#blizzardstorm

[the-determined-sparks-au]

Chapter 1

Ao3. Previous part

She was surrounded by starlight, to the leaves that hung over her head, to the very ground that of the well trodden grass of a hollow she stood alone in. 

“No, I’m not alone,” she thought, raising her head up to the sky, but instead of seeing more stars, she saw different shades of eyes, all peering down at her.

“Eons agone, these lands were rife with gods and their adherents. What befell this pantheon? Alas, Tis the nature of beast to forget and Gods to be forgotten. Mayhap they left. Mayhap they slept. Mayhap they devour and were devour in turn. Those few who remain though, they spread their roots, spun their webs and molded the ways of how others live… but sometimes, things left best forgotten, can crack through, whisper in the ears of those who can give it power…what will you do little spark… what can you do?”

Ardere snaps her eyes open, panting as she sits up. She regretted that as she hisses, sunlight that shine through one of the many broken windows that were scatter across the Yowlplace that made the Liege’s Family Den. Her grandmother, Crystallo, before her passing, told her many stories about how years before, when the world was young, that the Others, who had ruled it with a cruel fist, would gather in the place and yowl to their heart’s content.

Arching her back as she stretches, Ardere frowns as she tries to remember her dream that was now slowly fading away. Shaking her head, she stood up, and began to run her tongue over her dark ginger fur, making sure she was presentable enough for her mother. “I do not need another scolding,” she chuckles to herself as she gave herself one more shake before leaving not only the comfort of her nest, but the Liege’s Family den itself.

Stepping through the hole in the wall, Ardere frowns as it rains lightly, feeling the weight of the raindrops falling on her ginger coat, making the black rosettes sparkle a bit. Sighing a bit, and glaring up at the sky, Ardere stalked through the clearing, strolling many cats who were going about there day. She nodded at them each on greeting, tail held up high. She smiles at the sight of a few kits tumbling about playfully, two of them hissing a bit as they bapped at each other’s face, even as a black and white tom with blue scales quickly walked over to pull the two apart.

She watches as another group of cats headed over to the fields, where they will switch places with the night group to take care of the chickens and rabbits that feed the coalition. Ardere couldn’t help but giggle as one trips clumsily over her paws when she tried to yawn. Shaking her head, Ardere smile drops off her face as she walked over to two other kits around her age. One was a light gray rosette molly with the same black scales crawling up her legs, who was watching as a group of Sentries were doing the morning warmup with blue eyes. Next to her, was a slightly large black tom with hard to see rosettes in his fur, white scales crawling up his face, making his blue eyes pop. He leans towards the molly whispering something, making her laugh. But her laughter died when she caught sight of Ardere, “Oh its you...finally decided to finally wake up I see,”

“Thought you decided to stay with Lady Nocta with how much you were squealing in your sleep,” the tom sneers at her and Ardere sighs.

“Morning Rubinus, Fortis,” Ardere greeted them without any heat. It was too early to get into an argument with them. “What’s on the agenda for today? Has father said anything?”

Fortis grumbles when Ardere didn’t react to their mocking, “I’m going to be joining the sentries in there training,” he shrugs, “If I don’t like it, I’ll be sent to the Farms or the Nursery, to work with them,” he shivers, “I rather work with kits than learn to fight and be under Solta’s eye all day in the field chasing after rabbits,”

“I’ll be talking with Overseer Apollo alongside father,” Rubinus said, drawing a paw over her face, “Then we will be talking to Commander Henricus about Thundergrowth,” her face scrunches up in a sneer, “it seems that they're getting aggressive lately and the elders are fearing that they’ll strike at us once more,”

Ardere frowns at this, “But the Deranged Bishop has been dead for seasons now. We have been in peace with Thundergrowth since Bishop Goosefeather took over,” she pointed out, a frown on her face.

Rubinus groans at this, rolling her eyes, “Just because the leader is dead doesn’t mean his followers are. Many of Thundergrowth agreeded with his beliefs, and I know for sure that they didn’t get truly punished for their actions against us,”

“Just because you were friends with Pineface, doesn’t make all of Thundergrowth your friend,” he glares at her, “And if you do, why don’t you follow Fuligo’s example and go find one?”

