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Halfling Dale Interactive Fiction - Quick Route Guide
This is a quick guide to the main routes in Halfling Dale. It will tell you how to get on, and stay on, each character's special plot line - with as few spoilers as possible. As a general rule, most of the routes are decided at the end of Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival during the Bonfire fireworks display.
If you would like more help with each route (information on how to succeed in specific things, start romances, or how to get the 'good' endings), I'll be publishing more detailed walkthroughs for each character in the future.
Mum Route
To begin the Mum Route you must choose the option "Mum and Ida. I know they're embarrassed, but they can't miss the fireworks! I go back home to fetch them." and then "I admired Hugo a lot." or "Hugo was my brother, that's how siblings are." In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
To continue the Mum Route you must choose the option "Mum doesn't need to be in the WWA to do good in the Dale. Why don't we make our own group?" In Chapter 3: Autumn turns to Winter.
Hugo Route
To begin the Hugo Route you must choose the option "Nobody. I feel very outside this celebration. I don't think anyone will notice if I'm missing. I'll go to the next hill and watch the fireworks from there." and then "Remain by yourself." and then "I can hold onto hope that he'll come back, and next time he won't slip away without me." In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
To continue the Hugo Route you must have a good relationship with him by Chapter 7: Another Birthday Arrives (Hugo Guide will be published with more details).
Tom & Ida Miller Route
To begin the Miller Route you must choose the option "Mum and Ida. I know they're embarrassed, but they can't miss the fireworks! I go back home to fetch them." and then "Tom was always kind to me, he was my friend." In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
Wilibald Fairburrow Route
To begin the Wilibald Route you must choose the option "Wilibald Fairburrow. Though it wasn't me who stole his sword, an apology from my family would probably mean a lot to him." and then "Offer to help with the repairs." In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
To continue the Wilibald Route you must choose the option "It was rather fun, I'd love to help more!" In Chapter 3: Autumn turns to Winter.
Garrance Prosper Route
To begin the Garrance Route you must choose the option "Nobody. I feel very outside this celebration. I don't think anyone will notice if I'm missing. I'll go to the next hill and watch the fireworks from there." and then "Follow Garrance." In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
To continue the Garrance Route you must choose the option "Yes! That sounds like fun." or "Maybe a little lesson would be interesting…" In Chapter 3: Autumn turns to Winter.
Lily & Mayor Goldworthy Route
To begin the Goldworthy Route you must choose the option "The Goldworthys. Just because the contest is over doesn't mean I've stopped trying to reclaim my reputation! I'll ask the Mayor if there's anything I can do to help the night run smoothly." In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
To continue the Goldworthy Route you must choose the option "I want to become important in the Dale." or "I'd like a more permanent position of importance… perhaps on the town council?" In Chapter 3: Autumn turns to Winter.
(Goldworthy Guide will be published with more details if you wish to also romance Lily)
Benny Brownfoot Route
To begin the Benny Route you must choose the option "A friend. One who doesn't mind if I'm respectable or not." and then "Benny Brownfoot; he's always good for a laugh." and then "Roll your eyes, typical Benny, always causing trouble!" or "Laugh along and sit down." In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
To continue the Benny Route you must have a high 'mischievous' stat and good relationship with him by Chapter 7: Another Birthday Arrives (Benny Guide will be published with more details).
Patty Appleton Route
To begin the Patty Route you must choose the option "A friend. One who doesn't mind if I'm respectable or not." and then "Patty Appleton; she's the only other halfling standing alone, maybe we could stand alone together?" In Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival.
To continue the Patty Route you must have a good relationship with her by Chapter 7: Another Birthday Arrives (Patty Guide will be published with more details).
Cousin Sissy Route
During Chapter 2: The Harvest Festival: if you knock Sissy's pie on the floor, or Swap your Pie with hers then tell her about it, the Sissy Route will be locked off.
To begin the Cousin Sissy Route you must choose the option "I'll celebrate at home with family, and maybe a few close friends." and then "Maybe we could invite Cousin Sissy." and then choose ANY OPTION OTHER THAN "This is my chance! Take the money, then spurn Sissy and cement her embarrassment, and our rivalry, forever more!". You can then choose "Shift my focus to Sissy." (this option will not always appear) in Chapter 4: Yule Night.
To continue the Sissy Route you must choose the option "What a great idea Sissy, you're so right." in Chapter 6: Summer begins to Bloom.
#choose your own adventure#interactive fiction#interactive novel#text based game#cosy fantasy#interactive game#walkthrough#game guide#fantasy rp#Halfling Dale#multiple endings#text based adventure#halfling#if#if game
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The Ides of March Are Upon Us
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mSwnW5K
by lawsofchaos
In honor of the Ides of March (and betrayal), here are a series of scenes I've written for fics that will never exist.
Includes two long Angst with a Happy Ending ficlets, extra scenes from my Consular High Warlock series, and Cat!Alec.
Words: 6269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Isaiah Brownfoot, Andrew Underhill, Lorenzo Rey, Catarina Loss
Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Lorenzo Rey/Andrew Underhill
Additional Tags: Head of the Institute Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, BAMF Alec Lightwood, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Alec Lightwood, Good Parabatai Jace Wayland, Consular High Warlock Magnus Bane
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mSwnW5K
#IFTTT#ao3feed#fanfic#shadowhunters#tmi#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#magnus x alec#malec fanfic#the mortal instruments
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takin a selfie with the homies
i reblogged a post talking about childhood stuffed animals and wanted to post about them and idk its been a minute since i posted a selfie
these are the twins ^^ brownfoot 2 is on the inside and brownfoot 1 is on the outside
#roselyn talks#roselyn's selfies#thats a tag i havent used in a MINUTE dang#wuv these two theyre the real ones
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Dark Forest Resident: Crispblue
Aliases / Nicknames: The Cleanser (by self), Bitch, Starclan Hating Monster
Gender: she-cat
Sexuality: ??
