#Rushpaw

[lesbikill]

mistystar’s omen is not a good book but this one passage has been sticking with me all day.

genuinely hilarious how this teenager is so excitedly interested in the freshly dead body of his leader he just goes straight up to it and starts picking at it in public. no hint of grief whatsoever. why did they write this. rushpaw what goes on in your mind

[eggfeather]

rushpaw

[warriorcatsideas]

[junoswarriorcatsdesigns]

Rushpaw(BotC)

[letyachan]

152+153+154.

domain expansion: noisy brothers

Separate below

Duckpaw

Rushpaw

Tanglepaw

[stillreadingwarriors]

Duckpaw, Rushpaw, and Tanglepaw

February 25th, 2023

(1,068 1,069, 1,070)

[hawksheadcanonblog]

Headcanon - Otterheart is the mother of Rushpaw, Duckpaw and Tanglepaw.

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

What's Wrong? (short story)

Rushpaw stood up and took a step back, inspecting his work and giving himself a pleased nod when he found that he was satisfied with it. 

It wasn’t something he had been tasked to do. Cricketfur, brother to Rushpaw’s mentor, Martenstep–and his unofficial secondary mentor, as the brothers were never apart–was out on a solo patrol, so Martenstep told Rushpaw to relax for now, and that when Cricketfur got back, they would all head out for some training–which would probably end in some play fights, as that was the typical, never planned routine. 

But when Rushpaw stepped into his nest, a puff of dust rolled out, and he realized how filthy it was. So, he changed the bedding and padded it in with some extra soft moss. Then he flopped down again, but couldn’t settle because his eyes drifted to his denmate’s nest and how dirty it was, which left him feeling bad. So he cleaned that as well, then his other denmate’s nest, then another. 

Finally, he was done. He puffed his chest out, already smiling as he thought about how surprised and happy it would make his friends. Surely, it would be comfy, he thought. He lifted a paw, about to step into his nest for the third and hopefully last time for a while–

A yowl split the air, making Rushpaw’s fur stand on end all along his spine. Tail poofed to twice its size, he hurried to the den entrance, about to poke his head out. He was met with Martenstep, standing so close that he blocked whatever it was that had cats outside wailing in a loud, confusing chorus. 

“What’s happening, Martenstep?” he asked, eyes wide.

Martenstep’s head swung to look at him. The older tom’s own eyes were bulging, with a wild, yet far-away look in them. His mouth opened, then closed again like a dying fish, and his sides heaved roughly. Rushpaw was about to yell for the medicine cat, thinking that Martenstep was having trouble breathing, when his mentor spoke. “Get inside.”

Rushpaw tilted his head. What was going on? “I am inside.”

“Stay inside,” Martenstep corrected. His voice was rough, and he licked his lips, as though his mouth had gone dry. His attention turned to whatever it was in the clearing that had everyone freaking out.

“What’s going on?” Rushpaw tried again. He stretched his neck forward, attempting to peer past his mentor when Martenstep’s attention snapped back to him. “Do not look!” Martenstep practically screamed at him. 

Rushpaw flinched, flattening himself against the ground. Fear flooded him. But he wasn’t afraid of Martenstep. No, Martenstep was the kindest, most patient cat in all the Clans. Someone like him never snapped, never yelled–Rushpaw hardly remembered ever hearing him raise his voice at all. So what was going on? Something was deeply, deeply wrong.

“Stay inside and don’t look!” Martenstep repeated his orders. His gaze searched around until it landed on Beechhollow, nearby. “Can you watch Rushpaw for me?” he asked. But he wasn’t looking at her, not really. His eyes kept flicking to whatever it was he wasn’t allowing Rushpaw to see. “Don’t let him leave. Don’t let him look, not one peak. Not until….” Until what? It didn’t sound as though even Martenstep knew. “...Until I say,” he decided.

Beechhollow dipped her head solemnly. “I promise. I’m sorry,” she added as Martenstep raced away, toward that thing that couldn’t be seen. Rushpaw tried to look, but Beechhollow hurried to block him, ushering him deeper into the den.

“Sorry for what?” he asked his mother.

Beechhollow didn’t answer. Her tail drooped, and she dropped heavily in one of the freshly-made nests. 

“Sorry for what?” Rushpaw asked again, watching her. What was going on? Why was no one telling him, or letting him into the clearing?

Instead of answering, his mother reached out a paw and pulled Rushpaw close against her chest. “Oh, my dear kit,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“What happened?” Rushpaw was getting frustrated. Worse, he was getting outright terrified. “I’m not a kit, I can take it!” he promised, hoping it was true. 

Beechhollow blinked at him, then let out a deep, long sigh. “It’s…it’s Cricketfur.”

