MistyHeart

Wow i made it here before adulthood? Here's the wonderful Eve! First child, Famhair!

Eee another Adam playthrough!! maybe ill actually finish this one haha poor Adam, snatched away

I feel like those were just put in to make the challenge more challenging. It feels rather overpowered to have 10 animuses wandering around all the time- so its good to limit them And whenever I'm looking to just kinda be lazy and not have to worry about story & whatnot, i think the animuses die thing is a pretty good rule

Chapter 10 - Hidden Discoveries Fallspot had heard about what happened with the Bearyena attack and whatnot. She was too busy with other things to do defend the leader and now mother of two kits. Both Leechwhisker and Wrenfire had been injured by the bear, and were under the careful watch of Flamewatcher, both hurt cats unconscious. Fallspot decided to head for the nursery first, to see what was going on about those kits. "Hi, Doestar." Fallspot tried to make her voice sound happy. Doestar did a polite nod, but didn't speak. "So, I heard about what happened with y'know." Fallspot continued. Doestar kept listening, and thats when Fallspot caught a strange scent- a scent of blood, coming straight out of Doestar. Was Doestar hurt? Was one of the kits hurt? Fallspot didn't think much about it. It's not like the well-beings of these ugly kits that probably inherited their snail-like fur from their father was any of her concern. "Well, I'll be going now." Fallspot padded away, not waiting for Doestar to say anything.

Chapter 9 - The Strike Wrenfire gasped in horror. "BEARYENA!" Doestar shrieked, and Wrenfire's fur bristled upwards, as she dashed all the way to the nursery, leaving whatever she was doing before behind. When she reached the nursery, she saw a bleeding Doestar, A defensive Leechwhisker. Wrenfire didn't hesitate- she would die for Doestar. So she tore the Bearyena apart to the best of her ability, before a sudden strike of the bear left her on the floor, bleeding.

Chapter 8 - The Bird Flamewatcher watched the bluebird looming over the skies, threatening to pick off any kits that wander away too far. Luckily for WindClan they didn't have any kits. Not yet. Doestar was expecting. Flamewatcher knew. Was this bluebird a sign of misfortune with the she-cat's first litter of kits with an unknown tom? Flamewatcher shook his head. Now wasn't the time for omens. He needed to check how many kits Doestar was having. Inspecting the leader, and doing a few examinations and whatnot, he finally came to a conclusion. "Doestar, you're having two kits." Flamewatcher said.

Chapter 7 - Mother Doestar breathed in and out nervously. "Wrenfire, I need to tell you something." Doestar spoke softly. "What is it?" Wrenfire responded. "I'm expecting kits." Wrenfire's face was unreadable, and she didn't speak, so Doestar kept speaking. "You'll need to take over as leader for a little bit." "I'll tell the clan to finish up the nursery, then." "Thank you, Wrenfire." Wrenfire walked away, not responding to the leader's thanks.

Chapter 6 - The Secretfinder Fallspot could notice something was up with Doestar. She always knew. She always had a feeling in her bones. Maybe it was the fact that Doestar's belly had mysteriously gotten plumper, or maybe it was the fact Leechwhisker was hanging out with her a TON. But she knew- they were mates. You can't keep a secret from Fallspot. Which is why she'd figured out that Doestar had another secret. Interesting. It may take awhile for her to figure what this one is- but she knew, the second secret, did exist.

Chapter 5 - The River With the rain falling down onto the land, wetting the grass and soil, Doestar decided this would be a perfect time to go on that little trip Leechwhisker had suggested a little while ago, since Wrenfire was too distracted talking to Flamewatcher about some sickness stuff. "Hey, Leechwhisker, ready to go to the lake?" Doestar asked the yellow tom. "Of course." Leechwhisker smiled, and the two traveled down to the water. The water falling against the water was beautiful, and the two cats fell into a comfortable silence. "Thank you for this, really." Doestar said. "Of course." Leechwhisker replied. Doestar almost forgot about all her issues until she heard a very distance meow of a familiar cat. "Doestar!" The cat meowed. "That must be Wrenfire. We should go back." Doestar sighed. "That's a shame. We could always come back, though." Leechwhisker offered. "That would be lovely!" "Oh- before you leave..." "Hm?" "I love you."

Chapter 4 - Loyal Leechwhisker peaked into the den of the medicine cat, the other three cats too distracted to notice the yellow tom eavesdropping on them. "Hm, I believe this sickness is more likely to be due from stress, not a sickness. Just try and stay relaxed and calm." Flamewatcher said to the two she-cats. The two cats nodded. "Alright." Leechwhisker could see it in Wrenfire's face- she was so tired of watching Doestar. Maybe he could help! After the cats left, Leechwhisker approached Doestar, and ignored Wrenfire staring at them both somewhat suspiciously. "Hey, Doestar." Leechwhisker said nicely. "Hi." Doestar responded without much effort. "I know you haven't been feeling too well, so, do you wanna go relax by the river sometime soon?" "That sounds nice." "Alright! Let me know when your ready." Doestar nodded, and than returned to her napping.

