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clangenrising · 4 months

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Month 11 - Leafbare

The evening was cold but not unbearable, and for that Goldenstar was thankful. The sky was black above them, a blanket of dark clouds through which a star or two shone dimly. There was no moon to light their path. Nonetheless, she and her companions made their way to the Cornerstones for a very important meeting.

“What if a fight breaks out?” Floodpaw said, padding beside her. “How will we know if StarClan is mad if there’s no moon?”

“This is going to be a small meeting among leaders,” she said. “No one will be fighting.” Floodpaw frowned slightly and Goldenstar sighed. That boy.

Sagetooth seemed to be thinking the same thing. “Are you sure it’s wise to bring him along?” she groused. Floodpaw pouted further.

“It’ll be fine,” Goldenstar said tiredly.

The last few weeks had been exhausting. She’d spent days grieving for Scorchplume, then fretting over Yarrowshade while he healed from his bruised - but thankfully not broken! - ribs. After that she’d been scrambling to keep things together. To her shock, Orangestar had come to her suggesting they turn Aldertail over to the rogues but she had abandoned the idea the moment Goldenstar had pushed back. Orangestar was scared and out of her depth, they both were, but deep down she didn’t want to send a cat to such a terrible fate, which was a relief.

Together they had organized this meeting, even if Snowstar and Flightstar had continued to put it off for days. The entire time, Razor and his rogues had pushed the border by a tail length or so every day, working their way deeper and deeper into her territory. The longer things dragged on, the more they drained Goldenstar’s energy. Each new inconvenience or threat was like a tick and they just kept building up until she felt like she was covered in them, metaphorically speaking.

On the other side of Floodpaw from her, Smokyrose smiled sympathetically. “He promised to be on his best behavior, didn’t you, Floodpaw?”

“That’s right,” he said, puffing up to his full height with a bounce on his toes. “I’ll be quiet the whole time, just like I promised. Please don’t make me go kitsit with the others!” He shaped his face into a pleading expression and craned his head to look over Goldenstar’s back at Sagetooth. At eight moons old, he barely had to stretch to do it anymore and Goldenstar marveled quietly at how quickly he had grown. He was nearly taller than she was!

Sagetooth rolled her eyes and looked away. “It’s not up to me anyways,” she said, which was as good as a yes.

“What’s wrong with kitsitting?” Smokyrose teased. “Do you not like my little girls?”

“No, it's not that,” Floodpaw scoffed, bumping shoulders with the elder gently. “It’s just boring. I’d rather be learning! Like tonight,” he turned his eager blue gaze on Goldenstar, “I get to study diplomacy and stuff.”

“I’m surprised you’re interested, honestly,” Goldenstar said.

Floodpaw shrugged. “I want to know everything it takes to be a good leader, in case I get to be your deputy one day.”

“Hmm,” Goldenstar smirked, “we’ll see…”

The four cats made their way over the river and into the trees. As the Cornerstones came into view, Goldenstar spotted a small cluster of cats. Among them was a bright ginger shape and for a brief second she thought it might be Scorchplume but the illusion was quickly dispelled. Orangestar’s posture was far too anxious to belong to Scorch. Besides, she thought, what would she be doing here?

Orangestar waved as they approached. Beside her was Darkmoon, the deputy, and a tortoiseshell cat it took Goldenstar a moment to recognize.

“Poppybird,” she greeted the FallenClan mediator with surprise. “Where is Flightstar?”

“He’s not coming, I’m afraid,” she said apologetically.

“He’s not?” Sagetooth huffed. “For what reason?”

“He said this is none of his concern,” Poppybird said. “He said I was free to come in his stead, though, so here I am.” Sagetooth sat down with a disgruntled hrmf.

“Well, thank you for coming,” said Smokyrose. “Maybe you can help him understand the gravity of the situation after tonight.”

“StarClan willing,” Poppybird smiled and it was clear she was struggling not to speak ill of her leader. Goldenstar returned her pained smile and settled down next to Orangestar.

“I hope you all don’t mind if my apprentice sits in on the meeting. I’m hoping it will be a good learning experience.”

