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cryptidclaw · 2 years

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Fire and Ice: Rise of Change edition (aka. my redraw of the Fire and Ice cover) is complete!

This took me FOR EVER, the complete opposite of the Into the Wild cover, that one I completed in 1 night, this one has been a WIP for possibly a month??? Could be more and I wouldn't be surprised.

This is probably one of the most complicated covers in the first arc, there are so many characters and such a big background! I am not used to illustrating backgrounds like this so at least it was a good push to get me out of my comfort zone!

Now info about my changes to the cover! The cats in the frame are Bracken(paw) and Cinder(paw), they are both important characters in this book and they are Fire and Gray’s first apprentices (Bracken is more Fire’s apprentice too honestly) so I thought they should get a spot light! Also I want to change a lot of the frames in future covers bec I like the idea of other important characters getting the cover spot light!

The other characters in the scene behind the frame are Sedgecreek (upper right), Graystripe (upper left), Troutclaw aka. Whiteclaw (below Graystripe), Voleclaw (farthest bottom left), Leopardfur (Next to Voleclaw), Fireheart (bottom middle), and Sand(paw) (bottom right). All of these cats were in the border skirmish between River and Thunder when Fire and Gray were traveling back from bringing back Wind Order!

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[Image ID: A digital illustration, which is a redraw of the original Warriors: Fire and Ice cover. At the top of the cover is the Warriors title written in dark purple, and below it is written Fire and Ice which is yellow and lined in the same dark purple. Below the title is a portrait style frame centered in the middle of the cover, this frame depicts Bracken(paw) and Cinder(paw) centered in the frame, sitting next to each other with mirrored blank, wide eyed expressions. They are in a dark night scene and are mostly in shadow with their eyes glowing a bright white. In front of them are black silhouettes of grass, and in the background in a dark blue night sky and a huge bright blue moon lined with white. Behind this frame, filling up the rest of the cover, is a illustration of a battle taking place in a sunset scene of a river surrounded by grass that is mostly lit in yellows and oranges. In the foreground at the bottom of the illustration are 4 cats, there are two on the left of the page, we can only see their angry seemingly yelling faces peaking over a log, the cat farther from the left has her arm raised with her claws unsheathed, the other two cats are faced away from the camera and are looking towards the first two. from left to right the first cat is grey with blue eyes, the second in gold with brown spots and amber eyes, the third is round, chubby and orange, and the forth is a cream and back tortie. In the mid ground are two cats by the river bank, one is standing with their left side showing and they are crouched low to the ground and screeching at something off screen, the other is behind this cat, and is getting ready to pounce on the first cat while screeching. the First cat is a brown and white cat with orange eyes and the second is a big gray tabby with glowing yellow eyes. On the other side of the river is a single cat looking over to the other side, this cat is a brown tabby with green eyes. At the bottom of the cover where the author is usually listed, is written “Rise of Change” in yellow text./End ID]

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors cover #warriors art #warriors #Fire and Ice #Warriors fire and ice #the prophecies begin #TPB

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wc-confessions · 13 days

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About barley and his potential age gap with Ravenpaw:

We have no clue how old Barley is. He's described as young when we first meet him yet there is a Barley in the super editions that take place WELL before Into The Wilds timeline. The Erin's clearly didn't think this through, and chronologically it makes no sense.

HOWEVER. People seem to forget that Ravenpaw and Dustpaw are littermates. Meaning they were apprenticed at the same time (I can accept Ravenpaw being possibly held back for health issues but that's not the case.)

Dustpaw and Sandpaw are mentioned to be older apprentices, and it's specifically stated they SHOULD'VE been made warriors before Fireheart and Graystripe, and it points out how bitter they are to still be apprentices. I believe they even mention how Ravenpaw would've been made a warrior too?

I think a lot of people see Ravenpaw and Barley having this huge gap not only because Ravenpaw's name still has -paw, making people think young, but also the fact that the Erin's fucked up the timeline with Barley. The fact he STILL appears in the barn even BEFORE Scourges rise to power makes no sense because he shouldn't be there!

In all context of the first arc as well as tnp and the manga, they're both adults and around the same age. Ravenpaw basically goes to live with him at the same time he should've been made a warrior. The Erins fucking up the timeline shouldn't be your sole reason for slamming on quite literally one of the TWO only gay ships in the series (one if you don't really count talljake).

#text #confession #anonymous #warrior cats #barley #ravenpaw

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one-in-a-million-fishsticks-blog · 3 months

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Kidnapped Firepaw AU

Following up the "Banished Fireheart AU" with this absolute gem.

Premise:

As Spottedleaf recounts the prophecy of fire to Bluestar, Tigerclaw lurks and listens, wholeheartedly believing in the words of Starclan like the UWU good pureblooded clan cat that he is.

Obviously he now needs to find himself a highlighter orange cat, he can't have the clan destroying itself before he ever even gets the chance to lead it after all, but where on earth is he supposed to find one when highlighter orange genetics aren't exactly common in the forest?.......

Enter Rusty, wondering the border of two-leg place all helpless and alone, itty bitty wittle barely apprentice aged kitty.

He's perfect, he simply HAS to join Thunderclan, the prophecised cat has gotta be him.

Besides, "rescuing" a kit from potential danger is the right thing for a noble warrior like Tigerclaw to do in this situation.

(Scourge? Never met her.)

Recruitment speeches and independent thought processes? What in Starclan's name are those?...

Tigerclaw could just carry this kit home right now if he wanted to.

So he does, he just stalks Rusty for a while, pops out of the bushes when the timing is right and straight up catnaps him.

Rusty is still the Rusty whom we all know and love, so he isn't THAT deeply upset about getting to live in the wild, but his little paws are rated E for everyone and he vows to make this entire experience as difficult for his kidnapper as possible.

Measures taken by Rusty to ruin Tigerclaw's life now include:

Acting more cynical and prickly than even Longtail on the daily

Ensuring that the cat assigned to escort him back home one final time as he says his last goodbyes to Smudge is Tigerclaw, the one cat who hates two-leg place more than Darkstripe

Cozying up to Bluestar (and later Yellowfang) when he knows damn well that Tigerclaw wants to be the adult in his life for some stupid reason

Making Ravenpaw his best friend as soon as organically possible because he also knows perfectly well that Tigerclaw will be forced to tolerate Ravenpaw if Firepaw takes a fancy to him

Ravenpaw: "Tigerclaw wants to kill me...."

Firepaw: "So that he can convince Bluestar to make me his apprentice instead?.... No thank you!"

Firepaw is a paw-length from convincing Bluestar to be his mentor, he will not be letting Tigerclaw ruin that for him.

The petty grudge continues into Fireheart's career as a warrior, prompting a neverending series of events seen as unfortunate only by Tigerclaw.

What do you mean his orange cat likes all of the remaining cats that he was planning on murdering?.... That was supposed to be HIS orange cat! Now how is he supposed to continue on his bloodthirsty quest for power?

Fireheart is best friends with Goldenflower now, she is his big sister, all of the adoration, attention and respect that Tigerclaw wishes he could get from Fireheart goes to Goldenflower

Bramblekit and Tawnykit are on the same level as Cloudkit, they are also his niece and nephew and he goes out of his way to hog nursery visitation

Longtail and Dustpelt are going to be Fireheart's friends now whether they like it or not, he is going to slowly squeeze their Tigerclaw love out of them like two-leg tooth paste and make them part of the 💥 Fireheart Squad 💥

Graystripe, Ravenflight(paw), and Sandstorm are already part of the 💥 Fireheart Squad 💥 and they help him bully Darkstripe

#warriors au #erin hunter warriors #warriors the prophecies begin #alternate universe #canon divergence #firestar #fireheart #firepaw #bluestar #ravenpaw #tigerclaw #tigerstar #darkstripe #a lot of the inspiration for this came from Camp Camp #I had a prophetic vision of Firepaw saying some of Max's lines #Tigerclaw is David here because that's hilarious #Tigerclaw wants Firepaw to like him and enjoy life as a forest cat so badly #Firepaw pretends to hate it just to spite him #Bluestar and Yellowfang are Firepaw's moms

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thunderc1an · 1 year

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assuming tigerstar is still evil in the Daddy Tigerstar au then that leads to so much potential for firepaw to grow into his own and also a heartbreaking moment of betrayal if things go along the same lines as the first arc of books

Oh the angst in this is REALLY good.

