#shatteredclan

We stan an enby coming out at the worst time

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Moss-star’s paws ached as she stepped into the dampened cave. Her head hung low and her fur was sticking up at awkward angles. She slowly turned on shaking legs, looking towards her small, weary clan.

“Cats of…of Timberclan.” She whispered, before raising her voice. “Cats of Timberclan. This is the place Starclan has guided us to live. We shall rebuild our clan, and strengthen our ranks!” She meowed.

The cats behind her weakly cheered, their voices quiet and hoarse.

“Now…now that we are here…” She coughed, her body beginning to shake. “I shall name our deputy.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Moss-star turned to look at Branchfoot. She dipped her head at the tortoiseshell and white molly. “Branchfoot. I call to you to serve with me as my deputy. You showed immense charisma during our journey, and I know you will serve our clan well.”

Branchfoot stepped forward, standing beside of Moss-star. She dipped her head to her, and then the clan. “I will do my best. I’ll do my best for all of…for all of the clan.”

Moss-star turned to stare at the clan. She heaved a tired sigh. “I suppose we aren’t really Timberclan anymore, are we?”

There was a murmur of agreement from the tired cats.

Moss-star dropped her tail, heaving another sigh. “We are no longer Timberclan. We are the shattered remnants…”