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Fucking ridiculous to ask me to stop shilling the day after I was told to start shilling? Genuinely baffling. @reddeliciousauce
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hello loen I'm back again
your daily memes sir.
enjoy and tell Tilly i say hi and love her
1. Yes.
2. No?
3. Also no wtf?
4. Jokes on you, I am a little gay.
5. I’VE NEVER SEXUALLY HARASSED ANYONE.
6. I was never a twink.
7. It was a drunken mistake.
8. Is that… a pad?
9. NEVER feed a mouse a cookie.
10. What is mewing?
Tilly says “meow” which means hi. :-)
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Birthday Cake (Ace Trappola)
There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.
Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts
NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!
“Ace, if you don’t stop, I’m not giving you my first slice of cake!”
Riddle can barely hold back a smug grin when Ace deflates in his seat, lowering the hand poking Deuce. To be fair, Deuce brought it on himself by saying the birthday person should be allowed to do anything within reason, and Ace, forever a troublemaker, took it as a chance to annoy his fellow first year without fear of retribution. Luckily for everyone, the Prefect’s birthday is close enough to Ace’s that they can throw only one party, so she can keep her boyfriend in check.
“What’s with the first slice thing?”
“Chen’ya?!” Riddle doesn’t need the first years duo’s gasp to alert him of his childhood friend just appearing behind him, not when the annoying cat is placing his arms on his head and lazily leaning against him.
“Hello~! I heard that you guys were eating cake, so here I am~!”
“Get off of me, Chen’ya.”
“Aw, Your Majesty, won’t meow indulge just this once?”
“No. Get off or it’s off with your head!”
Predictably, Chen’ya ignores his threats in favor of learning even more against his back, stretching to grab one of the sweets on the table. Riddle can only huff, knowing that between the two, the cat will inevitably come out unscathed if he were to try and use his unique magic. Trey only laughs softly at him, shaking his head fondly.
“Back in my country, we have this tradition of giving the first slice of our birthday cakes to the person we like the most! Romantically or platonically,” the Prefect explains, nudging Ace with her shoulder with a smile, giggling when he does the same to her.
“Ooooh~” Chen’ya’s voice is full of mischief and the redhead can imagine his grin. “Then, Little Mouse, won’t meow give your slice to me~?”
The Heartslabyul housewarden can only sigh as Ace’s antics promptly start up again, his temper provoked by the cat’s words despite the many times this happened before. Honestly, he’s surrounded by headaches.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst imagines#x fem reader#ace trapolla x reader#ace trappola#a series of birthday cakes#atrasado mas entrege!
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*day 1: beyond the hazy fog*
The thick fog enveloped the berk forest preserve. It was the hazy tone of fog, where you can't really see much beyond it. Only lights that got distorted and moved like spaghetti and smells to find home were thrown about in the thick fog you could smell or see. Sound wasn't much an improvement either, no, the sounds were thrown away and never reached its intended audience from the origin. All of which made the fog difficult to maneuver around in. Especially at dusk. This is where hikers Astrid Hofferson and Hiccup Haddock found themselves late one night heading back for the head. Normally Stormfly's excellent canine mouse could find the trail, but since the fog was so thick and smells never really found the noise right, her nose wasn't much help. Neither were the couple's flashlights.
The black cat riding on Hiccup's shoulders meowed in agony. He wasn't keen on coming in the first place. The three legged cat had made that clear the whole way up the mountain and back before the fog set in and the animal was even more depressed. His name was Toothless for reasons only Hiccup knows. Both cat and hiker experienced matching wounds in both legs needing amputation when Hiccup was younger.
“You sure this was the right way?” Hiccup asked, taking a peek at his girlfriend's map. “You do know what they say about getting lost in flightmare's fog.”
“Just because my uncle Finn got killed hiking this same mountain with the same fog doesn't mean that the Hofferson's will continue down the same path!” Astrid snapped back. “And no I didn't forget about your mom's disappearance in the same mountain and fog either!” She jabbed a finger at her boyfriend when he made to protest.
“That is why they call it Disappearing mountain!” Hiccup pointed back. “Don't understand why they didn't call it Demise Of People With The Last Name Beginning With H mountain.” He tapped his chin.
“That's because it was too long,”
“Yeah but it would make so much more sense!” Hiccup moved in front of her walking backwards, she stopped. “Like, boom! There I go……!” And he disappeared through the fog.
“Haha, very funny! Come back Hiccup,” She turned back to her map. When he didn't return for a few minutes, she glanced up again. More worried. “HICCUP?!” She called out. When she got no response back, Stormfly whined. She walked forward, calling out his name a few more times. When she stepped on a branch, a figure dashed in front of her. She squeaked and looked at the bush the thing dashed into. “Ok Hiccup, quit without the games now.” She moved the bush away only to be met with a red head ghost. Definitely not her skinny auburn haired boyfriend. “Well it is Halloween, what else should I expect?” She mumbled. The ghost was wearing a crown and it looked to be a smaller redhead boy with an infinite amount of freckles on his pale ghost body. His clothes looked like a Vikings clothes, which wasn't surprising since Berk was a viking village long ago.
“You said my name, but I wasn't playing a game,” He said in an echoey voice.
“W-what?” She looked up in surprise. “No, I was looking for my boyfriend, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Fourth!”
“There's a fourth one?” The ghost coked his head in confusion.
“You know the other three?” Astrid pointed at him.
“Well I know the third one very well, the first and second not so well. But I get to interact with them around here every so often,” The ghost Hiccup waved his hand in a thinking manner. “Because I am that third one.”
“Oh…OH!” Astrid stepped back in surprise. “Could you help me find the fourth one? You seem to know this mountain.”
“Yeah, sure,” The ghost moved forward. “Why not?” He waved his hand to follow him and the two tracked through the forest.
Soon they came upon two other Hiccups. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the First and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Second.
“Oh! Hello Hiccup three!” Hiccup one called out. “How did you acquire a lady? Much less a living.”
“She's got a boyfriend and we are helping find him!” Hiccup three jabbed a finger in the air. “Oh, Hiccup two, your sword hole is opening up again!”
“Aww!” Hiccup two smushed his body back together. “I swear this happens every year on this day!”
“It's Halloween dude, the veil is thinner meaning your body looks more like it did when you died,” Astrid said as they moved away from the maces and talons game the two Hiccups were playing.
“So what's Hiccup four look like?” Hiccup one and two asked at the same time.
“Tall, skinny, auburn hair, green eyes, has a cat on his shoulder,” Astrid summed him up. “And when he talks he goes like this,” Astrid moved her shoulders around. “And sounds like a dying goose.”
“Oh, him?” Hiccup one asked. “Yeah I saw him fall down a pit when I scared the life out of him!” The three Hiccups laughed like it happens all the time.
“You what now?” Astrid got up in the ghost's pale face.
“He's not dead don't worry, but he may still be in that pit,” Hiccup one split away from the group in favor of a new direction.
Astrid took after the ghost as he led her to a pit where an unconscious Hiccup was. A certain cat named Toothless meowing loudly.
“Oh, there he is!” Astrid chirped as if her boyfriend finding him unconscious was a normal thing. ...
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can a cat and a snake be lovers? well, here's the answer.
i wrote something of my ocs saito and mayumi. i am so fond of their relationship actually
cw vore, digestion, hypnosis
Mayumi paces across the floor, trying his hardest to find a comfy spot to lie down in the middle of the night. For once, he’s home alone, completely.
Him being a bakeneko helps with this, considering he’s a fairly harmless cat and isn’t likely to tear down the entire house. Not on his own.
He finds the warmest spot on the carpet and tucks his head into his arms.
The second he’s curled up on himself, though, he feels a twinge in his stomach. He’s hungry, but he can do without. He’d rather sleep than eat.
The apartment is quiet with everyone gone, so quiet it makes him miss them, but---he likes the peace. He likes the peace a lot. And so he closes his eyes, ready to doze off at any second.
He can hear a noise that sounds like slithering, though. He brushes it off as nothing--maybe a rat for him to hunt down later.
But the noise is distracting, and it gets louder by the second. He opens his eyes, mildly irritated at having his nap disturbed. But the moment he sees who decided to approach him, fear washes over the irritation.
His fur bristles, and he can feel his ears press down onto his head, feeling his tails tuck.
“...mrow?”
“Hello, Mayu…”
Saito looms over him, feet upon feet of tail filling the room. Mayumi gulps and buries his claws into the carpet.
“H-hey,” he says, trying his best not to whimper. He doesn’t want to be rude, but there’s something just so terrifying about him. “I--I forgot you were here. Hey,”
“Well, it is a bit hard for me to go outside,” Saito gives him a closed smile, raising the tip of his tail to prove his point.
“Oh…yeah, I--I get that.” Mayumi nods, wondering whether or not he should leave. He decides against it, if only because he’d like to stay on the naga’s good side. “Considering the whole---you. Yeah.”
“Eloquent,” he laughs softly. “I hope you don’t mind the company…I do get bored by myself.”
“Me? Mind? Nah, I’m--glad to see you. You live here too, you can go where you want.” Mayumi shakes his head, slowly realizing just how silky Saito’s voice is. As if he could drown in his speech alone….
“Hmmm, kind of you,” Saito rests a hand on his cheek, letting his tail drape over Mayumi. “So, what is it you’ve been doing?”
“Mousing,” he answers. “And sleeping. Just doing whatever I feel like, really. Sometimes I like to play with Kei’s stuff. Like his slippers or his weird vibrating cat paw…he has so much stuff. Humans are weird like that.”
“I suppose so…would you say it’s on the level of hoarding?” Saito asks, coiling himself further and tighter.
“Uh, no…no, I wouldn’t. It’s not anywhere near enough or anything valuable enough. I guess it’s valuable to him, though. He’s cute like that…” Mayumi sighs, thinking of his favorite plaything in all the world.
“He is, isn’t he? Cute and unassuming…not unlike you.” His eyes narrow as he smiles down at him, just slightly taller by a humanoid height.
“Hey, c’mon---I’m fluffy, not unassuming. What makes you say that?” He asks, batting at the much closer tip of Saito’s tail. “Dude. Dude. Wait. Holy shit---you’re so scaly…”
“That would be because I have scales, Mayu.” Saito runs a hand through his fur. “Do you like how they feel?”
“Yeah…” Mayumi sighs. “Warm…you’re warm. And your voice is nice.”
“I’ve been told,” Saito nods, giving him a squeeze.
Mayumi yelps, surprised at the sudden grip all around him. He’s completely coiled, with only his head poking out from the mass of tail surrounding his entire body. “Whoa…” he gasps.
“Hm? Is something the matter?” Saito asks.
“No…just…tail big.” Mayumi answers, resting his head upon it.
“You’re sweet, Mayu.” Saito grins at him, pulling him closer.
The bakeneko softly meows.
“Sweet and quite fluffy, if I have anything to say about it.” Saito continues petting him, and Mayumi doesn’t notice a thing until he’s completely pressed against him, Saito himself resting upon his tail. “You know…”
He meows again.
“You smell good. Very good…” He sticks his tongue out and nearly licks him. “Kei says I smell like weed, mostly.” Mayumi speaks for the first time in minutes.
“You do, but…it’s very you. It’s mixed with your natural feline scent, and---Mayu?” Saito pauses, squeezing him again.
“Y-yeah?” Mayumi croaks.
“You smell so wonderful that I’ve got the mind to eat you.” He says it far too casually.
Mayumi can feel both his tails shoot up. “Huh?”
“Don’t be so afraid,” Saito reassures him. “If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have moved in. And---think about this. Your digestion wouldn’t be permanent.”
“Oh, yeah…” Mayumi blinks, but sinks further into the grip around him. “Come now, pretty kitty…give yourself to me.” Saito whispers, raising Mayumi from the floor. “You’d sate me for a while…doesn’t that sound nice?”
“I--” Mayumi tries to speak, but all that comes out is horroused mewling. “I--”
“You’re terrified of me, aren’t you?” Saito asks, stroking Mayumi’s back softly. “Don’t be. I know just the thing to help you relax,”
“What is it…?” Mayumi nearly does whimper.
“Just this,” Saito answers him, raising his entire body above the floor and closer, closer still to his waiting predator. Saito opens his mouth, not very wide, but Mayumi can see fangs glistening. He shivers, feeling all the evolutionary terror he should.
But Saito bites down on the nape of his neck, and his whole world blurs.
Even the yelp he lets out slows down, and dies in his throat.
“Wh--?” He claps a hand over his neck, feeling himself bleeding. “Wh--I--”
“Don’t worry,” Saito insists. “Calm down. It’s alright…”
Mayumi lets the softness of his voice wash over him, losing himself in the tightening grasp of his tail as he purrs. Why is he purring? Shouldn’t he be…
shouldnt he be--
“mrow…”
“Yes, that’s right…good kitty.” Saito grins at his prey, helpless and disoriented. “Now, tell me how you feel.”
