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RAVENSTAR’S APOLOGY
A fic by buttercup-unlimited :3
Author’s note: Here’s me drabbling for a while. Sorry if I get any lore/pronouns wrong, I’m trying my hardest but I am very tired 😭
The cave was vast and looming, the cracked rock face seeming to climb endlessly into the inky blackness above. A single word could echo dozens of times around these walls, spreading like a whispered rumour into the ear of another. The air hung heavy with bitter cold and silence, spare the eerie rustling of shrubbery from the clearing and the occasional warning call of a nearby bird.
Leaders of Fallenclan’s past only ever tended to use part of the intimidating space as a sleeping den, preferring to make their nests in a smaller corner and keep warmth in for as long as they could. Goldenstar infamously allowed kits to play in the space he left unused, simply stating that whatever was his, was the clan’s. Even Maplestar picked merely a decent chasm to curl up into, never needing anything more. Every leader that had come before, in fact, hadn’t dared to flaunt such a cathedral all for themselves.
But Ravenstar was nothing like the leaders that had come before. No, he was stronger. Smarter. Shrewder. Grander. The day that he had received his nine lives, Ravenstar had returned to camp to make a very deliberate show of slowly building his nest, twig by twig, in the very centre of the den. A statement, if you will, the marking of what was very clearly now his territory. His eyes had glowed in a strange sort of way that day. Forebodingly. If you looked close enough, you just might have seen the rush of power going straight to Ravenstar’s head. Leadership had that effect on some cats.
Littleleaf had been there. Every day, since they were born, Littleleaf had been by Ravenstar’s side. He had watched him through his apprenticeship, arguing with his mentor at even the most trivial of things. Older cats would often say that he was a strong-willed fellow, well suited for a powerful position one day. If only they had known who he would become.
Ravenstar had lost everything except Littleleaf. The two brothers were the only thing tying one another to reality, saving each other from fluttering away in the breeze—like a leaf under a rock, safe…and yet stifled.
“Ravenstar?”
Even the name bore a sense of importance, of tension. Littleleaf regretted the call as soon as he had uttered it, not helped by the constant repeat of his word as it travelled up the gossiping walls of the cave. He felt so small, so insignificant, in this place. Something about its legacy was an all-too-cruel reminder of the fleeting nature of existence—Littleleaf almost felt as if he could drop dead right there, on the ground, and it would only be a flashing moment in time.
He took a few tentative steps forward, careful not too make too much noise on the cold stone floor. Most of the den was hidden in shadow, daring any cat who wasn’t Ravenstar to even attempt to venture further.
“Do you have any time to talk? I have some news…” Littleleaf tried again, cringing at how easy it was to boom in these chambers.
“News? This should be interesting.” A voice drawled from behind him, causing Littleleaf to flinch as he turned. Ravenstar had perched himself on a jutted-out rock somewhere high up the wall, his tail tucked neatly over his paws as he observed.
“Oh, hello. You frightened me, brother.” Littleleaf chuckled nervously. Something about their relationship, usually so close and easy, had felt strained as of recently. It was no longer so easy to approach Ravenstar.
The Fallenclan leader smiled, eyes glinting maliciously. His black pelt blended in perfectly with the shadows of the rock face, almost like they had belonged here all along. This was Ravenstar’s home now, and there could be no dispute about that.
“Sincerest apologies. I’m waiting…?” The leader mewed coolly. It was clear that he had no time for small talk, not even with his kin.
“Right. Of course. Well, we weren’t sure when to tell you, but…here we go.” Littleleaf took a deep breath. It was awkward, trying to give news to someone several feet above you. “Moorthistle is expecting kits. You’re going to be an uncle.”
Boom.
A million thoughts seemed to rush through Ravenstar’s head all at once. The coolly composed tomcat, usually so calm and purposeful in his mannerisms, seemed to struggle to maintain his balance from his vantage point as he took in the news. His facade flickered, just enough for Littleleaf to notice, and for a second or two Ravenstar was just a confused young tom again.
“Kits.” Ravenstar repeated, bright eyes darting to just about every corner of the den. “Kits, belonging to you and to Moorthistle. In Fallenclan.”
Littleleaf nodded distractedly, craning his neck to get a better look at his brother. “Yes, I…are you alright, Ravenstar? You look rather shocked.”
Ravenstar seemed to snap back to attention all of a sudden, jolted back to life by the attention of his brother, momentary crisis over as soon as it had began. He straightened his neck, focused his gaze and gave his chest a few calming licks, whispering something inaudible to himself.
“Yes.” Ravenstar eventually replied, keeping his answers concise and dry—he was back to normal, indeed. “I’m fine thank you, brother. I was taken by surprise, is all.”
Littleleaf nodded. “Alright, then.”
There seemed to be eons of silence between the brothers, both unsure of what to say next. When did it become so hard to conversate?
It was only when Littleleaf seemed to be on the verge of turning and leaving that Ravenstar spoke again, blurting words in a hurry as if in an attempt to make him stay.
“This is very good news, Littleleaf.” He mewed loudly. “More kin for you and I. More kits for Fallenclan. I’m sure…I’m sure that they will grow up to be fine warriors. May Starclan bless you.”
Littleleaf knew the words were intended for comfort, but all he could find within himself to feel was hurt. Why was his brother, so high and mighty now on his pretentious throne of rock, speaking to him as if he were any other old aquaintance?
