#Because that's what Clear Sky and Crowfeather are. And they will DESPERATELY find ways to woobify them further

[bonebabbles]

average day in the tiktok warriors fandom

he's. he's literally described on the page as enjoying the feeling of making cats viciously maul each other. He gets "validation" for his feelings constantly through Gray Wing and his other sycophants kissing his ass, and still maliciously and intentionally torments them. He beats women and children for telling him no

What they want is BREEZEPELT. This describes BREEZEPELT. BREEZE. PELT.

The cat who is ACTUALLY reprimanded by authority for being angry all the time?? The one whose dad screeches at him for having basic needs?? A character who is explicitly shown to be manipulated by an evil force because they're the only ones who validate his feelings??

THAT Breezepelt?? Ringing any BELLS?

Lemmie guess. Tiktok probably doesn't like Breezepelt much because if you acknowledge that he's a child abuse victim, you can't keep woobifying Crowfeather into a sad boy. Lol.

#INCREDIBLE briainrot on tiktok #Clear Sky literally has a scene in Book 2 where all his cats gather around and validate him #During that speech where he decides to steal more land by killing more natives #Frost is one of them and then he still shoves Thunder's face into his wound so he ''knows'' why Frost needs to die #Clear Sky is CONSTANTLY getting his toes sucked and having people tell him he's the bees knees #You see he was just slaughtering indigenous people and beating women and children because he's sad :( #How dare you call him a heartless monster he's just angry :((( #(Meanwhile Clear Sky is in the background slobbering over a young woman with traits that remind him of his kid) #Re: the simple truth that people are more interested in sorrowful abusers than messy victims #Because that's what Clear Sky and Crowfeather are. And they will DESPERATELY find ways to woobify them further #so that they can keep ignoring the children they abused.

[malkumtend]

Thought I'd do one of those Warriors Questions things just to get it out of the way. I won't make this too detailed as there are a lot of questions:

1) How'd you get into it?:

I was aware of the fandom for a long time but I never actually got into the series until last year. I finally ended up watching a short skit video about the three and Breezepelt stuck in the caves and I ended up hooked. Then I bought the first arc of books and the series consumed me.

2) Favourite character?

Squirrelflight. I've loved this cat ever since she was a scrappy little apprentice. She's just one of those characters who I love because she knows she's usually right and hates being told otherwise XD I'm so happy it looks like she'll finally get her nine lives.

3) Least favourite character?

Blackstar. I can understand why people like characters like Ivypool or Bramblestar (both I'm not fans of) but I have never seen what I'm supposed to like about Blackstar. I think he's to me what Breezepelt is to alot of fans, a character who is borderline evil and is just not a cat I can see any natural good in.

4) Favourite arc?

I love Into the Wild. It just has the best protagonist for me, also it was the best thought out in terms of a story. But... I am loving where The Broken Code is going!!

5) Favourite book (series):

The Darkest Hour. It has my favourite battle of all the series and it just gives the best story arc for Firestar. (And then he became boring as mud after that...)

6) Favourite Super Edition/Novella?

I'll answer both! Crowfeather's Trial - love the development for my angsty boy. Pinestar's Choice - I genuinely love this novella! It has heart, a genuine relatable situation, and I find myself reading Pinestar's interactions with the kittypets over and over again, I just love it.

7) Least favourite book (series)?

The Forgotten Warrior. SOL WAS WASTED AS A VILLAIN.

8) Least favourite Super Edition/novella?

Squirrelflight's Hope - I hate this book with every fibre of my being. Don't get me wrong I love my ginger queen, but I hate the sisters, I hate how Squirrelflight is treated, and I HATE BRAMBLESTAR SO MUCH!!! Kate Cary, I know you hate Squirrel but this was overkill man! This is my favourite warrior and you put her through an abusive relationship only to shrug your shoulders and forget it ever happened! You are seriously harming the chances of children knowing what to do if they encounter these verbally abusive relationships! At least Spottedleaf's Heart had its heart in the right place.

Speaking of which. Yeah, Spottedleaf's Heart sucked. Again, I do give Vicky credit in that she clearly TRIED to present the themes of pedophillia in a respectful light. But she failed. It isn't even Thistleclaw's manipulation of a child that presents him as a clear villain to Spottedleaf, that only happens when he kills in the Dark Forest. Again, really mixed messages. Still, I respect that the book had good intentions, it just got muddled up.

