#Starlit Clans

[writing-makes-me-human]

Trial By Water 🐚: Part 2

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Pairing: Aonung X reader

PART ONE: HERE

Summary: Aonung meets your parents as is tradition for your clan and it doesn’t go over well, he then gives you a gift and you watch his jealousy over another man simmer over.

Word Count: 4.2 k

Warnings: Hurt to comfort, jealousy, none.

A/N: Hello I am working on the next part of my other series Love and Guests (which you should check out) and three requests I’ve gotten so if my posting schedule suddenly becomes a nightmare that is why. Please enjoy xx

Also finally made my masterlist workable, I’m gonna work on making it cute after I finish my other series.

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A few days had passed since that day on the beach when Aonung confessed to you that he intended to pursue you to be his mate, and since then, all hell broke out.

You had come back hand in hand after the night of bashful glances and flirting under starlit skies, and rumors had encased the village like a wildfire burning through the woods. These dirty rumors wouldn't have troubled you if the stories hadn't spread to your parents, and while it seemed that you had made up your mind about which of the two suiters you would pick, your parents had other plans in store for you.

Your clan had many rules and traditions that had to be followed during the period of courting a mate, and your parents were traditionalists in every sense of the word. They cared very strongly for their people, and to them, that meant you must find a mate who followed the rules to an extreme level, and Aonung was not the rule-following type.

Ixa'Tey knew of your mother's temperament towards managing oneself punctually. So while he would arrive at every agreed meeting on time bearing gifts, Aonung would come as he usually did to all other meetings, late and still wet from the water with a grin on his face.

Aonung knew your parents to be strict and quite conventional in most of their ways, but he thought they would have put that aside when they saw the fact that you were quite clearly in love with him, nobody else. He was wrong.

The first meeting between the parents and the admirer was critical to setting up a long line of contact that would continue throughout everyone involved lives if the mating ritual was successful and blessed by Eywa.

You had awkwardly been pacing outside your family's pod for ten minutes before he finally turned up. He was still damp from the water, and a devilish grin was on his face.

"Hey, sorry I'm late, I got held up", he didn't take much notice of your exasperated face.He leaned in and gave you a peek on the cheek, but as he withdrew, your mother sharply opened the flap to her pod to ask you for the fifth time where the boy was. Her eyes crossed sharply between the two of you with a scowl aimed at the boy when she saw his position.

He finally seemed to pick up on the tension, and his ears dropped along with his smile. He put his fingers to his forehead and withdrew them. Your mother copied the action but did not speak to welcome him.

She turned and walked deeper into the pod, waiting for you to welcome him inside.

You sighed and gently gripped his arm, squeezing it to reassure him that he would be alright. He looked down at you and whispered another apology with his pupils blown at the sight of you with sacred clothing and decorated hair that was anticipated with this type of ritual.

You led him forward and cleared your throat so your father would look up from the knife he was sharpening. Aonung tried to stay strong, he really did, but your old man had a glare on his face that could have challenged medusa.

"You are late", your father rumbled, his voice filling out the space and then some with his clear show of dismay at Aonung's tardiness.

"I'm sorry, I had no intention of upsetting you, I got distracted with a matter", your favorite courter spoke, his voice filled with the same tone his father used when he wanted to talk to his people about a serious matter.

"A matter that was more important than my daughter?" Your father took the sharpened weapon and pointed it towards him threateningly before he placed it beside him on the mat.

Aonung was caught for words. Usually, when he told people he was busy, they just accepted it because he was the chief's son, and of course, he had somewhere to be, something noble he was learning for the betterment of his people, but right now he became aware that this was not going to be a usual interaction.

"Sit down", your father commanded, taking displeasure in the boy's silence that was misinterpreted as idle contemplation.

You could feel the unease radiating from your boy. It seemed to be clocking in place that this wouldn't be easy.

The silence was stony as your mother reappeared with four bowls filled with fresh fish dosed in spices and herbs.

Your mother walked around and gave her husband and then Aonung their food, leaving you for last. When you gripped the bowl from her hands with a gentle thanks, you couldn't hold back the one-syllable gasp you let out as you looked down at the food and then at your mother, who busied herself with getting a drink for everyone.

You had told her specifically, anything other than this dish, it was Aonung's least favorite meal, and it was something he despised eating.

You quickly looked over at Aonung as he looked over the food with a distanced look of mild revulsion. When your mother turned around, he smiled politely and complimented her on the smell of the meal as she handed him a full cup of water which he gratefully took.He spared you a look over the rim of the cup as he sipped the water. His eyes tried to assure you that he would be okay while yours widened in questioning.

You had seen him literally spit this meal from his mouth on multiple occasions, but he couldn't refuse the meal. That would have been beyond insulting to your mother and would end the meeting far too early.

He dug into the bowl and picked up a piece of diced fish, spooning it into his mouth as you and your parents did the same.

Your mother's eyes were trained on him as he chewed, waiting for any noise that could be directed to disgust, but he seemed to take the meal as a challenge and ate every bite without letting out a single noise of nausea.

It was such a small thing, but you were proud of him, he was a picky brat most of the time, and this small act showed he was serious about winning you and your family over.

"You know, Aonung is the fastest swimmer in the clan", you spoke in between bites, feeling the need to defend your love against your mother's blatant attack.

Your father hummed in acknowledgment but didn't raise his eyes from his bowl, scoffing down the food without much contribution at chatter.

"And he's a fine warrior, he can take out any man in a fight, I've even seen him beat his father", you nodded to your mother, who eyed your flattery curiously.

You hadn't been so forward with speaking of Ixa'Tey's achievements when he had been here a few nights ago, and she could see by the way your proud smile adorned your face that you were ruthlessly trying to convenience them he would be a good match.

"y/n!" Aonung muttered your name in an order for you to stop. He could tell his presence was not going down well, and in his eyes, it was not the time to start bragging about his abilities.

"It's true! And he's a mighty hunter, he brings back twice as many fish as any of the other hunters", you could feel his shame radiating off him, but your father finally quirked his eyes up, sharing a look with your mother before returning to you.

Your father's frown was deep, and you could see a spark of rage in his eyes as he stood up and scowled down at you and Aonung. Your mother placed a hand on his waist to try and coax him back down, but your father was on a road he couldn't be deterred from.

"I would like to meet this man you speak of because I only see a boy in front of me. He turns up late without an offering, then he dares to say nothing at your honor when I ask him of your importance!" Your father was yelling, all the neighbors would most likely hear the loud shouts, but you didn't care about them.

You gazed at Aonung during the speech and watched as his ears flattened and his tail hid beneath his legs. He suddenly felt very voiceless at everything, and it shocked you with an anger you didn't know could be aimed at your father.

You stood up, eyes flaring with fury as you felt the disappointment in your parents for derailing this evening so badly turn into infuriation.

"And what about you? What about your faults? Mother, you haven't even spoken to Aonung since he arrived, instead, you make a meal you know he hates and watches him suffer for your amusement! He has apologized for being late, and perhaps he didn't answer your question, father, because your rudeness struck him!" You could feel Aonung's presence behind you as he stood up and grabbed your wrist with his clean hand. A silent plea to sit down in his eyes.Feeling defeated by your father's icy glare, you sat down again, cursing everything within sight at the war this dinner had become.

"I think perhaps we should re-schedule", your mother piped up after three minutes of uncomfortable silence passed in which your father's glare switched from Aonung back to you several times.

"You've been unfair", you swallowed the fear of crossing your father again so openly and let your hand wrap around Aonung's to pull him towards you.

"He is a good man, father I swear to you, he just needs you to give him a chance", your tone of malice fell as you squeezed Aonung's hand and gave him a spare glance.

He looked at you with so much pride it nearly broke your heart open. You both knew you had chosen each other, and as soon as the ceremonies were over you two wouldn't be able to keep from one another.

Just because your parents had already silently chosen Ixa'Tey didn't matter because you knew that Aonung was destined to be your mate, and if you had to defy a few dumb rules written by your ancestors to secure him in your life, then so be it.

Aonung had enough of being scared into silence and stared at your father, prepared to speak for himself after you had done so for so long.

"I was late because my sister's mate had an accident, I never meant to disrespect you or y/n, I care for her deeply", he took a deep breath before he continued, "But if I am to be Olo'eyktan then sometimes I have to be late to things, even if I let them down".

You smiled, gratified at his selflessness that was now beginning to show care for your people through purposeful actions instead of his silent brooding as it had been a few years ago.

"I am here to court your daughter, and I swear that no matter what, I will be there for her when she really needs me, but I have to prioritize people's safety", even though a part of you highly doubted that Lo'ak had been in an accident and this was most likely a white lie to get out from under the moral high ground your father had over him, you couldn't help but beam at his show of maturity.

While there were lies and things you knew Aonung didn't mean thrown into his speech for the show to impress your father, you knew that he meant it as a way to please you. He only agreed to come to this dinner at your begging, and if your parent's approval were what you wanted, then he would get it for you, even if he had to pretend to give a shit about Lo'ak or his future duties as Olo'eyktan.

You looked up to your father and waited as he deliberated an answer to you both. In his eyes, you could see that he knew you had picked Aonung over the other boy, but he still couldn't decide if he would allow it.

He grumbled before sitting back down in his place, grabbing his bowl to scrape the remnants off the edges and into his mouth.

Your mother's face was pulled into a tight line, but she said nothing and stood up to hand around a handful of large damp leaves you could all use to clean off your hands with.When she sat back down, your father spoke, letting the words fill the room and silence any speaking of the later arguing.

"So, you are a hunter?" He asked Aonung, his eyes grazing up and down the young man before resting to hold eye contact.

"Yes, sir", Aonung cleared his voice, trying to act nonchalant about the whole interaction.

"I will take you on a hunt then, and test to see if my daughter is right about her claims", your father's eye fell on his food, and it allowed you and Aonung the time to side-eye glance each other with childish smirks on your faces as if you had just gotten away with something.

The rest of the evening went silently, if not for the odd question from your father, who asked Aonung how his father was and if he had heard any news about the sky people.

Once dinner was finished, you excused yourselves under the guise of walking Aonung home when the reality was you were both running down the beach as far away from your family's pod as you could get to rant and rave about every detail.

You had pushed his shoulder slightly when you exited the pod, and then he pushed back, and before long, you had raced each other along the beach and settled yourselves against a rock that was peeled back and revealing itself due to low tide.

You heartily laughed as Aonung came and pressed a kiss to your cheek and then commanded he sits beside you and nestles into your side against the cold breeze that was enveloping the land.He sighed merrily as you clung onto one another, it was all a peaceful and rather loving moment of watching the eclipse occur together until his dumb voice had to shatter the tender moment.

"Do you think I should go and break Lo'ak's leg for safe measure?" He chuckled at himself while burying his mouth into the nape of your neck, trying to hide the fact the sentiment was half serious.

You gasped in faux shock and pulled away from him theatrically, watching his brow crease in confusion as you hadn't entirely laughed at his tease towards his sister's mate yet.

