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chiakinanami82 · 1 year

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Warrior Cats OC Clans

Here are my Warrior Cats original cats and clans. I don’t plan to do anything with these characters, so go ahead and make all of the stories you want to with these cats. I give you full freedom.

LavenderClan is the first clan I made, and they live in the lavender fields in the city, so they’re pretty well off. They decorate themselves with flowers.

Russetstar’s a red tabby with a reckless heart and energetic mind. She’s a rather young leader who inherited the role from Flowerstar, an equally reckless cat. Rookleg is her cornerstone and her deputy, so she can do whatever she wants to.

Rookleg is a sleek black cat with short fur and yellow eyes. She’s older than Russetstar, but is content with being deputy. She’s patient, strong, determined, and tries to be as honest as possible. Unfortunately, she did have a secret affair with a feral loner. Gladly, only her sister knows her secret.

Sootberry has long black fur, and is the medicine cat of the clan. She’s sweet as honey and knows when cats are keeping secrets. She’s her sister’s most trusted friend and advisor, though they do fight occasionally.

Ravenpaw looks exactly like his mother, Rookleg. He’s a bit clingy because all of his siblings died young. He loves his aunt, and uses his free time to collect herbs for her.

Cormorantfoot, Asphodelpaw, and Heatherpaw are all Firefoot’s and Appleclaw’s kits. Firefoot’s a sassy storyteller who loves telling stories and is still energetic in her old age. She’s an orange tabby with black stripes on her back.

Appleclaw’s an orange tabby with a scar over his eye. He’s sarcastic, over dramatic, and loves performance. He’s also just as energetic as his mate.

Cormorantfoot is a scruffy, red, white, and black tortie who’s the jokester of the clan and loves to pull pranks.

Asphodelpaw has a bit of narcissism, so he thinks he’s the best apprentice and often requests the most dangerous jobs. He’s the youngest of the siblings, so he and Laburnumclaw aren’t as close. However, he and Cormorantfoot love pulling pranks on everyone. Laburnumclaw definitely has her paws full dealing with him as an apprentice. He’s just a normal orange tabby.

Laburnumclaw is a calico cat who loves beauty and adorning herself with flowers. She often spends her patrols gathering decorations. While this would usually get someone in trouble in other clans, since they’re so well-off, she’s allowed to do whatever she wants to do. Cats go to her for fashion advice and decorations.

Heatherpaw is very observant and intelligent, and loves to tell stories like her mother. She’s an entertainer, and sometimes slacks on her apprentice duties in order to come up with stories. Her best friend is Nightpaw.

Nightpaw is a black and white cat with green eyes who’s very shy, creative, and sweet. She loves food and combining herbs and freshkill to create new tastes. She feels like she doesn’t fit in anywhere, but her mentor, Crowleg, assures her that she belongs in LavenderClan.

Crowleg is a white cat with black spots and green eyes. Crowleg comes from a nearby barn, and is an experienced, strict cat who believes in structure and efficiency, so she dislikes the disorganized nature of the clan. However, she stays because she’s formed friendships, and she feels at home. She wishes to be deputy in order to enact change. Her friends are Nightpaw, Rookleg, and Laburnumclaw.

Spiderpaw is said to be a bad luck omen. He’s a hairless gray cat with a black spider-like pattern on his back, thus his name. He’s known as a bad luck omen because he’s been on the verge of death several times, such as the time he was almost mauled by coyotes, hit by a monster, fell from a tree and broke his legs, and was almost drowned. He was actually found in the river by Sootberry before she was a medicine cat. She saved him and nursed him back to health. He was a loner who was tossed into the river. Of course, he developed a crush on Sootberry. Later on, when he met everyone else, he fell in love with Cuckooface, who is the smartest cat in the clan. His self-esteem is rather low, and he sometimes wishes for death. Gladly, the other cats talk him out of it. Sootberry acts as his therapist.

Smokeberry is serious, no-nonsense, and cruel. She sometimes tortures her prey, and she has no sense of fun, hating those like Appleclaw, Firefoot, and Cormorantfoot. Sometimes, she regrets joining the clan. She’s a blue cat with yellow eyes.

Lionpelt is a pale hairless cat with blue spots. She was a kittypet who was kicked out after getting pregnant after a fling with a barn cat. She was found by Russetstar hiding under a bush during a particularly bad thunderstorm. She’s excited for her kits. Unlike the other newcomers, she adapted pretty quickly to clan life, and usually tells others that she’s a true-blood Warrior, and that her kittypet origins don’t define her. She will get into fights about blood purity and bull like that. She’s vicious.

Cuckooface has short, blue fur and yellow eyes. He’s the oldest cat of the clan and remembers a time before LavenderClan. He’s also a philosopher, and will discuss it with anyone who cares to listen. His partner died a few years ago, and he’s gay.

StickClan- The unsophisticated and talented- Unlike LavenderClan, they live in rather harsh conditions and aren’t as pretty due to various factors in their habitat. Instead of burying their most impressive kills, they either wear it or graft it onto their bodies as a trophy and a symbol of pride.

Daffodilstar is an orange tabby who wears the talon of an eagle around his neck. He’s uptight, strict, and stressed, considering that he’s led the clan for about 119 moons. His leg is permanently in a cast because it’s a bad leg. His mom and dad used to be the leader and deputy, but they died rather young or so it’s said. Daffodilstar suspects that they ran away due to the existence of his younger siblings, and that they’re still alive. He hates them for abandoning them, and they will be marked forever as traitors.

Egretheart is the deputy, and he’s actually pretty chill. He’s a fluffy white cat with green eyes. He loves telling stories and sharing wisdom. His father is Angelear, and they get along like two peas in a pod. He’s an expert fisher, and his mother has been dead for a couple of years. Usually, the positions of leader and deputy is filled by Daffodilstar’s family’s oldest member and their mate.

Shadowcloud is an orange and black tortie who wears a bundle of lavender on her tail to calm herself down. She’s stressed having to deal with everyone’s afflictions. She’s no-nonsense, strict, and to the point. She hates dogs because they attacked the clan, and she lost her ears and her ability to hear after that. However, her deafness allows her to work in peace, and allows Starclan to communicate clearly with her. Her apprentice is Falconpaw. She is allowed to have kits, but she never will.

Redheart is an orange tabby with one hazel eye. The other one is white. He’s the second oldest of his family, and he’s prideful, often telling stories of his daring deeds. He’s killed a skunk, and wears it around his neck. He also likes to sleep around. Daffodilstar and Redheart often butt heads, and they’re not the most stable. In fact, Daffodilstar sometimes wishes that he was siblings with anyone else. As for Hollypelt, Yellowpaw, Applepaw, and Falconpaw, he gets along with them.

Horsehoof is Shadowcloud’s younger sister, and she’s the adventurous one, always exploring far beyond the clan’s borders, much to the chagrin of Daffodilstar and Shadowcloud. She’s a curly black cat with orange spots. It’s often thought that she was responsible for the dog attack, and multiple cats remind her of her mistakes so much that she believes it herself. Whether or not it’s the truth doesn’t matter because her self-esteem has been shot. The only thing she likes is her horse hoof. She used to be called Spiderclaw, but after taking down a horse, she renamed herself Horsehoof. She adapted to it pretty well, and can run pretty fast.

Crowpelt is the kit of Campionbriar and Redheart, and both of his parents absolutely love him, though his mom likes him more. He’s intelligent, likes shiny objects, and is a bit of a kleptomaniac. He keeps it in check when it pertains to clan things, but shiny objects will always catch his eyes. He’s an expert thief. He’s an orange tabby with black markings.

Angelear is a fluffy white cat with green eyes, exactly like his son. However, he actually takes care of his coat, so he’s the prettiest cat of the clan. He’s chill, and loves chatting with local cats. He killed a colorful snake, and wears it around his neck.

Campionbriar is the mother of Crowpelt, and absolutely smothers her kit. She’s playful, fun, and still acts like a kit. She’s a mainly white cat with splotches of orange and black, and has a scar across her chest. She lost her tail when she became a warrior, so she requested an otter tail replacement. She killed it, and continued on her way. She’s an incredible swimmer.

Alderpaw is the daughter of Horsehoof and Redheart, and she’s black and red. She’s an odd cat who’s said to be part snake due to her odd hunting habits, so that’s how she got her name. When she was old enough to be an apprentice (2 moons), she killed a rattlesnake, so she wears the rattle on her tail and replaced her tongue with the snake’s tongue, and she wears them with pride. She’s a tough girl.

Yellowpaw was born blind. He’s a playful dude who likes climbing trees, hanging with his siblings, and helping Daffodilstar. Sometimes, he feels a bit lesser than the others and thinks because he’s blind, he cannot contribute to the clan as much. Redheart reminds him that everyone’s contributions, no matter how small, matter in the end. Besides, his other senses are so powerful that he doesn’t need his eyes to know his surroundings. Also, he’s an orange tabby who wears a goose’s bill as a trophy.

Falconpaw is yet another orange tabby, and she wears an owl’s beak. Falconpaw is like a spring, jumping everywhere. She dreams of flying like a bird, and often hunts by climbing trees and dropping from above. She loves pranks, so she annoys Daffodilstar a lot. At least, until he raises his voice. She’s Shadowcloud’s apprentice, and the stressed medicine cat regrets taking her in, but still mentors her because a medicine cat is necessary for clan survival.

Applepaw is the youngest of the tabby siblings, and she wants to live up to her older brothers. Her intelligence is apparent to those who know her, and she’s the battle strategist. Applepaw is barely two moons old and is already an apprentice due to a need for warriors.

Hollypelt is hard-headed, stubborn, focused, and determined. Before her pregnancy, she killed a buck, and wears the antlers replacing the stubs of her ears. She gets along with Daffodilstar, and she wishes she could tame her younger siblings, but alas, it is impossible. Also, she’s a fluffy orange tabby.

That’s all of them! Enjoy making your own headcanons, stories, and ships!

#warrior cats #warriors designs #original character #original characters #warrior #warriors #cats #character sheet #character concept #oc character #oc #clan #stickclan #lavenderclan #freedom

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strelles-universe · 2 years

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The Cats of ShadowClan: Rowanberry

Name: Rowanberry

Meaning: Provider with a Desire to Help

Identity: Cisgender Molly - She/Her

Orientation: Questioning

Rank: Retiree

Former Rank(s): Sitter, Guard

A short furred and sleek coated chocolate and cream tortie molly with small rounded ears and pretty amber eyes.

Rowanberry was named aptly - all she’s ever wanted was to serve her clan and help cats that need it. She never really enjoyed the stories of ShadowClan’s glory days, always considering it to be a rather lonely way to live. Thought she - like many kits - played games where she pretended to chase enemy warriors from her territory, she simmered down much faster than anyone expected.

It was to no one’s surprise when she was apprenticed to Maggotflight as a Sitter, settling in rather swiftly with taking care of the young ones and ensuring the safety and comfort of nursing cats. Rowanpaw was never very fond of Raggedpaw or Scorchpaw - she believes that their status as leader’s kits made them arrogant and weak because they were so self-assured of their place. She found herself disliking Scorchpaw even less when during her mandatory battle training, he hit her with unsheathed claws.

She was Yellowfang’s best friend and confidant - though she was sad when her sister became a healer, she was proud of her for following her heart. She was even more amazed when Sagewhisker announced that she’d received a blessing from Treesoul allowing her to feel another cat’s pain as if it were her own. Rowanberry is the only cat that Yellowfang ever told she was pregnant besides Raggedstar and Sagewhisker. Rowanberry has decided to take the secret to her grave.

