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iamfabiloz · 2 years

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Goosefeather x sagewhisker t4t manlet and tall wife writing prmopt

Also how do you feel that i made out with someone in your comment section on the poly leafpool vid

YEAA I wrote hurt/comfort thingie of them sorry I went insane and passed out like five times writing this LOL

also I think that u and the romance arc u had in my comments section was beautiful 11/10 :)))/j polyam leafpool isn’t the bane of my existence not all alll/j /lh

anywayz cw for nightmares it’s a little spooky

Hulking, contorting creatures blotted Goosefeather’s view. They shrieked and hissed, writhing around in the pitch black sky. Before long, They slowly disappeared into the darkness, clunking heavy round paws against the floor. At every corner there was a strange, unfamiliar cat, acting out some sort of scenario. There was a ginger tom engulfed in flames, a scarlet soaked tabby with a stake through his heart, a badger looming over the bleeding body of dark gray she-cat, all things Goosefeather had no context for.

What did they all mean? How could he use any of this information for anything? Goosefeather turned away and ran hard, his paws skidding against the ground. Then he realized he wasn’t running on the ground at all. He was in a black void, images of events yet to come swirling around his feeble pelt. They crowded against his head, begging to be listened to. The noise boomed inside of the medicine cat’s skull, curling around his brain, and stabbing it agonizingly. Goosefeather howled in pain and terror, but when he swiped at the figures, his claws cut through their forms like mist. He couldn’t make them go away. He was powerless. He cupped his trembling paws over his ears, but the sounds slipped through the cracks. They sounded even more outraged. The noise reached a terrifying crescendo and Goosefeather screeched.

“STOP!”

Goosefeather’s eyes shot wide open and he wheezed out a shaking breath. The other medicine cats were still sound asleep, beside him. None of them looked to be having terrible dreams, they all looked completely at ease. It was only him. The ThunderClan healer sat up, his breaths coming in short bursts. Oh StarClan, why? Why are you doing this to me, specifically? Goosefeather wailed internally, knowing he would never get a reasonable response. I can’t do anything about my visions, what’s the point of sending them to me? Old anger bubbled beneath his pelt and he felt his fur begin to rise.

He squinted as he turned to the Moonstone, the bright light dazzling his bleary eyes. He imagined it collapsing into a pile of rubble, its glow fading and reducing the cave to pitch black darkness. Well not complete darkness, Goosefeather thought spitefully, staring up at the ceiling hole above. The stars glittered coldy in the cloudless night sky. Moonlight seeped through the opening, and down into the cramped cave. Even if the Moonstone was gone, StarClan would still find a way to slip a sign into his normal life. It had happened before.

They would always be watching him. He could never truly run from the star’s foul, vigilant gaze. Eyes would always prick his pelt, his paw steps would always have been foretold, and every hair on his pelt wasn’t his.

He was the heaven’s plaything.

Goosefeather wanted to implode in frustration. He wanted to march right up to whoever ran the rat-pit that was StarClan, and demand why he had been cursed. Why he had to live like this, drowning in visions, when every other healer only got a dose of it.

Why me? Why me? Why me?

Goosefeather tore at the floor beneath him, but there was nothing to shred, only cold, scuffed stone. His claws scraped painfully against rock as he rapidly flailed his arms, struggling to hold back his enraged hisses.

After he got tired of that, Goosefeather sank to the ground defeatedly. He wanted to go home and curl up in his nest, but he had to wait for his apprentice, Featherwhisker. The tom was sleeping a few tail lengths away from him, his young face peacefully still. A pang of jealousy jabbed at Goosefeather’s heart as he glared at his snoozing form.

Why cant I be like that? Why can’t I have normal dreams? He swallowed, trying to bury the feelings of envy towards his apprentice’s good fortune.

It’s not his fault, StarClan doesn’t hate him.

Goosefeather let out a hoarse sigh, and buried his face into his paws. His eyes watered and hot tears rolled down his cheeks, dampening the gray fur on his face. Little gutteral animal-like noises erupted from his mouth, and he pressed his paws over it, trying to keep quiet. He sobbed into his pads, his whole face contorting into an ugly cry. Eventually, the noises died down in volume, though his throat burned painfully from the outburst. He rubbed his paws at his face, trying to wipe away the tears and snot. I’m acting like such a fussy kit! He chided himself, though he kept on whimpering.

