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I was just looking at your art in Devonart and saw war hammer my brother loves war hammer

sorry if this sounds rude but yeah scratch it the easy platform to start on 

if I may ask I was wondering if it was made on scratch or turbowarp?

sorry I sneezed

your welcibe

Merry christmas everybody!!!! hope you have a good day!!!!!!

thanks now I can read it perfectly and I love the charecters

yay its so good but mabey make the speeds on the texts slower what I would do is read what you've got for the sentence then see how much seconds you've got then add another second onto it then do that with all of your texts anyway your art is really good and I love the skins

That's in kit to leader v5

Terrifying indeed

For me I change the number to 4 then if that doesn't work then I change my skins then repeat

hi mossy i wanted to let you know that i made a story on the game well here it is!

Amberclaw found you near the warriors’ den.

“Hey,” they said, flicking their tail to get your attention. “I need a favor. There’s a pear tree just past the western stream. Prey’s been scarce, and the elders could use something different.”

It wasn’t a big quest. That’s what made it feel safe. You nodded and set off without a second thought.

The forest was calm as you traveled. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the ground. You crossed the stream, climbed the small rise, and found the pear tree just as Amberclaw had described—fallen fruit scattered beneath it, sweet and ripe. You gathered what you could, careful not to linger. Nothing felt wrong.

On the way back, you noticed a scent—sharp, unfamiliar—but it faded quickly. You told yourself it was nothing.

By the time BrambleClan’s bramble walls came into view, your jaws ached from carrying the pears.

Amberclaw’s eyes lit up when you dropped the fruit at their paws.

“Perfect,” they said. “You just saved me from angry elders.”

You shared a quick laugh. For a moment, everything felt normal.

Hunger finally caught up with you. The prey pile sat near the center of camp, modest but serviceable. You padded over, scanning what remained: a vole, a thrush, a half-eaten mouse. Not much—but enough.

As you lowered your head to choose, the camp noises shifted. Voices hushed. Paws stopped moving. You lifted your head.

A patrol was entering the camp, fur bristling, eyes wide with shock. Between them, dragged across the ground, was the limp body of a BrambleClan warrior. Blood darkened their fur. The forest seemed to hold its breath. Somewhere behind you, a voice whispered your name.

Once, you had belonged here completely.

You knew every thorn in the bramble wall, every hollow where prey hid, every scent that marked home. You trained beside your denmates, hunted for the clan, and slept each night believing you would grow old beneath the same canopy of twisted branches.

Then a body was found.

A warrior lay near the border, throat torn, scent washed thin by rain. Shock spread through BrambleClan like frost. Patrols whispered. Apprentices were pulled closer to their mentors. Fear needed a name—and it found yours.

You had been the last to walk with them. You had argued. Your scent was there.

You stood in the clearing as accusations flew like thorns.

“I would never—” you began, but voices drowned you out.

The leader’s gaze was heavy, torn between doubt and duty. The deputy would not meet your eyes. Even friends you trusted shifted away, fear tightening their shoulders.

There was no proof. There was no mercy.

“Until the truth is known,” the leader said, voice breaking,
“you are exiled from BrambleClan.”

The word struck harder than claws.

You were driven to the tunnel, brambles scraping your flanks as if the forest itself was casting you out. No farewell. No last glance. Only the sound of your paws fading into silence. Behind you, BrambleClan closed.

Exile

The forest did not care about innocence.

You learned hunger. You learned pain. You learned how quickly a cat becomes prey when they are alone. Rogues tested you. Storms soaked you to the bone. Nights stretched endlessly, filled with the memory of a clearing that no longer wanted you.

And yet, you survived.

You told yourself the truth would come out.
You told yourself you would go back.

Seasons passed. Hope thinned—but it never fully died.

The Return

You wake beneath unfamiliar trees.

The ground is cold, and the forest smells wrong—too empty, too quiet. Your belly aches with hunger, and your fur is tangled from days of travel. For a moment, you don’t remember where you are.

Then it comes back.

You are a BrambleClan cat.
Or… you were.

A message echoes in your thoughts, like the kind that appears before a choice is made:

Return to BrambleClan, or continue wandering?

No matter how long you stare at the forest ahead, you already know the answer. You turn toward the old border.

The brambles had grown thick again.

Mist curled low across the forest floor as BrambleClan’s camp slowly woke, dew clinging to thorns like tiny stars. It had been many seasons since the clan was whole—since the whispers of exile, loss, and wandering finally faded into memory.

