Long ago, WaspClan was a normal clan. That era has been over for years. Under the rule of Bunnystar, its final leader, it ate itself from the inside out, the blood seeping into every inch of its territory. It mutated into a legend, a story told to keep kits in their nests at night. But WaspClan was real, and its ghost lingers.
Now, a group of cats has been cast out by Thornstar, the leader of SiltClan, in light of overpopulation concerns. Their healer leads them to the ancient clan's territory, and they rebuild; WaspClan is revived, and it will be restored to its former glory, before everything went astray. But how can they shake off the chains of the haunted past ...?
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omfg I never did elaborate on this... anyway I've been making a dark forest challenge blended art/writing comic on @ghostclangen that will eventually move to other arcs exploring different subgenres of horror!! so check it out ;3 I'm about 100 moons in right now!
Itâs been a long time since sheâs heard that sound, a collective inhalation of a fang-sharp breath. Even if it werenât, it would never stop being chilling, like a ball of ice in the pit of her stomach. She closes her eyes and prays to StarClan for ⌠for what? Strength? (Some cat dying that isnât âŚ? No, itâs best not to go there.)
It feels like eons, but itâs probably only seconds before she jerks to her feet and heads to the mouth of the leaderâs den. What she sees when she raises her eyes burns itself into her retinas: Crowcall, silent as death, dragging a small, silver and black (and red, so red) body into the center of camp.Â
âLambheart,â Bunnystar chokes out. âOh, Crowcall ⌠not your-â
Crowcallâs cold mask of apathy breaks into a million pieces as he swings around to glare at her. âDonât talk to me!â he spits, Lambheartâs limp body dropping to the grass with a dull thud. âJust- just leave me alone.â His voice cracks, and with a twitch of his mouth, he breaks eye contact, looking down at the ground in shame.Â
Itâs a useless demand. How could she do that when heâs hurting so much? Bunnystar opens her mouth to say something more, but before she can, Crowcall turns and breaks into a run toward the edge of camp, then beyond, aimlessly throwing himself into the forest. Smoketooth, ever the loyal mate to him, follows him a moment later; Bunnystar watches them disappear into the woods, then turns back to Lambheart.
To any other clan, heâd be unrecognizable. The once handsome silver-on-black of his coat is torn, weeping gashes carved into it. Still-wet blood paints his fur, and his face ⌠Bunnystar turns away. She canât throw up in front of everyone; she has to be strong. Thatâs who she isânot the best hunter or the strongest fighter, but the heart of the clan. Thatâs what she tells herself, anyway, but this is âŚ
The breath falls lamely out of her lungs when a soft brown pelt brushes against hers. Without a word, Bunnystar turns to bury her face into the long fur on the back of Hareclawâs neck, clenching her teeth so she doesnât join the chorus of whimpers. âIâm fine,â she says. âIâm fine. I got this.â
She couldnât possibly love Hareclaw any more when she says, âI know. Itâs okay.âÂ
Another part of her, though, wants to scream. Of course itâs not okay! A cat is dead! âI ⌠named him last moon. He was only- Hareclaw, he was a kitten.â
Bunnystar holds back a meow of protest when Hareclaw leaves her side, padding up to Lambheartâs body to touch her nose to his forehead. She stays there for a few silent moments before raising her head and asking, âHow did he die?â
âOnly Crowcall would know for sure, but it looks like he got mauled by a dog,â Mistcurl says a little too bluntly for Bunnystarâs comfort. âWhat should we do, Bunnystar?â
Well, at least she can take orders. âWe need to find it and drive it away,â she says, raising her voice: itâs time for her to be a leader. âHareclaw, Wildblaze, Wolfheart, Doesong, and Foxflameâcome with me.â She sighs. âWeâd better find Crowcall and Smoketooth, too. I donât want them getting killed.â
Hareclaw gives a brisk nod, and within moments, the others heed her call, surrounding her with their own masks of bravery on. âAre you all ready?â Bunnystar asks, and they all nod, some more hesitant than others. âAlright, thatâs the spirit. We got this, okay? No mousebrained dog could beat six of us.â
Wolfheart and Foxflame share a dubious glance, but soften under Bunnystarâs gaze. âYeah, okay,â the latter says under his breath.Â
Bunnystar doesnât bother pointing it out. Instead, she walks on ahead, and with a flick of her tail, beckons the others into the forest.
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i'm feeling mostly better, knock on wood, so there should be some writing up.
i'm probably going to start publishing at least twice weekly once i get a little bit more written. that or i'll put every moon's writing in one post. not sure.
i'm still planning on posting that thing- though maybe i'll schedule it for next halloween lol.
i'm probably not going to be doing banners anymore, just bc... i don't really like my art. sorry to the people who voted for visuals- maybe i could do banners with the sprites? hmmm
since I don't have a working tablet pen rn, I've been drawing traditional banners for my posts, but 1. I don't think they're particularly clean and I don't have a decent way of scanning them and 2. I don't super love lining stuff in the first place so
awesome! you're in universal agreement (the other vote was me lol I forgot to make my own button to see the results) so I've drawn up a sketch and will have it up today or tomorrow probably :]
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It took a quarter-moon of nagging, but Bouncerumbleâs finally convinced Buzzardfur to travel to the Moonfalls. Shining water crashes from the cliff to the riverbed below, creating an almost deafening clamor that has him wondering how medicine cats can stand coming here every half-moon. He sighs and shakes off the thought, but what floods into his brain next is even worse: how does he deserve this? Why him? What do the others see in him? This canât be the right choice. Still, if Bouncerumble is so convinced that StarClan will grant him nine lives âŚ
After a long walkâduring which Buzzardfur nearly slips on the wet rocks multiple timesâBouncerumble comes to an abrupt stop next to a fallen tree trunk that spans the river. âSit,â they say, and Buzzardfur does, staring into the water that sparkles beneath Silverpelt.