Ardere stood up, her green eyes widen, “What do you mean follow Fuligo’s example,” she hisses, tail lashing behind her.

“He went out to the forest that borders the camp,” Fortis mews, nodding his head towards the dense green forest, “Saying he was going to prove to us, how big and strong he was by making a friend with a Kingdom cat,”

“You two idiots!” Ardere snaps, heart beating in her chest as ran towards the woods, plunging through the bushes that marked the border. She couldn’t even stop to marvel in awe at what was on the other side, too worried about her brother. She didn’t stop when her paws hit every sharp rock, rough root and pointed stick, didn’t stop when her fur was pulled by a briar bush, nor when her lungs ache with a burning feeling in them. Especially when she heard a screech of pain that could only come from her little brother.

Bursting though some undergrowth, Ardere skitted to a halt in horror at the sight before her. Her brother, looking like a tinier version of Fortis, with the same black fur and faded rosettes, but with white scales covering his left paw. His tail was bushed in terror as he tries to scramble up, but the large brown tabby with white scales over his face and belly, and red scales across his neck pounced again, pinning Fuligo to the ground. His amber eyes gleam as he brought his paw up, claws unsheathed to swipe at Fuligo’s muzzle, making him squeal in agony.

A growl erupted from Ardere’s throat before it turns into an angry yowl as she sprung on him, throwing him sideways off her brother and into a clump of nettles. Sinking her teeth into his shoulders, the larger tom hisses in pain, twisting as he tries to throw her off of him. She gets off of him, before he could flipped onto his back and crush her, and then dodged as he swipes at her face, blood welling from the scracthes those long claws made along her cheek, but Ardere hisses aggressively, her fur rise to make herself look bigger than she was but the other, glares down at her. “Get out of here you Ruindwellers!” he orders, tail lashing behind him, “You don’t belong here,”

“That doesn’t mean you get to attack my brother!” Ardere snaps, glaring up at him with narrow green eyes. Her body thrum, from head to the tip of her tail, every part of her ready for battle.

The tabby opens his mouth, but a new voice cuts in, stopping him, “What is going on here?” Ears pinning to her head, Ardere watches as two adult cats strides into the clearing, the sunlight shining down on their fur through the trees, making Ardere and Fuligo see them clearly. The tallest one, was a molly with pale blue-gray fur with darker tabby marking. Patches of yellow scales grew along the back of her neck and shoulders, with a scar parting the scales across one shoulder. The scratches on her face to the nick of her ear showed the hard life she had, but her blue eyes glowed with inner strength. Ardere shivers a bit, as those blue eyes looked down at her in curiosity. A second cat followed him, this one making the brown tabby grimace. He too had gray fur, but was covered in teal scales on the neck and belly.

At the sight of this tom, the brown tabby who attacked Fuligo crouched down, grimacing at the narrow blue eyes aim at him, “Tigerpaw what were you thinking?” The gray tom growls, “are you trying to start a war with the Hearth Coalition?”

“I was just protecting our territory!” The now name Tigerpaw explains but keeping his head down, not looking up at them.

“Oh yes, you sure protected our territory,” the gray tom growls, “attacking a pair of kits. You know the code, don’t you Tigerpaw? No warrior can neglect a kit, even if the kit is in danger? That doesn’t just effect Kingdom cats,” he scolds.

Ardere drops onto her pads, loosening her muscles and unbending her spine as she turns to Fuligo who was standing up, shaking in place as he stares at Tigerpaw with terror in his blue eyes, “are you ok?”

He turns to her, shivering and nodding his head. Ardere frowns and presses to his side, brushing her tongue against his head in a soothing manner.

“I apologize for this whole mess,” the blue gray molly gently said, drawing the siblings attention to her, you have my word that Tigerpaw will be punished,” the gray tom nodded his head in agreement at this and Tigerpaw grimaces, “I am Bishop Blizzardstorm of the Thundergrowth Kingdom,” she dips her head, before gesturing to the gray and teal scale tom, “this is Voleclaw, one of my warriors and you have met his apprentice, Tigerpaw,”

Ardere stares at the Bishop, “I am Ardere, and this is my brother, Fuligo,” he brings his head up from Ardere’s side before he shyly nods it. Ardere frowns, “Bishop Goosefeather has pass?”

