#Bristleblaze

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In a dramatic-art style and even more fantastical world, this would be Jackdawfoot/Bristleblaze/Tarantulastar next to the average resident (and bonus kitten)

(Or—this is how they are described in stories. Jackdaw to kittypets and all three by cats who see them in the dark)

@ambitiousauthor

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Baby days

Bristleblaze and Avery as carefree kits with nothing to worry about

@ambitiousauthor

Base: Kit bases by FlyingWithFire on DeviantArt

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Bristleblaze: Avery has discovered "deez nuts" jokes and it's all they say now. Everything is deez nuts. They simply can't stop.

Bristleblaze: I asked Avery where they learned that joke. They made me promise they wouldn't get in trouble if they told me. I agreed.

Bristleblaze: So they lean in and whisper, "deez nuts."

[raspberrysmoon]

What warrior cats name would you give me :3c

its crazy this list almost rivals the other one. my vibes for these should be "fire, light, loud, large, dark, strong"

timberglow? spiralrace? spiralflight? dewripple? fireglow? firerace? timberflare? spiralflare? fidgetglow? firedash? fidgetdash? spiralflash? fidgetblaze? bristleflame? bristleblaze? bristleglow? curledblaze? cottonflash? coalglow? coalblaze? crowflash? crowflame? ravenblaze? nightflash? duskflash? flamerunner? scorchrunner? scorchrace? coalrace? scorchdash? scorchglow?

im. i dont even know. ive stared at this for several hours. im leaning towards something with blaze or glow. i think.... coalblaze? or maybe fireglow. maybe both. i do need like seven of these for you so. idk do any of these speak to you? ive been at a loss for a few days

[emotional-damage-book-series]

Mousespot: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Bristleblaze : No, that's not how you make cookies.

Ivyspots: FLOOR IT!!

Mousespot: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Bristleblaze : yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Mousespot: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Avery: DO IT!

Bristleblaze : NO-

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Which of your Dark forest Ocs do you think would get along with Bristleblaze?

I think most of them would be chill with him, but FleaThistle might be a bit scared of him. 

The cats that I can picture getting along with him are LionCatch, TurtleStepper, WhiteHeart, and the unsubmitted duo of GreenPebble and GhostPurr. (Green is also neutered so I assume he’d be very sympathetic towards BristleBlaze) 

QuickStar (who is somehow still alive in clangen so I can’t submit him yet) would probably be just sad towards what BristleBlaze has gone through, and hate Avery for that. 

[osc-confessions]

been working on more wcaus. decided to call paintbrush bristleblaze because that sounds awesome -wc

cool

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Jackdawfoot: ew Kittypets lol

Bristleblaze: *sideeyes*

Jackdawfoot, remembering that Bristleblaze was a kittypet: ooooh I just fucked up

they're both big massive boys, so it'd be a pretty even fight!

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Myrtlewing: ugh, Alderstar chickens me all the time! Is he trying to suffocate me?

Avery: y’know I don’t have too much sympathy for you.

now I'm picturing blossoming relationship-Bristle and Avery with this happening lmao

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Fun fact: Bristleblaze was the runt of his litter

BABY

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@ambitiousauthor yeah so began writing discussing the situation before realizing it was the actual separation that was to be written.... part 2 is open for anyone to write, that can be the actual...heist? =========================== “What’s this about?” Jackdawfoot asked, struggling to hold back a yawn. Fungichomp had sent word for them, Myrtlewing, Alderstar, Bristleblaze, Aloemist, Gorsebriar, and Peanutfur to gather together as soon as they could.

“I’m worried,” Fungichomp told them, facing the half-circle they formed around him. His fur itched with impatience. “Cherrystar is going to have kits.” The she-cat had spoken to him the other day, briefly letting him know that he should expect another addition to his daycare. 

“Good for her?” Bristleblaze narrowed his eyes at Fungichomp as though he were stupid.

“Cherrystar is a kit-killer. Those victims included her own.”

“Her own?” Gorsebriar echoed in disbelief.