âThis is the place?âÂ
Buzzardfur winces at his own stupid questions, but Bouncerumble simply nods. âTouch your nose to the water,â they instruct, âand let your mind be free. StarClan will visit you. I know they will.â
Buzzardfur is still dubious as he crouches down next to the river, but he obeys nonetheless.Â
It doesnât happen right away, but it doesnât take too long, either. One moment, all he sees is the inside of his eyelids; the next, Buzzardfur finds himself in the center of a grassy clearing, his fur drenched in silvery starlight. He looks down at the ground and rubs one paw against the thick grass beneath it; he knowsâthinksâhe hasnât physically moved, but it feels as real as the wet rock had just a few moments ago.Â
Why is he alone, though? Where is everyone? Surely some cat is supposed to be here to greet himânine of them, if theyâre planning on giving him his nine lives. But âŚ
âBuzzardfur.â
Buzzardfur starts, the fur on his back raising, and whips around, but when he sees who it is, his haunches settle. Itâs nobody he knows, he thinks, not even anyone heâs seen at a gathering, but somehow, the cat whoâs greeted himâa small, silvery-white tom with black swirls in his furâis familiar, like an old friend. âYouâre ⌠Do I know you?â he asks, and the other cat smiles gently.
âNot yet.â The other cat shakes his head, though the smile remains. âIâm here to watch over you and the cats you lead. My name is Lambheart.â
âLambheart,â Buzzardfur repeats. âAre you ⌠are you from the original WaspClan?â
The smile on Lambheartâs face falters. âI was, yes,â he says after a beat, a hint of sadness in his voice. âIt was a good clan when I knew it. We were âŚâ He shakes his head. âNo, thatâs not what Iâm here to talk about. Thereâs a new WaspClan, Buzzardfur, and I want to help give you the power to lead it.â
Buzzardfurâs questions are still myriad, but he doesnât protest, as much as he wants to. âRight. Iâm ready,â he lies, and shuts his eyes.
When Lambheart touches his nose to his forehead, Buzzardfur hardly has a moment to register it before a wave of intensity washes over him. Thereâs no other word to describe it: itâs not a good feeling or a bad one, just ⌠intense. Over the pounding over his heart in his ears, he makes out Lambheartâs words: âTake this gift, to help you endure in the face of hardship.â
Buzzardfur opens his mouth to reply, but finds himself speechless. When he manages to open his eyes, he finds himself surrounded by wispy, starry figures in the shape of cats. Some of them are strangers, but some he recognizesâhis sister Stripekit, whoâd died of redcough; his fatherâs best friend, Wolftooth, whoâd been slain by a SaplingClan warrior. His voice fails as he tries to call out to them, but just seeing them fills him with warmth.
âWe grant you your remaining eight lives,â they say, a chorus of meows filling the air. Over and over, Buzzardfur is hit with swirls of energy, stronger than anything heâs ever felt before. âUse them well, with our blessing.â
The StarClan catsâ voices are still echoing in his mind when Buzzardstar opens his eyesâhis real ones this time. He stares at the star-speckled water of the Moonfalls, breathing heavy. Buzzardstar, Buzzardstar, Buzzardstar!
âBuzzardstar?â Bouncerumble asks, and the voices fall silent.
Buzzardstar shakily gets to his paws, feeling both exhausted and more alive than ever, and tilts up his head to stare at the glistening sky. âLetâs go home,â he says, and for just a moment, a burst of pride flickers in his heart.
I'm only posting this right now because it's hundreds of moons in the future and probably won't get to writing about it before I get burnt out on clangen but the fact that we got a kittypet queen named ember along with her kits burnkit and flamekit who immediately burned to death saving another cat named sparkwind and then flamekit was missing "the warmth [ember] brought to her life" is so... like man it's such a random yet undeniable fire motif for a family that (as yet) is completely inconsequential
update: they both died without doing anything BUT one died of heat stroke and one died in a flood And Also flamekit grew up to be flamesmoke. thematically accurate til the very end
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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I'm only posting this right now because it's hundreds of moons in the future and probably won't get to writing about it before I get burnt out on clangen but the fact that we got a kittypet queen named ember along with her kits burnkit and flamekit who immediately burned to death saving another cat named sparkwind and then flamekit was missing "the warmth [ember] brought to her life" is so... like man it's such a random yet undeniable fire motif for a family that (as yet) is completely inconsequential