9) Least favourite Arc?:

Vision of Shadows. I hate the protagonists, I find the story uninteresting, and the only interesting part of the books (Darktail) feels underdeveloped. Seriously, he had SO much potential, I love the guy but he doesn't make up for the rest in this borefest.

10) Saddest death?:

Cinderpelt. It's like Vicky said, the moment in the beginning of Twilight is heart wrenching for me. The poor desperate cat just has to deal with the unfairness of reality. It hits me in the feels every time I read it.

11) Favourite ship? (Canon):

I love Firestar and Sandstorm - love my enemies to friends romance!

12) Favourite ship? (Non canon):

I feel most people would already know this, but Squirrelflight and Crowfeather. I just think it would have made an amazing, fun dynamic to see these two bickering kids from other clans slowly fall in love.

I also really like Ravenpaw and Barley :3 my two farm boys deserve each other xxx

13) Least favourite ships?:

I'll just put em all in.

Clear Sky X Starflower (IT'S F***ING CREEPY)

Firestar X Spottedleaf (They literally spoke like three times... She was alive for ONE book)

Lionblaze X Heathertail (sooooooo boring.)

14) What would you change if you could?

I would make Spottedleaf a villain. I'm just in love with the idea of her slowly plotting in the background, with hints of it shown through interactions in each arc, until it is all finally revealed in the battle in Omen of the Stars. It would certainly be more fulfilling than her kinda basic guide role in Firestars dreams. If she was trying to cause chaos due to her feeling that Starclan abandoned her by letting her die so young, making her use false prophecies in order to manipulate events in the real world, it would make a pretty interesting manipulative villain. It could have been the end all of plot twists! I don't know, I like the idea.

Okay I think that's enough. Hope you guys found my opinions interesting (you probably didn't) and if my opinion goes against yours, please don't think I'm trying to insult you. It's just my silly two cents after all. Keep on loving and hating what you like.

At least we all agree that we're Warriors fans!

#warriors #warrior cats #opinions #questions #erin hunter #you know it's just my opinion right

[sunnymoon-sunshine]

One thing that I would have loved to see was Crowfeather grow genuinely close to Nightcloud.

I understand where the authors were coming from, I really do. Crowfeather, having lost his first love and his heart broken by his second, taking a WindClan mate solely to prove his loyalty to his clan, even if he doesn’t truly love her. It makes for a decent story that follows Crowfeather’s unhappiness.

However, I would have loved to see a heartbroken Crowfeather come back to a WindClan that very much needed him after their big move to their new territory, yet they all know what he did. Abandoning his clan, and worst of all - the rumor spreads that he snuck off with ThunderClan’s medicine cat. Whispers follow him no matter where he lurks. He is the ostrizised warrior of WindClan.

Crowfeather isn’t about to lay down and accept his new title quietly, however. Nor does he argue it - it’s absolutely deserved. Instead, he begins working as hard as he can. Hunts, patrols, volunteering for anything and everything. Biting comments are often sent his way; he flicks his ears back and ignores them. He will be the warrior WindClan needs. His mistakes will be put behind him. His heart aches, his paws tire, but he will not allow himself to be known for the rest of his life as “the one who ran away”.

And then there’s Nightcloud.

She, much like the rest of the clan, is absolutely appalled by his behavior. He’s gone from the WindClan chosen cat, the very promising warrior and son of the old deputy, to a deplorable outcast who betrayed the code and the cats he swore to protect. It’s hard to trust Crowfeather - what if he runs off again? When they need him most? She is one of the more vocally opposed cats to his actions.

However, the thing about Nightcloud is that she might be blunt, testy, and a force to be reckoned with, but she’s also fair. She doesn’t pretend not to see his flailing about, trying to retain his grumpy demeanor while also desperately clawing for approval. She notices how hard he works. 

“Oi, Crowfeather, snuck off to see your new tail?” Comes a jeer, aimed at a slightly bedraggled looking Crowfeather coming in with a hefty rabbit in his jaws.

Nightcloud leaps to her paws, spitting, “That’s rabbit’s more than you’ve done today, innit, Weaselfur?”

“He’s a lousy, lazy-”

“Lousy? Certainly! Lazy? Go chase a couple of mouse tails!”

