#RiP Foxstar

[fluff-and-such]

Oh yeah I dig warrior cats (honestly explains like. A lot I think). These dudes are from @prettyliteralwarriors AU. 

Troutsnout is best cat and definitely enhances any serious scenes he’s in. Dusk is an old mans. And Iceflower has a big storm comin. 

[penguuthegentoo]

For funsies did up a family tree for Wheatly and his fam

Likes are nice but reblogs are even better! Thank you!

[everybody-loves-purdy]

Hey, I feel like I’ll be a regular asker here so you can call me Foxleaf/star anon or 🦊 anon. Anyway I heard from Bright Guardin Akira that people did not like the warrior cat plushies that came out in 2020?? I know I’m late to this conversation but what do you think? I have a Squirrelflight plush and I love her to shreds I don’t see anything wrong with her.

Hi Foxleaf! (Let me know if you prefer Foxstar or something else)

I think if the original prototype photo wasn’t marketed as the actual product for a solid week then people would be a lot more fine with the plushes - but to most people the fact that the warrior cats team marketed these higher quality products to get people to pre order these things before showing off obviously lower quality actual products felt like a deliberate scam. And yeah I agree - I think it was a deliberate shitty move by the shop team to make these plushes seem more worth your money since they look a lot better quality. Here’s a side by side of prototype (left) vs actual product (right)

So yeah that’s why people have an issue with them - I personally love my Brightheart plush and find her to have a higher quality than I expected - not worth the £30 I paid for her I didn’t feel totally ripped off , just like I overpaid. And I was debating getting the Squirrelflight for a while but money, so I’m really glad you like her, lots of people just preferred the original design and feel cheated that they didn’t get it- and honestly as long as you love that plush who cares what everyone else thinks - it makes you happy

[olivehearts-struggle]

Lilystar, leader of BogClan; daughter of Brightpelt and Elmbreeze; sister of Oatfern and Applekit; former mate of Scorchtalon; mother of Ryefang; niece of Beaverfoot, Burdocknose, and Aldertail; grandchild of Rookface, Duskcall, Cherrywing, and Gorsestone

Lilykit was born to Brightpelt and Elmbreeze alongside her sister, Oatkit(fern), and her brother, Applekit. Unfortunately, Applekit did not live past two sunrises and Lilykit and Oatkit were the only two remaining of Brightpelt’s litter. When apprenticed, Lilypaw was given to Aldertail, a respected warrior and Lilypaw’s uncle. Lilypaw surpassed her peers in training, proving to be a prodigy at battle skills; with only wit and speed, Lilystar can disorient an opponent and throw them off balance. She is a stern she-cat, but not impolite, though when the fire of her temper is lit, she lashes out with a sharp tongue. She is an incredibly loyal member of BogClan and commands respect from her Clanmates without being tyrannical. She is thought of as wise and not likely to jump quickly into battle, preferring instead to use logic and conversation before she puts her cats in danger.

Lilycall, after receiving her warrior name, went on to mentor Otterheart, and then Slugstrike, training them to be two of the most elite warriors of BogClan. During her career as a warrior, Lilycall fell in love with Scorchtalon, a brave and ambitious warrior that surprisingly, was much unlike Lilycall herself and was characterized by impulsiveness and a willingness to attack quickly. Scorchtalon was charismatic and alluring, leading Lilycall to love her as a mate. When Lilycall discovered that she was expecting kits, she was excited to start a family with Scorchtalon. Bearclaw, Scorchtalon’s brother, fathered their kits as a donor. Lilycall’s litter was very weak when they were born, two kits perishing without names and one remaining -- Ryefang. When Foxstar’s deputy perished in a rockfall, Lilycall was named deputy. Scorchtalon trained Ryefang after requesting to do so. It was then that Lilycall started to realize Scorchtalon was not entirely who she thought she was. Ryefang had begun to share ideas that were very disturbing, but when confronting Scorchtalon about this, Scorchtalon simply told Lilycall that she was only preparing him in extremes so that he could protect his Clan. Doubt hung at the edge of Lilycall’s mind, but she still loved and trusted Scorchtalon to do what was right.

Moons into Lilycall’s deputyship, Foxstar succumbed to pancreatic cancer and Lilycall was given nine lives. Lilystar named Scorchtalon as her deputy, naturally. As the moons went by, Lilystar began to notice that Scorchtalon was speaking to other warriors of BogClan, sharing ideas of exterminating half-Clan cats and cats with kittypet or rogue blood. This frightened Lilystar, who dwelled for moons as her Clanmates began to get increasingly bloodthirsty with Scorchtalon’s encouragement. Lilystar found herself out of touch with her Clan. 

