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boilingrain · 1 year

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I'm currently at Moon 70 in Clangen and the leader I chose at the very beginning is somehow still alive

I know I started out like "I hope Fallingstar doesn't die super quickly, he has a cool name :)" but honestly at this point he might outlive the rest of the clan founders

Help I think I accidentally created Mistystar 2: Electric Boogaloo

#Almost all of the other clan founders are either retired or dead #Also I have an ungodly amount of medicine cats currently (none of which are my original med cat because Weedclaw is dead)#Fallingstar just... refuses to die #warrior cats #clangen #tulipclan

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neon-skittles · 7 months

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The halloween update is making my brain go brrr so I've made a new Clan to explore both the special patrol events and the new wasteland camp. Joining me are the seven founders of TulipClan:

The ambitious Taxusster (molly), a fast runner and great teacher who is currently mentoring Schaduwpoot.

Kegelstaart (molly) who is also ambitious with unnatural senses and is a lore keeper. Vuurpoot's mentor.

Mistdroom (tom) the wise, masterfull storyteller medicine cat.

Spreeuwkaak (molly), who is charismatic and a formidable fighter. Ieppoot's mentor.

The three apprentices, Ieppoot (tom) the confident moss-ball hunter, Shaduwpoot (molly) a cold avid play-fighter and Vuurpoot (tom) who is lonesome and constantly climbs on anything and everything.

Will probably use reblogs instead of making a bunch of individual posts just to keep it all together and so I can more easily look back on TulipClan as a whole.

This will likely have spoilers for some of the new patrol artwork and I also have the mild blood and gore option on.

#clangen #warrior cats #neon's clangen adventures #neon's clangen adventures: tulipclan

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elementclangen · 3 months

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Moon 96-Newleaf

After moons of tension, war has been declared with TulipClan. During a raid ElementClan’s camp, the enemy warriors attacked the healer's den, filled with cats still recovering from lingering leaf-bare illnesses, including the Healer, Rosemaryquake (53). She couldn’t defend herself and nearly perished, but at the last moment, Bluepaw (12) rushed in, and, with her powerful earth-blessing, created a wall of earth to protect her mentor. But the attacking fire-blessed warrior used the distraction to kill the apprentice. In the same battle, whilst chasing the TulipClan warriors out of camp, Sandypaw (8) fell into a pit trap laid by the enemy. Despite his wind powers, he was unable to escape and was also killed. The loss of two young cats is a blow for the Clan. Yuccastar (75) can’t help but think about how feared and fierce the Clan was when she was young, with the power of two proven Dark-cursed cats and an immensely powerful Fire warrior. Now the only Fire-blessed cat they have is Peakspots (65), and he is nowhere near as powerful as either of his mothers. Their most powerful cat is Antlersky (53), but she was out of camp during the attack. Did TulipClan know that their most powerful fighter would be gone? Yuccastar can’t help but look at Yellowcreek (23) with suspicion. Because she is stressed over the safety of her Clan, Yuccastar is being overbearing and controlling in the healer's den, driving Caterpillarmallow (46) crazy. She’s had to step up with Rosemaryquake ill and Brightfalcon (139) in the nursery. Why can’t Yuccastar see that she is doing her best! After the death of two young cats, Bushmask (107) is making sure to check on his sons. Yellowcreek is also spending time with Bushmask’s kits, as he still gets along best with the young crowd. He’s so proud of how far Graypaw (9) has come as a Healer apprentice. He came in at a stressful time and is doing really well. Bushmask isn’t thrilled about the dark-cursed cat’s attention to his son.

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mooseclan · 3 months

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mooseclan

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There were four Clans in the old territory; MooseClan, SunClan, RainClan and MapleClan. When a forest fire wrecked and ruined MooseClan’s territory, they were forced to flee.

They fled to the docks where they met a cat named Goose, who explained his home on the ship. He led them aboard.

It took 6 moons for them to travel from their old home to their new one, and then they had to trek to find a place to live.

During the travels, cats died and cats joined

When they arrived at their new territory, a vision from StarClan informed that they needed to split into four separate Clans; MooseClan, TulipClan, CicadaClan and FinchClan.

Moonstar

53 moons

Tom

Confident and formidable fighter

He’s always trying his best for his Clan and would die for them. He’s also super confident so if he ever needs to defend his clanmates, he will gladly do so.

He was taught by Tornstar.

Born to Sunheart and Firefern who died when he was 23 moons old. He had two siblings.

After Willowlark’s death, Tornstar placed Moontuft in charge.

Moonstar led his Clanmates from the docks in Canada into Yukon territory.

Sneezeleaf

116 moons

She-cat

Shameless and formidable fighter

She was originally a loner back in the old territory but joined when she was 8 moons old and started training as a warrior.

Sneezeleaf is a clever kind of cat, and very wise.

She’s protective of her Clanmates and always makes sure they are all ok.

Sneezeleaf evacuated most of the cats from the fire when the deputy at the time - Willowlark - was killed.

Ghostice

55 moons

Tom

Childish, natural intuition and ghost intuition

Ghostice was a loner in Canada and met the Clan cats when they arrived. Ghostice is a very skilled Medicine Cat.

He often plays pranks on various cats and is a very silly guy.

He’s also quite positive.