“Why do you hold me so far from your heart, brother?” Littleleaf asked before he could stop himself. He wished that he had stayed silent, seeing Ravenstar’s false smile drop. The last thing he needed for himself and Moorthistle was tension with the leader of their clan.
Ravenstar narrowed his glowing eyes, looking bemused at best. “What exactly do you mean?”
Littleleaf shook his head, suddenly feeling very warm under the roasting heat of Ravenstar’s gaze. “I didn’t mean anything. I was just thinking out loud, really, don’t listen to me…”
Ravenstar did not look convinced. As if deciding something to himself, the sleek black tom began to leap nimbly down to meet his brother on the cave floor. Was he going to berate him? Banish him? …Hug him? Littleleaf wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.
They stood face to face for the first time in what felt like moons. Equal, it appeared, if only for a moment in time. Littleleaf often forgot that he was larger than his brother—because, in so many other ways, he was not.
“I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Littleleaf apologised, trying to back out of the hole he had dug himself into. He had never believed Ravenstar guilty of the crimes some suggested he had committed, but he didn’t intend on finding out if the accusations were truthful tonight.
“No. I’m the one who should apologise.” Ravenstar insisted suddenly, taking Littleleaf by surprise. “I… am sorry, brother. “
Littleleaf practically sputtered. This was the first time he had ever been apologised to by his brother, and most probably the last. He felt that the occasion should become an annual celebration.
“I know I have been distant, as of late. Partly because of my new duties, but also…” Ravenstar let out a laboured sigh, full of tension and grief that Littleleaf didn’t even know he possessed. “I care very much for you. More than you know. But it’s difficult for me. I see so much of them…in you.”
Littleleaf didn’t need to ask who his brother was referring to. “I see them, too. Everywhere.” He half-whispered.
Ravenstar held up a tail to silence his brother—an old leader tactic used to indicate that he was not yet finished saying his peace.
“I wanted to protect you. Show you how strong I could be on my own. I wanted to be the best I could be for you, Littleleaf. I am sorry if this meant sacrificing the time we used to spend together.” Ravenstar confessed. It was clearly difficult for the leader to talk about his feelings for such a prolonged period of time.
Littleleaf stroked his tail along his brother’s back comfortingly, the way he had when they were kits. “Thank you.” He murmured.
Ravenstar inclined his head. “I am happy for you, Littleleaf. You will make a great father. And perhaps…perhaps I will make a great uncle.”
Littleleaf wasn’t sure what to say. Was there anything he could say?
Perhaps, in this fleeting moment in time, all Ravenstar needed was a shoulder to lean on.
(Beetle note: THIS IS SO GOOD!!!! i love the exploration of Raven and Little's relationship,,, its so awesome)
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I—totally forgot to put this one up here—miyanae!! O///0 Anyway, I imagined the Fell-version of FateTale Trilogy Frans would certainly look like thisxD But if you guys have your own interpretation, feel free to do so! :D
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TW death and blood and whatnot but it’s moon 205 so what do you expect
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The day had been so, so bright, and now the scent of blood nearly choked out the sun.
Flyspots felt Wormshade flinch against his side at another yowl of pain, cut off suddenly by what was surely the end. The camp was too flooded by noise and violence to know who it was for sure, but Flyspots could only hope that it wasn’t a young warrior dying before their time, that their kin didn’t have to see them go. He hoped it was fast. Not everyone had the luxury of a quick death today, he thought grimly, glancing behind him at Salmonskip.
Wormshade had managed to drag her here, into the cover the pair of mates had found at the start of the attack, after the dog that had fastened its jaws into her had let her go, apparently bored once its prey had grown too weak to fight. Even now, with the wound in his neck weeping and tears and blood splattered across his face, Salmonskip tried to stand. Wormshade was quick to return to her side, motioning for her to stay down. Flyspots followed, for once quiet.
“Well?” Salmonskip asked frantically, her breath wheezing with the effort. “Did—“
“I didn’t see Moosefall, not fighting nor on the ground.” The /injured or dead/ part of the last statement remained unspoken, though you could hear it in the roughness of Wormshade’s voice, the wetness of its eyes. “Your sibling or Brackenwing, either. And don’t even worry about Jumblepaw. I saw Rustbee leading the apprentices out before we hid, so she’s safe.” Though there was little emotion in Wormshade’s voice, anyone could see the words brought some semblance of comfort to the younger cat. He finally stopped his fruitless attempts to stand, and the tears flowed a little slower as Flyspots laid his tail on her ginger and silver back. He could feel a tear of his own slip down his cheek, and he spent one moment wondering how Wormshade could seem so calm, even now. But it’d always been that way, hadn’t it? He could remember its old mantra— Flyspots, we both know you’re dramatic enough to have enough emotions for the both of us. But he knew Wormshade always felt just as much, if not more, as he did.
“Yeah, what he said,” Flyspots said after the sounds of fighting from beyond the outcropping of stones that shielded them got too much. “Everyone’s gonna be fine.”
He jumped as Salmonskip released something resembling a laugh, his yellow eyes fluttering closed with pain and exhaustion. “Everyone but me,” she whispered, and Flyspots couldn’t quite tell if the words were bitter or not. He saw Wormshade lower his head out of the corner of his eye.
“Can you…” she paused, eyes open again, clearly struggling to speak now as her voice failed her. “Can you at least lay with me while I die?”
