#LET STARCLAN BE UNFAIR ON PURPOSE

[bonefall]

do you think you’ll keep the part about Needle ultimately sacrificing her life to save Violet? it was one of the few deaths in the series that actually tugged at my heartstrings, and it sucked that nothing ever internally came of it for Violet

ABSOLUTELY 100%, I wouldn't dream of axxing that part. What I want to do with it, in particular, is deeply reframe it.

Needletail gives her life for Violet, dies trying to atone for a massive mistake she made in supporting Darktail from the beginning and keeping Mistfeather's murder to herself, but... that doesn't make up for what she's done.

They were all young and mislead. Needletail never should have been responsible for another child; but she'll demand for Rowanstar to back up her claim out of entitlement. She realizes that she's done something awful by separating the sisters, and lands them all in trouble by having them meet secretly. She loves Darktail's capricious rules and how they can control others together-- until the rules apply to her too.

And Violetshine deals with that, forever. She's actually ending up in a polycule in BB; with Tree and with Dragonfly. She has a hard time trusting anyone outside of her mateships. Her adopted siblings adore her and miss her, but she can't handle ever going home because of what ShadowClan and The Kin did to her.

Needletail died for her, after living a selfish life. She was her best friend and the reason why her life was a living hell. A grand gesture can't make up for all that.

What I like about them is how painful and complicated that is... and how little time it takes for Violetshine to suddenly be the same age as Needletail was when she died. They were both just kids. And Needletail never truly became an adult.

[handhelld]

TELL US ABOUT UR FURRY OCS

ough AUGH UH- I HAVE A LOT?? I HAVE A LOTTA OCS??

I've been posting a lot about Ant though recently- my warrior cat oc and hes my absolute babygirl

Ant is part of a rp group ive been in for awhile now!! i left it around a year ago for some personal reasons n recently came back to it.

Ant is a former clancat who grew up during a big "nightmares come to life" event, and by the time he was an apprentice- he had an unhealthy fear of fighting and death and the outside world. Of the 3 clans in the group, his clan is the most fighting oriented- so nobody around him shared the sentiment. Fighting with zero regard for their health.

He ends up coming into contact with this otherworldly god- one that only he could hear or see. A lot is unknown about this god, but he promised him something he desperately needed in this time- love. The Elder God's messanger, Brother Archibald (a three eyed fox) is his guiding force and contact with his god. He worships him in exchange for safety and "Love in his embrace".

During a battle- He watches his leader die and lose a life and is fucking mortified when Beetlestar gets back up shakes it off and keeps fighting. He urges his leader to stop- end the violence, but he doesn't. He tells the apprentice that it is a leaders purpose to die for their clan.

Soon after this, He has a fucking episode. Running away in search of answers and guidance. He eventually decides to leave the clan and live as a rogue- finding freedom without starclan and the warrior code forcing him into fighting and dying for a clan that lives to fight and die.

He meets a friendly rogue named Caterpillar that he bonds to immediately- found family when hes just abandoned everything. Ant continues to live happily and carefree as a rogue but as time goes on, he sees clancats suffering like he did. Sees them spreading their ideology like a sickness to kits like he was.

His ideology begins to intensify and Ant only becomes more and more extreme in his beliefs and hatred. It festers and grows and consumes him. He and some rogues go and attack Beetlestar and a few of his family members, accusing them of spreading their sick ideology- They lose badly- and Ant just feels humiliated and abandoned.

He and Caterpillar leave the valley after this- leave the territiories and their former home. As Ant strays further and further away- he stops hearing from Brother Archibald and the god he had sworn loyalty to. He and his brother live life happily again- just like when Ant had first become a rogue- until suddenly his brother vanishes without a trace. Abandoning him.

Ant waits for days alone, hoping his brother would come back, but he never does. He festers and stews in his despair- the unfairness of it all. First his god had abandoned him.... now his brother.... Hes frantic for awhile- and when he spots a fox, he approaches it believing it to be archibald answering his prayers- only to find its an actual fox.

Ant fucking gets his shit kicked in and also mauls the fox in return- screaming at it for being an imposter. When he wakes up, a friendly stray named Crow has patched him up. Crow regales a tale of how he left home and the ones who loved him in search of a new world- how he regretted it and how it only left him with pain and heartbreak. He advises Ant that he go back to whoever loves him and never let them go.

It's then that Ant realizes that his God had never abandoned him- he had abandoned them. He travels back to the valley with a new purpose- he refused to run and be a coward any longer. He would reconcile with The Elder God and earn his favor once more- and he would finish what he started in curing the clans of their sickness.

[iliketowritefantasygirl]

Chapter One

Unedited, the only proof reading it had was via Microsoft Word grammar check, and basically just a mad dash to get words out.

Summary: The newly named Loststar has to choose a deputy for her new Clan before time runs out.