“Of course not,” Orangestar said, tail twitching anxiously. Goldenstar let her tail fall over top of Orangestar’s and the younger leader gave a breathy laugh and nodded in thanks. Goldenstar nodded back. She was grateful she was able to be there for the cats around her when they needed her.

She wished she had been able to be there for Scorch when she had the chance…

“Greetings, friends!” Snowstar’s voice rang loudly through the clearing, jostling Goldenstar from her thoughts. The white furred leader, Coyotechaser, and the SkyClan mediator, Heatherfuzz, strolled into the clearing and joined the other cats at the base of the Cornerstones.

“No Flightstar?” Coyotechaser asked.

“He declined the invitation last minute,” Poppybird explained.

“That’s too bad,” said Heatherfuzz, folding his tail over his paws.

“Yes, a real shame,” said Snowstar a little too loudly. Floodpaw in particular grimaced and pressed his ears back against his head. Goldenstar surreptitiously looked at Sagetooth who cast her a sideways glance and swiped a paw over one ear before focusing back on the meeting ahead of her. So her suspicion was correct then. It seemed Snowstar’s hearing was finally starting to go.

“We should get started,” she said, changing the subject. “Razor’s band only get bolder by the day. Something needs to be done.”

“Agreed,” said Orangestar, trying to sound firm. “Every day we have less and less prey to share.”

Darkmoon nodded. “Either they don’t know how to preserve next year's hunt or they don’t care. I’d wager the latter.”

“Both can be true at once,” Sagetooth said. “They know nothing of our ways and they don’t care to learn. They need to be stopped.” Turning her gaze to Snowstar, she said, “We would handle them ourselves if we could but, as you know, the Red Gut cut all of our Clans down to a dangerous size.”

“We need your help,” Smokyrose said, glancing from Snowstar to Poppybird. “Both of you. This is a threat to all of the Clans, not just RisingClan.”

“I know,” Snowstar started loudly, although she paused when Coyotechaser brushed her tail against her side and then started again at a more reasonable volume. “I know, but, from what you’ve described before, there are enough rogues to outnumber all of the Clans several times over. Maybe we should start considering alternatives.”

“Alternatives?” Darkmoon glared. “Like what?”

“Well, for starters,” said Snowstar, “maybe you both could start searching for new territories.”

“What?” Floodpaw blurted but shrank when Sagetooth shot him a withering stare. Still, Goldenstar was with her apprentice on this.

“What do you mean, ‘search for new territories’?” she asked stubbornly. “Are we supposed to go off on our own? Cut ourselves off from StarClan and our ancestral homeland?”

Heatherfuzz shifted forward with a kind smile on his face. “There are hunting grounds over the mountains,” he said, “and a lake. They might be a good place to settle down, away from this Razor and his rogues. We would even be willing to help facilitate travel through the mountains.”

“Isn’t that lake swimming with twolegs?” Sagetooth snapped. “If I remember correctly, You have a kittypet warrior now who used to live there.”

“They’re only busy in greenleaf,” Coyotechaser said, “A seasonal challenge, like foxes and ticks.”

“That’s missing the point,” Smokyrose said gently, no doubt trying to make up for Sagetooth’s brusqueness. “From what we understand, Razor is looking for a psychological victory as well as a physical one. He’s trying to prove that he can push us around, that he’s better than us. If we leave for the mountains that will only encourage him and next thing you know he’ll be encroaching into your territory as well.”

“That’s a bit of a slippery slope,” Poppybird said, “don’t you think?”

“Then we’re standing on the precipice of a slippery slope!” cried Sagetooth. “Stars above! Where are your spines?! Are you not warriors?”

“Sagetooth…” Smokyrose warned carefully.

“What?” Sagetooth’s hackles bristled. “Am I supposed to just sit by while these mouse-hearts hand our ancestral territory over to a bunch of faithless kittypets?!”

“Let’s all take a deep breath,” said Goldenstar. “Shouting isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Sagetooth huffed through her nose and turned her furrowed brows skyward. Thankful that the healer had listened, Goldenstar continued. “She’s right, though. This is what warriors do. Orangestar and I are going to have to fight back at some point. We need your help to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.”

