#warriors novella

[harriertail]

warrior cats conspiracy is that the cat on the cover of The Forgotten Warrior is actually Lionblaze, not Leafpool, and the art was just re-used for Leafpool's Wish like how stormfur is used for mistystar's omen

[clanborn]

Don’t you know it’s bad luck

To be superstitious?

[transmoonpaw]

Full Leafpool design!

[wormstar]

like i know its a dead horse but its truly just atrocious how wc background characters work compared to other franchises with a similar character count and even earlier entries in the series. like i think about how po3 genuinely had a compelling secondary cast and i get mad about the future of wc forever. like fuuuck man i dont know who shellfur is i dont care.

[paws-revenge]

Sketch anthro!au in the Middle Ages where the trio personify three knights: Rusty - Richard the Lionheart, Gray - Edward the Black Prince, Raven - Wallace William

[alldthoughtsinmyhead]

There was a charge in the air. Sounds of celebration traveled far across the land. Wine flowed freely as exotic dancers from distant lands moved and swayed to the music of the drums and lutes.

Aaron found himself getting caught up in the merry. How could he not? Joy was infectious. As regards the marriage itself, it didn't matter to him one way or the other. He would make sure she was comfortable, lacking nothing. She would run his household as well as engage in any other matters that gave her pleasure as long as she was discreet and wise.

Possessiveness was an alien word to him; loyalty, faithfulness, and trust; were the words he recognized and lived by. As beautiful and alluring as Nia was, he never held her back or prevented her from leaving. He had taken her with her consent, thereafter staying with him was solely her choice.

He lifted his goblet to his lips when a sudden hush descended. Over the rim of his wine cup, he saw the reason. A lone maid dressed in a simple white dress that dropped to cover her ankles walked purposefully towards him. A white lace veil was draped over her face and stretched behind her to form a train. She stopped before him and knelt with her head bowed holding out a bunch of red grapes in front of her.

A grayed-out man, slightly bent over with age, walked to the middle of the room. "The time has come for our King to take his bride. Tomorrow, we shall meet our queen."

Aaron stared hard at the petite creature in front of him. He couldn't shake a sense of familiarity. Whatever part of her wasn't covered by her dress was covered by the veil, nothing betrayed what lay underneath. The only thing he could tell was that she was small. He rubbed his forehead, so much for hoping for a "tall dainty beauty", the old geezers! He glared at each member of his cabinet, catching a smirk or two.

Steady hands still held out the bunch of grapes in front of him. Aaron knew he could get up and leave without accepting those grapes. That would express his displeasure and unwillingness. His gesture would end the celebrations and they would have to do it all over again. He sighed and rubbed his forehead again, he could feel himself aging over the mere thought.

He took the grape from her and popped a couple into his mouth as a loud cheer went up amongst the guests. Squatting in front of her, he placed both hands on her shoulders and lifted her. A series of very familiar scents assaulted his senses, a flash of honey-colored skin, wild brown curls, and sunshine crossed his mind. His hands tightened reflexively on her arms and she gasped.

Aaron immediately released her and stepped back. "I'm sorry, my mind is in a bit of a mess lately. Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head quickly. Aaron narrowed his eyes at her. He touched the end of her lace veil and threw it back with a lightning-quick movement.

Milele stared back at him with wide round eyes.

*******

The moment she saw him sat on his throne, her stomach did a flip. Different emotions went through her during the time it took her to walk from the door to his chair. On the one hand, she was glad he was neither old nor terrible-looking. On the other hand, she couldn't help but remember how they had met earlier in the day. What would he think of her?

While she offered him her grapes, she counted every second it took him to accept them. She wondered if he knew, if he would reject her or worse publicly disgrace her and then reject her. Her sigh of relief when he took the grapes almost drowned out the applause that followed. His hands were warm and tender on her shoulders...then they weren't. Her heart jumped to her throat and she gasped.

She forgot her etiquette training and shook her head a little too hard in answer to his question. Her eyes were still wide with fright when her veil was snatched away.

Aaron arched a brow at his little water sprite. His? He frowned at the possessive term. The gray man from earlier was standing up to probably deliver another speech, but Aaron had grabbed Milele's hand tugging her towards his bedroom, deliberately ignoring the ensuing round of applause, laughter, and slamming of cups and jugs in approval.

***

"What is your name?" Aaron quizzed. He lounged casually on a single chair facing his bed, where Milele sat.

"My name is Milele of the Meadows." She replied calmly.

Something about her voice was off. It sounded... fake. Aaron leaned back further into the chair, trying to make himself smaller, less intimidating, to let her know she was safe with him.

