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menacetomany · 10 months
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diversity win! firestar’s mom uses she/he pronouns
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mousetoe-wc · 9 months
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Crystal’s family tree! There’s no changes from canon, but when I get time I’ll reblog with a bunch of headcanons for them! Despite most of these characters having little to none information on them I have a lot of thoughts on them.
Also I accidentally wrote Ruby’s name with a d but I’m not fixing it
Other family trees that relate to this one:
SandFire + Princess
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eggfeather · 5 months
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nutmeg
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goobiestar · 1 year
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“You’ll always be a warrior, Finchflash.”
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Au where Nutmeg and Finchkit (tallstar’s stillborn sister) take Tallstar and Jake’s places.
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komickatz · 5 months
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Everyone's father: Jake! + Nutmeg and Quince
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warriors-ideas · 4 months
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Au where Tiny/Scourge didn't lie to other rogues about killing a dog, the rogues drive him out until he gets lost in the city/twolegplace and he founds Rusty/Firestar's mom(idk her name sorry), he grow up if Rusty and go to the Forest with him and joing thunderclan with him
His warrior name is Iceclaw
He also helped Firestar to kill Tigerstar
🩸🔥
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gingerakao · 3 months
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Jake's family trees
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| Masterpost |
| Firestar's family tree |
| Princess' family tree |
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spiremassk · 3 months
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Nutmeg x Jake x tallstar hypokits
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worked a long time on this, was gonna make it a sibling pair but. forgot
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lesbianbeeliker · 7 months
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when I get bored and decide to draw firestar family tree (will be continued)
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booksofstars · 1 year
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Firestar's mother was a brown-and-white tabby called Nutmeg. Just before her kits were born, she dreamed that one of them, a ginger tom, was standing on a huge rock, way, way out of her reach. She called and called to him to come down, but he didn't seem to hear. A vision of Firestar on the Great Rock at Fourtrees, perhaps?
—The Warriors App
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kanatacs · 1 month
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Nutmeg <3
Can’t believe she never actually showed up in the books, only ever mentioned.
like what?! Where’s my Nutmeg?! technically she has appeared, but that was some short little thing that barely anyone has read. >:(
Justice for Nutmeg, SMH
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artaintfartwarriors · 10 months
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voiddesigns-wc · 1 year
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Firestar’s mum that is never introduced in the books yet I still have a shit ton of headcannons for
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eggfeather · 8 months
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Into The Wild - Prologue
Nutmeg groaned as labor pains shot through her. She knew she was having a large litter, but she certainly wished the kits would stop taking their time! Her tiny kittens that had already been born were being lovingly cleaned by her owners.
"Tommy." One of them said, holding her oldest, a tiny brown tom with white paws. "Luna, and Filou." They spoke softly, holding a small pair. Luna was a brown and ginger molly, with Filou being pale ginger, not unlike his father, Jake.
Another shudder, another kit either Nutmeg was losing her mind or this was getting tad easier. An owner scooped it up gently and cleaned it after she set Filou and Luna at Nutmeg's belly beside Tommy. "Another girl... So precious..." The owner cooed. A tiny pale brown tabby molly with a white chest and white paws. "Princess." They named her.
Suddenly, Nutmeg's vision went dark as the pains intensified. What's going on? She thought as her eyes closed. Scents of the outside world flooded in, as if the forest that lay beyond her garden was all around her.
There, stood tall and proud on a high rock, fur looking like a brand of silvery fire in the light of the full moon, was... Her son? Nutmeg felt a strong pull to the tom. Yes, he had to be her son. His flame coloured coat, so vibrant against to darkness like a real flame, his head held high with shining green eyes that held warmth, trust and gentleness... Nutmeg called out to him. "Son? Little one? It's me, your mother!" She called out, over and over, but he was too far away, he couldn't hear a thing she said...
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"It's okay, Nutmeg, all done... So good, kitty." Her owners rubbed her side gently, and placed the final kitten down. She hadn't even realized she had given birth to another. Her eyes widened when she saw the tiny tom, his fur the colour of a bright flame. Her heart ached as she bent her neck to lick at him, hoping that he was alright.
Please let him be okay...
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The light of the half moon shone down on the smooth boulders, turning them silver. The night quiet was only broken by the whispering ripple of water from the calm, dark river, and the gentle rustle of leaves from the forest around.
Movement stirred in the shadows. From all around the boulders, lithe, dark shapes moved slowly over the rocks, the forest air was charged with tension. Unsheathed claws glinted bright in the moonlight.
Pale amber eyes flashed with wariness. With the flick of a tail, they all leapt at one another, the silver rocks turning to a swarm of screeching, wrestling cats.
At the center of the swarm, around the frenzied claws, a massive dark brown tabby had a dark reddish-brown tom pinned to the stones. He raised his head in triumph.
"I didn't realize you were an idiot, Oakheart!" The tabby snarled down. "How dare you hunt on our territory?! Sunningrocks belongs to Thunderclan!"
"After tonight, Tigerclaw," Oakheart spat, "this will be Riverclan's land to hunt on as we please!"
A yowl of warning sounded from the shore, shrill and full of anxiety. "Look out! More Riverclan warriors! They're coming!"
Tigerclaw turned and watched as the Riverclan cats sliding out of the water silently onto the rocks. The sleek, drenched cats bounded silently up to the shore hurled themselves into the fray without stopping even for a moment to shake the water out of their fur.
