#ruse au’s

[sapphic-catz]

Warrior cats AU idea I had while looking at some art and want some thoughts on it.

Redtail and Tigerclaw as mates, with their kids being Sand and Long. Firepaw having the dynamic (ofc before Tiger officially betrays them) of trying to be friends with his girlfriends rough and tough dad lol

Also. GoldenSpotted. Idk how Bramble or Tawny would work but Swift is just Golden’s adopted son she found in the woods lol

[nightly-ruse]

Maple’s Blood AU~

A au built on the idea of Mapleshade never having her kits true sire found out, raising them as Birchface’s children with a whole support network of cats willing to do anything to help the lost warriors blood.

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So Maple raises her kits who are named Petalkit (nod to Flowerpaw), Pinekit (for Birch, canon Patchkit), and Perchkit (after their real river blood, canon Larchkit). They are helped by their “aunt” Frecklewish the whole time who is so devoted she’s practically another mentor and guardian their whole life. Oakstar is there to make sure their always the most fed, safe, and warm. And Ravenwing who keeps a eye on them to see if they present any special Starclan based skills as the kits of a barley dead cat.

When he got the three reeds sign he instead took it as a sign that the new kits were a blown in blessing to them, a new tool and gift. The final remnants of the beloved Birchface.

In life Birchface was always a light in camp. He was incredibly kind, funny, helpful, and wise for his youth. He always gave any cat advice and was seen as a gift in the dark times. His death along with his apprentices really hit the clan hard especially his family who’d grown to rely on him a lot. Most effected was his twin sister Frecklewish. The two always did have a bond that No one thought could ever break, but no one expected death would sever it.

Once Mapleshade announced herself as expecting with no stated sire Frecklewish bounced forward and asked if maybe they were her brothers. And seeing the possibility of aligning her kits with the leader’s line as well as in a heavily protected spot as the widow of a dead warrior she took it. She would raise her kits to honor their blood above all and make sure they felt the fiery rage that she did when she gazed at the river lands. Those fishy fools wouldn’t except her blood to curse their pools for generations. But she planned for it to seep in and never come out.

When born they were named after the two lost lives and a fish. When asked why a fish name Maple said it was because her little son would grow to take over the rivers that took their father. And so they did.

Petalkit was a sassy little cat that held her siblings together. A lot of her real father’s charism in her words even as a kit. She’d become Petalpaw with the good minded Bloomheart as her mentor. Eventually named Petalfreckle after her close auntie and for the cute little spots across her face.

Pinekit was raised as the cat to hold his father’s legacy the most and he tried really hard to hold it up. But it was a lot, he became rather anxious, shy, and stuttery. Though when he trusted in himself he was a force. He became Pinepaw under Frecklewish herself and named Pineheart for his strong wills even if they could be a bit shaky.

And Perchkit was a real troublemaker always running off and doing things he wasn’t supposed to. He made it to training but to try and show off he attempted to catch a fish off the bridge, except just there was a fierce water beast known as the Wells Catfish which drowned him. His body pulled out by a Riverclan patrol with his real father in its ranks. Both his siblings took his death hard with Pine always having a fear of water and Petal growing a massive anger towards Riverclan.

The curse of a river beast would grow here especially in Thunderclan that warned that if a cat not knowledgeable enough about the river’s tries to test their waters the beast will get them. And if they somehow escape their cursed with a path that will always lead them back to the water until their eventual death.

Pineheart (Fusion of Patchkit and Pinestar) would go on to have a pretty rocky life. His mother was always whispering him to fight against their brother’s death. Their sister constantly toying with every cat. Their only comfort was his aunt who just seemed to get them. And then Frecklewish died, a terrible accident near a snake nest. Her whole gruesome death spent blinded but surrounded by loved ones, her last words as she looked into his face “B-Birchface?”. He never really recovered after that.

Frecklewish lived to when the kits where made warriors but it was here that while doing a solo patrol she was pulled aside by Appledusk and told about his relationship with Mapleshade. While she wouldn’t ever normally believe that slimy tom she can’t help but see him in little Petalfreckle or have some suspicions around her dear Perchpaw’s death. She confronted Mapleshade about it and Maple spilled the beans. Obviously she was horrified and was going to tell everyone and Maple couldn’t have that, she lured her to the snake nest by pretending to of been bitten only to have Freckle get attacked by one of those adders. Even though Maple lied to her the sweet cat couldn’t just let her die.. sadly she wouldn’t live because of her strong loyalty

Petalfreckle particularly became much bigger as a cat. While her brother was looked on as the spitting image of their “father” Petal had the mindset of a great cat. Oakstar planned for her to be his next deputy and she even helped with the kitten stealing raids.

