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Grandfather's Ghost (short story)
“So, medicine cat, eh?” Redjay settled beside his grandson, who had snuck out of the nursery and kept to the shadows of the camp wall to avoid being shooed back in or be seen talking to air.
Myrtlekit nodded enthusiastically. He had told Hickoryskip his decision earlier that day, and guessed that either Redjay or another of his family had seen the discussion. “A good choice, right?”
Redjay made a doubtful grunt. “Are you sure it’s the path for you? You have a bloodlust in you, little one, battles are a good way to quench the thirst.”
“But it’s so mindless,” Myrtlekit responded, pulling his mouth to one side. “Slashing around is fun, but it’ll get boring in time, right? And what am I gonna do when there’s no war for moons?”
His grandfather grinned, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Aw, so mind games has piqued your interest, has it?” His smile dropped. “But you’ll have to target the weak, and you’re better than that. Stronger than that.”
Anger clawed Myrtlekit’s chest. “I’m no coward! If they’re not weak, I’ll make them weak, then I’ll make them all beg for mercy and give them none!”
Redjay’s eyes sparked. A ring of energy seemed to shoot through his body, lifting his fur in enthusiasm. “Oh, the fire in you, my little one!” He tilted his head, so far it almost looked like the bones inside had split apart. “I suppose I do see the benefits. Herbs and poison right by your paws, to be used at your disposal…”
“Trusted by my Clanmates and leader,” Myrtlekit added, remembering Bella-May’s advice.
“StarClan won’t rat on you, because you’ll be their messenger.” Redjay’s grin was returning.
“Gorsedaisy will hate it.” Myrtlekit spat the name. The elderly medicine cat had never liked him, and wasn’t shy on making her thoughts clear.
Redjay’s eyes darkened. “Indeed she will. The Clan knows she’s lost her petals. Ha! They’ll trust you more than her!” Redjay’s whole body shook. “I can just imagine what she’d say! ‘No! Please don’t let him become a medicine cat! He’s evil, I tell you! Evil!’”
Myrtlekit pressed his paw to his muzzle, stifling the laughter that threatened to choke him, his shoulders shaking as he struggled to breathe. The impression Redjay made was perfect. For a second, he thought that Gorsedaisy really had spoken. Sure, it was a little dramatic in its mockery, but the idea was still clear. “Do it again, do it again!” He prompted.
Redjay did so, though he had to control his own chuckles before he could speak again. “‘You’re all fools! Fools! I guess I’ll speak to you when you get to StarClan, because that’s where the lot of you will end up, mark my words!”
Myrtlekit burst out in a fit of open laughter, rolling onto his side until he gasped for air. “One more!”
“Myrtlekit, what are you doing out here?” Myrtlekit whipped around to face Grebeglade, his aunt, who had been on guard duty. “What’s got you so amused?”
Myrtlekit looked over his shoulder. Redjay’s spirit had already disappeared. “I saw a frog jump on a squirrel, and I thought it was really funny!”
Grebeglade looked around. Her whiskers twitched, and she blinked at him with warm amusement. “Must have been a dream. Go back to your mother, alright? You could freeze out here.”
“Okay, I will!” Myrtlekit told her, and bounded back to the nursery. His fur still buzzed as he settled in the nest beside Blacksong, and the smile remained on his face as he fell into the darkness of sleep.
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--Probably one of the cutest stories we'll ever see of Myrtlwing.
--I like to think that Redjay does his mimicry often for the amusement of the little ones.
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--Base found in this stash: FREE Warriors Lineart Pack 1 by LexisSketches on DeviantArt
#gorsedaisy#grebeglade#blacksong#she's a deep sleeper#myrtlewing#myrtlekit#redjay#redjay story#myrtlewing story#myrtlekit story#grebeglade story#dark tales#dark forest tales#wc dark tales#eye-out poly#eye-out family#eye-out story#wooden teeth family#wooden teeth story#sprouting thorns#pre-sprouting thorns
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Redjay: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.
(redjay belongs to
@residents-of-the-darkforest and
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All Together Now
Computer died and I forgot my charger at work, so posting this from my back-up blog on mobile. First post here, I think?
