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Unlike The Rest: Part 2

George Weasley x Reader (eventually)

Prompt: The school year has finally begun and things already seem to be going wrong.

Word Count: 2555

Reader: Female

Warning: Let me know what I could work on and what you would like to see in this series. I expect this to be a longer one and I have a lot of ideas for the future but I’m stuck on some filler chapters. So, please let me know.

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The carriage ride up to the castle was very uncomfortable, to say the least. Cedric tried to get you to talk but once his friends started talking, they made you feel out of place. His friends talked about all the wild adventures they had this summer and reminisced about years past together. All stuff that didn’t include or relate to you. 

The only time Cedric’s friends seemed to have an interest in you when they spoke about Quidditch merely because you were a chaser on the team. And when you did talk, they just ignored you or rolled their eyes. You just wished you could do first year all over again and reintroduce yourself to everyone. 

Nonetheless, you did appreciate Cedric for trying to help you make new friends but you’d rather keep to yourself. Making friends is hard when all people see is your last name.

Walking into the Great Hall with the group, you gaze up at the tall ceiling. It’s bewitched to emulate the sky outside. Every year you are welcomed by it. You believe it helps with the new year jitters and the claustrophobia of hundreds of children in one room.

You start to trail behind Cedric and his friends, taking it all in. This is your home. The floating candles, the professors sitting at the front of the room, the natural warmth of the castle just screams belonging. A large smile appears on your face once again, something that only this place can bring. 

This year you are determined to focus on your studies… specifically Care of Magical Creatures. You’ve been reading all summer to get ahead in that class. Being a Malfoy, people don’t see your family as the caring or gentle type. They’ve proven that. Which, unfortunately, Care of Magical Creatures is all about. But, unlike the rest of the Malfoys, Hagrid has said you have a special talent when it comes to caring for creatures. You are gentle and caring. Hence the reason why you were put into Hufflepuff. So, you want to prove to everyone else, and your family, that a Malfoy can have a heart.

“Daydreaming yet again, Yeti?” Cedric’s chuckle interrupts your thoughts. He noticed you straying away from the group and saw you just standing there, staring up at the sky. This didn’t surprise him, you’ve always seemed to be in your own world or gathered up in thoughts. 

You shake your head fondly at the nickname. It originated one day when he was trying to cheer you up after he found you crying in the hallway. You had failed your team at the last Quidditch match, falling off your broom and knocking Cedric off along the way. Ultimately costing the winning catch that secured the team a tremendous lead in the rankings.

The team collectively decided that they didn’t need you anymore so they never told when practices were. The backlash from your house was horrid too. People who taunted you in the hallways or blamed the fact that “Malfoy needed to have all the attention”. Hufflepuff has always been known as the kinder house but oh were they brutal. 

It all led up to your break down in Charms when someone told you that maybe jinxing yourself to the broom might be helpful. Cedric, as big-hearted as he is, followed you out and comforted you. At first, you thought it was a sick joke, going off on him. In return he just called you a Yeti, comparing the fact that no one could ever get close enough to see the real way you live. Plus the fact that you were madly aggressive on the pitch. You knew that you made a friend after that. 

“I was just thinking.” You confess, falling into step beside him as you make your way to the Hufflepuff table.

“That’s never good.”

“Oh, shut it, Diggory.” You laugh, giving his arm a slight slap. “I’m just excited about this year… Hagrid told me about all the new creatures Professor Kettleburn has in store for us.”

“Well, that is good then.” He corrects himself, taking a seat next to one of the beaters on the team. “I’m glad you’re excited about something. I know you talked about how nervous you were about Draco coming this year in your letters.”

You sigh, in the few letters you and Cedric shared during the summer, you’d confide in him about what’s been going at home; The newfound hope in Draco to carry on the Malfoy name with pride and loyalty. How they'd just left you in your room all summer to survive on your own while they made sure Draco had everything he needed to do so. It made you feel like shit. At first, when summer began, you thought things were getting better at home when you were welcomed with kind arms. Unfortunately, it was cut short when the realization of Draco’s first year was in a few months.

“Hey,” Cedric, once again, cuts your thoughts off. By this point he knows when you’re spiraling in your own head. “maybe it won’t be so bad after all.”

Right on cue, the first years all file in. Either looking lost or excited, it brings back memories of your first year. Remembering being so terrified of all the older kids staring as you walked past them. Wondering how Draco would fall in, you try looking for him. He wasn’t hard to find since in the front of the crowd, a devious smirk on his face as always. He knows what house he’s going to be in and he’s probably been boasting about it all the way here. It’s been drilled into his brain that he belongs in Slytherin, the house of the most powerful and legendary wizards. Which, according to your parents, Hufflepuff doesn’t have the means to accomplish. 

Draco then takes a glance at said table. Seeing you looking out of place as ever and he rolls his eyes at it. Turning back to his friends and whispering something to them while pointing. They erupt into laughter and you frown slightly.

“Well, I don’t think your brother could be as bad as you were.” Malcolm Preece, another chaser on the team, decides to open his big mouth. He’s a fifth-year and he always has something to say. You grab the nearest thing and throw it at him, he dodges it. “Aye, I said were.” He defends himself and then casually goes back to his own conversation.

You bite your tongue and shoot daggers into the side of his head.

“Oh, I’ve missed you, (Y/N).” Cedric wraps an arm around your shoulders and gives you a small hug.

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“...this has to be a joke, Ced.” You whisper to him while Professor Quirrell goes on about the spell you’ll be learning this week. “How will this be useful in the eye of a duel?” You rhetorically ask him. “There’s no way this git is qualified to work here.”

“Oh, don’t be so harsh, (Y/N).” Cedric scolds as Quirrell commands the students to review their notes, “I’m sure he’s more than proven himself to Dumbledore to be here.”

“It’s a bloody tickling curse!” You stress, utterly dumbfounded on why you would be learning this. “In the midst of a battle, I don’t think my murderer would think of making me laugh to death.”

He just shakes his head at you, a small laugh escaping his lips at the image of it.

“It would be a good way to go.” Fred Weasley, the brute of all jokes himself, cuts in. Obviously, you weren’t whispering quiet enough. “Wouldn’t it be, Georgie?” He turns to his twin sitting beside him.

“I think so, Freddie.” He immediately agrees, you roll your eyes at the two. You know where this is going.

“Here we go,” You mumble.

“Imagine it,” George puts his hands in front of himself, widely gesturing with his quill. “Going toe to toe in battle, shouting wild curses at each other, wands waving, spells casting, and then, out of nowhere—” He suddenly stops, pointing his quill at you. 

“Rictusempra!” The other one continues, “And, boom! You’re on the ground within seconds, laughing like a complete mad man. Utterly painless.” Some of your classmates laugh at them, you shake your head at the show. “A bliss way to die.” They both stare dreamingly into nothing, a small smile on both of their faces.

“You both are morons.” You deadpan, George just smirks while Fred has an exasperated look on his face.

“Morons?” He gasps, “Then, how would you like to die then, Malfoy?” He probes, his eyebrow hitched up. “A slow, painful death at the hands of a Dementor?” A few laugh.

“Preferably, yes.”

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You try to keep up with the fast steps of the Deputy Headmistress. Almost tripping over your robe as she speeds down the corridors, her own robes whizzing behind her. The fact that McGonagall is even accompanying you in a class switch makes your mind boggle since your head of house is Sprout.

“But, Professor, I don’t want to change subjects.” You beg, “It must be a mistake, I chose to take Muggle Studies this year, what happened?”

“Your father, Miss Malfoy.” She suddenly stops, you almost bump into her. “He demands you transfer into a different subject that doesn’t ‘deteriorate the brain’.” She quotes, “And I have to deal with it because Professor Sprout refuses to read his letters after the terrible scriptures he sent her over the last two years. I’ve got enough on my plate with my own students to be worried about hers.”

Your mouth drops, of course, he would’ve. You knew your father was mad about your house placement but you never thought he would go as far as to berated your head of house. At Hogwarts, your house is supposed to be your family no matter what and your father disrespecting your head was utterly disgusting.

“You shouldn’t be surprised, Miss Malfoy.” She continues to speak, obviously furious. “You knew this would happen when you signed up for the elective last year.”

You knew this would happen when you involuntarily signed up to be a Malfoy.

You frown, knowing she’s right about the whole thing. You thought your parents were too focused on Draco to even think about you and your classes this year. Hell, they’ve been too focused on him to even acknowledge your existence during the summer so why did they care about your classes.

“I truly do apologize, Professor McGonagall.” You look down at your shoes, too nervous to look her in her eyes. “I didn’t realize my father was doing that… nor would he interfere with my schooling. I just…” You let out a long sigh. “I just thought the class would be interesting and a bit different, is all, compared to what I’ve learned about muggles at home.”

The woman’s face immediately softens. She knew that getting sorted into Hufflepuff was going to be an issue from the moment the hat shouted it. You were clearly unhappy and confused, mumbling curse words at the hat as you made your way to the Hufflepuff table. The Malfoys have been Slytherins since she was in her own school days so when she heard the hat say something otherwise, she knew something would come out of it. 

Your father had insisted it was a mistake in every letter he sent to Dumbledore talking about how the hat was a fake and it must've been a ploy against the Malfoy name. But Dumbledore was just as persistent with backing the hat and it’s house assigning criteria.

“It is out of my control, Miss Malfoy.” McGonagall puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. “As an underage wizard, you do not have a say in the matter. We must listen to your guardians.”