Crowfeather watches her. She’s can’t read that expression - but there’s no gratefulness there. No curiosity or confusion. But just looking at him, she can almost hear him say the word he’s thinking, without ever needing to vocalize it: “Why?”

"Because you don’t deserve hate for things you haven’t even done yet.” Nightcloud explains one evening, much later. The moon was rising high in the sky, nearly full, and she could see his pelt on the moor as clear as if it were midday. The two had gotten into the habit of getting out together, because no one else would go out to hunt with Crowfeather, and she can keep an eye on him and confirm to the clan he isn’t sneaking off somewhere. That, and she liked not having cats try and bust in on her private conversations, anyway.

In fact, she swore he was almost charming sometimes.

“Fair enough,” Crowfeather conceeds, with a nod of his head. He’s not sure if he appreciates Nightcloud’s company, or just glad to have company at all. “Would be nice if I could step out of camp without being called a traitor.”

“Would be nice if you hadn’t snuck out and abandoned the clan.”

Crowfeather’s ears grow warm under her steady gaze. “...Fair enough.”

Moons pass, and the clan is beginning to gain some trust back, much in part due to Nightcloud’s ever growing vocal support of him. The two are rarely seen without the other these days, and talks shift from Crowfeather’s rendevouz with the ThunderClan medicine cat, to Crowfeather and Nightcloud’s mid-night frolicking. They try to ignore it - neither deny it.

Nightcloud is ferocious, yet playful. Crowfeather finds that she likes to walk slightly ahead of him, hold her head slightly low, and examine him as if she were trying to pry open all his secrets. He’s told her a fair few, too. The topic of Leafpool never leaves his tongue, but he’s spoken of many things. The Tribe in the mountains, his adventure to the Sun-drown place, even bits about his friends from other clans. At first, she seemed to prickle at the topic of his fellow prophecy cats, but eased into it with time. He spoke of them as if they were family, but only them. The rest of the clans could pitch themselves off a cliff for all he cared.

“Aren’t you the caring type?” Nightcloud spoke dryly, but there was a glimmer of amusement in those honey amber eyes.

Crowfeather kept a straight face when he replied, “Never cared for a soul.”

He was rewarded with a snort in contempt.

The two often huddled together during leafbare, pelts pressed together, looking at the stars. It was something everyone did often in the old territory, yet it felt so fresh and new here.

It came to a surprise to no one, when one early spring morning, Nightcloud kitted. One little kit, Breezekit, as a reminder of that fresh wind that whisped through the camp.

Crowfeather and Nightcloud became notorious partners. Never one without the other, always backing each other up. Crowfeather was the first to snap at whoever complained about his mate, and Nightcloud was quick to point how how hardworking Crowfeather was, “At least compared to the rest of you lot!” They struggled as parents, especially with such a loud and troublesome bully of a son, but they always tackled it together. Things were near perfect.

Until Leafpool’s secret came crashing down around him. He’d never even known - there had been no hint, nothing to suggest that Squirrelflight’s three kits might have been anyone’s but hers. Let alone the product of his and Leafpool’s affair. And he could have gone past this - he’s salvaged his reputation before, he can do it again, especially since he hadn’t known they were even sired by himself.

But he’ll never forget Nightcloud’s wide-eyed, horrified stare, or the snarl that accompanied, or the desperate words that she spoke when they were away from prying eyes and pricked ears,

“Did you even love me in the first place? Or were you using me all along?”

#sunnymoon's rambles #warrior cats #crowfeather #nightcloud #breezepelt #warrior cats AU #briefest breezepelt mention in the world #and then take it and smash it to pieces #the angst #:> #I feel like I did not write crowfeather that well #alas #he is hard to write in this situation where he would not snap as much as usual #cat contemplations

[loomimoosh]

Breezepaw has learned of a long-dead affair that split WindClan and sired one of ThunderClan’s most powerful members.

Namely, Tallstar, the previous WindClan leader before Deadstar, once had a mate outside the clans; a kittypet named Jake. Together they had a son named Rusty, who later became Firestar.

Breezepaw was furious. He felt as though ThunderClan owed them something for stealing such a valuable warrior from his father’s clan. This couldn’t be fair, could it? Breezepaw began to hate ThunderClan, and Firestar himself.

Eventually, he began to think StarClan hated WindClan because of all the terrible things that had happened to them; the stories of ShadowClan chasing them out of their old territory, the fact that they sent an apprentice on the Great Journey when the other clans sent fully grown warriors, tying Firestar’s fate to ThunderClan instead of WindClan, even their leader had a broken foot that plagued his every step.