Ghostice often sees glimmers of cats’ ghosts and in his dreams he often sees the ghosts of passed cats.

He received a vision when they arrived that the cats were destined to split into four, and had to tell everyone about it.

Pineskip

85 moons

She-cat

Compassionate, unnatural senses and valuable insight

Pineskip was a kittypet aboard the ship they caught, named Pine. She was a very peaceful cat, and loved the Clan dearly, so she left with them.

Pineskip is a very skilled mediator because she is so kind and has good insight, and even before joining the Clan she was known as a mediating cat.

She occasionally misses her Twoleg, but is glad she joined MooseClan. He never put a collar on her or gave her kibble, but let her sleep in his cabin at night.

Lynxtuft

78 moons

Tom

Righteous, good story-teller and great kitsitter

Lynxtuft was a friend of Goose’s and a sailor cat who caught rats and mice on the ship, originally named Lynx. Lynx wasn’t born on the ship though, and is a very wild-like cat.

Lynxtuft misses Goose when they leave but is still glad he joined MooseClan. He loves to entertain the kits with stories; both real and made-up.

Lynxtuft quickly learnt everything about the Clans and was very persistent on joining, even though he knew he would have to leave his beloved-ship.

Fireroar

57 moons

Tom

Nervous and lore master

Fireroar was a warrior when the forest fire occurred, but he wasn’t born into MooseClan. Although he was raised as one, Fireroar was found as a newborn kit by his mother’s dead body in their territory.

Fireroar has always been a bit of a nervous cat, especially since a fox got him when he was a newly made apprentice. It left a large scar on his back, near his tail.

He would prefer not to take charge in any situation, but enjoys helping.

Wolfpaw

9 moons

She-cat

Bloodthirsty, mossball hunter and oddly observant

Wolfpaw lived in a small town by the docks in Canada, and was found by Lynxtuft when they arrived. She happily joined them.

Wolfpaw is closest with Lynxtuft as they have quite a lot in common.

She’s a very fast learner and enjoys training a lot.

She can hear, see and smell anything before anyone else and is very loyal to her Clanmates.

Echokit

5 moons

Tom-kit

Attention-seeker and quick-witted

Echokit was the kit of Bluewhisper and Willowlark and stuck close to the remaining members of the Clan. He had one sibling; Cloudkit.

Bluewhisper died whilst kitting and Cloudkit was still-born, and Willowlark was killed during the forest fire.

Echokit stuck close to Moonstar after his family died and admires him a lot.

He loves attention, but only because he missed out on a lot of it as a kit - what with the Clan travelling.

Yewkit

4 moons

She-kit

Impulsive and mossball hunter

Yewkit was discovered by Moonstar when they were travelling to their territory and was abandoned.

Yewkit was abandoned only a quarter moon before Moonstar found her and has distinct memories of what her family looked like, but nothing else. She believes she got lost from them in a storm and that’s why she was alone.

Yewkit originally thought that if her family came back and found her, she’d leave with them, but now she considers MooseClan her new family.

Leafkit

1 moon

She-kit

Sweet and mossball hunter

Leafkit was the kit of Rippleheart and Cloverleaf, and a single kit.

Leafkit’s parents were both killed upon arrival is Canada by a loose dog in the town.

Since then she stuck close to Yewkit and has a very tiny kitten crush on her, just because Yewkit always plays moss-ball with her and takes care of her.

Leafkit is a very sweet kit and always offers to help where she can, but because she’s so young, she really can’t be that helpful. But, she tries.

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restinginpiecesofpizza · 8 months

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR @loudclan-clangen

Welcome to the 7th generation of Loudclan, and along with it some improvement in my ability to draw cats! Loudclan is a legacy challenge, meaning the position of leader can only be inherited by a close relative of the last leader.

After inheriting the clan from her sister, Birchstar stared out her leadership by having Nightseeker in a secret affair with Pebblespot. Whether or not her lifelong mate Ferntumble knew, he never let on, as he was a loving and deeply involved parent for his adopted son. Pebblespot couldn’t stand to be sat on the sidelines, however, and after 13 moons of watching Nightseeker spend time with Ferntumble instead of him, he finally snapped, murdering Ferntumble and leaving him to be found on the Tulipclan Border. He managed to escape all of the suspicions of the clan, except for one. His son, Nightseeker, noticed the specks of blood speckling his paws as he attempted to comfort the young, grieving tom. The next moon, at only 14 moons old, Nightseeker used a rogue attack as cover to drag Pebblespot away, killing him in vengeance for his adopted father.

Birchstar always suspected that her son had a part to play in Pebblespot’s demise, and as she had no idea that he had killed her former mate, it caused a divide between them. She could never abandon her son, especially as he was her only heir, but she could never really forgive him either. The birth of her second litter only deepened their separation, with Birchstar telling them to be wary of their older brother. Her fear was unwarranted, however, as Nightseeker died pushing his sister Sparkpaw out of the way of a monster.

Birchstar continued to have litters into her old age, and though her first two relationships ended in tragedy, she had a long and happy life with Darkstem, only losing two kits while she was alive, Bigtooth and Smokekit. Opposed to what her appearance would have you believe, the majority of her leadership was peaceful and uneventful, ending when she died in her sleep at 158 moons old.

