#lionblaze the slaughter

[hollowfl1ght]

TMA Au kitties,,,

[bonefall]

BB!Hallowflight

Dang, little dude was a breakout star of the Great Battle outline. Here he is!

[ID: Hollowflight from Warrior Cats, slightly renamed into a cat called 'Hallowflight.' He is a brown tabby with a soft, creamy belly that has gentle ginger gradients and amber eyes.]

Clanmew Name: Shahafyiooaw (Shahaf = Holy, Yiooaw = Flew like a swift or swallow. His official nickname is Shaw. SHahafyiooAW.)

Alignment: RiverClan

Relations: Rainstorm (father), Reedwhisker (mentor), Rushfish & Tanglepaw (siblings), Troutstream (bullied by), Lakeheart (mate), Harelight & Softpelt & Dappletuft (children)

See: Official BB!RiverClan Family Tree And: Dragonkin Family

Previously named Lizardtail, Hallowflight was a Dark Forest trainee who defected at the very end of the battle. He broke ranks when Tigerstar's plan pivoted to the slaughter of innocents, tearing across the territory at record speed, and swimming across the lake itself.

Though he collapsed when he finally fetched help, Mistystar was moved by his incredible display of heroism. While Wind and Thunder were punishing their trainees, regardless of if they had willingly defected or not, she was so awed that she felt it appropriate to bestow an Honor Title.

After OotS, he becomes a respected warrior of RiverClan, taking a place under his great-grandmother Sedgecreek and deceased uncle Rippletail. His honorable renaming solidifies his family as being quite renowned, but also, for having a fair amount of scandal.

More trivia below!

His parent Rainstorm and uncle Rippletail were the products of a HalfClan relationship between Swallowtail and Rainwhisker!

This situation was the breaking point between his great-grandmothers, Sedgecreek and Greenflower, and lead to Mistystar choosing Sedge as her deputy.

Rainstorm was part of the Po3 Apprentice Generation, and a casual friend of the Three. Particularly Lionblaze.

Rainstorm does not share where they got the kits from, invoking Queen's Rights adamantly.

Growing up, Lizardpaw had trouble with Troutpaw and Mossypaw because he was a 'meek minnow'. Always pushed around and had to rely on Rushpaw to save his butt.

The Dark Forest offered to show him how to be stronger than his bullies and he accepted, he was a naiive kid.

But he always had a good heart. Following Tigerstar through most of the battle was cowardice, he was afraid of what they'd do to him

When Hawkfrost attacked Tigerstar to stop him, Lizardtail took the chance to slip away unnoticed and run for help

After the Great Battle, he became close with Lakeheart, and eventually they had three kits together.

Dappletuft died in an attempt on the impostor's life, and was buried like a rogue. Softpelt died in the tyrant's defense. Harefur was exiled for supporting the rebels but returned when Ashfur's identity was revealed, and went into the Dark Forest to avenge his siblings.

Hallowflight is proud of his son and cheers the loudest at his Honor Title ceremony, but ever since then, Harelight has had his parents at paw's length.

He hasn't forgiven them for how they didn't fight for him to attend the funerals of either of his siblings, and just let Dappletuft get buried like a rogue.

IN TERMS OF DESIGN AND DECISIONS:

It's interesting that he's actually a direct descendant of Willowpelt through Rainwhisker. I'm planning to give her some funky teeth and Harelight was also getting a little overbite, so I decided to bridge the two with Hallowflight getting some odd fangs too.

I love his wiki sprite with that little orange gradient, so it's official in this design. I'm not sure where it comes from, maybe his secret mother.

His stripes are in 3s, one thin in the middle, bordered by two thicks.

I merged Lizardtail and Hollowflight, because I was committed to making Hollow survive the battle and Lizard is a convenient living background nobody with a canonical family I can use.

So all canonical roles Lizardtail is getting will be taken over by Hallowflight!

His Clanmew name is pretty interesting. It's straightforward as a translation, but Clanmew doesn't make a distinction between 'Healing' and 'Holiness.' So 'Shahaf' has a bit of a vibe of redemption in the original language, like he's healing from his mistakes.

The form of 'flight' that's being used is the one for the hurried, dashing movements of birds like martins, swallows, and swifts. They're birds that rarely stop flying, and swifts even drink while airborne! They do this by skimming the top of lakes and taking a big gulp of water. VERY cool animals.

So the 'flew like a swift' invokes the idea of him skimming the top of the lake and making a direct beeline to get redemption.

[notwarriorswiki]

Oh whoops, it was asked how everyone who died in the Great Battle, well, died. Here we go...

Brambleclaw is killed by Hawkfrost. He's helping Squirrelflight and Lionblaze carry Alderkit and Sparkkit to safety when Hawkfrost ambushes them. Dovewing sees this from across the forest with her power, and tells Hollyleaf to go and help them before Hawkfrost hurts someone. Caught off guard and more focused on defending his kits, Brambleclaw is struck a lethal blow by Hawkfrost. Hollyleaf makes it to her father, but it's too late to save him. Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and Squirrelflight watch tearfully as Brambleclaw dies, Alderkit and Sparkkit stunned and scared as their beloved dad dies right in front of their very eyes. From across the forest, Jayfeather feels a sharp stab in his chest, a sorrow overtaking him as he knows something terrible has just occurred, but does not know what... He doesn't get to find out until later.

Birchfall and Applefur end up cornered by the very cats who trained them in The Dark Forest. The two exchange words, thinking back to their days as kits on the journey, and how they were each other's best friend despite being separated by borders. With one last hurrah, the two fight back to back, fighting off an impressive amount of enemies before being sadly struck down.

Firestar goes in a similar way to the books. However as dead cats can't, well, die again, it's all about beating them back to buy time for Jayfeather's plan really. Tigerstar attacks the medicine cat who is no match for him, but is beat back by Firestar. The ThunderClan leader will do anything for his clan, but he's going to be unable to hold back even if he wanted to when it comes to his grandkits. Firestar ferociously fights Tigerstar to protect Jayfeather, buying enough time for Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, Squirrelflight, and the kits to reunite with them. While Firestar does manage to defeat Tigerstar's ghost, causing him to vanish for the time being until he reappears, Firestar is fatally wounded. Lionblaze hurriedly tries to get his body out of there and to safety where the other injured are, but it's too late. Firestar's last life slips away, and he names Hollyleaf his successor. He murmurs how he already sees Leafpool there... waiting for him...

Foxleap is technically an "offscreen death" in a written sense but he's killed by Mapleshade while fighting alongside Ambermoon, Berrynose, and Icecloud. His sister is devastated :(

Leafpool was initially told to stick to the safer areas and help the injured, but worried for her kin after Jayfeather doesn't return to her side, she leaves to go find him. In her haste she finds Dovewing and Sandstorm, pleading and asking if they've seen her son. However, Dovewing is able to help, scanning the forest with her power, and able to point Leafpool in the right direction - but not before telling her about what happened with Brambleclaw. Leafpool is horrified, and worried about her sister and her kits. With assurance Jayfeather is ok for now, Leafpool goes the opposite way to hopefully guide Squirrelflight and the rest to the safe hollows. The sisters do manage to reunite, Hollyleaf and Lionblaze relieved to see the she-cat is well. Still, she looks pretty tired, breathless even - though they don't overthink it. Leafpool knows just the way to go, and is instrumental in ensuring this isn't an absolute slaughter for Squirrelflight and her young. Everything is safe, and everything would be fine... until it wasn't. Along their path, Squirrelflight would notice the growing amount of blood on her paws, and realize... it was coming from Leafpool. All this time... it had been coming from Leafpool. She had been hurt on the way to see them, but has persevered and ignored it with her sole focus being to help and save them. Unfortunately it's too much for Leafpool, and the she-cat apologizes to her kin for not telling them. She's just... so happy they're safe... that Squirrelflight is alive... that Sparkkit and Alderkit are alive... that Hollyleaf and Lionblaze are alive... but please just... protect Jayfeather. She hadn't been able to... see Jayfeather... one last time. Leafpool succumbs to her wounds, Squirrelflight shrieking in horror after losing both her mate and sister back to back. She struggles to go on but... so soon after, Leafpool's spirit is right there, smiling at her. They still had much to do, and her dear sister couldn't stop and cry now. No, Squirrelflight was strong, and Leafpool knew she could lift her head up no matter how difficult things got... (I'll write that one-shot one day)

Mousefur dies fighting just as she always wanted to. She may be an elder but she goes down swinging. Longtail fights alongside her, because he's not dead at this point in the rewrite. In my rewrite it was Ferncloud who died to the falling tree helping Briarpaw, so Longtail fights with all he has - and survives.