Rowanberry’s dislike and concerns about Raggedstar were confirmed when ShadowClan took a more militarial demeanor and began forcing mollies into the nursery as he demanded more and more warriors.

Clawface shared her grumbles about Raggedstar’s snooty behavior and they grew closer in their shared disdain for their leader. To their relief, Brokentail (despite being Raggedstar’s son) didn’t seem to be nearly as cocky. Though a little aggressive, Brokentail worked harder than Raggedstar ever had and refused to let the whispers of his suspected parentage bother him. Though Raggedstar’s death was a tragedy, Rowanberry hoped that under Brokentail that ShadowClan would remain disciplined and strong but return to a more quiet clan.

Brokenstar seemed determined to return ShadowClan to their so called “glory days” full of violence, with every clan trembling in their pelts at the sight of them. Clawface - who had since become her mate - supported Brokenstar’s more aggressive regime leading to a loud and angry fight on their way back to camp. The worse Brokenstar became, the more they argued until Rowanberry finally called their relationship off.

Her sons tried their hardest to get them to make up but in the end, Rowanberry and Clawface settled into a distant but professional friendship though he still loved her and their kits. When Brokenstar was driven off, she was both pained and relieved when not long later, a ThunderClan patrol delivered Clawface’s body to them, declaring that he deserved to be buried on his own clan’s land.

Rowanberry’s relationship with her mother is strained - she can’t believe that Brightflower thought for even a moment that Yelowfang had it in her to kill a kit and is furious that Brightflower didn’t speak for her daughter when Yellowfang was executed. She’s similar furious with her brother who hasn’t yet admitted that he was wrong to suspect Yellowfang regardless of what their esteemed leader said about her.

Mentor: Maggotflight (Outskirter)

Apprentice(s): Fernshade

Parents: Brightflower (mother/estranged), Brackenfoot (sire)

Sibling(s): Yellowfang (sister/deceased), Marigoldkit (sister/deceased), Nutwhisker (brother/estranged), Mintkit (brother/deceased)

Mate(s): Clawface (separated/deceased)

Kit(s): Cinderburr (son), Stumpytail (son)

#rowanberry #erin hunter #warrior cats #fanfiction #fanfic #warrior cats fanfic #erin hunter warriors #the cats of strelles #rowanberry is uncomfortable with the fact that maggotflight was her mentor and a sitter #but she doesn't know how to process those emotions so for now she'd choosing to ignore them #the pride of creeping shadows #the cats of the shadowyield #strelles the greenwood empire

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slugswarriorsdesigns · 2 years

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Okay so, I'm currently working a rewrite/au of the series. I would really like to use your designs for it since, 1. I love them and your art is amazing and 2. because I would like for the cats to be (mostly) genetically accurate. One of the changes though that I have decided to make is making Squirrelflight and Crowfeather the three's (technically four since I've decided to lump Breezepelt into that litter) parents. But I've also decided that they're both trans. Squirrelflight is a trans cinnamon classic tabby x black chimera (genetically cinnamon classic tabby) molly and Crowfeather stays the same as in your design but he's AFAB. The question is, would the designs you have for the three and Breezepelt still check out genetically with these changes?

There is a big issue that pops up and it's called Lionblaze.

Squilf is genetically cinnamon, which is a variety of black. As she's AMAB in this case, she doesn't decide the color of the AMAB kittens in the litter. But Crow is a black smoke, genetically black, and as he's AFAB he "decides" all color of AMAB kittens and half of AFAB kittens.

Hollyleaf: perfectly possible, also for my design. Black smoke

Breezepelt: also a black smoke, so possible

Jayfeather: As long as Squilf and Crow both carry dilute (which they do in my genetic family tree) and since Squilf is a tabby it's 100% possible to have a grey tabby. The pointing is a bit harder but it's ressecive so making the parents both carriers is easy. I do draw him with pretty high white spotting compared to Crowf so you will need to give Squilf some white spotting too.

Now, Lionblaze. With this coupling he can't be red, as Crowf isn't red. Possible solutions:

1) making Crowfeather wideband beneath the solid smoke, thus making Lionblaze a wideband/golden tabby

2) making Crowfeather a tortie, but I don't think that works with the rest of his family?

3) Making Lionblaze amber. Amber is recessive (if I remember correctly) so technically possible, just a lot of "haha secret ressecive gene!"-ing required

4) Making Lionblaze, and my extension Squilf, Carnelian. I'm choosing to sacrifice Squilf here as her color is already canonically identical to a heterozygous Carnelian cat. This way Lionblaze is still genetically black, but we can bullshit a somatic mutation that made him ecec instead of Eec like Squilf. This does mean that you have to let the Carnelian travel up the family tree, either heterozygously or homozygous. My suggestion would be Squilf as Eec, Leafpool as the same, Fireheart as a ecec (it does make him look flame colored!) with Jake also being ecec but Nutmeg being Eec.

#snail noises

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doritopaw101 · 3 years

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Arc1, book 3: Chapter 2

Silverstream sighed as the water lapped at his paws and belly. He felt the soft paws of Featherkit and Gillkit nudge his belly, their small whimpers made him smile. He moved his body a little making it easier for his kits to latch.

'Graystripe says Featherkit looks just like me. I wish I could see that for myself' Silverstream thought with sorrow. Mudfur did his best to save his eyesight, even trying some herb mixtures that he was taught by WindClan's old medicine cat Hawkheart, but nothing worked. Silverstream didn't care too much; there were worse fates.

"Um… Silverstream?" Silverstream turned his head to the sound. Although he couldn't see that well anymore, he recognized the voice as Dogpaw's, and could also smell Vixentail, Blackclaw, and Bluepaw with them.

"Yes, Dogpaw?"

"I brought you some carp," Dogpaw mewed. "I know it's your favorite."

"I made sure that it's not poisoned this time," Vixentail growled, while Dogpaw let out a little whimper of guilt. Personally, Silverstream didn't blame Dogpaw or Bluepaw for the fish, no matter what others thought. He knew the apprentices already had enough struggles, and he knew it was the Twolegs fault.

"Thanks, Dogpaw," Silverstream mewed, pawing at the ground to find where Dogpaw had put the fish. Feeling its wet, slimy form beneath his paws, he bent down and began to chew on it.

Blackclaw must've been watching him struggle to find the fish, because she murmured, "We don't need any more blind cats," under her breath. Vixentail murmured a quiet agreement, but Silverstream still heard them both. He was used to the blind comments by now. He knew the only reason they didn't say it to his face was because he was Stormstar's kin. At least my father still treats me the same.

Silverstream had always tried not to be too offended by Blackclaw's smart remarks. After all, she had always thought he was above everyone else. Being the son of Shimmerpelt and Piketooth, two very respected fisher and fighter respectively.

And as for Vixentail, she liked to follow the black tom's lead a little too much, in Silverstream's opinion.

He was glad Stonefur dumped Blackclaw in favor of Skyeyes. He didn't deserve to be Stonefur's mate.

"How's Featherkit and Gillkit?" Bluepaw asked, the kits in question mewling loudly as they still laid pressing against Silverstream's stomach.

"Loud as ever," Silverstream chuckled. "Hungry too, I think my milk is fine for now though Bluepaw"

"What's it like being blind?" Dogpaw

"Dogpaw!" Vixentail hissed, and the loud thwack of someone's paw hitting the back of the Dogpaw's head followed.

"Ow!"

"It's fine," Silverstream said plainly. "Imagine not being able to see, but your other senses increased tenfold."

"That's cool!" Dogpaw mewed.

"No, it's not," Vixentail muttered.

"What's going on here?" Silverstream almost jumped at the sound of Voleclaw's voice. He hadn't even noticed the tom creep up on them. "Silverstream, are they bothering you?"

"Only Vixentail and Blackclaw."

"We need to take your kits," Blackclaw said. "Featherkit in fact"

Vixentail made a shocked sound but Silverstream couldn't tell if that was genuine or not.

Silverstream could recognize irritation in Voleclaw's voice now. "Why would you ever?"

"We need to make sure it healthy."

"That's Mudfur and Bluepaw's job, not yours, fish-face," Silverstream growled. "This is my kit, and you will not refer to her as it, you will refer to her as her name and that alone, Blackpaw."

Blackclaw hissed.

"Leave," Voleclaw snapped at the pair. "Don't you have patrols to do? I know Willowheart and I gave you somewhere more important to be, Blackclaw."

Blackclaw released another defiant hiss, but he was still obliged by Voleclaw's orders. Silverstream could hear him mutter angrily to himself as he stalked away with Vixentail following after him. Before the two disappeared, Vixentail called, "Come on, Dogpaw!"

"Dogpaw can stay. You two can swim away," Silverstream replied, curling his tail around Featherkit, Gillkit, Dogpaw, and Bluepaw.

Silverstream growled in frustration, water splashing everywhere. He missed another fish.

"Silver, I know you love fishing, but maybe-"

"Don't, Minnow. Just don't," he replied shortly. He knew what his sister would say, and that was sending him back to camp. But Silverstream didn't want to go back there again, not after what had happened with Blackclaw and Vixentail. He thought that by coming out here, he could prove herself to them again by relearning how to fish as a blind warrior, but it seemed impossible.

They felt like a dead weight in the clan, but he didn't want to feel this way anymore. Bluepaw encouraged him to help Mudfur gather herbs, but Silverstream wasn't sure if he should offer to be the old medicine cat's apprentice when his heart still yearned to be a warrior.

"You know that I'm not trying to be rude, but…" she trailed off.

Silverstream sighed. "You know I'm not really useful being blind now."

"I love you, Silver. You're my littermate."

"I know, and I love you too, Minnowpool. That's why I know you wouldn't say what you know is the truth."

Minnowpool's pelt brushed comfortingly against Silverstream's side, and he sighed. Would he ever get to be a warrior again, or was he doomed to be useless to the clan from now on?

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Icefire flicked his tail back and forth, watching the clan as they moved around the camp. He had Mistlekit nuzzled in his tail while Snowkit was playing with Waspkit and Hornetkit. He had managed to assign patrols, with some of Leopardstorm's help. The pointed white tom had been helping him adjust and even helped watch the kits with him before he led a patrol to Sunningrocks.

Taking care of kits was still something he enjoyed doing, even with his deputy duties keeping him on his toes. He'd been taking a lot of care for Milk-kit, Snowkit, and Mistlekit. Mostly to give Nettlemist a break and honestly he didn't mind bonding with the kits and wanted to look out for Milk-kit and Snowkit because they don't exactly fit clan norms.

He saw Shrikepaw bring over a sparrow, her fur just as frazzled and spiky as his Fuzzypelt's had been. "Been hunting?"

"Yep, caught this one easily," Shrikepaw purred. "I caught two squirrels, too."

"Can you take it to the elders?"

"Yep," Shrikepaw mewed. "That was okay, right?"

"Of course, sweetie," Icefire replied, licking his kit's forehead. He chuckled when he felt Milk-kit try to latch, he was so telling her this when she was older. He felt Goldenflower lay beside him. "I'll watch them, go stretch your legs," she mewed. "Shrikepaw, you can help, if you want."

"Cool."

Icefire slowly got up and made his way around camp, deciding to pay a visit to the elders. As he approached the fallen oak where the elders made their den, voices drifted up from behind its bare branches.

"Darkstripe's kits will be born soon, and Cherrycloud and Thymeroot have finally named their kits," Speckletail mewed.

"New kits are always a good omen, sister," White-eye purred. "What are they called?"

