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we-rate-warrior-names · 4 years

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Fireroar a small fluffy dark ginger tabby tom with yellow eyes very grumpy little guy he’s looked down upon for being a full blooded kitty pet Twitchwhisker a tall sleek furred black tom with flashes of white and green eyes nervous and clever his more talkative siblings make him feel a tad bit inferior and Darkwater a large long furred smoky gray tabby she cat sarcastic and witty her sudden decision to be a healer disappointed her family all three are close friends

Fireroar - A grumpy and determined tom. Fireroar hates how other look down on him due to his heritage, and it isn’t uncommon for him to confront anyone that says anything bad about him, he’s a warrior, and he wishes cats would start treating him that way. Fireroar is never afraid to let his true feelings known, especially around those he knows looks down on him, and he will never be polite unless he needs to be, Twitchwhisker will often quickly apologise on Fireroar’s behalf when he is rude to try and avoid a confrontation while Darkwater looks on, her whiskers twitching. Fireroar always goes above and beyond in everything he does in order to try and outdo his doubters, and if he does so he will be extremely smug about it, 14/10

Twitchwhisker - A nervous and intelligent tom. It takes quite a lot of courage for Twitchwhisker to be able to input himself into a conversation, especially around cats he isn’t too familiar with, seeing how easily others can do it, especially Darkwater, makes him feel ashamed, he’s a warrior, surely a little small talk shouldn’t scare him so much? Although seeing how poorly Fireroar handles conversations sometimes makes him feel that maybe it’s better to keep his mouth shut. Twitchwhisker tends to be a bit jumpy, anything unexpected can catch him off guard, he likes to have a plan for everything, and if his plan gets disrupted that can really throw him off. Twitchwhisker is very logical and loves to solve problems, and can happily get lost in their own thought process, meaning that he often doesn’t detect interruptions until it’s too late, no matter how small the surprise he will always bristle up and jump back, often feeling greatly embarrassed after since it is normally a clanmate, prey or falling leaves that scare him, if Darkwater or Fireroar are ever the ones to surprise him they will always act like nothing has happened, which really helps sooth Twitchwhisker’s nerves, 15/10

Darkwater - A confident and intelligent she-cat. There is nothing Darkwater can’t handle, she always seems in control of every situation and although her actions can be unpredictable, she seems to know what she is doing, so nobody tends to question her. Darkwater got bored of being a warrior and thought her mind could be better used in the medicine den, and although her family weren’t on board with this decision, Twitchwhisker and Fireroar fully supported her which was good enough for her. You can’t win an argument with Darkwater, that is a fact of life, so just accept it, she always knows exactly what to say and has always had the ability to outwit anyone she meets, she thinks that maybe Twitchwhisker could beat her in an argument if he were confident enough to take her on, and she does tell him that from time to time to try and help boost his confidence. Although Darkwater appears neutral and almost emotionless a lot of the time, she does deeply care for her friends, family and clanmates, which is one of the reasons she decided to become a healer in the first place, she just doesn’t like seeing them get hurt, 15/10

#fireroar #Twitchwhisker #Darkwater #anonymous #warrior cats

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sroloc--elbisivni · 2 years

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TF fic: dares for the first time

After the Quints are chased from Cybertron, one bot wonders about the possibilities of creation. And, with the help of the rest of the planet, acts on it.

Or: one take on the Guiding Hand in G1.

Ao3

After the last of the squids have retreated into the sky, an act of abandonment the Transformers can only hope is final, the survivors of the uprising burn some energy to shoot into the sky after them.

Then they arrange duty shifts. There is damage to be repaired. A lot of it.

The Quintessons had hated causing damage and especially hated it when the Transformers caused damage. They had hated the loss of efficiency, hated the reminder that the creations they made to perform maintenance (among other things) were capable of doing the opposite so effectively, hated having to live with destroyed factories and collapsed dwellings as constant reminders of their failure to subdue the planet.

They had caused damage, regardless, as things escalated. A particularly pyrrhic victory had been the destruction of the mech production factories.

“See!” the Judge who had given that order had pronounced. “You cannot renew your ranks forever! You cannot outlast us! You will never reproduce yourselves, and when we have exterminated all trace of your defects, we will begin again, and you will be no more than a failed prototype of our glorious co-prosperity sphere!”

