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redux-iterum · 1 year

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Burning Hearts: Chapter Eight

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The weather taunted the territories, showing glimpses of the sky above the clouds and granting a hint of warmth before rain suddenly pummeled through the trees, whose leaves were turning brown and being bullied to flutter to the ground by the downpour. Everywhere Fireheart walked, his pawsteps made noise, either crunching a leaf or plopping into soggy soil. As ever, he was determined to keep up a good mood. The chill and wet eagerly met this challenge and threw all they had at him, until he went to bed several nights in a row muddy and shivering.

At last, though, the clouds parted in the daylight and Horoa’s eye beamed with all its power down on the earth. By the time Fireheart woke up, the sandy floor of camp had dried considerably and even warmed up a little; not completely, but enough that the difference was a comfort.

Fireheart didn’t stick around for anyone to give him an order. He just slipped out of camp and started for the Houses, tail high for the relative dryness of the forest. Maybe the animals of the Houses would be out in the open tonight, also celebrating the pause in the rain? He could hope. They had been harder to find in the ongoing storm.

Something crunched up ahead, beyond a cluster of brambles. Fireheart was startled only for as long as it took him to sniff the air. It was Greystripe, and by the sound of under-breath growling, he had just missed a catch. Fireheart went around the brambles, finding Greystripe glaring at a hole between the roots of a tree.

“Bad luck?” Fireheart inquired.

Greystripe jumped and looked round wildly, only relaxing when he recognized his friend. “Oh, hey. Just on this one. I got lucky in the Houses with some prey already.”

“You started early, then.” Fireheart came up to stand next to Greystripe, sniffing him over. “And luckily, you don’t have anything on you. Just… squirrel, right?”

“Yeah, two squirrels.” Greystripe flicked his tail to the side. “Got ‘em hidden so I could catch a third, but I stepped on a twig.”

“That’s still pretty good for you,” Fireheart said.

Greystripe gave him a sardonic look. “Yeah, well, I hear you do better in the Houses. Mosspelt was saying you’ve brought more stuff than it seems like you can carry.”

Fireheart flattened his ears in embarrassment. “Just the one time.”

“Still good.” Greystripe looked where he had flicked his tail to and huffed a sigh. “Well, we might as well just bring these. Silverstream said we shouldn’t push it too hard if we don’t want to get caught.”

“Are they figuring out how to hunt on land yet?” Fireheart asked as he followed along around the brambles again, where the pair of squirrels were waiting.

Greystripe picked up one by the tail and tilted his head in a half-nod. “Think so. Hope so. We’ll see. Come on.”

Taking the other squirrel, Fireheart followed Greystripe at a choppy trot. To his relief, they met no other cats on their walk. They still kept up their pace and looked around carefully whenever there was a sudden noise, be it from the trees or the ground.

When they reached the border, the pair peered out into Sunningrocks’ flat, stony landscape and paused in surprise. A group of patched cats were lounging atop a slab of rock and chatting between themselves. Fireheart recognized Silverstream, but the others were unfamiliar. There was a black-and-white tom, and two tortoiseshell-and-white mollies, one grey, one brown. Greystripe was right—now their faces were a little more gaunt than usual, and their fur didn’t shine as much. Though, fairly, the moon was barely open right now, so—

“Hey!” Greystripe called, tossing his squirrel over the border and looking expectantly at Fireheart. The ginger tom jolted and did the same, just as Silverstream jumped down from the rock and padded up to the ThunderClan warriors.

“Well, well!” She looked between them, chest puffed out. “Look at our favorite boys, hard at work hunting for us. Not much of a haul tonight, eh?”

“Er—” started Fireheart, and “Well—” started Greystripe, but Silverstream chuffed and shook her head.

“I’m teasing you, lads,” she said. “We’re thankful for everything you give us.” She looked back at her friends and called, “Aren’t we?”

The remaining cats gave a round of, "Aye!"

“And it’s a mighty fine treat to see you,” Silverstream continued, bumping Greystripe's shoulder with her head. “Here, come along and sit with us for a spell. My Clanmates would love to meet our saviors.”

Fireheart and Greystripe exchanged hesitant looks, but the grey tortoiseshell called, “Yes, come! You’re welcome here, for as long as Leoparddawn doesn’t find us.”

At this, the boys slowly followed along after Silverstream as she turned and trotted back for the rock, leaping up on it with an inelegance that reminded Fireheart of his old friend back in the Houses. He decided to keep that to himself, though, as he and Greystripe jumped up after her with significantly more ease.

“Introductions!” Silverstream sat down and gestured with a paw to the tom. “This is Privetclaw, and Pansyheart—” the grey tortoiseshell nodded enthusiastically “—and Mosspelt.” The brown tortoiseshell waved her tail. “Fellow swimmers, may I present Greystripe and Fireheart.”

“Good evening,” Fireheart said automatically. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

Mosspelt looked Fireheart up and down, her eyes wide. “Ohhh, it’s you!”

Fireheart blinked stupidly. “Sorry?”

Mosspelt snorted and turned to Pansyheart. “That’s the one who tried to talk his way out of fighting me that one time.”

Pansyheart trilled, eyes shut with delight. “Ah, and now we finally meet him!” She barely opened her eyes enough to peer at Fireheart. “She’s told everyone that story. You’re hilarious!”

“What did you say again?” Privetclaw gave him a cheeky squint. “Something about how stupid Sunningrocks is?”

Fireheart had to take a second, confused until he pulled up the memory of his first ever battle. “Oh– that. Yes. I, uh, I think the fight over this land is pretty dumb.”

“He complains about it a lot,” Greystripe said in a jokingly conspiratorial whisper.

“Well, you aren’t alone there, my kittypet friend,” Pansyheart said. “I’ve never liked the tussle myself. But you know these Clans. We’ll be fighting until the end of time. If it’s not for Sunningrocks, it’ll be for something else.”

Mosspelt yawned in a somehow amused way. “They say we’ve fought before we were even called ‘Clans’. It’ll never change.”

Fireheart tilted his head. “How long have the Clans been around, then, exactly?”

“Oh, no one knows exactly.” Pansyheart’s eyes lifted to the sky in thought. “More generations than we can dare to count. We were here before the Aulmir rose to scratch the stars, however long ago that was. Seems an eternity to me. All you need to know is that once upon a time, we were just a few kemeran* picking fights for scraps until we were civilized by our founders, and we’ve been Clans since then.”

Fireheart leaned forward as he sat down, ears perked. “That’s not the end of it, is it?”

“No, but it’s the most important chunk,” Mosspelt said. “Unless you’re retelling the Epics, and then we’d be here all night.”

“They’re good to listen to, little lady,” Pansyheart admonished, tapping Mosspelt on the head with her long (that is, for RiverClan) tail. “And important for us to remember. You’ve been enjoying hearing them the past few nights while we were stuck at home!”

“Never said I didn’t, only that they’re long.”

“That’s the good thing about RiverClan,” Greystripe said to Fireheart. “They’re the ones who know every single story in the territories. Stars know they have the time to think about them, with how little they work.”

Privetclaw rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know we’re on patrol right now.”

Greystripe stared at him. “You call this a patrol?”

“Sure!” Silverstream said brightly. “We all decided to mark the border while we take a stroll. That counts, doesn’t it?”

A puff of awed amusement escaped Fireheart’s mouth. “Wow, Dustpelt would hate it here. All our patrols are organized and kept on the move.”

“Sounds dull,” Mosspelt drawled. “I like a moment to stretch out and enjoy myself. Your big old forest doesn’t account for that.”

“They also don’t account for your walking speed, Tumblefoot.” Silverstream stretched out a paw and gently pushed the tortoiseshell’s shoulder, who snorted and shut her eyes.

Fireheart glanced at Greystripe, then asked Silverstream, “Um, ‘Tumblefoot’ is a joke, right?”

“Of course!” Silverstream gave him a funny look. “What did you think it was?”

“I… don’t know?” Fireheart wished he could bury his head in between his shoulders to hide from the baffled looks the RiverClan cats were giving him.

“Ease on him, he’s from ThunderClan,” Pansyheart said. “They wouldn’t know fun if it bit their butts.”

“I don’t see how insulting each other makes for fun,” Greystripe said, with a dry look at Silverstream. “Then again, your nickname fits you great.”

“Duckling, that’s me.” Silverstream bobbed her head proudly. “How’s aram** put it, Privetclaw?”

“‘Precious as a newly hatched duckling, and twice as fluffy’,” Privetclaw recited cheerily, even though the look in his eyes when they flickered to Greystripe wasn’t the friendliest.

Pansyheart purred, saying to Fireheart, “I’dve called her Preciouspaw, myself, but Crookedstar doesn’t like it when we say that. Apparently it’s not nice.”

“The entire point of your nicknames is to mock each other!” Greystripe said incredulously, looking like he was trying not to chuff.

Pansyheart winked. “Ah, but not for his duckling.”

“You really don’t do nicknames?” Mosspelt said. “It’s such fun!”

Greystripe gave Fireheart a comical, snide look. “Well, someone here gets called ‘honeymouse’ by the matriarch. He’s a bit of a duckling too.”

“Ha!” Pansyheart slapped the rock’s surface with a paw. “I love it. That’s a cute one. I’ll have to pass that along to Duckflower.”

Fireheart, to his own surprise, wasn’t nearly as embarrassed about this as sounding stupid before. “She told me that it was what her mentor called her own kits, and the mentor before that.”

“Aww, the kittypet’s got a Clan mama,” cooed Silverstream.

Fireheart’s ears warmed in self-consciousness, but there was no bite of cruelty in her voice like Darkstripe would have in any remark about Fireheart’s origins. These RiverClan cats had been teasing and joking with each other; surely they were just extending that to him. Hopefully as an act of friendship.

“Very adorable, lad, very adorable,” said Pansyheart, with a tone like she had caught Fireheart’s silent reaction and was trying to sound friendlier than before. “Now, what about Block-of-a-Rock over here? No names for you?”

“Just Greystripe.” The hulking tabby shook his head. “But Silverstream’s been trying to find a good one.”

Silverstream trilled. “You’re a hard one to pin down! I need to get that perfectly mocking and descriptive title for you. No little bully-toss will do.”

“You’re such a generous friend,” Greystripe said sarcastically.

Silverstream winked at him. “Only the best for fluffbutts.”

Privetclaw looked at her, short ears slightly back. “I don’t mean to hamper the fun, but you ought to be careful about how cozy you’re getting if you can’t even pick a nickname for him.”

Greystripe's ears pinned against his head and he had a face of guilt, but Silverstream didn’t skip a beat. “Nothing wrong with having a friend in another Clan, Privy!”

Privetclaw looked away, muttering, “Yeah, Oakclaw probably thought the same thing.”

There was a pause. Not a long one—a smidge of a heartbeat—but a weighted one that sank the happy faces of Pansyheart and Mosspelt. Silverstream’s body tensed just a bit, just enough for her tail to freeze its constant wagging motions.

“Nevermind that,” Pansyheart said when that heartbeat passed. “We’re just having some fun. Though I do say that you ought to have an idea of some good name by now, Silverstream.”

“Ugh.” Silverstream rolled her eyes, but beamed up at Greystripe. “We’ll find the right one, you just wait.”

Another pause, though much lighter. Fireheart decided to break it himself.

“Well,” he said, “I’m glad you all aren’t getting sick anymore. I’m sorry we haven’t brought a whole lot tonight—”

Pansyheart chortled and looked at him with a fondly tilted head. “You are adorable. We’ll be alright for tonight, don’t you worry your fiery little head.”

Fireheart nodded and gave her a blink. “I would like to stay and hear more about history and nicknames and– and all, but I think if we stay here too long, a patrol of our own—an organized patrol—might find us and get angry. We should hunt for our Clan too, anyway. If that’s okay.”

Mosspelt snorted. “Look at him, asking us for permission to hunt for his Clan. I like you, fellow. You two best bounce away into the woods. Be careful to get our scent off you, if it’s there at all. You lot smell like wood to me, but your cats' noses are some of the best out there.”

“Good idea.” Greystripe stood and bumped heads with Silverstream. “Then we’ll see you all later.”

“It was good to talk and learn from you,” Fireheart said quickly as he hopped off after Greystripe.

The RiverClan cats waved their short tails, calling various farewells and well-wishes until the toms ducked into the forest and disappeared from view. Fireheart trotted alongside Greystripe now, feet jittery with excitement over the success of that whole conversation.

Still…

“Privetclaw brought up an interesting point,” he said carefully to Greystripe. “I’m all for making friends, but I think we need to be careful about how close we get to a rival Clan. I know it’s not against the rules to be friendly, but isn’t there some law saying—”

“It’s not like that,” Greystripe said, quick and a little jumpy. “We’re friends. They’re just more affectionate than ThunderClan is, that’s all.”

“Okay, okay,” Fireheart said, soothing. “Just making sure. I don’t want either of you to get in trouble.”

Greystripe shook out his fur, mouth set in a grimace. “Why don’t we just get on with hunting? And find some plants to roll in. I know a patch of sorrel over here, come on—”

Fireheart said nothing, just went along with his friend. He made a note to play it safe himself. As confident as Greystripe was talking, there was no missing that guilt in his eyes.

Exactly how close had those two gotten already?

*”Kemeran”: colonies of cats. Singular is “kemera”.

**”Aram”: affectionate form of arpam, meaning “father”. Equivalent to saying “daddy” or “pops”.

#warrior cats #redux iterum #iterum #chapter #chapter eight #book two #arc one #burning hearts

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notwarriorswiki · 1 year

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Highlights from reviewing this old art book…

How did Hollyleaf have a kit with Fallen Leaves, that guy was dead 💀 He had three dead siblings - Tumblekit, Timekit, and Aurorakit. Oh yeah his name was Leafclaw because… of course he had to be named Leaf.

Why I chose boring Stonestar over Monarchpaw looking back I don’t understand. I made a Crookedstar clone who is infinitely worse.

Snowbush and Lilyheart are together, so I guess I just didn’t think about cousins back then either. He’s called Snowflight and he’s shy at first but becomes super jaded and mean when Lilypaw leaves to become a kittypet.

Oh yeah Sorreltail didn’t die in the Great Battle??? Somehow? She got shot with a GUN????? And it traumatized Lilypaw so much that she dipped out.

Seedflare continues to be the name I use for dead Seedpaw.

Smokey and Floss kits being major characters who to this day I still remember fondly. Three girls and one of them is like the murderous villain and… reincarnation of Tigerstar? Like she doesn’t look like him at all, she’s a white cat with blue eyes - but she apparently was “born when Tigerstar died” like at the same time so she’s like… cursed to be evil???

Kinkfur’s kits? Sparrowpelt, Mistcloud, and Dewkit? Yeah those ones - major characters as well? Sparrow becomes Sparrowstar, Mistshadow is a medicine cat (which inspired the choice in my 10% left AU).

Dovewing has her kits Stonekit and Monarchkit in ThunderClan where everyone thinks they’re Bumblestripe’s, including him, but they’re actually Tigerheart’s and it’s like woah woah :0 big reveal. I don’t even ship TigerDove any more

I was so heteronormative oops

Bramblestar and Squirrelflight have kits but they’re not Alderheart and Sparkpelt… because they didn’t exist in canon yet so uh. They had Hollowkit, Bloodkit, and Acornkit. Hollowpaw died, but there’s Bloodclaw and Acornleaf. Acornleaf became a perma queen.

Thornclaw and Hazeltail kits?!?! Oh no, it’s early 2000s fandom showing itself. Ugh this is where Stonestar’s love interest is who is killed off for man trauma. Rip Skywillow. They also had her brothers Shadesky and Badgertooth. Badgertooth was jealous Shadesky had friends I guess and was an evil little shit. Incel vibes.

Foxleap and Rosepetal kits - Blazestripe, Smokestep, Saplingpool, and later Ashfire and Fuzzystripe. Uhhh Blazestripe died protecting elder Ivypool (yeah it went that far…), Smokestep was blinded in one eye and was a Brightheart apprentice (because at least I did that thank god)

Evil male RiverClan medicine cat who is in love with main villain.

Indigopelt… uhhh some random WindClan cat I have no clue where she came from.

Firestar lineage kit named Firestorm who is influenced by bad guys and has a relationship with a RiverClan cat who she kills when he rejects her and their kits…

Firestorm having a brother named Opalfang (do they know what Opals are???) who is the Jayfeather med cat apprentice and falls in love with a WindClan warrior for double issues. Uhhh he gave his one kit to Firestorm to raise alongside her own because his mate died giving birth because of course.

SnowLily kit from twoleg place named Golden who joins ThunderClan and takes over after Stonestar dies. I still remember liking her a ton genuinely.

The evil cat and her evil medicine cat mate had kits and one of them is like a ball of sunshine despite being raised to kill I guess so he joins ShadowClan. Oh another one of the kits got with Goldenstar somehow?

