#the best move in warrior's kit hands down

[wystaria-garden]

Primal Rend; Jumps to the target and delivers a critical direct hit to the target and all enemies nearby it with a potency of 700 for the first enemy, and 70% less for all remaining enemies.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Almach's Care

Author’s Note: This is the next part in the Raised on Terra AU! First. Previous. Next. A big thanks to @undeaddream for allowing me to borrow Almach and @kit-williams for letting me borrow Apollo!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: dehumanization of infants, dehumanization of infant primarchs Ask me to tag, if there’s something that I missed/bothers you

Summary: A typical day of Almach’s, since he’s been assigned to care for three of the infant Primarchs. 

“Come here, little one. You’re doing so well.” Almach encouraged, a warm smile appearing on the Blank’s face as he watched Primarch Eleven crawl on his hands and knees towards him. He was kneeling down on the very comfortable carpet that lined the room of the Primarchs’ Creche, and didn’t even try to hide the beaming smile, nor the pride in his voice as the tiny Primarch crawled over to him.

The much younger Blank paused for a moment, sitting down and going “Bah!” Reaching out towards Almach with both hands before yawning sleepily.

“Come on, young one. I know that you can get a little bit closer. You’ve done so well so far.” Almach encouraged, still smiling encouragingly at the tiny child. He had no idea how much he would come to adore the posting that he’d been given, but there was nothing else in the entire Imperium he would rather be doing right now, than helping to raise these amazing and sweet children.

Eleven yawned, rubbing one of his dark eyes with a curled little fist before going back onto his hands and knees and crawling the rest of the way over to where Almach was, flopping down next to him and rolling onto his back, waving his arms and feet in the air with a happy little giggle. “Hehehe!”

Almach beamed brighter and he carefully scooped Eleven up, murmuring quietly “You did such a good job, little one.” The Emperor of Mankind had yet to see fit to give them names, and the Sigilite was deferring to Him as to the matter of names. Privately, Almach had begun to ponder nicknames to call his wards, as it left a very bad taste in his mouth to keep referring to them by numbers, rather than to give them some kind of proper name. 

“Abababa!” Eleven babbled cheerfully up at Almach before he shoved his fingers in his mouth, gumming on them industriously. 

“That’s not good for you, little one.” Almlach corrected gently as he carefully pulled the tiny Primarch’s fingers out of his mouth.

A small frown appeared on the tiny Primarch’s face as he tried to shove his other hand inside of his mouth.

Almach patiently blocked him from chewing on his other fingers. He grabbed one of the teething toys and gave it to Eleven “I know… Growing teeth isn’t any fun at all. But biting your won fingers won’t help you either, little buddy.”

“Bababah!” Eleven babbled,s seemingly in response before starting to gnaw on the teething toy, the cooling properties of the toy helping to numb the pain from the infant’s growing pains. 

~

Five was one of the best crawlers of the Primarchs, from what Almach noticed. No, he wasn’t biased towards his primary wards, how dare anyone accuse him of such. Five had been one of the first to start crawling, though Six and One had been close second and third. One and Six also liked to try and bite him, whenever they were out of their cribs and able to freely move about their creche. 

Six would baby growl at him, his blue eyes almost luminous, despite his Blank aura, clearly convinced that he was an Enemy that needed chasing off. It certainly didn’t help that he and the Custodian who was in charge of caring for Six and One did not get along very well, though ALmach tried to be polite and cordial to the powerful warrior, keenly aware that were the two of them to come to blows, he was likely to lose such a fight. One hissed at him, bright green eyes glaring mistrustfully at him from whichever corner he was hiding in.

An amusing thing is that One had to defend whichever slightly darkened corner he was lurking in from a number of his fellow Primarchs, most often Eight, Nineteen and the twins. But, given that those five primarchs were apparently meant to hold secrets, were meant to use stealth tactics, and were to be the spymasters of the Imperium once they were old enough and trained enough, this was not surprising.

Almach had learned to keep a close eye whenever Five was out of his crib - especially as some of the other caretakers were near the door, as Five was very fast and had a penchant for trying to crawl at top speed towards whichever open door, window or open vent cover he thought that he could get through.

Scolding the little one did nothing, as the dark haired baby would just stare impassively up at him with hawk-gold eyes before continuing to do whatever it was that he had wanted to do. Five seemed to be fascinated by Fifteen’s nascent shape-shifting abilities and would sit near his brother and watch him for hours, when he wasn’t trying to escape out of the room at any and every opportunity. 

Almach had asked if he would be allowed to bring his charges out of their room, to broaden their horizons and experiences a little but apparently there was an impending threat to the Primarchs that required that they stay in the most heavily guarded section of the palace at all times until the window of danger had passed.

This had led to Almach sleeping in one of the very comfortable chairs meant for himself and his fellow caretakers whenever he wasn’t awake and caring for his charges, or helping the others wrangle their own charges, as his nightmares when he was away from them as to what might happen… Especially to young Eleven, who had all the makings of the most powerful Blank to ever exist among Humanity… 

He had to stay close, and guard them carefully.To keep both eyes on them and devote every spare bit of energy and care he had to each of his three precious charges, and to aid in the care and raising of their brothers, so that they had the best possible start to life. Not because of the grand destinies awaiting them, but because the galaxy was a cruel and unforgiving place, especially to Pariahs, and he did not wish a fraction of the misery he’d gone through before The Emperor had found and saved him on anyone else.

“Bah!” Five called out, gently poking one of his cheeks with a tiny finger. 

A rueful smile appeared on his face and Almach hummed “I’m sorry, my little Sparrow, was I not paying attention to you? What is it you wanted to show me?”

Five leaned into Almach instead, pressing one small ear near where his heart beat, tiny hands coming up to grab onto the fabric of his shirt, golden eyes closing shut, as a happy sigh left the infant. “Mmm…”

Almach beamed, his heart achingly full of affection as he pressed a fond kiss to the top of Five’s head, one hand coming up to support the little one as he leaned over to one side slightly, snagging a blanket to lightly drape around FIve’s tiny body. “Ah, alright. Naptime I guess.” A yawn left the Blank and he carefully scooped up the little Primarch, walking over to a chair and settling in to allow Five to sleep - Elven and Two were playing with Seventeen, Ten and Fourteen, while Thirteen and Seven quietly parallel played near each other. Four was watching Thirteen and Seven play, grabbing a soft toy and butt-scooted over to seven, placing the plush toy next to the neat pile that Seven had made.

~

“Heeere comes the Thunderhawk! Brrrrrrrrooooowwwmmm… And open your mouth, sweetling! That’s it, it’s breakfast!” Almach cooed as he slowly brought up the spoonful of densely nutritious and carefully balanced baby food up to Two’s mouth, getting the little Primarch to open his mouth.

“Abha?” The Tiny Primarch babbled before the spoon entered his mouth. The little one made a face and turned his head away from Almach, the contents of the spoon smearing across one chubby cheek. 

Almach sighed, gently scraping the baby food off of Two’s cheek with the side of the spoon and tried again with a different colored bit of mashed food. None of it smelled very appetizing to him, but he’d been told by no less than a half-dozen nutritionists who were part of the Primarchs’ medical care teams, that these baby food had been specifically formulated to support their growth and immune health.

The fact that it smelled like it tasted of bland vegetables and sadness was simply a result of having the best of the best food available to feed the little ones. They shouldn’t deal with something as stimulating as food spices beyond a little bit of salt for water retention purposes for reasons that he had been assured were very good. Avoiding honey at this age, he did understand… But surely they should get something that tasted a bit better? 

Two was the fussiest eater of his trio of charges. While he would eat as much formula as Almach would let him drink in a feeding, Two had definite opinions on what he was fed from the carefully curated selection of food mashes that were supposed to be fed to the infant Primarchs. “Muh… Muh!” The little Primarch protested, turning his face away as Almach tried feeding him another spoonful of the vegetable mash.

“Come on, it’s good for you, little one? … No? Maybe we will like this fruit mash a little better. It’s sweeter, at least, from what I can smell.” Almach sighed, clearing the spoon of the ground up vegetable paste, and switching over to the fruit-mash. 

Two immediately focused on the paste being offered to him and ate every bite of it, babbling happily between bites. After that, he did have several bites of the vegetable mash before turning away from the spoon once again. Two started trying to escape the feeding chair that Almach had put him in, trying to wriggle his way to freedom.

A sigh left Almach and he carefully wiped the baby’s face and hands before unstrapping him from the feeding chair and putting him down to go play with the brothers who’d been fed in the previous hour. “Alright, there you go, young one. That’s enough food for now, I guess.” He noted down in Two’s food journal what he had eaten, what he had refused, and how much he’d eaten before washing everything up and getting Five’s food ready.

~

“... How did one like you become part of the care team for the Primarchs?” Apollo demanded, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at the Blank, arms crossed over his chest as he watched as the other was attempting to care for one of his charges.

One wasn’t having any of it, however. The tiny Primarch was growling and swatting at him, the three baby teeth that he’d managed to grow in bared in a valiant attempt to be ferocious. One had woken up unexpectedly from his nap and had been crying.

Apollo had been on his way over to care for the little one when the Blank had shown up first, and had attempted to check One’s diaper, in case he needed to be changed. 

“And just what does that mean?” Almach asked, glowring up at the giant golden fucker, trying to avoid angry baby fists in order to care for him. “Mind helping me change One? He needs it, and if he keeps being this noisy, he’ll wake up all of his brothers.” He kept his voice light and calm and quiet, despite the irritation bubbling under his skin. 

“Pariahs aren’t known for their social skills. Move, he dislikes your… Everything, and for good reason, considering how unpleasant you are to be around.” Apollo growled to the mortal blank hip-checking the other out of his way, before reaching into One’s crib.

The infant primarch started to calm down, now that the idiot Blank was out of his immediate sight line.

“See? He’s gone now. I’m here.” Apollo attempted to soothe the still unsettled little Primarch, running a couple of fingers through short blonde hair, ignoring the way that he’d sent the Blank sprawling to the floor. 

“You fucker! That hurt!” Almach hissed in indignation, staggering back up onto his feet. He glowered at the Custodian for several moments, internally debating on whether or not he should respond in kind… But Apollo was currently in the middle of cleaning up One… And the Blank was keenly aware of the fact that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he was going to win a fight with a custodian one on one. 

The Custodes smirked down at him before saying “Hand me the clean diaper you were clumsy enough to drop, would you?”

Almach’s glare intensified and he viciously picked it up before throwing it at the large gold fucker’s head “Fine, bastard.” 

“Mm, of the two of us, I know who both of my parents were, and had been well-loved by them before being chosen by Him to become one of His Companions. I’m not sure what gutter He found you in.” The Custodian taunted, a cruel smirk on his face as he finished cleaning up One, tossing the dirty diaper at Almach “Dispose of that for me, would you? You are capable of following basic instructions, yes?”

A low, frustrated growl left Almach and he just barely managed to catch the dirty diaper before it opened and caused a larger mess to clean up later. He silently stomped over to where the disposal chute was and threw it away, still scowling heavily, muttering to himself “At least I don’t have a twelve-foot pole shoved up my ass, making it difficult to do the job I signed up for.”

Apollo turned to glare at Almach, his voice glacially cold “And just what do you mean by that? I am following mission parameters. You are the one who has been coddling the -”

“Don’t you fucking start with that again. Human infants need physical touch and to be held regularly, or they will die. It’s been well-documented that infants who don’t receive the physical comfort and care that they need suffer later in life. If they are starved of too much physical touch and affection they will die of loneliness. We are a social species, and that has not been genetically cut away from the infant Primarchs. They are still human. Elevated far beyond what I, as a humble baseline could ever hope to be, but human nonetheless.” Almach growled, his eyes narrowing a little. After his younger sibling had been killed because they had been a Blank and had been caught out at the wrong time… He had sworn that if he’d ever been put in charge of other Blanks in any capacity, he would do his utmost to care for and protect them.

And Eleven had the makings of being an incredibly powerful blank. He would doubtlessly struggle in social interactions with non-Blanks, possibly for the entirety of his life due to the nature of being a Pariah, but Almach intended on giving Eleven the best chance he could to succeed. 

“I do give my charges the touch that they require. You indulge all of the Primarchs far too much. They are meant to be our Lord’s best and greatest generals. To help him in conquering the galaxy and bringing it into the dominion of Humanity. It’s possible that some of them may die during this most Glorious of purposes. Coddling them and being so soft on them will not do them any good in the long run.” Apollo pointed out, shaking his head a little “I did take the same childrearing classes that you did. But coddling them runs the risk of blunting them from being the weapons they are supposed to be.”

Almach ground his teeth together, trying to swallow down the words that beat in his breast. These were children. Infants. Genetically modified and enhanced yes. But that did not make them weapons of war, and treating them as such would only cause far, far more problems down the line. But to say that out loud directly, would get him pulled off of the Primarch Project… And very probably killed or imprisoned. “Just because they are meant to be living weapons, does not mean that is the only thing they can, or should be. Allowing them to become full people will encourage their loyalty to Him, and ensure that they are more useful in a variety of ways, rather than simply as tools of war.” Almach hated, hated referring to the Primarchs as tools, but that is what He viewed them as, and He had said as much.

“... I suppose those points do have merit. I will ponder them. For being a quarrelsome Pariah, I do admit you have moments of cleverness.” The Dread Spear murmured, a thoughtful expression on his face before turning away from Almach, as One had settled back into sleep.

Almach closed his eyes and counted to twenty twice, as the wildly foolish urge to attack the Custodes after the other had turned his back to him clawed at his self-control. He would care for his charges and their brothers to the best of his abilities. He had to keep his temper, if he were to stay on the team caring for them, so he let the Custodes leave without another word.

[queenofmoons67]

Star of the General: A Warriors Fic (2/?)

