#TripleAu

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Gist of our Warrior Cats AU

I hate how the erin hunters write cats

@wildfiresongbird hates the way the erin hunters write cats

we wanna change it so we are.

using less humany sounding words and making them more recognizably animal and nature-y

also making them smart enough to use tools, and making it more consistent

the cats live in a texas-california blend landscape

we are changing the stories pretty wildly, but the major stuff stays the same

[nael-opale]

Petits Croustillants in a nutshell :

we now have so many AUs that Kaamelott characters are basically time travelers.

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Story's Glaring Moon 12 and epilogue

May the Star Colony guide your pawsteps towards greatness my kit.” RestShimmer could feel PounceStar’s proud gaze at her.

“Next is CoatiPaw, who will now be CoatiPeak. You two will sit vigil tonight to guard our Glaring.”

“In other news LambPaw has gotten too big for the apprentice den, and since they have done well enough in the limited training they did receive they shall be named LambFlicker” PounceStar dismissed the glare and went to the medicine den to find SongTooth. A gasp from the medicine den echoed as PounceStar announced 

“SongTooth is dead!” PardridgeThorn and CoatiPeak mourned deeply, but RestShimmer couldn’t help but feel just a little bit relieved. She had had a weird feeling about SongTooth ever since StormDazzle’s death.

As she trotted over to the medicine cat den she heard LambFlicker muttering 

“My time? Soon? SmokeyPelt??” Was LambFlicker.. Dying?

 RestShimmer hardly got a moment of peace before she heard bickering. A few cats were arguing over who was the fastest runner instead of… seeing who the fastest runner was? RestShimmer suggested a race and they agreed, having great fun in the process.

Later CoatiPeak came to the camp with a cat. She said the cat’s name was Warren PeaceLamb and was muttering about how totally okay and fine they were. 

FlowerShadow approached RestShimmer, she could smell just the smallest bit of blood on her.

“Guess what just happened!” FlowerShadow meowed excitedly

“I got into a scrap with CottonClaw!” She said

“CottonClaw was talking some dung about how we’re not actually kin. So I fought her. And won. You wanna go stop by the fresh-kill pile? I’m always hungry after a scuffle. I want some bird.”

VinePaw collected RestShimmer right after her vigil. Can a cat not get a moment of rest in this Glaring? She mentally grumbled before PounceStar yowled for the clan and named VinePaw, VinePelt. 

The glare dismissed to learn terrible news. LambFlicker’s eyes had been too badly damaged, and he had died. He was buried and as PounceStar was brought to the camp, limping in on Ringo Starr’s shoulder and a new apprentice, WoollyPaw. He had lost a life protecting them from a large dog. HoneyHaven was slightly more lucky with the dog, having only received a torn pelt

Later PounceStar summoned RestShimmer to his den.

“How can i cope?” he asked. “SongTooth is gone. StormDazzle is gone.” he said weakly.

“All you can do is try your shot again.” She replied. PounceStar agreed rising from his nest.

“I will ask Warren PeaceLamb to be my mate.” 

In a moment of peace and lucidity for Warren PeaceLamb, PounceStar approached her and asked to be mates, she agreed and they settled down sharing tongues.

WarrenPeaceLamb was drifting in and out of consciousness, RestShimmer could hear it whenever the medicine cats urged her to eat her herbs. RestShimmer knew what would happen, in a moon or two Warren PeaceLamb would join the Star Colony and leave her father alone and desperate again. 

RestShimmer got herself up and pressed herself next to FlowerShadow as they ate freshkill. RestShimmer could hear as FlowerShadow waved her tail in front of her face.

“MouseBrain I can’t see that!” She hissed. The two ran around the camp before RestShimmer pounced on to FlowerShadow and the two began to scuffle. FlowerShadow talked to RestShimmer as she announced her moves

“FlowerShadow goes for a swipe with her left paw, aiming for the ears. Did you hear what i told RippleBrush today?” RestShimmer dodged the soft blow and countered

“What?”

“FlowerShadow lunges forelegs wide open for a grapple! I told RippleBrush ‘I like you, you like me. Let’s be mates. And he agreed!’” RestShimmer tried to knock FlowerShadow over, but she was too big and muscular to accomplish such a feat. 

