#warrios ocs

[w1lmuttart]

Joined a dnd party for the first time, two sessions in and I’m so attached to my character lol

[sunrisesunset-wc]

palette challenges

[cypress-clangen]

Leader

ReedStar- a long fur dark grey tabby Tom, with green eyes

Deputy

ColdFire- White and Silver Tom, with blue eyes

Medicine Cat

LongPaw-Brown and Ginger tortie she cat, with green eyes

Warriors

DaisyRun- white and ginger she cat, with yellow eyes.

Aprentices

MockPaw- Ginger and black tortie non-binary cat , with blue eyes

AlmondPaw-White, grey, and orange calico she-cat, with green eyes

SlatePaw-dark Ginger tabby She-cat, with green eyes.

DarkPaw-Yellow Tom, with yellow eyes.

Queens / Kits

Elders

[pokemeda]

MedaClan, Moon 1, Part 1

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[mothmans-w00ds]

Little one shot involving my oc (spidelily) and @/girlashfur's oc (moldwade/moldseer)

It's a little one shot it helped me come with

[i-creatied-au]

OOOOOH MY GOD

just look at this lil gentleman ^-^

[dusk-the-cat]

This is Crowpaw, one of the main characters in my warrior cats story. She is a medicine cat apprentice for my FanClan, HollowClan. Crowpaw is really pessimistic, probably due to her ability to see how cats die. She mostly communicates non-verbally and doesn’t talk very often. However, she’s very sassy and doesn’t have much patience, especially with her fellow appearances.

Say hi to Crowpaw :)

[alaraowowrites]

Orchidfrost's Trials

Summary: Orchidfrost is a She-cat in ShadowClan, but it would probably be better if she weren't. Everyone in her clan except her friend, Twilightmask, and her brother, Tumblewhisker, despises her. Her own mother has rejected her. She begins to believe she doesn't belong in this world when she meets a ThunderClan tom, Bearhunter. Will she find a place among her clan-mates and walk confidently along the forest, or find she never belonged in the clans in the first place?

Cross-posted to Wattpad

Chapter 3

    Everyone rushed to the nursery, where low moans of pain were coming. Nettlebreeze pushed his way in first, followed by the Tom, then finally, the two kits. Aspendawn was already there, licking the Whiteflower's ears. Even she understood the urgency of the matter, and she didn't complain about Orchidkit's presence.

    "Mudpelt," Nettlebreeze said, addressing the brown Tom, "get some moss and soak it with water."

    He nodded and sped off.

    "Aspendawn, do you remember what raspberry leaves look like?" When the she-cat nodded he continued urgently, "Grab some from my store, and be quick! Now Tumblekit... go find the straightest, hardest stick you can find, ok?"Orchidkit's brother nodded and followed Aspendawn out. 

    "What can I do to help??" She squeaked, not wanting to stand by and watch her friend in pain.

    "You can... go behind her and lick her ears, like your mother was doing," She nodded and squeezed into the nest behind the queen and started licking her ears, whispering encouraging things occasionally.

     Aspendawn shoved her way into the nursery, carrying a large bundle of leaves, which she dropped at the medicine cat's feet.

    "Chew these," he ordered Whiteflower. "She's already tired... that isn't good" he muttered to himself.

    Soon after, her brother returned, carrying a large stick in his jaws

    "That's perfect, thank you," he congratulated the kit then he pushed the stick to the Queen's muzzle. "Bite down on this when the pains come." He instructed "The first one's coming."

    Orchidkit focused on furiously licking the Queen's ears as she screeched in pain. When she looked over, there was a small, brown bundle in the moss. Without being told, Aspendawn stepped up and started licking the kit's fur the wrong way.

    "You did it, Whiteflower! You-" But when Orchidkit looked back at she-cat, her eyes were closed, her breathing was shallow. "Whiteflower..?" She nudged her.

    "Give her space..." Nettlebreeze whispered, using his tail to guide her out of the nest. The Medicine cat leaned down and whispered to her. It took a great effort, but Whiteflower whispered something back then flopped back down in the nest.

    "What did she say??" Aspendawn demanded.

    "Twilightkit... his name is Twilightkit." Nettlebreeze whispered just as Mudpelt re-entered with a mouthful of dripping moss.

    "Oh, he's beautiful! You did it.... Whiteflower??" Mudpelt wailed as he caught sight of his mate.

    "What did you do to her??" He demanded, glaring accusingly at Nettlebreeze.

    "Don't blame him, blame her" Aspendawn pointed her tail at Orchidkit. "It's her fault! Everything is always her fault!"

    "Wh-what did I do?? She's just sleeping, right? She's tired..."

    "She's dead, Orchidkit. She's dead and it's all your fault!"

