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talonslockau · 4 months

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 58

< Chapter 57 || Index || Epilogue >

The days were beginning to grow colder as the leaves fell thickly to the forest floor. It wouldn’t be long until the first snows of leafbare blanketed the forest and the prey began hiding in their nests. The Clan was busy, sending out hunting patrols day and night to prepare for just such a time.

It was a rare moment that Fireheart got to rest, which made them all the more precious. It was on one such late leaffall morning that he was stretched out and relaxing by the warriors’ den, watching Clan life pass him by. Goldenflower and Frostfur’s kits were busy playing a rousing game of mossball; he watched as one, a golden-brown tabby tom, batted the roughly made sphere into his red and white patched sister, knocking her over with a shriek of laughter. The elders were watching nearby, commenting quietly to each other about the kits even as they pretended to ignore them.

“Fireheart.” The ginger tom startled as Tinyfrost’s voice reached him, and he looked over to see the little warrior approaching swiftly. “One of the hunting patrols scented a kittypet crossing our border. Quickflash wants us to go check it out.”

He flicked an ear uneasily. Was it a coincidence that the deputy was sending the two former kittypets so close to the Twolegplace? “Why me?” He asked cautiously as he sat up.

“Because you’re the only warrior left that’s not guarding camp.” His former mentor pointed out dryly with a flick of his black ear. He was right; most of the Clan was out on border patrol or hunting. Only Darkstripe and Quickflash remained. Even Bluestar was out right now, hunting with Peppermask and Sandstorm. “Come now, don’t tell me you’re scared of kittypets?” He teased, flicking the other warrior with his white-tipped tail.

“Of course not.” Privately, he worried in the back of his mind it might be someone he knew. But he’d visited his sister recently, and he knew she had no reason to enter the forest if she wasn’t worried for him. And if it was one of his former friends, well, most of them had likely forgotten him anyway; it had been two seasons, nearly three, since he’d entered the forest. “I just don’t really want to fight them…” He trailed off, hoping his mentor would understand his reluctance even as he stood and padded for the entrance tunnel.

“Unlikely.” Tinyfrost dismissed his concern with a wave of his tail. “Most of them get scared off at the mere thought of the wild forest cats. As long as we re-mark the borders, that should be enough.”

Fireheart nodded, following the senior warrior out of camp and up the ravine side. The breeze was cold as it blew by, carrying with it leaves and maple seeds. He fluffed his fur out as he shivered, trying to keep the chill at bay. “So where did they scent this kittypet?” He asked as they headed towards the Twolegplace.

Tinyfrost shrugged noncommittally. “They didn’t exactly say. Just somewhere near the Twolegplace, though probably farther away from the Treecut place. I can’t imagine they’d be hunting over there while the Monsters are active.”

He nodded in understanding. Only a half moon ago, the Twolegs had returned with their giant Monsters, tearing down tree after tree with large, serrated claws. He had seen that even the Riverclanners seemed less eager to visit Sunningrocks than usual on account of the noise. There was little prey to be found around that area. “So towards Snakerocks, then?” He questioned, though the mention of the rocks sent another shiver down his spine. The adders seemed less eager to be out than usual in the cold, but that hardly made the area safe.

“Indeed.” They traveled silently for a while, enjoying the beauty of the forest around them. There were some flowers that were late bloomers, their colors flashy and bright among the reds and oranges of the bushes. Most, however, were dropping their seeds, filling the forest with a nutty aroma that vaguely reminded Fireheart of when he had lived with his mother.

“So what really happened to Ravenspirit?”

It took a moment for him to process what Tinyfrost had said, but when he did, his blood ran cold. His former mentor had halted in the middle of a small clearing, his blue eyes focused intensely on the ginger tom. “W-what do you mean?” Fireheart stuttered, his heart racing. “Ravenspirit is dead. You know that.”

The little black tom chuffed as though he had said something funny. “You’ve always been a terrible liar, you know.” The older warrior circled him slowly, not taking his eyes off his former apprentice. “Come now. Tell me the truth.”

“Th-there’s nothing to tell.” He stumbled over his words as his mind raced for an explanation. Now it was clear that Tinyfrost had lied to him about Quickflash’s orders – looking for some reason to get him into the forest alone. “Ravenspirit was killed at the border. He- He’s been dead for nearly a season now.”

Tinyfrost stopped in front of him, his icy blue gaze narrowing before he sat down. “You have the largest heart of any cat I’ve ever known.” His voice was quiet, but somehow he still left the ginger tom hanging on his every word. “It makes you compassionate, even towards those outside of your Clan. It makes you a fierce protector that I wouldn’t dare cross.” He looked off into the forest, watching an oak leaf as it drifted gently to the ground. “But it also makes it terribly easy to read your emotions.” He looked back to the other warrior, his gaze still narrow and unreadable. “You’re scared now, because we both know you’re lying. So, tell me; what really happened to Ravenspirit that day?”

He took a step back, part of him longing to bolt back to camp. But he knew that was a terrible idea; his mentor was nothing if not persistent, and if he revealed everything to everyone in camp… “I- I can’t say.” He finally mewed with a shake of his head. He’d promised Ravenspirit that the Clan would think he was dead. If Tinyfrost revealed he wasn’t…

“It’s because of Tigerclaw, isn’t it?” He blinked back up at the small warrior in front of him.

“H-How- I mean, what makes you think Tigerclaw has anything to do with it?” He tried his best to sound baffled, but his former mentor was right; even he could hear the lie in his voice.

