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espionn · 17 hours ago

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ShadowClan Headcanons!

what this is: i have a personal warriors alternate universe, in which most of the clan systems are the same, but all the characters are original. i've called this au "a cult of stars", as it exists partly to explore the inherent corruption and cultiness of the clans as i see it. but none of that is important for this post!

this is the fourth in a series of visual and written representations of each clan as they exist in my au. this goes into a lot of headcanon territory, but basically i hope to take the existing clans and make them more interesting, diverse and culturally complex. this one is about shadowclan! i hope you enjoy :)

Environment:

East of SkyClan and south of RiverClan, ShadowClan sits in the evergreen part of the forest, with various pines, firs and cedars covering the territory. It is the darker and colder corner of the lake, and somewhat marshy near the river. The trees are dense enough that little light manages to touch the ground, and fungi at the base of the trees grow year-round.

Appearance:

True to their name, ShadowClan cats are almost overwhelmingly black and gray. Occasionally they find solid white cats, but tabbies are rare and tortoiseshells rarer still. ShadowClan cats are actually quite diverse in their size and body types, though they tend to be fairly muscular, and most have short fur, small ears and blunt muzzles. They also have a reputation for carrying battle scars, likely simply because they’re more visible than they would be on ThunderClan warriors, for instance.

Prey and Hunting:

ShadowClan cats hunt nocturnally and on the ground. They are not expert climbers, and usually only go after birds and squirrels when they catch them on the ground. Much of their diet consists of rodents. However, they are also the only clan which willingly eats frogs and even snakes and lizards when they find them. ShadowClan also hunts for more ambitious prey - they will take on ravens, owls, and sometimes larger mammals. When distributing food, ShadowClan is very orderly - every “evening”, cats are fed in order of priority. Kits and queens first, then elders, then warriors (in order of seniority), then apprentices, and then the medicine cat, deputy and leader in that order. Sometimes, if a cat does something worth camp-wide celebration, they get the honor of first pick that particular evening.

Fighting:

Though less than WindClan, ShadowClan cats are fairly defensive of their territory, and they aren’t afraid to fight for it. They are brute-force fighters, more so than any other clan. Due to the clan’s very small size, they do not rely on their clanmates, and simply use what strength they have to overpower others. They are generally successful, but many still have scars to show for their aggressive fighting style.

Cultural Characteristics:

ShadowClan is a deeply religious and rule-oriented clan. They enforce their specific beliefs in StarClan and their version of the warrior code not through strict punishments like in WindClan, but through the overwhelming cultural climate that teaches and supports these values. They believe in order and faith above all. Being a small clan, only around thirty cats strong and with rarely more than one litter of kits or apprentices at a time, they also learn to trust each other deeply, and the clan is very interconnected and caring toward its own, while being wary of outsiders.

There are a number of rules and customs in ShadowClan, spoken or unspoken, that do not exist in other clans. A few of them pertain specifically to the deputy. Deputies in other clans are expected to serve their leader and protect their leader, and they do not always outlive their leader. Other clans will often go through multiple deputies over the course of one leadership. In ShadowClan, however, the leader and deputy share a sacred bond that is meant to exist up until the leader’s death. It is their job to protect each other; the leader supports and fights for their deputy just as much as the reverse. The premature death of a deputy is seen as a horrible tragedy, and is one that their leader will likely grieve for the rest of their life. ShadowClan takes this very seriously: during the clan gathering that follows a new leader’s return from the moonpool, they and their newly chosen deputy will perform a ceremony in which they exchange vows, not so different from a human marriage. The new leader, of course, takes time to mourn the leader they served, but it is not seen as a betrayal to quickly replace that bond with one with their own deputy. It is an unenforced but strongly agreed upon rule that leaders should not take their own mate, kits or other family as their deputy; this bond is unique and sacred, and should not be biased or affected by another type of bond. Situations where the leader and deputy eventually become mates are an odd gray area, but usually in this case their romantic partnership is unspoken and unnoticed by clanmates, since it’s so common for them to be unusually close anyway.

Generally, ShadowClan culture emphasizes greatly the importance of finding one’s own worth and proving themselves under StarClan. Their worth and strength as a warrior is seen as less important in life but more important in death, where those who were greater while living would enjoy greater pleasures in StarClan and their lives would be forever celebrated. In stories, this usually manifests as the most worthy cats hunting and eating with the great leaders of the past, their spirit being immortalized in memory, and sometimes the cats themselves appearing more powerful or attractive in StarClan than their lessers. Virtuously following the warrior code and providing, through personal skill, great service to one’s clan are the two key pieces to worthiness in ShadowClan.

Sleep/Wake Cycle:

ShadowClan cats are completely nocturnal: they wake after the sun sets and fall asleep at the break of dawn. Their pelts make them all but invisible in the shadows of the forest, and they hunt, scout and participate in clan events by moonlight only. They eat only once each night, shortly before dawn, after the hunting patrols have returned. They are not afraid of the sun, as some other clans suggest, but the brightness of day does sometimes hurt their eyes, and it makes them feel more vulnerable when they’re used to blending in.

Training:

Apprentice training is a big duty, and one that ShadowClan cats do not take lightly. Apprentices’ training is often tailored specifically for them, as the clan is so small and mentors so dedicated. Mentors and apprentices often form bonds that last for life. They are matched personally by the leader, after observing the behavior of both. On average, kits are made apprentices later and apprenticeships last longer than in other clans.

Families and Relationships:

ShadowClan cats feel a great loyalty to their family, particularly between parents and kits. Being a clan where births are so scarce, parents are exceptionally protective of their young, and unlike in ThunderClan, WindClan and RiverClan, the bond doesn’t dissolve once the kits become apprentices. (Sibling relationships, interestingly, don’t tend to be as strong.) As for romantic partnerships, they are treated a bit differently in this clan. Cats certainly still enter mated pairs, and the romantic bonds are not weak, but by habit ShadowClan warriors are less open and more subtle about their romantic interests. Courting is a slow and delicate process, and cats are more reserved about discussing their romantic engagements. It’s seen as a private affair, improper to gossip about. They believe chasteness to be a virtue.

Funeral Rituals:

ShadowClan’s way of handling the dead may be the thing that is the most off-putting and alienating to the other clans. It contributes immensely to their reputation as odd and even creepy. It is, put plainly, ritualistic cannibalism. When a clan member dies, their clanmates, particularly close family and friends, will take small portions of their body - perhaps to eat, in the case of flesh, or to use in their bedding in the case of fur, or to display near their nest in the case of claws and teeth. The pieces they take are symbolic of virtues that the deceased cat held, and by ingesting or keeping them, clanmates redistribute these virtues among themselves, strengthening the entire clan. Bones and whatever else is left is then buried outside of camp, as a symbol of protection for the cats within. ShadowClan cats do not find this practice odd or disturbing in the slightest; to them, it is the best way to honor their dead. They find peace in the idea that when their spirit passes to StarClan, the strengths they held in life will be absorbed by those closest to them, through this perhaps unusual funeral process.

#warriors #warrior cats #warriors headcanons #warriors art #art #shadowclan #acos #my posts #cannibalism #cannibalism tw #<- brief mention but just in case

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dayz-ina-daze · 8 months ago

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YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAMD *frantically piles dinner plate high*

[TW for (non specific) mentions of Thistleclaw, plus all the violence and darker themes that come alongside the Dark Forest]

These notes are all very messy and not in a very coherent order ^^’ but that’s just how I roll 👉👉

Bear with me

In Into the Wild, based on their behaviors toward one another (Spottedleaf’s teasing, Tigerclaw of all people calling her “dear”, Spottedleaf curbing his impatience rather good-naturedly), it’s very possible that, in life, the two were friends… so let’s start by reading heavily into that.

Spottedleaf and Tigerclaw both grew up being exposed to Thistleclaw’s monstrousness, albeit in different ways. Tigerclaw was his last apprentice, and Spottedleaf was his victim, but they were both prey to Thistleclaw’s behaviors… I like to think that the slightly older Tigerclaw saw how detached Spottedleaf was becoming when spending time with his mentor and sought to comfort her, in his awkward, brusque manner. But it helped, to a degree, and upon breaking free of Thistleclaw’s influence by becoming a healer, Spottedleaf often reciprocated and comforted Tigerclaw whenever he would come into the den especially battered. Perhaps they nursed feelings for one another at some point, but Spottedleaf was devoted to her duties, and Tigerclaw was becoming consumed by ambition… but still, a small part of him wanted to spare her of his plots, and having her become mother to his heirs wasn’t what he wanted.

They grew up together. They found comfort in one another. They were close. Good friends! Possibly Tigerclaw’s only true friend outside of maybe Whitestorm… and potentially vice versa for Spottedleaf, as well, who wasn’t particularly close to her littermates or other apprentices.

Then Tigerclaw kills Redtail at Sunningrocks. This first act of violence was unplanned, but it wasn’t from nowhere; he had felt betrayed and embittered when the far younger warrior was picked as Bluestar’s deputy over him, as he so desperately wanted to drive himself into “bettering” ThunderClan, but he wasn’t even considered for the position. He vented to Spottedleaf, but she dismissed it, stating her brother would be a good first deputy for Bluestar; Tigerclaw wasn’t ready yet. He felt further betrayed.

The act of murder happened all at once. Redtail gave the order to retreat, Tigerclaw protested, Redtail shut him down. Tigerclaw saw red, and stalked him like prey, unaware of the audience watching the deputy’s murder; he’d assumed the rest of the war party went home on Redtail’s orders, even his own apprentice. He expected to feel guilt… but he felt nothing. This was just the way of things.

He only felt guilt when hearing Spottedleaf cry for her brother at his vigil. But even that was short lived, as his attention was caught by a newcomer in ThunderClan.

Skip some time, Spottedleaf is murdered by Clawface upon his stealing Frostfur’s litter. Tigerclaw is incensed, and grieves as though he had lost a part of himself. Spottedleaf’s spirit is restless; she had lost so much of her early life to Thistleclaw’s manipulation, his violence, and then to becoming a healer… Was she not allowed some time to just be? To grow and heal as herself? Needless to say, she is angry… She wants to pretend as though she is still living, still has that chance to continue on as though nothing happened… So she walks Fireheart’s dreams, despite StarClan souls being instructed not to do so, for tampering with the living could weaken the barrier between life and death. But this is exactly what Spottedleaf wants.

So she tries to cover her tracks. She stalks Tigerclaw’s dreams just to understand his motivations better, and then crafts signs and omens to Fireheart and Yellowfang. If she cannot be alive, then she will be the living’s only link to their future security. She offers the sign to Runningnose that Tigerclaw should lead ShadowClan, as what she believes to be a final act of kindness towards her dear friend before he goes too far on a path she cannot follow, then refocuses her attention on ThunderClan.

Tigerstar rises to power. (If we’re really bending stuff here, then I like to imagine she gave him a life…) Firestar rises to power. The forest is washed in blood, as she warned, and Tigerstar falls.

The Place of No Stars is a plain dangerous for stars such as Spottedleaf to venture, but she’s desperate. She comes to Tigerstar at the Forest’s edge — and apologizes. Tigerstar is shocked, and presses. Spottedleaf (eagerly) admits that she has been interfering with Firestar’s fate, ensuring that he remains just as bright as when he arrived to ThunderClan, walking in his dreams and offering him guidance. Tigerstar isn’t pressed; he chose his path, himself, after all. But what he is eager to note, however, is the fact that even a young soul such as Spottedleaf can dream walk and directly interfere with the souls of the living.

They wait a few generations. Just to keep suspicions off of themselves. Tigerstar amasses support in the Dark Forest by slaughtering Thistleclaw (Spottedleaf watches from the dark branches high above), to prove he is still powerful. He uses the energy of Thistleclaw’s relatively young spirit to craft a space in the Dark Forest in which the other souls can flock to and stay without fear of being dragged back into solitude.

Meanwhile, Spottedleaf lurks in Leafpaw’s dreams. She reports back the movements of the living to Tigerstar — when StarClan moves to the lake, Spottedleaf guides the Dark Forest there as well, in which it can take root and continue to grow under StarClan’s very nose in these new, unfamiliar skies. She crafts senseless sign after sign, empty prophecy after prophecy, unloading it all onto Leafpaw’s shoulders in the hopes that the pressure might prove too much for the young molly and she might do something drastic that would shake the stars.

And she does. A union between Wind and Thunder produces three little stars that StarClan seems terrified of. But Spottedleaf sees opportunity.

She keeps their birth her own little secret. She needs to have some things she keeps from Tigerstar… and it would be nice to see him interact with a cat he thinks is his grandson. It isn’t often she gets to pull a power trip on the former leader.

It is around the birth of The Three that Spottedleaf begins slipping into the living’s dreams more and more. Watching. Spotting the cats who don’t quite fit in. Coaxing their consciousness to the edge of the Dark Forest. Leaving them at the boundary for Tigerstar and his supporters to claim as their own and drag deep into the murk to train.

With this new, direct connection to the living, they no longer need Spottedleaf; they can continue work to weaken the barrier through their new trainees. But Tigerstar insists that without her, this wouldn’t be possible at all. So Spottedleaf stays firmly rooted in the plans. She’s pleased by this; she feels important. Seen. She feels powerful.

Ultimately, the Final Battle strikes. In the background, Spottedleaf has amassed her own little cult of StarClan followers (cats like Ashfur, Appledusk, etc, “scorned” cats who she manipulated into believing they would have purpose under her, but really she just wants to use them as a few bodies to throw at the other StarClan cats, to keep the “enemy” busy while the Dark Foresters massacre), but they don’t last very long. Most of her energy and effort was spent with Tigerstar, smoothing out the last of the plans, not ensuring that she got the biggest and best fighters the afterlife had to offer.

But eventually, the Dark Forest falls. Tigerstar is slaughtered a second time. It is Spottedleaf’s turn to grieve as though a part of herself had died… but it’s short-lived. In order to save her own skin, for the sake of someday in which she might be reunited with the souls of her kittens, Mapleshade sells Spottedleaf out.

Firestar is heartbroken; he’s nursed feelings for her all this time, thought she was helping him. Spottedleaf can’t stand it any longer, snarls in his face, stars blazing in her eyes, and lashes out. She is the one to strike his final blow.

She doesn’t last long after that. Slain where she stands shortly afterward.

The energy of Tigerstar and Spottedleaf’s spirits fade into nothing. So far apart, yet still so painfully close.

Warrior cats au but the Dark Forest takeover was masterminded by both Tigerclaw and Spottedleaf

#warrior cats #warriors #warriors au #warrior cats au #spottedleaf #tigerclaw #tigerstar the first #tigerstar i #tigerstar #can be read as platonic or romantic #spotted tiger masterminds au #<- that’s what I’m callin it :DDD #I’ll probably clean this up later #it’s 12am and I’m EXHAUSTED but I wanted to type this all out #….. I might turn this into a fully fledged au if y’all are interested in that #iron out the details #draw a few comics #who knows!

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alternate-intellicats · 3 years ago

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Redtail: Tigerclaw remains a menace to society

Redtail is a pink nose, a heavy, snowy-white tom with silver-and-black tabby with unusually long front claws, and a stripe of darker fur, and yellow eyes. A ThunderClan tom, born in ThunderClan. Redtail grew up as a hunter among the forest creatures of the ThunderClan territory, but as he grew older, his love for his Clan was greater than his love for his hunting. He never joined another Clan, but in ThunderClan, he became the closest friend of Ashfoot, leader of the clan, who died because of his love for Redtail.

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Appearance and Personality

Redtail is the only Clan cat who is called to the medicine cat's paws, and who, like Ashfoot, is never seen in the day time. He is large for a tom, and is very tall.

A ThunderClan deputy who was born in ThunderClan, Redtail is a strong hunter, who loves to follow the hunting calls of the Clan, but he was also trained by Firestar to fight from a very young age. He also loves his clan, as he showed when he left ThunderClan in order to find Ashfoot.

When he left ThunderClan, his Clanmates gave him a great deal of praise. "Redtail has always been strong, but there's no mistaking what he's made of now," Tigerclaw told Crowfeather, who found him in a ThunderClan camp, near the river. "I think he'll be a good leader, and so will you. You'll find him strong in the ways of the warrior code, but more open to new ideas. He's not like any other ThunderClan cat. Even though you're a deputy, I still think you should keep a warrior's eye on him."

Redtail was happy to have found Ashfoot, but he was sad to leave ThunderClan. "It was good to be part of ThunderClan, to share hunting and fighting, to learn new ways and to be with my kin," he told Firestar. "And I know Ashfoot would've been proud to know that I found you and was chosen as your deputy."

The two cats spent two moons hunting together, and Redtail showed all his skill and experience in the forest. He always found a place for a small kill, and helped Ashfoot to bring fresh-kill into ThunderClan's territory. When they finally returned to ThunderClan, they were told that Ashfoot had been found at the edge of the forest, dead and cold. Redtail had loved Ashfoot very much, and Tigerclaw admitted that he knew Redtail would miss the old ThunderClan leader.

