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LarvikiteClan - Prologue p.1It had taken the predominant portion of the last moon for the small Clan to scale the many peaks of the surrounding mountainous terrain, but they had finally reached the tallest peak. Their new home was only days away, according to the young spirit who guided them, pushing them ever onward, into the cragenous landscape. It had been many days since they had stopped in one place for longer than a single night, and even then, they had only stayed until the Clan was able to travel again regardless of what had stopped them in the first place.As the tri-coloured leader broached a particularly steep slope, she paused to await the rest of her Clan while her gray apprentice huffed his way to her side, he let out a small gasp of awe as he took in the view before him. In front of them, the land dropped away into a lush mural of greens, blues, and even some patchy spots of white where the leafbare snows had refused to relinquish their hold on the land.“It’s beautiful…!” Burrpaw mewed in astonishment, as he took a thoughtless step closer to the sudden cavernous drop in front of him.“Careful.” The dappled molly responded, stopping the young tom with the lightest touch of her tail, before she motioned down into the valley far below. “That’s quite a drop.”“Indeed it is.” An older tom added, joining the pair at the parapet. “And how do you suggest we get down there exactly?”“Not down, up.” A new voice added, drawing the attention of the others as a young red tom joined them, flicking his tail to the opposite side of the canyon, where the walls of the mountain rose sharply above them.“Up?” The older tom asked skeptically, eying the young tom and then the sheer wall in front of them. “Are you insane?” He finally snapped with a lash of his deep brown tail.“Up?” The young gray apprentice echoed in disbelief, his hazel eyes locked disparingly on the far side of the canyon.“Home is up.” The red tom replied simply as he settled onto his haunches beside the blue-and-cream molly.“Then we must find a way up.” The molly added, her blue eyes scanning the valley below and the wall across.“You are all insane.” The older tom hissed again, but his attention had turned behind him to the company of cats making slower progress to the precipice. “Need I remind you Fruitheart only has one kit left. He will not survive that climb.”“Firekit grows stronger every day. Thunderpaw believes he will make it, as we all will. Home is not far.” The red tom interjected, his green eyes trailing behind him to the cluster of approaching felines.“Because a dead apprentice knows so much.” The old tom growled under his breath.“Owlfoot,” The dappled molly reprimended, “It is not your place to interpret the will of StarClan.”“Perhaps not, but I do not like putting my life, or the life of my Clan in the paws of a cat who couldn’t even survive their own apprenticeship.”“Life in the grove was harsh, we lost many lives, and not just apprentices.” The blue eyed leader responded before her attention turned to her own young apprentice. “Come, Burrpaw. We shall speak with the Clan.”“Coming, Hopestar!” The young tom mewed, tearing his hazel eyes from the expanse of land before him and trotting eagerly down the slope to the spot where the rest of their Clan had gathered while their leaders discussed their next move. Behind him, he could feel Owlfoot’s confident pawsteps in his wake, but a glance back revealed the young medicine cat had chosen not to return with them, instead settling down on the crevice’s edge. “Is Nimbleivy okay?” He asked, as his steps slowed, causing the older deputy to nearly trip on him.“Burrpaw-!” The elder tom began with a snap, but he quickly reconsidered as the young apprentice’s word settled with him. “He’ll converse with Thunderpaw tonight, and hopefully the foul little apprentice will tell him we’re almost home. I doubt we can continue like this for much longer. For the future of our Clan, I hope he receives good news tonight.” The deputy added, almost sadly. Enough for Burrpaw to glance at the old tom, only to find his attention had slipped back to the remnants of their Clan again. It was so small now, small enough that even Burrpaw in his naive apprenticeship knew the Clan was in grave danger.It was why they had left the grove in the first place.With each passing day, Redears' steps slowed a little more, in fact until they had reached the precipice, Nimbleivy had long since been travelling alongside his aging mother, offering her ointments and salves whenever he could. Fruitheart grew ever more depressed, she had already lost two kits since their journey began. Now she only had one son and all her energy went to him. So much so, that the white molly was already huddled in a heap around the tiny tom in the center of the group. Burrpaw’s own mother stayed close to the young queen, ever vigilant of their surroundings, her black pelt stark against the barren grey-brown earth.“Where are Lotuspelt and Wisp-paw?” The deputy asked, drawing the young apprentices’ attention from the gathered mollies.“They have gone hunting,” Ridgefur responded, noticing their return while Hopestar weaved through the small crowd, checking on everyone.“For what?” Owlfoot nearly snarled. Lotuspelt had a bad habit of going “hunting” for den or nesting materials instead of food.“He did not say, only that he would return. And Wisp-paw has gone with him, as you already know. She will keep him focused.” The black molly responded, before turning her hazel eyes to the nearly unconscious queen before her, effectively dismissing Burrpaw and her deputy. For a moment, the young tom felt a rush of disappointment that his own mother hadn’t even acknowledged him. It often seemed his greatest achievement in life had merely been to be chosen as Hopestar’s apprentice, and now that the Clan was so small, not even that seemed like an appropriate accomplishment for his proud mother. “Then Hopestar and I will hunt as well!” The young tom declared, before bounding away to catch up his leader. Only after he found the dappled molly did he consider the burden his mentor had been placed under.Sparks of white lightning danced in her fur, a clear sign that she was exhausted, and a slight limp reminded the young tom of her earlier brush with death. He’d overheard Nimbleivy mutter that she had come very close to losing a life after an unstable stone had sent her careening into a deep ravine. He’d also overheard the young medicine cat later interrogate his mentor about whether or not she had