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Mosskit looks like a little frog i love her sm
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Moon 20: Is pretty Heavypaw centred but honestly we love that for her!! You go queen!! <333
Also Jumpjoy now getting hounded by Dawnkit about where babies come from! These kids won't give him a break!
We also stan supportive Lakefur <3
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RippleClan: Moon 32
Rustshade and Downstar see each other in a different light and have become mates.
[Image ID: Rustshade and Downstar face their living children. Under Rustshade, it says + MATE: DOWNSTAR. Under Downstar, it says + MATE: RUSTSHADE.]
“This can’t continue,” Rustshade grumbled.
“What are you talking about?” Mousepaw huffed. The pair shared a meal Rabbitjoy and Rattlepelt claimed would become a culinary staple of RippleClan some day; salted, kelp-wrapped meat. It was nothing like any of the other Clans made, and Rustshade wasn’t too sure if he liked it, despite the positive feedback from the rest of the Clan. Then again, his mind was not on food that day. Instead, his eyes were stuck on Downstar’s den.
“I didn’t mean to say that aloud,” Rustshade gulped, hiding his expression in his kelp wrap. “Just some private concerns. No need for you to worry, Mousepaw.”
“Since when do I worry about anything anyone else does?” Mousepaw scoffed. Rustshade sighed and stood, shaking sand and snow off his belly.
“You can eat my leftovers,” Rustshade muttered, heading for the leader’s den.
He weaved between the masses of Clanmates gathered to share their own portions of the salty new treat. He slipped into the shadows of the shipwreck and the depths of Downstar’s den. Downstar laid in her nest, quietly eating her small kelp wrap. She looked up as soon as Rustshade entered.
“Is something wrong?” Downstar asked, hurrying to her paws.
“Not with me,” Rustshade grunted, marching to Downstar’s side. He squared his jaw and said, “Downstar, as your friend, I am ordering you to leave your den.”
“You’ve never had a good sense of humor, Rustshade,” Downstar muttered, sitting back down.
“This is not a joke,” Rustshade snapped. “Your leg has been fine for over a moon. You’ve avoided half a year’s worth of Gatherings and holidays. This isn’t like you.”
“I haven’t been in a social mood, Rustshade,” Downstar growled, curling her lip.
“The Clan is worried,” Rustshade hissed, meeting Downstar’s sneer with his own bared teeth. “You haven’t been yourself since the darkhound attacked.”
“Leave me alone, Rustshade!” Downstar snapped. “Go back to your apprentice.” Downstar flicked her tail at Rustshade and turned her back.
“You know better than to believe this is healthy,” Rustshade grunted. He stomped around and faced Downstar, despite the way her amber eyes focused on anything but him.
“What am I supposed to do?” Downstar huffed. “You’re out there, enjoying yourselves, when all I can think about is what we need to do to prepare for the next challenge StarClan will throw at us. Staying in here has been easier.”
“I understand, I do,” Rustshade insisted. “When my kits died, I wanted to put all my energy into making sure my others thrived. I forgot that I had to thrive too for a while there.”
“You did?” Downstar asked.
“I keep it hidden better,” Rustshade sighed. He sat next to Downstar and said nothing for a while. Downstar’s quiet breaths filled the den.
“I don’t quite know where to go from here,” Downstar admitted.
“Just know you’re not alone,” Rustshade said. His paw slipped next to Downstar’s. A little-felt spark passed through him. A moment later, Downstar rested her tail over his. Rustshade leaned into Downstar, and Downstar into him.
(Rustshade: 76, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)
(Mousepaw: 9, female, codekeeper apprentice, loyal, oddly observant)
(Downstar: 91, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)
James confessed his feelings to Weedfoot and they have become mates.
[Image ID: Weedfoot and James stand together, facing Oilstripe. Paleshade’s ghost stands next to Oilstripe, transparent. Oilstripe says, “Paleshade couldn’t be happier.” Under Weedfoot, it says + MATE: JAMES. Under James, it says + MATE: WEEDFOOT.]
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Oilstripe wasn’t sure what to think of her father’s new relationship. He liked Downstar? Oilstripe knew they were close, all the founding members were to some degree, but Downstar? Didn’t she still hate Oilstripe? Her opinion seemed to have softened since Oilstripe revealed her secret sight to the Clan, but still… did she have to consider Wildclaw and her brothers as her own siblings? Did she have to call Downstar her mother? Please. She had no idea where her real mother’s spirit even was, she wasn’t going to get another mother. At least they had the good graces to quickly inform their children.
