TundraClan

**TundraClan belongs to Willow.**

## **History**

You’d think their history is “One of the Clans that had been here from the beginning“- nope. The original TundraClanners hadn’t. They’d actually come from far mountains where they’d been known to have blood of their ancestor Snow Leopards, originally what would happen with them, was that after all of her siblings had gone independent, Tundra, or, Tundrastar, had then trusted the Ancestors, to guide her as she too set off, unbeknownst to her she’d been followed by her old friends, and her niece. Later she’d then been guided by StarClan, seeing a cat being sent called Light of the Rising Moon, or later, Lightmoon, he’d been sent by StarClan to teach the cats of the Tundra, the way’s of the warrior. Before that though, she’d found the perfect camp, though revealing themselves, the original TundraClan members with the blood of the wild. Though they’d started to die out. Tundrastar had her son with Lightmoon, Lynxtooth, as he’d then become mates with the she-cat Frigidbreeze. To reveal Charcoalkit and Glacierkit, as then her grandkits, though later her niece’d become mates with an unnamed tom bearing, Flurryfall and Featherstorm, then as Featherstorm passed, Flurryfall bore Frostkit and Snowkit, as their father was a great warrior, Beartail. And soon Frostkit lots her life to the Thunderpath, as then Snowkit was left. Though Tundrastar’s bloodline wasn’t the only one of the wild, another couple followed her niece, As they’d had their kits not only long ago, Rainspots and Polarstorm.

Later in time after most of the clan had been wiped bu the great plague, TundraClan returned short of half the clan, but grew slowly, too slow as it seemed, as they’d then been conquered by former ThornClanners Loststar and Whiterose, with Sarge, as he killed Tundrastar, Bubblesplash, Sleet, Darkstorm, and Beta. They regained control of TundraClan and stole kits from all the clans at Loststar’s first gathering as leader. As he then returned to start training them though it’d been chaos..... though deaths scattered TundraClan’s surface, Loststar was still leader. And now as those kits are apprentices and he’d taken over the Ally Cats as more guards? It’s hard not to be afraid of TundraClan.

## **Territory**

TundraClan’s territory might not get snow in Greenleaf, but it doesn’t get real hot either, so their pelts are mot better-so for the cold and rocks, as their territory only ever gets warm if there is a drought or on the hottest day of Leafbare, out of that, they live in a nice forest of Pine land along with Some mountains of boulders and rocks.

## **Allegiances**

**Leader:**

Loststar- black tom with amber eyes (**Willow**)
**Deputy:**

Sarge - dark tabby tom (**Wolfy**)
**Medicine Cat(s):**

Glacierheart - white Bengal spotted tom. (**ADOPTABLE)**
Matcha - a fawn oriental she-cat. (**Mushroom**)
**Guards:**

Darkstorm - huge black tom (**Willow**)
Bubblesplash - snow rosetted she-cat (**ADOPTABLE**)
Sleet - huge white main coon tom (**Willow**)
Beta - brown tabby she-cat (**ADOPTABLE**)
Foxglove - a main concern she-cat (**ADOPTABLE**)
Swift - a black and white tom (**ADOPTABLE)**
Goose - an orange tom with yellow eyes (**Wolfy**)
Chai - a cinnamon she-cat (**Hope**)
Frost - a blue she-cat with green eyes (**Wolfy**)
**Warriors:**

Glowfur - white and blonde spotted she-cat. (**Ivy**)
**Apprentice**: *Bluepaw*
Snowfall - rosetted cat with sparking blue eyes. (**ADOPTABLE**)
Charcoalpatch - charcoal bengal tom (**ADOPTABLE**)
Wolfclaw - long haired gray and white tom (**Moon**)
Whitefur - long furred white she-cat with green eyes (**Ivy**)
Snowbreeze - long-furred silver and white she-cat with blue eyes (**Queen Snowy**)
Rainspots - rosetted she-cat (**Willow)**
Blizzardclaw - white she-cat (**Cobra**)
Volefang - striped tabby cat (**Cobra)**
Paleice - greyish whitre she-cat (**Garnet**)
**Apprentices:**

