#mew garlic

[cryptoriawebb]

Ichigo & Ninniku

Nin’s name means ‘garlic’ in Japanese. Because she’s a vampire Mew. Lol.

I dunno if anyone remembers, but Nin starts out as a tsundere antagonist in my Tokyo Mew Mew AU: Bittersweet. She eventually joins the team and falls in love with Ichigo.

I used the manga covers as inspiration for this piece! I always feel a little unsteady when I deviate from my style but overall I really like the way their faces look!

[mewvore]

The Kaiju episode of Dexter's lab awakened my TF fetish, however the furryness came from other things.

that one lady who was always with that super powered monkey was pretty cool I liked her. thats kind of it, dexter's lab sorta slid of my developmental brain. anything featuring werewolves made me want to become a werewolf I always thought that shit was cool but that showed up in pretty much every cartoon at some point

[murruspins]

What’s your fav snack to eat while regressing? Mines beetroot or fruit roll ups :P

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

Poptropica characters that might be on the autism spectrum?

Some of my headcanons:

Children 

Annie Perkins (Cryptids Island book)

Edgar (Monster Carnival Island)

Ishmael (S.O.S. Island)

Mya (Mystery of the Map)

Oliver (Mystery of the Map)

Simon Cobb (Astro-Knights Island book)

Adults

Abe (Zomberry Island)

Amelia (Home Island)

Arthur Eraser (Pencil Warrior book)

Bert Shell (Virus Hunter Island)

Cactus von Garlic (Vampire's Curse Island)

Claria (Jade Scarab Island)

Daphne Dreadnaught (Ghost Story Island)

Dr. Beev (Mocktropica Island)

Dr. Hare (24 Carrot Island)

Duck Game Worker (Monster Carnival Island)

Harold Mews (Cryptids Island)

Joe Puddy (Zomberry Island)

Kevin (Mystery of the Map)

Dr. Lange (Virus Hunter Island)

Mark Hertz (Mocktropica Island)

Mordred/Binary Bard (Astro-Knights Island)

Myron Van Buren (Survival Island)

Professor Pendulum (Time Tangled Island)

Rachel Salerno (Lunar Colony Island)

Ringmaster Raven (Monster Carnival Island)

Vince Graves (Nabooti Island)

Alright :p

[plasticsandwich]

at this point they need to vaporize every pen within a 10 kilometer radius to stop me

[fallenclan]

"Okay, so I'm Bluefire and you can be my apprentice, Newtpaw. We're training to prepare for-"

"Apprentice? No. I want to be a warrior."

"Then what's your warrior name?"

"Newtscratch."

"Okay, Newtscratch. . . " Bluekit crouched, wriggling her haunches. "Then I'm an enemy warrior coming to attack you! Raaaah!"

Newtkit rolled out of the way just in time as Bluekit lunged for her, resulting in Bluekit pouncing face-first into the ground with a tiny oof! Newtkit snickered, swiping at Bluekit's tail. "Some warrior you are. Maybe you should be the apprentice."

Without warning, Bluekit sprang to her paws, slamming her head into Newtkit's chest and knocking her off balance. Before Newtkit could so much as open her mouth, Bluekit had pinned her to the ground. "Admit that I'm the better warrior, Newtscratch!"

"Never!" Newtkit squeaked indignantly. She swatted at Bluekit's face, jabbing her hind legs into Bluekit's belly at the same time.

"Ow!" Bluekit scrambled off of Newtkit, wincing. Newtkit stuck out her tongue, which only caused Bluekit to start giggling.

"Bluekit!" Rabbitkit, who had been haring around the camp with the other kits up until this point, scrambled to a halt in front of his littermate. "Can I play with you and Newtkit? Molekit's being mean to me again."

"No," Newtkit sniffed. "I only want to play with Bluekit."

"Bluefire," Bluekit corrected helpfully.

Rabbitkit turned a pleading gaze towards Bluekit. "Please?"

"I don't see why not. Playing warriors is more fun with three cats than two, anyway." Bluekit could have sworn she noticed a brief flash of hurt in Newtkit's gaze, but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared.

"Fine. Whatever."

"Don't be mad, Newtkit," Bluekit whispered. "You're still my best friend."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

...

Bluepaw padded into the medicine den and was immediately greeted with the soft smell of lilac. Silverbelly had taken to decorating the den with it in an attempt to block out the more unsavory herb scents, such as garlic.

"Bluepaw." Newtpaw's head immediately turned towards the other apprentice, ears perking. She had to fight to keep a smile off her muzzle.

"Hey, Newtpaw. I brought you a thrush. Caught it myself!" Bluepaw flopped down beside Newtpaw with a dull thump, shamelessly pressing her pelt against Newtpaw's in a way that made Newtpaw's heart flutter.

"Thanks." Newtpaw inspected the thrush instead of dissecting her feelings, picking feathers off its wings.

"Your wound has almost healed, right?"

"Yeah. Silverbelly says it'll probably scar, though."

"Cool!"

"I guess." Newtpaw took a bite from her thrush, chewing slowly.

"My ma says you were doing really well with your training. Your warrior ceremony will probably only be delayed one moon."

"One moon feels like an eternity," Newtpaw huffed, knocking her head into Bluepaw's shoulder. "And you'll be a warrior while I'm still an apprentice!"

"Only for a little bit. Maybe I should start flunking my assessments so we can be warriors at the same time?"

It took Newtpaw a few moments to realize Bluepaw was joking (she wasn't), and upon realizing she only rolled her eyes. "Just don't do anything stupid or exciting without me, okay?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Bluepaw promised solemnly.

"Mousebrain," Newtpaw scoffed, but she was grinning nonetheless.

...

"--and this is the honey spruce," Bluefern announced.

"Why's it called that?" Evie tilted his head, peering up at the great tree. It stood out starkly in the meadow, despite there being plenty of other spruce trees nearby.

"There's a bee's nest. Can't you see it?" Newtscar flicked her tail towards one of the tree's highest branches. "Unless you want a mouthful of bees, I'd suggest you keep your distance."

"Oh." Evie's eyes widened. "Have either of you ever tasted honeycomb?"

Bluefern and Newtscar exchanged glances. "No," Bluefern replied. "Have you?"

"No, but I've heard it tastes really good."

"Good to know," Newtscar mewed sarcastically. "We should move on, unless you want to spend all day gawking at one tree?"

