If it werenât for the ramshackle remains of what seem to be dens, Buzzardfur wouldnât believe a living cat had ever set foot in the clearing. As he takes a few tentative pawsteps in, an inexplicable sense of ⌠something presses onto him, not quite dread but certainly not comfort. Heâs never seen something like this before, a barren land that nonetheless was certainly lived inâempty, yet somehow teeming with life. No, he muses, life-after-death would be more accurate.
âI canât believe itâs real,â he mumbles, nigh inaudible. âI thought it ⌠I thought they were just some old queenâs tale.â He turns to look at Bouncerumble, whoâd come to a stop at the lip of the clearing. âHow did you know?â
âThe same way I know anything. StarClanâs sign.â Bouncerumbleâs voice is clipped, a bit too fast, but who could blame them? Buzzardfur himself isnât particularly calm, either. âThey wanted us to find this. I think ⌠to start WaspClan anew.â
âStart it anew?â Runningripple asks, speaking up from the back of the group. âWhy not leave it in the past? That Clan ate itself from the inside out, didnât it?â
âI heard the last leaderâs mate was killed, and she went mad with grief.â Shiveringkitâs little voice is far too bright a chirp for the severity of her words. âI heard she made the other cats practice with their claws out. She even poisoned some of them!â
âActually, they werenât mates; Bunnystar was just in love-â
âStop it, Moorpaw,â Buzzardfur says, and his apprentice falls silent. âWe canât let ourselves get carried away with rumors. We donât know what happened here, just that it was some clanâs camp. And if Bouncerumble says this is where we should be âŚâ
âThen we should stay here,â Runningripple finishes, padding up to stand beside him. âItâs got more than enough space for us, and StarClan knows Thornstar is too logical to take us back.â She says it with derision, and Buzzardfur canât help but agreeâsurely there was a better way to solve an overpopulation crisis than to cast out some of his own cats. âIs everyone in agreement?â
There are some grumblings from the rest of the clanâif it can be called thatâbut none of them have anything to say, even Hailbark, who always seems to have a gloomy remark in her mouth.Â
âRight, then,â Buzzardfur says, and sighs. Thank StarClan Runningripple is taking the lead; he doubts he could have wrangled them the same way as she does. Why they all elected him leader is beyond him.Â
Heâs taken a few more steps toward the smallest den, nestled in the hollow of a dead tree, before something occurs to him. âWhat do we call ourselves?â
Bouncerumbleâs voice doesnât hold a hint of uncertainty as they say, âI told youâweâre WaspClan.âÂ
Buzzardfur turns it over and over in his head. How could they become WaspClan? WaspClan was just a story to scare kitsâwhy would they ever want to be that? The concept fills him with dread, as if the name itself is cursed. But who is he to question StarClan? Who is he to do anything? âRight,â he says finally. âWeâre ⌠weâre WaspClan.â
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Runningripple became a full medicine cat during a particularly bad year. The year had started when a river flooded, drowning his beloved mother- Antwillow- alongside many others in his Clan. Devastated by this tragedy, Runningripple tried his best to treat his clan, using his knowledge to help his Clanmates, but a drought during greenleaf brought more pain.
During this drought, the prey ran thin, and Runningripple could only watch in horror as more and more cats succumbed to starvation.
The tipping point was the kits, brought in by Fawntalon, a first-time mother who had fed her kits moldy fresh-kill out of desperation. Runningripple snapped at her that she shouldâve known better, and that he wasnât sure if he could help the mewling kits.
Runningripple was seething, wondering how these kits would even survive the coming leaf-bare.
Out of necessity, he told himself, he fed them each just a scrap of foxglove. It was more than enough, and he wanted to make sure they wouldnât experience more hurt at Fawntalonâs paws.
When Fawntalon returned, she was devastated, and Runningripple handed her some herbs to help with the emotional pain.
Merely an hour late, she was dead.
Over the following moons, Runningripple killed more, only choosing to target those he felt had little chance. But then his mate got sick, and, with a sigh, Runningripple went through the motions, then curled into his dead mate and finished the poison-laced mouse for her.
How would Petalsand react to being adopted by Runningripple?
At first he would go haha and think of it as a gag (like how middle schoolers / high schoolers have that game of âIâm your momâ) and then maybe one day heâs talking about Runningripple and surprises himself by referring to him as dad and realizes that he means it
itâs also possible that he was one of those kits that were raised only by his mother and didnât know his father
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