CosmicChaos21

I KNOWWW- Unfortunately impulsive actions + dark forest training + fear = VERY bad choices

Twigstrike looked between CanaryStar and Sandwing with some unease. He had no idea what they wanted to talk about, maybe they’d caught wind of how he snapped at Blossompaw? But there was no trace of anger or disappointment on their faces so he doubted it was that. “What exactly did you want to talk about?” Twigstrike spoke up after failing to piece it together himself. The leader and deputy shared a look that Twigstrike couldn’t decipher before CanaryStar answered him. “Well me and Sandwing are getting older and realize there’s a chance that the clan could be left scrambling for a leader if we both die too close together” CanaryStar said causing a feeling of unease to worm into Twigstrike’s chest as he had a faint idea of where this was going though he hoped it wasn’t. “Okay…” He simply said and waited for one of them to go on to confirm or deny his suspicions. “So we kinda wanted to say that if something happens we want you to take over as leader” The deputy’s words struck Twigstrike into silence as he realized what was being asked of him. “But I don’t think I’m leader material” Twigstrike admitted as his gaze was cast downwards. He knew about his tendency to get easily irritated and as interesting as the prospect of being leader is he doesn’t want to leave a bad mark on WildClan’s legacy. “Well options are limited and we know it’s a lot so we’re going to try and teach you how to be the best leader you can be” CanaryStar tried to reassure which Twigstrike couldn’t appreciate, would she still choose him if she knew he’d lost his temper towards her kit? “I know it’s a lot” Sandwing spoke making Twigstrike lift his head a small margin. “but in the future you’ll grow into your role and be an amazing leader, I’m sure of it” Twigstrike wanted to disagree but just settled for a nod as he knew the clan couldn’t go without a leader. “We’ll start lessons next sunrise alright?” CanaryStar said as she tried to give him a comforting smile. “Alright” Twigstrike agreed though it was obvious to both the leader and deputy that his heart wasn’t in it. The call of their duties caused the three to separate to do their own tasks. Blossompaw drearily blinked open her eyes to the landscape that had become familiar over the moons of training, like a second home away from home. The escape was welcome while Twigstrike’s words buzzed around her skull like an annoying swarm of bugs. Dark thoughts crawled into her mind like creeping shadows but she shook her head like she could physically shake them off before looking around for her ‘mentor’. A familiar yellow and grey pelt caught her eye making her bound over in his direction. The nicheling’s ear flicked and he turned his head to see the apprentice making her way over to him causing him to rise to his paws and turn towards what was practically his apprentice. “Ah hello Blossompaw, not doing well I see?” Blossompaw froze in her tracks in confusion before remembering what he said before ‘Being dead allows me to see the goings on of the clan’ so she kept going until she was a few tail-lengths away. “Don’t worry I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, Twigstrike was quite cruel without good reason” Spottedfrost said with a sigh. Blossompaw startled when Spottedfrost flinched after looking at her. “What’s wrong?” She asked with concern. Spottedfrost had glanced over at the apprentice but flinched when the face of a smiling Wishpaw was reflected at him for a moment before settling back into the face of a concerned Blossompaw. Spottedfrost shook his head before giving the apprentice a smile. “You just reminded me of someone” Spottedfrost answered making Blossompaw tilt her head and open her mouth before reconsidering and shutting it. “Okay, can we do battle training?” Spottedfrost let out a laugh at the apprentice’s constant enthusiasm despite doing battle training so often. “Of course” He said as he took a few steps back until they were a bit farther from each other. “You go first” He offered making Blossompaw nod as she started to circle around him to look for any weakpoints. Spottedfrost didn’t turn to follow her movements but kept his senses sharp for whenever she would strike. Once she was behind him she ran towards him and managed to pounce onto his back which was mildly surprising to Spottedfrost but he quickly recovered with an attempt to shake her off. It was difficult but Blossompaw used to claws to ensure she wouldn’t be easily dislodged so Spottedfrost moved on to another tactic. Blossompaw let out a slight hiss when Spottedfrost suddenly rolled onto his back, slightly crushing her under his weight and letting her hold on his pelt slip. He quickly rolled back onto his paws and tried to pin her but she quickly darted away before he could making him grin as her agility, a sense of pride swelling in him at how well she was doing. She used that opportunity to land a scratch on his shoulder making him wince in pain. Blossompaw paused with concern but Spottedfrost just shook his head to indicate he was fine before landing a scratch on her right cheek, leaving a thin red line across it. Blossompaw scrunched up her face but shook off the pain in favor of lunging at him, causing him to get bowled over. She carefully pressed a paw against his throat causing him to chuckle. “Guess you won this one” Spottedfrost said making Blossompaw beam before walking a few tail-lengths away so he could get up. “You had great agility” Spottedfrost praised making Blossompaw’s fur fluff in some embarrassment. Praise had been rare at first but as she trained more with him Spottedfrost had been congratulating her more and it was an adjustment considering Tigerthorn’s usual cold attitude towards her. “Thanks” She simply responded as she idly groomed the fur on her shoulder before glancing around at her distorting surroundings. “Time for you to wake up, we’ll train more soon” Spottedfrost said making Blossompaw sad at the thought of leaving but she nodded. “Bye!” She said before vanishing back to the world of the living. Spottedfrost stared for a few moments before the voice of LocustStar caught him off guard. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you care about that apprentice” Spottedfrost’s face twisted into one of irritation at the other dark forest nicheling’s words. “What makes you think that?” Spottedfrost hissed which the other nicheling only rolled his eyes at. “The kindness you show her, we’re supposed to recruit more nichelings to the dark forest not get attached” LocustStar said with a low rumble which Spottedfrost returned. “I’m not attached” Spottedfrost rumbled making LocustStar narrow his eyes before turning around and stalking off, leaving Spottedfrost to his thoughts. ‘I’m not attached’ Spottedfrost thought but deep down he knew he was lying to himself as he remembered how nice it was to see the apprentice. And he hated the fact that he knew what made him attached in the first place as the younger nicheling reminded him of how Wishpaw looked at him, the one he had helped raise and the one that saw him as their true father. He couldn’t deny that he sometimes regretted his past actions with his hindsight both because he knows he had hurt many but also because he would never see Wishpaw, or Wishwind as they had been named as a warrior, ever again. He looked up to the ‘sky’ with a drawn out breath as he wondered what could have been if he had made different choices, if he hadn’t been so pushy and filled with envy and jealousy. ‘No use dwelling’ He thought as he walked off. An unfortunate side effect of training in her dreams was the fact that Blossompaw on rare occasion had to go to the medicine den because the injuries she got in her dreams carried over to her real life. She slowly made her way to the medicine den as she dreaded the questioning she would get once again from her uncle as he had only believed her lies completely the first time or maybe the second but after enough times she was always regarded with doubt. Mossbeetle never pushed for answers but the stifling silence and judgement was enough to make the apprentice’s skin crawl. “Hey Mossbeetle!” Blossompaw chirped but the cheerful greeting was met with a thousand tail-length stare that made Blossompaw let out an involuntary nervous chuckle. “I had a thorn caught in my nest and it got me good!” Blossompaw had recited a ‘good’ lie about a million times in her head as she did the walk of shame to the medicine den but even her most convincing words did nothing to erase the skeptical look her uncle gave her. “…Right, come over here so I can look at it” Mossbeetle’s words made her quickly skitter over to sit in front of him as he looked over the scratch on her face. “Congratulations you’re getting a would from a ‘thorn’” The scalding amount of sarcasm made a very unnerved grin appear on Blossompaw’s face as she avoided the notion of eye contact in any way. “Guess I’ll look super tough with two scars on my face than!” Blossompaw said with fake bravado that Mossbeetle just stared at her for a few moments before sighing. “Yeah a scar from a rabill and a thorn is so tough” Blossompaw wondered if there was a limit to the amount of sarcasm a nicheling could put in a single sentence as she waited for him to finish applying the herbs he needed to. “I get if you don’t want to talk to me about it but you should tell your mom about whatever all these injuries are coming from” Mossbeetle said as Blossompaw was making her way out of the den. “…” Blossompaw didn’t speak as she skittered out of the den. “Does it ever get easier?” Crowpaw’s blunt words caused Sandwing to trip and almost drop the rabill hanging from his jaws. “Wha- What exactly?” Sandwing asked as he wondered if he’d missed something the apprentice had said. “Missing your old home, didn’t CanaryStar say something about you not being born here?” Crowpaw asked as she tried to recalled the exact words. “Oh that well…yes and no” The deputy’s words only morphed the apprentice’s face into confusion at the not-answer. “You may miss your old home your entire life but you’ll find nichelings who make you see the good in your new one, they make it easier to accept that you may never see your old home again” Sandwing continued upon seeing the expression on his apprentice’s face. “Do you still miss your old home?” Crowpaw asked making Sandwing’s steps slow until reaching a stop as he considered the question. “I can’t remember too much but I do miss my family and a part of me aches to see them again” He admitted as he only saw blurry faces in his memories until the crystal clarity he had when he was younger. “but then I think about what I would lose if I went back in time and never ended up in the clan, so I want to ask you something Crowpaw” The words made Crowpaw’s ears perk as she looked towards her mentor in anticipation. “If you could find your family now and leave with them would you? Would you be willing to sacrifice what you’ve made here to live your old life?” Sandwing’s words made Crowpaw’s thoughts freeze before genuinely considering it. The thought of playing with her siblings with her parents watching over her crossed her mind and the idea made her happy…but then she remembered Blossompaw and thought of a life without her. No more moon-highs spent listening to her rambles and giggling about silly ideas, she would never have Blossompaw’s attempts of comfort after the times she failed a hunt, never again would she see Blossompaw’s sunshine-filled smile directed toward her. “…I…don’t think I could” Crowpaw answered with her face scrunched in thought earning an empathetic smile from her mentor as he could understand. “Well if the time comes you have to choose I’m sure we’d all support it” Sandwing said making Crowpaw crack a tiny smile. “That’s enough of that though, why don’t we take our catches back to camp and relax in the warmth of the sun?” Sandwing offered as to not stress out the apprentice. Crowpaw nodded as she didn’t want to dwell much more at the moment so the two made their way back to camp holding their own tribute to the fresh-kill pile. The atmosphere was suffocating between the two nichelings as they made their way through the grasses in an attempt to hunt. Tigerthorn had already caught a rabill so he just stared at Blossompaw only making her irritation spike further at the judgement from her mentor. “Kinda hard to focus when I can feel your staring” Blossompaw snipped as she tried to focus on her surroundings to no avail. “If you’re that easily distracted maybe your warrior ceremony should be pushed back a few moons” Tigerthorn retorted making Blossompaw’s fur bristle at the idea, as if she needed to feel any more ashamed of her struggle to hunt. “And maybe you should get over Redpaw” Blossompaw couldn’t bite back the impulsive words though she immediately regretted it as she thought of how wrong it was to use that against him, and she could only imagine how Twigstrike would feel using his sister’s memory in such a way. “Maybe I should just kill you like I did Daisyfall” Blossompaw’s blood froze in her veins as she just barely caught the mumbled words of her mentor. “…You killed him” It wasn’t a question but a statement. She knew her mentor was cold and distant but she would’ve never assumed that such a respected warrior of the clan would stoop to such levels. It seems Tigerthorn realized his mistake too as he quickly lunged at the apprentice to get rid of the nicheling that now knew his secret. Spottedfrost’s training came in handy as she easily dodged to the side causing her mentor to land on his front paws with a wince as he crumbled to the ground. He could stand on his front paws but not for long and it caused a fair amount of pain. ~BLOOD AND MURDER, I DON'T THINK IT COUNTS AS GORE BUT JUST IN CASE BE WARNED!~ Blossompaw used the opportunity without a moment of thought, bowling him over so she was hovering above him. He quickly landed a deep bite on her shoulder causing her to wince as she felt blood run down her fur. She let out a low rumble as she used a paw to shove his snout away before ruthlessly sinking her teeth into his throat. He gasped then coughed as he breathed in his own blood, trying to kick her off of him with his hind-legs to no avail as her training had prepared her for retaliation. He thrashed and struggled for longer than she thought he would before slowing his movements and suddenly falling limp. She let go with a cold expression before her actions started to slowly sink in, slowly morphing her expression into one of shock and regret. She stepped a few steps back, breathing heavily but only being more sickened as the scent and taste of blood flooded her senses. Not the blood of prey but the blood of her own clanmate. The blood of her own mentor. ~END OF BLOOD AND STUFF!~ She felt dizzy and disoriented as her brain sluggishly tried to figure out what to do. Should she say that a bearyena attacked them? No, the bite mark on her shoulder wouldn’t be one of a bearyena….ROGUES! She could say that rogues attacked her and her mentor and that would explain the bite mark! But first she needed to wash herself off. = She made it to a small stream where she dipped her snout and paws in to wash them off the actions she had just committed. She then realized it would be odd for all of her to be dry except her snout and paws so she took a deep breath before soaking her entire body in the stream before emerging soaking wet and feeling like every breeze was a personal attack. She shook her head to dislodge any thoughts before slowly making her way back to camp to prepare herself to lie to her entire clan…

