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bonefall · 1 year

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Tell us more about Larkstripe! She sounds cool as hell

[ID: Larkstripe from the Better Bones AU, along with her young son, Ripplekit. Larkstripe is a silver-gray cat with yellow eyes, and black, diamond-shaped markings. A black stripe stretches from her cheek down to her paw. Ripplekit is a fluffy black kitten with heart-shaped ginger markings on one side of his body.]

A minor character in Ripplestar's Rot!

In every time, there have always been people who've done the right thing and gotten punished for it. Never believe that there was an oppressive system, or a cruel choice, that someone didn't fight against. History is written by the winners, but the truth will never die.

When SkyClan was exiled, the Clerics protested immediately. 1/5th of the stars would be discarded like trash, their descendants scattered to a horrible fate. Larkstripe of WindClan rallied her fellow medics, going on strike against the four remaining leaders.

When Swiftstar got sick, Larkstripe reminded him of their demands, and told him,

"If you won't listen to your Cleric, then speak to StarClan yourself. If you live, I will take it as an omen that this suffering is their will. If you die, then we are correct. Gamble with your last life, Swiftstar, we have been clear."

But the deputy, Dalerunner, did not intend to negotiate.

In those days, the Cleric's Vow was not law. It was a personal oath that the Clerics took between mentor to apprentice, and served to encourage the cat to value medicine above loyalty to the Clan. Larkstripe had a single child, Ripplekit, but no cat had dared to accuse the ferocious senior Cleric of neglecting her commitment to her job.

But Dalestar did. She had allowed Swiftstar to die and refused to council him, destabilizing the entire Clan and leading the Clerics into rebellion. All Clan cats must be loyal, and StarClan had clearly stopped talking to her because of her violation of the vow. Ripplekit was taken from her to make an example, tossed to ShadowClan and raised at Birdflight's belly.

The Cleric's Vow was codified into law, and the strike was broken. Larkstripe had lost everything. Ripplekit never got to see his mother again, she was said to have died of a broken heart shortly before his apprenticeship.

More trivia, and an alt color, under the cut!

Larkstripe was previously Larkwing FQ! She has been renamed due to conflict with Sedgewhisker's daughter in the modern day.

Because of changes, Larkstripe is going to get a successor. That's going to be Thrushpelt WC, who is also getting a renaming to Thrushbreeze.

Larkstripe canonically links Mapleshade's Vengeance to Cloudstar's Journey, which is what my reworked timeline is based on.

Ripplekit was 4 moons old when he was taken from his mother, similar to being 8 or so. He remembers her very clearly.

Lark didn't have a mate. The honor sire is someone in WindClan.

This was before the Queen's Rights, but Honor-Siring within a Clan existed before that. The father was known but not involved.

She was experienced, self-assured, and intense. Honor and honesty were her favorite values; Ripplestar is a lot like her.

I slowly turned Ripple's generic blotches into heart-shapes and I realized it would be cool as hell if Larkstripe had diamonds. I just think card motifs are Neat.

I forgot that she's canonically silver-and-black and corrected it as soon as I remembered, but I did finish a coloring before I did. Bonus tortie Larkstripe be upon ye.

#Larkwing FQ #Larkstripe #BB!Larkstripe #Better Bones AU #Character summary #Ripplestar's Rot #Ripplekit

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rippleclan · 27 days

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RippleClan: Moon 35

Shadowdrop made Carnationspeckle laugh again and again.

[Image ID: Shadowdrop talks with Carnationspeckle. Rattlepelt watches from afar. Under Rattlepelt, it says LEVEL UP! PREY CLEANER -> LEATHER ARTIST.

(Rattlepelt: 18, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Shadowdrop: 27, male, codekeeper, sneaky, eloquent speaker, good teacher)

(Carnationspeckle: 37, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

Downstar calls for a Clan meeting and declares Mousepaw to be a codekeeper. She is now called Mousesong.

[Image ID: Mousepaw, now Mousesong, faces Rattlepelt. Mousesong says “Thanks, I suppose.” Under Mousesong, it says LEVEL UP! MOUSEPAW -> MOUSESONG, ODDLY OBSERVANT -> KEEN EYE.)

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Rattlepelt wanted to start a new tradition in the warrior’s den. Rabbitjoy was all for helping her collect the needed materials, so all the pair had to do was wake up early and prepare. It gave Rattlepelt something else to think about other than Shadowdrop.