Firepaw ADORES his father, he looks up to him. Like he really does in such a pure manner. Which makes him haughty, and a bit of a jerk at times (especially when he becomes Bluestar's apprentice), but he still has a good heart. And by that account Tigerclaw is honestly there for Firepaw in his kithood, always offering advice on how to improve, how to be a better cat to make a better Thunderclan.

Firepaw grows up being friends with Greypaw and Ravenpaw, but when Ravenpaw tells the two about what happened with Redtail, Firepaw takes offense: How dare you imply that my father, the noblest warrior, in Thunderclan, commit such an act!

He no longer talks to them, joining Sandpaw and Dustpaw in the bullying (+teasing) that happens.

Though things start to click into place for Fireheart when his first apprentice, Cinderpaw, gets into the accident. Was it... was it a coincidence? It has to be.... surely...

Things play out like in the books, Fireheart dashes to save Bluestar, confronts his father, and they fight. It ends with him getting a massive paw swipe to the face, he gets a scar on the bridge of his nose, just like Tigerclaw. (This is the pinnacle moment I was talking about in the post, where Fireheart makes a decision that changes his life: not standing by his father, protecting his leader)

The ordeal shakes him, the cat he loved and admired all his life... well the things everyone around him had been telling him.. all of that was true.

It does not help that after the fight, in her delusion, Bluestar thinks Fireheart is Tigerclaw (They're practically identical, save for the fact that Firestar is a bit more orange than Tigerclaw). She fears him. And with that he is reminded of the fact of how alike they are.

#warriors #warrior cats #warriors au #warrior cats au #tigerstar #fireheart #bluestar #thunderclan #Daddy Tigerstar Au #if there's spelling mistakes u don't see them

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maplemouse-warriors · 2 months

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At Cinderpaw’s first Gathering, Fireheart introduces her to his friend Onewhisker, from WindClan. The brown tom grins at his friend and calls over a white molly, announcing her as his apprentice Whitepaw. Whitepaw is funny and clever. She defends Brackenpaw from a ShadowClan apprentice’s jabs. Cinderpaw thinks she’s the most wonderful cat in the forest, after Fireheart. Brackenpaw reminds her that Whitepaw is from WIndClan. Cinderpaw realizes that he’s right, and in hushed tones, she and Whitepaw make plans to meet at Fourtrees before the next Gathering. And they do. Cinderpaw gets good at slipping out of camp, unnoticed. Brackenpaw covers for her when he has to, but never asks why, and Cinderpaw is thankful for her littermate and his unwavering loyalty. She thinks of this often during her time in Yellowfang’s den, leg throbbing and mood low. If she wasn’t so good at sneaking out of camp, someone would have stopped her. If Brackenpaw wasn’t so loyal, he wouldn’t keep showing up with stories about his warrior training with her mentor. She doesn’t meet with Whitepaw outside of Gatherings after that. Over the moons, Cinderpaw and Whitepaw drift apart. Cinderpelt and Whitetail keep their memories of their time together as a happy moment in childhood. Cinderpelt wonders if Whitetail thinks of her in the dark of her den, wishing things could be different. But life goes on, and Cinderpelt wishes it less and less, and by the time Leafpaw joins her in the Healer’s Den, she’s made peace with it.

And then the world ends.

The forest is destroyed, ripped apart tree by tree. Cinderpelt and Leafpaw work to keep ThunderClan afloat. She comforts Leafpaw when they can’t do enough, teaching her the lesson that Yellowfang taught her so long ago. The two of them learn and relearn it together as their Clan begins to waste away. When WindClan joins them at Sunningrocks, Whitetail looks tired. Cinderpelt offers her what she can, and Whitetail helps Cinderpelt care for their Clans. She takes all problems in stride and fights tooth and claw against the onslaught of pessimism as surely as Cinderpelt fights against the weakness that sweeps through the shared camp. They grow close once again. If Firestar wasnt’ so busy, he’d notice that they were growing too close. But he is, and he doesn’t. Cinderpelt and Whitetail whisper their love with the roar of the waterfall keeping their secret.

Newly-named Leafpool is young. She has always been dutiful and dedicated to her position, so Cinderpelt knows she is sneaking out of camp at night. Her apprentice doesn’t know how to step quietly or cover up the scent of WindClan on her fur when she slinks back into the den at dawn. Cinderpelt knows, and she understands. She’s much more cautious with her journeys to the WindClan border. She’s careful to clean Whitetail’s scent off of her before she nears ThunderClan and the garlic she’s gathered coverrs up any smell she may have missed. She gives her apprentice as much leeway as she can, giving her herbs to sort when Crowfeather’s smell hangs off of her too strongly, and letting her sleep in when she’s out later than she ought to be. Cinderpelt can see it in Leafpool’s eyes when she decides to leave. She should tell someone about her apprentice’s plan, but selfishly, she doesn’t. She wishes Leafpool all the best. She hopes that her apprentice can find enough happiness for the both of them.

When Cinderpelt is focused on delivering her nephew, her wish suddenly changes. Now she just wishes her apprentice was back. Leafpool falls to the badger as Sorreltail’s final kit is born. The brown tabby molly is small, with delicate white paws. Cinderpelt moves the kit so that Leafpool’s blood doesn’t stain her white chest. With Squirrelflight’s blessing, her youngest niece is named Leafkit, after Sorreltail’s best friend. Cinderpelt grieves her apprentice. She and Firestar spend many sleepless nights sitting quietly together. Crowfeather stays in ThunderClan, grieving with Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw. The three become a little unit, supporting each other. (When Squirrelflight’s kits are born, Crowfeather frets over them more than Brambleclaw. Lionkit is the river’s reflection of Goldenflower; Hollykit is a darker gray than Cinderpelt is, and Firestar says she looks like a littermate of his; Jaykit is Cinderpelt’s favorite, a gray tabby whose every stripe matches his father’s. Crowfeather is the perfect grumpy uncle, and Cinderpelt wishes that Leafpool was there to see them.)

As ThunderClan’s sole medicine cat, Cinderpelt needs to make sure she is focused on her Clan. She meets with Whitetail, her speech to end it all planned out. She meets her again and again and again. Whitetail’s eyes are bright and clear and Cinderpelt can never bring herself to say the words. And then Cinderpelt doesn’t think she could ever say them, because she couldn’t bear to never meet their kits. In a hollow tree during a snowstorm, she delivers her kits (two mollies and a tom, gray and white and perfect). They curl around the three kits and give them names. Cinderpelt will hold this moment in her heart until she fades from existence. When the storm finally breaks, she helps carry the kits back to WindClan. She lies to Onestar, tells him that she found Whitetail in labor on the border. She helped the WindClan molly because it was her holy duty. Whitetail introduces Mosskit, Rockkit, and Bugkit to their Clanmates. Onestar and Smoke’s youngest kit, Heatherkit, watches them with owlish eyes. Nightcloud eyes Whitetail enviously, her stomach swollen with kits soon to be born. Whitetail had kept Cinderpelt updated on the scandal of such a traditional molly claiming Queen’s Rights. Cinderpelt left her family to return to her Clan.

Whitetail can’t meet her during her time in the nursery, too tired to travel to the border. Cinderpelt spends all of her free time thinking of her kits. She’s grateful that everyone thinks of her and Whitetail as friends; Barkface is always happy to update her on the wellbeing of her family. Leafpaw is apprenticed to Crowfeather. Hollypaw joins her in the healer’s den, and Cinderpelt knows that despite her stubbornness, she isn’t cut out to heal. She isn’t surprised when Jaypaw approaches her, eager to learn. She had known early on that warrior training wouldn’t be challenging enough for him. She teaches him what she taught his aunt, and tries not to talk about Leafpool too much. Cinderpelt presents Jaypaw to the other healers and to StarClan. She is so overjoyed she can barely stand when she finally sees Leafpool again, white paws full of stars and eyes kind and gentle. Her former apprentice stands tall when she speaks, and her words carry the weight of the sky: There will be three, your windblown kin, with the power of the stars in their paws.

