May 3, 2025
Moon 32 of Tinyclan
Subtle foreshadowing…
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Moon 32 of Tinyclan
Subtle foreshadowing…
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Moon 32, Part 3, POV Amberpaw
Cats: Amberpaw, Flintfur, Jackdawnudge
TW/CW: Mild body horror
His skin itched. Covered in protection, Amberpaw would be safe from a rainfall, but that didn't stop how uncomfortable he was, how his fur was stiff and clumped and sticky, too.
Normally, he didn't care about the protective mixture, but today, everything seemed wrong.
He couldn't apply the purple-tinted stuff himself, not entirely, and his body still tingled from the unwelcomed contact with Skypelt, who always insisted on touching him, on cuddling and licking, when he didn't like it. She was kind, she had always been kind to him, he loved her... But she just didn't understand that the touch of someone else made him want to vomit.
"Keep your tail down, Amberpaw." Flintfur's voice said sternly, making Amberpaw realize he was swishing it around.
He stilled it and crept through the forest, searching for prey, but finally, Flintfur stopped him.
"Come here." he said and Amberpaw obeyed, paws dragging.
Was he in trouble?
"It's alright to be upset, you know. To not be okay. That was a terrible thing that happened. You are allowed to sit out your training for a few days, you know." Flintfur said, sympathy shining in his bright blue eyes.
Amberpaw scraped a paw against the ground.
He was talking about Civetbeak, of course. Civetbeak, who yesterday had taken Amberpaw out training, and come face-to-face with a band of rogues. Civetbeak, who had had to be rushed back to camp, leg mangled, losing so much blood from it and his other wounds.
All Amberpaw had been able to do was hide in the tree his mentor had shoved him up, and then run to camp, hoping Civetbeak didn't bleed to death, and cursing himself for not even being able to bring himself to pack the wounds with moss or find cobwebs before he had run off. Because the thought of touching Civetbeak, even to save him, had been too much.
How could he be a warrior if he couldn't even bring himself to help his injured mentor?
"I should've helped him." he mumbled.
"You did help him."
"I didn't try to stop the bleeding."
"That's not your job, Amberpaw." Flintfur said gently.
"I-" Amberpaw began.
"You got help for Civetbeak when he needed it. You don't know how to pack wounds, and you certainly couldn't have carried him, even if you're a big 'paw. You did everything right. Your parents would be proud of you. Skypelt is proud of you. So is Goldstar, and me, too. The whole clan is." Flintfur said, voice firm.
Amberpaw just stared at the ground.
"Amberpaw, do you want to go back to camp? I'll mentor you until Civetbeak is better, but I'm not going to force you to train or due your duties right now if you don't really want to." Flintfur said, his voice warm and gentle.
"I want to. I don't want to be in camp right now." Amberpaw said and Flintfur nodded.
"All right, then we'll work on your hunting." he said, and there were things Flintfur could teach him that Civetbeak couldn't.
Civetbeak was hard of hearing, after all, and while Amberpaw did his best, someone teaching him how to listen for signs was needed, especially when he might not know what the prey sounded like.
They set out again and the lesson with Flintfur was relaxing, took Amberpaw's mind off things, and it was exciting to learn the things Civetbeak couldn't teach him.
Amberpaw was an okay hunter, but he was determined to be better. And Skypelt was always pushing him. Train hard, learn quick, be the best, because she knew he would be. And Amberpaw wanted to be good for his clan, but he didn't want to be the best. He didn't want to be better than everyone else.
The other appentices didn't seem to think that was true, however, though it wasn't exactly like they had talked about it.
At least Pumapaw, Almondpaw, Laurelpaw, and Furledpaw would be doing their assessments soon, meaning he only had to share the den with Tulippaw and Fogpaw. The older apprentices didn't like him at all and Tulippaw didn't like him much either, but Fogpaw didn't bother him and he didn't bother Fogpaw. But at least the different treatment from his clanmates had been slowly ebbing since he had become an apprentice.
Hopefully, by the time he was a warrior, no one would treat him differently. Though he doubted Skypelt would stop or believe that he wasn't special somehow. That he wasn't destined to be the best, that he was just destined to be a warrior of Hyacinthclan.
Flintfur was much kinder than Skypelt and even different the Civetbeak, but of course Civetbeak was going to be hard on him, because he was his mentor. Flintfur wasn't pushing him like Skypelt would, gently correcting Amberpaw's mistakes, giving him tips.