“Yes,” Bishop Blizzardstorm spoke sadly, “the last winter before this one,”

“That is sad to here,” Fuligo mutters, “he brought peace to our two groups for many years… Father will be sadden to hear he finally left to join one of the valleys guarded by Lady Nocta,”

“Agreed,” Bishop Blizzardstorm frowns, “you did not know then?”

“A few sentries had tried to get any news from you,” Ardere frowns, “but they are force to flee with a few whiskers missing. You lot have been getting so aggressive that it’s worried that you will start the raids again,”

The Bishop winces at this, while Voleclaw growls, “it seems we will have to keep a closer eye on our patrols,”

Nodding her head at this, Bishop Blizzardtounge sighs, “My apologies once more, the last two Season-cycles have been hard on us all. I promise to you that I will crack down on those who have been attacking you will be punished as well and they will be stop,”

Ardere nods her head at this, as they say in an awkward silence. Voleclaw coughs, “you fight well for someone from the Ruins,”

Ardere and Fuligo exchange looks, making Bishop Blizzardstorm chuckle, “we saw you throw yourself at Tigerpaw, right before we could interfere. Tigerpaw is stronger than you, but you didn’t even hesitate to charge in to protect your brother,”

Ardere’s ear flick at this and she ducks her head down. Fuligo chuckles beside her and nudges her with a smile on his face. She softly hisses at him, before turning her gaze back to the Bishop, kneading the ground underneath her. Finally she couldn’t hold in the questions that were burning in her throat, “I hope you don’t mind me asking but what is it like living in the Strath? How big is your Kingdom? What do you guys actually do?”

Blizzardstorm chuckles, good humor shining in her blue eyes, “Living in the Strath...may not be as comfortable as living in the Ruins as you two do, but to us Kingdoms, the rewards are great. Our territory is big enough to support us, which our warriors,” she flicked her tail towards Voleclaw, “feed, defend and care for the cats who cannot do it themselves. Of course we have other things that a cat can do if they do not wish to be a warrior. We have our Crafters, who help build the defenses of our home, to the caretakers who help with the raising of our kits alongside the Monarchs,”

“How many Kingdoms are there?” Fuligo speaks up, blinking with his wide blue eyes, “We know about Thundergrowth and Windmoor,”

“There are four,” Voleclaw spoke up, “Shadowmire and Riverglade. We have live in the Strath for many generations, and while usually we live in peace together, it hangs on the balace with how the Bishop at the time leads their Kingdom.”

“You seem very interested of the Kingdoms,” Bishop Blizzardstorm remarked, her blue eyes staring at Ardere in curiosity.

“Our father would tell us stories of the time when he travel with a Windmoor cat by the name of Kesterltail,” at this both Voleclaw and Bishop Blizzardstorm exchanged looks, Tigerpaw frowning at her while his amber eyes narrow. “But only of the days they had travel together, anything of actual Kingdom life is still a mystery to us,”

Bishop Blizzardstorm gazes at her for a bit, before nodding her head, “How about you find out for yourself,” at this, Tigerpaw’s head snaps to the Bishop, amber eyes wide, “What would you say if I ask you if you like to join Thundergrowth as an apprentice,”

“I would be very interested,” Ardere replies instinctavley, swallowing down the lump in her throat. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and she knew her eyes were widen in shock.

“But the Ruindwellers can’t live in the Strath!” Tigerpaw protested immediately, “They don’t have the blood that had been bless by Lady Nocta to live here,”

Fuligo frowns, “You do know that many years ago, the Strath was just a nursing place for Drifters long before you Kingdom cats came,” he pointed out, “And then you all got really prickly with borders and started attacking anyone who dare enter? The story of the Raging Sky and Mother Mist,” at this the two older cats wince, “It isn’t just a story, its a warning to all to be careful around you,”

Sighing Bishop Blizzardstorm shakes her head, “Too much of Nocta’s Blessed Blood has been spill lately. And I am only offering her training. There is no guarantee she would become a full member of Thundergrowth,”

Ardere felt stung by those words, and even more hurt when she realize the Bishop was only offering her a chance, not her brother. “Why offer me the chance then?”