Like so many other pronouncements of the Judges, that had been proven to be a lie.

Steelsong would like to test how much of a lie it really was.

Duty shifts come first, though. Steelsong spends one duty shift collecting materials under the wreckage of Caesium plant 23 and at the end of the shift asks Voltish the shift leader “Have these materials been designated for use yet?”

“No,” Voltish says.

“I am designating these materials for personal use,” Steelsong says and spends his off-duty shift sorting and organizing pieces. Laying them out.

Since off-duty shifts are new enough that most people don’t know what do do with the ones they don’t spend recharging, Steelsong gets an audience.

“What are you creating?” Fireroar asks.

“I am creating a new being,” he says. “Someone like us, and not like us. Someone who has never been told what to do by a master. Someone who will be free.”

There is a long silence while his onlookers consider his words. Steelsong is not surprised. The idea, when it occurred to him, had felt so enormous that he wasn’t sure how his processors could hold it. He has no idea if it’s even possible. Can he even construct someone in freedom, when he himself had not been? Could anyone here?

Now that he has thought of it, what will they do? Will they dismiss it as a waste of resources? Will they mock him for it? Will they leave him alone to labor unsupervised, or watch him just to see how he will fail?

Will they ask him why? He won’t be able to answer this. He doesn’t know why.

“Can we help?” Brights asks.

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It takes time to assemble the frame.

The factories-that-once-were had been full of specialized molds. Cast-metal frames. Interchangeable parts keyed to specific models. Specs kept under lock and key. Criticality failures built in to particular parts that would, if damaged, send a signal to the processor to shut down a frame so it could be taken apart and repurposed.

Building the frame would take less time if they did not have to regularly stop, discuss what they are doing, realize it is not something they want their creation to have to live with, and undo everything related to it. With every leisure cycle that goes by their creation becomes less like them.

With every duty shift that goes by, the planet becomes a little more like them. Like they are, like they wish to be. Slightly scrapped, perhaps, but still functional. Wounds in a state of repair. Becoming something lived in instead of merely inhabited. It is satisfying work.

Steelsong does not request duty shifts to work on his creation, though Wires suggests it. It does not feel correct. Constructing this new life is not a duty. It is not laboring to produce someone else’s comfort as duty was under Quintesson rule. It is not the improvement and maintenance of their planet that their existence as free and sentient beings depends upon. It is not done with some higher purpose in mind and there will be no consequences if it is never completed. What they do not have they cannot lose, after all.

Besides. Under Quintesson rule they had no leisure shifts. Steelsong appreciates irony.

He continues to collect undesignated materials from duty shifts. Others begin to do the same thing. Steelsong suspects they have parts enough at this point to forge a dozen creations, if they actually knew how. Since they do not know how, many of the parts are unsuitable. Many become damaged in their first application and require replacing. Many will not join to others.

The slowly assembling creation occupies a large part of Steelsong’s processors, even when he is not actively working. He worries. He hopes. He wonders.

He explains this to Three, who spends all of his duty shifts traveling the planet with the vast refracted crystal data drive, Vector Sigma, collecting the lives and stories of every surviving mech still on Cybertron. Three is interested in the partially assembled frame and helps to add a few pieces, fastening joints and making suggestions on the socket mechanisms.

“Have you considered the programming for his processors?” Three asks.

“Endlessly,” Steelsong exaggerates. Slightly exaggerates. “We are still removing parts of our own code that threaten to impair our function. And transformation, how are we to solve the puzzle of transformation? He must transform but we do not know what he will be and I will not force him into shape. The only solution I have is to write code from scratch, but that consigns him to an existence experienced within parameters.”

“Unless you could manage to create the code for adaptation, without copying it from yourself,” Three points out.

“I don’t have the processing power for that. No one has the processing power for that. You’d need twenty petabytes of data and a drive the size of your Vector Sigma to create that.”

Three looks at Steelsong. Three looks at Vector Sigma. Three looks back at Steelsong with a wild light in his optics.

“We have the capacity.”

