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signs-of-the-moon · 2 years

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Moon High: Chapter 4

"Why do we have to go play outside?" Skunkkit whined as Sweetclaw herded the kittens out of the nursery the next day.

"Grown-up business, little chipmunk. It does not concern you," the cream colored queen responded. "Now you all behave yourselves. Elmfoot and Silverhawk will be keeping an eye on you."

"Yes, Sweetclaw," murmured some of the kits in reply, Moonkit included. The Den Mother gave one satisfied nod, turning tail and padding over to Tigerkit. She touched her nose to the little tabby's shoulder, prompting her to follow. Then Sweetclaw did the same with Rainkit. What could the queen need with Moonkit's best friend and sister? Moonkit watched the three she-cats curiously as they padded back under the familiar tree roots that made up their den. Were they in trouble? Moonkit's thoughts drifted back to the day before when they'd all gone into the forest to hunt. I can't let them get into trouble for that! She thought. Moonkit's head swung around to search the clearing.

By the entrance to the elder's den, she saw Elmfoot sunbathing. The old tom laid with his legs tucked beneath him, head raised slightly to soak in the warm golden rays. Many moons ago the tabby had been Treeclan's Den Mother. When he was in charge, he'd been notorious for keeping a close eye on the kit-resistance of his den. But now in his retirement, the tom was more inclined to let curious kits wander than to worry about keeping them all in line. Sneaking out of his sight would be easy. Getting away from the other kitsitter however, might not be as simple.

In a dry spot by the base of the Great Stump, Moonkit noticed Silverhawk. The silver and black striped tabby was sharing tongues with Violetshade, her eldest kit. Though she looked around to watch the kits as they played, the queen seemed distracted enough. If she was careful, Moonkit would be able to creep away without raising any alarms.

Stealthily, the little silver and white kitten stalked over to the nursery. She crawled between two intertwining roots where she could easily listen in to any conversations, yet stay out of sight. Every now and then she glanced over her shoulder, checking to make sure her sitters would not find out what she was doing. Otherwise, a majority of her focus remained on the inside of the nursery.

It seemed a meeting had been called. Moonkit strained her ears to listen to all the voices she could pick up on. She racked her brain to figure out who they all belonged to. It was easy to recognize the voice of her mother, Brightsky, when she spoke. Her sweet mew was distinguishable from any other in the whole clan. She sounded concerned, probably speaking between licks given to Rainkit.

"Must we really punish them?" The queen fretted.

"Yes, Brightsky." That was Thornberry's mew. Thornberry was the clan's deputy. He was a nice enough tom, really sweet and very goofy at times, but he knew when to get serious. He sure sounded like he was right now, his tone deepened with fatherly sterness. "Kits who go unpunished are bound to repeat their mistakes again. They need to be reprimanded. They've broken the Warrior Code."

"'Broken the Warrior Code,' my tail," mocked Speckleface, Tigerkit's mother. "The Warrior Code says nothing about kits wandering from camp."

"It does say prey must be hunted only to be eaten. Those kits were out there hunting to better hone their skills."

"Not to mention," chimed in the voice of Cardinaltail, the Code Keeper, "there is an unofficial rule that says kits are not to leave camp, unless with a warrior."

"That's all a bunch of fox dung," Speckleface cursed.

"Yeah!" Tigerkit jumped in. "We weren't going out to hone our skills. We went hunting to bring food home for the clan. We're not mouse-brains!"

"Hush," hissed Speckleface. "Regardless," Moonkit heard Blazestar's voice join the conversation now, "these kits should face the consequences of their actions. They could have died yesterday. A majority of our kits could have. That isn't something that can be excused with an apology."

"Blazestar is right, I'm afraid," Sweetclaw sighed. Her defeated tone made Moonkit bristle with ire. She couldn't let her loved ones be punished for trying to do the right thing. Bravely, the little silver and white kit charged into the nursery, determined to vouch for Rainkit and Tigerkit's innocence.

"Wait!" She called, skidding to a halt in the center of the den. The adult cats all looked at her, varying degree of quizzical and annoyed expressions on their faces. "You can't punish Rainkit and Tigerkit! They didn't do anything wrong!"

"Moonkit," Brightsky began to scold, "you know better than to stick your nose into matters that don't concern you. You shouldn't even be here. Go back outside and play with the others."

"No! I'm not going until you all listen to me," Moonkit protested defiantly. "Rainkit and Tigerkit were thinking about the clan when they led us all out of camp. The fresh-kill pile was barren. Rainkit thought that if we went out and looked in the places the warriors couldn't, we could bring home enough prey for every cat. She's the one who tracked most of the animals we found. And Tigerkit helped to organize everyone. She kept us all together, gave us orders, and reassured us when we wandered to far. She was bravest kit of all of us!"

"Is that bravery?" Blazestar challenged, anger burning in his orange eyes. The temper he tried to hide within betrayed him. "Or ignorance?"

Moonkit shrank under the leader's gaze. No wonder why the tom had been named Blazefang in his warriorhood. The tom had a bite that seemed to sting like fire. And an attitude that blazed bright within him. Moonkit was certainly intimidated, but at the same time could not help feeling a great amount of respect for the ginger tom.

"Since you are so eager to defend such a foolish plan, perhaps you should be punished alongside your little friends. We don't want you following in their pawsteps after all," the leader threatened.

"Now hang on a heartbeat, Blazestar. That decision isn't yours to make," Sweetclaw interrupted. She stepped in front of Moonkit defensively, wrapping her fluffy tail around her. "I am the Den Mother here. Kit punishments are mine to handle. You're simply here to bare witness to my decisions. I say Moonkit has done nothing wrong. We are to send her on her way and finish our business with the other kits."

