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Sep 4, 2025

Moon 22 pt 2 FINAL

Leaf-bare

A/N: I just started a new job and it’s rough y’all, I’m gonna update even slower so just bear with me 🥲

It was early evening when Snowspeckle slipped into the warrior’s den, tail low and voice rasping from her lingering cough.

“You’re on border patrol. Be ready to leave soon.”

Ottersplash lifted his head from his nest, where he’d spent the day doing little more than staring at the wall. He’d ignored the dinner calls, surviving instead on his shrinking stash of dried fish. His muscles ached from idleness, his body weak, yet when he stood he swayed as though he’d been running all day.

“Where?” His voice was thick, stiff from disuse.

“You and Shadowdive are checking the abandoned nest, then south along the twoleg border.” She gave him a wide berth as he padded past, as though afraid their pelts might brush.

He gave her a flat look. “You’re kidding me.”

Her tail twitched, gaze sharp. “We have to move forward. It’s time you resolved things with Shadowdive and return to warrior duties.”

A hiss escaped between his teeth. “Not like I just lost my brother.”

Snowspeckle’s hackles rose. “Don’t get self-righteous with me. I lost my son. But we’ve still got a whole clan to keep breathing, we can’t lie down and die.”

Like him, went unsaid. But he still felt it.

Cold wind stirred the air between them, heavy with unspoken words. Ottersplash broke away first, head lowered but eyes soft, leaving her in the darkening camp.

Across the clearing, Shadowdive emerged from the kitchen, his fur still warm with steam. He set a small bowl in front of his old apprentice without a word.

Ottersplash rolled his eyes. “I ate earlier.”

“Don’t care. It’s freezing out there. May even snow soon.” Shadowdive’s voice was gruff, shoulders squared like stone.

Ottersplash sighed but ate anyway. The fish-head stew was thick and rich, mackerel cheek and mushrooms heavy on his tongue. His favorite. Mallowstripe must’ve known he’d be sent out tonight. The thought tightened something in his chest. He shoved it down.

Shadowdive said nothing, only sat nearby, watching the tide pools stir with the last of the light.

When Ottersplash finished, he pushed the bowl aside and rose. “We should go. It’ll be dark soon.”

They left together, cutting through the icy air toward the abandoned nest. Shadowdive angled himself to the wind’s side, bracing the brunt of the gusts with his thicker pelt. Ottersplash quickened his pace, a restless eagerness to return to his nest.

The ground crunched beneath their paws, frost stiffening the soil.

“I’m surprised it hasn’t snowed yet,” Ottersplash muttered, startling himself as much as Shadowdive.

The older tom faltered mid-step, then recovered. “Yeah. Dropletpaw says it’ll be a dry but bitter leaf-bare.”

Ottersplash only hummed in response. As they neared the nest, silence settled heavier. The memories here stung them both — neither spoke of the rat attack. Shadowdive leapt onto a pile of rubble to scan the ground while Ottersplash slipped beneath a fallen beam, marking the borders.

“Anything?” Shadowdive called.

“Nothing,” Ottersplash answered, though prey-scent clung faintly to the ruins. Taking a moment to note what he scented and where for future hunts, the action like second nature to him now.

He opened his mouth to call again when a whisper slid through his mind like cold water:

Thistle is a caretaker. You should let her know what you noticed.

He stiffened, fur pricking. He didn’t want to talk with Thistle or anyone else. All he wanted was to go back to staring at the cave wall. He shook his head to clear his thoughts when the new scent hit him — sharp, fresh, feline. His tail flicked.

“Wait. Got something.” He dropped into a crouch, signing his assessment with one paw. “A cat. Recent. Heading south.”

Shadowdive joined him, silent and steady. Together they slipped along the winding trail, weaving through shadow like ghosts.

They found her in a clearing just past the treeline: a massive molly, orange pelt glowing like fire in the dusk. She sat sprawled across the dry grass, scratching lazily at her chest.

Ottersplash’s growl broke the quiet. “This is SaltClan territory! State your business or leave!”

The stranger glanced up, icy eyes lidded and unbothered. “I know,” she said, matter-of-fact. “I came looking for the clans. I wanna join.”

Ottersplash blinked, thrown. He darted a glance at Shadowdive, who was circling wide to cut her off from the camp. Her gaze followed.

“You the leader?” she asked him casually.

“No,” Shadowdive said at last, studying her size and weight, both impressive. “But I can take you to her. Why do you want to join?”

