#skullclan

So she seduces a Firclan Tom by the Name of Dewcloud.

He immediately starts to have feelings for her, ready to do anything for her she asks him to.

She however doesn't reciprocate the feelings, he's just there to serve a purpose.

After some moons pass she finally gets what she wanted, and gives birth to a litter of four kits.

Lilykit, Morningkit, Silverkit, and Starlingkit.

Silverkit sadly dies soon after birth, due to being the weakest one of the litter, and catching a cold.

Once the kits become apprentices, Venomstar plans an attack on Firclan, because of a vision from Starclan, stating blood would drip from the firs, filling the rift and drowning Skullclan to the last cat.

The attack went well, without any casualties, until Dewcloud stood before her. She killed him without batting an eye, thinking this is the best way to get rid of him, but is haunted by it every night.

She starts to actually miss the tom, regretting what she did, but on the long run it just makes her colder.

Eventually the siblings find out about what happened, Lilypaw in the meantime had become a healers apprentice, after not being able to help her apparently sick mother, and seeing warnings from Starclan in her dreams. She distances herself from her mother.

Starlingpaw runs away from Skullclan after finding out what happened, and gets taken in by Lostclan.

Morningpaw on the other hand understands or at least believes to understand what his mother did. In his opinion all she did was fighting a rival clan after seeing their secret plans of killing all of Skullclan.

The siblings grow, and earn their names. Lilypaw is now a healer by the name Lilydrop, Morningpaw gets the warriors name Morningsun, and Starlingpaw in Lostclan becomes a Seeker by the name Starlingcry.

Many Stoneclan cats die, due to the fact they still don't have a healer. The other clans try to help them, but no one dares to come to close to their territory, fearing to fall ill too.

The few remaining cats flee their territory, temporarily joining Skyclan, but plan on rebuilding Stoneclan one day.

The few remaining cats are:

Bonemask *

Venomheart(f)

Witheredcry

Owlflight

Leopardfrost

Ripplefeather (f)

Stoneclan gets rebuild after the events, but takes the name Skullclan to always remember what once happened.

Bonemask becomes Bonestar, and takes Venomheart as his deputy. They finally add the healer position, which is held by Ripplefeathers halfclan son Ravenpaw who's mentored by Moonwhisper, her other son Whitepaw is now Witheredcry's Apprentice.

A few cats join Skullclan:

Brookclan:

Moonwhisper (temporarily)

Tigerstream

Ambersun

Skyclan:

(Ravenpaw and Whitepaw)

Icewish

Firclan:

Hailstrike

New allegiance:

Skullclan:

Leader: Bonestar

Deputy: Venomheart

Temporary Healer: Moonwhisper

Healers apprentice: Ravenpaw

Warriors:

Witheredcry

Owlflight

Ripplefeather

Tigerstream

Ambersun

Hailstrike

Apprentice:

Whitepaw

(Mentored by Witheredcry)

Nursery:

Icewish with Hawkkit and Stagkit

(Mates with Owlflight)

Elder:

While trying to find useful herbs for her clan, Copsenut found a dead queen, convulsing as she tried to shield already dead kits from an unknown threat. Judging by the claw wound on the queen's back, and the lack of infection symptons, the medicine cat judged they had unfortunately been found by some agressive loner before she could come across them herself. As she gave them a proper ceremony, back in camp, she bitterly remembered how dangerous the uninfected could be.

Rowanstalk, for some reason, decided to makeup she's a great singer! Actually, the best singer in camp! When confronted about it, she tries to make her way out of it and, Silverthistle, out of fondness for the cat (and pity), decides to back up her claim, asking Rowanstalk to follow her to the warrior's den so she could teach the deputy how to sing as great as she could! When in the warrior's den, Rowanstalk promises thousands of gifts and blessings to Silverthistle

This all happened because, when trying to impress her clanmates originally by climbing a tree, she slipped and managed to get some bruises as she fell down the whole tree.

"Did you know there is a lion constellation?" Longstar said, looking upwards to the sky while patrolling the borders with the warrior. He looked to the stars in the same direction as her. "It's my favorite one." After some time of silence, Curlmask mewed his response. "We were once the same as them, weren't we?" He asked, remembering tales his mother would tell him as a kit of a big clan of even bigger cats that reigned supreme over any other threats in the forest. With the introduction of the infected, however, they couldn't help but feel helpless and distant from their ancestors. "Yes, we were. And we'll become as powerful as them once again." He didn't realize, but his leader was looking right at him as she spoke. "I promise."

