☁ Cloudclan- The Mark of the Stars. ☁

(been so ehh recently. i started my reply days ago but never go to finish when the ideas were fresh and so i kinda let it slide. imma try and get it in before work tmr. how are you Chris boo??)

(I really want to work on some new spicy situations and situationships and such and such. You have any characters you could use for some juicy forbidden romance?)

(Finally. Here we are. I wont take that long next time.)

Palesmoke sighed and shook his head in a mixture of annoyance and amusement as Fogspell complained and paced, doing literally the opposite of what the medicine cats had advised him to do. For a moon, Palesmoke watched him mutter, jab, squirm and even yowl his displeasure at being looked over and confined to camp and again and again the demure warrior did his best to soothe his proud mate to no avail. He was more than relieved when Mouseear decided to accompany him today- there was pretty much no one more capable of capping a cranky Fogspell better than his sister. Palesmoke secretly envied the queen’s abilities but then again, even after all this time, he couldnt find a bone in his body that could be stern to the tom who stole his heart all those seasons ago.

“You know very well it does hurt dear,” he meowed gently as he nudged the injured tom’s shoulder, urging him to take to his nest. “I can see you limping still and Rowanberry said that the more you stay on it the more it might get in-”

A familiar scent drifted from the open space ahead and Palesmoke peered over his shoulder instinctively as if he was back in the nursery. “Fawnie!” In two strides the warrior was by his daughter’s side, nuzzling her and purring. She had been on an odd cycle in the last quarter moon; one day she was here to keep them company or out hunting and training with Palesmoke, and other days she seemed to avoid them all together. When he’d corner Perry and ask her if she noticed anything weird, the young cat seemed to suddenly be loss for words or busy herself. Palesmoke hated being out of the loop especially when it involved his loved ones, but he hated confrontation more. He decided that he would wait until she- or anyone at this point- was ready to indulge him. “How are you? You look tired my dear have you eaten? You know its nearly sunhigh you cant-”

A flash of golden fur flickered in the corner of his eyes and rather silently for his size Cloverblade shifted into view. His head was held high and his gaze calm as it usually was but the stiffness in his shoulders told Palesmoke not all was well in this equation. He looked back at Fawnstripe who was now peering at a piece of moss stuck between her toes. What was going on? Slight nervous, Palesmoke let out a small chuckle. “Well hello to you too Cloverblade. I wasnt expecting you to come along; weren't you supposed to be on the dawn hunting patrol?”

Fawnstripe spoke up then, her voice wobbly with some sort of tension. “No he asked Morningstar to be excused. Look, Dad, Papa?” Her gaze flickered to where her aunt sat sharp eyed. “And Auntie Mouse… I have something to say. And…and I know it might not be what you want to hear and im sorry if this makes you upset with me and im sorry if-”

Palesmoke placed a paw on her shoulder, struggling to fight back his own panic as he attempted to calm hers. Whats the matter? Oh StarClan let her be healthy… “Take your time beloved. No matter what you have to tell us wont change how we feel about you.” His chest burned with deep affection as he licked her forehead, almost the same way he did the first night she slept in his and Fogspell’s nest. He wanted her to feel that love and security because it was stronger than any feeling he ever had before in his life. “So what is it?”

Fawnstripe looked up. Her throat was dry- why didnt I take some of the wet moss Perry had left for me?- and met Palesmoke’s kind and patient gaze. Fogspell met her gaze from behind him- his pale green eyes unreadable. She pressed her flank to Cloverblade’s, her belly tumbling and not for the first time did she wonder if it was the kits or her nerves. “I…I’m expecting kits. Due in over a moon.”

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Riverflower rolled her eyes and reached into his nest, shifting around some of the moss to where he was the most sore. “You’ll do no such thing to any of our kits,” she meowed matter-of-factly but as she pulled out one of the tougher bits of bedding, she understood the hesitation her mate felt. She knew she wouldnt want to have to talk to any of those thistledown for brains having excuse for warriors- they werent too fond of her mother being an outsider who made a well-respected Watcher break his vows and mother half the kits in the nursery. She sighed when Sid licked her cheek and in turn touched her nose to his uninjured ear.

“Trust me, most of us have felt the ire of those sack of bones. But maybe if you can find him on a day where he is less… intense? I dont know how to describe his whole persona sometimes but you get it, right? Maybe try catching him one on one- it wont lessen his dislike for you but at least you wont have to deal with him and Vinepaw’s mother- whichever one that is.” She went back to sniffing out the less than stellar parts of the bedding. “Plus if its your goal to prove to the leaders that you are a great mentor no matter the challenge, you might want to use all the options you have. Maybe if Shadowstar or Alderstar sees you trying to get to her parents they will be more understanding of your issues with Vinepaw.”