“Better deal than where I was.” She shrugged, unbothered.

“Explain.” Ottersplash pressed, though his stance loosened.

“I was with some other strays,” she said. “Decent sized group. One day our little leader thinks I’m his mate. I told him I wasn’t. He flipped out. Says it’s his right as a tom to have as many mates as he wants.”

Shadowdive’s jaw tightened, disdain slipping through his neutral mask. The molly grinned wider at him, like they shared an inside joke.

“Yeah, right?” She laughed, stretching languidly, as though it were nothing. “I told him — two cats make a pair, and if I don’t wanna, I’m not gonna.”

Her tail stump twitched, and Ottersplash noticed it for the first time. A shudder crawled his spine. “Is that how you lost your tail?”

She glanced at him, startled, then down at her nub like she’d forgotten it was there. After a beat she burst out laughing, warm and unbothered.

“No. Happened when I was a wee kit. Got mangled, housefolk chopped it off. Then dumped me back on the street.”

The name that surfaced in his mind hit him like a stone. Rippleclaw. Guilt pooled in his gut — how had he not thought of him this entire patrol? He shot a quick look toward Shadowdive, who caught it and gave a faint nod.

“Anyway,” the molly went on breezily, “I ditched them a few days ago. But it’s hard on my own, plus I think the guy’s still sniffing after me. I’d heard about the clans and figured… safer bet.”

Night had fallen, cold and still around them, the barren trees holding their breath. Shadowdive’s voice broke it at last.

“Fine. You’ll come back with us. Wolfstar will decide after you speak.”

Her face lit up. She rose, tall and proud, padding to his side. “Thanks! I’m Sunny, by the way.”

“Shadowdive,” he replied, flicking his tail toward the black tom behind her. “Ottersplash.”

Sunny halted, turning her icy stare on Ottersplash as if only now seeing him properly.

“That’s a weird name,” she said cheerfully. “I like it.”

Heat prickled his ears. “Uh… thanks?”

She only grinned and padded after Shadowdive, humming under her breath like nothing unusual had been said at all.

Wolfstar seemed unsurprised when the patrol returned with an extra cat. She only flicked her tail toward the fading fire, ushering the large molly into the circle of warmth.

Cats lingered nearby, some watching from the kitchen’s edge, others peering out of their den entrances.

“Oh, this is niiiiiiice.” Sunny purred, stretching each paw toward the flames. “Youse got a bigger group than I thought—never seen so many cats in one place.”

Ottersplash sat near the camp entrance, gaze fixed on the shadows outside, sharp for movement. Sunny had sworn she’d lost her old group days before. He hadn’t told her it was her he didn’t trust—not yet, at least.

It was hard to imagine the orange tabby as dangerous. In the short time he’d known her, she seemed too bumblingly pleasant for deceit. She greeted each cat with the same cheery I’m Sunny!, repeated their names with surprising accuracy, and even offered to bring back a catch before entering camp. To prove herself.

Too dark, though, to send a stranger out hunting. Shadowdive had refused her gently, and Sunny hadn’t seemed offended.

She was a social cat, that much was clear. Surprising for someone so loud, but she thrived on direction, following every instruction to the word. She wanted to belong.

All of this must be strange for her.

The thought slid through his mind, sharp as a thorn. He whipped his head around.

No one.

You should welcome her. Wolfstar will accept her. It’d be kind to help her adjust.

Ottersplash grunted, irritated. He didn’t want to welcome anyone. He didn’t want to stand vigil. He wanted to think only of his misery.

Pawsteps crunched behind him. He flinched as Shadowdive appeared.

“I’ll take the first watch,” Ottersplash said quickly, before the older tom could even sit. “Make sure we don’t have any surprises.”

Shadowdive huffed, almost a laugh, lowering himself beside him. “Was gonna say the same thing.”

They sat in silence, tails twitching, nearly brushing but not quite. The wind bit like teeth, and for a moment Ottersplash wished for the comfort of his nest.

“Go grab some tea before Wolfstar puts the fire out,” Shadowdive murmured. “I’ll wait until you’re back.”

Ottersplash’s ears flicked. Part of him wanted to argue. He wasn’t ready for this—being in rhythm with another cat. It felt too soon, too natural, as if he’d always been in step with the large tom.

As if Rippleclaw had never been at his side.

“I miss him.”

