#mr warrior cat himself

[thunderc1an]

November 3rd- Firestar

[whimsycle]

I love fireheart med cat au I need to work on mine more

[bonefall]

Ripplestar’s Rot & The Death of the 5th Oak

[Image ID: Ripplestar from warrior cats sits against a harsh red background. He has a trail of ginger blotches across his face and down his arm. His paw is raised. A moon is behind his claws.]

Rest in peace you ferocious bastard you woulda LOVED Fire Alone

Ripplestar had heterochromia- one eye was a dull black-brown, the other was a bright amber. He was a mostly black tom with a distinctive "stripe" of broken orange ember spots on the colorful side of his body, right across the amber eye. He was thick for a WindClan-descended cat, with a very thick, plush pelt.

When SkyClan was exiled, not everyone agreed with the Leader’s decisions to just let them leave. The Clerics argued and staged a strike, lead by Larkstripe of WindClan. In response, a new law was passed to limit their power... and Ripplekit was taken from his vow-breaking mother, raised as a brother to Gorsekit and Spottedkit.

Birdflight, welcomed by ShadowClan, waited for years for her mate to send envoys to bring her and her kits ‘home.‘ They never came-- So she and her children realized something must be very wrong. If SkyClan hadn’t found a safe place to live elsewhere, then Ripplestar vowed he would make room.

These are the events of Ripplestar’s Rot.

Content Warning: Someone gets squished like a tomato by a falling tree and there is blood, but no gore

Ripplekit

Birdflight’s kits were too young to bring along on Cloudstar’s Journey. Dawnstar graciously extended an offer to take any SkyClan cats that wanted to stay behind. ShadowClan would always welcome helping claws.

ALL of the clerics were united in their fury at SkyClan’s exile. They knew better than anyone else the importance of keeping 1/5th of StarClan in place.

They kept arguing long after SkyClan had left that a mistake was made. It was a fearful time, with the cats of all Clans terrified that what befell SkyClan could happen to them.

The Leaders decided that since StarClan did not cover the moon on that fateful day, they had spoken. This was divisive; Clerics were the widely accepted interpreters of StarClan... but the leaders were correct about the moon.

And no one had a good answer as to what would be done if SkyClan DID return. Their territory was gone.

The argument almost died down... and then the 5th Oak Tree developed a spot of blight.

Larkstripe of WindClan (Larkwing FQ) organized a strike. They told their leaders, “Next time you get sick, we’ll just let you go to StarClan, so YOU can see what they say if you think you’re so smart.“

There was panic. Panic about the blight, panic about the infighting, panic about the human destruction.

Swiftstar, on his last life and dying of treatable disease, tested Larkstripe's resolve. She told him, "If you live, StarClan is telling me I am wrong. If you die, they will decide your fate. Listen or gamble, it is your newest choice, we will see if you made the right decision last time."

When deputy Dalerunner took power, he decided he must crush the strike.

So, the leaders took hard action and accused the clerics of hypocrisy.

Larkstripe had violated the “Cleric’s Vow” and taken a mate, nursing a single kit. In those days, it was a personal vow, taboo but not forbidden by law.

The strike fell apart after Larkstripe was made into an example. Dalestar accused her publicly, saying that StarClan was not speaking to her because of her violation.

The Cleric’s Vow was ratified into the Code, allowing the leaders to better control their medics.

Ripplekit, about 4 moons at the time, was taken from Larkstripe. Birdflight agreed to adopt him. He missed his mother terribly... but bonded with Gorsekit and Spottedkit.

The blight spread.

Ripplemoon

Larkstripe never got to reunite with her kitten... she died shortly before he became a warrior. Some say of a broken heart.

He had his eyes on leadership from a young age. Dawnstar was determined to allow the three kits to grow up to be loyal ShadowClan warriors.

His family used to speak about how Cloudstar would send warriors to fetch them... the fact they never came alarmed them.

His whole warriorship, Ripplemoon watched the blight climb up the fifth oak tree. Talking about it was taboo, even though it was visibly getting worse.

Ripplemoon was an honorable, thoughtful cat. NEVER afraid to defend his reputation, never refusing a challenge. This type of chivalry was important, in those days.

There was only one time he brought up the oak at a gathering. It descended into argument immediately, the clouds rolling over the moon. He thought it was fitting; that what remained of StarClan was a bunch of petty cowards who couldn’t handle reality.