“That’s great news! With any luck you two will flood the nursery with cute kits and keep ole CottonClaw too busy to make remarks about our kinship!” she said.

RestShimmer recalled the memory from earlier that moon as she cuddled next to FlowerShadow’s cold body. She didn’t get to spend enough time with her. She wailed and sobbed. Wishing her sister a good trip to the Star Colony.

As the clan faded away the potential shot up from their warm and cozy nest. 

“Where is FlowerShadow? Where am i!” they cried.

“Relax little one.” called a familiar voice. SmokeyPelt!

“That was only an example of the sorrow and joy that makes life among the glares so exciting and worth living. What do you say? Willing to try your paw at the real thing?” The potential looked up at the starry adult and nodded. Head and tail high as they looked over Story glare, ready to really start and make their mark.

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this is RestShimmer (her eyes are sage underneath the cataracts) A grey colorpoint with damaged eyes (fully blind)

She's going to be the main protagonist of the already finished (first moon set to be released on may 2nd 2024) Potential's Preparation. And The Trials of Potential, It's all about this gal's ups and downs.

It takes place in the same universe as @wildfiresongbird and I's warrior cats rewrite, the Ambiguous America Au ... could also be known as the AAA. TripleAu. whatever.

A lot of the stories that take place in Story glare will represent a moral. Sometimes it's just a story of a glare felid long past. while Story's Glaring is real, they're widely regarded as myth by most glares

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Word Translations for my WC AU

Feline/Felid/Felidae- Cats

Glaring- formal word for clan

Glare- informal word for clan

potentials- souls that may go on to become cats

Snuggery Queen- cat that chooses to live in/beside the nursery to care for kits full-time

Snuggery Dam- a queen that has/is willing to surrogate for gay couples

Snuggery Molly- a cat that has not/ is not willing to surrogate for gay couples

Paw- shorthand for apprentice

The Star Colony- starclan

Kindle/Kindling- group of kits that aren't littermates

Cycle- year

Mecca- camp

Snuggery- nursery

(these wont show up in the tales of Story Glare)

Leo's Glaring- wind clan

Tigris's Glaring- river clan

Onca's Glaring- shadow clan

Uncia's Glaring- thunder clan

@wildfiresongbird add anymore as you see fit

(i will edit as we go along)

I'll do the animal names at some point i promise but.... not rn

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Story's Glaring The Trials of Potential

so quite a few things changed in the rebooted version of Story glare. It's still the same cat going through similar challenges, but a lot is different now.

For instance, i changed a few names either cause they were too hard to say or i just didnt like them. More cats have mates now, but less cat have joined the clan.

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Story's Glaring moons 10 & 11

A yowl from the Leader’s Rock interrupted RestPaw’s training. RestPaw thanked StarClan as she had told an ill timed joke and angered both sides of the argument she was trying to mediate. 

“We have two new warriors today!” PounceStar called from the rock. RipplePaw stepped up to PounceStar and bowed their head as PounceStar named them RippleBrush. Next was PartridgePaw who PounceStar made sure to point out was becoming a warrior a moon early. PounceStar named them PartrichThorn and praised them heavily in front of the clan. LambPaw was guided back to the medicine den, more conscious this moon than they had been in a while.

VinePaw caught up to RestPaw in the camp clearing after visiting HoneyHaven’s new litter of three.

“RestPaw. I wanted to ask. Did you finish that story you were just telling the kits? I was entranced but I was called away to fetch moss.” VinePaw meowed.

“Don’t worry, i could hear you groaning as you were called away so i told the kits i’d finish it some other time.” RestPaw said. 

“Thank StarClan!” VinePaw exclaimed. “How’d you learn to tell stories that well anyway?” 

“Well. Back when we were kits, right after FlowerPaw and PartridgeThorn had left, I was too lonely in the nursery. Not enough sounds or smells. So I snuck over to the warrior den and listened to them tell stories.” VinePaw gasped.

“Did they ever find you?” he gasped

“Nope. Not once. I guess when your ears are as sensitive as a mouse’s you learn to step like one.” she said. 

IceSpeck left early in the morning to the farthest clan, FogClan’s territory to resolve some border disputes. Leaving RestPaw as the only mediator for the clan.

