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residences-of-the-darkforest · 3 months

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Dark Forest Resident: Blackclover

TW: This story will contain strong mention of drug addiction.

Aliases / Nicknames: Herb-stealer

Gender: tom

Sexuality: homosexual

Family: Icelily (mother), Pondheart (father), Whistlespring, Firstripe (sisters), Flintarch (mate, formerly)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Sandburn (apprentice)

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: optimistic (formerly), likes random fun facts, pessimistic, in constant pain

Motive to Harm: to stop his pain

Number of Victims: 2+

Number of Murders: 0

Murder Method: N/A

Method of Harm: clawing in blind rage, destroying herbs

Known Victims: Flintarch, unnamed medicine cat, unnamed Clanmates, unnamed WindClan cats

Victim Profile: his mate, the medicine cat, ShadowClanners, WindClanners

Cause of Death: poppy seed overdose

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

His life was good.

His mother loved him, and though his father rarely visited, that didn't affect Blackkit much. He spent enough time preoccupied with nuzzling with Icelily or playing with his sisters or visiting the elders to really notice.

But as an apprentice, he began to see little things. Like how Flintpaw's father cheered just as loud as his mother at his ceremony, and how he always asked his son how his day was. Was that how it was supposed to be like? Or was Flintpaw's family strange?

Blackpaw decided to try it out. After one training session, he approached his father and asked if they could share a sparrow. Pondheart was open to it, but any form of conversation was utterly dull. Anything Blackpaw said, he would only get 'mmms' and 'uh-huhs' in response.

When they were done eating, Blackpaw padded away dejectedly--and walked into Flintpaw, who sympathised, having seen what happened. Blackpaw was on-edge at first, after all Flintpaw had just beaten him quite humiliatingly in training, but it turned out that the older apprentice was really nice!

He asked about the things Blackpaw had mentioned to his father, allowing Blackpaw to talk about them with someone. He wasn't Pondheart, but maybe he was better--after all, he actually listened and talked back. So more and more, Blackpaw would go to him. And Flintpaw would go to him in turn if he had something he wanted to talk about.

They spent more time together. First to talk, then to also play, then to talk and play and patrol together, then it was whatever they wanted to do.

By the time they were young warriors, it was clear that they were the most important cat in each other's lives. Becoming mates felt like the next natural step....though Blackclover was near sweating his fur off at the prospect of Flintarch saying no. He proposed while the two were alone on a dusk patrol, and they slept in a shared nest the following night.

For moons, everything was perfect. Pondheart may be indifferent, but Blackclover cared less and less. He had a wonderful mother, he had the best annoying sisters, and he had the love of his life who he woke to curled around him every morning.

His mentor, too, had been a wonderful guide, and his apprentice had been energetic enough to make him feel as young as a kit.

Then it rained, over and over again until the streams became fast-flowing rivers that swept anything that entered it away.

Sandpaw had been too confident. She thought she could catch a frog that sat on a rock by the shore, but she ended up slipping into the water. Instantly, it began to drag her below to surface and away.

Blackclover ran after her without thinking, not caring about his own safety. He told--practically ordered--Flintarch, who had been with them, to get help while he went after Sandpaw.

He ran and ran until his paw pads bleed and burned, and ran more, then leaped along the stones dotted along the rushing water until at last he could reach Sandpaw's scruff and help swing her to the shore--but she was heavy, the rock was slippery, and the effort of the swing caused him to fall and slam his chest into the ragged edge of the stone.

He was lucky enough to be rescued by the patrol his mate had fetched. But that's as far as his luck would go.

The pain was unbearable.

The medicine cat suspected that he broke three ribs at most, but other than that, she couldn't tell what was happening inside of him. She could only offer him medicine.

Horsetail was applied all around his chest as a precaution to rid of infection and clean the wounds.

There was bindweed and comfrey root, which was wrapped around his chest and the spine behind it so that his bones could heal undisturbed.

He was given coltsfoot once a day to ease his breathing.

But his best friend became the poppy seeds.

The poppy seeds soothed his pain. Even better, they eased his distress.

When he didn't have them, the pain felt as though it was digging in more and more, spreading throughout his body.

His apprentice, who had to be trained under another warrior while he healed, couldn't cheer him up, not even when she received her full name.

His loving mate couldn't distract him against the intense ache, even when they lay wrapped together.

Only the poppy seeds could keep the agony at bay. But the more he ate, the less affective it was. He needed them in higher and higher doses, doses so high that the medicine cat refused to give him what he needed, stating that it was dangerous.

Frustrated and in pain, Blackclover swung his claws in a fit of fury, scratching the healer's muzzle and earning him the ire of his Clanmates.

