#rookpaw

[loonarmuunar]

THE GRIND… IS D O N E

Plus this

#my art #waca #warrior cats #warriors oc #waca oc #waca art #waca fanart #warrior cats oc #chivesclan #garlicstar #sandstripe #lilypaw #asphodelberry #sagepelt #bugbriar #rookpaw #crowpaw #ravenpaw #warrior cats fanart #warrior cats clan #waca fanclan #fanclan

[sedge-and-sanctuary]

Moon Eight - Frostcreep

Sedgeclan has no Deputy!

Coniferstar and Snowstreak find a dead cat by the thunderpath while on patrol. Harebolt has an encounter with a Starclan cat. Clan Rule Established: No cat of Sedgeclan is permitted to cross the southern border.

Cats Mentioned: Coniferstar - 28 moons - Leader Harebolt- 106 moons - Medicine Cat Snowstreak - 107 moons - Warrior Rookpaw - ?? moons - ???

“He’s lying to you,” A voice says, from over Harebolt’s shoulder. Harebolt turns, bristling. Did every strange cat she came across have to sneak up behind her to start a conversation? “You could start with ‘hello'.”

The cat who’d spoken laughs; a stranger to her, though Harebolt knows most of the rogues and loners of the tundra, at least in passing. A thick-furred black tom, with bright, glittering green eyes. Young– but big, for a loner, and well-muscled. In the early, Frostcreep night, his fur looks almost silver; brushed paler by the waxing moon. He blinks a greeting to her. “Hello, then. I’m sorry. But there isn’t very much time.” Harebolt frowns. “Why not? Why does every tom I meet lately speak in riddles?” He dips his head, apologetic. “I don’t mean to. I’m only passing on a message.” “From who?” Harebolt’s fur bristles. “You’re not with Boss? I’m not alone, you know. I have a clan to back me.” And that is a nice thing, about their strange new lives. That she can say, I’ve got backup, and can mean it.

But the stranger shakes his head. “No– no. Harebolt. My name is Rookpaw. I came to find your leader. But I–” Harebolt shivers. “How do you know–” An owl stoops, suddenly, some hare-leaps away, a shadow dropping from the sky. A rabbit shrieks, as its talons strike home. Harebolt swings around to look; her claws unsheathing. An embarrassing, instinctual display. A cloud, drifting over the moon, plunges the tundra back into darkness, and hides the owl from her sight. Harebolt can still hear the wet, messy sounds of it eating, smell blood drifting in on the wind. She shakes herself, irritated, and turns back to face the stranger- Rookpaw. But he’s nowhere to be seen. Harebolt blinks. The wide, Frostcreep tundra sprawls around her, its reds and golds all washed to silver, in the night. Harebolt’s spine prickles; she glances up, uneasy, some dread in her like a hunted thing. She hears, again, the sound of the rabbit, dying; a high, red scream, in the dark. A black cat could hide, easily, in the undergrowth, with the moon covered as it is. But… She scents the air. Salt, blowing in from distant waters. The fragrant, last-ditch blooms of sedgegrass, and of shrub. No cat-scent except her own. Shivering hard, in the chill of a sudden wind, Harebolt turns tail, and flees for home.

