#oakfluff

“Russetpaw.” Oakfluff began, looking down at the slightly smaller tom before him. It was definitely a surprise to see how much bigger the tom had grown to be in comparison to the slender ginger tom who father him. Oakfluff shook out his fur a bit before continuing. “You have grown alot, including with your training. I have a special task for you to complete for the next moon.”

Russetpaw’s green eyes lit up with excitement, bringing a purr rumbling in the pale brown point’s chest.

“I’d like you to gather at least 20 fish by next moon. The clan needs the scaled prey of the pools, especially with Leaf-fall around the corner. Can I count on you for this task?”

“You can count on me Oakfluff!” Russetpaw cheered before hurrying off to one of the fish filled pools around camp.

Hazelfur collects 8 herbs this moon.

Green eyes narrowed as Firepaw crept slowly towards the yellow spotted snake. It had yet to spot him as he pounced, sinking his claws into the head to end the dangerous reptile quickly. That was the last snake he needed to earn his warrior title, and the clan camp would be safer as well.

[I can’t think of more unique titles. When I reach newleaf again, the posts will probably just have the clan’s name ~ Dovestorm]

“Russetkit!” Acornstar called out from her spot atop the cat tree. The ginger point looking up at her with vibrant green eyes. “From this moment on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Russetpaw!”

Russetpaw puffed out his pale ginger chest with pride at his new name. There weren’t many Warriors left to train an apprentice, so he was curious who would be his mentor.

“Oakfluff will be your mentor. May he pass down his knowledge of clan life to you during your training.” Acornstar purred.

The fluffy colorpoint tom padded up to the younger tom and touches noses with his new apprentice.

Eighth moon of Acornclan life.

The second moon of Acornclan life was full of excitement as Acornstar was now expecting her mate Oakfluff’s kits. The tabby molly was so happy to be growing the clan, even if it meant less able warriors to hunt and patrol for the time being.

As this moon continued on, the clan was blessed with more encounters with loners willing to join Acornclan. Oatdive, especially, was excited to meet the new clanmates Beecall and Doeheart.

Close to the end of the moon cycle, Oakfluff had been on patrol in the dark of night when it seemed like a piece of the moonlight landed in front of him from a tree. He was surprised to meet the sleek white molly before him, her purple eyes gleaming with wonder. The fur around her neck seemed flatten in a way only longtime collar wearing could cause. She was clearly a kittypet, or at least a recently former one.