#Guard Cats au

[spinnysocks]

The Lion Guard au where it's warrior cats & all the different species are individual clans, with the exception of adopted family or friend groups (for example: chama, mzaha, and furaha) and loners (for example: bunga and fuli).

the real reason kion is doing full day shifts protecting the pridelands is because of a stupid warrior cats-style prophecy, that obviously includes fuli, bunga, beshte and ono. The Five Apprentices, if you will

they are constantly taking on other, older apprentices (like janja's clan) and even full-grown adult cats (like the crocodiles, vultures, and jackals). all because some silly star cats told them to. looking at you mufasa

lionclan is the most powerful clan with the most powerful and respected leader (thunderclan-coded fr) however he is doing jackshit to help his teenage son and his friends who are fighting every fucking day while he sits at pride rock. average warrior cats plotline am i right

also props to lionclan for nepotism in leader roles 👍

the clans live in relative harmony but there is a divide in the general territory where the Pridelands are connected to "starclan" and the Outlands are connected to the "dark forest", at least until jasiri becomes leader

instead of savannah summits there's full-moon gatherings with ALL the clans (i'm thinking the Outlands are allowed to attend eventually, for even more drama), which is pretty much a night of stress for everyone because i can imagine it's lots of disagreements and arguments lmao

i have some more ideas but this is the basis. don't mind me just combining my two favourite xenofictions into one cursed au >:)

also, everyone who has also made a warrior cats x tlg crossover i love you /pl

[shittyutmv]

Hmmm maybe Ink just needs to be ironed out

ok got it. whats the next step? (context) ink by comyet //+ scrapped ver. under the cut!

blue/swap by popcornpr1nce dream by jokublog core frisk by dokudoki

[sunshine-cat]

har harhaharharhar harharharharharhar

[mangotelevision]

warrior garroth and his apprentice zenix

[theanoninyourinbox]

Graystripe's Heart (or Hope's Beginning)

The (Short) Return Of Bloodclan and Redemption of ???

Shortly after the rescue of Darkkit, Rogues begin being spotted on the outskirts of the Clans.  Windclan claims someone is stealing prey, Riverclan smells intruders on the borders, and worst of all, Shadowclan has detected Bloodclan scent on the Thunderpath.  So Longstar sends Graystripe (still mourning his mother) and Sandstorm to find out the truth, with Fireheart demanding to come along – the Stars say it’s important!

So the three cats set off to Fireheart’s old Twoleg Den, meeting Smudge and his new mate Hattie.  The two Kittypets tell the Can cats about the return of Bloodclan under a cat named Fury – but also of a pair of cats making a peaceful group, and trying to dismantle Bloodclan as well.  The new unnamed Clowder’s leaders are unknown, save that they’re a scarred tom and a brown molly.

The Kittypets and Clan cats are interrupted by Gremlin and Scraps, siblings from the Unnamed Clowder, warning that Bloodclan Recruiters are chasing the pair of them.  The Clan Cats hide under the edge of the Twoleg den with Gremlin, and a cat named Snake attempts to attack Smudge and Hattie for protecting Scraps.  Hattie slaps the crap out of Snake, but a few more Bloodclan cats appear, and Scraps tries to surrender himself to save the Kittypets (and his hidden sister). But a twisted, gravely snarl sends the Bloodclanners running, and a heavily scarred tom approaches a relieved Scraps.

A highly familiar black striped gray tabby, with a horrid scar on his throat.

--DARKSTRIPE?!?!?--

Graystripe bolts from under the Twoleg den, with Sandstorm and Fireheart nearly riding his frazzled tail.  The former Clan cat goes bushy with startlement as they approach, but Fireheart keeps Graystripe and Sandstorm from tearing him apart.  Scraps, very confused, identifies Darkstripe as the Unnamed Clowder’s tom leader, and Gremlin chirps that he ran off her abusive former mate!  Full of conflicting emotions, Graystripe demands an explanation, and Darkstripe wheezes out, with tears in his eyes…how sorry he is.  But he won’t fight them, he probably deserves what’s coming – and Fireheart cuts him off.  Let’s talk somewhere else, somewhere safer.  Darkstripe nods, and after Fireheart extracts a promise from Sandstorm to not just kill her former Clanmate the second his back is turned, the scarred tomcat leads the Clan Cats and the siblings into the Twoleg Territory.

