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Picrew cats of RippleClan, living and dead!
In order: Applepelt, Burdockcreek, Carnationspeckle, Clammask, Downstar, Duskkit, Fennelspot, Halibutdusk, James.
#warrior cats#clangen#rippleclan#warriors#rippleclan art#Applepelt#Burdockcreek#carnationspeckle#clammask#Downstar#duskkit#fennelspot#halibutdusk#James#picrew
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Burning Thistles Finchflight: Disgusting (among other things). Hope his spirit gets destroyed. Hope he rots forever if nothing else. No sympathy
Blooming Fire Finchflight: Literally just some guy. The Brackenfur or early Thornclaw of pre-Brokenstar ShadowClan. Would probably destroy the spirit of his counterpart if he found out about him. Actually sympathetic
@burning-thistles-bt probably my favorite imagining between our counterparts of the same character (although Frostfur is up there, and I'm wanting to work out Copperleaf and Dawnfoot)
#I'm having random finchflight feels#he really is just some guy#I'm actually considering revising his story a little and letting him meet his daughters#funny the counterparts still share one of their kits#I call her applepelt to differentiate her from the later applefur but same cat
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squirrelcrow hypokits
i don't like this ship personally but it kind of just happened
inspired by the three (sort of?)
left to right: Inkspot (Hollyleaf), Blazesplash (Lionblaze), Applepelt, Jaystripe (Jayfeather)
#squirrelcrow#hypokits#i dont mind the ship i just dont particularly care about it tbh#squirrelflight#crowfeather#hollyleaf#lionblaze#jayfeather#au#wc#warrior cats fanart#warrior cats#warrior cats art#my art#my art style#warriors#fanart#frongle444art
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I'm no longer able to fit this into Healing Fire due to the erasure of twolegs, so here's the original rewrite of Firestar's Quest because I'm very proud of it and love it very very much.
. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
Sweetflower (Princess) and Sandstorm go and create Modern SkyClan together. Fire has his dreams as per FQ, but as he's the only advisor of Thunder Sect, he's like "I would fucking love to help but I cannot". He confides in Sandstorm, Greystripe, and Sweetflower about it, and Sweetflower's like "hey, I'm your kin, which means I also don't have Sect blood. I'll go rebuild the Sky Sect in your place!" Sandstorm is like "not without me, you're not!"
So they talk with Bluestar and she lets them go. Tawny, who stayed with the Thunder Sect but never really felt like a part of it, volunteers to go as well. She and Bramble still haven't received their warrior names- they're still being treated as evil disasters waiting to happen.
Tawny ultimately decides to stay and live with live Sky Sect; they don't know her family history, after all, and she truly feels connected to these cats. She eventually (years down the line) becomes deputy!
The main argument between Sweetflower and Sandstorm is Kittypet Life vs Warrior Life, instead of Dead Girl vs Alive Girl. Sweetflower believes that Boris and Cherry can absolutely live as both warriors and house cats; Sandstorm insists they can't. Sweetflower knows what it's like to be forced to choose between two things you love; Sandstorm is scared that she's going to leave her.
Name Changes
Leafdapple → Leafheart
Cherry → Same change as FQ
Boris → Applepelt
Tawnypaw → Tawnyfur
Sharpclaw → Waspclaw
Clover → Cloverbelly
Echosong → Echocreek
Petalnose → Petalfur
Patchfoot → Patchfur
Hutch → Briarstripe
Lichen → Lichenshade
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Mountain Goat Clan Alegences
Leader
Starlingstar [tom]
Deputy
Slugflower [tom]
Medicine cat/ healer
CootStripe [tom]
Warriors
Bramblingheart [she-cat]
Rosenose [tom]
Applepelt [tom]
Apprentices
Hollypaw [she-cat]
Shadowpaw [trans she-cat]
Linnetpaw [tom]
Queens
Ravenberry
Blueear(Capedkit[tom])
Crowblaze(Cremékit[tom])
Elders
Bramblecloud[she-cat]
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So... I've been inspired by your AU and have kinda made my own version of it. There's a lot of changes, such as names and relationships (for example, Thistleclaw also went after Willowpelt when she was still an apprentice), plus a lot more creep factor in the other Clans (Finchflight has become a decent guy, he's Amberleaf's mate and the father of Tallpoppy and Applepelt (Applefur from TF), but Brokenstar... yeah I made Brokenstar a lot worse), so it's by no means a direct copy, just a similar starting idea
Also Hattie takes the role of Fireheart in terms of the canon story, Darkstripe and Longtail are littermates and both actually good guys, and this Frostfur is actually hugely sympathetic and sticks up for her friends Spottedleaf and Willowpelt, to the point where Willowpelt trusts her with Greystripe's father being Flintfang of ShadowClan and she promises to take the secret to her grave if she must. There's still some victim blaming but it's from other characters, though one of them is a tragedy herself since she was in a similar situation...
