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plushieclan · 4 months

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Prologue part 2

TW: Injury, implied death.

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Night yawned, picking herself up from her nest. She slept beneath a Twoleg porch with her guardian, a grouchy old cat named Rime.

“Let’s get a move on before Snotlout starts bothering us.” Rime barked, referring to the kittypet that lived in the house above.

“But I wanted to sleep in!” Night whined.

“You sound like a kittypet. Come on, let’s hunt.”

As they stepped through the Twoleg place, Night had an idea. “Can we hunt on the other side of the Thunderpath today?”

Rime grunted. “Do you think you’ll find them this time?”

Night sighed. “I really hope so.”

It wasn’t always just Rime and Night. Once, she was known as Nightkit— a cat born of the clans in the wilderness beyond the Twoleg place. Night was only just a moon old when her clan was attacked, and everyone slaughtered within it. Sometimes, she wanted to go back to her old territory, but there seemed to be new residents. A clan she didn’t recognize prowled in their old hunting grounds. She was always chased off before she could make her way to their old camp.

Night knew that after all this time— half a year, as Rime called it— the likelihood of her parents still being alive was slim. Still, she held onto hope that someday, she could rejoin her family in whatever form they existed in.

“If you join those there feral cats, I won’t be coming with.” Rime said sadly. “My old bones wouldn’t be able to live there in those meadows. I won’t be able to support myself on those slim pickings.”

Night nodded. “I know, Rime. I know there isn’t a high chance of anyone in my old clan still being alive. I’ll probably stay with you until you keel over— but that’ll probably be a long time away!”

Rime swat at the young cat’s head playfully. “Stop flattering me, Night.”

They didn’t end up crossing the Thunderpath— Night figured that was for the best anyways. As much as she hoped to find her family again, she knew she’d probably be chased away again.

They spent the latter half of the day chasing away the cold by hiding under their porch. The Twoleg nests provided a lot of heat, which was needed for the chillier days. Night found herself drifting to sleep once more.

When she awoke, it was to the smell of smoke. The porch was saturated with it— the Twoleg nest must be on fire!

Night ran out from beneath the porch frantically, hacking out a lung from the smoke. She couldn’t see Rime anywhere. Where was he?!

“Rime!” she yowled, looking for any trace of the old tom. Twoleg monsters swarmed the nest, and Twolegs raced around. One spotted her, approaching.

She hissed, running away. She’d find Rime later. First, she needed to get to safety! She realized the only place that was safe would be the other side of the Thunderpath.

Taking a deep breath (before coughing up a storm), she ran across. She hasn’t properly looked both ways, but she was desperate!

She heard the sound of a deafening bellow, causing her to jump. A monster was barreling towards her!

She bolted, but it was not fast enough. She felt unimaginable pain as she flew to the side of the Thunderpath. Her eyes fluttered as she coughed weakly. Was this how it ended?

The last thing she saw before she faded into unconsciousness was a group of cats, faintly in the distance.

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Night found herself curled up in a warm nursery, wedged between a little black cat and a large gray cat. It was a dream she had often; it was her mother and sister. She didn’t remember their faces, only their scent and the way they felt that fateful night.

As always, though she wanted to stay in the warmth, she untucked herself from the cocoon and waddled out of the nursery. She was a very big kit by this point— nearly one whole moon, and exploring was on her mind. Leafpelt was so strict, always keeping her in the nursery. Well not tonight!

She crouched down as to not be seen by the other warriors. As sneaky as possible. She made it all the way to the warriors den before someone saw her.

“Now, what are you doing?”

A white molly stood before her.

Blazestar!

Little Nightkit stammered, facing her leader.

“Um… I wanted to explore.”

Blazestar chuckled. “How very brave of you. I remember when Puddlesplash and Swanjaw were still kits. They did the same thing.”

Nightkit gasped. “Really?”

Swanjaw and Puddlesplash were Blazestar’s own children. She’d seen Swanjaw duck in to tend to his three kits, who were much bigger than her.

“They’re just like me? So I could become a great warrior someday?” Nightkit said.

Blazestar smiled at her. “Of course.”

Night wanted to savor this moment. Surrounded by the happiness and tight-knit life of her clan. However, she knew what would come next.

She heard yowling at the center of camp. Blazestar looked over. Her face was as horrified as Night remembered.

