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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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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Hello hello! I just found your blog through your Ichigo post and it was absolutely 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 straight deliciousness

May I request some SFW and NSFW boyfriend and girlfriend headcanons with Ichigo?

Ofc you may <3

No joke I love ichigo sm he doesn't get nearly as much love as he should

If you want a male version, drop me a pm and I'll be happy to oblige :) or if you wanna remain anonymous, drop an ask and let me know exactly which post you're talking about :)

Warning: Some NSFW content, mentions of blood...

Masterlist <3

Ichigo Boyfriend Scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 1

He meets your pets

The first time he had actually met one of your cats was before he even met you.

He had been walking down an alleyway to get home, unknowingly passing by your own house as he carried his schoolbag over his shoulder. In the silence of the isolated alley, he suddenly heard a 'mraow' coming from a nearby torbie cat, which was staring up at him from in front of the gate to your house, as if it was expecting something.

He was a little creeped out and to be honest, he was expecting it to start talking at him much like Yoroichi would. He looked around shiftily, a little unnerved as the harmless little creature stared dead into his soul.

The carrot-top was seconds away from just turning around and walking away until the cat mewled at him again, strolling closer to plop down on his feet and start purring and rolling around, making the boy sweatdrop.

"What do you want from me? I don't have food-..."

He just couldn't keep himself from crouching down the give the soft fur a few pets, watching with a ghost of a smile on his face as the cat headbutted his hand and blinked slowly at him.

So when the two of you had first gotten together and you had invited him over to hang out one day, he was surprised to see that you lived so close by. You had mentioned living only a few minutes away, but he didn't think you'd live on the same street. He had never seen you walking to school or anything, but as it turns out, that was because you liked using the main roads and going through the other entrance because that street is more lit up and less creepy.

Then it made sense. He was about to comment but he stopped short when he had seen the infamous cat sitting on your couch, looking awefully pleased with itself. Over time he had come to think that this cat was a stray, and had stopped to pet her almost every day - he had fed her treats, even given her a nickname.

"Hey, I know you-..."

You were surprised to see your boyfriend walk up to your absolute creature of a cat and start petting her, since she's usually a little hostile to strangers, and can be a bit of a bitch at times. She's well known by neighbours as this dubious little little gremlin, and has earned a bit of a reputation for being a menace - a threat, if you will.

And yet, she just sits there, purring and headbutting your man like an angel as if she hadn't literally gifted you your neighbours live gerbil as a present this morning. You had spent almost two hours strying to catch the damn thing and were halfway contemplating setting fire to the house and moving away while she watched. You absolutely adore her though, and she had been sitting on your lap all day until you had to leave to pick Ichigo up.

He just stroked her while she let him, and you simply stood there in shock, joining him hesitantly as you stare at your cat, Toaster, like she's grown a second head.

"So... she hasn't... bitten you? Maybe stolen your credit card info? gifted you a beetle?"

Okay. Now Ichigo stares at you like you've grown a second head. Jeez, you were only joking... sort of. She is a bit of a biter.

"I even named her and everything, I thought she was a stray. I named her Beef."

"That's... an interesting name, not like I can really talk though, since I named her Toaster..."

The two of you spoke like this, talking about your cat and you share horror stories like this morning with him, making him almost choke on his laugh while you both sit snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie with Toaster-Beef stretched across both of your laps.

He walks in on you changing

You had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a small towel as rivulets of now cold water trickle down your skin. Your pyjamas lay on your bed as you drop the towel that hid your body, reaching for the oversized shirt which you definitely stole from ichigo.

You just barely manage to pull it over tits before you hear the click of the door opening, and in comes your boyfriend - your boyfriend, that has a key to your house, which you hadn't even thought about since you'd given it to him. In his hands he holds your chemistry textbook, and you hadn't even realised that you'd left it at his house on accident. You can't really focus on that right now, though, as he pauses and stares straight at your ass and your hips, entranced by the sight in front of him.

You let out an indignified squeal as your brain finally starts rebooting, pulling down your shirt to hide yourself while that dumbass just looks at you and smiles, admiring how pretty you are.

"Get out, dumbass!-"

The two of you are close enough to be comfortable seeing eachother naked by now, but this was so sudden and you hadn't the chance to mentally steel yourself beforehand, so you end up blushing like a wobbly mess and swatting at him to get him to leave, a little miffed at the interruption.

His cheeks are dusted pink as you pout at him, and all he can think of is how cute you are, and how much he fucking adores you.

"You're so cute..."

You flush. With that dumb, stupid look on his stupid face, how could you kick him out? You practically melt and release a defeated sigh, pretending to still be annoyed, but he's just so adorable you wanna see what other cute faces this man can make, and you wonder just how red that blush can get.

It's dark outside, so the curtains are drawn and the lights are low, since you replaced your normal bulb with fairy lights that you had impulsively put everywhere, and around the room hang little Polaroid photos of you and Ichigo and some of your family, a few depicting days out with your friends. The air is warm and you shut your door as you stand in front of your man, blinking up at him and smirking when his eyebrows furrow. Good... He's starting to get bashful. What a cutie.

The lighting in the room reflects on his skin as well as your own, and he looks like a piece of art, backed against the wall and blushing like this. It surely doesn't help that you're not wearing any underwear.

Your body slowly leans against him, your legs slotted together and your thigh resting snug against his clothed dick. Ichigo looks feverous with excitement, and you rest your cheek against his, leaning on your tip toes so you're able to reach.

"Like what you see?..."

It's literally not possible to not tease him, and he shudders a little as you grind your leg against him just barely, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist and lower back to pull you closer, leaning down to kiss you on the lips like he's starved of touch. He only pulls away when you moan quietly into his mouth, smirking at you and pressing a light nip to your neck before talking back.

"What do you think?"

It's not long before he grinds his thigh up against the heat of your pussy, immitating the way that you've been teasing him and he pushes you harder against his thigh by your hips, eliciting a pleased purr from you.

You get a new piercing

It's hot in Karakura town, so when Orihime suggests a pool party, everyone immediately agrees with enthusiasm.

Everyone's chattering excitedly on the way to the public, outdoors pool, but you're a little bummed that you can't go in. That didn't stop you from bringing your new swimsuit though, since you're planning on taking the opportunity to tan. Orihime already knows that you can't get tempted to swim or else you risk your still-healing belly piercing getting infected. It's only been about four months.

Ichigo, on the other hand, does not know this information. He walks along beside you, having a conversation with Chad that you weren't really listening to. Suddenly, you realise that you haven't actually told him about your latest body mod, and you hum quietly, thinking to yourself that he's in for a surprise once you change out of your clothes and strip down to your swimsuit.

