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blimbo-buddy · 3 months

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As a person who's so fucked up obsessed with Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, how bad would it be to isekai into Warrior Cats and could you feasibly make it work or leave?

Like the human protagonists are always summoned due to world going fucky-wucky and you the sole human have the power to fix it with your chosen partner.

I think if I were transported into WC, allowed to spawn into any clan, have my dimensional scream (PMD explorers power where you can see the future and past but it's activated by interacting with certain people and objects).

I think I'd just fuck off tbh but only come back if the calamity is like actually threatening to destroy stuff more than the clans.

PMD protags almost always have amnesia (almost always because iirc in Super you don't lose your memories-)

What would you do if you were isekai'd into Warrior Cats by not Starclan and told you have to save the world.

Would you do it even if you're forced into the clans?

I really like the idea of getting isekai'd into Warrior Cats specifically, becoming another pawn to the dictating narrative and forced to conform to the status quo of the stagnancy of the Clans. Do you fade into the background? Do you eventually give in to the narrative? Do you try and fight against the narrative and have your existence wiped in an instant? So many ideas to consider

I think if I got isekai'd into Warriors I think I'd probably end up fucking up the narrative, my appearances would be jumbled and all over the place by not a fumbling writing team, but by my own hand. Make them question their own writing choices y'know. But don't we all want to do that now don't we

Two stories that involve humans being turned into Warrior Cats that I can think of off the top of my head:

Honey's horrible time by the-owl-tree: Protagonist got hit and killed by a truck and was reincarnated into a fake series called FrostBlaze's Destiny. Really cool with how it uses the entire "The actual story takes place in a fake story series" and delves into how a human might try and adapt to a series that they used to read, as a character within said series.

Maliceclan by stupidwarriorkitties: A clangen blog run by one of my friends and mutuals Frog/Oliver. A company responsible for the destruction of a Clan's territory (and the Clan itself) are killed after their hq collapses and they are reincarnated into a Clan by an angered god (not Starclan). They run into some strange, other-worldly encounters of varying concern from being tormented by the god that killed them, to being grabbed at by a skeleton in a cave.

#blimbo rambles #ask #wc

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kitteqq · 3 years

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lovely day with you

#warrior cats #warrior cats oc #frostblaze #moonfield #ah i miss drawing them..... beloveds #super happy how this came out too :D #crowpost #crowart

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redarrowhouse · 5 years

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Blood on the snow

Preface: Read http://ocarina-of-what.tumblr.com/post/182736834669/whats-left-behind first, as this picks up almost immediately after the arrival of Frostblaze and Kipcha.

He knelt at the mouth of the cage, undoing the last clasps around the muzzles. Dried blood flecked his fingertips, sticky in the cold and bright against the white fur and snow. A voice was trying to talk to him, faint, maybe one of the stable hands pulling at his shoulder. They’d said something about the wolves fighting like demons, but it didn’t really register. Frostblaze and Kipcha were back. Without her.

They never left without her.

Never.

Cold hands combed through white fur, voice soft as Ithranicus tried to be as soothing as possible. Kipcha, freed from her muzzle, nipped at him, trying to tear those same fingers away from the man invading their space.

Anger, and rage. So much anger and rage.

“Kipcha, it’s me. It’s Ith. See?”

The glove on his free hand was pulled off, the uncovered hand offered to the raging wolf. If they were as intelligent as Veli implied, the wolf would understand.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m not here to hurt you, Kipcha.”

A soothing hand roamed through Frostblaze’s fur, while his other hovered just out of reach from the snapping jaws and razor teeth. It became something of a game; every attempt at touch was rewarded with an attempt at shredding his hand, mouth and fingers playing back and forth in their dance.

“Go ahead, Kipcha. Sate your rage. It’s okay.”

The early rays of the sun settled against the snow, rising on another day. Peeking through the stable doors and spilling over the animals kept therein, brilliantly lighting the cold white fur on Frostblaze’s flanks and muzzle. Dusty gold fur settled next to him; Kipcha lay nuzzled against her mate in fitful slumber. Pinned against the wall, crimson and gold resplendent in the morning light despite the dirt and fur besmirching the colors, Ithranicus stirred as the light spilled across his eyes. Rising, ensuring the injured pair weren’t disturbed, he quietly slipped free of the cage.

Velianor, his old apprentice, was missing and hurt. He had to know what happened to her, wanted to go himself- but that wasn’t feasible. He had people counting on him now, had a command of his own, had to make decisions with other people’s lives. The days of dropping everything to run into the wilds were closing fast, it seemed. Another would have to go in his place.

“Kipcha. Frostblaze.”

One eye snapped open, narrowed and hungry. A second rolled to attention, hurt and pained.

“Ready to go find her?”