It was from one of these raids where both siblings went on that she died, in a rebellion against the clan cats stealing their kits a ton of strays from the streets fought back (origin of Bloodclan). Her whole throat torn open, suffocating on her own blood.

Now that his prodigal granddaughter was dead Oakstar snatched up Pineheart and made him fast train Sunpaw (Sunfall) so he could be his deputy. While most cats weren’t sure about Pine being deputy they couldn’t argue against their older leader. Only 6 moons into his deputyship did Oakstar die forcing him into leadership far too soon.

And it was a rocky leadership filled with famine, unrest, and almost even civil war. To try and ease the peace between the cats him and his friend Leopardfoot decided they both wanted a legacy and their kits could ease the clans mixed opinions on him and her as a loner who joined. But not even his litter could be good. One kit fading away not even a week after birth and the other two small, especially his little black kitten. He named them Tigerkit and Leopardkit for strength in hopes that’d help, plus it would carry on their dame’s name.

Tigerkit was a little fluffy tom with banded stripes and sharp claws, his small eyes a bright amber. Leopardkit was even smaller with black fur and a white paw it’s eyes light blue.

Their kits were barley into apprenticeship when Leopardpaw went missing, never seen again. Tigerpaw claimed that he’d seen his sibling hanging out around the twolegplace so that must been where he went, it always was small so maybe it thought the softer life of a kittypet would be easier. Leopardfoot was horrified and grew depressed while Pinestar grew angry and sad. Anger at his ancestors for making his life so filled with death. One night as he screamed at the stars he received a message about his true parentage, a apple with maple leaves around it three little apple seeds on the ground before him. This is how he knew the truth of his parentage. He wasn’t the son of the cat everyone thought he was. He was the kit of a terrible river warrior that killed his supposed father!

Angered even more now he couldn’t bear to lie to his only son for his whole life. After talking with his star speaker (Starclan gifted healer aka the great Goosefeather) he told his son the truth. Tigerpaw never looked at him the same after. The stone to shoot down the sparrow was Goosefeather receiving a prophecy of his son being two sided, his fate either of new blood or bloodshed. Not being able to take it anymore he ran. Pinestar left to try and find his lost kit and live a life much kinder. Luckily he was picked up by a kind twoleg who took care of him for the rest of his life. Pine never really found the kit he lost but he swore when he saw those alley cats he saw a cat with the same brilliant white foot. But that couldn’t be his dear Leoaprdpaw could it? Only if he knew.

Sunstar would run after but without any lives as Pine still had his and Starclan couldn’t give lives that were still in play. His reign was quick and gone soon. Taken up by the strong Bluestar who ruled much longer, a fate similar to Pinestar’s except she never fled.

Tigerclaw was expected to be her successor but his power and anger got too much as he tried to strip her of her lives once learning of her kits with a river cat. While he took one he couldn’t get them all and was chased away. But he wouldn’t die all alone. He became the leader of Shadowclan, almost completely took over Riverclan, and had the chance to forever change the clans. Until that cat with a white paw so bright tore him head to tail. The last thing he would hear would have made his stomach turn if he hadn’t already spilled his guts. The black cat and his killer whispered “Goodbye brother”.

The curse of the siblings would continue on.

To Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt, Hawkfrost and Mothwing, Tigerheart and Dawnpelt, all the way down to Lightleap and Shadowsight.

A rather noticeable trend of these pairs having had a third that drowned or died in a horrible way (Flametail in the lake, Tadpole in the flood)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!

[rororoorirooroo]

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tweaked the design and made it clearer to understand in color, very happy with this result !

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[mrfandomwars]

Epic Au - Fake Ody

Okay, I have an idea for an Epic Au that is based off of my theory of what Actually happened if the Odyssey is based off actual events

Which is basically: Odysseus Died either during the war of Troy or on the ride back to Ithaca along with the rest of the six-hundred men he took, and the "Odysseus" that appeared years later is actually a homeless man that Penelope and Telemachus convinced to fake being Odysseus until Telemachus could be crowned King so that none of the Suitors could take over.