“It would take—” Steelsong struggles to imagine the number of duty shifts even Vector Sigma would need to generate completely original code for adaptation. “At least seven thousand duty shifts.” Steelsong has experienced three thousand nine hundred and twelve duty shifts since they claimed Cybertron for themselves.

“Do you need this creation for something that must be performed sooner?” Three asks, and Steelsong has to admit he does not.

“Build your frame,” Three assures him. “Vector Sigma will make us the adaptive code if it must sift through every mech on Cybertron.”

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In the end that’s almost what it takes. Three has almost completed an entire circuit of the planet by the time Steelsong has finished the frame, and Wires flies to go collect Vector Sigma and bring it back. They are no longer near the Caesium 23 plant where Steelsong began the work, having since moved on to other areas that need maintenance. Brights performs the hookup with her steady hands, opening the ports Voltish spent ten leisure shifts carefully grinding into shape until he had formed a set that would be compatible with every cord and adapter still in existence. Fireroar writes a song for the occasion, and plays it for them on a set of wires strung between two boxes while they consider how far they have come in the ten thousand duty shifts since the last departure of ships.

Steelsong is given the honor of connecting to Vector Sigma to impart their request, and the singular honor of being the first to speak to this new being. It was a unanimous agreement, something that has only become rarer and rarer among even their small work group. Now that the Transformers have truly begun to practice arguing they have discovered they enjoy it. As unable as he had been to refuse, so too had he been unable to admit he doesn’t know what to say. As the code uploads, he stares at the slowly lighting optics of their creation’s face and feels—feels—

The optics are fully lit. Steelsong is being observed by the first new mech he has met in a very long time.

“Greetings,” Steelsong tells him “You are the first.” First freeborn, first choice and chooser, first dream.

Primus, the first, blinks at him. They have given him a set of optics with additional, removable crystal lenses after long and heated debate about how sharp his eyesight had actually needed to be. If he chooses to be a telescope, or a microscope, those lenses will be easy to modify and integrate into his transformation. If not, they can store additional files or hold specialized overlays or whatever else he chooses. Only what he chooses.

Primus removes the lenses from his face, squints at Steelsong, studies the lenses, and replaces them on his face. He looks at the rest of them.

“Well. That’s nice,” he says. “What does it mean?”

Steelsong despairs. Is he already looking to them for answers? Is he already craving someone to tell him what to do? Should freedom not be something that lets one simply know what they are for, what they want? What will he do when he finds out they cannot tell him?

It will not be bettered by delaying it. Steelsong reaches out a hand to help Primus to his feet.

“We don’t know,” he says.

Primus considers this and says, “How wonderful. I look forward to finding out.”

Steelsong finds himself in agreement.

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None of them take a duty shift that day. They spend it following Primus around, watching him discover the world. They answer his questions. He has many. There is no knowledge he came pre-programmed with. They discover they do not all agree on things when they have to voice them aloud for him. He listens to all of them and does not choose from among them. Voltish suggests compiling all existing knowledge into a data pack to be absorbed and this provokes such discussion they must agree to save it for later before they unsettle Primus.

It does not take their group long to find an uninhabited body. There are many of them. Some duty shifts involve collecting certain parts from the ones that are left around. Once, all deactivated frames were collected like so much scrap and melted down for component metals. The Transformers no longer do this. They have not figured out what to do with the frames, so the frames remain where they are.

The work crew explain the concept of deactivation and death to Primus. He is silent for a long time afterwards, and Steelsong exchanges glances with his work crew. They don’t want to interrupt his thoughts, even if the first instinct is to rush to reassure him that his deactivation will be a long way off, that they have constructed him with no parts designed to break or fail, that Wires is learning to do repairs, that there is enough energon to power him for duty cycles upon duty cycles.

Primus does not ask about his own deactivation. He asks “Who is taking care of them now? The deactivated ones?”

Steelsong never considered this question before.

When they return to the dwelling where Primus was onlined, some time later, Steelsong looks over the parts that remain. He knows what goes into constructing a new mechanism, now. There are not enough pieces for a dozen more like Primus, but...perhaps four more.

He selects the parts that will be necessary for creation. He asks Brights to carry a question with her when she returns Vector Sigma to Three’s care.

What do we want to create?

“What are you working on?” Primus asks.

“I am building someone who might care about the deactivated ones,” Steelsong says.

