(DANDYS WORLD X WARRIOR CATS; I ONLY INCLUDE MAINS FOR NOW + COSMO)

In the deep undergrowth lies a clan full of a variety of passionate cats. Gardenclan. A clan of former rogues, loners, or even kittypets that the leader accepted, giving them another chance to live a social life with other wild cats among them.

Today was not very different from any other day. Cats were all busy, Dandelion’star was discussing clan matters with the deputy Static’stalk while she laid on next to highrock. Night’creek, the secondary deputy, was grooming his paws, then folding them neatly beneath him, staring at a few birds swooping below the tree canopys that shielded the clan from above. Fossil’nose padded over to Berry’spot and Chestnut’tail (The two medicine cats) who were in the medicine den, sorting herbs and having a small chat. Pebble’paw occasionally ran eagerly around the whole camp, tearing his way through bushes and bouncing on logs.

A sigh left your mouth, life was…good. You have a responsible leader, two amazing deputies, a she-cat eager to spread her information on prehistoric matters, two medicine cats who worked their best together to treat the clan and an apprentice who was certainly qualified to become a worthy warrior. What other type of life would one want other than this?

You snapped out of your thoughts when Fossil’nose tapped you on the nose with her own, bringing your heads out of the cloud. She smiled, and sat down next to you.

“Hey, what’s new in the fresh-kill pile? I’m starving!” She purred, stretching her front paws and heading to the pile in the middle of the clan, sheilded by a watching bush. “You coming?”

“Yeah.” You simply nod, “Probably just some rabbits, Static’stalk’s amazing at catching those.” You point your head at the pile of three plump rabbits stacked neatly on top of each other, you watch Fossil’nose take one between her jaws and slump down to the ground to enjoy her desired meal.

You inch closer to the pile, and you spot two spotted birds next to the rabbits. Interesting, what cat could possibly run up trees to chase down and hunt birds. What skill it must take.

“Huh? There’s birds now?” You mumble to Fossil’nose, “Who caught those?”

Fossil’nose looks up from her eating, and she pauses, staring at her own paws before glancing at the birds, “Night’creek did. He’s surprisingly skilled at catching those. He doesn’t even need to chase up trees.”