[h2]Boulderclan[/h2]

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Brimpelt looked over as he saw Amberstar leave her den, walking passed him with what could have been seen as a sadness or regret, though he couldn't tell what it had been about. Perhaps she hadn't slept well enough that night, or she had woken earlier to think. Clearly though, as she stopped at the ledge used by the leaders, she had a purpose in mind. She strode, ginger fur catching the light from the whole in the center of the cavern, leaped and landed gracefully on her platform. She called to the clan, revealing what her intentions and reservations were. Perhaps it was finally time to take up his proper place in the clan. 

The tom called back the two cats who had just walked into the tunnel as Amberstar called, making sure they would hear the announcement, before he stepped forward to sit not far from the ledge, looking up at the beautiful orange tabby she-cat. She was selecting her deputy, finally, and most likely himself. [i]Starclan[/i] Brimpelt scoffed to himself. He had always mocked the idea of a group of cats that told the living what they should do, guiding them. He hadn't dreamed with them, and none of the rogues had either. In fact, none of them had heard of Starclan until after they'd joined Boulderclan. A silly notion really. 

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The queen had been resting in her den, the whole place currently to herself with no other pregnant she-cats in the clan, growing used to the nests. There was no draft, no slight breeze from the tunnels inside of the Nursery like there had been in the warriors den though she had to admit that it was nice to sleep without rolling into someone for once. She had noticed that the further along in her pregnancy she got, the more restless she was in the middle of the night, while she was tired during the day. She had meant to ask Mudheart if that was normal the day before, but couldn't find the tom at any point before she ended up falling asleep in the den. The feathers and furs lining the grove in the stone floor was the perfect softness and size for the rather large Maine Coon she-cat. At the summons of their leader, Amberstar, Riversong stood and walked out of the den. 

Emerging from the small tunnel that served as the funnel point going into the large cavern used for the Nursery, she saw the other cats of the clan gathering beneath the ledge in which Amberstar spoke from. Riversong had to admit, that among the clan cats she had grown to know, the leader was one of the strongest and bravest she-cats she had ever met. There were few who would want to have the responsibility to lead the clan, rather than allowing a tom to do it and having the freedom to have kits. But Amberstar didn't have time for such things now, especially without a deputy. It was good that she was finally able to make her decision, the tension that had been growing beginning to melt as the cats realized that they would no longer need to worry about the future of the clan. Even if Amberstar should pass, a deputy gave them hope of the next generation. 

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[h2]Cliffclan[/h2]
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Spottedblossom touched Moonkit with the tip of her tail, calming the young kit even as Shadowpaw walked into the den. The three other kits had started moving around even after that, and Sunkit, having rolled out of bed walked over to Shadowpaw as if he was intimidating.[color=#e38aa3]"Calm down Sunkit. You'll wake your sisters."[/color] She said just as Palekit lifted his head and yawned as well. Two of the three she-kits had still been sleeping as the apprentice walked into the den. The mice smelled amazing, tempting her into moving though the mews of the kits in front of her kept her in place. 

[color=#e38aa3]"Thank you Shadowpaw. The entrance is a little drafty. I don't want any of the kits catching greencough."[/color] Spottedblossom was sincerely worried about all of the kits, Moonkit included. Sitting up, she nudged the sleeping kits waking them so they could smell the mice as well. As she adjusted in the den, her back left leg sticking out at an awkward angle. Sundapple hadn't been able to heal her legs properly, and she had no chance at being able to walk or fight properly again, though at the very least she could help Moonkit learn how to walk with her clubbed paw. 

The young apprentices mentor, Tundraclaw, made his entrance then, walking into the den to see if any of them needed anything. [color=#e38aa3]"I think Shadowpaw beat you to the chase."[/color] Spottedblossom purred in amusement, aware that the tom wanted her though she wasn't ready for another mate. Not so soon after Leo had died. Shadowpaw was always a considerate cat, a good influence on her kits and sure to make sure they had everything they needed. She suspected that he was so kind to them because of his own mothers death, and the desertion of his father. Tundraclaw on the other hand, was a rough and loyal, a good example to her sons, though she wasn't yet sure of his trustworthiness. 

