#deadpaw

[guardiandae]

withoutaconscienceorafilter replied to your text post: BASTARD CAT AU PLEASE

Ahhhh, a keen eye. Although I'm honestly not sure if this one is worthwhile, hence why I stopped working on it.

Soooo, I'll let you have everything I got, lol.

Bastard Cat AU - AKA Nathan "Cable" Summers finds a cat that reminds him of a certain mouthy little fucker.

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This wasn't a part of the city Nate had seen before.

Granted, the sights of smells of a grungy back alley in New York wasn't exactly on Nate's list of 21st century landmarks to visit. It just happened to be part of the charming landscape near his latest motel room. And in his ongoing adventures of cheap, no-questions-asked motel rooms, this particular alley wasn't the worst thing he'd encountered yet. He could ignore the trash strewn throughout the area as easily as everyone else in the neighborhood apparently could. After all, unfucking the future would require bigger changes than just cleaning up one day's worth of trash in some shitty little alley. He had to focus on the big picture.

But Nate couldn't focus on anything except the pitiful meowing that had started up as soon as he entered the alley.

He actually stumbled to a stop, midstride, and turned to look. The sound also stopped for a moment. Nate briefly wondered if it had been a trick and this was some kind of weird ambush, but then the mewing resumed with vigor. It was obviously a cat. A fully grown one, judging by the sound of it. There was nothing dainty about that meow. The cat, wherever it was, had a clear, if somewhat gravelly, voice that rang out over and over again for attention.

"God, that's obnoxious," Nate muttered, kicking aside a pile of trash nearest to him to uncover what was there. Nothing but more trash, and a pile of old newspapers. The meowing continued, as if intent on annoying him. He kept looking, despite himself, but could hardly tell where the sound was coming from exactly, much less see a cat anywhere.

"Alright. Get a grip, Summers. You're saving the world, not a fucking cat," he muttered to himself and kept walking away, grateful that there wasn't a soul around to hear him. Except, of course, for that bastard cat. Wherever the fuck it was.

--

It was dusk when Nate headed back to his room.

He still wasn't sure that he'd ever truly understand this century. The broken social systems, the way the world was designed to break people down, and the apathy that was stained deeply into everyone Nate passed on the streets. Maybe it was already too late to make a difference. But it wouldn't hurt to try.

As he walked, Nate suddenly realized that it was quieter here than any other point in his day's  travel. The alley he was passing through was hardly a desirable area to adventure, what with the amount of trash, and it being isolated from the general flow of the city. Then he recognized the newspapers he'd unearthed earlier, and remembered this was the same alley he'd gone through that morning.

He was almost out of the alley when he heard it again. 

Just one solitary little meow.

Nate scoffed softly, perplexed. He would've expected the cat to be long gone by now. How many hours had it been? Then he stopped and listened, waiting for the barrage of incessant meowing to start up. But it was silent. That just didn't seem right.

"Where are you?" Nate asked aloud, and was answered with a faint mewl.

After a moment of hesitation, Nate sighed and walked back slowly, listening. 

"Hello?"

He waited. Another little mewl. 

If Nate hadn't come through here earlier, he'd almost believe that it was a kitten calling to him now. He recognized the same high, somewhat gravelly tone, but this time it was weaker.

"Alright, that's it. Where are you, kitty?" Nate asked again. He felt fully committed to this nonsense now. He needed to figure out what the fuck was making such a fuss. If he could find it, Nate reasoned, he could shoo it away. But quietly, in a way he didn't even want to admit to himself for fear of being foolish, it sounded like this cat needed help. And maybe he was starting to get a little bit worried for this hypothetical cat.

There was another meow while he searched, and then another, as if encouraging him to keep going. Nate carefully swept some of the trash aside with his foot. The meowing continued, still sounding weak, but in increasing intervals. It was probably thanks to it being softer in volume that Nate actually found it easier to hone in on where it was coming from. He kept going until he'd cleared a path to the dumpster. Behind it, there was a greased-stained paper bag from Taco Bell, with a pale pink lump inside of it that looked very suspiciously not like trash.

"Cat?" Nate asked, not entirely sure what the fuck he was looking at. He very carefully extended his leg and gave the bag a gentle push with the side of his boot. It made a sound that was not a meow, but instead just a pained little mrrp. Whatever was inside definitely had the approximate size and weight of a cat, but he wasn't entirely sure until it moved and he saw the tip of a scrawny little tail poke out. There was either something seriously wrong with this cat, or he'd accidentally found an oversized rat instead. Either way, Nate wasn't loving his options.

With his left hand, Nate reached down and grabbed the edge of the paper bag. If he was about to get mauled by a small, feral animal, at least his TO arm couldn't contract rabies. He ripped the bag open in one quick movement, exposing the furless creature that had been curled up inside. It didn't move at all, but Nate took a step back anyway.

"Jesus Christ," Nate muttered, not quite sure what he was looking at for a second. "What the fuck is that? Is that a fucking cat?"