“Goose?” A low, confused voice sounded from his left side. Goosefeather looked up with a sniffle.

Sagewhisker, the ShadowClan medicine cat, was sitting up in her spot, her yellow eyes blinking as she adjusted to being awake. She was Goosefeather’s romantic partner, his mate. A tiny inkling of warmth stirred inside of Goosefeather’s belly. She stood up and padded over to him, her long limbs gracefully stepping around several of her slumbering companions. Her white fur glowed under the Moonstone’s light, making her look ghostly. Goosefeather shivered and tucked his paws beneath himself, blinking away the last of his tears.

Sagewhisker curled up next to him, reaching out a sleek white paw.

“Oh Goose, why are you awake? Did you have more visions?”

“Isn’t it obvious? When don’t I have more visions!” Goosefeather grunted, flicking his tail irritably. Sagewhisker was silent for a moment, her ears twitching in response to his abrasiveness. Her paw lingered uncertainly in the air. A wave of piercing shame ran through Goosefeather’s pelt.

“I-I’m sorry.” He meowed in a quieter tone, ducking his head. “I’m not over it still.” Sagewhisker’s eyes filled with warmth.

“You don’t have to be. I understand.” She meowed softly, placing her paw on his shoulder.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

Goosefeather shifted in place for few heartbeats before nodding silently.

“Okay.”

He inched closer to her, and leaned over to press against her pelt. She shifted her position, making it so Goosefeather could rest his head on her flank while she craned her neck to face him. Goosefeather felt immensely comforted by her presence. She was real and infallible. Sagewhisker wouldn’t harm or terrorize him. He was safe, even just for a moment. Goosefeather sucked in a laborious breath. He started telling his partner all about the wretched dream he had bore witness to. The visions of cats yet to be born. The awful noise of their stories pounding inside his skull. The endless, dark void he thought he would never escape from. Sagewhisker listened patiently, her expression calm as he spilled out his woes.

“I don’t know why StarClan keeps sending me these awful nightmares! I can’t even do anything about it! No one will listen to me, and Cloudberry taught me to not meddle with fate! As if she knew anything about it!” Foam flecked at the corners of Goosefeather’s mouth as he ranted. Sagewhisker rasped her tongue soothingly behind his ears, nodding quietly. Goosefeather sniffled, pressing his head harder against his mate’s flank.

“I don’t know what to do, Sagewhisker. The visions won’t stop. I can’t control them. Everywhere I turn, it’s foul omen after foul omen. I scare my clanmates. Even my own sister.” Goosefeather swallowed painfully, his eyes beginning to water once more.

“I’m going to live like this forever.”

Sagewhisker stopped licking the back of his ears. Her expression was steely as she looked down at him with her marigold-yellow eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Goosefeather. You don’t deserve StarClan’s ire one bit. Whichever gaggle of spirit cats decided to give you this gift are bat-blind, and just as foolish in death as they probably were in life.” Her expression hardened with anger.

“If they keep sending you these dreadful messages, I think you should have some sort of plan for calming down after the ordeal.“

Goosefeather tipped his head. “Like what?”

“Take deep, slow breaths after you see something. Don’t let it get a hold of and consume you. Another thing I’ve found that can distract you, is clawing pictures into the dirt. I know it sounds kit-like, but it’s helped me before. It takes your mind off things for a good while. Maybe chew on some honeycomb or drink moss water mixed with chamomile too, I’ve heard it’s good for unwinding. You could even ask Featherwhisker to help you get some. Or take a stroll in the forest and find it yourself. It sounds simple but, a good walk can really help clear your head.”

Goosefeather blinked, feeling a smidge skeptical. “Are you sure those will work? I don’t know…” Goosefeather trailed off with a huff. Sagewhisker laid her tail gently on his spine.

“Listen, why don’t you meet me at the ShadowClan border two sunrises from now? I can show you how to do all of these things. We can even test out other strategies. I know it can be daunting, believe me. I know. But it’s important to get into at least one of these habits so the stress doesn’t overwhelm you. StarClan can’t disappear, but we can find methods to help you accommodate and cope.” Sagewhisker nudged Goosefeather’s forehead with her muzzle.