Bluepaw - brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes, apprenticed to Glowfur (**Willow**)
,Faintpaw - brown tabby she-kit, apprenticed to Stormsnow (**Hope**)
Poolpaw - oriental blue tabby tom, apprenticed to no one currently (**ADOPTABLE**)
Driftpaw - pretty lynx point she-cat (**Whiskers)**
Scott - a siamese tom (**ADOPTABLE)**
Cheddar - a she-cat, training under Matcha (**ADOPTABLE**)
Rosemarypaw - fluffy, pale gray she-cat with bright blue eyes (**ADOPTABLE**)
Shypaw - tortoiseshell tom kit. (**Whiskers)**
Forestpaw- calico tom kit. (**Moon**)

Baypaw - tortoiseshell tabby she-cat. (**Willow**)
Beepaw - tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes (**Fire**)
Chestnutpaw - brown tabby she-kit (**Willow**)
Crashpaw - ash tabby tom with blue eyes (**Whiskers**)
Splashpaw - white long-haired she-cat with silvery flecks (**Fire**)
Foxpaw - light ginger tom-kit with green eyes (**Sketchy**)
Amberpaw - golden-red she-kit (**Sketchy**)
Rowanpaw - ruddy ticked red she-kit with aqua green eyes (**Wolfy**)
Coalpaw - black she-cat (**Moon**)
Snowpaw - snow Bengal she-kit (**Stork**)
Shadowpaw - black and gray kit (**Moon**)
Wolfpaw - small black tom (**Moon**)
Mushroompaw - a tall widowed tom with a light brown pelt and shiny green eyes (Mushroompaw2)
Flamepaw - an orange tabby tom. (Moon)

Frosty - A white she-cat (formerly rouge). (**Fire**)
**Queens & Kits:**

Irismoon - black and white she-cat, Nursing Whiteclaw’s kits. (**Willow**)
Verminkit - a chocolate patches and white she-kit (**Willow**)
Snowshoekit - a fuzzy black and white she-kit (**Wolfy**)
Owlkit - a black and white patched tom kit (**Adoptable**)
Brightgaze - grey and white she-cat, nursing Wolfclaw’s kits (**Moon**)
Crystalkit - white and grey she-kit (**Moon**)
Featherkit - white tom kit (**Moon**)
Maplekit - a small blind tom with a fluffy brown pelt (Mushroompaw2)
**Elders**

None
**Deceased Memebers**

Lightmoon, Lynxtooth, Frigidbreeze, Flurryfall, Featherstorm, Beartail, Frostfang, Snowlight, Silverspark, Whiteclaw, Tundrastar, Finchkit, Swirlkit, Iciclekit, Whiterose, Dawnrise,
**Exiled Members**

Fadingfrost
**MIA**

Snailkit,
## **Roleplay**

### **Roleplaying Area**

**This is the roleplaying area. To update it, edit it. The newest roleplay is at the bottom! Please roleplay there.**Loststar grinned from the high rock. “Darkstorm, Sleet, Beta, Foxglove, Swift, Goose, Glowfur, Snowfall, Rainspots, and Blizardclaw, you will come on the ambush patrols, split in half to bring ThornClan the surprise.” The leader meowed. “Bring some apprentices, Crashpaw, Chestnutpaw, Baypaw, Faintpaw, Beepaw, and Splashpaw.” He looked to his own apprentice. “Oh, and Driftpaw, why don’t you monitor them in the battle, make sure none leave.” He added. Darkness in his eyes. The tom lashed his tail. “Lets see if StarClan can save them now.” He whisked. Everything was coming into place, making the clans quake, leaving ThornClan with nothing but injured warriors, perhaps ScarClan would like to join, if Sigma was up to it, if she had not been weak to be murdered by Muddyfang. Perhaps he would strike a deal later. To join forces against these pesky star-followers. He knew he was going to have a tool. Later. He flicked his gaze to Crashpaw. - LoststarBaypaw pricked her ears at her name. Perfect. More fighting, and this time not among each other, but in an actual battle. No holding back? Of course. Holding back? Not an option. It would be an accident if she killed some cats, she looked to Loststar with a grin. Dark sensation gripped her. The first time blood had met her tongue, she had enjoyed it, did she? She frowned, what was she doing.... Before she heard Mapleblaze and Oaktrail. There was no way she was going to disobey orders. - Baypaw

