#applepelt

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 73, Part 2

Downstar and Weedfoot are ambushed by… something.

[Image ID: Downstar overlooks a crowd that includes Oilstripe, Lavendertwist, Rabbitjoy, and Paleseed on the left, James, Carnationspeckle, Waspdawn, and Puddlewhisper on the right. Under all but Downstar, it reads + CONDITION: GRIEVING. Under Downstar, it says LIVES LEFT: 3.]

Weedfoot woke up with a sudden, violent gasp. Her memory flashed, blood spasming to catch up to the present. Phantom pain pressed her into the moist grass. Breathe, breathe, breathe. No, not just that, move. Where was Downstar? She had been right next to Weedfoot, the two on their first patrol alone in ages, a flash to the earliest days of RippleClan… where had she gone? What had happened?

The creature. Weedfoot remembered it now. It had come out of nowhere. It was no dog, no wolf or bear or human. Something… thin, hollow, and hungry. Weedfoot grit her teeth so tight she thought her fangs would pierce into her brain. She forced herself up, the memories of claw and tooth sharp against her pelt. 

Weedfoot wanted to be sick. All she saw was blood on the grass, vibrant green turned dull purple in the late evening glow. It splattered along the tall pine trunks and pooled under Weedfoot. The stench of innards and exposed muscle twisted her stomach. But the worst part of it all was Downstar, laying with her back against an oak tree, battle wounds covering her bicolored pelt and a large chunk of flesh missing from her stomach.

“Downstar!” Weedfoot whined, scrambling to her friend and leader. Downstar’s chest shivered slightly. Her paws twitched. Her half-open amber eyes stared hazily at the horrific scene around her. Weedfoot skidded in front of Downstar, keeping her eyes away from her awful wound. Had she already lost a life? If she hadn’t, she was close. But she had five to spare, Weedfoot could get her to the clerics. She would be fine. Yet could she move Downstar with a wound of that severity? 

“I’m here, Downstar,” Weedfoot moaned, setting her paw against Downstar’s bloodied shoulder.

Her paw phased through Downstar’s body.

“She’s already lost one life. It’ll take another before we can heal her, and she’ll still be in danger.” That voice. Weedfoot squeezed her eyes tight, trying to fight back the wave of misery and hopelessness that flooded her face. Weedfoot heard that voice whenever her daughter shot out a clever remark or insightful comment. She heard it in her memories, both good and bad.

Puddlespeckle and Applepelt’s spirits stood beside Downstar’s dying form, pelts sparkling and shining onto her bloodstained fur. Weedfoot wasn’t sure she had ever seen her father look so young. She named Puddlewhisper right; she looked just like her grandfather. It had been so long, Weedfoot had almost forgotten the resemblance.

“Not now,” Weedfoot moaned, her whole body shaking in a decisive no. “Please, not yet, Father. Lightningkit and Cobaltkit are still in the nursery. Waspdawn just lost Littlekit, he’s been so strong, he can’t lose me too.”

“Weedfoot,” Applepelt warned, “as someone who cares about you, I’m telling you now, do not look at your body. You don’t deserve to remember yourself like that.” They walked around Weedfoot, pushing her head forward as it instinctually looked back. Weedfoot only caught a glimpse of her own bloody paw, claws splayed out in the heat of battle.

“Applepelt is here to take you to StarClan,” Puddlespeckle explained. “I… wanted to come with for this.” For a moment that disgusted Weedfoot as soon as it passed, excitement sparked through her chest. She would see Ripplefern again. Fennelspot and Burdockstream, Lavenderleaf, Wasppaw, Paleshade… but she would leave so many behind. The dozen different emotions battling for control in her chest fused together into a single clear thought.

Downstar needed help.

“I’ll go,” Weedfoot choked out, backing up, “but not before I save my friend!” She shut her eyes as she spun around Applepelt and ran in the direction of camp. She knew if she saw herself, she would lack the strength to do what needed to be done. She was still RippleClan’s deputy, and she would do her job!

“Let her go, Puddlespeckle,” she heard Applepelt snap behind her. “This will be better.”

As Weedfoot ran home, she noticed a strength in her muscles that had, day by day, left her in recent moons. She felt like she could run across all five Clans without so much as a single pant. Even her fur, translucent as she now saw it to be, looked brighter than it had since Scaleripple’s birth. The world, settling down into a cool summer night, was more alive than ever before. And all Weedfoot had to do to see that was die.

“Oilstripe!” she yowled, voice catching against the trees. “Oilstripe!” She had always wondered what it was like for her former apprentice to see the spirits of StarClan as they roamed their old home. How she hated to be one of them that day.

Weedfoot could see the shipwreck now. The decaying wood looked golden in the setting sun, with huge shadows of spruces, elders, and rowans dappling the rocky walls of camp. Puddlespeckle and Applepelt had somehow beaten Weedfoot to camp, but they sat on the Resting Place, watching quietly. Leathermask sat guard outside of camp, unflinching to Weedfoot’s call. Weedfoot slowed at the crest of the trees when Oilstripe hurried out of camp, wild eyes meeting Weedfoot’s. Weedfoot’s soul broke just a bit more; how often did Oilstripe have to learn of a Clanmate’s death in such a way? If there had been any better option, Weedfoot would have spared her dear friend the pain. But instead she squared her shoulders as Oilstripe bolted at her.

“No no no,” Oilstripe cried as she reached her old mentor, legs weakening with every frantic step.

“Stop,” Weedfoot barked. Oilstripe gasped, paws digging into the sand and dirt. “Oilstripe, I’m sorry, but you need to listen to me right now. You can’t save me, but you can save Downstar.”

“How—” Oilstripe whined. She panted so hard, she could barely speak.

“Just listen, please,” Weedfoot begged. “I need you to find Spikecrash, Rapidleaf, and Honeybuzz. It has to be Honeybuzz, not Troutpool, do you understand? I know your daughter, she won’t be able to focus on Downstar. Get those three cats and have them bring a long pelt and whatever medicine Honeybuzz needs to treat a gaping wound. Only bring those three, nod if you understand.” Oilstripe swallowed hard, but nodded. “Do not let anyone else come with you, especially not my family. Have the patrol follow you, and I’ll lead you to Downstar. Oilstripe, when I tell you to stop, you stop. Don’t go any further, just send the patrol forward and tell them to cover my body. Don’t look at me, I am begging you, Oilstripe, do not look. Do you understand?” Oilstripe nodded once more, paws twitching, ready to run. “Now go!” Oilstripe was off like lightning, scrambling back into camp with a yowl. Leathermask jumped as she soared past him. He followed the heartbroken molly back into camp.

Applepelt and Puddlespeckle were silent witnesses as Weedfoot led her Clan to Downstar’s rescue. She could see them, sitting, watching, waiting for Weedfoot to acknowledge them once more as she made sure Honeybuzz could save Downstar’s remaining lives. Weedfoot ignored her father as Oilstripe begged Weedfoot for answers that she could not provide. She stayed silent as Rapidleaf and Honeybuzz hurried Downstar to camp. She watched over RippleClan’s camp as one by one, everyone she cared for crumbled under the news.

