#wc headcanons

[saltsongwc]

That Reedshine post made me think... Does Mapleshade have any sway with either Tiger or Spotted, like with Tiger in his book? How does the DarkForest work in your AU actually? I love how you portray the afterlives!

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We start the year with another Sal yap session about Starclan and the Dark Forest (yippie) (no art I need a while to put my headcanons into art)

No training in the dark forest (imagine blaming your antagonists action on "The Devil made me do it" (boring implementation in Warrior cats tbh)).

First and foremost question to answer: Is Starclan omnipresent AND omniscient or just omnipresent? The answer: Omnipresent, meaning they can see everything everywhere but don't know everything (they are after all ancestors limited to what they knew in life and the collective experience of each other, which gives the air but they are unpredictable in actually being able to tell the consequences of the future)

I see them working a lot like a buroucracy, meaning that while it works, it's not necessarely efficient, or good, but it is simple.

I also imagine that their appearance changes over time, a bit of the "When a cat is forgetten they fade away" except I like my other wordly presence to contain just a bit of horror in its eternaty, cats that are forgotten become another one with the stars, another whisper in the amalgamation that is the Starclan conciousness, the omens you receive, that too intelligent mouse you catch, the fox that spared you, they are everywhere and it is as natural as your body returning to the earth.

They can separate themselves from the amalgamation when they wish, they just look very, unpersonal for the average newly deceased cat, all starry pelt, hazened eyes, they ignore the passage of time because a day has become a second, so they seem cruel to many but are just, apathetic (they are the cloudy effect that is described in Spottedstar's 9 lives ceremony, when a Starclan cat is being whispered to they connect for a moment to the amalgamate)

So what does that mean for the Dark Forest?

In my mind, the way the Dark Forest works is as another part of Starclan, not a separation. Dark Forest cats are sent there because they have committed horrible crimes in the eyes of Starclan, would actively have done damage to the clans, or chose to walk the starless path for self punishment.

They cannot harm living cats, but they can go into their dreams, though this takes significant skill and time to learn AND use so must don't do it. Spottedstar is the only one that does it a lot. It's more often they escape the forest and wander among the living, but they are not like Starclan cats, so the common cat can't see them even if they try and they can't make themselves known. Medicine cats however can, and yes it is terrifying for them (often they confuse the visage of a Dark Forest cat for an actual warning from Starclan).

Cats in the Dark Forest can't die, but it certainly comes a time where they can't be considered ghosts anymore, be it they become forgotten and never repented, or they fade into the amalgamate if they do (they enter the rivers and drown), when they are forgotten, they become another tree in the forest, interwinded into its trunk, a final rest to their wandering souls (who walk alone the starless skies). But they still whisper, in your dreams they craawl, the nightmares you forget, is their rest truly a rest? You can never forget them.

And now a tangent about legendary cats (aka Inmortalized warriors just by word of mouth (they are not necessarily all good, but they are))

Mapleshade is very old by even Starclan standards, she's the tale you tale the kits so they never play by the river, she's the horrible story you share in apprentice dens before you go to sleep, she's a legend in the clans and she remains between the forests, so old the trees bow around her (she's even witnesssed many of them form from first appearing to their final rest). She's become so engrained in clan culture even her tale is being debated, actions by others questioned, many claiming she never actually existed and it's just a tall tale to get restless kits to behave (and a funny warning to scare cheating mates "Look out or Mapleshade will get you"). Every so often, you'll feel eyes piercing you by the corner of your gaze, the calico she-cat a ghost behind you.

Mapleshade appears in the forest as large, carrying her wet pelt and muddied, bloody, she cannot enter the river to rest (she has survived the currents of life), she's aggressive, she's explosive, she weeps and cries and curses the stars and everyone but her, she cannot see the storm for what is only the drops of tears in her eyes.

Shadowstar is ancient, older than the trees, than the two-legs, she and the founders manifest like separation from the amalgamation, like a living shadow, her stars are not hers but of thousand of clanmates before and after her, she is the swamp and pines, green-leaf season, she appears tall and eternal overlooking Starclan in the nightsky.

Moth Flight is thousand of wings, they hide her and she floats, only a visible eye. The wings are crystals, and she shines, she's separated from others, she is the prophecies and dreams, the hopeful, the fool.