Summary:

One minute, Link is fighting a wizzrobe, and the next, he has four hooves and a mane. When Impa comes looking for him, all she finds is the stallion he’s been turned into. A year later, Zelda gifts Link to eight strangers as one of the best warhorses in Hyrule’s stables, with her hope and blessing that he’ll keep them safe. Link will do his best, even if they do all think he’s just a horse.

First / Previous / Next

Having had the chance to see his boys again, Link allows Twilight to wrangle him and plods along peacefully once more.

The path they’re on cuts through a long field. Once full of farmland, it became a battleground in the middle years of the war, when Cia and Ganon pushed the Hyrulian forces almost all the way back to Castle Town.

The months before they reclaimed the area were probably the darkest of the war. The farmland was razed by the opposing army and Hyrulian soldiers alike—the former to prevent food from being harvested, and the latter so they couldn’t be ambushed by the enemy hiding in the tall stalks. By the time the fighting was done, blood had soaked deep into the earth.

It will likely be years before anything but scraggly meadow grows there again.

While the field’s history is full of death, the traveling group gradually becomes more full of life. It is as though the joking about Twilight and Hoshi has broken the flow of sadness built by the news of Link’s “death.”

In the openness of the field, Link walks side by side with Epona, and the morning sun covers him in her shadow.

Link was not a small Hylian, and he is not a small horse. Judging from glances he has seen of himself in rivers and water troughs, Link knows he is a Kiso* horse, which are bred to be sturdy and quick on their feet, adept at both carrying armored warriors and dodging opponents’ weapons. Impa herself remarked that Link is tall for a Kiso at thirteen and a half hands high.

Epona, however, is a Ban’ei** draft horse, and Link wouldn’t be surprised to learn that she’s a solid seventeen hands. She’s built for heavy lifting, and the heroes have utilized her well, outfitting her with saddlebags and hanging some of their heavier weapons among them.

It makes Link wonder what use the heroes will find for him. The grooms kitted him in armor and dressed his golden mane and tail for battle, but no one has moved to ride him.

Up ahead at the front of the group, Time raises a hand and calls everyone to a stop. They circle up around each other, letting packs slide to the ground and stretching out tired limbs, and Wild passes out what looks like a mid-morning snack of apples, celery, and nut butter.

Epona yawns, then bends her head to start picking through the grass for the healthier, tastier bits. Link follows her lead—

But then Twilight pulls his reins back, stopping him from grazing. Link blinks crossly at him with half a mind to go back to eating anyway. Twilight just smiles, and his fingers start to nimbly pick at the fastenings keeping the bamen on Link’s face.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Twilight says, pulling the bamen away and smoothing a hand down the star on his forehead. “You’re a handsome boy, did you know that?”

Link blows air in Twilight’s face. Yes, he knows. Twilight is just the latest in a long line of people to tell him so, though admittedly his comment is much more welcome than Cia’s cooing or a traitor’s scoffing. It feels more like his mother cupping his cheeks in her hands and touching her forehead to his.

Link hasn’t had much of a family since Tune and Mask both went home, but now his brothers are back and quadrupled in number.

It’ll take time to get to know them all, especially considering Link’s current physical state, but he might actually enjoy this.

Just as he thinks this, a glowing portal shimmers into the air over the trail. Link startles and sidesteps. Epona warned him about the portals, but he didn’t expect one so soon—and neither did the heroes, if the loud cursing from Legend is any sign.

“Whoa, Hoshi,” Twilight murmurs, and the hero’s hand winds its way into his reins and pulls him back to Twilight’s side. But the portal also tugs at him, as if there is a tether between it and his stomach, and between that tether and his reins, Link feels like he might split in two.

He tosses his head, then bucks, unsure what exactly he wants and therefore unsure what to do next.

All his action seems to do is make Twilight pull the reins over his head so they lie on his neck. Then the hero sets his left boot in the stirrups, and Link locks his knees to steady himself.

Weight pulls at Link’s left side, then Twilight settles in the saddle and his weight redistributes across Link’s back. Hands gather up the reins, keeping them short but comfortable, and knees squeeze at Link’s side to urge him on.

Link walks, Twilight on his back and Epona following behind.

The other heroes turn to look at them when they approach the group. They had been gathering their things together, not that there was much when it had only been a short break.

Now, Sky squints up at Link’s rider and asks, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? It’s his first time through a portal; who knows how he might react to it?”

Link huffs, offended on his own behalf even as the leader in him knows it’s a good point, but Twilight just pats his neck and says, “He settled the moment I was in the saddle. He’s a trained warhorse, he’ll do fine.”

Twilight does keep an excellent seat. He knows what he’s doing in the saddle, and his steady calm radiates from him, through the reins, to Link himself.

But the portal continues to pull at Link, and it’s true that everyone reacts to magic in different ways. They won’t know how it affects him until he steps through.

Time studies Link and Twilight, his one eye narrowed, and then he nods and says, “Wild, Epona, and Sky will go through first, just in case. I’m with the rancher. Everyone else, pairs as always.”

The rancher? Link twists his ears, trying to keep track of everyone’s movements, then remembers Epona mentioning nicknames. He assumed those were just the names they used instead of Link, but did they have other nicknames, too? Twilight being a rancher explains why he’s attached himself to Link.

No one has to explain Time’s inclusion in the trio: When he approaches and stretches his hand out for Link to nose, Epona’s meadow-light scent is so strong it almost overpowers Time’s own strange, lightning-infused smell.

Epona is Time’s horse, which makes him suited for helping Link if anything goes wrong in the portal. Not to mention the calming effect of having his younger brother at his side again, Link thinks, and noses at Time’s head affectionately, lipping at his hair before huffing to blow it away.

Time grins at him and his eye crinkles at the corners even as he pushes Link’s head away and, ahead of them, Sky, Wild, and Epona step through the portal. Time wraps his hand around Link’s reins, up close under his chin, and leads him on.

Tether and rein pull him in the same direction, and the closer they get to the portal, the calmer Link feels.

Then he steps through. The heroes had been worried, but Link feels no worse for wear as he exits into a small, sunlit clearing surrounded by trees.

Link sees the bokoblin running up behind him before he hears Sky shout, and he bows and kicks back with both hind legs, praying that Twilight manages to keep his seat.

When he lands on all fours again, the ‘blin lays splayed out on the ground and Time has let go of his reins, leaving them to be gathered back by someone who can only be Twilight.

“Atta boy, Hoshi!” his rider laughs. “Time to see what else you can do!”

Link’s heart gallops in his chest at the challenge, and he screams his readiness around the bit even as he wheels at the slightest touch of Twilight’s heel to his right side, neck arched, ears pinned back, and eyes rolling to take in the fight they unknowingly walked into.

There are four bokoblins, four moblins, and four lizalfos. There’s no sign of a monster camp, but there is a path that cuts through the clearing. The portal must have dropped them right in the middle of a roving monster band.

The lizalfos have surrounded Sky and Wild, but the two heroes are back-to-back and seem uninjured. Epona stands at the tree line, hooves kicking out at any monster that dares get too close.

Time makes a stand in front of the portal, drawing his sword to face-off two of the bokoblins and one of the moblins. The other monsters have started to converge on Link and Twilight, but Twilight drives Link towards them and the ‘blins scatter, shouting, under the half-a-ton weight of an armored horse. Most of their weapons glance off Link’s armor or don’t come close to him, but a few are deflected by Twilight’s sword.

One weapon makes contact, a searing line of heat drawn by a spear that makes it past his armor to his vulnerable belly before the wood handle snaps under Link’s hooves.

If the heroes are going to ride him into battle, they’re going to have to get the proper weapons. Link refuses to get up close and personal with spears again just because the longest weapon his rider carries is a sword.

For now, Link focuses on the path to the portal. Four and Wind have already emerged into the half-circle of grass right at Time’s back, but while Wind immediately draws his own sword and leaps to Time’s side, Four sinks to the ground clutching his head.

The standoff at the portal is two against three, and there are still two more unsuspecting heroes to come through.

Link cuts to the side of the moblin, and Twilight takes the opportunity to slit its throat as they ride by. Link makes note of the kill even while he digs his hooves into the dirt and turns, galloping around the portal’s back edge to rush the monsters regrouping from their first collision with Link and Twilight.

Ahead of them, Sky and Wild have managed to stay back-to-back and killed two of the lizalfos. Four staggers to his feet, still holding his head but now also holding his sword, and Time and Wind stab their blades into the hearts of their opponents in unison.

Then Hyrule and Legend stagger out of the portal, Hyrule collapses, and the portal winks out of sight—but Link barely notices, busy once more using his own body as a battering ram against the regrouping ‘blins.

One of the bokoblins falls under his hooves and doesn’t rise again. The other, along with the three remaining moblins, runs away from him and toward the larger collection of heroes. Twilight curses and guides him in a tight turn.

“After them, Hoshi! Hya!”

Boot heels dig into Link’s sides, the reins go loose, and Twilight leans forward, giving Link his head and urging him to thunder after the monsters. Time and Wind don’t look tired, but they’ve been fighting at a disadvantage the entire time. Legend is battle-fresh, but he’s got an unsteady Four taking care of the fallen Hyrule right behind him.

With Link and Twilight coming up behind the monsters, though, the ‘blins have effectively cornered themselves in a pincer maneuver. It doesn’t take much for the heroes to win the battle as, on the other side of the clearing, Sky and Wild dispatch the remaining lizalfos.

When the last of the moblins disappears, Link lets his head hang, too tired to do much else. This was his first real battle as a horse. He’d been trained in his own world, but never actually seen combat.

It’s different, he thinks, to fight on four legs instead of two. No one looks to a horse for orders. No one expects elegant swordplay, either. Instead, Twilight used his greater height, weight, and speed to his own advantage.

“Good boy,” Twilight murmurs. His rider shifts, leaning forward in the saddle, and a hand pats his neck. “You did incredible, Hoshi.”

Link arches his neck into the hand, happy to take in the praise. He keeps his eyes on the other heroes, though, as they pick their way around the clearing and check on one another.

Hyrule is awake and walking, albeit with his arms slung across the shoulders of Legend and Time. Four and Wind lean against one another for support; the former seems to be unsteady from the portal still, while the latter has a cut across his thigh that’s oozing blood. Neither of them are hurrying, so Link assumes the injury isn’t serious.

Twilight nudges his sides with his heels. Link sighs, but starts to follow the others. His own wound stings anew with the movement, fresh, hot blood trailing across his stomach. Link had forgotten about it in the rush of battle, but now, he wonders how much blood he’s lost. He thought his tiredness was from adjusting to battle as a horse, but how much blood can a horse lose?

Link snorts and picks up speed. On his back, Twilight makes a surprised noise, but ahead, Epona looks up from Wild and trots toward him instead. In seconds, she’s at his side, sticking her huge nose into his wound. He sidesteps and snaps his teeth at her in warning, not appreciating someone being so close to a weak point.

Epona doesn’t move away, though, instead tossing her head and striking the ground twice with a pointed hoof. The commotion draws the attention of the heroes, and it’s a mere moment before they’re all next to him and Epona trying to soothe them. Link tenses, tempted to snap at them as well—don’t they know not to crowd an upset horse?—but if he accidentally makes contact, they won’t be able to shake it off like Epona would. Twilight has a tight hold on the reins now anyway, one fist keeping them down at the base of Link’s mane while his other hand rubs circles over Link’s withers.

“What’s up with them?” Legend complains. He’s stationed himself smack dab between Link and Epona, both hands outstretched so he can scratch both their haunches at once. “They got along fine earlier.”

The two horses share an eye roll, and then Link shifts, purposefully angling his side so the trail of blood is in the heroes’ direct line of sight. It’s probably hidden under all his armor, but red stands out against white-gold, and it’s only a moment before Wild’s eyes widen and he squats to get a better look at the wound.

“Wild?” Twilight asks, saddle creaking.

“Hoshi’s hurt,” Wild signs, body angled into Twilight’s view but eyes still focused on Link’s injury. “Maybe a spear?”

Twilight curses, then says mournfully, “We don’t have the proper weapons to fight from horseback. I had to get up close and Hoshi—“

Wild stands, taps at a strange mechanized box on his hip, and pulls out not just a saber, but also various types of spears and lances.

Link stares at the pile that’s formed at his feet. Well. It would have been useful to know Wild had the proper weapons before he and Twilight charged in with nothing more than a longsword, but the fight had been sudden. They’d have the weapons for next time, at least.

Link gets distracted when Time steps up to his head, fingers grasping him by the bridle.

“How bad is the wound, Wild?” Time asks.

Link has a second to brace himself—then a cloth wipes along the injury, and the pressure burns.

Intellectually, Link knows he’s safe, but the horse instincts flowing through his body insist that pain means danger, danger means run, but he can’t run, he’s trapped—

Link rears the best he can with Time holding him still. He doesn’t go far, hooves stomping the ground instead of lashing out, his stomach and the injury it bears still well within Wild’s reach. Twilight’s weight doesn’t even shift on his back.

Then, suddenly, Wild’s hands are gone, and most of the pain with them. The wound still throbs, but Link manages to steady himself against it in time to catch the flash of Wild signing, “It’s long, but shallow. One potion?”

Twilight heaves a breath out, and his hands—which had held the reins firm and tight while Wild investigated the wound—scratch at Link’s withers.

“Thank Hylia,” he says. “If we lost ya just because I didn’t have the right weapon… and right after…”

Twilight trails off, but the words he doesn’t say are easy to guess. All at once, the ease the group found again disappears at the reminder of Link’s believed death. His ghost stands among them, even when Link himself is right there.

But his presence doesn’t matter. He might as well not be there, for all the good his horse self can do.

<end chapter>

* Kiso horses are native to Japan. Once ridden by samurai into battle, they’re now endangered. They typically average about 13 hands in height, ranging from 12 to 14, so Warriors is right that he's tall for a Kiso horse—but he's totally lying to himself about not being a short Hylian or a short horse, lol.

