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notwarriorswiki · 1 year

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"A wet WindClan cat? I never thought I'd see the day." "I've been brushing up. Did you see how I almost had that fish?" "I did! But you're gonna have to keep working. Remember I managed to snag a rabbit on the moor the last time we met up, so I'm winning." "Smirk all you want, but I'll be more excited to see your face when I finally do nab that sucker!" "Hehe, I look forward to it."

Skyheart and Pigeonflight because I'm still mad about Leopardstar's Honor.

More info under the cut, plus mini rant.

Skyheart is not a bully who almost kills Leopardfur, her being turned into that character after she was so excited to have a sister and be there for Leopardkit in Crookedstar's Promise is another piece in the failure that was Leopardstar's Honor.

Anyway, to maintain Leopardstar being the spoiled and doted on RiverClan child after her mother dies, she's very close with her adoptive littermates Skyheart and Blackclaw. This was a bustling time for RiverClan, with many apprentices and even more kits on the way. Leopardfur and Skyheart often competed for the leader position in their games as kits, and saw each other as friendly rivals when little.

Skyheart is an adventurous and daring cat, and that bold nature led her to dabbling with a WindClan cat, and falling in love. Even though it was against the code, they continued to do so, and Skyheart fell pregnant with kits. Leopardfur picked up on this and questioned who the father was, Skyheart refusing to say - much to the surprise of Leopardfur. After all, they told each other everything. At this time Blackclaw and Mistyfoot were flirting, Skyheart was expecting - Leopardfur threw herself more into her duties as she saw not interested in romance or having kits. Nothing against those who did, but that just wasn't where her aspirations lay. Unlike Skyheart who began to focus on other things, Leopardfur never stopped dreaming of being leader, and she was spoiled and readied to be just that. Even as an adult she was sought after and praised, her RiverClan family providing her endless love. She was spoiled, but she really did love her clan and want to do her best for them.

However, Skyheart would disappear in the night, and the loyal Leopardfur was beginning to get suspicious. She followed Skyheart one night and discovered the truth, enraged that her clanmate would do such a thing. The bold Skyheart told Leopardfur to back off and mind her business, but Leopardfur threatened to expose Skyheart to Crookedstar unless she ended things with Pigeonflight. The two adoptive sisters screamed and argued, but eventually Skyheart settled down with a sigh, and agreed.

Too bad she lied.

Leopardfur had thought all was well until she caught Skyheart sneaking out again a different night. As the two began to argue again though, Skyheart would feel contractions, and realize her kits were coming. Much to Leopardfur's horror, her dear friend was giving birth, and Leopardfur didn't know the first thing about herbs. She didn't want to leave her friend alone to go back to camp, but she also didn't know how to handle this. Seeing the squabbling bundles of fur, Leopardfur panicked, especially when Skyheart didn't stop bleeding...

Skyheart died giving birth to those half-clan kits. The smell of blood was putrid, and led the searching Pigeonflight right to them. He was horrified to see his mate having died giving birth to his kits, crumbling before her as he tried to comfort the two little ones, but could barely even comfort himself. Alas in the haze of grief and shock, Leopardfur would simply stare as Pigeonflight sadly took the two kits back to WindClan.

When RiverClan learned this they were horrified. There were mixed feelings grieving Skyheart, but Leopardfur and Blackclaw were much the same in their sentiments - it was the fault of that WindClan cat that Skyheart got mixed up in this. Those half-clan kits killed her, a curse from StarClan and a punishment on her life. This was one of the pivotal moments of disgust Leopardfur would have for half-clan cats, and furthermore cats outside of her beloved RiverClan.

#skyheart #pigeonflight #warrior cats #art #po12 #rewrite #au #leopardstar #blackclaw #mistystar #thrushwing #stoneclaw

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talonslockau · 5 months

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 54

< Chapter 53 || Index || Chapter 55 >

The rain was starting to fall as Ravenspirit led them into an overgrown field that clearly hadn’t been touched by Twolegs in moons, if not seasons. In one messy corner, surrounded by brambles and nettles, a half-destroyed wooden Twoleg nest was precariously leaning. Several pieces had fallen out, or broken in half, and the roof had partially collapsed. It looked just as the former Thunderclanner had promised.

“Are you sure it’s safe in the storm?” Tallstar asked doubtfully as he stared up at it.

“It’s weathered several harsh storms since I’ve been here without changing.” The black loner replied as he waved them over to the entrance, wide and gaping now that the large door had fallen to the ground. “Besides, the mice love it. Every time I’m in here, I kill one and two more appear!”

Fireheart purred warmly at the thought. It must be nice to have such a feast at your clawtips, though he knew that it was only because of the Twolegs that any of this was here at all. “Sounds like we have some work to do, then!” He replied as he strode confidently into the nest, hoping that it would show the Windclanners they had nothing to fear.