Or a fight.

Being chosen for deputy was a matter of course. Dawnstar wanted a noble deputy to succeed her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for himself... perhaps she regretted putting Larkstripe down so harshly for doing the same thing, so many years ago.

Ripplestar

He wasted NO TIME getting his bones in a row. Dawnstar was barely cold before that first gathering.

”Something has to be done. Five trees, five Clans. You will shuffle to make way, or I will carve it out.“

They Did Not Listen

It was BLOODY. Ripplestar pushed ShadowClan past the Thunderpath, crushing ThunderClan. WindClan took advantage of the fight and tried to push into ShadowClan. ThunderClan clawed for Sunningrocks and put pressure on RiverClan.

There were defectors from those Clans. Everyone had eyes; they could see the tree dying. Not everyone was loyal to the Clan of their birth. The conflict escalated.

...Gorseclaw saw this carnage. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He met the other leaders in secret, and told them about Ripplestar’s last plan... in exchange for safety, in ThunderClan.

Ripplestar never saw this betrayal coming. Gorseclaw was his brother.

The Full Moon Battle

Ripplestar planned for it to be a surprise blitz, for every gathered warrior to make their alliance known, for elders and apprentices to scatter from the battle... but the leaders only brought their most loyal supporters.

Three Clans against One.

Ripplestar attacked Dalestar at the top of the highrock, tumbling and threatening to spill over the side

Gorseclaw grappled with Spottedpelt, and with a fateful strike that would begin a cycle that haunts his bloodline to this very day, he ended her life and watched his golden-furred sibling fade away. 

Just then, lightning crackled out of the sky, striking the 5th Oak at its blighted base. It tumbled forward, and Ripplestar kicked Dalestar off him just in time to realize it was coming right for him.

SQUISH

The oak cracked against the stone where it had killed Ripplestar. One snap at the stump, one snap across the trunk, in a distinct lightning-bolt shape. The same shape that would become Brokenstar’s tail.

Blood dripped down the side of the highrock on both sides, more than there should have been. The moon was red above them.

A horrible curse was laid that night.

The Four Clans would pay for what they’d allowed to happen to SkyClan; and ShadowClan would be rewarded for its harboring of Birdflight by becoming the eye of the storm.

No one else was killed by the falling tree. This was taken as a sign... the four Clans were to remain separate. Three more laws were added to the code, to encourage loyalty and prevent a rebellion like this from ever happening again.

[oflgtfol]

i cant even describe how much firestar means to me like he isnt even a blorbo or anything hes like. a brother to me. hes my best froend. firestar has been with me through thick and thin since i was like 11 i love this orange cat so much

[ndotknees]

Bwahaha!! Thank you for @ ing me in this. It’s actually so true, they’re basically the same character

i had a vision

[smogfromkortalmombat1]

Headcanons for the Lin Kuei trio (Smoke childhood edition)

All random. Some good, some bad, and some very cute headcanons I have for Mr. Smog.

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- Tomas sustained a pretty severe head injury during the night his family (and almost himself) was murdered- this is the scar on his forehead. This led to a traumatic brain injury, which showed up in the form of epilepsy. This showed up a few months after being adopted into the Lin Kuei.

- He grew out of the majority of it with time, medications, ect, however he still has lingering effects to this day that occasionally show up.

- It showed up initially with absence seizures, worsening into partials before he eventually had a full-blown seizure. Bi-Han and Kuai Liang initially started off playfully teasing Tomas when he'd “space off” or “act funny” only to both completely freak out when he seized fully one random Tuesday morning.

- Tomas was a very quiet, clingy child. He always wanted to be near someone (which usually ended up being his brothers).

- He was also incredibly stealthy- he very often gave his older brothers heart attacks by showing up randomly beside them when they least expected it.

- He would also bring them random ‘gifts’ that he thinks they'd like, like a cat. One Kuai Liang still teases Tomas to this day is when he showed up randomly with a wild snake he caught and gave it to Bi-Han after Kuai prompted him to. Bi-Han of course freaked out when the snake was randomly dropped into his lap.

- Due to his sheltered, ‘common’ life beforehand, Tomas hadn't experienced a lot of things before he met the Lin Kuei- movies, videogames, ect, they were all very new to him. Kuai Liang and Bi-Han were happy to show him. He loved all of it.

