#junipercloud

[kubfoo]

@talesofgladesglory sketch dump because i realized i have a lot of stupid and bad jokes hoarded in my folders that may never see the light of day

#togg #tales of glades glory #wcrp #warrior cats oc #warrior cats rp #ummm yeah #junipercloud #most of these are teasing applewhisker. hes easy to tease #op #mart #sorry for the homestuck joke. i was trying to inflict psychic damage on everyone in the gc #ALL OF THEM ARE ID'D BTW

[warriors-but-cats-die]

shadowclan — year seven — leaffall

junipercloud and birchwhisper, along with their apprentices tallpaw and silverpaw, die in a battle.

deerstar chooses talonfur as the new deputy: talonfur lost an eye in the same battle.

galeleaf becomes a seer, runningnose retires, and galeleaf is responsible for the last season of flamepaw's training.

frostflower also dies.

starlingpaw dies.

swamppaw is apprenticed to watchbark.

hailkit and sapkit die.

brightflower and tawnypelt die.

#wbcd #shadowclan #r2 #r2-y7 #r2-y7-lf #junipercloud #birchwhisper #tallpaw #silverpaw #deerfoot #talonpaw #galeleaf #runningnose #flametail #frostflower #starlingwing #watchbark #hailkit #sapkit #brightflower #tawnypelt #swamppaw

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Cliffprance

Aliases / Nicknames: Cliff, Clifffoot

Gender: tom

Sexuality: grey-pansexual, demiromantic

Family: Pebble (mother), Flail (father), Shellsmoke (mate), Redpoppy, Icykit (daughters), Croakpaw, Junipercloud (sons), Roachfreckle (mate, formerly)

Other Relations: Bluemouse (mentor), Dappledlight (wet nurse)

Clan: ThunderClan (formerly), WindClan (formerly)

Rank: rogue (at death)

Characteristics: curious, easily amused, likes telling stories (formerly), cold, emotionless, prefers silence, likes being left alone (currently), bossy, has constant joint pain

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 23

Number of Murders: 19

Murder Method: leading into wars, tricking into wars, have other cats fight for him

Known Victims: Dappledlight, Galepaw (accidently), Agavepaw, Roachfreckle, Flail (indirectly), unnamed foster sister, unnamed warriors, unnamed kits, unnamed apprentices, unnamed elders

Victim Profile: Clan cats [WindClan, ThunderClan], rogues

Cause of Death: redcough

Cautionary Tale: The kit rejected by the Clan will be the one to burn it down.

Story: 

It is a long told saying, passed from mother to kit, father to brother, or mentor to apprentice. As generations passed, it became unclear of its origins. Did it start with Cliffprance? Or had his story simply been a result of the cats in his life neglecting to heed its warning:

The kit rejected by the Clan will be the one to burn it down.

Anyone who had met the tom when he was just a kit had been horrified to see the monster he had became, and anyone who had suffered in his reign of terror would refuse to believe that even he had once been an innocent, sweet kit.

In fact, many point to his very first murder, committed when he was only six moons old.

Cliffkit and his father, Flail, were welcomed into the Clan after he had just been born. His mother died while kitting, and between being unable to take care of him on his own and the rising aggression in the other loners, Flail had no other choice but to seek help.

The Clan was strongly against outsiders, but turning them away would go against the code. Flail was determined to prove himself and his son, which meant that he spent most of his time out of the camp to hunt, patrol, or gather supplies. Cliffkit, meanwhile, spent most of his time with Dappledlight, the queen that reluctantly and begrudgingly nursed him.

She was not his true mother, blood or adoptive or anything else, and she was keen to make sure he remembered that. She would growl and push him away if she thought that he was drinking too much milk so that her own kits would have enough, and she would make him sleep in another nest because she didn't want his loner-sickness spreading to her litter, only allowing him to sleep beside them when the nights were especially cold, though that was only because she got in trouble for neglecting his health when he caught whitecough.

Cliffkit was able to make friends in spite of this, and, surprisingly, his days in the nursery were the best he would experience in his entire life. Maybe if things had gone differently, if he hadn't made that one mistake that would lead him to a dark and bloody path, everything would have been better.

Perhaps it would have been better if it was his blood that spilled.

Cliffpaw didn't mean to do it. He and Galepaw were best friends! They had been excited to train together....but then Cliffpaw's muscles began to spasm. He knew what was happening, but he couldn't control it. His legged kicked out--

Cliffpaw only had a moment to stare in shock, horror, and dispair before Galepaw's mentor, Harefern, tackled him to the ground, hissing angrily in his face words that Cliffpaw's mind was racing too fast to understand, clawing at his pelt before Cliffpaw's own mentor finally bothered to pull him off.

He was shunned after that.

Cliffpaw's nest was pushed closest to the entrance, far from the others. Bluemouse, his mentor and Dappledlight's mate, hardly allowed him to train with the others following the incident, and on the rare chance that he did train with another apprentice, his once-friends would call him a murderer, and state that they didn't want to be killed as well.

Had they ever loved him?

Was his kithood filled with lies?

They now treated him the same way as the warriors did, if not worse. They spit awful words in his ears and poked fun at his lack of Clan heritage. Cliffpaw couldn't stop himself from wondering if they had always held these thoughts toward him...if they only bothered to be nice because Galepaw was nice to him. Now Galepaw was dead, because of him....

He tried to explain to them, to his mentor, the leader, anyone, that it had been an accident, that his muscles shake sometimes and he couldn't control it. But they pointed out that Bluemouse and Harefern would never had allowed the battle training to continue if that were the case, and neither mentor stepped in to corroborate his story, two worried for their own backs, because yes, of course they would have stopped the fight.