As her chosen heir, Scorchmoth took up the mantle of leadership at 63 moons old, even though it was against his anxious nature, making him Loudclan’s 9th leader, and the 1st male to lead since the founder, Owlstar.

#clangen #ocs #warrior cats #loudclan

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stitched-howls · 6 months

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Moon 2 continued...

Boulderpaw and Mousepaw decide to attend the gathering, both to let the other clans know that HowlClan still lives and to request advice for Mousepaw.

It's hard not to feel small when you're at the base of that ancient tree, hundreds of eyes seeking answers as to why you approach.

Boulderpaw and Mousepaw part ways for now.

Proud to introduce Hushstar of ComfreyClan, Whistlestar of WeaselClan, and Orchidstar and Duskback(ear behind bush) of TulipClan!

Base colours ver!

#howlmoon #howllore #clangen #warrior cats #wc

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sytheofabloodmoon · 2 years

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SickleClan Moon 5

Oatpaw has started his apprenticeship. He’s sneaky and being mentored by Sandcry.

Checking in: Oatpaw is gathering moss, Daisyfur is talking to herself, Curlypaw is arguing with Scargorse(Again), Scargorse is assigning cats to border patrol, Cinderspeckle tries to set a good example for the younger cats, Cinderstar is spending time alone, Sandcry is sharing prey with Cinderstar(Apparently unaware or ignoring that Cinderstar is trying to spend some time alone), Deadpaw is having a hard day(I wonder why) and Brownkit is playing mossball by herself

Patrols: Scargorse and Curlypaw go out on patrol and Curlypaw starts doubting his ability as deputy(My guess is that’s what she’s always arguing with him about). The patrol fails to catch anything and Curlypaw blames her mentor(Oh boy). Sandcry and Oatpaw go out and come across a TulipClan patrol at the border but nobody is hostile(A third clan in the area, alright). The pair have a nice conversation with the TulipClan patrol as they do their hunting on their respective sides of the border. Cinderstar and Cinderspeckle go out on patrol and come across the scent of a hare and proceed to catch the hare.

#Warrior cats #Clan Gen #Clan Gen game #clangen #SickleClan #Moon 5

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the-torn-ones · 6 months

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Basic lore of Lilacclan

Leader: Puffinstar, a large burly tom with long, dark grey fur and several scars.

Deputy: Ibisjaw, a mostly black tom with white hind legs and sharp yellow eyes.

Healer: Jaymouse, a blueish grey tabby molly with orange eyes that almost appear red, and slightly curled ears.

Significant historical leaders: Lilacstar and Flowerstar (significant founders), Hornetstar

Other significant historical figures: To be determined

Alignment: Generally neutral, but can tend to be a tyrannical force if Puffinstar is pushed too far by either of their neighbors, Lilyclan and Irisclan.

Lilacclan is one of the three splitoffs of an ancient clan named Flowerclan. Flowerclan broke into two originally — Lilacclan and Tulipclan, members of Tulipclan believing that outsiders had to be eliminated, while Lilacclan believed they could be allowed to exist so long as they kept a good mutual relationship with the clan. Later, Tulipclan split into two again, as they once more devolved into arguments and fights over xenophobia and politics. Lilyclan and Irisclan formed based on these fights, Lilyclan believing that it’s important to have good relationships with everyone, and Irisclan believing that the descendants of Flowerclan were the only ones that mattered, and those who disagreed were sacrilegious or something along those lines. Irisclan moved in next to Lilacclan, claiming loner territory that had formed in the fall of Flowerclan. Lilyclan remained between Lilacclan and the mountains of Thornclan.

Hornetstar was the first leader of Lilacclan to set a trend of hating Lilyclan and supporting Irisclan. Due to their constant berating of Lilyclan, and allying with Irisclan, the two more xenophobic flowerclan descendants began to act more like one clan. Only in recent years, with the much milder Puffinstar having taken over from the fourth leader in a row to carry this trend on, has Lilacclan begun to see change in their behavior towards the now meek and anxious Lilyclan.

Lilacclan has been known to egg on and feed into conflicts in the past, but tends to refrain from involving themselves in wars unless they see it necessary for the preservation of the forest.

When Thornclan’s caves collapsed, Puffinstar, Yarrowstar, and Fernstar came to a momentary alliance in order to send a few patrols out to check on their once beloved neighbor. Irisclan and Kinkclan refused to help, Urchinstar seeing this as a dangerous mission, and Eaglestar believing it to be a sign from starclan. They found Graydapple’s body sticking out from under a collapsed roof, and no other signs of life in their territory. Not daring to touch the other clan’s starclan connection, they presumed all of Thornclan to be dead, and spent the next year fighting over how to cope with the loss of such a major clan.

Lilacclan, being uninvolved with most of Thornclan politics prior to the collapse, wanted Pounceclan and Lilyclan to come to a decision of how to respect the territory while also not letting it go to waste. Lilyclan refused to take over the territory, and war was likely to break out by the next gathering, when suddenly the healers of all the clans began to push for their leaders to stay out of the now unused territory. Alerted to some interesting thing happening, Puffinstar decided to listen, and began claiming they must have received a sign from Starclan. The other leaders believed him, as he was always wise about these things, and so the clans left the territory alone, for now.