Tigerclaw glared down at Oakheart. "You may swim like otters, but you and your fish breathed warriors don't belong in this forest!" He curled his lips and and showed his teeth as Oakheart struggled beneath him.
A frightened scream from a Thunderclan molly distracted him. A wiry RiverClan molly had pinned his clanmate flat on her belly, pummeling her flanks with their back feet. The wiry molly, Emberdawn, now lunged toward her neck with jaws wide open, still dripping with cold river water.
Tigerclaw made his choice, and let Oakheart go. With a powerful leap, he knocked the enemy warrior off of his brown tabby clanmate. "Quickly, Mousefur, get out of here!" He ordered, before turning on the Riverclan cat who'd been attacking her.
Mousefur scrambled onto her feet and dashed off, wincing from the wounds on her flanks and the gash on her shoulder.
Behind her, Tigerclaw was spitting fury as the Riverclan molly sliced the bridge of his nose open. His own blood blinded him for an instant, but he still pushed forward, sinking his into her leg. Emberdawn squealed loudly, and struggled away, fleeing into the river.
"Tigerclaw!" A yowl came from his left, from a tom with a bushy red tail. "This is useless, there's just too many Riverclan warriors!"
"No, Redtail! I refuse!" Tigerclaw snapped at him, batting away a blue-gray tom and clawing his ear. "Thunderclan doesn't lose, we won't be beaten!" He jumped over to Redtail's side. Blood was dribbling down his large, scarred muzzle and he shook his head in anger, scattering the drops onto the silver rocks. "This is our territory! You-"
"Thunderclan honours your courage, Tigerclaw, but we cannot lose warriors over this." Redtail urged, his amber eyes desperate. "Bluestar wouldn't ever expect us to fight against these impossible odds. You'll get your chance, we will avenge this defeat." He met Tigerclaw’s gaze steadily for a heartbeat before Redtail reared away and leaped effortlessly onto a further boulder at the edge of the trees.
"Thunderclan! Retreat!" Redtail yowled out. The rest of Thunderclan struggled free from their opponents, spitting and hissing as they backed away to stand with Redtail. The Riverclan cats looked confused as they watched, victory was not usually achieved this easily. Oakheart broke the silence with a victory yowl.
Only moments after, the rest of the Riverclan warriors joined him, caterwauling their victory over the highly contested Sunningrocks.
His gaze sympathetic, Redtail flicked his paw outwards, signaling for everyone to head back. The defeated Thunderclan warriors slunk back into trees and shadows away from Sunningrocks.
Tigerclaw followed last, rage burning inside him as he glances back over at the bloody rocks and smug Riverclan cats, his pupils narrowed into slits. With a deep growl, he followed his clan back into the silent forest.
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In a sandy ravine clearing, a blue-gray molly stared up at the half moon. All around her, was the comforting sounds of sleeping cats, breathing softly and snoring, with the occasional sleepy stretch as a cat rolled over in their nest.
A small tortoiseshell padded up towards her, her footsteps silent on the soft ground.
The blue-gray molly dipped her head in greeting. "How is Mousefur doing?"
"Her wounds are deep, but nothing she can't bounce back from. She'll be quite happy when they scar over, Mousefur always said she wanted some battle scars." She answered, but added in a more soothing tone, "She's okay, Bluestar. She's young, and strong, she'll heal quickly."
"And the others?"
"They'll all recover too."
Bluestar let out a sigh she didn't know she'd been holding in. "We're lucky to not have lost any warriors, this time. You are a gifted medicine cat, Spottedleaf, though this many patients cannot be easy for any cat..." She tilted her head again, studying the stars.
"Are you alright, Bluestar? What's on your mind?" Spottedleaf asked, nudging the leader with her paw.
"I am deeply troubled by our defeat, tonight. Thunderclan has not lost a battle on its own territory since I became its leader." Bluestar murmured. "These have been difficult times for our clan. Newleaf is late, fewer kits have been born, and these warriors aren't getting any younger... Thunderclan needs fresh blood if it is to survive."
"Remember though, the year is only just beginning." Spottedleaf pointed out calmly. "More kits will come in Greenleaf, I can feel it."
Bluestar tilted her head, watching the stars glitter silently above. "Perhaps. But training young cats into warriors takes time. It can't be rushed, but if Thunderclan is to defend its borders, it must have new warriors..."
"Looking to Starclan for answers?" Mewed Spottedleaf, following Bluestar's line of sight up into the darkness, towards the great swath of stars twinkling above.
"In times like this, all we can do is ask our ancestors for their wisdom." Bluestar replied. "Have Starclan spoken to you at all?"
"Not for some moons, Bluestar." Spottedleaf admitted, but just as she was about to hang her head and sigh, a shooting star blazed through the sky. Spottedleaf's tail twitched and the fur along her spine bristled as her body went rigid, her mouth open and eyes wide.
Bluestar's ears pricked and her icy blue eyes widened in fright, but she remained still as Spottedleaf's dark amber eyes continued to stare at the shooting star.
After a few minutes, Spottedleaf stood up and turned her head towards Bluestar. "That was a message from Starclan." A distant look swept over the smaller molly. "Fire alone can save our Clan."
Bluestar narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Fire? Fire..." She echoed, before shaking her head. "Fire is feared by all cats! How could it save us?"
Spottedleaf tilted her head in thought. "That I don't know." She admitted. "But that was the message Starclan have chosen to give to me."
The Thunderclan leader took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on the young medicine cat. "You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf." She mewed, calming her own nerves. "If Starclan have spoken, it must be so. Fire will save our Clan."
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