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YewClan and PlumClan ++ Story Page Jul 25, 2024 12:07:54 GMT -5 Sapphirejas, Dew, and 1 more like this

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Post by Brownie on Jul 25, 2024 12:07:54 GMT -5

What belongs here?

- backstory flashbacks for previous loners, kittypets ect.
- 1k+ snippets of current or historical moons that does NOT significantly move forward plot (aka like the Frozenlaurel fishing scene) OR does NOT follow any moon pip (free for all filler)
- Filling in scenes from previous moons whose cats were NPCs and so did not react to important events
- Filling in scenes from previous moons that you were on hiatus for/did not have time to get to/occurred before you claimed the character

For YewClan:
- get permission from and/or collab with players if you want to use their claims in scenes
- be respectful of StarClan cats and their previous characterization.
- StarClan cats that should be treated as claims: Brightleaf (dewbranch), Blizzardkit (Stormshade), Mudspeck (whispering), Hunterswipe (lazzylake). Other cats did not have a single/steady rper and can be used as NPCs.

For PlumClan:
- A bit less strict on character ownership, since there's no activity checks/rules and some players have already abandoned their claims. Just be respectful of previous characterization if a cat hasn't been rp'd in a while, and get permission from players that do play their cats regularly if you want to use them for more than filler.

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YewClan and PlumClan ++ Story Page Jul 25, 2024 19:12:07 GMT -5 Dew likes this

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Post by stormshade1 on Jul 25, 2024 19:12:07 GMT -5

Blizzardkit

Second Chance (Dew (Brightleaf), whispering (Mudspeck), lazzylake (Hunterswipe), Brownie (Fogshard), duskflight (Leopardcry))

Blizzardkit had stuck close to Mosspond ever since she died. Mosspond was the one who she felt closest to, being that she was the one who had comforted Blizzardkit after she had passed.

Blizzardkit remembered that day. She was scared and confused and wanted to undo everything. Wanted to come back to life. She still wished she could have a second chance.

She had watched her father grieve, watched his confidence deteriorate. Her siblings didn’t seem as upset as he was – they hadn’t fully understood the situation. And now they were apprentices.

If only Blizzardkit had gotten a chance to be an apprentice. She would’ve been good at it, she was sure.

Then there was the dog. Blizzardkit had been down there several times, her small, starry body resting beside him as he recovered. She knew he couldn’t see her. But maybe... maybe he could feel her, she had thought. It would help him recover.

She knew that Whorlpaw had had nightmares, at least once, maybe more. Nightmares brought on by her death. And although she knew she shouldn’t, she felt guilty for it. Because, even if it wasn’t on purpose, it was still her fault.

The Clan’s numbers had increased, too. Six cats had joined, five of them kits. Blizzardkit might’ve felt a bit jealous, because she knew that they all would probably be able to become apprentices, while Blizzardkit was stuck up here, in StarClan. Not that it was bad in StarClan. There was endless prey, endless running, endless climbing, anything you wanted, really. And the cats there were nice, too.

Blizzardkit had never really met Red, not alive, anyways. But he was really nice. He had always put aside time to play with Blizzardkit if she asked. Same with Hunterswipe. The three of them would sometimes play together. Blizzardkit knew, though, that those two would always play with her if she asked. Then there were Brightleaf and Stemriver. Stemriver was Brightleaf’s father and mentor, and they were usually together. Blizzardkit wasn’t around them often and didn’t know them very well. She hadn’t been in StarClan for that long, after all.

Then there was Deerleaf. He used to be a kittypet before he joined YewClan, but then he caught yellowcough and, well, died. Deerleaf was who Blizzardkit would go to to talk about whatever was on her mind. Deerleaf appreciated that, Blizzardkit knew. He was usually by himself, but sometimes he would hang out around Stemriver and Brightleaf.

Icepath was usually around Mosspond, therefore Blizzardkit. Icepath was a healer, just Mosspond was. She was Mosspond’s apprentice, and Stormmask’s mentor. Icepath would comfort Blizzardkit whenever Mosspond was away to watch YewClan, and sometimes the other Clans too.

Then Frostfleck and Beesong – the sisters were almost always together. They were always nice to Blizzardkit, but they never really paid her much attention.

Mudspeck and Bramblespots were interesting. Mudspeck was Stormmask’s mentor before she became a healer, and Bramblespots was the deputy before Frostfleck, who was the deputy before Dappleswipe. The two watched the Clan almost as much as Mosspond did. Blizzardkit liked the two of them, and she was pretty sure they enjoyed her company.

There were two other cats: Shinepaw and Oakpelt. They usually stayed away from YewClan’s cats, on their own corner of StarClan. They were from PlumClan.

There were no kits in StarClan, so Blizzardkit didn’t have anyone her age to play with. It was also a little strange to think about the fact that this was where Blizzardkit would stay forever. Forever, until she was forgotten.