Oh god the Lionblaze and Cinderheart kits. Oakshade and Blizzardwind, then later Cardinalfeather and…. Rainbowsplash. I hate it here.

Oh Cardinalfeather left to join WindClan and be with his grandpa Crowfeather for some reason.

Toadstep and Blossomfall kits. Hornetsting, Cottoncloud, Fawnpelt, and Turtleshell. Turtleshell ended up being evil because she was jealous of Fawnpelt because she got with Oakshade. Ugh.

Twins named Burningpaw and Drowningsong. Burningpaw died.

#warrior cats #looking at my old childhood notebooks

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signs-of-the-moon · 1 year

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Moon High: Chapter 9

Sunlight trickled through the Newleaf thin branches of the trees overhead, right into Hazepaw's eyes. The moisture from the ground seeped into his fur as consciousness returned to him. And a sense of irritation settled into his belly once he greeted the world with his presence. After parting his jaws in a yawn, Hazepaw turned, beginning to groom the mud and leaf matter off his dense coat. Sleeping outside had never felt so uncomfortable. But with no dens to provide shelter, cats had to make due with what they had.

The clan would be working on building the camp today, no doubt. With the weather calming down, if only temporarily, there was a perfect opportunity to gather materials. Hazepaw hoped the dens would be constructed soon. He didn't know if he could handle sleeping in the forest again without one.

"Hazepaaaw!" Sandybreeze called from across the way. Hazepaw narrowed his eyes as he turned to meet his mentor's chipper smile. How was Sandybreeze so happy and energetic, after everything that occurred yesterday? Hazepaw took his time rising to his paws, padding lazily over to where his mentor waited.

"Glad to see you're awake," she commented, her good mood spoiled by his lack of enthusiasm. "You'll accompany Puddlefur, Dimpath, Seaweedfang, Samson, and Otterpaw on the collecting patrol." Sandybreeze pointed her muzzle towards the awaiting warriors, as if to show how serious she was. Hazepaw resisted the urge to groan, being shot a warning glare by the Oceanclan deputy before he could. Still, he parted his jaws, ready to argue. Then, Otterpaw came trotting over; prompting him to give up the argument before it'd even begun. The last thing he wanted to do was give Otterpaw ammunition to tease him with. Igoring orders would certainly garner the brown molly's commentary. Sandybreeze gave a smug smirk, turning to speak with another group of cats waiting behind her. Hazepaw lowered his head, stalking over to his patrol wordlessly.

"Hey!" Otterpaw called after him, rushing to catch up. But Hazepaw kept moving, ignoring the annoying she-cat for as long as possible.

"Perfect, looks like we're all here," Seaweedfang pointed out as the younger apprentices came to stand at her side.

"Good. Let's not waste any time with chit-chat. We need to start collecting materials as soon as possible," Puddlefur meowed, leading the patrol into the forest with a jerk of his head. Hazepaw was relieved by the silence that had fallen over them, following his superiors into the undergrowth with apathy swirling in his mind. All he wanted to do was complete the mission and go back to camp. Then, perhaps, he could get some training from his mentor. Or some better sleep. Grunt work like den keeping and collecting were the last jobs Hazepaw held interest in. He wanted to use his claws, sink his teeth into something warm and fleshy. He wanted to hunt and fight, like a warrior. An assignment like this was dreadfully boring in compare.

"Where are we headed?" Otterpaw broke the silence, speaking to Samson with a hushed voice.

"To Rubble Path, I believe. Wavestar wants us to do some work there," the older tabby apprentice answered, his gaze trained on the path ahead.

"Work? But aren't we gathering stuff to build our new dens?"

"Well, yeah. But that's only half the mission. We're meant to mark the border, too. I'll explain a little more once we get there."

Otterpaw let out a confused hum, but made no effort to pry more information from the older apprentice. Yet a curiosity sparkled in her yellow eyes that even got Hazepaw interested. As much as he was relieved by the returning silence, Hazepaw also found himself growing curious. What exactly did Samson mean by "work"? Was there more to the mission than collecting materials and leaving fresh scent marks? Anticipation began to build in Hazepaw's chest at the idea of a more eventful day ahead.

The squishy mud underpaw eventually shifted into soft cakey sand, welcoming the Oceanclan cats back onto the beach. Hazepaw cast his gaze in the direction of their original home, shocked to see the ruins of yesterday's storm. Debris littered the sand; branches, leaves, and fragments of rock were scattered everywhere. There were even bits of Twoleg trash scattered about. The shore, which had once been smooth and sunbleached, was now soaked, with new craters and dunes sculpted in the oddest of places. A lot of cleanup would need to be done, once the stormy season had come to an end. For now, Hazepaw turned away from the land of his birth, following his clanmates towards the rocky cliffside bordering their neighbor's territory. The ground began to slope the closer they drew to Rubble Path, and soon the rocky terrain came into clear view. Puddlefur then turned, blocking the patrol's path.

"Alright, here's the plan," he mewed quietly, drawing his clanmates in to huddle around him. Hazepaw brought himself closer to Dimpath's side, listening attentively. The warmth of the she-cat's body did nothing to quell the excited tremble of Hazepaw's. "Otterpaw and Hazepaw will go on ahead. One of you will make your way up the Rubble Path to lay new scent markers, while the other hunts. Go up as far as you can. When a patrol comes, feign stupidity. Hopefully this coaxes Treeclan to chase you off. Then when they try, Seaweedfang, Samson, Dimpath, and I will jump out and attack."

"What's the point of this?" Otterpaw questioned.

"Wavestar thinks we'll need better hunting grounds while we're in the Forest Patch. So, we've been tasked to claim it," Dimpath responded.

"And what's the point of being so sneaky?"

"Oh, we aren't trying to be," Samson smirked. "We're just trying to have a little fun while doing it."

"Heck yeah!" Hazepaw cheered, rearing up on his hind legs giddily. Seaweedfang and Dimpath turned on him at once, hushing Hazepaw with harsh hisses.

"Anyways," Puddlefur continued, eyes rolling, "with the element of surprise on our side, we should be able to send those tree lickers running. Then we can reap the spoils, and gather prime building materials. Finally we can head home, with news of our new piece of territory."

"Do you understand the mission?" Seaweedfang checked, looking at each apprentice in turn. She barely held the gaze of her own apprentice, Samon, giving more attention to the younger pair. Otterpaw looked nervous, but determination glittered in her yellow eyes as she nodded. Then Hazepaw smirked, agreeing to the plan without a heartbeat of hesitation.

Puddlefur shooed the apprentices off with a whisk of his tail, getting closer to the other cats to direct them into their own positions. Hazepaw hurried on ahead, leaving Otterpaw to pad unsurely behind. He didn't want to waste time deciding who would hunt and who would mark the border. Hazepaw already knew he was the perfect cat to push the boundaries of the territory.

As he stepped paw onto the stones which made up the Rubble Path, a clear image filtered into his mind. At the top of the slope he could see the pretty Treeclan molly, Moonpaw, smiling down at him. She beckoned to the white tom, inviting him to join her. Then reality set back in, returning Hazepaw to the present. It had only been a few days since he had met the silver Treeclan apprentice. Yet Hazepaw found himself so compelled to see her again. Maybe she would be on the patrol that Oceanclan was hoping to run into. Would she be happy to see he'd come all the way up the slope? Probably not; not under these circumstances at least. But still, the thought of Moonpaw being there excited him greatly. So, Hazepaw carefully picked his way up the hill until his paws touched the soft, dewy grass at the edge of the forest. The sound of birdsong in the distance filled his ears and called him forward, closer to Treeclan's woods. As he went to take another step, the patter of crumbling rocks suddenly made him pause. Hazepaw looked in one direction, then another, parting his jaws to taste the air. There was certainly a Treeclan patrol nearby, but they hadn't made it to the end of the territory yet. So what was that sound? Hazepaw looked over his shoulder to see Otterpaw halfway up the slope, a small lizard dangling in her jaws.

"Ew, get rid of that thing," he told her with his nose wrinkling.

"No way," Otterpaw countered, putting the lizard at her paws. She bent her head down, taking a couple of bites out of it. "I haven't eaten today. And I was told to hunt. Since that's not what we're actually here for, I'm having it as a snack!"

"You're disgusting," Hazepaw snarled. "You couldn't catch something normal that Treeclan would care about you eating?"

"It's still prey isn't it?" Otterpaw countered. "I'm doing my part for the mission, regardless of how palatable anyone might find it to be. But if it pleases you so much, I'll leave the rest for the crows." As if to prove a point, Otterpaw pushed the half eaten lizard away, burying it slightly beneath some pebbles. Then she turned in a new direction, sniffing for something tastier to catch. Hazepaw rolled his eyes, giving his attention back to the forest ahead. Apprehension made him hold a paw up to his chest, before he finally put it down into the better part of enemy territory. He approached one of the last few rocks on the top of the hill, spraying his scent on it. Then he moved forward, aiming to mark a nearby tree. As he stood only a fox-length away, a Treeclan warrior sprang down from the canopy. Then they rose to full height, glaring at the white apprentice. Hazepaw jumped back in surprised. He bristled, trying to make himself appear twice his size.

"Oceanclan!" Hissed the cat, prompting his patrolmates to join him on the ground below. Hazepaw examined each cat, disappointed that none of them were Moonpaw. But one cat looked similar to her, a gray and white warrior with long fur and angry pale green eyes. He stood tall, trying to intimidate the Oceanclan apprentice.

"Do you realize how far into Treeclan's territory you've come, 'Paw?" Asked the first cat, a brown spotted tom with a reddish-brown underbelly.

"Nope," Hazepaw deadpanned, making himself look bored.

"Go back to the beach where you belong," the gray and white warrior commanded, his tail swaying behind him.

"Or what?" Hazepaw challenged.

"Robinspots!" A ginger and white apprentice called. "There's another cat on the stones!"

The brown spotted warrior, Robinspots, turned to look in the direction of the younger tom. Hazepaw too, followed his gaze. Otterpaw was nearly at the top of the slope, her head held high. There was a mouse in her mouth now, a pretty sizable one at that.

"Prey stealer!" Yowled the only molly on Treeclan's patrol, a light brown warrior with darker color points.

"Your leader will be hearing about this," warned the gray and white tom with ears now flat against his head.

"Forget that," spat the molly, turning on the tom, "lets drive them away! They're only apprentices."

"Thrushmask's right, Wolfheart," Robinspots agreed.

Wolfheart grunted out a "fine", baring his teeth at Hazepaw.

Hazepaw immediately crouched, building up energy in his haunches before bounding away. "Run!" He caterwauled at Otterpaw, making her turn and flee. The Treeclan patrol pursued them down the Rubble Path, only a mouse-length away from reaching them.

As soon as the apprentices' paws hit the sand below, Puddlefur, Dimpath, Seaweedfang, and Samson sprang from their hiding spots. They pounced on the unsuspecting Treeclan warriors, clawing at their pelts with ferocity.

"Hold this," Otterpaw meowed, tossing Hazepaw her mouse. Hazepaw caught it just as the brown molly turned to join the frey, jumping on the ginger and white Treeclan apprentice. He let out a startled yowl, rolling onto his back without Otterpaw having to force him to. But the Treeclan apprentice was not submitting to her. He feigned defeat, then kicked up into Otterpaw as she came to land blows to his most delicate area.

Otterpaw was thrown back, her balance undone as she attempted to land on shaky paws. Then the Treeclan apprentice sprang up, throwing himself at the vulnerable she-cat. Hazepaw jolted, dropping the prey he'd been holding to go save his clanmate. He knocked the ginger and white apprentice away, hissing at him threateningly.

"Sunpaw, get back!" Shouted Thrushmask, rushing over to provide aid. But before she could reach him, Samson came barreling into her side, knocking the wind out of the enemy warrior. He clawed at her flank, causing her to cry out. But Thrushmask didn't allow a little pain to stop her. With all of her warrior strength, the burmese she-cat pushed Samon away with a shrug from her side, swinging a paw around to slap him in the muzzle. Samson yelped, backing away for a heartbeat to recuperate. Hazepaw came to fill the position the tabby tom had left open, swinging for Thrushmask's face. Thrushmask got back onto her paws, dodging each of Hazepaw's blows. She unsheathed her claws again, throwing a hit back at him. Blood sprinkled out from the cut she'd made along his chin, staining the white tom's fur. Hazepaw hissed throwing himself at her. The two cats tussled along the wet sandy floor, spraying sediment and torn out fur as they went. Thrushmask eventually pinned the fluffy white tom, her jaws around his throat and claws digging into his belly fur. At that moment, the memory of Tunafin's hollow eyes flashed in Hazepaw's mind, causing him to shrink in place. Would he really end up dead like that, during his first battle no less? Hazepaw allowed himself to go limp, submitting to the stronger Treeclan warrior before she could commit to ending his pitiful existence. Thrushmask eased up on his at once, kicking him away. Hazepaw skulked off on defeat, his body low to the sandy floor. His clanmates soon followed, each looking as defeated as he was.

"And don't come back!" One of Treeclan's warriors yowled after them, as the rest tilted their heads back to caterwaul their victory. Shame and humiliation burned beneath Hazepaw's pelt as he and the other Oceanclan cats retreated back to their temporary camp. Their mission was a failure. Hazepaw had lost his first fight. What would the clan think?

"You're back already?" Wavestar asked as the five cats entered the clearing the clan had settled in. He studied them all for a few heartbeats, grunting in disappointment. "I'll take it you lost the skirmish?"

"Yes, Wavestar..." Dimpath admitted with her head lowered. Bluesky and Curlear came padding over a few moments later, healing herbs in their jaws. They each settled beside a cat, dabbing marigold and cobwebs along scratches and bites. Hazepaw winced as Curlear pressed some petals against his chin wound, the old wrinkled tom glaring to get him to stay still.

"How did the apprentices fair?" The gray tabby leader questioned further.

"They all fought bravely," Seaweedfang answered, head tilted as Bluesky draped cobwebs along her freshly torn ear.

"Samson, especially," Puddlefur chimed in. "He fought like a warrior today. I think he's earned the title, now."

"But...but I lost the fight!" Samson stuttered, surprised by his clanmate's words. Had today been his warrior assessment, Hazepaw wondered.

"Defeat does not define a warrior's skills," Wavestar explained. "Courage, strength, strategy, and determination are what makes a cat a warrior. I believe in Puddlefur's words. And as long as Seaweedfang agrees, I believe you are ready to become a full member of Oceanclan."

Tears welled at the corners of Samson's amber eyes. He raised a paw to each, wiping the wetness away. Stupid kittypet, Hazepaw thought. How soft can you be, crying over such sappy words?

"Oww!" Hazepaw whined as Curlear dabbed marigold on another of his pesky wounds.

"Thank you, Wavestar. For having such faith in me. I promise I'll be a warrior who'll make the clan proud!" Samson mewed, voice cracking a little pathetically.

Wavestar stepped forward, resting his tail on the brown tabby tom's shoulder. "You already are," he assured, beckoning him with a head tilt. "Come."

Oceanclan's leader moved to another part of the camp, Samson following in toe. Hazepaw went after them as well, wanting to have a good seat during the ceremony. Curlear tried calling after him, but quickly gave up, instead giving his attention to Otterpaw. As Hazepaw settled into a spot, Wavestar called together a meeting, jumping onto the low hanging branch of a tree.

"Today is an important day for Oceanclan. Samson has completed his warrior training, met all the goals set for him, and has learned the warrior code," Wavestar began, temporarily giving his attention to Samson's mentor. "Seaweedfang, do you believe your apprentice is ready to become a warrior?"

"I do," Seaweedfang agreed. "He's worked harder than most apprentices his age. He's definitely earned it."

Hazepaw never realized that Samson had to try harder than other cats to become a warrior. But he supposed it made sense. Samson had been born a kittypet, much like his mother Bellapool. They'd come to join the clan about five moons ago, when Samson was just old enough to be named a 'Paw. The pair were still set in their soft way of life in the beginning. But Samson really wanted to be a warrior. Hazepaw supposed through rigorous training, the dark brown tabby had finally broken himself away from acting so pampered. He was a real Oceanclan cat now. He earned it.

"Samson, step forward," Wavestar commanded. Samson did as he was told, looking to his leader with pride in his eyes. Wavestar smiled down in turn, then tilted his muzzle towards the sky above. "I, Wavestar, leader of Oceanclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has worked hard to learn the ways of your nobel code, and I commend him, to you, as a warrior in his turn. Samson, do you promise to uphold the warrior code; to protest and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," Samson promised.

"Then by the power of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Samson, from this day forward you shall be known as Samsontail. Starclan honors your balance and level-headedness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Oceanclan."

Wavestar leaped down from his perch, approaching the dark brown tabby tom. He rested his chin upon the new warrior's head, earning a respectful lick on the shoulder in return.

"Samsontail! Samsontail! Samsontail!" Cheered the clan, silenced a few moments later by a swish of Wavestar's tail.

