You basically do the same thing but answer with "no" when Nightlight asks you if there's anything wrong with dating multiple people, then you do all the things it requires you to do afterwards.
i found it, yeah you have to be a med then go to fallen cla and talk to the 2 cats guarding then you go back there the next day and they give you the stone ><
You go ahead to Fallenclan's territory and ask Ebony ( Idk suffix). You'll have to wait a day or two days or maybe three, then check out the territory. You'll see there's a rock. You click on the rock and walk to your territory and click on Robin to place it or just go back to the place where you decided to bury.
sparrow says shes exepting but then later she asked try for kit so i click yes for more kits then i went looking for my old kits but therye not their where are my kits someone pls help
You get another pink flower and click on your mate. She'll either say, ' Oh honey! I'm expecting!' or something like that. If she doesn't say that, keep trying until you get your mate expecting kits.
Deep in the heart of an ancient forest, hidden far from the eyes of humans, lived four clans of wild cats. These weren’t ordinary cats — they were descendants of the great Mountain Panthers, fierce and wise, whose blood ran in every feline paw that touched the forest floor.
The clans were:
Shadowclan – masters of the night, sleek and silent hunters.
Brambleclan – thick-furred and strong, living in the cold northern woods.
Mistclan – quick and clever, ruling the marshes and streams.
Sunclan – agile and bold, basking in the sun-drenched southern glades.
They lived by the Code of the Whisker, an ancient set of laws passed down in whispered meows. Clans did not steal prey. They did not cross into each other's territory. And above all — they did not trust humans.
One autumn, the balance shifted. A strange scent filled the air: smoke, metal, and oil — things that had no place in the forest. A group of humans had begun to build roads through the woods, tearing down trees and scaring away prey.
The clans held a rare gathering at Stonecircle, a ring of mossy boulders lit only by the moon. Each leader came forward.
Duskmane of Shadowclan hissed, "We'll vanish if we don't act."
Reedstep of Mistclan flicked her tail. "We cannot fight humans. But we can outsmart them."
The four clans formed an alliance — the Forest Pact — for the first time in a hundred seasons. They sent their scouts to map human machines, their fastest kits to mislead the dogs, and their strongest hunters to guide the prey deeper into the untouched woods.
But it was a small, scrappy runt named Pebble, from Sunclan, who found the secret: the humans avoided areas near water because of unstable ground. With the help of Mistclan’s elders, the cats lured the humans’ machines toward a deep marsh, where the ground swallowed them whole.
The Rumbling Warning
The night after the humans retreated, the forest hummed with quiet relief.
Owls called from high branches, crickets sang in the underbrush, and the cats of SunClan, ShadowClan, MistClan, and BrambleClan returned to their dens, believing peace had returned at last.
But then it came — CRRAACK—THHHHRRUMMBLE!
The earth trembled.
A massive tree fell somewhere deep in BrambleClan’s northern woods. Not from age. Not from a storm.
Then the scent hit them: Smoke.
Fire.
A MistClan scout burst into the clearing at the Stonecircle, fur singed, eyes wide.
“Flames in the eastern grove!” she yowled. “Spreading fast — dry trees, high winds!”
Within heartbeats, the four clans were gathered again.
Duskmane of ShadowClan narrowed her eyes. “If it jumps the ravine, it’ll swallow MistClan’s marshes.”
Stonebark of BrambleClan bristled. “It already took our border trees.”
Reedstep of MistClan stepped forward. “Then the Forest Pact holds. We act — now.”
Blazefur of SunClan, proud and swift, raised his tail. “We'll carry warnings to every den.”
And standing near the front, eyes wide but fierce, was a small cat: Pebble, of SunClan. Once overlooked. Now a known name among all clans.
The Fire Battle
The clans moved as one.
SunClan’s runners raced ahead, their golden pelts flashing through the brush.
MistClan cats dug water-channels from their streams, turning mud into firebreaks.
ShadowClan’s climbers leapt through the treetops, tracking the fire’s edge.
BrambleClan’s diggers tore through roots and rock to widen the clearings.
Pebble darted between patrols, guiding lost kits and elders to the old badger tunnels — cool, deep, safe.
“Here!” he cried, tail lashing. “This way — I know these caves!”
Stonebark, massive and steady, looked down at him. “You lead, little one. We follow.”
And Pebble did.
By Morning
Rain fell.
Slowly. Then in sheets.
The fire hissed. Smoked.
