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Some fanart I've drawn recently for Cleo Dragon's (dreamyfox25 on instagram) Third Life/Warriors AU "Loneliest Roads"
#i've defaulted to drawing myself every time there's empty space on a canvas#also yes i know these don't necessarily look like cats#that's what happens when you're indoctrinated into the warriors fandom at nine#designs belong to cleo dragon obviously#loneliest roads#loneliest roads au#warriors#warrior cats#life series#life series au#third life#mcyt#fanart#art#digital art#grian#feathersight#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#scarpelt#gtws jellie#jelliekit
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oohhh warriors ocs!
Could you share any info on them?
yeah!! I love talking about my silly clan :)
this is gonna be a long post
so firstly, the clan i shared in 1 of my 4, they are Gravel Clan. a clan that lives in a cave behind a waterfall. the clan territory as a whole is rather empty, mainly consisting of gravely ground that is always damp. The heat getting so hot outside and a lack of shade leading many cats to spend all day in the camp if not on patrol and apprentices are only allowed outside at a slightly later age so that their paws build a resistance to walking on the hot gravel ground.
The other clans are Marsh Clan, Bush Clan and Rock Clan (I can explain them and the relations to Gravel Clan another time
Might just make a little allegiances (not really) for Gravel Clan here (gonna have pics here too so you can see who is who):
Leader:
Robinstar: The oldest leader at the moment in the clans, he is cold and traditional in his ways and doesn't tolerate softness or weakness
Deputy:
Silvertail: A kind senior warrior, he loves watching over kits and assisting his fellow warriors in times of need. A soft soul who is always there to be a shoulder to lean on
Apprentice Oakpaw: nervous but determined young cat, she is trying her best to live up to the standards of being trained by the deputy
Medicine Cat:
Dustynose: A young medicine cat who used to live outside the clans but moved as an apprentice to Gravel Clan to be closer to his half sibling. He was born to a loner who used to live in Gravel Clan. He is skilled in medicine and confident in his abilities.
Apprentice Foggypaw: a half blind calico she cat who lost her eye at birth and during that time grew an affinity for the medicine den (not that she had much of a choice on her role with how Robinstar treats those with disabilities)
Warriors:
Tigerstripe: Sister to Silvertail, she is stern and quick to act. but has a soft side for her family and friends.
Gingerheart: Mate to Silvertail. A strong warrior who has protected many clanmates and is just as worthy of being the deputy as her mate is
Grasstuft: Goofy warrior, Half sibling of Dustynose. Just a goodfball. Also a trans man
Duskstripe: Mates with Grasstuft. Also very sweet and kind. trans woman (yeah these guys are both trans and dating)
Seedfur: A warrior that is trying his best with what is handed to him
Apprentice Tumblepaw: an apprentice who is definitely well old enough to be a warrior, almost the same age as Seedfur (not his first mentor but they retired) Robinstar doesn't want to make a cat with a deformed leg a warrior though
Goldenpelt: Sibling to Tumblepaw, she loves her brother and wants the best for him (she also has ambitions of being deputy one day)
Birchpelt: grew up alongside Tumble and Golden, kinda is a sibling to them basically
Apprentice Spottypaw: Sibling to Foggypaw, she also has slight vision problems but only Birchpelt knows
Queens and kits:
Petalpelt, Loudkit and Birdkit: a calm soft queen who lost her mate a moon ago, but loves her kits ferociously
Elders:
Rabbitear: Funny old man, rarely seen away from his brother
Haretail: Rabbitears brother. loves to pull harmless pranks on others
Scarpelt: was a powerful warrior in his day, father of Silver and Tiger. now he spends most of his days resting and listening to his chaotic denmates
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Been playing ClanGen so here’s Foamclan!
There’s Scorchstar, who has far to much faith in her clan. Scarpelt, who’s tried to retire from being deputy twice. Mintwhisker, who definitely didn’t break her vows of celibacy. Ridgesight, Scarpelt’s awful mate. And Pigeonblotch, Scarpelt’s younger sister and cool aunt to the clan.
Then Robinstripe, chronic protagonist. Dapplepelt, struggling to live under the shadow of his mother Scorchstar. Faddedstorm, the awful daughter of Scarpelt and Ridgesight. Lynxmoon, who definitely bears no resemblance to Mintwhisker what the hell are you suggesting. And Branchkit (by the time I finished this actually Branchtail, the new medicine cat), perpetually haunted by her dead brother Flaxkit and Starclan’s own Shardclaw.
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Elsie could be Berrysplit maybe? Because strawberry system?
