I forgot to mention that I changed styles in Moon 1. I wanted something simpler and fun for me to do more consistently than moon 0. Also switching things up is fun from time-to-time.
It hadn’t been a terribly eventful moon, something Aspenecho was very grateful for. The last few had been… so much… that it was a breath of fresh air that he relished every moment of…
Harepaw has been learning how to hunt and fight under Milo and Flax. They really enjoyed fighting, almost to a concerning degree. However, they weren’t causing any issues, so he couldn’t complain. That’s probably why they wanted to join the clans. They’ve told me how clan stories go around here.
They spent a lot of time playing with Redkit, giving him plenty of time to nap and catch up on moons of missed sleep.
Flax… well, some have started calling him Flaxstar as of late, mostly Harepaw and Redkit, but it was catching on. He doesn’t seem to mind, and states that he’s fine with being called Flax or Flaxstar.
Speaking of Redkit, the little guy was 3 moons now! Which meant that he wasn’t as needy anymore, and even expressing how old and independent he is. I vaguely remember being that young. I thought I was sooo mature! He’ll realize sooner or later, so I’m not gonna burst his little bubble. He’s not mean about it, so there’s no issue.
Faiththorn had been distant as of late. Can’t say I blame her. I think they wanted to leave clan life completely behind at first. They seem to be warming up to having clanmates again, but it’s certainly not easy. They broke her faith in the clans with that decree. But this doesn’t have to be like that. We can be what a clan is meant to be… a place where cats care for and teach each other. Believing in Starclan, but not taking one cat’s interpretation of what a message means as the only truth.
Yeah… that sounds good.
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“Uncle Aspen! Wake up!”
Aspenecho was jolted from sleep, feeling tiny paws push his side, urging him to get up. Eyes bleary from a deep slumber, he glanced over and saw Redkit. “What is it?” He groaned.
“The gathering is starting! Come on!”
Oh yeah, Flax wanted to do gatherings… although it’s just a special clan meeting, no meeting other groups. Still, he brought himself to his paws and peered out from behind the tree.
The full moon was low in the sky. The night is still young. He was going to be the last out in the clearing, as Redkit had already bounded ahead of him, joining the rest of their clanmates.
Flaxstar’s frame was rimmed by moonlight. His features couldn’t be made out at this distance, but his shoulders were relaxed, tail by his side and lazily draped over the log he sat on. His ears were perked forward.
He gave his chest a few quick laps, remembering that he had to sit in front of everyone. He looked for Faiththorn and saw her sitting on the edge of the group. Her back was to him, but he could notice that she was occasionally turning her head to look at their clanmates. Her fur was a little unkempt, proving that he was not the only one who didn’t prepare for this meeting.
As he began to make his journey across the clearing, Redkit squeezed himself inbetween Bella and Harepaw despite having plenty of space to go around. Harepaw’s ears swiveled back, and the moonlight caught a glint of teeth before Bella batted at their shoulder. Harepaw paused, going back to their initial position, only a forcibly flicking tail indicating anything was wrong.
He instead trotted around the group, nodding briefly at Milo before sitting at the base of the log. Despite Flax having the height advantage on being on top of the log, he was still only slightly taller than him. So, it made it easy to whisper, “Any plans as to what you’re going to announce?”
“Well, we’re always doing our own things, so this is a chance for everyone to be together and chat! But also, to vote for a clan name, and because Milo and Bella want to announce their warrior names.”
“Warrior names?”
“You remember warrior names, right?”
“Of course I do!”
“Hey! I’m just messing with you. Well, they’ve both picked new names. Milo is going to come up itself and reveal it. And Bella is going to have a more official warrior ceremony, since she’s 12 moons now.”
His eyes widened, “12 moons?! I thought she was a young apprentice!”
“Either you’re mistaking Harepaw and Bella, or you’re overestimating how big domestic cats get.” There was a brief pause before he asked, “12 moons is when a cat becomes a warrior, right?”
Aspenecho nodded, “I’ve seen cats graduate as late as 24 moons, which is when we’re fully grown. Menders graduate around 18 moons. But yes, 12 is the usual age.”
“Alright. Thanks. I remember how the words go. So I’m going to start.” Aspenecho looked over at the crowd, adjusting his posture and sitting up taller. Flax cleared his throat and yowled.
