#smoothsands

[fallenclan]

TW death and blood and whatnot but it’s moon 205 so what do you expect

…

The day had been so, so bright, and now the scent of blood nearly choked out the sun.

Flyspots felt Wormshade flinch against his side at another yowl of pain, cut off suddenly by what was surely the end. The camp was too flooded by noise and violence to know who it was for sure, but Flyspots could only hope that it wasn’t a young warrior dying before their time, that their kin didn’t have to see them go. He hoped it was fast. Not everyone had the luxury of a quick death today, he thought grimly, glancing behind him at Salmonskip.

Wormshade had managed to drag her here, into the cover the pair of mates had found at the start of the attack, after the dog that had fastened its jaws into her had let her go, apparently bored once its prey had grown too weak to fight. Even now, with the wound in his neck weeping and tears and blood splattered across his face, Salmonskip tried to stand. Wormshade was quick to return to her side, motioning for her to stay down. Flyspots followed, for once quiet.

“Well?” Salmonskip asked frantically, her breath wheezing with the effort. “Did—“

“I didn’t see Moosefall, not fighting nor on the ground.” The /injured or dead/ part of the last statement remained unspoken, though you could hear it in the roughness of Wormshade’s voice, the wetness of its eyes. “Your sibling or Brackenwing, either. And don’t even worry about Jumblepaw. I saw Rustbee leading the apprentices out before we hid, so she’s safe.” Though there was little emotion in Wormshade’s voice, anyone could see the words brought some semblance of comfort to the younger cat. He finally stopped his fruitless attempts to stand, and the tears flowed a little slower as Flyspots laid his tail on her ginger and silver back. He could feel a tear of his own slip down his cheek, and he spent one moment wondering how Wormshade could seem so calm, even now. But it’d always been that way, hadn’t it? He could remember its old mantra— Flyspots, we both know you’re dramatic enough to have enough emotions for the both of us. But he knew Wormshade always felt just as much, if not more, as he did.

“Yeah, what he said,” Flyspots said after the sounds of fighting from beyond the outcropping of stones that shielded them got too much. “Everyone’s gonna be fine.”

He jumped as Salmonskip released something resembling a laugh, his yellow eyes fluttering closed with pain and exhaustion. “Everyone but me,” she whispered, and Flyspots couldn’t quite tell if the words were bitter or not. He saw Wormshade lower his head out of the corner of his eye.

“Can you…” she paused, eyes open again, clearly struggling to speak now as her voice failed her. “Can you at least lay with me while I die?” 

Flyspots could not bring themself to respond at first, too shocked and overwhelmed and devastated, but Wormshade’s reaction was quick and short. “Of course,” it rasped, and lowered itself beside the bleeding molly, only hesitating a moment before resting his head on her flank. After that, Flyspots was quick to nod, to begin to lie down in honor of her request.

His belly hadn’t even touched the ground when the dog thrust its head around the rocks and grabbed him.

The pain was so great that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, but he heard Wormshade wail as he clawed desperately at flesh, trying to do anything to stop it. But it was too late, and everything went black.

•••

When he woke up the pain was gone, the sounds of the battle muted, but he saw the blood on the ground. He was still here, in this blood-soaked camp, and yet he wasn’t truly here. He rose, feeling lighter, stronger than he had in fifty moons, and met Salmonskip‘s eyes, saw her cheeks glimmering with tears that shone as stars on her ghostly form. But her fur was clean of crimson.

He hadn’t laid beside her as she died after all.

Flyspots didn’t look down, he didn’t want to, he dreaded seeing his own body lying lifeless. Instead, he scanned his surroundings, the ceiling of the cave. In death, he could somehow see the stars through the rock that separated the clan from the stars. As he watched, he spotted a brown flecked form leaping upwards, before disappearing in a flash of light. Beefreckle, the name appeared in his thoughts, and the realization sent a sensation so strong through his chest  that he thought he was dying a second time. His kit. His little boy was dead.