It was a sad thought, really. She didn’t want to stay here forever. She wanted to help the living cats in a way other than sitting in the sky and watching. Why couldn’t she have done more? What had she done in the first place to deserve to die? She had always done her best. Always tried to make her father proud. But how did that make her end up here? It wasn’t fair that she died, and her siblings got to become apprentices without her. Did they even miss her? Did they ever think about her? No, they didn’t, not really. It wasn’t fair that she died so soon. It was Foxpaw’s fault! It was her idea to go out!

No, it wasn’t, Blizzardkit knew. It wasn’t anybody’s fault but her own. She should have known better than to go outside in the snow, to go outside at all. She had known that kits weren’t allowed outside. She should’ve stayed in the camp with her father, where it was warm and safe.

But it was too late to change that. She was dead. There was nothing more that she, or anybody, could do.

***

Today, everyone had been acting excited, a buzz of energy in the air. Mosspond had left Blizzardkit with Icepath while she and Oakpelt kept checking down on the Clan. What confused the kit was that they weren’t checking down on YewClan, but PlumClan. When Blizzardkit asked what was going on, Icepath had told her she’d find out later. That was no help.

Mosspond and Oakpelt frequently gestured and looked in Blizzardkit’s direction. What had she done to deserve the attention? She hadn’t done anything notable recently besides climb a tree. That was old news.

So what was it? Why was everyone so excited all of the sudden?

It was Hunterswipe and Red who brought the news while they were playing.

“Hey, y’know what, I think Mosspond over there would like to see you now.” Hunterswipe told her when they were done.

“We can come with you, if you’d like.” Red added.

“Oh, yes, thank you.” Blizzardkit answered gratefully. She was fine with Mosspond, but she knew Mosspond was probably with Oakpelt still, and she didn’t really want to meet a new cat without a few more by her side.

They walked in silence. Blizzardkit looked around at the tall trees that rose on either side of the path of grass they were walking on. Icepath joined them partway, the three other cats exchanging glances and nodding. At night, the sky was tinted purple. It was sunrise now.

“Blizzardkit!” Mosspond called as they neared the beautiful molly.

“Yes?” Blizzardkit asked, a bit nervous.

Of course she was, because nobody would tell her what was going on!

“Look. I don’t really know how to say this, but you weren’t supposed to die when you did. You were supposed to have become an apprentice with your siblings, and eventually a warrior. But... you didn’t.”

So basically she was saying that Blizzardkit wasn’t supposed to have died. Great. That just made it more unfair! Why was she telling her this?

“...And?” Blizzardkit asked, a bit rudely.

Mosspond looked down at her paws and said, “Come with me.”

StarClan slowly faded, leaving just her and Mosspond in a black void. Blizzardkit knew what was happening. She had done it herself before, when her father had been injured.

Slowly her surroundings lightened. She was somewhere she had never been before. There were four- wait, no, five cats. She hadn’t seen any of them before, and so she was utterly confused as to what was going on.

The first cat was a light ginger molly with long fur, patterned with darker loosely swirled stripes. Her eyes were the colour of fire, and she was curled around a small, small kit, the smallest cat Blizzardkit had ever seen. The kit was white with pale gray stripes on her head and tail. Her eyes weren’t open yet, but she was suckling at the pale ginger molly, who must’ve been her mother. There was another cat, a gray tom with darker flecks across his pelt, and yellowish eyes. He had a strand of nettle hanging down by his ear, so Blizzardkit thought he must have been a medicine cat. But, no, he was probably the father of the kit, because the other two cats were mollies. The other two cats must have both been healers, because they were frantically going back and forth with herbs. One of them was a pretty tortoiseshell, with red spreading across her dark gray pelt. She had sharp golden eyes. The other one was a lilac molly with flecks like the tom, and stunning blue and yellow eyes.

Blizzardkit was still confused. Why had Mosspond brought her here? But Mosspond seemed intent on watching the cats.

“That one’s Leopardcry.” Mosspond’s voice surprised Blizzardkit, but she still turned as Mosspond gestured to the kit’s mother.

“Fogshard,” The kit’s father.

“Amberdapple and Quickshade,” The two medicine cats.

“And... The kit doesn’t have a name yet. She was just born a few moments ago.”

Blizzardkit was still lost. What exactly was happening here? Was she supposed to know?

“But the kit... she was just born. She doesn’t have a spirit yet, you see. She doesn’t have a soul. She doesn’t truly exist.” Mosspond said this and then paused again, looking at the cats.

Blizzardkit didn’t like all this pausing. Why couldn’t Mosspond just tell her what was going on already?

“Blizzardkit.” Mosspond said suddenly, looking at Blizzardkit.

“Yes?” Blizzardkit asked, startled by her sudden change in tone.

“I already told you; you weren’t meant to die.”

“Yes...”

