io’ was gone. The patrol said it may have been a wolf or cougar. Strange.

Bug’Crawl squinted down, looking away at the grass. A soft voice piped up from behind him. “Congrats kiddo! I’m real proud of you!” Moth’Catcher. Bug didn’t even bother turning around, the older warrior was sat at the camp entrance, a weak grin paired poorly with the bags under his eyes. “I know I haven’t been uhm, sending you out for training much. But I have to guard camp, and even besides that you blossomed into a wonderful warrior!” Bug’Crawl simply glared back at him, and simply strided over to a set of stones near the entrance to sit for their vigil, where Storm’Mask cheerily greeted him. Moth’Catchers ears drooped.

It was to be expected, he shouldn’t have forgone all those training Opportunity’s in favor of protecting the camp. Sure, the other warriors could pick up slack if he ever had to leave but…what he saw back then. Button. The blood, the yowls, the fear in his eyes. Moth just wanted to protect the camp, what happened to button, to wren, could never happen again. Not on his watch.

Forget training. Forget sleep. Forget food. Bug’Crawl would just have to understand. Right?

Chickadee had been getting better at his walking, but not 100% perfect at it. Bristleweb had been clear in her message to hickory: Chickadee would struggle to be a part of the clan in battles. His legs, despite being whole and connected to his mind, did not work as one, and he would wobble to and fro. Hickory did not seem to care, simply happy his kit was alive and healthy. And since he was nearing 6 moons, he would shortly be an apprentice. But it annoyed him to all get out that he couldn’t explore as much as he wanted anymore. “But why!” He whined to Hickory as he was licked clean.

“Because we..because we’re on a safety hold. They’re making sure that nothing dangerous is near camp before we send anyone out. That also means oustide our dens. Don’t worry Dee-Dee, it’s just..a precaution.” Chickadee’Kit pouted. He hadn’t seen ‘Friend’ in a while either. Was Friend scared of whatever was out there to? Maybe they should be invited to camp, just to feel safe! Chickadee opened his mouth to try and suggest it, before hickory was called out of the nursery by warmhoney. The tom forced a grin, standing to leave. “It’s alright, I’ll be back soon!” Chickadee nodded solemnly, and watched him

Go. Now’s his chance! As soon as hickory was out of sight, he slowly snuck out of the nursery, and began his slow yet shakey crawl through the camp, keeping to the shadowed moss to hide. In the background, he heard Hickory and Warm’honey arguing. Small snippets of things he didn’t get. “You have to tell-“ “he’s too young! He cant-“ “if you shelter him too much, he won’t know what danger is!” Were… were they arguing about him? Chickadee winced, feeling bad now. He stopped sneaking, sitting next to the mediator den, tears brimming. Why was he making others feel unhappy? He didn’t want cats to be scared or unhappy, he wanted everyone to feel okay…

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Pebblepelt was groggy. She had slept late, and so as soon as the warrior ceremonies were over, she had slunk back to den and announced rather meekly that she would nap. The distant buzz of cicadas made a soft melody, the summer heat thankfully not permeating the cavern the clan lived in yet, but it wouldn’t be soon before everyone was complaining about being feverish and tired. Great..pebble gently lifted her head as she tried to rise from her nest. The den was decorated in little symbols and moss, meant to calm anyone that entered for talks. But now they looked threatening and like a message. Message? That reminded her..she whispered softly to herself. “Starclan…are you there? I…I need help.” She mumbled softly to the air.

Just waiting for cats to come by with problems was..taking a toll on her. She felt alone in this, one cat to take the burdens of others and simply sit and watch as they hunted and fought. She felt useless. She felt like she had no motivation, no purpose now. She cried out again, a bit louder. “Show me anything, please just-“ a rustle. Her ears perked up as she sat up, looking at the noise. It came from The entrance to the den. Pebble’Pelt forced a weak grin, it must be warm’honey. They had really been doing badly, mentions of not being able to sleep and all. “Come in!” Pebble cooed, a mediators work is never done. A paw, larger than her own, stepped into veiw, blocked by the canopy of leaves. Orange and white. Then another. Pebble froze, the scent of warm queens milk flooded her nose. No. It can’t be. Pebble’s nerves came alive as the exhuastion fades from her , replaced with fear. Before her, peaking into her den, was wren’shine.

She looked bigger, much bigger than she was. Between her paws in her fur, pebble’pelt could see black shadowy figures in it, three to be exact. Through the haze of horror, she could have sworn she heard one shadow mewl. Wren’s eyes were too wide, almost bulging from their skull and foggy. Their mouth, where should have been a row of teeth and a grin was null. Pebble finally found her voice as Wren’shine began trying to crawl her huge form into the den. “NO! NO GET BACK!” Pebble screamed, fur frizzing on her back. Any attempt to explain this was dashed away by the single thought to get away. She raised a claw- only for the figure to back up. And gently tilt its head away from Her.

Signaling something to her outside her den. Pebble’s fur bristled as she shakily watched it, flicking her eyes away just for a moment- only to look back and realize Wren was gone. She scrambled from the den, ignoring the numbness and tingling in her paws to where the thing had looked- only to see chickadee’kit. Their little eyes wide and teary at their sudden appearance. Oh.

