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Oh...Dovewhisker....

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StrikeClan - Moon 21

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I was hoping for some moments with the babies, but no such luck.

I TOTALLY MISSED THAT THIS HAPPENED?? Apparently she's had a broken bone for 3 moons oops

Go my silly gooooo

This was a cute moment, Mintpaw is definitely looking like a -storm lol

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Blazedawn's 9 Lives

Blazedawn threw once last glance over her shoulder, gazing over her clan as she exited. Her new deputy, Slatefur, gave her a solid nod. Bluelight's body laid stiff in the clearing, Greyclaw and Flaxclaw buried in his fur. Flaxclaw's eyes met her's, and there was a brief gleam in them of something dark, before it was gone in an instant. Blazedawn shook out her pelt.

Emberstar should be here. At least her body so I can pay respects. She thought sadly, her mind wandering to her daughter Pipitstorm rushing into camp claiming the leader had tripped and fallen into the gorge.

"Should I come with you?" A small voice squeaked behind her. She turned to see Nightpaw, Lightleaf's new apprentice. Lightleaf certainly gets over death quick. Blazedawn gently shook her head.

"You should take care of your clanmates. I'll be ok." She ruffled his head, waving her tail as she continued on. Her paws scaled the familiar rocks, strength rippling through her pelt. The moon hung high in the sky, bathing the territory in brilliant light.

The stars are calling. The wind tickled her ears as she scaled the cliffs. Finally, she arrived at the Moonhollow. Her paws dipped into the ones that had been left before, heart pounding. This was everything she ever wanted.

Welcome. Welcome. She heard the wind. Steeling herself, she lowered her nose to the cool stone, plunging into darkness.

When she awoke, she was in starry landscape.

"Welcome, Blazedawn." One voice and several voices spoke at once.

She was surprised that Bluelight appeared first. He smirked at her.

"So, you made it." He chuffed, like he was talking to a kit.

"Troublesome kit." Blazedawn chuckled warmly at him. He stepped forward, stretching up to touch his nose to her head.

"With this life, I give you patience. Look before you leap, would ya?"

Blazedawn's claws slid out to ground herself as white hot pain filled her bones. She was left gasping and panting as Bluelight stepped away.

"My turn, my turn!" A little white apprentice bounced up. Blazedawn recognized him as Egretpaw, Willowpaw's brother. His face was scrunched with focus as she leaned down.

"With this life, I give you perspective." He said seriously. "Look beyond your own borders." He recited before stepping back.

"Alright, fuzzball, my turn." A cocky voice said as the starry form of Mintstorm stepped up.

"I always looked up to you, ya know." He grinned. Blazedawn thought back fondly of showing off her moves to him as an apprentice.

"With this life, I give you strength. Use it to serve your clan well." Blazedawn felt a rush of energy through her, harsh winds blowing through her fur. She felt like she could fight a pack of wolves, if it meant keeping StrikeClan safe.

Blazedawn cocked her head as a black tom stepped up.

"I don't know you." She gazed at him. The tom smiled.

"My name is Flintstorm, but StrikeClan knew me as Flintpaw. I lived and died shortly before your time." He explained.

"You don't look like a -paw." She commented. He dipped his head.

"Those of us who die young are allowed to age and train as if we were alive." He said solemnly.

"How did you die?" She blurted out. Flintstorm shook his head, instead stepping up to touch his nose to her head.

"With this life, I give you instincts. Trust your gut, it will guide you in the right direction." Flashes of her clanmates faces played in her head, Flaxclaw's gleaming gaze, Silverstorm's bloody claws. She trembled as he stepped back.

A black tortieshell tom stepped up, dipping his head.

"Greetings, my name is Strikestar." He mewed. Blazedawn's breath caught in her throat. The Strikestar? Founder of StrikeClan?

"I have been watching you closely, which is why I am here to bestow you two lives." He stepped forward.

