#oc: magpiepaw

[rosethorn-zz]

midnight showdown

this is a redraw; original image below the cut

originally drawn in ~february/march of 2021

[hinterland-clans]

in the end, all i hope for is to be a bit of warmth for you when there's not a lot of warmth left to go around

icegaze i love youuuuuu

[kes-trel]

breaking news: dumbshit thinks he's better than everyone else because his mommy said so! more at 10

[fatedheavylion]

Hazepaw and Magpiepaw

Magpie belongs to @as-the-stars-fade-away

[signs-of-the-moon]

Words of affirmation from some Treeclan apprentices :D

(based on a meme I saw done by this wc artist here x)

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Thorn Den (short story)

Previous: https://at.tumblr.com/residents-of-the-darkforest/magpiepaw-and-the-thorn-tom-short-story/64w492d8v9m6 ============================

If asked why Myrtlewing let the she-cat into his den, he would have said boredom. That was true, but there was perhaps more. He suspected it was the fact that she had shown him concern. It certainly wasn’t because she reminded him of anyone important, her black-and-white pelt was too different for that. Maybe he will find out.

He led her through the clearest path in the thorns, twisting and turning where they were fewest, and where only someone familiar with the area knew to tread. It wasn’t his favourite way, he preferred the sting, but it was one she was most likely to follow without much complaint. Finally, in the centre of the mass, the path opened up into a hollow space, enough room for the two of them–as well as Alderstar, Grousemane, and Hootpetal–to move around comfortably. A few more if they rearranged the branches.

“Lay, if you want,” he told her, nodding toward the mass of brown moss in the centre. The moss came in four nests, but they were pressed together, making it technically one. Alderstar’s had many layers due to the tom needing it to be as comfortable as possible. Unsurprisingly, the she-cat chose that one. She didn’t collapse into it, merely stepped in cautiously and sat there.

Myrtlewing wasn’t tired, so he chose to stay on the dirt, rolling to rest on his back. He layed for several long heartbeats, eyes closed and body relaxed, when the she-cat spoke.

“Your name?”

“Myrtlewing,” he answered, ears slightly pricked. “Yours?”

“Magpiepaw.”

“Hmm. Apprentice. You must have done something very bad to end up here, eh?”

“Yes.” Her voice lowered.

“Can’t be murder,” Myrtlewing observed, eyes still closed. “Your eyes wouldn’t still be black.”

The moss rustled. “They’re black?”

“Mm-hm.” 

“Why?”

“Why wouldn’t they be?” Myrtlewing’s tail flicked lazily. “Did you kill someone?” His question fell unanswered. He blinked open one eye and glanced over to see Magpiepaw staring blankly ahead of her. “You certainly aren’t responsible for their death,” he went on. The air was thick, and he wasn’t in the mood to make someone suffer. Not now, anyway. Maybe later. “Something else, perhaps. Break the code?”

He heard more shuffling. Turning his head and opening the other eye, he could see Magpiepaw twisting around in frustration. “What is it?”

“It itches,” she told him, nodding to where her tail should be. It was torn close to the base. Peering at it, he saw how poorly bandaged it was. 

“You can feel something that’s not there? I’ve heard of that before.” He stood up and padded over. Magpiepaw’s spiked fur raised further, and she shrank back a bit. He sat behind her and reached his paw onto the stump. She flinched at first, but reluctantly settled and let him massage the area. It was working, if the relief in her eyes were anything to go by. 

When his paws were tired, he stopped and padded back to lay in the dirt again. “Herbs work better,” Myrtlewing told her. “I don’t know if there’s any here, but no waste looking. I could use something to do.”

“Can I go?”

“Away? If you want.”

“With?”

“Oh, with me? Yeah, sure. We can go tomorrow.” Was she speaking in less and less words? They seemed to grow quieter too. Maybe she was just sleepy. After just dying, it makes sense. Silence fell over them for a long time, during which Myrtlewing shifted onto his side, and Magpiepaw laid to rest her chin on the edge of the nest.

“Who’s Alderstar?”

