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RippleClan: Moon 17

RippleClan wins back their lost territory from AshClan.

[Image ID: Burdockpaw, Oilstripe, Weedfoot, and James watch as Barkfur and Bearchaser run off in the upper right corner.]

“Behind you!” Oilstripe yowled. Burdockpaw spun and swung his claws at the AshClan warrior launching at his flank. His claws connected with the warrior’s cheek and disrupted their launch. They tumbled over themselves, giving Burdockpaw the perfect chance to jump on their back. He bit into the warrior’s shoulder. The warrior squirmed and kicked, but Burdockpaw held on. Eventually, the warrior landed on their back and smashed Burdockpaw. They scurried deeper into the fight that raged along the AshClan border.

There were four cats in the battle patrol; Burdockpaw, Oilstripe, Weedfoot, and James. They hadn’t intended it to be a battle patrol, technically. It was an organized version of the younger apprentices’ mouse-brained plan, where they would move the border back in as a show of strength. AshClan was waiting for them, though, with their own five-cat battle patrol.

Weedfoot tumbled out from behind a tree, her claws locked into Barkfur’s pelt. Barkfur dug into Weedfoot’s shoulder. As Weedfoot howled and Burdockpaw readied himself to help the beloved deputy, James charged into Barkfur. James was a giant compared to Barkfur and threw the scarred brown cat into a tree.

“Where did you learn to fight like that?” Weedfoot panted as Barkfur crawled off.

“I had to handle my fair share of challenges while traveling with humans,” James huffed, spitting brown fur out of his mouth. “That does not mean I enjoy it.”

“Thanks for coming along,” Weedfoot sighed. She noticed Burdockpaw scanning the battle and called, “Burdockpaw, with us!” Burdockpaw scampered up to Weedfoot and James.

Weedfoot led them toward Oilstripe and Bearchaser. The AshClan warrior from earlier ran up to the fighting pair, ready to help Bearchaser, but James stampeded into them. Weedfoot and Burdockpaw dug into Bearchaser’s shoulders and pulled him off Oilstripe. As Weedfoot and Oilstripe turned on Bearchaser, fangs dug into Burdockpaw’s tail and pulled him back. It was a young apprentice, one Burdockpaw didn’t recognize. Her huge eyes bounced in her head. She was frozen, jaws locked on Burdockpaw’s tail.

“I’m sorry,” she gulped, letting Burdockpaw pull his tail free. “Don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me.”

“Why would I kill you?” Burdockpaw snapped. “We’re Clan cats. We don’t kill each other.”

“You’re not a real Clan, though,” the apprentice whined.

“What?” Burdockpaw hissed, sneering. The apprentice’s back arched. She stepped back, eyes stuck on Burdockpaw.

“Nettlestep!” the apprentice cried. A loud snarl snapped Burdockpaw backed into the battle just as a golden-ginger molly threw him onto his shoulder.

“I’ve got him, Smallpaw!” Nettlestep yowled.. As Nettlestep glanced over her white-speckled shoulder, Burdockpaw freed his front paw and sliced his claws against Nettlestep’s belly. Blood dribbled between his pads. Smallpaw screeched as Nettlestep stumbled back and Burdockpaw scrambled free, throwing himself into a sparring position. Smallpaw ran to her mentor’s side and pushed against her, shaking.

“I’m okay, Smallpaw,” Nettlestep purred, curling around her belly.

“AshClan, fall back!” Bearchaser spat. The other AshClan and RippleClan cats all sported their fair share of torn fur, bruises, and scratches. James groaned and plucked brown fur out from between his paws while Weedfoot and Oilstripe stood back to back, panting. Barkfur and the other AshClan warrior gathered beside Bearchaser, who had a cut above his eye. Smallpaw watched Burdockpaw like a stampeding horse as she helped Nettlestep over to their Clanmates. RippleClan stayed put as AshClan slunk into their territory.

“We did it!” Oilstripe gasped. “We finally beat them! We beat them, Weedfoot! We beat them!” Oilstripe shoved her face into Weedfoot’s neck, purring deeply. Weedfoot purred back and groomed her former apprentice’s head.

“We need to mark the old border while we have the time,” Weedfoot sighed, glancing between James and Burdockpaw. “Can you two handle it?”

“I suppose,” James sighed, spitting out more fur. “I’m simply glad that whole ordeal is over.”

“I’ll show you where to mark,” Burdockpaw said. He shook out his pelt (and the odd guilt that rippled out from his blood-soaked foot) and trotted up to James.