- Tomas grew his hair out a bit as a kid to try and mimic his older brothers. 

- His grey hair is actually curly, when grown out. Old photos of him has his hair almost covering his eyes entirely, down to his shoulders, curling in every direction. Kuai Liang thinks the pictures are cute though, even if they embarrass Tomas just to look at them. He thinks Tomas looked a little like a puff of smoke. Tomas thinks he just looked stupid.

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I've been in the process of writing some childhood Lin Kuei stuff, and I've come to the conclusion that Tomas has epilepsy because I have epilepsy and that's that. People with epilepsy can still be cool ass warriors, which Tomas is, of course.

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[unicornicdesigns]

Kickstarting this blog off with mr warrior cat himself

[queenofmoons67]

Sir Link, Royal Palace Mouser

Fandom: Linked Universe, Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors

Tags: Warriors-centric, Warriors' POV, Alternate Universe, Warriors is a (warrior) cat

Summary: In which Zelda introduces Sir Link, Royal Palace Mouser, to the newly arrived Chain.

Word Length: 1054

Link walked through Hyrule Castle, stride long and head held high to show off his newest armor. Zelda had commissioned it weeks ago, and it had just arrived at the royal armory that morning. She hadn’t seen him in it yet, though; Link had enlisted the help of a few squires with all the buckles, and then been pointed towards the throne room. Apparently, a group of travelers had arrived, and Zelda had granted them an immediate audience.

Interesting.

Link halted outside the throne room and gave an impatient sniff. The pair of guards at the door jumped.

“Sir Link!” one said, and pulled the door open with a bow.

Link nodded back, but his attention was taken by the scene inside. Zelda stood not on the dais, but in the hall before it, as she normally only did with friends and family. Weren’t these strangers?

Link jogged forward and called her name. “Zelda!” he cried. “Zelda!”

The queen turned to him, face lighting up. “Link!” she called back. “There are some people you simply have to meet.”

Link reached her side, and immediately pressed his body against hers, putting himself between her and the strangers. If they wanted to harm her, they’d have to go through him first.

“Oh, Link,” Zelda cooed. “Did you get your new armor? How does it fit?”

Hands slid under his armpits. Link startled and tried to get away, but he was too slow: Zelda had already lifted him into her arms, fitting his hind legs under one and supporting his front legs with the other.

Link laid his ears back and looked away, sulking. It was so embarrassing when Zelda manhandled him in front of people, but he supposed he could make an exception this once. And only because of the new armor.

Link huffed, but raised his chin so Zelda could see his full profile. Her fingers slipped under the buckles with practiced ease, making sure the armor wasn’t too tight, and then did the same with his scarf.

“Perfect!” Zelda announced, and pressed a kiss right between his ears.

Link sighed. The strangers, Zelda! They were right there! Staring… rather intently at Link, actually.

“Everyone,” Zelda said, cuddling Link close now that the inspection was done. “This is Link. Link, these are your predecessors!”

Link hacked. His what now?

Zelda’s arms fell away, but Link landed easily on his feet. His back arched, new armor bending with the movement, and the surprise-prompted hairball landed right on a pair of fancy shoes. Their owner immediately shrieked and leapt away, but Link simply sat, licked his paw, and drew it over his ear before looking up.

Seven pairs of eyes stared back. Mr. Fancy Shoes with the fancy pink hair streak was cursing in a manner unbecoming of a queen’s presence as he changed his shoes a few tail lengths away.

“So…” one of the strangers ventured, his handsome white cloak drawing Link’s eye. “Is this… the only Link in Hyrule?”

“The only one!” Zelda agreed cheerfully. “Isn’t he adorable?”

Well. Link wouldn’t say adorable, but he was Sir Link, Royal Palace Mouser, and his new armor and Hyrule-blue scarf did make him look quite fetching, if he did say so himself.

“Wild,” one of the other strangers started, his one-eye narrowed on Link. “You’re the oldest in the timeline. Have you ever heard of Hylia choosing… ah…”

A teenager with long, blonde-hair knelt in front of Link and held out his hand, fingers curled inward. Finally, someone with manners! Link sniffed the hand, then purred and moved closer, rubbing his head against the side.