Bluemouse's lessons grew more violent. He had been assigned as Cliffpaw's mentor because of his strong prejudice towards outsiders. Duskstar had said that it was because Bluemouse would push him the hardest. Cliffpaw would later believe that that was just an excuse to allow one of his warriors to beat up the useless loner-blood.

The worst was when Cliffpaw began to spasm again. Whether they lasted seconds or longer, Bluemouse would kick at him with his claws unsheathed, demanding he cut it out.

Cliffpaw would beg Flail several times to leave. Though Flail loved his son and tried to protect him, he said that since they joined the Clan, rogues had entered the territories around the Clan, and that it was safer here than anywhere else.

Shortly after their conversation, Agavepaw offered Cliffpaw extra lessons. Cliffpaw happily agreed, all too eager for a friend. But when the two were alone, Agavepaw accused Cliffpaw of being part of the rogue gang, being sent here as a spy.

Cliffpaw was startled, and nothing he said could reason with her, not when her grief for her father--killed recently by the rogues--blinded her to his innocence. She leaped, bit and clawed--he had no choice. He was only defending himself.

Their words rang in his head.

Murderer!

Rogue scum!

Monster!

Killer!

Were they right? He was a killer...he killed two cats....he was a murderer.

But there was another voice, a burning flame that turned his tears to ashes.

They deserved it.

He dragged the body back to camp, explaining that they were attacked by one of the rogues. More than a few cats were skeptical, but it made enough sense for them to believe his story.

That didn't make things any easier for him. The apprentices hated him now more than ever. They refused to speak to him, to so much as eat near him.

The first was an accident.

The second was in defense.

But the third would be when his murderous deeds became fully and utterly intentional.

Bluemouse took him on a solo border patrol. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that, Bluemouse rarely allowed him to patrol or train with others, stating that he didn't want his foul stench to stain anyone.

They spotted a squirrel in a thin, flimsy tree. Bluemouse ordered Cliffpaw to go after it. Cliffpaw didn't protest--he had learned by now that it only lead to him being cuffed around the ear, or worse. His body weight caused the branches to bend dangerously, and his heart had raced--but when a yowl split the air, he realized he was lucky to be in the leaves.

He watched as three rogues attacked Bluemouse, pulling at him and slicing at his fur. They were clearly having fun as they bit, jumped away to avoid Bluemouse's swinging paw, and jumped back to bite him again.

Cliffpaw's alarm melted into dark pleasure. His heart was still racing, but differently now. It pounded in a way he never wanted to end, the thrill at seeing Bluemouse's pelt be torn to shreds bit by bit, the satisfaction as his angry growls became painful whimpers...Cliffpaw wished the show would never end.

When the rogues were long gone, he left the tree, gazed happily at Bluemouse's corpse, and trotted back to camp. His story this time was that Bluemouse got tired with him and sent him back to camp early. Since that already happened many times in the past moons, no one batted an eye.

Cliffpaw's apprenticeship had already been extended two moons for Galepaw's death, and now with his mentor dead, Duskstar saw no point to letting it go on any further. He named Cliffpaw Clifffoot. Of course he did. Even with Bluemouse gone, Cliffpaw couldn't forget.

The cheers of the crowd were low and half-hearted, all but Flail's, who shouted it to the Stars.

Clifffoot tried not to care. He didn't need them. They were too weak for him. But though the darkness had gripped its ugly claws in his heart, it still ached to belong, to be loved, to just have one friend that wasn't his father.

After his vigil, he spent the day curled alone in his nest and crying into his paws.

Whenever his emotions were especially getting to him, he would send silent prayers to his mother. He had never been able to meet Pebble, but Flail had talked about her often enough for Clifffoot to picture her perfectly in his mind. From there, his imagination built her more and more, as he pretended she was curled around him or watching him play so that he had someone other than his father to talk to.

That day was no different. Alone in the den, his shaking voice called to her, begging for her forgiveness as he cried that he didn't want to be a monster. He begged her to take him from this place, something he had begged of her many times in his kithood, when he pretended that someone was curled around him in the nursery. But like all the times before, there was nothing but silence.

He was dumbfounded when Shellsmoke, a pretty she-cat, confessed her feelings for him. He had thought that everyone in the Clan either hated him or tolerated him, so he met Shellsmoke's words with skepticism.

But the more time they spent together, the more open he became. It took a moon, but finally Clifffoot was able to realize and accept that he loved someone and someone loved him.

Someone loved him!

Curse StarClan for taking that away.

Moments before a rainstorm broke, a patrol returned with her bloodied body, stating that rogues had attacked and killed her.

Dappledlight spoke up first, voicing her doubts of Flail's innocence--who had been on the patrol. After all, everything had been fine until 'those two' arrived, then suddenly cats were dying like flies and rogues were getting bolder.

Her words were quickly joined by her remaining kits, Clifffoot's once-friends who now demanded he be exiled into the unknown.

With so many warriors against them, Duskstar listened and sent the father and son into exile.

Flail was determined to keep his spirits high. He told Clifffoot not to blame the Clan, that they were scared and needed someone to blame. Clifffoot didn't listen, too bitter to. He didn't even get a chance to grieve for his mate before he was kicked out just because of his origin.

Flail began to say something else dull and supposedly encouraging again when the pair were jumped. They hissed and clawed at the rogues, and when they were shoved to the ground, the weights were lifted and they found themselves facing Clan cats. Different Clan cats.

Flail thanked them, and right when he was about to introduce them, Clifffoot stepped in and announced them both as kind loners--Flail and Cliff--looking for shelter from the rogues.

Flail privately questioned him after they were welcomed, but Cliff figured that they wouldn't have as high a chance if they told them the truth. How would they explain why they were exiled, and how could they prove their innocence?