"Badgerkit and Stork-kit"

"Starclan knows we could do with a good omen," Smallear muttered darkly.

"You're not still fretting about the ritual, are you?" Patchpelt croaked. Icefure could imagine the old black-and-white tom flicking his ears impatiently at Smallear.

"The what?" White-eye mewed loudly.

"The naming ceremony for the new clan deputy," Patchpelt exclaimed loudly. "You know, when Tiger-roar and Nightshade left a quarter moon ago."

Smallear snorted, and Icefire imagined him nodding at Patchpelt. "A young cat can't be trusted to make wise decisions on the clan's behalf."

Icefure could hear Speckletail tear at her moss bedding with her claws, trying to fluff it to her liking. "A young cat with kittypet heritage, at that," she pointed out hoarsely. Icefire's heart stung at her comment, but it hurt even more when he heard Smallear's next comment.

"I'd trust an experienced traitor over Icefire, especially when his ceremony didn't follow the proper ritual. ThunderClan is as good as dead, with Icefire as our deputy."

His tail drooped as he heard the elders murmur their mutual agreement. His spirit feeling hurt beyond repair, Icefire took a few paces backwards and headed for the fresh-kill pile, wanting nothing more than to sulk and release his hurt on a mouse or two.

Maybe the elders are right, Icefire thought sadly. What if I really am a bad deputy?

"We should attack Shadowclan," Seedspots growled. "They're getting too pushy lately."

Icefire struggled to contain his frustration as the meeting progressed. He had been in charge for the meeting of the elite warriors as Bluestar was still sulking in her den, but it was difficult to assert his authority as a leader without his leader here. Once again, he reminded himself of the elders' conversation a night before, and he couldn't help but feel a stab of despair yet again. He wished Bluestar was here.

"They haven't done anything to warrant an attack," Raveneye mewed, the strong wafts of lavender and marigold spreading throughout the room as they spoke.

"So? They are just biding their time and getting ready to strike in the night," the tortie replied. She pointed to the map of attack that she had drawn in the dirt a while ago. "We could attack here."

"We will not attack if they haven't done anything," Icefire mewed before releasing a sigh. "Why start a fight for no reason?" There was already a border scuffle this past moon, and it had been during the last patrol that Darkstripe was allowed to lead before Icefire had the nursery cats confine him to camp. He had been a little relieved at Darkstripe's confinement, because it meant less worrying about whether Darkstripe would slip out of camp and betray ThunderClan's secrets to Tiger-roar and Nightshade somehow. He still didn't know where they were and he knows they would try to kill him, mostly Nightshade. Didn't help that he remembered that they had Brokentail and Dewflare with them.

Icefire had been part of the reinforcements to the scuffle, and he ended up ripping into Whitethroat as the black tom nearly killed Cinderfreeze. Icefire felt enraged during that fight. Whitethroat wouldn't meet with him anymore like he used to, and it was making Icefire constantly worry, and it was getting in the way of his duties. With the new pressure of being the clan's deputy, and admittedly his own insecurities, he realized that he didn't need the added stress of Whitethroat on his mind. Whitethroat would keep shutting him out no matter what he tried, so he decided it was time to be rid of Whitethroat for good.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Seedspots countered, "You don't want to show ThunderClan's strength? I know plenty of cats who want to slash some ShadowClan hide."

"What's wrong with peace?" Embereyes asked. "At least for the moment."

"If we don't show strength then the other clans will think-"

"Who cares what the other clans think?" Icefire scoffed. "I don't. They can mind their own business." Rising to his paws, he fanned the map away with a quick flick of his tail. "This meeting is over."

"Seriously?" Seedspots snapped. "Don't you have an ounce of bravery in you?"

Icefire ignored her, and decided that was the end of it.

If only it had been that simple, but then, nothing was simple anymore.

He was on a solo hunt at the Owl Tree when he heard the awful news. He was stalking a dove that was pecking at some seeds that Icefire left for it as bait to lure it from the tree. The bird was fat, looking very well-fed this season. It'd be enough to fill two warriors' bellies.

Licking his lips, he began to creep up on his prey, careful not to disturb the leaves with his tail. As he closed in on his kill, he bunched his muscles, preparing to leap and deal the final blow. However, the bird quickly took to the skies when it was startled by a rustle in the bushes not far from his hunting place. Hissing with frustration, Icebelly turned to curse whatever had scared away his catch, only to be cut off short when Brightpaw shot into the clearing, barreling into Icefire.

He wanted to snap at the apprentice for making him miss his catch, but there was a sense of urgency around the younger cat that kept Icefire silent. Brightpaw, out of breath, took a few moments to gain their breath back before quickly mewing, "Icefire, you have to come quick. Seedspots is taking a patrol to the ShadowClan border to fight!"

Icefire felt like he should feel a ripple of shock course through him, but there was nothing. It was just like Seedspots to do something so arrogant, even against his own deputy's orders. Anger engulfed Icefire, but it was mostly directed at himself. If he had been a better deputy he would have done more to prevent Seedspots from leading such a rash attack. "Show me the way, Brightpaw. We have to stop this!"

Brightpaw, though still out of breath, managed to find enough energy to quickly lead him towards the border where Seedspots' patrol had gone. He knew it had been too late when he heard the hissing and screeching of wrestling cats at the Thunderpath. He watched the chaos unfold around him, while Brightpaw stood rigid with fear beside him.

Seedspots' patrol was even bigger than he had imagined. It seemed like half of the clan was present at the fight. He could make out Dustpelt's brown and ginger tabby fur in the cluster, the tom delivering a deep bite wound on Wetfoot's shoulder. Only a mere fox-length away from him, Robinwing and Thornpaw were both tag-teaming on Hollyflower, who looked absolutely terrified by how outnumbered the ShadowClan patrol was.

Icefire charged into the clearing, trying to find Seedspots in the fray. He noticed that Sandstorm had been a part of the fight too, and she was struggling beneath Sharpfang, who had pinned her roughly into the dirt. Icefire launched himself at Sharpfang, throwing her away from his clanmate with sheathed claws.

Sandstorm sat up quickly, her sandy fur now dotted with brown specks of dirt, and her pelt was riddled with fresh wounds. "I could have handled myself, Icefire!" she snapped.

"That doesn't matter. You shouldn't be here!" Icefire snarled at her. "Nobody from ThunderClan should. Where is Seedspots?"

Sandstorm flicked her tail vaguely towards the direction of the Burnt Sycamore. Icefire's gaze turned towards it, spotting the cat in question. Seedspots seemed to be fighting with the leader of the ShadowClan patrol, Russetfur. The she-cat's russet-coloured fur was stained scarlet as Seedspots tore her apart.

"Seedspots! Stop this at once!" Icefire yowled with fury.

If Seedspots heard him, she didn't listen. She dug her teeth deep into Russetfur's fore-leg, bowling them over and exposing her belly. Too wounded from the battle, Russetfur seemed to be hunching over in submission. She looked more vulnerable and weak than a piece of fresh-kill; an easy kill.

Seedspots must've noticed it too, because her muscles bunched beneath her fur, and she pounced at Russetfur again with her claws extended. Seeing an opportunity to end this, Icefire dove into the quarrel on winged paws, nearly dodging Oakfur as Fogtail tripped him over with his long tail. Leaping into the air, Icefire's claws met Seedspots mid-leap, and he slammed his clanmate hard on the ground.

"What the fuck?" he snarled.

"What?" Seedspots said, her fury stopping in confusion at the word 'fuck'.

"What in the name of Starclan is wrong with you?" he snapped.

"What's wrong with you, kittypet?" Seedspots sneered.

"You piece of-" he began, but he cut off as he was shoved away from Seedspots by a blur of black fur. He was too pissed when he saw Seedspots avoid his orders yet again by rolling onto his paws and pouncing on Blazefang now, who was trying to help the injured Russetfur away from the battlefield.

Not giving a damn anymore about stopping the fight, Icefire wrestled his opponent. He had his attacker locked in his claws, and the both of them were standing on their hind-legs, throwing punches and raking each other's faces with unsheathed claws. He realized it was Whitethroat that he was fighting with, but he didn't care. He shoved forward, hissing, trying to go for Whitethroat's neck.

He recognized that it was Whitethroat that he was fighting with, but blinded by fury, he didn't care. He shoved forward, hissing, aiming for Whitethroat's neck. The black tom tried to trip him up with his tail, but Icefire had been trained by the best warriors in ThunderClan. He wasn't falling for that old trick.

Icefire latched onto Whitethroat's tail with his teeth, biting down hard. Whitethroat hissed with pain, and Icefire expected him to retreat back into his territory, but Whitethroat was stronger than he thought. His strength overpowered Icefire's own, and he quickly threw Icefire on his back, forcing him into a pin. The black tom bared his teeth in a snarl.

"Do it," Icefire growled. "Finish me already or get off and run."

"I could never kill you."

"You can't fool me," Icefire retorted, recalling how Whitethroat told him about the times he shredded fought with Badgerfang, his clanmates, and even his own kits. "I know for a fact that you have no problem spilling blood."

Hurt flashed in his eyes at Icefire's jibe, but it quickly turned to anger again. "You don't know anything about me," Whitethroat snapped.

"You didn't let me!" Icefire retorted. "You never let me in. You always shut me out, just like you do with everyone else. I don't know how your clan or your kin can tolerate you."

Whitethroat slammed a paw on Icefire's lower stomach, and in response, Icefire slashed the black tom's belly with his hind-paws. Icefire was about to kick Whitethroat away from him, but he felt the ground shake beneath him, and dread crept up on him.

"Monster!" Icefire yowled.

Every cat began diving for cover, all except Icefire. He scanned the clearing to make sure that every ThunderClan warrior had made it to cover before him, and he felt frozen with fear as he spotted Swiftpaw lying on the Thunderpath, not moving. The monster was barrelling towards him at a rapid speed.

Icefire wouldn't let the apprentice become roadkill. Thinking quickly, he leaped forwards as Fogtail tried to rush to Swiftpaw's aid at the same time, the car nearing closer with every second. Seeing the monster encroach on the apprentice made Icefire panic, and he made a regretful decision.

He kicked Fogtail away as they, too, rushed to Swiftpaw's aid. He launched himself onto the smelly path and grabbed Swiftpaw by the scruff, tossing him towards his mentor on ThunderClan's side of the path before Icefire quickly dove for cover along with him, but he had leaped for safety too late. The car had hit him, and everything went black.

Starclan, why!

Thymeroot was frustrated and worried beyond belief. She didn't think things could get more hectic, but of course she had to be wrong. She admired her work on the unconscious Icefire's leg and tail. It hadn't been in the way too much, she managed to pop in back in and stop the bleeding. He'd keep his tail, the fur just needed to grow back and he'd need help lifting it and walking. He already had a limp, it would be worse now.

"Good job, kid," Yellowfang rasped. "The foolish cat will need it."

"He did save Swiftpaw from being killed," Thymeroot pointed out.

"That he did," Yellowfang replied. She gazed at Icefire like a queen gazes at their own kit. "Trying to be a hero."

"Better than being the villain like Seedspots," Thymeroot growled.

"She's already having the tongue lashing she deserves."

"Was it you, Goldenflower, Raveneye, Frostbite or Bluestar?"

Yellowfang chuckled. "All of the above. Raveneye and Frostbite especially tore her down."

Thymeroot couldn't share her mentor's good-nature at the moment. "What's her punishment?"

"Two day exile, and when she returns, apprentice duties until further notice."