“I am offering you a second chance.”

“I... what?”

“This kit could be you.”

Blizzardkit didn’t know what to make of this.

“If you accept my offer, you will be able to come back as this kit. You can have a second chance.”

Blizzardkit remained silent, her mind whirling.

“Do you accept my offer?”

“I... yes. Yes. Yes, I do. I... Thank you, thank you Mosspond, yes, yes I do, thank you.” Blizzardkit said, being young, unsure what to make of this question, the only reasonable answer being yes.

“Good. Good.” She turns to the five cats, then back to Blizzardkit. “Goodbye, Blizzardkit. I’m sure we will meet again. Hopefully not sometime soon, but we will eventually.”

And with that, everything around Blizzardkit vanished. The feelings around her were filled with warmth and soft purring. Cats talking in low voices, her mother’s tongue grooming her fur.

Milk. That was what she wanted. Food. She was hungry.

“I'll call you Blizzardkit. It suits you.”

Warmth. Sleep.

And then Blizzardkit... was alive.

Thought I'd pop this in here, I really wanted to write this scene and now I have a place to put it so ofc I wrote it

Dew

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YewClan and PlumClan ++ Story Page Aug 4, 2024 19:25:54 GMT -5 lemonshortbread likes this

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Post by Dew on Aug 4, 2024 19:25:54 GMT -5

_{Blizzardkit's Death (Foxkit's perspective)}

Foxkit cornered Blizzardkit as her sister was about to leave the nursery, an idea in mind. Foxkit had always wanted to know what it was like outside of the camp walls, and she didn’t want to wait until she was an apprentice to see it! Foxkit could wait for some things, but the camp was getting really boring. “Blizzardkit, let’s sneak out! Everyone is busy at Red’s vigil, so now is the perfect time,” she said, an excited sparkle in her eyes.

After Blizzardkit agreed, Foxkit walked out of the entrance tunnel, and no one noticed! She wanted to see everything, the trees, the dirt, maybe they would even catch a mouse! The two kits made their way through the trees, Foxkit examining every leaf they came across, every fallen branch. They walked so far! Foxkit couldn’t even see the camp anymore! Blizzardkit had snuck out of camp before, it was part of the reason Foxkit had asked for her to come. She knew that Blizzardkit wanted to see the twolegplace, and Foxkit wanted to as well, so they tried to find it.

After searching for a bit they concluded that they wouldn't be unsuccessful, and started to head back. They were old enough to know how to make their way back based on their scent, and they were smooth sailing for a while. Until the shadow came.

Foxkit only saw a flash of brown and feathers, then a yellow eye, before it took off. Blizzardkit was hanging from its yellow claws, screaming. Then, she was gone.

Foxkit stood petrified for a few minutes after that, waiting for Blizzardkit to jump out of the bushes and say that she was all right and that she had had a great time with the bird, that it flew her around and then returned her. But in her heart, she knew. Her sister was gone, and it was her fault. Foxkit padded slowly back to camp, her head down. How would she explain to the clan?

It didn’t seem she needed to explain. The second she made her way through the entrance, the sad look on her face, the clan knew. A cat scolded her and then wrapped her into an embrace, leading her away. A patrol was sent out to see if they could find her, or anything that was left. They did find her, but Foxkit wasn’t allowed to see what was left of her sister, but from the murmurs she caught of her clanmates, it wasn’t much. I’m so sorry Blizzardkit! Can you forgive me one day? Please?! Foxkit prayed to the stars above, hoping that Blizzardkit was safe up there, that she was happier than she was with her.

[stormshade1 | Foxclove 100% has a fear of hawks]

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YewClan and PlumClan ++ Story Page Aug 21, 2024 20:05:45 GMT -5 whispering and lemonshortbread like this

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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 21, 2024 20:05:45 GMT -5

Mistleheart's Origin Story! (Moon 17 of YewClan's roleplay)

POF: Lily (Mistleheart's mother)

(TW: death, blood)

There was once a beautiful she-cat named Lily who was a loner who lived in a barnyard near PlumClan's territory. She loved to eat mice and rabbits, and stayed clear of the Twolegs who lived there. She was a beautiful fluffy white she-cat with icy blue eyes.

One day, the Twolegs adopted a new farm cat, a kittypet named Dusty to help control the mice population in the barn. While Lily was hunting mice inside the barn, she stumbled into him. Dusty was also in the barn hunting mice. Dusty was a very handsome gray tabby tom with piercing yellow eyes. Lily quickly fell in love with him, talking about their lives and experiences with each other.