Thornclaw also dies in the most fitting manner possible - in war, crossing borders, a grin on his face. He's a menace and goes down smiling. He did his best to protect Sorreltail, ensuring her that his brother Brackenfur won't be mourning her and the kits today - not on his watch.

Cedarheart is cornered by Tigerstar, pushed from the rocks and falling to his death. Tigerheart is horrified, having fought to push back his Dark Forest mentor to save his uncle, but it not being enough. In a rage, Tigerheart flings himself at Tigerstar, thrusting him off the ledge as well and down onto the ground, all the while keeping him at bay from reaching the Moonpool.

Oakfur is sadly killed by his own son, Redwillow. Ratscar is horrified when he finds his mate's body, and even more devastated when he learns their own son did this. Snowbird tries to convince her brother to run and get to safety, but Ratscar won't have that. He wants vengeance, and he's going to tear things apart to make sure the Dark Forest pays for tearing apart his family.

Redwillow is killed by Scorchfur. The once close friends strike at each other over and over, Redwillow's strikes certainly more powerful as Scorchfur has never been a good fighter. Redwillow readies to throw Scorchfur off the ledge and to his doom, just as his father Cedarheart was, but Scorchfur's sharp eye sees Redwillow's excitedly lashing tail and is able to snatch it in his mouth. Pulling Redwillow off balance, Scorchfur uses the brunt of his body to shove Redwillow off the edge instead, the tom plummeting to his death. Grief overwhelms the soft and reserved Scorchfur, who sits on the dark edge in silence, alone...

Shrewfoot is also killed by her brother Redwillow. She was killed first, and then came Oakfur. Their sister, Olivenose, managed to escape in horror, Ratscar not there when they were ambushed by their own kin :(

Volewhisper is an elder at this point, but he's eager to get some revenge when he hears Brokenstar is on the prowl. This old geezer comes out paws swinging, but he really can't do much at his frail age :( He can barely get a scratch on Brokenstar before the former ShadowClan leader tears his throat out. However, ShadowClan's apprentices surround Brokenstar, the beloved cat who told them stories of the forest having been killed. They were going to fight and make sure Brokenstar had a wall in his way. Overwhelmed by sheer numbers, Brokenstar is defeated by the teamwork of Ferretpaw, Stoatpaw, and Weaselpaw. They hope Volewhisper would be proud of them...

Weaselpaw later in the battle is killed by Maggottail, much to Pinenose's horror. She pleads for her baby to wake up, but unfortunately the new 6 moon old apprentice doesn't open his eyes :(

Boulderfur is a newly named warrior when the Great Battle happens. He's killed by Darkstripe and his siblings Furzepelt, Slightfoot, and Hootwhisker mourn him.

Onestar is killed in the Great Battle by Darktail, who actively seeks out his father in the chaos. He wants vengeance for Sol's death and wishes to still make The Kin a reality, honoring his adoptive father's dying wish. Harespring and Darktail fight, but Darktail overpowers Harespring, leaving him for dead. Harespring is helpless as Onestar is cornered by Darktail and has all of the rest of his lives ripped away over and over as Darktail repeatedly drowns him. Harespring is found by Kestrelflight, who tends to his wound, but Harespring blames himself for not being able to save his father.

Swallowtail freezes up in the battle when she sees Antpelt fighting for the Dark Forest. She's horrified and sad, not sure what to do. In her hesitation, she is struck down by Sparrowfeather of the Dark Forest.

Thistlebriar is better known as Thistlepaw (TNP) for her brief little encounter there. (Listen I needed more women for family tree stuff). She's the daughter of Tornear and Thrushwing, sister to Weaselfur, and mate of Whiskernose, their kits at the time being Crouchpaw and Oatpaw. She's killed by Brokenstar early in the battle.

Tornear dies seeking venegance for his daughter. Brokenstar beats him back, shredding the older tom up. He gave a good fight, but it wasn't enough.

Webfoot is an old thing at this point, but he's still got claws and fangs. Even for an elder he packs a mean bite, very much WindClan's Mousefur in spirit. He's ultimately killed by Houndleap, but he did not go down easy.

Dapplenose was killed helping her sister Lakeheart escape after looe branches fell and trapped her in the warriors den. As the two sisters work together, Dapplenose is ambushed by Rushtooth and Willowstar, Lakeheart horrified as all she can do is run away in horror, shame overwhelming her.

Mossyfoot is fighting alongside her brother, Hollowflight. She apologizes for how mean she was to him growing up and that she pushed him into such a dark place as to train in the Dark Forest. Hollowflight forgives his sister and they fight alongside each other, but Mossyfoot ends up slipping on the wet rocks, Deerfoot and Tangleburr able to take the opportunity to strike a fatal blow, much to Hollowflight's horror.

Otterheart is excellent at water combat, and her and Minnowtail are fending off much of their enemies with help from Mousewhisker of ThunderClan. Mapleshade joins the fray though and launches herself at Otterheart, the force of her massive body slamming Otterheart back into the ground and hitting her head against the rocks. Otterheart dies instantly :(

Pikekit is the youngest victim, the son of Perchwing and Pouncetail killed alongside his father as they tried to escape with their kits. Pouncetail tries to protect his son, but he too is killed, Perchwing sorrowfully escaping with Foxkit and Copperkit.

Pinefur fights bravely but is rushed by a number of Dark Forest warriors, who pile on top of her and tear her apart. Her kits Lizardtail, Shimmerpelt, Heronwing, Rushtail, and Duckstream mourn her (two different litters before you ask).

Voletooth is killed by Tigerstar when the tabby tom lumbers through the area. Voletooth's small size, no matter how hard he fought, was no match for Tigerstar's frame.

Birdwing is killed by Thistleclaw, but she manages to get in some good strikes, much to his dismay considering her background.

Mistfeather is killed by Darktail. He attempts to avenge his mate Honeytail, as well as his adoptive father Rockshade and mother Nutpetal, but Darktail easily defeats him and finishes him off.

Pebbleshine dies protecting Stormheart. Stormheart goes into labor during the Great Battle, Pebbleshine managing to fend off cats to help Stormheart escape. Due to the injuries she had sustained, Stormheart dies giving birth to Twigkit and Violetkit, having lost too much blood. Pebbleshine is too late to save her friend, but she will give her dying breath to save those kits. She manages to hide Twigkit and Violetkit in a safe enough spot that they go undiscovered until the battle is over, but unfortunately Pebbleshine too succumbs to her wounds. The worst part is though... the cat who finds them is the one cat they would never have wanted to find them... Darktail.

Petalnose is very much not a fighter and joined SkyClan to take care of her kits. She's so out of her element and part of her wanted to run - but her heart belongs to her clan and she'll fight with every fiber of her being. She is killed by Brokenstar :(

Rileypool is killed by Thistleclaw early in the battle, ambushed by the tom and unable to fight back.