Crashpaw flattened his ashy-hued ears at the call of Loststar. He gritted his teeth and considered pretending that he was still asleep, but knew that would be pointless. Driftpaw, meanwhile, grinned to herself. -- Crashpaw

At the spotting of her brother, Chestnutpaw bounded over. “Will you be alright... You know we have to fight them.” She meowed. “I-I’m sorry about everything Crashpaw.... I can’t help but think it’s my fault he’s using you.” She admitted. She wasn't ready for another fight, especially when her pelt was dirty and hurt from the previous attack from Driftpaw, though Loststar didn't care. - Chestnutpaw

The blind tortoiseshell sat in the medicine cat den in silence. A single ear angled in the direction of the den's exit, listening gloomily to Loststar's words. Shypaw breathed a mental sigh of relief when he noted that his own name wasn't called. -- Shypaw

Crashpaw stared down at his sister. Already, the tom had begun to grow, although his pelt was still littered with the occasional scar from fights in Tundraclan. "I know we're fighting them. I think I'm capable of holding me own- I'm not particularly worried about myself." The gray-brown commented quickly, his scornful glare traveling over to the clan's leader. "...It's ok. We'll get out of this, one way or another." -- Crashpaw

“You should be.” Chestnutpaw mewed. “I’m worried about you.” She let her eyes rest, though stilled fixed on his scars. “When do you think Foxstar will send help?” - Chestnut

Beepaw stared at Grasskit a bit longer, then closed her eyes. "Just do it..." Grasskit grinned, then walked closer, until their noses were inches apart. "Good girl..." The distorted voice had come back, and it began to engulf her senses, drowning everything else out. She could feel the cold darkness creeping into her soul and taking it over. Then, it was gone. She was back in the snow, feeling better then ever. She looked back down at the Grasskit's grave, and scoffed. She didn't know why she had ever cried over this fool. She got up and stretched, then trotted back to camp. She saw Loststar looking smug about something, and she wondered what she had missed. She went over to Chestnutpaw. "Hey there, Chestnutpaw! What'd I miss?" - Beepaw

”Loststar ordered an attack on ThornClan, you’re in it as well..... where.... where were you?” She meowed questioningly, something about her was.... different. “Driftpaw has to monitor us.” - Chestnut

"Soon. They'll have to send help soon." Crashpaw lied, although he had truthfully come to believe that SeaClan and the other clans had given up on them. "Don't worry about me, Chestnutpaw. I'll be fine." He tried to reassure her, his eyes softening for a moment before one of her "friends" came near. The ash-colored tabby sent Beepaw a scrutinizing glance before he began to walk away. "...I'll talk to you later, sister." -- Crashpaw

Shypaw cautiously shuffled out of the medicine cat den as he heard camp begin to bustle with activity. Something was definitely up. However, as the tortoiseshell tom stepped out of the den, he found a big pile of snow falling onto him and enveloping him. -- Shypaw

Beepaw giggled. "What do you mean? I'm just little ol' me. Now... about the attack... are we ordered to kill?" She asked, a smile on her face. Inside her mind, however, a storm was brewing. - Beepaw

Splash saw Beepaw and Chestnutpaw together and went over. She noticed Beepaw's mood had certainty changed quick. She wondered what was up. "Beepaw? You ok? You're acting different..." Beepaw turned quickly. "Hey Splashpaw! I don't know why everyone is saying I'm acting different, I'm still the same Beepaw. I'm just excited for the battle, I guess." - Beepaw + Splashpaw

