Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13589019. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandom: Warriors_-_Erin_Hunter Additional Tags: BDSM, Daddy_Kink, Falling_In_Love, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Incest, Incest Kink, Master/Slave, Masturbation, Underage_Masturbation, Rape, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Sex, Rough_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Gay_Sex, Underage Sex, Lust, Threesome, Come_Eating, Come_Swallowing, Come_Sharing, Gangbang, Gang_Rape, Dom/sub, Blood, Blow_Jobs Stats: Published: 2018-02-06 Completed: 2018-02-09 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 7228 ****** Living In Lustclan ****** by wrenbae Summary Lustclan is a Clan based on Erin Hunter's series, Warriorcats. They live alone without any other clans around, and not much threat, leaving them with one thing on their mind; mating and sex. Find out what happens to this Clan by reading! Notes Aha! Starting to get the hang of this. As stories continue, I’ll welcome comments of chapters you’d like to see! Example: Quailstar x Jayflight (you can include what type of sex too if you’d like!) There’s a high chance I’ll do it considering I need ideas :”) It’s free to any character, doesn’t have to be a usual couple! Example: Quailstar x Blazepetal I look foreword to those comments! Expect more!~ See the end of the work for more notes ***** Chapter 1 ***** LustClan: Leader: Quailstar (Fawn she-cat with a white underbelly and black stripes and foam-green eyes, has 2 quail feathers hanging from right ear) - Acts stern and serious, though becomes pitiful and helpless when mating - Favors Jayflight more than anything; Most wanted she-cat in the Clan; tightest core Deputy: Jayflight (Blue-Gray tabby tom with black/white points and deep/dark blue eyes, has 2 bluejay feathers hanging from left ear) - Has a voice making any cat swoon over him, always dominant - Favors Quailstar Medicine Cat: Swanrose (Silver tabby she-cat with lavender eyes and silky fur, has 2 swan feathers hanging from her tail) Apprentice: Sproutpaw - One of the most wanted cats in the Clan, willing to give herself to anyone and everyone Warriors: Tawnyflower (Torbie she-cat with feathery/fluffy fur and dark green eyes, Maplehowl and Flameheart's sister) Apprentice: Pantherpaw - Plays hard- to-get, though is fully submissive when mating Flameheart (Ginger tabby Tom with vibrant green eyes and smooth fur, Maplehowl and Tawnyflower's brother) - Loves pain, constantly being raped; treated like a toy Maplehowl (Brown tabby she-cat with ginger tabby patches and a cream underbelly and faded violet eyes; Flameheart and Tawnyflower's sister) - Rapes kits that are unwilling to mate Daisyfrost (Pure white she-cat with unusual yellow eyes) Apprentice: Tigerpaw - Has a very small and sexy pussy, loves being licked out Falcontalon (Brown tom with dark brown and black tabby stripes and amber eyes, Thistlewhisker and Wolfpounce's brother) Apprentice: Fawnpaw - Very rough mater and loves raping; known to have a very large cock; usually does threesomes with Thistlewhisker Thistlewhisker (Gray tom with a white underbelly, dark gray and black tabby stripes and amber eyes, Falcontalon and Wolfpounce's brother) Apprentice: Autumnpaw - Similar to Falcontalon, also known to have a huge cock; loves midnight rape; one of the most seductive voices Wolfpounce (Spike-furred black tabby she-cat with dark green eyes, Falcontalon and Thistlewhisker's sister) - Loves it rough and often rejects toms unless she is raped; loves to dominate she-cats; often mates with her brothers Wrensong (Piebald brown she-cat with dark brown and white flecks with green eyes and a bobbed tail) - Often fakes her heats to mate, loves having 3+somes Dawnrose (Golden tabby she-cat with black dapples and brown eyes) - Likes to mate loud/is very active, especially loves mating in dens Shadowthistle (Black tabby tom with one brown eye and one blue eye) Apprentice: Meadowpaw - Dominates toms and she-cats, Very rough, expert mater Petalmoon (Dark gray tabby she-cat with indigo eyes and a pink flower on her left ear) - Very submissive; orgasms very easily Willowfire (Brown long-furred she-cat with black tabby stripes and a white underbelly, one green and one brown eye; Reedtail's sister) Apprentice: Pebblepaw - Loves to rip she-cats apart with her long tail, submissive towards Pebblepaw Reedtail (Light brown tom with darker brown stripes and vibrant brown eyes and a a cottontail; Willowfire's brother) - Very shy, has most toms chasing after him; treated like a toy Branchleap (Sandy-brown/gold tabby tom with faint green eyes) - Has a very seductive voice, submissive to other toms, loves cock-sucking Blazepetal (Piebald long-furred ginger she-cat with brown eyes) - Gorgeous she- cat; likes to teach kits mating Raindapple (Silver tom with black spotting and blue eyes) - Treated like a toy; Acts like he doesn't like mating though he really does Leopardshine (Brown Bengal tom with fiery amber eyes and black paws, Wishfall's brother) Apprentice: Leafpaw - Loves ripping Wishfall apart; Very handsome; Loves having his rod sucked Wishfall (Silver Bengal she-cat with one green and one blue eye, Leopardshine's sister) Apprentice: Galepaw - Loves being torn apart by Leopardshine and Galepaw, often has foursomes with Leopardshine, Galepaw and Leafpaw; Leopardshine's toy Apprentices: Pantherpaw (Sleek-furred Pure Black tom with bright green eyes, Tigerpaw's brother) - Most-Wanted male apprentice, likes raping cats at night, loves mating with kits and mating with his brother Tigerpaw Tigerpaw (Dark Brown Tom with black stripes and black points and brown eyes, Pantherpaw's brother) - Most-Wanted male