Clad in heavy furs against the cold, cradling a rifle half his own height, Anokirin Sunstalker left the Sunguard camp a few hours after dawn broke. With him came a dusty gold wolf, reluctant to leave, but determined to go. A hunting party.

Together they trotted into the cold and the snow, trails dark with blood and chaos, Kipcha leading the way to the last known places that her master had been. Velianor was not going to be left behind.

@ocarina-of-what

#Phoenix Wars #Velianor Novastorm #Anokirin Sunstalker #Ithranicus Redarrow #Kipcha #Frostblaze #the sunguard

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we-rate-warrior-names · 4 years

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hey there! so i have an apprentice named frostedpaw (because he has a lot of white on his pelt, with blue-toned tabby underneath) and i'm trying to think of a warrior name for him! he is going to be a tank when he is an adult, with two little fangs that stick out a tiny bit when he closes his mouth. he's a gentle giant though, who is very outgoing and friendly to almost everyone he meets!

I hope these help!

Frostfang

Frostsnap

Frostblaze

Frostbear

Frostoak

Frostcloud

Frostberry

Froststep

Frostwhisker

Frostbranch

#frostpaw #anonymous #warrior cats

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baraste-legacy · 4 years

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Joel and Laraiah (Commission) by IcedWingsArt “Joel Frostblazer, a human Jedi who survived the Jedi Purge, was lost and alone in the galaxy. Laraiah Tane, a Twi-Togruta who escaped a life of slavery, tried to find a way and make a name for herself in that galaxy. Somehow, among the stars, they found each other. He is serious, structured, and seeks not excitement. She is wild, spontaneous, and longs for adventure.Could their be a better match?“

Please visit the artist’s pages at DeviantArt, Tumblr, Instagram, and her Twitch and Discord.

#togruta #star wars #fan art #togruta art #deviantart #icedwingsart

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thedragonisaprincess · 5 years

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Howl In The Dawn

The first sign of daylight had lightened the night sky into a muted purple, and the Sunguard’s main camp seemed quiet save for the guards getting ready to be relieved of their shift; perhaps those who were early risers had begun to stir in their tents. Snow was still present, and though the cold nights had not been quite as harsh as before, the ground was becoming more wet as signs of Spring were beginning to show with a gradual melt and crunch of those white hillsides and banks.

Approaching from the east, a dire wolf as massive as many of the cavalry’s warhorses and nearly camouflaged by her pale sand-colored fur, slow and tired from an arduous journey. One guard who was a volunteering fighter from The Farstriders recognized the beast and allowed The Blonde through, though curious and somewhat alarmed that the wolf was alone; missing the woman she was bonded to. Tied at the neck and hidden under The Blonde’s thick, winter guard hairs was a satchel that seemed to be made from skins of animals recently caught. Determined to reach her target, The Blonde did not stop to let the Farstrider check this satchel, and walked her way silently through the camp with only the crunch of snow beneath her paws alerting her presence.

The scent of Ethalarian Dawnstalker and Nuellen’s wolf Moro grew stronger and eventually The Blonde had arrived in time to greet the Blood Knight when he walked out from his tent, still pulling himself from a restless sleep.

His reaction, understandably, was one of immediate shock and then panic. He began to look around the immediate area The Blonde was standing, “Where is she?! Where-- Where is Nuellen?!”

He addressed the dire wolf directly, knowing the connection The Blonde and Amarr had to Nuellen, and seemed to understand general feelings and intentions from others. Yet, all the wolf did was wag her tail gently and lean forward to lick the entire left side of his face with the broad side of her tongue. He seemed to grow more frustrated and was about to continue his fruitless interrogation of a four-legged creature, but forced himself to calm as he watched The Blonde sit back onto the snow and yawn wide, lifting her head to expose the leather pouch tied to her neck.

The surge of concern and adrenaline made Larry’s hands shake as he went to untie and remove the pouch. Another deep breath was needed before he opened the pouch, not caring to admire the fact that somehow Nuellen had pulled enough twine from her supplies to sew the damn thing together.

Inside were three pieces of parchment folded neatly and marked on the outside with different sets of initials: BK E.D., AK A.B., and Arch. T.T.

He quickly identified which initials belonged to their person and made to remove his letter, but his eye caught the glint of metal resting at the bottom of the pouch. He reached and felt his heart sink as he pulled forth two necklaces; one of which was very familiar to him. Thinking the worst already, he looked down and pulled his letter. He only read what was addressed to him, but after some time, he dressed and left his tent once more, letters in hand and moving to make sure they were delivered to their intended recipient.

Nuellen’s Messages:

Under The Cut

Ethalarian,

I write this as I camp somewhere on the far Eastern side of Quel’Thalas, between a mountain range and perhaps a few weeks walk to The Goldsea; it’s a bit hard to tell right now. I don’t plan to linger very long here, and I don’t know how long this message will take getting to you, so I can only say that I’m alive and have avoided most conflict. I’m uninjured, if a little hungry, most of the prey animals are keeping warm and out of the snow.