As midnight crept closer, Weedfoot found herself tucked into the shadows of the medicine den, staring at Honeybuzz, Troutpool, and Weevilpaw as they sat around Downstar. Bandages wrapped around Downstar’s belly, clean moss stuffed into the healing wound. Cobwebs concealed Downstar’s smaller scars, turning her calico. Weedfoot stared into her dear friend’s tired eyes and prayed once more that she could offer some comfort. Firelight dapped the den floor.

“If you don’t rest, you’ll lose three lives rather than two,” Honeybuzz muttered, testing the tightness of Downstar’s bandages. 

“Regardless, I need to gather the Clan,” Downstar sighed. “They need to hear from me before midnight.”

“That won’t be hard,” Weevilpaw gulped, glancing out of the den. “I don’t think anyone’s asleep tonight.”

“I promise, Downstar,” Troutpool said, touching her leader’s nose, “we’ll try a few rituals to figure out what attacked you. As soon as the half-moon comes around again, we’ll petition StarClan for more information.”

“Help me to the edge of the den,” Downstar said softly. “Weevilpaw… call the Clan for me.” Weevilpaw stiffened, nodding solemnly. Honeybuzz and Troutpool got on either side of Downstar, trying to scoop her nest with her. With Downstar providing what strength she still possessed, the three inched the tortoiseshell leader close to the entrance of the medicine den. 

“Downstar’s calling a Clan meeting,” Weevilpaw called hesitantly into the camp clearing. “Over here.” All of RippleClan sat before the shipwreck, sharing tongues and caterwauls. There was no body to sit vigil for; the look in Spikecrash’s eyes when she insisted on immediate burial silenced even the most curious of cats. Weedfoot’s family all sat together, piled on one another in shared misery. James was almost hidden under his sons and daughters. Even Scaleripple joined in, hiding his head in Waspdawn’s pelt. Lightningkit, Cobaltkit, and Waspdawn’s litter snuggled in where they could, their youth providing no hiding place for their grief. Stormkit, Yellowkit, and Sandkit seemed so… hollow. Oh why did Weedfoot have to be the one to bring such despair to their eyes? When did her family get so, so big?

All of RippleClan slowly made their way around the medicine den. Weedfoot sat beside Downstar, midnight cold sinking through her ghostly fur with every stare that passed through her. Oilstripe could not look away from her, gathered tightly beside Carnationspeckle, Rattlepelt, Tallowpaw, and Slushpaw. It was all Weedfoot could do to nod at her old beloved apprentice.

“What happened, Downstar?” James asked. Weedfoot had never heard such monotone from her mate before. 

“I wish I could explain it,” Downstar sighed, groaning as she shifted to look over her Clan. “My memory is foggy. I barely saw it coming. Whatever attacked us did so with brutal efficiency.”

“Was it another Clan?” Paleseed whined. “Downstar, what did they do to my mother?” Downstar flinched at Paleseed’s cry. Darkkick crept from the back of the crowd, and Paleseed pressed her head into the older molly’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to scare you,” Downstar said. “However… from what I remember, I don’t believe what attacked us was any living creature.”

“A Spirit of Shadow,” Trumpetspore yowled from somewhere in the back of the crowd. “It was a Spirit of Shadow! Not again! Not again!” Trumpetspore’s panic swept through the crowd. Estherfern’s kits seemed half their age as they pressed into their mother, whimpering. Currentpaw wailed as Elmsprout wrapped her tail over him. Rattlepelt slunk behind Carnationspeckle. 

“Please, everyone, we can’t panic,” Downstar called. She groaned as her stomach twitched, strained from the effort of yowling. “There’s a lot we don’t know about what happened, or why. We’ll take every precaution when leaving camp until we have this situation sorted. I will not abandon you. StarClan will not abandon us. We will figure out what happened, drive out this threat, and recover, as we always do.” The cooler heads in the crowd groomed the fur of their terrified kin. The Clan’s voices died down as Downstar took a few slow breaths.

“This Clan would not exist without Weedfoot,” Downstar sighed. “She and Paleshade were the spark that gave us life. When we formed RippleClan, we all wanted her to be our leader. She would have led us well. But she asked me to take my nine lives instead so she could grieve for her first mate and find her footing once again. I regret all the times my mind turned my heart against her, and I will always see her as my sister. It will be many moons before another deputy can match her in skill and wisdom.” Had Downstar always thought that of Weedfoot? Some moons it felt like the pair were always disagreeing on how to run the Clan. But that wasn’t the truth of their relationship, was it? “Despite that, we need a new deputy.”

“We’ve never had to do this before,” Carnationspeckle muttered. “We don’t have to follow the traditions of the other Clans. We can pick a new deputy in the morning, Downstar. It… it might be better.”

“I don’t want to wait long,” Downstar said, glancing at her wound. “I’ll be recovering for the rest of the moon, and the Gathering is in two nights. We need a deputy. And I know who I want at my side.” Downstar cleared her throat. “I say these words before StarClan, so that Weedfoot’s spirit may hear my words and approve my choice. The next deputy of RippleClan will be Oilstripe.” Weedfoot rose, the weight in her heart relaxing ever so slightly. Oilstripe stayed sitting, blinking rapidly.

“But…” Oilstripe gulped. “You don’t like me. You never have.”

“There’s a lot that we disagree on,” Downstar admitted, bowing her head. “Yet your intelligence and compassion have won you many friends. You are a major part of this Clan, and I trust you to lead it when I’m gone.” Oilstripe stared at Weedfoot, mouth half open in utter surprise.

“She’s right,” Weedfoot purred. She stood in front of Oilstripe, the soft glow of her transparent body shining against Oilstripe’s ginger fur. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to follow in my pawsteps.” Sparkling light danced behind Oilstripe. Puddlespeckle and Applepelt waited at the edge of camp, sitting patiently. Weedfoot blinked and found herself standing beside the pair just as the Clan began to chant Oilstripe’s name.

“Let’s make this official,” Applepelt chirped. She touched her nose to Weedfoot’s. Warmth flooded Weedfoot. Her pelt exploded in white light. Stardust sprinkled her body in vibrant patterns. Her blue eyes burned bright. Suddenly, she knew. She knew what happened to her. She knew what attacked her, where it came from, and what lurked over RippleClan’s head.

“We have to tell them,” Weedfoot said, turning back to her family.

“You can’t,” Puddlespeckle said softly. Just as quickly as the future unraveled before her, so too did Puddlespeckle’s meaning. She couldn’t. She literally, physically, could not tell them.

“Will they be alright?” Weedfoot gulped, forcing herself to look away.

“Life goes on,” Puddlespeckle promised. He gently nosed Weedfoot’s forehead. “You were a good daughter to have, Weedfoot. Now come along. It’s time to go.”

(Weedfoot: 122, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Downstar: 132, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Puddlespeckle: 156, male, elder, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

(Applepelt: 31, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)

(Oilstripe: 77, female, deputy, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(James: 149, male, elder, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Paleseed: 39, female, mediator, insecure, incredible runner, steady paws)

(Trumpetspore: 34, female, warrior, nervous, excellent potter, good storyteller)

[Image ID: Honeybuzz and Downstar speak with Weevilpaw, Anchovypaw, and Wolfpaw. Honeybuzz says "We call it the Rule of Three. When times of intense peril approach the Clans, it is said the All-Seeing pulls water from the river of space and time and blesses three kits. It explains everything.”]