“I understand, Professor.”

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The scent of musty floral perfume hits you like bricks as you walk into the room. Following McGonagall between the risers, you hold your books tighter to your chest. You look around once you get into the “stage” area of the classroom. The curtains are drawn, giving the room a somber vibe. The different levels hold a bit too many tables for the number of students actually attending the class. Taking a glance at the students, some are either sleeping or staring at you, glad for the interruption. 

“Professor Trelawney,” McGonagall interrupts the short woman gazing into a crystal ball. Her large eyes immediately snap to the two of you. “I have a transfer from Muggle Studies.”

The eccentric witch gets up and looks over to you, the whole classes’ eyes follow her. “Ahhh,” She sighs, pointing a finger. “I knew you would end up here, (Y/N) Malfoy.” She gives a knowing smile, Professor McGonagall just rolls her eyes while she continues to go on about what she saw in the ball about a visitor here to stay.

“Well, I have other things to attend to regarding my Quidditch team if you would kindly show Miss Malfoy to her seat,” McGonagall commands with a firm nod.

“Of course, of course!” She excitedly affirms, putting a hand to your back and guiding you towards the front of the strange classroom. You give the Charms Professor pleading eyes as she leaves the room but she just ignores you and continues on her way.

“Now,” She turns you both to the whole class. “Who would like to do the honor of having Miss Malfoy as a partner? I sense she will be a great help in this class,” She asks, everyone sits in silence. There are a few students without partners but they’d rather be alone than be with you. 

“Well, a little unpopular we are, I see,” Trelawney mumbles to no one in particular, you immediately look down at your feet. “How ‘bout you find your own seat, love?” 

You go straight to the back and take the first seat in the row, not daring to look at anyone on the way up.

“Oh, what type of wicked witch did I cross to get a curse like this?” The familiar disgust of one of the Weasley boys hits your ears. Your head snaps to him, trying to quickly identify which twin you would be spending the year with. 

“Hush it, George.” You sneer, not in the mood for his shit. “Or are you Fred?” You squint, the dim candlelight not helping distinguish which. “No, Fred is much more clever with his insults.”

George just rolls his eyes at you, “He might have the brains but I’ve got the looks.” He leans back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head and his feet on the table. “Don’t you agree, Malfie?” He eggs, a smirk on his face.

You let out a scoff. “You both look like gnomes stacked on each other under a robe… Especially with that carrot top of a head of yours.” You push his feet off the table, setting your books where they were. The shove sends his balance off and he falls back onto the floor.

“Well, you were right about Fred having the brains, huh?” You stare down at him. The redhead sticks his tongue out at you like a five-year-old. “This is going to be a long year.” You mumble under your breath.

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Ten Percent Left Challenge

Well. This was just going to be a quick little thing I wrote for fun. Not the seventeen-page monstrosity it turned out to be. This took a few days to write, but I'm glad I finally got it all done. This is a really creative idea for a writing challenge, and it was a lot of fun to come up with ideas for it. The original prompt of course belongs to @10leftau. For those who don't know, the idea is to write a brief The Last Hope AU where only 10% of the Clan cats survive the battle, using a random generator to determine which twenty or so cats make it through the battle alive. Below are the cats that I randomly generated to survive, and a brief description of their dynamic and story in this AU.

Just a note – my version of this follows my post-The Last Hope AU fanfiction's worldbuilding for Warriors, so I'm using my own family trees for the non-ThunderClan cats, not the ones that were revealed later by the Erins. Hence Olivenose being half BloodClan, Leaftail being Whiskernose and Crouchpaw's father, etc. I've given a brief bio of each cat's family relationships to make things a bit clearer. This also means that my versions of the kits born by the end of TLH for queens outside of ThunderClan are different than canon, thus I had to switch around a few of the younger cats that the generator picked for me. The generator selected one of Ivytail's kits, so I used my son for her, Twigclaw, instead, and it picked two of Duskfur's kits, so I went with her litter that would've been kits at the time of TLH for my 'verse, Lilykit and Pondkit.

If you're curious to learn more about my fanfiction, there's a link to the first book in the six-book series Echoes of the War right here: https://www.deviantart.com/jayie-the-hufflepuff/gallery/38405975/EOTW-Faded-Boundaries

And now, on with my version of the Ten Percent Left challenge. :D

Ten Percent Left Allegiances

LIGHTCLAN

LEADER

OLIVESTAR - tortoiseshell she-cat

DEPUTY

BLOSSOMFALL - tortoiseshell and white she-cat

MEDICINE CAT

BRIARLIGHT - dark brown she-cat

     APPRENTICE, TWIGPAW

WARRIORS

BIRCHFALL - light brown tabby tom

HAZELTAIL - gray-and-white she-cat

OWLCLAW - light brown tabby tom

SEDGEWHISKER - light brown tabby she-cat

BOULDERFUR - large pale gray tom

WHISKERNOSE - light brown tom

TROUTSTREAM - pale gray tabby she-cat

APPRENTICES

TWIGPAW - small light brown tabby with a stumpy tail

QUEENS

LEAFTAIL - dark brown tabby tom (foster father to Lilykit, a dark tabby she-cat with patches, Lilykit, a black she-cat with golden eyes, and Pondkit, a dark brown tom with white paws)

GORSETAIL - very pale gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes, mother of Emberfoot's kits (Icekit, a white she-cat with ice-blue eyes)

ELDERS

TALLPOPPY - long-legged light brown tabby she-cat

GRAYMIST - pale gray tabby she-cat

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLAN

SMOKY - muscular gray-and-white tom who lives in a barn at the horseplace

FLOSS - small gray-and-white she-cat who lives at the horseplace

CORICOPAT - dark gray-and-white tom with green eyes

FURZEPELT - gray-and-white she-cat, formerly of WindClan

SMOKEFOOT - black tom, formerly of LightClan

OLIVENOSE/OLIVESTAR:

Rank: Leader

Former Clan: ShadowClan

Mother: Fernshade (deceased)

Father: Boulder (deceased)

Sister: Ivytail (deceased)

When the shattered remains of the Clans first joined together, there was an air of hopelessness among the survivors. None of the leaders, deputies, or medicine cats had survived the Dark Forest's slaughter. There was no one left to lead the surviving Clan cats.

Olivenose could feel the same stunned grief and terror clawing at her own gut. Her sister Ivytail had been murdered by her own mate during the battle, and her leader and most of her Clanmates had been slaughtered. But unlike her fellow survivors, a sense of determination clawed its way past the rest of her emotions. She had always been a warrior of dedication and strength, and even through grief for her sister, she managed to keep her emotions in check enough to take the lead and help the others organize themselves and keep themselves alive. The little group settled in ThunderClan's old camp, as it was the largest and most easily-defended camp, and they spent their first moons living in fear of the Dark Forest attacking once again.

Olivenose worked tirelessly to support her new group, hunting until her bones ached to keep them fed, patrolling the borders day and night to make sure the Dark Forest didn't return, heading several projects to rebuild and reinforce the camp's dens and defenses. Over time, many cats began looking to her as a leader. The she-cat was pushing herself to the point of exhaustion, and the other cats' expectations were another burden on her shoulders, but she bore it all as bravely as she could. She was determined to do everything she could to ensure the survival of her group. When StarClan was finally able to contact the survivors through Briarlight, it was to no cat's surprise that they sent a sign showing that Olivenose was to be the group's new leader.

Olivestar gained her nine lives at the Moonpool and selected Blossomfall as her deputy. She had been worn by so many losses and the hard work of trying to keep her new Clan alive, but seeing her ancestors at peace among the stars and learning that they still watched over the Clans gave her more hope than she'd felt in moons. She was determined to make LightClan a Clan to make her ancestors proud, to preserve the legacy of the four lost Clans and to honor their sacrifices.

Even through all of her work for her Clan, Olivestar managed to find time to look after Twigpaw, her sister's son and her only surviving kin. She became almost a second mother to him, and was immensely proud when he decided to become the new medicine cat apprentice. Some moons later, she took on Sorreltail's daughter Lilypaw as her apprentice, and is very fond of the gentle young she-cat.

BLOSSOMFALL:

Rank: Deputy

Former Clan: ThunderClan

Mother: Millie (deceased)

Father: Graystripe (deceased)

Sister: Briarlight

Brother: Bumblestripe (deceased)

Blossomfall was devastated by the losses in the Dark Battle. She had only narrowly escaped death herself, taking her sister Briarlight away from the fighting when she realized just how many cats were dying. She felt horrible guilt for having been tricked by the Dark Forest, and for not being able to save more of her Clanmates. It was only through Briarlight's support that she was able to even start forgiving herself. She too worked tirelessly to provide for her new Clan, determined to make up for all of her mistakes and be the warrior her Clan needed. She helped teach her new Clanmates all of the fighting techniques of the Dark Forest, so that they would be prepared if the dark spirits ever attacked again.

When Olivestar became LightClan's leader, Blossomfall was stunned to find herself chosen to be her deputy. Part of her still felt she didn't deserve the forgiveness of her Clan, let alone such an esteemed role. But Olivestar insisted that she had seen how hard Blossomfall had been working for the Clan, and that her loyalty, dedication, and her strength in battle made her the best cat for the job. With encouragement from Briarlight, Blossomfall accepted the role. She chose not to take a mate or have kits, instead focusing her energy into being the best deputy she could for her Clan, and being the sister that Briarlight deserved. Her bad experiences with the Dark Forest have made her very protective of her Clan, and rather wary of cats she doesn't know well, as anyone could be a threat waiting to trick her and bring her defenses down. As a result, she can be rather harsh against outsiders. But she is fiercely loyal, and can be brought around to trust others given enough time.