“You were great, Burdockpaw,” Oilstripe purred, still out of breath. “Really. We wouldn’t have driven them off without your help.”

“Thanks, Oilstripe,” Burdockpaw said, standing tall under the praise. A thought flickered over Oilstripe’s eyes. She moved away from Weedfoot and studied Burdockpaw. The red tom panted and rubbed his dirty paw into the grass.

“Burdockpaw,” Oilstripe hummed, tail rising, “how would you like to earn your name early?”

(Oilstripe: 21, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Burdockpaw: 11, male, historian apprentice, loyal, interested in Clan history)

(Weedfoot: 66, female, deputy, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(James: 93, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

Burdockcreek is honored for getting RippleClan territory back through an early historian ceremony.

[Image ID: Burdockcreek sits in the middle of the screen. Under him, it reads LEVEL UP! BURDOCKPAW -> BURDOCKCREEK, LOYAL -> CONFIDENT, INTERESTED IN CLAN HISTORY -> LEARNER OF LORE.]

(Burdockcreek: 11, male, historian, confident, learner of lore)

Although Halibutpaw feels better, now Shadowpaw pushes himself too far during training.

[Image ID: Shadowpaw sits in the middle of the screen. Under him, it reads + CONDITION: SORE.]

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Shadowpaw had his mentor to thank for such a great sparring spot. There was a portion of the territory, north of the shipwreck, where the sand stretched further inland but the ocean only touched it at high tide. The sand mingled with grass and created a soft, effective place to throw his brother as hard as he could.

“Gentle, little Shadow!” Parsley laughed as Shadowpaw once more grabbed Halibutpaw by the scruff and shoved his face into the sand. “We don’t need your brother paying Mr. Fennelspot another visit so soon!” She sat with Rustshade at the edge of the sand, nibbling at an itch above her stump.

“I’m fine, Parsley,” Halibutpaw sighed. He pulled his head out of the sand and sneezed.

“Now my neck hurts,” Shadowpaw groaned. He stretched his neck out but a ripple of pain ran down his spine.

“That’s why you only perform that move on smaller cats,” Rustshade sighed. He got up and stood between the two gray brothers. “You both need to learn how to pace yourselves in a fight. You have a habit of pushing yourselves too far at the start and straining your muscles.”

“That’s better than letting a codebreaker escape,” Shadowpaw said. He gently arched his back, but the muscles around his shoulders were stiff and ached when he moved. Rustshade’s attention shifted to the shipwreck in the distance, where the gentle smoke of the oven drifted into the sky.

“Go back to camp and have some of what Graypaw and Carnationspeckle are cooking,” Rustshade sighed. “I mean it, toms. Straight back to camp, no side-tracking.”

“You aren’t coming with?” Halibutpaw asked, nose twitching like there was still sand inside.

“I want to walk with Parsley for a while,” Rustshade huffed.

“About what?” Halibutpaw asked again. Rustshade’s uncanny eyes merely drifted over Halibutpaw, but that was enough to stop the young tom’s questions.

“Go home and rest,” Rustshade sighed, heading back to Parsley. He whispered something to the tortoiseshell and the pair walked into the trees beyond the beach.

“I might have to talk to Fennelspot,” Shadowpaw groaned as his neck twinged again. “Either that or sleep the rest of the day.”

“Alright,” Halibutpaw mumbled. He walked close to Shadowpaw in the direction of the shipwreck. Shadowpaw had no interest in an adventure at the moment, but he eyed Halibutpaw, just in case he got another troublesome idea. His stocky brother was silent, however.

“It was just a training session, Halibut,” Shadowpaw said, his usual confidence slipping as Halibutpaw’s fur sagged.

“That’s not the problem,” Halibutpaw groaned. “Do… do you think Mom was right to go to war against AshClan? They’re so much bigger than we are.”

“Weedfoot says violence is the best way to show them we’re a serious Clan,” Shadowpaw said.

“I wish we hadn’t attacked Heronflank,” Halibutpaw grumbled. He dragged his paws in the cool sand.

“We were a little excited,” Shadowpaw admitted, ears tilting back.

“I nearly blinded him,” Halibutpaw suddenly snapped, lips curled, “that’s more than being overexcited, Shadow! Ugh, I hate fighting! I hate war!” Halibutpaw kicked the sand. Shadowpaw decided not to point out that Halibutpaw was a warrior apprentice of all things.

“I’m sorry, I picked the wrong words,” Shadowpaw huffed, stopping for a moment. “We won’t fight AshClan forever! Besides, Mom keeps sending us back to camp when we see them.