Blazestar glared at the Den Mother for another tense few heartbeats. "...Fine. Get her out of here, now," he growled, pointing his muzzle towards the exit. Brightsky gave Moonkit a lick on the head before Sweetclaw grabbed her by the scruff, carrying her back outside. She dropped the little kit off with Elmfoot, instructing her predecessor to keep a very close eye on the kit. Elmfoot agreed, wrapping his paws around Moonkit as Sweetclaw turned and retreated back into the nursery. Moonkit let out a deep sigh. Well, I did my best. At least Rainkit and Tigerkit can't say that I didn't do anything to help them.

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Brightsky came to collect Moonkit when the sun had finally set. By then, the little silver and white kitten was too tired to walk on her own. She'd spent the rest of the day entertaining the elders while Rainkit, Tigerkit, and the others spent most of their time playing. After thanking the old warriors for their hospitality, Brightsky gently picked her kit up, taking her to back to their den.

Moonkit wiggled, bringing herself closer to Brightsky's belly as they got settled into their nest. She breathed in her mother's milky scent, feeling her body relax. The comfort of her family surrounding her was enough to coax the fluffy kitten into a gentle slumber.

But by the middle of the night, Moonkit became restless. A sense of foreboding had settled upon her and she couldn't understand why. Out of habit, she sat up and looked at the dozing cats which neighbored her. To her left, Rainkit slept clumsily half outside and half inside the nest. A strange panting sound could be heard hovering just above her head. The white and gray patched kit lazily opened her eyes to see what was causing the ruckus. Moonkit followed her sister's gaze, silently gasping as she noticed the huge shape lingering in the dark over them. The she-kits were met with freakish amber eyes. Red and white fur glowed in the light of the moon, entering through a hole the creature must have slipped through. A set of sharp teeth flashed them as the intruder licked its lips, warning the littermates of the danger they were in. A fox!

Rainkit let out a terrified shriek. She tried to scramble to her paws, which sent the creature into a frenzy. It yowled and sank its razor sharp teeth into her flesh, dragging her from her nest. It shook Rainkit wildly, splattering kit blood everywhere. Moonkit jumped out of the way; but not before being painted with the crimson remains of her sister. She pressed herself against Brightsky's belly protectively, fluffing up her fur. Instinctively her claws slid out, preparing for a fight.

The yowl had woken every kit and queen in the nursery. They all jumped back to stare in horror at the giant fox with blood dripping from its jaw. It dropped the shredded corpse of Rainkit instantly, its gaze sweeping over the startled residence of the nursery. For a heartbeat it looked frightened. Had it not realized how many grown cats lived within this tree?

"Rainkit!" wailed a tiny voice. Sparrowkit, one of Tigerkit's brothers, bolted out of his nest and straight towards the torn up carcass of the little gray patched kitten.

"No!" Smokekit yowled, rushing away from Magpiekit to stop the other tom. But it was too late. In a flash, the fox whipped around with a hungry howl, lunging for Sparrowkit and pinning the fluffy tabby to the floor. Its reeled back a paw and smacked Smokekit aside, tearing one of his ears in the process. Smokekit scrambled out of striking range, avoiding another blow from the dastardly creature as it swung again; this time tearing open Sparrowkit's belly. It only took a few heartbeats for it all to happen, yet the disaster felt like it lasted seasons to one as young as Moonkit.

"Our kits! It's going to kill all of our kits!" Brightsky cried out, reaching for Smokekit to herd him back to her belly.

Speckleface, Silverhawk, Leafheart, and Sweetclaw let out vicious yowls, launching themselves at the intruding fox. Mapleshine picked up the badly injured Sparrowkit delicately, bringing him to the medicine den when given chance. Meanwhile, Brightsky gathered the remaining kits and led them to the outside of the dirtplace; the farthest point from the nursery they could get without leaving camp. She counted everyone, making sure no other kits had been lost to the vile red creature. Then she allowed herself to break down, collapsing to the floor in a fit of sobs. She grabbed Smokekit and held him close to herself, licking his injured ear between her cries.

Moonkit sat amongst her peers staring back at the den from once they'd fled. She was just as shaken as the rest. She felt overwhelmed. She could hardly process what was going on. But she wasn't afraid; just curious to know what was happening in the nursery now. Tigerkit had settled by her side at this point, giving her a few licks on the cheek to help her settle. Moonkit was grateful for her best friend's presence but she was too preoccupation to return the gesture. Out of the corner of her eye, Moonkit swore she spotted a cat sneaking away from the blackthorns to climb up into the warriors den. It was as if whoever it was did not want to be detected. Or perhaps they were rushing to the den to warn the other warriors of what was going on.

Curiosity got the better of the little silver and white kitten, bringing her to sneak away from Tigerkit's side and back to the nursery. The moonlight behind Moonkit illuminated the inside of the den from this angle. Inside, she watched as the four remaining queens fought off the unruly creature.

"How dare you intrude on a clan of warriors!" Sweetclaw yowled, jumping onto the fox's back. With her powerful limbs she was able to force it onto the ground. Leafheart joined in to push the creature onto its side, clawing at its flank furiously. The fox shrieked and twisted in response, trying to avoid her blows. Speckleface was striking the fox's head, aiming to slit its throat. But the fox managed to shake the attacking queens off, jumping back onto its feet as if it hadn't been injured at all. Speckleface hissed, launching herself at it from the front once more, meeting its open jaws with her unsheathed claws. She scratched at its face and eyes wildly, receiving hard, skin breaking bites in return to her limbs, neck, and head. She yowled, backing away as it drove its teeth deep into her shoulder close to her neck. In retaliation, Sweetclaw threw herself onto the beast once more, and was easily tossed aside because of her growing exhaustion. Though she was the Den Mother, Sweetclaw was getting up there in the years. Her bones were more brittle now and she was very close to retiring. Despite her age, she was never one to back down, though it wasn't often she had to deal with serious threats like predators attacking the nursery. The fox lunged, landing on top of her, tearing at her delicate belly. Sweetclaw cried out in pain as she tried to fight off the demon creature without luck, before eventually falling silent. Just then, warriors: Wolfheart, Greytuft, Spruceleap, Robinspots, and Blazestar all came barreling towards the nursery to help. Moonkit jumped aside, allowing them entrance before returning to her post.