After some Very Tense Travel, the group comes to an abandoned Twoleg den, the walls covered in strange Twoleg berrypaint art.  Darkstripe leads them to a small opening, guarded by a pair of scraggly but friendly cats.  They greet Darkstripe and the siblings with unashamed friendliness, and the Clan cats are surprised to find themselves greeted with similar cheer.  After introductions are made, Hazard and Snaggle let everyone into the Den.

Inside is a well set-up camp, with obvious dens for nursing parents and kits, elders being cared for by a few younger cats, and a prey pile, with freshkill and a cat dismantling a large bird.  Darkstripe is greeted warmly, and the Clan Cats are experiencing a great deal of emotions.  Sandstorm is still rightfully angry – Darkstripe tried to kill Sorrelkit!  Fireheart is wary but hopeful – maybe Darkstripe has changed?  These cats seem to think highly of him!  And Graystripe?

Graystripe wonders who Darkstripe really is.  Because the cat he sees is NOTHING like the older brother he thought had died at his claws.  The older brother he loved still, somewhere deep inside.

A brown colorpoint molly greets Darkstripe, and introduces herself as Sasha.  The pair sit the Clan cats down in a private alcove and explain what’s happened.  Darkstripe was groomed by Tigerclaw (Darkstripe and Sasha both refusing to add the Star even sarcastically to his name) and was rescued from the battlefield by an injured Sasha, who was looking for Tigerclaw as well.  She had been his secret mate (to which Sandstorm shudders at) and had realized how horrible a cat Tigerclaw truly was only after her injury.  The two of them had healed from their respective injuries – Sasha only stating it was Tigerclaw’s fault – and had tried to go on together.  But there were so many cats that needed help, and with Darkstripe’s Clan knowledge and Sasha’s kind nature, they had formed a Clowder.  Somewhere that they could atone for their sins and make a better future for street cats.  Sandstorm demands to know if that should keep her claws out of Darkstripe’s hide, and Fireheart has to jump on her to stop it, but Graystripe pushes forward.

You’re sorry. Yes, Darkstripe tearily mewls. 

You’re sorry for Sorrel. Yes, he states clearly.

For Bramble and Tawny.  Yes, he sighs.

For Stonefur, for Fireheart.  Yes! Darkstripe sputters.

For mother?  YES!  He yowls!

For ME?!

YES!!! Darkstripe screams, raspy and broken.

And Graystripe LUNGES.

He catches Darkstripe in a tight embrace and sobs.

Mother will be so proud of you in Starclan.  I’m so proud of you.

Sandstorm sputters from under the (teeny tiny itty bitty) weight of Fireheart as the brothers weep into each other’s fur, one more wound of Tigerclaw’ wickedness beginning to heal.

Sasha asks Fireheart and Sandstorm for advice off to the side, as she’s no Healer or Brawler, but some cats have been interested, and would they mind giving advice while they’re here?  Sandstorm startling agrees, with Fireheart patting her on the shoulder cheerily.  The pair head off with Sasha, leaving the brothers some privacy.

By the time Graystripe and Darkstripe have pulled themselves together, it’s dusk, and Sandstorm and Fireheart have been busy.  Fireheart has a group of cats huddled around a Queen and her kits and Gremlin, listing the signs of kit diseases, and Sandstorm is running a group training session, with Scraps actually knocking down a cat larger than him to wild and enthusiastic cheering.  Graystripe joins a group of cats fixing up some nests, lending a paw and some advice, and Darkstripe leans on Sasha, drained but finally whole in some small way.  Fireheart calls the Clowder a hope for the future and a good place to rest, and Gremlin loudly proclaims they should be the Hope Clowder!  The cry is taken up, and the Unnamed Clowder becomes the Hope’s Rest Clowder (Hope Clowder for short).