“Oh, is someone playing? I want to play to!” Nightkit yipped, waddling towards the noise.

Blazestar stopped her. “How about we play a special leader game?”

“Ooo, I want to play that instead!” she said.

Blazestar lifted her by her scruff and dropped her higher up the hill. “It’s called Grangeclan run. Run through the gap in the bushes and keep going until you reach Grangeclan camp. Whoever gets there first wins! I’ll give you a head start.”

She stammered. “But… I don’t want to run so far.”

Nightkit looked back at Blazestar when an unfamiliar cat pounced on her. Blazestar yowled, throwing them off. “Nightkit, run!”

She sprinted as fast as she could, following her leader’s commands. Fear quickened her steps. Did Blazestar know the clan would be wiped out? She wondered about it many times over.

As she ran, she cried out, “Leafpelt! Mommy! Where are you?!” But Night always knew things ended the same. Leafpelt was always gone, and she was always running.

—

“You’ve inhaled a lot of smoke, huh. And survived a monster hit— I wonder who you are, little cat.

Night slowly opened her eyes to see what looked something like a small cave. Two toms sat at the entrance— one was a gruff, black tom with a large scar on his muzzle and the other was a calico with a white back half— though neither was looking at her. She didn’t think they knew she was awake.

“What are we looking at here, Rainfeather?” The black tom asked.

“Well, she seems to be around six or seven moons, I’d reckon. It’s old enough. Besides… she was saying Starleaf’s old name. I think it’s her.” The other tom, presumably Rainfeather responded.

The black tom sighed. “After all this time… she was right. Nightkit…”

He turned, and she pretended to be asleep. She wasn’t even sure why. He padded over to where Night lay. He pressed himself next to her.

“Do you even remember me, Nightkit? You were so young when everything happened. Please, wake up. Your mother and I miss you so much.”

He was her father?

She knew that her father used to see her in the nursery every day. His name was Darkheart, she thought. She couldn’t remember his face, but if it was true… she’d be so happy.

She pretended to wake up. “Darkheart?” she said. “Are you really my father?”

He looked overjoyed. “Yes, Nightkit. It’s me. Darkheart. I’m so glad you’re awake,” He barked to Rainfeather. “Get Starleaf. Quickly!”

He turned back to her. “Are you ok? Does anything hurt?”

She thought about it. Her throat was still sore and scratchy from the fire, and she could feel a dull pain in her leg. “My throat hurts. My leg, not as much.”

“The poppy seeds are working then.” He sighed. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

A gray molly entered the den, her purple eyes shining. “Oh, Nightkit! You’re alright!”

She joined Night’s other side. Her scent was just as she remembered from that night as a kit. It was really her— Leafpelt!

“Leafpelt, mom, it’s really you!” she cried.

She nuzzled Night. “It’s Starleaf now. And your father is leader— Darkstar is his new name.”

“That means— you rebuilt the clan?” she asked.

“Yes. With help from my former kin in the Wanderers. We’ve done a good job of creating this new clan. It’s called Crystalclan. When you’re well enough, I’ll show you around.”

She felt at peace. Somehow, the impossible happened. But someone was missing.

“Where’s Ravenkit?” she asked.

Darkstar sighed. “With Starclan, now.”

Her heart dropped. It hurt, but part of her knew. She just didn’t want to accept it.

“Please focus on healing for now. We’re just so happy we got you back. Don’t worry about anything else.” Starleaf rested her muzzle on Night’s head. “I’m sure Ravenkit will visit you in your dreams.”

—

It took Night a few days to heal enough. She wasn’t perfect yet— her throat still required a lot of honey and poppy seeds to feel normal— but she could walk without pain. Starleaf had shown her around the camp.

It was a small sandstone cave, with a stream rushing through the center. On the higher side was the nursery, where a queen was currently grooming her kits’ wild fur, and the elder’s den. It was empty for now, but Starleaf said that some of the older warriors would be retiring there soon.

On the lower side, the cleric den was a large outcropping of the cave. An open section allowed for a patch of grass, where Rainfeather grew important herbs that couldn’t be found with foraging. Two extra caves acted as the recovery den where she slept and Rainfeather’s den, where he also kept his herb stocks. The warrior’s den was also on this side— a stout log dragged into the cave lined with nests. At the very center of the lower half was the crystal rock, which towered above everything else.