"You don't mean to say it was all a lie, do you? That the real reason you were late is that you were probably slacking off with Rotxo and forgot the time?" You laughed at his sheepish face and apologist attitude.

"I wasn't messing around with Rotxo, it was serious, I promise", he said with a half-baked regretful tone that begged for you to come back and lay in his arms.You did so with the tease still sharp on your tongue.

"Really? What was so serious?" You were smiling like a fat cat, sure that you had him cornered.You didn't mind that he was late, you knew the type of person you intended on being with, and every quality he had was what made up someone you would be blessed to spend the rest of your days with, and his carefree attitude was something you treasured.

Of course, you had wanted him to meet your parents, and while you had been worried that he had forgotten or simply stood you up, as soon as he had come running to you, at that moment, the feelings you had for Aonung seemed to sink in and the thought that Aonung would be here for you like this every day was world-changing to you.

"I was getting something for you", he muttered under his breath while he nervously looked up at the sky, watching the stars that had quickly begun to appear thanks to the cover of darkness granted by the eclipse.

You turned in his arms, staring at his face with a raised brow at the bashful tone he had suddenly taken.

"Oh really? What?" You still felt the bite of your sassy tone, but there was also a curious glint in your eye which seemed to give Aonung a stroke of confidence.

He debated in his head for several seconds before he pushed himself back a bit and reached around his waist to the burlap sack that was tied to his waist, which was usually filled with pretty shells or small tools.

He dug around for a spell before his fingers grabbed hold of something and pulled it out to present to you.

In his palm, it appeared to be just a jumble of dark brown cord and three large shiny stones, but as he took his other hand and held it above your head, you gasped in awe.

The necklace was made up of a brown cord that would wrap around the neck in a semi-lose grip with two jet-black stones, both the size of a tooth that deviated at the front. To connect the ends of the necklace together, there was a blood-red stone that would lie flat in the middle of your chest when worn.

You reached up to touch it, but Aonung playfully snatched it away with a smile on his face that he could have used to power the sun.

"Surely you don't want to wear both, they'll clash against each other", he gestured down to the simple brown cord bracelet with the pearl centered on it that Ixa'Tey had made for you with a devilish grin.

You wanted to scorn him and tell him that just because you had picked each other that didn't mean you could hurt the other boy's feelings like that with such a clear sign of implicit rejection.Upon seeing your look of half-entertained critique about his terms of accepting his gift, he shrugged and went to put the necklace back into his side, but you quickly grabbed onto his arm and shouted in protest.

"No wait!" You could feel your blush overtaking your face at the loud plea you let out, which immediately let Aonung know you were fond of the beautiful necklace he had made.He smirked and pulled the necklace back up as if he was holding a fish over an Ilu to try and convenience it to do something it didn't want to.

"You really are a jealous man, you know that?" You huffed as you toyed with the adjustable ends of the bracelet on the other side of your wrist.

"Well, you are mine, aren't you? Everyone should know that, and Ixa'Tey should do better next time he tries to win over me", he spat out the other boy's name as he stared down at the bracelet with a jealous twitch in his eye.

You shook your head with a false frown on your face as your heart soared at the bold declaration of interest and protectiveness over you.

You gave in and slowly, as if you were teasing him, pulled the left cord of the bracelet to let it grow bigger until you slid off the bracelet and held it up between your fingers for him to see.

"Happy?" You sighed as you went to put the bracelet away in your own side sack that you used for carrying snacks and bits you had collected over the years of being outside.

"No, I want you to throw it away", his smirk had turned predatory as he demanded more of you.

"I can't do that!" You yelled. Yes, the bracelet looked abysmal when held up to the beauty of what Aonung had created for you, but it had still been made for you out of the kindness of someone's heart.

"Fine, then perhaps I will find another pretty girl who wants my gift", Aonung gave a mock shrug as he went to leave.

He had just gotten down from the rock and let his hand down to replace the necklace, but you allowed him to push you around with ease for the second time that night.

"Okay, okay!" You jumped up and followed him down to the sand as you quickly ran in front of him to prohibit him from going any further.

He cocked his head to the side with a shit-eating grin on his features that made you desperately want to hide under a rock and never emerge out of fear he would see exactly how his charm affected you.

You took your heel, and right in front of him, you kicked a hole into the beach to cover up the bracelet as he watched on with far too much enjoyment in his eyes.

You had to kick away as much sand as possible before dropping the bangle into the hole that was as deep as your middle finger. You crouched down to the ground, and you could feel Aonung's high spirits at seeing you quite literally on your hands and knees to receive the gift he had created.

You pushed all the sand over it to try and hide the evidence of the gift ever existing, while the shame of going to so much effort only lightly played on your mind as you looked up to see Aonung's eyes glowing with the light of the stars.

His figure was visible with the light of the sky above you, and it made your breath swallow you whole as his smile shocked you back into reality.

"Now can I have my gift", you tried to act as casually as you could with your sandy palm outstretched to take the jewelry off him.

He gently shook his head at your hand, and for a second, you thought he was about to ask you to do something else, but just as you were about to put your foot down, he rolled his eyes and turned his finger in a circle to tell you to twist yourself around.

You gleefully did so, nearly crashing into his chest in your eagerness to accept the jaw-droppingly beautiful offering.

He chuckled as you crouched down slightly to allow him the space he needed to bestow it above your head and onto your neck.

He brought the necklace above your head and brought it down over your skull. You thought he would leave you to adjust the fitting, but he lovingly grabbed as much of your hair as he could and gently pulled it out from under the rope so that it could lay on top of the accessory, and then to your surprise, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder making you shiver.

He ran his finger along the spot where he had kissed, and it took everything you had to pull away from him.

"You are the most beautiful thing Eywa ever created", he cooed to you, the words ringing in your ears.

You turned to him leisurely and let your hands reach down to inspect the necklace with an ecstatic smile on your face that he decided made the several hours of swimming to find the matching stones and violent red crystal worth it.

"I'll wear it forever", you smiled, feeling the love he had put into the work consume you.

"I'm glad you like it", he dared to move closer to you, feeling your breath over his jaw.The feeling that had been with you on the other side of the island all those days ago returned, and while you knew that your parents would be ropeable if they ever found out you proceeded without their blessing, you didn't care.

You closed the gap and pressed your lips against his in the softest peck you could manage, which made Aonung's lungs nearly collapse as he chased after your lips.

The peck was turned into a passionate kiss as he tilted his head to press his open lips against yours. The feeling of his soft, plump lips under your own made the whole planet turn on its head as you desperately pulled him closer so you two could deepen this kiss.

When the natural end of the kiss came, and you both pulled back, you could see his lips were hooded over with a glaze of mirth, and his lips were damp from your spit.

You wanted to thank him for the gift and the kiss, but you could only seem to get out stutters of noise which made him let out a breathy chuckle that wasn't quite teasing and sent an erotic wave of desire through your stomach.

"If that's all it takes to get a kiss from you, I'll give you something every week", he brought you forward and pressed his forehead against yours in a repeat of what happened last week.

You placed one hand on his chest while the other clutched onto the red crystal of your necklace. The feeling of his heart racing beneath your palm made your erotic needs die out, and your snarky habits emerged.

"I don't think your heart could take a kiss from me every week", you laughed as you tapped your finger over his chest in time with his heart, showing that it was going quite quickly.

He pulled back from you with a roll of his eyes as he stuck his heavy bicep over your shoulder and made you carry the dead weight as he guided you both back to the pods.

"That's enough out of you girl, come on, keep up, how are you going to be Tsahik if you can't even carry my arm?" He was taking great pleasure in watching you struggle to lift the arm off your back that was too heavy for you to raise.

"How will you be chief when all your muscle is in your arms rather than your brain?" You chortled back as he laughed and took the weight off you, instead enveloping you in a side hug as you two wandered back home.

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[koisuko]

Can you write bi han with a reader that likes stargazing? Maybe they make him go outside and point out constellations 🫶🫶

Note: this will be a reader who has a crush on bi-han, not an s/o, as thats my default heh, also reader will be semi shy since thats a cute dynamic with bi-han

fluff, gn reader, mean bi-han turned soft, semi shy reader, oneshot

here is the sequel

tw: none

You and Bi-han had shared numerous encounters throughout your time in the Lin Kuei, whether on joint missions or during visits to the temple. Your attraction to the Grandmaster was undeniable from the moment you first met. His unwavering commitment to the clan, along with his formidable strength, were qualities that drew you in, not to mention he was quite the looker.

However, despite the time you had spent around him, you realized that you knew very little about the man behind the icy exterior. Bi-han always seemed intimidating, with a permanent mask of disdain for the world that left you feeling shy and hesitant. Your attempts at starting a conversation with him usually resulted in your own embarrassment and a quick retreat. Tomas, a close friend and confidant, took immense pleasure in teasing you about these encounters. "Ran into Bi-han again, I see, hmm?" he'd say with a sly smirk, poking fun at your ongoing struggle. You had opened up to Tomas about your feelings, seeking advice on how to melt Bi-han's icy exterior, but he too was at a loss, as the Grandmaster's heart was primarily devoted to the Lin Kuei.

And so, you found yourself setting up a cozy blanket not far from the temple, the calm starlit night serving as the backdrop for your plan. Your intention was to create a picnic beneath the celestial canvas, adorned with homemade dishes tailored to Bi-han's preferences. Unearthing his favorite foods had proven to be a challenging endeavor, but if it all went according to plan, it would be worth the effort.

Stargazing had been a beloved pastime of yours, a refuge from restless nights during your childhood. The twinkling flames above had a soothing effect, and you often buried yourself in books about stars and constellations. The patterns formed by the stars, creating beautiful, glowing images, never ceased to fascinate you. With this picnic, you hoped to share a moment of celestial beauty with Bi-han, a pause in the chaos of life to admire the universe's celestial artistry.

As Bi-han reached his private quarters after a tiring mission, you gathered your courage and stopped him in his tracks, bashfully approaching his towering form. He met your gaze with his usual intensity, although there was a hint of something unfamiliar in his eyes. "Bi-han, are you busy?" you asked, scratching the back of your neck as anxiety washed over you, causing your cheeks to flush under his gaze. For a moment, he remained silent, lost in thought due to your sudden intrusion. Taking his silence as a cue to continue, you added, "I-I wanted to show you something, but only if you're comfortable." Bi-han turned to face you fully, still staring with his characteristic intensity. To your surprise, his gaze softened slightly, replaced by a gentler yet emotionless expression. "Show me," he said in a blank tone. A small smile graced your features, and the excitement in your chest was palpable. You had successfully broken through a barrier, and you led the way to your surprise.

As you guided him, your increasing anxiety became evident. You began to focus on the stone path beneath your feet, and you couldn't shake the feeling of Bi-han's eyes on the back of your head. Did you have something in your hair? You were half tempted to turn around and meet his gaze, hoping to find the answer to your question through his expression. Although, given his expressions are usually unreadable, the attempt would likely be in vain.

Finally, you stopped near the small banquet you had carefully set up. There were a variety of dishes awaiting both of you, along with a small book by your chosen seat. You turned your attention to Bi-han, gauging his reaction to your endeavor. His expression wavered between subtle surprise and intrigue, and you could hear a slight inhale, presumably in response to the enticing aromas of the dishes you had worked so hard to perfect.

