#nursery den

[splinterclan]

I gotta ask, where's Vine and Lark at when the ceremony takes place? I don't think I see them next to Pansy or anyone else

They were probably just still sleeping or maybe peaking out of the Nursery to watch! I honestly just forgot to draw them in :''D

[climbdraws]

I like how in early books clan cats just slept under bushes and called it a den while later books have them literally weaving branches and leaves together to create a den

[harriertail]

i would have loved to see briarlight move into the nursery after fernclouds death and ‘take over’ as nursery help

[baylardian-1]

Tin had her litter WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :)

[elementclangen]

Moon 165-Leaf-bare

Despite the healers' best efforts, Goldenpaw (7) caught greencough and died.  Amethystdapple (92) and Fry (72) are shocked to have lost a kit and wish there was something they could have done to protect her.  Chervilcry (144) is sad to have lost her first apprentice and the hope of the Clan having a mediator when she retires.  In brighter news, Rustsong (34) and Wildcave’s (48) kits have been made apprentices. Finchpaw (6) has been apprenticed to Pigeonspot (34).  The warrior is excited to have her first apprentice, even if Finchpaw is powerless.  Daisypaw (6) has been apprenticed to Rabbitfur (21), giving her her first apprentice.  She’s a little disappointed, as Daisypaw’s wind magic is so weak she may as well be powerless.  But oh well.  An apprentice is better than no apprentice.  And she finally beat her sister at something!  Halfpaw (6) has been apprenticed to Chiku (99) , in hopes that the warrior’s responsibility will balance out his adventurous tendencies.  Riftpaw (6) has been given to Fry, to help the young cat lighten up a bit.  The nursery feels a little empty without so many kits around.  But the apprentices' den is full!  And Palekit (5)doesn’t mind having some extra space, at least for a little while.  It turns out that part of the reason he is having trouble fitting in is because he can’t see out of one of his eyes and cats keep startling him.  Meawhile, Gladepatch (41) is proud of how much more open to dark-cursed cats the Clan has become.  Primpaw (7) doesn’t have to face anywhere near as much prejudice as Creekstar (19) did when she was an apprentice.  And she doesn’t seem to hate or fear her powers like Gladepatch’s father and son did.  The changes in the Clan are good.  An injured former loner named Shard (62) joins the Clan.  She has a water-blessing, and her name reminds Chervilcry of Shardfrost.  Could it be a coincidence?

[amethyst-halo]

rewrite thoughts i'm thinkin abt having alderheart switch to being a caretaker post move-to-shadow-to-be-with-his-mate-and-kits-post-tbc. like he helps in the cleric's den when needed but he decides to just vibe and babysit instead

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

may I perhaps have some rootspring x genderfluid (he/she/they pronouns) shadowsight hypokits?? :0

Warriors Ships Hypokits: Genderfluid!Shadowsight x Rootspring Edition

In this AU, Shadowsight is a warrior instead of a Medicine Cat, and Rootspring and Bristlefrost are just good close friends. Poor Shadowsight doesn't know this though and assumes that the two are in love and together. They push down their feelings and pine after Rootspring in silence for ages until Bristlefrost (who doesn't get her soul destroyed and lives) literally drags the two of them together and tells them that they both mutually like each other and that they need to figure things out. The whole encounter is incredibly awkward but very helpful and by the end of it the two have become mates. Shadowsight moves to SkyClan to be with his mate. Mama Dovewing and her sisters wish her well while Papa Goldenstar ugly cries (one of his babies has found love!!!! he's so happy!!).

They have three kits together:

Bristlewhirl- dark brown tabby molly with unusual swirling stripes and amber eyes (the obligatory Tigerclone of the litter). Cis molly, omnisexual. They use they/them pronouns. Named after their godmother Bristlefrost. Bristlewhirl is very odd, to say the least. They are often found staring into space or seemingly talking to something or someone that isn't actually there. They don't seem to be all there most of the time, and they make a lot of nonsensical comments out of nowhere. As it turns out, Bristlewhirl has the ability to communicate with spirits similarly to their grandfather Tree, but the only spirits they can speak with are from the Dark Forest. Their family worries about them a lot due to the fact that they don’t seem to be able to turn the ability off and that they often experience violent visions due to the influence of the evil spirits. Time will tell what their future will hold, and what they will do with their powers... They are kept closely monitored in camp, and are a Builder.

