First draft allegiances!! With some fun facts at the bottom:
BURROWCLAN:
Leader: Brown- big-furred brown she-cat
Deputy: Petalclaw- scrawny brown and white tabby tom (sometimes called Petal)
Medicine Rabbit: Hemlock- ancient-looking cottontail buck
Apprentice: Finchspots- crippled sandy yellow molly. Fallen Bird.
Diggers: (Cats who sturdy and expand the tunnels)
Brightberry- golden tabby tom
Snailfur- scrawny gray tabby tom
Ravenface- black molly
Apprentice: Cardinalpaw
Beetlecloud- silver and white tabby molly
Haywhisker- black and white tom
Jaggedwing- dark gray tabby tom
Hunters: (Cats who slip into TreeClan to hunt)
Cougartail- golden tabby tom
Starlingheart- black tom with unnaturally kinked tail. Fallen Bird.
Apprentice: Hummingbirdpaw
Moleleap- pale gray molly
Leafblaze- silver tabby molly
Apprentices:
Hummingbirdpaw- sandy yellow tom. Fallen Bird.
Cardinalpaw- ginger tom. Fallen Bird.
Queens:
Sparrowstrike- black and white striped molly with unnaturally bent leg. Fallen Bird. Mother to Gorgekit (ginger molly) and Rootkit (black and white striped tom).
Elders:
Seedfang- muscular brown molly with scraggly whiskers.
Ash- tiny gray tabby tom (Originally named Ashwillow)
Sage- black and white molly (Originally named Sage-eye.)
FUN FACTS:
All elders are stripped of their suffixes unless they’ve done smth considered ‘bad’ in their time as warriors
Finchspots is Hummingbirdpaw and Cardinalpaw’s mother. They left TreeClan to support her.
Brightberry and Cougartail are twins
Brown’s warrior name was Brownheart
Most of the Hunters are ex-TreeClan bc they prefer the open air more
Starlingheart’s tail doesn’t stop him from climbing as long as he paces himself
Finchspots has always wanted to be a medicine cat, and gets along well with Hemlock
Sparrowstrike was pregnant when she fell and lost part of her litter
Sparrowstrike from my “Tigerstar has heirs in all the clans” AU I was talking about with @transrowanstar! I’m still working on my SkyClan Tigerstar heir but this is the heir for WindClan. Her mother is Ashfoot making her Crowfeather’s half sister. The two of them have very strong personalities and clash quite a bit.
She has the body type of a particularly bulky oriental longhair. So body type wise she looks more like her mother while pelt wise its definitely Tigerstar’s pelt.
Sparrowstrike isn’t quite as ambitious as her father, but she makes up for that in being twice as manipulative. She’s a sneaky, shady, kitty who knows how to play the system and get her way without using her claws. Of course that doesn’t mean she’ll never use them -- because she can and she will! And she’s known for having some pretty fierce claws too!
I got no FanClan prompts so I'll do it myself: BurrowClan gets some new members.
Finchspots knew what would come the second her paw slipped on the branch. In that moment, suspended in the air, all she could think was not now. Not before they're warriors.
And then the blackness came.
It felt like mere heartbeats before she woke, but her body creaked and groaned like an oak in a storm. Finchspots grunted, trying to sit up, before slipping on something and bashing her chin on the ground. Her eyes stared into the darkness, unblinking.
"Am I blind?" she whispered, horrified.
"Not blind," grunted a familiar voice. A soft paw touched her shoulder, warm. Sparrowstrike's scent wafted through her maw, mixed with dirt. "Settle down. It takes a bit to get used to."
The black and white molly only confirmed her worst fears. "I fell?"
Sparrowstrike snorted. "'Course you did. You ever woken up in dirt before?"
Finchspots ignored her old friend's sour tone. She knew, from Gatherings, that the ex-TreeClan warrior was with a twisted leg now, which likely made her a bit testy about her own confusion. She tried to remember the names Brown had called out during the Gathering, but nothing came. "Are your kits... okay?"
Sparrowstrike was quiet, for a moment. "They're fine," she said eventually. "I should've had two more, but they're fine."
Finchspots opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could a tantalizing scent swept over her taste buds. The den seemed to vibrate under the thump-thump-thump of paws as BurrowClan's medicine rabbit entered, standing up on two paws. In his teeth was a mouse.
"Ah, good. You're awake." Hemlock dropped the fresh-kill unceremoniously at her paws. "Are you up to discussing the damages?"
I'm not a broken den! She thought, but could feel Sparrowstrike's eyes burning into her, daring her to argue. "Is it... always this dark in here?"