You had bought a cute bikini just for this occasion, and you're absolutely obsessed with it, as well as Orihime and Rukia, and of course, Chizuru. The top half of the bikini has little heart shaped links that connect the bra to the straps, and the piece is a cute light green to match the bottom, which has the same little heart link at the hips.

Once you all arrive at the pool, everyone splits into boys and girls to change, and you part with Ichigo with a quick peck to his cheek.

Okay, maybe you had just done that to make him look cool in front of his friends. Maybe to embarrass him just a little too...

Mizuiro and Keigo give him a pat on the back as he blushes and grumbles, and you laugh with Rukia because she saw right through your evil scheme.

In the girls changing room you get literally bombarded with complements and hugs, everyone studying the shiny, dangling jewellery and your piercing, that's in its final stages of healing. Already you're feeling bashful and your self esteem is higher than before, so when you walk out to meet the guys you're met with Keigo's heart eyes, specifically.

Immediately he is smacked straight in the nose as Ichigo stares at you, not even bothering to look at him or shake out his fist as his eyes lock onto your belly and stay there. He looks amazed and confused all at the same time, taking in the change and wondering how long it's been there. How long has it been since he's last seen you naked? Damn...

You can almost tell what he's thinking and you snicker a little, your abdomen fluttering while you smile up at him, hoping that this is a positive reaction.

You don't have to hope for very long. Immediately he's ushering you away to a qieter part of the pool to inspect it while everyone else is distracted, almost leaning in to touch it before you swat his hands away.

"No touching, babe... It still hurts."

"Oh- sorry... How long has it been there? Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I wouldn't like it...?"

He's giving you puppy eyes at this point, and you coo at him and grab his face, holding it in your hands and smushing his cheeks together as you go on a little rant in your head about how cute and baby and squishy and adorable he is, communicating all of these thoughts into a little kiss.

His reaction is priceless. His nose scrunches up and he wriggles out of your reach, embarrassed at the PDA and slinking into the pool a couple of feet away. He's still facing you, but he's got his arms crossed on the side of the pool, resting his chin on his forearm.

Just to get a little closer to him, you scooch forward and kick a leg over him so that his face is close to your belly and the little dangling playboy bunny that catches the light, your legs spread at either side of his elbows.

"Nah. I mean... I was a little anxious I guess, but I mainly just wanted to surprise you with it."

He still couldn't take his eyes off of the cute little playboy bunny, completely entranced by it.

He sees you crying

Everything that could've gone wrong today, did exactly that. You had gotten into an argument with an upperclassman about your uniform and lack of work ethic at the very beginning of the day, you'd got your failed math test back, Ichigo was out all day doing Soul Reaper work, it had started raining on your way back from school and on top of it all, you might be coming down with a cold.

The first thing you do when you get home is storm to your bedroom, soaking wet with rain water and absolutely freezing cold, and change into your pyjamas to hide under the covers until next week.

Slow tears irritate your cheeks and leave your eyes red as you sob into your pillow, not hearing Ichigo walking up the steps to your room after greeting your mother, who knew to leave you alone and not overwhelm you after a bad day.

He had gotten to the top of the stairs when he heard your hiccupped breathing, his eyebrows furrowing when he starts to worry about you. Were you crying? What happened? Do you want to be alone? He wants to comfort you so badly, but he doesn't know what's upset you, and how he should go about comforting you, even. What if he just makes you more upset?

Eventually, he decides that he's far too worried to back away like a bad partner, and he tentatively knocks on your door, saying your name so that you know it's him. The hallway he's standing in is dark and the only light is coming from the kitchen downstairs where your mom is and the dim, blue glow peeking from beneath your door. After he gets no answer from you, he opens the door slowly, shutting it behind him and letting out a strained breath, greeted with the sight of you huddled in your blankets and the sound of you crying softly into your pillow.

"Hey, It's okay, come on... You're okay, what happened? Do you want to talk?"

After getting a shake of your head in response he tilts his head and pets your hair, knowing that it relaxes you when he does that. The bed creaks under the pressure of your boyfriend joining you under your duvet, and his large hand cradles the back of your head, guiding you to cry into his chest.

And that you do. You sniffle and weep into his shirt, probably ruining it with all sorts of cursed, snotty fluids.

When you've finally cried all of your tears you find yourself feeling much better with Ichigo's comfort. He didn't make you talk when you just wanted to cry, and he gave you the quiet support you needed once he got the hint. Life is so much better with him, and all of your problems seem to disappear as soon as he's in your sight.

You bleed on his bed

You had woken up in the middle of the night with the worst cramps you've had in a while, and in your disoriented and tired state it takes a few more seconds of processing before you realise what this must mean.

Not now, and most definately not here-...

Well, it's now, and it's here.

You quickly shimmy out of your boyfriend's arms, trying to assess the damage you've made to Ichigo's sheets, and damn. He's gonna need to buy new sheets. There are tears already forming in your eyes already as you stop freeze, listening to the soft, relaxed breaths of the occupant of the bed, his bed.

It's not even close to being light outside yet, and the birds are silent outside, the only light in the room being from Ichigo's analogue clock. It's two in the morning.

The stain on the bed is the size of a dinner plate and your shorts are in bad condition, your inner thighs stained with the blood that still drips. The feeling has nausea bubbling in your stomach in chest as you rush to the bathroom quietly, panicking about how Ichigo will react. Shit. Okay. Just get in the shower and refresh yourself first.

You spend a good fifteen minutes in the shower, trying to avoid the outside world for a little while as stress pours through your veins, long strands of hair sticking to your body under the spray of hot water, easing your cramps just a little.

You feel so bad for ruining his matress, and you're gonna have to wake him up to change the sheets and face what you've done. This is literally so embarrassing that you want to curl up into a ball and stop existing.

As you finally get out of the shower you dry and dress yourself, using a pad and slipping a dirty pair of Ichigo's sweats, but when you walk out of the door, Ichigo's sitting on new sheets, reading a book with a pair of reading glasses that he knows you think are adorable.

He's facing you now, looking up from his book and smiling up at you softly, and it doesn't take long for you to crawl into his arms and whine, cradling your belly as you apologise and hide your face in his lap.

He only strokes his fingers through your hair and covers you with a blanket, telling you that it's okay, and that it's not your fault.

"It's just natural. Besides, am I, of all people, gonna be phazed by a little blood...?"

