#Poppykit

[rookclan]

Have a Foamstar family tree while I am on a mini hiatus!

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[fallenclan]

first wildcard tortie let's gooo :D thank you poppykit

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[nettleclanstale]

Moon 92

Just kidding!! No nukes here!

[keblestone]

Poppydawn

[clangen]

Poppyfrost in ClanGen (requested by @auroracaller--draws)

[daisyclangen]

Moon 1 - Newleaf

Ochrebadger stared down at the herbs crushed under her paws. She couldn't do this, she wasn't good enough. Her thoughts raced as she leaned down, gathering the leaves in her mouth and padded out, tucking the rotten herbs in a hole that was filled with other rotten herbs. Her eyes scanned the camp as she scraped dirt over the hole. Two small, blurry shapes raced through the flowers flourishing around the entrance of the den. A dark gray tabby she-kit pounced on the other kit, rolling around on the ground and into the den. Ochrebadger stuck her head in to watch, making sure the kits didn't touch any of the herbs she had carefully tucked away. The two kits rolled to a stop and the dark gray she-kit jumped off of the other. Yellowkit's eyes were wide as she shook herself, the small little tufts of fur growing around her skin fluffing out. The two kits had rolled right through a pile of marigold and Ochrebadger decided that it was time for her to stop this, she padded in but before the kits even saw her, Yellowkit was nudging the marigold back into a pile. When the kit's eyes caught Ochrebadger she crouched low to the ground.

"I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to ruin them." She mewed, her tail scraping the ground.

"It's alright, but you two might want to run back to the nursery, I'm sure Sloepaw is looking for you." She watched the two kits skitter away, thinking that perhaps she should think about making one of them her apprentice, StarClan knows she needs one.

Sloepaw glared at Milkpatch as the two headed out, why did she have to get stuck with the cat who spent all her time fussing over kits and elders? She wanted to be apprenticed to someone who knew how to fight and hunt, not take care of old cats and annoying kits. Milkpatch didn't seem to notice her stare as the she-cat just kept padding along, her eyes staring into nothingness. Stupid she-cat, always blanking out. She hissed quietly, tearing up the grass under her before following Milkpatch again. Her ears twitched and she swiveled them to the noise that she had heard. A small mewl sounded again and she spun to stare at the thunderpath. A kitten was laying on the rough stone, it's head tilted back in a cry.

"Milkpatch, Milkpatch, look!" She hurried towards the kit, her mentor spinning to look in horror. A loud ringing noise thundered over them and Sloepaw skidded back in horror as the monster drove past. She expected to see the crushed body of the kit, instead the kitten was gone. She went sniffing at the edge and saw it, it was a brown tabby she-kit with wide amber eyes that stared up at her. She must have rolled into the bushes because thorns covered her small body.

"Who are you?" She squeaked, blinking rapidly as Milkpatch approached.

"I'm Sloepaw, and this is Milkpatch." Sloepaw sat down, wrapping her tail around the kitten who drew closer to the ground.

"Where are your parents, young one?" Milkpatch asked as she began sniffing the kit.

"I-i don't know! Mama told me that she was taking me on an adventure and then dumped me on that scary path! And then she left, and I waited, thinking Mama would come back but she didn't." The little kitten grew even more distressed, tears welling the corner of her eyes.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay. We'll take you somewhere safe and then look for your mama, alright?" Sloepaw licked the kit who nodded, not putting up a fight as Milkpatch took her by the scruff. As they padded back towards camp, Sloepaw sniffed around for any scent of a she-cat, but the only thing she found was a trail of kittypet stench leading back to the two-leg nest.

That night, Sloepaw curled around the kit, she had searched the entire day and yet didn't find any cat in the territory, so the clan decided to adopt the kit, and Sloepaw named her Pikekit. And she swore to herself, as she fell asleep, to always protect her.

{Pikekit's sprite}

[leafpoolstanblog]

ThunderClan-R2-Y5-NL

Rosetail and Goldenflower retire.

We are FLYING through ThunderClan leaders. Whitestar dies during the badger attack. Featherstar elects Snowfang as deputy.

Lynxfang also dies in the badger attack.

Daisy joins the Clan with her litter; Berrykit, Mousekit, and Hazelkit.

Sorreltail dies during the badger attack, giving birth to a litter that no one knew she was carrying; Honeykit, Cinderkit, Poppykit, and Molekit. Ashfur claims them as his, and takes a nest in the nursery. Daisy weans the litter alongside her own.

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Poppykit designs!

Tabby or no tabby, which do you prefer?

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base by Naxolite on DeviantArt. Will provide the link on my other account when I get my computer ‘cause I can’t on mobile

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dead Dream -- part 1: Enter The Wooden Teeth

Shallowfig came to a halt, flicking his tail to tell his family to do the same. Ahead of them was a dead blackberry bush with leaves as dark as its namesake. It was only that, a bush, yet the gaps in the branches lifted the fur along Shallowfig’s spine. He stared at the dark dapples, and a face stared right back. Whether it was from a trick of the lighting, or his mind playing tricks on him–as it had been ever since Plague tried to kill Hootpetal and Banshee–he couldn’t tell.

“What is this place?” Tendril asked from behind him. Shallowfig just barely avoided jumping.

He  took a breath and a step back, moving his mind to wonder how long they would have to wait, but before he exhaled, Bella-May poked her head out from between the thin branches. “You’re here!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Come in, come in!”

Shallowfig stepped back, motioning for Banshee and the kits to go through the normal rotting bush, and then followed at the tail. He had not visited his older kins’ home before, though they had visited him as a kit, and he was curious to know what so many of his family had made their homes to be, if it reflected something in Shallowfig–some indication of their blood relation, somehow. Did they both enjoy hanging vines?