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You dont… want me? Confusion set in as Ashfox tumbled off his paws, nearly carried away by the uncharacteristic shove from Rosepetal. He didnt even have the energy to keep himself stable; he could only keep his eyes trained on her, desperate for words to say when she finally turned her gaze, a cold, very unsettling one, on him.

He froze. She didnt seem very… receptive. He wasnt sure how to say all that he had been feeling and all he had discussed with Cinnamonsky. The old cat sat nearby, her calming, lucid expression settling him- no! He couldnt look her way. The first thing out of Rosepetal’s mouth was her accusing him of needing her mother to make up his mind about her. While she wasnt exactly wrong, the last thing he needed was for Rosepetal to pick up on that and shut him out completely. He cleared his throat, his gaze flicking to and fro from his paws to the stoic expression on the love of his life’s face. He could do this! He needed to do this.

“Erm…” he began, desperately reaching out for words he could say. “I just- well not just, but I wanted to start with a sorry. You deserve better than what I did. I was… well, a coward now that I think about it. I knew what meeting your mother meant for us but all I could actually think about at that time was what it meant for me. I was being selfish only cause I foolishly wanted to hang on to my life before I met you. Its all been going so fast that I…” He blinked slowly and dipped his head. “I was just hesitant I guess. But now… look, Rose I have never met someone like you. Never would I ever thought I would either. Cats like me dont attract cats like you- and now you know why.” He felt his heart wrench up. There was no way saying things like this were going to help his case. He couldnt even look her in the eye and say them! Yet he came this far and if he was going to win her back, he wanted to be honest and do it with a clear and open heart. It would have to be up to her.

He stepped forward, his head fixed on her as he continued, his heart ready to fall out of his ribcage. “Rosepetal, all those things I said were true but I love you. I do. It took you ready to leave me and send me back to the life I had to realize that. Now that you have been in my life its wrong, so wrong, to let you go. I want to be with you, to love you and to grow with you and if I ever had any doubt about that, I can promise you that it is all gone now.” He looked her in the eye and sighed. “Could you please forgive me?”

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Primrosedapple looked around the den as the leaders spoke to her, giving her time to give one last mull over her choice. Frankly, she didnt need it. She had always been intrigued by the Watch since she had been an apprentice and talking to them every moon when they came down to report made her realize that the life of service and hard work was one she felt called to her. Her eyes danced over each cat in the den. Hyenaspots was a loyal and fierce deputy for seasons now; Rowanberry was the greatest kit bearer in generations and Shadowstar and Alderstar were loving mates, in step with one another in love and in leading the clan. All of them were honorable warriors leaving their mark and Primerosedapple wanted to be just like that in her own way.

The gray and white warrior straightened her posture, her muzzle high and dignified. “I do. I find protecting my home and my clan a greater need than my own comfort. I am more than willing to join the Watch.”

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Dewpaw hesitated for a few heartbeats. He never went anywhere without his sister. She had always been the more more vocal one about their insecurities about becoming apprentices but Dewpaw had felt just as strongly as her. He had hoped to spend their first day of training together but… he cast one look back at the empty nest next to his, cold with abandon. I guess I can see her later today. Im sure wherever she is she’s safe…

With a shake of his head the small tom dashed out of camp, ducking under the belly of several waking senior warriors in his haste to catch up. Just as he reached the entrance, a soft voice echoed from beside the camp wall. “You were going to leave without saying bye to your old tom?” Palesmoke gracefully hopped off a large root and pressed his muzzle to his son’s head, purring. Suddenly at ease about Meadowpaw’s absence, Dewpaw melted into his father’s affection. “I didnt think you’d be waiting for me- you and Dad said you guys would be going on a bedding patrol with Woodenspire and Moonflower.”

Palesmoke chuckled, glancing over his shoulder briefly at some figures loitering in the distance. “Well yes, but I couldnt see one of my kits leave without saying bye and good luck. Its your first day out the camp and that’s always a huge moment.” He turned back, his clear blue eyes warm and shimmering. “Meadowpaw came by earlier with her mentor all flustered and nervous for her first day yet oddly also very exciting. I know you feel the exact same way… even if you dont say it.” Dewpaw ducked his head in embarrassment as Palesmoke laughed and wrapped his tail around his shoulders. “Never you mind that my love. All you need to do is be willing to learn and cordial with your peers and it will go just fine. Do you believe that?”