When he puts it that way you realise how paranoid you were being before, considering that his clothes get stained with a new injury every other day.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Better than before, at least... 'm still sorry."

He just laughs quietly and hands you a painkiller and some water, shifting his legs so that you sit up and pressing a peck to your neck as you ready yourself to go back to sleep, the two of you cuddling as the bedside lamp is turned off.

#ichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x y/n #ichigo kurosaki x reader #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach ichigo #bleach scenarios #boyfriend scenarios #fem reader #bleach boyfriend scenarios

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clanborn · 3 months

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Why does the warriors fandom always draw every tortie cat with black and ginger????? Like guys brown and ginger torties exist. I’ve seen very few artists do it. I think spottedleaf and monkeystar look great as brown torties. It’s always really confused me bc brown torties and torbies are gorgeous cats

It may partially be that the only official designs of tortie characters are always black and ginger. But I feel like I personally see a lot of variety in tortie designs especially within the past few years, I feel like people have gotten more experimental as more design blogs pop up and they want to make their designs distinct but recognizable. But idk though

#i dont think i’m really the guy to ask about this i can’t remember the last time i drew a tortie lmao #ask #anon

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dravikso · 17 days

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Hey this is like so random but your long-furred Narinder lowkey reminded me of my cat and I just wanted to show you (he looks so jaw-droppingly amazing in your style btw) he looks like a Maine Coon like that (my cat is a coonie)

It's been really fun to see everyone send photos of their Maine coons in response to the Narinder fanart; I didn't end up saying anything about it in the post itself but I did base him on a Maine coon and it seems a lot of people caught on lol (even though I felt I was pretty loose with some of the trademark characteristics) . Your fellow is very pretty btw :>

I don't have a black Maine coon but we do have a dilute torbie and used to have a silver tabby so I was a little bit biased when choosing what long-haired breed to base him on perhaps lol

#ask #image

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cryptidclaw · 2 years

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LEAFPOOL!!!!! MY BLORBO!!!

this is a redesign, but I barely changed anything, I just redrew her with my improved style, made her proportions even chonkier, and made her stripes more simple! I LOBE HER SO MUCH U DONT UNDERSTAND

here is her prev. design!

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Leafpool from Warrior Cats. She is standing with her left side facing us, and she has a happy but unsure expression on her face, she is smiling and blushing. She is a short, round, fat, torbie molly. She is mostly brown with dull orange on the right half of her face, on a round patch on her back, a spot on her leg and from the middle of her tail to the end. She has white from between her eyebrows, around her eyes, and down her cheeks, and she has freckles across her cheeks as well. Her eyes are orange, and her nose and inner ears are light pink. She has a yellow flower and two green leaves behind her ears as well as two leaves at her tail base and pale blue purple and pink flowers on her flank./End ID]

Info about her in my au! I warn you, it is very long v

First off the biggest change is that she is mates with Mothwing instead of Crowfeather! I am actually changing up Crow a lot as well! I like the idea of Leaf and Crow actually being friends instead, which will make even more since when I get into Crowfeather in my au!

Leafpool starts out like she is in the books, a perfect devout follower of Starclan, but she has too big of a heart and falls for Mothwing. Mothwing has never understood the rules about Med cats since she doesn't even believe in Starclan at this point, and eventually she confesses her feelings to Leafpool, and Leaf takes a few days, thinking maybe she would get a sign from Starclan, and she does! Starclan tells her to follow her heart, sooo tells Moth that she returns her feelings!

Like in canon she eventually gets pregnant (Mothwing is trans), but one thing that's different here is that Moth, Leaf, Squirrel and Bramble are close, Moth and Bramble bond as siblings, especially after what happened with Hawk. So when Leaf gets pregnant and she and Moth plan to run away together they tell Bramble and Squirrel. They don't want to see them go but they understand why they are leaving, and they promise to keep quiet. But when Leaf and Moth get the message from Midnight, they come back, and Cinderpelt dies, Squirrel and Bramble promise to help them! Like in canon Starclan tells Squirrel to raise the 3, and this time Bramble knows about it!

Watching her kits grow up being raised by someone else is painful for Leafpool, as well as Moth since she cant even see her kits as often, being in another clan. And over time Leaf starts to get more and more doubtful of Starclan, Moth at this point knows they are real, but she thinks of them just as dead cats “why should we listen to them?” and Leaf starts to get where Moth is coming from... They had told her to follow her heart hadn't they? and was that really meant to help her? with her and her mate now suffering without their kits? had this been fated?

She watches her daughter become filled with anger and hatred for Leaf and Moth, she watches her loose herself to this hatred, she watches her call them out in front of the clans.

But, when this happens several cats come to Leafpool's defense! While Leaf is sitting in horror of what has happened, Mothwing stands next to her mate, claws unsheathed ready to fight anyone who would dare harm her, and soon after Squirrelflight snaps out of her surprise and does the same, followed by Brambleflower. Crowfeather joins them, Tawnyclaw is next, and several more of these cat’s friends and allies do as well.

The clans are not what they used to be, the borders are weak, warriors have many friends within other clans, some even have mates, kits even! Many of the laws of the warrior code have been weakened or forgotten for the sake of a new more peaceful life in the new territories. Many cats wonder, why should that not be the same for Medicine cat law? Mothwing climbs up next to the leaders and asks why a cat should have had to hide her kits away at all? Why when Starclan themselves had told her to take a mate, had allowed her to have kits?

Though Hollyleaf has run away with Lion and Jay following after her, the meeting continues, and many things change about the medicine code that night.

(more happens after this obv. but I haven't planned it all out yet hehe)

After everything that happens to her Leafpool has much the same snarky attitude about Starclan as Jaywing does. While she still will take their prophecies and commune with them, she takes it all with a grain of salt. She is known for being kind to everyone and always trying to see the good in people, but Starclan? no they are going to have to prove they're worth listening to.