Salmonskip’s voice broke him from his shock, and when he looked at her once more, he found her watching him with sympathy in her eyes. “I was waiting for you, to go up there,” she said, jerking her head in the direction of the stars. “We can go now, if you’re ready.” He couldn’t go, though. Not yet.

When he found the strength to look down, avoiding looking at the body his spirit had left behind, his gaze fastened to what he’d been searching for. Wormshade. His mate was a few steps away from where he’d died, his sides rising and falling shallowly despite the wounds that decorated his sides and face and the blood that matted his dark fur. Flyspots stepped towards him, settling against his side, curling his tail around his back legs and settling his head down, listening to the faint sound of his breathing.

He didn’t hear her, but he could feel Salmonskip grow closer. “I know. He’ll be with you soon, but… it’s going to take him a while.” Flyspots knew. Somehow, he could sense it, could sense Wormshade slowly drifting. Slowly dying. The elder’s eyes were open, ever so slightly, but Flyspots couldn’t tell if it was conscious or not. Oh StarClan, he hoped not.

Flyspots curled a paw against Wormshade’s side, but he couldn’t feel his fur, or his warmth, only the pressure of something stopping his paw from going further. “Can we wait?” he asked suddenly, twisting his neck around so he was looking at Salmonskip. She was still crying stars.

He could see her hesitate, but after a heartbeat, she gave a slow nod, and sat down.

He didn’t know how long the two waited, but after a long while, Wormshade stirred.

The black tabby didn’t speak as he lifted his head, looked down at his corpse, saw the two ghosts waiting for him. It simply rose with Flyspots, pressed its head against his, gave Salmonskip a nod. Then the three leapt up through the stars.

Hours later, when the couple sat alone, still unused to the stars in their pelts as they watched the clan below them grieve, Flyspots asked his beloved a question.

“Are you sad that we’re here?”

Wormshade raised his head to meet his eyes, silent for a bit, lost in thought. Flyspots didn’t mind, of course, taking a moment to study him. The shimmer in each cats’s pelt were different colors, he’d realized. Salmonskip had glowed pale green. Flyspots sparkled with a hint of sky blue. And Wormshade, in death, was dusted with gold. It clashed a little with his amber eyes, but Flyspots thought it might have been the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d never cared for things that matched, anyways.

“No,” Wormshade responded, voice even and calm. “We were old. It was going to happen regardless.”

Practical. It always was practical. But still, it wasn’t enough for Flyspots. When was it ever? “Did it hurt?”

The silence was longer this time, and Wormshade’s voice was quieter when he answered. “Yes. So much.” The tabby breathed. He closed his eyes. He lifted his face upwards. “But that’s okay.”

And then he leaned against Flyspots’s side, and— oh. He understood.

It was okay.

Anyways I will never be the same <3

Wormshade is my favorite so even though this takes place through Flyspots point of view this is really a memorial to him. I included Salmonskip as well because Moosefall is my third favorite and I figured I’d pay homage to his mate

WUGHGGHH??? AUGHHH??? OH MY. FUCKING HOD. this hurts so bad. the sentence "His little boy was dead" actually gave me a visceral reaction. YEOWCH

[wyrm-clangen]

ooo to Frozentangle— how are you doing? Are you very close to anyone in the clan?

[amethyst-halo]

Ooo perhaps Dawnlight?

i like this guy he doesn't look like he's ever thought anything in his life

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

Oakley and Talise

[lostkitsclangen]

Look at all the little guys!!!! I had such a blast drawing everyone's ocs! I look forward to doing more stuff like this in the future!

Turtlekit, Spiderstar, and Redflower belong to @nettleclanstale! Love those guys sm

Berrymoss belongs to @heart-flower-cat

Stemstar is from @bundlesofcrows

Aphidburrow is from @fallen-aspenclan

Willowstar belongs to @sunflowerclangen

Hawksight from @whenwerun-clangen

Flipwind belongs to @smoothsands

Howlclaw is from @moonlightsnow

Thistleglide is from @legoangstissogay!

rambles and unshaded version under the cut!

to start, I maybe kinda tweaked the template to include more kitties bc they're all so pretty and handsome and cool that I didn't wanna miss out (also my friend who runs Roseclan was one of the later entries and I love Thistleglide am that I really wanted to include him <3 so heartbroken that he was captured by twolegs)

I did some snooping on most of the blogs to find more info about each character and see if I could incorporate that :3 hope I did good!