Then died.
Blackened trunks smoldered, but the forest stood. Wounded — not destroyed.
Cats from all clans stood together, their fur wet, eyes shining in the dawn.
And for the first time since the Time of the Panther, there was no question of borders.
They were not four clans.
They were forest cats, united.
The Echo in the Stone
But just as the clans began to rebuild, a strange noise echoed from beneath the earth — a low, hollow moan from the old caves Pebble had led them into.
An elder from ShadowClan whispered, “That wasn’t wind…”
Pebble’s ears twitched. The sound came again. Not a growl. Not a rockfall.
A voice?
Something long buried beneath the forest was waking.
And Pebble — forest hero, cave guide, and runt no longer — would be the first to discover what it was.
The fire was over.
The forest, though scarred, breathed again. The air smelled of wet ash, pine, and a faint trace of something… older.
Deep below the earth, in the winding tunnels of the old badger caves, cats from all four clans rested. Kits mewled softly. Elders slept, twitching in dreams.
Only one cat remained wide-eyed and still.
Pebble, of SunClan.
He sat near the back of the tunnel, where the walls narrowed and the light no longer reached. His ears were perked forward. His tail lay flat.
There it was again — That sound.
A low, echoing moan. Too deep to be wind. Too long to be stone cracking. It rose and fell like… breathing.
“You hear it too?”
The voice startled him. It was Dapplethroat, an elder from ShadowClan. Her white muzzle twitched as she stepped beside him.
Pebble nodded. “It’s coming from deeper in the cave. Past where the badgers used to sleep.”
Dapplethroat blinked slowly. “My grandmother once told me... the forest stands on ancient bones. That a spirit sleeps below it, older than the clans.”
Pebble tilted his head. “What kind of spirit?”
The elder didn’t answer.
Instead, she said: “Don’t go alone.”
The Descent
But Pebble was never one to wait.
That night, while the others slept, he crept deeper into the cave. His paws were silent. His heart was loud.
As he moved down the tunnel, the air changed — colder, thicker. The stone grew damp. Strange claw marks lined the walls, too wide for badgers, too jagged for cats.
And then he found it:
A massive cavern, lit by glowing moss. In the center was a stone arch, carved by paws far larger than any living creature. Beneath it sat a round slab, marked with symbols — old clan runes and... something else. Spiral patterns. Sharp lines.
Pebble stepped closer.
And the moment his paw brushed the edge of the stone slab — BOOM.
The cavern shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. A wind rose, though there was no opening above.
Then the symbols lit up — dimly, then blinding bright.
And a voice — ancient, deep, and hollow — echoed in his mind:
“The Pact is broken. The forest shall wake what was buried.”
Pebble staggered back, fur bristling.
The slab cracked down the center.
Back Above
Pebble returned to the clans at dawn — eyes wide, fur dusted white with old stone.
Blazefur of SunClan was first to spot him. “Where were you?”
Before Pebble could speak, the ground trembled. Birds burst from the trees. A distant roar echoed up from the cave mouths.
Stonebark of BrambleClan growled, “That wasn’t thunder.”
Duskmane of ShadowClan’s eyes narrowed. “Something’s coming up from below.”
Reedstep of MistClan flicked her tail uneasily. “Is this a new human machine?”
Pebble shook his head.
“No,” he said. “It’s older. Stronger. And it knows we’re here.”
The Spirit Below
The forest had burned. The rain had saved it.
But now, something older had awakened — something the fire had only loosened.
Pebble stood at the edge of the Stonecircle, eyes fixed on the cliffs where the old badger tunnels opened to the deep. Behind him, the four clan leaders waited, tails still, eyes sharp.
A low rumble came from beneath the earth. Not the sound of stone shifting — the sound of something alive, deep and heavy.
“You cracked it open,” Duskmane of ShadowClan said.
Her voice was calm, but there was a bite to it. Pebble didn’t flinch.
“I didn’t break it,” he said. “I found it. It was already waking.”
Stonebark of BrambleClan growled, “Then why hasn’t it come yet?”
“Maybe it’s deciding,” offered Reedstep of MistClan, her voice distant. “Waiting.”
Blazefur of SunClan narrowed his eyes. “Then we don’t wait. We go.”