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“Anchovy! Anchovypaw, wake up.” Anchovypaw opened his eye half-way. Weevilpaw stared at him, nose inches from his face. He smacked her muzzle back with a groan.

“I’m tired, Weevilpaw,” he groaned, rolling over. “Can we do this later?”

“Downstar wants to talk to us,” Weevilpaw whispered. “She’s with Honeybuzz. Come on, it’s important!” Anchovypaw dragged his head up. Wolfpaw was already awake, fidgeting outside the apprentice’s den. The crest of the sun peeked over the sea, turning the sky purple. The sleeping forms of the other apprentices rose and fell with the soft pattern of the waves. Anchovypaw groaned as he got out of his cozy nest, warm from his body heat, and snuck around Billowpaw and Ravenpaw. Weevilpaw jumped over Silverpaw and followed her friend out.

It was the morning after the Gathering, and everyone was exhausted. Halibutdusk limped back to the warrior’s den, finally relieved from guard duty as Oilstripe guided Clammask and Drumtooth out on patrol. The purple light of the early dawn unnerved Anchovypaw that morning, even though he had seen that sunrise a hundred times. Weevilpaw led him and Wolfpaw across camp to the leader’s den. Anchovypaw could see Downstar’s eyes gleaming from inside her sheltered nest. Honeybuzz sat beside her, fiddling with a cicada wing under his paw. While the bandages around Downstar’s torso were no longer so blood-stained, black ichor still stained them like a hole in the world. Anchovypaw focused on his leader’s face instead.

“What’s wrong?” Wolfpaw asked.

“I spoke with the other clerics last night,” Honeybuzz explained, waving the trio closer. “I may have an explanation for your abilities.”

“Finally,” Weevilpaw groaned, kneading the leather-lined floor. “I knew we weren’t the first. I just knew it. Why else would there be so many stories of powerful cats?”

“There’s a reason those cats come in threes,” Honeybuzz sighed. Anchovypaw moved closer, almost forgetting to breathe. “We call it the Rule of Three. When times of intense peril approach the Clans, it is said the All-Seeing pulls water from the river of space and time and blesses three kits. It explains everything.”

“Intense peril?” Anchovypaw said, no longer able to keep his gaze from Downstar’s wound. “Like now?”

“We’ve come across two Spirits of Shadow in the span of three moons,” Downstar sighed. “Think about your powers. They are designed in just such a way to prove effective against spirits and their powers. You see their influence. You predict their moves. You can even trap them in place.” Downstar pulled a paw over her muzzle. 

“I don’t like using apprentices in this way, but I need all three of you on alert and ready to help. You may be all that stands between our safety and another of our kin leaving us, just like Weedfoot did.”

(Weevilpaw: 8, female, cleric apprentive, adventurous, curious about StarClan)

(Anchovypaw: 8, male, warrior apprentice, playful, curious about StarClan)

(Wolfpaw: 8, female, codekeeper apprentice, thoughtful, curious about StarClan, confident with words)

(Honeybuzz: 21, male, cleric, daring, skilled toolsmith)

(Downstar: 132, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

[fcclangen]

Moon 49

[mousetoe-wc]

Palebird Rewritten Family Tree! My First Windclan Family tree rewrite! Windclan was surprisingly easy for me. Now on to the Notes:

Tallpoppy and Applefur of Shadowclan and Tawnyfur of Windclan are the kids of Rabbitear. Tallpoppy and Applefur were stolen during into the wild when windclan was being chased out by shadowclan.

Rabbitear died in the battle and Tawnyfur was nursed/raised by Ashfoot and Morningflower, Gorsekit, Tawnykit and Eaglekit were inseparable.

Wrenflight is Onewhiskers mother because I find considering the Windclan leader problems in TNP.

[blooming-fire-au]

Burning Thistles Finchflight: Disgusting (among other things). Hope his spirit gets destroyed. Hope he rots forever if nothing else. No sympathy

Blooming Fire Finchflight: Literally just some guy. The Brackenfur or early Thornclaw of pre-Brokenstar ShadowClan. Would probably destroy the spirit of his counterpart if he found out about him. Actually sympathetic

@burning-thistles-bt probably my favorite imagining between our counterparts of the same character (although Frostfur is up there, and I'm wanting to work out Copperleaf and Dawnfoot)

[frongle444]

squirrelcrow hypokits

i don't like this ship personally but it kind of just happened

inspired by the three (sort of?)

left to right: Inkspot (Hollyleaf), Blazesplash (Lionblaze), Applepelt, Jaystripe (Jayfeather)

[healing-fire--rewrite]

I'm no longer able to fit this into Healing Fire due to the erasure of twolegs, so here's the original rewrite of Firestar's Quest because I'm very proud of it and love it very very much.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Sweetflower (Princess) and Sandstorm go and create Modern SkyClan together. Fire has his dreams as per FQ, but as he's the only advisor of Thunder Sect, he's like "I would fucking love to help but I cannot". He confides in Sandstorm, Greystripe, and Sweetflower about it, and Sweetflower's like "hey, I'm your kin, which means I also don't have Sect blood. I'll go rebuild the Sky Sect in your place!" Sandstorm is like "not without me, you're not!"

So they talk with Bluestar and she lets them go. Tawny, who stayed with the Thunder Sect but never really felt like a part of it, volunteers to go as well. She and Bramble still haven't received their warrior names- they're still being treated as evil disasters waiting to happen.

Tawny ultimately decides to stay and live with live Sky Sect; they don't know her family history, after all, and she truly feels connected to these cats. She eventually (years down the line) becomes deputy!

The main argument between Sweetflower and Sandstorm is Kittypet Life vs Warrior Life, instead of Dead Girl vs Alive Girl. Sweetflower believes that Boris and Cherry can absolutely live as both warriors and house cats; Sandstorm insists they can't. Sweetflower knows what it's like to be forced to choose between two things you love; Sandstorm is scared that she's going to leave her.

Name Changes Leafdapple → Leafheart Cherry → Same change as FQ Boris → Applepelt Tawnypaw → Tawnyfur Sharpclaw → Waspclaw Clover → Cloverbelly Echosong → Echocreek Petalnose → Petalfur Patchfoot → Patchfur Hutch → Briarstripe Lichen → Lichenshade

[shadowsofcrystals]

ALLEGIANCES

SunClan

Leader: MorningCrystal - Golden colored tabby molly, with cream colored underbelly and forest-green eyes. She wears a sunflower as decoration.

Deputy: BristleRose - Silver colored molly with rough, spiky fur and white underbelly. She has dark green eyes and a scar across her face. She wears a red rose as decoration.

Healers:

CanarySong - Golden colored tom with lighter spots, and orange eyes.

CherryWing - White and reddish colored molly, with a few ginger patches and amber eyes. She has folded ears. She wears a yellow rose as decoration.

HoneyLeaf - Brown colored tom with a lighter underbelly, and cream speckles across his pelt. He has amber eyes, and wears juniper berries as decoration.

Warriors:

KestrelCloud - Light brown colored molly with cream underbelly and darker speckles across her pelt, like a kestrel's feathers. She has amber eyes, and really soft fur.

