#twistedfoot

[wolfgirlstuart]

Falls further into Warrior Cats phase (Part 3)

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[redux-iterum]

With names, let’s say… Morelfur is renamed to Brokenfoot or Twistedfoot. Or anything like that. Could she if she ever had kits theoretically call one of them Morelkit, if they fit the appearance? Or would she still be given a stink eye at the sly attempt of naming her kid after herself. Actually would anyone close to her (friends/siblings/etc) be given the stink eye as well?

It's not inherently against the law, but it is considered a poor decision to name your kit a prefix that you yourself had or someone close to you had, even if the prefix isn't in use right now. It was still in use by someone who is alive, so your kit will not get to stand out with their own name. Raggedstar did the same thing with his son (using Alder-) and no one approved. ShadowClan saw it as rather conceited. Most cats would.

[am-i-too-old-for-warriors-yet]

“Don’t interrupt a deputy.”

I don’t know why, but nothing brings me more joy than to hear Bluefur constantly berating poor Fireheart XD Their first interaction had me cackling!

A scene from Book Two, Chapter 3 of @warriors-fireandwater‘s amazing AU!

[smokeclan-oc]

Twistedfoot - black tabby tom

Family: Darkbrindle (mother, dead) Gender / Sexuality: tom / evil Personality: evil, cruel, ambitious, powerful Backstory: Twistedfoot was ambitious even as a kit. Apprenticed at his fourth moon, Twistedfoot was a rough and tumble warrior, often taking sparring too far during practice as an apprentice. Still, his skills didnt lack so when time came he was given his warrior name. Shortly after, the leader allowed him an apprentice, thinking having responsibility will help calm the rough edged warrior. It didnt help, and Spottedpaw became Spottedtail, and her crush on her mentor evolved into a relationship, and soon after she earned her warrior name, she was pregnant with his kits.  Proud of his upcoming heirs, Twistedfoot knew the time was now to make his move. He wanted to be leader for his kits, and train them to be strong warriors just like him. Twistedfoot wanted to take over Smokeclan, making it four clans in the forest rather than five. He killed Halfwhisker, the clans deputy, one late night, and demanded the leader give him the deputy position. He threatened the leader saying “i’ll kill you nine times over if that what it takes to become leader”. Luckily, senior warriors were soon upon Twistedfoot, and the warrior escaped with his life. He was taken in by Smokeclan has a prisoner, and with Thrushclan’s approval, he remains there to live out the rest of his days being cared for by apprentices.  Ideal Partner: none, hes evil pls Position | Clan: Exiled Thrushclan Warrior, Prisoner | Smokeclan

Spottedtail - pale calico shecat

Family: Oakfang (father, deceased), Cinderstep (mother, deceased), Dustfleck (brother, estranged) Gender / Sexuality: Shecat / pansexual  Personality: reserved, untrusted, defensive, secluded, quiet, snappy Backstory: Mentored by a then young Twistedfoot, when Spottedtail became his mate is first when eyes went to Twistedfoot. He had a small gaggle of young warriors at his attention, and his eyes on the deputy position were obvious. Spottedtail saw a strong warrior who would give her strong kits. She of course had a crush on her mentor so it wasnt so surprising that within six moons of being a warrior, she had moved to the nursery. It was only after the birth of her kits, that trouble came. Twistedfoot murdered their deputy in cold blood, and threatened the leader for the deputy position. Twistedfoot’s words still haunt the Thrushclan warriors.  Now a young mother, Spottedtail was fiercely protective of her kits, snapping at anyone who dared to say anything bad about them. When her then three kits became apprentices, and Witheredpaw said he wanted to leave the clan, Spottedtail was heartbroken, snapping at the clan for making her son feel so unwelcomed. When Fallenpaw died during a yellowcough epidemic, Spottedtail became even more reserved. By the time Jaggedhawk received his warrior name, she had stopped talking to most of the clan. They dont trust her, and she blames them. She only speaks with the medicine cat, elders, and young cats, sometimes speaking to queens since she refuses to leave the nursery. Ideal Partner: someone to help her heal from twistedfoot, maybe the warrior who mentored Jaggedhawk? Or Jaggedhawk’s bff? Maybe the deputy who took the position from the person that Twistedfoot killed? Position | Clan: Queen | Thrushclan