“We need more help,” Voleclaw admits, “The last two winters brought by Lady Nixames’ wails were harsh. We’re short on paws, and now that we know that some of our patrols have been attacking others...we can’t afford to be choosy. Though make no mistake of this,” he looks at her in the eyes, with his dark blue, “Bishop Blizzardstorm is not making this offer lightly. If you wish to train with us, we will have to take you into our Kingdom. You must either live with us and respect our ways, or return to the Ruins and never come back. You cannot live with a paw in each world,”

Ardere frowns, “So...if I accept, that means I have to cut contact with my family,” she frowns, “I understand respecting your ways, but not being able to see my parents, to see my littermates…”

“Of course not,” Bishop Blizzardstorm gently responded, giving Voleclaw a glare, “All we ask that when you did visit them it will be on your own time,” at this, a cool breeze stirred the undergrowth, ruffling Ardere’s fur. She shivers, not with the cold, but with excitement at the possibility that was opening up. But she stills, frowning as she turns to Fuligo, “Are you wondering if its worth it? The price you may pay?” Ardere turns her gaze to Bishop Blizzardsstorm who was staring at her sadly, “Thundergrowth may not be able to offer you easy food or warmth. When Nixames comes and wails, nights in the Strath can be cruel. Thundergrowth will demand great loyalty and hard work. You will be expected to protect them with your life if necessary. While it is against our code to kill in battle, any fight poses the risk of death. Things are out of our control and if Lord Mourna calls you to walk with him to one of Lady Nocta’s Startrail,” she shakes her head, voice cracking at this, “Nothing can stop that. But...if you like to have at least a taste, a trial run to say,” Bishop Blizzardstorm looked at her for a long moment, “Two cats will be here tomorrow, at sunhigh,”

Ardere nodded her head, mouth dry as she watches Bishop Blizzardstorm give a a low signal- a flick of her tail- and in a single movement the three cats turned and disappeared into the undergrowth. Blinking, Ardere turns to Fuligo before she shakes her head and helps him up, allowing him to lean against her side, the two of them turning, heading back to the Coalition. But as she did so, she felt a strange sensation inside her, pulsing with each step she took, trying to tug her back into the depths of the Strath.

[maplewood126]

Blizzardstorm

Forgot about this guy...

Blizzardstorm was one of the first cats that tried to stand up against Brackenstar when he declared war on the clans... and then immediately died when he got his head smashed into a rock. Blizzardstorm was always a loyal cat and looked up to brackenstar, always wanting to be like him one day but those hopes where slowly erased when Brackenstar started planning to control and eliminate the other clans (by name, he wanted to kill the leaders and take control of other clans...) Blizzardstorm resented brackenstar yet he offered to go along with the senior warrior to have a meeting with the other clans. When brackenstar declared war, blizzardstorm called him out and tried to get him to step down, calling his other clanmates to agree that he should give up his role. Brackenstar attacked blizzardstorm and the two fought before blizzard was ultimately overtaken and 'made' an example of.' Over all blizzardstorm was an active, charismatic tom.

[sparingiscaring]

Cringetober Day 15 - Animation Meme!

Ah, the old pixel cat lick... featuring my decade-old Warriors OC, Blizzardstorm!! Blizzy my beloved cringefail emo <3

[captaindidiermanchione]

Massive Northeast Winter Storm January 9, 2024

[blizzardstarx]

HAHAHAH I MADE YOU CHOOSE WHICH OC

For Blizzardstar!!! (this is so fucking funny to do this for a cat)

i have no fuckin clue how to make these things but this was fun!!

@castiels-destiny idk else who to tag 😭😭

✨OC Moodboard/Pinterest Tag✨

Thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag ♡

Rules: make a collection of 5+ images that represent or symbolize one of your OCs! It can be in any way, for any reason! Just have fun with it! ☺️

I will take Acheron from Legacy of Creation

I'll tag @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @ascotwriting @agirlandherquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @graveyardshift111 @drchenquill and this is an open tag

[blizzardstarx]

helloooo

sooo, by your name...is your oc, like in warrior cats, a leader? cause it has star on the end..or is just a warrior or something else??

love you <3

Yep! I have a whole Warriors AU, haha

Blizzardstar is the leader of StormClan, a clan that was formed after the first leader of it, Soaringhawk/star, left SkyClan after the other clans kicked them out!