It was only luck that Duskstar decided to keep the loners a secret from the other Clans, and that the rain had washed most of the Clan-scent from their fur.

All was peaceful, at least on the surface.

Cliff's Clanmates were warmer, though still wary due to the rogue attacks. They were still willing to share prey and a den, and when they patrolled with him, they were more than happy to engage in small talk. One of the cats, Roachfreckle, even asked him to be her mate! He agreed, only to keep up the appearance of a trusted Clanmate. One of them.

But he wasn't. He spent too many seasons having that lesson beaten into him.

It could have been a second chance for Cliff to finally live happily.

But it all came too late.

He was denied a mother that loved him.

He was denied a mentor that didn't take every opportunity to beat him.

He was denied littermates, blood or otherwise, that cared for him.

He was denied friends.

Even before he was born, he was denied health.

And when he finally found love, it was struck down from him and he was kicked out of his and his father's home.

Cliff couldn't easily forget.

He couldn't easily forgive.

All his life, he was pushed and pushed and pushed, each shove adding a sliver of ice to his heart. There was no longer warmth, no longer affection, and there was not a single trace of the gentle kit he had once been. It was all frozen, forgotten and buried, and there was nothing left but bitter resentment--resentment for his old Clanmates, resentment for the rogues that first caused their distrust, even resentment for the Clanmates he had now, and for his father that hadn't even noticed how much pain his son had suffered. They were all worthless, and they all deserved to die.

It was the only logical next step, wasn't it? After all, he was already a murderer in seemingly everyone's eyes.

He didn't care if he was killed, and that kept fear at bay. It was why he could take some extra prey from the pile late at night, when he was the only one awake--sitting guard.

With no terror against the rogues and what they could do, he walked through the moors unbothered until he came across a scent trail. He followed it, growing larger and larger until cats sprang out and demanded what he was doing so close to their home.

Cliffprance spat what he carried to the ground and offered them the food.

While they eagerly ate, Cliffprance noticed how skinny they were. Bones with a veil named 'cat.' It was no wonder they were crossing over the borders. They must have been starving!

Cliffprance tried not to show his delight at seeing their suffering. He hated the rogues just as much as the Clan cats.

The leader of the small group introduced himself as Domino, and questioned Cliffprance's reasoning for helping them. Cliffprance told them the truth, part of it at least. He told them that his parents had been starving just as they were, and that he, too, suffered by the Clans' cruelty.

The more they talked, the more he learned.

As far as these rogues--'loners' they called themselves--knew, they only tried to hunt, but anywhere there was plentiful food, there were Clan cats who chased them away. Of course, some of the loners became aggressive. Wouldn't anyone who was desperate to eat? And with more cats becoming aggressive, less Clan cats were tolerant of the remaining loners.

Cliffprance offered them help.

He would be their 'saviour.'

He snuck out food to them once a day, whenever he could sneak out. With that, he gained their trust. More and more cats heard about the generous Clan cat offering meals, and more and more cats trusted him with their lives.

He spent moons feeding them, talking to them like they were buddies, and soon enough, training them to fight. You know, in case those Clan cats give them trouble.

Slowly, he planted the seeds.

First it was just a thought, a joke, a random thing. "I wonder why Clan cats think they're so much better than everyone else. Can't they see others are starving?"

Then it was feeding their resentment. "I can't believe anyone would turn their backs on those that need help! How cruel can they be?"

Then it was hypothetical. "What would you do if you could say something to a Clan cat, other than me?" "What would you do if you could take vengeance?"

Then it became planning.

But while the gears were still turning, voices became doubtful. Domino was the most loud of them all.

Cliffprance had to show them that harming the Clan cats was the only way, while squashing all doubt.

He acted distressed when he returned to them one day with food and they told him that Domino had been killed by the Clan! They had found him with his throat slit, a mouse in his jaws. He only wanted to feed them--there weren't even any signs of a fight! They just jumped him without warning him or chasing him off! They wanted him dead!

Things became incredibly easier after that. Moons of being chased away from good food that they desperately needing, of being torn into for 'trespassing,' and now for being killed, all for being different than a precious Clan cat made all of the loners, rogues, whatever, willing to follow whatever Cliffprance said that they needed to do in order to serve justice.

He didn't want to attack all at once. Instead, he lead the occasional patrol in a certain direction, and would return home panting and distressed that the rogues! The rogues had attacked them!

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to lead all of the patrols that died. Sometimes, he happened to be out at the same time and told them of this great place for hunting he found the other day.

It was only after two and a half--the final patrol was just two cats--were killed that Featherstar declared that no cat should leave the camp unless accompanied by four of their Clanmates. Cliffprance figured that that was a good enough time to strike.

He lead the rogues under cover of darkness, their scent hidden by the lavender fields they rolled in.

Cliffprance took out the guard before she could raise the alarm, his identity as a fellow Clanmate allowing him to get close enough before she realized something was wrong.

Every den was attacked. The warriors, the elders, the medicine cat, the queens and even their kits were thrown into the fight.

If there was one thing that Cliffprance had convinced the rogues of, it was this:

the Clans had to be culled.

Flail had looked at his son with such horror, begging, asking why he was doing this.

Cliffprance only stared at him coldly, maintaining unblinking eye-contact as Flail was jumped.

Then, when he was satisfied with the damage--he yowled into the air. "ThunderClan! Retreat!"

The trick had worked.

After they had rolled in lavender, the rogues caked themselves completely in mud. Their scent had been disguised and so too their appearance. Cliffprance had given them the names of his old Clanmates to use during the attack. "Duskstar, over here!" one cat would say to another.

WindClan had believed that Cliffprance--and possibly Flail--were traitors all along, sent by ThunderClan to infiltrate them. The irony. That's just what ThunderClan used to think of them.

