#Moondapple

[sparksandstormss]

Everyone.

still one of my favorite peices, despite being made last october.

[rosehearts-forest]

Oh no. Moondapple has so much going on

:(

Moon 11, part 2 of 2.

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[p1nkm0ths]

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Junipermoon - @kurtiseater • star mushroombloom @taxiedermist • moondapple AmandaRGuthrie on twt• bogdive @assigned-k9

Beavercry - parrcepan on twt • rabbittail - @powderseas

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MOON 1

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. 

The pounding of Lionstar’s feet against the ground drummed along in sync to the fierce beating of her heart as she raced through the forest.

Being the leader of a Clan was a hard, and sometimes a suffocating task, but Lionstar wouldn’t give it up for anything. She was incredibly proud of her Clan and the mark they’ve made on the territories and the respect they’d earned from the other Clans. 

That being said, it was good to get away and breathe sometimes, even for only a few moments. 

Lionstar pushed her muscles harder, urging her legs to go faster and faster until she burst into a clearing near the edge of the territory. A lone tree stood across from her, its thick trunk and low branches begging to be climbed. How could she not indulge? 

She climbed higher and higher and higher and — snap. The thin branch buckled under her weight and disappeared. Lionstar yowled as she plummeted towards the forest floor, the only thing slowing her fall were more branches that broke as she barreled through them before she hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. 

Lionstar groaned, not daring to move in case something was broken. After a few more dizzy panic induced moments and confirming that nothing was broken, she slowly pushed herself to her feet. Still winded, she shook out her pelt, eager to get her breathing back to normal.

Thank StarClan no one was around to see that.

Snap. 

She smelt it’s foul stench before she saw it. Heard the snarl and lash of its tail before she turned around, coming face to face with dark russet fur and orange eyes. A fox. A huge fox. Lionstar was bigger than most of her peers and the older warriors, moons of well earned muscle hiding beneath her thick tortoiseshell pelt contributed to that, and this thing was still easily twice her size. 

Fox-dung. Literally. 

Lionstar flattened her ears and responded with a low threatening growl of her own while unsheathing her sharp claws. She wasn’t named after a lion for nothing. She would not back down from a challenge.

The crazed fox did not seem to like that one bit. It lunged wildly at her, and though Lionstar was well trained, she did just fall out of a tree, and the fox’s sheer size helped it land a few solid hits against her. But not enough. Lionstar fought off the creature with only a few bloody scratches to show for before it went fleeing into the underbrush.

─ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ─

“Lionstar!” Quailpelt gasped, “I smell blood. Did you get into a border skirmish?”

“Something like that.” She answered, flicking her tail and letting the last remaining droplets of blood fall into the dirt. “Fell into a fox den.”

If Quailpelt could facepalm, she would. “Of course you did. Moondapple’s gonna have a field day with you. Don’t you remember the ‘don't get into stupid fights’ speech she gave to Fallingstream, Silverhaze, and Halffox the other day?”

Lionstar chuckled inwardly. Moondapple, SleekClan’s incredibly talented and composed Medicine Cat had almost torn the three cats ears off, reaming them out for their childish behaviour, especially since Silverhaze and Fallingstream were three times Halffox’s senior, and older than Moondapple herself. Yet the pair were always getting into mischief, and had been since we were all kits. Roping in other cats was just part of their daily fun.

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Harestripe emerged with a yawn nap from the warriors den and a well-deserved nap. He stretched out his limbs, taking the clearing into view. The cats were few and far in between, most busy or out of camp, with the exception of a small group of warriors talking animatedly near the camp entrance. The group spotted him and one of the warriors slipped away from the group and came towards him.

“Harestripe!” The dusty brown she-cat called as she bounded over. “I’m leading a patrol with Daisychase and Halffox. Care to join us?”

“Thanks, Bluesight, but I’ll sit this one out. Three paws are better than four when hunting.” Harestripe said. “Too many cats scare off the prey.”

While the thought of racing alongside the younger warriors through the underbrush, hunting prey and chasing off other clans to no end, used to excite him, it now only reminded him of how sore his limbs would be that night in his nest. He sighed and made his way over to the fresh-kill pile. 