—Grebe once called Broken her little brother. They’re littermates, and he is the youngest. I imagine Broken was always very sensitive, and his sister was his protector.
—Though he cared nothing for Marblegaze, Redjay did love his kits deeply and was very involved in their lives (Black and Grey not included, he died before they were born).
—Lightstream put up a strong, confident front in front of his Clanmates, but alone with Redjay, he would confide and talk about things that worried him, his anxieties and insecurities. After Redjay was revealed and died, he kept to himself completely.
He is also gay, but never had the Realization until after he died and reunited with a tom friend.
—Swanmist was the first to suggest ending their bloodline, distraught at the pain it was still causing the family. Marblegaze had often failed to fight back in battles, not wanting to shed blood anymore, and got deeply hurt because of it.
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ref by Turukhan
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main blog btw is @residents-of-the-darkforest
#Turukhan#Ref by turukhan#Wooden teeth family#Eye-out family#Grebeglade#Brokenwhistle#Redjay#marblegaze#Lightstream#swanmist#Greydusk#Blacksong
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Day 3: Cardinals
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A Polyamory Collection Family Moodboard for @c0rrupt3dsp1r1t
#Doctor who#Dw edit#lina mcspringheel#rodageitmososa#the Redjay#the exile#Robin korey#jack mcspringheel#Roda x jack McSpringheel#Jack McSpringheel x Robin#my moodboards#Doctor queue
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“Shin Ryujin decide após seu término, fazer uma música para que ela se libertasse de toda sua raiva que sentia pelo seu ex-namorado, dizendo para ele fugir para bem longe dela.”
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(SMG4 TRIPLE THREAT AU) Eratica's Past - Universe: RedJay's quest (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1441534323-smg4-triple-threat-au-eratica%27s-past-universe?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Nathan6412 Figured i'd make this! it's a backstory of my most tragic villain in the SMG4 triple threat au! Eratica... who witnessed the more destructive side of what happens when memes come into the universe..
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Fawncry
Fawncry is the worst warrior of forestclan. As an apprentice, she failed 2 of her warrior assessments and finally passed after Fallenstar gave up hope on her. She sucks at hunting and is bad at fighting. The only thing she is good at is keeping her fur clean and gossiping. She is best friends with Whiskerwish and friends wifh Tigerstripe, highstrut, buckkick and Mahoganyrose. Her old friends, Rowanlark, redjay, and Sister, Pipetwing, have unfortunately died in the war, which has sort of humbled her in some way. She had learned better skills during the war and is now an... slightly below average fighter, but she still trains. She is aware of Tigerstripe, but she is so not into him. She has a big crush on Buckkick.
#Fawncry#Fawnpaw#Fawnkit#my art#warrior cats#wc art#own character#oc#forestclan#the main bully#bitch aaaa
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imagine if instead of bluejays and cardinals we had redjays and parishioners
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WIP of me and my friends!
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Blacksong's Check-up (short story)
“You’re wrecking my patients’ nest,” Gorsedaisy’s dry-crackled voice cut into Blacksong’s thoughts. The dusty-brown she-cat looked at her dark paws, noticing for the first time that she had shredded the moss and leaves that lined her nest to crumbling bits.
“Sorry,” she mumbled awkwardly. “Do you think…” She wondered if she should speak. She felt so isolated. Ever since she told her siblings she was pregnant, Swanmist refused to so much as speak to her. Lightstream and Brokenwhistle were more forgiving, but stuck to Swanmist more than they stuck to her. If they didn’t share his thoughts to the same extent, they stayed by his side to soothe him in his anger.
Meanwhile, Grebeglade refused to pick a side, and Marblegaze was fearful. She wasn’t angry, but she wasn’t happy, either. The only one in her family Blacksong felt wasn’t mad or disappointed in her was her littermate, Greydusk.
Blacksong wasn’t even sure where the father was. She was sure Buck wouldn’t leave her. She knew something must have happened to him, and she hated not knowing what or if he was safe. Part of her hated that she couldn’t tell him that he was to be a father before he was taken away, while the other part was grateful that he wouldn’t have to suffer the knowledge of being parted from his kits.