She searched the faces of the cats in front of her. Poppybird studied the frozen ground at her paws with a troubled expression. Snowstar had tilted her head back to look down her nose at her as she considered the argument. Coyotechaser’s head was tilted to the side in an expression that said, ‘she’s not wrong.’ Heatherfuzz was still offering a sympathetic smile. Orangestar’s tail began to fidget again. Fat, wet snowflakes started to fall from the sky, resting on the cats’ pelts as they sat in silence.

Coyotechaser leaned in to whisper in Snowstar’s ear and Goldenstar overheard the words “StarClan” and “not unreasonable”.

Eventually, Snowstar nodded and said, “Alright. You make a good point. But I hope you can understand my hesitance. This is a big, dangerous thing you’re asking, and my Clan is just as weakened as yours.”

“That’s why we have to work together,” Smokyrose said. “United we are stronger.”

“Yes, yes,” Snowstar sighed. “I just wish there were better prospects before us. I don’t want to rush into a battle we can’t win.”

Just then, Sagetooth gasped sharply through her teeth. Everyone looked to see her sitting completely rigid, staring up at the sky with a heavy snowflake perched upon her nose and a distant look in her eyes. Goldenstar’s pelt prickled as the energy in the clearing changed. Those who had seen this sight before could recognize it anywhere - a prophecy!

After a long second, Sagetooth let out the breath and slumped her shoulders, head bowing. She panted for a moment before looking up at Snowstar with a grin.

“Ask and ye shall receive,” she said, the snowflake still sitting on her greying muzzle. “In nine days, a storm will come and the rogues’ defenses will fall. That is when we strike.” Floodpaw opened his mouth then bit down on his lip to keep it shut.

“Nine days?” Poppybird asked, “It was that precise?”

Sagetooth flicked one ear and said, “There were no words but I saw a sudden vision of the moon being blotted out by snow, then a raptor crushed a snake’s head in its beak. I know the phases of the moon and that one should arrive in nine days, maybe ten.” Floodpaw was starting to vibrate in his efforts to contain himself.

Goldenstar smiled. “Nine days then,” she said. “Can we count on you to be there?”

“Yes,” Snowstar said and Coyotechaser once again had to correct her volume. “I’ll bring my warriors to your camp before nightfall.”

“What about FallenClan?” Smokyrose asked. “Do you think the prophecy could convince Fallenstar to join us?”

“I would like to think so,” Poppybird said. “StarClan’s will is clear. I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” sighed Smokyrose in relief.

“What do we do until then?” asked Orangestar. “My warriors are already struggling to eat. Even if we drive them back, that won’t return the prey they’ve stolen.”

Snowstar hummed thoughtfully. “SkyClan can offer some of its prey to strengthen its allies. EarthClan and RisingClan are welcome to fish in our river until this threat is sufficiently dealt with on the condition that they preserve next year’s hunt.”

“Of course,” Goldenstar agreed. “We’ll take only what the river is willing to part with.”

Orangestar sounded on the verge of tears. “Thank you so much, Snowstar.”

“It is the least I can do,” Snowstar said graciously and Goldenstar had to agree but she wasn’t about to overlook the gift they were already being given.

“We’ll see you in nine days,” she said, rising to her feet. “Until then.”

“May StarClan light your path,” Poppybird said, doing the same.

“And may we fight with the strength of LionClan!” boomed Snowstar. Everyone winced.

“Indeed!” Smokyrose managed to cheer a bit.

Snowstar nodded and turned to leave with her Clanmates in tow. Poppybird dipped her head to the others and slipped around the Cornerstones to return to her own territory. Orangestar turned to Goldenstar and smiled, sniffing back tears.

“Thank you for helping me,” she said. “I couldn’t have done this on my own.”

“You could have,” Darkmoon shook his head.

“Agreed,” said Goldenstar, “but I’m glad we did this together. We need to look out for each other more than ever right now.”

“We’ll see you in nine days,” said Orangestar. “Good luck.”

“You too,” said Goldenstar, and both groups headed in their separate directions.