“Good…” Mayumi grogs, his throat feeling dry and his eyelids heavy.
“Excellent.” Saito praises him softly, pulsating his grip and letting Mayumi devolve even further. “Now, I’m sure you’re absolutely paralyzed with fear….but, let’s let the venom replace that. Listen to me. You’ll be alright. No harm will come to you. I think you’re lovely, and all I want is to spend time with you. More than that, I want to eat you.”
“.....mrrreeeooow…..”
“Now, relax.” Saito commands.
Mayumi’s entire body unclenches, his face scrunched with the sloppiest of loopy smiles. “mhm…” he nods blankly.
“Perfect,” Saito strokes his head, and he purrs. “And then---rest your sweet paw on my lips.”
Mayumi sighs in bliss, and does it, not putting up any fight. He was drowning in the hypnotic grip of a snake…and he never wanted to leave. Saito was all he could think of, all he wanted…and if he wanted to take him in and consume him entirely, then Mayumi would be his forever more.
He rubs his head against Saito’s chest, earning a soft chuckle. It makes his ears flicker. He stares up at Saito with the biggest, most innocent eyes he can manage, completely unintentionally.
“You’re precious…” Saito praises him, but then parts his jaws.
Mayumi’s arms are slurped up so fast he wouldn’t have had the time to react even in his right mind. Instead, he gives a cross between a giggle and a hiss, feeling the warmth creeping up and completely enveloping him as Saito swallows his head.
It’s dark. He can’t see anything, but his tongue is so soft and wet…his throat so warm as it gently pulls him down…with muffled, thick gulping ringing in his ears from all sides. It makes him twitch with pleasure, purring with even more intensity.
Saito gulps him down with ease, his lower body having gone limp from the constriction and the venom coursing through his veins. He licks over his toes as they pass his lips, and he gives one last gulp, feeling the twitching cat sink into him…completely.
He lies down on the carpet, feeling his first stomach fill out with the contents of his latest meal, and lets his tongue flicker out for another hint of his flavor.
Saito exhales, happily pressing down onto his full belly. His full belly, bulging with such warmth and life…all for him to rend down into more padding on his monstrously long tail.
From inside, Mayumi presses onto the curiously pressing walls of his stomach. It’s warm, and wet, and so…deep. Mayumi feels like he could sink down even further if he isn’t careful.
So dark and…inescapable, but so welcoming in its total eclipse of all life that enters.
He reaches upward, weakly, feeling nothing but more pulsating in the naga’s core. He meows, softly, letting himself drown in the folds of it…
But as he closes his eyes, he can feel his legs being pulled down even further, as if there’s another deeper, wider chamber right below. He can feel his whole body sinking further down…and he can hear Saito moaning from absolute pleasure.
He finds it nice, that he can make him so happy just by being a meal winding deep within two stomachs…and judging from the way this one contracts completely around him…
It’s time.
“You make such a wonderful meal, my pretty kitty. Perhaps I’ll have Kei join you when he gets home…” Saito muses aloud, pressing himself harder into the carpet as he feels his tail bulge. “You feel so good---pressing against me like that---you’ve been so sweet, so well-behaved….”
He gives a blissed-out sigh, hedonistic thoughts of dragging more hypnotized prey down his gullet filling his mind…as Mayumi softens within.
#v.ore#hypnosis#male pred#male prey#naga pred#reformation vore#my writing#blueberry original#oc: saito#oc: mayumi
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Heyy lyss <3
So there's this orange cat 🐈, she's been coming to my house again and again, she/he always comes back, the first time s/he came in jan- feb, I live on the top floor and there's no way s/he can come, but I'm sure the cat comes from the building that is beside my building. So when s/he came for the first time, s/he was eating mouse, behind one of my plant. It was early in the morning like 8-9 am. We kept the cat the whole day with us but we had sent her/him back at night. She went back to the house we used to live in earlier. Now there is new family so the cat lives with them, but after some time the cat again came back to our house. We fed him/her some milk and again sent him/her away. This continued for some more 2-3 times.
But today it was totally different, There were 2 baby pigeons in my balcony. Their mom was making them Lear how to fly, they were going to fly in some more days. We daily see them, take care of them, so today in morning, my mom went to drop my sister at school, she saw that the baby pigeons were totally fine. She came back, and the baby pigeons were totally fine that time too, after some hours, my mom heard the 'meow' she went in balcony and saw that the cat was eating those baby pigeons. That was horrible. The cat killed the baby pigeons and eat them, there were two of them. We somehow cleaned the place and sent the cat back. It was difficult to sent the cat back since s/he was eating them . We left it and when s/he was done eating s/he went into the stairs and left the house.
So in conclusion, I want to know what does this can possibly means? It does mean something? Or am I just overthinking? If it does mean something related to spirituality then I would like to know, but if it's nothing and I'm just overthinking it, I want to know that too. So, in case you can help me ???
Thank you, have a great day/night.
<333
Hello!
It's true that the Universe may send us signs in different ways and we should keep attention to them, but it's also true that not everything is a sign. And despite animals may be one sign (eg. cats generally are a sign of protection and spiritual connection), I think it's mostly when we see them randomly (or dream of them -but here meanings may change according on how you perceive those animals) and not continuosly as it was for you with this cat. Or when we have some kind of specific direct interaction with them, starting from them. Ofc at times it's hard to differentiate what can be a sign from what not, especially if there are other stressing situations going on in our life and we fear missing out on something important: that's why it becomes fundamental to stay grounded and not let worries take us over (whether what we saw/read/heard was a sign or not and how we should interpret it -generally a sign it's clear for you, as your intuition will know its meaning but it's also true that our mind may come in between with doubts). Anyway be sure that if a message needs to reach you, it will in any way when it's time. Universe can change the way in which it delivers it to you, so you won't miss out. Just always focus on not letting your mind take over cause it may cloud your thinking and not let you receive properly.
Anyway this to me sounds like plain cat behaviour. From my personal experience (I had a bunch of cats in my life and none of them was trained to be a house-cat, they were all wild predators; except for a couple we "adopted" and we did it by giving them food), anytime you give food to a cat, it just comes back. Cats aren't loyal as dogs, and especially those who have no owner but move freely around the town, they go wherever they find food as they just need to survive. This cat in/around you/your house found a mouse, milk, and even pigeons... I'd put 5 starfishes on Catadvisor if I were in them. Not to mention orange cats also have an history of being used by Vikings on ships as mouse-catchers (they're some of the most adventurous and good predators among cats). But yeah, nothing to worry about in the end from what I am getting.
Hope this helps, take care!<3
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2/10/24 - Chicagoland Rescue Roundup
Well, time to kick off my revival of the Chicagoland rescue roundup! I used to do these periodically to help signal boost pets in my area that are in need of a new home.
I will not be promoting any listings created by breeders (even if they insist the breeding was accidental).
I will be putting all these cuties up for adoption/rehoming under a cut, since these posts will be quite long. If you don't have space in your home for a new friend, please reblog if you can!
Our first friend to be featured is Nugget the female syrian hamster! $210 may seem like a steep price, but it looks like she comes with quite a few supplies - I frequently cite $200 as an expected startup cost for hamsters - and the owner is allegedly flexible on the price. (Western Springs)
Next up is a cute little corn snake whose owner is getting rid of her due to restrictions where they live. I'm personally not well versed in corn snake care, but it looks like she comes with a pretty well sized habitat! (Lisle)
This is a 1 ½ year old male cat who needs to go to a home with no other cats. (Chicago)
This is a 3 year old female cat who needs to go to a home with no other cats. (Mount Prospect)
This is a male cat who is 6 years old and whose owners can no longer care for him. (Oak Lawn)
And as a final plug - I love the Fur Angels Animal Sanctuary located in Aurora, IL! It's where I got Russ the mouse, and I've donated numerous supplies to them throughout the years. They keep their website well updated with animals looking for their forever home:
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Book One: New Moon Chapter One
The first thing Lion remembered was the warmth of his mother, something near-constant and comforting. He also remembered warmth pressed on either side of him, and the brushing of tiny tails against his own.
Lion remembered the first sound he ever heard; a squeak of protest as he clambered over his bundled littermates to get more milk.
The first spoken words Lion recalled hearing was the whining of another kit. “Mom, there’s nobody to play with! When will Red’s kits grow up?”
Lion wanted to know the cats that surrounded him. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
“Red, look!” said a tabby molly. Lion felt movement and looked up to see another molly, dark red, gazing down a him. The tabby spoke again. “Such big blue eyes!”
The red molly’s own eyes, amber, glimmered with an emotion Lion couldn’t read. He got up onto weak paws and mewed. The molly smiled at him. “Hello, darling. I’m your mama,” she whispered, her voice so soft and sweet.
“M-Mama?” Lion echoed.
The molly nodded, before turning her gaze away. “Heron, Parsley, come say hello to your brother!” she called softly.
A pair of smaller mollies, one a light tan tabby and one red and white, approached him. The tabby spoke up. “Wow, Mom. He’s even more yellow up close!” she mewed. Lion cocked his head.
“Now, Heron, don’t be rude,” their mother chided, though she was stifling an amused purr at her daughter’s bluntness.
“Oh, I mean, hi, Lion,” Heron corrected herself. Then, the red and white molly spoke.
“Hello, Lion!” she said brightly.
“Lion?” Lion echoed, unused to hearing his name.
Heron laughed. “Yeah, silly! Your name is Lion!”
Red didn’t hide her purr that time. “Do you like your name?” she asked, a glimmer of that strange emotion sparking in her eyes again.
Lion wasn’t sure which names he did or didn’t like yet, but he tried to be polite. “Um, yeah, I guess. It’s… cool,” he mumbled, before turning to look at the black and white bundle curled up next to Red. “Who is that?”
“That’s Moon, your brother,” Red told him. “Go say hello.”
Lion padded over to Moon. “Moon!” he mewed, trying out the name for himself.
Moon looked up at once. “You opened your eyes!” he meowed, delighted. “Now we can go outside and play with Thicket and Firefly!”
Before anyone could respond, a big black and white tom suddenly strode into the alley with a mouse in his jaws. “So they’ve opened their eyes?” he inquired.
“How’d you know?” Heron asked.
“I could hear that one’s squeaking from outside,” he replied, flicking his tail towards Moon. Moon shrank a little. “At least they have good eyes. They’ll need them out here.”
“Who is this, Mama?” Parsley asked. Red hesitated.
“My name is Bone,” the tom introduced himself for her. “I am your father.”
My father thinks I have good eyes! Lion puffed his chest out and held his chin high. Bone didn’t seem to notice, but he spoke again.
“Well done on bearing such healthy kits,” he congratulated their mother. “I knew I picked a good molly, even though that molly is a kittypet.”
Red bristled at his words, but said nothing. Bone dropped the mouse and turned to take his leave. “Wait!” Lion squeaked, bounding after him. Red’s eyes went wide.
Bone turned halfway. “What?”
“Can we go with you? Moon said we can go outside and play now that our eyes are open!” Lion implored.
“Did he, now?” Bone sneered. “Well, Lion, you’ll quickly learn that this town you live in is a treacherous place. In the end, you won’t have time to play.”
Moon trembled, pressing closer to Red. Red wrapped her tail around him. Without another word, Bone left.
“He’s not very nice,” Moon whispered.
“I know he’s not,” Red sighed, “but you kits must try to respect him. He’s one of the strongest cats in this Clan, and he’ll be leader once Scourge dies.”
The kits fell silent. Lion wondered if his littermates knew who this ‘Scourge’ was, but he didn’t ask. His mother looked too upset. Instead, he decided to ask another question. “Mama?”
“Yes?”
“What’s a kittypet?”
“That’s what I used to be, darling,” Red replied. “Do you see this?” She brought a paw up to touch her collar.
“Mm-hmm!” Lion affirmed with a nod.
“Can you see how it’s different from Bone’s?”
“Yeah! Dad’s was all spiky!” Heron piped up.
“That’s because most of the cats in our home used to be kittypets, which means they lived with creatures called housefolk. They’re big, tall things that are missing fur, and they walk on their hind legs, but they’re very nice. They fed me and gave me a warm place to sleep, but… Some housefolk are mean and throw cats out. That’s where a lot of these cats came from, and they made themselves different by putting claws and teeth in their collars.”
Lion shuddered. “Why don’t you have teeth and claws in your collar, Mama?”
Red smiled sadly. “I haven’t been here very long, so I haven’t defeated any dogs or cats to take teeth from. Now, are you sure you want to go outside?”
“Yes!” Lion exclaimed. “I hear other kits out there!”