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Rockbelly, Bugspring, and Mosstooth (left to right) are the main characters of the Windblown Three AU! Kits of Cinderpelt and Whitetail, they hold the power of the stars in their paws.

Bugspring is cheery and personable. She gets along well with everyone she comes across. She’s super strong, able to move boulders with ease. She’s also able to recover quickly from most injuries, although she’s still susceptible to sickness, and often makes that everyone’s problem.

Rockbelly is very food motivated, and enjoys making his clanmates laugh. He gets short glimpses of the future, but often only moments before it happens. He also occasionally knows information about those around him that he has no reason to know. Despite his best efforts, he doesn’t have much control over either of these abilities.

Mosstooth is clever and direct; she often comes off as rude, but thankfully Bugspring is always there to smooth things over. Mosstooth is WindClan’s best fighter, with the ability to gain the strength of the foes she defeats in battle. While the power gained doesn’t last long, she is a force to be reckoned with in any fight.

I am down to talk about this AU any time. I will also happily draw other Windblown characters if asked 👀

#windblown three au #hypokits #warriors #warrior cats #mouse squeaks #whitetail #cinderpelt #whitecinder #WELCOME TO MY NICHE RAIRPARE Y'ALL #mouse answers

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redux-iterum · 7 months

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Burning Hearts: Epilogue

(AO3 counterpart here.)

Camp was silent, but in the purposefully hushed way, that of a Clan who’d woken up to the pained cries of a queen as she brought her litter into the world and had elected to leave her be until the night. The kits had stopped squealing, busily nursing at Goldenflower’s belly, kneading her with their shut eyes and ears. Brindleface and her kits had fallen asleep quickly after the birthing, and Frostfur was outside guarding the nursery as her own kits drifted off again.

With the sun thankfully dimmed by a cloudy sky, Goldenflower’s eyes were glued to her litter of three: two beautiful little torbie mollies, the stronger pale ginger and brown and the weaker a darker version, and a curious, rotund tabby tom. Somehow, despite everything the matriarch had learned in her studies, he had come out dark brown.

Just like his father.

Was StarClan punishing her for something? What for? Her ignorance? Her blind trust and love? How was this possible otherwise?

Goldenflower repressed a grieving shudder and forced her thoughts to something else—anything else.

Names. They needed names. And she was the only one here to give them.

If Fireheart were here, she could take the opportunity to teach him how to name his own kits when he had them. It could have taken her mind off of everything, to see his excitement when he met his little siblings, and his worry over Cloudkit, who had grown fatter and louder, if that was possible.

But he wasn’t here. She’d have to do this alone.

Some small part of her reminded her that Brindleface and Frostfur could help, but… no. This was for family to do. She had a feeling.

The first molly, the pale one, she regarded with no small amount of affection. She was as big as her brother—bigger, really—and her markings were paired together beautifully, a solid blend of pale ginger and a warm brown with the tabby markings streaking down her body evenly. She was mostly that ginger, though the brown wasn’t giving up its spaces without a fight.

Tawny, maybe, Goldenflower thought. Or Morning. She could be a Morning. But Tawny feels more obvious…

She could come back to that. She had better ideas for the other two.

The weakest, runty and spotted, had more mottled brown and ginger. She was the smallest and the quietest; Goldenflower’s experience warned her to be ready for the worst. She didn’t let that forbid her from naming the kit. She should have a mighty name, something to make up for her size.

Leopard. He would have called you that.

And perhaps she shouldn’t have thought of what he would have wanted, but... how could she not? They’d discussed names before she had retreated into the nursery full-time. He’d loved the idea of a Leopardkit. That had been his favorite one out of all they’d talked about.

He loved you before you were born, she thought, pressing her nose to Leopardkit, who barely twitched in response. I know that was real. No one else has to.

Now, the tom…

Curse her sentimentality, but it was impossible not to think of him. He was a spitting image of his father, big and starkly-striped. He was going to be tall and powerful, she could see already. But perhaps not brutish; even as a newborn, his claws seemed mostly tucked in, barely grazing her stomach when he pushed harder for milk. They were long, still, like his, and his paws were massive.

He wasn’t getting Tiger, obviously. But something close, something fierce and prickly… shame Thornkit had taken that name already.

A name struck her, and she couldn’t think of another. Bramble. Bramble, with long, sharp stripes and long, sharp claws.

It was perfect. She could only pray no one figured out the source.

Drowsily, she returned to the pale molly, going over Tawny and Morning, back and forth, her exhaustion creeping in and tamping down her thoughts until she drifted off, with a vague image in her head of three little kits touching noses with their father, his amber eyes shining with love and pride.

Where was his soul now, she wondered…

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He runs, paws scrambling for purchase on the rocky slope that borders the road. A shining silhouette blazes ahead of him and he ducks into the forest. Ferns and brush stand still as death as he races through them, mouth open, panting for air he no longer needs, amber eyes wild with fright.

Screams like roars follow him through the woods, light-figures easily keeping pace with him, creeping close to his tail as he stumbles and sprints with every bit of power he can channel to his legs. Whooping yowls and jovial caterwauls rattle his chest with horror.

How could they be chasing me? Were my intentions not noble? Didn’t I do the best for my Clan?

It wasn’t good enough.

His victims, drowned and sliced and crippled and gasping for air, flash in front of his eyes, glaring at him, nearly making him trip and fall as he tries to skid to a stop and dive to the side, away from them, away from their damning eyes.

This is a mistake. He only manages a few more steps before sun-bright figures cut off his path. He jerks sideways again, and backs away from the rounding line of Hunters encircling him. He’s surrounded on all sides by glowing warriors: some apprentices, few leaders—the best of the best, the strongest in life and most righteous in death, the ones who protect the territories from all ghostly dangers.

But…

No, this can’t be right. I’m no danger. Not like this. Not like—

The deputy flails about, scrambling for escape, some explanation, anything to get him out of this. There is none. The Hunters are stronger, larger than him. They hurt to look at, blazing as they do. They say nothing to him. Their eyes burn with rage.

Where is He?

Behind him, a searing light exiles what little darkness was left in the forest, the only sound now of a crackling fire. He is immediately pulled into gazing at the giant; it’d be sacrilege to refuse to acknowledge Him. His eyes squeeze shut—this is worse than looking at the sun—but again, he is forced to open them, eyes tearing up in agony as he looks upon the Endless Watcher.

“You disappoint Me, wraith,” the Lion rumbles, His voice shaking the ground and making the trees tremble. “Potential like yours has not been seen in a long time. You could have been the finest leader in generations, if you loved your Clan like you thought you did.”

The deputy’s mouth opens to no sound; his throat is dry as an autumn leaf.

“Destroying your Clanmates,” a Hunter adds coldly, a strangely familiar golden tom almost as sunny as Horoa Himself. “Ignoring your neighbors, wanting them to fall, though you’d never let yourself acknowledge that…”

“Leaving your own family to expose you,” another Hunter says, dark grey and small (standing taller than the deputy even so). She narrows her eyes that shine too bright for a mortal. “They will not rest easy for a long time. Is that what you wanted? Pain and grief, by your doing?”

The deputy barely manages to croak out, “My Lord, have mercy. Please—”

“Another said that, recently,” a tortoiseshell drawls. “The living didn’t heed him.” Her lip twitches as she dryly looks the deputy up and down, regarding him like the stringy remains of stale prey. “Neither did we.”

“Go peacefully,” the Lion growls, and the ground shakes under the deputy’s feet. “This we will give you. Offer your throat and fade to mist. You will not get anything else.”

The deputy trembles. He looks for any kindness, any empathy in the eyes of his undoing. There is none. Pathetically, kit-like in his huddling, he looks to Horoa again.

“By—” he swallows. “By Your teeth, then. It would be an honor, my Lord. Please…”

The Lion throws back His head with a thundering, hearty chuff. The sound is echoed by His Hunters, who shake their heads and give each other tickled looks, like they’re sharing a private joke. Horoa lowers His head again, gazing down at the deputy, His single eye blinding.

“None from ThunderClan will honor you,” He says. “Neither will I.”