Spottedstar, despite being young in the forest, is bones and pelts, her heart bleeds down on her paws, she's tied to her kin in the way a curse is, she's the remainder and the dreams that she enters are her kin's, because she'll never be gone to them, never can abandon her though must wish, she's cunning, planning, she's plotting her return, the trees laughs but she'll show them, she'll show them all.

Tangent over.

Have I thought about how this impacts PO3 and OTA? Nope! But I hope you enjoy my thoughts

[milkfur]

Pre-TPB ThunderClan Family Tree Theories/Headcanons

Feel free to use these for rewrites/family trees/etc.

POST-SKYCLAN ERA

Redstar, Amberclaw, and Oatspeckle are littermates.

Oakstar and Thrushtalon are Gorseclaw’s sons.

Beetail is Spottedpelt’s son.

Deerdapple is Nettleclaw’s daughter.

Bloomheart is the son of Seedpelt and Rabbitfur.

MAPLESHADE'S VENGEANCE ERA

Fallowsong and Sweetbriar are the daughters of Doestar.

Squirrelwhisker is Thrushtalon's daughter. This makes her Oakstar's niece/Pinestar's first cousin.

Mapleshade and Dawnfeather are the daughters of Amberclaw. This makes Mapleshade Nettlebreeze's aunt.

Ravenwing and Hollypelt are the kits of Redstar. This means Mapleshade murdered not just a medicine cat, but also her first cousin.

PRE-GOOSEFEATHER'S CURSE ERA

Rooktail is Hollypelt’s son. This makes him Ravenwing's nephew.

Mistpelt is Bloomheart’s daughter.

Weedwhisker, Flamenose, and Rainfur are the kits of Nettlebreeze and Mallowfur.

Daisytoe was a former member of the Sisters who became separated from them and joined ThunderClan as an older kitten. She was adopted by Flashnose’s parents and the two lived as sisters. Goosefeather inherited his ability to see spirits from his mother's kin.

Stormtail and Littlestep are the sons of Mistpelt and Stonepelt. Bluestar was mentored by her paternal grandfather.

Heronwing, Rabbitleap, and Poppydawn are the kits of Weedwhisker and Fallowsong.

PINESTAR'S CHOICE/PRE-BLUESTAR'S PROPHECY ERA

Adderfang is Beetail’s son.

Robinwing and Sparrowpelt/Halftail are siblings fathered by Heronwing.

Fuzzypelt was found abandoned as a kit and adopted by a ThunderClan queen.

Swiftbreeze is the daughter of Flashnose and a WindClan tom.

POST-BLUESTAR'S PROPHECY/PRE-SERIES ERA

Dappletail had at least one litter of kits with Stormtail (Cricketkit and Featherkit are their sons), but none made it to adulthood.

Darkstripe is the son of Willowpelt and a kittypet tom.

When Darkstripe was a warrior, Willowpelt became mates with Whitestorm and had Graykit (Graystripe) with him. This makes Graystripe, Sorreltail, Rainwhisker, and Sootfur full siblings.

Sandstorm is the daughter of Runningwind and a rogue she-cat. The rogue didn't want anything to do with her daughter, so Sandkit was given over to Robinwing as a newborn.

Ashfur, Ferncloud, Elderkit, and Tulipkit are the kits of Brindleface and Darkstripe. He would have nothing to do with Brindleface and the kits after she adopted Cloudkit.

[spagcatstack]

u have no idea how hard i was stimming making these. i love them so much

[fallenrain40]

im thinkin about tigerdove headcanons rn i feel like tigerstar 2 would be nonbinary and dovewing would be agender. i like the idea of dovewing being small and neat furred when she is little but as she gets older she gets pretty big and her fur gets messier, and her voice gets deeper. i also like the idea that they consider themselves a queer lesbian couple, and that they are both aroace and have almost never had feelings for any other cats. oh and they are both definitely autistic. i also lovee the idea of transfem tigerstar and transmasc dovewing, but I imagine they'd both still be nonbinary and agender. maybe also genderfluid for dovewing.

they are my otp okay hgvhjh it is my duty to pour as much headcanons onto them as possible and to self project onto them as much as possible.