When Fennelstar and his two clanmates arrived at their first official gathering, no one in Lilacclan knew how to feel. Puffinstar had anticipated something would happen at some point, but this was not on his list of predictable events. He quickly accepted this as the result of whatever sign from starclan the healers had received at their half-moon meeting all those moons ago, and did not have any questions for them.

#lore post

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dynasty-of-three · 4 years

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Warrior Cats: Dynasty of Three discord roleplay server

Duskclan, Tulipclan, Hallowclan; three separate clans with separate cultures and lifestyles. Duskclan, the hardy fighters and hunters, where there is no room for weakness on the dry riverbed. Tulipclan, full of beautiful cats who prefer mischief and trickery, where they must be careful to traverse their poisonous territory. Hallowclan, thriving and successful with their devotion to Starclan, where the ruins of their ancestors remind them of those from Before. Welcome to the Dynasty of Three, a Warrior Cats roleplay server with an interesting twist- these cats are able to shift from feral into anthro, a blessing from Starclan given to their ancestors from long Before. ➣This is a new server, so high clan ranks (leader, deputy, medicine cat) are available as well as staff positions. ➣Relevant and important plot points will come in the foreseeable future. ➣16+ ➣Semi-lit/Literate server, 100+ words. ➣LGBT friendly.

Join the discord server here: https://discord.gg/qgTfYqS

#roleplay #rp #discord #discord rp #warriors #warrior cats #lit rp #open rp #anthro

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boilingrain · 1 year

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Finally got a bit of art for my Clangen nonsense done! Here's the founders of Tulipclan (they're not very detailed in this because I'm never going to draw a ton of detailed cats at once. As of writing this there are currently 41 cats in this clan. Do you understand now)

In case you can't read my admittedly terrible handwriting, here's the list of names:

Leader: Fallingstar

Deputy: Agaveleaf

Medicine Cat: Weedclaw

Warriors: Treestripe, Lucklarch and Sycamorethrift

Apprentices: Flamepaw and Thornpaw

Kits: Honeykit and Limekit

Also designs may change somewhat as I draw more Tulipclan stuff because I'm still figuring out how to draw these guys

Here's Moon 1!

Flameshade was supposedly mentored by Treestripe, but I suppose that doesn't really matter because she's already a warrior.

Also Sycamorethrift immediately broke the Warrior Code. It didn't say what he did or who caught him, but since this is the beginning of the game my headcanon is that he's a former loner and he broke one of the smaller rules like making sure kits and (currently nonexistent) elders are fed before eating

Anyways my random starting Starclan cat is named Waterrump. I'm not going to draw them but I feel like this is something you should know

I'll probably be skipping some moons where nothing much happens, but if someone gets a new name/joins the clan/is born/dies/retires then I'll make a little drawing for that

#Sycamorethrift is very pale colored in-game so by my creative liberties (of not being able to tell what color he is in-game) he's cream now #warrior cats #clangen #I still haven't come up with some sort of fun name for this so for the time being these will be tagged as #Tulipclan #rain's art corner

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signs-of-the-moon · 5 years

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Moon Rise: Chapter 21

"Swiftpaw! Swiftpaw! Swiftpaw!" mewled Tulipkit as she bounced around Swiftpaw's legs. The patched apprentice was too busy fixing the nursery's bedding to reply at the moment, allowing the two and a half moon old kit to pester her. Tulipkit kept calling, causing some of the queens and Rabbitpaw to groan.

"For Starclan's sake, would you answer her already?" Rosebloom snapped. Swiftpaw jolted, dropping a wad of wool she was holding. The white spotted molly had become increasingly aggressive in the past few days. It came to no surprise that she was acting this way. Between the discomfort of her terribly swollen belly and her grief for the loss of Ryestep, nobody could blame her for wanting to go undisturbed. Rabbitpaw let out a snicker beside his mother Jaybird who softly chided him for doing so. Swiftpaw dipped her head, mumbling an apology before turning to Tulipkit.

"Yes?"

"Can you give me a tour around camp now? You were supposed to forever ago, but you forgot."

"I've been busy," Swiftpaw defended herself. "Between taking care of your denmates, and joining the occasional battle patrol, I've been up to my ears in things to do."

"Well you aren't really busy now!" Tulipkit puffed up her chest fur, pouting. Her brow was knit and her large green eyes focused on the apprentice."So can you show me around, please please pleeease?" Swiftpaw let out a soft sigh, tucking the wad of wool back into the nest she had taken it from. She bent down to look the kitten in the eye. She could finish up changing the nursery's bedding later.

"Sure, bunny. Let's get started."

Tulipkit squealed with delight, standing beside Swiftpaw as she crawled from under the nursery and walked her around, showing her dens and introducing her to clanmembers. Rabbitpaw followed behind, keeping a couple tail-lengths of distance between them. Everyone seemed relieved at the sight of the strong, energetic kit. It brought them hope. Soon enough, Tulipkit and her littermates would be apprentices, able to aid in the battles against Treeclan. Starclan only knew they needed more cats to help in the fight. Hopefully all of this will be over by then, Swiftpaw wished, holding back a sigh.

"And as you already know, this is Tall Stone. In the crack on the side is where Whitestar sleeps," Swiftpaw meowed, concluding the tour.