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #warrior cats #warrior cats design #leafpool #leafpool design #leafpool warrior cats #thunderclan #medicine cat #PO3 AU

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love-and-hisses · 1 year

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You'd think getting 4 kittens to look at the camera at the same time would be easier than getting, say, 7 kittens to do the same, BUT IT AIN'T SO. Someone's always looking away. … Information about these kittens, since I only really posted the details once or twice: … Plover (gray floofy kitten on the far left) is a girl. Her date of birth is April 23, 2023, which makes her 5 1/2 weeks. She and her sister Starling (brown tabby, far right) were found as hours-old newborns along with a deceased sibling on a horse farm where Forgotten Felines of Huntsville was doing a huge Trap-Neuter-Return job. She is shaped like a potato with legs (her floofiness makes her look even more potato-shaped than she actually is), and I have nicknamed her "Tater." … Wren (the torbie in the back) is a girl. Her date of birth is April 11, 2023, which makes her 7 weeks old as of yesterday. She and her sister Felicity came to me when they were about 2 days old (and I believe they were both premature, they were so tiny). Their mother wasn't producing milk and couldn't care for them, so they came to me. Unfortunately Felicity passed away the day after I got them. Wren has done great and has thrived (she has the strongest will to live of any kitten I've ever seen.) She's a talky girl, and I have nicknamed her "Mouth." … Rufous (the orange tabby in the middle) is a boy. His date of birth is April 16, 2023, which makes him 6 1/2 weeks. He was, I believe, abandoned by his mother (or possibly left behind when she was moving her litter - I honestly am not sure about the details of his story). He was a day (maybe two) old when I got him. For a time he drank from the bottle very well. But then he got congested, and started fighting the bottle and required tube feeding (which I can do, but I haaate it) for a couple of weeks. Then one day he said "Gimme that bottle" and never looked back. He still has a fondness for the bottle, but is the only one of the bunch who is reliably eating solid food (Wren can take it or leave it, and Plover and Starling haven't decided how they feel about it yet.) He doesn't really have a nickname, but sometimes we call him "Mister Man." .. Starling (brown tabby on the right), as mentioned, is Plover's sister (which makes her a girl). Her date of birth is April 23, 2023, which makes her 5 1/2 weeks old. As mentioned, she and Plover were found on a horse farm where Forgotten Felines was doing a huge Trap-Neuter-Return job, and they came to me when they were only hours old. Starling has always been a very slow eater (she SAVORS her bottle), which means that she usually eats last (because I don't think it's fair that everyone else has to wait 743 hours to eat because Starling is all "Ah yes, I detect notes of sweet cream in this formula and I can tell you used the filtered water, very good.") She has a meow that sounds like a creaky hinge, and so we have nicknamed her "Rusty." … They are all named after types of birds (Rufous is named after the Rufous Humminbird) and the litter as a whole is called the Nestlings. (I am fostering them for Forgotten Felines of Huntsville here in Huntsville, Alabama, and when they are 3 months old they will be spayed/neutered and adopted out.)

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greekstar · 2 years

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Here it is! It’s beautiful honestly. I did the sketch, making somewhat of the designs. While @cryptidclaw, credit to him, did the rest! Outlining and doing the art! Honestly I love what he did! Beautiful!

I loved drawing Squirrelkit and Bramblekit playing together. A ref from a kit photo I found on google lol. Poor Leafkit is tuckered out after playing all morning with her bigger littermates.

[Image ID: On the far left is Tigerclaw(star). A big dark brown and black tabby (cat)Tom with yellow-amber eyes, a scarred muzzle and ripped ear with long claws, looking at his playing kits. Next to Tigerclaw(star) is Amberheart, a bright ginger tabby she-cat with a lighter-underbelly and white markings. Along with a white tipped muzzle and medium furred with emerald green eyes. She is looking at her playing kits along side Tiger. Snuggling on Amberheart’s tail is Leafkit(heart). A light brown and ginger torbie she-cat with a lighter toned milking white on her face and paws. Half her body is cut off as Tigerclaw’s(star’s) tail cuts it off. She is sleeping on Amberheart’s tail, not really facing the front. Next to the three is Squirrelkit(talon) who is a dark ginger and black calico who is not looking towards the front, instead is playing with Bramblekit(flower). She had bright green eyes. Bramblekit is the next one, a pale ginger tabby (cat) tom with a lighter toned belly and paws like his mother, Amberheart. With light amber eyes. He is in his back legs, attacking Squirrelkit. Lastly is Tawnykit(claw) who is laying down. Facing sideways as she laying out on her belly. One paw facing the others while the other is out of sight. She is watching her littermates play. She is a dark ginger and dark brown torbie with a lighter toned on her belly tufts and muzzle. She has dark green eyes with a lighter tint./end ID]

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jayfrost-designs · 1 year

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Up next for ref sheets, one of the Discord servers I'm in was discussing Finleap and his design, and it really put me in the mood to draw him, and I've been wanting to redo his design for a while now, so I decided to take this opportunity to do it. :D So here he is! He was a right little bastard in The Raging Storm, but credit where credit's due, it's been two and a half arcs since then and he hasn't acted up once and has only been shown as loving Twig and choosing to leave TC with her when the impostor exiled her, so I'm cautiously optimistic about him not being a bastard anymore.

You can find the reverse side of his design here.

For his physical description, Finleap is described as a small, sleek, thick-furred, broad-shouldered tom with a wide forehead and part of his tail missing. I made him stouter than I did last time, but still short, and with a nice long, thick pelt. For his pattern, Finleap is described as a light brown tom with ginger legs and ears and yellow eyes. I changed up his design completely, I haven't been happy with the torbie design I had before for a while, and I've been wanting to try out a colorpoint design for him. I had a lot of fun playing around with the fine line between finding shades of light brown and ginger (a dark reddish ginger) that looked good together and didn't contrast too much, while still making them distinctively light brown and ginger without just looking like two different shades of light brown or of ginger, if that makes sense.

Overall, I'm really happy with how he turned out. :D

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randy-jade-4ever · 1 year

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Giving my beloved randy more fun facts to take to his grave!!

The Etruscan shrew is the smallest mammal ever!

Calico / tortisshell/ torbie cats are almost ALL female

Ginger cats have a high chance of being males, large, or being named Garfield!

Tom cats (males) have cute chubby cheeks made to protect their faces when fighting while mollys (females) have smaller triangular faces

Sharks like being pet!

You have a higher chance of being bitten by a New Yorker than a shark

Lemon sharks get jealous of other sharks that befriend the diver they are friends with!! (Awwww)

The long-tailed tit (hehe) exists and it's the cutest bird ever!!

And a not so fun fact.

The big-finned squid exists ( I have horrible thalasophobia if you do too don't look it up trust me )

A human toddler can swim in the veins of a blue whale

A-Anon This really is a lot b-but thank you...

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request a level 5 ship?

Fandoms:

- Peaky Blinders

- Stranger Things

- The Walking Dead

Sexuality: Demisexual (Hetero-romantic)

Pronouns: She/Her

Signs: Leo Sun, Cancer Moon, Capricorn Rising

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Love Language:

- Quality Time. This is my go-to love language.

- Acts of Second. Very close second.