AshFire - Dark gray colored tom with lighter speckles, and blue eyes. His body is covered in burn scars, and has torn ears.

DaisyBloom - Cream colored molly with ginger freckles and amber eyes. She wears small, purple flowers as decoration.

BrambleRoar - Black colored tom with brown tabby stripes, and white underbelly. He has blue eyes, with a clawmark across his face. (StarPaw)

AmberFur - Flame colored tom with a lighter underbelly and amber eyes. (DawnPaw)

SilverBloom - Silver colored tom with white underbelly, purple eyes, and a scar across his face. He wears purple flowers as decoration.

EbonyWhisker - Black tom with gray spots and purple eyes. Wears vines as decoration. (FogPaw)

GoldenFlame - Flame colored molly with a lighter underbelly and amber eyes. (LittlePaw)

FeatherWish - Gray colored molly with black tabby stripes and white underbelly. She has brown eyes.

Queens:

SparkPoppy - Calico molly with amber eyes, and wears a yellow rose as decoration.

FrecklePelt - Light brown molly with cream underbelly and spots. She has purple eyes and wears a sunflower as decoration.

SageFlower - White and silver colored molly with green eyes. She wears sage flowers as decoration. Permaqueen.

MoonHeart - Silver colored molly with white underbelly and darker freckles. Lavender-colored eyes, with a clawmark across her face. Currently pregnant with AmberFur's kits.

Apprentices:

StarPaw - Cream colored molly with a lighter underbelly, and star-shaped patches across her pelt. She has blue eyes.

DawnPaw - Ginger molly with a lighter underbelly and golden ears. She has yellowish-green eyes.

FogPaw - Dark colored tom with silver underbelly and blue eyes.

LittlePaw - Gray tom with cream underbelly and ginger freckles and green eyes.

Kits:

HeatherKit - Pale gray colored molly with white underbelly and brown paws. She has lavender-colored eyes, and wears lavender as decoration. Kit of WillowClaw and FrecklePelt.

FerretKit - Sand colored tom with brown tabby stripes, and brown mask across his face. He has blue eyes. Kit of WillowClaw and FrecklePelt.

MapleKit - Calico molly with amber eyes. Kit of EbonyWhisker and SparkPoppy.

BlossomKit - Calico molly with purple eyes, she always has leaves stuck in her fur. Kit of EbonyWhisker and SparkPoppy.

CrowKit - All-black tom with heterochromic blue and green eyes. Originally found in abandoned, adopted kit of EbonyWhisker and SparkPoppy.

Elders:

RipplePelt - Gray tom with pale blue eyes and small ears. He has a scar across his shoulder.

AcornNose - Brown colored tom with lighter patches and yellow eyes.

MistyHeart - Gray molly with darker patches and blue eyes. She has a scar across her face.

ApplePelt - Cream colored tom with ginger speckles and purple eyes.

TawnyFlower - Brown colored molly with lighter patches and amber eyes. She wears a sunflower as decoration.

LavenderPetal - Blue-gray colored molly with purple eyes. Wears lavender as decoration.

LeafClan

Leader: StormCrystal - Dark gray colored tom with lighter underbelly and mask across his face. He has dry, rough fur, and amber eyes. He wears dry maple leaves as decoration.

Deputy: CinnamonCloud - Reddish colored molly with cream underbelly and blue eyes.

Healers:

FireFlake - Flame colored tom with lighter underbelly and blue eyes. Wears leaves as decoration. (MouseStripe)

Warriors:

MoonDancer - Silver colored tabby tom with amber eyes.

SunChaser - Golden colored molly with lighter underbelly, and darker spots. She has green eyes.

AppleDapple - Golden, reddish and brown colored molly with green eyes. (FlowerPaw)

BlueTail - Dark brown tom with blue-gray patches and tail, and red eyes.

CreekRipple - Brown tolly with white and golden patches, and red eyes.

BrackenWing - Brown molly with a lighter colored stripe along her back, and blue eyes. (Created by Fives)

ReedPelt - Reddish-brown colored tom with white underbelly and amber eyes. (OakPaw)

LynxShadow - Golden colored tom with black ears and paws. He has green eyes. (Created by Fives)

RussetRose - Rust colored molly with lighter patches and green eyes. (HawkPaw)

Queens:

MilkFlower - White and silver colored molly with green eyes. Wears a sunflower as decoration. Currently pregnant with MudStorm's kits.

HazelPelt - Light brown and golder colored molly with green eyes. Currently pregnant with CreekRipple's kits.

MarigoldBloom - Golden colored, elderly molly with brown eyes. She wears a sunflower as decoration. Permaqueen.

Apprentices:

MouseStripe - Healer's apprentice, former warrior. Light brown tom with a darker stripe running down his back, and round ears. He has blue eyes.

OakPaw - Cream colored tom with brown patches and brown eyes. (Created by Fives)

FlowerPaw - Golden-ginger tabby molly with blue eyes. (Created by Fives)

HawkPaw - Dark brown tom with cream underbelly and blue eyes.

Kits: N/A

Elders:

OwlFeather - Brown and golden tabby tom with big, green eyes.

RiverFlow - Blue-gray colored molly with darker speckles. She has blue, blind eyes, and wears juniper berries as decoration.

RunningFoot - Dark brown tom with lighter tabby stripes, and yellowish-green eyes.

AspenLeaf - Dark gray molly with lighter underbelly and blue eyes. She wears blue flowers as decoration.

SongWillow - Dark gray molly with lighter underbelly and heterochromic blue & yellow eyes. She wears a luna moth wing as decoration.

MountClan

Leader: FoxCrystal - Reddish and cream colored transmasc tom, with black ears and paws, resembling a fox. He has green eyes, and always has leaves stuck in his fur. He also has a scar across his left eye. (StormPaw)

Deputy: HollyFeather - All-black transfem molly with brown eyes, and long, silky fur. She wears holly leaves and berries as decoration.

Healers:

BadgerFrost - Black molly with white stripes, resembling a badger. She has small ears and purple eyes. She always has dry leaves in her fur. (CinderPaw)

Warriors:

MudStorm - Brown tabby tolly with white underbelly and amber eyes.

BurrStrike - Brown tom with cream underbelly, with light brown and black spots all along his pelt. He has yellow eyes with a clawmark across the left one, and wears oak leaves as decoration.

WillowClaw - Gray tolly with black tabby stripes and blue eyes. Wears oak leaves as decoration.

SquirrelHeart - Ginger cat with amber eyes.

SwiftClaw - Black and white tom, covered in battle scars. He has amber eyes.

RavenFlight - All-black molly with purple eyes. (WolfPaw)

HawkFeather - Brown and light brown transfem molly, with black speckles and amber eyes.

BlueBird - Handsome, blue-gray tom with white underbelly and torn ears. He has blue eyes, with a scar on the right one. (WindPaw)

JayClaw - Blue-gray tom with white underbelly and speckles. He has blue eyes.

BugWhisker - Gray and white colored tom with yellow eyes and a scratch on his nose bridge. He has sprouts growing from his fur. (Created by Fives)

Queens:

ThunderWhisker - Dark gray molly with black patches, and gray underbelly. She has amber eyes. Permaqueen.