“Something the matter, Harestripe?” A voice said from behind him, jolting him out of his thoughts and the orange tom nearly leapt out of his fur. 

“Nothing really. Just a bit tired, is all.”

As if she could read his mind, Moondapple sighed. “Either you ask her, or your trips to my den will become more and more frequent, Harestripe, and she’ll do it without you asking. It's better if you save yourself the trouble.”

Lionstar had been grumpy all day — bed rest was not his leader's strong suit — and Harestripe was ready to take that as a sign from StarClan and not ask to retire. But Moondapple was right. It was getting harder to hide his trips to the she-cats den for various herbs to soothe his aching bones and help him sleep.

Harestripe sighed and pushed himself to his paws. “When did you go and get so wise?” He grumbled with a slight laugh. Moondapple simply smiled in return, and nodded in the direction of Lionstar’s den where the brown she-cat was emerging to presumably pace circles around the camp again.

“Lionstar? Could I get a word?”

“Harestripe, of course. What can I do for you?”

“I…I’d like to retire. Become an elder.”

Lionstar ground to a halt and nearly tripped over her own paws, face filled with surprise. “An elder? You’re not that old, Harestripe.”

“I feel the passing of moons in my bones and I’ve got grey in my muzzle, Lionstar. This past leaf-bare was harder than I’d like to admit. I thank you that you don’t see it, but I feel it.” Harestripe said, finishing with a small smile.

Lionstar gave a soft smile. “If it is your wish, how can I not honor it? When will you like me to announce it to the Clan?”

Harestripe snorted. “Before Quailpelt announces the Dawn Patrol warriors would be nice.” 

Lionstar laughed as they reached the base of the meeting rock in the centre of camp. “Very well. We’ll do it now, before the evening patrol as well.” She paused, mid hunch, and turned her head over her shoulder. “Last chance. Are you sure?”

Harestripe let out a long breath, and nodded. Lionstar nodded back and smiled, then jumped up to the top of the rock. “All cats swift under the stars, join me at the Grand Rock for a Clan Meeting!” 

Well, no going back now. Maybe Halffox would still let me in on that patrol later. Harestripe made his way over to sit at the base of the rock as he watched his clanmates gather in the small clearing. Moondapple was the last to join, and she gave a small nod of approval from in the crowd.

“This is not an announcement that I thought I’d be giving this evening, but I shall still honour it.” Lionstar began once the group had settled, then leapt gracefully down from the rock to stand facing the Clan. “Harestripe, step forwards. You have asked to retire, and I respect your decision. You have served SleekClan well as both a warrior and role model, and the Clan will miss your skills. Though you’ve left big paws to fill, we look forward to many more moons of wisdom from you in the Elders Den.”

Harestripe touched the young leader's nose. “Thank you, Lionstar.”

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“You can’t keep me in here forever, Moondapple.”

“It’s my job to keep you in here forever, Lionstar.”

“Oh yeah? Says who?”

“StarClan.” She quipped back matter-of-factly without looking back. Lionstar rolled her eyes, tail flicking boredly against the cool floor. The soft new-leaf breeze rustled the stray steams and leaves on the ground of the medicine cat den. Moondapple seemed to take no notice as she continued to sort the herbs slotted into the grooves of the inside of the fallen log.

The dark she-cat flicked her tail, attention never leaving the work in front of her. “I can feel your annoyance all the way over here, Lionstar.”

“What can I say, herb cataloging never appealed to me.”

Moondapple gave a snort as she turned. “Well, it’s about to. You can come help me gather goldenrod and cobwebs.”

“Oh now I’m allowed out of camp, just to help you.”

“You’re more than welcome to stay here.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

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After being den-confined for a day, the cool breeze blowing off the river was a welcome change to Lionstars fur. Ever since she became leader, there hadn’t been a day she’d never left camp, so she was relishing in the afternoon warmth outside.

“How’s your tail feeling?”

“Perfectly peachy. It’s my only injury, you know.”

“Lucky you.”

“Strange that such an experienced medicine cat as you would confine me over something so small.” Lionstar stated, holding Moondapples golden gaze with a sly smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you kept me in there just to hang out with me.”