The inside fared little better than the outside. The ground was covered in loose piles of dried grass, though some new growth was beginning to poke its way up through the debris. Moss and mushrooms grew on the walls inside, and a few holes in the roof allowed a steady trickle of water inside. Still, he could tell Ravenspirit was right; all around him he could hear the scurrying of little feet, and from the look on the Windclanner’s faces, they were hearing the same.

Tallstar was doing his best not to salivate as he looked around. “This will be alright for the time being.” He admitted slowly. “The queens and elders will stay here for now. Deadfoot-?”

“Right away, Tallstar.” The deputy mewed, turning and beginning to assign sections of the barn to patrols. The cats bounded away eagerly, any trepidation at being in a Twoleg nest gone at the thought of finally sating their hunger.

Ravenspirit purred at the sight. “Maybe now we’ll be able to get this part of the farm under control!” He exclaimed before turning to the remaining cats. “I’m going to go fetch Barley. He’ll be pleased to hear the news that Windclan is returning home!” With that, the loner departed, leaving the Thunderclanners alone with Tallstar.

“A good fellow.” The Windclan leader commented. “I can see now why you vouched for him.”

“He’s a good cat. He understands our way of life, and respects it - and Starclan.” Fireheart mewed quickly. “I’m sure if he had the chance, he would have fought like a warrior alongside us to drive Brokentail out.”

“As would we.” Tallstar replied as he watched his warriors hunting in the fallen grass. “It will be nice to have Raven on our borders. A friendly face in these troubled times, as it were.”

The ginger tom nodded quietly. “Indeed.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Tallstar shook his pelt out. “So! Tell me, what else has transpired while Windclan has been gone? Do Bluestar and Crookedstar still lead?��

All three of them nodded. “Our dad, Quickflash, is Bluestar’s deputy now, and Leopardflame is now Crookedstar’s deputy.” Graystripe added as he sat down with a thump. “And… Yellowfang is our healer now, with her apprentice Dewpaw, our sister.” He looked down at his feet as he spoke of them. “Spottedleaf… Brokentail’s rogues killed her.”

“A healer?” Tallstar flattened his ears. “Despicable.” After a moment, he shook his head, trying to brighten up. “I do remember Quickflash being named deputy. I had wondered what his youth might mean for Thunderclan. I think now that if he is half the warrior his children are, it will mean a bright era for your Clan.”

All three of the Thunderclanners purred at that. “I’m sure he will be pleased to hear that, coming from you.” Peppermask mewed warmly as she nudged her brother. “We like to think he’s been doing well.”

“And what about you?” The Windclan leader asked, turning to Fireheart. “I have to say, your coat is… quite unusual, among the Clans. Who are your parents?”

The young warrior winced a bit at that. He could only imagine what Tallstar might think of him if he realized the tom had once been a kittypet. “I come from outside the Clans.” He admitted at last. “But I’ve been part of Thunderclan since I was six moons old.”

“And they are lucky to have you.” He was surprised at the warmth which Tallstar regarded him with. “Some of the finest cats I know weren’t Clanborn. There are those amongst the Clans that think being born in the forest is what makes a warrior, but I know better. Why, if it wasn’t for-”

He was interrupted by a loud cry behind them, and they turned to see Ravenspirit and Barley approaching, the rain running off their pelts as they came inside. “Tallstar.” Barley dipped his head respectfully to the other tom. “It’s good to see you again. I’m glad to hear you’re returning to the moors; it’s where Windclan belongs.”

“I agree.” The leader replied, dipping his head in greeting as well. “I must thank you and Raven here for your hospitality. Thanks to you, my Clan will be warm and fed tonight.”

The black and white loner twitched his ear at his companion’s name. “Of course, Tallstar. Anytime we can help the Clans, we will.” His lip curled into a smirk. “Though I have to say, you’re really doing us the favor. The mice here run rampant all over the farm, but we never have enough time or paws to catch them all!”

“So Raven said.” The Windclanner replied, his whiskers twitching in mild amusement. They looked on at the freshkill pile the warriors were assembling before them as they caught mouse after mouse underneath the grass. “Still, we’ll be out of your fur when the morning comes. We have our own camp to return to.”

“Of course.” Barley dipped his head smoothly in acknowledgement. “Would you mind if I lend your warriors a paw? I haven’t caught my own dinner yet tonight.”

“Of course not! It’s your farm, after all.” Tallstar responded as he got up and stretched out. “In fact… I believe it would do me some good to hunt as well. My paws have spent enough time idle.”

Fireheart copied him before springing forward. “I think I’ll join you.” He replied smoothly, flicking his tail for the two Thunderclan siblings and Raven to join him. They did so readily, and soon all six of them were hunting mice with the rest of Windclan.