The small dark grey molly bursts forward; her claws streak with light. A snap. A crash. Sparks tear open the mist of his flesh. The storm raging in his throat chokes back his words as it rends him apart.

In the heartbeat of a moment, in an eye amidst his agony, one quiet thought murmurs in her voice.

“They will never know your name, love.”

And then there is silence.

The vapor, split in two even wisps, disperses and fades, absorbed by the clean air of the forest. Horoa waves His tail, smoking at the tip, with satisfaction as His Hunters keep their eyes on the very last misty thread. It dissolves, and nothing remains. The Lion curtly nods, growls a chuff, turns and leaps into a gallop, His Titan-like feet hardly touching the ground. His followers race after Him, cheering again, searching for the next danger to protect the Clans from. Light encompasses them, like the sun is swallowing them up.

As they disappear, the forest’s natural light returns, followed by hesitant shadows. The cackle of flames dies, and birdsong carries on again, somewhat confused as to why it stopped. The woods, just for a bit, are beautifully warm with the echo of the sun’s heat.

The world continues on as if they were never there at all.

#warrior cats #redux iterum #iterum #epilogue #chapter #book two #arc one #burning hearts #and thats the book!#thank you all for reading along

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wildfire-rewrite · 8 months

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oooh what does Sun Firesong look like? Sickness name btw

Sun Firesong (Fireheart)

Leader of the Fall Thunderbringer Sect

Kittypet -> Apprentice -> Messenger -> Deputy -> Leader

He/him/his Cisgender kater, bisexual panromantic

Image IDs below the cut and information.

Grandparents: Crystal, Unknown Parents: Jake, Nutmeg Siblings: Princess, Henry, Tommy

Mates: Sandstorm, Grouseflight Platonic partner: Dustdapple Kits: Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Juniperpaw, Birchfall, Foxleap, Shrewbelly Grandkits: Petalblaze, Jaypatch, Hollylarch, Poppyfrost, Fernsong, Sorrelstripe, Sparkwood, Alderheart, Dandelionpelt

Mentor: Sweetberry Former Apprentice(s): Cinderberry, Whitewing, Ivystrike

So, what a guy! He's lived a very interesting life, and actually dies at the end of the Eclipse Period. He will die at the claws of Moon Tigerchaser, like his old, and first, foe passed. He is idolized heavily in the Sky Breezemoor sect and the Fall Thundebringer sect, along with the Band of Blood, post-reconstruction. Firesong took Sandstorm as a mate a bit after they both graduated. They are basically highschool sweethearts, and sickeningly affectionate immediately outside of apprentice-hood. Eventually, Dustdapple and Firesong do become platonic partners, but not for a while. Firesong develops a crush on Grouseflight once Tigerchaser is exiled. Sandstorm was the one to court Grouseflight first, and then followed Firesong. They, all three of them, officially became a polycule once the Final Battle of the Forests is over, and upon the realization that Sandstorm is pregnant. Dustdapple is only in a QPR with Grouseflight and Sun Firesong, as he is Sandstorm's cousin.

Personal Comments:

I'm very proud of how his design turned out. I was mulling it over for the past hour before I got this ask, and it pushed me to finalize it. Thank you, I needed this lol

Because he is partially Abyssinian through Jake, he is genetically a black cat. This means all his bio-kits should be torties! Very interesting, and I'm excited to play with his genetic traits that'll show through his kittens.

I basically speedran this, the art took way less than I thought it would!

Yeah, he also will have autism and social anxiety. It will affect a lot of his adjusting period into the sects and his entire growth as a character.

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[ Image ID - An image of Sun Firesong from the Wildfire Rewrite, who in canon Warriors is known as Fireheart. He is a round and plump cat with a ruddy orange pelt and a cream underbelly. He has green eyes and thick fur. He looks at the camera, giving the viewer a clear shot of his pelt. It's pattern is distinctly similar to the cat breed Abyssinian and it's pelt. End ID ]

[ Image ID - The same image as above, but with accessories. Earrings made of painted wood are pierced into his upper ear. A thick leather and woolen coat is covering his lower back, kept on by a loop of leather that holds two brown bags. Two necklaces are wound around his neck. One has two stones, one stone gray and one stone painted green, and the other necklace has a part of his old collar. On his front left paw there are two bracelets. One is a piece of scrap vine, and the other is a bead bracelet painted in a pattern of colors. End ID ]

#wildfire rewrite #warrior cats #WF! Sun Firesong (Firestar)#warriors designs #warriors rewrite #warriors #warrior cats rewrite #firestar #fireheart #ask #fallingstarsau #my art

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bonefall · 1 year

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Can we ask about Bonefall Dustpelt? I always liked his arc going from kinda shitty bully to a responsible and supportive clan mate

[ID: Dustpelt from warrior cats. He has diamond-shaped markings on his chest, feet, and the end of his tail, with a large, flat marking on the top of his face. The background is the genderqueer flag colors.]

Since I made genders, BB!Dustpelt's story is coming together in my mind.

He's AMAB, or, ATAB. Assigned Tom at Birth.

Dust and Raven's entire family died a horrible death of plague about 6 months before TPB started. Dustpaw was one of the few who managed to not catch it; Ravenpaw survived with stunted growth.

That traumatic experience definitely prompted Bluestar to want to give them the strongest and most loyal warriors in ThunderClan as mentors.

Redtail is transgender and very disciplined, so he was given Dust who was pretty obviously gender-nonconforming and lashing out in the hopes they'd figure it out together.

This is how he got so close with Sandstorm! Her and Longtail are the kits of Redtail and Runningwind, from two different litters.

They're besties. It's completely platonic.

The mentorship wasn't perfect but it WAS working. Dustpaw was close with his mentor, but had a long way to go.

...And then the plot happened, of course.

He was really lost when he didn't have Redtail anymore, and associated poor Firepaw with that loss. It was made worse by his new mentor being Darkstripe. Him and Longtail became very close with Tigerclaw, supporting him and even joining the rumor mill about Ravenpaw.

Dustpelt regrets that pretty deeply now, that he did that to his own brother. It's something he did when he was young and susceptible, and he can't really make it right.

He was still trying to figure himself out through TPB, generally being antagonistic towards Fireheart out of anger and jealousy and dissatisfaction with himself

Sandstorm even started losing her patience with him

And yet, when the time came for Tigerclaw's plot to be revealed, Dustpelt didn't waver and proved his loyalty.

Even Fireheart's mentorships of Cinderpaw and Cloudpaw were both unfair because of his age and inexperience, AND ended disastrously. Fireheart knew when he was picking mentors for Fernpaw and Elderpaw that Dustpelt would need to be rewarded in some way.

But he wouldn't repeat Bluestar's mistake. So he had a solution;

Frostfur would mentor Elderpaw. Darkstripe would mentor Fernpaw. And for Dustpelt-- what he really needed was some way to put his paws to work.

One-eye came out of retirement for a while to grant him a third mentorship, as she had once been a nearly legendary builder and no one was ever truly able to pick up her skills.

He didn't need to connect with tom-gendered traits like patrolling and passivity. This felt right, and it felt good. THIS was what he needed.

And so, Dustpelt came into his own. He is genderqueer! After TPB, he becomes an important background character as the head of the Construction Patrol.

His surviving children are Spiderleg, Birchfall, and Lilyheart, and his grandchildren are Spotfur, Duststripe, Rosepetal, and Toadstep.

Foxleap and Icecloud are no longer his kittens; those are Bright x Cloud kids; in return, Lilyheart and Seedpaw are now his. Shrewpaw is Shrewface in StarClan and a guardian angel of Squirrelflight. Hollykit and Larchkit die similarly to how they do in-canon.

#Bonefall TPB #Better Bones AU #BB!Dustpelt #also he's not a tabby get out of here with that #This guy is solid with points

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nightly-ruse · 1 year

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I had this idea of OneFire hypoparent versions of Squilf and Leaf and couldn’t not do it so here they are!

Pretty much at the start of tnp little Ploverpaw and Squirrelpaw are separated across borders taken by each of their dads, Ploverpool with Onestar and Squirrelcurl with Firestar. To finally stop the constant fights from Windclan as Onestar wanted one of his daughters. Ended up with a whole au for them that I actually really love.