actually lost a life in the fall, but Hopestar had again assured him that she had not.For many generations now, each member of their Clan had been born with a blessing sent by StarClan, a unique ability to control an aspect of nature. At first the apprentice of their gifts had been an omen, than a portent, eventually it began the source of how they determined their leadership until almost every cat in the Clan seemingly had some level of control over a gift. It soon became an argument over who had the most control of their gifts as manipulating the forces of nature were quite taxing and difficult to control for nearly any cat in the Clan. Although some seemed to have an easier time with it than others. After many more generations, the gifts had become quite common, with only a few members being born without a gift. And Lotuspelt himself had proven not even that seemed to be the case anymore.Though the rosette-striped tom did not have a physical gift as the rest of his Clanmates did, he did have a gift of his own; the ability to levitate objects. Burrpaw had heard that by the time Lotuspelt had become an apprentice, the Clan leader at the time had began wondering how many other cats in their Clan had this special skill and had been written off as ungifted due to the difficult nature of levitation.Throughout their lives, every member of the Clan had sought to understand their abilities more than the one who came before them, though after the desolation of their home and Clan, Hopestar had quickly put a stop to the competition. When Wisp-paw had proven to have the same gift as Nimbleivy, Burrpaw had overheard his leader and mentor discussing with his mother, Lotuspelt who had been assigned as Wisp-paw’s warrior mentor, and the medicine cat himself as to whether or not the appearance of such a strong gift warranted the apprentice becoming Nimbleivy’s apprentice instead of Lotuspelts’.Burrpaw had not stayed to hear the verdict of the conversation as he had rushed back to the makeshift nest he had been sharing with his sister since the loss of their territory and burrowed into her side. Wisp-paw would hate being a medicine cat apprentice, her wish in life was to one day become the Clans’ next leader. Having Hopestar and the others forcibly take that dream away from her seemed fitfully unfair. But when he had told his sister what he had overheard; she had been rightfully sorrowful, but had quickly dismissed it and claimed if Hopestar and Nimbleivy believed her gift was an omen from StarClan that she was not on the proper path, then she would respect the desires of StarClan and become a worthy medicine cat.The following day, Burrpaw had receiving multiple tongue lashings for his eavesdropping and informed the discussions of warriors were not his concern. Only Hopestar had given him a short lecture, but had later taken him with her to scout the area, and praised his honesty and loyalty to his sister and Clan and assured him that they would never had forced Wisp-paw to train under Nimbleivy exclusively if she did not wish to become a medicine cat, just as she would never ask him to do something he did not want to do. For a legitimate reason, she had added when he had trickily tried to get out of a detestable apprentice responsibility.He might have lost the respect of his mother that day, but he had instead earned the acknowledgement of his own leader, and Burrpaw had been quite happy with the exchange. So long as Hopestar respected him, he could care less what his own mother thought of him.“Hopestar?” The young tom asked, drawing his leader’s fatigued gaze.“I thought you would have found a place to sleep by now.” The leader mewed in response, a particularly large bolt of electricity zapping down her dappled side. Even from several tail-lengths away, Burrpaw could feel the energy in that one pulse, and smell the electrified air long after it had dispersed. For a second, the young tom wondered what it felt like, but quickly dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. “Lotuspelt and Wisp-paw have gone hunting, I wanted to check with you and see if you wanted me to go out too?” He’d meant to ask if they could hunt, together, but seeing the sharp, jagged lines of electricity becoming increasingly violent in the leader’s dappled pelt he realized his leader needed to rest just as much as the rest of them. He also saw the exact moment his leader had come to the same conclusion and dragged herself back to her paws. “That is a wonderful idea, but you needn’t go alone.” The molly responded, as Burrpaw wracked his mind for some excuse to let her stay behind and rest.Thankfully, it seemed Owlfoot had also had the same thought as Burrpaw, as the older tom stepped close, revealing his presence. “You have been at the front of the Clan since the break of dawn, Hopestar. Rest now. I will take Burrpaw and hunt for our morsel.” The deputy responded, small yellow lights already beginning to flicker in his spotted fur as the light began to wane. “We will not go far.” He added at her rather skeptical glance. Owlfoot was the only cat in the Clan who could create a reliable source of light, and without a proper territory, he’d become something of a beacon for those who sought to hunt for their Clan after a day of travel. Having him leave the bulk of the Clan meant anyone looking for his light would become quite lost. It was an unnecessary risk as Hopestar had stated on multiple occasions.“As far as we are aware,” Owlfoot began again, “These lands have not yet been hunted, prey should remain close at paw. We will not go far.” He added again, but this time didn’t give the molly a chance to argue as he turned and trotted back toward the bulk of the Clan. Burrpaw could only cast an apologetic look to his leader, before he too turned and bounded away.As Owlfoot had promised, they did not go far, only far enough that they could not see, hear, or smell their Clanmates over a ridge. And just as the wise deputy had proclaimed, prey had been quite plentiful in the early newleaf season. The two toms hunted until they could not find any more prey without travelling further away from the Clan. But they had hunted with great success, by the time Burrpaw had realized the only light left was coming from Owlfoot himself. And even between the two of them carrying multiple pieces of prey, there was still some prey left. The two toms were in the midst of discussing how to get their quarry back to the Clan without leaving prey behind for scavengers, when the remaining squirrel, sparrow, and mole carcesses suddenly rose from the earth and began drifting towards the far rise. Burrpaw immediately snapped to attention, ready to pounce on the floating prey, but Owlfoot seemed more aware of what was happening as the deputy brightened the wisps of light in his fur, extending their range. Burrpaw soon recognized Lotuspelt as he drew the last few carcesses towards himself and the rise separating them from camp. “You two look like you could use some help.” The tom added, “And it looks like you had better luck at hunting than myself and Wisp-paw did.”