“Right.” Moondapple paused so that they’d come nose to nose. “And last time I checked, you were the leader of SleekClan and really didn’t have to stay in there if you didn't want to, so if I didn't know any better, I’d say you stayed to hang out with me.”

“Touche.”

Moondapple smirked, something few and far in between, and continued down the trail to a ring of willow trees where most of the more common herbs grow. As the golden-eyed she-cat set about her work pruning and collecting herbs, Lionstar leapt up to the more low hanging branches above the goldenrod. A gap in the branches above her let the soft glow of the new-leaf sun warm her fur.

Lionstar rested her chin on her front paws, her tail swaying low in the wind, as she watched her friend go about her job. “Hey, Moondapple? There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you, by the way. I’ve been trying to make sense of it for some time now, but I can’t.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Moondapple hummed.

“A dream I had a few nights ago. While you were at the Half Moon Gathering.” Lionstar started, and saw Moondapple prick her ears which urged her to continue .“I was standing in the camp, and all the trees were replaced by clouds. I tried to walk through them, but it was like something was pushing me back. And then they all got swept away by a golden river.”

“Isn’t that curious.” Moondapple murmured. “I don’t think I know what that means.” She paused. “ Not yet anyways.”

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Silverhaze yelped, a stinging pain erupting in her cheek and neck. She practically leapt out of her nest and just nearly missed making a new hole in the tightly packed fern-fronds that made up the ceiling of the Warriors Den.

What in StarClan’s name was that? 

Peering down at the mossy green nest, a small brown clump stood out to her. A few, small brown clumps , actually. Thorns. Some cat put thorns in her nest. Silverhaze stuck her head outside the den and glared out across  the clearing, bright chrome eyes landing on Fallingstream, who was currently sharing tongues with Scorchfeather and Harestripe. The perfect alibi. Ever since the pair had gotten scolded by Moondapple, they’d taken to doing their mischief in a more … secretive fashion. A quiet prank war, if you will.

Silverhaze watched as Fallingstream looked up and straight at her, golden eyes glinting in the strong afternoon sun. He shot her a playful grin before turning back to Scorchfeather, who was still talking with Harestripe and hadn’t noticed that Fallingstream had stopped listening.

Silverhaze glared at the dark speckled tom, a revenge plan already forming in her mind. She would definitely get back at him.

[fossilpaw]

could you tell us some more about lowclan? :)

of course! it's been a bit since i've played with them (moved to another clan, seracclan) but as of moon 159, bisonstar is the leader and a cat named dawnpool is the deputy.

bisonstar is 146 moons, having mentored five cats previously. she's cunning, a lore master, and has a natural intuition. her father was mudleaf, who was exiled for murder. she has 6 children, 2 who are living, and 7 grandchildren, 6 who are living.

dawnpool is 70 moons, the son of brookblaze and fiercesoul (both deceased). he's lonesome, a talented swimmer, and a den builder. he really, really dislikes a cat named owlflicker, who is both troublesome and has a dark forest affinity.

recently, lowclan and brushclan have been tense, after a young warrior, moondapple, was murdered by brushclan cats. war may be on the horizon...

[lycianlynx]

sun’s shine

princessmacedon​:

What a pretty smile, she thinks to herself, eyes crinkling at the corners – how it sparkles! How he lights up when he goes from turtling into his cape to coming out of his shell, a brilliant glint of moondapple in sun’s shine. She can’t help herself; she swings their hands a little bit more, watching as realization sets in again with a grin splashed across her face as haphazardly as stars sprawl across the sky. 

“Hee hee!” And then his face scrunches up, gratitude written in the ink of confusion, as if she had done anything at all! “Of course you got in, Chad!” Teeth bared in mirth and laughter, she lets the tip of her tongue dart out playfully, a knowing sort of teasing. “But why should you thank me? I was just spending time with my friend, heeheehee.” Mischief shimmers and shifts, hearth-like warmth and heart-deep confidence twinkling in her eyes. “You’re the one who did all the hard work, Chad. You’re here because you’re the coolest!” Effusiveness colors her voice in a light and joyful touch, a just-so balance of loving hyperbole and earnestness. “Hee hee, so don’t forget that, okay?”