The boy, “Wild,” smelled of the best parts of Hyrule: Forests thousands of years old, fish washed with river snow melt, and the open air. Link didn’t leave the castle often, due to his job keeping it mouse-free, but on windy days, he could smell all of Hyrule from the highest tower’s parapet.

Wild let Link scent him, then grinned up at the others. “A cat? There is one story, about a hero born smaller than most, sworn to protect Hyrule Castle itself. The Sheikah never gave it much attention. Guess they should have, huh?”

The last words were delivered with a scratch behind Link’s ears. He leaned into it for a second, but then backed away at the reminder of his sworn duty. Hyrule Castle didn’t just mean the stones: It meant Zelda.

Looking up, he met the queen’s eyes.

“The story is true,” she said, and clasped her hands over the front of her skirt. “Link used to be a wild cat. I found him the same day I found the Master Sword; they lived together, abandoned in a meadow, and I could only draw the sword when I also held Link. We wouldn’t just name any cat ‘Link,’ after all.”

Zelda grinned wryly, but her gaze was shrewd on the strangers. She judged them for judging her and Link alike, and he leant into her legs to show his support.

“Do you still wish to take him with you, now that you know the truth? Or will you leave him to his duty?”

Wait, what? Link looked up at her, but Zelda’s gaze hadn’t budged from the strangers.

“I apologize,” the one-eyed man said. His voice was firm, but quiet, even in the large, echoing hall. “But even if Link is not who we ourselves expected, Hylia knew who we would find. She means for him to join us.” His eye fell again on Link, softer than last time, and crinkled when he smiled. “He looks well-prepared for a journey. Four is a smith, and can care for his armor. The rest of us will care for him the best we can. I can promise you that.”

Zelda smiled. “And he will care for you in turn.” She knelt and placed two fingers under his scarf, checking its fit again. “Come back to me, Link,” she whispered.

Link nuzzled her arm. An entire war had raged around him, people trying to control him and, through him, the triforce of courage. They had thought it would be easy, with his feline, non-Hylian form. But Link had fought Cia, and he had fought Ganon, and he had succeeded.

He could survive a journey with strangers, for Hyrule and Zelda.

For home.

[End Fic]

I would LOVE to continue this AU, but I'm also hesitant to do a full fic. If you have any ideas / certain scenes you want to see, let me know!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Ok but Fa Ming, Lady Yin, and Mr. Chen's reactions to not only Tripitaka becoming a demon but his 'brothers' being two former Celestial Warriors, a Dragon Pronce, and most importantly, his eldest brother and the one to teach him how to be a demon being none other than the infamous and terrible Monkey King himself.

Prev.

Fa Ming: "But son, how have you've adapted so well to your new form? I've heard tales of most virtuous men going mad from their new forms." Tripitaka: "Well, it wasn't easy... I struggled greatly with my urges, as well as my new physiology. Not to mention being seen as a fellow demon by many of the beings I encountered! I owe Brother Wukong a great debt for teaching me how to adapt." Mr Chen, paling a bit: "Did... did you just say Wukong? As in... Sun Wukong!?" Tripitaka, confused: "Yes? He's been my companion and dear friend since I first began my Journey." Lady Yin, panicked: "Isn't he the infamous Monkey King demon that was supposed to be confined to beneath Buddha's hand?!" Tripitaka: "Well I uh... let him out. And Guanyin made him come along with me as a bodyguard. We've had our ups and downs - including the surrounding incident that led to me retaining this form - but we've both grown emotionally and spiritually within each other's presence." All Three Parents: (*look between each other and sigh contently*) Mr Chen: "If you say he is a dear friend of yours, we will treat him with the respect and kindness owed. Is he around?" Tripitaka, hesitating: "Yes, but I must warn that-" Zhu Bajie: (*casually busts on in tall-pig demon form, holding Wenhou like a football*) Zhu Bajie: "Master! Brother Wujing is claiming that the piglets can't eat oranges - is that true?" Sha Wujing, holding Boguang: "I'm telling you it's true! Felines cannot consume citrus!" Wukong, appears with Tangzi: "That's true for mortal cats, but the rules can be different for demonic big cats. Master still enjoys the occasional persimmon after all." Ao Lie, part-dragon form flying in: "So we can't have candied oranges for dessert?" All Three Parents: "..." ( 0_0) Lady Yin & Mr Chen: (*both faint*) Fa Ming, chuckling: "To think once upon a time you had difficulty making friends, Liu'er!" Macaque, popping in: "Someone say my name?"