Chestnutpaw smiled after her brother, though felt weak at it. She looked to Beepaw, she changed so much. “You’re excited for the battle? Why? We should be fighting. And yes, I’m assuming Loststar wants us to kill.” She meowed. How could she kill cats she never even knew before? What was the warrior code now? Was Crashpaw right? Maybe SeaClan is grouping up and planning. But.... when will they save her. - Chestnut

"Why wouldn't I be excited about the prospect of tearing out the throats of our enemies? They dared to defy us... Now they pay the price!" She giggled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I wanna go talk to Loststar about the plan of attack." She then trotted away, over to where Loststar was seated above his Clan mates. - Beepaw

Splashpaw was horrified by what Beepaw had just said. She was always the most kind and caring cat she'd ever met. And lately... She'd been pretty gloomy. She looked mournfully at Beepaw. She turned to Chestnutpaw. "I'm worried about her, something is definitely up. What should we do?" - Splashpaw

Chestnutpaw just stared in silence. “I don’t know.... Does she even remember we’re being forced by a cruel leader that stole us, to fight against our own will in his battles?” She wondered if something else was up, nothing she could tell, but something she could show. Like her demon, perhaps... “We need to watch her.” Though wondered if Baypaw could help, she had blinded Beepaw with her demon, perhaps she would do something.... Looking to where Baypaw was sharpening her claws on a spruce stem like it was a scratching post, she sighed. - chestnut

Frosty looked at the gathered cats, and wondered what had gotten them all riled up. She decided to go over to that one she-cat she had met earlier, Splashpaw, she thought the name was. She was with another cat as well. "Hey mates, you know what's going on? Those cats seem pretty excited 'bout something." - Frosty

Beepaw couldn't wait for the command to be given to attack. She could almost *taste* the flash of her enemies. She relished it. - Beepaw

“Beepaw, are you thinking alright? We should be apart of the battle, we’re being forced to fight Loststar’s battles.” She meowed. “Remember? Grasskit? Fighting Baypaw?” She meowed expectantly. - Chestnut

Crashpaw settled down in the apprentice's den, sending a scathing glare in the direction of Loststar. Of course, he just had to invite Chestnutpaw along so that he could use the she-cat against him. Otherwise, he could have had the opportunity to make a break for it and flee to one of the other neighboring clans. He could only hope that his sister would get the same idea, and flee before any harm could come to her. -- Crashpaw

Shypaw struggled out of the snowdrift, panting from the effort after he finally freed himself from the sudden chilly prison. *I hate TundraClan.* -- Shypaw

Ignoring the glares Crashpaw had given the leader, Loststar knew he was unhappy, he would be happy in battle though, out of this camp. He flicked his tail. “Half of us go pounce on a patrol, they’ll send help. When the help gets there, we attack the camp and kill as many as we can.” Loststar grinned. “And of course, Redstar is mine.” He meowed. Casting Rowanpaw a glance. - Lost

Driftpaw narrowed her eyes at Rowanpaw, after Loststar glanced in her direction at the mention of Redstar. The lynx point she-cat remembered having a rather...*strange* conversation with the ThornClan cat. Come to think of it, she did look just like the leader. Curious. -- Driftpaw

Crashpaw twitched his ears as the leader rambled on about his grand scheme. *Maybe if we're lucky enough, Redstar will just kill him on the spot.* -- Crashpaw

”In fact, why don’t you come along Rowanpaw, I bet you’d love to see your father slaughtered at my paws.” He meowed to her. He wanted so badly to kill the new leader, as many times as he would, and could. The remembrance of ThornClan angered Loststar, remembering Gingershine.... his kits!? - Lost

Beepaw listened with apprehension as Loststar described the attack plan. She suddenly saw what looked like a flash of pain crease his brow. She hoped he wasn't backing down. *He better not be...* - Beepaw

At the thought. How could he not have remembered his own kits? He scrolled. “We’ll do it at dusk.’ He announced before padding back and fourth. He needed to have his kits, Perhaps killing them would be quickest, though they could be of use to him, he flicked his gaze from Crashpaw to Driftpaw. They are already fine cats. Though Crashpaw just needs some work, as long as his sister was here. He’d stay. - Lost