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[h2]Oakclan[/h2]

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The Medicine Cat had heard Leafshade's yowl before Berrydream had even started running toward her den. The large white Maine Coon grabbed what she would first need to treat the kitting Queen, and help with the birthing. Landing on the grass clearing she looked took a swift glance around to see if she could find the cat that she had originally been looking for. Her daughter, Featherwhisker, wasn't in the clearing but that wasn't to say she wasn't still sleeping or not nearby the camp.  [color=#4E387E]"If you want to help Berrydream, I need you to find Featherwhisker."[/color] Frostwhisker wasn't nearly close to her own kitting, but her daughters had been the first to help her when someone else kitted since she didn't have an apprentice of her own. 

The Medicine Cat pushed her way into the Nursery, setting down the small bundle of herbs she had brought with her on such short notice near the entrance. Just out of the way, Leafshade wouldn't kick them around in case she thrashed, though she would need to be just as careful not to hurt herself or the kits. [color=#4E387E] "I know you haven't done this Leafshade, but even if you haven't your body knows what it needs to do. Don't resist it or you might hurt yourself and the kits."[/color] Frostwhisker passed a tough stick to the Queen, urging her to bite down on it. [color=#4E387E] "So you don't bite your tongue." [/color]She said, lifting herself on her back paws so that she could touch the Queen's belly to keep an eye on what was going around. She knew well what kits felt like, and none of them were turned around the wrong way though with the beginning of the hard labor ahead of them she didn't know if that would change. Hopefully Featherwhisker came soon.

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Foxtrot had been out hunting early this morning, adding to the fresh kill pile before he went to visit Frostwhisker and hopefully go on patrol with Featherwhiser, though as he was returning to the clan with a rabbit dangling from his jaws he heard the commotion. Leafshade was giving birth? He didn't rush over to help, since he knew well enough from Lilystep's first kitting that bothering Frostwhisker while she was working was a bad idea. If she was tending to something as simple as a torn in someones paw then she could talk and work at the same time, though a kitting was serious and required all of her focus. She would need either Lilystep or Featherwhisker for this since she had no apprentice, but no doubt she had already sent for one or the both of them. If they needed him they would call for him. For now he would stay close by. 

Walking over to the Nursery, Foxtrot set the fresh rabbit down not too far from the entrance, knowing that the Medicine Cat would know where it had come from and who it was for. They would be fine in the end most likely. Maybe he would even have an apprentice in six moons, not that he really wanted one. Apprentices were a lot of hard work he didn't really want to have to participate in. Of course if Featherwhisker got one he would help out at her request. But not unless she asked. Wandering closer to the entrance, the red tom sat down and started grooming his tail, working the knots out of it while finding a burr stuck in his fur. Silly thing was so wide and bushy it always caught random burrs inside of it. 

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[h2]Ashclan[/h2]

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Icefire spared a glance over at the old Medicine Cat, wondering why the she-cat hadn't retired from her post yet so that the next Medicine Cat could take her place. She was clearly in need of as much treatment as the elders were, and had served her time in the clan more than enough. [color=#64E4F2]"Always am."[/color] She responded curtly, unsure of how to react to the she-cat's casual manor around her. Everyone else had been hesitant to be around her, let alone talk to her. Though Starclan would have warned someone if she was bad news to begin with instead of allow Magamastar to take her into their clan. [color=#64E4F2]"I don't have a reason to sleep in. No one was watching camp."[/color]

When the clan leader stepped out, interrupting her while she spoke to the elder cat, her off coloured eyes turned to him, unsettling as they narrowed in annoyance. [color=#64E4F2]"You should have asked to know something before Sootleaf accepted me."[/color] She said to Magamstar, ignoring the difference in their stations. To her she hadn't proved himself worthy of respect. He was just a high headed kit to her then, her junior in age and less skilled then her. He would never predict what behavior she would show at any given moment, not even when she seemed content. Not even when she was sleeping. 

