Starclan is the place where most clan cats go when they die - Usually guided there by a lost family member, idol, or close friend. The “leader” of Starclan, and the one who delivers messages and prophecies to the living world, is a cat known as Silverpelt. Silverpelt themselves has no physical form, their body being made up of stars and their eyes the sun and moon, but can take any form they choose.
There are also multiple “levels” within Starclan, those being:
The Astral Plane - An endless expanse of stars, where cat who visit Starclan appear. Spirits in the astral plane are a lot more mystical and ghost - like when appearing to visitors, with constellations along their body and star shaped pupils.
The Spirit’s Land - An endless forest combining all other clan’s terrains into one, where the spirits of Starclan themselves reside. Spirits here appear identically to how they did in life.
The First Star - A small area of golden grass and waters, this is where the five founders reside, watching over the clans and creating prophecies to send them. Only a small pawful of cats outside the founders have ever even seen this place, let alone set foot in there.
Starclan cats who have died from a wound will have said wound completely healed, as well as healing any other injuries or scars if the choose to. Cats can also change their age, such as a kit becoming a full grown warrior, or an elder cat regressing back to their younger days.
When injured, a Starclan cat will bleed space goo.
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Hi, I just wanted to sk if it would be ok if i used the names Bluemoon and Snowflower in my own rewrite? I really like those names, and of corse I promise to credit you. I understand if you don't want to though, I promise I won't be offended! :)
Of course you can use it. I don’t own the names and I love to encourage others with their creativity and ideas for their rewrites for the series. Go ahead, I’d love to read your rewrite btw.
Though you could honestly use Snowflower freely since I changed her name to Snowstrike to fit her canon personality
And besides Bluemoon and Snowflower are great names and represent their mother that way.
The Dark Forest is a place reserved for only the cruelest, most vile cats in the clan’s history. Those who have committed unforgivable crimes and feel no remorse for the pain they’ve caused.
Spirits in the Dark Forest have pitch - black sclera, as well as any death wounds or other major injuries being open, constantly oozing black blood. The longer a cat is in the forest, the more their appearance will be corrupted and monstrous.
The Dark Forest has four different areas, each corresponding to one of the clans. Depending on which clan a cat was in, they will end up in their respective area (If the cat died a rouge, then they will be in the area of their former clan.)
The Thunderclan - esque area is a forest full of twisted, dead trees and gray, dry grass.
The Riverclan area is a large swamp full of thick, black sludge. (Similar to the Dark Forest design in The Angry River map by Amelia Bothe)
The Shadowclan area is a forest full of infinitely tall, charred pine trees, as well as a layer of mist constantly coating the ground.
The Windclan area is an empty, dry land with only a few dead plants and stone structures here and there.
The sky of the Dark Forest is blood red with no stars; instead it has large black storm clouds and a permanent Bloodmoon. The border is surrounded by a tall, dense wall of black, thorny vines, imprisoning the inhabitants and dragging anyone who tries to escape back in.
In the very center of the place lies an enormous dead tree that is connected to and in control of the entire area. The tree is actually the spirit of One Eye, the first cat evil enough to enter the forest. Through it, he watches over the entire forest and everyone within.
The Bleak Trail is an endless pathway that stretches between Starclan and The Dark Forest. The trail is completely monochrome, including it’s inhabitants.
Cats wandering the Bleak Trail were sent there for committing crimes too great to be in Starclan, but are not dark - hearted enough to be in the Dark Forest. Spirits of the trail are destined to wander the near - silent area alone, with nothing but their thoughts to reflect on the actions that led them there. Should they sincerely regret the bad things they’ve done, they will be let into Starclan.
Unlike Starclan cats, those who died from wounds will not have their injuries healed, but also unlike Dark Forest cats, the wounds do not hurt or bleed. Trail spirits cannot bleed, no matter how badly they’ve been wounded.
Leader: Stormstar(Crookedstar) - Large, light brown tom with green eyes, dark brown stripes, a yellow underbelly, a scar across his left eye, and a large underbite.
Deputy: Oakheart - Reddish - brown tom with dark greenish - blue eyes.
Healers(Med cats):
Mudfur - Scruffy, dark brown tom with light brown eyes.
Mosspatch(Mosskit) - Fluffy white cat with green eyes and light brown and gray splotches.
Warriors:
Leopardslash(Leopardfur) - Lithe, light yellow molly with purple eyes, a white underbelly, and leopard - like dark brown spots.
Mistybloom(Mistyfoot) - Light blue molly with dark green eyes and a curly - furred, silver underbelly
Stonefall(Stonefur) - Dark blue tom with purple eyes and blackish - blue patches on his back.
Blackclaw - Black tom with blue eyes and white points.
Whiteclaw - White tom with red eyes and black points.
Softwing - Fluffy white molly with yellow patches and orange eyes.
Whitefang - White tom with dark brown paws and tail, and pale blue eyes.
Voleclaw - Gray tom with pale blue eyes.
Beetlenose - Pure black tom with golden eyes.
Petaldust - Dark brown molly with light brown stripes and pale green eyes.