Wukong jokingly refers to Tripitaka's parents (and grandmother) as his own family for centuries afterwards. Eventually all three parents would honestly address Wukong and the rest of the Pilgrims as Tripitaka's adoptive brothers. Though it was a little awkward/surprising when the parents saw such powerful figures running around playing with the grandchildren as if they themselves were kids.

All of them mourned the mortal Lady Yin and Mr Chen's passings when they came.

The family still keeps in touch with elder Fa Ming after all these centuries, though the Buddhist master has become creaky in his advanced age.

[smokyjax]

Mr. Warrior cat himself

[ghhostingg]

mr warrior cats himself

[im-not-dare-devil]

Home

Thud. Thud. Thud. 

Bucky’s heart beat against his rib cage, as he laid, motionless on the floor. His chest ached as the pressure in his sternum grew with each beat of his exhausted heart. For the first time in a long time, Bucky wished to go home. But the janky stairwell and smell of Mrs. Norsburg’s perfume and Steve’s crooked smile broken by some bigger guy’s fist wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t wish for the bed he had shared with his sister. He didn’t wish for the comfort of people who knew his name, not his face. 

No, Bucky wanted to go home.  

Home where redheaded assassins ranted about annoying Sitcom characters. Home where Wakandian warriors often broke in to glare at his messy kitchen and offer frozen Toaster Strudel. Home where ex-fly boys smiled pretty and bright, just for Bucky. Home where Friday nights were booked for movie binging, and no one judged when Bucky asked to watch something a little older. Home where it was okay if he had bad days, and his missing arm flared as his confused brain tried to use it. Home where nagging therapists weren’t expecting something that, if they looked just a little closer – if they took one second to understand one thing outside of themselves, they’d never find it. 

Bucky wanted to go home where he had someone to call  baby and doll and sweetheart. Bucky wanted to go home where he could fall into bed next to his best friend and ask him how his day was. 

“Great,” Sam would say on some days. 

“Horrible,” Sam would say on others. And Bucky would paw at his shoulder, until he rolled into Bucky’s chest, planting his face in its place between Bucky’s chin and collar bone.

Bucky had wished for that peace; yearned for it since he was a boy. Since he was ten and confused on why he wanted Mrs. Norsburg’s son to notice him so much more than he wanted her daughter, too. 

What would your mother think, James? A voice that sounded too eerily like some distorted, controlling, disapproving version of himself. 

“You’re too hard on yourself.” A voice sounding like Natasha.

“No one else’s opinion matters.” A voice sounding like Ayo.

“Hang in there, buddy.” The cat poster hanging in the government designated therapeutic service office read. 

Bucky wanted to go home, the ache in his chest subsiding as he regained his breath and pushed himself off the ground. He had been selfless for so long, fighting for some war he didn’t fucking believe in; for some institution who wouldn’t jump to give it’s life for him in the same way he had been trained to give his for it. 

He wanted to go home to his Sweetheart; his Love; his Sam.

[annabelle--cane]

hello, I would love to hear your magnus protocol theories if you have any?

every single one of the following theories are exactly as serious as each other, none of these are jokes at all:

the arg end page on the oiar site saying "all of that was 100% a totally fake training exercise so destroy any evidence you kept or be charged with treason" is such a massive lie <3

the oiar is the new seat of power for the alternate-universe-sorta-beholding. the magnus institute burned down and it simply didn't matter to the dread powers, they just jumped ship and let all their human servants die, which would tie-in to the pitch of protocol being more about systems whereas archives was about personal choices. a single person did manage to burn down the torment nexus institute but it simply didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

lena kelley is alternate jonah magnus's current host

archives 'verse einsamernarr was the one who leaked those statements in 1999 mentioned in mag 68. the timelines don't quite line up, but several time stamps from the usenet forum look rather, shall I say, like they've been affected by exposure to a massive hole in reality that links to a different slightly out of sync universe.

the magnus institute was burned down by a cataclysmically angry mother who realized the extra curricular classes her kid went to was giving them "haunted by ghosts" disease.