When she arrives, Snowstreak and Coniferstar are already back from patrol, their heads bent close together. They both startle, as she bursts into camp, whipping around to face her. Snowstreak’s pelt is bristling, just like Harebolt’s; her shoulders, too, have an uneasy set. Harebolt pauses, collecting herself. Studies the other cats. “Is everything– alright?” Snowstreak doesn’t answer, right away, but moves to press her forehead into Harebolt’s chest, trembling a little. Harebolt breathes out a sigh, and licks Snowstreak’s ear, forcing out a comforting purr. She always felt bigger– stronger, when Snowstreak leaned on her like this. The strangeness of her earlier encounter fades away. “It’s okay,” she says, gently. “You’re fine.” “Your mate and I just had a bit of a scare, out on patrol.” Coniferstar’s expression is warm, watching them. “I find myself a little shaken, too.” Harebolt blinks at him, gratefully- nothing wrong with Snowstreak, then. Snowstreak speaks up, finally, though she stays tucked up against Harebolt’s shoulder. “I wasn’t hurt, or anything. But– there was a cat. By the road, I mean. When we were out.” “The thunderpath,” Coniferstar says– a gentle correction. Another of those strange, clan-cat words. “He had been struck. We weren’t swift enough to help him.” Harebolt looks up to meet his eyes; he looks… troubled. But when he catches her looking, his expression flattens out; wiped clean, like sand smoothed as a wave recedes. “It’s silly,” Snowstreak says, sniffling. Harebolt blinks, and turns back to her mate, pressing in closer. “I know– I didn’t even know him. I just–” “No,” Harehold says, soothingly; though her pelt prickles, with some instinctual unease. “It isn’t. I’m sorry that happened.” “Me too,” Coniferstar says, quietly. “The land that way is dangerous– my friends. I think it best if no one ventures to that thunderpath again.” Harebolt’s ears twitch back. “The southern one? By that human’s place, the–” “Twoleg,” Snowstreak says. “That’s– what they’re called, isn’t it?” “Twoleg,” Harebolt echoes, after a moment, a strange weight settling in her stomach. “I gather raspberries by there. The… twoleg grows them. In his garden.” Coniferstar’s eyes sharpen, just for a moment. Harebolt blinks; had their leader spotted her? That day, a few moons back, when she’d seen him out by the trailer? But he only ducks his head, after a beat, contrite. “I know it won’t be easy. But I believe this is a sign; Starclan sent this cat to us– to me. As a message.” I’ve come to find your leader, that strange cat had said. A cold wind slithers in, between the boundary rocks, and goes right through Harebolt’s fur. I’m passing on a message. “The only thing that comes that way is danger.” Coniferstar sighs. “I’m afraid the risk is just– too great. From this day on; no Sedgeclan cat will be permitted to venture that far south. I regret that this... stranger had to die, in order to pass on the warning. But– from all frosts, a thaw.” "Yeah," Snowstreak says, her voice still a little shaky, “I’m just glad it wasn’t one of you.” She pulls away from Harebolt, and bumps her forehead, gently, against Coniferstar’s shoulder. Their leader purrs, and leans into her touch. And Harebolt’s pelt feels cold, in her sudden absence.

#warriors #warrior cats #clangen #i bet you can tell which one of these guys is my favourite. #sedgeclan #sedgeclan moon #sedgeclan: year one #harebolt POV #snowstreak #coniferstar #rookpaw #new guy mentioned!

[daredevilwindypaws]

art dump giggle

#art #art dump #oc #warrior cats #in order these are: #rookpaw #salami #ghostpaw #dragon #(x2) #unnamed cow boy redraw #unnamed goat girl #bat sona #and initial design for rookpaw

[snalz-artt]

made another warriors oc animatic!!! this one is about my most specialest oc minnowcreek and how bad everything goes for her <3

#warrior cats oc #animatic #oc animatic #oc pmv #in order of first appearance: #minnowcreek #rubblestar #covecrest #rookpaw #silkslash #ravengaze #the top of #thistlestrike #s head #webpaw #rindlepool #shellpaw #brightsnap #this is !! Minnows pov of what happens to riverclan basically #minnow is the deputy! rubble is getting up to evil and such #aposs #cartoon death tw #tw cartoon blood #Youtube

[dog-leg]

“I don’t know, Rookpaw,” the little tom murmured, “It just didn’t feel like a normal dream, it felt like the stars themselves reached out to tell me this.”

The tortoiseshell tom peered at his fellow apprentice curiously before responding in his cold tone, “Does your mentor know you’re this weird, Baypaw?”

The white and light brown feline’s ears fell and his friend walked off to continue plucking moss for the elder’s den, his heart tightened and he followed him, disappointed…

#ROOKPAW THATD NOT HOW YOU ACT AROUND YOUR CRUSH #he’s so autism #me frfr #warrior cats fanart #warrior cats #wc #wc fandom #wc art #wc fanart #warriors oc #clan gen game #clan gen

[quiverpaw]

little character sheet for one of my two main characters in a 1x1 im in

#my art #rookpaw (oc) #twoprinces #traditional art

[kaijumutt]

The apprentices of StormClan!!

