#cause you know the tribe mistook him for a silver cat
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Stormfur,
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#stormfur#warriorcats#erinhunter#moonrise#thenewprophecy#i made him look like his dad#but i also tried to make it look like he was silver#cause you know the tribe mistook him for a silver cat#why is he labeled as dark grey#erins what are u doing#consistency#pls
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Dullard Reads TNP #9
Early mornin’ rising, time for some rambles!
It would appear that Spottedleaf’s scent is so sweet that it’s instantly recognizable to everyone, even cats that have met her once in a dream from StarClan. I can’t even begin to say how much this is weird and stupid to me, so I won’t. I’ll just grimace and continue on.
The writing is not super great within this series, but the line “he was appalled by the way his new skills seemed natural to him, as if he had known them all his life”… I like that line. It’s neat.
And yet another humongous dark brown tabby with broad shoulders. Tribe edition this time. Talon of Swooping Eagle even has a name alluding to claws or big animals. Wonderful.
There’s something with this series where cats are assholes, but unrealistically so. There’s no justification of any kind for a cat being hostile all the time or threatening others. They just…do it, no reasoning given. Even Crowpaw has no explanation for his temperament. He’s an asshole and that’s it. And the asshole traits of all the cats of this category are exaggerated and stupid. They all sneer and insult and promise to shred ears of cats who do something they don’t like. They’re all the same character, and that character is cliché. It’s really tiring to see the same behaviors over and over again.
You know, I can understand a puma killing and eating cats. That happens all the time. But the fact that the Tribe couldn’t possibly fight as one unit and at least scare the thing enough to get it to run away is baffling. Pumas are devious, but they’re not stupid. They’d see a huge group of little things with claws and fangs, get attacked once or twice, and decide it’s not worth the trouble of dealing with all of them at once. At the very least have the thing just pick off loners or Tribe cats that wander away from their patrol, fuck.
The concept of prophecies is discussed, and despite everything being said pointing to prophecies being worthless and causing more trouble than actually helping anyone, none of the cats speaking seem to think negatively of them. Prophecies are one of the biggest sources of bloodshed and worry for both the Clans and the Tribe, and yet no one seems to get that. They just sigh and wish they could understand the prophecies better. Am I crazy or something?
And right after that, another point of StarClan being useless and giving foggy answers that just cause confusion is shown. I sincerely wish StarClan just didn’t have the ability to speak verbally with the dreamers. They could just show images or something, and it’d create mystery as the cats actually have to interpret something that’s unclear as a result of StarClan’s limitations. But StarClan in the books doesn’t have any limitations, so this is just bullshit.
So Hawkfrost is an absolute cunt to everyone, including his Clanmates, is constantly talking about destroying the other Clans (to the point that Mothwing uses his desire to take over the forest to persuade him to leave some cats alone), and actually says that Tigerclaw wasn’t the worst cat ever. Anyone want to kick him out and not deal with his dangerous horseshit? Anyone? Leopardstar? Mistyfoot? How about you, Mistyfoot? He supports the cat that murdered your brother, remember? Wanna say anything about that?
One thing I hate – not just in these books, though it’s pretty egregious here, but in general – is when a character says something poetic or emotionally dramatic right as they’re dying. It seems like every cat with relevance that dies in these books gets to say something sad or romantic before their hearts stop. Which annoys me greatly. Give me a properly dramatic death where they don’t have the strength to say anything! Or have what they say be darkly nonsensical (like that chick who remarks that it must be raining when she’s feeling blood soaking her clothes in Les Mis)! That’d be radical!
Anyway Feathertail’s dead. So that’s neat.
One additional weird thing is that Feathertail was wet when she met the Tribe cats, and they mistook her for being…black? Somehow? Even though she’s paler than her brother, and her brother was wet too, and they thought he was silver? And they saw her plenty of times after where she was dry, and… whatever, fuck it, book’s over, let’s finish.
It just occurred to me, at the end of this book, that the traveling cats actually have no idea that the lake exists. They don’t have a home for the Clans to leave for. They just did a loop and are excited to be home. What was the point?!
That’s the end of the second book! I didn’t have as much to say on it as I thought I would, but there you go.
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