“Good for Rustshade!” Applepelt chirped. Her ghost spent a lot of time around camp, keeping an eye on Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle. Currently, she and Oilstipe sat by the oven, enjoying the leftover scent of Rabbitjoy’s kelp dish. “If they think they’ll be better off together, I say this is something to celebrate.”
“I’m allowed to be a little grumpy,” Oilstripe scoffed, flicking her tail through Applepelt’s transparent back leg. Applepelt’s star-speckled whiskers twitched. A shiver ran down her back.
“Oh, oh, Oilstripe!” Applepelt chirped. “Pay attention. More cats are visiting.” Star-studded cats slipped out of nearly every den in camp. Wasppaw, a bright golden tom, charged out of the apprentice’s den. Lavenderleaf, in all her soft brown glory, rubbed past Rabbitjoy as she made her way into the heart of the camp. Even more warriors whom Oilstripe almost never saw joined the more familiar faces, with everyone eagerly chatting. But it was Paleshade, emerging from behind the Shiprock, who caught Oilstripe’s attention. Her gray and cream pelt glimmered against the snow lining camp.
“They’ll be here in a few moments, everyone!” Paleshade cheered. She caught Oilstripe’s eye and called, “Oilstripe! Join us! You will want to celebrate.”
“Applepelt, do you know why they’re here?” Oilstripe asked.
“I have no idea,” Applepelt chirped, as obnoxiously positive as ever. “The Ashes in the Water are always doing something together.” Of course, the cats Oilstripe didn’t recognize were other members of the Ashes in the Water! The old red tom laying between Burdockcreek and Clammask had to be Redcloud. The gray and brown toms were Finstrike and Sprucespring. And the fawny molly trotting around camp was Burdockstream! Everyone Weedfoot lost in AshClan was gathering in camp, eagerly waiting for… something.
Oilstripe hopped off the rocks and weaved around her living Clanmates (mostly her siblings and the Downstar litter, still discussing their parents’ announcement). Wasppaw bounced around Paleshade, straining to look over the rocky borders of camp.
“Where is she?” Wasppaw groaned. “I can’t take it!”
“Patience is a virtue, Wasppaw,” Paleshade purred. “I think I hear their pawsteps in the snow outside.”
“Who exactly are we waiting for?” Oilstripe muttered. Even though the Clan knew she saw ghosts, she still held hushed conversations when others were in ear-shot.
At that moment, Weedfoot and James strolled into camp. They walked in sync, pelts together and tails interwoven. StarClan cheered as James nuzzled Weedfoot’s cheek.
“Are those two finally together?” Mousepaw scoffed from where she shared tongues with Shadowdrop. Her blunt question caught the attention of the living cats. RippleClan’s eyes rested on James and Weedfoot.
“A rather rude way to phrase it,” James chuckled, “but the two of us have grown closer these last few moons, and after a long discussion… yes. We are together.”
“StarClan, two in one day!” Burdockcreek groaned. The living and the dead swarmed James and Weedfoot. Rustshade and Downstar peeked out of the leader’s den and investigated the hub-bub. Oilstripe stayed outside of the crowd. To her surprise, Paleshade stayed with her.
“Shouldn’t you be congratuating your old mate?” Oilstripe asked. She winced and said, “That’s not a sore subject, is it? I don’t know how you manage having one mate in StarClan and another alive.”
“I’m overjoyed for Weedy,” Paleshade purred. “James is a charming tom. I know they’ll be happy together. I also know that I’m certain to become close friends with James once he joins our ranks.” Paleshade winked and Oilstripe couldn’t hold back a snort. “But how about you? Weedfoot is your closest friend. Congratulate her.”
“I don’t know if that’s true anymore,” Oilstripe muttered, staring at her old mentor. Weedfoot laughed and joked with the cats around her, utterly unaware that her old friends were a part of the festivities. “I always knew other cats thought I was weird before they knew I spoke to the dead. But Weedfoot thought I was sick and said nothing. If she really cared about me, why didn’t she talk to me?”
