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Oh sorry! I didn't know that was a thing. Previously ShadowClan

Maplepaw sighed and looked outside of the den from where she stood. “Yeah well….it is what it is I guess.” She didn’t know what more to say to that. It was a painful yet not kind of topic to discuss. However, starting her life anew in RoseClan was all she could think about these days as important.

Maplepaw backed out of the apprentices den slightly as soon as these new cats came into view. She looked them up and down, realizing they were warriors, but of course were also unfamiliar to her. “I’m Maplepaw.” The red tabby replied curtly. “ So, did you two just get here, or…what’s your story?” She asked.

Both the warriors dipped their heads at the apprentices as they introduced themselves. They looked at each other warily at Maplepaws question. Morningmist looked at the apprentices again, “our clan was destroyed by twolegs, many of our clan died, and a few got taken from the twolegs.”
“We stayed around there for as long as we could, looking for out clan mates and kin. But almost everyone was gone.” Shadowfoot added in disappointment and watched the ground. The thought of what happened made his heart ache. He longed for his clanmates, especially the she-cat who was practically his mate. “Well what about you two? What’s your story.” He asked the apprentices.

Brindlepaw nodded. "Twolegs found our camp." He had already told Maplepaw about it but he wanted to tell Morningmist and Shadowfoot. He looked sad. "Roseclan will be good for all of us. And Elmstar of Thymeclan has been really helpful.

“Well, at least we can rebuild now and become something better than before.” Maplepaw meowed. “Looks like we can all use some good news for once.”

I need his warrior name. And was he abandoned at 10 moons cause they just found the camp and are starting out.)

"Yes that's why there's so many dens" Moleshade said. She smiled and continued. "We all hunt and fight. Except our medicine cat who just keeps the clan healthy. The spilt depends more on age. The kits live over there with their mothers, cats 6 moons to 12 live over there, and the older cats live in the willow. The leader lives under this tree, the medicine cat next to that pool, and if we had any cats who can no longer hunt for themselves they would live over there." She pointed to each den in turn. "In a few moons I'll probably retire to the elder's den. I've lived many moons and my sight could start going any day.

Feather nodded and looked excited. "I'll definitely visit you and the kits. With the juiciest prey possible. Even if only you can enjoy it." She said with a purr.

Willow moaned and started to cry again. She looked miserable. "I just want my mom" she sniffled. She looked at the three toms and her lip quivered.

Well, evidentially she doesn't want you, Storm thought bitterly. How was Willow supposed to deal with that? It was obvious that Flora hadn't even had the decency of warning her kit that she would leave at some point. Willow had had no chance to prepare for this. He pushed that thought aside. Getting mad at Flora wouldn't help anyone. At Apple's words he nodded. "You don't have to decide if you want to join the clan," he said. "But it would be best if you stayed here for a while. It's too dangerous out there all by yourself."

Brightpaw listened to the three cats, not sure what he could say. For a clancat it was unthinkable to abandon a kit and while he had heard that it wasn't that uncommon for loners and rogues he still couldn't really accept that some cats actually did such a thing. Sure, they had no code that told them how to live but surely even for them it was wrong to just leave their kits without saying anything. For a moment he considered running off to look for Flora and confront her but that wouldn't do anyone any good. Besides, his clanmates would just stop him anyway before he could get too far. He sighed and turned to Willow. "You heard them," he said quietly. "You can live here from now on. But you don't have to decide now. Take your time and think about what you want to do."

Cenra nodded with a loud purr. "The same goes for me," she said. "Besides, I hear that kits, queens and elders are to be fed first so there's even a better chance of you getting the best prey. Oh, we'd stay and chat too of course so don't think this is just about bringing you food."

Maplepaw gave a brisk nod and followed the tom’s gaze as more cats entered the camp. She was eager to see what these cats had to offer. She narrowed her eyes at Brightpaw, Storm, Apple, and the younger cat. It was almost as if she were analyzing their worth.

Oakpelt is good. No one is really not an outsider right now. And since he was a loner he would still just be Oak. Silverrose is going to give everyone their clan names once everyone is in camp.)

Ratwhisper takes the goldenrod and starts chewing it up. He makes a face but doesn't say anything. Once he was done, he looks back at her. "Now this may thing but try and remain still. This is to help to stop the possible infection and stop it from bleeding."

Mistpaw climbed a nearby oak tree and pulled some more leaves from it lettibg them fall to the ground. He counted 5 new ones and then jumped back to the ground. He then began his search for marigold. He went near a larger stream looking for the yellow flower. He found some and he broke off a stem with a flower and some leaves not remembering whether Ratwhisper would use the petals or leaves. He ran back with his finds and set them beside Ratwhisper.

Ratwhisper carefully places the chewed up goldenrod with his paw and carefully places it on Marshbook's hurt leg. He pulls back and seeing that Timberpaw had returned, he picks up the cobwebs and carefully wraps it around her leg.


"We were out hunting for our clan." Badgertooth explained as he watches Sable. He tilts his head slightly to the side wondering what the tom was doing.