The Descent, Again
A patrol of eight cats — two from each clan — descended back into the caves. Pebble led them, followed by:
Willowmask, MistClan’s silent tracker
Granitetooth, BrambleClan’s oldest warrior
Tansypelt, a young, nervous SunClan hunter
Nightwhisper, a ShadowClan scout known for vanishing mid-step
Reedstep and Blazefur, who insisted on coming
And Duskmane, silent but watching Pebble closely.
The tunnels were colder now. The symbols on the walls glowed faintly with no light source. The deeper they went, the louder the hum became — like the purr of a sleeping giant.
When they reached the central cavern, the slab was split clean down the middle.
From the crack came air — but not like any wind they knew. It smelled of stone, age, and something faintly floral, like old moss blooming underground.
The Voice Again
Pebble stepped forward. He didn’t speak.
The voice came anyway.
"You tore the Pact when you left the old laws behind.""You forgot the Fifth Clan.""We did not forget you."
The stone beneath their paws lit up. A massive mural appeared — figures drawn in faded claw-scratch and paint made from crushed berries and ash.
It showed five clans.
Not four.
Sun. Shadow. Mist. Bramble. And a fifth, marked only by claws carved deep into the rock, shaped like curling smoke or mist.
Duskmane’s ears flattened. “That symbol— I’ve seen it in the ruins north of our camp.”
Granitetooth spoke slowly. “That’s no clan I know.”
“You do,” Pebble whispered. “You just forgot.”
The Forgotten Name
The air shifted again. From the crack in the stone slab rose a mist — not hot, not cold, but shimmering with light. And in that mist, a figure formed.
A cat, tall and silent, with no eyes and no mouth, only a body of stars and shadow. Its tail swept in slow circles. When it stepped forward, its paws didn’t touch the ground.
The patrol froze.
“We were the First. We were the watchers. When you broke the balance, we were buried.”
“But the forest remembers.”
A pause. Then, the figure turned its blank gaze toward Pebble.
“You are the Key.”
Aboveground: Trouble Brews
While the patrol stood frozen below, things were changing above.
In the north, strange claw marks appeared near BrambleClan’s old dens — not feline, and not from any prey.
In the misty waters of MistClan, fish began swimming in circles, avoiding something unseen. The reeds leaned away from the wind, as if whispering secrets.
And in the open fields of SunClan, prey vanished altogether.
ShadowClan scouts reported seeing cats in the trees — cats that vanished when called to. And each night, a strange cry echoed from the cliffs.
Back Underground
Pebble stepped toward the star-cat. “What do you want from us?”
The figure tilted its head.
“You must restore the Pact.”
“The Fifth Clan must rise.”
The stone cracked again — deeper now. Beneath it was a stair. One that led down.
The figure vanished.
Duskmane stepped forward, fur raised. “You expect us to follow that?”
Reedstep looked at the mural, and then at Pebble. “I think we don’t have a choice.”
Blazefur growled softly. “Whatever’s waking… it’s older than all of us.”
Pebble turned to the stair.
“Then we wake the past. Or it eats the future.”
The Fifth Clan
Secrets buried beneath the forest floor…
The stone stair led deeper — darker — into the unknown.
Pebble’s paws barely made a sound as he descended, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest. Behind him, the other cats followed, each silent, each alert.
The sun warmed the glade as the kits tumbled through the tall grass, their laughter weaving between the rustling leaves like a soft melody. Among them, Little Pebble—named after her brave mother—paused to watch the other clans play together without fear.
“Look!” chirped Ashkit, a fiery orange fluffball from RiverClan. “No claws, no growls—just fun!”
Willowpaw, Tansypelt’s curious apprentice, nodded. “It’s strange, isn’t it? Our parents say the clans used to fight all the time.”
Little Pebble’s green eyes sparkled with wonder. “I want to learn everything—how to hunt, how to track, but also how to help others. Maybe I can be like my mom.”
Ashkit bounced eagerly. “We should make a game—something that teaches us to work together!”
The kits scrambled to agree, their excitement infectious. Together, they began weaving a game of stealth and teamwork, sharing tips from their clans and encouraging each other’s strengths.
In the distance, Pebble and Tansypelt watched with quiet smiles. The future was uncertain, but here, in the bright laughter of the next generation, hope was alive and growing.As twilight settled over the camp, casting a soft purple glow across the clearing, the clans gathered once more. The air hummed with quiet anticipation. Duskmane stepped forward, his voice carrying across the crowd.
“Tomorrow, the kits will begin their apprenticeships,” he announced solemnly. “This is a time of great change—not only for them but for all of us. Each apprentice will learn the ways of their clan and prepare to protect and serve.”