Cliffprance only had to sit back and watch gleefully as WindClan and ThunderClan tore each other apart.

He returned to the ThunderClan camp one day, while most of the warriors were away in one of the many battles. Any remaining cats that tried to force him away were easily beaten by the five rogues that accompanied him.

Cliffprance followed Dappledlight's scent and found her, amazingly, in the nursery. But she wasn't the one that had had kits. No, the vile she-cat was an elder now and merely visiting her daughter, one of Cliffprance's foster-littermates-turned bully.

Cliffprance didn't do the killing himself just yet. No, he sat back, wanting to watch the carnage as well as the horror on both she-cats faces as the rogues did what had to be done to their kits. Only after bathing in the cries of their anguish did Cliffprance rise to silence them.

Now both Clans knew of Cliffprance's horrid actions. Both knew he was a monster--not the kind they imagined him to be. No, he was much, much worse.

But the battles would continue a while longer before either Clan figured the connection and realized that they had been tricked. Knowing now that they had a common enemy, they joined forced against the rogues.

But by then Cliffprance had already left.

He knew what was going to happen--he had known since the beginning, and he smiled as he walked as yowls rang out in the distant air.

All it took was a little bit of manipulation and he had started a war. Two, in fact, depending on how long the rogues lasted.

It was the fault of those filthy rogues that had ThunderClan distrust Cliffprance so much, and it was ThunderClan that had treated him like filth most of his life.

He only had to be friendly with one before he he got them to kill each other.

He knew that ThunderClan would live on, and so would WindClan--though with much smaller numbers. The rogues were more of a mystery, but he guessed one or two may live.

There was one thing that was certain:

they would not forget him anytime soon.

Additional Information: 

--Cliffprance was a cat collectively created by many of us! Together, we designed him in Clangen and gave him his conditions, and decided via poll the range of his victim number. I decided to specify his story using some ideas from things that happened in Clangen.

These things include his father's name, becoming mates with the two named, and dying as Clifffoot (and me reviving him as Cliffprance and writing it as him being exiled and finding a new name that way).

You can see who did what here

--Base: Full Reference Cat FTU Base by Naxolite on DeviantArt

Yes I realized I messed up his foot placement on the refs.

--It doesn't show too much on these refs but he is a longhair!

--It didn't make it into the story because I couldn't find a spot that flowed right, but Cliffprance lost his paw in a training accident by a twoleg trap. Bluemouse likely left him there.

--I might explain it in a more detailed post, but basically some loners became more aggressive as they became more desperate. One accidently killed a Clan cat, causing many ThunderClan cats to hate them and become more violent when they chased them off, in turn causing the rogues to become more violent against them.

I might also make a thing where the ThunderClan cat was actually murdered and it was pinned on the rogues?

--While ThunderClan did majorly suck in not noticing Cliff's pain and not stepping in, many of them did not hate Cliffprance as much as he believed they did. But who could blame him for thinking what he did?

--Roachfreckle either died in the ambush or in one of the battles against ThunderClan.

#long post #long long post #super long post #cliffprance #wc loners #wc rogues #thunderclan #windclan #abuse tw #abuse mention #othering #child murder #kit death #wc #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #warriors #warrior cats #warriors horror #kinda? #dark forest profile #dark forest resident #dark forest oc #dark forest character #dark forest warrior #place of no stars #place of no stars oc #thunderclan oc #windclan oc #clangen

[galaxysmoothmug]

Junipercloud PMV. Starred character belongs to @beetlesprite (from @talesofgladesglory )

#warriors #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #artfight #tales of glades glory #Youtube

[wc-whentomorrowcomes]

RAINMASK - REDCLAN DEPUTY

64 moons

Icestar’s first deputy, and her former apprentice.

Adopted into the clan as a kitten alongside her twin brother Plumleaf. She’s been a hardworker all her life, and has always done her best to prove herself to Redclan and it’s more “traditional” warriors. She yearns to be trusted and appreciated for what she can do, and finds herself insecure at times because of the fact that some cats still see her as nothing but an outsider.

Mentored Koiflower, and is good friends with Briarclaw and Junipercloud.

Also known as: Icestar’s anger translator. She’s the cat that helps reword some of Icestar’s choicier language into something that will lead to more productivity.

#Rainmask #Deputy #Redclan #Warrior Cats #Warrior Cats OCs #Warriors OCs #wc #fanclans

[talesofgladesglory]

REMINDER + STORY UPDATES!

Hey y'all, we're here to remind you that TOGG's next public membership opening will be March 19 - March 25! If you're interested, please familiarize yourself with our website (link) and rules, and if you have any questions, our ask box and DMs are always open!

We've had some exciting happenings going on within the Everglade Warren as of late! Since the events of the Great Storm, and the takeback of their home - their camp desperately needed some renovations. Our first new gen of apprentices are also rapidly approaching their own graduations - with some already occuring! Huge congratulations to our new scout, Floodstrike (Amber); and our new medics, Junipercloud (Rose) and Applewhisker (Pluto)! In other news, we had a bout of fatal spore sickness that required multiple patrols to venture outside of territory in search of the cure, Pink Sundew. Two new pieces of territory were found; the Sunrise Fields, and the Old Twolegplace, now free for all cats of the Warren to explore.

Stay tuned for more info on our next opening! Thank you all!

#tales of glades glory #wcrp #18+ wcrp #warrior cats rp #warrior cats oc #warrior cats #discord wcrp #open wcrp #warriors rp

[newwarriorsocworldobsession]

Floodclan

The Adaptable

Floodclan cats are the main swimming experts of the five clans. These cats are considered the most adaptable due to the ever-changing state of their territory, as well as the most stubborn. This clan tends to have cats that are incredibly prideful. They’re the most colorful of the clans as well as being the clan with the second most negative look on non clan cats, seeing them being unworthy of being invited into clan life, though they will make exceptions if it turns out said non clan cats were once a former clan cat. Furthermore, this is the clan that tends to be the most accepting of any members that turn out to have a parent in another clan but see it as unimportant if a parent is non clan, almost outright dismissed and ignored.