She was stressed as she settled down after seeing her mentor off. She was roused by the sound of yowling, VinePaw and CoatiPaw were arguing over the warrior code, they were on the very edge of fighting before RestPaw jumped in, hissing 

“Stop! You can’t fight, you’re mentors will shred you to bits! Especially when CoatiPaw is rig-” VinePaw shook his head

“Really? You believe that wad of fox fur?!” He hissed.

“Wait… wait… what i meant to say was CoatiPaw is right-” VinePaw spat at the ground.

“And so are you VinePaw. The warrior code is vague for a reason. It’s not a list of rules it’s a list of…. Suggestions to make life for the clans easier! There is no right or wrong way to interpret it.” VinePaw and CoatiPaw looked at each other and the tension broke like a queens water.

“Well if you say it like that…” VinePaw said before he and CoatiPaw began respectfully talking to each other on their views.

“Hey guys!” FlowerPaw called 

“Get over here, PounceStar is calling a meeting!” She announced heartbeats before PounceStar yowled from the Leader’s Rock

PounceStar named FlowerPaw, FlowerShadow. The whole glare called her name before IceSpeck wandered through the camp entrance with a kit by the scruff in his mouth. He put the kit down and called to PounceStar. The two discussed for a while in PouceStar’s den before the kit, HeartKit, was place in CottonClaw’s care and allowed to stay with the glare.

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Story's Glaring Moons 8 & 9

RestPaw heard LambPaw’s eyes had been damaged by a hare and decided to visit her in the medicine cat den, wanting to talk to them. LambPaw was very charismatic and maybe their take on their situation would be fun to hear. But when RestPaw got to the medicine den LambPaw was asleep and RestPaw didn’t want to disturb them, so went to StormDazzle’s nest. RestPaw listened for their breaths but couldn’t hear them. RestPaw sniffed the body only to discover it was cooling, she could smell herbs, but not the normal ones the medicine cats gave her, they were different. It worried her, especially when she realized SongTooth’s scent was the last one near StormDazzle. 

It’s always fun when those around you are your kin RestPaw muses. Using their sensitive hearing to listen to what SongTooth and PounceStar were saying on request of the entire apprentice den, minus LambPaw who was still fading in and out of consciousness.

“... I wanted to say… to hell with the traditions and the codes I love you PounceStar! No one should be able to get in the way of us.” SongTooth murmured, the rain of leaf-fall dampening his voice.

“SongTooth I- I’m so glad you feel the same! I’ve been so lonely since StormDazzle died and i need you! Be my mate SongTooth! We’ll be together forever.” The two muzzled eachother out in the pouring rain, their long coats getting soaked as they padded to PounceStar’s den to dry eachother off. RestPaw told the whole apprentice den what she just heard. Everyone was brimming with excitement at the gossip they had access to now that they knew RestPaw was willing to lend their ears to the cause. 

RestPaw trotted to the medicine den to talk to SongTooth when she smelled something she remembered from her kithood… Death berries… She walked to SongTooth who yelped in alarm.

“I’m not doing anything wrong! Why do you think that huh? Go away, get out!”

RestPaw hung their head in defeat as she told IceSpec about her trials that day. In a mock argument between BrushFlare and LambPaw, awake and lucid long enough to play-act. BrushFlare pretended to scold and berate LambPaw for their shortcomings, as RestPaw tried to get BrushFlare to calm down and admit what the cause of their real anger was. But BrushFlare just defended herself, and bounded around the question. Eventually Ringo Starr told them to let LambPaw rest. IceSpec told RestPaw not to worry, as long as he was around, he’d be there to help her with all her troubles, and not to beat herself up, she had only just been apprenticed a moon ago after all.

RestPaw was roused by CoatiPaw in the night, her paws were wet and she realized the rain pattering in the background was the culprit.

“Can i sleep beside you?” CoatiPaw whimpered. “I had a nightmare.” RestPaw scooched over and rested her head down on CoatiPaw’s flank.

“Can i tell you? The nightmare i had?” She whispered. RestPaw flicked her tail yes and Coatipaw started.

“It was dark and storming, the rain was pelting at me like angry paws. I was standing on a cliff above a lake and i couldn’t move. I saw you. You were trying to yowl but water kept filling your mouth. Your head was dipping under the water and you were flailing and trying to swim but you kept getting farther from shore. You got weaker.. You started to surface less and less and then…. You didn’t surface at all.” CoatiPaw sobbed quietly “I couldn’t save you.” she whimpered. 