BRIARLIGHT:

Rank: Medicine Cat

Former Clan: ThunderClan

Mother: Millie (deceased)

Father: Graystripe (deceased)

Sister: Blossomfall

Brother: Bumblestripe (deceased)

When the survivors first realized that there were no medicine cats among them, there was panic. How were the injured cats supposed to recover from their wounds, and how were they supposed to communicate with their ancestors? It is through this panic that Briarlight spoke up. Her own heart was heavy with grief for Jayfeather and her family, and she felt guilt for not being able to fight to defend her Clanmates. But she felt a strange sense of calm as she faced her new groupmates. She told them that she'd learned a lot about healing from her moons in the medicine den, and that she would do her best to heal the injured cats.

Many of the non-ThunderClan survivors doubted the ability of a paralyzed cat to tend to so many wounded, but Briarlight paid them no heed. She had a job to do, a purpose to hold on to, and that was more important than any cat's doubts. She worked hard to nurse the injured survivors back to health, and kept the medicine den well stocked and organized after that. Owlclaw's apprentice, Twigpaw, showed an interest in healing early on, and often went into the forest to gather herbs for Briarlight and hung around the den helping her organize them and listening to her listing their uses. Though guilt continued to plague her, she was one of the cats who managed to retain the most cheer and determination through the loss. She'd survived hard losses before, and she was determined to keep the group together, so she remained cheerful and friendly and worked hard to try and bring every cat together like proper Clanmates. Having a purpose to focus on helped keep her from giving in to despair. She especially worked hard to be there for Blossomfall, who was wracked with guilt for having trained in the Dark Forest. In return, Blossomfall worked hard to be there for her sister, and to support her through those first hard moons as the group's healer.

A few moons after the Dark Battle, Briarlight was sent a sign in a dream. She saw a star gleaming in a dark sky, growing brighter and brighter, and she could hear Jayfeather's voice in her ears. “Four will become the one light that must chase away the darkness,” he told her. Her nose was filled with the scent of olives, and when she woke, there was an olive branch resting against her side. She was overjoyed that her ancestors had sent them a sign at last, feeling a greater peace in her heart than she'd felt in seasons. She called all the group together, relaying the dream to them, telling them that StarClan recognized them as a proper Clan, a successor to the four that had been lost. “The four will become the one light – and so we will be LightClan,” she declared. With the sign of the olive branch to guide her, she declared Olivestar to be the Clan's new leader, and she took her own place as the medicine cat, with Twigpaw as her new apprentice.

BIRCHFALL:

Rank: Warrior

Former Clan: ThunderClan

Mother: Ferncloud (deceased)

Father: Dustpelt (deceased)

Sisters: Hollykit (deceased), Larchkit (deceased), Icecloud (deceased)

Brothers: Spiderleg (deceased), Shrewpaw (deceased), Foxleap (deceased)

Mate: Whitewing (deceased)

Daughters: Dovewing (deceased), Ivypool (deceased)

Birchfall was one of the most injured cats after the battle. He'd been fighting like LionClan to defend his family, but the Dark Forest had cut them down anyway, and they'd nearly killed him too. It had only been luck that he'd been unconcious, not dead, when the battle ended. Briarlight managed to nurse him back to health, but there was little she could do to ease the terrible grief that gripped the tom. His entire family had died in the battle – his parents, his siblings, his mate, even his daughters. This was all his fault – if he hadn't trained in the Dark Forest, if he'd just seen the danger earlier, he could have saved them. But it was too late. There was no one left. The tom was utterly broken by all of the losses, and nothing any cat said seemed to make any difference for his grief. It was only the desperate need of the group to eat that kept him on his paws and made him go out hunting every day.

In the end, it was Tallpoppy who finally seemed to get through to the heartbroken tom. She had known him well as a kit during the Great Journey, and her heart ached to see him suffering so much loss now, especially since she too had lost all of her remaining family in the Dark Battle. She took the tom under her wing, making sure he ate, offering silent company when he didn't wish to speak, or else telling light-hearted stories of times past, things to take his mind off of what he'd lost. Birchfall seemed to recognize that she'd lost as much as he had, and allowed Tallpoppy's words to reach him for that reason. He never seemed to truly let go of his grief, but life began to spark in his eyes again. He ate without being prompted, he went hunting for the joy of it rather than just to feed cats, and he began to connect with his new Clanmates. He became especially close with Owlclaw, who had lost his brother to the training of the Dark Forest. He seemed to find purpose in helping him move past his own loss, like Tallpoppy had done for him. Like Blossomfall, he helped teach his Clanmates fighting techniques from the Dark Forest.

HAZELTAIL:

Rank: Warrior

Former Clan: ThunderClan

Mother: Daisy (deceased)

Father: Smoky

Brothers: Berrynose (deceased), Mousewhisker (deceased)

Half Sister: Rosepetal (deceased)

Half Brother: Toadstep (deceased)

Hazeltail wasn't in ThunderClan's camp during the battle, and so wasn't present for the slaughter of her Clanmates. She was one of the cats who had been sent to WindClan's camp to fight. When WindClan's camp was overrun, she helped get every cat out of camp. She found a wounded Leaftail wailing over the body of his son, Crouchpaw, and dragged the tom away so he wouldn't be killed too. It was only when they fell back to ThunderClan's camp that she discovered just how many of her Clanmates had died. The she-cat was plagued with guilt over not having been there to defend her Clan, and the loss of her entire family, and the tom she had been in love with, haunted her.

Hazeltail hid her grief behind an expression of stone, forcing all emotion back and focusing on hunting for her new groupmates. It she didn't let herself feel anything, then she wouldn't have to feel that terrible grief. But when Leaftail reached out to her, recognizing his own grief and guilt in her, Hazeltail couldn't bring herself to push him away. Slowly, the two began to grow closer, sharing their grief with each other, telling each other their regrets and their fears to an extent they hadn't shared with any other cat. Leaftail couldn't save his son, and Hazeltail couldn't save her family. Over time, they grew closer for reasons other than grief, though it was some moons before Hazeltail was able to allow herself to admit her feelings. The last tom she'd loved had died when she hadn't been there to fight beside him. But finally, she allowed herself to truly feel her love for him, and she and Leaftail became mates.

When LightClan's kits became apprentices, Hazeltail was assigned as the mentor of Duskfur's daughter, Lilypaw. The she-cat was cheeky and clever and eager to learn, and Hazeltail became very fond of her new apprentice.

OWLCLAW:

Rank: Warrior

Former Clan: ShadowClan

Mother: Applefur I (deceased)

Father: Snaketail (deceased)

Brother: Redwillow (deceased)

Owlclaw had always been something of a bully, reveling in his natural strength and sneering at denmates he saw as weaker. He was prone to pushing around his brother Redwillow, though unlike most of his victims, Owlclaw did care for his brother. He simply saw Redwillow as eternally the little brother who would never quite measure up to himself, someone to push and tease because that's just how things were.

So imagine his stunned horror when, during the Dark Battle, his snot-nosed little brother turned on his own Clanmates with claws extended and hate in his eyes. Owlclaw barely had time to take in Redwillow's treachery before Blackstar cut his brother down in front of him. After that, the battle turned so fierce that cats were dying on both sides, and his Clanmates were falling all around him, and the stench of blood was heavy in the air, and Owlclaw couldn't move. He was pinned to the spot by sheer horror. He couldn't take in what was happening. It wasn't real. It couldn't be.

In the end, it was only the quick thinking of Tallpoppy that got Owlclaw out of camp before it was completely overrun by Dark Forest cats. He joined the battle of the last surviving cats in ThunderClan's camp, and though the survivors managed to triumph over the last Dark Forest leaders, Owlclaw could feel no relief, only a great sense of emptiness. In the days after the battle, Owlclaw struggled to come to terms with all that had happened. It had occurred to him that Redwillow had probably been pushed into joining the Dark Forest at least partly because of how his brother had treated him. Maybe if he'd been kinder, if he hadn't been so blind to how he was hurting his own brother, Redwillow wouldn't have betrayed his Clan. Maybe he'd still be alive.

Guilt threatened to eat Owlclaw alive. He tried to keep up with his duties, but he was just so tired, and he couldn't bear to look his new groupmates in the eyes. This was all his fault. How could he ever be forgiven for what he'd done to his own brother, to all of the cats he'd ever pushed around? The miserable tom began to withdraw more and more.

It was finally Tallpoppy who managed to break through the tom's haze of misery. She told him bluntly that yes, he'd been a bully, and yes there were things he'd done that he could never take back. But no amount of bullying could justify betraying one's entire Clan – in the end, Redwillow had made his own choices. Owlclaw wasn't responsible for what his brother had done. All he could do now was try to be better, and do the best that he could for his new Clan. Birchfall approached the tom as well, and Owlclaw could see his own guilt reflected in the tom's eyes. He had trained in the Dark Forest, after all. It was his mentors who had killed his family. Slowly, Owlclaw found himself accepting the comfort of his new friend, and offering his own comfort in turn. It was a hard road to forgive himself, but he worked hard to be kinder, to be better, and over time he found the weight of guilt in his heart grow lighter and lighter. With Birchfall at his side, and Tallpoppy supporting both of them, Owlclaw could finally look to the future, not to the past.