Tinyfrost sighed and looked away. “Did I ever tell you how I came to be a part of Thunderclan?” He asked the young warrior softly, his white tail tip flickering.

Fireheart hesitated. Was this a trick question? “You said you were a kittypet.” He finally replied, trying to steady himself. “You ran away from home when you were young, and Bluestar - Bluestar helped, somehow?”

The other tom hesitated before nodding slowly. “Yes. But that isn’t all of it, either.” He looked up to the blue sky above, peaceful white clouds drifting idly by. “I was the runt of my litter by far, nearly half the size of my brother. That was why they called me ‘Tiny’.” He wrinkled his nose distastefully. “My littermates would constantly push me around. I was too weak to fight back. They taunted me constantly, claimed that the Twolegs couldn’t wait to be rid of a failure like me. My mother did her best, but she couldn’t watch us all of the time.”

He paused for a moment, as though waiting for the other former kittypet to speak, but then rushed on. “We were told lurid tales of the forest by our mother, of course. How there were hawks big enough to snatch full grown cats, and that there were badgers, foxes, and coyotes that would happily snack on a stray kitten. She even told us of the wild cats that lived within, feasting on bones and live prey.” He shook his head. “We were forbidden to go there, of course.”

“Of course.” Fireheart echoed, slowly sitting down as well. His heart was still racing, but he knew better than to ask Tinyfrost to get to the point. Angering his former mentor would get him nowhere.

“I wanted to prove that I was braver and stronger than my siblings. So one day, when they were sleeping, I slipped through a gap in the fence and ran into the forest.” He shook his head wistfully. “It was fascinating. Dark and scary, of course, but fascinating. I climbed a tree stump that was three or four times taller than me, and saw a hawk fly by and catch a mouse while I watched. I was just about to leave and tell my siblings what I saw when I came across a Thunderclan patrol.”

The ginger tom remembered his own first time in the forest; how he had hunted a mouse, before Graystripe interrupted him. It had seemed mystical to him then; he could only imagine how it would have seemed as a young kit. “With Bluestar in it?” He guessed.

“Bluefur then.” He mewed with a dip of his head. “Bluefur, her apprentice Whitepaw, Adderfang, and his apprentice… Tigerpaw.”

He blinked at the last name. “Tigerpaw?” He shuddered. He couldn’t even imagine Tigerclaw as an apprentice. Had he been just as strong then as he was now?

“Yes. I was trespassing, of course, and Bluefur wanted to shoo me off. But Adderfang… he told Tigerpaw to teach me a lesson.”

Fireheart’s green eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean, teach you a lesson?” He echoed, though his heart sank. He already knew the answer.

“He savaged me.” The little warrior’s claws were dug into the ground, churning up the earth as he snarled out the words. “I will never forget the feeling of his claws and his fangs as he tore into me like I was a piece of prey. I think, if Bluefur had not intervened, he would have killed me.”

The thought chilled him to the bone. “But you were a kit! You said it yourself!” The fur bristled along his spine. “Attacking a kit is against the warrior code!”

“That’s what Bluefur said.” Tinyfrost sighed as he looked down at his mismatched paws. “I don’t know how old I was at the time. Maybe three or four moons, but because of my size I looked much younger; Spottedleaf thought I was only one and a half.” He shook his head. “Bluefur stopped Tigerpaw before he could kill me.”

His mind reeled at the revelation. The thought of attacking a kittypet - let alone a kit - so brutally was inconceivable to him. “What happened then?”

“She brought me back to camp, where Goosefeather and Spottedleaf - Spottedpaw, then - did their best to heal me.” He traced a long scar across his chest. “But I will always carry the brunt of Tigerpaw’s claws from that day.” His eyes were cold as he stared off into the distance, remembering a moment long past, before looking back to Fireheart. “Sweetfeather - a young queen back then - took me in, along with her newborn kits Goldenkit and Lionkit. They offered to take me back to my mother when I was fully healed, but by then I had had a taste of Clan life and refused. Since I had no choker, and they had no way of knowing where I came from… they agreed, and I was named Tinykit.”

Fireheart gave a small purr at that. “I’m glad they did. Thunderclan is better for having you.” But it was hard to be positive at the thought of what Tigerpaw had done to the little tom. “What about Tigerpaw? He broke the code, even if his mentor told him to.”

Tinyfrost dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Bluefur and Whitepaw told the whole Clan what Tigerpaw had done. Adderfang denied it, but Tigerpaw - he was proud of it.” He shook his head in disgust at the thought. “Pinestar - the leader at the time - reprimanded Adderfang for breaking the code and lying to the Clan, but Tigerpaw received no real consequences for following his mentor’s orders. Everyone believed that he had only done it because Adderfang told him to, and he didn’t understand the meaning of what he had done. Even Bluefur seemed to think so.” His blue eyes darkened as he spoke. “But I remember. I remember the joy in his eyes as he ripped me apart. His mentor may have given him the order, but Tigerpaw savored every moment of it.”

They sat in silence for a few moments as the breeze swirled around them. “Why tell me all of this?” Fireheart asked at last. “It’s awful what he did to you, but I don’t see what it has to do with anything.”

“So that you understand.” The black tom stood, releasing the hold of his claws on the ground below him. “The rest of the Clan may have moved on, but I never forgot that day. I knew then that Tigerclaw harbored only darkness in his heart. That one day, it would show itself again, and his next victim wouldn’t be as lucky as I was.”