But before he could look around, he found himself suffocating on fur. Legs squeezed around his neck. He panicked, struggling for a few seconds before Bella-May pulled back, and he realized, almost laughing at himself, that it was only his great-great-grandmother embracing him.

“I heard what happened,” she mewed sorrowfully, licking his ears. “If I had been there, I would have ripped that she-dung’s tail off and stuffed it down her throat.”

Banshee flinched. Shallowfig touched his tail to her side to calm her. 

“I….I have a favour to ask,” Shallowfig began.

“Myrtle  told me,” Bella-May responded as he searched for the right words. “You lot can stay here for as long as you need, darling.”

Shallowfig let his shoulders sag, soothed by her kind voice. He looked over his shoulder, at his kits. Racemekit, Tendrilkit, Poppykit, Mylingkit, and their younger half-siblings, Glasskit and Pagruskit. Cold ice slithered down his spine, gripping his bones and veins and causing his body to shake and heart to fall. He had come so close to losing them. Never again will that happen.

“They need to be trained,” Shallowfig explained. 

“I’m not much of a mentor,” Bella-May replied. Shallowfig understood that, she had been a loner. “But I won’t turn down time with the little kitties.” She blinked warmly at the kits, emitting a soft chuckle when Poppykit squealed when Glasskit bit her tail. 

“They don’t need to train to hunt or the ways of Clan life,” Shallowfig told her. The daily routines of the Clans were foreign to him as well. “They need to know how to protect themselves. They need to know how to….deal with attackers and dangers.” He didn’t want to say it out loud, for the sake of the kits’ and his own ears. He couldn’t say that he wanted his kits to be trained to be killers to keep them from being another victim of Plague, that he was willing to let them grow to be monsters, risking the lives of anyone or everyone they may hurt, so that they couldn’t be.

Thankfully, understanding flashed in Bella-May’s eyes. She smiled widely. Shallowfig tried not to focus on her glinting fangs. “I thought kits didn’t train until six cycles.”

“The four are half a moon from that,” Banshee spoke up, gathering their wrestling kits around her. “The two are two.”

Bella-May tilted her head far to the side. “My question appears to stand.”

“It doesn’t need to be intensive or harsh,” Shallowfig went on. “Preferably, it isn’t, not…at least…not while they’re so young.” He knew that to give them the best chances of survival, training had to push them further than any other cats could bear. Just not yet. They could be kits for a while yet.

“Some pouncing and sneaking lessons should do,” Bella-May thought. “We can make them games.” She swept her tail slowly, enticingly around. Racemekit took the bait and waggled his hips before leaping  for the ginger-tipped tail. Bella-May flicked it out of the way in a flash, grabbing Racemekit with sheathed paws, just before he could land, and pressed him to the ground to make chewing noises against his belly. Racemekit kicked out, squealing and giggling.

Shallowfig allowed himself a few heartbeats to watch and enjoy the moment. Then Pagruskit’s yawn brought him back. They had to rest. “Are you sure it’s not trouble?” he checked. “We could stay somewhere else–”

“Absolutely not,” Bella-May responded firmly. “You ought to stay here where great-ma can keep an eye on you.”

“Is it not too much–”

“Hush,” Bella-May cut him off, blocking his mouth with a paw while Racemekit growled and bit on the other. “Before your droning puts the little ones to sleep.”

“How many know we were coming?” Banshee asked nervously. She had a tendency to anxiety when she was around those she didn’t know. Shallowfig would have stayed with her family, but that was exactly who they were hiding from.

“Everyone,” Bella-May answered cheerfully. “And they’re so excited to meet y’all! Now come along, come along, let us show the nests we made for ya.”

Banshee took the lead once again, the kits following in a ragged line behind her. Shallowfig looked behind him, through the gaps in the bush. He no longer saw the eyes, yet the fear in him remained the same. He was seeing, too far to really see, his old den where his kits were born, where Banshee became his mate, where his mother nearly died. He was seeing himself as a fun-loving kit without a care in the world, and he knew, knew as well as he knew that the fur on his pelt was pale golden, that he was likely taking away that for his own kits. 

He turned his head back and padded after his family. Ahead, Tendrilkit sneezed a high-pitched sound, and Glasskit opened her little jaws in a massive, pink yawn. Shallowfig’s eyes pricked. They were so precious now, so perfect and innocent. Whatever happened in the future, whether or not by Plague’s doing–Dark Stars hope not, sending the kits to train the way that they would be was going to change them forever. Shallowfig could only hope that he was making the right choice, and that it was worth it.

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@ambitiousauthor

@elementaldeityoffood 

[junoswarriorcatsdesigns]

Poppydawn

[as-the-stars-fade-away]

New beginnings 

[rose-warriorcatsrefs]

[warriors-but-cats-die]

windclan — year twelve — newleaf

echofang and baywillow die.

galenose, leafjaw, pinestem, and shadebird become warriors. willowpaw dies.

sierrapaw and pumicepaw are apprenticed to ashface and brightshore. sprucekit dies.

ashdawn has four kittens with dappletuft of riverclan: horsekit (pale she-cat with dark spots, white paws, and copper eyes), poppykit (white tom with fox-colored patches and amber eyes), silverkit (white tom with dark grey patches), and skykit (big, black and white tom with pale amber eyes).

[keblestone]

Poppyfrost

[letyachan]

238.Poppyfrost

Daughter of Sorreltail and Brackenfur

"I wanted to see Honeyfern so much. I miss her more than I can say, and I don't blame her that Berrynose doesn't love me. I always loved him, even when he was with Honeyfern. But I would never have tried to take him away from her! Then when she died, I thought that he might love me after all... but he doesn't."

[warriorcatfindr]

Poppykit (future Poppynose):

A white she-cat with patches of black on her face and ears.