Maybe even the skill of stringing 'Odysseus old bow' and shooting through the axes was something Penelope was the one capable of doing (and the bow was actually her old bow that she stopped using ages ago for a reason or another) but because people (or at least the suitors) underestimated her, they thought it was Odysseus the one able to do such a feat; so all Penelope had to do was manage to switch places during the challange with the old homeless man that Telemachus and her recruited before quickly switching back the second the challenge was over before anyone was any wiser, hence passing off the idea that "Odysseus" was actually back (and the suitors were either killed by Penelope and guards or ran away in the middle of the night because They Knew that now this was over they were going to be killed for all the laws and hospitality rules they broke)

ANYWAYS, to the au:

Penelope decides to do that - i.e. recruit an old homeless man to get the suitors out of her palace and Kingdom - to fake being her most-likely dead husband when Telemachus is fifteen ish or so, and this is something that lays HEAVY on her

...especially when the actual Odysseus pops up five years or so later to find a man claiming to be him, to be his wife's husband, his son's father and the king of his people.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Total Drama Psycho Noah AU, after the 'London Adventure' and the truth being revealed, Chris then decides to make this a reward challenge... The reward is that EVERYONE gets to be in First Class, with NOAH... Chris and Noah are curious to see, who will be brave enough to actually enter First Class, after learning about Noah's insanity... How would Courtney + Gwen + Duncan reacts to seeing the video of Noah's insane side showing? 😈 Would Alejandro and Noah still be friends? 😈

Listen, as much as this idea is so fucking funny to me, I really don't think it'd work from a storytelling perspective.

Though (not to push any agendas here, but-) if Chris were to hypothetically have the remaining contestants go against Noah in an enclosed space, in a sort of predator-vs-prey scenario, it'd probably play out something like The Beast chapter in Slay The Princess... without the "eating them alive" aspect, of course.

(Heavy Content Warning for that link, by the way. There's a lot of violence/gore/body horror, among other stuff, by virtue of it being a horror game.)

Maybe he'd lock everyone in the First Class cabin and turn off all of the room's electronics, so the only source of light in the cabin would be the wavering moonlight from whatever tiny windows are dotted around. Noah would use the cover of darkness to his advantage and toy with his competitors in a similar vein to how the Ripper had in their challenge that day, darting silently through the shadows to 'capture' his castmates, picking them off one by one.

It'd be a fun game of cat-and-mouse for Noah. For the others? It'd be a living nightmare. They wouldn't have the luxury of knowing that Noah wouldn't really hurt them, and the bloodlust they'd seen on that screen would be terrifying to watch but downright petrifying to experience first hand. They would be genuinely fearing for their lives, in a way that Chris hadn't been able to prompt since the early days of Island, and the host would love it.

Not that he would do that. And not that Noah would actually attack anyone either. (Without reason to, of course.)

But you are right about one thing; if this AU were to become a fully-fledged story, the London challenge would have to be a reward, just to keep Noah in the competition. Because he literally snapped Zeke's arms like chopsticks- his team would vote him out in a heartbeat just by virtue of him being so dangerous.

Which means the whole of Team Chris (plus Duncan) would be sharing a poorly-lit, structurally unsound cabin with someone they're terrified of.

...Owen notwithstanding, since Owen's a sweetheart and he knows Noah.

But the others would be immediately on guard around him. Noah, knowing there's no reason to keep up his ruse of sarcastic apathy, would probably relish in their fear- he enjoys tormenting people, after all, especially when that torment is purely psychological. So he'd carry on playing the 'unhinged, bloodthirsty sociopath' just to watch the others squirm.

He'd probably make a huge show of still having the Ripper's knife, tucked safely in the sleeve of his white undershirt, and comment that he and Duncan could be 'knife buddies' or something. If only to see how the punk's pierced face would drain of all colour at the prospect of Noah having a sharp object. (Duncan would absently rub at the puncture scars on his hand, to Noah's delight.)

But it'd eventually get boring, I imagine, so Noah would do something to reassure his teammates that he's not some ethics-devoid monster hellbent on destruction. Because having your teammates be in a state of constant paranoia around you would get annoying after a while, and it'd impact their performance in the competition (which Noah isn't really all that concerned with, but Owen is, so Noah doesn't want to do anything to jeopardise their chances of winning challenges).

So he'd drop the exaggeration of his more violent traits, and intentionally show off the unharmful aspects of himself- namely by koala-clinging to Owen and acting 'normally' like they'd done before the London challenge, and/or by approaching Tyler to ask how he was feeling after being stretched on the rack and sheepishly apologise for leaving him behind (showing empathy and remorse, to humanise himself n front of his teammates).