Jaggedhawk - fluffy dark tabby tom

Family: Twistedfoot (father), Spottedtail (mother), Witheredpaw (brother, assumed the name Ouselfleck in Brookclan), Fallenpaw (sister, dead) Gender / Sexuality: super sweet, trying to be independent, not defensive of his past Personality: happy go lucky, happy to help, good mentor, popular with the apprentices, a good young warrior Backstory: Youngest of the litter, Jaggedhawk’s mother tried to protect him, but her fierce protection didnt extend to Jaggedhawk’s social reputation. Known as the kit of a killer, Jaggedhawk did his best to become a good warrior. He wanted to help rebuild the clan that his father had done so much to destroy. With his father exiled, and Spottedtail defensive, Jaggedhawk was quick to separate himself from his family. He became friends with the deputys son, Owlflight, and will serve as his deputy when Owlflight becomes leader.  Jaggedhawk was recent tested by being given an apprentice; Springpaw. Springflame is now an energetic young warrior, who is still learning to follow direction, but does have belief and trust in Jaggedhawk. When a senior warrior wants to assign Springflame a task, they will often give it to Jaggedhawk and tell him to take his once apprentice along with him. When Jaggedhawk is kit sitting the young warrior, he is found hunting with Owlflight, or sharing tongues with his mother.  Ideal Partner: elder apprentice friend of springpaw/springflame, littermate of springflame, or someone who was in the nursery when he was, or someone who knew twistedfoot or the deputy he killed, or the kit of the deputy he killed Position | Clan: Warrior | Thrushclan

Ouselfleck - deep brown tom with light tortie marks

Family: Twistedfoot (father), Spottedtail (mother), Fallenpaw (sister, dead), Jaggedhawk (brother) Gender / Sexuality: tom / pansexual Personality: determined, loyal, smart, clever, healthily ambitious, just wants to do good, earn his place in starclan, fears he will be dragged to the forgotten forest thanks to his father, and even though he believes that, he will still be the best warrior he can be Backstory: Born Witheredkit, eldest son of the infamous Twistedfoot, Witheredpaw knew that his place would never be among the Thrushclan cats who judged him for his fathers mistakes. With an overprotective mother who made things worse, Witheredpaw left Thrushclan, and found a home within Brookclan. The leader gave him a new name for his new life, Ouselpaw. Now Ouselfleck, he is happy to be given his second chance. A little off-putting at first due to his dark pelt unlike most Brookclan cats, Ouselfleck is a skilled land hunter. He is a surprisingly good swimmer and fisher too, but there’s no doubt his Thrushclan blood makes him fast on dry land.  Smart and ambitious, Ouselfleck has no intention of trying for a leadership position. He just wants to do good for a clan who wont assume the worst of him. He struggles having his brother still in Thrushclan, along with his mother, but his loyalty lies with Brookclan. Ideal Partner: someone who was first to trust him in brookclan, or med cat, or maybe someone who was personally a victim of his father somehow, or someone who knows nothing about it, brookclan leaders kit would be cute too, or ooh interclan relationship maybe he had someone in thrushclan before he left Position | Clan: Warrior | Brookclan

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[sorrelstream]

more rewrite thoughts bc thats all i do apparently! under a read more

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anyways. i wanna follow like a theme for the chosen journey cats in tnp and originally it was just gonna be two representatives chosen from each clan and i always kinda like. struggled with who should go from thunderclan besides squirrelpaw and then i noticed a pattern: all the other chosen cats are cats related to current or previous clan hierarchy (in this au at least), being:

Tawnyheart and Brambleflower - Kits of the former ShadowClan leader Tigerstar

Stormstripe and Feathertail - Grandkits of the former RiverClan leader Crookedstar, as well as kin to the former ThunderClan leader Bluestar (as graystripe was whitestorms son and whitestorm was bluestars nephew)

Crowpaw - Son of the former WindClan deputy Twistedfoot (Deadfoot)