Flyspots could not bring themself to respond at first, too shocked and overwhelmed and devastated, but Wormshade’s reaction was quick and short. “Of course,” it rasped, and lowered itself beside the bleeding molly, only hesitating a moment before resting his head on her flank. After that, Flyspots was quick to nod, to begin to lie down in honor of her request.
His belly hadn’t even touched the ground when the dog thrust its head around the rocks and grabbed him.
The pain was so great that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, but he heard Wormshade wail as he clawed desperately at flesh, trying to do anything to stop it. But it was too late, and everything went black.
•••
When he woke up the pain was gone, the sounds of the battle muted, but he saw the blood on the ground. He was still here, in this blood-soaked camp, and yet he wasn’t truly here. He rose, feeling lighter, stronger than he had in fifty moons, and met Salmonskip‘s eyes, saw her cheeks glimmering with tears that shone as stars on her ghostly form. But her fur was clean of crimson.
He hadn’t laid beside her as she died after all.
Flyspots didn’t look down, he didn’t want to, he dreaded seeing his own body lying lifeless. Instead, he scanned his surroundings, the ceiling of the cave. In death, he could somehow see the stars through the rock that separated the clan from the stars. As he watched, he spotted a brown flecked form leaping upwards, before disappearing in a flash of light. Beefreckle, the name appeared in his thoughts, and the realization sent a sensation so strong through his chest that he thought he was dying a second time. His kit. His little boy was dead.
Salmonskip’s voice broke him from his shock, and when he looked at her once more, he found her watching him with sympathy in her eyes. “I was waiting for you, to go up there,” she said, jerking her head in the direction of the stars. “We can go now, if you’re ready.” He couldn’t go, though. Not yet.
When he found the strength to look down, avoiding looking at the body his spirit had left behind, his gaze fastened to what he’d been searching for. Wormshade. His mate was a few steps away from where he’d died, his sides rising and falling shallowly despite the wounds that decorated his sides and face and the blood that matted his dark fur. Flyspots stepped towards him, settling against his side, curling his tail around his back legs and settling his head down, listening to the faint sound of his breathing.
He didn’t hear her, but he could feel Salmonskip grow closer. “I know. He’ll be with you soon, but… it’s going to take him a while.” Flyspots knew. Somehow, he could sense it, could sense Wormshade slowly drifting. Slowly dying. The elder’s eyes were open, ever so slightly, but Flyspots couldn’t tell if it was conscious or not. Oh StarClan, he hoped not.
Flyspots curled a paw against Wormshade’s side, but he couldn’t feel his fur, or his warmth, only the pressure of something stopping his paw from going further. “Can we wait?” he asked suddenly, twisting his neck around so he was looking at Salmonskip. She was still crying stars.
He could see her hesitate, but after a heartbeat, she gave a slow nod, and sat down.
He didn’t know how long the two waited, but after a long while, Wormshade stirred.
The black tabby didn’t speak as he lifted his head, looked down at his corpse, saw the two ghosts waiting for him. It simply rose with Flyspots, pressed its head against his, gave Salmonskip a nod. Then the three leapt up through the stars.
Hours later, when the couple sat alone, still unused to the stars in their pelts as they watched the clan below them grieve, Flyspots asked his beloved a question.
“Are you sad that we’re here?”
Wormshade raised his head to meet his eyes, silent for a bit, lost in thought. Flyspots didn’t mind, of course, taking a moment to study him. The shimmer in each cats’s pelt were different colors, he’d realized. Salmonskip had glowed pale green. Flyspots sparkled with a hint of sky blue. And Wormshade, in death, was dusted with gold. It clashed a little with his amber eyes, but Flyspots thought it might have been the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d never cared for things that matched, anyways.
“No,” Wormshade responded, voice even and calm. “We were old. It was going to happen regardless.”
Practical. It always was practical. But still, it wasn’t enough for Flyspots. When was it ever? “Did it hurt?”
The silence was longer this time, and Wormshade’s voice was quieter when he answered. “Yes. So much.” The tabby breathed. He closed his eyes. He lifted his face upwards. “But that’s okay.”
And then he leaned against Flyspots’s side, and— oh. He understood.
It was okay.
Anyways I will never be the same <3
Wormshade is my favorite so even though this takes place through Flyspots point of view this is really a memorial to him. I included Salmonskip as well because Moosefall is my third favorite and I figured I’d pay homage to his mate
WUGHGGHH??? AUGHHH??? OH MY. FUCKING HOD. this hurts so bad. the sentence "His little boy was dead" actually gave me a visceral reaction. YEOWCH
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Rotting Berries, by Dice Anon
There are a million stars in the sky tonight.
They dazzle and twinkle without remorse.
A shadow flits across them, wings flapping.
A molding fruit, once ripe, shrivels.
It’s a shame, really.
It could not be stopped.
Cherries die all the time.
Bad harvest, I guess.
A thick branch of belladonna stretches up into the sky.
Woven among blackberries, it goes unnoticed.
It’s oppressive vines, slick with its own venous liquid.
Eyes of sapphire watch.
“It’s for the good of my berries!” it cries.
Once that was true, but now?
It feels joy at cutting down those taller blackberries.
Its mission was once holy, but now blood covers his twisted crown.
He reaches up to those stars, and bathes himself in their holy light.
Swirls of color, shimmering like bismuth, dance in his vision.
He’s given his whole life to his clan, and taken others for his family.
The stars better welcome him wholeheartedly.