[mrs-falcon]

"Tempting offer"

Lillyheart being the literal star in front of all toms in clan. She welcomed toms very much and was obssesed with company, no matter if it could somehow badly affect her family relatives or not. Lillyheart is part of comic "I Want More" created by me, based on Warrior cats series.

Artwork & character (Lillyheart) © MrsFalcon (FalconFeatherTheCat) (me)

[tired-needs-sleep]

both kisaragi and rhea have had warrior cat phases

sara found it by hanging out at the library a little too much while rhea's dad thought it was a cute cat book

it was not.

[cypress-clangen]

Longpaw, how does it feel to have a name that conveys ideas about the lenght of your paws, also be rhe single most important cat for ensuring the clans survival AND being an itty bitty young lil kitty all at the same time?

“ I don’t think ReedStar was talking about my Paws when i gained my apprentice name! I think my mama named me for my Tail! It’s longer than others…maybe I’m wrong though…can’t remember a lot about my mama…”

“ As for being the Medicine cat…it is a lot..and I’m nervous to let my clan down… But!! PalmClan sent one of there medicine cats, SnailSight here! He’s going to stay with us for the time being!! “

“ He’s a little Upset that he has to be away from his clan, but he’s happy that I took initiative to help my clan! He says I have lots of potential, so I’m excited!! “

[torkin-zarander]

"Here we are, don't turn away now... We are the warriors that built this town... From dust..."