You probably won’t fight them again.”

“Please don’t tell Graypaw I said that,” Halibutpaw groaned. “She’ll call me a mouse-heart.”

“I’m not stupid,” Shadowpaw scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We’ll leave the bloodlust to her, does that sound good?”

“What sounds good,” Halibutpaw sighed, jogging ahead of Shadowpaw, “is taking a nap!”

“Hey, you know I’m sore!” Shadowpaw yowled. Despite the aches biting at his shoulders, Shadowpaw ran after his brother, hoping he made things just a bit better.

(Shadowpaw: 9, male, codekeeper apprentice, adventurous, confident with words)

(Parsley: 111, female, warrior, righteous, good speaker)

(Halibutpaw: 9, male, warrior apprentice, impulsive, quick witted, lover of stories)

(Rustshade: 61, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

Rustshade and Parsley find a loner on patrol.

[Image ID: A reddish-brown cat sits to the left. Under her, it reads NEW PLAYER: RABBITJOY, 54 MOONS, FEMALE, CHARISMATIC, MASTER WEAVER. Rustshade and Parsley stand to the right. Rustshade says “You came back!”]

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“Now Mr. Rust,” Parsley hummed as Rustshade led her deeper into RippleClan’s forest, “what was so important that you sent our Clan’s two troublemakers home alone?” Compared to Rustshade’s silent paws, Parsley thundered through the territory; her heavy paws had to land hard to make up for her missing counterbalance. She chose each step carefully, avoiding crunchy leaves while she questioned Rustshade’s intentions.

“I merely wanted to go hunting without those two on our tails,” Rustshade hummed. “You’re the first newcomer to RippleClan, but I don’t know you well.”

“Well isn’t that sweet,” Parsley chuckled. She caught up to Rustshade and walked alongside him. “My story is free to hear, but I’m afraid it’s rather dull. I spent my whole life tending that barn, and this is how the humans thanked me.” She wiggled her stump.

“We’re glad to have you,” Rustshade sighed. “Let me know if the other Clans keep bothering you about your name. I’ll handle them.”

“How gallant,” Parsley chuckled. Her ears shot up as leaves crumbled somewhere off the small dirt path (carved from a year’s worth of cats following the trail to favorite hunting spots). Rustshade noticed it too, for his gaze shot into the trees.

“That was too big to be a squirrel,” he whispered. His tail stiffened and he tasted the air. Parsley smelled it too; it was a cat. She sniffed again, checking for the familiar woodsy scent of AshClan, but instead, the scent of hay and humans drifted through her whiskers.

“A loner,” Parsley hummed. “Must be new to the area. Speaking from experience, strays around here know better than to linger inside your borders.”

“You still have loner scent on you,” Rustshade muttered, flicking his tail toward the noise. “Speak to whoever is out there. Let’s not scare them.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Parsley hummed. She stepped off the path as more leaves crunched from behind a tree fox-lengths away. Parsley cleared her throat and called, “Excuse me! Hello? We don’t mean to frighten you, but are you aware you’re on Clan land?” The noises behind the tree stilled. “No need to be scared, whoever you are. We don’t go mauling kittypets around these parts. My name is Parsley. Care to share?”

“That’s not a Clan name,” a rattling voice muttered. The tip of a brown tail peeked out from behind the tree. Rustshade passed Parsley, his eyes huge and tail slowly rising.

“Rabbitfall?” Rustshade called. A reddish-brown cat stepped into the light of early dusk. Light blue eyes shifted from tight slits to an open, warming gaze.

“I changed it,” the cat chuckled. “It didn’t fit me anymore. Can you call me Rabbitjoy?”

“You came back!” Rustshade gasped. Rabbitjoy purred and strolled up to Rustshade. She touched noses with him and closed her eyes.

“I couldn’t stay away,” Rabbitjoy hummed. She stepped back and said, “Did you do it?”

“We’re RippleClan now,” Rustshade purred. He motioned for Parsley to come closer.

“After everything that happened,” Rabbitjoy sighed, her harsh purrs making her body shake, “I wasn’t sure RippleClan would survive.”

“We even have loners in our Clan,” Rustshade explained, walking around Parsley. “This is Parsley. She was the first loner we welcomed in.”

“I assume it is a pleasure to meet you,” Parsley said, eyeing Rustshade. “Care to introduce me to your friend?”

