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neverendingrelease · 2 months

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Releasing Today, Feb 27 2024!

Alone in the Crowd is a puzzle point and click where you're in a room and you have to find people in a jail thing called "the box?". You're working with this weird AI named boxy. It's one of those Papers, Please kinda experiences so I totally feel like it'll go dark at some point.

Slippy The Frog is a minigame mashup in the style of WarioWare. It looks like there's a lot of good random heehoo in here.

Guragura Oden is a stacking puzzle game that makes me hungry. It's not a Suika Game clone surprisingly.

Next Sweetstop is a psychological horror came where you have to survive your job in a gas station - at night.

Code Zodiac is a boss rush beat-em-up with fighting game mechanics like move canceling. It's got a full story and world attached so it's got some atmosphere to deliver.

Hey, a city sim ^

Terror at Oakheart is a side scrolling horror game that has a LOT of story going on it seems. It's like they took the normal slasher tropes and mushed them all into a new story. Don't get attached to anyone, they probably all die.

#game release #indie games #steam #spotlight #alone in the crowd #slippy the frog #guragura oden #next sweetstop #code zodiac #builders of greece #terror at oakheart

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theindieinformer · 2 months

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This Week In Indies: February 26 - March 1

This Week In Indies: February 26 - March 1 2/27 - Terror At Oakheart 2/27 - Dicefolk 2/28 - Brothers Remake 2/28 - Minami Lane 2/29 - A Void Hope

Welcome to This Week In Indies, a quick look at the hot new indie releases lined up like a winning poker hand for you to play this week. As always, you can always scope out our further-reaching 2024 release list to see what awaits in the impending weeks, months, and year. I’m sure we all have to get back to grinding for wins in Balatro, so here is your weekly installment of This Week In…

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#A Void Hope #Brothers: A Tale of two sons #Dicefolk #February Game Releases #Indies #March Game Releases #Minami Lane #News #PC #PlayStation #Steam #Terror At Oakheart #Xbox

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thegeekiary · 3 months

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Vintage Slasher Film Inspired Side-scrolling Game "Terror at Oakheart" Gets February Release

Terror at Oakheart (Image: PR/Tainted Pact/Assemble Entertainment) Developer Tainted Pact and publisher Assemble Entertainment will be releasing the horror adventure side-scrolling video game Terror at Oakheart come February 27, 2024. Available on PC via Steam, the upcoming title has been inspired by the slasher films of the ’80s and ’90s. Continue reading Vintage Slasher Film Inspired…

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#assemble entertainment #indie game #steam game #tainted pact #terror at oakheart

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poorlydrawnwarriors2 · 8 months

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The Blueflower AU

The Blueflower AU is an AU I came up with about a year ago! In this universe, Bluestar is actually a medicine cat named Blueflower!

It all starts after Moonflower’s death. Bluepaw begins to neglect her training as a warrior apprentice, and after struggling with Sunfall for a few moons, she tells him that she wants to train as a medicine cat instead. She announces it publicly to the clan at the same time Pinestar decides to leave to become a kittypet. Her choice is not well-received, but both Featherwhisker and Sunfall (soon-to-be Sunstar), stand by her and allow her to begin her training. Snowpaw and Goosefeather in particular are especially unhappy about all of this.

Snowpaw, feeling abandoned and confused, grows closer to Thistlepaw. This of course only puts more of a strain on she and Bluepaw’s relationship. Meanwhile, Bluepaw is also trying not to be bothered by Goosefeather’s ranting. He comes to her multiple times, insisting that she’s denying her true destiny and disobeying Starclan. She ignores him, and starts to resent him.

Bluepaw, now struggling to be close with any of her kin in Thunderclan, begins to form relationships outside of her clan. Namely with Yellowfang and Oakpaw, who, in this AU, is also a medicine cat. She and Yellowfang quickly bonded over the fact that they previously trained as warriors, and Oakpaw gives her the opportunity to let go of all her stress and expectations.

Finally, Bluepaw earns her medicine cat name. Featherwhisker chooses Blueflower, in honor of her mother. Despite her clan’s initial reservations, she’s become a trusted medicine cat. Both Stormtail and Snowfur are disappointed, but Snowfur tries to be supportive. Blueflower is elated that her sister seems to want to rekindle their strained relationship… Until she learns that Snowfur is expecting Thistleclaw’s kits. She can’t help but feel a bit betrayed that Thistleclaw, who’s terrorized her for moons, is the cat that Snowfur chooses as her mate. Still, she tries to remain close with Snowfur, not wanting to lose her again after moons of hardly speaking. Besides, she can always vent her frustrations to Oakheart.

Snowfur’s kits arrive, and Blueflower adores Whitekit. Thistleclaw isn’t fond of Blueflower’s presence, and fears she’ll make him “soft” or encourage him to become a medicine cat. But, in this AU, Snowfur lives, and he knows he can’t exactly threaten Blueflower with her around.

Oakheart and Blueflower start to spend even more time together, and Blueflower is surprised when she starts to develop feelings for him. She tries to suppress them, but fails. Besides, it’s so easy to hide it all behind “medicine cat duties”. They meet once every full moon anyway, if not more. Maybe they could hide it, maybe no one will find out.

Of course, Yellowfang isn’t that naive. She tries to warn Blueflower, but knows she won’t listen. She’s the first one Blueflower confides in when she learns that she’s expecting kits, and wishes she could do something to help, but ultimately there’s nothing she can do. Blueflower confides in Snowfur about her kits, and they pull a Leafpool and Squirrelflight.

Thistleclaw, who has recently been appointed as the Thunderclan deputy, is thrilled to have three more kits, but he is not happy about how much time Blueflower is spending with them - even more so than with Whitekit.

I’ll add more to the story later, but for now, that’s all!

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Could you tell us some more about your Lizardstripe? It always annoyed me that the only cat in canon to point out double standards regarding kits was also the horrible mother that they blamed for all of Brokenstar’s issues. I’m glad she’s portrayed more sympathetically here though, with her friend group and role as Bluestar’s lawyer.

Anything out of BB!ShadowClan takes like, a Star Wars opening scroll of text to explain to an outsider and that's how I LIKE IT

It's my personal mission to inject nuance chemical into every woman demonized by Canon WC. Brokenstar isn't bad because he had a sad childhood or something, it was literally generations of culture turning toxic and demanding a cosmic reckoning from which he was born, moulded by, and ultimately embodied of his own free will.

Evil Women Who Weren't Good Mothers aren't responsible for his actions

Anyway, Lizardstripe.

She is gonna get her own summary at some point (I kinda want to do a ShadowClan Month at some point for the biggest ShC characters, like Nightstar, Russetfur, Stumptail, etc), but here's shards for now;

She's related to old Finchflight in some way. The timeline is getting reduxed and Finch is VERY dead by the time of TPB.

So she's either a child of his, or a niece. Finch is Yellowfang’s age (mid teens in TPB), Lizard is Bluestar's (10-ish)

She was a young mom, less than 2, she met the Forget-me-nots after she was already pregnant.

She wasn't actually raising Brokenstar, just suckling him. Ragged was doing that.

Lizard was still not a great mom. She didn't enjoy it at all, and was often getting bored and frustrated

She would often bring the kittens out into the woods on training exercises, activities they were TOO young for.

Runningkit, Deerkit, and Tanglekit were always covered in dings, bumps, ticks, and things that kept putting them in Yellowfang’s den as a result. Lizard was talked to more than once for this

When Brokenkit joined in on this, mysteriously, he was NEVER covered in dings. Like he was developing faster and was more agile than the others. Deerkit was jealous, Tanglekit thought it was AWESOME

Runningkit was developing a bit of a bully streak, realizing that he could exploit this by getting his sibs mad at him, and then hiding behind Broken

Lizard was always being forced to step in and take control of the situations by trying to break up the Dastardly Duo, but then would be OVERRULED by Raggedstar, who wanted his son to hang out with his friend

If Yellowfang didn't notice it herself, she would definitely learn through Lizard that these two should NOT be allowed to multiply their terror with power

But, that's more about them than Lizard.