The Clan Trio stays the night, and the next morning are awoken by Snaggle hollering that Bloodclan is on the move.  Everyone wakes quickly, and the Clowder Cats barricade the entrance, leaving only a peephole.  A group of Bloodclan cats are headed straight for Thunderclan! 

Sandstorm demands that the Clan Cats leave to warn the Clans, but startlingly some Hope Clowder Cats ask Darkstripe and Sasha if they can help take down Bloodclan there as well – they’re weaker spread out in two places, and there are cats that need rescuing from Bloodclan’s clutches!  Fireheart tells Graystripe and Sandstorm to go warn the Clans, and asks if he can help the Clowder rescue the prisoners.  Darkstripe agrees, and Graystripe charges his brother with protecting the cat he once tried to kill.

Sandstorm and Graystripe escort a small group of Hope Clowder Cats to the border of Thunderclan, and Graystripe rushes ahead to warn Longstar ahead of the approaching Bloodclan cats.  Graystripe yowls out his warning to the Camp Guards, who repeat the warning as cats begin scrambling to battle and defense positions.  Longstar asks where Sandstorm and Fireheart are, my guy they BETTER be fine, and Graystripe assures him they are, just as the first Bloodclan cat leaps over the camp wall. 

Chaos ensues, but suddenly Sandstorm and her volunteers charge the Bloodclanners from behind, scattering the Bloodclan Rogues.  Fury is downed by a furious (HA) Flamewish, who bodily throws the molly over the camp wall, with her living followers rushing away.  Sandstorm keeps the Thunderclanners from attacking the Hope Clowder cats, and they view the Clan with awe and curiosity.  Graystripe and Sandstorm tell Longstar and Flamewish what’s going on, with the Hope Clowder cats chiming in.  Flamewish is Very Concerned about Darkstripe, but Hazard, who came with the Hope Battle Patrol, tells her the story of how Darkstripe saved her from an attacking Bloodclan patrol, and nursed her back to health.  This placates Flamewish, but she still worries about her brother…

Meanwhile--

The rescue Patrol comes to the nearly unguarded Bloodclan encampment, a seemingly abandoned Carrionplace with thin woven silvery reeds forming a strong wall.  Scraps leads the rescuers to a hole in the Carrionplace wall, and everyone slides through with relative ease, save one cat losing some long fur.  They approach a small, enclosed area, with a Twoleg-made Dog Den and several Bloodclan cats guarding the area.  Darkstripe leads half of the patrol to attack the guards, while Sasha and Fireheart lead the other half to rescue the prisoners.

It goes relatively smoothly, with the only hiccup being a guard going for the smaller Fireheart.  The guard later regrets this decision, leaving with less ear and more scarred skin that he started with.  The rescue patrol leads the injured cats back to Hope’s Rest, and after treating them, Fireheart finds himself alone with Sasha.  And finds he has to ask her something.  He’s noticed something important and…

What happened to your kits?

Sasha buckles, and begs Fireheart to not tell a soul – only Darkstripe knows about them.  She had three kits by Tigerclaw, and after losing one of them, and leaving the others somewhere safe, she went to find – and perhaps wound – the cat who hurt her so.  Only to find Tigerclaw dead, and another cat near death, with her pain in his eyes.  Fireheart swears to never tell anyone, save under pain of death.  She sighs, and wonders where her little Tadpole went after his death, and Fireheart tells her of the Afterlives that Starclan knows of.  She weeps then, in relief – he’ll be waiting for her.

After making sure all the patients are stable, Snaggle escorts Fireheart to Thunderclan, and after a quick reunion, the Hope’s Rest Clowder cats head home, laden with herbs and cuttings and instructions and a new ally. Bloodclan is scattered, nevermore to gather the same power again, and all is quiet for a time.

(And in Riverclan, a brown and white tom sleeps peacefully next to a golden brown molly, safe and sound)

(And elsewhere, a black and grey tom rests safely)

(ALIVE)

[kari-go]

Lady Fox, Sun Guard, Tartaruga Noir

The trio unified with their main and the first miraculous they find.