"Samsontail has chosen to become a Fighter and a Hunter. His duties shall begin the day after tomorrow. In the meantime, he will sit a silent vigil tonight and guard the camp while the rest of us sleep, to show that he is a true warrior of this clan," he concluded, allowing the clan to step forward and congratulate their newest warrior. Precious and Shimmerpaw gathered at Samsontail's sides, squealing about how they'd be the next to earn their names. Urchinpaw stood in front of the new warrior, receiving a reassuring rub on the head from the older tom's paw. The wiry tom's fur became even messier from it and he screeched, while Samsontail laughed at the younger cat's reaction.

All the while, Hazepaw watched on from the sidelines, uncomfortable with all the noise and happiness going on just a couple bear-lengths away. He barely noticed when Eelnose came to sit beside him, too distracted watching the going ons of his clanmates. His fur bristled ever so slightly as he waited to see what the ginger and white molly had come to bother him about.

"Hello, mother," he greeted dryly.

"Hello, my son," Eelnose purred in his ear. "Wasn't that meeting so inspiring?"

"I guess," Hazepaw shrugged, keeping his head pointed towards the crowd.

"It's nice to see that even the lowest among us are capable of such great things," she commented. "And what about you? Surely my son is living up to my legacy?"

"I fought my hardest during the skirmish, if that's what you're implying," he grunted, resisting the urge to let his ears fold.

"Did you?" Eelnose hummed. "That's not what I heard. Dimpath told me how you submitted yourself to that Treeclan warrior you were fighting against."

"So?" Hazepaw turned meet her gaze, nostrils flaring in anger. "She had her teeth to my throat. What else would you expect me to do? Let myself die?"

"I expect you to try harder," Eelnose answered harshly. "Do you understand how embarrassing it is for me to find out my own flesh and blood lost his first real battle? At your age I was taking down warriors twice my size!"

"Well I'm not you!" Hazepaw countered with a hiss. He could feel his temper flaring within him, like an ember fanned by a rising gale. It was ready to blaze, and Hazepaw welcomed it, preparing to spit it out in a moment's notice.

Eelnose gave him an icy glare, an ugly scowl pulling down her lips. "No. You're not." She agreed.

In an instant, Hazepaw felt his fire be extinguished. The disappointment on Eelnose's face was undeniable. And although Hazepaw was angry at his mother for trying to compare the two of them, he couldn't help being overwhelmed with guilt. As much as he hated how Eelnose made the simplest things about herself, he still admired her greatly. Her opinions mattered to him. To know that he failed his mother made him feel as though he were failing him.

"I-" he hesitated. "I'll...I'll do better next time..." Hazepaw murmured, lowering his head. Eelnose rested her chin between his ears.

"See that you do," she whispered. "One of these day, I'd like to see that be you, earning your warrior name after fighting valiantly in battle. I want you to make me proud."

"Yes, mother..." Hazepaw agreed. "I'll do better," he reiterated.

"That's my boy," Eelnose purred, giving the white tom a lick before walking away to join the clan's celebration.

Hazepaw remained where he sat, isolated from the rest of his clanmates like he usually was. He felt better here, away from the crowd, while being riled up from speaking with his mother. He stewed in his thoughts, replaying the events from the past few days over and over again in his mind. Maybe he had been off his game, after the shock of Tunafin's death. Maybe he had been allowing it to weigh him down. He'd just have to try harder to be less soft about that sort of thing. He couldn't let defeat and death bring him down. He had to keep on fighting, no matter what. Hazepaw swore to himself that in the next battle, he would not lose. Even if his clanmates would retreat, he would be victorious in his own personal fight. He had to be. That was the only way to earn his place in the clan. And then, someday, Hazepaw could feel comfortable enough to join them.

#warrior cats #warrior cats ocs #wcs #wcs ocs #Signs of the Moon: Moon High #Signs of the Moon #Moon High #Chapter 9 #haze pov

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davids-cartoon-corkboard · 2 years

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Thoughts on episode 1!

The Bodhisattva Guanyin was the one who helped Sun Wukong and company deal with Red Boy and the Samadhi Fire in Journey to the West, so presumably this assignment was from her. But it’s more about Nezha than the map- it was a test of wisdom for him. If the Bodhisattva truly wanted the Samadhi fire to be separated for the rest of eternity, then why just seal the map? Why not seal it and hide it? (I assume it can’t be destroyed or significantly damaged, since it survived the seal exploding.)

The Bodhisattva anticipated that the Samadhi fire would be needed- so when she told Nezha to protect the map with his life, she didn’t mean for him to keep it away from everyone, forever, no exceptions. She meant for him to keep it from falling into the wrong hands, to give it to the right person when the time came, to make sure no one stole it from that person, and to otherwise help them.

Perhaps Nezha didn’t grasp what the Bodhisattva meant, or perhaps he just didn’t think Sun Wukong deserved the map. Either way, he’ll be an antagonist a bit longer, trying to take it back until he realizes he should actually be helping SWK and company. Though he may have a hard time either way, if his powers took as big of a hit as SWK’s did.

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Watch out Zhu Dachu, SWK’s gonna steal your man! Zhu Dachu may feel jealous if he thinks Tang Shifu prefers SWK’s company over his. He’s a noodle shop owner, how can he measure up to this legendary hotshot celebrity-warrior?

SWK and Zhu Bajie would often butt heads on the Journey, so it’s no surprise that SWK could have that dynamic with his reincarnation in season 3.

That SWK says “we” here suggests this was something he did with the OG Journey members. The details of this mission and whether this was during or after the actual Journey I assume we’ll find out later.

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We’ve also got part 2 of Sha Dali Abruptly Appearing Out Of Nowhere. Part 1 was in “To Catch a Leaf”.

These are three consecutive frames XD. Hey, funny thing, there’s another character who does that!

Sha Dali and the Not-Mayor are connected somehow, and I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on there. I can’t help but worry it could happen again...

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Sir I’m going to have to ask you to stop being adorable. As expected of Mr. Deceptive Shadowy Guy, it’s hard to tell how much of his confusing mix of affection and hostility towards Qi Xiaotian is from him having genuinely conflicted emotions and how much is him deliberately being confusing to mess with QXT and SWK.

Also he’s 100% projecting here when he lifts QXT up by the neck and calls him trash. Macaque schedules an appointment with Sha Dali’s therapist when, LMK crew?

YEAH THAT’S RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER BE AFRAID. Like, obviously QXT and SWK are nervous b/c they’ve been depowered, but Macaque hasn’t been depowered, and he’s still intimidated by Long Xiaojiao! LXJ Can Go Little A Apeshit. As A Treat. Let Her Kill.

“Interesting! Ah, you’re that little-known dragon girl” is making me squint a bit tho like. Ostensibly he’s continuing with his train of thought from “Shadow Play”, and wants to make LXJ feel resentful that she’s “little-known” in comparison to QXT. But... is it possible he’s realized she’s the reincarnation of Ao Lie? Ao Lie has never technically been mentioned so far in LMK, so maybe the writers are waiting until the right moment to reveal she was actually a girl dragon all along? Will Macaque share this information with anyone, or keep it to himself? Will he connect the dots about the rest of QXT’s friends?

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Oh hey would you look at that, a bunch of Macaque clones came out of SWK’s shadow. And SWK’s clones dogpiling (monkeypiling?) Nezha earlier calls attention to how Macaque will use the same tactic with his clones. Huh. I wonder what it could mean. It sure is a mystery. (Macaque is a clone of SWK’s who went rogue but White Bone Spirit messed with both of their memories so neither of them are aware of it. Big Reveal and subsequent identity crises from both of them impending.)

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I like how SWK got wound up when QXT copied him, hopefully it’ll click for him that what he does really affects QXT... and conversely, QXT should realize that “monkey see, monkey do” isn’t always the best course of action.

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(Screenshots and subtitles courtesy of chrossrank on twitter.)

(Opening) (Ep. 1: You Are Here) (Ep. 2) (Ep. 3) (Ep. 4) (Ep. 5)

(Ep. 6) (Ep. 7) (Ep. 8) (Ep. 9) (Ep. 10)

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid spoilers #edit: thank you to Anon for helping me correct an error in the first paragraph!

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luimagines · 3 years

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He Accidentally Hurt You Pt. 1

Masterlist

Takes place while in the group, written as a platonic relationship.

this one got away from me entirely, so I had to split it up

Warrior

“I’m telling you, we need to head west!”

“And head straight into enemy territory? I don’t think so!”

“Wild’s right, Warrior. We can’t just sit around here and wait for them to come to us or the people of the town. We’re the only ones who can do something about it.”

“Need I remind the both of you that we’re all tired as hell as well? We have no potions or healing items, our weapons haven’t been tended to in over a week because of the constant fighting and everyone has an injury in one way or another. We can’t afford to keep going at this rate. We’re lucky enough to have enough food as it is.”

You glanced at the W Trio. Wild, Wind and Warrior.

They’ve been going over the map and strategies for the past hour and it’s getting tiring. That normally would have fallen to Time and Twilight to talk to Warrior about it but they went ahead as the currently strongest of all to secure the perimeter.

It hasn’t been going great.

You sighed and stood up, making your way over to where they were.

Warrior was getting worked up and his gestures became more agitated and pronounced.

They needed to stop.

“Ok, guys, take five and a breather.” You started before your head snapped backwards.

The arguing stopped instantly.

“Oh for Din’s sake! Are you ok?.” Hands covered your own as you felt your face trying to pry them off to get a read on the damage done. “Oh course this has to happen.”

You took a step back and plugged your nose for good measure.

Wild and Wind both look tense and looked between the two of you, expecting something to blow up in their faces.

“Well that was unnecessary.” You spoke after a tense beat.

Warrior bit his lip, warring within himself to both step forward to comfort you and too afraid of pushing your boundaries more than he already has. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Does it hurt?”

“I’ll live if that’s what you’re asking me.” You raised an eyebrow. “I was going to say that you should all take a break and leave it for a while. Maybe take a nap and come back to it once Twilight and the Old Man can have a say. Because yeah, we’re all tired as hell. I don’t think you liked the idea though.”

Warrior had the decency to look ashamed. “That was unintentional.”

“Regardless, I think I’m bleeding.” You smirk. “You’ve got quite the arm Captain. Last time I checked, a backhanded slap was usually reserved for-”

“Please don’t make this any worse.”

You laughed.

Wind

“Wind! Get down from there!” You called up the tree.

Mr. Sticky Fingers had taken something important from you, not that he knew what it was and you didn’t plan on telling him it’s importance since it was mostly sentimental value but the kid turned it into a game instead.

“I’m not going to climb after you Pirate!”

“I guess it’s mine then!” He taunted back.

You glared at his smirking face and snapped your head to the group. “Excuse me Wild Child, care to lend a hand? You’re the best tree climber among us and I’d really like to get my item back.”

Wild looked up and spotted Wind in the tree. He shrugged and stood up, making his way over. “I can make that climb. Sure.”

“Uh oh.” Wind huddled into himself on the nearest branch before making a mad dash through the tree.

Wild followed closely and you stepped under the tree to get a better view of the chase. The multitude of branches and leave and twigs made it hard to see through and you didn’t see make the executive decision to jump down.

And it seemed as if he didn’t see you either.

You both landed on the ground, a sickening crack following shortly. Your cry of surprise quickly turning into one of pain.

Wind jumped off of you as if you burned him but stayed close, handing your item back as if that would fix the problem.

The boys crowded you instantly. Hyrule led the charged followed by Twilight and Time. Warrior pulled Wind aside to give them room, Wild jumped down from the tree and Legend chose to stand closer to Hyrule to get a look over his shoulder. Four and Sky held back, concerned faces mirroring each other.

“I think you broke my arm.” You gritted through your teeth.

“I didn’t.... I didn’t mean-” Wind spoke up but bit his lip, cutting himself off. He knew there was no saving him.

“What on earth was so important that it had to come to this?” Time glared at the both of you. You would have felt a little more embarrassed because it was easily avoidable but at the same time, it was your dominant arm and now you struggled to sit up.

“Wind took an item of mine and refused to give it back. To keep me from getting it back, he climbed up a tree and I asked wild to help me out. The kid jumped on me and this happened. End of story.” Hyrule looked up at you questionably before snapping the bones back into place. A scream tore through your throat before you could stop it. “‘RULE! A little warning next time?!”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s better if you aren’t expecting it.”

“What’s so special about that item anyway, if you don’t mind me asking?” Sky came a little closer to rub comforting circles on your back. Hyrule took that as his cue to begin healing the injury properly. “Is it magic?”

Pain clouded your judgment slightly. “No, not exactly.”

“What is it then? It doesn’t look like anything special.” Legend gripped the tip of it and you pulled it closer to your chest, away from the others. “It’s defiantly not magic.”

“Not in the traditional sense.” You agreed. The pain was slowly fading away now, but with the quickening of the healing process, it looked worse than it did before. You turned your eyes away from the black and blue mess.

“It’s... the last gift my mother ever gave to me.” You admitted. “It’s a special kind of magic that only means something to me.”

“The sentimental kind.” Four smiled sadly.

You nodded in agreement. “But it’s not like it does anything. It’s only a token really. However... I’d rather die then let anything happen to it.”

The group stood around you silently, taking in the information.

“I’m sorry.” Wind stood before you. “I didn’t-”

You held your good hand up. “It’s not broken, I knew you would never try that and I got it back. I’m not even mad, just don’t do it again.”

He looked worse after your words, as if it was the worse news you could have told him. You knew the feeling. You felt like maybe it would help him feel better to get yelled at or something equivalent of a punishment but it wasn’t in your nature.

Once that mess was cleared up, he stayed to close to you but was unusually quiet.

You made it a point to make sure that he knew you were still on good terms by the end of the day.

Wild

“I wonder if theses are ok to eat.” You mutter to yourself. Poking at a berry bush that was near your camp, you heard (and felt) your stomach rumble. “Wild would probably know. Hyrule might know as well but....”

THWIP

Something was imbedded in your leg.

“OH MERCY ME!” You fell over, narrowly avoiding the berry thorn bush and looked down. “FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY- WHAT IN THE WORLD-!”

An arrow.

An arrow was just... sticking out of your leg.

Rustling came from the bushes beyond and out popped a twig and leaf covered head of hair. A scarred face came next that expressed confusion to immediate concern and shock. Wild jumped over the bush and made a mad dash to your side.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I thought you were an animal.” He crouched down by your side and hovered his hands around the offending object.

“Why on earth did you think I was an animal?” You nearly cursed him then and there.

It hurt. It hurt and hurt and he wasn’t doing anything!

“I heard a growl.” He admitted, a bright blush on his face.

“No, that was me and my stomach. I’m hungry man! I was just checking if those berries were edible.” You growled and tried to move over but your leg wouldn’t cooperate without sending bouts of burning static up to your hip.

“That was a crap shot anyway. It wouldn’t have taken the animal down regardless.” Wild muttered to himself.

“Excuse you but I’m the one who was shot. Take it out!”

“Ok, ok, ok, hold on.” He placed a bracing hand on your leg and grip the arrow in the other. “Deep breath. Ready? One. Two.”

“OUCH! YOU SICK, TWISTED, SON OF A-”

“Here.” Wild handed you a potion. You recognized it as a healing item of his, even if the bottle was wrong and uncorked it, gulping it down with vigor.

“You owe me Champion.” You crossed your arms when you finished, handing the bottle back to him.

“I’ll cook you something. Anything you want.” He nervously scratched the back of his head. “Those berries aren’t edible anyway.”

You blinked at him and the berries, not pouting at all. Your glare hardened at the plant. “I blame you.”

“The plant?”

“I just wanted to eat something!”

Legend

You couldn’t believe it.

There he was, sleeping in your bedroll.

You were tired as it was and didn’t have the energy to put up with it. Instead of anger though...It was mostly confusion.

Why was Legend asleep in your bed roll?

Was he really that tired that he just didn’t care? Probably. The nightmares were bad the night before and he was working nonstop the whole day.

You couldn’t fully blame him. He probably didn’t even notice.

Still.

You were exhausted as well and you refused to take his spot.

You walked over and shook his shoulder.

BAM

You stumbled backwards and eventually fell over, your hands covering your face.

Legend sat up blearily and blinked for a solid minute before realizing his fist was still raised.

“Legend!” You yelled at him. “What the heck man? You can’t punch to save your life!”

“What?”

“That’s my bedroll, dumb bell. I would like to sleep please.” You crossed your arms and stared him down. “Also, I’m telling Twilight you can’t punch for crap.”

Legend pushed himself up and looked beneath him. “Oh. Sorry. Wait. What about my punching?”

”You suck at it.”

He glared at you for a moment before taking a swing in your direction.

You dodged it easily and grinned. “Your form definitely needs work.”

“Shut up!”

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #good golly Wind's got away from me #I have to split it #part 2 will be out soon.