She's a lot more than just someone's mom. She's a friend of Bluestar's, and the ShadowClan representative in the Forget-me-nots!

WOW her ShadowClan sense of humor is sharp. She can be VICIOUS

She often finds herself having to smooth her jokes over after making a comment that's too mean. What's just part of ShadowClan humor can be cutting to cats in other Clans

Oakheart is actually the one cat who never seems to get hurt, "i like your funny words lizardman"

She likes teasing Bluefur, she's just so easily flustered! And she cares so much about other people,

"Stars, you make me want to yack up a hairball, Bloof."

When Bluefur earns the name Bluemoon (unsure how yet) Lizardstripe b'awws that her nickname is going to be too cool now.

(In Clanmew, it's Luparfaf, Luf, vs Luparshom, Lum)

Lizardstripe and Barley Senior are the two smartest members of the group. Barley is all about logistics, schemas, building and working out plans for meeting up and not getting caught.

Lizardstripe knows what's going on in people's heads. She can be a manipulative mastermind, when she REALLY wants something.

I think she gave Blue and Hoprunner a lot of good advice on how to achieve their ambitions, but, she wasn't really interested in that extra responsibility herself

"What and have to deal with Raggedstar's wishy washy ass and his angelic brat more than i already do? I'd rather kiss a thistle."

What Lizi really liked in her life was the pleasure of it all. Sneaking around, teasing Bluefur, helping out Barley, wrestling Hoprunner. Playing games with her Clanmates, staying late at Gatherings.

She loves her freedom, the ability to decide where to spend her time

She was the first of the Forget-me-nots to die, a year or two after Bluestar took power, in a ferocious battle with WindClan.

Current draft: Talltail's son, Flytail, killed her violently in Heatherstar's Last Stand, the decisive battle that truly "ended" the Mothermouth Moorland War.

After that battle, ShadowClan lost a strategic area and could never regain their foothold. Raggedstar tried to surrender the next year, which was when Brokentail killed him.

Lizardstripe and Mudfoot being lost in the same year was one of the things he and Runningnose cited to each other as "reasons why" WindClan had to pay

If they died for nothing, if SO many had just fought in a war they lost... then it was all for nothing.

Warriors don't accept peace deals.

They fight, they fight to the last cat standing.

I think the news hit all of the Forget-me-nots hard. They hadn't met up in a while, their ambitions driving them apart over time, but... that didn't make it less difficult. No one thought she would be the first.

I think she's my favorite of the little friend group tbh, I'm fond of the Angel Lawyer Friend.

#better bones au #Brokenstar's Cataclysm #Bluestar's Flowers

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theanoninyourinbox · 1 year

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maybe a concept for a Mistystar x Firestar au?

A Lore Ask? Ohohohoho yes please!

So to start, Thistleclaw figures out who the real father of Misty Stone and Moss is, and tries to start an interclan war over it, basically going hey you wet furbrains we have Riverclan kits nyeeehhhh. However Hailstar and Sunstar see through this and come to an agreement that pleases their warriors - after being weaned, the kittens go to Riverclan to be raised there, but Bluefur may visit them on occasion. The two clans become very close this way. When Rusty shows up, it’s to an elderly Sunstar and his deputy Bluefur, with her loyal ex apprentice Tigerfur. Thistleclaw disapproves but Sunstar welcomes the new apprentice, naming him Dawnpaw for his pale orange coat, and apprenticing him off to Bluefur. Redtail and Ravenpaw come back to camp, reporting that someone with Thunderclan scent has been mucking about Riverclan’s side of the border AGAIN, this time stealing and desecrating prey.

The next time Bluefur goes to visit her kits, now all warriors, she brings Dawnpaw, who is as respectful as possible - which Mistyfoot approves of. Crookedstar and Oakheart chit chat with Bluefur while Mistyfoot, Stonefur, and Mossback steal her apprentice for a swimming lesson. Dawnpaw comes back with a fat fish he offers to Crookedstar as a token of friendship. Leopardfur does not approve of the interclan friendships.

Some time later Sunstar passes in his sleep, and Bluestar rises. Crookedstar passes from illness and Leopardstar starts cracking down on the visits. Silverstream survives her kitting in Riverclan camp and refuses to name the father, but little Stormkit looks just like Graystripe. Dawnpaw, becoming Dawnheart, sneaks across to figure out what’s going on - Mistyfoot tells him that Leopardstar has been meeting a gray cat, but has little other details. Yellowfang is found, and Dawnheart is suspicious, a gray cat? In this camp? Brokenstar attacks camp and deputy Redtail is killed saving the kits and his sister, leaving his daughter Sandstorm and her maybe mate Raventail to mourn and Lionheart as deputy. Windclan returns triumphant. Yellowfang saves Spottedleaf, and when Brokenstar returns she blinds him. Thistleclaw tries to kill Bluestar and is stopped by Tigerfur and Dawnheart. Revealed as the traitor, he leaves in a furious huff. Later, after Brokenstar is poisoned I MEAN dies naturally, Thistlestar leads Shadowclan, and then joins up with Leopardstar to destroy the clans.

Stonefur is nearly killed fighting Darkstripe, who is a kit-poisoning terror, and Blackfoot, but Blackfoot sees the cats coming to save the half-clan cats, and throws the match, allowing Mistyfoot, Stonefur, Mossback, Silverstream, Featherkit, and Stormkit to escape, with Oakheart covering them, leading to his death. Lionheart steps down as deputy, and recommends Dawnheart, who recently finished training Cinderleg. Brightpaw and Swiftpaw live through the dogs, just barely. Mistyfoot and Dawnheart have a “secret” romance. The dogs throw themselves and Bluestar off the cliff, and she passes away. Dawnstar names loyal Whitestorm as deputy. Leopardstar refuses to back down, and is overthrown by the returning warriors, leading to her fleeing to Shadowclan. Scourge, attacked as a kit by Thistleclaw, kills Thistlestar and declares war. Leopardstar dies redeeming herself, saving Whitestorm. Dawnstar does not slay Scourge, but his rising drives off Bloodclan. Mistyfoot is chosen by Riverstar himself to lead Riverclan. Mistystar gives birth to five kits - Reedkit, Bluekit, Primrosekit, Pikekit, and Emberkit, and returns the rule of visiting cross-clan kits. Blackstar and Tallstar adopt this, and more kits grace the clans. When the Journey happens, Squirrelpaw, daughter of Sandstorm and Raventail, makes friends with Pikeface, leading to another romance.

I hope you like this AU!

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sunsetstarrogue · 6 months

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Right Where You Left Me

Chapter Two

Other Chapters - (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18)

Characters - Rhaenys Targaryen (daughter of Rhaegar) x Robert Baratheon (political)

Summary - Rhaegar's life is spared by the valiant intervention of Arthur Dayne, moments before Robert deals the fatal blow. With their lives preserved, Rhaegar and the remaining Targaryens seek refuge on Dragonstone, eventually making their escape to Essos. Regrettably, Rhaegar is forced to leave his eldest daughter behind.

Left in the midst of her adversaries, Rhaenys grows up surrounded by those who view her as an enemy. As time passes, she becomes entangled in the treacherous game of thrones, particularly in the aftermath of Cersei and Jaime Lannister's public execution for their incestuous relationship.

Caught in a web of schemes and deceit, Rhaenys finds herself compelled to employ similar tactics in order to ensure her own survival.