“She thought Fennelspot was helping,” Paleshade explained. Her misty tail passed through Oilstripe’s body. “She didn’t want to overstep. She didn’t know how to approach the subject.”
“How much of our friendship was her taking pity on me?” Oilstripe gulped. “Did she even see me as an equal?” She couldn’t bear to look at Weedfoot any longer.
“The only way you can answer those questions is if you have the conversation you’ve been avoiding for moons,” Paleshade huffed. “It doesn’t take the wisdom of StarClan to know that communication is the greatest tool a friend can wield to heal a relationship. I can’t tell you how many hours Weedfoot and I spent hashing out disagreements and ideas when we were young. You’re both mature enough to work through this. Now why don’t we see her together? I believe the crowd is thinning out.”
Paleshade waved her tail and sure enough, the Clan drifted away from the second new couple of the day. Weedfoot made eye contact with Oilstripe. Oilstripe held her breath. Weedfoot nudged James and the pair slowly approached Oilstipe.
“I’m glad you finally said something to him,” Oilstripe stammered as Paleshade’s tail phased through her own.
“Actually, James brought it up first,” Weedfoot purred, bunting her new mate. “I’m glad, though. We’ll be stronger together.” Paleshade stood tall and nodded to Oilstripe. Oilstripe steadied her nerves.
“Paleshade couldn’t be happier,” she said, barely breathing. Weedfoot stilled, blinking slowly as she processed what Oilstripe said. “She, uh… she’s really proud of you.” Weedfoot glanced around, as though hoping she could see Paleshade herself. The molly in question moved to Weedfoot’s side, purring. Weedfoot stepped away from James and got closer to Oilstripe.
“I’m sorry I upset you, Oilstripe,” Weedfoot said. “I should have told you my concerns moons ago.”
“I was scared to tell others, because I thought they wouldn’t believe me,” Oilstripe said. “I don’t want to be the odd cat out.”
“You’re the best apprentice I’ve ever had,” Weedfoot said. She pressed against Oilstripe with a deep purr. Oilstripe pressed back, burying her face in her dear friend’s warm pelt.
(Oilstripe: 36, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)
(Applepelt: 31, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)
(Mousepaw: 9, female, codekeeper apprentice, loyal, oddly observant)
(James: 108, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)
(Burdockcreek: 26, male, historian, competitive, lore keeper)
(Weedfoot: 81, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)
Fennelspot and Oilstripe have a long conversation about goals and aspirations and discover they have a lot in common.
[Image ID: Fennelspot and Oilstripe face each other.]
(Fennelspot: 89, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)
(Oilstripe: 36, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)
Weedfoot organizes a mock battle to keep RippleClan’s skills sharp.
[Image ID: Weedfoot watches a large crowd of cats, including Fennelspot, Parsley & Scrubmask, and Oilstripe, James, & Carnationspeckle.]
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The entire camp was a part of Weedfoot’s big training exercise, even those who were never expected to fight. Wildclaw was stuck to Rattlepelt’s side, showing her some swift defensive tactics with Halibutdusk’s help. Parsley and Scrubmask practiced some basic manuvers on the rocks surrounding camp. Rustshade and Mousepaw were arguing about who to spar with, held back only by Rabbitjoy and Downstar (who had finally started participating in Clan activities again). Oilstripe’s moves were off that day, but James and Carnationspeckle both took the time to work through some kinks with her. Fennelspot and Shadowdrop were the only ones not participating; Fennelspot kept an eye out for any overeager fighters while Shadowdrop had to keep his front leg still so the bone could heal.
Weedfoot directed the practice from a comfortable spot by the oven. The Clan had some excellent fighters in their ranks! Everyone rolled and tumbled about, unaffected by the late winter chill, putting their all into showing their strength. It reminded Weedfoot of AshClan in some regards. It was the perfect distraction.
At least until Oilstripe broke off from James and Carnationspeckle and joined Weedfoot.
“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong today,” Oilstripe groaned. “I can’t focus on anything! Can you spar with me for a while? You always had great things to say in battle training.”
“Oh, I’m sure James and Carnationspeckle are more than enough to help you,” Weedfoot stammered, shaking her head. “I want to make sure everyone is getting their practice in. LynxClan has been stirring up such a fuss about access to our salt resources, I want everyone to be prepared if they make a move.”