"I think I could get us some honey," Evie stated, gaze never leaving the bee's nest. "I'll just wait until all the bees are out collecting pollen, and then I'll sneak up and swipe some of it. They'll never even notice."

"That's a stupid plan," Newtscar retorted at the same time Bluefern exclaimed, "You're brilliant!"

Later, Evie was confined to the medicine den after receiving many, many bee stings. (He didn't manage to obtain any honey.)

...

"You like-e-e-e-e him," Bluefern cackled, causing Newtscar to swipe at her ears.

"You like him too!" Newtscar hissed.

"Well, yeah, but it's more embarassing that you like him."

"Shut up, Bluefern."

Bluefern did not shut up.

...

"Oh." Bluefern had only found herself speechless a rare few times in her life. This was one of them. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! I wouldn't have asked you to be my mate if I didn't like you." Newtscar was beginning to feel the telltale signs of panic. Does she not like me back? Why won't she stop staring at me with that stupid, dumbstruck expression?

"Uh," Bluefern replied intelligently.

"Do you not feel the same way?"

"No, no! I do. I want to be mates." Bluefern shoved her face so close to Newtscar's that their noses were practically touching. "You just caught me off guard."

"Why?" Newtscar flattened her ears but didn't move, secretly enjoying Bluefern's proximity.

"I thought you had a thing for Evie."

"I thought you had a thing for Evie," Newtscar fired back, suddenly defensive.

"I mean, I do." Bluefern leaned back. "I like you both."

"Can cats have more than one mate?"

"I think so. I mean, why not?" Bluefern shrugged. "As long as we're all honest with each other. You like Evie too, right?"

"Unfortunately." Newtscar sighed.

"Then maybe the three of us can be mates."

"Maybe," Newtscar assented, thinking for the first time that perhaps it didn't need to be two against the world. Perhaps it could be three.

...

"I like you both a lot. . ."

"We know."

"Shhh, Newtscar! He's confessing." Bluefern shoved Newtscar. "Please continue."

A playful smirk was beginning to tug at Evie's features, and the tom felt himself emboldened by Bluefern's encouragement. "So I was wondering if you two-"

"Yes," Newtscar interrupted. "But if you snore I'll change my mind."

"Okay. That's fair." Evie and Bluefern were both purring while Newtscar was doing her best to look indifferent.

She failed. (The three proceded to have a long discussion about what the future would look like, with all three of them as mates.)

...

Mistyfish's fever wasn't going down. She had been sick for moons, her symptoms only getting worse and worse. Surely, surely, she would recover. Bluefern couldn't let herself think any differently.

Outside, Newtscar and Evie were engaged in a hushed conversation with Stormsight and Silverbelly.

Mistyfish was gazing vacantly at Bluefern. "Ma? Don't come too close. I could get you sick."

"I don't care, sweetling." Bluefern wrapped herself around Mistyfish, around her precious kit. "It's going to be okay."

"Sweetling . . . ?"

"Your grandma used to call my littermates and I that, sometimes."

"Oh." Mistyfish snuggled closer to Bluefern. "I like it. It's nice." The smell of sickness wafted about the den in a thick, permeating cloud. Bluefern did her best to ignore it.

"It'll be okay, Mistykit," she repeated, not even noticing her slip-up.

"Okay, Ma. I believe you." Mistyfish closed her eyes, letting out a soft breath as she drifted off to sleep.

Mistyfish never woke up.

...

"His name is Sunnykit. He's sleeping right now, but I'll introduce you in the morning." Willowsplash's gaze was brimming with love, as if she had already spent a thousand lifetimes being this kit's mother.

"Looks like we're grandparents. . . again," Evie grinned, placing emphasis on again.

"Newtscar is going to be so excited!" Bluefern exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement herself.

"I don't think Mom's ever been excited about anything," Willowsplash chimed in, causing Evie to snort in amusement.

"Well, she'll be excited about this," Bluefern decided firmly.

"We'll see," Evie replied, giving Willowsplash's shoulder a reassuring lick. "I'm proud of you, kiddo."

"Thanks, Dad."

...

"We have matching scars now." Sleepycloud chuckled. In truth, his face still stung where the ShallowClan warrior had raked her claws. She had missed his eyes by less than a spider-leg. Likely, she had been attempting to blind him. The thought was disconcerting.

"I wouldn't call them matching." Newtscar was inspecting her son's new scars, triple checking that they had healed right and weren't going to start gushing blood at any moment. "I still don't see why you won't at least describe the cat who did this to you."

"Mom."

"What? I just want to give them a 'matching' scar of their own," Newtscar sniffed, expression never changing.

"I don't even remember what she looked like," Sleepycloud lied, trying to get Newtscar to let it go, though he knew it was a futile effort. She was like a bloodhound when she caught scent of something she felt was important.

"She? So it was a she-cat?"

"Mom!"

...

"What mischief are you two plotting?" Newtscar narrowed her eyes, gaze flicking skeptically between Pebblefreeze and Evie.

"Us? Mischief? How could you accuse your loving mate and darling daughter of anything treacherous?" Evie gasped dramatically, feigning hurt. Newtscar was unimpressed.

"You both have your 'scheming' faces on. I know because you got it from your father," Newtscar grumbled at Pebblefreeze, shooting a pointed glance at Evie.

"Did she?" Evie drawled.

"She did."

"I did not," Pebblefreeze pouted, nose scrunching up in the same way that Newtscar's did when she was annoyed. "We haven't done anything. Yet."

"StarClan help me," Newtscar muttered. Evie shot Pebblefreeze a conspiratorial wink.

...

"I still think about them." Bluefern didn't want to cry. She couldn't. Yet she could feel her gaze watering as she stared up at the pelt of stars spanning the sky.

Newtscar pressed herself against Bluefern's side, and Evie wrapped his tail around both of them.

"What would their names have been?" Bluefern continued. "Would they have been warriors? Medicine cats? Mediators? Why couldn't we save them?"

"There wasn't anything we could have done, Bluefern," Evie murmured.

"Wasn't there? Why did we let Curly defend the nursery?" Bluefern's voice wobbled. "One of us should have stayed behind."

"Then maybe one of us could have died," Newtscar replied gently. "Who knows what would have happened? The past is past, Bluefern. It's too late."

"I know." Bluefern squeezed her eyes shut. "I know."

The three stayed there for half of the night, pressed together in their silent grief over the three that were lost too young.