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Rhaenys slowly stirred from her sleep, her senses alerted by a persistent knock on the heavy wooden doors of her chambers. The sound reverberated through the room, gradually pulling her out of the realm of dreams. Blinking away the remnants of slumber, she heard the familiar voices of her handmaidens outside, seeking permission to enter. With a quiet confirmation, she granted them access, granting permission to step beyond the threshold of her private sanctuary.

Four figures glided into the room, their presence both comforting and bittersweet. These were her faithful handmaidens, her companions and confidantes, who had remained a constant source of support in a tumultuous sea of uncertainty.

Their loyalty had proven unwavering, standing as a stark contrast to the calculated maneuverings of the Lannister queen who had once held sway over her handmaidens. Cersei had intentionally rotated her handmaidens, a sinister reminder to Rhaenys that no true friends could be found within the walls of King's Landing, not even among those closest to her.

In the beginning, the young Targaryen princess had yearned for friendship, a connection that would bridge the divide between her and the world around her. But the bitter reality had soon settled upon her innocent shoulders, extinguishing the flickering hope within her heart. She had come to accept the harsh truth that genuine companionship would forever elude her grasp, as long as she remained confined within the claustrophobic confines of the Red Keep.

Yet, the winds of fate had shifted. The Lannister queen now lay lifeless, her reign of terror vanquished. With Cersei's demise, the king and his entourage cared little for the affairs of the Targaryen captive. Rhaenys had been permitted to retain her handmaidens, a small but significant concession granted to her since the moment Cersei's severed head had tumbled from her lifeless body.

As Rhaenys adorned herself with garments befitting her status, her loyal attendants informed her of the king's summons. It had been a full two moons since she had last sat vigil by his bedside, recounting the tales of her ancestral lineage in an effort to comfort him during his illness. Once he had recovered, the exchanges between them had become infrequent, reduced to mere superficial pleasantries. The news of the king's request now surged through her, causing her hands to grow clammy with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

With measured steps, she traversed the hallways of the Red Keep, making her way towards Maegor's holdfast where the royal quarters stood. Ser Barristan Selmy, ever vigilant and steadfast, stationed himself at the entrance, a stoic guardian of the king's chambers. By his side stood Ser Arys Oakheart.

Silently, Rhaenys approached the threshold, her heart quickening its pace with every footfall. The weight of uncertainty hung in the air as she prepared herself to face the enigmatic ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, her destiny intertwined with the shifting sands of power and politics.

With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, Rhaenys hesitated before pushing open the heavy doors to the king's quarters. Unlike her previous visits, where he had been confined to his bed, the king now sat upright at his desk, engrossed in a sea of parchment scattered across its surface. His solemn gaze lifted as she approached, her presence acknowledged by a curt nod.

As she reached the desk, Rhaenys performed a graceful curtsy, a gesture of deference befitting her station. "Your Grace, you called for me?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a blend of respect and curiosity. Observing Lord Robert fumbling amidst the disarray of papers, she sensed a certain restlessness in his demeanor. Something had prompted this summons and Rhaenys was eager to know why.

"A letter from Prince Doran arrived a few moons ago for you," Lord Robert finally spoke, his voice resonating with a deep timbre that commanded attention. His words hung in the air, laden with implications. Rhaenys' brows furrowed, her mind racing to comprehend the significance of such correspondence.

"A letter?" she blurted out, unable to contain her surprise. The king emitted a weary sigh, his frustration palpable. "Yes, a letter for you," he reiterated, his voice carrying a trace of impatience.

Curiosity piqued, Rhaenys pressed further, seeking clarity. "You mentioned that the letter arrived moons ago. Why is it being presented to me only now?" Her voice held a hint of inquiry, tinged with a delicate thread of confusion.

"Is asking questions all you're good for? Huh girl?" Lord Robert's words dripped with condescension, his impatience manifesting in his tone. "Lord Arryn received the letter directly, intending to deliver it to you once he had read its contents. However, it seems the matter slipped the old man's mind."

Acknowledging his explanation, Rhaenys mustered a show of gratitude. "I see. Well, I am grateful for your assistance, Lord Robert." Stepping forward, she reached out to accept the outstretched paper, delicate fingers gingerly clasping it within her grasp. Just as she prepared to announce her departure, the king's voice cut through the air, its usual resonance softened but still commanding.

"Perhaps it is best for you to read it here, you may have some questions," he suggested, his words carrying an undertone of insistence. His gaze bore into her, leaving no room for discussion. She was to read the letter within the confines of his quarters, under his watchful eye. Rhaenys nodded silently, acquiescing to his request, her mind racing with questions and apprehension.

Lowering her gaze to the parchment held tightly in her hands, she fought to steady her trembling fingers. What secrets or revelations awaited her within those inked words? Why did the king deem it necessary to witness her reaction? The weight of anticipation settled upon her like a heavy cloak as she cautiously began to peruse the contents of the letter, her heart pounding within her chest.

"My Dearest Princess Rhaenys,

I pray that this letter finds you in good health and spirits. Throughout the passing years, the Hand of the King and I have maintained a diligent correspondence, ever mindful of your well-being and future prospects. As you stand upon the precipice of turning ten and seven, swiftly approaching the grand age of ten and eight, it is with great care and consideration that we broach the delicate subject of your betrothal.

We have striven to discern a match that befits your esteemed lineage. Countless discussions between Lord Jon Arryn and myself have culminated in a unanimous decision—an agreement that we believe to be both advantageous and fortuitous for your future.

Thus, one moon after the celebration of your ten and eight name day, a momentous occasion marking your passage into womanhood, you are summoned to embark on a journey to the north. There, in Winterfell, a joyous union shall be sealed—a marriage ceremony between yourself and the honorable and gallant Robb Stark. I have personally corresponded with your esteemed betrothed and can confidently affirm his noble character, his kindness, and his innate sense of honor. In him, my dear Rhaenys, you shall find a worthy and devoted husband, capable of ensuring your happiness and security.

I implore you to approach this news with an open heart, for it is a union forged not merely in political advantage, but in the sincere belief that this marriage shall bring harmony and prosperity to our realms. I understand the weight of this responsibility, and it is my fervent wish that you embrace this opportunity with grace and resilience, for the honor of House Targaryen rests upon your shoulders.

With utmost affection and anticipation,

Prince Doran of Dorne"

The contents of the letter, unveiled before her curious eyes, diverged greatly from the expectations that had fluttered within her mind. In truth, when Robert Baratheon had announced that the correspondence hailed from her uncle, a vision of a formal greeting or felicitations on her name day had danced within her thoughts.

However, the words inked onto the parchment revealed a proposal of matrimony—an unexpected twist that elicited a surge of conflicting emotions within her.

Her initial impulse, like a tempest brewing, stirred the tempestuous fires of rage and resentment towards her uncle. How dare he assume such authority over her life, she mused inwardly, prepared to unleash a tirade of curses and objections upon the page before her. Yet, the weight of a gaze, intangible but undeniably present, fell upon her. Even without meeting the king's eyes directly, she felt the intensity of his stare, a silent but powerful presence that arrested her anger.

A torrent of thoughts and questions swirled within her mind, leaving her uncertain of how she should react. Should she extend gratitude to his Grace for orchestrating such a seemingly advantageous match? Or perhaps he expected her to crumble into tears, allowing her vulnerability to surface before him. But she refused to shed tears in his presence, knowing well that they would be perceived as a weakness. Rhaenys Targaryen was not one to be labeled as feeble.

"I did not know that the Prince of Dorne and your esteemed hand had made a betrothal for me," Rhaenys voiced her surprise, her tone a delicate blend of curiosity and veiled suspicion. Deep within, she harbored the conviction that Jon Arryn's pursuit of a betrothal between the heir of House Stark and herself had only materialized after his advances towards her hand had been firmly rebuffed. It ignited a flicker of intrigue, prompting her to question who possessed enough influence to dissuade the second most powerful man in the realm from securing her hand. However, the answer to her own query was as evident as the sun in the sky. Robert Baratheon, the very king of the Seven Kingdoms, held the authority to sway the decisions of even the most powerful lords.