“How horrible!” Aloemist exclaimed, fur bristling to match with the prickles in her skin.

“Why?” Jackdawfoot asked roughly. Fungichomp expected him, more than anyone, to be the one to ask that question. 

“Some sort of sacrifice, I think,” Fungichomp responded. Between living his own life and watching the kits, he hadn’t had much time to watch over what the living cats had been doing, but he saw enough to know that Cherrystar couldn’t be left alone with a kit.

“If it’s a thing she did for Starclan, she probably won’t do it again, not here,” Aloemist put in thoughtfully.

“I wouldn’t take the risk,” Gorsebriar told her. “What if she thinks killing a Dark Kit will get her into Starclan?”

“Right,” Peanutfur agreed. “Or she could take the anger of her failures out on it.”

Fungichomp cleared his throat. “Okay, so, we’re in agreement that that situation isn’t safe. How are we going to get Applekit out?”

“I don’t see why we have to,” Myrtlewing put in, nonchalantly picking at his claws.

“She’s a kit-killer,” Fungichomp repeated more emphatically. 

Myrtlewing nodded, but if he hadn’t heard what was discussed before, he didn’t seem any more alert now. “And the problem is…?”

“That she could kill the kits,” Bristleblaze said with a deep exhale.

“Right,” Myrtlewing nodded again. “And the problem is…?”

“Myrtlewing, you twink!” Fungichomp just barely snapped. “Alderstar, silence your shimmer, please.”

Alderstar’s eyes narrowed defensively, and Fungichomp began to wonder if he should prepare for attack. Then Alderstar laughed instead and knocked his shoulder against Myrtlewing, who seemed more bothered by Alderstar’s silent teasing than Fungichomp’s comment–another relief.

“What’s the pattern?” Myrtlewing asked.

“What?” 

“Killers have patterns,” Myrtlewing said as though it were obvious. Here, it probably should be. “What age does she target? If she never killed anyone below two moons old, just take her when she drops the things off at your area. She should be safe until then. Or,” he added, “find out how to make it so that her kits don’t fit her profile.”

Fungichomp listened with pricked ears, and remembered why Myrtlewing was brought to these meetings in spite of his…less than favourable thoughts on kit death, or death in general. “I’ll have to look into that,” Fungichomp thought aloud. “But it would have to be quickly, before they’re born.”

“Great.” Myrtlewing stood and stretched, his legs shaking. “Fun to be part of team kitnappers.”

“We’re not kitnapping anyone!” Bristleblaze hissed.

“Right,” Alderstar scratched his ear. “Just taking a kit away from their parent.”

“For their safety,” Fungichomp growled. “And nothing needs to be done yet. We just need to keep an eye on her.”

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--btw Ferndoe is with the kits, which is why Jackdawfoot is here instead of her.

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Oh no imagine Kindlepaw seeing Bristleblaze for the first time

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Bye-Bye Berries (short story)

Webstripe was far away enough that the Streamlands in which he resided in were no longer in view. The hot steam that formed within it faded away, and he fluffed out his striped coat against the chill of the rest of the Dark Forest, glaring at the sky as a rise in wind pinched at his skin.

It would only be a short trip to the border to fetch minnows and back, or it would be if the distance from his land to the border wasn’t practically sixteen Clan territories apart. Then the wind, blowing from behind his back, stopped. Webstripe was relieved until he felt something furry press against him. “Hello little Web.”

Webstripe didn’t move, just barely gulped. “Uhm. Hello Bristleblaze.”

“Heard you got another cat knocked up.”

“Oh, did I?” Webstripe’s heart sped. Whenever cats started conversations like that, it never ended well for Webstripe. And Bristleblaze was huge!

“A lonely one,” Bristleblaze grunted. “Who probably didn’t mention that she’s my friend.” 

Oh no. Oh no oh no. Webstripe took a step away, slowly and praying that it wouldn’t be noticed. But while he was watching Bristleblaze over his shoulder, a cold paw touched his own, outstretched one, and his head snapped back to meet Avery. 

“Mine too,” the ginger-and-white tom said. 