The words left before he could stop them. Neither tom moved, letting them hang like frost over lichen.

“I know. I do too.” Shadowdive’s head sank low. His voice was heavy, dragged down by the weight of it. “It’s not the same as what you feel… but I imagine it’s like losing a limb.”

The roar of the sea nearly drowned out Ottersplash’s next words. “I think he’s dead.”

He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe because he believed it. Maybe because he wanted to wound his old mentor. The need to fight and snarl still throbbed beneath his skin. The cold slowed it, but it was there, clotted thick like split blood.

“Go get some tea. Something warm for the night,” Shadowdive said at last.

He’s trying. Don’t forget that he’s trying.

Maybe it was Rippleclaw’s voice. Maybe his ghost. Maybe just Ottersplash’s conscience, rousing after moons of silence.

He didn’t know. But just in case, he listened—and padded off to fetch two bowls of tea.

Around the fire, Sunny watched the flames with wide-eyed awe.

“Did your group use fire?” Wolfstar asked, studying the way her gaze leapt and darted.

Sunny shook her head, pausing to scratch at her neck. “We did, but nothing this big. Just little fires to cook prey.”,

Wolfstar’s eyes flicked over her, taking in the patchwork of scars and scrapes.

“You told my warriors you felt unsafe,” she began slowly. “That your old group was after you.”

Sunny rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, I wouldn’t say unsafe—I could take Jacko in a fight. But he’s been so annoying.”

“Joining our clan is a big commitment.” Wolfstar’s tone had the patient cadence of speaking to a young apprentice. “You can’t join just because you’re bored or irritated with someone else.”

For the first time, Sunny sobered, sitting straighter. She weighed her words before speaking, less like an overeager adolescent and more like a warrior.

“I know. I thought about this for a while. I like being in a group—I like knowing I can rely on my friends, and they can rely on me. I only stayed because I felt guilty leaving.” Her expression twisted, ears flattening. “But that rat-bastard can go to hell. I’m done taking his orders.”

“What kind of orders?” Wolfstar leaned forward, glancing back as Lynxdawn approached, freshly updated by Shadowdive.

Sunny’s lip curled. “He’d start fights, then expect us to finish them for him. Not even real fights—stupid things, like stripes and fur length.” She grimaced. “We were just there to fight his battles. He never once stood up for us.”

“Who’s us?” Lynxdawn asked gently.

Sunny blinked, then chirped, “Hi, I’m Sunny!” before remembering the question. “The others in my group. There were six of us, used to be more, but… cats disappear sometimes.”

“I’m Lynxdawn, the clan’s cleric.” She dipped her head. “What about clan life appeals to you?”

Sunny grinned. “You’re so organized! I traded with you a couple times at Capri’s place. All the stuff you make—it’s amazing!”

Wolfstar tilted her head. “So you know Capri.”

“Yeah, she’s swell. Only met her a few times, but she told me if I ever wanted to join, to go to SaltClan.” Her grin widened. “She even told me where your border was.”

Wolfstar shared a look with Lynxdawn. Sounds like an endorsement.

“Normally when a cat joins the clans, we ask for a sponsor,” Lynxdawn explained. “If you’re from another clan, it’s usually the leader or cleric. For loners, we ask you to spend a few days here—see if anyone’s willing to vouch.”

“But since Capri sent you,” Wolfstar added, “all we need is to confirm with her.”

“Whatever works.” Sunny shrugged, reaching up to scratch at her ear.

Lynxdawn frowned. “Do your ears feel itchy?”

“Huh?” Sunny paused mid-scratch. “I guess. It’s been worse lately.”

Stepping closer, Lynxdawn peered into her ears, spotting dark debris and small scabs.

“I think you have mites,” she said with a wince. “I can heat beeswax to smother them.”

Sunny barked a laugh. “Holy shit, I’ve got bugs in my ears?”

“It can be serious,” Lynxdawn said firmly. “It’ll take several days to treat, but I can start tonight. You’ll sleep in the isolation den, and we’ll prepare a bath in the morning.”

Sunny tilted her head. “Bath? What for?”

“To treat for fleas or ticks. We can’t have them spreading through the clan,” Wolfstar explained. “It won’t be pleasant, especially if you don’t swim, but it’s important.”

“And after that I’ll be a warrior?” Sunny asked.

“That, plus checking with Capri and a hunting assessment.” Wolfstar purred. “But yes—I think you’d be a good fit.”