apprentice after Pantherpaw, likes having 3+somes, likes mating in the clearing Autumnpaw (Dark ginger tabby she-cat with fawn tabby patches and brown eyes, Leafpaw's sister) - Submits and orgasms easily, has a very tight core; Thistlewhisker's toy Leafpaw (Dark Brown tabby she-cat with fawn tabby patches and green eyes, Autumnpaw's sister) - Loves to mate with Autumnpaw and having foursomes with her mentor; very tight core like Autumnpaw's Sproutpaw (White she-Cat with black and silver tabby patches and blue eyes) - Chased by everycat and is pampered by Swanrose, loves mating with Swanrose; gives her body to basically anyone Galepaw (Torbie tom with dark green eyes; Meadowpaw's brother) - Treated like a toy; always submissive, doesn't really like mating Meadowpaw (Piebald brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes; Galepaw's sister) - Most-Wanted female apprentice; Can be hard-to-get when she wants to be but she is also submissive, Shadowthistle's toy; Tightest core after Quailstar Pebblepaw (Piebald brown-gray tom with darker brown-gray patches) - Loves to lick out she-cats and have his cock sucked by multiple cats Fawnpaw (Lilac she-cat with brown points; brown and white speckles all over pelt and light blue eyes) - Most-Wanted she-cat after Meadowpaw; Falcontalon's toy; loves being torn apart by Falcontalon and being licked out Queens: Permanent Queen: Sheepcloud (Calico she-cat with yellow eyes) - Usually nervous around the Clan, finds comfort around Queens and kits; Loves to please queens; gentle mater Echofade (Gorgeous Silver tabby she-cat with one green and one blue eye; Mother to Thistlewhisker's kits, Thornkit (Dark gray tabby tom with amber eyes) and Stemkit (Light Silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes) - Thistlewhisker's slave, chased by most cats, loves pain; constantly trying to teach her kits mating Puddlestorm (Piebald blue-gray tabby she-cat with green eyes; Mother to Leopardshine's kit, Streamkit (Piebald Silver tabby she-cat with beautiful aqua eyes) - Loves being licked out by kits and loves mating to pregnant queens; jealous of Wishfall; pampers Streamkit Kits: Thornkit (Dark gray tabby tom with amber eyes, Stemkit's brother) - Unusually large rod, loves having his cock sucked by Stemkit and Streamkit and licking Puddlestorm out Stemkit (Light silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes, Thornkit's sister) - Loves cock-sucking Thornkit and licking Puddlestorm out, loves mating on her back; likes it rough Streamkit (Piebald silver tabby she-cat with beautiful aqua eyes) - Very tight bond with Puddlestorm; loves licking her mother out and mating with her mother, likes cock-sucking Thornkit; tries flirting with warriors Toys: Wishfall - Leopardshine's toy Autumnpaw - Thistlewhisker's toy Meadowpaw - Shadowthistle's toy Fawnpaw - Falcontalon's toy Dune (Pale sandy-brown/gold she-cat with barely visible gold stripes and vibrant yellow eyes, former loner) - Tigerpaw's toy - Only likes mating with Sophie Sophie (Piebald silver tabby she-cat with black points and one blue, one green eye; has a blue collar; former kittypet) - Pantherpaw's toy - Only likes mating with Dune ***** The Rules ***** Lustclan Law: Order of Hierarchy: Medicine Cats are to have 2 bird feathers of their choice hanging from the base of their tail. Wrap vines around the base of the tail and weave 2 feathers in. Both feathers must be small; Small feathers signal Medicine Cats. Deputies and Leaders follow the same rules. Deputies have one big feather and one small feather hanging from either ear. Leaders have 2 big feathers hanging from either ear. One big and one small signals Deputies, two large feathers signal Leaders. Order of Power: Leader Deputy Medicine Cat Warriors Medicine Cat Apprentice Apprentices Queens Permanent Queen(s) Kits Toys Prisoners Permanent Queen(s): Often only one Permanent Queen is assigned in Lustclan. Permanent Queens are the caretakers of the Nursery. If a Queen wants to go out of the Nursery for a bit, the kits are the Permanent Queen's responsibility. Permanent Queens are low in the hierarchy, though they are needed to be treated with respect. They are free to mate and are still open to anycat as if she were a Warrior, though she cannot be impregnated. Any cat to impregnate a Permanent Queen will spend their time as prisoner until they are freed. Permanent Queens cannot be impregnated, for it will stop their duty to be a caretaker. Any kits of a Permanent Queen will either be given to an open Queen if they still suckle, if not, then killed. The only time a Permanent Queen can get pregnant is if the Clan is in need of more cats, If there are too many apprentices or warriors, the Permanent Queen is off-limits. Along with caretaker duty, Permanent Queens are assigned to help Queens with any need. If a Queen needs food, water, or a new nest; it's the Permanent Queens job to get it. This does not take away the Apprentice's duties, they must be the ones to hunt for the Queens as well. Even if a Queen needs pleasure, the Permanent Queen cannot turn them down. Permanent Queens are chosen and/or volunteered. If nocat volunteers, a cat will be reaped for the job. Apprentices: Kits become apprentices once they have turned 6 moons old. During apprenticeship, apprentices must lose their virginity in the first few days of apprenticeship. If they are a virgin by warriorhood, they will have it taken by either becoming a toy or being sentenced to The Thorns. Apprentices are tought mating tactics by their mentors; along with the basic training of hunting, patrols, battle and other apprentice duties. They will be assessed on their last day of apprenticeship. Warriors: Apprentices become warriors once they have