#vortexcurl

[lightclans-story]

Moon 14, part 3

Tw: Animal injury. I’m also trying to write a disability I don’t think I have.

Lightclan sent a border patrol to the wooded areas where Zinniaclan stayed. Not for anything harsh, just to see what they were doing. Zinniaclan was strangely quiet for a clan as large as they were, so Vortexcurl went alone. It shouldn’t be too bad just to check, right?

He did see a Zinniaclan cat after a short walk. She had a pitch-black pelt, piercing yellow eyes, and a bird right by her side that he thought was easy prey. Vortexcurl lowered his body into a hunting crouch, and-

“WAIT!”

The cat arched her back, and Vortexcurl stood up. Was she… protecting the prey? After a moment, the cat calmed down, though she still looked a little tense.

“Skip’s my friend. He helps with my feelings.”

“…What? I think I need a bit of… explanation. Who… are you?”

The cat awkwardly shuffled her paws and twitched one of her ears. “I’m… I’m Cricketstar. I still have all of my lives, and I’m just… listening to the sounds of the trees. Leading… stresses me out. There’s always so much going on at once. There’s been a strange creaking noise in the branches recently. I hope it’s not a badger.” She twitched her ear again as she finished speaking.

Vortexcurl sat and listened. There was a creak, but also the sound of cats running… and then… a snap. No, a crack. Lots of cracks.

SMASH!

Vortexcurl almost thought it was a trap as he felt the branches fall on top of him, but as he saw Cricketstar look at him with pain in her eyes, he knew it… probably wasn’t.

Vortexcurl tried to move from underneath the branches, but he found out something terrible.

He can’t feel his back legs.

Vortexcurl’s back was broken on patrol.

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

(Cricketstar: A short-furred black she-cat with a pet magpie (PC: Prismatic Mind))

Cricketstar’s officially autistic.

[lightclans-story]

Moon 13, part 4

Tw: mentions of pregnancy and death

Vortexcurl’s warrior ceremony was supposed to be exciting, and to be fair, it was. But Owlweb thought there was something more important to tend to.

Cats that aren’t pregnant can produce milk, sure, but usually it’s not by choice. It’s against the Warrior Code to neglect kits in danger, and Grousekit and Cometkit are in danger of starving.

During the ceremony, Owlweb slipped out of camp, approaching the Mooclan border. He talked with her before about this, and she said she’d ask Softstar. Now, she’s back, barely able to look Owlweb in the eyes.

“Well… he agreed, but I’ll have to come back to Mooclan eventually. I hope you can understand, Owlweb…”

“Coco, I didn’t even think he’d agree! This is amazing! Now I just hope Lightclan won’t be suspicious… especially since-“

“They’re yours? Yeah. Half-Clan relationships aren’t exactly a good thing…”

“…I was going to say “especially since this seems extremely improbable,” but… yeah. That too. Just follow me!”

Owlweb started to walk back to camp. The Mooclan cat hesitated before stepping into Lightclan territory. Everything in camp was normal after the ceremony, and Owlweb spoke with Eskerstar.

“This is Cocospeck. Softstar agreed to let her stay here for a couple of moons to feed the kits. She’ll leave as soon as everything’s situated, ok?”

Cocospeck touched noses with Eskerstar. “Pleasure to meet you. I’ll go right to the nursery.” She exposed a slightly swollen belly. “…For both the kits here and the kits that will come.”

Vortexcurl became a warrior!

Owlweb brings a Mooclan cat to camp. Cocospeck agrees to stay… temporarily, of course.

Cocospeck is expecting kits. She moves right into the nursery!

(Eskerstar: A medium-furred tan and white she-cat)

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

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

(Cocospeck: A long-furred light brown and white she-cat with dark brown spots)

Yeah… you wonder what Owlweb did on moon 12? I’ll give you a hint: It could rhyme with fate or muck.

Also, the reason why I didn’t put a lot of attention on Vortexcurl’s warrior ceremony? I didn’t want to check the save to see what he was honored for.

[lightclans-story]

Moon 10, part 3

Tw: animal injury

Doodle was getting used to her new clan. She had a lot of time to think about what she wanted to do when her paws eventually healed, and looking at the state of the prey pile… she’d probably want to tend to the rest of the cats here the best she can before they starve.