Sunny puffed with delight. “Then let’s get it outta the way now, yeah?”

“The bath?” Wolfstar chuckled. “We have to heat the water first—”

“Heat it up for what?” Sunny was already trotting toward the camp’s pools. “You’ve gotta use these big puddles for something, right?”

Wolfstar barely opened her mouth before Sunny plunged headfirst into the water.

The few cats still awake balked.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Lynxdawn muttered, reappearing with beeswax and a pot.

“Is she fucking serious?” Ottersplash called from his post, wrapped in a pelt with a bowl between his paws.

Sunny resurfaced, sputtering, then laughed. “I forgot it’s salty!”

“Please come out,” Wolfstar urged, perching on a stone. “It’s too cold—you’ll get sick.”

“It’s not so bad!” Sunny splashed, grinning. “Plus, you can see what an amazing swimmer I am.”

About as good as a gull, Wolfstar thought, hiding her amusement.

“Your new leader just gave you an order,” Ottersplash called dryly. “Might impress her more if you showed how well you listen.”

Sunny blinked, then barked another laugh. “You are so right, Ottersplash.”

She hauled herself out, shaking her coat in a wide spray. Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched with mirth.

“No one’s getting any sleep until she’s dry,” Lynxdawn muttered, flagging her over with a sigh. “Come on, let’s get you warm.”

“Does that count as my bath?” Sunny asked eagerly.

“No,” Lynxdawn said flatly. “You weren’t in long enough, and you need soap. And hot water.”

Sunny huddled beside the oven as Wolfstar added branches to the fire. “Guess that wasn’t my smartest idea,” she admitted sheepishly.

Wolfstar chuckled, padding over to Ottersplash. “You’re clever,” she teased, noting how he stiffened. “The way you handled her—it reminded me of your mother.”

He ducked his head under the pelt. “It’s just like kit-sitting. Sometimes you’ve gotta trick them.”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” Wolfstar laughed, settling beside him until their sides brushed. He shifted the pelt so she could slip in. “Makes me think you’re ready for an apprentice soon.”

He froze, breath caught.

“Briarkit hasn’t chosen a role yet,” Wolfstar continued. “She’s struggling. I thought I’d let her tag along with you on patrols, see what warriors do.”

“I…” His chin sank to his chest. “I’m honored. But I’m not sure I’m the right choice. Not after these moons.”

Wolfstar tutted softly, grooming his shoulder once. “I know you don’t feel ready. But I believe in you. I know you can overcome this and be stronger for it.”

He huffed a laugh, watery at the edges. “Guess you’d know about loss. You gave up your whole clan.”

“That’s why I know you’ll be alright.” She murmured, letting him lean into her. “We’re not the only ones. Your mother, Nightleap. Mallowstripe, Shadowdive. Even Lynxdawn, who never got a choice.”

Ottersplash’s breath shook. He nodded. “…Yeah. You’re right.”

After a long silence, Wolfstar’s voice dropped to a murmur. “I want you to show Sunny around. Take her hunting. Tell me how she does.”

“You’re just trying to get me out of my nest.” He said, though his laugh was thin.

“Don’t worry.” Wolfstar teased, brushing his flank with her tail. “I’m putting you back on full patrols. You’ll be plenty busy.”

A faint purr escaped him.

Somehow, the dark felt lighter. His brother’s name still lodged in his throat, but for the first time in moons, he could breathe around it—rather than suffocate beneath it.

Once she was dry, Sunny was given a small bundle of moss and an empty den for the night. Despite the cold, she didn’t mind it—she was too excited by the newness of clan life.

At dawn, she didn’t wait to be fetched. She bounced out of her nest to greet the dawn patrol as they assembled.

Wolfstar paused mid-step.

“I’m going to refresh the border and speak with Capri. Mallowstripe is in the kitchen—he’ll get you something to eat. Afterwards Lynxdawn will make your bath.”

Sunny nodded sharply. “Gotcha!”

“While you wait, you can introduce yourself to the clan. Just don’t share tongues or brush pelts with anyone until after you’re cleared. If you need anything, Ottersplash has been assigned to assist you.”

Sunny gave a dramatic salute with her paw. “On it, boss.”

Wolfstar gave her a long look before heading out, Dropletpaw trailing behind her.

By then, camp was stirring. Cats watched openly as Sunny trotted straight to the ovens, where Mallowstripe offered her a steaming bowl. She devoured it with noisy enthusiasm.