Rippleclaw - Silver tom with black stripes and lime eyes.
Splashpool - Dark grayish - blue tom with white speckles and light orange eyes.
Morningbreeze - Cream - coloured molly with light blue eyes.
Apprentices:
Silverpaw - Silver molly with dark blue swirls and dark blue eyes.
Quakepaw(Loudbelly) - Dark brown tom with light blue eyes.
Minnowpaw - Dark gray molly with purple eyes.
Willowpaw - Pure black molly with pale yellow eyes.
Mosspaw - Tortoiseshell molly with red eyes.
Caretakers:
Willowbreeze - Light gray molly with dark gray stripes and amber eyes.
Swanheart - Light blueish - gray cat with black stripes and yellow - green eyes.
Lakeshine - Light gray molly with light blue eyes.
Kits:
Shadekit - Dark gray mollykit with greenish - blue eyes.
Rockkit(Heavystep) - Brown tabby tomkit with blackish - brown stripes and dark yellow eyes.
Frogkit - Light gray tomkit with lime eyes and a dark gray tail.
Sunkit - Orange mollykit with a yellow underbelly and pale yellow eyes.
Elders:
Fallowtail - Light brown molly with blueish - purple eyes.
Ottersplash - Fluffy orange and white molly with emerald eyes and a torn right ear.
Piketooth - Dark brown tom with dark yellow eyes and an overbite.
Ceaderpelt - Brown tom with dark green eyes and a stubby tail.
Graypool - Dark grayish - blue molly with golden eyes and a few missing patches of fur.
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(Note: a question mark by the new name means I’m not 100% sure about it and might change it later.) Going over a few of the cats with their names changed in my rewrite, Starting with:
Cats who’s original prefixes don’t make sense without the suffix
Tallstar -> Heronstar
Longtail -> Ringtail(?)
Onewhisker -> Fernwhisker(?)
Runningnose -> Cloudynose
Runningwind -> Lightningwind
Heavystep -> Rockstep(?)
Smallear -> Shellear
Tallpoppy -> Sunpoppy
Loudbelly -> Thunderbelly
Next, giving cats with a bigger story role less generic suffixes (i.e. fur, pelt.)
Bluefur -> Bluemoon (Credit to @doritopaw101 for the name!)
Snowfur -> Snowflower (Again, credit to @doritopaw101 )
Stonefur -> Stonefall
Nightpelt -> Nightstrike
Dustpelt -> Dustclaw
Leopardfur -> Leopardslash(?)
Brackenfur -> Brackenleaf
Tawnypelt -> Tawnypatch
Cats that were named after injuries (Unless said cat specifically requested it, like Deadshade/Deadfoot)
A burning figure with eyes of pure, white light appeared from the vast darkness, their warm glow lit up the shadows to reveal an endless forest before them. The feline creature silently stalked their surroundings, with a sky covered in distant, sparkling stars and giant trees that seemed to stretch up endlessly into the sky. The grass was lush and long, speckled with fallen sticks and leaves and dotted with small stones and the occasional flower blossom. The being of fire treaded lightly through the wilderness, though strangely none of the surrounding area seemed affected by their presence, let alone burning up under their flaming paws.
Suddenly the creature stopped and fixed its gaze on the slight rustling in the undergrowth. They crouched into a pouncing position, eyeing a somewhat transparent vole scurrying across the forest floor, oblivious to the fiery being slowly inching closer to it. In a single heartbeat, the burning feline had pounced upon the small critter and prepared to sink their teeth deep into it. Then, a horrid screech rang across the clearing, loud enough to shake the trees and crack the earth itself.
The being of flame arose at once to the hellish sound, flattening their ears back in reaction to the scream that had sounded both cat - like and yet completely foreign and unnerving. The small vole had escaped its predator during this time, and when the figure looked back at their prey, they found it had disappeared without a trace, as if it was suddenly pulled from existence.
When the fire creature turned back, they had realized they were no longer alone as many feline shapes raced past it, running frantically from some unseen threat. In the midst of it all was yet another cat-like entity, not a silhouette like their peers, but rather a swirling shape of mist and clouds. The only feature that could be made out on their face was a pair of blank white eyes twisted into a look of grief and pleading.
The creature of clouds opened their mouth to speak, but the fire cat’s ears were only meant with silence. They continued anyways, their unhearable cries becoming more desperate, as if begging for their life. Yet, the flaming being could only stand by and watch as their foggy body began to dissipate. Before they had faded completely, one last time they cried out and the burning figure flinched as what came out was a loud crash that flooded the area, sounding like thunder had split the earth and the land itself had cried out in fury with a voice of a……..human?
Rusty jolted awake with wide eyes, for a moment his head whirling before he realized that he was simply in his bed in the kitchen. The forest, the vole, the shapes, the mist-like being… it had all been a dream. The loud crashing that had woken him was just his clumsy owner dropping something.