Nightpaw - Daughter of the current WindClan deputy Mudclaw

and lastly Squirrelpaw - Daughter of the ThunderClan seer Fireheart, and niece (via marriage?) of the ThunderClan leader Sandstar (as Sandstar and Fireheart's sister Plumtooth are mates)

i thought itd be neat if i followed that trend so i think the other thunderclan representative should be Whitepaw, the daughter of Cloudtail and Brightheart, and thus the niece to Fireheart and Plumtooth (and again, niece via. marriage?? idk ill think of a better term for it snnfks ANYWAYS to sandstar). in this au cloudtail is from nutmegs second litter of kits and fire+plums little brother instead of nephew/son (just bc like. plum wouldve been freshly into warriorhood and then IMMEDIATELY pregnant to have cloudkit by the second book and thats uhhh. weird. anyways). i rambled but anyways yeah whitepaw goes on the journey in this au alongside squirrelpaw >:]

[katherineitacy]

One of these feet is not like the another one... #accidentprone #twistedfoot (NOT ankle) #learntowalk #ridiculous #embarrassing #pathetic As if I’m not #disabled enough #🙄 #😳 Total #klutz - #clumsy doesn’t cut it! (at Warwick, Rhode Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpwjrPLg2JK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1d4ut1hypb15f

[paintedpawcat]

revamped an old warriors OC of mine. her name is twistedfoot, later she becomes twistedstar

[oldwarriors-fireandwater]

Chapter Nine

Fireheart awoke early the morning of his final day in WindClan. He rolled in his nest before he sat up and stretched for a long few moments. He yawned loudly before he sat down and leaned back on his haunches. Today’s the day, he thought. Gorsepaw and Eaglepaw are apprentices now, and it’s time for me to go home.

Home… Fireheart smiled to himself. I hope everyone is well.

Fireheart quickly spotted Ferretstar sitting alone under the Tallrock. He lifted himself from the nest and padded towards the Clan leader. Ferretstar noticed his approach and dipped his head. “Good morning, Fireheart.”

“Morning, Ferretstar,” Fireheart replied. “How are you?”

Ferretstar smiled warmly and purred, “Doing well, Fireheart.” He sighed deeply. “WindClan has its strength back. There’s nothing better to see as a leader.” He straightened up. “How are you feeling about going home? I’m sure you’re excited—”

“Ferretstar!” an urgent hiss cut the leader off. Plovertail, the Clan medicine cat, came racing from the camp entrance straight towards Ferretstar. His fur was standing on end, and his eyes were wild with fear.

Ferretstar blinked in surprise. “Great StarClan, Plovertail, whatever is the matter?”

“A sign!” Plovertail breathed. “I saw it… I saw it in the clouds! The sun was rising… and they were stained with blood! This day will bring an unnecessary death!”

The severity of Plovertail’s tone made Fireheart shiver. An unnecessary death? Fireheart swallowed. The last time he had doubted a sign from a medicine cat, Sunwhisker had been killed.

Ferretstar blinked. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Plovertail meowed. He kneaded his paws anxiously, tearing at the grass with his claws. “But the sign was clear!”

Ferretstar looked hesitant. “We can’t be sure it means a death in WindClan,” he meowed. “We carry on. I don’t want to upset the Clan when we have only just regained our hope.”

Plovertail flicked his tail about for a few moments. Eventually, he nodded. “You’re right, you’re right…”

Fireheart twitched his tail, still feeling uneasy. How many signs like that do leaders keep from their Clan? He wondered. I understand why, but… he shuddered. What if it is a WindClan cat that dies? A more worrying thought popped into his head. But what if it isn’t? Could it be someone in RiverClan? His gaze travelled towards Bluefur and Snowtail, who were beginning to rouse themselves. What if it’s one of them?

---

The morning passed without much incident, despite Plovertail’s warning. Fireheart tried to push the sign to the back of his mind. Though it continued to nag at him, the worry slowly faded, giving way to excitement at the thought of returning home.

Finally, the time came for Fireheart, Bluefur, and Snowtail to return home. All of WindClan crowded around the three, thanking them and wishing them well.

Fireheart purred as he said farewell to the cats he had spent his last moon with. He signed a goodbye to Quailpaw with a wave of his tail, nudged Lizardpaw and told him to keep up with his training, and touched noses with Twistedfoot.