“Carnationspeckle gets nervous when she pushes too hard,” Oilstripe groaned, “and James doesn’t want to push at all. You’re still the best fighter in RippleClan, paws down.”
“Thank you, Oilstripe,” Weedfoot gulped, “but I’m sure, I don’t want to spar right now.”
“Why not?” Oilstripe asked. Her curious gaze drifted over Weedfoot’s fur. “Are you not feeling well? You devoured that bass like you haven’t eaten in moons.” Weedfoot glanced at her Clanmates, but they were all focused on their own tasks or disagreements.
“Step outside with me,” Weedfoot whispered, flicking her tail to the exit. Oilstripe quietly followed her out of camp. Weedfoot led her to the thin coast south of camp, far enough away that no one could hear them. She sat where the sand met the snow-speckled grass.
[Image ID: Weedfoot and Oilstripe face each other. Weedfoot says, “I don’t know if I can be a mother, Oilstripe. I only just decided to be a mate again.”]
“You aren’t the sort to be so nervous,” Oilstripe hummed. “What’s wrong?”
“Are there any ghosts listening in?” Weedfoot wondered as the fur on the back of her neck stood up.
“Weedfoot, just tell me what’s bothering you,” Oilstripe snapped.
“I can’t spar because I’m pregnant,” Weedfoot blurted. It was like the words exploded out of her. She subconsciously tucked her tail over her belly. Oilstripe’s whole pelt stood on end.
“Is this something we’re excited for?” Oilstripe gulped hesitantly, unable to tear her eyes off Weedfoot’s stomach.
“I don’t know,” Weedfoot groaned. She stared out at the ocean, which blew salty drops into her face. “I think I want these kits. James and I talked about parenthood half a moon ago. He would love to be a father. He said it would give him more excuses to stay in camp.” Weedfoot chuckled at the memory and looked back at Oilstripe, whose whole attention was stuck on her. “I don’t know if I can be a mother, Oilstripe. I only just decided to be a mate again.”
“You have a whole Clan of cats who adore you,” Oilstripe insisted. “We won’t put this all on you. We’ll drown your kits in love and attention.”
“I know,” Weedfoot purred, curling around her stiff belly. “I want these kits. That doesn’t stop me from being scared.”
“Does James know?” Oilstripe asked.
“Only Fennelspot and I,” Weedfoot admitted. “He told me this morning. I’m still overwhelmed.”
“It might make you feel better to see James lose his mind,” Oilstripe suggested, flicking her ears back toward camp.
“I don’t want to stop the battle early,” Weedfoot said, settling down. “Could you sit with me for a while? We’ll go back soon, I promise.” Oilstripe scooted close and settled pelt-to-pelt against Weedfoot. It was hard for Weedfoot to form a complete thought as her mind fluttered through half-finished words and vague memories. As a large wave crashed onto the shore and stretched to meet Weedfoot’s paws, however, one word clarified itself like the shimmer of salt water on sand.
Wonderful.
(Weedfoot: 81, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)
(Oilstripe: 36, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)
#warrior cats#clangen#rippleclan#warriors#rippleclan story#downstar#oilstripe#paleshade#wasppaw#rustshade#mousepaw#burdockcreek#james#fennelspot#applepelt
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WindClan Height Chart
#beetlecoat#sandyfire#ringthunder#acornrock#amberraven#lavaclaw#shredbelly#plumsting#infernofleck#tatteredfern#aspenpaw#wasppaw#icestar#fawnpaw#maplepaw#height chart#references#warrior cats oc#my art#the unknown leader
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HEY LOOK AT THIS NOT AT ALL SAD THING TAKEN FROM A LONGER POST
MOON 3: Stone tells Wasp that they're both destined for great things, and will train together and patrol together all the time.
MOON 7: Stone went missing, and was found dead. Wasppaw breaks down, wailing uncontrollably, and curses the world for taking Stonepaw away from them.
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This was the final straw for Ridgeflood,and so Cavernclan’s attacks occurred 3 moons early
#warrior cats#warriors oc#lmfao ive never mentioned these guys before now. no context lore through meme#cavernclan#mineclan#ridgeflood#wasppaw#triclan main#triclan shitpost
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Felt like practicing some cat anatomy and this brush I like-- so I made some Warrior Cat adopts!!!!