Beware long au explanation of the two

Squirrelcurl

Small curly cat so full of energy it’s like she’s got the wind in her heart. With more of her father Onewhisker’s stripes but a warmer tone and shape like her papa Fireheart she’s very torn with her loyalties. While she does have the spirit for the moor she was very easily divided with her papa because of her coat, height, and stumpy legs. And while she does love Fire a lot she sometimes wishes her and Plover could’ve been raised closer together. Does not get along with her father Onestar much the two butting heads harshly and with differing opinions very quickly getting into fights.

She does not get with Bramble but instead with Crowfeather after they got close over the journey, meeting him more under the guise of visiting her sister. The two were close and said they’d run away together! Find a place where all can love with no borders tearing them apart! Until it all crumpled as Squirrel couldn’t leave all her family and friends behind and Crow started to find he didn’t like the true fire in her heart. They split harshly breaking both cats hearts in a massive fight, running back to their own clans. Except Squirrelcurl was expecting his kittens and she’d have no way to explain them away.

Squirrelcurl makes a plan with her sister who is also expecting and they leave with Mothwing and Nightcloud to have the litters under a guise of a vision. She has Starlingkit and Ravenkit who she knows she cannot keep, they look far too much like their father to ever stay. On the way back she gives the two to Nightcloud who promises to love them for her, deciding to rename them Hollykit and Breezekit for their parentage of the forest and the moors.

Eventually after the secrets revealed by Hollyscratch and Breezecloud she makes amends with both her kittens, and finds she loves Nightcloud with the two becoming mates once she divorces Bramblestep.

Ploverpool

Tall curly and powerful their was no hiding the clear mix of blood in Ploverpool’s pelt she was a very mixed cat. Having Firestar’s pattern, ears, and strong paws but Onestar’s coat, eyes, curl, tail, and height she was clear from her birth where she came from. But with her height and slight fear of shadows she was kept by her father Onewhisker, having to watch her sister walk away. Very early on she found a solution, if she was a healer she could travel across borders and see anyone she wanted! And learn the secrets most cats can’t even touch. As such she was trained under Barkface.

She does find love across borders, right by a little flowing creek. A cat much like her in statue such just beauty it struck her speechless she had to know her. And then at her first moonpool meeting to see just the cat saunter up she fell head over paws. Plover and Moth fall in love, using the excuse of their healer duties to hang out often having Squirrel or Nightcloud tag along with them. They thought nothing bad could come from this as long as no one found out. Until someone did. Plover knew someone had seen them when she found a moth wing and thorn snuck in her nest. Paranoia seeping into her pelt.

Plover realizes she’s expecting just a few nights after her sister came to her telling her similar news. They make a plan to all leave with Mothwing and Nightcloud in case anything were to happen, have the kittens in secret and figure out what to do after. She has three beautiful bundles of fur. Fritillarykit, Jaykit, and Tadpolekit. Sadly as they travel back Tadpole becomes too weak and passes away, buried just between the River and Wind borders by their mothers. Fritillarykit is kept by Mothwing and Jaykit is taken by Squirrelcurl who could easily pass the little pale kitten as her own.

When the secrets revealed Ploverpool finally breaks and moves to Riverclan to be with her mate and eventually raise their second litter of Dandelionkit, Hawkkit, Sparkkit, and Alderkit. Fritillaryblaze ends up also following his moms across the border to be with his new family, Jaydream crossing over often as well.

#hypoparents #I really like them :)#been thinking about them the whole time and gosh. i just love them #actually really like brown Squilf and tan leaf they look nice #onefire’s legacy au #wc au #night knacks #onefire #onewhisker #fireheart #Firestar #onestar #squirrelflight #leafpool #ruse au’s

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lesbianbeeliker · 7 months

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for halloween I introduce a mapleshade and spottedleaf au I had in my head for a while :)

basically spottedleaf dies as normal, and after she does maple finds her and sees it as another way to take revenge on thunderclan, and convinces her that Fireheart/paw whatever he was at the time let her die purposely and convinces her to take revenge on him, especially after he chooses Sandstorm as a mate. Basically spotted tries to act like his spirit guide still and still act good and not evil, but secretly convinces sandstorm that firestar loves her and not sand bc she constantly visiting him and stuff if that makes sense...and basically sand ends up breaking up with him over it

but before they broke up sand was already pregnant and had squilf and leaf eventually, and bc of what happened, his daughters never became too close to him, especially squilf, leaf kinda had to get over it since she his med cat, but squilf always held resentment. eventually spotted convinces leaf to run away with crow and that whole thing happens same as it does..

however since she knew the three had powers her and maple started secretly training them. as time went on jay realized they were being manipulated and told lion and holly, but holly was so caught up in being the best med cat she could be, she didn't believe jay and continued to train

eventually the fire thing happened and spotted actually told holly leaf was her mom and made up lies about how she hated her and hated that she was her apprentice and all that, and eventually convinced holly to kill leaf in revenge, and she tried but due to the sister psychic link thing squilf came and tried to save her, but she was too late, and in the process also ended up killing Holly in an attempt to save her sister, but in the end they both ended up dead

squilf was accused of killing them both and due to pressure from the clan firestar was forced to exile his daughter, she pleaded, attempting to fix the relationship they never got to have, and he desperately wanted to, but he couldn't and had to kick her out

meanwhile, in starclan leaf realized what spotted had been doing and tried to warn all the other starclan cats, but none believed her since spotted was such a well respected starclan warrior. the only one who seemed to listen was crookedstar, and eventually they realized together mapleshade was in on this as well

they formed a plan together to bring maples kits to her in an attempt to change her mind, and during the great battle they bring the kits out to maple while the kits tried to convince her to stop all this. maple was starting to listen to them, finally starting to find some kind of closure in her anger, when spotted saw and stepped in

she tried to convince maple not to listen to them but she wouldn't, so spotted attempted to kill the kits, which made maple angry

the two started fighting, maple almost winning and who easily could have killed her but hesitated, through all of this they had formed a close relationship despite everything, and she couldn't bring herself to hurt her, but that was her mistake, for spotted didn't hesitate and ended up killing her

she hadn't realized what she had done until it was too late, she had killed the one cat closest to her, and while she was in shock, sandstorm has been watching and realized what had been happening all along, killed spottedleaf, ending their reign once and for all

#warrior cats #thunderclan #warrior cats art #warrior cats design #warrior cats au #mapleshade #spottedleaf #evil spottedleaf #mapleshade au #spottedleaf au #my art

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cat-alyzing · 1 year

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Lilyclaw (fusion of Goldenflower and Tigerclaw) ideas at this time:

Daughter of Sunfall and a wanderer which keeps her as the sister of Lionheart. Her mentor was Pineheart tho and him leaving hurt her A LOT. Fueled by a mix of self hatred, bullying by her new mentor Thistleclaw, and him leaving she starts hating outsiders. When she’s just brought into camp the prophet Goosefeather receives a vision of her bathed in dawn light on one side and the other covered in blood, this about the way she could’ve been.

At the beginning of the story as Bon comes into camp she is a scratched queen with a swollen flank but battle hungry look in her eyes. She had just come back from a battle with the unconscious deputy Splotchedtail in her jaws. He soon ends up dying but Spottedleaf finds a lily petal in his mouth clueing her in on his true murderer

LOTS OF REPRESSED LESBIANISM. The clans at this time are a little sexist, have a lot of double standards, super xenophobic, and push a heteronormative idea on most cats. In a better life where she was taught or had some cat to guide her she could’ve been much more of a code changer like Bon but instead she followed the trail of tragedy. Her and Spottedleaf flirt a lot, but Lilyclaw always leaves feeling trapped in her partnership with the still undecided mate of hers.

Soon she has Lynxkit (Swiftkit) and Leopardkit (OG Lynxkit) named for the powerful cats and after her foster mom Leoaprdfoot. Sadly Leopardkit dies soon after complications caused by her fighting while so pregnant, and Lynxkit barely makes it. She is angry grieving mother and Bon ends up overhearing the fight she has with Spottedleaf.

Her ideology is based on wanting a better world where she can be free but also hating it from her past traumas. She wants the clans to fuse so more cats like her with a mixed blood can be seen as just as good but also being aggressive towards half blooded cats for the aggression she faced for her parentage. Hypocrite on purpose.