…She was going to introduce kits into the world, the world that right now felt so split apart. Her pregnancy certainly didn’t help with her emotions. One moment, she wanted to scream at Swanmist for being so petty, the next she fully believed he was right and that she was the worst sister in the world for breaking her promise of ending the bloodline.
She never even met Redjay! He had died before she was born!
But Gorsedaisy knew him. And she was a medicine cat. Perhaps hers was the best advice Blacksong could receive. “...Do you think I’m doing the right thing?”
Gorsedaisy lowered her paw from where she had been running it along Blacksong’s belly. She didn’t speak for a few heartbeats. “New warriors are always a good addition to the Clan,” she responded, but the words sounded forced.
“But other she-cats are having kits, too. And I promised my family, I agreed that we would never have kits on my life….But I never even met my father. Is it fair for them to be so angry? I said that I wouldn’t, but I was still young, and I don’t want to live in their grief,” Blacksong spoke semi-rapidly.
Gorsedaisy returned to checking her over. “There’s nothing that can be done now,” she replied simply.
Blacksong wished she could be more assuring, maybe actually talk. “Right. And, er, surely blood doesn’t make someone evil, right? I mean, I’m not evil, none of my brothers are and my sister’s not. But they act like I’m doing something wrong…I just want to be a mother.”
Gorsedaisy didn’t look at her. Her gaze was focused on Blacksong’s fur, but the queen noticed the stilled movements and the shadow that seemed to have entered the medicine den. “Your concern is good. You care for your kits already. As long as you attend to them, and keep them on the right path, and…and…You, uh, you should be alright.”
Blacksong narrowed her eyes inquizzically. Gorsedaisy didn’t seem to believe her own words. You’re being paranoid, Blacksong told herself. Her pregnancy was just fogging up her brain. “I do care for them. So, so much. I just wish that my brothers did, too.” Blacksong’s throat tightened. She shut her eyes tightlty, willing the strong emotions away.
“Have you thought up names?” Gorsedaisy asked.
Blacksong was thankful for the change in subject, now that she had gotten a good answer. She couldn’t help but wonder if that’s why Gorsedaisy had asked it, and was grateful for the distraction. “I think so. Ha, unless you have any suggestions?”
“Maybe Spotkit would suit them.”
“Why?” Was Gorsedaisy trying to guess the father? Worry dug into Blacksong’s stomach. Did she suspect the father was a loner?
“I just imagine one would be spotted. Or Red.”
Redjay…
Suddenly Blacksong didn’t want to be here anymore. “So am I good?”
Gorsedaisy looked at her, and only then seemed to realize that she had been checking her over. “Yes. Everything’s fine. Just get good rest and eat lots.”
“Okay, I will.” Blacksong stood up and left the den, but she couldn’t stop herself from glancing over her shoulder at the elderly medicine cat sitting completely still, staring at nothing at all.
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--Gorsedaisy changed the subject because she was uncomfortable, not for Blacksong.
--Blacksong having the same shape as Bella-May didn't make it into the dialogue, but I really like the idea! For some reason I thought that Gorsedaisy was guessing how the kits would look, hench the spotted and red comments.
#blacksong#eye-out family#wooden-teeth family#gorsedaisy#eye-out story#pre-sprouting thorns#gorsedaisy story#blacksong story#swanmist#lightstream#greydusk#redjay#marblegaze#grebeglade#brokenwhistle#dark tales#dark forest tales#warriors dark tales#living tales
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Redjay gets with Marble to seem like your Regular Average Family Man so obviously doesn’t feel anything for her
but then the kits come. He doesn’t really expect to love them—he doesn’t know if he wants to stick around for them or if he should.
And then they’re born and he’s like.
Shitfuck
It’s a love he never felt before. He only ever loved his barn family, but this was different, more powerful than any other emotion he ever felt. And knowing how dark cats in the world can be, he felt an overwhelming need to protect them.
Maybe even one of them was super sick for a brief time as a kit. And he’s freaking out and is also shocked at himself because he didn’t even KNOW he could feel fear at all.
It’s like Dexter with his son. Any light Redjay has in him exists in his kits. Redjay carries the darkness for them— at least he wishes he could.