Sharpclaw was killed by Darktail around the middle of the battle. While Darktail is looking for Onestar, Sharpclaw has a bone to pick with him. The two toms have a very bloody fight, one that leaves Darktail in... extrememly questionable shape, to the point Harespring is shocked he's standing when he does find them, and then even more shocked when Darktail beats the ever loving crap out of him in that very state. Sharpclaw fought hard, but Darktail... Darktail is something else.

[dalashas]

Warrior Cats as Magnus Archives Entities

The Magnus Archives is a horror podcast that I highly recommend. If anyone else loves this show AND loves warriors, please add to this with new cats or new takes!

Lionblaze = Slaughter. Easy!

Hollyleaf = Spiral? Her obsession with the rules feels like Jon's paranoia. She feels lied to, gaslit by thinking she was one thing and discovering she is another. She feels betrayed, and she also betrays her fam by revealing the truth. She also runs into a tunnel MAZE. Alternatively, she could be Eye because of her obsession with truth and knowing?

Jayfeather = Web. This guy manipulate the future. Could be Eye as well bc he read your mind but... idk. He also brought a cat back from the dead and has a big boy connection to Starclan so... End?

Sol = the Dark would make his name ironic, and he crushed Blackstar's dreams with an eclipse which is pretty Dark. But also, Web for being manipulative?

Mapleshade - the Hunt!

Dovewing = either Eye for seeing everything, or the Vast because of how overwhelming her massive viewpoint is- which I always imagined as a bird's eye view.

Fallen Leaves = the Buried. This guy drowned

That bug-eyed ghost with the stick = End

Ashfur = the Desolation. He wanted to destroy Squirrelflight as painfully as possible, and did part if it in a fire. Then he tried to destroy the afterlife. Pretty cut and dry to me

Scourge = alright this is a stretch perhaps but Stranger. He augmented himself with dog's claws, he has teeth in his collar giving him a freaky silhouette, his shadow alone terrified a dog- what did that dog see?? His made up clan name is a mockery of the real clans' nomenclature. He is like a boogeyman of the city that they're all afraid of as if he isn't just one little guy

[kodiakpup-blog]

In terms of The Magnus Archives

Hollyleaf feels like someone who wanted to serve the eye, but wasn't accepted no matter what she did

Only to then, by accident, become part of the hunt

Jayfeather serves the end while Lionblaze serves the slaughter. Both are full fledged avatars, while Hollyleaf was basically a normal dude experiencing the horrors

[overmorrowpine]

thank you @bisexual-fandom-trash for enabling me SO

- dovewing eye avatar/vast's prey, then later buried's prey. ever since she was a tiny kitten and her ears and eyes opened too early, the eye has always loved her (although that's not the right word for it). it sets a static-crackling hand on the nape of her neck and shows her riverclan in their camp, shadowclan patrolling, windclan on the moor. the whole of the forest is within her reach and she doesn't know how much she can see-hear-know until it's gone remember when she went on the beaver journey and was overwhelmed by anything? vast moment. and then her connection is severed and she feels deaf and blind (where the buried comes in.) also funny eye color joke goes here, or whatever

- lionblaze, slaughter avatar. remember when lionpaw killed russetfur without trying? yeah. the battle sings in his blood and extends through his claws and every movement he makes is echoed by hundreds, thousands of cats come before him. it protects him from the harm of others; it loves its beautiful perfect killing machine. when it breaks, he expects the power of it to rush through him and it doesn't. he nearly gets himself killed. battles suddenly taste like ashes instead of prey-blood.

- bluestar, spiral's prey. what with her psychotic break, it snapped her right up and released her into a maze inside her mind. it gnaws on her thoughts, chewing on them until she can't know what to trust. fireheart is her beacon. everything else is a mess of colors and uncertainty, and she is scared. in her last moments, the end chases the spiral away.

- sol, web avatar. this man is a Manipulator. enough said, really. he's got a bit of the dark in him, maybe? but i think i'm just reaching.

- ivypool, resistant slaughter avatar. she went to the dark forest, she worked on learning how to just her clanmates, but she shifted away. she's on the brink of it, she can feel its call, but it never quite takes hold of her.

- brightheart, hunt's prey. she was torn up by dogs on the hunt. she lost an eye and half her face. she survived, but she was never the same.

- nightstar, end's prey. a chronically ill old cat who has eight times less the lives he should? no wonder it killed him. all his life he's been dancing with it.

- hollyleaf, buried avatar. she spent like, a year in those tunnels. she knows them better than she knows herself. they're hers.

- fallen leaves, end-marked lonely...something. he's of the lonely, in any case. he's a ghost and has spent possibly centuries alone. he subsists on its power, on his connection to the lonely. he's got a bit of buried in him from the tunnels, but not a lot

- ashfur, desolation avatar. you can't look at that fire scene and tell me he's NOT an avatar of desolation. do it i dare you /j

- brokenstar, milder slaughter avatar, dark's prey. maker of child soldiers, murderer of his father, murderer of kittens to frame his healer. when he was blinded, though...

- tallstar, vast-marked. remember talltail's wanderlust? that's a sign of the vast. he loves the open moors like any windclan cat, but none of them have left, need for revenge or not.

ask me about my tma warrior cats au please

[benny-snecko]

Warrior Cats As Avatars From The Magnus Archives: the three and their sibs edition

I'm on mobile so sorry for the lack of read more :/

first: the three could totally be avatars in canon. i mean, their powers canonically don't come from starclan... 🤔

Jayfeather: The Eye. this cat gives off the biggest eye energy of anyone in the series that I can think of (he also gives off Jon energy but shhH). he can canonically sense others' emotions (!!) and visit other people's dreams (!!!!?!!!!) which is like, literally a canon archivist (eye) power. in conclusion: would make an excellent archivist.

Lionblaze: The Slaughter. come on, this dude's abilities are literally 'can fight really well' and 'invincible in battle.' if i remember right (its been a while since ive read po3) he also really likes fighting at first which is! avatarcore! they like doing their avatar things most of the time! in conclusion: grifter's bone's himbo bodyguard.

Dovewing: okay i struggled with her at first (thought maybe eye?) but then twitter helped me out and said The Vast. this actually makes a lot of sense because dovewing's powers let her hear the scope of the world always all the time. i also hc her as super short which is, vastcore. in conclusion: mike crew's normie cousin.

okay okay onto the sibs

Hollyleaf: hollyleaf wasn't born an avatar like her brothers, but she became one after the tunnel collapsed on her, where she technically died in this au (killing ashfur and stuff is what brushes her up against the entities) she's either an avatar of The Hunt or The Slaughter (i prefer hunt because, while i love hollyleaf, killing people over breaking the warrior code is something a cop/hunt avatar would do). hollyleaf doesn't figure out she's an avatar at all until she dies for real.

Ivypool: almost The Slaughter. ivypool was well on her way to becoming an avatar of the slaughter during her training with the dark forest, but when she broke away from them and became a spy, she managed to free herself mostly for the slaughter ( a lot like melanie ). shes still really slaughter touched, but if she died, she probably wouldn't come back as an avatar.

part 2

[sp1resong]

(almost) all of my warriors/tma au alignments/associations. these are just the ones i have so far.

this is only up to OOTS, everything after that is a surprise (:

FIRESTAR: The Hunt. idk he's boring i defaulted

BRAMBLESTAR: Also The Hunt. no real reasoning here, fuck that guy

SQUIRRELFLIGHT: If I had to give her one it'd be Eye or Desolation, but she's not an avatar. Not yet, at least... [stares intensely at squirrelflight's hope]

LEAFPOOL: Once again, not an avatar, mostly just traumatized, but if I had to give her one it'd be the Web. Probably a bit of Lonely in there too.