This revelation birthed a cascade of further inquiries within her enigmatic mind. Why would the king obstruct the union that Jon Arryn had fervently desired? What purpose could be gleaned from her impending marriage to a northern lord? The notion crystallized in her thoughts—a potent realization. Perhaps the king sought to ensure her distance from him, deliberately engineering a scenario in which she would be banished to the desolate and unforgiving lands of the North. A mere pawn in his game of power, Rhaenys, the daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen, would be exiled to fulfill her duty and eventually succumb to a frigid demise. In this sinister tapestry, she envisioned her forgotten existence, a princess ensnared as a prisoner of war, abandoned to the elements where ravenous wolves would eventually feast upon her lifeless remains.

The chilling prospect of her future in the North enveloped her consciousness, casting a shadow upon her every thought. In her mind, she conjured visions of the children she would bear in that harsh realm, the relentless grip of the northern frost suffusing her very being. Love, she realized, would be a fleeting illusion, a rarity lost amidst the icy winds that swept across those lands. She refused to succumb to such a fate. If they sought to send her away to a lifeless and frozen vessel, then let her cold corpse be the sole tribute the North received.

The Baratheon lord, observing her pensive state, interjected, his voice heavy with the weight of impending departure. "Preparations are underway for your journey to Winterfell. Your name day approaches swiftly, and you must ready yourself for the long trek northward," he informed her, his words laden with a sense of finality.

"Yes, My Lord, I understand," she replied, her voice betraying a resignation tinged with hidden determination. As she readied herself to depart, a flicker of inspiration illuminated her mind—an audacious idea.

"Your Grace," she called out, her voice carrying a blend of determination and apprehension. The king's gaze shifted towards her, his attention now fully captured by her presence. Taking a steadying breath, she pressed on. "I have heard rumors, Your Grace, that a hunting party is to take place in the coming days. Lord Renly, your brother, mentioned it in passing."

The king's brows furrowed slightly as he confirmed her words. "Yes, there is indeed a hunting party scheduled three days from now. Why are you asking, girl?"

Rhaenys knew that her next words held the potential for disaster, yet she was left with no other recourse. If she desired to dissolve her impending doom, she had to seize this opportunity. Summoning her courage, she continued, "It's just that... well... I have never had the chance to attend one of Your Grace's hunting parties. The few ladies who have participated speak of the joy they experience. I merely wish to partake in such revelry, Your Grace." Her voice carried a delicate undertone of longing, her eyes pleading for his favor.

A palpable sense of confusion clouded the king's face as he regarded her, grappling with her unexpected request. Her future hung precariously in the balance as she awaited his response. "My name day falls on the day of the hunting party, and it would bring me great pleasure to spend a day amid the wilderness, rather than locked away within the confines of this castle, My Lord," she added, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

"Hmm, I see," he mused, his features shifting with contemplation. "Very well, it can be arranged. But remember, this will be no mere gathering of ladies. We shall be outside, and I will not tolerate any hindrances or delays caused by your presence." The king's words carried a stern warning, though a flicker of curiosity danced within his eyes.

Rhaenys couldn't help but feel a surge of relief, her face breaking into a radiant smile. "Thank you, Your Grace. Your kindness is most appreciated," she expressed, her gratitude spilling forth. "With your permission, I shall take my leave now, My Lord."

"Yes, go on then," he responded, granting her permission. With a sense of newfound hope, Rhaenys exited the king's presence, setting her sights on her chambers where she could find solace in solitude.

Yet, fate seemed intent on toying with her emotions, as she discovered the eunuch standing guard by her doors. The Dornish girl prepared herself to conjure any excuse to secure some much-needed privacy. However, before she could voice her pleas, the man spoke, his voice laced with a disingenuous smile. "Princess Rhaenys, it is a great relief to have found you," he addressed her, his words laced with an unsettling sense of familiarity. The desire to spit at his feet and dismiss him surged within her, but her wits remained sharp, aware that the enigmatic spymaster wouldn't be standing outside her chambers without purpose.

"Lord Varys," she addressed him with a measured tone, her gaze guarded and observant. The spymaster's presence always stirred mixed feelings within her—his charm was undeniably unsettling, yet she couldn't dismiss his cunning intelligence. Suppressing her instinctual disdain, she mustered a semblance of the diplomatic smile expected of a princess. "What brings you here at this hour? I assume it is a matter of importance?"

His slimy smile widened slightly, revealing a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Indeed, Princess Rhaenys, it is a matter of great import," he responded, his voice dripping with an air of mystery. She watched him, her thoughts swirling with suspicion, but she knew better than to reveal her true sentiments.

Curiosity and caution battled within her as she contemplated his words. While part of her yearned to dismiss him with contempt, the wiser part recognized the significance of his presence at her door. Holding her tongue, she maintained the facade of congeniality, her smile unwavering, concealing the storm of emotions raging within her.

"I do hope that I have not kept you waiting too long, Lord Varys," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of apology. Inwardly, she chided herself for not seeking refuge in the solitude of the Sept of Baelor instead of her own chambers at least in the sept men were more mindful of personal boundaries, a talent that was a rarity in the castle.

"Not at all, My Lady," Lord Varys responded, his tone carrying a subtle undertone of mockery that didn't escape her notice. His presence seemed to aggravate the headache that had begun brewing in the king's quarters. Rhaenys found it almost amusing to pin the blame on the eunuch for her mounting discomfort.

He knows about my betrothal to the Stark boy, she thought bitterly. Surely he was aware, yet he saw fit to withhold such crucial information from her. It wasn't a betrayal, she knew that well enough. Despite his claims of friendship, she recognized Varys for what he truly was—an unscrupulous man who only cared about his own interests. It wasn't his self-preservation that irked her; she shared that very trait. It was his pretense of innocence and ignorance that grated on her nerves.

"And what is it that you wished to speak of?" Rhaenys inquired, her voice laced with a blend of curiosity and wariness. "Oh, well, I just wished to chat with you," Lord Varys replied, his words dripping with a facade of sincerity. "It has been much too long since we've had a peaceful conversation." Her mind quickly recalled their shared dinner just three days prior.

"Well, I too have missed our conversations, My Lord," she remarked, her words laced with a tinge of false cordiality. "Please, do join me for tea in my chambers?" The prospect of company with a rat seemed more appealing at that moment, for at least those revolting creatures didn't feel the need to mask their true nature.

"Actually, Princess, I had thought that perhaps a bit of fresh air would do us good," Varys interjected.

"Yes, I am in need of some fresh air. It's been an awfully long time since we've visited the Godswood. Shall we go there?" Rhaenys declared without giving Lord Varys a chance to respond. Determined, she set off towards the sacred grove, and the eunuch swiftly followed in her wake.

As they arrived at the serene sanctuary of the Godswood, Varys wasted no time in breaking the silence.

"My Lady, it has come to my attention that you are to leave us soon," he spoke with a gentle tone, though Rhaenys resisted the urge to call out his feigned innocence. The man had been privy to her fate long before she had been informed, yet here he stood, pretending as if the news were new to him.

"Yes, it seems like my time in the capital will soon be over," she sighed, her voice heavy with resignation. "I am to marry Lord Robb Stark. They say he is a good man, and I am expected to be his dutiful wife," Bitterness tinged her words, unable to conceal the resentment she felt. Dutiful wife, she thought with disdain. She would sooner fling herself from her window than be bound to a Stark.

"You must know that this comes as a shock to me," Varys interjected, his voice conveying a hint of sincerity that Rhaenys found difficult to believe. Nonetheless, she nodded and offered him a polite smile, concealing her true emotions beneath a veil of courtesy.