"With these lives, I give you mercy and ruthlessness. These two go paw in paw, a delicate balance, a dance of life and death. Use them well." Blazedawn felt the slash of claws on her throat, before the cooling pressure of cobwebs and herbs. She gasped, eyes snapping open as Strikestar stepped away.

There was a pause where no cat stepped up. Blazedawn glanced around, confused.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to follow me for your final lives." Strikestar waved his tail. Curiously, she followed him, gazing with awe as they passed the greenery. She paused.

"What is that?" She asked, as they stood in front of a swathe of dark trees.

"Your next life." Strikestar said, stepping back. The shrubs rustled, and Blazedawn felt fury.

Silverstorm stepped out, her pelt swathed in darkness and mud.

"Why are you here?" Blazedawn snarled, tail lashing. Instead of getting angry, her mothers eyes shimmered with regret.

"Oh...oh my precious kit..."

"Don't." Blazedawn hissed. Silverstorm stepped closer, hissing as her paw accidently crossed the border, pulling back.

"Blazedawn...i'm sorry. I'm so, sorry." She whispered. "If I knew what I was doing to you...to StrikeClan....I would have changed."

"You killed Mintstorm and Bluelight!" She snarled. Silverstorm winced.

"I thought...I thought what I was doing was right. You have to understand, It was like I woke up, for a moment. I'm sorry. I did not fight StarClan when they sent me here. This is the fate I deserve. Just please...let me do one thing for you." Silverstorm begged. Blazedawn gritted her teeth, before she glanced at Strikestar.

Mercy.

Mercy?! She doesn't deserve....

She's your mother.

The argument played through her mind. Her gaze slid back to her mother. Her paws carried her forward.

"With this life, I give you forgiveness. Forgiveness is just as sharp as a claw." Silverstorm shook as she touched her nose to Blazedawn's head. Blazedawn stepped back, gazing at her, before she dipped her head. Silverstorm gasped, gaze sliding behind her. Blazedawn turned, seeing a cat who looked exactly like her.

"Dawnfoot." The name rolled off her tongue like she had been saying it for years. Here was the cat that had caused her so much grief before she was even born, who's legacy she had been trying to escape for so long.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Blazedawn." Dawnfoot stepped forward.

"I'm so proud of you. I'm sorry you felt like you had something to prove. It should have never have happened. If you'll allow me, i'd like to give you a life."

Blazedawn had pictured this moment many times. She had expected to yell, to be angry, to cry. But all she could do was nod.

"With this life, I give you ambition. Do not lose your spark." Fire blazed through her veins, heart pounding with determination.

"Thank you." She whispered. Dawnfoot smiled as she stepped back.

"Mom." She added. Dawnfoot purred.

"I look forward to getting to know you when you join us here." She said, stepping away and towards Silverstorm.

"I said everything I needed to say at your trial. But...i'm happy you've showed up for our kit today." She murmured.

"Ready for your last one?" A familiar voice rang out.

"Emberstar!" Blazedawn purred as she bumped her head against the smaller leader.

"I'm sorry that you lost all your lives that...that couldn't have been easy." She mewed sympathetically.

"My death was no accident." Emberstar mewed evenly. Shock coursed through Blazedawn.

"What?! Were...were you murdered??" She gasped. Emberstar didn't say anything, merely stepping forward and stretching up to touch her nose to her forehead.

"With your last life, I give you a life for endurance in the face of hardship. You will need it in the coming moons." Emberstar's words were ominous.

"Congratulations, Blazedawn, your old life is no more. You shall now be known as Blazestar, and StrikeClan is now in your care. Serve them fair, and serve them well."

Blazestar.

It felt so right. She almost cried.

"But wait Emberstar please...were you murdered? You need to tell me!" Blazestar pleaded. Emberstar shook her head, her eyes beginning to glow.

"Long ago, we delivered a prophecy." She spoke with multiple voices.

"Beware the son with a pelt of black."

"W...what? You mean Nightpaw?!" Blazestar replied incredulously.

"We were wrong. This prophecy caused Flintstorm's death and Lightleaf's breakdown. We will speak to her." The stars spoke.