With a small smile, you approach the blanket, settling in your chosen spot before motioning for him to sit next to you. Bi-han maintained his look of confusion but complied, mirroring your seated position. "Feel free to eat anything; I made it all for you," you invited. Bi-han's gaze fell to the dishes, his eyes widening briefly, a reaction you couldn't help but notice. The dishes were a testament to your dedication. There was a platter of succulent grilled teriyaki chicken, marinated to perfection and glistening with a savory glaze. Alongside it was a bowl of fragrant jasmine rice, each grain distinct and fluffy, waiting to complement the flavors of the chicken. A bowl of miso soup, steaming and rich in umami, sat between the main dishes. The soup was a harmonious blend of seaweed, tofu, and the comforting warmth of the broth. "You made all of this?" he asked. You nodded, "Mhm." Pride welled up within you as he took a bite and emitted a faint, approving hum. 

In silence, you both continued to enjoy the meal. Each bite was a flavorful journey, and you couldn't help but steal glances at Bi-han, who seemed genuinely engaged in the experience. The small details, like the way his lips quirked in appreciation or how his gaze occasionally flicked towards the dishes, didn't go unnoticed. The shared meal created a comfortable bond, a connection that transcended words. You felt your anxiety ebb away as the two of you savored the dishes together. 

As you inhaled the crisp night air, a calmness washed over you, and you cherished this moment of revisiting your childhood with Bi-han. Sitting side by side, you both turned your gaze to the night sky, with its multitude of flickering stars. "Isn't it beautiful?" you finally said. Unbeknownst to you, Bi-han had shifted his attention from the sky to you, studying your features. Your face was delicately bathed in the moon's soft glow, filtered through the leaves of a nearby sakura tree. The light danced upon your hair, cascading in soft waves down your back. He would never admit it, but to him, your beauty challenged even that of a god. Bi-han nodded in agreement. "I used to do this a lot as a child, especially on sleepless nights," you confessed. You smiled, recalling those peaceful moments, blanketed by the darkness in a quiet serenity. Glancing over, you reached for the small book beside you, titled "The Stars Above." The book showed its age, with well-worn pages and a cover that had seen better days. The corners were slightly dog-eared, and the spine had creases from years of use. Gently caressing the weathered pages, you said to Bi-han, "I often lost myself in this book, spending hours on end flipping through the pages." It was a cherished possession, filled with your observations and love for the night sky.

You scooted closer to Bi-han, the brief touch of your arms sending shivers down your spine as you felt the cold radiating from his skin. He tensed slightly, unaccustomed to such close proximity, but he didn't pull away. Your eyes returned to the sky, and you pointed upward, tracing a pattern with your finger. "See how those stars form a pattern?" He nodded, and you continued, "That's the Corvus constellation." You found the matching page in the book as Bi-han leaned in for a better look. "Corvus represents the crow, a sacred bird of the Greek God Apollo," you explained. To your surprise, he appeared genuinely interested in your chosen topic. "In all the time I've seen the stars, I never looked long enough to see such pictures," he confessed. His voice was low and tinged with admiration. "Perhaps we should do this more often," you suggested, handing him the book. He looked down at it in amazement. "You'd offer me something you cherish so deeply?" he asked, surprised. You replied with a soft smile, nodding. He accepted the book, and your fingers brushed lightly during the exchange. He brushed over the worn pages and creased spine. "Take good care of it for me," you said softly, a hint of warmth in your voice. 

With the book now in his hands, you both returned your attention to the sky, a comfortable silence settling between you. And hidden behind his icy exterior, Bi-han harbored a faint pink blush, a sentiment he had yet to voice.

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[bonefall]

So, how does BB!Clear Sky lose his last life? He has 8 of them taken by Starflower, right? I think I remember you saying he loses it in a battle because he’s allergic to learning a lesson but I was just wondering if you had any specifics in mind

Yep, 8 from Star Flower sacrificing him to try and ressurect One Eye! She DESERVES IT.

In BB, Skystar is the first leader to die. This is important because the fact no other leaders were in StarClan yet is a reason why he gets into Silverpelt; being a war hawk means you get a ton of your supporters killed, who are loyal beyond the grave.

Ironic that Hell was made by One Eye in anger that he couldn't have him, like an open jaw, reminding him of his enemies beyond his cloudy haven. Spends his afterlife sickened and terrified by the Dark Forest, and its hunger for him, only to be devoured in the end by a monster of his own teachings.

But his final mortal death is probably going to be in a "glorious" battle that wins SkyClan something important. It might be a battle with RiverClan, but I really, truly don't give a shit about taking anything from 80% of Riverstar's Home or being faithful to the other 20% that I think was actually good, so it is not a goal at all to "stay true" to the canon conflict like I do with other arcs.

SkyClan needs to WIN the fight that kills Skystar. His death will be venerated like that of a godking, an example of a noble sacrifice to his "beloved clan."

"Our Glorious Leader has given his life in service of SkyClan! We shall bury him as a warrior and walk along the starlit path that he shines for us! Tonight we will mourn for his life, and tomorrow we will grow fat on his victory!" -Sparrow Heart

#BB!DOTC #Better bones au #BB!Skystar

[fallenclan]

No Going Back

Ravenshade closed his eyes.

All at once, the moss covering floor of the glow cave disappeared from under his paws, as he was whisked up into a star filled sky. Glowing lithe shapes danced around him as the spirits of Fallenclan swarmed around him, with an untold power.

Ravenshade watched, briefly letting a kit like wonder fill his heart, as the twinkling lights danced before him. And then his eyes settled on one cat in particular.

She bounded past him, her long dark fur dripping with starlight. Ravenstar caught a swift scent of pine, and followed in a dream like daze, a familiar pang hungry ambition guiding his paws.

As if he was replaying memories in his mind, Ravenshade saw his own paws raise as the cat turned around, her eyes wide in horror on her split colour face. And as he dealt that first blow, his leader ceremony commenced.

The molly dissipated into stardust and feathers and Ravenshade fell forward, disoriented. A wind rushed from behind him, with a sudden frenzy, and he heard the voice of his father mutter into his ear.

“With this life, prepare yourself to persevere. The path you are on, is one of great difficulty”

At that moment, Ravenshade felt the jaws of countless beasts tear through him. Panting, the tom tried to turn around, to face Gyoza, but in his place he saw the somber face of Troutspeckle.

She must be so proud of her kit, Ravenshade thought, seeing only his jubilant reflection in her grief stricken eyes. As she touched her nose to his head, her form dissolved into a breeze that lingered on his pelt.

“With this life, I hope you will one find empathy, for the suffering of others”

Ravenshade breathed in, bracing himself for the pain, and yet all he felt was a twinge of irritation to his shoulder. He gazed upwards, with a new sense of boldness, challenging the sky for more.

The swirling cats of Starclan surrounded him, and Ravenshade saw the almost gleeful face of Sorrelstem from within the storm. Ravenshade shivered, as a sudden freezing sensation pierced straight through his fur. She chuckled, and yet her words were laced with ice.

“With this life, don’t forget the ones who call you a friend. You wouldn’t want to end up lost and cold now wouldn’t you, oh great leader of Fallenclan!”

A great wind swept around him, and Ravenstar blinked as flying flakes of snow obscured his vision. A sharp pain embedded itself in his chest, as he heard the words of a weary elder, Moonstep, echo in his head.

“Your misplaced pride with bring downfall to this clan. With this life, I bear a warning. Learn some humility, or you’ll end up losing the very thing you did all of this for”

The pain intensified, and Ravenshade found himself falling through the open air. That starlit sky tore away from him as he descended, those grand constellations reducing themselves to distant specks. This time, a silky voice called to him.

“With this life, you must accept the consequences of your actions”

Sweetclover stood above him, looking down at him from her perch in those many, far away stars. Her expression was unreadable.

“Are you prepared? For the life you will now lead?”

Ravenshade didn’t have time to think about her words as he hit the ground, feeling every bone in his body shatter, sending a million sparks of pain through him. Gritting his teeth, he pulled himself up.

He looked around. He was no longer in Starclan.

A wave of deja vu washed over him as he made his way through that misty pine forest once again. The trees loomed around Ravenshade, casting shadows so dark, it was difficult to put one paw in front of the other.

Suddenly his ears pricked as a he heard another voice cut through the eerie silence.

“What? Scared?”

A silver she-cat padded out from behind the tree trunks.

“You should be,” snarled Blizzardfang, locking Ravenshade in a fierce stare, the stars on her pelt glittering from within the gloom.

“With this life, may you find the courage to face what is yet to come”

A nauseous feeling bubbled in Ravenshade’s chest as this next life seeped into him. He looked up at the stars. Were they… toying with him?

Ravenshade refused to be made a fool, marching through the trees, pushing passed the sickening aches in his joints, anything to get out of this wretched dream. The trees gave way to the edge of a cliff and Ravenshade’s bitter eyes fell upon that oh so familiar tortoiseshell, waiting for him on the ledge.

How he hated her. A stuck up good for nothing deputy who let his family die.

Ravenshade felt his breath rasp against his chest as he let his anger fill his every thought.

She should have been the one to die when the dogs attacked. She deserved to be mercilessly ripped to shreds, all weak and snivelling cowards do. Instead, Ravenshade had to watch as his own father’s flesh was torn into ribbons, when all she did was stand by, uselessly. Ravenshade would make her pay, he would make her feel every tooth and claw and-

He stopped.

Jumping in front of him, halting him in his tracks, was a cat he hadn’t seen since the day of the attack. He was greeted by a haunted look that painted the face of Russetflare, the same look she had given Ravenshade the last time he saw her.

That brief moment before she was swept up in the jaws of of a beast, whilst he was frozen to the ground. Whilst he stood by, uselessly.

“With this life, know, it was the same”

She spoke, but all he could hear was barking. A life flooded into him, but all he could feel was a cold numbness.

It wasn’t the same.

He was not the same!

And then, Russetflare was gone.

Ravenshade walked up to where Poppyfeather waited for him. The forest was silent, once again.

She looked at him, her face set in a calm stare, but Ravenshade still caught that glint of disgust within those amber eyes. He flashed her a grin.

“Did it hurt?” He asked, not bothering to hide his smug triumph.

“Would you like to find out?”

Suddenly Ravenshade felt claws cutting through his skin, as his eighth life tore through him. Blood blinded his sight, as he felt fierce emotions that didn’t belong to him race through his veins.

He felt a trust that wasn’t his crumble, and a rage that wasn’t his swell. And in the end, the feeling that made him sick to his stomach was one of honour. A strict urge that lay as heavy as lead in his blood, barring him from fighting with his full strength against a clanmate. A feeling that definitely wasn’t his.

Ravenshade collapsed onto dampening grass.

“You can’t kill me!” He wheezed, “You’re dead!”

Poppyfeather growled, “No, I won’t kill you. Because I know that living the way you do, will be much more painful”.

