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[fallenclan]

very chill moon,,, yippee :)

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[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Orchid"Clan" Timeline

Orchidseed had her first litter:

Wolverinebite, Salamanderpuddle, Cometstar, Asphodelhawk, Belladonnanight, Cormorantsplash Periwinklesun, Wisteriadance, Dragonflyflame, Mantispetal, Avalanchewhisper, Kingfisherbeak

This litter was fathered by Webstripe, Cloudfall, Warblermoon, and Batroot

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~14 moons later~

Orchidseed had her second litter:

Goosethistle (aka Goosepoppy/Goosewillow/Gooseripple)

Goosethistle was born very sick and prematurely, and both he and Orchidseed were very ill following his birth. It was thanks to Asphodelhawk and the rest of the first litter that they were able to pull through. Asphodelhawk's care allowed her to receive her full name as a medicine cat (the rest of her siblings already had theirs, as medicine cats train longer).

Goose was fathered by Cricketclaw.

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~28 moons later~

Orchidseed had her third litter:

Forestfire, Raccoonpool

This litter was fathered by Raccoonstar and Forestshimmer.

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~23 moons later~

Orchidseed had her fourth litter:

Rubbledust, Clearsong, Flurrybreeze, Blazefox, Pondswan (biological)

This litter was fathered by Applefoot, Rabbitsky, and Petalsand

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~1 moon later~

Roughly a moon after her kits were born, her older kits found Saltkit/stone and Woodkit/light and brought them to her. They were adopted and raised with the biological litter.

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~4 moons later~

Goldenkit/soul was found and adopted by the group, reuniting with his biological siblings, Woodkit and Saltkit.

Golden, Wood, and Salt's biological parents are Morningsky and Geckospots

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~41 moons later~

Orchidseed had her fifth litter:

Berryeye, Cherrycry, Applefly, Peachpaw

This litter is fathered by Danglingmoss and Sleekstar

[gutterclan]

Moon Ten - Highdark

Sedgeclan has no deputy!

Snowstreak talks to a loner named Worm Harebolt can't stand to be around Coniferstar

Cats mentioned: Snowstreak - 108 moons - Warrior Worm - 39 - Loner Pine - 4 - Loner Salt - 4 - Loner Timber - 4 - Loner Mure - 4 - Loner

Snowstreak trots cheerfully along the eastern border, following the path of the bounding river. Ice is crusted, sharp and silvery, along each bank; but thin enough the water still runs clear, in its deepest parts.

The day is bitterly cold, but Snowstreak hardly feels the chill–  it is such a pleasure just to run, and feel her muscles moving smoothly underneath her pelt.

She pauses, where the river bends around a jutting rock, and rubs her cheeks against the stone, huffing with pleasure at the renewed Sedgeclan-Scent she leaves behind. Ours, she thinks, and her purr comes out a steam, in that awful cold.

But– it isn’t just Sedgeclan she’s smelling.

Snowstreak’s pelt prickles, uneasy. Cats, for certain. And no one that she’s met before. Her leg twinges; shaky, suddenly, and weak, though the injury has long since healed.

She could run, now- she should run- but if there really are rogues, trespassing on the territory…

Snowstreak takes a breath, cold air catching in her throat. “Is someone there?”

Her voice hangs there, a solitary thing in the wide, white spread of the tundra.

And then– a mewling, high and plaintive; and the very distinctive sound of one cat hushing another.

“If someone is there, I don’t want to fight!” Snowstreak starts forward again, heart still racing . “But I can! I’m a Sedgeclan warrior- I mean, a warrior of Sedgeclan- and–” she trails off, not certain how to finish the sentence. She wouldn’t have known what that meant- a warrior- before Coniferstar.

Anyway, whoever it is doesn’t answer; even the mewling has gone quiet. But the smell of strange cats is stronger, now, and Snowstreak follows it, her tail quivering. A warrior of Sedgeclan– and that means she has to defend it.

“Please,” comes the answer, soft, and stops Snowstreak mid-stride. “I don’t want a fight, either. Just– don’t come any closer.”

The days are short, and very dim, this time of year; the sun, never very high, sends long, dragging shadows out across the tundra, like the marks left by some massive claw. Snowstreak squints into one of these, her eyes straining against the snow-blue shade.

“Oh,” she says. A scrap of ginger fur– and ten bright eyes, shining back at her from the dark. “There are kits with you.”

The strange she-cat does not respond.

Snowstreak sits, and wraps her tail around her paws. Coniferstar had said something, about this. Some Warrior thing, once.

“I guess,” she says, “you don’t have any reason to believe me? But– if those are kits with you, then– I really promise I won’t fight you. It’s my– uh, duty, to protect them.”

“Your duty?” The stranger says; a molly, with a young, uncertain voice.

Snowstreak nods. She can see, now, as her eyes adjust, a young, ginger molly, and four kits tucked behind her; big enough to be eating whole prey, their eyes fixed on her wide and curious.

“I’m a warrior,” she says, again. “We’re supposed to protect all kits. And– elders, too, I think. But there aren’t any here.”

“Oh.” The stranger studies her, a moment. “Well– we can protect ourselves. I can protect them.”