By the time they were done, there was enough for all of Windclan to have two mice, even the kits. The Twoleg nest had been emptied of the little rodents, thanks to the keen hunting of the warriors, apprentices and loners, and so the Clan had filtered throughout the barn to find warm places to eat and sleep. The wind blew showers of rain through the entrance, and the holes in the walls allowed chilly drafts to seep through, but the place was big enough that the Windclanners were able to find places to sleep all the same.

Greystripe sat back on his haunches with a groan, having eaten two whole mice himself and stolen some of his sister’s. “I’m stuffed!” He moaned to the others.

“Good! It means you did your job.” Barley purred as he stood up. “Well, I’d best be off. Plenty more mice to catch.”

Tallstar nodded respectfully to the tom. “May Starclan light your path.”

“And yours.” The loner responded over his shoulder as he padded out into the rain, seemingly unbothered by it. There was a moment’s silence as they listened to the steady patter of the rain on the roof, watching it fall through the entrance.

“We can take the first watch, Tallstar.” Fireheart mewed as he stood and stretched, his own belly contentedly full. “Your warriors deserve the time to rest.”

The black and white tom regarded him with unblinking yellow eyes for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. “Thank you, Fireheart. I will tell Deadfoot that.” He sat up and began cleaning his white paws, which looked painfully swollen from all the travel. Fireheart supposed his own didn’t look much better.

He flicked his tail for his friends to follow him towards the entrance, where few dared to go due to the rain. Here, the storm would obscure their words from the rest of Windclan, and they would be able to see the whole Clan clearly. They could talk without being disturbed.

Peppermask and Ravenspirit sat next to him as Graystripe tottered over, clearly unused to walking with such a full belly. “We’ll be undisturbed here.” The ginger tom mewed to them as he bushed his fur up against the cold. “We should be able to talk freely.”

“At last.” Ravenspirit murmured, sighing in relief. “There’s so much I couldn’t ask with Tallstar and Windclan listening in.”

“Agreed.” Fireheart replied, dipping his head. “It was so hard not saying your real name, too!”

“So what happened after I left?” Ravenspirit asked with a tilt of his head. “Obviously you got the kits back, and drove out Brokentail… and Spottedleaf is dead, of course.” He closed his eyes slowly in grief. “But what of Goldenflower? And all of you, for that matter? You said Bluestar gave you your names?”

“She lived!” Peppermask purred in delight. “Dewpaw worked hard to save her. She’s still recovering, and her kits had to wean a bit early, but they’re all together and safe and sound.”

“A lot happened after you left.” Fireheart admitted as he leaned back on his haunches. “We went and found the Shadowclan elders, Yellowfang included. Then we waited until Bluestar sent out the battle patrol for the kits - Peppermask was there, as well.”

“That’s right. Lionheart, Whitestorm, Sandstorm, Tinyfrost and I.” Peppermask added in quickly. “We invaded Shadowclan camp, and Fireheart himself was the one to drive off Brokentail!”

Ravenspirit gasped in shock. “That’s incredible, Fireheart! Brokentail was one of the strongest cats in the Clans. Stronger than my father, even.” He sighed as he mentioned the dark tabby, glancing out into the rain.

“I didn’t really do much.” The ginger tom admitted. “It was a group effort. We’ll have to tell you the whole story someday.”

“Then we returned to Thunderclan with the kits and Yellowfang.” Graystripe added, excitement overwhelming his bellyache. “And Bluestar gave us our warrior names!”

“She gave all of us our warrior names.” Fireheart added, looking to the black loner beside them earnestly. “Fireheart, Graystripe, and Ravenspirit.”

There was a heavy silence in the air. “So they really do think I’m dead, then.” Ravenspirit mewed as he gazed out at the storm.

Fireheart perked his ears in confusion. “How’d you know that? We hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

“It’s his name.” Peppermask mewed quickly, glancing at the former Thunderclanner as she did so. “The name -spirit is reserved for those who died too soon. Apprentices, usually, but I’ve heard of leaders sometimes giving it to kits as well. It’s in honor of the first apprentice to die, Brightspirit, and how she was taken from us too soon.” The gray tabby bowed her head mournfully at the mention of the lost Starclanner.

“The Clan elders are responsible for keeping the tales of each who died before their time, so that they will never be forgotten.” Ravenspirit added solemnly as he watched the rain fall. “Do I have one, then?” He asked as he finally looked back at them.

“You do.” Graystripe answered readily. Fireheart blinked in surprise; he hadn’t talked to the elders that much since the battle, and so he hadn’t known. “Your tale is one of bravery and sacrifice, saving us from Brokentail’s cruel claws.”

Ravenspirit nodded halfheartedly. “That… That’s good, I guess.” He mewed at last.