Redtail took his deputy duties seriously, but he was also worried about his Clanmates, who were going through very hard times. Firestar decided that the Clan was still strong enough to carry on without a leader. He appointed Redtail as deputy, and it was a great relief to many of the cats in ThunderClan.

As deputy, Redtail was often troubled by what was happening in the Clan. "I keep thinking about what happened to Ashfoot," he told StarClan. "The other Clans have been so busy fighting each other, they haven't thought about how hard it is to be in one Clan."

Redtail's deputy responsibilities were not easy. He was responsible for all the patrols, as well as being in charge of the warriors during battle and raids. He had to organize the warriors and make sure that they trained properly. He was also in charge of the supplies, which meant getting the Clan's fresh-kill and carrying it all the way back to the camp. "I have so much to learn," he told ShadowClan, "but it will be easier to learn it here, than if I tried to learn it at home."

One night, Redtail was out on patrol, following the border of ThunderClan's territory and listening for the signals from ThunderClan warriors. The patrol went beyond the border and was caught by a group of ShadowClan cats, led by Tigerclaw. ShadowClan had been hunting near the ThunderClan border, and they accused Redtail of trespassing on ShadowClan land. Redtail denied this, but Tigerclaw didn't believe him. "You don't have the skills of a warrior," he told him. "You should have stayed in ThunderClan. The Clan needs strong warriors."

Redtail was scared, because he was sure that if they gave Tigerclaw reason to attack, he would not be able to fight. "I'm not trying to hide that I'm not a great warrior," he replied. "But I'm still a cat who was born in ThunderClan. I can fight better with my Clanmates than with strangers. If I'm attacked, I'll be able to fight back."

Redtail didn't know if he was right, or whether Tigerclaw had guessed what Redtail would say. If he went with ShadowClan now, Tigerclaw would not let him come home.

But when Tigerclaw's patrol arrived at the border of ThunderClan's territory, the deputy's courage came to the fore. "Tigerclaw has trespassed on our territory," he declared. "This patrol will cross the border, and fight as ThunderClan warriors fight."

The patrol crossed the border, and the ShadowClan cats attacked. They were much larger than the ThunderClan cats, and at first Redtail could do nothing to stop them. In desperation, he leaped onto a boulder in the center of the clearing and began fighting them, using his teeth and claws. The ShadowClan cats could easily overwhelm the much smaller ThunderClan cats, but the Clan's deputy gave his all. His only hope was that help would arrive in time to save the Clan from annihilation.

When it became clear that the ThunderClan patrol was doomed, the ShadowClan cats turned and fled across the border. "Thank StarClan," Redtail breathed.

Redtail was very upset about what had happened. He felt as though his Clanmates had deserted him, and his only satisfaction was that he had been able to warn Firestar about the danger of the attack.

Tigerclaw had told Redtail that he wanted him dead, and so he was furious when Firestar let the deputy live. "You can't trust a cat who thinks he's too good for ThunderClan," he spat. "It shows just how much the Clan needs leaders like you, who stick up for what they believe is right."

The Clan was too badly mauled by the ShadowClan cats to recover quickly. While most of the injuries to the Clan were small, a few cats lost their lives, and Redtail was one of them. He did not come home to mourn his Clanmates, because by now he knew that none of them would survive another attack. The other cats would be too scared to fight, and Tigerclaw would certainly order them to retreat. He couldn't be part of such a failure, so he did his best to hide his grief from the other Clans. "My wounds will make me seem weak," he told Firestar when he returned home. "You need to tell them I have been struck by a thunderbolt, or they'll think I'm too weak to lead."

StarClan was kind to Redtail, but they could not cure the pain he felt in his heart. He missed his Clanmates, and he missed Ashfoot, who had been his mentor and friend.

It was a cold night, and Redtail's wounds were frozen and sore. He felt sick from the pain in his body, and he couldn't eat his usual share of prey. He told Firestar that he wanted to return to ThunderClan to be near Ashfoot, and he begged him to let him. "He was the cat I loved most, but it isn't my choice whether I stay in ThunderClan or go back home," Redtail told him. "But he would be glad to see me back, even if I'm not strong enough to lead."

As the warrior left for ThunderClan, Redtail turned back to Firestar and asked, "How can I lead if I can't stand up for the Clan?"

The next night was very stormy, and the lightning hit the ThunderClan territory and lit up the sky. Redtail took shelter by the ThunderClan border. He knew the Clan was preparing to leave the forest, and it scared him. How would he manage on his own? But he also felt his Clanmates and friend were waiting for him there. He felt calm, even as the winds lashed the trees, until the moment when he saw a pair of eyes reflecting in the storm, and he knew the Clan cats were waiting for him, too.

"Thank you for coming back to ThunderClan," Ashfoot said to him. "You are one of my chosen cats, and I have left you my ThunderClan name. If you ever want to become a warrior, then you must go back to your Clan, and ask your Clanmates to be your friends and allies."

Redtail said he would never leave ThunderClan, and that he was proud to be a ThunderClan warrior. But he still couldn't eat any prey, and he knew he would die soon if he didn't eat soon. "I'm sorry I'm too weak to lead," he told Ashfoot. "I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you from Tigerclaw's attack."

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sunnymoon-sunshine · 4 years ago

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A Guide to the Clans of the Forest

RiverClan:

Full of bright, creative cats, who tend to hoard whatever strikes their fancy as pretty or unique, and with something of a vain streak when comparing themselves to other clans. Excellent storytellers, they have some of the more creative tales among the clans, relying less heavily on history and more in fiction and lore. Their diet mostly consists of fish, as they live on an island that is surrounded by an ever-running stream, and that diet gives them sleek pelts and keeps them well fed during winter months. Their only issue is that during the winter, the river may freeze over, also trapping their food source beneath the ice. Their vanity leads to arrogance, and they are one of the less tolerant clan of any outsiders, often viewing themselves above loners, rogues, and even other clans. Cat coats tend towards lighter, cooler colors, silvers, greys and blacks.

ThunderClan:

The proudest of warriors, these cats are the largest of the forest. They are the strictest enforcers of the warrior code, though usually when it comes to holding other clans accountable - there have been many notable times in ThunderClan’s history where they have turned a blind eye to the code, when it meant the greater good for the clan (or at least, that’s what they claim). Elders can talk of the days when ThunderClan cats were the ones you could go to when trouble brewed, despite how much they kept to themselves, deep in a hollow among the trees. However, under their newest leader, ThunderClan is now a looming threat over the forest, with claws sharp and teeth bared. They live among the thick undergrowth of the forest, following paths only they seem to know, and hunting whatever prey they can find - usually mice, squirrels and birds. Their pelt colors tend to vary, but often, a ThunderClan cat is identified by being a massive tabby. Due to their close proximity to the suburbs, many a kittypet has left their mark - and their looks - with ThunderClan cats.

WindClan:

The lithe, skinny cats of the moor have seen hardship more times than they can count. Relying on their quick paws for their signature prey, the rabbit, is a gamble at times. Winter drives the rabbits into their burrows, where cats find it difficult to follow. But WindClan is also the most open of the four clans - while they don’t appreciate anyone hunting on their territory, the moor is wide and open, and many cats from many walks of life have found themselves sharing a meal under the stars with a WindClan cat. They’re friendly to loners, kittypets, and even tentatively welcome cats from rival Clans to spend a few hours roaming the hills and enjoying the grass, before parting until the next time. Because of their friendly nature, they’re the most likely to accept cats outside of the clan into their ranks, though that largely depends on who is in a position of leadership at the time. Skinny, long-legged cats, WindClan cats are often muted shades of grey and brown.

ShadowClan:

While ThunderClan may hide among their own, they’re nothing compared to the secretive ShadowClan. Quiet cats, who observe before taking any action, they tend to avoid conflict where they can. This doesn’t mean they’re innocent - several times in ShadowClan’s history, when hard times have struck, they have found their paws gracing territory that isn’t their own. But they operate quietly, or as ThunderClan cats might put it, “like shadow-licking cowards”. ThunderClan cats in particular seem to have a grudge against them, being a clan raised to fight head on and take matters into their own paws, but ShadowClan has a fair reputation with the two other clans. While the other cats tend to speak their minds, ShadowClan listens first. This makes them excellent gossips. ShadowClan cats also put a heavy importance on kin - while other clans demand loyalty to their clan first and foremost, ShadowClan often puts their kin before their clan, causing a number of scandals in leadership choices. Because of their tendency to stay out of the spotlight, they rarely have any half-clan kits among their ranks, however due to their close proximity to the town, many litters have been born with a loner or kittypet mother or father. Their territory is located in the swamp, and much like ThunderClan, they will eat whatever they can catch - be it rats, frogs, or dragging back the occasional roadkill back to their camp. Their looks vary widely, but they tend to be more round-faced, with darker pelts to match their clan’s name. While the clan cats often live diurnal, ShadowClan cats are strictly nocturnal, operating only during the night.

#sunnymoon's writings #warriors #warrior cats #thunderclan #riverclan #shadowclan #windclan #lore #some workings and ramblings on a project I've been slowly working on #making the four clans unique in their own ways #while also serving specific purposes #may be reworked later #but this is the working version for now #I hope some people find it interesting!

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doritopaw101 · 4 years ago

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Forest of Shadows: Allegiances

Thunderclan (Under leader-deputy leadership)

Leader: Bluestar - pointed blue-gray molly with blue eyes

Deputy: Redtail - small tortoiseshell tom with distinct ginger tail with amber eyes Apprentice: Dustpaw

Seer: Thymepaw - gray tabby molly (with darker flecks) with yellow eyes

Medicine cat: Yellowfang - dark gray molly with amber eyes

Senior Warriors:

Speckletail - golden speckled molly with amber eyes

Goldenflower - golden tabby molly with amber eyes Apprentice: Seedpaw

Lionheart - golden brown tom with green eyes Apprentice: Graypaw

Nightshade - black molly with green eyes

Miststrike - gray molly with green eyes Apprentice: Cranepaw

Tiger-roar - dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes with unusually long front claws

Leopardstorm - pointed white tom with yellow eyes Apprentice: Ravenpaw

Warriors:

Mousefur - small dusky brown molly with amber eyes

Birchstep - brown tabby tom with green eyes

Darkstripe - sleek gray and black tabby tom with yellow eyes

Fogtail - pale gray tom with black stripes with blue eyes Apprentice: Swiftpaw

Chestnutclaw - reddish-brown tom with amber eyes Apprentice: Smokepaw

Cherrycloud - ginger and white molly with amber eyes (She/They) Apprentice: Brackenpaw

Sandstorm - pale ginger molly with green eyes Apprentice: Lichenpaw

Icebelly - fluffy white tom with red eyes (Him/They) Apprentice: Cinderpaw

Smithstones:

Featherears - deaf white tom with blue eyes

Gingerblaze - ginger and white tom with green and amber eyes

Pelt-makers:

Fuzzypelt - spiky black tom with yellow eyes

Apprentices:

Dustpaw - dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes

Ravenpaw - black tom with white splotches with yellow and purple eyes

Graypaw - gray tom with a darker stripe down their back with yellow eyes

Cranepaw - pale gray molly with dark gray marking with green eyes

Palepaw - white molly with ginger spots with yellow eyes

Larkpaw - black and white molly with blue eyes

Seedpaw - tortoiseshell and white molly with green eyes with blue highlights

Lichenpaw - golden brown molly with green eyes

Brackenpaw - golden brown tabby tom with amber eyes

Cinderpaw - dark gray pointed molly with blue eyes

Smokepaw - dark gray molly with green eyes

Swiftpaw - black,golden, and white tom with amber eyes

Lynxpaw - ginger molly with black patches with amber eyes

Queens/Kings/Nursery helpers:

Queens:

Willowpelt - pale gray molly with blue eyes (Mother to Leopardstorm and Tiger-roar's kits: Rosekit - pale gray molly with yellow eyes, Owlkit - brown tabby tom with blue eyes, Petalkit - white molly with yellow eyes, and Ebonykit - black and gray molly with amber eyes) Apprentice: Lynxpaw

Frostbite - deaf white molly with blue eyes (Mother to Lionheart's kit: Thornkit - golden-brown tabby tom with blue eyes and Brightkit - ginger and white molly with blue eyes)

Miststrike - gray molly with green eyes (Mother to Leopardstorm's kits: Yewkit - black molly with green eyes and Leapkit - gray tom with white spots with yellow eyes)

Robinwing - brown molly with ginger markings with amber eyes (Mother to Patchpelt's kits: Chivekit - brown molly with ginger markings with yellow eyes, Hawk-kit - brown molly with black spots with green eyes, Stagkit - brown tabby tom with yellow eyes, Shrewkit - brown tom with blue eyes) Apprentice: Larkpaw

Whitetail - white molly with purple eyes (Expecting)

Kings:

Mossthorn - white cat with gray patches with blue eyes (They/Them) (Parent to: Yellowkit - golden molly with blue eyes) Apprentice: Palepaw

Brindleface - pale gray cat (with darker flecks) with green eyes (They/Them) (Expecting)

Redtail - tortoiseshell tom with amber eyes (Father to Leopardstorm's kits: Amberkit, Pouncekit, and Lightkit) Apprentice: Dustpaw

Nursery helpers:

Nettlemist - pointed gray tom with blue eyes (Caring for: Littlekit - black and white tom with purple eyes, Sleetkit - white molly with black spotting with yellow eyes, and Marigoldkit - tortoiseshell and white molly with yellow eyes)

Embereyes - gray and white molly with amber eyes (Caring for: Volekit - brown tom with green eyes, Adderkit - dark brown tabby tom with green eyes, Doekit - pale brown and and white molly with brown markings with green eyes, Smokykit - light gray molly with amber eyes)

Elders:

Sparrowpelt - big dark brown tabby tom with part of his tail missing

Smallear - gray tom with very small ears

Patchpelt - small black and white tom with amber eyes

White-eye - pale gray molly, half-blind with a yellow eye

Shadowclan (Under Royal leadership)

Leader: Brokenstar - dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes Apprentice: Marigoldpaw

Leader's heir: Badgerfang - black and white tom with blue eyes Apprentice: Pinepaw

Deputy: Dewflare - tortoiseshell and white molly with amber eyes

(Deputy in-running: Blackfoot, Mudfoot, Clawface)

Seer: Palecloud - gray and white tom with amber eyes

Brokenstar's elite:

Blackfoot - white tom with jet-black paws with yellow eyes with blue highlights Apprentice: Blossompaw

Scorchwind - ginger tabby tom with green eyes

Nutwhisker - brown tom with amber eyes

Mudfoot - gray tom with brown legs with green eyes Apprentice: Viperpaw

Lizardstripe - pale brown tabby molly with yellow eyes Apprentice: Foxpaw

Jaggedtooth - ginger tabby tom with amber eyes

Clawface - brown tom with amber eyes Apprentice: Foggypaw

Barkfoot - gray tom with brown legs with amber eyes

Mudspots - white tom with brown spots with green eyes

Creamfang - cream tom with amber eyes

Claypelt - reddish-brown tom with blue eyes

Muddywater - brown molly with yellow eyes

Appletooth - mottled brown molly with green eyes Apprentice: Goldenpaw

Pelt-makers:

Wolfstep - black tom with yellow eyes

Warriors:

Rowanberry - brown and cream molly with amber eyes

Blazefang - ginger tabby molly with amber eyes

Russetfur - dark ginger molly with green eyes

Boulderpelt - gray tom with blue eyes

Flintfang - gray tom with dark gray markings with green eyes

Cinderfur - gray tom with amber eyes

Frogtail - dark gray tom with green eyes

Duskthorn - black tom with white spots with blue eyes

Frogtail - dark gray tom with green eyes

Littlecloud - small brown tabby tom with blue eyes

Wetfoot - gray tabby tom with blue eyes Apprentice: Oakpaw

Brownwhisker - brown tom with darker brown markings with amber eyes

Quietstep - gray molly with black markings with purple eyes

Turtleshell - black molly with ginger markings with green eyes

Sootmask - pointed dark gray molly with green eyes

Apprentices:

Blossompaw - white molly with red eyes

Goldenpaw - golden and white tabby tom with yellow eyes

Oakpaw - light brown tom with dark brown markings with amber eyes

Pinepaw - reddish-brown molly with green eyes

Foggypaw - white molly with black mask, paws, and tail with green eyes

Foxpaw - ginger tabby molly with black paws with amber eyes

Viperpaw - ginger tabby molly with amber eyes

Marigoldpaw - tortoiseshell molly with green eyes

Queens/Kings:

Queens:

Darkflower - black molly with amber eyes (Mother to Brokenstar's kits: Rottingkit - black molly with amber eyes and Dirtkit - black and brown molly with amber eyes, expecting Scorchwind's kits)

Fernshade - tortoiseshell and white molly with amber eyes (Expecting Brokenstar's kits, Caring for Whisperkit)

Marshshadow - dark gray and cream molly with amber eyes (Caring for Lizardstripe's kits: Lizardkit, Adderkit, and Muddykit)