Longstar Leader; Long furred she-cat; Not infected and sane; 5 Lives remaining.

Silverthistle Deputy; Short furred she-cat; Not infected and sane.

Copsenut Medicine Cat; Short furred she-cat; Not infected and sane.

Curlmask Warrior; Long furred tom; Not infected and sane.

Warning for: Blood and bodies.

Skullclan does not have a meaningless name. Their members were once part of an old clan. One that managed to survive the first Crimson Death outbreak, running away through the use of twoleg inventions, riding on wood and water to get to an isolated island, where only lived wildcats, which they thought would be safe of the disease. This idea, however, proved itself to be foolish. The plague followed them like fleas, infected surrounding their camp in the middle of the night and turning a peaceful sundown into a bloodbath. Wherever your paws could take you, you'd find blood. The stench was everywhere, the ground was soaked in it, the soil drinking it as if pleased by the curse above it. It was a long day. From 27 kits, queens and warriors, few survived to see the sunshine again. The leader and deputy were, unfortunately, no exception. It was a brave warrior, Longfur, who first tried her luck to find her clanmates and flee once again. While exploring the ruined camp, hiding in the shadows, the warrior found out what the infected wanted with her clanmates. The Dead seemed to enjoy toying with their remains. Ripping fur and flesh with their claws and teeth, picking their bones apart, licking their blood and feasting on their bodies like rats. She found out that, if she weaved through them using a skull already licked clean, the distracted infected didn't seem to pay her no mind. That's how she reunited with the few survivors and managed to run away. Wearing the skulls of their dead clanmates and hiding their fear and tears as well as they could, Longfur, Silverthistle, Copsenut, Curlmask and Rowanstalk fled the cemetery their camp had become. They spent numeral sunrises walking, hiding between trees and caves until they found somewhere to rest, somewhere to hide until they could strike back. Twolegs were always enemies for wildcats, but in their absence, and in the presence of such a larger threat, what they left behind served as an ironical secure space for their tired and desolate paws. It was in the ruins of an ancient twolegplace that Longfur and her companions vowed to honor the cats that kept them safe until that moment, even when they weren't even there anymore. They gave the skulls of their old clanmates a "proper" ceremony, before starting to setup a new camp. The ruins seemed to be home for a weird kind of twolegs a long time ago. They dug into the side of a mountain, with tunnels that reached onto the ground like they wished to imitate caverns or even reach the end of stone and dirt itself. Whatever they once were, the clan now found a great hiding place in the rubble of the smooth stones made by these ancient twolegs to support the weight of the tunnels and small crevices that lead to larger chambers, which they dedicated to dens. And it was exploring one of these tunnels that Longfur found a shard of the stars. The warrior found herself in a secure, small cave that was located at the end of a long sequence of tunnels. It was round and had, in it's center, the stars itself reflected in a pond and in it's cold, stone ceiling. The warrior couldn't understand how that could have happened, but this had to be a gift of her ancestors. Starclan hadn't abandoned them, and this is how she was sure of it. In the heat of the moment she slipped and fell into the stars. Opening her eyes, she saw herself walking between her old clanmantes, their bodies torn and deformed as they were in their last moments of life, the shine of the stars robbed of them by something Longfur couldn't understand, or, at the very least, didn't want to. After walking in dead, dark stars, for far too long for her comfort, she found the five original cats of which she and her clanmates wore their faces to escape. Their heads were forever gone, faces and names lost to the Crimson Death and buried by Skullclan. They gathered around the startled warrior, mumbling words of encouragement and cries of help, tasks and necessities, memories and grievances, each one gifting yet cursing the she-cat with what remained of their lives.

Once she awoke, trembling and drenched in the cool water of the pond, glittering from head to toe, pulled back to the cold stones of the cave by her medicine cat, Copsenut, she knew she'd never be the same. "Are you alright, Longfur? What happened here? What-" "That's the wrong name." "What... What do you mean?" "They named me Longstar."