The pink, fleshy thing looked at him with its remaining yellow eye and let out a loud, shrill meow, as if offended. For a few seconds, Nate thought that this cat had not only been wounded but also set on fire. Then he realized that the cat was a hairless breed, and although it looked hideously ugly, the pink, wrinkly skin was perfectly normal and exactly how the cat was supposed to look. What wasn't normal was its left eye, winked out of existence into a dark, crusty mess.

"Christ," Nate repeated in a sigh, no longer disgusted by the cat, but by whatever had happened to it. "You poor little bastard."

"Meow!" It cried, like a wail of agreement.

"You look like someone I used to know. An ugly, wrinkly, little loudmouthed shithead. Except you're cuter than he was, and not half as annoying."

"Meow!" the cat said again, but this time it sounded almost offended.

Christ, he was trying to ascribe human emotions to a fucking cat. It was just hungry, and wounded, and probably scared. It was only meowing so much because it wanted help. That was, assuming that it was friendly to humans and not completely feral.

Nate moved as if to pick it up, but then stopped short, waiting to see if the cat would react skittishly to his approach or hiss at him. Instead it laid there like a little lump, just watching him with one eye. "Meow!" It whined again.

Carefully, Nate scooped the cat up in his hands and, upon not being mauled, cradled the animal securely against his chest so it wouldn't try to leap out of his arms. But Nate quickly realized he wouldn't have to worry about that, judging by how the cat stuck to him like velcro, digging sharp little claws into his shirt. It was definitely friendly to people.

A hairless cat felt fucking weird to the touch… scalding hot but cold and clammy at the same time, and like a dry piece of raw chicken. He almost immediately regretted this decision, not just because a hairless cat was so weird, and not just because it had started meowing at him again, but also because all Nate could smell now was week-old garbage and rancid taco grease.

"Ugh," he grunted, trying to pull the cat away from himself, but realizing that it had already sunk its claws into his clothes and the effort was futile. He quickly gave up, resettling the feline against his chest as he resigned himself to his stinky fate. He gave the cat's fleshy bottom a gentle pat. "We're both getting a bath tonight."

--

As soon as Nate got the cat back to his room, he ran warm, soapy water into the sink and lathered up his stray. He half expected a fight, considering the fact that it was injured and had been living on the streets for gods knew how long, but the cat was surprisingly good about it, despite all of the extremely vocal yowling.

"Calm down, you big baby," Nate muttered, taking extra care to be gentle. He avoided touching its wounded eye or face at all, and avoided the right paw as well when it seemed too tender.

The cat was all nerves and refused to sit still, but Nate got through the washing without a hitch and snagged a hand towel to wrap his street urchin up in. This part of the bath was not only tolerated, but welcomed. As he held the cat in his arms like the world's ugliest burrito, Nate was treated to the loudest purring he'd ever heard.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Nate asked. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this cat, but all of its loose skin made rolls anyway, and since he'd swaddled that cat up, its face was puckered with wrinkles. "You look just like that fucking disaster,  Wade."

"Mrrp," the cat purred.

"I think it's a fair comparison," Nate said. "Maybe you're cuter, but you're still a goddamn wreck."

"Mrrrh."

"I know it's probably not entirely your fault, but sleeping in the gutter was your own choice."

#my fic #yeah maybe i could finish this up idk #it's kinda cute #nathan summers #deadpaw

[cringeclan]

deadfoot! he has radial hypoplasia in his left front paw, and he's one of those background cats that i always cared about more than the books did, i just think he's neat!

#hopkit #deadpaw #deadfoot #warrior #deputy #windclan #starclan #warrior cats #wc

[junoswarriorcatsdesigns]

Deadfoot

#Deadfoot #Deadpaw #Hopkit #Deputy #WindClan #tpb #Hopstep? Hopflight?

[greekstar]

Dude Deadfoot has like zero screen time in like every book- like the most we see of him is when he’s Hopkit and that’s sad.

#R.I.P Deadfoot #Deadfoot #Hopkit #Deadkit #Deadpaw #Deputy #Windclan #just me rambling for no reason

[rose-warriorcatsrefs]

#deadfoot #deadpaw #hopkit #windclan #warrior cats #warriors #starclan

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

thinking about what convinced heatherstar to let hopkit become a warrior

#„this child has three feet“ #„but THAT child is short“ #„yeah fair lmao I’m naming the 3 feet baby deadpaw tho“ #„Heatherstar no“

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

For the sake of my SANITY I'm going to have to make a timeline for the Tales From The Forest (Yellowfang's Horror, Tallstar's Rage, Crookedstar's Promise and Bluestar's Prophecy)

Moonflower and Goosefeather are born

Sunstar and Featherwhisker are born

One-eye is born. Speckletail is no longer her biological sister, but is adopted when Whitekit is 5 moons old. No one knows who her parents are.

Doestar dies during the Great Hunger. She BURNED through her lives, one of the shortest 9-lived leaderships there is.

Pinestar meets Shanty. Not Jake.

Halftail is born.

