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The Main Cast Of My Warrior Cats Fanfiction: These cats can be put in several roles. This Clan is NOT realistic.

PRISMCLAN - Known for living with glow in the dark plants. Prismclanners know how to utilize light, and tend to be born unsensitive to most sources when looking. Their territory is mostly forests and other kinds of vegetation, however they do own a cliff that stumbles into a river-possibly other clan territory.

MOONMIRROR - The Moonmirror is where medicine cats go to share dreams with starclan, and where leaders gain their 9 lives. For Twolegs, the Moonmirror is actually a huge block of obsidian that can reflect an image due to it's glossy surface. The Moonmirror is located past Prismclan's huge forest, and is nestled around a rocky area of mountains. In order for a cat to dream, they put their paw (not lick any water, nor touch noses if ykyk) on the stone and close their eyes. Cats, instead of sleeping near the Moonstone in the books, will lean against the Moonmirror.

☆ Leader: Magpiestar
☆ Deputy: Royalmonarch
☆ Medicine Cat: Swallowtail
☆ Medicine Cat Apprentice: None

♡ Personal OC: Whitecrow
♡ Based Off One Of My OCs: Lotuscrown

⌑ Warriors (12): Ospreywing, Cloverskies, Canyonrose, Fennecfrost, Silverdove, Lotuscrown, Cowdust, Rabbitpaws, Marigoldspark, Ravendunes, Whitecrow, & Royalmonarch
⌑ Apprentices (3): Beechpaw, Shortcakepaw, Dandelionpaw
⌑ Kits (0):

⍣ Elders (1): Smokestep
☪ Queens (0):

★ Rouges/Loners: Granite
✦ Traitors: Swallowtail
✧ Villains: Swallowtail

⍟ Starclan Cats (Lore):
♬ Dead Cats: Cypressnose
𓇼 Dark Forest Cats (Lore): Cypressnose

Mentors: [Beechpaw & Whitecrow], [Ospreywing & Dandelionpaw], [Silverdove & Shortcakepaw]

THIS WILL BE EDITED, ESP. FOR VILLAINS, ROGUES/LONERS, MED APP, AND MAYBE A FEW OTHERS.
CHARACTES WILL GO MORE IN-DEPTH NEXT POST.

Spoiler: Yes, I know.

My mind works like a drill-constantly finding new ideas, digging them up, but going right past them. I still have two fanfictions on rpn to post on, such as my Apocolayspe AU, and my Among Us x BSD AU. In fact, the Among Us one still needs to be started. I still have them in mind, and I actually post my fanfics elsewhere too. So, with that being said, I will keep all my writings in mind-not just desert it. I have to upload chapters (once a month I suppose, or 2-3) to have my readers on the OTHER website get some interest, so it'll be no biggie if I keep them here too. Whatever. This is just here because...I want to just explain smt? I can guess not many ppl care for what i'm saying here, but idrc. I can guess there are a lot of dry stories in the writings section on RPN, so my own wouldn't matter, but I'm saying that won't happen. Goodbye, the in-depth look out of my warrior cats will be below.

 

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PERSONAL BIOGRAPHIES OF CATS: (Moons will not be Deciphered)
Yeah...over 7k words right here. Sadly spoilers don't show the word count.

Spoiler: OSPREYWING | Warrior ✓

Name: OSPREYWING
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Ospreywing has mostly white, bristled fur in the front, with a capped brown half-mask on his face. On the rear end, he has an unusual brindle that goes through the colors of brown, beige, and other darker/lighter tones. His neck fluff is spine, dragging up upon his cheeks with heavy tufts. Ospreywing's eyes are an olive green, and his nostrils have a blackened mark. Few stripes mark his forehead. He is not too big, nor too small. Ospreywing's tail is actually unnaturally longer than other cat's.

Personality: Ospreywing is an unassuming yet reliable warrior in Prismclan, content with his role and following the warrior code with an unshaken resolve. While he has no aspirations of leadership or standing out, he takes pride in doing his part, ensuring that his clan stays strong and united. His sense of responsibility is clear, though he doesn't see the need for unnecessary confrontation. He’s not one to challenge authority unless it truly conflicts with his sense of right and wrong. However, when it comes to his apprentice, Dandelionpaw, Ospreywing can be surprisingly strict. While he typically holds a calm, patient demeanor, he doesn’t tolerate laziness and will firmly redirect his apprentice’s actions, sometimes showing an irritable side when Dandelionpaw falls behind in training.

One of Ospreywing’s greatest strengths lies in his ability to persuade and influence others. His eloquence and calm, logical demeanor allow him to talk his way through almost any situation. He’s the type of cat who knows how to calm down tense situations, smooth over disputes, and ensure that things don’t escalate. Whether it’s negotiating between clanmates or advising others on decisions, his careful use of words and reasoning makes him a respected figure, even if he doesn’t seek attention. His charisma makes him well-suited to situations where mediation and diplomacy are key, and he’s often called upon to help resolve conflicts without resorting to force.

Despite his ability to influence others, Ospreywing holds firmly to his own sense of morality. He is unwavering in his belief that the right decision, not personal gain or power, should guide his actions. This is why, even though Magpiestar is the leader of Prismclan, Ospreywing would never follow blindly if he disagreed with a decision. He may respect the leader’s position, but he would never be a part of something he felt was wrong. This level of integrity and independence often sets him apart from other warriors, making him a strong, dependable ally and a quiet voice of reason within the clan.

Backstory:
Relationships: Apprentice is DANDELIONPAW

Spoiler: CLOVERSKIES | Warrior ✓

Name: CLOVERSKIES
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: A magpie Lady-Cat with grey eyes. (Because I include accessories on my OC Cats), Cloverskies has several periwinkle purple flowers attached to her limbs. Some strike her forepaws and legs, and one is even dotted around her neck. A long piece is hanging from her ear. Her cheeks fur tends to be more than whatever she has on other patches of her body, excluding her tail that also is fluffy.

Personality: Cloverskies has a sharp tongue and a wit to match, often throwing out sarcastic remarks whether it’s to an overeager apprentice or a fellow warrior slacking off. She doesn’t go out of her way to be cruel, but her quips can be biting, and she has little patience for nonsense. However, beneath her cranky exterior, she has an oddly keen sense of timing—she always seems to find exactly what the Clan needs at the right moment. Whether it’s fresh moss for nests or a sprig of half-alive catmint in the dead of leaf-bare, her luck is something even she can’t explain.

She values her rest more than most, and she’s not above shoving warriors back into the den if they disturb her sleep. While she may complain about others' chatter, she has a natural ability to settle disputes when things get out of control. She’s no perfect mediator, but her blunt honesty and sharp reasoning make her surprisingly decent at cooling tensions—when she wants to. More often than not, though, she’d rather not deal with drama at all.

Cloverskies has always been drawn to the color purple, particularly periwinkle, and she wears small flowers over her sleek frame to express it. Her personality, much like her magpie-patterned coat, shifts between moods. In her darker moments, she’s withdrawn and irritable, preferring to be left alone. But when she’s in her lighter mood, she can be unexpectedly encouraging, even hyping up younger cats with rare enthusiasm. Though she may not always show it, there’s more to her than just sarcasm and crankiness—those who know her well understand that beneath it all, she does care.

Backstory:
Relationships: Canyonrose is a great, night-watching friend

Spoiler: CANYONROSE | Warrior ✓

Name: CANYONROSE
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Canyonrose is mainly white with a speckled black and tan face. it spreads over to his shoulders in a light shoulder dapple, but then just goes randomly to his tail and fades away. His eyes are a light blue, and his fur is only mildly scruffy.

Personality: He’s the type of cat who enjoys the simpler things in life—whether that’s sharing jokes or lounging around with friends. Despite this laid-back demeanor, he has a competitive side that shines through, especially when training an apprentice. He thrives on friendly rivalries with other warriors, often comparing how well he’s training his apprentice against others in the Clan. It’s all in good fun for Canyonrose, who is always looking for ways to turn even the most ordinary moments into playful challenges.

Although he tends to take life easy, Canyonrose isn't immune to stress and tension. When things become too much, it’s clear that he’s not the best at hiding it. His usual composure slips, and he may retreat to the warriors' den, curling his tail or simply lingering in quiet solitude. His sister, Cowdust, knows him better than most and can often spot when he’s struggling, since they share a strong connection. Despite his fun-loving nature and relaxed attitude, Canyonrose can be deeply affected by his emotions, and when the weight of things gets too heavy, he seeks out calm spaces to process it all.

While Canyonrose is usually good at keeping his feelings under wraps, there's one cat who makes his heart beat faster—Cloverskies. He admires her sharp wit and sarcastic edge, though he’s too bashful to admit how much he’s drawn to her. Their late-night walks have become something of a tradition, where the two of them can share quiet moments away from the noise of the Clan. These peaceful strolls allow Canyonrose to let down his guard and enjoy Cloverskies' company in a way that feels natural and serene.