This is a emotionally loaded update so prepare yourselves- - “I just think you’re being a bit harsh to her is all” Daisyfall said as he lounged on a patch of short grass. “Mentors are supposed to teach their apprentices that life isn’t all fun and games” Tigerthorn replied with a lash of his tail that Daisyfall could only sigh at. “Of course, but a mentor isn’t supposed to destroy their apprentice’s confidence either” Tigerthorn snorted with a bitter laugh at the pink nicheling’s words. “Destroy her confidence? Have you interacted with her? She’s nothing but arrogance” Tigerthorn scoffed at the thought as he remembered how just a few sunrises ago she had paraded that single rabill around like it was the best catch of the moon. “Maybe when she was first apprenticed but now to me it seems like she’s trying to mask insecurity by pretending she’s always sure of herself” Daisyfall responded as he looked off into the distance, remembering how Blossompaw always acted out by being very vocal about her abilities as an apprentice. When she was being apprenticed by Robinbriar she was over-confident at times but she didn’t try to tell everyone all the time, not to mention she seemed much happier and less of a show-off. “Sure” Tigerthorn replied in a tone that suggested he didn’t believe that in the slightest. As Tigerthorn was getting up to leave Daisyfall had an idea, a horrible and perhaps twisted idea but an idea nonetheless. “I wonder what Redpaw would think of you now, being so cruel to your own apprentice” It worked as Tigerthorn froze in place at the other nicheling’s words. “…What did you just say to me?” Tigerthorn hissed as he slowly turned toward Daisyfall who only calmly stood up in response at first. “Your ears ain’t that bad yet” Daisyfall said as he calmly stared Tigerthorn in the eyes. “Take her name out of your mouth” Tigerthorn spat only making Daisyfall twitch his ear. “TAKE IT BACK!” Tigerthorn suddenly leaped at Daisyfall, bowling him over as a snarling expression was pointed at the pink nicheling. Daisyfall was shocked long enough for Tigerthorn to deliver a nasty bite to his shoulder making him hiss before using his hindlegs to kick the other nicheling off of him. “You can’t refuse to move on, your grief is obviously consuming you” Daisyfall commented as he was still willing to be civil about this despite the pain that radiated across his shoulder. Tigerthorn only lunged at him in response and Daisyfall only barely managed to dodge with a slight stumble due to the pain slowing him down. Tigerthorn noticed it and faked a lunge causing Daisyfall to move one direction only for Tigerthorn to quickly change his and bowl over Daisyfall again. ~DOESN'T MENTION BLOOD OR GORE BUT JUST IN CASE BE WARNED THERE IS A NICHELING GETTING KILLED HERE!~ Daisyfall tried to use his horns to slice the other nicheling but Tigerthorn managed to dodge his attempts and quickly seized his throat with his teeth. Daisyfall wheezed and used all the strength he had to try and shove Tigerthorn away but each moment that the other nicheling’s jaws tightened made him weaker and weaker until his attempts stopped and his body fell limp. ~END OF DEATH~ Tigerthorn stepped back and watched Daisyfall for any signs of life. When he simply laid there lifeless Tigerthorn’s posture relaxed as he realized he had won, only for the realization to kick in. If he was found out he’d be exiled at best so he quickly came up with a plan. He grabbed Daisyfall’s still body by one of his paws and slowly dragged him towards the shore, as he had come there a few times. It had taken time but he made it and when he did he let go of Daisyfall’s paw and shoved him into the water, letting the waves slowly take him out to see where Tigerthorn felt he wouldn’t be found. As he breathed in he was reminded of the blood dripping from his jaws and realized he would be found quickly if he left it. He crouched and put his snout in the seawater before using a paw to wipe at the blood to ensure he got rid of it. Only once he was sure his snout was clean did he stand up and look out at sea. Daisyfall’s body slowly bobbed in the water and was drifting away. He watched for a few more moments before turning around and going back to camp, making sure he went back a different way than he came. Twigstrike could only stare at his paws, not even processing Blossompaw and Crowpaw’s attempts to comfort him as he looked at the grass below him. The clan had been looking for Daisyfall for sunrises but nothing had ever been found and every sunrise brought less and less hope of ever finding him. He had spats with his mentor at times but he knew he cared and he knew he could be difficult time to time but to hear that he was just…gone, having just vanished with no trace of him or a hint if he was alive and lost or dead and rotting. He hated it, no he hated that this type of thing kept happening to him. First his sister, then his mom and dad, and now his mentor was gone too. He’s scared because what about Blossompaw? He cares about her but what if his love is a curse? What if she gets hurt or even dies because everyone else he ever has does? Maybe…maybe it would be best to distance himself, save her and him the pain of what could happen. She has her mom and Mossbeetle and Crowpaw who are close to her so she could easily live without him. “Twigstrike? Wait where are you going?!” Blossompaw said as she saw Twigstrike suddenly get up and start walking toward the border of camp. Crowpaw considered just staying out of it but while she may not know him well she did notice that Twigstrike was acting off and she wanted to keep an eye on Blossompaw so she followed after the two. “Slow down I can’t keep up if you walk that fast!” Blossompaw exclaimed as she continued to follow after Twigstrike despite the fact he was walking so fast it was just shy of a sprint. He suddenly stopped and turned around so fast that Blossompaw bumped into him before taking a few pawsteps back. When she looked up she was met with an expression that was twisted in one of grief and anger. “Stop following me!” He hissed making Blossompaw’s ears flatten as she shrunk under his gaze. “B-but I just want to help you feel better!” Blossompaw insisted as she her ears lifted a bit only to flatten again at his expression. “Well you shouldn’t! I don’t need it” Twigstrike retorted making Blossompaw’s posture shrink further at the volume. “Why are you so mad at her? She’s trying to help” Crowpaw said as she came up to Blossompaw’s side, feeling annoyed at the older nicheling’s unneeded anger. “Just leave me alone” Twigstrike said with a scowl. “Just let me help I-” Blossompaw peeped up but was interrupted. “Just…stop” Twigstrike’s anger was extinguished, replaced with sadness and guilt as he realized how he was acting towards someone he cared about. “I’m…I’m sorry” He said simply before turning around and running off as he didn’t want to do something that would haunt him for the rest of his life, though he realized that this probably already would. The two apprentices could only stare as Twigstrike vanished into the grasses. Neither of them spoke for a few agonizing moments. “…Why can’t I do anything right?” Blossompaw murmured with tears in her eyes causing Crowpaw to feel alarm as she had never seen Blossompaw cry in all her time of knowing her. “You didn’t do anything wrong” Crowpaw tried to reassure but Blossompaw just squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Then why do so many nichelings look at me like that?!” Blossompaw raised a paw to touch her now scarred snout as she said it as if to emphasize the point. “Because they don’t see how hard you try and how hard you work to get better” Crowpaw softly spoke as she grabbed Blossompaw’s raised paw with one of her own and gently moved it back towards the ground. Blossompaw didn’t resist the action but her claws slid in and out as she flexed her paw in a whirlpool of emotions. “I just want everyone to be proud of me, I want my mentor to be proud of me but he never is!” Blossompaw squeezed her eyes more tightly shut making a concerned expression cross Crowpaw’s face. “I do everything he asks but he- he ignores all my good stuff and only reacts to my failures! If I’m trying so hard why can’t he just be proud of me for once?…Just once I want him to say he’s proud” Tears freely rolled down Blossompaw’s cheeks as she went through a roller coaster of emotions from anger to sadness to pure numbness as she spoke. “I don’t think he ever will be proud” Crowpaw started but continued before Blossompaw could say anything. “But his approval isn’t something you need, you have nichelings who ARE proud of you” She continued making Blossompaw slowly open her eyes to stare at Crowpaw skeptically. “Like who?” Blossompaw asked with a squint. “Like your mom and Mossbeetle, even if I think he’d rather die than admit it, and Sandwing” Crowpaw said but then looked at the ground as she hesitated before steeling her nerves. “And…your favorite nicheling too” Crowpaw murmured but Blossompaw’s eyes shot open as soon as she heard the words. “I guess you’re right…having your approval means more than Tigerthorn’s ever could” Blossompaw mumbled feeling just as embarrassed. “Oh! Uh- thanks” Crowpaw ignored the warmth in her fur in favor looking off to the side. “We should uh go back to camp before anyone gets worried” Blossompaw tried to give her usual confident grin but it was a bit lopsided from the fresh emotions that she had just shown. “Yeah” Crowpaw agreed not much better herself as she pointedly ignored any idea of eye contact.

I never post my art stuff but I like this drawing so I'll toss it on here, I love playing clangen and this guy is ConeStar! He has a grumpy personality but is really sweet towards his clanmates, this specific drawing is when he was comforting a kit named Sablekit because he wasn't getting along with his clanmates. My idea is that since Sablekit also has a grumpy personality I wonder if he understands Sablekit more than most of his clanmates do.

I'd say that if you don't have the passion/attachment to the characters to finish writing it out than don't because making yourself finish it can be draining.

Yes after way too long they have become mates! Sandwing is a very patient nicheling for waiting so long but it was more than worth it in his eyes :3 Honestly I shouldn't play favorites but alas I do and I agree Blossompaw is one of my favorites at the moment- (Mossbeetle is my absolute favorite though-)