“You must have heard Thicket and Firefly,” Red deduced. “They’re about four months old by now, so they’re a lot bigger than you are, but they’ve been dying for someone to play with.” Lion’s paws tingled with excitement.
“I’m dying to play with them, too!”
“All right,” Red sighed. “Just be careful.”
The air was fresher outside the alley, but only somewhat. It was also brighter, so it took Lion’s young eyes a few moment to adjust. Then, disorienting images unfolded in front of him like he’d just slipped into a bad dream. Big pillars, like the ones that enclosed the alley, seemed to touch the sky all around him. He was so busy craning his neck and turning around to look around at them that he would have stumbled into two bigger cats, had they not hissed at him.
“Watch where you’re going, pisqueak!”
“Leave him alone, Brick,” a third cat suddenly hissed, and to Lion’s surprise, the angry molly shrank back. The third cat, blue-grey with darker speckles all over, turned to look at him. “Hey, scrap. You must be one of Red’s kits.”
“You know our mama?” Lion asked.
The molly’s whiskers twitched. “I know everybody in BloodClan.”
Lion wanted to know her, too. “What’s your name?”
“Everyone here calls me Blue.”
“Red and Blue! That’s funny!” Heron laughed.
Lion was again surprised to see Blue smile. “Yeah, I guess it is. Maybe that’s why I feel a connection to her, aside from the fact that I used to be a kittypet, too.”
“There you guys are!” a young voice suddenly alerted them, one that Lion recognized as belonging to Thicket. The ginger tabby kit stood nearby, his eyes aglow with excitement. “Did you sneak out while Red wasn’t looking?”
“Not everyone’s as bad as you are!” a black and white molly, Firefly, teased from behind Thicket. She looked as excited as her brother did. “She probably let them all play outside because their eyes are finally open!”
Lion lapped at his chest awkwardly. Their pelts looked so sleek and neat compared to his! They didn’t seem to mind, though– Thicket just batted at his sister for her quip.
“Now we can show you around!” Firefly continued brightly.
“Ooh! Yeah, yeah!” Thicket agreed, bouncing in place.
“Yes, please,” Moon agreed shyly. “There’s so much out here I wouldn’t know where to look first!” Before Lion could chime in, Firefly launched right into her tour.
“All the little nooks and crannies you see are where someone sleeps,” Firefly said, pointing with her tail all over the place. She was right; cats huddled anywhere sheltered that they could fit. “Mama says that Thicket and I will have to find a spot for ourselves soon.”
“Doesn’t she like you anymore?” Heron asked, cocking her head.
Thicket snickered. “Sometimes, I wonder.”
“Of course she does!” Firefly huffed. “It’s just every cat for themselves out here!”
“I just hope that you two will keep your voices down in your own den,” Branch’s voice alerted them, and her kits flinched. “Other cats won’t be as lenient as me.”
“Sorry, Mama,” Thicket said meekly.
“They’ll probably fall asleep quicker once they’re by themselves,” Blue offered, finally catching up to the kits.
“Perhaps,” Branch sighed, dipping her head to Blue. Then, she looked at Lion and his siblings. “Red told you four not to stay out too long, or wander too far. These streets are filthy and easy to get lost in. You’d better run home to her sooner, rather than later.”
Lion was too busy staring at Blue to reply. Why did all the cats seem to respect her so much? She looked powerful, but she wasn’t very big.
“We won’t get lost if we’re with Blue, right?” he suddenly asked, looking sideways at Branch before looking up at the dappled molly. He wanted to learn more about her! “Can we stay with you for a while? We’ll be good!”
“Well, all right,” Blue agreed. “I’ll show you where my den is, but you mustn’t go inside– I share my den with Scourge.”
Heron gaped at her. “With Scourge?”
Blue nodded. “He’s my uncle, and your great-granduncle. Red told me so.”
“So will we share his den someday, too?” Lion asked.
Blue laughed. “No, he’d be cross with that! He doesn’t like kittens very much.”
“Oh.”
“Come on.” Blue beckoned with her tail, leading them to a big green structure with a black top. There was a small space underneath; just enough for a cat to lie under. “Here it is. This is– oh!” Blue suddenly stiffened, her tail fluffing out a bit. Lion’s heart leapt at the throat when he saw why. In the darkness under the boxy thing, a small, lithe black cat stared out at them with cold, half-lidded blue eyes. He looked like he’d been sleeping, if his head resting on his mismatched forepaws were any indication.
“Blue,” the tom meowed in a voice as icy as his gaze. Lion wanted to run away before the cat saw him, but the tom languidly turned his head, his eyes locking on Lion’s. Lion squeaked, lowering his head and beginning to tremble.
“Hello, Uncle,” Blue meowed cordially, but a bit tensely.
Heron peeked out from behind Blue. “Are you Scourge?”
The black tom slid out from under his shelter, stretching before sitting in front of them with his white-tipped tail wrapped around his paws. “I am.”
“I knew it! You’d be very naughty for sleeping in his den if you weren’t.”
Scourge snorted, before looking at each of Lion’s littermates and eventually settling his gaze on Lion himself. “They all look healthy and strong.”
“We are strong!” Heron said proudly, holding her head up high.
“W-We hope so,” Lion added. “Um, our father said we looked strong, too.”
Scourge hummed, before standing up and lashing his tail. “Well, there you are then. Now, I had a long night settling disputes a few streets over, and I’m quite through with being disturbed,” he meowed a bit harshly, half to Blue and half to the kits. “Blue, take them away from here. I’ll talk to them again when they’re actually of use to me.”
“Yes, sir,” Blue said quickly, bowing her head. Lion didn’t like seeing her acting so submissive when so many cats seemed to respect her. “Come along, kits,” Blue said briskly, gathering the kits together with her tail and ushering them away. Lion stumbled from the rushing. He looked back to see Scourge slinking back into his sleeping spot, before looking back ahead once the black tom was out of sight.
“Met Scourge, did they?” Branch asked as they approached. Red was standing beside her, looking a bit worried. Lion scampered over to her, nuzzling her foreleg. Red purred, bowing her head to lick him. He hoped there were other cats in BloodClan as nice as her and Blue.
“Was he kind to them?” Red asked, lifting her head to look at Blue.
“As kind as he can be, Red,” Blue sighed. “As kind as he can be.”
#oreo crunches#erin hunter warriors#warrior cats#warriors#warriors fanfic#new moon#main story#lion's pov
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Even more late night thoughts about Vegas, Pete and how VegasPete came to be-
After writing "Grinch, please!" I had a revelation about VegasPete. A micro one, but still.
It's always SO fucking vital WHEN you cross paths with someone and what point they are at in their lives. If Pete had somehow caught Vegas' attention BEFORE everything began to go to shit, he might have been just another main family bodyguard Vegas railed and bailed on just to stick it to Kinn. Vegas would have moved on to fucking his next target and Pete would have been a(n even more) broken man for it. But like, Vegas' identity as the contender for the title of heir to his dad's position starting to crumble; Vegas' long-running, carefully executed plans being rendered useless by an abundance of muppets being sicced on him (Tawan, Porsche and Pete) - it all ensured that Vegas was on the brink of a HUGE breakdown and life crisis. When he caught Pete, he was alone, overwhelmed and tired of his life of abuse and humiliation. He literally did not have the sanity or the energy available to be cruel and calculated Khun Vegas. I think this is what the recurring label of sad little meow meow encompasses. The Vegas from episode 7 would not have taken his captive along to the safehouse for entertainment. Everything he does to Pete, from the electroshocks to the balls, to calling grandma and to playing cat and mouse with an injured Pete, is coming from a desperate and very basic need to be SEEN before he completely falls apart. On a level, even if not conscious, Vegas knows his number is up and that soon his family will get rid of him in an attempt to paint themselves as the good guys (Korn has no qualms murdering his own brother in front of witnesses, so we know that Vegas' predictions are not unrealistic). This is a man who did not hesitate to torture, murder and disfigure a prisoner just to persuade Big Wang to cooperate, only to then also get rid of Big Wang. This is a man who felt it necessary to spit a one liner at an Italian mob boss before killing him, like he was in an Al Pacino movie. My unhinged son would have made Pete into a matching purse and pair of shoes if he had caught him earlier in the game. And sure, Pete is exceptional and wields untold power, but even he couldn't have gotten through to Vegas if Vegas' armour hadn't been cracked prior. This doesn't take away from Pete's power and his ability to reset Vegas from the ground up, but it does show that life itself is cruel and everything depends on the headspace we are in when we meet someone or go through an experience or another. I also think that Korn was counting on Vegas' sanity circling the drain and taking his nephew out of the game for him. But he did NOT reckon with Pete being able to get through to Vegas because their different brands of crazy are compatible. Korn grossly misjudged Pete, as did everyone in the main family. There's this joke I love, about a new psychiatrist beginning a job at an asylum and seeing an otherwise non-communicative patient pull a length of string after himself. The new doc goes to him and asks: "Hello, are you out here walking your imaginary dog?" and to everyone's surprise, the patient looks at him, scoffs and says, "what imaginary dog? That would be insane. I am pulling the rope after me because it's limp and I cannot push it ahead of me!"
Pete succeeded because a. he was given a favourable window to try and get to Vegas and b. he was willing to do so because he recognised he and Vegas were not all that different underneath it all. Everyone else gave up on Vegas before they even took a closer look at him. It was always some flavour of "ugh, Vegas, fuck that creep" and moving on.
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Hello! May I request fluff with Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir with the reader who is the mouse superheroine "Souris Blanche" which translates to White Mouse, please? Thank you so much and have a wonderful day! <3
love me // chat noir x gn!reader
Hii, I'm so sorry it took SO long to finish this fic I was struggling with life in general lmao. Thank you for the kind wish, have a great day and I hope you like it! :)
Pairing: chat noir x fem!reader
Summary: White and black, two different yet similar worlds, just like Souris Blanche and Chat Noir
"Have you talked to her yet?" Lady in red sat next to Chat Noir on their favorite rooftop in Paris. His feet dangled from the edge of the building as he stared into the distance. "I don't know how to"
Ladybug was aware of his feelings for the girl who was known as Souris Blanche. They both knew her identity for it was necessary to do so. Yet, Chat was way too afraid to talk to her other than their fights side by side.
She was the one who pushed him to do so, but there was something always stopping him. "You should"
He only nodded in response, for he was aware of it himself.
"Why don't you talk to her in your civilian form" He looked at her like he just saw a ghost.
"M'lady, that is the dumbest idea you had ever had, no offense" They laughed but she didn't let it go "Why not?"
"I can't. When I'm Chat Noir and with her, I'm free. There is nothing stopping me. But when I'm just me, without the mask, she takes a hold of me. I can't think straight."
She nodded in understanding "I know that feeling."
He seemed surprised. "You do?"
Ladybug just sighed in agreement. "But you're Ladybug." Chat was more than taken back.
"I know that feeling by heart."
"You should tell the boy you're in love with that you like him" he proposed but she just shook her head
"No, no way." standing up she helped him up too "C'mon, lover boy, let's go get the girl you're in love with"
Just as they were about to swing above the rooftops to the park they both knew she spent her time, an Akuma alert rang. "Just at the right time" he joked.
Ladybug looked at the villain that was tearing Paris apart. "We will need help". Taking the mouse miraculous she lent it to Chat. "Go get Souris Blanche"
The green-eyed boy smiled widely, preparing for the encounter with Y/N. In no time he was at the park, landing right in front of her. She looked so peaceful sitting on a bench and enjoying her day. The moment Y/N saw him, she froze, unable to move. "Chat Noir" was all she managed to blurt out.
He stepped forward, placing himself just inches away from her. "We need you"
She understood right away. "My pleasure"
Taking her by the hand, the cat boy led her to an ally right aside. "I'm glad to see you again," he said, and only then did he realize their bodies were close to each other. His cheeks burned red as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
"Not as glad as I am, kitty"
Y/N placed her miraculous around her neck to what a sleepy kwami appeared. "Mullo! You squeaky head" she smiled with a smile full of love
Mouse kwami spun around her head "Y/N I've missed you"
"We need to help Ladybug and Cat Noir. Mullo, get squeaky!"
With said transformation words, a normal Paris teenage girl turned into a superheroine- Souris Blanche
"Meow, let's go play cat and mouse," said Cat Noir, taking her by the waist and riding them off with his stick.
Flying so high off the ground, Souris pressed closer to the cat boy who held her firm, his fingers pressing into her suit. "You're holding on tight to me" she spoke with a quiet voice. Y/N wasn't sure, but even with the quantum masking and under the disguise, she felt the boy blush.
"I-I'm sorry"
"No need to apologize. Makes me feel special"
He looked at her for a second "You are"
Now it was her time to blush and she prayed he didn't see that. That would have been quite embarrassing.
