#healer mentor

[evilpawz]

JAYYYY.  love this guy.  headcanons + brightstar au info for him below <3

headcanons

. i like to think of him as bisexual and non-binary

. he/she/they pronouns jay is also a favorite of mine

. i LOVE platonic jaybriar they r best friends

. i do enjoy a few jayfeather ships as well but i think im a huge fan of jaycinder or jaypoppy

brightstar au info

. ok the biggest change is that in this au, jayfeather is named jayflight and gets to be a warrior

. he is trained under both longtail and brightheart so that he can get the proper accommodations

. obviously is named after his mama squirrelflight

. in this au he becomes mates w cinderheart !!  but in this au her name is brackenheart because cinderpelt aka cinderclaw doesnt die, but we’ll get to that when i draw her

. i dont think im gonna give them kits but we’ll see !

. after brightstar becomes leader he is made deputy :)

. his brightstar au design isnt really any different, but i wanted to draw him in the warrior/deputy lineart anyways

[clownsnake]

Is there anyone out there shipping zevlor/halsin bc I feel like that could be very good

[a-lonely-dunedain]

So! this is Gwen, she's one of Lhan Tarren's three resident healers. She speaks in a hushed whisper, is easily spooked, and has a generally unnerving aura about her.

She wasn't always that way though, once she was a bright-eyed healer apprenticed to Cianán (Lhan Tarren's older healer), outgoing, friendly and above all eager to prove herself.

Until one day she ventured into the Mournshaws. I haven't pinned down exactly what it was that drove her there, maybe she was trying to retrieve some rare healing herb, or maybe she was lured there by curiosity alone, but whatever the reason, she did not return. At least not for some time, long enough that the Stag-Clan thought she had died.

When she did finally emerge from that forest, she was... changed. She did not remember anything that happened to her, and her hair had been bleached stark-white.

(on the left is how she looked before The Incident, and the right is her current appearance. the design is probably subject to change tho bc this was just a quick doodle from earlier today)

She would also often see things that weren't there, and would be frequently pulled into waking dreams where strange and sometimes disturbing scenes would play out. These, she did not realize at the time, were actually prophetic visions, but shrouded in such obscure metaphor that she could not recognize them for what they truly were. (A ghostly white hand, growing to giant size and engulfing the entire village, was a frequent appearance.)

Instead, it only reminded her of the tale of Muirgel the Mad, an old story that many in the Stag-Clan thought was a mere myth used by parents to scare their children away from going into the Mournshaws. It told of another young woman who had vanished into the forest for a time, and also came back with stark-white hair, but when she returned she had been either possessed or driven mad by some fell spirit of the forest, and she slew her entire family before she was driven away into the night and never seen again.

Because of this, Gwen does not believe that her prophetic visions are visions at all, and instead thinks they are bouts of madness or symptoms of a fell spirit trying to take over her mind. So believing herself to be a danger to her clan, she locked herself away in her home for months and refused to come out for anyone. She also abandoned her apprenticeship with Cianán as well, as she thought her cursed presence would only do more harm than good to their patients.

It was around this time that Celeair found his way to Lhan Tarren, and with great difficulty as well as a solid wooden door between them, managed to befriend her.

the plan for her currently is that she and Celeair will go on an adventure through the Mournshaws together in order to track down the spirit responsible for Gwen's disappearance all those months ago, and through that find that her current state is not a curse at all but a benevolent spirit's misguided attempt at giving the Stag-Clan a boon in the form of glimpses into the future.

Once she understands the reasons behind her visions and no longer fears them, she can finally begin to discern their meanings and use them to help her clan. She also returns to her apprenticeship with Cianán, and is a key part in helping Celeair adjust to Dunlanding culture and better fit in with the people of Trum Dreng

[fooltofancy]

that was the most painful run of holminster i've had in a loooooooooooooooong time

[lavampira]

whm mains scare me. what even are these cast times

[avaritia-ffxiv]

Aglaia adventures today. Gottem.

[waywardsalt]

so. i've had an idea for a warrior cats fanfiction story, and have spent the last few years hammering out characters, the clans, how they work, the story... a whole lot of stuff. i've tried writing it before, and right now i don't have a current draft of early chapters, but I did recently write out a scene from much later in the story, and i'm pretty happy with it, soooo... here! a warrior cats fic scene i wrote in like an hour a week ago

By the time she led ShadeClan to the Gathering site, Emberstar felt her anxieties lessen. Her foreleg ached from the effort of the journey, but she kept her head high. Beside her, Acornfall glanced back at their clan, then nodded over to Emberstar. He led the clan down into the Gathering hollow, and Emberstar padded over to the slope up to the leader’s perch. PineClan and CliffClan cats were already quietly milling about in the hollow, and up on the overhang she could see Lakestar and Wolfstar waiting. There was no MoorClan scent among the gathered cats.

              Emberstar made her way up the slope she’d seen Gorsestar and Froststar before her traverse. It was a thin path, slowly becoming steeper and steeper as she slunk closer to the overhang, finally reaching the steep, gravelly slope that led up to the leaders’ perch. Down at the base of the cliff, she could see Acornfall joining the other deputies with a polite nod of his head, and Troutfoot was carefully weaving her way through the crowd to meet with the other healers. Emberstar twitched her whiskers when Lakestar and Wolfstar noticed her. She crouched and tensed her back legs and leapt up the slope.