“Rabbitjoy was in WheatClan with me,” Rustshade explained, suddenly at Rabbitjoy’s side. “She was part of our group back in the day. She helped me break Weedfoot out of AshClan’s camp. I couldn’t have done it without her.”

“I shouldn’t have left like I did,” Rabbitjoy said, looking away from the two Clan cats. “Lavenderleaf was dead. I… I was going to make a life with her in a new Clan. I didn’t know how I could do that without her.” Rabbitjoy shook her head and straightened up, adding “That was Rabbitfall. I’m Rabbitjoy now. I don’t want my fear to keep me from home.”

“Does that mean you’re ready?” Rustshade asked. His eyes were more intense, more open than Parsley had ever seen Rustshade look.

“I am,” Rabbitjoy said with a deep breath. “I promised I would come back when I was ready, and I don’t break my promises.”

“This way,” Rustshade said, racing through the trees. Parsley scrambled after him, but Rabbitjoy seemed perfectly at ease with Rustshade’s new-found energy. She pelted after Rustshade and slipped into a comfortable rhythm.

“I want to hear everything I missed,” Rabbitjoy cooed as the shipwreck appeared through the trees.

“We’ll be happy to share,” Rustshade hummed. He slowed to a jog as the camp entrance came into view. Rabbitjoy lagged behind him. She stared at the massive shipwreck with eyes as big and helpless as a kit’s.

“Take it from me,” Parsley purred, moving to Rabbitjoy’s side. Rustshade realized his friend had stopped and rejoined her. “This is one of the most welcoming bunch of cats I’ve had the pleasure to meet. The only thing you’ll get from them is a warm hello.” Rabbitjoy released the nervous breath billowing in her chest. She steadied her paws and marched into camp.

Weedfoot must have been telling Oilstripe and Locustpaw a story before the three cats entered camp, as Rustshade’s offspring were sitting beside her, but they were quiet, staring at Rabbitjoy. More faces turned Rabbitjoy’s way as the newcomer studied the sand under her paws, the wreckage that littered camp, the familiar and strange faces peeking out from each den and corner.

Rabbitjoy’s focus settled on Weedfoot. Weedfoot couldn’t look away from the newcomer. Oilstripe stared at Rabbitjoy like she had descended from Silverpelt. Weedfoot’s whiskers quivered. Whispered questions fluttered about as Weedfoot walked toward Rabbitjoy.

“I’m ho—” Rabbitjoy purred. Weedfoot collided into Rabbitjoy. Her round head pressed deep into the soft fur of Rabbitjoy’s neck, which muffled Weedfoot’s crying.

“Rabbit, I’m sorry,” Weedfoot sobbed. “I’m so sorry, I tried to make her run, I’m sorry.”

“Weedy, you apologized when we got you out,” Rabbitjoy cooed, licking Weedfoot’s cheek. “I don’t blame you anymore. I forgave you moons ago.”

Parsley backed up as a crowd formed around Rabbitjoy and Weedfoot. Rustshade vanished behind his daughter. Questions became as common as clouds, but Parsley walked around the Clan toward the warrior’s den. She knew when to give her friends room to breathe, even if others didn’t.

(Rustshade: 61, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Parsley: 111, female, warrior, righteous, good speaker)

(Rabbitjoy: 54, female, artisan, charismatic, master weaver)

(Oilstripe: 21, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Locustpaw: 11, nonbinary (they/them), historian apprentice, troublesome, moss-ball hunter)

#warrior cats #clangen #rippleclan #warriors #rippleclan story #oilstripe #burdockpaw #burdockcreek #rustshade #weedfoot #james #shadowpaw #halibutpaw #parsley #rabbitjoy

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puddledfishhh · 6 months

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Jawdrop

OC's!!!

Smallpaw, Caneheart, Whiteeagle and Bullfinchpelt

#artists on tumblr #sketch #украрт #укртумбочка #warriors oc #warriors original character #wc oc #wc oc art #wc ocs #ibispaint art #ibispaintx #warriors art #oc #original character #oc art

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warrior-cats-rewritten · 7 months

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Speckletail

Trigger warning: Suicide, starvation, miscarriage, and one VERY toxic relationship.

Speckletail was found as a kitten during The Great Hunger as a newborn when One-eye was 5 moons old. The story that Rooktail and Pinestar gave was that they had found her with no parents. They stuck to it so hard, that everyone believed it.

That is not what happened.