I know I said only one kitty per blog, but I love Nettleclans tale and am really happy angie snagged the first spot so they both got in. (and also a surprise Redflower bc how could I draw Spiderstar without her). Also I haven't drawn Turtlekit yet and she needs a W so she's being absolutely bamboozled by Redflower lol

Don't have much to say about Berrymoss and Stemstar but I tried to add in Berrymoss's dark forest affiliation with the black goop and I'm not sure about Stemstar's design since I didn't know what colors went where so I hope I did him somewhat justice.

Aphidburrow is doing puppy-dog eyes bc why not, also tried to match her shapes but idk how I did 😬 hope it's still good

Willowstar is literally so cute and I knew I wanted to show off that snaggletooth

Since Hawksight was bloodthirsty I figured I'd give him a little battle action while also being snarky

Couldn't find much on Flipwind or Howlclaw but they both gave me certain vibes, y'know?

and Thistleglide, the poor baby <3 please tell me he finds his way home, he deserves it. Not sure I got his design 100% correct because it is very intricate, but I hope I got it close!

Here's the unshaded version, also without background so the names stand out more!

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[fallenclan]

Ravenpaw wants to be like his dad.

Gyoza does what he wants, when he wants. Gyoza doesn’t care what other cats think. Gyoza knows the funniest pranks!

Ravenpaw talks about it all the time.

“So you’re my mentor now, Bub!” he crows, delighted after his ceremony. “You have a name like my dad, so you must be cool!”

The colorpoint simply huffs with amusement, giving the young tom a blinding grin. “I must say, I am pretty cool. But who could be cooler than your old man?”

Ravenpaw has to agree with that.

Littlepaw wants to be like his dad.

Gyoza stands up for what he believes in. Gyoza chases after the things he wants. Gyoza can lighten a room with smile and a joke.

Littlepaw doesn’t tell so many cats this.

Ravenpaw lays in their shared nest, cuddling close to him as they talk quietly through the night. “I can’t wait to show Dad the battle moves I learned today! I swear, I’ve seen him demonstrate the exact ones for me one time!”

“Raven,” Littlepaw murmurs quietly, much quieter than his brother had been. He was always just a little quieter than his brother. “What if I want to be like Dad, too?”

“Who wouldn’t want to be?” Ravenpaw asks with a flash of a smile. Cloudpaw shushes him from across the den.

The dark furred apprentice continues, only a little softer. “If you ask me, though, I think you’re more like Momma.”

Littlepaw has to agree with that.

Ravenshade wants to be like his dad.

He is now, right? He’s worked so hard, days and sometimes even nights, without much break. Even Bub had gotten tired most days, leaving him to practice on his own. And it’d all paid off.

It’s not often there’s a warrior of ten moons.

But sometimes he wonders.

How can this be like his dad? Gyoza didn’t graduate early; he didn’t graduate at all! Would he have worked this hard, or would he have relaxed more? He didn’t even take a warrior name.

Lost in thought, Ravenshade comes across a ShallowClan patrol.

It feels good to taunt them. Certainly better than being wrapped up in his head.

Littleleaf wants to be like his dad.

He likes his name a lot. Leaves are beautiful in the autumn, and they can heal so many things. His name makes up for the fact that he’s two moons behind their brother, right? They graduate with Cloudtuft, at least; expect, he’s a moon younger than him, so it’s not really the same.

This is the normal age for graduation.

But sometimes, they wonder.

Did Ravenshade miss his warmth in the nest these last two moons like they did? Gyoza never seemed bothered when Troutspeckle spent the night on a solo patrol, but every time Ravenshade went out to hunt without letting Littleleaf know, he felt very alone. Their brother would always be there for them, but sometimes, they couldn’t seem to remember.

“I know you boys look up to Gyoza,” his mother says, her eyes half-closed with something wistful. “But I’m glad you’re a little more like me.”