“Did you actually do any hunting?” Owlfoot grumbled quietly around his mouthful of prey, a comment that Lotuspelt definitely heard by the unsettled ruffle of his fur, but he did not acknowledge the deputy. Sometimes, Burrpaw wondered what Lotuspelt did to earn the ire of the wise deputy, it seemed the tom was always on the receiving end of Owlfoot’s most hurtful sneers and snide remarks.By the time the three toms broached the ridge and returned to the Clan, Burrpaw understood, at least for this particular instance. In their absence many makeshift nests had been built. None of which anyone had been even attempting to create when Burrpaw and Owlfoot had left. And there was a noticeable lack of prey to be found.“Oh thank StarClan you found some prey!” A young female voice practically bellowed as another grey apprentice bounded forward to meet them, snatching a few pieces of prey threatening to fall from Burrpaw’s grip. Wisp-paw was a lithe little thing, fast and agile, there was little doubt the few pieces of prey scattered around the makeshift camp had been her doing. Which meant the nests had been scavenged by Lotuspelt. As Owlfoot had earlier pointed out. But as much as the Clan needed comfortable nests to sleep in, they had needed food more. Even Burrpaw had known that.They had quickly dispensed the prey to their hungry Clanmates, and under Owlfoot’s keen direction, there was even enough left over for a small meal before the Clan would inevitably continue on their journey in search of a new home in the morning. Neither Nimbleivy nor Hopestar rejoined their Clanmates in their respite.Nimbleivy stayed on the precipice of the cliffedge, though Redears had joined him at some point. And Hopestar had taken shelter with Owlfoot in a shallow dip in the earth away from their Clanmates. The occasional flash of dry lightning indication enough that she stayed away for the protection and respect of her Clan. The near pulsing light would make sleep difficult for anyone, but still Burrpaw wanted to stay close, despite Owlfoot ordering him to the makeshift “apprentices’ den”. He slept fitfully, as they all did since the Clan had left their home. He could only hope Nimbleivy had been truthful about their new home being close-at-paw, even in his naive youth, he could tell the Clan was struggling, losing hope.Eventually morning came and the Clan shared in the last remnants of prey from the previous night of hunting. Burrpaw was in the middle of sharing a small mouse with his sister when he noticed Hopestar and Owlfoot scaling the steep slope to join Nimbleivy on the precipice. A few moments later, Redears began her descent back to the Clan and before Burrpaw had even realized he’d risen to his paws, felt a sharp sting of teeth in his fur.“Don’t even think about it.” Wisp-paw warned, “You may be Hopestar’s apprentice, but that doeesn’t mean you belong with them. You’re still only an apprentice.” She added huffily. “Remember that, and stay in your place.”Burrpaw wanted to retort something back at her, but he knew she was right, and sneaking up the slope would likely only get him in more trouble. “I wonder what they’re talking about?” He finally muttered, settling back down, but unable to finish his meal.“If it’s important, Hopestar will tell us.” Wisp-paw responded snidely, taking advantage of her brother’s distraction to devour the small mouse. They had learned a long time ago that if you didn’t eat when prey was available, you simply didn’t eat. There was no hunting allowed while they travelled, and they only stopped for short respites during the day, so this small mouse would likely be their last meal until more prey was caught at day’s end.And just as Wisp-paw had suggested, after a short wait, the three leader-class felines descended the high peak to rejoin their Clanmates, Hopestar calling the Clan to attention as soon as they were close enough. The small Clan instinctively gathered to listen.“Nimbleivy has been in communion with StarClan this night.” Hopestar began, “They believe we are close to our new home.” She added, but continued before the wave of relief and excitement could distract her Clan. “However, they say our new home is beyond the valley ahead. Owlfoot, Nimbleivy, and myself have discussed our next route and determined it will take at least a full day of travel just to descend into the valley. And our journey will not end there. By the estimate of our esteemed deputy; it will take at least three days to cross the valley, at the end of which, we will have to climb again before we reach our new home.”“Four days more, at least…” Wisp-paw whispered disbelievingly. Her hazel eyes, so similar to Burrpaw’s own, shifting to the lone queen and tiny kitten nestled against her white fur. He was so small, smaller than a kit his age should be, if the words of their medicine cat should be true. It was a question on all their minds, as Burrpaw realized not just Wisp-paw was looking to the queen now. Would Fruitheart’s last kit survive another moon-phase of hard travel?It seemed she understood the looks and expectant stare of her leaders, as the young queen’s fur bristled in near-defiance. “We will.” She declared boldly, but despite her own words, she pulled the small orange kitten closer to her side.“Then we leave before the sun has reached its height.” Hopestar declared with an acknowledging nod to the brave queen. It was enough of an acknowledgement that Burrpaw wondered if perhaps Fruitheart wasn’t the only queen in the remnants of the Clan who had lost her kittens to strife.“Don’t.” Wisp-paw growled in his ear, “I know that look, don’t even think about it. It’s none of your business.” She hissed, before snatching up the remnants of their shared meal while the meeting dispersed and the Clan began the preparations to begin traveling again.“I wasn’t going to do anything!” Burrpaw retorted haughtily, but embarrassment had his fur bristling with indignation. He hadn’t been planning on acting on his thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to know the answer.