“With this life, may you be bound to your duties as a leader, so much so that your failure to keep those around safe, will cut you for your every waking moment. Never forget the price you must pay for your actions, and that your paws are always steeped in blood”

He didn’t know how long he lay there, sitting in a dark puddle, surrounded by that dark forest, body aching from this abuse from the stars. Ravenshade gazed into the sky reflected in his own bloody pool, and he saw a final cat leap down from above, here to curse him with his final life.

For the final time, Ravenshade pulled himself up, a twisted elation filling his heart. Yes, the cats of Starclan tried fight against him, hurt him, even scare him from this moment. But he knew there was nothing they could do, there was no one who could keep him from his destiny! The proof was standing there right in front of him, with a conflicted expression on her face.

Cherrystar stepped forward, and her words echoed into the night.

“Ravenshade. You have never backed down from any challenge or obstacle on your path. You’ve cut down everything and and everyone in your way and Starclan knows you could continue until every tree in this place has fallen. But as you journey down this path of carnage…”

The tabby voice trailed as the rising sun began to light up the woods, tinting Ravenshade’s fur in a bloody red hue. Cherrystar seemed to steel herself, as if bracing herself for what she was about to say.

“With this life, may you remember your loyalty. Loyalty to the clan”

She said this quietly and Ravenshade felt an unexpected calmness rush through his fur. His final life was almost… pleasant.

Cherrystar’s eyes gleamed down at him, as if she had finally come to terms with what was to be done. Above her, the morning bled into the sky, overtaking the stars, and ravens circled above, as if to celebrate the new dawn. Cherrystar continued.

“You will now be known as Ravenstar. Your old life is now behind you. When this forest rots, may you remember the roots it grew from. Because now, there’s no going back”

Cherrystar bounded off of the cliff’s edge, and into the fading starlight. The new Fallenclan leader made his way to where she had sat, overlooking the territory, and as he walked on, he felt a surge of strength in his bones as the ceremony was complete.

He no longer felt any pain, and yet blood still dripped down his face. He yowled his new name into the sky as he feels himself slipping from the dream. He did not stay for a reply. He would not have received one either.

Starclan could keep its silence for all he cared. He had withstood the might of the stars and conquered them. The new leader grinned.

Ravenstar opened his eyes.

(Note: this is the first fanfiction I’ve made in a while so sorry for typos :) anyways enjoy the mental image of Sweetclover dropping Ravenstar off a cliff lol)

(beetle note: HOLY SHIT????? oh my GOD this fic is so fucking incredible im losing it. Ravenshade only being able to see his reflection in his mother’s eyes. “when the forest rots, may you remember the roots it grew from”. oh my god)

#submission #fallenfic #spicyicymeloncat #blood tw

[zapreportsblog]

↳ what the heart wants ↲

➘ summary : Neytiri finds herself falling in love with the caring scientist that works on her planet

➘ Neytiri x reader, avatar the way of water x reader

Deep within the lush and vibrant world of Pandora, Neytiri, the fearless Na'vi warrior and leader of the Metkayina clan, found herself drawn to the human scientist (Y/N). As the days turned into nights, and the moments of interaction between them accumulated, a profound connection began to form.

(Y/N) had joined the research team on Pandora, driven by a deep love for nature and a burning curiosity about the planet's unique ecosystem. Her dedication and genuine respect for Pandora's natural beauty caught the attention of Neytiri and her people, who held the planet and its delicate balance in the highest regard.

In the heart of the dense jungle, Neytiri watched as (Y/N) immersed herself in learning the ways of the Na'vi. Her fascination with their customs, language, and spiritual beliefs endeared her to the clan. Neytiri admired (Y/N)'s open-hearted enthusiasm and desire to connect with the land and its inhabitants.

One evening, (Y/N) found herself alone in a serene glade, surrounded by the lush bioluminescent plants that painted the night with their ethereal glow. Unbeknownst to her, Neytiri had been silently observing from the shadows, captivated by (Y/N)'s presence.

Approaching with a quiet grace, Neytiri's voice was a melodic whisper in the tranquil air. "(Y/N), you honor us with your respect for our ways."

(Y/N) turned, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she recognized Neytiri. "Neytiri, I am grateful to be a guest on your planet. The beauty of Pandora and the spirit of your people have touched my heart."

Neytiri's eyes held a mixture of curiosity and something deeper. "You are not like other humans who come here seeking to exploit our resources. Your heart is connected to this world in a way that few understand."

(Y/N)'s cheeks flushed, humbled by Neytiri's words. "I can't deny my love for this planet. Its wonders are beyond compare, and the Na'vi's connection to nature is something I deeply admire."

Neytiri's gaze held a tenderness that went beyond words. "And I find myself drawn to your spirit, (Y/N). Your genuine love and respect awaken something within me."

The atmosphere between them seemed to shimmer, a delicate dance of understanding and emotion. (Y/N) felt a growing bond with Neytiri, a connection that transcended language and culture. Their conversations turned from sharing knowledge about Pandora to sharing stories of their own lives, hopes, and dreams.

As the weeks went by, (Y/N) joined the Na'vi in their efforts to protect Pandora from external threats, and her dedication did not go unnoticed. The respect and admiration Neytiri felt for (Y/N) deepened, and she found herself falling in love with the human scientist's compassionate heart and unwavering commitment.

One starlit night, as they stood at the edge of a sacred forest, (Y/N) turned to Neytiri, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "Neytiri, my heart is entwined with this world and with you. The love I feel for Pandora and your people is beyond words."

Neytiri's hand reached out to gently cup (Y/N)'s cheek, her touch tender and filled with longing. "And my heart is bound to yours, (Y/N). Your presence has brought a new light to my life, one I never thought possible."

In that moment, under the watchful gaze of Pandora's night sky, Neytiri and (Y/N) shared a kiss that held the promise of a love that would bridge two worlds. As they held each other, the stars above seemed to shine brighter, as if celebrating the union of two souls united by a shared reverence for the world around them.

Their love story was one that defied boundaries – a human scientist and a Na'vi warrior, brought together by their love for Pandora and a connection that could not be denied. And as they faced the challenges that lay ahead, their bond only grew stronger, a testament to the power of love that transcends differences and finds its home in the heart.

As (Y/N) continued her work on Pandora, the scientists around her began to notice something remarkable. It wasn't just her dedication to the research or her enthusiasm for understanding Pandora's ecosystem that caught their attention – it was the deep bond she shared with Neytiri, a love that transcended the boundaries of their respective species.

Dr. Grace Augustine, one of the lead researchers, observed (Y/N) and Neytiri interacting with a mixture of fascination and a knowing smile. She had seen love in many forms during her time on Pandora, but there was something extraordinary about the connection between these two individuals.

One evening, as the sun set over the horizon, Dr. Augustine approached (Y/N) in the research camp. "You and Neytiri have something truly special," she began, her voice soft and understanding.

(Y/N) looked up, her eyes meeting Dr. Augustine's. "Our love for each other is beyond words. She's changed my life in ways I never thought possible."

Dr. Augustine nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "And you've changed hers too, in your own unique way."

A silence hung in the air for a moment before Dr. Augustine continued, her tone carefully measured. "We've been working on a project – a way to bridge the gap between humans and the Na'vi, to create a true connection."

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dr. Augustine's gaze was steady as she explained. "We've developed a technology that allows a human consciousness to be transferred into a Na'vi body. It's a way for us to understand Pandora and its inhabitants on a deeper level."

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the possibilities. The idea of experiencing Pandora as a Na'vi, of being able to truly share in Neytiri's world, was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Dr. Augustine continued, her voice gentle. "I've seen the love between you and Neytiri, (Y/N). And I know that this technology could offer you a chance to be together in a way that was never possible before."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she looked at Dr. Augustine, her heart aching with longing. "You're saying I could be with Neytiri?"

Dr. Augustine nodded, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, (Y/N). With this technology, your consciousness could inhabit a Na'vi body, and you could experience Pandora as she does."

The offer was both exhilarating and terrifying. The thought of sharing a life with Neytiri, of experiencing the world through her eyes, was a dream come true. But (Y/N) also understood the gravity of such a decision – to leave her human life behind, to immerse herself fully in a new identity.

As (Y/N) looked out at the landscape of Pandora, her heart torn between the life she knew and the life she could have, Dr. Augustine gave her a reassuring smile. "Take your time, (Y/N). This is a decision that only you can make."

The days that followed were filled with contemplation and conversation. Neytiri was supportive, understanding the weight of (Y/N)'s choice. Together, they discussed the possibilities, the challenges, and the depth of their love.

In the end, (Y/N) made her decision. With a mixture of excitement and determination, she stood before the team of scientists, ready to embark on a journey that would forever bind her to Pandora, to Neytiri, and to a love that defied boundaries.

As the technology hummed around her, as her consciousness merged with the Na'vi body that awaited her, (Y/N) felt a rush of emotions – anticipation, fear, and a profound sense of belonging. She closed her eyes, the world around her fading as her new reality took shape.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes once more, she saw the world of Pandora through Na'vi eyes, felt the breeze against her skin, and heard the song of the forest with newfound clarity. And as she turned to see Neytiri standing before her, their eyes meeting in a silent embrace, (Y/N) knew that she had made the right choice – to be with the one she loved, to share in a world that held endless wonder, and to embark on a journey that would forever unite her heart with the heart of Pandora.

As(Y/N) adjusted to her new life as a Na'vi, the world around her took on a vibrant and awe-inspiring quality. Every sensation was heightened, every color more vivid, and every sound a symphony of life. Neytiri was by her side every step of the way, guiding her through the intricacies of Na'vi culture and teaching her the ways of their people.

Their love story, once bound by the limitations of their respective species, had now transcended into a deeper and more profound connection. As (Y/N) moved through the dense forests and explored the bioluminescent wonders of Pandora, she felt a sense of unity with the land, the creatures, and the people who had become her new family.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/N) embraced her role as a member of the Na'vi tribe. She joined them in hunts, learned the ancient traditions of their society, and even found herself communicating with the spirits of the land. Every moment was a revelation, a testament to the beauty and magic that Pandora held.

Neytiri watched with a mixture of pride and tenderness as (Y/N) adapted to her new life. She was constantly amazed by (Y/N)'s open heart and willingness to learn. Their moments together were filled with shared laughter, deep conversations, and stolen glances that spoke volumes of their affection.

One evening, as they watched the sun set over the horizon, (Y/N) turned to Neytiri with a smile. "I never thought I could feel so connected to a place, to a people. It's like a dream come true."

Neytiri's hand found (Y/N)'s, their fingers entwining in a familiar embrace. "You are part of us now, (Y/N). Your spirit is intertwined with Pandora, and your presence enriches our world."

As the days passed, (Y/N) found herself falling even more in love with Neytiri and the beauty of Pandora. She marveled at the intricate ecosystems, learned to communicate with the flora and fauna, and developed a deep respect for the balance that the Na'vi maintained with their environment.

One day, as (Y/N) stood atop the floating mountains, Neytiri approached her with a knowing smile. "Do you remember the first time we met, when you were still a human?"