“Hmm? Oh–” Myrtlewing yawned. Her sleepiness was spreading to him, apparently. “My mate.”

“With Hootpetal?”

“Yeah, we share him,” Myrtlewing smiled. “Grousemane’s all mine.”

“That allowed?”

“It’s the Dark Forest, kit, everything’s allowed here. Killing kits is frowned on though, so you’re probably safe.”

“Coming here?”

“Eventually, yeah. I’ll explain your presence to them.” He chuckled. “Alder’s gonna be mad you took his favourite spot.”

Magpiepaw raised herself.

“Sleep. He can suck it up.”

Magpiepaw lowered herself slowly. “Nice?”

“They’re nice.”

“Warm.” Magpiepaw murmured softly.

“There’s many thorns, but that means they keep out the cold. Or heat builds up in here, whichever it is. Any ideas?” No answer came. Myrtlewing glanced over to see her curled in the nest, her breathing steady in an indication of sleep. 

Myrtlewing padded out of the den, taking his preferred path until he was at the entrance. Then he sat, wrapped his tail around his paws, and let out a massive yawn. Alderstar, Hootpetal, and Grousemane were going to have tons of questions when they got back. Hopefully he’ll be able to catch a wink before then.

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--Not in my best ‘writing zone’ if you could tell, but glad it’s finished for now!

--Remembered that Magpie is a selective mute, so here’s my explanation: being dead + everything else rocked her so much that she forgot about a big thing of her own personality. It gradually comes back, hence speaking less and less words.

This is unless it started with death, in which case the same thing only she didn’t forget a big thing of her own personality, it just became one.

 --Myrtle left so that he could explain the situation before they came in and saw this random kit in their nest.

--She’s just wondering if having multiple mates is allowed because she (presumably) never heard of a poly before and thought it might be cheating, since that’s the only form of having multiple mates she knew of.

-- @ambitiousauthor

[speckledream]

Yay, all of them together!!

Silverpaw with her siblings, Cloverpaw and Magpiepaw ♡

[itsnotmourn]

two questions I need to pop out before I start rendering my fanart / or just coloring

What are the spookez warriors names? My best guesses are Bonekit and Pumpkinkit but I'm not sureee

Oh and....will we ever get to see Streber/Sablefangs friends as warrior cats

I remember having a warrior cats au like two years ago but I privated my Twitter cause I don't really like that place, and now another person made huge world building that I like???? Hell yeah!!!!!!

Also little idea that the Hatzgang wandered out of camp as kits and found the hats so Magpiepaw/aka kid Kevin had to deal with them 😭

hello yes pretty much !!!!

since "skid" and "pump" are nicknames, their real names are not revealed so to the colony, it’s actually just "bone" and "pumpkin", and they look at this (might tweak pumpkin's colours though)!

pumpkin sticks a... stick in his tail to make it appear like the plant, and the "white" parts of bone's fur is just a weird mixture of ash/dust/clay... he dyes it like every day.

i have an alternative design where they actually wear a skull and pumpkin, soooo there's that!

i’m always a little hesitant to include streber's friends in anything as they’re still other people’s ocs so while i probably won't include them in the au, i’m open to making quick concept designs for them :]

and valid for that! warrior cats will never die… i think a few other people have a warriors au too, so i’m definitely not the first nor the last!

and PLEASEEE that’s so cute <33 i actually drew the hatzgang with hats a LONG time ago... they're aren’t encouraged to wear them LOL

[spacefreckle]

DAY 2 OF OC-TOBER!!!!!!!!! new oc :) i made her ummmm Yesterday actually (?). arguably i also made him four years ago making him Not New but it doesnt count it doesnt count <3 bwaah

its my silly self insert for... danganronpaa...... i have my qualms with the games for obvious reasons but i'm a fool if not entranced by um. Girls

hotaru uses it/she/he !

the aforementioned girlfriends are under the cut... <3

(only part of the template bc i havent finished it yet; template found here by @/magpiepaws!)