"The meadows. . . That explains your toned body."

Milele's eyes flashed, "are you saying I'm muscular?!"

That startled Aaron and he subconsciously sat up slightly before he caught himself. She didn't cower though which made him raise his left brow again. Now that is her real voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. I don't mean muscular, I mean fit. You look strong for a girl of your. . . stature."

Her glare did not soften. He cleared his throat, deciding to change the conversation before she started shooting daggers from her eyes.

"Have you been with a man before?" He softly inquired.

Milele’s chin rose slightly in defiance earning her yet another lift of his left eyebrow. “I’m not a novice”, she pouted.

“I know that, I’ve seen you,” He said with a knowing look. She flustered, averted her gaze and he felt more satisfaction from that than was necessary. He continued in a smug tone, “Being with a man is a lot different from playing with those tiny fingers.”

Her mouth fell open as she turned wide eyes on him. Aaron’s full lips lifted on the right side at her reaction- he really was enjoying this a bit too much. Milele saw his smirk and her mouth snapped shut. She narrowed her eyes and fisted her hands on her hips. She looked like she was about to chastise a child; Aaron couldn’t tear his eyes from her.

“My fingers aren’t tiny and I know what a “man” is!” She settled down on the pillows obviously pleased with herself for setting him straight.

Aaron stared at her for a beat, stunned. Then he threw his head back and laughed. It was a deep rich sound that came from his belly, it wasn’t mocking or patronizing, he was genuinely amused.

Milele felt the vibrations from the soles of her feet to her hair tips. The sound washed over her and she found herself being pulled by some invisible energy. Two sharp points dotted the bodice of her silk dress. She squeezed her thighs together to soothe the throbbing that was gently growing at her juncture. Her lips felt parched and she darted out her tongue to wet it.

Aaron was wiping the tears from his eyes, still laughing, when he caught that movement. The laughter died on his lips as he watched her red tongue swipe over her painted lips before disappearing back into her mouth. He felt his lust surge like a living thing inside him; he drew in a sharp breath and pulled himself back.

Milele felt it the moment the connection ended. The warm blanket of air that had enveloped her suddenly turned chilly so she hugged herself leaning further into the comfort of the mattress.

Aaron stood up fluidly and started blowing out the candles one after the other. When he got to the one that illuminated the bedside he spoke to her in a raspy whisper. “Go to sleep. I’ll be out for most of the night. Sleep well. We’ll speak more in the morning”. He blew out the candle and plunged the room into pitch darkness. He took off his robe and pants as he strode to the window. His excellent night vision allowed him to see his beautiful bride clearly. Her eyes were wide open trying to find him in the darkness. He grinned and lunged out the window his body twisting and contorting quickly as he landed in his feline form.

The lone Jaguar stalked off into the night, eager to hunt to satisfy the animalistic hunger growing inside him.

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[fairypaw]

YEAHH TREE TIME EVRERYNYANN

me babbling abt tree under the ✂️

in my humble and objectively correct opinion tree is THE most interesting cat especially with his impact in the books both narratively and the impacts he has for the worldbuilding. Tree is a care free almost lazy, and weird but he makes up for it by being charismatic, highly intelligent, and hes??? so funny?? he met four cats and he makes up a DIFFERENT fake backstory everytime, he's a chronic nonsensical nonchalant nonbinary i love him.

He was born in a unique origin so to say, although putting aside the criticism around The Sisters, Tree or back then Earth, gives us an outsider pov for once and its genuinely so refreshing! i loved Tree's roots and seeing what hardships he went through to be moulded as the clever, witty yet untrustful cat he's become

He overcomes trauma from his origin and his fleeting attachment issues stems from a constant back and forth lesson and events that led him to be disclosed yet painfully longs for a place to set foot.

From the very start, all he ever wanted was just to have something, somewhere, someone to rely on. but from the death of his best friend, to the Sisters "banishment", to his dad's death and every other harsh lesson the world gives that he was better off alone. He slowly comes to unlearn it, by squirrelflight's hope, a quote from him really speaks about how far he's come and how he finally finds grounding and a home, a *family* in the clans

“Her kits deserve to have a

mother, even if only for a short while.”

“They’ll have the Sisters.”

“I guess.” “But Rootkit and Needlekit will have a father and a mother

for as long as they need them, and if they’re in trouble, they’ll always have a Clan to turn to.” PUNCHES A WALL. I LOVE YOU TREE TIMES A GAZILLION !!

Tree knows the bitter lifestyle he had to endure in his childhood, he was so young when everyone around him expected the world, to be larger than life. he would never want that for his shrub babies..