(Y/N) nodded, a fond smile on her lips. "Of course. It feels like a lifetime ago."

Neytiri's gaze was filled with emotion as she continued, "You chose to leave behind your human life, your identity, to be with me. That decision touched my heart in ways I cannot express."

(Y/N) reached out to cup Neytiri's cheek, her touch gentle and filled with affection. "And I would make that choice a thousand times over, Neytiri. Being here with you, sharing in this world, it's more than I ever could have imagined."

Neytiri's arms wrapped around (Y/N), pulling her close in a tender embrace. "Our love is a bridge between two worlds, (Y/N). It is a testament to the power of connection and the strength of the heart."

As they stood together, overlooking the vast expanse of Pandora, (Y/N) felt a profound sense of gratitude. She had chosen love, chosen a new life that brought her closer to the land, the people, and the person she loved most in the universe.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, (Y/N) knew that her journey was only beginning – a journey of love, discovery, and a bond that would forever connect her heart to the heart of Pandora.

#neytiri #neytiri x you #neytiri x y/n #neytiri x reader #avatar the way of water imagines #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water imagine #avatar the way of water image #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water x reader #avatar the way of water masterlist #x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #Neytiri imagine #Neytiri imagines

[armoredtitanmistress]

𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙦𝙪𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 | Toji Fushiguro| fate's entanglements

characters: toji fushiguro x gojo!reader, toji zenin x gojo!reader

summary: fate had a sense of humor that you didn't appreciate.

tags: toji x gojo!reader, gojo’s older sister, pre-star plasma vessel arc/star plasma vessel arc, satoru content!, suggestive language, explicit language, symbolism (?), strangers to friends, angst, fluff.

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The ceiling lights that hung above your head did a very lackluster job of replicating the scenic starlit nights you had grown accustomed to. The wooden paneled walls littered with religious scrolls reminded everyone in the room of their purpose for being here. The matching floorboards had probably been polished by a low-ranking clan member. The room was filled with the voices of countless men trying to talk over one another believing their words were more important than the others.

When you first started to attend these meetings, you would listen as attentively as you could as you tried to adhere to the diligent daughter archetype. After a while, they would repeat the same things over and over again just with different wording. It made you realize that being inside this room, power was nothing but a word. None of these men truly cared for the life of anyone: not their families, not their clan, not the non-curse users that they had to save, and not the children that they sent off on missions. No, these men’s purpose for having these meetings was fueled by control and appearances.     

“When are you going to just accept Osamu’s marriage proposal? My son is an impatient man with many women being offered to him. Why not make my boy’s day, Gojo?” 

“Perhaps you should consider that there is a reason why I have never accepted his marriage proposals, Naobito. Along with any other son of yours you’ve tried to send my way over the years.”  You retort as you take a sip of the sake in front of you. Like the others, Osamu wasn’t anything to look at. By far, the most unappealing of them all. You aren’t referring to his appearance but to him as an individual. With his mediocre skill set, you believed he entered the Hei on sheer luck. His only redeeming quality is that he was the same age as you. It contributed to his unattractive appeal as his mental age did not reflect his physical.

“When will you let go of this childish rebellion and accept one of their marriage proposals? Fairytale romances and true love do not exist for someone who is to ascend to be a clan leader.” His words are possibly the only logical thing that has been said during the entirety of the meeting. Love was never something you wanted and you don’t think it ever will. Partially because of the life you were set to have but also you have never felt those kinds of emotions for anyone before aside from familial love. 

It was rich that he was talking to you about being childish. Don’t be blinded to believe that the Zenins were the only clan asking for your hand as that’s not the case. Naobito was the most persistent out of them all. Your father wasn’t even as concerned about your future spouse as Naobito was.  “You may not understand my worth or even that of your sons but if I may express myself freely, let me pose an even far more daring question that could make you understand.” I did a horrendous job of defining you before. You were indeed still glorified that much hasn’t changed but you were a puppet with a consciousness with a life that could never be your own. “How many of your sons could put up a good fight against me?” 

The expression he made was one that you wish you had taken a picture of to show Toji. His thin eyebrows furrowed with a hardening gaze that was on the brink of cracking with the tension that had been created. “Trust, the reason that you are the next head of your clan is purely because fate decided to gain a sense of humor and made you the firstborn. Your abilities aren’t enough to be considered your silver lining.” The man remarked with words that have been made known to you ever since Satoru was born. The only aspect of life that was out of reach for the elders was fate but if this life were a utopia for them, they would’ve had Satoru be born first. You were grateful that you could carry the burdens so that Satoru wouldn’t have to one day. That’s why everything was bearable since this was all for him.

“If you wanted to challenge me to a spar you could’ve asked instead of hiding it with this prolonged conversation. How about we-” The benevolent voice of your father that called your name was enough to stun you into silence. “ You’re dismissed.” 

You believed that you inherited your father’s gift of having your tone of voice direct the atmosphere of a situation rather than the words spoken. He had spoken so little during the meeting you had momentarily let it slip your mind that he was present. People would say how similar you were to him and largely judge your character based on his. You didn’t consider yourself to be calm, calculated, or reserved but the world did. You considered yourself to be the complete opposite.

Standing up, you bow to your father, “My apologies.” You don’t even make the effort to see him with the gruff he let out as a response enough for you to know his disappointment. You also didn’t need to bother to look at Naobito to know that his eyes were hunting your retreating body.  

You weren’t even allowed a moment to reflect on what had happened as a tiny body with tufted hair like yours was seated at the first steps that descended from the building. His back was facing away from you but you could make out that he was holding onto something, maybe a ball or a toy of his. You watched as his head turned as if he were inspecting the area to either avoid being seen or trying to look for someone. 

“Toru, what are you doing here?” You asked, looking around to see if he had come here alone. Most of the meetings took place at either one of the campuses for Jujutsu High but today was the rare case of holding it at the Gojo compound. 

 “Finally! I thought I was going to have to wait all day for you to come out.” The tiny boy complained as you felt his hold tighten as he tried to tug you away with him. “Now come on! I want to play!”

Those meetings became bearable for him. You smiled at the boy before you ruffled his hair. “I thought we talked about being patient, ‘Toru? You can’t run away from training like this.”

He lifted his head toward you and pouted at your words. “But I missed you! This whole week has been training and it’s always the same thing over and over again. It’s so boring!” 

Placing one of your hands into his, you allow him to lead the way, “It’s for good for you. How else do you think you’ll ever get stronger than me? I had to do the same thing at your age to get to this point.”

You didn’t wholeheartedly believe that to be true. He deserved to be a kid and be able to play, go to traditional primary school, and make friends. Naobito was right, fate had a sense of humor. A terrible one at that.

“Whatever, I can worry about getting stronger than you when I’m older. Right now, I just want to play with you!” As the eldest, you should’ve taken him back to the training grounds. As his sister, you let him coerce you into playing an array of different games. It started off physical with games like “Red Light, Green Light” then strayed into games like “I, Spy.” You often wondered if he enjoyed the life he had and if moments like these were as important to him as they were to you. I could tell you that you are naive to undermine your brother’s love for you. In many ways, you felt you were failing him as his sister. The previous comment you made is a prime example of that. You should be nurturing his childhood but at some points, you feel like you hinder it. 

As a soft yawn escaped the little boy's voice, he made quick by covering his hands over his mouth. He wanted to keep spending with you. Lately, you’ve been busy with meetings and missions. This was one of the rare occasions that he’s been able to have you alone and away from everyone else. He didn’t want to go to sleep and then wake up with the uncertainty of if he’d even catch a glimpse of you throughout the day. 

You smiled at him as you poked his cheek. “I spy with my little eye someone who needs to go to sleep.” You brought your hand out for him to take but the 7-year-old boy didn’t budge.

He shook his head, crossing his arms over one another, and with a pout, he affirmed, “I’m not tired!” His body was against him as another yawn came out.

You scooped him up into your arms and almost instantly he fell asleep. Thankfully, where you guys were was close to the main house so that walk wasn’t far. Once you had entered the house you took notice of the familiar silence that was present regardless if your family was home or not. Your mother prided herself in her image so you assumed she was out at a tea party with high-standing women from other clans. Your father could be anywhere from still being at the meeting from earlier or in this case right in front of you.

“Care to explain why Satoru is with you and not training?” He made no effort to lower his voice and you felt Satoru twist his body a bit at the sound of his voice.

“Father, he is a child. He should not be training as hard as he is now. At his age, I wasn’t-” You were never allowed to speak freely with him, and at times you forget that. No worries, he would always remind you in the form of cutting your words short.

“And that’s where I went wrong with you.” The blue in his eyes was darker and more menacing compared to yours and Satoru’s. His hair was long with half of it being held up in a top knot while the other half was down.  His height aided in his uninviting aura standing at 6’4 and his yukata matched his cold exterior with it being a mixture of cool blues.  “Naobito’s words hold merit, I hope you know that. Don’t bring your brother down with you.” 

“Of course.” is all you say as you continue to make your way into Satoru’s bedroom. There wasn’t much personality to it as it was a traditional Japanese-style bedroom. The teddy bear on his bed that you had gifted him after winning it at a summer festival in high school was the only piece of personality his room had. Placing him down and tucking him in, you kiss his forehead. 

“Love you, ‘Toru.” You were making your way out of his room when you heard a mumbled, 

“Love you too.” from his direction. Turning to face him, you saw he was still asleep but now was hugging the bear. Your brother would always unknowingly find ways to make you smile which you did before leaving his room while trying to make your way out of the house.

“What are you doing going out at this time?” You heard your father call out from behind you and the smile soon fell. Turns out he hadn’t left when you took Satoru to his bedroom as he stood at the corner of the hallway with his arms crossed.

“I thought it would be a good idea to train. I haven’t been able to recently due to missions.” You lied and he seemed to buy it as he simply nodded before making his way to whoever knows where. 

He would have you castrated if he knew you were meeting up with the renowned Sorceror Killer.

“Is that my damsel in distress? How much do you want this time?” You teased the bulky man that looked comedic sitting amongst all the flora.  He yanked out a few flowers that were nearby before throwing them at you. Normally you would’ve reprimanded him for damaging your work like that but it wasn’t yours. You had somehow coerced the man into helping you plant/maintain your garden under the agreement that you’d give him money in return.

 “That joke stopped being funny after the first time, doll.” He rolled his eyes at your other comment before rubbing two of his fingers together in a money motion before “poofing” it away. “You don’t pay me enough to even consider you another form of income.” 

You laugh at this before grabbing the collar of his sweatshirt and pulling it down, you point to the prominent “love bites” he had received recently as you playfully pushed him away, “Maybe not, but those dates you take the women you swindle money from aren’t being paid from the money earned from that highly respectable job of yours.” 

A while after you found out about his “hobbies”, you grew desensitized to them. Granted you only experienced the before/aftermath of them; the “borrowed money”, the nauseating perfume that mingled with his, and the poorly hidden hickeys.  He described himself to be someone that was just experiencing the world and what it had to offer, good or bad.

“Getting so handsy with me but then pushing me away. You’re giving me mixed signals, doll.” The knack for being hypocritical had to be an inherited trait amongst the Zenin clan. 