He began pacing back and forth now, his eyes scanning the clearing as though looking for the fallen leaves to give him answers. “He never gave Ravenpaw more than a moment’s notice before you joined. Even afterwards, when he was injured, Tigerclaw couldn’t spare his son any attention. But then I saw him drag Ravenpaw away after the Gathering. Everyone thought it was just Tigerclaw being hard on his son, but that night I saw something I’d never seen before in his eyes.” He paused and took a deep breath before turning to face the ruddy warrior again. “It was fear.”

“Fear?” He flicked an ear in surprise. “I don’t understand.”

“His whole life, Tigerclaw has never met an enemy he couldn’t beat.” Tinyfrost began pacing again, his tail lashing angrily behind him. “What reason would he have to fear his son, barely bigger than me? Even if Ravenpaw spoke out against his father, the Clan would just think it was Tigerclaw being hard on his son so he would grow up to be a mighty warrior like him.” He halted suddenly a few tail-lengths away. “Unless… unless he knew something about his father that the rest of the Clan didn’t. Unless he saw his father do something that the Clan would reject him for.” He turned to face Fireheart, blue eyes blazing. “It wasn’t hard to figure it out from there.”

A tense silence hung in the air between them. “So you know.” A lump came to his throat as he spoke, but he couldn’t seem to swallow it down. “You know that Tigerclaw killed Redtail.”

The little tom dipped his head. “I suspected as much, but I had no proof.” He came to sit back down in front of his old apprentice. “So Ravenspirit told you that?”

Fireheart sighed. It seemed there was no point in hiding it any longer. “He did.” He admitted at last, glancing around to make sure they were alone. “That’s why Tigerclaw wanted the Clan to think Ravenspirit was a traitor, so they wouldn’t believe him if he told them the truth.” His tail lashed in anger as he remembered the last moments he had had with Ravenpaw in the forest. “He was going to kill him to get rid of the evidence.”

“So you took him somewhere safe.” Tinyfrost finished for him. “Somewhere Tigerclaw wouldn’t be able to hurt him.” He glanced out towards the Shadowclan border. “Not Shadowclan, though… We would’ve seen him during the battle. Somewhere further away than that.”

He nodded solemnly. “He’s safe now. I- I can’t tell you where, though. I promised Ravenspirit I would keep him safe, and the less cats that know, the better.”

“I understand.” The other tom flicked a black ear towards him. “As long as he lives, that’s all I need to know.” He flicked his tail towards the Twolegplace. “Come, then. We might as well mark the border while we’re here. Perhaps if we hurry, we can meet up with your friend Graystripe and the rest of the Shadowclan patrol.”

The young warrior hesitated. “Wait. There’s one more thing.” He glanced around, wondering if Redtail was listening. Surely he would be, given what they were discussing. “Before he left, Ravenspirit was being watched over. And now that he’s gone, his… guardian, if you will, has been helping us.” He looked around, trying to spot the ghostly calico among the leaves. “Redtail? You can show yourself now.”

“Redtail? But he died at the battle over Sunningrocks.” Tinyfrost looked around as well, though his eyes were narrow and suspicious.

“His spirit lives on.” Fireheart mewed confidently. “He said he won’t rest until he gets justice.” Still, as he looked around and even behind him, the former deputy was nowhere to be seen. “He usually pops up when we call him, though. Or even just talk about him. I don’t know where he-”

“DAD!”

The scream rang through the otherwise still forest. Immediately, the two warriors bolted, side by side as they raced past Snakerocks in the direction of the scream. Fireheart could feel his heart pounding fast in his chest as they ran. That had sounded like - but it couldn’t be-

They burst out of the tree line onto the side of the Thunderpath. There, he watched in horror as a brown tabby tom dragged the limp form of another cat off the Thunderpath and into the ditch beside it where two cats were bristling in horror. It was Dustleap, carrying the still body of Quickflash to where Graystripe and Longtail laid in wait.

Immediately, the dark gray tom buried his face in the pale tabby’s short fur. “Dad, no… come on, wake up. Wake up, please. You can’t- I’m not-” He broke down into sobs, nuzzling deeper into his father’s fur. Though Longtail was silent, his eyes were filled with tears as he stared down at the broken form of his brother. As Fireheart raised his head to meet Tinyfrost’s eyes, he knew they were both thinking only one thing.

Tigerclaw had struck again.

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adamperryart · 1 year

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scp035sdiscordkitten · 9 months

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I warned u guys that SCP warrior cats art was coming ANYWAYS SAY HI TO MY SWEET LITTLE KITTY CAT FALLENMASK!! He's the rendition of SCP-035 but,, yk, a warrior cat. He originally started out as a tribe member for a tribe that's still being named, but at 17 moons, he was exiled, later joining Shadowclan as a warrior. He's the mate of Foxtails (953, crack ship), father of Crowkit, and Redstars(076) soon-to-be Deputy. He also has a love-hate relationship with the Windclan medicine cat and ex-rogue, Ravenspirit (049). I'll explain all of his silly little lore when I'm in the mood to draw Ravenspirit, which who knows when that'll be. But anyways, SCP-035 is a warior car

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mogai-sunflowers · 10 months

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otherspirit!

otherspirit-

PT ID: bold title text reading ‘otherspirit’. End PT ID.

a term under the otherkin umbrella where one physically identifies as one species/thing (which can be human, but does not have to be), but spiritually/in their soul/heart, identify as a different one. one physically identifies with a certain species or thing, but they view their spirit/soul/heart as being something different. it can be described in this way- one envisions their body as species/thing A, but their spirit/soul/heart as species/thing B. Your soul is the manifestation of one thing, while your physical body is a manifestation of another.