Blazestar was the first warrior to strike, swearing vengeance on the fox for the murder of his dear friend, Sweetclaw. The fox snarled, turning on the leader and slicing open his neck with ease. Then it whipped back around, placing its focus onto the other cats. Moonkit gasped, watching the mighty tom fall. He was gurgling on his own blood, going limp only heartbeats after. He's dead! Moonkit's mind screamed in woe. But a moment later, she saw thn ginger tom twitch. He took one heavy gasp for air as he sat up, looking from the den entrance to his warriors, who'd taken over the battle in his temporary absence. Oh, he lost a life! Thank Starclan he still has some to spare, Moonkit breathed a sigh of relief. With the leader returned, the eight grown cats finally managed to defeat the dastardly fox once and for all.

By this point, the whole clan had been woken up by the noise. They all stared at the nursery, their eyes glowing green and yellow in the darkness. Their fear scent clouded the air around camp as the conquering heroes emerged.

Each cat was exhausted; drenched in the blood of the fox and their fellow warriors. Leafheart leaned against Blazestar, limping, her one leg bleeding badly. Speckleface had to have the help of Spruceleap and Robinspots just to stand up, yet alone walk. She was very weak and the damage on her was probably the most severe out of the survivors. Tigerkit ran over to be with her mother, picking up her tail tip in her jaws to keep it from dragging in the dust. Silverhawk carried Sweetclaw's limp body out slowly, sadness welling in her soft yellow eyes. A blood trail was left behind her as the dead queen's body was dragged across the leaf-litter hollow of camp. Finally, Greytuft and Wolfheart pulled the body of the intruding fox out, throwing it unceremoniously out into the clearing. The witnessing clanmates let out gasps of surprise and shock, hissing at the fox's carcass. Brightsky tried her best to block the kits' view, but most of them saw everything. Magpiekit let out a shrill cry, laying down to cover her face with her paws. Flamekit and Blackkit crowded around her, shielding one another from the horrific sight while Tigerkit sat by her mother's side.

Mothsong, the clan medicine cat, charged out of her den with a bundle of herbs in her jaws. She immediately began to work on the injured, trying her best to help them all. Berrykit, Tigerkit's youngest brother, padded over to watch the calico she-cat work. Mothsong worked especially hard on Speckleface who was now laying on the ground. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow and rapid. The wound on her shoulder which was so close to her neck continued to gush blood, even through the moss-cobweb mixture that dressed it. Her other injuries didn't look any better.

Berrykit did his best to assist the medicine cat, cleaning Speckleface's less bloody wounds. Tigerkit sat by his side to help, head bent as if praying silently to Starclan for their mother's recovery. Moonkit raced over to provide her friend comfort.

"She's lost far too much blood and is fading fast," Mothsong announced with grief. "There's nothing to be done that can save her. She's bound for the Twilight Passage now. But the least I can do is try to make her comfortable as she moves on to the next relm." The pretty calico pushed a couple poppy seeds into Speckleface's mouth to help ease her pain. Speckleface barely opened one of her eyes to look at her medicine cat with pain, but gratitude, then turned her weak gaze onto her kits.

"What about Sparrowkit? How is he?" asked Robinspots as he walked up to lay next to his dying mate, worry seeping in his sorrowful voice. Mothsong shook her head slowly and Robinspots lowered his ears.

"I will bring him to Speckleface so they can travel to Starclan together," she offered, fetching the dying kit to put him at his mother's side. The clan gathered around the bodies of their fallen clanmates, placed lovingly in the center of camp, while some went to discard the fox out in the dirtplace. Together, they watched the lives of Speckleface and Sparrowkit slip away into the night, their spirits becoming one with the stars.

#warrior cats #wcs #warrior cats ocs #wcs ocs #signs of the moon: moon high #signs of the moon #moon high #chapter 4 #moon pov

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cloverpatchandbluebell · 6 months

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Year 1 complete!

This took me. Forever. To complete. Youd think 17 cats isnt a lot- Uh. Yes. Yes it is. I can do the basic sketching of them in like an hour but it took me about 2 days to do the digital art of these (I finished them before I made the blog itself so I had something to put here while working on the art for year 2) Anyways!!! I present to you, the entirety of Sunnyclan!!!

So!! The first image is of all adults. In order from left to right is Antlerpelt: Deputy, Female, 48 moons (Responsible) Whisperstar: Leader, Trans Female, 85 moons (Playful) Burdockstep: Med Cat, Male, 67 moons (Fierce) Furledglide: Warrior, Male, 102 moons (Cold) Hawkdaze: Warrior, Male, 90 moons (Insecure) Grassfur: Warrior, Male, 64 moons (Childish) Moonnut: Warrior, Male, 18 moons (Nervous) Stormnight: Warrior, Female, 17 moons (Strict) Marigoldtooth: Warrior, Female, 16 moons (Adventurous) And for image 2 its a bit more complicated. Ill try to describe the kittens around their parent, as its harder to draw kittens being boring and still, sorry Blotchburst: Warrior, Male, 21 moons (Strange) Leftmost adult Skunkkit: Kit, Male, 3 moons (Troublesome) Light brown spotted kitten playing with Blotchburt's tail Olivekit: Kit, Female, 3 moons (Troublesome) Dark brown tabby kit teasing the tortie Roachkit: Kit, Female, 3 moons (Daydreamer) Black masked tabby watching Blotchburst yawn Robinkit: Kit, Female, 3 moons (Nervous) Brown and blue tortie being teased by Olivekit Boragekit: kit, Female, 3 moons (Lonesome) Orange masked tabby whos curled up, sick Raindapple: Warrior, Male, 16 moons, (Compassionate) Rightmost adult Curlkit: Newborn, Male, 0 moons (Bossy) Kitten with Raindapple I love this clan so so much. Theyre all amazing, and Im planning on doing all the new cats or update drawings individually, but I wanted to try putting them all together into one image. Obviously it didnt work that way, but two images is good enough Oh! My main following cat is Marigoldtooth, she was 4 moons old when the clan started, her and Raindapple were the two youngest kits, but I liked Marigoldtooth's design so much. Maybe Ill make a post specifically for her. Her picture is my pfp right now-