"It comes as a surprise to me as well. But, My Lord, why did you wish to speak with me?" she inquired, her voice laced with a subtle sense of urgency.

"I only wished to warn you, Princess," he replied, his tone turning grave. She noticed a rare seriousness in his demeanor, a sight that unsettled her greatly.

"Warn me about what? Is there something that you aren't telling me?" Her voice grew slightly louder, her anxiety threatening to consume her. Rhaenys fought to maintain her composure, reminding herself that panicking would serve her no purpose. Stay calm, she repeated to herself, determined not to let her fears overwhelm her.

"I do not wish to worry you, My Lady. But I do think that it is within your right to know about this," Varys spoke, pausing momentarily as he locked eyes with Rhaenys, searching for any trace of emotion on her face. However, her face remained impassive, revealing nothing. Encouraged by her stoicism, he continued, his voice carrying an air of intrigue.

"As you well know, Princess, I have my little birds scattered all across Essos, diligently gathering information about your family, all under His Grace's command, of course. And well... as of late, my little birds have come across some most intriguing tidbits," Varys paused again, glancing around the secluded Godswood as if anticipating prying ears, though both he and Rhaenys knew they were alone. No one ventured to this sacred grove, ensuring their conversation remained shrouded in secrecy.

Restless, Rhaenys felt a growing sense of agitation. "Well, what did your little birds tell you?" she pressed, her voice betraying a mixture of anticipation and unease. The master of whispers leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he divulged his secret.

"The dragons will soon sail west,”

Rhaenys remained motionless, her body rigid. Her mind raced with the implications of those words. Rhaegar Targaryen, her father, was sailing west. Her family was returning home. Slowly, she turned her head, locking eyes with Varys. In that moment, the walls she had carefully erected around her emotions crumbled, and she felt her eyes welling up with tears. Yet, she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't grant Varys the satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability. Rhaenys knew that shedding tears would only portray her as weak. For years, she had held back her tears in front of others, refusing to allow anyone the privilege of witnessing her emotional frailty. And she damned the gods if the first person to witness her tears would be the master of whispers.

"Why are you telling me this, Varys?" Rhaenys' voice trembled, barely above a whisper. It lacked the regal authority she had carefully cultivated over the years. In this moment, the confident and poised princess dissolved, revealing a vulnerable girl standing before the Godswood. She felt small, as if the weight of the world bore down on her fragile shoulders. Fear and loneliness engulfed her, sensations that had become all too familiar, yet still managed to consume her. The reason for her overwhelming pain eluded her, leaving her perplexed and bewildered.

"I only wish to remind you that you are not alone, you are not the last dragon. You are not alone," Varys repeated softly, his words echoing in the stillness of the Godswood. With one last lingering gaze, he turned away, departing the sacred grove and leaving Rhaenys to wrestle with her swirling thoughts.

Time seemed to stand still as the princess remained rooted in the solitude of the Godswood. Her mind resembled a tangled web of conflicting emotions and fragmented thoughts. She sought clarity amidst the chaos, desperate to unravel the complexities within her. Alone in the hallowed embrace of the trees, she wrestled with the weight of her lineage, her destiny, and the uncertainty that loomed before her.

As Rhaenys emerged from the hallowed embrace of the Godswood, a fierce determination settled within her. The revelation sparked an unparalleled fury that coursed through her veins.

Since the moment her mother had perished, she had traversed a desolate path, bearing the weight of loneliness. Varys' hollow reassurances, proclaiming, "You are not alone," only served as a cruel reminder of the falsehood of such statements. Rhaenys had known loneliness intimately for far too long, a constant companion in the halls of a castle teeming with people who harbored no love for her. Oddly enough, the absence of affection had never truly bothered her. She had grown accustomed to the absence of love, realizing that the love of strangers held no significance in her existence. Her father's heart had never beat with affection for her, her brother was too young to remember her, much less love her. He And within these thoughts she came to a realization.

Rhaenys realized she no longer cared about her family's ties, the illustrious legacy of House Targaryen. The notion that she must love Aegon because he was her brother and the last reminisce of Elia Martell's lineage lost its hold on her heart. Why should blood define her loyalty or dictate her emotions? Years spent in the labyrinthine corridors of King's Landing had taught her that the bonds of blood held no true sway. She had grown accustomed to the solace of solitude, a resolute figure isolated even as her kin thrived across the Narrow Sea. Loneliness had become her constant companion, ingrained within the fabric of her being. But now, as the dragons prepared to reclaim their ancestral home, she found no flicker of anticipation within her being. How could she? She had been forgotten, left to wither in the shadows, and her heart had grown heavy with a seething resentment she could not extinguish. The prospect of a rekindled family, once cherished as a distant wish, now only served to deepen her bitterness.

Forgiveness seemed an elusive dream, even if her family had not deliberately left her behind. The growing resentment within her could not be silenced, and she embraced its consuming flames without remorse.

However twisted and tormented her thoughts may be, Rhaenys allowed them to intertwine with the very fabric of her heart. The weight of solitude bore down upon her, pressing her deeper into the depths of her own desires. Within the confines of her dimly lit chamber, moonlight casting ethereal shadows, she lay in bed, her only companion the pale glow that spilled through the window. With the moon as her silent witness, she summoned the courage to venture forth, guided by the secret passage that the ever-present eunuch had once revealed to her.

No longer bound by the legacy of dragons, she embraced her womanhood and the freedom it entailed. Why should she be confined by the rules that governed her kin? If Rhaegar Targaryen could pursue his own whims, then surely she, too, could forge her own path.

In the passage of time, years later, Rhaenys would look back upon this fateful night, the night that sealed her destiny. With the Gods as silent witnesses, she surrendered her maidenhood to the usurper.

In the dimly lit chamber, Rhaenys lay on a plush velvet bed adorned with intricate golden designs. The air was heavy with anticipation, charged with a mix of desire and guilt. A single candle flickered on a nearby table, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

As Rhaenys felt the weight of the usurper's body pressing against her own, she clenched her fists and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come. The initial pain seared through her, a sharp reminder of her sacrifice and unwavering determination. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she fought against the urge to cry out, determined to endure the agony that would pave the way to her desired future.

Her lilac eyes remained fixed upon the usurper, unwavering in their intensity. As the moments stretched on, his eyes fluttered closed, consumed by his own desires. Rhaenys took a deep breath, using the temporary lack of movement to steel herself for the next step in her plan.

The room seemed to hold its breath, as if even the gods themselves were silently witnessing the fateful union. Rhaenys, driven by her ambitions and guided by her resolve, moved with a purposeful grace. She knew that in this pivotal moment, she held not only her own destiny but also the fate of her family and the realm itself.

With each passing moment, the boundaries blurred between duty and desire, power and vulnerability. Rhaenys focused on her purpose, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She yearned for the control she would gain, the power that would be hers to wield. And yet, there was a sliver of uncertainty, a fleeting moment of doubt that lingered in the depths of her heart.

As the usurper's breath grew ragged and his grip on her tightened, Rhaenys found herself teetering on the precipice. In that fragile instant, she steeled herself once more, banishing all doubt from her mind. She would endure this moment, this sacrifice, for it was the key to her dreams becoming a reality.

In the quiet aftermath, a profound stillness settled over the room. Rhaenys lay there, feeling the mingling of her own essence with that of the usurper. The weight of her actions bore down upon her, both exhilarating and terrifying in its implications. In that moment, Rhaenys knew that she had sealed her destiny, forever binding her path to the treacherous road she had chosen to travel.