Typical Traits:

Colorful pelts, often bi-colors or calicos, thin pelts, smaller paws compared to the rest of the body, and longer faces and lanky bodies similar to most modern oriental shorthair breeds. Colorpoints are also more likely to happen in this clan than in others.

Territory:

Technically, Floodclan lives in an often flooded meadow. The border with Thicketclan has them sharing a marsh and on the other side, they have several creeks shared with Creekclan’s border that then also branch out to the rest of the clan’s territory, with one becoming a river. The rest of the territory is a meadow during leaf-fall and leaf-bare that gets flooded when the snow melts and overfills the creeks, river, and marshes during new-leaf and green-leaf. To the north where the gathering area is high ground, including a small but still noticeable butte that the clan uses as a second camp in the event their main one becomes too flooded.

Clan Roster

Leader:

Falconstar, a lean, lithe, short-haired blue siamese point tom with blue eyes.

Deputy:

Flyflight, a sleek black tom, with short fur, and green eyes.

Medicine Cat:

Brightcloud, a slender cream and white ticked tabby she-cat, with short fur, and gold eyes.

Medicine Apprentice:

Whitepaw, a sleek, mostly white, black mackerel tabby tom, with yellow eyes with strong back legs.

Warriors

Sagenose, a smooth, short-haired, blue spotted tortoiseshell-tabby she-cat, with a white locket, a long thick tail, and copper eyes. 

Darkpelt, a lean black mackerel tabby tom, with short fur, and copper eyes. 

Apprentice: Squirrelpaw

Junipercloud, a sleek, blue classic tabby, and white she-cat, with short fur, gold eyes, a notched ear, and scars across her throat. 

Applebrook, a cream mackerel tabby she-cat, with short fur, a long tail, and hazel eyes.

Apprentice: Foxpaw

Poppythroat, a sleek, white and golden-red-spotted she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes. 

Apprentice: Emberpaw

Bluetalon, a short-haired, blue mackerel tabby tom, with amber eyes and curled ears.

Mudmask, a smooth, slender, short-haired, seal point she-cat, with ice blue eyes. 

Redwing, a slender red classic lynx point tom, with short fur, blue eyes, and an overbite.

Longstripe, a long-haired, black ticked tortoiseshell-tabby she-cat, with yellow eyes, one of which is blind. 

Firetail, a slender, smooth, mostly white, red classic tabby tom, with short fur and amber eyes. 

Apprentices

Foxpaw, a sleek, lithe, and scrawny red and white ticked she-cat, with short fur, and yellow eyes. 

Squirrelpaw, a dark red classic tabby tom, with short fur, white paws, small ears, and amber eyes. 

Emberpaw, a short-haired, black mackerel tortoiseshell-tabby she-cat, with a white chest, white toes, and copper eyes.

Nursery

Fallowdawn, a fawn tortoiseshell point she-cat with short fur, white gloves, short tail, and copper eyes. 

Kits: 

Tinykit, a short-haired, seal point molly with a short tail, small ears, and blue eyes 

Elders

Gorsestream, a short-haired cream mackerel tabby she-cat, with short fur, and green eyes. 

Laurelshadow, a lithe sparse-haired, white she-cat, with a black classic tabby tail and ears, and hazel eyes. 

Deerstep, a lilac classic tortoiseshell-tabby she-cat, with a white locket and gloves, short fur, short tail, and green eyes. 

Tansyroot, a long-haired, cream mackerel tabby tom, with green eyes and long tail.

Spottedpelt, a lean, sleek, black spotted tabby tom, with short fur, and blind copper eyes. 

#floodclan #warriors worldbuilding #warrior cat clans #warriors ocs #warrior cats #original characters #digital art #info stuff

[warriorsredeux]

hi its me, that one person who submitted those Skyclan designs on the skyclan blog awhile ago, I’ve returned and Im still not sure how to draw cats but I think im getting better

These were really fun to do but I fucked up the size and couldn’t change it so I added notes about Design Choices to fill up empty space, sorry if my handwriting isn’t too great haha

Cherry and Maple may not be the most realistic or genetically possible but theyre cute I like em

I love these crazy kids

HI I LOVE THESE OH MY GOODNESS????? YOU ARE SO SWEET

#crowstorm #tawnypelt #brambleclaw #cherryfoot #maplenose #junipercloud #stormfur #tnp #midnight #fanart #im SCREECHIN #submission

[mallowstep]

gimme... 6-10 non-canon warrior names

Like uh. Just names for warriors? Lemme know if u meant something more specific, I'm just gonna list off some names that have been rattling in my brain. I'll try to stick to vaguely canon-y ones. (If you've seen my generator list I tend to get pretty Out There w em.)

Freckledheart (I've mentioned this one many times I just think it's really cute)

Sagetail (is this a canon name? Idk sorry)

Iceshade

Junipercloud

Cloudnose

Berrysong

Pikestream

Dawnlight

Anyway if u were looking for something more specific lemme know these r just. Names that have been Bouncing.

#ask #I just did what I was feeling #so u can observe my naming biases #mine #txt #8th #talk #mynameiscrosswinds #names

[warriorsredux]

What would you rename Silverstream Stormfur and Feathertail

Silverstream and Stormfur I wouldn’t rename at all. Their names fit them very well! Stormfur could possibly be a -cloud, since he’s pretty chill in the second series so far, but -fur works just fine. As in the Redux, I would name Feathertail Junipercloud, since she’s very kind and soft-spoken. Juniper- is best for a grey tabby, as well.

