Wrenstar popped into existence. "Oh, look at all the work we've accomplished!" They noted, taking in all the completed dens in the camp. "DiscordClan is really starting to look like a proper clan." The leader's stomach rumbled, and they remembered the hunting patrol they were going to lead. They decided to sit down and wait for the other members of the clan to appear. 

It didn't take long for the other members of DiscordClan to flood back into the camp. Astralpaw opened their eyes, seeing they were back at the camp of DiscordClan. They blinked again, looked around at their surroundings, and sighed. "This **** again." Seeing themselves nowhere near the camp, Astralpaw shrugged and started to pad forward. It felt strange to be walking on all fours, but at the same time, it was also very natural. The fawn tabby kept on walking forward, trying to find where the **** camp was.

Brooksong popped into existence. "Hello, hello!" she said to whoever was around. 

Wrenstar turned his head towards her arrival. "Hi there!" Their eyes shifted to the left slightly as a confused Astralpaw stumbled into the camp.

Mackpaw appeared in the medicine cat den, shaking out her fur. Having a tail felt weird. She padded out of the hollow tree, ears twitching. "Hello, Wrenstar! Or Renstar? I'm not sure. Hi, Brooksong!" Mackpaw shrugged off her worries simply.  

 "Hello!" Brooksong sat down. It felt weird to be this low to the ground. "Do you think we should go looking for herbs?" She eyed her apprentice for an answer.

 "Okay! I'll do that. I know some herbs, so that should be useful. Oh, wood sorrel!" Mackpaw rambled, padding to the edge of camp. "It's used for liver and digestive issues, wounds, and other stuff!" Her enthusiasm reached her mentor well because Brooksong let out a small smile. Mackpaw turned her tail and padded outside of the camp to scavenge.  

Brooksong followed Mackpaw. "I think you know more than I do and you're the apprentice!" she chuckled.  

Mackpaw shrugged, laughing awkwardly. "I mean, it's all definitely a guess? It's not like I memorize herbs uses for the apocalypse or anything, because that would be weird. Heh . . ." She trailed off, looking at her paws.  

"It's WRENstar," Wrenstar sighed impatiently for the umpth time. "Also, herb hunting would be a good idea. We can do that while we go prey hunting as well!" the leader replied. The other cats in the camp seemed out, considering that Brooksong and Mackpaw were the medicine cats. While Astralpaw was still in their own world of wonder. 

 Solsticepaw popped back in. "Excuse me, WRENstar," she added, hinting at the joke. "If we have mentors, who is mine?" Solsticepaw tipped her tabby head to the left at her leader. 

 "Whomst the **** is my mentor anyways?" Astralpaw questioned as they finally found camp. They inched in closer, padding in.  Solsticepaw looked over at the apprentice who finally found their way back into the camp.

"Same, Astralpaw." Solsticepaw groaned to herself. "Wait, I think dinner's calling me now. See ya peeps later," Solsticepaw said as her body began to fade away once again.

 "Oh, there she goes..." Wrenstar trails off as the apprentice disappears. "And I'm honestly not sure about mentors right now," the brown cat shrugs unrealistically. "We have too many apprentices and not enough warriors." 

Astralpaw sighed. "I guess it's time to deal with this ****ery," they quietly muttered to themselves. They would say it was too late in the day for this ****, but then again, Astralpaw was a part of this so-called Clan. No matter how tired they were, they knew everyone and cared for them. Astralpaw may be somewhat of a ****thead, but at least they were the good kind.

Brooksong chuckled. "Of course not. Shall we head out of camp? Explore the territory?" Mackpaw's face split like ice with a smile at the mention of exploring.  

Wrenstar looked around. "I can sense that there's someone else online, but they're not here. Let's go look around and try to find them," they said, leading the way, letting the apprentices and Brooksong follow after them.

Mackpaw padded after Wrenstar, taking in the sights of the forest. It was all beautiful and naturey! Even though naturey isn't a word. She kept a watch out for any herbs while they walked. 

Brooksong followed them, figuring she'd just keep her eye out for herbs along the way.  

Wrenstar's senses were going into overdrive. They'd never been able to smell this well before. And when they opened their mouth, they could actually TASTE THE AIR!!! Like, the wind had a TASTE! It was so weird and amazing all the same.

Unfortunately, they were so busy trying to eat oxygen that they walked straight into a tree. 

Mackpaw jumped when Wrenstar ran into the tree, rushing over. "Wrenstar, are you okay? What happened? How's your face?" 

"It's like none of you have been outside," Astralpaw commented as they started to catch up with Wrenstar. They chuckled, walking by them. 