As the stolen moments of intimacy came to an end, Rhaenys was consumed by a torrent of tumultuous thoughts. Would this act be enough to sway the king's decision? Would he still make her marry the Stark boy as her uncle and Jon Arryn planned? Doubt gnawed at her, threatening to break through the fragile facade she had constructed. Had she made a grave mistake by offering herself to the usurper? What if he rejected her, casting her aside like a discarded pawn in his power game? The weight of uncertainty bore down upon her, tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill forth and betray the storm raging within her soul.

Desperation and self-preservation fueled her actions. Rhaenys knew that in order to escape the clutches of the dragons, she needed to become their enemy, a cunning stag veiled in the guise of loyalty. The only path to safety lay in the arms of Robert Baratheon. For if she became his, a possession he would never willingly relinquish, she could ensure that the Targaryens would never come to claim her as their own. Robert's possessive nature and aversion to sharing would be her shield against the impending storm.

As the tears cascaded down her cheeks, Rhaenys pleaded silently to the Gods for mercy, for peace they had denied her throughout her tumultuous existence. Perhaps the seed spilled within her would take root, granting her a semblance of mercy and protection. It was a desperate plea for salvation from a destiny that had shown her nothing but cruelty.

In the silent solitude of the kings chamber, Rhaenys succumbs to a fervent desperation. Her prayers spill forth like whispered secrets, seeking solace from the divine forces that protect the realm. With bated breath, she asks the Mother, the embodiment of compassion and mercy, to grant her plea. Let his seed take root within me, a plea for life to grow within the depths of her being.

Yet her desperation knows no bounds, transcending the confines of her own faith. She reaches out to the Gods of Old Valyria, those ancient deities whose names and faces remain elusive to her. With a fragile hope, she implores these enigmatic forces, their names and faces lost to time, to heed her plea and offer her redemption.

But her prayers do not end there, for her desperation extends even to the unfamiliar gods of the North, the Old Gods who are said to watch over the vast, ancient forests. Despite her lack of belief, she begs these ancient spirits for intervention, grasping at any semblance of hope that could sway the fates in her favor.

Lastly, her plea extends to the sun, that radiant celestial entity that bathes the world in light and warmth. With eyes raised to the heavens, she prays for strength, for the resilience to endure the trials that lie ahead. In her darkest hour, she yearns for the power to rise above her circumstances and exact the vengeance she so desperately craves.

In this moment of despair, she beseeches the divine forces, each prayer a whispered plea echoing through the chambers of her soul. Though her heart may doubt the likelihood of being heard, she clings to the flickering flame of hope, for in this darkness, it is all she has left.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf fic #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys targaryen fanfiction #rhaenys targaryen fic #rhaenys targaryen daughter of rhaegar #rhaenys targaryen daughter of elia #house targaryen #house martell #robert baratheon #robert x rhaenys

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If i can request 3 cats, Graypool X Oakheart X Thrushpelt?

Grousekit, Reedkit and Sprucekit are three kittens that RiverCLan really doesn't know what to do with. They were born shortly before Oakheart and Thrushpelt died, leaving Graypool to take care of these menaces all alone. The clan believes they are Oakheart and Graypool's only. Mistyfoot and Stonefur stepped in to help graypool take care of the kits. The kits were terribly hurt when even Graypool was found dead.

Grousekit is a stuck up little stickler to rules that will often follow leopardfur around while she does her deputy duties. Grouse wants to become leader when they grow up and tried very hard to impress Leopard and uncle Crookedstar for that purpose only. They aren't always too happy with how rambunctious Reedkit and Sprucekit are. their warrior name would be grouseclaw

Reedkit (just like Oakheart kinda) looks a lot like Reedshine and is sometimes plagued by dreams about a weird, angry tortie in a dark forest. xe only cares about having fun with Sprucekit and Grousekit (when they aren't being grumpy). xe's the closets to their niblings (mistyfoot kits, reedwhisker isn't named reedwhisker tho) and plays a whole lot with them. their warrior name would be Reedspring.

Sprucekit is the biggest terror of the litter and has caused a lot of panic in the clan every time they fell in the river or dissapeared out of camp. All the punishments they had to do doesn't stop them from being rambunctious all the time. The elders love them though, and so do the other kits. They talk too much too and this nearly got them killed by Tigerstar after he ordered Stonefur's execution. their warrior name would be Sprucecrash

okay so, long story under the cut

The kits were obviously devastated when they learnt that oakheart died. They never forgave ThunderClan and especially Tigerclaw for it. Thrush had been dead for a month when the kits were born and they didn't know about thrush sadly, but Oak's death hurt. Graypool began struggling to raise them, but misty and stone stepped in to assist their little siblings.

Grouse, wanting to become deputy/leader was always doing everything to make Leoardfur proud of them. They did anything leopard wanted them to do, even as a young kit. They never had the same energy as their littermates and often sat alone, far away from the two to mope.

Reed did try to be close to them a lot. Reed is the social one and is loved by everyone in the clan for xir honesty and care. Reed isn't gunning for a place of power, xe simply wants what's best for RiverClan and especially xir family. Xe was the most hurt when Graypool also died, but xe found solace in Spruce.

Spruce is a troublemaker and confident. Way too confident if you ask Leopardfur, who specifically requested to become Spruce's mentor to keep them in check. Always out exploring, falling into the river a few too many times, catching their first prey at three moons old (kinda like cloudkit tbh), spruce was quite the pawful. Leoardfur did try her best to tone their energy down and while it didn't fully work the two worked well as a duo.

The three became apprentices around the time that tensions between ThunderClan and RiverClan were high. The three were prepped constantly to fight any ThunderClan cat that would bother their Clan. The training they did went mostly fine, Grousepaw was given to Reedtail, another serious and hard working cat, but they spent more time with Leopardfur than Reed anyway. Reedpaw got Skyheart and Sprucepaw got Leopardfur since someone had to keep this little terror in check. Spruce and Leopard worked well together, despite Leopard really not being able to control Spruce fully. The three had a fun apprentice hood, watching as thunderclan dealt with drama after drama, and maybe struggling a bit with the flood, but nothing too bad.

Sprucepaw especially had a lot of fun with Leopardfur. They two were often seen bickering about the littlest of things, kinda like siblings, but they worked extremely well together when things needed to be done. Sprucepaw admired Leopardfur a lot and actually listened to her advice about certain things, they simply didn’t want to not live a carefree and authentic life, which did irritate Leopard, but even she had to admit that just doing whatever could be fun sometimes.

Things began going south when after Tigerclaw (whom they never forgave), now Tigerstar began visiting RiverClan to talk to Leopardfur pretty often. Sprucepaw really didn’t like Tiger and he knew that. the two would exchange glares constantly and Spruce would loudly defend anything tigerstar was against and vice versa. Leopard had to send spruce away way too often when Tiger was visiting simply because of that reason. Grouse on the other hand was often allowed to sit next to Leopardfur and listen to the two talking. Grouse was quiet and respectful and Tigerstar liked that. Reedpaw simply shied away from Tigerstar, xe didn’t want to deal with his piercing gaze and intimidating presence (I am keeping the “mapleshade visits tiger” thing only to have maple rile tiger up against reedpaw, which is definitely happening here).

That one time Tigerstar left RiverClan after another visit and Sprucepaw just came back from hunting with Reedtail, Skyheart and Reedpaw and they saw Tiger leave. They decided to follow Tiger and saw that Graypool (who had retired to the elder’s den because of dementia) was following him. Spruce tried to catch up to their mom without tiger seeing them, but they were too late to stop Graypool from falling to her death. Spruce was in absolute shock and attacked Fireheart when he went to check on the body. Spruce calmed down enough to realize fire wasn’t going to be disrespectful or dangerous and they brought Graypool back to RiverClan where Mistyfoot found them.