It wasn’t that Rattlepelt disliked him. He was a fine codekeeper and helped Rattlepelt improve some recipes on occasion. But he was not the right fit for Carnationspeckle. Carnationspeckle was selfless, kind, talented, and understanding. Shadowdrop simply wasn’t. Carnationspeckle assured Rattlepelt that she was just friends with Shadowdrop, and while Rattlepelt believed her mother, she didn’t think Shadowdrop felt the same. That, combined with her sister’s codekeeper ceremony the night before, made it hard for Rattlepelt to sleep. So, she worked.

“I don’t think she’ll like it,” Rabbitjoy muttered as dawn rose. The brown molly plucked down from between her claws. She and Rattlepelt sat outside the warrior’s den. Their Clanmates walked around them

“We might as well see,” Rattlepelt sighed just as the newly named Mousesong entered camp. The name did not fit the way the white molly held her head high and walked through camp without a glance at anyone else. Rattlepelt swallowed hard as Mousesong trudged to the warrior’s den.

“Mousesong!” Rattlepelt called as the newly named codekeeper approached. “Congratulations on your ceremony.”

“Thanks,” Mousesong muttered. “Where can I sleep?”

“That’s what we wanted to show you,” Rabbitjoy explained. She slipped behind Rattlepelt and into the den. She stopped beside Mousesong’s new nest. There was an odd, furry lump sitting in the nest. It was made of mouse pelts, held together with twine. Mousesong pawed the bundle and it squished under the pressure. It fluffed back up when she moved her paw.

“What is this?” Mousesong asked.

“Something we invented,” Rattlepelt chirped. “I tanned some mouse leather and Rabbitjoy tied them together. We stuffed down and moss in between the two. You can lay your head on it, and it’s like resting on someone’s side. I picked mouse pelts since I know you like mice.” Mousesong crawled into her new nest and slowly put her head on the fluff-ball. “I’m hoping we can make little gifts like these for new graduates in the future.”

“Why?” Mousesong huffed, lifting her head.

“Because it shows that we appreciate everything you’ve done,” Rattlepelt insisted. Mousesong eyed both Rattlepelt and Rabbitjoy. Rabbitjoy squirmed under Mousesong’s cold eyes, but Rattlepelt stood firm.

“Thanks, I suppose,” Mousesong muttered. “You didn’t have to do that. Either of you.” She laid back down and said, “I’ll catch something good for you both after I sleep.”

“That’s a promise,” Rattlepelt chirped. “We’ll let you rest. Sweet dreams, Mousesong!” Mousesong stared at her the whole way out of the warrior’s den. Rabbitjoy glanced back a dozen times as she and Rattlepelt made their way to the “artisan’s corner” of camp, where they had their tanning rack and other crafting tools set up.

“I can’t tell if she liked the fluff-ball,” Rabbitjoy sighed. “I’m impressed she didn’t rip into you.”

“She cares, even if she doesn’t admit it,” Rattlepelt said. “I know she does. It scares her, that’s all.”

“You show her more grace than I can,” Rabbitjoy said, shaking her head with a soft chuckle.

“She’s my sister,” Rattlepelt huffed. “Of course I do.”

(Rattlepelt: 18, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Rabbitjoy: 72, female, artisan, charismatic, master weaver)

(Mousesong: 12, female, codekeeper, loyal, keen eye)

Palekit found a hole in the rocks and, curious as all kits are, stuck her paw inside. The whole camp comes running when she screeches in pain. It seems a snake was living in that hole.

[Image ID: Weedfoot, Fennelspot, and Scrubmask run toward Palekit, who is screaming “Momma!” Under Palekit, it says + NEW SKILL: PICKY NEST BUILDER. + CONDITION: SNAKE BITE,]

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Palekit’s scream stirred a sleeping fear in Weedfoot that she thought had long since faded.

She had been sharing stew with Fennelspot and Scrubmask, admiring the petals the former now kept tucked into his white patch. Clammask was on nursery duty, and Weedfoot could hear her children’s giggles from the other side of camp. There shouldn’t have been a reason to be on edge. And yet, as Weedfoot dipped her muzzle into the bowl for another sip of soup, a kitten’s wail pierced the peace hovering over camp.

Weedfoot was running before she even processed what she saw. Palekit, whose eyes were shifting to match her father and whose strong legs had been the first of her litter to walk, now cradled one leg close as a slick black snake stuck its head out of a hole in the rocks.

“Momma!” Palekit wept. Fear-scent flooded her tiny body as she stared at the snake. Even with Weedfoot’s head start, Fennelspot was faster. He snatched Palekit by the scruff and dragged her away from the snake. Carnationspeckle had been sharing tongues with Downstar and bolted out of the leader’s den at the little kit’s cry. The young caretaker spotted the snake and pounced. Her fangs sunk into the snake’s neck. She shook the snake wildly and flung it over the rocks and out of camp.