Ravenkit. Icekit. Smokekit.

Three stars shining down upon three parents.

...

"So, you and Cherrydust, huh?"

"Dad!" Ripplefade hissed, mortified. "Lower your voice. Someone could hear you."

"What? I'm just saying. Being mates with the deputy is no small thing," Evie chuckled.

"She isn't my mate, Dad."

"You like her though, right?"

"Pebblefreeze likes her too! Why don't you go harass her?" Ripplefade kicked a pebble across camp. Where were his mothers when he needed them?

"Eh. Pebblefreeze doesn't fluster so easily. You're fun to tease." Evie nudged Ripplefade affectionately. "I could go talk to her for you, if you're too nervous. . ."

"No!"

. . .

"You drooled on my fur last night," Newtscar complained, running her tongue over her matted shoulder fur.

"Probable. I woke up with a mouthful of your fur, anyhow."

"Ugh."

"Guys, look. Cherrydust is calling patrols," Bluefern chirped. "Think she knows to put us together?"

"Of course. It'll always be the three of us. We're iconic," Evie grinned.

"Hm. Maybe she'll let us hunt near the Sky Pine. I hear prey's good down there lately," Newtscar spoke, finishing her pelt cleaning with a few final licks.

"As long as you don't get stuck up there," Bluefern purred.

"That was one time, Bluefern," Newtscar grumbled.

"Don't worry, Newtscar. If you get stuck, Bluefern and I will rescue you."

"Both of you stop talking."

Neither of them stopped talking.

Newtscar didn't mind.

-🐉

(whoop whoop, the polycule! last of the three requests. hope i did these guys justice in a collection of moments w/ them and their kits teehee

they're so silly i love them)

DRAGON YOU DID THEM JUSTICE AND SO MUCH MORE OH MY GOD MY HEART,,, THIS IS SO UNBELIEVABLY PERFECT HOLY FUCK.

"you like him too!" "yeah but its more embarrassing that you like him" ITS SO THEMMM ITS SO THEM IM ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING CRYING. google how to get a fic tattooed onto the insides of your eyelids

[skumhuu]

Alright part 6 of the feral question- who could calm .feral!nightmare?. Like hmmm what would happen and how would it happen. :^ anyway good luck on garlic juice

The best at calming a feral!Nightmare has been Horror, because he was the first to be his surrogate coven. Nightmare may be the most powerful and the eldest, but Horror is still the alpha of the pack. He’s the best at soothing Nightmare’s sharp edges, at cooling his feral temper. Dust and Killer are tied in second place at calming Night.

Dream has always been a trigger for Nightmare’s more volatile emotions, especially if he’s in danger. After running away, Dream was able to stand tall in the face of Nightmare’s anger, but currently an enraged!Nightmare will cause him lock up due to his reawakened fledgling instincts. Lil stressed peeping and mews involuntarily escaping his throat 🦇🥰

[starkandthewaynes]

Bengal & Lennox

Ch. 2

"Hey check it out, only a couple days back, and the Wyane Family News account is already trying to inform people about ya, Lynx." Jason says, as the two are making their way into his apartment. "Damn, bitch you live like this?" Lennox asks, as they walk around the apartment. "Excuse me, I'm cooking you food." He says as they smile at each other. "Missed ya, Lynx." he says as they hug. "Bengal, I lova ya, but there are bullet holes in your bathroom."

"Get better decore, then." Lynx says, as the two chuckle. "So, what's this plan of yours for after school, Lynx?" Jason asks, as he gets out the ingredients for some spaghetti and garlic bread. "Well, you know that I'm triple majoring and double minoring, right?" Lennox asks as Jason nods. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, your like a super genius, I remember." He says as they roll their eyes. "Yeah, well, this super genius is gonna help kids who are from the alley." Lennox says as they help grease the pan for the garlic bread. "I'm starting a non-profit under the Martha Wayne Foundation to help impoverished parts of the city get theatre and literature. I wanna start theatre camps for kids and adults, and I'm gonna get some 'shops' set up where everyone can come in and read or do some studying or writing and even have ope mic nights." Lennox says as Jason nods. "That sounds nice, can I do anything to help?" He asks, as Lennox smiles. "You could volunteer sometimes, do some reading for the kids, or protection for the open mics." Lennox says as he nods. The oven's beeping brings them back to making dinner.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Kyo, you liking Gotham's weather? Reminding you of home?" Lennox asks, petting Kyo's head. He purs in response, as Lennox looks out the window. They jump back a little at the ghosts and shades. "Yeah, i'm liking Gotham, too." They whisper, as they take a picture of Kyo. Maybe the ghosts will leave them alone; then again some of Jonny's luck has rubbed off over the years. And people say Gotham is cursed.

Yeah, Lennox was used to rainy days in London, so the rin aspect didn't bug 'em, but with the rain came a lot more spirits, and those were different between London and Gotham. For one thing most of London spirits were a little polite, they left Lennox alone when it was raining, but Gotham spirits, well, there's a reason there's not a whole lot of clairvoyants in Gotham. "Mreow?" Kyo mews as Lennox stands up. "Need some alone time, Kyo." Lennox says, as they leave their phone on the bed.

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"Forget something?" Dick asks, as he climbs up on the roof, as Lennox jumps a little. "Kyo knew where I was." Lennox snips, as Dick scoffs. "Kyo is a cat, Nox, no one can talk to him!" Dick shouts as Lennox looks away. "Okay, sorry, I know, I'm not Jason, but you can talk to me, you know? That's what older brothers are for." He says, sitting next to Lennox, as they sit up. "Sorry, it's just that, I uh." The sentence dies is Lennox's throat. Everything they could say right now just sounded like an excuse, or empty and hollow.

