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warriors artists stop putting a feather behind Jayfeather’s ear challenge

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love (sarcasm) how this fandom collectively forgets about the whole "maybe don't make the anti-native racism of this series worse by depicting characters with stereotypical feathers behind the ear" issue every two to three weeks so i am once again reminding you all of the feather document https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ll3Gfo7d5kD2GLT1F1t4fUcP9LkLRHWBQ197XffU_Os/edit?usp=sharing

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(Guppy is nice through and through and is genuinely positive, he just has his dad’s morbid interest in things)

If they did have another kit, they would be the opposite of Guppy. Super grumpy and permanent angry face but actually super nice if you respect their boundaries.

It would be another unplanned rescue kit, but this time it attaches to Archice no matter how many times he tries to get away. Maybe he calls it Burkit cause it won’t stop clinging to his pelt.

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If they did have another kit, they would be the opposite of Guppy. Super grumpy and permanent angry face but actually super nice if you respect their boundaries.

It would be another unplanned rescue kit, but this time it attaches to Archice no matter how many times he tries to get away. Maybe he calls it Burkit cause it won’t stop clinging to his pelt.

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Since Guppykit gets his name from Wavespark and fish also matches with the wave prefix, what should his suffix be to match with his other dad?

(The dot is for me to check on the answers before the poll is done ‘cause I’m impatient)

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Silly meme time!

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How many cats do you still have to add?

Not including ones from people who don't really interact with the account anymore (just because I don't know if they would want me to make a ref of their characters), there are about...

118 characters that still need to be added.

Though only 94 don't already have a ref ready to go. That's because before, I would only use a specific base to make everything organized in a way, and now I don't care about that so I'm gonna use the refs people made like I should've done before.

There's also some who just have living refs and who need a deceased ref too, but I could always add them now and do the additional ref later.

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WAIT FUCK FORGOT ABOUT GLAREMOUSE NEVERMIND POST CANCELLED

@frightnightindustries ALL YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOW ON REFSHEET!

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@frightnightindustries ALL YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOW ON REFSHEET!

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@frightnightindustries

THE LAST ONES! SOON AS THEY ARE ALL ON REFSHEET, YOUR CHARACTERS WILL OFFICIALLY BE DONE!!!

BASES:

--Bearwish, Marshglare, and Larkscark's bases are by LexisSketches on DeviantArt

--Sawdust's base is by MintChiip on DeviantArt

--Caveclaw's base is by Chaseya on DeviantArt

--Hickoryfoot's base is by Species_Unknown on Furaffinity

Dead versions:

Cave's back isn't bleeding that much because he died before it could. Definitely not because I couldn't get it to look right.

Bonus alternate Hickorys:

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I'm SO glad you picked up on the small details with Onyx!!! literally spreading his wings and arms, closing his eyes, smiling etc etc

He just *gestures* I Love Him

he’s free to be himself and he’s free to be safe!

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Tradition...?

In Avian culture, important days will see figures dressed in sheer fabrics over a matching set of a shirt and shorts. Often times, the color will reflect their wings, or a core color in their subculture.

Onyx, upon accepting himself in his fullest, rejects the traditional dove color of white, or even a smokey black to reflect his feathers.

Instead, he chooses yellow. In all Avian cultures, yellow is associated with new beginnings, rebirth, and freedom. Some subcultures also associate it with friendship, loyalty, and forgiveness. Non-Avian cultures will sometimes associated it with jealousy and betrayal, which is seen as slanderous to most Avians.

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@residences-of-the-darkforest he happy now :3

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Rotting Bone Tooth

Starlingpaw knew that this was a terrible idea. A few apprentices couldn’t fight off the rogues that had been hunting on their territory. Boulderstar had ordered the clan to stay away, the rogues would leave on their own. Yes, he did think that was truly moronic, but being caught disobeying the orders of the clan leader would get him set back so far.

His train of thought was interrupted when someone slammed into him. He batted Redpaw-of course it was Redpaw, that cat never took anything seriously-away.

“Hey! Focus!” Cavernpaw snapped from the front of their group. “If we get ambushed, and one of you gets yourself killed, I’m not taking the blame.”

“You talked us into this…” Nightpaw muttered from the back, as far away from everyone else as possible. Idiots. They were all idiots. This would get them killed, or stuck as apprentices permanently.

Well, everyone except Caimanpaw, who would probably kill Boulderstar if he was held back. 

Redpaw stiffened. “I smell something.”

“Yourself?” Nightpaw snarked.

“No,” Redpaw shook his head. “I smell rogues! They’re close!” He took off into the underbrush. Starlingpaw groaned. 

“Hey! Get back here!” Cavernpaw ran after Redpaw. The four remaining apprentices glanced at each other. Caimanpaw, Starlingpaw, Nightpaw, and Cowpaw. Starlingpaw had almost forgotten Cowpaw was with them, the apprentice was so silent a mouse might think he’s one of them.

Nightpaw’s nose twitched, and her fur stood on end. “….I smell something. It’s….it doesn’t smell like a cat.”

Now, this was too much. Starlingpaw sighed. “You’re paranoid. Should we wait here until Cavernpaw finds Redpaw, or….I smell it too.”

The scent could only be described as corpselike. Rot, bones, and with a tang to it that make Starlingpaw recoil.

He felt the ground liquify below his paws. He didn’t remember much after that, not until he found Caimanpaw.

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This was truly a fucking mess. All of the others were stupid. When he got back, he was going to kill Cavernpaw and throw his body in the river, and try to rip what little of Redpaw’s brain was functioning out of its skull.