#ask #rename #renames #silverstream #stormfur #feathertail #anon20201 #i speak

[gabbioso]

junipercloud

#warriorcats #warrior cats #warrior cat #warriorcat #warrior cat oc #mine

[sparrowminder]

What about Ferncloud? Are her and Dustpelt still going to be a thing? If not, will she still have a mate/kits?

Yeah, that litter’s been bumped up slightly and the family tree’s been fixed so they aren’t related and they’re a tad closer in age (they’re a year and a half apart, their apprenticeships just miss each other so he’s no longer old enough to be her mentor, and they don’t become close until after she’s a warrior.) I believe they’ll be having all the same kits too, since not that many of them actually survive to adulthood.

I’m a bit miffed about having to change Ferncloud’s name - I really love it, but I just can’t think of a justification for Fern- that I’m happy with. Right now I’m thinking Junipercloud. Also, I’ve interpreted her as silver ticked, mostly for genetics reasons. I’m still on the fence about whether Ashfur should be silver ticked or blue ticked.

#also idk if i've mentioned this #but ashfur's not terrible now bc there's no longer any good plot reason for him to be #four fates #Anonymous

[warriors-but-cats-die]

shadowclan — year seven — allegiances

leadership

leader: deerstar (10y). lilac and white spotted tabby tom and a torn ear. (apprentice — ashpaw)

deputy: junipercloud (3y). large white tom with very pale mottled cream patches. (apprentice — tallpaw)

seer: runningnose (10y). lithe white tom with a grey muzzle and rheumy, amber eyes. (apprentices — galepaw, flamepaw)

warriors

tallpoppy (7y). long-legged light tabby she-cat. (apprentice — tigerpaw)

wetfoot (6y). fluffy, small, grey tabby tom with yellow eyes. (apprentice — moosepaw)

quietwillow (6y). massive, brown she-cat. (apprentice — windpaw)

bayantler (5y). brown and red tortoiseshell she-cat with a red patch over one eye. (apprentice — dawnpaw)

tawnypelt (4y). tortoiseshell and white she-cat with clear green eyes.

birchwhisper (3y). large, well-muscled red tom with brown stripes and pale hazel eyes. (apprentice — yellowpaw)

cypresstail (3y). blind, very pale she-cat with darker spots. (apprentice — frostpaw)

moonbreeze (3y). deaf white tom with tabby patches, big paws, and amber eyes. (apprentice — brownpaw)

watchbark (3y). orange tom with dark red spots and teal eyes. (apprentice — redpaw)

creamtail (3y). red tom. (apprentice — twilightpaw)

talonfur (3y). grey tom with dark paws. (apprentice — crowpaw)

whitewater (2y). white she-cat.

willowthorn (2y). cream she-cat with dark, thin stripes and amber eyes. (apprentice — dewpaw)

scorchfur (2y). tom with one torn ear. (apprentice — skypaw)

queens

snowbird (3y). she-cat with green eyes and a limp. (kits — berrykit, cloverkit, ripplekit)

galewhisker (3y). brown and red tortoiseshell she-cat with dark amber eyes. (kit — ferretkit)

kinkfur (3y). she-cat with fur that sticks out at all angles. (kits — aspenkit, chinquapinkit, fiddlekit, silverkit, skykit, starlingkit)

elders

brightflower (16y). orange tabby she-cat with a broad face, a snub nose, and wide-set cloudy eyes.

ashheart (13y). she-cat with unusual ears.

rowanclaw (4y). lithe tom with amber eyes.

willowspot (3y). huge, brown and white tom with darker spots.

#wbcd #shadowclan #r2 #r2-y7 #allegiances #deerfoot #junipercloud #runningnose #flametail #tallpoppy #tigerheart #wetfoot #quietkit #bayantler #tawnypelt #birchwhisper #cypresstail #moonbreeze #wawtchbark #creamtail #talonpaw #whitewater #willowthorn #scorchfur #snowbird #berryheart #rippleclaw #galewhisker #ferretclaw #ashblossom

[bearskinloch]

we will be starting with PrairieClan which has become my personal favorite : )

these are the present timeline characters!

feel free to request which ones you would like to see first or know more about! :D

Leader; Trufflestar

Deputy; Biscuitheart

Meddie: Numbroot

Warriors;

Wheatstalk; Hawkpaw

Eggshell

Mistblossom

Cowspirit; Dawnpaw

Sungaze

Waspeye; Ryepaw

Cloudjumper

Pigeonheart; Birchpaw

Heronstalk

Poppymoth (Junipercloud, Owlmoon, Springsong)

Horsebone

Apprentices;

Ryepaw

Dawnpaw

Birchpaw

Hawkpaw

Queens;

Milkweed; Deerkit, Leafkit, Amberkit

Oatbelly; Thistlekit, Whitekit

Elders;

Deadstorm

#wc ocs #warrior cats #wc #warrior cats ocs #present timeline

[wc-whentomorrowcomes]

REDCLAN ALLEGIANCES:

Leader: Icestar [Former name: Iceclaw]—An older, short, and solid white molly with long, plumy fur. Has a scar under her eye, and one along her throat. 

Deputy: Rainmask — A tall, long, blue colorpoint molly with deep blue eyes, like the river. Has a couple notches in her left ear, and a scar on her shoulder. 

Medic: Plumleaf — A tall, long, blue colorpoint tom with pale blue eyes. 

Oracle: Wisteriapool — A long furred, grey molly with light orange tortoiseshell markings on her face and body. She has lavender eyes.

Healer: Sageblossom — A tall, fluffy russet tom with mint green eyes. 

