#cedar the apprentice

[epoch-smog]

I erased all my stuff from my computer reboot but some stuff got saved through CSP cloud. I found this in the saved files for some reason.

I stole the original image from arcana reddit like 2 years ago and scribbled the concept of it. I decided "why not, I'll clean this up" and so here we go.

to a successful computer reboot

#arcana shitpost #Cedar the apprentice #asra alnazar #muriel of the kokhuri #nadia satrivana #portia devorak #julian devorak #lucio #count lucio #art process #sketch scraps

[inkingpink]

cedar and muriel

#basil ask #cedar the apprentice #muriel of the kokhuri #shitpost #muriel the mountain man

[zvmz]

Something I can’t get off my mind…. eah Jedi au

#Raven and apple giving ahsoka and barriss energy #and just…nightsister turned Jedi raven? princess/senators daughter turned Jedi apple? #temple guard Dexter in the shadow of his Jedi warrior siblings #temple guard Dexter having a crush on the purple haired Jedi who only seems to be at the temple once every few months in between missions #ashlynn and Hunter both Jedi chronicles sent on multiple missions….alone……..together………having to defend each other against thugs #ashlynn and Hunter breaking the code and forming a secret attachment to each other #lizzie constantly battling the dark side cuz anger issues #togruta Kitty… u see my vision #duchess falling to the dark side and sparrow having to fight her #Sith (apprentice to EQ) Faybelle falling for the Jedi she was supposed to kill #briar bringing Faybelle back into the light #cedar teaching younglings to meditate #Lizzie caring for the temple garden #daring crashing every ship he pilots and somehow surviving every time #force deity Cupid (like the father) #half loth-wolves cerise and Ramona (don’t question it?) #maddie being a great Jedi but not taken seriously enough to move passed apprenticeship #DO YOU SEE MY VISION #eah #ever after high #raven queen #apple white #lizzie hearts #briar beauty #madeline hatter #daring charming #cerise hood #ashlynn ella

[wiltingdecay]

I haven't thought of cedar's familiar at all but a BNUUY def seems appropriate

I just never really thought too hard about the familiar aspect in magicing and fiction nsndkkckf

yeah i get it!! i honestly forget that familiars are meant to have magic of their own, i just see them as funny little guys with telepathic communication and longer lifespans than regular animals

cedar with their own little bnuuy would be so cute 🥺🥺🥺 one like this maybe

#asks #epoch-smog #apprentice cedar

[wispstalk]

bruma vignettes

Bruma in spring: The roads, clear of snow for the first time in months, offer no easy passing. The forested slopes soak up meltwater; the roads turn to mush, rutted deep with wagon-tracks, the movement of herds to fresh pastures where the grass bursts from the sleeping soil.

The Hero of Kvatch and his apprentice go out ranging. Looking for sinister signs among this flurry of movement: reddening skies, whiffs of sulfur. Combing the wilderness for arches of black stone, witnessed only by themselves and the hawks. One erupts from the spongy ground of a pristine glade, turning it hard and cracked and burnt. Sparrows and stags and pine martens flee. The two hunters enter.

After the gate falls, the Hero of Kvatch stalks back to the trail. No one is faster than his apprentice, but his long legs outpace her. Absorbed in his brooding, he vanishes around the hairpin turns that snap back and forth across the mountain.

She finds him waiting for her on a rocky ledge that punches a gap in the masses of trees. A nice view of the valley below. He’s chewing something. Holds out his hand: a spruce tip, such a bright green it seems to glow with reckless optimism.

For fending off scurvy and spring sicknesses, he tells her. That is the lens through which he sees the world: its ailments. He sets about filling his hip pouch with the buds, claims it makes a pleasant tea. Raw and fresh, the initial taste is bitter, the texture like soft caterpillar legs dancing over her tongue. She almost spits it out. Endures. Savors the reward of subtle earth and spice that lingers in her mouth, all the way to the temple.

—

Bruma in summer: Sweltering days giving way to cool nights. No one quite knows how to dress themselves. Pile on layers, peel them off, odd assemblies of thick woolen shawls and trousers hacked off at the knee. Sticky, fragrant shade beneath the bowed branches of the laurels; sere fields and pastures where they have been cleared away. The sun makes lazy exits and the markets become livelier in the evenings once the breeze kicks up. Music and chatter drifting from tavern doors, flung open wide.

—

Bruma in autumn: A storm surges up from the balmy Abecean. The Jeralls turn their backs and let it blow itself out. Pounding rain recruits cold and wind on its way north, turns to hail: the lash of Kynareth or a tribute to the stone.

Down in the foothills, the trees throw out one last defiant burst of color. Clad like festival dancers, they form a circle around the valley with all its smoking chimneys, a sort of reverse bonfire. They shed their red and gold finery in tantalizing pieces. Naked grey branches, stoic in the wake of their revels, keep weary watch over the houses nestled in the cradle of the mountains.

