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Fandom Warriors: Whitefall (Peanut and Ambra)

In the Valley, there are three Clans: BreezeClan, ReedClan, and DuskClan. All of them have lived in an era of relative peace. Till now.

CATS OF THE CLANS

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BREEZECLAN
Leader: Leafstar - A pale ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes. She is slender and agile.
Deputy: Beetlenose - A black tomcat with a patch of white across his nose. He's medium in stature with strong shoulders, short fur, and dark green eyes.
Medicine Cat: Hawkmask - A long-furred, cream-colored tom with a light brown face and tail. He has light green, inquisitive eyes.
(Apprentice: Antpaw)

Warriors:
Swallowtail - A cream colored spotted tabby with short fur, green eyes, and a small frame.
Waspfoot - A red coated tabby with blue eyes.
(Apprentice: Whitepaw)
Mousepool - A brown tabby with amber eyes.
(Apprentice: Emberpaw)
Bluewhisker - A short-haired gray tom with a white tail tip and amber eyes.
Bramblefang - A dark tabby tom cat with blue eyes. He's a little bit stockier than most toms, but still somewhat thin.
Addershine - A dark ginger tabby she cat with yellow eyes. Her tail is fluffy and long.
Shadepath - A broad-shouldered, gray tabby tom with amber eyes. His front paw is white and a long scar runs along his flank.
(Apprentice: Ebonypaw)
Dawnlight - Sandy-colored she cat with green eyes. Her chest and underbelly are white.

Queens:
Mothstep - A silver-grey she-cat with long fur and amber eyes.

Apprentices:
Antpaw - A tortoiseshell tom-cat with a long tail, small ears, and short fur. His eyes are a deep amber.
Ebonypaw - A long haired, black she-cat with amber eyes and long legs.
Whitepaw - A black and white tuxedo cat with blue eyes. A white mark runs up his nose, but stops short of his forehead.
Emberpaw - Pale ginger she-cat with green eyes.

Elders:
Redscar - A red coated tabby with a scar across his muzzle and green eyes.

Kits:
Nettlekit - A brown tabby with a white tipped ear and blue eyes.
Vinekit - A grey and white speckled she-cat with green eyes.
Cedarkit - A red and white bi-colored cat with amber eyes. His front-most paws, underbelly, and nose are white.
Darkkit - A grayish colored she-cat with a black tail and yellow eyes. Her fur is long and wisp like


REEDCLAN


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Leader: Fogstar - A broad-shouldered tom with dark blue eyes and a long, grey pelt.
Deputy: Flamestorm - Pale ginger and white tabby tom with amber eyes and long whiskers.
(Apprentice: Slatepaw)
Medicine Cat: Quickleap - A lithe brown tabby with yellow eyes. Her front left paw is tipped in white.

Warriors:
Willowbelly - A grey she-cat with a white underbelly and green eyes.
(Apprentice: Duckpaw)
Jaystem - A silver-furred tom with amber eyes.
Yewfur - Black tom with yellow eyes.
(Apprentice: Ashpaw)
Palecloud - Long-haired white tom with amber eyes.
(Apprentice: Brightpaw)

Queens:
Minnowstream - Silver-furred she-cat with blue eyes.
Meadowfur - A tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes.
Mossheart - Black she-cat with bright green eyes.

Apprentices:
Ashpaw - A light-grey tom with a white underbelly and blue eyes.
Duckpaw - A black she-cat with a long tail and yellow eyes.
Slatepaw - Gray tabby tom with green eyes.
Brightpaw - Dark gray she-cat with bright yellow eyes.

Elders:
Dovestep - A white she-cat with long fur and blue eyes.
Fishtail - Dappled and white she-cat with green eyes and a broken tail.

Kits:
Applekit - A cream colored she-cat with amber eyes.
Frogkit - A dark brown tabby with green eyes.
Mistkit - Pale silver tabby tom.
Drizzlekit - Dappled long-furred gray she-cat with green eyes.


DUSKCLAN

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Leader: Wrenstar - Lithe, pale brown and speckled tom. His neck, chest, paws, and tail top are white. His eyes are a golden yellow.
Deputy: Russettail - A muscular red coated tom with dark blue eyes.
Medicine Cat: Iceheart - Long-furred, pale gray tom with amber eyes.
(Apprentice: Shrewpaw)

Warriors:
Rainpool - Silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes.
(Apprentice: Sparrowpaw)
Thistleleap - Slender gray tom with a white belly.
(Apprentice: Olivepaw)
Nightfall - Black she-cat with white paws and amber eyes.
Larkpelt - A brown tabby with white feet and amber eyes.
(Apprentice: Stoatpaw)
Littlespeck - A small sand colored she-cat with blue eyes.
Bumblestorm - A long haired grey tabby with green eyes.
(Apprentice: Softpaw)
Honeynose - A light brown tabby with a white nose and amber eyes.