She forced away her fear and painted a weak smile, laying next to the kit. “You feel okay buddy?” Chickadee shook his head, and began to babble about all the problems and worries in their head. ‘Helping’? ‘Not wanting others to feel bad?’ It sounded all too familiar to her. With growing dread yet hope, she gently cleaned the kits head, looking to where the monstrous wren had vanished. Whatever that was wasn’t starclan. But, pebble had been given her answer. She would take an apprentice. She owed it that much to wren, to watch over her kit. “I promise.” Pebble’Pelt mumbled, nuzzled her face against chickadee’kits fur. Whether it was to wren or herself, she didn’t know.

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Pebble brings home a rogue by the name of Io who wishes to join the clan. They gain the name Ioriver and go hunting, ignoring the others concerns of going alone now..

Io watched as a small kit was waddling around the camp in circles. It confused them for a moment, most kittens that size would already be frolicking around. It wobbles over just as he was nearing the camp exit. “Hallo! I’m chickydee!” The Kit squeaked, and Io forced a grin. He was never good with kids..

“Hey squirt! Sorry I gotta head out now, getting prey for y’all!” Io hummed, letting the Kit bat at his long furred tail, only to topple over after the balance was lost again. As soon as they hit the ground, A brown furred tom scampered over and sniffed the Kit all over, beyond concerned. The kit didn’t seem all concerned, squealing in laughter. The tom looked up apologetically at Io, picking up the kit by the scruff.

“Uh- sorry he got away from Me. I’m hickoryhaze…I’ll be off now.” And almost immedatly as he arrived, hickory took their kit away from the stranger. Io shrugged it off, probably a overbearing parent, and went up the caverns steps into the forest above. He smiled at the sun being half blocked by the lush canvas above of leaves.

Such a cozy place. A wonderful place to hunt without overheating to! Io walked out of the camp grounds and into the bushes, nose to the ground as he chased a scent of a mouse. Around and around trees he went, weaving silently and keeping his tail up to avoid wacking bushes and alerting any prey.

Io continued to track the mouse, body low as he snuck. He had realized halfway into hunting that he was in an unfamiliar area of the trees. Guess he should have waited to be shown around. But Ioriver was stubborn, eager to please their new clan. Maybe he would even win over some of the mollies there!

His train of thought was broken as the screams of birds ahead rang out. He startled, sitting up and letting the mouse near him to spook and run. Dangit, he thought. He looked around, noticing the birds were fleeing the area not silently as they would when a predator would appear like Io, but were screeching.

“The hell…” Io mumbled, watching as any prey they could have hunted fled the area. But he was more focused on the odd event. Didn’t the cats in this new group say they were all quarantined to their own zones for some reason? Maybe there was something out here?

And then, he heard it.

The soft crunch of leaves under something big, a twig breaking. Io wasn’t alone. He whipped around and noticed something half hidden behind a tree. It looked like a cat, but he hadn’t recognized any cat like that at the camp. Maybe an intruder? Or another rogue like he was? They must have scared their catch! “Hey!” He called, beginning to trot to the cat.

The birds suddenly went quiet when the cat looked at them. Io froze, his blood going cold as the cat slunk from behind the tree. Its body was in half, its bottom half limping behind the top half a few paw steps behind, a trail of black goop dripping from the open wounds. Its expression was one of terror and pain, a slack-jawed look. And then, it broke into a hunting crouch towards him, as best as it could with a broken body.

“W-what the HELL!” Io screamed, turning tail and running in the opposite direction. Blood rushed in his ears as he fled through the new territory, desperately trying to remember the way back to the camp. The lush canopy above now made a dark maze of trees, a death trap for Io. He heard the uneven paw steps behind him, and he choked out a frightened wail.

What would happen if he were caught? This thing wasn’t seriously hunting him was it?! Io skid to a stop and hid in the brush with difficulty the brambles tearing at his coat. Once inside, he sunk down and covered his mouth with his paws, shaking, internally praying to whatever weird god the clan worshiped that it wouldn’t find him.

The paw steps stopped near the brambles, before starting up and running away. After a heartbeat, Io breathe a sigh of relief and sat up on his haunches, shaking. Half of him regretted coming to this place but the other half felt a rush of excitement. A monster in this place, if he got back to camp and rounded up a bunch of cats, he could take it down!

He would be hailed as a hero! Io smiled and closed his eyes, he could envision it now. The cheers as he dragged that beast of a cats body into camp, saving not only his clan but the others! Why, he would even be made deputy because of his bravery! His name would be echoed through the land, and-…Io stopped. And finally felt the breath on his neck and the decomposing smell of a corpse.He turned his head around, ears flat to his head.

Just in time to see the cats jaws unhinged in front of him.

Just in time to think his regrets and realize he wouldn’t be hailed as any hero.

Just in time for the teeth to sink into their face.