At some point when she’s joined Star Leopardstrike she has Moth, Hawk and Tadpole who are all renamed. Can’t decide if she has them with Leopard as a symbolism of their pact or some other cat. Either way the kits are just older then newborns when Lilyclaw has the battle that ends her life. They still become rogues tho after a raid is done on Riverclan by a group of Bloodclan cats including Sasha but they are tracked down and taken back, over this time the river floods on their way back and Tadpole dies.

She was never given 9 lives. While Starclan is very nuanced in this they do not want the clans to unite so they refuse her. The note of Scourge dying bc of their atheism is instead towards her as Starclan says Lilyclaw has no extra lives. She’s ripped in half in the fight after far for blood is spilt, taking Fireheart’s live that canon Scourge did and dying to the two brothers attacking her. Scourge gets their iconic kill by splitting her from throat to tail a move so horrific it spawns many tales, writings, and depictions for many generations.

From her death, carnage, and death she brought to the clans she did cause change but not by her owns paws. But instead by the paws of the cats who destroyed her. Her daughter Dawnclaw takes her suffix and spreads the other side of her mother that was fiercely loving, powerful, and so so hurt. She is one of the strongest voices to never let a cat with so much potential to be powerful go down a bloodied path like that.

#lilyclaw #I love Lilyclaw so much #I am so focused on this story #really really want to rewrite many of the books myself #Tigerclaw #goldenflower #character drafts

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cryptidclaw · 1 year

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Tinyclaw (aka. Tiny/Scourge)! Tallstar’s tiny edgy son.

I wasnt going to have Tiny/Scourge exist in RoC bec I replaced his role with Raven(paw) who becomes a good Scourge in this au. But I was given the idea to have Jake give Tiny to Tallstar to raise as his own, and so here we are!

This version of Tiny has more white on him since i wanted him to have a different pelt to Raven’s since he’s the small black cat with one white paw in this story. I think giving Tiny more white also makes him look more like Tallstar which I think is cute :)

His story is that Tallstar came into Wind Order one day with a small kit who he claimed to be his son. It is allowed for cats to have kits with outsiders as long as they have no ties to these “donors” but random cats not related to the Orders are not often let in, so Tallstar claimed Tiny to be his bio son so that he would be allowed to stay.

Tiny had to put up with some bulling from his peers due to his small size, many saying that he wasn't born with the build to be a Wind cat. But Tiny worked hard and was determined to prove himself, and he quicky shut up any mockery by beating up any cat who dared say anything bad about him.

In adult hood Tinyclaw may still be small, but he is a strong and battle ready cat, who is known to get into a lot of fights, hence all his scars. He is a cat to be feared and respected among the Orders, lest he claw your ear off.

Tiny did know that he was not truly Tall’s bio son, as he remembers his father being a bright red tom named Jake, but he knows not to say anything. He also thinks all those rules about who can be an Order cat are stupid anyways. Tiny did also eventually learn that Fireheart was his brother too, though they don't have much of a relationship, besides some mutual respect. Tiny did decide that he must have gotten his miniscule stature from their shared father however, because they both are two of the smallest cats in the Orders.

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Tinyclaw an au version of Scourge from warrior cats. He is standing in a 3/4 view, with his right side shown. He his leaning to the right with his right paw raised with his claws unsheathed. He has a blank, determined expression on his face. Tinyclaw is a small, slender, short furred black and white tom with big blue eyes. He has a Tuxedo cat pelt pattern with half his left front leg and a third of his right being white, as well as his back right lef being white as well. his chin is black and his eyes are lined with white, he also has a white tail tip. He has several scars throughout his pelt, and his ears are very tattered, with his right ear having the top cut completely off. His inner ears, scars and nose are all dark red./End ID]

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #scourge #scourge au #tiny au #scourge design #tiny design

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Could we get a self-care day with Lester 🥺👉👈 sweet Boy needs some love and care

-❤️‍🔥

Fireheart Anon! The one and only!

Self-Care Day with Lester Sinclair

Where do I even start with this man?

Friday nights are for the Boys. Saturday Nights are with the Bros. Sunday nights are for Togetherness.

Thursday Nights is for Self-Care.

Lester orders his favorite take-out and makes his favorite drink: Cream Soda Float with Chocolate Ice Cream.

Sets out his favorite lotions and creams to use before bed.

And starts his night.

He has no shame with his collection of face masks.

He's got it all! He has unicorns, a panda bear with aloe, some puppy ones, glitter ones, charcoal/peeling, clay.

In his cabin, he has a BIG white tub with golden lion legs that he fills up with warm water.

If it's a stressful week, he buys dried flowers and puts them in the water to add color.

He has bath bombs, too!

He likes using the bright green ones and the fun shapes! If he can find a paw print one or ones that looks like stars.

Lester likes the smell of Evergreen, warm musk, lavender, lilies, wildflowers, and vanilla (sometimes).

If it's raining/thunderstorming, he'll soak in the bath and sink into the bubbles, a glass of wine in his "Dog Dad" glass on the side, green face mask on, and cucumbers over his eyes. In the background, the station Vincent listens to. He turns off the lights and lights candles including a watermelon sugar scented candle.

He takes this time to wash good and through, making sure he's as fresh and as clean as possible, but he does it to relax.

His back hurts most the time because of picking up heavy roadkill like deer. So, the warm water and fancy bath salts with the dried rose pedals make his bones happy.

Once, he got a massage from the spa down town when his shoulders were really killing him! he tries to get one once every two months.

He also has some stone rollers and a stone for his arms, too.

If it's not Thurdays but he really needs something, he uses body washes to relax like a coffee and sugar scrub, a watermelon and strawberry sugar scrub, coconut body soap, or Old Spice: Fiji Body Wash.

Now for some other facts!

He helps his brothers do it, too!

Bo doesn't like face masks because it irritates his skin, but he loves the hazel nut and cedar wood body soap bar! He likes the way it feels on his arms, and it doesn't itch his scars.

If Bo asks nicely, he lets Lester massage his hands and arms. Working on cars hurts his hands and joints.

Lester is actually really good at giving massages.

Vincent does face masks, but only half his face (the clean side).

Vincent would use an aloe infused one or a clay mask.

Lester would work the knots out of his shoulders and lower back if Vincent asks.

Lester and Vincent would sit in the living room with the masks on, sipping tea, Bo drinking whiskey and reading the news paper from the town over, and Jonesy with a ham bone or a really big bone from the roadkill pit.

All three brothers also soak their feet (separately) in Epson salt in the kitchen after killing a group of 5-8 people. Lester would bring pizza and wings. Bo would bitch and moan over 2 or 3 people that put up a fight. Vincent would start sketching poses and outfit ideas.

But once that warm water hits and the salt... all three collectively SIGH and melt, relaxing and be silent for a couple minutes.

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blimbo-buddy · 11 months

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I'm a lover of messy GrayFire. These two would have so many problems and that fueled me in the past. (Alongside Fireheart x Silverstream, but it's them realizing Graystripe is two-timing them and they use the other as a rebound but oops, somewhere along the way, feelings actually popped up and neither know what to do about that. She also survives so Fireheart ends up snatching the title of dad from Graystripe because he doesn't deserve it.) Here's an old piece I wrote. Feast upon the slander.

Also you do not understand the amount of restraint I am showing not writing Little Red Frostpaw and Big Bad Wolf Splashtail... You put that possibility in my head and I have ideas.

TW for a toxic relationship, cheating, and internalized xenophobia.

I'd like to preface this by saying my interpretations of the two.

Graystripe has no sense of loyalty to the Clan. He doesn't care about Clan laws and cares about his own comfort the most. More often than not, his attitude gets others hurt because he breaks the rules selfishly. He meets Silverstream, not telling her that he's with Fireheart, and ignores training Brackenpaw (who, canonically, is the son of his former mentor). However, he does have loyalty to cats... to an extent. He would throw himself into a battle to protect Fireheart, but he won't stop cheating on him.