He could see Redkit paw at Bella, urging her to be quiet. Cats finished their sentences before turning their gazes over to the two. Flax slowly blinked, before beginning.
“Hello everyone! Thank you all for coming. Every full moon, I hope that we can meet here to announce promoted cats, and to all spend an evening all together, as a group. But first, we have a few things to go through.”
“First things first, I’d like to do an official vote for what we’re going to call our clan. About half a moon ago, I, Aspenecho, Faiththorn, and Harepaw came up with the name Dawningclan. But Milo, Bella, and Redkit, we want to hear your input too, along with if Hare, Faith, or Aspen changed their minds.”
Redkit meowed, “But aren’t clan names from the first leader of the clan? So wouldn’t we be Flaxclan no matter what?”
“We could—but I don’t think I would want a group named after me. Plus, we don’t need to follow old tradition if we want to. We like the name Dawningclan because this is the ‘dawning’ of a new era for the clans.”
Redkit tilted his head and scowled, “But what are the other clans going to think?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Faiththorn cooed before turning back to Flax and Aspen, “I like the name Dawningclan.” Bella, who was nearby, nodded. Milo meowed, “I like it!”
Palepaw muttered, “My mind hasn’t changed,” and he replied, “Neither has mine.” Turning to Flax, “I think it’s unanimous.”
Flax purred, slow blinking, “Wonderful! It’s settled then! We are Dawningclan!”
Briefly pausing, Flax motioned Milo over, “But that’s only one of the things we’re doing tonight. Milo would like to make an announcement to you all. Go ahead.”
Milo stood in front of both Aspenecho and Flax, and began to chatter, “Well, I didn’t want to make it a big thing, but I’m changing my name to a warrior name. You guys can call me Lichenstreak! I chose it because my fur is sort of the color of lichen, and I’m a tabby, which means my fur is in streaks. Plus, it sounds cool!”
“I don’t mind you all still calling me Milo, but that’s sort of an official name if you prefer calling me that. Call me one, call me the other, call me both, for me, a name is just a noise you use to get my attention… and both will work just fine.”
“I didn’t mean to ramble this long, so I’m going to sit back down. Thanks everyone!” As he went to sit back down, Redkit began chanting, “Lichenstreak, Lichenstreak, Lichenstreak!” Soon, Bella, Faith, and Harepaw all joined in.
After things died down a bit, Bella expectantly walked to the front. Flax gave another yowl to silence Harepaw and Redkit.
“We have one other cat changing their name tonight. You wanted this to be official, correct?”
Bella nodded. “I want to only go by this name.”
Flax smiled, “Alright! In that case, I, Flax, leader of Dawningclan, call upon—Aspen and Faiththorn’s warrior ancestors—” Faith, Lichenstreak, Bella, Harepaw, and Redkit all laughed at that. “—to look down on this apprentice. She understands the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn.”
“Bella, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
She nodded, and meowed, “I do.”
“Then, I give you your warrior name. Bella, from this moment on you will be known as Paleice. We honor your initiative, curiosity, and skill at hunting. We welcome you as a full warrior of Dawningclan.”
This time, the cheers were louder and more enthusiastic. Paleice grinned, looking around and eventually settling on Harepaw, who walked over and affectionately bumped their head against hers.
Aspenecho felt a purr erupt in his throat. This really was beginning to feel like a clan.
Event: Milo (officially) changes his name to Lichenstreak! Paleice becomes a warrior!
It hadn’t been a terribly eventful moon, something Aspenecho was very grateful for. The last few had been… so much… that it was a breath of fresh air that he relished every moment of…
Harepaw has been learning how to hunt and fight under Milo and Flax. They really enjoyed fighting, almost to a concerning degree. However, they weren’t causing any issues, so he couldn’t complain. That’s probably why they wanted to join the clans. They’ve told me how clan stories go around here.
They spent a lot of time playing with Redkit, giving him plenty of time to nap and catch up on moons of missed sleep.
Flax… well, some have started calling him Flaxstar as of late, mostly Harepaw and Redkit, but it was catching on. He doesn’t seem to mind, and states that he’s fine with being called Flax or Flaxstar.
Speaking of Redkit, the little guy was 3 moons now! Which meant that he wasn’t as needy anymore, and even expressing how old and independent he is. I vaguely remember being that young. I thought I was sooo mature! He’ll realize sooner or later, so I’m not gonna burst his little bubble. He’s not mean about it, so there’s no issue.