Siblings Gorsepaw and Laburnumpaw, and their adoptive brother (and bully) Rookpaw🐈🐈‍⬛

#warrior cats #wc #wc art #wc oc #warrior cats generator #clangen #clan generator #clan generator challenge #art #digital art #oc #ocs #StormClan

[cosmictapestry]

of course it goes without saying that in a sandman warrior cats au fiddler’s green (forestsong) has to be the medicine cat. because dream (dreamstar) is leader and lucienne (ravenlight) is deputy and the funniest option for spiritual leader of the clan is objectively stephen fry. the corinthian (wolfjaw) is a warrior and so is mervyn (pumpkinface) and gault (butterflyfrost) and jessamy (jasmineflight) and matthew (rookpaw) is an apprentice. cain and abel are still biblical cain and abel

#rook- as matthew’s prefix is homage to a story in the comics. obviously! #the sandman #i am insane sorry i mean neurodivergent. disclaimer #wc #warrior cats

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy Allegiances: RiverClan

Leader - Crookedstar - warm brown tabby and white tom with a twisted jaw and green eyes

Deputy - Oakclaw - reddish-brown tabby tom with amber eyes (Oakheart) Apprentice - Burdockpaw

Seer - Mudcloud - dark brown blotchy tabby and white tom with gold eyes (Mudfur)

Matriarch - Duckflower - brown tabby and white molly with green eyes (Greenflower)

Warriors Pikefang - brown tabby and white tom with orange eyes (Piketooth)

Lavenderflower - gray tabby and white molly with yellow-green eyes (Lilystem)

Swallowwing - dark brown tabby and white molly with odd eyes (Softwing)

Voleclaw - small gray-brown tom with white markings and bright green eyes

Pansyheart - pale gray tortoiseshell and white molly with sage green eyes (Petaldust)

Reedtail - golden-brown and white splotchy tabby tom with vibrant copper eyes

Leoparddawn - brown and ginger rosetted caliby with gold eyes (Leopardfur)

Dawnheart - warm gray and white molly with green eyes (Skyheart)

Blackclaw - black tom with a white chin and orange eyes

Mistfoot - blue-gray molly with amber eyes (Mistyfoot) Apprentice - Grasspaw

Stonefur - light blue-gray tom with gold eyes Apprentice - Rookpaw

Emberdawn - tortoiseshell and white molly with bright green eyes

Brightstream - ginger and white molly with light amber eyes (Dawnbright)

Mallowtail - cream and white molly with dark amber eyes

Privetclaw - black and white tom with green eyes (Whiteclaw)

Shadepelt - black molly with copper eyes

Apprentices Grasspaw - brown and white tabby jack with green eyes

Rookpaw - black tom with a white marking on his chest and copper eyes (Reedpaw)

Burdockpaw - blue-gray tom with amber eyes (Pikepaw)

Queens Mosspelt - pale brown tortoiseshell and white molly with mossy eyes

Kits Emberdawn and Reedtail’s kit Hawkerkit - dark blue-gray tabby tom with white markings (Ripplekit)

Mosspelt’s litter Plumkit - ginger and white tom (Pouncekit) Dapplekit - dappled gray tabby molly with white markings

Orphaned litter (fostered by Mosspelt) Stormkit - long-furred gray tom with white markings Mintkit - large silver tabby and white molly with gray stripes (Featherkit)

Elders Cypresspelt - brown tabby and white tom with a short tail and pale green eyes (Cedarpelt)

Graypath - dark gray molly with yellow eyes (Graypool)

Sleetstream - long-furred mottled gray and white molly with mossy eyes (Lakeshine)

#warrior cats #warriors redux iterum #iterum #allegiances #riverclan #book three #arc one #charred legacy

[salt-clan]

Moon 89 Events

Skystar was seen chasing an unknown rouge off Saltclan's territory

Rookpaw and his mentor Moonwhishker have a nice chat while sunbathing:)

Shiver asks her mate Skystar for advice on a patrol, but the leader dissmises her, saying they don't have time for this:/

a patrol saves a loner named Cadence from a dog, but beacuse of the stress and confusion she just attacked Wetthrift briefly before running away

pictured: Cadence (she/her)

-im-smart-i-swear

#saltclan #clangen #warrior cats #moon 89 #cadence #scart

[stagwhisker]

Whisperclan (long)

okay I'm gonna try to motivate myself to clean by forcing myself to get some stuff done every 5 or so moons at which point I'll update this again.

