#unless nightheart asks about it first.

[t4twnyclaw]

i think i was harsh on sunbeam she's a really interesting character if you cut out any interaction she has with nightheart- and I mean that sincerely. her relationship with her mother, her friendship and friendship breakdown from lightleap, her constant setting aside her own desires and wants to make the cats around her happy. her seemingly not actually having many friends within shadowclan, her switching clans on a whim

[wc-confessions]

I'm gonna be frank, but I feel that Nightheart is extremely overhated.

I can understand the issues with his character, but I think it's unfair that he gets the treatment the fandom gives him just because he wanted to break free from Firestar's shadow. I am also just as upset about Sparkpelt being reduced to a "bad mom" as we were close to getting character development for her. When the first book of A Starless Clan debuted, I was rather surprised that everyone just reacted so negatively to him. He had every right to change his name to Nightheart. He was, quite literally, pressured to be the new Firestar by not just his family, but the ENTIRE CLAN.

If anything, I imagine Firestar would've loved Nightheart the way he was, as he could care less about living up to the family name and more about his kin being noble warriors that hold a legacy in one form or another. He had Sandstorm for a mate, and he had Squirrelflight and Leafpool, neither of them named after him, and the other kin not being named after him, though we do know Sparkpelt was almost named SparkFIRE, heh heh! Firestar would still see Nightheart as Nightheart. He'd never be angry for not wanting to be the new legendary hero that has been immortalized. He understood Brambleclaw wanting to free himself from Tigerstar's shadow, so he could be glad that Nightheart is doing what he wants to do on his own terms.

I feel this would've been the opportunity to let the Erins make Sparkpelt's story about how she wants to carry on the Firestar legacy, and have one of her kits be the next Firestar. Do you know how cool it would've been to see her perspective, and how she wants to live up to his legacy, when it wasn't what he asked for? Kind of like how it was with Lion King 2 where Simba tried to be Mufasa due to his trauma, but ultimately failed. I know it's a cheap comparison, but they missed the chance for Nightheart to call her out and say that she and her kin will never be the next Firestar, and they shouldn't be forced to be the new Firestar unless they want to. That would've been fit for her to have a wake-up call! Knowing how the books went, that could've made so much sense!

All in all, I just think people need to chill when it comes to Nightheart. It doesn't seem fair that he's treated poorly.

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[everybody-loves-purdy]

Do you think the fandom has a case of sexism towards male cats on certain aspects? For instance when Finleap was pressuring Twigbranch of having kits everyones was hating him. But when Squirrelflight was insisting Bramblestar of having more kits and he refuse everyone was on her side.

Right now a lot of the fandom are complaining on Nightheart about his attitude and him being angry at his mother. But some of his defenders claim if Nightheart was a female (or if Sparkpelt was a male) there wouldn't that much complaining about him.

People don’t compare Finleap wanting kits to Squirrelflight wanting kits because the two situations are really not similar once you dive into the context.

Finleap consistently asks Twigbranch for kits and tries to manipulate her into doing so. When she refuses, he refuses to talk to her, really distressing Twigbranch, until the next point he tries to manipulate her into having them again. He threatens her with leaving the clan if she won’t give him kits, and implies that she doesn’t love him as much as he loves her if she won’t have kits with him.

I flipped through raging storm and I think I the major things regarding this until the point where he does realise what an ass he’s been and apologises

Meanwhile Squirrelflight on the other hand, as far as I am aware brings up her desire to have kits once, and then drops it when she realises that Bramblestar doesn’t want them. The only times kits come up after this incident is when Bramblestar brings them up in order to guilt trip and manipulate Squirrelflight (I’ll include the extracts for Squirrelflight in a reblog because of tumblr’s image limit). I think the most comparable thing you can say for these two situations is where Squirrelflight asks Bramblestar “Don’t you love me anymore?” in response to him saying he doesn’t want kits as much as she does after an argument in which he brought up kits again, not Squirrelflight (see reblog). Squirrelflight shouldn’t have said that - but unlike Finleap this is a one off, it is not a repeated behaviour and at no other point does Squirrelflight say anything similar, unlike Finleap. In my opinion, to say that Squirrelflight “insisted” Bramblestar had more kits is a deep misinterpretation of Squirrelflight’s Hope. Like I say, Squirrelflight drops the subject to Bramblestar unless Bramblestar himself brings it up, after she realises that he doesn’t want kits as much as she does. After their argument at the start of the book she realises his feelings on the matter and respects them. And even during the times Bramblestar brings it up, I can’t remember an instance of her asking for them again, only her trying to defend herself from Bramblestar’s accusations. Finleap on the other hand keeps insisting to Twigbranch they need to have kits and keeps trying to emotionally manipulate her into having them.

