#thrushpaw

[mossmarsh]

augh i love them. bluestar's prophecy is prob my fav book. prequelsssss

also i took some inspiration from @/ursiday 's style - i really admire them :)

[on-the-morrow]

Moon 2! Short but sweet. I feel as though I'm slowly getting a grasp on how I like to format these updates.

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[moss-wcdesigns]

Thrushpelt - warrior of ThunderClan

starting with the best boy 🥹

[of-smoke-and-stars]

Moon 0 - new beginnings

“I’m leaving,” Smokepelt had announced. “Who will go with me?”

“Thank you,” Smokestar murmurs, dipping his head in deep respect to the young StarClan cat before him. “Thank you for all of your guidance and support. I will not let you down, Teaselflower.”

“Who will be your deputy?” Teaselflower asks, his voice still high with eternal youth.

“I will,” Streakscratch spoke up at once, stepping to Smokepelt’s side without hesitation. He stood tall as he looked over the rest of the Gathering. “Clan boundaries should not separate us nor drive us to war. We will take any cat who wishes to come.”

"He will be a good support system for you, I think,” Teaselflower agrees, nodding once. “It’s been nearly a moon since your defection, hasn’t it? And your Clan has grown so much. Who else is with you now?”

“You young’uns will need someone to keep you in check,” Burnclaw grunted, sitting down heavily on his haunches in front of the two younger toms. “I will join you. If you’ll allow an old coot to be your healer, that is.”

“I don’t think Burnclaw likes me very much,” Teaselflower laughs, unbothered as ever.

“We wish to join you out here,” Rustclaw announced, though something in Smokepelt thought it sounded a bit more like a demand.

“Me too,” Riftpaw added, side-eyeing her mentor and trying to conspicuously copy his wide, authoritative stance.

Teaselflower tips his head curiously, but doesn’t comment.

“I can’t take care of us both like I used to be able to,” Morel grunted, nudging Thrush forward as the tiny she-cat tried to hide under her chest fur. “And she needs trainin’ that I just can’t provide, with my old bones hurtin’ the way they do. We heard you lot are friendly to outsiders—at the very least, I’d like you to give her a chance.”

“Morelstripe seems to be settling in well!” Teaselflower agrees brightly. “And I think you made a good call overseeing Thrushpaw’s training yourself. It will be good for her.”

"I’m sick of the way they treat other cats who committed the terrible sin of being born under the wrong set of trees,” Curlfox explained, his tail kinked angrily over his back. “I’ve tried as hard as I could to fix my Clan myself, and I’m tired of bashing my head against the rocks waiting for them to listen to me. Short of revising the entire damned code, I don’t know what else there is to do. I want to live my life in peace and harmony.”

Teaselflower’s brows twitch upwards. “He’s not one I expected to defect," he admits, "but I think I'm glad he did."

Currentplume had brought a rabbit with him—he set it down in the center of the camp and sat with his tail curled over his paws. “I’d like a change of pace,” he admitted. “And this is not a flight of fancy—I have thought my choice long and hard. Do you have room in your dens for one more?”

“Seems like quite a few lost souls have found their way to you,” Teaselflower hums, bumping Smokestar with his shoulder.

“As I’d hoped they would,” he agrees seriously, though his heart is warm at the size their little mashed-up Clan has grown to in one paltry little moon. “I’d like to be able to show the other Clans that we can thrive together regardless of where we were born. I think a good mix of cats born in all Clans will be the perfect way to do that.”

“I think your idea has promise.” Teaselflower touches his nose to Smokestar’s as he feels wakefulness tugging at his paws like the dawn sun on his dark fur. “Then go with my blessing, Smokestar, and lead SmokeClan well. I will support you with everything I have. Stay the course, and you will find your peace.”

allegiances and cats:

[trailblazer-clangen-comic]

moon 20

Prev: moon 19 || Next: moon 21

[keblestone]

Thrushpelt (TC) Redesign

[mayfeatherwcdesigns]

Thrushpelt

[maplewood126]

Thrushwing!

Meet one of my oldest characters that i have turned into an elder.