Primus considers this, watching him work. The work crew has stopped to watch him work as well. Steelsong remembers another leisure shift a long time ago that began the same way.

Primus kneels beside him. Together, they create.

#sroloc writes stuff #maccadams #transformers fanfiction #is this transformers #guiding hand

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laurabalducciart · 7 years

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The fire is roaring, The Sun is coming up, The chill is in the air and it’s a studio day!!! #studiotime #mystudio #spinningwheel #knitting #fireroaring #chilling #studioday #makingart #lovelife #xoxo #CortesIsland #LauraBalducciArt #BalducciArt

#mystudio #xoxo #balducciart #makingart #studioday #chilling #fireroaring #cortesisland #laurabalducciart #studiotime #lovelife #spinningwheel #knitting

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cynthiapixit · 7 years

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Fire roaring, candles lit, coffee brewing....yeah, I got it covered this morning. 🔥☕️🕯 #MyCastle #MyHood #Cold #Brrrrrr EarlyMorning #FireRoaring #CoffeeBrewing #Early #SundayMorning #Fireplace #AnotherBeautifulDay #CountYourBlessings #CynthiaPixIt #PhotoOfTheDay 📷

#brrrrrr #mycastle #myhood #fireroaring #cynthiapixit #early #anotherbeautifulday #cold #fireplace #photooftheday #countyourblessings #sundaymorning #coffeebrewing

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kim-kai · 11 years

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helennnnnn ajøldfkasædfkasdfkaslfkædl

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#fireroar

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mooseclan · 3 months

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Fireroar my guy how are you doing after being rejected like that 😭

Ignore the spelling mistake, I'm too lazy to fix it.

#mooseclan #clangen #clangen writing #clangen clan #clangen art #clangen oc #clangen blog #clan generator #warrior cats clangen #warrior cats #warriors #wc #wc clangen #ghostice #fireroar #mooseart #mooseasks

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kim-kai · 12 years

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tacohest tacohest

#dette var lenge siden #fireroar

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mooseclan · 3 months

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moon I (1)

Fireroar hurried to catch up to Ghostice, shivering as a cold breeze ruffled his fur. He admired the way the moonlight dappled Ghostice’s fur through the leaves above, before tearing his eyes away in embarrassment.

“We need catmint,” Ghostice explained and Fireroar nodded, although his mind drifted away for a moment. “Even if it’s new-leaf I don’t want to get any early cases of greencough. Or whitecough.”

They padded on through the forest, and Fireroar glanced around. He’d grown to love their Clan’s new territory, and the cats they’d met because of it. His thoughts yet again drifted to his companion and he glanced at the tom. Ghostice had been a friendly and joyful presence since they’d met.

As the night continued, Fireroar finally managed to summon up some courage and confess his feelings, only to be met with a pitiful gaze. He immediately knew that his love was unrequited, and watched the medicine cat pad away, left alone to wallow.

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A/N: Drawing all that was a nightmare. I hope to bring up Kestrelfreckle again, who is a stunning cat my brain created.

Please, send asks!!!

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kim-kai · 12 years

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omg det tar av

#fireroar #tentaclepron #skalleknarpen #vildethekid #friends #or something

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mooseclan · 3 months

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mooseclan

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There were four Clans in the old territory; MooseClan, SunClan, RainClan and MapleClan. When a forest fire wrecked and ruined MooseClan’s territory, they were forced to flee.

They fled to the docks where they met a cat named Goose, who explained his home on the ship. He led them aboard.

It took 6 moons for them to travel from their old home to their new one, and then they had to trek to find a place to live.

During the travels, cats died and cats joined

When they arrived at their new territory, a vision from StarClan informed that they needed to split into four separate Clans; MooseClan, TulipClan, CicadaClan and FinchClan.

Moonstar

53 moons

Tom

Confident and formidable fighter

He’s always trying his best for his Clan and would die for them. He’s also super confident so if he ever needs to defend his clanmates, he will gladly do so.

He was taught by Tornstar.

Born to Sunheart and Firefern who died when he was 23 moons old. He had two siblings.

After Willowlark’s death, Tornstar placed Moontuft in charge.

Moonstar led his Clanmates from the docks in Canada into Yukon territory.

