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Split Loyalty [🦋]

In the dense, whispering woods where the four clans roamed—RumbleClan, ScarabClan, DripClan, and EchoClan—there thrived a RumbleClan tom named Mangroveclaw, a notorious womaniser.

With sleek fur that glinted under the moonlight and piercing green eyes, he had a charm that made him desirable among every she-cat, regardless of clan lines.

Any cat you asked, no matter how old or young, would tell you that Mangroveclaw was a womaniser, flitting between the clans like a leaf in the wind, leaving broken hearts and fractured families in his wake.

But behind the facade of his captivating demeanour lurked a motive that was nothing short of selfish: to strengthen his own clan by siring kits, each imbued with the powers of different clans.

Mangroveclaw nestled into the hearts of countless she-cats, weaving through the territory like a rogue shadow. He promised them dreams of loyalty and love, knowledge that he had no intention of fulfilling.

He mated with DripClan's swift swimmers, EchoClan's agile hunters, ScarabClan's cunning strategists, and the brave fighters of his own ranks, creating a whole brood of half-clan kits with unique abilities that would help his clan, RumbleClan for the better.

He romanced she-cats from each clan with his charisma and charms, siring the kits he believed would inherit the combined abilities of their ancestors, expanding his own clan's power.

Yet when the kits were born, he was quick to cast aside those he deemed below his standards, and abandoned every mother and her remaining children once they were born, carelessly discarding them like autumn leaves.

Among these unfortunate kits was one particularly fiery daughter named Asphodelspark. Strong-willed, she bore the striking features of both her mother from ScarabClan but only a few of the traits of her father, blending beauty with a fierce spirit.

It wasn't a surprise that Mangroveclaw had dismissed her at birth, deeming her too scrappy and unruly. "That little runt will never amount to anything," he'd scoffed at her mother, breaking her heart alongside the hopes of a new dawn.

From an early age, Asphodelspark heard the stories of her father's misdeeds whispered amongst the elders. The tales of his betrayals festered like a thorn in her heart, each new revelation sharpening her hatred until it became a weapon.

As Asphodelspark grew, so did her hatred for the tom whose blood ran in her veins, festering like an unchecked wound. She harnessed her resentment, honing her skills and gathering her siblings—particularly those whom Mangroveclaw had abandoned.

She grew up alongside her rejected half-siblings who, like her, bore little of their father's traits, and the bond they formed was sealed by a shared fury and deep hate for the tom that ruined their mothers' lives with his meddling claws.

They trained together under the cover of the night, cultivating their powers, an alliance born from shared trauma and unyielding rage in the hopes of one day being able to take down the one who had wronged them.

News of a Gathering buzzed through the clans like a quickening storm one moon. It was a chance to confront their father in front of the very clans he'd manipulated. Day turned to night, the moon high in the inky sky as cats from all clans gathered at Fourtrees.

As shadows grew long and the moon hung high in the sky, the clans met in a clearing lit by moonlight; tension buzzed in the air like a disturbed hornet's nest.

As Asphodelspark stood shoulder to shoulder with her siblings, she spotted Mangroveclaw among a group of toms, his swagger unmistakable. He was basking in the attention, recounting tales of his 'glory' to those who hung on his every word.