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So I did something I'm probably gonna end up regretting... I started a new modded ClanGen and I kind of need help with some lore-building, kind of hoping someone here would be interested in the idea/project, or maybe someone just has some more inspiration than I do at the moment.

If you don't know what Larvikite is, I highly recommend looking it up, it is a stunning rock formation!

I would definitely like to include some of the mysticism surrounding Larvikite properties in some of the lore, perhaps something to do with the origin or usage of their abilities:

→ known as Norwegian moonstone

→ enhances psychic abilities & inner visions

→ stimulates ability to see past lifetimes & traveling through dimensions

→ protective and grounding properties

→ encourages youth & vitality

→ assists in connecting with the spirits of nature

*Update -

→ Each member of the Clan has a shard of Larvikite which helps to channel their divinity, gifted to them at the time of their Warrior ceremony.

→ Apprentices must burrow the shard of their mentor or another adult member of the Clan during their apprenticeship

→ The shard could be harvested in one of three ways;

        • The apprentice must mine their own shard as a rite of passage

        • Medicine Cats mine new shards during their council with StarClan and a failure to retrieve a charged shard could be an omen by StarClan that an apprentice is not yet ready to complete their apprenticeship

        • The shard is mined by an apprentices' mentor or a close loved one as a sign of faith/loyalty

Need help with the following lore-related Clan information:

  • Belief system -

  • Traditions

  • Relations with other Clans/outsiders

  • History

• Legends

• Power usage/limitations



Also need help "assigning" element names, the mod comes with 16 unique elements but I'm not thrilled with the original names given by the creator of the mod since a lot of them seem to belong to the same element group or just don't make sense to me at all. The "elements" provided are: fire, water, earth, wind, star, darkness, steam, magma, smoke, hellfire, mud, storm, sand, deathberry, ghost, & blood, there are also two "unassigned/no magic" options to the mod, perhaps these could be telekinetic abilities? Should a particular element be shunned/exalted over the others?