And honestly - we don’t know how people would react if Nightheart was female, whether they would act the same or not.

I do acknowledge in some parts of the fandom there can be a misandry problem, but that is by far a minority of people and it is something I have rarely seen in the fandom. But I feel extremely strongly that the situations with Finleap and Squirrelflight are not very comparable. If you find evidence that Squirrelflight brings up the kits thing again without Bramblestar bringing them up first, please let me know and tell me where I can find it - since Squirrelflight’s Hope is very hard to skim though in search of such conversations, unlike Raging Storm, which is a much shorter book with divided POVs. But I did read Squirrelflight’s Hope not too long ago and I did try and keep a mental note of whether Squirrelflight brought up kits by herself after that first mention of them but I can not remember seeing anything.

[nervouslaughter05]

Dancing and Twirling

Hi! Okay so this is of a couple of ocs of mine. I wanted to post something on here just to get it down while I work on rewriting some old and new content. First actual post on here so please be nice!

CW: Fluff! Some kissing but it's not heavy. OC x OC

TW: mentioned drinking (they go to a pub thing), minor language

“Where exactly are you leading me?” Selene murmurs, her hold on his arm tightening unconsciously when a group of loud men pass by. 

He chuckles softly, leaning down to reply in his deep tone, “You’ll see.”

They keep walking, Carsen leading the way through the town swarming with Amalians, half-R’Hirnans, humans alike. She even swore that at some point they passed a couple of fae from the Northeastern Ridge. As the sun began to set behind the mountains in the east, vendors were packing up their shops and the crowds began to dissipate. 

They chattered happily to one another and seemed…content.

Selene feels a flash of jealousy, knowing that in her life contentment was likely something she’d never be able to feel. Not unless the issues her family was facing got resolved. It would take a miracle for the evils plaguing her family to go away. 

“We’re here.”

She’s startled from her thoughts, not quite registering his words. “What?”

“We’re here,” Carsen repeats, expression taking on a slightly worried edge for a moment before it is gone in the next second. “The place I’ve been leading you to.”

Suddenly she remembers why they were even in this town in the first place. The two of them had come upon the town and saw the opportunity to rest, booking themselves into an inn towards the edge of the settlement. Carsen had wanted to go out exploring since he hailed from this region of the world and could locate supplies. Selene had volunteered to come with since she had come to learn that she didn’t know nearly as much about the world as she thought she did. This was her chance to change that. So Carsen had led her through the town, instructing her to hold onto him so they wouldn’t get separated. 

“Is this a tavern?” she asks, stepping inside with him. 

“Yes,” Carsen tells her, a small grin flitting onto his features. “But not the kind you’re used to.”

Selene takes a quick look around, gathering her surroundings and cataloging what was around her like Grayseon had taught her. On the right side was a long bar table, standing in front of a wall lined with various kegs, barrels, and a few bottles of what was likely strong liquor. On the left were numerous round tables, all big enough to seat at least five at each. In middle was a large open floor, presumably for dancing, and in the back was-

“Are those cages?” she whispers, being led to a table near one of the very things she’d just noticed. 

“Yes,” he replies simply, offering no other explanation as he settles down at the table after pulling out her chair for her. “I told you it would be different than what you were used to.”

Selene had been aware that the Amalians and their close cousins the R’Hirnans were wild and different, but she didn’t realize they were this different. Taverns were to be a place where people drank and danced the night away, singing songs about the glories of their ancestry and their various conquests. At least, that was what it was like back home. Obviously, these individuals here didn’t think anything of what was going on around them. 

When Selene thought of fighting as a sport, she always thought of her wayward uncle and his gladiators. Be it voluntary fighting or the forced paying off of debts, he drew in gladiators from all over. She’d even been able to see the legendary fight of NightHeart, a Cursed, fighting with Stella, their resident Starseeker. Watching as the Cursed Amalian faced off with the crazed Starseeker had changed how she saw things, opening up her eyes to a world where Cursed weren’t so bad and maybe the people they thought were good were the actual villains. Especially after having met the famous Cursed, her view was definitely different. 