I also got my name from him ^^

here’s the most recent drawing of him, i havent drawn him in probably two years sooo, old artstyle

But yeah!! His story is pretty interesting, was based off a roleplay

His parents (they were the leader and deputy) were killed in a coup d'état on his apprenticeship ceremony by a warrior named Houndstrike, and most of his family were killed. Blizzardpaw escaped with his sister and a few other clanmates. His apprenticeship arc is basically how he deals with his trauma and PTSD, escaping from the cat who led the coup, and also growing up. Thankfully he gets a happy ending and kills Houndstrike, avenging his brother and parents.

That’s all of the story I wrote three years ago, sadly I lost interest in Warriors and motivation to write his ‘super edition’ called Blizzardstar’s Storm.

Also his warrior’s name was Blizzardstorm :) used to call him Blizzardclaw but I think the storm suffix fits him

Thank you for asking!!! <333 I love talking about Blizzardstar, my traumatized little baby, sorry for the infodumping, haha

[notquitehuman-creations]

another old Warriors oc! meet Blizzardstorm, RiverClan’s big fluffy den mom ^^ she’s very soft

[bonefall]

Are you going to have Blackstar honor sire anyone?

Nope! There's just no need. His sister Fernshade and her mate Wolfstep make it to the Lake and have another litter.

Ivytail is CONFIRMED as one of them; I may add more if I need genetic diversity.

Wolfstep and Fernshade are ridiculously clean because I undid Fernshade's dad Blizzardstorm having two mates, AND moved Wolfstep out of the Toadnettlepool Polycule kids.

Featherstorm's kids are all Queen’s Rights kittens. Wolfstep and Foxheart come from Mousewing, who is a descendant of Houndstar (also Wolf might become a CHILD of Foxheart because timeline)

So Blackstar will never ever have direct offspring in any way, shape, or form.

[determined-blazeau]

Thunderclan

Leader: Icestar (P.Bluestar)- messy silver bluish gray molly with silver scales across her muzzle and tabby markings on her legs; blue-green eyes and silver horns*

Sibling: Snowfang, Featherfall, Cricketsong

Child: Mossfreeze

Apprentice: Blazepaw

Heir: Mossfreeze (P.Mosskit)- dark gray tom with white splotches and a silver scale paws; bright blue eyes and white horns* Sentinal

Parent: Icestar

Protector: Cardinalspark- dark brown tabby tom with ginger tortie splotches and white scales on his face; yellow eyes and black horns*

Sibling: Patchbelly

Apprentice: Tigerpaw

Meditator: Rosetail- gray tabby molly with a pink orange scaled tail; yellow eyes and brown horns

Sibling: Tigerpaw

Children: Spottedleaf, Racconrustle

Fairy: Spottedleaf- dark tortoiseshell molly with white on her paws and red feathers growing along her spine; amber eyes and black horns

Parent: Rosetail

Sibling: Racconrustle

Warriors

Fuzzythorn (P.Fuzzypelt)- black tom with fur that stands on end with gray spines along his spine; yellow eyes and gray horns Crafter

Children: Buzzardpaw, Ravenpaw

Robinwing- small dusky brown molly with a ginger patch of scales on her chest; amber eyes and red horns

Mate: Specklescorch (Ex)

Children: Peachthorn, Wablerheart, Addertail

G.Children: Lynxkit, Hoodkit, Sunnykit

Dappletail- black and brown tortoiseshell molly with white scale patches; amber eyes Crafter

Children: Featherfall, Cricketsong

Patchbelly- black tom with white belly and white scale legs and face; amber eyes and gray horns

Sibling: Cardinalspark

Snowfang (P: Snowfur)- white molly with grey tabby points and black scaled ears; black horns and blue eyes

Sibling: Icestar, Featherfall, Cricketsong

Child: Blizzardstorm

Sweetfern (P.Sweetkit)- small white molly with tortoiseshell scale patches and tiny ears, green eyes and brown horns Blacksmith

Apprentice: Ravenpaw

Warblerheart (P.Lionheart)- long furred golden tabby tom with a white scaled belly; green eyes and golden horns

Parents: Specklescorch, Robinwing

Siblings: Peachthorn

Half-Sibling: Addertail

Apprentice: Drizzlepaw

Featherfall (P.Featherkit)- deaf white tom with a white scaled tail; blue eyes and white horns Blacksmith