"You made it!" Chanted Ladybug as she saw the two figures coming her way. "Happy to see you again Souris Blanche." the two exchanged a small smile.
"But we have work to do." Lady in red said, showing them the red and dotted pen she got as her lucky charm
"A pen?" The cat was not impressed
"I've got a plan, listen carefully" And so Ladybug told them her idea of defeating the akumatized villain.
It wasn't an easy plan, it never is. But it was their only solution. "Stay behind me," Said the cat boy protectively as the two of them ran across the roof, in a different direction than Ladybug.
"I can protect myself but thanks"
"I know you can, just, I cannot imagine seeing you hurt."
Souris' heart melted. He cares about her. "I won't, I promise."
The battle was heated, the villain was unstoppable. It seemed like the three of them will never make it.
Souris looked around, trying to think of something. Yes! It will be dangerous, of course, but she has to do this. "I have to go"
"No! Souris Blanche wait!" the cat wept. But, she was already far gone. "I love you" he whispered to himself.
The black cat watched the love of his life and behind him landed Ladybug "What is she doing?! Why did you let her leave?!"
"It wasn't up to me!" Cat Noir defended himself
"I cannot work with you two! Just stay there when I tell you!"
And just as she was yelling at the boy in black, the girl in white was flying towards the earth. No, rather she was falling. "Oh no" whispered the dotted hero.
"NO!" A scream that could freeze blood pierced through the air. She was hurt. And he couldn't do anything.
"RUN CAT NOIR" and so he did. He ran as fast as he could. Hell, it seemed he would pass out. "NO! STAY WITH ME" he screamed as he was trying to catch the lifeless body of his love.
"Please, please, please Souris come back" he cried, holding her close, cradling her face in his hands.
"I love you please don't leave me"
As he was weeping over his lover's body, Ladybug saw an opportunity in tragedy. With a few swift movements, she defeated the villain.
"Miraculous Ladybug!" the magic surrounded the city, fixing every damage the akumatized villain layed upon them.
"I love you too" shakily whispered the girl in white, running her fingers through his blonde hair. "I would never leave you"
Without much thinking, Cat Noir kissed the girl with all that he had got.
She loves him.
#miraculous ladybug#chat noir#miraculous#adrien agreste#chat noir x reader#tales of ladybug and cat noir#ladybug#miraculous chat noir#cat noir x reader#cat noir#adrien x reader
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A Warrior's Destiny - Chapter 5
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Ravenpaw stirs and twitches his ears. "Has he gone?" he mumbles.
"Who? Tigerclaw?" replies Graypaw, trotting towards him. "Yep, he's gone."
"Hi, there," Firepaw begins, about to introduce himself.
"Go away, all of you!" Spottedleaf protests. "How am I meant to help this cat with all these interruptions!" She impatiently flicks her tail at Graypaw and Firepaw and pushes her way between them and her patient. "Stay, (W/p)paw," the medicine cat meows, and (W/p)paw starts with surprise before nodding.
"Come on, Firepaw," mews Graypaw. "I'll show you around. See you later, Ravenpaw, (W/p)paw."
The two cats leave (W/p)paw and Spottedleaf with Ravenpaw and walk across the clearing.
Graypaw looks thoughtful, clearly taking his duties as a guide very seriously. "You know the Highrock already," he begins, flicking his tail toward the big, smooth rock. "Bluestar always addresses the Clan from there. Her den is down there." He lifts his nose toward a hollow in the side of the Highrock. "Her den was carved out many moons ago by an ancient stream." Hanging lichen draped the entrance, sheltering the leader's nest from wind and rain.
"The warriors sleep over here," Graypaw goes on.
Firepaw follows him to a large bush a few paces away from the Highrock. There is a clear view from here right down to the gorse entrance into the camp. The branches of the bush hang low, but Firepaw can see a sheltered space inside where the warriors made their nests.
"The senior warriors sleep nearest the center, where it's warmest," explains Graypaw. "They usually share their fresh-kill together over by that clump of nettles. The younger warriors eat nearby. Sometimes they are invited to join the senior warriors for eating, which is a big honor."
"What about the other Clan cats?" Firepaw asks, fascinated but feeling rather overwhelmed by all the traditions and rituals of Clan life.
"Well, the queens share warrior quarters when they work as warriors, but when they are expecting kits, or nursing them, they stay in a nest near the nursery. The elders have their own place on the other side of the clearing. Come on, I'll show you."
Firepaw trots after Graypaw, across the clearing, and past the shadowy corner where Spottedleaf had her den. They stop beside a fallen tree that sheltered a patch of lush grass. Crouched among the soft greenery are four elderly cats tucking into a plump young rabbit.
"(W/p)paw would've brought them that before she left to fetch you," whispers Graypaw. "One of the apprentices' duties is catching fresh-kill for the Elders"
"Hello, youngster," one of the elders greets Graypaw.
"Hello, Smallear," meows Graypaw, nodding respectfully.
"This must be our new apprentice. Firepaw, isn't it?" asks a second tom. His patchy fur is dark brown, and there is only a stump where his tail should have been.
"That's right," Firepaw replies, copying Graypaw's polite nod.
"I'm Halftail," purrs the brown tom. "Welcome to the Clan."
. . .
Firepaw stretches with his tongue to lick the last traces of mouse from his whiskers, Bluestar's voice calls from the Highrock. Redtail's body still lies in the clearing below, pale gray in the fading light. "A new deputy must be appointed," she meows. "But first, let us give thanks to Starclan for the life of Redtail. Tonight he sits with his fellow warriors among the stars."
Silence falls as all the cats look up at the sky, which is beginning to darken as evening creeps over the forest.
"And now I shall name Thunderclan's new deputy," Bluestar continues. "I say these words before the body of redtail, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice.
Firepaw looks at Tigerclaw. He can't help noticing the hunter in the massive warrior's amber eyes as he stares up at the Highrock.
"Lionheart," meows Bluestar, "will be the new deputy of Thunderclan."
Firepaw is curious to see Tigerclaw's reaction, but the dark warrior's face reveals nothing as he moves to congratulate Lionheart with a nudge so hearty that it almost pushes the golden tabby off balance.
"Why didn't she make Tigerclaw deputy?" Firepaw whispers to (W/p)paw, who was sitting next to him.
"Probably because Lionheart has been a warrior longer, so he has a lot more experience," (W/p)paw murmurs back, still looking up at Bluestar.
Bluestar speaks again. "Redtail was also mentor to young Dustpaw. Since there must be no delay in the training of our apprentices, I shall appoint Dustpaw's new mentor immediately. Darkstripe, you are ready for your first apprentice, so you will continue Dustpaw's training. You had a fine mentor in Tigerclaw, and I expect you to pass on some of the excellent skills you were taught."
The tabby warrior swells with pride as he shows his acceptance with a solemn nod. He strides over to Dustpaw, bends his head, and rather awkwardly with his new apprentice. Dustpaw flicks his tail respectfully, but his eyes are still dull with grief for his lost mentor.
Bluestar raises her voice. "I shall keep a vigil with Redtail's body tonight, before we bury him at sunrise." She jumps down from the Highrock and walks over to lie beside Redtail's body once more. Many of the other cats join her, Dustpaw and Smallear among them.
(W/p)paw flicks her tail, and moves to lie down beside Dustpaw, her nose pressed into Redtail's fur.
"Should we sit with them too?" Firepaw suggests, but he has to admit the idea doesn't appeal to him much. It had been a busy day and he is beginning to feel tired. All he wants to do is find somewhere warm and dry to curl up and sleep.
Graypaw shakes his head. "No, only those who were closest to Redtail will share his final night. I'll show you where we sleep. The Apprentices' Den is over here."
Firepaw follows Graypaw to a thick bush of ferns that lie behind a mossy tree stump.
"All the apprentices share their fresh-kill by this stump," Graypaw tells him.
"How many apprentices are there?" Firepaw asks curiously.
"Not as many as usual - just you, me, Ravenpaw, Dustpaw, Sandpaw, and (W/p)paw."
As Firepaw and Graypaw settle themselves beside the treestump, a young she-cat crawls out from beneath the ferns. Her coat is ginger, like Firepaw's, but much paler, with barely visible stripes of darker fur
"So here comes the new apprentice!" she meows, narrowing her eyes.
"Hello," Firepaw meows.
The young cat sniffs rudely. "He smells like a kittypet! Don't tell me I'm going to have to share my nest with that revolting stench!"
Firepaw feels taken aback. Since his fight with Longtail, all the cats had been quite friendly. Maybe they had just been distracted by Ravenpaw's news, Firepaw thinks.
"You'll have to excuse Sandpaw," apologizes Graypaw. "I think she must have a furball stuck somewhere. She's not usually this bad-tempered."
Sandpaw spits crossly.
"Hold on, youngsters." The deep voice of Whitestorm sounds behind the apprentices. "Sandpaw! As my apprentice, I expected you to be a little more welcoming to this newcomer."
Sandpaw holds up her head and looks defiant. "I'm sorry, Whitestorm," she purrs, not sounding sorry at all. "I just didn't expect to be training with a kittypet, that's all!"
"I'm sure you'll get used to it, Sandpaw," meows Whitestorm calmly. "Now, it's getting late, and training starts early tomorrow. You three should get some sleep." He gives Sandpaw a stern look, and she nods obediently. As he walks off, she spins around and vanishes into the clump of ferns, sniffing once more as she brushes past Firepaw.
With a flick of his tail, Graypaw invites Firepaw to follow him, and leads the way after Sandpaw. Inside the sleeping area, the ground is lined with soft moss, and the pale moonlight turns everything a delicate shade of green. The air is fragrant with fern scent, and warmer than outside.
"Where do I sleep?" Firepaw asks.
"Anywhere, just so long as it's not hear me!" snarls Sandpaw, who is prodding some moss with her paw.
Graypaw and Firepaw exchange glances, but say nothing. Firepaw rakes together a pile of moss with his claws. When he had gathered his bed into a cozy nest, he circles until it's comfortable and settles down. His whole body feels drowsy with excitement. This is his home now. He was a member of ThunderClan.
. . .
"Hey, Firepaw, wake up!" Graypaw's meows breaks into Firepaw's dream. He had been chasing a squirrel, up and up, into the topmost branches of a tall oak.
"Training begins at sunrise. Dustpaw, Sandpaw, and (W/p)paw are already up," Graypaw adds urgently.
Firepaw stretches sleepily, then remembers: today was his first day of training. He leaps to his paws, his drowsiness evaporating as excitement surges through his veins.
Graypaw is giving himself a hasty wash. Between licks, he meows, "I've just spoken to Lionheart. Ravenpaw won't be training with us till his wound is better. He'll probably stay at Spottedleaf's den for another day or two. Dustpaw, (W/p)paw, and Sandpaw are on hunting duty. So Lionheart thought you and I could train with him and Tigerclaw this morning. We'd better hurry, though," he adds. "They'll be waiting!"
Firepaw feels a pang of disappointment for some reason, but he lets Graypaw lead him quickly through the gorse entrance and up the side of the rock-strewn valley. As they climb over the crest of the ravine, a cool breeze ruffles their fur.
. . .
Mousefur watches her apprentice from behind a tree, where her dusty brown fur blending in with the wood, her body close to the ground.
(W/p)paw creeps forward, her paws silent.
The massive apprentice's nose twitches as she catches a scent. The scent of a squirrel in the trees above.
(W/p)paw draws herself up onto her hindlegs, balancing perfectly.
With a powerful leap, the apprentice launches herself up onto a branch.
Mousefur watches with narrowed eyes as the apprentice lets the branch bob up and down beneath her.
There is a moment of silence and then (W/p)paw continues to scale her way up the tree, silently brushing past leaves.
Mousefur watches as the apprentice disappears. When Mousefur sees her again, there is a large squirrel clasped in her jaws.
(W/p)paw drops down from the tree, her eyes bright with pride as she buries the squirrel at the base of the tree.
"Good job, (W/p)paw," Mousefur murmurs, moving over to unbury the large squirrel and taking it in her jaws to follow after her apprentice.
. . .
"How did she do?" Bluestar asks Mousefur.
Mousefur sets down the squirrel and dips her head to her leader. "She did well," Mousefur replies. "There was a squirrel in a tree above her, so she scaled up the tree to fetch it. If I had waited a little longer, I doubt I would have been able to carry all her prey back."
There is a moment's pause, and Mousefur and Bluestar fix their gaze on the gorse tunnel as it shivers, and Dustpaw and Sandpaw pad through the tunnel after (W/p)paw, helping their fellow apprentice bring in all her fresh-kill.
(W/p)paw drags her rabbit over to the fresh-kill pile.
"(W/p)paw!" Bluestar calls and Sandpaw looks excitedly at her older friend.