"The savior with the pelt of black will quell the rising river."

"Wait! Wait! What does it mean? River? Emberstar??" Blazestar called out before she was plunged back in front of the Moonhollow. Her mind swirled with everything she had learned. She shook her head. She could worry about that later. StrikeClan needed her, their leader.

Their Blazestar.

It's always a great feeling to see a character's arc play out exactly like you envisioned. I had her nine lives ceremony planned the second she became deputy. Go Blazestar wooo! Here's a recap of her lives:

Bluelight - Patience

Egretpaw - Perspective

Mintstorm - Strength

Flintstorm - Instincts

Strikestar - Ruthlessness

Strikestar - Mercy

Silverstorm - Forgiveness

Dawnfoot - Ambition

Emberstar - Endurance

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StrikeClan - Year 4 Recap

Moon 37:

Dovepaw -> Dovewhisker (Traits: Bold & Renowned Hunter)

Moon 38:

Sparkfur retires. Rest up, old gal!

Lightleaf gifts Rainpaw a pink flower

Stonedusk and Palepaw find a loner named Flax with her two kittens, Grey and Blue.

Stonedusk comes out as a trans female!

Moon 39:

Rainpaw -> Rainstorm (Traits: Adventurous, Eloquent Speaker & Natural Intuition)

Palepaw -> Palethroat (Traits: Charismatic, Great Speaker & Great Kitsitter)

Moon 40:

Blazedawn tells her brother Cloudfall that she is expecting Morelshade's kits.

Moon 41:

Something isn't right. Stonedusk awakes in the middle of the night, slipping out of the den to see Flaxclaw talking with a vicious looking rouge.

This rouge's name is Foxbane, and he is her mate and the father of Greykit and Bluekit.

They talk about using the kits for Flaxclaw to get accepted easier.

Moon 42:

Blazedawn and Morelshade's kits are here, and its one molly, who Blazedawn names Pipitkit.

Deerstep and Cloudfall are instantly enthralled.

Morelshade is hesitant.

Moon 43:

Mistface celebrates a well-earned retirement.

To no ones surprise, Emberstar names Blazedawn the new deputy

Rainstorm and Ashheart get attacked by rats.

Craneclaw and Morelshade are now mates!

Craneclaw tells her loner friend Bagel all about it.

Moon 44:

SILVERSTORM MURDERS MINTSTORM THATS MY FUCKING SON WHY

Bluekit -> Bluepaw (Mentor: Lightleaf. Traits: Ambitious & Avid Play-Fighter)

Greykit -> Greypaw (Mentor: Slatefur. Traits: Daring & Avid Play-Fighter)

Rainstorm recovers from the rat attack.

Stonedusk finds two abandoned kits and she and Ashheart adopt them as their own. A light grey molly named Willowkit, and a white tom named Egretkit.

Moon 45:

Blazedawn and Bluepaw go out on a herb patrol. Needless to say, they don't get along.

Slatefur shows Greypaw important territory landmarks. Greypaw relays all of this to Flaxclaw.

Craneclaw, Deerstep and Stonedusk steal prey from ClawClan.

Later on, Doverwhisker and Palethroat mock the ClawClan patrol that comes to investigate.

Moon 46:

Craneclaw tells Morelshade she's expecting!

Morelshade comes out as non-binary. We stan.

Moon 47:

Bluepaw receives a prophecy from StarClan: "Beware the son with a pelt of black."

He tells Lightleaf who is...less than kind about it.

I'll tell ya'll since we got some new people: Lightleaf received this same prophecy that influenced her to kill Flintpaw and her downwards spiral.

Ashheart gets greencough

Moon 48:

Piptkit -> Pipitpaw (Mentor: Ashheart. I forgor to write down her traits, oops.)

Ashheart is better!

Craneclaw and Morelshade's kits are here! Two boys, Nightkit & Fallowkit!

Pipitpaw gets attacked by rats

Greypaw's leg is mangled by a wolverine.

Aaannd thats a wrap! Thanks to everyone who followed or commented or sent asks!