The kits shifted nervously, tails twitching with excitement and nerves. Pebble glanced toward Little Pebble, who sat wide-eyed beside Ashkit and Willowpaw.
Duskmane’s gaze swept over the young ones. “There is one special apprenticeship to be given. One kit will train to become a medicine cat apprentice.”
A hush fell over the crowd.
Pebble’s heart skipped a beat as Duskmane continued, “This role requires kindness, courage, and a deep connection to the spirits of the ancestors.”
then a main character then the characters backstory
then what they do eg.go looking for prey but then come across a badger
then add some grief like his mother dies in battle
then add some prophecy like in the first book I did
then add why in a revealed way like the prophecy said when you are most powerful light will come and beat the dark then a few moons later dark means darkfall the best warrior you have is bad then one of your other warriors sacrifice themselves to save you killing them and darkfall
I've given Robinfur the poppy seeds, but I haven't gotten the Peace of Mind achievement. Do I have to do more after doing so? I've even went to get the prophecies from starclan yet no Robinfur achievement.
I think the glitches have been fixed, or so. I've been waiting for about 6 hours now and the apprentice ceremony and the nightmare came. Still gives me the chills. Nice touch to the eeriness!
Or just wait a really long time... It took me about 6 hours I presume for Breezestar to call a meeting- or just keep declining to have an apprentice or whatsoever.
I keep trying for kits with Nightlight and she says that she's expecting, but the kits never show up. Does anyone know why this happens? I wanna see my babies :C
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How do I get the achievement 'Cheater, Cheater, Flower Eater'? I already have the other achievement.
You basically do the same thing but answer with "no" when Nightlight asks you if there's anything wrong with dating multiple people, then you do all the things it requires you to do afterwards.
where do you get the rock for littlebirds ceremony?
idk where do i get it wait i'll google it up
apperently to find it u have to be med cat and go to the coldstone idk the rest
i hope this helps u and other ppl wondering
Nope! There's another way :]
i found it, yeah you have to be a med then go to fallen cla and talk to the 2 cats guarding then you go back there the next day and they give you the stone ><
You don't have to be med to get the rock. You can just wander into their territory as a warrior and ask Ebonysong for a stone.
go to the black cat called ebonysong talk with him and he says to ome back tomorrow do that the he should have a rock for you
You go ahead to Fallenclan's territory and ask Ebony ( Idk suffix). You'll have to wait a day or two days or maybe three, then check out the territory. You'll see there's a rock. You click on the rock and walk to your territory and click on Robin to place it or just go back to the place where you decided to bury.
hiiiiiii
i killed plumclaws mate and now i feel bad
nvm found em
sparrow says shes exepting but then later she asked try for kit so i click yes for more kits then i went looking for my old kits but therye not their where are my kits someone pls help
anyone on
how do i get piece of mind? i gave him the poppy seeds i got the 2 prophecies
nevermind
how do i know if my mate is expecting?
You get another pink flower and click on your mate. She'll either say, ' Oh honey! I'm expecting!' or something like that. If she doesn't say that, keep trying until you get your mate expecting kits.
How on earth do I reunite Sparrowtail with her family!!!!
you give her a yellow or white flower and then shell ask for a favor then you go to bramblclan
and talk to goldenstrike and then her kids
and then talk to sparrow again
Is there a way to find your kits in SunClan???
Starlingmoons having a midlife crisis i feel you girl
please give feedback
Deep in the heart of an ancient forest, hidden far from the eyes of humans, lived four clans of wild cats. These weren’t ordinary cats — they were descendants of the great Mountain Panthers, fierce and wise, whose blood ran in every feline paw that touched the forest floor.
The clans were:
They lived by the Code of the Whisker, an ancient set of laws passed down in whispered meows. Clans did not steal prey. They did not cross into each other's territory. And above all — they did not trust humans.
One autumn, the balance shifted. A strange scent filled the air: smoke, metal, and oil — things that had no place in the forest. A group of humans had begun to build roads through the woods, tearing down trees and scaring away prey.
The clans held a rare gathering at Stonecircle, a ring of mossy boulders lit only by the moon. Each leader came forward.
Duskmane of Shadowclan hissed, "We'll vanish if we don't act."
Reedstep of Mistclan flicked her tail. "We cannot fight humans. But we can outsmart them."