alternatively, otherspirit can describe when one physically and spiritually identifies as the same thing, but they feel a much greater connection to the spiritual/soul/heart aspect of their identity or place greater emphasis on it.

as an example- i fully physically identify as human. i am comfortable with my human identity on a physical level, but i envision my spirit as that of a raven’s spirit. i am a ravenspirited human.

this term may also be called othersoul!

terminology/examples-

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otherspirit/otherspirited/othersoul/othersouled: “i am otherspirit/otherspirited/othersoul/othersouled”

spirittype/soultype: “my spirittype/soultype is (x)”

(x)spirited/(x)souled: “i am ravenspirited/i am ravensouled”

disclaimer:

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This term is NOT related to the term “spirit animal”. “Spirit animal” is a culturally appropriative term that misunderstands, makes light of, tokenizes, and often fetishizes the cultures of Indigenous people around the world, but especially Native Americans and First Nations people (you can read more about this here, here, and here ). This term is not at all about appropriating important concepts from Indigenous cultures, and is just in reference to personal identity. It is about personal identification of one’s spirit/soul/heart as something, not taking others’ cultures and using them for fun. As such, please do NOT use the term “spirit animal” to describe your identification with this term. Instead of saying “(x) is my spirit animal”, say “(x) is my spirittype”. If I see anybody using this term to disrespect Native people and cultures, I will not hesitate to correct you, and I ask that if anyone else sees that, that they correct them as well.

[Image ID: A flag with seven equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are purple, blue, bright cyan, white, pastel golden, red-pink, and purple. In the center of the flag, there is a black symbol. It is an outer black ring with a black square ring inside it and a black 8-pointed star inside that. End ID.]

[Image ID: A black symbol. It is an outer black ring with a black square ring inside it and a black 8-pointed star inside that. End ID.]

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doritopaw101 · 2 years

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T, Y, and F for the ask game :O

T - Any Fandom Tropes You Can't Stand?

Misunderstanding and lie plot lines. I just hate it so much. It kinda takes away the story for me.

There’s also the plot line where everyone is extremely stupid for the plot to work which just makes my brain turn off.

Y - A character you want to protect

Icefire and Ravenspirit, these go through plenty and deserve some peace. There’s also Dawncloud, Mosspelt, and Whitethroat.

F - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Haven’t posted the chapter yet but free spoilers

Decided to type this out

“This is all your fault” his sister hissed “some spy you are”

“I thought it would be an easy win” Whitethroat said desperately, pulling strand of fur from his tail “I didn’t think that-”

“That’s the….” his sister trailed off and her fur became flat

Whitethroat was tense before even he appeared, but hearing his scent alone made his fur spike. He raised his chin and untucked his paws.

‘Maybe he won’t be mad, it was an accident’ he tried to tell himself but he knew it wouldn’t help, he touched his muzzle with dread

Both he and his sister flinched when they saw him but he didn’t seemed upset, or any emotion for that matter.

“Who called this attack?” He asked simply “Toadpelt? Blackwing?”

Whitethroat’s felt his throat tighten as he tried to speak but his sister beat him to it “Whitethroat” her voice was swift “he was jealous”

“I did-”

“Shush” Dreamstar ordered, he held his paw on his muzzle in exasperation “I should exile you for this, you know that”

No response came out, words were caught in his throat. He did know, Fernshade drilled that much into him.

“I…I know your furious but…” the words seemed to stay in his throat, unable to do much under his chief’s gaze

Dreamstar laughed but it was as hollow as a log “I’m not furious with you, just so disappointed”

That cut deeper than Whitethroat will ever admit but he knew it was written on his face. He wanted to plead for his life but it won’t matter, he failed his guild, failed his guildmate, failed his chief who be promised to serve.

Even if he killed that tabby, it didn’t matter, not with Badgerpaw “I didn’t think Badgerpaw-” a pain struck his right as he was knocked off balance

“That’s the thing Whitethroat” Dreamstar’s was as calm as ever “You didn’t think, something a spy is supposed to do”

Whitethroat knew not to get up but the stinging in his eye was hard to ignore.

“How are you supposed to help your guild if you do shit like this? Out of jealousy no less?”

Whitethroat tried to curl into himself but he felt a nip in his paws and kept them outward.

He heard a yelp from Applescratch as she tumbled slightly “What was that for?” She snapped only for another yelp to be heard

“Ratting out your brother does you no favors” Dreamstar stated simply “You didn’t stop from from what Blackfoot tells me and eagerly joined in”

Dreamstar turned towards Whitethroat, who didn’t dare more. He saw a ginger paw moving towards his face and flinched “I..I’m sorry I failed you sir”

The blow never came but a simple and soft hold on his cheek “Oh Whitethroat, you didn’t fail me, I failed you”

Whitethroat stared in confusion as did Applescratch.

“I thought I raised you better than my own mother but it seems I failed and Fernshade too it seems” Dreamstar’s gaze turned cold “I’ll have words with her, she seems to have failed both you two and Badgerpaw”

“No!” He called out

“You and Fernshade were what we needed” Applescratch mewed quickly

Whitethroat nodded in agreement “Punish me, not her, I let my emotions get the better of me, kill me if you must”

Dreamstar pulled them in close, grooming “Don’t worry my dears, I’ll always look after you, just like you did for me, all you have to do is listen to me, alright?”

