BlightClan

Welcome to the fall of the Clans. Glad you could make it.

[blightclan]

You were the sweetest apparition, such a pretty vision...

He can be happy sometimes, as a gift

[blightclan]

Upon The Grass (2)

BlightClan is still freshly formed. Primrosestar decided to take his mind off of things by going on a border patrol.

Warblerbeak glared at Lupinepounce. "Just because you're deputy doesn't mean you can silence me. I'm a noble warrior of this Clan!"

"Warblerbeak, you were asking the kits if they knew about the Dark Forest! You can't just say things like that. I don't want Graykit to get the wrong impression," the deputy hissed back.

The tom swung his head around to face Primrosestar. "But the kits should know the lore, too, right? You can back me up on this?"

Primrosestar, who had been focused on his own pawsteps, looked up with a jolt. "Uh-- I--"

"Thanks for nothing, Prim," Lupinepounce said, pushing past her leader to stalk ahead.

Primrosestar hung his head before gritting his teeth and moving on.

Pictured: Lupinepounce

[blightclan]

Upon The Grass (1)

Primrosestar sat at the edge of his den, focused intently on the blurring cats in the tunnels. They faded out of his view, morphing into pale beings of light, leading him up and out of the tunnels. Outside, the world was flushed with color, and large leaves adorned the plains. He reached down to sniff one, making the slightest contact between the plant and his nose. In an instant, the plant began to decay, with toxic green circles spreading over it. The blight spread over the land swiftly. One of the spectral cats leaned down to whisper into his ear. "Your own doing will undo you."