Webstripe looked at one then the other, then repeated again. “She-cats come to me, alright? They want kits!--Ahh!”

Bristleblaze had dug his claws into Webstripe’s tail “They also tend to want a loving mate and father to their kits,” he spoke calmly, but the tone of a snarl rolled off of his tongue just the same as if it had rumbled through his throat. 

Webstripe’s fear and defensiveness grew. He bristled. “What do you want me to do? Cats have urges! They choose to come to me!”

“For love, not a hit-it and quit-it,” Avery grunted.

A paw slammed down harder onto Webstripe’s tail. He screeched, and instinctively jumped, but couldn’t go anywhere. Before he could complain or try to fight back, Avery had moved forward and placed his claws on Webstripe’s lower belly. “You’re right,” he said dangerously. “Some cats do come to you. Sometimes they do it because they don’t care, or you’re nothing more than a method of getting kits, but sometimes–most of the time, I think, you trick them.”

“I don’t–”

“You know what he’s talking about, so shut up,” Bristleblaze cut in.

Webstripe snapped his jaws shut.

“You say that you don’t, but you do. You allow them to fall for you. You do things with them and don’t even warn them that you won’t stick around if something happens. You don’t even break it to them gently. You just leave. You do it all the time. Do you enjoy it? Hurting them? Breaking their hearts?”

“I–”

But they didn’t really want him to speak. Bristleblaze cuffed his ear roughly, making it ring.

“So how about a deal?” Avery suggested. “You stick to toms and she-cats who have made it clear that they don’t want you to stick around if anything happens. And if we find out that another she-cat got knocked up thinking that their mate would be there to support them–” he dug his claws in deeper–”It’s bye-bye berries.”

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--Wrote it more seriously than I normally write joke stories!

--Avery and Bristle belong to @ambitiousauthor

--Web belongs to @starfalcon555

--The baby-maker has to fight with the nut-slayer at some point, right? And we can’t just get rid of all babies for Web. That’s his whole thing. But this seems reasonable, right? Hopefully he won’t do something stupid, right?

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The Most Important Meeting of Literally Ever (short story)

Gorseheart struggled not to shift from one paw to another, feeling entirely out of place next to the Starclan cats seated with him, not to mention judged. 

Firejay and Mallowstar had stayed for what Gorseheart guessed was a day, sleeping over before going back to Starclan to discuss how their going to the Dark Forest went. 

Now, cats gathered in a meadow in the Dark Forest right next to the border. There was what Gorseheart estimated to be fifteen Starclan cats, which included Mallowstar, Firejay, and Blightstar–who had nodded awkwardly at Gorseheart, but hadn’t said anything directly to him, fifteen Dark Forest residences, and eleven Dark Kits.

“It’s not a good idea,” one of the Starclan cats spoke up. Her fur was white and glossy. “Starclan and the Dark Forest are two different territories for a reason.”

“We may be separate, but we are connected,” another pointed out. “Or have you forgotten what we learned back when Ashfur took over the Clans?”

“He didn’t take over the Clans,” Bristleblaze commented.

“That part doesn’t matter,” the cat went on, “we exist in a balance.”

“Exactly,” a third–Jumptail?-- added. “If we merge our two afterlives together, that balance may shatter. Then where will that leave us?”

“I don’t want to merge with no Starclan cat,” Cloudfreckle spat.

“Oh, because we want to mingle with you mud-pelts?” Jumptail hissed.

“We’re not here to fight,” Firejay spoke above them. “We are not merging together, either. Those who have killed or committed one crime or another will remain on this side. Those who have not will still be welcomed into the Stars. But what of those who fit neither option?” She gestured with her tail to Proteafang, sitting at Gorseheart’s opposite side. “We know that, unfortunately, Dark Kits cannot enter Starclan for their own health, but does that mean we should abandon them? Can we not do something as simple as passing on our food, herbs, and moss, of which we are forever overfilled with?”

“Or are they to be punished for a crime their parents committed?” Gorseheart added. By the glance Firejay and Mallowstar casted him, he guessed they took note of the anger he had directed toward himself. 