Mold covers his paws.
A carnivorous bird fests upon the flesh of another.
An ouroboro for his own honor.
He will destroy himself and everyone else for his family.
The stars will watch.
He will watch them back.
-🎲
so. hows moon 222 treating everyone.
(beetle note: AUGHHHH???? dice i think this is my favorite one yet holy shit. "cherries die all the time. bad harvest, i guess" OHHOOOOHO)
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"Okay, so I'm Bluefire and you can be my apprentice, Newtpaw. We're training to prepare for-"
"Apprentice? No. I want to be a warrior."
"Then what's your warrior name?"
"Newtscratch."
"Okay, Newtscratch. . . " Bluekit crouched, wriggling her haunches. "Then I'm an enemy warrior coming to attack you! Raaaah!"
Newtkit rolled out of the way just in time as Bluekit lunged for her, resulting in Bluekit pouncing face-first into the ground with a tiny oof! Newtkit snickered, swiping at Bluekit's tail. "Some warrior you are. Maybe you should be the apprentice."
Without warning, Bluekit sprang to her paws, slamming her head into Newtkit's chest and knocking her off balance. Before Newtkit could so much as open her mouth, Bluekit had pinned her to the ground. "Admit that I'm the better warrior, Newtscratch!"
"Never!" Newtkit squeaked indignantly. She swatted at Bluekit's face, jabbing her hind legs into Bluekit's belly at the same time.
"Ow!" Bluekit scrambled off of Newtkit, wincing. Newtkit stuck out her tongue, which only caused Bluekit to start giggling.
"Bluekit!" Rabbitkit, who had been haring around the camp with the other kits up until this point, scrambled to a halt in front of his littermate. "Can I play with you and Newtkit? Molekit's being mean to me again."
"No," Newtkit sniffed. "I only want to play with Bluekit."
"Bluefire," Bluekit corrected helpfully.
Rabbitkit turned a pleading gaze towards Bluekit. "Please?"
"I don't see why not. Playing warriors is more fun with three cats than two, anyway." Bluekit could have sworn she noticed a brief flash of hurt in Newtkit's gaze, but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared.
"Fine. Whatever."
"Don't be mad, Newtkit," Bluekit whispered. "You're still my best friend."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
...
Bluepaw padded into the medicine den and was immediately greeted with the soft smell of lilac. Silverbelly had taken to decorating the den with it in an attempt to block out the more unsavory herb scents, such as garlic.
"Bluepaw." Newtpaw's head immediately turned towards the other apprentice, ears perking. She had to fight to keep a smile off her muzzle.
"Hey, Newtpaw. I brought you a thrush. Caught it myself!" Bluepaw flopped down beside Newtpaw with a dull thump, shamelessly pressing her pelt against Newtpaw's in a way that made Newtpaw's heart flutter.
"Thanks." Newtpaw inspected the thrush instead of dissecting her feelings, picking feathers off its wings.
"Your wound has almost healed, right?"
"Yeah. Silverbelly says it'll probably scar, though."
"Cool!"
"I guess." Newtpaw took a bite from her thrush, chewing slowly.
"My ma says you were doing really well with your training. Your warrior ceremony will probably only be delayed one moon."
"One moon feels like an eternity," Newtpaw huffed, knocking her head into Bluepaw's shoulder. "And you'll be a warrior while I'm still an apprentice!"
"Only for a little bit. Maybe I should start flunking my assessments so we can be warriors at the same time?"
It took Newtpaw a few moments to realize Bluepaw was joking (she wasn't), and upon realizing she only rolled her eyes. "Just don't do anything stupid or exciting without me, okay?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," Bluepaw promised solemnly.
"Mousebrain," Newtpaw scoffed, but she was grinning nonetheless.
...
"--and this is the honey spruce," Bluefern announced.
"Why's it called that?" Evie tilted his head, peering up at the great tree. It stood out starkly in the meadow, despite there being plenty of other spruce trees nearby.
"There's a bee's nest. Can't you see it?" Newtscar flicked her tail towards one of the tree's highest branches. "Unless you want a mouthful of bees, I'd suggest you keep your distance."
"Oh." Evie's eyes widened. "Have either of you ever tasted honeycomb?"
Bluefern and Newtscar exchanged glances. "No," Bluefern replied. "Have you?"
"No, but I've heard it tastes really good."
"Good to know," Newtscar mewed sarcastically. "We should move on, unless you want to spend all day gawking at one tree?"
"I think I could get us some honey," Evie stated, gaze never leaving the bee's nest. "I'll just wait until all the bees are out collecting pollen, and then I'll sneak up and swipe some of it. They'll never even notice."
"That's a stupid plan," Newtscar retorted at the same time Bluefern exclaimed, "You're brilliant!"
Later, Evie was confined to the medicine den after receiving many, many bee stings. (He didn't manage to obtain any honey.)
...
"You like-e-e-e-e him," Bluefern cackled, causing Newtscar to swipe at her ears.
"You like him too!" Newtscar hissed.
"Well, yeah, but it's more embarassing that you like him."
"Shut up, Bluefern."
Bluefern did not shut up.
...
"Oh." Bluefern had only found herself speechless a rare few times in her life. This was one of them. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! I wouldn't have asked you to be my mate if I didn't like you." Newtscar was beginning to feel the telltale signs of panic. Does she not like me back? Why won't she stop staring at me with that stupid, dumbstruck expression?