“How about this CoatiPaw? I’ll promise to practice up on my swimming, if you promise to let me sleep enough tonight to be able to concentrate on my swimming lessons. Sound fair?” RestPaw meowed. 

“Ye-Yea. That sounds perfect” CoatiPaw mewed as she drifted off to sleep.

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Story's Glaring Moons 6 & 7

RestKit knows they shouldn’t do this. RestKit has been told time and time again not to sneak out of the nursery alone, but they can’t help it. They have to hear the warrior’s stories again, they just have to. Tonight the deputy, HoneyHaven confidently tells stories of their own battles, mostly ones they got in during apprenticeship, but they were still so interesting to imagine!

RestKit didn’t know just what they wanted to be, but hearing IceSpeck calmly diffuse even the most tension soaked arguments inspired her to go down the path of the mediator.

IceSpeck told RestPaw to stay in the camp and diffuse fabricated scenarios with the other apprentices, and report to him when he got back from PrimClan. RestPaw talked to each of the apprentices, who played their roles in the scene. When RestPaw successfully talked the play-acting worries out of each cat, they decided to share-tongues with FlowerPaw. FlowerPaw opened up to RestPaw about rumors she’d heard around the camp.

“Apparently, PounceStar thinks you have the most potential out of all his kits…. That’s not fair. He’s our father! He can’t play favorites with us like that.” RestPaw thought about it for a second. 

“Well it’s not like he’s totally unbiased with all of us if you think about it” RestPaw said slyly.

“What do you mean?” FlowerPaw mewed despondently.

“Think about it. You, VinePaw, and PartridgePaw are his apprentices. And CoatiPaw is HoneyHaven’s apprentice! I’m the only one who isn’t mentored by either of them!” RestPaw pointed out highly amused.

“But you’re also the only one who didn’t become a warrior apprentice.” FlowerPaw grumbled. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe He does like all of us equally.” 

When IceSpeck came back his head was low, but was glad to hear that RestPaw had done so well, and went to his den to ponder the next scenario he’d have the apprentices do.

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Story's Glaring moons 4 & 5

RestKit went to the best napping spot in the camp, the large rock between the nursery and the warrior den. RestKit realized IceSpeck was on the rock, grumbling to himself.

“IceSpeck, what’s wrong!” IceSpeck looked over at RestKit 

“Some cat came here directly after training and there are rocks and sand all over the rock and i can’t relax!” RestKit thought about how to help IceSpeck.

“Get up i have an idea.” RestKit mewed. As IceSpeck humored the kit, RestKit padded over to a nook in the wall of the warrior den. She picked up the feather that had sat there all day. She went back over to the rock and used the feather to get most of the sand off. 

“You can finish it.” She told IceSpeck who chuckled.

RestKit was roused from her nap by CottonClaw. CottonClaw took them to the clearing where all of the glare was gathered. RestKit heard her PounceStar limp his way up the leader’s rock and call any stragglers into the camp’s clearing. RippleKit was made into RipplePaw, with HoneyHaven being his mentor. As LambPaw tried to make her way to BrushFlare, she tripped, cursing her paw. StumpyFeather took a quick look at it and said it was a marvel no one had noticed how twisted it was earlier. 

RestKit and her littermates are ushered to the camp clearing again this moon, PounceStar leaps gracefully onto the Leader’s Rock, after his wound healed well. PounceStar yowled to call the clan and announced he would personally mentor his adoptive kits, as he summoned the two to the base of the rock. PounceStar leaped back down and named FlowerKit, FlowerPaw. FlowerPaw glowed with pride at the incredible honor, but felt nervous, not wanting to let their father, leader, and now mentor down. PartridgeKit, now PartridgePaw was equally worried and insecure about their performance as an apprentice, but carried on through the ceremony with an equal face.

StormDazzle called RestKit over to the medicine cat den from across the camp clearing. 

“I wanted to give you this.” she said.

“I found it a while ago and kept it with me, but i would never wear it. Maybe you’d like it? It’s called a collar. KittyPets use it to tell other cats a twoleg owns them, but sometimes groups of rogues will decorate them to appear more menacing.” She slid a round, smooth object over to RestKit and growled playfully, batting her paws at RestKit softly.

