Stories of DarkClan & LightClan

[Lily~Myth]

Hello everyone!

This thread will be of short stories of cats from ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ ‘s rp DarkClan and LightClan~! I’m starting off with my cats for now, but if anyone wants me to include theirs just ask and I’ll do my best to incorporate them.

This is also can be canon to the history of the cats or what-if scenarios, or just plain funny spoofs. Each story will say what it is and have each cat named be listed below the story.



Pepperkit(star)’s Pun Revolution: (Canon)

“Slow down Pepperkit!” The squeaks of kittens mewed as the cat in question was running ahead of them, a ginger-colored tabby tomkit only laughed in response and only stopping once he reached the freshkill pile. His dark yellow eyes gleaming in excitement, full of curiosity like most kittens and ready to take on the world. He swished his fluffy tail in triumph until he was jumped on by the other kits.

Pepperkit’s siblings in fact, there was his brother Leafkit with a brown tabby coat but shared the fluffy fur and yellow eyes. The other was his sister Rootkit who shared his ginger-colored pelt but had seemingly more stripes, a thinner coat and blue eyes.

“Wait for us next time!” Leafkit snapped, despite his thick coat he was actually the smallest out of the litter. Playfully he swapped his brother’s ear which made the ginger tom simply roll over.

Effectively trapping the brother underneath him, “Says the turtle.” Pepperkit let out a gasp when he was tackled by Rookit who successful tackled him to the ground and into a roll until he was pinned down by her. “Yet the turtle outsmarted the fox.” Pepperkit let out a scoff but understood that meaning, having listened to the elders and their wise stories.

“Stop playing around the pile, ya’ll either grab somethin’ to eat or run along.” All three kittens turned their heads in sync to the owner of the voice, it belonged to LightClan’s most grumpiest and older warriors named Ravengaze. The black furred she-cat’s piercing yellow eyes still retained their fierceness despite the graying muzzle and the warrior’s battle scars, the most prominent being half of her ear had been torn off in a skirmish. “Well?”

“Yes Ravengaze.” Their voices in chorus which made them burst into giggles, the three kits always following the other or like this in sync much ti the clan’s amusement or annoyance depending on who you asked.

Pepperkit watched as his siblings grabbed a mouse from the pile, he was going to follow them but halted to see the warrior’s demeanor grow sullen for a moment. Being a nosy kit and hating to see others in pain, he cautiously padded over to the warrior who looked up when he was within a fox-length from her. “I heard a lot of chirping today, do you think birds talk bad about us?”

“I mean, we eat them and stuff. But do you think they gossip like cats do? Or are they just trying to see who’s louder.” He continued without batting an eye to the warrior who looked perplexed and wondering if the young kit had gone mad. “I actually think birds are just swallow.” Ending his weird chat with a pun that earned him a snicker and a smile.

Pepperkit grinned from ear to ear, “Now your smiling! Thought I’d only get a chirp but hey, like my mom always says; hawks can’t be picky- but robins can.” Earning more laughter to the point that even he was starting to crack up too.

“Heh, keep up with those puns. You’ll be a real hit.” Ravengaze chuckled and seemed to be better at the moment. The young tom had forgotten that this time around the warrior always got more surly and distant. He had heard that she had lost her mate around this season from an ambush by a Darkclan cat. Of course being a kit he didn’t know the full details, but he knew better than to pry that far. That was rude and not appropriate. “Thanks Pepperkit, now….” He watched as the warrior stood up on her paws and looking down at him thoughtfully. “Go run along with your siblings, don’t want to get the tail-end of that mouse.”

“Anytime Ravengaze,” Pepperkit mewed happily then running off over to his littermates, he noticed his mother pad over to the older warrior but didn’t think much of it. “Don’t tell me, puns? Your jokes are funny but terrible!” Leafkit giggled as the the ginger tom bit into the mouse, swallowing his food before replying did Pepperkit simply just grin. “Yeah but they make cats smile.”