Lilystar followed Scorchtalon into the wetland late at night and confronted her, challenging her terrible ideas and revoking Scorchtalon’s deputy status under the light of StarClan. Infuriated, Scorchtalon attacked Lilystar, attempting to murder her. Lilystar found herself ripping the throat out of her former beloved mate, her lifelong deception so crippling to Lilystar that she would never heal from it. Lilystar gathered fox dung that had been left recently on the edge of the wetland territory and covered Scorchtalon in its scent, even picking up a few orange hairs to plant on her body, found in a dusty fox den that was abandoned long ago.

Lilystar returned to camp before dawn and when Scorchtalon’s body was eventually found on a patrol, Lilystar named Bearclaw, the sire of her son, as her new deputy. Lilystar still remains haunted and often acts as if she has no will to live anymore, wandering listlessly around camp or staying in her den. 

[i-likegamesbut-cant-playthem]

foxpelt

Aliases / Nicknames: rival from nightmares sibling killer

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual biromantic

Family: unnamed mother unamed father leafsong(brother)

Other relations: Mallowfur (mentor)

Clan: Lightclan

Rank: warrior, loner

Characteristics: kills to hurt rival

Number of Victims: 6

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method:

Known Victims: 

Cause of Death: 

Cautionary Tale: dont let rivalrys go to far.

Story:

foxpelt had always hated pebblefur seince they where kits glares exchanged across the nursery they would playfight often but soon playfighting turned to real fighting and pebblekit almost apprentice age had ripped foxkits tail off and foxkit had torn his ear.

they were separated as apprentices but snuck into an abandouned shed to fight foxpaw figured out that he could hurt pebblepaw without their mentors knowing if he killed his sister.

he dragged her sleeping body into the woods and woke her up by blinding her he clawed towards her brain through her empty eye sockets and tore it out of her skull with his teeth. after the high of the violence wore off he ran into the nearest pond and dunked his blood stained body into it coughing from the horrible taste of the water he stumbled in the dark towards a tree panting underneath it as he waited for the water to fall off of his fur when he was done he ran to the apprentices den tripping on a rock before passing out in his bed. He woke up with a cold. it was worth it.

Pebblepaw killed Leafsong, Foxpaw just knew it it as 4 days since Foxpaw had murdered Pebblepaw's sister and he found Leafsongs corpse it had a giant wound in the middle of his stomach and a scarred eye he was in starclan now Foxpaw charged at Pebblepaw biting and scratching at him viciously pebble paw clawed him in the leg and their fighting was so loud that it woke up the rest of the clan they were up so early and warned by Silverstar that if they kept doing things like this they would be exiled.

things went on like this pebblepaw got a mate foxstar killed them, pebblepaw killed two of foxpaws kitmates and as revenge foxpaw blinded his mother.

Pebblepaw and Foxpaw were separated for a while their lives went pretty well they found mates the became warriors they had kits things were normal. but they still despised each other Foxpelt had fantasy's about killing him. They fought in that shed everyday for many moons once they saw each other around camp they planned for a fight for a while he gouged Pebblefurs eye out and bit him on the leg then kicked him in the stomach. They where exiled but couldn't find each other for a long time Pebblefur won a fight and took Foxpelt life.

His final thoughts where that he wanted to see him in starclan soon. Pebblefur had kits in another clan Foxpelt waited and cried his eyes out waiting for Pebblefur to pass away he died from old age they shared tongues like long lost mates would Foxpaw missed him and hated him so much, he was glad to be trapped here with him.

notes

-pebblepaw and foxfur bullied eachothers friends

-their mates dont like them much and broke up with them a couple moons before the fight that ended with foxpelts death

[snowpaw-of-galeclan]

Chapter One

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The full moon hung high over the Stillwater as yowls echoed through the air. A cold chill passed through the pelts of the cats gathered near the pond, more than a few cats shivering and puffing up their winter coats to keep warm.

“SeaClan cannot have the land!” a silky voice called. All eyes turned on the ginger she-cat who spoke; Foxstar of DarkClan. “We already gave you land to grant you passage here moons ago! You have enough territory for hunting!”

Five cats sat on rocks that jut out of a small pond, and their clanmates all gathered below them as the moon continued to rise in the sky. There was Foxstar of DarkClan, a beautiful ginger she-cat with the most stunning amber eyes. Acornstar—a handsome, golden-furred tom—merely studied the whole shouting match, seeming to be entertaining the idea of stepping in.