Family: Blueflower (mother), Applestrike (father), Mossshriek (mate), Duskit Birdkit Dirtkit (kits)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unamed apprentice
Clan: shadowclan
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: ableist, hates "useless" cats, just horrendous
Number of Victims: 30
Number of Murders: 26
Murder Method: clawing, asphyxiation
Known Victims: Brownfoot, Dirtkit, various unamed elders, warriors, and apprentices
Victim Profile: deformed cats, and cats she considered ugly
Cause of Death: mauled and eaten by a wolf
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
Disgusting.
All of them.
There were so many revolting cats in the Clans, even polluting her own camp with their hideous bodies and horrible stench.
She couldn't stand it. By the fresh kill pile, sharing the nursery with her as she nursed, healing her of her wounds.
Those creatures were everywhere.
The first one she got rid of was easy to kill. Brownfoot was slow and feeble.
She took him outside "to get you some fresh air." She unsheathed her claws as she saw him limp out of the elders’ den. "Pathetic" elders didn't do shit for the Clan and they did even less when they were injured.
She clawed in the neck and held him down and watched him choke on his own blood.
She’d pick off a lot of them since then. Several medicine cats, some elders, lots of apprentices. They had always had an accident of some kind and as far as she was concerned, she was saving the leader the ordeal of having to tell them they couldn't be warriors.
The Clan was small and scared. Most cats assumed some badger or fox had been strong enough to overpower all the disabled cats, but this still didn't explain how some merely disfigured cats were dying in the same fashion.
She was saving the Clans in her own warped mind. "Only the strong will survive and we need to hunt to live, so if you can’t hunt, you shouldn't be, here, right?"
One day she was out hunting and she chased a vole into some trees she was faced with a hungry wolf. Her shrieks had practically echoed within the wolf’s mouth as its teeth cracked her skull, stench choking her, but not before the beast took its time playing, tearing her, breaking her. And when it was all over, the clearing was a canvas of blood.
Additional Information:
--Submission by @purplegr33n Hope you don’t mind I made the death part longer. She deserves it.
--She has a mutation that makes her stripes not match.
--She killed one of her own kits for being “ugly.”
--She is just the worst.
--After avoiding her forth fight in the Death Ring she ran away and met Crowheart in the bog they are good friends
-Once she hanged on the starclan barrier for hours one starclan cat saw her dark red eyes and left.
#wc#albeist#albeist mention#albeist tw#abliesm#discrimination#wcoc#warriorsoc#warriorcatsoc#crispblue#darkforest#dark forest resident#place of no stars#dark forest warrior
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The Cats of WindClan: Whiteberry
Name: Whiteberry
Meaning: White Furred and Sweet
Identity: Bigender - He/Him or She/Her
Orientation: Pansexual
Rank: Elder - Retiree
Former Rank(s): Tunneler
A small, short furred completely white tom with blue eyes. Whiteberry’s coat was once a pure snowy white, but seasons of tunneling have left him permanently just off-white and lightly stained. Whiteberry is very proud of this, claiming that this is the purest sign of his dedication and efforts to his clan that no matter how much he groomed, the signs of his work remained.
Whiteberry cheered the loudest of any cat when Tallstar reinstated the Tunnler’s Rank and was one of the cats he consulted when Tallstar started establishing safety standards for training apprentices and protocols for the rare flood and tunnel collapses. He and Crowfur are good friends, playing teasing each other for their Runner and Tunneler builds - it’s all in good fun and some cats find it entertaining to listen to their squabbles.
Whiteberry was very close to the loner Wee Hen and the two of them danced around each other. The two old cats swapped stories with each other, seeming to be in a competition for who had the most. While they were never officially mates, everyone suspected that had Wee Hen made it back, she would’ve settled in the elder’s den with Whiteberry. Though he put on a brave face, Whiteberry was distraught when Wee Hen died and though was a Retiree, he kept his promise to Wee Hen and tells every kit who’ll listen the stories she told him.
Mentor(s): Mudtail (deceased)
Apprentice(s): N/A
Parents: Silvercloud (mother/deceased), Brownfoot (father/deceased)
Sibling(s): Gentlekit (brother/deceased), Littlekit (sister/deceased)
Mate(s): Wee Hen (unofficial)
Kit(s): N/A
#whiteberry#strelles whiteberry#warrior cats#erin hunter#fanfiction#fanfic#warrior cats fanfic#erin hunter warriors#the cats of strelles#the cats of the raging wind#strelles raging winds#strelles the greenwood empire
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Lass and Mondo had puppies!