#clangen #clan generator #warrior cats clangen #art challenge #cats #challenge #look man Im still figuring shit out #I love these idiots so much #Im gonna do some scene doodles later for stuff I put in my notes #like Marigoldtooth's warrior ceremony

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steele-soulmate · 8 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 466, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1167

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, meet Primrose Ratajczyk! She’s a ten day old kit (baby skunk) Mittens the cat found her and brought in into the house, bringing on two hours of playing “do you want to get the skunklet” Miss Primrose was born without her anus sacks, which probably led to her being abandoned in our backyard by her mother. and now Elizabeth wakes up every three hours to feed Primrose (and be supervised by @MissMittensthemotherlycat) with @therealpetersteeleoffical and @elizabethharp

#babyskunklet #skunkkit #familypets #babyprimprim #adayinthelifeoftheratajczykhousehold #livelaughlove

@kellykent, OOOOOOOOOOOH SWEET WITTLE BABY SKUNKIE

@Peter_Steele===========8) LOL Elizabeth is an animal whisperer

@midnightshadowpuppet, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW CUTE SKUNKY

@chocolaterobotchicken, SKUNKS ARE ADORABLE AS BABIES

@lzziegreen, I bet no one will want to break into your house now!

I giggled at the comments that were flooding my latest post up on Instagram before settling my cell phone away in my bra.

I looked up and saw Mittens carrying her not a kitten by the scruff of her neck, the skunk limp and dormant as she let her mother do whatever she wanted, letting out a soft coo and Mittens deposited the kit into her nesting box that Elizabeth had made up behind my husband’s chair in the sunroom, a cozy cardboard box heaped with old towels and worn cleaning rags.

The babies had been told to stay away from Mitten’s nesting box, and they had obeyed our orders. Mittens still came out to supervise the babies being a sweet ball of black and white fluff and to terrorize Daisy before returning to Primrose’s side.

Primrose had finally opened her eyes, and had begun to gain independence, wandering all around the main floor with Mittens close behind, meowing encouragement to the baby critter. Primrose enjoyed hanging with the babies, all who knew to be extra gentle with the skunklet, who would break out into soft purrs when she would find herself being gently loved on by the three babies.

“Sweetheart?”

I blinked, pulling myself out of the clouds and back to earth, where I was curled up on my side with my body tucked into a very pregnant fetal pose.

“Yes my love?” I blinked owlishly as I rested my hands onto Baby Violet Marie, who was currently using my bladder as a punching bag.

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH

“What’s a ten lettered word for avid toys that has c as the third letter and an i as the eighth letter?” he asked me, tapping his pencil against his book of crossword puzzles.

“Hmmm…” I hummed, nibbling at my lip. “Try arctophile. Spelled A-R-C-T-O-P-H-I-L-E.”

“What does that word mean?” he asked me, scratching the word in.

“Arctophile means someone who likes or collects teddy bears,” I giggled at the look on his bearded face.

My handsome older husband opened his mouth to shoot a snarky quip at me when Mittens jumped up onto the bed, Primrose swinging from her jaws as she settled the baby skunk in Peter’s lap before looking utterly pleased with herself.

MEOW Mittens said, breaking out into a long violent purr at she took in the Ratajczyk patriarch cradling little baby Primrose in his massive hands.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Good Mittens,” I cooed, reaching out to pet her and was automatically greeted by the motherly cat pressing herself up against Baby Violet Marie.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Good skunkie,” Peter rumbled as he set aside his crossword puzzle and pen, placing one hand around the kit to prevent her from tumbling off from his burly chest, his second hand going to my popped out tummy, telling our daughter how much he nonverbally loved her.

KICK PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK PUNCH KICK

“How far along are you again, sweetheart?” he murmured.

“Thirty one weeks,” I answered him in a hum. “Baby Violet Marie is currently the size of a coconut.”

“Yeah? Well, she’s my coconut,” he grumbled in a teasing tone of voice, stretching over to kiss the corner of my eye in a whiskery kiss.

“Well the my love, if Baby Violet Marie is your coconut, what am I?” I whined, pouting at his declaration.

“Simple.” Chills dance down my spine at the smoldering look he shot me. “You, Mary Claire Ratajczyk, are my sweetheart.”

I giggled girlishly at his words, trying to flip onto my other side but huffing when I realized that I was stuck.

“Hold on, my woman, hold on!” Peter laughed, setting Primrose down onto the floor before helping me turn over. “Are you alright?”

“I need to pee,” I grunted, heaving myself up and waddling to the bathroom to relieve myself. I sighed happily as I sat down on the toilet. “I am on my porcelain throne.”

My soulmate chuckled as he took to a knee next to me, partly in jest at my words and half to further communicate with me.

“I have an appointment coming up with an audiologist in two weeks,” he reminded me. “I’m starting to hear some sounds as really weird, and Johnny told me that it might be hearing loss.”