Traits:

- Imaginative. And can get lost in my own thoughts and imagination.

- Introspective

- Avoidant but insightful

- Fantastical. Which is a nice way of calling myself strange.

- Loyal. It may take a while to earn my trust but once you do I am a ride or die completely.

- I do have a fear of rejection

- Organised

- Passive

- Withdrawn

- Detail oriented.

- Intellectual

- Rebellious

- Can be an isolationist but mostly because I know isolating myself is safe.

- I do have a playful and sarcastic side that is reserved for the people I truly trust.

- I have, on several occasions, been called an old soul.

- I walk the line between idealistic and realistic. Sometimes it seems like I have a foot planted firmly on either side.

My Brain/Conditions:

- Autism (I don't have an official diagnosis, but I did take a screening and my results came back that if I did go in for a diagnosis I would get diagnosed as autistic)

- OCD (checking and intrusive thoughts)

- Prone to migraines

Fashion: Romantic Academia

Preferred Interior Design: Minimalist/Hygge

Hobbies:

- Writing (mostly fanfiction - most of it is on different accounts)

- Travelling

- Photography

- Nature Walks

Other:

- My favorite color is dusty blue

- I love working with animals and have 3 cats. A torbie named Mewlius Caesar, A black domestic shorthair named Bard, and a magpie/piebald shorthair named Dave. I also have a Reeves turtle named Keanu.

- I love leather-bound books

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Arthur Shelby. You two would be a great match as he would literally beat all your problems away. If anyone had an issue with you, he would ... well, he'd completely decimate them honestly.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Whenever he asks you about your day, he makes sure to note if you have any problems. Because he will always sort them out for you

・Calls you 'darling' and 'sweetheart'

・Likes when you make him a cup of tea when he comes home from a tough day

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

▪️ 'I'd Rather Go Blind' by Etta James

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

▪️ Emotionally Unstable x Also Emotionally Unstable But Tries To Hide It

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Arthur likes how imaginative you are, and how kind your heart is. You always take him and his feelings into account and he's so thankful of that.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Would be Ada, and Polly. The Shelby women are very close and are practically ride or die. So when they accept you, they fully accept you.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Eddie Munson! I think he would be a great match for you because of his loud nature. Opposites would really attract in this situation. Where you're quiet, he's loud and talkative. He would love raving on about DnD to you, what's happening in Hellfire and the like.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Loves your writing and has asked you if you'd like to write something for the campaign he's doing in Hellfire

・You'd be best friends at first, and then your relationship became romantic. He adores your point of view

・Calls you 'sweetheart'

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

▪️ The Immigrant Song by Led Zepplin

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

▪️ Dumbass x Oh God I Guess That’s My Dumbass

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Loves your mind. He constantly asks you for your opinion, because it's so different than anyone else's.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Would DEFINITELY WITHOUT A DOUBT, be Robin. She would understand you and your feelings on a deeper level. She would be happy staying inside and watching tv, or going out and doing literally whatever you want. She's just happy to be in your company.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Daryl Dixon! I think this match-up would be the most natural. I think Daryl is on the spectrum as well, and that makes relationships a bit hard for him (as he doesn't know he's on the spectrum.) With you, he feels seen, he feels heard.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Likes to take you on walks in the woods, always with Dog, who absolutely adores you

・He loves homecooked meals and always makes them for you

・And you ALWAYS feel safe with Daryl. He's your rock, the person you can always turn to

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

▪️ Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

▪️ Curious and Wide-Eyed x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

He likes that he doesn't have to make so much conversation, that he doesn't have to force things to happen. Everything is so nature between the two of you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Your best friend is Rosita. She practically took you under her wing and showed you how to defend yourself. She sees you as a sister and would do anything for you. Her daughter calls you "Aunty"

#match ups #ships

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impeccablebackside · 2 months

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are there any "habits" that each queen, on purpose or not, is having while sex, that would immediately make the other tom/queen that is fucking them go like: ,,ah jup. i'm definetly fucking teazer/vic/tanto right now."? like something typical or characteristic they always do?

Something that is meant to be unique to a queen is a concept that is dually easy and difficult to define. Aside from physical features (and divine physical feel), each queen does differ in other ways, so it is a good question anon. A lot of their typical characteristics are rather interwoven into basically any / all of the posts on this blog, so it may seem minor in the context of the ask, but it is an 'identifier' for each queen. I suppose read through some of them for ideas more specific to any given topic, or just ask me if you want. I would always be interested in reading about what you think if I do not mention something you have in mind.

Vic does not have anything outwardly unique for her partner(s) to necessarily notice when they are fucking her good. She greatly prefers to keep eye contact at all times during sex, and that is something that Plato certainly appreciates. They get lost in one another's eye, feeding off of the pleasure and enjoyment the other is experiencing. The sheer amount of kissing and passion that results from that is something that no other couple have. Aside from that, Vic cannot help but 'squeak' when she is really getting taken apart. When the sensation is overwhelming to the point that she cannot verbalize properly it with words.

With Rumple, it is not difficult to tell who you are with. How do you know you are fucking her? She is loud and very vocal when she getting fucked. Loud. You will know, and so will everyone else. Little is as satisfying to her as being able to express herself as much as she can when the pleasure hits. Even when she is alone, she still cannot keep it down. Otherwise, she also loves fiddling with and rubbing herself at all times during sex. Milking everything sensation-wise out of the encounter. That is not the only milking she does either. The little queen has a habit of fingering her tom's ass when she gives a blowjob or handjob, and that is another way to know the calico is involved.

Almost everything Tanto does could be considered something unique to her. The way she communicates and her mannerisms are inseparable from her 'true self', even when she is intimate. There is an aura about her that makes every encounter seem like it stops time and she is the only other person around. More tangibly though, Tanto has a habit of closing her eyes and zoning out as she is being pleasured. Almost meditating on the experience and getting wrapped in the bliss beyond the physical world. She even drools a bit sometimes when she relinquishes herself to the control and attention of someone she trusts. If you are the one fucking her, the beauty of her reactions, namely her squirting, is a good indicator. Though most noticeably depending on her mood and the sexual relationship, the torbie has a habit of biting her partners. Not necessarily hard, but still meaningfully. Her oral fixation and feedback from nibbling and biting excites her, and when she gets that look in her eyes, her more feral nature takes over.