              It wasn’t enough to reach the top, but she reached out with her forepaw and sunk her claws into the loose gravel and dug her back paws into the ground to keep from slithering back down. She slowly inched forward, moving a kittenstep at a time, but she kept her eyes fixed on the other leaders, more determined than ashamed of herself. Emberstar forced herself up the slope, but her heart skipped a beat when the gravel under her paw proved too loose to get a good enough grip- so close to the top, too. What a shame she had no other forepaw to lash out and find a grip with.

              Emberstar felt herself begin to slide back down the slope, but a pair of jaws grasped her by the scruff and hoisted her up onto the overhang. She clawed at the grass and stumbled a step when let go and turned to meet Wolfstar’s amused gaze. “Careful there, three-paw,” the CliffClan leader gruffly purred. “It’s bad luck to fall at your first Gathering as leader.” She brushed past Emberstar to sit back down next to Lakestar.

              With a huff, Emberstar followed her with a shake of her pelt. “I appreciate your help, but I would have been fine on my own. I suppose I owe you now?”

              Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched. “Are you saying ShadeClan is now in CliffClan’s debt?”

              The young leaders stared at each other, then broke out into amused purrs. Lakestar rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around her paws. “So, you are ShadeClan’s leader now, Emberstar? Or is it still Emberblaze?”

              “It is Emberstar now. I visited the Moon Cavern for my lives only a few sunrises ago.”

              “May StarClan light your path as leader, then.” Lakestar stiffly dipped her head. Despite the brusque words, there was genuine respect in her pale eyes.

              Wolfstar’s own eyes were still bright with humor. “You’ll be great, I know it. What happened to Froststar, then?”

              Emberstar narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the gathered cats. “I’ll explain that once the Gathering begins. MoorClan is late tonight.” She surveyed the crowd of cats, peering straight down at the huddled healers. Sitting with her back to her PineClan clanmates, Flarelight was sitting close to Troutfrost. After a moment, she gazed up at the overhang, and her eyes met Emberstar’s. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at her littermate for a long moment until another healer got her attention. Then, as if she’d seen nothing, Flarelight flicked her tail and joined the conversation. Her twitching tail-tip was the only hint that she was distracted. Emberstar blinked. She’d become leader so recently that not even the other healers knew, much less the other clans’ warriors. In the crowd of CliffClan cats, she spotted Sunscorch, sitting with his fur brushing Moonwhisper’s, his eyes wide and his body stiff while he stared at his sister up on the overhang.

              Poor Sunscorch, so softhearted under those honed claws and strong limbs- he was likely to take the news of Froststar’s death the hardest. Emberstar held his gaze, blinked slowly, and turned her head to the sky. The moon was nearly overhead, and still MoorClan was absent.

              “You ought to start the Gathering now,” Wolfstar growled to Lakestar. “It’s newleaf, after all, and if MoorClan’s late then they’re late.”

              “We should wait,” Emberstar sharply mewed. “This is my first Gathering as leader, so it would be disrespectful to me as well as MoorClan if we begin without them. It may anger StarClan as well,” she finished in a murmur, flicking her tail-tip up at the sky. Wolfstar just bushed out her stormy gray fur and huffed.

              Lakestar gazed up at the sky. Emberstar looked over at her. For so long, as an apprentice, as a warrior, as the deputy, she’d never dared to be so close to the cold PineClan leader. But now, she was barely a tail-length from the sleek silver tabby, and they sat as equals in standing. Lakestar was likely at less than nine lives and Emberstar was without a right foreleg, but they were equals nonetheless.

              She was knocked from her thoughts by Wolfstar headbutting her. The larger cat nearly shoved her off-balance. “Glad to see that we’re both finally up here. I was waiting to see when you’d catch up, three-paw.”

              Emberstar licked Wolfstar’s ear. “You know I must take things slower than you.”

              “Who’d you pick as deputy?” Wolfstar leaned over the edge to inspect the group of deputies. “Hm- Acornfall?”

              “He’s a good warrior. Older than me by four seasons, so I trust his advice and his skill.”

              “I thought you would have picked Lavenderflash. Or maybe Darknose, you two always seemed close.”

              Emberstar gazed down at Lavenderflash, spotting the pure-black molly quickly- she was almost certain there was obvious fondness in her eyes as she looked at her former apprentice. “Lavenderflash is… young and still training her first apprentice. She is a good, loyal warrior, but not fit to be deputy or eventual leader in my mind. And Darknose…” The tom was sitting at the edge of the crowd, alone. “He is a possibility, but he still mourns his brother even all these moons later, so I don’t know if he would be the best choice.”

