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there was enough detail in how badly they handled her that moonkitti got a full hour out of it

Preliminary Poll

Bumble

Submission reason:

I’m not 100% sure if I can explain it that well, so here’s a link to @bonefall ‘s essay and/or rant about how DIRTY and/or disgustingly treated Bumble was by the Authors: TW: Fatphobia, Abuse, AWFUL treatment of a Domestic Abuse Survivor, Murder Apologism, etc. https://www.tumblr.com/bonefall/719586628629397504/just-as-bad

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We watched the Devil die that day. We watched him die 9 times

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idk so far i'm open to sunbeam/nightheart still, i think they could make each other worse

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oh right, the plot. hiiii frostpaw

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THE WHOLE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN...

the way everyone is collectively obsessed with the taste of chicken once they actually try it

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finally reading book 2 of asc and sunbeam is SO petty. i relate to her struggle though

nightheart going "don't look now but lightleap is watching" to make her stop panicking is so fucking funny

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sunnight this sunblaze that, do you know what i want?

i want sunbeam and nightheart to both declare their undying love for fidgetflake (who they have both never met before) completely independently of each other and at the same gathering because they really want to leave their clans.

i want fidgetflake to be the sudden subject of scandal as it appears he has taken TWO mates from different clans and has been cheating.

i want berryheart to stand up at a gathering and say “this is a part of a skyclan plot to steal our best warriors. who will they send fidgetflake after next?”

i want sunbeam and nightheart to compete for who gets to join skyclan. i want fidgetflake to stand by awkwardly while the two of them try to sell the lie.

and of course while this is happening frostpaw is dealing with the actual plot in the background.

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Hawkwing vs. Societal Norms (or, the Great Gathering Debacle of 2019)

It starts at SkyClan’s very first lake gathering. Hawkwing is minding his own business, moving toward the deputies already gathered at the roots of the Great Oak, when Reedwhisker smiles pleasantly and asks him the ol’ how-to-do. Hawkwing, though terrible at socializing (SkyClan hadn’t needed politics in the gorge, thank you very much), knows how to flatter a cat. “It’s good to see that the buzzards haven’t pecked at your entrails,” he says politely.

Squirrelflight of ThunderClan makes a bizarre, half-scrunched expression that Hawkwing can’t understand. Reedwhisker flinches, probably because the buzzards had gotten to some entrails belonging to his family. Hawkwing, therefore, cannot blame him the wince – but, surely, he will respond in kind.

Leafstar had warned him, of course, to take cues from the other deputies. She’d actually done this whole warning thing three or four times, depending on your definition. We don’t know how these Clans interact, she’d told him. We have the word of a long-dead leader and your daughters to go on here, and I for one do not trust the word of Twigpaw.

What about Violetpaw? he’d asked.

She had snorted. I’ll let you know when she actually speaks a word.

Nevertheless, Hawkwing was confident in his ability to socialize with the best of them. After all, there was nothing like seeing a daylight warrior who’d been missing for a few daylights to really bring out the good to see you aren’t deads. And with how many cats seemed to die in that gorge on a regular basis, it was a perfectly acceptable – almost required – thing to say. So maybe he’s not expecting to be instant friends with the other deputies, but he’s expecting more of a reaction than Crowfeather staring into space, Squirrelflight making odd faces, and Tawnypelt mysteriously disappearing exactly at the moment his sentence ceased.

Reedwhisker blinks. “Thank you,” he says, a touch coldly.

This strikes Hawkwing as terribly, horribly rude. “RiverClan, right?” he asks rhetorically. “I’m glad you didn’t drown last moon.”

Reedwhisker looks even more perturbed, if that’s possible. It doesn’t make sense! “We’re taught to swim practically from birth,” the black tom says, voice a little strained.

“Oh,” says Hawkwing. “Then you must not suffer too many drownings. I’m glad.”

Reedwhisker looks over at Squirrelflight, who shrugs exaggeratedly. Hawkwing does not know what any of these motions are supposed to mean.

“So… what kind of deaths do you suffer?” Hawkwing asks. Light conversation, he thinks to himself. That’s the way.