Houndbelly - black and brown molly with yellow eyes (Mother to Mossclaw's kit: Batkit - brown molly with amber eyes)

Dawncloud - golden and white tabby molly with blue eyes (Caring for Dewflare's kits: Roachkit - brown and white molly with green eyes, Beekit - golden tom with black stripes with blue eyes, and Flykit - dark gray molly with black markings with blue and yellow eyes)

Poppyflower - light brown molly with amber eyes (Expecting Toadpelt's kits)

Kings:

Whitethroat - black tom with a white chest with blue eyes (Father to Paleloud's kit: Hollowkit - black molly with white markings with blue eyes. Father to Mossclaw's kits: Rippedkit and Burdock-kit)

Elders (Exiles):

Nightpelt - black tom with amber eyes

Ashfur - gray tom with amber eyes

Featherstorm - dark brown tabby molly with amber eyes

Hollyflower - black and white molly with amber eyes

Archeye - gray and black tabby tom with black and silver stripes with green and blue eyes

Crowtail - black tabby molly with green eyes

Windclan (Under leader-deputy leadership)

Leader: Duskstar (Tallstar) - black and white tom with amber eyes (Moor-runner)

Deputy: Deadfoot - black tom with amber eyes (Tunneler)

Seer: Barkface - short-tailed brown tom with amber eyes

Star keeper:

Aspenfall - gray and white tabby tom with amber eyes

Camp guards:

Marigoldwing - golden tabby molly with blue eyes

Woolcloud - white and black molly with green eyes

Moor-runners:

Cloudrunner - white tom with blue eyes

Stagleap - dark brown tom with amber eyes

Ryestalk - gray tabby molly with amber eyes

Sorrelflight - gray and brown molly with amber eyes

Pigeonwing - gray and white tom with amber eyes

Ashfoot - gray cat with dark gray legs with blue eyes (He/She/They) Apprentice: Runningpaw

Weaselwhisker (Onewhisker) - pale brown tabby tom with purple eyes

Tunnelers:

Bristleclaw - black tom with amber eyes

Flycloud - white tom with red eyes

Mudclaw - mottled dark brown tom with amber eyes Apprentice: Webpaw

Tornear - gray tom with amber eyes

Ferret-tail - gray and white tom with yellow eyes

Spotridge - brown tom with dark brown spots with blue eyes

Darkfoot - black tom with purple eyes

Apprentices:

Webpaw - dark gray tabby tom with amber eyes

Runningpaw - light gray cat with green eyes (They/Them)

Queens/Kings/Nursery helpers:

Queens:

Rabbit-tail - pale brown molly with yellow eyes (Mother to Sorrelflight's kits: Tawnykit - golden-brown molly with yellow eyes and Rushkit - cream-colored tom with blue eyes, Fostering: Robinkit - light brown molly with blue eyes and Ryekit - gray tabby tom with amber eyes)

Morningflower - tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes (Mother to: Briarkit (Stork-kit) - tortoiseshell molly with blue eyes, Quailkit - gray and white molly with black markings with green eyes, and Gorsekit - ginger and white tom with tabby markings with amber eyes)

Thrushwing - tortoiseshell molly with green eyes (Expecting Flycloud's kits)

Wrenflight - brown molly with green eyes (Expecting Stagleap's kits)

Kings:

N/A

Nursery helpers:

N/A

Elders:

Crowfur - black tom with amber eyes

Riverclan (Under royal leadership)

Leader: Stormstar - huge gray tabby tom with blue and green eyes

Leader's heir: Willowheart - smoky-black molly with amber eyes

Deputy: Oakjaw - gray tom with amber and blue eyes

Medicine cat: Mudfur - brown tom with amber eyes Apprentice: Bluepaw

Smithstones:

Petalstream (Petaldust) - tortoiseshell molly with green eyes

Mallowtail - tortoiseshell and white molly with green eyes

Senior Warriors:

Voleclaw - gray tom with blue eyes Apprentice: Lakepaw

Blackclaw - black tom with amber eyes

Skyeyes - brown tabby molly with blue eyes Apprentice: Grasspaw

Leopardclaw - unusually dappled golden tabby molly with amber eyes Apprentice: Flamepaw

Warriors:

Sedgecreek - brown tabby molly with green eyes

Reedtail - pale gray tabby tom with red eyes

Mudbelly - dark brown tom with amber eyes Apprentice: Silverpaw

Whiteclaw - black tom with one white paw with blue eyes Apprentice: Condorpaw

Dawnscale (Dawnbright) - ginger and white molly with amber eyes

Frogleap - gray tom with green eyes

Suneyes - pale gray molly with yellow eyes

Stonefur - gray tom with blue eyes

Mistyfoot - pointed blue-gray molly with blue eyes Apprentice: Mosspaw

Splashsong - black and silver tabby tom with amber eyes

Morningriver - pale molly with white markings with blue eyes Apprentice: Vixenpaw

Otterstrike - heavyset brown tom with green eyes

Silverstream - silver tabby cat with blue eyes (She/He/They) Apprentice: Shadepaw

Minnowpool - dark gray molly with dark blue eyes

Willowheart - smoky-black molly with amber eyes

Apprentices:

Mosspaw - tortoiseshell and white molly with blue eyes

Silverpaw - silver tabby tom with amber eyes

Flamepaw - ginger molly with dark ginger markings with amber eyes

Vixenpaw - black molly with amber eyes

Grasspaw - brown tabby tom with green eyes

Condorpaw - white tom with red eyes

Lakepaw - gray tabby molly with amber eyes

Shadepaw - very dark gray molly with blue eyes

Bluepaw - pointed blue-gray molly with blue eyes

Queens/Kings/Nursery helpers:

Queens:

Mallowtail - tortoiseshell and white molly with green eyes (expecting)

Greenflower - brown tabby molly with green eyes (Mother to: Eelkit - golden molly with green eyes, Poolkit - black molly with white patches, Tidekit - brown tabby molly with amber eyes, and Heronkit - white and black tom with green eyes)

Kings:

N/A

Nursery helpers:

Swanlight - white molly with red eyes

Elders:

Graypool - dark gray molly with amber eyes

Echomist - gray molly with pale blue eyes

Cedarpelt - brown tabby tom with green eyes with a short tail

Lakeshine - gray and white molly with blue eyes

Cats outside the clans:

Barley - black and white tom with blue eyes

Violet - white molly with ginger patches with purple eyes

Mary - ginger and white molly with amber eyes

Princess - white molly with dark blue eyes

Tommy - brown and white tom with blue eyes

Luna - white molly with dark gray markings with gray eyes

Jake - white tom with red eyes, also known as Juniperleaf

Scourge - small black molly with one white paw with icy blue eyes

Bone - big black and white tom with green eyes

Ice - black and white tom with blue eyes

Snake - black and white tom with blue eyes

Brick - reddish-brown cat with amber eyes (They/Them)

Oliver - white tom with blue eyes

Joel - gray tom with green eyes

Chocolate - reddish-brown tom with green eyes

#warriors #warrior cats #warriors au #trail of flames au #warrior cats au #warrior cats rewrite #warriors rewrite #thunderclan #shadowclan #windclan #riverclan #arc1 #book 2

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furry-monster-trash · 5 years ago

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Stonefur Lives AU

What if Stonefur killed Blackfoot and Darkstripe during the conflict at the Bonehill?

Also note: I had to ‘create’ a few characters for this AU due to the allegiances for both RiverClan and ShadowClan being slim in the books.

Stonefur refuses to kill Stormpaw, telling Tigerstar that he is loyal to RiverClan, not TigerClan. “I will take orders from Leopardstar, who would never order me to kill a fellow RiverClan cat.”

Darkstripe is ordered to kill Stonefur but is easily defeated by Stonefur. Stonefur spares him at the moment.

Tigerstar sends in Blackfoot, a much larger warrior, who has a fierce battle with Stonefur. Blackfoot and Stonefur battle in front of all of TigerClan, and Blackfoot almost kills Stonefur before being knocked off balance by Stonefur’s thick tail. Stonefur claws out Blackfoot’s chest and stands over him as the TigerClan warrior bleeds to death.

Darkstripe dies of his injuries and goes to the Dark Forest. Blackfoot goes to StarClan.

“You fight well for a half-clan mongrel. Maybe you do have a place in TigerClan after all.” Tigerstar is pleased with the battle and doesn’t seem affected by the deaths of his two most loyal followers.

Stonefur is kept as a prisoner.

The new ShadowClan deputy is Jaggedtooth.

Tigerstar dies during the gathering due to Scourge. Leopardstar also loses a life during this conflict.

Leopardstar tries to wrangle together TigerClan and releases Stonefur from his prison. He helps her to lead the clan and also urges her to disband TigerClan. “Once BloodClan is dealt with, ShadowClan must return to their own territory.”

TigerClan joins forces with WindClan and ThunderClan.

During the battle against BloodClan, Stonefur kills Brick, one of the highest-ranking members of BloodClan.

After the battle, Leopardstar tells ShadowClan to return to their camp. Jaggedtooth is the leader of ShadowClan and takes the name Jaggedstar, but never receives his nine lives due to his lack of belief in StarClan. Jaggedstar’s deputy is Flintfang, a dark gray and white warrior.

NEW PROPHECY ARC

Stonefur remains the deputy of RiverClan. He convinces Leopardstar to make the Great Journey to the new lake territories.

Stonefur becomes mates with Rosecloud, a light ginger she-cat. Rosecloud and Stonefur have two kits, both toms. Stonefur names the darker tom Blackkit, after Blackfoot. “Blackfoot never deserved to die. I never should’ve killed him. He was a loyal warrior to ShadowClan and would’ve made a great leader one day. I owe this to him.” The other kit, a white and ginger tom, is named Sunkit.

Stonefur is the mentor to Hawkpaw and tries his best to curb Hawkpaw’s aggression.

Hawkpaw has a natural talent for fighting and it doesn’t take Stonefur very long to realize that he is Tigerstar’s son.

Once it is publicly revealed that Hawkpaw and Mothpaw are Tigerstar’s kits, Stonefur tells Hawkpaw the truth about Tigerstar. “Tigerstar was called Tigerclaw when he was a warrior of ThunderClan. He was a brave and loyal warrior and wanted the best for ThunderClan, but his ambition got the best of him and he turned dark. A shadow fell over Tigerclaw, one that he couldn’t escape. He ended up killing Redtail, the previous deputy of ThunderClan, and then was made deputy once Lionheart died during a ShadowClan raid. Tigerclaw attempted to kill Bluestar but was stopped by Firestar, who was Fireheart at the time. Tigerclaw ended up becoming the leader of ShadowClan a while later and when he was new to his leadership, he tried to destroy all of ThunderClan by using a pack of dogs to shred them. His plan failed, but Bluestar died to save her clan. Tigerstar joined forces with RiverClan to create TigerClan. He tried to kill me when he found out I was half-clan. Bluestar of ThunderClan was my mother and Oakheart of RiverClan was my father. Tigerstar died after a fight with Scourge. He was a brave and strong warrior, but blind to his own demons and in the end, he destroyed himself.”

Hawkpaw shuns his father in the Dark Forest, refusing the extra training. Brambleclaw also refuses the training since Tigerclaw couldn’t use Hawkpaw as an incentive. “You haven’t changed a bit Tigerstar. You couldn’t get Hawkpaw to side with you, and you won’t get me.”

Leopardstar loses her second life with a battle against WindClan, and her third life from an infected wound.

Stonefur kills Jaggedstar when the two cats clash over a border issue. Flintfang is now Flintstar and earns his nine lives. Russetfur is his deputy.

Hawkpaw earns his warrior name: Hawkfrost. Stonefur is proud to have such a new strong warrior in RiverClan.

When Mistyfoot is stolen by twolegs, Leopardstar loses another life trying to save her and Stonefur is part of the patrol to rescue her.

Firestar never gets caught in the fox trap.

Blackkit and Sunkit, Stonefur’s sons, become apprentices and Blackpaw is mentored by Leopardstar and Sunpaw by Mistyfoot.

Blackpaw is stronger and a better fighter than Sunpaw, but Sunpaw proves to be faster and a better hunter.

ThunderClan and RiverClan clash due to Leopardstar not agreeing with Firestar over certain drought-policies. Mistyfoot is slain during this battle, killed by Rainwhisker and Spiderleg in an accident. “She slipped on blood while defending herself against Rainwhisker and Spiderleg. It was then that Spiderleg lashed out, aiming for her legs at the time, but as she fell, he clawed out her chest. It was an accident Stonefur.”

Stonefur vows revenge against ThunderClan, saying they are to blame for the death of his sister. Reedwhisker is the new mentor to Sunpaw.

POWER OF THREE ARC

In between “The New Prophecy” and “Power of Three” Leopardstar loses two more lives. She has four more lives.

Sunpaw and Blackpaw are now warriors: Sunstreak and Blackeye.

Stonefur is on a patrol when he sees Spiderleg on a border patrol with ThunderClan. He remembers that Spiderleg is the one that killed Mistyfoot. He leaps over the border and tackles Spiderleg, scoring him across the cheek and shoulder. Stonefur is pulled off by Blackclaw, Voletooth, and Birchfall.

Thornclaw, who was leading the ThunderClan patrol, agrees to forget the incident. Spiderleg says that he never meant to kill Mistyfoot, that that would go against the warrior code. “I’m sorry Stonefur. She was a brave and loyal warrior. She never deserved to die like that.”

Stonefur apologizes for attacking, realizing that Mistyfoot wouldn’t want to have been avenged.

Rosecloud has a second litter of kits, two she-cats, and two toms. Stonefur boasts to everyone about his strong mate and large litter. The kits are named Leafkit, Cherrykit, Lizardkit, and Rockkit.

During the battle of all four clans on ThunderClan territory, Stonefur battles against Lionpaw from ThunderClan. Stonefur is beaten by the apprentice and shocked when Lionpaw almost kills him, only to be stopped by Rainwhisker: “Warriors don’t kill Lionpaw! He’s beaten, now let’s go!”

During the eclipse, Stonefur watches as Sol tries to take credit for the act. He doesn’t believe the loner.

Firestar banishes Sol from ThunderClan territory.

Flintstar, the leader of ShadowClan, doesn’t fall for Sol’s tricks and banishes him from ShadowClan territory.

When Sol shows up in RiverClan, Leopardstar orders Stonefur to attack him. Stonefur very easily beats the loner and is ready to kill him when Leopardstar says that Sol had learned his lesson about messing with the clans.

Sol never tries to control WindClan and instead leaves the clans alone for the time being.

It is revealed that Leopardstar lost another life during the battle. A ShadowClan warrior was the cause.

Sunstreak dies in a fox trap.

Hawkfrost saves Rockkit and Leafkit when the two kits wander off. Stonefur gives Hawkfrost Leafkit to mentor when she is an apprentice.

Rockpaw is given to Rippletail, Cherrypaw to Dawnflower, and Lizardpaw to Pouncetail.

When Hollyleaf reveals the truth about Crowfeather and Leafpool, Stonefur defends half-clan kits.

Leopardstar loses the rest of her lives when a tree falls in RiverClan camp and crushes her.

Stonefur earns his nine lives. Hawkfrost is the new deputy of RiverClan.

His nine lives: Mistyfoot - loyalty and devotion

Mosskit - a mother’s love

Bluestar - clear sight

Blackfoot - bravery

Leopardstar - honesty, compassion, kindness

Oakheart - strength to overcome anything

Feathertail - always knowing what is the right thing to do, even if it doesn’t benefit your own clan.

Crookedstar - selflessness

Shellheart - a father’s devotion spread beyond just kits, but to every member of your clan

OMEN OF THE STARS

Rosecloud died during the time between the two arcs. Stonestar mourned for moons. Hawkfrost took command during the first moon of his mourning.

When Stonestar sees Lionblaze again, he comments about how strong and large the ThunderClan warrior is: “He’s a force to be reckoned with, but I’m glad he seems to have a clear mind.”

Stonestar recognizes a shift in some of his warriors: Minnowtail and Icewing. Two warriors being trained by the Dark Forest. He tasks Hawkfrost with watching them closely.

Hawkfrost has proven to be a great deputy and a loyal warrior. He mentored Leafpaw to be one of the best hunters in the clan.

Leafpaw, Rockpaw, Lizardpaw, and Cherrypaw are all warriors: Leafwhisker, Rockstorm, Lizardbite, and Cherryspirit.

Stonestar loses his first life by drowning trying to save a kit.

During the Great Battle against the Dark Forest, Hawkfrost and Stonestar managed to keep Icewing and Minnowtail on the side of the Clans.

Stonestar loses a life during the battle, defending a pair of WindClan apprentices. Bluestar and Mistyfoot kill the Dark Forest warrior that killed him. Bluestar, Oakheart, Mistyfoot, and Stonestar all team up and dive back into the battle.

Cherryspirit dies during the battle. Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw team up to help drive away Tigerstar, when he is then killed by Firestar.

