#Warrior Cats oc

[cryptidclaw]

I needed a break from finals so I drew one of my Lifegen cats' family trees as a treat today! There is so much drama with this guy... I have some how made a sad orange leader who's loved ones keep dying AGAIN

People this man (Honeystar/swarm) has lost so far: two of his littermates, his mentor and best friend, his mom, his mate, all of his kits except for one (bonus! surviving kit doesn't like to talk to his dad!), annnd one of his apprentices!

He also became leader because his leader confessed to murdering her grandson and proceeded to step down from her position. In her defense... her grandson was also a murderer and is in the DF sooo

[applehopshonor]

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yet another page of bumblespots struggling

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[loudclan-clangen]

Cut for Time - Moon 31

Hey guys! New things! Sometimes when we have long moons, there are scenes that I want to show you guys but I just don't have room to do so. With the suggestion of @snailstep-and-her-clan and the help of the loudclan discord I was able to bring some of these scenes to life in written and illustrated form! Enjoy, and go follow the talented artists if you don't already!

art by @mammoth-clangen

“I’m sorry.” Peakpatch tries to look down at his paws shamefully, but Jaggedtail places a paw under his chin, gently urging Peakpatch to look him in the eye.

“Don’t be sorry.”

“But it’s stupid-” tears prick at Peakpatch’s eyes.

“It’s not stupid. Don’t be sorry.” Jaggedtail’s voice is solid and comforting, Peakpatch fights the urge to melt into it. It feels wrong to seek comfort in his friend after rejecting him. It feels selfish.

“It is stupid. I like you, you like me, we should be mates! I just… I'm not ready…” Peakpatch’s tears begin to drip, and he doesn't have the will to fight it when Jaggedtail pulls him into his chest. 

“I understand, Peakpatch. You don’t have to explain it. It’s okay. I’m here as your friend for as long as you need me to be. And when you’re ready to become mates- if you’re ever ready, I’ll be here then too. I’m not going anywhere. I already promised you that.” Peakpatch let out a shaky breath. He couldn't imagine a life without Jaggedtail. If keeping him at paw's length is what Peakpatch needed to do to keep him alive, then he would be happy to. He could find a way to be happy to.

art by @lurking-in-windclan-camp

Hushed voices echo out of the healer's den, but with the majority of the clan at a gathering there's no one to notice two mischievous apprentices hidden in the shadows of the cave.

“Ah! Shoot!” Dancepaw recoils from one of the piles of herbs, cradling an injured paw, “This one stings!”

Erminepaw peeks over at Dancepaw’s pile. “Hm, that must be nettle, then,” He pauses for a moment, before reaching over and gingerly sweeping it into another pile “Songpaw said that fireweed cures stings, so we’ll put those together. Oo, and the stinkweed too, since they’re both ‘weeds’!”

"What about the berries? They all look the same, so how are we supposed to tell the difference? Taste?" Dancepaw hooks a berry with his claw, raising it to his mouth before a sharp smack from Ermine sends it flying into the dark recesses of the cave.

"No! You never eat a berry that you don't know the name of! Don't you pay attention at all when Songpaw talks?" Ermine's scolding earns him an offended glare.

"Well if you know so much then you do it!" Dancepaw sulks around to the other side of the ledge, shouldering Erminepaw over to the berries.

Erminepaw bristles at the shove, but after a deep breath he begins to hesitantly sort berries, too proud to admit that the task is a bit above his level as well. Besides, Erminepaw assures himself, he's watched his mother do this a thousand times, how hard could it be?

“Songpaw better be grateful that we’re helping him out like this.” Dancepaw grumbles.

“I’m sure he will be when he finds out!” Erminepaw pointedly chirps back, trying to push the creeping feeling of unease back down his spine. If he makes a mistake the healers will fix it. What's the worst that could happen?

Art by @featherfrond

“Hey! Wait up!” Rosehiptree trots up to Kingfur as he slips past the jagged rocks that mark the camp entrance, their pelts brushing as she squeezes through the narrow gap alongside him.