Morningflower and Gorsepaw came to him next. Morningflower was looking far healthier than she had been a moon ago. Her eyes were bright as she dipped her head to him. “Thank you, Fireheart,” she purred. “I hope to see you again.”

Fireheart smiled and touched his nose briefly to Morningflower’s forehead. “I’ll look for you at the Gatherings,” he promised.

Little Gorsepaw blinked up at him, bristling with excitement. “I’m going to be just like you when I’m a warrior!” he swore.

Fireheart fluffed out his chest fur, feeling embarrassed and proud. “I’m sure you’ll be great,” he meowed.

The crowd parted to let Ferretstar through. The leader held his head high as he padded towards Fireheart, his eyes warm. “Thank you, Fireheart,” he meowed. He looked bashful for a moment before he leaned closer. “I’m glad I got to know Jake’s son.”

Fireheart moved closer and pressed his muzzle to Ferretstar’s shoulder. “I’m glad that I met you, too.”

Mudclaw grunted loudly. “If you want to get back to your Clans before moon-high, we ought to get going.” The tunneler was to be one of Bluefur and Fireheart’s escorts, along with a moor runner named Owlwhisker. Snowtail was to take another route back home to ShadowClan.

Ferretstar coughed awkwardly and nodded. “Of course,” he meowed. “StarClan light your path, Fireheart.”

“And yours, Ferretstar.” Fireheart blinked warmly at him before he turned and followed Mudclaw to the camp exit.

This is it, Fireheart thought. I’m going home.

---

The patrol travelled along the gorge, heading towards RiverClan territory. It had begun to drizzle since they left, but Fireheart hardly minded the wet.

Fireheart and Bluefur led the way. Even Bluefur seemed more lively than usual. A rare smile tugged at her lips as they walked.

Fireheart glanced at her. “Excited to go home?” he asked.

Bluefur dipped her head. “I’ve missed my kits,” she meowed. “It’ll be good to see them again.”

Fireheart blinked. “How old are they?”

Bluefur chuckled. “Oh, moons older than you. Sometimes, though, I look at them, and I still see the little scraps of fur they were when they were born.”

Fireheart hummed in response and turned his gaze ahead. They had been walking for some time, and he could finally see the human’s bridge down the gorge. His eyes widened. There it is! He thought. We’re almost there. The first thing I’m doing when I get home is eating a big, fat carp!

The cats picked up their pace as they neared the bridge. They stopped just a few paces short of it, and Fireheart turned to say goodbye to his companions. They were at the edge of both ThunderClan and RiverClan territory—a few fox-lengths past the bridge would take them into ThunderClan.

“Thanks for escorting us,” he meowed. He gave Mudclaw a friendly blink. “It was good to work with you.”

Mudclaw flicked an ear. Fireheart thought he saw a flicker of a smile from the grumpy tom, but it was gone so quickly that he wondered if he imagined it. “See you, Fireheart,” he meowed.

“See—” Fireheart stopped and jumped as a screech rang out across the border. He turned to see a RiverClan patrol racing across the bridge.

Fireheart lifted his tail. “It’s me!” he called. “I’m back!”

Leopardfur was heading the patrol, flanked by Frogleap, Shadefang, Whiteclaw, Petalstream, and Dawnwhisker.

Such a large patrol! Fireheart frowned. What’s going on?

Leopardfur took no heed of Fireheart’s presence. Her burning gaze was fixed upon Bluefur. “ThunderClan scum!” she shrieked. “How dare you show your face around here?”

Fireheart jumped aside as the patrol came racing off the bridge. They’re not here to welcome me! They’re going to attack!

They swiftly circled the smaller group. Every cat had their hackles raised and claws unsheathed, and each looked more furious than the next. Only Shadefang and Dawnwhisker acknowledged Fireheart’s presence, but they both only nodded briefly at him before hissing at the other cats.

“Leopardfur, what’s going on?” Fireheart demanded.

Leopardfur threw herself upon Bluefur. “These cats are intruders!” she spat, eyes blazing with fury.

“Get off of me!” Bluefur growled. “I’m traveling with your warrior!”

The RiverClan cats looked uncertain. Whiteclaw lashed his tail. “Leopardfur, what do you want us to do?”