"Yeah, I get it." Dick sighs, as he looks at the roof tiles and Lennox looks up at the sky. "I'm sorry you got sent away, sorry I didn't reach out more." Dick says, as the silent tears mix with the rain on Lennox's face. "Yeah well, I wasn't a peach to be around, so I don't blame bruce for sending me away. And as for you reaching out; I had a phone too." Lennox says, as they finally look at Dick. "I brought you something." Dick says as Lennox tilts their head as Dick brings out their phone. "Do me a favor, text Jay, he's worried about you." Dick says as Lennox nods.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"This sounded like a liquor kinda conversation, but I don't know what you like, so I got us a whole lot." Jason says as Lonnox lets themself in. "I'm a rum and diet coke bitch." Lennox says as Jason nods. "Good to know." Jay says, fixing their drink. "So, what's eating ya?" Jason asks, sitting down. "Gotham's cursed." They whisper, as jason's mid-sip. "Shit, your powers." Jason says, setting down his glass. "Yeah, um, so about those." Lennox starts, rubbing the back of their neck. "They're uh, magical in nature." Lennox says, as Jason tilts his head, then his eyes widen. "You live in Constantine's backyard." He says as they nod. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Lennox says as Jason shakes his head. "You know even I couldn't get him to teach me magic, no matter how many times I asked, it was always magic comes with a heavy price." The twins say together. "Yeah, I know, it was the first thing he said when I called him about my gifts, but then I told him I was seeing darker shit in my school's faculty lounge then I ever did in Gotham." Lennox says, taking a sip. "That got his attention. Apparently, no one told him I could see shit that goes bump in the night." Lennox says, downing the last of their drink.

"Yeah, don't think we ever told Bruce either." Jason says, as Lennox nods. "We didn't wanna tell him, cause I saw his dead mother and father hanging around the manner along with a couple other Waynes." Lennox says as he nods. "Right, I remember, you, you wouldn't sleep in your room by yourself." Jason says as they nod. "Yeah, well, you try sleeping when a ghost jazz singer keeps singing to you." Lennox says as Jason shrugs. "So you called Uncle John, and he agreed to help ya." Jason surmises as Lennox nods. "Yeah, and well, in order to learn from Uncle Johnny, ya kinda have to go along with him." Lennox says as Jason nods. "What'd you use?" Jason asks, as Lennox smirks. "Lark." Lennox answers, as Jason nods. Before the drinks became to heavy, Jason pulls out his phone.

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[local-thief-feline]

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Meow...Ah! Oh- Hello! Hello! Mew...I'm Atticus, a black cat, probably an Eldritch cat...Anyway! I steal stuff, As My name suggests, I'm a thief feline!~ Not a feline thief, I don't just steal cats, damn it!

Basic information!

• My name is Atticus!

• I am a minor!

• I'm autistic!

• I go by any pronouns except she/her!

• I'm aroace!

• I'm a transboy!

• I'm also bxy!

Tags!

• Atticus is stealing (Self-explanatory)

• Atticus isn't stealing (Self-explanatory)

• Atticus satisfies your curiosity (For asks)

• Local thief feline (Any Post)

• Haii Raylen! (For interactions with @youraveragemagicalthief)

• Haii pickpocket! (For interactions with @local-pickpocket)

• Meow!? (For interactions with @the-gimmick-authority)

• That wasn't me (For when I'm falsely accused)

• That...may have been me (For when I'm rightfully accused)

• Woah shiny! (For anything Shiny [for example, jewelry] that I steal)

Loot so far!

• Milk on the stove

• The cuteness of a couple (See this post)

• Toasted Garlic bread

• Soft warm garlic bread

• @aristarxs

• A book called only mostly devastated by Sophie Gonzales

• Omnious grinning goop in a pan (It's probably a massive toad, I think)

• Dopamine

• A cookie That Shakespeare originally gave to a crab Scratch that, I got an other cookie by the crab

• Giant 90lb Chinook/king salmon from vampiricram

• Catnip Plant, also from vampiricram

[casteliacityramen]

Artist: Oh, hello there follow pocket monster, greninja. May I have some spicy garlic ramen? I am trying to find delicious foods to make paintings of.

They make these faces the entire time while he cooks and serves the bowl of ramen you requested. In record time, nonetheless. Under her breath, you hear Rio whisper:

"Lady Mew is going to be so disappointed when she finds out it's not that tasty..."

It's not often divine royalty visit the two. Fortunately, for you, they seem to slightly ease up when they realize you aren't who they think you are. Only slightly, of course.

[ @the-smartest-pig-alive ]

[cryptoriawebb]

Quick reference post for my Mew Mew OC, Ninniku.

Nin is infused with the DNA of the Ryukyu Flying Fox. She’s 13 years old and her pronouns are she/they. She’s a lesbian and attends Retasu’s school. She’s the new girl, a transfer student. She refuses to dress like a maid at the Mew café, instead preferring the tuxedo-styled uniform.

Her Mew mark would be on her neck, just above her collar bone: an homage to the classic vampire bite. She also has teeny tiny vampire fangs but you can’t see them well in this post.

[fivepoolsclans-archive]

Redfern's Message

NEWLEAF - MOON 0 - YEAR 0

Figdream stretched as he crossed the threshold of the medicine cat den. The morning newleaf sun brought a warm glow to his golden pelt, and he was thankful for the relief it brought to his sleepy limbs. It was the dawn of a new day under new leadership; Rootstar’s naming ceremony had just been last night and she was already guiding cats to different patrol groups this morning. There was a dash of pride swelling in Figdream’s chest at the sight of the HavenClan leader, and knowing that she was up and doing her job made Figdream determined to get started on his.

His stores were running low on tansy and garlic, which meant he had to go out and fetch some more. Newleaf is young, so there shouldn’t be a problem finding any, he thought. He could always check for herbs around the abandoned Twoleg garden, some cobwebs from the ditches by the fallen log that marked the entrance to the training hollow, moss from the trees around the river–

A squeal sounded from the nursery den, startling Figdream from his thoughts. He padded curiously to the nursery, ears alert for sounds of distress. His fur began to lie flat when he realized it had only been Frogkit playing with Cragquiver and Sunpatch.

Cragquiver must have come to relieve Sunpatch of kit-sitting duties. Last night had been Sunpatch’s turn to watch over Frogkit, which meant Cragquiver would look after her this morning giving Sunpatch the chance to breathe fresher air. Currently, Sunpatch sat outside of the nursery entrance chuckling at the display of Frogkit pouncing on Cragquiver. Ah, Figdream thought, it must be another game of capture-the-warrior.

“Good morning,” Figdream mewed as he approached.

“Good morning Figdream,” purred Sunpatch, licking her whiskers and dipping down low for a stretch.

“Morning there,” Cragquiver grunted, scrunching his face as Frogkit batted at his nose. “Easy there. No claws, remember?”

Figdream chuckled and turned to Sunpatch, “I need to go out and search for herbs. Would you like to come with me?”

“Oh, would I!” Sunpatch shook herself and padded closer to Figdream. She glanced over her shoulder at the other two with a purr, “I’ve been cooped up in the nursery all day yesterday.”