Queens:
Thrushwillow - Sandy-colored she-cat with blue eyes.
Mallowthroat - A dark grey she-cat with yellow eyes and a white throat.

Apprentices:
Stoatpaw - Dark brown and white tom with green eyes.
Sparrowpaw - Tabby brown she-cat with amber eyes.
Olivepaw - Brown she-cat with green eyes.
Softpaw - A light brown tabby with green eyes and a bushy tail.
Shrewpaw - A brown tom with amber eyes.

Elders:
Ratjaw - A black tom with a long tail and blue eyes.
Dappleshade - A calico she-cat with green eyes.

Kits:
Lightningkit - Ginger tabby tom with yellow eyes.
Spiderkit - A black tom with a white chest and yellow eyes.
Snailkit - A grey and white dappled she-cat with green eyes.
 
The sun was out.

After what seemed like an eternity of rain, the dark clouds opened up and the sun was actually filtering through the branches of the trees. The rain had been cold and not welcomed by the BreezeClan cats. Leaf-fall storms were always disliked, due to the coldness of the water that fell from the sky. Addershine made sure to stay well away from the falling water, and when it stopped, she was the first one to offer herself up for a border patrol. Leafstar decided that it was best that Beetlenose, Shadepath, and Ebonypaw go with her. "I'm so glad that the rain's stopped. I thought the whole forest was going to get flooded!" the ginger she-cat took the lead as they traveled deeper into their territory, her tail waving slightly as she stalked through some bushes. Seeing as it rained an incredible amount, she would be surprised if prey was out and about.

Bluewhisker, on the other hand, was on a hunting patrol. Honestly, he wasn't sure why exactly hunting was a good idea at the moment, but his limbs were stiff from sitting around in a den all day. He wasn't about to complain to Leafstar. The gray tom stretched his haunches as he waited for the rest of the patrol outside of the camp. Soon enough, Swallowtail, Bramblefang, and Dawnlight joined him, and he allowed Bramblefang to take the lead. The patrol made their way through the forest, albeit quietly at first, stepping carefully through the undergrowth. His ears remained perked, trying to catch any sign of prey moving in the ferns and bushes.
 
The scent of loam was heavy on the air, clinging to the forest like a newborn kit to its mother. For Beetlenose, who enjoyed the woods in all its facets, the familiar smell was a comforting one. The tom took a moment to knead his paws into the damp soil, ears pricked and eyes alert as the rest of his patrol moved around him. With the remnants of rain still fresh on the breeze, it was doubtful BreezeClan's scent markers were as strong as they needed to be. Thus, there was no choice: they'd have to refresh them, and fast, lest DuskClan or ReedClan set foot where they didn't belong. Tail twitching, the deputy strode forward.

Addershine was a flash of ginger among the foliage, weaving in an out of branches and stems with a dexterity only practice allowed. Her earlier comment had forced him to swallow a snort - flood the forest indeed - and he couldn't help the glint of amusement that shone in his eyes. Nevertheless - "We need to strengthen our markers," he said, lifting his head. "The rain's likely to have washed most away and I'd rather not deal with ReedClan or DuskClan today." His ears flicked, and Shadepath offered a hum of ascent.


Swallowtail lifted her gaze to the sky, ears twitching upon her head. A layer of fog coated the forest floor, seeping from the dampened earth in the rising heat of the day. The temperature was still cool, for Leaf-fall harbored none of the warmth of Newleaf or Greenleaf; yet, there existed within it a sort of beauty all the same. Prey was more scarce in this season, but it was also slower. Leaf-bare was hard on all animals, and those that did not forage through the snows required fat on their bones to last them its duration. As a result, Leaf-fall became a time of feeding. The squirrels devoured their nuts; the birds their insects. All creatures prepared, but the cats knew the secret: too much food only hindered - and those hindered became easy prey.

Unfortunately, the rain had sent most of the smaller animals into their burrows. Swallowtail, who had been looking forward to the patrol, felt annoyance creep into her blood at the observation. The clan needed food, and no amount of rain would prevent her from catching some. She lowered back into her crouch, mouth parting to taste the air. Somewhere, anywhere, there had to be something - there. The sound of rustling leaves, the scent of squirrel. Swallowtail froze. Finally.
 