Faiththorn had been distant as of late. Can’t say I blame her. I think they wanted to leave clan life completely behind at first. They seem to be warming up to having clanmates again, but it’s certainly not easy. They broke her faith in the clans with that decree. But this doesn’t have to be like that. We can be what a clan is meant to be… a place where cats care for and teach each other. Believing in Starclan, but not taking one cat’s interpretation of what a message means as the only truth.
Yeah… that sounds good.
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“Uncle Aspen! Wake up!”
Aspenecho was jolted from sleep, feeling tiny paws push his side, urging him to get up. Eyes bleary from a deep slumber, he glanced over and saw Redkit. “What is it?” He groaned.
“The gathering is starting! Come on!”
Oh yeah, Flax wanted to do gatherings… although it’s just a special clan meeting, no meeting other groups. Still, he brought himself to his paws and peered out from behind the tree.
The full moon was low in the sky. The night is still young. He was going to be the last out in the clearing, as Redkit had already bounded ahead of him, joining the rest of their clanmates.
Flaxstar’s frame was rimmed by moonlight. His features couldn’t be made out at this distance, but his shoulders were relaxed, tail by his side and lazily draped over the log he sat on. His ears were perked forward.
He gave his chest a few quick laps, remembering that he had to sit in front of everyone. He looked for Faiththorn and saw her sitting on the edge of the group. Her back was to him, but he could notice that she was occasionally turning her head to look at their clanmates. Her fur was a little unkempt, proving that he was not the only one who didn’t prepare for this meeting.
As he began to make his journey across the clearing, Redkit squeezed himself inbetween Bella and Harepaw despite having plenty of space to go around. Harepaw’s ears swiveled back, and the moonlight caught a glint of teeth before Bella batted at their shoulder. Harepaw paused, going back to their initial position, only a forcibly flicking tail indicating anything was wrong.
He instead trotted around the group, nodding briefly at Milo before sitting at the base of the log. Despite Flax having the height advantage on being on top of the log, he was still only slightly taller than him. So, it made it easy to whisper, “Any plans as to what you’re going to announce?”
“Well, we’re always doing our own things, so this is a chance for everyone to be together and chat! But also, to vote for a clan name, and because Milo and Bella want to announce their warrior names.”
“Warrior names?”
“You remember warrior names, right?”
“Of course I do!”
“Hey! I’m just messing with you. Well, they’ve both picked new names. Milo is going to come up itself and reveal it. And Bella is going to have a more official warrior ceremony, since she’s 12 moons now.”
His eyes widened, “12 moons?! I thought she was a young apprentice!”
“Either you’re mistaking Harepaw and Bella, or you’re overestimating how big domestic cats get.” There was a brief pause before he asked, “12 moons is when a cat becomes a warrior, right?”
Aspenecho nodded, “I’ve seen cats graduate as late as 24 moons, which is when we’re fully grown. Menders graduate around 18 moons. But yes, 12 is the usual age.”
“Alright. Thanks. I remember how the words go. So I’m going to start.” Aspenecho looked over at the crowd, adjusting his posture and sitting up taller. Flax cleared his throat and yowled.
He could see Redkit paw at Bella, urging her to be quiet. Cats finished their sentences before turning their gazes over to the two. Flax slowly blinked, before beginning.
“Hello everyone! Thank you all for coming. Every full moon, I hope that we can meet here to announce promoted cats, and to all spend an evening all together, as a group. But first, we have a few things to go through.”
“First things first, I’d like to do an official vote for what we’re going to call our clan. About half a moon ago, I, Aspenecho, Faiththorn, and Harepaw came up with the name Dawningclan. But Milo, Bella, and Redkit, we want to hear your input too, along with if Hare, Faith, or Aspen changed their minds.”
Redkit meowed, “But aren’t clan names from the first leader of the clan? So wouldn’t we be Flaxclan no matter what?”
“We could—but I don’t think I would want a group named after me. Plus, we don’t need to follow old tradition if we want to. We like the name Dawningclan because this is the ‘dawning’ of a new era for the clans.”
Redkit tilted his head and scowled, “But what are the other clans going to think?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Faiththorn cooed before turning back to Flax and Aspen, “I like the name Dawningclan.” Bella, who was nearby, nodded. Milo meowed, “I like it!”
Palepaw muttered, “My mind hasn’t changed,” and he replied, “Neither has mine.” Turning to Flax, “I think it’s unanimous.”