With Cass, the tends to let out a fair bit of dirty talk during sex. She does not have any specific habits, and anything that she feels is uncouth with her is kept to a minimal. Even when she is intimate, she still wants to attain a certain 'public image'. Not that whoever is fucking her cares at all about her habits. Her body one of a goddess, and anyone lucky enough to get with her will be left dreaming about her perfect pussy that swells when she is getting fucked and has 'creamy' milky type of wetness that coats whatever she is 'wrapped around'. When she is done and has her orgasm, it looks like she actually cums a bit. It makes others yearn to experience it.

Deme has a tendency of tucking her face into whoever is on top or below her. Hiding away from the bitter world and into a place of warmth and solitude. Being surrounded and wrapped in the body of her lover is just as special as any pleasure. When the pleasure gets more heated, she will claw against the back (or front) of her partner. Few people know, but she always gives a little 'thank you' clench with her pussy after she cums.

Bomba tends to grab onto her partner in reaction to getting fucked. Besides her words or moans, the queen grabs and squeezes whatever is within reach to communicate her enjoyment. With Tugger, she loves grabbing ahold of his mane and pulling on it hard. It does not translate nearly as well with others, but the habit is still there. Otherwise, she gives some messy head sometimes and is sort of the only queen who does.

Jenny is noted to always give instructions and pointers to her partner. She knows what works and what falls flat, and is much too experienced to let someone else figuratively go down the wrong path when they are with her. She also is one of the only queens who smacks your ass during sex.

Jelly does essentially no oral sex, and does not really enjoy oral all that much. She is the only queen like that. Does she make it up in other ways? Not really, but she never needs to. Her partner knows what to expect, and there are plenty of other things to do.

#i hope these work for you anon i will admit i had more trouble than usual with this one #anyway i am going to try to get another fic out soon but no guarantees #in any capacity it will probably be shorter than the last few but I have not started writing it as of yet so lets see #been feeling unmotivated and anhedonic for a bit so I want to thank you and anyone immensely for always sending new ideas for this blog #i greatly appreciate them and all of you personally anons

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tea-and-secrets · 4 months

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I don't really like the way tortoiseshell tabby cats look and I feel really bad about it ..... they're so lovely how could I harbour such cruel feelings for little kitties. They're cute sometimes when it's not super noticable but I feel a lot of the time the ginger and brown blends in a sort of unpleasant way. I'm sorry kitties :( I still love you. Dilute torbies and torbicos are really cute its just low white dense torbies that bother me.... I'd still give them all kisses. You honestly do Not understand how guilty I feel about this. They're gonna send me to cat he'll......

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streetlights-all-turn-blue · 5 months

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Hi there! Santa here. Sadly, I got an early gift that I didn't want ... the flu. My fever's gone but I'm still coughing a lot. That's why it's been a few days since I've sent a message.

My cat's a longhaired torbie named Dakota. She's 8 years old. She's THE most stubborn cat I've ever known but she's also really sweet. I've heard people say torties & torbies have a certain kind of personality. I want to get her a cat tree that has more than one level. Right now she just has a little nest type tree that's kinda shabby.

I saw you tagged Carly Simon as your other favorite Simon. I like her songs a lot. My mom is a big James Bond fan, so of course I was introduced to her with "Nobody Does It Better".

Hopefully I can get back to you quicker now that I'm feeling better! Have a happy Friday!

Oh no i am so so sorry that you have the flu! That's a terrible early gift, but I hope you are on the mend. Last year we had a -8 degree night with a windstorm - power was out for 28 hours and we had no heat! And then when power came back on, our pipes had frozen and burst so i had no water the whole week of Christmas because no one could come out to fix things. This was all compounded by me getting covid too. There will be no Christmas like last Christmas hopefully ever again!

I love hearing about all cats! I have heard that about torties and torbies too but i've never had one myself. My cat is about to turn 5, she is a black and white tuxedo cat as you can probably see from my pictures. She is also stubborn but sweet. She was found on the streets of the city where I live by my work colleague and consequently she is very fearful and self-protective. I'm her person and she is open and loving and trusting of me but she will hide for hours under the couch in the basement when my siblings or parents or other people will visit. I have two cat perches that are just one level and those ones with multiple nests and jumping spots look so nice. I really hope Dakota gets a cat tree with levels!!!

Yes, I love Carly Simon! My parents love James Bond too and used to have a movie collection on VHS so I think I must've heard her song there too. I also was a big fan of her music video for Let the River Run from the movie Working Girl. I know that her relationship with James Taylor was extremely difficult for her but they are my favorite 1970s/80s musical couple - both so beautiful and talented and great when they sang together. Anyway - I do love her, her voice, her look - she's definitely my other favorite Simon!

Hope you have a great next few days and that you're feeling better each day!

#srs23

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leafpool-loves-ashfur · 5 months

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The Leaders of FretClan as of Moon 299

just felt i should recap/show how FretClan's leadership has changed

Skipstar - The Founder

Skippelt -> Skipstar Female (she/her) 173 moons at death + dead for 187 moons = 360 no scope Mate: Gorsejoy (male; 0 moon age gap; fellow clan founder; gray tabby; missing a front leg; dead) Offspring: ->Kit with Gorsejoy (131 moons younger): Cinderpaw (female; black-silver tabby; dead), ->Kit with Unknown Parent (153 moons younger): Cavebumble (female; solid cream with scars; had a bajillion mates but no kits; dead) Apprentices: Sootshore (dead), Nacreripple (dead), Ivorymoon (dead), Scalestep (dead), Alderberry (dead), Yellowjoy (dead), Skyscar (dead) Deputies: Myrtlecinder (nonbinary; fellow clan founder; dusty-brown tabby; mate to med cat Weedsoar; dead), Timberrip (succeeded; see below) History: Admittedly, I don't remember anything about Skipstar... I just remember being really sad that Myrtlecinder didn't succeed her, but then I believe I made Timberrip deputy instead, or maybe it was chanse, lol. This was like, so long ago. I think she was pretty chill. Her lineage died with Cavebumble, the cat with many wives and husbands, and yet not a single child (good for her... but also it was so ridiculous when she and Briarcreek got together).