Shrewclaw and Barkface are born.

Tallstar and Finchkit are born.

Raggedstar and Scorchwind are born.

Rowanberry, Yellowfang and Nutwhisker are born.

Brackenwing and Sandgorse die.

Heatherstar finds her excuse and closes the tunnels to focus on warfare. She has a personal vendetta against Cedarstar and she'll drag Windclan with her if she must.

Leopardfoot and Patchpelt are born.

Talltail finds Sparrow but doesn't kill him. Meanwhile, Yellowfang and her siblings are made into apprentices, Shadowclan steals prey and Windclan loses the battle when they fight with the death of Shrewclaw.

Raggedpaw is made into Raggedpelt from this act. Cedarstar rewarding him for killing Shrewclaw, Heatherstar's apprentice.

Later in the same winter, Riverclan's camp floods and kills Duskwater, but Stormkit and Oakkit are born.

Hopkit is renamed Deadpaw, and though he is cheerful, cats of Windclan are horrified and angry with Heatherstar. They want a leader who isn't so arrogant.

Seeing... Something.... Near Stormkit, Goosefeather snaps, snarling at him and scaring him. He breaks his jaw but in a twist of fate, a murky spirit brings him out of the water... Subverting a "Canon Event".

Later that day, Bluestar and Snowflower are born.

Stormkit runs off in shame only to meet the Barn Gang and learn how to use his jaw better.

Thistleclaw, Sweetberry, and Rosetail are born.

Stormkit returns half a moon later, and Rainflower demands that he be punished with the name she picked. Hailstar names him CrookedPAW, an early apprentice (he is ready) but turns and names his mother Rotflower, saying she can have her name back when she gets rid of the rot in her heart.

Yellowfang is made a Warrior and becomes mates with Raggedpelt when she saves his life, but she discovers that she has Forced Physical Empathy. Russetfur and Boulder join Shadowclan.

Oakkit is made an apprentice a week early after he and Crookedpaw find and save Willowkit and Graykit.

Lionheart and Goldenflower are given to Speckletail, who had a stillborn litter. (Mintkit and Pigeonkit).

Goosefeather gets his vision of Moonflower's death. He fakes the Windclan sign, sending them into battle. He tells Moonflower that he trusts her the most with the hardest job, sending her into Hawkheart's den...

Reedfeather takes Willowkit and Graykit.

Sagewhisker puts pressure on Yellowfang to be a medicine cat. Shadowclan is attacked by Proto-Bloodclan/Ex - Blood Seekers to 'rescue' Russetfur and Boulder. After the battle, Stonetooth retires and Raggedpelt is made deputy despite protests that he hasn't had an apprentice yet - but Leader's Word Is Law. Meanwhile...

Yellowfang concedes the night after to become a medicine cat, but she and Raggedpelt fight before she suggests being secret mates. No one has to know. Sagewhisker is EXTREMELY anti- med cats having mates, but Sagewhisker also tricked her by only teaching her how to suppress her power AFTER Yellowfang agreed to be a medicine cat. Meanwhile...

Pinestar meets with Shanty again, eating kibble and loving the twoleg den she shows him. MEANWHILE.

Reedfeather is murdered by Hailstar, and the kits are brought home. Riverclan would die for kits with even a drop of Riverclan blood in their veins.

Pinestar gets a sign from Doestar that a child of his will have great power, and potential to destroy the Clans.

Bluepaw and Snowpaw receive their warrior names. Snowflower and Bluemoon. Crookedpaw becomes Crookedjaw.

Tigerstar, Nightkit and Mistfang are born.

Brightsky dies giving birth to Leopardstar, Carpkit, Waterfern, and Oatkit.

Yellowfang realizes she is pregnant.

Frostfur is born, Brindleface is found in the forest days later and the 2 are raised in the nursery together.

Pinestar leaves Thunderclan to be a kittypet, preventing Sunfall from getting any lives.

Socks, Smoke, and Scourge are born.

Stormtail and Dappletail have kits. Cricketfang and Featherkit. Featherkit is deaf, but passes from Fading Kitten syndrome.

Willowpelt is born.

Yellowfang takes care of Cloudpaw and earns her full name.

Spottedleaf and Redtail are born.

Snowflower is struck on the thunderpath and killed after chasing a Shadowclan patrol.

Tigerpaw sets his own future in motion, beating Tiny within an inch of his life.

Lizardstripe gives birth to Tangleburr, Deerfoot, Runningnose, and Bristlepaw.

Yellowfang gives birth to Brokenstar, Wishkit, and Hopekit. Wishkit is the stillborn, Hopekit is the one who passes after 20 minutes. Brokenkit has a horrible relationship with his foster family. Mudclaw hits him behind everyone's back, Bristlekit, Tanglekit and Deerkit bully him relentlessly, and while Lizardstripe is no longer a physically abusive Bad Mom, she isn't very attentive, and Raggedpelt is no help, allowing it to happen so long as Yellowfang stays away.