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[h2]Lightclan[/h2]

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The leader watched as his clan gathered beneath him, watching as he has waited for him to say what it was that he had been calling for. He looked down at them, proud how quickly they gathered, excitement and tension running through the crowd. The tip of his tail twitched, watching silently until even the kits came out of the Nursery, hoping for what they knew what was coming. [color=#00DD1D]"The time has come to name new apprentices to the clan. The litter has grown strong over the last six moons. One day they will make fine warriors."[/color] Jaggedstar jumped down from his ledge, landing in front of the crowd where he stood, looking out across them as if he was equal to them. He almost looked like he was smiling. 

[color=#00DD1D]Briarthorn, Yarrowkit and Nightkit. Stand proud before your clan."[/color] The leader beckoned the small kits toward him, waiting patiently for them to make their way over, speaking again only when the three of them stood in front of the rest of the clan with him. [color=#00DD1D]"Nightkit, in the name of Starclan I name you Nightpaw; apprentice to Briarthorn."[/color] He nodded to the kit, now apprentice, to walk over to his new mentor and touch noses with him. In Lightclan, apprentices needed not to kick the shoulder of the leader, that being a sign of weakness for several generations. Now though, Jaggedstar looked to Yarrowkit, aware of the looks of the rest of the clan. None would have expected him to take on an apprentice, but he had called no other warrior up for the kit. [color=#00DD1D]"Yarrowkit, in the name of Starclan I name you Yarrowpaw; apprentice to Jaggedstar."[/color] He looked at the new apprentice, lowering his head so that the she-cat may touch her nose to his in acceptance of his tutelage. She had wanted Briarthorn, but Nightpaw was sure to benefit more from the Deputy than she would. He wanted to groom her into a warrior he could trust, and Nightpaw didn't have the spine to become a leader in any of the clans. 

[color=#00DD1D]"We expect great things from you."[/color]


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The kit had been sleeping when Jaggedstar called the clan meeting, jostled awake by his sister getting up and pushing him out of the nest in order to wake him. He had always been a heavy sleeper when he'd been up for two days in a row, though she didn't know about his nightly training. He knew about what Briarthorn had been doing for her, and instead of bringing it up he would watch them, memorizing the way they moved and practicing it on his own late at night. Normally the other cats were sleeping by the time he would sneak out of the Nursery, away from his sisters, and not long before dawn when he would crawl back into the nest with the she-kits. Last night had been one such night, and he had been practicing his hunting technique, knowing that it was getting to close to when they would be named apprentices and given to a mentor. 

He stumbled out of the den, yawning as he followed his sisters, his pelt a mess, though few in the clan would realize he was actually paying acute attention to what was going on around him. His quiet matched the young Blackkit, and his eyes the same blue as Raggedpelt's, but no one knew what he would grow up into. He was bigger than all of his sisters, but lean and lithe where they all had some muscle mass at this age. They would make strong warriors and proud mothers, whereas he may end up a Medicine Cat. Sitting down in the middle of the crowd he listened as Jaggedstar called up him, Yarrowkit and Briarthorn while jumping down to clan level himself. They were getting the two best warriors in the clan for mentors?!  Expectations. More expectations. The tom walked up, looking his mentor in the eyes with such little passion and excitement it would worry any sane member of this clan, though the way he walked made it look as if he had been practicing his balance. 

[color=#2E0BCB]"I will not disappoint."[/color]


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[h2]Rogues/Loners[/h2]

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The tom woke to the sun rising over the brush, light filtering into the clearing he had slept in the night before. He slept in the open, beneath the sky where Starclan could see him, hoping for a sign or a dream to let him know that Starclan was still with him even though he was a rogue. He had been sent into exile for wanting what was best for the clan, pushed out by his own brother but just the fact that he was alive was a tribute to Jaggedstar. There was hope and mercy inside of him still, something that he had thought had been crushed out of the other tom since they were young. 

Raggedpelt sat up, hearing his stomach growl for food and sent a quick prayer to Starclan before heading off on his daily trek to find food, train and settle in to wait for Briarthorn to come back with his news of Lightclan. The kits were young and impressionable, and even Yarrowkit would be able to have the spirit crushed out of her if Jaggedstar wanted to do that to her.