Sneezeleaf

116 moons

She-cat

Shameless and formidable fighter

She was originally a loner back in the old territory but joined when she was 8 moons old and started training as a warrior.

Sneezeleaf is a clever kind of cat, and very wise.

She’s protective of her Clanmates and always makes sure they are all ok.

Sneezeleaf evacuated most of the cats from the fire when the deputy at the time - Willowlark - was killed.

Ghostice

55 moons

Tom

Childish, natural intuition and ghost intuition

Ghostice was a loner in Canada and met the Clan cats when they arrived. Ghostice is a very skilled Medicine Cat.

He often plays pranks on various cats and is a very silly guy.

He’s also quite positive.

Ghostice often sees glimmers of cats’ ghosts and in his dreams he often sees the ghosts of passed cats.

He received a vision when they arrived that the cats were destined to split into four, and had to tell everyone about it.

Pineskip

85 moons

She-cat

Compassionate, unnatural senses and valuable insight

Pineskip was a kittypet aboard the ship they caught, named Pine. She was a very peaceful cat, and loved the Clan dearly, so she left with them.

Pineskip is a very skilled mediator because she is so kind and has good insight, and even before joining the Clan she was known as a mediating cat.

She occasionally misses her Twoleg, but is glad she joined MooseClan. He never put a collar on her or gave her kibble, but let her sleep in his cabin at night.

Lynxtuft

78 moons

Tom

Righteous, good story-teller and great kitsitter

Lynxtuft was a friend of Goose’s and a sailor cat who caught rats and mice on the ship, originally named Lynx. Lynx wasn’t born on the ship though, and is a very wild-like cat.

Lynxtuft misses Goose when they leave but is still glad he joined MooseClan. He loves to entertain the kits with stories; both real and made-up.

Lynxtuft quickly learnt everything about the Clans and was very persistent on joining, even though he knew he would have to leave his beloved-ship.

Fireroar

57 moons

Tom

Nervous and lore master

Fireroar was a warrior when the forest fire occurred, but he wasn’t born into MooseClan. Although he was raised as one, Fireroar was found as a newborn kit by his mother’s dead body in their territory.

Fireroar has always been a bit of a nervous cat, especially since a fox got him when he was a newly made apprentice. It left a large scar on his back, near his tail.

He would prefer not to take charge in any situation, but enjoys helping.

Wolfpaw

9 moons

She-cat

Bloodthirsty, mossball hunter and oddly observant

Wolfpaw lived in a small town by the docks in Canada, and was found by Lynxtuft when they arrived. She happily joined them.

Wolfpaw is closest with Lynxtuft as they have quite a lot in common.

She’s a very fast learner and enjoys training a lot.

She can hear, see and smell anything before anyone else and is very loyal to her Clanmates.

Echokit

5 moons

Tom-kit

Attention-seeker and quick-witted

Echokit was the kit of Bluewhisper and Willowlark and stuck close to the remaining members of the Clan. He had one sibling; Cloudkit.

Bluewhisper died whilst kitting and Cloudkit was still-born, and Willowlark was killed during the forest fire.

Echokit stuck close to Moonstar after his family died and admires him a lot.

He loves attention, but only because he missed out on a lot of it as a kit - what with the Clan travelling.

Yewkit

4 moons

She-kit

Impulsive and mossball hunter

Yewkit was discovered by Moonstar when they were travelling to their territory and was abandoned.

Yewkit was abandoned only a quarter moon before Moonstar found her and has distinct memories of what her family looked like, but nothing else. She believes she got lost from them in a storm and that’s why she was alone.

Yewkit originally thought that if her family came back and found her, she’d leave with them, but now she considers MooseClan her new family.

Leafkit

1 moon

She-kit

Sweet and mossball hunter

Leafkit was the kit of Rippleheart and Cloverleaf, and a single kit.

Leafkit’s parents were both killed upon arrival is Canada by a loose dog in the town.

Since then she stuck close to Yewkit and has a very tiny kitten crush on her, just because Yewkit always plays moss-ball with her and takes care of her.

Leafkit is a very sweet kit and always offers to help where she can, but because she’s so young, she really can’t be that helpful. But, she tries.

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