Backstory:
Relationships: Same litter as Cowdust, small crush on Cloverskies

Spoiler: FENNECFROST | Warrior ✓

Name: FENNECFROST
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Fennecfrost is a tall, strong cat with flexing muscles often rippling underneath a cascade of a cream colored mane. He is mostly a dark ginger/rust color, yet his tail ends with a lighter one that extends to his paws and chest coat. His eyes are like pickled greens, and he (because I accept unrealistic accessories for these OCs) wears a fluffy hat that is identical to his secondary pelt color.

Personality: Fennecfrost is a cat known for his bold courage, often charging headfirst into danger without a second thought. His overconfidence sometimes gets the better of him, and he’ll push himself to the limit, even ignoring his own injuries. It’s not that he’s reckless for the sake of being reckless; he simply believes that his strength and determination can carry him through any obstacle. But despite his bravado, Fennecfrost knows when to back down. If he’s pushed too far or when others are pleading with him to stop, he’ll listen. However, he’ll rarely admit when he’s in real pain, choosing to tough it out rather than show vulnerability.

Though Fennecfrost can be aggressive when necessary, his anger is never blind rage. He’s calculated and precise in his actions, always dealing with problems head-on rather than avoiding them. If something is bothering him, whether it’s a personal issue or a Clan concern, he doesn’t hesitate to go directly to Magpiestar and voice his frustrations. He’s not afraid to ask for what he believes is right, and he carries himself with a quiet confidence that others can’t help but respect. While he’s not overly fond of the spotlight, he’s perfectly comfortable speaking before a group, expressing his thoughts without coming off as arrogant or demanding. His strong presence makes others listen when he speaks, and he does so with the intention of making meaningful changes.

Despite his imposing figure and tough exterior, Fennecfrost has his limits. The heat of leaf-bare is his biggest enemy, and he finds it difficult to endure the scorching days that seem to sap his energy. His thick fur only makes matters worse, often leaving him feeling sluggish and irritable when the sun is at its peak. To combat this, he’s learned to swim, thanks to Silverdove, who patiently taught him the skills needed to handle the waters. Though he’ll never enjoy the heat, Fennecfrost’s ability to adapt and learn new things shows his resilience. Whether it's taking on challenges headfirst or learning to keep cool in the water, Fennecfrost’s determination and willpower make him a force to be reckoned with.

Backstory:
Relationships: Silverdove was his 'swimming instructor'

Spoiler: SILVERDOVE | Warrior ✓

Name: SILVERDOVE
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Silverdove is a overall grey she cat with rosette markings that help put some personality into her pelt. She is slim and sleek, not much of a help when leaf-bare comes to torment her. Her eyes are a grey, almost dusty like, but something that matches her.

Personality: Silverdove is a cat who doesn’t take things lightly, especially when it comes to mentoring. Known for her strict and disciplined approach, she expects the best from her apprentices and holds them to high standards. She carries herself with a quiet but undeniable confidence, and her presence can command respect from those around her. Her tall frame is often the first thing others notice, and she takes some amusement in how it surprises male cats who may assume she’s less capable due to her gender. Silverdove doesn’t need to assert her strength, it’s simply there, subtly woven into the way she carries herself and interacts with others.

Though she maintains a no-nonsense attitude, Silverdove has a strong bond with Royalmonarch, the deputy of Prismclan, and holds a deep respect for her. Their friendship is built on mutual understanding and a shared sense of duty. Silverdove often finds herself venting to Royalmonarch, discussing the things she dislikes and sharing her thoughts with someone who truly understands her. There’s a level of comfort and camaraderie between them, and their similar temperaments make their conversations both constructive and occasionally amusing. Silverdove is not one for idle chatter, but when she has someone she trusts, like Royalmonarch, she’s more than willing to let her guard down and share her thoughts.

Despite her serious demeanor, Silverdove has a softer side that she rarely shows to others. When Fennecfrost struggled with the heat of green-leaf and his thick coat, Silverdove took it upon herself to help him by teaching him how to swim. Though swimming isn’t a common skill among the clan, Silverdove had learned it in her youth, possibly passed down through her ancestors. She realized how much the skill could benefit Fennecfrost in dealing with the heat and took the time to teach him, a rare display of care beneath her stern exterior. This willingness to go out of her way to help those she cares about reveals a more nurturing side to Silverdove that’s often overshadowed by her monochrome approach to life.

Backstory:
Relationships: Taught Fennecfrost how to swim

Spoiler: LOTUSCROWN | Warrior ✓

Name: LOTUSCROWN
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Lotuscrown is a heavy padded she-cat, distinguished with pale pinkish cream fur that blends into something darker (similar to Shortcakepaw who is near the bottom of the char). Her eyes is a similar pinkish-violet, but very light that is can be guessed to be orange. (Because I allow accessories,) Lotuscrown wears a hearth of flowers atop her head to help style her mane. Her eye lashes are longer than how most cats have them.

Personality: Lotuscrown is known for being a chatterbox, always ready to share the latest gossip or complain in a playful, slightly childish manner. Her friends, Ravendunes, Whitecrow, and Marigoldspark, often find themselves as the recipients of her stories, usually accompanied by a laugh or a dramatic sigh. Though she is quick to speak her mind, there’s a certain lightness to her complaints, never truly malicious or serious. Her voice often carries the energy of a cat who enjoys the act of conversation as much as the content itself, making her a lovable, albeit talkative, presence in her friend group.

Despite her tendency to gossip, Lotuscrown is incredibly trustworthy. When she gives her word, it’s something to be taken seriously, as she has a unique ability to keep secrets—sometimes even beyond her own life. Her loyalty is unwavering, but she doesn’t give it away freely; trust, in her eyes, is something that must be earned. Though her bubbly and social personality might suggest otherwise, she’s quite careful about who she lets into her inner circle. She values those who take the time to prove themselves worthy of her confidence, and once that trust is given, it’s something that can’t be easily broken.

Although Lotuscrown and Whitecrow are close friends, she holds a quiet fondness for Swallowtail, Whitecrow’s sister. Lotuscrown admires the way Swallowtail carries herself with an effortless beauty and a certain grace. It’s a blend of admiration and one-sided affection, but it doesn’t interfere with their friendship. Lotuscrown understands the boundaries and doesn’t feel hurt when Swallowtail pushes her away, as she values their bond above all else. She’s content with their dynamic, enjoying the connection they share without needing anything more. Her ability to appreciate the people in her life without expectations makes her someone who, despite her playful nature, is deeply secure in her relationships.

Backstory:
Relationships: One-sided romance for Swallowtail

Spoiler: COWDUST | Warrior ✓

Name: COWDUST
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Cowdust is a mostly white-almost beige- feline with small splotches of brown and tan at her paws. Her face has the same kind of freckles, and her eyes are a dark brown; unlike her brother who has light blue eyes. They both are tentatively short hairs. (Don't mind the red on her head-it's discoloration/a mistake).

Personality: Cowdust is a lively and upbeat she-cat, always brimming with energy and warmth. Her friendly nature allows her to easily connect with others, and she often finds herself making friends even with cats from other Clans—especially during Gatherings, where her charm and openness shine. Despite her outgoing personality, Cowdust remains humble, never letting her popularity or her social skills go to her head. She’s more interested in building meaningful relationships than in any form of recognition, making her a beloved member of her Clan. Her positive attitude helps her blend into any situation with ease, always striving to make others feel comfortable and welcomed.

While Cowdust is a cat who loves to connect with others, her bond with her brother Canyonrose is especially important to her. She’s deeply protective of him, and her concern for him often outweighs her own needs. If Canyonrose is ever in a difficult spot, she’s the first to offer support, whether that’s by sharing her prey or simply staying by his side when he’s struggling. She can sense when something’s off with him, like when he’s feeling anxious or unsure about his feelings for Cloverskies. Cowdust doesn’t hesitate to tease him about it, urging him to be open with Cloverskies about his emotions. Despite their lighthearted banter, Cowdust genuinely wants what’s best for her brother and is always looking out for him in her own quiet way.

Though Cowdust is the first to jump into action for her loved ones, she doesn’t let her own challenges hold her back. Born with a slightly misaligned nose, she doesn’t have the strongest sense of smell compared to others in her Clan. It’s something she’s had to work around, especially when hunting or tracking prey. But Cowdust doesn’t let this minor setback stop her. She’s still able to scent things—she just has to be a bit closer than most. Her perseverance and adaptability ensure that this quirk never holds her back, and she approaches everything with the same upbeat energy she brings to all aspects of her life. Whether it’s helping her Clan or teasing her brother about his crush, Cowdust takes everything in stride with a smile.

Backstory:
Relationships: Same litter as Canyonrose

Spoiler: RABBITPAWS | Warrior ✓

Name: RABBITPAWS
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Rabbitpaws is tall, with a grey gradient raking his body. He has heavy yet soft mitts, accompanied by (because I keep accessories despite it being warrior cats) white leg warmers. Some darker stripes linger on his face, where he holds grey irises. His tail blends also into ivory, which helps with hunting during leaf-bare because of the snow.