Dovetalon- small and fluffy gray tabby molly with blue eyes. Cis molly, lesbian. She uses she/fae pronouns. Named after her grandma Dovewing. Dovetalon is the polar opposite of her namesake personality-wise- sharp-tongued, argumentative, and stubborn. Fae hates that fae are considered to just be “small and cute”, as fae wants to become Deputy someday and to be taken seriously. She overcompensates by overworking and being overly argumentative in order to make herself appear more suitable as a Warrior and a Deputy candidate. Unfortunately, this also means that fae have few friends and are not particularly well-liked by many. Dovetalon is also the primary defender of her two siblings and often squares off against cats who mock her brother Goldpatch for being a Den-Father and suggest her sister Bristlewhirl is evil because she can speak to Dark Forest spirits. She is a Climber Hunter, and does eventually become Deputy. 

Goldpatch- dark gray tom with golden patches and blue eyes. Trans tom, aromantic asexual. Named after his grandpa Goldenstar. Goldpatch is a kind and gentle cat who is all-too aware of his faults. He isn't good at hunting on the ground or in trees and isn't a fast runner either. While his talent of being an excellent kit-sitter does a lot to help his clan, he struggles with the thought that he isn't really providing anything and is just sitting around in the Nursery doing nothing while his clanmates do actual work. This is disproven one day when a fox attacks the Nursery and Goldpatch fights it off single-pawed, preventing it from harming the monarchs and kits inside. He becomes a lot more confident after that and is even more happy and content with his role in the clan. He is a Den-Father.

[nightly-ruse]

Doing a big art piece for Spotty and I just love drawing plants. Like it takes a long time and gets a bit boring after a while but it also is just so cool seeing the environment come to life. Here’s a lil wip to show :)

[kennykoo]

Finding some old nursery rhymes

The more I think about it the more it feels weird

[nomaishuttle]

ok yayyy robinfreckle time...

[splinterclan]

Moon 21.2 : Going horizontal? Also Siblings <333 Also also this marks Pansy moving back into the Med den and Cedar becoming a nursery King (for as long as there's kits in there!)

[puphoods]

howww am i going to organize this... my fire subclan has their own tab already thank GOD but i need to sort the fucking mess that is everything else... i suppose i should first clean up and sort by "definitely lore-relevant" "could work into the lore" "not lore but keeping" "CHOPPING BLOCK" for now

[loudclan-clangen]

Silly question but what do their kits call Silt? Mom, Dad, some new made up word, "Parental Unit"? Do they and Owl take turns, like Silt is with them at night and Owl takes care of them during the day while they're out on patrol and training Cavepaw?

They call Silt "Ama", at least while they're little. As they get older Siltsplash prefers to just be called Silt instead. They and Owlstar take turns theoretically. Owlstar loves to hang out and play with his kits, and Siltsplash is more than willing to step away and let him take over for a while, but he gets a bit bored during the actual parenting moments and has a bad habit of just handing them off to whoever's closest when he decides to go back to work. (He does not believe that the apprentices should be banned from babysitting. It wasn't their fault that an eagle came by, it could have happened to anyone!) He'll take more responsibility as they grow and can do more fun things together. Weed, Silt, and Fierce all rotate through the nursery for the most part, and as they get older it's more and more common to find a gaggle of kittens doing simple jobs that require minimal supervision, like cleaning out old dried herbs in the medicine den or pulling up roots that are encroaching on the training area. Basically just something to keep them busy but also within sight while the adults do their job. It helps a lot that Cavepaw's leg keeps him from travelling too far up the mountain, so Silt spends less time outside of camp than they usually would.

For anyone who asked how Eklutna would have been as a mother, here you go. She loves all of her sons equally, she just loves the strongest ones more. (There wouldn't be any weak ones if she had been there to raise them.)

Please enjoy these mini-comics of Silt and their babies cause we only have 1 moon left before they become apprentices!

[kudossi]

only god can write this script

“I’m, uh,” Lionblaze mutters, his tail sweeping behind him, “sorry for your loss.”

You would be, wouldn’t you, Dovewing doesn’t say, because she’s ex-ThunderClan, because she’s ex-prophesied, because his sister died for hers and because he’d wanted to kill her son, because she’s the leader’s mate, because her feelings about the cat who practically kidnapped her from her family to raise as a substitute for another are complicated and thorny at best. “Thank you,” she says at last, like she’s expected to. The diplomacy Tawnypelt has spent so long teaching her tastes rotten on her tongue.

Lionblaze wipes his mouth with one paw. Dovewing’s sister is ThunderClan’s deputy now, not him. She wonders how he feels about it. She wonders whether he thinks Hollyleaf should be there instead. She wonders if, just as she had been, Ivypool is just another substitute for a black cat with too-sharp eyes, too much potential. All wasted, of course, because StarClan was nothing if not good at wasting.