(Warrios - Imagine Dragons)

~~~

My OC, Jedi Master Refeli Torkin VIII Zarander, is seeking answers to life's greatest questions from the Dark Lords on Korriban.

Torkin VIII was born with one of the greatest gifts - the ability to experience Force visions. Despite the good his abilities bring, he feels as though the fate of the entire galaxy rests on his shoulders. After all, not even the Jedi Grand Masters can provide answers to what the Force showed him...

(And yes, he got Marka Ragnos's scepter lol)

This scene is from my SW fan story called Pantora. Hope to put it on paper someday 👀

[starogeorgina]

Violent delights

Warnings: Swearing

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.12

“Try not to pull, princess; the chains will become tighter if you do.”

“Thank you, Ser Arryk.”

The knight gives you a sympathetic look before going to stand beside another knight of the kingsguard by the entrance to the room. You were surprised that Ser Arryk was showing you any kindness at all, considering he was on the side supporting the usurper. Perhaps it was because his twin brother bent the knee to your mother or because he knew how devious the greens really were.

Daemon had accompanied you from Dragonstone to the Keep in disguise before bidding you farewell. A few moments later, you ditched the disguise and allowed yourself to be taken, which is how you found yourself in the tower of the hand, awaiting Alicent’s arrival. The moment Otto clapped his eyes on you, he ordered the knights to put shackles on you. He claims it was to protect the king. Your sudden arrival had interrupted a counsel meeting. Ser Tyland Lannister and Larys Strong both kept glancing at you, looking visibly uncomfortable.

The doors to the room open, and Alicent enters, looking in complete shock at your presence. She mumbles something to her father before sitting down beside him. It must have dawned on her that if you could get this close to the keep unnoticed, then others could easily do the same. She took in a long, deep breath, eyebrows furrowed as she took in your appearance. If it weren’t for your Targaryen features, you could have been easily mistaken for a beggar from the streets of flea bottom. Eventually she asks, “Lyarra, what are you doing here?”

“Hopefully to bend the knee to the rightful heir to the iron throne,” Otto says, his voice oozing with arrogance.

“Tell me, years after proclaiming my mother as heir, did my grandsire, King Viserys, not sit Prince Jacaerys upon his knee while sitting atop the Iron Throne and say, ‘One day this will be your seat, lad.’ In front of his entire counsel?”

Neither Alicent nor Otto answered your question.

The dowager queen toys with the necklace hanging around her slender neck, the symbol of the faith of the seven. With her hair neatly braided back and dressed in a modest green gown, she looked like a lady, but only someone who knew Alicent like you did could see her true venomous nature.

Otto breaks the silence. “King Aegon and prince Aemond shall be returning to the keep soon. Bend the knee, and they will be merciful.”

“I shall do no such thing. The blood of my sweet brothers is on their hands.”

“Bastard blood, shed at war,” Alicent replies.

Her words cut deep, but you don’t give her the satisfaction of shedding a single tear. “The more you talk freely, the more others will see who you really are. Lucerys was just a child, as was Gaemon.”

Otto leans in and whispers something in Larys ear, to which the clubfoot shakes his head. The older man looks taken aback. “Prince Gaemon is dead?”

“Assassins were sent to Dragonstone to slay one of my sons, but they killed my brother instead.”

Their reactions have you stumped. It seems nobody in the room was aware of this, which could only mean Aegon and Aemond were no longer seeking counsel and doing whatever they pleased. Alicent presses her forehead into her hands and says, “May the mother have mercy on us all.”

You can’t contain the scoffs that leave your mouth, “the mother.”

The former queen glares up at you with tears in her eyes, no doubt out of fear of the chain of reactions her sons had set in motion. “Faith in the gods—”

Something inside you snaps—how dare she preach about faith when she herself was an ungodly woman? With tears in your eyes, you hiss, “Your son, your king, raped and defiled me, and my faith in the gods did nothing to stop it. My faith did nothing to stop the loss of my son.” Tears fall freely from your tired eyes as years of pent-up emotions start to bubble over. “My mother made Jacaerys and Lucerys swear under the eyes of the Seven to go as messengers, not as warriors, before they left Dragonstone. I assume your sons did no such thing, Alicent.”

Alicent looks hollow, as if nothing you’ve just said registers in her brain. “Take the princess to her former quarters. Make sure she doesn’t leave the room.”

—

Once in your old quarters, you were allowed to sit on a platform that overlooked the gardens of King's Land while an emergency meeting took place. Of course, you were still in shackles and had knights watching your every move just in case you tried to escape. However, you were no longer alone; Larys had come to tell you of the latest casualty in the war for the throne, the princess Rhaenys. Your grandmother had flown into a trap set up by Ser Criston Cole, and she was attacked by both your uncles as they rode upon their dragons and killed both her and her dragon.

Your heart ached; you loved your grandmother and would miss her forever.

“Might I ask why you suggested that Princess Helaena and her children leave the keep?” Larys asks.

“An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Lucerys shall be avenged,” you click your tongue. “Those are the words spoken by my stepfather, Prince Daemon, and as much as I agree my brother's death should be avenged, I do not wish to see harm come to Princess Helaena or her children.”

He raises his brows, and Larys looks deep in thought before speaking again. “I suppose that makes sense, especially since you’ve now made yourself a hostage here, so it’s likely the red keep will come under attack.”

Daemon told you it wouldn’t take the clubfoot long before he came to you, under the pretense of trying to make peace, which would be why Larys made a point of having food and tea brought to you. He probably thought he could lure you into a false sense of security and, in the end, learn something he could use against the blacks.

“Under attack?”

“Oh yes,” he says before taking a drink of tea. “Once word spreads among the small folk that Rhaenyra’s daughter, the beloved princess Lyarra, is being held within the keep, they are likely to start questioning their loyalties. And as you came here on your own accord, I’m assuming it won’t be long before your husband, mother, and stepfather come to rescue you, bringing fire and blood in the process.”

Before you can say anything else, Criston enters the room, followed closely by two serving girls, who both had their heads hanging low. You notice one of the girls holding a dark emerald dress and scowling, which amuses the knight. “The king wishes for you to wear this. He will be gracing you with a visit after attending the feast celebrating his most recent victory.”

Larys uses his stick to help himself stand and says, “I shall leave the princess to it.”

Criston nods his head in Lary's direction before addressing you. He removes the shackles. “I have a theory, princess, that the reason your brother was mistaken for one of your sons was because your children are no longer on Dragonstone.”

You smile up at him and say, “say another word about my children, and I’ll have my husband feed you to Vermax.”