"Uh," Bluefern replied intelligently.
"Do you not feel the same way?"
"No, no! I do. I want to be mates." Bluefern shoved her face so close to Newtscar's that their noses were practically touching. "You just caught me off guard."
"Why?" Newtscar flattened her ears but didn't move, secretly enjoying Bluefern's proximity.
"I thought you had a thing for Evie."
"I thought you had a thing for Evie," Newtscar fired back, suddenly defensive.
"I mean, I do." Bluefern leaned back. "I like you both."
"Can cats have more than one mate?"
"I think so. I mean, why not?" Bluefern shrugged. "As long as we're all honest with each other. You like Evie too, right?"
"Unfortunately." Newtscar sighed.
"Then maybe the three of us can be mates."
"Maybe," Newtscar assented, thinking for the first time that perhaps it didn't need to be two against the world. Perhaps it could be three.
...
"I like you both a lot. . ."
"We know."
"Shhh, Newtscar! He's confessing." Bluefern shoved Newtscar. "Please continue."
A playful smirk was beginning to tug at Evie's features, and the tom felt himself emboldened by Bluefern's encouragement. "So I was wondering if you two-"
"Yes," Newtscar interrupted. "But if you snore I'll change my mind."
"Okay. That's fair." Evie and Bluefern were both purring while Newtscar was doing her best to look indifferent.
She failed. (The three proceded to have a long discussion about what the future would look like, with all three of them as mates.)
...
Mistyfish's fever wasn't going down. She had been sick for moons, her symptoms only getting worse and worse. Surely, surely, she would recover. Bluefern couldn't let herself think any differently.
Outside, Newtscar and Evie were engaged in a hushed conversation with Stormsight and Silverbelly.
Mistyfish was gazing vacantly at Bluefern. "Ma? Don't come too close. I could get you sick."
"I don't care, sweetling." Bluefern wrapped herself around Mistyfish, around her precious kit. "It's going to be okay."
"Sweetling . . . ?"
"Your grandma used to call my littermates and I that, sometimes."
"Oh." Mistyfish snuggled closer to Bluefern. "I like it. It's nice." The smell of sickness wafted about the den in a thick, permeating cloud. Bluefern did her best to ignore it.
"It'll be okay, Mistykit," she repeated, not even noticing her slip-up.
"Okay, Ma. I believe you." Mistyfish closed her eyes, letting out a soft breath as she drifted off to sleep.
Mistyfish never woke up.
...
"His name is Sunnykit. He's sleeping right now, but I'll introduce you in the morning." Willowsplash's gaze was brimming with love, as if she had already spent a thousand lifetimes being this kit's mother.
"Looks like we're grandparents. . . again," Evie grinned, placing emphasis on again.
"Newtscar is going to be so excited!" Bluefern exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement herself.
"I don't think Mom's ever been excited about anything," Willowsplash chimed in, causing Evie to snort in amusement.
"Well, she'll be excited about this," Bluefern decided firmly.
"We'll see," Evie replied, giving Willowsplash's shoulder a reassuring lick. "I'm proud of you, kiddo."
"Thanks, Dad."
...
"We have matching scars now." Sleepycloud chuckled. In truth, his face still stung where the ShallowClan warrior had raked her claws. She had missed his eyes by less than a spider-leg. Likely, she had been attempting to blind him. The thought was disconcerting.
"I wouldn't call them matching." Newtscar was inspecting her son's new scars, triple checking that they had healed right and weren't going to start gushing blood at any moment. "I still don't see why you won't at least describe the cat who did this to you."
"Mom."
"What? I just want to give them a 'matching' scar of their own," Newtscar sniffed, expression never changing.
"I don't even remember what she looked like," Sleepycloud lied, trying to get Newtscar to let it go, though he knew it was a futile effort. She was like a bloodhound when she caught scent of something she felt was important.
"She? So it was a she-cat?"
"Mom!"
...
"What mischief are you two plotting?" Newtscar narrowed her eyes, gaze flicking skeptically between Pebblefreeze and Evie.
"Us? Mischief? How could you accuse your loving mate and darling daughter of anything treacherous?" Evie gasped dramatically, feigning hurt. Newtscar was unimpressed.
"You both have your 'scheming' faces on. I know because you got it from your father," Newtscar grumbled at Pebblefreeze, shooting a pointed glance at Evie.
"Did she?" Evie drawled.
"She did."
"I did not," Pebblefreeze pouted, nose scrunching up in the same way that Newtscar's did when she was annoyed. "We haven't done anything. Yet."
"StarClan help me," Newtscar muttered. Evie shot Pebblefreeze a conspiratorial wink.
...
"I still think about them." Bluefern didn't want to cry. She couldn't. Yet she could feel her gaze watering as she stared up at the pelt of stars spanning the sky.
Newtscar pressed herself against Bluefern's side, and Evie wrapped his tail around both of them.
"What would their names have been?" Bluefern continued. "Would they have been warriors? Medicine cats? Mediators? Why couldn't we save them?"
"There wasn't anything we could have done, Bluefern," Evie murmured.
"Wasn't there? Why did we let Curly defend the nursery?" Bluefern's voice wobbled. "One of us should have stayed behind."
"Then maybe one of us could have died," Newtscar replied gently. "Who knows what would have happened? The past is past, Bluefern. It's too late."
"I know." Bluefern squeezed her eyes shut. "I know."
