#moon 33

[sapling-clangen]

Moon 33

Furzekit's designs changes after this moon and idk why I didn't fix it but enjoy it I guess

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Moon 32 - Moon 34

[sages-tinyclan-clangen]

Moon 33 of Tinyclan

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[mantis-clan]

MOON 33

Ospreypaw is glad that her stomachache is finally gone. Tadpolepaw’s running nose is finally gone.

Bluesky has gotten whitecough. Locustpond’s headaches have been particularly bad recently. Ospreypaw has gotten yellowcough.

Blisseyes finds herbs while out on a walk and decides to give them to Stempaw. Tadpolepaw becomes Tadpolewood a moon early.

I’m going to be changing up how I do updates next moon so be sure to let me know what you think here!

[roseclansgeneration]

sure hope nothing bad happens

[ghostlifegenyay]

Ghostclan moon 33

You bring back the first catch of the day and place it proudly on top of the fresh-kill pile.

You help out with a few den repairs this moon. The camp looks much better in the end, and should be good for another moon.

:D 

GhostClan does not have enough healthy medicine cats! Cats will be sick/hurt for longer and have a higher chance of dying.

Yarrowash has finally gotten rid of all her fleas.

Greenclaw has gotten whitecough.

Oof. also fun fact Greenstar has been grieving for four moons ):

Splashbadger gives Lakepaw a friendly nudge when the leader calls the young cat's name. He watches with pride as Lakepaw steps forward to receive his new name, Lakestripe, and is honored for his hard work.

Only a moon early, so not too much earlier than his siblings!

Volepaw has realized that tom doesn't describe how they feel anymore.

Enby cat! :D i love Volepaw

Shadekit's headache is gone.

Sandpaw was trying to fluff up his nest when he discovered that he was the victim of a prank. Fox-dung! There's now a sharp thorn embedded in his paw.

They dont have super interesting personalities as of now, but here they are (: Birchkit looks like his dad…also all toms, just like the adopted kits Scalefleck lost ):

Yay (:

New babyyyy!!!

Here he is poor guy!! Not really going to have him be adopted by anycat though

[dark-tides-and-storms]

Moon 33 Part 2, POV Lester

Cats: Lester, Palethicket, Leafkit, Chickkit, Whimsykit*, Goldstar, Jackdawnudge

*More forgotten baby pics, yay...

TW/CW: Monsters, animal death

In the half-moon since she had joined Hyacinthclan, Lester had had a good life. The clan was welcoming and the cats banded together to take care of each other, young and old, old clanmates and new. Truthfully, so far Lester had bonded best with Amberpaw, of all cats.

And she hadn't really bonded with him- he didn't like to talk- but his silent company was appreciated when he came to help with things in the den. Wasp was nice and Jackdawnudge intimidated her, and Plumsong, well, he ruffled her fur.

But it had only been half a moon, and she planned to at least settle peacefully in her new home.

Today was a sort of test for her, set by Plumsong, to gather herbs by herself. To see if she remembered what she had been taught so far, about herbs and the territory. Truth be told, while the clans cats had been teaching her things she hadn't known before, she had already known a lot, from what her mama had taught her. So the little tests were annoying, but Lester did them.

She was coated in protection and had a conch slung across her body, in case of a killfall, but they were so unpredictable it was just likely she wouldn't encounter one as it was that she would.

Sniffing around, searching for catmint, Lester knew she was toward the far edge of Hyacinthclan's territory, toward where the land was unclaimed and bumped with the end of Weedclan's territory. Of the four other clans out there, Weedclan was Lester's least favorite. They hadn't been very friendly toward her.

Definitely not a fit for her.

But she was liking Hyacinthclan very much and was certain she could make her home here, even if she didn't make friends. She only needed a few cats she was on good terms with, after all.

As she wandered, Lester became aware of noises in the trees and she paused, watching as prey flew and scurried by her, all heading in the same direction-

Fuck!

A killfall was coming.

Scrambling awkwardly with the conch slung across her body, Lester faced the direction of camp and blew like Flintfur had showed her, the tone that would carry across huge swaths of land, that would alert the clan and any other cats out. Then she ran, seeking shelter.

An old burrow or den of some kind, no alarming scent around it, provided shelter, and Lester dove into it, thinking maybe it had been a fox den, because it was perfectly cat-sized.

She had only paid attention to the lack of badger, fox, and other things, so she nearly screamed when a paw suddenly slashed out at her.