They caught a few mice and voles and buried them to collect on the way back, going down to the beach to see if there was anything else worth collecting for the clan.
No fish in the shallows or pools, as far Amberpaw could see, but he did discover a large seashell one the way back to the treeline, where Flintfur was looking for birds. It was white and a creamy brown, the inside pink, and he poked it with his paw, wondering if something would come out. It did not, but he was fascinated by the spiraled and spiked object, watching it wobble on the sand.
Feeling like a little kit, he played with it, and gave into the urge to blow into the end of it, as he had with a hollow reed Skypelt had brought him to play with once. To his shock, it let out a loud noise after a few blows, and he leapt back.
"Amberpaw? Amberpaw, what was that noise?" Flintfur exclaimed, racing down from the treeline.
"I, umm..." Amberpaw said, looking at the shell.
"I blew into the shell."
"Did you? Do it again." Flintfur said, head tipped curiously.
Embarrassed, Amberpaw obeyed, and the sound was a little louder this time, vibrating through the air.
Flintfur was looking at the shell intently, his eyes shining in that way they did when he was coming up with an idea.
"What is it, Flintfur?" Amberpaw asked.
"I'm not sure yet, but... We might be able to use this conch. You've given me a brilliant idea, Amberpaw." Flintfur said, but he didn't share it yet.
Instead, he awkwardly picked up the shell in his mouth and signaled to Amberpaw that they should head back to camp. Amberpaw collected the two mice and a vole, and though he wasn't sure how he would carry it, when a rabbit suddenly burst across their path, he dropped the prey and lunged after it.
It was pure luck that he caught it, if he was being honest with himself, and he looked back proudly at Flintfur, heart beating fast.
"Amberpaw, back away from that!" Flintfur exclaimed, dropping the shell, and Amberpaw sprang back.
"Why?" he asked, Flintfur edging forward.
He tipped the rabbit's head with his paw and Amberpaw's fur stood on end, seeing that some black substance was leaking from its eyes.
"Is that... Is that bad?" he asked, pawing at his mouth, worry flooding through him.
His paws were clean and it was only the eyes of the rabbit, but he had bit it, the taste of its blood in his mouth.
"I don't know. We need to get back to camp, now. Leave the rabbit." Flintfur said, then added when he looked at Amberpaw, "You'll be all right. I just want to be safe than sorry. And if there is anything wrong, the medicine cats will fix you right up. Jackdawnudge isn't going to let you go to Starclan for a long, long time."
Amberpaw nodded and traded the shell for the prey with Flintfur, struggling with it even though it wasn't that big, terror pounding his heart now.
When they got back to camp, he was forced into the medicine cat den, and Flintfur took Goldstar and Plumsong to go see the rabbit.
"Do you think the rabbit was sick?" Amberpaw asked Jackdawnudge as the old tom sorted through his herbs.
"I honestly can't answer that, kit. But what I do know is that a lot of strange things have been happening for moons now, and it's probably just that. That whale from last moon? Yellowlily told me it had black coming from its eyes, too. Just didn't think much of it because it came from the sea, and sea creatures are all kinds of strange." Jackdawnudge answered, sorting out the herbs.
He gave a mixture to Amberpaw as a 'precaution' and Amberpaw at all of it, even if it tasted bad, and then sat in the next he had been given, waiting.
"Why did Flintfur want the shell?" he asked after some long silence.
"Oh? That conch? What happened that made that featherbrain bring it?" Jackdawnudge asked, casting a look at the shell.
"I was playing with it. I blew in it, and it made noise." Amberpaw answered sheepishly.
"Then that's why he wanted it. We've been trying to find a way to alert the camp or patrols to rainfalls. Sending a runner or yowling our heads off doesn't work if cats are too far. I saw Twolegs once, blowing into them and making noise. Couldn't hear their squabblin', I was so far away, but I heard that shell." Jackdawnudge answered, going back to his herbs.
That was... Interesting.
Amberpaw studied the shell intently and, eventually, he fell asleep.
In the morning, he was fine. And they had all eaten meat from that whale, after all. But the rabbit had buried, and the warriors were bringing conchs from the beaches, though there weren't many. Amberpaw watched as his clanmates attempted to thread vines around them, trying to mimic how Twolegs did it with things, apparently.