"Wow really?" Tulipkit gasped, pelting over to the den. Before Swiftpaw or Rabbitpaw could warn her not to poke her head inside, the kit had already disappeared. A heartbeat later she came backing out with fur fluffed, Whitestar following her as well as Butterflytail. The tom exchanged a look with Grassclan's leader, brushing his tail along her back as he passed by to walked over to Tigerfang. Whitestar watched the tabby tom for a heartbeat before turning her attention onto Tulipkit. She gazed down at the kitten with interested blue eyes. Tulipkit crouched down on the ground, staring back up.

"I wasn't expecting more visitors," Whitestar noted, flicking her tail-tip with amusement. "But if the brave Tulipstar has come to my den, it must be for something important." Immediately the kit relaxed, standing up.

"I have come to offer the assistance of Tulipclan in this fight against the evil Treeclan!" She proclaimed. Whitestar purred, bending down to rasp her tongue against the kit's cheek.

"Grassclan appreciates the offer, Tulipstar. But we can handle ourselves just fine. I'm sure you can watch out for them from your own territory." Tulipkit nodded, prancing back over to the apprentices. Whitestar followed her. "Swiftpaw, may I speak with you?"

Swiftpaw blinked. "Of course, Whitestar." The clan leader beckoned her into her den, disappearing inside. Swiftpaw asked Rabbitpaw to return Tulipkit to the nursery so she could be with her sisters. When they were gone, the white and black apprentice squeezed herself through the crack and into Tall Stone. She sat down a tail-length from the entrance, forcing the fur on her spine to lay flat. What could be so important that she had to come into the leader's den, she wondered nervously. Whitestar lifted a paw to groom as she spoke.

"Ashwhisker tells me you're doing a wonderful job with nursery duty," she began. "He especially appreciates the extra care you've put in with taking care of the kits and Rosebloom. 'What a flighty bee that apprentice is,' he said. Well done. After considering this, I have decided to allow you to return to your training early. But, you are still to take care of the queens between your duties, and you are still not allowed to attend this moon's gathering." Swiftpaw jumped to her paws, nubby tail standing erect with joy.

"Thank you, Whitestar!" She purred, ducking her head. Excitement surged through the young molly's body, causing her limbs to tingle with a new found energy. Swiftpaw had been itching to get her paws out of the confines of camp, at long last she was free.

"Run along now. You should go find Chicorynose." Whitestar suggested, catching onto the elation in the apprentice's mew.

"I will!" Swiftpaw trilled, bursting from the den to search the camp for her mentor.

***

Finally somewhere new! Swiftpaw felt relief wash over her. Chicorynose was leading the way towards Mountainclan's territory, Gingerstrike and Rabbitpaw bounding after them both at an even gate. Today, the apprentices would practice defense against ambush. Near the mountains were many rocks and places to hide, a perfect location to learn how to handle an opponent in a limited space. Swiftpaw galloped alongside her fluffy fawn mentor, enjoying the cool breeze ruffling through her pelt the closer they drew to the border. She was much more comfortable in an open area rather than under canopies like Treeclan were. She found herself appreciating the vast landscape of the territory even more now that she had been stuck in camp for almost a moon. She was also grateful that Chicorynose had felt it best that they practice on new terrain, rather than in the Forest Patch where they were at risk of interruption.

"Hey Chicorynose?" Swiftpaw called, turning her head to address her mentor.

"Yes Swiftpaw?" Chicorynose looked back at her.

"Do you think some of Treeclan's cats are so mean because they don't get to sun themselves enough?" The Grassclan deputy fell quiet for a heartbeat before erupting into a mrrow of laughter.

"Between you and me I think its because they always have to sit on burrs and thorns," she confessed with a snicker.

"I bet it's seen as a right of passage for a cat to get one stuck to their rear!" Rabbitpaw chimed in with a hardy laugh. The rest of the patrol burst out in a fit out glee right along with him as they began to slow their pace. The grass was starting to thin as they came to a halt by a maze of rocks which towered over them; some only by a tail-length and others a bearlength high. Swiftpaw stared up in astonishment. She bet she could jump onto some of them if she had to.

"Alright, 'Paws, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to send you both to hide among the rocks together, and in a few heartbeats, Gingerstrike and I are going to find you. Kind of like hide and seek. Except when we find you, we're going to attack," Chicorynose explained. Swiftpaw nodded, looking ahead at labyrinth before her. Her mentor brushed her tail against her shoulders, motioning for her to head forward. Swiftpaw glanced at her, then towards her partner before wandering off, leading the way deep into the maze. She knew they wouldn't have to limit themselves on the distance they would travel, they weren't anywhere near the border. It felt good not having to worry about having an enemy to argue with just for passing by. But Swiftpaw knew they had to keep vigilant. Chicorynose and Gingerstrike would be after the pair at any moment now, they needed to be ready. Swiftpaw hurried around, careful not to rub too closely to the rocks as she passed. She signed to Rabbitpaw about an idea she just came up with, warning him to not leave a scent trail for the warriors to follow. Nearby she had spotted a boulder with a dent big enough for two to hide in. With a jerk of her head she led the fluffy lynx point tom over to the place where they would await their pursuers. Here they would be decently hidden and it would be hard for their mentors to get the drop on them. Now all the partners had to do was wait. Swiftpaw parted her jaws, drawing air over her scent glands to see if she could catch any cat approaching. But she never caught whiff of anything. She turned her head to look at Rabbitpaw who acknowledged her silent question with a head shake. A while passed, too long for Swiftpaw's liking. Was she that good at hiding? Cautiously she withdrew from the dent in the rock, whipping her head around. There was nobody around. Only the sound of the wind whistling through the rocks managed to disturb the overall stillness. Worry prickled Swiftpaw's pelt. Where was Chicorynose? Where was Gingerstrike? Just then, an unexpected weight came crashing down upon her, knocking the wind from her lungs. Swiftpaw gasped as she looked behind her to see what pressed on her spine.