“Palekit, when did you leave the den?” Clammask hurried out of the nursery. Weedfoot’s four other children lingered behind her. Poor Weedfoot’s attention was solely focused on her oldest daughter, who shook as she wailed.

“Momma’s here, Palekit,” Weedfoot cooed as Fennelspot examined the bite on Palekit’s leg.

“What do you need?” Downstar barked, already running for the medicine den.

“It’s not venomous!” Fennelspot yowled, waving Downstar off. “The bite is not venomous.”

“How do you know?” Scrubmask asked as the rest of RippleClan gathered around Fennelspot and Weedfoot.

“Do you see how the bite wound forms an arch?” Fennelspot explained as Weedfoot groomed Palekit’s head. “That means the snake does not have venom. I believe it was a black ratsnake. They can hurt, but they aren’t deadly.”

“Is she okay?” Downstar huffed, glaring at Fennelspot with more fire in her eyes than Weedfoot had seen in moons.

“She will be,” Fennelspot promised. “We just need to clean the bite and make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“I want my dad,” Palekit cried, burying her little face in her mother’s fur.

“Has anyone seen James today?” Scrubmask called to the crowd.

“He took a walk with Parsley and Rustshade,” Carnationspeckle said, spitting snake blood out of her mouth. “I can find them.”

“Go,” Downstar huffed, nodding. Carnationspeckle looped around the crowd and jogged out of camp.

“I don’t like this,” Palekit moaned.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Weedfoot promised, picking Palekit up by the scruff. As she did so, her head swam. She steadied her paws and shoved the dizziness back. She may have still been weak from the difficult birth, but stars-damn it, she was going to carry her daughter to the medicine den.

[Image ID: Waspkit, Lavenderkit, Ripplekit, and Puddlekit hog the screen. Under Ripplekit, it says + NEW SKILLS: AVID PLAY-FIGHTER, SPLASHES IN PUDDLES. Under Puddlekit, it says + NEW SKILL: MORBID CURIOSITY. Under Lavenderkit, it says + NEW SKILL: LOVES TO SING. Under Waspkit, it says + NEW SKILL: INTERESTED IN CLAN HISTORY.]

As Weedfoot and Fennelspot brought Palekit into the medicine den, four pairs of blue-tinted eyes watched them from the nursery. Clammask stood in front of them with her tail running over each of their little backs.

“Did any of you notice Palekit leave the nursery?” Clammask sighed, turning back to the kits.

“She was playing with Puddlekit,” Waspkit immediately said, pointing his tail at his younger brother.

“I didn’t think we had to stay in the nursery,” Puddlekit whined. Without his white blaze and deep blue eyes, he would look just like his injured sister, albeit a bit more pathetic (in Waspkit’s eyes at least).

“Puddlekit is in trouble,” Lavenderkit sang, trotting around Puddlekit. “Puddlekit is in trouble!”

“No he isn’t!” Ripplekit whined, smacking her white-splashed brother’s flank. “It’s no one’s fault!”

“Ripplekit is right,” Clammask added. “This was a bad accident. The snake could have bitten anyone. If anything, I’m to blame for not keeping an eye on your sister.”

“Clammask is in trouble, Clammask is in trouble,” Lavenderkit sang, throwing himself on Clammask’s leg.

“I’m going to sit outside,” Clammask sighed, gently shoving Lavenderkit off. “Keep yourselves entertained, you four.” She stepped off the leather floor and onto the warm sand. She laid across the entrance, trapping the four remaining kits inside the nursery.

“Listen!” Waspkit yowled. He waved his tail wildly to catch his littermates’ attention. “Palekit’s hurt! No more getting hurt, everyone.”

“I promise,” Puddlekit said quietly.

“I’ll do what I want!” Lavenderkit huffed. He launched himself on his front paws, but his headstand attempt proved futile. He tumbled forward and his flank landed right in Waspkit’s face. Waspkit growled and launched into a full assault on his brother. Ripplekit squealed and joined the fight. Puddlekit watched from the sidelines.

Unbeknownst to any of the small kits, their laughter warmed the frigid air suffocating the camp.

(Weedfoot: 84, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Fennelspot: 92, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Scrubmask: 52, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

(Palekit: 1, female, kit, impulsive, picky nest builder)

(Carnationspeckle: 37, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Clammask: 29, female, caretaker, righteous, lore master, good teacher)

(Downstar: 93, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Waspkit: 1, male, kit, bossy, interested in clan history)

(Puddlekit: 1, male, kit, polite, morbid curiosity)

(Lavenderkit: 1, male, kit, noisy, likes to sing)

(Ripplekit: 1, female, kit, know-it-all, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

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fadeclangen · 4 months

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My anime boy is now a father what.

#clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #wc #warriors oc #littleback #marshkit #ripplekit #wc oc

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 3 months

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oh just thought of the story for Wolfkit/smoke and Ripplekit/patch and it is SO sad

#wolfkit #wolfsmoke #ripplekit #ripplepatch #prefixes suggested by starfalcon and the suffixes are the other options they gave

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leafpoolstanblog · 3 days

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ShadowClan-R2-Y6-LB

Redpaw, Olivepaw, and Shrewpaw are apprenticed to Marshclaw, Rubbleskip, and Whitethroat.

Ratscar dies. Marshclaw is promoted to deputy.

Kinkfur, Dawnpaw, and Ripplekit die.

Whitethroat brings another kit (Ferretkit) back to the Clan, Ferretkit. Boulderstar definitely thinks his warriors are stealings kits either from the other Clans or Twolegs, but figures he won’t address it until it becomes a problem. A big Clan is a strong Clan.

Badgerfang as well brings home Starlingkit.

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #warrior cats fanfic #shadowclan #r2-y6-lb #redpaw #olivepaw #shrewpaw #marshclaw #rubbleskip #whitethroat #ratscar #kinkfur #dawnpaw #ripplekit #ferretkit #badgerfang #starlingkit

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mayfeatherwcdesigns · 3 months

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Buster/rippletail (shadowclan) design please? ^-^

Rippletail/Buster

#buster #rippletail #ripplepaw #ripplekit #warriors #warrior cats #design

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pikaclan · 6 months

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Moon 150

Many of our young apprentices go missing, as well as a young an a senior warrior. PikaClan is not quite sure what happened, assuming Robinmist and Sunshatter went after the apprentices but did not come back. After many days of searching, they are presummed dead

Cricketfrost and Hatchdawn immediately find more kits and adopt them

Chirppaw is a full medicine cat

New apprentices! Nightpaw is apprenticed to Rubbleleap. (Forgot to roll for nightpaw and burnetpaw; they are both intact)

Burnetpaw casually trauma dumps to Hailsky

Officially scared of medicine cat Chirpsmoke

Rattlerun got hit by a monster but survived . . . for now

<- Previous Moon Next Moon ->

#moon 150 #snowypaw #berrypaw #shardpaw #sunshatter #robinmist #rum tum tugger #alpinecave #cricketfrost #hatchdawn #egretkit #cherrykit #ripplekit #beewish #chirpsmoke #hailsky #burnetpaw #nightpaw #rattlerun

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blues-sues · 2 months

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Did a redraw! These are Vixenkit and Skunkpelt!

TLDR: Vixenkit, Ripplekit, and Snapkit snuck out of camp (yes, common trope, I know) and something went wrong (of course) unbeknownst to them that a badger had been lurking on the territory. It caused Ripplekit to die, Snapkit to appear to go missing, and Vixenkit to lose her hind leg and be found badly wounded. Skunkpelt, the medicine cat, tries to gently break the news... Vixenkit doesn't take it well.

These are characters from an animated series I had planned but it never unfortunately went anywhere due to my own bad managing, memory, and problems with animation motivation <- as I was the only one animating the entire thing. I could've asked for help but at the time I'd only done one animation Collab and didn't understand how exactly stuff like that worked.

Vixenkit definitely has to undergo some rewriting... The entire story does, really. But I'd be happy to share more if people are interested! I definitely wanna introduce some other characters... (I just wanna show you guys my boy Rockstar...)

#warriors ocs #warrior cats #warrior cats ocs #warriors au #kind of???? idk

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splashclan-clangen · 20 days

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almost forgot to post these today, but here's the artwork for the SplashClan years 7-8 video, moving onto years 9-10 next!

Allegiances

Leader:

Lightstar - light brown-and-cream tom with amber eyes

Deputy:

Jellyfishspeckle - ginger speckled she-cat with heather-blue eyes and a spiked collar

Medicine Cat:

Thornheart - light brown tom with green eyes (apprentice, Sparrowpaw)

Warriors:

Thunderisle - white she-cat with brown-and-gray calico splotches with green eyes (apprentice, Littlepaw) Whitestrike - white spotted tom with long fur and bronze eyes Old Deuteronomyplume - spotted gray-and-whtie she-cat with green eyes Sparkstep - dark cream speckled tom with sage eyes Flitfoot - dark ginger tabby she-cat with cobalt eyes Sardinefuzz - gray rosetted tom with white markings and blue eyes (apprentice, Ravenpaw) Emberfreckle - dark ginger rosetted she-cat with silver eyes Scalefleck - gray-and-white rosetted tom with cobalt eyes Palmtree - white tom with gray eyes