“Attack!” Leopardfur ordered. “Don’t forget what ThunderClan did to us!”

“What are you talking about?” Bluefur demanded. “I’ve been working in WindClan, as all Clans agreed! I have no idea what has been happening in ThunderClan!”

“Silence!” shrieked Leopardfur. “You will be the first to pay for your Clan’s crimes! Fireheart, help us punish the intruders!”

“Leopardfur, please!” Fireheart pleaded. “I was traveling with these cats to the border! They were escorting us home!”

Before Leopardfur could reply, another screech rang out from the other side of the ThunderClan border. A patrol came charging out of the woods. Tigerclaw came leading the patrol, and he let out a mighty roar as he leaped for Leopardfur.

Lightning flashed in the sky. Fireheart narrowed his eyes as the drizzle picked up to a steady downpour. We’re too close to the gorge to be fighting like this! he thought. But it was too late to try and calm either side down. Something had clearly happened while Fireheart had been away, but what? Have they taken Sunningrocks? I don’t understand!

His eyes widened as he recognized Sandwhisker. The lithe ginger molly raked her claws down Petalstream’s side, and the older molly lunged for her. Sandwhisker jumped back and landed right at the edge of the gorge.

“Watch out!” Fireheart yowled.

Sandwhisker’s eyes widened as the ground began to crumble out from beneath her paws. She shrieked desperately, and as she fell, she latched onto the edge with her claws. Her hind legs churned as she tried to pull herself up, but she was only slipping farther over.

There was no time to think. Fireheart darted to her, heart racing. “I’m going to pull you up!” he quickly meowed. “You have to push!”

Sandwhisker stared up at him, eyes wide and round with fear. All traces of her usual bravado were gone, and Fireheart could hardly blame her. He crouched down and sank his teeth into her scruff, then, using all his might, he hauled backwards. Sandwhisker grunted and pushed up with her paws. With great effort, he managed to lift her from the edge and pull her back onto solid ground. The two cats collapsed on the ground and stared at each other, both panting heavily.

Before Fireheart could say anything, he heard a chilling wail and stiffened. He looked over his shoulder in time to see Graystripe leaning over the edge of the gorge, reaching desperately, and the tip of Whiteclaw’s paw disappeared over the edge.

“No!” Graystripe yowled. He quite nearly leaped off the edge after him before Tigerclaw hurried over and shoved him aside.

“There’s nothing you can do now!” Tigerclaw hissed.

Whiteclaw’s final caterwaul could be heard as he plummeted down the gorge. A loud splash marked his demise.

“I didn’t mean to!” Graystripe wailed. The soaked gray warrior crouched against the ground, looking pitiful despite his massive size. He seemed truly distraught as he glanced around at both patrols. “We were fighting, and we kept rolling closer… I didn’t realize how close we were to the edge…” his voice trailed off as Leopardfur fixed him with a burning, hateful glare.

The deputy whirled around to face Tigerclaw. “First your Clanmates murder Sedgestream, and now your warrior kills Whiteclaw!” Her voice was thick with rage and grief. “How much more must your bloodthirsty Clan take from mine?”

“Wh-what?” Fireheart choked out. Sedgestream is dead? He stared at Tigerclaw. ThunderClan killed Sedgestream?

“I didn’t mean to!” Graystripe cried out. “It was an accident, I swear!”

Tigerclaw looked sickeningly calm. “ThunderClan, it’s time to return home,” he meowed. “Come, Bluefur.”

Fireheart expected Leopardfur to order them to attack again, but her shoulders only slumped hopelessly. She had never looked so defeated before.

Sandwhisker stood and padded past Fireheart. She stopped for just a moment, and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Fireheart nodded quickly. He glanced at Bluefur. The old queen looked tired, and she simply shook her head as Fireheart caught her eye. This is bad for both our Clans, he thought.

“Come on,” Leopardfur whispered hoarsely. “We need to go home.”

---

Drenched RiverClan cats huddled around in the rain to mourn Whiteclaw. The mood was even more somber than Sunwhisker’s vigil, for this time, there wasn’t even a body to bury.