turned 12 moons old. Warriors are held to high standards; they provide the Clan with their basic needs of food and defend the Clan from threats. After a Warrior Ceremony, the new warriors must mate with every cat in the Clan in the span of a few days. There is a 50-50% chance the cat will become pregnant; cats are open to do so. Each cat who mates the new warrior will make a mental note on the warrior's skill; if a different warrior sees the newer warrior lacks skill, it must be discussed to the ranks if they should become a toy - though this only happens if the newer warrior possessed VERY low skill. For this, the mentor will be sentenced as a Prisoner until fit. Toys: Toys are low-ranking cats - If a toy is a Toy-Warrior or Toy-Apprentice - A double-ranking toy, they still have their same rank that is not a toy. A Toy- Warrior still has the same rank as Warrior. All ranks except the highranks and kits can become toys. Kits can be reserved as a toy - Once they become an apprentice, they become a toy. Toys often start with litters. The most beautiful cats often become toys. Once a toy-reserved kit becomes an apprentice, they are given an owner. The prettiest she-cats and most handsome toms will be sold to the best Lustclan maters. Other toys come from tresspassing cats - different from prisoners. If anycat out of Lustclan is found tresspassing - kittypet, loner, rogue or a different clan - they will be taken into camp and sold as toys. Non-Lustclan toys are auctioned off. A cat will state how they will mate to the toy and their punishment. The worse it is, the more likely that cat will get the toy. Lustclan double-ranking toys must obey their owner. They cannot deny what their owner gives or does to them - the owner is free to whatever they please, as long as no wounds are inflicted. Cuts and minor wounds are fine, anything past will make the owner lose ownership to the toy and be held as prisoner until freed. Prisoners: Prisoners are Lustclanners only. Any Lustclanner found committing treason or anything worth punishment will be assigned as prisoner and sentenced to The Thorns, as long as the Leader sees fit. If the felony is bad enough, they will do their time and die there, or do their time and be killed. It is not just up to the Leader. A discussion between highranks will be sorted for however long the cat would be held prisoner, how bad a punishment, and if they should be sentenced to death. If it was a minor felony, the prisoner is likely to be released, either as a lower rank or the same rank. If a highrank is responsible for treason, they are still up as prisoner. The Gathering Tree: The Gathering Tree is where the highranks give announcements. It is by the Leader's den to give room for the camp to still be open. The Gathering Tree has 3 large branches where the highranks can give announcements. Announcements for the Clan, ceremonies and any need-to-know information is told from the Gathering Tree. The branches are each below each other, top branch Leader, middle Deputy and bottom Medicine Cat. The Thorns: The Thorns are 4 thorn branches that have been spiked into the Gathering Tree. They are used to keep a cat fully exposed; a thorn branch around each paw. If a cat bonded by the The Thorns tries to move, the thorns will stab the victim, stopping their movement. The Thorns are used for prisoners and toys - it leaves them fully exposed and open for anycat to take. ***** The Midnight Battle ***** Moons Before: Where are they? A gray tabby sat in the clearing of a secluded area in the forest. Shadows cascaded over her pelt, hiding her black stripes along with them. Her green eyes cut through the darkness with a penetrating glow. Her fur was ruffled in multiple places, though she seemed like royalty with her luxuriously long fur. Feathers dangled from her right ear - matching with her pelt; they were chickadee feathers. Her eyes were hinted with confusion and impatience. Black claws softly dug into the ground, flicking her tail. Shrubs ruffled from behind her, causing the she-cat to turn around in the swipe of a claw, snarling. "Firfeather!" A mottled brown tom pushed his way through the bushes, surprise glazing his face once he saw the alert she-cat. "It's me - Mudstorm..." The tom said, relieved when the gray she-cat's guard fell away. "Where's-?" Firfeather began, though she was silenced when another tom barged through, the scent of herbs bathing his pelt. "I'm here! I-I'm here." His pelt was a full black, with faint white cloud-like dapples scattering his fur. His voice stammered, though Firfeather and Mudstorm knew that he was always like that as they gave each other amused shrugs. "Alright." Firfeather turned her gaze towards the herb-scented tom, her tufted ears erect. "Juniperfern, how many cats are with us?...For the rebellion?" She asked; her glance was hopeful, though inside she felt nervous- she didn't know why. If there weren't many warriors with her, she could wait longer until they were, or... find another way. Maybe she was feeling guilty? Guilty? ~No! I am onboard with this plan. It is my plan, after all~ She thought encouragingly. "Three quarters of the Clan. More than that. There's roughly fifteen warriors that aren't interested. I made sure there was no suspicion, I'm sure Oakstar hasn't found out yet." Juniperfern reassured her, his facial expression brightening. "Great!" Mudstorm purred, his short-furred tail waving in the air. A small fang poked from his lips as he grinned. "All of our warriors are meeting us outside of camp, right?" Firfeather turned toward Mudstorm, her expression serious. She knew Mudstorm was a playful type, though she really hoped her faith in him helped him not goof around. This was serious business. "All