Each design is $25!!
Comment below to claim! With this you'll also get a transparent high res file!
Wasppaw - OPEN
Hawkbloom - OPEN
#in love with this brush tbh#and I really like how these came out!!!#esp wasppaw#jomadis#warrior cats#warriorcats#wc#warriors#art#my art#cat#adopt#open adopt#warrior cats oc
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scoutingwasp
name: scoutingwasp
gender: does not identify
pronouns: it/its
When it was 5 moons it was a scout for a rogue group, but when Flairclan killed the rogues and found them they were like 'yep lets adopt this sad kit' and they named it 'waspkit'. waspkit eventually became wasppaw and were given to squidink to mentor. It wasn't good at fighting and often would loose against others, even kits. despite this, it did eventually become a warrior and were going to be named 'wasptail' but convinced the leader to name it 'scoutingwasp' instead as a sort of tribute to the rogues that raised it.
A lot of its scars come from failed battles against other clans such as flimsyclan or flirtyclan, and it is half considering swapping to become a medicine cat because it clearly isnt a good warrior.
more doodles underneath cut
#art#digital art#original character#original art#oc art#artists on tumblr#my art#warrior cats#cat#warriorcats#Flairclan
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brief intermission
I was originally going to continue the full comic format for the remainder of the first moon, but due to mental health i decided to switch to important events (and my own snippets i throw in) early, however i did have the part 2/2 sketched, so yall get to see that while you wait! next update should be relatively soon, thank you for all the support already, hope everyone is having a good valentines day! <3
(Wasppaw explains several herbs and other tools medcats use to Havenstar, and after some debating, Havenstar promotes him to Medicine cat, the last panel is meant to be a promotion screen of sorts, saying something along the lines of "Wasppaw has been promoted to Medicine Cat")
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Leader
Heatherstar - Old golden-brown tabby tom
Deputy
Flowershade - Dark tabby she-cat, mate of Heatherstar
Medicine Cat
Alderheart - elderly old dark ginger tom. My mentor.
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Wasppaw - Orange tabby. Me.
Warriors
Newtpounce - Gray and white she-cat.
Crowfrost - Gray tabby she-cat.
Mosstail - Solid gray she-cat.
Larchstep - Large tortoiseshell she-cat.
Smokewhisker - My mother, or at least the mother of Wasppaw. It’s all very strange. She’s black.
Harestripe - Brown tabby tom
Junipernose - Another brown tabby tom
Brightcloud - White she-cat
Ashpool - Gray tabby she-cat
Pinetuft - Tom. Greenish silver tabby.
Flamethistle - Golden tabby she-cat
Dewstep - Black and white tom
Whitestrike - Black she-cat. My former mentor. I don’t know why she’s called that.
Maplestripe - Orange and white tom
Snapstorm - Dark tabby tom
Lionfang - Solid yellow tom
Speckletail - White and brown tabby tom
Raventuft - Black she-cat with a few white splotches.
Queens
Dustspring - Solid dark gray she-cat. Mother of Foxkit and Dawnkit.
Elders
Featherclaw - Tortoiseshell she-cat
Dustfang - Dark gray tom.
Apprentices
Rainpaw - Dark tabby she-cat. Apprenticed to Whitesrike
Petalpaw - Black and white she-cat. My sister. Apprenticed to Pinetuft
Leafpaw - Light gray tabby tom. Apprenticed to Raventuft
Beepaw - Dark tabby tom. Apprenticed to Brightcloud.
Flowerpaw - White she-cat. Apprenticed to Harestripe.
Kits
Dawnkit - Tabby she-cat
Foxkit - Orange and white tom
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Salmonpaw is different. She's gray and ginger (at the same time) and has olive green eyes. She can't swim, she just sinks.
Mosspaw is different, in a good way. She's already at the skill level of Moosepaw and Wasppaw and she's two moons younger than them. All the warriors gossip about how fresh of a talent she is, how Maplestar would have to give her her name early.
Nobody ever mentions anything like that to Salmonpaw unless she's being compared to her littermate. You should try harder, Salmonpaw. Pay attention, Salmonpaw. You would be just as good as Mosspaw if you would try harder.
She gets it. Really, she does. Mosspaw is Lightningtail's brilliant daughter, and Salmonpaw still tosses rocks off of the cliff when she's upset.