“This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten!” she declared.

Mallowstripe flushed. “It’s just fish head stew. Nothing special.”

“It’s amazing.” she said through mouthfuls. It was her first cooked meal in days, her first decent meal in moons.

He set down a cup of tea beside her. “It’s Ottersplash’s favorite, actually. I made it yesterday to cheer him up.”

Sunny tilted her head. “Why’s he need cheering?”

Lowering his voice, Mallowstripe admitted, “A few moons ago his brother was taken by twolegs. A wire trap. We haven’t seen him since.”

Sunny hiccupped, swallowing too fast. “That sucks. But I’m sure he’ll turn up. Twolegs usually dump cats back where they got ’em.”

Mallowstripe gave her a soft look. “It’s just been so long.”

“Eh, maybe they’re waiting for warmer days. It’ll be fine.” She flicked her paw dismissively.

“Maybe don’t be too casual about it,” he said gently. “It’s been rough for everyone.”

Sunny’s ears twitched, but she nodded and finished her meal. When Mallowstripe told her to go meet the others, she bounded straight into the clearing where cats had gathered.

“I’m Snowspeckle, the deputy,” said a silver molly, beckoning her closer. She went down the line: “This is Nighthowl, and her kits Leopardkit and Pantherkit. Nightleap, my mate. Coralpaw, Sandpaw, Kelppaw my apprentice.”

Sunny dipped her head energetically at each name. “Hi, I’m Sunny!”

Snowspeckle added warmly, “You met Shadowdive last night. And that’s my son Ottersplash, by the ovens. He’ll help you adjust to clan life.”

Sunny grinned. “He’s cool.”

“We’re heading out on patrol now, but lynxdawn will let you know what to do next.” She smiled warmly, beckoning Kelppaw closer with her tail. “Don’t be afraid to ask for help, everyone is here for each other.”

Sunny settled into a comfortable loaf, across from most of the group. She smiled and blinked at Nighthowl, her kits wrestling just a few feet from her.

Nighthowl shuffled her paws awkwardly, glancing to the dens. “Thistle’s probably in the nursery with Briarkit.”

The orange molly froze.

“Thistle?” Sunny perked up. “Little black molly?”

“You know her?” Nightleap asked, already skeptical.

Sunny beamed. “Yeah! We were friends back in my old group.”

Heads swiveled as Thistle herself padded out, voice dry. “We were not friends. We were just in the same group. Stop telling cats otherwise.”

Sunny laughed, completely unbothered. “She’s hilarious.”

But her smile dimmed when her eyes caught Thistle’s scarred back. “Yeesh, what happened to you?”

Thistle leapt lightly onto a stone ledge, Coralpaw hopping up beside her. “Doesn’t matter.”

Curious, Coralpaw asked. “Why did you leave your group?”

Thistle shrugged.

“She doesn’t have to answer,” Lynxdawn cut in smoothly, settling down nearby. “She was injured when she came here, but she’s healed now.”

Sunny’s eyes sharpened, as did her claws, sliding out as she stood. “Was it Jacko? Did that motherfucker do that?”

The clearing hushed. Thistle met her gaze evenly. “No. And I’m not talking about him with you.”

Sunny bristled, then blew out a breath. “That’s good.”

Lynxdawn tipped her head. “You really don’t like him. Would he be a threat to the clan?”

Thistle smirked faintly. “He couldn’t fight his way out of a bag.”

Sunny threw her head back and laughed loudly. Mallowstripe arrived with more bowls, Briarkit trotting at his heels.

“What’re you doing, kit?” Coralpaw teased.

“Learning what keepers do,” Briarkit said matter-of-factly. “So I’ll know if I should be one.”

“Amazing,” Nighthowl purred.

Lynxdawn gave Thistle a smile. “She’s clever—just like her mother.”

Thistle groaned. Sunny blinked. “Wait—you’ve got a daughter?”

Thistle sighed. “Apparently.”

Sunny wagged her nub of a tail, though she paused, examining the kit closer. “So… who’s the sire?”

Gasps broke out. Nightleap sprang up. “You can’t ask that! It’s against our rules.”

Sunny froze, looking to Lynxdawn.

“She’s right,” The cleric confirmed. “It protects kits from mistreatment, they can’t help who their parents are.”

Sunny blinked, then looking down at Briarkit, who stared back. As if both just realized the other was there.