The following relationships are already per-determined:

→ Fruitheart: mother to Firekit

→ Ridgefur: mother to Wisp-paw & Burrpaw

→ Redears: mother to Nimbleivy

If I continue this project, I will probably post updates to my project account - Direfall-Dagger

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Finally started writing! If you're interested in reading about LarvikiteClan, you can now read it on my project account -

LarvikiteClan - Prologue p.1It had taken the predominant portion of the last moon for the small Clan to scale the many peaks of the surrounding mountainous terrain, but they had finally reached the tallest peak. Their new home was only days away, according to the young spirit who guided them, pushing them ever onward, into the cragenous landscape. It had been many days since they had stopped in one place for longer than a single night, and even then, they had only stayed until the Clan was able to travel again regardless of what had stopped them in the first place.As the tri-coloured leader broached a particularly steep slope, she paused to await the rest of her Clan while her gray apprentice huffed his way to her side, he let out a small gasp of awe as he took in the view before him. In front of them, the land dropped away into a lush mural of greens, blues, and even some patchy spots of white where the leafbare snows had refused to relinquish their hold on the land.“It’s beautiful…!” Burrpaw mewed in astonishment, as he took a thoughtless step closer to the sudden cavernous drop in front of him.“Careful.” The dappled molly responded, stopping the young tom with the lightest touch of her tail, before she motioned down into the valley far below. “That’s quite a drop.”“Indeed it is.” An older tom added, joining the pair at the parapet. “And how do you suggest we get down there exactly?”“Not down, up.” A new voice added, drawing the attention of the others as a young red tom joined them, flicking his tail to the opposite side of the canyon, where the walls of the mountain rose sharply above them.“Up?” The older tom asked skeptically, eying the young tom and then the sheer wall in front of them. “Are you insane?” He finally snapped with a lash of his deep brown tail.“Up?” The young gray apprentice echoed in disbelief, his hazel eyes locked disparingly on the far side of the canyon.“Home is up.” The red tom replied simply as he settled onto his haunches beside the blue-and-cream molly.“Then we must find a way up.” The molly added, her blue eyes scanning the valley below and the wall across.“You are all insane.” The older tom hissed again, but his attention had turned behind him to the company of cats making slower progress to the precipice. “Need I remind you Fruitheart only has one kit left. He will not survive that climb.”“Firekit grows stronger every day. Thunderpaw believes he will make it, as we all will. Home is not far.” The red tom interjected, his green eyes trailing behind him to the cluster of approaching felines.“Because a dead apprentice knows so much.” The old tom growled under his breath.“Owlfoot,” The dappled molly reprimended, “It is not your place to interpret the will of StarClan.”“Perhaps not, but I do not like putting my life, or the life of my Clan in the paws of a cat who couldn’t even survive their own apprenticeship.”“Life in the grove was harsh, we lost many lives, and not just apprentices.” The blue eyed leader responded before her attention turned to her own young apprentice. “Come, Burrpaw. We shall speak with the Clan.”“Coming, Hopestar!” The young tom mewed, tearing his hazel eyes from the expanse of land before him and trotting eagerly down the slope to the spot where the rest of their Clan had gathered while their leaders discussed their next move. Behind him, he could feel Owlfoot’s confident pawsteps in his wake, but a glance back revealed the young medicine cat had chosen not to return with them, instead settling down on the crevice’s edge. “Is Nimbleivy okay?” He asked, as his steps slowed, causing the older deputy to nearly trip on him.“Burrpaw-!” The elder tom began with a snap, but he quickly reconsidered as the young apprentice’s word settled with him. “He’ll converse with Thunderpaw tonight, and hopefully the foul little apprentice will tell him we’re almost home. I doubt we can continue like this for much longer. For the future of our Clan, I hope he receives good news tonight.” The deputy added, almost sadly. Enough for Burrpaw to glance at the old tom, only to find his attention had slipped back to the remnants of their Clan again. It was so small now, small enough that even Burrpaw in his naive apprenticeship knew the Clan was in grave danger.It was why they had left the grove in the first place.With each passing day, Redears' steps slowed a little more, in fact until they had reached the precipice, Nimbleivy had long since been travelling alongside his aging mother, offering her ointments and salves whenever he could. Fruitheart grew ever more depressed, she had already lost two kits since their journey began. Now she only had one son and all her energy went to him. So much so, that the white molly was already huddled in a heap around the tiny tom in the center of the group. Burrpaw’s own mother stayed close to the young queen, ever vigilant of their surroundings, her black pelt stark against the barren grey-brown earth.“Where are Lotuspelt and Wisp-paw?” The deputy asked, drawing the young apprentices’ attention from the gathered mollies.“They have gone hunting,” Ridgefur responded, noticing their return while Hopestar weaved through the small crowd, checking on everyone.“For what?” Owlfoot nearly snarled. Lotuspelt had a bad habit of going “hunting” for den or nesting materials instead of food.