So maybe she could be a little more open minded here in this tavern. 

“I just wasn’t expecting a fighting ring,” Selene huffs, falling silent when a waitress walks by so her accent wouldn’t be revealed. Continuing in a lower voice, “And I’m not against fighting for the record. I’m just used to seeing fighting in a more formal setting. My uncle owns a gladiator ring in Cean, so seeing fighting for entertainment like this is unfamiliar to me.”

He nods, understanding what she was saying. His gaze drifts to the cage closest to them, taking in the two males grappling with one another. One was an Amalian bearing a strong resemblance to the large wolves prowling the woods around her home and the other was a R’Hirnan whose antlers were nearly fully grown in. The Amalian grabs the antlers of the R’Hirnan, slamming his head onto the floor when they end up wrestling on the canvas stretched on the bottom. 

The fight gets called soon after that, and a waitress comes around to their table just as the R’Hirnan was being dragged out unconscious. “What can I get you two?”

She was half-R’Hirnan, like Carsen, and a slender tail flicked behind her. Selene felt suddenly extremely out of place, surrounded by mostly half-Rhirnans or Amalians and not that many actual humans. She’d known it was common in this region, but part of her hadn’t been able to break out of the mindset of being surrounded by mostly humans as she was back home. Here in the East were the lands of the Amalians, R’Hirnans, and Northeastern Ridge fae. The Wretched clans were spread out, mostly choosing areas away from villages of humans since the majority of them were Amalians or R’Hirnans. 

“Ale,” Carsen replies, his thick accent easily matching the atmosphere. “One for myself and one for the lady.”

The waitress nods, not questioning Selene’s lack of vocalization. “Anything else?”

He meets her gaze, asking, “Soup okay?”

She nods, giving a small smile.

Carsen turns back to the waitress, telling her they wanted two bowls of the tavern’s special for tonight. The half-R’Hirnan takes note of the order, informing them she’ll be back in a few minutes and then walking away as another fight starts up. The Amalian from before now faces off with a half of his kind, quickly using the other's lack of animal-like traits to his advantage. 

“I used to be a fighter,” Carsen says, accepting the mug of ale the waitress brought back, along with their bowls of soup, and taking a sip. “Before I became a guard for the council.”

Over the courses of their journey, he had revealed very little about himself. After their time together in the far Eastern Province, he had begun to reveal more and more. Especially after the night she’d held him when the demons in his head became too hard to bear on his own, they had grown close. NightHeart had more than once warned her to be careful, telling her that with the position of leadership she was in line for relationships were going to be hard. Selene had blushed and insisted she didn’t look at Carsen that way, but that was almost a month ago-before they had left the village NightHeart and Rownan helped to lead. 

“Really?” she asks, genuinely interested in what he was telling her. “Here in the Eastern region?”

He gives a motion with his hand saying it’s complicated, taking another swig of his ale and starting on his soup. “In the Western Province. In the underground.”

Selene sits up a little straighter, starting on her own soup. “The underground? Where the Wretched and Cursed fight?”

Carsen nods, a grin forming on his features again. “You’d be surprised how many half-R’Hirnans are part of those fights. We’re just as ostracized as they are. Half-Amalians aren’t as common since they’re more accepted by their peoples.”

She nods herself, taking small sips of her ale since it was so strong. Not wanting it to go to waste but also not wanting to get drunk before the end of the conversation was a fine line, and she had always been more of a wine or fine liquor kind of girl given her upbringing. Striving to be polite to make up for being the major thorn in Carsen’s side that she knew she had been and still was at times, she continued to sip down the bitter liquid. The soup was good for chasing down the slightly fruity taste and giving her inexperienced tastebuds a chance to recover. 

Chewing the inside of her cheek nervously, Selene asks, “Is it hard? Being half-R’Hirnan?”

The spoonful of soup he was lifting to his mouth is suspended in midair at the question, seeming to catch him off guard. He finishes lifting it the rest of the way, taking the spoonful and going to get another. She swirls her own spoon in the last bits of her soup awkwardly, trying to find something to say. 