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Chanterelle clan tries to heal from the incident. Hickory takes chickadee to see the medicine cat, and learns he has brain damage and may never walk correctly. Meanwhile, the clan mediator Pebblepelt is becoming susceptible (+1)

Hickoryhaze sat in the medicine den, tail flicking back and forth from his nerves. Despite the warm air, he still felt like he couldn’t stop his legs from trembling. This was just a checkup, why is he so afraid? Bristleweb padded forward with a weak smile that he could tell was forced. Chickadeekit laid in between them, tiny body wiggling and sniffing around.

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After a tiring day of practicing walking, chickadee is placed in the nursery alone to rest. However they aren’t alone for long.

Chickadeekit wobbled as they were placed down, the moss smelling warm and comfortable but lacking that weird milky scent that he once smelled but never again. He looked up at the medicine cat, who smiled gently. Bristleweb began to pad out. “I’ll see you soon Chickadee! You did..you did your best today!” The kits ears dropped at the word. Their best? But they were trying to do the best! He tried to speak, but words were funny. Whereas many kits his age would be forming sentences, chickadee stumbled over words like his mind was trying to figure out how it sounded.

He talked slow, he knew that. But Miss Bristleweb said that if he practiced talking and walking with her, he’d be like everyone else in no time! He watched sadly as she left the nursery, and he wobbled into his nest. Chickadee felt really lonely. He knew papa was gonna come back soon with patrol, but no one else lived in the nursery. The apprentices had each other, but there was no other kits in the clan. He didn’t have anyone to play with. No one to impress.

The orange and white Kit decided that laying about wasn’t going to fix anything! He would practice by himself! With a little grunt, they forced themselves to their paws, legs shaking as they tried to keep balance. They stuck their tail out, and held up a paw- and stopped.

There was someone else in the nursery.

A large Tom’s front half was poking through the brambles of the den, staring at him. Their eyes looked kinda wide, and their muzzle was downcast in a slight sad frown. Chickadee tilted his head, why didn’t they just use the entrance? He squeaked out a greeting. “Hallo! I’m chicky Dee!” The tom didn’t move, they were ginger all over except for their face, which made a funny shape. They slowly stepped out of the brambles, and Chickadee noticed something even weirder.

The Tom’s lower half trailed after, seperated from them. Like if they were two different cats, but each half was Invisible. Sparkly star things were floating at each fluffy end where their halves ended, making chickadees nose tickle. He sneezed, and the tom stared down at him. Had he always been that close? Chickadee stared up and smiled innocently. He was sure he had met everyone in the clan, guess he missed someone!

He tried to wiggle to his paws, struggling a bit before noticing the tom was also wobbling. Their front half was shakey and would stumble a bit, while the back half would plop down into a sit once in a while. The kit squeaked in giggles, how silly! They looked up with a grin at the grim tom. “You walk funny too?” The tom didn’t awnser, but simply lowered their muzzle and licked chickadees head like the elder cats would.

They seemed nice! Chickadee had a freind! He stood up, and began to weakly wobble, trying to copy the others paw steps on both halves. “Practice wif me!” He squeaked. The tom stared before slowly walking the front half alongside them. And that’s how they spent the afternoon, wobbling in circles about the den.

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Silverbelly smelled something coming from the nursery. The elder hadn’t been in a battle in ages, but he knew the scent of blood. The old tom stood to his paws, bones creaking as he shuffled to the nursery. He poked his head in, voice low. “You okay kiddo-“ the nursery was almost bare, save for Chickadee wobbling on their paws staring at the brambles at the back of the den.

Silvers nose wrinkled, the scent was gone almost fading. And it didn’t look like anyone left through the entrance. He sniffed the kit, who squeaked and toppled over. “Sorry Kiddo, checkin to make sure you alright.” Chickadee squeaked in laughter as silver inspected them, finding no cuts or injuries. He huffed, his nose must have been messing up.

“Whatcha giggling at mouse?” The elder huffed, and The orange and white kitten tried to wiggle back up to keep balance. “My friend!” They gestured a paw to the empty space in the den and brambles. Silver tilted his head. He had dealed with imaginative kits before, so this wasn’t too rare. “Ohhh well hello Chickadees freind” silver joked to the air.

The kit shook his head. “No he just left!” Silvers eyes widened a bit at the comment, but they forced it away. He couldn’t play into a kittens games, not with his high age. He gently Pat the kits head and shuffled from the den, leaving chickadee to chew on a mossball.

It’s not that silver hated fun.

Silver knew how to pretend. He was good at it.

He pretended not to notice that scrap of orange fur on the brambles.

That is just to keep the peace.

For a treat, here’s the explanation of the INCIDENT with Wren and Button! Enjoy!

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TW: Death, Harm to animals, GORE, Distressing situations

Hello! I am Legume, and you all may know me as goofyclan creator. I have decided to make a more story driven horror clangen! There will be less comics and more writing, along with opportunities to ask me or the charecters . Read below for info!

“A moon after a horrible tragedy and the sudden seclusion for safety by all the clans, chanterelle clan is trying to heal and raise the newest addition to the clan. But they can’t shake the feeling that the tragedy wasn’t a one off thing, and that the terror isn’t over but just beginning.”

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