"Get out of my den!" a familiar voice yowled and Lester stumbled backward hastily, eyes adjusting to the dim light.

A pinky-orange she-cat was standing in front of her, fluffed up, claws unsheathed, back arched, lips pulled back in a snarl.

Now Lester could smell milk and birth, seeing how the she-cat's teats were heavy with milk, and-

"Palethicket? Is that you?" she exclaimed, recognizing that pelt, that scent.

The she-cat paused. "Lester?"

"Yes! Yes, it's me." Lester said, purring as the she-cat began to relax.

"I haven't seen you in moons. What are you doing here?" Palethicket said, her fur lying flat.

"I- Oh, well, Ferretclan kicked me out. Or rather, I left before they would." Palethicket replied, her eyes sweeping to the rain visible behind Lester.

"Why?"

"Well... Well, the medicine cat didn't take kindly to the fact that my kits have a Weedclan father. And he's dead. So, I decided to strike out on my own before they ran me out." Palethicket replied, retreating further into the den.

That was when Lester saw the kits themselves, and she gasped as Palethicket curled herself around then.

"Oh, Pale! They're so precious." she said, approaching when the she-cat nodded.

Three little ginger bundles of fur, only days old, tiny, blind, and deaf, all toms, by the smells of them. They looked like darker versions of their mother and Palethicket beamed as Lester sniffed and cooed over them.

"They're named Leafkit, Chickkit, and Whimsykit." Palethicket meowed proudly.

Lester smiled; she wandered the clans' territories a lot (though she had never really made it as far as Hyacinthclan before) and had made friends with Palethicket; the warrior had always been kind to her, part of the clan her mama had learned herbs from. But as friendly as Ferretclan could be, they hadn't been the right fit for Lester.

"Where have you been, Lester? I haven't seen you around." Palethicket asked curiously, nuzzling her kits close to her belly.

Lester explained about joining Hyacinthclan and Palethicket told her about the warrior she had loved and mated with, and leaving Ferretclan before the medicine cat, who disapproved of half-clan cats and was prickly about loners joining besides, could rat her out or anything like that. And about delivering a little earlier than anticipated, before she had found a place she felt more comfortable with to kit and raise them.

"Well, Hyacinthclan is mighty welcoming. Wasp and Stoneleaf, they came from other places, and Stoneleaf had her kits in the clan. Jackdawnudge, all five of his were kits he found, and Gillfeather, she adopted a whole litter from Foggyclan, too. I'm sure, if you really want, Goldstar could find a place for you. Or at least a place to recover your strength." Lester said, and though she had only been in the clan half a moon, she was confident in the kindness of her clan.

"That would... A place to recover and for them to get stronger would be good." Palethicket admitted.

That was that, and when the killfall had finally stopped, Lester picked up Whimsykit in her teeth, Palethicket bundling the other two into a scrap of Two-leg material that she held in her mouth, creating a little sling.

That was clever, Lester thought, and together they ventured out, the sky now clear, and as they headed back the way they had come, they heard footsteps. Something began to shake the ground, just a little, and cold washed over them, along with a scent like snow and something foul mixed together.

Freezing, Lester held her tail up and they scurried beneath a bush with the kits, just in time to see pawprints beginning to appear. Not the kind Plumsong had told Lester about, not the lost queen and her litter, but it was certainly a monster. These pawprints, however, had little eddies of black in them; Lester could see them reflecting the sunlight.

"Don't move. Don't make a sound." Lester breathed in Palethicket's ear, tucking Whimsykit beneath her chest.

Palethicket curled protectively around the sling, eyes wide, terror wafting from her pelt, and Lester feared that the kits would smell their mother's fear and start crying.

They waited as the... The invisible thing sniffed and walked around, though according to the others, it was sound it was most sensitive to. It searched around, dangerously close, and then the pawprints began to head away, back toward the den, and Lester began to relax.

Until the kits, little and new as they were and not knowing the danger, began to wail.

The thing grunted and the footprints turned back toward them, Palethicket grabbing Whimsykit, stuffing him in the sling, and shoving the sling at Lester.

"Take good care of them, Lester. Please. I know you'd be a good mother to them." she said and before Lester could protest, before she could move, Palethicket had burst from the bush and was streaking across the ground.

She yowled a battle cry and began to draw the monster away, defending her kits, and Lester felt her eyes burn as she watched her friend.