“You seem troubled.” Peppermask said softly as she gazed at the loner with wide, earnest eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed and looked back at the storm outside. “I don’t deserve it.” He finally admitted. “I ran away when the Clan needed me most. I was a coward.”

“Nonsense!” Fireheart interjected, nudging his friend with his shoulder. “Bluestar herself said you would have gotten your name if Brokentail hadn’t attacked. Even if you hadn’t run away, you would still be a warrior.”

“But I did. Would she still think the same of me if she knew I was alive?” The black tom pointed out as he turned to look at his friend. “What if she knew I was a loner now? That I turned away from the Clans and the code?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Peppermask refuted him gently, though her tail tip was lashing. “You would have died if you stayed, Ravenspirit. At least with you safe here, we have a chance to figure out a plan to fight back against Tigerclaw.”

“If I may.” All four of them jumped at the sound of another voice. They had been so deep in conversation, they hadn’t noticed Tallstar’s approach.

“How much did you hear?” Fireheart asked him warily. If Tallstar knew- if he told the other Clans-

“Enough.” He replied simply, sitting down and wrapping his tail over his white paws. “Your secret is safe with me. I know better than to interfere with another Clan.” He glanced quickly at the other Thunderclanners, though if it was a jab at them he didn’t voice it any further. “But it would be wrong of me to sit idly by and listen to you wrestle with the same guilt I once did.”

The former group of apprentices glanced at each other uneasily. “What do you mean?” The ginger Thunderclanner finally asked cautiously.

Tallstar nodded towards his Clan, most of whom were beginning to fall into a peaceful sleep. “It was not easy for me to choose to leave the moors behind. Indeed, the warrior code says that we must fight to defend our Clan - with our life, if need be.” His eyes were troubled as he gazed over the slumbering warriors. “There are those who would call me a coward for choosing to flee rather than stay and fight.”

Tense silence filled the air. “But Brokentail and his rogues were strong. Even if I chose to stay and fight - even if we won - we would have lost many more lives that day. We certainly wouldn’t have been able to repel a second attack.” He closed his eyes mournfully, grieving the loss of his warriors. “If it makes me a coward, then so be it. But a wise warrior knows that they cannot win every battle. Sometimes, it is better to know when to cut your losses, so that you may strike faster and harder the second time.”

Fireheart glanced at Ravenspirit, whose brows were furrowed in thought. “I feel bad, though. For tricking Bluestar into believing I’m dead.”

The Windclan tom’s whiskers twitched in amusement at that. “Bluestar is one of the wisest cats I have had the privilege of meeting. She has seen much in her seasons as Thunderclan’s leader.” He glanced around at the other four cats as they squinted at him in confusion. “She has also seen many young, daring cats like yourselves in that time. She was once one herself. I suspect you may not have fooled her as well as you all think.”

Graystripe bristled at that. “You mean she knows that it was an act?”

He shrugged his black and white shoulders. “Perhaps. More likely, she realizes there is more to the story than what you told her. But she also trusts in her warriors to do what is right; a trust, I have noticed, that is rarely ill-founded.” He dipped his head to Ravenspirit. “Even so, she still chose to honor you and your life. She believes you earned your name, despite what else she may not know. Take heart in that.”

There was a long pause as the four of them considered that. “I think I understand. Thank you, Tallstar.”

He nodded, then stood and stretched. “In any case, I merely came over to tell you all that Deadfoot has arranged for your replacements at moonhigh. Pigeonflight and Wrenfeather will take the second watch.” He indicated each to them; a tabby with thick black stripes and a small brown molly that were curled up together, sleeping soundly.

“Wait!” Fireheart mewed quickly as the Windclan leader turned to leave. “Before you go, I- I had a question for you.” He looked to the others, who were staring at him curiously. “When you first saw me in the tunnel, you called me Jake. Why?”

The tom’s shoulders slumped as he slowly sat back down. “It is a long tale. One which happened many seasons ago, before I became leader.” He gazed wistfully out of the Twoleg nest, into the slowly weakening storm. “I was lost, blinded by my own pride and anger. Jake was a mere kittypet, but he was perhaps the greatest cat I have ever met. He taught me a great deal about the world outside of the Clans, and helped me find my way. I would not be leader of Windclan today without his help.”

Fireheart perked his ears in surprise. With how the other Clans had thus far treated kittypets, he hadn’t expected a leader to be so close to one. “What happened to him?”

Tallstar shrugged. “We parted ways; I became Windclan deputy, and he went back to his Twolegs. I have long wondered what happened to him, but he has never visited since.” He shook his head with a sigh. “His pelt was like a burning blaze across the moors, shining just as brightly in the sunlight. And his eyes - as green as the forest in late newleaf, like yours. You look… remarkably like him, but without the choker.”