‘Nice going,’ her brain chides with an inward scoff. 

Right as she’s about to change the conversation to something else since Carsen is giving the impression he won’t answer, a single word is uttered. “Yes.”

The vulnerability in his voice breaks her, taking her back to that night she’d held him when he’d been so angry and hurt over a conflict they’d been thrown into. He had seemed so small in her arms then, curling in on himself. Seeing such a strong man break down hurt her almost as much as he was hurting, her heart starting to splinter even now watching how his mind was going into another dark place. 

He releases a shaky breath, downing the rest of his ale in a single gulp and wiping his thumb over his lips to catch the moisture there. She fights the urge to stare longer at his mouth and instead listens to his words. “It’s awful some days. Especially being in the Western Province. I know since your parents are in the council they are more open-minded than anything, but a lot of others are not. Many people see half-R’Hirnans as nothing more than a misfortune.”

She silently agrees with him, feeling a spike of disgust that for a time even she had thought that way about him-about half-R’Hirnans in general. 

He gives a small chuckle lacking mirth. “Hell, even the R’Hirnans don’t want us. All their ‘dirtied blood’ stuff y’know.”

“They’re wrong,” she states firmly, hating how that stupid cocky grin on his face that she rarely got to see had dissapeared so quickly. “Half-R’Hirnan or not, you’re still their kin. The fact they choose to abandon you after bringing you into this world is something I’ll never understand. And it’s their loss too.”

Carsen raises an eyebrow, polishing off his bowl of soup. “How so? ‘Cause they lost soldiers?”

She shakes her head, bravely replying, “Because, if you’re anything to go by, half-R’Hirnans are some of the kindest individuals I’ve ever met.”  

His mouth falls open, eyes widening slightly. He works around what she said, trying to formulate a response. His mouth opens and closes again with a frown alighting his face several times, giving her a brief flash of the pronounced canines sitting in his mouth. 

Finally he breathes, “You think I’m kind?”

Selene giggles, finding it funny how a man of his stature and mannerisms could be brought to a state of utter dumbfoundment at being called kind of all things. She’d never seen him even balk at their foes before and yet receiving a compliment is what does him in? 

Oh, this was too good. 

“Yes,” she tells him, smiling. “Most people would have thrown me into the first deep lake they came across if they were traveling with me like you have been.”

He barks a laugh, the sound easily blending in with the loud and happy atmosphere surrounding them. “I’ve come close,” he admits, mirth slipping back into his tone. “But then who would I get to banter with about the proper way to tie up hair?”

She lets her head fall back in laughter, uncaring of how she sounded. All around her, women were laughing raucously and she decided to do the same for once. It felt nice to be able to let loose, and Carsen seemed to think the same. When she looked back at him, the smirk she had come to crave was back and his eyes glowed with mirth. Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes meeting his. 

The music being played in the tavern changes suddenly, switching to an upbeat tune like the ones that Mack, Rownan’s youngest brother, showed her how to dance in the Eastern Lands way. 

“Care to dance?” Carsen asks her, a mischievous glint coming into his eyes. 

A blush creeps up her neck, blooming over her cheeks. “Of course,” she replies, trying to keep her tone easy and willing away the color seeping into her skin. “I must warn you I’m hard to keep up with.”

Carsen’s grin broadens, turning into a full-on smile. “I’m countin’ on it, Sel.”

Her stomach flutters at the nickname as she throws back a large gulp of the ale so his money won’t go to waste. Instead of sitting bitterly on her tongue, the ale suddenly seems much sweeter and sends a nice buzz in her body. 

Ah-that must be the effect of the alcohol setting in. 

“Done with that?” he asks her, rising to his feet and pulling her up with him. 

She can only nod, watching as he grasps the mug and drinks down the rest of the ale. His adam’s apple bobs and she has to tear her gaze away before her lightweight alcohol-addled brain makes her say or do something dumb. The mug thumps down against the table again and she’s suddenly being tugged to the floor away from the tables after he places down the right amount of coins. All around them, pairs are doing the same and the pressure to remember how to dance to this kind of song properly springs to the forefront of her mind. 