Thrushwing is one of the oldest cats in the clans, living through 2 leaders until she died, before the 3rd could die. (the first was on his last life when she was born, she lived through pinestars rein but he kept mysteriously getting ill often and no one was suspicious -_- and the last one dying in the final battle after her death) she was born blind but trained hard to prove herself. Thrushwing, however struggled. She would become a Mediator and history teacher to the kits, also keeping. Track of and recording the clans family tree. She knew how to fight and protect herself, which could always catch enemies off gaurd. She is Jaggedscars mother and Graniteclaw and Silentstrikes' grandmother. Thrushwing is mates with toadtail. She is led to stormclan with the rest of the elders where she would soon catch greencough and join starclan.

[diaswarriorcats]

[byrdclangen]

Chattersky

Thrushfade

Sunbirdbloom

Lorikeettail

[maple-clan-adventures]

May we have a Thrushpaw ref?

Of course <3

Anyone notice anything?👀

[talesoftheclaninthemountains]

Moon 13

Aircricket trotted into camp with glee, having caught a desert hare right at the edge of the Duneclan border. It was on Crystalclan's side, so who cared. The gleeful she-cat took her kill to the nursery, Where Quailglare and Ripplenoise were tending to Doestar's newest kit, Longkit, while Deerscreech was resting. He had fought off a pack of rats trying to steal from the fresh kill pile a few sunrises ago, and was recovering from his injuries. When Aircricket dropped the hare in front of Deerscreech, she gave a smug grin, "Check out this juicy hare I caught," Aircricket purred, "Well go on! Take a bite! How that Thrushpaw is an apprentice, you can finally take a break from Doestar's kits."

"Longkit is here," Deerscreech shook his head, grateful that Ripplenoise was taking over his duties while he recovered. "You're eating with me, right?"

"Of course! You would get a belly ache if you ate that hare by yourself!" Aircricket snickered before sitting beside her brother. As the two ate, Aircricket decided some gossip was in order. "You know, if I were Doestar, I would have chased Egret out of the territory, not invite her into the clan! What was he thinking?!"

"Egret was being followed by her ex-mate," Deerscreech hummed, "If she was scared of him enough to leave her kit here, imagine the danger she would have been in if she hadn't."

"Then she should have joined WITH her kit," Aircricket huffed, "And now she's pretending to be a mother again. If you ask me, she lost that right."

Deerscreech only sighed in reply to Aircricket's anger, but part of him began to wonder if his sister was right. Then he thought about their own mother, Swiftleaf. She gave up he and Aircricket to keep her kits safe from Duneclan, but remained in Duneclan. "Are you upset at Swiftleaf?" Deerscreech asked.

"What?! No!" Aircricket hissed as her fur bristled, "Of course not! Mom was deputy, she had no choice but to stay." Deerscreech frowned, seeing how Aircricket was, once again, defending their mother's actions. "Egret has no place here," Aircricket concluded, "If it were up to me, I would exile her."

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Thrushkit -> Thrushpaw

Egert -> Joined the Clan

Longkit -> A white and brown tabby tom.

[on-the-morrow]

Thank you all SO much for 50+ followers! I cannot believe 50 people are enjoying my silly little cats that I draw in my free time! You guys are amazing, and words cannot express my gratitude :)

[ash-clan]

What happened to that cat in the very first moon?

dont think I can answer this in character so Ill just say it

They died yeah, they wanted to go try to save more cats, but ended up getting killed by the fire

They are also Woods older sibling! Wood has some memory of them, but not much. Their name was Thrushpaw

[of-smoke-and-stars]

Moon 2

"Please," Thrushpaw begs, rounding her eyes. "Please, Smokestar, if I do any more stretches my limbs are going to fall off. I've never been so limber. I'm going to go crazy in here!"

"No means no," Smokestar repeats, even as his heart aches for his apprentice when she visibly wilts. "I'm sorry, but Burnclaw's expertise and orders outweigh mine this time. If our healer says you aren't ready, I'm going to listen to him."

She whips around, and Burnclaw sighs as she turns that wide-eyed plead on him. "Stars above, kit," he grumbles, "I didn't realize it was so damn bad hangin' out in the med-den all day."

"What about something super basic?" she tries, working her paws in the ground. "Like—Like just a walk to the border with the dawn patrol, and I'll come straight back and let you check my wounds! I promise!"

Smokestar hesitates, then glances up at Burnclaw. "It might keep her from going stir-crazy," he ventures.

Burnclaw turns a withering look on him. "Whose side are you on, great leader?" he demands.