Moon 1

Sunnyfleck slipped on a rock and sprained his paw.

Chestnutmuzzle got a stomach ache.

Mossleg caught a mouse.

Moon 2

Chestnutmuzzle's stomach ache is gone!

Rookpaw is apprenticed to Chestnutmuzzle.

Dovepaw is apprenticed to Plumtoe.

Plumtoe slips on a rock and dislocates his leg.

Dovepaw steals a rabbit from Rowanclan undetected.

Chestnutmuzzle and Rookpaw failed to catch a mouse.

Mossleg stepped on a thorn while gathering herbs with Grayweb.

Moon 3

Sunnyfleck's sprain is healed!

Sunnyfleck is now Nonbinary!

Mosslegs cut is healed!

Dovepaw thinks she had a vision from Starclan, she talks to Hickorystar on a patrol.

While training, Chestnutmuzzle notices Rookpaw isn't feeling himself. Rookpaw tells her he feels he is a failure and not doing good enough. Chestnutmuzzle comforts him.

Dovepaw compliments Rookpaw on how sharp his claws are.

Rookpaw admires Dovepaw's bravery.

Mossleg spent some time with Grayweb in the medicine den.

Plumtoe is surprised by Chestnutmuzzle being thoughtful.

Moon 4

Dovepaw trips on a stump and gains a few bruises.

Plumtoe's joint isn't the same anymore, but he feels much better.

Dovepaw talks with Plumtoe.

Plumtoe has been spending more time with Chestnutmuzzle.

Mossleg, Grayweb, and Plumtoe took a sunbath.

Moon 5

Hickorystar has gotten a stomach ache.

Dovepaw's Bruises are gone!

Dovepaw slips on a rock and sprains her paw.

Basspaw is apprenticed to Mossleg.

Mossleg tries to teach Basspaw how to catch a bird. Basspaw rolls his eyes and asks why he can't just catch it. The bird sees him coming immediately and flees.

Plumtoe and Sunnyfleck catch a mouse.

#clangen #idk how much ill update this after tonight but yee #long post

[loonarmuunar]

Accidentally made these three. They r so very silly and I love them

#from top to bottom: #crowpaw #ravenpaw #rookpaw #rookpaw has a crush on lilypaw…. #chivesclan #my art #waca #warrior cats #waca fanart #warrior cats fanart #waca oc #warrior cats oc

[sedge-and-sanctuary]

Moon Nine - Highdark

Sedgeclan has no deputy!

Snowstreak challenges Harebolt to a sparring match! Coniferstar can't help but laugh at Snowstreak's jokes.

Cats mentioned: Coniferstar - 29 moons - Leader Harebolt- 107 moons - Medicine Cat Snowstreak - 108 moons - Warrior Rookpaw - ?? moons - ???

A thin, scrubby snow lies over Sedgeclan territory, heralding the start of High Dark. Even early in the season, the days are noticeably short. Coniferstar returns from afternoon patrol to find the light already turning gold; the sun a low, dull eye on the horizon. There is a sound of scuffling in camp; Coniferstar frowns, and creeps around a boulder, his claws unsheathed– only to see Harebolt and Snowstreak sparring– laughing, as they swipe pack and forth across the camp. Harebolt aims a paw at Snowstreak’s head, claws sheathed, and Snowstreak drops to her belly to roll away, quick as a rabbit– even on her injured leg. Harebolt laughs, surprised, and drops down onto Snowstreak’s back, pinning her easily– the two go rolling, stirring up a cloud of snow. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Coniferstar says, amused. “It seems like I’ve walked in on quite the battle.”

