AN: Thanks to Tina-chan V for helping me out with the lore and life expectancy for the cats. I'm pretty much a kit when it comes to the lore of the series.
I'll also change some of the ceremonies a bit, as this Clan and some others are separate from the original five. So, it's not because I'm too lazy to remember everything, but because of the isolation of the new three clans.
Oh, and unlike the cannon Clans, most of the Clan cats' names will be focused or relate to their Clan's element. FlameClan, which should be glaringly obvious, has name prefixes like Ember, Flint, Amber, and Dawn. While some of these have no direct correlation with fire, they're meant to be focused on heat.
Also, reviews are appreciated! :D
Note: I still need the Clan cat names for MistClan and SandClan. Try to focus the names around the clan's element. Here are a few examples;
MistClan:
Dewkit
Drop-paw
Fogwhisker
DuneClan:
Pebblekit
Snakepaw
Breezestrike
Flintkit
FlameClan Kit
Brown/Black Tortoiseshell
5 Moons
FlameClan camp consisted of two sides – Underside and Topside. The more critical components of the Clan, like the Warriors' den and Apprentices' den were situated outside the entrance to the massive den that housed the rest of FlameClan, but had two entrances so they could both access Underside and Topside without having to go outside.
The Underside housed the nursery, Medicine Cat den, and the Leader's den. The Elders' den was situatied right next to the Apprentices'.
Kits were encouraged to play around in Underside when possible, so they were safe from the massive predators that this land had to offer.
"I'm Emberstar – I can't be beaten!" exclaimed Amberkit, play fighting with his two littermates. "Nuh-uh! I'm Ashenstar – FlameClan's rightful leader!" squeaked Dawnkit. Ashenstar had been FlameClan's previous leader and the Mentor of Emberstar. She had died in a battle with MistClan, the Clan's neighbors.
Their littermate, Flintkit, sat on the side, grooming himself. "Why is no one Honeybrook? She was deputy, so she saw some action in the battle," Flintkit mewed while licking his leg. This froze his two littermates mid-fight. They had stopped at the exact moment where Amberkit, "Emberstar", was about to throw Dawnkit, "Ashenstar", off of his back. "Because she was a molly! We're all toms!" (Molly is another word for a female cat for those of you who don't know) squeaked Amberkit.
"And? Dawnkit's Ashenstar, and she's a molly. Why not Honeybrook?" Flintkit meowed calmly. "Because Ashenstar was a hero! Honeybrook only fought – nothing else!" squealed Dawnkit. "Fine," conceded Flintkit, padding away to the nursery.
Emberstar
FlameClan Leader
Ginger/Grey Tabby
25 Moons
Emberstar was incredibly tired after having ran the whole way back to the camp. Nightshade and Cedarsun had already retired to the Warriors' den, with the former likely sleeping already and the latter playing with the kits. Only Sparkglow remained with him.
"Leapspring's kits are nearly six moons old, and will turn old enough at moonhigh tonight," mewed Sparkglow as she groomed herself, currently working on her back fur. "I am aware of that," meowed Emberstar, licking his lips.
"I'll go get something from the fresh-kill pile – I feel like I haven't eaten moons," yawned Emberstar, his lips pulling back, revealing wicked fangs. "I should probably talk to Leapspring about her kits," conceded Sparkglow, padding off towards the nursery.
As Emberstar went towards the fresh-kill pile, he was approached by the Clan's deputy, Swiftwillow. He was a white/brown tabby cat whom thoroughly enjoyed training sessions. His Apprentice was Mudpaw, whom was extremely close to becoming a Warrior. Swiftwillow was Emberstar's second closest friend, and liked to make a joke out of things.
"Howdy, Emby," he grinned, waving a paw since he had a plump squirrel in his mouth. "Hello, Swiftwillow," mewed Emberstar. He was the only cat, apart from Steampelt, who could call him that. "Hungry?" he asked. "Yup," confirmed the grey tabby. "Here, have this," Swiftwillow offered the squirrel in his jaws, "I already ate."