Hoshi is technically in the range for being a pony (10 to 14 hands) and taller horse breeds go all the way to 17 hands. That doesn't even include draft horses, which can reach 19 hands, or Sampson/Mammoth, the largest horse ever recorded who stood at a solid 21 hands. In terms of Warriors' regular Hylian height, I'm basing everyone off @pinkittwice's excellent Linked Universe research.

** Whether or not Ban’ei is a breed depends on who you ask. Japan has a sport called Ban’ei in which draft horses race while pulling weighed-down sleds over small hills.

I hope chapter two lived up to expectation! Any reblogs and comments are much appreciated and will fuel more writing.

While you wait for chapter three, I also want to advertise my new Linked Universe fic, "Bound":

Warriors only joined the Chain a week ago, but Hyrule knows something is wrong. “I’m the Hero, bound by law, just as Artemis is bound by law as Queen. When the Hero breaks the law, the Queen is bound to punish him. Do you understand?”

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[warriors-reshuffled]

Mentorship & Teaching

Thunderclan

In Thunderclan, each cat is assigned an official mentor that oversees most of their training. However, it’s not uncommon for apprentices to occasionally be taught by a different cat for the day. Thunderclan is all about family/community, and believes each cat has something to teach. The best climber in the clan will have at least one day to teach the apprentices their skill. So will the best tracker, the fastest runner, the most skilled weaver, etc.

If an apprentice is either struggling with or really enjoying a specific task, they may get extra lessons from the expert. Otherwise most of their training comes from their official mentor. This cat is responsible for keeping track of their progress, and makes the final call on when they’re ready for a warrior assessment.

Thunderclan’s deputy is the most paws-on in training. It’s not uncommon for them to assign apprentices tasks or mini-assessments to judge their progress. This also brings to light any issues the app may be having with their mentor. To wilfully harm a young cat under your care is a heavy sin. And after certain… events, Thunderclan is currently extra keen to nip such abuses in the bud.

Shadowclan

In Shadowclan mentoring is a very serious affair. They possess the most dangerous territory and one wrong move can quickly mean your demise. Therefore only warriors who have regularly proven themselves to be capable are trusted with training the next generation. Apprentices won’t just be handed to you, you have to earn it.

Training patrols are usually one-on-one, though with a couple warriors as protection. Their territory is the most dangerous and they aren’t about to take any risks. Especially now, with so few apprentices to indoctri- sorry, train. Older apprentices may be given group lessons for more specialized skills like trapping and climbing. Even non-crafters will learn the basics of the trade. After all, you never know when a little extra knowledge might save your life.

Riverclan

Riverclan has the least rules and rigidity when it comes to choosing mentors. Generally, any cat willing and able to teach is eligible to be named a mentor. Of course, an experienced warrior is still going to be prioritized over someone who just graduated yesterday. But other than that being named a mentor is a much less scrutinous affair than in other clans.

Riverclan has a very work hard play hard mentality. Cats rise just after moonhigh -when the other clans are usually still asleep- and may fish all the way until dawn. Once the sun is up, however, it’s officially time to relax. Patrols are still sent out, but apprentices are relieved from most of their duties. The rest of the time is spent playing various games with their mentors. While strengthening bonds, it also teaches the apprentices specific skills that are necessary for their amphibious way of life. Besides, the elders like to say if a kit isn’t enjoying, they’re not learning.

Windclan

In Windclan, when a litter approaches six moons of age the medics become very busy looking for omens. Anything, even the slightest change in the breeze, can be considered a sign. How it gets interpreted is where the fun begins. Everyone has a different interpretation and sometimes it can get heated. At least the medics have the mind to stay out of the clan’s earshot when they debate.

Each mentor-apprentice pair must be approved by the head medic. In the past, this meant medics could unfairly promote their kin to deputyship and the like. Though since the clan rarely has just one medic the nepotism has been kept in check. Regardless, being chosen as a mentor is a big deal. Not only did the medics think you’re worthy, but so did your Ancestors, and you better not let them down, y’hear?

Moor-runners and tunnelers are strictly segregated, a divide that forms early in apprenticeship. Apprentices are expected to only interact with apprentices of their own class. The only exception are healer apps as they’re supposed to be impartial, serving the clan as a whole.

[watercolor-hearts]

As someone who lives and breathes hurt/comfort, I couldn't help but write a little something after seeing this video of Alex and George discussing Alex's injury. So yeah, nurse Russell is on the case.

Alex/George • 1036 words • hurt/comfort • first-aid • (a little bit of) angst • fluff • cuddles • they might be in love. might. • Ao3 link

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Alex had just sat down a minute ago but now there was someone outside his hotel room banging on the door.

“What the hell?!,” Alex muttered under his breath as he stood up to open the door. He just wanted to rest until tomorrow morning; he wasn't in the mood for long chit-chats or parties.

“This is not normal!” George said, furiously, marching into Alex's hotel room with something in his hand Alex couldn't quite recognize at first glance.

“What's not normal?” Alex asked after closing the door.

“That your back was bleeding,” George said, opening the thing Alex hadn't recognized first but now knew what it was and his eyes went wide.

“Why did you bring a first-aid kit?”

“Because your back was bleeding, Alex,” George said without looking at Alex because he was busy packing out some things from the kit, “And it wasn't the first time.”

“God, George,” Alex laughed, “you're overreacting.”

“I'm not!”

“Georgie,” Alex sat on the bed in front of George, softly placing his hand on the driver's chin to lift his head to be able to look into his beautiful blue eyes which were now filled with worry alongside a little bit of anger, “I'm okay. It's not the first time, yeah, but it always heals for the next race. Patrick had already seen it and said I'll survive so no need to worry. Okay?

“Just—just let me—,” George gestured towards the disinfectant and the gauze pads lying on the bed, making it a holy trinity with the graze dressing next to them, “—please.”

“If that's what you want, nurse Russell,” Alex smiled, caressing George's cheek with his thumb, “then, please, patch me up. What do I need to do?” Alex asked, even though he knew what to do but wanted to let George do it how he wants to. If George wants to be his nurse, he can be, there's no problem with it. Alex has always liked comfort and care, especially from George. And George has always liked to provide it, especially to Alex.

“Okay, so, take off your T-shirt and then turn around or lie down on the bed, whichever is more comfortable for you.”

Alex nodded and took off his T-shirt.

“I'm going to lie down I think,” he said, looking at George, who nodded in encouragement.

“Please.”

And then when Alex made himself comfortable, George put a bit of a disinfectant on one of the gauze pads and moved a bit closer to Alex.

“Now I'm going to clean the wound with a bit of a disinfectant. I'll try to be as gentle as I can but I apologize in advance if it hurts,” he said, putting his free hand on Alex's shoulder to be able to take a closer look at the graze and its surroundings. It made him angry to see it because it wasn't normal to get an injury like this. Especially not every race weekend. Williams needed to do something. They can't make their driver injured and then expect the best performance from him.

“Don't worry, Georgie,” Alex said, smiling, “just go ahead and do it. I won't cry.”

“I know,” George smiled, too. “Okay, I'm going to do it now,” he warned and then carefully cleaned the graze and then the skin around it too. Alex didn't say anything, he didn't even flinch, just kept breathing steadily.

“Now I'm gonna put on the graze dressing, it should make it heal faster and not dry out,” George explained as he opened it and then carefully put it over the graze, softly patting the edges to stick. “One more thing and we're done,” he said and then leaned over Alex's back, placing a soft kiss next to the graze dressing. “This one is for the quick healing. Just to make sure. Your battle scar is now all patched up.”

“Special care from my personal nurse as I see.”

“Someone has to care about you. And they clearly don't. They just let their warrior to be in pain every race weekend,” George said with an angry and disappointed tone, packing everything back into the first-aid kit and then putting it on the bedside table. Alex turned around to lie on his side and face George.

“They care about me. It's because of my height. They can't really do anything about it,” Alex explained, reaching out to caress George's face and hair as the driver was lying next to him.

“If they cared, they would've found a solution. Changing your seat or putting some padding into your fireproof, or even just putting some plaster on to protect your skin.”

“Yeah,” Alex nodded, “maybe you're right.”

“I'm gonna go and talk to them tomorrow. They can't let this happen every time. It's not good for you, for your skin. It's not easy to bring good results when your seat rips your skin.”

“I'm gonna be okay, you've just made sure by cleaning it and putting a graze dressing on it. You can now let it go because we should sleep.”

“I just don't want you to be in pain,” George murmured, moving closer to Alex to cuddle him.

“I'm not in pain anymore. You're a good nurse, Georgie. It could be a good second carrier for you after retirement” Alex smiled, changing their position a bit so now he was the one cuddling George. George needed it more, it was clear. Alex held him close to his body, his naked torso radiating warmth towards George's face. It was nice for him to feel Alex this close. Alex was gonna be okay. It's just a small injury, George kept reminding himself.

“Maybe as your personal nurse, if you keep getting injuries.”

“Maybe I'll keep getting them so you can nurse me back to health every time,” Alex said, with a soft smile, kissing George's soft and a bit messy hair.

“You like it, yeah?”

“I always like it when you're here with me,” Alex confessed, fearing George could feel his heart racing in his chest because he was only a few millimeters from it. “I like you.”

“Maybe I like you too,” George murmured, looking at Alex for a moment before putting a soft kiss on his lips and then burying his face into Alex's chest, feeling the pounding of his heart on his cheek.

[aggressivelyaverage21]

All would have been lost during the Battle of Cat's Cradle if it hadn't been for Sister Beatrice.

or

Some time after Ava had gone through the portal there was a brutal attack on Cat's Cradle. Mortally wounded, Beatrice did what she could to protect the only home she had ever truly known.

There was a loud explosion. Smoke and fire and debris everywhere as Beatrice came too with sharp ringing in her ears. The sharpest pain she had ever felt ripping through her midsection and leg. 

She didn’t particularly feel like looking down but Beatrice also knew that she needed to at least know how bad it was. Suffering a breath through aching ribs and air thick with smoke and dust she could taste it, she glanced down. 

The leg was missing. 

Which was rather weird when she thought about it. Not only was it something her eyes didn’t seem to really be processing but her brain wasn’t either. How could it hurt if it was missing and there was a scrap of metal sticking out of her side. 

Despite the confusion and the pain and the chaos that had seemed to settle around her, something clicked and she began to work. Beatrice was on autopilot, in a complete out of body experience. She loosened her belt and slipped it around her thigh, three inches above where it was severed just at the knee. Her fingers were slippery and hot with her own blood as she tried to pull the belt as tight as she could. It could have been tighter, she didn’t feel all that strong right now, her limbs sluggish and weak, but it would have to do for now. She needed to prolong the inevitable

Until—

Camila was on top of her before Beatrice had it in her to finish that thought and blink the dust from her eyes, coughing as she did. “Bea-“ Camilla’s eyes were wide as her hands rushed forward.

“Help me with the tourniquet, I can’t—“ Beatrice slurred as she tried to pull it right, her limbs feeling like molasses. 

Camilla hesitated as she looked at the bloodied concrete where her friend’s leg should be. The torn flesh and the stark white of exposed bone against the background as blood pumped from it. Nothing as dramatic as Monty Python and blood shooting out of it, but there was a movement to it along with Beatrice’s pulse. It was a lot of blood. Ultimately Camilla knew that a tourniquet wasn’t going to help. “Bea— I—” 

“I know.” Beatrice nodded, doing her best to give Camilla a reassuring look. She could already taste blood, a different kind of metallic on her pallet than the rusty dust in the air. Her mouth was uncomfortably dry as she spoke, gritty with the dirt from rolling a few times from what she could only guess was the concussion from the blast. She’d known the second she saw her leg, after having no idea how long it took her to come too. More importantly she could feel it— “I know Camilla. It’s okay.” 

Camilla wiped the errant tears from her cheeks smearing them dark with soot while she tried to keep her bloodied hands from her skin. She didn’t need Beatrice’s blood speared slick and sticky over her cheeks and more than she did having permeated every crease in her palm or the space behind her fingernails. She wiped what she could from her hands on the thighs of her pants before she took hold of the straps at Beatrice’s shoulders. 

Beatrice groaned as she was moved. Raw flesh leaving a streak of blood to soak into the concrete behind her as Camilla dragged her back behind cover. She was beyond trying to slow her heart rate and control her breathing as Camilla tried to work on her, putting pressure on her leg, adding a second tourniquet above the first. Only when she saw Camilla ripping into her med kit for gauze, quick clot, and, really the only thing that would help Beatrice right now - morphine, did Beatrice settle back into her body. She reached up, stopping Camilla’s hands as the moved, her own shaking with effort as she tried. Moving wasn’t getting any easier. It probably wouldn’t be long now. “Save the supplies for someone who needs them.” 

“You need them!” 

“Someone they can help, Camilla.” Beatrice’s voice was calm, and strong. Much stronger than she felt. Her only explanation she could come up with was Shannon helping her reassure the last of their team. 

“Bea no—“

“It’s okay.” Somehow, it was. Beatrice always wondered how she would be when this moment came. If she would be as okay with it as she tried to convince herself she was when she thought about it. At least now, after Adriel escaped. After Ava killed him. After Ava went through that portal. After Ava… After Shannon and Mary… She was at peace with it. It didn’t feel like she was being hunted by the grim reaper with the promise of more pain and abject fear of what was to come, it felt more like she was slowly walking up a path toward home side by side with old friends. 

“At least let me give you something for the pain.” Tears cut harsh tracks down Camila’s cheeks as she pleaded with her friend — her sister— to at least give her that comfort. 

It did sound nice. Being free from this pain that was consuming her in a way Beatrice didn’t think was possible. And in what might be her final act of heroism Beatrice resolved herself as she stopped Camilla’s busy hands with a gentle touch of her own. “No,” Beatrice tried to squeeze her friend’s hand but the blood between their skin only had her fingers slipping against Camilla’s. “I need to be lucid. Give me a radio. I’ll run the defense as long as I can. Go. Get the others.” 