Rushpaw’s heart skipped a beat. He broke away from his mother, on his paws in an instant. “What happened? Is he hurt? Does he need help?”

Beechhollow frowned, deep and sorrowfully. “He’s not hurt anymore.”

“But he was hurt? What happened? Was it a fox? A badger?” He gasped. “A monster?”

Beechhollow shook her head. “No, little one. It wasn’t any of that. It was just…” Rushpaw could practically hear the lump in her throat, visibly shifting like a lodged stone.  “Just a bad accident, okay?”

Rushpaw whimpered. “I can help,” he insisted. “I know some of the herbs! I can get anything Owlcliff needs, I can wet the moss, or–or get cobwebs, or–or I could–I could–”

Beechhollow rested her chin on top of Rushpaw’s head, silencing him. “There’s nothing anyone can do for him anymore, honey. He’s gone.”

Gone.

He’s gone.

Rushpaw’s other mentor.

His best friend. 

His older brother in all but blood.

Rushpaw’s heart stopped altogether. He froze, as still as a rock for several, painful heartbeats. Then something horrible rushed up his lungs, filling them, his chest, his twisting heart with cold and ugly thorns that stabbed at his lungs and crushed his ribs. It crawled its way up his throat, finally releasing in a loud, moanful cry. 

Dead.

Cricketfur was dead.

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Rushpaw's pov when Cricketfur's body was brought to camp.

He, and specifically this moment, was mentioned in this post.

[leafpoolstanblog]

RiverClan-Y7-GL

Briarlight becomes a warrior.

Mossypaw, Rushpaw, and Troutpaw are apprenticed to Crookedstar, Grasswhisker, and Pebblefoot. 

Rushpaw dies of dehydration during the drought. 

Silverstream, with the worry of dying from the drought, moves to ThunderClan to be with Graystripe.

[hollowflight-propaganda]

HE SPEAKS

[bonefall]

if i was otterpaw i would never get in the water ever again.

Lakepaw: "Come on Ottsy, Ripwater's dead and she can't hurt you anymore, I'm in the water and it's soooo much fun! Come on in!"

Otterpaw: "you only get eaten by a fish ONCE in your life, bitch, I'm not risking it"

Rushpaw: "Your warrior name's gonna end up being Otterdry LOL"

Otterpaw: "ooooooooo you really got me there. thats soo good. ill never recover."

Ripplepaw: "uhhh... guys..."

(An atlantic sturgeon gently breeches the water a few feet away. All apprentices pause. Then scramble out of the water in a hurry)

[mist-cat]

Still hyperfixating on ClanGen! I've made a lot of clans but none of them ever stuck like this one, so now introducing...

The ChimeClan Leaders

They've had far too many cats in their ranks to count over their 460 moons and 5 leaders, each and every one very dear to me. Other than the info written in the art, here is a fun fact about each! JawdawStar as a new leader had to immediately prepare the small clan for a war with a neighboring clan, FadedClan, and lost many lives defending their right to the territory. Lost his final life fighting a FadedClan child apprentice.

AcaciaStar took on 9 apprentices during his time as a leader, only for a tragic fate to befall all but a few despite his best efforts to keep them safe. Promising to never take another apprentice after RushPaw was hit by a car, expecting him to die and being emotionally distant ever since.

RushStar was not a very notable cat, exiling all warriors who broke the code, even exiling half-clan kits with their parent despite many extinction events happening under his rule. Only 6 cats were left by the time he died, 3 elders, 2 medicine cats and BuckLilac.

BuckStar lost almost every single one of his nine lives protecting his remaining clanmates from venomous snakes and DOGS, so many dogs. Repeatedly drove off foxes in small patrols and was an all around powerhouse. Listed as a calico in game but all white anyways! I think that's fun.

MartenStar's arrival in the clan as a kit was followed by many loners joining the dwindling clan despite having almost never done so before! Righteous but recently injured a sweet, thoughtful mediator as punishment for.. something?? left a scar right across their throat. Has a rivalry with another new warrior who was led to the clan by starry pawprints.

Small pixel sprites and boxes taken from the game! Please go check it out, it's so fun, it's so important to me.

[lichenclan]

haha sorry this moon took so long there was soo much i wanted to include! i had another cute character interaction written down (bubblingrise kept giving moorfreckle gifts) but i ran out of space to include it. all the teenagers are doing stuff this moon. also primrosepaw has a little baby crush on berrypaw now!!

rushpaw keeps getting more and more like firestar and honestly. i support him! live out your main character dreams little dude! him and pinestar are the mentor/apprentice duo of all time, they've had a lot of cute interactions i havent drawn out

[junoswarriorcatsdesigns]

Rushtail(RC)

[exocynraku]

duckpaw, tanglepaw, rushpaw