#dahliapaw oc

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[clansofafeather]

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER CW: Purposeful misgendering

Dahliapaw could tell Petuniapaw was hiding something.

Despite the two’s punishment being over for about a moon now, he noticed that they were still leaving camp in the early hours, usually taking a piece of prey or small herb bundle with them. At first they lied and said they were heading to the dirtplace, but eventually they stopped telling the lie and just outright said nothing when they returned in the early hours. 

Dahliapaw growled. Leaf-bare had begun just days prior, and according to Blossomstar, it was bound to be a harsh one. Snow was already beginning to cover the ground, and cats huddled in their dens at night to keep warm.

Once again Petuniapaw had left their nest and stalked out of camp, and this time, Dahliapaw followed. 

He made sure to stay far enough behind for his scent to be faint, but close enough to see where his sibling was going. He kept his pawsteps light, trying to avoid the usually satisfying crunch of the snow beneath him. 

The two walked for a while, and Dahliapaw could feel his paws beginning to grow sore. He didn’t like walking much, and was relieved when Petuniapaw finally made it to their destination. He crouched behind a large rock, resting his front paws on his tail to avoid getting too cold. He was confused when Petuniapaw slipped into a makeshift bush den, and even more confused when he heard voices.

“Thank you again for doing this, Petuniapaw.” The voice was gentle, a hint of a purr in the speaking cat’s tone.

“It’s no problem, Amber.” Petuniapaw purred in reply. They could be heard settling down. “How are the kits?”

Kits? Dahliapaw’s fur bristled, and he held back a growl. Petuniapaw was helping outsiders! Surely this was against the rules!

“They’re fine, sleeping now,” Amber was saying. “It’s about time I gave them names. Would you like to name one, Petuniapaw?”

Dahliapaw heard Petuniapaw gasp. “What? Me? Are you sure…?”

“I’m sure. You’ve helped me so much, without you…I think we wouldn’t be here.” Amber chuckled. “Go on, name whichever one you’d like.”

“They’re both she-cats, correct?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay,” There was a brief silence, and Dahliapaw assumed they were thinking. “I want to name the black one. Maybe…Briar? Her fur is all fluffy, and it looks kinda spiky…”

“Briar is a good choice.” Amber said. “I suppose it’s my turn..I’ll name my other daughter Maple. Her colors…The name fits her.”

“Briar and Maple…Those are good names!” Petuniapaw laughed, and Dahliapaw’s ears pinned against his head.

“They are,” Amber murmured. “I hate to cut our meeting short, but I feel tired…I don’t want you to get caught out here. I think you should head home, for your own good.”

“Okay…Bye, Amber. Bye, kits!” Petuniapaw could be heard standing.

“Goodbye, Petuniapaw.”

Dahliapaw watched as Petuniapaw exited Amber’s den, and when they started to walk home, he followed.

…

“Great StarClan, how much sleep did you two get?”

Dahliapaw sleepily blinked up at Hazelcrest as she spoke. It was the dawn patrol, and he had been sent along with Hazelcrest, Rosewing, Petuniapaw, Lilyeye, and Treewhisker to check the borders. 

He hadn’t slept much since returning home. He was too busy thinking about Amber, and how his own littermate was blatantly breaking the warrior code! 

He didn’t know what to do, who to tell.

Rosewing puffed out her chest at Hazelcrest’s comment. “They’re growing toms, they must need more rest than us warriors!” She purred.

Lilyeye scoffed. “Petuniapaw isn’t a tom anymore, Rosewing.”

Dahliapaw could see Rosewing’s demeanor shift in an instant, and she gave Lilyeye a glare. “Are you claiming you know my kit better than I do?”

“At this point, Rosewing, maybe I do.”

Rosewing’s claws unsheathed, and she growled, only to be interrupted by Treewhisker’s voice. 

“Stop it, you two. You’re acting like a couple of squabbling kits. Look, an EagleClan patrol.” The tom’s voice was soft, yet still stern as he gestured towards the border. 

The group of cats stopped to speak with the three EagleClan cats, dipping their heads in greeting. 

“Yewsplash! Hello!” Lilyeye exclaimed, stepping forward to touch noses with the calico she-cat. 

Yewsplash responded with a purr, nudging her friend. “Good morning, Lilyeye!”

“How’s EagleClan?” Treewhisker asked, stepping forward.

The expressions of the EagleClan cats dropped, and they shuffled their paws awkwardly before one of the warriors, Tansystone, spoke.

“So far…Not well.” He said quietly, his gaze fixed on the ground. “Valleystar’s kits are sick with kittencough, and I’m afraid Gorgefeather isn’t doing too well either.”

“Oh, so sorry to hear that.” Lilyeye murmured, a solemn look crossing her face. “I do hope they recover. If there’s anything we can do, please let us know.”