They both nodded frantically

Manipulative characters is manipulative. I love how I wrote Dreamstar’s abuse towards these two but mostly towards Whitethroat.

Dreamstar and Fernshade raised these two, Poppywillow helped as their big sister and as a caretaker but DreamFern filled the holes for Whitethroat and Applescratch and as you see Dreamstar takes full advance of that.

Maybe could be better but I like it.

#warrior cats #warriors #ask and i shall answer #non anon ask #trail of flames au #warriors au #warrior cats au #warrior cats rewrite #warriors rewrite #spottyissleppy #ask game #tw: abuse #tw: emotional manipulation #whitethroat #applefur #applescratch #dreamstar #brokenstar

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ilaroseart · 6 years

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beautifulsoulsart · 5 years

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Inktober Day 5! 🧡

For todays traditional prompt, I choose the prompt 'raven' and kinda wanted it to look a bit more like a spirit ✨

instagram.com/beautiful_souls_art

#beautifulsoulsart #inkdrawing #inktober2019 #pen and ink #inktober #winktober2019 #raven #ravenspirit #draweveryday #drawingprompts #traditionalart #createdonthate #create dont hate #createeveryday #creativesoul #creative

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theanoninyourinbox · 2 years

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Aaand done! @fernstarsblog requested trans!dustXtrans!gray, @ozzie-waddle wanted squirrelXshrew, and four anons asked for LeopardXStone, scourgeXGoldenflower, TadpoleXsquirrel, and fireXleopard!

In the first AU, the Girls are in love, and Ravenpaw sticks around and becomes Ravenspirit, and Darkstripe decides to Not Be Evil, seriously Tigerclaw that’s my sister! Ferncloud offers to be a surrogate for them.

In the second AU, after Tigerstar starts Tigerclan, Leopardstar urges her clan in secret to hold out, she has a plan. When Stonefur, who she’s been dating in secret, goes to fight Blackclaw, the pair refuse to fight, and Leopardstar tears out Tigerstar’s throat, the three holding him down until his lives run out. No one knows why Beavertail keeps trying to eat oversized frogs, but he’s been in the medicine den multiple times with a sore jaw.

In the third AU, it’s Shrewpaw who has the destiny-dreams, and Brambleclaw who gets bodied by the car. The pair name a kit in his honor.

In the fourth AU, a bitter Goldenflower (who is Large) tracks Tigerstar to Bloodclan territory, and ambushes him as he meets with Scourge, a kinder leader of a struggling group. Scourge falls for her on the spot, and she offers advice, refusing to go back. Bloodclan moves after both of them dream, and when Firestar and Sandstorm go looking for Skyclan, they find them joined up with Bloodclan, with Batstar presiding.

In the fifth AU, Tadpole survives the basement flood, but his fear of water rules out Riverclan, so Sasha reluctantly goes to Thunderclan. Firestar is very understanding, and Tadpolepaw and Squirrelpaw grow up together. No one knows why Lightkit is solid, but he gains an orange tail and hindquarters as he grows up.

In the sixth AU, Rusty and Tiny are in the same litter, and they join Riverclan together, with Tiny becoming Frostjaw.

Y’all get two dead Tigerstars, as a treat.

#Hypokits #warrior cats #my art #warrior cats au #warrior cats designs #warrior cats design #Graystripe #dustpelt #Leopardstar #stonefur #Squirrelflight #shrewpaw #goldenflower #scourge #tadpole #fireheart

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sapphic-murder-cats · 4 years

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Hit 69 followers and to celebrate here’s a request for my 69th follower @yourlocalkiibokinnie of their oc Ravenspirit!

#warriors #warrior cats #warrior cats art #warrior cats fanart #warriorcats #warrior cats designs #warrior cats oc #warrior cats ocs #request #gift art

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talonslockau · 4 months

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 54

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The rain was starting to fall as Ravenspirit led them into an overgrown field that clearly hadn’t been touched by Twolegs in moons, if not seasons. In one messy corner, surrounded by brambles and nettles, a half-destroyed wooden Twoleg nest was precariously leaning. Several pieces had fallen out, or broken in half, and the roof had partially collapsed. It looked just as the former Thunderclanner had promised.

“Are you sure it’s safe in the storm?” Tallstar asked doubtfully as he stared up at it.

“It’s weathered several harsh storms since I’ve been here without changing.” The black loner replied as he waved them over to the entrance, wide and gaping now that the large door had fallen to the ground. “Besides, the mice love it. Every time I’m in here, I kill one and two more appear!”

Fireheart purred warmly at the thought. It must be nice to have such a feast at your clawtips, though he knew that it was only because of the Twolegs that any of this was here at all. “Sounds like we have some work to do, then!” He replied as he strode confidently into the nest, hoping that it would show the Windclanners they had nothing to fear.

The inside fared little better than the outside. The ground was covered in loose piles of dried grass, though some new growth was beginning to poke its way up through the debris. Moss and mushrooms grew on the walls inside, and a few holes in the roof allowed a steady trickle of water inside. Still, he could tell Ravenspirit was right; all around him he could hear the scurrying of little feet, and from the look on the Windclanner’s faces, they were hearing the same.

Tallstar was doing his best not to salivate as he looked around. “This will be alright for the time being.” He admitted slowly. “The queens and elders will stay here for now. Deadfoot-?”