[karamaranth]

Another warrior cats oc Magpiepaw is an ex windclan apprentice who end up in the dark forest. She harass an other apprentice until he flew from the camp and was eaten by a fox. The same fox who killed Magpiepaw in the end. Now, in the darkforest she enjoy her time too much. She didn't stop her harassing habit and make fun of the other cats in the dark forest. She's a little pest, who cannot be arrested somehow, nobody caught her even tho everyone tried.

[peppermint-moss]

Warrior oc design commissions from October!

commission info || tip jar

[froody-matriarch-of-bleu-cheese]

Sheepflight, being timid, and socially awkward, has few friends. Orchidsong, the medicine cat is one of them, and the two of them spend a lot of time together. Sheeplight enjoys helping out in the medicine den.

She gets on well with Orchidsong's apprentice, Magpiepaw. A clever but snarky and rambunctious young tom. He's in some ways the opposite of his optimistic, friendly mentor, but the two of them balance each other out.

Some Riverclan OCs from my Warriors AU verse.

[hinterland-clans]

huevember day 19: berrysplash, ft. magpiepaw! couldn't resist drawing her too.

[sundrownclans]

Fireclan: Swift & Battle-Ready

Fireclan are a sort of shadowclan and windclan fusion. They run upon the open moors and dodge the fires of greenleaf. They are always ready for a fight and delight in adrenaline rushes. They are lean, mean fighting machines!

Camp time: They have no nests and instead sleep in a giant pile in the centre. The ranking from centre outwards goes like Queens/kits>Elders>Apprentices>Warriors. The leader’s and Medicine den are both dug out. On extremely stormy nights, queens, elders and apprentices will cram themselves into the medicine cat den while warriors will rotate in the leader’s den.

Leader: Foxstar (6/9 lives) Deputy: Darktooth Medicine Cat: Spottedbrook

Tradition time

Courting: Fireclan cats don’t put a big emphasis on relationships and polyamory isn't some big taboo. Every cat loves each other pretty much. In terms of courting a specific cat, they’ll challenge them to a battle and the two cats will spar. If the challenger wins they become ‘mates’. Only if the loser accepts, of course.

Battle time: When it comes to border fights, if Fireclan is aware of the upcoming fight… the medicine cats will harvest the mass amount of death berries on the hill of little lake and mush it up in a form of body paint which the participating warriors will roll around in for the battle. Other clans have learnt that you do not bite them. When done, the warriors will ignore all wounds and immediately cleanse themselves in the ocean. While this is an easy way to clean wounds, warriors have died because they haven't got the medical care they needed in time.

Name time: Full warrior names are rarely used because all cats tend to be close. They prize brutal names and renaming is common. Names like Brokenface seem cruel to other clans but cats in Fireclan love the intimidation factor.

Rank up time: While an apprentice may be granted their warrior name, they will not be considered a warrior until the do a ‘fire run’ which is where they grab a stick, grab some fire from a wildfire and bring it to a specified area to burn and smoke out prey, much like a firehawk. It’s a similar process from warrior to elder, to do one last ‘fire run’. Medicine cats are supposed to make the pre-battle body paint.

Story time: A common legend is how Firestar figured out how to make use of fire in smoking out prey, it normally goes along the lines of how he observed a Firehawk and copied it, as well as taking its name.

Another legend tells of Ravenwind, a she-cat who was born blind yet became the swiftest hunter Fireclan ever had. They say she single-handedly saved the clan from starving in leaf-bare. They also say Star granted the entirety of the night sky for her to roam upon her death.

Extra time: Because there is no nursery, newborn kits and mother will spend the first moon in the medicine den. When out, Queens ‘chickening’ kits isn’t uncommon. There are also constant lookouts on duty watching for hawks.

Saying time: For a clan meeting, a leader will say ‘All cats for which the fires run’ which is an odd phrasing but has overtime become a leader thing and something to say to a fireclan cat to wish good luck.

[fatedheavylion]

Inside the lorekeepers den Magpiepaw belongs to @as-the-stars-fade-away

[signs-of-the-moon]

Happy pride 2023! Here’s the first batch of this year’s pride icons, featuring some of the cast from Moon High. Is there anybody you’d like to see a pride icon for? let me know!