She lets herself get caught up in the music, trying to dance with Carsen as much as she can even though the song is one dictating the constant switching of partners. One minute she’s being twirled by an female Amalian with a friendly gleam in her mismatched eyes and the next a half-R’Hirnan is pulling her close in a dip. The strumming of the cocknes, stringed instruments, and the beating of the drums paired with the chorus of the singers guides their movements. Before long, she’s laughing again, reveling in the fun of engaging in a crowd like this. Selene realizes after a moment that most of the goers of the tavern are singing along to music; she tries to do the same, learning the lyrics as she goes. 

The song ends with a sharp “hey!” from everyone in the crowd, including herself, and the musicians take a moment to let the song fade out before starting up another one. This one is another song requiring multiple partners, and she’s soon swept up to twirl around with a tall Amalian. She notices almost immediately that he’s shirtless, but considering how most of the men had been this way fighting in the ring, this doesn’t surprise her. Watching Rownan, NightHeart’s mate, train with the other males had shown her that Amalians-at least the males-would take any chance they could to remove their tops. 

“From these parts?” he asks, spinning her around and drawing her back in. 

Selene shakes her head and tries to do her best Northeastern accent. “Yes. Just visiting.”

Before he could ask her anything further, Carsen is pulling her back into his hold to dance with him. 

This goes on for several minutes, the upbeat music beating in the background as she quickly gets the hang of the different steps and begins to let loose more. 

Soon, the music slows and the crowd disperses to pair off for a slower dance. The smile plastered on her face from this whole time dancing doesn’t go away as she catches her breath. Carsen chuckles, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest. 

“Want to rest for a bit?” he asks, swaying her at arm’s length in case she wanted to go. 

“I want to keep dancing,” she replies, stepping closer to him. “Please.”

Carsen holds her hand in his own gently with their palms vertical, the other settling on her waist. “Whatever you say.”

Her smile widens, grateful for him actually listening. Being here with him was giving her the chance to experience things she hadn’t before, and she couldn’t thank him enough for it. The two of them sway to the music, still letting the song guide their movements. She listens to her “Rhythm” as NightHeart had called it and she fights against thinking of how her and Carsen are dancing together so easily if they are both giving into their inner Rhythms separately. 

“Thank you for letting me come with you,” Selene murmurs, resting her forehead against his collarbone. “Things are so different out here. It makes home seem so…boring.”

He chuckles, bowing his head to reply, “I should be thanking you, Selene.”

She tips her head back, meeting his gaze confused. “Me?”

Carson nods, still swaying her to the music. “I would’ve done what I do every time I come into a town in the Eastern Lands: fight.”

“I thought you said you fought in the underground?” she questions, quirking up an eyebrow.

“I did say that,” he replies, voice low. “But I didn’t say I didn’t fight here either.”

With a roll of her eyes, she tucks herself back into his hold, forehead pressing against the fabric of his shirt. “Smartie,” she mutters, feeling his chuckle vibrating his chest. 

“Easy, woman,” he teases, and she can practically hear the smirk in his voice. 

They fall silent, basking in the soft crooning of the instruments and singers setting the tone for their dance. Her eyes drift shift as her breathing evens out despite the pounding of her heart at being so close to a man. His hand was warm against her lower back, the heat seeping through the fabric of the dress she’d donned to blend in more with the town. 

“Selene.”

She hums, basking in his warmth. 

The hand holding hers places it on the shoulder she wasn’t already holding. “Selene.”

She looks up at him this time, meeting his yellow eyes. He looks at her intently, an emotion she’s never seen him wear before flashing in his irises. Her mind flips back to when she was watching Rose, one of NightHeart’s Cursed, interacting with Kel and had seen the look of affection on her spotted features. Her heart rate picks up as they come to a stop, the sounds of the other pairs dancing slowly around them fading away. 

Selene swallows, feeling what could be compared to a swarm of butterflies flapping erratically in her belly. “Carson.”

His free hand not resting on her lower back drifts to her cheek, gently cupping it. “Selene,” he repeats, this time murmuring her name as if in a prayer. 

She fights against the shiver wanting to wrack her form and the intense desire to lean into his hand. 

Stars above, what was wrong with her? Why was she all fluttery inside? How in the name of all things above and below could she be reacting to his touch this way?

And why did she not want it to stop?