Sunny’s hackles dropped, like a switch, and she dropped to a crouch.

“Hi. I’m Sunny. I knew your mom before she had you.” She said brightly.

Briarkit shuffled. “I’m Briarkit. Were you a loner?”

“Nah, I was in a group with some other strays.”

Briarkit tilted her head.

“That’s the same thing,” Nighthowl explained gently. “Clan cats call all strays loners even if they live in groups.”

Both Sunny and Briarkit blurted, “Oh!” in unison.

The camp laughed. Coralpaw, still perched, pointed out. “Nighthowl, you’d be a good guide. You were clan cat and loner.”

Nighthowl ducked her head. “I was just a kittypet.”

“A kittypet’s a cat who lives with twolegs,” Briarkit whispered helpfully.

Sunny winked. “Thanks, I was totally lost there.”

More laughter.

“So you didn’t have a group you were with?” Coralpaw asked.

Nighthowl flushed at the sudden question. “No I mostly stuck to myself, though I did sometimes talk with some cats. It may have been the same group actually.”

Thistle suddenly leapt to her paws, back arched, others flinched at the flash of movement.

“Wait?! Who got you pregnant?” She hissed

Gasps again. Briarkit squeaked. “Momma, you can’t ask that!”

Lynxdawn sighed. “Thistle, she’s right.”

Nighthowl shook her head quickly. “It wasn’t different tom. I didn’t even know Jacko. Just Sadie and Felix.”

Thistle exhaled hard, fur settling. “I’m going on a hunt.”

“Me too!” Coralpaw bounded after her.

“Bye, Momma!” Briarkit called.

Thistle brushed her tail over the kit’s cheek, murmuring ‘bye baby’, before slipping out of camp.

Lynxdawn chuckled as the energy settled. “I promise mornings aren’t usually this dramatic.”

Sunny threw back her head and laughed. “This is nothing compared to my old crew.”

“Bath’s ready!” Sandpaw yowled.

Ottersplash stretched by the ovens, finally done with the water. He glanced about the group as he approached. “Did we miss something?”

“Help me into the tub and I’ll tell you all about it!” Sunny chirped, bounding over.

He rolled his eyes but followed, Lynxdawn calling after them. “Lemme grab the soap and oils, you’re gonna help me clean her coat.”

Cat allegiance:

Wolfstar- 28 moons. Leader. Responsible. Compassionate. Keen eye. Apprentice- Dropletpaw.

Lynxdawn- 23 moons. Lead Cleric. Thoughtful. Faithful. Good teacher.

Snowspeckle- 39 moons. Deputy. Artisan. Loving. Thoughtful. Great singer. Apprentice- Kelppaw

Nighthowl- 79 moons. Warrior. Insecure. Lonesome. Watches humans. Condition: Recovering from birth & torn pelt.

Nightleap- 43 moons. Warrior. Insecure. Sneaky. Incredible runner. Apprentice- Coralpaw.

Thistle-33 moons. Caretaker. Troublesome. Thoughtful. Keen eye.

Mallowstripe- 29 moons. Camp keeper. Nervous. Careful. Strange dreamer.

Shadowdive- 27 moons. Warrior. Blood thirsty. Loyal. Good swimmer→Talented Swimmer. Apprentice- Sandpaw. Condition: Rat Bites.

Rippleclaw - 15 moons. Warrior apprentice. Troublesome. Adventurous. Fast runner. Permanent condition: Partial hearing loss. Missing.

Ottersplash -15 moons. Warrior apprentice. Insecure. Childish. Good swimmer.

+ Sunny- 13 moons. Former loner. Shameless. Playful. Good climber.

Dropletpaw- 10 moons. Historian apprentice. Nervous. Lonesome. learner of lore. Mentor- Wolfstar

Kelppaw- 10 moons. Artisan apprentice. Charismatic. Responsible. Good potter. Mentor- Snowspeckle

Coralpaw- 10 moons. Mediator apprentice. Flamboyant. Confident. Fast runner. Mentor- Nightleap.

Sandpaw- 10 moons. Warrior apprentice. Fierce. Confident. Good hunter. Mentor- Shadowdive.

Briarkit- 4 moons. Inquisitive. Shy. Picky nest builder.

Leopardkit- 2 moons. Inquisitive. Daring. Always wandering.

Pantherkit- 2 moons. Fearless. Unruly. Avid play fighter.

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