The three stayed there for half of the night, pressed together in their silent grief over the three that were lost too young.
Ravenkit. Icekit. Smokekit.
Three stars shining down upon three parents.
...
"So, you and Cherrydust, huh?"
"Dad!" Ripplefade hissed, mortified. "Lower your voice. Someone could hear you."
"What? I'm just saying. Being mates with the deputy is no small thing," Evie chuckled.
"She isn't my mate, Dad."
"You like her though, right?"
"Pebblefreeze likes her too! Why don't you go harass her?" Ripplefade kicked a pebble across camp. Where were his mothers when he needed them?
"Eh. Pebblefreeze doesn't fluster so easily. You're fun to tease." Evie nudged Ripplefade affectionately. "I could go talk to her for you, if you're too nervous. . ."
"No!"
. . .
"You drooled on my fur last night," Newtscar complained, running her tongue over her matted shoulder fur.
"Probable. I woke up with a mouthful of your fur, anyhow."
"Ugh."
"Guys, look. Cherrydust is calling patrols," Bluefern chirped. "Think she knows to put us together?"
"Of course. It'll always be the three of us. We're iconic," Evie grinned.
"Hm. Maybe she'll let us hunt near the Sky Pine. I hear prey's good down there lately," Newtscar spoke, finishing her pelt cleaning with a few final licks.
"As long as you don't get stuck up there," Bluefern purred.
"That was one time, Bluefern," Newtscar grumbled.
"Don't worry, Newtscar. If you get stuck, Bluefern and I will rescue you."
"Both of you stop talking."
Neither of them stopped talking.
Newtscar didn't mind.
-🐉
(whoop whoop, the polycule! last of the three requests. hope i did these guys justice in a collection of moments w/ them and their kits teehee
they're so silly i love them)
DRAGON YOU DID THEM JUSTICE AND SO MUCH MORE OH MY GOD MY HEART,,, THIS IS SO UNBELIEVABLY PERFECT HOLY FUCK.
"you like him too!" "yeah but its more embarrassing that you like him" ITS SO THEMMM ITS SO THEM IM ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING CRYING. google how to get a fic tattooed onto the insides of your eyelids
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A Ravenshade Fic
By Dragon Anon
She swept through the star-filled meadows in a blaze, her fury uncontainable.
She seethed. She wailed. She wept.
She had seen her father for the first time in moons, and he had looked at her with such pride, yet in her heart she felt no joy. Only bitterness, only hate.
So she stormed on; let all the stars know her fury. She hissed spiteful words she knew that he would not hear: "Everyone you love will betray you, everything you touch shall fall to ruin, and you will spend your eternity in the dark."
Underneath her fury, she also felt fear. Fear for her kin, for her friends, for her clan.
She could not sit idle.
...
Nightgleam had been avoiding him. She knew something, Ravenshade was sure of it. He just didn't know what. Tsk.
Bristleheart and Feathersight had both grown distant as well, troubled.
Problems. So many of them. Ravenshade would pick through this puzzle like any other, finding out what each of them knew. Feathersight had obviously begun to rethink his omen. Perhaps he had even received a second one. A warning.
Ravenshade wasn't quite sure how Nightgleam and Bristleheart fit into the equation, but he would find out, one way or another.
He only hoped Shrewscratch remained oblivious. Ravenshade would hate to deprive his brother of a friend.
Ravenshade could feel Nightgleam's wide, searching gaze on him now. She was wedged in-between Mistlefrost and Snailpetal, who were bickering and laughing back and forth without a care in the world. When Ravenshade met Nightgleam's gaze, she looked away.
His gaze narrowed. He looked at his paws. He hummed softly.
At the very least, he was becoming quite skilled at dealing with problems.
...
"I'm going to find the rogues that killed her and kill them too," Ramstep hissed, voice breaking slightly. "It isn't right! She didn't deserve..."
"I know. I'm sorry," Ospreyswipe murmured. "I think... I think maybe you should talk with Feathersight."
"Why?" Ramstep replied. Wolfpaw's ears pricked. She knew eavesdropping on her mentor was wrong, but she was doing it anyway. He had been acting different ever since his aunt died.
"Just... trust me."
"Fine."
As the voices trailed off, Wolfpaw quickly scrambled out of the way, ducking further into her hiding spot. The two toms, mercifully, didn't notice her.
When she was sure they were gone, she crept out into the open. She felt a sudden surge of frustration. She wanted to go with Ramstep and hunt down those rogues. It wasn't fair. He kept treating her like she was a kit.
Sighing, Wolfpaw decided to begin the trek back to camp, careful not to follow too closely to the warriors up ahead.
She was determined to help. They just had to let her.
-🐉
(some little snippets, hehehe. wanted to play around with nightgleam's clairvoyance. anyway, very excited to see what other trouble ravenshade gets up to canonically...)
Beetle note:
OOH i love the inclusion of Nightgleam's clairvoyance thats so epic... your fics are always such a treat, dragon <3
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Ravenpaw wants to be like his dad.
Gyoza does what he wants, when he wants. Gyoza doesn’t care what other cats think. Gyoza knows the funniest pranks!
Ravenpaw talks about it all the time.
“So you’re my mentor now, Bub!” he crows, delighted after his ceremony. “You have a name like my dad, so you must be cool!”
The colorpoint simply huffs with amusement, giving the young tom a blinding grin. “I must say, I am pretty cool. But who could be cooler than your old man?”