“Then a walk sounds like something you’d need,” Figdream laughed and waved goodbye to the other two wrestling cats with his tail. He began padding out of camp with Sunpatch following close behind.

It was good to be out of the grotto where HavenClan called home. Sunlight filtered through the fresh green leaves and pink blossoms on the trees, leaving quaking dapple patterns on the ground. Birds were singing new yet familiar tunes, and it was still early enough for the crickets to join their song. The cool dew on the grass felt refreshing underpaw and cooling on the cats’ pelts. Taking in a deep breath, Figdream was certain that a walk was what he needed, too. The stress of last night finally seemed to be melting away. “It’s a beautiful morning,” Sunpatch commented, and he agreed.

The morning passed as well as Figdream could have hoped. As expected, there were plenty of herbs to gather at the Twoleg garden. Figdream instructed Sunpatch how to harvest what they needed. It was quiet and busy work, and soon enough both cats had an impressive pile of leaves and roots to take back to camp.

“Have you ever thought about taking on an apprentice?” Sunpatch asked when they had decided to take a break and clean themselves of dust and dirt.

“A bit,” Figdream admitted while licking a paw and swiping it over an ear. “There’s not enough young paws at camp for me to consider it very much.”

“What about Frogkit? She’s very smart.”

“Maybe, but that’s not a choice to make right now. There’s time to consider.”

“I’d love to mentor Frogkit,” Sunpatch purred. “I’d get to continue to watch her grow into a strong warrior.”

Figdream’s tail flicked dismissively, “You and Cragquiver do a good job raising her, but I think it’d be wiser for Frogkit to have someone else as a mentor. She needs to learn new skills and how to be on her own without you two carrying her paws.”

Sunpatch fell quiet for a heartbeat then, then glanced at the golden tabby tom warily. Figdream could see the sparks of insecurity settle in and sighed. Between her and Cragquiver breathed insecurity as much as they do air. “Do you think,” Sunpatch began, “we are being too overbearing on her?”

“No,” Figdream said simply, “But you can’t expect to be next to her all the time. She needs her own experiences and her own thoughts to think. She’s just a kitten now, but she won’t always be.”

Sunpatch narrowed her eyes and nodded as she tried to take Figdream’s words to heart. Figdream couldn’t help but feel some admiration for her. Sunpatch never had kits of her own, so he could see the challenge of raising someone else’s. He had no doubt that Sunpatch and Cragquiver would raise the orphaned kitten excellently and with as much love and care as if Frogkit were their own flesh and blood.

“Words to take to heart, no matter the cat,” came the purr of a new voice. Figdream glanced about, eyes wide until he found the source perched high in the branch of a tree. As soon as he caught her eye, he frowned deeply.

“What is it?” Sunpatch asked, leaning in. “Are you alright?”

“StarClan is here.”

Sunpatch looked startled, then glanced around as if she would be able to find any strange, starry cats. She began to lick her fur in an attempt at a last-minute groom. “Where? Who? Aren’t they supposed to visit us through their den at the Cave of Hidden Stars? Why are they here?”

Figdream’s ear flicked, but didn’t answer. Instead, he watched as the pretty white-and-brown speckled she-cat hopped down from the tree, her starry pelt twinkling. She cast no shadow, as if the sun couldn’t touch her.

Redfern.

Redfern was a very old StarClan member, one of the first from HavenClan. Figdream had never felt comfortable around her; she was a troublemaker, and too confident in her place as a guide to other cats. Her smug demeanor had never settled right with him, and Figdream didn’t like how she treated other cats around her– as if she saw herself as the leader of StarClan.

He gestured with his tail for Sunpatch to crouch down with him and tuck their paws beneath them so that they could more easily communicate with the StarClan guide.

“That’s not necessary,” Redfern said, “I’m only here to speak with you, Figdream. Sunpatch doesn’t need to know.”

“Then what do you want,” Figdream snapped, “and make it quick.”

“Moody today, aren’t we?” Redfern sat between the two cats and hooked her tail over her paws.

“It was a nice day, until you showed up.” Amusement danced in the ghostly cat’s eyes, though horror rooted in Sunpatch’s at Figdream’s disrespect. He ignored it; he didn’t have to like Redfern, and he was not afraid to make it known. “What do you need to talk to me about?”

Redfern licked her paw and drew it over herself casually, “I have a prophecy to share.” Her pale blue eyes landed on Figdream. His hackles raised under her smug gaze. Sunpatch touched his side with the tip of her tail, and he was reminded that there are things bigger here than his distaste for the rude she-cat. He nodded for Redfern to continue, ignoring the satisfied smirk on her muzzle.

“Destruction falls when one becomes five.”

“Hm,” Figdream grunted, “How vague, as always.”

“What did they say?” Sunpatch’s eyes were wide.

“Things I’ll have to discuss with Rootstar about.” Figdream pushed himself to his paws.

“Leaving so soon?” Redfern teased.

“Well, do you have anything else to tell me?”

Redfern tilted her head with a smile, “No. Just be sure to remember my words.” She stood up and began to walk away, calling over her shoulder, “Keep HavenClan alive, won’t you? We’re safe as we are, and we’ll stay safe if you listen to me.” The she-cats pelt began to fade away, and in a blink of an eye she was gone.

Sunpatch reluctantly got to her paws when Figdream busied himself with a bundle of herbs. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Figdream mumbled around a mouthful of leaves. “Let’s just get back to camp.”

There was something about Redfern’s words that rubbed him the wrong way. Her message was worrying, sure, but Figdream couldn’t help but feel that there was something more to it. Something that stood behind Redfern’s words. He closed his eyes and sighed. Redfern served as a reminder of why StarClan was Figdream’s least favorite part of being a medicine cat.