Flax purred, slow blinking, “Wonderful! It’s settled then! We are Dawningclan!”
Briefly pausing, Flax motioned Milo over, “But that’s only one of the things we’re doing tonight. Milo would like to make an announcement to you all. Go ahead.”
Milo stood in front of both Aspenecho and Flax, and began to chatter, “Well, I didn’t want to make it a big thing, but I’m changing my name to a warrior name. You guys can call me Lichenstreak! I chose it because my fur is sort of the color of lichen, and I’m a tabby, which means my fur is in streaks. Plus, it sounds cool!”
“I don’t mind you all still calling me Milo, but that’s sort of an official name if you prefer calling me that. Call me one, call me the other, call me both, for me, a name is just a noise you use to get my attention… and both will work just fine.”
“I didn’t mean to ramble this long, so I’m going to sit back down. Thanks everyone!” As he went to sit back down, Redkit began chanting, “Lichenstreak, Lichenstreak, Lichenstreak!” Soon, Bella, Faith, and Harepaw all joined in.
After things died down a bit, Bella expectantly walked to the front. Flax gave another yowl to silence Harepaw and Redkit.
“We have one other cat changing their name tonight. You wanted this to be official, correct?”
Bella nodded. “I want to only go by this name.”
Flax smiled, “Alright! In that case, I, Flax, leader of Dawningclan, call upon—Aspen and Faiththorn’s warrior ancestors—” Faith, Lichenstreak, Bella, Harepaw, and Redkit all laughed at that. “—to look down on this apprentice. She understands the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn.”
“Bella, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
She nodded, and meowed, “I do.”
“Then, I give you your warrior name. Bella, from this moment on you will be known as Paleice. We honor your initiative, curiosity, and skill at hunting. We welcome you as a full warrior of Dawningclan.”
This time, the cheers were louder and more enthusiastic. Paleice grinned, looking around and eventually settling on Harepaw, who walked over and affectionately bumped their head against hers.
Aspenecho felt a purr erupt in his throat. This really was beginning to feel like a clan.
Event: Milo (officially) changes his name to Lichenstreak! Paleice becomes a warrior!
“Well, you’re a clan cat. According to the stories, clan cats don’t usually leave their territory—let alone their clan permanently! So, there had to be something about your clan that made you leave.”
Faiththorn paused for a moment. It was sunhigh, a perfect time for a nap, not for stressors like this! Urgh, I’m too old for stupid kit questions.
She averted her gaze and noticed Flax and that new cat looking at her and Bella. They were beside the fallen log, the one they’d been using as a meeting spot. Bella turned her head to look too, which Flax responded by motioning them over with his paw.
Bella was quick to arise. The young cat still could get up without issue. Faiththorn wasn’t so lucky, taking a moment to hoist herself up, letting out a grunt as she did so.
They hobbled over to greet the now 3 cats by the log. The new gray cat seemed awfully excited for some reason. As she joined them, Bella broke the silence, asking, “What’s going on?”
“Well, I thought I would have a meeting with everyone, as we’re having a new cat join us. Faiththorn, do you know if Aspenecho and Milo are here? Or are they still out hunting?”
Faiththorn didn’t pause to think, simply tilting her head over towards the bushes and shouted, “ASPEN! MILO! ARE YOU THERE?”
The call startled the newcomer, which she didn’t need to see as the loud jingle from the bell against their blue collar indicated a quick jolt. What was their name again?
Shortly after, an annoyed yowl cried back, “WHAT? YOU WOKE UP REDKIT!”
Aspenecho, eyes bleary from being jolted awake, popped his head out from the bushes. As their body emerged from the shadows, a bouncy red kitten ran out from under the legs of the lanky wildcat.
He tottered over as Redkit began to do his usual laps around the sink. Stars above, that kit has so much energy. Shortly after, Milo also crept out from under the bush, and teetered towards the gathering cats. He let out an annoyed groan, “What do you want???”
Flax was about to sink into himself. The newcomer was puzzled. He squeaked out, “Umm… Faiththorn, what I wanted to say was important, but it could’ve waited.”
She shrugged, “Well, now we’ve got everyone. So, you can spit it out.”
“Alright,” He sighed.