rallied, ma'am." He nodded, his purring growing louder. Firfeather sensed his anticipation. "We're ready, then. Get your herbs prepared, Juniperfern... you'll need 'em." Firfeather smirked, getting to her paws. With an eager wink, she leaped into the bushes, heading off towards camp. Firfeather's eyes lit up as she emerged from the bushes surrounding their camp. Eyes of what seemed like a thousand warriors landed on her. She puffed out her silver chest, her tufted ears strained forward. "Warriors of Rushclan... tonight, you will not go by their ranks. You will go by ours. You will join Lustclan's ranks. Tonight, you prove to us you are worthy of joining Lustclan! If everyone is not slain, we will not succeed..." All of the warriors had mixed, quiet meows of agreement, fear, almost everything... though Firfeather had faith they would come through. Mudstorm and Juniperfern padded at both of her flanks, their gazes laying on the warriors. "Remember, stay behind, Juniperfern. Wounds will need to be tended to." Firfeather added, watching the tom give an understanding nod. "Lustclan... ATTACK!" Firfeather's yowl screeched all throughout the camp, though there wasn't much of a stir, considering most cats couldn't flop themselves awake. Her own warriors roared and flooded past her like a river, cascading over the ground and into the camp, shouting battle cries. Her own claws dug into the soft earth underpaw, relishing the moment. She'd have her own Clan soon. Everyone would follow her. As she darted into the battle, cats were battling at every turn. Most battles were roughly 3 or 4 against 1 or higher. Cats grappled with each other, hind paws shaking for balance and strength. Her own Clan's noticeable scent mingled with her former Moonclan's, blood scents wafting over her nose. She noticed there were less than the pre-ranged amount of Moonclan warriors fighting, allowing Firfeather to feel pride for Lustclan. It'd mean her warriors got to some Moonclanners while they were still stirring awake in their nests, leaving even less cats to deal with. "Firfeather!" A tom's voice rang through the battle, though nobody stopped to look except for Firfeather. Oakstar stood strongly by his den, stocky muscles rippling beneath his pelt. His fur was ruffled with worry and anger, amber eyes like balls of flame. Firfeather's eyebrows furrowed with an sly smirk, padding though multiple battles, her Lustclan warriors keeping Moonclanners off her pelt, leaving her without a scratch. Once she arrived, Oakstar and Firfeather stood only feet apart, eyes digging into one another's. With a growl and a bunch of his haunches, Oakstar leaped at her - as a counterpart, Firfeather lunged forward, claws reaching high up. As Oakstar pounced over her, her claws dug into his underbelly, his blood spattering over her paw and muzzle, slight drops scattering her body. Oakstar's eyes stretched wide. The wound wasn't as deep as Firfeather had first invisioned it, though it gave her more time to play with her prey. Once Oakstar thudded down with a pool of blood surrounding him, Firfeather padded forward, stepping on top of him like a hunter claiming her trophy. She used a paw to press the bulky tom's face into the dust, causing the sandy brown tabby tom to grunt. "Just give up. We are going to kill all of your warriors, not that they're even... warriors. I will spare your life if you submit to Lustclan." She purred, the smirk still staining her muzzle, scarlet-red blood dripping down her chin to land on Oakstar's nape. Before Firfeather could react, the sandy brown tom snarled and got to him paws in a quick movement, swinging his head back in defiance. Firfeather skidded on her flank in the dust, though still without any cuts. She growled as dirt flew into her eyes. She watched as Oakstar paused for a moment to regain his own strength from bloodloss, though he still had his power. He used what strength he had to leap at her again, though his time more straightforward, quick and direct. Firfeather bunched her legs while laying on her back. As soon as Oakstar's paws touched her legs, she kicked off, sending him flying in the opposite direction, flailing, skidding through the dirt just as she did. Another puddle of blood from his wound drizzled around him. "Or... I'll leave you here to bleed it out." She got to her paws, padding toward the unmoving tom who could pretty much already be considered a corpse. She raised a paw to give the final blow, though Oakstar beat her this time. He gave a strong swipe with the nearest and current most powerful arm, swiping it across Firfeather's face - though when his paw touched her cheek, his claws dug in and knocked her down, getting up in the process of this move. It only took a single paw to weigh her down. Firfeather's blood drizzled around his silver claws and dripped through her fur and down her cheek in three thin paths. Firfeather strained to get up, though Oakstar but his other paw on her flank and smashed her face against the ground with his other, his claws seeping through her flesh on both ends. Oakstar maneuvered the paw on Firfeather's flank to her shoulder, daggering his serrated claws into her shoulder flesh. With painful stinging sensations running through her body and blood roaring in her ears, Firfeather laid there helplessly as Oakstar began the slow process of driving his claws down her flank. He only managed to rake his claws across her shoulder when Mudstorm missiled into him, instantly knocking the bulky tom off Firfeather. Dust caused her eyesight to be foggy, and she could only smell the stench of blood. Most yowls had died down. Who was winning? She laid there for moments, loud tom caterwauling emitting from the battling leader and