Apprentices:

Ravenpaw - ginger tom with a striped back and dark blue eyes (mentor, Sardinefuzz) Littlepaw - dark brown tabby tom with pale yellow eyes (mentor, Thunderisle) Sparrowpaw - dark gray, almost black, she-cat with cyan eyes (mentor, Thornheart)

Queens:

Minkscratch - cream tabby tom with yellow eyes; missing a leg and his tail (father to Hushkit, Hailkit, Splashkit, and Chirpkit) Dropsun - black-and-white she-cat with emerald eyes (mother to Ripplekit and Thymekit)

Kits:

Hushkit - golden rosetted tom with blue eyes Chirpkit - very dark gray bengal tom with gray eyes Hailkit - golden-and-white bengal tom with blue eyes Splashkit - golden tabby tom with pale blue eyes Ripplekit - black-and-white she-cat with pale blue eyes Thymekit - white she-cat with black-and-ginger tortoiseshell splotches and hazel eyes

Elders:

Brackenshade - light brown tom with a striped back and cyan eyes

#warriors #warrior cats #clangen #clan generator #splashclan #artwork #character design #digital art #my art #clan gen challenge

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redux-iterum · 29 days

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Charred Legacy Allegiances: RiverClan

Leader - Crookedstar - warm brown tabby and white tom with a twisted jaw and green eyes

Deputy - Oakclaw - reddish-brown tabby tom with amber eyes (Oakheart) Apprentice - Burdockpaw

Seer - Mudcloud - dark brown blotchy tabby and white tom with gold eyes (Mudfur)

Matriarch - Duckflower - brown tabby and white molly with green eyes (Greenflower)

Warriors Pikefang - brown tabby and white tom with orange eyes (Piketooth)

Lavenderflower - gray tabby and white molly with yellow-green eyes (Lilystem)

Swallowwing - dark brown tabby and white molly with odd eyes (Softwing)

Voleclaw - small gray-brown tom with white markings and bright green eyes

Pansyheart - pale gray tortoiseshell and white molly with sage green eyes (Petaldust)

Reedtail - golden-brown and white splotchy tabby tom with vibrant copper eyes

Leoparddawn - brown and ginger rosetted caliby with gold eyes (Leopardfur)

Dawnheart - warm gray and white molly with green eyes (Skyheart)

Blackclaw - black tom with a white chin and orange eyes

Mistfoot - blue-gray molly with amber eyes (Mistyfoot) Apprentice - Grasspaw

Stonefur - light blue-gray tom with gold eyes Apprentice - Rookpaw

Emberdawn - tortoiseshell and white molly with bright green eyes

Brightstream - ginger and white molly with light amber eyes (Dawnbright)

Mallowtail - cream and white molly with dark amber eyes

Privetclaw - black and white tom with green eyes (Whiteclaw)

Shadepelt - black molly with copper eyes

Apprentices Grasspaw - brown and white tabby jack with green eyes

Rookpaw - black tom with a white marking on his chest and copper eyes (Reedpaw)

Burdockpaw - blue-gray tom with amber eyes (Pikepaw)

Queens Mosspelt - pale brown tortoiseshell and white molly with mossy eyes

Kits Emberdawn and Reedtail’s kit Hawkerkit - dark blue-gray tabby tom with white markings (Ripplekit)

Mosspelt’s litter Plumkit - ginger and white tom (Pouncekit) Dapplekit - dappled gray tabby molly with white markings

Orphaned litter (fostered by Mosspelt) Stormkit - long-furred gray tom with white markings Mintkit - large silver tabby and white molly with gray stripes (Featherkit)

Elders Cypresspelt - brown tabby and white tom with a short tail and pale green eyes (Cedarpelt)

Graypath - dark gray molly with yellow eyes (Graypool)

Sleetstream - long-furred mottled gray and white molly with mossy eyes (Lakeshine)

#warrior cats #warriors redux iterum #iterum #allegiances #riverclan #book three #arc one #charred legacy

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bonefall · 6 months

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on the same vein with Gorseclaw, where does Birdflight stand in this situation? doubt she was alive during Ripplestar's rule and not entirely sure where she went after death, but was she more betrayed by Ripplestar and Spottedpelt attack on the gathering or Gorseclaw betraying them and moving to ThunderClan and also killing Spottedpelt (even if it was a battle)? did she and Cloudstar reunited after he was de-ratified?

sorry, this whole family is making me crazy, always has been a peak for me, even the canon version (just.. Birdflight watching her clan and mate go into the unknown, her taking shelter in one of the clans that explicitly refused to help and then watched the memory of SkyClan just fade away.. and then she couldn't reunite with her family and beloved in afterlife for YEARS).