She wishes she knew why the she-cats suffered most. She wishes she didn’t know that they did.

She wishes Rowankit had been born a tom, sometimes, in her darkest moments. If he had, he wouldn’t be dead. “Simple as that,” she’d said to Ivypool last Gathering.

“Simple as that,” Ivypool had echoed, hollow. Bristlefrost had died for — what, exactly? So that more toms could live? So that the she-cat didn’t get the happy ending?

“There are never any happy endings for us,” Hollyleaf had murmured to her the morning of her death. The implication had been clear. Dovewing had stared at the only cat who ever understood her with wide, dry eyes until Hollyleaf had set her chin on Dovewing’s head, and then she’d been helpless not to lean in, a sob rattling her chest as she did.

“I approve,” Sorreltail had grinned at her as Briarlight had hissed defiance at the idea of being evacuated.

“Do I need it?” Dovewing had wondered.

“No,” Sorreltail had answered, simple as anything. “If it’s Briarlight, wonderful. But if there lies something for you outside of these borders — take it. Take it and never look back.”

It was the last time she had spoken to Sorreltail until she was cleaning her blood off of Lilykit and Seedkit as another panic swept over the camp. And even then, she was only speaking to a corpse, reassuring a cat who wasn’t there anymore that her kits would be okay.

(And Seedpaw had drowned to keep a stick — the closest memory of her mother she had — in ThunderClan’s possession. Dovewing had wept that night, inconsolable. Another daughter lost to the memory of her mother, a mother who had died because she had been expected to be a mother before a warrior, a mother despite the worst of wounds. A beaver’s dam bursts and is built again, over and over, until Dovewing’s coat drips with invisible blood.)

“Nursery work isn’t simple,” Ferncloud had smiled once, taking her through each task. Her demeanor was gentle, but the undercurrent was hard. Bumblepaw hadn’t taken this lesson. She knew that Lionblaze hadn’t, either.

“Why us?” Dovepaw had asked, looking up at her.

Ferncloud’s gaze, fixed on a point deep in the den, snapped to hers as if pulled there. “Because it’s only us,” she had said after a moment.

Less than a year later, Dovewing would step through Ferncloud’s blood to block a Dark Forest shade, all murk and mire and claws made of filth, from taking a bite out of her corpse.

“Don’t have another litter,” Lionblaze says now, callous in his way. “It never ends well for us.”

She knows — oh, does she ever know — that. No one star-touched could get away with a second litter, not if the stars had touched you young, even if they took the blessings they’d given away. Lionblaze’s first litter had led unremarkable lives — Hollytuft, despite her namesake, was quiet and unobtrusive; Fernsong had stepped a little farther than his bounds with Ivypool (and had paid for it, perhaps, with their daughter drowning in a lake made of rot); and Sorrelstripe’s history seemed to begin and end with her own litter (another dam, rising high; Dovewing looks away, now, because the alternative hollows her chest with rhythmic scraping of dulled teeth — pain comforted by pain). But the second? Two of them kittypets, the third an active rebel who had lost her mate to her own leader’s claws? A gentle fate, all told. They were all still alive, but what did that matter to him? Did the shame of having two living kittypet children outweigh the idea that both were alive, that both were happy, that he could visit them if he cared to?

“He shouldn’t have allowed it,” Jayfeather had said, his blind eyes staring into Dovewing’s soul.

“I shouldn’t have allowed it,” Lionblaze had said, anger toying at the end of every word.

But Dovewing had wanted, and now her tiny, perfect son is dead. “I won’t,” she says, hoarse. After all, she hadn’t ever been allowed to want. What had she expected? That StarClan would grant mercy to one who had only ever done their bidding?

“Guess some of us have to learn our lessons,” Lionblaze mutters. He scratches at an ear and averts his gaze from the direction of ShadowClan’s medicine den when someone stirs within.

Dovewing wonders if she can muster up the energy to be truly angry. She wants to be so badly, like one might want to escape sharpened claws dipped into soft flesh, but it’s hard to muster in this cruel, gray world without her son, with only callous gods to stare down at her. “Guess so,” she says, and wonders which god wrote this script she’s living. Her losses burn hot in her throat, the injustices as cold as ice, but Lionblaze could never fathom a story more unhappy than his own. “I guess so.”

[cupid-ghoul]

oh man that was a nasty fall, are you okay? HUH??