Mudstorm. Blood soaked her shoulder fur, drizzling across her neck and flank. Her cheek stung from the claws and pressure. After the minutes of eternity she lay there, Juniperfern came into her sight. He dabbed balls of moss on both of her eyes, clearing her vision of the foggy dust. "Juniperfern!..." She gasped once she realized it was him. Mudstorm came into her view next. Firfeather purred at the sight of his face. Mudstorm grinned at her. “We won.” He gave her a proud grin. Juniperfern nodded, his head looking around the clearing. “Mudstorm, can you take over while I get to the others?” Juniperfern smiles politely when the tom nodded, passing him a cup-shaped leaf of water, moss, cobwebs and some herbs. “For a bit, use the moss to clean the wounds. Cobwebs stop bleeding. Once they’ve been cleaned and the blood has stopped, chew these leaves and rub it into her wounds.” Mudstorm instantly reaches for the moss, shoving Juniperfern away reassuringly. Once Juniperfern padded away with his medicine supply, Mudstorm soaked the moss and gently dabbed at the wound on Firfeather’s shoulder. “Juniperfern promised me you’ll be okay. I believe him. You’re a bloody mess, but I’ve seen worse. Nothing fatal, either.” Mudstorm looked her in the eye as he spoke, his voice soothing her. Even she believed him. Sometimes Firfeather would flinch at the stinging moss, though Mudstorm would pull away to stop it. There wasn’t much conversation while he cleaned her, dabbing at her cheek. After, as told, Mudstorm dabbed at the shoulder wound with the cobweb, a satisfied smile appearing on his maw. When he showed her the cobweb, it revealed the bleeding had almost stopped. Firfeather watched as Mudstorm chewed the herbs and watched him almost gag, giggling slightly. He lightly shoved her in response. He applied the poultice over her shoulder in a thick coat, then applying a thinner layer to Firfeather’s cheek. He lightly touched his nose to her head after. Firfeather tried to get up to look at the clearing and how many corpses lies there, though Mudstorm nudged her down. “Relax.” He said simply, but she neeeded to know. “How many cats are gone? Are all of Moonclan gone? What about Oakstar?” She inquired, though Mudstorm interrupted her with shh’s. “We got all of Moonclan. Cats tried to get away, but of course we stopped that... we are SLIGHTLY short of Lustclan by maybe 2 or 3. They were cowards and denied the fight. I got Oakstar. He was tough even with that nasty underbelly wound, but of course I’d beat him. Lustclan’s wounds aren’t too bad except for a few cats, but they’ll be fine under Juniperfern’s eye... is that all?” He looked at her with a raised brow, but she knew he was joking. She nodded in response. “The traitors were Houndcall and Sheepcloud. They both gave in and fought with Moonclan and their families. Our few wounded warriors are Shallowstorm, Canyonleap and Raggedtalon. They fought bravely... Raggedtalon might not make it, but Juniperfern has faith.” Mudstorm added, glancing to where the worried tom cared to the 3 wounded cats, all laying down like Firfeather. Firfeather agreed that they were brave warriors, even arguing they were the best. She was glad they fought on her side. When Juniperfern reappeared, her mouth held bundles of oak leaves, fresh and green. Without a word, he displayed them neatly on Firfeather’s shoulder wound, dabbing a little extra wet moss on her cheek scars. “Can you handle carrying her to the leader’s den? She won’t need to stay in mine, she’s stable enough. The other 3 will.” He gestured over to the group, Mudstorm alreadying maneuvering Firfeather onto his back. With a farewell glance to Juniperfern, he padded over to the leader’s den, stepping over Oakstar’s corpse. ***** The First Ceremony ***** Firstar’s eyes flickered open. She’d slept in, finally a night where she got good sleep. After the battle, she wore a wrap of leaves around her shoulder, and pain would keep her awake some nights. When she was healthy enough to make the journey, she’d had her leader ceremony, being given the name Firstar. That same night, she announced Mudstorm as her deputy and Juniperfern as her medicine cat. Now, she could sleep peacefully. The clan sounded like it was stirring and she was surprised Mudstorm hadn’t come to wake her up. With a yawn, she flexed her shoulder in her nest - with a content purr, she got to her feet without pain. With excitement, Firstar padded out of the den, gawking at the Gathering Tree. She bunches her legs and gave a powerful leap onto the lowest branch, continuing her way up by climbing. Once at the top branch, Firstar called out to the Clan; “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Gathering Tree!” She watched as some extra cats filtered out of their dens. The warriors who had been under Juniperfern’s care had moved back into their own dens, and the corpses of Moonclan and their own deceased had been buried, the clearing just as it once was. Light shimmered on the dusty clearing. Mudstorm and Juniperfern sat at the head of the Clan, the rest of the warriors on a bunch. There was yet to be apprentices and Queens. “As I see everyone has recovered and Lustclan is now stable, it is time to have our first official ceremony. We have defeated the sinful Moonclan to create our new ways, and I’m glad you have chose us to stick by. Under Lustclan training before the battle, we have taught you everything you need to know about Lustclan ways and possess our skills. You will need these today. Toms - we are in need of kits, we rely on your skills to make it happen~ let the mating ceremony commence!” After her speech, Firstar left off the branch, a tom specifically in mind. Before she found him, her found her, Firstar