Peer through the windows of those houses, glowing gold with lantern-light. See that there are harvests on the tables within, despite everything.

—

Bruma in winter: There is a path, hidden by hemlock branches and the bare skeletons of wormwood, that carves its way into the sky. Now it is so clogged with snow that those who walk it must wear bearpaws of bent willow and tie trailing sprays of pine to their packs to mask their footsteps.

When the snow-haze lifts, the temple in the sky can almost be seen. A determined eye might catch a rocky ledge where the shapes are a bit too regular. The temple meets that gaze with indifference: any challenger must first survive the climb.

Within Cloud Ruler, there is safety and boredom. The Blades spread crushed rock on the icy battlements, in part to make their patrols less perilous, and in part for something to do. The heir to the throne is a fixture in the great hall. His eyes grow shadowy as the long nights, his hands stain with ink, the cedar smoke of the hearth sinks into his hair and the roughness of his rare-used voice.

He realizes that it has been days, or weeks, or— some time since he has been out to greet the sun. Its wan light feels like a cruel mirror. But he goes around gathering up armor against the biting wind: a shirt that smells of a friend, smoke and sweat and horse and iron. A bearskin coat over that, and an old worn blanket of checked wool.

His slippered feet are unsteady on the hard-packed ice despite the gravel. He makes it to the battlements, stares down at the expanse of grey and white that yawns beneath him. Snaps an icicle the length of his arm off the ledge of the wall. Holds it up, considers the way it gathers up enough wan light to glitter.

He hucks it, like a spear, at a crooked spruce that clings to the downslope. The tree shudders and drops its burden of snow. The shatter and soft thump are amplified, bouncing off rock faces, and a patch of snow shifts and slides until it comes to rest against a boulder.

He lets out a soft curse and a laugh. Careless. Petulant. All the snow that mantles these moutains could be brought down, perhaps by a shout of anguish or frustration or sheer bafflement. The heir to the empire has had enough of inviting catastrophe. He knows how to take pleasure in a little peace and quiet.

White peaks scrape holes in a matching sky and vanish into them. These austere mountains have borne the cold for countless turns of the season, before there were people to do any counting. They will weather more yet.

#trying to get out of these characters heads a bit and failing lol #i just CANNOT purge oblivion from my system i need to be leeched #tes oblivion #martin septim #hero of kvatch #oc: tanis #oc: coradri #ray writes

[bonefall]

are there any common cat illnesses not mentioned in the book that you’re thinking of adding? like ringworm for example

I definitely want more sinus infections and stomach problems. Cat respiratory systems are suuuuper sensitive and they're eating a lot of wild animals, so whenever an outbreak of Generic Illness isn't supposed to be particularly serious, I want it to be sinus infections and bad prey.

In general I'd like to make Color Cough something that's more of a threat, and a sign to get serious.

Ringworm and mange would also be nice things to see; more skin conditions requiring types of ointments.

Lastly: Parasites. This is going under a cut because I know these can strike an extra nerve

I think keeping parasites at bay is exactly the sort of luxury that I'd like to see the cats grappling with.

Fleas, Salt

Fleas are unavoidable in the forest, BUT you can reduce their numbers with oil applications, planting lots of lavender and mint, and using fresh cedar chips as flooring. These are all just really fun to think about.

Salt is the number 1 flea killer, bar none, so I think I would like to treat myself to writing a literal beach episode so some cats can go collect it. Wouldn't you guys go NUTS for Bonefall Po3 Beach Episode?? All the apprentices taking a trip to the beach to collect salt and de-flea-ing in the water??? GOD it would be so much fun to write

Intestinal Parasites and Cooking

Tapeworms and roundworms are also interesting... and one of the reasons I would actually enjoy adding a cooking mechanic to the Clans. It would be something that traveling cats and young apprentices are prone to, because they're chancing raw meat.

It would also immediately solve the way that over time, the books have decided that you don't eat outside of camp. What started as a rule that you feed kits and elders first has become a ban on eating-while-patrolling at all, even if the Clan's perfectly well fed.

I think it would make more sense that it has to be taken home to be properly prepared so you don't catch tapeworms, ESPECIALLY for queens who want to start trying for kittens, as roundworms can pass from mother-to-child via milk.

Plus then there could be cats who just prefer raw food and can get chewed out for it when they Mysteriously have recurring stomach problems.

#But anyway the beach episode thing is the most important takeaway from this post lmao #Spending a couple days collecting sea salt #Maybe visiting Midnight while they're there #Parasites #CW parasites #CW illness #CW infection #cw medical stuff #Clan Culture #Bonefall Rewrite

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Misc Rewrite Character Fun Facts Part 1

1. Blackstar and his littermates are younger in this rewrite, having finished growing up under Brokenstar’s deputyship. This makes Blackstar’s susceptibility to being influenced by strong figures and being a Tigerstar Apologist make more sense (at least to me) because he has literally never known any better.