Moosepaw gets it. Not really, but he listens. And that's what matters to her.
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Salmonpaw knows nothing about her father.
That's the first thing she realized as soon as she was talking to another apprentice. Her name was Irispaw, and she mentioned that her father looked a lot like her.
"Do you look more like your mom or your dad?" Irispaw asked.
Salmonpaw shrugs, because she doesn't have a dad. It's always just been mom, Lionpaw, and Mosspaw. And you're not supposed to give out secrets about the clan.
Maybe her heritage was just a secret. Maybe her father was dead, and Lightningtail never mentioned him because it hurt her too much.
Salmonpaw is nothing if not straightforward.
"Mom, who's my dad?"
Lightningtail stiffens, and her eyes widen. "What's brought all this on?"
"Some cat at the gathering mentioned her dad, so I wanna know about mine," Salmonpaw briskly says, falling into pace next to Lightningtail.
She looks a little like her mother. Similar eyes and nose shape, spiky untameable fur, and the perpetual need to act first and think later.
"I would rather not discuss it," Lightningtail says, and she walks faster and easily falls into conversation with Sorrelstem.
"What's all that about?" Lionpaw asks.
"What do you know about dad?" Salmonpaw immediately asks.
"Literally nothing," he scoffs. "I asked about half the clan. Nobody knows who our father is, and if they did they won't tell me jack."
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Salmonpaw stares at the water. Her green-yellow eyes stare back at her.
Mossfrog is a warrior. She's a real talent, and she's smart and a good fighter and she brought back a whole eagle once.
Salmonpaw is an apprentice. She barely slips through her training, and she's an awful swimmer and she still can't catch birds.
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She's standing by the border. A patrol passes by, and the leader of it has gray fur and green eyes that are the exact same shade as Mossfrog's.
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Moosefall vanishes for three days.
She knows this, because she waited for three days so they could go hunting and he just didn't show up. Because she was a warrior now, and she could go out unsupervised if she felt like it.
He returns at sundown when it's pouring rain, makes a beeline for his nest, and just sighs.
"Hey," Salmonskip says.
Moosefall makes some noise that sounds somewhat similar to a "hi."
A silence passes. Rain trickles down the cliff face.
"You look like shit."
"Real flattering," Moosefall grumbles.
"I didn't mean it like that!" She backtracks. "I mean, like, are you okay?"
"I still don't know who my father is," Moosefall mumbles. "I spent three days looking. Asking. Not a trace. Best I got was some house-cat-"
"House cat?"
"Kittypet, house cat, same thing," Moosefall snaps, then blinks at his paws. "Sorry. But anyway, she said there was a tom who looked a little like me in the valley a bit ago, but she hadn't seen him for moons."
"That's rough."
"Yeah."
They sit there, in silence.
"I don't know my dad either, if it makes you feel better," Salmonskip offers. "I asked like, once, and mom instantly shut me down."
"Funny, Sorrelstem did the same thing," Moosefall says, then his head flops into her nest and he stops responding.
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"What's up with you?" Mossfrog asks. Ospreykit, for once, isn't trailing behind her.
"Why do you care?" Salmonskip snaps.
"Because I'm your sister?" Mossfrog asks, like it's common sense, in that sarcastic and belittling tone she tends to use when talking to Salmonskip.
"Don't you have bigger priorities?" Salmonskip says. "Like, I dunno, chasing the deputyship?"
"The hell are you talking about?"
"Come on," she snorts. "We all know you want it. When Hailcrash retires, it's yours, we all know it."
"I have literally no idea what you're talking about," Mossfrog says.
"Can you stop doing that?" Salmonskip snaps.
"Doing what?"
Mossfrog sounds agitated. She always does.
"That thing! Where you act so humble when we all know you're that much better than everyone else!" Salmonskip wheels on her sister, trembling. "We all know you're that much better than everyone."
Mossfrog's eye twitches. "Are you kidding? You think this is easy?"
"You're perfect at everything, everything's easy for you!"
"I don't want to be deputy!" Mossfrog shouts. Her voice echoes around the empty mountain.
"You.." Salmonskip pauses. "You.. huh?"
"I don't want to be deputy. Stars, you think this is simple? Everyone's always looking at me like I know everything since I graduated a couple moons early! Everyone thinks I'm really smart or talented and I don't even know why!"