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Marigoldsnake

Aliases / Nicknames: Snake-Cat, They Who Talk to Snakes, Snakeflower

Gender: Agender (they/it/she)

Sexuality: asexual, aromantic

Family: Redgeather (mother), Talonscar (father), Chestnutfern (sister), Peaktail (brother)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Mossyswan (father figure), Flarekit, Owlgleam (close friends), Ratbreeze (enemy)

Clan: GaleClan

Rank: warrior (13 moons at death)

Characteristics: good at hiding secrets, excellent at faking emotions, lonely, angry at the world, kind to those who show her kindness (an eye for an eye situation)

Murder Motive: anger at being treated with ableism

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: venom via snakebite

Known Victims: Ratbreeze

Victim Profile: ableist cats

Cause of Death: killed by Baytail

Cautionary Tale: treat others as equal, or get these hands

Story: 

Marigoldkit, the weakest of her little, was never liked much. The previous leader had hated weakness, and although Hawkstar was trying to reform the Clan, the ideas of Deerstar had sat long enough to leave a foul reek in the camp.

This hatred only grew stronger when it was discovered that Marigoldkit was paralyzed from the hips down.

Their kitten years were filled with struggle, with an unkind mentor, family who wished that they could abandon her in the woods, and no friends.

Then, a beacon of light appeared.

A loner was brought into the Clan, taking on the name Mossyswan. Mossyswan didn't think any different of her just because she couldn't move their legs, he just thought she had potential to become an amazing warrior one day.

Marigoldpaw once again found new cats to enjoy the company of, once Mossyswan brought in his sister's sick kits, claiming his sister had passed on due to the same sickness her kits had. Marigoldpaw discovered that Flarekit and Owlkit were some of the best company she'd ever had.

Later, just before they became a warrior, two things happened. Flarekit passed away from the sickness, known to be redcough.

In their grief, Marigoldpaw had found a new friend, this time a creature other than a cat. A little copperhead snake called Yew.

Just a moon after it became a warrior, Ratbreeze, the warrior who tormented it throughout all of its early life, had returned to the teasing with new energy. This time, all Marigoldsnake could think about was how nice it would be if she just... disappeared.

The snake-cleaning would work wonderfully.

If only that medicine cat hadn't followed them.

A clearing claimed two lives that morning.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @indigo-flightly-falls

--Mossyswan and Owlpaw/gleam were the only cats who mourned them.

--Marigoldsnake is able to somewhat understand snakes, and can control them by making friends with them.

--They're sometimes called Snakeflower and don't really mind it in the long run! It's a badass name as least :]

--Baytail was the medicine cat.

[aurea-fide]

@spacexmagicxandxsheepxbleats

I noticed, Rahn’s fingers moved as a slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the Devils words would likely get him into trouble sooner or later…

Better him than Myriks.

I know sign and have been teaching Hatiaskis, she’s, well…improving, Rahn watched Jorvek a short while before turning offering to lead the other back to the shelter, “This area used to be a combination of industrial, residential, recreational and what humans called National Park land…”

He spoke outloud when Jorvek wouldn’t be able to see his hands, “Forgive me, I don’t recall the exact dimensions of the region, you may need to ask Hati, suffice to say it’s typically a year long migration to get around it almost completely…”

—–

“No…,” her tone turned soft as she looked him over, “I’m, happy to finally meet you.”

Moving away from him she retreaved an old cracked mug of hot tea as well as one of the Wolves first aid kits, “Here, drink… Rahn went to find your Kell and bring him back. Most recovery teams won’t venture to far across the boarders so close to night fall, but I’m afraid there are things to be weary of in the darkness here…”

@aurea-fide

Get in trouble was putting it lightly. If Jorvek was in a worse mood he would want to throw Rahn down to the ground and tear him a new one. But the devil was lucky that Jorvek’s temper had waned since Karliks spoke to him and when he felt his child starting to bury against his chest. So, instead of throwing Rahn to the ground, Jorvek approached the devil and whacks him across the back of the head. A warning look is the most he gives before he turns his attention to the woods. 

He walks next to Rahn as he listens and digests the area understanding how the place works. He stuck in comsodrone enough that the same concept was there too. Even if it was just a space-station. ‘you don’t have to sign. Only if your still around me when we’re in battle. I can hear fine. My throat is/.was, damaged severely.’ Jorvek signs back slowly even as his ghost shifts to get comfortable. 

----

Blinking at that, Myriks is somewhat surprised he’s not being lashed out at. But perhaps it wasn’t the time for that. His uninjured hand raises to take the handle of the mug. He sniffs it a moment to catch any different flavors before sipping it. “Jorvek doesn’t really care about that. He’s, he’s been through a lot over the centuries. He’s become immune to trouble and darkness coming at him. Well, not immune.” Myriks makes a face. “He’s used to it, resigned.” That might not be the best way to describe his warrior brother but it would give the other Kell ideas of what Jorvek was like.

He leans forward to start to roll up his bodysuit sleeves and removing the arm bracers wincing as he does so. Deep gashes were across his arms and he winces as he peels the wraps and uniform off. Some were new, others were older. Myriks isn’t all surprised by the wounds he gained from his Kell. “I’m sorry for him. And I’m sorry this is how you meet me. Rahn and I been trying to find the right time but nothing been working out. 

[murphys-ffxiv-ramblings]

20 duel

He wasn't sure what woke him at first, but when Malloy reached across the bed all he found was cold linen. The chill prompted him to further wakefulness - though Yuri seldom slept through the night even now, she generally came back to bed once she’d brewed a pot of tea.

When he opened his eyes, the pre-dawn gloom had only begun to paint the room in greyed-out blues and greens, courtesy of the floor-to-ceiling leaded panels that lined two walls of her attic chamber. Later than he’d expected, but still far earlier than he preferred to be up and moving. He closed his eyes once more, only for the unmistakable ring of metal on metal to drift through the one open window near the bed.

Sticking his head out, it took him a moment to find the two slim figures fighting on the sand below. He knew his Lady was a more than competent warrior, and her twin beat him every time he let her trick him into a duel, but watching them fight one another was… He started to understand why the old bards would write songs about fights. There was something enthralling about the way they moved- evenly matched, trading blows and weaving around one another in a deadly facsimile of the dances he so often led his Lady through. But the percussion was the drum of foot on packed sand, the melody the clash of blades, and the counterpoint the exhalation of the performers as the tempo kept accelerating.

Without really noticing, he’d climbed out onto the roof to see better without getting so close as to distract them. It was quickly becoming easier to see, as the coming dawn painted the beach in reds and holds, but the twins below showed no sign of slowing. He slowly realized that this was different than the fights he’d witnessed on the decks of Limsa Lominsa, or even the timed, best-of-three-hits fights popularized by Grindstone or the Bloodsands outside Ul’Dah. They had been at it for over a bell that he had been watching, all over the beach, and he couldn't even tell which one was ahead- if there was any way of keeping score in the first place.

Just as he was about to start climbing down to try and get them to stop, Yuri swung her spear in some complicated pattern that ended with her foot sending Shida flying more than a yalm toward the house and losing her blades as she went. He heard them talking, though he couldn't make out the words, but whatever it was brought peals of laughter from both sisters as his Lady slung her spear across her back and offered her twin a hand up.

Not a moment later, a succession of soft clatters on the roof tiles heralded both Keepers chattering to him and at one another, his sweat-soaked Lady reaching for his hand in lieu of taking her usual place tucked against his shoulder.

“Good morning koibito-”

“Malloy-kun, it is good to -”

“-didn't wake you, did-”

“-see what a ruthless cheat-”

“-have any room to talk, you're the-”

“-should be reassured that mei-mei knows -”

“-you believe her, calling me-”

“-matter, will you be joining-”

“-way, now that morning practice is -”

“-love to see you again -”

“-seriously using your kits to try and steal-”

“-we need to bathe, and you know full well they-”

“-know that isn't necessary, he-”

“-is the problem? Lukh’ir enjoys his-

“-still staying with you? Because I'm not having -”

Malloy just stood there smiling, listening to the new battle wage around him. Eventually, he would take Yuri to the bath house, then either to breakfast or back to bed, but that could wait. After all, for all her competitive nature, her sister was the only one she really enjoyed dueling. And he wouldn't deny her a moment of it.

[gamingow]

DoomFist

Overview

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaZfZFNuOpI Doomfist's Origin Story Doomfist is a former leader of the terrorist organization known as Talon. He is a skilled fighter and possesses a powerful gauntlet that allows him to level entire buildings with a single punch. Doomfist is also a prominent figure in the ongoing conflict between Overwatch, a group of heroes who fight for peace and justice, and Talon, a shadowy organization that seeks to disrupt the world order. Doomfist's journey to the universe of Overwatch 2 began long before the events of the game itself. In the game's lore, he is the third person to take up the mantle of Doomfist, following in the footsteps of two previous wielders of the powerful gauntlet. The first Doomfist was a legendary warrior who used the gauntlet to defend his people, while the second was a criminal who used it to wreak havoc. The current Doomfist, known as Akande Ogundimu, rose to power in Talon after the death of the previous Doomfist. He believed that the world was in need of a strong leader who could bring order to the chaos, and he sought to use his power and influence to achieve that goal. However, his plans were thwarted by Overwatch and its allies, who were able to stop his schemes and bring him to justice.

Doomfist's Abilities

Health: 450 The Best Defense: -  A passive ability that grants Doomfist temporary shields whenever he deals ability damage. - +35 overhealth per enemy hit with Rocket Punch or Seismic Slam - +75 overhealth per enemy hit with the Ultimate ability: Meteor Strike Hand Cannon  - His default primary fire, which fires four shotgun-like projectiles from each knuckle in his fist. - Damage:1.8 - 5 per pellet - 19.8 - 55 per shot - Falloff range:15 meters to 30 meters - Spread angle:Constant: 2.15 degrees - Projectile speed:80 meters per second - Num. of pellets:11 per shot - Rate of fire:1 shot per 0.32 seconds - 1 shot every 0.73 seconds (continuous fire of final shot) - Ammo:4 - Reload time:0.4 seconds (per shot) - Headshot:✓ Seismic Slam -  Doomfist leaps forward and slams into the ground, creating a shockwave that damages and slows enemies in the area of effect. - Damage:50 per target - Area of effect:18 meter cone at a 90° angle in front of Doomfist - 1.45 meters vertical range from surface - Cooldown:7 seconds Rocket Punch: - Doomfist charges forward and delivers a punch, dealing damage and knocking back enemies. - Damage:25-50 (impact damage), 10-30 (wall slam) - Move. speed:44 meters per second (Doomfist) - 15-35 meters per second (punched targets) - Max. range:~6.4 to 20 meters (depending on charge) - Casting time:0.2 seconds min. charge time - 1 seconds to fully charge - 1.6 second max. charge time - Duration:0.5 seconds max. travel time - 0.4 seconds stun (punch impact) - 0.25 seconds stun (wall slam) - Cooldown:4 seconds Power Block: -  An ability that rewards Doomfist with a powerful punch after taking a certain amount of damage. - Dmg. reduction:80% - Move. speed:-35% penalty - Duration:0.35 seconds min - 2.5 seconds max - Cooldown:7 seconds Meteor Strike:  - Doomfist launches into the air, allowing the player to choose a location to target on the ground. After a short delay, Doomfist crashes down at the targeted location, dealing damage to all enemies within the impact area. - Damage:Inner ring: 300 - Outer ring: 15-100 - Falloff range:2-8 meters - Move. speed:16.5 meters per second (selecting) - -50% move speed for 3 seconds (enemy) - Area of effect:Inner ring: 2 meter radius - Outer ring: 6 meter radius - Overall Radius: 8 meters - Diameter: 16 meters - Casting time:0.5 seconds activate animation - 1 second landing damage + 0.5 seconds invulnerability - Duration:Up to 4 seconds for select area - 3 second slow upon landing -50% (enemy) - Ultimate cost:1680 points

Doomfist’s Kit Position

Tank Role: - Doomfist is a highly mobile Tank hero in Overwatch 2, designed to disrupt the enemy team and create space for his allies. His abilities allow him to engage and disengage quickly, making him difficult to pin down and a valuable asset in any team composition. Primary Weapon: Hand Cannon - Doomfist's Hand Cannon is his primary weapon, allowing him to deal damage at close range. It fires four shots in quick succession, each dealing moderate damage. His melee attacks also deal significant damage, making him a threat in close-quarters combat. Mobility Ability: Rocket Punch - Doomfist's Rocket Punch ability is a powerful tool for engaging and disrupting enemy heroes. It allows him to charge up a punch and launch himself forward, dealing significant damage to any enemy he hits and knocking them back. The Rocket Punch can be used to escape or reposition as well, making it a versatile ability for Doomfist. Defensive Ability: Power Block - Doomfist can use his fist to absorb damage charging up his Rocket Punch. This can be used to absorb damage and to counter attack with the charged Rocket Punch creating an AOE (Area of effect) Stun if the enemy hits a wall turning the fight around. Utility Ability 1: Seismic Slam - Doomfist's Seismic Slam ability is a mobility and damage tool. It allows him to leap forward and slam into the ground, dealing damage to enemies in the area of effect and Slowing them. The ability can also be used to quickly close the gap between him and an enemy or to escape danger. Ultimate Ability: Meteor Strike - Doomfist's ultimate ability, Meteor Strike, allows him to leap into the air and crash down on a targeted area, dealing significant damage to enemies in the area of effect. The ability can be used to initiate team fights, clear objectives, or finish off low-health enemies. - Overall, Doomfist's kit positioning as a Tank hero emphasizes his ability to engage and disrupt the enemy team, creating space for his allies. His Hand Cannon and abilities provide damage and mobility, while his Meteor Strike ultimate can turn the tide of a battle. With careful use of his abilities and strategic positioning, Doomfist can be a valuable asset to any team in Overwatch 2.