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therealyaspen · 3 years

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Possessed Legend Go Brr

You know I was gonna just post a snippet bc I stopped writing this like five months ago bUT HERE HAVE A MESSY, UNEDITED BUT COMPLETE THING I GUESS?? Any grammatical errors will probably be looked over tomorrow dfnsav

So. The Lost Woods were still creepy as hell. Good to know. A dense fog still covered the area, and crows still screamed their call-and-respond at random seemingly just to startle anyone not expecting it. The same old eerie lantern-light darted between the trees, the same poes laughed at the group as they got up and dusted themselves off.

Some things would never change, Legend supposed, no matter how often you came back.

"Looks like the Lost Woods," Time observed. "Do we know whose era we're in?"

"Mine," Legend said with a glance at the pedestal in the middle of the clearing, "The Sword looks just like I left it."

Sky sighed sadly. "This place is so... different," he said, then turned to Legend and asked, "Are you going to take it?"

Legend shook his head. "Better to leave it here for now, I think." In truth, he didn't want to hold the blade ever again. Too many memories involved his hand clenched tight around the azure hilt of the Master Sword until his knuckles turned white. Without another word on the matter, he started walking. "We should probably get going before that scaly bastard can put anymore distance between himself and us. Follow me and stick close--Hyrule, no wandering off."

And so began the journey through the woos. As the group of heroes left the Sword behind them, however, it became increasingly apparent that something was wrong with the Lost Woods. The further they went from the clearing, the more obvious the signs were. The plants were wilting and turning a sickly purple grey color, the crows got to be fewer and fewer. Wild was caught trying to grab mushrooms that even Legend hadn't seen before three times. Even the poes seemed to notice that something was amiss and were avoiding the rest of the forest as much as they could.

Hyrule was the first to say anything. "Something's not right. There's magic here, but it's... wrong. Like Dark Link's," he announced, reaching up to touch a grayed leaf and recoiling with a yelp when it crumbled to dust in his hand. It almost looked like it had burned the Traveler.

"Then all we can do is stay on our toes and trust Legend to get us out of here," Twilight replied, and Legend noted the way that his pelt almost looked like the fur on the back of an animal's neck, bristling and on high alert. He nodded.

"New rule--don't touch anything. Wild, for Din's sake, put the mushrooms down!"

Wild gave him a kicked puppy look over his armload of slimy, red-capped fungi. "They look like they might be good for cooking!" he protested.

Legend pinched the bridge of his nose. "They also might be poisonous, you--" the Veteran stopped mid-sentence, and not of his own volition. He felt his arms drop to his sides, his face go slack. What the hell...? What in the actual goddess-damned fuck?! He wanted to shout, to rip whatever was doing this to him a new asshole, but he couldn't.

This was... something else. Something other.

"...Legend? You okay?" Wild asked. "It's fine dude, I'll put them down." Gingerly, he set the mushrooms on the ground, then put his hands up when Legend--or rather, the thing that was controlling Legend--didn't look away or change its expression or do anything. Get the fuck out of me! I swear to Hylia, I'll kick your ass! Legend swore at whatever it was, trying to force even just a little twitch of his finger.

Four looked at him warily. "Is he... do you guys think he can even hear us? Legend?" he asked, tentatively walking over to him. Yes! Yes, I can, and I have no goddess-damned clue what the hell's going on! Hyrule's arm shot out to stop Four. His eyes were wide, never leaving Legend.

"Don't," he said, voice cracking a little. "Something... something's really wrong."

Whatever had taken Legend's body finally decided to speak. Its voice was raspy and quiet and most certainly not his own. It sounded almost like fallen leaves scraping against the bare earth in the fall. "Trespassers... leave..."

Then Legend felt himself be thrown forward in a leap towards Hyrule, sword out and ready to attack. Move! He screamed, but again, his mouth didn't so much as twitch. Four grabbed the other hero and pulled him down just barely in time to avoid getting sliced in half, but the sound of steel cutting through flesh was as clear as Hyrule's scream as the blade struck him. The Traveler had a massive gash in his side. legend's arm moved up to deal a death blow, and he was begging now, Please, don't do this! Don't kill him, don't kill any of them, they're all I have--

Clang!

Legend would have cheered at the sound of his sword striking Wild's shield if he could. Wild pushed outwards with a shout, sending Legend stumbling back. Warriors and Time were on him before whatever had him could even think about getting up, though the thing was apparently much stronger than he was and was struggling violently in an attempt to throw both of them off. "What the hell are you doing?!" Warriors bellowed. The fury in his eyes almost physically burned, and Legend didn't really blame him. He'd probably react much the same.

"He's not himself," Time said. His voice was strained, and Legend could see that behind his neutral expression was a barrage of emotions. He couldn't imagine any of them were particularly pleasant. "Someone grab his sword!"

Twilight was just barely able to pry the weapon from his grip, which seemed to just further aggravate the thing inside him. Time and Warriors both ended up being thrown off. "Damn, that was... has he always been this strong?" Warriors muttered, getting up swiftly and moving to aid Sky in trying to grab Legend again.

It's probably whatever's causing him to act like this," Sky guessed. He blocked a punch aimed directly at his head and Legend silent-howled in pain as his fist connected with solid metal, but his body landed a blow to the Skyloftian's gut and a kick to Twilight's left knee.

He was sent downwards when Wind charged him and grabbed ahold of the back of his legs, then swore internally as his newly-retrieved sword tore through the Sailor's calf. "Fuck! I don't want to hurt him, but this asshole's sure not taking it easy on us!" the kid exclaimed.

Twilight was back on his feet quickly, though Legend noticed that he was favoring his injured knee just a little. He hoped to whoever would listen that this thing didn't see it too. Sky was a little slower to recover, but he got back up before Legend shook Wind off of him.

"Hey!"

Legend's head snapped in the direction of the shout to see Warriors. The Captain looked jarringly unsure and a little surprised, as if he hadn't meant to yell. He shook his head and the surprise disappeared, though he was clearly still uncertain. Legend was barreling into him before he could start speaking, and he hardly had time to get his shield up. "Snap our of it, Legend! This isn't--I know you're still in there!"

The thing controlling Legend kicked at Warriors' ankles, sending him toppling down. Warriors went at Legend's own ankles, hard. Fucking ow, asshole. Legend didn't even have time to think before he was on his stomach, Warriors holding his left wrist firmly against the ground and rendering the sword he held useless. The Captain's knee was in his back, and his full weight was holding Legend down. The whatever-it-was struggled, thrashing to get free, but the others were quick to secure his other limbs.

There was a beat of silence, save for ragged breathing and the sounds of a frantic attempt to get free, before Warriors spoke. His weight shifted a bit. "Sorry, Legend. We'll figure this out, I promise."