Birdflight is where Ripplestar's rage came from. He missed his mother terribly, but Birdflight gave him a sense of purpose and belonging. Larkstripe was blamed for all of this, and broken by that intense shaming-- when in reality, it was Birdflight that raised him with a fire.

She made sure Ripplekit wasn't unwelcome. She raised him as her own, and they became close.

She was CONVINCED that Cloudstar was going to send word for them. She believed in him like a Cleric believes in StarClan.

When Cloudstar didn't send word... then it was because something was wrong.

Once Ripplepaw was old enough to see the blight spreading up the 5th tree at Fivetrees, he was convinced too. It was plain to see.

So, in terms of the conflict that would eventually rise, unambiguously Birdflight would have supported the war. She's proud of Ripplestar and Spottedpelt.

At the same time... she understands Gorseclaw. How tired he was of all the carnage, and the practicality of his decision.

What she's more disappointed in is who he becomes after that night, leaning into all of the slander about Ripplestar and Spottedpelt, adopting the belief that SkyClan deserved its fate for its weakness.

She loves them all. But she was pro-war.

Birdflight was already in StarClan when Ripplestar was smote and his many slain rebels were judged. She was not able to out-vote Silverpelt, she is just one, less powerful spirit.

At some point, Skystar, God of War, admonishes the fact that SkyClan's ancestors left in exile. If they were all here, perhaps they would have been able to support Ripplestar's conquest. Or just change his placement.

While she may despise Skystar for the way he, too, is blaming SkyClan... she sees the value in what he says.

Leave StarClan and give up your seat. Give up your ability to craft new kits, signs, and influence the living.

She misses her kits who are in the Dark Forest, but how will she get them out if she follows them? That is her philosophy.

Over generations, she speaks to Gorseclaw less and less. Her memory is small, just a detail in a history lesson. His power becomes immense.

When SkyClan joins the Lake and the others, Birdflight becomes part of Skypelt, leaving Silverpelt. She doesn't feel a desire to go back and forth; any friends she has come to visit her more than she goes to them.

#BB!Birdflight #Better bones au

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rippleclan · 13 days

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RippleClan: Moon 36

Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle have become mates.

[Image ID: Oilstripe says to Carnationspeckle, “You’re already a hero, Carnation.” Under Oilstripe, it says + MATE: CARNATIONSPECKLE. Under Carnationspeckle, it says + MATE: OILSTRIPE. Rustshade, Rattlepelt, and Applepelt watch from afar.]

Oilstripe watched Downstar and Rustshade quietly share tongues below the Shiprock as she steadied her nerves. Would Downstar be annoyed if Oilstripe interrupted? She knew Downstar spent the most time with Rustshade when her mood was low (Duskkit kept her up one night complaining about it), was now a good time? It had to be. Oilstripe couldn’t wait much longer.

“Dad?” Oilstripe said, approaching the two founders. “Do you have a minute to talk with me?” Rustshade paused with his tongue on Downstar’s ear.

“What about?” Rustshade asked. Oilstripe hesitated as Downstar’s sharp amber eyes studied her ginger pelt.

“I can explain in private,” Oilstripe finally said. Rustshade brushed his tail against Downstar and got up. Downstar silently slunk back to her den. Duskkit’s spirit peeked out from the nursery and ran into the leader’s den. Rustshade followed Oilstripe’s gaze but could not see the star speckled kit.

Oilstripe led Rustshade around the Shiprock and said “I’m taking Carnationspeckle out hunting, and I need you to do me a favor. Can you find Rattlepelt a few minutes after we leave and follow us?”

“Why would I do that?” Rustshade huffed.

“I’d feel bad if she didn’t get to see this,” Oilstripe admitted. “Carnation told me the reason she always asks for both of us to help her with her tasks is because she wants us to be mates. She should get to see Carnation’s reaction.” It took a moment for Rustshade’s mind to catch up with Oilstripe’s implication.

“You want to make your relationship official?” Rustshade hummed.

“I think it’s time,” Oilstripe said with a stiff nod.

“Stars right, it's about time!” Applepelt’s shimmering spirit cheered from the top of Shiprock. Oilstripe flinched as Applepelt chanted, “My friends are becoming mates! My friends are becoming mates!”