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@Alebrowar Brown Foot India Brown Ale. Watch the video beer review here www.youtube.com/realaleguide #CraftBeer #RealAle #Ale #Beer #BeerPorn #AlebrowarBrownFoot #BrownFootIndiaBrownAle #BrownFoot #IndiaBrownAle #Alebrowar #PolishCraftBeer #PolishBeer (at Victoria Park Barry)
#beer#indiabrownale#realale#alebrowarbrownfoot#ale#craftbeer#alebrowar#brownfootindiabrownale#polishcraftbeer#brownfoot#beerporn#polishbeer
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I made my warrior cat oc with THIS picrew! Riverclan at heart tho... I ran out of tags bc I was lost in the memories
#yes ive read all of warriors#sandstorm and squirrelflight were my faves#i did like ivypool a lot tho#also goldenflower#tawneypelt too i just like them all ok#nvm guys Ravenpaw was my favorite he was the best#BRIARLIGHT THO#gooooddd this is bringing backk all the memories#i gave all my cats warrior names#noodlez was wildpelt#mr cuddles was stoneyes#nels was snowpaw#and klyde was amberfoot i think#i had 2 ocs#this one amd an almost all brown ome except for her paws#her name was briarfoot or brownfoot#which is kimda ironic#this one i think was turtleheart#ooohhh i forgot about grey wing#i love grey wing#he was the best#i hate star flower#she was actual trash#i made my own clans too#there was forest clan and lake clan#and they were HUGE#im kimda sad i deleted them#i dug up the old website and played the old games#when it randomized names it asked for your name and your home town so i did it and it always gave me rain something and i guess it was rain#bc im in washingtom
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<< Allegiances || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || From the Beginning >>
Chapter 4
Littlecloud was ready and waiting for Russetstar’s patrol as they pushed through the gorse-and-fern tunnel and back into the ShadowClan camp. The small tabby tom dismissed Rowanpaw with a flick of his tail. Russetstar was glad she sent the apprentice ahead of them – the stink of Brick’s blood was only growing stronger.
Russetstar was acutely aware of her Clanmates lining up in the clearing to look at the odd procession – Russetstar’s patrol, bringing in foul-smelling rogue cats? One of them badly injured? Russetstar spotted more than one cat’s eyes narrow in suspicion.
Littlecloud was not one of them. Russetstar was grateful for the young cat – apprenticed too early by Brokentail, suffering through sickness and famine and Bluestar’s leadership and coming out as ShadowClan’s sole medicine cat thanks to Runningnose’s training. ShadowClan was lucky to have a compassionate and thoughtful cat like him.
“Come to the den,” Littlecloud mewed. “I’ll take a better look at her there.”
Russetstar nodded, flicking her tail for her patrol to follow. Oakfur and Wolf hefted Brick’s body behind her as she followed Littlecloud into the medicine cat’s den.
ShadowClan’s medicine den was placed at the very back of the camp, hidden in the roots of a leaning pine tree. Plants grew well here thanks to the boggy ground, and Russetstar’s nose was almost immediately clogged with the scent of horsetail and chervil, which grew especially well in the boggy soil.
Littlecloud gestured to a nest – primped with fresh moss, and clearly made promptly after Rowanpaw’s explanation of what was going on. Oakfur and Wolf gently set Brick down there, and Russetstar had to press her back against the ferns to keep out of their way. ShadowClan’s medicine den was rather small, probably smaller than any other Clan’s medicine den.
Wolf lingered over Brick’s bloody body, but Littlecloud shooed him away confidently. “There’s too many cats in here,” the medicine cat mewed. “Leave me be.”
The rogue bristled – but Oakfur meowed, “There’s no better cat to keep an eye on her than Littlecloud.”
“I’m supposed to trust that?” snorted Wolf. But the gray tom relented and stalked out of the den. Oakfur followed, his whiskers twitching with frustration.
Russetstar couldn’t blame either cat for being annoyed – Wolf had no idea what medicine cats were capable of. Does he think we’ll kill her? Russetstar thought. Rogues!
“You clear out too, Russetstar,” Littlecloud insisted, waving his tail at her. “The Clan is going to have questions.”
Russetstar sighed. “I’m not looking forward to this,” she admitted.
“If anyone can handle things, it’s you,” Littlecloud assured her, his amber eyes sparkling with friendship. “Just remember to keep your chin up and look like you’re confident in what you’re doing – even if you’re really not.”
Russetstar purred her thanks before leaving Littlecloud to his new patient. Yes, ShadowClan’s medicine cat was far, far from the cat he’d started out as.
The clearing was buzzing with confusion, all of ShadowClan gathered in the shadow of the Clanrock around the strangers. Pansy and Wolf were bristling, their bodies protecting the small gray she-cat between them. Oakfur was trying to buffer away the more threatening cats, like Blackfoot and Cedarheart, but he was only one cat himself.
Russetstar’s whiskers twitched. Some of my cats are behaving like mouse-brained kits! She thought crossly as she ascended the Clanrock. Her Clanmates quieted down when they realized she was about to call a meeting. From the top of the Clanrock, Russetstar looked down at her Clan. Cedarheart spat something at Wolf, who narrowed his eyes and hissed back. Mouse-brains!
She had to stop herself from scolding her Clanmates aloud. “Cats of ShadowClan – as you are all now aware, we have guests.”
“Who are they?” demanded Blackfoot, his yellow eyes narrowing. “BloodClan?”
“They look like BloodClan,” admitted Brownfoot, his tail flicking. “Wasn’t that ginger she-cat in the battle?”
Speculative mews rose. Russetstar lashed her tail, frustration burning under her fur. Let me finish speaking! She thought.
“My patrol found them beside the Thunderpath,” Russetstar went on firmly. “One of them was wounded, so we brought her back to be examined by Littlecloud. These cats will leave as soon as their companion is treated.”