Personality: Rabbitpaws may be tall, but there’s nothing intimidating about him. He has a naturally soft and kind personality, always willing to help out or offer a warm word to his clanmates. He’s one of the few cats who genuinely enjoys the snow, finding something oddly comforting about how it covers the ground in a thick, fluffy layer—even if leaf-bare makes life harder for the clan. His fascination with the cold never faded from kithood, much like his mischievous streak. As a kit, he and Ravendunes were notorious for slipping away from the nursery to stir up trouble, earning them a reputation as a pair of playful rebels. Even now, there’s still a glimmer of that in him, though he’s more careful about when and where he pushes his luck.

One of Rabbitpaws’ biggest strengths is his incredible sense of smell, which makes him an excellent hunter despite the dense forest his clan calls home. It’s no surprise that he’s particularly skilled at finding rabbits, even though they aren’t the most common prey in the area. The irony is that his heavy paws make him less graceful than he’d like—he can track a rabbit with ease, but catching one is another story. Still, his skill is undeniable, and it’s what eventually earns him his warrior name. Beyond hunting, Rabbitpaws has a habit of keeping himself well-groomed, to the point where some might even call him fancy. No matter how muddy or tangled he gets during the day, he’ll always take the time to smooth out his fur, as if appearances matter just as much as his abilities.

Despite his easygoing and somewhat refined nature, Rabbitpaws has an uncanny way of sensing when something is off. More often than not, his suspicions turn out to be true, whether it’s a shift in the weather or tension brewing between his clanmates. It’s a trait he hasn’t quite learned to trust yet, but as time goes on, he may come to realize just how valuable his instincts truly are. In a clan full of glowing plants and mysteries, having a sharp nose and an even sharper intuition might just be more useful than he ever expected.

Backstory: Rabbitkit had been born to a family of one Prismclanner, and one rogue. Unfortunately, his mother's relationship with the stranger cat had become more broken up than ever because the rogue and it's pack ended up being a group that attacked Prismclan. However, there was no going back when his now one remaining parental figure found out she was bearing him himself. His mother's clanmates were not happy by what she done, and when he was born, at first cats didn't like him. Though, after a couple moons went by, his mother passed away and now he was left all alone. By now, there were enough cats that believed that he should be considered a full Prismclan warrior, and that he wouldn't betray them. His warrior name was gifted because of his keen sense of sniffing out rabbits amidst the forest Prismclan resides in.

Relationships: Rabbitpaws has a father of a rogue, yet he apparently has no idea who.

Spoiler: MARIGOLDSPARK | Warrior ✓

Name: MARIGOLDSPARK
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Marigoldspark has a tanish colored pelt and a scraggly amount of fur. A clump even hangs right down his chin, and his tail most of the time drags on the floor. His ears are longer than most, and his eyes are more of a darker yellow. His undercoat is beige/cream, and he is marked by marbled patterns. Some leaves are wrapped like an anklet around his leg as well.

Personality: Marigoldspark is a playful and adventurous cat, often found alongside his best friend, Ravendunes. They share many of the same interests, but Marigoldspark has his own unique quirks, one of which is his preference for Lapwings as his favorite prey. While Ravendunes might enjoy a good hunt, Marigoldspark’s passion lies in the thrill of running, although he’s equally at home climbing trees and scouting the land from above. His love for heights and his curiosity often make him an excellent observer, able to spot things that others might miss. His keen eyes and quick reflexes give him an edge, especially when it comes to evading enemies or finding the best vantage points.

Though Marigoldspark is generally fun-loving, he does enjoy taunting others—particularly rival clan cats. He has a sharp tongue and a mischievous streak that leads him to throw playful jabs or remarks at anyone he sees as an opponent. This tendency makes him and Whitecrow a great duo, as they think similarly and enjoy stirring up trouble together. However, while he’s often playful, Marigoldspark isn’t afraid to back up his words with action. If pushed too far, he’s not shy about throwing a paw or two, earning him a reputation for being fiercely protective of his friends and clanmates, and never one to back down from a fight.

Despite his sometimes antagonistic nature, Marigoldspark has a softer side, especially when it comes to sharing. He’s fond of sitting in the clearing with another cat, often found sharing a meal and taking bites out of each other’s prey. To him, the act of sharing isn’t just about food—it’s about camaraderie, a bond forged through simple gestures. Marigoldspark doesn’t need much to be content; a good friend by his side and a shared meal is enough to make him feel fulfilled. His warm and friendly nature, combined with his love for adventure, makes him a reliable ally and a good-hearted cat at his core.

Backstory:
Relationships: Ravendunes' best friend

Spoiler: RAVENDUNES | Warrior ✓

Name: RAVENDUNES
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Ravendunes has a mostly black colored pelt that fades into rust, or a more brownish-tanish color. The tips of his ears (the tufts) are also faded into the same color, whilst the center of his face slightly blends into a lighter shade of what already is. His face fur is rather spiky, and his tail is heavily packed with fur. His eyes on the other hand are an amber-orange color. If you squint closely, you can see and even darker shade of 'black' being braided stripes on Ravendunes' body, which is laid over his paws and back even though you may not see it there. He has a rather tall stature.

Personality: Ravendunes is the type of cat whose low, soothing voice can calm almost anyone down, making him a natural at handling even the most awkward or tense situations. He doesn’t mind a good joke, always responding with a chuckle or a playful retort, and he can take as much as he dishes out. When he flirts, it's more for fun, and only with a select few, making it clear that it’s lighthearted rather than serious. Despite his relaxed nature, he’s always trying to live up to the expectations of others, especially when it comes to his sister, Royalmonarch, the clan’s deputy. He holds himself to a high standard, often pushing himself to be as dependable and dignified as she is, though it sometimes feels like a weight on his shoulders.

One of Ravendunes’ strongest traits is his powerful hind legs, which make him an excellent bird hunter. His skill with catching birds is something he takes pride in, though it also feeds into his teasing streak. His favorite prey is crows, something he will sometimes hunt just to annoy Whitecrow—he knows she finds their call irksome, so he enjoys showing off his catch. Despite his playful nature, Ravendunes is always ready to step up when his friend Whitecrow is feeling the pressure. When she gets too cautious or irritated, he’s the first to murmur warnings about the possible consequences of her actions, reminding her of the risks she might be taking and offering a calming voice to balance out her emotions.

Ravendunes is content with his role in the clan and has no desire to be deputy. The position would come at too high a cost—either the death of his sister, or the leader’s passing—and he’s not ready to take on that burden. He’s much more comfortable patrolling borders and using his sharp sense of hearing to keep the clan safe. He knows when to speak up and when to stay quiet, always playing his part without overreaching. His natural ability to listen and his calm demeanor make him an invaluable presence among his clanmates, even if he’s never seeking the spotlight.

Backstory: As apprentices, both Ravenpaw and Whitepaw liked adventure. Whether it caused trouble or not, it was enjoyable. Ravenpaw had managed to coax Whitepaw into following him outside of camp borders. At this time, they didn't know their way around, so they found themselves lost. When coming across a Thunderpath, Magpiestar been taking a night walk and doing a night patrol by himself. Both apprentices had been caught red handed, and were forced to catch prey from sundown to sunrise. Luckily, when they returned back to camp, they were praised heavily from how much fresh-kill they had found-to the point some warriors were joking about how the fresh-kill would go rotten because no one could finish it.

Relationships: Same litter as Royalmonarch

Spoiler: WHITECROW | Warrior ✓

Name: WHITECROW
Role: Warrior
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Whitecrow is a white and grey Lady-cat, sporting a more darker facemask that shows exhaustion more than ever. Her tail is plumed, similarly like how her sister Swallowtail has hers. Her eyes are a still-grey, like even a water droplet couldn't disturb her gaze. She (because I allowed unrealistic accessories) wears a black star scarf around her neck and leg warmers on all four legs.

Personality: Whitecrow has always been described as wynorrific—both strikingly beautiful and deeply unsettling (scary). There’s something about the way she carries herself, silent and poised, that puts others on edge. She moves like a swan, graceful but with an underlying strength that reminds you she isn’t just for show. Her words are few, but when she does speak, there’s a weight to them. She has a habit of making threats sound almost poetic, her tone always calm, maybe even amused if she’s in the mood. It’s not that she goes out of her way to be intimidating, but there’s no denying that her presence is naturally unnerving.

Though her clanmates rely on their glowing plants in the dark, Whitecrow doesn’t need the light. She understands the shadows better, using them to her advantage in ways few others can. Strength alone doesn’t make her one of the best fighters—she’s smart, calculating, and precise. She knows when to strike and when to wait, when mercy is necessary and when it’s wasted effort. She follows the warrior code, but it’s clear that mercy isn’t always her first instinct. There are moments where she lets her true thoughts slip, an unspoken tension behind her cold stare, making it clear that if she had it her way, she wouldn’t always be so forgiving.

Still, for those she trusts, Whitecrow is more than just a quiet shadow. Around her closest friends, she lets down her guard just enough to show a dry sense of humor, the kind that catches others off guard. She doesn’t joke often, but when she does, it’s sharp and well-timed, toeing the line between playful and perturbing. She’s not an open book, not by any means, but those who’ve spent enough time with her know that she isn’t heartless—just careful. Her loyalty runs deep, and while she doesn’t say much about it, those who stand beside her know she’d never let them fall.