              Wolfstar made a sniff of approval, then her gaze snapped to the far hill. A yowl rang out, and the three leaders pricked their ears and the cats in the hollow turned to see MoorClan finally arrive, led by Applestar. Emberstar sat stiffly until she spotted Glowflame in the crowd, side-by-side with Orangeclaw. He joined the cats in the hollow with his clan while Applestar broke off to climb up to the overhang, and he seemed to murmur something to Orangeclaw before she angled her ears up at Emberstar. Glowflame looked up and spotted her, and his jaw dropped open. Emberstar couldn’t help but let out a purr of affection for her brother as he gaped in amazement at her.

              Applestar greeted the other leaders when he finally joined them, nodding briefly at Emberstar, and hurriedly sat down next to Lakestar, his mottled fur standing up along his spine. The leaders gave the cats in the hollow a few moments to settle down. In that time, Emberstar saw her littermates make their ways through the crowd towards each other. By the time Lakestar threw back her head and yowled to signify the beginning of the Gathering, Flarelight, Sunscorch, and Glowflame sat huddled together with their eyes trained on their sister. Emberstar met their gazes for just a heartbeat and felt the final icicles of her anxiety melt away.

She then turned her head to watch Lakestar as she began to announce her clan’s news for the moon, and reminded herself of what she had to announce when it was her turn. She was ShadeClan’s leader, now. StarClan had approved of her. Emberstar lifted her chin and, with a deep breath, finally settled into her place at the head of her clan.

[wentian]

my bunny after i solo'ed the last boss in malikah's well as gnb and taught a spout healer how to play the job (yes, they asked for advices)

[impossible-rat-babies]

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how about for the love of god we just don’t do this

[aaami]

first time in lvl 60 alliance raid with whm..... it went well actually :)

[carcharsaur]

I feel bad wearing my mentor crown in game sometimes cause I'll not argue that most mentors are not worthy of the idea but also the times I did lurk the sprout chat even when someone asked a legit question someone always answered properly before me.... BUT I have tanked in multiple synced arr EX mentor roulette queues and cleared so that's a point of pride to me.

[colonies-of-the-shells-and-fish]

got inspired by @fatal-rewrites-warriors ‘s interaction drabbles so I’m stealing their idea and writing some for my own cats!

here’s the first one for the two brown furred sisters Chestnutfur and Ratclaw!

The soft, yet familiar sound of clacking beads was what woke Ratclaw up this time. The warm Golden Moon sun shone through the hole in the roof of the second warriors den, warming the rocks and sand and blinding any warrior who faced it directly.

Ratclaw could hear her sister shuffling about as she continued beading whatever necklace or bracelet she was making. Quietly grumbling, she lightly pawed at her sister’s nest. “Chestnut ‘s nap time…go back to sleep..” Chestnutfur lightly swatted at Ratclaw’s paw before going back to stringing the beads onto the necklace she was making. “Sorry Ratclaw but no napping right now for me. I gotta keep my paws busy.” She said quietly, quite lost in thought. Ratclaw rolled over sleepily to face her sister. “Yeah well I need to keep my paws busy too, but you don’t see me doing it during nap time.” She stated, playfully batting at the necklace Chestnut was making. Chestnutfur hissed and swiped at her paw, but there was no malice behind it, only mild irritation. “Yeah well, I don’t hunt all the time and teach classes like you do. Stop being annoying. I love you, but stop being annoying.” she hissed, not looking at Ratclaw and instead opting to focus on the necklace.

“What are you making?” Ratclaw asked, already knowing the answer. She leaned in close, peeking over her sister’s shoulder to watch her string on the colorful beads and shells onto the woven string. “I’m remaking Ferndawn’s necklace. He broke it recently while out gathering building supplies.” She stated, beginning to tie the ends of the string together. “How’s he been doin’? His sisters? There’s so many damn cats here in Shell Colony that I don’t see them everyday like you.” Ratclaw knew that it was entirely possible that her sister hadn’t seen her kits at all that day, with them being adults with their own jobs in the colony. “They’re all doing good. Kestrelwater has been out exploring, Twigswoop has been out running around and finding me extra supplies, Yarrowspeck has been helping out mom and Dustspot with herbs, and Ferndawn has been helping out Larch with teaching Artichoke about crafting. Wasn’t Artichoke originally training with you for hunting?” Chestnutfur was idly fidgeting with the beads of the necklace, almost as if contemplating if she should add anything else to it for her son. “Yeah well, Artichoke didn’t think that hunting was right for her. It's fine with me as long as she’s happy with whatever she does with her life. But that’s good! With your kits, that is. I'm glad they’re doing alright.” She said, claws digging into her nest at the mention of her former trainee. She really didn’t want to talk about her former trainee right now.

“You should sleep.” Ratclaw stated, attempting to change the conversation topic. “I will eventually, but not right now. I still need something to occupy my paws. Might just steal the feathers tied to your tail to repaint them.” Chestnutfur joked. “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m going back to sleep.” She said, curling up in her nest and resting her paws over her muzzle. “Sleep well sis. Love you.”

[zanguntsu]

sorry to talk about iv again but shin is soo guy to me

[fooltofancy]

"would u like to aurum vale with a healer who only knows cure?" asked the universe, and i whispered "no."

[puppypaw-wc]

i started a new clangen clan yesterday and i can't get over how pretty this cat is like- the starclan guide is also v pretty.

[caloric-theory]

FUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!