Smokestar shrugs awkwardly.

Burnclaw sighs again, rubbing one paw over his face. "Alright, here's my only offer," he finally relents. "You can go on border patrols."

Thrushpaw springs upright, opening her mouth. Burnclaw puts one paw between her ears and flattens her sternly back to the earth.

"At least for this first quarter moon, no going out in the rain, no hunting, no battle training, no running, and you've got to come straight back to let me check your wounds. If you're feeling better in a few days, we'll consider something more. Is that clear?"

"Yes!" Thrushpaw exclaims, beaming up from under his paw. "Thank you, Burnclaw! I promise I'll be careful!"

Thrushpaw has been cleared for very basic training with Smokestar, as long as she returns to the medicine den every evening for Burnclaw to check her wounds and doesn’t overexert herself.

...

It’s unusually hot for this early in newleaf; tempers are already running short and patience is in short supply. Curlfox’s head is held low, grinding his back teeth as he listens to Rustclaw brag about his proficiency at climbing trees yet again. Even worse, Currentplume seems to be encouraging him. (Well, at the very least, isn’t dis-couraging him.)

“That’s one thing we’re taught as apprentices,” Rustclaw says, “is how to hunt in trees. It’s sort of our thing.”

“That’s so fascinating,” Currentplume says cheerfully. “Aren’t you worried about apprentices falling and getting hurt?”

“Well, we start them in small trees, of course.” (Of course, Curlfox thinks sarcastically, rolling his eyes.) “That way, when they inevitably lose their pawholds—you have to learn how to fall, too, just so you know how to do it safely—they don’t fall nearly as far. Bruises heal faster than broken bones, after all.”

Leaves rustle overhead and Curlfox instinctively looks up. A squirrel leaps from one tree to another, a beech nut held in its mouth. It settles down against the trunk and starts turning the nut in its paws, gnawing the hard outer shell off. It doesn’t seem to notice them, if its lazily bouncing tail is any indication.

Rustclaw steps past Curlfox—he’s seen it too. “Watch and see,” he whispers, starting to claw up the neighboring tree.

“Rustclaw, no,” Curlfox hisses, but it’s no use—he either doesn’t hear or pretends to be out of earshot. Curlfox lashes his tail. “Stupid tom.”

Currentplume steps up to his side, giving Curlfox a patient side-eye. “Worst thing he does is scare the squirrel away,” he whispers. “We’ve got plenty of territory to hunt.”

“Worst thing he does is break his neck,” Curlfox mutters, not taking his eyes off the ginger tom for a heartbeat, but he doesn’t do much else.

Rustclaw does make it to a branch just above the squirrel, and creeps slowly out toward the end of it. Just as it starts to bow under his weight, the squirrel pauses, then raises its nose into the air. Curlfox holds his breath.

Rustclaw leaps a second before the squirrel turns toward him. With a shriek, the squirrel drops its nut and lunges for the tree trunk. Sharp claws hook it in the tail, but Rustclaw hasn’t judged his jump properly—he slams into the trunk of the tree, loses his grip, and tumbles out with a yowl.

Curlfox isn’t sure if he or Currentplume echo the screech as Rustclaw falls, unable to snag a pawhold, and lands awkwardly on one shoulder. By the time the other two toms have rushed to his side, he’s already on all fours, shaking leave and twigs from his fur, fluffed up in panic.

There’s a clump of gray fur stuck between his toes, but the squirrel is gone.

Rustclaw tries to show off, but it screws up the coordination of the entire patrol. Wonderful. Great job, Rustclaw.

Rustclaw had a bad fall while taking a walk through the territory, returning to camp sore and bruised.

…

“Do you think herbs grow on trees?” Burnclaw growls, digging through his stores.

Rustclaw hesitates, then opens his mouth to venture that yes, actually, he does think that’s where leaves grow.

“Don’t,” Thrushpaw recommends from nearby, dutifully licking a pungent green slime into the bite on her shoulder. He shuts his mouth.

“Newleaf has only just hit its stride—and Morelstripe already has the seasonal sniffles!” Burnclaw continues angrily. “I don’t have herbs to waste on every little warrior who decides to show off skills he clearly isn’t used to honing.”

Anger and embarrassment well in Rustclaw, hot and sharp, and he draws himself to height and snaps, “I don’t need to be scolded like I’m just some kit!”