 Doomfist’s Basic Information

- Real Name: Akande Ogundimu - Age: 45 - Nationality: Nigerian - Occupation: Martial artist (formerly) - Mercenary - CEO - Talon council member - Voice actor: Sahr Ngaujah

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 11

Part 10

Contains: Angst, torture, desecration of Christian icons, hurt/comfort, Ubbe has finally cracked and it's beautiful.

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

There was a blur of movement and you were ready to feel the pain of an arrow striking you, but instead, you felt a weight throw you down on the ground and land on top of you. You could feel something wet and warm dripping on your face, when you got your bearings, you saw it.

"OH GODS, IVAR!!"

There was the sound of grunting and slamming but all you could focus on was the arrow buried in Ivar's chest. You ran up to him and put his head in your hands.

"Ivar, I need you to look at me." He lifted his hand up to touch the arrow's shaft, "no don't touch that, I'll take care of it in a minute, it's not in deep."

It wasn't in deep at all but Ivar was acting like something was very wrong, he had gone pale and was wobbling on his feet.

"Don't kill that man, I think the arrow is poisoned." You pulled you attention back to Ivar.

"Let's get you to bed so I can look after this. Kindra, get me the arrow removal kit and the herb trunk." You directed Ivar to his room, he could barely hold up his own weight. Aslaug was still in the same spot, standing there in shock.

"Hey, I'm going to need your help as well." She moved faster than you thought her capable of.

Kindra ran into Ivar's room with all the items you requested and put them down on the floor.

"I need a bucket of water, just boiled is best. Someone needs to clear that table so I can lay him on it and I need that man searched so I can figure out what's going on with this arrow."

You were now holding Ivar up while he leaned against you.

"Please don't go to the Midsommar dance with Torben." he went to continue but you stopped him.

"Ivar, shut up and get up on the table. We can talk about this when you're better." He did as you ask, all be it very slowly.

"What do we do here?" Kindra was surprisingly calm considering all the gore she had seen so far was from construction accidents.

"The arrow doesn't have a metal head which means we can just pull it out. You're going to hold a gauze up to the wound, then on three, I'll put it out. Once you see the tip come out, press down on the skin as hard as you can to stop the bleeding."

She scrunched up the gauze in her hand and you put a hand on Ivar's shoulder.

"Ready?" They both nodded, "One, two, three." Ivar screamed and Kindra pressed to bandage down on his chest.

"That's the hard part over, go see if they found out what was the arrow was coated with and I'll stay here and clean this up." Kindra ran off and left you and Ivar alone.

Ivar was sweating profusely now, his eyes were unfocused and he was slurring his words.

"Please don't tell Mother, she's be so upset."

Oh fuck

Ivar got worse as the day went on, his Brothers were still interrogating the man who shot him. So far all they had found out was that he was a Christian warrior who fought them at York, he didn't have anything on his person so Sigurd went out to search the inn where he was staying.

"You can save him, right?" You shook your head.

"I don't know Aslaug, I won't get your hopes up. I think we should start preparing for a sacrifice, it might be our only hope. Send Kindra in please, I'd like to see if I can get something out of this man."

Kindra ran in a few moments later, she looked a little flustered but otherwise calm.

"How are you coping?" She shrugged.

"Once we know what's going on I'll be able to tell you. The prisoner has been moved to the cells, I don't know if they'll get him to talk." You nodded.

"I'll get it out of him." You went to your trunk, opened the secret compartment, removed what was there and made your way to the cells.

"Come and find me if he gets worse."

*********

It was a short walk, just past The Great Hall and down the alleyway.

Ubbe was standing outside when you arrived. "Anything?" He shook his head.

"He's been praying since we got the hot irons out. Sigurd will be back soon, maybe he found something. How is my Brother?" You looked down at your feet.

"Not good, he's got a pretty high fever, and I think he's delirious." You chose to ignore the look of terror that passed Ubbe's face.

"I'm going to see what I can do, maybe he'll be disarmed if a woman is the one doing the torturing." He nodded and you walked in.

The man was in quite a state, he had cuts, bruises and burns everywhere and it looked like he was missing some teeth.

"Wow Hvitserk, you're far more sadist than you present." He offered you a genuine smile.

"He's making it easy." Hvitserk stepped back so you could crouch in front of the man. You held up the vial you had taken from your trunk.

"This is a horrible chemical, when it touches skin, it causes it to turn liquid and fall off. If you don't tell me what poison you used, I will pour it on your prick, do you understand me?" He started forward with no indication he heard you. You uncapped the vial and the room was filled with a pungent smell.

"Last chance", no change, "ok". You poured a splash out onto his pants and a few seconds later, the satin started to turn pink, then there was the smell of burning flesh and the man started to grunt.

"I know what you are, you're a daughter of Lilith. I do not fear you." You reached up, planning on pouring more of it on his face but Sigurd bust in.

"I found it, I bought everything he owned just in case it helps." Sigurd put all but the potion bottle on the table, which he handed to you. You opened it, smelled it then poured some onto your hand.

"Thank the Gods, I know what this is. It's an easy fix but I need to know if he's used anything else before I give Ivar the antidote." The man smirked and spoke through swollen lips.

"I will not waver in my faith and bare my heart to a godless whore like you." It was clear that pain wasn't going to work.

"Fine, if you don't talk, I will burn a page of your bible at a time until you do. You're a missionary, which means it's your most prized possession and judging by the markings, it was given to you in Rome. Ubbe, would you bring me a match please." The man looked terrified, he was pulling away from you as best he could. And then he was reciting something in Latin.

The prayer of exorcism.

You didn't give him a chance to finish, instead, finishing the verse yourself. At this point, he started rocking back and forth.

"If you tell me, I promise we won't blood eagle you. If you don't, I will make sure you are sacrificed in honour of Jörmungandr and your soul will never reach your heaven."

"That was it, I was told it would kill immediately." You looked over at the Brothers, who had visibly relaxed.

"Have all the fun you want with him, but don't kill him. I'll know soon after administering the antidote if he's telling the truth."

You ran full speed back to the hall and didn't even bother to stop and talk to anyone.

"How has he been?" Kindra looked up from her chair.

"No change, he's still drifting in and out." You went over to your trunk and pulled out some herbs and a few bottles.

"This will take me a few minutes to make, go get Aslaug, we will need help giving this to him." She left the moment you stopped speaking.

You were working so fast your hands were shaking, Aslaug and Kindra watched on while you poured the finished antidote into a vial and then brought it over.

"Sit him up and someone needs to hold his nose." They did as you asked and you poured the liquid into Ivar's slightly open mouth then closed his jaw tight, a few seconds later he swallowed it and everyone sat back.

"We will know soon."

*********

About half an hour later Ivar started to pick up, his fever was still very high, and he still wasn't making any sense when he did speak but he was getting better.

"Kindra can you please stay with him, I need to go tell his Brothers the good news."

You retook the short journey, now that the fear had faded, anger had taken its place.

"Your Brother will be fine if he gets through next the few hours. I have done all I can for him, it's in the Gods' hands now." By this time the man was half dead and barely able to hold his head up.

"I will tell your Mother to prepare to square for a sacrifice, we must thank the Gods for Ivar's returning health." The man lifted his head in terror and looked at you.

"You promised." You glanced over your shoulder at him while you walked out.

"I lied."

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Ivar's fever had broken but now he was shaking uncontrollably, you were sitting at the table he was lying on trying to collect your thoughts.

Chirp

Ivar's Raven had been your most constant companion while the Brothers were away, you could swear the thing had human thoughts.

"I know, I'm doing my best."

You reached out and ran your hands over Ivar's face, if you weren't so tied, you would have believed that he pressed his face into your hands.

"You cannot die Ivar, I.....I love you."

You heard a noise behind you, Ubbe was standing there in the doorway.

"How long have you been there?" He stepped through and sat down next to you.

"Long enough." You went back to stroking Ivar's face.

"It doesn't matter, he'll be fine in a few days and things will be back to normal." Ubbe shook his head.

"You should tell him how you feel, you never know what might come of it." You stood up and crossed your hands over your chest.

"I've been over this with your Mother already, it isn't right." He huffed and put a hand on his Brother's leg.

"Tell him or I will." With that, he was gone.

***********

You felt the ache come on late that night, having helped Ivar move to the bed he was resting peacefully but you still couldn't sleep. You did your best to fight it off, closing the windows to the moonlight and only leaving a few candles on but nothing was helping.

Aslaug, Lagertha and Ragnar's other Sons were in and out all day, and you had sent Kindra to bed hours ago. You were resting your head and the table when you felt someone drop something next to you.

"Drink the tea and then go to bed. I'm not asking you." Ubbe's tone was harsh.

"I'm fine, I'll stay here until Ivar wakes up then I'll do as you've asked." Ubbe pressed his lips together, trying to keep calm.

"Fine you can stay here but I'm not leaving until you drink it." You glared at him but did as he asked.

"Good, I'll be back soon to see how you're doing."

Ubbe had planned to come back 20 minutes later but he got delayed talking to Lagertha about what had happened. When he came back in you were curled up on the floor next to Ivar's bed, asleep. He picked you up and, in doing so, woke Ivar up.

"What's going on?" Ubbe didn't say anything, instead, putting you on the bed next to him.

"I am going to stay here until she wakes up, I won't leave until you are honest about your feeling for her." Ivar went to protest but Ubbe held up his hand. "I've had it Ivar, I will not watch you dance around each other one more second." Ivar slumped back but didn't say anymore.

*********

You were so warm and comfortable, you could smell Ivar's clean sea like scent all around you and could vaguely feel someone laying next to you. When you opened your eyes you were greeted by Ivar looking at you, his hand was around your wrist. A glance to your left showed Ubbe sitting in a chair looking at Ivar as if to say, well.

"I need to tell you something." You looked from Ivar to Ubbe and back again.

"What is it?" He moved closer, you could see the dryness of his lips.

"I love you y/n, I have since I first laid eyes on you." He didn't have the chance to finish before you got up and walked away. Ivar grabbed your arm but you ripped it from his grip, he stood up, leaning on the bed but you shoved him away from you.

"How could you be so selfish? Did you ever consider what would happen if you died?" Ivar was staring at you like you had ten heads.

"Don't you have an answer? What would your family do without you.... what would I do without you?" He looked over at Ubbe confused.

"THAT'S IT, THAT'S FUCKING IT." He took a deep breath.

"I'm done watching this, I will not be leaving this room until this is handled if I have to stay here until we're all old and grey." He crossed his arms.

"Don't you have something to say y/n? I waiting." You looked at Ivar, he looked like he was about to cry.

"I love you Ivar, I love you." You went to continue but Ivar grabbed your face in his hands. He leaned in and brushed your lips together and it felt like the world collapsed into just the two of you, you couldn't even hear the people moving outside.

"I love you y/n."

"Fucking finally." Ubbe through his hands up and walked out, leaving you and Ivar to giggle in each other's arms.

Part 12

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Undertale September Day 3 - Chara

“The meeting begins now,” said Chara. They were standing on a stump, with Frisk and Flowey at their feet. “Apprentices, you have completed your training. Now, you will become warriors. Little one, come forward. What is your name?”

Neither kid moved for a moment.

“Flowey. That’s you.”

“I’m not that little!” Flowey whined. He scowled at Frisk, who was looking down on him and laughing. “Okay, whatever. I’m, uh, Rottenfang.”

“Technically you’d be Rottenpaw,” said Frisk. “You’re still an apprentice.”

“And I get to choose your warrior name,” said Chara. “Rottenpaw, you are now Rottenflower. Serve your clan with pride.”

Flowey opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Frisk raised their hand. “My name is Starpaw, Lilystar,” they said.

“You can’t be Starpaw,” said Chara indignantly. “What if you become the leader? You would be Starstar. And that is stupid.”

“I think it’s cool,” said Frisk, crossing their arms. “But if you hate it so much, I’ll settle for Redpaw.”

“Redpaw is acceptable,” said Chara. “But now, you will be… Redsoul. Serve your clan with pride.”

Frisk laughed. “Is that the best you got? Are you roleplaying as Asgore?”

Before Chara could answer, a group of teens approached the clan, hissing. The kids who had arms mimed clawing motions.

“Ambush!” shouted Flowey.

“That’s right, losers!” Snowy tried to push Chara off the stump. They didn’t move, so he just stood in front of Chara instead. “Deathclan, the mightiest of clans, is taking you over! And I, Eaglestar, will rule over you puny kits!”

Chara put some extra gravitas in their voice as they assumed a fighting position. “We will never surrender to the likes of you, foolish one. I suggest you retreat before you feel our wrath.”

“Oh yeah?” laughed Monster Kid, who was squaring off against Frisk. “How’re you gonna win? There’s only two of you!”

“Actually there’s-“

“Wrong, Redsoul!” Flowey exclaimed. He encircled the group with his vines, preventing Chara and Frisk from escaping. “I betrayed you and Lilystar! I’ve been working for Deathclan all along!!”

“Wait, since when?” said Snowy.

“Since always, fools! And you never suspected a thing!!!!”

“Well, we’ve only been playing for five minutes,” said Frisk.

“Quit breaking character, Redsoul!” Chara snapped. “So, Rottenflower, you have turned on us.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have, if you let me be Rottenfang,” said Flowey. “You’ll pay for that now!” His vines constricted, making all four kids look worried. “Surrender, idiots!!!”

“Never!!!” yelled Chara. “I summon the power of Starclan and slash the vines into pieces!” They smacked at the vines. “You have to pretend like you’re dead now, Rottenflower.”