“Maybe you two are related?” Graystripe suggested with a nudge to the tom beside him.

The ginger warrior shrugged. “Truthfully, I was also once a kittypet. But the thing about kittypets is that they don’t know their family beyond their littermates and mother.”

The Windclan leader nodded in understanding. He didn’t seem at all surprised by Fireheart’s admission. “Jake told me as such. It doesn’t matter, anyways. I can see you are your own cat, whether you are related to him or not.” Still, he could see the longing in the tom’s golden eyes, of a different time and different cat. “Your spirit burns brightly. Thunderclan is lucky to have a cat like you serving them.”

Fireheart dipped his head at the praise. “Thank you, Tallstar. I- I appreciate that.”

The Windclan leader stood and looked at the rest of them. “If that is all, I will take my leave now. I must be ready to lead the Clan home in the morning.” He glanced over to Ravenspirit as they all shook their heads. “And I will let the Clan know not to mention the loners that helped them to anyone else at the Gathering. To keep our pride, and all.”

Ravenspirit blinked and then nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Tallstar. It means more than you know.”

The tom flicked his tail farewell and trotted over to where Crowskip, the elder, was curled up in the dried grass, watching a leak from the roof splashing down. He lifted his head curiously as his leader arrived, and the two began chatting as Fireheart turned to the others.

“That takes care of one worry, at least.” Peppermask murmured to the rest. “We still haven’t figured out how to take care of Tigerclaw, but we have a new ally now. Yellowfang.”

The black loner perked his ears curiously. “Yes, you mentioned she had joined Thunderclan as the new healer. Which means Wetnose is Shadowclan’s only healer now?”

Fireheart chuffed at the mention of the Shadowclan tom. “Yes, he is. Though not a very good one, from what little I’ve heard.”

Ravenspirit twitched his whiskers mirthfully at that. “So I’ve been told. He can’t even cure his own cold!”

The group purred appreciatively at that. It was nice, to be able to lighten up after the long and weary journey that they had undertaken. Still, he was exhausted on his paws after all the traveling that they had done, and Ravenspirit seemed to notice as he swayed slightly on his feet. “Why don’t you guys get some sleep? I can take the watch on my own.”

Fireheart hesitated, glancing at the others. “Are you sure? I mean, we promised Tallstar we’d take watch.”

“It’s fine. I think he trusts me now, and you guys know I can keep watch fine.” Fireheart nodded at that; Ravenspirit had always had keen eyesight and hearing as an apprentice. “Get some rest. You can sleep here, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“It would.” The ruddy tom admitted. It felt strange to be intermingling with Windclan, anyhow. “Thank you, Ravenspirit.” He murmured as he found a soft spot of dried grass to curl up in, Graystripe and Peppermask laying down next to him. He closed his eyes as the black tom nodded and turned to stand watch, the light splashing of the rain and the warmth of the others quickly lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

#talonslock #warrior cats #wc #fanfic #the prophecies begin #thunderclan #windclan #fireheart #tallstar #ravenspirit #graystripe #peppermask #deadfoot #barley #pigeonflight #wrenfeather #crowslip #talonslock story

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gingerakao · 27 days

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Hickorynose-Meadowslip family tree

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#warrior cats #warriors #hickorynose #meadowslip #pigeonflight #sorrelshine #deadfoot #windclan #my art #genetically accurate warrior cats #cat genetics

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warriors-rewritten-chaos · 9 months

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Misc Rewrite Character Fun Facts Part 1

1. Blackstar and his littermates are younger in this rewrite, having finished growing up under Brokenstar’s deputyship. This makes Blackstar’s susceptibility to being influenced by strong figures and being a Tigerstar Apologist make more sense (at least to me) because he has literally never known any better.

2. Onestar was named Onekit by his mother because she struggled a lot while conceiving, and he was her only kit who was successfully born. So she named him that as a form of celebration.

3. Similar to his prefix’s animal namesake, Pigeonflight isn't a particularly clever cat

4. Darkstripe and Graystripe have the same sire despite being from different litters and their mother Willowmoon not having a confirmed mate for the time she was pregnant. No one but Willowmoon knows who they are, but the one thing that is for relative certain is they were a kittypet

5. Magpiefur always was a bit cantankerous, but after his mate Featherfoot died, he became reclusive and hostile towards everyone except for his daughter Ashfoot.

6. Heronflight’s paralysis was caused by an adder bite they received while scouting Sunningrocks.

7. Ashfoot got her suffix for her deceased mother Featherfoot, as that suffix was common among Featherfoot’s family.

8. Cedarpelt and his brother Marshcloud never had any idea that they were half-clan, believing like the rest of the Clan that they were the kits of their mother and a loner (though it was a miracle that no one realized… Marsh and Cedar aren't RiverClan names).