Dewpaw looked up at his father, some of his apprehension fading. Maybe it didnt matter that Meadowpaw and him werent together. They couldnt be together all their lives after all and so maybe this will help him. He blinked happily at Palesmoke. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”


Dewpaw was huffing when he and Sunnyarch finally reached their destination. In a dip in the eart full of steaming water was Harbinger, lazily lounged in the hot pool, the water gently rippling as he moved about and turned his head to the new arrivals in greeting. Dewpaw could barely catch his breath- Sunnyarch had sped through the forest so determined to beat his father to the meeting spot that Dewpaw was left to dodge, trip and tumble his way through the undergrowth on his first day. I didnt do too bad I suppose, he mused as he inched closer to examine the hissing water Harbinger seemed to love so much. I’ll know this forest like the bottom of my foot by the time I’m a warrior that's for sure. He opened his mouth to ask exactly what was Harbinger doing in the oddly warm pool of water when Whitepaw bounced forward, her flowy pure white fur standing out like a branch against the earthy colors of the forest around them. “Can we get on with training pleaseeee? I'm bored out of my mind just standing here looking at water too hot to drink. No offense,” she added hastily with a slightly guilty look at her mentor.

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(We did discuss. One was going to be a girlie from the Watch who would die having their kids and that was a whole thing and we had a second but I cant remember who she is tbh)

Morningstar happily accompanied the old medicine cat as they casually strolled out of camp. Even in the setting sun she was a beautiful cat in her own unique way and as Morningstar looked at her from the side of his eye, he couldnt help but be filled with an odd sense of nostalgia. He had been only an apprentice when Cypressprayer had been a medicine cat. He could hardly recall a moment in his many seasons where she wasnt around to comfort and guide anyone who stepped foot in her den- and even those who were too scared to come, but needed her in some way shape or form. The Clan owes her so much… We have been lucky to have her as our lead healer for so many seasons, the white-bellied warrior mused as the she-cat motioned for them to settle down near a yew bush past the Star Grotto.

The leader sat to listen, expecting to simply talk about how he was doing with the leadership role to be informed of any thing going on with a patient the healer had, but his disposition was dampened when the clear, steady demeanor Cyrpressprayer always had contrasted with the very mortal words she began to talking about.

Then he felt the mass.

Morningstar’s belly twisted as he slowly drew his paw away, his eyes wide with shock as Cyrpressprayer gave him her trademark simple smiles. He couldnt imagine the kind of state of mind one could have when they knew death was close. He personally had always wondered which reality was better- one where you lived your life everyday not knowing which would be your last or living the hard, certain truth that you were going to die one day very soon and all you could do was wait and… wait. Even now, looking into the calm and collected eyes of the medicine cat, the answer wasnt clear. He was sure this wasnt what she expected for herself… but she wasnt in any disturbance. Not one he could see at least and Morningstar didnt dare ask her about it either. The last thing Cypressprayer wanted from anyone was pity about her life and what she went through. Morningstar was speechless for a moment after, and a silence grew as he tried to make sense of the news and what the healer wanted. With an illness like this, he knew she wouldnt have much longer. While she did say she wanted a cat to volunteer to join her up on the Wall, he knew that the choice needed to be made sooner or later. That was something that required guidance… and for the first time in his life it wasnt something any medicine cat could give him.

“The Clan honors you, Cypressprayer,” the leader found himself saying, forcing himself to remain steady as he drew his attention back to the old healer. “You have given countless moons to the service of this clan and have guided many souls to the first breaths and many more to their final journeys. You are more than free to join the Watch and live out your days as you wish- no cat can deny you that one request.” His heart felt heavy as if the healer was already slipping away. In a way she was… actually in more ways than one. He bowed his head to her briefly to seal his approval. “When do you intend to… move on? Have you discussed this with the whole medicine cat group?”

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Morningheart was getting tired.

He had been nervous at the beginning of the ceremony, then excited to see his former clanmates and to see the legendary warriors of StarClan. Now however, his legs were trembling. His neck was beginning to weaken and his head was beginning ti slowly droop and the dull, faint throb of tiredness was whisking over him. He at first didnt notice the starry warriors splitting to create a singular alley towards Morningheart. Then soft, but sure pawsteps encroached his ears and suddenly remembering where he was, Morningheart snapped into attention, his weariness momentarily forgotten as he stood face to face with…

Morningheart gasped, taking a step back almost instinctively when the newcomer introduced himself. Cloudstar?? Himself?? No one said he was going to be here!! Did he come to all new leaders or am I just… no, I cant be. I would ask Shadowstar if he saw him too but I dont think I’ll be allowed to say anything about this to anyone. Unless…