“Well, that wouldn’t surprise me any, my love,” I told him, leaning back so that he could wipe me clean. “After all, you’ve been in the music business for how long again?”

“Well sweetheart, I formed my first band at age eight,” he told me with a deep chuckle. “Myself, Josh Silver, Sal Abruscato and Richard Kent. The four of us bickered over what to call ourselves before breaking up three weeks after being formed.”

The skunk kit sneezed just then, sending Mittens up to snatch my not a kitten away from her daddy and nip back down the stairs.

We both broke into chuckles as I pulled him out before mounting him from above.

“SWEET JESUS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”

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#Real person fiction (RPF)#Tattooed Wings #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type O Negative #Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl #Special needs baby #Aria Bradley #Evie Bradley #Deaf #American Sign Language (ASL)#Elizabeth Ratajczyk #Alopecia #Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy #Autism #Katie Ratajczyk #Down’s Syndrome #Baby Violet Marie #Neonatal death #Matching tattoos soulmate AU

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hazelclan · 10 months

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Moon 6- Adopting a New Mindset (and More)

A loner dropped Skunkkit off, and she's more than welcome! It's good to see the population rise for once.

#warrior cats #clan gen game #clan generator #clangen

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pineclans · 2 years

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Moon 8 : Leaffall : Year 8

Dawnsplashed has a litter of three kits; Skunkkit, Squirrelkit, and Mousekit with an outsider tom. Roseshade takes over her duties while Dawnsplashed nurses her kits.

Mothbloom, Wisteriaclaw, and Oliviajay catch greencough and stay in the cleric's den for the moon. Luckily, they all recover fine.

Sakitail gets her foot stuck in a trap while on patrol, and Firmask has to free her. After a couple of hours, Sakitail is freed without major injuries.

Lightbounce fights a vixen with cubs and earns a scar.

#leaffall #pineclan year eight

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we-rate-warrior-names · 4 years

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Skunkkit (Sunflowerkit's den-mate at the moment) REALLY wants to be Cricketshine's apprentice, but there are already two medicine cats in ShadowClan! Her brother, Frogkit, wants nothing more than to be a ShadowClan warrior. They are the two kits of Dappleclaw, Loststar's deputy.

Skunkkit- A thoughtful and curious she-kit. Skunkkit wants to know as much as she can about everything, and is always investigating all that she can, but unusually for a kit, she sticks to the rules, and is always very polite when asking questions, a lot of the clan thinks she is adorable. To Skunkkit, being a medicine cat is so fascinating, there is so much to learn! Also the thought of helping cats rather than hurting them appeals much more to Skunkkit than the thought of hurting them, and ever since learning that having a third medicine cat is unheard of, Skunkkit tries to keep her distance from the medicine den as she doesn’t want to be more disappointed than she already is, but she can’t help but come back to ask Cricketshine just a few more questions every two to three days, 14/10

Frogkit - An energetic and bold tom. Being a warrior is so cool to Frogkit, he can’t wait to get out into the forest and show the other clans who is boss! Frogkit is always practising his moves wherever he can, often on a volunteering Skunkkit while she tries to take her mind off the medicine den. Every evening Frogkit will bound over to Dappleclaw and demonstrate his newest move and beg her to show it to Loststar, a request Dappleclaw always promises to fulfil. More than once Frogkit has tried to join a warrior patrol, often by saying that he was made an apprentice that morning but everyone was still sleeping, that excuse has never worked, but is has always gained him some amused respect from the warriors for trying such a tactic, 14/10

#skunkkit #frogkit #spindle-magic #warrior cats

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haylie1214 · 4 years

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Bramblepath with her many, many kits. She’s a permanent nursery queen who took her duty for providing warriors very seriously.

From left to right: Tulippaw, Woodpeckerkit, Sparkpaw, Pinepaw, Skunkkit, and Badgerkit.

#warriorcats #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #thunderclan #warrior cat ocs #warrior cats art #wc #erin hunter #warrior cat #erinhunter #bramblepath #tulippaw #woodpeckerkit #sparkkit #pinekit #skunkkit #badgerkit

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kangaquollarty53 · 3 years

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Megaphone was Actually a Robot!

Megaphone, Snowflake, Paint Bucket and Pie from Object Trek

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tooth-n-claw-blog · 7 years

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Softmount skunk kit I just finished sewing, isn't he cute! #taxidermistsofinstagram #canadataxidermy #skunkkit #tinyskunk #softmount #cute #nature #vultureculture #roadkillsalvage

#cute #nature #canadataxidermy #softmount #skunkkit #tinyskunk #vultureculture #taxidermistsofinstagram #roadkillsalvage

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jayfeatherdeservestobeawarrior · 11 months

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Moon 1 of OakClan!

Events:

-Bluefreckle was seen talking calmly to a loner, before both cats went their separate ways.

-Saplingfreckle has gotten a running nose.

-Skunkkit woke up with a mild head ache, but got up to play anyways, trying to ignore the nagging pain.

Nothing special happened during patrols.

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Moon High: Chapter 1

Moonkit scrambled to the side of the nursery on her tiny kitten legs. Her paws barely touched the ground as she skidded across the earth. She whipped her head around looking for a good place to hide herself before she was caught. A fox-length away, one of her denmates was busy counting, their tiny voice echoing inside the hollow tree.

"..five, six, seven..."

Moonkit looked back at the kit, wiggling her whole body with excitement. Today they had chosen to play hide-and-seek, a favorite game of any Treeclan cat. Moonkit was determined to win, deciding already that she was the best hider of all the nursery residents. But in order to prove that, she'd actually have to find a spot to stash herself. By the wall, Sweetclaw the Den Mother was napping in her nest. Thick moss surrounded her cream colored body, and Moonkit bet there was enough there to provide her some good coverage. Quickly she dived down under the nest, covering herself in the soft moss and hoped nobody would notice. Moonkit pricked her ears, listening closely as Tigerkit finished counting.