They became mates one day, and eventually, Lily found out she was expecting kits with him. This made the fluffy white loner very excited, so she skipped around expecting to find her love to tell him the news. But Dusty was nowhere to be seen, and Lily looked very hard for him! She even searched inside the twoleg nest, which she was too cautious to go inside before... but there was no sign of the handsome tabby tom, or even his twolegs. The twoleg den were completely empty... with no furniture, and when Lily went outside the cows and sheep were gone too! Dusty and his twolegs have moved somewhere else, and Lily found it hard to imagine what Dusty's reaction from being taken away from his love with be! He must of been heartbroken to be never see his mate again because his twolegs decided to move out of the barnyard!

As a season passed, Lily gave birth to a single kit. A tiny fluffy white she-kit with two gray speckled patches on her back. Lily decided to call her kit Mistle, as it was such an adorable name! When Mistle opened her eyes for the first time, they were piercing yellow, and Lily's heart panged with grief when she saw her mate Dusty in her.

As Mistle has gotten bigger, Lily needed to hunt to keep producing milk for her. She hesitated to leave her daughter alone, but she really needed milk. So Lily headed to barn.... Only to find a giant swarm of rats have overtaken the barn that mice used to live in, squeaking loudly and horribly! Terrified, Lily ran back to her kit Mistle empty pawed. She vigorously apologized to her when she stopped producing milk as days passed. Lily finally felt brave enough to check the barn again to see if the rat swarm had left. But to Lily's horror, the rats were not only still there, but the swarm was even larger! With horror, Lily ran back to her daughter Mistle, and decided to evacuate the barnyard with her. It was the beginning of greenleaf, and it was very hot outside! With Mistle's scruff in her mouth, Lily took one last glance at the barnyard, before walking away in the unbearable heat. Those rats must of sought the barn to stay cool in this very hot greenleaf!

Now, there was Lily panting in the heat with her daughter Mistle following close behind. Padding through PlumClan's territory, her stomach dropped when she came across a massive Thunderpath full of thundering monsters! Mistle was very frightened at the sight of the horrible loud screeching monsters, and hid behind one of Lily's front legs. Determined to comfort her daughter, and make it to the other side of the Thunderpath, Lily gained some confidence and determination.

"Don't worry my sweet Mistle... We'll cross the giant Thunderpath together! You'll be fine!" She comforted her daughter.

Lily waited until the first section of the thunderpath was clear before signalling her daughter Mistle that it was safe to cross. The hot cement burnt under Lily paws as she and Mistle ran across it. What Lily didn't know there was another section of the Thunderpath to cross with it's own stream of monsters. What was worse that the monsters were all going in the opposite direction to the first section. Lily thought it was completely safe to cross the Thunderpath with Mistle when there wasn't a monster in sight in the direction she thought they would go. As Lily started running across the Thunderpath with her daughter, a horrible screeching nose and a pair of two lights came from behind her. Turning, Lily stared in horror as a giant monster was hurtling straight at her! She couldn't move; she was frozen fear at the terrifying sight of the monster!

As the monster hit Lily, it sent shock waves through Lily's body. Shocking her, it didn't hurt very much, and Lily had give way to the darkness that swallowed her soon after being hit. Peace washed through every inch of Lily as she listened to the blackness. It was a very comforting feeling, making her think everything would be alright even though it wasn't. She felt her rapidly beating heart stop.

Finally, as the world got brighter, Lily opened her eyes, only to find in horror that she was a spirit standing over her bloodied body! Lily let out a horrible shriek as she stepped away, her transparent body feeling as light as a feather. Lily no longer felt very hot from the heat of Greenleaf, but the horror was still there realizing that she was no longer alive.

NOOO!!! I'M DEAD!!!

But that was wasn't the most concerning thing of the situation Lily got herself in! Lily quickly turned her head and looked in all directions, but her daughter, Mistle was no where to be seen! What has happened to her?!

MY DAUGHTER!!! MISTLE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?! PLEASE BE OKAY!!!

She glided to the other side of the thunderpath and found her daughter Mistle huddled up in the grass.

"Mistle!!! It's okay... I'm here... " Mewed Lily as she walked up to her to embrace her.

However Mistle didn't turn her head to see her mother, and was still huddled there like she wasn't there! Lily tried to place a paw on her daughter's body, but with horror, it phased through and hit the ground instead.

Oh right.... I'm dead! thought Lily sadly as she cuddled around her daughter, hoping her presence would comfort the tiny kit.

And now those bloodthirsty Clan cats are going to get her!!! " Her stomach lurched as she thought about the Clan cats.

Mistle finally got up onto her paws to look for her mother. She phased through Lily as she headed back to the Thunderpath.

But I'm right here! Lily thought desperately Why can't you at least feel my presence?!

As she followed Mistle back to the Thunderpath, she saw her daughter stare in horror at her bloody body lying on the middle of the cement. She started wailing, but she was too afraid to head up to her body as monsters were still passing through it. Lily curled up right next Mistle, crying for her daughter, as she remained there, frozen with shock and grief from seeing her dead.

