#trinity*

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TRINITY SANTOS -> 1.01 7:00 A.M.

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MEL KING AND TRINITY SANTOS -> 2.15 9:00 P.M.

[lightclans-story]

Moon 10, part 1

Note: I’m trying to write a disability I don’t have.

Rimeheart’s plan was a little… odd, to say the least. Owlweb, Cinnamonpuddle, and Trinity were sent to look for Skua after a hunt so they can talk to her, get to know her, and possibly get her to join the clan. Owlweb was carrying a large rabbit, while Cinnamonpuddle and Trinity were talking.

“I’m surprised that he didn’t tell us beforehand! Isn’t our whole goal to help them?” Trinity asked.

“Yeah… but he said that he would have only gotten help if he stayed silent! He would have died if he didn’t agree! And losing my best friend… I don’t want to wish that on anyone. We’re lucky that she wanted to help him.”

Trinity just nodded in acknowledgment, and continued wandering around the territory.

While the cats were aimlessly walking around, another set of paws seemed to join them. The cat looked like Skua, and smelled like Skua…

“What are you guys talking about?”

…But part of her didn’t seem entirely like Skua. And the patrol noticed. Owlweb dropped the rabbit in front of her, provoking a “thanks!” out of her.

“Are we sure this is the right cat?” Cinnamonpuddle whispered to Trinity.

“I think so. She fits our description perfectly. Now shut up.” Trinity replied, also in a whisper.

“What’s going on here? I get that I might be a little shocking to some, but I am great at what I do! You guys are clan cats, right? Are you the green cat’s friends?”

Trinity composed himself when he heard the questions. He was prepared for a depressed cat, not this… “Um… yeah. We’re… we’re Lightclan cats, and our leader got a sign from Starclan that said that you… kinda need to join. I know this is probably sudden and all, but we’re not all that bad.”

“Well then. I’d be happy to join you! I’ve been feeling like a bear in winter these past few months, except for the fact that bears get food.”

“Tried?” Owlweb asked.

“Precisely, young kit! But that’s changed and I can help like I’ve never helped before! Now, where’s your camp? I can’t wait to be in a nice place for once!”

“We’ll bring you there.” Trinity said. “Follow us.”

Skua has joined the clan.

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)

(Cinnamonpuddle: A medium-furred brown she-cat)

(Owlweb: A long-furred dark brown smokepoint tom)

(Skua: A long-furred black and white she-cat with mist gathering at her paws (B-class Guide))

If what I wrote wasn’t accurate to what I’m gonna reveal this moon… don’t tell me! I was flipping between this post and Wikipedia!

[lightclans-story]

Moon 8, part 7

Tw: Animal injury, mentions of death. Soon we’ll be free from one of those.

Rimeheart, Taffy, Trinity, and Owlweb decided to at least have a chat while the sadness was going on.

“If I was completely honest, I’d have this leg of mine removed if it meant I’d be able to save a cat… I don’t get why Starclan even took him of all cats.” Rimeheart gestured over to his, still very broken, leg.

“…Would you? I mean… would it be bad to have a… um…”

“Disability?”

“Yeah… a disability like that?” Of course, Taffy’s case of brain fog meant that he needed help from Trinity every once in a while.

“It won’t make me less of a cat! It’s like saying Vortexpaw can’t be a warrior because he bites his claws without even realizing it!”

Owlweb interjected. “Well… that’s not really a fair comparison. I mean… it’s a whole limb gone versus bad habits you don’t realize you’re doing. But… I guess I still see your point. Besides… we need all of the warriors we have right now… Starclan, what if my first apprentice dies?”

Trinity spoke up. “Well, you got the rest of your life to train a cat to be as wonderful as… I fucked it up, didn’t I? Don’t listen to me, that was probably the shittiest advice I’ve ever-“

“No… you’re good. You haven’t really gotten used to clan life yet… and we all make mistakes. Sometimes we make bad choices because all other options are worse… and… no, I can’t listen to grr again!”

Taffy seemed confused. “What’s with the… the… growling… stuff?”

“Grr snapped at me for disrespecting grr… I just wanted to ask for grr’s pronouns, but grr just growled at me…”

“So you’re just… accepting growls as your answer?” Rimeheart said.

“…Yeah. Kinda. I’m too scared to try and ask grr again.” Owlweb admitted, defeatedly.

Rimeheart and Taffy share stories about a clanmate they didn’t realize they both miss.

Trinity gives pretty bad advice to Owlweb, but he appreciates it anyway.

(Taffy: a short, medium-furred rosette dark brown tom with lighter brown highlights)

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)

(Rimeheart: a short-furred greenish-yellow and white tom) 

(Owlweb: A long-furred dark brown smokepoint tom)

If this seems rushed, that’s because it is. This entire moon was about Lightningbush’s death, and moon 9 will have less trigger warnings… And moon 10 is moon 10.

[lightclans-story]

Moon 6, part 3

The two tons rush to the border, Trinity having to slow down a bit among the way so Crevasserise could catch up. Eventually, they met with the cat who called for them: A short, brown tom. Trinity stepped forward, hoping to not make this interaction seem scary for the others:

“So… Crevasserise, this is Taffy, one of my old… friends. Taffy, this is Crevasserise… Lightclan’s… medicine cat.”