gwendolyn bouchard is alternate jonah magnus's current host

hokay one of the arg documents pulled from a floppy disc found at an irl event had a spreadsheet in it written in german with what looks to me like dates and locations of statements (or maybe incident reports...?). I think this might have some clues about the protocol 'verse fear taxonomy, as the notes section of uncorrupted rows seem to have explanations for the events. most of them are "cats lol," but some labels ring bells for me, like "war people / warriors" (slaughter) and "avoid" (lonely), and some don't but are still spooky. "ink" comes up several times, "never again" and "unhappy child" once each. one that took place at a somerset theme park is noted with "mr b," so clearly bonzo himself is also an entity of fear.

lady mowbray is alternate jonah magnus's current host

she's also just a front for funneling money to the great bonzo

I really think that under no circumstances are we going to definitively know what happened to jon and martin from the archives 'verse, but we could definitely see what their alternate selves are up to in this timeline. I've got nothing to back this up but I'd like to see them being evil and doing evil laughs and enacting evil actions.

I shall be real, I have no idea what the deal will be with celia ripley, I just know that it's significant that she's called celia when her alternate self chose that name AND saw a fire ghost woman. here's how agnes montag--[I am shot]

bonzo is alternate jonah magnus's current host

[bonefall]

new blorbo just dropped, do you have any small details you can share about stormcloud?

Mr. Monsterscar himself

Stormcloud, Fernsong, and Sweetbright are all from Hengest. It's the town over to the west, which Clan cats pass by during a Salt Patrol.

He used to be incredibly self-conscious about his massive scar, back when he was a kittypet. Other cats thought it was scary.

So he used to try and make himself look small, and make up for the fact he felt terrifying.

He was at a really low point during the storm. His owners got separated from him and Benny, but he FEELS like they abandoned him.

(They left out a cat flap and were out for a while, and when they came back to the house, they'd evacuated. The flood hit shortly after.)

Unfortunately, the Clan is really quick to confirm this bias for him. They feel it's proof of how uncaring humans really are, and it's a story Stormcloud has really internalized.

"They abandoned me. They never loved us. It's their fault Benny died... but I have a Clan now. The past is the past; let's talk about something nicer."

The confidence boost of joining the Clans was immediate and dramatic. People LOVE his scar, he took to fighting like a natural, and he made a bunch of friends.

Cherryfall, Ivypool, Daisy, Briarlight, Hazeltail... Plus Fernsong and Jessie, who he had only been vaguely aware of before the storm.

You could call him a "gentle giant." He's softspoken, a good listener, and pays attention to people's needs.

Whatever the kitty-equivalent of passing out gatorade at sportsball practice is, Stormcloud does that. He would go get a firkin full of water for everyone.

He REALLY loves to fight, especially because he's just really good at it. He loves the way they look at him with awe when he pulls off some flashy battle move.

He made up this super impressive tree-richochet move after a few years of being part of ThunderClan, which a ton of apprentices and reckless warriors have embarrassed themselves trying to mimic.

Cherryfall is his BEST friend. They're kind of romantic, but also kinda not. They'd get flustered if you pressed them on it but are pretty obviously not gonna make a move without being prodded.

It is very cute to see, though, because it's like they don't even notice how much they look like a couple.

I'd describe him as a pretty smart guy, in the creative sense. He's good at coming up with new ideas and very helpful at a spitball meeting. It's not easy to trick or fool him.

Especially in contrast to Cherryfall who is a moron (affectionate)

He doesn't like to defy authority, though. He was on the Impostor's side during TBC, even though he believed he was wrong and even dangerous.

He kept those opinions to himself, especially since Cherry's dad Berrynose was one of the Impostor's biggest supporters.

[goatunderthebridge]

that pretty boy just bit me! he bit me! are you fucking kidding me-?

thinking about the hq characters whenever I listen to the Warriors album that came out recently (I actually really like it - I watched the film as a kid when I shouldn't have and was so scared of it that this album has healed that fear a little - the bottle clinking is still the soundtrack for my nightmares though).

yes I have daydreamed the entire story, yes you will see snippets of it if this stays latched on my brain for long enough. for now, enjoy my match-ups of hq characters to the main gang members because I have been thinking non-stop about how easy it is to transfer their personalities over since the album was released. if you know nothing about The Warriors (book, film, or album), this will probs not make much sense but enjoy anyways!

tw for anyone who needs it: The Warriors is about gang violence and murder so caution engaging with it + this post thus mentions it briefly