Flintfur praised Amberpaw for finding a way to alert the clan, but Amberpaw only nodded. He was still thinking of the strange rabbit, and everything else, too.
And, to no one's surprise, that rabbit was only the first of the strange prey that would soon be everywhere, appearing in their territory, dripping with the black substance. It wouldn't be the only thing strange about them, either.
8/18/2025- 8/21/2025
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sure hope nothing bad happens
MOON 32
Quietstar no longer has a running nose and Echodapple’s joint pain is gone.
Tadpolepaw has gotten a running nose and Ospreypaw has gotten a stomachache.
Mumblecrackle’s tail was badly injured by a fox.
Magnoliapaw healed from his torn pelt but will forever be marked by a small scar.
Ghostclan moon 32
During a Clan meeting, you startle as the eyes of the Clan turn toward you. At the center, Greenstar waits patiently, with Vervainpaw standing eagerly by her side. You realize you were chosen to be Vervainpaw's mentor. For a moment, the world stands still. You walk forward, your heart pounding with pride and apprehension. Touching your nose to Vervainpaw's, you accept the honor of passing down what you know.
HECK YEAH THE BUTTON WORKED !!!!! we got an apprentice yayyyy!!!
You trip on your way to the fresh-kill pile. Half the Clan saw it, but Amberfeather is nice enough to help you play it off. Whew!
It's a great day to lie down and soak up the sun's rays. You take advantage of it.
…we’ll be a great influence
GhostClan does not have enough healthy medicine cats! Cats will be sick/hurt for longer and have a higher chance of dying.
Scalefleck had a litter of 3 kits and is absolutely refusing to talk about it or acknowledge it at all.
WOW, HE’S SUCH A GREAT DAD /SARC /J. They’re half-clan btw, this guy CANNOT STOP HAVING KIDSSS. Had to rename another, we cant have more Green prefixes in this clan.
Dartstripe is free of fleas at last.
Hemlockdazzle went missing and was found dead out in the territory.
You’re kidding. WHY. she and yarrowash JUST got together ): im so sad aughhhhh
Lakepaw has gotten a running nose.
Volepaw has reached the age of six moons and has been made an apprentice.
Nutpaw has reached the age of six moons and has been made an apprentice, with Treerise as her mentor.
Shadekit woke up with a splitting headache, and couldn't get out of her nest. She spent the entire day curled up in the nursery, trying to avoid light and noise so that the throbbing pain could subside.
Jasminekit is free of kittencough, once again able to play and frolic.
As Sandpaw touches noses with Amberfeather, he hopes that she'll be a cool mentor that won't assign boring tasks. Anything but gathering moss or tick duty!
Yayyyyy all the siblings have apprentices now!!!
Hereeee is our apprentice!!! She has neutral faith and im excited for Warmflash to have something to do lol
Rest of the new guys!!!! Volepaw is still very smart and has a really strong connection with starclan. Nutpaw is adventurous and enjoys digging. “This cat feels like her faith in StarClan is what guides her to bend the rules.” awesome i love her. Sandpaw is vengeful and fascinated by prophecies. My gosh that is a combination. He respects his ancestors but also resents them for their inaction.
Scalefleck’s kits he is ignoring. Babiessss. Orchid is the one with a new name. I feel so bad for them they got the WORST father.
Let’s talk to our apprentice :3
She’s sweet (:
Oh gods
Scalefleck told us to wake up and get to work?!
We’re going to keep sleeping, screw that guy
I dont feel bad, he SUCKS
Yarrowash immediately decides to give up on hunting cobwebs to speak to the leader about her vision.
Okayyyyyy that’s definitely important then
Nothing else happened. We have so many apprentices it was basically only training.
Moon 32, Part 1, POV: Quietback
CW/TW: Monster horror, referenced death
It felt like the world was falling apart around them.
The rainfalls, the attack on the beach, the knowledge that attack had led too,... It all weighed heavily on Quietback's shoulders, more so tonight than before.
He wasn't sure why it was tonight, but it was, and he felt the need to escape it. Though it was dangerous, he went to the beach bordering the Beach of Stars, but cut off from it by the cliffs, staring up at the sky.
Why had they come to this?
Rainfalls that killed. Starclan's silence. And the dead not staying dead.
He did not know what else to call it.