[trashmouth-toastzier]

oi oi hello it was gay month and i had changed the layout of my tumblr for the first time since i created it :)!! then i drafted this post and only just found it now lol

decided to introduce myself a little and make a list of the non-male characters i like since my bio is a list of the fictional men i like >:)

hi im jules (u can also call me volantis), im 23 and im a non binary lesbian, i use they/them pronouns (and iel/yel in french), im british-french 😔✊ and i also speak some german

here are some of my favourite non-men!!!! (any characters who don't use he/him and/or identify as men) fictional characters:

genshin-> keqing, yanfei, klee, yoimiya, hu tao, shen he, yae miko, qiqi, xinyan, mona, lumine, arlecchino, beidou, collei, diona, dehya, faruzan, fischl, lisa, kujou sara, nahida, ningguang, xiangling

honkai star rail-> hook, natasha, bailu, seele, march 7th, herta, jingyun, kafka

honkai impact-> herrscher of sentience

mha-> himiko toga, mina, mei, ragdoll

proseka/vocaloid-> tenma saki, gumi, kagamine rin, hinomori shizuku, shiraishi an, yoisaki kanade, shininome ena, mayu, seeu, kaai yuki

magnus chase/percy jackson-> alex fierro, hazel levesque, piper mcclean

great pretender-> cynthia moore, abby jones

professor layton-> katrielle layton, flora reinhold, lucy baker, goldie potsby-mahn

love live-> tsushima yohane, yazawa nico, arashi chisato, emma verde, hanamaru kunikida, haruka konoe, kanata konoe, nakasu kasumi, tang keke, minami kotori, ohara mari, yoneme mei, mia taylor, tojo nozomi, tennoji rina, kazuna sarah, heanna sumire, watanabe you, ranpha, shirase koyuki, shitara fumi, kirihara yuuka, miyashita coco, hasekura kasane, kikkawa mizuki, tanaka sachiko, saeki reine, nishimura fumie

homestuck :') -> terezi pyrope, latula pyrope, rose lalonde, kanaya maryam, nepeta lejion, meulin lejion, roxy lalonde, calliope

tokyo mew mew-> aizawa minto, huang bu-ling

little witch academia-> diana cavendish, constanze albrechtsburger

bungou stray dogs-> yosano akiko, lucy montgomery

vanitas no carte-> dominique de sade, chloé apchier, amelia

black butler-> meyrin

pandora hearts-> alice, sharon rainsworth

vampire princess miyu-> miyu

tangled the series-> cassandra

it-> bev marsh

ensemble stars-> anzu, narukami arashi

x-men-> kitty pryde, rogue, mystique, emma frost, jubilation lee, polaris (lorna dane)

moomin-> little my, snorkmaiden

saiki k-> mikoto aiura, imu rifuta

dyslite-> feng nuxi, bai liuli, camille, catherine, yuuhime, discboom, elaine, heng yue, intisar, jiang man, li guang, mona, lin xiao, ye suhua

taz-> lup taaco, aubrey little, dani, lydia, lucretia, N0-3113, irene baker, gandy dancer

the raven boys-> blue sargent

pokemon-> jessie, lillie, blanche, acerola, mina, plumeria, klara, marnie, melony, nessa, sonia, opal, iono, nemona, tulip, mela

yuukoku no moriarty-> miss hudson

the magnus archives-> basira hussain, george barker, helen richardson, melanie king, jane prentiss, nikola orsinov, sasha james

teen titans-> raven, starfire, terra, jinx, bumblebee

bee and puppycat-> bee, cas wizard, toast

stranger things-> max, robin, erica

cookie run-> latte, strawberry crepe, scorpion, hydrangea, snow sugar, bellflower, black garlic, spinach, captain ice, snake fruit, kumiho, starfruit, moon rabbit, lychee dragon, pond dino, angel, black pearl, oyster, sea fairy, moonlight, pumpkin pie, cotton, cream puff, pinecone, milky way

idolm@ster-> hoshii miki, kikuchi makoto, takatsuki yayoi

etc... cause if not we'll be here for years (watch me add more when i think of them)

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

What if you told the bots to kill themselves?

[weerentheworld]

Flight home

A few early morning shots on the way to the airport, including a very colorful mews row.

I’m fortunate to be staying near paddington station since it seems the tube either isn’t open yet, or is closed due to the bank holiday.

In theory you can take the regular tube to the airport for not that much less time than the heathrow express and for a much cheaper price- but I want to make sure I get there early enough to find garlic safe food, so I go ahead and fork over the extra money rather than wait the extra half-hour.

One kinda annoying thing about British airports - they don’t show the gate you need to go to till shortly before your flight.

Did I get laduree at the airport? Yes, yes I did!

A good decision as it happens, because there really isn’t much in the way of garlic free options on the plane for breakfast.

Thankfully I’m able to get home without any more travel incidents.

[thistledown-au-warriors]

into the wild - chapter 19

< Chapter 18 || Index || Chapter 20 >

As to not lift suspicion, Fire Heart went to find another bramble, away from the three warriors. This one was much more dense, and as he dragged it back, the bush was littered with tufts of bright orange fur.

Dusty Earth blinked at him. "Yikes. Now that's going to scare away the ShadowClan warriors. " He paused. "Uh, thanks, I guess." 

Fire Heart just grunted, dropping the prickly plant and walking away.

"I thought Violet Fang said to roll in wild garlic, not brambles." Gray Stripe joked half-heartedly as Fire Heart approached. 

The ginger tom's only reply was a short angry hiss. His concerns and the unpleasant task had both soured his mood. His entire pelt prickled.

He looked at Gray Stripe, and his expression softened. He noticed the dull look in his friend’s eyes, and the way his muscles seemed stiff with pain. “I’ll go and get something from Leaf Spots. Your leg still hurting? I can get you some poppy."

“No, don’t worry.” mewed Gray Stripe. “I’ll be fine, I'll just find some of that wild garlic tomorrow.”

“It’s no trouble.” Fire Heart insisted, and before his friend could argue, he bounded off toward the healers' den.

  Leaf Spots was pacing the small clearing, her eyes clouded with unhappiness. Stone Pelt noticed the apprentice brushing through the ferns, and his eyes widened in alarm.

"Fire Heart! Did you get attacked?" He asked.

"Just by some brambles." Fire Heart muttered in response.

Stone Pelt's eyes looked tired, but some amusement slipped into his expression. "Ah. I see." he sniffed Fire Heart over, before bounding into the storage. "I'll get you some dock leaves for that."

Fire Heart turned his attention to Leaf Spots as the tom slid into the darkness.

“Is something the matter?” he asked her.

“The spirits of StarClan are restless. I think they are trying to tell me something.” she muttered in response, flicking her tail uneasily. Her eyes were distant, like she was talking more to herself than to Fire Heart.

Stone Pelt returned to the clearing with some leaves between his jaws. He dropped them at his own feet, except for one. "Sit down, please." After Fire Heart sat, he continued. "I'm going to rub some on you. It's going to sting for now, but you should sleep better afterwards."

