x-- ᴘʟᴜᴍᴄʟᴀɴ​ --x || Clangen Claim-a-cat rp (page updated)

Feathersong's body ached. She was recovering, she knew that, but that didn't make it suck any less. And there were other things, too. She had joined this Clan for help raising her kits, and what had she gotten in return? A dead kit. Her Currentpaw. She wasn't over the loss in any sense, but Feathersong did what she always did when she was struggling - she fell in love. Leopardcry had always been there for her, and the feisty she-cat could snap her out of whatever mood she had fallen into. And she still had her other kits, she had to give them the best future they could possibly have. She could do that for all the Clan's kits. A small fire burned in her chest when she saw Duststep traipsing around the territory, unscathed after carelessly directing her kit across a busy monster path. Feathersong had taken to kneading the dirt beneath her paws to relieve her tension. After all, she couldn't do anything about it. Not after the attack.
"I didn't know PlumClan made it such a habit to bring in outsiders," she remarked to Leopardcry with a hint of amusement, predicting the she-cat's irritation, "maybe they're bringing ill influence on Kitekit." Feathersong had gossiped her way into the molly's heart, but other former rogues, loners and kittypets did not share such special treatment. Kitekit had been acting up lately but rather than imposing punishment, she was giving the little ones space to express themselves after the recent tragedies that had befallen them. She feared the depression she had been in the past few weeks may have rubbed off on them, and couldn't blame them for reacting. With a languid sigh, she rolled onto her side and pressed her back against Leopardcry, exposing her flank to the warm sun. She looked, on the surface, to be perfectly relaxed, but her mind was stirring and her body was in pain.
(i did my best to absorb the lore so far it might not be perfect, just ignore mistakes)

After chatting with Blue, Marshkit could see that the fresh kill pile is nearly empty, she goes up beside bumblekit “ugh these warriors and apprentices can’t get us Food, ugh I’m going out to hunt!” Marshkit huffs and makes her way to the entrance of the camp, she crouches down waiting on the perfect moment to sneak out. She gets like 5 paws lengths out of the camp and she sees a mouse, marshkit gets ready to pounce but she feels something picking her up by the scruff. She looks up and it’s Cloverfur, her father. He brings her back I to camp, He begins scolding her for doing something so dangerous as she snuck out of camp and She was still a kit, ‘I wouldn’t have to if the cats here can actually get us fresh kill’ Marshkit though and she sees Bumblekit watching and talking to Dapplepaw about it. ‘Ugh he’s such a tattle tale!. Marshkit gets sent back to the nursery where Bristlekit is looking at her and walks up. “That was so brave of you to go and try to get fresh kill for the clan, you shouldn’t have gotten scolded” Bristlekit said. After a while Bristlekit went back to their mother and Marshkit sees Golddusk. “I really want Golddusk to be my mentor I would be a cool first apprentice to her “

Tags stonekeeper Dew Hawkheart
the others are open still

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    The young queen limped from the fresh-kill pile to the nursery with a round, juicy mouse dangling from her neat grey muzzle. The camp was abuzz, and for the briefest of moments, her new Clan seemed to be at peace. Her kits were out with their mentors, all except her dear Currentkit, whom she had pushed to the corner of her mind. Blazekit was talking to Hawkheart and seemed to be getting riled up -- I hope the warriors aren't soiling his mind already with the war, Feathersong thought. The two had been spending time together lately and the bond between them was clear, but Blazekit was still a kit. It was hard enough that the kits had witnessed death and injury already, they didn't need to hear about the ins and outs of the BurdockClan conflict. 
"Blazekit!" Feathersong meowed, prompting the little thing to scurry over from his spot a few fox-lengths away. "Let's not distract the busy warrior, how about we set up a game?" Trust me, Blazekit... Play while you can. Enjoy your kithood. 
The kit's little orange face lit up at the suggestion, and Feathersong couldn't help but purr. A couple of the other kits' ears perked up at the thought, and she began to devise a game of moss ball soccer. 
"Here, set up some twigs over there, like I'm setting these two." The molly flicked her long tail to a bush a few paces away with a smooth-enough patch of dirt in the middle. "Bumblekit, fetch the moss ball. I think it's lodged near the entrance somewhere." she directed, and the little one buzzed into the nursery and retrieved the lump of green. She herself had fashioned it just the other day, because what else was there to do? Even if she wasn't injured, she'd likely still be stuck in this nursery caring for the orphaned kits. She loved them already, all of their personalities, but they were so hungry. This was her third mouse of the day, but Feathersong was just so hungry. Her mouse sat untouched where she had been a few moments earlier, but after instructing the small squadron of kits on how to play the game, she was able to lay down and begin her meal, watching them play in front of her. 
Feathersong had finished her meal, but the kits were still full of energy, tackling each other more often than they tackled the actual ball. Pineconekit was the first to exhaust himself, and he trudged over to the queen and flopped over. Feathersong chuckled softly. "Did someone play a little too hard?" she mused as she began to groom his mussed up fur. A few twigs and leaves had lodged themselves into his fluffy flank, but she really didn't mind cleaning him up. 

Golddusk-border patrol with Duststep

It was a pleasant summer day when he left the Plumclan camp with Duststep. Golddusk felt relaxed knowing that the war was over. No more will he have to worry about a potential battle with a Burdockclan patrol sometimes in the future nor will he have to worry about hearing a clanmate getting hurt during the war. Especially since the war was started over stolen prey. No need for cats to get hurt for so terrible a reason as that. He stopped when he heard Duststep call out to him about some paw prints she found on the ground. He followed her, feeling concerned about her find. Surely Burdockclan wouldn’t want to start up a war again do they? Golddusk thought to himself. Both Plumclan and Burdockclan had just agreed to a peace treaty, so it felt too early for there to be any signs of an invasion yet. Would Burdockclan really be so eager as to go back to war so soon? Golddusk sniffed the air, trying to locate the scent of any Burdockclan cat in the area. Golddusk found it odd how he couldn’t scent anything out of the ordinary. He looked at the paw prints and found only one set, but he didn’t see anything that indicated that they were being followed. As far as he’s aware, both Duststep and him were the only two cats there by the river. He saw Duststep begin look embarrassed and then he realized what had happened. Duststep had mistaken her own footsteps for that of an enemy warrior! He felt relief that at least there weren’t any actual threat in the area. He then followed her when she starts patrolling again, walking quickly in order to keep up with Duststep’s fast pace.

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎

  Amberdapple

Fallowkit shakes with exitment every hair stands on end. As her name is called she runs forward, Forestfreckle her new mentor steps forward. Fallowkit happily bashes her nose into Forestfreckle's. Later as they on patrol she quickly chases after rabbits trying to catch one, they always get away however.