“But you must be hungry? Hang on–” Snowstreak half-turns, and then looks back. “I mean, wait there. I’ll be right back.”

She dashes off, and returns a moment later with some prey she’d caught, and stashed, earlier that day; a little ground-squirrel, still  fat despite the season.

The molly, to her relief, is still there, when she returns.

The kits start to squabble, again, at the smell of blood; even the molly’s eyes gleam, as Snowstreak jogs back into view.

“Here.” She drops the squirrel on the ground between them, and paces back a step, to give them space. “It must be hard, hunting for that many kits. You can have this.”

There is a pause; the molly watches her, fear warring with a naked, open want.

“Oh,” one of her kittens says, his voice high and piping. “Can’t we, mama? Can’t we please?”

Snowstreak nods encouragement; takes another step away, not wanting to crowd them.

After a moment, the molly shuts her eyes. “Alright,” she says, “of course. Thank you– go eat.”

The four kittens scramble up, at once, and dash towards the squirrel. They must be a few moons old, already, lanky with their growthspurts– but thin, where their fluffy, kittish pelts are starting to give way to adult fur. She can see their hips, and shoulderblades, bones too-stark as they bend to share their meal.

“There’s more prey back at our camp,” Snowstreak says, looking at their mother. “We don’t always have enough– but everyone always gets a share. And– they’d eat first. Every day. That’s the rule.”

“The rule,” the stranger echoes. Her muscles are bunched up, visibly, beneath her pelt; ready to spring to her kittens' side, at a moment’s notice. But she hasn’t yet. Surely that was an alright sign? “You said you were… a warrior? I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t either,” Snowstreak says. “At first. Coniferstar- he leads us- he explained it all. It’s… cats living together. By a code. We look after one another. We–”

She doesn’t want to mention starclan, yet; the spirits of the dead, the prophecy that had led their leader to this place. To her. To save her life. She knows how it'll sound.

But there is want, shining in the stranger’s eyes. She swallows, and looks down at her kittens eating– with none of the usual kittish squabbling. Only a silent, ravenous focus– Snowstreak wonders when they’d eaten last.

She says, “I know it sounds strange. It did to us, too. But– Coniferstar says, the… it sounds better when he talks about it. But that– hardship. Um, the tundra. Because it’s hard– it makes us strong. He says– after every frost, a thaw. And– that’s what… we are. I think. The thaw.”

“The thaw,” the stranger says, and looks up to meet Snowstreak’s eyes. “And you believe that?”

Snowstreak holds the molly’s gaze. “I do. He saved my life– my mate and I. Just– let us show you. You can go, if you don’t like it. But I really think it’s– I think it’s something special.”

The kits have taken the squirrel mostly to pieces; quick as owls, at their meal, barely even chewing. One of them- a bright, white-spotted ginger- drops a last, red scrap at his mother’s paws. “You should eat too, mama,” he says, and Snowstreak sees the hunger in the molly’s eyes, as well; sees the rippling of her spine, as she bends her head to snap up the piece of prey.

“Thank you, Mure.” She eats more slowly than her kits; as if trying to stretch the meagre mouthful out. To make it last. When she’s finished, she licks the blood fastidiously from around her mouth; not leaving a single drop.

And then she looks up, to meet Snowstreak’s eyes.

And says, at last, “alright.”

Loner Wormturn joins the clan with her kits.

Wormturn- Female - 39 moons Former Loner Loyal Keen Eye

Timberkit - Female - 4 moons Former Loner Quiet Constantly Climbing

Saltkit - Female - 4 moons Former Loner Charming Confident With Words

Pinekit - Male - 4 moons Former Loner Daydreamer Quick To Make Peace

Murekit - Male - 4 moons Former Loner Nervous Quick To Help

[fallenclan]

saltkit i would burn nations to the ground for you

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[fallenclan]

can we see bigger saltkit sprite :3

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[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Funny you mention one of them being born without a leg because I was imagining the litter's bio mom was Morningsky (my medicine cat resident who induced abortions in cats she thought wouldn't make good parents and is also ableist and transphobic)

so maybe multiple of the kits were born disabled and that's why she abandoned them?

I'm thinking Woodkit is the one missing a leg and Saltkit was born without eyes

and then just to completely rub it in Goldenkit comes out as trans later on LMAOOOOOOOO

what if she kept Goldenkit who was perfect (literally the golden child) but Golden ran away to be with their siblings, so they're adopted later

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@starfalcon555

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Or maybe, to make the happy reunion more plausible, Woodkit and Saltkit were abandoned at one moon old instead of at birth

Maybe instead of simply being born without a leg, Woodkit had amniotic band syndrome (where the umbilical cord wraps around a limb in utero, requiring amputation once the baby is born) and the leg that was wrapped fell off around one moon old

Meanwhile Morningsky just assumed that Saltkit was a late bloomer - it was only around when he was one moon old when she finally realized that his eyes would never open... because he didn't have any eyes to open in the first place

also Goldenkit witnessed every second of their abandonment and all three siblings were crying out for each other :))))))))))))

I imagine Morningsky was so up her ass about how good her kits are that she blinded herself to their issues, thus wasn't aware of any problem Woodkit had until his leg fell off and she was like "WHAT THE FUCK"