The four clans formed an alliance — the Forest Pact — for the first time in a hundred seasons. They sent their scouts to map human machines, their fastest kits to mislead the dogs, and their strongest hunters to guide the prey deeper into the untouched woods.
But it was a small, scrappy runt named Pebble, from Sunclan, who found the secret: the humans avoided areas near water because of unstable ground. With the help of Mistclan’s elders, the cats lured the humans’ machines toward a deep marsh, where the ground swallowed them whole.
The Rumbling Warning
The night after the humans retreated, the forest hummed with quiet relief.
Owls called from high branches, crickets sang in the underbrush, and the cats of SunClan, ShadowClan, MistClan, and BrambleClan returned to their dens, believing peace had returned at last.
But then it came — CRRAACK—THHHHRRUMMBLE!
The earth trembled.
A massive tree fell somewhere deep in BrambleClan’s northern woods. Not from age. Not from a storm.
Then the scent hit them: Smoke.
Fire.
A MistClan scout burst into the clearing at the Stonecircle, fur singed, eyes wide.
“Flames in the eastern grove!” she yowled. “Spreading fast — dry trees, high winds!”
Within heartbeats, the four clans were gathered again.
Duskmane of ShadowClan narrowed her eyes. “If it jumps the ravine, it’ll swallow MistClan’s marshes.”
Stonebark of BrambleClan bristled. “It already took our border trees.”
Reedstep of MistClan stepped forward. “Then the Forest Pact holds. We act — now.”
Blazefur of SunClan, proud and swift, raised his tail. “We'll carry warnings to every den.”
And standing near the front, eyes wide but fierce, was a small cat: Pebble, of SunClan. Once overlooked. Now a known name among all clans.
The Fire Battle
The clans moved as one.
Pebble darted between patrols, guiding lost kits and elders to the old badger tunnels — cool, deep, safe.
“Here!” he cried, tail lashing. “This way — I know these caves!”
Stonebark, massive and steady, looked down at him. “You lead, little one. We follow.”
And Pebble did.
By Morning
Rain fell.
Slowly. Then in sheets.
The fire hissed. Smoked.
Then died.
Blackened trunks smoldered, but the forest stood. Wounded — not destroyed.
Cats from all clans stood together, their fur wet, eyes shining in the dawn.
And for the first time since the Time of the Panther, there was no question of borders.
They were not four clans.
They were forest cats, united.
The Echo in the Stone
But just as the clans began to rebuild, a strange noise echoed from beneath the earth — a low, hollow moan from the old caves Pebble had led them into.
An elder from ShadowClan whispered, “That wasn’t wind…”
Pebble’s ears twitched. The sound came again. Not a growl. Not a rockfall.
A voice?
Something long buried beneath the forest was waking.
And Pebble — forest hero, cave guide, and runt no longer — would be the first to discover what it was.
The fire was over.
The forest, though scarred, breathed again. The air smelled of wet ash, pine, and a faint trace of something… older.
Deep below the earth, in the winding tunnels of the old badger caves, cats from all four clans rested. Kits mewled softly. Elders slept, twitching in dreams.
Only one cat remained wide-eyed and still.
Pebble, of SunClan.
He sat near the back of the tunnel, where the walls narrowed and the light no longer reached. His ears were perked forward. His tail lay flat.
There it was again — That sound.
A low, echoing moan. Too deep to be wind. Too long to be stone cracking. It rose and fell like… breathing.
“You hear it too?”
The voice startled him. It was Dapplethroat, an elder from ShadowClan. Her white muzzle twitched as she stepped beside him.
Pebble nodded. “It’s coming from deeper in the cave. Past where the badgers used to sleep.”
Dapplethroat blinked slowly. “My grandmother once told me... the forest stands on ancient bones. That a spirit sleeps below it, older than the clans.”
Pebble tilted his head. “What kind of spirit?”
The elder didn’t answer.
Instead, she said: “Don’t go alone.”
The Descent
But Pebble was never one to wait.
That night, while the others slept, he crept deeper into the cave. His paws were silent. His heart was loud.
As he moved down the tunnel, the air changed — colder, thicker. The stone grew damp. Strange claw marks lined the walls, too wide for badgers, too jagged for cats.
And then he found it:
A massive cavern, lit by glowing moss. In the center was a stone arch, carved by paws far larger than any living creature. Beneath it sat a round slab, marked with symbols — old clan runes and... something else. Spiral patterns. Sharp lines.
Pebble stepped closer.