9. Tangleburr was one of Brokenstar’s biggest supporters despite having bullied him severely as a kit, to the point of enthusiastically killing her own mother Lizardstripe alongside him on his orders.

10. Deerfoot feels like Brokenstar’s psychopathic personality is his and Tangleburr’s fault since they bullied him so badly in the past. He viewed the suffering Brokenstar caused to be his and ShadowClan’s rightful punishment for their actions and thus did nothing to try to help his clanmates during that time.

11. Blizzardwing was born almost completely black with only a little white but he developed vitiligo and is now entirely white. He began getting flecks of white in his pelt around apprentice age, which is when he was renamed to Blizzardpaw because the flecks looked like snowflakes in his fur

12. Similarly to his mate Lizardstripe, Mudfoot didn't want kits. He begrudgingly took to raising their kits after she refused to interact with them once they became apprentices. He cared for Brokentail the least, seeing him as not being his responsibility or even as his son at all.

13. Flintfang was so distraught by his nephew and apprentice Badgerpaw’s tragic death that he refused to ever take another apprentice again, even after Brokenstar was removed from power.

14. “Clawface” is just a nickname granted to Duskface by cats from other Clans (and even in his own) for his horrifically scared appearance as a result of fighting many battles.

15. Mosspaw was Fritillarycloud’s apprentice who she was extremely close to, almost to the point of being his mother.

16. Cloudyspots’ constant cold-like symptoms are a combination of bad seasonal allergies and a very weak immune system

17. Brokenstar actually wanted to be a Medicine Cat when he was a kit

18. While Bouldercrush was forced to take a Warrior Name when he joined ShadowClan, he still predominantly goes by his old Coven name Boulder and most cats (even in the Clans) just call him that anyway.

19. While she was assigned to be Tawnypaw’s mentor, Willowmoon wasn't very kind to her, unable to see her as anything other than the near-lookalike kit of the cat that manipulated her eldest son to nearly kill her daughter and destroyed her family. She regrets this in the future but she dies before she can apologize to Tawnystar.

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warriorcatsideas · 1 year

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#pigeonflight #windclan #warriors #warrior cats #design #designs #warrior

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howls-wcdesigns · 2 months

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#pigeonflight #windclan #starclan #warrior cats #designs #tallstars revenge #leopardstars honor #redtails debt #onestars confession

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demigirlvioletshine · 10 months

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#Tallstar's Revenge #Leopardstar's Honor #Redtail's Debt #Onestar's Confession #pigeon #flight #pigeonflight #kit #apprentice #warrior #loner #wdc #sc #warrior cats

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exocynraku · 2 years

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deadfoots brother

#pigeonflight #warrior cats #wc #wc designs #ray wc designs

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leafpoolstanblog · 9 months

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WindClan-Y2-NL

Whitetail and Runningbrook become warriors.

Gorsepaw, Storkpaw, and Quailpaw are apprenticed to Ryestalk, Onewhisker, and Wrenflight.

Tallstar dies in a border dispute against ShadowClan. Ryestar becomes leader in his place, and elects Pigeonflight to step into the deputy position.

Barkface dies from… something? Definitely something to do with ShadowClan. In an act of sympathy, and desperation to escape the ShadowClan that her son has created, Yellowfang volunteers to step in as medicine cat for the WindClan cats. They find this extremely suspicious, and she is treated as a willing prisoner, with a full understanding that she is to go home after she trains a WindClan cat.

Redclaw passes this season as well.

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stillreadingwarriors · 1 year

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Pigeonflight

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#warrior cats #my art #warriors #warrior cats designs #starclan #digital art #gray #white #patches #loner #windclan #pigeonflight

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dawnfinchh · 2 years

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meadowslip, hickorynose, and their kits: deadfoot, sorrelshine, and pigeonflight

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#i imagine meadowslip to be a bit of a kooky mom #meadowslip #hickorynose #deadfoot #sorrelshine #pigeonflight #warrior cats rewrite #amber.txt #picrew

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frostconebite · 2 years

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Some Crow family designs.

#my post #my art #Sorrelstripe and Pigeonflight are Deadfoots sibs btw #sorrelstripe #Pigeonflight #deadfoot #Ashfoot #Crowfeather #Hillkit #Downkit #Eagelkit #Hollyleaf #Designing characters with bird and plant names are my fav to do #I dont post my art much because I know I'll start valuing likes and reposts more than how good it is #but i also lile cats so #these are also a few months old. my art on the app i use looks a lot better because when i drew these #i was just figuring out how to draw digitally

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 55

< Chapter 54 || Index || Chapter 56 >

He woke as the first rays of morning began filtering through the cracks in the Twoleg nest. Ravenspirit had left after waking Wrenfeather and Pigeonflight: They now sat stiffly in the wide entrance, watching as the Clan began to stir. Fireheart sat up, looking past them to see that the storm had passed in the night and left a clear sky behind. It was good that they wouldn’t have to travel through the rain, though the air held a chill that it hadn’t the day before.