Oh, wow!
Hi, Alder here, and we're glad that our story has inspired you to write your own! I personally know the feeling lol
It sounds like you've got a lot planned out already, and I love the similar yet slight difference you've made!
The idea of bringing Hattie in as a pseudo firestar is an interesting and definitely original idea!
We wish you luck on your writing journey! Welcome to the club lol
Lolling feel free to edit this to add your own thoughts!
Lolling’s edit to add: this is an awesome story idea!!!!! I’m so glad BT could inspire you <3333 (also supportive Frostfur yes~~~~)
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Pre-Story Allegiances - ShadowClan
Leader: Nightstar: A sleek furred black tom with sharp yellow eyes.
Deputy: Cinderburr: A short furred, thin gray tom with dark yellow eyes and half chewed off whiskers.
Diplomat: Toadpelt [Former Hunter]: A pale brown tom with green eyes, short legs and a slashed ear.
Medic: Runningbay [Combat Healer]: A skinny, patchy gray and white tom with amber eyes. There’s crust around his nose and in the corner of his eyes. Runningbay has the longest legs and tail of the ShadowClan cats and it’s often remarked that it’s a shame he isn’t a hunter.
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Warriors
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Stumpytail (Guard): A large, long-legged, small eared tom with a slightly offset jaw from his apprenticehood His tail is short and bobbed. He has a dark brown, thick sleek coat with thin, black stripes running along his body.
Frogleap (Hunter): A smallish, tortie molly with yellow eyes and a shortened tail.
Nettlewhisker (Hunter): A small and rough furred molly with yellow eyes and small paws with a shiny, water-repellent coat.
Salamaderfoot (Guard): A pretty long-legged, tortie molly with green eyes and two white front paws. She has medium length furred with a fluffy plumed tail that she is very proud of.
Grayspeckle (Guard): A pale gray cat with a series of white flecks torn through his coat and pale yellow eyes.
Newtpelt (Hunter): A brown furred tom with short legs resulting in a matted belly and a shortened tail. His muzzle is rounded and he has vibrant yellow eyes.
Wetfoot (Guardcat): A long furred brown tabby tom with bright yellow eyes. His stripes are so dark they’re almost unnoticeable.
Mousewhisker (Murker): A short furred brown tom with white paws and brown eyes.
Wolfstep (Guardcat): A long furred mostly gray tabby tom with a white underbelly and white legs
Fernshade (Murker): A slender tortoiseshell molly with pale yellow eyes and two clawed ears.
Applepelt (Hunter): A mottled brown, long furred tabby molly with pale green eyes
Ratscar (Guard): A dark brown almost black tabby tom with pale green eyes and a long scar across his back.
Russetfur (Murker): A sleek, deep ginger molly with green eyes
Newtspeck (Guard): A thick furred, short pelted tortie molly with yellow eyes. She has a permanent limp from a previous fight. Newtspeck used to be a Sitter.
Lizardstripe (Guard): A pale brown tabby molly with white underbelly and pale yellow eyes. She’s proud to have many battle scars including a torn left ear, a permanent mark over her eye and a slight limp favoring her hind leg.
Littlecloud (Hunter): A tiny, long furred cat with black ears. The black covers his eyes and moves up to his neck and stretched down his back to the tip of his tail. He has pink paw pads and nose with yellow eyes.
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Apprentices
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Mudpaw: A mostly brown tortoiseshell molly with a proud demeanor and piercing orange eyes. Apprentice to Newtpelt.
Pinepaw: A tortie molly with piercing yellow eyes and long hindlegs. Apprentice to Grayspeckle.
Brownpaw: A dark brown tabby tom with a white belly and small ears. Apprentice to Stumpytail.
Oakpaw: A russet furred tom with yellow eyes and a surprisingly long tail. Apprentice to Wetfoot.
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Monarchs
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Darkflower (Former Hunter): A black furred tabby she-cat with orange eyes and a torn left ear. Nursing Scorchwind’s kits Rowankit, Cedarkit and Lavanderkit.