Backstory: Whitecrow has personally never grew up to like her sister, Swallowtail. There was only the respect for a medicine cat, but nothing more. Whitekit and Swallowkit were created by 3 cats-3 how? Well, the father was unknown, and could only be guessed by two other warriors. Of course, the 'fathers' were devastated to find that her mother had been treating another tom-cat all the same. Eventually, both 'fathers' made plans to kill Whitecrow's mother, and soon succeeded in doing just that. Both he-cats were exiled, and she with her sister were forced to be taken cared of by a different nursey queen. Whitecrow and Swallowtail at that time looked very different-Whitecrow had started to gain her greyed paws, white Swallowtail was all white.

Of course, the nursery queen that took care of them both picked favorites. Swallowtail was cherished ten times more than how Whitecrow was treated, and to top it off, as Whitepaw became apprenticed, she was elected as medicine cat apprentice. It wasn't envy or jealousy filling her-no, Whitecrow didn't want the attention, but rather, it was how Swallowtail acted. Or became. When they were kits, it took Swallowtail a full moon before signs of any other dark colors seeped into her pelt. Whitekit already had markings, so it was like Swallowtail got possessed by something at a young age. Eversince, Whitecrow had grew cautious and distant, and Swallowtail took this as a sign of hostility.

Relationships: Same litter as Swallowtail

Spoiler: MAGPIESTAR | Leader ✓

Name: MAGPIESTAR
Role: Leader
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Magpiestar is a grey and beige tom-cat with large stripes that bold over his body. His eyes are a very dark shade of grey, and his face fur is heavy-helping a lot when the cold season comes around. His ears aren't technically big, yet his fur still stretches to even this part of him so that he has long tufts falling from the tips of where he can hear. Magpiestar tends to be a large cat than most, due to his time of living and training.

Personality: Magpiestar carries himself with an easygoing nature, rarely seen without a calm expression as he settles among his clanmates. He enjoys the quiet moments of clan life, often found sharing tongues with his warriors or watching over the camp with a sense of contentment. Despite the responsibilities that come with leadership, he doesn’t let the weight of his position harden him. He has a soft spot for the youngest members of the clan, always patient with kits and their endless energy. Their playful antics remind him of simpler times, and he finds himself indulging them whenever he can, offering gentle words and amused chuckles as they tumble around his paws.

That being said, Magpiestar isn’t one to be taken lightly. Beneath his relaxed demeanor is a cat who knows when to be firm. He is a capable fighter and a skilled battle instructor, ensuring that his warriors are always prepared. Though he rarely takes on apprentices himself, he still plays an active role in shaping the next generation, observing training sessions and offering pointers when necessary. His leadership is steady, and his judgment is rarely clouded by impulse. He understands the importance of discipline and expects his warriors to act with both strength and honor.

Above all, Magpiestar values peace over unnecessary conflict. He does not tolerate reckless skirmishes or pointless bloodshed, preferring to settle disputes with words before claws. At gatherings, he is one of the first to try and de-escalate tensions, urging diplomacy rather than war. While he knows battle is sometimes inevitable, he refuses to waste lives on petty rivalries. His level-headedness is what makes him a strong leader—one who leads not just with strength, but with wisdom.

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Spoiler: ROYALMONARCH | Deputy ✓

Name: ROYALMONARCH
Role: Deputy
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Royalmonarch is a brown Lady-Cat with a tan/beige base underneath. Speckled dots line her body, being a darker shade of brown and spotting her like a leopard print. Her eyes are similar to Ravendunes', but a bit lighter in shade; an amber-orangish color. (Because I keep accessories), she has several petals and flowers resting on her leg and head, in a way to keep looking nice. A monarch butterfly is wrapped around her neck; which is how she actually got her warrior name (partly).

Personality: Royalmonarch carries herself with the composure expected of a deputy, but those who knew her as a warrior can still catch glimpses of the cat she used to be. The playful streak she once had seems all but gone, replaced with a sense of duty and the weight of responsibility. However, that doesn’t mean she’s all strict business—she has a teasing side that emerges at the right moments, especially with those she’s closest to. Her patience is one of her strongest traits, making her a natural mentor who can handle even the most difficult apprentices. Though her demeanor is steady, her personality isn’t rigid—she knows when to be firm and when to be forgiving, balancing discipline with understanding.

In many ways, her personality mirrors her brother Ravendunes, though where he leans more toward playful ease, Royalmonarch holds herself with a level of authority. She takes her role seriously, always placing the warrior code and Magpiestar’s decisions above her own personal feelings. Despite her rank, she isn’t unapproachable—her friendships still matter to her, and none more than Whitecrow’s. The two balance each other out, with Royalmonarch’s level-headedness grounding her friend’s colder, more intimidating nature. Whether through shared battles or quiet moments, their bond is one of mutual respect and understanding.

One thing Royalmonarch refuses to entertain is romance. She doesn’t actively hate the idea, but she sees no reason to waste time on something that, in her mind, would never last. She’s convinced that her fate as deputy is to eventually die for her clan, whether in battle or some other duty-bound end. With that belief, the idea of forming deep romantic attachments feels pointless—why start something she won’t be around to finish? Instead, she puts her energy into her responsibilities, ensuring that her name is remembered for her loyalty and strength rather than for something fleeting.

Backstory:
Relationships: Same litter as Ravendunes

Spoiler: SWALLOWTAIL | Medicine Cat ✓

Name: SWALLOWTAIL
Role: Medicine Cat & Villain
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Swallowtail has a mainly white pelt that slowly fades into a blackish-blue at her hinds. A colored cape layers her back because of this. Her face leans towards the same kind of blending, and her eyes are a dark greenish-blue. Her fur is thick-which is why her mane and tail are clouded with it.

Personality: Swallowtail is not a medicine cat in the traditional sense—she knows how to heal, but she also knows how to hurt. Before she took on the role, she was a warrior, and that side of her never truly faded. Vicious in battle and unwavering in her strength, she carries herself with an edge that most medicine cats don’t. Her paws may be trained to mend wounds, but she hasn’t forgotten how to inflict them either. Unlike the gentle or wise figures expected of her position, she has little patience for weakness, snapping at cats who step into her den uninvited. Even those in desperate need of care aren’t spared from her sharp tongue.

Her relationship with her sister, Whitecrow, is far from warm—where some siblings grow together, they only grew apart. The tension between them lingers in the air, unspoken but undeniable. Unlike the easy bond shared between Ravendunes and Royalmonarch, Swallowtail and Whitecrow never had that kind of connection. They don’t see eye to eye, nor do they try to. Whatever caused the rift between them remains buried, but it's clear that neither of them is willing to mend it. Swallowtail isn’t the type to hold grudges for no reason, but when she does, she holds them tight.

One might think that being a medicine cat would soften her, that the weight of her responsibilities would instill a sense of mercy. But Swallowtail isn’t one to offer kindness where she feels it isn’t deserved. The warrior code may frown upon a medicine cat who spills blood, but that doesn’t mean she won’t. Her claws remain sharp, and if ever the time comes, she wouldn’t hesitate to use them. Perhaps that’s what truly sets her apart—she doesn’t believe in blind mercy. If another cat threatens her clan, her role as a healer won’t stop her from making sure they never get the chance again.

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Relationships: Same litter as Whitecrow

Spoiler: BEECHPAW | Apprentice ✓

Name: BEECHPAW
Role: Apprentice
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Beechpaw is a fluffy she-cat colored in mostly beige and white, yet (because I keep accessories unrealistically) she also adorns herself with a thick pink hat and leg warmers. Her eyes are a bright yellow, almost pale white when under sunlight.

Personality: Beechpaw is a bundle of curiosity, always darting after butterflies or getting distracted by the smallest movements in the undergrowth. She’s the kind of apprentice who finds wonder in everything, even in the most mundane parts of clan life. Despite her training, she still carries a kit-like fascination with the world, which sometimes gets her scolded when she should be focusing on her lessons. At first, she found her mentor, Whitecrow, terrifying, unsure how to handle the she-cat’s quiet intensity. But over time, Beechpaw realized there was more to Whitecrow than her cold exterior, and while she still gets nervous around her mentor sometimes, she’s grown to respect and admire her.

Even though Beechpaw is naturally skittish, she isn’t completely defenseless. Her reflexes are sharp, and even if the smallest noise can make her jump, she knows how to hold her ground when it matters. She might not be the strongest fighter, but she refuses to let fear control her. That said, she absolutely dreads leaf-bare. The cold bites deep into her thin fur, and she has to layer herself with whatever padded materials she can find just to stay warm. She hates how weak it makes her feel, but she does her best not to complain too much.

Out of everyone, Beechpaw relies on her brother, Shortcakepaw, the most. He may be more independent than her, but he’s her anchor, the one cat she knows will always be there. She worries about the future—about growing apart or losing the connection they’ve always had—but Shortcakepaw never lets that happen. His confidence helps her find her own, and in return, she reminds him to slow down and enjoy the little things. No matter what, she knows they’ll always have each other, and that’s all she needs to keep going.