Criston smirks. As he turns to leave the room, he speaks to the servants, “Make sure she is bathed and dressed by nightfall.”

—

As you approach your quarters, returning from the dragonpit, you hear the sounds of a child’s screams echoing down the hallways, and guilt begins to stir inside you. Leaving your daughter to go dragon riding was something you had second-guessed, but your mother assured you nothing bad would happen in the short time you were gone and insisted that riding Viserion would be good for you.

Your pace quickens the closer you get, fear etched into your features. When you enter the nursery and see that Aemma is not in her cot, you start to panic until you hear Jacaerys hushed voice. “Your muña will be back soon; she’d never go far without you. She loves you so much. We both do.”

Quietly, you walk into another room to see Jace holding Aemma in his arms, sitting by the fireplace, singing her a lullaby, and caressing her hair as her eyes start to close over. Smiling, you observe the sweet moment between them. Aemma was at the age when she was learning what words meant and observing the world around her, including who her parents are.

You walk up behind Jace and crouch down enough to kiss him on the cheek, which causes him to blush. “She woke up from a nap upset,” he whispers. “I think she was looking for you.”

You smile. “I think she was looking for her kepa, and now that she’s found him, she’s settled.”

Jacaerys eyes become glossy. As far as you were concerned, from the moment you first kissed Jacaerys on the balcony, he was Aemma’s father, but you understood why he needed reassurance.

Jace places an arm around your shoulder, and you sit to cuddle in beside him and your babe. “I love you,” you say quietly. “I don’t tell you that enough, but I really do love you and our family.”

You’re pulled from your slumber when you hear a clattering noise. Opening your eyes, you’re greeted by the sight of the usurper cursing as he picks up his cup, which he had knocked onto the ground, before refilling it. You keep your eyes tightly shut to hold back the tears. Now that the moment has come to put Daemon's plan into motion, you wish you’d never left Dragonstone. You longed to be back in Jacacery's arms, watching as your children played together on the beach of your home.

You’d fallen asleep sitting on one of the leather chairs and were in that deep of a sleep you didn’t hear him enter. It felt like déjà vu; you and the room had both been ‘readied' for Aegon. Plenty of wine was brought before his arrival, and the oils that he liked the smell of were brushed through your hair.

“Can I ask you something?”

Aegon rolls his eyes and says, “If you must.”

“If I had left here and married some lord who raised Aemma as his own, would you have cared? Or do you only want to hurt Jacaerys?”

“Do you know what they call my half sister? The whore of Dragonstone, as I recall. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the mother of bastards.” Holding up his cup towards you, when you shake your head, he scoffs, “Gods, I forgot how boring you could be. Give me one good reason why you won’t drink with me.”

“My milk is still coming through.”

He scrunches his nose up in disgust. “I forgot you just had another little b-a”

“Don’t you dare say it!” you snap. The tight fabric of the dress you are wearing rubs against your skin as you move to sit on your knees on the ground beside him. Deep down, you still wanted to believe Aegon wanted to be a good person, but you knew that wasn’t true; it was just a lie you told yourself. “My children are not bastards; all of them are Velaryon’s.”

Aegon looks disinterested, returning his attention back to the wine in his hand. His eyes were becoming heavier, and his body language was more sluggish.

“So why did you really come to the keep? I’m assuming you don’t want to bend the knee; do you want to remember what it’s like to be pleasured by a man?”

“Why aren’t you more angry with Alicent for letting me take Aemma and making her a bastard?”

His face falls. “She is my mother. She was doing what she thought was best for me.”

Alicent and Aegon’s relationship was something you’d never understand or feel the need to question, especially since he had you wear a gown that closely resembles the ones his mother wears. Tears well in your eyes, “my nephew can keep his bitch, but I will keep my daughter, or I will have their heads. Did you really say that?”

“Yes. Is the girl still on Dragonstone?”

“I’ve sent Aemma far away from Dragonstone to keep her safe.”

The tension in the room changes as Aegon becomes angry at your answer. He goes into graphic detail about how he planned on torturing Jacaerys, mainly by hurting you. It was clear he had no intention of stopping the war until every member of the blacks were dead. Just as Daemon predicted. The list of monstrosities committed by the Greens included rape, kinslaying, usurpation, and treason, and it would only grow as time went on.

“There’s the Aegon I remember. Cruel and selfish.”

“I can have your tongue removed for that.”

“Hmm,” you say, getting to your feet and stepping away from him. “I used to think I was a good person; I tried to be anyway. But what I’ve learned over the years is that I’m willing to do anything to protect my family.”

Aegon attempts to reach for you, but his arm falls to the ground. He slurs, “What did you do?”

“You want to take my daughter from me, tried to have my son killed, and have now just confessed to planning to kill my husband.” Tears roll down your cheeks. “I can’t let you do that.”

You walk towards the part of the wall that has a weirwood tree engraved on it. You run your fingers over the smooth edges before pressing on the middle of it to open it.

“Lyarra, you stupid bitch, get back here.”

You let out a deep sigh before stepping aside to let two men enter the bed chamber. Blood and Cheese, two rat catchers who had been hired by Daemon to seek revenge for Lucerys You weren’t sure what the full plan entails; your only part was to get them into the keep, then escape. You glance back at Aegon, who has now passed out. Soon as the wine was brought into the room, you put the sleeping aid given to you by the maester on Dragonstone into the cup beforehand, knowing the first thing Aegon would do when he arrived would be to drink.

You pick up the disguise that’s been left on the opposite side of the secret door; you need to change before you stare, going down the hidden hallways and far away from whatever you’d just set into motion.

[whispering-clan]

this blog singlehandedly encouraged me to pick up a pencil and draw some Warriors OCs for the first time in actual years. thank you so much for posting, I'm having a blast rediscovering my old love for this series and for drawing in general!

may I ask how you developed your style and what inspires your art?

Omg!!! I love hearing this!!! Everyone needs to draw som wc ocs it is where true joy comes from <3

For the art style question, I mostly developed my artstyle just through osmosis. I've been consuming warrioe cats fandom content for so long im pretty sure my style is just a hodge podge of warriors fan styles hehe.

Though I am inspired by styles of character design that use shape and color language! I love using those secret languages for characters sm

[fishing-ball-z]

somebody making dbz legendary super warrio mugen characters has like an oc universe going on i think stored in the entirety of the character descriptions on mugenarchive

[dinomites]

I actually do not remember if I shared this but hey remember that limb/us oc I made based on fire/star from warrio/rs? well I made some IDs someone, please stop me from adding him to this blog.