2. Onestar was named Onekit by his mother because she struggled a lot while conceiving, and he was her only kit who was successfully born. So she named him that as a form of celebration.

3. Similar to his prefix’s animal namesake, Pigeonflight isn't a particularly clever cat

4. Darkstripe and Graystripe have the same sire despite being from different litters and their mother Willowmoon not having a confirmed mate for the time she was pregnant. No one but Willowmoon knows who they are, but the one thing that is for relative certain is they were a kittypet

5. Magpiefur always was a bit cantankerous, but after his mate Featherfoot died, he became reclusive and hostile towards everyone except for his daughter Ashfoot.

6. Heronflight’s paralysis was caused by an adder bite they received while scouting Sunningrocks.

7. Ashfoot got her suffix for her deceased mother Featherfoot, as that suffix was common among Featherfoot’s family.

8. Cedarpelt and his brother Marshcloud never had any idea that they were half-clan, believing like the rest of the Clan that they were the kits of their mother and a loner (though it was a miracle that no one realized… Marsh and Cedar aren't RiverClan names).

9. Tangleburr was one of Brokenstar’s biggest supporters despite having bullied him severely as a kit, to the point of enthusiastically killing her own mother Lizardstripe alongside him on his orders.

10. Deerfoot feels like Brokenstar’s psychopathic personality is his and Tangleburr’s fault since they bullied him so badly in the past. He viewed the suffering Brokenstar caused to be his and ShadowClan’s rightful punishment for their actions and thus did nothing to try to help his clanmates during that time.

11. Blizzardwing was born almost completely black with only a little white but he developed vitiligo and is now entirely white. He began getting flecks of white in his pelt around apprentice age, which is when he was renamed to Blizzardpaw because the flecks looked like snowflakes in his fur

12. Similarly to his mate Lizardstripe, Mudfoot didn't want kits. He begrudgingly took to raising their kits after she refused to interact with them once they became apprentices. He cared for Brokentail the least, seeing him as not being his responsibility or even as his son at all.

13. Flintfang was so distraught by his nephew and apprentice Badgerpaw’s tragic death that he refused to ever take another apprentice again, even after Brokenstar was removed from power.

14. “Clawface” is just a nickname granted to Duskface by cats from other Clans (and even in his own) for his horrifically scared appearance as a result of fighting many battles.

15. Mosspaw was Fritillarycloud’s apprentice who she was extremely close to, almost to the point of being his mother. 

16. Cloudyspots’ constant cold-like symptoms are a combination of bad seasonal allergies and a very weak immune system

17. Brokenstar actually wanted to be a Medicine Cat when he was a kit

18. While Bouldercrush was forced to take a Warrior Name when he joined ShadowClan, he still predominantly goes by his old Coven name Boulder and most cats (even in the Clans) just call him that anyway.

19. While she was assigned to be Tawnypaw’s mentor, Willowmoon wasn't very kind to her, unable to see her as anything other than the near-lookalike kit of the cat that manipulated her eldest son to nearly kill her daughter and destroyed her family. She regrets this in the future but she dies before she can apologize to Tawnystar. 

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats rewrite #blackstar #onestar #pigeonflight #darkstripe #graystripe #willowmoon (willowpelt) #magpiefur (crowfur) #featherfoot (oc) #heronflight (oc) #ashfoot #cedarpelt #marshcloud #tangleburr #brokenstar #lizardstripe #deerfoot #blizzardwing #mudfoot #flintfang #badgerpaw (badgerfang) #duskface (clawface) #mosspaw #fritillarycloud (dawncloud) #cloudyspots (runningnose) #bouldercrush (boulder) #tawnystar (tawnypelt)

[jjungkookislife]

Butterfly Tattoo Studio Ch. 2 Preview!

pairing: apprentice!Taehyung x f. reader

genre: S2L, future poly au, smut [18+]

wc: tba

warnings: mention of piercings, more to be announced at time of posting

Coming June 4, 2022 @ 4pm CDT

“Sorry, doll,” he gets your attention, still chewing on his gum. “Hoseok has a list of clients a mile long today.” 

You look to the waiting room and see at least six people waiting. You forget they always welcome walk-ins. 

“I’m sure I can squeeze you in before his next client,” Jimin says as he looks at his list for a moment. He ignores when the curly-haired man pokes him in the side. After a few more incessant pokes, Jimin huffs. He glares at the man and then gives you a friendly, flirty smile that has your heart fluttering. 

“Or Taehyung, here, can take you with him,” Jimin finally grits as he points to Taehyung. “Tae’s our apprentice.”

“You’re in good hands with me, doll,” Taehyung licks his lips as he walks around the desk to stand near you. You can smell his cologne, a cedar scent with a hint of citrus, and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Fuck, you were a sucker for a good-smelling man. 

“Won’t Hoseok be upset?” You turn to ask Jimin, who’s leaning forward with his chin cradled in his hands. 