Firestar ends up surviving during the battle due to Mothwing being near the area where Firestar and Tigerstar had fought. Mothwing saved Firestar’s life.

Conclude: Stonestar leads his clan for many, many seasons. He ends up losing his last life by saving Rockstorm’s kits. Hawkfrost becomes Hawkstar and leads RiverClan with sharp claws and wise words, Hawkstar is a fierce leader with a compassionate side for those within his clan.

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thunders-warcats-stuff · 5 years ago

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Burning Water Chapter Thirteen

TW for suicidal ideation. It’s kind of “blink and you miss is” because Fireheart does not intent to hurt himself, but it still happens.

The rain continued through the night and into the next morning but the clouds began to clear around sunhigh. A somber air hung over the clearing as the Clan waited for news of their leader. Fireheart crept out from the patch of brambles by the boundary wall, where he’d sheltered since dawn. He padded over to Bluestar’s den in the side of Highrock. There was no sound from inside. As he turned away, he ran into Willowpelt carrying food to the nursery. She tipped her head questioningly to one side. Fireheart knew she was hoping for news of Bluestar.

“Nothing to report, I’m afraid.” He offered.

Fireheart had given Cinderpaw and Brackenpaw a day’s rest from training. He could see them now, lounging outside their den, looking bored. Fireheart knew he had let them down, but he wanted to stay in camp while Bluestar was sick. At least Tigerclaw wasn’t here to criticize his decision. The great deputy had taken out the dawn patrol. Suddenly the lichen at Bluestar’s den twitched and Frostfur burst through. She raced across the clearing to Yellowfang’s den and reappeared within moments with the medicine cat behind her. Fireheart bounded over to Bluestar’s den just as Frostfur and Yellowfang pushed through the hanging lichen. He stopped outside and sat down, his heart racing. Frostfur peered out.

“What’s wrong?” Fireheart asked, his voice trembling. Frostfur closed her eyes.

“She has green-cough,” she told him bleakly.

“Stand watch and make sure no one comes inside.” She ducked back inside. Fireheart sat motionless as dread flooded through him. Green-cough! Bluestar really was in danger of losing another life….

A sharp yowl outside the camp made him turn and look toward the gorse tunnel. Dustpelt exploded into the clearing and skidded to a halt beside Fireheart.

“I’ve come from Tigerclaw,” he hissed lowly. “I have a message for Bluestar.”

“She’s sick,” Fireheart replied.

“Alright, then I'll get someone else. But Fireheart… he was rather specific that it be Bluestar who come to the Thunderpath. Apparently ShadowClan has overstepped their bounds. Is there anything strange about this to you?”

“Make sure all the apprentices stay in camp.” He insisted. “Have Sandstorm keep them close if you must, and guard Bluestar in my place. If this is what I think it is, then these instructions should make a difference.”

“Alright. Whatever happens, be careful. Hopefully, StarClan will keep you in mind.”

“I hope so too. Send someone if there's any news of Bluestar.”

Fireheart dashed out of camp like his life depended on it; which, if this was the trap that Tigerclaw had set for Bluestar, then it certainly would.

He made it to the Thunderpath right when a series of monsters passed through the otherwise quiet forest, and there was no sign of Tigerclaw.

“Fireheart!”

Nutleaf! What was his sister doing here?!

“Dustpelt was going to send someone else, but Yellowfang needed catmint and I knew where to find some. In our old Twoleg gardens, remember?” She called as she padded over to the edge of the Thunderpath. Fireheart froze. He was now on the other side, searching for the ShadowClan scent and having no luck. But the forest was thick here, and the Thunderpath curved so sharply that a cat had almost no time to be aware…

A monster sped past them and Nutleaf stepped back, alarmed. Fireheart sighed in relief and started to sniff again.

Nutleaf's horrified yowl set his blood chilling, and he raced out on the Thunderpath just in time to throw his body over hers, squishing them both to the ground. Luckily for them, this monster was bigger than usual and it raced right over them without causing either harm. Hot, stenched pelts were all either cat got out of the experience, and Fireheart bundled his sister back onto ThunderClan's side of the Thunderpath.

“Oh thank StarClan, I almost lost you!” He whispered, not caring that tears streamed down his cheeks. He buried his face into his sister's pelt and she let him remain still for a few heartbeats, breathing in her scent.

“You are not allowed out of camp without someone else with you. A warrior or another queen. It can even be Bluestar or Yellowfang, but I need to know that you will be safe in paws that are not your own. Am I understood?” The ginger tom demanded.

Nutleaf nodded, mute with terror.

They headed back to camp, catmint clenched proudly in her teeth. All Fireheart could think was that she'd nearly died to prove herself worthy of this world, and nothing was equal to his sister's life.

Not even a few moments after Yellowfang pried the catmint from Nutleaf's grasp, the brown and white she-cat went into labor.

The queens whisked her into the den quicker than any cat could move, and Yellowfang followed after getting a few herbs from her store. Fireheart recognized raspberry and borage among them, and he sank to the ground.

He almost lost his sister once and now she'd have her kits…

A warmth at his side made him close his eyes. Someone else was at his other side, he noticed.

“I can't lose her.” He whimpered. “We just came back from the Thunderpath, we were so lucky that monster was bigger than usual, Stars, Sandstorm, had we been any further left we both would have been squished by its paws but we weren't… by the grace of StarClan, we made it back and now she's having her kits… why would our ancestors have her defy their will only to get another chance at having her join them?”

“Oh Fireheart…” Willowpelt stopped in front of them, horrified by what she'd heard. “The Thunderpath? Is she okay?”

“She was when we were on our way back to camp.” The ginger tom scowled. “But now… I don't care what Yellowfang has to do or what happens to those kits. If my sister doesn't make it through her kitting, I'm going to the Moonstone and StarClan can fight me themselves!” He snarled.

“Most queens go through pain in their first kitting, but death is not common. Your sister should be fine.” Dustpelt insisted from his left.

“Why don't we go hunting?” Sandstorm offered quietly. “Or check the borders? Something to take your mind off things.”

“Can someone find Cinderpaw and Brackenpaw for me? I think it'd be a good idea for them to see a bit of sparring.”

“I'll get Whitestorm and Runningwind if that's okay with you.” Willowpelt murmured.

“Feel free.” Fireheart offered dully.

At least his apprentice was alright, he thought with a sick dread.

The terrible reminder had him racing into the forest before anyone could object. He stopped to throw up the squirrel he'd had earlier, before racing on without a care in the world.

“Fireheart!” Willowpelt called after him, alarmed. “Fireheart, where are you going?!”

He didn't stop until he was back on the edge of the Thunderpath.

“Are you mouse-brained or fox-hearted?!” Whitestorm roared. White fur filled his vision before Fireheart had the wind knocked out of him, and he skidded toward the trees.

“What are you doing, Fireheart? Why did you come here?” He demanded.

“I…” Why did he come here? “I don't know.” He admitted.

The ginger tom's obsession with the Thunderpath had never truly left him, but Fireheart had never felt the urge to go near it. Even the dread of remembering what happened to Cinderpaw hadn't burned the fire in his belly that had appeared just now. But facing the monster with his sister crouched underneath him… it had done something. Now all he wanted to do was stand in the middle of the dark, slick surface and yowl his heart out.

He didn't even know where the feeling had come from. It was just… there .

“Whitestorm…”

“We should go to the training hollow. You promised your apprentices a fighting lesson. Hopefully, you can keep your claws sheathed.” The white warrior scowled.

“I didn't…”

“Know what you were about to do? Obviously not.” The cat he admired snapped. “Be glad that someone stopped you in time, Fireheart. I get the feeling that your dreams are taking you down a darker path than any cat can imagine. I pray that you are ready for it, because this, what you just did, does not bode well for you.”

Nobody asked what happened upon his return, though Whitestorm whispered urgently to Willowpelt when they sat together. Brackenpaw and Cinderpaw sat with Brightpaw and Thornpaw, and Sandstorm was talking with Dustpelt about what moves to show them.

“Okay, we've decided that Runningwind and Dustpelt will go first, and they're going to show you the belly rake.” Sandstorm announced.

Huh… that move had taken moons for him to master, pure luck having gotten him the jump on Bluestar the day he told her about Tigerclaw. It was all about timing, that move.

Fireheart let his thoughts turn to every move he remembered learning in both lives, and apparently that bleeds into his actions, because Whitestorm leapt for him and he allowed instinct to take over. The white tom was on his back after a series of moves apparently unknown to these cats.

“What are those?!” Brightpaw chirped eagerly.

“Nothing you'll be learning anytime soon. Those are moves Fireheart learned as he watched other cats fight.” Dustpelt informed them. “Why don't we head back to camp? I'm sure Nutleaf will want you to see her kits.” He addressed the last part to Fireheart, who hopped to his paws with an anxious nod.

“Don't leave without us.” Whitestorm ordered. “For the next moon you'll not leave camp without another warrior at your back.” He insisted. Fireheart's eyes widened before he burst into laughter.

“That's almost exactly what I told Nutleaf when we got off the Thunderpath!” He gasped, hysterical.

“Acts of foolishness must run in the family, then.” The white warrior growled.

“Indeed.” His former apprentice snickered.

The first thing Fireheart did when the group returned to camp was head for the nursery. Goldenflower's welcoming purr greeted him, and all previous worries melted away as she led him to where his sister snuggled in her nest with her first litter.

“Five kits, can you believe it?!” Nutleaf purred. “One of them looks just like you and Dad, while another one looks just like me and Mom! The oldest one is pure white while the youngest one is black and white. Like Swiftpaw.”

Or Smudge, Fireheart mused. He'd decided half a moon ago that he wouldn't ask who the father of her kits was. If he didn't know them there was no point to asking, and if he did then what would he do about it?

“The smallest one was actually the third one to come out. She's ginger, black and white for some reason.”

“Our parents are ginger. And one of her siblings is black and white. Why not?” Fireheart wondered. “They're beautiful kits, Nutleaf. Have you thought of names for them?”

“A bit.” His sister offered. “But I'm not all that great, so I asked the other queens what they thought. The pure white one should be Cloudkit, the black and white one will be Patchkit, the ginger black and white one will be Splashkit-.”

“Why's that?” Fireheart asked.

“Because the ginger makes her different from her brother. It looks like splashes of color on her. Anyway, the full ginger will be Flamekit and the brown and white one I haven't decided for. I can't think of anything for him. Do you have any ideas?”

Fireheart squeezed his eyes shut. He doubted that Nutleaf had any idea what she was asking him to do, and the truth was that he had no idea what the kit should be called either. So he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Lightkit.”

Nutleaf purred, amused.

“What made you say that?” She asked, eyes shining with mirth.

“I have no idea.” He admitted. “It fits though.” He offered weakly.

She snorted and kept the name.

“Lightkit he is.” She declared. “Now go tell Sandstorm that you're terrible at naming kits.”

Fireheart entered the warrior's den to find that Greystripe was back in his nest. Fireheart did not speak to him; his rage lingered like a dull bruise. He padded silently to his nest, circled once, and settled down to wash. Greystripe looked up.

“You’re back, then.” The striped tom sounded edgy, as if he wanted to say more. Fireheart stopped licking his forepaw and glared at him.

“You tried to warn Silverstream off,” Greystripe hissed furiously. Mousefur, who was dozing on the other side of the den, opened one eye, then closed it again. Greystripe lowered his voice. “Stay out of it, will you?” he spat. “I’m going to keep on seeing her, whatever you do or say.”

Fireheart snorted and flashed a resentful glance at his friend. His talk with Silverstream seemed so long ago, he’d almost forgotten it. But he hadn’t forgotten that Greystripe had been missing when Fireheart had needed him. He laid his head angrily on his muddy forepaws and closed his eyes. Nutleaf had almost died on the Thunderpath and Bluestar was on her eighth life. As far as Fireheart was concerned, Greystripe could do what he liked.

Greystripe had already left his nest when Fireheart awoke the next day. He could tell it was sunhigh by the light that glowed through the branches. He rose, his body still weary with shock, and pushed his head out of the den. Snow must have been falling all morning, for it lay thick on the ground and had drifted against the den. Fireheart found himself gazing out over a white wall that was as high as his shoulder. The usual bustle of the camp seemed muted. Fireheart could see Willowpelt and Halftail whispering on the far side of the clearing. Mousefur was picking her way laboriously toward the store of fresh-kill, a rabbit dangling from her jaws. She stopped and sneezed, then carried on. Fireheart lifted one paw and rested it on top of the snow. It felt hard at first, but when he pressed down, the thin covering of ice cracked and he gasped as his leg plunged into the drift. Fireheart snorted as he found himself up to his muzzle in snow. Shaking his head and lifting his chin, he leaped forward, only to sink into more deep snow. He struggled on, alarm rising in his chest. It was as if he were drowning in snow! Then, all of a sudden, there was solid ground under his paws. He had reached the edge of the clearing. The snow here was only a mouse-length deep, and Fireheart sat down with a soft crunch, relieved. He tensed when he saw Greystripe plowing toward him. The grey warrior seemed unbothered by it, protected from its damp chill by his thick pelt. His face was shadowed with sorrow.

“Have you heard about Bluestar?” he asked as he neared. “She lost a life to green-cough.”

Fireheart flicked his ears impatiently. He could have told his friend that last night.

“I know,” He sneered. “I was with her.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” insisted the tabby, shocked.

“You weren’t exactly in a friendly mood last night if you recall. Anyway, if you weren’t off breaking the warrior code, you might know what was going on in your own Clan,” Fireheart snapped.

Greystripe’s ears twitched uncomfortably. “I’ve just seen Nutleaf,” he meowed. “Her kits are cute. Five is big, for a litter.”

“How is she?” The queen’s brother demanded.

“She looks alright to me,” replied Greystripe.

Fireheart stared anxiously across the clearing and stood up. He wanted to see his sister for himself.

“She’s asleep now,” Greystripe informed his friend. “Brindleface is with her, and Yellowfang doesn’t want anyone else disturbing her.”

Fireheart flinched involuntarily. He'd vowed to keep an eye on her, but him not paying attention had almost gotten them killed! Instinctively, Fireheart turned to Greystripe, seeking reassurance, but the grey tabby was trudging across the snowy clearing toward the nursery.

Off to see Silverstream , Fireheart guessed resentfully, sheathing and unsheathing his claws as he watched his friend disappear from sight.

I swear if it weren't for Stormfur and Feathertail…

Fireheart hardly noticed that Speckletail was right in front of him.

“Is Tigerclaw inside?” she asked, pointing with her nose to the warriors’ den. Fireheart shook his head.

“There’s green-cough in the nursery.” She informed him. “Two of Brindleface’s kits are sick.”

“Green-cough!” Fireheart snapped. Another thing he couldn't do much against. “How far along is it? You said these are kits?!” At Speckletail's gentle nod, he went on. “Will they die?” He asked frantically, thinking of Nutleaf's newborn litter.

“Yellowfang will do what she can,” answered Speckletail. “But in the end, it’s up to StarClan.” A flash of fury flared in Fireheart’s belly as Speckletail turned away and padded back to the nursery. He jumped up and raced blindly across the snowy clearing, through the gorse tunnel and out into the forest. At the moment, it was all he could do to put as much distance as possible between himself and the camp. He finally stopped beneath Tallpines, his sides heaving with the effort of running through the snow. There was stillness here that calmed him. Even the birds had stopped singing. Fireheart felt as if he were the only creature in the world. He didn’t know where he was going; he just padded on, letting the woods soothe him. As he walked, his mind cleared. He could do nothing to help Nutleaf cope with the Thunderpath, and Greystripe was out of reach, but he was well able to help Yellowfang fight greencough. Catmint was something the Clan would always have need of. Fireheart turned his steps toward his old kittypet home, weaving through the brambles in the oak woods that backed onto Twolegplace. He leaped to the top of the fence, nudging a ridge of snow into the garden below. It fell with a soft clump. Fireheart peered down into the garden. He could see tracks, smaller than a cat’s. A squirrel had been out hunting for its store of nuts. It didn’t take Fireheart long to pluck a generous mouthful of leaves from the catnip bush. He wanted to take as much as he could. Its soft leaves might not survive this weather; this could be his last chance to gather it.

The idea of Twolegplace had him racing back to ThunderClan, desperately fighting the urge to cram every last leaf he'd picked down Nutleaf's throat.

She's not going to die. The kits will be okay. StarClan will see them through.

StarClan… he hadn't heard from Redtail or Spottedleaf since the battle against Brokenstar, and Fireheart worried. Had they decided he's had one too many chances? Would they forsake him altogether?

Fireheart shook himself out. The half-moon would arrive soon. He'd ask Bluestar if he could go to Highstones with Yellowfang. For now, he had a Clan to keep healthy.

“I do recall telling you not to leave camp without someone with you.”

Whitestorm saw him return, jaws crammed with catmint. “Though it was wise of you to get herbs while they're available.”

Fireheart dipped his head in thanks and headed toward Yellowfang’s den. Tigerclaw appeared at his side.