Fire Heart braced himself as the healer placed a leaf on him, and then started rubbing it on his skin with his paw. StarClan, that stings! He thought, gritting his teeth. 

“I think Gray Stripe could do with some poppy seeds for his leg.” Fire Heart meowed through his teeth, trying to think about something else. “His rat bites are still hurting him.”

“The pain of losing Lion's Heart will make his injuries feel worse. But he’ll mend in time, don’t worry." Stone Pelt said, and the look in his eyes told Fire Heart that he spoke from experience. "In the meantime, though, you’re right. Poppy seeds will help.” he paused for a moment and turned to his mentor. "Uhm, Leaf Spots? Could you get some poppy seeds? Gray Stripe is feeling some pain."

The tortoiseshell molly had still been pacing. At Stone Pelt's words, she paused, tailtip flicking. For a moment, Fire Heart thought she hadn't heard her apprentice, until she nodded and walked into her den.

Stone Pelt watched her for a few heartbeats, then resumed his activity. Fire Heart had gotten used to the sensation by now. "Is she okay?" he asked.

The gray tom flattened his scarred ears slightly. "Yes. Her bond with StarClan is strong. She'll feel better once she figures out what they want." he replied. Then he shook the smudged dock leaf out of his paw. "Okay, I think I'm done here." Fire Heart, relieved, gave his pelt a shake. Stone Pelt frowned. "Just don't lick it off."

Leaf Spots brought out a dried poppy head and a leaf bundle. She placed them carefully on the ground. 

"Stone Pelt. Can you go check on your mother? She was wounded pretty badly, her poultice needs to be reapplied." she meowed softly.

Stone Pelt blinked, as if surprised that the healer wouldn't want to do it herself, then nodded. "Of course, Leaf Spots." He grabbed the herb bundle and pushed his way through the ferns, giving Fire Heart a brief nod.

Leaf Spots watched him go for a moment, before turning to Fire Heart. “You can take this poppy. Just shake out one or two and give them to him.” she meowed. Her voice was still distant.

“Thanks.” Fire Heart meowed, looking at her with concern.

She avoided his gaze. “Go and see to your friend.”

Fire Heart picked up the poppy head between his teeth and began to walk away.

“Wait.” Leaf Spots hissed suddenly.

Fire Heart spun around expectantly and met her tawny gaze. Her eyes burned back at him.

“Fire Heart.” she hissed. “StarClan spoke to me moons ago, before you joined the Clan. I sense they want me to tell you this now. They said a lightning from afar will light the fire that will save our Clan.”

He stared at Leaf Spots, mystified.

The strange passion faded from her eyes. “Take care, Fire Heart.” she meowed in her normal voice, and turned away.

“... See you.” Fire Heart replied uncertainly. He padded back through the fern tunnel. Her strange words were echoing in his mind, but he could not make sense of them. 

Why had she shared them with him? Surely fire was an enemy to all who lived in the forest. A single flame could spell disaster. His dream with the large striped creature then made its way back into his mind, equally as mystifying. He shook his head in frustration, and bounded over to the apprentices’ den.

***

“Gray Stripe!” Fire Heart hissed into the ear of his sleeping friend. They’d been allowed to rest all morning, after working on repairs for most of the night. Tiger's Claw had ordered them to be ready to begin training at sunhigh. The strong yellow light filtering through to the den told Fire Heart it was already near that now.

He’d had a restless night. Dreams swirled through his mind each time he fell asleep, confusing and indistinct, but full of darkness and menace. Black feathers and red fur, stained with blood. The mewling of kits. Orange-tinged leaves lighting up into flames.

“Gray Stripe!” Fire Heart hissed again. But his friend did not stir. He’d eaten two of the poppy seeds before he’d slept, and now he was in a deep slumber.

“Are you awake, Fire Heart?” Raven Shadow mewed from his nest.

Fire Heart spat silently under his breath. He had wanted to talk to Gray Stripe before Raven Shadow awoke.

“Yes!” he replied.

Raven Shadow sat up in his bed of moss and heather and began to wash with quick flicks of his tongue. “Are you going to wake him?” he asked, nodding toward Gray Stripe.

A deep voice growled outside their den. “I hope so! Training is about to start.”

The two apprentices jumped.

“Gray Stripe, wake up!” Fire Heart poked his friend with one paw. “Tiger's Claw is waiting!”

Gray Stripe lifted his head. His eyes were still heavy with sleep.

“Are you ready yet?” called Tiger's Claw.

Fire Heart and Raven Shadow crept out of the den, blinking as they emerged into the sunlight.

The deputy was sitting beside the tree stump. “Is the other one coming?” he asked.

“Yes.” Fire Heart replied, feeling defensive on behalf of his friend. “He’s only just woken up.”

“Training will do him good,” growled Tiger's Claw. “He’s grieved for long enough.”

Fire Heart held the menacing amber gaze for a few moments. Warrior and apprentice, for a heartbeat their eyes were locked as enemies.

Gray Stripe scrambled sleepily out of the den. Misty Step and Rose Fall padded closer as he emerged, distracting Fire Heart from the deputy.

“Gray Stripe.” Rose Fall meowed, not lacking gentleness. "I'd like to see where you're at, so I've asked Tiger's Claw for us to join his training session so I can watch what you already know."

Gray Stripe just nodded.

“Do you think you’re up to it, Raven Shadow?” Tiger's Claw glowered at his apprentice. “After all, you got some pretty nasty nettle stings while the rest of us were fighting those rats.”

Raven Shadow looked at the ground. “I’m fine.” he mewed.

Rose Fall and the two apprentices followed the deputy out of the camp entrance. Raven Shadow’s head hung low as he disappeared through the gorse tunnel.

Misty Step turned to him. Her blue-gray pelt was well-groomed, but her eyes betrayed her lack of sleep. She was still grieving too.

“Come.” she called to him, walking towards the camp entrance. As usual, Misty Step did not let her deeper emotions show, padding forwards with the confident stride of a well-rested warrior.

Fire Heart glanced over at the High Rock regretfully. Dark Pine and Pale Tail stood in front of Blue Fur's den. He would not be able to talk to her about what he heard.

Fire Heart caught up with his mentor as she reached the gorse tunnel and fell in step behind her. 