Jimin smirks. “Hoseok isn’t bothered by sharing with us. He’ll still see you after your piercings are done, and I’m sure he’d be glad if Tae got some new experience. Don’t worry, pretty, Hoseok isn’t unaccustomed to sharing. In fact, he enjoys it.”

You miss the look Taehyung and Jimin exchange as you nod. “Come with me, baby.”

please don’t be a silent reader! ♡ if you liked it, please let me know! 💌

#butterfly tattoo studio jjk #butterfly tattoo studio fic #taehyung x reader insert #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #piercer!taehyung #apprentice!taehyung

[kittypets-unite-au]

Worldbuilding Tidbits: ThunderClan Territory

General description: ThunderClan calls the thick, rich forest in the southeast. Trees include alders, oaks, beechs, birchs, aspens, cedars, elms, maples, and sycamores. Undergrowth includes holly bushes, honeysuckles, laurels, dogwood, witch hazel, hemlocks, ferns, bracken, lilacs, dandelions, daffodils, wintergreens, boxwoods, peonies, thorns, vines, moss, poppies, and brambles. The canopy is fairly thick, but not so much that sunlight is blocked out, and streams that branch out from the river help moisturize the plants. Towards the thunderpath that cuts between ThunderClan and ShadowClan, the land becomes rocky and steep, as the road inclines from a mountain.

Camp: A shallow, sandy ravine that’s shaded by a thick canopy. The dens are made of cave in the camp walls, burrows, and bushes intertwined with brambles and vines

Common prey: Mice, voles, shrews, blackbirds, starlings, magpies, sparrows, robins, cardinals, bluejays, grackles, grouse, pheasants, doves, pigeons, woodpeckers

Rare prey: Turkeys, falcons, hawks, eagles, ducks, rabbits, moorhens, eggs

Common threats: Coyotes, falling branches, foxes (they usually only target lone apprentices or kits, but they become a lot more aggressive and desperate in the winter), badgers (usually only if you're stupid enough to bother them, but they also like to go after lone or inexperienced apprentices), adders at snakerocks, wild dogs

Landmarks:

The Owl Tree is a tall poplar with a hollow in the middle of the trunk. Generations of owls have lived there as it’s close to mouse nests, and warriors usually follow the current tenant to find easy prey.

The Sandy Hollow is a hollow in the land that’s filled with soft, sandy dirt. It’s used as a place for apprentices to practice battle moves since the dirt is soft enough to not hurt upon impacting it

The Tunnel is a tunnel below the thunderpath that ShadowClan uses to get to and from gatherings. ThunderClan doesn’t mind this as long as they just use the tunnel for that purpose, but there is some hostility over the herb that grows there, Milkweed. Since it’s rare to find and is very beneficial for nursing queens, there’s been quite a few border scraps over who gets the herbs

The Shaded Brook is a narrow stream that branches off from the river. It gains its name due to the amount of overhanging, ferns, bracken, and mullien growing here. Cats come to get a drink of water and druids come here to gather herbs.

Sunningrocks is a contested piece of territory between ThunderClan and RiverClan that’s placed right by the river on the edge of ThunderClan territory. It’s not only a good place to sun, but it’s a good place for mice and water voles to nest between the rocks, making it a good hunting spot. However, the main reason it’s so fought over is because of land rights.The patch of land that Sunningrocks rests on used to belong to RiverClan when it was an island, but slowly the river grew smaller, leaving the rocks on ThunderClan’s territory. And they’ve bickered and battled over it since

Adjacent to Sunningrocks are wide expanses of meadows. They don't have an official name, but they're a popular date spot due to the sheer amount of colorful wildflowers and the clear view of the sky

The Alder Grove a patch of the forest filled with, you guessed it, alders. The thick canopy provides plentiful shade and the leaf litter is very soft. Friend groups like to hang around here and it's not uncommon to see cats wrestling in the thick leaf carpet

Tallpines is the only place in the forest where pine trees are plentiful. Every three summers the tree-eaters cut down the trees and take them to the treecutplace, but between those periods, it’s a good spot for prey.

The Treecutplace is where the pines from Tallpines are brought to be cut up for twoleg use. It’s usually avoided due to being so close to twoleg areas

The Twolegplace is a small yet bustling town. Warriors rarely go anywhere near the border, let alone in the town. The town borders the forests with a tall fence.

Snakerocks is a pile of rocks that is much like sunningrocks, but the stones are much steeper and bigger. Many herbs like Dill, Goldenseal, Peppermint, and Echinacea grow here, but the rocks are also swarmed with adders. It’s best to keep younger apprentices from here, as they don’t know the danger yet.

The Great Sycamore is the tallest, oldest tree in the territory, and is used by apprentices to see if someone is chicken by daring the newest apprentices to climb to the very top of the branches.