StarClan hates us, he concluded.

This growing malice in his heart attracted spirits from the Place of No Stars. Clearly, this was an opportunity. For moons on end, they had plotted, wondering how to free themselves from their torture of eternal hunger and darkness. Then, Breezepaw gave them the answer.

They sent a contact: a nice motherly woman named Rainflower, who was sick of being treated this way. She spoke to Breezepaw in his dreams, and explained. He could lessen StarClan’s power himself by convincing his clanmates to turn their backs on StarClan. The less support they had, the less power they would have.

Of course, she left out the part where, once StarClan was weak enough, the Dark Forest cats would raid their territory, taking the beautiful eternal hunting grounds for themselves. It wasn’t important.

Rainflower told Breezepaw she and her friends would do anything in their power to help him, but he had to be the one in control.

Breezepaw, blinded by hate and the offer for power, agreed without hesitation.

His first target was Heatherpaw, another apprentice in WindClan. She was young and impressionable enough to convince without too much effort. She would understand his logic, and soon turned away from StarClan.

He went for the other apprentices next, then his mother and father. He was able to convince them all fairly smoothly, save for Kestrelpaw, who simply went along with it to keep Breezepaw from badgering him all day. Clearly, the medicine cats would take more work.

Breezepaw reached out to the Dark Forest, this time meeting a WindClan cat name Hawkheart. He explained he needed a curse. Something small enough to be manageable, but big enough to be convincing. Hawkheart offered the idea of a famine. It would be a small famine, but enough to compound WindClan’s other problems. And, of course, when the medicine cats spoke at half moon, they would learn no other clan dealt with such problems.

The famine was rough. The Dark Forest cats chased away half the prey in the night, using nothing more than shadows and noises to convince the prey to leave. WindClan started going hungry, and soon Deadstar had lost a life to the famine. Sure enough, at half moon, Downtuft and Kestrelpaw expressed their concerns to the other medicine cats, only to be met with confusion. Prey ran well in the other clans. ThunderClan was doing very well (partly due to the prey chased there by the Dark Forest) and it wasn’t leaf-bare.

Kestrelpaw was suspicious, but Downtuft began to lose her faith in StarClan. Crowfeather may have been right about them hating WindClan. But just maybe.

Other WindClan cats lost their faith. Breezepaw, now Breezepelt, expressed his concerns about WindClan’s well-being to the Dark Forest cats. This time the contact was Hawkfrost, who understood completely. He said the famine would last another quarter moon, at which point they would send Downtuft a false prophecy. Once WindClan’s medicine cat no longer trusted StarClan, surely the rest would follow suit.

A quarter moon later, sure enough, Downtuft received a dream. A dream of the moors, all grass and heather in flames. The other clans at the lake were left unscathed. As she looked up at the sky, the stars faded over WindClan territory. And the ground ran red with blood. Just beyond WindClan territory, two figures sat together; Tallstar and Jake.

The message was clear. We hate you. We hate you and the transgressions of those before you. You deserve to suffer, and you will suffer until you die.

Downtuft believed it and turned her heart from StarClan. She stopped going to half moon Gatherings, stopped teaching the word of StarClan, and stopped speaking so fondly of Tallstar.

Kestrelflight was devastated, and sought help in the form of a friend in RiverClan named Buzzardwing. Kestrelflight explained that WindClan was being corrupted and he didn’t know what to do.

Buzzardwing explained: your best. That’s what you do. Heal your clan to the best of your ability. Keep them healthy and thriving. But most of all, keep your faith up. You will only lose if everyone falls, so stand tall. Stay strong, and we’ll find an answer.

It may not have been much, but it was just what he needed. Kestrelflight kept healing his clan, spoke with Deadstar about what was happening, and at half moon, silently asked StarClan for guidance. StarClan was losing their power as more and more cats came to hate them, but they could send a message. A real prophecy.

A tree born of fire planted three seeds. One was the earth and its fruit. One was the sky and its storms. And one was the water and its flow. These three seeds were separated by the winds, but will grow and rise to save you from yourself.

Kestrelflight walked home that night desperate to fix his broken clan.

#river bird au #i think im just having fun at this point #lol this isnt even really a rewrite anymore its so different