Current BurningClan Plot

"Briarstripe, Briarstripe, Briarstripe!" cheered Walnutpaw for her littermate.

Pinkthorn padded past her clanmates and into the nursery, squeezing inside carefully. Once inside, she dipped her head to the other queens and settled down into an empty nest.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a clan meeting!" yowled Quietstar from the top of the rocks near his den.