“Okay, I don’t see why not.” Goosefeather said in a gruff voice. “But you’ll help me with everything, right?” Sagewhisker nodded. “I will, I promise.” Goosefeather twitched his tail approvingly, but then he felt his face fall.

“What about my clanmates? And my sibling, Moonflower?” Goosefeather’s voice began to tremble again. “They hate me.”

Sagewhisker’s eyes rounded. Goosefeather readied himself for more uplifting encouragement, but a snarl escaped the white she-cat’s jaws. “Then they are toad-brained crow-food eaters. How dare, they shun you without even bothering to listen to what you have to say? You’re the medicine cat for a reason! You’re a skilled healer, yet they all can’t see that past the bridge of their noses. I’m sorry about your sister, perhaps there’s still a chance to mend things with her, but the others… If they dislike you, than that’s on them. I know you, Goosefeather. Quite well. It’s a shame they don’t want to too.”

Goosefeather felt his skin burn beneath his pelt, jolts of surprise poking at his body. He twisted his head around to stare at Sagewhisker, who was huffing. She took a deep breath and let it out through her nose. After a minute, she looked back at Goosefeather, her shiny yellow eyes gleaming.

“Anything you need, Goose, I’m there. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’ll always be a border away.”

“Okay.” Goosefeather mumbled, his voice trembling with barely contained emotion. Feeling as if the metaphorical clouds had cleared, he meowed quietly. “Thanks.”

Sagewhisker touched her pink nose to his cheek. “Anytime. I care about you, Goosefeather. A lot. I want you to remember that.”

Goosefeather’s chest warmed and he pressed his muzzle into her fur affectionately. Gratitude and love for his mate swept through his body, flooding it with the first overload of positive emotion he had felt in weeks. “I know.” A weak purr rumbled in his throat. “I do too.”

Sagewhisker brushed her thin muzzle along the side of his face. Goosefeather closed his eyes, trying to drink in as much of the moment as he could. He was safe and happy right now. Sagewhisker, the cat whom he loved dearly, was nuzzling him fondly.

No visions, no spirit cats, no terrible things beyond his comprehension were plaguing his mind right now. Only comfort and genuine love. The warm, fuzzy thoughts bounced around inside his brain. It would keep him occupied, but only a for bit. He knew he would spiral again soon. But the thought was slightly less terrifying. At the end of the day, he would be reassured of one fact. He would always have someone in his corner that would help and support him; Sagewhisker.

The ThunderClan medicine cat felt himself smile as Sagewhisker rested her head overtop his. The warm weight made him feel like a kit again, bundled up in the nursery in piles of cozy moss. Goosefeather blinked, a strange feeling of bliss overtaking his senses for a heartbeat. His eyes darted toward the Moonstone. It seemed to burn even more brightly than before, and he squinted at the harsh glare. The light was seeming to rise in brilliance, though the moonlight wasn’t increasing; the glow within the stone itself was. Goosefeather blinked. When he opened his eyes, the excess rays and shine were gone. It looked normal again.

Goosefeather felt like he had been drenched in ice-cold water.

He turned away and buried his face into Sagewhisker’s neck fur, making her meow softly in surprise. Joke’s on you, STARCLAN. I’m going to keep being mates with her, no matter what you say. She’s cared for me more than you fox-hearts have. We’re happy together, and you can’t change that. I won’t let you. You can send me all the omens in the world, but I won’t let you ruin this for me!

Sagewhisker’s muzzle brushed his ear.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Goosefeather looked up at her with a crooked smile.

“I’m more than alright, Sage. Thank you.” He pressed his snout back into her moss-soft pelt, making her purr.

Don’t touch a hair on my pelt, StarClan, they all belong to Sagewhisker now.