Darkstar was stood upon the rock. Night wondered what was going on.

She touched noses with Leopardcloud, filled with excitement. A warrior apprentice… it was something that seemed impossible just a few days ago. Nightpaw was practically bouncing. A new dawn awaited her, she just knew it!

#warrior cats #warriors #clangen #warriors oc #wc #crystalclan #nightstar #rime #darkstar #starleaf #rainfeather #blazestar #puddlesplash #junco-eyes #ploverbelly #nightstar’s clan

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weheartstims · 2 years

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Nana (from rime) stimboard? Dealers choice of stims. I just miss the little fox

Nana (RiME) with foxes and lanterns!

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#weheartstims #stimboard #nana rime #fox rime #rime #fox #foxes #orange #grass #lantern #lanterns #body stims #cat #cats #hands

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reniadeb · 9 days

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full moon is out early here tonight

#white cat #sleepy cat #cat #mostlycatsmostly #full moon #moon #leann rimes #meme #funny #memes

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cat-arsenal · 19 days

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Found a lost kit shortly before Moon and Fruit had their seventh.

#slate makes eight and rime makes nine #clangen #warrior cats clangen #adventclan #advent clan #warriors #warrior cats #cats #kittens

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sutibusart · 1 year

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a snow leopard tabaxi cub (sketch)

#sketch #dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #ttrpg #rpg #fantasy #tabaxi #anthro #cat person #snow leopard #bard #my art #art #rime of the frostmaiden

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the-virgoperspective · 2 years

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Moon in the 11th House

Lindsay Lohan - Taurus Moon

Keyshia Cole - Gemini Moon

Nicole Richie - Cancer Moon

Venus Williams - Leo Moon

Doja Cat - Virgo Moon

Mila Kunis - Scorpio Moon

Oprah Winfrey - Sagittarius Moon

Ashanti - Sagittarius Moon

LeAnn Rimes - Capricorn Moon

Ashlee Simpson - Aquarius Moon

#lindsay lohan #keyshia cole #nicole richie #venus williams #doja cat #mila kunis #oprah winfrey #ashanti #leann rimes #ashlee simpson #moon #moon in the 11th house #astrology #zodiacs #zodiac signs #i do not own any of these images

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i-want-my-iwtv · 2 years

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Hi! I just discovered your blog searching for IWTV quotes. I named my kitty Clawdia because she had these little stripes on her chin that looked like fangs, and she was very combative 🤭 She passed away Nov. 2020, and I want to get a memorial tattoo for her. I was wondering, what are some/your favorite Claudia quotes? I haven’t read this book in about 15 years and I can only find like two quotes online..?? I’m not sure if there’s even a good tattoo one, but I thought I might ask :-) Thank you.

Awww, I’m sorry for your loss, and I'm honored to help you find a good quote to memorialize your Clawdia ♥. Excellent name choice; Claudia is basically fangs + very combative + adorable (whether she likes it or not!) little creature. Share a few pics with us, if you feel comfortable doing so. And do share with us when you get the tattoo so I can add it to my collection here!

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I finished skimming through the first 5 books, I spent a lot of time on this, and I’m satisfied with what I pulled. I think my fave option for now is:

"A small glittering thing plucked from the raging chaos"

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Claudia is one of my top 3 favorite characters in the whole series. Reading/writing fics set in the IWTV era is like visiting with her... one of my fave fics is @codenamecesare’s Fearfully Changing, which features Claudia.

OK SO. Claudia quotes! @claudiaindarkness might have some good quotes to add to mine. A lot of what Claudia canonically said was contextual and sometimes fairly combative, which can be good for a tattoo, depending on what you’re going for. I have 2 sections, one is direct quotes from her that you could use bits of, and the second is for quotes about her, in some way. I didn't add any from the '94 IWTV movie, it sounds like you're more focused on the books, but if you want a few from the movie, I'll add them. I also didn’t add the more standard fandom fave quotes, I don’t recall that any of them are directly Claudia-related, like “Evil is a point of view,” and “If I am an angel, paint me with black wings,” etc.

Also, check out my #tattoo tag, there are other VC tattoos there that might inspire you.

IWTV Claudia quotes:

"I have no human nature"

"We must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge"

"Let the flesh instruct the mind"

"A constant never-ending search for something"

"I'll put you in your coffin, Father, I'll put you in it forever."