And the moment his paw brushed the edge of the stone slab — BOOM.
The cavern shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. A wind rose, though there was no opening above.
Then the symbols lit up — dimly, then blinding bright.
And a voice — ancient, deep, and hollow — echoed in his mind:
“The Pact is broken. The forest shall wake what was buried.”
Pebble staggered back, fur bristling.
The slab cracked down the center.
Back Above
Pebble returned to the clans at dawn — eyes wide, fur dusted white with old stone.
Blazefur of SunClan was first to spot him. “Where were you?”
Before Pebble could speak, the ground trembled. Birds burst from the trees. A distant roar echoed up from the cave mouths.
Stonebark of BrambleClan growled, “That wasn’t thunder.”
Duskmane of ShadowClan’s eyes narrowed. “Something’s coming up from below.”
Reedstep of MistClan flicked her tail uneasily. “Is this a new human machine?”
Pebble shook his head.
“No,” he said. “It’s older. Stronger. And it knows we’re here.”
The Spirit Below
The forest had burned. The rain had saved it.
But now, something older had awakened — something the fire had only loosened.
Pebble stood at the edge of the Stonecircle, eyes fixed on the cliffs where the old badger tunnels opened to the deep. Behind him, the four clan leaders waited, tails still, eyes sharp.
A low rumble came from beneath the earth. Not the sound of stone shifting — the sound of something alive, deep and heavy.
“You cracked it open,” Duskmane of ShadowClan said.
Her voice was calm, but there was a bite to it. Pebble didn’t flinch.
“I didn’t break it,” he said. “I found it. It was already waking.”
Stonebark of BrambleClan growled, “Then why hasn’t it come yet?”
“Maybe it’s deciding,” offered Reedstep of MistClan, her voice distant. “Waiting.”
Blazefur of SunClan narrowed his eyes. “Then we don’t wait. We go.”
The Descent, Again
A patrol of eight cats — two from each clan — descended back into the caves. Pebble led them, followed by:
The tunnels were colder now. The symbols on the walls glowed faintly with no light source. The deeper they went, the louder the hum became — like the purr of a sleeping giant.
When they reached the central cavern, the slab was split clean down the middle.
From the crack came air — but not like any wind they knew. It smelled of stone, age, and something faintly floral, like old moss blooming underground.
The Voice Again
Pebble stepped forward. He didn’t speak.
The voice came anyway.
"You tore the Pact when you left the old laws behind." "You forgot the Fifth Clan." "We did not forget you."
The stone beneath their paws lit up. A massive mural appeared — figures drawn in faded claw-scratch and paint made from crushed berries and ash.
It showed five clans.
Not four.
Sun. Shadow. Mist. Bramble. And a fifth, marked only by claws carved deep into the rock, shaped like curling smoke or mist.
Duskmane’s ears flattened. “That symbol— I’ve seen it in the ruins north of our camp.”
Granitetooth spoke slowly. “That’s no clan I know.”
“You do,” Pebble whispered. “You just forgot.”
The Forgotten Name
The air shifted again. From the crack in the stone slab rose a mist — not hot, not cold, but shimmering with light. And in that mist, a figure formed.
A cat, tall and silent, with no eyes and no mouth, only a body of stars and shadow. Its tail swept in slow circles. When it stepped forward, its paws didn’t touch the ground.
The patrol froze.
“We were the First. We were the watchers. When you broke the balance, we were buried.”
“But the forest remembers.”
A pause. Then, the figure turned its blank gaze toward Pebble.
“You are the Key.”
Aboveground: Trouble Brews
While the patrol stood frozen below, things were changing above.
In the north, strange claw marks appeared near BrambleClan’s old dens — not feline, and not from any prey.
In the misty waters of MistClan, fish began swimming in circles, avoiding something unseen. The reeds leaned away from the wind, as if whispering secrets.
And in the open fields of SunClan, prey vanished altogether.
ShadowClan scouts reported seeing cats in the trees — cats that vanished when called to. And each night, a strange cry echoed from the cliffs.
Back Underground
Pebble stepped toward the star-cat. “What do you want from us?”
The figure tilted its head.
“You must restore the Pact.”
“The Fifth Clan must rise.”
The stone cracked again — deeper now. Beneath it was a stair. One that led down.
The figure vanished.
Duskmane stepped forward, fur raised. “You expect us to follow that?”
Reedstep looked at the mural, and then at Pebble. “I think we don’t have a choice.”