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The whole forest was theirs for now, indeed. All that reached her ears was pure silence, which made her heart throb wildly in anticipation. It was interesting to see how quiet the woods could get after a downpour. Addershine's whiskers twitched slightly, turning to face Beetlenose as he spoke. For now, she remained still, heeding the deputy's words. What he said was true; the rain must have washed the scent markers away from the earth. Such a fact made her anxious. What would happen if DuskClan or ReedClan placed down the markers first, as well as taking a little bit of their territory with them? Her nose wrinkled, and she padded towards the well-known borders with her tail in the air. "That can easily be fixed!" she told the two toms as she began to mark the border with her own scent. Shadepath soon joined her, and after that, Ebonypaw.

She wondered how it was like, beyond the border. Addershine lifted her head slightly, her amber eyes shining like two orbs in the light. "Do you think the marshes got flooded?" she asked the little gathering. "ReedClan cats must have a hard time dealing with all of the water and mud."

The silence was a little bit too much for him, as well as the rest of the hunting patrol. Bluewhisker knew that most of the cats he was with felt some sort of annoyance at the lack of prey. But such things would come, as with everything... at least, that was what he told himself. He remained close to the ground, making sure that he would not brush against a fern or bush and frighten unwary prey. He watched as Bramblefang's muscles rippled underneath his dark pelt, the tom's eyes remaining focused in front of him. Swallowtail looked as intent as him, and Bluewhisker decided to scent the air. The smell and taste of wet earth hit him first, but he caught scent of bird underneath that. He prowled towards the scent, keeping his belly fur low to the ground, and making sure he did not make a noise.

There was a crow in the clearing, strutting around and searching for bugs and nuts. Bluewhisker kept his eyes on it, motionless, until the creature turned away from him. It was then that he leaped, landing squarely on the crow. It squawked loudly, but he dispatched it with a quick nip to the neck. I wonder if anyone else caught anything, he thought as he buried his catch.
 
"I suppose," Beetlenose said, flicking his tail. "But they asked for it by living in a marsh." There was no sign of the other clans, though a slew of mud and water could attest for ReedClan's absence. Rain itself was enough to slow most cats down, but mud - and the sort they had? The tom doubted even the most light-footed cat could traverse the water-logged dirt with ease. StarClan knew he was loath enough to do it. The stuff stuck to his fur and caked his paws, turning the black of his coat into a faded brown. It was an annoyance, and it itched. Needless to say, his gratefulness for being born in BreezeClan was all the more assured for it.

A sudden though had him narrowing his eyes. "A heavy rain this late in the season could disrupt their hunting grounds. Dry land is important for prey, and if their's isn't hospitable enough... we'll need to keep our senses peeled. This wouldn't be the first time ReedClan encroached on our territory this late in the season." The unspoken 'I won't stand for it' was clear. Their guard was needed.


The rush of blood and thrumming of a pulse under her paws was a brief thing, for Swallowtail's teeth sunk into her prey's neck with deadly efficiency before it could so much as squeak. There was no struggle, no fight - only the assurance of a kill and a life well-ended. Paw brushing aside some of the leaf litter coating the forest floor, the she-cat set to work hiding her prey. She was almost done, the last of the debris shifting to cover the squirrel's fur, when the breeze shifted. It was a simple act, a nuance of nature played time and time again, but with it came a scent that hadn't been there before. Blood and rot, the smell of a kill masked by the cloying perfume of death - it was carrion, and a somewhat fresh batch at that. Curious, Swallowtail left her kill and crept forward, ears erect and whiskers twitching. Her breath was shallow, both to diminish the stench invading her nostrils and to keep the sound of her breathing slight. There was no sign of another predator in the area; yet, the crow-food told a story all its own. Something had been hunting here and, whatever it was, it had seen fit to leave the evidence behind. The she-cat flexed her paws. What nerve.

The rest of the hunting patrol was, thankfully, nearby, and Swallowtail motioned with her tail in indication of her find. It was a bird, gut slashed open and meat left to rot, prostrate on the ground. The breath left her mouth in a hiss. "StarClan-cursed."
 
What Beetlenose said was true. The way he spoke made Addershine's pelt prickle slightly, and the she-cat couldn't help but feel worry work its way into her chest. ReedClan wasn't about to let their own cats go onto their territory, were they? Then again, when times were desperate, Clans would do anything. She remembered the stories of Thornstar, the cat that was leader before Leafstar. He was a brutal and cold leader, but he did such cruel things in order to bolster his Clan. The she-cat thought of this as she finished marking the borders, padding back up to Beetlenose when she was done. Her eyes glinted with curiosity. "The previous ReedClan deputy died recently from yellowcough, right? I wonder how the new one's like. We'll get to see them at the Gathering, though."