They didn't understand.

Neither did Flintarch or Sandburn, who tried to help him heal in other ways--stretching his front legs, massaging his chest, breathing deeply. But none of what they tried helped at all.

With each passing day, the pain only dug deeper and sharper, and his only comfort were the poppy seeds that he wasn't even able to take that much of. And now, they didn't relieve him like they did before. It took care of the pain, but only slightly, and their effect fell quickly.

He became desperate. When convincing the medicine cat to give him more failed, he broke into the herb stores himself while she was away. But as he searched, the pain got worse, and he became frustrated again. Near crazed, he threw any herb he came across that weren't the poppy seeds.

The ruckus caught the attention of Flintarch, who attempted to pull him away.

He was angry.

He was so desperate.

In a fit, he swung blindly, and struck his mate.

They had stared at each other in shock. Flintarch's ear was split, dripping blood down the side of his face. He told Blackclover that he had a choice: him or the herbs.

Why couldn't anyone understand?

The medicine cat said that his ribs had healed, there was no reason to continue taking medication.

But the pain was still there. And when the poppy seeds were stored in a hidden area, he only suffered more. He was unable to sleep, he trembled from the anxiety that crashed through his entire body and had sweat through his fur until his nest soaked, the nest that most of the time he was too depressed to rise just to clean it.

Flintarch tried to support him. Blackclover knew it, but he was suffering too much for it to matter.

Then he was put on a battle patrol that was to attack the WindClan camp. The other Clan's medicine den caught his eye...

His leader was furious. The whole Clan was furious. He went too far, destroying their herbs.

They all thought that he wanted to weaken them, but Flintarch saw through that. He told Blackclover that he knew now was Blackclover's choice was, and that they were through.

Their rage, the break-up, it only made his anxiety worse. He was rocked by emotional turmoil at the same time pain stabbed through his chest with every passing second.

He knew what his body was telling him.

He needed the poppy seeds.

At the Half-moon meeting, when the den was unguarded, he snuck in. It took a long time, but at last he found the hidden treasure. He lapped them up, already feeling the relief, and lapped them up more and more. He became a bit confused, and then disoriented, but he shoved the feelings away and kept lapping.

He swallowed down so much, and some of it came back up again, coughed onto the floor in red vomit. Blackclover stared at it, dizzy, then turned his head when he heard his name called.

Silhouetted in the entrance with just enough light to see his features, Flintarch shook his head sadly, ear split and half of his face drenched with blood. He whispered to Blackclover that he made his choice.

Then everything went dark.

Additional Information:

--Another song resident! This one was from @liberhoe who suggested the number 148. The song is Wasted by 8 Graves (lyrics here).

Other songs I have that could connect to the story are When We Die by Yungblud (lyrics in video) and The Mystic by Adam Jensen (lyrics here).

--This took a while to write because 1) I was REALLY tired, 2) I had to write exams and 3) I wanted to have enough energy to really focus on the story and get it right.

--Flintarch in the very end here was just a hallucination. If it had really been him, he would have instantly tried to help.

--Blackclover DID break three ribs, but he had also damaged nerves around the same area that the medicine cat was not able to find, so not only was he in double pain, but when his ribs healed, everyone thought that the pain was in his head or just an excuse to get more medication, which was of course absolutely frustrating.

--Poppy seeds were chosen because they help with pain, help to calm, and can be deadly in high doses (which was why he was cut off).

--The poppy seeds lost their effect because his body became used to it.

--To put it short: Black got injured saving his apprentice. His pain was severe, and the only thing that could soothe him were poppy seeds. Literally nothing else helped his pain, 99-100% due to the actual source of his pain not being treated at all. But he could only have so much before it was dangerous, so the med cat cut him off. But that gave him withdrawal symptoms and that mixed with his physical pains made him feel even worse, to the point that he only cared about finding and taking poppy seeds. As well, others thought that he was faking or being dramatic because his bones healed but his nerves didn't (and they didn't know about the nerve issue). The physical pains, the withdrawal, and the lack of support all made it worse.

--Flintarch tried to help for a long time.

--In the Dark Forest, Blackclover felt incredibly guilty for how he had treated Flintarch, and refused for anyone else to get close to him, because he didn't want to hurt them. But there is a tom that will eventually find his way into his heart.

--For the record, I DO NOT believe that Black should be in the Dark Forest. He was condemned by StarClan, and we all know their way (and to clear up, he was condemned for stealing or destroying herbs which could have had terrible consequences for the sick or injured, attackingtwo of his Clanmates, and going against the orders of both his leader and healer).

