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MOON 1

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Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. 

The pounding of Lionstar’s feet against the ground drummed along in sync to the fierce beating of her heart as she raced through the forest.

Being the leader of a Clan was a hard, and sometimes a suffocating task, but Lionstar wouldn’t give it up for anything. She was incredibly proud of her Clan and the mark they’ve made on the territories and the respect they’d earned from the other Clans. 

That being said, it was good to get away and breathe sometimes, even for only a few moments. 

Lionstar pushed her muscles harder, urging her legs to go faster and faster until she burst into a clearing near the edge of the territory. A lone tree stood across from her, its thick trunk and low branches begging to be climbed. How could she not indulge? 

She climbed higher and higher and higher and — snap. The thin branch buckled under her weight and disappeared. Lionstar yowled as she plummeted towards the forest floor, the only thing slowing her fall were more branches that broke as she barreled through them before she hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. 

Lionstar groaned, not daring to move in case something was broken. After a few more dizzy panic induced moments and confirming that nothing was broken, she slowly pushed herself to her feet. Still winded, she shook out her pelt, eager to get her breathing back to normal.

Thank StarClan no one was around to see that.

Snap. 

She smelt it’s foul stench before she saw it. Heard the snarl and lash of its tail before she turned around, coming face to face with dark russet fur and orange eyes. A fox. A huge fox. Lionstar was bigger than most of her peers and the older warriors, moons of well earned muscle hiding beneath her thick tortoiseshell pelt contributed to that, and this thing was still easily twice her size. 

Fox-dung. Literally. 

Lionstar flattened her ears and responded with a low threatening growl of her own while unsheathing her sharp claws. She wasn’t named after a lion for nothing. She would not back down from a challenge.

The crazed fox did not seem to like that one bit. It lunged wildly at her, and though Lionstar was well trained, she did just fall out of a tree, and the fox’s sheer size helped it land a few solid hits against her. But not enough. Lionstar fought off the creature with only a few bloody scratches to show for before it went fleeing into the underbrush.

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“Lionstar!” Quailpelt gasped, “I smell blood. Did you get into a border skirmish?”

“Something like that.” She answered, flicking her tail and letting the last remaining droplets of blood fall into the dirt. “Fell into a fox den.”

If Quailpelt could facepalm, she would. “Of course you did. Moondapple’s gonna have a field day with you. Don’t you remember the ‘don't get into stupid fights’ speech she gave to Fallingstream, Silverhaze, and Halffox the other day?”

Lionstar chuckled inwardly. Moondapple, SleekClan’s incredibly talented and composed Medicine Cat had almost torn the three cats ears off, reaming them out for their childish behaviour, especially since Silverhaze and Fallingstream were three times Halffox’s senior, and older than Moondapple herself. Yet the pair were always getting into mischief, and had been since we were all kits. Roping in other cats was just part of their daily fun.

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Harestripe emerged with a yawn nap from the warriors den and a well-deserved nap. He stretched out his limbs, taking the clearing into view. The cats were few and far in between, most busy or out of camp, with the exception of a small group of warriors talking animatedly near the camp entrance. The group spotted him and one of the warriors slipped away from the group and came towards him.

“Harestripe!” The dusty brown she-cat called as she bounded over. “I’m leading a patrol with Daisychase and Halffox. Care to join us?”

“Thanks, Bluesight, but I’ll sit this one out. Three paws are better than four when hunting.” Harestripe said. “Too many cats scare off the prey.”

While the thought of racing alongside the younger warriors through the underbrush, hunting prey and chasing off other clans to no end, used to excite him, it now only reminded him of how sore his limbs would be that night in his nest. He sighed and made his way over to the fresh-kill pile. 

“Something the matter, Harestripe?” A voice said from behind him, jolting him out of his thoughts and the orange tom nearly leapt out of his fur. 

“Nothing really. Just a bit tired, is all.”

As if she could read his mind, Moondapple sighed. “Either you ask her, or your trips to my den will become more and more frequent, Harestripe, and she’ll do it without you asking. It's better if you save yourself the trouble.”

Lionstar had been grumpy all day — bed rest was not his leader's strong suit — and Harestripe was ready to take that as a sign from StarClan and not ask to retire. But Moondapple was right. It was getting harder to hide his trips to the she-cats den for various herbs to soothe his aching bones and help him sleep.

Harestripe sighed and pushed himself to his paws. “When did you go and get so wise?” He grumbled with a slight laugh. Moondapple simply smiled in return, and nodded in the direction of Lionstar’s den where the brown she-cat was emerging to presumably pace circles around the camp again.

“Lionstar? Could I get a word?”

“Harestripe, of course. What can I do for you?”

“I…I’d like to retire. Become an elder.”