Burnclaw tosses a clump of leaves at his paws. “Then don’t act like one,” he retorts, rolling a poppy head under his paw until a single little black seed tumbles out. “Here. Ragwort and juniper, and a poppy seed. Don’t come whining to me that you’re still sore later.”

Rustclaw bares his teeth. “Fine,” he grits out, taking the seed onto his tongue before snatching the leaves up in his teeth. “Thanks for the lecture.”

He whips around and storms out, though Burnclaw does shout, “And next time you get hurt doing something dumb, at least bring back some prey about it!” to his retreating tail. Rustclaw chomps on the bitter leaves in his jaws to keep from shouting back.

Burnclaw is complaining that Rustclaw never does anything helpful.  

...

“What are you doing here?”

Streakscratch raises his head from the bush he’s sniffing to find a cat with a dizzying white and gray coat patten studying him with wide, mismatched eyes.

“Oh—hello.” He stands up straight, kinking his tail over his back, hoping he seems friendly enough. “My name is Streakscratch.”

“That isn’t what I asked, actually.”

Streakscratch’s shoulders twitch at the edge in her voice. “We live nearby,” he says. “My Clan and me. I’m sure you’ve heard of—”

“What I’ve heard,” she interrupts sharply, “is that all the groups live further away than this. You’re a little too close to my den for my liking.”

“Uh.” Streakscratch clears his throat. “I’m sorry, I think we got off on the wrong paw. I don’t think I caught your name.”

“I don’t think I threw it.” She starts to fluff up her fur. “I’ve made my home here this season, and I don’t intend to share it with other cats.”

“Okay. Sure. Uh, would—would you tell me where your home is? Just so we don’t get too—”

With a furious snarl, she lunges at him. Unprepared, Streakscratch tries to rear up, but he only gets a little off-balance before she barrels into him and knocks him backwards. He tumbles a little ways down the slope and yelps as he hits an exposed tree root, then scrambles back to his feet, dizzy and disoriented.

“Alright, alright, message received!” he exclaims as she growls, ears flattened to her head and tail puffed up like a cattail in fluff. “We won’t bother you! Great StarClan above.”

She snorts, tearing up a pawful of grass. “You’d best not,” she growls through bared teeth, “or I won’t be so patient next time.”

…

“Sounds a bit like Twig.”

Streakscratch looks up, wincing as Burnclaw rubs his paws (maybe a touch harshly) over the sore muscles in his shoulders. Thrushpaw, next in line for Burnclaw’s examination, and Smokestar, accompanying Thrushpaw and listening to Streakscratch’s tale, both look up at Morelstripe as the older she-cat speaks.

“You know her?” Smokestar prompts.

“Sorta.” Morelstripe licks one paw thoughtfully. “She got two different eyes, yeah? Only one cat I know that way. She comes and goes as she likes, and really likes makin’ her newleaf den in the caves on the other side of that hill. Nasty personality she’s got. Bit of a brat. She should be out of our fur by greenleaf proper. She don’t stay in one place for too long.”

Streakscratch fought a rogue, but was barely even hurt! He’s a bit scraped up, but a few scrapes are better than clawmarks.

The Clan has encountered Twig.

...

Riftspeckle has fully lost track of Curlfox. Nerves are starting to beat against her ribs—what happened with Thrushpaw is still fresh in her mind, of course—though she tries telling herself that this is different, of course, because Curlfox has been a warrior for a long time, and he’s able to take care of himself…

“…seen you around before.”

Her ears twitch upwards, and she opens her mouth to taste the air. The wind is blowing from behind her—she can’t smell anything, especially not whatever cat that strange mew belongs to.

Dropping to a crouch, Riftspeckle draws herself forward, creeping through the grass toward the border.

“I’ve not lived here long,” Curlfox is saying when Riftspeckle finally gets close enough to see. He’s sitting on their side of the border, speaking to a pretty brown she-cat. “Our group lives thicker in the woods that way.” He indicates with his tail.

“I didn’t think any groups lived out this far,” she says, amber eyes round with interest.

“We do now.” Curlfox dips his head. “I’m sorry, I’ve got work to do.”

“Ah, right! Sorry to keep you.” She dips her head as well and stretches, curling her long tail over her back. “Maybe I’ll see you around! Bye, Curlfox!”