I see Graystripe as the type to not be in relationships long. He's more of a fling type of guy. Long term with children does not work for him. He only enjoys the phase where sparks fly and it feels like a blissful honeymoon. After that? Count him as gone. However, he never explains this to anyone - especially not to Fireheart, who believes they're genuinely mates.

Fireheart, meanwhile, is loyal to the Clan almost no matter what. He has morals he holds himself to, but he feels very guilty when he goes against the Clan norm despite having done what's right. His optimism and steadfast personality has allowed him to keep his head up. At this point, he's dangerously optimistic and needs to be told that sacrificing himself all the time is very bad! He sees the best in Graystripe as a funny goofball who's his best friend for life... despite knowing deep down that Graystripe is doing wrong things.

Fireheart has also internalized his xenophobia very hard. Like, to the point that he blames himself for Graystripe cheating.

Yeah, it's... it's not a healthy relationship. It's hard to see it as one - especially within canon - with all of the mistakes both Fireheart and Graystripe make in their relationships. (With Fireheart cheating on Sandstorm with a ghost, which I constantly throw out completely because it's weird and gross and unneeded, and Graystripe being disloyal and abandoning his kids at the forefront.)

You Keep Lying

Graystripe saunters back into camp, a grin on his maw as he tosses a mouse onto the prey pile. Annoyance flares up inside of Fireheart as he watches his mate casually strike up conversation with Whitestorm. All day, he gave excuse after excuse for Graystripe. What's more, he trained both of their apprentices! His claws dig into the ground, his fur bristling.

I do all of that... Fireheart grits his fangs. For the last moon, Graystripe keeps going off to meet his so-called friend in RiverClan and pushing back telling the Clan they're together. What does the fish-breath of RiverClan have over him? Did he make some kind of mistake that led to this?

He stares at Graystripe, but the tom's yellow eyes never stare back. Graystripe's yellow gaze travels to every cat but him. Of all cats, he thought that Graystripe didn't see him as the kittypet outsider. They're lovers, aren't they? So why doesn't he look at him? Does he need to go get scarred to prove his worth for the millionth time?

"Oi, Fireheart." Yellowfang's raspy voice makes him jump. His head swivels towards the shaggy-furred molly. She sighs and sets a paw on his shoulder. "Calm your heart, kit."

Fireheart can't help but bitterly laugh. "My heart as in the thing that's somehow still in my chest or my fears?" Anger thickly drips from his tone and his eyes follow Graystripe. The other tom's ears draw back as Lionheart confronts him with a disappointed expression. Although, rather than apologize for skipping training his son, Graystripe shoots him a desperate look.

Why must he always lug him out of trouble?

He bumps into a paw. Yellowfang's brows press together as she stares at him. Silence thickly surrounds her before she mutters, "You don't gotta go rescue him from the mud he got himself stuck in."

His ears pin back, another laugh tumbling out like a hairball. Even if Graystripe hurts him, he... "But I do, Yellowfang. He's my-" He cuts himself off. Quickly, he presses his paw against Yellowfang's before moving it out of his way.

Even if Graystripe and him are keeping quiet...

Even if Graystripe keeps making mistakes...

He wants to trust him just one more time. It isn't so wild to dream. Hey, his dreams are quite magical and, according to Yellowfang, shouldn't be happening! And, even excluding his dreams, he has managed to become a real warrior despite his kittypet blood. He's special. That means that, so long as he perseveres, it'll work out!

Fireheart slips between Graystripe and Lionheart, flashing the golden tabby an apologetic smile. "Please don't be too upset, Lionheart. There's a reasonable explanation." He meows and glances back at Graystripe. No shame flickers onto Graystripe's expression, but he's sure that Graystripe is just acting.

This time, he will get a proper explanation...

Lionheart's tail lashes as he narrows his eyes onto Fireheart. It's so clear that the senior warrior doesn't believe him one bit, though he sighs. "Fireheart," his voice rumbles, "My former apprentice can stand on his four paws just fine. When Bluestar gave my son to him, I was under the impression that he would be mentoring Brackenpaw, not you."

His chest tightens. Panic sparks and the flames begin to shoot across his pelt. This next part needs to be convincing. Just... Oh! "I told Graystripe I could handle training Cinderpaw and Brackenpaw. It's good to keep siblings together, isn't it? Graystripe hasn't been feeling the greatest here lately, but I assure you that we won't slack on their training." Confidence floats through his voice because it's true. This whole farce will end. Graystripe can't keep going off and abandoning him.

It works out for everyone!

Although, Lionheart's expression contorts into one of fuming rage. The golden tabby unsheathes his claws and digs them into the soft soil. His fangs bare, yet none of his actions are aimed at him. "You won't slack on training them, Fireheart." He states before glaring at Graystripe. "But Graystripe? My son told me you aren't teaching him anything!"

Graystripe looks away, finally speaking up. "I'll make sure to work with him tomorrow." He begrudgingly meows. His eyes stare off into the distance... No, off towards RiverClan.

The complete disregard of not only himself, but Brackenpaw, makes Fireheart waver.

It's not like he hasn't known. The stars know he has been ignoring it in favor of trying to peacefully resolve things. If the Clan finds out, it's over for both of them. While Graystripe may be the one screwing up, he's the kittypet letting it happen.

Lionheart towers over Graystripe, glaring his former apprentice down as if he's a bug. The stench of fear rolls off of Graystripe as he stares into Lionheart's green eyes. "If your attitude doesn't change-" Within that very moment, Lionheart's paw slams down onto Graystripe's head and smashes him into the dirt.. "-Bluestar is going to have to beg StarClan to let me off with just exile to the Dark Forest."

For a few moments, Graystripe lays there stunned and helpless. His paws eventually twitch and he brings himself to croak out, "Yes... Lionheart..."

Without another word to Graystripe, Lionheart begins to walk away, not without whispering, "I don't blame you, young Fireheart," in his ear. But... Is he not to blame? He has been allowing Graystripe to do this by being a cover. Isn't he just... He's to blame.

Kittypets are always to blame.

"Are you alright?" Fireheart sheepishly asks Graystripe as he gets to his paws. The gray tom doesn't answer, so he decides to slowly tack on, "How about we eat outside of camp tonight? Just the two of us and the forest."

Graystripe looks at him. No warmth stares back at him. Nothing stares at him. There is no besides. He opens his maw, going to try something else, but Graystripe is already walking away. Desperate, he follows after him. Hushing his voice, he murmurs, "We both know that your secret meetings couldn't go on forever. Why not cut ties with your friend and-"

Finally, he gets a reply. "You don't understand, Fireheart." Graystripe snarls, not at all caring the Clan has its eyes on them. "You never do."

His fur fluffs out. Somehow, he bites back a hiss and manages to say, "Because you never talk to me." He doesn't even know who Graystripe is meeting or why! Yes, he has his assumptions - that being Silverstream - but Graystripe has never said it's her! For all he knows, it could be some tiny murderous outsider!

Tail lashing, Graystripe whirls around to face him. He recoils seeing his mate's honey-colored eyes morph into flames. Fear digs into his pelt. His chest tightens, swearing that the worst will be said. That everything will end because he was acting like a kittypet and not a Clancat when he chose not to tell Bluestar about this.

Getting nose-to-nose, Graystripe whispers under his breath, "Because it's my business."

Oh... It's- It's not. He can... He can work with this. Everything is fine. The tension in the air can always fan out. He forces up a smile, trying to get it together. "It's my business too," he defends weakly, "I've been training Brackenpaw."

Graystripe stares down at him, his gaze softening. His ears pin back as he slowly opens his maw. The gray tom's tense shoulders loosen and he lowers his head. "I'm sorry." He whispers at long last.

Fireheart waits a few seconds, desperate to hear him say more, but it never comes. In all fairness, the whole Clan is staring at them. Surely, Graystripe will tell him later.

He will, right?

"I forgive you." He says, nuzzling the crook of Graystripe's neck. The embrace is slowly returned and a purr builds in his throat. "How about we talk about it somewhere else?"

Graystripe jerks back. A laugh leaves him as he looks at the fresh-kill pile. "Let's get something to eat. I don't want all of it to be gone." The words are rushed out of him and he hurries towards it.