The two mollies scramble to their paws, at his voice, with matching expressions of embarrassment. Coniferstar laughs. “You’re not in trouble. I wouldn’t mind a bit of sparring practise myself. I suspect I’ve grown a little out of form.” “Oh!” Snowstreak brightens. “Would– you like to join in, then? I don’t mind! If you want to.” Coniferstar feels himself brighten; how pleasant, just to be among clanmates. Among these cats; loyal, and healthy, as few as they still are. If only he can keep them this way. If only– “Coniferstar?” Snowstreak is looking at him, worry fluffing up her pelt. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to.” “No.” Coniferstar shakes himself; purrs, appreciatively. “I would be happy to. If you’re sure I’m not interrupting.” “Of course you aren’t,” Snowstreak’s tail waves, loose and friendly. “–No,” Harebolt  agrees, after a moment. Coniferstar looks at her, ear twitching. Sees himself reflected, briefly, in her pupils; wide in the dimming light. He can’t quite read her expression. “My pleasure, then,” he says, anyway, and drops low, rocking on his haunches in an exaggerated lunge. Snowstreak mrows with pleasure, and leaps away before he can pounce, Harebolt right on her heels; Coniferstar wonders if he hadn’t been imagining her hesitation, after all.

Harebolt leaves them, later, to their sparring, excusing herself to gather herbs. Winter is on them, now, in full; its sharp, white teeth close over Sedgeclan with the bite of frost, and ice, and wind. Harebolt hunches her shoulders, walking with her head ducked low. Every breath stings the inside of her nose; it really is a foul day. In camp, Snowstreak says something, unintelligible, and Coniferstar laughs. Harebolt should be with them, in truth. But disquiet has been gnawing at her, dug beneath her pelt like fleas. She needs… Her paws carry her south, walking sideways, braced against the howling wind. Dry, sandy snow swirls up in drifts, and blows across the tundra without pause, pelting Harebolt in the eyes, and nose. But still, she walks. The moon rises. A wolf cries, far away; a lonely, mournful noise, unanswered. She is almost right against the treeline, before she sees it, eyes squinted nearly shut. The tall pines loom up, dark, out of the blowing snow, and Harebolt backpedals, catching now the faint and fading scent of border-marks. The gravel road winds past, just southeast, twisting from between the trees. Harebolt pauses, and glances back over her shoulder. The tundra is a wide and cold expanse, behind her; empty. Harebolt might be the only cat left in the world. She turns, and pads along the road, hearing Coniferstar’s warning all the time. But no cars come hissing past; no headlamps split the swirling snow. Whatever danger lurks there, to the south, where Coniferstar had come from– it’s hiding away from the wind, the same as Harebolt should be. She pauses, as the road twists up towards the twoleg place, sniffing along the shoulder; in the dry, sterile air, scents are strangely dulled– hard to detect. She lifts her head, to look around– and then, all at once, the wind cuts off; dead still. Harebolt’s ears ring, in the sudden silence. She glances back, uneasy. The world is still, and dark, and quiet. Blown snow drifts back down to earth, gently now, and settles, soft, over the land. The smooth surface is interrupted by a clawhook bend in the road; a strange lump. Harebolt looks at it, for a quiet moment, and then pads forward; her head still bowed, though there’s no wind now, to push against. Yes– she’s found what she came looking for. She brushes snow, gently, from the small cat’s skull. There is still patchy fur, clinging to the bones; scraps of black pelt, stark in the silver, winter day. Harebolt’s breath steams, as she works, carefully unearthing the body; not sure why she’s doing it. Her mind is strangely still, and calm– even her uneasiness is gone. Perhaps the cold has numbed that, too. She sits back, when she’s done, and looks down on the body of a large black cat, mummified by frost. The resemblance isn't exact; but Harebolt feels the rightness of it. Knows him, the way a rabbit knows to run, or a wolf to hunt. She sniffs him over, gentle as she would be with a kit. But warped by moons of death, it’s impossible to tell what happened to him; the body half-decayed, and gnawed on, here and there. Harebolt’s not sure what she had been expecting; what she had hoped- or feared- to find. “Well, Rookpaw." Her voice is very quiet, in the face of that wide and silent night. “I’m listening. What was the message?” The territory is utterly still, around her. The thin, bright claw of the moon turns all the snow to silver. Stars glitter, like cats’ eyes watching in the dark. Harebolt shivers, and- without quite knowing why- touches her front paw, gently, to the dead cat’s shoulder. But still; there is no answer.

#sedgeclan #clangen #warriors #warrior cats #harebolt pov #coniferstar pov #L snowstreak imagine you're one of 3 people who live in your town & you're still a side character compared to them. #snowstreak #coniferstar #rookpaw #('s corpse) #harebolt #sedgeclan moon #sedgeclan: year one #moon nine

[barrenclan]

I've been lurking for a bit and finally worked up the courage to make this so uh: Barrenclan meets Forestclan! featuring Cranepaw and Rookpaw the accidental sapphic personality swapped Pine and Comorant

Might draw Redpelt and Fennelleg aswell so they can be sad anxious deputies together

Ah I love this! They all seem like they've got some things they can bond over.