The Abandoned Cabin is an old, run down log cabin that has been overgrown with moss, vines, and other plants, including a birch growing right in the center. It’s considered a sacred place by the ThunderClan druids as it’s a good place to grow herbs

The Thunderpath is a long, busy road that separates ThunderClan territory from ShadowClan. It’s considered very dangerous since it’s usually very busy, so most cats avoid it

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #warrior cats rewrite #warrior cats fanfic #worldbuilding #warriorcatsau

[the-iron-orchid]

Apprenticember, Day 31

Name another mc you read about and enjoyed! Shout out your favorite mc!

We did it lads, we made it through! Thanks again to @ghoulfriendfangs for organizing the event!

Man, there are so many good MCs and OCs out there, I can't possibly name them all! But I will give a shoutout to the Squad and some folks I interact with on the regular:

Donna ( @bottomvalerius ) - the very first MC to interact with us when we were new to the fandom, so this little guy holds a special place!

Lua and Aleis ( @luasworkshop and @fullyfunctionalapprentice ) - TWOFER TUESDAY

Iaaaaaaa ( @xx-sharpfawngz-xx ) - the funkiest of Little Guys, we love them sm

Vida ( @apprenticevida ) - I hope the Life Stuff lets you join us again soon!

Ell'iandyr - ( @foxfirefallout ) - they may be a bundle of nerves but they deserve to have A Nice Time, ok?

Franquelin ( @jellyfish-and-therapy ) - glad to see you getting the info on them out there, and looking forward to seeing more!

Jin/Cedar ( @epoch-smog ) - may that shitpost energy never fail you, we love to see it!

Arsenic ( @arsenicxarcana ) - highly respected Goatman main, if you know me that says A Lot!

Rosie ( @drustvar ) - Chaos knows Chaos when it sees it lmao, it's been fun to read more about her!

Misery ( @misery-lake ) - THEY PAY ME IN WOIMS with a side dish of Destroy That Old Man

Bastien ( @daisydevorak ) - he may not be an Apprentice anymore (tho iirc he did start out as one), but Dragon Himbo deserves an Honorable Mention! 🐲

The list goes on, but my poor little overtaxed brain is at its limit rn, if our MCs have interacted then ilu 💜

#apprenticember

[cryptidclaw]

Shadow Order Allegiances; Arc #1, Ending

Note: cycle = year, moon = month, Hyrs = Human years; I tried to list the cats under each category in order of oldest to youngest.

Shadow Order

Leader:

Star Vulturemask (Blackfoot) - large, short furred white tom with black fur on his face, huge jet-black paws and yellow eyes. He has a black leader’s mark: a diamond star shaped marking on a leader’s chest. (6 cycles, 4 moons; ~41 Hyrs)

Second:

Russetdog (fur)- short furred, dark ginger tabby molly with green eyes. (5 cycles, 6 moons; 38 Hyrs)

Healer(s):

Coldnose - small, long furred gray and white tom with orange eyes. (6 cycles; 40 Hyrs)

Apprentice: Littlecloud - small, short furred, brown tabby tom with blue eyes. (2 cycles, 2 moons; ~24 Hyrs)

Hunt Charge:

Snaketail - Long furred, dark brown tom with a tabby striped tail and yellow-green eyes. (7 cycles, 1 moon; ~44 Hyrs)

Guard Charge:

Tangleburr- long furred gray and brown molly with green eyes. (3 cycle, 2 moons; ~28 Hyrs)

Apprentice: Rowan

Warriors:

Fernshade- short furred, tortoiseshell molly with yellow eyes. (6 cycles, 4 moons; ~41 Hyrs)

Apprentice: Snow

Stumpytail - Short furred brown tom with green eyes and a short tail. (3 cycles, 10 moons; ~31 Hyrs)

Apprentice: Rat

Wetfoot - short furred gray spotted tabby tom with green eyes. (2 cycles, 2 moons; ~24 Hyrs)

Volewhisper - short furred, light brown tom with a scarred leg and yellow eye. (2 cycles, 1 moon; ~24 Hyrs)

Apprentice: Cedar

Swampfur - Short furred, gray- brown tom with green eyes. (1 cycle, 10 moons; ~23 Hyrs)

Apprentice: Tawny

Kinkwhisker (fur) - Long furred, dark gray tabby molly with fur that sticks out at all angles and yellow eyes. (1 cycle, 4 moons; ~22 Hyrs)

Caretakers:

Dawncloud - short furred, pale ginger tabby molly with blue eyes. (10 cycles, 7 moons; ~58 Hyrs)

Newtspeck - small black and ginger tortoiseshell molly with yellow eyes. (4 cycles, 4 moons; ~33 Hyrs)

Whitewater - Long furred, white molly with yellow eyes, and one cloudy blind eye. (1 cycle; 21 Hyrs)

Apprentices:

Snow (bird) - Long furred, white molly with green eyes. (10 moons; 14 Hyrs)