"Good luck!" Sandpaw meows, nuzzling her friend.
(W/p)paw purrs, returning the nuzzle before she trots over to Bluestar and Mousefur, dipping her head respectfully.
Bluestar watches the youngest she-cat carefully, as though (W/p)paw was being tested one last time.
(W/p) meets her leader's gaze curiously, her head tilted slightly to the side. As the silence stretches, (W/p)paw shuffles her paws, looking down at them, flicking her ears, and then she looks back up.
"You did well," Bluestar tells the apprentice, and (W/p)paw lets out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Bluestar!" (W/p)paw purrs.
"We'll have the ceremony at sundown," Bluestar meows, looking amused as (W/p)paw's paws knead the ground in excitement. "You may go," Bluestar purrs bemusedly.
Goldenflower looks at her daughter as (W/p)paw dashes excitedly over to her, skidding to a halt. The queen purrs proudly, taking a step further to nuzzle (W/p)paw. "I'm so proud of you!" Goldenflower meows, her eyes twinkling.
(W/p)paw purrs, brushing her muzzle against her mother's.
"Hi, (W/p)paw!" comes a familiar voice.
Goldenflower purrs, a knowing look in her eyes. "See you later, my dear," she meows, padding off towards the nursery.
"How did your assessment go?" Runningwind asks, sitting down beside the younger she-cat.
"Good!" (W/p)paw says, looking at the warrior beside her. "Bluestar said that my ceremony would be at sundown!"
"Congratulations!" Runningwind purrs, his green eyes sparkling happily. "I knew you'd do wonderfully."
(W/p)paw's pelt feels warm all of a sudden, and she licks her chest fur, her fluffy tail curling neatly around her paws.
Mousefur pads over a moment later, greeting her younger brother with an affectionate flick of her tail. "I'm impressed with you, (W/p)paw," Mousefur begins.
Runningwind departs from the two she-cats; he casts (W/p)paw an affectionate glance that the apprentice didn't catch.
"Thank you, Mousefur," (W/p)paw meows, but then her (E/c) gaze clouds.
"What is it?" Mousefur asks, seeing the change in her apprentice's eyes.
"I'm going to miss training with you," (W/p)paw murmurs, and Mousefur softens.
"We can go hunting and patrol together all the time," Mousefur promises.
"Okay," (W/p)paw meows.
. . .
The clearing was buzzing with excitement later that day, though (W/p)paw hadn't noticed as Bluestar had ordered her to take a long nap so she'd be awake for her vigil.
Goldenflower squeezes into the Apprentices' Den to wake her daughter. The queen rasps her tongue over (W/p)paw's soft ears.
(W/p)paw blinks open her eyes, gazing sleepily at her mother. Then, a blaze of excitement takes over her, and she gets to her paws.
"Look at you," Goldenflower murmurs, licking (W/p)paw's cheek. "My little kit is becoming a warrior."
(W/p)paw purrs lazily as Goldenflower grooms her.
Mousefur pokes her head into the den. "It's time," Mousefur tells the two.
Goldenflower nuzzles her daughter one last time before she leaves the den, (W/p)paw right behind.
"Don't be nervous," Mousefur murmurs in (W/p)paw's ear.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" Bluestar yowls.
The cats gather in the clearing, murmuring excitedly.
"Today, I will be performing one of my favorite acts as a leader," Bluestar meows. "Today, we will be making a new warrior."
Mousefur leads (W/p)paw through the crowd of cats sitting in the clearing.
The apprentice dips her head to her leader.
"I Bluestar, leader of Thunderclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her onto you as a warrior in her turn. (W/p)paw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do," (W/p)paw replies firmly, her eyes blazing with determination.
Bluestar jumps down to stand in front of the apprentice.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. (W/p)paw, from this moment you will be known as (W/p)spark. StarClan honors your intellect, determination, and your strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan."
Bluestar rests her muzzle atop (W/p)spark's head, and (W/p)spark licks her shoulder respectfully.
"(W/p)spark! (W/p)spark! (W/p)spark!" The ThunderClan cats call.
"I am proud to call you my warrior," Bluestar murmurs, and (W/p)spark looks down at her leader, amazement in her eyes.
Some of the warriors come up to congratulate the new warrior.
"Would you like to eat together?" Runningwind murmurs in the (P/c) she-cat's ear.
(W/p)spark looks at Runningwind. "Sure," she meows, and Runningwind brightens.
"O-okay!" Runningwind purrs, trotting off towards the fresh-kill pile.
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Cats sometimes bring rats or bugs for "gift" to their hoomans.. So Pearl brings Lu a rat proudly and he terrifies. Is it okay for a request?
Here it is!
"Lu'? I'm home!"
"Finally!" A voice answered from the kitchen. "I was starting to worry…!"
Mundy removed his shoes and his coat before going to his lover in the kitchen.
"What's cookin'?" He asked, and a smile appeared on his lips, only because the sight of his lover brought peace to him. Lucien was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a dark blue pair of trousers. He had an apron laced around his thin waist.
"Not even a hello or a 'how are you' ? I am starting to think that you prefer the food over me." Lucien joked as he was busy stirring something in a saucepan. Mundy came behind him and gently kissed his cheek from behind as he hugged him. “Here, taste this for me please.” Lucien raised the wooden spoon to his own lips first to gently blow on it before moving it to Mundy’s pouting lips.
"Well, what can I say? Not only it tastes amazin’, but it also smells bloody good." Mundy rested his chin on Lucien's shoulder as he watched him cook, his arms still laced around the thin waist he loved.
"The food or me?"
"Stop actin' jealous… I'm talkin' about both." Mundy added a few more kisses down Lucien's neck and the Frenchman started laughing. "You ticklish, jealous, gorgeous doll of a man…"
Lucien put the wooden spoon he was holding aside and turned to Mundy, splaying his hands on his chest. He was smiling wide, looking up to the reason his heart was beating so fast.
"How was work today?"
"Not too bad…" The tall Aussie bent down to kiss his lover's lips. "But I'm happy to be back home. Been missin' you."
"So have I. Do you mind laying the table, please? The soup will be ready any minute now."
"Sure." They exchanged a smile and Mundy got to work, coming and going from the kitchen to the living-room and vice versa. "Oh, let me put more water for Pearl."
Mundy noticed that the cat's water bowl was empty. He took it off of the floor and filled it again.
"Meow!"
The fluffy white feline entered the kitchen and trotted to Mundy. When she reached him, she stood on her back legs, meowing and asking for attention.
"Hey, baby… Here, more water for you."
"Meow!"
"Yeah, I know, c'mere…" Mundy crouched down to carry her in his arms. "Been missin' Dad, eh?" He scratched her and kissed her, standing back up.
"Meow…!" Perle leaned on his shoulder and purred, half-closing her deep blue eyes.
"Yeah, I know, baby, I know. Did she have dinner already?" He asked Lucien.
"Oui, she did." Lucien answered as he served the soup in two bowls.
"Alright, want a treat then?" Mundy went to a cupboard and opened it before his hand dived in a jar.
"Meow…" Perle raised her head as she recognised the melody that usually preceded a treat.
"Here, baby cat." He put it in front of her mouth and she gladly ate it. "Yeah, good girl, good baby." Mundy kissed her.
"Dinner is ready, mon amour."
[My love]
"Oh, Dad's dinner's ready. You go and be a good girl, yeah?" Mundy crouched down and released her. Perle trotted straight to the French window and politely sat down. That was her way of asking to open it. "Wanna go in the garden? Sure, here…" Mundy slid the French window open and the white cloud slithered out.
“You may leave the window open, a bit of fresh air will not hurt.” Lucien said.
“Sure, luv’. Let me take the bowls…” Mundy took them and moved to the living room where he found his lover serving water and wine before sitting down.
“Here, some bread, mon amour.”
[my love]
“Thanks, Lu’. So, what’ve you been up to while I was away?”
The discussion went on as the soup slowly evaporated from their bowls. It wasn’t very cold anymore, winter was gone and spring was well established. Mundy wished it could come faster. He preferred the hot and scorching sun rather than the blue, ice cold weather of winter. Now that he thought about it, he liked ice blue only in one thing, namely, the colour of his lover’s eyes.
“I went to shop for some groceries at the market.” Lucien went on.
“Did you take Pearl with you?”
“Oui, this time she wanted to come along. She behaved very well and managed to resist the urge to jump on the sardines when she saw them.”
“That’s progress I guess.” Mundy chuckled.
“Indeed. So as a reward, I bought her some and fried them for her with a bit of cumin and paprika. She loved it.”
“You don’t need to cook for the kitty, we’re giving her food, and the expensive stuff at that.”
“But wouldn’t you be bored of canned food? It is nice to bring a bit of diversity to her. Besides, she absolutely loved it. I might do it more often.”
“Hold on, you said you bought some fish at the market, right?”
“Oui.”
“Did that fisherman sheila say anythin’ to you again?”
“She might have.” Lucien cocked a smug eyebrow.
“I knew it… Next time, I’ll go with you and if I have to kiss you then and there for her to stop flirtin’ with you, I bloody will!”
“Ooh, how the tables have turned. Back in the kitchen I was the jealous one, but listen to you now, hm?”
“I’m not jealous, she just needs to get it in that thick skull of hers that you’re taken, and that’s that.”
Lucien chuckled and slid his foot under the table closer to Mundy’s, gently brushing his leg against his.
“I love seeing you jealous like this…” The Frenchman admitted with a lovestruck, lazy grin.
“Yeah, well. I get people, they see you and you’re gorgeous. Nice suit, handsome face and beautiful body too. But they gotta understand that you’re not for takin’. I got my hands on you and I’m not ready to let you go.”
“Neither am I.” Lucien answered. “Go and get a change to be more comfy if you want. I will deal with the dishes.”
“You sure?”
“Oui, go ahead.”
“Might as well take a shower too if that’s ok?”
“Take your time, mon chéri.”
[my darling]
Lucien stood up and started collecting the empty dishes on the table when Mundy pulled him away from his waist to hold him close and kiss him.
“I’ll be quick, you behave for me, yeah?” Mundy held his chin between his fingers.
“Anything for you, Mundy.” Lucien’s eyes crossed on the Aussie’s lips. They stretched in a smile. The tall man added a quick peck to his lover’s brow and left him.
Lucien exhaled in a long and longing sigh when his lover disappeared up the stairs before turning to the table and resuming what he was doing.
Upstairs, Mundy went to the bathroom and started stripping naked as he started the shower. He was standing in nothing but his boxer shorts when he heard a loud and high pitched scream coming from downstairs. Without a second thought and leaving the shower still flowing, Mundy spun on his heels and darted back downstairs.
“What’s wrong? Lu’?!”
When Mundy made it in the living-room again, he found Lucien standing up on a chair and leaping to get higher up on the table.
“What is it?!” The Aussie exclaimed, seeing his lover hunched and scared.
“It’s Perle!”
“What’s wrong with her?” Mundy got closer to the lady cat who was standing at the chair’s foot.
“She has a mouse in her mouth!” Lucien yelled, terrified.
“Oh…” Mundy started chuckling. “C’mere, show Dad what you got, yeah?”
Perle turned to Mundy and trotted to him before releasing the dead rodent on the floor. Mundy crouched down and petted her head, scratching her repeatedly.
“Are you not scared?”
“Nah, it’s dead, it’s not gonna run to you, come down, Lu’.”
“Why did she go and get a mouse?!”
“It’s a gift.” Mundy answered.
“A gift?!” Lucien exclaimed.
“Yeah, c’mere, pretty girl, yeah, you did great… Look at Papa…” Mundy chuckled more. “You got him scared, eh?”
“Meow…” Perle’s answer was rolled on her purr.
“Yeah, he doesn’t really like mice. Next time bring him some flowers, yeah?”
“Meow.”
“A gift...?” Lucien repeated as he landed from the table to the chair and finally the ground.
“Yeah, I guess she was happy ‘cause you cooked her the sardines. She just wanted to say thanks.” Mundy stood back up.
“Mon Dieu…” He put a hand on his mouth.
“C’mere…” Lucien approached and took a comically long detour around the dead mouse on the floor. Mundy laced an arm around his lover when he finally arrived against him. “I didn’t know you were scared of mice.”
“They are dirty and carry diseases.” Lucien buried his head deeper in Mundy’s bare, hairy chest.
“You shouldn’t have reacted like that to Pearl. Poor baby didn’t understand why you were scared shitless when she brought you a gift.”
“Well, it is a mouse, Mundy, not a bouquet of roses…”
Mundy chuckled.
“Oh c’mon. You gotta say thanks.”
“Do I? Won’t that encourage her to bring me more dead rodents?”
“It might, but a gift’s a gift. And she went out of her way to hunt down something especially for you. You have to thank her, darl’.”