[fuzzybug]

i just had the brilliant idea of how the clans could like— dry and tan the pelts of decent sized prey (hare, rabbit, some large squirrels, etc) and make little leather pouches or costumes or even something like blankets that could be added to nests.

imagine sunningrocks being such a disputed piece of land because thunderclan wants to use it as hunting grounds but it’s also the closest place that gets regular dry sunshine so riverclan wants to use it as a place to tan pelts.

imagine ceremonial costumes - rabbit hides draped over the shoulders of newly-made warriors as they settle into the cold night to keep their vigil.

imagine the coziness of the sheltered nurseries, kittens kneading into their nests while their mothers are out stretching their legs.

imagine healers keeping certain seeds and berries in little pouches, out of reach from curious kits or inexperienced apprentices.

[killingflies]

squilf has carpal tunnels bc she holds a record in cookie clicker. once a month she competes w leafpool to keep it

[dailyicecloud]

Day 8

[powderseas]

swiftpaw with his siblings!!

[bleustar-art]

Headshots of tigerstars fam

[saltsongwc]

You mentioned new roles... Would permanent queens/den dads be one? Also I love Tiger's mentality toward Cloud that's so sweet!!! Does Cloud rival Tiger in size at all I wonder?

Silverstrrem 😭 I'm so sorry I had just woken up lol!!

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Silverstrrem

And yeah! Permanent queens/den dads are a thing separated from the Camp Caretakers, as they are in charge with raising the kits and being a foster parent should the other parents be unavailable.

Cloud grows up to be bigger than Goldeflower, who is bigger than Tiger (because I imagine Goldeflower to be huge like Lionheart woud be), he is the biggest cat in Thunderclan, which is why I imagine he's made an apprentice early (as much as Brindleface loves her giant baby he was getting way too big for the nursery)

[jayadwal]

painfully reminded me of trans kids choosing opposite gender characters in video games as their main characters

[fallenrain40]

why is nearly every riverclan cat aro to me except for maybe like a few cats, i just have sm aro headcanons on riverclan cats

[satoruhour]

LESSON NO. 1

a/n: bassist!geto teaching you how to play the guitar. loosely based off this but not really connected. as requested by @alcospray 💟 i dont play bass so i just watched a whole bunch of videos for just one song - any bass players wanna correct me feel free to do so ;"). only if u look like geto tho /j. they havent say the three words to each other yet, read it with that in mind :3

wc: 2.1k

“any update from your fan?” gojo nudges him playfully as they wait for the principle of the university to introduce their band for the freshmen orientation, which, weirdly, something that the four of them never thought would happen. they sang about topics that wouldn’t normally get talked about or were shunned — politics, capitalism, authoritarianism — and yet being introduced by the principle of their place of education was quite ironic.

the bassist doesn’t hear gojo at all, not even when his best friend tries to tease him by calling you his fan. there were too many things in geto’s mind way even before this whole performance: his finals, a rival band that sought out to create false rumours about them, you.

always, you, the unexpected distracting thing that infiltrates his mind without fail. from the first night you trodded over to his dorms, opening up to him and letting him take care of you, to the many dates after. he’s taken you to cafés, watched you study way too many times, or simply let you sit through one of his song formation days.

a conscious effort to keep his distance and everything is just you, you, you, and geto is terrified. he’s never liked the kind of love with strings attached, with those mushy, complicated feelings, but no one-night stand, no quick fuck has ever made him feel the way you do.

but lately, he’s seen less of you, unwillingly accepting the principle’s offer to perform for the freshmen because he knew you were one of the group leaders ushering in the new students. at least he could try to search for you in the crowds, even getting a cheeky little text about where your group was meant to sit a week ago. he could be granted at least that when you both have been working so hard for final exams that you two could hardly see each other.

although, throughout their whole set, he sees everyone but you. he loses the bass line often, looks lost on the stage, needs to be cued in, something that never happens to the geto suguru. he’s always been a natural, and yet when it comes to you, you ruin him in the best way possible.

“hey— hey! man, what was that?” gojo slaps him on the back but it doesn’t even register in geto’s head, not really bothered by how he messed up the performance if it wasn’t for gojo’s vocals and shoko adding in her own improvisations for her parts. nanami can only shrug as he comes around to geto’s front.