Rat (scar) - Long furred, dark brown tom with green eyes. (10 moons; 14 Hyrs)

Tawnyclaw (claw)- long furred golden and dark brown tabby tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes. (8 moons; 12 Hyrs)

Cedar (dust) - short furred, dark gray almost black tom with yellow eyes. (6 moons; 10 Hyrs)

Rowan (tooth) - Short furred, dark ginger tabby tom with amber eyes. (6 moons; 10 Hyrs)

Queens:

Tallpoppy - short furred, long legged, light brown tabby molly. (1 cycle, 11 moons; ~23 Hyrs)

Kits: Turtle (2 moons)

Elders:

Redberry - short furred, cream and reddish brown molly with amber eyes. (12 cycles, 5 moons; ~66 Hyrs)

Darkflower- short furred black molly. (11 cycles, 3 moons; 61 Hyrs)

Boulder - Big, short furred, gray tabby tom with torn ears and blue eyes. (11 cycles; 60 Hyrs)

Wolfstep - short furred gray tom with a torn ear and yellow eyes. Retired early due to injury. (8 cycles, 5 moons; ~50 Hyrs)

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #warrior cats #warriors au #Shadowclan #shadowclan allegiances #TPB #the prophecies begin

[epoch-smog]

I haven't played the routes in a long time but i remember pieces of it.

Here's what would happen with Cedar

#from phone #cedar the apprentice #too tired for a rewrite or good doodle of this idea i think scribbles show better at the hymor im trying to convey

[inkingpink]

cedar during the gladiator scene in asra's route

cedar is there to support

#basil ask #cedar the apprentice #sorry maybe a proper gladiator redraw later

[starclanz]

If you are to sit at the edge of the sky above

And you stare at the cats, long, and loved,

Gathered and living strong within a cliffside basin

You will meet the Pebbleclan cats

They look at the stars: purring in joy

Their hope is based in a small mewling kit

The queen is outstretched with fourkit

Named for the three that died before.

Ignored, and standing replaced, is the paw to later be 

Stoneflower

And these are his life and times.

You may have heard rumors about this terrible cat

Terrible, or horrible, adorable, or just stoneflower

Some may proclaim him to be sour

He was misunderstood some explain 

Rarely should they be accepted as sane.

Stoneflower was not a monster

He was of average size

Stoneflower was the leader’s foster

Don’t believe all the chatter:

He was a cat; he was found under a cedar.

Stoneflower was a wandering 'paw. 

He spent much time wondering the stars

So Silverstar, being very smart, kept him by his side

And with all his heart, swept him under his wing

Stonepaw was quite the hunter

Though his mind was often more focused on something

Something else so small, he'd forget to bite

The scrawling prey crying like a locus

It would twist around and fall right out of his jaws

Perhaps, said the elderly healer Vastfeather

He is meant to be found for a realer role

But Stonepaw couldn't speak to the stars above

He stared back into the darkness; he was to meet me instead.

Hi young paw, what's your law?

Afraid of what a cat like me could do?

Relax, come on, hear the crow caw

Believe me when I can say I could make your dreams come true.

I don't have much dreams

I don't see a crow 

And I think maybe I should go

I don't recognize you.

Are you someone I should know?

My name is Rabbistripe

Let me exercise your mind

I'm a curse

And you're my number one

I doubt you're a curse

But again, I have no dreams

I bet I'm much worse

Wait. If you could,

Would you tell me where I'm meant to be?

I couldn't tell as such!

But I can let you know where you're meant to go

And if you listen, though I know you won't

I can give you dreams

Or I can make it seem

Like your nightmares are going to hasten

And break you in two.

That's not necessary

That's not right

If I'm meant to go

Am I meant to fight?

So the apprentice went to his father

Who sat with his queen and kit

Tired in the moment of the stonepaw menace

"Stonepaw, sit, what's on your mind?

That look on your face, you look like a fiend."

Stonepaw tipped his head, and fired off,

"I want to fight. I want a battle."

Silverstar outstretched, "You're young." He rattled, "but, alright."

The Pebbleclan cats had long been in skirmish

With a group of rogues based away the basin

They lived in big bin

Next to an abandoned chicken coop

Their pelts were thin

And their fur the color of sand

Silverstar gathered the clan cats

or at least all the strongest ones

The ones that mattered

And Stonepaw

Stonepaw longed to see the land

And Silverstar began his speech to his humble cats

"We will sit outside the tree!

We will tumble and rumble

Make noises and ride it out

Until the rogues come to see

Their choices will be dumb.

And we'll have won!"

Silverstar, sleek and sure he was speaking for the voices

Of the stars above, 

let out a mighty purr,

"See, my cats, to battle is to rattle

The cats must be swept off their paws

we must be as frightening as bats

they're just as adept

But what makes us different, and this is a must–"

The cats tipped their head, as Silverstar closed his eyes, and no cat spoke, except for silly stonepaw, who cried, 

StarClan is who we trust!

