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âLife is never easy for a clan-catâ
That is something the cats of Webclan have always understood. In exchange for their freedom, they reject the easy life of a kittypet. They hunt and fight andâŠ
Sometimes, they die.
This night, they gather for the vigil of Marrowpaw, child and apprentice to their medicine cat, Wingfur. The young cat had fallen to a terrible illness, and was buried in their clan graveyardâŠ
âWingfurâŠâ Pumpkin nudges her mate, âare you awake?â
She knew the answer, of course. Wingfur hadnât slept a wink, busying himself only with cleaning his daughterâs fur. He had licked out every drop of blood, fluffed the fur around every cut and wound, and Marrowpaw looked⊠almost alive, in the morning light. If Wingfur allowed himself to, he could almost believe the wind blowing her fur was the rise and fall of her chest. She was sleeping, yes, only sleepingâŠ
âItâs first light, Wing.â Pumpkin purred delicately. Wingfur flinched in on himself.
âNot yetâŠâ Wingfur croaks, thick with grief. âplease, not yet.â
Pumpkin sighs, loafing beside her mate and leaning against him.
âItâs not fair.â Wingfur mewls, nudging at his daughterâs cheek with his snout. âShe was- she was just a kit.â
âI know.â Pumpkin purrs comfortingly.
âIt- itâs not right-!â Wingfur yowls, claws digging into the moss and lichen that coated the funerary post, âIâm her father! I shouldnât- I shouldnât outlive my daughterâ!â
Pumpkin presses against him further, letting him wail at himself, and Starclan, and the whole universe, until his caterwauls turn into wordless whines.
She tries to let him recollect himself, but the sluggishly rising sun makes their deadline clear.
âLove⊠please.â Pumpkin presses her head against his, forcing Wingfur to look up at her. âItâs time. You need to let her go.â
Wingfur closes his eyes. He pulls away from Pumpkin, lowering his face back into Marrowpawâs fur. He breathes deeply, taking in her scent one last time.
ââŠokay.â He surrenders, pulling away from Marrowpawâs side.
Pumpkin purrs and rubs against him, attempting reassurance. She signals the rest of the funeral patrol over with her tail. Barrelface, Goldstar, and herself. Itâs not many cats, but more than enough to carry an apprenticeâs body out to the graveyard.
Wingfur has to force himself to look away, towards the rising sun, as they load Marrowpaw up onto Barrelfaceâs back. The older tom doesnât stagger, familiar with the weight of his apprentice, that weight, which now crushes his soul as he guides her to her final rest.
The grave had been dug the night before, thank Starclan, and so they do not need to do much more. Just⊠burry. He crouches down beside the pit, shifting to allow Marrowpaw to roll off of him, and into the pit.
-â-
âOof!â Marrowpaw yelped as she tumbled off of her mentorâs shoulders, âhey! No fair! I had you pinned!â
âNot well enough!â Barrelface shot back, diving to tackle and nip at his apprentice.
-â-
There is no cry from the pit. No playful whining or squeal. Barely even a tap as her body hits the earth.
Barrelface lowers his head, shooting a prayer off to Starclan, before he grabs the first paw-full of dirt.
The three cats make quick, but silent work of their task.
As they left, Wingfur watched a bright light fill the sky, a shooting star. He took it as a good omen, mumbling prayers to Starclan for his lost daughter.
Little did he know, the âshooting starâ did not pass them by, instead, it slammed into the supple earth of the graveyard, burrowing in, andâŠ
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I wanted to share with you the other clans. I think I might make a bonus comic where Kindle meets the leaders at a gathering or something like that :)
WispClan -
Leader - Rowanstar
A large portion of the forest area. The cats in this clan used to be split into two clan that shared the forest, AspenClan and EvergreenClan, but they dispersed after the fire. They used to fight alot.
Act like a basic clan.
NewClan
Leader - Honeystar
Camp is an abandoned human cottage near a river. These cats also came from AspenClan and EvergreenClan.
Leaders and their families sorta get special treatment alot of the time. They also believe in arranged marriages, especially with leader kits.
WebClan
Leader - Casperstar
Oldest clan. They take up the marshlands up north. Kinda mysterious.
Casper is the oldest leader of all the clans though he doesn't look it. They've had the same leader since they were formed and they follow him blindly. Alot of their special customs are unknown and they usually keep to themselves.
EclipseClan
Leader - Goldstar
Take up the mountains and beach. Used to be two clans, CresentClan and SaltClan, before they merged when Rowanstar was still a kit.
They believe in passing roles. The leaders title is passed down generational, along with medics.
Rouges
Rouges aren't a clan and don't have a leader but there are a few special rouges I'm gonna talk about here
Seers - Oracle and his daughter, Meadow
Seers are cats that see. Kinda like med cats, they have a stronger connection to StarClan. They can predict the future and read fortune. They also kind act like a moonstone or moonpool, the healers go seek them out for visions and stuff, and leaders are granted their nine lives with them.
They're nomadic so they don't live in one place and they don't belong to any clan so they're happy to help all. A seer could be any cat really but this ability is passed down through blood.
Healers in this have less abilities because of this. Any cat can sense ghosts, only seers can see ghosts.
Originally born an abandoned kitten in twolegs place, he later ran away to the forest and started the clans. He was the first leader and is currently the oldest (tho he looks very young)
The other leaders look to him for advice. Hes like the leader of the leaders. He's wise and a good leader. Though he and his clan are very mysterious. No one knows much about him
In an effort to make the world of my Clangen ocs feel a bit more like everyone else's (fleshed out and cool), I decided to out some faces to the rival clans. That way, when they come up in the future, it won't just be random cats anymore.