“Well, for a while it was just me here, then it was you, Aspenecho, and Redkit. Then Bella and Milo joined last moon cycle, and now, since a few days ago, we have them,” he motioned towards the gray cat, “And well, they want to join our little group.”
Milo piped up, “That’s great and all, but what’s so important that we need to have a meeting about it? You didn’t have a meeting like this for me.”
Bella continued, “Yeah, there’s got to be more to this.”
Flax growled, “If you let me continue, I could explain.” He glared at the two who interrupted his little speech. They fell silent.
“Well, they want to change their name. That was their whole reason for leaving the life of a kittypet because others wouldn’t accept them—"
“That makes two.”
“Shut up, Milo!”
“Thanks Bella… and that gave me the idea… we could make this group we have an official clan! You wouldn’t have to change your name if you don’t want to, but they could.”
Faiththorn’s fur raised, “Are you serious?”
“Course I am! Wouldn’t it be nice to have your own clan to live in again?”
“He’s got a point,” Aspenecho inched towards her. “Having a clan to surround and love Redkit would be best for him.”
“You said my name!” Redkit bounced over, “What are you guys talking about?”
Faiththorn started, raising her paw to slowly push him away, “It’s none of your—”
“Flax wants to start a clan!” the newcomer meowed excitedly.
Redkit leaped over Faiththorn’s paw, and went over towards Flax, “Really? That sounds so cool! Like unkie Aspen’s talked about? I want to join! Can I join? Can I join?!”
“Of course you can!” Aspenecho purred, “I’d love to join a new clan too!”
“Yay!”
“You told him the stories?” Faith hissed quietly, glaring at the light gray tom.
“Only the basics…”
“Why not?” Bella piped in.
“You don’t know anything about this situation.”
Grumbling, Bella retorted, “I think I do.”
“No, you—”
“Are we in agreement? To make this a clan?” Flax meowed, interrupting their whispering match. The Newcomer, Redkit, and Milo, were also staring at the three.
Milo piped up again, “Feels like a bit of a commitment, but I don’t have anything specifically against the idea.”
Aspen meowed, “There likely wouldn’t be any big changes, not at first, at least. So don’t worry about it.” Turning to Flax, “I’d be glad to help you run a clan as your deputy, if you’d accept my help.”
“Wait, you want me to lead? I didn’t say that!”
The Newcomer noted, “Well, it was your idea. Why wouldn’t you be the leader?”
“And you’ve been doing a lot of the running of this little group already,” Aspenecho continued.
“I—guess you’re right. Yeah, I could be leader.”
Redkit meowed, “You’d be a cool leader!”
“Thanks, kiddo!”
Milo meowed, “so that makes me, them, Flax, Aspenecho, and Redkit. Bella, are you in?” She nodded, and inched closer to them.
“Faiththorn?”
Aspenecho gave her an encouraging smile. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”
Her eyes darted between him and Redkit. The kit’s smile was wide, and he was wiggling with excitement. Maybe this is what Starclan meant.
She took a deep breath before nodding.
“So it’s settled! Welcome Harepaw to—‘undecided name’ Clan.” Redkit giggled at that. Flax continued, “We’ll work on names later. But welcome everyone!”
Babe help I made my whole ass English final about my stupid ass wolf ocs.
It's 19 fucking pages, 4000+ words.
My longest ever essay before this was 11 pages and that was waaaay too much for an 11th grade English assignment. I know it's college now but we were expected to do 3-5 pages.
Anyways these were the two family trees I made for it... to show my progression over the last 7 years (2016 to 2023), or 11 years old to 18 years old.
“Well, you’re a clan cat. According to the stories, clan cats don’t usually leave their territory—let alone their clan permanently! So, there had to be something about your clan that made you leave.”
Faiththorn paused for a moment. It was sunhigh, a perfect time for a nap, not for stressors like this! Urgh, I’m too old for stupid kit questions.
She averted her gaze and noticed Flax and that new cat looking at her and Bella. They were beside the fallen log, the one they’d been using as a meeting spot. Bella turned her head to look too, which Flax responded by motioning them over with his paw.
Bella was quick to arise. The young cat still could get up without issue. Faiththorn wasn’t so lucky, taking a moment to hoist herself up, letting out a grunt as she did so.
They hobbled over to greet the now 3 cats by the log. The new gray cat seemed awfully excited for some reason. As she joined them, Bella broke the silence, asking, “What’s going on?”