What the new leader and his companion found that day was a golden tabby molly kitten who was barely clinging to life, 2 ginger tom kittens, and a dark gray tabby molly. The 2 male kittens were already passed on, and the adult molly was found with a berry juice stained muzzle, and foam around her mouth. In the despair of losing 2 children, she left the other, taking her own life with deathberries. Pinestar and Rooktail gave the molly and her 2 sons a burial, and had actually been about to bury baby Speckle when she suddenly squeaked, spooking Pinestar so much he bigged up his tail.

They IMMEDIATELY rushed the tiny molly into camp, taking her into the nursery, Rooktail grabbing any Medicine Cat around who could help.

She was named Specklekit, and was taken in to Rainfur, as Harepounce was already dead by this point in time, the Great Hunger was in full swing, but Pinestar was not going to be his father. If Specklekit passed in the night, at least no one would be able to say they hadn't tried.

But to spare the grief, the dark thoughts that such a scene would cause, he and Rooktail agreed to take the secret of Speckletail's mother to the grave. Rooktail actually ended up forgetting completely before he eventually passed, and the secret ate Pinestar alive. Even as a kittypet, he thought about it.

Specklekit was raised by Rainfur, but she had to grow up QUICKLY. Thunderclan was starving, and Rainfur's milk was drying up fast. While Rainfur tried her best, she was caring for 5 kits, Specklekit ended up being a bit ignored, and started to realize something. If she got loud, she would get attention from others... She knew she was different, so she would make sure to be as loyal and protective of Thunderclan as possible.

Specklepaw was mentored by Littlestep, Smallear's father. He taught her to be very spirited. By the way, Littlestep is also now hard of hearing, mainly in his right ear, but he is so good at lip-reading that most cats forget he is at all. He wanted to be a mentor and father, so he had his 4 moon old son hang out with them a lot. Smallkit and Specklepaw spent a lot of time together.

Smallpaw's mentor is still Hollypelt, but when she dies during The Great Hunger, he is made a Warrior early due to his fighting skill. Specklepaw, who was a bit held back, was made a warrior at the same time.

Speckletail didn't have a lot of friends, as she was disconnected from her family majorly during her apprenticeship, her only real friend was Smallear. He was... Very much into Thunderclan Loyalty, for worse. He believed due to Hollypelt's attitude that the other Clans were inferior, especially Shadowclan, especially after a border fight nearly got his father killed.

They spent a LOT of time together, and we see through Goosefeather's eyes that something bad is going to come of it. It does.

Speckletail winds up pregnant. Littlestep and Rainfur, who has grown snappy with age, insist that the two should now be mates. Speckletail accepts, and feels mostly okay with this. After all, Smallear is so fiercely loyal to Thunderclan, and so strong, no one will look down on her or pass her over for opportunities!

But... It was not meant to be. After a long, difficult pregnancy, Speckletail awoke one night to the worst pain she had ever felt. It was still a few weeks early, too early...

Goosefeather did his best (she hopes), but he could not save their daughters. Mintkit, a ginger molly, and Pigeonkit, a black molly with white paws, born too early to be saved.

All that pressure and arguing for nothing. Forced to be mates with Smallear just to lose the babies anyways... It seemed like a sick joke to Speckletail, who was growing more and more jaded by the minute. At first, she agreed with Smallear's views to keep peace, but Speckletail could only fake saying yes for so long before it became more enthusiastic. Genuine agreement.

A week and a half later, JUST before Specketail's milk had completely dried up, 2 kittens were found by Adderfang and Sunfall. They were brought to the nursery, the 2 having cheerful looks on their faces. "Look!" They told her. "Just like you were found!"

Speckletail snapped at them, she hated whenever it was brought up, she hated the way Pinestar was always looking at her. Like he knew something she didn't. Her mother abandoned her in the woods, all alone. But she wouldn't let that happen to these 2, no sir.

She spoiled Lionkit and Goldenkit. She loved the 2 so much that she was able to ignore Smallear's whines that she never spoke to him anymore. That these loner kits were taking up all her time that she must not love him at all anymore. She swiped at him for that, leaving a scratch on his face, not a scar, but Goosefeather laughed at him when he demanded help. Now, she wasn't their only caregiver, but she was the most vocal one. They would always have the best care they could get. She would make sure they were paid attention to.

She was filled with pride when Lionheart and Goldenflower became warriors. She knew they didn't really need her anymore, they were always very independent cats. But she watched with joy as Lionheart became close with Frostfur, Goldenflower becoming mates with Tigerclaw. She sobbed with happiness when Goldenflower announced her first litter, helping her daughter give birth to Swiftkit and Lynxkit. When Frostfur had Brightkit and Thornkit, she helped out again, the 2 becoming very close friends in the process. Speckletail finally had the friends and support network she had always wanted, though agreeing with Smallear for so long had left her sassy and spicy.