"...sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, aaand twenty! Ready or not here I come!" She squeaked. Moonkit giggled quietly, covering her mouth with her paws. She listened carefully to her surroundings, trying to figure out where the other kitten was. One by one, Moonkit's denmates were found, each squealing or meeping when their hiding spot was discovered. Moonkit felt confident that her hiding place was the best and that she'd be winning the game this time. Suddenly she felt a unexpected weight fall upon her. The little silver and white kit jolted, shrieking out in surprise.

"Gotcha!" Tigerkit squealed. Bursting from the moss, Moonkit whirled around to see the other standing in front of her, her feathery tail high in the air in triump. Moonkit pouted, all of her downy kitten fur standing on end. The other kit giggled. "Sorry, Moomoo," she mewed.

"You could have killed me, Tig!" Moonkit spat, trying to relax. Tigerkit just giggled at her again before bounding off to search for the last kit. Moonkit watched her friend with interest as the fluffy tabby and white molly searched the whole den. But Tigerkit seemed out of luck. The last kit, Moonkit's brother Skunkkit, was nowhere to be found. Had he gone to hide outside the nursery? Moonkit wondered.

"Ok, you can come out now. I can't find you, you win!" Tigerkit shouted in defeat, sitting down with her front paws between her legs. Two tail-lengths away, Moonkit heard some shuffling, followed by a loud yawn. She turned her head, smiling at the sight of her brother.

"What are you yowling about..?" The kit mewed from their shared nest.

"Skunkkit! You were asleep this who time?!" Tigerkit hissed. Skunkkit yawned again, stepping out of the nest with a stretch.

"Yeah. Why, were we doing something?" He asked, shaking out his pelt. Moonkit purred with amusement, catching the annoyed glint in Tigerkit's eyes. It wasn't fair that Skunkkit hadn't told anyone that he'd lost interest in the game, but Moonkit had to admit it was pretty funny her brother had won regardless. Tigerkit puffed up her fur, showing off her agitation.

"We were playing hide-and-seek, mouse-brain! I thought you were hiding so good I couldn't find you. But here you are taking a nap instead. You're as lazy as a kittypet and you're only four moons old," the tabby kit spat angrily. Skunkkit just groomed himself, uninterested. The rest of the kits who had been playing along with them all came tumbling over to greet and play with Skunkkit. Adderkit laughed at him, while Beekit tackled Skunkkit to the ground to cover him in licks. Deerkit merely shook his head and Flamekit made a remark that Moonkit didn't bother to listen to.

"Stop yowling already, I think they can hear you all the way over in Mountainclan," grumbled a larger mollykit. Moonkit whipped around to see the other kitten standing by the den's entrance, her blue eyes seeming to glow within her shadow. Her long black fur was fluffed with annoyance, her tail kicking up a small cloud of dust as it wagged. Tigerkit stuck her tongue out at her rudely.

"Go chase your tail, Nightkit!" She sneered. "You need the practice."

"Shut up you little rat," Nightkit snarled. Tigerkit growled and dropped to a mock crouch, ready to attack the older kit. A fluffy smoke colored tomkit jumped in the way to intervene. It was Smokekit, Moonkit's other brother. The fluffy tom was usually the peacekeeper among their denmates. He always hated when kits would quarrel.

"Stop it you guys!" He mewed.

"Smokekit's right. You two need to stop arguing, it's getting annoying," Magpiekit, Moonkit's sister, joined in.

The two fighting kits glared at each other, never breaking eye contact despite the interuption. After another heartbeat, Tigerkit backed down. But it would seem Nightkit wasn't ready to give in. With a growl, the black kitten leapt for Tigerkit. Tigerkit gasped, dodging the attack, scrambling to get away. She headed towards the mouth of the nursery, only to have her path blocked by the other mollykit. Nightkit bared her teeth, unsheathing her claws. She raised a paw, ready to strike. Just then, an older cat arrived, grabbing her by the scruff. Darkfire, Nightkit's mother, lifted the kit from the ground, with Blackkit squeezing in between her legs. The older tortoiseshell she-cat did not look pleased in the slightest with the behavior of her kin. The other kits around the den snickered, Moonkit included.

"Tattletail!" hissed Nightkit to Blackkit. Beekit ran over to her brother, standing in front of him protectively. Darkfire carried the angry mollykit to their nest, dropping her inside and climbing in after her.

"Nightkit. This is not how a dignified soon-to-be warrior behaves. Do you want me to have your apprentice ceremony postponed?" She threatened. Nightkit gulped, flattening her ears, and mumbled a soft "no" in reply. Darkfire purred, leaning down to groom her kit, whispering something quietly into her ear. A little black spotted kit and a black kit with odd eyes came barrelling into the nursery, diving into the nest next to their littermate, Nightkit.

"Leopardkit, Batkit, what's the rush?" Nightkit asked in surprise as her siblings settled at her side. Had they gotten into some trouble too when no one was looking?

"Beetlenose said we had to come in so mother could groom us. Blazestar will be calling us soon," respondes Batkit. Darkfire nodded in agreement, turning her attention to Leopardkit.

Moonkit's fur prickled with excitement. An apprentice ceremony, how thrilling!

From across the den, Moonkit heard her name being called. Happily she skipped over to join her group of friends.

"I can't wait to become an apprentice," Tigerkit was meowing as Moonkit arrived. The tabby's yellow eyes twinkled bright like stars. "I'm going to be the best warrior in Treeclan history!"

"Well I'm going to be the best hunter," proclaimed Magpiekit, elevating her head proudly, "just like mama and papa."

"I think I just want to learn," admitted Smokekit, shrugging nonchalantly. "I don't want to decide what I'll be until I see what I'm best at."