Then there was a pain in the back of Legend's neck, and he was released into unfeeling darkness.

~~~

When Legend awoke, the first thing he noticed was the rope tying his hands together. The second was the very familiar bed, and the third...

"Oh, Mister Hero! You're awake!"

Legend groaned and gave Ravio the evil eye when he helped him sit up, but was relieved to find that he could move his body on his own now. "What the hell am I doing here, and where are the others."

Ravio gasped, placing a hand on his chest. "Oh, you wound me! And here I was, worried you wouldn't wake up yourself!"

"Ravio..."

"Fine, fine--but you did give me quite the scare, you know! Being carried in, unconscious and apparently possessed and all--"

"Ravio!"

The merchant put his hands on his hips. "Hold your horses, Mister Hero, I'm gettin' to it! Your family--" Ah. Yeah. He had called them that, hadn't he? "--didn't have time to say much at first. Mister Cape pulled out his sword--somehow, he had the actual Master Sword, what's up with that?!--and did this thing with it Something about purifying a corrupted forest spirit and getting it out of you? I dunno, that kinda went over my head if I'm being honest,... Anyways, the sword burned up his hands pretty bad, so I pointed him and a bunch of the others towards Kakariko so they could find a healer or something. Mister Scarf, Mister Armor, and Freckles headed to the castle to try and get an audience with Zelda for help, in case the whole sword thing didn't work."

Legend frowned, taking a moment to digest all that. So Sky had tried to use the Master Sword to exorcise him? And apparently it had worked? But he'd hurt himself. Now Fable might get involved, and not only would he get the ass-chewing of the century, but she'd be wasting her time she could be spending not worrying about a brother that was okay, really. Legend sighed. "I guess we're gonna have to wait until they get back, then," he said. "Think you can untie me? I'm guessing these were put here in case I woke up and was... not myself." Come to think of it, how had he stayed out that long? Had Hyrule used sleeping potions? That had to be it, there was no ay he would have been out for the entire trek from the Lost Woods to his house otherwise.

A mischievous light glinted in Ravio's eyes. "Hm... I'm not sure, how do I know you're not just that evil, corrupted spirit impersonating Link? Think you can prove you're not?"

"Fucker-- you know damn well I'm not!"

"Mmm, I dunno~"

Legend seethed. "Fine, when you started your 'rental shop' or whatever, the thing that pissed me off the most was that you moved my goddess-damned bed. That good?"

Ravio clapped his hands together, and Sheerow chirped from somewhere across the room. "It really is you, Mister Hero!" he exclaimed cheerfully, going to work at the knot holding Legend's hands together.

He would still be working at it when Time, Warriors, and Hyrule returned with Fable to the sound of Legend screaming at him to just cut the damn thing.

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 3 years

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actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

#not shifting #shitpost #out of context #tw cannibalism #tw stealing #tw poison #tw swearing #tw: drugs #tw: smoking #tw: death

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vodkassassin · 4 years

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🥒✈ doing fuck marry kill using whoever. Obviously they will be overheard, by mqf, mbj, or both. Also can have sqh state his sexuality which is nothing. Ace rep baby.

Yesss danci I can always count on you! Thanks for slipping my hc ace!SQH in there. Ily @dancibayo

—

“I’m bored,” Shang Qinghua grandly announces.

“Yes, so you’ve said, fifteen times already,” Shen Qingqiu states dryly, but his friend steamrolls right over him.

“I am so bored, so,” Shang Qinghua says, “Shen-ge. Fuck, marry, kill.”

Shen Qingqiu startles, nearly dropping his fan. He whips around to stare at the other with wide eyes. Shang Qinghua props himself up onto his elbow and the grin that’s on his face is mischievous and evil.

“Wh—Airplane?” He nearly squawks, and then returns the grin. “No, stop—!”

Shang Qinghua’s grin nearly splits his face. “Fuck, marry, kill! Tianlang-jun—”

“No!” Shen Qingqiu laughs, reaching for the nearby cushion to chuck it at his cackling friend.

Shang Qinghua ducks the projectile and continues. “Tianlang-jun, Zhuzhi Lang—”

“Airplane!”

“And Sha Hualing!”

“Her?” Shen Qingqiu shrieks, diving for another pillow. His fan tumbles to the floor. “Out of everyone you could have picked for the choices, it had to be her?!”

Shang Qinghua, nimble bastard that he is, managed to avoid this cushion too. “First round will be easy! I definitely didn't have a brain blank and totally forgot anyone else existed. Plus! Shen-ge, I have to cater to the player! Bi-represent!”

“If it’s catering to the player, then this isn’t the game to play when it comes to you,” the Qing Jing peak lord grumbles.

He grabs his tea up from the table he sits at and down the entire cup in one go as if it’s a shot.

“You gotta choose!” Shang Qinghua needles, and Shen Qingqiu casts him a glare.

“Goddammit, fine,” he groans. “Um…. Fuck Tianlang-jun—”

Shang Qinghua bursts into laughter.

Shen Qingqiu scowls, but it directly contrasts the grin that is unwillingly stretching across his face. “What? At least I know he’s got experience!”

“Oh my god,” Shang Qinghua gasps, and then waves a hand. “Okay, go on, go on.”

He narrows his eyes at him, and then slowly continues. “Marry Zhuzhi-lang, and kill Sha Hualing.”

“Do you really hate her that much?” Shang Qinghua asks curiously.

“No,” Shen Qingqiu shrugs. “I mean, she’s practically a teenager, and I hate teenagers on principal, but no. She was just the only one left.”

“Fair enough,” Shang Qinghua bobs his head in acquiescence. “Why marry Zhuzhi-lang, though?”

“Well, I can’t fuck him—”

“I mean, you could, you monsterfucker—“

“You’re so goddamn rude, you know that?” Shen Qingqiu rolls his eyes. “He’s just way too…. too baby. I can’t fuck him, so marry it is.”

“Oh, yeah,” Shang Qinghua finally agrees, staring up at the ceiling in thought. “He is just baby, isn’t he? Okay, good choices, I agree.”

“Your turn,” Shen Qingqiu says dangerously. Immediately, Shang Qinghua raises his hands into the air in surrender.

“I can’t play this game!” He whines. “I can’t fuck anybody! That drastically tilts the answer results!”

“Just change fuck to something else!” Shen Qingqiu demands. “You don’t get to just be the one who asks the question every time, that’s boring as fuck. Listen — kiss, marry, kill?”

“Kissing is like, the same as marrying though,” Shang Qinghua squints at the ceiling. He’s lying on his back now, feet dangling off the side of the bed. He gives them tiny, little kicks as he thinks. “Maybe, like, cuddle?”

“Isn’t that the same as kissing?” Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “Just use kiss, moron.”

“Fine, okay, fine. So! Kiss, marry, kill… who?”

“Kiss, marry, kill… Liu Qingge, Mu Qingfang —”

“Oh my god, bro, please—”

“Listen, this is my revenge — and Mobei Jun.”

Shang Qinghua turns his head away from the so very fascinating ceiling just to glare at him. Shen Qingqiu feels so special, very loved. “You totally suck.”

Shen Qingqiu stoops down to grab his fan off the floor and flips it open just to smirk over the top of it at his friend. “You gotta choose.” He quotes.

“I fucking hate you.”

“I mean, you could go back to being bored, it’s all the same to me.”

Shang Qinghua scoffs, lifting his legs up and pressing the heels of his feet into the bed. “God, okay! Umm… kiss… uhh…”

Shen Qingqiu presses a hand against his mouth to smother his laughter. “I’ll wait.”

“Why the hell did you make this so hard for me?” His friend grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “You totally hate me don’t you? Um, kiss Mobei Jun—”

“Called it.”

“Shut up, monsterfucker. Kiss Mobei Jun, marry Mu Qingfang, and— oh fuck,” Shang Qinghua sits up and turns toward him, pout out at full force. “There’s only kill left! Shen-ge! I can’t kill Qingge!”

“You gotta,” Shen Qingqiu shakes his head sympathetically. “That’s the game.”

“This isn’t fair! I gave you an easy out on your first go with Sha Hualing, you have to return the favor!”

“You already started choosing!” Shen Qingqiu argues. “Anyone else I give you now is just me choosing a random person for you to kill!”

“I totally forgot kill was a choice after you gave me the names! Shen-geeeee!”

“Goddammit, fine! You can kill Yue Qingyuan, for me, okay?”

Shang Qinghua pauses his wailing to shoot him an amused look, pout vanishing into nothing. What a brat. “You really have it out for that guy, don’t you? Um, alright, sure, I’ll kill the sect leader for you, but only because we’re bros.”

“Don’t turn this back on me! You’re the one who begged me to give you someone else to kill! Anyway, it’s your turn.”

“Haha! Fuck, marry, kill — Rong Qingsheng, Ju Qingsong, and Qi Qingqi.”

“Easy,” Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “Fuck Rong Qingsheng, marry Qi Qingqi, and kill Ju Qingsong. At least try and make this hard for me, Shang-ge, c’mon.”

“Wow,” Shang Qinghua sits up again to look at him, tugging one of the thrown cushions into his lap to hold. “No hesitation at all! You decided that so fast… what’s the thought process?”

“Rong Qingsheng is pretty, and not a douche at all, so I’d rate him pretty up there on the fuckable scale just for that. Qi Qingqi is a scary lesbian Amazonian warrior, and if I wasn’t male I’d definitely go for her, but if she ever needed to marry a man as, like, a cover for her true lesbian activities while under the thumb a homophobic dystopian government or something, then I wouldn’t mind submitting my application for that.”

“She can be pretty, uh…” Shang Qinghua makes a face. “I mean—”

“Purposefully provocative because she likes watching macho men squirm when she takes them down a peg and also has bigger muscles than them?” Shen Qingqiu sighs dreamily. “Yes, it’s boss as fuck.”

“Okay, I wasn’t going to word it exactly like that, but yeah,” Shang Qinghua admits. “And Ju Qingsong?”

“He’s an annoying pest. Kill.”

“Bro!”

“What? Please, You cannot tell me that you haven’t daydreamed about wringing his neck even once?”

“I mean. He can be kinda—”

“Irritating? Aggravating? Drive-one-to-murder?”

“—But! Under all that he’s a good guy! He can be really sweet, actually! He’s only really like that because he’s got a useless gay crush on—!”

The door is kicked in. Shen Qingqiu startles, dropping his tea straight into his lap while Shang Qinghua gives a loud yelp and falls completely off the bed with a resounding thump.

They both whip around to stare in uneasy and slightly-guilty silence at the group of people standing outside the door.

“Oh my gods,” Ju Qingsong says, face pale and arm still outstretched. “It was so amusing at first, but please don’t kill me, I promise I’ll be better!”

Rong Qingsheng leans around the man and stares at them for a moment, before casting Shen Qingqiu a wink.

“I wouldn’t mind,” the mild-mannered man says, and Shen Qingqiu brings a hand up to rub over his face.

“Not that I’m not incredibly interested to hear what this was all about,” Mu Qingfang says, from behind them, and Shang Qinghua squeaks. “But, it’s time for Shen-shixiong to take his medicine.”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Shang Qinghua pleads, holding his hands up to cover his beet-red face.

“I’ll do you one better,” Shen Qingqiu says calmly, pulling off the tea-drenched outer robe. “If any of you eavesdroppers have loose lips about what you heard here, to anyone, then I will kill you. Understand?”

Ju Qingsong makes an odd sound in his throat, one that sounds both terrified and furious, and the way that the man glances between him and the smirking Rong Qingsheng leads Shen Qingqiu to believe he knows exactly who Shang Qinghua was going to say his ‘crush’ was. How adorable. Too bad for him, then, that Rong Qingsheng seems to find him just as annoying as Shen Qingqiu does.

“There will be no murdering of martial family,” Mu Qingfang says mildly, stepping into the room. “Is that water boiled? I thought I’d try the tea blend, since the capsule form doesn’t agree with you, shixiong.”

“Many thanks,” Shen Qingqiu says.

“Oh, it’s never a problem. Shang-shixiong, Qingge was looking for you. I believe he has the location of one of those flying thunder beasts the two of you were discussing the other day?”

“I don’t wanna go monster hunting again,” Shang Qinghua wails. “Why can’t he just play go with me and call it a day?”

“You’ve overstayed your welcome, Shang-ge,” Shen Qingqiu tells him, smiling politely at the betrayed look his friend shoots him. “Would you mind escorting these two out?”

“See if I ever bring you the newest tea leaf export again,” the An Ding lord huffs, climbing to his feet. “Rong-shidi, Ju-shidi, lets go.”

“Qingsheng, Qingsheng, let's play that game too—!”

“I’m not doing this with you, Qingsong. Shang-shixiong, let's go. I wanted to talk to you about next month's produce quota.”

“Sure thing, Rong-shidi!”

“But, Qingsheng—!”

“Bye, Shen-ge, see you later!” Shang Qinghua chines cheerfully as he tugs the moping man after him. Rong Qingsheng walks out ahead of them. “I had a lot of fun today!”

“Sure,” Shen Qingqiu says, fan fluttering before his face.

He’d enjoyed it too, of course, but he’d never say that out loud. Besides, Airplane already knows, right? There’s no need.

#svsss prompts #scumbag villain self saving system #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #fuck marry kill #peak lord ocs #Mu qingfang #vodka answers #vodkassassin fanfiction #dancibayo

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tallstars-rewrite · 3 years

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Chapter 5

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Tallkit was trying to nap, but he couldn’t stop thinking about why Sandstone didn’t tell him about Leafshine. Perhaps he simply hadn’t wanted to scare him. Besides, Tallkit didn’t know exactly why the accidents had happened. Maybe it was like Crowfur said, they were just confident that the problem was already fixed and there was no need to worry anymore. I wish he hadn’t hurt Lilywhisker’s feelings...but he hadn’t meant to, he was only trying to say that training made it safer! Maybe this is all a big misunderstanding...

It took a long time to start nodding off, but then the sound of Fallowpaw and Fawnpaw bolting into camp, tripping over each other as they went, startled Tallkit awake again. His head was still laying on the shallow dirt pile he’d been anxiously scraping at earlier with little success and he was confused to find there were twigs and grass bits covering his pelt. He shook them off and saw Shrewkit’s tail already disappearing out of the nursery entrance. Briarkit went to follow him and paused to look back at Tallkit, who was pawing another leaf scrap from his ears.

“You fell asleep in the dirt and Shrewkit started stacking leaves and sticks on top of your head.” Briarkit mewed apologetically. “He wanted to see how high he could get it before you woke up...I did tell him to stop! He wouldn’t listen.”

Tallkit was too groggy to be annoyed about the leaf litter. Outside he could see Shrewkit was already dancing around the new apprentices as they described their first view of the territory.

“It’s huge, I never thought the world was that big!” Fawnpaw said. “You’ll never guess what happened--”

“Ryepaw caught a mouse! On our first time out! You should have seen the look on Larkflower’s face, she was so fast!” Fallowpaw said.

Ryepaw padded into camp, her head ducked modestly. She had a plump mouse between her jaws as her mentor followed behind her, although Larkflower wore a surprisingly dark look and her tail flicked back and forth with obvious agitation. Cloudrunner and Aspenfall followed close behind.

“Fawnpaw I’ve already told you twice to stay with me! You’ve got to stop running ahead.” Cloudrunner scolded.

“I bet I could catch a mouse next time” Fawnpaw continued as if he hadn’t heard his mentor. Cloudrunner let out an exasperated sigh.

“Cloudrunner, Aspenfall, Heatherstar will want to speak to us about what we saw.” Larkflower called out.

Tallkit caught up to the others as soon as the older cats had padded away to the leader's den.

“Did you really catch that all by yourself?” He mewed in wonder.

Ryepaw gave her chest fur a couple embarrassed licks after setting the mouse down in the prey heap. “It was a really slow mouse.”

Briarkit was looking after where the warriors had disappeared to. “What's going on with them? They seemed in a hurry.”

“Oh! Right!” Fawnpaw gasped. “I almost forgot, that’s not all that happened, we saw the border to ShadowClan!”

“ShadowClan?” Tallkit’s voice was small. What he had heard about them from the elders hadn’t been good. Shrewkit had even told him that they ate kits that misbehaved and snuck out of the nursery. It was probably nonsense, but Tallkit still shuddered at the thought.

“It smelled just awful.” Ryepaw said, wrinkling her nose. “And some of the scents were lingering pawsteps over the border under the thunderpath. Larkflower said it smelled like a whole patrol was scouting the area. We would have stayed out longer but they wanted to report it right away.”

“ShadowClan tries anything, I’ll claw their ears off!” Shrewkit growled.

“Not if you can’t even reach their ears.” Fawnpaw snickered, “I’m not worried. The clans haven’t had a war in ages, why would ShadowClan want to bother us now?”

Tallkit wanted to believe them but he remembered the dark look of concern on Larkflower’s face and he wasn’t sure. ShadowClan sounded terrifying. A warrior doesn’t fear anything. Sandstone’s voice scolded in his head. Tallkit was going to be a warrior, and he wasn’t going to be scared of ShadowClan. If Shrewkit’s not scared, neither am I! he told himself.

“Nevermind all that,” Fawnpaw continued. “ShadowClan stench isn’t going to ruin my day. We’ve got the evening to ourselves before we have to start doing all the chores around here.”

Tallkit shot a concerned look over his shoulder. He hadn’t made much headway on his makeshift tunnel. “I don’t know if…”

“Oh come on, you’ve been scratching at the dirt all day!” Shrewkit complained.

“Maybe it would be a good idea to take a break,” Briarkit murmured. “But I understand if you don’t want to hang out with the moor runners...”

I did hurt his feelings before… Tallkit thought glumly. “No I...I can. It’s not such a big deal.” he mewed awkwardly.

Fallowpaw and Fawnpaw regaled them with surely exaggerated stories of their brief lap of the moor. It was bigger than ten camps put together and they could look down on the rest of the territories which stretched even further. Tallkit didn’t know or care if it was exaggerated. He couldn’t even begin to imagine it. The WindClan camp being tucked in a divot below Outlook Hill blocked him off from seeing very far or feeling the unrestrained moor wind. It sounded like a different world. Tallkit had even forgotten all about his failed tunnel.

Eventually Fawnpaw said, “Now that it’s getting dark...I’ve got another idea for you kittens.”

Kittens! Tallkit gave an annoyed flick of his tail You’ve barely been an apprentice a day! Don’t start pretending to be a grown up!

“What kind of idea?” Briarkit mewed suspiciously

“Me and Fallowpaw heard the coolest story from Flintfoot yesterday,” he said.

“He said it was a true story his own grandfather told him from his kithood!” Fallowpaw added. “It’s really scary.”

Tallkit wasn’t sure he trusted the gleam in the young apprentice's eyes, and he absentmindedly scooted closer to Briarkit.

“Flintfoot hardly talks to kits at all!” Shrewkit said suspiciously. “What could he have to say that’s any good? Whitetooth is way better at stories, even if he’s a grump the rest of the time.”

“But when Flintfoot does talk, it’s worth listening to” Ryepaw said sternly, “Although...I know the one you’re talking about, and I’m afraid it might be too much for them...Tallkit especially. You really want to tell that one?”

“Yes!” Fallowpaw cried “I’ve been practicing so I can tell it just the way Flintfoot did! I think I'm getting good at it.”

Ryepaw shook her head “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Fawnpaw lifted his nose “Well alright, if you’re all too scared to hear it, I guess it can’t be helped.”

“I-I’m not too scared!” Tallkit tried to sound confident but his voice quavered.

“Neither am I!” Shrewkit said louder.

“I...guess I’m not either,” Briarkit added cautiously.

Ryepaw got to her feet and turned away. “Well I’m not going to join in with you giving the kits nightmares!”

“She’s only leaving because it scared her the first time too.” Fawnpaw scoffed.

“Good.” Fallowpaw suddenly sat up straighter and began. “So...you know about the spirits of StarClan above us, and even the good spirit messengers on the earth--”

“Yeah I know about that!” Briarkit piped up enthusiastically. “Hawkheart said there are messengers from the earth around us that tell us about helpful signs from StarClan if you know how to listen to them, and--”

“Yes, yes!” Fallowpaw said impatiently, “I know you know that but also, Flintfoot told us there are evil spirits too. Unrested spirits, even spirits of cats who were so angry in life that they could never find peace in StarClan, and instead stayed roaming the earth to torment the living.”

“I’ve never heard that…” Briarkit’s said with wide eyes.

“Why would spirits want to torment us?” Tallkit asked fearfully.

“Who knows?” Fallowpaw replied with a shrug. “Maybe they just want everyone to hurt the way they did. Maybe they think they’ll never find peace if there isn’t a payment for what they lost. And they can manifest as anything! You may not even know an evil spirit is upon you until it has you.”

Tallkit scooted even closer to Briarkit, until he was almost hiding under his plush red-brown fur.

“And the story that Flintfoot heard is about a cat who became one of those bad spirits,” Fallowpaw dropped her voice ominously, “a cat who is only remembered by the name ‘Harehead.’