She did have the better chance of getting away. She was stronger than Palethicket currently was, but that still didn't make this right. But she couldn't let her friend's sacrifice be in vain. Snatching up the sling in her mouth, Lester bolted from the bush and ran as fast as her paws could carry her over the damp ground, hearing Palethicket snarling, shrieking, yowling, covering her noise, her a monstrous shriek that told her Palethicket had gotten blows in.

The kits were being too jostled now to cry and Lester ran as fast as she could, eyes burning, her heart aching, hearing the cries of a desperate mother.

And then she heard one final shriek and nothing more, and she knew her friend was dead.

She felt the explosion when it came, flattening her to the ground as it spread out, and it was a thick silence of gray, no sound, no scent, just her, the kits, and the gray all around her. She waited, still, flattening herself over her precious load, and waited.

Waited until it had all faded, waited until she heard birds began to sing again, and waited until the sling beneath her began to wriggle.

Until a conch sounded off in the distance, the tone higher, different, signaling something Lester couldn't remember.

Then she picked up the sling and staggered home, meeting a patrol that had probably been sent to look for her.

They hurried her back to camp and she staggered into the medicine cat den, Jackdawnudge coming up to her instantly. As soon as she saw Goldstar enter the den, Lester found the words of what had happened came pouring out of her. She told them about Palethicket, the monster, her friend's sacrifice, all of it.

She was crying now, watching as Plumsong examined the kits with Wasp, all three pronounced healthy.

"Technically, I am still a queen. I can take them, and Jackdawnudge can give me herbs to bring my milk back, or we can go to Foggyclan-" Goldstar began and Lester sniffed.

"I'm raisin' them, Goldstar. We're not giving these little ones to another clan. Their mama asked me to take care of them as her last words, and I'm going to do just that. We ain't giving 'em to another clan." she said, curling around the litter protectively.

"I wasn't suggesting we give them away, Lester. But they need milk, and we have no nursing queens. If they're going to survive, they need someone to nurse them." Goldstar said gently, her tone reassuring.

She glanced over at Flintfur.

"Flintfur, Plumsong, go with Wiggity Wacks to Foggyclan, and ask if they have any nursing queens who can feed our kits in exchange for prey and herbs, or who would be willing to come here to do it." she ordered and Flintfur nodded, Plumsong slipping out after him.

"Thank you. Thank you." Lester said and Goldstar nodded.

She and Jackdawnudge convinced Lester to wash her pelt clean of the protection and then settled her in her nest in the medicine cat den, where she tucked the three squirming bundles to her belly to keep them warm.

The mewled, seeking their mother, and she tucked the sling around them as well, drawing her tongue over their ginger coats.

"Shh, little ones. Shh, little ones. Your mama, she's going to be watching you from the stars now. And I'll take care of you for her. You'll grow up knowin' what a brave warrior she was. I'll do my best for her, and for you." Lester promised, snuggling around them.

To her surprise, Jackdawnudge soon laid down beside her with a mouse, tearing into it, and he chewed it until the meat was liquid, flipping Leafkit over and drippling it into his mouth.

"Like this. I did it with my own litter; we didn't have queens at the time, and I couldn't feed them. Foggyclan, they sent us a nursing queen, so these little scraps won't go hungry if they can help it. And Gillfeather got lucky. Moon after she took in her kits, Stoneleaf came to us. She took care of Amberkit too, when he needed the milk." he told her as the kit swallowed.

He then squealed for more and Lester tore off a chunk of mouse herself, doing as Jackdawnudge showed her. For now, she was able to shove her grief aside, because right here, right now, three little lives needed her, and that was what mattered most.

8/28/2025-8/29/2025

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[dark-tides-and-storms]

Moon 33, Part 1, POV Goldstar

Cats: Goldstar, Flintfur, Yellowlily, Skypelt, Quietback, Gillfeather, Pumaspots, Laurelbright, Almondfern, Furledseed, Yellowkit, Quailkit, Lester

It was a proud day for Hyacinthclan. Despite the hardships and tragedy the clan had endured these past few moons, they did have chance to rejoice. Today, they were naming four new warriors.

Pumapaw, Laurelpaw, Almondpaw, and Furledpaw were all lined up below her as she perched in the branches of the dead, petrified tree that served as their gathering place as well as her den, and their mentors were lined up just behind them, each bursting with pride.

Goldstar had to smile at her clan. Even Civetbeak had pulled himself to the mouth of the medicine cat's den to watch, old Jackdawnudge sitting beside him, no doubt telling his kit every word he might not hear.