Chapter 3 - Blinded to Evil Wrenfire stood by the tired Doestar, trying to look all proud, but she really wasn't. Her paws were itching to go out there and run- but she stood. She didn't wanna leave the leader of this growing clan alone! That would be cruel! "Hey, Fallspots!" Wrenfire greeted the she-cat, who she noticed just come back from doing whatever she was doing out of camp. The cat didn't respond only, sat down. Wrenfire assumed that Fallspots didn't hear her, or was in a grump mood, the mood everyone has sometimes! She'll warm up eventually, right? "Hey, Wrenfire?" Doestar says, exhausted. "Yes?" Wrenfire responded. "My head is hurting again." Wrenfire nodded. "Let's get you to the medicine cat's den, c'mon."

Chapter 2 - First Moon Flamewatcher wasn't quite sure if it was supposed to go like this. His clan was striving- but something really felt wrong. Really wrong. Something inside told him that this wasn't home, even though he really wanted it to be- he was so sore from the walking and traveling and wanted to be a normal medicine cat again. "Found a tree stump!" Leechwhisker yelled to the cats more down south. "Doestar will check it out later. She's tired." The deputy, Wrenfire responded. Leechwhisker nodded, and helped Fallspot clear away the grass that was covering their soon-to-be camp. Leechwhisker attempted to exchange a few words with the she-cat, but the she-cat showed no interest, and sometimes, Flamewatcher could catch a glimpse of disgust. Flamewatcher wondered if StarClan made the right choice sending this group to the island. Fallspot seemed to distant, and if he'd recalled, she didn't even wanna go. Wrenfire was too forgiving, and Doestar... the leader of the clan, well, she seemed overwhelmed. It seemed like the only normal ones here were him and Leechwhisker, but of course, he didn't say that out loud. Maybe it'll all make sense in the morning.

Chapter 1 - First Steps Fallspot didn't like this. If she had her way, she would still be with the majority of her clan, but dumb stupid StarClan just had to make her part of the prophecy, didn't they? Fallspot missed her mother. Her mother had insisted she'd go, saying "There will be nice toms there!". She'd be referring to disgusting Leechwhisker. Leechwhisker's name must've been chosen perfectly. A few times he'd accidentally graze the yellow tom's fur, and it felt awfully slimey. She would avoid that cat at all costs. "There's herbs here! It must be a omen from StarClan, this must be where we are destined to live." Flamewatcher said. Fallspot snorted, amused. As if StarClan was watching them. They'd probably given up on the group weeks ago. "We shouldn't assume too quickly." Wrenfire said as she examined the lands and greens of the island. "If it is or if it isn't, it doesn't matter. We need to rest soon. We can explore the island more later." Doestar said with the wannabe-commanding voice Fallspot despised. Fallspot did agree with her though- her paws were aching from the walking she'd done for almost a moon now. So, she settled down a little bit away from her clanmates, and slept the night away.

Windclan Leader: Doestar ( pink she-cat with brown markings, brown horns, and black eyes. ) Deputy: Wrenfire ( orangish-brown she-cat with barely visible orange spots. Black eyes and cream horns ) Medicine Cat: Flamewatcher ( orange tom with cream spots on his face. Pink horns and black eyes ) Warriors: Fallspot ( brown she-cat with paler brown spots, grey horns, and green eyes ) Leechwhisker ( yellow tom with pink spots on his face, cream horns, and black eyes ) As the moor gets further and further away from Doestar's sight, she doubts herself more and more. Her clan of about three cats trust her, or so they say, but she didn't trust herself. She bares a secret with her too, that no one else knows besides the leader that had chosen her as deputy. What if that secret was a omen? A omen that this just wasn't meant to be. Doestar gazed at the night sky filled with stars of her ancestors that she was sure weren't even looking, but still, she whispered words of hope to them- wishing that it'll reach them, and save this poor group of cats she'd drag along with her.