Blackpaw makes friends with Brokenkit, and when Brokenkit becomes an apprentice with his siblings, Brokenpaw kills Bristlepaw, pushing him over the gorge. Blackpaw inadvertently covers for him without understanding what happened.

Sagewhisker has a heart attack.

Cedarstar passes from kidney failure and old age.

Raggedstar is leader and names Foxheart his deputy, taking her as a mate to hurt Yellowfang.

Greencough sweeps, killing Lizardfang, Mudclaw, and taking Raggedstar's first life.

Rotflower dies.

Mudfur and Adderfang duel, and Mudfur kicks his ass before becoming a medicine cat. Thistleclaw, growing more hateful towards Riverclan but also towards the weak, kills Adderfang. Sparrowpelt is made temporary Deputy but it's clear he doesn't like it.

Shellheart has a painful lump in his chest, he retires. Crookedjaw is made deputy.

Spottedpaw and Tigerpaw are best of friends with mutual crushes, but neither can act on them.

Brokentail is given his name early, and he tries to kill Tanglepaw only to be stopped at the last second by Yellowfang.

Tigerclaw saves Redpaw from a hawk.

Bluemoon gets pregnant at Fourtrees.

Foxheart dies. Frogtail is made deputy, he mentored Flintfang.

Crookedstar ascends to leadership, rejecting Rotflower's life, leaving him with 8 instead of 9 and leaving her in the Dark Forest.

Mistystar, Stonefur, and Mosskit are born. Bluemoon genuinely becomes mates with Thrushpelt. She is poly.

Morningkit, Swancall, and Splashkit are born. Morningkit and Splashkit do not survive their first night however.

Mosskit dies on the way to Riverclan.

Heatherstar dies from Greencough, she is the only victim that season.

Bluemoon becomes Deputy. Sunstar was under a huge amount of pressure to make Thistleclaw deputy. Everyone in the clan liked him.

Thunderclan and Windclan tensions begin, and a battle nearly breaks out, but Tallstar does not want to have unnecessary fights. Redtail no longer follows Tigerclaw, seeing his toxic influence.

Ashfoot is born.

Onestar is born.

Morningflower is born. The 3 are best friends.

Longtail and Heatherwish are born to Patchpelt and Bluebellfur. Sadly, Bluebellfur dies during their birth.

Bloodclan has kicked into full swing. Scourge throws Ruby and Socks out. Socks starves, Ruby is found and becomes Smoke.

Sunstar sacrifices his single life to save Thunderclan from a huge dog.

Whitetail is born.

Goosefeather dies from a brain infection and dementia. His last words? "Fire... Fire..."

Brushpaw becomes Brushclaw, but Tansypaw hates being wild and leaves with Bailey.

Onewhisker gets more and more enamored with kittypet life, but pushes it down. For now...

Willowkit, Silverstream, and Minnowkit are born, but Willowkit and Minnowkit pass the day after their mother dies. Crookedstar has PPD and doesn't want to be around Silverkit for the first half-moon.

Frogtail dies. Brokentail is made deputy. When protests rise, Raggedstar gets almost violent. Leader's Word Is LAW. Who cares what you think? When Yellowfang tries to raise personal concerns, he hits her. When he comes crying to her, she says "what do you want me to do?"

Leopardfoot is killed, by what? I can't say. She just... Didn't wake up one day.

Dustpelt, Ravenpaw, and Cherryshine are born.

Sandstorm is found in the woods by Redtail and Runningwind. She is nursed by all Queens, but collides calling Redtail and Runningwind her dads.

Brokentail kills Raggedstar.

Thunderclan is struck by a Greencough plague, killing Robinwing, Fuzzypelt, Thrushpelt, Featherwhisker, Stonepelt, Windflight, and Poppydawn.

Riverclan beats Thunderclan in a Sunningrocks battle, Spottedleaf gets the Fire Alone Prophecy.

Windclan are raided and driven out, some Windclan cats flee too far.

Brokenstar exiles Yellowfang.

Cherrypaw fights off a fox by herself while returning from her visit to the Moonstone and is named Cherryshine due to this.

Tigerclaw murders Redtail. Meanwhile...

Rusty becomes Firepaw.

#long post #warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #wcr #warriors #firestar #bluestar #yellowfang #tallstar #pinestar #spottedleaf #redtail #crookedstar #tigerclaw #tigerstar #brokenstar #timeline

[redux-iterum]

Is Deadfoot fast enough for a -foot name, or is his name just about his injury? (Also, does it bug anyone else that canon Deadfoot's mom got upset about him being named Deadpaw, when naming her son Hopkit because he limps was the same thing??)

His suffix is related to his injury! Any damage name is focused solely on the damage - the suffix doesn't mean anything else. Scarredthroat has a scarred throat; it doesn't mean he's an excellent speaker. It's one of the few times a suffix and prefix inherently have to work together in that way.

I've never read Tallstar's Revenge, but that doesn't surprise me. Consistency is not this series' strong suite.