Thymeroot sighed. Seedspots definitely deserved more than what she received. This was no time for the clan to be starting petty battles with other clans. Thanks to her, they would not only have to worry about the cryptic imprint that Tiger-roar and Nightshade's exile left on the clan, and now had to watch out for ShadowClan's retaliation.

Worry wormed within her as she cast a side-long look towards Icefire's unconscious form. The clan seemed more vulnerable than ever before. With Bluestar still sulking in her den, Icefire had been the only leader that most of the clan would obey. This attack would leave him out of commission for a long while, far longer than Seedspots' exile would last, and who knew what she'd try to encourage the clan to do next when she returned?

If they return, Thymeroot thought grimly. Seedspots obviously did not respect Icefire's authority, just like Tiger-roar and Nightshade had. Could Seedspots be another traitor in their midst and inform Tiger-roar and Nightshade of ThunderClan's weaknesses? And who would be the first to retaliate on their clan; the newly-aggravated ShadowClan, their traitorous ex-clanmates, or both of them teamed up together?

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warriorfamilytrees · 4 years

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Brightflower and Brackenfoot

I’ve been rereading Yellowfangs secret, and many questions about genetics have been popping up in my head...so I thought I’d recreate this family tree to be genetically accurate!

Brightflower - initially described as long haired golden she-cat, in order for yellowfang to be GRAY, her mother must be a tortie. Alas, I did like her coat color, and the beauty of torties is that they can always be cryptic torties! So here we have a cream British longhair/persiany cat(however you wanna interpret yellowfang and her mom is up to you)

Brackenfoot - his canon description honestly made no sense: “pale ginger tom with dark ginger legs” ??? So, I interpret that as a flame point Siamese. Unfortunately none of his kids inherit his color points

Yellowfang - dilute tortoiseshell. I cannot fathom why a gray kitten would be named after the color yellow, so perhaps she had golden splashes on her pelt when she was born ??? Who knows

Rowanberry - initially described as a brown and cream she cat. I can think of interpreting that as a possible torbie, but honestly I like to think she looks a bit like yellowfang as well. Yes I know she has white spotting while neither of her parents do. I guess we’ll have to use our imagination

Nutwhisker - finally the only guy in the family genetically sound. Just a plain old black tabby

Haven’t done one of these in a while but they’re fun! Shoot me an ask if you want any more families or ideas of a characters family tree!

#yellowfang #brightflower #brackenfoot #rowanberry #nutwhisker #yellowfangs secret #shadowclan #warrior cats #warriors #wc #cat genetics #warrior cat genetics

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warriors-are-afraid-to-die · 4 years

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Anyways Squirrel/Leaf switch AU

Leafpool (Now Leaftalon) still gets with Crowfeather, but she's a warrior who's faking her love for Brambleclaw.

Squirrelflight (Now Squirrelpond) is still chased by Ashfur, but she's a medicine cat who's just genuinely creeped out.

The three's names are now Hollybush, Sparrowfeather, and Lioncloud.

Three's designs slightly changed. Hollybush is a dark-brown tortoiseshell, Sparrowfeather is a diluted tortie with a weird cream marking on his head, and Lioncloud is a bright red colorpoint.

The secret is never revealed during Ashfur's fire, and he never dies to Hollybush, but Crowfeather is still trying to be close to his kids despite them being in another clan.

Sparrowfeather talks to Rock without being a bitch.

Hollybush is NOT part of the three, but she's like a rad sidekick.

When Dovebreeze and Ivypool are born, Hollybush is instead the one to receive the omen of the stars, and passes it along to Dovebreeze.

Hollybush is disappointed to not be part of the three, but she doesn't push her jealousy on anyone. Lioncloud takes Ivypool's place in being a spy in the Dark Forest, but she does still train there. It's honestly awkward.

Ashfur inevitably strikes another attack on Squirrelpond, seriously injuring her, and he's banished from Thunderclan.

Leaftalon is getting continuously more nervous as her kids grow older. Not one even has the same body shape as Brambleclaw, but she keeps her mouth shut at least.

Leaftalon and Crowfeather start meeting again, even though he has Nightcloud and Breezefang now, he isn't happy. They don't make the same kind of choices as when they were young, but their company makes one another feel safe.

When the final battle finally happens, Ivypool turns against Hawkfrost, killing his spirit before Hollybush can get to her. Tigerstar's death is... Strange.

Dovebreeze, Sparrowfeather, and Lioncloud use their powers to fight back the Dark Forest. Sparrowfeather used his dreamwalking to find out their battle strategy easily, Lioncloud used his invulnerability to pretty much slaughter everyone, and Dovebreeze used her abilities to find which cats they should take out first. It's how she found Tigerstar in the midst, and he attacked her without warning.

Lioncloud came to her side, but only after Tigerstar took out an eye. Horribly injured, Sparrowfeather got her to safety while Lioncloud defeated Tigerstar.

A few moons after the battle, Firestar dies of old age, and so Bramblestar is made and Leaftalon is deputy.

Crowfeather decides to tell Nightcloud that he had half-clan kids after everything, and after it's spread through the whole clan, he's banished. He begs to join Thunderclan, and since Bramblestar is so dummy kind, he's now a warrior of Thunderclan!

((Also he and Leaftalon kiss hehehe))

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neko-shinigxmi · 5 years

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“What am I to you?” + ur edgiest f/o??

❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.

This was the usual by now. Ichimatsu would leave home to feed the neighborhood strays- as per usual- and, somewhere along the way, meet up with Rachel, who’d join him and give love to the cats that flocked among them... When not making some of them sour at them, as they often brought healthy things with them. Like some sort of...application that would help kill fleas and such.

Nice of a thing to do for these domestic strays, but it always made him frown. They always let themselves get hurt if it meant helping som- a cat. Wincing in pain at the scatches, frowning at the yowls and hisses, but always smiling at the end of it, happy that the cat got some treatment... No matter how long it’d last the stray. (As, just like the both of them, the cats were bound to get into trouble sooner or later.)

...It was almost uncomfortable to see. Because he saw himself in these cats...and Rachel as, well...themself. Always so caring and kind and gentle. Forgiving, even when the cats were mad at them for having be messed with. Patient and willing to show kindness to such grumpy kitties all over again, to win back their trust and have them purring against them in no time flat.

It felt like...how they were with him. He, too, was an angry cat. He’d say mean things, not accept their compliments, and constantly say the opposite things of what he really meant. Better to shoo Rach off then let them dig a deeper hole, stuck with someone as disgusting and loathesome as him.

They deserved better and he wouldn’t let them get stuck with him.Even as he wonders...if it’s okay to do that. Is it really okay to let such kindness go? Even if he doesn’t deserve it?

It’s what was bothering him today, even. Snacks bought for them both (by Rachel, since...he’s still a NEET), cats being fed, and others resting in their laps. A tortie kitten was in Rachel’s lap, while Ichimatsu’s lap was primarily hogged by a tuxedo cat, but others hovered around, like the ever-hovering ESP Kitty. (Though he kept the cat away, just in case he started spilling any secrets.)

They’d been pretty focused on the kitten, eyes gentle and rather motherly, when not flicking up to take stock of the cats eating, to Ichimatsu (who would quickly pretend he hadn’t been staring at them), and then back to the kitten. Purring in delight, a stray tamed by a gentle hand with very short nails... Perhaps they’d been biting them earlier in the week? He wouldn’t put it past Rachel to do so, what with their anxiety and all.

...He certainly wasn’t alone on that. A comforting thought, though fleeting. Someone as good and pretty as Rachel didn’t deserve such a horrible person around them like he is. (Right? Isn’t that right? So why does the thought of pushing them away hurt, too...?)

He barely notices when they look up at him, innocence still in their dark green eyes. A small smile on their lips... How soft would they be? Would they be okay with the thoughts he’s had about them...? Would such disgusting thoughts ruin him to Rachel forever or would he dare try believing that maybe--?

“Heh, what are you looking at Ichima-?”

“What am I to you?” He asked, tone harsher than he meant to, catching Rachel off guard. Making them flinch. (His gut swirled in regret, rejection bubbling up into a sick feeling.)

“What...?” They straightened up, brows furrowing together as he looked away, staring instead at the slowly approaching ESP Kitty. (Don’t you dare, you little shit.) “What do you mean? Where did this come from?”

“I... You...” Ichimatsu sucked in air through his teeth, focusing on the short sound of it instead of the patient ESP Kitty staring at him. At the eyes of his crush looking at him, lost and hurt. Confused at his words, ones that had no context and left them lost in a sea of anxieties. “I just want to know. Before you go off giving me ideas.”

“Idea-?”

“You know what you’re doing to me!!!” He roared, scaring off most of their feline company, including the kitten in Rachel’s lap. Scared, ESP Kitty still hovered close, fur fluffing up in caution. Their eyes were so wide with shock, staring up at him with fear...but also more confusion.

“I-I.... I don’t...understand.....” Tears gathered in their eyes, and Ichimatsu faltered at the sight, expression dropping into one of heartbreak and pain. “I...I don’t... What am I doing? I just wanted to be f-friends with y-you, but..... I don’t mean to make you h-hurt, Ichimatsu...!” His jaw was dropped, fear growing in his chest...especially as they struggled to stand up. “I.... I can go-”

“NO!!!” Ichimatsu lunged for their sleeve faster than he ever thought he could move, eyes wide and desperate for them not to leave. No... No, no, no, nonono- He’s wrong, he’s sorry, but how does he say that?! Especially to such a heart-wrenching expression like the one Rachel had on their face....

He looked down to an equally sad ESP Kitty, sighing and letting go of their sleeve... Sitting back down, and gently scooping the cat into his arms, cradling the cat there. Though seemingly nervous at first, ESP Kitty was quick to warm up to his friend again, soon looking like he had a little smile all over again.

“The truth is, I care about you a lot,” ESP Kitty said, Ichimatsu glancing up in time to see her eyes widen with shock, jaw dropping as the cat spoke! “In fact, I care about you so much, it’s scary to me. I think pushing you away will keep you safe, but I also don’t want to be alone, after knowing your friendship.”

“...Ichi...?” Rachel slowly sat back down, this time on their legs, hands on their knees as they looked between him and ESP Kitty uncertainly. He’d explain it after this, but...right now, his heart was beating wildly. Honestly, he was pretty sure that if he tried to explain what was going on, he might die. (Or get horrible stomach pains again, so. Either wasn’t a pleasant idea.)

“You make my heart race,” the cat continued. “I’ve never felt so strongly about someone before... That’s what love is, isn’t it?” Ichimatsu’s face burned as he pointedly looked away, Rachel staring at him with a blush growing over their face. “I feel like I’m not worth your time or attention or kindness...but you’re the person I love the most. Equal to cats~!

“Ah...but is that kind of love from someone like me okay? You deserve better, don’t you? Can I be someone worth your time? A NEET like me...?” Ichimatsu looked back just in time to see Rachel close, unconsciously leaning forward to the two. W-Within....kissing distance......

“...Rachel, I love you,” Ichimatsu and ESP Kitty say at the same time, seeming to stop time in that little alleyway they’ve been tucked into all the while. The quite after that confession is deafening, but somehow...feels a little less nerve-wracking? Maybe because- despite the surprise- they don’t seem as scared or disgusted as Ichimatsu always imagined they’d be....

.......Well, until the silence kept dragging on. Then he started getting worried.

“L-Look, you don’t have to be-”

“I-I love you, too.” Ichimatsu froze. Stared at their knees. Then to Rachel’s face.

“............Ah?”

“Ichi....I’ve liked you all this time,” they confessed, laughing a little as tears rose back in their eyes. “You silly... I thought you could actually do better than me!! I’m not much, you know.... If anything, I’m pretty plain.”