“That’s true,” Rookit added with a smile as the she-kit affectionally pawed at both of the toms’ ears. The three kits started playing once they finished off the mouse, blissfully unaware of the war still raging on between the two clans. Naive to the real dangers and horrors that war brought and followed by death. War made the young grow up quickly, taking away their kithood and replacing it with experience. But for now, these siblings took time to enjoy each others company and the happiness they brought.

Pepperkit mother, Kestrelstripe a thick-furred, tall brown-and-white tabby with golden eyes was talking with Ravengaze- but not about the war, the tabby was lending her ear to her friend. “There is always hope when kits are born, a chance of rebirth. Yet this war has taken many lives, even the gatherings being the few instances of peace between the clans- has become tense like tree bark.” Began the queen as she had a small smile on her face, keeping one eye on her friend and the other on her own litter. “I’m not saying we give in, I’m just saying the clans need a reminder that all life is sacred.”

“True, but those in charge are stuck in the past like a burr. I guess you are suggesting the new generation…?” The black she-cat questioned with a slight tilt of her head.

The tabby queen simply hummed a little, “Perhaps…. I’m trying to help but I’m just stumped.”

“Well, I hope they do a better job than we did…and Kestrelstripe?” Yet again the older warrior asked a question which she only continued when the other cat nodded.

“Your puns are terrible like your son, it’s worse than putting fire ants in a nest.” Ravengaze huffed and tried to not be amused, but her stoic deamnor cracked a little when the other cat started to chuckle.

“He’s still branching out.”

“Stop it.”

“Not that far from the tree either.”

“Kestrelstripe, how were you my apprentice?”

“Alright, alright! I’ll leaf you alone for now, I wood see you later but I have to make sure my kits aren’t in treeble.”

Ravengaze sighed at the terrible jokes and looked up towards the sky, “StarClan help this clan.”


Cats Featured; (names/owner;or relation/ age in story)

Pepperkit/star (Lily~Myth) Three moons.
Leafkit, {brother to Pepperkit} Three moons.
Rootkit {sister to Pepperkit} Three moons.
Ravengaze {warrior of LightClan} 90 moons.
Kestrelstripe {mother of Pepperkit, Rootkit and Leafkit} 69 moons.

Unseen is Gingerfur (a dark ginger-colored tabby with blue eyes, thin fur), Father of Pepperkit, Rootkit, Leafkit and mate of Ravengaze. [giving ya’ll a quick bio of the dad]

Rootkit and Leafkit are either deceased/or adoptable as characters if anyone is interested.

[✞~Spottedleaf ~✞]

Nice, I like it!

[Lily~Myth]

Thanks!

[Ravenfeather]

So many puns,,, I love it :'D
This was a fun read!! Excited to see what you add next!

[Lily~Myth]

Thank you! Ah it’s good to be writing again~!

The next story will be up soon,

Edit: (here it is ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ and Ravenfeather)





Riverclaw’s Remembrance: (Canon)

“What in StarClan’s name are you doing?!” An abrupt voice snapped her thoughts as the dark blue-gray opened her eyes to see a light gray tabby tom staring at her, green eyes in shock and even his jaw was slightly open and unceremoniously dropping the herbs that he had apparently been gathering to the floor. Luckily they landed softly on the rocky ground as opposed to the river that slowly swept through the territory. The she-cat blinked her bright blue eyes and adjusted her position on the rock, stationed in the river but the warrior remained dry and what little sunlight that skimmed through made it a relaxing spot. “Chilling out by my namesake.” Her sarcasm laced voice seemed only make the tom mad but she didn’t care, holding her head up and fighting the urge back to nap. “What are you up to Dewfeather?”

“Your injured! You got them from yesterday’s battle! Riverclaw, you can’t be waltzing out of camp and nap at Stone Falls, your wounds will get infected, you might get sick, lose a limb or your life!” Dewfeather snapped angrily and hopping over to her spot but carefully from getting in the river’s slow current. Seemingly a dry paw for not just swimming over or the medicine cat didn’t want a bath.

