#myrtleclan

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MyrtleClan - Moon 1

DAWG YOU JUST GOT HERE??? AND YOU ALREADY LOST A LIFE?

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MyrtleClan - Moon 0

You named your clan after a literal baby so uhhh yeah this one's kind of on you, man

ᓚᘏᗢ Left to right.

Swanstar (he/him), Myrtlekit (he/him).

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MYRTLECLAN - MOON 1

𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

ᓚᘏᗢ Left to right.

Runningpaw (she/her), Crestfur (she/her).

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MyrtleClan - Moon 0

𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐭.

𝐀 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐱𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩 - 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫… 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

ᓚᘏᗢ Left to right.

Lynxrump (she/they), Beetlekit (she/her), Myrtlekit (he/him).

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MYRTLECLAN - MOON 2

𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐰.

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

ᓚᘏᗢ Left to right.

Swanstar (he/him), Robinpaw (they/them).

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MYRTLECLAN - MOON 1

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤. 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤… 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧? 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"I don't understand!" He cries, unable to keep himself from turning back toward the path, tempted to run out after the direction the monster had gone. "I was loyal! I was always loyal! I was a good cat!"

Rippletuft gingerly wraps her tail around the scraggly tom in attempt to lead him away. "Oh, honey... I'm sorry. Twolegs... they just don't do loyalty. Not to us."

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧.

ᓚᘏᗢ Left to right.

Rippletuft (she/her), Strayskip (he/him).

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Myrtleclan: Moon 1, 2 & 3

Moon 1:

Snow continued to nip at their paws as they traveled across the territory. Pigeonthroat momentarily sneezed at a stray snowflake landing on their nose. They walked by a stream, but froze when they heard something...odd. The Medic glanced down into the water at their reflection and the ripples forming...

...then they sneezed. "I don't have time to be out here for this long, he sniffled turning around to go back to camp.

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Moon 2:

Leafbare was the same as ever. Cold. Cold cold cold. He was thankful this would be the final moon. Pigeonthroat sniffed at a dead blackberry bush. He knew they wouldn't spring back to life until the snow melted. His ears flicked when they heard giggling. The gray and white tabby turned his head around to the possible source. "Valleyfang" he plainly said.

At that moment, said molly materialized in front of him. "Waaa no fun!" she complained. "Can't I have a little fun?"

"Who's the one paw deep in snow?" the Medic asked back?

The spirit tilted her head in thought, quickly replying. "You?"

"Exactly," he nodded. "Now, unless you have a good reason for seeing me again, kindly leave me alone." With that, he turned around to leave, only for the speckled she-cat to float after him.

"But, it's been so long since I've spoken with you!" she whined.

"You snuck into my dream two nights ago," he refuted.

"See? It's had been long!"

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Moon 3:

The moment the snow melted, Pigeonthroat knew what they had to do. There was a small section of earth that was thawed enough to dig through. The Medic scooped pawful after pawful of mud out, creating a small hole. Earlier, he had collected various stones and pebbles. He was using them to line around the hole. Once it was surrounded, he nodded and went into the Medic's Den for a specific item.

The myrtle branch from his first night in the clan was still thriving, even if it wasn't properly in the ground. Delicately, they lifted the branch with his teeth, padding out of the den. Tilting his head sideways, the branch was lowered into the ground. Once it was secured, Pigeonthroat scooped pawfuls of dirt back into the hole, gently patting it down. He stepped back to admire the work. That's when a small beam of light broke through the cloud cover. The tom's eyes widened slightly in amazement of the lights shining down on the petals.

"Maybe, it is worth it."

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Myrtleclan: Refs for the characters in Moon 0!

Pigeonthroat: Currently 17 Moons; son of the last leader of Myrtleclan, before the plague wiped the entire population. It wasn't really his choice to be the Medic, but Starclan doesn't want to start up a clan with sickness now do they? Not again. They're just going along for the ride.

Valleyfang: 32 Moons in life; 116 Moons in death. Technically, the last cat Pansystar, the last leader, ever spoke too. She was sent down by the other ancestors to send an apology before he died.