“It happened seasons ago, during a cold and rainy leaf-bare when the clan hadn’t seen the sun shine for moons. Hunting was becoming more of a competition as many rabbit warrens flooded in the storms. One warrior saw the hard times as an opportunity to prove himself. They say he was a proud warrior, but a foolish one. He was sure he could hunt anything he set his eyes on, and he set them on a massive hare that had run the moors uncaught for as long as any cat could remember. Bigger than any cat, and faster too. The clan told him it was too dangerous trying to hunt such a large animal, but he insisted he could do it. No silly hare would beat a hunter like him. He chased it for three sunrises into the rain and the storms, exhausting himself and ignoring his clanmates' calls for him to give it up. The hare fled into an abandoned rabbit tunnel to escape him, and of course he went after it. Suddenly, with the thunder shaking the ground and the rain pouring in, the soil got so heavy that as the warrior was digging, he didn’t hear the earth start to fall in ahead of him. And that’s when the worst happened.”

Shrewkit was now shoved up against Briarkit’s other side, squishing him between Tallkit.

“What happened?” Briarkit asked in a trembling voice.

Fallowpaw continued with more fervor, clearly delighted by their reaction. “He heard the earth roar and shake like it was breaking apart under his feet. He tried to back out, and went running down the mud and slosh he had dug through. But he wasn’t fast enough. A large stone over his head crashed down right on top of him...and it cut his head right off!”

Tallkit let out an involuntary squeak. “Cut it off? That can’t be possible!”

“But it’s true! And that’s not the worst part. See, a mysterious rogue cat found the collapsed tunnel days later, along with the warrior's body, flailing around trying to get himself free. But it was no use. The rock had completely crushed his whole head, but his body was twitching, like he was still trying to get his head free…”

“Wait, how could he still be moving if he lost his head days ago?” Briarkit asked.

Fallowpaw gave an irritated sigh, “I don’t know, maybe he hadn’t bled too much yet because the rock was keeping it in!”

“I once saw a snake that was still moving after getting its head squished.” Shrewkit said helpfully. “Maybe it’s like that.”

“Yes, it was like that, thank you Shrewkit. Obviously he was going to be dead soon, but he was still twitching, so no one could tell! Don’t question it. Let me finish.”

“Sorry.” Briarkit whispered.

“Anyway. Where was I? Right, so, they say this mysterious rogue was once a medicine cat that got banished for abusing StarClan’s gifts. He had a habit of... experimenting with methods not normally taught to good medicine cats, and some claimed they even heard him talking with strange spirits other than StarClan’s messengers. Those spirits gave him an idea. The cat's body was in perfect condition... if only he had a head. So the medicine cat found the body of the hare, killed in the same collapse, ironically just barely out of the warrior's reach when it died. He pulled the remainder of the cat's headless body out from under the rock, of course, leaving his head behind. Right when the poor warrior nearly stopped twitching, the medicine cat fastened the hare’s head onto the body. And it worked. The warrior got to his feet, unsteady and blind, because the dead hare’s eyes had already been pecked out by crows and worms. The old rogue medicine cat hadn’t thought to check that all the parasites were removed from the crowfood he used to stick the once great cat back together, afterall.”

Tallkit suddenly felt very ill, and he wished he had listened to Ryepaw earlier, but he felt that he had no choice but to see it through as he trembled together with the other kits.

“The rogue only laughed at his distress and said ‘You wanted your clan to see the prize you swore you would bring down, and now they will always be able to see it!’ With nothing else to do, the warrior stumbled his way back to his clan. When he walked into camp, they were horrified at what they saw! But it was their clan mate all the same, right? How could they turn him away? From then on, he was only ever known as Harehead. Little did they know, he would never be the same again. He was quiet. He couldn’t speak well anymore because his mouth and throat weren’t his own. He was just a little bit off in his manner, walked a little funny, twitched every now and then, and when some cat worked up the nerve to speak to him, he would just look at them with his sightless eyes and walk away. But still, he went on walking. Even when he grew thin and smelled awful, he continued, refusing his medicine cat's attempts at treating him for illness. Harehead patrolled, and he hunted on his own, proud as ever despite it all. The food he brought back was mangled and smelled as foul as him, and his clan realized that everything he caught and fed to them was filled with worms, like it had gone rotten at his touch. Harehead grew spiteful that his clan refused his prey, and that they whispered behind his back, calling him a poor fool for his relentless chase which in the end had amounted to nothing good. He was enraged that StarClan had allowed him to suffer this curse for his folly. He wanted vengeance. He deserved better.

“And that night, his denmates awoke to a horrible noise, a squishy gnawing sound… And there, in the dark, they found Harehead. His long front teeth and ungroomed fur were soaked bloody from chewing through the neck of one of his own clanmates. He wasn’t content with a hare’s head, and if he couldn’t have his own, he intended to steal one in order to make himself feel whole again. It was then they saw what he truly was. He wasn’t just thin, he was shriveled, like prey that had been left out in the sun and turned black and dry. His insides were replaced with mushy dirt and the things that crawl in the ground had chewed at him from the inside out until he was hollow. His heart had been eaten away along with the rest of him, or else how could he do such a thing to a cat he had once called a friend and ally? He was not a cat any longer, but an unnatural shambling monster, moving along only through the power of his spirit’s fury and spite.

“His clan was horrified, they banished him and chased him out before he could harm anyone else. Harehead fled deep into the tunnels, and was forbidden from ever showing his face above ground again, lest the stars see and punish him for his crimes. And they say that to this very day, If you go into an unfamiliar tunnel alone on a night of a new-moon, when StarClan’s watchful eye is hidden in the sky, and you listen very closely, you can hear his moan. A cry that sounds neither quite like the yowl of a cat or the scream of a hare, as he wanders the tunnels searching for an unsuspecting victim so he can claim their head as his own and finally make himself whole. Just the prick of his rotten claws is enough to infect a cat with horrible sickness that lets bugs inside to eat away at you as if you were crowfood. If he catches you, he’ll pin you into the dirt, and chew off your head like he did his clanmate. He’ll leave you with the rotten hare head in place of your own, condemning you to share his curse, forever wandering the darkness alone, crying out... where is my he-eead? I want my he-eead...” Fallowpaw sang in a trembling voice.

From behind her, a dark shape leaped out of the shadows. Tallkit saw nothing but a brown blur, and then a swinging head of a rabbit with it’s jaws hanging open, empty eyes wide, blank, and staring right into his.

“I WANT YOUR HEAD!” It screeched, rearing up with it’s terrible claws flashing in the dim light.

Tallkit yowled louder than he ever had in his whole life. Both Shrewkit and Briarkit had already sprung a tail length in the air and were tripping over themselves to scramble back to the nursery, with Tallkit stumbling as fast as he could after them, wailing for his mother.

Brackenwing was the first to spring out of the nursery. The kits barreled into her, clamoring over each other and trying to dart between her legs.

“What--kits, what in StarClan’s name has happened!?” She stuttered, trying to gather the squirming kits into a bundle with calming licks. It was a heartbeat later that Tallkit was aware of Fallowpaw and Fawnpaw hooting with laughter behind them. He looked over his shoulder to see Fawnpaw drop the rabbit head he’d been holding up between his teeth as he and his sister fell into each other.

“Oh my stars, I didn’t think Shrewkit could jump that high, that was perfect!” Fawnpaw cried.

“Hey!” Shrewkit growled indignantly, apparently having already gotten a hold of himself as he pushed away from his mother’s paws, trying to flatten his puffed out fur.

“That was mean!” Briarkit yowled.

Tallkit still couldn’t find his voice. By that point, Palebird had quickly followed Brackenwing out of the nursery and was looking around her with wide eyes until she finally spotted Tallkit shivering under the brown queen's fur.

“Tallkit? Tallkit, are you hurt?” She asked, trying to nose him out of hiding. He readily buried his head into her soft white fur.

“The apprentices are pulling jokes on the kits and trying to scare them.” Brackenwing said with a growl to her voice. “Even though they should know better! You’re lucky your mother’s out right now!”

“I wasn’t actually scared, I was just surprised for a moment!” Shrewkit insisted.

The apprentices ducked their heads when their mentors came out of Heatherstar’s den, Cloudrunner especially looking very cross. Tallkit didn’t hear the rest of the lecture that the warriors gave about misusing prey. Even if it was a joke, he couldn’t stop his heart from thudding in his chest.

“Let’s go inside, Tallkit.” Palebird murmured to him.

He nodded glumly and allowed her to lift him by the scruff and carry him to her nest. For once he was happy to lie there and allow his mother to groom his thin fur. He couldn’t escape the image of a headless cat with a hare’s terrible hollow eyes stumbling through the cramped dark, cornering him with blood stained front teeth bared.

Palebird and Brackenwing talked softly to each other after Brackenwing had calmed her kits down. Briarkit had wanted to see if Tallkit was alright, but the shivering black and white kit wouldn’t come out of hiding. Tallkit nuzzled under his mothers chin, desperate for a comforting purr to drown his thoughts out. She purred for a brief moment before going quiet again. He tried to close his eyes, but Tallkit knew he wouldn’t get much sleep that night.

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#cw gore #cw dead animal #uhh some description of gross rotting animal!!#and the bugs that go with it #FRU5 #chapter 5 #this one was fun to write tho #listen is simply think warrior cats should have more ghost stories #i want the scary nursery fables #characters are always SAYING they heard scary nursery stories but I dont think we ever get to actually hear them

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gayleafpool · 3 years

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Yk my mom used to drag me to church when I was a kid (before I got banned for either calling the preacher the “donner party man” [i thought we were actually eating Oily Josh, not just crackers], for following the advice of that stupid tumblr pots saying to being a black bathbomb to baptism, or for throwing some of the teeth from the Jar [they’re not mine don’t worry] into that money tray [idk what the last straw was]) and I would imagine leaf pool just utterly destroying everything using whatever they talked about Jeezy Cheese did that day. She would preform miracles. She made a blind man see. Yahshua hamashiach? Idk him all I know is Leafpool. I started thinking of this because my little seven year old brain went pool=water and I thought cats were water resistant (turns out that what I thought “cats” were are actually koalas so reading the warrior cats was quite fun just so many koalas everywhere bro [also neither thing is water resistant so uh yeah and even that WOULDNT make it float because of its mass but like yeah]) so I thought that she could just walk on water (also that that was why cats hated water cause they couldn’t touch it) so uh yeah. I’m over sharing but uh yeah Leafpool is now Jeezer. Which is technically a demigod! Have fun I guess uh bye!

Is it okay if I get my haircut like your design of Nico? I love their hair so much-

ARE U OK

#asks #idk if i’m more concerned abt u in general #or tha fact that i understood all this #this was such a wild ride i had to read this like 5 times #this is the kind of weird shit i want to get in asks guys this is great reading this was like found on a trip #*going on a

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Fair Game Week Day 4: Birds/Soulmates

A classic tattoo AU. Qrow realizes almost immediately Clover could be his soulmate because it’s obvious af, Clover isn’t sure right away because people named after birds are relatively common in Remnant so he needs more proof than that.

One day he rescues a bird from the snow thinking the poor thing is probably lost and freezing after flying so high to Atlas and Qrow is freaking out internally after seeing his mark because it’s totally him!

So... my original plan was to try to write a fic for this. Tho I knew I wouldn’t be able to complete it on time, and I would need more time to just stop and figure how the story was going to go exactly cuz I’m the kind of person that likes to plan a lot before putting stuff on paper.

I still have a little prologue tho, but I decided not to go further until I’m more sure about the plot so it doesn’t end up forced. Hopefully, I can one day I can go back to it and complete it!! Still, you can take a peek at what would probs be the first 2k under the cut:

Qrow was born with a bond mark.

He was still a rascal of a kid, who ran barefoot and chewed with his mouth open, tripped on the ropes that held up the tents of their current campsite, and liked to try to peek at the new shiny items the tribe people had stolen from their most recent raid only to be caught at the same second - though he still didn’t know they were stolen, or understand what a raid was - when someone finally explained to him the weirdly shaped spot on his abdomen he kept scratching wasn’t just a normal birthmark.

They explained to his sister too. He actually was intrigued enough by the story to settle down on the tent’s floor to hear about it, though she brushed all of that talk off with a “yeah, whatever”, rolling her eyes at the existence of magic symbols that would appear on your skin, connecting you to a person who, at some point of you life, you would realize they mean a lot to you.

“It’s like a guaranteed best friend!” He had grinned with a mouth that missed a few teeth as the explanation was concluded.

The explainer only smiled at him, letting out a pensive hum before shrugging and deciding on “Yeah, you could say that kid.”

He didn’t understand why his sister was so grumpy after that. How the premise of a friend didn’t get her excited - they barely had kids their age to hang with on the camp, the younger ones were annoying and the older boring, he could get behind the idea of some company besides his moody twin. And when he had asked, “Hey, what does your bond mark look like anyway?” She flicked at his direction one of the pebbles they had been throwing at the river to see them skip, and stormed off without a word.

He was still a restless kid, yet now one that had learned to avoid the ropes before he could get his foot caught on them, when he found out a bit more about the marks. How they could appear at any time of your life, or not at all, how you could get a new tattoo before actually meeting the person, or after years of knowing them. How his sister didn’t have one yet, how she didn’t like the idea of her lame brother having something she didn’t.

How some people would consider lucky he was born with one, how many would give everything to have a mark appear that early.

That would be the last time someone thought of him that way - lucky. Because soon he was tripping over the ropes again and taking tents down with him, and that was just one of the minor consequences of what they later would classify as his semblance.

The people of their tribe had thought it had been a funny inside joke naming the kid born with a mark shaped like that after a bird that was popularly known as a bad omen. Now it was just rightfully fitting. And not even the permanent tattoo on his skin of a four-leafed clover could serve as a good luck charm against the misfortune that now followed him wherever he went.

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As he grew up as an outcast teen, the novelty of the marks went away together with the childhood wonder. Maybe because at his tribe, there weren’t many bonded people - they also weren’t really open about talking about this mushy stuff, so maybe he never knew about them. Or the ones who talked about it, did that because it came together with an almost-always tragic tale about how they were betrayed, backstabbed or straight-up stabbed by their match, or how they perished in some gruesome way, so he didn’t have a lot of positive examples to work with - perks of growing up around bandits.

Guaranteed best friend was now just some naive though he scoffed at. He was so stupid as a kid, maybe his sister was wise to just go “whatever” since the beginning - he would never admit that to her in his lifetime, of course. (In the future though, there would be a point his sister wouldn't make a face to the mention of bond marks anymore, and then a good while later he would stop to really think about how her semblance worked. And he would connect the two dots - he still never saw the marks, but they had to be there, right?)

Who decided those things were a good idea? They could pop up on you any second, without a warning, with just a random shape to tell you about this random person you were supposed to meet one random day. People would talk about letting fate run its course until you would meet them, and how there would be a moment when you would just know. It sounded so unreliable, and too much for him to bother worrying about when he needed to survive frequenting - or infiltrating as his people would have put - a Huntsman Academy.

Yeah, they would have some impact on your life. But that could mean anything apparently. You could be bonded to your parents, to your siblings, to any relative, you could be bonded to someone you looked up to or who would look up to you, you could be bonded to someone who you would only interact for a few months, days, minutes, or less. Or, the most coveted of all, you could be bonded to someone you would fall in love with. Those cases even had a specific name - soulmates. How special.

You could even have more than one. If you thought having to worry about a single unknown individual could make someone paranoid, just imagine having multiple marks! Thankfully, he just had one.

That was good. Because it would be just one person that would have to put up with him. He wasn't exactly the person someone would dream to meet, much less be bonded with. Who would want a bad luck magnet connected to them anyway? Just unfortunate, how the unsuspected match would have to deal with it. At least it was no one from the tribe, that would only hinder them down - those were the kind of things people talked about him at the camp, on the rare times they dared to make the cursed kid a conversation topic anyway, and he was just unlucky enough to eavesdrop it.

He also didn’t want more because he despised the one he already had - he would say he had never liked it, but it was just his sour mindset clouding the childhood memories about him happily imagining how his friend would be like. It had to be a sick joke. A small symbol that represented everything he couldn’t have. Years and years went by with it just there, mocking him constantly.

He had met many people he would have said they had influenced his life, yet apparently none of them were the one. Unlikely his sister, he wasn't bonded with anyone from his team - he assumed her semblance only worked on him because they were related. He wasn't bonded to the man who mentored him and gave a purpose in life - though after finding out the truth, he supposed that was a good thing. He wasn't bonded to his nieces, who were more family to him than his own blood, girls he had watched grow up from hyperactive, sweet-toothed brats to strong, independent young warriors - they were still a bit of a brat though.

So, at his age, he assumed that his semblance affected him in such a way he would never have the luck of finding the person. Fine by him. He stopped caring about that long ago anyway.

And that meant that, at his age, at this place, in the middle of what he could only call the beginning of a war, he should have not been thinking about any of this.

But here he was. Halfway through undressing to take a much needed shower to relax and warm him up after the mission at the dust mines. Feet planted in front of the bathroom mirror. The mark still just there, right at the end of the scar he got from a scorpion tail as if, by some stroke of luck, it had barely avoided being slashed in half. He instinctively grimaced at the sight.

Even if he strongly didn’t want to think about it, it felt as if there was a force preventing him from shoving the thoughts to the back of his mind, not allowing him to ignore the signs.

He had seen the pin when they were captured on the first day. Heck, he even did a double-take at the shape that was unfortunately too familiar. But there were other more important things on his mind at the moment - like how they were being arrested.

Later he found out that was literally that guy’s name! And he didn't like how the information made a cold settle on the bottom of his stomach.

And then James partnered them up. He didn't like the idea, it had been too long since he had worked with other huntsmen on the field - and that happened for a reason. The company made him feel weirdly numb. Or that was him not being used to the cold of Atlas anymore, being in a mine with ice-covered walls certainly didn't help - how he just strutted along without sleeves?