Caimanpaw snarled as he came to another dead end. This place was a labyrinth, not unlike what Ravenpaw had told him about CaveClan’s more unexplored tunnels. Dead ends, everything looked the same.

Terrifying monsters coming out of the walls.

Every so often he would hear a scream, some he recognized and some he did not. He turned around, ready to run, only to stop at a sight even he could admit was disgusting. 

Something that had once been a living cat stood in front of him, grinning with a jaw about to fall off of his face. Ears torn to shreds. Like a corpse having been eaten by bugs, but who had crawled out of his own grave.

Worst of all, the liquid that burned him when he touched it was what the cat was drenched in.

“Not going to say anything?” The rotting cat spoke, with a grin that was so evil Caimanpaw felt a sort of kinship. 

“Let me out.” Caimanpaw responded, steeling himself for a fight. This would be unpleasant, but that thing had tried to trap him.

The cat laughed, and lunged at him. Caimanpaw thrashed, trying to fight back, but gravity…shifted, and he found himself falling.

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Starlingpaw knew, without question, this was how he died. 

He was lost, alone, and with no way out. The air shifted above him, and his quick reflexes staved off his fate for a little bit longer.

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Caimanpaw had made a small dent in the floor, and pulled himself out of….rubble. What did he break?

His bones. That was a given, he felt his front paw snap back into place.

The cat that threw him down the hole was lounging on a rock, arrogant and proud. “Well, this is interesting. Two little apprentices, about to die. Tell me. What are your names?”

“I will rip out your heart and feed it to the-” Caimanpaw stopped. Did he say two?

A small sound behind him alerted him to Starlingpaw. Great. Another pathetic apprentice.

“Hm, that’s rude. Maybe I’ll take the one behind you. He seems….better behaved.” The cat narrowed his eyes.

Alright, that was it. Caimanpaw tensed his muscles, and leapt.

He pounced on the cat, trying to go for the throat. Immediately, his back legs constricted and lashed out, the corrosive acid eating away at his pelt. He paid little mind to that, and slammed his head into the rotten cat’s own. 

When he felt no more movement, he backed up, staring at the…mess of the cat’s head. 

The corpse was submerged by the acid, and the cat stepped from the opposite wall. “Truly a sad display. You fail to live up to your heritage.”

Caimanpaw leapt again, and the cat stepped back. A barrage of acid fell from above. He felt his body begin to liquify around him, and he screamed profanities at the cat.

When his left eye grew back, he saw….Starlingpaw arguing with the cat.

Later, he would learn he was trying to bargain. To stall the cat until he could escape the acid.

And escape he did. The pain, the adrenaline, and his body’s attempts to counteract the pain left his memories blurry.

He remembered being able to see all around him. Seeing his heart in front of his body.

Having a shivering gray cat pressed up against him as they were engulfed by that same liquid.

Ending up in the forest.

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The cat they had met was called Bonetooth. Starlingpaw called the cat Rottingbone, which Caimanpaw privately agreed with. Boulderstar had hidden the existence of Bonetooth to not cause panic, believing that he would move onto new grounds looking for new victims.

Nightpaw lost her eyes to Bonetooth, he had eaten them in front of her. Cowpaw’s paws were covered in scars.

Redpaw and Cavernpaw, as it turned out, hadn’t been taken at all. The two ran back to camp, distraught, shouting about a monster.

It took two days before Starlingpaw left the medicine den. In the corner of his eye, he saw Bonetooth flickering in and out. Nightpaw’s eyes on his own. Cowpaw screaming in pain.

The one thing that stopped them was, surprisingly, Caimanpaw. The cat was left with no injuries, telling the clan that he was lucky. Starlingpaw knew the opposite was true. Caimanpaw wasn’t lucky, he was powerful. That was fascinating. He suspected that Warscar knew about his power too.

After his first day in the medicine den, he had woken up to a sizable shrew next to his nest. Who else would it have been?

Caimanpaw continued to be nice to him. He wouldn’t snap if Starlingpaw bumped into him by accident. He wouldn’t insult him if Starlingpaw tried to start a conversation. On rare occasions, he would talk back.

Eventually, when Caimanpaw became Caimanscale, he told Starlingsight why. He was impressed. Starlingpaw had watched another apprentice, much stronger than him, get his body almost liquified by a living corpse. And still, he tried to fight in the way he thought gave him the best chance. It worked.

But, for now, the two were comfortable giving each other prey, and just listening to each other talk.

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Not to mention that GuppyKit (let’s call her GuppyJump, which is what the file said her warrior name would have been) died because of a call GoldfishFur made to kill the medicine cat and then she got sick with red cough the same moon and no one could help her - @wills-woodland-warriors

OOOOH THE GUILT

Seeing Guppykit might be like hearing the heart thumping under the floorboards

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Disappeared for a bit because work has been kicking my ass, but I couldn’t figure out what GuppyKit reminded me of but I went back into my old files and GoldfishFur’s daughter, who died as a very young kit, was named GuppyKit and was also orange and white (although with different patterning) and I’ve never really mentioned her until now but oh my god the ANGST of when goldfish gets home and sees what looks like his daughter… - @wills-woodland-warriors

Finding out Wavespark's name was Guppy might make it extra angsty cause that makes it TWO orange-and-white cats with the same name as his dead daughter

Don't know Guppyjump's personality but imagine if Goldfishfur meets Guppykit and they act so similar....and what if he meets him around the age Guppyjump was when she died, but he has to walk away and remind himself that this is a different kitten who already has a family, and he feels like his daughter is leaving him all over again. But maybe that feeling is better than knowing it's not really her and he will probably never see her again.

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Pray for my sibling, they just asked me for an Oc list >:)

INCOMING