Blazefur growled softly. “Whatever’s waking… it’s older than all of us.”
Pebble turned to the stair.
“Then we wake the past. Or it eats the future.”
The Fifth Clan
Secrets buried beneath the forest floor…
The stone stair led deeper — darker — into the unknown.
Pebble’s paws barely made a sound as he descended, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest. Behind him, the other cats followed, each silent, each alert.
omg this is soooooo good i love it
thank you
i am starting book two here it is
The hidden prophecy
Chapter one
The sun warmed the glade as the kits tumbled through the tall grass, their laughter weaving between the rustling leaves like a soft melody. Among them, Little Pebble—named after her brave mother—paused to watch the other clans play together without fear.
“Look!” chirped Ashkit, a fiery orange fluffball from RiverClan. “No claws, no growls—just fun!”
Willowpaw, Tansypelt’s curious apprentice, nodded. “It’s strange, isn’t it? Our parents say the clans used to fight all the time.”
Little Pebble’s green eyes sparkled with wonder. “I want to learn everything—how to hunt, how to track, but also how to help others. Maybe I can be like my mom.”
Ashkit bounced eagerly. “We should make a game—something that teaches us to work together!”
The kits scrambled to agree, their excitement infectious. Together, they began weaving a game of stealth and teamwork, sharing tips from their clans and encouraging each other’s strengths.
In the distance, Pebble and Tansypelt watched with quiet smiles. The future was uncertain, but here, in the bright laughter of the next generation, hope was alive and growing.As twilight settled over the camp, casting a soft purple glow across the clearing, the clans gathered once more. The air hummed with quiet anticipation. Duskmane stepped forward, his voice carrying across the crowd.
“Tomorrow, the kits will begin their apprenticeships,” he announced solemnly. “This is a time of great change—not only for them but for all of us. Each apprentice will learn the ways of their clan and prepare to protect and serve.”
The kits shifted nervously, tails twitching with excitement and nerves. Pebble glanced toward Little Pebble, who sat wide-eyed beside Ashkit and Willowpaw.
Duskmane’s gaze swept over the young ones. “There is one special apprenticeship to be given. One kit will train to become a medicine cat apprentice.”
A hush fell over the crowd.
Pebble’s heart skipped a beat as Duskmane continued, “This role requires kindness, courage, and a deep connection to the spirits of the ancestors.”
:O how do you write so good?? I suck :(
I come up with a name
then a main character then the characters backstory
then what they do eg.go looking for prey but then come across a badger
then add some grief like his mother dies in battle
then add some prophecy like in the first book I did
then add why in a revealed way like the prophecy said when you are most powerful light will come and beat the dark then a few moons later dark means darkfall the best warrior you have is bad then one of your other warriors sacrifice themselves to save you killing them and darkfall
hope you get better at writing
I've given Robinfur the poppy seeds, but I haven't gotten the Peace of Mind achievement. Do I have to do more after doing so? I've even went to get the prophecies from starclan yet no Robinfur achievement.
You have to click/press a moss nest to enter the nightmare and find Firestar three times.
Okay, thank you!
its my birthday today turning 20
OMG, I'm a day late, but Happy Birthday to you!!!
thank you
im 4 days late but happy b'day
thankyou
I think the glitches have been fixed, or so. I've been waiting for about 6 hours now and the apprentice ceremony and the nightmare came. Still gives me the chills. Nice touch to the eeriness!
I probably have 7 mates and 23 children now XD
i counted i have every mate possible as a she-cat and like as a gess 37 kits
Wait kits can grow now??
Just a notice : I figured out that the game glitches once you ask if you want an apprentice or not by Breezestar. Avoid that and you should be good.
Or just wait a really long time... It took me about 6 hours I presume for Breezestar to call a meeting- or just keep declining to have an apprentice or whatsoever.
Bro, my game keeps crashing ;-;
Same :[
😔
I keep trying for kits with Nightlight and she says that she's expecting, but the kits never show up. Does anyone know why this happens? I wanna see my babies :C
its in fallen clan I think
I checked everywhere in FallenClan but I can't find them :'(
aw
It's the first bottom left den with the big moss dens. If you still can't see them, then you're probably there early haha.
Groomer
Stop
Stop supporting a groomer and doxxer
how do you get fish in this
Click/tap water
PLS HELP
i cant even get my apprentice!! MY GAME IS GLITCHED >:CCC
Same- I think you gotta restart it :[