Tears sting his eyes. His head drops and he stares at his paws. He hasn't told a soul the truth. Even though it hurts, he has lied to those he respects and trusts all for Graystripe. No matter what, he'll protect Graystripe. He's shown that. So, why can't he be trusted? What more does he need to do?

Really, a bitter voice in his head pipes up, I shouldn't need to do anything! I'm his mate! I'm the one he said he'll be with till the stars all die! That makes me trustable, doesn't it?

Lugging himself after Graystripe, the answer weighs heavily in his gut. It sloshes around with the acid in his stomach. The taste of mouse lured him into Clan life, but now as he stares down at one, his nose can only scrunch up.

Agree, messy GreyFire is the only GreyFire that we accept 'round these parts. Also wait FireHeart+SilverStream with those circumstances is a good idea, throw GreyStripe into the dirt, FireHeart isn't the step dad he's the dad who stepped up. Also oh god oh shit oh fuck uhoh little red frostpaw be careful.

Honestly it seems pretty in-line for GreyStripe to be like that. Just like you said he's always leaving BrackenPaw and ends up with FireHeart always having to take over the mentor job, the poor guy not knowing that GreyStripe scatters off to cheat on him with SilverStream (GreyStripe told her he was single probably). FireHeart on the other hand having internalized Xenophobia is one of my favorites for him because considering the way he was brainwashed into the clan's hateful and war loving culture, it's a sad fate for him that's disguised as being an inspiring story. Also what a way to make FireHeart one of those positive people who take it to an unhealthy and extreme level, such an interesting idea for him! Full talk about the story under "Keep Reading" as to shorten the post more

Off to a great start with FireHeart recognizing that GreyStripe avoids his responsibility as a mentor. But also god…. FireHeart feeling like it's his fault that GreyStripe won't look at him or be with him often, FireHeart you're not horrible GreyStripe just needs to be hung, drawn and quartered. Side note I love YellowFang's call to FireHeart beginning with "Oi", really makes you remember the cats are British. FireHeart is trying to come up with more ways to defend him and even YellowFang has to step in and go "You don't have to always defend him, he got himself into that mess" but Fire still tries to defend Grey because he just desperately wants to see the good in him. FireHeart shows signs of dangerous optimism in his character, he thinks that because of his special dreams, he is special, and because he is special, then these things MUST end well because he - a presumably special cat - believes they will! Right?

But now we're back at the beginning of the cycle, FireHeart making pathetic excuses on behalf of GreyStripe. But instead of the cat he is talking to accepting the excuse, the cat instead becomes sick of these reasons that FireHeart brings up. LionHeart is pointing out GreyStripe's failure to properly mentor BrackenPaw, FireHeart may be handling it well, but it was GreyStripe who was assigned to teach BrackenPaw, not FireHeart. GreyStripe tries to make an empty promise that he'll do better because all he can do is "promise'" to be a better cat, all to get other's off of his back, all to avoid responsibility, all to visit Riverclan. The fact that GreyStripe's stupid ass is enough to make LionHeart - a calm, collected, and patient cat - snap and lash out at his former apprentice is truly telling of GreyStripe's ability to push even the most patient of cats over the edge. But FireHeart sees this and the other past events between him and GreyStripe and just- blames himself for it, specifically focusing on how he's the "kittypet allowing it to happen", his internalization against kittypets shows, he believes that kittypets are always to be the blame.

GreyStripe gives him a pathetic fucking apology, immediately trying to turn attention away from the situation/conversation at hand in favor of trying to distract FireHeart. He's yet again avoiding accountability and responsibility for his actions and words. He wants FireHeart to ignore the truth of their relationship but it only causes the truth to eat at FireHeart's mind, soul, and heart. FireHeart just wants everything to be better, to be normal, he wants their relationship to be just like how it was when he first joined the clans. But, he can't go back anymore, he can't go back and reject the offer of clan life, to live out the rest of his days as a Kittypet.

Poor FireHeart desperately clings onto desperation that GreyStripe will change despite the responsibilities he's avoiding. He just wants GreyStripe to love him and wants GreyStripe to know that his heart will always belong to him, but the same can't be said for GreyStripe. GreyStripe's heart, rather, belongs to someone else.

It's so sad to read about FireHeart's feelings, he genuinely just wants to love GreyStripe but GreyStripe is a cheating son of a bitch who wants Fire to defend him on every immature thing he does. FireHeart please just leave GreyStripe for good come on please

#blimbo rambles #ask #also sorry if my response is a little different. I'm pretty tired right now

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Sknce you're in need of more female character promots: I'm on a weird Frostfur kick and would kill for a piece from your frost/lion/tiger/golden polycule au with her feelings, particularly after book 5 when Tiger has maimed 2 of her daughters and killed her sister.

I also have a prompt involving Goldenflower in the askbox that would go really, really well as a companion piece to this one. So I'll be trying to tackle these two to finish up days 19 and 20. I do best with talky fics so I'm gonna need her to be there to provide a back and forth. And it's a good way to add some tension and exposit a bit about the things going on with the pfurr dynamic concept that make this one so fascinating.

(Want a chance at having your prompt picked for one of the last 10 days we have of November? Check out my guidelines and submit it. The more I have to pick from the better.)

Even outside the medicine den Frostfur could still smell the distinctive tang of blood. It clung to the insides of her nostrils like a tick to an elder’s fur. And in every moment that she couldn’t see to her daughter it bit, it bit without any chance for her to lodge it out.

She’d seen how her children had reacted, Brackenfur, Thornpaw, and even Cinderpelt barred by Yellowfrang from disturbing her, from spending their every waking moment observing, fretting, getting in the way of the delicate care Brightpaw required right now. She had to be firm with her now adult children, make them control the immense grief they felt for their sister (and their brother, Frostfur thought, they did afterall grew up with him as one), set the example even though she desperately wanted to give in to the same impulse as they were feeling.

Yellowfang updated them daily and Fireheart continued to brief the whole of camp on the situation out on the territory daily as well. And with both of them the situation seemed at an impasse. It wracked her with anxiety. How long would it be until Brightpaw is beyond recovery? How long would it be until someone tried the same thing as her daughter? How long could they still live like this, the thorns erected to protect them turned into a cage?

As Frostfur pondered these questions, seated upon her nest despite the sun at its height, she saw from the entrance to the warriors’ den a distinctive golden tabby pelt. “May I share your nest for a few moments?” she asked, bowing her head.

It had been quite a few moons since they stopped sharing one. It was now much smaller than when it was four of them. Still she shuffled aside and did her best to make room for the larger queen.

A part of her wanted to be furious with her, tell her that she had rejected her children from the moment she had denied to denounce that bloodthirsty traitor, that she had been the one to put them on his crosshairs. But that really wasn’t fair. Tigerclaw had joined the golden littermates in their nest first. And it had been her decision to seek entry into Lionheart’s nest rather than the other way around, even if Brindleface would’ve been amenable to the idea.

nd Goldenflower hadn’t really had a choice. The only other sire in her nest she could name would’ve been her brother, so between staining his reputation, raise suspicion around her loyalty, and just letting the Clan carry on assuming what they already were she simply let it all take its course. At least that way she knew she hadn’t made her predicament worse.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t notice earlier,” Goldenflower began. “It was... I really don’t even know how I failed to realize it, how I couldn’t see the warning signs, the hostility between my brother and him, the--”

“I don’t blame you,” Frostfur said with a sigh. “It’s not going to help Brightpaw get better... and it’s not like I was any better in that regard. I could’ve noticed as well. It’s also my fault.”

Goldenflower solemnly nodded, wrapping a paw around her former nestmate to bring her into a hug. “Faith in StarClan is all we have right now. And we mustn’t give it up lest we end up like Bluestar.”

“Faith in StarClan is all we have,” Frostfur echoed. “I have my own apology to offer.”

“If anything that should be me,” Goldenflower replied. “I left you when you needed me most. And even if in the eyes of the Clan I would no longer be a pipfurr to your children, between us I could always be.”

“Still it was an inconsiderate thing for me to do,” Frostfur replied.

“We can talk more about that and how it made me feel after Brightpaw is doing better,” Goldenflower said, pushing her into her chest deliberately. “For now please do not carry that burden. Now is not the time.”

#warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #frostfur #goldenflower

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