"Chicorynose!" She breathed. But the she-cat did not look as pleased to see her like the young apprentice was. Chicorynose growled, grabbing Swiftpaw's scruff. She shook her, throwing the patched molly towards another rock. Swiftpaw flipped mid air to land perfectly on her paws. She stood up, whipped around, and arched her back. For a heartbeat she felt betrayed, but the feeling soon melted away. This was only practice, she reminded herself, Chicorynose was acting like an enemy to prepare her. Swiftpaw folded her ears back, letting out a battle cry as she headed towards her mentor. She leapt onto a smaller rock, using it to propel herself forward faster. She reached out for Chicorynose with outstretched forepaws, pushing into her shoulders to knock her down. But Chicorynose shook her away, twisting around to keep upright. She backed away, tail lashing violently.

"Grassclan scum," She snarled, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. "Rockclan will never be beaten!" Swiftpaw had to suppress a bubble of laughter lingering in her chest, releasing an amused purr instead. She shook out her pelt, getting into character.

"Grassclan attack!" She yowled as she lunged for the older she-cat once again. Rabbitpaw charged into the battle with her. He swiped at Chicorynose's face once, twice, three times but Chicorynose dodged every hit. Swiftpaw swept her paws in an attempt to trip the older molly up, yet the Grassclan deputy did not allow herself to be taken down so easily. She jumped back and up onto a rock, looming over the apprentices menacingly. Swiftpaw looked up at her, wiggling her nubby tail in frustration. A yowl sounded from behind them, snapping the apprentices' attention away. Gingerstrike came barreling over, leaping onto Rabbitpaw with a swiftness. He pummbled the younger cat beneath him, bringing Swiftpaw alarm. She ran forward, rushing to her partner's aid. But before she could reach the two tumbling toms, she was attacked. Chicorynose had landed on her back again, pressing all of her weight down onto Swiftpaw. Swiftpaw let out a shriek of surprise as she twisted around, flailing her paws and dealing the older she-cat fake painful blows-her claws were sheathed after all-that caused Chicorynose to jump back. She scrambled back onto a rock, leaping onto another, then another, plotting another arial strike on her apprentice. Swiftpaw waited for Chicorynose to try and leap onto her back again, an idea forming in her mind. The white and black patched molly shot forward as Chicorynose came to settle back on the ground. She dropped low and whipped around, swinging a back forepaw to knock Chicorynose's feet from under her. Chicorynose buckled on the pebble littered floor with a thud, giving Swiftpaw ample time to scale a rock and claim the high ground. She gazed down at Grassclan's deputy, watching her rise to her paws. If I jump down now she'll swat me away like a fly. But if I try to be more unpredictable... Swiftpaw suddenly turned tail, hopping up onto another rock. Then another and another and another. She found them incredibly easy to scale across, far easier than originally anticipated. It's just like walking the fence posts in Twolegplace! "Rabbitpaw, climb!" She commanded, looking back momentarily. Rabbitpaw had managed to slip away from Gingerstrike, following his partner's orders. He scurried across the stones with almost as much grace and ease as she had-much to Swiftpaw's surprise-until the pair finally caught up with each other. They had gained some distance between themselves and their mentors now, glancing back in their direction. Chicorynose bounded after them from the ground, trying to keep up on the uneven path below her paws. Gingerstrike pursued them from atop the rocks, gaining on them quickly. Out of nowhere, Rabbitpaw turned back to swipe at the ruddy ginger tom as he caught up, smacking him off of the rock he was perched on. The lynx point tom leapt down after him, engaging in another brawl with the young warrior on the stony earth below. Chicorynose had come to climb up onto the rocks while Swiftpaw had been distracted watching Rabbitpaw fight. She turned, coming face to face with her, swiping at Chicorynose with a paw. She landed a hit square on the deputy's muzzle, causing her to slip. Chicorynose landed on her paws, shaking dust from her fluffy ruffled pelt. Her eyes blazed as she glared up at her apprentice, sending the younger she-cat scrambling away yet again. The chase was on. When they reached a more open area, Swiftpaw gracefully dove down from her rocky path. She waited for Chicorynose to charge towards her then instinctively rolled onto her back, kicking up at the deputy's belly. Chicorynose yelped in surprised, landing in a crouch on the opposite side of her original position. Swiftpaw rolled back onto her paws, running towards Chicorynose. She jumped onto her back, pretending to claw her. Chicorynose tried to roll to kick Swiftpaw off, but Swiftpaw kept her hold on her. She grabbed the deputy's scruff between her teeth, pressing a paw to her head and another to her chest. Chicorynose went limp beneath her. Her eyes stared widely at the scene unfolding a bearlength away. Gingerstrike too had been defeated, pressed to the floor under his apprentice's behind.