These weeks of tracking have been almost too long - Amarr and The Blonde caught scent of Kipcha and we followed her trail as some allies were trying to get her to lead them to Velianor’s location, but Kipcha broke away and ran back the way they were traveling. I expect perhaps Frostblaze is injured and she was returning to her mate... Instead of turning back, we pressed forward; lost the scent a few times, but have finally found something.

Time has worn away any sort of direction Veli and her pack were headed, but someone had her on the run. I found wolf bodies, well worn by decay, but no sign of Velianor or a body. I’ve been canvassing the area for the better part of two weeks now; I may have found a site where she could have fallen, but there’s no signs of a body, nor any kind of scavenging. I have a fresher scent now, though...

I also have proof that I’ve made headway and have packed them with these letters to you, Aestus, and The Archon; I remember catching a glance of her wearing these necklaces a few times and I assume they weren’t removed voluntarily.

There is no trail, so Amarr and I will circle and widen the area for any possible signs or routes that she could have taken. I will not assume that she has been taken captive or killed.

I’ve done some training of my own with Amarr and The Blonde. I believe they now will have a connection to my well being, similarly to Velianor and her wolves but not quite as strong. The Blonde is to remain with you and Aestus for the time being, but if she will let you know if something is wrong.

I love you. This will have a positive outcome. Believe in that.

-Nuellen

P.S. Please make sure that Archon Truefeather gets my report.

Aestus,

Finding our Velianor has not been easy, and it remains a challenge, but I believe I’ve made progress finally and now have more to work with.

Bad News first: Much of her pack has been eliminated, it seems. Some kind of skirmish happened and she was forced to retreat but not without pursuit. I found the necklaces I’ve sent with The Blonde hanging from a tree in one valley section, but I also found a few other signs that Amarr and I could get a solid scent from.

Better News: I have not found any evidence of a body or scavenging from other animals. This means she’s not here and I will continue to track her down. It will still take some time to circle the area and extend our search, but I’m confident Amarr and I will catch up to her. Wherever she is.

I realize this message may bring you and Ethalarian more distress, but keep your head clear. Don’t let the Worst Scenario worm it’s way to you. There’s something in my bones telling me that she isn’t gone from this realm; certainly you feel the same thing?

Keep hold of that feeling.

I’ll find her; and we will return together. Keep breathing.

-Nuellen

Archon Telchis Truefeather,

Nuellen Swiftstrike, Pathfinder Dawnward and Farstrider Ranger-Captain, writing to you in regards to the whereabouts and status of fellow Dawnward Velianor Novastorm. Apologies, first off and also in hindsight, for departing without previous approval from Superiors; this mission to track and locate the Dawnward started and has only been one of Personal and Emotional gain to myself and other members who are close to Velianor. However, I am acting alone and did not attempt to convince anyone else to join me; any repercussions for my actions against orders, I will accept when I return with Dawnward Novastorm, alive or otherwise.

I’m unaware of her reason for being so far from any other units, but that is not a concern to me, at current... Only that myself and others were alerted by one of her bonded wolves that something severely wrong had happened to her and the wolf pack she travels with. She had escaped the main camp and I decided to follow.

I’ve managed to track down a site along the mountainside South East of The Goldsea that I believe she had encountered an enemy force and retreat was required. However, the retreat was followed - perhaps harried - as many of her wolves are now rotting in the snow. The body of the Dawnward in particular was not discovered, nor have there been signs of any scavenging in the area; not even a finger bone was located. I have, however, found a lead and have chosen to follow it. If I find she is captured by any enemies, I will send my black Dire Wolf Amarr with notice and continue to track, but I will not engage. Otherwise, if she is found recovering or otherwise, I will report to the nearest camp with Dawnward Novastorm in my care.

I understand this is a minor update among events that are far more important. Please consider this letter an official report of investigation for The Sunguard’s archives.

Light and Lady Aessina Keep You Safe,

Nuellen Swiftstrike Alah’ni

Long Overdue Post Regarding Velianor Novastorm’s Phoenix War Stories: Planting Seeds in a Garden You Never Get to See and What’s Left Behind while eventually leading up to The Forgotten Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Tagged For Mentions: @ocarina-of-what // @theletter27 ( @shampoocommercialelves ) // @trained-trainwreck ( @ethalarian) // @felthier ( @thesunguardmg )

#My Writing #OC Writing #World of Warcraft #Nuellen Swiftstrike #Velianor Novastorm #Ethalarian Dawnstalker #Aestus Battlevalor #The Sunguard #The Phoenix Wars

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