She watched Eskerstar and Flurrydancer go out for a hunting patrol and sighed. She wanted to help them, she really did. But even though her paws aren’t hurting as much, her claws are still in rough shape and she might need another moon to completely regrow them and get them sharp enough to use. At least she has Rimeheart for company, especially when they do exercises to help both of their injuries. Vortexpaw also stayed in camp most days, too lethargic to go on patrols.

Doodle was pacing around the prey pile with nothing better to do right now. She worriedly looked at the amount of prey left… it might not be enough to feed the whole clan. She didn’t notice the blur of white and orange fur reach for the pile…

Until she tripped. Vortexpaw caught her in the middle of her fall, but still let out groans of pain as he lifted her back up. Doodle noticed that his fur was looking more patchy than when she last saw him, but made no comment of it.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, Vortexpaw! Are you doing ok?”

“…I’m fine. Can I go back to my nest? I’m tired.” Vortexpaw clearly was not fine, but the last few moons were hard on the poor guy.

Rimeheart spoke up from the medicine den. “IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER, YOU SHOWED PRETTY GOOD STRENGTH THERE! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, ALRIGHT?” Doodle was a little embarrassed upon hearing that, but it all faded once she saw a small smile appear on the younger cat’s face. Good to know that the old Vortexpaw was still there, even when the smile turned to a look of discomfort. He rushed towards the apprentice’s den, and Doodle cautiously looked to see what was going on this time…

What she saw was him scratching his pelt, sending a few white flakes into the air, muttering to himself about why his skin’s so itchy.

Honestly? It was way better than what she was expecting.

Doodle nearly tripped, but was caught by Vortexpaw.

Rimeheart compliments Vortexpaw on a skill he worked hard on.

Vortexpaw has a rash.

(Doodle: a short-furred, mostly black tortie she-cat with a white face, paws, and chest and orange cheeks and tail tip)

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

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

[lightclans-story]

Moon 8, part 5

Tw: animal/child death and animal injury.

With Cinnamonpuddle’s announcement, the entire clan went to look for the missing cats almost immediately. Crevassrise asked the other clans where they were, Cinnamonpuddle asked her old friends, and Vortexpaw was… looking under rocks. His expression was blank, but something was definitely wrong… he just can’t describe it. He decided to hide how he really felt from the rest of the clan for now.

After what seemed like hours of searching, it was Eskerstar that found them… neither of them in a great state. Rimeheart was limping because of his broken leg, while also in tears. Lightningpaw was dead, a few flies taking the opportunity to feast on his newly-decaying flesh.

“What… what happened?”

“Lightningpaw tried a to catch a rabbit while going across the Thunderpath… and I got hit as well when I tried to chase him off… I would have much rather died if he got to live… I… I’m so sorry… I know he was supposed to become a warrior, and… where are you going?”

“I’ll get the rest of Lightclan. You stay here, alright? I’ll make sure Crevasserise gets rosemary for the body… I think there’s one more thing we should do before the burial.”

“Um… ok… Leader’s words…”

“I won’t take too long, ok? I promise.” Eskerstar turned around and left… Rimeheart didn’t want to be left with the body… but he knew that the vigils are important… Vortexpaw eventually found him, looking extremely tired.

“Oh, thank stars you’re… hic… you’re… you’re not ok… what am I saying? Is… is he…”

“Yes… he’s dead… I’m sorry…”

Vortexpaw broke down crying… he looks sadder now than… any other day Rimeheart has seen him. He should probably talk to to Crevasserise about this.

Vortexpaw is grieving Lightningpaw. (In game, it’s seasonal lethargy, so he won’t heal as soon as he would if he was actually grieving him.)

(Eskerstar: A medium-furred tan and white she-cat)

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

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

[lightclans-story]

Moon 7, part 4

Tw: this is likely some kind of abuse.

Owlweb doesn’t know why he’s here again. The muck-covered surroundings still reek of blood, and he hates the feeling of it against his paws. He just wants to get out. He wants to see the stars call for him again.

But for now, he’s face to face with it. And it looks pissed. The muck melts off of its body, revealing a grey, long-furred she-cat beneath.

“I’m disappointed in you, Owlweb. Don’t you know that you belong to me? Lightclan can’t save you, Starclan can’t save you, Sparklefang can’t save you, yadda yadda yadda. And to think, I made the mouse-brained decision to take the form of your own mother in these conversations just so you’d listen to me.”

It approaches Owlweb, who backed up into a tree.

“If you disrespect me again, then I’ll make sure that you stay here forever. I’ll make the others remember you just so you’ll suffer for longer. Don’t ignore me. Don’t pretend I’m not there. Don’t call me “it” like I’m a meaningless piece of fresh-kill! I won’t bother to drown you. It won’t even be fun for me to take you out in such an easy way.”