“I’m sure we can all agree how unfair a Dark Kit’s life can be,” Ivypool–that was her name, wasn’t it?--put in. “But we start with passing on our herbs and supplies. What happens then? Kits and apprentices are brought over to grow. Then cats cross the border to visit their friends and family. Where do we cross the line before we can no longer see it?”

“You sound as if those things would be bad,” Blightstar grumbled. “Young cats being given the chance to grow into healthy young warriors would be a grand thing for all of us. And what of cats visiting criminals close to them? Speak for yourself all you wish, but I would rather walk around in this muddy, bleak forest for a moon than spend years asking myself where it all went wrong.”

Gorseheart’s heart twisted around in his chest until it split, bleeding down his legs and causing them to tremble. Noticing, Proteafang lay her tail across his paws. 

“Some of us know more about what the Dark Forest is like than others,” Ivypool snapped.

“Yeah,” Bristleblaze sneered, “like the Dark Forest cats.”

“You could be lying,” someone else joined in.

“Why would they lie, Breezepelt?”

“To get our stuff, obviously,” Breezepelt replied. “They tell us it’s not all bad here, they just need our moss, and food, and herbs, and oh maybe some water too, please?”

“Poor little Breezy, want to keep all the widdle wader to worself? Afraid the big bad cats gonna steal it?” Jackdawfoot chuckled. Ferndoe pressed against him, shaking her head.

Breezepelt jumped to his paws, slid his claws out, and hissed. 

“Fighting will add nothing to the discussion,” Firejay reminded them through teeth grinding in frustration. “Breezepelt, there is no point to be concerned about supplies that will be needed. We have more than enough to go around for as long as Starclan and the Dark Forest exists.” She paused to take a breath, waiting for some of the smaller arguments to die down before going on. “If we have a chance to improve the lives of cats who have done nothing to earn the punishments of those who came before them, how could we refuse? We will work with Dark Forest cats who wish to work with us, and together–in our own territories, we will find out everything we can about anything that there is to learn. Starclan cats who wish to stay here, such as Mallowstar and myself, will report back twice a moon. Too, we will keep an eye on all kits or apprentices that cross the border so that they may grow up, and ensure that they are protected. With that, I would like to propose that such kits would be allowed re-entry into Starclan. It is not a crime to search for the life taken from you so early. Does everyone agree?”

“Agree.” Gorseheart was relieved to hear most of the cats seated respond. Others murmured it, and others still remained silent, but no one outright disagreed or started any more arguments.

“It may not be like this for the rest of time,” Mallowstar informed everyone. “But we will test out how this new system works for seven moons. Any lingering grievances can be discussed when we meet again then. 

The entire time the meeting was held, Gorseheart felt extremely uncomfortable. Though he was far from the only Dark Forest cat there, he could feel every pair of eyes burning through his skin and setting his fur on fire. He knew he deserved it–there was nothing he shouldn’t be judged for, but right from the beginning, he wished he hadn’t agreed to come, and had just stayed holed up in his tunnels. Then again, he knew this was an important meeting–the most important of all, and he would have kicked himself if he didn’t attend it. He should feel lucky, really.

But then the group began to disperse, Starclan cats returning to the border, while some Dark Forest cats either left or remained to stick their tongues out at them. Some remained, only for a little  bit, and Gorseheart realized–trying hard not to look–that Blightstar was still here, and that he was staring directly at Gorseheart.

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--Canon cats present because it only makes sense.

--Bristle belongs to @ambitiousauthor

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Mentors for Lilyweb kits:

Lilyclaw: Jackdawfoot

Petalstripe: Bristleblaze

Silktangle: Myrtlewing

Webfang: Alderstar

it would be so good in learning but in such a chaotic way

Myrtle: "today you'll be learning to stalk. So find Hootpetal without her knowing and tackle her. It's not because she put Wormkit in my nest again. Hold her down until she gives in. If you can do that, I'll give you a free pass to bite whoever you want."

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will never get over the fact that Avery and Bristleblaze are together. man, he took your nuts