SEDGEWHISKER:

Rank: Warrior

Former Clan: WindClan

Mother: Gorsetail

Father: Beechfur (deceased)

Sisters: Thistlepaw (deceased), Swallowtail (deceased)

Half Sister: Icekit

Sedgewhisker was dragged out of WindClan's camp by her mother when the Dark Forest began to overwhelm them. She had been frozen in horror over her sister's body, sick with the knowledge that her own Clanmate had murdered her. She had managed to cut Breezepelt down after Swallowtail's murder, but tearing out the traitor's throat had done nothing to bring her sister back. She hardly noticed as Gorsetail herded her out of camp and out into the moorland. It wasn't until the fight in ThunderClan's camp ended that she even realized she had been injured. Breezepelt had managed to tear out a chunk from one ear and had badly scarred her flank before she'd managed to kill him.

Sedgewhisker fared better than some of her new campmates in dealing with her grief. She had her mother there to help her, and not long after the battle, Gorsetail gave birth to her half sister, Icekit. Sedgewhisker adored her tiny sister immediately, and threw herself into helping Gorsetail care for her. And even with all of the loss and the grief, there was a certain comfort in having all of the surviving Clan cats living together. For a halfClan warrior who had always had to hide her connection to RiverClan, it was a relief to not have to worry about borders anymore. She managed to befriend Troutstream, her kin through her father, and she became good friends with Briarlight. When the group came together to form LightClan, there was a sense of peace in her heart that she'd never known before. Now nothing could ever tear her away from the cats she cared about most.

BOULDERFUR:

Rank: Warrior

Former Clan: WindClan

Mother: Willowclaw (deceased)

Father: Owlwhisker (deceased)

Sister: Furzepelt

Boulderfur had always been a fairly average tom. Not the most outstanding hunter, nor the bravest fighter, not the most outspoken or intelligent or kindest warrior. He just sort of... was. He did the work that was required of him, he hung out with the warriors that were his friends, and he was content. His sister, on the other paw, had always been ambitious. He'd never resented Furzepelt for being the stronger warrior, but he'd never had the drive to keep up with her, and they drifted apart as they got older.

It was still like a blow to the gut when the Dark Battle was over and Boulderfur learned that his sister had turned traitor for the Dark Forest. She'd always been ambitious but... killing innocent cats? Fighting on behalf of long-dead traitors? Boulderfur was left with the horrible realization that he hadn't ever really known his sister, not for moons. With his sister run away to be a rogue, and his parents and friends dead, Boulderfur began to withdraw from the group in his grief and feelings of guilt.

It was the other young warriors of the new Clan that finally helped draw him out of his grief. Whiskernose had always been a good cat to hang out with, and now he was a bright light in the midst of the group's misery, and Troutstream understood Boulderfur's feelings of guilt and hurt like no other cat. The other two helped ease Boulderfur's guilt, and made him feel more comfortable with who he was. He made a greater effort to stay connected with the cats he cared about, but he still wasn't the strongest or bravest warrior, and that was okay. He was Boulderfur, and that was enough. The three cats eventually came together to form a happy, loving polyamorous group of mates, and Troutstream eventually bore a litter of kits fathered by both toms.

WHISKERNOSE:

Rank: Warrior

Former Clan: WindClan

Mother: Dewspots (deceased)

Father: Leaftail

Brother: Crouchpaw (deceased)

Adopted Sisters: Lilykit, Lilykit

Adopted Brother: Pondkit

Whiskernose was devastated by the loss of Crouchpaw in the Dark Battle, but even with the death of his young brother, he was luckier than some of his new groupmates. He still had his father, after all, and  the older tom had taken in the group's orphaned kits, giving Whiskernose a new set of adopted siblings to look after and play with. He had always been a fairly cheerful, happy-go-lucky tom, and he managed to bounce back to his cheery personality more easily than some of his groupmates. He had lost his brother, yes, but he was still alive, his father was still alive, and it was hard not to feel hope when their little group was still holding on after all of their losses.

His cheery attitude made him a desirable companion for the other young warriors in the group. Boulderfur was trying to muddle through his feelings over his sister's betrayal, and Troutstream was wracked with guilt over how she'd treated her brother. Whiskernose had always liked Boulderfur, the tom was kinder and better company than he gave himself credit for, and Troutstream was hard not to admire with her quick wit and her strength in hunting. He found himself growing closer with the two, eager to help them and try to put a purr in their throats with one of his jokes. Eventually, he realized he had fallen in love with the pair, and accepted their proposal to become mates.

TROUTSTREAM:

Rank: Warrior

Former Clan: RiverClan

Mother: Otterheart (deceased)

Father: Rippletail (deceased)

Sister: Mossyfoot (deceased)

Brother: Hollowflight (deceased)

Troutstream had always been the most ambitious of her littermates. She always had to be the strongest, the fastest, the best swimmer, the best hunter. She wasn't a cruel cat by nature, but she had a tendency to focus more on her training than other cats' feelings, and her words to her less talented brother Hollowflight were often more cutting than she meant them to be. She was too wrapped up in making herself the best warrior possible to notice how her scoffing remarks bothered him, and she failed to notice how he grew colder and more hostile over the moons. But the horrible truth of what her brother had become was made all too clear when, during the Dark Battle, he died fighting on the side of the Dark Forest.

Troutstream was wracked with terrible guilt in the weeks after the battle. She'd been so blind. Being a strong warrior was important, but how could she have let that come before being kind to her own brother? How could she have said the things he had to him? Maybe if she hadn't been so cold, he wouldn't have turned to the Dark Forest in the first place. The young she-cat began to withdraw from the others in her guilt, but to her surprise, two of her fellow groupmates began to reach out to her.

Boulderfur felt a guilt similar to her own, and Whiskernose was so cheerful and so kind even through her guilt that she couldn't bear to push them away. They told her that yes, maybe she could have been kinder, but it wasn't her fault what Hollowflight had chosen to become. She focused on being the best warrior she could for her new Clan, but also on being a better cat, kinder, more aware of the feelings of those around her. It was partly this shift that allowed her to realize that she, Whiskernose, and Boulderfur had all fallen in love with each other, and what pushed her to suggest they all become mates. Some moons later, she was given Pondpaw as an apprentice. She put everything she had into making him the best warrior she could. She shaped him into not only a strong swimmer and a talented fisher, continuing the legacy of her lost Clan, but also a good and kind cat. Seasons after that, she birthed a litter fathered by both of her mates, and together the three cats doted on their new kits.

TWIGPAW/TWIGCLAW:

Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Former Clan: ShadowClan

Mother: Ivytail (deceased)

Father: Redwillow (deceased)

Sister: Specklepaw (deceased)

Twigpaw only survived the battle because his aunt Olivenose helped him escape before the Dark Forest cats could swarm him. The battle was especially traumatic for the young tom. His mother was murdered by his father, his father died at the claws of his own leader, and his sister was torn apart like a piece of prey. His mentor Owlclaw was no help in the days after the battle, lost in his own grief and guilt. Olivenose did everything she could to be there for the young tom and support him through his grief, but she was often busy with patrols. So the quiet, grieving tom was often left to his own devices.

It was through this time left behind in camp that he came to be close with Briarlight. The new healer was endlessly kind and patient with the young tom, and she was such a wealth of knowledge when it came to herbs and healing. Twigpaw had always considered medicine cats fascinating, and now here was the chance to learn from one. He could see that the she-cat had her own grief, though she hid it well, but her cheery personality and her kindness made her a source of comfort for the grieving apprentice. Over time, his interest in healing only deepened, and he found himself doing more and more to help Briarlight with her healing rather than focusing on his warrior training.

Once LightClan was established and Briarlight made an official medicine cat, Twigpaw finally asked to become her apprentice. Though he still missed his family, much of his grief had been redirected into a sense of purpose. Healing made him happy, it was what he was meant to do, and if he become a good enough medicine cat, he could help cats avoid the sense of loss he'd felt. He threw himself into his training, and over time, he grew to become a dedicated and talented medicine cat.

LEAFTAIL:

Rank: Queen

Former Clan: WindClan

Mother: Morningflower (deceased)

Father: Tornear (deceased)

Sister: Sunstrike (deceased)

Brother: Gorsepaw (deceased)

Mate: Dewspots (deceased)

Sons: Whiskernose, Crouchpaw (deceased)

Adopted Daughters: Lilykit, Lilykit

Adopted Son: Pondkit

Leaftail was protecting the nursery during the battle, but when the Dark Forest cats flooded into the den, there had been too many for him to fight. Heathertail and her kits had died, and he'd been badly wounded before managing to escape the den. He went in search of his kits, desperate to help them escape – only to be greeted with the sight of a Dark Forest spirit crouched over the still-bleeding body of his youngest son, Crouchpaw. Leaftail slew the spirit where it stood, but it was too late for his son. Leaftail would've died by his son's body, too stunned with grief to defend himself, had the ThunderClan warrior Hazeltail not forcibly shoved him away and herded him out of the camp.

The wounded tom spent the days after the battle being looked after by Briarlight. His heart was heavy with guilt and grief, and he barely spoke to any cat. He'd failed to protect the nursery, and he'd failed to save his youngest son. Whiskernose was alive, and his visits and encouragement did help keep Leaftail from succumbing entirely to grief. But the tom's heart still ached with all that he had lost.