BIG UPDATE TIME! Mostly because I had lots of writing inspiration today- I hope y'all are as excited as me about this update! - Sandwing’s mind kept wandering as he ambled across camp, ignoring his clanmates while he focused on his path towards the medicine den. It had been many moons since that rain had forced him and Mossbeetle to huddle together in a cave and the conversation they had haunted the deputy’s mind since. He gave the medicine nicheling time as he didn’t want to pressure him but he wanted an answer, his body was a little more difficult to move with every sunrise and he feared dying without an answer. They would meet in StarClan but he wanted to know while both he and Mossbeetle were alive so he could enjoy the rest of his life with Mossbeetle as a mate, even if he feared it wouldn’t be much longer. The sound of pawsteps echoed through the medicine den and at first Mossbeetle was wondering if another nicheling had gotten a thorn in their paw considering that three separate nichelings had come in for that this sunrise. But then the scent made him realize it was Sandwing so he turned away from his herbs to look at the deputy. “Can we take a walk outside camp? I’ll help you gather herbs if you want” Sandwing offered making Mossbeetle pause, it wasn’t uncommon for the deputy to help escort him to gathr herbs but something about the way he spoke seemed different than usual. “Sure” Mossbeetle accepted anyways feeling some curiosity about why the deputy sounded a bit different at the moment not to mention restocking the herbs never hurt. = The two had walked a bit of a ways away from camp and Mossbeetle was looking for any poisonous berry bushes so he could collect their leaves while Sandwing’s mind was going a mile a minute. Should he really ask about it? Is he being impatient or pushy? Shoving away his thoughts he took a quiet deep breath. “Do you remember that one time we got caught in the rain and had to hide in a cave while I was trying to help you gather herbs?” Sandwing tentatively put out the question making the medicine nicheling still in a way that made Sandwing want to curl into a ball and vanish. “…I do” Mossbeetle said seeming the same as ever but internally he was panicking as he wondered why he had brought that up, he thought the deputy had forgotten about it. “Do you…have you uh…” Sandwing winced at how badly his delivery was as he fumbled over his words in an attempt to just spit it out. “Have you figured out if you want to…be mates?” Sandwing forced himself to just say it even if his chest hurt like he had just been running for a moon straight. “…” The silence stretched on in a way that made Sandwing want to run into the grasses and become a loner for the rest of his life. “Never mind! We’ll just- just collect these uh leaves and go back!” Sandwing’s words burst from him as he wanted this to be over so he could sulk in peace, so he started to pick up some leaves. “…Are you sure?” The quiet voice made Sandwing pause in his tracks and look over towards the source to see Mossbeetle, looking at the leaves by his paws with a confused expression. “Do you want to be mates with a nicheling that’s known for being grumpy, exhausted, and nowhere near soft?” Mossbeetle asked as he refused to look Sandwing in the eyes, he knows Sandwing confessed before but what if his feelings changed and this was just something asked out of courtesy? Sandwing walked over to get close enough that the two nicheling’s snouts almost touched. “I’m more sure of it than I’ve ever been about anything else in my life” The words caused Mossbeetle to flinch back in shock and disbelief. “I’ve loved you since we were younger, but I never expressed it because I assumed you hated me” Mossbeetle looked off to the side with some guilt at the deputy’s words. “But as we’ve grown together we’ve gotten closer and I’ve learned that you don’t express your affection with words or physical contact but instead through actions like how you help any injury, even if it’s small and could probably be dealt with without help” Sandwing continued before deciding to wrap it up before he gets too sappy. “What I’m trying to say is…I love you more than I feel I can express and I have for a long time but if you don’t feel the same I’ll understand” The thought hurt him deeply but Sandwing would never pressure him into loving him so he left the choice to the medicine nicheling. Mossbeetle’s fur was filled with warmth as he realized exactly how much Sandwing loved him and how deep his love was, he didn’t believe anyone would love him in such a manner. “I…I think I’d like to be mates if you truly love me that much” Mossbeetle murmured but Sandwing picked up on it easily and he was frozen for a few moments before lighting up like a sunny sky. “Really?! That’s great!” Sandwing chirped as he got closer to Mossbeetle before gently wrapping his tail around the medicine nicheling’s. Mossbeetle startled before relaxing and wrapping his tail around Sandwing’s. The herb gathering patrol took a while because the two silently decided they wanted to spend time in each other’s presence before having to go back to their duties, as was inevitable with the two having such important roles in the clan. CanaryStar only shook her head in exasperation and affection as she watched her daughter run off with her mentor, pestering Tigerthorn with a million questions while the older nicheling looked like he would rather be doing literally anything else. CanaryStar gave Blossompaw to Tigerthorn in hopes to cheer him up but it seems like Blossompaw just gets on his nerves instead, she considered changing Blossompaw’s mentor but decided against it, not wanting to make her get used to a different mentor again. Her ruminating was interrupted by the sound of multiple pawsteps making her straighten her posture, which she resisted the urge to wince as her back protested that actions, as she turned towards the noise. Her posture immediatly relaxed as she noticed it was her brother and the deputy. “Is there something going on?” She asked with the realization that both of them were here. “Is it something about the vision?” CanaryStar questioned making her brother shake his head as Sandwing spoke up. “No, it’s a more personal thing” Sandwing replied though the question made his mind temporarily wander to the strange vision that CanaryStar had shared almost a moon ago now. “Oh well than what is it?” CanaryStar asked with some intrigue while looking between the two. “Me and him have decided to become mates” Mossbeetle spoke first making CanaryStar’s eyes widen before laughing. Both the deputy and medicine nicheling looked at her with equally baffled expressions as CanaryStar continued to cackle before trying to regain her composure. “Finally! Took you two long enough” If they thought they were confused before they were even more puzzled now. “I thought you two would die before confessing” CanaryStar continued making Sandwing’s expression morph to one of embarrassment while Mossbeetle scowled at his sister. “Congratulations, but I do have a question than” CanaryStar asked as he glanced between the two with a more serious expression. “Do you want to keep this between the three of us or do you want to tell anyone else?” She wanted to make sure she knew now so she knew if she could brag or if she shouldn’t speak of it at all considering the fact that it was technically forbidden, though she’s pretty sure most of the clan wouldn’t care she still wanted to give the choice to them. “I’d be fine with the clan knowing” Mossbeetle said in a relaxed manner while Sandwing beamed. “I’d love to have everyone know Mossbeetle is my wonderful mate!” Sandwing grinned while Mossbeetle pretended that his fur wasn’t warming in embarrassment as he used a paw to very gently bop Sandwing on the nose. CanaryStar watched the two interact with amusement before a call of her name caught her attention. “Alright, well congratulations but I have to go apparently” CanaryStar sighed and Mossbeetle easily noticed the tiredness in her eyes and felt a bit bad as he knew being leader was probably a rough job. “Bye!” Sandwing said with a nod. “See you” Mossbeetle simply said with a small smile that CanaryStar returned before turning around and leaving. A hunting patrol had split into two groups leaving Twigstrike and Blossompaw to look for any signs of prey. Blossompaw was ecstatic to spend time with Twigstrike as he was usually busy or she was training but the two tried to make time for each other when their duties allowed. Blossompaw considers Twigstrike to be an older brother figure to her but she refuses to voice it both because she feels that would be too sappy but also because she knows that Twigstrike hadn’t come to terms with his sister’s death as most think he is. He hates any time that it’s brought up though he tries his best to hide it but Blossompaw spends enough time with him to see right through it so she buries the idea deep in her heart. “Bet I can catch a rabill faster than you” Twigstrike challenged making Blossompaw puff out her chest proudly. “No way! I’ll catch three rabill before you can even think about catching one!” Blossompaw argued making Twigstrike’s grin grow at her confidence. “Well than once you catch one bring it back here and wait and we’ll see who gets back first” Twigstrike said making Blossompaw grin back at him. “Be prepared to lose!” She exclaimed over her shoulder as she ran off to find a rabill first while Twigstrike chuckled before going in a different direction. Blossompaw raced through the grasses as she smelled the air for even a faint scent of her prey. The scent of rabill soon drifted over to her and she started following it though she was much slower now as she didn’t want to risk scaring it off. She soon found her target, a rabill nibbling on some berries blissfully unaware of its future demise. She crouched low to the ground and started to slowly stalk toward it having to resist the urge to just run after it as her paws buzzed with energy. But she remembered Robinbriar’s words ‘I know it’s hard to wait but remember how good it’ll feel to catch it’ she felt a pang of sadness that caused her to step on a small twig. The rabill’s ears shot up before it ran off causing her to yelp before jumping up to her paws and running after it. It deftly dodged her attempts to capture it making her irritation spike while pushing her legs to run faster. She hated the fact she was never as good at hunting at the other nichelings, she loves her friend but she’s bitter about the fact she’s so much better at hunting than her despite being the same age. She always got distracted by her thoughts or made the impulsive decision to try and pounce a little too early. Catching the rabill’s fur in her claws was shocking as she realized she had actually managed to get a hold on it. She didn’t waste the opportunity as she pulled it back towards her which made it roll onto its back with a shriek of what she assumed was fear. But as she put her face closer to deliver the killing bite the rabill reared back its hindlegs and kicked her in the face causing her to yelp in pain as its dull nails raked across her snout. The rabill ran off when her grip loosened due to surprise and pain as her attention was turned towards the stinging sensation that ran across her snout. Shame washed over her in agonizing waves as she realized that she had not only lost her prey but also got hurt from it. She winced as she touched the spot that hurt and felt even worse as she saw blood smeared on her paw, She didn’t want to give up though so she stubbornly stood to her paws and started to smell for any sign of rabill, though it was hard with the scent of blood clogging her senses. Blossompaw trudged through the grasses with her senses sharp as she refused to go back empty-pawed like she had done so many times before in her training, what if the clan considered her useless for her inability to hunt? What if she was never named a warrior because she couldn’t provide for the clan like everyone else? Those thoughts fueled her to ignore the pain in her snout and instead continue with her goal. After what felt like an eternity she heard a rustle that caused her to freeze for a moment before crouching and slowly getting closer to the sound. She almost gasped when she saw a rabill relaxing on a mound. She forced herself to still for a little bit before very carefully getting closer, keeping her eyes sharp for any twigs and completely focusing on her target. When she got close enough she leaped with as much force as speed as she could which caught the rabill completely off guard and it could only shriek before she bit its throat with enough force to silence it within a moment. She stood to her paws with the rabill hanging from her jaws, unable to stop a sense of pride from spreading through her as she realized she caught it. She took a bit to figure out her directions before starting to make her way back to the spot she promised Twigstrike to meet with her head held high. = She was more than surprised when she saw Twigstrike wasn’t there. She figured there was no way she had beat him considering her absolute mess of a hunt. But before she could investigate a rustle behind her almost startled her out of her fur. “There you are!” She was surprised when Twigstrike burst out from the grasses. “What happened?!” He asked as he rushed over to look at the red lines across the apprentice’s snout, noticing that some of the blood was already dry. “I’m fine! Just tripped” Blossompaw mumbled through the rabbit she was holding while using one of her paws to push him away from her. Twigstrike took a step back but continued to look concerned and a bit skeptical. “So you tripped and managed to get three perfect lines across your snout?” Twigstrike asked with a doubtful expression as he was sure that looked more like a claw-related injury. Blossompaw felt herself wilt a little under his accusatory stare but still not wanting to admit the real reason as she felt like it was a rabill-brained mistake to make. “You can’t just not explain the injury when we take you to Mossbeetle y’know, he’s gonna ask what happened” Twigstrike replied and Blossompaw could admit he had a point there so she shifted on her paws and looked away before answering. “I was hunting a rabill and it kicked me with its back legs” Blossompaw grumbled out after placing the rabill on the ground. “That’s all? Well good to know you didn’t find something like a rogue” Blossompaw stood up a bit from her hunched stance when he said that, she knows logically that he wouldn’t make fun of her for it but a small part of her worried. “We should take our prey and drop you off at the medicine den so that doesn’t get infected though” Twigstrike said making Blossompaw pout. “Do I have to?” She asked causing Twigstrike to let out a snort of laughter. “Would your mom or Mossbeetle let you walk around with an untreated injury?” Twigstrike asked making Blossompaw’s pout turn into a scowl. “I guess not” She grumbled before picking up her rabill and starting to head towards camp with Twigstrike following her after a few chuckles.

Update time everyone! I'm fairly excited about this update because I feel I can finally start moving along a plot idea I've had for literal months- - CanaryStar slowly blinked open her eyes, quickly noticing that this wasn’t her nest nor even WildClan’s camp. Shimmering stars surrounded her and something akin to clouds made up the ground as she slowly stood to her paws. ‘StarClan…but why am I here?’ She thought to herself as she turned her head this way and that before movement caught her eye. A nicheling covered in stars slowly started to approach her. The first thing CanaryStar noticed was the bright red fur that was broken up by black stripes and followed by a bushy tail. CanaryStar squinted her eyes as she attempted to piece together who this nicheling was before it hit her, the passed down stories of the generations before her played in her head. “SquirrelStar?” She asked as she paid more attention to the starry nicheling then she already was, shocked that she could be having a dream with the original leader of WildClan. The nicheling confirmed with a nod but before CanaryStar could launch question after question the leader spoke. “Soon a whisper will sweep across the wilds to bring about a new era” SquirrelStar spoke but the words only confused CanaryStar though she did realize that this was more than a mere dream. “What do you mean by that? Is this talking of a certain nicheling?” She asked but the dream started blurring and blending together causing her to trip over her paws, only able to watch as SquirrelStar faded along with the dream. = CanaryStar woke from her dream with a jolt as she quickly sat up. She noticed the sky was still quite dark with the moon watching over the island. ‘A whisper?’ She recalled what SquirrelStar had said in her vision and only felt more confused as there wasn’t even a nicheling with a name like that to link it to. She wondered if Mossbeetle had the same vision then decided that she would talk to her brother about it when everyone was awake and active. For the moment she looked at the stars with the hope that this wasn’t a bad sign for the clan’s future. Mossbeetle’s ears pricked at the sound of someone stepping into the medicine den. He internally groaned at the thought of Blossompaw coming into the medicine for yet another thorn because she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings due to her complete focus on Crowpaw. He turned around with a snarky remark only for it to die on the tip of his tongue as he saw a nicheling he was not expecting. “Can I talk to you about something?” Hearing his sister’s words he simply nodded and watched as she walked further into the medicine den before sitting down a few tail-lengths away from him. “Did you have any odd dreams lately?” CanaryStar asked with an expression that caused Mossbeetle some concern as he shook his head. “No, did you?” He turned the question back to her which made her look away as she wondered if it was just a silly dream. “I saw SquirrelStar and she told me that ‘a whisper will sweep across the wilds to bring a new era’” CanaryStar admitted making Mossbeetle’s face to twist in confusion at the words. “Wish they weren’t so cryptic” He mumbled making CanaryStar snicker, not really able to disagree with that sentiment at least. “But I have a feeling that ‘the wilds’ could be referencing the clan considering our name, but whisper…” He pointed out before starting to sort herbs as a way to clear his mind as he repeated the word a few times under his breath. “I can’t think of what that could mean, maybe in time I’ll think of something” Mossbeetle said making CanaryStar deflate at the realization that her brother didn’t have any more clue than she did. “Well thanks anyways” CanaryStar said as she rose to her paws, getting a nod in response from the medicine nicheling, before exiting the den to go check on her clanmates instead. “Ugh this is so booooring!” Blossompaw exclaimed for the fifth time since starting this ‘lesson’ of sorts. Mossbeetle was heavily regretting letting his sister talk him into this compromise they had made a few sunrises ago. CanaryStar was worried about the clan losing all their medicinal knowledge and Mossbeetle didn’t want to force an apprentice into the role he was so CanaryStar compromised with him by saying that he should teach them the very basics of herb uses and then let them continue their normal training so they would have at least some knowledge in case Mossbeetle died before getting to train an apprentice. “It may be ‘boooring’ but it’s something you need to learn in case something happens to me, and besides it’s not like I’m making you learn every single herb there is” Mossbeetle sighed out as he used a paw to rub his snout, considering physically throwing his niece out of the medicine den. Blossompaw groaned in annoyance as she tilted her head back which Mossbeetle ignored in favor of trying to continue teaching the two. “Now what is this herb?” He asked, grabbing a leaf and holding it up for the two apprentices to see. “A lead from a poisonous berry bush” Crowpaw answered bringing a ghost of a smile to Mossbeetle’s face as he nodded. “Correct, they’re used to cure sicknesses with coughing symptoms” Blossompaw’s head snapped forward after hearing that. “But wouldn’t something from a ‘poisonous’ berry bush make us sicker?” She said with her snout scrunching in confusion. “It was named that because a nicheling got sick eating the berries from the bush, only the berries and stems are poisonous but the leaves and roots are actually helpful” Mossbeetle answered as he set the leaf back onto the correct pile. “What about the roots?” Crowpaw asked with a tilt of her head as her interest was piqued. “The roots are fed to a nicheling when they’ve ingested something bad like poisonous berries to make them throw it up and get it out of their system” The medicine nicheling said masking his surprise at the fact Crowpaw seemed to be genuinely listening to what he was saying unlike Blossompaw who had turned her head to watch the other nichelings go about their lives outside the den. “Now this is a healing fruit flower” Mossbeetle said as he lifted a dried orange flower up to show to the younger nichelings, ignoring the way his leg hurt from the motion as he knew it was simply age. Crowpaw watched with intense interest while Blossompaw’s gaze flitted around the medicine den in search of something to keep her attention. “It’s extremely important, as it prevents wounds from getting infected” Mossbeetle continued as he continued to hold up the flower for a bit longer before setting it down in the correct pile. “This will be the last one, follow me” Mossbeetle said as he rose to his paws with some difficulty before starting to walk to the medicine den entrance. “Woo! Finally we’re almost free!” Blossompaw’s statement earned her a harsh stare from the medicine den that made her nervously laugh before following behind. Crowpaw was side-by-side with the medicine nicheling in an attempt to figure out what Mossbeetle was showing them next. = It only took a small trek for Mossbeetle to find what he was looking for. “What’s this?” Blossompaw asked as she reached her head forward to sniff at the bright orange fruit, quickly taking a few pawsteps back after getting a whiff of the bitter scent that overwhelmed her senses. “It has a strong scent” Mossbeetle’s words sounded harsh but he glanced at Blossompaw with concern as she coughed due to the harsh smell that she just endured. It was only once she stopped coughing, and looked a bit embarrassed, that he went back to explaining what the fruit was. “This is a healing fruit, it can help save a nicheling on the brink of death” Mossbeetle began as Crowpaw’s ears perked. “Why don’t we have a store of it at camp than?” She asked, wondering why they wouldn’t have such a useful herb on paw at all times. “Because the downside is that it loses its effectiveness very quickly once plucked from the plant so someone grabs it fresh during a bad situation” Mossbeetle explained making Crowpaw nod while Blossompaw rubbed her nose with her paw, still able to faintly ‘smell’ it in her snout. “That’s the basics so you two are free to go now” Mossbeetle said as he decided he had taught the basics to the apprentices. Blossompaw’s reaction was immediate, jumping to her paws with an excited exclamation. “FREEDOM!” She yelled out before darting off in the direction of camp, intent on practicing her battle moves as she loved doing that. Crowpaw watched her go, considering joining her, before noticing Mossbeetle wince as he started walking back in the direction of the medicine den. “Do you need some help?” She offered feeling bad as in her time in the clan she’s noticed that the medicine nicheling has obviously been feeling the tolls of aging, though if she thought on it most of the older nichelings were seeming to have more issues going about their lives now. Mossbeetle’s first reaction was to vehemently deny help as he didn’t want to acknowledge that age was catching up to him but a burst of pain in his front leg made him reconsider. “…Fine” He grumbled but Crowpaw didn’t take it personally, from what she knew he was like that towards everyone he interacted with. Crowpaw let Mossbeetle lean so some of his weight was put onto her before helping him make his way back to the medicine den.