BlackFlower - Dark gray molly with black speckles and yellow eyes. She wears a sunflower as decoration. Permaqueen.

WaspSpike - Golden and white molly with black tabby stripes and blue eyes.

RoseBloom - Reddish and cream colored molly with black ears, paws and freckles. She has amber eyes and wears a red rose as decoration.

Apprentices:

WolfPaw - Gray colored tom with black speckles and amber eyes.

WindPaw - Pale gray, tabby tom with yellow eyes.

CinderPaw - Healer's apprentice. All-black molly with amber eyes.

StormPaw - White colored tom with dark gray, tabby patches and yellow eyes. Ex-kittypet, until his owners abandoned him. (Based on my old housecat <3)

Kits:

RedKit - Reddish and golden colored molly with white underbelly, and yellow eyes. She wears red flowers as decoration. Kit of RoseBloom.

BlossomKit - Reddish molly with white underbelly and black ears. She has blue eyes and wears yellow flowers as decoration. Kit of RoseBloom.

PetalKit - Ginger and cream colored molly with brown eyes, and green eyes. She wears blue flowers as decoration. Kit of RoseBloom.

WishKit - Golden and flame colored, tabby molly with blue eyes. Kit of SquirrelHeart and WaspSpike.

BeeKit - Golden colored molly with brown tabby stripes, and blue eyes. Kit of SquirrelHeart and WaspSpike.

BrightKit - Golden colored tom with ginger patches and green eyes. Kit of SquirrelHeart and WaspSpike.

Elders:

SparrowTail - Brown tom with black tabby stripes and amber eyes.

RobinPelt - Cream colored molly with brown eyes, and black tabby stripes. She has green eyes.

BriarPetal - Reddish and ginger colored molly with orange eyes. She wears a red rose as decoration.

SpiderFur - All-black tom with torn ears, and flame-colored eyes.

HeatherFlight - Pale gray molly with lavender-colored eyes.

SnowClan

Leader: BloomCrystal - Cream colored molly with a ginger mask across her face, and ginger freckles. She has folded ears, lavender-colored eyes, and wears lavender as decoration.

Deputy: DappleHeart - Tortoiseshell tolly with white underbelly and blue eyes.

Healers:

JayFlower - Blue-gray molly with long, velvety fur. She has white patterns on her fur, and blue eyes. She wears blue morpho wings as decoration. (DovePaw)

Warriors:

GoldenHeart - Golden colored tom with cream underbelly, a scratch on his nose, and green eyes. (HollyPaw)

MothPetal - Golden colored molly with cream underbelly, darker freckles, and blue eyes. She wears moth wings as decoration. (DarkPaw)

ThrushSong - Light brown and white tom with green eyes. He always has leaves stuck in his fur.

DuskThorn - Black and gray colored molly with white spots, and blue eyes. She wears blue morpho wings as decoration.

DeerBerry - Light brown and cream colored tom with white freckles, and amber eyes. He wears red flowers as decoration. (SweetPaw)

FernPool - Dark gray, transmasc tom with gray tabby stripes, and white underbelly. He has brown eyes, and wears oak leaves as decoration.

EagleTail - Dark gray molly with gray tabby stripes, and white underbelly. She has lavender-colored eyes.

IceWhisker - All-white tolly with silver freckles, and amber eyes. They wear juniper berries as decoration. (ThistlePaw)

FlamePelt - Flame colored tabby tom with green eyes.

RedFang - Reddish colored tom with ginger underbelly, and golden freckles. He has amber eyes.

Queens:

NightFur - Black molly with white underbelly, blue eyes, and a scratch across her face. Permaqueen.

IvyLeaf - White and gray molly with blue eyes. She wears oak leaves as decoration. Currently pregnant with FlamePelt's kits.

LilyPetal - Pale gray molly with white underbelly, and blue-gray freckles. She has curly fur, and blue eyes. She wears luna moth wings as decoration.

Apprentices:

DovePaw - Healer's apprentice. Pale gray molly with white underbelly, and amber eyes. She wears purple flowers as decoration.

SweetPaw - Light brown molly with cream underbelly, blue-gray freckles, and blue eyes. She wears moth wings as decoration.

ThistlePaw - Black and white tom with gray tabby stripes, light brown freckles and green eyes.

DarkPaw - Black and gray colored tom with cream speckles and blue eyes.

FlyPaw - Reddish-brown and cream colored tom with black tabby stripes and blue eyes.

HollyPaw - Black and cream colored molly with white underbelly, and green eyes. She wears holly leaves and berries as decoration.

Kits:

DaisyKit - Golden and white molly with blue eyes. Kit of RedFang and LilyPetal.

RainKit - Blue-gray tom with white underbelly and amber eyes.

FoxKit - Flame colored tom with cream underbelly, reddish freckles, and green eyes.

Elders:

WhiteFlower - All-white molly with amber eyes.

StormFeather - Dark gray tom with lighter underbelly and black spots. He has blue eyes.

SilverShine - Silver colored molly with blue eyes.

BlueMist - Blue-gray tom with blue eyes. Strange, blue mushrooms are growing on his fur.

BeechFoot - White tom with brown patches and brown eyes. He wears leaves in his fur.

Cats Outside of Clans

River - Pale gray molly with white underbelly, and black tabby stripes. She has heterochromic blue and green eyes, and a scratch on her nose bridge. She wears juniper berries as decoration. Usually wanders around MountClan's territory. (Created by Fives)

Chester - Brown tom with lighter patches and mask. He has eerie green eyes, and wears a purple collar. Kittypet, near SunClan's territory.

Scarlett - Reddish-ginger colored molly, with amber eyes and a nicely decorated collar. Kittypet near SunClan's territory.

Snowflake - Huge, white and silver colored tom with purple eyes. He wears a purple bandanna and has a scar across his face. He lives in a barn near SnowClan's territory.

Blueberry - Blue-gray colored molly with darker freckles, and curly fur. She has brown eyes, and a scar across her left eye that makes her half-blind. Lives with Snowflake in the barn, currently pregnant with his kits.

Spirits

SootStep - Black colored rom with gray speckles and green eyes. Resides in CrystalClan.

BlizzardGaze - White colored tom with reddish speckles and blue eyes. Resides in CrystalClan.

WildFlower - White colored molly with reddish tabby stripes and emerald-green eyes. Her fur is decorated with all kinds of flowers. Resides in the Deadly Woods.

ColdHeart - Blue-gray tabby tom with red eyes. Resides in the Deadly Woods.

FrozenTear - Blue-gray tom with white underbelly and ginger freckles. He has clawmarks across both of his eyes, making him blind. Resides in the Deadly Woods.

Founders

Rising Sun - Short-legged molly with curly, ginger fur and golden underbelly. She has bright green eyes, and wears monarch wings as decoration.

Mountain Peak - Dark gray tolly with black tabby stripes, and rough, spiky fur. They have ragged ears, yellow eyes, and longer fangs. They wear juniper berries as decoration.

Shining Snow - Molly with snow-white pelt and gray underbelly. She has blue and yellow, heterochromic eyes, and is deaf in her right ear. She wears blue flowers as decoration.

Autumn Leaf - Calico tom with unusual, blue eyes, and a scar across his face. He wears oak leaves as decoration.

Who's your favorite?