Their fingers wiggle, and she laughs again, replying with a little squeeze. “Well, if you’re free,” Maria hums, letting the words ring a little longer than necessary - what is a surprise without the proper suspense, of course! - until she releases it with a soft and silent puff of happiness, “Then that’s perfect, because that means you can eat the fruit tarts while they’re still warm!” Relinquishing one of his hands, she turns a quarter step, ready to lead them to their feast. “You like them, don’t you? I made a few different kinds! Strawberry, blackberry, peach, lemon… oh, but they’re not all big though, hee hee.” Eyes squeeze into mirthful slivers, and she holds up her free hand, fingers almost pinched together. “The strawberry ones are really small, and really cute!”

“Sure won’t, you won’t let me,” they reply to her request to remember, and... They did work hard. Right? If she says so, then... “...I, I guess I’m the... the coolest...?”

Even writ in confusion, the gratitude is bone-deep and real; The piece is always worth more than the sum of its materials, after all, and it’s still true, even as she brushes his thanks off, as if she’d really done nothing at all — But that’s fine. His face flushes, his head ducking down slightly as he laughs into the collar of his cloak after saying it. He can’t help it. What else is he supposed to do? How else is he supposed to feel but embarrassed, relieved, unspeakably glad? Teenage coolness tries to brush that same compliment off his shoulders like it’s easy, but his heart grasps it, shakes it in his face, alongside...

Friend. Chad rolls the word in their palms like clay, gently smoothing out the soft surface as it takes shape, warmed by the contact. Friend. Even if Maria really can’t fathom how much she’d helped them, they’ll keep paying her back, because that’s what they do. It’s what they’ve always done, and Chad’s not about to stop anytime soon. They store her childishly stuck out tongue into their memory like a scrap of notepaper alongside their piling happy debts.

And, wait, tarts...!? How many?!? They lift their head back up with a wurgh as she begins to lead them, light brown eyes widening again.

“N-no way!” They yelp, “That’s — that’s way too much!” Even though the temptation of a silly little fruit treat already dances before his eyes, the phantom of scent nearly making his mouth water, reaching up with his newly free hand to make sure he isn’t actually drooling. He believes her, every word, when Maria tells him how cute the strawberry ones are.

Probably not too much of a shame to eat! Hopefully. Chad pauses their protest, not their stride, swallows, trying not to seem too excited. “I do, I like them a lot,” they reply, almost stumbling over the words in a way their legs weren’t. are you sure, they nearly ask, i couldn’t possibly, the next one follows, but they don’t want to...

They’re not sure what, but they can’t look at that face and just say no? They open their mouth again, apology replaced with veiled invitation (no less embarrassing, though, really), and their voice, mortifyingly, cracks.

“I won’t be able to eat so many alone, even if they’re tiny, yeah?!”

[ashrimpnamedlauren]

For Moondapple (I picked randomly)

💊

Thanks for asking!

Moondapple.. Isn't actually the best mentally at the moment. Her son, Harepaw, had recently died from a rockslide after sneaking out by himself to prove to his mentor, Fennelnose, that he wasn't a burden, and she feels heart broken that she couldn't save her son. Her mate, Cicadaflash, had already succumbed to sickness the previous winter, and she is sinking into a deep depression.

But her two surviving kits, Silverpaw and Tallpaw, are always there to help pull her out. They don't blame her at all for Harepaw's death, and everyone saw it as an accident.

Well, everyone did until two other cats, Figstorm and Nettlebush, died the same way in less than a moons time, and everyone became on edge. Moondapple realized that maybe Harepaw's death wasn't an accident.

When the previous leader, Jaggedstar, was found by a patrol, drowning an innocent queen and her kits, it was clear who was responsible. The leader was executed for his crimes, and the single remaining kit, Jay, was renamed Jaykit and given to Gullshimmer to raise.

Now, Moondapple is feeling low, not knowing how Spiderstar will be able to tell the other Clans about what happened during the next gathering.

Physically, she's alright.

[thehorrorsofthunderclan]

uh oh..why is moondapple mad?..

[sedgesnuggles]

(Opentoonz decided to crash so I’m gonna write something instead)

Warriors AU

OG Whistling Man (Edward Marshal Mooney, or Moondapple)

-Scruffy-looking Persian

-Slightly matted fur

-No one knows why he killed, maybe rabies?