Word count: 1,813

53 moons after the birth of Cinder and Rune

“So?” Loststar stirred from her sleep, her fur soaked from falling asleep in the mist coming from the ever-raging waterfall in front of her. Moon Falls, she reminded herself. She turned her head to find her two medicine cats, Willowpelt and Dapplefur, looking at her anxiously. “Did it work? Are you our leader?”

Loststar rose, chuckling to herself. Her muscles were sore, and she shivered as the night air hit her wet fur. Though her body felt physically as if she were recovering from a sickness, her mind felt stronger than ever. “StarClan or not, I'd still be your leader.”

“Okay, but did you get your lives?” Dapplefur asked impatiently, her cloudy eyes unfocused and set somewhere to the right of Loststar.

Loststar chuckled. “Loststar. I'm Loststar now. Leader of DappledClan.”

Dapplefur's fur rose. “So, they told you the same thing? To name the Clan after me?”

“They told me the same thing,” Willowpelt admitted. She suddenly perked up. “Oh! Lost—Loststar! When you received your lives...did you see...?”

Heather. Loststar sighed. I wish she were still here to see us. All of us. “I swore an oath of silence. I can't speak of what went on, unless they wished me to, like with the naming of DappledClan.”

“Come on. We need to get back to appoint a deputy.” Dapplefur beckoned the two towards the camp.

“I wish I could make you my deputy,” Loststar meowed as she caught up to and passed the blind she-cat, resting her tail on her shoulder and gently steering her towards the correct direction. “You know so much more about this than anyone else. Why do you have to be a medicine cat?”

“Well, the tail on my shoulder should be a clear enough indication,” Dapplefur explained. Loststar contemplated moving her tail, until she had to steer Dapplefur away from a tree. “The forest is a dangerous place. I'm not used to being blind. I'm just...far more useful as a medicine cat.”

“You don't know anything about herbs,” Loststar pointed out bluntly. “I'm fairly sure I know more about healing than you do.”

“I can learn!” Dapplefur bristled. She paused. “Besides, we still have Goldenclaw. He may be subpar as a deputy, but he may be all we got.”

Loststar bit her tongue. She looked to the moon. It wasn't at its highest point of the night, but it was moving quick. Her paws itched to speed up the patrol, but she knew it would be unfair to Dapplefur, who was still learning her way around the forest.

Eventually they got back to find the camp mostly asleep. They were greeted at the entrance by Goldenclaw and Cinderpool. “Losteye!”

“Loststar, now,” Loststar corrected as she entered the camp. Ashpool was keep a vigilant eye on the tunnel watch and on the dens around her. Scarredpelt sat close next to her, leaning close to her ear and alerting her. She turned her head and noticed as Loststar left Dapplefur and Willowpelt to chat with the tunnel watch.

“You're back,” she pointed out, trotting up to Loststar.

“I can trust you kept things under control while I was gone?” Loststar asked, but she already knew the answer. Ashpool knew the most about Loststar's duties and she often did them whenever Loststar left camp.

“Yes, of course,” Ashpool insisted, still she looked dumbfounded. “Where were you; what happened?”

“The Moon Falls. North of here. I got my nine lives and my leader name,” Loststar explained. “Loststar.”

Ashpool's eyes sparkled with wonder. “Loststar,” she echoed. “Nine lives. There's always something more to completing a Clan. What's next?”

“A deputy,” Loststar answered. “A second in command who I can trust to lead my Clan when I die.”

“That sounds important,” Ashpool meowed nonchalantly, but yearning shone in her eyes. “You should probably choose someone older and wiser. Like Goldenclaw, or Scarredpelt, o-or Tigerstripe...”

“I don't have long to decide.” Loststar looked up to find the moon at its highest point. It's now or never. She looked back down and made eye contact with her daughter. Loststar's heart leaped. She knew exactly who to choose. “Ashpool, gather the masses.”

Ashpool nodded and disappeared into the nearest den. Scarredpelt followed her lead and poked his head into Snowfeather's den. Loststar jumped atop the oak branch above her den, her small Clan beginning to gather underneath her. There were so few cats she could count how many there were and knew by instinct when they were all out.

First order of business is my new name,” Loststar began, addressing the cats. They perked their ears and gave curious flicks of the tail. Boulderfang whispered something to Cinderpool and she shushed him. “As I am the new leader of DappledClan, our Clan, it is tradition that my name is changed to Loststar.”

The cats mumbled words of wonderment. Some didn't get it, but still they were supportive. “I want to be leader!” Loststar heard Juniperkit's soft but excited mewl. “I wanna be Juniperstar!” She was quickly hushed by Snowfeather, who gave a few words of encouragement afterwards.

“Second order of business is choosing a deputy before it's too late,” Loststar quickly explained, silencing the Clan. “I say this before StarClan, so that they, and my Clan, may accept my choice. The first deputy of DappledClan will be Ashpool.”

Ashpool's closest friends congratulated her, excitedly bumping her and pushing her around. The young warrior looked shocked but her eyes gleamed.

However, Dapplefur looked disgruntled and Goldenclaw looked downright worried. Loststar puffed her chest out. She knew her choice and she felt it was the best one.