Adam spends the first few days healing off his wounds from when the bird carried and dropped him, but he quickly learned that this island was not a good one. It was small. But he could see a flower port off in the distance, and he was always told that these would bring him onto another island, if used correctly, so he started making his way towards it. Reaching the port, he sighed, and closed his eyes. He hoped he would be able to use this correctly. He'd heard stories that when these were used improperly, it was possible for a Nicheling to just... poof. No one would know where they went, they would just be gone. So he hoped, and reluctantly used the port. Opening his eyes, Adam was disappointed that he was not returned home, but happy that he also didn't just cease to exist, so he got up and explored the bright island. ( Also off-topic but he was still teen when he reached this island. NICE. ) Adam quickly realized he wasn't alone here. So he looked around the bushes and found a red Nicheling that almost shared the same fur-color as him. "Who are you?" Adam asked the strange new Nicheling. "Eve, and you?" Eve asked slightly curiously. "Adam, I didn't expect to see anyone here." "Neither did I, ever since I was casted out as a wanderer." 'As a what-now?" "Backstory stuff. Wont explain." "Um, alright. Well, wanna be friends?" "Sure. I'm quite lonely anyways." So Eve and Adam became friends. "Adam?" Eve called out. "Yes?" Adam responded. "Remember when I first met you?" "Yes." "Remember how I mentioned me being casted out?" Adam tapped his chin, thinking. "I think." "That was a lie. Everyone in my tribe was sick and dying, and I was the only one. They forced me to leave, and told me to start the tribe again somewhere else. But the problem is, I can't restart a tribe alone." Eve lowered her ears. "So can you help me?" Adam sighed. "Funny enough, I'm on a mission too. A mission for home. A home that I'll probably never reach. But I can try, right? And maybe my far-far relatives will find a way to get to home." "Well what about we help each other do our missions?" Eve suggested. Adam softened his serious face. "Sounds like a good idea." "Oh, look at her! She looks just like you!" Eve smiled at the little baby Nicheling she was cuddling around her stomach. "What shall we name her?" Adam purred. "Oh, well, back in my tribe, we always named the babies he or she depending on which gender they were, and when they got their three stones, they gain a new name based on what their talented at, or something that's happened in their life." "How were you named Eve?" "I was born on the same day my grandmother died. Her name was Eve. My point is, can we do that with her?" "Of course." "I'm afraid this island is too cramped and small for our growing family." Adam admitted worriedly. "We can always move. I know how to operate these ports very well." Eve answered. "But what about her?" Adam pointed to the baby, that was just now learning to speak. "We'll go when she's older, silly." "Very well." "She?" Eve said. "Yes, mother?" She replied. "It's time for us to leave." "Leave? Leave what?" "I told you when you were younger. We're leaving this island, for a newer one." "A new island! Fun! Let's go!" She cheered. Eve grinned, and joined her two family members on the flower ports. "Goodbye old island, you served us well." Eve whispered, as she worked the island port. And then, everything of the old island was gone. It was lost to sea. Eve tried to not cry. So many memories on that island. Adam's eyes glimmered with curiosity as he looked around this new island. "Isn't it wonderful?" Adam asked Eve. "Wonderful, yes." Eve smiled. "Whaddya say we expand our family a bit more, now that we have more room." "It sounds like a great idea, Adam." She curled up her body, and launched at the unsuspecting mole, and to her surprise, she actually caught it! She showed the prey happily to her whole entire family. "I've never seen a catch like it!" Eve complimented. "Me neither." Adam agreed. She yipped quietly, and put her kill somewhere safe, for her family to eat later. Eve proudly started at her. "She, come." "Yes, mom?" She bounced to Eve. "Your excellent skills of hunting moles are expectational, which is why, from now on, as long as you live, you'll be known as Molekiller." Molekiller laughed happily. She had to admit, the name WAS kinda dumb. But she didn't care. It was her name. All hers.

With the warmth of the sun leaving Adam's back, he felt a new sense of loneliness hit him- not the kind he felt when he wasn't invited to play with one of his friends when he was younger, but when he realized that he was here, away from home, possibly forever, that's when the new loneliness hit him. He didn't cry, he didn't weep, he just stood there- shocked. Most of the shock was probably from the amount of bones he just fractured, broken, and displaced- but the other was from the realization, he was now alone. Y'all since I kinda failed my last run I'm trying this again! Hopefully with better results! YAY!

I tried this, failed all times EXPECT for on The Crossing. I mostly failed due to Bearyenas, luckily, The Crossing doesn't seem to spawn too many Bearyenas!

Ah oops- I placed it in the wrong one

It appears FW 2F has found another dispersal that we've been tracking on the side, called PH 6M, from the Pale Hawks pack.

Status Of Wolves: FW 2F: Dispersal, dominant of dispersal group FW 3F: Dispersal, mid ranked of dispersal group FW 4F: Dispersal, lowest ranked of dispersal group 3 of the pups from a pack far far away, called Flip Waters Pack, have dispersed into a new land. We've decided to start tracking them. All 3 are relatively young, no older then 2 years.