Hello everyone! Yes I'm making ANOTHER new playthrough but in my defense I have a really cool idea, and it just wouldn't mesh well with the already ongoing story of WildClan so new warrior cats playthrough! Though it won't really start like a normal warrior cat playthrough. A NOTE: I am NOT quitting WildClan, I will still be updating that one! (Alright so for reference I’m gonna say that bearyena are actually just hyenas in this playthrough and blue birds are hawks!) - Shellslip breathed heavily as she laid in a shoddily made nest in the grasses of the scorching grasslands, the mixture of the beating sun along with having just given birth to a litter of three kits had made the already tired cat completely exhausted. Yet she looked at the three squeaking bundles of fur by her belly and found she could never be angry at them as she already felt attached despite only knowing them for a small amount of time. She tried to even out her breathing as she reached her head down and groomed the fur on top of one of her newborn kits head. The kit squeaked in protest but couldn’t wiggle far with their brand-new legs. She looked over the three kits and tried to think of names, though thoughts were slow due to her exhaustion. “Sparkkit” She said as she looked at one kit who had a completely dark brown face, only broken up by a large stripe of lighter brown on her ears. “Mudkit” She spoke as she saw one kit had a band of dark brown over his eyes and some of his face along with odd dark brown ear markings. “Hawkkit” She finished naming them as she looked at her last kit, who most closely resembled her with similar markings. She then looked at the grasses with unease, would her old clan find her here? Or had she travelled far enough away to ensure her and her kits survival? She tried her best to just breath deeply and push away the thought, surely she must be safe considering she had fled for moons, island to island to try and make sure there was no way she was followed but her fear persisted. The burning temperatures and toll of giving birth soon caught up to her as she felt her eyes drift shut against her will, causing her to take an unexpected rest as her body forced her to sleep. Enough sunrises had passed for the kits to walk around and play, Shellslip made herself speak enough to teach them a decent vocabulary despite her vocal cords protests as they were rusty from a fair amount of disuse. She kept a careful eye on the young ones as they played and explored the area she had limited them to. “Hey, ow!” The sound of pain put Shellslip on alert as she looked over to see Hawkkit was saying that because his sister Sparkkit had bit his ear pretty hard and was refusing to let go despite his protests. “Yer jus’ mad ‘ou are wosin’” Sparkkit said making Hawkkit let out a low rumble as his tail flicked in irritation at his sister’s antics while Mudkit kept to himself, more interested in batting at a small bug. The two stopped their bickering when a shadow fell over them, causing both kits to look over and see their mom staring at them with a stern glare. Sparkkit quickly let go of her brother’s ear and sat in an attempt to look like a perfectly well behaved kit while Hawkkit used a paw to rub his now sore ear, though not before shooting a glare his sister’s way. “Oh hi mom, we’re just playing!” Sparkkit spoke with her most sweet smile that made Hawkkit stick his tongue out at her. Shellslip just continued to stare at Sparkkit until she shuffled nervously on her paws as she tried to keep up the innocent facade. “Okay okay! I just his ear but he knows me so he should’ve expected it!” Sparkkit huffed as she stomped a paw. “You don’t need to bite my ear every time we play!” Hawkkit argued as he used a paw to shove Sparkkit’s shoulder, causing her to squeak as she lost balance. She got up and used a paw to shove him back harder than he did causing him to fall onto his side. Shellslip put a paw between the two kits to prevent them from continuing to fight and fixed them with a more stern glare that made the two freeze in their tracks as they realized they were in trouble. She then grabbed Sparkkit by the scruff and carried her over to a corner of the cleared grasses before placing her down and staring at her to signal for her to stay there. “Ha! You’re in trouble~” Hawkkit said in a sing-song tone but shut his mouth when he saw Shellslip walk toward him. “No! Not me!” Hawkkit protested as he too was lifted by the scruff and placed him in a corner that was far enough away from his sister to prevent another fight but close enough for her to keep an eye on. Mudkit put a paw over his snout to prevent his giggle from being heard as he glanced around and saw his siblings had gotten into trouble over a petty argument again. He preferred to play by himself and felt he had lucked out in that regard as he almost never got in trouble due to the fact he liked to just play with bugs and stay in one spot. (Quick thing, Sparkkit was saying ‘You’re just mad you’re losing!’ in that one line but it was muffled because she was biting Hawkkit’s ear for anyone confused) It had been a few moons, the kits were almost five moons old already and Shellslip couldn’t believe her kits grew so fast. But older kits mean more meals so she didn’t have time to waste reminiscing. Shellslip did her best to be both swift and stealthy as she slipped through the tall grasses. She hated leaving her kits alone but she couldn’t just let them starve either so she decided the best solution was to leave them in a thick patch of tall grass while she searched for a meal to sustain them at least until the next sunrise. She paused for a moment as the scent of rabill hit her nose before she moved her paws faster towards the source. After stalking closer to the scent she saw a rabill nibbling on some grass, unaware of the fate that was about to befall it. She stalked as close as she could, minding her paws as it wouldn’t do any good to alert her prey of her presence, then she leaped. The rabill’s screech was cut short by a swift bite to the throat that caused it to go limp in Shellslip’s jaw bringing a feeling of victory to the sandy cat as she stood from her crouched position. Just as she began to turn in the direction she had come from a rustling made her freeze in place. The rustling didn’t cease, in fact it came closer and made her slowly turn her body toward the sound with every muscle taut in preparation for a fight. What emerged wasn’t some vicious beast but instead another cat, shaking their pelt and grumbling about something that Shellslip didn’t really care about as her mind was filled with the thought of this cat being a danger to her kits. “You’re looking at me like I’m a hyena that’s gonna tear ya apart” The cat spoke equal parts amused and annoyed, as Shellslip eyed the other cat it was noted that they didn’t put their right paw down making her wonder if it was injured. “Just stare at my paw, not as if that’s rude or anything” The cat’s words made Shellslip’s gaze snap back up to their face instead as her muscles still remained tight in case this would turn into a confrontation as she held tight on the rabill in her jaws. “I’m not gonna take yer food or hurt ya, you can stop lookin’ at me like that” The other cat spoke as any amusement slipped off their face in favor of pure annoyance. “I’m Antblossom, there” The cat gave their name, wondering if this cat was just gonna stare all sunhigh. “…Shellslip” Shellslip spoke quietly, wondering why a cat that seemed like a clan cat was out here by themselves, were they from her old clan? The thought made her queasy but upon reflection she remembered that no cat matched that name, nor did this cat look like anyone she remembered. “You’ve got kits don’t ya?” The words caused Shellslip’s fur to bristle as she wondered how this cat knew, were they exposed? Did she not hide them well enough, or did this cat already hurt them? Her claws unsheathed as her eyes narrowed into a glare that only seemed to amuse Antblossom. “I see, well that explains the hostility” Antblossom spoke with a hum as she realized why this cat seemed to cautious. “I may have been called fox-hearted before but I’m not so cruel as to hurt a kit” Antblossom said with a scowl, she could be harsh but she would never stoop to such a disgusting thing. “How about this, I help you hunt and provide for your kits and you let me stay with ya?” The offer made Shellslip glare once more at the thought of some unknown cat being near her kits but Antblossom wouldn’t give up easily. “I mean you’re obviously alone and hunting in the heat of this place would be exhausting, I may be a bit older but I ain’t so weak that I can’t help ya hunt for the tiny ones” Antblossom pressed, trying to use the one weakness she knew of this cat to her advantage. And it seemed to be working as Shellslip considered it, she hated the thought of this unknown cat being around her kits but this cat was right, she couldn’t push herself to hunt in this scorching sunlight every sunrise without consequences eventually catching up to her. After some mental debate she looked Antblossom in the eye and gave a hesitant nod making the older cat grin as she realized that worked to her favor. Shellslip them turned around and started walking towards where her kits were, with AntBlossom in tow. = Shellslip scraped her claws on a tree in a specific pattern as she got close to where her kits were hidden, she had developed a certain pattern of sounds to tell the kits that it was her so they wouldn’t pop out at a bad time. It worked like a charm as the three kits burst out of the bundle of grass and bounded over to their mom. Well Mudkit was the only one who appeared out of the grass peacefully, Hawkkit had tried to run to their mom first but got shoved out of the way by Sparkkit as she raced over to Shellslip before skidding to a stop in front of her. “Hi mom!” She greeted as she bounced around her mom’s paws, almost tripping her in the process as she made her way to the middle of the tiny clearing to place the rabill down. “Who’s that?” Hawkkit asked with a skeptical tone as he stood between his family and Antblossom, who laughed at Hawkkit’s courage. “I’m Antblossom kit, guess you’re gonna chase me out if I do somethin’ wrong huh?” The older cat asked with a tone of amusement that Hawkkit scowled at as he unsheathed his claws before taking a step towards her. “Don’t laugh, I’m gonna be the toughest cat to walk!” Hawkkit spat as he swiped at Antblossom, who barely moved to dodge the kit’s attempt of an attack. “Sure ya are” She simply responded before looking over to see Sparkkit and Mudkit already crowding around the rabill. “I’m sure you’d have to eat to do that, which ya won’t if ya don’t get to the food before yer siblings do” She spoke making Hawkkit’s gaze snap over to the rabill. “Hey!” He said as he turned around but not before sending Antblossom a glare. Shellslip watched as her kits ate to make sure no one took too much of their sibling’s share, especially a certain rambunctious kit. Antblossom decided to watch from the edge of the clearing as she knew getting to close while a cat is eating may not end well, not to mention she wasn’t exactly best pals with these cats either at the moment.