Peppermask and Graystripe roused beside him. “Morning already?” Graystripe mumbled, sitting up with bleary yellow eyes. “I guess that means we’ll be leaving soon.”

“We could be home tonight.” Peppermask murmured beside him as she stood and stretched out. “Sleeping in our own nests for a change!”

Fireheart perked up at the thought. It was true; even if the journey to Windclan’s camp took all day, they would still be able to travel through the night back home. It felt like they had been gone for almost a moon now, though he knew in his heart it had only been a few days. “Hopefully Quickflash won’t immediately put you two on the dawn patrol.” He teased, flicking the sleepy gray tom with his tail.

Graystripe moaned at the thought. “He better not! I’d like to sleep in for a change.” Still, he straightened up, slightly more awake now. “Do you think there’s any mice left over from last night?” He wondered as he gazed around.

“I think you ate most of it yesterday!” The flame-colored warrior joked as he stood up. There was still a small pile, which Deadfoot was doling out to the rest of the Clan. “We should probably just share one. We ate plenty last night; we don’t need to eat much more.”

“Speak for yourself.” The other tom grumbled. Still, he trotted over to gingerly take one from the pile. The Windclan deputy didn’t intervene as he brought it back over. It was rather small for three cats to share, but they didn’t complain as they dug in.

Fireheart sat up and cleaned his whiskers once he was finished, savoring every last morsel. They wouldn’t get to eat more until they returned home. He sat comfortably in the dried grass, watching as Windclan began to gather themselves. They looked better today, now that they had had time to rest and good food to eat, but they were still exhausted and worn out from the long journey and the hard season they had endured. The rest of the trek back to Windclan territory would still be arduous for them.

They began to congregate at the entrance of the Twoleg nest, Tallstar standing tall in the morning light. He looked strong, Fireheart noted with pleasure; as proud and regal as the other leaders had been. He was ready to face whatever challenges awaited Windclan today.

Finally, the sleek black and white tom turned to the three Thunderclanners. “It’s time for us to set off.” He told them, flicking his tail towards Windclan territory. “Fireheart, Graystripe, why don’t you two scout ahead? You seem somewhat familiar with this area.” He nodded towards the now barren fields that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

“Right away, Tallstar.” The ruddy Thunderclan tom mewed, beckoning his friend to follow him. They raced away, scenting at the air for any hidden dangers. The Twolegs were finally out, apparently surveying their territory, but they could be seen coming from far away, and with the two toms alternating reporting back Windclan avoided them easily.

By sunhigh, they had reached the dirt path that separated Barley and Ravenspirit’s farm from Windclan territory. The two Thunderclan warriors waited at the top of the slope, watching for any Monsters that dared to come by, but thankfully none dared approach as the Windclan procession made its way up the hill into the grasslands beyond.

The wind rustled through the tall grass, bringing with it the sweet scent of heather. Many of the Windclanners lifted their heads and took a deep breath, smiles creeping to their faces even as the wind buffeted against them. Their tails lifted, some intertwining with their mates and their kin.

With a flick of Tallstar’s tail, the Clan took off swiftly, their aches and pains soothed by the familiar territory. Even Crowskip, the elder, was moving faster, nearly as fast as Fireheart and Graystripe could run. They wordlessly fell back towards the end of the patrol where Peppermask was, grinning to each other. They had done what had seemed impossible; Windclan was home at last!

They followed a narrow rabbit trail through the sedge and grasses. Fireheart had no idea how they seemed to find these natural paths so easily and effortlessly, but he supposed that was the benefit of living on the moors for so long. The land rose and fell, almost imperceptibly, but all the cats took it in stride as they streamed across the moors towards their home.

At last, they paused at a rocky outcropping, tall and thin rocks stretching up towards the clouds around them. “Rabbitrocks.” Deadfoot murmured near him. “I never thought I’d see them again.”

The ginger warrior took a closer look at them. The stones around them looked a bit like rabbit ears, he supposed; perhaps that was where they’d gotten their name.

From here, they had a clear vantage point over the moors, and he could see the gorse bushes that made up Windclan camp were not too far in the distance. All around him, the Windclanners’ eyes were sparkling as they recognized their home. Morningflower leaned down to her kits gathered around her and pointed it out with a paw, eliciting gasps of wonder.

Tallstar gestured for a group of warriors to approach. “Secure the camp. Make sure no unwanted intruders have moved in while we’ve been away.” They nodded and raced off, leaving the rest of the Clan to sit and catch their breath from the journey across the moors. Whitepaw and a few other apprentices giggled, launching into a rousing game of tag and bouncing around the rocks in excitement.