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chaoticcheeselady12 · 4 months

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Helloooooo 🤓

Another rando cat 💅🤭

Butttttt this one’s a clan cat and a shecat :>

Her name is either Pikesneeze or Thistlewhisker. (Prob Thistle 🤷‍♀️ )

She’s a Shadowclan queen who’s expecting kits. Her mate is her friend, and leader, Brackenstar 😄

(This is all just random shit btw ❤️)

But that’s all for today, have a good one! 😘

#art #my art #warrior cats #cat #warrior cats art #erin hunter warriors #oc #shadowclan #shadowclan oc #queen #shecat #clan cat #did u see she has a little mullet ♥️

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 4 months

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All ShadowClan leaders according to canon and this blog

[....] -> Indicates unspecified gap

Some leaders are stand-alone, such as the ones seen in books with short stories. Many come from Code of The Clans, and will be placed in order of the code introduced (because obviously)

Also links will be provided for canon characters to their wikis!

This currently only includes some OCs, the main arcs, and cats from Code of The Clans. If you know a ShadowClan leader that I missed (canon or otherwise) feel free to let me know!

FOREST TERRITORY, FIVE CLANS:

Shadowstar (formerly Tall Shadow)

Ravenstar (formerly Raven Pelt)

[....]

Hollystar

Brindlestar

Lakestorm (Brindle's deputy and likely succeeding leader)

[....]

Lilystar

[....]

Blizzardstar

[....]

Cuckoostar

Stormfleck/star

Aldereyes/star

Rainbur/star

Snowpad/star

Flowerstem/star

[....]

Ripplestar

Marshscar/star (safe to assume he becomes leader, as he was deputy when Ripple died)

[....]

Yellowstar

[....]

Silvermask (deputy and likely future leader)

[....]

Dawnstar

FOREST TERRITORY, FOUR CLANS:

(Ds)

Snaketail (Dawn's deputy and likely successor)

[....]

Cedarpelt/star

Raggedpelt/star

Brokentail/star

Nightpelt/star (unofficially)

Tigerclaw/star

Blackfoot/star

LAKE TERRITORY:

(Bf/s)

Rowanclaw/star

Tigerheart/star

[....]

Blacknettle/star

[....]

Tanglewhisker/star

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Holly and Brindle are both alive alongside the same leaders, so it's safe to assume they lived together. Hollystar agreed to the proposition of the first code: loyalty to the Clan above all other things.

Brindlestar was one of those that agreed on the second law of the warrior code: that borders were not to be crossed.

Lilystar introduced the fourth law of the warrior code: prey is killed only to be eaten, and cats must send thanks to StarClan.

Blizzardstar was alive when the fifth law was made: kits must be at least six moons before beginning their training. He, along with the leader of WindClan, Hazelstar, agreed to the code due to the fierce argument for it from the queens on both sides.

After the death of Snowstar and her deputy, Brightwhisker, Redscar (the medicine cat) faked a sign that Flowerstar should be chosen as the next deputy. He proposed the ninth law of the warrior code: the deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.

Ripplestar attacked the other Clans at a gathering, prompting the creation of the tenth code: the gathering is a time of peace.

Yellowstar agreed to code thirteen: the word of the Clan leader is the warrior code. (Though her eyes look troubled when the law is introduced).

Silvermask was alive when the fourteenth law was introduced: that warriors do not need to kill to win their battles.

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silvirtiger-art · 11 months

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Frigidpaw, he/him, ShadowClan apprentice. !!!! This piece is DIGITAL !!!! (and one of my favorites.) the young yet large apprentice gazes out upon the pond where he’d last seen the albino frog, before it leapt into a reflection of his former self which was, and still remains, unnoticed... as now, the reflection is gone, and so too are the water’s secrets. the frog would never be seen again, eaten by some other predator - for he’d hesitated in his hunt in order to admire its beauty and uniqueness.

#warrior cats #oc art #Frigid #shadowclan oc #StarClan's Refuge

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saladfrk · 11 months

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This one was super fun to do! An art trade with jvlezzz on discord!

#warrior cats #warrior cat #cat #cat ocs #shadowclan #shadowclan oc #warrior cat oc #warriorcat #warriorcats #warrior cats fanart

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nanistar · 1 year

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a few years ago i was wishing that there were more flat-faced cats in the Clans because they really need some physical diversity, and ended up creating flickerfur.

she's a loyal shadowclan cat and becomes brokenstar's mate (she loves him, he doesn't care for her and is more or less just using her for appearances.) just before he starts using child soldiers, she tells him that she is pregnant and he makes a comment like "they will be excellent pawns" or some freak shit like that, and she realizes like. whoa. this guy's fucked up. so she leaves to twolegplace and lives on the streets for a bit until the news travels that he has been dethroned from Shadowclan. she returns with her kittens and is welcomed with open arms. later at a gathering, fireheart notices the very unique facial structures that the apprentices have, and strikes up a conversation.

anyway i can't stop thinking about grandma yellowfang.