Lionstar ground to a halt and nearly tripped over her own paws, face filled with surprise. “An elder? You’re not that old, Harestripe.”

“I feel the passing of moons in my bones and I’ve got grey in my muzzle, Lionstar. This past leaf-bare was harder than I’d like to admit. I thank you that you don’t see it, but I feel it.” Harestripe said, finishing with a small smile.

Lionstar gave a soft smile. “If it is your wish, how can I not honor it? When will you like me to announce it to the Clan?”

Harestripe snorted. “Before Quailpelt announces the Dawn Patrol warriors would be nice.” 

Lionstar laughed as they reached the base of the meeting rock in the centre of camp. “Very well. We’ll do it now, before the evening patrol as well.” She paused, mid hunch, and turned her head over her shoulder. “Last chance. Are you sure?”

Harestripe let out a long breath, and nodded. Lionstar nodded back and smiled, then jumped up to the top of the rock. “All cats swift under the stars, join me at the Grand Rock for a Clan Meeting!” 

Well, no going back now. Maybe Halffox would still let me in on that patrol later. Harestripe made his way over to sit at the base of the rock as he watched his clanmates gather in the small clearing. Moondapple was the last to join, and she gave a small nod of approval from in the crowd.

“This is not an announcement that I thought I’d be giving this evening, but I shall still honour it.” Lionstar began once the group had settled, then leapt gracefully down from the rock to stand facing the Clan. “Harestripe, step forwards. You have asked to retire, and I respect your decision. You have served SleekClan well as both a warrior and role model, and the Clan will miss your skills. Though you’ve left big paws to fill, we look forward to many more moons of wisdom from you in the Elders Den.”

Harestripe touched the young leader's nose. “Thank you, Lionstar.”

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“You can’t keep me in here forever, Moondapple.”

“It’s my job to keep you in here forever, Lionstar.”

“Oh yeah? Says who?”

“StarClan.” She quipped back matter-of-factly without looking back. Lionstar rolled her eyes, tail flicking boredly against the cool floor. The soft new-leaf breeze rustled the stray steams and leaves on the ground of the medicine cat den. Moondapple seemed to take no notice as she continued to sort the herbs slotted into the grooves of the inside of the fallen log.

The dark she-cat flicked her tail, attention never leaving the work in front of her. “I can feel your annoyance all the way over here, Lionstar.”

“What can I say, herb cataloging never appealed to me.”

Moondapple gave a snort as she turned. “Well, it’s about to. You can come help me gather goldenrod and cobwebs.”

“Oh now I’m allowed out of camp, just to help you.”

“You’re more than welcome to stay here.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

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After being den-confined for a day, the cool breeze blowing off the river was a welcome change to Lionstars fur. Ever since she became leader, there hadn’t been a day she’d never left camp, so she was relishing in the afternoon warmth outside.

“How’s your tail feeling?”

“Perfectly peachy. It’s my only injury, you know.”

“Lucky you.”

“Strange that such an experienced medicine cat as you would confine me over something so small.” Lionstar stated, holding Moondapples golden gaze with a sly smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you kept me in there just to hang out with me.”

“Right.” Moondapple paused so that they’d come nose to nose. “And last time I checked, you were the leader of SleekClan and really didn’t have to stay in there if you didn't want to, so if I didn't know any better, I’d say you stayed to hang out with me.”

“Touche.”

Moondapple smirked, something few and far in between, and continued down the trail to a ring of willow trees where most of the more common herbs grow. As the golden-eyed she-cat set about her work pruning and collecting herbs, Lionstar leapt up to the more low hanging branches above the goldenrod. A gap in the branches above her let the soft glow of the new-leaf sun warm her fur.

Lionstar rested her chin on her front paws, her tail swaying low in the wind, as she watched her friend go about her job. “Hey, Moondapple? There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you, by the way. I’ve been trying to make sense of it for some time now, but I can’t.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Moondapple hummed.

“A dream I had a few nights ago. While you were at the Half Moon Gathering.” Lionstar started, and saw Moondapple prick her ears which urged her to continue .“I was standing in the camp, and all the trees were replaced by clouds. I tried to walk through them, but it was like something was pushing me back. And then they all got swept away by a golden river.”

“Isn’t that curious.” Moondapple murmured. “I don’t think I know what that means.” She paused. “ Not yet anyways.”

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Silverhaze yelped, a stinging pain erupting in her cheek and neck. She practically leapt out of her nest and just nearly missed making a new hole in the tightly packed fern-fronds that made up the ceiling of the Warriors Den.

What in StarClan’s name was that? 