“You’re gorgeous! How could you say that about yourself when I’m the plain piece of garbage?! Your kindness, your love of cats... You’re way better than a NEET like me deserves.”

“Wh-What?! Ichi, I used to be a NEET before I moved to Japan! I only got out of that because I wanted to move here so badly....and I got to meet you because of that... Being a NEET isn’t all bad, ‘long as you can figure out what you want to do someday.” They hesitated, then offered their hand to him, palm up. Ichimatsu stared at it like it was some kind of alien tech......then slowly slipped his hand into their own, blushing brightly at how soft their hand was. Better than he’d ever imagined, that’s for sure. Still so kind, too...

“...So you’re fine...with trash like me being your boyfriend?”

“Only you’re okay with having a trash partner~” Ichimatsu glared at them as they gave a smug look, tightening his hold slightly.

“You’re not trash,” he snapped.

“I won’t say it anymore if you won’t~!” He stared at them, glare getting worse...then sighed, pouting. Softening his glare by quite a lot. “Heheh, I figured. We’ll work on it together, ‘kay?”

“...You’ll help me?”

“Mhm. I promise it,” they assured gently, scooting closer. “Hey.... Ichi?” As he turned to look at them, they leaned forward enough to gently, quickly peck his lips, smiling softly. Heat spread from head to toe, barely suppressing a shiver as it clicked in his head: that was...his first kiss. A messy way to get to this point, but get there they did and ahaha holy shit, this was officially the best day of his life.

“Ichi...I love you.” He had to bluescreen a little longer, processing the kiss before nodding slowly, his eyes hesitantly meeting theirs all over again.

“...I-I...love you, too.” He stared a little longer, glanced down, and then back up. “....I hope you still will...when you find out what I like......”

“Oh...? In what way, I wonder~?” Ichimatsu could only grin darkly at the mischievous look on Rachel’s face. Heh, seems like they might already know...and he looks forward to testing that.

Not today, oh no!! That’d be too much for one day and his stomach would surely fuck up the moment. But someday. For sure.

#Anon #Aki answers #Aki Stories #okay so Ichi being edgy is up to interpretation but #I went with more 'who's the mofo who's gonna make this SAD and ANGSTY AF??'#and the answer ofc #was gonna be Ichi #and what a trainwreck the confession was #so here we are!!!

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need1etail · 5 years

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TAS - Chapter Six

“Come back, Alderpaw!”

Alderpaw halted and turned. He’d gotten too far ahead of the group again, and Squirrelflight was calling him back. Frustration rippled through his pelt. You’re all too slow! What if the rogues had hurt Violetkit? What if they caught up with the ShadowClan patrol and they were hurt? He needed to find out. “Can’t we move any faster?” he yowled to Squirrelflight.

“We have injured cats with us,” his mother reminded him. Dovewing and Leafpool were aiding Strikepaw and Cloverfoot as they made their way through the forest, while Sparkpaw trotted next to Rosepetal and her mother, her eyes bright. Cloverfoot was limping, but Strikepaw stood tall, as if he wasn’t at all bothered by the scratch that snaked down his back. “Plus the rogues could be anywhere. We can’t fight them with such a small patrol.”

Pacing restlessly, Alderpaw waited with Squirrelflight, Rosepetal, and Sparkpaw as Dovewing, Leafpool, Cloverfoot, and Strikepaw caught up. Dovewing and Rosepetal were eyeing the bushes along the trail, as if waiting for one of Darktail’s rogues to burst out and attack them. Alderpaw could see the ShadowClan border ahead, where the oaks turned to pines. The scent of their sap tasted sharp on his tongue.

The rain was easing. Strikepaw shook out his pelt as he stopped beside Alderpaw. His fur stood on end, spiked and wet.

Cloverfoot purred with amusement and nudged his shoulder with her nose. “You look like a hedgehog.”

“And you look like a RiverClan cat.” Strikepaw stuck his tongue out at the gray she-cat.

Rosepetal paced around them, mouth open as she tasted the air. “Concentrate!” she ordered the two ShadowClan cats. “There could be rogues anywhere.”

Strikepaw and Cloverfoot shared an annoyed glance and the gray tortie rolled her eyes. “We’ve been checking for their scent all the way here and smelled nothing,” she pointed out.

Dovewing pricked her ears. She blinked, frustrated with herself. A reflex, Alderpaw guessed. “They’ve probably run away.”

Squirrelflight scanned the forest. “I don’t think these rogues scare that easily.” She glanced at Alderpaw, and he guessed what she was thinking. They knew that the rogues were not afraid of Clan cats—not after what they’d done to SkyClan. “We should still check for their scent along the border before we cross it. They may have come the long way around.”

“But we need to get Cloverfoot and Strikepaw back to ShadowClan camp.” Alderpaw plucked at the ground in impatience.

“And check on Mothwing,” Leafpool added. And Violetkit. Alderpaw nodded.

“Knowing where the rogues went is more important.” Squirrelflight padded past following a trail that shadowed the border.

Sparkpaw followed her mother, while Dovewing, Rosepetal, and Leafpool sat with Strikepaw and Cloverfoot. Impatiently, Alderpaw trotted after his kin.

Squirrelflight stopped suddenly and lifted her muzzle. She didn’t need to speak. Sparkpaw had already smelled the scent too.

“They’ve passed this way.” Sparkpaw sniffed at a thornbush, her nose wrinkling.

“Were they the same ones you fought earlier?” Dovewing called, keeping her voice as quiet as she could.

Squirrelflight narrowed her eyes in disgust. “It’s the same scent.”

Sparkpaw sniffed. “All rogues smell the same to me.”

Squirrelflight looked at her daughter, a sharp look in her gaze. “You’d better learn to tell the difference, Spark. We might be dealing with more of them than we know.”

Dovewing approached them, her eyes wide. “Is it an invasion?”

Rosepetal was sniffing the thornbush now, her eyes narrow. “I knew it from the moment I saw them,” she hissed. “It’s the ones that drove out—”

Alderpaw’s heart lurched. Rosepetal had met the rogues on the journey to SkyClan. Before she could betray the secret to Dovewing, Cloverfoot, and Strikepaw, he interrupted. “They’re the ones we met on our quest,” he confirmed, giving Rosepetal a meaningful look.

She lifted her head and nodded. “Yes,” she meowed.

Sparkpaw growled and pressed against her mentor, as if ready to protect her at all costs.

Dovewing was still staring at Squirrelflight. “Do you know who they are?

“Alderpaw and the others encountered these same rogues on their quest.” Squirrelflight told her.

Cloverfoot frowned. “Why did they come here?”

Squirrelflight padded to a bramble and sniffed it. “I don’t know. Let’s hope they’re just passing through.”

We have a mission here.

Alderpaw felt his pelt twitch. He was uncomfortable keeping secrets from other cats, even if they weren’t his Clanmates.

Paws thrummed over the forest floor nearby.

Alderpaw stiffened, his heart quickening. Memories of Frecklewish’s beaten body flashed over his eyes. Hackles lifting, he backed closer to Rosepetal and Sparkpaw.

Rosepetal tasted the air. “Is it the rogues?”

Dovewing jerked her muzzle, her fur fluffing up as she stepped in front of Cloverfoot and Strikepaw. Shapes moved between the trunks.

“No!” Cloverfoot hurried past Dovewing, limping as she tried to put pressure on her bad leg. “It’s ShadowClan!” Her eyes were bright when she bumped heads with her kin.

Alderpaw glimpsed familiar pelts between the trees. Goldenheart was trotting toward them, Stonewing and Juniperpaw beside him. Strikepaw rushed forward and bowled into Juniperpaw, his brother, in excitement. Cloverfoot was being looked over by a brown tom, Marshstripe. Alderpaw could tell they were kin; they looked a lot alike. His heart quickened with hope as he saw Tawnypelt at the rear. She was Needlepaw’s mentor. Was Needlepaw with them?

The ShadowClan patrol spread out as they neared the scent line. Disappointment and relief mixed inside Alderpaw’s belly as he saw that Needlepaw wasn’t one of them.

“Thank you for bringing our Clanmates home,” Tawnypelt meowed.

Dovewing padded toward Goldenheart, blinking at him. “Goldenheart!” She sounded pleased to see him. “We wanted to see if you were all okay.”

Goldenheart nodded to her. Alderpaw saw warmth in his gaze.

Tawnypelt padded forward and looked at Squirrelflight. “If this is about the rogues, you have nothing to worry about,” she told her. “We’ve sent patrols along the border to chase away any unknown cats. I’ll be glad when those flea-bitten crow-food eaters are out of here.”

“Alderpaw here wanted to see Violetkit,” Squirrelflight told her.

Alderpaw stepped forward, hope glimmering in his chest. “So there have been no rogues on ShadowClan territory?”

“Not since this morning,” Goldenheart told him.

Alderpaw sighed. Violetkit was safe from the rogues.

“I want to speak to Russetstar about the rogues,” Squirrelflight meowed.

“And to see how Mothwing is doing,” Tawnypelt meowed, looking at Leafpool. There was a glint in her eyes. Was she teasing the medicine cat? “Of course.” She nodded to Goldenheart and Marshstripe. “Please escort them to the camp. I’ll follow this scent trail with Stonewing and Juniperpaw.”

“Be careful,” Squirrelflight warned. “These rogues aren’t strays or loners. They’re dangerous, as these two have seen.” She glanced at Cloverfoot and Strikepaw, who were nodding in agreement. “If you find them, send for help.” She looked at Juniperpaw. He was lithe, his black pelt showing muscles beneath, but he was small. “Two warriors and an apprentice won’t be enough to fight them.”

Juniperpaw puffed out his pelt. “I’m strong!” he defended himself.

“These rogues are stronger,” Squirrelflight told him, her eyes dark. She crossed the border, meeting Goldenheart’s gaze. “Lead the way.”

Goldenheart glanced at his mother, then nodded. “Follow me.”

Alderpaw padded beside Sparkpaw as Squirrelflight fell into step behind Goldenheart. Cloverfoot and Strikepaw were walking next to Marshstripe, right behind Goldenheart and Squirrelflight. As leaves turned to pine needles beneath his paws, he glanced back at Tawnypelt, Stonewing , and Juniperpaw. “Do you think Russetstar knows that the rogues stole one of Mudstar’s lives?” he whispered to his sister.

Sparkpaw shrugged. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “I don’t think Mudstar wants them to know, though. Leaders don’t like to appear vulnerable.”

Alderpaw suddenly wondered if his father had ever lost a life. He padded between the pines, recognizing the trail to the camp as they neared.

As Goldenheart led the patrol inside, surprised faces turned to glare at them.

Snowbird showed her teeth. “ThunderClan again?”

Beside her, Scorchfur grunted. “It’s bad enough that a RiverClan cat has to live with us. The other Clans don’t have to visit.”

“Thank you, ThunderClan, for caring for our wounded,” Sparkpaw muttered under her breath, imitating Snowbird’s voice. “Thank you, ThunderClan, for escorting them home.”

Alderpaw giggled and shoved his sister. Squirrelflight ignored the Clan’s grumbles, keeping her eyes on Goldenheart. Alderpaw scanned the camp. Was Needlepaw here? What about Violetkit? He searched for a glimpse of the kit’s black-and-white pelt. There was no sign of her. Perhaps she was with Needlepaw. His eyes wandered further across he camp as the thought of the silver she-cat. Beepaw and Sleekpaw were practicing battle moves at the edge of the clearing, concentrating so hard that they didn’t even notice the ThunderClan patrol. Needlepaw wasn’t with them. She wasn’t at the fresh-kill pile either. Where was she?