Parent: Dappletail

Sibling: Cricketsong, Icestar, Snowfang

Blizzardstorm (P.Whitestorm)- snowy white tom with grey tabby points and a scaled tail; yellow eyes Sentinel

Parent: Snowfang

Mate: Willowheart

Child: Drizzlepaw

Apprentice: Sandpaw

Darkstripe- large gray tom with black scaled stripes; yellow eyes and silver horns

Mate: Brindleface

Willowheart (P.Willowpelt)- slender very pale silver-gray molly with dark gray scales along her spine; blue eyes and white horns

Mate: Blizzardhawk

Child: Drizzlepaw

Brindleface- silver dilute tortoiseshell molly with darker scaled flecks; green eyes and silver horns

Parent: Sheepear

Sibling: Frostshine

Mate: Darkstripe

Racoonrustle (P.Redtail)- small black tortoiseshell with a distinctive ginger tail and dark ginger scale patches; amber eyes and brown horns

Parent: Rosetail

Sibling: Spottedleaf

Mate: Wildrunner

Child: Sandpaw

Apprentice: Buzzardpaw

Wildrunner (P.Runningwind)- light brown tabby tom with black scales around his eyes and black scale hooves on his hind legs; green eyes and black horns, formery of Windclan

Parents: Mudclaw, Morningsong

Sibling: Lionwhisker

Mate: Racconrustle

Child: Sandpaw

Addertail (P.Longtail)- pale brown tabby tom with dark black scale stripes and a long tail; blue eyes and silver horns

Parent: Robinwing

Sibling: Lionheart, Peachthorn

Apprentices

Blazepaw (P.Fireheart)- dark ginger molly with black stripe scales on her legs, a white chin and chest along with a white tip tail; green eyes and black horns

Parents: Starlingstar, Garnett, Alexandrite, Quartz

Siblings: Spinel, Ruby, Jade, Opal, Obsidian, Topaz

Tigerpaw- large thick furred dark brown tabby tom with a patch of reddish scales on his throat and unusual long front claws; red eyes and white horns

Half-Sibling: Rosetail

Ravenpaw- skinny black tom with a white dash on his chest and tail along with an extra pair of scaly white paws; green eyes and white horns

Parent: Fuzzythorn

Sibling: Buzzardpaw

Drizzlepaw (P.Graystripe)- massive dark gray and white spotted tabby tom with a dark blue gray stripe along his spine, unusual white scales spotting his face; yellow eyes and white horns

Parents: Blizzardstorm, Willowheart

Sandpaw- light cream brown tabby molly with dark red scale stripes along her back and dark red scale hooves on her hind legs; green eyes and red horns*

Parents: Racconrustle, Wildrunner

Buzzardpaw (P.Dustpelt)- large dark brown tabby tom with dark black scale paws and an extra pair of scaly black paws; green eyes and black horns

Parent: Fuzzythorn

Sibling: Ravenpaw

Monarchs

Speacklescorch (P.Speckletail)- pale golden spotted tabby molly with white scale marking around her face; amber eyes and white horns; Head Caretaker

Mate: Robinwing (ex)

Children: Lionheart, Peachthorn

Peachthorn (P.Goldenflower)- long furred pretty golden spotted molly with pale pinkish scale stripes; yellow eyes and amber horns

Parents: Specklescorch, Robinwing

Siblings:Wablerheart, Addertail

Children: Lynxkit, Harpykit, Sunnykit

Cricketsong- dark blue gray tom with white patches and black scaled back; blue eyes and black horns; Caretaker

Parent: Dappletail

Siblings: Icestar, Snowfang, Featherfall

Mousebite (P.Mousefur)- dusty brown molly with black scales spotting on her right side and belly; orange eyes and brown horns

Parents: Waspeye, Sparrowsong

Kits: Expecting

Frostshine- sleek speckled gray cat with scaled white legs and tail; blue eyes and white horns (they/them)

Parent: Sheepear

Sibling: Brindleface

Mate: Wablerheart

Children: Preparing

Kits

Lynxkit- dark golden molly with patches of brown tabby splotches and a black scaled tail; yellow eyes and black horns