Tallpoppy (Head Sitter): A long-legged, light brown tabby molly with green eyes and long lightly curled whiskers. She’s very proud of them despite whispers of a possible RiverClan parent.
Brightflower (Sitter): A bright ginger tabby molly with a flattened face, a snub nose and wide set amber eyes. She has a beautifully curly coat that is difficult to maintain in the muddy territory but she’s proud of it all the same.
Nettlespot (Sitter): A predominantly white molly with ginger spots speckled across her body, long whiskers and pale blue eyes.
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Elders
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Ashfoot (Retiree): A dark gray molly with nearly black legs and pale blue eyes.
Deerleap (Lecturer): A pale gray tabby molly with light blue eyes, white paws and a white belly.
Hollyflower (Lecturer): A dark gray and black molly with a more silvery underbelly and deep blue eyes.
Flintfang (Retiree): A fluffy gray tom with yellow eyes and large paws. His paws are unusually fluffy. Flintfang retired early but didn’t state his reason for doing so.
Poolcloud (Retiree): A long furred gray and white molly with feathery ear fluff and long legs.
Toadskip (Retiree): A brown and white tabby tom with light blue eyes. His underbelly, legs and thighs are all white.
Featherstorm (Lecturer): A deep brown tabby molly with yellow eyes and a steadily graying muzzle.
#shadowclan allegiances#ignite the pyre allegiances#warrior cats#erin hunter#fanfiction#fanfic#warrior cats fanfic#erin hunter warriors#the cats of strelles#the pride of creeping shadows#strelles the greenwood empire
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Applepelt, Warrior of Shadowclan
Applekit - Applepaw - Applepelt
Reddish-brown tom with brown eyes
Affiliations
Shadowclan
Kin
Mother: Liongaze
Father: Eaglebone
Sister(s): N/A
Brother(s): Hollyclaw
Mate(s): Gingersplash
Daughter(s): Foxfang, Brightblaze
Son(s): Firewhisker
General Info
Applepelt is hard to like. He has a very bristly personality and a superiority complex to match. It’s a wonder none of his children inherited it. He hates it when cats touch him and is very testy at gatherings, making him a hazard to bring along. His temper and flare for the dramatic has only worsened as he’s gotten older and his clan mates are exasperated to say the least. Applepelt has been known to cause trouble and start fights if anything even remotely controversial were to be brought up at a gathering.
How Applepelt and his mate, Gingersplash, got together no one is certain. Gingersplash was a Windclan warrior who moved clans to be with Applepelt, knowing Viperstar’s feelings on the matter of half-clan relationships. They had three kits together, but Gingersplash died during a storm when a tree crushed her. Applepelt may have been nearly intolerable before the accident, but this added bitterness onto everything else.
Applepelt was never close with his parents, and wasn’t very affected when they died as elders. They had led good lives and Applepelt was happy for them, but Hollyclaw had been closer to them growing up. This didn’t mean that Applepelt didn’t get along well with his brother. Hollyclaw was the only cat growing up who saw past Applepelt’s grouchy exterior until Gingersplash came into the picture. Applepelt was ready to fight Viperstar for Hollyclaw’s right to keep Ashstorm, and was immensely relieved he didn’t have to. The two know the other one has their back no matter what.
Personality
Applepelt is grouchy, easily irritated, and extremely prideful. He sees himself as the best warrior in Shadowclan and even the smallest slights greatly offend him. He is very passive aggressive when it comes to letting others know they have wrong him and holds grudges. Another way to describe him is petty and vengeful.
Fun Facts
- Applepelt has a rivalry with Badgerclaw of Riverclan and Fidgetleg of Skyclan
- Applepelt has never had an apprentice due to his abrasive nature
- Applepelt tries to go on at least one patrol with at least one of his kits everyday
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What would you rename Appledawn Poppydawn and Dawnstripe?
Apologies for the lateness on this. I can tell that it was just sitting in my inbox for forever based on the amount of asks it was hidden under.
Appledawn is a cream tabby, and Apple- fits that color, so she’s fine on her prefix. For her suffix, -dawn isn’t on the system I use here, so let’s change that. She doesn’t have much in the way of nameable traits, which means she’d be Applefur or Applepelt.
Poppydawn’s prefix fits her perfectly, since she’s a red molly. Suffix obviously won’t work, of course. I think that we can be a little generous on the suffix, because she’s remarkably blasé about many things, from what I’m reading on the Wiki. I think Poppycloud might be nice.