Ravenpaw has to agree with that.
Littlepaw wants to be like his dad.
Gyoza stands up for what he believes in. Gyoza chases after the things he wants. Gyoza can lighten a room with smile and a joke.
Littlepaw doesn’t tell so many cats this.
Ravenpaw lays in their shared nest, cuddling close to him as they talk quietly through the night. “I can’t wait to show Dad the battle moves I learned today! I swear, I’ve seen him demonstrate the exact ones for me one time!”
“Raven,” Littlepaw murmurs quietly, much quieter than his brother had been. He was always just a little quieter than his brother. “What if I want to be like Dad, too?”
“Who wouldn’t want to be?” Ravenpaw asks with a flash of a smile. Cloudpaw shushes him from across the den.
The dark furred apprentice continues, only a little softer. “If you ask me, though, I think you’re more like Momma.”
Littlepaw has to agree with that.
Ravenshade wants to be like his dad.
He is now, right? He’s worked so hard, days and sometimes even nights, without much break. Even Bub had gotten tired most days, leaving him to practice on his own. And it’d all paid off.
It’s not often there’s a warrior of ten moons.
But sometimes he wonders.
How can this be like his dad? Gyoza didn’t graduate early; he didn’t graduate at all! Would he have worked this hard, or would he have relaxed more? He didn’t even take a warrior name.
Lost in thought, Ravenshade comes across a ShallowClan patrol.
It feels good to taunt them. Certainly better than being wrapped up in his head.
Littleleaf wants to be like his dad.
He likes his name a lot. Leaves are beautiful in the autumn, and they can heal so many things. His name makes up for the fact that he’s two moons behind their brother, right? They graduate with Cloudtuft, at least; expect, he’s a moon younger than him, so it’s not really the same.
This is the normal age for graduation.
But sometimes, they wonder.
Did Ravenshade miss his warmth in the nest these last two moons like they did? Gyoza never seemed bothered when Troutspeckle spent the night on a solo patrol, but every time Ravenshade went out to hunt without letting Littleleaf know, he felt very alone. Their brother would always be there for them, but sometimes, they couldn’t seem to remember.
“I know you boys look up to Gyoza,” his mother says, her eyes half-closed with something wistful. “But I’m glad you’re a little more like me.”
It feels nice to talk with her. He knows she understands what’s going on inside his head.
Ravenshade wants his dad.
He doesn’t care what he has to do. He wants him back.
Gyoza would know how to make it better, he thinks, and spirals a little further.
He is not like his dad. He is falling apart when Gyoza would be calm. He is angry where Gyoza would be making jokes. He is wandering the borders when Gyoza would be home.
Oh, he is nothing like his dad.
He is alive, and Gyoza is dead.
Littleleaf wants his dad.
They know nothing is going to change it. He still wants him back.
Gyoza would know what to do now, he thinks, and sinks a little deeper.
They are not like their dad. He is lying alone when Gyoza would be with clanmates. He is letting Ravenshade go out alone again and again when Gyoza would go with him. He is so, so tired where Gyoza would be working.
Littleleaf has never been like his dad.
And now Gyoza is dead, while they are alive.
Troutspeckle watches, and yearns for her mate.
She wonders if tomorrow Ravenshade will come back from one of his patrols with blood staining his paws.
She wonders if tomorrow Littleleaf will stop talking altogether, and simply close themself off to the rest of the world.
She loves her sons so much, just the way they are. But
She wishes she were a little more like their father.
Gyoza would know what to do.
I’ve wanted to write a Raven/Little comparison about Gyoza since Raven got his name early, but I only got up the motivation today when I realized Gyoza had been killed by the dogs too— I don’t know how I missed his name before! I wasn’t going to include the little part about Troutspeckle but it practically wrote itself lol
HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO EPIC?????????? i absolutely LOVE your analysis, it's so interesting and in character, and written so well. the dichotomy,,, the brothers.... AUGH im going to b thinking about this one for a while i just know it
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And StarClan Was Silent (by Dice Anon)
A creeping chill rides down his spine.
Bristleheart knows something is off.
Ravenshade stares at Cherrystar, not joining her vigil.
Lavender and rosemary cover her pelt.
He stares with cold eyes.
He must be in shock.
A raven’s feather drifts down as they enter the Glow-cave.
Bristleheart grins, pointing at it.
“StarClan approves!”
Ravenshade enters the cave without sparing it a glance.
It’s as if he knows it was a lie.
Bristleheart waits outside, as is customary.
A gift for persistence.
Persist through your sinful leadership of the clan.
A gift for empathy.
He’d had none, so she had to give her own.
A spiteful declaration that he must be dutiful.
Ravenshade stares blankly.
A curse of loyalty.
He’ll be loyal, but not to FallenClan.
The thrill of his power creeps up his spine.
A slow drip from the ceiling awakens him.
As the blood drips down his face,
He feels no guilt.
The stars shine on.
Silent as always.
If they cannot stop him, no-one will.
And he lifts his nose up and lets the blood bathe his face and chest.
He’ll murder every clan if it means Littleleaf is safe.
He’ll face every single hound and rogue.
He’ll slaughter every leader.
He’ll protect his brother.
If Bristleheart notices the scent of blood on Ravenstar, he doesn’t say anything.
Ravenstar does notice the awkward glances.
A chill creeps up Ravenstar’s spine, as though he were being watched.