During Into The Wild, when Lionheart is killed, things reach a boiling point. At his funeral, Smallear makes a very big point to blame Shadowclan, saying it would be better for them to be wiped out completely. Speckletail finally snaps. She dislikes the other Clans but talk like THAT is blasphemy and makes him no better than Brokenstar himself forcing Windclan out. She may be carrying his kits, but she and him are no longer mates, and he has no right to call himself Lionheart's father is he wants to use Lionheart's death to spout MORE shlock about the other Clans. That goes for Goldenflower too, which causes Smallear to lash out, eventually taking things out on Tawnypaw.

Speckletail fought hard for Mistlekit and Snowkit, and was quite involved in Snowpaw's education with Brackenfur. Mistlepaw didn't need it as much, but Speckletail made it a point to hunt with her daughter too, even as it made her realize how much her age was catching up with her.

When Firestar took up Thunderclan's Leadership, Speckletail told him that he would be doing another ceremony after her made the older apprentices into warriors. She voluntarily retired, going into the Elder's den that night, but shocked to find Snowpaw and Mistlepaw had snuck in to hang out for a while.

Snowpaw would request in his own strange sounding voice to be named after his mother, earning the Hunter name, Snowtail. He gave her great care, and made sure that she would come with Thunderclan when the Forest began to fall. She watches as he and Mistleberry fight off a young badger during the Badger Seige.

She passes at complete and utter peace from her age during Sunset. She finds friends and family waiting in Starclan, and realizes that she had been loved heavily all along.

She may have grown into the grumpy grandma who was snappy, and boisterous, but was never unloved.

#warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #wcr #warriors #speckletail #character page #tw suicide #tw animal death #tw starvation #tw miscarriage #tw toxic relationship

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bethanymcsm · 9 months

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Recently reread The Prophecies Begin and all I can think of is a Warriors x MCSM AU

Casting so far:

Bluestar: Gabriel/Foreststar

Rusty/Firepaw/heart: Toffee/M!Jesse/Sparrowpaw/pelt

Yellowfang: Ivor/Ivyfang

Ravenpaw: Radar/Smallpaw

Greypaw/stripe: Lukas/Dawnpaw/fur

Sandpaw/storm: Petra/Firepaw/claw

Dustpaw/pelt: Aiden/Blackpaw/wind

Princess: F!Jesse/Holly

Tigerclaw/star: Soren/Flameheart/star

Each character will have tweaked back stories due to either kits (Yellowfang having kits and Bluestar giving up hers not being possible with Gabriel and Ivor) or various other reasons and yes, there will be OCs to play small roles so here have some descriptions while I try do art

Foreststar: A broad shouldered, dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Ivyfang: A skinny black tom with blue eyes

Sparrowpaw: A spotted brown tom with green eyes

Smallpaw: A small, dark grey tom with orange eyes

Dawnpaw: A light ginger tom with shocking blue eyes

Blackpaw: A lithe, black tabby tom with green eyes

Firepaw: A bright orange she-cat with yellow eyes

Holly: A black she-cat with bright green eyes

Flameheart: An orange tom with red eyes

#mcsm #mcsm gabriel #mcsm au #mcsm ivor #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #mcsm petra #mcsm aiden #mcsm soren #warrior cats #wc au

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fiercepawthecomic · 10 months

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Smallbird

Smallbird, mate of Angelsnout. Mentor of Leafpaw

Story under the cut

Smallkit was born to a single father, featherfur. He taught him everything. After featherfur passed, Smallpaw realized he was trans. He then met Angelpaw and became mates with them when they became older. Angelsnout and Smallbird kept trying to have kits but their fur was just a little too dark for Blindstars liking. To this day they still don’t have kits.