OOOOOO. I THOUGHT OF SCARPELT BUT THATS SO CUTE
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Sorry I got inspired
#warriors#warrior cats#scarpelt#thunderclan#flowers#blood#scarpelt oc#oc tag#warriors oc#yea this is tottaly inspired by that OFF flowers pic I rebloged a while ago#I just love the aestetic so much#gore#eye horror#animal gore#cat gore
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🌌
𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑂𝑀 𝐼𝑁𝐽𝑈𝑅𝑌/𝐼𝑁𝐽𝑈𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝑆𝐶𝐸𝑁𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝑆 ! || Not Accepting
🌌 - suffering from blunt force trauma ( a hard punch to the face, hit with a bat, etc )
–- A SNARL crossed with a GRUNT broke past the brawler’s lips as he SLAMMED his knuckles into the next assailant crossing his path. He wasn’t entirely expecting another fist fight on their way out of town, yet here he was, fighting alongside John as a local GANG saw fit to try and steal their supplies. It was two against a whole wagon full of men- five, six perhaps, which honestly wasn’t a big deal. What WAS however was when they cut off their wagon, forcing a close range duel- which so far was not turning out PRETTY.
Gunshots exploding in his ears, shouts of rage suffocating them, Charles just barely managed a glance at John- seeing him hold his own against one of the last remaining vagabonds as Charles held the other two.
Unfortunately, that lone GLANCE was all the time it took for the butt of a gun to SLAM against the side of Charles’ skull. Like a LOG, he tumbled to the ground, BLACK swarming his vision for a few milliseconds before his lids fluttered back open. He deftly acknowledged his limp body being turned over onto it’s back, and with adrenaline PUMPING back into his veins his chest HEAVED as he was suddenly staddled, GRAPPLING with the man above him as he DESPERATELY tried to regain control.
#borescars#answers#correspondence#hello hello!#i hope this is ok :')#sorry it took me 58 years to finally respond to this :')#also: hmu to plot threads if you like i am so down#scarpelted
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Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing a scar (x)
They just kept doing this. Odd little moments like these. Isolated and quiet, something they wouldn’t speak of again, something they hardly even acknowledged as it was happening. John always seemed to be the initiator, Arthur a reluctant passenger, or so it might appear.
“Marston,” he warned. Last chance to turn back if this truly were a game, his hand gripping John’s where he’d reached for his chin, ready to tear it away or perhaps keep it close, in the end just keeping him at bay.
They were on watch. They should be on watch. All the more reason to turn away out of John’s cupped hand and leave and yet he found himself staying.
“If we’re comparin’ scars, I think you win,” he muttered, as dumb as it was, if only to lessen the intensity of the moment when it became too much.
@scarpelted | always accepting
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❝ i don't feel much like readin' no more. ❞ a frustrated huff, and the book is slammed shut. it read otis miller and the arabian prince in bold, black letters — or so he was told, for the boy's skill to decipher the written word might as well be absent entirely. ❝ i'd much rather be practicing my gun. can't you show me that instead? ❞
HERES JOHN NOT WANTING TO READ I GUESS. | ALWAYS ACCEPTING RANDOM BABY JOHN
a light-hearted chuckle at the young boys eagerness , it was admirable to say the least - ‘ now john. ‘ he pauses, sneaking glances across the camp, noticing his partner, who was currently occupied with other business. ‘ as much as i would love to let you, son… you know i can’t, your education is just as important as shooting a gun, john, don’t you forget that - ‘ halting once more when he noticed the pout on the young boys face ‘ i’ll tell you what. ‘ adjusting in his seat, tapping the book lightly, ‘ you read one more chapter, and i’ll take you shootin’ ‘ he smiles at the young boy ‘ promise. but !! you gotta read one more chapter.
@scarpelted
#scarpelted#&. * answer / the reflections upon those actions#&. * rp / in chara#dutch confirmed as a dad who spoiled john when he was younger#in reality he made him read only 2 more sentences and then took him shooting#couldn't stand the pouting
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sadie adler was a rampaging woman that knew when to have control over herself and her actions, and when she wanted to cause havoc. while in a calm and collective state, her eyes bore into the fire that provided her warmth and comfort, the features of her face highlighted by the flames that burned brightly. “ ‘ve always like t’play with fire. ” her tone came out rough as she spoke to catch the man’s attention, words truthful to her actions she’s committed the more she traveled with dutch’s gang.
@scarpelted ♡’d for a lyrical based starter!
#scarpelted#; hello! please let me know if this needs to be changed. xoxo.#. interaction » to do list: get revenge.#. arc i » always prepare for the worst and never trust people.
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“ Stay with me. ”
oh he wishes he could. wishes his lungs wouldn’t feel as if he’s being crushed, breaths coming out as painful wheezes. it’s too dangerous, however--- too dangerous for john to stick around, pinkertons hot on their trail and ready to jump them at any time. “john---” vision had gone fuzzy a bit ago, though arthur still manages to grasp a hold of john’s arm, grip as tight as he can muster at the moment--- which is to say, isn’t tight at all, but it’s been clear that his body was bound to give up on him sooner, rather than later.