“Squirrelflight.” Russetstar’s mew snapped Alderpaw’s attention back. He almost bumped into Sparkpaw, who stopped beside Squirrelflight.

The ShadowClan leader stood at the head of the clearing with Crowfrost and Dawnpelt, her eyes narrow. “What are you doing here?” Squirrelflight didn’t look happy with the leader’s tone.

Alderpaw noticed Mothwing at the edge of the clearing, caring for the wounded ShadowClan warriors. She looked exasperated and tired.

Rowanclaw padded from a den in the camp wall as Goldenheart peeled away from the patrol and stood beside Russetstar and his father.

“They wanted to see if we were alright,” he explained, “and to check on Mothwing.”

“We’re fine,” Rowanclaw meowed sharply, sticking his nose in the air as he stared at the ThunderClan warriors.

“We’ve also brought home your Clanmates, Cloverfoot and Strikepaw,” Squirrelflight explained. “We didn’t want them walking home alone with such injuries and with those awful rogues running around.”

“Yes,” Russetstar meowed. “Thank you for your support. Be sure to thank Jayflight for me when you return home.”

“We believe the rogues may be in your territory,” Squirrelflight spoke up. “We smelled them along your border. Tawnypelt, Juniperpaw, and Stonewing are already tracking their scent, but I don’t believe they’ll be able to fend them off if they do find them.”

“My warriors can handle this,” Russetstar snarled. “We do not need more of your help, thank you very much.”

Squirrelflight’s eyes narrowed but she dipped her head. “I understand.”

“You weren’t there!” Sparkpaw spoke up, not backing down when the ShadowClan cats’ sharp gazes snapped toward her. Squirrelflight opened her jaws to tell her daughter off, but Sparkpaw continued. “In the battle; it was vicious! These cats might be the threat StarClan warned us of, aren’t you worried? I haven’t been in many battles, but it was terrible. I didn't know if we were going to make it!”

Goldenheart’s eyes flashed. “The prophecy was talking about Violetkit and Twigkit!”

Crowfrost shifted his paws. “She might have a point.”

Russetstar jerked her gaze toward her warrior.

Crowfrost held his ground. “What if the rogues are linked to the prophecy? Perhaps we should track them down, don’t you think?”

Goldenheart growled. “Why don’t we track them alone and report what we find at the next Gathering?”

Russetstar frowned. “I heard what happened to Mudstar,” she murmured. “Maybe these rogues are truly as dangerous as you say.”

Sparkpaw leaned closer to Alderpaw. “Looks like she’s worried she might be the next leader to lose a life.”

Alderpaw nodded and looked at Russetstar. He narrowed his eyes. A haze surrounded the she-cat. Alderpaw remembered this from Mudstar. He saw one star. One life. He shuddered.

“Fine,” Russetstar meowed at last. “You can join another patrol to track those rogues. You may come across another one. They’ve been trying to find them since after the battle. Crowfrost, you’ll lead it. Take Goldenheart, Spikefur, and Dawnpelt with you.”

A dark brown tom with a tuft of fur sticking up between his ears crossed the clearing toward them. “Did you say my name?”

“You’re going with these cats.” Russetstar threw a scornful look at the ThunderClan patrol. Alderpaw heard Sparkpaw swallow back a growl. “Those rogues from earlier are truly dangerous. You will track them and find where they’ve gone.”

Alderpaw gasped. Violetkit! “I have to stay here!” he blurted out to the ShadowClan leader.

Russetstar blinked in surprise.

Stammering, Alderpaw struggled to gain his composure. “Leafpool wanted to speak with Mothwing. And I wanted to see Violetkit before we left.” Leafpool nodded, standing beside her nephew.

“Very well,” Russetstar grunted.

“We’ll wait for you at the border,” Squirrelflight promised.

“I want to stay with Alder and Leafpool,” Sparkpaw spoke up, standing beside her brother. “We won’t cause trouble.” Russetstar gave her an exasperated look.

Alderpaw nodded and watched the patrol leave. Russetstar and Rowanclaw went back to her den to talk. Alderpaw shuffled nervously. He wanted to ask one of the ShadowClan cats if they’d seen Needlepaw around, but he decided that would be too suspicious. He made his way to the medicine den with Leafpool anyway.

“I’m going to talk to Mothwing,” the medicine cat told them. “Sparkpaw can stay in the den if you’d like while we’re talking.”

Sparkpaw nodded and followed them into the den.

He could smell the familiar scent of Mothwing as they approached. And the scent of freshly picked herbs. “Mothwing?” Leafpool padded into the den and Alderpaw followed. He saw the golden she-cat crouched beside a familiar, pretty calico she-cat. Puddlekit, he assumed. Probably Puddlepaw now.

“This is tansy and horsetail,” she told the young apprentice. “Tansy is good for coughs. Horsetail is good for infected wounds.”

Surprise flashed beneath Alderpaw’s pelt. Was she still teaching her simple facts like that? “Shouldn’t they know that already?” Sparkpaw whispered to Alderpaw. He shrugged.

Mothwing looked up, purring when she saw Leafpool. “Leaf!” She blinked at the two ginger apprentices. “And Sparkpaw and Alderpaw. Alder’s told me a lot about you, Spark.” Sparkpaw shoved her brother, purring. “I thought I’d missed you while I was out. Grassheart said a ThunderClan patrol stopped by while I was picking herbs.” She nuzzled the brown tabby medicine cat.

“They’re waiting for us at the border,” Leafpool explained. “I wanted to see how you and Puddlepaw were doing.” She glanced at the calico apprentice. Alderpaw caught her eye as well. She blinked at him, surprised, before turning her head back to her herbs.

“Let’s go outside,” Leafpool meowed to Mothwing. “I wanted to see how you were doing, and how Puddlepaw is doing in her training.”

Mothwing nodded and turned to Puddlepaw. “I want you to split all these herbs we gathered into seperate piles. Sparkpaw, you can stay with her.”

Puddlepaw stared wide-eyed at the heap in front of her. Alderpaw felt a wave of sympathy, suddenly remembering his first days in the medicine den. He’d thought he’d never learn the name of every herbs. Sparkpaw sat beside the calico cat, blinking at her.

Leafpool shooed Alderpaw backward and slid out of the den with Mothwing behind her. She stood close to Leafpool in the easing rain. “It wasn’t the best idea to gather herbs on a day like this.” She raised her nose toward the rain, taking a deep breath. Alderpaw wondered if she was homesick. “They’ll take forever to dry. But I smell cold weather on the way. I want ShadowClan’s stores as full as possible before leafbare and this battle didn’t help.” Worry darkened her amber gaze. “StarClan knows how they’ll make it through.”

“Is Puddlepaw a quick learner?” Alderpaw asked. She looked like she was enjoying learning the herbs earlier, but she still looked confused and scared.

Mothwing sighed. “She tries her best, but half the time she can’t tell an herb from a weed.”

“You’ve been training her for a half moon.” Leafpool looked surprised. “Doesn’t she know the basics yet?”

“She’s young. She never had any visions of StarClan, but she told me she had always secretly wanted to be a medicine cat.” Mothwing shook her head. “Must be tough, being in a Clan filled with cats who want to hunt and fight, while you don’t want anything to do with it.”

Alderpaw shuffled his paws, suddenly anxious. “Do you think ShadowClan has chosen the wrong cat to be their medicine cat?”

“I don’t know if there is a right cat in the whole of ShadowClan,” Leafpool answered for Mothwing. “No wonder Littlecloud never chose an apprentice after Flametail died. It seems so unfair. StarClan gave us two medicine cats, along with Jayflight, who knows enough about herbs to treat any cat in need, while ShadowClan only has Puddlepaw.”

But the golden she-cat shook her head. “Puddlepaw is really enjoying herself,” she told her. “She likes learning herbs, and there are even some ShadowClan warriors who know the basics of medicine. I think ShadowClan is going to be okay.”

Leafpool blinked at her, her eyes sparkling. “I’m glad,” she meowed, rubbing her nose against Mothwing’s cheek. “I hope you’re going to be able to go home soon.”

“Me too,” Mothwing sighed. “I enjoy Puddlepaw’s company, but I don’t want to spend my whole leaf-bare in this gloomy place.” Her eyes softened with sorrow. “I miss the river and I want to see the kits’ first time on the ice.”

“They’re treating you okay, aren't they?” Leafpool asked.

“They’re treating me fine.” Mothwing gave her a reassuring blink. “I always have first pick off the fresh-kill pile. Everyone is very polite to me. And I get along fine with Grassheart. Her kits are absolutely adorable. And Wasptail, their mother, seems very responsible and caring toward them.”

“What about Violetkit?” Alderpaw knew she was safe from the rogues, but he remembered how upset she’d been when she’d had to leave her sister in the woods. Was she happier now? “Is she okay? Can I go visit her before I leave? I promised Twigkit I’d check on her.”

Mothwing sent another distracted glance toward the medicine den and Leafpool answered. “I don’t see why not. Tell me when you’re finished. I want to see how Puddlepaw is coming along.”

Mothwing purred. “She’s probably put the nettles and the watermint in the same pile again.”

Pelt ruffling, the medicine cats turned to go. As they headed toward the den, Mothwing turned as Sparkpaw walked out. “Thank you all for coming,” Mothwing meowed. “Tell Jayflight I said hello and that I miss him.”

Alderpaw blinked at her as the two medicine cats disappeared into the den. “Time to see Violetkit?” Sparkpaw asked.

Alderpaw nodded, beginning to make his way toward the nursery. Beepaw and Sleekpaw had finished practicing battle moves and were watching him through narrowed eyes. Would they question where they were going?

“Alderpaw!” A familiar mew sounded from the camp entrance. Needlepaw’s scent reached his nose. “And Sparkpaw!”

“Hi!” Sparkpaw turned to meet her, purring.

The silver she-cat bounded across the clearing. She met Sparkpaw with a quick nudge of their shoulders.

“Where were you?” Alderpaw asked as she sat down beside them.

She stared at him. “What do you mean?”

Alderpaw shared a glance with Sparkpaw. Does she realize she’s shifting back and forth on her paws, like she’s feeling restless . . . or guilty? “You weren’t with Tawnypelt, or in the camp when we got here.” Alderpaw felt awkward, as though he was prying. “I was wondering where you were.”

“I was in Twolegplace,” she told him a little too quickly. “You know how I like the taste of kittypet food sometimes.”

Alderpaw blinked at her. Yes. But you’re usually not so quick to admit it. Sparkpaw seemed to notice how strange she was acting, too, her eyes narrow as she stared at the she-cat they thought they knew.

Needlepaw changed the subject. “Yarrowpaw says you came with your Clanmates to hunt for those rogues from this morning. Did you find them?”

“No.” Alderpaw looked at her. She didn’t seem to be herself. Something had ruffled her fur. He wondered with a purr which part of the warrior code she’d been breaking this time. He leaned closer and gave her a teasing nudge. “What have you been up to?”

Needlepaw bristled. “Nothing!” she snapped. “What’s with all the questions?”

“I’m sorry.” Her sudden temper startled Alderpaw. Shame surged through him. Had he tried to be too familiar? But they were friends, weren’t they? Like Sparkpaw and him were. My sister. Had she forgotten their journey together, the night she confessed her feelings about her destiny, finding the kits? Perhaps she didn’t see him as anything more than a cat from another Clan.

“You’re acting a little . . .” Sparkpaw searched for the right word. “Prickly, that’s all.”