“More catnip?” observed the great tabby, eyes suspicious. “I wondered where you’d gone. Brackenpaw can take that to Yellowfang.”

The brown tom was helping to clear away snow nearby.

“Come and take this catnip to Yellowfang,” Tigerclaw ordered the apprentice. Brackenpaw nodded and bounded over, taking the leaves from Fireheart.

“I wanted to visit Nutleaf,” he meowed to Tigerclaw.

“Not just yet,” insisted the deputy. He waited while Brackenpaw picked up the catnip and carried it off to Yellowfang’s den. Then he turned back to Fireheart.

“I want to know where Greystripe has been going.” Fireheart felt the heat rising under his fur.

“I have no clue,” he scowled, holding Tigerclaw’s gaze. Tigerclaw stared back at him, his eyes cold and hostile.

“When you see him,” The deputy hissed. “tell him he’s confined to the fallen oak.”

“Yellowfang’s old den?” Fireheart glanced at the tangled branches where the medicine cat had lived when she first came into the ThunderClan camp, when she was still considered a ShadowClan outcast. Swiftpaw was there, lying beside Speckletail’s dark tabby kit.

“Cats with white-cough are confined there until they are well again.”

“I thought Greystripe only had a cold?” Fireheart protested.

“A cold is bad enough. He’ll stay at the fallen oak!” Tigerclaw repeated. “Cats with green-cough are to nest with Yellowfang. We must stop this sickness from spreading.”

The deputy’s eyes flashed. Fireheart wondered if he thought of illness as a sign of weakness.

“I’ll tell Greystripe.”

“And keep away from Bluestar,” the deputy warned.

“She no longer has greencough,” Fireheart objected.

“I am aware of that, but her den still reeks of the sickness. I can’t afford to have any of my warriors falling ill. Whitestorm tells me that RiverClan warriors have been scented even closer to the camp. He also told me he had to train your apprentices today. Either find Greystripe and make him take responsibility or keep training both apprentices with the help of your denmates. Whichever happens, those two better not suffer for it.”

“They won't, Tigerclaw.” Fireheart breathed, shocked. The dark brown tabby actually sounded like he cared …

Fireheart met Brackenpaw in the middle of the clearing.

“Yellowfang was very grateful for the catmint,” Brackenpaw informed him.

“Good,” answered Fireheart. “By the way, I’m teaching you and Cinderpaw how to catch birds tomorrow. I hope you’re ready for a bit of tree climbing.” Brackenpaw’s whiskers twitched excitedly.

“Definitely! Cinderpaw’ll never get to sleep now! She'll be so excited!”

Fireheart nodded and carried on to Yellowfang’s den. He spotted Brindleface’s poor kits straightaway. They lay coughing in a bracken nest, their noses and eyes streaming. Yellowfang greeted him, relieved.

“Thanks for the catmint; we’re going to need it. Patchpelt has greencough now.” She gestured with her nose toward another nest in the bracken. Inside, Fireheart could see the old tom’s matted black-and-white fur.

“Have you seen Nutleaf today?” he asked, looking back at the medicine cat. Yellowfang nodded with a dark sigh.

“She was awake earlier, but not for long. She doesn't have greencough, but one of her kits has a cold, and something strange must have happened on the Thunderpath, because she's not producing enough milk. StarClan knows, I’ve tried everything, but she must fight this one herself.”

Fireheart shuddered; he couldn't afford to imagine what would happen if he lost his sister. He turned back to Yellowfang, looking for words of encouragement, but the medicine cat sat with her head low, completely.

“Do you think Spottedleaf would have been able to save these cats?” She meowed unexpectedly, raising her head to meet his gaze. Fireheart shook his head. He could still sense Spottedleaf’s presence here in the clearing. He remembered how efficiently she’d tended to Ravenpaw’s shoulder wound after the battle with RiverClan, and how carefully she’d advised him about caring for Yellowfang when the old she-cat had first come to the ThunderClan camp.

“I’m sure there’s nothing Spottedleaf would have done differently,” he told her. One of the kits cried out and Yellowfang sprang up. As she passed, Fireheart leaned forward and gently stroked the old cat’s side with his muzzle. She twitched her shoulder gratefully at him. Then, filled with sadness, he turned and padded toward the fern tunnel.

Greystripe was back, munching a vole beside the nettle clump. Fireheart padded over to him.

“Tigerclaw says you’ve got to move to the fallen oak, with the white-cough cats.” he meowed. With a prickle of resentment, he remembered how the deputy had questioned him about his friend.

“That won’t be necessary,” replied Greystripe cheerfully. “I’m better now. Yellowfang gave me the all-clear this morning.”

Fireheart looked closely at Greystripe. His eyes were certainly bright again, and his runny nose had dried to an unappealing crust. At any other time, Fireheart would have teased him about how much he looked like Runningnose, the ShadowClan medicine cat.

Now he spat crossly, “Tigerclaw has noticed your disappearances. You should be more careful.”

Greystripe stopped chewing and stared angrily back at Fireheart.

“And why can’t you mind your own business?”

Fireheart closed his eyes and snorted with frustration. Would he ever get through to this tom?!! Then he wondered if he even cared anymore. After all, Greystripe hadn’t asked about Nutleaf.

Fireheart’s stomach growled to tell him he was hungry. He might as well eat. He took a sparrow from the pile of fresh-kill and carried it away to a deserted corner of the camp to eat alone. As he settled down, he thought of the nursery, full of kits. Five of them were related to him. He wondered how many kits would be affected this leafbare… StarClan willing, no nursery would be stricken by the disease.

#warrior cats just a dream burning water #thunder's warrior cats aus #fireheart #nutleaf #princess is called Nutleaf here #tw suicidal ideation #fireheart is not okay #he spaces out #but he doesn't get hurt from that

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thornquillthefiendish · 5 years ago

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So, I took a good, long look at my Older Tigerstar design and realized I hate it. He looks like red panda. So, I redesigned him!

Here are both his Df forms and living forms. In the Ravenfire Au I imagine Tigerstar as not being fully terrible. He was a reclusive, shy kit and apprentice who only really came out of his shell around Leopardfoot and Whitepaw. The abuse he faces from Thistleclaw turns him into a colder, but still somewhat timid tom.

I made him look a lot more like a tiger, kept a warmer, reddish color palette, and made him polydactyl, meaning he has 5 toes! His df form has a darker palette that’s similar to the ones I usually see, a lot less saturated and darker to fit his personality in the books. Since I changed up his personality he looks a lot warmer at first, but loses all that warmth in his pelt after death. He also has a marking that looks like a cat opening its mouth on both his sides, and both of his scars are meant to resemble Thunder bolts. His claws are gold cause I’m weak for colored claws.

Before he kills Redtail, they were actually good friends, as was he and Lionheart and Whitestorm, Darktail was more so just someone who followed him around. After the battle for sunningrocks, he and Redtail are actually talking about their families, Redtail is excited because Brindleface has revealed she’s pregnant, and Tigerclaw is a proud father currently who at first shares his excitement, before saying some very eerie words.

“I hope you get to see them from where you are.”

He’s able to catch him off guard and kills him as quickly as possible, and when he catches a glimpse of his apprentice, he snaps back to reality and is horrified at his own actions.

Upon returning to camp with the dead body of his friend, he shares tongues with him and comforts Brindleface, Runningwind (who was Redtail’s best friend and the surrogate father to his kits since Redtail is trans ftm), and Sandpaw, all the while knowing he’s destroyed a family.

His plan to spread rumors about Ravenpaw are mostly to get him kicked out of the clan, believing another clan would take him in or he’d become a kittypet. He is not ready to kill him at this point, he’s still getting over the shock of killing one of his closest friends. All the while, in his dreams, he’s visited by Thistleclaw, who urged him to kill Lionheart and Ravenpaw and be done with the whole thing. Thistleclaw’s spirit continuously taunts and chastises him constantly, especially with the death of Redtail and one of his kits, Lynxkit who died shortly after birth.

Lionhearts death only drives him further into a state of depression, and he grieves with Frostfur and Goldenflower, but a part of him is glad he didn’t have to kill him.

For awhile he attempts to ease away from murder, but eventually he has a breaking point, and begins to orchestrate an attack on his own clan with Brokenstar. His exile there after only deepens his understanding of what he needs to do to make the clans better. At first he only wanted to improve ThunderClan, but after seeing the pain ShadowClan had been in for so long, he now wants to unify all clans, destroying their own identities for the greater good. Along this road he causes the death of his own son by the dogs, the dogs he’s training to give all the clans more reason to come together. He kills Brindleface, a friend, to fuel this plan, which eventually fails. He kills Runningwind, another acquaintance for those same reasons earlier on. He causes the death of Bluestar, who only wanted the best for him until he betrayed her trust and became the pinnacle for her mental distress and degradation.

Then, he becomes leader of ShadowClan…or does he? At his leader’s ceremony, he is greeted by all those who’s deaths have been caused by him. Here they taunt him, and leave him with a warning. Continue down this path, and die terribly. Tigerstar is left with no nine lives, but the blessing of a leader mark in the form of a cut near his lower back in the shape of a thunderbolt.

StarClan makes good on their promise, of course, and during the meeting between the clans and BloodClan, Scourge reveals he wasn’t intending to follow Tigerstar’s plan and wanted to instead take the forest for his own clan. Tigerstar and him barely begin to fight, when Scourge slices him open from the neck to his stomach.

In his shock, as he slowly fades into the cold embrace of death, the vision of all the cats who’s blood is on his paws appear in front of him, staring, silent. Slowly, their figures break apart into a flock of ravens, who come together into a cluster of black wings, a spark ignites from the center, and the familiar face of his apprentice is made out in all the horror.

Ravenstar has to live with the dark imagery of Tigerstar’s eyes, in all that horror, landing on his face. It haunts him, like the thought of Tigerstar himself.

But of course death isn’t the end, and some would say, death only left a terrible charicture of who he used to be. Only a shell exists of Tigerstar, who died before he became ShadowClan leader, or even before he betrayed ThunderClan.

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #warriors au #wc #ravenfire au #tigerstar #tigerclaw

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twilights-800-cats · 6 years ago

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Chapter 24

Tinystar stared at the waving undergrowth, his heart beating in his ears. Would Scorch and BloodClan come back? Would LionClan? But Fourtrees was silent, birdsong starting up somewhere in the forest. Life was going back to normal after holding its breath for the dawn – but Tinystar still felt like he was rooted in time.

Hurt pierced his chest like enemy claws. How could Rusty, his own half-brother, become a greater threat to the forest than Bluestar? He found himself questioning every aspect of their old friendship, wondering whether the signs had been there all along.

“Did you think life in Twolegplace would halt without you, Tinystar?” Scorch’s words seared into his mind. “Did you think time would not march onward?”

Even so, Tinystar had no idea how this had come to be. How had Rusty, so charming and good-natured, become Scorch? What was BloodClan, and why did they even care about taking the forest for their own, now that Bluestar was dead?

Tinystar swallowed, his eyes resting on Bluestar’s blood-soaked body. Bluestar was dead now. His ears were buzzing with anxiety – was any of what had happened even real?

But the blood on his paws felt real enough. The flies hovering over Bluestar’s body were real. A soft breeze stirred her fur almost apologetically. That was real, too. Bluestar’s glazed eyes, once cold and filled with hate, had frozen themselves in fear at her very last, agonizing moments. If Tinystar looked into them he could hear her wheezing breaths as she clung to her final lives.

Strangely, guilt washed over him at the sight of her. She had been a good warrior in her time, before ambition had consumed her. She hadn’t deserved to die like this.

Tinystar dug his claws into the soil. I thought it was my destiny to stop you, he thought, staring into her fear-filled eyes. How could it not be my destiny? He couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit cheated at the thought. Had StarClan really intended for Bluestar’s life to end by Scorch’s claws and not Tinystar’s? If so, what had been the point to all their fighting to begin with?

He took a deep breath. Would she offer her strength to stop BloodClan? Was she with StarClan, or someplace far darker, where no star dared shine? Tinystar had no idea. After all Bluestar had done, somehow he couldn’t see any StarClan cat forgiving her, especially after giving her the chance to make things right with ShadowClan as their leader.

“Tinystar,” Sandstorm’s voice was quiet. “Are you all right?” She nudged him with her shoulder, and Tinystar jumped at the touch. He looked back at the gathered TigerClan, realizing that, despite the chaos, the battle lines had remained properly drawn. He looked into his mate’s green eyes, trying in vain to draw strength from them.

Sandstorm’s whiskers twitched against his when Tinystar didn’t reply. “Is that Scorch really your brother?” she asked.

Tinystar swallowed. He forced himself to find his voice. “I’m not all right,” he admitted quietly. “How can I be, after that?” He sighed heavily. “Scorch is my brother, yes – but… it’s almost like some other cat is wearing his pelt.”

Sandstorm touched her nose to his shoulder, her eyes full of sympathy.

Tinystar turned to Tallstar, becoming more and more aware that these cats were looking for guidance now, more than ever. The WindClan leader was stiff, his eyes huge in his narrow, tapered head. His large ears were quivering.

“Tallstar,” Tinystar meowed.

“All nine of her lives,” Tallstar rasped, “gone. Just like that.”

“I didn’t think it was possible,” Tinystar admitted.

“Nor did I,” Tallstar agreed. “Never in any history that I know has it happened.”

The black and white tom turned his long face towards Tinystar, ripping his eyes away from Bluestar’s corpse. Now those eyes gazed into Tinystar’s searchingly. “Scorch… is your brother? How?” he asked.

Tinystar’s shoulders stiffened. There was a strange intensity to Tallstar’s gaze. “W-We shared the same father,” Tinystar answered. “A kittypet named Jake.”

Tallstar’s entire body shivered, from ears to tail. Tinystar thought the skinny tom would fall over from the force of his reaction. Tallstar dug his claws into the earth. “How could the son of my old love be so evil? Such a disrespect to his memory?”

“Your… love?” Tinystar tipped his head, confused. “You knew Jake?”

Tallstar nodded. “We shared a personal journey, long ago – seasons before you were born. We were young…” He paused, memories flitting behind his eyes. “Our love… wasn’t to be, in the end. We had to part.”

Tallstar’s yellow eyes grew more intense as they looked on Tinystar. “I promised that I would watch over any kit of his. I knew there was something familiar about you, Tinystar…”

Tinystar swallowed his shock. Tallstar and his father? How could that be? But it seemed to be that Tallstar was speaking true. “I suppose just about anything is possible now,” he admitted.

Tallstar’s tail lashed. “Do you think Scorch was serious? About taking the forest for his own?”

Tinystar frowned. “He seemed to be,” he answered grimly. “We need to prepare for the battle of our lives.”

“Agreed,” Tallstar said firmly. The old cat’s resolve seemed set. “WindClan was driven from their home once in recent memory – we shall not be again! We will fight until our last breaths.”

“So will ThunderClan,” Tinystar agreed.

Tallstar stood, raising his tail. “Then we shall meet here in three days, at dawn,” he declared. “Good luck, son of Jake.”

All of WindClan broke from the battle line. They followed Tallstar up the slope in a smooth, silent motion, disappearing over the rise and into the heather. Tinystar swallowed. He felt far more alone and vulnerable in Fourtrees without their numbers. What if BloodClan or LionClan came back for an ambush?

Sandstorm shifted beside him. “Will it ever end?” she wondered softly.

“I don’t know,” Tinystar replied, his voice breaking. “It’s just one thing after another.”

Sandstorm touched her nose to his ear, murmuring a comforting sound before she headed for Cloudtail, who was looking quite distraught. The two she-cats curled together, talking quietly. Tinystar thought he saw Cloudtail’s shoulders shaking with emotion.

It’s hard on her, too, Tinystar understood. She’d never known her father, only from stories from me or Fiona. And now he’s… a monster.

“We should get moving,” Tinystar announced.

All of ThunderClan’s heads perked up. It was clear that they had all been wallowing in their own kind of grief about the situation. Cinderpelt and Dustpelt were closer together than ever before. Ashpaw and Fernpaw had their tails twined. Mousefur’s claws had torn up a patch of grass at her paws while Longtail’s tail hadn’t stopped twisting for some time, it seemed. Each ThunderClan cat was agitated in their own way.

Tinystar scanned the crowd, to ensure that all his cats were accounted for. They were all present – all but Mistypaw. Tinystar’s heart started – where was his apprentice? Had she fled? – but he spotted her blue-gray shape beside her mother’s body.

Heart aching for her, Tinystar approached. Mistypaw was crouched in her mother’s blood, her nose buried in Bluestar’s fur. Tinystar bent his head and touched his muzzle to her ear.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen her,” Mistypaw hiccupped, “I think. And she’s… she’s gone…”

“I know,” Tinystar breathed.

“She did such awful things…” Mistypaw went on. “She hurt so many cats! But… she was still my mother. Even if I didn’t know her, I feel like… like I’m dying, too.”

Tinystar said nothing. He wrapped his tail around Mistypaw’s flanks, trying not to look at the torn body of his old enemy. Mistypaw was shivering beside him, trembling like a leaf.