#goosefeather #sagewhisker #sagegoose #goosesage #ask #goobiestar #warrior cats #wc #warriors #writing prompt requests #writing #codysight writing #fanfic #fanfiction #featherwhisker #thunderclan #shadowclan #Also btw I heart polyam leafpool but some of the comments (not urs) make me explode JWJKW

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cheesecakepaw · 1 year

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#Sagewhisker #Goosefeather #Pinestar #SageGoose #PineGoose #Also no Goosefeather isn't sick #They are just poorly drawn wrinkles #The more I'll draw Goosefeather the more bushier that mustache will become

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nightly-ruse · 2 years

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This is how Sage and Goose met for anyone wondering:

Goose finally gets his gathering pass given back after having it taken away for causing a commotion the last one and trying to convince cats the evil cats had possessed him and he was now coming to eat all their family and friends if they didn’t give him mice. He got banned bc this is not true, for all they know.

So he’s finally able to go back and is walking up to the place he always sits, looking at the ground bc that’s how he walks when he bumps head first into a cat. He looks up to see a literal ghost and almost has a panic bc he usually can’t bump into them. After a bit of just staring at this white cat he realizes it is in fact alive and not a haunting spirit about to pour its life story and throw all its trauma onto him to somehow deal with.

He continues to just look them into the eyes as he figures out what to do about this very tall very odd cat. Before deciding to just but his way past and sit in his spot. This cat for some reason decides to sit beside him, scrunched over bc his spot is in a nook. Goose asks why this cat is in his spot, they say that Goose looks like a rat. They bond them and there and start a friendship.

From Sage’s pov this little scruffly bundle bonked into her leg and just stared at her for a solid 5 minutes before just butting past her and snuggling into a little cranny. Rat. So ofc she gets up and sits beside the massive messy rat and realizes this in face not a strange rat but a cat who is also trans and also odd like her.

After this they meet every few days near the border and just hang out. She is his therapist and he is her emotional support chihuahua who reminds her of a rat.

#goosefeather #sagewhisker #goosesage #sagegoose #ruse’s warrior cats #warped winds au #they then had two children and a lot more trauma ;)#I’m going to sleep now gn my eyes hurt

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canon-notcanon-warriorcats · 1 year

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In Goosefeather is Brindleface and Frostfur's dad AU: Do you think Whitestorm gave Ashfur and Ferncloud a bit of special attention like leading them to their apprentice ceremony because he knew they were kin

there's a few answers for this

in general in the goosefeather is brindelface and frostfur's dad au, no one ever really finds out, at least not until a very long time after, the only people who find out in goosefeather's lifetime are featherwhisker, yellowfang, and kiiiiiiiiiind of sort of sunstar, robinwing, fuzzypelt, and bluestar

robinwing and fuzzypelt have gut feelings about it since goosefeather seems to be extra concerned and checks up them a lot, but they never confirm it until they go to starclan and goosefeather and sagewhisker tell them and thank them for raising their kits

sunstar also has a suspicion that they're goosefeather's kits because when goosefeather brings them to camp he pleads to sunstar to make sure that brindlekit doesn't ever get attacked by dogs (he saw her future/her death and being used as bait for tigerstar's dogs)

and bluestar also has a little bit of suspicion about it just from her own intuition and since she sees goosefeather checking up on them a lot since she's also in the nursery a lot to be with snowfur and whitekit and then to help take care of whitekit when snowfur dies, but tbf goosefeather also checked in on snowfur and whitekit pretty often as well, as well as tigerkit, so bluestar more shrugged it off as "maybe goosefeather cares more than everyone thought" and she also then has her paws full enough when snowfur dies, the threat of thistleclaw, and then having her own forbidden relationship and kits so she didn't have much time to be concerned about whether or not goosefeather was brindlekit and frostkit's biological father

THAT BEING SAID, in my rewrite, where this au is canon, whitestorm also isn't brindleface and frostfur's foster brother, he's closer to tigerkit's age and leopardfoot takes him in when snowfur dies, so he's friends with them, but he doesn't have like a sibling bond with them and he doesn't know that they're biologically kin

but whitestorm IS brindleface and frostfur's foster brother in canon, so if you wanna have this au for canon, then sure maybe he did give them special attention and treated them like kin, actually that's a really cute headcanon to have even without the au, like he was like an uncle to them since he was brindleface and frostfur's foster brother, so he WAS their uncle, maybe even kind of becoming a father figure to frostfur's kits after lionheart died (especially to brightheart since he was her mentor) as well as to ashpaw and fernpaw especially when brindleface died

#my rewrite #sagegoose au #that's what i'll call it i guess i dunno lol

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oldfacesnewdawnoffical · 1 year

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ooooo what happened with sagewhisker and goosefang??