A moon had passed and Clam closed her eyes as she drifted across the surface of the water, looking at the clouds that drifted by in the sky while floating on her back. She occasionally kicked her hind legs to move across the shimmering surface causing ripples to form across the calm waters. Her calm was forgotten as she heard Trout mutter to herself. “How do you relax like this?” She muttered as she once again tried to glance into the water below from her position floating on her back, she had agreed to this because Clam had said it was the easiest way for her to calm her mind. Trout decided that this was no way to relax, at least in her mind. Seeing her struggle, Clam used her legs and tail to drift in Trout’s direction. “You can’t keep thinking about what’s under the water, and besides that’s why we’re near the shallows” Clam said as she drifted by Trout, looking at her unnerved expression. “The most dangerous thing that comes by the shallows are leeches and I haven’t seen any” She continued while reaching a paw out to gently place on Trout’s shoulder making the other nicheling relax a little bit at the contact. “…Do you trust me?” Clam asked, having an idea of how to soothe the other nicheling’s fears. “Yeah?” Trout said confused as she felt that the answer was obvious. Clam then reached one of her paws around Trout’s shoulders and rested her paw on her other shoulder causing the two to be pulled close enough that Trout’s face was almost pressed against Clam’s, making Trout more flustered than she’d like to admit. “This way I’m right next to you to make sure that nothing dangerous can get you” Clam explained as she just let the two of them float idly along the water surface, though her scaly skin felt warm despite the cool water. Trout didn’t say anything but just nodded as she didn’t trust her voice at the moment. It was enough for Clam as she gently kicked her legs to push the two across the water before letting them idle again. After some time Trout felt a sense of security and drowsiness and ended up slowly drifting off, and in her sleepy state she rested her head against Clam’s shoulder making Clam fight the urge to flinch from shock before relaxing and glancing at her with a soft smile before going back to keeping her senses sharp. Reed darted through a stone archway with Shark right behind her, the two swimming as fast as they could through their own obstacle course made from the natural formations under the waves. Reed flicked her tail to try and hit Shark in the snout but he knew better this time and dodged it before using it to his advantage as he pushed himself to swim faster and try to get ahead of her. Reed was stunned for a moment but quickly regained her senses and kicked faster to catch up to him, leaving the two neck and neck as they tried to get ahead. Both of them noticed the ‘finish line’, a large rock that sat on the sandy sea floor, at the same time and glanced at each other before putting all their strength into swimming as fast as they could. A large cloud of sand was kicked up behind them from the force of their tails beating against the water as they tunnel-visioned on the goal, neither of them wanting to lose to the other. Once they passed the goal the two swiftly swam to the surface so they could speak. “I won!” Reed said causing Shark to narrow his eyes at her statement. “No you didn’t, I obviously won considering my snout crossed the rock first” Shark argued as he was sure he had been the winner. “I went by the rock way faster than you did there’s no way you won” Reed said as her snout scrunched at the idea of being the loser while Shark scoffed. “It was a tie at best” He said with a huff making Reed scowl. “Alright than we do a rematch so I can prove that you’re just a sore loser” Reed challenged making Shark consider it before catching the sun out of the corner of his eye. “Not right now” He said making Reed smirk. “Why? Scared to accept your fate as a loser?” She asked in a sing-song tone which made Shark scowl at her before shaking his head. “No, the sun is setting and you know how Clam can be if we’re not back by sunset” Shark’s words caused Reed to glance over and notice the sun’s descent. “I suppose, well we’ll do a rematch later than where I’ll prove I’m the best” Reed said making Shark stare for a few moments before having an idea that made him grin. “Race you there!” He said before suddenly darting towards the pack’s home causing Reed to splutter before recovering and yelling. “And you call me a cheater!” Before speeding to catch up to the other nicheling who just found it amusing. = Shark emerged from the water first but before he could cheer his victory he noticed Clam, who was looking at him with a startled expression, and Trout with the latter being asleep. He couldn’t stop a small snicker from bubbling out as he saw the scene causing Clam’s face to sour in embarrassment at the other nicheling’s laughter. When Reed emerged she prepared to throw a snarky comment at Shark but was stopped by him putting a paw on her mouth causing her to scoff and shove his paw away. “What was that fo-” Shark put his paw on her mouth again before pointing over to Clam and Trout causing her to gape in shock before an insufferably smug smile appeared on her face. “Just give her a shell at this point” Reed said making Clam’s eyes shoot open before glancing at Trout to make sure she was still sleeping. Trout let out a small snore but showed no signs of waking making Clam sigh in relief before turning her gaze back to the two teasing nichelings were quietly snickering at Clam’s embarrassment. “Just go race or something” Clam grumbled trying to made sure the two heard her while also not waking Trout. Reed pretended to contemplate it making Clam’s stare turn into more of a glare as she looked right at the offending nicheling. Shark just grinned as he watched the whole interaction, finding the whole thing entertaining. “We’ll watch for threats, enjoy a nap with your practically-mate” Shark said with a grin that Clam would argue is completely insufferable. “Fine” Clam relented and looked at the sky. She relaxed and slowly started to drift off to the sound of quiet talking and snickers.

Now it's time to surface and see what's up with the more land-bound pack of our playthrough! - The other group had named themselves as an echo of their former pack as well, calling themselves the Gale Pack to respect their old pack while making their own identity. “Confess confess confess, c’mon!” Maple, a dark red-furred nicheling with a bushy tail, has considered murdering her best friend at LEAST twelve times as she kept trying to push her to confess. Yes she may have a circle of twined grass with a few dried healing fruit blooms at the ready but she wants to make sure this confession is perfect and it won’t be if it’s rushed. Maple batted at the other nicheling’s snout with sheathed claws to express her annoyance only causing the other one to cackle in response and shove her paw away. Azalea, a bright red-furred nicheling with ram horns and a clawed paw, was more amused than anything with her best friend’s hesitance on confessing ‘too soon’ though she was getting annoyed as she had been planning for almost three moons now. “What if you never get the chance because something happens though? Wouldn’t you hate to never get your feelings out?” Azalea prompted as she stared at Maple making her squeeze her eyes shut in annoyance as she considered the other nicheling’s words. “But what if my words come out messy and I mess everything up?” Maple snapped back, Azalea didn’t really react to the harsh tone of her words as she responded. “Well at least you won’t live your life in suspense” Azalea said making Maple squeeze her eyes shut for a few moments before opening them with a groan of misery. “I…fine, but if it goes wrong I’m blaming you” Azalea’s eyes flew open in shock before processing what her friend said. “Deal!” She agreed readily as she felt like this would go well. Maple hesitated before grabbing the twined grass and going to the clearing to try and find her crush. Maple heavily considered turning around and not confessing for the rest of her life when she entered the small clearing and saw that every single member of the pack was there. Failing a confession? Bad enough, but failing in front of her whole pack? Absolutely crushing and mortifying. But when she glanced back Azalea gave her an encouraging grin though it was lined with sympathy as she also noticed the group of nichelings that were there. Maple brushed her claws through her fur and adjusted the fur on her face, taking a deep breath before squaring her posture into her usual confident one and walking over to her crush like she had all the guts in the world. Zinnia, a pink nicheling with long, spiraling horns turned his head as he heard the sound of someone approaching him. “Ah Maple, what can I do for you on this fine sunrise?” Zinnia asked before noticing the twined circle of grass Maple held in her jaws. “That’s quite a beautiful thing, who would it happen to be for?” He asked despite having an idea considering she had approached him, but he was giving her a chance to rethink it considering he didn’t think he was the best choice. Maple focused her eyes only on Zinnia as a way to ignore the stares she could feel burning into her pelt, focusing instead on taking a moment to muster all her courage before holding the accessory with one paw. “I’ve made it for you, your agility and charm have worked their wonders on me to the point I’ve fallen for you deeper than the sea’s depths and am hoping you feel even a small fraction of the affection I do” Maple recited the words that she had been practicing with Azalea for moons, internally thanking Azalea for the idea now though she had been mortified by it at first. “…That is a fancy way to ask someone to be your mate” Zinnia spoke after a silence that felt like seasons on Maple’s end. “I’m supposing that’s a no” Maple said with casual confidence that implied that she wasn’t bothered but inside her heart clenched painfully at the idea of rejection. Zinnia shook his head in response. “No, I’ll accept I was just commenting on how fancy it was” He said making Maple’s brain crash for a few moments as she processed his words. “Oh! Well than here” Maple said as she held out the neck accessory to Zinnia, who took it and put his head through the circle so it fell around his neck in a neat and beautiful manner. Maple’s grin was almost arrogant on the outside but her heart burst with affection as she saw the one she loved wearing the accessory she had painstakingly crafted with her own two paws. Zinnia used a paw to bring the accessory closer to his face to better admire the gift. He looked at the neatly twined grasses that trapped dried blooms tight enough to prevent them falling with every step yet loose enough to not damage them. He knows that his feelings are nowhere near as strong as Maple’s but he can’t deny the pull he feels whenever she’s around, he can admire her confidence in everything she does along with the fact she never lets herself fall behind on her duties in the pack. “Maybe we could…walk around?” Zinnia asked, trying to think of some sort of activity for the two to do as a way to bond now. “Sure” Maple answered casually though her perked ears gave away her excitement at the idea, following Zinnia as he led her out of the clearing. Sequoia, a dark reddish-brown furred nicheling with very fluffy fur and ram horns, was currently grinning ear to ear as they looked at the newly-made couple leave before looking over at their friend. “Did you see that?! I knew those two had feelings for each other!” Their voice came out in an excited burst that made their friend flinch in a way that made Sequoia wince and quiet their volume. “Sorry” They whispered as their ears lowered with an apologetic smile. “It’s fine” Hop, a brown-furred nicheling with quills, replied as he felt embarrassment at the fact he reacted so strongly to the raise in volume. “I’ve never been good at telling when others have crushes on each other so I guess it was a surprise to me” He said with a nervous grin as he reached a paw up to idly itch at his mane before putting it back down. “Not everyone can, I mean those two obviously didn’t” Hop snickered at his friend’s comment as it was a bit funny in hindsight. “Would you ever have a mate?” Sequoia’s question caused Hop to choke on air making him cough for a bit, which heavily concerned Sequoia, before even preparing himself to answer. “I mean, maybe?” He answered honestly before considering the question more. “I’d like to but no one’s caught my eye as of yet” Hop admitted a bit bashful as he knew many nichelings would’ve at least tried to date someone by now. “That’s fine, it’s not for everyone” Sequoia said making Hop have a small smile before he considered something else. “Why do you ask?” Hop asked as he tried to puzzle together a reason himself. “Honestly I’m just curious” Sequoia answered honestly as they just wanted to know, they liked to know whatever they could about the nichelings close to them from the big things to the tiny tidbits. “What about you? Would you ever want a mate?” Hop turned the question around tempararily stunning Sequoia for a few moments before considering it themself. “I’ve tried to have mates here and there, but nothing really solid, there were no neck accessories traded or anything, no one ever felt like ‘the one’ you know?” Sequoia admitted with a contemplative look on their face as they looked off into the distance. “I’m sure you’ll find the one some sunrise, and if you don’t then the pack loves you even if it’s not in the same way as a mate would” Hop spoke after taking some time to figure out the best way to phrase his thoughts, it seemed to work as Sequoia’s face lit up in a smile again when they looked over at Hop. “You’re right, mate or not the pack will always have my back” Sequoia agreed letting the two settle into a comfortable silence.

That's fair- They're a blast to write as their interactions come naturally to me! Currently writing the next part so hopefully you'll also enjoy the other nichelings :3