“go----c’mon git---” weaker than intended, but he hopes the other would take it. take the chance and move forth. they’d had a good run, all things considered. now john could have something arthur hadn’t been lucky enough to keep, so long as he makes his way out of there. and fast. “---go--- an’ don’t turn back---”
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❝ ain't no one taught you not to take what's not yours? ❞ there was irony in his reprimand, for he stole plenty himself when opportunity struck, but such hypocrisies came easy when his satchel dangled in another's hand — heavy with the latest take. oh, how lucky they were to be so young. ❝ c'mon, kid. give it back. ❞
Lucky ? Ah, but they never should have permitted such an outcome in the first place, is that not the truth ? Little vigilante, stuck betwixt a wall too high and a man intend on recovering his belongings. Simplest miscalculation / path once known abandoned when danger grew near and primal fear clutched young heart. mistake ? No, not for them. Hangman’s noose, more likely.
❛ Do you ever watch the shadows, mister ? ❜ cautious, but never quiet. Determination rings true in voice of they who stand tall in the face of looming death. Though it may waver lightly, it does not relent. ( o’ unseeing child, how lucky you are, indeed. ) nay gun at their hip, nor hidden friends. But that is okay. fearful ? Of course, but who would not be ? Waste not time on regret ; your battle is here and now.
❛ There’s people who don’t have the luxury of choices, ❜ their grip tightens, gloved fingers digging into leather of the satchel hanging from a tired shoulder — too heavy, not made for adolescent frame. ❛ Please, ❜ quieter, then ; gentle plea. Even blindfold cannot hide desperation ‘pon features of a hurting youth. ❛ I don’t know how much longer they can last. ❜
#scarpelted#fortune vc: this is fine.jpg#— ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ / what fate has woven. ❜#— v. ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ / run rabbit run. ❜#ask.#( tag pending. )#— ɪɪ. sᴄᴀʀᴘᴇʟᴛᴇᴅ / john marston. ❜
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❝ I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me sooner. ❞
“Wouldn’t have changed nothing if I had.” Whether he’d told Marston about it once he’d found out or had waited longer than this to break the news, it didn’t matter. His fate was already sealed no matter what he’d done. “You’ve got yourself better things to worry ‘bout John. Don’t waste your time worrying ‘bout an old fool. Make sure you get your family out safe.”
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Hey Tennelle! I know you're probably busy, but I wanted to ask you a question. On some of your videos on YouTube, it says: "go to tumblr to read StarClan Battles." And I'm a bit clueless. Where do I read StarClan Battles? ~scarpelt-warrior
I’m not sure which videos you are referring to? Unless they are super old ones.
But no worries, you aren’t missing anything. You can’t “read” StarClan Battles on my tumblr, or on any of my social medias. You CAN look through my art, videos, and asks to gain more context and a lot of story bits, but the only place to experience the full story will be on the StarClan Battles Youtube channel as we release episodes: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCt_hMHxebCgt8Z5HNHXSbEA
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OOC POST (make ocs from yours/friends cats)
Shadepaw
Hyper
Reckless
Not good at following directions
Tends to annoy older warriors
AKA lesbian college stoner
Family
Dad: N/A
Mom: Fuzzpelt
Siblings: Whisperpaw
Grandma: Scarpelt
Greatgrandma: Strawberryheart
Whisperpaw
Easily frightened
Kinda dumb
Super sweet
Hates fighting
AKA Fluttershy
Family
Dad: N/A
Mom: Fuzzpelt
Siblings: Shadepaw
Grandma: Scarpelt
Greatgrandma: Strawberryheart
Bravestripe
REALLY dumb
Big boi
Really chill overall
Likes yelling
AKA really easy gas station cashier
Family
No one knows anything lmao
Fuzzpelt
Not socially smart
Petty bitch
Loves kids but forgets names
Will attack own tail
AKA mom friend
Family
Dad: N/A
Mom: Scarpelt
Sibling(s): N/A
Grandma: Strawberryheart
Scarpelt
Will cut a bitch
Squares up with air
Mean but smart
How Fuzzpelt became petty™
AKA angry butch lesbian
Family
Mom: Strawberryheart
Strawberryheart
Old but loving
Lazy
Grandma™
Loves telling stories
AKA best
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Characters are human! Scarpelt and Amberheart!
First time posting a comic to Tumblr! Click on pics for better quality~ ^^
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[ holds the other's hand when they think they won’t notice. ] // :')
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (x)
John’s hand was hot on top of his own, hidden between them on the log seating around the fire. They weren’t alone, Javier was nearby, his music drifting throughout the camp and others pottering around or hovering nearby to listen. Arthur hardly moved as he glanced over. A scowl twitched, though not so much in anger. John must have noticed, bastard, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention. Arthur didn’t shy away. Instead, he watched Javier as if he attention hadn’t been stolen the second John acted.
@scarpelted | always accepting
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