Quietback sat behind Pumaspaw, Skypelt behind Laurelpaw, Gillfeather behind Almondpaw, and Yellowlily behind Furledpaw.

Gillfeather, the young cat who had taken in this litter when she had met the Foggyclan tom who had begged them to take the kits, because of how many mouths the clan had to feed and a dead mate, and Gillfeather had agreed. Only fourteen moons at the time, Jackdawnudge, who had adopted his own kits, had helped his daughter with the litter, but Gillfeather was a good mother.

Flintfur, sitting in the nursery with Yellowkit and Quailkit at his paws, smiled at her, and the day was wonderful. Clear, no rain in sight, and Goldstar took a deep breath.

"As you all know, we have gathered together this sun-high to welcome four new warriors among us. And I think we can all say we've been looking forward to this moment for a few moons now." she said, smiling at the clan.

They all yowled in agreement and Pumapaw looked ready to bounce on her paws, Quietback placing a firm paw on her tail. Goldstar took another deep breath, but her chest felt warm with pride.

"I, Goldstar, leader of Hyacinthclan, call upon the warriors who walked before us to look down on these young cats. They have trained well and hard, and they have proven themselves worthy of serving our clan as full warriors.

"Pumapaw, Laurelpaw, Almondpaw, Furledpaw, do you promise to obey the code of Hyacinthclan, to uphold our ways and our laws, to serve your clan however you are able, as long as you may live?" she asked, the words still feeling so strange on her tongue.

And how could that be? She had named so many of the cats here. And the ones not, too. Words that differed from the clans the founders had hailed from, altered to fit their new clan, words that suited them.

"I do!" the littermates chorused fiercely together, looking up at her with bright eyes.

"Then, I give you your warriors names. Pumapaw, for your dedication, you will be known as Pumaspot. Laurelpaw, you have displayed dignity, and will be named Laurelbright. For your wit, Almondpaw, you are now named Almondfern. Furledpaw, for the patience you have shown, you will be known as Furledseed. Welcome to Hyacinthclan as full warriors!" Goldstar declared, her voice ringing out across the camp, across the water.

"Pumaspot! Laurelbright! Almondfern! Furledseed!" The four names were yowled over and over, by each and every cat, even quiet Amberpaw, and Goldstar purred when she saw Quailkit tip himself over in his enthusiasm.

She leapt down and pressed her muzzle to the top of each new warrior's head, smiling at them. Bad things had happened, were happening, and they had no idea when they would stop, but by Starclan, they were still here, and they were strong.

After the ceremony, she sent the littermates out to hunt and Almondfern slipped the conch over his head after they were properly coated, and then she joined her mate and kits

"Mama! Mama, can I be a warrior yet? Please? Please?" Quailkit asked, bouncing on her, his blue eyes wide.

"Not yet, little one. You have to be an apprentice first." Goldstar said, licking his ears.

"When will that be?" Quailkit demanded, scowling.

"Soon enough, you rascal. Just one more moon." Flintfur laughed, Yellowkit frowning seriously.

"I don't want to be an apprentice." she declared.

"What? Why?" Goldstar asked, shocked.

"I want to stay in the nursery with you and Papa and Quail!" Yellowkit said, sliding so her fur was pressed against Goldstar.

"Oh, you'll get sick of the nursery soon enough, Yellowkit. And do you want to be in there all alone when Papa and I are in our den and Quailkit is with the other apprentices?" Goldstar told her.

"You wouldn't stay?" Yellowkit asked, sounding crushed.

"No."

"Then I could share your den." Yellowkit suggested.

"No. You'll like being an apprentice, I promise. Then you'll forget all about the nursery." Flintfur said as Goldstar wrapped her tail around their daughter.

"But whether you're an apprentice or a warrior, you'll always be our kit. I promise." Goldstar added, cuddling her kit close.

Then Quailkit batted his sister and the moment broke, the kits tearing off to play, and Goldstar leaned against Flintfur, letting out a content sigh.

Today was a good day.

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The next day, out in the territory alone in the early morning, covered in protection and bearing a conch, Goldstar enjoyed the time to herself.

The new warriors would be excited, still, from their ceremony yesterday, and soon enough her own kits would be apprentices, and...

She just needed time alone for a little bit. The bright spot in the clan with the new warriors and the soon-to-be apprentices was something they had all needed, but the rainfalls, the wandering, monstrous souls of the dead, and everything else... It all weighed in the background, an ever-present threat, and soon enough, all the clans would gather and talk about it.

Again.