The long-legged warrior shook his head, trying to get back to focus. It was astounding to see the founder of CloudClan. He wasn't as big as Morningstar had imagined him… if anything Morningheart stood above him, his long legs actually being useful compared to the giants that lived in CloudClan. The tom before him was not tall or big by any means but in his posture was an old, mystical sense of authority that none of the other StarClan cats possessed. Morningheart took a deep breath. He smelled unlike any of the cats too- cool, clean and sharp like the wind from the mountains but also achingly familiar as if Morningheart had known him all his life. For a moment all he could do was stare back at the tom, who’s eyes sparkled with infinite knowledge, an oddly comforting sense of care and kindness. Finding his voice with a start he meowed, “Oh.. yes. I mean no I'm not tired.” He blinked then looked at his toes embarrassingly. “Well… to be truthful I am a little. I didn't think it would be so intense getting these lives and I had no idea I would meet you and… well its alot. But I'm still here to get my last life,” he added quickly, pushing past the discomfort to stand up taller, trying to appear dignified, worthy to stand before the legendary figure. “I said I was ready for this responsibility. A little tiredness won't get in the way of that. I am ready for my ninth life.”

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(im so excited for this journeyyyy. Do you have specific characters you want, a certain number or is that still undecided?)

Dapplebelly shook her whiskers against the cool morning breeze as she hunched besides Cooperhawk, waiting for Diamondfaith to round up the rest of the journeying cats. She been honored to be chosen for such a vital mission and had hoped she would have been since the rumors began flying around that the leaders had an expedition planned. Yet back then the weather was still wet and cold and the trees still bare and Dapplebelly, knowing how she feels about cold mornings, was apprehensive of exactly when this mission would be announced. Lo and behold, as the days began much warmer and the sun stayed out longer, that was when the leaders decided on making it official. Now, even though she wasnt fully awake, the cool but not biting breeze was welcome to chase away the stuffiness of the night. Licking a paw and drawing over her still unruly whiskers, she interrupted the excited murmurs of Cooperhawk and Bronzeeagle. “I wonder what direction we are going. Most of us have never been outside the Valley so it will be interesting to see what lies ahead there.” (this is foreshadowingggggg)

“Aww he isnt scared, are you son?” Icemoon gave a soft cuff to his only kit’s shoulder, his eyes crinkled with laughter and excitement. It was clear he didnt feel as apprehensive about the journey as much as his mate did. It wasnt everyday you got to explore the world outside the Valley and even though he had been beyond it before, this time was no less exciting. One was never trapped here but when you had everything you needed…

Icemoon’s smile faded as he realized Snowpaw was looking far less of himself. His son had grown very well but now he seemed drawn together, his shoulders hunched and his face shadowed as he looked down at his paws. He’s actually going to miss us! Oh stars… Icemoon lowered his head, nuzzling the snowy white tom’s cheek. “Aww dont be so down little warrior. Your mother is the toughest cat in this clan and I’ve got my wits to me- most of the time anyways,” he joked. He cast his dark blue eyes over to Topazloch knowingly. “I say we have a good chance of coming back home just fine.”

Sorrelwhisker was sitting calmly, her tail- as thick as her father’s- wrapped neatly around her paws as she soothed the anxious gathering of apprentices that crouched before her. She couldnt blame them for being so jittery. She was not much older than them for the most part and she too hadnt been outside the Valley before nor had she ever been part of a mission so serious. She hadnt been on a warrior mission at all actually. Her own unease had tormented her since Diamondfaith and Alderstar announced who was going to be part of the patrol yet when she vented to her parents, her mother had been quick to shut down any dramatic outbursts.

“You should control those fears no matter how strong,” Ivyleaf had advised her daughter matter-of-factly as she gnawed at the leftover rabbit. Her father, Redmouse was half asleep, licking his flank lazily and nodded in agreement. Her mother had went on. “The older warriors will be watching you to see how well you hold your nerve and the apprentices who are going will look to you for support. You will always feel this way- it is normal but-” she tore off a rather tough ligament and gulped half of it down. “But showing self control and steadiness in signs of unease and trouble are what will make you stand out among others.”

With a reluctant nod, Sorrelwhisker had agreed and now here she was, doing her best to seem dignified while the younger cats pestered her for advice and to vent themselves. “No, I cannot be sure there will not be any badgers in the forest, Morningpaw but there are more than enough of us to deal with one if we see one. There is enough of us to deal with anything that comes our way. Yes, even eagles Sparrowpaw. We shouldnt encounter much of those out there anyways…”

(Also I think you forgot the last leg of Morningheart's ceremony. 🩵)

(Nah, you didn't. I just literally didn't fuggin' see it. xD)

Umberpatch was having one of his strange dreams again. 