It was this time spent in the medicine den that allowed him to get acquainted with the group's kits. Lilykit of ThunderClan and Lilykit and Pondkit of RiverClan were the only kits who had survived the slaughter, and all three of them had been orphaned by the battle. Leaftail's heart still ached with grief, but he couldn't deny that spending time with the kits helped ease the hurt in his heart. He'd loved looking after his sons while they were growing up, and he felt that sense of rightness now as he helped look after the orphaned kits. When his wounds were healed, instead of returning to his warrior duties, Leaftail found himself spending more time in the nursery.

He eventually approached Olivenose, tentatively suggesting that he be allowed to live in the the nursery as a queen, so that he could spend more time looking after them. To his surprise, the she-cat accepted. Leaftail made a nest for himself in the nursery, and his heart was warmed by the delight the kits showed when he told them he'd be looking after them now. Over the moons, the kits began to refer to him as a father, and while it stunned him initially, it began to feel more and more right. Soon, he no longer reacted at all when they referred to him as their father. They were his kits now, as surely as Whiskernose and Crouchpaw were.

As his relationship with his new kits helped Leaftail to heal, he found himself looking with more and more interest at the she-cat who had saved his life in the battle. Hazeltail wore a mask of stone, seeming unaffected by all of the loss, but Leaftail could see the hurt she was hiding underneath. He reached out to her, and the two began confiding in each other. Leaftail realized his feelings for the she-cat before Hazeltail realized it herself, but he was content to wait for her to make the first move. He knew the pain she had suffered, and that she would only approach him when she was ready. Eventually, however, she did confess her feelings for him, and the two became mates. When they eventually had kits of their own, Leaftail opted to stay in the nursery with them, and even after they were fully raised, he chose to remain in the nursery as a permanent queen, perfectly content with a life of looking after the young of his new Clan.

GORSETAIL:

Rank: Queen

Former Clan: WindClan

Mother: Runningbrook (deceased)

Father: Mudclaw (deceased)

Mate: Beechfur (deceased), Emberfoot (deceased)

Daughters: Thistlepaw (deceased), Swallowtail (deceased), Sedgewhisker, Icekit

Gorsetail was horrified when, during the Dark Battle, she found one of her daughters standing over the body of another, wailing at her loss. Gorsetail's heart broke at the sight of Swallowtail's body, but she couldn't let herself break apart right now. Sedgewhisker was still alive, and she still needed her mother. Gorsetail herded her living daughter out of the camp and to the safety of ThunderClan's forest. It wasn't until after the battle that she learned that Emberfoot, her new mate, had also perished. And it wasn't until another half moon later that she discovered Emberfoot had left something of himself behind – she was expecting his kits.

Gorsetail was no stranger to suffering loss and heartbreak in silence. As a young warrior, she had fallen in love with the RiverClan warrior Beechfur. The pair had carried on a secret affair for seasons without either of their Clans suspecting a thing. Though she'd made sure her kits knew their father, Gorsetail had been unable to turn to her mate when their daughter Thistlepaw had died, except for the brief moments they could steal together on the border. When Beechfur himself had died, Gorsetail had been forced to pretend that nothing was wrong, even when her heart was breaking inside of her. Now, at least, she was able to mourn Swallowtail openly, and she had the support of her remaining daughter to help her through it. When her new daughter, Icekit, was born, Gorsetail took comfort in the feeling of a new life depending on her. She hadn't been able to save Swallowtail or Thistlepaw, but she would lay down her life before she let anything happen to her precious new daughter.

Icekit was a gentle, caring young kit, and Gorsetail's heart grew lighter every day she spent raising her precious daughter. She was beyond proud when Icekit decided to train as Twigclaw's apprentice and become the Clan's next medicine cat. She retired to the elder's den not long after Icepaw left the nursery, content to spend the rest of her days in peace as an elder and to enjoy the time she had left with her family.

LILYKIT/LILYFROST:

Rank: Kit

Former Clan: ThunderClan

Mother: Sorreltail (deceased)

Father: Brackenfur (deceased)

Adopted Father: Leaftail

Sisters: Cinderheart (deceased), Honeyfern (deceased), Poppyfrost (deceased), Seedkit (deceased)

Brother: Molepaw (deceased)

Adopted Sister: Lilykit

Adopted Brother: Pondkit

Yellowfang did manage to kill the spirit of Brokenstar, but too late to save most of the inhabitants of the ThunderClan nursery. The old ShadowClan leader had cut down every queen and kit in his path – it was pure luck that Lilykit was still alive when Yellowfang finally brought down her bloodthirsty son. Sorreltail had been fighting outside of the nursery, and had been brought down by wounds she'd gained killing Darkstripe's spirit, while Brackenfur and her older sisters were slaughtered in the battle. With her littermate lying dead in the nursery beside her, Lilykit was the only cat left alive in the den. She wasn't discovered until after the battle had ended, wailing over the body of her sister.

The she-kit was silent in the days following the battle. She had always been the gentler kit in her litter, and now, with the trauma of seeing so much death fresh in her mind, she was reduced to silence. It took the gentle coaxing of Briarlight, and the surprisingly comforting company of WindClan warrior Leaftail, to draw the little kit out of her silence. The only other surviving kits, Pondkit and another Lilykit, were younger and needed to be looked after, and something protective in Lilykit urged her to help make sure they were alright as well. She became more confident with the help of Leaftail, and she grew very close with the other kits, looking to them like younger siblings. It hurt, no longer having her parents or Seedkit there, and she wasn't sure that hurt would ever go away, but Leaftail loved her, and her new siblings loved her, and somehow that made it feel like things might be okay after all.

Eventually, she was apprenticed to Olivestar, and she grew to adore her strict but caring mentor. She became a warrior beside her adopted siblings – Lilyfrost, named after her ice-blue eyes and white patches.

LILYKIT/LILYCLOUD:

Rank: Kit

Former Clan: RiverClan

Mother: Duskfur (deceased)

Father: Reedwhisker (deceased)

Adopted Father: Leaftail

Sister: Curlpaw (deceased)

Brothers: Podpaw (deceased), Pondkit

Adopted Sister: Lilykit

When RiverClan's camp was overrun, it was only the quick thinking of some of the warriors that saved Lilykit and her brother from sharing their dentmates' grisly fates. They bundled the kits off to Graymist and Troutstream, who carried them off to ThunderClan along with some of the other surviving warriors. When the battle in ThunderClan's camp ended, however, only Troutstream, Graymist, and the kits were left alive.

Lilykit and Pondkit were lucky enough not to witness most of the bloodshed of the battle itself, having been shuffled out of the nursery before the slaughter began, and being hidden in the ThunderClan nursery during the survivors' last stand. As a result, they weren't as traumatized as the other surviving kit. But their young age did mean they needed to be looked after. While they missed Duskfur and Reedwhisker, they were young enough that their memories of their parents grew cloudy after a time. They took easily to Leaftail's care, and came to care for the older Lilykit as a big sister.

Lilykit was the bolder of the two kits, always ready for a new adventure, always ready for some mischief. She gave her adopted father and sister the most trouble of the pair, but they loved her dearly even for the mischief she occasionally cause. She grew into a quick-witted, fiery young apprentice, with the stern Hazeltail keeping her just in check enough that she was able to take in her training properly. She earned her warrior name beside her brother and adopted sister – Lilycloud, for her soft pelt.

PONDKIT/PONDBREEZE:

Rank: Kit

Former Clan: RiverClan

Mother: Duskfur (deceased)

Father: Reedwhisker (deceased)

Adopted Father: Leaftail

Sisters: Curlpaw (deceased), Lilykit

Brother: Podpaw (deceased)

Adopted Sister: Lilykit

Pondkit didn't remember the Dark Battle any better than his sister did, and was no more traumatized than her about it. He loved Leaftail as a father, and the other Lilykit as a sister, and he was happy with his life in LightClan. He had always been a cheerful kit, and goofy, joking demeanor stayed with him as he aged. He loved to joke with his sisters and dutifully followed the younger Lilykit into any mischief she set her mind to. He was perhaps too trusting sometimes, too naive, but he had a good heart, and he undoubtedly kept his family happy even through the first hard moons after the battle.

After a few moons, the tom was apprenticed to Troutstream, the only RiverClan warrior among the new Clan, who was eager to pass down the techniques of their ancestors to her RiverClan-blooded apprentice. He wasn't the strongest fighter, but loved to swim and proved an efficient fisher. He eventually earned his warrior name alongside his sisters – Pondbreeze, for his easy-going personality.

TALLPOPPY:

Rank: Elder

Former Clan: ShadowClan

Mother: Amberleaf (deceased)

Father: Scorchwind (deceased)

Sister: Applefur I (deceased)

Mate: Wetfoot (deceased)

Daughter: Applefur II (deceased)

Sons: Oakfur (deceased), Toadfoot (deceased), Marshkit (deceased)

Tallpoppy did not see her daughter die. Applefur had been in RiverClan's camp when she'd turned against her Dark Forest mentors, and had paid for it with her life. She did hear later from Graymist that one of Applefur's last acts had been to help save Duskfur's kits and make sure they got out of camp safely, before returning to the battle to give them more time to escape. She did see her sons die, however. Oakfur and Toadfoot had both been cut down while defending ShadowClan's camp. Tallpoppy's heart had shattered inside of her at the sight.