Few cats spoke to Fireheart when he returned. The mood in the Clan had already been bad before the news of Whiteclaw’s death. Whatever had happened to Sedgestream had clearly been bad.

Beechflower brushed against Fireheart as his friend moved to sit beside him. “Welcome back,” he murmured.

Fireheart nodded numbly. The excitement of his return home was gone, and now he only felt weary. “Is Sedgestream really dead?”

Beechflower sighed softly. “Yes,” he said. “It was terrible. It happened in a fight at Sunningrocks. We were vastly outnumbered, and we had to retreat… we didn’t realize Sedgestream was missing until we returned to camp. By the time we made it back, ThunderClan… well, they disposed of the body.”

Disposed? Fireheart frowned. “What do you mean?”

Beechflower’s voice took a hard edge. “They threw her body in the river. It took another day for us to find it. It had gotten stuck against a rock downstream, but… Oh, it was just horrible to look at.”

Fireheart dug his claws into the soft soil. He understood Leopardfur’s rage now. That’s… horrific. He hadn’t known Sedgestream well, but she had always been a cheery and friendly cat. And Whiteclaw… Fireheart held no love for the sharp-tongued tom, but he was a Clanmate, and both deaths weighed heavily on him. Neither of them deserved this.

Mallowtail’s wails of grief could be heard from the edge of camp. She buried her face into Dawnwhisker’s shoulder. Her three kits sat around her, ears flat and eyes dull with grief.

“I didn’t think it would come to something like this,” Fireheart murmured. But, suddenly, he recalled Plovertail’s warning—This day will bring an unnecessary death.

Fireheart felt sick. What’s the point of sending a sign if there’s nothing we can do to stop it?

[incorrectwarriorcatquotes]

My first Warrior cat OC was a med cat named Remedyleaf. She was originally a warrior apprentice called Tanglepaw but she was a crap apprentice and sucked at everything she did. She fell when she missed a jump and messed up her paw, earning her the new name Twistedfoot. While recovering in the med cat den she found that she had a natural talent for herbs and Starclan blessed her with a fully new name- Remedyleaf. She is now the Medicine Mom of everyone a very good girl

that’s such a good name and i love the concept

[forestwithnostars]

meet Twistedfoot, formerly known as Stormsong! he's the boy who dragged me back into creating warriors ocs again, working with my cousin (Snaketeeth on toyhouse and WA, Water-breather on dA) to bring him to life through art and design!

"A ratty gray tom who is much leaner than he once was, but still rather bulky. His once fluffy gray fur is much less impressive than it was before, and his striking blue eyes now seem to have lost a bit of their spark. One of his back legs is heavily scarred, and he has an obvious limp, along with a crooked tip of his tail. His previous name comes from his deep, rumbling voice, but it seems to have a slight croak to it now."

You can read more about him, his past, and the story he has in progress on his toyhouse profile linked below!

Art is a custom by my cousin Snaketeeth, who helps run our toyhouse and can be found on both dA and WA as well! She has customs and commissions open, so feel free to dm me if you wish to get in contact with her!

[cazvincent]

| Book Review | Novella | Venetian Lives - Brendan Gisby

| Book Review | Novella | Venetian Lives - Brendan Gisby @twistedfoot

  Come with me to beautiful Venice, the city of culture and love! But wait.. wouldn’t you like to know about the people living in Venice? The ones who belong to the city of over a hundred islands and as many canals? The ones who hurriedly pass the Piazza San Marco, packed with tourists, and disappear? Follow me and enter Brendan Gisby’s Venetian Lives…

| Introduction |

This novella contains four…

[triplestarsunmoon-blog]

More kitties. Thistleleap, Ravenmoon, Twistedfoot and Mouseface.