“Celebrate, DappledClan. We're finally a Clan. All of us, wandering spirits, looking for somewhere to belong. We belong, now. And we have a purpose,” Loststar spoke, watching as cats inflated with pride. “You are all dismissed.”

The cats split ways and excitedly chatted on their way back to the den. As Loststar jumped down, she was immediately surrounded by Ashpool, Cinderpool, and Scarredpelt. “Loststar – thank you so much!” She purred. “I always aspired to take care of the Clan after you!”

“I wish Mom could have seen her,” Cinderpool interjected, her voice happy but reserved. “Seen us.”

Loststar's heart sank. She yearned to tell them the truth. Of who their mother truly was. “Me too,” she sighed. “I would give anything.”

“Loststar.” The group turned to find Dapplefur, Goldenclaw, and Willowpelt standing together with stern looks on their faces. “Can we speak? Alone?”

“Three against one hardly seems fair,” Loststar insisted, turning away from her daughters and sitting towards the others. “What is it?”

“Ashpool is a very responsible cat,” Willowpelt began, her tail flicking thoughtfully. “But she's...young. There...are others who know their way around the forest better, who have more moons of knowing how to survive, of how to hold responsibility...”

Loststar looked over to Ashpool. Her youthful excitement had faded, and her face fell at the criticism. Loststar's claws unsheathed in anger. “I know no one else better for the position,” she insisted, turning back to the three. “I've taught her everything she knows. I've taught her everything I know. Nobody here knows what I go through like she does. I'm not just some biased m –”

Loststar froze. She had hoped the others didn't notice how she almost slipped on her words.

“I can get your concerns. And I can assure you, in the future, the code will be followed, and Ashpool will choose a warrior who has mentored an apprentice.”

Dapplefur let out a defeated sigh. “I suppose you're right.”

“I think she's a fine choice,” Goldenclaw admitted quietly. “Some may think I was the obvious choice but...Ashpool knows these woods and these cats far more than I ever will.”

“I'm just...worried,” Dapplefur finally admitted with a sigh. “We...Goldenclaw, Darkfoot, and I, just came from Clans that fell apart because of one bad choice atop another. Not that Ashpool was a bad choice, I just fear she was...a rushed choice.”

“The choice was made quickly,” Ashpool pointed out timidly.

“What are you insinuating?” Cinderpool demanded. Scarredpelt let out a small noise of agreement. “Honestly, Ashpool, you're letting these outsiders change your mind about a position you've had for moons before they even arrived?”

“Cinderpool!” Loststar scolded, though Ashpool brightened up from her pep talk. “Nobody here is an outsider. We are all from DappledClan.”

Cinderpool didn't say anything but she lashed her tail. “Loststar is right,” Scarredpelt agreed. “We are a family now. And Loststar's decision was not rushed, but something that built up after moons.”

“Thank you Scarredpelt. Now, it's past moon high. Get back to your dens, all of you,” Loststar ordered. “Yes, even you two, Goldenclaw and Cinderpool. You held entrance watch for long enough. I'll find someone else to do it.”

“I'll do it,” Scarredpelt volunteered.

“No, not you or Ashpool either,” Loststar insisted. “You sat with her all night while waiting for my return. You're both aware you didn't need to do that? To accompany Ashpool?”

They both flattened their ears and sheepishly shuffled their paws, as if they were a couple of kits being teased. Loststar purred. “Come on,” Ashpool ordered quietly, beckoning Cinderpool and Scarredpelt to follow her back to the warriors' den.

“Goodnight Loststar,” Willowpelt purred, turning and leaving to the medicine cat den.

“I'll catch up with you,” Dapplefur called back to Willowpelt. Loststar's stomach dropped.

“You didn't just send her away so you could lecture me on my choice, have you?” Loststar asked skeptically.

“You're about double my age, Loststar. I think I'm past lecturing you now,” Dapplefur pointed out. “No lecturing here, anyway. I'm just here to remind you that next full moon is our first Gathering.”

“You told Runestar our meeting point?” Loststar asked. She paused. “...he is Runestar now, correct?”

“If not now, soon,” Dapplefur answered with a shrug. “And yes, we told him.”

“Very good.” Loststar nodded slowly. “Ah, Dapplefur, before you join Willowpelt in the den, I just...wanted to thank you. For everything. For all the sacrifices you made. You've done more for me and my cats than I could ever thank you for.”

“Thank you, actually. Any sane cat would have heard our plight and dismissed us as being crazy,” Dapplefur purred. “Thanks to you, the generations after generations of Clan tradition is saved. You saved me and my cats, truthfully.”

Loststar was at a loss as she turned and watched Dapplefur slowly make her way back to her den. Had she really done such a monumental task? Her paws took her over to the warriors’ den. “Tigerstripe, Littleleap, on your paws. I need you two to watch the entrance.”

Without a word, they rose and made their way towards the familiar spot. Loststar made her way towards her den, and at last, plopped down into her nest. Sleep overcame her quickly.