  The two cats followed the trail to the training hollow. The path was strewn with freshly fallen golden leaves that rustled beneath their paws. The hollow was empty.

“You missed out on battle training for several days during your punishment, so Blue Fur asked Tiger's Claw to hold his training session in another part of the forest today.” Misty Step explained as she padded into the center of the hollow. “She wants me to concentrate on your fighting skills, and I want you to concentrate on them too — which means no distractions.”

Fire Heart looked at her. The stoic warrior looked so much like her mother. He wondered if there was any way he could tell her instead about her concerns about Tiger's Claw. Surely, Blue Fur would listen to her own daughter. But would she believe him? Blue Fur needs to know about the danger Raven Shadow is in…

Sudden movement flashed in the corner of his eye. A swish of gray whirled past his nose, and Fire Heart fell forward as his forepaws were knocked lightly from underneath him. He staggered, regained his balance, and spun around to see Misty Step sitting calmly beside him. “Do I have your attention now?” she meowed sternly.

“Yes, Misty Step. Sorry!” he replied hastily, looking into her blue eyes.

Misty Step nodded. “Fire Heart, you have been with us for many moons now. I have watched you fight in our training sessions. Tiger's Claw and Lion's Heart passed on their knowledge to you, and you learned it well. In the battle with the ShadowClan warriors you were fierce. From what I heard, you were quick against the rats and defeated Violet Fang with your cleverness.” She paused, fixing her eyes on him intensely. “But one day you will meet an opponent who is all of these things as well — quick, fierce and clever. It’s my duty to prepare you for that day.”

Fire Heart nodded, completely caught up in her words. His senses were fully alert. All thoughts of Raven Shadow and Tiger's Claw had disappeared, and the musty odors and tiny noises of the forest rushed in upon him.

“Let’s see how you think.” Misty Step sat, wrapping her tail over her paws. “Attack me.”

Fire Heart looked at her, sizing her up and wondering the best way to begin. While she'd taught him a couple moves before, he'd only sparred with other apprentices.

Misty Step was standing less than three rabbit-lengths away. She was larger than him, so it would be a waste of effort to begin with the usual paw swipes and wrestling. But if he could leap straight onto her back with a powerful enough jump, he might be able to unbalance her. 

She hadn’t taken her piercing blue eyes off him for an instant. Fire Heart stared back and leaped.

He had aimed to land squarely on her shoulders, but Misty Step was ready for him. She dropped swiftly into a crouch. As Fire Heart hit her, she rolled onto her back. Instead of landing on her shoulders he found himself crashing down toward her upturned belly. She caught him with all four paws and flung him easily away from her. He felt he had been bundled away like a bothersome kit. He hit the dusty ground hard and lay winded for a moment before he scrambled to his feet.

“Interesting strategy, but your eyes betrayed where you were aiming.” Misty Step meowed as she stood up and shook off the dust from her fluffy coat. “Now, try again.”

This time, Fire Heart looked at her shoulders but aimed for her paws. When Misty Step dropped to the ground he would hit her as she crouched. Fire Heart felt a rush of satisfaction as he leaped, but it turned to confusion as Misty Foot unexpectedly sprang into the air and let him crash into the ground where she had stood just a heartbeat before. She timed it perfectly — as he landed, she thundered down on top of him, squashing the breath out of him.

“Now try something I don’t expect.” she murmured into his ear, climbing off him and backing away. She beckoned him with her tail in an unspoken challenge.

Fire Heart scrambled up, panting, and shook himself crossly. Even Violet Fang had not been so tricky. He hissed and leaped again. This time, as he flew at Misty Step, he stretched out his forepaws. She reared up on her hind legs and used her forepaws to twist him away. As he felt himself slipping, Fire Heart scrabbled with his hind paws in the sand, but it was too late and he flopped heavily onto his side.

“Fire Heart.” Misty Step meowed calmly, as once more he struggled to his paws, “You have the strength and the speed. You just need to learn how to manage your weight and how fast you go, so I can't unbalance you. Try again.”

Fire Heart backed away, hot, dusty, and out of breath. Frustration raged through him. He was determined to get the better of his mentor this time. Slowly he crouched and began to creep toward Misty Step. She mirrored his crouch and hissed into his face as he approached. He raised a paw and swiped at her left ear. She ducked to avoid his strike and reared up, towering over him. Quickly he rolled onto his back, slithered beneath her body, and in one fast movement kicked both his back legs upward into her belly. Misty Step was flung backward and fell onto the sandy earth with a loud grunt.

Fire Heart flipped himself over and leaped to his paws. He felt jubilant. 

"Much better." Misty Step puffed. She stood and shook herself. There was a glint of pride in her eyes as she sat down, steadying her breath. Fire Heart also took the moment to rest.

Then, he realized she was staring at something straight ahead, ears pricked. Curiously, Fire Heart turned to where her eyes led. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary in the undergrowth.

Something knocked him to the ground. He gasped, alarmed, but realized it had been Misty Step. It was a trick! She soon retreated and let him pick himself up, before leaping again. Fire Heart braced himself, but she bowled him over easily again.

“I'm larger than you, don’t try to stand up against my attack. Use your wits. If you are fast enough to avoid me, avoid me!”

Fire Heart scrabbled to his feet again, preparing for her attack. This time he didn’t dig his paws into the soft ground, but stood lightly, keeping his weight on his toes. As Misty Step flew toward him, he hopped neatly out of her path, reared up onto his hind legs, and, with his forepaws, pushed her flying body onward past him.

Misty Step landed gracefully on all four paws and turned. “Very good. You learn quickly.” she meowed, sounding satisfied. Fire Heart felt warmed by her praise. “Let’s see how you deal with something more difficult.”

  They trained until sunset. Fire Heart heaved a sigh of relief when he heard his mentor meow, “That’s enough for today.” She seemed a little tired and stiff but she still leaped easily out of the sandy hollow.

Fire Heart scrambled after her. His muscles were aching and his head spinning with all he had learned. As they trekked together back through the trees, he couldn’t wait to tell Gray Stripe and Raven Shadow about this training session.

He stopped dead. Raven Shadow.

"Something the matter, Fire Heart?" Misty Step looked at him over her shoulder, curiosity in her eyes.

Fire Heart gulped, and shook his head. I need to tell Blue Fur about Raven Shadow . He reminded himself. 

Misty Step kept her eyes on him, but he looked away, catching up her.

As they padded silently back to camp, he felt her eyes on him.