“Well, I thought I would have a meeting with everyone, as we’re having a new cat join us. Faiththorn, do you know if Aspenecho and Milo are here? Or are they still out hunting?”
Faiththorn didn’t pause to think, simply tilting her head over towards the bushes and shouted, “ASPEN! MILO! ARE YOU THERE?”
The call startled the newcomer, which she didn’t need to see as the loud jingle from the bell against their blue collar indicated a quick jolt. What was their name again?
Shortly after, an annoyed yowl cried back, “WHAT? YOU WOKE UP REDKIT!”
Aspenecho, eyes bleary from being jolted awake, popped his head out from the bushes. As their body emerged from the shadows, a bouncy red kitten ran out from under the legs of the lanky wildcat.
He tottered over as Redkit began to do his usual laps around the sink. Stars above, that kit has so much energy. Shortly after, Milo also crept out from under the bush, and teetered towards the gathering cats. He let out an annoyed groan, “What do you want???”
Flax was about to sink into himself. The newcomer was puzzled. He squeaked out, “Umm… Faiththorn, what I wanted to say was important, but it could’ve waited.”
She shrugged, “Well, now we’ve got everyone. So, you can spit it out.”
“Alright,” He sighed.
“Well, for a while it was just me here, then it was you, Aspenecho, and Redkit. Then Bella and Milo joined last moon cycle, and now, since a few days ago, we have them,” he motioned towards the gray cat, “And well, they want to join our little group.”
Milo piped up, “That’s great and all, but what’s so important that we need to have a meeting about it? You didn’t have a meeting like this for me.”
Bella continued, “Yeah, there’s got to be more to this.”
Flax growled, “If you let me continue, I could explain.” He glared at the two who interrupted his little speech. They fell silent.
“Well, they want to change their name. That was their whole reason for leaving the life of a kittypet because others wouldn’t accept them—"
“That makes two.”
“Shut up, Milo!”
“Thanks Bella… and that gave me the idea… we could make this group we have an official clan! You wouldn’t have to change your name if you don’t want to, but they could.”
Faiththorn’s fur raised, “Are you serious?”
“Course I am! Wouldn’t it be nice to have your own clan to live in again?”
“He’s got a point,” Aspenecho inched towards her. “Having a clan to surround and love Redkit would be best for him.”
“You said my name!” Redkit bounced over, “What are you guys talking about?”
Faiththorn started, raising her paw to slowly push him away, “It’s none of your—”
“Flax wants to start a clan!” the newcomer meowed excitedly.
Redkit leaped over Faiththorn’s paw, and went over towards Flax, “Really? That sounds so cool! Like unkie Aspen’s talked about? I want to join! Can I join? Can I join?!”
“Of course you can!” Aspenecho purred, “I’d love to join a new clan too!”
“Yay!”
“You told him the stories?” Faith hissed quietly, glaring at the light gray tom.
“Only the basics…”
“Why not?” Bella piped in.
“You don’t know anything about this situation.”
Grumbling, Bella retorted, “I think I do.”
“No, you—”
“Are we in agreement? To make this a clan?” Flax meowed, interrupting their whispering match. The Newcomer, Redkit, and Milo, were also staring at the three.
Milo piped up again, “Feels like a bit of a commitment, but I don’t have anything specifically against the idea.”
Aspen meowed, “There likely wouldn’t be any big changes, not at first, at least. So don’t worry about it.” Turning to Flax, “I’d be glad to help you run a clan as your deputy, if you’d accept my help.”
“Wait, you want me to lead? I didn’t say that!”
The Newcomer noted, “Well, it was your idea. Why wouldn’t you be the leader?”
“And you’ve been doing a lot of the running of this little group already,” Aspenecho continued.
“I—guess you’re right. Yeah, I could be leader.”
Redkit meowed, “You’d be a cool leader!”
“Thanks, kiddo!”
Milo meowed, “so that makes me, them, Flax, Aspenecho, and Redkit. Bella, are you in?” She nodded, and inched closer to them.
“Faiththorn?”
Aspenecho gave her an encouraging smile. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”
Her eyes darted between him and Redkit. The kit’s smile was wide, and he was wiggling with excitement. Maybe this is what Starclan meant.
She took a deep breath before nodding.
“So it’s settled! Welcome Harepaw to—‘undecided name’ Clan.” Redkit giggled at that. Flax continued, “We’ll work on names later. But welcome everyone!”
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