“Everything alright?” Kingfur questions, on edge at the unusual attention. Rosehiptree was his sister Sockeyepelt's friend, it wasn't often that she paid him any mind. Perhaps his prank had inspired the pair of them, the thought sent a shiver down Kingfur's spine. His sister didn't exactly know where the line was when it came to practical jokes. He swore that he still had thorns lodged under his skin from the time she decided he needed to go swimming in a pit of devil's club. It was in his best interest to deflect for now. “Sockeyepelt is sunning back in the camp if you were looking for her.”

“I know that. I’m not looking for her.” Great, Kingfur thought to himself, watching Rosehiptree glance around at their surroundings. Had Sockeyepelt slipped out of camp ahead of them when he wasn't paying attention?

Satisfied with her sweep of the area, Rosehiptree turned her attention back to Kingfur, a wide grin slowly taking hold as ice blue eyes sparkled with delight, “I’m looking for the genius who got Juneaucliff to walk around camp puffed up like a ptarmagin with all that junk smeared on his stupid face!”

Kingfur felt pride well in his chest, but quelled it, not about to let himself fall for such blatant flattery. "You didn't seem to find it all that genius from where I was standing. I didn't think you even payed enough attention to notice."

Rosehiptree rolled her eyes, playfully bumping shoulders with the tom. "That's just cause that's what I wanted you to think. I'm not blind!" Their gazes lock for a moment, before Kingfur glances away, his will power crumbling by the second. Had her eyes alway been that blue? Was that some kind of trick to make him let down his guard? Is there some kind of herb that makes your eyes bluer?

Kingfur takes an instinctive step away from the she-cat, and she hesitates, her gaze dropping as she continues dejectedly, "Juneau's a good guy, don't get me wrong, I'm sure he'd make a great mate, but we're just not on the same page, you know? He deserves someone who's gonna make him happy, and that's not me. It's never gonna be me. But, when I say 'never' he just hears 'not now'." Her eyes flick nervously between her paws as her voice trails off.

This isn't a prank. The realisation washes over him all to late, as Kingfur searches for something to say to her, but caught off guard he comes up empty. Rosehiptree clears her throat and flicks her tail, raising her head once again, and summoning a polite smile. "Well I just wanted to uh, say thanks for getting him off my back for a while." She steps to the side, turning back to camp, and Kingfur's stomach twists.

"Hey, uh-" Having her attention turned back to him once again made some childish part of Kingfur wish he had just let her walk away. But he steeled himself, plastering a confident grin on his face to make up for the fact that his stomach seemed to be trying to climb up out of his throat. "I'm glad I could help, and..." Kingfur's brain was working overtime to find something witty. He wanted to make her laugh again. "I'm glad that you were entertained. That'll make it worth it when he slits my throat in my sleep later tonight."

Rosehiptree grinned again, circling back to his side. "Well at least you'll have died for a worthy cause." Kingfur was going to die right here if she kept smiling at him like that. Would that count as a worthy cause? The tip of his tail flicked rapidly as she approached.

Bolstered by his reciprocated playfulness, Rosehiptree stepped in front of him, brushing the length of her body across his chest, "Of course, if you needed some protection I could always sleep in your nest tonight." Her tail flicked under his chin as she started back to camp once again.

Every fur on Kingfur's pelt stood on end. If he had any brain function at this moment he might worry over his resemblance to a porcupine, but even if he had the mind to do something about it, he couldn't have, as despite feeling like his blood was being heated over a flame, his muscles suddenly seemed to be made of unmovable stone. Perhaps this was a prank, intending to leave him frozen in the middle of this trail for a returning patrol to discover.

"Catch me something while you're out. A puffed up ptarmagin prefferably!" Rosehiptree called to him over her shoulder.

“Y-yeah.” Kingfur stuttered, praying to starclan that his lungs would remember how to work before he passed out. Or at least that he wouldn't topple over before Rosehiptree was out of sight. Mediator heirs weren't supposed to do that, but Kingfur figured that starclan would understand the extenuating circumstances and take pity on him.