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What Brings Him Back
Me: Okay, time to do some warm ups. Let’s keep it simple. Describe a field. That should be easy enough.
My brain: Make it Klance
Keith had learned a lot from his time traveling the universe. He had seen many things, met many people, and discovered many secrets that the universe had kept hidden away. They weren’t big secrets. Nothing universe shattering. Rather, small secrets. Inconsequential.
Secrets like the great mountain of Icamon, rumored to be the largest mountain in the Plaxium system, was actually no bigger than one of the sand dunes he used to climb during his time out in the desert. The people of the Plaxium system just turned out to be very small.
Secrets like the reason for the sweet scent of the Borunia, inhabitants of the planet Boruna. Although they were considered to be a vile, arrogant people, they were famous for their consistent smell of what Keith could only describe as the purest vanilla. In actuality, it wasn’t a natural scent at all. Instead, the smell came from the leaves of a plant they used to make their favorite dish. The Borunia had a strange ability to secrete scents of what they ingest, giving them their vanilla aroma.
Secrets like how no matter where he went, Keith only ever found one place he wanted to return to. It was a place that was always in his thoughts. He could be thousands of light years away and still the yearn to see grassy fields and clear blue skies would pull him back to Earth. It was like some tether was constantly tugging at his being, telling him to come home; telling him that something was waiting for him.
And so he would return. Always to the same place. A place where summer days were welcoming and winter nights were serene. A place that was ever-changing but remained the same. A place where the wind blew strong enough to lift the hair from his face, but not so strong as to disturb the peace; like the whole planet was sighing. A place where pinks, purples, and yellows danced among a sea of green, a kaleidoscope of colors that moved and swayed as if compelled by some beat Keith couldn’t hear.
He didn’t know why it was here he needed to return to. He didn’t know what was waiting for him. And each time he left, he felt like a part of him was staying behind to slumber amongst the flowers.
“Back again?” A voice said, light and airy. “It’s only been four months since your last visit.”
Keith looked over his shoulder, indigo eyes meeting deep blue ones. “Feels like a lot longer.”
Lance gave a crooked half-smile, wading through the grass for a few steps until he was standing next to Keith. He clasped both hands behind his back, rocking forward on his feet slightly. His gaze had turned outwards, eyes surveying the field with a sort of admiration that Keith couldn’t quite understand.
“She would be proud of you.” Keith said, finding that the words almost seemed to get stuck in his throat. They felt wrong. Like they didn’t belong in this place.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lance shaking his head, eyes shining brightly in the summer sun. “I don’t do this for her. At least not anymore.” Lance’s voice was still light, but there was a heaviness to his words. Not from sorrow. Not from regret. But rather a weight that carried an importance with it.
Keith found himself scrunching his face in confusion. “What? Why not?”
Lance gave a small shrug. “Found someone else to do it for.” He paused for a moment, blue eyes shifting to Keith. “Someone who can’t quite seem to stay away.”
Keith met his gaze, but said nothing. It seemed like Lance still had more to say.
“I can’t do space anymore. It’s...too big. The price out there is too high. I don’t want to pay it. Not again.” Lance let out a tired sigh, the lazy smile never leaving his face. “But growing something that will remind you of that price? Remind you of what there is to lose? It might sound silly, but it makes me feel like in some small way...I’m keeping you safe.”
Silence fell between the two, the wind seeming to pick up as it did. It tousled his hair, black strands being pulled back from his face, allowing him to see more clearly than he ever had before. And how blind he had been.
It had never been the field pulling him back to Earth. Not even once. Rather it had been tan skin and ocean blue eyes. It had been messy brown hair and soft, musical laughter. It had been the worry when he was gone and the relief when he came back.
And for as smart as Keith was, for all of the secrets he knew about the universe, he could hardly believe that one this massive had remained hidden from him for so long. He wanted to kick himself. He wanted to laugh at how stupid he had been. He wanted to grab his past self by the shoulders and shake some sense into him.
But he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he just said,
“I don’t think that’s silly at all.”
#Klance#voltron#vld#keith kogane#lance mcclain#just something short and sweet for ya to chew on#enjoy#Redjay Writes
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