Before they had even left the clearing, Floodpaw practically exploded with questions. “What was that? You had a vision? Like from StarClan?” Goldenstar chuckled and wrapped her tail over his haunches as they walked.

“Yes,” Sagetooth said wearily. It seemed the vision had taken a lot out of her. “When they need to, they send us warnings about the future.”

“How did you know what it meant? Can anyone see a prophecy or is it just cats like you and Papa?”

“Anyone can,” Sagetooth hummed, “but usually leaders or healers are the ones to interpret them. It's a skill you can learn to cultivate, although some cats have a gift.”

“So there’s gonna be a big battle?” Floodpaw turned his excited gaze to his mentor. “Can I go?!” He bounced eagerly, jostling up against her.

“Easy,” she laughed. “We’ll have to see. Russetfrond and I will probably hold an assessment before the battle to see if you three are up for it.”

“Okay,” Floodpaw seemed a bit disappointed but wasn’t phased for long. “I’m sure we’ll ace it, no problem. Well… Maybe not Barleypaw.” He frowned as if irritated with his sister and Goldenstar laughed again.

“She probably won’t want to go anyway,” Smokyrose said.

“Yeah,” Floodpaw shrugged. “That’s fine. More fighting for me.”

“That’s not how that works, kid,” Goldenstar rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” he laughed, bumping into her on purpose this time. She glared playfully and gave him a rough shove back, causing him to tumble onto his side with a squawk, flailing his gangly limbs.

Goldenstar smiled but the smile quickly faded. This battle was no laughing matter. Fighting Razor’s rogues was going to be dangerous and that was before you factored in a heavy snow storm. She would have to talk with Sagetooth about the best ways to prevent injured warriors from also contracting frostbite, send extra patrols looking for horsetail and cobwebs, oversee extra training for the apprentice and maybe even some of the warriors. She would have to coordinate the attack with the other Clans and hope that Fallenstar didn’t try to pick a fight, if he even came at all.

It was going to be a lot to handle but she was determined to do it. This was what Sunstar had trained her for. This was her destiny.

UPDATES: - Yarrowshade has healed from his injuries. - Sagetooth receives a prophecy from StarClan!

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siriuslygay1981 · 9 days

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Angry, possessive Barty who watches Remus and Sirius talking, he thinks about how Remus used to like Sirius and he's heated immediately. He's working himself up watching how Sirius beats his eyelashes (he's just blinking) he's grinding his teeth and glaring at the two.

Barty ends up waiting till Sirius leaves before coming up behind and grabbing remus' waist

Into his neck he whispers SMTHN possessive (I'll kill him if he touches you, kill you if you let him)

Remus is so very fond, and also annoyed (shut up you possessive bastard and let's go.) cuz he's turned on fuck u

He just turns around and kisses Barty and Barty bites him and he pulls back with blood dripping down both their lips and they make out against the wall and then Barty drags them upstairs and bam fuckin all over Sirius' bed as a big fuck you.

They tumble a bit but honestly Remus is so turned on he gives control almost immediately, he still makes Barty work for it but he planned on bottoming as soon as Barty whispered in his ear.

Barty is making Remus yell and be loud and saying all types of possessive crap while he teases TF out of him.

"He can't get you like this"

"I make you feel so good, bet he couldn't even get you as wet as I do"

"Fucking slut, letting him give you those fuck me eyes"

"He couldn't make you beg like I do, he wouldn't fuck you how you like"

"I should fuck you in front of him, show him the only person that can fuck you right"

"Maybe that's what you want-too fucking bad though. No one gets to see you when you're being my little whore"

"No one gets to have you like this Remus, I'll fucking kill anyone who tries"

And then he bites TF out of Remus, he's bruised for weeks, when they first finish there's like a lot of blood from biting ofc so Barty cleans it up while Remus smokes. Remus gives a 'nonchalant' I don't like Sirius that way anymore when Barty has his back to him . They both pretend not to notice when Barty loses the tension in his shoulders.

Sirius is clueless the whole time, babe is happily eye fucking his own bf. (James)

Remus buys Sirius new sheets btw, don't worry

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theanoninyourinbox · 4 months

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The Kid Squad!