Blackfoot bristled. “Their companion was one of BloodClan’s most influential cats!” he hissed. “You’re just going to let them in?! You can’t be serious!”
“Yeah!” mewed Duskflower. “I remember that gray tom, too – he was in the battle!”
Wolf bristled. “You’re still hung up on that battle?” he spat. “That’s long gone in our minds. There are so many other things to worry about!”
“That battle nearly destroyed us!” growled Blackfoot, thrusting his muzzle into Wolf’s face. The gray tom held his ground. “Do you know how many of our Clanmates died because of BloodClan?”
Wolf lashed his tail and opened his jaws, but Pansy pushed her way between the two fighting toms. Her bright eyes flashed. “It’s not like we want to be here either!” she snapped. “We just want to take care of our friend and then leave.”
“You can take your friend and go,” Cedarheart growled. “We don’t want any of you here!”
To Russetstar’s frustration, there was a ripple of agreement from her Clanmates. Don’t any of you have any empathy? She thought, remembering the life Yellowfang had given her. Get control of them, Russetstar, before they start a fight!
“Stop, all of you!” Russetstar snarled. She leaned over the lip of the Clanrock, her shoulders bristling and casting a menacing shadow. She lashed her tail with frustration. “Are you kits or warriors?”
Blackfoot flicked an ear. “Don’t you think these cats are related to the ones harassing us?” he hissed. “We can’t take the risk of letting them into our camp, Russetstar!” Mews of agreement followed his words.
Pansy frowned. “We don’t know anything about harassing you,” she admitted. “We’ve not set paw on Clan land since the battle. Twolegplace is in chaos since BloodClan broke up; it’s hard to make sense of who’s doing what unless you’re the one doing it.”
“And we’re supposed to trust your word on that?” Cedarheart wondered.
“My word is all I have,” Pansy pointed out.
Russetstar frowned. “These cats are not staying permanently – just until their friend has recovered from her wounds,” she reminded. “Then they will be on their way.”
“And how long will that be?” Orre wondered. The golden tom’s voice was questioning, not filled with hostility. Russetstar was grateful that at least one cat wasn’t trying to jump Pansy and Wolf with claws unsheathed.
“Brick’s injuries are serious,” reported Littlecloud. The small tabby pushed his way out of the medicine cat’s den and faced the Clan from the shadow of the Clanrock. “I don’t know yet the extent of the damage. She’ll need at least a half moon.”
Funnily enough, both Wolf and Blackfoot looked sour at the news. Russetstar hid a mrrow of amusement – the two were very much alike, it seemed – but more importantly, Russetstar realized that she had an important decision to make.
Would she break her word and send the cats away? It would certainly please her Clanmates, but Russetstar knew she would feel lousy after. Too many leaders of ShadowClan had broken their word in the past – did she want to become another one?
“They are staying,” Russetstar reported firmly, “as I promised.”
Blackfoot’s eyes opened wide with shock – and then narrowed with annoyance.
“By the warrior code, my word is law,” Russetstar pointed out. “No cat is to attack or wrongfully antagonize our guests.”
“So they’re to stay here and fatten themselves on our prey?” Tallpoppy had been quiet from her corner of the camp near the nursery, but now she was standing, her long legs drawing her up to her full height. “My kit will starve!”
Pansy’s tail flicked. She looked sympathetically on Tallpoppy and meowed, “We’ll do no such thing! We can work for our own food.”
Wolf frowned. “Absolutely. I don’t want to owe you Clan cats a thing!”
“Then the matter is ended,” Russetstar decided. “Rowanpaw and Stonepaw, I want you both to start fixing up nests for our guests in the apprentice’s den. They will sleep with you while they stay here.” Both apprentices nodded, looking eager to have new denmates. “Blackfoot, I want you to work our guests into the patrol schedule, but keep them from the borders. We don’t need the other Clans asking questions.”
Blackfoot frowned. “As you wish, Russetstar.”
“This meeting is over,” Russetstar decided. “ShadowClan, be on your way.”
Russetstar watched from the top of the Clanrock as her Clan broke up into small, muttering groups. Too many of them narrowed their eyes at the strangers as they spoke with Blackfoot. The ShadowClan deputy seemed to be begrudgingly speaking to Pansy, while Wolf was licking the smaller gray rogue between her ears.
Did I make the right decision? Russetstar wondered. She did not miss cats like Cedarheart throwing her a bitter glance. Could this destroy my Clan again?
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The Badger’s Son (unfinished)
An Redwall AU project I started a long time ago, but then things happened and I got a job and found other ideas to work on so this one sort of got placed on hold. It’s kinda long-ish, so I’m leaving a link to the GoogleDoc
Teaser: “What is to be done with him, sire?” Northwood asked.
“We care for him as best we can, what else?”
“Not many besides hares and badgers have taken residence at Salamandastron, milord. Is this really the best place for him?”
“The Mountain calls out to many,” Broadstripe replied with a far-off look in his eyes. “It is not our place to turn away those who answer the call.” He shook his head as if clearing his mind. “Go to the Brownfoot family. Their leverets will have outgrown their cradles by now. See if they can spare any other supplies as well.”
“Where will he be staying, milord?”