“Thank you. I knew we could rely on CraneClan.” Yewsplash smiled, before looking down at the smaller she-cat by her side. “Oh! Mistpaw, would you like to say hello to the CraneClan cats?”

Mistpaw, who Dahliapaw noted to be only about seven moons old, shook her head.

“That’s alright.” Yewsplash looked up at the CraneClan patrol. “I apologize, she’s a bit shy…Still getting used to apprentice duties and all.”

“Oh, we completely understand. Our apprentices aren’t talkers either.” Treewhisker chuckled. “Well, we don’t want to keep you long. We’ll be on our way now. Goodbye!”

“Bye, now!” Tansystone meowed, and the two groups remarked their borders before parting ways.

“Sounds like EagleClan is weak,” Dahliapaw said when they were far enough away. “We should invade their camp! Take their herbs, their prey, their-”

“Don’t be mouse-brained, Dahliapaw.” Lilyeye snapped.

Rosewing lashed her tail. “Never speak to my son that way again!”

Hazelcrest groaned. “Save it, both of you. Stars, my head hurts…”

The rest of the patrol was silent, with many unspoken words lingering in the chilly air.

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BloodClan - Moon 0

All the Heads of Houses go out on patrol with the other member of their House.

Rowanfur and Podmeadow of HouseFlame go on patrol near the Thunderpath and overhear a kittypet crying out for his Twolegs to come back. Here, they find Fruittuft.

It seems that his Twolegs dumped him because he's sick with yellowcough. Rowanfur and Podmeadow bring him back to camp, and, while Podmeadow helps him get settled in the medicine cat den, Rowanfur immediately goes to Mumblestar to campaign for Fruittuft to be given his own House. His intentions are selfish, to say the least; he believes Fruittuft will feel indebted to him and his wife, so if Fruittuft gets his own House, House Flame will essentially have two votes at Council meetings.

Mumblestar, however, says no decision will be made until Fruittuft recovers. The subtext is clear: she doesn't necessarily believe he will.

Meanwhile, Egretdapple of House Gold takes his daughter (and apprentice), Dahliapaw, on a hunting patrol. She sees a rabbit across the border in BugClan's territory and doesn't hesitate to pounce...only to come face to face with a BugClan warrior. Egretdapple does nothing to help as the two briefly tussle, and although Dahliapaw is able to flee back across the border, her tail is mangled in the fight, landing her in the medicine cat den.

Challenge Introduction | -> Next Moon

[perchwhisker]

new oc just dropped..... hemlockclaw of scorchclan... he dies challenging the leader to a dual for the title and the protagonist of my silly little headworld story is his daughter, dahliapaw.

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Warriors Au (Apprentices getting their Warrior names, Part 2)

So, here we go! Owlpaw, or Owlcatcher, is actually a Campbell Camper, not a Flower Scout. But if things go correctly, I might create a Flower Scout oc. Who knows?

Orchidpaw (Sasha)- Orchidflower

Yarrowpaw (Tabii)- Yarrowleaf

Asterpaw (Erin)-  Asterpool

Dahliapaw (Ainsley)- Dahliapetal

Owlpaw (Zoe,Oc)- Owlcatcher

[clansofafeather]

CHAPTER ONE

CW: PARENTAL VERBAL ABUSE, CHILD NEGLECT(?)

“Y’know, we could really get in trouble for this.”

Dahliapaw looked back at his littermate. Petuniapaw stood behind him, their tail trailing behind their body.

He couldn’t help but scoff. “We’re eight moons old, Petunia! I know the territory like the back of my paw by now! In fact, when we get back, Blossomstar will wanna make me a warrior!”

“Mm,” Petuniapaw shook their head. “I think you’re being mouse-brained.”

“And went you’re following me around like a lost kit!” Dahliapaw grinned, continuing to pad along the river. A feeling of triumph could be felt as he heard Petuniapaw’s resigned sigh and pawsteps behind him. 

The air around the apprentices carried an earthy, slightly musky scent that filled Dahliapaw’s nostrils and made him wrinkle his nose. Even as a kit he despised the water. He always envied how the other clans had gorgeous forest territories, while CraneClan was stuck with the rivers and fish. How he longed to climb trees, to catch mice…

It’s alright, He thought to himself. One day I’ll be Dahliastar, and I’ll take over the clans! All of the forests and trees will be mine!

“Dahliapaw?”

Dahliapaw snapped out of his thoughts with a brisk shake of his head, turning to Petuniapaw. They were staring forward, eyes wide.

“What? What are you looking at?” Dahliapaw huffed, mildly annoyed that his stream of thoughts had been ruined.

“Who…Who is that?”

Intrigued, Dahliapaw followed Petuniapaw’s gaze. 