“Right away, Tallstar.” The deputy mewed, turning and beginning to assign sections of the barn to patrols. The cats bounded away eagerly, any trepidation at being in a Twoleg nest gone at the thought of finally sating their hunger.

Ravenspirit purred at the sight. “Maybe now we’ll be able to get this part of the farm under control!” He exclaimed before turning to the remaining cats. “I’m going to go fetch Barley. He’ll be pleased to hear the news that Windclan is returning home!” With that, the loner departed, leaving the Thunderclanners alone with Tallstar.

“A good fellow.” The Windclan leader commented. “I can see now why you vouched for him.”

“He’s a good cat. He understands our way of life, and respects it - and Starclan.” Fireheart mewed quickly. “I’m sure if he had the chance, he would have fought like a warrior alongside us to drive Brokentail out.”

“As would we.” Tallstar replied as he watched his warriors hunting in the fallen grass. “It will be nice to have Raven on our borders. A friendly face in these troubled times, as it were.”

The ginger tom nodded quietly. “Indeed.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Tallstar shook his pelt out. “So! Tell me, what else has transpired while Windclan has been gone? Do Bluestar and Crookedstar still lead?”

All three of them nodded. “Our dad, Quickflash, is Bluestar’s deputy now, and Leopardflame is now Crookedstar’s deputy.” Graystripe added as he sat down with a thump. “And… Yellowfang is our healer now, with her apprentice Dewpaw, our sister.” He looked down at his feet as he spoke of them. “Spottedleaf… Brokentail’s rogues killed her.”

“A healer?” Tallstar flattened his ears. “Despicable.” After a moment, he shook his head, trying to brighten up. “I do remember Quickflash being named deputy. I had wondered what his youth might mean for Thunderclan. I think now that if he is half the warrior his children are, it will mean a bright era for your Clan.”

All three of the Thunderclanners purred at that. “I’m sure he will be pleased to hear that, coming from you.” Peppermask mewed warmly as she nudged her brother. “We like to think he’s been doing well.”

“And what about you?” The Windclan leader asked, turning to Fireheart. “I have to say, your coat is… quite unusual, among the Clans. Who are your parents?”

The young warrior winced a bit at that. He could only imagine what Tallstar might think of him if he realized the tom had once been a kittypet. “I come from outside the Clans.” He admitted at last. “But I’ve been part of Thunderclan since I was six moons old.”

“And they are lucky to have you.” He was surprised at the warmth which Tallstar regarded him with. “Some of the finest cats I know weren’t Clanborn. There are those amongst the Clans that think being born in the forest is what makes a warrior, but I know better. Why, if it wasn’t for-”

He was interrupted by a loud cry behind them, and they turned to see Ravenspirit and Barley approaching, the rain running off their pelts as they came inside. “Tallstar.” Barley dipped his head respectfully to the other tom. “It’s good to see you again. I’m glad to hear you’re returning to the moors; it’s where Windclan belongs.”

“I agree.” The leader replied, dipping his head in greeting as well. “I must thank you and Raven here for your hospitality. Thanks to you, my Clan will be warm and fed tonight.”

The black and white loner twitched his ear at his companion’s name. “Of course, Tallstar. Anytime we can help the Clans, we will.” His lip curled into a smirk. “Though I have to say, you’re really doing us the favor. The mice here run rampant all over the farm, but we never have enough time or paws to catch them all!”

“So Raven said.” The Windclanner replied, his whiskers twitching in mild amusement. They looked on at the freshkill pile the warriors were assembling before them as they caught mouse after mouse underneath the grass. “Still, we’ll be out of your fur when the morning comes. We have our own camp to return to.”

“Of course.” Barley dipped his head smoothly in acknowledgement. “Would you mind if I lend your warriors a paw? I haven’t caught my own dinner yet tonight.”

“Of course not! It’s your farm, after all.” Tallstar responded as he got up and stretched out. “In fact… I believe it would do me some good to hunt as well. My paws have spent enough time idle.”

Fireheart copied him before springing forward. “I think I’ll join you.” He replied smoothly, flicking his tail for the two Thunderclan siblings and Raven to join him. They did so readily, and soon all six of them were hunting mice with the rest of Windclan.

By the time they were done, there was enough for all of Windclan to have two mice, even the kits. The Twoleg nest had been emptied of the little rodents, thanks to the keen hunting of the warriors, apprentices and loners, and so the Clan had filtered throughout the barn to find warm places to eat and sleep. The wind blew showers of rain through the entrance, and the holes in the walls allowed chilly drafts to seep through, but the place was big enough that the Windclanners were able to find places to sleep all the same.

Greystripe sat back on his haunches with a groan, having eaten two whole mice himself and stolen some of his sister’s. “I’m stuffed!” He moaned to the others.

“Good! It means you did your job.” Barley purred as he stood up. “Well, I’d best be off. Plenty more mice to catch.”

Tallstar nodded respectfully to the tom. “May Starclan light your path.”

“And yours.” The loner responded over his shoulder as he padded out into the rain, seemingly unbothered by it. There was a moment’s silence as they listened to the steady patter of the rain on the roof, watching it fall through the entrance.

“We can take the first watch, Tallstar.” Fireheart mewed as he stood and stretched, his own belly contentedly full. “Your warriors deserve the time to rest.”

The black and white tom regarded him with unblinking yellow eyes for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. “Thank you, Fireheart. I will tell Deadfoot that.” He sat up and began cleaning his white paws, which looked painfully swollen from all the travel. Fireheart supposed his own didn’t look much better.