"Thanks," meowed Emberstar. As he craned his neck down to swallow the tender, delicious flesh, he heard Featherpaw shouting, "Coyote! Coyote!"
FlameClan automatically entered defense mode, queens ushering their kits into the nursery, Warriors and Apprentices lining up and blocking the two entrances in the dens, then the major entrance in between each.
Amberkit, a usually very cocky and playful kit, squeaked in alarm and darted into the nursery, following his mother and littermates.
Emberstar looked at the entrance, trying to make a shape in the harsh light. The figure of a cat, Featherfoot, came running in, panting. He had four diagonal claw marks on his left hind leg. Now that he was in the Underside, he slowed to a gentle limp.
"I want you to visit Steampelt and get that checked out," ordered Emberstar, sliding into a commanding role. Featherpaw nodded, shaking with fear. With a nudge from the Clan leader, he limped himself into the Medicine Cat's den.
Thankfully, the main entrance to the Underside was large enough to only fit cats and a few other creatures, which meant bears, panthers, and such couldn't fit through the hole. Since FlameClan was fairly new compared to the other two Clans, MistClan, DuneClan, and, of course, StarClan, it hadn't witnessed as many attacks as the others.
Suddenly, a loud and high-pitched yip carried to his ears from the entrance. "That is most definitely a coyote!" exclaimed Nightshade. It was followed by restrained growling and some barks. A paw slipped through the entrance and started hitting everything within reach, with no rhyme nor pattern.
The line of cats backed up, figuring out that the coyote would probably not be able to fit. Oh, how wrong they were.
The coyote took out its paw, and replaced it with its head. It made a yipping sound once it saw the cats of FlameClan. "Cinderstorm! Attack" shouted a Warrior. Cinderstorm, a grey and black tortoiseshell, yowled and flung itself at the coyote's head, landing on its snout and clawing madly.
The coyote started making whining sounds and tried to retreat and fall back, but found its head stuck in the cave entrance. "It is helpless! Attack!" roared Emberstar, charging at coyote. He was followed by six warriors and three apprentices. They all dogpiled on top of the coyote, making sure to not get near its mouth.
It continued to make those horrid sounds, and became desperate to the point where it shook its head around madly, closing its jaws again and again, in the hope to get one of the Clan members. And it did. Emberstar had been pushed off the coyote, and was unlucky enough to have landed with one leg within biting range of the coyote.
And the next thing he knew, there was searing pain going up his hind leg.
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Emberstar limped into Steampelt's den, his eyes clouded with pain. Steampelt, a calico-tabby mix, was just making Featherpaw fall asleep. Marigold was coating his wounds. She turned and jumped, startled by Emberstar's presence.
"What's wrong?" she asked, Emberstar's pain glaringly obvious. "Coyote… got bit…" he rasped, breathless by how light-headed he felt. "It's okay – just lay down and take some poppy seeds," she guided him to one of the nests made of soft, luxurious moss.
He quickly laid down and curled up, his striped tail around him like a tendril. Steampelt quickly shook some poppy from the source, and slid them in front of Emberstar. His vision was clouded with pain, but he could still make out the dark forms of the seeds in front of him. He opened his mouth and used his tongue to guide the pain-dulling seeds into his mouth.
They tasted bitter, like some of the fruit he had tasted before. It was crunchy, giving him the impression of a stiff berry. He swallowed, ignoring the tartness of the remedy.
"Now, tell me what happened," she mewed gently. Emberstar's pain had been reduced to a dull throbbing; bearable, but the grey tabby could still feel its presence. He gave off a low yowl, but that was it. "I was thrown off of the coyote's head, and landed right in front of its muzzle. I should've jumped, but I hesitated," he rasped.
Steampelt gave him a few comforting licks on the head, as a mother might give their kits, and mewed gently, "It's alright. All alright. You need to rest now."