After what had happened by the whale, they had reported it to Goldstar, Flintfur, and the medicine cats, of course. Goldstar and Flintfur had then gone to have a meeting with Foggyclan, taking Jackdawnudge with them, leaving Skypelt and Quietback in charge of the clan while they were gone.
And while they had been away, Plumsong had woken Quietback up in the middle of the night, fur on end, is eyes wild. The medicine cat had told him, again, of the queen and kits he had found, dead from a rainfall.
"The pawprints you showed us on the beach. They matched." Plumsong had said, his voice hoarse.
"What do you mean?" Quietback had asked.
"They matched! How much clearer must I be?" Plumsong had snapped and had pressed his paw into the sandy earth at the entrance of the den.
He had then added little scratches next to his print, adding a crude extra toe, like the prints on the beach.
"The queen and her kits, they had extra toes on their paws. Exactly like you showed us." Plumsong said had said and a chill had raced down Quietback's spine.
"Are... What are you saying?" he had asked, unable to believe it.
"It was them. Their spirits, or some form of their spirits. Starclan is silent, but perhaps they have not abandoned us. Perhaps they are simply cut off for some reason. And if Starclan had lost its connection to us, it might not just be our ancestors. The ancestors loners and rogues go to as well... Maybe they have lost their connection as well. So the spirits can not rest. No Starclan, no Dark Forest, nowhere to rest." Plumsong had said, voice haunted, paws kneading the ground.
Quietback had laughed.
"Don't laugh! I am serious, Quietback! None of medicine cats from any of the clans have been able to truly connect with Starclan in at least two moons! If Starclan is cut off from us, then it makes sense for the dead to not go to their final resting places." Plumsong had hissed, smacking him with unsheathed claws.
It had left Quietback's cheek stinging, but in the end, after talking with Wasp and, once they had gotten back, Goldstar, Flintfur, and Jackdawnudge, it seemed that was the running theory.
Not something they could keep quiet about, but... Now the prospect of becoming some monster in death loomed over them, never to rest, never to walk among the stars.
How could they reestablish their connection to Starclan? He didn't know. The medicines cats said that occasionally, it seemed that Starclan was touching their dreams, like they were passing messages through thick fog, only scraps of it coming through. Nothing useful, yet, they said, and when would it be something useful?
Would Starclan even be able to reach them again? Or would even their scraps of messages fade into nothing?
Quietback stared up at the stars, which had never seemed so cold or far away until this night.
He had never felt like this before. Or... Well, he had. When Ashtalon had died... It had been worse than this. And yet the two feelings were sharply separate from each other too, and he didn't know what to do.
So he sat on the beach, free of the coating that would protect him in the event of a rainfall, and he stared at the sky, hoping Starclan might say something.
He was no one special and he certainly didn't deserve their attention, but he wanted reassurance, some sign that this would pass, that their ancestors were still there.
Nothing came and Quietback wasn't sure how long he sat there, staring at the stars, the waves, but the tide began to come in, and as he surveyed the ocean again, eyes as heavy as his heart, he saw it.
Standing in the waves, likely as deep as a cat could go without being submerged, was a shape. A cat shape, he thought, but... It was wrong.
Like it had extra tails, or limbs like an octopus, or something... The tide washed over his paw, black laced in it, and Quietback's fur stood on end, terror filling his heart. The shape, the thing, came closer, staggering through the waves, black and wrong, and he didn't know what it was or what to do.
He was a trained warrior, he had faced many different battles and situations, but in this moment, he didn't know what to do, black washing over his paws with the rising tide, the thing approaching him, his paws rooted to the ground.
He heard the growl, the hiss of the thing, and over the waves, he couldn't tell if it was aggressive... Or if maybe it was trying to talk to him?
8/10/2025-8/11/2025
EDIT: I forgot to add Quiet's picture, so have his info too, as a treat.
What should Quietback do?
Run
Fight
Talk
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Moon 32
Trans masc Frozenleaf!!
Last moon, Patchoulipaw got bitten by a badger on a training patrol and has succumbed to his wounds. His siblings Whisperpaw and Leafpaw are the most grief-stricken.
Charfur is also caught outside Clan territory, perhaps looking for a spot away from the other Clans, having never fully liked the others and their StarClan given home. It seems Ferretswoop went with her, grief stricken in her apprentice's sudden death, but was not caught.
Bumblecliff has joined the Clan as our new mediator! She is spayed.
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im happy for him but i loved fawnstar :(
storkstar would choose goldstreak :(