By this time the three would’ve been close to becoming warriors, but they were allowed to stall a bit to mourn the death of their mom. Reedpaw and Sprucepaw were severely hurt by her death, and even Grousepaw looked sadder than usual. Then Crookedstar died and Leopardstar became leader, with Stonefur as her deputy. The trio was proud of their older brother.

Sprucepaw was a mess and didn’t want to tell anyone about what had happened for Graypool to die. They had already been reprimanded too often for bad mouthing tigerstar. Leopardstar wasn’t going to be listening to their word about the dark tabby any time soon, and things didn’t get better when ShadowClan warriors began showing up regularly in RiverClan to “trade information” or something. Sprucepaw was never allowed to be in the same area as them since Spruce would’ve been an aggressive little shit to the shadowclanners.

Then Tigerstar fully merged the two clans under the banner of TigerClan. Spruce did a lot of effort to not outright oppose the decision of their leader and mentor and of the shadowclan tyran. When Stonefur, Mistyfoot, her kits, Featherpaw, and Stormpaw were being kept prisoner Sprucepaw was fuming, but Reedpaw helped them stay just quiet enough to not be in trouble. The day of the execution Sprucepaw was outraged. They were going to intervene and fight for Stonefur and kill both darkstripe and blackfoot immediately. Grousepaw on the other hand didn’t want that to happen and bodied Sprucepaw against the ground before they could try anything stupid. Grousepaw argued that they did deserve to be punished, and that either way it wasn’t their battle to fight. Grouse wasn’t going to let Sprucepaw tarnish their reputation even more with their outlandish acts. Sprucepaw, who had always been the best fighter of their litter, did easily throw Grousepaw off them, but by this time Stonefur was being attacked by both Blackfoot and Darkstripe and was about to die.

Sprucepaw didn’t care if Stonefur was only their half-sibling or whatever, they cared about him and sprang on Darkstripe's back. One quick bite took care of darkstripe, but stonefur was already dead. Sprucepaw was attempting to attack blackfoot too, but Leopardstar sprang down and dragged Sprucepaw away herself. Sprucepaw wasn’t put in the same prison as the “halfclanners” but Tigerstar had a more amusing (to him, and him only) punishment in his head. He had been wanting to deal with Reedpaw for a while now and either Sprucepaw killed Reedpaw, either Tigerstar killed xir himself, but Sprucepaw would Have to watch and then die too by his claws. (this isn’t killing apprentices I swear! They should have been warriors by now if their feelings about a dead cat hadn’t made them weak (he’s talking about Graypool here)).

Sprucepaw snapped and sprang for Tigerstar’s throat. They were in for the double kill that day, but Tigerstar simply threw them in the river with one slap of their paw. This is also the time that the alarm was given that the “halfclanners” had escaped and the pursuit was launched, so Reedpaw had one moment to grab Sprucepaw and book it and so xe did. By escaping through the larger part of the river Reedpaw assured the fact that no shadowclanner would try to follow them. Grousepaw didn’t try to, but it only resulted in an all out brawl between Sprucepaw, Reedpaw and Grousepaw. Spruce accused Grouse of only caring about themselves and their beloved reputation and not doing anything for their fucking littermates, while also clawing a huge wound on grouse’s cheek Reed and Spruce escaped RiverClan, leaving Grousepaw battered and alone.

Spruce and Reed wondered what they should do now that they were out of RiverClan, Spruce still disliked ThunderClan too much to live there and ShadowClan was even more infested with tigerstar’s filth than even RiverClan. Their wondering didn’t last long as a WindClan patrol found them sopping wet and wounded and asked what the fuck they were doing. The two apprentices were taken to WindClan to at least recover from that, before they’d choose what to do next.

In RiverClan shit was not pretty. Tigerstar was fuming that he lost both all the “halfclanners” and those two pesky apprentices he oh so dearly wanted to hurt. Grousepaw, though, had shown to be a trusty and loyal RiverClanner and Tigerstar proposed to finally give them a warrior name for their hard service to TigerClan. Grousepaw was intimidated by this, but accepted (with a bit of prodding by Leopardstar because it’d lighten up the mood a bit from the morose state the clan was in). Grousepaw got the name Grouseclaw and was immediately given the role of RiverClan deputy by Tigerstar.

Tigerstar did still want to fucking murder Spruce and Reed and after he discovered that the two were resting in WindClan he decided to launch a raid on WindClan to 1. scare them into joining TigerClan, 2. intimidate ThunderClan by proxy and 3. kill Spruce and Reed finally. It took a few days for the raid to actually be prepared and in that time Tigerstar mostly planned things with Grouseclaw instead of either blackfoot (because he’s too dumb) or Leopardstar (because she has the backbone of a chocolate eclair and is too weak simply). Grouseclaw had a lot of expectation thrust onto them suddenly and didn’t have a lot of time to fully think about their confrontation with Spruce and Reed, until the night right before the launch. Tigerstar had told Grouse to sleep early to be fully ready for the next day, as there they would finally be able to take their revenge on Spruce and Reed for betraying RiverClan.

Grouse couldn’t sleep and looked at the reflection of the moon in the river. They finally decided that they weren’t going to let their siblings, nor anyone else be hurt because of their inaction and sneaked off to windclan. Their visit was very unwelcome, the other clans had heard the news of their sudden promotion, and Tallstar’s wasn’t really going to listen to Grouse, especially after SPruce and Reed told their story. Grouse pleaded, and got to share the information they had publicly, to the entire clan if they wanted to say anything. So they did and they told WindClan about Tigerstar’s plans. Grouseclaw left right after telling that news, Sprucepaw and Reedpaw didn’t want to talk to them at all. WindClan didn’t fully trust Grouseclaw, but after they left they did prepare themselves for an attack.

The camp was securitized, a very fast runner that knew where thunderclan’s camp was had to be prepared at all times in case they got attacked, the nursery got evacuated, the kits and elders were sent to stay with Ravenpaw and Barley (the two were very welcoming dw about them). WindClan was ready for a fight and when early in the morning Tigerstar launched the raid, Onewhisker ran as fast as he’s never ran to reach ThunderClan. While he was running, the other cats were fighting viciously. Tigerstar booked it for Tallstar while he had his goons trample the whole camp and destroy it as much as possible (fucking jaggedtooth even ate a whole rabbit while rampaging the camp). The fight was still very unfair since it was riverclan AND shadowclan against WindClan, but ThunderClan didn’t take long to arrive. In this time Tigerstar did have Gorsepaw pinned, but Sprucepaw was still in a rage mode and sprang on Tigerstar’s back and destabilized him enough to let Gorsepaw escape.

Sprucepaw landed on the ground and got pinned instead of Gorsepaw, but now both Reedpaw and Grouseclaw attacked Tigerstar. Sprucepaw escaped and began yelling about everything Tigerstar had done, even being the reason that Graypool died. A good few RiverClan cats (very much including Grouseclaw) were horrified by that fact. After ThunderClan showed up, Tigerstar decided to retreat. He called TigerClan back and did a lot of effort to scare them into obedience. By some miracle he hadn’t seen that Grouseclawwas the one that had attacked him with Reedpaw and neither did Tiger’s closest followers, who were busy keeping the WindClanners away from Tiger. Only riverclan cats saw what Grouseclaw had done.

TigerClan was becoming more unstable by the days, but luckily a confrontation against ThunderClan and WindClan would happen soon, so Tiger didn’t have to do a lot of heavy lifting to keep all the RiverClan cats from betraying him. He did decide to constantly have his closest followers surround him like a guard, which didn’t help with the mood in the clan.

On the day of the facing-off the tensions were High. RiverClan was being more and more “rebellious” by the hour, and Tiger had at least punished one cat already, but the final moment was due and at fourtrees he called upon Scourge and BloodClan. Like in canon, Scourge killed him. The fight against TigerClan wouldn’t happen anymore, but BloodClan was now the new threat. RiverClan and WindClan were going to fight on the same side. Sprucepaw was still too angry at Grouseclaw to even look at them, but Reedpaw and Grouseclaw exchanged some words before the big showdown.