"That's a good idea," Moonkit chimed in, wrapping her fluffy tail around her paws neatly as she sat. "I think I'll wait too, and see how I feel when we're all warriors."

The young molly honestly didn't know what she wanted to do yet. The thought of being a warrior was nice, but she wasn't as excited about it at the others were. Perhaps she was odd in that regard. Then again the clan had many jobs a cat could do, so Moonkit wasn't limited in her options. Still, as of right now she didn't have a clue towards what she may choose.

"Let all cats old enough to travel through the trees gather here beneath the Great Stump for a clan meeting," called the clan leader, Blazestar, from outside. Instantly the camp became alive with activity. Everyone came to gather around the Great Stump. The dozen kits which crowded the nursery came spilling out to join the older cats and other kits, sitting with the queens by the den's entrance. Moonkit sat with her siblings and mother, Brightsky, staring at the Great Stump with curiosity. She had never seen an apprentice ceremony take place before.

The last cats out of the nursery were Darkfire and her three kits, Nightkit, Batkit, and Leopardkit.

The queen nudged her nervous brood forward, her expression unreadable. It was odd; most queens would look proud or excited during a time like this. But Darkfire seemed as if she felt indifferently about the occasion. She was always an unusual cat, who showed little excitement for anything except battling or hunting. Everyone thought she'd at least show interest in her kits becoming apprentices. Even that, unfortunately, couldn't gain a reaction from her. Moonkit was grateful her parents weren't as unfeeling. In fact, Moonkit silently thanked Starclan that she wasn't born to Darkfire, feeling sympathy for the three kits who had been. They didn't deserve the treatment their mother gave them.

The crowd parted to allow the four cats to get through to the front where they were needed. Moonkit climbed onto her mom's back to get a better view of the area. On the sidelines near the front of the crowd she spotted her dad, Wolfheart. She smiled at the sight of him, happy to see that he was making strides to get closer to the rest of the clan. For as long as she could remember Wolfheart had always sat away from his clanmates, but she couldn't figure out why. Was he shy? Or had he done something wrong that she did not know of? Moonkit would never know. It wasn't her place to pry. And she knew her dad would explain if the time was right to. Moonkit was suddenly pulled out from her thoughts by the voice of the clan leader.

"Today is a special day in a young cat's life, where a kit leaves the nursery and joins the world as an apprentice," Blazestar began, turning his attention to the four dark colored cats in front of him. "Darkfire, have your kits reached six moons old? And do you believe they are ready to join us and learn the ways of the clan?"

"Yes," replied Darkfire flatly.

"Are you ready to rejoin your peers as a warrior once more, or would you like to reside as a queen permanently?" asked Blazestar.

"I would like to return to my warrior duties," responded Darkfire dryly, glaring up at her leader as if he had just insulted her. Blazestar returned her gaze with slight confusion. He blinked, breaking away his gaze for a moment and flicked his ear as if that would rid himself of the negative thoughts that might be swirling in his mind.

"Very well. Then with Starclan as witness, let it be known that from this day forward, this cat shall be recognized as a full warrior of Treeclan once more."

Darkfire scoffed quietly, waving her tail at the leader untraditionally as she turned around. She gave each of her kits one final lick before stepping back into the crowd with the warriors, glancing up at Blazestar with an odd, yet unreadable expression while twitching her tail-tip. Moonkit lowered her body closer to her mother's drawing comfort from her warmth and scent. Darkfire sure is an intimidating cat.

"Nightkit, Batkit, and Leopardkit, step forward," Blazestar commanded. The trio eagerly stepped forward, away from the crowd, walking at the same pace as one another. The excitement on their faces was obvious, even on the other side of camp.

"You have survived the first six moons of your life. May Starclan guide your paws from this moment on," Blazestar told the kits. "From this day forward, until they have earned their warrior names, these apprentices shall be known as the following: Leopardkit, from this point on you shall be known as Leopardpaw. Beetlenose, it's been some time since you've trained an apprentice. Teach Leopardpaw how to be the best warrior he can be."

Beetlenose emerged from the crowd to appear in front of the new apprentice, who happened to be his son. The toms were mirror images of one another in every way expect for height and eye color. Leopardpaw turned around to touch noses with the senior warrior happily before the two of them walked off to sit in the front of the crowd.

"Batkit, from this point on you shall be known as Batpaw. Sagetail, you will mentor this apprentice. Teach her well, help guide her paws on the path to becoming a great warrior," Blazestar continued. The little odd eyed cat stepped towards her new mentor to touch noses, the pair then walked off to join her brother and his mentor in the crowd.

"And Nightkit, from this point on you shall be known as Nightpaw. Wolfheart, you did an excellent job training Shadeleaf, and have proven yourself to be trustworthy enough to train another apprentice. Guide this young cat's paws on the path to be a great warrior just as Thornberry and I have trained you," concluded Blazestar. Wolfheart stepped towards the front of the crowd to meet Nightpaw, touching noses with her. Nightpaw's bright blue eyes shined with admiration as she met with her new mentor. Wolfheart blinked slowly back at her in return. The clan erupted into cheers.

"Leopardpaw! Batpaw! Nightpaw! Leopardpaw! Batpaw! Nightpaw!"

Moonkit sort of envied Nightpaw. She had secretly hoped she'd get Wolfheart as her mentor when she'd be apprenticed. She adored her father and would have had fun training with him. But she was sure Blazestar would give her a great mentor when her time came. With the apprentice ceremony completed, the meeting was dismissed. Moonkit decided to head to the elder's den to share tongues with Badgerface now that there was nothing else going on. She ran to the bramble covered pile of tree branches where the elders lived. There, she found Badgerface, an old black and white tom, sitting outside sunning himself with Daisypetal. Upon seeing her Badgerface lit up, sitting up to look at the fluffy little silver and white kitten.