#warrior cats #warriors oc #yellowfang #brokenstar #shadowclan #fireheart #mine

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hybbart · 3 months

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for the ask game! leechrustle, a shadowclan warrior with BIG EYEBROWS!!!

He's actually, like, the sweetest guy in the clan

#cat #warriors oc #warrior cats #shadowclan #fantasy #character #ask art #art #doodle #colour #Hybbart

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apathysack · 1 month

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More Snail lore, with a bit of Duskheart appreciation 💕 he’s based off of my friends OC and he might be my current favorite

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thunderc1an · 8 months

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#warrior cats #warriors #thunderclan #Riverclan #shadowclan #windclan #skyclan #I remember thinking in like middle school like-#wow wonder why there are SO many cross clan relationships?????#do Erin’s just like the drama that comes with it or something????#so wanted to know on people’s opinions #not if u have an oc that’s in a cross-clan relationship #but if YOU would or wouldn’t

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loafbud-wc · 2 months

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ive gotten a lot of comments in the past saying how some of my warrior cat designs look like pokemon, so i turned my needletail design into one lol

#needletail #shadowclan #fakemon #warrior cats #loafbud wc #fanart #pokemon #this design looks remotely nothing like wc canon but #tbh??? im turning this thing into an oc AND fakemon oc

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residences-of-the-darkforest · 3 months

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Frog-Muncher Meets WindClan-Rat (short story)

“Hey, frog-muncher!”

Blackclover huffed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to deal with this–or anyone–right now, but he wasn’t one to take an insult lying down. “Shove a rock up your tail,” he snarled a reply without slowing or looking around.

“Typical ShadowClanners, always so sensitive,” the voice went on. “I was only commenting on your breath.”

Blackclover stopped and glared over his shoulder. He spotted another tom splayed out comfortably on a wide, low-hanging tree branch. The shadows were especially dark here, and in the dappling shade, the cat’s pelt colour was hard to identify. His eyes glowed sharp and yellow.

Blackclover scented the air inconspicuously. This tom was new. He didn’t die recently, Blackclover considered that because really, who would die and then instantly go to bother someone? But it was fresh enough for his Clan scent to linger on the breeze. “Typical WindClan to be too cowardly to face their opponent head-on.”

The tom rose to his paws quickly. Blackclover felt a flicker of pleasure, seeing that the comment struck a nerve. The tom leaped from the branch and padded to Blackclover until they were nose-to-nose. Being a WindClan cat, the tom was rather lithe, but given Blackclover’s certain…diet in life, he had lost much of the weight that he would have been able to hold over him. Maybe he could have taken him on little over a year ago, but here and now, they looked to be an equal match.

“What now, frog-lover?” The tom challenged.

Blackclover was at the point where his blood had reached a boil, and he leaped, yowling his rage.

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“Oh!” Fleathistle looked up from where he had just planted a new seed in his garden.

Blackclover had not met him before, but he knew from talk that he was one of the most trustworthy cats to go to if you needed something treated–he was also incredibly surprised that wounds inflicted here could be treated, or that anyone was willing to heal them.

Blackclover’s pelt was covered in deep scratches. They stung, and the stickiness of the blood holding clumps of his fur together was beginning to irritate him. Though his wounds were vicious and many, he had not lost the fight. He didn’t win it either, not technically. They had rolled over and over, swinging at each other with claws splitting skin and blood spraying the air. The tom had run along the branches in the trees–Blackclover wasn’t sure how or why he knew or to travel along them so neatly for a WindClan cat. Blackclover had followed. He was less graceful, but kept up fine, and then he caught the tom and pushed–and the tom fell from the tree into a fast-flowing river that both had been too furious to notice. It swept the annoying rat away, and though Blackclover wasn’t sure if the tom drowned, he liked to believe it.

“Looks painful,” Fleathistle sympathized as he inspected the wounds.

“Should have seen the other cat,” Blackclover grunted.

He thought of the tom’s smug smile. Hopefully I’ll never have to see him again.

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--Might change his eyes to green, depending on what will eventually match with his fur (when I now his fur colour).

#windclan oc #shadowclan oc #blackclover #fleathistle #maybe geodepass #geodepass #geodepass story #blackclover story #fleathistle story #short story #wc dark tales #dark tales #dark forest tales #enemies to lovers

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