#fiercepaws fight #smallbird #angelsnout #blindstar #featherfur #warriors #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats fanart #warrior cats #warrior cat #warrior cat comic #warrior cats comic #warrior cat fancomic #fiercepaw comic

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cats-turn-naturally-pink-somehow · 5 months

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Introduction || Lore + Character Design Masterlist

⭐ Introduction

Hey! This is just a little sideblog created by @mugzymiik about a Warriors AU for The Pink Corruption. It's also a co-owned AU, so here are the other owners!:

✨ Owner(s)

Mugs/October/Gold/+ — @mugzymiik || any/all pronouns - Co-owner + founder of blog

SleeplessTea/Tea — @sleepless-tea || any/all pronouns, male leaning - Co-owner - Less likely to be active

⭐ Lore Masterlist

✨ The Clans

TreeClan – [WIP]

CorruptClan – [WIP]

✨ The Prophecy

The Prophecy Cats (Heroes) – [WIP]

⭐ Character Masterlist

✨ Prophecy Cats (Heroes)

Cyanpaw/Cyansong (Cyan) – [WIP]

Citruspaw/WIP (Orange) – [WIP]

Tsavoritepaw/Tsavoriteleap (Tsavorite) – [WIP]

Goldpaw/Goldfang (Gold) – [WIP]

Deathberrypaw/Deathberrydawn (Cyanide) – [WIP]

✨ Parents of the Prophecy Cats (Caretakers)

Cubecry (Cube) – [WIP]

Irisshade (Iris) – [WIP]

Pentellow – [WIP]

Pyrare – [WIP]

✨ StarClan Prophets (Group Members)

Plumwisp (Purpex) – [WIP]

Marblebounce (Marcle) – [WIP]

Tinyfluff (Squadril) – [WIP]

Cintagon – [WIP]

Circumsphere – [WIP]

Quintagon – [WIP]

Hexagram – [WIP]

Polyhedron – [WIP]

Riverpounce (Rincle) – [WIP]

Bravefluff (Circumuscle) – [WIP]

Smallpaw/WIP (Spheer) – [WIP]

Azaleaeyes (Cirtunda) – [WIP]

[More to be added]

✨ CorruptClan Cats (Corrupted Shapes)

Dubstar [Dubstep] (Dub) – [WIP]

Ajaceare – [WIP]

Circubit – [WIP]

Mudpelt (George) – [WIP]

✨ Other Characters

Solglow (The Sun) – [WIP]

Wolfspike (Lythorus) – [WIP]

Heli – [WIP]

Ketches – [WIP]

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crystalsclangencorner · 4 months

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MoonClan

Moon 3 (Continued)

Moonstar lost one life after encountering a dog on a border patrol.

Kinkpaw catches a mouse!

Mudpaw can't stand being around Cavernkit.

Moonstar and Kinkpaw both think Thistlekit is very helpful!

Moonstar officially adopts Thistlekit.

Oatpaw helps Bumblekit pick some burrs out of her pelt.

Ridgestripe laughs when Smallkit tells a funny joke.

Bumblekit and Oatpaw spend some time together and develop a better understanding of each other.

A continuation of the character desgins

Thistlekit

Spirekit

Cavernkit

Bushkit

Smallkit

Cypresskit

Bumblekit

(And now back to your regularly scheduled program)

Moon 4 (Greenleaf)

Mudpaw's leg has to be amputated.

Thistlekit has become an apprentice, her mentor is Gullbillow.

Mouseegg and Moonstar have become mates.

Gullbillow heard Ridgestripe talk about potential mates and didn't hear his name come up. (Poor Gullbillow! :{)

Thistlepaw wonders how Oatpaw is doing.

Thistlepaw plays a prank on Mouseegg.

Thistlepaw catches a squirrel!

Kinkpaw and Mudpaw go hunting together. They spot a rabbit, but fail to catch it.

Mudpaw looks at Cavernkit and wonders if she was ever that small.

Mudpaw enjoys spending time with Kinkpaw!

Moon 5 (Greenleaf)

Mouseegg has recovered from her sprain.

Bumblekit no longer has fleas.

Oatpaw's heat exhaustion has abated.

Mouseegg announces that she is expecting kits, she moves into the nursery.

Bumblekit spreads a hurtful rumor about Kinkpaw.

Oatpaw helps Kinkpaw clean out the elder's bedding.

Moon 6 (Leaf-fall)

Mouseegg thinks she'll have a large litter.

Kinkpaw has realized that tom no longer describes how they feel. (Congrats on coming out as nonbinary, Kinkpaw! <3)

Thistlepaw and Oatpaw enjoy each other's company.

Surprisingly, Ridgestripe and Gullbillow becomes mates.

Moon 7 (Leaf-fall)

Mouseegg had a litter of four kits (Blisskit [Female], Elderkit [Male], Brightkit [Male], and Lionkit [Male]) with Moonstar. The two cats are thrilled about the kits, Mouseegg is also thrilled to take a little break from the stuffy air of the nursery and have Moonstar look after the kits for a while.

Oatpaw has gotten greecough.

