May 6, 2022
A Visitor
A ginger and white tom is found at the border.
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A Visitor
A ginger and white tom is found at the border.
Shoei House / Hearth Architects
Story of Greatness
Boulderstar was watching some of the kits to give the queens a rest, watching as the nine balls of energetic fluff ran around and played. One kit padded up to him.
“Boulderstar?” The tom kit looked up at his uncle. “Why do you have those claw marks on your face?”
“Well, Beetlekit.” Boulderstar began, looking at his sister’s kit and the curiosity in those eyes. “There was a big dangerous dog near camp long before you kits were born. I was closest and attacked it to try and drive it away.”
“Whoa!” Beetlekit’s eyes light up. “Did you win?”
“Of course he did!” Squeaked Kestralkit as she ran over. “My daddy would never lose to some dog!”
Boulderstar chuckled softly at his only daughter. “Yes. I did successfully chase off the dog. And then Starclan declared me Boulderstar, first leader of our lovely Grottoclan.”
“Yay! Boulderstar!” Kestralkit cheered, soon echoed by Beetlekit.
Grottoclan update
From this point in my Grottoclan Warrior Cats series onward, I have Seasons. So, I will be updating how I rotate through the clans, along with when gatherings happen. Basically, time will progress slower, and there will be more opportunities to grow or shrink the clans, as well as more opportunities for budding romances.
If you’d like to see what stories I can come up with with just a cat’s appearance, age and possibly a sentence about them, feel free to send me cat descriptions. Also, please specify their orientation because I will randomize it if you don’t.
Also, if you have any suggestions for an actual title for this series, please leave a comment. There’s 3 other clans in this story now, so referring to it as my Grottoclan series is kinda inaccurate.
Gathering
“Roseclan is proud to announce that we now have a medicine cat!” Foxstar reported to the gathering of cats, gesturing with his tail to the white molly on the stump. “We’re very fortunate to have Lightwing as a member of Roseclan.”
“That’s wonderful to hear, Foxstar.” Boulderstar smiled. “Perhaps Whiteear may show Lightwing the moon stones so that she may connect with Starclan as well. Surely, you’d love to be brought there one day yourself to earn the 3 lives of a leader.”
“Wait... 3?” Lightwing looked up at the Grottoclan leader. “Starclan gives leaders 9 lives.”
“They stopped doing that recently.” Whiteear explained. “Makes things easier for the grand storyteller.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Unexpected Fury
Whiteear opens her eyes back in the Starry sand of the Starclan hunting grounds. The dark brown tabby Burrstorm was standing before her.
“What have you done?!” He hissed.
Rue Finally Leaves the Barn!
Gingerrunner stood by the Roseclan border, letting the leaffall breeze blow through her short fur. Brown eyes scanned the forest beyond for any signs of that beautiful molly Gingerrunner hoped to see.
Rustling bushes caused the ginger molly’s ears to perk. A yowl of fear reached her ears and caused dread to sink in her stomach like a stone as the dark ginger tom burst from the bushes, the scent of dog on his fur.
“Help!” Rue cried as he raced over to the ginger molly. He seemed to have escaped the dog, if that was what he was running from. “Th-there’s a dog! I-It chased me from the barn!”
“Hey hey, calm down, buddy.” Gingerrunner rolled her eyes. “The beast seems to have given up the chase.” She sighed and gave a flick of her ear. “But if your home isn’t safe, you should probably go somewhere else.”
The ginger molly paused as she got an idea, excitement pricking at her paws. “And I think I know just the place for you to go.”
Brindled Mouse?
After being told of his task by Whiteear, Brindlestream had gone to the medicine den to grab a few beetles. He was so focused on making sure his leaf bundle had everything he needed, he hadn’t noticed when leaves rustled behind him as he was joined by a tabby tom.
“Preparing for a trip?” Mousepaw asked, drawing the tortoiseshell tom’s attention.
Brindlestream looked to his friend and nodded. “Whiteear has asked me to accompany Stone back to Sunclan’s camp to provide aid.”
“Are you planning to stay there?” The yellow tabby’s voice cracked slightly as the question escaped his lips.
“Potentially.” Brindlestream nodded. “At least until they have an established medicine cat to take my place.”
“Th-then I’ll come with you!” Mousepaw declared.
“Are you sure?” Brindlestream looked into the tabby’s brown eyes. “You came to Grottoclan for Rave-”
“Sparrowstorm came here for Ravenpelt.” Mousepaw corrected. “I came to accompany her for the journey. Now... she’s gone...” Sadness glimmered in his eyes a moment, before being replaced with determination. “But I still have you. And Sunclan is closer to twolegplace, right? Slightwhisper could show up there before Grottoclan.”
Brindlestream looked at his friend and couldn’t help but admire his loyalty and determination. “Then I’d be delighted to have you accompany me for my mission.”