CROWFEATHER: The End. everyone he loves dies or is otherwise lost to him. also something something crows as an omen of death

ASHFUR: The Desolation. Do I really need to explain this one?

JAYFEATHER: The Eye. Ironic, given that he's blind, but... well. Look at his lore and tell me you don't see it (no pun intended). Sharp-Eyed Jay, and all that.

LIONBLAZE: The Slaughter. killing and violence

HOLLYLEAF: The Eye. Idk, this one was mostly just vibes. She forces a statement out of Ashfur before killing him.

FALLEN LEAVES: The Buried. no shit

ROCK: The Eye. I mean. My guy knows everything, but either can't or won't interfere, which is the most Eye shit.

SOL: The Spiral! He's actually the Distortion in this AU, which is fun. I've already made a ref for him, which can be found if you scroll a bit.

POPPYFROST: The Lonely. Her whole thing in TFA is changed from whatever it was in canon to her giving herself up to the Lonely. Marked by the End and the Eye because of that time she practically fucking died but Jayfeather dragged her back.

DOVEWING: The Eye. yeah

IVYPOOL: The Hunt. Her name is changed to Ivyfang here. Also mostly a vibes thing, but I like it

HAWKFROST: The Web. manipulation go brrr

BLOSSOMFALL: The Corruption. vibes mostly

TIGERSTAR: The Hunt. Do I really need to explain?

MAGGOTTAIL: The Corruption. disgusting little worm man

SNOWTUFT: The Lonely. vibes + his rewrite character

MAPLESHADE: The Desolation (most clearly evidenced with Crookedstar), although she does have a more water-y aesthetic than the usual fire one.

GOOSEFEATHER: The Eye, leaning into The End and The Extinction. what else

BREEZEPELT: The Desolation. he's just angry

ANTPELT: The Spiral. not really any reasoning i just thought it could be fun. also spiral of ants go brrr

[mallowstep]

Question. What are your thoughts on Dovewing emotions when Lionblaze (HER MENTOR) attempts (and nearly orders) his Thunderclan patrol to slaughter her son (her medicine cat son) in Shadowclan camp? And how do you think she would have reacted had she her his "I should have killed--" comment?

i'll answer this in a fic one day <3

[cringedog]

Guys jayfeather is beholding aligned and lionblaze is slaughter aligned what’s hollyleaf

[bewilderbark]

reading omen of the stars as of late here are my thoughts:

- people treat dovewing/paw so dirty in fandom but i love her very much and am delighted to see characters actually get overwhelmed by having the weight of the world pinned on them. i love dovepaw and no she is not spoiled or a brat shes the equivalent of a 12 year old being told she's carrying the lives of 100+ people on her shoulders. vs lion jay and holly who learned about the prophecy much later

- hawkfrost and tigerstars manipulation of ivypaw is actually written not horribly and is pretty understandable? i think it could be better namely with the fact ivy is able to ask multiple cats who lived in tigerstars era about him lol. also think ivy could have had a little more guilt about the battle with ShadowClan but tbh the environment of the dark forest makes her attitude towards it a lil more understandable

- HATE HATE HATE the dovetiger romance subplot with my WHOLE HEART. it is creepy. it is gross. it would have been 100x better if it was written as a friendship because that is how it reads tbh. Friends goofin off after going on a road trip and nearly dying and shit. I hate the erins obsession with making warriors and apprentices fall in love 😟 its weird please stop?

- firestars a lil ooc but its ok hes a background character rn ❤️

- the chapters in lionblaze's POV are soo incredibly boring. His characterization doesn't exist at all and a lot of it is him flip flopping back and forth between personalities like the erins cant figure him out either? Lion's just written like a weird gary stu who's angry for no reason all the time. Also the weird Cinderheart "we can't be mates bcs youre more important than me and im worthless and have no destiny" plot is weird and out of place like girl u was possessed for an arc? That chapter w the fox fight as a whole was written badly? Cinderhearts a girlboss and that thought is very out of character imo

- I want to tie up StarClan Yellowfang in a bag and just wiggle her a bit. I don't like her. The erins slaughtered her characterization so bad? Like ah yes, grouchy but loving and caring Yellowfang whoms affections went beyond borders and she cared for her friends and family in SC despite living in Thunder... wants the other clans to... die? And doesn't care about them? 🧐

Anyways I am reading Sign of the Moon now and it is looking like a filler book 👍 Can't wait to see the gross tropes they use w the tribe in this one

[malkumtend]

7 Nights (and what comes after) - A Breezepelt fic.

The first night, Breezepelt knew he was asleep, so he passed her off as a dream. He knew he was asleep because he hadn’t remembered walking into the moors at night. Certainly not far enough that he was this close to the Thunderclan border. Not close enough that their stench made him retch.

Despite his perception that he was asleep, he still felt how cold the night was. Underneath a gleaming moon, there was no air rustling his fur, but deep in his bones, it was freezing. Freezing enough to sting.

He turned and found her on the border. Emerald eyes burning into him. She looked as young as the last time he’d seen her, but there was something about her, something pale and wispy, that made her appear like something out of an ancient legend. When moonlight struck her pelt, tiny spirals of light flickered from each strand of fur, sprinkling the air with a glittering obscurity.

She never spoke. She just stared. Patient. Daring.

But she was just a dream. So Breezepelt glared back and turned away. He wouldn’t be threatened by fantasy. He left her waiting, so far until she was just two green orbs winking in the ebony mist. He didn’t feel his pulse rising, and his face contorting into a scowl. He just left her.

She knew he would come back.

...

The second night, she was still there. Still not speaking, still just sat there. Her tail lay flat in the freezing grass, but Breezepelt could have sworn it was beckoning him to come closer.

Breezepelt growled, teeth chattering and breath steaming. His fur now felt like it was buried in ice. He still didn’t know how he’d got there; he could now remember falling asleep beside Heathertail and their daughters.

How many cats dreamt the same thing twice?

He felt an anger he’d promised himself to suppress burning in his jaws. He wanted to sprint over and swipe away the vision with his ever-digging claws. He glared still at the figure, baring his teeth in a warning snarl.

She didn’t move a whisker. Her stare was now regrettably unnerving.

It made Breezepelt’s head hurt and his throat go dry.

He growled again with audible fury before he left her again.

This time he ran.

...

When he saw her again the next night, Breezepelt knew these weren’t ordinary dreams.

He gave in, standing a tree-length away from the dark figure.

“What is this?” He demanded, sucking in air through his teeth. Even though his fur still laid unmoved, he could feel the wind striking his entire body.

The green-eyed molly cocked her head to the side. Unlike the last time he had seen her, there was no blood gushing from her throat. “From how you reacted before, I assumed you’d decided it was a dream.” Her voice was smooth, but still carried the cockiness he remembered from their apprentice days.

It still made his claws unsheathe.

“It is a dream!” Breezepelt hissed. “But why are they of you? Why would I ever dream of you? Are you the one causing this?!” He took a small step towards her, his yellow eyes blazing.

She shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not.” There was a remarkable lack of anything in her tone. It was like they were nothing but strangers. “Why do you think I’m here?”

The Windclan tom narrowed his eyes. “To terrorise me?”

“That’s pretty presumptuous.” She seemed to pierce through him and into him simultaneously. “Why would I do that? Do you deserve to be terrorised?”

The chill that raked across Breezpelt’s spine was not because of the wind.

Breezepelt flashed his fangs at her viciously. “Are you trying to make me mad? Just because you’re a dream, it doesn’t mean I won’t tear you apart!” He arched his shoulder up as he got into a threatening stance, his fur spiked with violent intent.