“Your eyes are pretty,” she blurts out, feeling a fierce blush creeping up from her neck to her cheeks again.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, those same eyes roaming over her face and likely taking in the red creeping into her complexion. 

Selene continues, suddenly both caring and not at the same time, ��Mhm. Reminds me of the jewels at home.”

“You remind me of home” was the unspoken words in her statement, and he seems to catch on. 

Pulling her closer so their bodies are flush, he replies in a soft voice, “Good to know.”

“Carson,” she breathes, hands sliding down to rest on his chest. 

Now he hums, mimicking her earlier. 

“Carson,” she repeats, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. 

His gaze bores into her own as he states simply, “I want to kiss you.”

Her breath hitches in her throat and her heart rate picks up again, racing in her chest. Was it the ale he downed like water earlier? Did he genuinely feel attracted to her in that manner?

“Selene,” he murmurs, tucking a stray cluster of hairs behind her ear. “I won’t if you don’t want it.”

‘Do something,’ she thinks, trying to press even closer. 

Likely reading her silence as not wanting it, Carson politely disentangles himself from her arms and herself from his. Instantly, she feels cold without his body pressing against hers and she craves his touch. His expression is already changing to being closed off, and she hates it. She hates not being able to see his carefree smile anymore. 

“Things’ll be winding down from here,” he informs her, glancing around them at the slowly dispersing crowd. “It’d be best if we headed back to the inn.”

She shakes herself from her thoughts. “R-Right.”

He leads her out with her arm loosely looped around his own. They step into the cool night air, and she’s glad for the thick coat Marie had gifted her for their journey to the stronghold in the Night Howler towards the south. Even he needed a thicker coat, showing just how cold it was if the living heater needed a way to stay warm. 

They keep walking, heading back the way they came. 

Why didn’t she say anything before? Selene definitely had wanted to kiss him, so why had she hesitated so much? It’s not like she had to fear rejection-he had been the one to offer the kiss for star’s sake. Ever since she comforted him in the way he had comforted her several times over the course of this trip she hadn’t been able to focus on anyone else. The males back in NightHeart’s village hadn’t caught her eye, even though they walked around in as little clothing as possible most of the time. 

Carsen was all she wanted…so why did she hesitate?

Why was she still hesitating?

She comes to an abrupt stop, taking note they were only about halfway to the inn. They stood in one of the narrow roads between the burrows built with small, numerous stones. Above them the stars were exceptionally bright, brighter than in the Western Province, and twinkled along with the strings of lights suspended between poles hammered into the ground to light the way. Tall ferns at least a foot above her head framed the poles, further outlining the path. 

He stumbles, caught on the arm she had wrapped around his own. “Selene?” 

Her eyes meet his straight on as he turns to her confused. She takes a deep breath, composing herself while Carson looks at her confused. Her eyes close as she gathers up the courage to say what she should’ve said back at the tavern. 

“Please,” Selene murmurs, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze again. “I want it.”

“Huh?” he asks, taking a step closer to her when she tugs him. 

“What you offered earlier,” she insists, stepping into his space. “I want it. I’m okay with it.”

He still seems confused, but she can see the cogs turning in his head. “Selene,” he starts, obviously trying to figure out how to tell her what he wants to. “Forgive me, but I don’t seem to be following what you’re saying here.”

She tips her head up to look at him. “Kiss me.”

“Really?” Carson breathes, leaning down as a look of surprise crosses his features.

A soft giggle slips from her lips as he easily folds her back into his embrace. “Yes, you dolt.”

“Selene,” he whispers, cupping her cheek in one big hand while the other falls to her lower back. “Hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“If I’m going to be the death of you,” she says, hands snaking up to his broad shoulders. “Then you might as well give me my first kiss before you go.”

She’s not sure who leaned down first, but all she knows in the next moment is the feel of his lips on her own. The hand on her cheek slips to the back of her head, fingers running through her raven curls. His grip tightens, drawing her face even closer to his as her hands clutch at shoulders. 

“Selene,” he whispers reverently against her lips, mouth trailing from her cheek down to her throat. “Selene. Selene.”

She arches into him, warmth flooding her at the sound of her voice on his tongue. Being here, in his arms with his lips pressing against hers was the best kind of heaven she could ever go to. With him she was free to be herself, not having to worry about appearances or the proper way to behave. 