Beepaw was smirked when it disappeared and he was back to his usual attitude. Meanhwile, Splashpaw looked on at her friend as she listened to Loststar intently. *Why Beepaw... Why did you do it? I love you..* - Beepaw + Splashpaw

Baypaw looked interestedly to Beepaw. Enjoying one of Loststar’s announcements? New. Only when Chestnutpaw padded towards her she scowled. “What do you want?” “What did you do to her?” CHestnutpaw sped through the words as if steady over a target, ready to release the arrow. “What?” Baypaw asked. “Oooooo.” Making Chestnutpaw perk up. “Look, Beepaw is literally not of my concern. I did nothing to her, maybe she just decided to listen to reason and abandon her clan. What do you expect.” She shrugged. Chestnutpaw looked to her. Hope, sadness, and confusion shown in her eyes. “Please. Don’t let her get hurt.” The tone made Baypaw hiss. “She’s not of my responsibility.” - Baypaw & Chestnut

Beepaw noticed Baypaw and Chestnutpaw talking, and Chestnutpaw looked like she was sad. Just then, she broke free of her trance. The thought of Chestnutpaw in pain made her hurt. She walked over to Chestnutpaw. "You okay?" - Beepaw

Chestnutpaw shifted her glance to her paws. “I’m fine...” She meowed. This wasn’t the same cat she knew she would and could talk to. She wasn’t gonna risk anything. Not while everything was at stake. When Baypaw glared Beepaw’s way, the apprentices stepped between the two. “This is a private conversation.” She meowed. Making Chestnutpaw wonder why Baypaw cares? Which side was she on? - Chestnut

Beepaw froze when Baypaw spoke to her, expecting another barrage of hurtful words, but she simply said the conversation was private, and she almost nodded and walked off, but then she felt it taking over again. She then stared Baypaw dead in the eye. "And whatcha gonna do about it? Not trying to kill me again? Cause you seem to suck at it." Beepaw let out a harsh laugh. - Beepaw

Baypaw froze. Making Chestnutpaw’s belly twist. What was she doing!? She looked to her friend. “Wha-!?” Baypaw flicked her tail. “Pulling out threats Tiny, won’t do squash, You might remember I would’ve won many times, if it weren’t for the cats that care about you.” She turned to Meet Beepaw’s gaze, emptiness in her eyes. “If you really think about it? You had let yourself die and they bring you back.” She meowed. “And by the way, I need to save my strength for the battle to come, not on some wimpy kitten who’s possessed by ghosts.” Baypaw finished. Looking to the horror faced Chestnutpaw. “Like I said. She’s not my responsibility.” - Baypaw

Beepaw snarled and leapt at Baypaw, claws unsheathed. "If I'm so weak, then try and beat me!" She dug her teeth down into Baypaw flesh, feeling blood rush into her mouth and felt her teeth scrape against bone. - Beepaw

Baypaw shrieked and kicked until the leech came off. She narrowed her eyes. “If you want to waste my time go ahead Tiny.” Baypaw gritted her teeth. “This time you have no one to protect you.” She lunged herself forward, gripping Beepaw’s scruff hard and throwing her against the meeting cliff, hard. Chestnutpaw stared. Baypaw knew she wasn’t gonna stop her this time. She spat a clump of fur out of her mouth after the throw. - Baypaw

Beepawhissed and pushed herself up, throwing off Baypaw. She spat out the fur and muscle she had torn from Baypaw. "I might be smaller, but I can still rip out your throat!!!" She lunged forward and latched her teeth into her scruff, doing her best to shake and daze Baypaw. - Beepaw

As many scars it would take, Baypaw wasn’t going down easy, She whipped her head around and bit hard on Beepaw’s muzzle rippling at her lips and drawing blood, she raised a paw as she took a step back and slashed at Beepaw’s eyes, wile she was distracted Baypaw examined her burning scruff with annoyance. How can anyone fight when they’re hurt? - Bay