Backstory:
Relationships: Same litter as Shortcakepaw
Mentor: WHITECROW

Spoiler: SHORTCAKEPAW | Apprentice ✓

Name: SHORTCAKEPAW
Role: Apprentice
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Shortcakepaw is a slender tom-cat with a white base that fades into a pinkish hue towards his paws. A diamond marking is right on his neck/chest, also a slight beige/rose color. His eyes are orange, unlike his sister who has bright yellow eyes. A floral wrap is strung over his right leg, and a ear piece is strewn over his head.

Personality: Shortcakepaw is a fiery little apprentice with a sharp tongue and an even sharper temper. He’s quick to snap back at others, especially younger apprentices or kits, tossing out insults without much thought. There’s a certain arrogance in the way he carries himself, acting like he knows more than he actually does. He reminds some of Cloverskies with his sarcastic and stubborn nature, but unlike her, he hasn’t learned when to pull back. His lack of restraint often gets him into trouble, and while he doesn’t always mean harm (sometimes), he’s still figuring out where the line between playful teasing and genuine cruelty lies. He is childish; mocking, but not always right.

Rebellion runs in Shortcakepaw’s veins. If a warrior tells him to do something, he’s almost guaranteed to do the opposite just out of spite. He craves action, always looking for an excuse to prove himself in battle, even if he isn’t ready. He doesn’t want to wait until he’s stronger—he wants to fight now, even if it means throwing himself into situations way beyond his skill level. While his battle instincts are there, his execution is reckless at best, and it’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten himself seriously hurt yet. The only thing that truly calms him down is his sister, Beechpaw. She’s the only cat he listens to, the only one who can pull him back when he’s being too much, and he clings to their bond more than he’d ever admit.

Shortcakepaw absolutely loathes elder duty, grumbling the entire time whenever he’s forced to clean nests or fetch bedding. But somehow, Smokestep—an old, cranky elder—has taken a liking to him. Shortcakepaw doesn’t get it, but over time, he’s started to enjoy their interactions more than he lets on. He still complains, still rolls his eyes, but there’s a part of him that respects the old tom’s bluntness and the way he doesn’t treat him like a clueless kit. Though he won’t say it out loud, he’s developed a bit of a soft spot for Smokestep, and deep down, he doesn’t actually mind spending time with him.

Backstory:
Relationships: Same litter as Beechpaw
Mentor: SILVERDOVE

Spoiler: DANDELIONPAW | Apprentice ✓

Name: DANDELIONPAW
Role: Apprentice
Gender: Cis-Female

Appearance: Dandelionpaw is a ginger she-cat born with folded ears. Her ears tend to be darker than her normal color pelt, and she has some simple stripes and dots going over her body. Her legs are often wrapped with yellow flowers, and her left ear fully covered by one. Dandelionpaw has spring green eyes, almost the same color as a moor's bright green grass.

Personality: Dandelionpaw is a whirlwind of energy packed into a small frame, always eager to explore every corner of the forest. Her voice is soft and gentle, but there’s no mistaking the fire in her spirit. She’s incredibly compliant, knowing when to joke around and when to take things seriously, which makes her easy to get along with. However, her boundless ambition often outpaces her own paws—literally. Clumsiness is her biggest enemy, and it’s not uncommon to see her tripping over roots or tumbling into a pile of leaves. Despite this, she refuses to slow down, always determined to prove herself no matter how many times she stumbles.

What Dandelionpaw lacks in coordination, she makes up for in speed. She’s surprisingly fast, even outpacing Beechpaw and Shortcakepaw, which makes her a valuable asset when distractions are needed. If a dog or another threat ever comes too close, she’s the first to dart ahead, leading it away with quick paws and sharp turns. Her light build makes her nimble, allowing her to slip through tight spaces that other apprentices wouldn’t even dare to squeeze into. Though she might not have brute strength on her side, she’s learning how to use her agility to her advantage, something that will only get sharper as she grows.

For all her energy, Dandelionpaw has one place where she can truly relax—Prismclan’s pond. Nestled by two thick bushes of firefly petunia, the quiet water is her personal retreat from the chaos of training and clan life. Whenever things feel overwhelming, she slips away to sit by the water’s edge, letting the reflections dance across her fur as she gathers her thoughts. It’s a rare moment of stillness for such an adventurous cat, but one she treasures deeply. No matter how far she runs, how many times she trips, or how ambitious she gets, she always finds her way back to the pond, where everything feels just right.

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Mentor: OSPREYWING

Spoiler: GRANITE | Loner ✓

Name: GRANITE
Role: Loner
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Granite is a dark grey tom-cat with dark amber eyes that are almost red. His body has a secondary color of white, while his dotted markings are just a darker shade of ash. A small diamond shape pierces his forehead, one exactly to the same as his birth mother.

Personality: Granite is a cat defined by his fierce independence and stoic demeanor. Preferring the solitude of the night, he’s most at ease when hunting under the cover of darkness, where he can use his keen senses to navigate and track prey. His preference for nighttime hunting aligns with his loner nature—he feels crowded and out of place when surrounded by too many cats, especially during the day. With a cold exterior, Granite is not one for sharing his thoughts or emotions, often keeping them buried beneath a carefully constructed mask. His ability to stay calm in tense situations and conceal his true feelings makes him difficult to understand and even harder to get close to.

A skilled hunter, Granite is particularly adept at handling predators like foxes and dogs. His quick reflexes and natural agility allow him to make precise, effective jumps that enable him to avoid danger or even confront larger threats when necessary. This skill is enhanced by his sturdy build—heavy mitts that make him a powerful opponent when it comes to both combat and navigating his environment. His family, a line of loners and skilled hunters, instilled in him the importance of using every sense to its fullest, particularly his sharp hearing and heightened sense of smell. It’s these traits that make him a formidable presence in the wild, able to detect even the slightest disturbances in his surroundings.

While Granite is often perceived as cold and distant, there are moments where his more playful side emerges, particularly when interacting with other cats. Though he rarely seeks out companionship, he occasionally finds amusement in toying with others' emotions. His knack for flirting, coupled with his ability to lie convincingly, makes him a master at manipulating situations to his advantage. This behavior is not driven by malice, but rather by a desire for entertainment or perhaps to maintain control in interactions. Despite his occasional flirtations, Granite is clear about one thing: his independence is paramount, and he remains fundamentally untethered by any emotional connection, preferring the quiet and peace of being alone.

Backstory: Granite was originally born into a group of other cats, though he eventually had ran away. He had no information about his mother, and his father was actually the pack leader. In reality, he didn't know who his parents were from the very beginning. When he was born, no one took authority over him, so he had gradually hardened over time and started to not care. However, Granite had overheard the pack leader; Adder, talking to a she-cat at night. At the time, he was only apprentice sized but had a working brain. The She-cat had been talking about him, and something about her last days. Adder shooed her away, and almost instantly the next morning Granite asked about it.

Adder stiffened, hesitant for replies, but answered soon enough. Granite's father was Adder, and the she-cat Adder had been talking to was his mother. That was why Granite had left; it was reasonable enough. All this time he figured his parents did not care enough to live with him, yet he had been living under Adder's orders for a few moons now. When trying to scrabble away, Adder's last words that he heard was Quailsong. It must've been his mother's name, but it was too odd for him to comprehend it at that time. Now a timeskip to present time, Granite had decided to move his home once more. Soon enough, he comes across...

Relationships: (???)

Spoiler: SMOKESTEP | Elder ✓

Name: SMOKESTEP
Role: Elder
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Smokestep had once been a mauve-colored brownish tom, yet now, his pelt has grayened by age. His golden-yellow eyes now dullened into a more rotten color. He had always been a shorthaired cat-but this doesn't help much because Swallowtail most often needs to check on him more during leaf-bare so he doesn't die from the cold.

Personality: Smokestep is the kind of elder who keeps the nursery buzzing with excitement—or terror—depending on the story he’s spinning that day. He has a habit of exaggerating every detail, making his past battles seem larger than life, and describing the eerie sounds of the forest in a way that makes kits huddle closer together. He knows what young ears want to hear, and he has no shame in stretching the truth just to see their eyes widen. Even the apprentices sometimes find themselves lingering near the elder’s den, drawn in by his gravelly voice as he recounts old tales of warriors long gone.

Of course, with age comes its fair share of complaints, and Smokestep has plenty. His joints ache, his fur never sits right, and he swears the nests in the elders' den get worse every moon. Swallowtail has heard just about every one of his gripes, much to her dismay. The medicine cat is constantly dealing with his stubbornness, whether it’s getting him to take herbs or scolding him for overexerting himself. Though he’s grateful for the care, he won’t ever admit it outright—he’d rather grumble under his breath and pretend he doesn’t need any help at all.