He found himself lost, wandering half-hopeless through a thick prong of woods that he didn't recognize. A light breeze ruffled his fur and the moss was soft and cool under his paws. In the distance, atop a low hill, he saw her. She was small and thin but he had come to recognize her silhouette as familiarly as his own shadow. Umberpatch ran to meet her and atop the crest of the hill, he pushed his face into her wiry, copper fur.

"Mother," he whispered as he drank in the scent of the molly who had given birth to him- a cat he had never met. Penny her name was and she was nothing extraordinary. Just a small, awkward, skinny cat with bristle-like ruddy fur and unremarkable gray eyes. She smiled softly at her son and cupped his cheek with her paw. 

"Hello, darling boy. You look well."

"Thank you," he replied gently as he stared adoringly in the plain face he'd come to adore so much. "I see you still haven't found Starclan's skies. I hope you can travel there at some point. I know that Sweetlyric would love to see you."

"In due time. I'll find my way. I always do," Penny replied as she and her son began to walk side by side down the opposite side of the hill. "Milkflower has successfully had another litter. Has she expressed a desire for more?"

"At least one more set- from Eagleoak. Have you seen them? The new litter?"

"Of course I have! They're lovely girls. Of course I'm a bit biased considering that they're yours," she purred proudly. As they went along, the territory around them started to become more familiar and Umberpatch realized in awe that they were now in the Valley. "Lyrickit's eye favors yours. Dovekit favors her uncle. Sunkit... well. She's all Milkflower when it comes to her body build. I'm grateful none of them favor me."

"I think you're beautiful."

"I'm not," Penny said plainly as they made their way through Cloudclan's camp. "But they are..." the she-cat paused suddenly by the warrior's den and her pupils narrowed. "Your kin in this clan is heavy... you do know that, don't you?"

Umberpatch furrowed his eyebrows. "Obsidianspire is my only kin, mother. And he has only two sons for now and neither of them have claimed..."

"That's not what I meant..." Penny flicked her tail for him to follow her and silently, the two cats entered the quarters of the clan's bravest as they slept. Inside, Penny found two different batches of cats. She tilted her head over Moonflower's brood as they slept tightly curled up together. "These warriors... so young. With so much weight to carry. Star-Kissed, you told me they were."

"Moonflower and I share no blood..."

"Umberpatch, can you not see with your own eyes?"

"I'm partially blind in one- so maybe not." Penny swatted her son's ear. 

"Umberpatch!"

The medicine cat flicked an ear and studied the litter in front of him. His heart started to pound. "Woodenspire... he isn't their father, is he?"

"No. As much as he wishes he was."

"Who is?..."

"The one who sees the ghosts..." Penny tipped her head toward Wildbriar as the feisty she-cat slept. "She has mismatched eyes."

Umberpatch's stomach dropped. "Lincoln."

"Not just them," Penny told him urgently. She flicked her tail toward where Cherryseed and Peartree's boys were snoring loudly in a pile of themselves. "Them too. Through force... their mother was from another clan."

"Stars in Silverpelt..." Umberpatch had to lay down to keep himself from falling over. "And Tundrastar and Ace in Goldenclan!"

"The leader of Xhii's Tribe is also one of Lincoln's bastards," Penny told her son gently. "There are more even still... and more still yet to come."

"Why are you telling me this?" Umberpatch asked desperately with tears in his eyes. "It isn't like we can change what we are or who sired us."

"Because family is power," Penny replied as she cupped her paw under Umberpatch's chin and lifted his head so he was studying her eyes. "And comfort. Just as you have been there for your nephews- be there for them. This is your kin, Umberpatch. And Obsidianspire's too. He has a right to know. And so do they."

"How would I explain it to them?" Umberpatch questioned with tears in his eyes. "My dead mother came to me in a dream? She told me that my sociopath of a father just manipulates mollies- or assaults them- and I know you're my half-siblings? What if it isn't something that is meant to be known? Moonflower has stood that Woodenspire is her litter's father. It is not my right to break that truth. Or CherrySeed's litter! They love their kits- they're happy. Why would I ruin that?"

"Because family is power," Penny repeated softly as the dream began to fade. "And comfort. This is your kin, Umberpatch. And Obsidianspire's too. He has a right to know. And so do they."



Umberpatch woke with a jump. He had to quickly and silently remove himself from camp to empty the contents of his stomach into the wet, dewy grass. He stared up at the still-glimmering stars and wondered how far Lincoln's insanity had spread. To the Vale? To the Wall? To lands unknown? He hung his head and closed his eyes as he wrestled with all he had learned. Finally, he made a single decision. He needed the hearts of cats he knew he could trust. Ones that would be even more honest and unbiased than his mates would be. He decided to speak to two cats he loved very, very dearly. His nephews.