"Of course," said Shadepath as he approached them. His ear swiveled to the side as he watched Addershine. "It'd be disgraceful if ReedClan's deputy didn't show up at the Gathering."

From what it seemed, the hunting patrol seemed to be going rather well. Bluewhisker had dug up his catch, the crow and a small vole, as the rest of the cats gathered where they had once separated. Bramblefang caught a big, fat rabbit, which surprised him and made him feel self-conscious about his own catch. Dawnlight had a several mice's tails in her jaws, and he caught sight of Swallowtail leaping upon her own catch. Thank StarClan, we've caught so much, the tom felt himself become tall with pride, enjoying the sight of the plentiful amount of food. But Swallowtail had something else to show. Tilting his head, he stepped close to her, setting down the crow and vole at his paws and glancing in the direction of her tail-flick.

He had smelled the crow-food before he saw it. Wrinkling his nose, Bluewhisker shook his head. "Who could have done this?" he asked Swallowtail.

Bramblefang prowled over to inspect the sight, a low grow escaping his food. "Whatever it was, it doesn't seem to have liked the taste of the bird," he commented. "It looks like it was killed for sport more than anything."


 
"Really?" Ebonypaw glanced up, a curious tilt to her head. "Has anything liked that ever happened before?"

Beetlenose glanced at the young apprentice, paws shifting against the soil. "No," the black cat paused, mind wandering towards the gatherings he had experienced and learned about in his time. "Not in recent moons." He shook his head. "But it wouldn't surprise me if it has in the past."

And that was the truth. The Warrior Code was made to be followed, but not all cats adhered to its ways. It wasn't unusual, in times of chaos and need, for clans to ignore the teachings of past generations and act in their own interests. Having a deputy - and a new one at that - fail to show up for a Gathering was far from the worst transgression a clan could perform. StarClan above, it was far from the worst transgression a cat could perform. Beetlenose knew this, just as he knew the next gathering would be one of the most tense and anticipated in recent moons. The day's rain would do nothing to help either.

"That's something to worry about when the time comes, however." Flicking the young she-cat's ear with the tip of his tail, the BreezeClan indicated for his patrol to keep moving. "I expect the hunting patrol will be done soon. If we're lucky, there'll be fresh food waiting for us back at camp."


Swallowtail scowled, tail flicking from side to side in her agitation. "I know plenty of cats who would have enjoyed that meal," she sniffed. "To think something would do this - what a load of bat droppings."

This was the first time the cream colored she-cat had heard of such a thing. Killing for sport - what a disgusting notion. Hunting, to her, was done with the end goal of a meal in mind. It was performed for the good of the clan, and any who took more than his/her fair share was shamed. For another animal to mutilate a bird in such a way... it was horrendous. Swallowtail couldn't wrap her mind around the notion.

Feet leading her forward, she lifted a paw to proud at the carcass. With a vast portion of its stomach missing it was hard to tell what kind of predator felled the creature. The rain, for the rest of its unpleasantness, had washed away any lingering smells as well. "Do you think we should be concerned?"
 
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Addershine hoped that the deputy would show up at the Gathering. Moreso, she hoped that she was invited to the Gathering as well. Last moon, she wasn't able to go, and Embepaw and Ebonypaw went off instead. But if she was lucky, she'd be able to see the face of the new deputy of ReedClan. Though, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry. Foxshade was a good deputy, and a loyal one as well The tom-cat even spoke to her a few times-- they looked nearly identical, and Addershine did not wonder why he was named such a thing. His fur had been red, no, even brighter red, than hers. When the next Gathering rolled about, Foxshade's russet pelt was dull and his eyes were glazed. She had thought it was because he was tired, but news soon ran rampant among the Clans: Foxshade had become ill and died not long after the full moon.

Luckily enough, the topic became much more light-hearted. Addershine's stomach grumbled at the thought of fresh prey. "Let's head back to camp. Maybe we'll meet them on the way there," the she-cat told them, padding past the two toms and the apprentice as she headed back.

Tilting his head, Bluewhisker mulled over Swallowtail's words. While this was concerning, would Leafstar want to know about immediately? Or maybe she had other things on her mind, rather than some rotten crowfood they found in their territory? He was uncertain, but he did know he was extremely curious about what caused it. He couldn't even get a good scent; all he smelled was the stench and rancor of slaughtered bird. Maybe it was a fox? Why would a cat go so far as to leave the prey they caught here of all places? "I think we should tell Leafstar. That way, if it happens again, we know that something strange is happening," said Bluewhisker, his tail flicking as he spoke.