“M-Maybe Stonepaw will come back, now that she’s gone?” Mistypaw stammered. She looked up at Tinystar, her muzzle smeared with her mother’s blood. “He’s seen it all, now. He knows she was truly evil!”

“If Stonepaw wants to come back, he can,” Tinystar promised.

Mistypaw choked out a sob. “I hope he comes home…”

Tinystar licked her between the ears. Truthfully, Tinystar still had no idea just how much persuading Darkstripe really had done to get Stonepaw to leave. If he had always felt out of place in ThunderClan, that feeling might be something that will never go away. Tinystar thought. What if he really does want to stay in a different Clan, even after this?

“T-Tinystar?”

“Yes, Mistypaw?” Tinystar looked down at his apprentice.

“Can… Can we bury her?”

Tinystar hesitated. Bury his enemy? His greatest foe? Part of him wanted to leave her for carrion, for all she’d done; but Mistypaw was looking down at her mother’s body with sorrow in her eyes, and Tinystar realized that he couldn’t bring himself to do it, no matter how much hatred he had for Bluestar.

“Of course,” Tinystar agreed. “We’ll bury her.”

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“Let all cats of ThunderClan gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!”

It was an unusual summons, reflected on Willowpelt’s face as she took a moment to realize that Tinystar actually meant all of ThunderClan. She ushered her kits out of the nursery, all three unaware of the tension in the clearing – just excited to be included.

Sunhigh light shone weakly down on the Clan. Every cat by now – excluding the kits – knew what had happened at Fourtrees now. Every cat knew the danger they were in. Worry for their lives filled every eye Tinystar met down below, and his heart twisted.

Can I bring them through this disaster?

He shook his head of the thought. He had to believe wholeheartedly that BloodClan could be defeated, for their sake. But it was all too easy to see blood pouring from each cat below – to see the clearing littered with their dead bodies. It left a lump in his throat.

What does StarClan think of this? Tinystar wondered, looking up at the pale sky. Their warrior ancestors had said nothing throughout the meeting, not as Bluestar died nine times nor as Scorch laid claim to the forest. Was there even anything they could do?

Tinystar cleared his throat, looking back down at his expectant Clanmates. “I’m sure you’ve all heard by now what happened at Fourtrees,” he announced. “But just to be clear – Bluestar is dead, and this BloodClan from Twolegplace has laid claim to the forest. We have three days to prepare to leave or to fight for our home.”

“Flee?” hissed Graystripe. “How could we? We’ve lived here for generations!”

One-eye bristled in the back. “This has always been our land!”

“We can fight them off,” insisted Dustpelt. “They’re just kittypets!”

“Yeah,” scoffed Ashpaw, “but they killed Bluestar!”

Nervous silence followed the apprentice’s point. Down below, Tinystar spotted Oakheart huddled with his daughters, his face filled with sorrow. He might have hated Bluestar in the end, but he had truly loved her, once. Her loss hit him hard, no matter how he might deny it.

“I know,” Tinystar meowed. “And I agree – we must fight.”

“What of RiverClan and ShadowClan?” Whitestorm wondered. “Will they fight, too? And on whose side?”

An uncomfortable murmur rippled through the crowd. BloodClan was many. ThunderClan and WindClan would barely stand a chance against those numbers. Would LionClan rejoin their former allies?

“I don’t know,” Tinystar admitted. “I don’t know where they stand, or if they even exist anymore. I don’t think any cat but Bluestar really knew about BloodClan’s involvement until the end.”

“Leopardstar would be too proud to break up LionClan,” Tawnypelt pointed out from her place near the center of the crowd. She stood with Featherpaw and Stormpaw in her shadow. “I could sneak into RiverClan territory to check.”

Tinystar flicked his tail. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s unwise,” he countered. “There’s no way of knowing what might happen to you if you were caught. LionClan will be addressed, but I’m afraid there are more pressing matters right now.”

He raised his chin, looking at the whole of his Clan. “For now, the most we can do is increase our patrols near the RiverClan border. Any information will be key.”

“Agreed,” Whitestorm rumbled.

“Beyond that – every cat must be ready to fight,” Tinystar announced.

“Even us?” Sorrelkit wondered from her place beside her mother. “Is that why you called every cat for the meeting?”

Tinystar nodded, his heart aching at the thought. But BloodClan was fierce and seemed ruthless – who knew what sort of code they operated on? Who knew if they would leave innocent kits alone in their bid to rule the forest? “Even the kits.”

Sorrelkit screeched with delight. She, Sootkit, and Rainkit bounced around Willowpelt, oblivious to the total threat. Willowpelt, meanwhile, looked up at Tinystar, her eyes impossibly large at the thought of her babies fighting.

This is nothing like what Brokentail did, Tinystar thought grimly. He trained kits as apprentices on purpose. I’m doing it for their own safety.

“You kits won’t be in the main battle, of course,” he pointed out. “But we’ll need every warrior and apprentice we have to fight. The camp will be barely defended. Every claw left behind might be necessary.”

Tinystar caught Sandstorm’s eye in the crowd. “You will train the kits, Sandstorm,” he ordered.

Sandstorm’s eyes lit up with surprise. “Of course,” she purred back. “By the time I’m through with them they’ll be the most feared kits in the forest.”

“Tinystar!” called Cloudtail. Tinystar looked at his niece – he hadn’t yet had the chance to speak with her about Scorch, and how she was feeling. Right now, however, beside Brightheart and Swiftfoot, she looked steady enough. “Brightheart and Swiftfoot have to be with us. They can fight as well as any warrior now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving them behind,” Tinystar admitted. “We’ll need every claw.”

“So what of ours?” asked Speckletail. She stood with the elders surrounding her. “Will we be able to fight?”

Tinystar frowned. “I want you all to sharpen your skills – but you won’t be in the battle itself. The camp will still need defending. I’m sorry to pull you away from your well-earned rests, but…”

“That’s all right,” Dappletail purred. “We could use the exercise.”

“We’re always ready to fight for our Clan,” Speckletail stated firmly. “Being old doesn’t make us useless.”

Tinystar nodded, grateful to have the backing of the proud, stubborn queen. He raised his voice again: “All warriors and apprentices need to sharpen their skills as well. Oakheart, I want you to create a training program that will work with Whitestorm’s patrols. Graystripe, you help.”

Oakheart looked up at Tinystar. He was filled with grief, but he was still a great warrior who knew when to put it aside. The tabby tom nodded. “Of course, Tinystar,” he meowed. “We’ll get these warriors fighting like the ancient cats in no time.”

“Brackenfur, what about you?” Tinystar asked, looking down into the shadow of the Highrock. Brackenfur sat there, his injured leg sticking out awkwardly. “What do you need?”

“I’ll be collecting as many herbs as possible,” Brackenfur admitted. “I’ll be able to keep most of my bundles for today but even many of those leaves are stale. I’ll need another pair of eyes to help scour the territory with me and Mosspaw. Not all the time, but whenever they’re free.”

Tinystar scanned the line of apprentices. “You can have Fernpaw,” he decided. Fernpaw was smart and kind – she would take easily to the work. Plus, she was an older apprentice – there weren’t as many new moves to teach her.

Tinystar went over everything in his head. For now, that seemed to be it. He raised his voice: “ThunderClan! We will survive BloodClan, together! We’re stronger than these rogues from Twolegplace and their mockery of a Clan!”

“ThunderClan!” cheered the cats, their spirits lifting. “ThunderClan!”

“Rest,” Tinystar told them. “And begin preparations at once.”

#tb au #tb the darkest hour

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Chapter One

"Greenkit, wake up!" Greenkit's vivid green eyes fluttered open as his brother Stormkit batted his face in an attempt to wake him. "What's happening?" Grumbled a very disgruntled Greenkit as he rose to his paws and shook moss from his sleek black pelt. "Finally!" Cheered Stormkit, looking pleased with himself. "Our ceremony is today!"

Greenkit perked up immediately upon hearing his brother's words. "Let's go!" He squeaked, racing across the Nursery. But right before he reached the exit, Greenkit felt himself being pulled back by the scruff of his neck. "Oh no you don't." Cooed Petalnose as she rested her son on her paws and began to groom him. "Mooom!" Greenkit complained. Petalnose just chuckled warmly. "You aren't going to your ceremony with fur like that." "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the High Rock for a clan meeting." Greenkit squirmed impatiently in his mother's paws. "It's time!" He squealed. Petalnose released him after one last lick across the back of his neck. She followed her kits out of the den as they bounded across camp to sit among their clanmates. Greenkit locked eyes with his leader and father, Goldenstar. 'You'd better give me a cool mentor, dad.' After everyone was settled down in the camp's clearing, Goldenstar opened his maw to speak. "Today, two of ThunderClan's kits have reached six moons of age and are ready to become apprentices." As his father spoke, Greenkit was practically trembling with excitement. "Stormkit," The golden pelted Leader began. "It is time for you to receive your new name and mentor." Greenkit bit back a sigh of jealousy. 'How come he always gets to go first?' "Now that you have reached the proper age, you will be known as Stormpaw." The clearing erupted with cheering as Stormpaw's clanmates chanted his new name. Greenkit watched as his brother puffed out his chest with pride, a giddy grin forming on his muzzle. "Badgerstep," Upon hearing his name, a giant black and white mottled tom emerged from the crowd. "You are ready to take on your first apprentice." Badgerstep dipped his head respectfully before glancing to the side at his new apprentice. "I'll train him to the best of my ability, Goldenstar." Badgerstep purred, turning to touch noses with his flustered apprentice. 'What a cool mentor!' Greenkit thought, amazed by this warrior's size and mesmerized by the way his muscles rippled beneath his thick pelt. After the cheering and excitement started to die down a bit, Goldenstar turned his attention to Greenkit. "Greenkit," He began, and the young tom felt his heart leaping in his chest. "You will now be known as Greenpaw." Just as his clanmates had done with his brother Stormpaw, everyone began to call out his name encouragingly. "Your mentor will be Vipertooth." Greenpaw watched as a tall, glossy furred black tom stepped forward. When Vipertooth turned to Greenpaw, he noticed that his new mentor looked ill and exhausted. 'He looks like he hasn't slept in days!' Greenpaw thought to himself as he touched noses with Vipertooth, having to lean up a bit being that he was only half his mentor's size. "I will train him well." Vipertooth meowed hoarsely, offering Greenpaw a kind smile. 'At least he seems to like me.' Goldenstar descended from the High Rock after dismissing the meeting, approaching his sons and their mentors. Greenpaw beamed at the warm smile on his father's features. "I expect only the best from you two." And with that, he was gone with the rest of the dawn patrol, leaving the two apprentices to their new mentors. "So, what's first?" Stormpaw piped up, looking up at Badgerstep eagerly. Vipertooth stifled a yawn before gesturing with a nod toward the Apprentice den. "You should prepare your nests before we start training." Greenpaw nodded and ran off in the direction of the Apprentice den, Stormpaw following close behind. Upon poking his head into the den, Greenpaw watched as a messy furred and wide eyed white tom jolted backward, looking startled. Once the white tom saw the looks of confusion that his new denmates were giving him, he froze up with embarrassment, starting to shake nervously. Greenpaw snickered, whiskers twitching with amusement, but his brother shoved him aside and approached the quivering tom. "Ignore my furball of a brother." Stormpaw meowed, offering a kind smile and earning a sharp glare from Greenpaw. "Hi, I'm Twitchpaw!" The white tom blurted out. "A suiting name." Greenpaw purred, smirking playfully. Stormpaw rolled his eyes and cuffed his brother across the ears. "I'm Stormpaw, and my brother is named Greenpaw." Twitchpaw nodded, though he continued to shake. "Oh, I must have missed your ceremony! Hi, I'm Twitchpaw!" He shouted before feeling himself grow hot beneath his pelt as he realized he had repeated himself. 'He's awfully loud.' Greenpaw thought. 'It's like he just randomly spouts out words without even thinking.' As Stormpaw started conversation with their new denmate, Greenpaw explored the den absentmindedly. "So, who are your mentors?" Twitchpaw inquired, beginning to groom his messy fur. "Badgerstep!" Stormpaw purred in response. "Oh, I don't know too much about him." Twitchpaw admitted. Greenpaw perked up as he was tearing moss off the wall of the den for bedding, noticing Twitchpaw staring at him expectantly. "Oh, I got Vipertooth as my mentor." Twitchpaw seemed to light up, bouncing up on the tips of his paws. "That's my dad!" He shouted before pausing for a moment. "Well, one of them at least." Before Greenpaw could open his mouth to reply, a stern voice echoed through ThunderClan camp. "Are you two done goofing off yet?" Badgerstep sounded impatient and it caused Greenpaw's neck fur to rise. Stormpaw jumped to his paws, shooting Twitchpaw an apologetic look. Greenpaw and Stormpaw hurried out into the camp clearing to meet their mentors. "Sorry, sir." Stormpaw mumbled, looking down at his paws. "It's alright." Vipertooth meowed comfortingly, nudging them both toward the camp's entrance with his nose. Badgerstep just sighed. "Let's go." The second they managed to push their way through the bramble tunnel that led to ThunderClan's dense forest territory, both apprentices felt a surge of excitement. "Follow us." Vipertooth meowed, gesturing with his tail toward a path of flattened grass and undergrowth. As the apprentices and their mentors reached the end of the path, they came to a sandy clearing. "This is the training hollow." "Don't wander off, Stormpaw." Badgerstep grumbled as he noticed his apprentice starting to stray while sniffing around. "We don't have all day." Stormpaw's ears pricked and he scampered back to his mentor's side. Vipertooth glanced over his shoulder at Badgerstep as he started out of the hollow. "Where to next?" He croaked drowsily, rubbing his eyes. "Sunning rocks?" Badgerstep suggested and Vipertooth shrugged. "Sure, why not?" As they neared RiverClan's border, Greenpaw noticed the undergrowth growing sparse. When he could hear the roaring and churning of the river, the young black-furred tom could tell they were close. Eventually, the trees parted to reveal a river bank littered with smooth rocks that glistened with river water. With the warm rays of sunlight hitting the rocks, Greenpaw could see how Sunning Rocks had earned its name. "Consider yourselves lucky that you got the chance to see this place. Those otters are always trying to steal it from us." Badgerstep meowed as he settled down at the river's edge, motioning Stormpaw and Greenpaw closer. Greenpaw's nose scrunched up at the pungent smell of fish and wet fur. "The forest across the river has no shortage of rivers, streams, and ponds. It's perfect territory for RiverClan warriors." Vipertooth explained softly. "Is that a RiverClan cat?" Stormpaw piped up, eyes fixed on a chubby gray molly across the border. She appeared to be gathering herbs. When the young molly noticed she was being watched by four ThunderClanners, she darted off. "That was Bubblepaw, RiverClan's Medicine Cat Apprentice." Vipertooth meowed before stretching his jaws in a toothy yawn. "We have a lot more territory to cover." Badgerstep stated plainly, getting back to his paws. 'Are we really in that much of a hurry?' Greenpaw wondered with a shrug. Badgerstep seemed like he was going to be difficult to impress. 'Maybe I got lucky with Vipertooth.' "Next is the ShadowClan border." Badgerstep meowed, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the apprentices were keeping up. "You both need to stay close to us." The four ThunderClanners continued along the border until they reached what Greenpaw could only guess was the Thunder Path. Before him was a huge winding road that stretched across the ShadowClan border like a giant black snake. The smell of asphalt and gravel stung his nose. "ShadowClan lives in the marshland. They prefer to hunt in the mud." Vipertooth explained. "Don't expect to see any patrols this early in the day either. They normally come out when it's darker. And whatever you do, keep your guard up. They blend into the shadows like overgrown rats and are notorious for sneak attacks." "But they wouldn't attack for no reason, would they?" Piped Stormpaw as he glanced around anxiously. "You can never be too sure." Badgerstep grumbled. "ShadowClanners are sneaky and mischevious." Stormpaw shot his brother a look and chuckled. "Maybe you should have been a ShadowClan cat in that case." He teased. Greenpaw just rolled his eyes in response. "Where to next?" Greenpaw asked, shoving Stormpaw out of the way to reach their mentors. His brother grumbled something under his breath but Greenpaw pretended not to notice. "Snake Rocks." Vipertooth meowed, turning away from the Thunder Path and back into ThunderClan territory, his long black tail almost hitting Greenpaw in the face. "Isn't that where all the adders live?" Greenpaw asked hesitantly. "Yes, but if you stay with us, everything will be fine." Vipertooth comforted, offering his apprentice a smile and brushing his tail along Greenpaw's spine. Greenpaw still wasn't so sure, but he took a deep breath and reluctantly followed his mentor. "I could kill an adder with my eyes closed!" Stormpaw boasted, puffing out his fluffy chest.