He's insane, not heartless.

As for Alejandro...? I have no idea. Would he even want to risk approaching Noah to find out if their shared comradery was all a ruse? Would whatever tentative trust he had in Noah be completely shattered by the reveal? Or would he be so engulfed by his need to win the competition that he only views this new development as a boon, since now Noah can be more of a physical asset for their team?

It'd probably be a mix of all of these. Alejandro would be left off-footed by the reveal of p!Noah's 'true self' (however much of his 'true self' he's willing to show to others) but I imagine he'd be quick to ally himself with the guy who can break bones like they're chalk and deceive a whole cast of people for two and a half seasons, regardless of any personal misgivings.

[quailxcrossing]

thinkingg..............i might want to post some AU content on here. bc my posts are just seen by my awesome friends n moots and most of them can't see my AU work...but they have no idea the beloved antics i put in my AUs.................i want yall to see the waffle fries human au SO bad

[homocidal-invader]

Lovebug Dib's default response to being asked who he's on the phone with is "my mom" and I definitely didn't spend far too long on this comic

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

(I’m putting this around book 2 just because I don’t want to write the high priests’ reactions rn)

Kalim: Jamil is going to be taking me out of club early to study!

Lilia: Oh no! Jamil really does make sure you pass your classes doesn’t he?

Kalim: I guess, but I like spending time with you guys!

Cater: Bummer! We were getting so far on our new song!

Kalim: I know! I said I wanted to finish it first, but Jamil said no!

Ruse: You should probably listen to him more. You are Scarabia’s Housewarden, its leader. You are the one who has access to information that others would be harmed if they knew. You are the one chosen because you are the one who can use knowledge correctly, so you learn every bit of knowledge you can.

Cater: Are we thinking of the same Kalim here???

Lilia: Ruse, you are right in it being good to focus on your studies, you can’t expect someone to throw themselves into being the only one who knows ev-

Cater: Ruse! I know what Kalim should study first! You still have those books on bugs, right?

Lilia: *whispering to Cater* Cater, what are you doing?

Cater: *whispering back* Getting some extra time with our friend, obvi.

Ruse: My encyclopedias? I have them in my bag, yes. Along with a few diagrams I picked up from the school store earlier.

Cater: Why don’t we learn that?

Kalim: That sounds so cool! But… Jamil doesn’t like bugs… He won’t be able to learn with us.

Ruse: *starting to dislike Jamil*

Cater: You don’t need him to learn, right? We got Rusey Ruse-

Ruse: Don’t call me that.

Cater: We got Ruse here to teach you! Jamil will see you’re learning here, so let you stay while we finish our song! Then Jamil can have fun with his friends too.

Kalim: That sounds amazing!

Lilia: *sees this working, even Ruse to absorbed in getting everything out of his bag to notice he’s being played too* I have a bad feeling about this…

Rosey Ruse.

Jamil's gonna be livid.

[beastenraged]

Saplings and roots

(That's right. It's finally time, finally health has returned for...another section of the Storm Whispers AU! Yay! For @hallowed-nebulae)

We’re just standing there, chilling there, Xehanort and I, when a pink and orange fairy suddenly shows up. Flutters in Xehanort’s face, yelling something about being kept waiting and how rude that is, and it’s frankly pretty hilarious. 

I have to choke back my laugh at his response, it’s simply too much. 

“Can I...help you?” One of Xehanort’s eyebrows go up at the sudden ambush. But he is so totally about to lose his mind on the inside. I can feel it. Somehow. Don’t know how, but somehow. In the itch of my chest. The itch that has spread to the tips of my teeth too, don’t know how for that too. 

“Excuse me?”

Oh wait, did he get insulted just now? I hide my grin behind my hand. Deserves it. 

The fairy puffs up their chest and spreads their wings impossibly wider. “You may be excused if you apologize.”

Those same wings rustle and ruffle out their..scale feather things? Whatever they are for butterfly wings? No idea. 

“Though I suppose I should be harassing your younger self-- but she’s still young and you can’t expect buds to be as responsible and polite as flowers are.”

What a backhanded compliment, whoa. 

The Fae in this Radiant Garden are more...forward than I’m used to, Sure the Gullwings may have ambushed me in a similar way, but that’s only because they wanted something from me, not just to meet me. And I haven’t run into any other Fae like that. No one else. 