After several hours, as Mistle finally got up to her tiny paws, Lily got up too. For a moon, Lily followed her daughter wherever she went, and watched with horror as she became malnourished from the lack of milk in her belly. The only thing Mistle was eating were some bugs, like beetles and crickets.

One day, Lily was at her daughter's side when she smelt Clan cats scent. In her days alone, Mistle have wandered into the forest territory of the cats from YewClan. Lily was terrified for her, as she was terrified she would be viscously killed and eaten by the YewClan cats... She head rumors that YewClan cats were the worst of all of them! Lily stood nearby, watching her with fear as she was hidden inside a bush after she smelled the YewClan cats' scents. She wanted her to be safe, and she couldn't do anything to save her daughter when the YewClan cats come!

Lily raised her hackles and flattened her ears, as she watched as three YewClan cats, a mostly black furred she-cat with small patches of dark ginger fur, a speckled gray tom, and a gray tom with white markings that look remarkably like an owl approach the bush where her daughter was hiding. Her stomach lurched as the black-furred she-cat poked her head inside the bush, telling Mistle she was not going to eat her and will care for her as a Clan cat.

Obviously she is trying to trick her into leaving the bush so the Clan cats will eat her for dinner!!! Thought Lily with horror.

Lily was shocked when her daughter Mistle thought these CLAN cats will be caring to her, and accepted the gray tom with owl-patterning's offer give her a badger ride back to back to their camp.

Lily's heart was racing as she glided towards the gray tom giving Mistle a badger ride to their camp, and she gasped with shock at how small YewClan was when she entered her camp. If she was alive and her daughter wasn't literally being carried here, she wouldn't have ever set paw here, as she thought she would be mauled to death here! But here she was in YewClan's camp, and though the Clan cats couldn't see her, they were very welcoming and being friendly with her daughter.

Maybe these Clan cats aren't as bad as I thought...

Lily was right there in camp, beside the Clan cats gathered under the a large rock. A ginger and white tom was perched on the top of the rock, looking very happy to welcome her daughter into YewClan. Lily's heart swelled with joy as the ginger tom renamed Mistle to Mistlekit and proclaims her to be a member of YewClan, but she couldn't help but wonder why these cats were being SO FRIENDLY and CARING with her daughter, when she always thought of them being bloodthirsty and dangerous.

As time passed, Lily was always there, sleeping beside Mistlekit as she slept in the nursery, and beside her as she received mushed up fresh-kill from the fresh-kill pile as an alternative to milk to eat. She was very happy to see her regaining her normal weight, and becoming healthy and happy again. And most of all, she was very happy to see that she was being taken care of very well by the Clan cats.

But when the terrible yellowcough outbreak came around in leaf-bare after her daughter became apprenticed to the speckled gray warrior, Spottedfur, she was very worried for her health - both her physical and mental health, and also for the other cats in the Clan, as everyone were starving, and almost everyone were sick with yellowcough. But when newleaf came, everything came back to normal again, and Mistlekit, now Mistlepaw was happy again. And Lily have learnt these Clan cats were caring to outsiders, and were not bloodthirsty and dangerous, coming together to work in difficult situations like the yellowcough outbreak.

Lily's heart swelled with joy and pride as her daughter, Mistlepaw was named a warrior, and was renamed to Mistleheart in Greenleaf, a year after her tragic death on the Thunderpath. Her spine shivered when she said the oath where she would risk her life to save others in her Clan, but she hoped that she will live a long and healthy life as a warrior.

Wherever Mistleheart went, Lily was always with her, even she couldn't see her or even feel her presence. She watched proudly as Mistleheart became best friends with Slatefoot, another warrior of YewClan and only slightly younger than her. She was a dark gray she-cat with a white underbelly and pale yellow eyes.

When Mistleheart announced that she was expecting kits in front of the Clan on the Great Rock, Lily was so proud of her daughter, raising the next generation of Clan cats and carrying on her legacy. Lily was going to be a grandmother! Though she wasn't alive to meet them and share tongues with them.

Lily was right next to her daughter when she gave birth to four tiny kits, named Cicadalkit, Lightkit, Gentlekit and Gustkit at the time, in the nursery. She couldn't be any more proud of her daughter Mistleheart. And she was right there when her four grandkits opened their eyes for the first time, learned to speak and walk, and started playing with each other. The four kits, now named Wrenkit, Lightkiy, Icekit, and Gustkit were her four beloved grandkits, her grandkits she will never meet because she was dead... But her love for them were immensely strong, like her daughter's love for them was. She can't wait to see what kind of warriors they will become, though she wished she could speak to them and they could see her... but nothing could change the fact she was dead and was a ghost following Mistleheart wherever she goes...