A year has passed and you both certainly were liars. 

To an extent.

Yes, that was the closest that Toji had ever been allowed to get to you. That was in terms of physical contact. Over the year, you have gotten closer. You found out that he was a year older than you making him 22, how he got his scar, the night you talked for the first time he had only attended to tie off some loose ends with Naobito, and that he liked to gamble his money away.

After that initial meeting, the garden continued to be the designated meet-up spot. The number of times you’d see each other varied. Neither one of you had contact with one other outside of the garden so figuring out when the other would show up was a guessing game. You could either see each other every day or go months without any contact. The interactions held similar exchanges overall: talking about their days, stargazing, lingering touches, and unspoken words.

The mutual attraction from the start was palpable, but it had become difficult to deny as the years went by. This is more of an issue for yourself than for Toji, who vocalizes his attraction at any moment as long as there is an opportunity. You denied him for multiple reasons. The first is his instinct to wake up in other people’s beds rather than his own.

You were correct in assuming that Toji was a womanizer even if he heavily denied it. 

“Trying to signal to you that we’re friends shouldn’t be viewed as a bad thing. It seems you keep conveniently forgetting that part.” 

“Those women could be you if you just said yes.”  As per the routine, you ignored him. 

“You’re not usually the last one to show up between the both of us. Stuck in one of those meetings again or did something else take up your time?”

“Hmm.” Was the only response you gave him and he noticed your mood sour at mentioning your day.

“What did they do to piss you off this time?” He asked, chuckling at the irked expression you made. Anyone would consider your friendship to be an unlikely pairing that neither one of you could offer an answer to. In terms of bonding, if asked how you managed to remain friends you would bring up the mutual distaste for the higher powers of Jujutsu society. 

Landing your head onto his lap and letting your hands run down your face, you groaned,  “More like I pissed someone else off.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, pushing away a few strands that had fallen on top of your face. He gave up on trying to get rid of his habit of admiring your features. Though he has never admitted this to you, the women that he has hooked up with have never once come close to your beauty. It’s not like you made it easy with those eccentric features you had.  “You know, usually someone has to piss you off before you piss someone else off. If I were to guess it was Naobito this time?”

You shook your head irritated at having to think of that man again before answering,  “It’s always the same thing with him. With all due respect, none of your cousins are necessarily the most tolerable to be around.” You knew he didn’t take offense to that. He would’ve made the same remark about them too. Most likely an even harsher and more descriptive assortment of words. 

“It was my father.”

“Oh, now that one is different. Don’t tell me I’m influencing bad behavior on you, doll.” He was joking but there was truth to that statement. His influence was not in your actions but more in the actions that you wouldn’t allow yourself to act upon. For reference, as you lay on his lap you wonder how he would feel inside your mouth as you see the imprint of his dick from his sweatpants from your peripheral, and judging based on the imprint alone you could see that he was well-endowed. 

“It’s been a year and I still can tell you that you don’t have that kind of effect on me.” Lies like these remained a focal point in your relationship but Toji always knew when you were lying. You’d do what everyone else did when they lied like avoiding eye contact.

“Why don’t you leave?” He has posed this question to you previously and you’d always reply differently. Sometimes taking it seriously, sometimes not as much.

“Are you suggesting we become co-workers? With all due respect, I don’t think I’d take pleasure in knowing my livelihood is dependent on murder.” You chose the latter. 

“Don’t knock yourself too short. That gaze of yours could certainly knock a man dead with just a look. Might as well play up your strengths.” He joked as he twirled a strand of your hair in between his fingers.

“You flatter me too much.”

He tugged on the strand his hand eliciting a reaction out of you that he had dreamed about on various nights,  “You haven’t answered me. You keep complaining about the same things and the same people. Why not just leave it all?” 

“And what? Leave Satoru by himself? I leave and then what becomes of him? The elders will just force him to be the next clan leader and fulfill my responsibilities. That’s not what I want for him.” You’ve fantasized about your life outside of all of this on multiple occasions. If fate had been fond of you right now, you’d be studying in college for a degree you weren’t a hundred percent certain of. Rest assured, you’d have a collective of people who would understand and make you feel certain that you’ll figure it out one day. You’d also be working a part-time job at a nearby cafe to sustain you and Satoru in a one-bedroom apartment near his elementary. He would certainly be a class clown that was adored by all as an individual. Craving the ordinary may seem foolish for other people and if it was then you were truly an idiot. 

“You keep mentioning other people in your future but you haven’t said what you want yet.” Alongside the unspoken rule of not speaking about Toji’s sexual outings, topics such as these were hardly ever spoken about. Whether it was because it never came up in conversation or because it was believed to be too much you didn’t know.

“I don’t know what I want. I don’t have dreams. I don’t have aspirations. What’s the point of leaving if I have nothing worth leaving for?  ” You shrugged after you removed yourself from his lap to sit upright but didn’t make an effort to create distance between the two of you.

“Do you need a reason to be free?” His tone of voice made his words feel like a throwaway statement. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. However, those words would continue to hang over your head for years to come, trust me I would know.

From his perspective, he was doing anything to get by. He became a mercenary because it was something he was good at and it paid well. It wasn’t a dream of his nor something he wanted to do. The only thing that it guaranteed him was freedom and a new life. Just like you, he didn’t particularly know what he wanted to do when he decided to leave the clan. He just knew that it was something he needed to do for himself. 

Leaning your head into the conjugation of his neck and jaw, feeling yourself get drowsy you let your eyes fall shut. “Don’t feel like talking anymore. Just stay here.”

After hearing your soft breaths, he knew you had fallen asleep. This was the first time in a while that he noticed that you hadn’t even acknowledged the guests that would frequent the sky at this time of night. The illuminated decorations scattered throughout the sky form different shapes. He never actually retained any of the constellation shapes that you’d point out to him.  It was mostly the stories and the names that were attached to the constellations that he’d remember. Orion and Artemis were apparently constellations that would appear frequently as that’s a prominent story he remembered you telling him. I would tell you their story but now is not the time.

He wrapped an arm around your sleeping body to keep you steady and leaned his head over yours as he spoke to the stars, “Friends? I think she’s the only one out of the both of us that believes that.”

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authors note: hope you enjoyed this chapter! please reblog, like, comment, or whatever you feel comfortable doing to let me know that you like this story and if I should continue it. Also, if you have anything you have questions about it don't be afraid to ask! I'll answer it to the best I can without spoiling too much :)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x reader #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #jjk gojo #toji x you #toji x y/n #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #anime #jjk anime #jjk angst #jjk fluff #eventual smut

[kaspavanlortsyal]

Hiraeth

The homeland of the Tanhì clan consists of icy mountains suspended above a plain veined with starlit rivers, and coniferous forests that cling to sharp cliffs. The mercurial sky is an ever changing tapestry of dusk and dawn.

The first time Arlen Venge stepped foot in a home they’d never known, bound only by bone and blood, they felt true belonging in a universe they’d thought held no place for them. There was no sign of the mysterious clan, and yet Arlen felt the attention of eyes black as night, shadows following their steps. Arlen studied the esoteric stratum of the wild Tanhì territory and extended the scouting mission twice before the RDA ordered them back to base.

The RDA knows the risk of letting their expensive recombinants linger. Not the danger of death, but danger of a lost and curious mind.

#avatar 2 #avatar #the way of water #fanclan #na’vi clan #oc #own character #digital art #I still don’t know how digital painting works but I’m learning #landscapes are hard #landscape #digital painting #procreate #atwow #Pandora #closed clan #mutuals can ask though!

[grotesque-hallucinations]

Objective: Spell out your username with songs!

Sorry it took me a while to get to this. Thanks for tagging me @naomullen! 😁

I like almost every genre of music and my username is long as hell so this one took me a fat minute.

G- Gib Mir Alles- Melotron

R- Rosenrot- Rammstein

O- Odo- Ado

T- The Gospel of John Hurt- Alt-J

E- Eraser- Nine Inch Nails

S- Stumble and Fall- Clan of Xymox

Q- Question of Time- Depeche Mode

U- Ubers Meer- Till Lindemann

E- Elevator Man- Oingo Boingo

H- Helplessness Blues- Fleet Foxes

A- Antichrist Superstar- Marilyn Manson

L- Lake Zurich- Gorillaz

L- Lone Digger- The Caravan Palace

U- U&Me- Alt-J

C- Christian Woman- Type O Negative

I- In the Room Where you Sleep- Dead Man's Bones

N- No One Lives Forever- Oingo Boingo

A- Age if Machine- Greta Van Fleet

T- Tardigrade Song- Cosmo Sheldrake

I- It's all so Incredibly Loud- Glass Animals

O- Ohne Dich-Rammstein

N- Nara- Alt-J

S- (s)AINT- Marilyn Manson

I pass this off to @starlit-graves, @onewholecabbage, @hawaiivangelion, @trippedandbrokemynose if you wanna play. 😁

#tag game #music

[warriors-ideas]

I had a vision

What if.. there were two seperate roles instead of one for medicine cat.

Healer: "User of herbs and aknowledger of their worths and uses. They are the healers of the injured and sick amongst their clan."

Starteller: "The prophets. Tellers of the pointy stars that walk amongst the piercing starlit skies. They tell the stars apart and have live-worthy visions"

Imma be using this on my own rewrite!

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#warriors #warrior cats #wc #warriors au #warrior cats au #wc au #au ideas #other’s ideas #ideas #I actually use a system like this in a clan in my warriors inspired oc world :)

[starlit-skies-rpg]

It has been many years since the cats chosen by StarClan led their Clans to the lake, saving them from starvation and a cruel death by the hands of the Twolegs. That had been their start, and now, this is their future.

This roleplay takes place 50+ years after the Clans reached the lake, and deviates from canon after the events of "The New Prophecy: Dawn." From here, you are left to make your own choices, building relationships with others while fighting for your life, against both other Clans as well as your own morals.

What we offer: 📌 Small server meant for relaxing and character-based roleplay 📌 An open, all age community welcome to all experience levels 📌 Helpful moderators and members willing to RP

#warriors #warrior cats #warriors roleplay #warrior cats roleplay #warriors rp #warrior cats rp

[chimeclan-tales]

Moon 0 - Windstar's Ceremony

“Are you sure this is the right way, Streakswan?”

The dark blue tom asked his companion as they padded through the cave’s halls. The light from the entrance grew dimmer, and the sounds from his cats got fainter.

“Windcurl,” The beige cat meowed in a gruff voice. “You need not worry. Everyone’s rested and strong enough to look after themselves. StarClan is watching over us.”

He flicked his tail at Windcurl’s muzzle.

“Listen.”

Windcurl closed his eyes and pricked his ears. The sound of rushing water was up ahead, yet he felt no aversion towards it. Underneath, he could feel a mystical, almost calming rhythm. 

“Press onward.”

He opened his eyes and nodded at Streakswan, who continued to follow his lead.