“You know the remedy. Let the flesh . . . let the flesh instruct the mind.”

"So now let's have peace, because there's nothing else to be had."

"Hell is people living together in eternal hatred."

"Would that I had your size . . And would that you had my heart.”

“Be en garde”

“Don't be frightened of my fancy”

“We need our language, our people.“

"This is my world, I must have it as I like,”

“Did you think I'd be your daughter forever?“

“Fire purifies“

“We have the world, come with us!”

Quotes (potentially) about Claudia:

(from IWTV) The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.

"What a picture he made of her, the infant death, he called her. Sister death, and sweet death;" From those, I like Sweet Death

"Claudia, meantime, was flirting with disaster," variations: Flirting with disaster or Flirt with disaster could work!

This is a bit of a stretch, but digging back through my blog... "So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end" - Lestat, Tale of the Body Thief. I love that line, probably one of my favorite lines in the whole series. It’s about Mojo but as that book has a lot of Claudia, I interpret it as being about her, too: "A small glittering thing plucked from the raging chaos"

“Fierce and unnatural child thing”

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young. - by Webster, in Claudia’s diary entry from QOTD.

“The beautiful know they have power, and she had, in her diminutive charm, a certain power of which she was always casually aware.” - Louis re: Claudia in Merrick

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yellowvixen · 21 days

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long time no toxic yuri

plus flats and lines!

#this is my favourite part of their dynamic #where blaze hates rime and rime is so into it LOL #sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #blaze the cat #rime the cat #sonic art #sonic fanart #sonic oc #sonic original character #oc x canon #art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #vixenart #cw blood #<- just in case

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official-hawknose · 2 years

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i think my favorite character I’ve written into my Courts is Rime, a cat that died and came back, and later would joke that they just couldn’t bear to leave their life partner, Opal

truthfully they DID die, of sickness, a mixture of starvation and dehydration, sickness sapping away any strength to eat or drink, making it impossible to keep anything down. He died, for a full night he was dead, and the next morning was awake again

There’s no nine lives system in my Courts, Leaders dont get any extra lives, if they die, they’re dead. And the funny thing is, Rime is part of a cult that worships death and its cycle in life. Cats are ceremoniously eaten by their group-mates, with both consent from the deceased and their closest family member. If their family member refuses, the cat is buried instead.

My favorite thing is detailing the changes that happened to Rime after coming back.

Rime basically dies and comes back very, very different. Personality wise, they’re the same. But he doesn’t have a scent anymore, no eyeshine, he rarely has to eat or drink water. A workaround, and a fav design note to him, is that Opal, his life partner, helps the insecurity of not having a scent(or at least, only having a faint scent of death) by tying a mixture of heather and lavender into his fur.

More context: Opal and Rime have been life partners for longer than they’ve been in the cult together. They met while young, and the bond between them was solidified when Opal picked a fight with a cat way bigger than both of them. Rime immediately threw himself in between them, and defended her. They got two scars on the bridge of their nose, between their eyes, for the trouble, and both of them ended up hightailing it out of there to avoid getting hurt more.

The relationship between them is currently the only one in my Courts - it's completely platonic, they’re dedicated life partners, call each other mates occasionally, and while Opal is pregnant, her kits aren’t Rime’s and Rime’s intention is only to help her raise the kits and act as an uncle rather than a parent. They’re both dedicated to each other and closely bonded. Opal and Rime’s designs are some of my favorites, alongside Puffin and Finch, two others in the cult, though Finch was born into it and Puffin was adopted as a kit.

the cult is one of my favorite aspects of the Court’s universe, the characters are some of my favorites and I absolutely adore them

#hickoryrambles #birth of an echo #hickorys ocs #im electing to ignore that ive written posts abt Rime and the cult multiple times and then never posted them #i actually have SO much writing and LORE to the courts that i!!! havent posted!!!!!!!#literally anywhere!!!!#and i hate it!!!!!!#theres cats i love in it and LORE i love but i just havent!!!#i feel obligated to have art of these cats but i dont have full designs yet i just have small doodles and half hearted family trees #someone pls ask for more i beg #hands and knees im fucking begging #groveling if you will #some of the designs ive done are my favorites nad i need to make full designs soon.#i do actually have proper designs for like. one cat?#and a phone doodle of Finch

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