Oh yeah, slight mistype that didn't get caught- lemme fix that up

Age Settings: Baby - 2 Child - 3 Teen - 6 Adult - 70+ Pregnancy: 1 Disable Rogue males Island may be whatever you want. Start with one young wolf that may look whatever you want them to look. Rules: - In a pack, only the original two founding parents may mate. - Pups may disperse when they are adults, but they may also stay with their parents to care for their parent's next litter. - Use strategic hunting! Wolves are known to be pretty smart hunters! Look at your Nichling's stats, and decide what role they'll play in the hunt- maybe tracking the prey? Chasing the prey? - Wolves don't have a big ranking system, but it they have a order for who gets to eat first, and who eats last. The two founding parents ALWAYS eat first, and then pups from older litters, and pups from the newest litter ( once they can hunt, before they can hunt, they are fed by their parents & siblings ) - You may act out lil fights between packmates! These fights wont be bad, and wont injure the members much, but it helps decide who is above who. - Unfortunately, Niche only allows you to have 1-2 Nichlings per litter, but usually, wolves have a lot more! You can get the mother wolf pregnant again, and have her keep getting babies until your satisfied, and then decrease the age of the following babies, and act like they were born at the same time. - Sometimes, pups disperse with their siblings. This is optional, but it could help your dispersal survive if they have a few siblings by their side! - This is also optional, but you can name your wolves how you would name them in real life. ( Ex: {Packname}{Number}{Gender}. The founding parents would be called "{Packname} 1F & {Packname} 1M" and their first son will be called "{Packname} 2M" their first daughter would be called "{Packname} 2F" and so on! - Optional as well, but for sickly pups, you can temporarily disable their sicklyness, but roll every few days to see if they catch the sickness. If they catch the sickness, roll to see if they die from it. - It's a pretty rare thing, but sometimes, wolves allow random wolves into their pack! These wolves tend to eat last, however, and its rather rare. If you find a wanderer, roll a dice to see if their allowed in! - If a single wolf comes into contact with unorphaned pups, they will kill them. - If a wolf runs into orphaned pups, usually they will ignore or kill them, however, there is a pretty rare chance that they might take the pup(s) in. That is it for now, since thats all I can think about- but I will probably edit later!

Hmm, I was thinking of just doing this one but thats a good idea too! I'll think about it

Chapter 1 “So this is where you plan on spending the following moons on?” Fallpaw snorted. “This is the best place we’ve been at for a while. I think it’s fine.” Pepperfur meowed. “Look at all the potential it has! It’s huge!” Bumblestar said, his eyes drifting all around the island. “I prefer our old territory.” Fallpaw said moodily. “I think we all do.” Limpfoot nodded. “Not me, It was deprived of prey. We ruined it by overcatching.” Pepperfur said. “And we’re going to overcatch this island too.” Firedapple spat. “Not if we’re careful.” Pepperfur defended. “Enough, let’s find a spot to make camp. That's what we need to do first.” Bumblestar commanded. All the cats whispered in agreement, and soon they were set off to find a nice spot to camp.

Prologue “Then it is decided.” Berrystar said, lashing his tail. “Us four clans will split up, and find their own territories.” Fallkit couldn’t comprehend it. There had to be a better solution to this all-clan wide starvation issue! What if some of the clans starve before they can find a better place to eat? Why not just become a conjoined clan for a while? She looked around at the small crowd. A lot of cats have starved in these harsh times, but most of the cat’s faces were filled with slight terror. “Our clan shall get moving, then. Our only queen, Hawkmountain, is weaker than ever.” Bumblestar nodded. Fallkit lowered her ears at the mention of her mother. Her mother not only was starving, but also had gotten desperately ill, and now was in critical condition. “I don’t know if she’s strong enough to travel.” Limpfoot said, his voice soft with grief. “She has to be. She still has a kit to take care of. She’s too young to die.” Pepperfur, the deputy said. “I’m afraid her time has come, but we might as well try.” Limpfoot meowed. Fallkit followed Bumblestar back to the camp they were now abandoning. Her mother was in the isolated medicine cat den so she wouldn’t get anyone sick, but Fallkit didn’t care if she would get infected as well, she just wanted to be under the warmth of her mother. “Hawkmountain? We’ve returned.” Limpfoot yowled to the she-cat. There was no response, and Fallkit felt her heart drop. Hawkmountain always tried to respond, no matter how weak she was. Limpfoot padded into the den, and Fallkit was glad to see Hawkmountain raise her head up. Limpfoot told Hawkmountain about everything, and Fallkit could see Hawkmountain nodding slightly, before whispering something Fallkit couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, Limpfoot widened his eyes. “No!” Limpfoot yelled. Fallkit gasped, and she saw the rest of the small clan gather around. Limpfoot turned around to speak to the now concerned clan, his face spelling out sadness. “Hawkmountain says she won't join us on the journey to a new territory.” Limpfoot mewed sorrowfully. Fallkit shook her head. “What? Why!” “She says she’ll die if she goes, and she wants to die at her home, peacefully.” Fallkit drooped down in disbelief. “But I have to go! How am I supposed to leave her?” “You’ll have to,” Limpfoot said. “The future of us all depends on it.”