His sibling was looking at a young she-cat, who seemed to be searching for something along the edge of the river. Her fur was brown, with mottled markings. Her chest, belly, paws, and tail-tip were white, and her eyes were yellow.

Growling, Dahliapaw stalked forward, lashing his tail. “Hey! Who are you!? This is CraneClan territory!” He hissed.

The she-cat looked up, eyes widened. She began to take slow pawsteps backwards, trembling, her ears flattened.

“I’m sorry! I was just…”

“Leave now, or else!” Dahliapaw hissed, and the she-cat scrambled away.

Petuniapaw shuffled over to their brother, looking up with a saddened expression. “Dahliapaw, she seemed harmless…You scared her!”

“Ugh, you should’ve become a medicine cat instead of Orchidpaw!” Dahliapaw groaned, glaring down at Petuniapaw with an irritated twitch of his whiskers. “We didn’t know who that was! She wasn’t a clan cat, she could’ve been plotting an attack! You never know!”

Lifting his nose in the air, the cream tom turned and started to make his way back to CraneClan’s camp. “Now, I can’t wait to tell our mentors and Blossomstar about how I chased off a rogue all by myself! They’re gonna be so proud!”

…

Blossomstar glared down at Dahliapaw from the TallHill, the tip of her tail lashing in irritation. 

“Let me get this straight, Dahliapaw,” The she-cat meowed. “Not only did you and your sibling leave camp without warning, but you also chased off and scared a cat without asking what her business was in the territory?”

Dahliapaw frowned, lowering his head. Shame burned through his pelt. 

“Yes,” He mumbled after a pause, looking back up at the calico she-cat. “But Blossomstar, I thought-”

“Dahliapaw, I appreciate that you were trying to help the clan.” Blossomstar interrupted. “But what you did was dangerous, and you dragged your sibling into it! What if this rogue…If they were even a rogue at all, which I doubt…Was part of a group? You two could’ve been ambushed! Torn to pieces! And none of us would know what happened!”

“Blossomstar, if I may,” Rosewing, mother of Dahliapaw and Petuniapaw, stepped forward from the small group of gathered cats. “Dahliapaw was just doing what he thought was right!”

“Did I not mention that already?”

“Of course, you did, but…He’s just an apprentice! He barely knows any better!” Rosewing insisted, sitting beside her son and curling a tail around him protectively. 

Petuniapaw scooted away. Dahliapaw shot Rosewing a grateful glance before turning back to the leader.

Blossomstar sighed heavily, shaking her head. “Great StarClan…” She murmured, before looking into Rosewing’s eyes.

“Rosewing, I’m going to say this as gently as possible.” She began. “He won’t be young forever!”

“But-”

“No ‘buts’. You’ve tried to pull this trick ever since he was in the nursery. ‘Oh, Blossomstar! He’s just a kit!’, ‘He doesn’t know any better!’...It’s infuriating, to say the least.” Blossomstar rolled her eyes. “At this rate, you’re not doing anything but raising a spoiled, entitled cat who runs to mommy for protection whenever he does something wrong!”

Dahliapaw glared up at Blossomstar. He could feel Rosewing’s fur burning with either embarrassment or rage…Possibly both. He felt just as angry. How dare Blossomstar speak to his mother that way!

Her tail curled more around the apprentice’s body, and she let out a huff. “It’s not my fault you clearly have a preference for Orchidpaw and Petuniapaw!” She exclaimed.

“And it’s not my fault you have a preference against them.” Blossomstar meowed, a cold sadness in her tone as she stood. “This clan meeting is dismissed. Because they both left camp without permission, Petuniapaw and Dahliapaw will both be the first picks in dawn patrols for the next quarter moon. That is all.”

Cats began to disperse, and Dahliapaw watched as Rosewing turned her attention to Petuniapaw, giving the young cat a glare that made them shrink down to the ground in fear.

“You!” She hissed. “Why didn’t you stop Dahliapaw if you knew he was doing something wrong!? You could’ve prevented this!”

“I…” Petuniapaw looked at Dahliapaw, silently pleading for help. 

Dahliapaw looked away.

“Well? Hurry up and answer, mouse-brain!” Rosewing snapped, making Petuniapaw flinch.

“I tried, but…He didn’t listen to me…I’m sorry, mama, I’m sorry-”

“Enough! Because of you, Dahliapaw is in trouble!” Rosewing turned away, her gaze softening as she padded over to Dahliapaw. She sat down, purring as she began to groom his fur. “You poor thing, you’re all fluffed up…My baby…”

Dahliapaw tried to ignore it, but he could feel Petuniapaw’s eyes glaring at him from their spot. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see them pick themself up from the ground and slink away, towards their father Owlspring.

A little voice deep inside of him told him to follow his littermate.

He didn’t listen, and instead leaned deeper into Rosewing’s warmth.

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