“Haha, that’s what YOU think… Well, I actually was blessed by Starclan, so I have extra lives! I get back up!!!”

“I start emitting black smoke,” said Frisk.

“That’s not a cat thing,” said Chara.

“Maddie does it.”

“Ugh!!! Whatever!!! You’re all captured now, okay?” Snowy flapped his wings in frustration. “Now we’ll take you back to our hideout and keep you there forever!”

Suddenly, the bell rang. Flowey de-summoned his vines and jumped into his indoor flowerpot.

“‘Cool’ game, Chara,” said Snowy.

“I didn’t even get to do anything,” complained MK.

“We’ll continue from this point next time,” said Chara, picking up their backpack. “What name did you pick?”

“Bonepaw,” said MK, following the other kids into the school building. “Snowy made me Boneflake. It doesn’t even make any sense.”

“It doesn’t have to make sense,” said Chara.

“Then why couldn’t I be Starpaw?” said Frisk.

“The power of not letting you pick a cool name overtook me.”

[wander-wren]

fantastic. so the song is The Gambler by fun and it’s essentially about a man talking to his dying wife and reminiscing about their lives so you know what that means!! post-great battle au where brackenfur actually gets to say goodbye to his wife instead of her dying stupidly offscreen.

please keep in mind i’ve never animated a thing in my life but i’m reasonably sure this is feasible. this also isn’t necessarily how i would break down the parts because they’re very different lengths/complexities.

Slow down, we’ve got time left to be lazy

Brackenfur enters the nursery looking triumphant, only for his expression to immediately fall as he rushes to a collapsed, bloody Sorreltail. The color palette is dark, a lot of drab grays and browns.

All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes

Brackenfur looks down at Lilykit and Seedkit, who morph into Poppykit, Cinderkit, Honeykit, and Molekit from their first litter. While the background changes to reflect that the latter are in the medicine den, all the kits are surrounded by streaks of blood from both battles. The four kits morph into apprentices, then into warriors (minus Molepaw). At the last second, Honeyfern also disappears.

We’ve got fifty good years left to spend out in the garden, I don’t care to beg your pardon

Shift to Brackenfur and Sorreltail as young warriors living their lives, slowly growing older until they’re in the elders den together. Sorreltail smiles up at him, her muzzle all gray. Very pink and orange-toned colors here, for contrast.

We should live until we die

The idyllic scene is torn away, returning us to the dark, bloody nursery, but Sorreltail is still offering Brackenfur a pained smile.

There’s a bit of music that could be filled with the two embracing or with a longer transition to the next scene.

We were barely eighteen when we crossed collective hearts

Back in the past, Sorrelpaw skips happily past Brackenfur in camp. Iirc it’s winter when she becomes a warrior, so snow. Blue tones, but still bright in comparison to the nursery.

It was cold, but it got warm when you barely crossed my eye

Brackenfur turns to look at Sorrelpaw, startled, as if really noticing her for the first time as she touches noses with Firestar to become a warrior. The colors around her are orange and pink again, and they slowly start to spread outward.

And then you turned, put out your hand, and you asked me to dance

The snow finishes melting; it’s spring or summer now, still in camp, and Sorreltail bounds up and tackles Brackenfur down happily.

I knew nothing of romance, but it was love at second sight

Brackenfur pushes her off and they go running into ThunderClan territory together.

I swear when I grow up, I won’t just buy you a rose

As they run, leaves start to fall, signaling autumn, and they reach the crest of a grassy hill covered in flowers on the last word.

I will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely

Little shot from Brackenfur’s eyes of him just staring adoringly at Sorreltail. She then reveals that she is pregnant on the hill, and Brackenfur is overjoyed.

Even if the sun starts waking up over the fields, I will not leave

The oranges and pinks start to melt into shadow; Sorreltail’s face turns to one of horror as they both look down at a spreading pool of blood. Brackenfur stumbles toward her.

I will not leave till it’s our time, so just take my hand, and know that I will never leave your side

Back in the nursery, Sorreltail collapses, but she isn’t dead yet. Brackenfur presses his face into her neck, trying his best to support her. Potentially he can sing part of this line.

At the end, we start to transition to the next scene with some music.

It was the winter of ‘86, all the fields had frozen over

Twoleg monsters destroying ThunderClan’s forest camp. It is winter, so that blue palette comes back, but it’s a little darker and more washed out, like a middle ground between the happy past and the present.

So we moved to Arizona to save our only son

The cats trail in a long line out of the forest, with Sorreltail looking sadly over her shoulder at the ruins.

And now he’s turning to a man, though he thinks just like his mother

Since Molepaw is barely around, this follows Honeyfern. An adult Honeyfern runs past her parents, and in following her we transition back to orange and pink and to ThunderClan’s new camp. She tackles Berrynose in an identical way to how Sorreltail jumped on Brackenfur earlier.

He believes we’re all just lovers, he sees hope in everyone

Honeyfern looks up from her antics to see Poppyfrost; they greet each other happily before something makes Honeyfern look over—it’s Briarkit and the snake. Honeyfern leaps to save her. You could potentially have the colors quickly fade out and go dark as she does to indicate death.

And even though she moved away, we always get calls from our daughter

Cinderheart and Lionblaze walk in the forest, doing their happy-couple thing

She has eyes just like her father’s, they are blue when skies are gray

Cinderpelt’s spirit appears to them (potentially splitting away from Cinderheart like that canon scene). Special focus, of course, on their matching eyes.

And just like him, she never stops, never takes the day for granted—works for everything that’s handed to her, never once complains

Scenes from Cinderheart’s life: Her as an apprentice, breaking her leg, and healing. Potentially you could add another struggle she goes through (is there a significant one?) or parallels to Cinderpelt, but it might be too much for how fast the lines go by.

To think that I nearly lost you when the doctors tried to take you away

The lighting goes dim and dark again, but instead of returning to the nursery, we go to the medicine den; Sorreltail’s first kitting, with a badger looming over her.

But that night you took my hand beside the fire, thirty years ago to this day

Brackenfur and Sorreltail embrace in the medicine den, happy to be alive. Then they slowly morph into their present selves in the nursery. Brackenfur pulls away to look at her. She’s still alive, but weak.

You swore that we’d be here till we decide that it’s our time, but it’s not time! You’ve never quit in all your life

Brackenfur begging Sorreltail to live, but all she can do is smile sadly at him, knowing there’s nothing anyone can do. If you like, you can add him calling for a medicine cat, but it would be fitting if he at least sings the very last line.

So just take my hand and know that I will never leave your side

As Brackenfur still looks at her, pleading, Sorreltail raises her head and one paw with the last of her strength to touch his cheek. Then she collapses, and her spirit rises out of her body.

You’re the love of my life, you know that I will never leave your side

This line Sorreltail’s spirit says to Brackenfur. He may know she’s there, or he may be focused on her body and Lilykit and Seedkit.

There’s a good bit of music here, so you can fill all of it with the death scene, switch to some scenes of Brackenfur going old, show their children again, etc. I don’t have a color scheme for that part, because it should be both happy and grief-tainted and I don’t know that much color theory.

You come home from work, and you kiss me on the eye. You curse the dogs and say that I should never feed them what is ours

Brackenfur ascends to StarClan. It’s very yellow and green-toned. Happy. He and Sorreltail embrace.

And so we move out to the garden to look at everything we’ve grown

Sorreltail beckons Brackenfur to come with her, over a hill not unlike the one from when she told him she was pregnant. Below them, StarClan stretches out beautifully, dotted with Clanmates Brackenfur hasn’t seen in years.

Now the kids are coming home; I’ll set the table, you can make the fire

Honeyfern, Poppyfrost, Molepaw, Cinderheart, Seedpaw, and Lilyheart appear, surrounding their parents. End on a shot of them all cuddled together.

tada! free, uh, map/pmv/amv idea for y’all. i actually have a few scripts like this lying around, but this is the one i like the most because sorreltail deserves more content

would anyone in the whole world want to hear about the map script i made up for sorrelbracken like a year ago because i dont draw so i cannot realize the Vision but i think it would slap

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Hello darlings! I've been watching storms roll in all day, and it's been delightful!

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Prompt: a continuation of THIS STORY! HBH/HGE – UNconventional

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To be honest, the next time Vree fell through a portal into somewhere, it wasn’t really all that alarming.

Well alright, not for him anyway. By the young, and human, yelp of surprise that greeted him, someone in the room might not agree.

“What the crap is that?”

Ah. Yes. Definitely human, but also definitely displeased, and probably unfamiliar with Ha’reeti. How troublesome.

Vree uncoiled himself from the ground, careful to move slowly. Ha’reeti were large, compared to most humans. Clearly reptilian thanks to their distant ancestors, over two meters in height, and broad across the chest. Vree, of course, had white fur from nose to tail, and he was glad that he, unlike many Ha’reeti warriors, chose not to dye himself in bright colors. He did wear the shave-patterns of his Pride, and his Service-ship, but Human-Amir told him those were more interesting than strange from a human perspective.

“I mean you no harm,” he said before the started human, a young female according to his nose, could get more alarmed than she already was. “My name is Vree of Ha’reet. I seem to have fallen through a portal by mistake. I do apologize for alarming you.”

“Holy crap it talks!”

…oh dear.

When Vree got a look around, he realized that he was in a human domicile. There was a large nest of pillows in one corner of the wide room, and a kitchen dominated half of the room itself. That was, Vree noticed, where the human was. She had taken cover behind one of the counters, and Vree could only see the top half of her head, peaking out to get a look at him.

Her veins seemed to be glowing silver.

That was possibly not the best indication of good things to come.

Very slowly, Vree lowered himself back down to the floor, which put his head about level with her counter. He slipped his claw-gloves into one pocket, and held up his hands so she could see they were empty. Raised hands, Human-Nerea told him, were generally a sign of nonaggression to humans.

“I promise, I will not move until you tell me,” he said very gently, and added the purr to his voice that all of his humans swore was relaxing. He cocked his ears up like a kit’s, and hoped he looked somewhat less intimidating now. He wasn’t used to humans who spooked at the sight of the unknown, but then, he had startled this one rather badly. “Can you tell me where I am?”

Before the human could decide what to do, there was a thunder of footsteps on the hallway, and suddenly the room was full of cats.

No.

Not cats.

Vree had met one of these creatures before, and now that he looked more closely, he recognized that particular individual now.

“Hello, Demon-Sproot,” he said, much relieved to see a being he had met before. He proffered a hand in the traditional greeting to earth-cats, which Angel-Angelica had assured him was also polite for demon-cats. “I am pleased to see you again. I seem to have found another portal. Are Demon-Blake or Angel-Angelika nearby? I seem to have alarmed your human.”

“You know Angelika and Blake?”

The human seemed much reassured by the new revelation, and came out from behind her counter, attended by three of the presumably demon-cats.

“I do,” Vree told her. He didn’t smile for fear of alarming her again with his teeth, although he did perk his ears up in an overly-obvious display of good cheer. To his surprise, several of the cats took on human form, confirming his guess that they, like Demon-Sproot, were demons. Demon-Sproot had not shifted during Vree’s last encounter with them, but Angel-Angelika had explained that it was a preference, not inability that kept him a cat. “We met during my last unfortunate encounter with a portal. I promise I will not harm you.”

“Sproot, you know him?”

Demon-Sproot perched up on his hind legs, his tail stick out for balance, and his spines flat against his black-and-white fur. He nodded, and the human relaxed all at once.

“You can get up. Sproot says you’re cool,” she told Vree, who stood, although slowly, so she could get his measure. “Are you a demon too? My name’s Tracy, by the way.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Human-Tracy,” Vree said, much relieved that the screaming part of this visit seemed to be over. “I must call for aid. If this is like my last portal, I do not have the ability to return home without assistance. One moment, please.”

After his last jaunt, Lady Hoshi gave him several more of her scales. Enough to make wide cuff that reached all the way around his wrist. It would, she told him, make retrieving him much easier if such a thing happened again. Honored, and very glad to have such a powerful friend, Vree never took the cuff off except to wash and when he was in shed. He pressed a thumb to one scale, and sighed at the feel of fresh snow whirling invisibly around him.

This scale was cut with a rune, Lady Hoshi had explained, and would tell her not only that he needed aid, but what had happened, which would hopefully make rescue easier. Vree didn’t exactly understand how it worked, but he was pleased nonetheless.

“Alright,” he said when he was done, and gingerly took a seat on one of the bar stools at the counter. To his surprise, it held. It must have been sturdier than he initially thought. “My apologies. I am… somewhat new at magic.”

Human-Tracy was staring at him, one cat in her arms, another on her shoulders, and at least ten others scattered through the room.

“Not to be rude, but uh,” she said slowly. “What are you? Are you a demon?”

“I am Ha’reeti,” Vree said, and suddenly remembered his conversation with Angel-Angelika and Demon-Blake. “From the planet Ha’reet, in what you know as the Andromeda Galaxy.”

“You’re an alien?”

Oh dear. Human-Tracy seemed to be glowing silver again. Vree wondered what her Other heritage was, and hurried to do damage control.

“Yes, I am from a different world than your own,” he said in the gentle tone of a lecturer. A tone, he had found, lent him a great deal of emotional authority with the younger humans. “According to a dear friend, I am, more importantly, from the very distant future in an alternate reality to your own. If your own people are to ever meet mine, it will not be for a very, very long time. You do not need to fear invasion from my people, now or ever, I should think. Ha’reet, presently, does not even know Earth exists and we have always been peaceful to other worlds.”

To his alarm, Human-Tracy stared at him for another long minute, mute with shock, and then dropped her head to the counter.

“Why,” she moaned, hitting her head repeatedly on the stone hard enough to make Vree wince. “Why,” bonk “is,” bonk “my,” bonk, “life,” bonk, “like,” bonk, “this?”

Well, Vree could sympathize with that.