“He will stay with me.” Broadstripe gazed fondly at the mousebabe, who had quietly dozed off. “I will care for him. He shall be as a son to me. A child of Salamandastron.”
https://docs.google.com/document/d/18T-C7eVE_yDLIEWD-QF54wf3LG9sEZNv-tcdTvEOwSw/edit?usp=sharing
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Here I have come and here I will stay
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/K8F7JD5
by lawsofchaos
“The last time I saw this note,” Isaiah comments, his smile sharp-edged and grimly satisfied, “Alec had just pinned it to the chest of a dead Circle member.”
Magnus’ eyes widen. He may have known there was an explanation for his husband’s signature being on a note in a Circle archive, but that was most certainly not the explanation he expected.
“Frankly, I’m curious how they got the blood off it.” Isaiah sounds remarkably unperturbed. “There was quite a bit as I recall.”
Words: 2236, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Consular High Warlock Magnus Bane
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isaiah Brownfoot
Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood
Additional Tags: BAMF Alec Lightwood, Head of the Institute Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Origin of Alec's Deflect Rune, Consular High Warlock Magnus Bane, Valentine tried to recruit Alec, Stand Alone
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/K8F7JD5
#IFTTT#ao3feed#fanfic#shadowhunters#tmi#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#magnus x alec#malec fanfic#the mortal instruments
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old icon I made of my cat character, Brownfoot.
Art is mine.
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<< Cover || Allegiances || Chapter 1 || From the Beginning >>
============ ALLEGIANCES ============
(characters marked with a * are trans and are described with their preferred gender/pronouns)
============ SHADOWCLAN ============
Leader: Russetstar – dark ginger she-cat (Stonepaw)
Deputy: Blackfoot – large white tom with huge black paws
Medicine Cat: Littlecloud - small tabby tom
Warriors:
Wetfoot – gray tabby tom
Oakfur – small, dark brown tom (Rowanpaw)
Duskflower – black she-cat (Nightpaw)
*Brownfoot – mottled brown-and-ginger tabby tom
Orre – golden-brown tom
Cedarheart – gray tabby tom
Nightwing – black she-cat
Apprentices:
*Rowanpaw – dark ginger tabby
Stonepaw – thick-furred pale blue-gray tom, formerly of ThunderClan
Queens:
Tallpoppy – long-legged light brown tabby she-cat (mother of Talonkit)
Elders:
Stumpytail – brown tabby tom with a short tail
Brightflower – black-and-white she-cat
Boulder – silver tabby tom
Runningnose – small gray-and-white tom
============ THUNDERCLAN ============
Leader: Tinystar – very small black tom with one white paw (Mistypaw)
Deputy: Oakheart – a reddish brown tom
Medicine Cat: Brackenfur – golden brown tabby tom with an injured leg
============= WINDCLAN =============
Leader: Tallstar – black and white tom with a very long tail
Deputy: Mudclaw – mottled dark brown tom
Medicine Cat: Barkface – a short-tailed brown tom (Ryepaw)
============= RIVERCLAN =============
Leader: Leopardstar – unusually spotted golden tabby she-cat (Stormpaw)
Deputy: Tawnypelt – tortoiseshell she-cat (Featherpaw)
Medicine Cat: Mudfur – long-haired light brown tom
======== CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS ========
Barley – black and white tom that lives on a farm close to the forest (Ravenpaw’s mate)
Ravenpaw – sleek black cat who lives with Barley (Barley’s mate)
Wolf – thick-furred gray tom, former BloodClan cat (father of Finch)
Pansy – tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat, brilliant green eyes, former BloodClan cat
Finch – very pale gray she-cat, former BloodClan cat
*Brick - very skinny, scarred dark ginger she-cat, former BloodClan cat
Jaggedtooth – huge thick-furred ginger tabby tom, former ShadowClan and BloodClan cat
Viper – muscular tabby tom, former BloodClan cat
Racket – skinny golden she-cat, former BloodClan cat
Screech – gray-and-white tom with a long gray tail, former BloodClan cat
Chestnut – solid brown tom with big yellow eyes, former BloodClan cat
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<< Allegiances || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || From the Beginning >>
Chapter 8
“So you are the great leader of ShadowClan now?”
Russetstar skidded to a halt in the grass, her tail fluffed up at the growl from behind her. She turned her head, wary of the fighting cats around her, and narrowed her eyes when she saw Jaggedtooth emerging from the shadows.
The moons in Twolegplace hadn’t been kind to the once-formidable ShadowClan warrior. His muscle clung to his ragged pelt and his eyes flashed with hunger as he stalked towards Russetstar. Still, he swatted those in his way – Clan or rogue – with enough strength to push them aside. Russetstar tensed.
“Jaggedtooth,” she hissed. “I never thought I’d see your traitorous face again!”
Jaggedtooth’s fur rose along his spine. “You’re the traitor, Russetstar – you betrayed everything Bluestar tried to accomplish!”
Russetstar’s neck fur bristled. “She failed, you fox-breathed mouse-brain!” she seethed, turning to face Jaggedtooth. Her tail lashed in frustration. “Bluestar failed. Darkstripe failed. Brokentail failed. They all failed!”
Jaggedtooth’s eyes narrowed. “So what chance do you think you have?”
Russetstar unsheathed her claws. “I will never be the leader Bluestar or Brokentail were. Believe it or not, Jaggedtooth, it’s not hard to be a decent warrior. Not that you’d ever know that.”
Jaggedtooth curled his lip and sprang. Russetstar ducked beneath him. She heard him land behind her with a huff. Russetstar spun on her back paws to claw Jaggedtooth’s flanks, but the big tom was surprisingly fast – he’d already turned himself, and the two were locked in face-to-face combat.