RestKit crept up to the warrior den far past their bedtime. They heard BrushFlare and IceSpeck speak of battles they were in. RestKit absorbed every pause, every wooshing motion of a paw accenting a move made in battle, every emotion soaked syllable. RestKit listened until the warriors all settled down to sleep, and went to follow their example, going back to the nursery and cuddling up with their littermates. RestKit felt they had to do these late-night excursions with the nursery being so quiet. Even with her littermates and CottonClaw the nursery felt too empty.

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Story's Glaring part 2 & 3

PounceStar brought RestKit, by the scruff, to the herb feline den, worry etched into his eyes, his whiskers ridged. He dropped her down infront of SingingTimber. 

“I need you to check her.” He said in a concerned deep meow. 

“Check her for what?” SingingTimber asked.

“Blindness!” he hissed worriedly “I just saw her trip over a stick when she was looking right at it!”

“Okay, be calm, i’ll check her.” 

SingingTimber walked with RestKit around the mecca, asking her to describe things however she felt fit. RestKit described everything based of scent like how IceSpeck smelled so much like small-ears because it’s his favorite prey, or touch like how the mushrooms feel softer or wetter depending on if they’re on a dead tree or a living one, occasionally taste like how the moss balls CloudClaw bring to them taste like feet, but never brought up the vivid color of MaskKit’s eyes, or the odd appearance of IceSpeck’s scar like other kits did. 

When the two reached the herb feline den again, SingingTimber asked one final question. “What’s the difference between having your eyes opened or closed?” 

“There is none.” RestKit said simply, she noticed PounceStar’s continuous stream of fear-scent stopped for a heartbeat and became a wave, tandem alongside a short wail. PounceStar shoved his muzzle into RestKit’s fur, nearly knocking her down. 

A cold voice came from the other side of the herb feline den. “I don’t know why you’re moaning so much. Anyone could tell, and anyway it’s not like she’s joining the Star Colony any sooner.” Ringo Starr said. 

PounceStar whipped around at Ringo Starr and hissed, but brought himself to stop

“... You’re right. She can still be the best warrior, or anything else, this Glaring has ever seen! She can totally beat any of her littermates in a fight whenever she wanted to, she’ll be fine! She has to be.” 

RestKit was sniffing around near the snuggery, trying to find the source of a strange smell. She stepped into a puddle and hissed, annoyed her paw was wet. She groomed her fur and realized it tasted like the weird smell, she found it! She rushed to find the oldest feline she knew, hopefully Ringo Starr could tell her what it was. Ringo Starr went with her to the strange puddle. Ringo Starr ears shot up and explained that RestKit had found a puddle with glowing bugs in it, explaining that it looked like SilverPelt had touched the Glaring. Ringo Starr gave RestKit a rare bit of praise to her, saying this could very well be the omen StumpyFeather had been looking for.

PounceStar limped into the mecca and headed straight for the herb feline den, when VineKit alerted her siblings they all agreed to rush to the den. They saw PounceStar Curled up next to StormDazzle. SongTooth padded behind the kits and meowed.

“Here to see your father, kits? There he is in all his glory. He got bitten by a rogue and now he has to cSofter close to StormDazzle.” He laughed lightly, it sounded wrong to RestKit, it was a harsh laugh. 

“What i wouldn’t give to have seen that fight take place.” SongTooth muttered. RestKit would have to ask CloudClaw what that meant when they got back to the snuggery. 

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RestKit went to the best napping spot in the mecca, the large rock between the snuggery and the warrior den. RestKit realized IceSpeck was on the rock, grumbling to himself.

“IceSpeck, what’s wrong!” IceSpeck looked over at RestKit 

“Some feline came here directly after training and there are pebbles and sand all over the rock and i can’t relax!” RestKit thought about how to help IceSpeck.

“Get up i have an idea.” RestKit mewed. As IceSpeck humored the kit, RestKit padded over to a nook in the wall of the warrior den. She picked up the feather that had sat there all day. She went back over to the rock and used the feather to get most of the sand off. 

“You can finish it.” She told IceSpeck who chuckled.