That might be because the Radiant Garden of my reality was thrown into Darkness and everyone’s still trying to recover, unlike here where that never happened. Stupid. 

...Great. Now I’m sad. 

My claws scratch at my scarred cheek. A distraction, the best I can manage. While still keeping an eye on Xehanort at the same time. On the fairy that is...Feo Ul? That’s the name whispered to me, from my Heart brushing against theirs. Like I learn the names of other Dream Eaters. Huh, what a name, sounds a bit more mechanical than expected for a fairy. But maybe that’s just me working off dumb stereotypes. 

“And you!”

Huh?

Talking to me now?

I blink my eyes to better focus. Shake my head ever so slightly. 

“What a lovely young sapling you look like! Have you any fae friends, then?”

“I don’t...eeehhh, are...”

I’m not sure how to exactly answer that question. Because the Gullwings don’t really count, seeing how they only talked to me to steal stuff from Merlin. Are Moogles fae? They seem pretty fae with how set they are on contracts and business with non-Moogle peoples. Also them adding kupo to the end of everything. 

Maybe I should ask. 

“Do Moogles count?”

“Moogles?” Feo Ul taps very dramatically at their chin, calling attention to their interested body language with the gesture. “Moogles are far stranger than fae, but they shan’t steer you wrong.”

They haven’t so far. I nod, relieved at the agreement. Don’t need to pick a fight with a fairy of an entirely different reality, that’s how you get curses laid on you. Unbreakable ones. 

“Mayhap they’ll teach you manners, so you don’t become so cruel and cold to your dear branch.”

That latter bit seems more directed towards Xehanort than me, honestly, but I’ll take the apparent advice in the spirit it’s intended. Weird, weird, weird. 

I can tell Xehanort wants to roll his eyes so bad, but he doesn’t. Good. I pat at his arm as a reward for avoiding getting cursed. 

“Thanks for chatting with us, as your, er, saplings?” I try. 

Feo Ul takes a moment to think before settling on a firm nod. One big enough to cause the pixie to drift momentarily downwards before fluttering back up. 

“Come along then, dearest saplings.”

Xehanort and I look at each other. The younger Xehanort is already falling in step. Seems to be just talking to the three of us, not the others who are still talking about who knows what with each other... 

“Um, sure?” I say. 

Satisfied by our compliance, the fairy flutters off all dramatically. 

Okay.

“So...that happened.”

-

The roots of this Radiant Garden reach deep. 

Yet they still welcome the Radiant Nightmare in. They know her, even as they belong to a separate worldstate entirely. A worldstate where it never fell to the Dark these roots creep around. 

She swishes her tail, stretches out her ribs briefly before collapsing them into her chest.

Yet her core of being still yet exists. The Radiant Nightmare is meant to protect Radiant Garden, so she means no harm here. No matter if calamity has happened or not. 

She sighs and releases a gasp of bubbles in the sound. 

The Radiant Nightmare reaches. 

Something very Fae indeed reaches back. 

Hello there! Will you be my friend?

[nightly-ruse]

At last it is done and I can spill all my thoughts. A bday gift for @spottystyle and of his kittypet Tigerclaw au where she runs away after attacking Bluestar and becomes a kittypet called Catzilla. This is her in the garden with Sasha who stays and becomes her mate in this!!!

Long au thoughts below lol

(BTW Catzilla is a trans kitty using she/her)

While drawing I had so many thoughts. Particularly around how Sasha and Zilla work together and had the idea that maybe before Tiger finds her soon to be owners she is just flitting across the land and while on the run bumps into Sasha who had recently lost her home after her twoleg never come home. The two bond over darker pasts thought Tiger doesn’t share much about her own. But Sash is annoyingly curious. Pushing to know any scrap of knowledge about the mysterious cats story. It is until one night as the stars slightly twinkled above them that Sasha knew what was so scary to share. Scared by what Tiger told her Sasha fled away, running to a place much farther away. Now much more alone then she was before Tiger just walked back, somewhat hoping some group of cats would take her. While walking the streets she did hear a few whispers of some scary cat who controlled the alleys but she didn’t mind. Maybe they’d attack her and she’d finally be done with.