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StrikeClan - Moon 35

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Nothing happened this moon other than the war with RiftClan ending, so I did something i've wanted to do for a hot second and drew the whole clan! So 120 layers later, here we are! I also figured out a better looking moss on the rocks mid drawing lol. Some close ups below!

Ashheart, Stonedusk, Rainpaw, Palepaw & Dovepaw

Emberstar and Mistface!

Lightleaf and Deerstep!

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StrikeClan - Moon 44

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I AM. SO. MAD. SILVERSTORM YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!

I mean the favs are always gonna die eventually but you never want to see them go so early...my bastard boy,,,,

BUT OTHER THINGS HAPPENED TOO IT WAS A BIG MOON

Other events:

Bluekit -> Bluepaw, Lightleaf's apprentice (Traits: Ambitious, Avid play-fighter)

Greykit -> Greypaw, Slatefur's apprentice (Traits: Daring, Avid play-fighter)

Rainstorm is recovered from the rats

AshStone adopts babies!! A light grey molly named Willowkit, and a white tom named Egretkit :)

Read the fic of this moon's events below!

It was a relatively quiet night. Rainstorm was out, stretching his legs after he and Ashheart had gotten attacked by rats last moon. Thank StarClan that's over. I hope Ashheart gets better soon. Rainstorm thought with a sigh of relief.

He took a moment to observe the camp. The sun was just barely peaking over the rocky hills, and he puffed out his fur as a warm breeze blew, closing his blue eyes.

Then a scream ripped him from his bliss.

"YOU'VE KILLED HIM!" A voice yelled from the Warrior's den. Rainstorm quickly scrambled over to the den, heart pounding. Who? Who had killed who? What was going on?

The sight made his blood run cold.

Mintstorm, his older half-brother, laid in a pool of blood, the collar around his neck torn and his throat sliced open, blood staining the moss nest below. An enraged Dovewhisker had a bewildered looking Silverstorm pinned, the elder's claws stained scarlet.

Did she...?

"What happened?" He blurted out, eyes wide.

"This sorry sack of shit killed my brother! She murdered him! Murderer!" Dovewhisker screeched. Rainstorm had never seen her so angry.

"Who's dead? Is ClawClan here? What's going on?" Emberstar demanded as she charged into the den.

"Mom!" Dovewhisker wailed, stepping off of Silverstorm and burying her face into her chest.

"No." Was all Emberstar could whisper as her gaze landed on Mintstorm's body.

"What. Did. You. DO?" Blazedawn snarled at Silverstorm.

"I..I did it...I stopped Sparkfur..." Silverstorm replied softly, eyes glazed over.

"You flea-ridden piece of sh-!" Dovewhisker turned to spit at her, only for Emberstar to quiet her.

"She doesn't know." Emberstar whispered. Dovewhisker hissed.

"Fuck that, mom! She killed Mintstorm!"

"You and I both know..." Emberstar swallowed, tears in her eyes.

"...that she's not aware of her surroundings." She finished, pulling Dovewhisker closer.

"Mom..? Mom...come on..." Cloudfall gently nudged Silverstorm to her feet and led her out. Silverstorm stopped, gazing at Blazedawn.

"Dawnfoot..? I did it. I stopped her. You can live now." She wheezed at her. Blazedawn shook with silent fury, claws sliding out.

"Get. Out." Was all she said. Cloudfall gently pushed Silverstorm out. They were now left with Mintstorm's lifeless body.

"Where's your sister?" Emberstar asked Dovewhisker quietly. Rainstorm glanced around, realizing that Stonedusk wasn't here.

"Maybe she's visiting Ashheart..?" Deerstep suggested quietly.

"No, I didn't see her in the healers den this morning." Rainstorm confirmed.

"I can go look for her, if you'd like." He added. With a nod from his leader, Rainstorm trotted out, shaken. Sure, he had heard stories of war and death, but to see his own clanmate, dead in his nest...