RestKit was roused from her nap by CloudClaw. CloudClaw took them to the clearing where all of the Glaring was gathered. RestKit heard PounceStar limp his way up the leader’s rock and call any stragglers into the mecca’s clearing. RippleKit was made into RipplePaw, with HoneyHaven being his mentor. As SoftPaw tried to make her way to BrushFlare, she tripped, cursing her paw. StumpyFeather took a quick look at it and said it was a marvel no one had noticed how twisted it was earlier. 

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Story's Glaring prologue & pt 1

 RestKit was born in the territory and brought into the snuggery of a newer glare. Story’s Glaring. Sired by PounceStar and brought to mecca the day of their birth along with their siblings VineKit and CoatiKit. But RestKit was not found and taken to the safety of the snuggery before both of their eyes were clawed by an unknown beast-kin. 

As the newest editions to the mecca slumbered away on milk-drunk dreams, the snuggery was shaken. New scents, strange scents hit RestKit’s nostrils. Unknown to them and their limited knowledge, a warrior, BrushFlare, and their kits RippleKit and SoftKit were brought into the Glaring, and not long after an herb feline named Ringo Starr joined as well.

While RestKit was exploring around the snuggery she came across SoftKit and FlowerKit fighting over a ball of moss. RestKit couldn’t understand why they would fight over something so simple and demanded they stopped acting like small-earheads. 

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RestKit and her siblings were snuggled close to PounceStar when he said he needed to tell them something. 

“Sometimes-” He began, grief in his weary meow. “Sometimes other beast-kins do things that can… they can hurt felids. Hurt felids bad.” The kits looked up at PounceStar confused. What is he mewing about? 

“Sometimes, a feline can get so hurt that they… they join the Star Colony early- Earlier than expected.” The kit’s all ears shot up. Why would they do that! Each of them cried in whiny unison mews.

PounceStar just shook his head sadly. “I don’t know. They believe we are toys, or prey.” he mewed defeatedly. 

“But we’re not prey! They know that, don't they? It’s so dumb that they think that!” CoatiKit cried. 

Their father waited for their confused and scared mews to die down before restarting. 

“Sometimes, felids join the Star Colony because they make silly choices, or choices without thinking of what could happen first-”

“Well I’ll never do that!” CoatiKit said in their know-it-all tone “Be quiet he’s not done!” hissed RestKit. 

PounceStar blinked slowly and purred weakly at his kit’s innocence, thinking of what to say next.

“Sometimes, felids go missing. Either they die and are eaten, or twolegs take them away in large monsters with shiny coats. Those monsters are fast and dangerous. I want to show you all something so come with me.”  

PounceStar brought the kits out of the snuggery and into the herb felids den. He sat them infront of a beautiful gray-black she-feline with marbled fur. 

“This is StormDazzle. Look at her leg.” he told them. They looked at the leg, bound in cobwebs and herbs, swollen and bent slightly at an odd angle. StormDazzle looked at the kits softly.

“That will happen if you aren’t careful around twolegs.” she said quietly. PounceStar’s whiskers stood straight out seriously.

 “That or they could take you away, you could go missing and never see the Glaring again.” all three kits ears shot up they and huddled together, fur bristled out like it would happen there and then.

“That’ll never happen to us, right PounceStar?! You won’t ever let it happen to us!” VineKit meowed.

PounceStar escorted the kits back to the snuggery and settled them down to sleep, promising to protect them from all he could.

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Really debating posting Potential's Preperation.

Barely any detail. i dont decribe the cats (a few of them i cant now cause i didnt screenshot them) not in the MC pov or anything like that. I guess i will post it, even if i don't like it that much, just to get posting it out of the way. But i'll definitely be revamping it on the side.

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i am procrastinating

imma be honest, the only reason im putting queues up before the drop of the Potential's Preparation is that i don't wanna do all the editing and stuff (changed the names of animals) and im procrastinating having to do it.

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The sister of my cat died and i tried to save her by reloading the clan and i restarted the whole clan so um........ Fuck i'll finish writing the cliff notes i had and then imma rewrite what i must. im glad i was only 12 moons in

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StoryClan

@wildfiresongbird and i are making a Warrior Cats rewrite so to help with characterization/ detailing/ general story telling practice i'm starting a LifeGen run.

I'll be doing different lives and each life will be as unique as possible. Some lives will be used as stories for legendary warriors in our rewrite cause oral storytelling will be more important, but i'll try to post the more exciting stories here cause i want to lolol