Sprucepaw was with the other apprentices that killed Bone after Whitestorm’s death, but a bit later they got cornered against highrock by three very angry BloodClanners. Both Reedpaw and Grouseclaw saw that happen and they instinctively attacked one bloodclanner each, leaving one for Sprucepaw to deal with. After the three bloodclanners fled Sprucepaw quickly said thanks to Grouseclaw before fighting by Gorsepaw’s side to tear a big bloodclan cat away from Mudclaw. Grouseclaw stood dumbfounded for a short moment, but quickly returned to fighting. Reedpaw found Skyheart wounded and helped them to the healers before joining Sprucepaw in the action again.

The rest of the fight went like in canon. Firestar kills Scourge, the bloodclan cats flee the forest for good (let’s ignore their returns in this au). The clans were settling again after the whole thing, but a few cats still needed to find their place. Sprucepaw didn’t want to return to RiverClan, ever. They couldn’t look Leopardstar in the face and would’ve honestly preferred if she stepped down. Reedpaw liked living in WindClan and talked with Sprucepaw about what they’d like to do both. Spruce knew they wanted to be with Reedpaw no matter what, and gotta say, they also kinda liked WindClan too, especially a little orange and white apprentice.

Grouseclaw didn’t know what they would have to do now. Their promotion to deputyhood had broken the code very brutally and they had done a few heinous things while following Tigerstar. They stepped down from the role, but they stayed a prominent figure in the clan, simply because of how they dared to fight against tigerstar in WindClan. They worked hard to regain the trust and respect from the other cats, in an actual and genuine way *looks at Leopardstar* and began working hard to make cats less prone to the same things that had led to Tigerstar’s rule.

When in TNP, when Leopardstar was being a bit too xenophobic again, Grouseclaw was one of the first cats to fight back against it openly. They dared to admit their faults and dared Leopard to do the same. It didn’t go amazingly well, but it did force Leopard to reconsider her actions, simply because of her public image. Grouseclaw did know that Spruce and Reed would probably never want to be close with them again, and while it hurt them a lot, they knew what they had done and didn’t try to push.

Reed and Spruce became warriors in WindClan after quite a while longer as apprentices since they needed to learn how WindClan cats hunt and live. (Sprucepaw was becoming so restless from being an apprentice for more than a year, nearly two actually), but they eventually became warriors and got the names Reedspring and Sprucecrash.

Spruce really never fully forgave Grouse. they simply don’t want to talk to them ever again. Reed on the other hand does have some polite chats with Grouse when they see each other at gatherings or on border patrol. In the rare cases that WindClan and RiverClan fight, the three simply don’t attack each other and focus on other cats.

Sprucecrash and Gorsefire became mates around TNP. They don’t have kits, but they spend a lot of time together. Reedspring doesn’t know what to do with them sometimes, but xe loves xir sibling and their mate.

#warrior cats #morningdraws #oakheart #graypool #thrushpelt #hypokits #silly little kitties :)#warrior cats au #thunderclan #riverclan #tigerclaw #tigerstar #leopardstar

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games-und-lyrik · 1 month

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Terror At Oakheart: Ein düsteres Abenteuer wartet

"Terror At Oakheart" entführt die Spieler in eine Welt voller Dunkelheit und Geheimnisse. Das Spiel, angesiedelt in der fiktiven Stadt Oakheart, bietet ein intensives Erlebnis für Fans von Horror- und Survival-Games. In diesem Artikel tauchen wir in die Tiefen von Oakheart ein und erforschen, was dieses Spiel so einzigartig macht. Die Story: Dunkle Geheimnisse in Terror at Oakheart Im Zentrum von "Terror At Oakheart" steht eine packende Story, die den Spieler in die Rolle eines Protagonisten versetzt, der in die geheimnisvolle Stadt kommt. Hier muss er das Mysterium um plötzlich verschwundene Stadtbewohner aufklären. Die Atmosphäre ist dicht und die ständige Bedrohung durch unbekannte Kräfte sorgt für anhaltende Spannung. ©Tainted Pact. Gameplay: Survival-Horror vom Feinsten Das Gameplay von "Terror At Oakheart" ist eine ausgewogene Mischung aus Erkundung, Rätsellösen und Survival-Elementen. Spieler müssen Ressourcen sammeln, um zu überleben, während sie gleichzeitig die dunklen Ecken Oakhearts erforschen. Das Spiel setzt auf Stealth-Elemente und taktisches Vorgehen, um die Gefahren zu meistern. ©Tainted Pact. Grafik und Sound: Eine düstere Atmosphäre Die grafische Darstellung in "Terror At Oakheart" ist beeindruckend. Mit detaillierten Umgebungen und einer düsteren Farbpalette wird eine beklemmende Atmosphäre erzeugt. Der Soundtrack und die Soundeffekte tragen wesentlich zur Spannung bei und verstärken das immersive Erlebnis. ©Tainted Pact. Herausforderungen und Rätsel Eine besondere Stärke des Spiels sind die herausfordernden Rätsel, die den Spieler immer wieder vor neue Aufgaben stellen. Diese Rätsel sind nicht nur gut in die Story integriert, sondern fordern auch Kreativität und logisches Denken. Fazit "Terror At Oakheart" ist ein herausragendes Beispiel für ein Horror-Survival-Spiel, das mit seiner packenden Story, dem ausgewogenen Gameplay und der düsteren Atmosphäre überzeugt. Es bietet ein intensives und fesselndes Spielerlebnis, das Fans des Genres definitiv nicht verpassen sollten. Die Kombination aus gruseliger Erzählung, anspruchsvollen Rätseln und einer beängstigenden Spielwelt macht "Terror At Oakheart" zu einem unvergesslichen Abenteuer. "Terror At Oakheart" vs. "Runaway: A Road Adventure": Ein Genre-Vergleich "Terror At Oakheart" und "Runaway: A Road Adventure" bieten beide spannende Adventure-Erlebnisse, unterscheiden sich jedoch stark in Stil und Atmosphäre. Während "Runaway" sich durch sein farbenfrohes Design und seine humorvolle Herangehensweise an das Adventure-Genre auszeichnet, taucht "Terror At Oakheart" den Spieler in eine düstere und bedrohliche Welt ein, die sich durch Horror- und Survival-Elemente definiert. "Runaway" setzt auf klassische Rätsel und eine charaktergetriebene Erzählung, "Terror At Oakheart" hingegen fokussiert sich auf ein intensiveres Erlebnis mit Survival-Herausforderungen und einer beklemmenden Atmosphäre. Diese unterschiedlichen Ansätze bieten jeweils einzigartige Spielerfahrungen und zeigen die Vielseitigkeit des Adventure-Genres. Weiter geht es zur Steam-Site Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

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comicbuzzofficial · 2 months

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Terror at Oakheart Review

#videogames #gaming

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asexual-levia-tan · 2 months

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watching a livestream of terror at oakheart and i had to leave for a bit so i checked chat when i came back to see what happened with ashley and the comments were all "D:" and "oh my GOD" and one comment that was literally just "this game is traumatizing me i'm gonna go"

#wwaffles bein' an idiot #someone's skin got ripped off but i've been not looking at the death animations so im not sure it was her

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emotionalmultimediaride · 2 months

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Game release: "Terror At Oakheart" (PC)

Tainted Pact and Assemble Entertainment‘s survival horror RPG Terror At Oakheart brings back some good old and new slasher movie vibes. Anyone who has watched the trailer below will instantly see all the 80ies/90ies references if he or she is a fan of the genre, as various characters in the titular town face the psychotic serial killer Teddy. The question isn’t only how they meet their grisly…