Goldstar didn't expect anything different, truth be told. No signs from Starclan, no words from Starclan, no idea of why this was happening, when it would end, or how to stop it.

She tried not to let her thoughts drag her down, but it was hard. And she wasn't sure what she was doing out here, exactly, other than taking the time to herself that Flintfur had suggested.

As she continued walking, near where the borders of Foggyclan and Weedclan converged, she tasted the air, a strange scent catching her attention.

"Why you covered in that muck?" a voice asked and Goldstar whirled, unsheathing her claws.

Sitting inside Foggyclan territory was a cat. A loner, by the scent of her. She was white with a brown-tabby tail wrapped neatly around her paws and watching Goldstar curiously, ears pricked, head tilted.

Goldstar forced her fur to lay flat.

"It's not muck. It's protection from the rainfalls." she replied.

"The killfalls?" the loner asked, blinking.

"If that's what you call them, yes." Goldstar answered and the loner got to her paws.

She crossed the border without a care and circled Goldstar, looking at her spiked and dried fur.

"How's it work?" she asked.

"Surely you've noticed the rain is harmless once it touches something else first. If the rain touches this protective mixture first, it doesn't harm a cat." Goldstar explained patiently.

"That's mighty clever. Wish I'd thought of that; anytime it rains I tuck myself up and hope it's the normal kind." the loner said, sounding fascinated.

"You're in clan territory." Goldstar pointed out.

"So? I ain't botherin' no one. Didn't take prey. Just looking around, hoping someone knows what's going on with the world nowadays." the loner said with a shrug. "Anyway, I got herb knowledge. Useful, that."

"I'm afraid we don't know any more than the other clans. And Hyacinthclan was the first to discover it." Goldstar said apologetically.

"Oh. Well, that's a shame. But... Well, you know, these are hard times. A cat might not want to be on her own." the loner said, looking suddenly shy.

"Are you in the territories looking to join a clan?" Goldstar asked, but this wasn't uncommon.

"Truth be told, I am." the loner admitted, smiling a little.

"And you know herbs?" Goldstar asked as the loner eyed the conch.

"Real well, actually. My mama taught me, and she learned from an herb-cat in the clans. I can hunt pretty good, but I'm best with herbs. I can help your clan with that, in exchange for a home." the loner replied, looking hopeful.

"Do you know anything about clan life?" Goldstar asked.

"I do. Been talkin' to all these clans, but they don't seem like a good fit for me. Foggyclan, they pointed me this way." the loner said, proceeding to tell Goldstar all that she knew.

An impressive amount, and she admitted to having dreamed of starry cats for moons, on and off. Not since the 'killfalls', as she called them, but just had, and while Goldstar would have to talk to the medicine cats, it wasn't so different from how Wasp had joined them. And Jackdawnudge wasn't getting younger, nor was Plumsong, if they were being honest.

"I can't make any promises. But I can take you back to camp, and you can speak with our medicine cats." Goldstar said and the she-cat purred.

Then Goldstar paused.

"What's your name?" she asked, realizing they had forgotten introductions.

"Lester." the loner answered.

"Lester." Goldstar repeated, trying out the strange name on her tongue.

"And you?" Lester asked, sweeping her eyes over Goldstar, as if trying to guess what her pelt looked like beneath the protection.

"Goldstar. I'm the leader of Hyacinthclan." Goldstar said and Lester's ears pricked.

"Well, ain't I the lucky one? Meeting the clan leader the first time I come lookin' around." she laughed, tail swishing in amusement.

"Come with me." Goldstar invited, so Lester did.

They walked back to the camp and Plumsong almost rolled his eyes when Goldstar presented Lester to the three medicine cats, Jackdawnudge looking Lester over like she was a piece of freshkill he wasn't sure he wanted to eat, and Wasp looked interested.

In the end, however, Hyacinthclan was gathered in the clearing by the time the sun was at its highest point, welcoming the new member into their clan.

Like their new warriors, Goldstar was certain Lester would serve them well.

8/23/2025-8/26/2025

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Moon 31, Missed 32, and Then 33

How do I explain that

None are Torties so maybe just surrogate for Straw???

Well that is the excuse now. She can't have kids and asked a brother and her bestie (the ruler??) to help

It looks like Falcon is the donor

Also yay Branch and Snowy kids

Shit

Moon 32

She so badly doesn't want to be leader

Moon 32

Well... I apparently forgot to post any pics and sooo

Moon 33

Guys no

no

He has vitiligo!