As you can see, many of these characters were originally created by my dear Fives!! ( @transmascanakin ) Make sure to check him out!

Although I did not show any pictures, felidaze's picrew was a huge help in coming up with all these different cats!!

EDIT 1: Added "tolly" as a gender neutral term; added founders

[mountaingoat-clan]

Mountain Goat Clan Alegences

Leader

Starlingstar [tom]

Deputy

Slugflower [tom]

Medicine cat/ healer

CootStripe [tom]

Warriors

Bramblingheart [she-cat]

Rosenose [tom]

Applepelt [tom]

Apprentices

Hollypaw [she-cat]

Shadowpaw [trans she-cat]

Linnetpaw [tom]

Queens

Ravenberry

Blueear(Capedkit[tom])

Crowblaze(Cremékit[tom])

Elders

Bramblecloud[she-cat]

[wc-icestars-rise]

Applepelt, Warrior of Shadowclan

Applekit - Applepaw - Applepelt

Reddish-brown tom with brown eyes

Affiliations

Shadowclan

Kin

Mother: Liongaze

Father: Eaglebone

Sister(s): N/A

Brother(s): Hollyclaw

Mate(s): Gingersplash

Daughter(s): Foxfang, Brightblaze

Son(s): Firewhisker

General Info

Applepelt is hard to like. He has a very bristly personality and a superiority complex to match. It’s a wonder none of his children inherited it. He hates it when cats touch him and is very testy at gatherings, making him a hazard to bring along. His temper and flare for the dramatic has only worsened as he’s gotten older and his clan mates are exasperated to say the least. Applepelt has been known to cause trouble and start fights if anything even remotely controversial were to be brought up at a gathering.

How Applepelt and his mate, Gingersplash, got together no one is certain. Gingersplash was a Windclan warrior who moved clans to be with Applepelt, knowing Viperstar’s feelings on the matter of half-clan relationships. They had three kits together, but Gingersplash died during a storm when a tree crushed her. Applepelt may have been nearly intolerable before the accident, but this added bitterness onto everything else.

Applepelt was never close with his parents, and wasn’t very affected when they died as elders. They had led good lives and Applepelt was happy for them, but Hollyclaw had been closer to them growing up. This didn’t mean that Applepelt didn’t get along well with his brother. Hollyclaw was the only cat growing up who saw past Applepelt’s grouchy exterior until Gingersplash came into the picture. Applepelt was ready to fight Viperstar for Hollyclaw’s right to keep Ashstorm, and was immensely relieved he didn’t have to. The two know the other one has their back no matter what.

Personality

Applepelt is grouchy, easily irritated, and extremely prideful. He sees himself as the best warrior in Shadowclan and even the smallest slights greatly offend him. He is very passive aggressive when it comes to letting others know they have wrong him and holds grudges. Another way to describe him is petty and vengeful.

Fun Facts

- Applepelt has a rivalry with Badgerclaw of Riverclan and Fidgetleg of Skyclan

- Applepelt has never had an apprentice due to his abrasive nature

- Applepelt tries to go on at least one patrol with at least one of his kits everyday

[burning-thistles-bt]

So... I've been inspired by your AU and have kinda made my own version of it. There's a lot of changes, such as names and relationships (for example, Thistleclaw also went after Willowpelt when she was still an apprentice), plus a lot more creep factor in the other Clans (Finchflight has become a decent guy, he's Amberleaf's mate and the father of Tallpoppy and Applepelt (Applefur from TF), but Brokenstar... yeah I made Brokenstar a lot worse), so it's by no means a direct copy, just a similar starting idea

Also Hattie takes the role of Fireheart in terms of the canon story, Darkstripe and Longtail are littermates and both actually good guys, and this Frostfur is actually hugely sympathetic and sticks up for her friends Spottedleaf and Willowpelt, to the point where Willowpelt trusts her with Greystripe's father being Flintfang of ShadowClan and she promises to take the secret to her grave if she must. There's still some victim blaming but it's from other characters, though one of them is a tragedy herself since she was in a similar situation...

Oh, wow!

Hi, Alder here, and we're glad that our story has inspired you to write your own! I personally know the feeling lol

It sounds like you've got a lot planned out already, and I love the similar yet slight difference you've made!

The idea of bringing Hattie in as a pseudo firestar is an interesting and definitely original idea!

We wish you luck on your writing journey! Welcome to the club lol

Lolling feel free to edit this to add your own thoughts!

Lolling’s edit to add: this is an awesome story idea!!!!! I’m so glad BT could inspire you <3333 (also supportive Frostfur yes~~~~)

[strelles-universe]

Pre-Story Allegiances - ShadowClan

Leader: Nightstar: A sleek furred black tom with sharp yellow eyes.

Deputy: Cinderburr: A short furred, thin gray tom with dark yellow eyes and half chewed off whiskers.

Diplomat: Toadpelt [Former Hunter]: A pale brown tom with green eyes, short legs and a slashed ear.

Medic: Runningbay [Combat Healer]: A skinny, patchy gray and white tom with amber eyes. There’s crust around his nose and in the corner of his eyes. Runningbay has the longest legs and tail of the ShadowClan cats and it’s often remarked that it’s a shame he isn’t a hunter.

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Warriors

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Stumpytail (Guard): A large, long-legged, small eared tom with a slightly offset jaw from his apprenticehood His tail is short and bobbed. He has a dark brown, thick sleek coat with thin, black stripes running along his body. 

Frogleap (Hunter): A smallish, tortie molly with yellow eyes and a shortened tail.

Nettlewhisker (Hunter): A small and rough furred molly with yellow eyes and small paws with a shiny, water-repellent coat.

Salamaderfoot (Guard): A pretty long-legged, tortie molly with green eyes and two white front paws. She has medium length furred with a fluffy plumed tail that she is very proud of.

Grayspeckle (Guard): A pale gray cat with a series of white flecks torn through his coat and pale yellow eyes.

Newtpelt (Hunter): A brown furred tom with short legs resulting in a matted belly and a shortened tail. His muzzle is rounded and he has vibrant yellow eyes.

Wetfoot (Guardcat): A long furred brown tabby tom with bright yellow eyes. His stripes are so dark they’re almost unnoticeable.

Mousewhisker (Murker): A short furred brown tom with white paws and brown eyes.

Wolfstep (Guardcat): A long furred mostly gray tabby tom with a white underbelly and white legs

Fernshade (Murker): A slender tortoiseshell molly with pale yellow eyes and two clawed ears.

Applepelt (Hunter): A mottled brown, long furred tabby molly with pale green eyes

Ratscar (Guard): A dark brown almost black tabby tom with pale green eyes and a long scar across his back.

Russetfur (Murker): A sleek, deep ginger molly with green eyes

Newtspeck (Guard): A thick furred, short pelted tortie molly with yellow eyes. She has a permanent limp from a previous fight. Newtspeck used to be a Sitter.

Lizardstripe (Guard): A pale brown tabby molly with white underbelly and pale yellow eyes. She’s proud to have many battle scars including a torn left ear, a permanent mark over her eye and a slight limp favoring her hind leg.

Littlecloud (Hunter): A tiny, long furred cat with black ears. The black covers his eyes and moves up to his neck and stretched down his back to the tip of his tail. He has pink paw pads and nose with yellow eyes.