He flicked his tail for his friends to follow him towards the entrance, where few dared to go due to the rain. Here, the storm would obscure their words from the rest of Windclan, and they would be able to see the whole Clan clearly. They could talk without being disturbed.

Peppermask and Ravenspirit sat next to him as Graystripe tottered over, clearly unused to walking with such a full belly. “We’ll be undisturbed here.” The ginger tom mewed to them as he bushed his fur up against the cold. “We should be able to talk freely.”

“At last.” Ravenspirit murmured, sighing in relief. “There’s so much I couldn’t ask with Tallstar and Windclan listening in.”

“Agreed.” Fireheart replied, dipping his head. “It was so hard not saying your real name, too!”

“So what happened after I left?” Ravenspirit asked with a tilt of his head. “Obviously you got the kits back, and drove out Brokentail… and Spottedleaf is dead, of course.” He closed his eyes slowly in grief. “But what of Goldenflower? And all of you, for that matter? You said Bluestar gave you your names?”

“She lived!” Peppermask purred in delight. “Dewpaw worked hard to save her. She’s still recovering, and her kits had to wean a bit early, but they’re all together and safe and sound.”

“A lot happened after you left.” Fireheart admitted as he leaned back on his haunches. “We went and found the Shadowclan elders, Yellowfang included. Then we waited until Bluestar sent out the battle patrol for the kits - Peppermask was there, as well.”

“That’s right. Lionheart, Whitestorm, Sandstorm, Tinyfrost and I.” Peppermask added in quickly. “We invaded Shadowclan camp, and Fireheart himself was the one to drive off Brokentail!”

Ravenspirit gasped in shock. “That’s incredible, Fireheart! Brokentail was one of the strongest cats in the Clans. Stronger than my father, even.” He sighed as he mentioned the dark tabby, glancing out into the rain.

“I didn’t really do much.” The ginger tom admitted. “It was a group effort. We’ll have to tell you the whole story someday.”

“Then we returned to Thunderclan with the kits and Yellowfang.” Graystripe added, excitement overwhelming his bellyache. “And Bluestar gave us our warrior names!”

“She gave all of us our warrior names.” Fireheart added, looking to the black loner beside them earnestly. “Fireheart, Graystripe, and Ravenspirit.”

There was a heavy silence in the air. “So they really do think I’m dead, then.” Ravenspirit mewed as he gazed out at the storm.

Fireheart perked his ears in confusion. “How’d you know that? We hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

“It’s his name.” Peppermask mewed quickly, glancing at the former Thunderclanner as she did so. “The name -spirit is reserved for those who died too soon. Apprentices, usually, but I’ve heard of leaders sometimes giving it to kits as well. It’s in honor of the first apprentice to die, Brightspirit, and how she was taken from us too soon.” The gray tabby bowed her head mournfully at the mention of the lost Starclanner.

“The Clan elders are responsible for keeping the tales of each who died before their time, so that they will never be forgotten.” Ravenspirit added solemnly as he watched the rain fall. “Do I have one, then?” He asked as he finally looked back at them.

“You do.” Graystripe answered readily. Fireheart blinked in surprise; he hadn’t talked to the elders that much since the battle, and so he hadn’t known. “Your tale is one of bravery and sacrifice, saving us from Brokentail’s cruel claws.”

Ravenspirit nodded halfheartedly. “That… That’s good, I guess.” He mewed at last.

“You seem troubled.” Peppermask said softly as she gazed at the loner with wide, earnest eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed and looked back at the storm outside. “I don’t deserve it.” He finally admitted. “I ran away when the Clan needed me most. I was a coward.”

“Nonsense!” Fireheart interjected, nudging his friend with his shoulder. “Bluestar herself said you would have gotten your name if Brokentail hadn’t attacked. Even if you hadn’t run away, you would still be a warrior.”

“But I did. Would she still think the same of me if she knew I was alive?” The black tom pointed out as he turned to look at his friend. “What if she knew I was a loner now? That I turned away from the Clans and the code?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Peppermask refuted him gently, though her tail tip was lashing. “You would have died if you stayed, Ravenspirit. At least with you safe here, we have a chance to figure out a plan to fight back against Tigerclaw.”

“If I may.” All four of them jumped at the sound of another voice. They had been so deep in conversation, they hadn’t noticed Tallstar’s approach.

“How much did you hear?” Fireheart asked him warily. If Tallstar knew- if he told the other Clans-

“Enough.” He replied simply, sitting down and wrapping his tail over his white paws. “Your secret is safe with me. I know better than to interfere with another Clan.” He glanced quickly at the other Thunderclanners, though if it was a jab at them he didn’t voice it any further. “But it would be wrong of me to sit idly by and listen to you wrestle with the same guilt I once did.”

The former group of apprentices glanced at each other uneasily. “What do you mean?” The ginger Thunderclanner finally asked cautiously.

Tallstar nodded towards his Clan, most of whom were beginning to fall into a peaceful sleep. “It was not easy for me to choose to leave the moors behind. Indeed, the warrior code says that we must fight to defend our Clan - with our life, if need be.” His eyes were troubled as he gazed over the slumbering warriors. “There are those who would call me a coward for choosing to flee rather than stay and fight.”

Tense silence filled the air. “But Brokentail and his rogues were strong. Even if I chose to stay and fight - even if we won - we would have lost many more lives that day. We certainly wouldn’t have been able to repel a second attack.” He closed his eyes mournfully, grieving the loss of his warriors. “If it makes me a coward, then so be it. But a wise warrior knows that they cannot win every battle. Sometimes, it is better to know when to cut your losses, so that you may strike faster and harder the second time.”