Blame @goobiestar for my love of SageGoose

Augurs are, effectively, nuns. They devote themselves entirely to their deities, their duties, their communities. They are also the only cats allowed* to use magic within the fealty, and faction cats aren’t exactly keen on magic use in the first place, so they’d rather not let it spread through bloodlines. So in the case of an augur having kittens, it’s treated as something huge.

Magic is viewed as dangerous and foreign, something that the fealty cats are firmly rooted against just via their culture and very way of life - if they can get by without magic, then they will. No questions asked. Why risk their safety with something so unknown, so powerful, when they can just go about doing things the way they’ve always done? If it’s not broken don’t fix it, sort of deal. That’s how they view magic, and augurs are… an interesting and sole exception. Once more and more creatures began developing magic, the fealty decided to allow one augur per faction, so long as the augur in question swore to use their abilities solely for the good of their faction rather than personal gain. And while this didn’t always work, Goosefang in particular was a pretty good example of a decent augur.

With the ability to see and commune with the ghosts on the spectral plane (the space that exists between the world of the living and the world of the dead), he also had access to countless ages of history and the wisdom of many past leaders. He was viewed as incredibly valuable in many ways - but Goosefang himself hated his position as an augur.

He wanted to be treated normally, have the chance to grow up and live without the weight of the entire fealty’s expectations on his shoulders. In retaliation, he tried to break as many of the unspoken augur rules as possible: he slept around, he started fights, he learned to hunt, etc etc. As he grew older, he mellowed out, even if he never stopped rebelling as much as he physically could. And then… trespassing into Fenland territory, he was almost swept away in a flash mudslide before he was rescued by Sagewhisker; he was immediately smitten with her, in a way he had never felt before. And while Sagewhisker was hesitant to accept his courting advances, she ultimately gave in, because she, in turn, was just as taken by Goosefang as he was with her. They courted and were officially partnered in secret (Featherwhisker officiated). And, shortly after, Goosefang wound up pregnant.

The only cats who knew about it (Sagewhisker, Goosefang, Featherwhisker and Chanterellefang*) all panicked. Augur-born kits were rare, but almost always killed or otherwise abandoned due to the fealty’s beliefs of magic. They planned and planned for all the moons of Goosefang’s pregnancy, for various futures or reactions in order to keep Goosefang, Sagewhisker and their unborn litter safe. None of them expected for the Woodruff’s orator, Pineheart, to accept the lone-born kitten as soon as Goosefang gave birth, and wouldn’t allow any of his cats to get a word in edgewise. But, even with their orator’s support, cats still talked… Goosefang was banned from Gatherings, and the kit (ultimately named Brindleface) was somewhat of an outcast most of their kithood, all up until they became a ward under Blizzardtail; only when Brindled reached six moons did their faction truly start to accept them.

In their early training days, Blizzardtail was strict, harsh, and borderline cruel, impossible to please and loud about his disdain for the young Brindled for their parentage and the status of their birth. Even under him, though, Brindled tentatively grew closer to both of their parents, learned to stand up for themself a bit more, and made fast friends with those of their generation. It all came to a boiling over point, however, when Brindled, on the cusp of their full name, beat his granddaughter Laurel in a fight, and slashed them across the face. While in recovery, Blizzardtail and Goosefang killed each other in a blind rage, teetering into the Darkpath Stretch, their bodies found with their claws in one another’s throats.

Brindled was reassigned to Speckledclaw, who nurtured them in a way they needed - though after the incident between the tom training them and their father, they became a bit more subdued, and significantly more eager to perform as any average cat would… alongside taking a habit to avoid Laurelstorm, even though the two both knew what transpired between them wasn’t either of their own faults.

#old faces new dawn #ask #doritopaw101 #kermitstar #character relations #ofnd: goosefang #ofnd: sagewhisker #ofnd: brindleface #ofnd: featherwhisker #ofnd: chanterellefang #ofnd: blizzardtail #ofnd: laurelstorm #warrior cats rewrite #warriors rewrite #augur

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