#ask #fanart #pinepaw #cormorantpaw #thank you!! #also i appreciate the lurkers and the commenter readers just the same :)

[poppythroat]

hi ok hear me out. new design/story challenge.

Step one:

Find four to five clan generators on perchance (or you can use clangen’s randomizer if you don’t want to do designs).

Step two:

Using the first generator, generate your clan’s name and any other details the generator has aside from connected characters.

Step three:

Using the other three or four generators, pick five of the list of cats you get from them and add them to the clan you generated in the previous step. You can use any method to pick them, it doesn’t have to be random so long as they’re randomly generated. This will get you 15-20 cats to mess with, and you can change their roles and ages to better suit whatever idea you have in mind for them.

Step four:

Design a story and/or look for the cats you picked. This can happen however you want it to, at this point you get 100% free reign over the challenge!

*Note: for cats outside the clan, add an extra clan or cat generator and pick any number of cats given between 1 and 5!

By the end, you should have an interesting group of characters with varied descriptions or even similar descriptions if you picked them meticulously! Here is my attempt under the cut:

Generator 1: Detailed Clan Generator by Raggedflight

Name: Harryclan

Territory: A large island covered in grassy hills with a river that runs through it, far from any other group.

Camp: Surrounded by tall grass and wheat, which makes up their dens. There is a large herb patch in the grass.

Landmarks: Abandoned Quarry (A huge, abandoned quarry filled with water. it is excellent for hunting and herb gathering.), The Blackbird Tree (An ancient cottonwood tree where many blackbirds live.), The Fallen Birch (An ancient birch that is entirely hollowed out, where many lapwings live.), and Tall Hickories (A large grove of very tall hickory trees that twolegs planted, where many smaller rodents and some foxes live.)

Common herbs: Borage, Dock, Lavender, Marigold

Rare herbs: Burdock root, Rosemary, Coltsfoot

Climate: Cool and rainy in newleaf, hot and sunny in greenleaf, warm and rainy in leaf-fall, and freezing in leaf-bare.

Ancestor meeting place: The Moonpool (A small pool surrounded by boulders, with a small river running into it)

Clan call: “Let all cats in Harryclan gather beneath the tallpile!”

Special traits: Good night vision, and can fall from heights with little injury

Notes from the rest of the info: A clan leader was recently struck down for disobeying the code, and there was a pair of old unsolved murders before that. The murders were of a leader and a warrior; the leader happened before the war and the warrior after.

Generator 2: The clan generator we’re all used to

Ravenpaw, Rookpaw, Thriftstar, Beefoot, Waxtail

Generator 3: A pretty one with neat names that provides a little depth.

Antflower— beige and creamy-white molly with odd slightly darker-colored spotting. Educated and compassionate, keeps her den clean.

Patchpoppy— Tawny sphynx tom. Balanced and quiet.

Furledbrook— Warm brown cat with a jagged scar across their face. Disciplined and critical, the healers like them.

Twistblossom— Creamy white ticked tabby tom. Irresponsible and cheerful, wants to help everyone.

Sniffpaw— flea-ridden, creamish-orange cat with half-lidded gray and hazel eyes, a burn scar on their throat and a very short plumy tail. Wants to be named Sniffleaves; talented and easily annoyed, loves to decorate the camp with seashells.

Generator 4: A generator that provides kits and cat ages. Note: the leader it generated’s warrior name was fishfish and i love them for that.

Goldeyes: Aggressive, dull, swift tabby blue-grey tom, with a blue muzzle, and light green eyes. 59 moons old.

Thundersky: Stubborn, irritable swift grey molly with a blue-grey paw, and kind orange eyes. 56 moons.

Brokenbreeze: Caring, lean white she-cat with dull blue eyes. 39 moons old.

Larkkit (dust): Nice, affectionate, and diligent lean orange molly with green eyes. 5 moons.

Snowkit (flame): Brave, caring, and malicious small gold tom with kind blue eyes. 2 moons.