Despite his cranky nature, there are a few cats Smokestep enjoys having around, and Shortcakepaw is one of them. The young apprentice reminds him of himself when he was younger—hot-tempered and easily irritated. He gets a good laugh whenever Shortcakepaw snaps at some unsuspecting warrior, watching with amusement as they stomp off in frustration. The apprentice also takes the time to help him out, removing his fleas and making sure his bedding is fresh. Smokestep may be rough around the edges, but at the end of the day, he’s still just an old cat who enjoys a good story and a little company.

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Spoiler: CYPRESSNOSE | Extra & Later ✓

Name: Cypressnose
Role: An Important Character
Gender: Cis-Male

Appearance: Cypressnose has a grey pelt that fades into tan, with paws colored black. His overall scheme is like a dull mauve, and his eyes are grey like cinder. He is tall and slim with blackened whiskers.

Personality:
Background:
Relationships: Adderclan

 

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FOGCLAN ALLEGIANCES:

FOGCLAN - Known for it's marshy grounds and tons of rivers, but most importantly for it's mist. Fogclanners know how to use the fog in their territory to throw off any enemies crossing over. Meows easily echo around here, so noises are disoriented. Cats born on these grounds don't have trouble hunting though, as they have learned tactics to adapt.

Key Characters

☆ Leader: Minnowstar
☆ Deputy: Orangewhisker
☆ Medicine Cat: Lionweb
☆ Medicine Cat Apprentice: Gorsepaw

⌑ Warriors: Spidereyes, Grayleopard, Marbledice, Redwater, Pineleap, Deserttuft, Tangerinesprawl, Bearclimb, & Brackenleaf
⌑ Apprentices: Asphaltpaw & Blackpaw

Mentors: [Grayleopard & Asphaltpaw], [Spidereyes & Blackpaw]

Spoiler: MINNOWSTAR | Leader | Female

Spoiler: ORANGEWHISKER | Deputy | Male

Spoiler: LIONWEB | Medicine Cat | Female

Spoiler: SPIDEREYES | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: GRAYLEOPARD | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: MARBLEDICE | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: REDWATER | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: PINELEAP | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: TANGERINESPRAWL | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: BEARCLIMB | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: DESERTTUFT | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: BRACKENLEAF | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: BLACKPAW | Apprentice | Female

Spoiler: ASPHALTPAW | Apprentice | Male

Spoiler: GORSEPAW | Medicine Cat Apprentice | Male

 

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ADDERCLAN - Known for living in a realm circled by snakes, these clan cats do not fear such venomous creatures. Adderclanners tend to use other enemy warrior's fears against them, making Adderclan one of the most protective. They live the closest to the Moonmirrow, their territory more rocky yet also enough with some greenery lying around.

☆ Leader: Oakstar
☆ Deputy: Canarysong
☆ Medicine Cat: Ivydawn
☆ Medicine Cat Apprentice: None

⌑ Warriors: Bramblefrost, Sheepcloud, Pebbleear, Onyxwhisper, Saffronstrike, Sagefeather, Fizzledfoot, Mulberryheart, Articspring, Peppershine, Koalastorm
⌑ Apprentices: Rustpaw & Daffodilpaw

Mentors: [Bramblefrost & Rustpaw], [Canarysong & Daffodilpaw]

Spoiler: OAKSTAR | Leader | Male

Spoiler: CANARYSONG | Deputy | Female

Spoiler: IVYDAWN | Medicine Cat | Male

Spoiler: SHEEPCLOUD | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: BRAMBLEFROST | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: PEBBLEEAR | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: ONYXWHISPER | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: SAFFRONSTRIKE | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: SAGEFEATHER | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: FIZZLEDFOOT | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: MULBERRYHEART | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: ARTICSPRING | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: PEPPERSHINE | Warrior | Male

Spoiler: KOALASTORM | Warrior | Female

Spoiler: RUSTPAW | Apprentice | Female

Spoiler: DAFFODILPAW | Apprentice | Male

 

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Warning: Cats fighting, Death​

A cold chill was set around the mossy grounds, enough to make the warrior's spines tingle with anticipation. Everyone was hiding-everyone was waiting. The meres of scuffling couldn't even be heard, because all were quiet amidst the damp undergrowth. His own claws had started to slide out when the soft voices of other cats that were not apart of Adderclan began to stir up the silence. Fogclan's border patrol was expected to come around at this time, and currently it looked like it consisted of only a few. A possible smaller, and younger one flanked by the group's side; an apprentice. Easy win.

Why was his clan doing this to Fogclan? Eversince the last gathering of the three clans that settled close the Moonmirror, Adderclan had eventually felt threatened and wanted to plan an attack against the other clan in hope that they wouldn't be too late. So long they scored a mark Fogclan would remember for moons, Adderclan won't be so harsh the next few times to come.

Coyotefang, the current Fogclan deputy, was leading the patrol and was scolding Lapwingpaw from what it looked like. A few wet splashes went by, soaking into their paws as they pounded by. Suddenly a loud caterwaul rang out, voiced by one of his clanmates; Jackalshide, who had soon enough leaped out and landed on top of Coyotefang with claws digging into the cat's shoulders. More cats from his clan appeared, including him too, sliding out from the mist that Fogclan had been known to use to their advantage.

He launched out, through the now crowded space that was filled with all kinds of warriors shredding each other. A tortoise-shell she-cat had been frozen in place, stunned by the surprise attack. A sly grin was forming on his lips as he bowled her over, placing his paws in a way so that she was trapped underneath him. She screeched, fumbling in her actions, but lifted her hind legs in an attempt to scratch his belly. Fogclan was outnumbered, Adderclan had made sure of this. Blood was in need of being spilled tonight, enough to give a great victory once his clan returned back to camp.

He dipped his head down, snarling, and sunk his fangs into her swath of fur. Unfortunately he had only managed to bite at her pelt, instead of her neck, and she had finally pushed him off with a heave. She was clearly bristling, ears flattened with fury.

"What has gotten into Adderclan? Why are you attacking us?" He lashed his tail out, taking a step closer. She took a step back.

"We are just proving that Adderclan will always be stronger than you. This land only lets those who can claw them up to victory to live here, so Fogclan needs to learn their place here!" The she-cat growled once more, standing up on only two paws while now swinging at him with sharp nails. "That's more like it, Peonyfall. A battle is supposed to be done like this," He too copied her tactics, and soon they were batting at each other with their fore-paws. Except, she was slowly being cornered against a pit that was full of mud. If he got her any further, she would be drowning in the dirt.

Peonyfall was very aware of it, and was starting to get frantic. Because she wasn't so sure of her actions, he was able to land several blows to her muzzle-catching her off guard. Her whiskers were slowly torn off on the left side, and Peonyfall's forehead drizzled scarlet into her eyes. With one last hit, he forced her body to the ground, and her head thumped against a nearby rock. There were no signs of her getting back up, and he turned around with triumph.

Killing isn't part of the warrior code.

Sharp cries of defeat were followed-Peonyfall's clanmates had despairingly watched her die, and most of their members were severely wounded. Timberfur was laying down with a whole mane soaked in blood, Snowshine had turned anything but white, and Bugpaw was being tossed around by his clanmates. All was left was Jackalshide and Coyotefang on par together-circling around like the battle wasn't already determined. Fogclan was most definitely done for-at least, for this patrol.

At least, that is what he expected.

Another tormenting yowl caused Adderclan to freeze in their tracks, the scent of...Prismclan now strong. He whipped around, spotting a fresh new wave of cats coming to Fogclan's rescue. A small, scruffy brown apprentice was taking the lead; Magpiepaw if he recalled correctly. How or why could not be answered right now, all that Adderclan had registered was that reinforcements had come. He was still up for another battle, so he charged in. However, he didn't get very far, because the same white blur of white shot forward and swiped a limb underneath him so that he fell down. Magpiepaw was clearly an apprentice that didn't miss out on training lessons.

As he tumbled to the floor, Magpiepaw didn't wait for him to recoil. His ear was torn, split in half like sharing fresh-kill. He winced in pain, and got back onto all fours as soon as he could. His own skin was practically rippling off his form, the blood just underneath boiling. Prismclan scum! I will defeat you, just you wait. With one fatal swipe, he slashed up-hoping to claw the throat of Magpiepaw's. Violence had never gone this far, as Starclan would never accept such evil strokes, however those thoughts were easily carried away. Winning was the only option, and he couldn't just lose against an apprentice.

Magpiepaw had avoided his attack by the slightest of shifting through their jump, and instead maneuvered down and slid underneath him. He was shocked, and too late to retaliate, and soon the burning feeling of his stomach being severed by claws shivered through his whole body. Magpiepaw ended their turn with a hungry bite on his tail, and he collapsed. The young cat slashed one last time at his torso, before padding away-leaving him there to cope with the pain. His jaw was stone-not moving, but his eyes were open and his ears were pricked. Not a single twitch flitted through his muscles.

Jackalshide had turned, staring wide eyed at his limp body. Shattered screams were forced out, but all he could muster was a small croak. The noises faded, and all went black. He could see no more through his pupils, and now he felt severely scared. Never in his whole life had he felt this type of anxiety. He was a tough cat (he figured), with a tough mind, and he had been thrown away like crowfood as soon as Magpiepaw had been determined to save Fogclan. He was weak, and because of that, he lost. Starclan wouldn't accept him too, especially not after what he did.