Riverclaw simply hummed in response and glanced up at the tabby cat, surprised by his outburst as the medicine cat always was the rock of the clan- calm and kind, always there to heal injured or sick members and even lending an ear too. Seeing him get mad was downright funny, she fought back a snicker that turned into a purr of amusement.

“My wounds are not deep, they do it impede my movement and while I love to swim, I am staying out from the water to avoid infection.” Riverclaw mewed with a flick of her ear and boldly staring at Dewfeather who shut his mouth and seemed still mad but content at her reasonable response. “Now are you going to just stand there or join me?”

Another bold move on her part but he seemed to take her offer as he moved to sit on the rock in front of her, seemingly unsure and kept glancing at his paws every so often which lead to just relaxing silence. “You are right…. I apologize for my outburst, these past couple of days has been…. long.”

The feud between two clans has been going on for generations and the most recent battle had been on and off for the past week, only ending yesterday in a rather particular way that left both sides injured and without a clear victor. The only thing good was that no cats lost their lives, at least that the warrior knew of but many cats were injured with each wound differing levels of severity.

“No…. I was in the wrong, yes I might be injured-“ Riverclaw began carefully as she sat up slowly from her spot and letting her tail lay across her paws. “But I can see how my…. ‘disappearance’ might be seen as strange considering the most recent battle.”

“I love fighting and the battle, but each day I try to come here for a moment of peace and quiet. It’s a relaxing place….” Riverclaw admitted quietly and simply kept her gaze on the water that followed between the rocks, a small fish would dart under the water but she didn’t move to catch it. Her wounds did not impede her movement but she did not want to risk reopening them, nor prove the tabby right.

Another moment of silence came between the two cats, the warrior pondered why she was telling this to the medicine cat who was the opposite of what most DarkClan cats were. He was not a fierce cat, yes he was strong mentally but not having much fighting experience that made some warriors of the clan scoff at him, despite his role in healing their wounds and ailing their illness. Seemingly a chill and laid-back cat, always going with the flow and swift in concluding what is needed for each clanmate.

“I find this place relaxing too.” She looked up to see Dewfeather watching the water too, “I like to gather herbs here… the smell is always refreshing and the just listening to the waterfall is calming.” He continued talking as if she was not there.

“Not have to listen to the sounds of cats in pain or the stench of death and blood at every corner.” Both cats mewed in unison then bursting into small fits of laughter.

For the first time Riverclaw felt calm like this current and truly at peace. Yes she was a warrior, yes she was born for battle but…. Now talking with Dewfeather was a breath of fresh air and finding a cat who shared her views was nice. The two cats decided to meet eachother at Stone Falls when the feud was slow and they were not needed by the clan, they found solace here and their friendship grew into something more.

*several moons later*

They found love, she had beautiful kits with the father present at their birth. No cat seemed the wiser, simply thinking the father of the kittens was a passing loner or a former clanmate who passed in battle. She was relived but always held this fear that some cat might out the dots together. Not knowing what would happen to her kits, her mate Dewfeather and herself if they were found out.

*three moons later*

The dark blue-gray she-cat sat with the rest of her clanmates, she wanted to screech in agony, she wanted to cry, she wanted to beg him to come back. But she couldn’t, she had to keep her kittens safe. She stayed through most of the vigil for Dewfeather, a cat who died far to soon and a lifeblood for the clan. He was more than just her mate or medicine cat, he was her friend and equal. Most cats equated her sadness to that if the clan losing their only medicine cat, some might say a friend- her thrill of battle had landed her in the medicine cat’s den more than once and at times had to be stuck healing in the den. She stayed as long as she could until she went back into the nursery, right now her kittens needed her and she needed them. For now she will live for her them and continue with her life until she joined him in Starclan however, he had also given her a new outlook on life and she would give that to her kittens.

Cats Featured; (names/owner;or relation/ age in story)

Riverclaw (Lily~Myth)
Dewfeather (medicine cat of DarkClan and Riverclaw’s mate)
Riverclaw’s Kits (not named, but mentioned)