It took the elderly she-cat what felt like moons to force herself to her paws, to stumble out of her den at the sound of Rowanclaw's yowl for a retreat. On her way out of camp, she stumbled across Owlclaw, frozen by his shock and trembling all over at the sight of his brother's body. Something about the sight of the tom woke something back up in Tallpoppy. Owlclaw was her kin – her sister Applefur had been his mother. She hadn't appreciated his bullying nature, but he was still her Clanmate, and her kin, and he was too young to die here like this. So she forced herself into action, bodily shoving the warrior out of camp and herding him into ThunderClan's forest.

In the weeks after the battle, Tallpoppy felt a gnawing emptiness inside of her. All of her children were dead, and most of her Clanmates were gone. She was already at the end of a long life, logically she knew she didn't have long before she was reunited with her family in StarClan, but she had never expected to end her life so... alone. Besides that, her kits had deserved better than to die so young. But even through her own misery, Tallpoppy had always had a strong motherly instinct, and her eye was caught by two of the most broken-hearted warriors in the new Clan.

Birchfall had been best friends with three of her children when they were kits, and Owlclaw was her kin. It tore at her heart to see them so miserable through their losses. The elderly queen quickly took the toms under her wing, giving them all of the love and guidance – and occasionally harsh reality checks – she had ever provided for her own kits. It didn't make up for losing her own children, not really, but it did help to fill some of the emptiness in her heart to have these two young cats to look after. With the passing of the moons, Tallpoppy began to think of them as almost sons of her own, and Birchfall and Owlclaw returned the sentiment once they began to recover from their own misery. Tallpoppy passed the rest of her moons in peace in the elder's den, some of her grief muted now that she had cats in her life to care about again.

GRAYMIST:

Rank: Elder

Former Clan: RiverClan

Mother: Mistystar (deceased)

Father: Loudbelly (deceased)

Brother: Rainstorm (deceased)

Half Sister: Primrosepaw (deceased)

Half Brother: Reedwhisker (deceased), Pikepaw (deceased), Perchkit (deceased)

Mate: Stonestream (deceased)

Sons: Sneezepaw (deceased), Mallownose (deceased)

It is no great surprise to Graymist that she loses her mother and half brother in the Dark Battle. Despite being an elder herself, they had both been older than her, and Mistystar especially had been close to joining StarClan already. But losing her only remaining son was a blow that Graymist wasn't sure she'd ever recover from.

Even through her loss, there was one bright spot left in Graymist's life – the kits of her half brother, Lilykit and Pondkit. Graymist had helped carry them from RiverClan's camp during the battle, and even as she struggled to come to terms with Mallownose's death, she found comfort in spending time with her young kin. She was too old and too tired to be a full-time parent for the kits, and was more than happy to let Leaftail take over as a father for the pair, but she was there for them as much as she could be and loved them dearly.

When Olivestar became the official leader of LightClan, she often turned to Graymist for advice. The elder had never served as a leader herself, but her mother had been RiverClan's leader, and her brother its deputy, so she'd been exposed to much of the trials and tribulations of leadership in her life. She tried to give Olivestar the best advice she could, and it gave her a source of pride to be able to help her new leader in this way. With her leader's faith in her, and the love of her young kin, Graymist spent the rest of her moons quite happy with her place in LightClan.

FURZEPELT:

Rank: Rogue

Former Clan: WindClan

Mother: Willowclaw (deceased)

Father: Owlwhisker (deceased)

Sister: Boulderfur

Furzepelt started training in the Dark Forest when she was still an apprentice. She had always been ambitious, wanting to be the strongest, the fastest, the most admired by her Clanmates. She was Heathertail's apprentice, but she'd always admired Breezepelt more – he wasn't as strict and goody-goody as Heathertail, and he was a strong and fearless warrior. So when tom noticed her eagerness to learn and offered her a way to become even stronger as a warrior, she accepted without question. She started training in the Dark Forest that night.

Furzepelt hadn't started out with any particular hatred for the Clans, but she'd always been brisk with her Clanmates and unimpressed with rules and restrictions. Her Dark Forest mentors played on that masterfully. They taught her techniques that made her stronger, a better fighter than her Clanmates, and they whispered to her of how weak the Clans were, how they catered too much to the weak and cheated the strong of what they were due, how things would be so much easier if the strong were allowed to take what belonged to them. The feeling of becoming such a strong fighter filled Furzepelt with a heady sense of power, and she took in every word the Dark Forest told her. Seeing Antpelt's spirit killed in front of her only convinced her further – the world was kill or be killed, and the Clans were foolish for pretending their code of honor meant anything. By the time the Dark Forest revealed their true plans of destroying the Clans, Furzepelt was as eager for the fight as any true Dark Forest warrior. Finally, her Clan would see her true strength, and they would be sorry they'd ever tried to restrict her with their dumb rules.

When the surviving Clan cats managed to kill the last of the Dark Forest leaders, Furzepelt was driven away along with the remaining Dark Forest spirits. But she was still alive, she couldn't follow them back to the Dark Forest, and once driven away, there was only the lonely existence of a rogue for her. Hatred seethed inside of her. How dare those cowardly spirits give up the fight once their leaders were dead? How dare the Clan cats drive her away? She was stronger than any of them, this was supposed to be her day of triumph, and yet the continued living by their ridiculous code like they'd never lost anything!

The she-cat lived in solitude for several moons, stewing in her anger and hatred, letting her heart turn black with it as she schemed ways to get back at the Clans. Eventually, she was joined by Smokefoot, who'd had enough of how soft LightClan had gotten and all of the ridiculous interClan interactions being allowed. Bolstered by no longer being alone, Furzepelt decided that if she was ever going to get true revenge on the Clans, she was going to need more cats. The pair began to recruit more rogues to their cause, local cats who resented the Clans for hogging territory and prey, and loners and kittypets they could trick into thinking the Clans were savages who needed to be put in their place.

One day, many moons later, Furzepelt's group was approached by a gray she-cat calling herself Scorch. The she-cat was massive and covered from head to toe in scars, and there was a steely look in her golden eyes. She told Furzepelt that she was willing to become Furzepelt's ally, if Furzepelt could help her in return...

SMOKEFOOT:

Rank: Rogue

Former Clan: ShadowClan

Mother: Darkflower (deceased)

Father: Flintfang (deceased)

Brother: Crowfrost (deceased)

Mate: Applefur II (deceased)

Daughter: Stoatpaw (deceased)

Smokefoot was one of the Clan cats to survive the Dark Battle, and initially he stayed with the rest of the survivors. But he'd always been a very traditional tom, caring more for preserving ShadowClan's image of strength and the traditional values of the Clans than these ridiculous new ideas of kittypets being warriors or the Clans working together. He was therefore frustrated by the direction Olivenose was taking in the group in. Most of ShadowClan had been lost in the Dark Battle, but that didn't mean that she should give up all pride of being a ShadowClan cat!

She was letting cats from different Clans become mates – letting paralyzed cats serve as medicine cats and toms live as nursery queens – she hadn't even punished Gorsetail when the she-cat revealed that her first daughter was the result of a crossClan affair! She talked of the time of the Clans being over, of borders being a thing of the past, of peace being more important than upholding their proud heritage... it was no more than Smokefoot would expect of a halfClan cat like her, but anger boiled under his pelt at how the rest of the new Clan followed her every word.

Eventually Smokefoot got so fed up that he joined Furzepelt in exile, rather than live in a Clan led by a halfClan weakling like Olivenose.

#Warrior Cats #Warriors #Erin Hunter #The Last Hope #Olivenose #Hazeltail #Birchfall #Smokefoot #Troutstream #Boulderfur #Whiskernose #Leaftail #Furzepelt #Tallpoppy #Graymist #Blossomfall #Briarlight #Lilyheart #Sedgewhisker #Owlclaw #Echoes of the War #EOTW

[princess-of-france]

Alright, you gotta tell me all the things about "Uproot" because I'm already in love xx (when you've got the time, of course). Love you!

Love you too, angel! Tagging @suits-of-woe​ because it’s Hamlet, bitch! 

Uproot is a two-part miniseries I’ve been developing for about four years, which could probably best be summarized as “Hamlet for the YA Generation.” It began as a novella, which I then chose to expand into the medium I actually know and love: script-writing. :)

Set in a dystopian future, roughly 200 years after the collapse of the United States of America, Uproot imagines North America as a toxic wasteland divided into large, warring city-states...kind of an industrial, futuristic version of Hellenistic Greece. Each city-state is named for the foreign power that either purchased or pillaged military resources and reinforcements during the Trans-Asiatic Wars. Hence, the sprawling metropolis that was once Washington D.C. is now the city of New Denmark.

With the Wars long over, and Eastern Asia victorious, the city-states of ruined America have crumbled into anarchy. New Denmark alone remains a powerful military state. Ruled by a dynastic monarchy that dates back to the 2050s, the city maintains its vice grip on “stability” through a two-pronged system of Force and Separation. A ruthless and corrupt Royal Police controls the city streets, while the royal family and their elite, privileged Court wall themselves up inside the luxury high-rise known as Elsinore Incorporated. 

Elsinore is a fortress: impregnable, bullet-proof, and guarded by the best-maintained army left on the continent of North America. To be behind its gates is to want for nothing. To be outside it is to live in a hell-scape of poverty, disease, corruption, and unconscionable disparity. 