She blinked slowly at him. In the crisp rays of moonlight, Breezepelt could just about make out the placid line of her mouth. “If I’m a dream, it doesn’t matter what you do to me.” She mused in a thin voice, “So why don’t you come over here?”

Breezepelt stiffened as the coldness began to enclose around him. His fur quivered as he could sense the night’s darkness crawling across him like a pitch-black tongue. He wondered if she could sense why he didn’t want to approach her.

“E-Exactly! I don’t need to because you’re just a stupid dream! A whole bunch of nothing!” He spat at her, mustering a familiar hostility he had abandoned for moons. But now, it rested back on his shoulder like a snake bracing to strike.

It was something she had seen him wear like a second coat of fur.

Her stare responded, glaring mockingly at him. Fearlessly waiting.

The tom’s expression twisted, he suddenly felt like he was being choked. It awoke something. He needed to get away.

“I don’t have to waste my time with you!” Breezepelt snarled, turning on his haunches and raking the grass as he left her again. “Don’t come back here! If I see you again, I’ll make you pay!” He hoped he wouldn’t need to keep that promise.

He didn’t see it, but he felt it. The molly moved. Her tail curling, amused.

“It’s good to see you’re the same as always.”

There was no venom in the way she said that, but it still made Breezepelt start running again. Now carrying an expression of pure horror.

…

He stormed up to her on the fourth night. Now she was within a tail’s distance and Breezepelt could see her clearly. Her black fur still sparkled under the stars, augmenting her presence in the stormy night.

If it wasn’t for the moon, Breezepelt was sure that he wouldn’t be able to make out the moors anymore.

But the increasing darkness wasn’t what was on Breezepelt’s mind.

“I’m not like back then!” He declared. His heart pounded and there was a strange hissing sound in his ears. She smiled. It was a fake smile, but she smiled, dripping with scorn.

“Could have fooled me.” In the flickering green of her eyes and the dry aura of her voice, there was life. Life beating from a force made up of stars and hope that Breezepelt had once refused to believe in. Life that was beyond death.

“It was moons ago!” Breezepelt pressed, still clinging onto his nerves with an escalating irritation. “I’ve proved myself to my Clan since then! Your own brother has stuck up for me and told the clans he wants to forget what happened!”

She twisted her head in a movement that flowed with the rolling of her eyes. “Yes, and my other brother wanted to let you die until our father convinced him otherwise.”

Our. That made Breezepelt feel so much more sick than it should have.

He was sure she knew that.

Breezepelt cringed, the picture of Crowfeather begging for his life was so strange it could have been seen as unnatural. He also felt the sting of debt. It had been Jayfeather who had gifted Windclan the life saving medicine. It had been Jayfeather who had saved Breezepelt’s life.

It had been Jayfeather that Breezepelt had almost killed. Wanted to kill.

“Can you see it? What you did?”

Breezepelt thrust his head up, rapidly breathing as he saw an air of smugness surround the celestial cat. Her fur began to slither in the breeze, stoic to the chill, but vindicated by his own self-slaughtering thoughts.

A creeping horror embedded itself into Breezepelt’s spine. How could she tell what he was… No. Of course she knew his thoughts, she was part of them after all. A shade of his own making. The tom took a step forward to show he wasn’t going to cower.

“I made up for that long ago! I was young and I made some terrible mistakes, that doesn’t mean-”

She started to laugh.

Her eyes still joined with his, a grin snapped across her muzzle, before blooming open as she laughed straight at him.

He’d heard her laughter before, once, but never like this. Then it had been mischief and arrogance. Now it was crude and mocking.

It rattled along the air, falling on Breezepelt like icicles. He could have sworn the horrible sound echoed over the hills but never travelled too far away. Her laughter was a storm, and Breezepelt was the eye.

“A mistake?” She threw her head back, one emerald eye glinting like a dog’s tooth. Her laughter morphed into something crooked, like she was spitting out death berries. “Is that what you tell yourself?” She sneered; disgust ripe on her tongue.

Breezepelt glared at her.

“You always were terrible at lying.”

“My clan has forgiven me.” Breezepelt said slowly.

She whipped her head to the side. “Good for you. I suppose that means it never happened, right?”

“Lionblaze said that he-”

“Lionblaze would be dead if you’d had your way.” Now, the revulsion was stark and terrible on her face. Inside those burning green orbs, Breezepelt saw nothing but hatred.

It wasn’t something unfamiliar to him. It was something he thought he had escaped.

It still made his blood turn cold. Even if it was from her instead of his own clan.

But was that entirely fair. It was the same look he’d given her corpse.

“Oh, so you pick now of all times to think of that?” She scoffed. The starlight shimmering strands of her fur moved as if the stars were mocking him with the parody of disgusted laughter.

Breezepelt stiffened. “W-What do you want?” He descended his voice into a growl as his stammer overwhelmed him with a humiliated indignation.

“To see that look on your face.”

Breezepelt turned his face away and fled once more. He was still panting for breath and his chest still ached from exhaustion and fear when Heathertail nudged him awake.

…

“What do you want me to say?”

He kept the same distance as the previous night. Tonight, she was remarkably still. “Nothing that you want to hear.”

His tail lashed and his yellow glare burned. “Just tell me!” He shouted, groaning as the echo throbbed around the darkness of the moors. He hissed a breath that immediately fogged in the air, so thick it may have blocked her image for a moment.

“How about why?” She said disdainfully.

“Why?”

“Did I stutter?”

Breezepelt’s snarl churned from the smoking anger in his stomach. That was what she wanted? She already knew why? Every cat in the forest knew what he had done!  He’d had moons of distrusting glares and cautious whispers from his own clanmates to be reminded every wretched day of the mistakes he’d made.

Was that her goal? To make him grovel. To make him squirm. She was mouse-brained if she thought he was still weak enough to do that. He’d had a lifetime of living out of his own shadow; what was a few minutes more?

“Fine! I messed up! Is that what you want to hear?” He shouted, taking a step closer to those unblinking, judging eyes. “I was young and I felt that no one around me, not even my own parents, believed in me. Can you blame me for being happy for once that a group of cats believed I was strong? That I meant something!”

She blinked, and Breezepelt continued before she could open her mouth again.

“I trained in the Dark Forest to become strong, and they told me that I was. Obviously I was wrong to join them in the Great Battle but I didn’t think I had a choice! You, your siblings, Thunderclan, Windclan, my own father! After all that had happened between us, why would I ever believe any of you when you said that I was fighting for the wrong side? The Dark Forest said they trusted me, and Crowfeather-” Breezepelt grunted, trying to keep his claws sheathed. “Crowfeather was on your side instead of mine. Like he always was.” He hid the softness that suddenly overtook him with a low growl afterwards.

He hated thinking of those times for many reasons. The rejection he saw in his father, the way that the forest had trusted a trio of half-clan cats over a cat like him who had pushed himself every day to be the Warrior they would respect, the way that he had lost everything in that battle and continued to suffer for it for moons.

But most of all, he hated remembering how it was all for nothing.

Inhaling deeply, he calmed his tone. “I was wrong, okay?” He looked up to her eyes, hoping his form radiated composure rather than submission. “I’ve admitted that. I’ve been forgiven for it. Those times were another moon, can’t I be allowed to move past them if they’re something I regret?” He asked her bitterly.

He didn’t know what he expected from her. If he was honest he hoped she would be satisfied enough with his answer to leave him alone. He was growing sick of the chill and the darkness and spending his nights thinking about a cat he didn’t care to remember.

Her head cocked, and she frowned. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

Now, Breezepelt was furious. He’d told her about what he’d done, he’d been open with her, he’d admitted that it was wrong! “Then stop wasting my time and tell me what you want?” He screamed, the pounding in his head just made him angrier. He leapt forward until her emerald stare was glinting off his fangs. “Why what?”