His claws were sharp – they stung as they raked Russetstar’s cheek. Russetstar bit at his throat, but Jaggedtooth leaned back. She ducked under a swipe of his big paw, snatching his other foreleg in her jaws instead. Jaggedtooth yowled as she bit, and Russetstar felt his claws against her spine.
Russetstar let him go, stinging all over. She shook her pelt to clear her head, feeling droplets of blood running down her cheek. She and Jaggedtooth circled one another, tails lashing and teeth bared.
Russetstar gathered her haunches beneath her and sprang, but Jaggedtooth was ready – he ducked and, when Russetstar was just about to land on his shoulders, he sprang upward, thrusting his body into Russetstar’s. The air fled Russetstar’s lungs and she gasped for breath as she was flung sideways like a bothersome kitten.
Jaggedtooth loomed over her. Russetstar scrabbled for breath, sucking in great gulps of air – until Jaggedtooth pressed one of his big, heavy paws down on her throat. Russetstar choked, suddenly cut off from precious air.
“You can’t lead a Clan with altruism,” Jaggedtooth hissed. Russetstar tried to push him off, feeling the strength fading from her limbs. It felt as if she were floating. “You and I both know what it takes to truly rule – and when I’m through with ShadowClan, the whole forest will see the lessons I’ve learned!”
Blackness crowded Russetstar’s vision. Jaggedtooth’s voice was a crackling whisper at the edge of her hearing. Russetstar tried again to breathe but Jaggedtooth’s paw closed tighter on her windpipe, and Russetstar felt herself floating away into nothingness.
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She was alone in the Twoleg nest, closed in with the clutter and the silence. Russetstar’s tail twitched uncomfortably – she felt as if she were choking on all the smells, even though there was no other creature here but her.
She was before the kitchen window again, and she looked outside longingly. Inside the nest it was drab and gray and cluttered to the ceilings with junk – outside the yard was messy, yes; but the fence was broken just beyond and the woods loomed endlessly outward. The sky was an unbroken pale blue. Russetstar longed to taste the fresh air, needed it like air in her lungs.
She pressed her paws against the glass. This time, instead of falling and shattering, it melted beneath her paws like dew in the sunshine. Russetstar felt cold, fresh air gust against her fur, and she took a deep lungful of it, sweet and new.
Russetstar leaped down from the window and into the long grass below. Her tail flicked and excitement coursed through her – this was what it was like to be a cat! She pounced on a clump of grass, scattering seedlings with her paws. She rolled in the dirt, feeling cleaner than ever before. Her heart was beating in her ears but it wasn’t with fear, it was with joy.
A black shape caught her eye, and Russetstar paused in her frolicking. “Nightstar?” she mewed.
The black tom, still skinny even in StarClan, nodded. “Russetstar,” he mewed.
Embarrassment pricked Russetstar’s pelt. She got to her paws and stood up straight before the former ShadowClan leader. Nightstar, if anything, looked amused.
“You have lost a life, Russetstar,” Nightstar meowed.
Russetstar frowned. “I know,” she murmured. She could still feel the ghost of Jaggedtooth’s paw on her throat, shutting her out from life-giving air.
Nightstar touched his nose to her forehead. “You will return soon – but please, tell me: Do you recall the life I gave you?”
Russetstar blinked. “Yes: To embrace change, even when it is thrust upon me,” she recited. She looked Nightstar evenly in the eyes. “That has been difficult to do, lately.”
Nightstar nodded in understanding. “You are doing well, Russetstar,” he promised. “I am proud of you. I know you will make the right choices for ShadowClan.”
Russetstar flattened an ear, confused. “What do you mean?” she wondered. “And what of the battle? Can’t you help --?”
But Nightstar was gone.
A fresh breeze blew through the backyard, filling up Russetstar’s lungs until she thought she might burst. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze lift her paws up and up and up, until it seemed like she was flying.
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“Get back!”
“Make me, Wolf.”
“I said get back!”
Russetstar opened her eyes.
A wall of gray fur was standing before her. Wolf had his paws planted, his fur bristling with rage. Russetstar heard a gasp of shock, and she looked over her shoulder to see Pansy crouched above her. The she-cat’s eyes were round with grief and now horror. Russetstar was touched by Pansy’s presence but could only imagine the rogue’s horror at a cat coming back from the dead.
“Y-You’re alive!” breathed Pansy, looking about to faint.
“Fear not,” Russetstar assured her, rasping, “this is normal.” For leaders, anyway.
Russetstar got to her paws. Beyond Wolf, Jaggedtooth narrowed his eyes. A flicker of surprise passed through those angry yellow depths – had Jaggedtooth thought Russetstar a leader in name only? Russetstar unsheathed her claws.
She rushed past Wolf, ignoring his yowl of shock. Russetstar crashed into Jaggedtooth, clamping her jaws hard around his throat before he could prepare a defense. His claws dragged at her pelt, but Russetstar dug her teeth into his skin until blood threatened to choke her. Jaggedtooth let out a ragged gasp and fell limp to the ground.
Russetstar did not release Jaggedtooth’s throat until she was sure he was dead. Only when he stopped moving did Russetstar back off, spitting blood onto the earth.
All around the ShadowClan warriors were driving off Jaggedtooth’s rogues. Their sight of their leader’s dead body, not far from Viper’s, was enough to send many of them scurrying at a full tilt along the Thunderpath. Russetstar glared after them, hoping silently that a monster might happen by and at least knock a few down.