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Apprentices

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Mudpaw: A mostly brown tortoiseshell molly with a proud demeanor and piercing orange eyes. Apprentice to Newtpelt.

Pinepaw: A tortie molly with piercing yellow eyes and long hindlegs. Apprentice to Grayspeckle.

Brownpaw: A dark brown tabby tom with a white belly and small ears. Apprentice to Stumpytail.

Oakpaw: A russet furred tom with yellow eyes and a surprisingly long tail.  Apprentice to Wetfoot.

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Monarchs

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Darkflower (Former Hunter): A black furred tabby she-cat with orange eyes and a torn left ear. Nursing Scorchwind’s kits Rowankit, Cedarkit and Lavanderkit.

Tallpoppy (Head Sitter): A long-legged, light brown tabby molly with green eyes and long lightly curled whiskers. She’s very proud of them despite whispers of a possible RiverClan parent.

 Brightflower (Sitter): A bright ginger tabby molly with a flattened face, a snub nose and wide set amber eyes. She has a beautifully curly coat that is difficult to maintain in the muddy territory but she’s proud of it all the same.

Nettlespot (Sitter): A predominantly white molly with ginger spots speckled across her body, long whiskers and pale blue eyes.

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Elders

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Ashfoot (Retiree): A dark gray molly with nearly black legs and pale blue eyes.

Deerleap (Lecturer): A pale gray tabby molly with light blue eyes, white paws and a white belly.

Hollyflower (Lecturer): A dark gray and black molly with a more silvery underbelly and deep blue eyes.

Flintfang (Retiree): A fluffy gray tom with yellow eyes and large paws. His paws are unusually fluffy. Flintfang retired early but didn’t state his reason for doing so.

Poolcloud (Retiree): A long furred gray and white molly with feathery ear fluff and long legs.

Toadskip (Retiree): A brown and white tabby tom with light blue eyes. His underbelly, legs and thighs are all white.

Featherstorm (Lecturer): A deep brown tabby molly with yellow eyes and a steadily graying muzzle.

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 83

With soup for getting food and water to Currentsmoke’s stomach and ointment to fight the infection growing in his jaw, Troutpool wracks her mind for anything else that might help her patient. At least Yellowburst’s yellowcough is gone.

[Image ID: Troutpool treats Currentsmoke with Robinkit's ghost standing behind the latter. Under Troutpool, it reads LEVEL UP! GHOST SENSE → GHOST SIGHT. Under Currentsmoke, it reads + INFECTION. Yellowburst walks away, with - CONDITION: YELLOWCOUGH under her.]

"I know it stings," Troutpool cooed as she rubbed ointment along Currentsmoke's fracture, "but this will help kill the infection." Currentsmoke whined softly, but did not speak. There wasn't much he could say clearly; ever since Yarrowclaw carried him into camp after the accident, the clerics kept his muzzle wrapped in bandages and soft leather, preventing it from moving. Currentsmoke had to keep his mouth still if he didn't want to live with a crooked jaw the rest of his life.

Troutpool should have been able to prevent the infection. Currentsmoke hardly left the medicine den, had never thought of leaving camp. Troutpool and her denmates groomed the large gash across his face well, they kept track of what treatments they gave him. How did he develop an infection? What did Troutpool do wrong?

Pawsteps trapsed through the sand outside just as Troutpool smeared the last of the infection-kiling ointment. Yellowburst entered the otherwise empty den, carefully carrying a bowl of soup. Steam gently flew off the broth's glistening surface.

"I strained the solid bits out, just like you asked," Yellowburst said, placing the bowl in front of Currentsmoke's nest.

"You're wonderful, Yellowburst," Troutpool purred. She rubbed the remaining ointment on her paws off onto a scrap of leather. "When you're finished with your meal, can you ask my mother which caretakers are free? I have a bundle of bandages and leather that need washed."

"I'll pass it along," Yellowburst promised. "Are you feeling any better, Currentsmoke?"

"Tryn' tuh," Currentsmoke said, teeth locked together.

"I guess that's all we can ask for," Yellowburst chuckled awkwardly. "I'll see if Sandhollow would tell you any stories to pass the time later. Stay strong!" Yellowburst gently touched Currentsmoke's forehead and retreated from the den.

"Let me know when you're ready to eat," Troutpool sighed, placing her ointment back on the den's vast shelves. "I know it hurts, but if I help you open your mouth, we can make sure you don't make things worse." The fur on Troutpool's neck tingled. She paused, tail rising. She recognized that feeling, the sort that had lingered since her first days as a cleric, that eery sign of StarClan at work. She felt it at the ritual to weaken the Spirits of Shadow, she felt it when Oilstripe spoke to ghosts of friends passed, and she felt it every time she visited StarClan's Shrine. This time was different, though. This time, Troutpool heard a voice.

"I'll try to lower your pain, Current," the newcomer said. "Mom and I will get you through this, whatever happens." Troutpool turned slowly. A sparkling figure stood behind Currentsmoke, the spirit's transparent tail dancing over Currentsmoke's flank. He was dark red, with deep blue eyes and a splash of white wrapping around his chest and back. Troutpool recognized him. She would never forget the face of a kit she couldn't save.

"Robinkit?" Troutpool muttered. Robinkit jumped, attention wrenched away from Currentsmoke.

"How do you see me?" Robinkit yelped. "You're not supposed to see me!"

"I'm sorry?" Troutpool gulped, thoughts spinning.

"Saah-ry fah what?" Currentsmoke sighed with a slow, soft shake of his head. "Yah're doehng great."

"Oh, no," Troutpool stammered, shaking out her pelt, "sorry, Currentsmoke, I wasn't talking to you, I… I'll be back soon." Troutpool scurried out of the medicine den, fur burning. The camp was packed for the mid-day meal, basking in the late spring haze. Troutpool kept her eyes down, trying to look as sane as possible.

"You can see me!" Robinkit ran after Troutpool with silent paws. "I'm supposed to be invisible!"

"Don't look at me!" Troutpool hissed under her breath, sparing a quick glance back at her ghostly pursuer. "I'm not trying to disturb you!"

Near the entrance of camp, not far from the apprentice's den, Oilstripe sat alone, sunbathing. Except Troutpool realized her mother wasn't alone. Two ghosts Troutpool did not recognize sat around Oilstripe. One was a brown tabby who spoke animatedly, tail and paws flying about. The other was a light brown kit who laid on their back, watching the other ghost upside-down.

"So I tell Silverpaw, being dead isn't so bad!" the brown tabby chuckled. "you can fly now! And never aging, that's going to feel great!"

"Says the adult ghost," the kit scoffed. Oilstripe chuckled, hiding her humor under her paw.

"Mom," Troutpool called, unable to smooth her pelt. Oilstripe quickly picked up on her daughter's fear scent.

"What's wrong?" Oilstripe asked, hurrying up. "Is it Currentsmoke?"

"No, it's me," Troutpool whispered, trying and failing to ground her thoughts. "Mom, do you, um… please tell me you see Robinkit behind me."