The Gramercy Riffs = Aoba Johsai

Oikawa is absolutely Cyrus who believes in everyone to come together for a common dream (and in turn they build a belief in him). Iwaizumi is Masai and grieves so hopelessly for Oikawa. Aside from the devastating iwaoi, it's funny on a meta-level to imagine Oikawa saying "can you dig it?" when thinking about his serves like no they can't dig it babe !!! But we love you king

The Warriors = Karasuno

Ofc Karasuno are the stars of this daydream. Daichi is Cleon who helps Iwaizumi find the killer gang, obviously renamed Odysseus because that man just wants to go home (although he would defo believe in Oikawa's ideals and want to set things right, even at the expense of himself). Kageyama is his right hand man, Swan (renamed King ofc), and leads the gang back home - imagining Kageyama saying that he has a gang loyal to him makes me want to cry when thinking about hq, trust me and listen to the album whilst imagining Kageyama as Swan. It will change your life.

Suga is Cochise (renamed Polaris/Sirius bc symbolism), Asahi is Rembrandt, Noya is Ajax (we love a fighter who refuses to back down from a challenge), Tanaka is Cowboy (ofc he gives in to the Sirens), Tsukishima is Vermin/Snow (renamed to idk something like Clock bc he tsks a lot and it sounds like ticking), Yamaguchi is Fox and I cry every time I think about him as Fox (currently listening to that song and sniffling as I type). Hinata absolutely is Mercy (renamed Sunshine or something) and I cannot listen to A Light Or Somethin' without thinking about kagehina. They like and want each other instantly but can't express that in the 'right' way !! Kageyama lifting Hinata's face when he's embarrassed being seen by others and then kissing him??? Oh. oh the humanity.

The Rogues (killer gang) = Shiratorizawa or Johzenji

Ahhh the killers (no, not Mr Brightside). I love Luther's character because he is so unhinged for little reason which is why Tendou springs to mind BUT I cannot see Tendou in this. So my mind goes to Terushima (likes fun and pushes boundaries => obvs transfers to being a maniacal villain who kills for no reason (jk)).

The Hurricanes = Nekoma

I just love the idea of these guys acting as alley cats on skates. that is very funny to me. Also: Kenma on skates?? I love that visual. I fully believe he would hate it and either be the only one in the gang to walk or is dragged around by a leash so someone pulls him along on the skates OR Kuroo straight up carries him. Anyways: Kuroo is the gang leader, Kenma is the one who convinces them to let the Crows go because he uses one of his many braincells to realise that they absolutely didn't kill Cyrus (unlike many others in this story).

The Furies = Fukurodani

If you haven't listened to the song about them, please do. I get chills every time - they only come out at night?? Oh yes please, the ideas are flowing. These are the Night Owls with metal bats and painted faces. Bokuto is the leader but I can't imagine him to be willingly silent in a gang hmmm.

The Orphans = Inarizaki

Atsumu and Osamu as twin leaders of a weak but large gang makes me giggle okay? Hinata calling them chickens and trying to get into the Crows' gang? yeah i like that idea. Also the idea that Atsumu follows the vibe of the music album by letting the Crows walk through Orphan Town after flirting with Kageyama and Yamaguchi makes me laugh.

The Lizzies = The Sirens (aka any pretty people in hq not already mentioned in a gang)

Kiyoko is a given as the gang leader who Tanaka falls for and derails the Crows for a little bit. However, as the title suggests, the lines 'that pretty boy just bit me! he bit me! are you fucking kidding me?' are really catching onto my brain and I can't stop vocally stimming with it so maybe we follow ennotana and let Ennoshita bite Tanaka idk.

Honourable mentions: UshiTen as the radio DJs.

That's it. You read it right. Tendou is the radio DJ calling out to the boppers and chilling me to the bone but Ushijima is the one behind the scenes whenever I think about this, ensuring the radio show goes smoothly lmao

And I'm finished :D I really had to get this out lmao I cannot stop thinking about this nor stop listening to the album so this will be something I obsess about for a while longer !!! If you see references to it in future fics, no you don't <3

[skyclan-funny-name-squad]

"Fucker" becomes to annoyed he intentionally goes to a Twoleg to get a better name.

Then he found himself getting adopted before he could flee back to the wilds.

And so ends the tale of Mr Fluffybottom.

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The true weakness of the warrior cat system is they put too much importance on names, and letting other people give them names