Tiger does find a creature who cares. A kind twoleg who took her in and washed away her fleas. The lifestyle she once mocked now was her own and… she liked it. She was pampered with a pretty collar and bright stuff on her claws. Eventually after a long long while Tiger, now Catzilla meets the cat who left so long ago. And right at her paws were three soft bundles of fluff. Sasha had wandered for a long time but hated it and wanted refuge and by some twist of fate, cruel or joking, led her here. Chatterbox was ecstatic at the new cat in town but they could sense Catzilla not being as thrilled. Eventually the family settles in. Sasha is taken in by the next houses twolegs along with her kits and the two make up. The family’s grown so much already. Catzilla, Chatterbox, Livvy, Sasha, Jinx (Moth), Loki (Hawk), and Spell (Tadpole). Little would she know her kits would run back into the cats she ran from. Her little Loki and Jinx heard some tale from a large group of cats. And Catzilla knew who they were the moment the kits told her about them she told them to never go there. But of course they wouldn’t listen.

Out of story I think Loki and Jinx would check out the newly settled clans and actually kinda love them. Jinx becomes friends with the kind plant cats and learns a lot herself about them, particularly liking to spend time with Leafpaw. But Loki liked the opposite. He’d listen to the stories, hold ever battle tale he heard to heart, eventually begging to join. He named himself Hawkpaw to sound cooler joining Riverclan as a warrior apprentice. Jinx didn’t immediately but she was tempted in by little Leafpaw’s words to learn more, acting as a friend to the cats and occasionally staying for awhile. She does eventually completely join being called Mothwing after the sign that was found to get her to join. Spell stays in town but helps in their own way with the church cats (Spiresight = Tadpole AU). Though Zilla and Sasha’s daughter does come back begging for safety after Moth and Leaf have the three. Idk much later maybe Leafpool still goes back to the clans without the kits and either Catzilla, Chatterbox, Livvy, and Sasha raise the three or Moth stays back and raises them. Eventually bringing them back when she’s told by Leafpool too, having been told that the kits left behind hold the power to save the clans in the harshest fight.

[cat-alyzing]

The Sisters

The sisters are the split of group of the first known group of wild cats at the lake called the Archaic Lake Cats. After being given a sign of a horrible wildfire that would destroy their summer site the cats leader Half Moon let the cats decide where they would be moving, to the mountains or far away into unknown land. When counted there was a tie and it was decided that they’d split apart, the cats heading to the mountains becoming the Tribe of Rushing Water and the ones going farther becoming the Sisters.

The Sisters run a matriarchal, crepuscular, and wandering group. They wake up in the early dawn and start traveling, or hunting if their settled, stopping midday to sleep and then doing more at dusk before sleeping in and out during the night. They have a democratic system where the cats choose the next pathfinder or on vote on any decision often with a special stone or object given to them when their fully grown.

Traits include long thin fur, larger bodies, big maws, flecked pelts and strange eye colors, wide thick paw pads for traveling. They have two specific bloodlines from the first Sister’s Stone and Sun. Stone’s descendants have thick gray fur and purple eyes with a white spot on their face and back while Sun’s descendants have warm coats with wavy fur, a darker spot on their chest, and banded stripes.

First Pathfinder was Stone (prev. Smooth Stone) and the Current Pathfinder is Moonlight one of her descendants

The Sister’s Ceremonies

The Shift Ceremony is done under the full moon a year and a half after a kitten is consider a adolescent. At this ceremony the cat is tested on their connection to their afterlife in various ways.

Calling is when a cat calls upon to create a connection to a spirit but not necessarily summon them rather to create a voice to talk to the cat. This is the easiest skill for a Sister to learn but only available to them as no one else can hear the whisperer. A cat practices this by opening up their vessel for a spirit to attach to but not enough to attempt a full summoning often learners figure this out by doing it again and again on their own since it is so particular to the cat themselves.

Pulling is a more specific and done after something has gone may it be a plant or creature to pull a last memory or sliver from the dead. Mostly used to bring back special herbs that have died away. This is done by tracking the site of where the thing passed and fueling it through the cat themselves, this can cause exhaustion if used on larger or long dead things. Practiced by rooting up the dirt under a dead flower and fueling it, once revived the cat has passed the test.