realizing she had been tackled by Mudstorm. Mudstorm has been Oakstar’s apprentice when he was younger, and now he has the power to pin her down without struggle. His paws pressed on her shoulders, using his hind legs to spread Firstar’s further apart. He I stantly dove in, pressing his nose to Firstar’s. “I’ve been waiting for this moment~” He purred seductively, already making Firstar’s core soaking wet. Firstar has been waiting for this too, and now she was very excited. “Me too, Mudstorm...!” She began, though the tom pinning her had already began to lick down her chest, his tongue flicking along her fur. Firfeather fell limp at this move, fully submissing to Mudstorm. She watched as he slowly worked his way down from her chest and to her belly, lapping at her fur there as a tease. Firfeather bucked towards him wantingly in response, spreading her legs as far apart as they could go. Mudstorm chuckled at this with an amused purr, bringing his muzzle just outside of her core. His hot breath wafted over her now-steaming core, causing Firstar to lightly moan, raising her rump. With a smirk, Mudstorm began to lap at her tender pink folds, Firstar setting out a louder moan. As Mudstorm did this, he kneaded with his paws at the insides of her thighs, causing her body to twitch in need and pleasure. He slipped his tongue through her steamy folds, rolling his tongue at the walls of her core, his eyes looking at Firstar for a reaction. She pressed back into him in response, deepening his muzzle inside her. When Mudstorm pulled away, Firstar whimpered at the loss, though instead she instantly got up and got into a hunting crouch, her rump high in the air with her tail out of the way, giving Mudstorm full view of her core. “Need help there, Firstar?” He chuckled and without waiting for a reply, climbing onto her hindquarters. “Beg~” He purred seductively, his already-hard cock dangling at Firstar’s entrance. “Oh, Mudstorm! Please! Tear me apart with your huge cock!” She cried out, being turned on even more by the moment from the other moans. With a nod of satisfaction, Mudstorm pounded into her mercilessly, his paws holding a tight grip around Firstar’s waist. His barbs scratched at her walls, though Firstar’s only felt pleasure. She pounded back into his thrusts with the most power she could muster, letting out pleasureful moans with each thrust. Soon, even Mudstorm was moaning. Firstar turned to look, noticing Foxwhisker pounding into Mudstorm from behind. Mudstorm pounded even harder into Firstar’s pussy, ramming in his Vicki as far as it could go, with extra power from Foxwhisker. Firstar groaned even louder as the barbs tore her insides, her front half of her body slinking further into the ground. Firstar felt Mudstorm build up inside her, and she even felt the usual tingling sensation within her. “Mudstorm! I’m gonna..!!” She let out a pleased screech as she shot cum onto Mudstorm’s cock, and he fired back, straight into her without pulling out. Their thick, sticky juices mixed, Mudstorm collapsing onto her, cum flooding around them. It seemed to go on forever as other cats would pound into her pussy, commenting how tight she was, moaning sweet fantasies. She-cats would come along and lick her clean from toms, grinding their own cores with hers. When the ceremony was finally over and all moaning died out, Firstar weakly leaped onto the lowest branch of the Gathering Tree. “Kits will be abundant this season! Mudstorm has impregnated me, while I’m sure others have been as well~” ***** New Life ***** “Meet your new daughter, Puddlestorm. She’s a real beauty.” Swanrose purred, resting lightly on her haunches. Her lilac eyes dazzled, glancing proudly at her apprentice Sproutpaw, staring in amazement at the new Queen. Puddlestorm couldn’t feel her muscles. How could one kit take so much out of her? “Is.. is she the only one?” She sighed. She glanced at her new daughter who looked almost exactly like her, except for having patches of white. The little kit suckled strongly at her belly, searching for milk. She smiled softly at the kit’s determination. Swanrose gave a slightly sympathetic nod. One kit was usually a rare sight, though it just proves how the ‘father’ felt. The least amount they’ve seen in awhile has been two kittens, not one. Swanrose glanced outside of the nursery for Leopardshine, who was supposed to be the father, though she didn’t catch any of his pelt. It wasn’t very surprising, most toms didn’t want to be included in the kit’s life. Puddlestorm knew what the medicine cat was thinking. She, herself, thought Leopardshine loves her more than... a single kit, but since he and Wishfall started hanging out more, he hasn’t adored Puddlestorm as usual. In her eyes, Wishfall was a slut and only deserved to be Leopardshine’s Sister. This only changed Puddlestorm’s mind in an instant. Having one kit would be easier than a full litter, and if she made this kit the best warrior and mater in the Clan, Leopardshine would come back to her. With this, she gently nudged at her daughter, not even taking her eyes off the silver bundle. “I’ll name her Streamkit.” She purred warmly, wrapping her tail comfortingly around the sleeping Streamkit. She watched Swanrose give a nod of agreement before getting up. “I’ll leave you two to bond. Enjoy her, Puddlestorm.” Swanrose smiles gently before beckoning Sproutpaw to follow her, the little apprentice following the silver tabby medicine cat out of the nursery. Puddlestorm’s Head turned to glance at tge other queen’s - Echofade’s - nest. She stayed behind instead of leaving the Nursery so she made sure her own kits didn’t try to pull any funny business, though Echofade was curled around her two kits to make sure they didn’t