#ask #anonymous #deadfoot #i speak

[wc-confessions]

So sorry for another language submission😥 I am Hungarian and we only have 3 books transtaled. I never actually read them, but did peek into the pdfs found online. They did a very lazy job with it, most noticeably in the allegiances, they didn't bother changing them at all, just copy-pasted the into the wild allegiances to the rest of the books

I could talk about the translation and how I would've written it myself all day... I actually think of starting to transtale/continue translating it (I actually kind of do that on here).

Now to the weird translations:

Cats with the suffix stripe/tail/eye/nose/pelt/fur/face/etc. Aren't normally transtaled. For example:

-Darkstripe is Sötétcsíkos, which transtales to dark striped.

-Willowpelt is Fűzfakéreg, which means Willowbark

-Longtail is Hosszúfarkú, meaning Long tailed

-Mousefur is Egérbundás, meaning Mouse pelted (for some reason they randomly use pelt for fur and vice versa sometimes)

-Apprentice names end with mancs - paw, but they also give it to cats with the suffix foot apparently. When I first read into it I didnt know who "Ködösmancs" was and why she was called a warrior, turns out, it's mistyfoot. But for some reason they call Ashfoot "Hamutalp" which transtales to Ashsole.

-this one isn't much of a complain as the others, they call Runningnose wetnosed, I find this one adorable.

-Wetfoot is Wetsole, Nedvestalp

-Leopardfur is Panther pelted🤨(Párducbundás)

-Nightpelt/star is Night Striped (Éjcsíkos)

-Deadfoot is now also Deadpaw

-ONEWHISKER IS STUMPY WHISKERED

-Thunderpaths are Thundering paths, love that

-They call Clans Tribes. So we have Thunder Tribe, Wind Tribe and River Tribe, then idk why, but they made ShadowClan fancy; Tribe Of The Shadows (Árnyak Törzse).

I apologize if this whole thing is very rambly, I didn't plan on writing this. I wrote whatever weird thing I found while reading the first few chapters on Fire And Ice😭

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#text #anonymous #warrior cats #confession

[warriors-reshuffled]

Deadfoot’s Name

Taking inspiration from Bonefall’s Deadfoot

Deadfoot was born as Hopkit alongside his siblings Pouncekit and Springkit. You see, theme naming is common in Windclan, especially among the older generation. And with how wiggly this litter was, mama Meadowslip knew she wanted to go with some kind of motion theme.

Hopkit was born with his twisted paw. From the wrist down the paw lacks feeling and he is unable to move it. This made his stride a little funny, but it hardly slow him down once the litter started running. Especially when he started practicing, determined to prove those grumpy elders wrong.

When he was an apprentice, his patrol came across a particularly arrogant loner who stole a rabbit right out from under them. The cat went on to insult the warriors, stating they would need “more than a kit with a dead paw” to scare them.

Hop-paw then proceeded to calmly beat the thief over the head with said “dead” paw. Repeatedly.

From then on, Deadpaw became a fond sort of nickname. Especially when he started to work clubbing the opponent with his dead leg into his fighting style.

He graduated with the name Hoprush, only to be awarded an honor title not long after. Deadfoot, for using his paw to beat an adder that was caught sneaking into the nursery.

#warriors rewrite #deadfoot

[moths-wc-aus]

are there rules you follow for pearlclan/your evil run?

losely, yeah! when making the clan, i looked for any traits that could be used for evil (bloodthirsty, loyal, etc). with the modern game, i'd have exiled the starclan guide to the dark forest, but i wasn't playing modern so i didn't have that option lol

uhhhh if a cat tried convince someone to run away with them (cough cough deadpaw cough) i killed them. same thing if a cat retired. i declared that if a cat brings a litter back home with them one day, then they've kidnapped them from another clan. that's... about it, really!

#ask #anon #clangen #clangen evil run

[skekteksfurby]

Omg as if Deadfoot/Deadpaw/Hopkit's name isn't already ableist enough they literally named him after the C-slur in the Dutch editions. So he's C-slurkit now.

#tekrim text #warrior cats #ableism tw

[bumblegaze]

Deadfoot pls

I hadn’t had much of anything on Deadfoot prior to this ask but I sure do now!

Due to lore changes (mentioned here) Deadfoot’s name needs a bit of reworking. I think Deadfoot is a really compelling name and in canon he likes it so to account for the lore change I’d go about his naming differently.

Following his recovery from infection I imagine that Hopkit’s littermates starts jokingly referring to his lame paw as his ‘dead’ paw. Meadowslip takes them outside and chastises them for being rude to their brother who likely would never become an apprentice with them. Hopkit overhears and is devastated and asks Hawkheart if it’s true. To which the medcat responds that to him, it sounds like he already is one, ‘Deadpaw.’ When Talltail urges Heatherstar to make Hopkit an apprentice alongside his siblings, she says she’ll speak with Hawkheart regarding Hopkit’s health. The medcat gives his okay and suggests that Hopkit’s name be changed, to which Heatherstar allows.