Time to dip our feet into the playthrough with the first group of nichelings! We'll alternate between the two groups unless something really important is happening that requires us to focus on a single one for multiple posts. - Both groups had named their groups in a similar vein to their old pack as a sort of memorial of the packs they came from as a way of honoring them. So the group of sea-faring nichelings decided to name themselves the Tidepool Pack in honor of their former pack. “I win! Just as I expected” Reed, a dark brown nicheling with a cracker jaw, said as soon as she surfaced, smug about the fact she’d won the swimming race against Shark. Shark, a red nicheling with orange stripes, surfaced with a shake of his head before rolling his eyes at the other nicheling. “Only because you hit me in the face with your tail cheater” Shark scowled as he swiped at Reed, she just casually moved out of the way as she knew he wouldn’t actually hurt her over losing a race, would he be grumpy for the rest of the day? Sure but that’s about it and the whole pack knew it. Which is exactly why Clam, A reddish-brown nicheling with a large fluffy tail, didn’t move a claw when she heard the two bickering as she knew nothing serious would come of it. Clam was the leader of the pack as this point as she had been better at leading them and keeping them safe than any other member of the group, even Reed respected her even if she did tend to cause trouble from time to time. “Well there were no rules against it so it ain’t cheating!” Reed argued as she swam over before settling against a rock that was sticking out of the water. “I thought it would’ve just been common sense to not hit someone in the snout during a race but I guess I should’ve known better when it comes to you” Shark said making Reed narrow her eyes before getting an idea. Shark noticed the mischievous glint in Reed’s eyes but before he could figure it out he had to splutter as he suddenly got a heaping of seawater launched at his face. “HEY!” Shark snapped in agitation after spitting out the mouthful of seawater before fixing Reed with a glare that would probably terrify a nicheling that didn’t know him. “I thought you’d be used to seawater by now” Reed smirked as she stared him in the eye making Shark’s expression sour further before an idea came to him. Reed flinched back in surprise when Shark just vanished under the waves instead of saying anything. After a bit she leaned closer to the water in mild concern but jolted when she felt something slimy touch her face, causing her to slip and fall into the water. She flailed for a few moments before freeing herself and seeing what it was. A bit embarrassed and flustered at her reaction she quickly surfaced to see Shark and even Clam snickering at her. “Did you stick seaweed on my snout?!” Reed screeched as her shoulder-fins twitched with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance at the other nicheling’s actions. “It’s good for you, you should thank me for the free snack” Shark grinned as his expression mirrored the smug one Reed had on earlier. “You’re just bitter I won” Reed settled on before turning her head away with a huff, only making Shark laugh harder which she chose to ignore. After some silence Clam suddenly spoke up catching the other nicheling’s attention. “Have either of you seen Trout recently? She said she’d be back by sunset” Clam said turning Shark’s attention towards the sun and noticing that it was indeed casting an orange glow over the rippling waves. Reed looked around before thinking to put her head underwater and turning her snout in a few directions before pulling her head back up. “No” Reed said as she didn’t recall seeing her since they all woke up. Clam’s face twisted in concern upon hearing those words as she stood up from her spot laying on a flat rock. “I’ll look for her” Shark offered making Clam look at him with consideration before nodding, which was all the confirmation Shark needed.Reed and Clam watched Shark vanish under the water, silently deciding to stick around in case Trout came back so she didn’t find an empty shore. - Shark swiftly swam through the water, throwing his gaze around as he searched for any signs of the daydreaming nicheling, feeling dread build in his chest the longer he went without any indicators. He weaved through patches of seaweed and past scattering swarms of fish as he made his way further into the depths. He peeked past a cluster of seaweed, jolting in shock at a sudden movement that made him ready himself for a battle before realizing that the short thin-furred tail was familiar. He slowly swam in a circle so he was in front of the reddish-brown nicheling with orange spots, as to not scare her. Trout flinched despite his attempts to make his presence obvious, dropping the shell she was holding in the process, before realizing that the nicheling was one she knew. She looked at his with a tilt of her head in a silent question as they couldn’t speak underwater. Shark flicked his tail in a ‘follow me’ gesture causing Trout to hesitate and longingly glance at the shell she dropped before following Shark and leaving the shell to sit in the sand. Clam almost tripped over her own paws as she rushed to swim over to Trout when the two appeared. “Why were you so late, you weren’t hurt were you?” Clam said as she checked Trout for any signs of an injury which made her a bit flustered so she swam a few tail-lengths away before answering. “I’m fine, I just lost track of time I guess, sorry” Trout apologized as she looked away from Clam who sighed in a worried way. “Keep track of the sun better, I thought you’d gotten hurt or trapped” Clam said making Trout’s ears droop in shame. “I will” Trout promised with a crooked smile. Reed and Shark watched the two interact with different expressions but a fairly similar feeling. Both nichelings agreed that it was painfully obvious that the two had mutual crushes on each other but it seemed like they were the only ones who didn’t notice and felt a small piece of them die a little each time they see the two interact. They even had a deal where depending on who confessed the loser would have to find the winner a shiny pearl simply due to how hard they are to find. “I was so close to winning” Shark grumbled after the two had swam a fair distance from the shore where Trout and Clam were interacting so they would be out of earshot. “What do you mean?” Reed asked as she turned her attention towards Shark instead as he sighed. “Trout was holding a shell, you know what that means” He groaned in annoyance as he laid his head on the rock that was jutting out from the waves only causing Reed to cackle which caught the attention of the two shore nichelings. “Just about our next race!” Reed yelled in response when Clam yelled to ask what she was laughing about, causing the leader’s attention to return to Trout. “And you didn’t wait long enough to win the deal?” Reed asked after making sure Clam and Trout were distracted with talking to each other again. “Well Clam and you were worried so I made sure to bring her back as quickly as I could” Shark replied causing Reed to scoff. “Becuase you totally weren’t worried either” Reed drawled out sarcastically making Shark glare at her but not say a word in defense because he couldn’t deny it. - “Guess I just tend to get stuck in my head a lot” Trout said with a nervous laugh as she glanced towards the sandy shore instead of the concerned nicheling in front of her. “I’ll go with you next time than” Clam said making Trout’s head snap towards the other nicheling. “No!” The sudden raise in volume stunned Clam into silence at the uncharacteristic loudness that the usually quiet nicheling spoke with. “Er I mean I just like being alone sometimes” Trout tried to correct herself but realized that might’ve sounded bad. “Not that you’re bad company I just- I uh-” Clam cut her off before Trout could’ve further dug herself deeper. “It’s fine I’m not offended” Clam said with a chuckle feeling mildly amused at Trout’s attempts to correct her phrasing. “I know you’re not a social nicheling and I get it, I just want you to be safe” Clam continued making Trout’s heart beat faster, which she desperately tried to ignore at the moment. A sudden cackling noise startled both nichelings, whipping their heads toward the sound only to notice it was from a far away Reed. “What are you laughing so hard about?” Clam yelled to make sure the two nichelings in the distance could hear her. After getting the response Clam could only shake her head in an exasperated yet amused way. “Those two compete over everything don’t they?” Trout said as she watched the two talk for a few seconds before looking over at Clam, who was already looking at her. “Yeah, seems more like they’re trying to impress each other rather than anything else” Clam said with a chuckle which caused the both of them to quietly snicker at the two competitive nicheling’s constant contests against each other.

Time for a brand new playthrough! I really love writing the worldbuilding for this one so I hope y'all can enjoy it! No screenshots yet as this first post will just be some worldbuilding stuff because 1. I'm very excited about it and 2. It'll feel less cluttered. - The Ocean Pack and the Sky Pack live on the Starry Isles, with the Ocean Pack living among the waves and along the shore while the Sky Pack roam the grasses and among the trees of the inland with the two packs having made a truce many seasons ago to keep peace. The Sea Pack is known for their swimming prowess and ability to find worms or easily crack open clams, with water body being a common trait but those who don’t have it instead stick to the shores where they can swim for short bursts before returning to the sands. They have a feast when new life is brought into the pack, where a large variety of seafood is brought into a pile on the shore’s edge so all of the pack’s nichelings can eat, talk, and even play until sunrise. They also preform swimming contests to see what nichelings are the fastest when there are calm waters, the contests can be for fun or for prizes like rare food or shiny pearls. When a Sea Pack nicheling wants to confess their romantic feelings to another nicheling it is tradition for the confessing nicheling to carve their own design into a seashell to present to the other to prove that they mean it. The Sky pack is known for their strength and battle prowess along with their tendency to live in open fields, though pups, elderly members, and those who are afraid of living in the open live in dug out dens instead. Wings and bigger bodies are common but there are also more lean nichelings who are known for being more swift and agile in the pack. The Sky pack have a feast to celebrate a nicheling recovering from a bad injury especially if they gain a scar from it, they gather a large amount of roots, meat, and acorns for the pack to eat as they relax and do what they want for the day. They have spars both as a way to keep skills sharp and also to have fun, it may just be for fun or the winner could get a prize like rare food or something like a blue bird feather or even a bearyena claw as a trophy. When a Sky Pack nicheling wants to confess they are supposed to make a neck accessory made with various plant life like vines, grass, and flowers to prove that they are willing to go the extra mile for the one they are confessing to. = Most members of the packs are happy with staying on the Starry Isles but some want to go somewhere new, somewhere that they haven’t lived their entire lives, and some don’t want to be without those who want to wander. So two small group of each pack ended up saying their goodbyes before leaving to find their own home, though the groups departed at different times meaning they weren’t aware of the other’s existence. With them they brought their former packs traditions and culture as they explored, hopping island to island with the intent of finding somewhere new yet similar enough that they would keep their traditions. Both small groups made their home on the same island though they were unaware of the other residing there due to staying on different places of the island.

Yeah I honestly wasn't attached to the characters yet due to it being so brand new, but this new plauthrough I'm writing is honestly really fun for me to write (I love worldbuilding so much sometimes-) so I have that to motivate me until I figure out how to continue WildClan's plot! :3

So uh I was clearing out my browser data because it was making the browser lag and uh I kinda...forgot that most of my playthrough notes (Character traits, backstories, worldbuilding stuff, etc.) are written on an online site that stores its data ON THE BROWSER so I may have lost several playthroughs worth of stuff, EXCEPT WildClan because I had scooted a back-up of it over to a different browser 'just in case, though I doubt I'll need it!' so uh at least I have that because if I lost that one I straight up might've cried- So now I'm debating whether or not to continue the playthrough I just made yesterday because while it is brand new in the background I had over 5,000 words of worldbuilding and character backstories and cannot for the life of me remember all of that and didn't get to really let all the nicheling's personalities ~shine~ yet. So I might just make a new playthrough for now until I decide whether or not I want to re-write all that.

Yep I'm making another one! I just had a great story idea so I had to make a new playthrough for it, hope y'all enjoy! - The nine packs of the Imagination Isles were gathered to celebrate the Long-Life Feast, an event where the packs live in peace for a day to celebrate new and old life in the packs. It’s a day filled with eating, socializing, playing, and even fun challenges that both old and young nichelings can participate in. They all gather on an island with a dormant volcano laying in the middle, considering it to be sacred and the reason the packs can thrive which is why the event is held around it. Nichelings of all nine packs were having fun and socializing, well the social ones were anyway. Breeze pack, Shore pack, Scorch pack, Earth pack, Storm pack, Bloom pack, Solar pack, and Lunar pack were all gathered in celebration of newborn pups and elders in each pack with every pack having their own stories to regale. A sudden rumbling in the ground caused a wave of alarm to go through the gathered nichelings as they tried to figure out what was happening but before anyone could guess the volcano erupted! Chunks of flaming rock and lava spewed out of the peaceful volcano and smog started to fill the air causing shrieks of panic and swarms of confused nichelings to desperately attempt to scatter at the sudden danger. Nichelings rushed for the stones that allowed them to enter and exit the island but it was quickly found out that the rumbling had offset the stones and made it so that once the stones had been used enough times they tipped and sunk into the sea, stranding many nichelings that couldn’t swim. Water-able nichelings quickly vanished into the sea and started to swim and winged nichelings took to the skies as they realized that the stones were out of commission and no longer an option. Parents rushed their terrified pups across the stones and others helped the older nichelings make haste. But a large majority were trapped on the island with no way out leading to desperation as no nicheling wanted to be left behind to die. Some land nichelings tried to leave by sea only to end up digging their own watery grave while others huddled together in terror and waited for the inevitable as the lava crawled down the side of the volcano like a stalking predator. The result was the breaking of the packs as they were and leaving only remnants of the former packs in their wake, the only living ones being lone wanderers or groups that were only a shadow of the size of the old packs. - - This is one such group, an amalgamation of the old packs with each member formerly being a part of a different one, leading to a lot of confusion and perhaps even disdain between certain members. “And you’re saying I shouldn’t be the temporary leader?” Canyon, a brown-furred nicheling with a bat-like snout, said with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion as he looked over at the nicheling he was arguing with. Tiger Lily, a brown nicheling with red spots and water body, scowled at Canyon and aggressively shook her head in disagreement. “You’re far too pessimistic, a good leader needs to be able to look on the bright side sometimes, not to mention that things have to be done a certain way” Tiger Lily responded with far more agitation as her tail lashed behind her while trying to stare down the other nicheling, who simply tilted his head back with a sigh as he wondered if being in a group instead of being alone was a good idea. Burn, a reddish-orange-furred nicheling with ram horns, watched the two argue with flattened ears as they wished those two wouldn’t argue so much over the whole ‘leadership’ thing. They jolted when they felt a paw touch their shoulder causing Shiver, a grey-furred nicheling with a red mane and blue eyes, to retract their paw as quickly as they placed it on the other nicheling’s shoulder before offering an apologetic smile. Burn tried their best to return it as they noticed who it was. Smog, a black-furred nicheling with a fishing tail and velvet paw, talked to Wisp, a cream-colored nicheling with red patterning and water body, about whatever came to mind as soon as she realized that the two ‘leaders’ were arguing again and would probably be at it for some time. Wisp started talking about the crabbit that crawled onto shore as he pointed at it making Smog quickly jump on the topic and starting a new conversation to the two’s endless chatter. Eclipse, a black-furred nicheling with ram horns and a brown mane, had been trying and kind of failing to make long-standing conversation with Shell, a brown-furred nicheling with a digging paw, as he waited for Tiger Lily and Canyon to stop arguing. Eclipse quit after hearing Shell only give short, though polite, answers to his questions and attempts of chatting, instead focusing on watching the two argue with a bit of exasperation at how often the two argue. He instead went over to talk to Spark, A beige-furred nicheling with antennae, who was much more talkative. Eclipse was tempted to just take a nap because while it had been peaceful for a little bit Canyon and Tiger Lily were arguing AGAIN and he wondered if having these two stay in the group would ruin it later down the line. It wasn’t hard to see that the others shared his disdain of the two arguing as even Wisp looked annoyed at this point, quite a feat considering his usually cheery personality. “Can you two stop arguing for like, a single day?!” Spark spoke first causing Tiger Lily and Canyon to both look over at the annoyed nicheling. “Deciding where we live is a huge decision and shouldn’t be taken lightly!” Tiger Lily said obviously intending her harsh words for the nicheling next to her which only caused him to grumble. “We can’t take forever to choose either, we don’t have the food for that so settling in a place like this would be the best choice” Canyon argued as he pointed out the lack of food the group had been dealing with for the past few days. “I’d be fine with this place as long as it makes you two stop arguing about it” Eclipse sighed as he started to clear grass without waiting for any type of go-ahead as he just wanted to sleep at this point. Tiger Lily’s tail lashed but she just turned around and started to rip out bundles of grass as well, relenting as she realized there was almost no way she was winning this battle at the moment. But she promised herself that she would end up being the leader of this group so everything ran smoothly and was well planned out. The other nicheling’s relief was palpable, with Burn’s body practically deflating in relief as they realized that there wouldn’t be anymore conflict for the moment. The nichelings spent the rest of the daylight helping to clear out grasses in their own ways. Tiger Lily, Canyon, and Shell were the most efficient about it though no one really saw Shell until it was time to sleep. Burn and Shiver were silently helping each other pull out the tougher bundles of grass as they felt no need to talk and preferred the comfortable silence. Wisp, Smog, and Spark were trying their best but ended up laughing and chatting more than helping with clean-up while Eclipse lazily plucked bundles at a leisurely pace. By the time darkness stretched over the grasslands all nine nichelings were exhausted but a good enough area was cleared for them to settle down for the night. After some discussion it was decided that they would sleep fairly close for safety but needed a nicheling to stand guard while the other slept, Shell quickly offered to take up the position which caused the others to promise that she could sleep as long as she wanted the next day which she thanked them for before starting her duty. Though they stuck somewhat close Burn did keep at least a few tail-lengths between them and the rest of the pile, though they didn’t protest Shiver’s offer to sleep next to them. All the nichelings settled down after a few nichelings were warned that it was time to sleep not to chat and all drifted off to sleep.