Salmonskip stops. Her claws dig into the rock.
"Yeah, sure, I'm a good warrior, but that's literally all I am!" Mossfrog's voice raises to a wail, her green eyes glistening. "I don't even know what my favorite prey is! I've spent my whole life trying to be a decent warrior, but now I'm a decent warrior and I don't know what to do with myself."
Salmonskip remains silent.
"You don't get it! You have a favorite prey, you like hawk legs. You have a favorite color, you like blue! And you have a favorite person!"
"Mossfrog?" Salmonskip finally asks.
"I don't know who I am anymore," Mossfrog says. "If I'm not a warrior, what am I?"
Salmonskip doesn't say anything.
Mossfrog is right, in a way. She's always thrown herself into being such a great warrior. She has so many expectations on her shoulders.
Salmonskip is wrong. Mossfrog isn't high and mighty. She isn't on par with the stars and the sky.
Mossfrog is her sister. The same sister who made her moss balls when hers broke, the same sister who helped her finally learn to catch birds. The same sister who saved her hawk leg as an apprentice because she knew it was her favorite. The same sister who used to complain she wasn't feeling good so Salmonskip could get on the same patrol as Moosefall.
They don't say anything.
"So, dad," Mossfrog says. Her voice is shaky and hoarse. "What do you know about him?"
"Nothing," Salmonskip snorts. "Zero idea who he is."
"Is he even really our dad?" Mossfrog asks. "He's never been here for us. Lightningtail and Sorrelstem did everything."
"I guess not," Salmonskip shrugs.
Mossfrog pauses. "I like the morning sky. Like, when it's blue and stuff and the sun is all bright. It hurts Lionsong's eyes but I think it's pretty."
"I like the river," Salmonskip says. "I can't swim, but Moosefall likes to dive in and get me lilies from the other side. It's cute."
"Oh? Moosefall?" Mossfrog leans in. "Moosefall, known for his interest in shiny pebbles, with my sister, who throws rocks off cliffs?"
Salmonskip shoots her a look of mocking offense. Mossfrog waves her tail, the universal sign of surrender. They stare at eachother, unblinking, until finally bursting into laughter.
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Mossfrog is the calm, star speckled blue water of the lake. Salmonskip is the bright, burning sun that fades into a coursing river.
They are different, but they're also the same.
-🍭 (mossfrog if being a burnt out gifted kid was a career 💵💵💵💵💵💵💵💵)
(a/n: hope i did a good job at illustrating the animosity btwn salmon and moss,, i really wanted to capture that feeling of being the sibling of a 'perfect child' and how that pressure to live up to them affects you)
OHHHHH MY GOD IM LOSING MY MIND THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD???? HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS IM GOING INSANE RAHHHHH YOU ARE MAKING ME HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!! lollipop this is so well written im biting im tearing im chewing aughghghghg
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Moon 17:
We got a lot of sister content for Poki's Kids! I am so happy that Lichenstone got to rank up with her little sisters!! I Weep so much!!
Please enjoy this arc of "Cats with Hands" :)
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Meet Wasppaw, one of the Ashes in the Water. He’s mentioned in Moon 2 when Weedfoot teaches Oilpaw some Clan history.
Traits: 11 moons old, he/they (demiboy/Demi-tom), codekeeper apprentice, bold, good hunter.
Wasppaw was Paleshade’s apprentice, studying to be a codekeeper. He was entranced by Weedfoot and Paleshade’s ideals of accepting more loners/kittypets into the Clan, less relationship moderation, and stronger diplomatic connections between Clans with a lowered reliance on combat solutions. They proudly stood by their mentor when the Ashes in the Water declared their intention to leave and invited others to join them. Sadly, he was killed by Autumnstar himself in the ensuing battle.
It was hard for him and the others to get into StarClan, because many of its active members were torn about allowing a new Clan to form. However, recognizing these disparate elements would cause chaos in their Clans, StarClan decided to support the RippleClan mission and allow all the Ashes in the Water into StarClan. Paleshade was the only one to not have a trial.
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After the death of WindClan’s leader, a rather young candidate for the position shows up.
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Shatterthorn's kits don't have fantastic luck, but Wasppaw is making progress.
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