“Fine…” Lucien crouched down and Perle naturally came to him. He scratched her and heard her purr. “Merci, mon bébé. I am sorry I reacted this way. Now I know that you meant to offer something.”
[Thank you, my baby]
“Meow…”
"Oui, mon bébé. Papa is sorry…” Perle stood on her back paws and Lucien carried her in his arms as he stood back up. “Is there any way I can make it up to her?”
“What about some fish?” Mundy asked and Perle’s head swooshed to him.
“Meow?”
“Yeah, what if Dad cooked some more fish for you, yeah?”
“Non.” Lucien answered.
“What?”
“I cook the fish, you get rid of the dead mouse... Non, Mundy! What are you doing?! Don’t touch it with your hands! What if it bears the plague?!”
“Oh you sissy, it’s just a mouse…” Mundy picked it up from its tail and went to the French window before throwing it far in the garden. He came back and washed his hands thoroughly. “There, Princess Lu’ can breathe normally now, the mouse is out.”
“Are you sure it will not come back?” Lucien skittishly peeked his head in the kitchen where Mundy was wiping his hands. He held Perle in his arms dearly, like a child does a Teddy bear to bring some comfort.
“Meow!” Perle’s pupils blew wide when she saw Dad open the big white box of cold food and take the fish out of it. “Meow…!”
“Lu’, it was dead. Now unless Medic’s out there experimentin’ on it behind our backs, I don’t think it will come back, nah.”
“You are sure it was dead and not pretending?” Lucien insisted.
“Oh, Lu’!” Mundy stopped what he was doing dead and Lucien hunched his back.
“What?” He whispered, looking everywhere around him.
“Listen! I think I heard the mouse’s Dead Ringer…” Mundy said before bursting into laughter.
“Mundy…!”
Lucien crouched to free Perle and-
“Oh, what was that for?” Mundy put a hand on his shoulder where Lucien had gently punched him.
“Mocking my Dead Ringer. It was a very precious tool!”
“Oh, come on… Oh-ho, are you that scared?” Lucien had slid to Mundy’s arms and was clinging to his naked skin, sandwiched between the kitchen top and his lover.
“Do not mock me, not only does it carry diseases but it was dead and disgustingly decomposing, ew!” Lucien pulled his nose and winced.
Mundy chuckled and laced an arm around him.
“Right, stay here stuck to me like a snail while I make the kitty her fish.”
“Meow…” Perle had jumped on the counter and raised her paw to the plate of fresh sardines.
“Perle, non, don’t touch it.” Lucien said.
She brought her paw closer to the fish.
“Pearl…” Mundy added, and the lady cat removed her paw. She sat down and licked her chops repeatedly.
“She listens to you better than she does me.”
“Well, like her Papa…” Mundy started. “She likes authority sometimes.” He put a pan on the stove and started the fire before adding a drizzle of olive oil in it.
Lucien blushed when he raised his eyes and saw Mundy winking at him.
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explorers of arvus: heading back / 3.11.21
zoom and enhonse
LAST TIME ON ARVUS taure passed out and we are now down a healer! also we met a disciple of halvkar, and surprisingly did not murder her. this is fine. we have instantly gotten distracted by our various carts. cats. our various cats
DID ANY OF US CATCH TAURE, SHE FELL OVER sieron tried to catch her and smacked charlie+thorne in the face (he rolled a nat1, f) BUT the catboy is to the rescue bc silje is the designated Not Incompetent of the group today
CONSULT THE CHILD hewwo yrel yrel: her mind is being consumed by the serpent of nightmares. :D charlie: HELLO?????//
so, dendar(?) the night serpent is imprisoned beneath arvus! she was formed from the nightmares of the first sentient being, and sometimes she eats people's nightmares. if she's exceptionally hungry, she'll force nightmares onto people for her to feed off their fear. yrel thinks taure will Probably wake up. there's a thing on arvus mentioned by the locals called a "sleeping sickness" where people will fall asleep for a few days, sometimes longer, but will wake up. its magical in cause, the people afflicted by it have horrific nightmares, and its just kinda. a thing. wowza
(i have gone back to spelling yrel's name as yrel bc i think it looks nice)
OH HEY SOMEONE POSTED A THEORY ON ONE OF MY STICKMOLUS ANIMATIONS man i should get back to stickmolus sometime. once dsmp releases its awful grip on me.
i keep getting distracted by seeing myself in the camera preview. i have a tooth gap! what the fuck its cute?? K I KNOW WE'RE SUPER BLURRY IN FRONT RN BUT PLEASE HELP ME STAY FOCUSED I SWEAR -leo
we're gonna build a sled! to put taure on. thorne: i have a good strength score. ....i say, out loud charlie: i am four feet tall. [cue argument between thorne & sieron about them both being horcs but sieron has a +0 bc strength is his dump stat] OH, OKAY, THORNE ROLLED A NAT20 TO CARRY TAURE. NICE
[discussion about what to tell everyone at camp vengenace] thorne: the last thing we need to do is a witch hunt charlie: --and we already hunted the witch! the witch has been hunted.
time to discuss strategy! we need to figure out how to head back to camp vengeance, eg if we want to follow the path we already took or if we wanna do some trailblazing. looks like we're gonna try and take the most direct path! which means we'll prolly risk tangoing with some undead but im willing to risk it TINY HUT STAIRCASE sorry i just remember it now and then
nyx: [meowing at his cats] thorne: uh... why is silje meowing? jorb: silje's food bowl is empty jorb: you look at silje's food bowl and there's a divot in the middle and the food is all on the sides emotionally, we must bully the catboy silje saw something interesting and started meowing
thorne: ill take first watch silje: ill also take first watch. charlie: [quietly] gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy (but, like, extended for 15 seconds)
silje: [takes watch] [rolls a nat1 and gets distracted by looking at his crush]
THORNE HAS LOCATED A DOG the dog does not give a shit about the tiny hut. THE DOG HAS PEED ON THE TINY HUT goodbye dog
EVERYONE IS ROLLING AT LEAST 1 NAT1 thorne: wow! that sure is a dog. thorne has drawn the worst possible dog. thorne has erased the worst possible dog. we dont speak of the worst possible dog its the dog version of honse. DONSE
sieron is now on watch! MAN we are havin trouble rolling today. at least kali's here to make sure sieron doesnt stare at a rock for 50000 years sieron sees a mouse! bottom text
charlie is now on watch! kali is havin a big ol thonk. nothing meaningful has come of this
i am perceiving some deer. sieron is not perceiving some deer. silje is perceiving some deer, but better the deer are fucked up and undead! silje has gone from "we should hunt these deer for food" to "we should hunt these deer for sport"
charlie: i do not feel like being jumped by five thousand skeletons
charlie takes first watch with sieron! WHY ARE OUR ROLLS SO TERRIBLE taure is super cursed right now. that's not very pog charlie: this place sucks. thorne: to be fair, we havent-- charlie: YOU'RE ASLEEP, SHUT UP
oh hey coolname galvanic finally partied. nice.
thorne is at watch! solar: hey, is leomund's tiny hut an orb? there's a critter digging around! AH, THE CRITTER IS UNDEAD. this could be a problem
solar: hey michael, how much does the horrific sin against god dog i drew look like this creature michael: [dice roll noises] about 50%.
michael: if anyone likes, they can make a nature check-- solar: ME MEMEMEMEME ME ME ME
its a bulette! aka a land shark. problem: they are not normally undead. this one is undead.
jorb: imagine if you could tame one of those and use it as a mount. leo: IT WOULD JUST DIG UNDERGROUND AND LEAVE YOU THERE
we are just calling it a weird dog
we're going to mail a letter to the heart of arvus. HEY, CHECK OUT THIS WEIRD DOG,
JORB FOUND ART OF A BABY BULETTE. WEIRD PUPPY!
solar: hey guys, check out this sick art of a bulette i found
silje kept a lookout for the weird dog but its just fucked off. goodbye, weird dog give it up for day 3!
man there's been like, three incinerations today in blaseball. what's up with that. I SWEAR IM MOSTLY PAYING ATTENTION its just been an eventful day in blaseball. also im wearing my garages bomber rn. jaylen is home wooOOOO the wind smells stinky. this is fine.
we're actively avoiding whatever combat michael keeps nudging at us bc we're carrying around an unconscious person and i SWEAR hes gonna throw something directly at us once he's done with our shenanigans
UHH MICHAEL ASKING FOR PASSIVE PERCEPTION LOL
huh. this place used to be inhabited? we're in the woods rn but there's some like, stone ruins? like, VERY ruins. like, not really any structures standing, but enough evidence to show there Were things. WE FOUND A STATUE charlie: i want to smash my face against the lore.
used to be a circle of standing stones, but most of em fell over or got overgrown. inside of the circle has been cleared, although v roughly-- ground's torn up statue is of fjolnir! warrior holding up a spear and shield. AH, THERE ARE CORPSES, a human got REAL fucked up here. one of the corpses is straight up impaled on fjolnir's spear. n ... not pog.
i am trying so, so hard to pay attention. but i also kinda wanna take a nap.
charlie: [stares at statue] [rolls a 4] i wonder if he had a dick.
okay so something rolled in, tore up the overgrowth inside the circle, and murdered a couple dudes. and was also super tall and human-adjacent. hrm.
oh my god why are we rolling so shit today. time to stealth away and hope we dont get casually dismembered
k: jorb's hair is so long... leo: K, PLEASE,
time for a break! i am very tired but im gonan see if i can push through a little further. nyx is petting his cat why do orangatangs look like that
first watch is thorne and sieron! have they even, like, talked thorne unhabby ): thorne's worried we were tresspassing when checking out the statue, meanwhile im thinking about that one time when sieron got bit by a groundhog
(oh my god this is from late 2018)
leomund's tiny hut, aka the anti-sea bear circle we are getting SO much mileage out of the tiny hut. SILJE HUMS A SONG WITH KALI cute........... FINALLY I HAVE ROLLED ABOVE A 14 wait no i rolled a 16 twice. anyway we are not dead
nearly at camp vengenace! boy howdy i hope camp vengeance didnt get burned down. AH FUCK TAURE IS UNCONSCIOUS SO WE CANT CAST FOR DETECT POISON kaepora nearly made us all shit ourselves but its okay he just saw some bison and thought it was cool Michael Is Consulting Several Tables
WHY DOES JORB'S CAMERA ZOOM LIKE THAT why am i hungry. i have so many questions
HEY, TALL GUY [smacks sieron]
camp vengeance looks better! like, nobody's Obviously Sick anymore, the medical tents arent overfilled, we did it! we saved the dayyyyyy time to report to ryder! taure's getting dropped off at the medical tent
man remember when charlie didnt wear pants
oh man, with taure unconscious charlie is now taking point with social interaction. wild. jk im making jorb do it bc im tired HAHA NAT 20 PERSUASION BC OF ME HELPIN SIERON man ryder is such a cock. he was totally ready to keep throwing troops at heaven's brazier to die until we managed to persuade him out of it. jorb: did we tell ryder about the vision? michael: you kinda just took a look at him and went STINKY BOY!
okay yeah anything that dies on arvus will just pop back up as undead. man, arvus sucks.
ryder: alright, dismissed. charlie: seeya, soldier boy! :D hahahahaha im gonna eat his knees.
SILJE NEEDS ENRICHMENT IN HIS ENCLOSURE
charlie: ive decided he sucks. silje: we've already arrived to that, you're late!
LMAO WE WALKED IN ON INGRID AND HER CRUSH they fuckin. nice. you go, you funky lesbian
jorb: we've got the tiny hut, we could go anywhere leo: we could go to SPACE! nyx: we could not go to space. leo: WITH A TINY HUT STAIRCASE, WE CAN,
we are 320 miles away from the spaceship that exists on arvus. nice.
michael: justin sees you-- roll a strength saving throw. leo: i cant wait to die! [rolls a 3] I AM CRUSHED BY MY DOG michael: he rolled a nat20.
BOSS ENCOUNTER: CHARLIE'S DOG (the small circle next to him is one of the medical tents.)