"Rockclan retreat!" Chicorynose cried. "Oh woe is me, we have been slain!" Swiftpaw erupted into a purr of laughter, jumping back and sitting a tail-length away. "Great job, Swift," Chicorynose praised as she sat up, giving her fluffy chest fur a few licks. She looked towards Gingerstrike and Rabbitpaw as they padded over to join them. "And you too, Rabbitpaw. You worked well defending yourselves, as well as each other against the attack. I knew you would make good partners."

"You're both learning quickly, keep up the good work," Gingerstrike chimed. A purr escaped Swiftpaw as she felt herself glow with pride. She licked her shoulder fur, trying to tone the feeling down a little. Chickorynose came to rasp her tongue between her ears rewarding.

"Let's get out of here now. I don't know about you three, but my paws are killing me from walking on all those pebbles. "

***

The path towards home felt strangely longer than before. Gingerstrike and Rabbitpaw had split up from the patrol to do some hunting while the she-cats decided to head back to camp. Swiftpaw glanced around as she noticed the meadow's soft green grass merge and change into tall golden stalks of a plant she did not recognize. They towered above them as the pair pressed forward in the direction of what Swiftpaw assumed was home. But she found her surrounding unfamiliar to her now. She hasn't remembered this from before.

"Chicorynose, where are we?" Swiftpaw's mew quivered with nervousness as she stalked closer to the older she-cat.

"The wheat field. We need to stop by the farm and pick up some wool before heading back to camp," Chicorynose explained, tail held high. Swiftpaw recalled hearing her denmates talk about the farm. It was home to many strange creatures she had only ever seen on the moving vision box in her Twoleg's den. Cows, horses, chickens, pigs, and sheep. Each described to be strange and humongous; all except for chickens which matched the size of pheasants. She was interested to see that.

"Watch out!" Chicorynose suddenly yowled, grabbing Swiftpaw by the scruff and throwing her back. Swiftpaw shrieked in surprise as she was met by her mentor who crouched low in the wheat beside her. A thundering roar assaulted their eardrums, shaking Swiftpaw to her core. The ground began to tremble beneath them as the noise grew louder and louder, until the beast who made the startling sound emerged from the field. It was as tall as a tree, and wide as two bears, with sleek shining skin as red as a cardinal's wings. On the very top Swiftpaw could barely make out the shape of a Twoleg perched on its back, probably telling the beast what to do. Its eyes glowed harsh and yellow like the morning sun and released enough fumes to shelter itself in a fog. Swiftpaw's eyes watered and throat tightened as the smog assaulted her airway. She coughed and gagged as the monster passed by and lumbered away, far out of sight.

"What was that?!" She asked hoarsely, letting out another wheeze once the air had cleared. Chicorynose stood on her paws, watching in the direction the creature had left. Without a word she urged her apprentice to follow her forward with a double flick of her ears. The two she-cats walked a few bear lengths away before the older molly finally spoke.

"That was a farm monster. Twolegs ride them to tear down the wheat. They don't purposely hunt cats, but they'll happily eat one if they get in the way." Swiftpaw could only imagine what it would be like if farm monsters actually hunted cats as prey. She shivered at the thought. "We'll be safe in the barn though, come on." Chicorynose led the way into a red Twoleg den with a reek that was indescribable. It wasn't like death scent, but it wasn't like normal animal dirt either. It smelled far more foul. Swiftpaw tiptoed across the hay covered floor cautiously as she gazed around. Strange animal sounds met her ears. A whinny made her jump, bringing her closer to her mentor. Chicorynose laughed.

"Don't be too frightened, it's only a foal!" Yowled a cat. The two mollies whipped their heads around to see a pure white tom strutting across a gate post. His fluffy black tail was kinked over his back in greetings. "Hi there! The name's Mako, y'know like the shark?" The two Grassclan cats exchanged a look before looking back at the overly friendly tom.

"Greetings. I hadn't realized a cat moved into the barn, we're sorry for intruding," mewed Chicorynose, ducking her head. Mako leaped down into a pile of hay, prancing over to them. A warm smile was set on his face.

"Nah, it's all good. So where you from? What brings you here?"

"We're from Grassclan, a group of cats that live out on the meadow. We're here to collect some wool." Chicorynose showed no signs of hostility towards the strange tom as she spoke, which Swiftpaw found to be odd. The farm was part of Grassclan's territory, shouldn't they be chasing him off? She shot her younger companion a glance, silently telling her to ease the tension she didn't realize she had. The tom wasn't threatening, there was no reason for Swiftpaw to become prickly. But she couldn't help being guarded.

"Well go ahead and help yourselves. Don't let me interrupt your usual routine." Chicorynose purred, swishing her tail with gratitude.

"Thank you. We won't be here too long." She began to pad off, tail held high.

"Aw, stay as long as you'd like. Are you guys hungry? There's plenty of mice in here for you to eat if you are. You can help yourselves to those too." Swiftpaw parted her jaws to taste the air. Through the musky animal scent she was surprised that she was able to catch the sweet smell of mouse entangled within. She looked at her mentor, seeking approval. Chicorynose shook her head.