Guilt attempts to worm its way into his heart.
He doesn’t let it.
He did this for his noble cause.
Cherrystar’s curse of loyalty to FallenClan.
Poppyfeather’s gift of duty.
Troutspeckle’s extension of empathy.
Gyoza’s promise of persistence.
He feels a faint feeling of something wet on his head.
Ravenstar pauses to check, but nothing is there.
The faint scent of iron fills his nostrils.
Bristleheart doesn’t seem to smell it.
Whatever this threat is, it seems to be against him.
He feels it drip down his face, but invisible.
“Bristleheart, I need your advice. Who do you think should become deputy?”
“Hm, I do think there are a lot of valuable candidates. It’s your choice.”
“Great, thank you for your input.”
The taste of blood fills his mouth. “I do think Skyfrost would be a good choice. Him, Wolfbite or Ripplefade.”
Bristleheart looks up slightly.
“Whatever you want, Ravenshade.”
“Ravenstar.”
“Right, Ravenstar.”
-🎲
so how are we feeling after todays update? i'm feeling great (LIE) and i want to draw ravenstar (TRUTH)
(beetle note: YOU'RE SO FAST HOW???? this is incredible holy shit. the way he corrected bristleheart,,, >:) )
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Hounds
FANTASTIC poem by dice anon... another fucking banger you literally never miss
Hounds
There is a hound.
He hunts and runs. Slobber drips from his lips. Bloodlust pumps through his veins.
He has snuffed the flames of a dying star And now He will slaughter the wildlife.
Ferns dance in the breeze. Blood splatters the leaves. The cave walls close in.
The light of that dying star flashes. There is a hound and he will hunt. An otter. Ivy curling up the walls. This family will die in blood.
He hunts and rips. Slobber drips from his lips. Bloodlust pumps through his veins.
There is a hound.
- 🎲
moon 205 update came out like twenty minutes ago. some writers fast but I work faster.
(asking once again to be anon, ty in advance beetle <33)
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(every italic text is me angry as FUCK)
Poppyfeather and Ravenshade were on a patrol. Nothing well had happened. He pierced a neck artiery, making Poppyfeather lose lots of blood, killing her swiftly.
However, she didn't take this murder very well.
~~~~~~~~~~
On the night of the murder, after Moonstep and Poppyfeather were grieved and buried by the clan, Ravenshade got his definitely well-earned promotion, much to his pleasure. The moment Cherrystar muttered the words:
"From now on, until my passing, the new deputy of Fallenclan will be the young Ravenshade. I hope Poppyfeather will hear these words and approve of my choice-"
A sudden downpour of rain threatened to floor the gathering and a bright red cardinal feather fell on Ravenshade's paws. This is the color of a poppy. Ravenshade thought.
At night, when the ceremony ended, Ravenshade reclined to his matted, cozy nest to have his well-deserved rest. However, poor Ravenshade would not get his beauty sleep anytime soon.
In the middle of the night, a bright mist of light appeared in front of the black tom. He opened his eyes to noticed the ghost of Poppyfeather, grinning menacingly, showing teeth more jagged than the side of a cliff.
"You fool." She said.
"What do you want now, traitor? Are you coming back to haunt me?" Ravenshade scoffed, a smile forming at the end of his lips.
Poppyfeather took a deep breath and began the speech.
"You fool, you do not realize what grave mistake you have made. I am bound here by anger, ready to curse you and your name. As the passing of time wears down on you, you will rot into a shell of your former glory, bound by greed and ambition. Claws as sharp as thorns will tear into the pelts of many, a blood river forming and a heap of bones will form under your paws. You will waste away as even your family turns against you, a mush of blood cherries crushed by your paws in anger. You will burn and melt away, killed by the one who you least expect. A small leaf will tear your flesh and desecrate your corpse, beware of everyone and everything! No one is your friend!" She chanted with passion, a smile forming as she noticed Ravenshade's eyes opening more and more. "Why must you do this? Why must you make this decision? This path takes you only brings you more and more disaster and betrayel, so abandon this path and rethink your life, or turn into a pile of ash, burned by your greed, pride and ambition. You foolish little boy, every single day of your life, i will make it miserable." Poppyfeather ended the chant, knocking Ravenshade out.
But even in his dreams, Ravenshade could not find peace. An image of a hill of bones with a river a blood forming at the base could not leave his mind, the black cat with red paws and purple eyes never escaping his dreams. Yells, shrieks, calls for help being heard at all angles, Ravenshade desperately tried to block it out, occasionally Littleleaf's voice and bloodied paws filled his vision. The black tom tried to run away from everything, only to come across the silhouette of a familiar figure.
"Do not go past this line," Gyoza said, "it is not worth the pain it will cause. A little leaf with bring your downfall, thorns slashing your neck. Turn back and run away, son."
But Ravenshade didn't follow his father's advice, tearing the ghostly apparition and running faster than ever.
...
Ravenshade woke up in a cold sweat, his heart beating fast.
"Brother, are you okay?" Littleleaf's soft voice was heard across the den.
"Yeah, i'm fine. Just had a nightmare."
"A nightmare after your deputy ceremony? That sounds like a bad omen, Raven."
"...I guess..." Ravenshade mumbled.
The image of the bone hill and the blood river remained throughout the day, along with the poppy red cardinal feather.
-🌀 (immediately after this i ate fries so thats helpful i guess)
THIS IS SO EPIC YES....
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