(Happy birthday Mikah!!!)

(And for inside the clan-

~Ashensky- outgoing and flirtatious, Ashensky is a bit of a mixup between her litter-mates. She can be shy and sweet but her tenderness if often misleading, as it's entirely situational. She, in general, is very playful and energetic and has been known from her apprenticehood to be a horrible flirt. And man, let me tell you... she's a looker. Her fur is a soft beige color but that's just the base coat. Her throat is a soft cream and she has layers of richer brown, woody hues, and ashy earth tones shades along the back half of her body. It gives a pretty marble effect and she's very proud of it. Her ears are a darker tan than her base coat and she has brown lightning like markings under her eyes- of which, the irises are mismatched. Her left eye is yellow and the right eye is green. Her eyes and coat aren't the only off things about her. While the rest of her litter is shaped more so like their father, or are patterned like him in some way, Ashensky is built almost entirely like her grandmother- Goldenstar. She has a slender, petite frame with dainty paws and her fur is flowy at certain points and plums at her joints, chest, and cheeks. Oh, and she has a tail- unlike the rest of her litter. Despite her desire to be, well, desired, Ashensky gets her feelings hurt very easily and can be a bit of a drama queen. Despite this, her brother, Stormbringer, is literally wrapped around her paw and he can't stand to see her upset. And God help you if you're the cat who hurt her. || Silverlark and Lyxncreed's kit. Sister to Dustdapple, Stormbringer, and Eclipselight (in Inkclan). Half-sister to Fawnwhisper(in the Watch), Primrosedawn, and the late Skyfrost. Was nursed and raised by Aldershade and Lilacdew as their adopted kits. Adopted sister of Antlershard and Creekflower. Niece of Mistletoemelody and cousin to Wolfsayer. || Chaotic pansexual. Poly-ish?... No preference. She just loves the attention. || Goldenstar. ||

~Haildapple- fiery and sharp-tongued, this pretty kitty learned from an early age that the world will turn its back on you and punish a child for the sin of the parents. Haildapple is a pretty, lithe she-cat, the polar opposite of her brother and- for most cats- is the odd sibling out of the litter. I mean... She does look absolutely nothing like her mother when it comes to body structure. This is a slender, lean-muscled she-cat with dainty paws and petite features that are built for speed and agility (isn't that a Phoenixclan trait?...) She has beautiful, misty gray fur that is dotted with white and darker gray dapples along her spine, paws, throat, and face. She has smaller white flecks across her flanks, undertail, and ears. She is... A beautiful she-cat with a wedged face, pointed ears, and long, feathery gray whiskers. Her fur isn't short but isn't long either- pluming in precise places (didn't Goldenstar's do that?...) Haildapple also has breathtaking eyes; a shade of blue so pale that they can look white at first glance. She is extremely close to her mother and brother and will defend them both ferociously- even though her goliath sibling doesn't need her protection. Haildapple hasn't had an easy life, being the bastard daughter of a Dishonored Watch Medicine Cat- Icegem. Despite her mother's unsavory title, this pretty Warrior was always a devoted daughter and she gets absolutely beyond livid when cats start whispering about who her father might be. She doesn't need to know. Her mother was plenty good enough! Even after Icegem accidentally revealed that Haildapple is related to Goldenstar- after spending her entire life creating walls of secrets to hide who sired them- Haildapple remained close to her mother. She was devestated by Icegem's death and then by her twin's decision to join the Clan's Watch. She is rather snappy and unpredictable now so I'd approach with mild caution. || Biological parents are Hollymoon and Rockshadow in the Watch. Biological sibling is Icedust(in the Watch). Is adopted by Icegem but she doesn't know that. || Bisexual. Prefers toms. || Goldenstar. ||