Needlepaw shrugged, but didn’t answer.

“Can I see Violetkit?” Alderpaw asked.

“If you want to.” Needlepaw shrugged again and headed toward the prickly entrance of the nursery.

Alderpaw and Sparkpaw followed, sharing a bewildered look, not sure what to make of Needlepaw’s mood.

“Violetkit!” Needlepaw called through the opening. “Someone wants to see you.”

The brambles rustled and Violetkit scrambled out; the red feather was still tucked behind her ear. Her eyes lit up as she saw Alderpaw, then she scanned around him. “Is Twigkit with you?” she asked, excitement sparkling in her yellow eyes.

“She’s not allowed out of camp yet,” Alderpaw reminded her, his voice gentle.

“But she came—”

Needlepaw gave the kit a playful nudge. “That’s our secret, remember?”

Violetkit blinked at her guiltily. “Oh, yes! I’m sorry.” She clamped her jaws shut and put her paw over it.

Needlepaw nudged her again with her nose, nearly knocking her over. “You’re such a little toadbrain.”

Violetkit nudged her back, giggling. “You’re a big toadbrain! You remember when we played hide the pinecone and you took the whole day to find it?”

“How could I? You hid it under Kinkfur’s nest!” Needlepaw purred. “The old fleabag was sitting on it like forever!”

Alderpaw swallowed back a purr, and shared an amused glance with Sparkpaw. He was happy to see the closeness between the two cats. Violetkit wasn’t alone in ShadowClan after all. And it was good to see Needlepaw behaving more like the friendly, sassy cat who had traveled with him on his quest.

Violetkit turned to him, her eyes round. “How’s Twigkit?”

“She’s fine,” he told her. “She sends her love and wanted me to check that you’re okay.”

“I’m great.” Violetkit looked fondly at Needlepaw. “I really like ShadowClan. Needlepaw’s teaching me how to hunt. I caught a moth yesterday.”

Needlepaw purred.

“I still miss Twigkit, though,” Violetkit added.

“She misses you very much to,” Alderpaw told her.

“Violet!” Pinenose’s stern mew sounded from inside the nursery. “Come in out of the rain. I don’t want you catching a cold.”

Violetkit’s shoulders drooped. “I have to go.” She turned toward the entrance. “Tell Twigkit I’ve been keeping her feather safe. I keep it on all the time.”

Alderpaw purred and touched his muzzle to her head before she climbed into the nursery.

As she disappeared, Alderpaw blinked at Needlepaw. He waited for Sparkpaw to get out of earshot, heading toward the entrance. “Perhaps we can get them together again soon. Twigkit keeps asking.” Another nighttime meeting would do both kits good. And it would be nice to see Needlepaw without the gaze of every other ShadowClan apprentice scorching his pelt.

“I guess,” Needlepaw sounded distracted. Her thoughts were clearly elsewhere.

“I’m sure Violetkit would appreciate it,” Alderpaw pressed.

“Yeah.” Needlepaw’s gaze met his. And yet he felt she wasn’t really seeing him. “Let’s do that.” She nodded and turned to leave.

“Soon?” Alderpaw called after her.

“Soon,” she answered, without turning back.

Alderpaw frowned and headed for Sparkpaw at the camp entrance. Squirrelflight and the others would be waiting for them. It would be good to get back to camp and into a dry den. But he couldn’t shake his unease. Soon. Why hadn’t Needlepaw said when? Didn’t she care if the kits met? She must! Needlepaw seemed genuinely fond of Violetkit. Perhaps she doesn’t want to see me anymore. Disappointment weighed at his paws like a stone as he pressed against Sparkpaw and trudged through the pine forest with her, towards their territory. Perhaps the friendship they’d forged on their journey was over now that they were back with their Clans.

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animatewarriorcats · 1 year

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Featherstorm! Mother to Raggedstar, Scorchwind, and later Dawnpelt Volepaw and Mosspaw. Appears only in Shadowclan supplementary material, her characterization has a lot of gaps. She's about as old as Brightflower, and as a background cat her personality is fairly one dimensional, with almost all her speaking lines being about motherhood. When she is younger it's implied she doesn't connect well with the clan as she isn't close with any tom, leading to speculation that a kittypet fathered Scorchkit and Raggedkit, but we don't actually see that written out in her relationships. She does have the fling with Hal that obviously doesn't end well as she refuses to speak about him and says he gave up the right to be a father when confronted together by Raggedpelt. She trains Russetfur, but that happens mostly off screen and the two cats probably never speak about Hal, as Feather's relationship remains a secret with his death. Later when Brokenstar takes power, her second litter with Blizzardwing are trained as child soldiers and she is pretty horrified. When Mosspaw is killed in training she is forced to retire to hide her devastation from the clan.

design points, two of her kids are solid ginger so I made her a tabby tortie. She also has some white because I said so. Also this is more a relflective, imo it would be cooler if Scorchwind isn't actually related to Hal, and for once warriors had a litter with two fathers like feral cats frequently do.

#Featherstorm #Shadowclan #warriors #warriors designs #warriorcats #warrior cats #warrior #warrior designs #warrior cats designs #warriorcats designs #warriorcat designs

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newtcloud · 6 years

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I’ve noticed some people seemed interested in my TawnyFeather + kits AU, and I have some news for you, it’s actually part of a much larger AU/fix I think about occasionally.

I do work with a traditionalist (more info) worldview, I list the original names the first time the cat is mentioned. Some cats are slightly genetically changed, I mention the changes as well. (I want to make family trees, one day maybe) I talk from Clan to Clan here, and it’s a lot and a little disorganized haha

Hope you enjoy reading my thoughts!

Windclan

For starters, Mudclaw remains deputy. When Ravenstar (Tallstar, he is black with little white now) is close to dying he calls Mudclaw in for a private meeting. When Mudclaw arrives he sees Crowpaw (he doesn’t receive his name in the mountains, also he has amber eyes) leave and enters. Ravenstar is honest about his fears, and Mudclaw listens critically. He vows to try and keep peace, and earn the other clans’ respect in a less violent way. Ravenstar also tells him to respect what Crowpaw chooses to do, Mudclaw doesn’t understand what Tallstar means with this until Crowpaw says that he needs to leave to sort out his thoughts. He allows it, and prays that he is safe.

Mudclaw becomes Mudstar, with lives (not literal lives, but more in a guidance way, as is more common within traditionalism) for Compassion, Clarity of judgement, Diplomacy, Patience, Love, Wisdom, Endurance, Loyalty, and Understanding of other viewpoints.

Oatwhisker (Onewhisker, brown and white tabby) becomes his deputy, and Starclan shows approval by granting access to the island. The two become good friends.

Windclan and Thunderclan still grow apart, but less so. Mudstar is not hostile, but also asserts their rights to decline help. Firestar is a little saddened, but respects the decision. With time the two clans change that distance to a more casual relationship.

Since Crowpaw is gone, Nightcloud has kits with a loner, Sleetkit (Breezepelt, now a lighter gray) and Antkit (Black molly). They grow up to become Sleetpelt and Antfang, they’re both a little hot-headed but ultimately strong young cats.

Crowpaw returns after several years, changed into a more wise man. He asks Mudstar to be let back, and he accepts after remembering Ravenstar’s words. Crowpaw becomes Crowheart and lives his life without mate/kits.

When Darktail arrives Mudstar is mad that Oatwhisker kept this a secret, but doesn’t have any reason to punish him since he never broke the law. Oatwhisker dies with Darktail, which Mudstar grieved over for the rest of his life. Sedgewhisker succeeds Oatwhisker, and she becomes Sedgestar when Mudstar dies of old age.

Shadowclan

Tawny’s kits are born a lot earlier, and they aren’t really just The Three In Shadowclan for their earlier life. Tawny teaches them about their family in the other clans, and stands up fiercely when other cats try to tell them they’re not Shadowclan.

Rowanclaw is their foster father (he’s trans) and when he has his own litter Tawny + kits help with raising his kits: Redkit/paw/whisker (Redwillow, red and black torbie, predominantly red) and Darkkit/paw/nose (Olivenose, black and red tortie, predominantly black). Tawny and Rowan are close friends, but never mates.

Sol still appears and causes a ruckus, and it’s resolved the same way.

Russetfur retires from her position before she’s killed in battle, she becomes an elder but remains fairly active because she can. Nobody dares to stop her anyway, and her death shakes all the clans. She is succeeded by Tawnypelt.

When Blackstar dies in the floods, Tawnystar succeeds him. She names Rowanclaw deputy.

Tawny’s kits themselves are largely themselves:

Reedtail (Flametail, brownish-red tabby with white) was really sickly as a kit (Tawny didn’t have an ideal pregnancy, with stress from journeying and malnutrition), he often had to stay in the medicine cat den. Littlecloud let him help so he wouldn’t grow bored while he was staying there, when Reedkit was ~7 moons (apprenticed late) he chose to become a medicine cat because he loved the work and wants to help cats as sickly as himself. Littlecloud was very fond of him, and the two were often called “like brothers” by the other medicine cats. He dies from shock after falling in the freezing lake while playing with his foster siblings. Littlecloud was devastated, and mentored no other cats until Mudleaf’s (Puddleshine, brown and white tabby) enthusiasm made him cautiously less stuck in his grief.

Goldenstorm (Dawnpelt, cream and grey calico) was a go-getter, happy to give her opinions and overall quite the troublemaker. She keeps senior warriors on their toes, and Tawny is never surprised to find her at the root of mischief. She has kits later in her life, and is heavily scarred but lives through the Darktail era. She is renamed Scarredpelt, and wears the name with pride.

Heronfur (Tigerheart/star, silver black tabby with white paws and chest) is mostly the same. He’s your average tom, with a penchant for bad ideas. The romance with Dovewing is gone, and he doesn’t become deputy/leader.

Thunderclan

The three are Maplecloud’s (Leafpool, dark, brownish-red ticked tabby) kits, but no-one knows who the other parent is. She steps down as med. cat after she discovers her pregnancy, many cats were skeptic, but her willingness to give up her dreams made them sympathetic. When Cinderpelt dies, she takes up the med. cat duties again.

Foxkit/paw/storm (Jayfeather, red classic tabby), becomes a warrior, his mentor is Brightheart. Maplecloud was overjoyed to see him succeed as a warrior. I personally am not a fan of the whole prophecy in the 3rd and 4th arc, so I scrapped that lol. He’s a cranky warrior that bites off more than he can chew to prove himself, Brightheart helps him accept himself. It’s a long journey, but he is enjoying his life more and more as he grows older.

Emberkit/paw/heart/star (Hollyleaf, black and red tortie), becomes a warrior with a strong belief in the code, highly intelligent and has the qualities of a leader. She is a beloved warrior, deputy and eventual leader. She becomes mates with Smokepelt (Cinderheart, gray and cream and white tabby with a broken leg).

The two have three kits:

Patchfur (Hollytuft, gray and cream lynx point)

Ryestripe (Sorrelstripe, gray and brownish torbie, predominantly brownish)

Ashcloud (Fernsong, grey and white)

Lionkit/paw/claw (Lionblaze, still a fluffy golden tabby), is a strong fighter and the definition of beauty. It was no surprise that he had flings across the borders sometimes. He’s bad at making good choices, and is grateful that Emberheart acts as his brains sometimes. He is the surrogate father of Smokepelt and Emberstar’s kits.

Ashfur doesn’t betray anyone, never had a thing with Squirrel and he dies when he helps Maple and Squirrel save the three in the fire.