... the ghouls getting sent back to the pit???packs being torn apart by the cruel hand of the clergy as they simply get discarded like unloved toys??? the ghouls being scared that if they're not productive they'll be sent back???

hahaha you're so funny you must have hit your head ...

all ghouls are safe and sound and most importantly happy together in the den. they're having a snuggle pile as we speak. omega and alpha are retired and love helping out in the kit nursery, they're everyone's dads. ivy and mountain love tending to the strawberry fields together. dewdrop, ifrit, phantom, and aether are cuddling right now.

I don't know what you're talking about, silly... the ghouls are just fine :)

[fandomnerd9602]

The Last Three Months

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

The last three months of your human-doe hybrid mate’s pregnancy were eventful to say the least. The nursery was assembled. The weird cravings came and went. The mood swings were mild. But yet the last three months were still so eventful.

In the seventh month, you and your happy brood went to the doctors and found out the gender of your little baby.

“I’m hoping for a little brother!” Billy, ever the energetic little buck, jumped around the room in excitement.

“Three bucks in one house!!” Tommy exclaimed.

You and Wanda could only look at each other. Three little bucks would almost be too much. But Wanda gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

The doc came in a second later, “are you all ready to find out?”

“Yes we are” Wanda giggles as she nuzzles you.

The doc brought in a little pink balloon and handed it to Wanda, “congratulations”

Wanda couldn’t help but squeal in delight. The doe couldn’t contain her excitement, a little baby doe of her own.

“What?” Tommy exclaimed, “I’m gonna teach her how to spit when she’s old enough!”

“We’re gonna hurt anyone who tries to hurt her too!” Billy chimed in before head butting his bro. Barely six years old and they were energetic as ever.

Then came month eight, the boys were a little over five at this point. And so it was time for kindergarten. Wanda couldn’t help but cry as she saw her little boys happily run into their kindergarten classroom. The human children didn’t care that Billy and Tommy had little antlers. The sight of hybrids and humans painting pictures and drawing together gave you hope.

You wrapped a loving arm around your mate as you guided her out to your minivan. “They’re gonna be alright” you whispered in her ear before kissing her forehead gently.

The boys experienced a few firsts. First friends, first bit of homework. It all was the start of a wonderful school time.

“Sooner or later, they’ll be in college” Wanda gave you a weak smile.

“Yeah we still got a while before that” you joked. You and Wanda went back to the Sanctuary and got back to work. Although you and her still take lunch breaks to cuddle on your office couch.

And finally came month nine. Things were getting close, dangerously close. Wanda was actually starting to worry, how come her due date was so close and yet, she didn’t feel any sort of signs.

In her worry, she approached her brother and best friend. Natasha was happily attending to chores in her on site den, a regular hangout spot for the wolf and deer hybrid friends.

“You think your little doe might be in trouble?” Natasha asked.

“I was in a haze last time for my entire pregnancy. I have no experience!” Wanda explained.

Pietro came around and clanked his antlers with hers, “sestra you’re fine. The little baby just needs a bit more time. That is all”

Wanda took a deep breath in and out. Just having her support system always provided a bit of relief for her.

“A-are there ways to induce childbirth?”

“Two ways I know of” Natasha shrugged, “spicy foods and…love making”

Wanda couldn’t help but blush. “I-I don’t think Y/N would want to make love to me when I look like this.”

“I do not want to know” Pietro put up his hands and quickly tried to leave the den.

“Oh please Pietro! We make love constantly, you big baby and you don’t seem to mind!” Natasha blurts out before immediately folding her ears behind her head in embarrassment.

Wanda giggles and laughs causing her brother to try and bury his head in his own jacket.

“You’ll solve it Wanda, I know you will.” Natasha reassures her best friend.

Wanda gave it some thought.

That evening, you made dinner for your family and put the boys down to sleep. You trudge along and went back to your living room couch, turning on the TV and tried to relax. Wanda saunters up to you and sits in your lap.

“Hey my doe,” you gave her a soft smile and began rubbing her lower back.

“I need you” she whispered as she buries her head in the nape of your neck. “Will I be a good momma?”

“You already are, my love” you reassure her. You kiss her shoulder as a little gesture of affection and affirmation.

“My first baby girl. And I get to have her with you. You’re gonna be such a good poppa.”

“You’re gonna be such a good momma” the two of you shared a gentle smile.

Wanda felt so loved in that moment, she had everything she ever needed. And then came a sudden little feeling of wetness.

“Detka?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s time” she gave you a little nervous laugh.

This baby’s got amazing timing.

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