"Thank you for the offer, but I don't think we'll have room in our jaws to carry both prey and wool." The fawn she-cat motioned for Swiftpaw to follow after her.

"Suit yourself." Mako gave a shrug before following behind, jumping up onto another gate and up a wooden beam. Swiftpaw tilted her head back to see the tom leaping across beam to beam above their heads, watching them with interest. Nervous, she drew herself closer to Chicorynose, signing her concerns in what little of the Silent Language she knew. Chicorynose gave a glance at the cat above, resting her tail on her apprentice's shoulder reassuringly. A bleat caught their attention as they crossed the threshold from the hay covered ground onto flat stone. Swiftpaw recognized the new smell that came to greet her as they headed further into this strange new area of the barn. She knew it from her den, she knew it from when she'd sleep. It was the same scent the wool which made up her nest held. Before them stood a herd of tall creatures with fur that resembled the clouds in the sky. Hooves clacked against the stone as the creatures moved around. At random they would call out, as if they were speaking to one another.

"Are these sheep?" Swiftpaw asked. Chicorynose looked at her, giving a nod. She stepped forward, pulling a wad of soft white material from a corner by the wall of the barn. Wool.

"Come get some, the sheep won't harm you." Swiftpaw wiggled her tail, coming forward to grab as much wool as she knew she could carry. She rolled it all together before taking it into her mouth. Chicorynose did the same with a pile of her own. She signed to Swiftpaw, calling her back home. The two turned around and dragged their wool through the barn, Mako following them back to the entrance from the rafters. He meowed a farewell as the Grassclan she-cats made it back out into the wheat field, disappearing into the long golden stalks.

***

As the two scaled up the hill which led into camp, a ruckus could be heard erupting from the summit. As they pushed their way past the bramble barrier the pair noticed a crowd forming around one of the dens. They dropped off their wool in the medicine cat's den before going to join the crowd. A shrill yowl rang out as they drew closer. As Swiftpaw pushed her way past her clanmates she could make out the pelt of Jaybird standing protectively in front of the nursery. Rosebloom must be having her kits. Whispers from her clanmates told her the spotted queen had been kitting for some time now. Two kits had been confirmed alive, and more were on the way. As the yowling died down, someone pushed Jaybird out of the way. It was Snowfrost, followed by a proud looking Mistypaw. The older medicine cat came to stand beside Whitestar who had been sitting at the front of the crowd. They chatted for a moment before the clan leader announced:

"Rosebloom has given birth to three healthy kits. Two mollykits and a tom." Hearing the news, the clan broke out into a cheer. They meowed congratulations through the den's branches so that the queen could hear them from outside. As cats began to walk away, Swiftpaw made her way to the mouth of the den. When she peered inside she could see Rosebloom's shape curled around three tiny balls of fuzz. Ashwhisker sat at her head, rasping his tongue against it slowly. Goldensong hovered above them, checking on each kit and finally the new mother herself. Swiftpaw watched her feed the queen some herbs before crawling out from under the honeysuckle bush. Swiftpaw dipped her head respectfully as Goldensong passed by to meet with her denmates a bear length away. Mistypaw trilled, kneading the grass beneath her paws. Her eyes sparkled as she highlighted moments from the kitting. She finally got a chance to help. Swiftpaw purred. She knew how excited Mistypaw was to help Rosebloom through her kitting, she could only imagine how thrilled she had felt when she witnessed the miracle of birth for the first time. She made a mental note to have the silver she-cat talk about it later. Swiftpaw turned her attention back towards the new family now. A chilly breeze ruffled her pelt, as if something had just brushed past her. A small shaft of light trickled through the branches of the honeysuckle bush down onto Rosebloom. From it, the patched apprentice could make out the shape of a cat hovering above her, its greyish brown pelt sparkling with what looked like starlight. Swiftpaw gave her head a shake before looking back into the den. The figure had disappeared. Had she been seeing things? Or had that been Ryestep's spirit coming to see his kits? She did not know, but she truly hoped it was. A bit bewildered, Swiftpaw pulled herself towards the apprentice's den for a well deserved nap. Hope filled her heart as she settled into her nest. Seeing that happy little family joined together brought her peace. Though things weren't perfect right now, Swiftpaw was sure that everything was going to turn out alright.

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Chervilcry (79) was caught speaking with a cat from another TulipClan, outside of her Mediator duties. Yuccastar (79) is furious due to their recent war and forbids anyone from being friendly with the other Clans. ElementClan needs to make a show of strength and independence. They also welcome Chasingskip (12) as a new warrior, in honor of her observance. She’s glad to be out of the apprentices’ den, but feels a little bad leaving Moorpaw (12) as the only warrior apprentice. Chervilcry and Stonefreckle (8) are proud of their kit. She’s come so far from the boisterous kit she used to be. She might even be a bit too quiet now. . .Caterpillarmallow (50) wishes that she would get more credit for her efforts in the Healer's den. She feels like Rosemaryquake (57) ignores just how hard she works, maybe because her powers are so weak. But she proved her skills during the war while Rosemaryquake was sick, didn’t she! Darkpetal (139) thinks so, and thanks the Healer for her service. Peakspots (69) is getting tired of his leader’s constant warmongering. He wishes she would give him a break.

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