Summoning is easy once mastered but hard to figure out as it pulls the full ghostly form of a spirit and makes them visible to anything watching. It requires to call out and open up the cats spirit themselves for a ghost to latch onto as a anchor, and then the cat will pull them to the living plane. This is easy to hold and maintain but hard to figure out and a little dangerous to do if a spirit is particularly hostile, powerful, or wanting to steal the living cats spirit themselves. Most often done in cases of needing to speak to a lost one, wanting guidance, or advice though a spirit cannot just tell a cat all the truth just what they can process. (So if a cat was found dead a Sister couldn’t just summon the spirit and be told what killed them. The spirit would only be able to speak in already known truths, recall shared memories, or hopes instead of facts)

Singing is a very commonly done practice by the Sisters. They sing to build bonds, pass time, share stories, raise hope, and even to heal. To better connect to those not on the living plane they have sing. The stronger the voices and the more there are the stronger their connection will be.

New life celebrations are held after a cat announces new life and throughout the settling moon. After a cat says their expecting they are flowered with special items like pregnancy related herbs, flowers, stones, and prey to the cat and they are immediately nestled into the center of the sleeping pile. As they find a suitable place to settle the Sisters will create the safety den for them which is very protective most often in bramble bushes, caves, strong burrows, or under thorn bushes. The sisters will stay at this den until the kittens are able to properly travel with them most often around 3-4 moons. If a cat decides to stay with their kittens they are given a goodbye ceremony just like any cat would.

Goodbye gifting is the ceremony done when a cat chooses to travel away. The cats closest to the traveler will give them a special gift that they’ll take with them on their journeys as a connection back to their birth group. The night usually consists of group singing, getting the cat ready for travel, and hunting so they have some prey to set off with. Just before they leave they are touched by the pathfinder and looked upon as a official wayfarer wandering the land for whatever they want, or just to explore.

Life in the Sister’s

The Sisters are a very close group and see each other as all being connecting may that be by blood, friendship, spirituality or love. They often sleep in open areas so they have a habit of sleeping all together in a big pile of cats with certain cats on the inside circle like those expecting, injured, shorter furred, or the pathfinder.

Gender in the Sisters is very self respected. While the pathfinder is matriarchal it depends on the cat themselves, i they see themselves as being able to be the pathfinder by the groups standards then they are. They do not differentiate by the gender of a cat and the only difference being that one cat can carry kits and the other sires them. Nothing more then that. Stone herself was a trans molly and the tradition of looking past many built up ideas is close to their culture. Sexuality isn’t really a idea to the cats since it’s just what a cats like, similar to how one cat prefers birds to mice or fish to bugs.

Their also avid storyteller singing great tales they’ve picked up and grown over time. Their main ones are of the four gods that control aspects of life like life, death, peace chaos. A changed version is seen in the Tribe in their own culture. They also have a story about the “stuck sister” which has ties back to the ancient Fallen Leaves.

The story of the Stuck Sister is a old tale stemming from the loss of Stone and Shadow’s only child at the time Fallen Leaves during is coming of age ceremony. It is sung in parts, the initial loss and the restless grief most often by the lead singer being the loudest and the rest humming along.

(Think the kind of tempo in “Enchanters - Dragon Age: Inquisition”)

“Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves with your fur of red and white. How much you’ve grown and still so small always in a fright. You went inside where there was no light. Lost forever from my sight. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves how you’ve stuck to my mind. I sing to you in hopes to see you in the stars once more. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves where could you be? I should’ve known when the air got cold a thief would steal my shine. My little light oh my little light so bright with heart and mind. Trapped in the stone, no way home. As I grow old and you stay cold I hope to see you then. While I am gone, your song lives on, forever should they know. My Fallen Leaves my Fallen Leaves with a pelt of red and white.”

The tale of trickster refers to the autumnal god known for his many seeds of chaos sprouted across history. A warning tale about the signs if he is near. Said over and over to ward away the beast in its story this tale is most often spoke around prey during autumn.

Autumn Glee forever be a trick of the eye. For fear the changing shadows and darkness soon to blight. He is of chaos and pain always feasting for more. Do not feed the restless Sol or you may be his final feast. Always hungry ready to leap. Stay away from the dying leaves. He will rot your belly and steal your soul. Take your body for a stroll. Then when you get free, he will finally finish the feast. Do not fall for the leaves. Or you will be his next treat.

The Spirituality of The Sister’s

The Sister’s are polytheistic worshipping the gods of each seasons who control the different aspects of life though they don’t heavily worship them. More so showing their belief in tales or comments. They do believe in the planes of existence though. The idea of the living being on one plane, the ghosts, and the passed over. Spirits who are ghosts can be easily called upon and are still trapped on the living plane either by choice or not. The passed over cats are the spirits who have moved on and gone back into the world their energy giving life to new creatures like birds, kittens, mice whatever. They have a code of giving what they take and helping those in need, very often healing those who need it or providing protections.