"Hello, Moonkit," he purred with a soft blink.

Moonkit beamed up at him, "Hi Badgerface! Can I sunbathe and share tongues with you please?" She asked politely. Badgerface purred louder.

"Of course," he trilled. Moonkit wasted no time marching up to the old tom, plopping herself down between his front paws.

"Can you tell me a story pleeeease?" She begged, looking up at him with round eyes. Moonkit adored listening to the elders' stories. They were always so entertaining and inspiring to her.

"Of course! Let's see now, what to tell. Hmm...Would you like to hear the story of The Fox and the Queen?" Badgerface asked. Moonkit's green eyes lit up.

"Yes!" She squealed, snuggling down to get more comfortable, pricking her ears. Badgerface chuckled and began telling his tale.

"There once was a she-cat named Ladybug-"

"Ladybug?" Moonkit interuppted with a giggle. "That's a silly name!"

"I suppose it is." Badgerface turned his muzzle downward to groom his little companion's head. "Ladybug was a caring molly, with pretty tortoiseshell fur. She adored kits of all kinds- and apparently of all species. She could never bring herself to hunt or harm a baby animal. This love increased when she one day became a queen. She adore her kits to bits, but soon found herself overwhelmed by them. For you see, this young queen had given birth to a litter of eight kittens."

"Eight whole kits?!" Moonkit gasped. She thought a litter of five was huge-she should know, she was one of five- but eight was just crazy. Moonkit could only imagine how crowded the nursery must have been with those eight kittens plus any others who took up residence in the den.

"Yes. Eight kits. As you can imagine, Ladybug found herself needing some space. So whenever her kits slept, she would leave camp to take a walk alone in the forest. One day during her walk, she heard the cries of a young animal. Her strong maternal instincts kicked in, driving her towards the baby in distressed. She peered through a bush to see a very young fox kit struggling alone in a clearing. Quickly she ran to the kit's side. She sniffed it and noticed no presence of milk scent on its fur- or any scent of a parent for that matter. Sympathy swelled in her heart, compelling her to pick up the little fox kit and carry it to safety. She found a hollow log near a stream where any scent of the fox would be concealed by the swampy stink of the bank. There, she left the kit. She knew this fox kit had to only be a few days old, and she knew if she would abandon it here it would starve to death. Even though she knew it would be seen as treacherous to help the little creature, Ladybug could not pull herself away from a kit in need.

So, she fed the baby fox until it was so full it fell asleep. Content that it had a full belly, Ladybug left for a while to find some moss to make a nest with. She returned and wrapped up the kit in the moss' soft warmth before heading back home to her clan where she fed and cared for her own kits. For moons she continued to do this. During the day she would take care of her own kits, and when they would sleep, she would leave camp to take care of the fox kit.

'The fox was blind and deaf when I found him. Surely he will never bring any harm to me or my family, since I am the one who raised him,' she reasoned with herself every time she left to visit her fox." Badgerface used his best storytelling voice as he spoke, imitating the voice of a she-cat when repeating what Ladybug was assumed to say. It made Moonkit giggle; this old tom had a deep gravely voice, listening to him attempt to imitate such a delicate voice was silly.

"Ladybug felt so fondly for the little creature, as if he were one of her own litter. She watched him grow from a tiny, helpless scrap of fur into a tall, lanky beast. Ladybug's heart swelled with pride the day her fox kit left the hollow log on his own, though part of her was sad. She knew the fox would always remember her for her deed, but she couldn't help but miss him when he was gone. Some day she hoped to see him again.

One day, Ladybug was on a border patrol with one of her kits-who was now an apprentice-, her mate, and the clan deputy. The four cats split up to cover more ground. Ladybug was busy stalking through some tall grass when she heard a blood curdling shriek come from her kit in the opposite direction. She hurried over to where the commotion came from to find her kit laying on the ground, dead. Her neck was ripped open, gushing blood all over the earth. Standing above the apprentice's body was a large fox. Ladybug's mate and the clan deputy quickly arrived, and together the three cats charged at the fox. The two warriors attacked the fox's back and underbelly while Ladybug rushed at its face. But just as she was about to strike- she paused. She'd recognize that face anywhere. This was the fox she had raised for all those moons. Ladybug froze in place, watching the fight unfold. The fox managed to overpower the two cats, killing Ladybug's mate and sending the deputy fleeing back to camp to fetch backup. Ladybug quickly found herself all alone with her fox. She stood in front of the bodies of her dead loved ones, staring right into the eyes of the fox. Though they stared at each other for a while, the fox did not move to attack the brave queen.

'How could you..?" Ladybug sobbed, drawing her lips back in a snarl. The fox took a few steps closer to her, licking his lips to clean them of cat blood.

'How could you do this to me? I raised you as if you were one of my own!' she yowled. The fox merely stared at her for another heartbeat before lunging at her. He knocked Ladybug onto her back, holding her down by her belly with a massive paw

'You knew what I was when you took me in.' he snarled as he suddenly lunged downward to tear out queen's throat."

Moonkit stared up at Badgerface with wide eyes. She felt a little bit bewildered after hearing that story. But she knew it held a powerful message. Even if she couldn't quite wrap her head around what it was trying to say.

"Do you know the moral of this story, little one?" The old tom asked, his voice rumbling. Moonkit thought for a moment, concentrating hard. She stared down at her paws then glanced back up at Badgerface.

"Um...don't trust foxes?" She answered skeptically. Badgerface chuckled quietly.

"Close enough," he purred, licking the little kit between the ears. Thinking about that tale made all of Moonkit's fur stand with excitement. Even though it was a bit frightening, it was a powerful story. Now she really hoped she'd be able to tell stories like that one day.

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