They eventually stopped to witness the source of the rushing water: multiple waterfalls, with rocky walls that housed glowing crystals. Some of these grew as large as tree trunks, while the smaller ones made the calming, chime noises. They echoed through the cavern’s space— bigger than any twoleg den they’ve seen.

They climbed up the incline at the side, until they reached a shallow pool. Windcurl took a glance at Streakswan. As expected, his friend’s fur had completely puffed up. He was fine walking around water, not wading into it.

The dark blue tabby dipped a paw in.

“It’s as shallow as it looks. By the grace of StarClan, not too cold either.”

After a few heartbeats, Streakswan sighed. Windstar slowed his pace to walk alongside the tom.

“It’ll be easier to visit during Leafbare at least.”

In the middle was a neat cluster of crystals. Here, one could see a view of the starlit sky and listen to the very sounds that permeate the night. The crickets’ song complemented the chimes and roars in the cave.

Touching their noses to the shining crystal, both cats found themselves in a misty yet twinkling landscape.

“Hey,” A familiar white cat with black splotches greeted them. “Good to see you.”

“Morningray!" Windcurl purred. 

“You made it to StarClan.” Streakswan meowed.

“I’ve been traveling with the others ever since,” Morningray nodded to the starry-pelted cats. A noble leader, a proud mother, and so many others… While Windcurl may not have been close to each one, he recognized them all. Their departed had followed them from their old home.

“Now,” Morningray stepped forward, and Windcurl closed his eyes. “Take this gift.”

Windcurl opens his eyes, feeling a new sense of vigor flow through him. 

“From now on, you will be known as Windstar, the guardian and leader of your clan,” Morningray proclaimed. “We know you will use your power well.”

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Now back at camp, Windstar noticed the rising sun, and his faithful right paw– Nightsplash– had been putting everything in order.

“Good morning,” She meowed. “Did you speak with StarClan?”

“Morningray sends his regards.” Windstar nodded, seeing her longing yet hopeful face. “Thank you for looking after the others. I have some good news to share with them.”

“Oh?” Nightsplash watched with excitement as Windstar climbed onto the largest crystal, resembling their old home’s Highrock.

“Friends!” Windstar yowled, catching everyone’s attention. “I have some great news.”

“As you all know, we made this journey to start our lives anew. No matter where any of us came from, I promised to find us a home.”

“Last night, StarClan granted us their blessing. I have received my nine lives, and am now named Windstar.”

“Nightsplash will be my deputy, for all the hard work she shouldered throughout the journey. Streakswan, with his prior experience and wisdom, shall be our healer.”

“We shall be known as ChimeClan, in honor of the signs our departed friends have guided us with.”

His cats yowled with joy and pride. This was all their new home, their new start.

List of Founders

Next Moon Event - Moss and Directions

#clangen #warriors oc #clan generator #clan gen oc #warrior cats #writing #my art #art #windstar #streakswan

[destinyclan]

Before Moon 0 (2/8)

Tempesthaze opened her eyes, and couldn't help but feel frustrated beyond belief yet again. But she decided to give it a chance, this place of dark woods and dim moonlight. Sneaking through this misty forest, she kept her eyes wide open, and yet: nothing. Just like last night. Just like all the nights before.

After what felt like days of walking, running, she finally stopped. Feeling the anger rise up in her, she extended her claws, her fur bristling up. Howling into the starless sky, her voice wavered.

"Where are you?!" She called out, not expecting any answer though really hoping for one. "Where are you now that we need you?!" Now that I need you?

After a moment of silence, gazing up at the moon veiled in dark clouds, she let her head sink down. Her ears laid flat, and her claws retracted. Tempesthaze couldn't help but let out a whimper. She hated it, but she felt compeltely hopeless.

At this point, it has been moons. Moons since the flood started, and thus moons since StarClan has last communicated with her. She even had to pretend it was fine at the half moon gathering, in front of the other medicine cats. No, nothing was fine. Nothing had been fine since her mentor had become unable to leave the camp, but it was still managable before. This?! This state the clan was currently in? The floods caused so much more injury, so much more illness than Tempesthaze could recall from her days as an apprentice. And that's not beginning to mention the leader, who had been deteriorating behind the backs of everyone. Featherhail refused to tell Tempesthaze if or not she had fallen ill. "They had it under control", he told her. Clearly a lie, since Tempesthaze had been under enough pressure lately anyway, with taking care of the clan all by herself. But all it did was anger Tempesthaze further. Sure, she was under pressure alright, but did Featherhail not realize the pressure all of them were going to be under if the leader became as hostile as she was now?!

Tempesthaze just had to tell herself that it would all be better soon. That in a moon, Crowkit could be apprenticed and she'd have another pair of paws to help. That in a moon, the floods would calm down. But every day just got worse and worse. Nobody had hope anymore. Not since the incident a few days ago. Aside from countless smaller injuries their leader got away with, Kestrelskip now was critically injured. Tempesthaze didn't know how much longer she could do all of this by herself. Was it that uncalled for, to look for hope in StarClan? But how, when they didn't commune with her.

Sunken into herself, weeping, she suddenly felt a warm light on her pelt. She raised her head rather quickly, looking for the source. A silver light reflected off of the dark leaves of the bushes around her, drawing long shadows through the already gloomy woods. Not wasting another second, Tempesthaze ran after it. If this was a StarClan cat, they were going to get a piece of her mind!

Hastily following the light as it got smaller and smaller, Tempesthaze was suddenly hit with a bright view that made her close her eyes. As she slowly blinked, opening them again, she was met with a familair view: starry fields and brooks, glowing in eternal beauty. She was in StarClan territory, now feeling all the more determined to get her questions answered. But she took a moment to think: If StarClan was hiding from her, maybe they should get a taste of their own herbs for a change! So the moment she head a voice nearby, she hid inside a starlit bush.

"I'm sure you know where we are, don't you?" Tempesthaze heard the booming, yet ghostly voice of who was unmistakably a StarClan cat. The reply, however, was anything other than ghostly. "This is... StarClan, isn't it?"

Tempesthaze finally got a good look at the two cats from the safety of her hideout. Her eyes widened. She realized why the second voice had sounded so familiar, and it was by far the last cat she'd have expect to see here.

Grouseflood?

"Do not fret." the StarClan cat assured, noticing the worried expression on the she-cat's face. "You have not passed away."

Then the cat bowed their head toward her. "My name is Lichenstar. I once ruled your clan countless moons ago. I made sacrifices for our clan that inevitably led me to StarClan, but I am not here to talk about me." It seemed Lichenstar added that last part after noticing the astonished look on Grouseflood's face.

The she-cat tilted her head ever so slightly, curious yet skeptical of this ethereal figure. Lichenstar continued, their kind expression changing into a serious one.

"The forest calls for a new era..." Grouseflood's ears perked up, she took half a step back at the surprise. It was as though Lichenstar spoke with the vocies of countless cats now. "... you hear it in the weeping trees, the screeching floods, the cries for help from your very own. You cannot deny it."

"Grouseflood, you have been chosen to lead this new era. You must find a new territory, save from the floods. You will know once you have found it, and once the times are ready, we will see each other again."

The tom's voice had echoed throughout all of StarClan territory, at least to Tempesthaze it felt as such. She struggled to stay on her paws, as she noticed that Grouseflood, too, had ducked to the ground, looking up at Lichenstar with big eyes. At last, the tom added this, so as to kill any other hesitation left:

"Four Clans admist a storm. And one will fall, if not for you."

The bright light that Lichenstar had emitted faded, as did his silhouette, into the night skies. Grouseflood looked after him, frozen in shock, though Tempesthaze snapped out of it quite quickly. Leaping out of ehr hiding spot, she ran after Lichenstar the second she noticed him vanishing, cursing herself when she couldn't reach him in time. Fox dung! This was the first StarClan cat she has seen in moons, and she let him get away...

"Tempesthaze?!"

Tempesthaze turned around. Right, this also just happened.

Grouseflood looked horrible. Apart from having barely eaten, like everyoen else in the clan. Her pelt was a mess, puffed up, her pupils tiny slits. Was she shaking too?

"What are you doing here?!" Grouseflood's voice wavered, despite trying hard enoguh to keep it together.

"Me? No, what are you doing here!" Tempesthaze suddenly felt a rush of anger at this accusatory tone of hers. "How long have you been conversing with StarClan cats? Why didn't you tell me anything!"

Tempesthaze couldn't help but feel perplexed. Usually she'd have expected Grouseflood to get stern with her, defend herself, but times changed people. She hasn't been who Tempesthaze had come to know. Grouseflood, though in a defensive stance, soon sunk her head, retracting her claws, and looking to the side in shame.

"... I really hoped that it wouldn't... it wouldn't be true..."

Tempesthaze's ears twitched. Now what was that supposed to mean? A moment later Grouseflood lifter her head again, facing Tempesthaze directly.

"I should've told you sooner! I'm sorry... I saw an omen a few days ago, after Kestrelskip and Primrosestar fought. Four clans admist a storm, and one will fall..."

Tempesthaze listened intently, shoving her frustrations to the side to hear out Grouseflood, who was miraculously professional recounting the events, despite sounding traumatized.

"I really hoped it wouldn't be true. That I was simply seeing things, things that weren't real. I hadn't ever talked to StarClan cats before..."

Unsheathing her claws, Tempesthaze began tearing at the starry grass beneath her paws. She felt waves of emotions washing over her, unable to say anything. What was she even meant to say? All she knew was that she had to say something now...

"Seems like this won't be the last time..." Another silence ensued, Tempesthaze pondered throughout it, until it was as though a sliver of light shone throughout the darkness in her head.

"At least... now we know what to do, don't we?" She stated, daring a less cynical and more hopeful tone. Grouseflood, still shaken, looked at her in a way that made it clear she had no idea what Tempesthaze meant. Thus the she-cat continued:

"Knowing them this could have been a lot more complicated. But they told us pretty clearly what to do now." Her ear twitched. "Or rather, they told you what to do. Like he said, you're StarClan's Chosen!"

"StarClan's Chosen..?" Grouseflood laid her ears flat. "One will fall, if not for you..." She repeated those words from Lichenstar as though she was in a trance. Tempesthaze tilted her head to the side. "Yeah, much more understandable than usual!" She couldn't help the tone, relieved and a tad humerous as she mocked her ancestor's tendency for mixed messages. She was simply too satisfied at the moment. They got the answer they need to save their clan! Now all that's left to do was find a new territory...

And it seemed Grouseflood finally understood too. With a nod she snapped out of this seeming trance, and gained an aura of confidence.

"No Clan will fall under my watch."

#destinyclan #clangen #before moon 0 #prologue #bm0 part 2

[nieloxychen]

A Healers Duty

Sweetstar will drive GaleClan to ruin. This thought was stuck inside Oddburrs head for as long as she could remember. Killing the kittens of other clans to weaken them, encouraging reckless behaviour in GaleClans warriors, his strict control over clanlife, the public punishments of anyone daring to speak out against him... All of these things made it obvious exactly why her clan was dying.

But Oddburr was just one cat. One single young cat without a mentor, who's family and friends all seemed either enamoured with their leader or terrified of him and followed his orders without fail either way. It wasnt until she recieved her full healer name when she finally had the chance to do as a healer should.