"Hi, Oilstripe," Robinkit sighed. Troutpool closed her eyes and prayed the kit's ghost would go away. This wasn't how clerics communicated with StarClan. It bypassed all the rules Fennelspot taught her, invaded their divine privacy. How could Troutpool respect the traditions of her profession if she saw ghosts?

"Do you see Robinkit?" Oilstripe asked.

"Better question, do you see me?" the brown tabby huffed. Troutpool risked opening one eye. The brown tabby ghost stared at her with giant eyes. They gasped dramatically and cried, "She looked at me, she looked at me!" Troutpool shut her eyes again.

"Troutpool, you're alright," Oilstripe promised. "I see them."

"I'm not supposed to," Troutpool gulped. "I have to respect them. I can't go around the rules."

"Do you think I'm doing something wrong?" Oilstripe scoffed. She gently groomed her daughter's cheek. "Because if you think you're disobeying the code, then I must be. Call the codekeepers, put me on trial." Troutpool risked another look at the brown tabby. Their face was soft, free of judgment or divine wrath.

"I'm Applepelt," the brown tabby said with a friendly twitch of her whiskers. "I'm a friend of your mother's. And I don't think you're disrespecting anyone just by seeing us."

"But how do you see us?" the unknown kit huffed, pacing around Troutpool.

"Twinekit raises a good point," Oilstripe muttered. "If anyone were to inherit my sight, I would have expected Tallowheart or Slushtrail, but Carnationspeckle gave birth to me."

"Does that make you less of a mother?" Applepelt scoffed, slipping beside Troutpool and Oilstripe. Her transparent paw batted Oilstripe's head, but it phased through as though going through air. Oilstripe still flinched, unable to fight back a purr. "If this is something the All-Seeing did, do you think they would care about blood? We aren't talking about pelt patterns."

"It's still important that I respect your work when you visit us," Troutpool gulped, giving Applepelt some room. "I'm afraid I interuppted…" Troutpool looked back to where Robinkit had been, but the dead kit was gone.

"You'll get used to that," Oilstripe promised, nuzzling her daughter's neck. Troutpool sighed, relaxing into Oilstripe.

"Now, if you're finished panicking," Applepelt chuckled, splaying their paws about wildly as they fell on their belly, "I can tell you some of the embarassing things your mother got up to when she was younger."

"You can't embarass me," Oilstripe said, eyes narrowing in a challenge. Applepelt stared at Oilstripe like a victorious hunter.

"Does the phrase 'holy balls' mean anything to you?" Applepelt cooed. Troutpool choked on a laugh.

"You weren't even here for that!" Oilstripe gasped, swatting at Applepelt's ghost. "How do you know about that?"

"StarClan sees all," Applepelt said in a wobbley, dramatic voice. This time, Troutpool set her laughter (and her insecurities) free.

(Troutpool: 44, female, cleric, insecure, ghost sight)

(Currentsmoke: 18, male, caretaker, loving, good climber, skilled toolsmith)

(Yellowburst: 14, female, caretaker, adventurous, good mediator)

(Robinkit: 5, male, kit, unruly, avid play-fighter)

(Applepelt: 31, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)

(Twinekit: 2, female, kit, noisy, quick to help)

(Oilstripe: 87, female, deputy, charismatic, ghost speaker)

Yarrowclaw stays out all day and brings back one piece of fresh-kill for each main prey species in the territory. Even though Rabbitjoy notes that they may not be able to work through all that prey before it rots, Yarrowclaw insists the hunt was an important ritual to safeguard the Clan.

[Image ID: Rabbitjoy, Halibutdusk, and Elmsprout stare at Yarrowclaw, who yowls "Eat, eat!"]

(Yarrowclaw: 18, female, warrior, cold, talented fire-starter)

(Rabbitjoy: 120, female, artisan, charismatic, master weaver

(Halibutdusk: 75, nonbinary (they/them), warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

(Elmsprout: 50, female, caretaker, charismatic, trusted advisor)

[fcclangen]

Moon 17

Worm babies are almost all grown up!!

[warriorsredux]

What would you rename Appledawn Poppydawn and Dawnstripe?

Apologies for the lateness on this. I can tell that it was just sitting in my inbox for forever based on the amount of asks it was hidden under.

Appledawn is a cream tabby, and Apple- fits that color, so she’s fine on her prefix. For her suffix, -dawn isn’t on the system I use here, so let’s change that. She doesn’t have much in the way of nameable traits, which means she’d be Applefur or Applepelt.

Poppydawn’s prefix fits her perfectly, since she’s a red molly. Suffix obviously won’t work, of course. I think that we can be a little generous on the suffix, because she’s remarkably blasé about many things, from what I’m reading on the Wiki. I think Poppycloud might be nice.

Dawnstripe’s name fits her perfectly! No complaints here.

[blooming-fire-au]

Felt like giving redemption to one of the Burning Thistles characters that is actually a decent guy in this AU. Warning for miscarriages (only mentioned, no details)

Names: Finchkit, Finchpaw, Finchflight

Orientation: Bisexual (mostly into mollies)

Gender and pronouns: Cis tom, he/him. Also intersex

Canon counterpart: Finchflight

Clan(s): ShadowClan. Was exiled by Brokenstar with the other elders

Parents: Unknown

Sibling(s): Mousewing, Sagewhisker

Mate(s): Amberleaf

Kit(s): Tallpoppy, Applepelt. Previous litters before them were miscarried

Mentor(s): Stonetooth

Apprentice(s): Lizardstripe, Rowanberry

Description: A large, fluffy black and white tom. His fur is a typical "tuxedo" pattern with a white muzzle, neck, chest, belly, and paws. The white on his hind paws extends up further than the white on his front paws. He has green eyes and long, thick fur. When he was younger, his fur could be described as feathery.

Personality: Finchflight used to be a hard worker, stepping up for patrols or to lend a paw around camp. As a younger warrior, he was often helping in the seers' den, partially as an excuse to spend time with his sister Sagewhisker after the death of her mentor Redthistle. He was also there for his brother Mousewing when he was in the nursery with his kits, and if not for his apprentice Lizardpaw, would have loved to mentor one of Mousewing's kits. Lizardpaw became Lizardstripe, he trained Rowanberry, and became mates with Amberleaf. Sadly, he and Amberleaf struggled to have kits together, and she had a lot of early miscarriages. The bad luck kept on coming--Sagewhisker died, then Mousewing, and suddenly Finchflight was more alone than he'd ever been. Sure, he had Amberleaf and his niblings, but it wasn't the same. Spiraling into depression, Finchflight elected to retire, though he and Amberleaf still tried for kits. Unfortunately, he was exiled with the other elders before he could meet his daughters, and ultimately died in exile.

[themissinglynx]

According to the Warriors Wiki, a name formed from the most common prefix and suffix would be Whitetail.

Names made from the next commonly used prefixes and suffix would be Willowfur, Rainfur, Reedfur, Nightfur, Gorsefur, and Cloudfur.

Names made from the third most commonly used prefixes and suffix would be Featherpelt, Stonepelt, Morningpelt, Fernpelt, Dewpelt, Swiftpelt, Applepelt, Sunpelt, Mosspelt, Dawnpelt, Silverpelt, Hawkpelt, and Birchpelt.

In order, the most common suffixes are: -tail, -fur, -pelt, -claw, -heart, -whisker, -foot, and -wing.