But at least she can watch over her, and her kits, until eventually they pass away... AND FINALLY then she will be able to reunite with her daughter Mistleheart, and her kits will be able to meet their grandmother. But that was a VERY LONG time away, and Lily wasn't ware that Clan cats went to StarClan, not wander as ghosts when they die... She has always believed StarClan as kit stories to comfort cats on the difficult topic of death. She definitely wasn't aware that StarClan cats could go to the living world temporality to watch over their loved oness. When the time comes, it will not be all gloom and heartbreak, as Lily will find out that StarClan cats CAN come to the living world and share tongues with ghosts like Lily, who don't believe in such an afterlife, like StarClan. SO she will be able to reunite with Mistleheart and meet her beloved grandkits one day after all... AND MAYBE... maybe one day she will be able to reunite with her beloved kittypet mate Dusty who was taken away from the barnyard by his Twolegs....

OOC: I can't believe I FINALY got this out! It has been very enjoyable to work on this, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this! It is also very LONG and my roleplay responses are NEVER that long, lol XD

stormshade1

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YewClan and PlumClan ++ Story Page Aug 29, 2024 15:59:41 GMT -5

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Post by stormshade1 on Aug 29, 2024 15:59:41 GMT -5

Blizzardpaw

After the patrol – moon 21 (@)

“Hello?”

The healers’ den was silent. She really wanted to talk to one of them – surely they could help her. With her nightmares, and the kit... everything, really.

“Is anyone here?” She called again.

“What is it? What’s going on?”

That was... Quickshade? No... Amberdapple. Of course. She came around the corner, her eyes wide with panic.

“Nobody’s hurt! Everybody’s fine, I just... need your help with something.”

Amberdapple’s gaze immediately softened. “What do you need help with?”

“I... has anyone... died recently?”

Amberdapple’s eyes glazed over, and she threw a quick glance at something behind her before saying, “Currentpaw, you know that. You were at her vigil. Why do you ask?”

Blizzardpaw sat down, ignoring Amberdapple’s question. “Anyone else?”

“What do you mean?”

“Anyone... from other Clans?”

“Well... I don’t think I’m supposed to share this, really, but I know that YewClan has had... many losses recently.”

“Any kits?” Blizzardpaw asked, remembering the orange kit from her dream. Or... vision. Whatever you call it.

“Gustkit.”

Maybe... the name didn’t seem familiar. But... maybe.

“How did she die?”

“He.”

That couldn’t be right. The kit was a molly. Blizzardpaw was sure of it.

“And... how he died, I’m afraid that’s between me and the other medicine cats. But... why do you want to know?”

“I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like... I remember something that didn’t happen. And I’ve been having nightmares since I was a kit about it.”

Amberdapple’s expression grew serious. “Tell me about your... nightmares.”

“There’s birds... really big birds. Hawks, I think. They cover the whole sky, and attack me. And sometimes... there’s a fox.”

“A fox?”

“Yeah. It just... watches me and then runs away.”

“And... what happens at the end of the dream?”

“I wake up.”

“Okay... how often do you have these dreams?”

“Almost every night.”

Amberdapple paused, thinking.

“Now tell me about... what you remember. You remember something that didn’t happen.”

“I... don’t remember much. I remember there was... snow. And another cat. A kit, I think. And... a bird. Or... feathers, at least. And the ground grew farther away, and then... there’s nothing else.”

Amberdapple paused again.

“This isn’t a normal dream, or normal memories. I’ll ask StarClan about it at the next half-moon meeting.”

[OOC: Didn't want to include it in the main section cuz it's not actually in Clangen, it's just an extra thing]

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Post by Sapphirejas on Oct 29, 2024 19:38:27 GMT -5

Mistleheart's Death (Moon 85 of YewClan's Roleplay)

(TW: violence, blood, and death)

It was a hot spring day, and Mistleheart, the leader Dapplestar, and a young warrior, Monarchlightning were stalking in the undergrowth of YewClan's forest towards the edge of BurdockClan's border. It was a great life for Mistleheart - she was a loved and respectable warrior of YewClan, and she had her beloved two kits - Wrenice and Lightshard, who are now warriors themselves. The life as a stray kitten in the forest of YewClan, weak and feeding off of only bugs was very far behind the white-furred she-cat. Little did she know, her life would end this day. But the birds chirping songs, and the gentle rustling of the breeze said otherwise for Mistleheart.

The YewClan cats arrived at the border of BurdockClan, and Mistleheart gave the air a sniff. When Mistleheart smelt the scent of milk and a kit mixed with the scent of BurdockClan, she was shocked. What was a BurdockClan kit doing so far away from their camp?! There were hawks around in the sky, looking for a free and easy meal to take - and a helpless kit would be one of them.

"Dapplestar, Monarchlightning, I can smell a kit all the way out here! Let's help them home." Mistleheart alerted the other cats.

Following the scent, Mistleheart and the others arrived at a scene of a brown tabby kit playing with a butterfly - swatting it with their tiny paws. Mistleheart approached the kit, with her fluffy white tail in the air.