"Stonepaw, shush!" Silverstar said.

Stonepaw's ears pinned, and remained even as they found the tree

He felt a strange sense of dread.

Silverstar softened and lead Stonepaw, and the kit now Fourpaw, away to a trench,

"Pray, over this prey." He said, "My sons. It is what I always do, and I would like for you to do too."

They pressed their bodies together in the mud,

and Stonepaw felt their warmth, 

as they began to say,

"Oh, StarClan. Let us succeed.

Oh, StarClan, save the damned."

But as his father and his brother kept their eyes closed

Stonepaw couldn't find it in him to rave,

He just stared out, and he saw me, in kind.

"I will live for your glory!" meowed Fourpaw

"I will try not to make you sorry." Said Stonepaw.

the cats sat by the tree all day

The heat so hot they wished they could swim

Until they could see the sand colored cats coming their way.

The battle was bloody

attacking the cats like they were rats

And all the while, Stonepaw thought

Even as he fought

Did they really want him dead?

Well, poor Stonepaw proved that to himself

and silly as it was, he was dragged back to the bin

by a tall soft tom, whose long tail sagged,

And who was seeing red.

"May you be an example.

may your clan know what they've done wrong

but, enough with the preamble." Said the tom,

"hear the bird's song."

All Stonepaw heard was the crow caw

As he was lead to the edge of the camp

Leaning over the pool of dark muddy water

the rocks so covered in moss it was like they had fur

He was on the edge, about to be drowned,

When Briarpaw, pelt of stars, appeared to him,

Briarpaw, my kit of a brother

Drowned in the water

Moons ago

And so stars dropped from his pelt

And gathered by his eyes and the permanent welts as he wandered the territories

Saving all he could

Or at least all that should

From drowning with a burst of inspiration

And he dared to say to Stonepaw, shocked by his stars,

Hey kit, don't be scared

Hold your breath, dive right in

Swim swim swim, until you're within

A river or stream as fast and sweet

as the air in which you'll need to breathe

And he looked me in the eyes

And he hooked his claws 

And he swung around

Slapped the tom with the palm of his paw

blood welling right up

and then he booked it

Into the water

Learned to swim

until he knew he could win

Rising in the bog

Just as the sky filled with morning fog

Stonepaw stepped out into the clearing

His body thin: his ribs very visible

He found the clan cats mourning 

And why?

Stonepaw was back!

Though his pawsteps were wary

And well older now, 

His shaggy fur dull

Fourpaw, now Fourbeam

gleamed at the sight of his brother

Licking his ear,

And carrying him to the boulder in the center of camp

Free from fear, Stonepaw rested for half a moon

till Silverstar entered.

"My son, your foolish behavior nearly got you killed. But, thanks to the savior of StarClan, you returned, and so I think you've earned…"

A flower able to burst from a rock

It's roots finding their way through cracks

Searching for ways to quench their first

it's petals shooting up to the sun, trying to stay on the colorful track

A flower in the stone is full of power, it's pushed its way through the impossible, but it remains completely alone,

and a single flower often looks much duller,

But nonetheless the flower has survived

And perhaps, with a burst of wind to carry some pollen

It may even thrive

So our young stonepaw gained his name, Stoneflower, for the miracle that gave him fame.

Stoneflower was now very glorious

and the cats decided to take him serious

Though he still could not hunt

Or speak to the stars

Or fight 

and as the sun lightened and dimmed

Moons carried him to mediocrity

Poor Stoneflower, his glory died too soon!

Cats looked at him with disappointment:

He lived and for why?

He may have been more wonderful if he died

He lived for his clan, but his clan can without him

Poor Stoneflower, he can't do anything right

Hour after hour, he stuck by the side

He was in a rut:

Where was he meant to go now?

And we met again, we began to confide

You could bother to bow to me, kit

After all, I was the one who sent you back

You're hiding in this dark den

Waiting for me.

Rabbistripe, it's a funny thing

I'm not sure what to do 

Even as we sit sunning

I'm sitting far away

From the other cats

I don't know why I find it so hard

Well kit there's more for you

You've gotta get going, see something new

There's more stars passed the clan

Passed the twolegs, too, in the bottom of a ravine

There's something to be seen,

If you'd only listen to this task,

Though the walks a little far

Stoneflower returned to his father.

Who sat in cool moonlight, looking out over the cats, but before Stoneflower could make his case, 

"Vastfeather has seen something, and I believe it may be right for you." Said Silverstar,

with a shiver, "To see if StarClan can be reached, in a river, in a stream, at the bottom of a ravine. Though you are not a superb healer, and hunting is not your sorting, I mean to say, perhaps travel is your forte, and I know you can run!"

Stoneflower felt pleased, it even sounded fun!!

"Bring your brother, and some others…" Silverstar said, "Show us why StarClan bothered to let you live."

Stoneflower began his quest, head held high,

And I was sure to stick by his side.