That's all for today folks! If you enjoy this I'll do it more! It's a great way for all you background character loving freaks (affectionate) to get some more time with your poor forgotten gays. And it also lets me expand on some ideas that are hard to fit into the comic, like Rosehiptree's complicated feelings about Juneau, which is really fun for me! She's just a heart throb idk what to say. Every man of appropriate age is falling for her. (Except Cave he's too busy being poisoned)

[paintedcomputer]

The Moon and The Sun

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[snailstep-and-her-clan]

Nothing story-related today, just a cute sketch of Snailstep spending time with her mate Ermineclaw.

They're probably gossiping about something or other.

Ermineclaw is based off Yianis Erimway who belongs to @graphite-grey

[mezais]

Hi everyone!

Finding work in animation has been difficult after the writers strike, so in the meantime I thought it would be fun to start taking silly little kitty commissions!

If you’re interested fill out this google forms sheet and I’ll get back to you asap!

Currently I am accepting PayPal or E-Transfer

I will do:

-Ocs

-Warrior Cats

-Clangen cats

-Custom designs

-Sparkle cats

-Pets

I will show you a watermarked version of the finished product. If it is to your liking I will send you an unwatermarked version upon payment, as well as the procreate file if requested

If you have any questions feel free to reach me at contactmezais@gmail.com

Thanks so much for your time! Sharing this post is incredibly appreciated ❤️

[aposterous]

Some owed art for Upsilon on Toyhouse!!

My school year ended today, so I'm free over the holidays! Hopefully, I will remember to post here! But I'll have to see.

[whispersonthewind-comic]

APHIDTAIL 🫶

you can watch me get better at drawing her as you go across the page it's so unreal. it's most important to get her right bc she's the pov character :)

lots of notes for her design / drawing her on model in there

[valletta-alleyways]

medic trio .... theyre all clinically insane in all widely different separate ways

[the-caves-narrative]

Moon 3

[theswedishcatlord101]

Old wc oc redesign and a drawing

Lore:

Gloomkit was born to Goldenwing(the golden cat), the medicine cat of sunclan, and Oakleap(not in the drawing), a warrior of moonclan, alongside her litter mates Foxkit(the red kitten), Glowkit(the golden kitten), and Shadowkit(the blue one), in a small cave far from camp which is where they lived for half a moon till Goldenwing took them to Sunclan camp claiming them to be abandoned kits she found, Gloomkit grew up and found herself interested in the herbs her litter mates found boring or disgusting. When she reached six moons she started training under Goldenwing to be a medicine cat, soon at 12 moons she proved herself a true medicine cat after helping a queen deliver her litter. Gloomsplice was never one to talk to her clan mates but after a tom kept ending up in her den they became friends the tom and her soon caught feeling and since she knew she loved him over all she switched, becoming a warrior instead to be with her love. The two soon had a litter of one, a small, black she-kit they named Ravenkit, her life was perfect… everything was going great… but soon it all would cash down on her… a fire had started in the field the cats lived in and soon the clans needed to escape. Gloomsplice tried to save every cat she could but her former mentor was too injured to be saved. “No! No no!” She hissed but not out of anger… “I can’t leave you here!” The tortie held tears back as the old she-cat smiled “Don’t cry Gloomsplice…” Gloomsplice felt her paws quiver as she heard stones fall and the fire spread, “We have to go! Come on Goldenwing you can still be saved!” The cream she-cat layed down. “No… Listen to me Gloomsplice.” Goldenwing’s tone was serious as she layed down on the ground. “I have taught you to save cats no matter what, that includes you. Your the only hope this clan has… don’t let yourself die with me…” Gloomsplice cried as she stood up her eyes not leaving the old she-cat. “But there’s one thing I have to tell you…” She continued, “I’m your mother Gloomsplice…”. Gloomsplice goes on to new territories as a medicine cat again with the clans and after training a white tom by the name of Beepaw(soon Beewing) dies of age.

[basil-kat]

Three of them

[spikeclan]

Future characters. Will not be seen for a long while

[kathirein]

chapter two. pg 15

[snowycavern]

What do you guys think of my new warrior cats OC His name is Firestone and he rolls