Felt motivated so y'all get two WildClan updates in a row! Our nichelings are getting older though and I am Afraid- (Not me messing up the colors in the last update-) - “Hello there little one” After a bit of exploring a voice caused Blossompaw to jump a tail-length in the air before swiftly turning on her paws only to see a lean yellow nicheling with grey spots looking at her. “Who are you?” Blossompaw asked defensively as she took a step back, feeling like something about this nicheling was wrong in a way she couldn’t put her paw on. “My name is Spottedfrost, what’s yours?” The nicheling asked as he sat down to make himself appear less threatening to the apprentice. “Blossompaw” The apprentice answered as she glanced around the area before turning her attention back to this new nicheling. “Where am I?” She asked with a confused yet curious expression making Spottedfrost grin. “Well you’re dreaming but I am real” Spottedfrost explained which only served to further confuse Blossompaw, her face scrunching as she tried to puzzle together what that meant. “Well you want to be the best warrior of WildClan right?” Spottedfrost asked making Blossompaw perk up at the idea. “Of course! What does that have to do with you?” Blossompaw asked as she tilted her head at the older nicheling which he responded to easily. “You’ve been sent here because I can help with that, I can train you in ways that would surprise the rest of your clan and give you secret tricks that they wouldn’t know” Blossompaw’s eyes practically sparkled upon hearing Spottedfrost’s words as she realized this could give her the boost she needs to truly be the best warrior she can be, especially considering that her mentor, Robinbriar, was still gloomy from her break-up. “Why would you want me to become the best warrior?” Blossompaw asked as she realized it was a bit odd for this nicheling to want her to succeed despite having just met her. “That’s simple, your current mentor isn’t exactly in the best…state of mind to teach you and if no one else teaches you your ceremony may be pushed back and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that right?” Spottedfrost prompted with a sympathetic expression while Blossompaw thought about it, the thought of being made a warrior late because of her mentor made her afraid. How would she prove she’s the best warrior if she gets her name late? Looking up towards Spottedfrost she nodded at his prompting, making the yellow nicheling smile wide as he realized she had accepted his training. “Great! We’ll meet here in your dreams every night to sharpen your skills as a great warrior so you’ll be named in no time” Spottedfrost promised making the apprentice perk up, ready to train right at that moment. “Alright let’s go!” Blossompaw said as she put herself into a fighting position making Spottedfrost laugh a bit. “I appreciate the enthusiasm but we’ll have to wait to start training, you’ll have to wake up in a little bit” Spottedfrost said making Blossompaw deflate for a moment before perking back up. “Alright but we start next time I sleep!” Blossompaw demanded making Spottedfrost nod. “Of course, see you” Spottedfrost said which was the last thing she saw in her dream. = Blossompaw woke up in her nest again but the dream she had was fresh in her memory making her think. Maybe it was just a silly dream but what could it hurt to try, it might make her the best warrior in WildClan and that thought alone carried her through her duties. Twigpaw was feeling a lot of conflicting emotions at the moment. His dad and mom died with in few sunrises of each other and it brought a swarm of feelings that he had no idea how to truly deal with. His mentor’s oddly perceptive nature was something that Twigpaw flip-flopped between appreciating and absolutely despising, currently he was resisting the urge to claw his mentor directly on the snout for it. “It’s okay if you need some time off of training to properly grieve your parents Twigpaw” Daisyfall said as he kept pace with the apprentice as he tried to move faster as a way of avoiding this conversation entirely. “Their deaths must of hurt, especially your mother though I imagine your father’s death is probably a mixed pile of emotions for you” He continued only making Twigpaw more irritated at his mentor’s well-meaning intentions, all he wanted to do was pretend it never happened and not training would only make him think about it more. “Let’s just get this patrol over with” Twigpaw said in a snippy tone as he continued to walk, keeping his senses sharp for any sign of a rabill. Daisyfall considered pushing further for the apprentice to take a break but decided to cave and shrugged as he instead focused on trying to find any sign of prey in the area. Twigpaw’s ears twitched as he heard a faint rustle. ‘Perfect, that has to be something to hunt’ He thought to himself as he split away from his mentor to follow the source of the rustling. As he got closer he made sure to crouch and slowly stalk towards the rabill, as that was the scent that hit his nose upon getting closer, carefully placing each paw to ensure he didn’t make a sound. He made sure to calculate his jump right before pouncing, catching the rabill completely off guard as he gave it a swift bite to the neck to end it before it had a chance to flee. He rose to his full height as the rabill hung limp in his jaws. “Good catch” Daisyfall praised as he walked over with his own prey in tow but Twigpaw didn’t even acknowledge it as he strode past his mentor in the direction of camp. Daisyfall let out a small sigh as he watched the apprentice go but didn’t take it personally as he knew the younger nicheling must be hurting. All the nichelings of the clan were gathered in preparation for the ceremony to come with whispers being shared among clanmates as they discussed their own ideas for what name would be given. Even Tigerthorn was sitting among the other nichelings, surprising considering that he had all but detached from the other members of the clan after Redpaw’s passing. “We’re gathered to welcome a new warrior into WildClan, Twigpaw please step forward” Twigpaw did as he was told, stepping in front of CanaryStar as she stood on top of her rock. “You have trained hard to learn the ways of the warrior and feel you deserve your warrior name” CanaryStar spoke as she looked over the gathered nichelings before her gaze settled on Twigpaw as he simply stared back. “By the power of StarClan I give you your warrior name, you will be known as Twigstrike for your hunting prowess and boldness” CanayStar announced causing the members of WildClan to cheer Twigstrike’s new name which brought some warmth to his heart as he felt the burden of his parents death lift just a little bit. He may not have his parents but the clan always has his back when he needs it. The two apprentices, Blossompaw and Crowpaw, had silently and unanimously seemed to decide that they would not be acknowledging what happened as they had started hanging out again. The two were currently practicing some battle training in a small spot that they found near camp, and it had become habit for them to talk and relax in their ‘secret spot’ of sorts. “I’ve never seen anyone do that move during training” Crowpaw commented after getting beat by Blossompaw after using a move she wasn’t expecting at all. Blossompaw’s ears stood up as she heard what the other apprentice said. “Oh! Well I-” Blossompaw paused for a moment as she remembered what Spottedfrost told her one time while training ‘You can’t tell anyone I’m training you’ realizing she couldn’t tell the nicheling she was closest to. “I was trying my own new secret moves and found that one was interesting so I decided to keep it!” Blossompaw said with her chest puffed out but Crowpaw felt like there was something she wasn’t being told so she pushed further. “Really? Why wouldn’t you test it with me first?” Crowpaw asked making Blossompaw’s ears lower as she realized she tended to try battle moves with the other apprentice. “Well y’know, can’t give you ALL my secrets or I’ll never be able to surprise you” Blossompaw said with a chuckle as she glanced away from Crowpaw’s stare. “…Alright” Crowpaw said after some staring, not liking the idea of being kept in the dark but deciding that maybe she was just overthinking it. ‘Its not like she needs to run every battle move by me first, I’m being a bit selfish’ Crowpaw thought to herself as she decided to drop the subject and instead move on to something else. “Well how’s your hunting training going? Blossompaw cringed at the question as she recalled that particular thing, getting used to her new mentor was something that was not going well especially mixed with the fact that she doesn’t like hunting much. ”Tigerthorn is living up to the thorn part of his name with how thorny he can be“ Blossompaw grumbled as she recalled how annoyed he looked with her hunting failures. Crowpaw winced in sympathy, she didn’t even know Tigerthorn was a part of the clan until fairly recently and the thought of having a mentor like that made her shudder. “CROWPAW!” A voice caused the two apprentices to startle before realizing that it was Sandwing’s voice. “Guess you have training to do” Blossompaw said with a slight snicker which Crowpaw playfully rolled her eyes at but couldn’t disagree. “And you should probably get back to camp before your mom loses her fur from stress” Crowpaw snarkily replied back making Blossompaw sigh but nod as she rose to her paws as well before the two made their way back to camp. Mossbeetle and CanaryStar rarely had time to talk, both being so busy with their duties in the clan, but they were currently using the little time they did have to argue over a certain issue. “If you die without an apprentice the clan will lose valuable knowledge and skills that could doom the future of WildClan, why didn’t you ask for Blossompaw as an apprentice when there was a chance?” CanaryStar said making Mossbeetle’s snout scrunch in mild hostility at the question. “You should know why” He hissed making CanaryStar look at him in confusion as it hadn’t clicked yet. “I REFUSE to make another nicheling suffer the same fate I did, in case you forgot I never wanted this role!” CanaryStar’s eyes widened in realization as she remembered, she had become so used to her brother being a medicine nicheling that time had erased the memory of his disdain at being forced into it. CanaryStar’s ears lowered and she couldn’t look her brother in the eyes any longer as she felt shame burn through her pelt at the fact she had forgotten the sacrifice her brother made for the clan. “I wanted to be a warrior, going on patrols and running through the grass with the intent of hunting down rabills like the rest of my clanmates but that choice was taken from me by the stars” Mossbeetle sneered, more angry at StarClan itself than his sister, as he stared at the ground with his claws digging into the ground below. “…What should we do than?” CanaryStar tentatively asked as she chanced looking over at her brother, who sighed before looking into the distance thoughtfully. “I’m not sure, perhaps someone will come along who’s willing to take up the role” Mossbeetle simply replied making CanaryStar sad but she nodded in acceptance as she realized there wasn’t much other choice. She could use her power to make an apprentice take the role but the thought now made her sick so she left it in StarClan’s paws.

Also I've made some family trees with a site because I was bored so behold some of the family trees of this playthrough-

This comment has made my day and will probably also make my entire week at least I'm so happy to see you're so excited about me updating WildClan! I cannot express how happy it makes me :3 Also yeah those two are a great duo and I LOVE writing their interactions they are very fun to write-