~Pecanbriar- Pecanbriar- like the rest of her litter- had a rough start to life. She and her siblings were born early during a clan-wide pandemic and their biological mother- Spottedsquirrel- died in the birthing process. As orphans, they were taken up by Mouseear for nursing but quickly were adopted by a lovely duo who became their mothers. Enter Peartree and Cherryseed. Now, Pecanbriar herself took very little from her mother and looks far more like her father and maternal grandfather- Woodtremor. Pecanbriar is a small, pretty, she-cat with petite features and very pink ears, nose, lips, and paw-pads. Her fur is triple toned and her underbelly and throat are a dark cream. Her paws, cheeks, chest and nose ridge are all a rich, syrupy brown and the rest of her pelt is a dark, rich red color. She has bright, intelligent green eyes that come from her late father- Weaselsoul. This is an energetic and eager to please Warrior and she is extremely close to all of the members of her little makeshift family. Even as a kit, Pecanbriar was very fond of Harbinger- her adopted grandfather- even as others found him strange or scary. She adores her mothers and often likes to joke that she looks enough like Cherryseed to be her actual daughter. Despite her kind and friendly nature, I would never give Pecan any grief over her sibling- Cashewfleck. They are the best of friends along with Hazelnut and it's one of the only ways to get any kind of spite or aggression from this pretty, tender kitty. The only thing... she is sometimes seen chatting with Woodtremor from the Watch. They try to do this as nonchalantly as possible but... she does love him. || Biological daughter of the late Spottedsquirrel and the late Weaselsoul. Biological granddaughter of Woodtremor- Watch Co-Captain- and Strawberryfrost(Berry). Adopted kit of Cherryseed and Peartree. Biological sister to Hazelnut and Cashewfleck. Adopted sister to Limewood, Lemonrush, Clementinecoat, Boysenberrybranch, and Elderwish. || Pretty straight honestly. || Goldenstar. ||

~Riverjoy♢- energetic and kind, this she-cat is as dedicated as she is... confident. Riverjoy- or just Joy- is a soft gray color so mute it almost looks white. Her pelt is the solid shade all the way throughout, only darkening slightly in certain areas like her ear-tips, muzzle, paws, and tail- but even then the color isn't a hue past that of fog. She has thick, plush, velvety soft fur that she obsessively tidies and cleans. Her paw pad, ears, nose, and lips are all dark gray and she has black 'eyeliner' around her eyes that make them pop against her pale fur. She has intense, beautiful, almost cosmic colored irises and she credits them as her favorite feature. Ever since she has been old enough for comprehension, Riverjoy has understood that she is, well... Beautiful. And she loves it. Even though she's kind and mostly selfless, a lot of cats can see her as conceded even though it's really just a high-marked level of confidence. Riverpaw is very close to her family and loves her mother deeply- and is one of only a few in her litter who has managed to stay close to both of her parents and forgive them their sins. She has a super weird thing about older toms though- something that sets Onyxlegend's nerves on fire. She has repeatedly told everyone that she has a heavy attraction to Crowshade- a statement he doesn't take lightly and he is often uncomfortable in her presence... It has calmed down a bit since she became a Warrior but the former leader still doesn't fancy being along with her for too long. Riverjoy is heavily dedicated to things that she finds interesting- rather it be a patrol or a hunting expedition or simply someone handsome in the clan she has her eye on. Despite her heavy flirting, it's all in good fun. She's never overstep someone's boundaries... they just have to be set in stone. || Daughter of Ovallake and Onyxlegend. Sister to Cricketsong, Earthtremor, Thundercurse, Windshutter, Skypromise, Shadowpixie, Clydepyre, Bloodcry, Resindrop, Brindleblur, Havencall, Crouchingstorm, and Antelopesplash. || Heterosexual/potential to be polyamorous because she loves attention. She won't hesitate at all to break the Warrior Code for someone she loves... or likes. Or whatever. You get the picture. || Spirit Stone- Opal. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||

~Faithhex- pretty, sassy, and incredibly opinionated, Faithhex often walks the line between confident and arrogant but it isn't something she does intentionally. This molly has a very distinct personality. She's a total sweetheart but she doesn't mind to show her teeth when, and if, necessary. She is a pretty she-cat with unusual coloration. Her base color is black and her pelt is genuinely short except for her tail, chest, and bends of her joints. However, starting just above her paws is a swirling type pattern that is white. The pattern continues up her legs to her shoulders and through the rest of her pelt but the color doesn't stay blank. As it progresses up her body, it shades from white to gray then blends into a blood red. She has a slender body with petite paws and pretty, almond-shaped green eyes. Faithhex also has an usual pink nose, pink ears, and pink paws pads- something uncommon in black cats. She is extremely close to all three of her paternal units- especially her fathers though. She really enjoys spending time with Reddapple and Prayerkeeper- even though she's aware there's something not quite right about her sister. || Her mother is Coldrise, her fathers are Rowanstar and Crowshade; her siblings are Reddapple, Littlesmoke, Hurricaneroar, Twilightstream, Prayerkeeper, Frostedglen, Stonecrypt, Fallenfire, and Phoenixscript. || Pansexual. || Goldenstar. ||




Any of these strike your fancy?)

(Ok so i'm gonna start my reply tonight and hopefully send it in by tomorrow. I really wanna get it in fast you deserve it. So a few things:

1- is Umberpatch gonna talk to Sid's boys? Do you want me to add them to the thread or do you wanna take them up again some other time? Moonflower isnt gonna like the truth coming out at all poor thing. The kits will be devastated.