Their specific connection to the dead is stronger because of their consistent belief in the practice and learning over generations how to best use their powers.

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[rusevampire]

Ruse?

You okay? I heard crashing.

[walks downstairs]

[There's no response, they remain passed out on the floor, face down, twigs and leaves in their hair]

[hallowed-nebulae]

saplings and branches

[in which a fae investigates and causes exciting new interpersonal problems for everyone. @beastenraged ]

It's hot out today, in Radiant Garden. Sweltering, even, if you're some of the less sun-inclinded residents, a kind of heat that sinks into the bones.

Not that anyone would notice, of course, in Midgar, or in the Faewilds. There are far too many trees and haphazard buildings and shadows being cast for it to be too hot, of course.

Now, the residents of Midgar and the Atrium have been all shaken up, recently -- some travellers arriving from beyond the rift, beyond this world, causing chaos and ripples in their wake even without trying!

The Faewilds, though -- the Faewilds are unbothered. The fae are unbothered -- a strange occurrence, uncommon yes, but not impossible, and not never-before heard. Most fae hear the news and think little of it, as fae tend to do.

Not so for Feo Ul, however. Feo Ul is intrigued.

Flitting this way and that, a fae is neither uncommon nor common in Midgar -- Feo Ul is more common than most, their insatiable curiosity often drawing them towards Midgar where the other beings live, the non-fae and fae-touched and fae-born all.

Nothing new here, nothing new there, not there either -- but oh, there! A new face, one they've seen before. The face is older, the hair is longer, the eyes are yellow, but Feo Ul knows that face, don't they? An older, different version of their dear sapling Xehanort (what a cold sapling she is! Not calling on them once!), but a Xehanort nonetheless.

A sane person would watch and wait and consider the points that this is a different Xehanort, and that Feo Ul's sapling has not even become their sapling yet in this time. But -- that is a sane person, and why should fae play by men's rules anyways?

"There you are!" They shout, triumphantly, appearing in a burst of light before this yellow-eyed Xehanort. He startles, and the others by him (two Dream Eaters, that almost-Darkling Ephemer, and that strange not-quite-godling with red eyes) do the same, but why should Feo Ul care about that.

"Can I. . . help you?" Asks the Xehanort, raising a brow.

"How cruel!" Feo Ul cries. "I wait for my lovely sapling to call upon me, and you've simply left me waiting and waiting! My sapling has no regard for his lovely branch, none at all! Such a cold and cruel and heartless thing he is!"

Xehanort scowls, then. "Excuse me?"

Feo Ul sniffs, unheeding of his expression or the thoughts of all the others. "You may be excused if you apologize." They say, very graciously. Not even calling on them once! "Though I suppose I should be harrassing your younger self -- but she's still young, and you can't expect buds to be as responsible and polite as flowers are."

The not-quite-godling chirps at them, and Feo Ul waves a hand at them. "Oh don't you worry, little one, your branch will find you when they need to." Such is the way of Fate and Miracles, after all.

Then they turn back to that Dream Eater that isn't quite so light-blinding. "And you! What a lovely sapling you look like! Have you any fae friends, then?"

The Dream Eater -- the girl, perhaps -- looks at Feo Ul oddly. Perhaps she's confused? She must be young, then, or perhaps there are no fae in whatever world she and her kin are from (though that does not excuse her sapling for being so cold to her). "I don't . . . are -- do Moogles count?"

"Moogles?" Feo Ul taps their chin. "An odd sort, but I suppose. . ." well. Moogles are better than nothing. They nod, decisively. "Moogles are far stranger than fae, but they shan't steer you wrong. Mayhap they'll teach you manners, so you don't become so cruel and cold to your dear branch."

And with that, Feo Ul settles into their decision. This is a strange bunch, but this conversation alone has been more fun than the past two weeks -- these newcomers from beyond the rift may even share their stories! What a wonderful thing that would be! (And if they are unused to Feo Ul's presence, well -- they shall adjust. Eventually.)

[dark-elf-writes]

What if in the Timeloop AU after so many time fighting and dying to Orochimaru Naruto was able to pick out how his Chakra feels.

If he could sense it like the cool scales of a snake dragging over his skin.

If he turned to the Kazekage a month later surrounded by most of the village with ANBU that all feel wrong stationed in the stands and felt it again.