Parent: Peachthorn

Siblings: Harpykit, Sunnykit

Harpykit- huge black molly with silver scales on her throat and belly; green eyes and silver horns

Parent: Peachthorn

Siblings: Lynxkit, Sunnykit

Sunnykit- long furred golden spotted tom with white scale ears and paws; white horns and green eyes

Parent: Peachthorn

Siblings: Harpykit, Sunnykit

Elders

Sparrowsong (P.Halftail)- dark brown tabby tom with patch fur and black scales poking through; yellow eyes and black horns

Mate: Waspeye

Child: Mousebite

Sheepear(P.Smallear)- gray tom with dark brown scale belly and folded ears; yellow eyes and brown horns

Children: Frostshine, Brindleface

Waspeye (P.One-eye)- pale gray molly with scars across her face and a patch of silver scales along her back: virtually blind and dead with one yellow eye and one broken black horn

Mate: Sparrowsong

Child: Mousebite

[notquitehuman-creations]

bet :3c

1: purple

2: (in no particular order)scourge, bluestar, ravenpaw, brightheart, yellowfang

3: yes! justice for hollyleaf. I like the idea of a truth-telling power

4: millie, but shoutout to trans!silverstream au

5: uhhh idk blueoak ig

6: longtail, definitely. iconic

7: realistic

8: amethystcat379(we don't talk abt it)

9: ooo ashfur × scourge. saw the slideshows and immediately gravitated to it even tho I had no idea who ashfur was at the time lmao

10: blizzardstorm! already posted abt her ^^

11: it's a year off, but "youth" from eucalyptus splash, the snowfur one(dont think I was I to warriors pre 2014 actually)

12: no

13: river, shadow, blood, thunder, wind(riverclankin bias lmao)

14: ivypool

15: yay

16: probably

17: reedtail/asterstorm, riverclan

18: pre-starclan yellowfang. or jayfeather

19: was gonna name the cat I wanted after brambleclaw(ew, I know, but he looked exactly like him ok), but he was taken by the time I could get him. now I have Rocket

20: gorsepaw

Old School Warriors Ask Game

I haven’t made one of these before but I thought it would be fun >:3c I couldn’t ask obvious ones like “who do u think the 4th cat is” but I tried to keep these centered on heated discussions around 2009ish

1. what color is scourge’s collar?

2. top 5 the prophecies begin characters

3. should hollyleaf have had a power?

4. millie or silverstream?

5. favorite forbidden romance

6. favorite sss warriors design

7. realistic or sparkle designs for roleplay?

8. first deviantart username

9. favorite crack ship (ex. revengeshipping)

10. describe your first warriors oc

11. favorite amv prior to 2014?

12. is brambleclaw a good main character?

13. rank the clans (excluding skyclan, including bloodclan)

14. dovewing or ivypool?

15. daisy: yay or nay?

16. did you ever use fanart as your pc wallpaper?

17. what would your warrior name be and what clan would you belong to?

18. favorite medicine cat? (cutoff being oots)

19. did you name/want to name a pet after a character?

20. swiftpaw, gorsepaw, or shrewpaw?

[the-determined-sparks-au]

Cats of Thundergrowth: Bishop Blizzardstorm

Names: Blizzard, Blizzardpaw, Blizzardstorm

Identity: Cisgender molly- she/her

Orientation: Bisexual- Tom leaning

Rank: Bishop

Former Rank(s): Crafter Apprentice, Bishop's Heir

A large blue-gray tabby molly with patches of yellow scales on her shoulders and the back of her neck. While large she is very skinny for a Thunder and has very long thin legs, making her one of the tallest cats in all of Thundergrowth, which makes her very imposing when she lectures you.

Blizzardstorm was born to Loonflower of Thundergrowth and Shreddedear of Windmoor, but she wouldn't learn of her father until he came barging into the camp all but demaning her and her sister, Snow. Her mother giving her up without a fight formed a crack in her heart, and it only got bigger when she learn that her uncle Goosefeather was the one to force Loonflower to fight for the sisters, which caused her death under the claws of Hawkheart. This also strained her relationship with her father, who the Bishop of Windmoor had exile him to Thundergrowth to be the father he wished to be. Blaming him for the death of her mother, and turning his attention to Harpyshine, a Drifter who recently joined, as if Loonflower didn't matter...as if she and Snow didn't matter. The nick in her ear was the last gift Shreddedear gave her when she tried to gain his attention. The crack grew bigger in her heart.