"Their venom would kill you in seconds, you dumb furball!" Greenpaw retaliated. He wasn't quite sure why he was both fascinated by and terrified of snakes. But Greenpaw swallowed hard and continued to follow the mentors, trying his best to push his fears to the back of his mind. No stupid snake was going to keep him from his training. Or so he thought. "We're here." Vipertooth came to a halt in front of a clearing of scattered rocks and slabs of stone varying in size. But as soon as his gaze fell on the rocks, Greenpaw immediately felt ill and chills ran up and down his spine. 'What's happening to me?' He thought helplessly as his mind began to race and his breathing grew ragged. Stormpaw's eyes widened when he noticed Greenpaw's horrified expression. "Are you okay?" Stormpaw's voice was thick with worry and concern for his brother. But Greenpaw couldn't choke out a response as he felt himself losing consciousness. As his eyes began to flutter shut and his legs went out from under him, Greenpaw saw an eerily familiar beautiful black molly pressing her paw against his chest. "I'm so sorry." The molly spoke into his ear as Greenpaw collapsed and fainted. "Greenpaw, you're awake!" Stormpaw shouted the second his brother's vibrant green eyes blinked open. Greenpaw groaned and pushed Stormpaw's prodding paws away. "What happened?" Stormpaw backed off a bit in order to give Greenpaw some space and shrugged. "We don't really know." Stormpaw admitted, helping Greenpaw back to his paws. His legs were a bit wobbly at first but otherwise, Greenpaw felt fine. He shook out his sleek black pelt as he rose. "Where are Vipertooth and Badgerstep?" Greenpaw wondered aloud after a quick glance around the rocks. "Vipertooth kinda... panicked." Stormpaw explained, motioning with the flick of his tail-tip toward a hunched over, trembling and frantic looking Vipertooth. Badgerstep was settled down beside him, speaking softly into his ears in an attempt to comfort his shaken up clanmate. Upon seeing his apprentice rise to his paws, conscious and unharmed, Vipertooth rushed to Greenpaw's side, eyes still full of tears. "You're okay! Thank StarClan, you're okay!" He immediately pushed his muzzle into Greenpaw's pelt and sniffled. "I was so worried!" Vipertooth then pulled his nose out of his apprentice's fur before he had time to process his mentor's reaction. "You aren't hurt, are you?" Startled and unsure of how to respond, Greenpaw just shook his head. Badgerstep trudged cautiously across the warm stones and cuffed Vipertooth lightly across the ears. "I told you he'd be fine." Badgerstep huffed, sounding exasperated and a bit annoyed. "Now let's head back to camp." Greenpaw's long, sleek tail lashed back and forth, making it appear similar to one of the adders that Snake Rocks had been named after. "We can't leave yet!" He protested. "We haven't seen all of the territory, have we?" Badgerstep didn't even bother to turn and face the young apprentice. Instead he started trudging toward camp, expecting the other three to follow. "Hunting patrols are heading out soon and we've wasted too much time." Badgerstep stated matter-of-factly. Greenpaw just let out a long sigh and followed alongside Stormpaw until they reached camp.

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orkestrations · 7 years ago

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Shattersky, Chapter Seven

Warnings: Starvation and sickness, implied/stated abuse

Pairings: Gen

Summary: The Clans have lived in peace for many moons. Now they creep closer and closer to the edge of war, with one nudge being all that’s needed to drown the Forest in battle. The rogues will be that nudge. The Clans will shatter. In the end, it will be the responsibility of the cats who make up the Clans to carve their own destiny.If the Clans are to survive, what was lost must become found, what once was honored must be restored and recreated, and only one under the moon can drive out the poisons that plague the land.

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“There are finally small minions to do bedding chores,” Stonepaw sighed.

Ripplepaw and Stonepaw were walking along the frozen River, taking a short break from hunting. The frozen ground crunched under their paws. Occasionally, creaking could be heard from the ice on the River.

“It’ll be good to have more company in the den again,” Ripplepaw added.

“It’ll be warmer,” Stonepaw agreed.

Cloudfur and Swiftrunner’s kits Duskpaw, Minnowpaw, Pebblepaw, Oakpaw, and Willowpaw had been made apprentices earlier that day. The two older apprentices had joined Duskpaw, Thorneye, Minnowpaw, and Dewfern for the first part of the new apprentices’ border-showing and had then split off to do some solo hunting. Their mentors were probably following them, using the time as an informal assessment.

The two littermates returned to camp later that day with a vole and a dove between them. It wouldn’t be the first day they had skipped a meal, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Besides, when they returned, Mistfall was kitting. Lilypaw would be in there helping deliver her siblings.

“We should save the dove for Lilypaw and Dawnheart,” Ripplepaw murmured, her muzzle close to Stonepaw’s ear.

“Right,” he said. “I’ll take this to the elders’ den, then.”

He padded off, the vole in his mouth, and Ripplepaw felt a brief flash of longing for the warmth of a body near hers.

It was almost like Ravagestorm heard her thoughts, because he padded over.

“Your den’s going to be more crowded than it ever was with us in it.” They brushed against each other in greeting before he continued speaking. “At least it’ll be warmer.”

“Funny,” Ripplepaw remarked. “That’s what Stonepaw said.”

“Well, Stonepaw’s pretty intelligent,” Ravagestorm replied. Ripplepaw nodded.

“I know; he’s my littermate,” she said, warmth swelling in her chest.

By the time the watery Leafbare sun set, Ripplepaw, Lilypaw, and Stonepaw had four siblings- Redfoot beckoned Ripplepaw and Stonepaw into see them, while Dawnheart left the nursery.

“Stonepaw and I saved this for you and Lilypaw,” Ripplepaw said to Dawnheart while gesturing to the dove with her tail.

“Thank you,” Dawnheart replied.

The inside of the nursery wasn’t as cold as the outside, which honestly wasn’t saying much. Redfoot was sitting against Mistfall’s back while Mistfall was curled around their four kits.

“This is Songkit,” Redfoot said, pointing with his tail to a little fawn she-cat with stripes on her tail. “Scorchkit.” A cinnamon tom with a darker tail. “Heronkit.” A little lilac she-cat with a striped tail. “And Mintkit.” A little blue-furred she-cat.

“I keep forgetting how tiny they are when they’re first kitted,” Ripplepaw murmured, feeling Stonepaw’s rumble of agreement from where he was pressed to her side.

“It’s hard to believe we were ever that small,” he added, leaning in close to sniff at Scorchkit. “Are they warm enough?”

Mistfall purred. “You’re welcome to help me keep them warm.”

Ripplepaw and Stonepaw moved to curl up with their mother and new siblings. Lilypaw was already asleep next to Redfoot. The family slept together that night, peaceful and undisturbed.

:::

No one slept undisturbed in the ShadowClan camp anymore.

Frogstar was sitting next to one of the pine trees that encircled her camp, listening to the wind hiss through the needles. The camp was mostly sheltered from the chill wind, but a layer of frost covered everything. The ground was frozen solid, and not a single cat in the Clan had eaten their fill for more than a moon.

Especially Frogstar. She had multiple lives to give. Her Clanmates did not.

Snakehiss stalked over, a thin mouse in her jaws and her chocolate fur fluffed against the cold. She set the mouse at Frogstar’s paws and began to speak.

“Everyone’s already eaten,” she said. “We may not be full, but I’m not watching you lose another life to starvation.”

Frogstar sighed. “When did I deserve a sister like you?”

“What, mean and cranky and bossy? I’m pretty sure I should be asking what I did to deserve you as a sister. Now, eat your damn mouse before I make you,” Snakehiss replied, narrowing yellow eyes at her sister.

Frogstar ate. With her sister there demanding, how could she disobey?

“Are you happy now?” she asked when she finished.

“I’m never happy,” Snakehiss replied.

They sat without speaking for several moments.

“I’m thinking of sending Mistpaw to RiverClan to ask for catmint,” Frogstar said.

“RiverClan would definitely share. Do you know if they’ve been struck by the greencough?” Snakehiss asked.

“I don’t think so, but Stormstar would hardly announce it at a Gathering if they were,” Frogstar replied, flicking her tail.

As if cued, someone coughed in the medicine den. It was a wet, hacking sound.

“I hate to voice it, but I don’t think Batpaw has very long,” Snakehiss murmured, grief tinging her voice.

“If we don’t get rid of the sickness or the hunger, I don’t think any of us will have very long,” Frogstar responded. Her gaze grew distant as she thought. “I’ll have Smokespiral send Mistpaw in the morning. Let us hope StarClan is feeling merciful.”

“When has StarClan ever felt merciful towards us,” Snakehiss growled, glaring at the clouded sky. Frogstar sighed. She would never voice it, but she shared her sister’s sentiment.

:::

Thorneye, Flamescar, Duskpaw, and Ripplepaw were the members of the patrol that found Mistpaw of ShadowClan on their territory. Flamescar was the first to recognize the small black tom with the gold eyes, and he gestured with his tail for the rest of the patrol to stand down.

“What brings the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice to our territory?” he asked, and Mistpaw dipped his head in respect.

“Frogstar and Smokespiral have sent me to speak with Dawnheart,” he replied.

“And why do you need to speak with our medicine cat?” Flamescar asked, his tail flicking and narrowed eyes scrutinizing the younger cat.

“We have greencough in our camp, and no catmint with which to treat it,” Mistpaw replied. “I hoped to request help from Dawnheart- RiverClan has shared herbs with us in the past, as Frogstar and Smokespiral have told me.”

Flamescar paused. “That is true. Ripplepaw, take him back to camp. We’ll finish the patrol.”

Ripplepaw dipped her head to Flamescar, and then turned to Mistpaw.

“Follow me,” she said, beckoning with her tail and beginning to take the quickest way back to camp. Mistpaw followed her, and occasionally she had to slow her pace so that the skinny tom could keep up.

And he was skinny. She could see his ribs through his thin, ratty coat.

“I don’t mean to be presumptuous,” she said, eyeing him, “but if it’s cleared by Stormstar, I’m sure herbs aren’t the only things we can spare.”

“We don’t need your pity,” Mistpaw replied, his ears lowering as he eyed her cautiously.

“It’s not pity,” Ripplepaw replied, rolling her eyes. “We’d be awfully sorry warriors if we let another Clan starve to death.”

“We’re not starving,” Mistpaw replied, jerking back, affronted.

“Then why are you so skinny I could count your ribs?” Ripplepaw asked, flicking an ear.

“Okay, so we’re a little hungry, but that’s just how Leafbare goes,” he replied, huffing.

Ripplepaw rolled her eyes. “Alright, whatever. Please don’t starve to death, though.”

“I’ll try not to,” Mistpaw bit back.

The two apprentices were met by Sunfall standing guard at the entrance to the camp. Her golden eyes were curious as she addressed Ripplepaw.

“Why do you have a ShadowClan apprentice with you?” she asked, flicking one cream-colored ear and tilting her head with curiosity.

“He’s the medicine cat apprentice,” Ripplepaw replied. “He wants to ask Dawnheart for catmint.”

Sunfall nodded. “Okay. Make sure you speak with both Stormstar and Dawnheart.”

“I will,” Ripplepaw replied, and Sunfall stepped aside to allow the two into camp. It didn’t take long for them to find Stormstar sharing tongues with Lightsky, and Ripplepaw felt her stomach turn over as he fixed her with inquiring blue eyes.

“Mistpaw’s been sent to request herbs from Dawnheart,” Ripplepaw said. “Flamescar had me escort him to camp.”

“Very well,” Stormstar said, acknowledging Mistpaw with a shallow nod of his head. “Dawnheart and Lilypaw were both in the medicine den, last I was aware of.”

“Thank you,” Ripplepaw replied, and she led Mistpaw over to the medicine den, where she could hear Dawnheart instructing Lilypaw on strategies for caring for herb patches over Leafbare. “Dawnheart?” Ripplepaw called, and she heard the two move within as they walked to the entrance of the den.

“Yes Ripplepaw?” Dawnheart asked, sticking her head out, and then doing a double take as she saw Mistpaw. “Mistpaw? What are you doing in our camp?”

“I came to ask if you have any catmint you could spare ShadowClan,” he said, dipping his head and scuffing one of his paws on the ground.

“Of course!” Dawnheart replied, her hazel eyes wide and sympathetic. “Ripplepaw, I might ask you to help Mistpaw back to his camp, stick around, please.” The three medicine cats vanished into the depths of the den, leaving Ripplepaw to stand and shift her weight from side-to-side outside the entrance. Eventually they reappeared, the two apprentices carrying packets of herbs. Lilypaw passed her packet to Ripplepaw, who took it in her teeth. She was careful- the herbs were important. ShadowClan couldn’t afford to have any damaged.

“Travel safe,” Dawnheart told them, waving them off with her tail.

Ripplepaw led the way through RiverClan territory. She crossed the River first, patiently showing Mistpaw the most sure way of jumping from one fallen tree to the other. After they crossed the River, Mistpaw took the lead.

Ripplepaw had never seen the Thunderpath before- the smooth expanse of hard black surface, covered in hard-packed snow, was awe-inspiring. It was hardly beautiful, but that it existed? It was something she had never seen before. She let Mistpaw lead her. He knew the Thunderpath, better than she would ever hope to.

The frozen marsh they crossed into was quiet, like the dawn just before the camp awoke. There was a pine forest a little ways into the distance- the ShadowClan camp was at the edge of this forest, tucked into the trees and out of what would surely be damp and soggy when the thaw came.

All the ShadowClan cats were skinny like Mistpaw, and they all eyed Ripplepaw with suspicion. She ducked her head and followed close behind him. A brown tabby tom with copper eyes slunk out of the shadows to meet them.

“Mistpaw,” he greeted. The apprentice gently set down the herbs.

“Smokespiral,” he replied, greeting his mentor with a touch of their noses. “This is Ripplepaw. She helped me carry the catmint here.”

“Well, I am grateful for your assistance,” Smokespiral said, turning his gaze onto her. “Let Dawnheart know of our continued gratitude.”

Ripplepaw set down the packet of herbs. “I will,” she replied, dipping her head in respect.

Smokespiral turned to where a fawn tabby she-cat was sharing tongues with a black tom. “Snagbranch, if you would see Ripplepaw to the border?”

“Yes, Smokespiral,” the tabby she-cat said. She murmured her farewell to her partner and padded over. “If you’re ready?” she inquired, and Ripplepaw waved her tail in acquiescence. She followed Snagbranch to the border in silence.

Ripplepaw decided to hunt during her walk back to the camp. The quickly-fading light was leading to the chill settling deeper over the land, but maybe she could find a mouse or two to take back to camp.

She stalked quietly through her territory, ears pricked for any sounds that might be prey. She had little siblings to feed, and a Clan to take care of

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“Keep your weight even,” Ripplepaw whispered to Pebblepaw. Shinefrost and Flamescar were nearby, keeping an eye on them. “If your weight’s too uneven, you’ll slam your paws down and scare your prey off.”

“I’m trying,” Pebblepaw hissed back, pinning her ears to her head.

“I’m just trying to help,” Ripplepaw muttered. “You don’t need to claw my ears off for it.”

She turned to go find her own prey to hunt, when something caught her attention. Someone was moving through their territory, and it didn’t sound like prey. Her nose in the air, she tried to catch the scent.

Flamescar and Shinefrost seemingly materialized by her side, having read her body language.

“I hear it,” Shinefrost murmured. Flamescar scented the air.

“I don’t have anything yet,” he replied. The three cats stalked towards the noise, gliding soundlessly over the ground. Shinefrost was the first to catch the scent, and she stopped them with an ear-flick.

“Rogue,” she hissed, and the three split up to try and surround the other cat.

Ripplepaw’s heart pounded in her chest. There was only one rogue there, but her head buzzed with anxiety and her veins thrummed with adrenaline.

Shinefrost broke out first, and Flamescar and Ripplepaw followed suit. Shinefrost was a silver blur as she pinned the cinnamon-colored rogue she-cat.

“What are you doing on RiverClan territory!” she snarled, her teeth up close and personal with the rogue she-cat’s face.

“Please don’t hurt me!” the rogue gasped, flinching away and cowering underneath Shinefrost. “I just want to get away from them, please, please, don’t hurt me!”

“Get away from who?” Shinefrost asked, letting up a little.

“My- my family, oh please, oh fox-dung, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t hurt me!”

“Why are you trying to run away from your family?” Shinefrost asked, getting off of the other she-cat and letting her up. The smaller she-cat looked young- maybe a moon or two older than Ripplepaw, at the most.

“I don’t- I- my sisters, they’re, oh fox-dung, they hurt my sisters, they hurt me- we don’t want to be hurt anymore!” she cried, flinching away as Flamescar padded into view.

“Where are your sisters?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

“They’re, they’re a little ways back, I came first, please don’t hurt us,” she said.

Pebblepaw chose that moment to bound out into the open- her fur was fluffed and she was primed to attack, but Ripplepaw put herself between the overeager apprentice and the traumatized she-cat.

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t attack,” Ripplepaw murmured, dipping her muzzle close to Pebblepaw’s ear.

“Go get your sisters,” Shinefrost instructed, her voice gentle, “and we’re going to take you back to camp and talk with our leader. Why are you on our territory, specifically?”