Hemlock's ear twitched. "Oh. Duh. Sorry." He hopped over to the side and pulled back some moss, revealing a tangling of roots that led outside. Fresh air blew in like a sigh from StarClan, heralding the new moon in the sky. "I keep it closed up when my patients need sleep."
"We're closer to the surface than I'd thought," Finchspots admitted. She'd never been inside a burrow before, let alone a BurrowClan burrow, but it seemed like any warrior could step up to the base of a tree and find themselves tumbling into the den.
"TreeClan intake den," he replied, shrugging. "How's your pain?"
"I feel like a monster ran me over, but..." Finchspots tried to sit up again, trying to get a glimpse of her sandy yellow fur in the light. Her back was covered in cobwebs and bark. "...What is that?"
"A splint! It helps bones heal."
Fear roiled in her stomach. Why won't he tell me exactly what's wrong? "Which leg broke? Why is it all over me?"
Hemlock tsked under his breath. The rabbit touched her back, dragging a paw down her spine. He stopped at the splint, then climbed it, settling a few inches in. "Right about here. I reckon you hit something fierce when you landed. Maybe a thick root or branch?"
Finchspots flinched. She pulled desperately at the ground with her front paws, trying to sit or stand or anything. Move! She told her back legs. Twitch! Do something!
Sparrowstrike began to stand, but Hemlock shook his head. "She needs to try," he explained. "She won't believe me if she doesn't."
Panting, Finchspots slumped against the ground. This time, her muzzle was saved by the dusty fur of her mouse. She sniffled, ears flat, and asked, "....Can I get them back?"
Hemlock paused, contemplating. "...Maybe? I've got plenty of exorcises for you to try when you heal. Water's helped a lot of cats get their strength back. Worked for your friend here."
Finchspots shuddered, imagining the sucking cold liquid against her pelt. It has to work. I can't go through all that for it to not work. "What if... what if it doesn't?"
"Well," he said, "you have a couple of options. You could be a BurrowClan warrior, or a medicine cat. You could do that in another Clan. Or, if you'd like, you could go to the Twolegs. I know a lot of them have mini-monsters that'd make walking easier."
"I can't be a warrior without my back legs," she snapped, incredulous.
"Why not? Cats do it all the time. You think every loner and rogue has at least three feet working? It'll take time, but you'll get strong enough to heft yourself up on the front two." He gentle touched her shoulder blade. "Don't listen to TreeClan for advice on disabilities, okay? They're kind of fluff-brained."
Pawsteps echoed just outside the den. Finchspots noticed, with a detached weariness, that hearing where cats would be coming from was a lot easier in the tunnels. "What now?" she asked, half-expecting it to be a patrol to take her away.
"Now, you take a few days to relax and heal. We'll have a long conversation about the dangers of hot spots and matted fur later." Hemlock withdrew, putting himself on two paws once again. "Your sons have been asking for you."
Finchspots mind swirled, confused. "But... they're still TreeClan," she meowed slowly. "Did they... they didn't fall off, did they?"
"No, not at all." Hemlock stuck his nose out to wave someone on. "They demanded we bring them with."
There was a blur of yellow and orange, and then her sons were on her, muttering apologies and sniffing at her pelt. Cardinalpaw's pelt was streaked with the kind of rich soil one only got from digging, while Hummingbirdpaw just looked unkempt, fur frizzing out everywhere. After them loomed a large brown molly.
"Brownstar," Finchspots meowed, dipping her head. Her paws shook with barely hidden fear.
"Just Brown is fine, dear." The BurrowClan leader sat down, touching the splint with an air of worry. "You took a nasty fall, you know. You're lucky your sons found us as soon as we did. It could've taken us all night to spot you while hunting."
"What?" Finchspots turned to her boys. Cardinalpaw jutted his chin out defiantly. "You... you climbed down after me?"
"We weren't gonna leave you to die," Hummingbirdpaw scoffed, tossing some dust up with a paw.
"I'm a Digger now," Cardinalpaw boasted. "Take that, dad!"
Brown shot her an apologetic look. "It's not normally our way to assign 'paws without consent, but they insisted. They wanted to make sure they could bring you food and care for you."
"No," said Finchspots, lulled by the rasping of her son's tongues on her back and head. Sparrowstrike squeezed in behind her, and for the first time in many seasons, she felt less alone than ever before. "Don't apologize. Don't ever apologize."
When you realize you draw a character in the same pose a lot. >>;
I had my boy on the brain because he needed a new name. His previous name fit his old backstory more. So say hi to Sparrowstrike (previously Sparrowleaf). He’s a strict, grumpy boy from ThunderClan who tries too hard.