He tore his gaze away from them as the leader approached, his golden eyes shining in joy. “My Clan is grateful for all you have done.” He spoke to all three of the Thunderclanners. “You have shown yourselves as warriors worthy of Starclan’s blessing, and Windclan will never forget what you have done for us.”

Fireheart dipped his head respectfully. “Of course, Tallstar. We are glad we were able to accompany you.”

He flicked a black ear in acknowledgement of the Thunderclan tom’s words. “Now that Windclan has come home, it is time for you to return to yours. Deadfoot and Thrushwing will escort you to Fourtrees.” He gestured for the deputy and a tawny and gray warrior to step forward.

The ginger warrior glanced hesitantly towards his companions. Surely they didn’t need a warrior escort when they were just returning home?

Peppermask stepped forward with a graceful dip of her head. “Thank you, Tallstar. We are grateful for the aid navigating your territory.” The other two toms quickly murmured assent to her words.

“Think nothing of it.” The black and white tom mewed with a purr. “All three of you have served Windclan well. Tell Bluestar that Windclan will not forget it was Thunderclan who brought them home.”

Deadfoot began padding towards Fourtrees as soon as they said their goodbyes, waving his tail for them to follow. He led them through a worn path in the sedge bushes, walking carefully but purposefully. Fireheart hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the deputy walk until now, but he was surprised to see that despite his twisted leg the tom moved just as swiftly and smoothly as the rest of his Clan.

“I hope Pebblestrike and Cloudjump can see us now.” The molly mewed from behind the three Thunderclanners as they walked. He glanced behind him to see her gaze wistfully looking up to the sky. There were no stars yet, as the sun was still blazing brightly in the sky, but that didn’t seem to bother her. “They didn’t sacrifice their lives for nothing.”

The deputy tilted his head slightly, a small frown on his face. “Yes.” Deadfoot agreed, not elaborating further as he turned his attention back to where they were going.

Fireheart could sense the tension in the air as they walked, his fur prickling despite himself. Still, he didn’t see any reason to interrupt or mediate; this wasn’t his Clan or his argument to intervene in.

They walked silently, their pace slower than the race to Rabbitrocks but swift all the same. The ruddy tom appreciated it; though he didn’t complain, his muscles fiercely protested having to move at all. He couldn’t wait to sink into his nice, soft nest next to Graystripe, and sleep until the sun rose the next morning.

The sun lowered further and further behind them, until it was nearly touching the horizon. He was just beginning to wonder if they would reach Fourtrees before sunset when he saw the branches of the towering oaks in the sky in front of them. Deadfoot’s pace quickened slightly, evidently eager to get rid of his charges.

At last they reached the slope up to the hollow, and the black tom turned to face them. “I trust you can find your way home from here?” He mewed, his nose wrinkling against the Shadowclan scent that still lingered in the air.

All three of them nodded quickly in assent. “Good.” The deputy mewed, turning to the other Windclanner. “Let us mark the Shadowclan border on our way home. Regardless of who leads now, they must know that they are no longer welcome on our moors.”

The Thunderclanners waved their tails in farewell as they trudged up the slope, turning for a moment to watch the two Windclanners leave. “It’s finally over.” Peppermask mewed softly as she looked on. “For all his bluster, Brokentail failed.”

Fireheart nodded. “Quite miserably, too.” He added with a small grin to Graystripe. “‘Don’t waste my time, apprentice!’” He growled in an admittedly poor imitation of the former Shadowclan leader, the other tom chuffing in amusement.

“Come on, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can sleep!” Graystripe mewed, bounding across the slope of Fourtrees with renewed energy. Fireheart and Peppermask followed quickly, the thought of sinking into their mossy nest filling them with new vigor. They might even return before moonhigh, at this rate!

It took no time for them to cross the grassy clearing and up the slope to Riverclan territory. The water sparkled orange in the setting sun, but the depths beneath the surface were a deep crimson red. The fur along his spine prickled uncomfortably at the sight, too much like the blood that had been spilled in Windclan’s camp. Still, he tried not to let it get to him as he chased Graystripe down the slope to the large fallen tree that joined each bank of the river.

“Hurry up, slowpoke!” He yowled as the gray warrior hopped up and began crossing. “Do you want to get home or not?”

“Why don’t you hurry up, then?” The other tom teased as he began walking across. “Seems to me you’re the one slowing us down!”

“Why, you!” Fireheart growled, jumping up on the tree to follow the tom. He ignored the water below him as he hurried towards Graystripe, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ll show you slow-”

A sudden gust of wind rushed past them, stealing away his words and throwing him off balance. He instinctively flexed out his claws, but before they could find purchase in the wood, he felt the tree shift below both of them. Before he could even cry out, the log rolled over, sending both warriors plunging into the depths below.

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