He shook out his pelt, gathering himself. He was about halfway to the RiftClan border when he spotted her, and two little bundles.

"Stonedusk!" He called out to her. She waved her tail for him to lower his voice. He crept closer, tilting his head.

"Are they yours?" He whispered, gazing down at the light grey kit and the white kit in her paws. Stonedusk shook her head.

"I found them...they need help." She whispered, gazing at them fondly.

"Stonedusk..." Rainstorm swallowed. How could he ruin this moment for her?

"It's...It's Mintstorm." He said quietly.

"What did he do this time?" She asked, a little amused.

"He's dead."

Silence.

Silence.

And then, Stonedusk threw her head back and let out a horrible wail, the two kits at her paws squirming with little mewls of protest. She trembled, tears splashing onto the dirt below.

"A life for a life..." She whispered, tears pouring down her face.

"He would have been...such a good uncle...my babies...they won't ever meet him..." She sobbed.

"I know. I know." Rainstorm murmured, feeling a little out of his element.

"...can I help you carry one?" He said after a moment. Still crying, she nodded, angling her ears to the light grey one.

"W..Willowkit..." She cried. He nodded, gently scooping up the kit, who was still mewling. He let Stonedusk lean on his shoulder as they stumbled back to camp.

The camp, despite the horrible event, had fallen into a solemn silence. Mintstorm's body had been laid out, petals scattered around his still form. Rainstorm still half expected him to wake up and snap at them for crowding him. It still didn't feel real.

"You." Lightleaf's voice rang out. Rainstorm paused, before realizing the healer was talking to Bluekit. The tom had been inspecting the body curiously, more intrigued then anything else.

"What?" He squeaked at her.

"I'm picking you. Come." Lightleaf gave little to no explanation, her gaze just as flat as her tone.

"Picking me..? For what?" He squeaked again.

"Bluepaw. My apprentice. Come on." She jerked her head, seemingly undisturbed by her son's corpse laying in front of her. Emberstar glanced up, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, little one. I know you two deserve proper ceremonies...but..." She blinked mistily.

"Slatefur. Will you mentor Greypaw?" She murmured. The grey tom nodded, touching noses with the new apprentice before he ushered her out of camp.

Rainstorm helped Stonedusk hobble up to her family, gently setting down the kits. Emberstar gazed at the kits.

"Oh...oh my precious..." Emberstar wept, pulling Stonedusk into the embrace she shared with Dovewhisker. Rainstorm stepped back, letting the family have their moment. Silently, he slid over to his brother Palethroat, leaning on him as they prepared for the vigil.

"I've never seen Dovewhisker like that." Palethroat whispered to him. Rainstorm nodded in agreement.

"I'd be the same way if I lost you." He nudged his shoulder gently. Palethroat let out a short purr, as the brothers settled to honor Mintstorm's life.

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StrikeClan - Moon 36

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Annnd that's a wrap on Year 3! Mintstorm gets a new accessory and isn't very thrilled. Also what are hands. How hands?

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StrikeClan - Moon 31

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My life is over I can't believe this I looked at Stonedusk's relationship's and he's!! In love!! With fucking!! ASHHEART!!! MY SHIPPP NOOOO I WAS SO INTO SLATESTONE PLEASE (also look at tiny Slatefur i'm so pleased) I made an attempt to make the background look more alive, also I hadn't drawn the silly in awhile, so she gets a back view lol

Anyways now to what's relevant: Dovepaw! This is the kit of Emberstar and Lightleaf, so she's being mentor by her big brother! I think this is another attempt by Emberstar to mellow him out. Dovepaw looks up to her whole family alot, its cute. She's also close with her half-siblings, Rainkit and Palekit. Dovepaw's traits are strict and moss-ball hunter!

Craneclaw and Partridgelotus also had events this moon, which is told in fic form because ya'll voted that it was ok! Read it here!

I'll let you know right now, Patridgelotus was renamed to Firspots, but then died immediately. Ya'll really didn't get to know her nor was she very impactful, but I wanted to mention it since I don't think it's being drawn.