Her tongue traced over her teeth and she took a dismissive moment to clean her paw. “Why should anyone forgive you?”

By Starclan, he hated that smug look in her eyes. He wet the inside of his drying mouth, it didn’t help much as the cold air somehow drained away any moistness, leaving him dry and bare. “I said I regretted what I did.”

“So what?”

“What do you mean, ‘so what’?” He demanded. “It’s not like I didn’t suffer to! I had to work for moons to regain my clan’s trust.”

“I wonder why.”

Breezepelt clenched his teeth. “No cat would even look at me! They wanted me dead!”

“I am dead.” She said bluntly.

“That’s not my fault!” Breezepelt yelled, his paw crashing down resentfully. She didn’t even blink. He also hated how much this cat looked like him. The same dark flat fur. The same strong legs. The same lean body. The same glare that could penetrate stone. They were a picture of the other and he hated that so much! He always had!

Temporarily, his neck fur trembled.

She felt it.

“Okay then.” She mused, her head turning to the side. “So, you regret it, right?”

“I just said that.”

Her gaze changed – darkened. “So that means you regret what happened to me?”

“What?!” Breezepelt drew back, actually offended. His paws felt heavier than normal. “I wasn’t the one who killed you! That was Hawkfrost!”

Her eyes closed and a low groan left her. A groan of utter disgust. “Still the same mouse-brain.” Scorn seemed to spark around her. “I’m not asking if you killed me or not, I’m aware of who it was, I’m asking if you regret that it happened.”

“But why should I regret something I didn’t do?” He had regrets. He regretted betraying his clan, he regretted disappointing his mother, he even regretted not listening to his mouse-brained father from time to time. But he wasn’t the one that opened her throat, he hadn’t stooped to that.

A momentarily wry look painted her features, one fang loomed judgingly over her lip. “Fine. I’ll spell it out for you then.” She groused, “Are you glad it happened?”

Breezepelt froze. A sudden pain came to his side.

A motionless moment passed. She spoke again.

“Or rather, are you still glad that it happened?”

Like a rapid blast of nightmares, the great battle carved its way back into his mind. Breezepelt’s blood chilled as her words cleared like the sun over the river. He was there again. Soaked in blood, but grinning. His claws buried into Lionblaze’s chest, one paw raised to land the killing blow he had dreamt about for so long.

Then, with an unrelenting clarity, he saw the horror twist on his half-brother’s face. Puzzled, he turned his head swiftly.

And there she was again. Underneath the glistening paws of Tigerstar’s son. Limp, lifeless. The crimson seeping from her throat to cover the dark grass.

Breezepelt felt it all again.

The shock electrifying his muscles.

The satisfaction and relief flowing through his blood.

He was back in his dream once more. And there she was. Life and mystery and knowledge tracing around her like an ever-expanding celestial orbit.

She was patiently waiting for his answer.

“Of course I’m not.” Why did he sound so quiet?

She hummed, knowing the truth. “What about Jayfeather?”

The blind cat, scratched, beaten, bloody. Under his mercy.

“Yes.” That was true. He did! “I regret it!”

“Poppyfrost?”

The pregnant cat whimpering and shivering by the moonpool, fearing for her life and the lives inside her as she watched a Warrior tear apart a medicine cat.

“I already said it!” He yowled at her, the anger was growing high and distorted. Turning into something else that made the Windclan tom convulse and tremble. “I regret it all!” How many times did he have to say it until it was true?

She looked up, examining the dark sky as if she could see a plethora of stars.

“I suppose that’s what you’re sticking too.” She sighed, her mind already made up. “But honestly, what does it matter?”

Breezepelt lunged forward, his nose was now a stroke from hers. He couldn’t stand this anymore! It wasn’t fair! He’d fought for his clan, day in and day out, to escape the kind of looks that she was torturing him with! “Why can’t you just get over it? I’m not the only cat that’s made some stupid choices in my life!” His mind sparked, “What about your ‘mother’? What about your real mother? They both made choices that ruined you as well as me! Why should they be forgiven over me? They did terrible things as well! Are they deserving of your ‘forgiveness’,” He spat the last word in a mocking imitation of her voice, “Over me? They paid for what they did as well as me! Why should I continue to suffer when cats like them are treated like they’re heroes now?”

He finished, fury, justification and pleasure leaking out of his breath. She was the guilty one, not him. She’d been the one to reveal their little secret after all. That was a funny way of showing how much she ‘forgave�� them. She had no cause to treat him like some kind of rogue!

He sneered, eagerly anticipating whatever retort she had planned.

She looked at him as if he were pathetic. “Because the mistakes they made, they did for the right reasons.”

Breezepelt’s sneer dropped. He became vaguely aware of the scent of carrion, faintly tainting the surrounding dark.

She shrugged; a small hint of her own regret twinkled in the emerald space of her eyes. “I didn’t see it myself for a long time, but it doesn’t change that it’s true.” She met his eyes again, undeterred and strong. “They did everything out of love and care, and maybe it wasn’t always right, but they never wanted to hurt anyone.”

With a translucent energy, she began to move. One foot forward. Breezepelt stepped back. “You on the other paw.” Her eyes dulled and now anger was beginning to flare.

Breezepelt was suddenly aware of his own fear.

“Everything you did, was to hurt, to cause pain, to ruin everyone you blamed and hated.” She left the Thunderclan border, entering Winclan territory. Breezepelt wasn’t about to bring this up. The more he backed away, the more she came forth.

“You made your choices because the only thing you ever cared about was yourself. And innocent cats, cats who you had never even met but were still more than you could ever be, were hurt because of it.”

She stopped. The deathly scent was growing in the air. Breezepelt’s entire body was stiff with terror he didn’t know he could bare. But for a split second, her look was almost pitying.

“And maybe I understand you. Because I blamed other cats for my problems for a long time as well.” She said softly, “I did some terrible things to, things I didn’t think I could make up for.” She let this linger for a long moment, long enough that Breezepelt had the nerve to relax.

She stripped that away with another piercing, star filled stare. “But I paid for it. Because I was wrong, and I fought to make up for it. Because my loyalty to my clan never left me.” Her head arched back, narrowing her stare at him. “Can you say the same?”

Breezepelt was silent. Not because he wanted to be, but because he had to be.

She dipped her gaze, hissing with enmity. “Well, maybe you can.” She looked up again, hard. Staring right at…

No.

She was staring at something behind him.

Breezepelt’s pupils shrank, and the scent of death and rot grabbed his senses with a pulsing familiarity. His stomach turned cold and dark as he remembered it. Absolute, petrifying panic tore into him like the sting of claws and talons.

As he turned, her voice, calm and casual, yet somehow condoling, rose up and disappeared.

“If your loyalty still lies with them.”

Breezepelt turned.

The moors of Windclan, of home, were not there.

A thick entangled mess of wood and shadows ripped up until they were severing the stars. A red mist dawned everywhere he looked, only penetrated by the army of dead trees and white, cold eyes that winked with dark invitation. The whispery voices lulled over him, begging or demanding him to come home.

The tom turned to run, but the border, she, was gone. He was in the middle of the red mist, the dead, forgotten earth sinking around him. The eyes closed in and the voices descended on him like falcons.

Breezepelt was still screaming when he woke up.

…

“I’m sorry!”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am! I swear!”

“You’re scared, that’s all.”

“Of course, I’m scared! You can’t tell me that I belong there! I’ve done everything I can, I’ve never betrayed Windclan again! You have to believe me! I know what I did was terrible, but I promise you that I’m sorry for what I did!”

“They all say the same thing when they see that.”

“W-What are you talking about?”