Hopkit is renamed to Deadpaw, something which catches the whole clan off guard. Meadowslip is quite a bit angry, and Talltail feels a tad uncomfortable about it, but Deadpaw and his siblings are laughing. Deadpaw looks very proud, so the clan rejoices with him.

#thanks for the ask! #the phoenix au #wc rewrite #wc au

[bonefall]

I thought Deadfoot was already in the age range from what I remember from Tallstar’s revenge. Hopkit is mentioned in the same breath as Stormkit but I could be wrong.

I thought it was Lizardstripe that needed to be aged down or is she the little bit older friend of the group?

Deadfooting sounds awesome and I love it.

Honestly the choice between Deadfoot or Ashfoot is difficult, could it be both of them?

I can imagine Ashfoot telling Crowfeather about the good times her and Deadfoot had with the forget-me-nots.

She might give him a flower before the journey so a new generation of forget-me-nots could happen.

The canon timeline is pretty borked. Deadpaw is apprenticed around the time Stormkit breaks his jaw. Jake is born during Oakstar’s rule and has his journey with Talltail like 8 years later, even though he’s supposed to be a young tom, Hopkit is born when Talltail is an apprentice, etc

To your credit you’re right, I completely forgot that Lizardstripe is actually older than Yellowfang! I’ve burned that to the ground! Lizardstripe is older than Yellowfang over my DEAD BODY.

(She’s aged down by a lot; Yellowfang and Tallstar are both older cats in my rewrite, cat equivalent late 50s and early 60s as opposed to the Forget-Me-Nots who are in their 40s in TPB. So something like 10 years vs 6 - 8 years.)

Unfortunately, it can’t be both of them who are officially in the Forget-Me-Nots. 5 cats is a lot to balance, let alone 6, and Oakheart is already getting neglected in the drafts alone. Whichever WindClan cat ends up not being the Forget-Me-Not can still know about it though, maybe show up to say hello once or twice

#Forget-me-not AU #Bonefall Rewrite

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Deadcall

Aliases / Nicknames: Dawnkit, The Moon Killer, The Gathering Butcher

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Softcall (adoptive mother), Harriertail (adoptive father), Driftfang (adoptive sister), Rippleswan (mate), Harrierpaw (son), Magpiepelt (adoptive son), Fernswan (adoptive daughter)

Other Relations: Harriertail (mentor)

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: warrior, loner

Characteristics: kills for pleasure, sociopath, forces victims to admit to their actions, dumps bodies in the lake

Number of Victims: 38

Number of Murders: 38

Murder Method: mutilation, hindering movements

Known Victims: several unnamed warriors, kittypets, and rogues

Victim Profile: cats who committed serious crimes

Cause of Death: strangled by barbed wire, suicide

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story:

It was almost funny.

The memory, the moment in his life that would set all of his future actions on a certain path, was hardly a memory at all. He had been so young, it all so foggy. A she-cat. 

Blood pooling onto the grass, coating his fur.

An angry tom.

What was clearer was being taken in by Harriertail and Softcall. He was raised as their son and the brother to Driftfang, who treated him no different than blood, which is to say they fought often, but always cared for one another.

Back then, Deadcall hadn’t been Deadcall either, nor Deadkit. He was Dawnkit. Quite the cynical kit he was. He never wanted to play, nor listen to elder stories, or.... do anything, really.

He just never saw the point in it. Never got the point in....feeling things. Joy, happiness, what have you. He did get the point in anger, perhaps the one emotion he felt for sure.

The leader had given his name to him unexpectantly, apparently because his tail was practically ‘dead,’ unable to move with his will. His parents and sister were angered by this, and tried to comfort him, but Deadpaw didn’t care. It was kind of cool.

It would later be ironic, too.

He got into a lot of arguments with the other apprentices for cutting up prey and stashing it away in a secret spot.

It was Harriertail who took him to the side and explained what Deadpaw already sort of knew: he was different, and not in the good way that the heroes in stories were. He was different in a way that, if anyone found out, he could get in big trouble. He needed to pretend to be what others would view as ‘normal.’

Harriertail seemed to see the trouble growing in his son, and when he saw that he couldn’t put out the fire, he decided to nurture it away from killing cats and instead on killing prey. 

But it could only last so long before it wasn’t enough. Not even fighting harshly in battle was enough. He didn’t know why he was like the way he was. The only reasonable time he hurt someone in anger was just after Softcall died of illness.

Another apprentice was trying to bug him. Normally, Deadpaw could hold back with Harriertail’s lessons, but he was in no mood to do so now. The apprentice had to be sent to the medicine den for the next several days, and Deadpaw was stuck caring for the elders.

During this time, Harriertail took him aside and explained to him why he was the way he was, or at least, why he suspected it.

Harriertail knew everything. 

The she-cat, her blood, her mangled body, had been his mother. The tom was her mate, Deadpaw’s father, who killed her for a reason that made Deadpaw want to shout at the Stars. 

He killed her because she ate his mouse.