Fireheart glanced at Ravenspirit, whose brows were furrowed in thought. “I feel bad, though. For tricking Bluestar into believing I’m dead.”

The Windclan tom’s whiskers twitched in amusement at that. “Bluestar is one of the wisest cats I have had the privilege of meeting. She has seen much in her seasons as Thunderclan’s leader.” He glanced around at the other four cats as they squinted at him in confusion. “She has also seen many young, daring cats like yourselves in that time. She was once one herself. I suspect you may not have fooled her as well as you all think.”

Graystripe bristled at that. “You mean she knows that it was an act?”

He shrugged his black and white shoulders. “Perhaps. More likely, she realizes there is more to the story than what you told her. But she also trusts in her warriors to do what is right; a trust, I have noticed, that is rarely ill-founded.” He dipped his head to Ravenspirit. “Even so, she still chose to honor you and your life. She believes you earned your name, despite what else she may not know. Take heart in that.”

There was a long pause as the four of them considered that. “I think I understand. Thank you, Tallstar.”

He nodded, then stood and stretched. “In any case, I merely came over to tell you all that Deadfoot has arranged for your replacements at moonhigh. Pigeonflight and Wrenfeather will take the second watch.” He indicated each to them; a tabby with thick black stripes and a small brown molly that were curled up together, sleeping soundly.

“Wait!” Fireheart mewed quickly as the Windclan leader turned to leave. “Before you go, I- I had a question for you.” He looked to the others, who were staring at him curiously. “When you first saw me in the tunnel, you called me Jake. Why?”

The tom’s shoulders slumped as he slowly sat back down. “It is a long tale. One which happened many seasons ago, before I became leader.” He gazed wistfully out of the Twoleg nest, into the slowly weakening storm. “I was lost, blinded by my own pride and anger. Jake was a mere kittypet, but he was perhaps the greatest cat I have ever met. He taught me a great deal about the world outside of the Clans, and helped me find my way. I would not be leader of Windclan today without his help.”

Fireheart perked his ears in surprise. With how the other Clans had thus far treated kittypets, he hadn’t expected a leader to be so close to one. “What happened to him?”

Tallstar shrugged. “We parted ways; I became Windclan deputy, and he went back to his Twolegs. I have long wondered what happened to him, but he has never visited since.” He shook his head with a sigh. “His pelt was like a burning blaze across the moors, shining just as brightly in the sunlight. And his eyes - as green as the forest in late newleaf, like yours. You look… remarkably like him, but without the choker.”

“Maybe you two are related?” Graystripe suggested with a nudge to the tom beside him.

The ginger warrior shrugged. “Truthfully, I was also once a kittypet. But the thing about kittypets is that they don’t know their family beyond their littermates and mother.”

The Windclan leader nodded in understanding. He didn’t seem at all surprised by Fireheart’s admission. “Jake told me as such. It doesn’t matter, anyways. I can see you are your own cat, whether you are related to him or not.” Still, he could see the longing in the tom’s golden eyes, of a different time and different cat. “Your spirit burns brightly. Thunderclan is lucky to have a cat like you serving them.”

Fireheart dipped his head at the praise. “Thank you, Tallstar. I- I appreciate that.”

The Windclan leader stood and looked at the rest of them. “If that is all, I will take my leave now. I must be ready to lead the Clan home in the morning.” He glanced over to Ravenspirit as they all shook their heads. “And I will let the Clan know not to mention the loners that helped them to anyone else at the Gathering. To keep our pride, and all.”

Ravenspirit blinked and then nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Tallstar. It means more than you know.”

The tom flicked his tail farewell and trotted over to where Crowslip, the elder, was curled up in the dried grass, watching a leak from the roof splashing down. He lifted his head curiously as his leader arrived, and the two began chatting as Fireheart turned to the others.

“That takes care of one worry, at least.” Peppermask murmured to the rest. “We still haven’t figured out how to take care of Tigerclaw, but we have a new ally now. Yellowfang.”

The black loner perked his ears curiously. “Yes, you mentioned she had joined Thunderclan as the new healer. Which means Wetnose is Shadowclan’s only healer now?”

Fireheart chuffed at the mention of the Shadowclan tom. “Yes, he is. Though not a very good one, from what little I’ve heard.”

Ravenspirit twitched his whiskers mirthfully at that. “So I’ve been told. He can’t even cure his own cold!”

The group purred appreciatively at that. It was nice, to be able to lighten up after the long and weary journey that they had undertaken. Still, he was exhausted on his paws after all the traveling that they had done, and Ravenspirit seemed to notice as he swayed slightly on his feet. “Why don’t you guys get some sleep? I can take the watch on my own.”

Fireheart hesitated, glancing at the others. “Are you sure? I mean, we promised Tallstar we’d take watch.”

“It’s fine. I think he trusts me now, and you guys know I can keep watch fine.” Fireheart nodded at that; Ravenspirit had always had keen eyesight and hearing as an apprentice. “Get some rest. You can sleep here, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“It would.” The ruddy tom admitted. It felt strange to be intermingling with Windclan, anyhow. “Thank you, Ravenspirit.” He murmured as he found a soft spot of dried grass to curl up in, Graystripe and Peppermask laying down next to him. He closed his eyes as the black tom nodded and turned to stand watch, the light splashing of the rain and the warmth of the others quickly lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

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