"Hello little one, what are you doing all the way out here?" Mistleheart mewed gently to the kit "We're going to take you back home"

But to Mistleheart's shock, the kit raised their hackles and hissed at Mistleheart and the other YewClan cats.

"GET AWAY FROM ME YEWCLAN CATS! YOU CAN'T STEP PAW AT OUR PLACE!"

Mistleheart tried to calm the BurdockClan kit, but it was no use. They yowled at the air, calling for BurdockClan cats to come to their rescue.

"HELP! HELP!!!" The kit yowled "YEWCLAN CATS ARE ABOUT TO KITNAP ME!!!"

Mistleheart's fluffy white fur raised up when she heard unfamiliar aggressive voices sound from behind her, and the strong scent of BurdockClan waft into her nose. She spun around to see face-to-face with a large BurdockClan patrol, who looked furious for being just near the kit, and being friendly to them!

"GET AWAY FROM MY KIT!!!" Yowled a muscular brown flecked tom. He looked remarkably similar to the kit. He must be their father! Five other BurdockClan cats surrounded him, and they circled around the smaller YewClan patrol, hissing and spitting at them.

"I am only going to return the kit to your camp! " Cried Mistleheart "Not take them away!"

But Mistleheart could see that the BurdockClan patrol did not believe her.

"Why should we trust you?!" Spat the kit's father "My son is clearly distressed, and you YewClan cats have stolen one of our apprentices moons ago! You are a mange-pelt who are going to steal him into your Clan!"

Mistleheart heart was thundering in her chest as she looked for an opening in the BurdockClan patrol to escape. When one of the cats slightly shifted to the right, Mistleheart saw Dapplestar took it as a cue, and she alerted her and Monarchlightning to use it to escape. But when Mistleheart started running towards the escape point, the father of the kit charged toward Mistleheart! Pain shot through Mistleheart's belly as he deeply raked through it just as Mistleheart left the circle of BurdockClan cats.

"AND STAY AWAY FROM MY SON, AND OUT OF BURDOCKCLAN'S TERRITORY, FLEA-BITTEN YEWCLAN CATS!!!" Yelled the father of the kit as Mistleheart and the others went onto YewClan's side of the border. From the distance, pain was searing from her belly as Mistleheart watched the father of the kit pick him up scruff and disappear in the bushes to take him home.

"WHY BURKOCKCLAN?! WE WERE ONLY TRYING TO HELP!" thought Mistleheart as she grunted and panted from pain.

When the YewClan were some distance away from BurdockClan's border, suddenly, Mistleheart felt weak. Gazing at her belly, Mistleheart gasped when she saw a huge amount of blood pouring out of it! Mistleheart stumbled, her legs shaking. She knew she needed the experienced healer, Shadepatch's help, but the only problem is... they were SO far away from camp!

"Dapplestar! Bring me to Shadepatch. I'm losing so much blood!" grunted Mistleheart.

Mistleheart had lost so much blood, that suddenly, her legs gave up beneath her. She lay on the ground panting, trying to take in fresh air. But her body was struggling! The deep wound on her belly caused so much pain for the fluffy white warrior that she wanted it to stop.... just stop! Even if it means dying... there wasn't much hope. They were so far from camp!

Mistleheart felt herself be lifted up by Dapplestar, and onto her back. After a moment of vigorously panting and struggling, Mistleheart let go. There was no point fighting anymore..., the pain was horrible! And as she let go, the pain was gone. Dapplestar sensed something was wrong, as Mistleheart was back pressed against the ground. Peace and love for her lovers, and her kits washed through Mistleheart's body as took a deep sigh. Suddenly, her life started flashing in front of her eyes, crossing the Thunderpath with her mother Lily, Lily's tragic death, life as a stray kitten in the forest, life as a Clan cat, becoming an apprentice, a warrior, her curled up next to her newborn kits, her son Gustkit's death, the great war against the rogues, her kits becoming warriors, and finally her confessing her love to Slatefoot, and spending time with her.

"This is it! I'm dying... I don't believe it, my life over already?!" Thought Mistleheart as she sunk into her comfort of her love and warmth. Then, Dapplestar's frame flickered back into focus again, and Mistleheart had one last look at her before she joined StarClan... She was panicked over her limp form.

"I'm so sorry Dapplestar, I'm going to walk with StarClan now as a loyal and brave warrior.... Please keep my love, Slatefoot happy and tell her that I want her to be happy! Well... I've got to go now, haven't I?"

And Mistleheart closed her eyes for the last time as she felt her heart stopping. Everything was gone. Her life was over. Mistleheart was dead.