“He did not say, only that he would return. And Wisp-paw has gone with him, as you already know. She will keep him focused.” The black molly responded, before turning her hazel eyes to the nearly unconscious queen before her, effectively dismissing Burrpaw and her deputy. For a moment, the young tom felt a rush of disappointment that his own mother hadn’t even acknowledged him. It often seemed his greatest achievement in life had merely been to be chosen as Hopestar’s apprentice, and now that the Clan was so small, not even that seemed like an appropriate accomplishment for his proud mother. “Then Hopestar and I will hunt as well!” The young tom declared, before bounding away to catch up his leader. Only after he found the dappled molly did he consider the burden his mentor had been placed under.Sparks of white lightning danced in her fur, a clear sign that she was exhausted, and a slight limp reminded the young tom of her earlier brush with death. He’d overheard Nimbleivy mutter that she had come very close to losing a life after an unstable stone had sent her careening into a deep ravine. He’d also overheard the young medicine cat later interrogate his mentor about whether or not she had actually lost a life in the fall, but Hopestar had again assured him that she had not.For many generations now, each member of their Clan had been born with a blessing sent by StarClan, a unique ability to control an aspect of nature. At first the apprentice of their gifts had been an omen, than a portent, eventually it began the source of how they determined their leadership until almost every cat in the Clan seemingly had some level of control over a gift. It soon became an argument over who had the most control of their gifts as manipulating the forces of nature were quite taxing and difficult to control for nearly any cat in the Clan. Although some seemed to have an easier time with it than others. After many more generations, the gifts had become quite common, with only a few members being born without a gift. And Lotuspelt himself had proven not even that seemed to be the case anymore.Though the rosette-striped tom did not have a physical gift as the rest of his Clanmates did, he did have a gift of his own; the ability to levitate objects. Burrpaw had heard that by the time Lotuspelt had become an apprentice, the Clan leader at the time had began wondering how many other cats in their Clan had this special skill and had been written off as ungifted due to the difficult nature of levitation.Throughout their lives, every member of the Clan had sought to understand their abilities more than the one who came before them, though after the desolation of their home and Clan, Hopestar had quickly put a stop to the competition. When Wisp-paw had proven to have the same gift as Nimbleivy, Burrpaw had overheard his leader and mentor discussing with his mother, Lotuspelt who had been assigned as Wisp-paw’s warrior mentor, and the medicine cat himself as to whether or not the appearance of such a strong gift warranted the apprentice becoming Nimbleivy’s apprentice instead of Lotuspelts’.Burrpaw had not stayed to hear the verdict of the conversation as he had rushed back to the makeshift nest he had been sharing with his sister since the loss of their territory and burrowed into her side. Wisp-paw would hate being a medicine cat apprentice, her wish in life was to one day become the Clans’ next leader. Having Hopestar and the others forcibly take that dream away from her seemed fitfully unfair. But when he had told his sister what he had overheard; she had been rightfully sorrowful, but had quickly dismissed it and claimed if Hopestar and Nimbleivy believed her gift was an omen from StarClan that she was not on the proper path, then she would respect the desires of StarClan and become a worthy medicine cat.The following day, Burrpaw had receiving multiple tongue lashings for his eavesdropping and informed the discussions of warriors were not his concern. Only Hopestar had given him a short lecture, but had later taken him with her to scout the area, and praised his honesty and loyalty to his sister and Clan and assured him that they would never had forced Wisp-paw to train under Nimbleivy exclusively if she did not wish to become a medicine cat, just as she would never ask him to do something he did not want to do. For a legitimate reason, she had added when he had trickily tried to get out of a detestable apprentice responsibility.He might have lost the respect of his mother that day, but he had instead earned the acknowledgement of his own leader, and Burrpaw had been quite happy with the exchange. So long as Hopestar respected him, he could care less what his own mother thought of him.“Hopestar?” The young tom asked, drawing his leader’s fatigued gaze.“I thought you would have found a place to sleep by now.” The leader mewed in response, a particularly large bolt of electricity zapping down her dappled side. Even from several tail-lengths away, Burrpaw could feel the energy in that one pulse, and smell the electrified air long after it had dispersed. For a second, the young tom wondered what it felt like, but quickly dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. “Lotuspelt and Wisp-paw have gone hunting, I wanted to check with you and see if you wanted me to go out too?” He’d meant to ask if they could hunt, together, but seeing the sharp, jagged lines of electricity becoming increasingly violent in the leader’s dappled pelt he realized his leader needed to rest just as much as the rest of them. He also saw the exact moment his leader had come to the same conclusion and dragged herself back to her paws. “That is a wonderful idea, but you needn’t go alone.” The molly responded, as Burrpaw wracked his mind for some excuse to let her stay behind and rest.Thankfully, it seemed Owlfoot had also had the same thought as Burrpaw, as the older tom stepped close, revealing his presence. “You have been at the front of the Clan since the break of dawn, Hopestar. Rest now. I will take Burrpaw and hunt for our morsel.” The deputy responded, small yellow lights already beginning to flicker in his spotted fur as the light began to wane. “We will not go far.” He added at her rather skeptical glance. Owlfoot was the only cat in the Clan who could create a reliable source of light, and without a proper territory, he’d become something of a beacon for those who sought to hunt for their Clan after a day of travel. Having him leave the bulk of the Clan meant anyone looking for his light would become quite lost. It was an unnecessary risk as Hopestar had stated on multiple occasions.“As far as we are aware,” Owlfoot began again, “These lands have not yet been hunted, prey should remain close at paw. We will not go far.” He added again, but this time didn’t give the molly a chance to argue as he turned and trotted back toward the bulk of the Clan. Burrpaw could only cast an apologetic look to his leader, before he too turned and bounded away.As Owlfoot had promised, they did not go far, only far enough that they could not see, hear, or smell their Clanmates over a ridge. And just as the wise deputy had proclaimed, prey had been quite plentiful in the early newleaf season. The two toms hunted until they could not find any more prey without travelling further away from the Clan. But they had hunted with great success, by the time Burrpaw had realized the only light left was coming from Owlfoot himself. And even between the two of them carrying multiple pieces of prey, there was still some prey left. The two toms were in the midst of discussing how to get their quarry back to the Clan without leaving prey behind for scavengers, when the remaining squirrel, sparrow, and mole carcesses suddenly rose from the earth and began drifting towards the far rise. Burrpaw immediately snapped to attention, ready to pounce on the floating prey, but Owlfoot seemed more aware of what was happening as the deputy brightened the wisps of light in his fur, extending their range. Burrpaw soon recognized Lotuspelt as he drew the last few carcesses towards himself and the rise separating them from camp. “You two look like you could use some help.” The tom added, “And it looks like you had better luck at hunting than myself and Wisp-paw did.”