Yet, he did his best to focus on the mission. Ignoring how Clover made sure to match his pace and walk by his side as they scanned the tunnels for any sign of the Grimm that had been wrecking the place. The silence would only be broken from time to time with inputs coming from his earpiece, and it had been just a step away from being uncomfortable. So he decided to not make this situation more unbearable for himself, taking a breath, he took a risk at the grueling task that was small talk.

“Gotta say, I’m still not really used to working with other huntsmen in the field.” He was surprised with how casual he made himself sound.

“But you were on a team before, weren’t you?” How Clover seamlessly encouraged the conversation with a question also surprised him for some reason.

“Long time ago.” He sighed, gaze dropping to the floor. “I just found working alone tends to be for the best.” Great. With just a second into their talk, he had managed to bring its mood down. Not an unusual occurrence for any kind of interaction he was involved though. So why this time did he feel so… bothered?

It was just this entire situation bothering him - he rationalized with himself.

"Well, I think that’s a shame." Of course you would.

He didn't know how to respond, yet he didn't even have the chance. One misstep, and his foot left the ground with a slip. What prevented him from making more of a fool of himself by crashing his face on the icy floor was a quick strong grip on his arm, catching him mid-fall and pulling him back up without seemingly any effort whatsoever.

Clover patted his shoulder as he regained his balance and he didn't hold back the frown on his face. He just walked forward as he responded to the voice coming from his communicator, and it took him a second to realize he was glaring at his confident walk on the grounds he had just proved to be extremely slippery.

Who does this guy think he is?

Of course, they found the Grimm first, of course, it made himself stronger right in front of their eyes, of course, it ran away, and of course, there was now a gigantic hole on their path. One his partner there could have been at the bottom of it if he wasn't used to his semblance playing tricks just at the right time.

And when he dismissed his thanks for the head ups with a brief explanation about his semblance, his reaction was like no other he experienced before. No weird glances, no steps back, no awkward ‘that sucks’, just a nonchalant "that so?"

"Well, hey, don’t beat yourself up about it." He continued, and with a swing of his weapon, he made a new path for them to continue down the tunnel. "My Semblance is good fortune. Lucky you, huh?"

He punctuated his sentence with a wink before walking forward, completely unaware of how that revelation had shaken him to his core. He was still frozen on his tracks as if the ice from the floor had risen to his shoes and stuck him in place.

Good fortune. That guy was a walking luck charm!

Everything he couldn’t have…

His eyes were downcast, flickering everywhere as his mind processed the events. Yet now he wasn’t staring down at the icy ground, but the smooth tiles of the bathroom of his room provided by the Atlas academy. Though his expression was the same from when the words had just reached his ears hours ago.

Looking up by a fraction, the ink of his mark seemed more lively than ever against his skin. He hadn’t truly looked at it for a good while, avoiding it like he avoided the eyes of strangers, and doing so now, he found out he was unable to divert his gaze off it as quickly as he used to do before.

A pin. A name. My semblance is good fortune. A wink.

You would just know.

He let out a dry chuckle, the sound devoid of any emotion. That couldn’t be right. He barely knew the guy. And he didn’t need any of that cluttering his mind right now.

Lucky you, huh?

#fair game #fairgameweek2020 #clover ebi #qrow branwen #rwby #my art #apparently the writing part of my brain only works if the ship has been obliterated by canon #this my life now #and im fine with that

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leggyorlandomiddleearth · 3 years

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Does Your Elk Have A Name? (Thranduil)

Warnings: Mentions of war, death, and slaying

Requested by UnSub160 and DutchmansCaptain on Wattpad.

WATTPAD IS ONLY LETTING ME DEDICATE IT TO ONE PERSON.

Thranduil's elk did not die. Don't argue.

And I wrote this like a story, so yeah...

I couldn't help myself!

Also, I took the character's names off of your users, so please tell me if you would like me to change it.

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Third person P. O. V.

Thranduil's elk was one of the things he loved most. He cherished it. He and his wife had been adventuring in the forests of Mirkwood when they came across him. His wife, Calathiel or Êlúriel, as he called her, had managed to tame the elk. After Êlúriel had died, the elk had stuck with him. The elk had cherished Êlúriel as much as Thranduil did.

When the elk's caretaker was slain in The Battle Of The Five Armies, Thranduil went out searching for someone else who would suit his elk. When he heard of Oriel and Aspen, he took interest.

Oriel and Aspen were the best at taking care of animals. They worked magic with their unique ways of taming animals and healing them, is what people said. It was a common thing for Imladris elves, (Rivendell) but it was quite rare for Mirkwood elves.

Because these two lived in Mirkwood, it was easy for Thranduil to find them.

These two best friends live in a little cottage at the edge of Mirkwood, next to a little creek. The cottage's walls were made out of stones and the roof was made of straw and branches. There was a chimney on the top, puffing out a little smoke. There was even a barn with it's door wide open for the animals to go in and out. There was medicine, food, and many other trinkets in side the barn. Animals also lay inside resting, or playing. Beside the cottage, there was an enormous cherry blossom tree, stripped of it's flowers and leaves. (NOT DIRTY, NOT DIRTY, PLEASE DON'T)

Beside the tree, deer and horses grazed on the lightly frosted grass. Bunnies and rabbits hopped around the opening and hid in the two foot tall grass. Birds nested in the cherry blossom tree and cuddled together. Thranduil's heart ached for his wife. He sighed and he turned his attention to the door of the cottage.

He started walking by the animals as slowly and as quietly as he could, as to not startle the animals. Instead of the animals getting startled, a fawn trotted over to him and studied him. Thranduil stood still and let the fawn observe him while he did the same. The fawn sniffed him and started prancing around him. Thranduil was thoroughly confused.

Thranduil heard a light laugh. He looked away from the fawn and looked up to the source of the laughter.

What he saw was an elleth (a female elf) with auburn hair that reached a bit below her waist, beautiful green eyes, and pale skin. She was wearing black leaf patterned dress with a beautiful belt just below her chest. She also had on matching black, leather flat shoes.

(The descriptions are not meant to be like the users UnSub160 and/or DutchmansCaptain)

Thranduil guessed this to be Oriel. "Bambi likes you. (Bambi as in the Disney Bambi. Nothing else)" she stated. Thranduil kneeled down to pet him and stands up, heading to Oriel. "You must be Oriel," Thranduil said.

Oriel smiles. "Yes, your majesty."

Thranduil smiles. No one else had recognized him due to the fact that he was wearing a plain tunic and simple riding pants. He had also put his hair in a low ponytail. He even ditched his crown and his staff. No fanciness today.

"May I speak to you and Aspen?" Thranduil had asked.

"Of course," Oriel answered. She waved him over to follow her.

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Oriel's P. O. V.

The King of Mirkwood needed to speak to us. I hope we didn't do anything wrong...

Aspen sees me leading King Thranduil into the cottage and looks concerned. "Your majesty," he says, bowing. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" he asked.

As he bows, his jet black hair gets into his tan face. He notices the ink on his tunic and riding pants and tries to wipe them off.

(Sorry, but that's the best I could find. No other picture could match the description...)

King Thranduil smiles. "Recently, I have been searching for a caretaker that my suit my elk, and it seems that my search has lead me here," he stated.

THE ELK?! HE WANTS US TO TAKE CARE OF HIS ELK?! THIS IS AMAZING!

"I was wondering if you could take care of my elk," King Thranduil states, looking at me and Aspen.

"But, we wouldn't want to leave our animals or our materials," Aspen states, looking at me.

Thranduil smiles. "I would gladly help you transport your animals to a private field for you. I could also help you move your materials to your new home as well."

WOW WOW WOW WOW! King Thranduil was willing to hire us, give us a home at the palace, help us move our animals and our materials!

Aspen and I smile. "Of course!"

~Time skip to where they finished settling in~

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Aspen's P. O. V.

After speaking to King Thranduil for a while, we were introduced to his elk.

Oriel pets the elk. His fur looks so smooth. Thranduil smiles.

"What is your elk's name?" Oriel asks.

There is pain in the king's eyes, but it quickly goes away. "Megaloceros, his name is Megaloceros, but we call him Mahtar for short," King Thranduil says. (According to Google so excuse me if it's incorrect)

Oriel's eyes widen. "It means warrior in elvish, right?" she asks.

"Yes, it does. He has been with me in many wars and is my greatest companion," Thranduil says.

Me and Oriel smile.

Looks like we get to take care of Thranduil's elk, Mahtar, the warrior elk.

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The End

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! I know it's not what you thought it would be. Me neither. I'm so sorry but I couldn't resist from making it into a one-shot. I'm terrible at this, sorry. ANYWAYS, TWO GIFTS FOR YOU-

Forgive me for the non-English captions. I don't know what it says...

#thranduil #elk #tolkien elves #the hobbit #fanfiction #wattpad

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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Grum’s doing well! If only Jrum and Tommy were doing the same :/

@petrichormeraki @helleborusangel

When Grum wakes up, he isn’t on a bed. Well, not exactly. He’s resting on a blanket at the very least, but the blanket is obviously resting on something that isn’t very soft. Even as a robot, sleeping on something so stiff makes Grum ache, and he stretches to try and fix that. He’s surprised to see a side table nearby with a plate of baked potatoes on it. Grum thought the gesture was nice even if it wasn’t that helpful.

The bot hopped off where he was sleeping, dragging the blanket along. Instead of a mattress it had been thrown over two blocks of redstone. It made Grum a little confused before he looked at his current charge. It definitely wasn’t as low as when he last checked. It hadn’t gone up all that much, but it had worked. At the very least, something like that would be useful in the future.

Grum looked out a nearby window and was surprised to see snow falling from the sky. At first he didn’t remember what happened, and then it suddenly came back. Grum checked his inventory and found the book, the image of a totem of undying adorning the cover in gold leaf. At the very least he had what he needed. But then that led to where he was now. He had killed Nightmare, and Grifter had taken Theseus away, so the only one left was-

The bot checked his inventory again for a weapon, finding none. He still had some of his items, but none of his weapons. Likely those had all been taken. In a panic, Grum started looking around. Wood. The house was made of wood. He could at the very least make something. And there were some chests. Maybe there would be some stone or iron. And there was. Grum made an iron sword as well as a shield. They weren’t perfectly crafted, the shield looking maybe a little flimsy and the sword a bit off balance, but it was better than nothing.

Grum slowly crept towards a ladder leading down. Now that he was paying attention, he could hear voices below him. Grum quickly peeked into the room below, glad he didn’t need to breathe because he was sure he would have gasped or something otherwise. Someone who looked like Tommy was sitting down as Techno was leaning against a wall, talking to the person. There was also an enderman in a boat which was odd, but at least they seemed calm enough.

The bot readied himself, making sure that his combat program was open before doing anything else. Techno hadn’t noticed him. That was good. Everything was going to be fine. He would just incapacitate the piglin at the very least, making sure he couldn’t leave. Then Grum would properly revive the person and book it out of the place. It was a perfect plan, what could go wrong?

The other person noticed Grum just before he could pull his head back and Techno turned to look. Not having any more time, the bot jumped down and swung his sword at Techno. The piglin blocked the attack with a plate, which shattered, but still acted as a quick shield, leaving him unharmed.

That was fine, Grum could work with that. He thrust the sword forward, the point clipping the piglin’s chest as he dodged. On the draw back, Grum swung the sword and managed to get a cut along the warrior’s legs, but another attack ended with the sword thrown from his hands.

Techno almost ran for the sword, but instead covered his nose with both hands, giving Grum an opening. He tried to attack again, but this time the other person helped him. “Technoblade? Are you okay?”

“Doing my best not to kill the kid again, so no.”

“Do you need any bandages?”

Techno sighed. “Probably wouldn’t hurt.”

Grum tried to escape from the person’s grasp, but had little luck, his combat program having been forcefully shut down. “Let go of me!”

“Only if you won’t hurt Technoblade.”

“He’ll just kill me again!”

Techno huffed. “Not planning on it kid. Your dad already chewed me out from the first time.”

Grum didn’t look like he quite believed it, but he reluctantly agreed and the person let him go. “You’re… Ghostbur, right?”

Ghostbur shrugged as he grabbed some bandages from a chest. “I’m not entirely sure. It’s rather weird. I think I’m also Alivebur, but I think it’s mostly me. It’s like both of us together. We really got mashed together on that train.”

“Train?”

“Long story. But you were there at one point. I’m not sure you remember.”

Grum wasn’t exactly sure what Ghostbur meant, but he had an idea. “Um, I heard you were stuck here?”

“Yeah. I was here looking for Techno again and then I saw Alivebur and the train and you and then I was stuck here.”

Grum frowned sadly. “I’m sorry. I think I messed something up. I’m pretty sure I can fix it though.”

Techno spoke up as Ghostbur put bandages over the cut on his legs. “Yeah, I already said something about that to him. I think Phil did too.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry.”

“Aww, you don’t need to apologize.” Ghostbur said, patting Grum’s head now that he was done with the bandages.

“So… Um…” Grum started, not sure how exactly to go about it. “I guess I should… do that?”

“That sounds about right.” Techno answered gruffly, and Grum pulled out the revival book.

The words of the book were in another language, one that Grum vaguely recognized, but for the most part it seemed foreign to him. He frowned at the words, turning the book a little in confusion as if that would help. Techno almost spoke up to ask something, but then Grum was buffering, the loading circle replacing his face, though sometimes flickering to the symbol of a broken portal. Just when Techno and Ghostbur were getting worried, Grum stopped. “Huh… that’s… actually pretty simple.”

“What do you need to do?” Ghostbur asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I sort of already did some of it before when trying to revive you, but the book needed to be used and so it didn’t work quite right without it. But now that I have it. I just need to-” Grum held the book up and bonked it against Ghostbur’s shoulder. For a moment, nothing happened, but then suddenly his color was back. “Did it work?”

Gho- Wilbur looked down at his hands, the skin no longer gray, but the pale peach tint of his skin. He flexed the finders a bit, watching the muscles move, and then he walked to the door before stepping outside. “It worked! It definitely worked!”

Grum smiled a little, though it dropped when he noticed that Techno was staring at him. The bot thought about trying to run off, but then Techno nodded. “Good job kid.”

“So… you’re not going to kill me?”

“Already said I won’t. Just got carried away before.” Grum nodded slowly in understanding and was pretty sure he saw the piglin smile before it turned back to a frown and he waved at the air like a fly was buzzing nearby.

“Um, does this mean we can go back to where Tommy is now? I want to revive him too.”

“Figures you would. Let’s just wait for Wil to stop kissing the ground or whatever he’s doing, then we can head back.”

Grum nodded hesitantly, then he went over and grabbed the blanket that had fallen aside when he had attacked Techno, pulling it back over his shoulders and wrapping up in it. “You really won’t kill me?”

Techno rolled his eyes at being asked yet again. “No. I won’t kill you. Killing you might finally kill me. I’m supposed to be unkillable, so it would kind of ruin my image. Though apparently I’m already ruining it by just helping you out.”

Grum looked down sadly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Oh shut up, it’s fine. They’ll forget about it in a few days.”

That made Grum pause. They? He pointed to the enderman. “You mean them?”

The hybrid shook his head. “Nah. I sort of hear voices. I call them chat.”

“They… all share a name? They don’t have different names?”

Techno, who had started doing something else, paused. Those weren’t usual questions. Normally people asked what the hell Techno meant when he first brought chat up, not questions on chat itself. “Uh, well, they sort of all have names, but just chat is easier for all of them. There’s a few names I remember though.”

Grum nodded. “Are they okay with that?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.”

The bot nodded again, obviously thinking it over. He buffered a few moments here and there before looking up again at Techno. “How many different… people I think? Make up chat?”

Techno shrugged. “A couple thousand I think.”

“Thou-” Grum started before making something akin to a shocked choking sound. Techno regretted answering as the bot started rocking on his feet, obviously not reacting well to the answer.

“Alright, calm down. Obviously something’s up with you. You got your own form of chat?”

“I th-think.” Grum stuttered out.

“Alright. Well I’m probably not the best at talking you through it. Phil knows what’s up better. Only thing I might help with is the fact that it’s in my mind too. He’s just got a bunch of birds.” Techno explained, pausing before he thought of something to ask. “I’m guessing you don’t have thousands in there. How many you got?”

“Um…” Grum paused, buffering for a moment. “Five?”

Techno nodded. “Alright. I can see how the concept of thousands of voices would freak you out. You tell your dads about this yet? Or someone else?” Grum shook his head. “Too freaked out about it and got scared to tell them?” This time there was a nod. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

“It’s… it’s not that bad, is it?”

“Well, depends. Usually mine goad me into more violence.” Techno explained, Grum flinching slightly from that. “But not always. Right now they’re mostly getting on my nerves from being too happy about me helping you out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“Whatever. It’s fine. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, I won’t. Y-You won’t tell my dads yet… r-right?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Grum nodded, curling up more in his blanket. “You know, I don’t know how he’s doing with it now, but your one dad, my brother, he had the same thing going on. Even if you don’t tell both of them. You might want to at least tell him.”

“But what if he gets upset?”

“He might.” Techno huffed. “But not at you. Just upset you have to deal with it is all. Besides, sounds like you’ve got it easy right now.”

Grum nodded again. “So… what are some of their names?”

Techno sighed. “Huh, let’s see.” He thought about it a bit, giving some names to Grum, who was slowly pulling himself out of the blanket as he relaxed more. “Well, what about you? Must be easy if there’s so few of them.”

“Well.” Grum started, thinking about it. “Um… There’s Gorgeous, they’re a little weird. Poultry Man, he’s nice and helps out. Eyes… I don’t know if they’re nice or not. Console is kinda rude and doesn’t like to listen. And…” Grum hesitated, fiddling with the blanket. “There’s Dream. I think. He says that’s his name, but I’m not sure. I don’t like when he laughs.”

Techno huffed. “Well, that last one probably isn’t the best to have around. I’m guessing it’s a new addition?”

Grum hesitated before responding. “I don’t… think so? I’m pretty sure they’ve all sort of been around since the box. At least I think it was the box at that point. My visual sensors weren’t the best at that point.”

“You mean your eyes?”

“I guess they could be called eyes, so yes?”

The piglin hybrid shrugged. “Yeah, it’s close enough.”

“Okay.” Grum said quietly before looking up at Techno, fidgeting a little. “Um, is he going to take much longer?”

“Eh, we can start heading out and drag him along.” Techno said as he started to stand up. “You need anything for the cold?”

Grum shook his head and got up from where he was sitting, folding the borrowed blanket up. It was light out, so he didn’t need to grab a weapon, but Grum still grabbed the sword he had made since he wasn’t sure how long travel would take. The piglin hybrid attempted to give Grum a different weapon, but the bot refused, preferring the tool he had made himself.