Brambleclaw (Reddish-brown tabby) never takes up the position of deputy, Hornetfur (Brackenfur), becomes deputy instead. Bramble gravitates towards an uncle role with Maplecloud’s kits, and is saddened to learn that his attempts towards having kits with Squirrelstorm (Squirrelflight, ticked red tabby, no white) are failing (He’s infertile, they have a loner surrogate around the time of TFA).

Alderkit/paw/pelt (Alderheart, brown tabby with a little white) takes interest in med. cat duties, and succeeds Maplecloud.

Gingerkit/paw/pelt (Sparkpelt, predominantly red torbie with white paws) looks a lot like her grandfather, very excitable.

Pigeonkit/paw/whisker (Dovewing, Gray with odd eyes, deaf and blind on the blue eyed half of her face), has good senses, but ultimately wasn’t meant for he life of a warrior, she becomes a kittypet and still lives near the lake. Foxstorm was her mentor. Her sister visits her occasionally.

Silverkit/paw/claw (Ivypool, silvery gray tabby), was Emberstar’s apprentice when she was a warrior. She’s a good fighter, though at a young age she was often bitter that her sister seemed to get more attention. Emberheart helped her realize her own strength, and she became deputy under Emberstar.

Riverclan

Riverclan was too ignored for me to change much sadly. I still had a few things:

Mothface (Mothwing, golden lynx point) is very close to Maplecloud :) Many jokes are made that Lionclaw looks like her :) ;) Her brother Kitefang (Hawkfrost, brown lynx point) used her to gain power, the two were close and she never hated him after his body and plans were discovered. She doesn’t believe in Starclan still, and is respected. Miststar (Mistystar, ticked gray tabby, Russian Blue green eyes) covers for her lack of belief, and knows she’s valid and a good med. cat.

Riverclan doesn’t let Darktail mess with them, Miststar isn’t leader for long, but still is the oldest living one for a while. Rookstar (Reedwhisker, has green eyes now) succeeds her and his deputy is Minnowtail.

(Also in case my vague smilies are too... vague, Mothface is the mother of the three and loves her children very much despite not seeing them often)

#I don't feel like tagging this...#If you have any questions/I made mistakes don't be afraid to say something.

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pocketfullaflowers · 4 years

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No Matter What

Chapter two is here! I didn’t expect to return to this, but this chapter basically wrote itself. In this chapter we see what the other cats were doing during chapter one, and meet our poor Munk.

You can read chapter one here! And chapter two is available here, or below the cut!

Munkustrap slept when he could. It was his job, as protector of the tribe, to be well rested and alert when on duty. Recently though, he found it nearly impossible to sleep. He’d crawl into his den and lie awake for hours until it was time for his next patrol. Even Jennyanydots and Jellylorum had mentioned how exhausted he looked most days. The two queens had whipped up a tea that he would drink in the evenings to relax and doze, but that only did so much. This time of year was hard for him, the memories of the past tormented him in his dreams and followed him throughout the day.

A cold shiver ran down Munkustrap’s spine and woke him from his fitful sleep. He squinted at the inky blackness of his den and frowned. It was hours before he was due for duty, and he knew sleep would evade him if he tried to chase it. Perhaps a walk would calm his nerves.

He silently padded outside, careful not to wake any of the other cats sleeping. A chill had settled in the air, and marked the beginning of the cold months. He shivered. The moon was bright tonight, and a cool wind blew withered leaves around the junkyard. It had been a night just like this, nearly two years ago, when the tribe had split. It had been a hard summer that year, there would not have been enough food to last the winter, and the pollicles had been relentless in their attacks. Their only option was to see if their humans would take in more strays that winter or starve. His brother, Macavity, had disagreed. He believed that they could have more than enough food if they stole from surrounding tribes. Their father had refused to wage war against other cats leading to many fights between the two. In the end the tribe was split, and those that agreed with Macavity left with him, never to be heard of again. Deuteronomy lost his mate and a son that day, and the whole tribe felt the loss of the families that they would be leaving behind. Munkustrap was not a cat that left the junkyard often, his duty as protector tethered him to the tribe, but when he did he asked for news of the other jellicles. No cats that he asked knew anything, it was as though the other tribe had disappeared into thin air.

His heart clenched as he gazed at the moon. That day he had lost his brother, his mother, and the only cat he had ever loved. Demeter. She had been beautiful, a graceful golden tortie. As kits they had been best friends, inseparable. She had a dry wit, and a sense of humor that shocked even him sometimes. He had thought about asking her to dance the mating dance with him at the jellicle ball, the year they came of age. He had imagined asking her to be his mate, imagined that maybe one day they would have kits of their own, a silver and gold litter. But he had been a coward, and before he could muster the courage to ask, she had already decided to dance with Macavity. It was not long after that that she stopped talking to him, talking to anyone really. She only had eyes for Macavity, and when he left, she left with him.

“Demeter…” Munkustrap whispered into the cool night air, “Are you looking at the same moon?”

A cackle ahead of him made him jump and startled him out of his thoughts. Munkustrap sighed and rolled his eyes, that sound could only come from two kittens he knew, and if they were in the junkyard, then trouble was sure to follow.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were new additions to the tribe. Skimble had found them, abandoned, at a train station. They had quickly grown into trouble-makers, and were responsible for plenty of the grey hairs in his coat. The two often left the junkyard for long periods of time. They would never tell where they were going, or what they had been doing, and would distract from any questioning by getting into even more trouble. They were useful, though, and often knew information that Munkustrap didn’t, though he had to go to be inventive with how he got it.

He walked until he found where Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were holding an audience in front of the other kittens of the tribe. The twins were secretive with adults, but loved to regale the kittens of the tribe with their stories, as long as they swore to never tell. Munkustrap had found their secret hideout months ago, and the information that he gained from eavesdropping had proven invaluable to the tribe. He shuddered to think what the twins would say if they knew how much he depended on them, their egos were big enough as it was. He sighed and crouched down in the shadows, resolving to listen for as long as their story seemed useful.

Victoria, Etcetera, Electra, Pouncival, and Tumblebrutus sat around the two rambunctious kittens as they told them a story.

“-Swear to the Everlasting Cat! He snapped him in half!” Mungojerrie was saying.

Rumpleteazer cuffed him, “He didn’t snap him in half! Tell the story right, he pulled his arms and legs off, one by one!” The kittens flattened their ears, Victoria looked like she might faint.

“Oh alright, he pulled off his arms and legs and then snapped him in half!”

“And then what did he do?!” Pouncival cried, shaking in excitement.

Mungojerrie crouched down so he was eye level with the kittens and whispered, “Then he took him outside and burned him alive!”

Rumpleteazer cuffed him again, “He wasn’t alive by that point! You can’t be burned alive after your arms and legs have been pulled off and you’ve been snapped in half.”

“Fine!” Mungojerrie grumbled, “He burned him dead! And then he danced on his ashes!”

“He didn’t dance, Jerrie! That cat’s never danced a day in his life! He probably had a pollicle lick them up!”

“Or made one of his prisoners sweep it away, one speck at a time!”

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer jumped up and Electra yelped, “Or maybe he sprinkled it on kitten food, and waited for a poor Jellicle to come and gobble it up!”

The two cats cackled again and did a small jig, obviously proud of themselves. Victoria and Electra looked like they might be sick while Etcetera and Tumblebrutus clung to one another. Pouncival was the only one who looked like he was enjoying the story, his eyes were wide as saucers and his tail flicked from left to right. Munkustrap sighed, if he didn’t put a stop to this soon, the kittens were sure to have nightmares, and Jenny and Jelly would never let him hear the end of it. He was curious about who they could be talking about. It was likely that the two were making the story up, but if they weren’t it would be dangerous for him not to know about a cat who could inspire such a story.

“B-But why would he do that?” Electra asked.

The twins glanced at each other and grinned, “Well why else, my dear girl?” Mungojerrie asked as he draped himself over the kit.

“A queen, as always.” Teazer sighed as she ran a hand over Victoria’s fur. Victoria blushed while the other kits leaned in, interested by this new information.

“He has a queen?” Tumble asked.

“Well of course he has a queen,” Jerrie said, flicking Tumble’s nose, “He has many queens under his control, but only one is his mate.”

“High in her tower, his mate waits. Her beauty is second to none, so she has many admirers. He’s incredibly jealous, so if anyone so much as looks at her he kills them.” Teazer said.

“How romantic.” Etcetera sighed and pretended to swoon onto Tumble, who looked confused to suddenly have the kit in his arms.

“Romantic? You think that’s romantic? He kills people, Etcetera!” Pouncival said, throwing his arms up in disgust.

“Oh well I know, but it's the principle of it all.” Etcetera said.

“The principle?! What principle?!”

“Ahem!” Teazer and Jerrie crossed their arms.

“Oh right, sorry.” Etcetera grumbled.

“Queens, I tell ya,” Pounce nudged Tumble who grinned at his friend.

“As we were saying, his mate lives high in her tower, and rumor has it that she’s expecting a kit!” Teazer said and clasped her hands together.

“A kit?! Who would have a kit with him?!” Etcetera said.

“Well, rumor has it, it wasn’t exactly her choice.” Jerrie said.

“I’ve heard that she’s trying to escape!” Teazer added.

“Exactly, and she’ll have to do it soon!”

“Because if she has that kit with him…”

“And if that kit doesn’t live up to expectations…”

“He’ll kill them both!” The two shouted in unison and descended into maniacal laughter.

“Well that’s too cruel!” Electra shouted, “I thought you said he loved her.”

Jerrie clicked his tongue, “You will learn that love and hate are often bedfellows. And where there is love, there is possession, and where there is possession, there is obsession.”

“Goodness, Jerrie, you almost sounded smart!” Teazer giggled.

“Hey!” Jerrie swiped at her, “You know it’s true.”

Teazer nodded, “He loves and hates her as much as he loves and hates himself.”

Victoria wiped her wet eyes with a paw, and even Pouncival looked glum.

“So, what can she do?” Tumble asked.

“How should we know? This is Macavity we’re talking about. Chances are there’s no hope for her.”

The kit’s shouts of protest were drowned out by the sudden rushing in Munkustrap’s ears. Macavity?! Surely not Macavity. His brother was misguided, ignorant, and at times cruel but he wouldn’t do something like that. Macavity had always been different from the other cats in the tribe. He dreamed of a future that disagreed with the teachings of their father and of the Everlasting Cat. He had always seemed to Munkustrap to be larger than life, a dreamer of dreams, a liver of life. He could be uncaring and gruff at times, and Munkustrap couldn’t say he agreed with him on most things, but the same could be said about Tugger. For Macavity to be a murderer? To abuse a mate? That wasn’t possible.

A mate. Macavity had a mate, who was expecting a kit. Demeter?! Munkustrap couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t imagine Demeter, feisty, passionate, fearless, strong Demeter, as a captive. His stomach nearly rioted against him and he sucked in deep, agonizing breaths. He had to get away from here before he caused a scene. He ran on trembling legs to the highest spot in the junkyard, a tire that he and Demeter had often played on in their kittenhood. The moon seemed impossibly bright in the sky, so close he could almost touch it.

He reached out with a shaking paw, “Demeter… please be safe. I will find you.” He looked out over the junkyard, and saw the life he and Demeter had shared, tottering about as kittens, learning to dance, playing tricks on the tribe. He saw the life they could have had if he had just been braver, the two of them chasing little balls of fur, sharing exhausted but happy smiles before bed. Munkustrap shook his head, there was no time to be reminiscing. He would find her, and soon, no matter what.

Munkustrap did not fall back asleep that night.

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