"No! Not him, not ____'____!" Had been all he heard before his exhaustion caught up to him. Was it exhaustion? He didn't know.


CONCLUSION OF THIS EPISODE: The Prismclan Medicine Cat and Magpiepaw had decided to take a small trip over to Fogclan, in hopes for some tips from Fogclan's medicine cat. But while walking, they met up with Adderclan's invasion. Magpiepaw raced back to camp, and Prismclan's medicine cat hid-waiting to heal the injured after all had ended. Eventually, Magpiepaw returned with Prismclan warriors. Magpiepaw hadn't meant to kill him, but had done so and left within reason. The time period was set way back, several moons previous than present. The cat he killed was Peonyfall, to cure any confusion. The main character's view here will be kept hidden, until further notice.

 

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Warning: Warrior Cats Slang/Cursing​

Splintering branches grew over Whitecrow's head, shaking from the weight of another fellow clanmate who was trying to weave the sticks in. She ducked from the inside of the elder's den, a bit tense from the idea of the whole base falling on top of her. Some warriors were put into enhancement duty, told that Smokestep was having trouble sleeping due to certain prickly edges. Swallowtail was the one who ended up making the order, and Whitecrow was suddenly swirled into the mess. She had been paired up with Rabbitpaws-partly because he was probably one of the tallest felines around.

"Can you at least watch it, mousebrain? I already told you I should've been the one rearranging things from there," She hissed to the grey cat who was casually dangling on the 'walls'. Rabbitpaws had audibly let out a sigh, casting her a side long glance through the holes that had yet to be covered with fresher moss.

"If you were the one doing this, you wouldn't be able to reach the top of the den. But anyways, I think I've patched up all the other spots. The apprentices have already went off to drag in some bushes. Are there any loose twigs on your end?" Another rattle shook the exterior of the den, but this time Whitecrow didn't flinch. Eventually the tom-cat slid inside, standing besides her.

"Nope, I tucked everything in as well. You can go coax Smokestep to come in here again-if it's even possible. He'll be cranky about the fact he had to move. Hopefully I don't have to come back here again in case we made a mistake of some sort." She ran a paw over the intertwined roots in question before giving him a look. Rabbitpaws nodded, first waiting for her to leave before doing the same afterwards. Outside in the clearing several other cats were laying around and basking in the sunlight. Currently, it was new-leaf, so the fresher weather was more pleasant than the previous snows. Whitecrow was itching to lay down in the warmth too, but a few rustling noises from the entrance tunnel caught her attention.

Shortcakepaw and Dandelionpaw, as expected, were trying to shove a moonflower bush into the camp. However, Beechpaw was not with the two younger ones. Recently, Beechpaw had lost her mentor; Pikesong, and Magpiestar was still coming up with a better warrior to take up the now open role. Because of that, the cream-colored she-cat had decided to neglect normal duties. The other warriors have decided that giving her a break would be for the best.

"Morning...Whitecrow," Dandelionpaw huffed out, finally heaving the big shrubbery out from the tight-spaced tunnel. Shortcakepaw rolled over in surprise from the impact. Whitecrow curled her tail, not that amused by seeing the two apprentices' act.

"That's for the elders' den, right? Me and Rabbitpaws have already finished with the rebuilding, so you can just settle that in the corner. Don't let it crowd the exit though, Smokestep will have loads of complaints, so long he has something to complain about." Dandelionpaw seemed to be okay from Whitecrow's warnings, but Shortcakepaw wasn't even close to being done.

"Was there really any point in doing this? If Smokestep had the edges of the den poking him, he shouldn't be sleeping in the very corner! He's the only old cat in Prismclan, so what does he get to throw a tantrum over when he's got a whole den to himself?" He groaned out. Whitecrow rolled her eyes at Shortcakepaw.

"When you're an elder, you'll find out. But now's not the time to be whining about this either. Go on and take that bush into the den," She gestured to the way she came from, and soon the two apprentices were trudging away. The last sights of the moonflower bush was gone, and only then did Whitecrow pad away. A light brush on her shoulder made her jump a bit, and she looked to her right to see Ravendunes coming forth. He had a teasing look on his face, and the white she-cat drew her gaze away.

"I can't even count the amount of times I catch you scolding the young ones in camp. You should really cut them some slack, or else they'll grow to be as hard as you. Shortcakepaw is actually learning from your actions already," He twitched his ears back to where the apprentices had went off to. Whitecrow shuffled her paws together before sitting down.

"If their mentors don't teach them anything, then I will do it for them. Where did you even come from? I heard Royalmonarch sent you to lead the dawn patrol. Is anything up? I have a feeling Adderclan will try to invade this moon." Ravendunes chuckled, a bit of a soothing noise that relaxed her rigid form.

"Stale scents of a fox lingering around, but it seems to be the same one we chased off just a few sunrises ago. Cowdust got a real scare from this one though; she was just having a simple conversation with me and Fennecfrost when a squirrel ran into her paws. Little did we know, it was from Canyonrose's failed attempt at hunting. Though, Cowdust ended up losing it. Hopefully whatever the hunting patrol got ended up covering for Canyonrose's loss."

"Fresh-kill pile has been stocking up pretty fast. It was disappointing that I had to sit out from the early patrols. I might go out and get some fresh air later on, would you bother to accompany me on my walk?" Ravendunes quieted, and she didn't even realize he was examining her face.

"I've been noticing you've been looking more tired. Are you sure you want to be in the forest, when you should be resting more? Swallowtail might as well check up on you. Sometimes I find your nest being cold too." Whitecrow lowered her head, eyes drifting to the ground beneath her. She absolutely hated when another cat mentioned this right to her. It was annoying, especially after all the times she told them to stop. The pitiful glances never ended. She wasn't weak, she could take care of herself.

"I'm quite alright, there's no need to bring my sister into this. She won't want me in her den anyway. She bites all warriors' ears off when she sees them just put a single paw in her own personal 'territory'. Besides, if I can't sleep in the middle of the night, then there is no herb to help with it. So will you come with me or not?" Whitecrow narrowed her eyes at Ravendunes, as if interrogating him like he was some sort of enemy.

"It will depend," His gaze flickered upwards, and a glint of apprehension washed over his amber pupils. Whitecrow followed where he was looking, and spotted Magpiestar leap onto the Lightrock. Something had come up, and she figured it was probably just Beechpaw's mentor renaming ceremony.

"Let all cats old enough to spot the glows in our forests gather here beneath the Lightrock for a clan meeting!" The leader neatly tucked his hindquarters in a way so that his tall stature was basically towering over the cats that began to get up and sit closer. Whitecrow could see Marigoldspark and Cloverskies returning from where they sat in the edge of the clearing, and if she was right, Beechpaw dragging herself out of the apprentice's den. Pikesong wasn't much of a bad warrior, so Whitecrow did hold a bit of respect for him, but sometimes she remembered how he often got on her nerves. He was still noble, and one of the best hunters in Prismclan, so she would miss him. Above, Magpiestar seemed to be getting ready to speak again. The deputy, Royalmonarch, sat close to the Lightrock.

"Unfortunately, I stand upon this rock and ask for all my warriors to come and listen due to one of the passing of a cat. Pikesong's death will be remembered, however we have already took our time to bury him and sit vigil. We still have a ceremony to make, so hopefully Beechpaw will step forth," Magpiestar flicked his tail, watching Beechpaw hesitantly stumble to the front. Whitecrow could tell that Beechpaw was still in distress, not believing her former mentor was gone. But once a cat died, there was no coming back.

"Beechpaw, your mentor, Pikesong, is no longer able to train you. But, you must still become a warrior. From this moment on," Whitecrow felt the leader's stare pause on her for a moment, and her heart nearly lurched. "Whitecrow will be your mentor. I trust Whitecrow will pass down all she knows to you." Her watching clanmates were a bit quiet, yet the silence broke when a few others began to chant Beechpaw's name as if the cat just got apprenticed. Ravendunes gave her a nudge, as if congratulating Whitecrow for her apprentice.

Whitecrow, however, was still in a daze. She watched Beechpaw only take a few paw steps to her. Of course, be scared of me. Whitecrow forced herself to move forward, and when she leaned down to touch noses with Beechpaw, the feline flinched for a second. But, in time, did they finally seal their fate together. The cheering died down, and soon the warriors dispersed. Ravendunes returned by her side.

"I suppose our walk is canceled then. I'm pretty sure you're expected to train Beechpaw soon, unless she still needs to have some time to cooperate with grief, other than that; I can already think of how great you'll be as a mentor." Whitecrow merely frowned. She had never taken up an apprentice, and now his was totally new. Beechpaw was still quiet, eyeing her with a look of suspicion. From behind Ravendunes came the youthful meow of Lotuscrown.