When they passed by Wilbur, he initially refused to follow, but then Grum picked him up. As a robot, it was easy, but Techno stopped the bot. Grum was still damaged, and while he could carry Wilbur, it also caused a dangerous amount of sparking. From there, Wil was just dragged along by Techno and they started walking, Techno not really having enough horses for them.

“Alright Jrum, it looks like everything is working right, no plants left in your system.” Mumbo said as he picked Jrum off the examination table and put him on the ground. “If you do notice anything, just tell me and we can check you again, but you should be fine to play.”

“Okay Daddy!” Jrum nodded before running off to where Grifect was. The hels bot was currently messing with some toys that Jrum had at Mumbo’s place, currently making a stuffed dog roll around in a small minecart while making engine noises. “Okay! We can play now!”

“So youw vewsion of my papa does wedstone too?”

“Yeah! I help him out sometimes cause I can do redstone too.”

“Maybe I cawn weawn how tuwu duwu iwt too.”

“Maybe! So, what are you doing?”

“I’ve got thiws mech dog which iws weady tuwu tewwowize the town! Aww shaww be destwoyed undew hiws wwath!”

Jrum stared at the toys before going over and grabbing some tiny armor stand action figures. “No! The people tremble before the mecha dog! Their homes are being destroyed! But they are slowly crushed as well!”

“Yeah! awnd the mech dog wiww eat aww the peopwe! They wiww become its fuew!”

From there, Jrum used some wooden blocks to make a small city which was soon demolished as Grifect crashed the toys into buildings, letting them fall. Jrum was just getting ready to set the city up again when he was suddenly bumped from behind. “Huh? Oh! It’s Tubbee! What are you doing here?”

“Uwu have a pet bee?” Grifect asked, tilting his head.

“No, it’s really Tommy’s and normally stays at his place. I wonder why it’s all the way over here?” Jrum questioned, looked at the mob. Since he wasn’t looking at Grifect, he didn’t see the hels bot frown in anger.

“Maybe they cawn be a second monstew! The giant bee thawt wants tuwu make a hive out of the city?” Grifect suggested, quickly turning back to a smile when Jrum turned back around.

“Yeah that sounds- oof!” Jrum started to speak, but Tubbee still had a lead wrapped around it and managed to get it caught on Jrum. When it tried flying away, it made Jrum fall over from the sudden tugging. “Tubbee! Be careful!”

But the bee didn’t listen, it kept tugging at Jrum. When he untied himself, Tubbee just moved to catch the rope on Jrum again. “Do bees normally work like that here?”

“No. But Tubbee is different. I think I need to tell one of my dads about this.” Jrum started to follow where the bee was going. “Since Tommy is stuck in his house, maybe he sent Tubbee as a messa-”

An arrow struck Tubbee in the side and they disappeared in a poof of smoke. “No, I think uwu shouwd stay hewe awnd pway. My dad wouwdn’t wike youw dads going tuwu see Tommy.”

Jrum whirled around to see a dispenser sitting next to Grifect, the hels bot’s hand on the button of the machine. “You killed Tubbee!” Jrum tried to run off, but he found he couldn’t move, instantly being brought back to where he had been standing moments before.

“No, uwu cawn't weave. Dad needs hewp finding Theseus awnd youw vewsion of seftew cawn hewp with thawt! He awweady seems pwetty bwoken, so iwt shouwdn't mattew much, awnd with my bwothew awnd I wowking, uwu two down't weawwy need tuwu stay awive. Dad wiww make suwe the death wuwes down't appwy tuwu us.”

Jrum frowned and started booting up the QHHBP combat program. “I can’t understand half off what you said! So that won’t stop me!”

Grifect shrugged, loading more arrows into the dispenser. “Then pewish.”

Tommy finally managed to get out of the closet, using the door as a shield when Sefter attacked him. Being half dead had some perks because his body had no problem hefting the door up and throwing it at the robot.

In the few moments Sefter was pinned, Tommy attempted to run outside, forgetting once more he couldn’t leave the base. He rubbed his forehead where he crashed against the barrier before just barely dodging a flaming arrow that came from a crossbow in Sefter’s hands. When a second one was fired, Tommy dropped to the ground and then ran towards the tunnel.

Unfortunately, that was expected, as Sefter had blocked it up with obsidian. Tommy looked around for somewhere else to go, but he was hit in the back with an arrow, his clothes catching on fire. Tommy started cursing and pulled the arrow out before patting himself out, dodging another in the process. Sefter reached the teen and swung a sword, the tip of the blade cutting into Tommy as he jumped back.

He barely dodged another attack, retreating to another room. In that room, Tommy saw Tubbee flitting about and he quickly untied the end of the lead keeping the bee stuck to a fence post where they had been left before everything went haywire. “Hey, see if you can find Mumbo or Grian or- fuck just find anyone and bring them here!” Tommy grabbed the bee as he said this, running back to the front door. He yelled as Sefter got him with their sword, his hearts falling a dangerous amount.

Tommy managed to push the bee out the door, letting it start flying off. Just after it left, a sword went right through Tommy, Sefter pushing the blade right through where his heart was. The bot immediately pulled it back out and let Tommy fall to the ground, going to his bed, ready for him to respawn.

The moment Tommy’s body hit the ground, it dissolved into smoke. And then a second passed. Then two. And even more after that. But there was one big problem. Tommy didn’t reappear on the bed.

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #grumbot #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #mumbo jumbo #jrumbot #hels!jrumbot #tubbee #tommyinnit #hels!Grumbot

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tigerclawsremorse · 4 years

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Warm sunlight trickled through the slim entrance of the medic’s den, shimmering onto the sleeping Tigerclaw. The morning light turned his tabby fur into a glistening soft brown, speckled with the bright particles in the beam. The light lulled Tigerclaw awake. Stretching out his legs, he was released from the stiff grip of sleep.

“Hiya Tiger,” Spottedleaf squeezed into the den, momentarily blocking out the sunlight. “You look like you slept well,” she laughed and pawed at his ruffled fur.

Frowning, Tigerclaw sat up, casting his gaze away from Spottedleaf, “...I’m sorry, Leaf,” he sighed, “I should have known better by now, I should have listened to you more. I almost killed Clawface... I could have killed him,” his claws pressed into the nest.

“But you didn’t,” she smiled and cocked her head to the side, “That’s got to count for something.”

Swiping a paw over his face to do some grooming, he shook his head, “It can’t count for much if I thought about doing it though.”

That made Spottedleaf’s soft face sour into a frown, hidden partly as she lapped down some of Tigerclaw’s messy neck fur, “It would have taken a lifetime to teach you everything. I can teach herbs just fine, but being good, that comes from you. But so does being bad… and so does just kinda being in the middle. Maybe you’re not the best, but at least you're getting better. I'm proud of you for having done that much.

“We can’t always control what we think, sometimes it’s just part of us, you already had a lifetime thinking like that.”

“I still have a lifetime to get better, I guess.” The tom looked up at the tortoiseshell with a smile, but it was quickly lost as he saw her expression when she pulled away from him.

Looking almost in shock, her eyes were wide and her mouth hung a little open, “Don’t you remember that battle, Tigerclaw?” Her gaze was not meeting his eyes, it was on his neck. “How it ended for you?

“I'm of course still proud of you for all you’ve done but—“

Piercing pain shot through Tigerclaw, the spot that Spottedleaf had lapped down was pulsing. His amber eyes flickered down to see blood flow steadily from an open wound that stretched from his chest up his neck. As he had his head tilted down he could feel more blood pooling in the back of his throat. He gagged to spit it out, scrambling to his paws. As heavily as blood oozed from his neck, it leaked out of his mouth.

“You know, I’m proud of you too, Tigerclaw.” Laughed a raspy voice from behind him. “Even after all that nonsense in the medicine cat den, you’re still you. You’re still a warrior at heart.” Thistleclaw started up a new cackle and circled around the gagging tom, “You’re still my apprentice.”

“Nowe Iahm” Tigerclaw sputtered, the blood clogging his mouth, “Noo ‘m” he tried again.

“Now hush,” Thistleclaw sneered, “You listen to me again. You did your deeds and no amount of leaf picking and star praising saved your pitiful soul.”

Tigerclaw shook his head, splattering blood on the rough dead ground, and backed away from the gray tom. In the harsh light of the forest, tall shadows casted down on Thistleclaw and displayed his ragged and unwashed fur with coarse patches that looked to be black with rot. If he was any skinnier his bones would surely be breaking out of his skin. Even his face held a hollow expression, like it was practically a skull.

“We’ll be making our plans of revenge till the day we’ve both turned to dust!” As he laughed, his whole body shook, dust flittered into the air.

“Noa! Noo! No!” Choking, Tigerclaw swiped at his old mentor as he backed away.

“Yeah you get in your practice shots, we have a lifetime to train!” Thistleclaw fell and rolled with horrid laughter, his body—his bones— clanking against the ground as he howled, “A lifetime!”

“Leef! Leaf! Spottedleaf! Spottedleaf!” Tigerclaw gagged, in trying to continue moving away from Thistleclaw, he felt his paws sink into the muddy forest ground. In a heartbeat he was up to his stomach in thick mud, “Leaf!”

“Spottedleaf isn’t here to help you.”

“Spotted...leaf.” Tigerclaw repeated, his eyes slowly adjusting to the new light to see the gray cat who stood above him was not the decaying corpse of his old mentor, but Yellowfang. Quickly, Tigerclaw recognized the scent of the medic’s den and the rough patient's nest he was currently settled in.

“If you keep calling for her you’re gonna wind up meeting her in StarClan because your wound will reopen.” The ShadowClan molly snapped.

“I’m… sorry.” He said softly, being cautious to speak as his throat felt as if he had been eating sand in his sleep, “Water, please?”

With a grunt she turned and left the den, returning a few moments later with a wad of semi-soaked moss. She set it in front of him and surprisingly to Tigerclaw, took a seat near the edge of the den.

“Am I the only,” he involuntarily paused to wheeze, “only one down here?”

“Besides me, yep, everyone else was out of here yesterday or earlier today, not too many serious injuries all and all. Whoever you pissed off to get clawed so bad must have really had it out for you.” She spoke in a joking tone but neither of them laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t need to know about it,” Yellowfang faced towards the den entrance, “Thank the stars that they didn’t kill you, surprising I know, but even the great Tigerclaw could be killed.”

“That’s not such a surprising concept.” He croaked a dry answer.

“Gone through some personal developments lately? From what Firepaw says about you, I never could have guessed you were the reflective type.”

He lapped at the last drops of water in the moss, “Something like that.” He had briefly been confused why Yellowfang was still hanging around, after all, ShadowClan had now been cleared of those who had exiled her, but he considered she was most likely invited to join ThunderClan, now that they were missing a medicine cat. Another sting of pain made him gasp slightly and have to contain his ragged breathing.

Yellowfang, turning back towards Tigerclaw, opened her mouth before shutting it quickly in hesitation.

“I don’t need advice or anything.” Tigerclaw propped himself up on his front legs, “I don’t need anything right now… except maybe more water.”

Yellowfang obliged and resoaked his moss ball. “I also noticed all the time you spent with Spottedleaf,”

“Did Firepaw tell you about that too?” He turned his head away from Yellowfang to hide his deep furrowed brows and eyes he was sure were filled with sorrow at even the mention of her name.

“No,” she scoffed, “I can see.” She paused again, “Maybe you think you’re impenetrable, but I have a sort of knack for seeing the truth in cats.”

The warm sun turned cold, as if a cloud had blown over it suddenly. Tigerclaw could feel himself shaking in the nest, Yellowfang could most certainly see it too. Yellowfang did not need a knack to see the truth if Firepaw had spilled the tabby’s secret to the old she-cat.

Darkstripe got a good hit in, but Ravenpaw at last would deal the final blow.

“You’re not what you seem to be, Tigerclaw.” She carried on as Tigerclaw got unsteadily to his paws. “I see the good in you that you’ve hid away.”

He blinked at the medic and it seemed for the first time, met her eyes. ‘ It’s a trick you mouse-brain, ’ shouted a voice in his head, ‘ Maybe, but shut up.’ He thought in reply.

“Nobody is born with evil in their heart,” her yellow eyes looked far away and clouded, “even if it feels like it’s your destiny.”

“Have I missed the vigils yet?” He meowed quickly and took shaky steps towards the exit.

“No, they’re to be held at sunhigh.” Yellowfang answered, still deep in her own thoughts.

“It looks to be sunhigh now.” He shook his head and gazed back at her.

“Oh.” She gave a curt response, not looking to meet his gaze again.

The walk up the medic tunnel felt like the long hike to the moonpool, each step making him take a gasp of air. He was tempted to stop along the path and tighten his bandages to see if that may help, but he decided against it. ShadowClan may do a different kind of wrap than ThunderClan and he could not risk the walk back down to ask Yellowfang to fix it. As quickly as he could manage, he poked his head into the clearing.

There was a quiet hush around the camp, only the scurrying of cats repairing dens and the whispers of clumps of cats chatting amongst themselves. Tigerclaw could even pick up on birds chirps outside of camp, he took a heartbeat to gather a large breath and take in the serenity.

The vigil had not started yet, obviously as no meeting had been called nor did Spottedleaf’s body lay in camp. Tigerclaw’s usual resting frown, deeping at the thought and he thrust his head away from the sight where she soon would be.

Luckily enough, he didn’t feel any eyes looking upon him as he padded along the outskirts of camp. For the first time, he had made his way across the entire clearing without being trailed by Darkstripe. ‘ He must have stayed in ShadowClan, good riddance.’ Still, he felt a pang of unexpected sadness.

‘ All he ever did was look up to me.’ He thought grimly, ‘ I did the same thing to Thistleclaw.’

Being swept away in thought made it easier to trek along camp, he soon arrived at the nursery.

For a moment he watched the queens all bunched together in their nests, sitting up and chatting about whatever queens chat about. Peering in, he was quickly noticed by Frostfur, “Tigerclaw, if you’re looking for Goldenflower, she’s off in the leader’s den with Bluestar and Brindleface preparing Spottedleaf for the vigil.” She spoke between her lapping at her kits, especially licking at one that whined softly.

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, “are your kits alright?”

Frostfur shrugged, “I suppose, Yellowfang said they weren’t harmed any. Well expect for this one,” she nudged the whining kit, “They got a knick in their ear.”

“Afterwhile, go ask Yellowfang for some raspberry leaves and marigold, they should help the kit.” He instructed.

“What, was Spottedleaf teaching you herbs down there?” She tilted her head at the tom.

“What else would she have been doing?” Tigerclaw grimaced and turned to walk away.

“That’s not we thought she was doing, huh Speckletail,” Frostfur spoke in a tone like a whisper, but still at a pitch where Tigerclaw could hear her clearly. Speckletail did not reply, Tigerclaw guessed she was asleep, but it didn’t matter to him too much.

“Tigerclaw,” meowed a friendly voice as the tabby laid against a wall of the camp waiting for the vigil. He had planned on talking to Goldenflower, but he couldn’t imagine bringing himself to see Spottedleaf so soon.

“Whitestorm.” Tigerclaw greeted back.

“That’s just like you Tiger,” he smiled, “back on your paws in no time. ShadowClan really thought they could take down ThunderClan’s greatest warrior? What a pack of smart-ears. Yellowfang did a very good job in clearing you up too.”

Tigerclaw listened to the deputy ramble, Whitestorm usually only spoke so much when he was nervous, and he was only nervous when Bluestar was nervous.

“Couldn’t save them all though,” Whitestorm meowed in a grimmer tone.

“Yes, it's a shame what happened to Spottedleaf.” Tigerclaw dipped his head, “We were very good friends and she was-“

“Uh,” Whitestorm interrupted, “I meant it was Ravenpaw who died in the battle. We couldn’t even find his body, but Firepaw and Graypaw both said they were ganged up on and Ravenpaw fought bravely and practically sacrificed himself. I know how closely you were watching his progress.”

Ravenpaw….dead.

“How awful.” Tigerclaw shook his head and spoke in his deep monotone voice. “Truly awful news.”

“I know, he didn’t even get his name—“

“All cats who can catch their own prey, gather for a clan meeting.” Bluestar summoned. All the drama of the past few moons had taken their toll on the leader, but now she seemed more like her usual self, presentable, strong, judging.

“Battles never come without their losses, and in this case, betrayals. We have lost clan members, but also gained them. Let us not despair in the past, but look to the times that are to come as is the duty of any cat in ThunderClan. We honor today, Fireheart and Graystripe who have earned their warrior names and sat vigil, Spottedleaf and Ravenpaw, who died in the great fight to serve their clan, and Yellowfang, our newest member of ThunderClan.”

Yowls echoed through the camp, of joy and loss and overall celebration. Tigerclaw sighed and for a moment, smelled the sweet scent of Spottedleaf linger in the air.

“Today is a new day,” Yellowfang spoke up from under high rock, “I am glad to call ThunderClan my new home, but I must admit, I am old and weary. That shouldn’t come as a shock to any of you,” she laughed, “For the clan’s sake and for my own, so I may retire before I join StarClan, I ask to mentor an apprentice to help ThunderClan after I am gone.” Her eyes pierced into Tigerclaw’s as she unblinkingly looked straight at him.

“Yes of course, Yellowfang,” Bluestar dipped her head, “we can certainly-“

Tigerclaw stepped a pace towards Yellowfang, who in return nodded her head, “Bluestar,” he interjected, “I have spent these past few moons training under Spottedleaf, now she is gone, I would like for it to be continued with Yellowfang so that I may receive my full medicine cat name under StarClan.” He felt his mind go blank and if he didn’t stop himself he would ramble on too long. His paws were numb, but he could still feel himself standing on shaky legs, waiting for Bluestar’s reply.

Everyone in the clan was looking at him. He would rather die on spot than turn and face them, what could they be thinking about him.

The heartbeat of silence quickly turned to a tension filled pause. If Bluestar refused him, he gulped, “Bluestar I-“ he started again and took a crooked step back.

“Very well Tigerclaw. If Yellowfang accepts, it shall be. ThunderClan has been through wilder changes.”

“I do not dare dishonor the memory of Spottedleaf by refusing her apprentice,” Yellowfang padded to Tigerclaw, who was frozen in place, and pressed her nose to his. “Here is your first step to change,” she whispered to him, “it wasn’t learning herbs and wallowing, it was admitting what you need.”

“Sure.” He quickly licked her shoulders to conclude the ceremony. “But it’s not just about going to StarClan.”

Yellowfang raised an eyebrow.

“I really do think being a medicine cat will be good for me, I liked learning herbs and all that.” He padded back to the edge of camp, Yellowfang a pace behind him.

“That’s good,” she chuckled, “you still have a lot more learning to do. Frostfur told me to give her raspberry leaves and marigold, and I told her what kind of toadstool for brains told her to mix those together.”

“Sorry maybe my memory isn’t so sharp right now,” he twitched his ear awkwardly, “I’ll do better I promise.” Brief visions of Thistleclaw flashed in his mind as he remembered what it was like to be an apprentice. Shivering, he shook his head to forget the thought.

“It’s not that bad of a mistake,” she broke his concentration, “both would do the job to help, but together it might be too much for just a kit.” She explained with a slanted smile.

“Of course,” he sat up, “being partially right has to count for something, yeah?”

“Maybe in practice,” Yellowfang looked up to her apprentice, “but let’s keep you from treating patients solo for a little while longer, you’ve got my whole life to learn what you need.”

“I thought you said you wanted to retire?”

“I think I’ll have to change my plans if I have to mentor you, making a fighter into a healer is more than teaching herb combinations.”

He puffed out his chest and watched the meeting continue on. Even with a large wound in his neck, he felt he could finally breath again. He couldn’t predict how everyone would view him from now on, and in for this moment, he wouldn’t let it matter. Worries could be put off just until he set his vigil for Spottedleaf and his training would really begin. “I think I’ll do well.”

“That’s some gross optimism,” Yellowfang shook her head, “you get it from Spottedleaf.”

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