She turns and trots away, toward the edge of the forest where Riftspeckle knows the plains lay beyond. When she’s nearly out of sight, Riftspeckle jolts in surprise as Curlfox says, “Didn’t Rustclaw teach you that it’s not polite to eavesdrop?”

Chastised, Riftspeckle pulls herself out from the grass and shakes her fur out. “I didn’t want to interrupt,” she admits, “in case she turned hostile with two of us here. Who was that?”

“Says her name is Otter. She’s a wanderer who lives nearby, for now.” Curlfox stands and yawns. “Not anyone of concern yet.”

Riftspeckle watches the point where Otter had disappeared. “Does she want to join us?”

“Dunno. Not my place to invite her.” He pads past her, back the way she’d come. “Did you catch anything else?”

She hesitates a moment longer before turning to hurry after Curlfox. “A chipmunk—I buried it right back here.”

Curlfox was seen talking calmly to a loner before both cats went their separate ways.

The Clan has encountered Otter.

…

“I know your training has been unorthodox and sporadic these last two moons,” Smokestar says, beaming down at her, “but even with your injuries, you’ve made leaps and bounds in your training. Thrushpaw, I believe you’ve proven yourself more than capable—from this moment forth, you’ll be known as Thrushhare. We celebrate your affection and charisma, and welcome you as a full member of SmokeClan.”

Thrushhare beams up at him as Morelstripe rubs her chin against her shoulder, purring almost louder than the rest of the Clan cheering her name.

Smokestar calls the Clan to a meeting and declares Thrushpaw to be a warrior. She is now called Thrushhare, and is celebrated for her affection.

...

THRUSHHARE HAS A LITTLE HEART ON HER FLANK ASDFJKLSDF-

[felidthing]

hollyfang and thrushleaf's current timeline is

holly gets sick as a tiny baby and is abandoned by his mother. hes found by another cat who takes him to a twolegplace colony

thrush is another little baby found alone but as a more cognizant little child than 1-moon kit like holly. thrush is definitely totally a boy dont worry about it. thrush is very interested in medicine and tells holly things and they are besties. holly said thrush was pretty like a molly once and thrush never stopped thinking about it but dont worry about it

holly and thrush get increasingly curious about the world outside their colony and eventually decide to leave together. their family and colony support them enthusiastically and miss them dearly

thrush and holly find windclan. they have a standardly not great introduction until meadowmist declares that these are Special Teens sent to windclan and we simply must bring them in and shower them with love and acceptance and also he wants to train the nervous vulnerable looking one as his apprentice

hollypaw is learning lots of cool things like how to wrap limbs with comfrey and what happens after you die and what god wants you to do to preserve your good standing with your warrior ancestors and get into heaven. thrushpaw is learning cool things like how to defend windclans glorious territory from treacherous outsiders and that you should really avoid that sagepaw, she isnt even a real apprentice and she just keeps to herself because she knows she doesnt belong here. hollypaw learns important things like how the other clans would have ignored starclans will and left him and his sibling to die but meadowmist has a special connection to starclan and he could tell from the start that they were special and no one else would have seen it so starclan sent you to meadowmist. and that you should really make sure you pay attention to your mentor and do what he says because even in windclan there are cats that dont see that you and thrushpaw are special and meadowmist is the only one who can keep you safe because hes the healer and they have to listen to him too. thrushpaw learns interesting things like how you really prefer to train and go on patrols with berryclaw and woolstripe and foxpaw more than, say, deermask or lizardpaw or- oh all the cats you feel the most comfortable with are mollies? wow what a weird coincidence. its not like you dislike toms- hollypaw is still your best friend even though hes really busy with important healer stuff- you only really "dislike" cats who are mean to you for not being clanborn. but you dont dislike anyone of course, you wouldnt want to cause any problems with the clan who so generously took you in! you wouldnt want to get in anyones way or make anyone annoyed or upset or be an inconvenience because maybe you want to be pretty like a molly to everyone else too but you dont want to bother the clan with adjusting the way they talk to you and getting used to yet another new thing from the rogues they took in and and and

i got. so carried away with that section and i cant properly line up this them-joining-as-kids timeline with applestrikes timeline. so have this. i love thrushleaf a lot if that wasnt clear