Wrenstar looked up, rubbing their nose, when they noticed Astralpaw walking by. "Astralpaw!" They jumped up and exclaimed, forgetting the incident entirely. "We were looking for you! We wanted to start hunting, you wanna join?" Astralpaw rolled their eyes.

"I mean, I was here the whole time, but no ever notices so that's alright," Astralpaw began. The thought of hunting was something they hated, but they could possibly stomach down mice. Mice was snake food, but it would do. They don't like meat, but maybe mice will change their ****ed up diet. "Alright, I guess," Astralpaw said as they attempted to shrug.  

"Oh, are you trying to shrug? I was trying earlier but with a lot of difficulties," Wrenstar said, chuckling. "Anyway, I guess we could go ahead in...that direction?" They suggested, pointing sort-of northly westward, on the eastern south. The other cats turned their heads towards that direction.

"Shrugging is ****ing hard to," Astralpaw said as they looked. "If there are mice and rats there, it could work for me. I guess frogs, snakes, and toads would work, but I doubt the little ****s would be there."

Wrenstar just realized. "Omg guys, we're gonna have to eat RAW ANIMALS. OH MY STARCLAN!" They shuddered. "I just hope that being a cat changes our palettes because I know for a fact that as a human, raw mice sounds disgusting."  They kept walking and a small creek appeared in the distance beyond a grove of willow trees.

"I hope so too," Brooksong mumbled as something seemed to dawn on her. "Wait I'm gonna have to chew plants. And not like good plants like vegetables and stuff. Like, marigolds. And collect SPIDERWEBS."

 Astralpaw followed by Wrenstar's side. "Eh, it doesn't sound that bad. I've eaten it before, well knowing the health risks to it, but that's beside the point. If snakes eat raw mice, then why can't we, eh?" they said. 

"I mean logically it makes sense," Wrenstar says, absentmindedly leaping over a 5-foot creek, "but I just can't stop thinking about all the skin and bones and guts and . . . ughhh." The brown cat stuck out their tongue.   They stopped in their tracks, looking down at their body as they slowly began to fade away. "Looks like I've got to leave now." With that, Wrenstar faded into the forest without a trace.

"Well, actually, marigold tastes pretty good," Mackpaw offered, jogging up next to the group, "I've eaten it raw before. Same with wood sorrel. And if the webs freak you out, collect them with a stick". 

"That's true, I guess. But if this changes our palettes, I don't think cats like plants very much." Brooksong pointed out. Before Mackpaw could answer her mentor, Brooksong was fading into the forest, leaving the two apprentices alone.

Mackpaw shrugged, before looking down at her paws. "You know, if I had opposable thumbs I would teach you guys how to tie a snare. This is harder than I thought it'd be".  She tried to pick up a leaf with her paws, but it kept slipping out of her grasp like ice.

Solsticepaw popped back in, her face stuffed with noodles. Seeing the other cats around her, she swallowed the remaining noodles. "Hi, guys! What did I miss?" 

"Wrenstar ran into a tree," Mackpaw told her, unfazed by the she-cat's sudden appearance, "and the rest of us wondered if being a cat would change our palettes". 

"Oh boy... eating fresh mice and squirrels..." Solsticepaw looked down at her own paws. "I just ate, but I can help hunt for..." she looked over at the entrance of DiscordClan,"raw meat."

"Honestly, raw meat looks better than cooked meat does. Of course, that's just me. I'm ready to ****ing murder and vore any mice I see when I'm hungry, honestly," said Astralpaw.    

Mackpaw coughed, shocked by Astralpaw's comment. "You know what? I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Why don't you guys try fishing instead? It's kind of like sushi, I guess. Or, you know, just go with Astralpaw's suggestion". 

"Ew. Sushi." Solsticepaw hissed. 

"Technically, we vore anything we eat," Astralpaw said. They then looked off into the distance. "I can finally act out that Tom and Jerry vore fanfic I read once," Astralpaw muttered to themselves. 

"I don't like it either, but I'd rather not get stomach parasites," Mackpaw replied. Solsticepaw still looked disgusted. Then she turned to Astralpaw, a concerned look on her face. "Your brain is seriously ****ed up or something".  

  "Maybe you're the ****ed one you ****head," Astralpaw jokingly replied back.  

"I don't even want to ask about it!" Solsticepaw squirmed in disgust. "The worst thing I've read is a lemon, but that was only once! I've got a weak spot when it comes to graphic books," Solsticepaw sighed in defeat, letting her tail drag on the ground like a limp snake.

Mackpaw shrugged, looking up at the sky. "StarClan, why me? What did I do to deserve this? Is it because I enjoy watching people die on TV? Because if so, I totally understand that". 

"I'm gonna try hunting. I think I hear something," Astralpaw meowed as they paused, hearing something close by. "I'm finna do it," they told themselves out loud. 