For that reason, because he had killed his own mate and son’s mother, leaving them both in a pool of blood for who knew how long before Harriertail found them, Deadpaw was different.

He was strange because of that.

He wanted to kill because of that, because of his father.

He hated the thought of disappointing Harriertail, the only reason he managed to hold back. But then Harriertail granted it to him. He went further than that, he taught him in secret lessons how to effeciently kill the hardest prey-- a cat. They practised, Harriertail mainly playing the victim in which Deadpaw had to sneak up on and catch if he ran.

The training did work on his body. Deadcall became incredibly skilled at hunting and fighting, and his fur rippled with the taut muscles beneath.

One lesson was greatest of all: only kill those who deserve it.

The teachings stuck with Deadcall. Even after Harriertail died, Deadcall imagined he was still there, guiding Deadcall’s actions. He knew it wasn’t real, but it influenced him anyway, the angel to his demon.

Every now and again the storm would rise up, bloody waves smacking against the shore, louder and louder and harder to ignore. 

Then he would kill, and it would be quiet again for the next moon. He liked to kill during the gatherings, for it was easier to slip away unnoticed whether or not he was supposed to go to the island. First, he had to slip away a lot to find cats that fit the description for someone bad enough to deserve death, then he would slip away to be certain, then he would slip away to kill them.

When he killed them, he enjoyed playing it out, scratching them up, often hindering their movements. Above all, he enjoyed making them admit to what they had done before he ended them. With no one around to see, he waited until the island and beaches were empty before filling the bodies with rocks and dumping them in the lake.

But then the worst thing happened: he felt something.

His mate, Rippleswan, was only supposed to be for appearances. No one thinks the tom with a family would do anything bad, but she and her two kits loved him. And when Rippleswan had Deadcall’s son, they became... they truly became his family, all of them.

He loved them.

And that meant he had something to lose.

He tried to stop, to hold himself back, for their sake, but it could never stick. The waves were too demanding, the glow of the full moon too intoxicating.

Then Rippleswan was murdered, and Deadcall’s son, Harrierkit, had been left in her blood. 

So he left. He wasn’t a good cat to be around them. Harrierkit had to be raised by his older siblings, now warriors, and not by a killer. So many deaths because of him. Even Driftfang had died because of him, slain in battle by an angry warrior grieving their brother’s dissaperance, not knowing he lay just at the lake. When some of the bodies were discovered, the blame was placed on an innocent warrior who was executed because of it.

He lived alone, unconnected, until years later when a young cat showed up at his paws and announced himself to be Harrierpaw, Deadcall’s adult son that ran away before he could be given his warrior name.

His life was nothing how Deadcall had hoped. His older littermates did their best, but Harrierkit was placed under the care of the new queen, Waterbelly, who was abusive.

Harrierpaw told Deadcall that he knew Deadcall ran away because he could see the darkness in his son and wanted nothing to do with it.

Deadcall tried hard to show him that he did care, but how could he explain why he left without also having to explain to his son what a monster his father was?

Eventually, he gave up, and told him the truth. Then, believing that Harrierpaw was set for the same dark path he was, he vowed to teach him as Harriertail taught Deadcall. 

He did just that, but when it came for the real lesson, Deadcall letting a cat that had hurt Harrierpaw bleed onto the stone, Harrierpaw realized that he was wrong. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not like this. Worse, his father needed to be stopped.

And Deadcall agreed.

Before, he felt nothing. The only joy, any emotion, came from murder. But he grieved for his parents, his sister, his mate. He loved and missed his two adopted kits, and it broke a heart he didn’t think he had to leave them and his son behind.

So many were dead because of him, even those who were innocent.

He was a monster, and he needed to be stopped. He took it upon himself, not wanting to traumatize his son further.

He was not surprised to find himself in the Dark Forest, the only shock coming from discovering an afterlife did exist. He only hoped that his son would not join him.

Additional Information:

--How did Harriertail know so much? Well, :)

--Ref by Turukhan

--He’s not so much fluffy as he is ripped.

--Congrats on anyone who guessed. He is based on Dexter!

--His left front leg is gray on the left side and brown on the right side, while his right leg is gray on the right side and brown on the inside, kinda making it look like he has one brown leg in the middle when they’re pressed together.

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WindClan Year 1 Newleaf

Notes: a * next to a character’s gender descriptor means they’re trans. Charlie is used to indicate nonbinary cats. If a cat is referred to as a charlie-tom* or a charlie-molly*, it means the more binary part of their gender does not align with what they were originally assigned. Tolly is used to indicate a cat who is both a tom and a molly, either simultaneously or separately, static or fluid. A character is referred to as their birth gender, as they are a kit who hasn’t discovered their identity yet (and in this case will not discover it until adulthood); their true identity is in parentheses next to their birth gender

Leader: Heatherstar - Pale warm grey molly with blue eyes. Hawkheart’s sister.

