We Tread into the Starless Night

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The wind sings as it slips through the hollowed bones of birds left to hang in the tree line. Below, the underbrush rustles with teeming life. Prey and predator alike dashing through in a desperate plea for survival. The games are rigged ever in the favor of Antlerclan, the prey loses and becomes sustenance to the ever-growing population. Here we not only survive, but one day we will thrive again.

Good day traveler and welcome to my side project. Using ClanGen as a basis that dictates plot points, I shall be writing and drawing a storyline as we go. The hope is to practice writing in a more fun way as well as give me the occasional challenge as I do not fully control the narrative beyond the perception and how I interpret the events the game prompts. Anyway! Hope you enjoy my writing and art and what not. Also, I’ve never read a single Warrior Cat book so everything I do is either dictated by ClanGen ooooorrrrrrrrrr a cute little headcanon I have picked up from my many friends who have read the books :3c

Also! I will not shy away from the more tragic and gruesome points of the storyline, so please keep an eye on the tags

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Antler Clan Main Camp

Old coniferous trees stretch towards the stars, blotting out light with branches of pins and needles. Their roots tangle with shale and the rotted remains of the forest's history. The past feeding the future. Within the dense, dreary greenery, a small creek winds its way down to a deceivingly deep pool. Above, the canopy breaks just enough to let the surface reflect midnight moon, and midday sun. For generations now, this has been the home to Antler Clan. Named after the weathered bones and moss that signify the leadership's throne and den. Around the stag's fossil is the perfectly preserved skeletons of Antler Clan's now fallen honored. As even in death, they remain loyal to the clan.

Leader's Den _ Tremblestar currently occupies the Leader's den alone. It is a deep burrow lined with many different creature's gathered bones to keep the shale and dirt solid and prevent collapsing. Some bones bare past leaders carvings of important events and disasters. Healer's Den - Hyssops grow in abundance around the entrance of the Healer's den, planted by Havenhyssop herself. The actual den is dug out around the roots of a grand tree, twisting into multiple short term and long term areas for care and treatment. Havenhyssop has cut into the tree's roots to build shelving for the many *many* trinkets and herbs that she collects. Warrior Dens - In a similar style to the Healer's Den, the warriors homes are dug within the roots of nearby trees. Typically, each family unit has their own. Though, as of right now most of the clan sleeps together in the nearest one, as they are all they have left of friends and family. The Moon's Tear - The name given to the pool in the center of camp. The water is safe to drink and comes from a glacier fed river nearby. Despite its relatively small size, this pool is dangerous to swim in as after the first tail length from shore, there is no bottom. It endlessly sinks into the ground, and any that have dared to swim to the bottom have never returned.

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Antler Clan's Remnants

Tremblestar and Cressmoor. They were never close before the wipe out of Antler Clan, and are not now. Yet they make it work in the hopes to keep the few of them remaining together. Lest the legacy die in their pawprints.

Havenhyssop, the only cat seeming to thrive in the madness. Her beautiful voice keeps them all sane in the quiet echo of the forest.

Pitchchirp may not smile much, but her constant and unwavering presence helps ease the pain and fear. She hunts the most for everyone.

Large for her age, Nectarpaw tries to keep everyone happy in the clan and help where she can.

Misses his family, but with Havenhyssop's reassurance can understand why they are gone. At least his best friend Nectar made it through.