“You were the closest,” the she-cat whispered, “and I hear stories about you- they tell us otherwise, but the other non-Clan cats talk. They say you don’t hurt the cats in your Clan. We don’t want to be hurt anymore.”

“Go find your sisters,” Shinefrost repeated, her voice softer. “We won’t hurt you, we promise.”

The four RiverClan cats watched the cinnamon she-cat pad off, and they waited there until she returned, two tortoiseshell she-cats following her.

“I’m Scree,” she said, her head low and orange eyes surveying the ground. “My sisters are Willow and Whisper.”

“My name is Shinefrost,” the silver warrior said. “My companions are Flamescar, Ripplepaw, and Pebblepaw.” The three cats dipped their heads in turn as she said their names. “We’re going to lead you back to our camp and discuss with our leader and senior warriors about what you want. I’m sure that if you truly wish to join the Clan, we can make a place for you. You wouldn’t be the first to.”

“Thank you,” Scree whispered, her head ducked. All three sisters shared the same scared, twitchy demeanor. Whisper had a claw-scar on her forehead, while Willow’s eyes scanned the area like she was looking for a ghost she was terrified of finding.

Not one of the cats spoke as they walked to the camp, at least until Flamescar spoke up.

“Ripplepaw, go give Stormstar a heads up about this,” he said.

“Will do,” she replied, and she picked up her pace until she was running through the territory. She slowed down near the camp, so her breathing was mostly normal, and she entered and walked over to Stormstar. He already had Dewfern, Redfoot, and Tornpelt around him- likely discussing tomorrow’s patrols.

She padded over and inserted herself into their conversation. “I was on hunting patrol with Flamescar, Shinefrost, and Pebblepaw, and we found three rogues- sisters- who expressed interest in, if not joining the Clan, sheltering with us for a night. They’re running away from their family.”

“Do you know why they’re running from their family?” Stormstar asked, his eyes hesitantly curious, like he was dreading the answer.

“Because they hurt them,” Ripplepaw replied.

Her response provoked discomfort among the warriors- they shifted and shared expressions.

“I was sent ahead to warn you,” she added, and Stormstar turned his gaze back to her.

“Thank you for the warning,” he said, dismissing her with a flick of his tail.

That night, they had three new denmates.

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songsteps · 6 years ago

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I'm thinking of how each clan might have different 'clothing' customs based off of their location and prey (and in some cases how I veiw the clans overall 'feel' in style)

so actually let's start with RiverClan, most cats wear at least something usually a collar or necklace type thing, often decorated with fishscales, small smooth pebbles that the river rounded and made all shiny, and occasionally a pretty piece of twoleg rubbish from the river/summer camp sites, I'm thinking things like discared fishing string is used to keep stuff together I think, or stuff like that, I feel like they might have less leather b/c of the prey that has hides they hunt being smaller (you don't hear of them catching rabbits and stuff) and I'm not 100% all the things you could do by scaling fish? I also am picturing most of their accessories are for show, I imagine ceremonial accessories like the leaders crowns might look the closest to a human one in arrangement of ornaments, maybe it has glass weathered by the river as 'gemstones', I also see them using flowers to enhance all of their accessories

as for WindClan I assume they have the most abundance of larger amounts of leather since they mostly hunt rabbits which have bigger hides, I also think that during winter they would keep the fur on the hides and make 'coats' for shorter furred members of the clan, and also use the white winter coats to disguise cats that have darker pelts and would usually be more noticeable in the snow , I think maybe WindClan medicine cats might make and distribute larger leather pouches to like RiverClan and other clans for herb storage and collection since they have more materials for it? as for the leaders crowns I can't help but think of antler like things made out of sticks and tied together with leather, cause another fantasy AU makes me think of Jackalopes for WindClan, maybe it is even attached to a rabbit head/pelt that's sorta worn like a hood?

I can help but picture that ShadowClan has the heaviest use of prey bones, it just seems like them haha, also in the old forest they'd have access to the carrion place, it's risky to go there but obtaining non edible and durable twoleg materials is good to string together bones and stuff, at the lake maybe they use the Greenleaf place when it's part of their territory (and ofc ThunderClan uses it too when they have it) but a lot of the older items made with more unique materials were passed down through the generations, I also picture them as piercing their ears and having lil bones for earrings, otherwise I think they have a decent amount of leather but not an abundance big hides for larger items, maybe at the lake there's a lil bit larger ones because they have like... more squirrels in the pine forest vs the marshy land of the old forest? I also picture them having fur collars kinda for show, like you sorta would think royalty would have, that and the bones are the main fashion, though I feel like that might be more for show during ceremonies and gatherings and most of the time in everyday life they just have their lighter and less obstructive simple bone accessories, except maybe light pelted cats that, similar to WindClan, have some sort of 'coat' that helps disguise them in their surroundings, for leader crowns I think of a thorny crown with bones, something that looks edgy ya know? and a cloak made of multiple pelts with a diff around the shoulders?

I picture Thunderclan actually having a similar style, probably with less bones and more styled leather and furred things, like ShadowClan and WindClan they use coats to disguise themselves, and probably have the same supply of leather as ShadowClan considering their prey is pretty similar, in the old forest maybe it was like, not just special to catch a snake b/c holy shit it's a snake, but also cause the cat who caught it gets dibs to make a cool accessory out of it to show off their accomplishment, Ravenpaw has one that he keeps when he goes to the barn and thinks of his friends back in the Clans every time he looks at it, I also picture ThunderClan as using flowers to decorate their accessories like RiverClan does, maybe some feathers are also used in decoration, and I picture the crown for ThunderClan being woven Brambles with flowers and other plant life

SkyClan before they were driven out did use a lot of feathers and squirrel pelts b/c of their tendency to hunt in trees and such, the crown was woven twigs with white down feathers that looked like clouds, this was all lost when SkyClan fell apart, and the cats in the gorge weren't taught in detail how to tan hides and all of that, other than flowers and stuff they could just tie or stick in their pelts they didn't have much in the way of accessories, though there were a few leather pouches Sandstorm and Firestar brought with them that were left with SkyClan for Echosong to use, when they arrive at the lake however there was the chance to be taught the skills of making more complex accessories more consistently, and I think they might return to some of old SkyClan's styles with some creative twists

ANYWAY A LOT OF THIS IS REAL ROUGH AND OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD with very little knowledge of like... using hides of prey for stuff and all of that but, if anyone more knowledgeable wants to build off these ideas I'd so very much love it if you'd share

(I also have some ideas that span all clans but I'll... return to that some other time)

instead of more realistic warriors were we trim back their abilities how about we think about things that happened in canon and see what we can do with all the ridiculous things these cats seem to be capable of

like, how about cats crafting accessories, they weave brambles and stuff into dens, and they know how to cut things (tail amputation anyone? let’s put that sharp rock to better use haha) maybe they weave lil pouches for herbs or make accessories like flowercrowns, maybe they use prey bones to make things?

or maybe we can go a bit farther and maybe they skin larger prey when there’s not a famine and make stuff out of it (I think leather goods might get eaten in extreme times of starvation unless there’s a whole lot of significance to an item) maybe these tasks are assigned to specfic cats who are good at them!!

what about crowns that leaders (and maybe deputies) wear for special occasions and they are all different depending on what clan they’re from!!! there could be all sorts of cool things like that!!!

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almighty-letu · 7 years ago

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20 Warrior cats questions

I wasn’t tagged, but i really wanted to do this challenge.

1. How did you get into Warriors?

When i was, maybe around 12 or 13, i was browsing through youtube when i stumble upon the SSS warrior cat animated series. From there i watched other animated projects related to warriors, i had no idea what was going, then i did a little research and discovered the series. And just a year later, i finally got my hands on Into the wild.

2. Favorite Arc?

Well, i haven’t read Omen of the stars yet, neither Dawn of the Clans (But i want to read it soooo badly!) nor Vision of shadows. Which leaves the first three series to choose from. I’m going to go with The prophecies begin, just because how well it is written. Maybe it’s because it’s the first series, but even today the story still holds up. I was so excited to start reading Power of three, but was kind of disappointed by the amount of filler it was put in. And i was really interested in the New prophecy arc at first but after they reached the lake, it kind of dragged from there. So the first series it is.

3. Favorite Book? (excluding mangas, super editions, novellas)

Oh that’s a tough question!

I think it will be a tie between “The darkest hour” and “Long shadows”. The darkest hour was the epic conclusion to the first series, and everything before was building up to this big moment, and it was just so cool to see the four Clans uniting to stand against BloodClan. Though the only nitpick that i have is that it’s kind of lame that the big bad is killed off so easy just so we can get a new “surprise” villain. But Scourge is cool, and i like him. (Yeah, i know he’s overrated, but i still like him as a villain)

“Long shadows” in my opinion was the first true warriors book that i have read since the end of the first series. Don’t get me wrong, not to say everything else was bad before this book, it just didn’t keep my interest from beginning to end. Some conflict stuff happened here and there, but that’s it. So much stuff happens in “Long shadows” and none of it was filler. I remember every single detail that happened in that book. And of course, there is the great fire scene near the end and the cliffhanger ending.

4. Favorite Super Edition, Novella, or Manga?

Okay, i’m going to cheat a little here and pick one for each.

For favorite super edition, my personal favorite is Tallstar’s revenge. I love the way WindClan is portrayed in this book. Tallstar’s point of view is very interesting, especially when you notice the change when he comes back. His relationship with Jake, of course. I haven’t read all of them, i’m currently reading Firestar’s quest and it’s good so far. If i had to rate the super editions i read from my favorite to my least favorite, the order would be: Tallstar’s revenge, Crookedstar’s promise, Firestar’s quest (Again, i’m still reading it, but so far from what i have seen this is where i would rate it. May change the further i progress in the story) Yellowfang’s secret, and finally Bluestar’s prophecy.

My favorite novella is “Mapleshade’s vengeance”. I love how dark it is. How it shows the darker side of warriors, the way Mapleshade went from a loving queen to this tormented, sick and twisted cat with a thirst to kill everyone who wronged her. But the interesting thing for me, is that she isn’t doing this for herself. (For the most part) But for her kits.

And for the manga, well... the only manga i read was “The rise of Scourge”. So i guess this is my favorite! XD

5. Favorite Clan?

ShadowClan. As much as i love the development and culture of WindClan from Tallstar’s revenge, ShadowClan is the one that catches my interest the most. I don’t remember now from where i read it, but when i saw this: “It was often said when the Clans were in the forest, that the cold north wind of the mountains chilled the ShadowClan warriors' hearts.” I thought this was so cool. ShadowClan is often judged to be the “slytherin” of the series. The obvious bad guys/bullies, and i think they deserve more. I haven’t read VoS, but from what i have heard, they are once again in the tyranny of some rogue. Can’t they catch a break for once? I wish this Clan was represented better.

6. Favorite Character?

Only one? Can i mention several? This is warriors after all. There are lots of characters! Fuck it, i’m doing it anyway.

Hollyleaf, love her character arc and i ship her with Fallen Leaves. Jayfeather, his grumpiness is really appealing (Unlike some other cats that i know *Cough cough* Bluestar *Cough cough*) his point of view is very interesting and i was always looking forward to read his parts in the books. Brambleclaw, and i do say “Claw” rather than “Star” because i don’t know how he is as a leader. I liked his struggle to set himself apart from his father, and his relationship with Squirrelflight. Cinderpelt, she deserved better. Yellowfang, grumpy grandmother with sharp tongue (Too bad her character is ruined and tainted further on into the series) Crookedstar, he suffers and goes through so much and yet he still becomes such a great leader. Brokenstar, no i don’t like him in the way that i understand what he went through and his motives are justified. I like him for how cool of a villain he was. (I like villains okay?) He killed kits by training them too hard, he killed his father, he banished his own mother, and ruled over ShadowClan with threats. He was so diabolically evil, how can you not love it? Whitestorm, he was very cool as this wise and respectable warrior. Um... i think that’s it.

7. Least Favorite Character?

Raggedstar, Crowfeather, Rainflower, Leopardstar, and Onestar.

I hate everything about Raggedstar. His character, his relationship with Yellowfang, his actions. He’s so whiny, and really despicable. I don’t care if you have daddy issues or not, you don’t manipulate the one you love just because she decided to become something else.

Crowfeather had so much potential, and i originally liked him in the new prophecies series. But then he became cold and uncaring, and i guess you could make the argument that’s what the Erins were going for after his failed relationship with Leafpool. But he should have been more honorable! Actually be loyal to WindClan because he is loyal, and not because he has to. Taking Nightcloud as a mate just to prove his loyalty is such a mean move, because he essentially used her. And then when the truth comes out about the three, he completely shifts the blame solely to Leafpool, and gets away scotch free! He better get a good redemption in Omen of the stars or else... i’m going to get angry.

Rainflower, Terrible, terrible mother. I hate her so much.

Leopardstar, not much to say in this one. I just don’t think she’s a very good leader, nor did she do much of anything to deserve her position. And she got on my nerves.

Onestar, what’s there to say about this douche cat that hasn’t already been said? He was great as Onewhisker, then he got his nine lives, and i guess one of his gifts was the gift of being an ass because after he became leader his character decided to change and become a complete jerk for no reason. So much for keeping the peace between ThunderClan and WindClan, am i right Tallstar?

8. Most Aesthetically Pleasing Cat?

This is going to be kind of a strange one: Ivypool, even though i don’t know much about her i really like her design. I like tabbies.

9. Favorite Leader?

I like Blackstar. He’s grumpy most of the time, and yeah, he makes some bad decisions. But hey, so does all of the other leaders. I personally would not mind to see a super edition about him. He used to be the deputy for both Brokenstar and Tigerstar, and when the position passed onto him, he stepped up and became a honorable leader. I would like to see this change more closely.

10. Favorite Villain?

As much as i like Brokenstar, i have to go with Mapleshade. She’s the queen of the Dark forest basically. I think she’s still around, if i’m not wrong? But the way she has solely devoted herself to revenge, to even manipulate a kit into basically selling his soul to her at the cost of his loved ones lives, is pretty messed up. Also, can i say that we should have more she-cat villains in the series? We need more she-cat villains in these series. I am so tired of big scarred tabbies going around being evil and stuff.

11. Favorite Medicine Cat?

Jayfeather. He’s a good medicine cat who’s not afraid to call out on StarClan’s bullshit when he has to. And he always does what is needed of him to fulfill the prophecy.

12. Overrated Character?

Bluestar. At this point, you are probably thinking i hate her guts, aren’t you? I don’t hate Bluestar, i don’t think i even dislike her. But the fandom treats her as if she is the greatest thing ever. If anyone so much as utters that they dislike her they are immediately showered with a storm of hate. How dare anyone dislike Bluestar? She’s fine guys, but she isn’t all that. Calm down. You can love her, of course you can, but we can dislike her too you know.

13. Underrated Character?

Dustpelt. I like his background development. He hated Firestar at first, and i guess he had a thing for Sandstorm. But then he met Ferncloud and discovered a softer side to him, and became a really loyal and devoted warrior.

14. Favorite Minor Character?

Longtail. He started off as a generic bully character, but he got development and managed to redeem himself in the end. Too bad he was put in the elders den. By a rabbit, of all things! (Which btw, why did the Erins send him off to the elders den for? I never got that) Also for honorable mentions goes to both Brackenfur and Runningwind.

15. Favorite Pairing?

I have so many! Fire x Sand - Good development, Squirrel x Bramble - i love me so love/hate relationships, Holly x Fallen - They helped each other out and have a cute relationship, Willow x Crooked - They are adorable, and of course Tall x Jake - So precious.

16. Least Favorite Pairing?

Crow x Night - He used her, end of story (In fact, might as well put all Crowfeather pairings in here, their all terrible) Spider x Daisy - This was completely out of nowhere, and he was never there for her or their kits. Spotted x Fire - Forced.

17. Favorite Friendship?

Brambleclaw and Stormfur, they were very good buddies during their journey to see Midnight, and i’m glad they kept the friendship even long after.

18. Favorite Moment?

Bluestar’s death. I swear i don’t hate her guys! I just really liked this moment, and thought it was a good conclusion to her character. Her reunion with her kits is very emotional.

19. Most Tragic Death?

It’s a tie between Stonefur and Cinderpelt’s death. Stonefur kept fighting til his last breath in what he believed was right. In front of an audience no less! Cinderpelt, despite everything she went through, was not afraid to lose her life to defend Sorreltail and her kits.

20. Favorite Battle / Fight Scene?

The climax to “Eclipse”. Kind of out of nowhere, especially with the great battle against BloodClan in “The darkest hour”. But this battle is so suspenseful. It’s not kept in the point of view of one single character throughout the whole thing, it keeps switching between Lion, Jay, and Holly as different events keep on happening. It’s Wind and River teaming up to drive out Thunder, leaving them no choice but to team up with Shadow. The four Clans fighting against each other, only to be stopped by the sun being blocked out. It’s a great scene, and i get the chills every time i re-read it.

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