Longstar and Flamewish's many kits! Not in birth order, which is Cloud, Snow and Mistle, Dark, and Fox and Swift! Now Facts!

Cloudtail is a short Himbo, just one brain cell when it comes to social interactions and math, but great at camp stuff! His dad is Smudge, and he doesn't get seduced by cat food. Voiced by Patrick Starr.

Darkmoon is the clan's first Therapist, using how he figured out his traumas to help others. Lost his tail and ear in the do attack that killed his mother Smoke. Voiced by young Keith Davis.

Snowthorn got his scars from the hawk that tried to take him. Learned Pawspeak from a visiting Kittypet named Brahm he sees an a grandfather. Voiced by a young Troy Kotsur (a deaf actor!)

Mistlenose has entertained a few relationships with both genders but has staunchly decided on being single. She's very against abelism. Voiced by a young Linda Carter! (hi @reallyndacarter)

Foxflight is a whirlwind of energy that will absolutely bowl you over with cheer! Someone will die of Fun! Voiced by adult Shirley Temple!

Swiftpool is a sweet molly that REALLY hates fighting, unless it's to defend kits. Then she WILL throw down. Has a passionate side. Voiced by Mayim Bialik.

#my art #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats au #hello from the void #cloudtail #darktail #darkmoon #snowkit #snowthorn #mistlekit #mistlenose #squirrelflight #squirrelstar #foxflight #leafpool #swiftpool #if lynda carter notices this post i will have SO much explaining to do lol

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scifi-fantasy-horror · 2 years

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by Roy W

#Darkmoon #Elf #Fantasy #Staff #Fantasy Art

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knightscanfeeltoo · 12 days

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Gwyndolin showing Elite Knight Oscar an Adorable Blueberry Knight...

(I still want Both the Elite "Knight of the Undead Asylum" Dark Souls in Smash instead of the Chosen Undead even if the Ultimate DLCs have Ended...)

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pokepaws · 10 months

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3D wooden Darkmoon faire carousel charms!!

Loved making these so much!!

Link here if you want one!

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moonwriter-7 · 7 months

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for context, i have a ship between two girls -- one has black hole powers, the other has moon powers. i think darkmoon is cooler, but blackmoon is more accurate.

reblog if you want <3

#darkmoon #blackmoon #calypso #jaya #tcd #the cosmic divine series

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bluebooks1 · 10 months

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Is there a Barty × Remus ship? What's it's name? Why haven't I seen this? I have seen Barty with every other marauder and most other people, why not Moony? Someone please tell me what the name is? I was trying to work it out based on others but Barty is Killer and Remus is Wolf which is Wolfkiller which sounds bad, Moonkiller sounds slightly better. In Barty and James it's Darksun, so Darkmoon? I don't know but this is driving me mad. I can't find it anywhere. Surely it exists?

#marauders #remus lupin #barty crouch junior #barty x remus #remus x barty #wolfkiller #moonkiller #darkmoon #darksun

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clangenrising · 4 months

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Month 10 - Leafbare

It was early in the morning when they scented the rogues.

Ever since Nightfrost’s death, Goldenstar and Orangestar had agreed that having a patrol on the border at all times was more dangerous than it was worth and patrols had been limited to daylight hours. For the most part, it hadn’t seemed to make much of a difference. The city cats still tended to avoid patrols and no more of them had been caught crossing the border. Of course, that just meant that no one had seen them. The rogues had started marking the border themselves and every day they tried to push the boundary inch by inch. But still, no one had seen them and no more fights had been had.

So Ospreymask was almost excited when the dawn patrol spotted a group of them loitering just past the border markers. Pantherhaze shuffled beside her making worried noises. Darkmoon, the EarthClan deputy, and his apprentice Boldpaw were with them and Ospreymask looked to him for orders.

“Should we go run them off?” she asked.

“Could we?” asked Boldpaw, “There seem to be quite a few of them.” He wasn’t wrong. From where they stood, Ospreymask made out about seven cats lounging in the snow or sitting up to look in their direction.

“Maybe we could talk them into leaving,” Pantherhaze suggested.

“Seems worth a try,” grunted Darkmoon. “These kittypets are all talk from what I’ve heard.”