Timberstar - The Medicine Cat

Timberrip -> Timberstar Female (she/they) 159 moons at death + dead for 139 moons = 298 moons this cat has seen Mother: Addershade (female; 31 moons older; former loner; tan-colored; dead) Littermates: Tempestkit (female; died at 5 moons; silver-brown split-torbie), Pansypaw (male; died at 12 moons; silver tabby) Mate: Peach (male; 7 moons younger; former loner; solid white with ginger patch on chest; snake bite on shoulder; dead) Offspring: ->Litter One (85 moons younger): Tempestheart (male; white with brown tabby patches; dead), Hawkstripe (male; medicine cat; light brown with brown tabby patches; dead) ->Litter Two (114 moons younger): Tempestpaw (female; solid brown; dead), Jackdawcall (female; black and white; dead) ->Litter Three (122 moons younger): Lionpaw (male; mediator; white with cream patch on chest; dead) ->Litter Four (135 moons younger): Hermitcurrent (male; white with ginger speckles; dead) ->Litter Five (146 moons younger): Posyfur (female; mentored Timberhiss below; mostly ginger and brown torbie with white; dead) ->Litter Six (159 moons younger): Peachblotch (male; cream with ginger patches; dead), Timberhiss (male; tan with ginger patches; cheated on his wife; dead) Mentor: Flickerzoom (who? ...he's a clan founder?! oh my god his memo---sorry bro i do not)

Apprentices: Ferretsmoke (med cat; dead), Flameshade (dead), Marigoldpaw (dead), Kitefreckle (dead), Cloverchoser (dead), Boughtooth (dead) Deputies: Paledusk (succeeded; see below), Envy...? I think (Paledusk had gotten catnapped but returned. The deputy while Pale was missing isn't listed and idr lol) History: I don't remember too much of Timberrip's history, though obviously I know that she joined the clan with her mother and siblings, and both of her siblings died tragically young. Briefly I remember I made her medicine cat as Weedsoar (the sole med cat) was preggo and couldn't take care of the clan. Timberrip then proceeded to become deputy under Skipstar after Myrtlecinder's death, and was mates with former loner Peach, and proceeded to have So Many Babies. She tried twice to name some after her deceased sister (the Tempests), but they kept dying so I guess she gave up. Anyway, eventually Skipstar dies and Timberrip is now Timberstar, and she makes Paledusk deputy, and I'm just trying to get some Murder at this point, so I mediate Paledusk and Timberstar to hate each other... only for Paledusk to get catnapped, BUT, once she comes back, I force her right back into that deputy position baby! And then she FINALLY kills Timberstar, which is where I started posting about FretClan, as it was very dramatic. Timberstar just gave birth to her sixth litter, only for her AND her mate Peach to be killed by Paledusk before she can even name them. Fun stuff. Currently, her lineage goes down to great-great-grandkits! ...Well, kit. Icespot is the only living one.

Palestar - The Murderer

i cant open the history on df without the game crashing Paledusk -> Palestar Female (she/her) 168 moons at death + dead for 77 moons = 245 moons this cat has seen Mother: Ferretsmoke (female; sole daughter of Linguine and Bonedusk; medicine cat; 41 moons older; tan smokepoint; dead) Siblings: ->Littermates: Marigoldpaw (male; ginger tabby; dead), Ivorymoon (male; tan smokepoint; the Loverboy; dead) ->Younger Siblings: Kitefreckle (female; 35 moons younger; tan with brown patches; dead), Basstail (female; 41 moons younger; light brown tabby; adopted Timberhiss and Peachblotch; dead), Garlicswoop (male; 41 moons younger; reddish-brown smokepoint; dead) Mates: Talia (male; ex-mate; former kittypet; 13 moons older; gray tabby with white; dead), Bitterburn (female; ex-mate; medicine cat; 8 moons younger; solid brown; dead), Seoul (male; on-again-off-again-ex-mate; loner who joined as an elder; 24 moons older; blue-gray with white; dead), Goldbelly (female; "true love" ex-mate; medicine cat; golden-brown tabby; 28 moons younger; dead) Offspring: ->Step-children Through Bitterburn (27 moons younger): Heavylarch (female; dead), Alderberry (nonbinary; dead), Carpfluff (female; Palestar's app; dead) ->Step-children Through Seoul (121 moons younger): Rivertooth (trans female; ALIVE?!; elder), Bloompaw (male; catnapped; dead) ->Biological Kit with Seoul (whomst they had when divorced) (127 moons younger): Cloudbellow (male; gray smokepoint; mate to Stoatflash; dead) ->Step-children Through Goldbelly (100 moons younger): Wildtuft (female; golden-brown tabby; mentored by Seoul; dead), Crestedpuddle (male; reddish-brown tabby; killed Palestar once; alive; elder) ->Adopted Kits with Goldbelly (144 moons younger): Budpelt (nonbinary; medicine cat; black tabby; murdered once or twice; alive), Berrypaw (male; black tabby; dead) Mentor: Thrushegg (...who was a medicine cat? who are you?) Apprentices: Hazelstripe (dead), Carpfluff (dead), Goldback (dead) Deputy: Hickoryspots (succeeded; see below) History: She was literally no one until she was randomly selected to be deputy and then she was everyone. She had the bloodthirsty trait, so she was Going To Murder if I had anything to say about it. Unfortunately she did briefly get catnapped, but to my Utter Surprise, She Came Back!!!!! And so it was right back to murderville for her. Even though it took forever, she did kill Timberstar and ascend to leadership eventually! And it's very funny because, despite seemingly leading very tyrannically, Brokenstar-esque, she saved a lot of cats, and even gained permanent wounds to protect cats before so... Can't help but wonder if it's kind of a "was destined to save the clan but a Higher Power interfered and made me do the opposite" kind of deal. Actually, doesn't even need to be a higher power. Fumbledrop the Evil Mediator was really the one sabotaging the relationships. Anyway, I find her love life really funny. Talia, I don't even remember. Bitterburn was also a pretty minor relationship (they actually dated for a real long time but still). But Seoul is so funny to me because he joined, they got together, broke up, hated each other, had a kid, got back together, broke up, and I just love it. They love to hate each other, hate to love each other lmao. Meanwhile, Palestar choose to date Goldbelly out of her own violation after Goldbelly's son Crestedpuddle literally beat her up and killed her in front of the clan (seriously, how was Palestar still leader if her own cats were repeatedly harming/challenging/killing her?!). Palestar is literally so cringefail yet girlboss, I love her. She just kinda died too, leading to Hickorystar's rule.