THORNE IS PACT OF THE GUN solar: PARRY THIS, YOU FUCKING CASUAL
sieron, to ingrid: seems like youve been doing well charlie: i punch sieron. sieron: sieron: the camp, of course.
man we have no idea if the heart of arvus is actually related to the prophecy or not. theres a Lot of stuff lining up, but not enough, and its hard to say how much of it couldve been literal?
solar & michael: [discussing exposition] me: [cracking up bc penn sent me a funny dsmp joke]
prophecies are weird.
charlie is just s she is just sitting here SILJE PLAYED CARDS REALLY GOOD AT ME nyx rolled a nat20 and took all my money
oh cool we can talk to yrel telepathically! time to hoist yrel. THIS IS SO SCUFFED thorne mentioned yrel and now we're trying to explain to ingrid that we have a magic talking snake charlie: I WANT TO GO HOME. thorne: we cant go, we have a GOD-KING to kill! "i think theyre insane, theyre talking to a snake" "ingrid, druids exist" "oh. im gonna go back to getting railed by my 7 foot tall girlfriend"
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*day 1: beyond the hazy fog*
The thick fog enveloped the berk forest preserve. It was the hazy tone of fog, where you can't really see much beyond it. Only lights that got distorted and moved like spaghetti and smells to find home were thrown about in the thick fog you could smell or see. Sound wasn't much an improvement either, no, the sounds were thrown away and never reached its intended audience from the origin. All of which made the fog difficult to maneuver around in. Especially at dusk. This is where hikers Astrid Hofferson and Hiccup Haddock found themselves late one night heading back for the head. Normally Stormfly's excellent canine mouse could find the trail, but since the fog was so thick and smells never really found the noise right, her nose wasn't much help. Neither were the couple's flashlights.
The black cat riding on Hiccup's shoulders meowed in agony. He wasn't keen on coming in the first place. The three legged cat had made that clear the whole way up the mountain and back before the fog set in and the animal was even more depressed. His name was Toothless for reasons only Hiccup knows. Both cat and hiker experienced matching wounds in both legs needing amputation when Hiccup was younger.
“You sure this was the right way?” Hiccup asked, taking a peek at his girlfriend's map. “You do know what they say about getting lost in flightmare's fog.”
“Just because my uncle Finn got killed hiking this same mountain with the same fog doesn't mean that the Hofferson's will continue down the same path!” Astrid snapped back. “And no I didn't forget about your mom's disappearance in the same mountain and fog either!” She jabbed a finger at her boyfriend when he made to protest.
“That is why they call it Disappearing mountain!” Hiccup pointed back. “Don't understand why they didn't call it Demise Of People With The Last Name Beginning With H mountain.” He tapped his chin.
“That's because it was too long,”
“Yeah but it would make so much more sense!” Hiccup moved in front of her walking backwards, she stopped. “Like, boom! There I go……!” And he disappeared through the fog.
“Haha, very funny! Come back Hiccup,” She turned back to her map. When he didn't return for a few minutes, she glanced up again. More worried. “HICCUP?!” She called out. When she got no response back, Stormfly whined. She walked forward, calling out his name a few more times. When she stepped on a branch, a figure dashed in front of her. She squeaked and looked at the bush the thing dashed into. “Ok Hiccup, quit without the games now.” She moved the bush away only to be met with a red head ghost. Definitely not her skinny auburn haired boyfriend. “Well it is Halloween, what else should I expect?” She mumbled. The ghost was wearing a crown and it looked to be a smaller redhead boy with an infinite amount of freckles on his pale ghost body. His clothes looked like a Vikings clothes, which wasn't surprising since Berk was a viking village long ago.
“You said my name, but I wasn't playing a game,” He said in an echoey voice.
“W-what?” She looked up in surprise. “No, I was looking for my boyfriend, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Fourth!”
“There's a fourth one?” The ghost coked his head in confusion.
“You know the other three?” Astrid pointed at him.
“Well I know the third one very well, the first and second not so well. But I get to interact with them around here every so often,” The ghost Hiccup waved his hand in a thinking manner. “Because I am that third one.”
“Oh…OH!” Astrid stepped back in surprise. “Could you help me find the fourth one? You seem to know this mountain.”
“Yeah, sure,” The ghost moved forward. “Why not?” He waved his hand to follow him and the two tracked through the forest.
Soon they came upon two other Hiccups. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the First and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Second.
“Oh! Hello Hiccup three!” Hiccup one called out. “How did you acquire a lady? Much less a living.”
“She's got a boyfriend and we are helping find him!” Hiccup three jabbed a finger in the air. “Oh, Hiccup two, your sword hole is opening up again!”
“Aww!” Hiccup two smushed his body back together. “I swear this happens every year on this day!”
“It's Halloween dude, the veil is thinner meaning your body looks more like it did when you died,” Astrid said as they moved away from the maces and talons game the two Hiccups were playing.
“So what's Hiccup four look like?” Hiccup one and two asked at the same time.
“Tall, skinny, auburn hair, green eyes, has a cat on his shoulder,” Astrid summed him up. “And when he talks he goes like this,” Astrid moved her shoulders around. “And sounds like a dying goose.”
“Oh, him?” Hiccup one asked. “Yeah I saw him fall down a pit when I scared the life out of him!” The three Hiccups laughed like it happens all the time.
“You what now?” Astrid got up in the ghost's pale face.
“He's not dead don't worry, but he may still be in that pit,” Hiccup one split away from the group in favor of a new direction.
Astrid took after the ghost as he led her to a pit where an unconscious Hiccup was. A certain cat named Toothless meowing loudly.
“Oh, there he is!” Astrid chirped as if her boyfriend finding him unconscious was a normal thing. ...
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Secret Santa Present
Title: A Steamy Getaway
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Suitor: Masamune
To: @wingardium-letmefuckyou
From: @kawaiimelody90
Rating: E (smut)
Masamune fans unite! Merry Christmas! Hope you like the fic! : )
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Snowflakes piled on roof of the ryokan. Masamune wrapped his arm around Mai’s shoulders as they stepped through the fresh snow. The newlyweds beamed in anticipation of the steamy onsen and, more importantly, precious alone time that the leader of Oshu could spare away from his unending list of duties. Mai snuggled closer to him, her husband’s warmth more appealing than the promise of a luxurious bath.
“Excited, kitten?” Masamune pressed his cheek against hers.
“Yes,” said Mai, her eyelashes twinkling with fallen flakes. “I get you to myself for three whole days.”
“I’m sorry that I was so busy right up until the wedding,” he said gently.
“It’s okay,” she said as an attendant opened the sliding door and welcomed them to the ryokan. “I just wish you would let me help you more.”
The brown-haired warlord squeezed her hand and pressed it to his chest. Mai felt his heart flutter underneath her palm.
“You help me every single day even more than you realize,” he smiled.
Mai stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him, and the Tiger of Oshu chuckled against her lips.
“We’d better check in then,” his blue eye drifted over her hungrily.
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After taking a not-so-restful rest in their room, Masamune and Mai enjoyed the generous amount of food that the staff had brought to their table in the dining area. Mai maneuvered a sashimi slice between her lips, the bright pink of the salmon matching the flower-patterned yukata supplied by the ryokan. Masamune wore a similar yukata that was sapphire blue rather than pink.
He watched Mai’s cheeks flush with delight rather than paying attention to his own plate. He was so transfixed with his bride that he shuddered in surprise when someone tapped his shoulder.
“Might I intrude on the honeymooners?” Mitsuhide grinned widely at the Oshu leader’s reaction.
“Mitsuhide!” Mai said brightly. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I decided to take care of some business while I was up north for your wedding,” the white-haired warlord settled next to Masamune. “I’m just staying here overnight before I head back towards Azuchi.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were here to entertain yourself by teasing my kitten,” Masamune eyed him with amused suspicion.
“I wouldn’t do such a thing,” the mirth in his yellow eyes informed the couple that he meant the opposite of his words. “I plan on going straight to bed after dinner.”
“Sure,” Masamune said, not at all convinced.
“Have you tried the onsen yet?” asked Mai.
“Not yet,” said Mitsuhide. “I have to check which time men can enter the baths.”
“Have I missed the onsen time for ladies?” the long-haired brunette frowned.
“We’ll have to ask the front desk,” said Masamune.
“Don’t trouble yourselves,” Mitsuhide scooped some rice into a bowl of broth. “I’m going to ask anyway, so I can let you know.”
Masamune wrinkled his nose in aversion at the man’s eating habits. Mitsuhide grinned before downing the bowl in two gulps.
“Thanks, Mitsuhide,” said Mai.
The lithe man returned to his feet. “I am always happy to be of service.”
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Later in the evening, the wooden floor creaked as Mai shuffled through the corridor. When she turned a corner, she collided with Mitsuhide.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She smiled apologetically.
“Hello, little mouse,” Mitsuhide smirked. “Looking for someone?”
“I was trying to find Masamune,” Mai said.
“I just ran into him, as a matter of fact,” the warlord grinned. “He returned to your room, because I told him it was the ladies’ turn in the baths.”
“Oh, I see!” the cheerful young woman clasped her hands together. “Then, I should go into the onsen while I have a chance.”
“Of course,” Mitsuhide’s eyes flickered with humor. “Enjoy your bath.”
Mai turned around the opposite way, and Mitsuhide stifled a laugh with his palm.
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The steam drifting from the spacious onsen already warmed Mai’s skin as she dropped her towel and stepped into the clear water. Nobody else was in the bath. Mai secured a loose hair back into the bun on the top of her head and released a pleasured breath at the water’s heat.
The water sloshed as she searched for a place to sit. She navigated to the underwater seats along the sides of the bath. Instead of a bench, her eyes widened as she lowered herself onto someone’s thighs.
“Hello, kitten,” a husky voice purred into her ear.
Mai was conflicted between delight and dismay to find herself in Masamune’s lap.
“What are you doing here?” she whirled around to face his eager expression.
She shivered excitedly as her husband wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her firmly against his chest.
“Men get the onsen in the evening,” the one-eyed warlord explained.
“B-but Mitsuhide said that it was the women’s turn,” Mai flushed. “I should leave, shouldn’t I?”
“Stay here, kitten,” Masamune kissed her forehead. “I don’t think there are many guests here right now anyway.”
“I can’t believe I fell for Mitsuhide’s trick,” she grimaced.
Masamune chuckled softly. “We’ll have to make the best of the situation.”
He kissed her, and she melted into the caress.
“Mmm,” Mai’s eyes glazed over with pleasure. “W-we shouldn’t …”
“It’s just a kiss,” he smirked.
“It’s never just a kiss with you,” she chided playfully.
“Only because you can never get enough of this,” the warlord slipped his tongue between her lips, and Mai found no further protests.
Her hands glided down the familiar pattern of battle scars on his chest. His wet skin glistened under the soft lantern lights. They kissed again and again until Masamune’s breaths were her sole focus.
Masamune’s fingers navigated the space between Mai’s parted thighs, and she sighed against his kiss swollen lips. His hardened shaft brushed against her bottom, and she reached back to stroke it. His breathy moan tickled her chin.
“The things you do to me, kitten,” Masamune grinned. “I have half a mind to take you right here. What do you say?”
Mai chewed her bottom lip at the tempting prospect. She parted both her legs and lips to answer him when the sliding door opened.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Mitsuhide’s voice glided through the space.
Mai froze against Masamune’s chest as the other warlord peered around the corner.
“Of course you’re interrupting,” Masamune reproached.
“And you tricked me into coming in here!” Mai narrowed her eyes at the white-haired warlord. "You lied about Masamune returning to the room!”
“My trick seems to have benefited you,” Mitsuhide smirked. “Unfortunately, some other guests are on their way to take a bath, so I figured I should warn you.”
“What?” Mai covered her chest self-consciously.
“I’ll get your robe,” the water sloshed as Masamune treaded to the stairs.
Mai paused for a moment to admire her husband’s muscular form as he stepped out of the bath. Mitsuhide chuckled at Mai’s expression as her eyes followed Masamune’s toned backside.
Masamune held Mai’s discarded yukata above the stairs, and Mai hurriedly stepped into it. She had barely wrapped it around her body when the door opened again.
“Why is there a woman in here?” Yukimura gaped at Mai.
Shingen entered behind his protegee, the fabric of his yukata straining at his broad shoulders.
“Now Yuki,” Shingen smiled. “We’ve been blessed by a visit from a water goddess.”
“What’s even worse is that it’s that temptress that took Azuchi Castle by storm,” Yukimura watched her suspiciously. “And now she has set her sights on Oshu!”
“Indeed, she has,” Masamune said affectionately.
“Temptress?” Mai crossed her arms.
“Don’t cast any of your enchantments on me!” Yukimura kept his eyes on the floor.
“I think that’s our cue to return to our room,” the one-eyed warlord placed a hand on the small of his wife’s back and led her between Shingen and Yukimura.
“What a shame,” a mournful expression in Shingen’s eyes. “Having a lady present would’ve livened up a dull evening.”
“Shingen!” Yukimura reprimanded.
“Have a good night, lovebirds,” Mitsuhide waved after them.
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The thin fabric clung to their damp bodies as the couple headed in the direction of their quarters. When their door was in sight, Masamune gathered Mai in his arms to carry her the rest of the way. Mai shivered from the warmth of his chest and the heat of his breath on her ear.
“You’re trembling, kitten,” said Masamune. “Are you cold?”