“I am sorry,” he consoled her with a very rueful sigh. “I have often wondered the same thing. As my friend will likely take a small while to find and retrieve me, shall we talk? I am always interested in Earth, you are doubtless curious about Ha’reet, and I am not a bad cook by human standards. In my experience, food nearly always helps with these situations.”

“Got a lot of experience with this, do you?” Human-Tracy asked, but she raised her head from the counter, which was encouraging. “Sure, lunch with an alien. Man, my bar for strange has gotten so high.”

“I know what you mean,” Vree said with true sympathy, and stood. He thought he recognized the metal box behind her as a place to store food. “Now, what sort of tea do you have? I am not familiar with your technology, but I am certain I can figure out how to boil water.”

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[pluralsword]

Image description 1 of 49: three selected Autobot Data Files from the Transformers TTRPG by Renegade Games. They read:

Anode Xenoarchaeologist Alt Mode: Bi-Wing Flyer Anode began life as a blacksmith on Cybertron, but she reinvented herself into a treasure-hunting adventurer that specialized in digging up alien cultures and artifacts. She has a sharp tongue and loves taking risks, much to the chagrin of her spouse, Lug.

Arcee Career Warrior Alt Mode: Motorcycle Arcee is an Autobot warrior through and through and will shed Energon as vigorously as any other. Despite her loyalty, Arcee enjoys defending troublemakers and outliers. A ferocious and deadly warrior who’s an expert in hand-to-hand combat, she is also one of the best sharpshooters on record, never wavering from her dedicated protection of those she has sworn to defend.

Lug Xenogeologist Alt Mode: Toolkit Backpack Lug is the bonded spouse of Anode, happily riding along as her archeology kit and backpack until she herself is needed. She has a deep understanding of dangerous environments across Cybertronian territories and gladly puts her life on the line for science and the safety of her beloved.

End image description.

As mentioned before, we keep thinking about these data files, and wanted to focus on ttrpg motorcycle Arcee’s character a bit! So here’s part one of a story told through toy photos:

Embraces New and Old

Image description 2 of 49: A kitbash of Anode kneels in front of a computer terminal, looking over at the open passageway while alongside her Conjunx Endura Lug, who is holding eight large fuel rods in her arms. Beside the the terminal are the Golden Disks, an energy sword (from T30 Arcee), and tucked away is a tiny Blaster in cassette player mode. Behind Lug, a round disc is barely visible, with armlets above the wall, where Legacy Prime Arcee sits, watching. Down the nearest hallway, Wheeljack walks casually... End image description.

Image description 3 of 49: A zoom out of the earlier shot- Arcee and the disc are now clearly visible, and Wheeljack is walking alongside a similarly relaxed Nautica who seems to be chatting with Wheeljack. Behind the next wall of the base, Ironhide is gesturing for people to follow while Sunstreaker and Tread Bolt run ahead to turn the corner to where Wheeljack and Nautica are... End image description.

Image description 4 of 49: Anode moves her hands away from the terminal to pick up her sword, while Arcee looks on, face now visible in the frame, and the platform discs on the floor and overhanging the wall start up with blue blast effects, with Lug stepping towards the one on the ground... End image description.

Image description 5 of 49: as Lug steps away she looks over her shoulder to see BBM Wheeljack around the corner arms raised in exclamation, while Nautica stands beside him reaching for her gun on her back, wrench in hand. Sureshock rolls in her motor scooter mode to sneak between Wheeljack and Nautica, with High Wire biking himself in behind, and ER Sunstreaker and Universe Tread Bolt following with rifles drawn. Arcee continues to remain still on the top of the wall... End image description.

Image description 6 of 49: a focus in on Legacy Prime Arcee looking down from the wall (a TR Arcee packaging box) by the overhang arm, her pink tri-crest bright on her blue helm in the room light, silver face in a slight grin... End image description.

Image description 7 of 49: a focus on Anode picking up her blue energy sword in Arcee’s view- and the Golden Disks nearby, while Lug’s foot is seen approaching the activated teleporter (a ground bridge). End image description.

Image description 8 of 49: behind the second wall, BBM Ironhide moves up to join Tread Bolt, followed by Thunderhowl with his sword sheathed and shield out, Legacy Elita One with her guns holsters on her back stacks, and BBM Ratchet with his rifle on his back. End image description.

Image description 9 of 49: Anode snatches up the Golden Disks close to her chest and deflects a blast effect from Nautica with her sword, while Lug leaps into the ground bridge, and Sureshock in bot mode charge at Anode, followed by minibots High Wire and Grindor also in bot mode. Wheeljack is pushing Nautica’s gun out of position to prevent her from getting another shot in- and she has her wrench raised in exclamation. Meanwhile, Sunstreaker is about dip around the corner to aim her rifle, and looks on instead at Ironhide, who has her rifle raised aloft. Tread Bolt holds position, while Thunderhowl and Elita stop behind Ironhide, waiting... End image description.

Image description 10 of 49: Lug now gone, Anode attempts to back into the ground bridge which has now caught fire in several places, while Sureshock wrestle the Golden Desk’s out of her grip... End image description.

Image description 11 of 49 : Anode, now fully on the burning ground bridge, reaches out to the Golden Disk’s in Sureshock’s arms, while Wheeljack outstretches arms in turn towards Anode... End image description.

Image description 12 of 49: Sunstreaker has dropped her rifle, and follows in with High Wire with only hands, Grindor close behind. Ironhide looks over to get a look at what is happening, while Elita starts to rush around him, and Nautica kneels on the ground, face looking down at the floor, gun pointing down. Tread Bolt, Thunderhowl, and Ratchet hold back, Ratchet with an arm out towards Elita... end image description.

Image 13 of 49: A zoom in on Elita stepping in between Ironhide and Nautica, who is looking away. Sunstreaker’s foot rushes onward, rifle behind her. End image description.

Image description 14 of 49: Arcee, with a sniper rifle holstered on her wheel-pack, has slid down onto the ground bridge opening that Anode and Lug crossed through, one arm on the wall and the other towards the bots who had been after Anode and Lug... end image description.

Image description 15 of 49: a zoom up of the earlier shot: Wheeljack’s leg on the ground is now visible, as is Sunstreaker’s arm, - at the top of the photo the ground bridge wall arms have come loose and broken apart... end image description.

Image description 16 of 49: a zoom in on Wheeljack hitting the floor, arms around Sureshock, who is still clutching the Golden Disks... End image description.

Image description 17 of 49: a lopsided, shaky, blurry photo of Arcee on the collapsing ground bridge, the nearby terminal and near-prone Wheeljack in view... end image description.

Image description 18 of 49: just along the corner of the wall, Sunstreaker kneels, covering her head with her arm to brace from the explosion- and perhaps not wanting to see what happens to Arcee. High Wire hits the ground, and Nautica hugs Grindor close after he ran over to her. Meanwhile, Tread Bolt, Thunderhowl, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Elita wait, Ironhide scratching her own helm, while Elita looks on at Nautica, seemingly lost in thought... End image description.

Image description 19 of 49: Blaster still behind the terminal in alt mode, Sureshock, Wheeljack, and High Wire look on at the burning wreck of the ground bridge, Sunstreaker in turn looking at Wheeljack’s drooped posture. End image description.

Image description 20 of 49: A zoom in on Blaster on the ground by the terminal, Golden Disks also on the floor... Blaster’s reflection is visible on the terminal table frame. End image description.

Image description 21 of 49: Elita One’s forearm reaches over the terminal to grab Blaster... End image description.

Image description 22 of 49: An almost top down shot of squarely and roundly robust Elita One holding cassette player mode Blaster in her hands, looking down at him... the wreck of the ground bridge is visible in the background. End image description.

Image description 23 of 49: A front shot of before, Elita’s left hand is clenched in thought, a slight smile on broad-helmed face... end image description.

Image description 24 of 49: In front of a city backdrop elsewhere, Lug holds her fuel rods in hand while Anode steps towards her, sword at her side, big blast effect tears coming out of her eyes under her crested and goggled helm... End image description.

Image description 25 of 49: Engine fuselage armor half skirts turned behind her thighs, winged curvy Anode kneels, still crying, into shorter boxier backpack Lug’s chest, while Lug holds her as well around the shoulders and wings, fuel rods on the ground... end image description.

Image description 26 of 49: Lug leans in closer with her embrace now focus on Anode’s arms and her wings, head inclined as if smooching or whispering Anode’s helm... end image description.

Image description 27 of 49: Slightly blurred from close-up of the same image as before, with Lug’s lips clearly on Anode’s helm. Lug’s blocky right ankle is clearly visible. End image description.

Image description 28 of 49: similar image as before, with more visibility of Anode’s big angled ankles and her inner engine turbine-pack on her back, sword still clutched in her left hand. End image description.

Image description 29 of 49: Lug and Anode, no longer embracing, reach out to pick up the fuel rods. Anode seems to no longer have sobbing droplets down her face. End image description.

Image description 30 of 49: Lug and Anode rush off to the left, fuel rods in hand, four carried by each. End image description.

Image description 31 of 49: Anode following along with fuel rods in her arms behind off-panel Lug. End image description.

Image description 32 of 49: the point where Anode and Lug appeared is empty, only crates, towers, and an elevated highway or rail line visible... end image description.

Image description 33 of 49: same as previous image. End image description.

Image description 34 of 49: Legacy Prime Arcee appears in a plopped crash onto the ground face first where Anode and Lug used to be... end image description.

Image description 35 of 49: Arcee kneels up using the alien bending capability of her powerful torso actuators to look onward with ease in the direction Anode and Lug went... End image description.

Image description 36 of 49: she begins to change modes- her upper half turned around so her head and wheel-pack faces the ground, legs also moving... end image description.

Image description 37 of 49: her sequence continues, her motorcycle shape apparent, one leg outstretched with a wheel at the end instead of a foot... her sniper rifle is affixed ahead on her side, and head inside her fuselage. End image description.

Image description 38 of 49: nearly done actuating her motorcycle shape, Arcee sticks her kickstand down for balance, only one more armor flip is needed... end image description.

Image description 39 of 49: side armor now tucked in and her rifle near her back wheel, still pointed forward, Arcee rushes off with an initial exhaust vapor of a blue blast effect. End image description.

Image description 40 of 49: in front of a wrecked and junk covered landscape, a sitting Lug opens up her chest compartment to reveal a single pink energon cube. Also seated Anode touches her forearm with her hand, while Lug looks at her, fuel rods on the ground between them.

Image description 41 of 49: holding hands with Anode, Lug chomps down on the energon cube with her left hand. End image description.

Image description 42 of 49: a focus on Anode and Lug hands holding each other... end image description.

Image description 43 of 49: Lug hands Anode the energon cube. End image description.

Image description 44 of 49: Anode bites in on the energon cube, while Lug gently rests a hand on her engine armor skirt. End image description.

Image description 45 of 49: Anode holds Lug’s hand again, who is looking down at her own chest compartment, which is empty. Anode nonetheless seems a little cheery, looking up at the sky.

Image description 46 of 49: Lug closes up her chest, and looks over at Anode, still holding hands... end image description.

Image description 47 of 49: the two go about picking up their fuel rods again... end image description.

Image description 48 of 49: the junk covered place is now seemingly without bots again, the two Conjunx rogues gone...

Image description 49 of 49: Arcee wheels in a turn in her motorcycle mode to where Anode and Lug had eaten their last energon cube...

[warriorsbutnotreally]

Mapleshade Drowns But Her Kits Live AU

firstly, thank you for the kind words <3

I'm far from the best out there but I like sharing ideas and hearing things from other people around me as well

It's one of the big reasons why this fandom has kept me for so long. There's never a dull moment and there's always creative ideas - whether good or bad is [mostly] subjective.

edit; this post was mostly done and was supposed earlier but then the other posts became more important and I implore you go to my blog and check out what's been going on

of course, we're here for the au and I'll gladly hand off my idea for this AU;

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When Mapleshade and the kits go under, a yowl sounds and hits the ears of Appledusk and the nearby patrol.

Quickly, the patrol runs and sees three little heads bobbing above the river, all three struggling to stay alive.

Without a second thought, Appledusk leads the patrol into the river and they grab the kits.

As he's swimming, however, he feels one of his paws kick down on something and he feels whatever it was sink. It isn't until after they stumble back onto land that he realizes he felt fur under his paws.

The rest of the patrol had felt it, too

A couple warriors dive into the water, but return with nothing

Appledusk stares at the kits, wondering to himself if that was Mapleshade and, if so, what she was doing dragging their kits through stormy waters like that

Angry, he realizes she put the kits in danger and that they could've died - hell, they were still at risk of dying if they didn't get them somewhere safe and dry.

He orders the patrol to carry the kits to camp, as they can't wait out here and risk the kits getting sick

The rest of the patrol agrees and they take the kits to camp

Appledusk can only hope that Mapleshade had tried to save the kits after her reckless move and wasn't trying to take them down with her

It's a couple days later and Patchkit, Petalkit, and Larchkit are deemed healthy.

However, with no place to go, they end up adopted by Appledusk and his mate, Reedshine.