[jaybirdsandbabybats]

// tw blood //

yeah teachers satosugu is fun but how bout cult leaders satosugu

[pomellon]

One of my favorite tidbits about the cat au is how Sapnap will almost always be on Dream’s right to cover his friend’s blind side, which is the reason why all of Sapnap’s scars are on the right side of his body. Almost all of them are from protecting Dream’s weakest point and making sure no enemies take advantage of it.

Dream does learn to protect himself fine on his own as they grow older, but Sapnap usually keeps the habit of sticking to Dream’s right side <3

[hershelwidget]

I need to show y’all this fauckin. Creature

Errrmm basically What if The Gups. Were more Animal than Vehicle. ignore the name change btw

[doyouknowthemossinman]

blep

the other companion piece to the holiday fic i wrote for the kga <3 here's clover and her idiot father i love them to pieces

[the fic]

[the near and dear to my heart inspiration]

[spinnysocks]

sketch of warrior cats au dogo i made in uh . february apparently :} not gonna finish it so i'm letting him free! he's an itty bitty kitten

[screaming-universe]

here's another snippet @cannibalhellhound :3

🐈‍⬛ Cat Burglar

“Can you hear that?” Lena asked and sat up. Dull hoof beats were steadily becoming louder. It sounded like they were on their way towards the castle. “That’s what– five or six horses?” Hen guessed. “I’d say six,” Bobby said. They had just saddled their horses when the first horse stepped out of the mist. Buck closed the last buckle and turned around to look. Quickly more horses followed until there were six in total, walking along the road twenty feet away from them. “What did I say?” Hen muttered. All of them had stopped whatever they were doing to look at the quiet procession. There were three hunters with green clothes and fine equipment that would have marked them as hunters of the Duchess even if they didn’t wear the Duchess’s coat of arms on their vests. The other three riders were guards wearing light armour. Then Buck noticed: there were six horses and six riders but seven people. A guard who looked like he was easily taller than Buck and about twice as broad wasn’t wearing his dark blue cloak. Instead it looked as if he had used it to bundle something up that was suspiciously formed like a human. With one hand he held the reigns, with the other he held onto the bundle – almost cradled it. His horse was heavy, closely related to drafting horses if Buck had to guess, and apparently it had no trouble carrying two people.  “Is he awake yet?” a hunter asked. The tall guard looked down at his bundle. “No,” he said. “But the night was stressful for him. And you having shot an arrow into his leg didn’t make it any better.” The hunter scoffed. “We wouldn’t have been able to catch him otherwise,” she said. “Who knows what would have happened if we had lost him.” “As long as you are the one who explains that to the Duchess,” the guard answered before the first rider shushed him. She had noticed them standing in the bushes. A moment passed, then she nodded at them. They nodded back, hoping that would be the whole of their interaction. And luckily it was. Apparently the man they were transporting was more important than a group of travellers standing in the bushes. “What do you think that was about?” Chimney asked when the party of guards and hunters had disappeared into the fog again. “Didn’t sound like they were talking about an escape criminal, did it?” Hen commented. “No, it sounded like they cared,” Lena said. “And like the Duchess cares. Maybe he is one of her relatives?” “Why would they shoot a relative of the Duchess though?” Bobby commented. “That doesn’t make any sense.” Buck was still staring at the spot where the riders had disappeared. He hoped that the mountain lion was alright. And that the strange, apparently unconscious man was alright.

[dreamingblacktabby]

Camp Guards

Alright, because I never make it far enough into my AU to reach this point, I want to explain camp guards.

It is a position created by Cinderpaw/hop(Cinderpelt) after she struggles with warrior training after her leg injury.

Explanation is going to be long so it will be under the cut.