It feels nice to talk with her. He knows she understands what’s going on inside his head.

Ravenshade wants his dad.

He doesn’t care what he has to do. He wants him back.

Gyoza would know how to make it better, he thinks, and spirals a little further.

He is not like his dad. He is falling apart when Gyoza would be calm. He is angry where Gyoza would be making jokes. He is wandering the borders when Gyoza would be home.

Oh, he is nothing like his dad.

He is alive, and Gyoza is dead.

Littleleaf wants his dad.

They know nothing is going to change it. He still wants him back.

Gyoza would know what to do now, he thinks, and sinks a little deeper.

They are not like their dad. He is lying alone when Gyoza would be with clanmates. He is letting Ravenshade go out alone again and again when Gyoza would go with him. He is so, so tired where Gyoza would be working.

Littleleaf has never been like his dad.

And now Gyoza is dead, while they are alive.

Troutspeckle watches, and yearns for her mate.

She wonders if tomorrow Ravenshade will come back from one of his patrols with blood staining his paws.

She wonders if tomorrow Littleleaf will stop talking altogether, and simply close themself off to the rest of the world.

She loves her sons so much, just the way they are. But

She wishes she were a little more like their father.

Gyoza would know what to do.

I’ve wanted to write a Raven/Little comparison about Gyoza since Raven got his name early, but I only got up the motivation today when I realized Gyoza had been killed by the dogs too— I don’t know how I missed his name before! I wasn’t going to include the little part about Troutspeckle but it practically wrote itself lol

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO EPIC?????????? i absolutely LOVE your analysis, it's so interesting and in character, and written so well. the dichotomy,,, the brothers.... AUGH im going to b thinking about this one for a while i just know it

[fallenclan]

I do not control the art motivation lol

anyways I’m newly in love with Moosepaw he’s so cute!! So here’s a little doodle of him and Hawkwish which is his mentor unless I read the name wrong lol

YES YEAH FUCK YEAH!!!!! MY LITTLE GUY AND HIS MENTOR OUGHHHHH GOD THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME I LOVE THEM SM

[wyrm-clangen]

your local Frozentangle apologist asking for a 🐈 if possible!!

🐈 - Turtlepaw has always been a mama's boy. He's always bringing her pretty feathers and stones he finds on patrol and the first pick of prey. (he hasn't found her favorite yet, but that's fine! He's working on it!) More than anything, he wants his mom to love him be happy.

Raggedpaw is much more chilly with their mother. The two rarely talk, if at all, and Raggedpaw is absolutely fine with that. Who cares what Fogtail thinks anyway? She's also super protective over her brother and hates that Turtlepaw is still trying, bc it only seems to hurt him.

[fallenclan]

Graduates!! I’m honestly in love with these guys and their littermates, they were so fun to draw!! When I looked through I didn’t see a fullbody of Mothfrog so I hope she’s satisfactory lol

also Moosefall is sooooo short in my opinion. Shortest cat in the clan. Mothfrog is only as short as him because they’re still growing

AUGH THIS IS SO CUTE???? I LOVE IT SM,,,, little mossfrog is so tiny :((((( I'm holding this image close

[fallenclan]

my theory/idea for Hopethistle’s death was that they were found with a broken neck. At first, FallenClan was grieving and wanted an easy answer and blamed the clan her body was found by, and they had a bit of a reason since her pelt was covered in their scent. But later, when a fallenclan cat actually investigates, they realize they must have fallen to their death— the oak tree was slippery from rain the day they’d died, and a tuft of her fur was found caught in the bark. The scent was explained with the truth— she’d ended up falling very close to the border, close enough for the scent to catch on her pelt. Who was the cat who did the investigations and figured this out? No clue. Maybe Wormshade, he is my favorite and he seems like he’d prefer concrete facts over assumptions lol

oo excellent theory... I love the idea of Wormshade figuring it out, too, since you're absolutely right with saying he'd prefer concrete facts

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

So I redesigned Talise

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

More oc cuddling with pirate swapfell sans

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