This moment – this kiss – was all she needed

“Carson,” she murmurs, smiling when he pulls back to press his forehead to her own. 

“Selene,” he parrots, voice low as hers had been. 

No matter what demons the two of them were going to face. No matter what lay for them at the stronghold. No matter what was going on in the Western Province.

She was going to be okay. 

He was going to be okay. 

They were going to be okay.

After all, who could win in a battle with two people who had just danced and twirled their way into each other’s hearts?

A/N:I need to experience something like this

I’m so desperate for it 

Also! If you want more info on this world or more content, please lmk! Dms are open :)

[smokeclan-oc]

Looking for 1x1 warriors rp - discord

Looking for a Warrior Cats Rp

Looking for a Warrior Cats Rp 1x1, no groups.

Must: 1x1, 18+, literate, 3+ paragraph replies, lgbt friendly.

Hello! I am 25, enby, and have been a fan of warriors since middle school. I used to write roleplays in a notebook and pass it between classes.

Important to Note: I’ve read up through the Power of Three, but remember very little. Currently rereading the whole series, on the first book of The New Prophecy

Info on what I am looking for / have prepared under the read more:

I have the territory and clans if we need, or if you want someone writing in your world I’m your guy. I have cats names, and am wiling to work with whatever you want. (see blog links for photos / clan info )

I am literate, and have been writing indie rp since the days of MySpace. I typically write queer OCs, anime, romance, and smut. Looking for someone mature to write with.

I am looking for a warrior cats rp partner to write with. Must be 18+, although no there won’t be any sexual content (unless maybe you want to). I am hoping to write a queer couple, something that is taboo, cuz the drama is good. I will write any position, clan, alignment. You tell me what you want, and I’ll write it.

If you’re like me, and you wanna write in my world, I gotchu. (the below are in my oc clans, but can easily be adapted. smokeclan = shadowclan. thrushclan = thunderclan. whisperclan = windclan. brookclan = riverclan. unmentioned is frostclan = skyclan i guess?)

Looking for a partner for Blacknight, rogue prince who was taken from the rogues as a kit by his mother to spare him the fate of his father. They are all sick when they come to Smokeclan, and Blacknight was the only survivor. He fought hard to become a warrior, and during his apprenticeship he killed a badger for killing his mentor, earning him his warrior name as a nod to his mentor, Nightheart.

Also looking for a partner for Loudsong, cheeky fun silver tabby with long fur. Got his warrior name for howling before he attacks. Young warrior deputy, to a greying and crazy leader, Stonestar.

Also would love a partner for Applewhisker, daughter of the deputy just trying to earn her keep as her sister becomes a medicine cat.

I also have Fogbreeze, a cat born to another clan, though his story is different. Abandoned by twolegs as a kit, his mother died giving birth and the twolegs didnt want to deal with him. Tossing him and his sister Morningkit in a box and on the side of the thunderpath. Riverleap, a Smokeclan warrior found the kits, and brought them back to camp. When Fogbreeze became an apprentice he knew that Smokeclans thick dense forest was no place for him. He longed for the water. With the approval of Brookclan, he left Smokeclan and became a Brookclan cat. Now he gets to hunt in the streams, and swim in the waters. Except he's got a very pesky crush on a clanmate, who everyone has their eye on as the next deputy.

Maplepaw, to be Mapleflight, is a little old to still be an apprentice in Thrushclan. He’s nearing his 18th moon, and still hasnt gotten his warrior name. Thats not an accident. You see, hes been receiving dreams from Starclan since his first night in the apprentice den, telling him of his future as a medicine cat. The problem? He’s head over tail in love with the medicine cat. You’d play the medicine cat, who maybe has gotten a sign from Starclan that Maplepaw is to be your apprentice, but feelings have stirred thinking about spending so much time with him, and now you wonder if its right. Medicine cats cant have mates, right? But what if its other medicine cats? Well, either Maplepaw needs to admit his interest either in the romance, or the med cat position before their leader realizes he needs his warrior name, and makes him promise to fight for the clan, even at the cost of his life. Maplepaw doenst think he can answer that question honestly if asked.

Sparrowsong is the daughter of the leader of Whisperclan, Oakstar, her littermate shaping up to be a fine warrior. Too bad the young medicine cat will find herself pregnant with her secret mate's kits (a fellow clanmate but a warrior), and now has to face losing her place as a medicine cat. Gimme a warrior/deputy to be her mate, and he can teach her all the things about being a warrior, itll be so cute.