Ah yes, the sound of cats fighting- nothing new there, just mouse-brained of cats to fight before they were shoved into a war with ThornClan. But hey, if they were so eager for death, Crashpaw wouldn't protest. TundraClan might be a bit quieter, at least. The tabby tom continued to rest in the apprentice's den, awaiting the upcoming war. He had to ensure that he conserved his energy, in the event that Loststar attempted to purposefully toss his sister into a dangerous position. -- Crashpaw

Chestnutpaw backed away. She did not want to be put in this position.... “Stop!” She cried, leaping between the cats. “Beepaw, *no*.” She growled. “We need to save our strength for the real battle! Not some challenge to fail!” She pleaded. Even if it was a forced violence, she knew they needed to fight, and if she made a mistake, Crashpaw could get hurt because of her. - Chestnut

Beepaw snarled and shook off the blood. She glared at Chestnutpaw, then looked down. "Yeah, whatever." She pushed past them, purposely smacking her tail into Baypaw's face. "Oops." She snickered, before walking off. *-* Beepaw

Chestnutpaw looked to Baypaw apologetically. “Don’t be.” Baypaw sneered. “She deserves a put-down” She hissed. Chestnutpaw frowned, hurt, and feeling low and betrayed, she looked for her brother and padded after him. “Beepaw’s being weird.” She frowned to him. “I know you don’t care about them, but I need someone to talk to right now... Crashpaw.... I don’t think we’re gonna escape anytime soon.... Ever since the storms came I feel like something bad is happening at home.... You know how bad storms get.... And I feel so alone right now... and...” She looked to her paws. - Chestnut

StarClan, she never did like to take his advice, did she? "Get yourself new friends, Chestnutpaw. They're no good for you- I don't know how many times I have to tell you that until you'll listen." The blunt-natured tom responded while resting on his paws, glaring across TundraClan camp at nothing in particular. "...And if we can't escape, then we'll just have to let that mousebrain train us. Then we'll use the training against him and fight our way out." -- Crashpaw

Chetstnutpaw frowned. “Well sorry If I can’t, these are the only cats I really know, other than you, They’ll still consider me a friend.... sorta...” She frowned. “Its easy for you to say, you probably have a plan to stick with.” She sighed. “I know Loststar will find a way to hurt us..... if it comes to my life or yours...” she looked away. - Chest

"Well, that's what you do with plans: you stick with them. Except, I'm not the planning type." Crashpaw twitched an ear dismissively at his own comment. "Just because you 'know' them doesn't mean you have to like them. I mean- I know that I don't. They're untrustworthy and seem to shift with the wind. But hey- if you want to be mouse-brained and still hang out with them *regardless* of how many times I suggest otherwise, go ahead. Don't go crying to me again when you get hurt for not taking my advice...again. I can protect you against Loststar, but I'm not protecting you against your so-called 'friends'. That's your decision." Crashpaw finalized before rising to his paws and stalking off. -- Crashpaw

Chestnutpaw narrowed her eyes, was he trying to make her feel better? Or was he just telling her this because of his own likings. She shifted her gaze. Though it would be safer not to get too attached to Beepaw or Baypaw for the sake of their safety, if Loststar wanted to use her just like he’s using Crashpaw, maybe avoiding wouldn't hurt? Then again, Crashpaw is different than he was on the beach many moons ago. Geez, Chestnutpaw hadn’t seen water in moons. - Chestnut

Only then, and just then Baypaw hissed. “Fishface.” She blurted. Turning opposite from beepaw and finding her own way. She hated this. This place had hackles on her legs and chains keeping her down like a caged bird. She wanted everything to be okay, to be perfect again. She would’ve never met Beepaw, or Chestnutpaw and Crashpaw, her mother would be alright, and even if her father was..... him, and she was related to.... She would find a way with them. Now it seemed dark. Cold. Numb. She wished she could just run away from it all. - Baypaw