“More ghostly advice?” Rustshade asked, glancing in Applepelt’s direction. “If StarClan is excited for you, then I’m happy for you. I’ll bring Rattlepelt. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes, Dad,” Oilstripe said as the object of Oilstripe’s affections shifted in the corner of her eye. Carnationspeckle played with the kits outside the nursery, giving James a break (the ginger tom looked like he’d been tossed through a thunderstorm and dried with a bolt of lightning).

Palekit snuggled with James while Puddlekit and Waspkit tried to drag Carnationspeckle down.

“If you’re sure, you’re sure,” Rustshade hummed, spotting Carnationspeckle. “Good luck, Oilstripe.” Oilstripe shook the sand out of her pelt and marched up to the nursery. She only got part way to Carnationspeckle before tiny fangs dug into her ankle. Oilstripe yelped and stumbled forward. Ripplekit giggled underneath her, batting the long strands of fur that dangled from Oilstripe’s belly.

“She’s going to be good in a fight!” Carnationspeckle giggled.

“Are you too busy?” Oilstripe asked, trying to get Ripplekit out from under her. The quick kit kept darting back under her belly.

“It’s as though they feed on each other!” Carnationspeckle laughed as Lavenderkit appeared behind her and grabbed onto her tail. “They just keep going!”

“Sleep is for kits!” Lavenderkit yowled, jaw tight around Carnationspeckle’s tail.

“But we are kits,” Puddlekit pointed out, slipping off Carnationspeckle’s head.

“I can wait until you’re finished,” Oilstripe promised as the greedy little kit in her head screamed at the injustice of it all.

“I can watch the kits.” Downstar left her den, Duskkit hovering behind her. Downstar grabbed Waspkit by the scruff and lifted him off Carnationspeckle.

“Really?” Carnationspeckle said with wide eyes.

“I could use some time with the next generation,” Downstar chuckled. Duskkit trotted past Oilstripe with her tail held high. Oilstripe playfully flicked a paw at Duskkit while all eyes were on Downstar. Duskkit laughed and charged out of camp, vanishing with a twinkle.

“Downstar, Downstar!” Ripplekit cheered, pouncing on the tortoiseshell leader as she took Carnationspeckle’s spot outside the nursery. “Do you want to hear what Scrubmask taught me?”

“Please share,” Downstar purred. All five of Weedfoot’s kits swarmed Downstar while Carnationspeckle crept up to Oilstripe.

“Since you’re free now,” Oilstripe chuckled, licking her bitten ankle, “can we go hunting together? I found a patch of trees where the squirrels love to play.”

“Oh, alright,” Carnationspeckle purred, “but may I suggest we head to the ocean? I’d love to show you some of the diving techniques I’ve been practicing. I’m hoping to teach the kits what I can do once they’re apprenticed!”

“I don’t think I want to get wet right now,” Oilstripe admitted as Applepelt stuck their face between the pair. Their ethereal eyes sparkled as they bounced between Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle. Oilstripe tried to pretend she didn’t see her old friend and instead led Carnationspeckle toward the camp exit. As she did, however, she could see Rustshade speaking with Rattlepelt beside her tanning rack. Oilstripe forced back a purr.

It wouldn’t be long before sunhigh hit, but the dappled shade of the conifers kept Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle cool. The smell of prey blanketed the mossy floor, although large human tracks left deep prints in the warm dirt. Applepelt appeared and disappeared from between the tree, battering Oilstripe with wild rambles. Oilstripe could barely keep an eye on the prey with all of Applepelt’s cheering.

“I had a feeling you would get together,” Applepelt purred as Oilstripe stalked a pair of playful squirrels. “I don’t simply mean as long as I’ve been dead, either. I joined the Clan and saw you two together and knew you would be a wonderful pairing! Then again, I imagined I would be there to celebrate. I suppose in a way I am here, though. You’re simply the only one who can hear me celebrate!” Oilstripe pounced on one of the happy squirrels. Its partner scurried away as the unfortunate critter stopped squirming.

“I hereby bless this catch!” Applepelt laughed as Carnationspeckle trotted up.

“Applepelt, please, I can’t hear my own thoughts right now,” Oilstripe finally snapped, dropping her squirrel. “If you’re going to be here, can you watch from the side, quietly?”

“Applepelt’s here?” Carnationspeckle gasped. “Hello, Applepelt! I’ve missed you. I hope StarClan is treating you well.” Carnationspeckle guessed where Applepelt stood, but looked about a tail-length off from where the dead cat actually was.

“It is, thank you Carnationspeckle,” Applepelt purred, bowing slightly to her old friend.

“Stars, I’m sorry,” Oilstripe groaned. “It must be weird to hear me talking to the dead like this. I try not to when others are around.”