Taffy dips his head in greeting, and Crevasserise hastily did the same. Taffy pulled his head back up as he looked the older medicine cat in the eyes. “Well, let’s cut to the chase. I want to join this clan, but I’m not really… good… at what warriors could do. I’m as good at fighting as a declawed kitten, and the only prey I’ve been able to catch are sleeping mice!”

Crevasserise looked at Trinity. “Does he get this from the time you spend together?”

“Yes. Just let him talk for a moment… he’s better at it than I am.”

Taffy just continued with his rant. “Is there anything much besides that? And before you say that medicine cat stuff, I want to have kits someday!”

Crevasserise wanted to point out that Lightclan allows that stuff, but took a deep breath instead. “Well, what’s the most important thing you have done?”

Taffy, clearly shocked he’d been asked that, hesitated to reply… “Well, I prevented this aggressive house cat from attacking Trinity using only my words… but I’m not sure if that’s also because her human was holding her back or-“

“You could be a mediator.” Crevassrise said.

“A what now?”

“They settle arguments in the clan and outside of it, and as far as I know, they are still allowed to have kits.”

“Are you sure about this? That seems awfully easy for such a serious clan…”

“It isn’t. Meet my niece once we get to camp! You’ll see!”

“…Ok. I guess I’ll trust… you…”

Taffy was found and invited into the clan.

(Taffy: a short, medium-furred rosette dark brown tom with lighter brown highlights)

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)

(Crevasserise: A short-furred orange rosette tom)

[lightclans-story]

Moon 6, part 2

Crevasserise walked through the territory to try to find what herbs had been left. He hoped Owlweb’s going to be ok… he’s a promising young warrior, but if that thing keeps bothering him… who knows what could happen?

Trinity decided to join Crevasserise on his journey, though he seemed more focused on the sky than anything else. “You say that the stars are all of our ancestors? What do they think of constellations? Would they be proud of being like… special?”

Crevasserise looked up as well. “You know… I haven’t thought about it. I hope they’re not offended by a joke I keep making…”

“What joke?” Trinity asked.

“Well, when I was back in Bulbclan, stargazing was how kits spent the night. I was sad that I couldn’t find any constellations so I just called any large group of stars I saw “The Bees.” I don’t think Brackenbreeze was proud of that… but I certainly was.”

“Brackenbreeze?”

“She’s my sister. I still remember her, even though we’re not in the same clan anymore. I told her about what I was planning with her kit, and she seemed supportive… but I knew she didn’t want to leave either.”

Trinity looked down for once, thinking… “Hmm… Is it okay if we make stuff up… together? I have nothing to do but wait… there’s someone over the border that wants to meet another clan cat.”

“Well… sure. It’s alright by me. We can call that group of stars “The Eagle’s Catch…” or maybe that one can be “The Lost Kit…” that could be “The Digging Mole…”

The two kept going on and on with the constellation naming, making sure every star was a part of one. Finally, a voice called out when Trinity was starting to fall asleep.

“Hey!”

Trinity jolted awake, nudging Crevasserise just in case he was staring to fall asleep as well. “He’s here! Come on!”

Crevasserise and Trinity make up constellations.

(Crevasserise: A short-furred orange rosette tom)

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)

[lightclans-story]

Moon 5, part 4

Trinity carefully steps out of camp, nose high as he looks for something. He likes being a Lightclan cat, really… but sometimes, he can’t help but think about his past life. There was no leaders, no healers, no complex relationships for him to be a part of. He was just… there. And he liked it. But he knew he needed protection. That other group of rogues is getting too powerful for his liking… but he could only hope they didn’t take-

“Trinity! Where have you been? I was getting worried!”

…Him. Trinity rushed towards the dark brown cat in sight of him, before nuzzling up against him. The other tom looked shocked at first, but nuzzled up against him as well.

“Taffy! It’s so good to see you, man! I’ve been meaning to tell you something…” Trinity pulled his head back…

Taffy tilted his head. “What is it?”

“I joined a clan! They were a little suspicious at first, but Flurry… dancer… managed to convince them that I wasn’t a sort of spy! They didn’t even make me change my name, which is perfect because… yeah…”

“Wait, Flurry’s in that clan too? No wonder I haven’t seen him either! Man, I should really get going if I want to catch up with you guys! …What’s the clan called, by the way?”

“I think it’s… Lightclan. Yeah. Lightclan. That sounds right. They’re a new clan, and they’re fighting that group of rogues that have been terrorizing some of these cats.”

“I was wondering when they’d start fighting back! Now… I’m not really sure if they allow for… not fighting of hunting… I kind of suck at both of those-“

A little voice squeaked up. “Hey! What are you guys talking about?”

Taffy ran off, and Trinity looked to see that the voice was… Vortexpaw’s. He… he didn’t know what to say. He just walked back to camp.

Vortexpaw became an apprentice, with Leopardscut as his mentor.

The clan has encountered Taffy.

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)

(Taffy: a short, medium-furred rosette dark brown tom with lighter brown highlights)

(Vortexpaw: A medium-furred white and striped orange tom (PC: Body Biter))

Hey listen, I don’t know how to write an apprenticeship ceremony.