"I agree. She can even mention it at the Gathering," Bramblefang nodded in agreement. "For now, we should head back to camp. The rest of the Clan are probably wondering where we are."

As the other cats turned away, Bluewhisker turned to Swallowtail. He knew that she was upset, and with good reason, as well. How could someone do such a thing? "If someone went so far as to sneak onto our territory, then the least they could have done is put the prey they stole to good use," he muttered crossly as he walked beside her.

 
Pleased with the notion of leaving the rain-soaked forest behind in favor of food and clan, Beetlenose motioned for the rest of his patrol to follow him into the underbrush. His coat was damp despite the lack of precipitation and mud clung to his paws. While not a stickler for being clan, the tom appreciated having a warm, dry coat. It'd been a while since he'd last been out of BreezeClan's camp due to the rain, yes, but he had his limits. The humid, soggy conditions of their territory after a storm was not high on his list of preferences. That - and there was a promise for fresh kill back at camp.

"Let's hope the hunting patrol comes back well stocked," Beetlenose said. "The rain may have sent pray into hiding." A drop of water fell off a leaf to land on his ear. With a trace of humor, he shook his head. "I don't want to be the one dealing with a cranky Redscar."


Swallowtail looked to Bluewhisker when he fell into step beside her. The grey tom was a smart cat, and his earlier statement left no room for doubt in that regard. Even now, with Bramblefang's orders in the air and their return to camp in motion, he was still making sound points. Tail flicking, she cast one last glance at the crow-food before the greenery hid it from. "I don't know," she said in response to Bluewisker's comment, ears lowering on her head as they walked, "but it feels like its mocking us, whatever it is. I don't like it."

Set on retrieving her squirrel, Swallowtail disappeared into the underbrush. It took her a few short moments to find her kill, the spot she'd been hunting in not far from the bird. With a quick swipe of her paw and a dip of her head, she had the carcass in her mouth. The fur tickled the bottom of her nose, and the she-cat had to fight a sneeze when re-emerged from the brush and returned to Bluewhisker's side. "I'm glad we're telling Leafstar," she said, voice muffled. "I've never seen anything like this before." And she hadn't. That, perhaps, was the most worrying of all.
 
Why was she so wet and sticky? She shook out her fur impatiently, following Beetlenose and the rest of the patrol. Addershine wasn't fond of getting moist from the rain, as she was always afraid of catching an illness. Leafstar-- Leaftail, at the time --always used to tell her that the rain would get her sick. Huffing, she padded up beside Beettlenose, grinning deviously at his words about Redscar. "There's an easy solution to that. We'll make Ebonypaw tell Redscar about there being no prey," she joked, flicking her tail in the direction of the apprentice.

Ebonypaw didn't seem to like her joke. "That's not fair!" the younger she-cat piped up.

"Relax, Ebonypaw. Knowing Bluewhisker, he'll have brought along something at least," she reassured. When the apprentice seemingly calmed herself down, she turned back to Beetlenose. "So, do you know who's going to go to the Gathering this moon? I know that you aren't supposed to tell me if do know, but..." Addershine was appreciating the banter, and even went out of the way to lighten the mood even further between the four. Even though Darkpath wasn't one for snickering and laughing, at least he didn't make any sounds of disapproval yet. "Or do I have to give you a big fat squirrel before you reveal any secrets~?"

"I honestly don't like it either," Bluewhisker said in reply to Swallowtail, noticing that she was even more upset than he was. Hopefully, what Bramblefang said was true. He was Leafstar's mate, and he knew her well-- if he said she'd bring it up at the Gathering, then the issue should be solved. Then again... he shook the thought from his head. No. Now wasn't the time to be placing the blame on anyone's shoulders. They didn't even catch a scent. He readjusted his grip on his prey, making sure that it would not slip out of his jaws, and watched as Swallowtail drifted off to find her own prey. When she returned, his ear flicked at her words. "I'm glad that we're telling Leafstar, too. She deserves to know. But that was the decision of a senior warrior, not me." While true, the words left his tongue in a sour note.

Once again, his thoughts wandered, and he spoke around the sides of his mouth again. "Do you think it might have been ReedClan?" Bluewhisker mumbled around his prey. "Their territory's probably flooded by the rain, and they could have snuck onto our territory to hunt."

 

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