Blackfoot sent Orre and Cedarheart to give chase. “Rout them back to their Twoleg alleys!” he commanded, his fur bristling with blood and scratches. “And mark their fences so they know who rules these woods!”
Russetstar did not have the energy to disapprove of Blackfoot’s orders, even if she did. She kicked dirt over Jaggedtooth’s body and spat, “May you rot in the Dark Forest, you worthless rogue!”
Still looking befuddled, Wolf kicked earth over him as well, muttering the same curse. Pansy joined him. Soon the whole battle party was kicking earth over Jaggedtooth, cursing his name in the Clan’s memory. Russetstar only wished she’d gotten the chance to do the same to Brokentail or Bluestar.
Orre and Cedarheart soon returned, winded but looking proud. “They won’t be coming back,” Cedarheart declared gruffly.
“If they do,” Russetstar rasped, “they will meet this same fate. I will not suffer outsider violence on my borders.”
Blackfoot nodded approvingly, and a ripple of agreement passed through the Clan. Russetstar looked over Rowanpaw and Stonepaw, noting a gash on Stonepaw’s brow that would turn into an impressive scar once it was seen to. Many of her Clan were wounded, but none of them looked tired – their eyes were aglow with triumph, and Russetstar felt their joy as if it were her own.
Russetstar’s gaze rested on Wolf and Pansy. Both of them were covered in just as many scratches and bites, and Wolf’s paws were soaked in Viper’s blood. Nightwing nudged Pansy and congratulated her on a well-timed strike that had sent one of the rogues squealing for their mother. Blackfoot and Cedarheart both looked at Wolf approvingly as he pulled rogue fur from between his claws.
Russetstar wondered how Wolf and Pansy had felt, watching her die. They had obviously seen it happen, as they’d guarded her body until she woke. Had they felt hopeless? Scared?
“We need to return home,” Russetstar declared. This was no time for thinking – the night was yawning on and there was much to do before she could think of sleep. “Blackfoot, I want a patrol to re-mark this border, all the way to the Twolegplace fences. Cover up their pitiful attempt at changing our borders.”
“Really?” Blackfoot breathed. “Excellent – more prey for ShadowClan.” He flicked his tail for Brownfoot and Nightwing, and after a small amount of hesitation had Wolf join the patrol. Wolf did not hesitate in accepting, his eyes hard.
Russetstar watched them go, thinking of just how far Wolf had come. Pansy brushed against her pelt, and Russetstar turned her attention to the rest of her Clanmates. With Pansy and Blackfoot by her side, Russetstar led her warriors home – sore, but filled with joy at their victory.
Jaggedtooth’s body lay by the Thunderpath behind them, covered in loose dirt and open to the predators. If Russetstar had her way, the carrion birds would take his spirit to the Dark Forest, and she would never see him again.
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Chapter 2
The quiet night was suddenly full of clamoring, yowling cats. Fur bristled below, and Russetstar caught glimpse of claws unsheathing in the moonlight as the Clans reacted to Tinystar’s declaration.
“What in StarClan’s name?!” hissed a WindClan tom.
“Typical ThunderClan!” snapped a RiverClan warrior. “We can’t just change the warrior code!”
A ShadowClan cat bristled below. Russetstar recognized Cedarheart’s voice as he spat: “And to let even more kittypets in the Clans?! Preposterous!”
Russetstar bit back a retort for her own Clanmate. Too easily did the Clans like to forget that Tinystar wasn’t the only kittypet-turned-warrior in the forest.
“Are you mad?” hissed Leopardstar, her shoulder fur bristling.
Tinystar seemed to be taking it all in stride. His fur was flat and his gaze was even as he shook his head. “No, I’m not,” he insisted. He raised his voice over the crowd: “Hear me, cats of all four Clans – it has been two moons since the battle with BloodClan. We are all aware of what caused their animosity towards us. The warrior code needs to change, else I think something similar may happen again.”
His pale, ice-blue eyes narrowed as the crowd became uncomfortably quiet. Tinystar’s voice was dangerously even: “We cannot risk more lives on such a possibility.”
Silence followed his words. Russetstar swallowed, her pelt prickling. Tinystar made sense – what would stop another BloodClan from rising? Rogues and loners were pushing at the borders – they always would. Could bringing them into the Clans really ease such attacks? Russetstar wasn’t sure.
“I do not propose removing the rule that all cats shun the life of a kittypet,” Tinystar went on. “In fact, I think this rule is still necessary. True warriors will always choose Clan life over all other options.”
Tinystar’s icy gaze turned to Russetstar, and she froze in response. He meowed, “However – not all kittypets are meant for a kittypet’s life… just as not all warriors are cut out to be Clan cats.” Turning to the rest of the Clans, he went on, “I posit that any cat ought to be able to fulfill their potential!”
Russetstar’s pelt burned with embarrassment. I never should have told him I came from Twolegplace, she thought. She glanced quickly at the cats watching with uncertainty. Had any of them guessed why Tinystar had looked to her in such a way just then?
Tallstar’s tail flicked. “You must have thought this through a great deal,” the old leader mused, his yellow eyes thoughtful. Raising his voice, he announced, “We Clan leaders must think about this – our answer will be given at the next full moon. Until then, this Gathering is over.”