“Whenever a cat like you learns that’s what’s on its way. They always start mewling about how sorry they are. But Starclan have a way of knowing if it’s the truth or not.”

“It is the truth! I’ll say it a thousand times if I have to!”

“You mouse-brain. It doesn’t matter what you say! You can say anything, but it’s what you do that’s going to matter!”

“What else can I do?! I’ll live by Windclan until the day I die, I’ll regret what I did every day, I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to the cats I hurt! I’ll do anything to prove it to you!”

“It’s not me you need to prove it to.”

“To prove it to Starclan then! I’m sorry! I swear on my life, I am so so sorry for what I did and I know that it doesn’t change anything about who I hurt or what I tried to do! But please! I’ll do anything you say I need to, just tell me what I need to do!"

“…”

“…please…”

“I think what you did was evil.”

“…”

“You regret it?”

“I do!”

“Then make up for it for the rest of your life.”

She turned away from him and disappeared back into the clouds of stars and light.

…

On the seventh night she was not there.

Breezepelt called, screamed, begged for Hollyleaf to return. He did it until he was awake again, his tears still wet on his fur.

He never dreamt of the border again. He was left on his own choices.

[bonefall]

I know we’ve learned a lot about Blossomfall but can you tell me why she defected so late in the battle and why she ended up defecting? I would love to know how the battle went for her, was it because of Ivypool she defected? Since it was stated they had a brief relationship

I'm still working out the full logistics of the battle, but the full outline of the Night Of The True Eclipse goes kinda like this;

ThunderClan knows their exact plan because of Ivypool, and as soon as she vanishes, tries to get to convincing the other Clans to rally together

"They want to kill everyone in power and take over our Clans, just like they did to Shadow"

The politics here are patchy but Shadow is probably easy to convince, since they aren't looking for a repeat of Apple/Red/Rat's little stunt.

And WindClan has too many defectors to have much choice

RiverClan needs more coaxing

I want to write a speech here that convinces them to all unite because I LOVE rallying speeches like that

DARK FOREST

At the launch point, Tigerstar is getting the soldiers organized

They will move in blocks, and use the tunnels to jump out wherever they need

They don't need to slaughter everyone, stay focused on your targets.

Beetlewhisker is killed around this point

Icewing goes into Protect Mode, gathering the softer cats and defending them

But those cats, Mousewhisker, Minnowtail, Harespring, they're united in finding some way out of this

Ivypool asks her mentor Hawkfrost: "do you think we have a chance?"

Hawk: "......" (no)

There will be 3 battles, as the plan falls apart

FIGHTS

The Clan cat plan was to mix up the fighters in each camp and scramble the attacker's expectations, setting traps and ambushes and ensuring that NO NONCOMBATANTS (elders, kits) were present.

The first fight demonstrates this, showing how caught off guard the demons are.

In this fight comes the first set of defectors, Mouse, Hare, Minnow. Cats who turned as soon as they had the chance.

Featherwhisker is a DF cat who defects here as well, tending to the wounds of all cats

Ivypool planned to break it off here, but Blossom, Hawk, and others are still here. She can't leave them.

She meets Dovewing's eyes and charges off

The SECOND battle is even larger, now everyone is being more indiscriminate knowing this cannot be a Blitz to just kill the leaders.

A lot more cats die in this one, it's a proper middle ages clash of armies

There is a sea of screeching and yowling cats, tangled like a solid, writhing pelt

Lionblaze is a one-man-army but there's too many cats! The Clans can't keep up with their ability to teleport out of tunnels and get instant reinforcements

I am also adding: Spirits heal faster than the living. What could take out a mortal for days is healed in an hour for a spirit, because they do not have physical bodies.

Spiderleg catches Toadstep in his mouth during this moment and stops just short of snapping his neck

Everything goes quiet for him in this moment, the screaming and hissing, and all he can hear is the gargle of Toadstep choking. The taste of blood stings his tongue

He drops him, frozen in place as he realizes what he's doing

Either Rosepetal or Lionblaze shows up here though and BONKS him hard, and he runs off

When the Dark Forest retreats, they stream away like a wave lapping the beach and leave a floor of bodies behind them. Dead, dying, bleeding cats. Some of them are moving, but so mauled they aren't recognizable.

Some of the Dark Forest trainees are with them, Sunstrike is so badly injured she can't move. Furzepelt is trembling, clinging to her and trying to apply pressure to one of the wounds, begging for mercy

Marshwing is laying next to the body of Applefur, having fought her to exhaustion. When Birchfall runs up to his old journey friends, Marsh grins,

"We sure came a long way just to end up in deep dung, aye?"

Perceiving this carnage is too much for Jayfeather. What's the good of his stupid powers?! What's the point of STARCLAN if the damned cats are able to do so much more than them??

He's pissed, he's furious, he takes his stupid stick and jams it into the ground. Rips a clump of fur off a dying Dark Forest warrior, takes the blood of a dead mortal, and hesitates before biting his pinky claw clean off.

Blood of the dead, pelt of the damned, claw of a spirit from beyond StarClan

Featherwhisker: "ooo channeling on a moonlit night? Love that"

He leans his head on his staff as the hum of stars churns into a roar in his ears

MEANWHILE the Dark Forest cats are regrouping

The losses were baaaad.

Even some of the most ardent supporters are wavering.

Tigerclaw's newest plan: HURT THEM. If the Clans remember this night in infamy, that is a victory. Make an entire gap in the generational record, time to target the children

Hawkfrost reaches the final point on his redemption arc: "no im not doing that"

FIGHT

Hawkfrost is considered the second strongest fighter, and Tigerstar WRECKS him, mauled.

Ivypool is UPSET

It was brutal and most of the followers are terrified. Tigerstar says, "anyone else want to argue?"

Ivy drags Hawkfrost off, and as a final chapter with him before he fades JUST as they reach the Dark Forest Meadow.

She thinks he's dead, and he kinda is. We won't see him for several more arcs.

BUT NOW Jay is in heaven bringing StarClan Warriors down.

He resurrected his long-dead stick, and it stands as a massive tree in the stars. He fits as many angels as can fit onto its branches;

Firestar, Moleflight, Russetfur, Deerfoot, Stonefur, and the blue meanie and cowboy curtis and jambi the genie robocop terminator captain kirk darth vader lo pan superman every single power ranger--

AND THEN he brings them down on the tree like an elevator

But this is taking time, the tree is growing before their eyes and Jayfeather is open-eyed and stars are dancing in his sightless gaze

Then a sopping wet, brown tabby appears, breathless

It's Lizardtail, a DF trainee, he desperately explains that they are attacking the kits, please help

Dovewing confirms he is not lying. They've changed the plan and she can hear them barreling towards the noncombatants

They haven't reached them yet though, Lizardtail bought them time

He falls to the ground exhausted, having run, swam across the lake, and then run again

Mistystar makes an awed comment about his hallowed flight, which will become his honor title later. Hallowflight.

FINAL BATTLE

Dustpelt goes down swinging, reinforcing the bramble walls, assuring his kits Lily and Seed that he won't let anyone hurt them

Millie and Blossomfall face off, Blossom vowing she'll end Briarlight

Briarlight cuts through, "Bloss... do you really hate me like that?"

"YES I DO!" (pause. No she doesn't. However they do get interrupted in the chaos)

The first of the Clan combatants show up, pairing off with their rivals.

Ivypool is back, looking absolutely destroyed. She ends up pleading to Bloss that she doesn't want to lose her too

This is when she defects.

Up next, the Tiger/Scourge/Black battle

When Tigerstar wins the match, the sky brightens, and the stars begin to fall.

And that's when Firestar and the StarClan Reinforcements come in to end this

Brackenfur and Thornclaw face off. Mistystar fights alongside her brothers. Many such cases

When Firestar wins, ending Tigerstar's reign of terror, the battle is over.