Of course her relationship didn't help with her relationship with Snow, the two sisters pulling apart once they were made into apprentices. While Blizzardpaw wanted to make Shreddedear proud of her and pay attention, Snowpaw wanted nothing to do with their Sire. She hated that she share the blood of someone from a different Kingdom, hated the fact that she started grew feathers along her neck. Blizzardpaw and then Blizzardstorm had tried her best to help her sister, but it didn't help with Thistleclaw of Riverglade started whispering in Snowgale's ears, saying that maybe a new start would help her. The two sisters would argue about it fiercely, but Blizzardstorm would gain claw marks as a goodbye as Snowgale went to Riverglade to join her mate. And thus the crack grew even more.

The only good thing in her life that Blizzardstorm thinks is her kit, Rosetteanthem. Born from in a litter of three from a bout of weakness between her and Haddockbounce of Riverglade, she couldn't help but love her three kits. But that winter from Chinoa's wails were fierce. She needed to bring all her attention towards her kingdom as her predecessor and uncle was slowly wasting away, she was all but ruling Thundergrowth. So with a heavy heart, she gave two of her kits to their father, while keeping her strongest daughter. She is very attached to her, but also strict, fearing for what the Gods have in store for her daughter and hoping to sway her to a new path.

She is very tired, but she stands strong for her comrades, the burden of their faith for her on her shoulders. Though she finds herself staring at the newest member of the Kingdom, and is wondering if the stars are finally giving her a break, if they will finally allow her to rest

Mentor(s): Stonethroat, Goosefeather (deceased)

Apprentice(s): Cricketleap (deceased)

Parents: Loonflower (mother/deceased) and Shreddedear (sire/deceased)

Sibling(s): Snowgale (littermate/deceased), Raven (Half-brother), Dust (Half-brother)

Mate: Haddockbounce (separated/complicated)

Kits: Rossetteanthem (daughter), Stonelull (son), Mossflower (daughter)

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Jaggedscar

Jaggedscar was, like toadtail, one of Brackenstars cloest followers and supporters, believing that briarclan should easily be able to conquer the other clans. He is father to silentstrike and Graniteclaw and son of whitenose and thrushwing. If you couldn't already tell his genes didnt seem to pass onto his children but rather they look more like their grandmother and mother. He is hard on his son and basically ignores silentstrike. Graniteclaw looks more like his mother who died at child birth. Jaggedscar was one of the main executors and clearly enjoyed his job. He was very pissed off when toadtail was made deputy instead of him when he clearly done more work for brackenstar. For he had been the one to find out about the other spies. He was a very serious tom, an average fighter and seemingly lacked a heart. He would die in the great battle that ended the war by getting his head smashed into a rock similarly the way blizzardstorm died.

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OLD 2016/2017 ART

A plethora of old Warriors OCs, part 1.

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Lone Wolves Rogues Gallery #2- Dr. Damien Storm First Appearance: S2E11 “Familiar Faces” Dishonored mad scientist and biological father of Blizzard Storm. Having genetically altered his DNA to become a heartless killer, though his plans were to be foiled. Years later, he searches for and lures out his prized creation by targeting the innocent. He attacks on more than one occasion, often doing so to analyze and observe the limits of Blizzard. He isn’t versed in combat, so relies on his many mechanical armies to distract or halt the Wolves’ pursuit. He awaits the day he believes that Blizzard achieves the level of psychotic murder that Damien intended for him all those years ago. #crashikku #crashikku2022 #lonewolvesblizzard #thelonewolvesblizzard #blizzardstorm #blizzard #damienstorm #artistsoninstagram #art #artist (at Manhattan, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg0dexXu0bj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cryptidclaw]

I’m making some ancient clan cat names for an AU and I have one with the suffix storm, but I need a prefix. Do you think you could help me out?

oo fun! ifk what pelt color they have but here are some that I think sound cool :)

Blizzardstorm, Icestorm, Hailstorm, Rainstorm, Darkstorm, Duststorm, Emberstorm, Lightningstorm. (i think lightningstorm sounds really cool ngl)