Peering down at the mossy green nest, a small brown clump stood out to her. A few, small brown clumps , actually. Thorns. Some cat put thorns in her nest. Silverhaze stuck her head outside the den and glared out across  the clearing, bright chrome eyes landing on Fallingstream, who was currently sharing tongues with Scorchfeather and Harestripe. The perfect alibi. Ever since the pair had gotten scolded by Moondapple, they’d taken to doing their mischief in a more … secretive fashion. A quiet prank war, if you will.

Silverhaze watched as Fallingstream looked up and straight at her, golden eyes glinting in the strong afternoon sun. He shot her a playful grin before turning back to Scorchfeather, who was still talking with Harestripe and hadn’t noticed that Fallingstream had stopped listening.

Silverhaze glared at the dark speckled tom, a revenge plan already forming in her mind. She would definitely get back at him.

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for any muse, from emma: ​​​​​​​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

“then get the hell out of my crime scene. didn’t you see the sign that said not to come in here?”

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lizzie to paz: ‘ hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me???? ’

 A forever accepting meme!

                 “Did I sttuter or something? No, I’m not kidding you, this costed me 200 so it’s understandable I am not calm about things staining it!” She moved her purse to clean it delicatedly, there went 4 months of her salary basically being stained by some costumer’s coffee, then again maybe the other girl was more surprised o the fact she would spend 200 bucks in a purse than the fact it became stained itself, althought maybe he was a being a bit dramatic over a single droplet of coffee. 

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lizzie to any muse: new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter.

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“ i mean… so long as you don’t mind glitter covering everything, that’s not a half-bad resolution, ” sophie said with a laugh. “ personally, i’m not dealing with that clean up. i think i might have to go with something like less bitter, more… fitter? ”

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@daisychaser i did end up doing it!! i splashed around in a puddle and laid down on the wet pavement and it felt very nice!! i didn’t get to stay out too long bc it’s kinda cold tonight but i very much enjoyed it!!

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The Founders

Bigger pictures under the cut !!

LIONSTAR Female Adult - 48 Moons Leader Adventurous Good Speaker Clan Founder

QUAILPELT Female Adult - 84 Moons Deputy Daring Unnatural Senses Valuable Insight Clan Founder

MOONDAAPPLE Female Adult - 49 Moons Medicine Cat Daring Good Healer Helpful Insight Clan Founder

HARESTRIPE Male Senior Adult - 115 Moons Warrior Adventurous Den Builder Clan Founder

SILVERHAZE Female Senior Adult - 107 Moons Warrior Childish Valuable Insight Clan Founder

DAISYCHASE Female Senior Adult - 104 Moons Warrior Insecure Great Climber Clan Founder

BLUESIGHT Female Adult - 94 Moons Warrior Confident Eloquent Speaker Clan Founder

FALLINGSTREAM Male Adult - 69 Moons Warrior Childish Steady Paws Natural Intuition Clan Founder

HALFFOX Male Young Adult - 15 Moons Warrior Lonesome Great Climber Keen Eye Clan Founder

SCORCHFEATHER Male Senior - 154 Moons Elder Daring Natural Intuition Helpful Insight Clan Founder

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I Will Carry You Into The Dark

read it on the AO3 at http://unicorn_feeds_back/works/13786884

by daisychaser

Shiro and Allura are the all-star couple. With Shiro getting into the college of his choice, Allura wants to follow in his path and push herself to the very limit so that she'll be able to shine as bright as him.

Words: 6477, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Matt Holt, Pidge | Katie Holt, Coran (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron)

Relationships: Allura/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, leg breaking, the grand gesture of love!, shiro trying to be helpful and failing, Highschool AU

read it on the AO3 at http://unicorn_feeds_back/works/13786884

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I Will Carry You Into The Dark

read it on the AO3 at http://unicorn_feeds_back/works/13786884

by daisychaser

Shiro and Allura are the all-star couple. With Shiro getting into the college of his choice, Allura wants to follow in his path and push herself to the very limit so that she'll be able to shine as bright as him.

Words: 6477, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Matt Holt, Pidge | Katie Holt, Coran (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron)

Relationships: Allura/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, leg breaking, the grand gesture of love!, shiro trying to be helpful and failing, Highschool AU

read it on the AO3 at http://unicorn_feeds_back/works/13786884

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“was i supposed to? food is food. i’m starving.”

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ariel to paz: ‘ pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars. ’

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                    “I’d have to agree, if I had a dollar for each time an asshole tells something skanky to me I’d have my old family’s furtune back by now.” She sipped from her lemonade (made with organic lemons) and gave her a pointed look.

                    “If someone ever bothers you let me know, I could use verbally detroying someone.”

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daniel to any muse: you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.

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in response, anna looked at her hands. they were, in fact, not skeleton hands. she then held her hands out to daniel. “ fine, then. if i’m not dead, what do my hands say about me? besides the fact that i am still using that hot cocoa scented hand cream. ”

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