WILDCLAN SURVIVES WOO! Yeah sorry about that, I had bad writers block and felt like the plot was almost stuck? I could've made myself write but this is honestly my favorite playthrough, because I do kinda play favorites, so I'm extra picky about it and only want the best for y'all so I hope you enjoy the update at last! - CanaryStar can’t help but feel a certain…sadness as she looks over the clan. The future is bright with the young members of the clan but with each passing moon the aging of the older members becomes increasingly obvious as she notices the way Robinbriar and Firefang seem to have a harder time moving than when they first joined, not to mention the way that even her brother seems to be heavily slowing down. And she would be a fool to not notice the aches that have begun to settle in her body with each sunrise, even her extra lives can’t offset the effects of age it seems. She startles slightly when a presence appears in the corner of her vision but she relaxes as she notices that it is simply her deputy. “You almost seem like you’re sulking, is everything alright?” Sandwing’s words make the leader sigh as she considers his question. “Nothing is really wrong, it’s just sad to see everyone grow older especially knowing that I may outlive them” She confessed as she looked over the clan, from the showy apprentices to the idle chatter of the senior warriors everything seemed so very different yet oddly unchanged. “Well think of it this way, at least you’ve gotten to know them and take comfort in the fact that your leadership has guided them well enough to grow old and be given a chance to die from old age instead of battle or hunger” CanaryStar looked over at her deputy in consideration before a smile slowly stretched onto her face. “I suppose you’re right, death from old age is a more peaceful fate than death by wounds” CanaryStar replied as she looked at the clan bustling about with her deputy. Robinbriar’s paced slowed in consideration as she approached her mate with a rabill held in her jaws, was she being paranoid over something that wasn’t even there or were her fears correct? She decided there was only one way to find out as she sat beside Firefang, making the orange-furred nicheling’s ears swivel towards her as he picked up her familiar scent. “How are you doing this sunhigh?” Firefang greeted with the same sweetness he did every sunhigh but instead of making her heart melt it only made Robinbriar feel worse for the question she was intending to ask. She hesitated to speak after setting down the rabill but steeled her nerves. “Can I ask you something while we eat?” The blunt phrasing temporarily caught Firefang off guard and made a small part of him nervous but he brushed that aside as unneeded nerves. “Of course” He responded as he leaned down to take a bite of the rabill after letting Robinbriar get her own first. ‘Is this really a good idea or am I going to ruin everything?’ That was the thought that swirled around Robinbriar’s head as she took another bite before trying to calm and focus herself. She hadn’t noticed it at first but after Redpaw’s death she noticed how her mate seemed to barely grieve like she and Twigpaw had, and her observations made her notice more and more how he only interacted with his own kit on the occasions that Twigpaw approached himself, never taking the initiative. “Do you…hate our kits?” The question made Firefang splutter, almost choking on the bite he was chewing, before trying to make a swift recovery. “No! No I don’t hate them” Firefang answered firmly knowing that at least that was true, he never ever hated his kits as they did nothing to deserve that. “I just…” Firefang winced as he tried to think of a way to phrase it that wouldn’t sound bad but there wasn’t a good way to soften what he had to say. “I’m not…attached to them the way you are” He said as he turned his head away despite the fact he wouldn’t be able to see whatever emotions Robinbriar was feeling at that confession. “Why, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Robinbriar questioned as she could only stare at the ground while waiting for an answer. Firefang could feel his snout scrunch as he thought of a good answer to that question as he wondered how things would’ve went if he’d confessed those feelings sooner. “I didn’t want you to leave me over it and you seemed so excited I couldn’t bear to hurt you like that” Firefang said as he shifted from one paw to another as a way to try and ignore the guilt that squeezed his chest like a patch of thorns. “…You should’ve thought of that sooner” Robinbriar said with a bitter tinge in her tone as she stood to her paws causing Firefang’s ears to turn in her direction as he tried to figure out what she meant. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered as a small yet powerful feeling of dread washed over him like the tides of the sea, something felt wrong…off. “Because if you had maybe I would’ve stayed with you but knowing you kept something like that from me I…I don’t think it’d be a good idea to stay together” Firefang practically jumped to his paws as he heard Robinbriar’s words, not wanting to believe it meant what he feared. “W-wait you don’t mean-” Robinbriar interrupted him to ensure he got the message loud and clear. “We’re done, if you kept something like this how can I know what other things you’ll keep from me? I can’t live with that doubt clouding my mind” Firefang scrambled after Robinbriar as she began to stalk away from her former mate. “Wait please! I haven’t kept anything else from you I promise, don’t do this please I’ll do anything” Firefang’s desperate pleads made her heart clench but she didn’t want to be swayed, she wanted to be firm with her choice. “No. This is better for the both of us in the long-run” Robinbriar said with enough force to make Firefang freeze in his tracks. “I-…okay” Firefang whispered in a way that made Robinbriar’s heart hurt but she took a deep breath and walked away, leaving Firefang to stand alone with flattened ears and a drooping tail. “You’ll be a fine hunter when you get your name” Daisyfall praised after seeing Twigpaw catch his third rabill of this patrol. Twigpaw preened at the praise, proudly lifted his head into the air as if to show off his catch which made the older nicheling chuckle. “But you shouldn’t hunt too much, it’ll hurt our prey supply” Daisyfall warned as he jumped down from the tree stump he was keeping watch from. “How can that hurt our prey supply?” Twigpaw asked after placing the rabill next to the other two, curious about his mentor’s warning. “Well if you hunt all the prey than they won’t be able to have their own kits, leaving us with no food to hunt the next season” Daisyfall explained with a stretch before throwing around his gaze to check for any signs of danger. “Oh” Twigpaw simply said as he never put thought into his prey beyond perfecting his technique in hunting them down. “We should get back to the clan, unless we want a bearyena to catch the scent of a free meal” Daisyfall said as he nodded his head toward the small pile of rabills causing the apprentice to grab two, leaving the last one for Daisyfall to pick up before the two headed back to camp. = Twigpaw and his mentor had put the rabills in the fresh-kill pile so he was free to enjoy doing whatever he wanted until he needed to sleep, so he took that opportunity to tell his mom how many rabills he had caught today. But as he approached he noticed something was off especially considering that his dad wasn’t right next to her like he usually is. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat down a tail-length away from his mom. “Nothing, how was your patrol?” Robinbriar tried to deflect the subject but Twigpaw isn’t one to easily let these things go so he pushed the subject. “If you’re fine than why do you look like you’re trying not to cry?” Twigpaw’s direct phrasing made Robinbriar shift on her paws but inevitably decide that Twigpaw would find out sooner or later. “Well you see me and your dad are…not exactly mates anymore” Twigpaw’s jaw dropped at those words as he never expected the two to actually break up. He took a few moments to recover as he thought of how he felt about the fact they weren’t together anymore. “Alright” Robinbriar’s face scrunched a bit in confusion at the simple answer as she looked over at her kit to see if he was hiding sadness but he looked fine. “Dad didn’t really talk to me and it’s not like he’s gone, if I really want to talk to him he’s still a part of the clan” Twigpaw spoke again upon seeing the baffled expression his mom wore at his response. “Well when did my little kit get so mature” Robinbriar cooed making Twigpaw’s fur bristle in embarrassment. “Mom! I’m not a kit anymore I’m almost a fully grown warrior” Twigpaw grumbled making Robinbriar laugh at the reaction, it was exactly what she was looking for. “Alright, alright. I guess I’ll spare you for now but just because you’ll be a warrior doesn’t stop you from being my kit” Robinbriar said making Twigpaw splutter before turning around and stalking off, only causing Robinbriar to burst into another fit of laughter at her kit’s embarrassment. “-I even caught this huuuge rabill, even bigger than the one Twigpaw got, which is surprising considering he’s like the best hunter in the clan at this point OH and-” Crowpaw’s head hurt from listening to Blossompaw’s unending rambles but she didn’t want to be rude not to mention the fact that Blossompaw could be good company, her rambling can be fantastic background noise during a draining task like gathering nest materials. Blossompaw suddenly fell over, having tripped over a root she hadn’t seen while doing her usual pacing. And Crowpaw was suddenly reminded of another reason that she listened to the other apprentice’s endless chatter, her moments of clumsiness is something that Crowpaw found to be endearing. “Are you okay?” Crowpaw asked after laughing for a bit which made the other apprentice pout as she stood to her paws once more with a shake of her pelt. “I would be if my favorite nicheling hadn’t laughed at my misery” Blossompaw said with a dramatic sigh while Crowpaw almost choked on air at that easy admission. “I’m your favorite nicheling?” Blossompaw stood straight up as soon as she realized what she had admitted, and directly to her face too! “Er well you see I- Um- y-yeah?” The energetic apprentice stumbled through her words internally cringing away to dust at that horrid delivery considering it lacked any sense of smoothness. “…Thanks?” Crowpaw’s odd tone made Blossompaw want to launch herself directly into the sea, taking it as a very bad thing that made her regret saying anything. Meanwhile Crowpaw was mildly dying inside, in a good way that she couldn’t decipher, which made her voice tone come out wrong. Crowpaw could see the moment Blossompaw took it the wrong way and tried to beat her to the punch but Blossompaw skittered off without another word. Crowpaw’s ears drooped as she looked at her paws, mentally berating herself for that delivery. = Blossompaw ran to her nest, ignoring the concerned call of her mother, and curled up in a ball with the desire to just vanish into this air. ‘Why did I say that?! We were friends, it was going well, great even! But I had to open my big mouth’ She thought to herself as her mind replayed the moment over and over again. ‘Sleep will give me time to think’ She thought as she curled up into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for sleep to take her away from reality. When she woke up she wasn’t in her nest but instead in a place so dark that she needed a bit of time for her eyes to adjust. She looked ahead of her seeing dead and leafless trees with branches that tangled and twisted with each other along with hefty patches of thorns weaving through the landscape. Confused she sniffed around and regretted it as a sour and rotten mix of scents made her nauseous and mildly dizzy so she scrunched her nose and tried her best to ignore the smell. She looked ahead and started walking forward to see where it would lead. Little did she know of the set of paws following after her, paws that were grey with splotches of light spots that were covered with dark dirt…

This looks so interesting! I'm excited to see how this story will play out

I'll probably update my playthroughs sometime soon but I didn't want to accidentally get burnt out and vanish for like three months or something so yeah. Also in other news I know I have rainworld but that one is on playstation and I know there's mods so I got it on the laptop too now, and let me tell you trying to play it on pc after getting used to playstation controls is something else-

Lava was walking around the territory after Clay insisted that she take a break from caring for the newest addition to the family saying that he ‘could handle little Fissure just fine’ which was probably true considering he’s a good father, not to mention that it turned out that Fissure was practically the exact opposite of her older brother in terms of personality. She had never been bratty and in fact always tried to offer help with the tasks the other nichelings were doing, even if she couldn’t actually do anything to help due to her young age. The worst trouble she ever got in was because she tried to help despite someone saying that she couldn’t. The sudden ‘sound’ of silence made Lava freeze as she realized there had been a slight rustling sound in that direction before that suddenly stopped. After scenting the air she noted there was no predator smell but she still kept cautious as she slowly approached the source of the noise, muscles tensed for the chance of something dangerous popping out. She was shocked to see a nicheling instead of a threat, more specifically a young nicheling that looked like they had just gotten their second gem recently. “What are you doing little one?” Lava asked making the nicheling jump before turning around with their fur puffed out. “…Picking berries” The nicheling replied as she assessed the nicheling in front of her, trying to see if she would deem this nicheling a threat. “Are you hungry?” Lava asked making the teen nicheling deadpan and stare in silence for a few seconds before answering. “No I’m picking berries for fun” The teen nicheling responded with as much sarcasm as she could muster. “Well if you’d like you could join our group, we have plenty of food to spare” Lava said with a soft smile as she noticed the teen looked awfully thin, as if the poor thing hadn’t eaten in a while. The nicheling thought about it, not trusting this nicheling much at all but the thought of being able to have a steady supply of food was tempting. “Alright, I guess I’ll join” The nicheling said with a shrug as she figured she could just leave during the night if she changed her mind. “Great, follow me” Lava said as she turned around and started walking, making the teen nicheling follow close behind. “I do have to warn you though my son is…a bit prickly” Lava said as her face twisted into a mildly concerned one as she remembered how he reacted to meeting Finch. The teen nicheling didn’t say anything but mentally stored away that bit of information. The teen nicheling, whose name is Barren, was accepted into the group easily by the adults but it took until almost the end of the day to meet the nichelings closest to her age. The prince was out hunting and Finch had headed out to search for more herbs, ‘Just in case’ was the reason apparently. But the two had arrived around the same time and, after giving each other the side-eye, they went to greet the newest member of the group. “I’m Prince Volcano” Volcano said, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘prince’ to show how important his status was, making Finch roll her eyes hard enough that Barren was almost worried she’d hurt her eyes. “I’m Finch, don’t mind the princess over there, he’s always full of himself” Finch introduced herself and managed to insult the prince at the same time which made said prince scowl at the healer in training, who very casually pretended she couldn’t see out of the corner of her eye. “…Right. I’m Barren, what even is a prince?” Barren asked with confusion as she had just lived with her family before and therefore didn’t understand the roles or what they meant. Finch looked like she was using all her willpower to not laugh at how scandalized Volcano’s expression was at Barren’s words. “It’s one of the most important roles in a pack! Only thing better is a king or queen and I’ll be a king after my parents” Volcano explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, to him it was considering he was raised with this way of living. “Like a deputy?” Barren asked as she vaguely remembered her parents saying that was the second most important role in their old packs. Now it was Volcano’s turn to be confused. “I’ve never heard of something like that” Volcano said as his nose scrunched in a puzzled manner. “Well I’ve got herbs to sort” Finch said after some silence from the two confused nichelings, not giving either a chance to respond before turning around and walking off. The two remaining nichelings watched her leave before turning their gazes back toward each other. “…As long as you know I’m in charge I don’t care what you do” Volcano said as he stood to his paws with a stretch. “Though you are more tolerable than her” He spoke again as he glared in the general direction that Finch walked off to. “Cool” Was all Barren said before watching the prince walk off to do…whatever it is he does. Finch sighed in a content manner as she felt raindrops run down her coat, cooling her body from the usual scorching heat of the savannah. It was always a soothing and sleepy day on the rare occasion that rain drizzled upon the grasslands, and it seemed she wasn’t the only one out enjoying the weather. Barren’s eyes were shut as she sat with a completely relaxed posture while her ears twitched to dislodge any stray raindrops. She had been here for some time (about a month) and decided that this group, while having some odd roles, was fairly peaceful unless the prince was in a cranky mood. Not to mention not having to worry about food was a heavy burden to lift off of her shoulders. “Barren?” The voice made Barren’s eyes fly open before turning toward the source of the sound, only to relax as she noticed it was Finch. Out of all the nichelings here she would say that the in-training healer was the one she got along with best, though she wouldn’t consider her a friend yet. “Yes?” Barren responded as she wondered what Finch had come to ask her about. “What do you think of the rain?” Barren tilted her head, not having expected that to be the question she would ask. “It’s nice to not feel like the sun is going to turn me into dust” Barren answered with a grin, making Finch roll her eyes as a smile tried to twitch onto her face. “That is a plus I’ll admit, but does the rain mean anything to you?” Finch asked as she glanced over at the bat-winged nicheling, who narrowed her eyes in confusion. “No? It’s weather” Barren said before noticing the odd expression on the other nicheling’s face. “Does it mean something to you?” She turned the question around as she felt it was an odd question to ask without some sort of meaning. “You could say that” Finch responded, looking less snarky and confident than usual. Barren tilted her head in a silent ‘go on’ gesture. “Rain is soothing to me, it’s nice to not feel like I’m burning but it also gives me time to sort my thoughts and feelings into piles” Finch spoke making Barren hum in interest, feeling a bit curious about if this was going somewhere. “And it feels like new beginnings, for the plants and animals and…even me” The training healer continued while Barren waited to hear more. “The day after I first got here there was a drizzle of rain, at the time it made me feel sad and afraid because my old life was gone” She said as she remembered how she hid those feelings as she didn’t want to talk about them at the time. “But now the rain is nice as it reminds me that just because my old life is gone it doesn’t mean my new one is bad” Finch finished her little monologue making Barren stare in shock. She had talked to Finch sure but most of the time she was snarky and mostly threw playful jabs, mostly at the grumpy prince, so she had never thought she would be so thoughtful. “…That’s a good mindset to have” Barren eventually spoke as she didn’t really have any other way to respond to that. The two sat in silence as the rain continued to fall until Strike called for Finch. “See you later” Finch said as she got up. “Bye” Barren responded before Finch turned around and walked off.

Yeah I have to agree! I saw her and was like :0 and then I was like :D! And behold a warrior cats challenge nicheling who actually has purr-snout for once- I love the coloring too though.