Lastly, flirtatious young Littlestorm, grandson of Blacknight (now Blackstar), is a medicine cat under Aspenleaf (Applewhiskers sister). He loves being a medicine cat, but he cant help but find interest in a young tom warrior. Gimme some cute flirting, "oh wont you help little ol' littlestorm fetch some cobwebs?" type shit. Like both obviously into each other and doing a piss poor job at hiding it.

recent want: basically, Shoto Todoroki / Hanta Sero. Firefrost is the son of Flamestrike, a very demanding just Whisperclan deputy. Except he’s finally died on a tragic fall from a tree, and now young Firefrost doesnt have his fathers intense pressure forcing him to perform. Now he can admit that hes been head over tail in love with a rogue who wishes to be a warrior. (Sero’s warrior name I’m thinking Webwhisker, Stickyfoot, idk)

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Gonna sound mean but srsly, just bc some of you don't see the misogyny in this series or Nightheart’s thing itself doesn’t mean it isn't there. He's a shining example of the bad gender double standards in WC, where shecats are often pushed aside in story settings in favour of toms、 rarely getting the plots/story beats or whatever male characters do、or how shecats are villainised for things toms never are.

I firmly believe that if Finchpaw was the one going through all this、she'd be portrayed as unreasonable and immature in a way Nightheart never was. Ofc this is an assumption、but a pretty reasonable one when you look back on stuff like the whole Frecklewish controversy or just any other example of a shecat being punished for things a tom never would be in the same situation.

Reminder that Squirrelflight & Leafpool of all cats were almost sent to where the DF while Ashfur was chilling in StarClan. Or that Brightflower was originally said to be sent to the DF for experiencing anger over her kits dying out of all things、so shecats are sentenced to he11 for having emotions but toms get into heaven even after attempted murder、treason、attempted usurpation、& all that.

I think I'm justified in saying Nightheart is not experiencing nearly as much shade that if he were a shecat or if a female character was in his place.

I could go on bc there's really no room to doubt or argue about WC being misogynist. Seeing ppl excuse this feels kinda rude at this point. There's proof staring ppl in the face and they still feel the need to deny it、like the same kind of subtle sexism isn't a rl thing ppl experience or something that can cause negative affects on the fandom if we all decide to ignore or make excuses for it.

Sometimes I wonder if the reason why ppl keep defending it is bc those calling it out are often women themselves :/ I like to hope not.

I completely agree that the series is misogynistic at times, just earlier during the day you sent this ask I was discussing how I agreed with Sunnyfall’s video. Bristlefrost is a shining example of how misogyny is still impacting the series. And I do think you are right about the way Finchpaw would be treated if she was the one to have this character arc instead.

Although, currently, I do personally think that Nightheart’s story itself as it currently is in canon isn’t misogynistic. That could certainly change as the arc goes on. I know people take issue with Sparkpelt not being the one to have this arc in AVoS, but the truth very likely is that the Erins didn’t think of this specific character arc all those years ago, and so didn’t withhold it from Sparkpelt on purpose just to give it to her son later on. And given the Erins’ own explanation of why Nightheart is specifically affected (him being named Flame-) I can understand why they chose him over his sister. Could Nightheart have been female and it not changed anything (so far)? Absolutely, but the other two protagonists of this arc are female, and personally I think having Nightheart be the first male warrior descendant of Firestar’s “legitimate” bloodline (as in he and his direct line weren’t born as the result of a scandal) is a good aspect in even if it isn’t addressed in text (since he would be the first male warrior of this lineage since Firestar himself).

That’s just my take on it anyway, and it could definitely change as the arc goes on. But honestly for now I feel that overall once the six books are over, Nightheart might end up having the least going on unless something new is introduced. Currently ShadowClan has 3 very interesting build ups going on for female characters and Frostpaw has really interesting things going on in her life. I could end up wrong on this, one of these characters could end up wasted like Bristlefrost was, or done injustice like Frecklewish was since those happened so recently. But for now I’m going to try and remain optimistic that the Erins might learn from their mistakes and do better from now on, even if I am aware that optimism may be misplaced.