Okay, so I really do need more queens and apprentices! Also, just some little story part so all submitted ocs will be correctly in place

1) Most she-cats born into FlameClan become queens. There are a few she-cats that don't, and this is because of how Crackedstar leads the Clan.

2) There are four sections of queens, each going further and further into the tunnels that run under the stone landscape above. Many queens aren't actually born into the Clan, some were kittypets, loners, rogues, or even cats they stole from other Clans (like Beepaw).

3) Also, most warriors weren't born into the Clan either. Crackedstar took over when FlameClan was almost completely dead, an terrible illness had killed off almost everyone but a few. So he took over as leader, made up a system to get more kits born quickly, while taking in queens and warriors.

So, if you do submit a queen (please do!), then tell me what section shes from, one, two, three or four, and if they came from being a kittypet, loner, rogue, or had gotten catnapped from a different Clan. Also with the warriors do that too, as if if they come from a different place then being born into FlameClan.

September, 2nd, 2020.

Eyes blinking widely open she gasped. Struggling to gain control of her body as she tried to work out the stiffness in her limbs. There was a few sighs of relief that made her ears twitch, pale gaze looking up.

Icaruspaw gave her ears a few licks. His tail rested on her shoulder, worry frosted his blue eyes. "Are you alright?" The tom asked, his head lowered as he crouched beside her.

Blinking her eyes quickly she was able to get the blurriness out of them. Paws twitched every now and then as she sat up a little bit, finding comfort in leaning against the silver pelted tom. "Fine," she meowed, her voice raspy and low.

The tom blinked at her with sympathy before he licked her cheek. A low purr rumbled in her throat as she rested against him shoulder. Glad to have something to steady her shaking body, which only grew more shakily as the numbness and stiffness left her.

Loud crashes from above made her ears go flat on her head. Eyes flickering up as she recalled her dream - if that was even what I was. "What's happening?" She mewed, eyes wide as she looked over to the others.

One queen that had been grooming her pelt glanced up. "Don't worry about it, this happens sometimes."

Really? Shivering she pressed against Icaruspaw. How could they deal with this, and to say it like it was a normally recurring thing! I don't think I can live like this.

After what seemed like hours had passed they finally were given the all clear. Moving out of the nursery her gaze widened. The entire camp was destroyed, large bolders were randomly crashed into the ground. Smaller pebbles and gravel littered the floor, and peices of rock that had acted as little mountains were crumpled.

Icaruspaw also seemed slightly surprised. Though he quickly hid it as he turned to her. "We get small earthquakes, but usually they don't affect anyone else but us." He paused, eyes wondering the camp. "Usually they aren't this bad."

She nodded. It wasn't hard to tell that many weren't happy, and the surprise was clear to see. Many of the warriors instantly went to retrieve any bite of prey that could be saved, while apprentices and others started to head towards Crackedstar den. Sitting down, as if waiting for him.

"Don't worry, everyone is safe and no-one was injured!" Crackedstar began, his gaze searching the crowd of cats. "The warrior's will clear out the camp, apprentices go out and hunt for any prey. We lost nearly all of ours to this earthquake."

One tom huffed, his eyes flashing. "That earthquake scared all the prey off! How are we supposed to hunt?"

The ginger leader dipped his head. Though she could see a spark of anger before he did so. "Hawkpaw, we must eat. And our queens need feeding, do you understand?" There was a hint of a snarl in his voice, eye narrowed at the gold pelted tom.

Hawkpaw shut it after that. But there was still anger bristling between both toms, and she couldn't help but find herself annoyed. Couldn't the gold pelted tom ever shut up and just listen?

Someone touched her cheek, blinking she glanced to the side, purring as she spotted Ashpaw. "Are you alright, Ash?" She meowed softly, she had figured that the nervous tom would be in a reck after something as loud as that, but he seemed perfectly fine.

"Yeah, I'm use to those. Almost everyone is," sighing he sat down, relaxed, but there was worry shimmering in his eyes as he took in the damaged camp.

Beepaw couldn't help but feel bad for the poor tom. He had to live through this for way to long, and under a horrid leader too. She flicked her tail. All though Crackedstar had threatened her into becoming a queen of FlameClan, he did act like a regular leader. Dealing with his Clan just as Hazelstar did for SaltClan.

Is this how their fooled? Tail lashing she hissed. Well, it took more then some simple flattery for her to be fooled! Growing up in the house she did Beepaw had been able to detect this stuff easily, and yes, it pained her to ever see it, but that was a sad reality she had come to face over and over again.

"I'm going to hunt, I'll bring you back the fattest blackbird I can find!" Ashpaw had slipped past her. Tossing the words over his shoulder as he excitedly joined a patrol full of apprentices.

A tailtip flicked her shoulder. And as she turned she dipped her head. "Yes?" She mewed.

Heathertuft purred, her eyes bright as he nudged the young she-cat. "Us queens need to go look for moss, since all the warriors and apprentices are busy, we must provide that for everyone."

The young she-cats tail quivered with excitement. She would be able to leave camp? Forgetting her unusual out of body experience she followed Heathertuft to a gather spot of queens.

Ears flat she gazed at them with wide eyes. Why were there so many - no - how were there so many? Is this why no one is ever in camp? Feeding this much queens would be hard, not mentioning that they have kits which could be litters of one to six...

Beepaw felt her mind stop on itself. The empty camp was now making more sense, before she had only scented the queens, far off into tunnels, but now...

Sorry it's short, but for the next chapter I really do need queens. If I don't get some I'll need to make up my own, which I don't really like doing cause I feel like I'm using the same pelt colour or eye colour to much, and then descriptions get harder for me to do.

So, if you would like do please read the rules I have above for FlameClan queens, apprentices, and warriors!

September, 3rd, 2020