Heal the disease killing her clan.

It started during her naming ceremony, where she was at first surrounded by the dark, murky forest her grandfather, a long dead healer, mentioned to her father. The Place-of-no-Stars. And as happy as she was to see her mother Splinterfur again, that place held nothing but a deep wrongness for her. Oddburr dreaded the day she would have to walk here instead of GaleClans beaches. Her mother bid her goodbye and the world around her faded.

And then she woke up. Or rather, she thought she did. Because instead of either the hollow tree where she went to sleep, or the muck of the dark forest, Oddburr found herself in a starlit clearing.

She looked around in wonder. Could this be the grounds of StarClan that the other healers spoke of? The place she had to pretend to be familiar with, while knowing she'd only ever find herself in the oppressive air of the Dark Forest?

Her question was answered when she was approached by a small, somewhat familiar face. As the apprentice aged cat with stars in their fur introduced themself, Oddburr found herself recognizing old Slipwhisker in the round face and ears of the small cat. "My name is Fuschiapaw, cousin" they spoke, "and we are here because we need your help." More and more tiny forms started to emerge from the mist surrounding the clearing. Apprentices and kits of GaleClan that passed long before she was even born. And still she recognised the colour of their pelts, or the shape of their eyes, or the bite of their jaws from her clanmates.

"How can someone like me help StarClan?" Oddburr tried to steady her shaking limbs "am I not already tainted by the Dark Forest?" She could still feel the foul slime of that place cling to her paws and fur after all. Neither did it escape her notice that only kits and apprentices were here. And though the group surrounding her was small, they didn't seem to be waiting on anyone either.

A bluegrey cat, the oldest of the group, came to stand next to her and brushed their long-furred tail against her side reassuringly. "Perhaps so" they nodded, "but you can still help keep others from that taint. Your still living clanmates may be saved..." Oddburrs sour, disbelieving stare stopped them.

"Surely you can't believe that? As long as Sweetstar and his loyal followers lead the clan, the only hope seems to be for my clanmates to die young. Are you suggesting I feed the kits and apprentices deathberries?" Whirling on the younger cat beside her, she spat that accusation out like it pained her. And it did pain her, because even while she was outraged and horrified, she did consider it. Could she keep sweet, considerate Larkpaw, little Yellowpaw who already acted like a fully grown warrior, or any of the others from ever setting foot in that horrible place?

As though sensing those thoughts flash through her mind, another young cat, a kitten really, rushed forward and threw themself against her. Oddburr, shocked out of her thoughts by the tiny body purring comfortingly against her, had to steady herself on her three legs so as not to tip over.

"No, no! That's not what we are asking you to do at all! Rosepaw was just getting to it!" The kitten reassured Oddburr.

The older apprentice, Rosepaw apparently, coughed and continued. "Yes, well Dappledkit... Some of what she said was right." They trailed off awkwardly. Fuschiapaw stepped forward, drawing Oddburrs attention to them again.

"It's true. As long as Sweetstar is leader, he will continue to put his loyal followers in place to lead and they will continue to follow his teachings. But not all of GaleClan wants that." A strange gleam in their eyes, they stared at Oddburr.

A shiver runs down her spine. She knows that, of course she does. Even his current deputy, Thunderthrush, was only chosen because she was Sweetstars apprentice. Oddburrs half-sister may be quiet in her disagreement, and maybe she herself was already tainted that way, but she wouldn't spread the taint either. Most of Sweetstars loyal warriors were of the old guard, her generation on the other hand... Really all that stood in the way was-

Before Oddburr could finish that thought, she found herself alone in a part of GaleClan territory she knew well. It was where Sweetstar would go when he wanted to be alone. His mate Thrushsnout would always worry when he came here, the cliff often being wet from the incoming waves, "One day he will miss his step and fall, I just know it! His eye isn't like it used to be after all."

As she stood there, overlooking the steep fall, the cliff covered in sleet, she could hear Fuschiapaws voice in her ear, "We all know what needs to happen."

And wasn't that the truth? None of these thoughts were new to Oddburr either. All she really needed to do what was neccessary, was just a little...

push.

When GaleClan held the burial ceremony for their late leader, Sweetstar, it was clear that not everyone was in mourning. But no one would mention that.

No one mentioned Thunderthrush staring blankly at her leaders corpse, present only out of obligation as deputy and future leader.

No one mentioned Rowanwhisker cleaning the scar Thrushsnout gave him by order of Sweetstar, to punish him for speaking out of turn, while watching the proceedings.

No one mentioned the clear air of relief present in the camp, even while Sweetstars mate and friends mourned him.

And absolutely no one mentioned Oddburrs satisfaction, even as she led the ceremony.

She had to do her duty as GaleClans healer after all.

#clangen #played a new one after finding out that you can make leaders get lives from the dark forest so #im not a writer but i was so in shock of finally getting a murder (and such a good one too) #i forgot to screenshot those parts lol #anyway its whatever #anyway i love oddburr she did nothing wrong #clan gen oc #clan generator #c: oddburr #(im keeping her)

[dawnclan-blog]

DAWNCLAN - A NEW BEGINNING (MOON 0)

TW: GORE/DEATH

Beneath the starlit sky, the sleeping clan is unaware of the dangers lurking through the shadows… and once it is all over, only three cats remain…

Only Cloudypaw, Lilacpaw, and Ferretkit survived the attack…

(This is basically one of my first times ever trying to draw backgrounds… I will be practicing a lot soon, so hopefully they’ll get better!)

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[silverwings-stories]

🪶VultureClan: Moon 1-2🪶

In the shadow of the Carrion Cliffs, VultureClan's story begins . . .

Warning for some unsettling moments and mild body horror/gore.

Moon 1

In one fluid breath, the StarClan Guide slipped into Hollowkit’s body, filling his mind, his bones, his pelt. The living kit’s spirit settled into a deep sleep in the corner of his consciousness as the Guide took over. The StarClan cat flexed Hollowkit’s paws, feeling the dusty earth beneath them. They breathed in the crisp mountain air. Oh, StarClan, it felt good to be alive! 

But there was no time to enjoy it, as there was work to be done. The StarClan Guide began moving Hollowkit’s tiny, clumsy legs, piloting him deeper into the woods. The trees stretched higher into the orange-coloured sky as they walked, the undergrowth creeping closer to the path. Woodland creatures watched the kit, but kept their distance. They knew something was not right.

At last, they arrived. The StarClan Guide walked Hollowkit into the circle of birches, gazing up through the kit’s eyes at the pale branches. The sun had set, and stars were beginning to poke through the void above. They watched the kit with cold eyes as he approached one of the trees.

The StarClan Guide unsheathed Hollowkit’s claws, reaching up toward the smooth bark of the birch tree. With one claw, he began to carve twisting runes, marking the tree with the code of the Clans. For hours they worked, until the night passed and the sun rose again. Then, with the final rune carved, the StarClan Guide reluctantly split from Hollowkit’s body.

With a gasp, Hollowkit blinked open his eyes. Where was he? He was in a dark forest, surrounded by towering birch trees. Scarring the trunks were hundreds of carved runes. Looking closer, Hollowkit realised the runes spelled out the Code that the StarClan Guide had taught him. Hollowkit flexed his claws, feeling the dull, throbbing pain in his foreleg. He swallowed hard, his pelt prickling. Did I do that?

Suddenly, an icy voice filled Hollowkit’s mind. “Welcome to the Stargrove,” The StarClan Guide said. “Here, your journey begins. Go forth, Hollowpaw, and build VultureClan in the image of your ancestors. Never forget what was written in the Stargove.”

Looking to the stars above, Hollowpaw tested his apprentice name on his tongue. His paws itched with anticipation. He had no idea how he would build a Clan all by himself, but he knew he had to try. And maybe then the sins of his family would be forgiven.

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Notable Events

On the first night of VultureClan’s existence, the StarClan Guide takes control of Hollowkit’s body and directs him to a cluster of birch trees near the camp. The StarClan Guide uses Hollowkit’s claws to carve the laws of the warrior code into the bark of the birch trees. This place becomes known as the Stargrove.

The StarClan Guide names Hollowkit an apprentice. Hollowpaw begins teaching himself to survive.

Moon 2

Hollowpaw was padding along a starlit path. The path was narrow, and the shadowy trees encroached on either side, but Hollowpaw knew if he stayed on the path, he would be safe. All he had to do was make it to the end.

A flash of silver fur caught Hollowpaw’s eye, and glanced over, peering between the dark trunks. There, a light grey tom sat in a clearing, his back turned to Hollowpaw. But Hollowpaw would’ve recognized that pelt anywhere. “Father!” He cried, plunging into the undergrowth, pushing through the brambles as thorns tore at his pelt. The canopy blocked out the stars here, and for a moment Hollowpaw was afraid he would get lost, but - there! - his father’s silver pelt lit the way. 

Hollowpaw skidded to a halt behind the larger tom. “Father! It’s me, Hollowpaw!” He mewed. “I thought I’d never see you again.” Hollowpaw waited, but his father didn’t respond. He didn’t even turn around. Hollowpaw prodded him with a paw. “Father? Can you hear me?” 

At last, Hollowpaw’s father turned, but as their eyes locked, Hollowpaw shrank back. The silver tom’s eyes were . . . gone. There was nothing but bottomless, black pits staring back at him. “Father?” Hollowpaw whispered, his pelt prickling. “Is that you?”

With a gut-wrenching shriek, the silver tom reached for Hollowpaw, claws extended. Hollowpaw scrambled back, mouth gaping as he watched his father draw himself to his full height. Black mud clung to his fur and poured from his eye sockets, and the fatal wound on his neck gaped like a second mouth. Hollowpaw cried out as, with a sound like snapping bones, a pair of ragged, feathered wings burst from the silver tom’s arched back. 

Hollowpaw turned and raced off as the monster lunged for him again. Other cats appeared from the shadows, cats he recognized, reaching out for him. Their wails filled his ears as he ran. He had to get back to the path. Where was the path?!

With a start, Hollowpaw jerked awake, lashing out at the shadows that surrounded him. But there were no monsters hiding here. With a great effort, Hollowpaw steadied his breathing. He glanced up, and saw the stars winking at him from between the woven brambles of his den. Hollowpaw felt a shiver pass through him. That was a warning, He realised. My father and the other rogues strayed from the path. I can’t make that same mistake . . . or I’ll end up in that dark forest, too!

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Notable Events

Hollowpaw received a message from StarClan in the form of a dream. He dreamt of his former rogue companions being banished to the Place of No Stars. He realises the same will happen to him if he ever breaks the code.

Totally forgot to post this on Thursday.

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Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!

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[hiddenqveendom]

● — FEAR AND LOATHING || poster / cover reveal

❝ Hailing from the influential Barstow family, Heidi Barstow felt the weight of the world on her shoulders from the moment she was born. She was the eldest daughter. The golden child. The shining light and hope of the Barstow clan. So how was it that Hawkins’ sweetheart went from loved and envied to feared and loathed? ❞

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