Next to them sat a long-furred brown she-cat, their tail swishing lightly as she sent a glare to Mousestar. Her ears were pinned back as she flexed her claws. That was the cool and aloof leader of StoneClan, Barleystar. A striped silver tom looked ready to cover his ears from all the yelling and that was the one and only Flystar of GaleClan.

Then there was… Mousestar.

The blue leader hissed, taking a step forward on her boulder. “The twolegs have taken the fish we normally hunt, and what isn’t taken is scared away by their flea-brained actions!” she cried. “We won’t be able to continue to survive this leaf-fall without help!”

“Our kits are starving,” a golden queen meowed. “Rosewillow lost her whole litter to starvation.”

“We had to bring in loners to bolster our ranks after the loss of her kits,” a white tom added with a hiss.

“Would all of you be so fox-hearted to let kits die?” Mousestar yowled.

“Then go across the thunderpath,” Barleystar suggested. “Isn’t there more land that way?”

“And risk my warriors?” Mousestar asked, her tone incredulous. “You’re as flea-brained as the twolegs if you think I’m sending any of them that way!”

“Then I really don’t know how we can help you, Mousestar,” the ragged-looking Acornstar grumbled. “GaleClan and DarkClan have no land to spare for you to hunt on—”

“I know one of them is lying!” the irate leader yowled. “It’s against the Warrior Code to drive another clan out—”

“It is also against the code to force us to share land, Mousestar,” Flystar intervened. “This leaf-bare has been tough on GaleClan and I can only assume DarkClan is having a similar struggle catching prey.”

Foxstar nodded solemnly.

“That’s always been a minnow-brained—”

“Stop!” a creamy voice called. A calico stepped up, blinking her blue and yellow eyes. “Look at the sky, clouds are moving in. StarClan is displeased with your arguing, Mousestar,” she said, her tail swishing behind her. “You should stop before you anger them further.”

The aforementioned leader grumbled, turning her head away from the gathered cats. “… I was finished anyway.”

Barleystar cleared her throat, looking at the cats still gathered below. The ones who didn’t participate in the discussion seemed to have started to mill about while Mousestar had gone on her rampage. “Then this gathering is over. May StarClan light your path.”

Four out of the five leaders nodded, but all five left the rocks and went to their own clans.

Flystar padded over to his clan, closing his red eyes in exhaustion.

“That was rough,” a smooth voice whispered as he felt a body move next to his. “Want to take a walk to relax before returning to camp? As your Medicine Cat I advise you lower your stress levels.”

The tom chuckled, opening his eyes to see his clans Medicine Cat. “Leopardpelt. I can always count on you,” he said as he touched noses with the dappled cat. “Blueheart!”

The blue-furred deputy raised his head, looking to his leader.

“Take the group home. Leopardpelt and I will meet you back there later.”

With a nod, Blueheart led the party out of the gathering area, leaving Flystar and Leopardpelt as the only GaleClan cats left in the area. The two cats just started walking, no direction in mind aside from GaleClan territory.

The silence between the cats was peaceful, neither one willing to break it as the moon lit their path. The snow crunched softly under their paws, another breeze buffeting their pelts.

“Something must be going on in SeaClan that Mousestar isn’t ready to tell us about,” Leopardpelt said after what felt like a sunrise.

The silver leader snorted. “Or she thinks she can deal with it on her own,” he replied, earning a laugh from his companion. “I’ll send a patrol out later to see if they can talk to a passing SeaClan patrol. If SeaClan needs any other help, I’ll be glad to give it.”

He and Leopardpelt had always been good friends, ever since their nursery days. Maybe, in another world, the golden dappled she-cat would have been a warrior and his mate, but that was there. Not here.

Something rustled behind a clump of thorns and branches, making the cats turn their heads. Flystar raised his hackles, baring his fangs as he got ready to hiss.

A raccoon stumbled out of the brambles, struggling to tear apart a frozen squirrel carcass. Bumping into a leafless tree, a pile of snow landed on top of it, scaring the critter off.

Leopardpelt softly gasped. “That was…”

“Leopardpelt?” Flystar meowed as he turned around, his fur flattening once more.

“A prophecy from StarClan,” she whispered. “The claw of the raccoon threatens to rip the Clans apart. Only snow will come to save them.”

“Snow? That’s all around us,” the leader mused. “And raccoons aren’t a huge threat to us, unless they speak of a warrior… But no one has that name that I know of…”

The golden cat shook her head. “That is all they told me. We will have to wait to see if anything comes true.”

“Indeed we will…” the tom hummed