Dawnstripe’s name fits her perfectly! No complaints here.
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According to the Warriors Wiki, a name formed from the most common prefix and suffix would be Whitetail.
Names made from the next commonly used prefixes and suffix would be Willowfur, Rainfur, Reedfur, Nightfur, Gorsefur, and Cloudfur.
Names made from the third most commonly used prefixes and suffix would be Featherpelt, Stonepelt, Morningpelt, Fernpelt, Dewpelt, Swiftpelt, Applepelt, Sunpelt, Mosspelt, Dawnpelt, Silverpelt, Hawkpelt, and Birchpelt.
In order, the most common suffixes are: -tail, -fur, -pelt, -claw, -heart, -whisker, -foot, and -wing.
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Rewrite AU - ITW Allegiances - ShadowClan
SHADOWCLAN [25 m, 14 f, 39 total]
Leader
Brokenstar - Dark brown mackerel tabby tom with tangled fur and a broken tail (38) [9 lives left]
Deputy
Blackfoot - Black tom with white markings and unusually large paws (34)
Apprentice, Dawnpaw
Medicine Cat
Runningnose - Black tom with white markings and muzzle (38)
Senior Warriors
Scorchwind - Dark brown mackerel tabby tom (95)
Rowanberry - Tortoiseshell she-cat (90)
Newtspeck - Dark brown mackerel tortoiseshell-tabby she-cat with white markings. (76)
Nightpelt - Wiry black tom (72)
Apprentice, Rubblepaw
Clawface - Scarred brown mackerel tabby tom (72)
Apprentice, Littlepaw
Boulder - Muscular grey tom (53)
Apprentice, Wetpaw
Warriors
Blizzardwing - Light grey ticked tabby tom with a white stomach and marks (93)
Nutwhisker - Brown classic tabby tom with white markings (90)
Apprentice, Quietpaw
Toadskip - Brown tabby tom with a white underbelly and marks (82)
Apprentice, Turtlepaw
Frogtail - Ginger mackerel tabby tom (76)
Apprentice, Whitepaw
Ashheart - Dilute tortoiseshell she-cat (76)
Nettlespot - Ginger ticked tabby she-cat (64)
Mudclaw - Brown spotted tabby tom with white markings (61)
Cinderfur - Thin grey tom (56)
Stumpytail - Brown mackerel tabby tom with a stumpy tail (56)
Apprentice, Brownpaw
Wolfstep - Grey broken mackerel tabby tom with a torn ear with white paws (41)
Deerfoot - Fawn spotted tabby tom with a white underbelly (38)
Tangleburr - Brown classic tabby she-cat (38)
Flintfang - Grey classic tabby tom with white markings. (34)
Fernshade - Tortoiseshell she-cat with white markings. (34)
Russetfur - Dark ginger classic tabby she-cat with white markings (33)
Finchflight - Lithe, longfurred brown mackerel tabby tom with white markings (30)
Tallpoppy - Chocolate mackerel tabby she-cat with long legs (21)
Applepelt - Brown broken mackerel tabby she-cat (21)
Apprentices
Turtlepaw - Long-furred brown mackerel tabby tom (11)
Rubblepaw - Pale grey classic tabby she-cat (11)
Quietpaw - Brown classic tabby she-cat (11)
Wetpaw - Long-furred grey mackerel tabby tom (7)
Littlepaw - Chocolate classic tabby tom (7)
Brownpaw - Long-furred brown mackerel tabby tom with white markings (7)
Dawnpaw - Brown ticked tabby she-cat with white markings (6)
Whitepaw - Black tom with a white chest (4)
Queens
Darkflower - Black she-cat. Nursing Finchflight’s kits. (21)
Kits
Swampkit - Black tom (3)
Oakkit - Brown classic tabby tom (3)
Blossomkit - Small black-and-white she-cat (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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Felt like giving redemption to one of the Burning Thistles characters that is actually a decent guy in this AU. Warning for miscarriages (only mentioned, no details)
Names: Finchkit, Finchpaw, Finchflight
Orientation: Bisexual (mostly into mollies)
Gender and pronouns: Cis tom, he/him. Also intersex
Canon counterpart: Finchflight
Clan(s): ShadowClan. Was exiled by Brokenstar with the other elders
Parents: Unknown
Sibling(s): Mousewing, Sagewhisker
Mate(s): Amberleaf
Kit(s): Tallpoppy, Applepelt. Previous litters before them were miscarried
Mentor(s): Stonetooth
Apprentice(s): Lizardstripe, Rowanberry
Description: A large, fluffy black and white tom. His fur is a typical "tuxedo" pattern with a white muzzle, neck, chest, belly, and paws. The white on his hind paws extends up further than the white on his front paws. He has green eyes and long, thick fur. When he was younger, his fur could be described as feathery.