bother Puddlestorm. Puddlestorm smiles in amusement. “Her name’s Streamkit.” Almost in an instant, Echofade’s Head perked up and her two kits tore past her in excitement. “Thornkit! Stemkit! Careful, she’s fragile!” She worriedly reminded them, trotting after them. Puddlestorm protectively curled her tail tighter around Streamkit, though she was sure Echofade’s kit’s knew their boundaries. “Rough birth, huh? You were screeching up a storm.” Echofade purred, testing on her haunches beside Puddlestorm, glancing over her to look at the newborn. Puddlestorm blushed in embarrassment. Streamkit was a hard kit to birth. “Very! Swanrose assured me she’s very healthy and strong, nothing bad happened... she’s gorgeous though. I bet she’ll be the best mater in the Clan!” She purred reassuringly, giving an affectionate rasp over Streamkit’s Head, the little kitten mewling in response. Thornkit and Stemkit popped up by Puddlestorm’s tail, both eyeing the new baby. “I’ve already reminded you! Mine will be the best.” Echofade laughed, her kits nodding proudly. Puddlestorm sighed in defiance. She laid her head on her paws with a tired exhale, watching as Streamkit stopped suckling and fell into her own sleep. “Come on Thornkit and Stemkit. Let’s let Puddlestorm rest.” ——— “Streamkit! You have to roll your tongue around him AND suck it!” Puddlestorm grunted. Ever since Streamkit was able to learn and understand mating, Puddlestorm had started to teach her with the other nursery kits, Thornkit and Stemkit. She was surprised how little Streamkit knew, though Puddlestorm promised to change that. Puddlestorm watched her only daughter cock-suck Thornkit, who had grown since Streamkit was born, physically and sexually. Even though Streamkit didn’t have much training, Thornkit still enjoyed it. She watched with a purr as Streamkit changed what she was doing, now bobbing her head as she licked around Thornkit’s manhood. Thornkit’s tongue lolled out of his mouth. “There you go. Keep going until he comes!” She reminded her Silver tabby daughter matter-of-factly. She was settled on making her daughter the best mater, especially since Streamkit never denied that she loved it. This went on for a bit while Puddlestorm corrected her daughter and instructed her to do it the right way. Sometimes Echofade would come into the nursery for a moment to correct Thornkit or tease Puddlestorm before leaving again. When Thornkit did come into Streamkit’s mouth, Puddlestorm screeched. “Be sure to swallow!” Streamkit nodded and swallowed with ease, not minding her desperate mother. Puddlestorm gave an approving purr, padding over to examine the aftermath. Thornkit looked more pleased than the last times Streamkit sucked him off, but it wasn’t the best he could be. Puddlestorm sighed, though she kept her smile. She obviously couldn’t blame her daughter, she was still young and learning. Puddlestorm did have a plan though; once she was seeing more progress as Streamkit’s oral abilities, then they could move onto more advanced mating. Puddlestorm beckoned the Silver-and-white She-kit over to her. Puddlestorm didn’t deny it; she had grown wet from watching the scene, and she knew she had to get it out of her system. She’d sometimes get oral from Thornkit and Stemkit, the warriors knew she was into kits as well. Puddlestorm gave a quick rasp over her daughter’s forehead - she had yet to teach Streamkit about mating with females. Puddlestorm sat on her haunches, looking approvingly at Streamkit. “Would you like to learn to mate with females, Streamkit? Mommy needs help~” Puddlestorm grunted as she laid on her back, displaying her core freely to Streamkit with hope. “What is that?” Streamkit looked interested, though curiosity seemed to stop her. Her little silver tail flicked lightly on the ground, her vibrant eyes examining what was in front of her. “This is your core. You’ll learn more when you’re an apprentice, but right know you have to lick it. It’s like Thornkit’s cock.” Puddlestorm refrained from telling Streamkit too much about mating, at least so she could spend those memories with her mentor. As soon as Puddlestorm referenced her core to Thornkit’s cock, Streamkit dove forward. She rasped her tongue slowly across Puddlestorm’s wet core, making pleasing grunting sounds at every lick. Puddlestorm’s Head fell back. It seemed like forever since she’d been pampered. Streamkit’s small tongue perfectly tickled at her core, sending new vibrations through her body. Puddlestorm moaned lightly at each rasp, though she couldn’t help adding tips. “A-ah...! Streamkit! Your d-doing great...! Make sure to suck, too!” She gasped when Streamkit’s mouth met with her now soaking core, flicking her tail in response. Puddlestorm brought her paw down her own body, resting it lightly next to her core, pulling at her tender folds. As she opened her folds for Streamkit to explore more, Streamkit instantly lapped at the new areas. She would sometimes shove her small muzzle inside Puddlestorm, earning light moans. “Y-yes Streamkit! That’s it! Lick mommy’s pussy!...” Puddlestorm encouraged, mewling out dirty phrases, and Streamkit would respond by licking Puddlestorm fiercely, causing Puddlestorm to moan louder. Even Streamkit began moaning, causing Puddlestorm’s pussy to vibrate, sending even better tingles through her. When Puddlestorm’s body almost gave out and began to tingle too much, Puddlestorm moaned louder. “Yes, Streamkit! Keep going! Harder, faster!” Streamkit presses her muzzle all the way against Puddlestorm, her tongue rasping over the pink core in quick rasps. Puddlestorm could barely handle it and soon, she let out a shot of cum onto Streamkit’s face, her jaws wide open while gasping for