Inspiration and history (If you don't want to read about how Cinderpaw created the position, just skip to the next section)

After Cinderpaw's leg injury, she finds herself questioning her position in ThunderClan and starts to consider becoming a healer(medicine cat) because she finds she actually enjoys working with herbs. She however, does not want to be stuck abiding to the rule of healers not taking a mate or having kits and so Fireheart agrees to stay as her mentor and try to help her remain a warrior. He introduces Cinderpaw to WindClan's deputy, Hopfoot(Deadfoot) so he can possibly give her advice on how to work with her leg injury so she would be able to hunt and fight again.

After speaking with Hopfoot, Cinderpaw learns of WindClan warriors being divided into two different ranks, Moor Runners and Tunnelers. This gives Cinderpaw the idea to create a secondary rank for ThunderClan warriors, one that better accommodates her needs and limitations.

Given that Cinderpaw still very much enjoys herbs and healing, she starts with trying to create a middle area so that she can do both warrior and healer duties. Spottedleaf and Yellowfang do train Cinderpaw a lot of basics about healing while Fireheart continues to try and teach her how to hunt and fight.

Soon after Tigerclaw's exile, Cinderpaw recognizes that ThunderClan camp has on several occasions been left almost completely unguarded because so many cats have been out on patrols, out hunting, or out training. This gives Cinderpaw the idea to have her new ranks involve having cats specifically tasked with making sure the camp always had cats around to protect it. She quickly ropes Princess into this to join her and they set about figuring out how to incorporate this idea. This is also where Cinderpaw comes up with the idea for her rank to be called Camp Guards.

After the fire sweeps through ThunderClan territory and destroys the camp, Cinderpaw is one of the cats working the hardest to help rebuild. She very quickly realizes how often dens have needed fixing in the past and figures she can incorporate this into her new rank as well.

When Cinderpaw finally earns her warrior name she requests to be named Cinderhop in honor of Hopfoot for inspiring her to create her own path. She is formally recognized as the first ThunderClan camp guard alongside Princess(warrior name still pending).

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Duties

All Camp guards must have had basic battle training as well as basic knowledge of herbs and healing. They are in charge of basic camp maintenance and upkeep, as well as ensuring the camp is never left unguarded, day or night.

Battle training: All cats must be able to defend themselves in case of an invasion. They are in charge of ensuring the camp is never left unguarded thus meaning they may be the only cats in camp if an invasion takes place while most warriors are out. If more cats arrive in camp or there are already plenty of cats still around, camp guards are not required to fight.

Herbal and healing knowledge: All cats are required to know basic healing. This allows them to help the healer(s) after a big battle or an incident where many cats have been injured. They can help tend to cats with lesser injuries so the healer can focus on cats with grievous or terrible injuries. They can also help out when there's a sickness outbreak in camp if the healer(s) are overwhelmed.

Building and repairs: Camp Guards are in charge of upkeep of dens and the walls around camp. They are in charge of fixing leaks in dens, adding additions to dens that are too small, ensuring the walls around camp are well kept and strong, as well as ensuring elders dens are clean when there are few or no apprentices.

Guarding: Camp guards are allowed to leave camp to hunt and patrol if they wish but their main duty is to ensure the camp is always safe. They makes rounds around camp to check the walls around camp and check for anything unusual, like a predator's scent or an enemy clan cat that has gotten too close. They are also in charge of night watch of the camp. They always get a break from night watch when a new warrior holds their silent vigil, and if all the camp guards need a break or another warrior wants to take up the watch, a normal warrior can take up the duty. It is the duty of the head Camp guard to ensure there is always a cat on night watch.

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Becoming a Camp Guard

Camp Guards are very similar to Perm-queens, as a cat may choose to become a camp guard long after their warrior training is over, or they can choose to become a normal warrior for any personal reasons. There is no special ceremony for cats who become Camp Guards, but they can choose to have it announced to the whole clan if they wish.

A cat can choose to become a temporary Camp Guard if they are injured and need time to heal, or if the injury is permanent, give them time to adjust to the injury. Temporary Camp Guards are not required to have any herbal or healing knowledge, unless they later decide to become an official Camp Guard.

Feel free to send me an ask if anything is unclear or you want me to expand on something. Also feel free to use this for your own AUs or whatever.