“I don’t know about that,” Pantherhaze mumbled, tail twitching. Ospreymask thought back to Yarrowshade’s bruised ribs and bloody shoulder or Aldertail’s story about her dead siblings. She had to agree, the city cats seemed to be able to back up their talk, but she said nothing. She wanted to see them for herself instead of turning tail now.

Lucky for her, Darkmoon started towards the group of cats with his tail raised. As they drew nearer, the city cats lowered their voices and one of them whispered in the ears of a big grey tabby with a blue collar.

“That’s Razor,” Pantherhaze whispered to her.

“Really?” she asked, her interest piqued. “Exciting.”

“Exciting?” he glanced at her sidelong with a nervous lift to his brows. She almost laughed. A giddy ball of energy had started to build in her belly in anticipation. She always got that way before a fight, all bouncy and coiled like she was full of squirrels waiting to be released. She hoped that there wouldn’t be a fight but she couldn’t stop her adrenaline from soaring.

“Ah, hello there!” bellowed Razor cheerfully. “Why don’t you join us? We were just enjoying a bit of a meal.” He gestured to a pair of birds that had been partially eaten, even pushing one towards them. A gaggle of cats sat around him, sunning themselves or sharing tongues. Most of them wore kittypet collars of different colors and materials, some with bells, some with dangling charms, some with studs, some reflective even. Ospreymask was enthralled by the variety and beauty of the accessories. Only two of the cats weren’t wearing some sort of collar, and they both had notched ears. Sitting close to each other, slightly apart from the rest of the group, they watched quietly and Ospreymask shot them a smile. They didn’t return it.

Darkmoon laid a paw over the bird and pulled it closer, saying, “You’re on Clan territory. I thought you were aware that you weren’t welcome here.”

“That’s no way to start a conversation,” Razor huffed, tilting his head. “Sit! Eat! It’s on me.”

“No, this prey is stolen,” Darkmoon said, tail lashing. “And you’re on our territory.”

“So you said,” Razor sighed. He shifted his weight to sit more upright and leveled his gaze at the deputy. “Look, I wanted to be friends, but it seems you wild cats are too stubborn to understand the concept so I’ll cut straight to business. I know you’re hiding Scrap somewhere and I need her back. I won’t leave until she’s returned to me.”

Ospreymask scoffed before she could stop herself. “You make it sound like you own her.”

Razor smiled at her. “No, no, it’s nothing like that,” he chuckled, “it’s more like… father and daughter. It’s my job as the Speaker, it’s my job to make sure each of the cats in the city are looked out for and Scrap is not well. Surely you’ve noticed the way she tears her own flesh, haven’t you?”

“Last time we talked, you didn’t even know what she looked like,” Pantherhaze scowled.

“There are a lot of cats in the city,” Razor shrugged. “I’ve done my due diligence since then. The point is that Scrap needs help that only I can give her and it would be in everyone’s best interest if you would bring her here as soon as possible. Then I can get her the help she needs and I can leave you all in peace.”

Ospreymask frowned. He was charming enough but she knew better. She’d talked to Aldertail and seen just how scared she was of him. Whatever peace he offered, she was certain Aldertail wouldn’t be getting any of it.

“I’ll consider it,” Darkmoon said, causing Ospreymask to jolt in surprise.

“Good,” Razor said. “We’ll be here when you have your answer.” He settled back down, spreading out over the grass like he owned the place. Darkmoon nodded and turned to leave, Boldpaw slinking behind him. Ospreymask shared a stunned glance with Pantherhaze. She looked around the group of cats and realized they were all watching her. The attention made her pelt crawl and she took a self conscious step backwards before she moved to follow Darkmoon. Pantherhaze hurried to keep up with her. Over her shoulder, she heard one of the kittypets mutter to the others and they all laughed. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to know what he had said or not.

She bounded to close the distance with Darkmoon. The squirrels in her gut had turned into a stormcloud rumbling uneasily. “What was that about?” she asked, glaring at him.

“What do you mean? I told him we’d think over his offer, it’s not like I surrendered the territory to him.”