Deputy: Talltail - Black and white tom with a very long tail and amber eyes. Palebird’s son. Bristlepaw, Flypaw, Rabbitpaw, and Wrenpaw’s half-brother. Apprentice, Deadpaw

Seer(s): Hawkheart - Stone-grey intersex tom with dark brown flecks and yellow eyes. Heatherstar’s brother.

Barkface - Dark brown tom with a short tail and amber eyes. Redclaw’s son.

Warriors: Dawnstripe - Pale gold tabby molly* with creamy stripes and pale green eyes. Whiteberry’s daughter. Redclaw’s sister.

Redclaw - Small dark ginger tom with amber eyes. Barkface’s father. Whiteberry’s son. Dawnstripe’s brother.

Woollytail - Fluffy grey and white charlie-tom with amber eyes. Palebird’s mate. Bristlepaw, Flypaw, Rabbitpaw, and Wrenpaw’s father. Apprentice, Sorrelpaw

Hickorynose - Brown tom with amber eyes. Meadowslip’s mate. Deadpaw, Pigeonpaw, and Sorrelpaw’s father. Apprentice, Wrenpaw

Meadowslip - Pale grey charlie with green eyes. Hickorynose’s mate. Deadpaw, Pigeonpaw, and Sorrelpaw’s parent. Apprentice, Bristlepaw

Mistmouse - Light grey-brown tabby molly with unusual blue eyes. Hareflight’s mate. Stagleap, Doespring, and Ryestalk’s mother.

Hareflight - Light brown tom* with amber eyes. Mistmouse’s mate. Stagleap, Doespring, and Ryestalk’s father.

Aspenfall - Lithe grey and white tolly (mostly tom) with one blue eye and one amber eye. Flailfoot’s kit. Cloudrunner and Plumclaw’s sibling. Apprentice, Rabbitpaw

Cloudrunner - Lithe pale grey tom with white paws and blue eyes. Flailfoot’s son. Aspenfall and Plumclaw’s brother.

Plumclaw - Small dark grey charlie with green eyes. Flailfoot’s kit. Aspenfall and Cloudrunner’s sibling. Apprentice, Pigeonpaw

Larksplash - Tortoiseshell and white molly with green eyes. Appledawn’s sister. Apprentice, Flypaw

Appledawn - Pale rose-cream molly with yellow eyes. Larksplash’s sister.

Stagleap - Stocky dark brown tom* with amber eyes. Hareflight and Mistmouse’s son. Doespring and Ryestalk’s brother.

Doespring - Light brown molly* with green eyes. Hareflight and Mistmouse’s daughter. Stagleap and Ryestalk’s sister.

Apprentices: Deadpaw - Black charlie-tom with a limp, twisted paw and green eyes. Hickorynose and Meadowslip’s son. Pigeonpaw and Sorrelpaw’s brother.

Pigeonpaw - Dark grey and white tom with yellow eyes. Hickorynose and Meadowslip’s son. Deadpaw and Sorrelpaw’s brother.

Sorrelpaw - Brown and grey molly with amber eyes. Hickorynose and Meadowslip’s daughter. Deadpaw and Pigeonpaw’s sister.

Bristlepaw - Black tom with spiky fur and yellow eyes. Woollytail and Palebird’s son. Flypaw, Rabbitpaw, and Wrenpaw’s brother. Talltail’s half-brother.

Flypaw - Snowy-white tom* with green eyes. Woollytail and Palebird’s son. Bristlepaw, Rabbitpaw, and Wrenpaw’s brother. Talltail’s half-brother.

Rabbitpaw - Pale brown charlie with a fluffy white belly and green eyes. Woollytail and Palebird’s kit. Bristlepaw, Flypaw, and Wrenpaw’s sibling. Talltail’s half-sibling.

Wrenpaw - Brown molly with amber eyes. Woollytail and Palebird’s daughter. Bristlepaw, Flypaw, and Rabbitpaw’s sister. Talltail’s half-sister.

Queens: Palebird - Black and white charlie-molly with amber eyes. Woollytail’s mate. Talltail, Bristlepaw, Flypaw, Rabbitpaw, and Wrenpaw’s mother. Permament queen.

Ryestalk - Grey tabby charlie with amber eyes. Hareflight and Mistmouse’s kit. Stagleap and Doespring’s sibling. Parent of Shrewclaw’s kits (Mudkit - Mottled dark brown tabby tom (charlie) with amber eyes; and Tornkit - Mottled grey tabby charlie-tom with light blue eyes.). Kits are 1 moon old.

Elders: Whiteberry - Small pure white charlie-tom with amber eyes. Dawnstripe and Redclaw’s father. Oldest cat in WindClan.

Flailfoot - Clumsy black charlie with yellow eyes. Aspenfall, Cloudrunner, and Plumclaw’s parent.

Lilywhisker - Light brown molly* with a broken hind leg and amber eyes.

#not plain text #blooming fire au #ask me to tag #warrior cats #warrior cats au #allegiances #windclan #year 1 #newleaf #year 1 newleaf #yes tornear knew he was a nonbinary tom at a young age #while mudclaw discovered he was nonbinary much later in life