Generator 5: another with cool names, and also options for what generates!

Sparrowwish: Spotted golden molly.

Minnowthistle: greenish-brown tabby jack.

Morningwing: Black-and-white tom with a crooked jaw.

Risingstripe: Solid grey molly with pretty hazel eyes.

Downswan: yellow molly.

MY INTERPRETATION OF THIS:

Our main character, Patchpoppy, is a former kittypet once named Patches who was brought to the island by twolegs exploring, and ran off thinking they would look for him. They did, but he didn’t know that because he was never found. He wears a tattered shirt that helps him insulate and keep from getting melanomas, as he is a sphynx. He is trying to figure out who killed the leader and deputy before Poppystar, Thriftstar’s predecessor who was struck down for encouraging kits to fight and train before their 6th moon. He’s already asked Thriftstar many times about the incidents he keeps hearing about from the elder Risingstripe and her recently retired mate Downswan. His best friend is Morningwing, and multiple cats in the clan make fun of him for his lack of noticeable fur and his dirty green sweater, though Morningwing says it looks nice on him.

Thriftstar is always shutting down questions about Poppystar and whether or not she was the murderer, usually saying something like Poppystar could not have killed the leader before her, Muckstar, or his deputy Rootslash, as the events happened while she was on a moon-trip to the quarry for resource gathering. And no, it wasn’t the foxes they were at war with at the time, either, because the bodies held the scent of cat.

Patchpoppy eventually finds something important at the old crime scene, which has been abandoned for a few years because the cats are afraid to go to the spot they found both leader and deputy violently dead at. It’s an old, worn collar, something the cats of the clan shrugged off because it didn’t register as something other than a scrap of cloth to them. Patchpoppy used to have one, though, so he immediately recognized it, and brought it to the camp, declaring that there must be a murderer somewhere on the island who would have had the collar as theirs.

The cats all brush off his theory, as no one has seen a kittypet other than him in moons…

… Downswan and Risingstripe seem wary, however. Maybe they know something?

Character notes:

Ravenpaw is Morningjaw’s apprentice and why morning is not as present in the story as the best friend usually would be.

Rookpaw is Thundersky’s apprentice.

Sniffpaw is almost a warrior and is Sparrowwish’s apprentice.

Antflower is their healer/religious leader, Thriftstar is the anxious leader that Poppystar manipulated into being her little puppet, and Brokenbreeze is the deputy.

Minnowthistle, Downswan, and Risingstripe are all dating and retired.

Goldeyes wants Larkkit to be his apprentice.

Furledbrook got their scar in a fight with a fox.

Snowkit is not really malicious in a grown way, more like he just constantly plots to annoy and pester the warriors because he thinks it’s funny.

Beefoot and Waxtail are mates and the token straight couple. Larkkit is their kit.

Snowkit is Waxtail’s younger half-brother (They are Thriftstars’s kits, and his partner died recently of an illness) so the nursery is a little awkward right now because Snowkit is growing up with a niece older than him.

the remaining family trees are ambiguous rn because i dont wanna think about making an isolated clan on an island work

Thriftstar’s mother was a LaPerm that left him with the clan.

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Eye of the Storm

Prologue

A dark cat raced across the forest floor, paws pounding against the moist earth. Stopping to sniff the air, the cat’s nose convulsed in disgust. A rotten smell engulfed its nostrils.

The dark grey feline, Rookpaw, begrudgingly followed the scent. He had been searching for his best friend, Daffodilpaw, who had gone missing a few days prior after leaving on a solo hunting mission. The smell was getting more pungent now, and Rookpaw could barely breathe. Pushing past a thick clump of bracken, Rookpaw froze. Laying in the dank clearing, below a canopy, was a horrific sight.

Atop a puddle of crimson blood laid Daffodilpaw’s body, with a large gash on her throat encrusted with dried ichor. the cream-furred apprentice’s underbelly was stained red with the scarlet fluid that had been oozing from the deep wound, for seeming a long time.

Staring at the corpse for what felt like moons, Rookpaw slowly backed away. Suddenly, he heard a twig snap behind him. Whipping his head around, he just barely saw a flash of pale grey fur flying at him. He felt a sharp pang of pain in his neck.

Then it all went black.

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