“Did you actually do any hunting?” Owlfoot grumbled quietly around his mouthful of prey, a comment that Lotuspelt definitely heard by the unsettled ruffle of his fur, but he did not acknowledge the deputy. Sometimes, Burrpaw wondered what Lotuspelt did to earn the ire of the wise deputy, it seemed the tom was always on the receiving end of Owlfoot’s most hurtful sneers and snide remarks.By the time the three toms broached the ridge and returned to the Clan, Burrpaw understood, at least for this particular instance. In their absence many makeshift nests had been built. None of which anyone had been even attempting to create when Burrpaw and Owlfoot had left. And there was a noticeable lack of prey to be found.“Oh thank StarClan you found some prey!” A young female voice practically bellowed as another grey apprentice bounded forward to meet them, snatching a few pieces of prey threatening to fall from Burrpaw’s grip. Wisp-paw was a lithe little thing, fast and agile, there was little doubt the few pieces of prey scattered around the makeshift camp had been her doing. Which meant the nests had been scavenged by Lotuspelt. As Owlfoot had earlier pointed out. But as much as the Clan needed comfortable nests to sleep in, they had needed food more. Even Burrpaw had known that.They had quickly dispensed the prey to their hungry Clanmates, and under Owlfoot’s keen direction, there was even enough left over for a small meal before the Clan would inevitably continue on their journey in search of a new home in the morning. Neither Nimbleivy nor Hopestar rejoined their Clanmates in their respite.Nimbleivy stayed on the precipice of the cliffedge, though Redears had joined him at some point. And Hopestar had taken shelter with Owlfoot in a shallow dip in the earth away from their Clanmates. The occasional flash of dry lightning indication enough that she stayed away for the protection and respect of her Clan. The near pulsing light would make sleep difficult for anyone, but still Burrpaw wanted to stay close, despite Owlfoot ordering him to the makeshift “apprentices’ den”. He slept fitfully, as they all did since the Clan had left their home. He could only hope Nimbleivy had been truthful about their new home being close-at-paw, even in his naive youth, he could tell the Clan was struggling, losing hope.Eventually morning came and the Clan shared in the last remnants of prey from the previous night of hunting. Burrpaw was in the middle of sharing a small mouse with his sister when he noticed Hopestar and Owlfoot scaling the steep slope to join Nimbleivy on the precipice. A few moments later, Redears began her descent back to the Clan and before Burrpaw had even realized he’d risen to his paws, felt a sharp sting of teeth in his fur.“Don’t even think about it.” Wisp-paw warned, “You may be Hopestar’s apprentice, but that doeesn’t mean you belong with them. You’re still only an apprentice.” She added huffily. “Remember that, and stay in your place.”Burrpaw wanted to retort something back at her, but he knew she was right, and sneaking up the slope would likely only get him in more trouble. “I wonder what they’re talking about?” He finally muttered, settling back down, but unable to finish his meal.“If it’s important, Hopestar will tell us.” Wisp-paw responded snidely, taking advantage of her brother’s distraction to devour the small mouse. They had learned a long time ago that if you didn’t eat when prey was available, you simply didn’t eat. There was no hunting allowed while they travelled, and they only stopped for short respites during the day, so this small mouse would likely be their last meal until more prey was caught at day’s end.And just as Wisp-paw had suggested, after a short wait, the three leader-class felines descended the high peak to rejoin their Clanmates, Hopestar calling the Clan to attention as soon as they were close enough. The small Clan instinctively gathered to listen.“Nimbleivy has been in communion with StarClan this night.” Hopestar began, “They believe we are close to our new home.” She added, but continued before the wave of relief and excitement could distract her Clan. “However, they say our new home is beyond the valley ahead. Owlfoot, Nimbleivy, and myself have discussed our next route and determined it will take at least a full day of travel just to descend into the valley. And our journey will not end there. By the estimate of our esteemed deputy; it will take at least three days to cross the valley, at the end of which, we will have to climb again before we reach our new home.”“Four days more, at least…” Wisp-paw whispered disbelievingly. Her hazel eyes, so similar to Burrpaw’s own, shifting to the lone queen and tiny kitten nestled against her white fur. He was so small, smaller than a kit his age should be, if the words of their medicine cat should be true. It was a question on all their minds, as Burrpaw realized not just Wisp-paw was looking to the queen now. Would Fruitheart’s last kit survive another moon-phase of hard travel?It seemed she understood the looks and expectant stare of her leaders, as the young queen’s fur bristled in near-defiance. “We will.” She declared boldly, but despite her own words, she pulled the small orange kitten closer to her side.“Then we leave before the sun has reached its height.” Hopestar declared with an acknowledging nod to the brave queen. It was enough of an acknowledgement that Burrpaw wondered if perhaps Fruitheart wasn’t the only queen in the remnants of the Clan who had lost her kittens to strife.“Don’t.” Wisp-paw growled in his ear, “I know that look, don’t even think about it. It’s none of your business.” She hissed, before snatching up the remnants of their shared meal while the meeting dispersed and the Clan began the preparations to begin traveling again.“I wasn’t going to do anything!” Burrpaw retorted haughtily, but embarrassment had his fur bristling with indignation. He hadn’t been planning on acting on his thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to know the answer.