Seer:

Messengers:

≥ Foxfoot — A tall, fluffy ginger tom with green eyes and a “fox” patterning to his fur.

Warriors:

≥ Sleetfall — A large, scarred gray top with darker gray splotches and spots: has orange-yellow eyes.

> Cloudtooth — A large, dark gray tabby tom with long fur and dark brown eyes. ≥ Wolfstrike — An average, chubby dark gray tom with green-brown eyes.

≥ Marigoldheart — A tall and lanky red-orange tom with green eyes.

≥ Violetblossom — A short black and white molly with lavender eyes.

> Tigerleap — A lanky brown tabby with yellow eyes.

> Nectarsong — A large, chubby russet molly with long fur and green eyes.

> Emberstorm — A large, russet-brown tom with green eyes.

> Sparrownose — A large, bulky brown tabby molly with amber eyes.

≥ Hawkfeather — An average, golden tabby molly with yellow eyes.

≥ Lizardheart— An average, dark brown tabby tom with a white chest and paws: has green eyes.

≥ Briarclaw — A large, dark gray tabby molly with hazel eyes.

≥ Meadowflame — An average, bully tortoiseshell molly with green eyes.

≥ Addereyes — A small, chubby black molly with a round face and bright green eyes.

≥ Petalfall — A tall, lanky cream tabby tom with blue eyes.

≥ Coyotefang — An average, thin, dusty gray molly with brown eyes. Has prominent fangs.

≥ Amberclaw — A large, long-furred golden brown molly with amber eyes.

≥ Koiflower — A short, chubby calico molly with green eyes.

≥ Blizzardflurry — A large, curly-furred white tom with gray splotches and blue-yellow heterochromia.

≥ Eagletfluff — A large, thick-furred red-brown tabby tom with a white chest and yellow eyes.

Warrior Apprentices:

≥ Sorrelpad — A tall, lanky, short-furred orange tom with yellow eyes.

Nursery Residents:

≥ Doveflower — An average, solid gray molly with a white chest and green eyes.

≥ Junipercloud — A short, stocky brown tabby with blue eyes.

Elders:

≥

#redclan #allegiances #warrior cats #fanclans #warrior cat ocs #warriors ocs #fan clans

[agiantmixingbowl]