air. “Ah! Sorry, sweetie.” Puddlestorm got to her paws and licked at her daughter’s face, cleaning up the leftover cum. Streamkit blushed and giggled at the affection. “You taste good!” She purred enthusiastically, her tail arching over her back. Puddlestorm smiled, already picturing the look on Leopardshine’s face. ***** Leopardshine’s New Toy ***** Puddlestorm had just returned from a hunt, a plump squirrel hanging from her jaws. Queens didn’t need to hunt, but she liked to get away from the Nursery every once in a while. Today seemed perfect for a walk, and why not bring back some prey? She could introduce Streamkit to prey instead of milk. When she arrived back at camp, Streamkit bundles out of the Nursery, Thornkit and Stemkit close behind. “Momma, momma!” Streamkit giggled with amusement as Thornkit tried to pounce at her small tail. They all stopped when they realized Puddlestorm had prey. Thornkit bounced up excitedly. “Ooh, squirrel! Can I have it?” Thornkit begged, trying to reach it with his short paws. Puddlestorm knew the kits’ Mother had already introduced them to prey, though she raised her head high to not let him grab it. “Not now, Thornkit. It’s for Streamkit to try.” Streamkit trotted forward when Puddlestorm dropped the squirrel, taking a brave mouthful. She seemed to love it by the pleased expression she had. “Mm, yummy!” Streamkit tried to purr, though it came out mostly muffled as she swallowed and dove in for more. She nodded at Thornkit and Stemkit, giving them the okay as they dove in with Streamkit. Puddlestorm couldn’t help but notice Wishfall and Leopardshine when they padded by. She thought she caught Leopardshine’s faze looking at Streamkit, though she denied the idea. Leopardshine wouldn’t have much interest in his kit until he saw her skills grow. Now, Leopardshine sat outside of the warriors den as Wishfall followed a patrol out of camp. Puddlestorm watched Wishfall leave, though she even stayed behind a bit to be sure the silver femme left. Once it was clear, Puddlestorm glances down at the kits who had nearly finished the squirrel. “Streamkit, mommy’s gonna go discuss with Leopardshine. If you three don’t finish the squirrel, give it to Echofade. I’m sure she’d appreciate it.” When the kits paused to not at her even with their mouths full, she chuckled and padded off in Leopardshine’s direction. Puddlestorm refrained from telling Streamkit about Leopardshine, at least for now. Puddlestorm and Leopardshine weren’t a big talk around camp, so no rumors could be passed tO Puddlestorm’s daughter. Puddlestorm caught Leopardshine’s eye when she came over, calmly sitting by him. The two didn’t talk for what seemed like forever, but Puddlestorm knew Wishfall would return soon. “Your daughter’s name is Streamkit.” Puddlestorm tried. Leopardshine shrugged. “Swanrose told me.” He grunted, flicking his tail irritably. Puddlestorm could’ve guessed. Puddlestorm pauses before talking again, this time more stern. “You used to love me before you got that slut. What happened?” She sighed, her face blushing in embarrassment. “She’s my sister, Puddlestorm. We’ve had the sibling bond forever. I just realized she’s better than you in so many ways.” She frowned, scanning the entrance for the returning patrol. Puddlestorm didn’t deny it. Most siblings had right bonds around camp, and Lustclan was known for being incestuous. She couldn’t blame him for that. “...you could at least try to be in Streamkit’s life. She’s skilled too, yknow? She’s slowly learning.” She explained, flattening her ears. Why couldn’t he understand? Leopardshine scoffed. “Maybe when she’s older. I’ve got my paws full.... er, I will soon.” He grinned, his white canines appearing. Puddlestorm whipped around to look at him surprisingly. “Soon? What does that mean? Are you planning to have kits with her?” She held back the urge to slap him on the spot. He’d never realize Streamkit’s potential. “Of course we are. Don’t act so surprised.” He smirked at her, the same way he used to whenever he laid out a surprise for her. Puddlestorm felt warm at the memories, though she pushed them back. “What about Streamkit? She doesn’t know your her father.” Puddlestorm frantically tried. Streamkit could learn so much from Leopardshine, she wanted him in her daughter’s life as much as he could be. She respected some males impregnated females unconsciously, but she knew her and Leopardshine had something once. “Then She should be fine. Maybe she’ll find a sibling bond with one of ours.” He replied, though he got up and trotted over to the camp entrance at the sound of rustling. Wishfall emerged through the entrance, instantly nuzzling Leopardshine’s cheek. Puddlestorm shook away what just happens, clearing her head as she padded into the Nursery. Echofade looked happier. “The kits told me you caught that squirrel. They loved it!” The Queen purred, curling her tail around her paws. Stemkit and Streamkit were sucking Thornkit off, his face an expression of high pleasure. Streamkit kept getting better and better, and soon she’d be learning the next steps. Puddlestorm smiles warmly, repressing her feelings with Leopardshine. ***** Sibling Bond ***** Leopardshine glanced at his sleeping sister. The warm sunlight reflected on her silver spotted pelt. End Notes Aha! Starting to get the hang of this. As stories continue, I’ll welcome comments of chapters you’d like to see! Example: Quailstar x Jayflight (you can include what type of sex too if you’d like!) There’s a high chance I’ll do it considering I need ideas :”) It’s free to any character, doesn’t have to be a usual couple! Example: Quailstar x Blazepetal I look foreword to those comments! Expect more!~ Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!