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After what felt like a few moments, or even an eternity later listening to the darkness and silence around her, Mistleheart felt herself lay on some grass. She opened her eyes and gasped at once. Mistleheart was lying in front of a beautiful waterfall, the water at the bottom twinkling like starlight. The trees around her had leaves that twinkled in a strange light. Taking in her surroundings, Mistleheart concluded that she was in a forest - not just any forest, but the forest of StarClan! Checking it was true, Mistleheart checked her belly to see that the deep wound was gone and was replaced by stars in her pelt! Not only that, Mistleheart felt no more pain.

Suddenly, Mistleheart heard pawsteps approach her. When she turned around, Mistleheart gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. Her lost kits, Gustkit and Icepaw were standing in front of her, looking very happy to see her. Gustkit was smaller than Icepaw and he walked around her legs, as Icepaw, the starry cat with silver-white fur approached her, purring warmly.

"Gustkit! Icepaw! My babies!" Cried Mistleheart, tears falling out of her eyes. "I never thought I would be seeing you two again so soon! Well here I'm am."

"I missed you so much mom!" Mewed Gustkit "I thought I wasn't going to see you again for a long time!"

"Well welcome home mother!" Meowed Icepaw delightfully. "You are a StarClan cat now!"

Mistleheart wrapped her starry white tail around her two kits, her two kits who she once lost! But, they were together again, and nothing could separate them. Mistleheart purred happily, forgetting that she died due to the claws of the BurdockClan tom.

"I missed you two so much" Mistleheart smiled warmly. "Life was never the same without you... ever since you died."

As Mistleheart hugged her once-lost kits, Mistleheart felt another presence join her. A beautiful pure white she-cat was standing nearby, with crystal blue eyes and oddly, missing the stars in her pelt that StarClan cats have. The sight of her made Mistleheart gasp again, the sight of a long lost and forgotten memory of her kithood!

"MOTHER!" Gasped Mistleheart. She never thought that she would see her again... As she wasn't a Clan cat! "What are you doing in StarClan?!"

But Mistleheart's mother merely smiled warmly at her, beaming with presence.

"Sweet Mistleheart... My baby... It is so good to be able to speak with you!"

"It is..." Mewed Mistleheart, tears in her yellow eyes. "Anyways, how did you get to StarClan?" Mistleheart repeated.

"Mistleheart... I'm going to walk my own skies from now on... but the StarClan cats allowed me to visit you when you arrived to StarClan so that I could talk to you again. You see, before you died, I was a ghost, following you wherever you went and whatever you were doing. I was always with you, and I will come back here often to see you again in StarClan and my grandkits" Lily looked over to Gustkit and Icepaw, smiling and with tears in her beautiful blue eyes.

"I missed you soo much mum! I don't believe you are here!"

Lily smiled back at Mistleheart "I am always here, and forever will be... Even when I'm walking in my own skies."

Mistleheart embraced her mother, purring together. Once they let go, Lily said that she was leaving, but she will visit her and her grandkits again. Mistleheart watched as she faded away, waving with her starry paw.

I look forward to seeing you again mother...

After that, Mistleheart's former love Foxclove came to see her, and Mistleheart nuzzled her, happy to be reunited with. Though, as they walked through StarClan's terriory, Mistleheart's thoughts drifted back to her Clan that she has left behind. They must be very sad over her death, especially Slatefoot, who was her lover, and Dapplestar, who watched her die and tried to carry her back to the healers to save her. Guilt tugged Mistleheart's heart when she realized that she would never become the deputy of YewClan, a dream she once had when she was a warrior of her former Clan. But peace washed through Mistleheart, when she remembered she was with her lost loved ones forever, and that she had faith that her former Clanmates will move on from her death.

My Clanmates... I'm so sorry. Please move on from my death. I want you guys to be happy...

And as several moons passed while Mistleheart was in StarClan, she watched happily as her former lover, Slatefoot found love in a different cat, Dapplestar. The sight of her being with a different cat didn't make Mistleheart upset at all, in fact, it made her happy inside for her. She didn't want Slatefoot to be sad and alone for the rest of her life. And when Mistleheart's daughter, Wrenice had kits with a cat from another Clan, Mistleheart was beaming with pride despite the fact she broke the Warrior Code. Mistleheart was so happy to see her daughter fall in love with another cat, even if he was from a different Clan. Mistleheart watched Wrenice curl in the nursery with three tiny newborns, one as white as snow, and who looked just like her mother Lily. They were her kit's kits, her grandkits! Even though Mistleheart was dead, and is now a StarClan cat, her legacy carried on in YewClan, in the form of her daughter, Wrenice's kits. Mistleheart couldn't be more proud of the Clan that she left behind, even though Dapplestar declared war on BurdockClan to seek revenge for her death. No one died in the war, and Dapplestar learnt it wasn't worth it, ended it, and moved on from her death.

Mistleheart will forever be a star in the sky for her living family to look up to and remember, shining and bright.

OC: GAHHH! RIP MISTLEHEART! You will be forever remembered, and I will MISS ROLEPLAYING AS YOU SOO MUCH! She was such an amazing cat!