Roleplay Status: OPEN ________ "..." ____________ Written Description: A short-furred silver classic tabby with bi-colored eyes; one amber and one green. She also wears a blue feather. ________________________________ Name: Birthfeather Future Name(s): None Past Name(s): Birchkit---Birchpaw _____________________ Sex: Female Gender Identification: Female Pronouns: Female Pronouns Sexuality: ??? _____________________________ Age: 45 moons/3 years and 9 months Scar(s): None ____________________ Rank: Rogue Future Rank(s): --- Past Rank(s): FlameClan Kit - FlameClan Apprentice - FlameClan Warrior ___________________________ Former Mentor: Squirrelfur (Rped by Panda) Apprentice: --- ___________________ Current Resides in: --- Birth Place: FlameClan Camp Past Living Place: FlameClan Future Living Places: --- _________________________________ Family Tree: Father: Boulderstar A brown tabby with amber eye (Alive?) (Rped by Stormy) __________________________ Mother: Bluebird (Deceased/StarClan Queen) (Rped by Airbelle) _______________________________ Great Grandfather: Storm (Deceased) (Scorchpelt's Father/Boulderstar's Grandfather) (Rped by me) _________________ Grandfather: Scorchpelt An orange tabby tom with dark amber eyes (Boulderstar's Father) (Rped by me) ___________________________________________ Great Grandmother: Lark (Deceased) (Scorchpelt's Mother/Boulderstar's Grandmother) ________________________________________________ Grandmother: Mossfoot A brown she-cat (Boulderstar's Mother) (Deceased) (Rped by Webs) _______________________ Litter-brother(s): Stormkit (Deceased/StarClan Kit) Shadowfrost A pure black tom with blue eyes (Alive) (https://trillillolz.deviantart.com/) ___________________________ Aunt(s): Rosecloud (Deceased) (Boulderstar's Litter Sister) (Rped by Webs) Tigerblaze (Alive?) (Boulderstar's Young Sister) (Rped by Stormy) Emberstorm A dark grey she-cat with green eyes (Boulderstar's Litter-sister) (Alive) (Rped by me) Ivy (Boulderstar's Litter-Siter) (Alive?) (Rped by Panda) ______________________ Great Aunt: Shadowstream (Scorchpelt's Sister) (Unknown) ___________________ Uncle(s): Fallenflight (Boulderstar's Litter-brother) (Rped by Sunstar) Flame An orange and white tom with amber eyes (Boulderstar's Younger Brother) (Alive/Rogue) (Rped by /me) ________________________________ Great Uncle: Ashstorm A grey tom with amber eyes (Deceased/StarClan Warrior) _______________ Cousin(s): Fallenkit (Emberstorm and Jack's Son) (Alive) Ember A grey she-cat with green eyes (Emberstorm and Jack's Daughter) (Alive/Rogue) (me) Scorch An orange tabby with amber eyes (Emberstorm and Jack's Son) (Alive/Rogue) (me) Birdlily A white she-cat with bi-colored eyes; one blue, one green (Emberstorm and Jack's Daughter) (Alive) (https://trillillolz.deviantart.com/) _____________________ Heather A golden she-cat with a fluffy tail and green eyes (Tigerblaze and Ripple's Daughter/Nightsong's Adopted Daughter/Fawndapple's Foster Daughter) (Alive/Rogue) (Rped by /me) Crowpaw A black and white tom with amber eyes (Tigerblaze and Ripple's Son) (Alive/Rogue) (Rped by /me) Wolfheart (Tigerblaze and Ripple's Kit) (Deceased) Pinepaw (Tigerblaze and Ripple's Daughter) (Deceased) Mosspaw (Tigerblaze and Ripple's Daughter) (Deceased) _______________________ Juniper (Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Deceased) (Rped by Skrilly) Pansyleaf (Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive?) (Rped by Rain) Jasper (Maple and Flare's Daughter/Nightsong's Adopted Son) (Alive?) (Rogue) Foxblaze (Maple and Flare's Son/Hazel's Foster Kit) (Rped by Webs) Fern (Maple and Flare's Daughter/Hazel's Foster Kit) (Alive/Rogue) (Rped by /me) ______________ Goldenstorm A black and golden colored she-cat with green eyes (Maple's and Flare's Daughter) (Rped by Webs) Flareheart An orange and white tom with amber eyes (Maple and Flare's Son) (Alive?) (Rped by Skrilly) Junipercloud (Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive?) (Rped by Skrilly) Dustpaw (Maple and Flare's Son) (Unknown) Streamfur (Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive/Rogue) (Rped by https://catsinmyramen.deviantart.com/) __________________________ Rowan A brown and white she-cat with amber eyes (Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive/Rogue) (me) Foxpaw An orange she-cat (Tigerblaze's Adopted Kit/Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive) (https://missevolution.deviantart.com/) Dustpatch (Tigerblaze's Adopted Kit/Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive?) (Rped by Stormy) _______________________________________________________ Gorsekit (Foxblaze and Juniperflower's Kit) (Deceased) Blazekit (Foxblaze and Juniperflower's Kit) (Deceased) Poppyfur (Foxblaze and Juniperflower's Daughter) (Rped by Webs) Sootstripes (Foxblaze and Juniperflower's Son) Frostfeather (Foxblaze and Juniperflower's Daughter) (Alive) (Rped by https://catsinmyramen.deviantart.com/) __________________ Maple A long-furred flame colored she-cat with green eyes (Alive/Blossomheart and Ashstorm's Daughter) (Alive/Rogue) (Rped by /me) Lilyheart A grey and white she-cat with blue eyes (Blossomheart and Ashstorm's Daughter) (Alive?) Shadowheart A pure black tom with amber eyes (Alive/Blossomheart and Ashstorm's Son) (Rped by me) Vengeance A black tom with amber eyes (Blossomheart and Ashstorm's Son) (Alive?) Thistle A grey tom with amber eyes (Alive/Blossomheart and Ashstorm's Son) (Rped by https://catsinmyramen.deviantart.com/) ____________________________________________ ________________________ Adopted Cousin(s): Foxpaw An orange she-cat (Tigerblaze's Adopted Kit/Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive) (https://catsinmyramen.deviantart.com/) Dustpatch (Tigerblaze's Adopted Kit/Maple and Flare's Daughter) (Alive?) (Rped by Stormy) WIP _______________________ In-laws: Aunt(s) In-Law: Rowan (Alive?) (Ivy's Mate) (Rped by Panda) ____________________ Cousin(s) In-law: Flare An orange and white tom with amber eyes (Maple's Mate) (Alive?) (Rped by Skrilly) Raven (Thistle's Mate) (Alive?) (Rped by Rain) Rabbit (Thistle's Mate) (Alive?) (Rped by Rain) _______________ Bloodline: She has rogue and FlameClan blood Explanation: Her Great Grandfather and Grandmother was born into a group called the Nameless Tribe, so they were both rogue by clan standards. So thus, when their kits were born they purely had rogue blood in them and her Grandfather was one of those kits. But her Grandmother, Mossfoot, was from FlameClan, so the kits she had with Birchfeather's Grandfather lead them to have a mix of rogue and FlameClan blood and her Father was one of those kits. Birchfeather's bloodline remained solely FlameClan and rogue though because her Mother was a FlameClanner like her Grandmother. ________________ Friend(s): Shadowfrost A pure black tom with blue eyes (Alive) (https://trillillolz.deviantart.com/) ________________ Acquaintance(s): Frostpaw (Rped by Feralheart) ___________________ Personality: Birchfeather is an unhappy and depressed she-cat and has been for quite a long time, which unfortunately from so much practice, has lead her to become good at faking a smile and acting happy or ok when she really isn't. But fortunately, she isn't depressed as much as she once was, and getting away from FlameClan has certaintly helped with that. But she finds that apart of her is still frustrated and unhappy with the fact that she still can't completely get over her depression. It's because of this a small part of her dislikes how she chose to start wearing a blue feather, but at the same time she has come to enjoy wearing them and the idea of not wearing them anymore isn't that appealing to her either. One of the things that is genuine about Birchfeather and can be seen is her kindness. She usually isn't rude and tends to, despite what-ever she's feeling, be nice towards others. She is also quite loyal, but obviously that loyalty has a breaking point since she left FlameClan. She cares about her family a lot and often fears the idea of loosing them like her mother, but this doesn't make her necessarily over-protective of them, especially since she literally can't be with some of them anymore. She isn't very fast and she wasn't the best hunter until it became more of a survival thing once she left. Her fighting skills also aren't that glamorous too and she can't really swim due to having no prior experience. ___________________ History: Soon ___________ Skills: -------------------- Weaknesses: To be seen _______________ Other Fact(s)/Info: . The green eye and blue feather have only recently been added to her design ______________________ Like(s): . Her Family . Blue feathers . FlameClan Dislike(s): . FlameClan . Her current emotional situation _________________________ Fears/Phobias: . Loosing more of her family . Loosing someone close to her ______________ Birchfeather's Voice: TBD __________________ Birchfeather's Songs TBD _______________ Birchfeather's Opinions on Others: Relationships will be added as she interacts with cats throughout certain things. _______________________________________________________________________ Stories/Other things she is in: N/Y

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