Hickorystar - The Follower

Hickoryspots -> Hickorystar Female (she/her) 155 moons at death + dead for 43 moons = 198 moons this cat has seen Parents: Splashdawn (mother; 21 moons older; tan-brown smokepoint; dead), Alderberry (parent; 20 moons older; silver tabby with white; dead) Littermates: Cloverchaser (female; ginger and white; dead), Brindlemurk (male; gray smokepoint with white; dead), Flinttuft (male; white with gray spots; dead), Bogstrike (male; dark gray tabby; dead) Mates: Bluekestrel (male; ex-mate; 8 moons younger; silver-white tabby; dead), Basstail (female; ex-mate; 6 moons older; light brown tabby with white; dead), Shinx (female; medicine cat; former rogue; hairless purple-brown tabby; 34 moons younger; dead) Offspring: ->Step-children Through Basstail (15 moons younger): Alderfin (male; dead), Dolphinfeather (male; dead), ->Adopted Kits with Basstail: *->Litter One (59 moons younger): Sunnypond (female; ginger tabby with white; dead), Peachblotch (male; fostered; dead), Timberhiss (male; fostered; dead) *->Litter Two (68 moons younger): Primrosespeckle (male; medicine cat; white with light brown patches; dead), Rainnest (female; gray tabby with white; dead) *->Litter Three (74 moons younger): Scorchpaw (nonbinary; killed by Lightningcry; black speckled tabby; dead), Almondspore (male; light gray speckled tabby; dead), Bleakpelt (female; solid gray; dead), Swarmstripe (male; solid black with scars; dead) *->Litter Four (87 moons younger): Garlicnewt (female; cream with white spots; dead), Rimebeetle (male; white with pale gray patches; dead), Crickettorrent (male; solid white; dead), Mumblefur (male; white with gray patches; mate to Dewbright; ALIVE) ->Adopted Daughter with Shinx (142 moons younger): Shardclaw (female; solid ginger with a flower; alive <3) Mentor: Splashdawn (her mom) Apprentices: Hermitcurrent (dead), Burrbelly (dead), Flaxpaw (dead), Sunnypond (her daughter; dead), Logfreckle (dead), Crickettorrent (her son; dead), Barracudaroar (dead) History: Again, Hickoryspots wasn't anybody until Palestar made her deputy. Now, it's worth noting that Hickoryspots is technically Palestar's step-grandkid, so perhaps there was some nepotism at work here, but regardless, the vibes I get is that Hickoryspots was the Blackfoot to Palestar's Brokenstar. The Yes Man, the Right Hand. Hickoryspots did whatever Palestar said and that was it. No brain cells, no thoughts, perfectly content to be complacent in murder and violence, and never realized that, one day, she would be the one leading. I don't think she was a good or bad leader. Probably fumbled a lot, but she got her footing eventually. I think she was always a lot more focused on her romance life, honestly. She loved all of her mates, and she was very dedicated to Basstail. The only decision Hickorystar ever made in her life was making Stoatfoot deputy, and, by StarClan, it was the best decision she ever made, so therefore she gets a pass for condoning and enabling all the shitty things during Palestar's rule. (Oh my god, just saw her memo too... Yeah, girl, you defo coulda made better decisions lol.) Hickorystar lived and died pretty plainly, leaving FretClan in this awkward zone where they weren't sure if they were still supposed to be evil or not, leading into the misfortune that is Stoatstar's rule... Currently, Hickorystar's lineage stretches down to great-great-grandkit! Much like Timberstar, Icespot is said x2-grandkit, though this is through adoption/fostering.

Stoatstar - The Unwanted

Stoatfoot -> Stoatstar Male (he/him) 111 moons he has lived! Parents: Bouncestreak (female; 72 moons older; brown singlestripe; dead), Jellyfishstalk (male; 108 moons older; golden-brown speckled tabby; dead) Siblings: ->Older Half-siblings Through Bouncestreak (45 moons older): Burrbelly (male; ginger with white back; dead), Boragechase (male; off-white with brown spots; dead), Galeback (female; white with ginger patches; dead) ->Older Siblings (36 moons older): Shiveringneedle (trans male; medicine cat; solid reddish-brown; alive!), Weevilshadow (male; pale brown speckled tabby; dead), Snapkit (female; brown speckled tabby; dead), Dewbright (female; white with brown speckled patches; missing a leg; elder; alive <3) ->Littermates: Stoatflash (female; his rival; cream with vitiligo white speckles; alive), Sunwave (female; white with dark ginger patches; dead), Moontail (male; mediator; dark ginger tabby; alive) Mate: Sapmoon (male; 20 moons younger; white and light brown tabby; alive) Adopted Daughter: Burntspots (female; cream with ginger patches; 48 moons younger; alive) Mentor: Harechase (female; Sapmoon's mother; brown tabby with white; dead) Apprentices: Burrpaw (dead), Needleheart (dead), Cricketpaw (dead) Deputies: Boragechase (retired; dead), Springdawn (killed), Smokystripe (killed), Stumpynudge (current) History: Stoatstar's journey started when he and his sister were randomly generated with the same name, Stoatkit. He and his sister were polar opposites in that typical, she's the cool, popular girl, while he's the loser nerd brother. In my mind, I always wanted Stoatflash (his sister) to be deputy because she was my first cat with vitiligo, and also Stoatflash was a way cooler name than Stoatfoot. But then Hickorystar's chose Stoatfoot of her own violation and I was just. So shocked. But Stoatfoot was definitely the better (and funnier) choice, and I think he's a great deputy/leader. But, still, I really wanted Stoatflash to get angry and kill him, so y'know I sabotaged them to hell. Despite that, she never killed him, and he became leader... And then I attempted to play into I think it was Shiveringneedle's hatred of Boragechase (the new deputy), only for Boragechase to retire, and then I turned everyone's (Shiveringneedle's, Stoatflash's, Lightningcry's) anger towards Springdawn, and, finally, she died! Except, the murder was unknown and was probably actually Smokystripe and/or Budpelt! Not that Stoatstar knew that, so he made Smokystripe deputy! Only for Smokystripe to ALSO be mysteriously murdered... by who? Well, maybe Smokystripe was killed by Stoatflash's crew because she wanted them in control (seeing as her apprentice, Stumpynudge, is now deputy), or, maybe, Stoatstar had to kill him as he discovered the truth... I think Stoatstar is becoming increasingly paranoid as he realizes just how against each other the clan is... how divided and powerhungry they are... There's multiple groups gunning for his head, torn apart after Palestar's violent rule and Hickorystar's lax one... It'll be interesting to see how he dies---to natural causes, or to his enemies. Currently, his lineage goes down to grandkit, through Icespot (and, technically, Burntspots's partner's kits as well)! I think it's really funny that Icespot is related to, like, every leader ever lmao

#i should make a post about the dumpster fire that was Ivorymoon and associate's love lives lol #that was during Timberstar's early reign iirc #fretclan #adventures in fretclan #leaders #fretclan leaders #moon 299 #skipstar #timberstar #palestar #hickorystar #stoatstar #clangen #clangen oc #warrior cats oc #warrior cats #warriors #warriors ocs

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