Personality: Finchflight used to be a hard worker, stepping up for patrols or to lend a paw around camp. As a younger warrior, he was often helping in the seers' den, partially as an excuse to spend time with his sister Sagewhisker after the death of her mentor Redthistle. He was also there for his brother Mousewing when he was in the nursery with his kits, and if not for his apprentice Lizardpaw, would have loved to mentor one of Mousewing's kits. Lizardpaw became Lizardstripe, he trained Rowanberry, and became mates with Amberleaf. Sadly, he and Amberleaf struggled to have kits together, and she had a lot of early miscarriages. The bad luck kept on coming--Sagewhisker died, then Mousewing, and suddenly Finchflight was more alone than he'd ever been. Sure, he had Amberleaf and his niblings, but it wasn't the same. Spiraling into depression, Finchflight elected to retire, though he and Amberleaf still tried for kits. Unfortunately, he was exiled with the other elders before he could meet his daughters, and ultimately died in exile.
#blooming fire au#warrior cats#warrior cats au#finchflight#ask me to tag#I wasn't intending to make him this sympathetic#but the story just kinda wrote itself at that point#he's a genuinely sweet guy in this au anyways#nothing like his burning thistles counterpart#and while I like that one (in the love to hate him way)#I had different plans for dawncloud so I didn't need him to be a creep#also he's ultimately grateful to blackstar for taking care of tallpoppy after he found out brokenstar's true intentions#oh yeah mousewing is trans and his kits are ashheart/ashfur frogtail and newtspeck
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Made some icky dead dark forest kitties as Halloween Adopts! I'm trying to save to do...a lot of things...move out, start a kitty rescue, MOVE OUT.
So have some dark forest kitties who would fit right in in my comic!
One Dead Kitty: $15
Dead Kitty with Alive Drawing (I'll draw your cat alive on a ref sheet!): $30
1) Bramblestripe
2) Birchfrost
3) Darkfang
4) Brackentail
5) Aperol Spritz/Applepelt
6) Bluestorm
COME BUY MY KITTIES WEEEEE
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Leader time!
This time its Rainstar, the leader of Mistclan. An elegant and sleek she-cat known for her wisdom and also being one of the oldest cats in the forest despite her appearance.
In her long life she has seen three medicine cats to her clan, and has had five deputies with the most current being Applepelt whom she had appointed only within the last year after the death of her former deputy Flintwhisker at the claws of Caveclan prior to them being rooted out.
She took in the young Shellkit and Dawnkit, allowing them to be raised by Berrytail.
She tries to not play favorites with her clanmates, so it isn't well known outside of Mistclan that her son is Stormstripe and Ashface is her grandson.
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Here’s my OC(s)! I’m submitting because there’s a bit of a complicated story tied to them and I couldn’t fit it in an ask.
Hazelpaw/leaf is a white tabby tom with orange patches and brownish-green eyes. He wasn’t born blind, but developed blindness at a pretty young age. He is the apprentice/medicine cat of IvyClan. Stripedpaw/heart, a brown and orange tabby with unusually orange eyes, had never really gotten along with Hazelpaw/leaf and would tease him.
Hazelpaw and Stripedpaw were looking for herbs about the time that, at the camp, Applepelt attacked the leader, Amberstar. Applepelt then ran out of camp and passed Hazelpaw and Stripedpaw in the fields of IvyClan territory. Stripedpaw greeted Applepelt, who was his father, but Hazelpaw had a vision of Applepelt attacking Amberstar and made an attempt to warn Stripedpaw. Applepelt, angry, lunged at Hazelpaw, but Stripedpaw fought back and Applepelt ran away, despite having the ability to kill Stripedpaw. Stripedpaw and Hazelpaw went back to camp. Stripedpaw was named Stripedheart as a warrior and later, once Hazelleaf was a full medicine cat, they bonded and became mates (frick the medicine cat laws). I love my gay babies.
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this drama is so good
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