Unsurprisingly, this century-long injustice yielded many inner-city rebellions over the years, to no avail. It wasn’t until a young man and his wife arrived from the neighboring city-state of Norway that things really began to change. 

The man, Fortinbras Cartwright, had inherited his position as a Chancellor of Norway, but then grown disillusioned with privilege-based politics when he fell in love with Jessalyn, a radical leftist protester. After being exiled from Norway for attempting to overhaul the city’s oligarchy, Fortinbras and Jess found their way to New Denmark, where they pooled their resources (his money; her field experience) and founded a secret organization known as Uproot. 

The mission of Uproot was to do the impossible:

Neutralize the Royal Police

Starve out the inhabitants of Elsinore

Storm the tower

Depose the sitting king

Execute the royal family

And --- most importantly --- implement a new representational government of, for, and by the people of New Denmark. 

It gained enormous traction and legitimacy thanks to the combination of Fortinbras’ political rhetoric and Jess’ derring-do. Everyone clamored to be a part of the grassroots movement. “Up through the soil, we will rise: fresh, green, and throttling.”

Fortinbras and Jess knew that “the only way to win was to refuse to lose,” so they bided their time, growing their numbers, and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. In those interim years, they had a daughter: Fortinbras Jr. 

Raised to fight, spy, and --- most importantly --- lead, Fort spent her entire childhood in the shadow of her family’s divine purpose. No one ever asked her if she wanted to be a military commander-in-training, just like no one ever asked her if she wanted to lose her mother at the age of 10 to a rebel sting gone wrong.

My play begins the night after a colossal battle between the Uproot army and the Police. At the eleventh hour, King Hamlet decided personally to join the fight with his own private militia, which won the day for the nobility. In the chaos, Fort’s father was killed. His final act before dying was to give her his badge, signifying Fort’s new status as Commander-in-Chief of the rebel forces. 

Fort is 24 years old. She is grief-stricken. She has no intention of leading the army that cost her BOTH of her parents. Obviously, the rebels have other ideas. They rallied under the name Fortinbras. They will follow the leader who bears that name, regardless of how unprepared --- or unwilling --- she might be.

Uproot, Part 1 follows Fort through the days and weeks following her father’s death, as she tries (and fails) to find a suitable replacement to lead the Uproot cause. The sudden death of King Hamlet and the unexpected marriage and coronation of his brother, a bloodthirsty ex-Police Chief named Claudius, throws a mad wrench into Fort’s plan to abandon New Denmark and fade into the smoke of history. It’s hard to walk away from injustice, once you see up close how insidious it is. When Prince Hamlet, the hyper-privileged young heir to the throne, returns to Elsinore from his studies abroad to confront his uncle, the entire Court begins to unravel and Fort sees a rare opportunity to bring them down once and for all. But is she ready to be the “People’s Princess”? And is she willing to pay the price of freedom?

Uproot, Part 2 begins after the Prince has been sent abroad once more by his uncle, presumably to his death. While the rebels struggle to combat King Claudius’ vicious new political regime, they capture a traveling courtier who offers to get them inside Elsinore’s walls: a young man named Laertes. Their shaky alliance with Laertes proves disastrous, however, and Fort begins to prepare her army for a definitive attack on the castle. As she rises to meet the challenge of leading a sprawling, scattered, hopeless, ragtag army to victory, Fort is forced to confront her past and wrestle with her future. Maybe the woman who fights for freedom shouldn’t be the same woman who defines it. Maybe she’s in this war for all the wrong reasons. But is there a right reason?

While Fort’s story is the primary focus of Uproot, her narrative is intercut with glimpses inside Elsinore Inc. (where the characters we know from Hamlet live and breath) AND flashbacks of the origin story between Fortinbras Sr. and Jess.

The main cast of Uproot is as follows:

Women:

FORTINBRAS (“Fort”) CARTWRIGHT (24 y/o) --- The People’s Princess, Commander of the Uproot Army, daughter of the Rebel King & Queen

THEA (40s) --- Secretary of Foreign Affairs and Uproot’s primary diplomat. Fort’s godmother and chief advisor. BAMF.

LEX (25 y/o) --- Spy/intelligence officer for Uproot. Chief military strategist. Fort’s best friend. Literally the smartest person in the play.

URI (18 y/o) --- Hacker. Tech whiz. Child prodigy. Approach at own risk.

GREER (21 y/o) --- Rescued from the Elsinore prison after 10 years in isolation. Bomb-maker. Law-breaker. General anarchist. Falls head over heels for Uri.

GIGI (14 y/o) --- A mute girl who graffitis coded messages to the army all across New Denmark. Joziah’s niece. The Ultimate Hufflepuff.

OPHELIA (21 y/o) --- Member of the Court. Laertes’ sister. A lot angrier than the Court seems to realize.

GERTRUDE (50s) --- Queen of New Denmark. Claudius’ wife and sister-in-law. Hamlet’s mother. Manic depressive and addicted to pain pills.

JESSALYN (“Jess”) --- Fort’s mother. “Rebel Queen.” A lifelong protestor and activist for social justice. Co-Founder of the Uproot Movement. Daredevil.

Men:

JOZIAH (50s) --- Captain of the Green Elite, a black ops team of left-wing extremists that is only marginally loyal to the Uproot cause. Fort’s advisor. Gruff old codger with a heart of gold.

NALEN (24 y/o) --- Medic and surgeon for the army. Fort’s other best friend. Lex’s fiancé. Allergic to violence. Kindness epitomized.

MERYK (26 y/o) --- Member of the Green Elite. Professional assassin. Uri’s highly protective older brother. Drives Fort crazy until he doesn’t.

CLAUDIUS (50s) --- King of New Denmark. Gertrude’s brother-in-law and husband. Hamlet’s uncle. The Bad Guy.

HAMLET (20s) --- Prince of New Denmark. Gertrude’s son. Maybe a pushover or maybe just depressed? 

LAERTES (20s) --- Member of the Court. Ophelia’s older brother. Diplomat for New Denmark. Feisty lil honey badger.

HORATIO (20s) --- Member of the Court. Originally from the Republic of Germany. Met Prince Hamlet at university. Didn’t ask for any of this.

FORTINBRAS CARTWRIGHT Sr. --- Fort’s father. “King of the Weeds.” Founder of the Uproot Movement and its first Commander-in-Chief. Revolutionist. 

Aaaaaand I think that’s it! Hope this is interesting, or at least mildly amusing. :) Love you, ladies. xx Claire

[ameliathejust-blog]

yellow, red

send yellow for some headcanons about our muses.

their first meeting happened by complete accident. she was leading her weekly study group with fellow hufflepuffs in the hogwarts library and he was busy studying for a charms exam. all it took was amelia to make a side comment correcting him on charms theory for the fuse to light. when they saw each other on the qudditch field, things were known to quickly escalate. 

each year, amelia has an entire argument prepared for why evan rosier shouldn’t be one of witch weekly’s most eligible bachelors. for each reason they listed, she had an entire argument disproving their claim. she dreads the september issue of witch weekly, because small talk in the office becomes centered on one of the biggest thorns in her side. all amelia wants is to get the ‘top ten best ways to hide dark circles’, not see a magazine cover of evan rosier winking at her. 

in the mind game they played, one of the unspoken rules was to never break eye contact. the issue with being as intelligent as amelia is that she never forget anything. she always been one to carve control, because success was more likely of an outcome when you’re prepared. yet, she never could explain what happened her fifth year. both her and evan were attending the birthday party for a pureblood heir, some self-indulgent pig from france. her dress was the only fond memory she had of the night. although amelia denies it, there was a moment when her breath was caught in her throat because of her usual stare downs with evan rosier. 

[modern au] amelia bones, one of the ten recipients to be accepted for the prestigious (and exclusive), slughorn fellows program. evan rosier, second year and member of the exclusive board of the slughorn fellows program. only natural for them to be paired together when amelia does her campus tour. atlas, due to a combination of horrendous first impressions and fragile egos, amelia declined to attend the university and chose to attend a rival university. of course, amelia would never tell her parents the true reason why she declined the offer. there was nothing mature about wanting to run evan rosier into the ground, but the first place trophy looked perfect on her bookshelf. 

send red for an honesty post on what my muse dislikes/hates about yours.

it should be natural for amelia to respect someone who could keep up with, but all evan rosier does is frustrate her. despite the composed and down-to-earth reputation she created for herself, she hates how easy it is for evan to get under her skin. she had gone head to head to with actual serial killers before and kept her cool, but something about evan rosier sends all of her nerves on edge. in short, she hates him for the effect he has on her.

contrary to evan’s belief, amelia saw the ministry for what it was. underneath all of its protocols and laws, she saw a system that existed and mutated itself into benefiting the privileged members of wizarding society. the foundations of the their government were slowly crumbling on itself as she learned from the in depth conversations she had with her parents. hufflepuff was built on dedication and fairness, each promotion at the ministry was a result of her hardwork. abolishing an entire system was too radical. twisting its arms with its own laws? easily done for her. hence why nothing infuriates her more than seeing evan rosier play the exact same game as her, only he’s doing it out of self-interest. saving family friends and housemates went against the set of beliefs she held for herself. 

when amelia looked at evan, she is reminded of the inherent issue of sexism within the wizarding world. she remember the looks she received as a child from women when she talked about her goal of becoming the minister of magic. the gazes she got when she wanted to play qudditch with the boys. the whispered conversations of how amelia should try harder to be a proper pureblood girl. she wasn’t blind, she could see that similar traits she shared with evan. though these traits earned him the praise and admiration of society, she was met with her fair share of criticism. obviously, it’s not evan’s fault, but it doesn’t stop amelia from rolling her eyes when she hears the success story of yet another pureblood man. 