“You didn’t even try and get him to cross over the border,” she persisted. “If he’d been infringing on EarthClan territory, I bet you would have had a bit more to say to him.”

“Oh, Ospreymask, let’s not make it into a fight,” Pantherhaze fretted but she dismissed him with a flick of her tail.

“What would you have me do?” Darkmoon said, “We were severely outnumbered and we had nothing to bargain with. I did what I had to to get us safely out of that situation.” Ospreymask could see his point but it still felt like he was trying to ignore the point she was making.

“I’m just saying, you could have given him a little more pushback,” she grumbled.

“You should probably go tell Goldenstar about them being there,” Boldpaw spoke up. “That feels important for her to know.”

“Yeah,” Ospreymask relented with a frown.

“StarClan light your path,” Pantherhaze said as they branched off to return to camp. The wording stuck with Ospreymask. She wished StarClan would light their path! They needed an omen or a prophecy or something to help them get through this.

Razor’s little band there had just about as many cats as RisingClan had able bodied warriors and she knew for a fact there were more in the city. How many were there in total? How well trained were they? Even though it had been a whole year, the Clans still hadn’t fully recovered from the Red Gut. Maybe they would have been able to easily handle this before the plague but now… she worried about what would happen if they didn’t find some way to out-think or out-maneuver Razor.

UPDATES: - Rather than fight with a group of rogues, a patrol leaves them to muddy the border.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Ospreymask #Pantherhaze #Razor #Darkmoon #Boldpaw #clangenrising

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siriuslygay1981 · 9 days

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Darkmoon who do illegal shit with each other

Remus and Barty doing drugs at a party, drinking SM they cannot walk

Barty pulling the bad side out of Remus and Remus egging Barty on when he shouldn't

Them pushing each other's buttons and constantly hate fucking

They're like enemies in a relationship. They aren't necessarily lovers because lovers implies softness. They aren't soft with each other, they probably couldn't be.

They're all protruding bones, lanky limbs, shaggy hair and piercings. All teeth and blood, bruises and pain. They wouldn't have it any other way either. Barty likes to be hurt, Remus doesn't have to hold back. He could punch Barty in the face and he'd grin back before lunging. Like they are yanking at each other's clothes, clawing and shoving each other around.

Remus let's his more wolfy side come out bc Barty loves the scratches loves the bites

Also ofc switches, they are always fighting for dominance. Bartys tugging at remus' hair and Remus is growling and gripping bartys hip

They're taking ecstasy and fucking in the bathroom in the middle of a party for sure

#wolfkiller #darkwolf #moonkiller #darkmoon #marauders era #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards from the 70s #hp marauders #barty jr #bartemius crouch junior #barty crouch junior #remus john lupin #remus j lupin #remus lupin #remus x barty #bartyxremus #remus lupinx barty crouch junior

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theanoninyourinbox · 3 months

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Can Smoke speak with Darkmoon or just look after him until he passes?

As an apprentice Healer, Darkpaw’s first visit to the Moonstone did not bring him a vision of his Mama, but of Yellowfang, who he called Grandmother. She promised to look for the brave molly when she could, but made no promises - the Twoleg Starplace and Quiet Hunting Grounds are vast, and Smoke may want peace and solace.

-Darkpaw never puts it out of his mind, but does his best to not dwell on his Mama. She’s at peace and beyond pain. He has his Mother and Pops and siblings.

The night he becomes Darkmoon is monumental - a new land and a new way to meet Starclan. He enters, Cinderpelt and Fireheart with him, and there stands Yellowfang. She proudly greets him, but says that no Thunderclan cat will give him his name tonight, as someone else has that honor. A voice calls out, full of emotion. My baby? Darkpaw turns.

MAMA!!!

The queen and her kit collide in a teary joyful embrace, Darkpaw towering over his Mama. She holds his face in her ghostly paws, oh you got so big and strong! Oh I’m so proud of you! Darkpaw weeps onto her fur, and beams at her.

Fireheart and Cinderpelt are crying in the background.

Smoke gives him the name of her own mother, for her kit to carry on. Darkmoon. I’ll always be watching you, my brave baby boy.

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