[mud-castle]

So i just spend the last 10 hours consuming everything about your dark mirror Au and i just have one question...

When will we kill the dogs?

woah

Woah

WOAH

Who said anything about killing dogs?

Speaking of which I gotta rewrite those dogs cause they complicate some things...

[theanoninyourinbox]

The Offensive/Defensive Roles in The New Longstar AU

The Brawler

Brawlers are those who hone their fighting abilities to their peak, but also their diplomatic skills as well.  A good Brawler knows how to end a fight before it starts, settling ruffled fur and sending both parties away mollified if not content.  But in a battle, the Brawlers are at the forefront of both offense and defense.  Working closely with Healers, they know just where to strike a cat to wound, cripple, or kill.  Brawlers are carefully watched by their leaders and clanmates for signs that they enjoy battles -too- much, for a bloodthirsty Brawler is a curse on their Clan.

The Hunters and The Trackers

Hunters are those who bring fresh prey to the camp, and Trackers are those who find the prey.  Many cats group these roles into one, and many a Hunter is also a Tracker, but there are some major differences.

Hunters do the killing of many kinds of prey, but they also clean and butcher their kills for ease of consumption and storage in Leafbare.  They are encouraged to take the prey apart (out of the sight of predatory birds and impressionable kits) to discover better ways to bring them down.  A great Hunter may know the difference between a sparrow and a finch by taste alone, how to bring down a squirrel without making a sound, and the proper way to pluck a rabbit so the fur is useable later.

A Tracker knows everything about the prey in their territory, and nearly as much about the dangerous predators lurking about.  They know the locations of every nest and each burrow, and which animal lives in each.  Their keen noses can pick up the scent of fox from far away, and their claws know just where to aim on a badger to send them reeling.

The Patroller

Patrollers keep the territory well marked and well mapped.  Each tree or rock or grassy knoll or riverbend is inspected with care, and when something drastic changes, the Patroller is there to find out -why-.  Often bringing Trackers or Brawlers with them, the casual observer may just see a hunting party, but Patrollers are there to see that their Clan, and their neighboring Clans, stay where they’re supposed to.

The Camp Guard

Camp Guards are the backbone of camp-keeping, the supply line that keeps everything both tidy and prepared for trouble.  They line nests with fresh moss and soft materials, either locating the materials themselves or getting Patrollers to find the best moss spots.  Camp Guards weave the den walls strong and keep the well maintained, repairing with clever paws and strong jaws.  They clear out the bones of old prey, and if ever a piece were to go bad, they bring that to the Herbalists for extra compost.  They’re the first line of defense in an attack on their Clan’s camp, and often learn some Brawler moves to supplement their training.

The Nursery Guard

Nursery Guards are sometimes interchangeable with Camp Guards, having many of the same duties, but specialize in kit-care and elder care.  They give badger rides to the squealing kits when the queens and kings are tired.  They clean elders of ticks and fleas when the cherished retirees can’t reach.  Nursery Guards train with Brawlers to better defend their charges, but also with Healers to spot any sign of illness before it becomes fatal.

The Warrior

A Warrior learns a little of all these roles, for a Warrior -is- all the roles.  They track and hunt; they stop fights with words and end fights with force; they patrol and guard camp and watch over the helpless.  To be a Warrior is to know many things, and keep them from being overwhelming to others, for an overworked Camp Guard may leave a wall too thin, a Tracker miss a hawk circling, or a Nursery Guard ignore a cough that becomes so much worse.  A Warrior is the ultimate role for many a cat, but there is no shame in specializing.

[dark-elf-writes]

Had a thought about some weird magical fuck up leaving the party with a child Tav for a few days (and trying desperately to keep them alive when most of them are terrible with children) but then I realized

My Tav is a Drow.

This band of half domesticated fuck ups who are one wrong move away from destroying the world either accidentally or on purpose would have a feral child who is terrified of the sky and can’t look at any light brighter than a low burning campfire without shrieking AND who may or may not also be terrified of Astarion because he has red eyes and the only people they would know with red eyes are Lolth sworn Drow.

And now I really really want to write it.