The Clans buzzed below as Tallstar leaped down off of the Great Rock. Tinystar followed him, surrounded by a ring of ThunderClan cats. His mate, Sandstorm, lowered her pale head to speak in his ear, her green eyes flashing protectively. Tinystar assured her with a flick of his tail before leading ThunderClan away.
Leopardstar squared her shoulders. “Arrogant little fool!” she hissed, before leaping down into the crowd. RiverClan awaited her.
Russetstar swallowed. She clambered down the Great Rock, careful not to slip on the moistening stone. She was met by her Clan the moment her paws touched the cool grass.
“He’s ridiculous!” Blackfoot huffed immediately, coming to Russetstar’s side. “The Clans can’t just accept any cat from anywhere!”
“Be quiet,” Russetstar snapped, annoyed and uncomfortable. Does he forget that ShadowClan accepted me? That ShadowClan has accepted so many outsiders?
Stonepaw pricked his ears. “I think it’s a great idea,” he admitted cheerfully, his blue eyes bright.
Cedarheart bristled and spat, “Of course you would.”
Stonepaw squared his shoulders and glared at the older warrior. Russetstar sighed. She pushed her way between them and growled, “Silence!”
Silence fell among the ShadowClan cats. Russetstar peered at them. “Any cat caught talking out of turn on the way back will have their ears raked. This discussion is over.” For now.
Russetstar pushed through her cats and led the way through the shadows towards the Thunderpath. The clearing of Fourtrees was empty now, still and cold, bathed in moonlight. StarClan had not sent clouds to cover the moon at Tinystar’s words. Did they really approve of what he suggested?
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The sky was lightening as Russetstar’s patrol pushed through the gorse-and-fern tunnel that led into ShadowClan’s camp. Russetstar grunted as a thorn caught in her pelt, and she paused for a moment on the other side to ensure she hadn’t brought it with her as ShadowClan filed in from the Gathering.
ShadowClan’s camp was in the heart of the marsh, sheltered by low-hanging pine branches and surrounded by boggy earth no non-ShadowClan cat would be eager to cross. The smell of peat and pine sap was home to Russetstar, and she breathed it in eagerly when she surmised her pelt was free of thorns.
The walls look safe, she thought as she scanned the camp. The walls were a thick mix of gorse and thorn bushes, tangled together so tight it was like a bundle of kittens at their mother’s belly. Ferns and rushes filled in the gaps and bound the walls together. Inside the camp was a clearing of hardened earth surrounding a great stone – the Clanrock – and at the edges, against the walls, were the dens. The most secure was the nursery, tightly nestled at the back of the camp, underneath the shelter of a blue-needled pine.
It had taken a lot to bring this camp back from its previous occupants – BloodClan had thrashed and trashed the camp when they took over the marshes briefly before the battle. Russetstar still dreamed of finding BloodClan rogues in the clearing instead of her Clanmates some nights.
In the center of the clearing, Brownfoot’s ears pricked. The young warrior watched as irritated and annoyed Clanmates streamed into the camp. He looked at Russetstar, confused: “What happened?”
Russetstar felt Blackfoot’s eyes on her. Her patrol had followed her order and kept silent on the way back. Did they really need her to tell them to talk now? She twitched her tail in irritation, a signal that he could speak.
Blackfoot snorted and recounted the night’s events. His voice dripped with scorn as he spoke of Tinystar’s suggestion to change the warrior code. Poor Brownfoot looked confused, his whiskers twitching.
“W-Would it really be a bad thing, though?” he wondered, glancing between Blackfoot and Russetstar hesitantly. “ShadowClan’s taken in kittypets and loners before.”
Blackfoot curled his lip. “We don’t need any more,” he growled. “We’re having enough trouble with outsiders as it is.”
Russetstar sighed. “Go to your nests,” she ordered, staring at the Gathering party. “If you get heated and wake Tallpoppy’s kit, we’ll all never hear the end of it.”
“But what do you think?” Brownfoot wondered.
Russetstar looked between her young warrior and Blackfoot, her deputy. Is my Clan divided already? She thought miserably. I’m too tired for this right now.
“I need time to think,” she reported. “Brownfoot, get some rest. Rouse Duskflower for a hunting patrol – I want that fresh-kill pile stocked before I wake.”
Brownfoot nodded and obeyed, heading for the warrior’s den – a prickly tangle of pine branches woven near beside a thistle thicket. The mottled tom disappeared into the shadows. Blackfoot followed him, grunting with annoyance as he padded across the clearing.
Russetstar didn’t want to deal with this right now. She trotted across the clearing towards the hollowed-out shell of a long-dead pine trunk where she made her nest, just behind the Great Rock. She slipped in between the gnarled roots and flopped down on her moss-and-feather nest, her tail twitching with irritation.
She adjusted herself in the nest, tucking her paws beneath her and her tail around her body. The nest was still uncomfortable at times – it didn’t truly feel like it was hers yet. This den, this nest, had seen multiple leaders in such a short time that Russetstar could still scent Brokentail or Nightstar or Bluestar on the trunk walls sometimes. Now it was her turn, and she was determined to let her scent linger far longer than the others.
Russetstar closed her eyes. It was a hard task, bringing ShadowClan back from the brink. She had to do what no leader before her could manage. Tinystar’s proposition bounced between her ears. Could a Clanborn cat bear this weight better?
But no other one has, so far, she thought tiredly.
A black wave of sleep washed over Russetstar as she lowered her head. For now, rest was all that mattered. Everything else could wait.
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