And Tree also embodies the *middle option* that choices and roles arent put into objective boxes, he questions the roles of toms and she cats in the sisters, the way he struggled in his role as a tom, the way he abandons his name, the torment between always wanting a home but constantly taught either by tongue or harsh events that the solitary life, the way he couldnt choose between being a warrior and a medicine cat, to the way he becomes the secret third thing every choice his given.

As a queer person specifically i relate to him but also just in general <3 Tree is a cat who represents healing from past trauma to move forward, who serves justice and sees common ground in every situation, someone who is everything he chooses to be and also he makes awesome horrendous jokes.

[t4twnyclaw]

i was thinking about this but i do not care for leopardstar, truly. her actions and compliance to the murder and ethnocide of her own clan is baffling enough (tigerstar specifically wanted 'half-clan' cats dead.)

but while thinking about her, i thought how to further make her actions horrifying. what if she were friends or more specifically a mentor to silverstream (or mistyfoot, stonefur, even feathertail) imagine the person who helped make you who you are today- a teacher, an older sibling, a parent, because mentors are kinda all those things.

now imagine leopardstar fighting tooth and nail to bring her dead apprentice's kits back to her clan, feathertail and stormfur, to only within like 6 months, disregard them to an ethnocide brought on by some bozo named tigerstar. what.

[wildshadowtamer]

thinkin about a human Warrior Cats au set in the late 1800s/early 1900s, where Rusty is the youngest of an upper-class aristocat family (like, Lords and Ladies downtown abbey type shit), and he falls for the local orphan peasant girl (Sandstorm) who hates his upper class guts until he proves hes more than just a pretty, rich face. his grandmother Crystal is the old fashioned matriarch who despises Thunderclan and takes issue with her grandson dating anyone from there, peasant or not.

so, basically Downtown Abbey but warrior cats. or bridgerton. i think thats what bridgerton is about.

[sprout-battlecats]

mosspelt

[jayfrost-designs]

Up next is a long-overdue new ref sheet for Ravenpaw.

For his physical description, Ravenpaw is described as sleek, plump tom with a long, thin tail. Yeah, I know everyone always draws him super skinny and he's described that way in Into the Wild, but in Fire and Ice Fireheart describes him as sleek and plump and totally different from how skinny and dull he looked while living in ThunderClan. I didn't make him super plump, just a nice healthy weight and an average-ish build. The scarring on his shoulder is from the Sunningrocks battle that killed Redtail, we see him with the injured shoulder in Into the Wild.

For his pattern, Ravenpaw is described as a black tom with a tiny white dash on his chest and a white-tipped tail. Not much here, just changed his eyes to green from the amber I had on his old sheet.

Overall, I'm fairly happy with how he turned out.

[exocynraku]

rearranging my room also comes with a cool perk of me being able to sort my bookshelf out again

[daily-whistlepaw]

daily whistlepaw until cs becomes PoV day 1213

my dream lineup of protagonists for the next arc (obviously it wouldn't be all five, but these are my fave pick per clan)

Fognose for RiverClan, Whistlepaw (OBVIOUSLY) for WindClan, Fernstripe for ThunderClan, Birchpaw for ShadowClan and Beepaw for SkyClan.

[harriertail]

cinderpelt/heart SE ideas

Cinderpelt - we've already done learning to be a medicine cat a million times, but focusing on the omen/interpreting aspect of it, with Cinderpelt not being able to 'get it' and hiding this from Yellowfang - littlecloud friendship! also the first arc medicine cats in general. mudfur, also being a former warrior, would be a good character to have some mentor moments with. - brackenfur : 3 - cinderpelt delivering kits for the first time and coming to grips with silverstream's death, watching the kits grow up from afar. - her grief over yellowfang and being such a young/inexperienced med cat after she dies and having to take over - being warned about her death and what this means; wanting to explore the new territory and the herbs and what it could be, and acknowledging she will not see it - which ties into Cinderheart - po3 without the prophecies basically! learning about the lake territory and discovering the area - yes it would have to be a lot of retconning tho - but exploration and laying out the new ThunderClan territory (as Cinderpelt couldn't see her Clan grow) - po3 apprenticeships! this was such a good bunch of apprentices, including Honeypaw and co - actually build the Lionblaze romance : / - discovering she is actually cinderpelt and working out who she is and what this means for the life she's made

[easypeezysilverbreezey]

how do you think ivypool feels about escaping the dark forest which manipulated and preyed on her insecurites at a young age with nothing to show for it except guilt and trauma and the eventuality that her past mistakes will claim her daughter

[tallstars-rewrite]

pales from 2018