You stepped through the tunnel entrance, paws aching from the long journey home.

Every scent felt familiar: moss, prey, rain-soaked bark. And yet… different. Time had moved on without you.

Elders lifted their heads first, eyes narrowing in recognition. A young apprentice dropped a mouse in shock. Somewhere near the warriors’ den, a low murmur rippled through the camp.

“They’ve come back…”

You remembered leaving—forced out by doubt and fear, chasing answers beyond the borders. The forest had been cruel then. Rogues. Storms. Hunger. But it had also taught you who you were.

A shape emerged from the leader’s den. Older now. Scarred. Strong.

Their gaze locked onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the forest held its breath.

“You still walk our path,” the leader said at last.
“But BrambleClan is not the same clan you left.”

You lowered your head—not in submission, but in respect.

“I didn’t return to reclaim the past,” you replied.
“I came back to protect what’s left.”

Still Not Accepted

Even as the days passed, the warmth of home remained distant.

Cats you once called friends kept their distance. Some whispered behind your back, their eyes darting to you whenever your paws crossed the clearing. Prey hunts were offered politely, but invitations were scarce. Apprentices avoided the tunnels you used.

Amberclaw stayed close, offering silent support, but even their tail twitched nervously whenever the leader’s eyes fell on you.

You caught the faintest signs of suspicion everywhere: a dropped tail here, a furrowed brow there. Even when you helped at the prey pile or patrolled the borders, murmurs followed.

Acceptance would not come quickly.
It would need proof.
It would need patience.
And it would need courage.

Yet every night, as you curled beneath the bramble canopy, listening to the forest stir, you reminded yourself of one truth:

You had survived exile once. You could survive this too.

And do you think that westfire is westpaw

Only once I got to day two it's were ceadastar asked you to take someone to explore the territory and you explore the mountains and the waterfall has a mini game

it happens every time I play its like 3...2...1 and white out I dont care if your trying to get the game to load 

have you done up to where you get your first clue or is there more I'm stuck

Don't worry I just saw your comment then said THERES A ELDERS DEN LET ALONE AN ELDER!!!

here you go 

 Another cat burst through the brambles followed by two others. The first cat had white fur and a scar on his eye still bleeding. The cat beside him had black fur and a stubbed tail. The other cat was leaning on the black cat's shoulder wincing in pain. The white cat turned around and spread his eyes so wide that shadow could see the whites of his eyes. INTRUDER!!!! He yelled unsheathing his claws he sprang on to shadow nipping at her ears she clawed at his belly sending him yowling in pain. He fled to the corner and Shadow could finally take a good look at the place. Only five or six cats were here then just then seven more cats burst through the bramble screen, one's eyes full of fear “it’s greystripe he's dead!”the one behind him was dangling a limp body from his jaws we'll deal with it later for now  who are you the spotted one one said thrusting herself through the commotion 

Thanks but I don't really work on it right now I did do some more but I'm on mobile right now Ill post it later

hey I had a issue with the game I was on my laptop and I died from drowning and no ghosts appeared so I restarted then curt was just sleeping forever and even if I pressed my right key or d key I would just move to the left and when I hovered over cinnamon it just kept saying your grandmother name {sorry I forgot her name}

Your welcome I follow anyone that responds to me or catches my interest

Did I get it right? Your mother gets “angry” because the name you chose breaks the lore rules of the clan’s California environment like they won't have big storms so storm or stormy won't work they won't know what a waterfall or glacier are either

Your mother gets “angry” because the name you chose breaks the lore rules of the clan’s California environment like they won't have big storms so storm or stormy won't work they won't know what a waterfall or glacier are either 

you ok?

EXACTLY

Again thanks and I follow anyone that responds to me or catches my interest and likes warrior cats

hey thanks for following me I cant stand when I see odd numbers and you are my tenth one THANK YOU

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WHAT ARE THE ACONITES PLEASE TELL ME PLEASE

can you please follow me I want one of my followers to be you I love your games

bro Is westpaw in the game westfire from hickory isles

What is the bug ? I know Im not icy tea but I can tell you if it happens too me

thank you

mobile and laptop not just day two for me though its day two when the game first starts and the moment that you see the home screen

oh...thank you so much

yeah that happens to me too

WHAT CATS?!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh ok but great game I love it