“she wasn’t there, i looked, too,” nanami mumbled, tapping his drumsticks on his shoulder, “but you’re the most passionate guy i know who loves his guitars and bass lines.”

gojo has to chime in, “he’s the only bass guitarist you know, nanamiii!” and shoko pulls him back with a smack to the back of his head.

the dark-haired guy only clicks his tongue, “sorry ’bout him.”

nanami waves his drumsticks before pointing them at his face, “i know you’re obsessed with her, but i don’t wanna be a drummer if i can’t work with my bassist. sort this out before our next gig. she’s a sweet girl . . just, not when it’s at the expense of the band.”

geto only sighs in relief, landing a hand on his drummer’s shoulder.

“thank you, nanami.” the two exchange smiles before he gives a salute to his other two friends (“do you think he finally loves someone enough for him to be distracted on stage?” shoko says, and gojo gasps dramatically), heading out from the wings and down the stairs at the front of the stage where people look confused at the recent performer looking high and low for where your group was meant to be seated.

he sees not you, but rather your group leader mates who he’s at least seen pictures of, so he has no qualms about heading over to ask about your whereabouts — “the last thing she told our head group leader was that she was down with a nasty flu . . terrible fever and all. our main group leader went to her dorms to check on her and she’s unfit for doing orientations activities. we just sent her loads of soup packets and pei pa koa���s.”

geto laughs at the last part, knowing your need for sweet things. when it’s combined with a soothing coating for your throat, it’s pretty much the only thing you take when you’re sick. with a quick thanks, geto races for the campus bus straight to your dorm, the bass carried on his back rattling with his capo, chord sheets and mute nosily.

at least your annoying roommate’s gone home before school starts so it’s only you when geto knocks on the door. his knuckles rap against the wood, heart breaking when he hears your hoarse voice answer from the other side. soon, he can hear your feet moving towards the door, but it takes a while from how your body is, knocking over some things in the process.

“c-coming!” you groan out, wrapped in layers of clothing and feeling so hot you feel like you were in hell. but you aren’t expecting the sight when you open the door: your boyfriend panting, the guitar case behind him only telling you he’s come straight from the freshmen gig, the expression on his face.

“s-su!” you exclaim, both excitedly and a little worried because you didn’t want to get him sick, something you regret immediately when you go to clutch your throat.

“oh, baby,” geto brushes the hoodie off your head and brushes away the mess of your hair, “you look so pale, i— i would’ve come sooner if i knew—!”

“that’s why i didn’t tell you,” you pout, pushing away his hand gently and stepping back. it hurts to speak, but you feel like you at least need to explain your absence to him, “i was afraid you’d ditch the performance. also— don’t want you to get sick.”

suguru’s expression softens, “don’t worry about me, doll. come,” he takes one more step towards you and you feel so safe with him you don’t take a step away, “let me take care of you.”

the next hours are full of geto, a revered bassist in an upcoming band who dons long hair, piercings and has a menacing dragon down his arm alongside some boots, taking care of you. he runs back and forth between the pantry to make sure you have enough hot water, boiling hot soup to drink, enough layers to keep you warm and even calling gojo to get some tylenol from the supermarket.

“take a breather, sugu, i’m not gonna die,” you laugh slightly with a rasp to your voice, squeezing his hand as you rest against his shoulder. he’s made sure you at least have something in your stomach and enough hot water to power a hot spring, worry showing through his heartbeat when the hand he holds is still so warm.

“you’re heating up loads, baby,” geto frowns, turning his head to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he rolls his eyes when he hears it’s because you’re here. “do you want me to put cool towels on your head?”

you giggle again and cough, sniffling the mucus back up your nose, “no, it’s okay — you’d have to go to the pantry again to get water and i just want . . you here.”

suguru only hums, something akin to a melody that you don’t quite know but you’re happy to listen to his gruff voice anyway. the way he vibrates as he hums sends a calming feeling right to your body, and how he looks and feels so different from the very first time you were alone together.

he seemed so cool, passing the blunt to you and blowing his smoke into your mouth, kissing you like you’re just another girl in his roster; but right now, you were far from it.

now, not only is he still cool, but he’s also the most caring person you know and is something so far from his appearance and band: this is just one in many instances of how much he takes care of you. from the same fingers that strum upon the stainless steel, they travel miles over your body, your face like the first songs he learned on the guitar, weaving a melody and language so intricate only the two of you speak it.

silently, you feel him push you forward while he slots his legs on the other side of your body, letting you naturally rest with your back to his chest. “wanna learn?”

“i am in the most terrible state, suguru,” you whisper, reaching over to take a tissue. there, you blow your nose and clear out your nostrils until the next round, groaning softly at the grossness of the tissue.