“I think it’s amazing that you can speak to StarClan as easily as you speak to me,” Carnationspeckle sighed. Applepelt’s face grew still and oddly serene as she stepped back. Copper and heather eyes glinted from the other side of the brush behind Carnationspeckle. “What do they talk to you about?”

“Well, typically they visit to check on those they’ve left behind,” Oilstripe explained, whiskers twitching. She licked drops of squirrel blood off her muzzle. “When I see them and I’m alone, I like to ask them about their lives. It’s not the sort of prophetic, supernatural knowledge they have to be careful with, so they’re happy to share their stories with me.”

“That must be wonderful, knowing what StarClan does in the territories like that,” Carnationspeckle hummed. She shifted awkwardly, glancing at where she thought Applepelt stood, and asked, “Do they talk about me at all? Do they watch over me?”

“As much as anyone else, I suppose,” Oilstripe admitted. She left her squirrel on the sun dappled grass and sat closer to Carnationspeckle.

“Do your ancestors visit you?” Carnationspeckle asked. “Rustshade’s parents, your littermates, Sunstrike?” Oilstripe rubbed a paw deeper into the grass.

“I haven’t seen Sunstrike at all,” Oilstripe muttered. “I don’t know where she is. Locustseeker and Twinekit don’t like to talk about her. I think she’s ignoring me.”

“Sometimes I feel the same way about StarClan as a whole,” Carnationspeckle sighed. Her fur drooped with her whiskers as she stared downwards. “I’ve been in RippleClan since the beginning, but I haven’t done anything amazing like you or Downstar or anyone else. I’ve just minded the camp. StarClan would rather put their efforts towards the heroes than the campbodies, I imagine.”

Oilstripe pressed her nose into the soft fluff of Carnationspeckle’s neck. The brown molly gasped softly as Oilstripe gently groomed her fur.

“You’re already a hero, Carnation,” Oilstripe assured her. “You don’t need to speak to ghosts or come back to life to be one. I’ve never met a kinder molly, or anyone I would rather share my life or nest with. That’s enough for me.” Carnationspeckle met Oilstripe’s eyes. She didn’t breathe.

“You want to be mates?” Carnationspeckle whispered.

“I already feel like your mate,” Oilstripe laughed, tucking her tail over Carnationspeckle’s, “so could we make it official? I want to put you first the way you put everyone else first.” Carnationspeckle nodded furiously as a soft whine built inside her.

“I would really like that,” Carnationspeckle cried. She pressed into Oilstripe as hard as she could. Oilstripe pressed back, wrapping around her new mate. Applepelt stood to the side, beaming like the brightest star in Silverpelt.

“Have fun, you two,” she chuckled. Oilstripe blinked, and all that remained of Applepelt was a shimmer of stardust dangling in the warm, still air.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Oilstripe laughed into Carnationspeckle’s ear, “but I had my father bring a witness. Come out, Rattlepelt.”

Carnationspeckle gasped and pulled away as Rattlepelt and Rustshade stepped out of the brush. Rattlepelt wore the fox pelt covering she and Rabbitjoy had collected from Wildclaw’s unfortunate victim moons ago, but it nearly fell off as Rattlepelt ran to Carnationspeckle.

“You’re going to be so happy together,” Rattlepelt purred, rubbing against Carnationspeckle. Carnationspeckle laughed through her joyful cries and groomed Rattlepelt’s face. Oilstripe joined in, sharing tongues with both of her new family members. Their deep purrs scared away any ghostly worries that swam through Oilstripe’s mind.

(Oilstripe: 40, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Rustshade: 80, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Downstar: 95, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Duskkit: 4, female, kit, troublesome, quick witted)

(Applepelt: 31, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)

(Carnationspeckle: 38, female, caretaker compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(James: 112, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Palekit: 2, male, kit, impulsive, picky nest builder)

(Waspkit: 2, male, kit, bossy, interested in clan history)

(Puddlekit: 2, male, kit, polite, morbid curiosity, oddly observant)

(Ripplekit: 2, male, kit, know-it-all, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

(Lavenderkit: 2, male, kit, noisy, likes to sing)

(Rattlepelt: 19, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

Shadowdrop is happy to find his body finally pain free. Yet he watches Carnationspeckle’s celebration from afar, thinking of what could have been. Weedfoot tries to comfort him to no avail.

[Image ID: Weedfoot faces Shadowdrop, who watches a crowd surrounding Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle in the back. Under Shadowdrop, it says - CONDITION: BROKEN BONE. Under Weedfoot, it says - CONDITION: BLOOD LOSS.]

(Shadowdrop: 28, male, codekeeper, sneaky, good teacher, eloquent speaker)

(Weedfoot: 85, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

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