"Oh thank starclan, I was wondering when you'd get an apprentice. Whitecrow must be blessed today-if you were on patrol you might've just missed the opportunity Magpiestar gave you," the pinkish she-cat looked at Beechpaw. "You must still be waiting to stretch your legs, right? I heard Ospreywing is taking Dandelionpaw out for some training too, so maybe Whitecrow can go ask him to hang out before the sky darkens." Ravendunes eyes brightened, and soon he left with Lotuscrown. Whitecrow sighed, finally left alone with her apprentice.

"I suppose Lotuscrown might as well have brought up a great plan. Sundown doesn't come until a little later. I can assume Pikesong left you off at the basics of hunting, fighting, and scraping moss. Let's get going, Ospreywing isn't always in the mood for waiting."

Beechpaw watched Whitecrow take off, before shaking her own head and following after her mentor.

 

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Warning: Blood Mention, Wounds​

Whitecrow lifted her nose in the air as she padded alongside the few other cats, in a way to taste the air. Ospreywing hadn't hesitated in saying yes to her when she asked to have some training sessions together so now they all were on their merry way. Beechpaw and Dandelionpaw were close, with fur brushing against one another, as they talked. The white and grey she-cat could tell Dandelionpaw planned in still trying to cheer Beechpaw up. It looked to be a bit comforting, but not enough, because from time to time, Beechpaw would nudge Dandelionpaw away.

"So," The cat in the lead, Ospreywing, murmured. "I've already decided that today I'd be doing battle training for Dandelionpaw, and I don't assume Beechpaw bothers starting with it either. Pikesong was already expected to be on the same page as me and Silverdove, since these three apprentices grew up alongside each other." Whitecrow nodded, glad to hear that her first day of mentoring would take place in a field she was best at. Beechpaw on the other hand continued to drag her tail on the forest floor.

Eventually, the small patrol halted when they approached a familiar area. The Training Glade. A landform marked by flowers in fields that only bloom at night. The trees around were a big thicker too, and moss was soft but not wet. Rocks performed a barrier of how far the glade went, and the tree tops cleared enough room for a big patch of sunlight (or moonlight when during night time) to peek through. The ground dipped only slightly, yet every Prismclan warrior practically understood that this place was special. Dandelionpaw's patience clearly was wearing thin, because the young one was eagerly questioning her mentor.

"Really? Then what moves are we learning today?" Whitecrow watched as the ginger-cream she-cat pranced around the open space, yet still managed to carefully move around the plants that were nestled low. Ospreywing sighed, but did wait until Whitecrow motioned for Beechpaw to stand besides the other apprentice to speak.

"The basics of slashing and paw swipes have already been disoriented, but now I think it's time we push a bit forward. Tricking the enemy. When we launch at other cats, most of the time in the heat of a battle, we might just end up doing mouse-brained things. But we honestly need to think more on how we move, and how we are to deceive the attacker. All that there is to do is planning out things. Eye movement, body and muscle twitches, as well as tail swishes can indicate what we want when we jump another. So without using any of those, are we able to spring out and tear someone's fur out?" Ospreywing was slowly padding around the two apprentices, giving a slightly intimidating look. Whitecrow silently watched, but did stand at the ready when the tom-cat gave her a look.

"I'll give a demonstration with Whitecrow here. She will launch at me, and try to trick me with the way she uses her movements. My goal, the receiver, has to figure out what exactly is she trying to do without falling into her tricky paws." Beechpaw and Dandelionpaw's eyes were fixated on her too now, visibly intent on also seeking what her plan is. Whitecrow fluffed out her pelt, which Ospreywing did in turn, and soon her breathing was much quitter than a rat scuttling through leaves. From her view, she could see Ospreywing was slowly making sure he wasn't too tense. Being anxious made a cat less worthy in battle, because it played with the mind.

Her eyes shifted to Ospreywing's left shoulder, than his left, and ever so quickly did she dare give a glance to his belly section. Bingo. Ospreywing looked like he was already getting her plan, but she could almost taste his uncertainty. Whitecrow gave a few steps forward, before bursting into a run. Gaining speed, and also shifting from side to side, would come to confuse her opponent. Ospreywing readied himself, and soon, Whitecrow leaped. Her first jump was made to act like she'd fall short, a bit skidding. This caused Ospreywing to focus more on protecting his paw areas. However, now that she got him thinking like that, she bounced right back up again and did a twirl in the air.

With body shifting quickly, her limbs twisted and she was facing the same way Ospreywing was. He was too late to react, and Whitecrow landed easily on his back. Usually she'd sink her claws in a cat's fur, but this was just training so she slid right off of the other. Ospreywing shook his pelt, was holding a light smile. "Now that's how you do it. Except, I didn't do so well on my part. But practice means perfect." Whitecrow gave a lick to her shoulder.

"Maybe Beechpaw should try leaping at Dandelionpaw this time. Does that seem about fair?" Ospreywing didn't protest against Whitecrow's statement, and Dandelionpaw bounded over the the edge of the Training Glade. Beechpaw looked around nervously, before taking a position. The two mentors stood at attention, knowing if they had to come in and end something, they'd be close enough for it. Dandelionpaw let out a call that she was okay with everything starting.

"Bring it on, Beechpaw!" Beechpaw lashed her tail, which Whitecrow tilted her head because of. A swish to the left. Dandelionpaw's eyes certainly reached it, but didn't bother to follow it for very long. Beechpaw was honestly just looking everywhere-and after a few seconds, she bolted. Dandelionpaw flinched, but let out a hiss. Beechpaw had thrown herself unguarded, but after smoothly side stepping to the right on her dashes, Dandelionpaw had enough evidence to think Beechpaw would attack from the left last second. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. Beechpaw kept going right, and soon was able to drag an empty-clawed paw against the side of Dandelionpaw's pelt, as the poor ginger-cream cat foolishly leapt out for her other side.

"Brilliant!" Ospreywing called out, and Whitecrow followed suit.

"That was nicely done. You trusted your gut that Dandelionpaw would just fall for the trick, and stayed on the same track from the beginning."

Dandelionpaw drooped her ears, but did congratulate Beechpaw on her victory. Beechpaw was bashful.

"Oh come on, I can bet Dandelionpaw would be able to do it too...so it's not all that, really." Dandelionpaw nearly scowled, and shoved her friend playfully.

"Of course I would! But that's not what Ospreywing and Whitecrow mean! You did it, accomplished something, and they want to award you with praise and acknowledgment. Don't try to deny something you deserve. Now let me do the leaping, my muscles need some stretching."

Whitecrow's eyes went back and forth between the two as the apprentices got into another position. Though, before anything continued, she heard Ospreywing's purr. He was clearly amused by the dynamic their mentees had, and to be fair, she was too. Shortcakepaw had done his job as a brother, but Dandelionpaw had been the one to let the ice around Beechpaw melt ever since her old mentor's death.

"I can already see how well they will work together. Maybe we should do our training sessions more often, after all, Beechpaw is your first apprentice. I'm not sure if it'll count as a full apprenticeship though, since Pikesong had taken on Beechpaw for so many moons already. I'm curious to why Magpiestar gave you such a kitty though." Whitecrow shrugged.

"I'm not that good with the younger ones. I'm also a bit hesitant to accepting this...I'm not sure if Beechpaw will get what she needs from me." Ospreywing let his tail rest on her shoulder lightly-just for a moment-as if to give reassurance. The brown and white tom looked like he wanted to say something, but a howl from just nearby caught both cats' awareness. Whitecrow went back to seeing Beechpaw and Dandelionpaw, to see if they were okay, yet something was clearly wrong. Ospreywing was the first to notice blood. Dandelionpaw was laid on the ground, breathing still, but with a claw mark on her torso.

Beechpaw was backing away, having a guilty face splayed across her muzzle. Whitecrow and Ospreywing hurriedly went to check up on the cat that was in pain. Dandelionpaw wasn't in so much of a bad condition, but getting such a scratch had it obvious Beechpaw had done it to her. Ospreywing nudged his apprentice up, as if trying to make efforts to have the both of them in Swallowtail's den more possible than it really seems. Whitecrow didn't need to help those two, as her mind was more focused on Beechpaw.

"What were you thinking?! All training occurs with claws sheathed. How did you manage to hurt Dandelionpaw if that was the condition of your claws? Was this done on purpose or something?" Whitecrow seemed to have given quite a growl to Beechpaw, because the apprentice had shrunk even more.

"It was all an accident-I swear! Starclan must believe me. I was only having Dandelionpaw leap at me when suddenly my claws got out when I was trying to block her. It wasn't with any bad intentions, I must've let it slip because I wasn't thinking really much of it at the time!"

"Whatever the cause was, you still ended up hurting Dandelionpaw. This has only been a day with me as your new mentor, and you've messed up. Pikesong is gone, if this is why you're sulking. Let him go, he's resting in peace. Cats who cling to the dead forces those souls to never be without problems. Apologize to your den mate when she is out of Swallowtail's den. But for now, you can go fetch some moss to replace Dandelionpaw's bedding." With that, Whitecrow turned around and stalked off. Beechpaw hadn't moved even an inch; frozen in place.