"But maybe I can try and fish something up?" 'I just want to get away right now' Solsticepaw thought to herself. She noticed they weren't looking in her way, and ran away, trying to be quiet as she ran away from her fellow apprentices.

Astralpaw froze, scanning around. They looked over to see a mouse in the distance. Astralpaw knew they gotta do it like a snake. Astralpaw metaphorically slithered over, eyeing the mouse as it stood there. Astralpaw lunged forward when they were close enough, opening their mouth to bite on it. They only grabbed the back. The mouse squealed as the back bleed. 

"Oh ****!" Astralpaw gasped as they unsheathed their claws. They knew they had to think quick. The stopped the tail and used their other paw to stomp down on the head. They used their teeth to bite into the neck, breaking it."That could have went better," Astralpaw stated.  

"Oh look, there's blood everywhere. What a shame. Totally sad. Poor little guy," Mackpaw mewed in a monotone voice. "Okay, so how are we going to skin it?" 

"Well, here's the thing. We don't. You think those tight bitches in the series do? Nah. We got to eat it with the fur," Astralpaw said, thinking back to what they remembered. 

"We're at least gutting it though, right? Because no way in h*** am I going to eat it's ****," Mackpaw replied, poking the corpse.  

"YALL STOP CURSING SO MUCH, DAMN," Wrenstar reappears and looks around in shock. "We gotta keep this PG for the kids, remember??" 

"No way in hail am I going to eat this shoot?" Mackpaw offered, shuffling her paws. She looked around, spotting some herbs. "Ooo, thyme!"

"**** the kids!" Astralpaw exclaimed as they lifted up the mouse with their mouth, holding it by the tail. "I'll do whatever the h*** I want and say whatever **** I want to you b******." 

"REEEEEEEEEE" Wrenstar screeches, then stops as they realize they scared away all of the prey in that section of the forest. "Well darn." 

Mackpaw looked up, herbs in her mouth. "So . . . I'm going to head back to camp now, I guess. There's no more prey here, anyway," she mumbled.

"All we ****ing got was this little punk *** edgy b****," Astralpaw said as they placed down the mouse. They made a mental note to challenge themselves to swear in every sentence they saw. They knew they could do it. "Ah ****, it looks like I'm ****ed," Astralpaw said as they saw themselves fade. "Well, see ya later you son of a *****es!" With that, Astralpaw was gone with how tired they were at this point.   

"They cuss a lot," Mackpaw stated, sitting down. She looked at the mouse, pushing it towards the others. "You guys can eat it, if you want. I'd rather not. I'll just eat some of the sorrel". 

Wrenstar took one look at the mouse, with its blood splattered everywhere and fur matted with dirt. "I'd . . . rather not," they simply stated, pushing it away. "Man, we really suck at being cats." The leader sighed, "Welp, I guess I'll see y'all the next day." And with that, the brown-furred cat dissipated into thin air. 

"Yeah, we kind of do. I'll go eat some soup now, bye," Mackpaw mewed, before fading away in a pixelated puff. 

Time skip to the next day

Solsticepaw popped back in, and then sat down in the barren camp. So far, she did a total of nothing. Events rolled in her mind. "Astralpaw, do you really have to cuss every single sentence?" She questioned out loud. Her fishing experience didn't go so well, nothing like falling into a river, thinking you could run faster than a fish swimming in terror from her ruckus.

Solacebreeze materialized with a quiet 'pop' sound and a yawn. "Hey, Solsticepaw," she got out through the yawn. "Where's everyone? Today's been h*** and I've only just managed to sit down and have a break." She paused for a moment to think, and then attempted to shrug - also finding that she could not - and said, "Well, I suppose that's really up to them." 

Augustpaw materialized. "Hey, dudes, what did I miss?" They stood up to walk over to the others but succeeded in faceplanting instead. "Still not used to this whole four legs thing."  

Brooksong materializes as well. "Awe darn it! Sorry I missed so much. I'm still on vacation, you know." She sat down as the previous events rolled into her mind. "We really shouldn't be cursing. Heck, I curse all the time, but I never do it here." She shook her head and looked around. "Oh well. Hey Augustpaw! Hey, Solacebreeze!"

 Augustpaw waved their tail in greeting, then looked momentarily horrified when it was their tail and not a hand. "Howaya. I'd better rein in on the old cursing too. As an Irish person, swearing is in our blood. So, what's to be done?"  

"Well." Brooksong thought for a moment. "Why don't we explore the territory? See if there's any sort of danger?" 

Augustpaw nodded. "That sounds like a plan. We need to know what's around." 

"Lets go then!" Brooksong declared, leading the way into an uncharted section of their territory. 

Translated by Solstice

Edited by Brook