Though there are many cats who think they could tell you the rest

Cats who tell a story of a day and a half of a trip

To three camps, former clans,

And how Stoneflower found them,

Alone, hiding in a tunnel, and how he ran!

StarClan was not there, but he met a cat.

#long post #warrior cats #the return of starclan #poetry

[wiltingdecay]

Aah jejxksjx ok! Cedar giving Rowan a kiss on the cheek? :3c

Idk for what so you can make it up jsndnc

touches ask game

"Son of a fuck-"

Rowan curses under their breath at the melting chocolate in the pot on top of the stove in front of them. Why has it gone all weird and clumpy? It's supposed to be in a liquid state by now, the recipe book had said, so where had they gone so wrong-?

So caught up are they in their frustration towards the ruined chocolate, they almost don't notice when they feel a body pressing up against their back, arms winding around their waist, a chin resting on their shoulder. They only truly notice when Cedar begins to speak, murmuring into their ear.

"What's the matter, Ro-Ro?"

Rowan sighs, already feeling better wrapped in Cedar's embrace, with their warm breath on their neck. "I was trying to make a chocolate sauce thingy to go over that cake you made, but - " They gesture vaguely around the pot with their whisk. "Something seems to have gone wrong. It's gone all clumpy and... well, shite. Sorry, bun."

Cedar hums under his breath, stretching up on his tip-toes to get a proper look over Rowan's shoulder at the failed chocolate ganache. He covers Rowan's whisk hand with his own, giving the chocolate a few experimental stirs.

"It's seized," he says matter-of-factly. "You must've added the cream too late. You're supposed to do cream first, then chocolate."

"Oh," Rowan mumbles, face heating up. "Right. That makes sense. Sorry, I don't bake desserts much, aside from fruit tarts."

Cedar laughs quietly, giving Rowan a reassuring squeeze around the waist. "It's OK, sweetie. Everyone makes mistakes, it's not the end of the world. And there's an easy fix, anyway. You just gotta stir in a little bit of hot water, bit by bit until the clumps are gone and it's smooth. Here, let me help you. Hey, since we're boiling the water, would you like some tea?"

Cedar's right, of course. Once the kettle is boiled, it takes just a few tablespoons of hot water mixed into the chocolate until it has the consistency it should. Rowan breathes a sigh of relief, pulling the whisk through the ganache and giving it a twirl just to double check. A little bit of chocolate comes off the whisk with a splatter, but he hardly cares at this point. "Thank the gods, it looks fine now. Thanks, Cedar. I dunno what I'd have done without you."

Cedar smiles, wrapping an arm around Rowan again and resting their cheek on his shoulder. "Don't mention it, Ro-Ro. You did great." They giggle softly as Rowan affectionately runs his free hand through their fluffy curls, slightly tweaking the ribbon atop their head. They look up at him, intent on returning the favour, but their gaze falls on his cheek, instead. "Oh, you've got something on your face."

"Huh?" Rowan lets the whisk fall back into the bowl, reaching up to touch their face. "Where?"

Cedar giggles, an idea crossing their mind. "Here, I'll get it."

But instead of reaching their own hand up and wiping with their thumb, they tilt their head up and press a kiss with just a hint of tongue to Rowan's cheek. The already-warm, freckled skin almost immediately floods with heat under Cedar's touch, and they laugh into the kiss before pulling back.

Rowan looks down at him, face flushing an even deeper shade of pink when Cedar coyly licks the chocolate they'd kissed away from Rowan's skin off their lips. "Got it," they say cheekily. "And it tastes great, Ro-Ro. But I'm not sure if that's the chocolate, or just you."

Rowan huffs out a flustered sigh, pulling Cedar close and kissing their forehead. "For fuck's sake," they mutter. "You're so cute."

Cedar laughs, throwing both arms around Rowan's shoulder and pulling him even closer, the chocolate in the pot forgotten about for the time being.

#asks #epoch-smog #idk why but the idea of rowan and cedar baking sweet treats together made me go 🥺 so here we are #fern's writing #rowan aisling #apprentice cedar #rowan x cedar #need to come up with a ship name for the tree boys (gnc)

[apprenticevella-amell]

Muriel's wood chopping videos do well because his breasts boobily and his thighs slap while he's like "welcome to my handmade 12 sided axe I made I will demonstrate how it chops my firewood in one swing"

He does cook beside the river but Asra has to be the camera person bc he doesn't know how to frame, and he's definitely the sad guy who's deep dish fucking fell in the river because the dish cracked it was too hot. And everyone behind the camera laughed and cried over it. If ur apprentice is feral enough (like cedar) they can eat it out of the river to make muriel feel better. Thank you for peeing into my brain

His axe videos go viral for a different reason than he expects and then we get asra having muriel read thirst tweets about his tits and crushing peoples' heads with his leg muscles.

Like this post if you would eat muriel's soggy deep dish