The last of the DF fighters who fought to the end are captured. The dark forest warriors who stay too long become incorporeal as the Eclipse passes over the moon, leaving just the trainees.

[yarrowleef]

musing about med.cat Breezepelt AU

I want to start puttin my thoughts together about it. So if I’m being honest, I'm not convinced Breezepelt should have been redeemed at all. With how he was written in the 4th series, there wasn’t really much foundation for realistically bringing him back into normal clan life as a good guy. BUT this AU was created under the premise of “what if I had to redeem post-4th arc Breezepelt? How would I go about doing that?”

Medicine cat does not seem like a fitting role for Breezepelt, but that’s part of what interests me so much about it. Here’s the gist of why I would have made this decision: One of Breezepelt’s most notable traits is his massive temper, and how prone he is to aggression. He does not strike me as emotionally stable. He uses violence to solve his problems. He tried to fight for his father's approval, he fights for the approval of his replacement mentor figures in the dark forest, and after all was said and done, his way of trying to redeem himself to his clan--to prove he was “changed”-- was by fighting even more and harder for them. He has never learned how to solve any issue without using his claws. And I cannot help but feel that it’s a VERY BAD IDEA for someone with the emotional instability of Breezepelt to continue defining his life by how good he fights. Using claws and aggression to guide his path has ruined him, and it almost got all of his loved ones killed. 

In Crowfeather’s Trial, the only crime of Breezepelt’s that anyone really talks about was him attacking Lionblaze, as if that was the worst part of it all. He never really acknowledged that who he was fighting for was also aiming to kill his mother, and Heathertail, was responsible for killing his friend Antpelt, and many others. The few cats he cared about were going to be slaughtered, and he’d let himself get so swept up in it all that he was going to help them do it. Through all his DF training, I don’t think any of this really occurred to Breezepelt. He has a one track mind and was only focused on making the handful of people he hated pay, and getting validation from this group of tough guys. It didn’t sink in what the after math of this battle would really be. I want that realization to actually hit him hard and I want it to affect him. And I think when it does, his entire world view and view of himself crumbles.

Breezepelt still has a bad temper. That’s not something that goes away easily, and he still struggles to control it. And I think it should finally start to scare him.  I don’t think he trusts himself not to get carried away by his negative emotions again. Indulging in violence is incredibly unhealthy for someone like him. That’s why he has to leave the life of a warrior behind. The long and short of it is Breezepelt can’t make up for what he’s done. At least, not completely. No one can bring back the cats that are dead. And if he wants to make any attempt at all to make it up to his clan, then it can’t be through further violence and bloodshed; not through creating more wounds, but through healing them. And only then can he start healing himself. 

There is something very appealing to me about watching someone accustomed to resorting to aggression for every situation, instead trying so hard to learn how to be kind and patient and gentle instead. Maybe Kestrelflight helps him come up with meditative exercises to calm himself down when he starts getting angry. He is also, to his own surprise, pretty good at herb memorization because he has spent SO MUCH time recovering in the medicine den from the 1000th fight he’d got into that day, that he had already started picking up and absorbing herb knowledge over time. (I’m fairly certain that actually happened in Crowfeather’s Trial, which is where the idea for this AU first began) 

I will have further Thoughts about this later, it’s something i’ve been thinkin about for a while.

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Ooo that 10% au sounds really interesting. I feel like Skyclan would definitely end up playing a larger role in this au! If you have anything else you could (and dont mind to) tell us about the au, I'd love to hear it!

Oh wow, I didn’t expect this. I went and dug up what I could from the notebooks in my cabinet

ThunderClan survivors: Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Hazeltail, Ivypool, Rosepetal, Seedkit

ShadowClan survivors: Toadfoot, Ferretclaw, Pinenose, Stoatpaw, Mistkit

WindClan survivors: Crowfeather, Leaftail, Furzepelt, Crouchpaw

RiverClan survivors: Minnowtail, Hollowflight, Mossyfoot, Podpaw, Graymist

The Three keep their powers after the battle

Lionblaze is emotionally distraught because he leaves the battle unwounded but nearly all of his clanmates were slaughtered. He refuses to do anything and lays around the camp. Seedkit begins to take an interest in him and she pulls Lionblaze out of his depression and convinces him he has a new family to protect.

Basically Lionblaze becomes Seedkit’s dad.

Dovewing is missing and is thought to be dead, but is actually living as a kittypet. She can see how the clan cats are doing and will leave little signs for them on where to find supplies in the territory, or when danger may be lurking. She’s a secret guardian angel all things considered.

Jayfeather is the last remaining medicine cat so he is looked to as the leader at first. He feels responsible for all the survivors, but struggles with leading as he is constantly, stressed, overwhelmed, and snappy.

Minnowtail becomes the leader and after everything is settled, becomes Minnowstar. She names Ivypool deputy.

Mistkit becomes Jayfeather’s apprentice.

Graymist is a source of guidance for the clan as she is the oldest cat and the only elder to have survived.

I wrote something about Jayfeather and Lionblaze getting to know Crowfeather and I actually like it because it’s such a stressful situation to be in already, and then your distant dad is there too.

Ivypool and Hollowflight get together and have two kits: Hawkkit and Dovekit.

StarClan is scattered after the battle, leaving Jayfeather unable to commune or seek guidance. Remembering the stories of SkyClan Sandstorm told him as a kit, he sees this as their only option to find others like them.

On the way they pick up some more cats who join them.

The whole fun with this AU was the struggle of cats from different clan cultures having to now work together and becoming a family. Plus it seems I picked characters that are really open-ended. I mean Tawnypelt isn’t written here, but Pinenose and Furzepelt are. I think that makes it more fun at least, getting to know characters we know very little about.

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The offensive classes from TF2 as warrior cats!

Squirrelleap: A lean, short furred tom with a sturdy tail and bright blue eyes. Has a triangular siamese cat face. The fastest of the nine warriors, Squirrelleap deals fast blows to his enemies while never stopping running around and dodging everything. He can also jump incredibly high, and is sometimes able to jump onto the highest branches in the trees. Looks a lot younger than he actually is. Squirrelleap can talk for HOURS and hours, sometimes just about himself! Power: Temporary greater speed and even greater dodging abilities, plus temporary invulnerability Eaglescreech: A muscular, thick and long furred tom, with dark blue eyes. Has a lot of scars. He rarely opens his eyes, but is somehow able to see just fine. Eaglescreech is willing to fight and die for his clan and clanmates. He is known to get in a lot of fights, and isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Just like Squirrelleap and Scorchfang, Eaglescreech can jump quite high. One of his fighting tactics is ambushing enemies from above. Has lived in the dump a few times, but he didn't mind. Power: Can make clanmates and himself stronger for a short amount of time. Flamestorm: A half-long furred cat with a lot of big and small scars, with huge patches of fur missing. Also has a half-long tail. A scary cat with a lot of scars from fires. Beneath their somehow always smoking and soaked with blood fur, is a cat that thinks they're playing and having fun with kits, instead of slaughtering everything in their path. They act like a kit when they're not fighting. Flamestorm never, EVER opens their eyes. There are stories about that whoever manages to look in their eyes, will be set ablaze and will burn to death. They never speak, only breathing in ragged and raspy breaths and sometimes mumbling incoherently. Power: Heated claws and hot breath, sometimes so hot it can scorch the enemies fur.  - - - -  Oh man, I’m really excited to finally be working on this again! I will draw the other mercs, as well as miss Pauling, the Administrator, Saxton Hale, and all the other important characters! There will be a story, and all the mercs have some kind of “power”, just like Jayfeather, Lionblaze and Dovewing. Edit: added their powers.