“Wh-what do you-“

It growled it Owlweb, not letting him complete his sentence. From somewhere, there was also a voice calling his name. He tried to find where that voice was coming from… but it seemed to be coming from a different direction each time his name was repeated.

“Do not disrespect me. You won’t go to Starclan when you die, but we don’t treat kits very well over here…”

“Sh-shut up…”

The creature bared its teeth when it heard that, and the muck started coating its body again. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“SHUT UP!”

The creature lunged towards Owlweb… its teeth quickly going around Owlweb’s neck…

…At the same time he woke up due to Vortexpaw’s nagging and kicked him off of him.

“What was that for? I wanted you to teach me some cool battling moves! My paws are clean too! Look!” Vortexpaw holds up a completely healed paw once he got up from being knocked down by the kick.

Owlweb didn’t say anything, having just realized what he was preparing to do.

He was ready to kill him, just because he showed up at the wrong time.

Owlweb dreams of the Dark Forest and wakes up with shock.

Vortexpaw’s paw pads have healed.

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

(Creature: A large, cat-like being covered in muck. (Pronouns: grr/grr/grrs/grrself))

(Downy: A long-furred, grey smokepoint she-cat (form taken by the Creature))

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

I can’t help myself, I need the OC creation to live.

For more context on Downy… she’s been dead for a while, and wanders the Unknown Residence. The Downy the Creature becomes is not the real Downy, but only a disguise. Because Owlweb can only speak to Dark Forest cats when it comes to his connection to the afterlife, he can only talk to the fake Downy.

Downy is not actually in the save.

[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.

[lightclans-story]

Moon 5, part 2

Crevasserise made his way into the medicine den, and upon seeing Vortexkit talking with Owlweb about his nightmares, he was not amused.

“Vortexkit. What are you doing? Owlweb needs his sleep! Do you know how terrifying it is to be woken up by your own mind?”

“Crevasse… it was scary? It sounded really cool! Another cat helping with fights? It means that he doesn’t have to be scared if something happens!”

Owlweb perked up upon hearing Vortexkit’s explanation… “I… I never thought about it that way.” He stands up, taking time to stretch.”

Crevasserise looked suspicious… “And… is there anything else, Vortexkit?”

Vortexkit lifted up a paw. Crevasserise sighed.

“Ok, I’ll get you some herbs for that... if we have any.”

Crevasserise’s paw pads have healed.

Owlweb’s “nightmares” have lessened.

(Crevasserise: A short-furred orange rosette tom)

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

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

[lightclans-story]

Moon 5, part 1

Again, mentions of a disability I don’t have.

TW: Implied self-harm.

Vortexkit can’t wait for today! The sun is shining, the fresh-kill is plentiful, and today is the day he’ll be 6 moons old! He was so exited… and so stressed… he should probably take a stop in the medicine den as he realized he might have bit his paw pads a little too much. It kinda hurts to walk.

As he stopped by, he noticed Owlweb sleeping in one of the nests, muttering something under his breath. Vortexkit tried to listen to what he was saying, purring as he did so… that poor cat’s probably having another nightmare.

The state of his paw pads… didn’t make things better. The older cat sniffed a bit as Vortexkit tried to listen, until he suddenly shot awake.

“BLOOD? Why is there blood? Am I hurt? Are you hurt? Am I-“

“Silly, you were sleepin’! How could you get hurt while sleepin’ in a safe place?”

Owlweb didn’t seem to have heard that. “WHY IN THE DARK FOREST AM I SMELLING BLOOD?”

Vortexkit just gingerly held up one of his bleeding paw pads. “I got stressed. I’m sorry I woke you up…”

Owlweb calmed down… “Oh… it’s… it’s just your paws… can you still talk to Crevasserise about that? I think his paws also healed, so…”

“Also, can I have two mentors like you? I want to learn more! Also who also decided to mentor you? I think I’ve only seen Eskerstar do the training!”

Owlweb’s expression turned to annoyance. “If you can also see it, then I swear to Starclan you do not want it as your mentor.”

Vortexkit tilted his head. “…What’s the “it” you’re talking about? I haven’t seen anything out of the… normal…”

Owlweb sighed. “Just wait for Crevasserise. I’m probably gonna need more poppy seeds anyway…”

Vortexkit bit his paw pads too much.

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

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