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she's girliepop

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this is leafpool’s shoujo anime and we are all living in it

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carry me to innisfree

She finds herself on a precipice, grass under her paws and gray sky overhead. The smell of salt and the sound of crashing waves fill her senses; her claws dig into sand-strewn soil; her fur lifts with the ocean breeze, strong and stalwart, whipping steadily away from the rising sun. Below her lies ocean, depthless and desperately, achingly blue; beyond her lies water, leaping endlessly toward the golden, rocky shore.

The sun-drown-place, she thinks, and feels at once the age of eight moons and eighty season-cycles. She reaches at once for Feathertail, dead for countless pawsteps; for Tawnypelt, buried seasons ago; for Stormfur, lost to the crags of the mountains; for Crowfeather, who had closed his eyes only moons ago and had never opened them again. She does not reach for Bramblestar; she does not question why. She simply exists, with the ghosts of her friends almost corporeal at her sides, and watches as the wind plays with the waves, salty ocean spray spattering at her paws.

A pale bird swoops overhead, white and soft, feathery gray; with a bolt of delight, Squirrelflight recognizes it as a gull. It had been so long since she had chased them over sand and into the waves, their calls echoing against rocky cliffs. Brambleclaw had snorted, unamused; Feathertail had joined her, swimming through whitecaps and pouncing clumsily on birds until, with the exaggerated air of someone too good for noisy, troublesome birds, she had pulled the largest fish Squirrelflight had ever seen from the waves.

“You look like a drowned rat,” Squirrelpaw had told her, laughing, as Feathertail struggled with a fish bigger than both cats combined.

“Better than looking like a drowned squirrel,” Feathertail had countered, and then Tawnypelt had joined the fray, chasing an odd-looking creature across the shore, all hard shell and hard, straight tail and weird, wiggly, bug-like legs.

“What is this place?” Stormfur had asked, tipping over a bug-prey of his own.

“I don’t know!” Squirrelpaw had replied, delighted, and gotten a mouthful of saltwater for her trouble. She sputtered and spat and dissolved into giggles, lungs seizing and aching and burning, happier than she’d ever been.

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warrior cats does silly stuff sometimes. reblog after voting!

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i think dovewing should always be drawn with just the most over the top sparkley multicolored cutesy anime eyes just get the green and the blue and the gold and some pink and some purple and some teal in there. just so over the top pretty. i think she deserves it. 

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the first sentient robot to realize deceased humans and animals can’t be repaired or backed up on a server is gonna be so devastated

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HOLY LEAVES: A HOLLYLEAF PLAYLIST (SPOTIFY)

WARNING: A few songs within this playlist may come in loud or are dark in nature, I advise to listen with caution.

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So, a mouse has about 30 calories, while a frog tends to clock out at about 80 calories per 100 grams. But your average frog is about 50 grams, which brings it down to about 40 calories.

Rabbit has 173 calories per 100 grams, and the most common species in N. America (eastern cottontail) weighs over 1000 grams. Fish obviously vary more widely than frogs, but trout (which seems to be the most commonly mentioned fish) has over 100 calories per gram, and, on the smaller end, whops out at 7000 grams.

Considering clan cats are very active, they'd need about 34 calories per pound of weight. Fish would take the least energy to catch as 99% of hunting them is staying as still as possible. Rivers usually don't freeze.

Rabbits have a lot of calories, but are difficult to catch, often needing a team and quite a bit of running, not to mention the energy taken to track them down to begin with. Ultimately meaning less time spent catching other prey. Rabbits do not hibernate.

Frogs and mice/squirrels/birds can be ambushed, and do not require teamwork. But energy must be spent on actually tracking them down. Frogs and mice hibernate. Squirrels do not. A majority of birds migrate.

So:

Riverclan > Thunderclan ≈ Shadowclan > Windclan

by my best approximation.

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its MY turn to make an absurd crossover au . Omega mart x warriors . yeah .

cecilia dram is a warrior cat now and she drowned her dad in the moonpool to take over the clan . yippee