#ofrosier #answered; #meme; #( whoops accidentally wrote a novel )

[mxr-bxxr]

power rangers mbti + hogwarts houses

these are based off of the 2017 movie (I only saw it once, i’m seeing it again tomorrow so I may change my mind)

I’m choosing two MBTI types per character since they are in their early developing stages and I really don’t wanna lock them down to just one type

. I also wanna do hybrid hogwarts houses for them bc why tf not

(****SPOILERSSSSS******)

Billy (Blue Ranger): INTP/INFJ House: ravenclaw-hufflepuff

okay, hear me out. on the surface, Billy is the perfect INTP, textbook INTP really (I’m not going into detail of INTP because it’s soooo obvious, so google it if you need) but as his character deepens, I can totally see him in the INFJ role.

Billy is really the heart of the movie, he was the first one to even morph. He really cared about the team , his friends, and especially his father. He seemed like he always needed to have a cause; at the first half of the movie his motivations were led by his dad. Halfway in, his motivations shift to his friends. Deep emotional motivation is a common trait for INFJs.

For now, Billy’s character is an INTP, but if the sequels continue to grow on his character the way it did in this movie, I could see his character as an actual INFJ.

Kimberly (Pink Ranger): ESFJ/ISFP House: slytherin-gryffindor

Kim was really tricky because I think her character shifted throughout the movie once we found out her big secret.

I know she’s a sensor and feeler for a fact. But she comes across as an ambivert.

I chose ESFJ because in the beginning of the movie her social status and acceptance among her friends seemed important to her. ESFJs also dislike being placed outside of their comfort zone, and are not very willing to compromise. I think this trait shines through when Kim didn’t really take responsibility for all the cyber bullying she participated in at first. I mean, she punched her friends boyfriend instead of saying the truth of what really happened. ESFJs are also really good at connecting with others, and I think that really helps her friendship (relationship;;; trimberly for the win lmao) with Trini, since Trini is so closed off.

On the other hand, I can see Kim as an ISFP. An example would be the campfire scene where she’s not willing to open up, but I think that mainly comes from her ESFJ nature with the whole comfort zone, plus she genuinely felt bad for what she did and didn’t want the rangers to shun her now.

So I say ESFJ, but there’s room for the writers to switch her as an ISFP.

Trini (Yellow Ranger): ISFP/ISTP House: gryffindor-hufflepuff

Alrighty, so like a lot of people can argue that she’ll be an ISTP, but I would like to bet money on her being an ISFP who just hides it well . (this one is probably going to be the longest since I found Trini the most fun to type up)

So some ISFP traits: Fiercely independent Have trouble with long term commitment Fluctuating self esteem

If you recall, Trini for the first half of the movie was a lone runner. She literally did not want to be a part of the power rangers and would rather jump over a dangerous cliff than talk to people who show interest in her. ISFPs are private, closed off, and shy/aloof especially when first trying to open up.

She’s independent, because she has no choice but to be since no one in her family will offer support to her.

She has trouble with commitment because she moves like every year, it’s easier to just detach yourself rather than commit to anything if you know it’ll end. Another reason why she ran away from the group at first. I think Trini and Kim’s friendship (relationship) worked out so well because Kim was really the first one to reach out to Trini, starting off with the water bottle scene. It made Trini feel accepted amongst the group and it also made her realize there’s no way out of this commitment so lol shes whipped.

But her self esteem probably takes a blow every day as her parents never accept her, so hence she’s less vocal about actual feelings due to lack of confidence thanks to family trauma.

ISFPs are also known to be sensitive to others, and I think that’s going to play a big roll since she is the yellow ranger, who are naturally loyal. Billy was the heart of the movie, but I think we’ll see trini develop into the glue of the group.

Rita came to Trini in what seemed like a proposal to become evil as she is the outcast and probably the most insecure of the group. But ISFPs are passionate about who they’re close with, they’re independent, stubborn, and won’t take any crap if it comes to the people they’re close with. Trini cares for her friends and feels accepted by them for once, so there’s no way she would turn dark on them. ISFPs have like magnified emotions (especially under stress), they’re whipped af. In fiction, ISFPs only turn dark if their motives are dedicated to the people they are close to (dean Winchester or Anakin skywalker would be a good example). I could picture Trini flirting with dark choices only if she had to do it to save her friends.

As for ISTP trini. One could argue that she is an ISTP because they are:

closed off, stubborn, and have a fear of commitment.

But those are really the same reasons I put her down as an ISFP. I think throughout the movie, you can clearly see her opening up. If anything, Trini is a damaged ISFP thanks to her upbringing, so she’s a little rough around the edges. But throughout the movie you see her opening up and shining like a feisty little ISFP.

Jason (Red Ranger): ENFJ/ENTJ house: Gryffindor-slytherin

Jason isn’t the obnoxious commander leader type, he’s got a soft side.

He’s a natural leader, he’s selfless ( to a fault), a reliable team player. He’s altruistic and has a desire to do good.

But…isn’t Jason too much of a rebel to  be an ENFJ?

I would vote no, Jason was in a bad place at the first part of the movie. His injury took away from his identity as a person, and he couldn’t fill that void so he acted out.

He finds himself and his purpose once again when he becomes a power ranger. He was the first one to take the job seriously, he is the leader. He’ll take responsibility for anything that goes wrong, and he’ll beat himself up for it, (Like Billy dying).

Zach (Black Ranger): ENFP/ENTP house: hufflepuff-gyffindor

Zach’s crazy, creative, and really fun. But I love that they made him a really deep and observant character too!! Like, he was the first to ask Trini about “girlfriend” problems.

His care for his mother really speaks throughout the entire movie. He’s the comic relief but he has a lot of depth, so I think ENFP is really textbook for him.

So yea, that’s about it. I’ve only seen the movie once, but this is what I’ve gathered. I’m going to see it again tomorrow + i’m reading the new comic soon, so i’ll update this if I change my mind. Hopefully, I can make it more in depth for the rest of the characters. I just really focused on Trini throughout most of the movie, lol oops.

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#power rangers #power rangers 2017 #mbti #isfp #istp #enfp #entp #entj #enfj #esfj #intp #infj #billy cranston #kimberly hart #trini kwan #trini gomez #trini #jason scott #zach taylor

[maybesunny]

I got tagged by @sealingdesigneejosephine

Name: Jethro

Gender: Male

Starsign: Leo BOIII

Height: Like around 5′7? That’s a guess lol

Time right now: 2:42 PM

Last thing I googled: “Gorillaz Ascension Lyrics” lmao

Favourite bands: Do not make me choose. I’m shifting all the time but some especially good ones are Gorillaz, Iron and Wine, Caravan Palace, Tally Hall, Panic! At the Disco.... The list goes on.

Favourite solo artists: Man this is the same problem! I love Amanda Palmer, Ingrid Michaelson, Tessa Violet.... Etc etc

Song stuck in my head: After talking about Amanda Palmer it’s “Runs in the Family” by her, but before that it was... Ascension by Gorillaz :P

Last movie I watched: Fuuuck if I know. Silence of the Lambs maybe?

Last TV show I watched: Samurai Jack lmao

When did you create your blog: Uhh like late 2014 I think?

What do you post on your blog: Shitposts, memes, my own videos (they’re practically the first two cateogories though), game stuff, and obscure references.

When did your blog reach its peak: Do people have peaks on their blog?? What does that even mean? I had a popular post like once? Is that it?

Do you have any other blogs?: Yeah... I have a personal (AND VERY NSFW) blog at @a-lack-thereof. Check it out I guess?

Do you get asks regularly: No lmao I haven’t had a legitimate serious ask in probably half a year

Why you chose your URL: You know the throat of the world in Skyrim? The biggest mountain? Well apparently only Dragons and the Dragonborn can reach the top. Despite that, you can find a plethora of mountain goats that have claimed that territory above all odds. The only explanation is that they’re dragon-goats. Hence, Dovahbilly.

Following: 289

Posts: 42,980 as of this post

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff (who’s surprised)

Pokemon Team: Mystic wtf is there even a fuckin question there

Favourite colours: Red, purple. Fun fact, I’m colourblind and can’t even see those colours properly.

Average hours of sleep: If I told you that I would have to factor in some crazy ass variation.

Lucky numbers: I don’t really have any

Favourite Manga characters: I have literally only read two Mangas, one is Naruto and the other is +Anima, a manga I have never ever heard anyone say anything about. My favourite characters would be the main ones from that, I guess.

How many blankets do you sleep with?: Boy sometimes I roll with just one sheet or sometimes i roll with a doona, or sometimes if i’m feeling frisky I go with both or if I need more I’ll sleep with a doona and a soft red blanket and MAN IF I’M FEELIN REALLY FUCKED UP I’M GONNA GO WITH ALL THREE COS YOU DON’T FUCK WITH ME

Dream job: Level design or director in video game design. But this is slowly seeming more and more unrealistic to me.

Dream trip: America to see @softmossgoddess lol

Speaking of @softmossgoddess, consider yourself tagging motherhecker. Jose you tagged literally everyone else I would’ve tagged so that’s it lmao

#me #dovahbilly