Rusty closed his eyes to go back to sleep, yet the unnerving dream had kept him too restless to do so. That, and the vivid image of hunting stirred his appetite. He got up and stretched, padding his way to the food bowl and eating a few mouthfuls of the dry kibble. He then tried laying back down in his bed, but this time instead of closing his eyes he just looked through the glass doors to the barley-lit backyard.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before he gave up on trying to sleep and rose to his paws, careful not to wake Smudge - who had been sleeping in his own bed close by - as he padded towards the cat-flap and into the backyard. Uninterested in the garden he’d seen many times before, he nimbly hopped to the top of the fence and looked out into the endless trees shrouded in darkness beyond. The vivid scents of the wild had returned to him as he observed the trees swaying softly in the breeze.
The sound of pawsteps and the subsequent scrabbling up the fence had broken Rusty’s trail of thought. “Rusty?” Rats! Rusty thought as Smudge made his way over to sit by his friend who’d tried so hard not to alert him. It's just like him to sleep through that clammering but wake up to the sound of the cat-flap the orange tom thought amusedly. “Oh, hey Smudge. What’re you doing up so late?”
“I could ask the same thing.” Smudge replied, yawning and licking a forepaw.
“Well, I’m not the one who always complains about getting up early in the morning.” Rusty teased, nudging his friend playfully. “Anyways, I had a weird dream earlier, and I couldn’t go back to sleep after our human-tom woke me up with his clumsiness.” He turned back to the forest. “So I… thought I’d get some fresh air, y’know?”
To Rusty’s dismay, the piebald tom almost immediately caught on to his half-lie. “You’re not thinking of going into the forest, are you? Rusty, you know what happens there! Pinecone told us all about all the vicious predators, not to mention the wild cats-”
“Smudge, I’m just going in for a little bit. I won’t even go far!” The green-eyed tom assured his friend “And if you want, I’ll let you come with me?”
“Out…” Smudge looked back towards the woods, eyes wide “...there?”
“Haven’t you ever been curious?”
“...Fine. Ok, fine.” Smudge huffed. “But only for a little bit, ok? And if anything happens, we head straight back home. Deal?”
“Deal.” Rusty nodded before jumping off the fence and down onto the forest floor, his friend following a moment later. Right away, he noticed how much rougher the ground felt compared to the garden. The trees felt much taller as well, and it was almost hard to believe that this place and the garden existed only a fence away from each other.
Smudge was sniffing everything cautiously, the fur along his spine bristled. He squealed in terror when a small bird flew by, his already fluffed fur somehow getting even more puffy. “Ok! Ok! It’s been ‘a bit’! Let’s go home now!” He yowled.
“Hey, calm down. It was just a bird.” Rusty mewed, leaning himself against his friend in an attempt to comfort him. “If anything happens, I’ll protect us, just like I said I would. I swear.”
Smudge nodded softly at this, though his tension still remained. Rusty paused when he heard slight rustling in the nettles only a few whisker-lengths away. A small vole had popped out, its back turned to the two cats.
“Smudge, do you see that?” Rusty whispered.
“What?” the black-and-white tom responded, looking around.
“Shhh! Don’t scare it off!” Rusty continued, pointing to the vole. “This is just like in my dreams! …I’m gonna catch it!”
Trying to be as silent as possible, he crouched low to the forest floor and began to creep slowly towards the small rodent. Just as he was in pouncing range however, the vole had noticed him and begun to flee. Determined not to lose his first catch, Rusty bolted after it, ignoring Smudge calling out for him.
He ran as fast as he could manage, wind ruffling through his orange coat and raring in his ears, every pawstep feeling twice as exhilarating what his dreams had entailed. For the first time, he felt truly alive. Yet despite his efforts, the vole had out-maneuvered him and soon ducked into a hole. Rusty tried to look down inside, but it was too dark to see anything. He instead reached a paw in to grab it, only to be met with many small teeth biting down as he retreated with a yelp.
Disappointed that his prey escaped, Rusty sighed and turned around to go back home. His blood froze at once when he realized he could no longer see Smudge - or the fence, for that matter. In every direction, there were just trees as far as he could see. As his rush of adrenaline faded he suddenly became acutely aware of every sound in the forest as Smudge’s warnings flashed through his head. His breath caught in his throat as he was overcome with the feeling that he was being watched.
His fur bristled up as he heard a nearby rustling getting louder and louder, spinning around to try and make out which direction it was coming from. Panic filled his entire body when he heard the sound of rapid pawsteps thumping towards his direction. He turned around just in time to see outstretched claws and bright yellow eyes rush right at him.
Author’s note:
Ok time to address the elephant in the room. Yes, it's been over a year since I've updated this. The truth is that I've been going through a major span of writer's block combined with the fact that I was a bit scared to continue due to my habit of both perfectionism and procrastination. But since the day I'm uploading this is Warrior Cat's 20th anniversary, I figured that the best way I could show my appreciation for this series and fandom is to finally come out of hiatus and pick this project back up. I'm really, REALLY sorry for everyone who's been waiting so long for this rewrite to continue just to be met with radio silence, and I promise that I'll try to work on this more, and that if I disappear again I'll at least give out a warning.
With that said, I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter and that it was worth the wait :)