-Formerly a respected senior warrior

-He (somewhat) gained his sanity back after his death

-Got trapped in some kind of limbo, his soul reincarnated into a certain black and white kitten

-Able to visit Whisper in his dreams, formed a semi-paternal bond with him

-Taught Whisper (Henry) his signature whistle

-Also taught Whisper how to fight and kill

-Used the skull of a very young horse as his mask, sometime before his death he buried it somewhere on the clan territory

-When he felt that Whisper was ready, he told him where the skull mask was buried

Whisper (Henry Barrow)

-Longhair tuxedo cat

-Nightrain (Marie) groomed his fur well past kithood, so he isn’t good at cleaning his own fur

-Matted fur

-A sunny and compassionate kitten, he grew up to be cynical, bitter and guarded tomcat

-Was probably picked on as a kit

-Only cares about his mama

-Closest thing he has to a real friend or mentor is Moondapple’s ghost (visits him in his dreams)

-It was his idea to copy the Whistling Man (Nightrain definitely wanted revenge, but she didn’t know how exactly to do it)

-Wears Moondapple’s original mask

-Selectively mute, he rarely speaks to anyone but Nightrain, and doesn’t like others hearing him talk because he was teased for his ‘clancat’ (Iowan or midwestern) accent as a kit

-Insulting Nightrain or mentioning Prairiehusk is a sure fire way to be on the receiving end of his claws

(Btw Nellie I LOVE your art, especially the newest posts 💕)

Currently making a warrior cats Killer frequency au

[gougarpaw]

My governement assigned warrior name is Moondapple and i like it tbh. What do you think ?

i LOVE it!!! a pretty boy! comes from a big family, definitely deputy or medicine cat!

[curlclans-war]

Was it Moondapple's friend they killed? :(

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

Moondapple, ThunderClan warrior tom (yes i know it’s a calico tom blah blah blah)

Three moons older than Jaybeak and her best friend and the father of her kits

They don’t see each other as mates, he used to think he had a crush on her but he’s actually gay

Jaybeak also used to have a crush on him

They kind of had kits on accident because they both subconsciously wanted to have kits and it was all very confusing but here they are

Moondapple is very quiet, shy, and timid, very awkward and doesn’t really know what he’s doing at all times

Feels super awkward that he’s a dad, but tries his best just as he tries his best at everything he does

[onthelinefilms]

Even the #dapple on the ground, through the #leaves on the trees, is displaying the #crescent shape from our partial of the #SolarEclipse, here in #FortWorth #Texas. #MoonDapple #SolarEclipse2017 #Eclipse #Shadows #Sunlight (at The Oakridge School)

[cricketchaser]

hello i saw hypos are open so uhhhh shadowroot, darkhawk, talljake or bristleneedle kits?

Okay!

Here's the rootshadow hypokits, Moondapple!

Next is the bristleneedle hypokit, mistshine

And the talljake kit Finch!

[kubfoo]

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Moondapple - SOLD

[noodles-07]

I know nothing about your Warriors AU so would you mind telling me about it? :)

yesyesyesyesyessss so there are three clans

Quarryclan, who live in an abandoned quarry in a sparse forest, the most prominent members being Dream (Cloudstar), Sapnap (Firebird), George (Raindapple), Badboyhalo (Blackpelt) and Antfrost (Ant.... Antfrost)

Sunclan, who live at the base of a mountain and often hunt on the mountain! The most prominent members are Phil (Crowstar), Technoblade (Rabbitclaw), Ponk (Lemonmask) and Niki Nihachu (Sparkvine) they're also the smallest clan, bc the mountainside is not a great place for cats to live with birds of prey around

and Meadowclan!! Who live in a, shocker, meadow! Their leader is Scott Smajor (Flowerstar), their deputy is PearlescentMoon (Moondapple), their medicine cat is Geminitay (Gingerflower) and they also have Grian (Redwing), Scar (Oakscar), and Jimmy solidarity (Codstep)!

there are a crap ton of other mcyt characters too but I can't list them all here dhfjgkhdfkjgdfhdfhdf