Webclan, the patient trap masters.
Ravenclan, the tree hunters with a long history.
Batclan, the stealthy, and Wolfclan's biggest rivals.
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Me: Ok so this is Blackcloud, he is a good kitsitter, this kit is his adoptive child, and you made him his apprentice. They should have a nice enough relationship, right?
Clangen: Anyway every moon they get a negative relationship status
Something crawled out of the graveyard, a mass of meat and sinue wearing the pelt of their fallen apprentice.
(Marrowthing, 10 moons)
Many were overwhelmed by fear, choosing to flee the camp.
(Mild gore under cut)
Those who attacked fell to her.
Those who fell, did not rot.
Instead, their flesh began to knit back together,
until they were ready to rise anew, skulking off into the woods.
âŠ
Marrowpaw, as they had known her before, had quite the news to share, whispering into the ears of their leader and deputy, sharing a vile, wicked secret with the pair of cats.
The young apprentice explained all of what had happened in the past weeks, from her own perspective. She had received a Gift From the Stars⊠just not the stars they knew. The cats of Silverpelt had forsaken them, but they were not alone!
They had the Gravekeeper to protect and guide them, now⊠but at a cost.
âŠ
Goldstar wept as she climbed the high rock, calling all cats to attention.
âAll cats of Webclan old enough to hunt for themselves, gather beneath the high rock for a clan meeting!â
Starclan had forsaken them, left them to their own devices, andâŠ
and now, they served a new master.
The Gravekeeper, an entity that had taken residency among the Deadâ
and of its prophet, Marrowpaw. She tells them of Starclanâs abandonment, of the pact Marrowthing had formed on their behalf in the soils of the graveyardâ and of the sacrifices that pact requires.
Every five moons, the grave must feed- not on meat, or herbs like prey, but cats. Cats. It must eat. If they do not feed it, the Gravekeeper will come looking for them.
Every birth, every litter, the Gravekeeper will take itâs pick. Every apprentice, sent out to be tested, made to prove their worth.
The clan stares up at her in pure horror, ears pinned back as they search their leaderâs face and body for any sign that this was a cruel joke, silence dawning as they find nothing but fear-scent.
Some cats screech out dissent, but Goldstar does not react. Her eyes are heavy as lead, trapped alongside her warriors within the living nightmare.
Yowls turn to murmurs turn to silence.
Goldstar swallows. There is only one more piece of news.
âMarrowpaw has- has proven herself, as a- as a medicine cat, and-â she feels sick. âand spiritual guide of the clan!â Gold stammers out, keeping her gaze on the young molly with a shiver. âAs such she- she has presented us with a new name, given by St⊠by the Gravekeeer itself!â Goldstar tried to puff her chest out, head raised. âShe will henceforth be- be know. As Marrowthing!â
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Nothing. Not a sound from the crowd as they all process what theyâre hearing.
The stillness is broken with a wail of manic joy from Wingfur:
âMARROWTHING!â
he chants his daughterâs new name, and one by one, the other cats joins him âMARROWTHING! MARROWTHING! MARROWTHING!â
The pair laugh together, while watching over their litters.
Yarrowbone enters the den, purring. He carries a basket full of small bundles of cut up fish wrapped in seaweed.
- â -
âWhasat, mama?â Spiderkit asks, poking her little head towards the jar of eggs.
âItâs roe- a fishâs eggs.â Goldstar replies. âThis oneâs from the sturgeon uncle Barrelface and Marrowp- Marrowthing caught! Theyâre very tasty.â
âCan I have some?â Spider asks, and Yarrowâs ears twitch uncomfortably.
Goldstar doesnât notice the change in her mateâs demeanor, too busy smiling down at their kits. âOf course, sweetie.â Goldstar purrs, dipping her tongue into the jar to scoop out a few pearls for the kit, spitting them out onto a leaf of seaweed.
âOh, oh! I want some too!â Bugkit squeals, toppling over her brother.
âHey! Donât leave me out! I want it!!â Antkit whines, coming up on his sisterâs tail. Goldstar chuckles, scooping out some more of the roe for the other two kits.
âArenât you going to have some, papa?â Beetlepaw asks, looking up at his father with big, curious eyes.
âNah.â Yarrowbone snorts, licking his sonâs cheek. âI canât stand the stuff! Stinky, slimy fish eggs!â
Goldstar lets out a playful hiss and bats a paw at him. âQuiet, you!â She turns to her friend. âWould you like some, Ashenfleck?â
âNah, I already ate.â Ashenfleck stretches. âIâll leave you guys to it! Iâve got a patrol to get to. Can you watch Nutkit?â
âAlways.â Goldstar purrs, settling in around her kits.
âI can come too!â Beetlekit mews, trying to force the sleepiness from his body. âIâm a warrior! I can-â
Yarrow nudges him with his nose, and the kit topples with an annoyed mewwww!
âYes, yes, very strong.â He purrs, gentle tapping his tail and against Beetlekitâs nose. âbut the patrol is already full! Your job tonight is to get some sleep, yeah? Warriors donât get big and strong if they donât sleep!â
âPapaaaaaâŠâ Beetle whines as the rhythmic tapping forces his eyes shut.
âBeetleeeeâŠâ Yarrow whines back, making the kitten giggle. âGoodnight, stinkbug.â
Beetle surrenders, flopping against his fatherâs fluffy coat. âGoodnight, papaâŠâ