2- Out of the the two Watchers I was so divided. Pantherpounce has such a cool name I dont want her to die but I didnt want another Fawn name in my orbit cause I'll get confused... but ultimately I will go with Pantherpounce. We can definitely set up her kitting now- how do you want this to go down? im so intrigued haha)

3- the choice among the Clan girlies was even harder. Riverjoy seems like the best fit since she wouldnt be much of one to get too attached as long as she got the attention for a little. but i already have like 4 of the 13's girls in my clutches in some shape of form so idk about her. Haildapple is so cool like she is my favorite out of the bunch but I dont know how well Morningstar and her would even click. She kinda reminds of of Sycamore who was intense, and Morning would have learned his lessons to stay away from pretty but sharp nnnn. I think Pecanbriar would be a great choice. He could def get along with her and I just love that whole family so much.

How would this go down? Is the Watcher litter and the clan litter born the same time? do we want to give the clan one and Morningstar some back story or should we give the litters space between them and just introduce. I was thinking about litter size too- maybe just 2 for the Watcher queen and 4 for the clan one? what do you think? we can always alter ofcccc)

(1.) I don't think Umberpatch is going to tell them who. I think he just wants their advice. If it's okay with you- I want to build it in a way that says that, between the lines of our RPS, that Umberpatch stayed very close with Lakecloud and Pooltide. Like, behind Sid's back, they'd have conversations and stayed in close contact throughout their lives. It's a secret the boys keep from their parents. That's why he'd want to ask their advice, because their relationship is so strong and he knows they'll be honest with him about what "the right move" is.

2.) I was realllllllllly hoping you'd pick Pantherpounce for a couple of different reasons. A.) she's a SUPER strong character so for her to die during kitting would be a blow to the gut for the Watch. B.) That would make Lionmane the last standing of his litter and it means I can start unraveling him a bit as well as try to work on his character since Rowan isn't coming back. I really want to give him a toxic love interest. I don't know why but I've always felt like Lionmane just... doesn't get a happy ending. Good soup. Food for thought. I'm excited.

3.) Okay but LITERALLY the only people in this forum are you, me, and Mikah... so we're all going to end up pawning off our characters to each other anyway. xD So I'm super not against you nabbing another one of the Fourteen. I threw Haildapple in there because she's EXPLOSIVE and flirty and I know that Morningstar be a little weak in the love and lust department. Hahaha. Pecanbriar is a GREAT choice though because I've been dying to yeet her into some drama for a minute. 

4.) I was thinking Pantherpounce can be in labor kind of currently? It would be like, the first test (besides Cypressprayer's bomb drop) for Morningstar as leader. To literally walk out of the tunnel to be greeted by a Watcher party with two kits and bad news. And I actually really like the idea of maybe letting Pecanbriar and him cook? Like they're on-again, off-again kind of and she doesn't know how to tell him? Or even that the kits are his maybe?   Thoughts about that?

5.) Those litter sizes are perfect. Panther has always been a big girl so she could easily carry two kits and nobody even know they're there. And for Pecanbriar (if she's the one we're going with <3), I think four is a great number!

1- ok good thats a cool plot. I always imagined them as being secretly close, i think you mentioned it offhandedly way back when they were just created. I know Pooltide just loves him awww

2- Killing her off to wreck poor Lion oh goodness but it makes sense. Tbh I think the whole family might just start falling like dominoes after Panther dies. Lion will go mentally, and Shadowman and Starlinghex are like the oldest cats in the clan now. poor them.

3- You right XDDDD I think eventually ill send a character to Riverjoy cause she sounds so fun and I need another fun romance for a certai  few babies. Pecanbriar is the one i wanna go with but damn... I can think of another character to be a mess with Haildapple but they might be in another clan...

4- Oh ok then I like that! Do you want to start the Panther babies news arc now? It can take place anytime and omg yesss after the Panther drama and sadness he could be more vulnerable than ever and Pecan can be who he leans on/attaches to in order to move on or be less stressed. And omggg yes do that- he can be totally unaware they are his cause you can make Pecan not be serious about him and he can get jealous and try and find someone else and so he will never suspect they are his!! Especially if he will still be trying to secretly keep an eye on his kits with panther since he wont be able to claim them...

5- and bet! I already made rough drafts for my 3 nnn I'll post them after I finish up my reply tonight))

(Teehee)

(Thank you!!! 🥹)

(I live in Kentucky so yes, the heat wave has hit us and yes- I am dying. xD Also my electricity bill is gonna be crazzzy.

How are you baby love? You doing okay?)