Cavernkit has gotten a stomachache.

Moonstar has realized that tom doesn't describe the way they feel anymore. (Nonbinary cat number two! :})

Oatpaw thinks Cypresskit isn't very considerate of others.

Ridgestripe said something very rude to Cavernkit.

Moon 7 (Leaf-fall)

Moonstar feels as though the responsibility of leadership is crushing them.

Mudpaw and Kinkpaw become warriors! Mudpaw is named Mudpelt and Kinkpaw is named Kinkshade!

Spirekit, Cavernkit, Bushkit, Smallkit, Cypresskit, and Bumblekit all become apprentices! Spirepaw has chosen to become a healer apprentice, thus making Ridgestripe her mentor. Cavernpaw gets Moonstar as her mentor, Bushpaw gets Kinkshade as his mentor, Smallpaw gets Mudpelt as his mentor, Cypresspaw gets Gullbillow as her mentor, and Bumblepaw gets Mouseegg as her mentor.

Bumblepaw gives Spirepaw forget-me-not flowers as a congratulations.

The newly made apprentices all go on a herb-gathering patrol, unfortunately it does not go well.

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tgawsome121 · 1 year

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An amazing art Commission from Chista I got from Stupor Star (Link here: https://twitter.com/Stupor_Star )

Also have a little short story thing I whipped up for this pic. Might expand it into something else later.

Alexei leaned back in his chair and propped his paws up on his desk as he let out a deep yawn. It was tempting to take another well-deserved nap, but it was almost lunchtime; it wouldn't be right to nap before lunch. However, Alexei thought, taking a nap after lunch is a much better plan.

The Smallpaw* nodded, congratulating himself on successfully planning his second nap of the day. Alexei glances at the clock, "A few more minutes," he says to himself, stretching his arms overhead. He mulls over the critical question of what to have for lunch today when his large ears twitch. He hears the heavy footsteps just as the handle on his office door starts to turn.

Alexei pivots in his seat, planting his feet on the floor before shuffling the loose papers on his desk into a neat pile. There wasn't time to put on his blue coat, but the leather jerkin and badge were official enough, so it would only look like he'd been slacking a little. As easygoing as this town was, it wasn't an excuse to let all official standards fall to the wayside.

"Come in!" Alexei said as he grabbed a fountain pen and started squiggling on the crossword in front of him as if it were some official document.

The door opened, and a most curious sound hit Alexei's sensitive ears, a wet sloshing as if a jug of water or a can of paint were being hauled through his door. A perplexed Alexei looks up only to see a massive woman and an equally massive gut squeezing through his door. The pen drops from his hand as he watches the woman stoop through the doorway with her belly brushing against the door frame.

So many questions were racing through Alexei's mind as he tried to process what he was seeing and hearing. The woman dwarfed the Smallpaw by several feet as she stood to her full height once through the door. A goliath? Alexei thought as a wet gurgle brought his attention back to the massive gut invading his office.

Alexei was sure that a human could curl inside the wobbling, gurgling, bolder of flesh, or as he slowly realized, a couple of Smallpaws like himself. He swallowed nervously as it dawned on him why the woman's belly was so large. The Goliath was a Glutton*.

"Constable Alexei, I presume?" The woman's voice pulls him back to reality.

"Uh… that I am!" He said with a nervous chuckle as the woman seemed to swallow up his office with her girth.

"Excellent, I've got a bounty to turn in!" The Goliath said as she took another step forwards, her gut letting out a bubbling groan.

Alexei craned his neck upwards, trying to maintain eye contact with the Goliath. However, try as he might, there was no escaping the woman's belly. The smooth, creamy orb dominated his vision as the bubbling digestive turmoil filled his sensitive ears. "That's… that's good news." He stammered out with a smile. "Where are they, if I may ask?"

Alexei regretted asking the question when he saw the smug look on the woman's face.

"I got them right here!" The woman says as she drums her fingers on her bubbling belly.

Alexei's eyes follow those fingers as he observes the bounties 'prison'. The woman's belly was certainly big enough for a human to fit, but there would be some sign of their presence even then. Unless… "oh dear," Alexei felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that this bounty wasn't going to be spending time in jail….

Smallpaw: a working name for mouselings or mousefolk in my setting. They fill the role of hobbit/halfling if you need a 'traditional' fantasy counterpart.

Glutton: What those capable of vore are called in my setting.

#soft vore #vore belly #vore oc #unwilling vore #vore writing #same size vore #vore art #vore commission #vore talk

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