“I’m not cold,” said Mai. “I’m almost too hot.”
“Me too,” the warlord grinned as he opened the door and carried her into the room.
The staff had already set out their sleeping mat, and Masamune lowered his wife onto the bedding. She gazed at him with unmasked desire in her eyes. Masamune slipped his robe from his shoulders, his own need making him unable to focus on anything but her.
Mai parted her yukata, urgently displaying herself. Masamune leaned over her, licking a stray drop of water from her breasts.
“Please,” she whispered. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Hopefully Mitsuhide isn’t about to burst through the door again,” the one-eyed warlord chuckled.
Mai gripped his hair and insistently pressed her tongue between his lips. Her legs wrapped around his bare torso, and Mai whined into his mouth when Masamune shifted his hips forward.
“That sounded a little like a meow,” he teased as he filled her. “Let’s see what other sounds my kitten will make tonight.”
She silenced him with another kiss, her grip on his hair now painfully tight, and he rutted into her with deep, steady strokes.
The distant chatter of other ryokan guests gallivanting through the halls did not even reach the couple’s ears. Their hearts hammered against each other as the bliss of their lovemaking brought them to a breathless peak.
“Mmm,” Mai met his unfocused gaze. “I feel so …”
“I know, kitten,” Masamune grunted. “Come for me.”
“Masa!” She shuddered in his grasp.
His climax swiftly followed, and he captured her lips once more as he filled her with his essence.
An afterglow tingled their limbs as Masamune shifted to rest his head on her shoulder.
“I’m glad in a way that Mitsuhide sent you into the onsen,” Masamune smiled against her sweat-tinged flesh.
Mai flicked the tip of his nose. “Are you really letting that trickster off so easily?”
“Well, I didn’t say that,” his blue eye flickered dangerously. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy seeing my kitten all wet and worked up.”
She aligned her chin with the top of his head and closed her eyes. “Just promise me you’ll give him a scolding at breakfast tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry,” he grinned. “I know how to look after my kitten.”
“You sure do,” Mai exhaled sleepily.
Masamune pressed his lips against her chest once more before he drifted into a blissful sleep.
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Five Creatures - Chapter Five
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Wolf fastened his teeth into Adderpaw’s scruff, yanking his head up to drag the smaller apprentice towards him. Adderpaw let out a squeak of pain and struggled underneath Wolf’s weight. Wolf locked his forepaws around Adderpaw’s shoulders to keep the other apprentice pinned to the dirt floor.
“That was perfect Wolf,” Harescar praised, signaling that the pretend fight was over.
Wolf released Adderpaw and stepped off of him, shaking the dirt from his own pelt. Adderpaw stood up, glaring slightly at Wolf and stalking off towards his own mentor. “Adderpaw can you tell me where you went wrong?” Honeyspeck asked gently.
“I let Wolf get ahold of me. I’m smaller than him so that means I’m faster. I should’ve been able to dodge his attacks,” Adderpaw grunted, his eyes locked on the floor.
“Yes, but once Wolf grabbed you you should’ve launched yourself upwards. It may cause slight damage to whatever part of you he was holding, but he would’ve been off of your back,” Harescar chimed in.
“I think that’s enough for today,” the she-cat meowed, running her tail along her apprentice's shoulder as she moved back towards camp.
Wolf followed after the warriors, staying behind them as he slowed to wait for Adderpaw. The tan apprentice dragged his paws as he followed, his tail low and in the dirt. “Hey, I thought you did amazing,” Wolf meowed.
“I was beaten by an apprentice who has less than a moon of training,” Adderpaw growled, although more to himself than at Wolf.
“In your defense, I’m a lot heavier than you. I’m almost the size of Lionblaze!” Wolf rebutted.
Adderpaw said nothing in return, stepping up his pace to catch up with the two mentors. Wolf stayed behind the group, observing them. He had been in ThunderClan for nearly a half-moon now and felt at ease among them and with the clan customs. His ears perked as he heard something rustling beside him. The apprentice unsheathed his claws and turned to face the threat.
A wave of relief crashed over him as Foxdust stepped out of the bushes. Wolf sighed and sheathed his claws, nodding at the warrior. “You seem tense,” Foxdust commented, dropping his mouse.
“I guess I don’t have everyone’s scent memorized just yet,” Wolf admitted, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Foxdust twitched his ear and nodded, picking up his mouse and directing Wolf to follow him back to camp. Wolf liked Foxdust. The warrior was always gentle with him, but also seemed to understand that Wolf wasn’t born in the clan and would, therefore, feel rather pent up and lonely as he got used to ThunderClan as a whole.
Badgerpaw said that Foxdust and Dogpelt had adopted Adderpaw when the kit was found by the pair near the lakebed, all alone with no scent attached. While Adderpaw was a kit, he was raised by the two toms, although he felt like an outsider himself during his first few moons in the camp. Wolf never would’ve guessed that Adderpaw wasn’t clan-born, as the apprentice seemed just as loyal to ThunderClan as any other warrior in the camp. But, Wolf had realized while Badgerpaw explained that this made sense as to why Foxdust was so considerate of his own feelings.
Foxdust and Wolf entered the camp together, with the warrior shooting the apprentice a warm look before heading off towards the fresh-kill pile. Wolf looked up, seeing the beginnings of a beautiful sunset as he walked over to the elders’ den.
The black tom entered the den, relishing in the warmth and security brought within it. “Hello youngster, how can I help you?” Bumblestripe asked, the pale tom looking over at Wolf.
“I’m here to clean out your den,” Wolf answered, already starting to scrape out all of Jayfeather’s old moss. “Jayfeather in the medicine den again?”
“He spends more time there than in here,” Bumblestripe chuckled, sitting up and moving out of the way so Wolf could clear out his nest as well.
“Tell me a story,” Wolf prompted, dragging his thick claws through all the moss he could.
Bumblestripe purred appreciatively, “Have you heard the one about the time a tree fell in the camp? When Firestar was still leader?”
Wolf shook his head and tuned in as he rolled the moss into a ball and placed outside the elders’ den. Luckily for him, a fresh batch of moss had been delivered to the elders’ den moments after he himself had entered it. Badgerpaw must’ve put it there.
“And so Longtail rushed into the camp to ensure that Mousefur wouldn’t!”
Wolf laid out the moss in the way he knew Jayfeather liked it before moving onto Bumblestripe’s nest.
“When the tree fell, Briarpaw and Longtail were still in the camp, but no one could see them!”
Wolf did the same procedure to Bumblestripe and Lionblaze’s nest, with the former elder nowhere to be seen. “Lionblaze lifted the tree off of Briarpaw, all by himself?” He asked, more engaged in the story.
“Oh yes! It was quite a sight to see. Lionblaze was one of the fiercest warriors back in his youth. No one and I mean no one wanted to get into a fight with him,” Bumblestripe laughed, sweeping his tail across the den as fond memories swept over him.
“When I’m a warrior, I’m going to be the most fierce one anyone has ever seen,” Wolf meowed briskly, “I want ThunderClan to know how thankful I am that you all took me in.”
“Well you’ve more than proven yourself to be a capable apprentice, I’m sure one day you’ll be recognized as one of the greats by even StarClan.”
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Wolf had the unfortunate pleasure of being on a dawn patrol the next morning. Stormcloud led the patrol, his broad shoulders making an easy marker for Wolf to follow in his half-asleep state. Also on the patrol were Mousepool and Harescar, the two siblings walking side-by-side.
The patrol approached the WindClan border in silence, each cat sniffing around to make sure that everything checked out. Wolf sniffed around a series of bushes and caught something strange filling his sense, “Hey Harescar, this isn’t a ThunderClan scent, right?”
His mentor was by his side in an instant, giving the bush a good smell and then growling, “No Wolf, that’s Smoketail. He’s a warrior of WindClan, arrogant and not so bright.”
Just as Stormcloud opened his mouth to speak, a WindClan patrol came up to the border. Wolf swallowed his fear the moment he saw Moosepaw with the WindClan warriors. “Is there a problem?” a gray tabby she-cat asked.
“You tell me Fernstripe, why is Smoketail’s scent on our territory?” Stormcloud asked, baring his teeth at the patrol.
“My scent is nowhere near your territory!” A lithe gray tom came up to the border, the black fur on his spine standing on end.
“Liar!” Mousepool spat, “I can smell it from days away.”
“My mentor would never lie,” Moosepaw unsheathed his claws.
Wolf looked to the WindClan patrol and back towards his own. He felt a sudden chill as the air got so tense, one could cut it with a claw. He copied his own mentor and unsheathed his claws as well, glaring at the WindClan cats.
“WindClan always stays on its side of the border,” another cat, a dark brown tom with no tail, snarled in retaliation.
“Stay out of this Spruceheart or you’re going to lose more than your tail,” Stormcloud threatened, stepping closer to the invisible line that marked the difference between WindClan and ThunderClan.
Wolf sucked in a breath and prepared himself for the first fight of his ThunderClan life. It felt like an explosion of tension as Smoketail launched himself at Stormcloud and the two went rolling. Harescar and Mousepool leaped over the border and attacked the other two warriors. That left Wolf facing Moosepaw. Moosepaw hesitated from the WindClan side of the border, his eyes full of fear as he looked at his former friend.
Wolf swelled with anger though, the sudden realization that he was ThunderClan and Moosepaw, well Moosepaw chose the wrong clan. Wolf rammed himself directly into Moosepaw, forgetting all about their old memories and happy times as he dug his claws deep into Moosepaw’s thick fur.
Moosepaw yowled in surprise and rolled over, crushing Wolf beneath him and managing to get a solid blow right onto Wolf’s skull. Wolf hissed and reared back, ducking under another one of Moosepaw’s attacks and digging his teeth directly into Moosepaw’s forearm. The ThunderClan apprentice pulled as hard as he could, getting Moosepaw off balance and allowing him to slice open the WindClan apprentice’s shoulder.
The brown tom backed away, blooding dripping from his new wound. Moosepaw shot Wolf a look of pure hatred and stood up, staggering towards the ThunderClan apprentice and slamming down. Wolf managed to leap away right before Moosepaw’s massive weight crashed into the ground. The world around Wolf blurred and blood roared in his ears. He was defending his territory and he would do so with his life.
Wolf spat and launched himself at Moosepaw. The two apprentices went rolling with each one digging their claws into one another. Wolf felt a blast of white-hot pain seer through his flank as Moosepaw dragged his hind claws across it. He fought against the instinct to pull away and bit down hard on Moosepaw’s ear. The WindClan apprentice yelped and pulled himself free from Wolf’s grip.
The two apprentices circled each other for a moment before they both reared up on their hind legs and crashed into each other. The two stayed standing up, their muzzles mere inches apart as each one fought to wrestle the other one to the ground. Wolf lashed his tail to keep his balance and pushed forward, catching Moosepaw off guard and sending him to the ground. Once Wolf had him down he dug his claws back into the shoulder wound and snapped his teeth into Moosepaw’s scruff.
Moosepaw flailed underneath Wolf, blood now pumping out of his shoulder. Only once Spruceheart knocked Wolf aside did the two apprentice’s realize that the warriors had already stopped fighting.
Wolf backed away from Moosepaw, watching Spruceheart and Smoketail help him to his paws, the latter taking most of the brown tom’s weight. Wolf looked at his own mentor, who’s face and eyes gave away nothing of how he was feeling.
“Stay off our territory,” Stormcloud spat, beckoning his patrol with his tail.
Wolf shot a final glance at Moosepaw and followed after his fellow warriors. Only once they were inside the safety of the trees did Harescar stop to look at Wolf. Wolf then noticed that Harescar was bleeding above his eye and Mousepool had a deep cut in her hind-leg. “You fought him on your hind-legs.”
Wolf paused, tilting his head, “Yes?”
“You could’ve killed him,” Stormcloud added, looking Wolf up and down.
“Moose, or uh Moosepaw and I both know how to do that. All five of us know how to do that,” Wolf responded, suddenly feeling very exposed.
“It’s a good battle tactic, but the two of you were out for blood. I’ve never seen such strength in any warrior, let alone someone less than twelve moons!” Harescar said, his voice high.
Wolf shrugged. It had been pure instinct. To defend his territory and his clan. “The rest of the world kinda just...Blurred. Like all that mattered was defeating the enemy.” He clawed at the dirt, avoiding anyone’s gaze.
Harescar flashed Stormcloud a look, but neither warrior said anything on the matter, “We should head back to camp and explain to Squirrelstar what happened.”
The rest nodded and followed after Stormcloud. Wolf fell to the back of the group, finally feeling his heartbeat settle back into a normal pace. Wolf looked up and a feeling of guilt swallowed him whole as he watched Mousepool limp her way back to camp. Next time, WindClan won’t be so lucky.
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