“ohh . . but wasn’t someone saying that she isn’t dying?”

your jaw drops, “i can’t believe you would use that against me.”

the corners of your boyfriend’s lips turn up in a sly smile, “just quoting my girl. but—”

this time, he’s the one reaching over much further than you, hand clutching the neck of the guitar through the bag. gently, he settles it on both your laps, laughing when a small oof leaves your lips at just how heavy his bass was.

“i’ll do all the playing, you just mirror my movements.” with one more kiss to your temple, geto reaches around easily to play the starting notes of psycho killer. while there’s a clear layering of the lead, vocals and drums in his head, you’re just left confused by the repetitive bass.

but soon, you’re able to catch the notes that repeat over eight counts, hypnotised by the other’s longer fingers as they transition into the chorus line. it’s a little more complicated, now, descending into chords that you frankly don’t have any grasp on. one look at your face is enough to send him into soft laughter.

“okay, okay, let’s just focus on the verse.” if you weren’t feeling lightheaded from the fever before, you are now when geto curls his hands around yours, placing your finger easily on the fifth fret of the first string.

“so here . . we have the first bar of A notes, easy? then . .” he demonstrates the first four notes, plucking the strings for you before moving it down to the third fret to play the G note. a small smile spreads across his face when you slowly get the hang of it: six notes of A, two eighth notes, and then a G on the same string. geto slowly releases his left, letting you play on the melody while he helps you to pluck.

“that’s it,” still natural, it doesn’t faze geto at all to nuzzle his head into your neck from behind and to start kissing up your shoulder to your jaw, fingers still expertly plucking the string. the both of you repeat the bass line until he’s grabbing your awkward right hand and quietly, he angles your fingers so you’re following him, “you’re a fast learner.”

“i have a great teacher,” you mumble, and suguru doesn’t tell you that you just willingly kissed his jaw out of habit — because he knows you’d freak out at the possibility of getting him sick. it’s sweet, that in your delirious state you’re still acting out of admiration at the back of your mind. like the bass, loving geto feels as natural as the repetitiveness of psycho killer.

the bass notes reverberates through your bodies, just almost acting like a trance that makes your fingers falter upon the steel strings. he goes on to slowly play the chorus, stretching his fingers into weird shapes. he plays various chords, voice cracking just a bit when he tries to sing the vocals and you laugh softly.

“i just don’t have satoru’s higher register.” geto jokes, knowing you’re close to falling asleep from the way you hum and give one worded answers, so he easily takes over from you, changing it to an easy song. you let the low notes of the bass serenade you to sleep as you curl more into your boyfriend, but not before you hear a glimpse of geto’s harmonised singing to yellow.

it’s not often you hear him sing, being a bassist and all, but there is a nice edge to his voice — not quite made for vocals but you know he can do it if he tries. and even if you don’t voice it out, geto thinks the same thing. it’s similar to this stupid love thing that’s got him all tangled up and distracted, too, and he realises so many new things about himself through you.

you give love a fresh breath of life, nothing like the things suguru sings about in his unfinished demos and notebooks — multitude of things that involved you and his fucked-up perceptions and the foolishness of his parents telling him he’d find the same. you are all he thinks about when he sees the black cough syrup and he can’t stop craving the feel of your body against his.

the moment your breathing turns even and you sag against his embrace is when the strings stops and his breathing escalates. in geto suguru’s arms is the personification of something he never thought he would let into his life, yet you carry the choirs of love and acceptance so effortlessly like heath’s bass guitar solos and atsushi sakurai’s spotless vocals.

suguru’s head simply falls onto your unknowing shoulder, a small fuck that leaves his lips and a smile that he can’t contain is all he needs to know.

@mysugu @suget @slttygeto @na-t0 💟

[jayleap]

I like TigerFire but only when it’s funny.

Like Fireheart trying to throw Tigerclaw’s suspicious off of him in the early books, but he can only think of buttering him up. But Tiger thinks he’s flirting and goes through a midlife crisis about it and can’t focus on his evil plans anymore so Fire does it more thinking their besties now and he can spy on him.

Of course everyone else in the clan thinks they’re together and it just feeds into itself until Tiger finally combusts and dies of a heart attack.

[dailyicecloud]

Day 7

[powderseas]

squilf stress relief drawing