The three are unsure about this - though, Patch is the least bothered, as he remembered how Appledusk had saved him from drowning the first time when Mapleshade had taken them out to try swimming Plus, he's a little more happy to have a father around

He thinks highly of the RiverClan warrior and does his best to convince his siblings that it's cool, since he seemed to be friends with their mom anyway

Larchkit hesitates at that

He just wants their mom

Patch understands

Petal, meanwhile, is just upset they had to leave ThunderClan at all and she isn't pleased with anything or anyone, including her brothers

Despite Patch's best efforts, she just wants to be left alone

As they're being taken to the nursery where Reedshine is, Appledusk pauses, pretending to show them around camp for a bit before pulling them to the side

He asks if they knew why their mom was trying to get them to cross the river

Larch states, distressed, that they weren't allowed in ThunderClan anymore

Petalkit adds, coldly, that they didn't like them because Birchface isn't their father

Patch almost loudly states that Appledusk is their father, but is silenced quickly by the warrior

The older tom looks the three over and he mutters something to himself about how this is going to be complicated

Out loud, he tells the three that him being their father has to be a secret

The kits are confused why

He tells them, cautiously, that he has a mate in RiverClan - Reedshine - and that she's currently expecting his kits

They're confused

Petal, glaring, asks why he has more kits and if they weren't enough

Appledusk assures he loves them more than he's ever loved anything, that they are shining stars within RiverClan But he was never supposed to be with Mapleshade and how he had ended up falling in love with another when he and Mapleshade were apart

Petalkit accuses him of not loving Mapleshade and he shushes her and she almost raises her volume

He assures he did care for Mapleshade, but he knew their relationship wasn't meant to last and he hadn't expected to see it all fall apart so quickly

Patch wants to try to give this life a chance, but Larch and Petal are apprehensive Patch understands why He misses their mom, too And this is a lot for the three to try to take in in just a couple short days

He promises not to tell, even if Larch and Petal never make that promise

Appledusk is a little relieved and he gives Patch and small nuzzle on the forehead before bringing them all the way to the nursery finally

Reedshine greets Appledusk with affectionate licks and nuzzles before turning her attention to the three kits

She seems nervous at first, having not been expecting to need to take care of kits while expecting kits, but she still shows them warmth and kindness nonetheless

The kits aren't sure how to feel. They already had a mom, but Reedshine never pushes the kits if they're not comfortable with the attention and even gives them the option to have their own nest or to sleep in the larger nest with her

The first night they choose to have their own nest and she understands, though it's clear she's worried that she's not making a good first impression on these suddenly adopted kits

As expected, there is some struggle with adjusting

Though Patchkit takes to it well, Larchkit and Petalkit struggle and there comes a point that Patchkit becomes worried that his siblings would let the secret slip

A moon later and Reedshine's kits are born - Willowkit, Shykit, and Seedkit

This is when a change happens in Petalkit and she takes to being an older sister like a champion

She helps watches after the kits and she feels a spark of excitement as she tells Reedshine how she looks forward to teaching them how to swim and how, when she's an apprentice, she'll show them all the coolest battle moves

Larch, meanwhile, grows more distant

He watches as Appledusk dotes over these kits and he feels a bitter resentment towards his father, realizing how old he and his siblings are and how shortly after they came here that Reedshine had her own kits

He doesn't know much, but the dots don't line up in his head in a way he likes

Especially since Reedshine was already expecting these kits when they arrived

Though, they keep their secret and do their best

Patchkit even follows Reedshine and Appledusk around much like he had done with Mapleshade, which creates some tension with Larchkit and some mild annoyance with Petalkit Though Petal's reasoning is that he's too old to be following cats around like a lost kit

After becoming apprentices, becoming Patchpaw [Spiketail], Larchpaw[Darkstar], and Petalpaw [Milkfur], the three have a shared dream

In that dream they're approached by Mapleshade, who lovingly dotes on them

She apologizes for not being there

And when the kits understand that she drowns, she turns an accident into a horror story She lies, saying that Appledusk had intentionally drowned her and that he was trying to get her out of the way

There's some hesitation from these young cats as their mother asks them to spy on Appledusk and Reedshine, who had been nothing but kind to them

Waking up the next morning, they are greeted by Appledusk, who wanted to see them off on their first official day of training, he grooms each of them and even Reedshine stops by before they head out, nuzzling them each before returning to the younger kits

Seedkit even runs up to Petalpaw as she heads out to camp, having her swear on all the fish in the river that she'll learn some cool battle moves to teach them when she returns

Petalpaw promises

Patchpaw, with his mentor Spiketail, head out on a hunting patrol while Petalpaw and Larchpaw are sent on a border patrol

Spiketail teaches him the basics, but before they head out to practice, he admits that he was confused at first

He knows Mapleshade is Patchpaw's mother and he wasn't sure why Appledusk was willing to adopt with kits on the way

Patchpaw nervously wonders if Spiketail caught on, but the deputy goes on to admit that he assumes Appledusk felt responsible for the three, since he had rescued them twice He also mentions Mapleshade's death

Patchpaw asks about it

Spiketail hesitates, but Patchpaw insists, saying he's old enough and he knows Appledusk might not tell them

He informs Patchpaw that they hadn't seen Mapleshade in the water until they had felt fur brush against them after they had rescued the trio of kits

Spiketail personally blames himself for the queen drowning, saying he should've knowing something was up the moment he felt something heavy under the kits, but he had assumed it was a rock that was somehow holding them against the current

Patchpaw feels sympathy towards the tom

He doesn't think it's anyone's fault

Spiketail does add that, personally, he doesn't think she should've had the three near the river, but he wasn't going to speak ill of the dead

Patchpaw nervously thinks of how the dead is thinking poorly of the living

A couple more moons pass with the trio learning more and more about living and hunting in RiverClan Though they haven't been taken to a gathering yet, the three are made aware that ThunderClan knows they're with RiverClan and the cats are acting hostile about it without saying what the problems is

they know

RiverClan just doesn't

On top of that, Mapleshade has been coming by, asking for news Patchpaw and Petalpaw are becoming more and more uncomfortable as she comes up with ideas that she doesn't talk in detail about

She assures they'll know when the time is right

She also starts asking about news about Seedkit, Shykit, and Willowkit Every time she hears that they're healthy and well, she snorts at the thought

The most recent morning, Patchpaw is woken up from the dream early as he hears noises outside. He learns quickly that they're coming from right behind the apprentice's den, being nothing but hurried, worried whispers

It's Perchpaw - now Perchleap, as his ceremony had been the day before -, talking to Appledusk He listens in as Perchpaw frets that they can't keep the three away from ThunderClan forever

Appledusk asks why his apprentice is even worried

Perchleap knows

He can see it in the kits

Specifically Patchpaw, who looks more of a blend of Appledusk and Mapleshade

He knows ThunderClan knows, too He's heard hateful whispers about Appledusk being their father and he can't keep denying that he sees it, too

Appledusk hisses He doesn't care what ThunderClan has to say And he knows his kits belong here ThunderClan didn't want them, so they should at least stop whining as the three are where they belong

Perchleap mentions that ThunderClan wants Appledusk punished even more now and Appledusk is outraged Birchface's death had been an accident, as had Flowerpaw's

Perchleap knows, but they see Appledusk as complacent in the lies Mapleshade told

Appledusk is cautiously confused

Perchleap explains that ThunderClan believes Appledusk told Mapleshade to lie about Birchface being the father

Appledusk is outraged and has to force himself to stop from yowling, making his voice sound strained as he assures he had never heard of anything like that Nor would he have approved of such a lie if she had told him, as it would've ruined their lives even more

He mentions how their Clanmates are waking up now and it's not the time to keep talking

Patchpaw lays his head down and closes his eyes, pretending to sleep as the two return back inside of the camp, though he wasn't even in his nest anymore, having had to move closer to overhear everything

Once they're back, he quietly moves back to his nest and closes his eyes again, only to feel Petalpaw nudge him

She asks if he heard, too

He confirms, though she had already been closer to where the two warriors had been talking

Petalpaw feels shame that Mapleshade lied like that She worries that, if Mapleshade was bad, they'll be bad, too

Patchpaw promises they're not That they're good cause they'd never lie

Petalpaw mentions how she once lied to Willowkit by telling her that there was a badger just outside camp ready to gobble up sneaky kits to keep her from following outside of camp

Patchpaw laughs lightly and says that wasn't a bad lie That she was keeping her safe

Petalpaw frowns

She says there shouldn't be a thing as 'good lying'

Patchpaw's expression falls and he states that she's probably right, but her lie wasn't hurting Willowkit

Petalpaw halfheartedly agrees "I guess so.."

Patchpaw's mind is buzzing all day and eventually he drags Appledusk to the side, Petalpaw and Larchpaw with him, and asks for the truth

The whole truth about everything

Appledusk tells them everything he knows, unaware that two of the three of them had overheard him and Perchleap

His story lines up with what Petal and Patch had heard

Larchpaw doesn't react much to what he hears

That night, they wake in the dark forest and Larchpaw spills everything he heard

Patchpaw and Petalpaw are surprised and don't like that Mapleshade is pleased with him telling

She assures that Appledusk only tells the kits lies, but Patchpaw and Petalpaw don't believe he'd lie so easily to Perchleap

She decides that the time is coming soon

She needs the three to spill the secret

There's hestiation until Larchpaw agrees

The next night is a full moon and Larchpaw gets Darkstar to allow the apprentices to go

Gathering reveal similar to how Hollyleaf revealed her parents' secret

Shock ripples through RiverClan and Petalpaw and Patchpaw are upset they couldn't stop their brother in time, as they had been trying to

The gathering ends short and Darkstar brings her cats back to camp and the first thing she does is wake Appledusk up

She drags him into the middle of camp and many cats are confused on why she's calling a meeting so late

She lays down Appledusk's crimes and he's unable to counter them, especially since Oakstar confirmed most of them

He holds fast that he never told her to lie, however At least not lie about Birchface

Darkstar's still angry

Reedshine stands up for Appledusk and Darkstar is about to banish them both when Perchleap steps up to stand with Appledusk

And then Patchpaw, which angers Larchpaw

Petalpaw joins them soon after

Darkstar still has mixed feelings about the apprentices, but even their mentors stand up Though not for Appledusk Only for Patchpaw and Petalpaw

Larchpaw will remember all of this

Especially because his relationship with Darkstar is now damaged now that he knows she'd so readily kick him out

That night there are no dreams At least not for Petalpaw and Perchpaw

Larchpaw and Mapleshade however? They're making plans

One of them involved the fact that Larchpaw 'accidentally' lead Darkstar into danger and she ends up losing a life

Though upset about the situation, she doesn't suspect he's to blame

Moons of plotting and now Seedpaw, Willowpaw, and Shypaw are apprentices

Patchpaw notices that Larchpaw is leading the apprentices out of camp the night after their apprentice ceremony and he wakes Petalpaw up

They sneak after, where they find Larchpaw take them to the river

The young apprentices think he's going to show them a secret fishing technique

Then, in a flash, he throws himself against the three while they're standing together and send the younger cats into the river

Patchpaw and Petalpaw run to the river only for Larchpaw to stand in their way

He claims they need to die

That Mapleshade will be avenged

They try to reason with Larchpaw, but he doesn't listen

He won't let anyone save them

Petalpaw attacks and gives Patchpaw a chance to get to the river, where he dives in

Larchpaw is outraged, but Petalpaw is keeping him well distracted

Patchpaw begins helping them Pushing the three to shore while showing them how to swim Seedpaw is struggling however

He manages to grab Seedpaw and he almost has them to shore when he sees Larchpaw hurt Petalpaw badly and she falls to the ground

Larchpaw then sprints to the river and is going after Patchpaw, Seedpaw, Willowpaw, and Shypaw

Patchpaw hauls the three onto land before shoving himself between them and Larchpaw He tells them to run

A fight breaks out between the brothers as Patchpaw stops Larchpaw from chasing after the apprentices

Larchpaw calls Patchpaw a traitor

Patch insists he's not

Larch says he's betraying the memory of their mother

The ginger and white tom insists Mapleshade was lying

His brown tabby brother doesn't agree

He sees Appledusk as the liar and he's angry that Patch and Petal were so easily tricked

"I'm not the one being tricked, Larchpaw!"

It hurts Patch to admit it, as he had loved his mother, but Mapleshade was using them

She didn't care what happened

She just wanted them to hurt others

Larch doesn't want to hear it and the fight continues until Larchpaw is shoving Patchpaw's head underwater, trying to drown him

He almost blacks out until Petalpaw saves him, still hurting but able to stand

Larchpaw hisses and the fight gets shoved closer and closer into the water

They come near an area where the currents are rough, but no one notices until Larch and Patch are both swept into the waters

They manage to reach some stones, but they struggle to hold on while Petalpaw is trying to help them

Patch tries to reason with Larch, but his brother is certain of what he believes

As a RiverClan patrol arrives, Patchpaw begs for Larch to understand that Mapleshade was in the wrong

He doesn't want him to be punished

Larchpaw glares at Patchpaw

He states, frighteningly calmly, that he's sure of what he has to do And going back to RiverClan isn't one of them

With that, Larchpaw releases the stone and Patchpaw watches in horror as the water sweeps his brother away

Crying out, he tries to go after, but is grabbed up by Spiketail

The moment they're on land, Patchpaw races down the river, calling for Larchpaw

There's no answer

He's about to give up when he noticed a heartwrenching sight of Larchpaw's body, spine cracked from impacting with a snaggled stone that was sticking out of the water

From what the warriors can tell, his death was swift

This is no comfort

Larchpaw gets a burial, but the Clan knows what Larchpaw had tried to do to his younger half siblings and there's not much mourning outside of from Patchpaw

Not even Petalpaw, who needs to stay in the medicine cat den

After the burial, Reedshine approaches Patchpaw

She's so sorry this happened

He doesn't blame her

He just wishes things had been different

She does, too

That night Patchpaw and Petalpaw have a shared dream, seeing Larchpaw glaring at them from warping shadows before vanishing among the trees

notes;

not long after, Patchpaw and Petalpaw become Patchshine and Petalstorm for their brave deeds

Patchshine still has nightmares about that night and he keeps trying to think of ways he could've helped Larchpaw

Neither ever take a mate or have kits, though Petalstorm spends a lot of her time helping queens and is even there to be a wonderful aunt to Shellkit/paw/heart

Petalstorm ends up passing away from illness and Patchshine lives long enough to see the birth of Oakkit and Stormkit before being swept away in the storm they were born in

During his last moments, he swore he could feel Larchpaw's claws clinging to him, making sure he didn't make it to see another day