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So I did something I'm probably gonna end up regretting... I started a new modded ClanGen and I kind of need help with some lore-building, kind of hoping someone here would be interested in the idea/project, or maybe someone just has some more inspiration than I do at the moment.

If you don't know what Larvikite is, I highly recommend looking it up, it is a stunning rock formation!

I would definitely like to include some of the mysticism surrounding Larvikite properties in some of the lore, perhaps something to do with the origin or usage of their abilities:

→ known as Norwegian moonstone

→ enhances psychic abilities & inner visions

→ stimulates ability to see past lifetimes & traveling through dimensions

→ protective and grounding properties

→ encourages youth & vitality

→ assists in connecting with the spirits of nature

*Update -

→ Each member of the Clan has a shard of Larvikite which helps to channel their divinity, gifted to them at the time of their Warrior ceremony.

→ Apprentices must burrow the shard of their mentor or another adult member of the Clan during their apprenticeship

→ The shard could be harvested in one of three ways;

        • The apprentice must mine their own shard as a rite of passage

        • Medicine Cats mine new shards during their council with StarClan and a failure to retrieve a charged shard could be an omen by StarClan that an apprentice is not yet ready to complete their apprenticeship

        • The shard is mined by an apprentices' mentor or a close loved one as a sign of faith/loyalty

Need help with the following lore-related Clan information:

  • Belief system -

  • Traditions

  • Relations with other Clans/outsiders

  • History

• Legends

• Power usage/limitations



Also need help "assigning" element names, the mod comes with 16 unique elements but I'm not thrilled with the original names given by the creator of the mod since a lot of them seem to belong to the same element group or just don't make sense to me at all. The "elements" provided are: fire, water, earth, wind, star, darkness, steam, magma, smoke, hellfire, mud, storm, sand, deathberry, ghost, & blood, there are also two "unassigned/no magic" options to the mod, perhaps these could be telekinetic abilities? Should a particular element be shunned/exalted over the others?

The following relationships are already per-determined:

→ Fruitheart: mother to Firekit

→ Ridgefur: mother to Wisp-paw & Burrpaw

→ Redears: mother to Nimbleivy

If I continue this project, I will probably post updates to my project account - Direfall-Dagger