[smokeclan-oc]

Heavyshade - big boned dark grey/brown tom

Family: Loudstep (father), Marigoldleaf (mother) Gender / Sexuality: tom / bisexual Personality: honest, brave, confident Backstory: Even in the harshest of bare-leafs Heavyshade never lost his shape. A big boned tom, Heavyshade has always been an admired warrior. His big body makes him any enemies worst nightmare. He’s not going to go running easily. Often scary to kits at first, Heavyshade’s indifference grows on the clan. Honest and well mannered, Heavyshade isnt overly popular, but no one would say they hate him. Heavyshade often is put on patrols, his presence often soothing to the rest of the patrol when he’s there. Heavyshade just rarely feels scared or frightened since most cats are smaller than him or his size. He hasnt come across an enemy he hasnt been able to take down.  Ideal Partner: the smol one, the pretty one, or gimme the lithe fighter, or the main good hunter, or maybe a fellow big boi Position | Clan: Warrior | Thrushclan

Shimmerveil - black tabby queen with white undercoat

Family: Wolfwhisper (father, deceased), Brightstream (mother, deceased) Gender / Sexuality: shecat / bisexual - tom leaning  Personality: sweetheart, you just want what’s best for her Backstory: Losing both her parents during her apprentice moons, Shimmerveil had no proud smiling parents at her warrior ceremony. Instead who she had there was her overly proud mentor; Heavyshade. Now as a warrior, Shimmerveil had gotten pregnant seasons ago, but lost her two kits before their third moon to kitten cough. Of course she didn’t blame herself, but threw herself into her warrior work. Distracting herself with hunting and patrolling, she finds herself spending time in the nursery with the kits even though she doesn’t have any.  Shimmerveil would love to have another litter, but worries if she chooses the wrong Tom, Starclan will take her kits again. Her heart feels empty without having kits though, and she’s obviously so good with them. Sometimes one can find her staring longingly at the apprentice den, as kits she slept in the nursery with, become little warriors while hers remain kits hunting in Starclan. Ideal Partner: father of her first litter, or maybe someone who also throws themselves into their work, someone with strong beliefs in starclan Position | Clan: Warrior | Thrushclan

Pricklepelt - very fluffy white tom with pale calico patches

Family: Birchroot (father), Birdscreech (mother), Spottedtail (younger sister) Gender / Sexuality: tom / bisexual Personality: loyal, very pro-thrushclan, distrusting of those with a bad past Backstory: When his predecessor, Halfwhisker, was killed in cold  blood by a fellow warrior Twistedfoot, Pricklepelt was chosen as the next deputy. With big paws to fill, as Halfwhisker had been an ideal leader, Pricklepelt does his best to serve his clan well. An average warrior in his youth, Pricklepelt has always remained loyal to the clan. He was absolutely bewildered when Twistedfoot attacked the clan, and became cautious of those who were friends with Twistedfoot when he was in the clan. He was cautious of his younger sister, and his niece and nephews by extensions. When Witheredpaw left the clan, he thought it was better off that way, let him be another clans problem. Overly cautious of his apprentices relationship with Jaggedhawk, Pricklepelt wants to see Owlflight as the next deputy of the clan, but the dark tabby best friend of his apprentice makes him worry he will have a bad voice in his ear.  Ideal Partner: an equally loyal cat to the clan, like rowanclaw type bitch, or mudclaw, or even gimme like the leaders kit, or leaders apprentice ooh Position | Clan: Deputy | Thrushclan

[strikkodrene]

Short description of all my warrior cats ocs

Nightspark - The main dude. A shitty medicine cat who took a mate and had a kit and was then exposed by his apprentice.

Twistedfoot - WindClan Crookedjaw ripoff. Twisted hind foot.

Mouseheart - Fucking coward. Everybody hates him.

Fishleap - A child in an adult's body.

Willowfur - Beautiful lady who hates children.

Ashclaw - A murderer who hates being underground and the dark. It scares her.

Mapleheart - The last SkyClan warrior.

Heatherpaw - Boy with a girl's name. Everybody makes fun of him.

Jaggedpaw - Cute guy with two fangs sticking out of his mouth.

Crimsonpaw - Takes shit from nobody. Serious military-ass motherfucker.

Silverpaw - Beautiful young lady who's way too mature for her age. 

Echopaw - A boy who thinks his name isn't manly enough. Heatherpaw's only friend.

Darkpaw - Gay immature fuck. Halloween is his favourite holiday.

Tigger - Disney character ripoff. A kittypet who was allowed to train with warriors once. He is never mentioned again.

[justlittlelove]

Torci o pé, porque sou muito campeã! --' #pain #foot #twistedfoot #needadoctor #capea