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thistlefur · 2 days
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clangenrising · 3 days
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Out of curiosity, do you have any favorite cats from the other clans?
I like how much personality you’ve given them, for the brief moments we do have interaction with other clan cats. I love the small friend group of apprentices Floodpaw has personally
Oooh that's a great question. Hmmm...
I mean Boldpaw and Fishpaw from EarthClan are definite favorites. Toadpaw is also near and dear to my heart.
Tumblefang from FallenClan is always fun to write (yall know how i feel about womens' wrongs)
Aaaand I guess Snowstar and Fernpaw? SkyClan has a lot of cats I like in theory but who are (so far) pretty bland in practice haha. That just means that I need to write them more tho, since I usually fall in love the more I need to write a character and make them interesting to read.
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bogcreacher · 3 months
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and then there was one
(bloodless ver under the cut)
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goblinschild · 7 months
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Leader, Medicine Cat, and Baby.
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eggfeather · 10 months
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snowstar
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gadeton · 10 days
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[ A Magic Show in the Middle of a Snow ]
I drew one of @nikkiandwendywolfie’s new OC which happens to be Arcticus the Magnificent alongside with character by @snowby3d , @kirbyzaz , and @blubunny-artist, alongside with my OC Buckley as Arcticus is showing off his magic to one of the adorable snow creatures on existence in a middle of a snow day.
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© 2024 Gadeton, All Rights Reserved
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hinterland-clans · 3 months
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this has been sitting in my wips for a year... don't look at me lmao. anyways more info about each leader under the cut
Juniperstar (Juniperbreeze, she/her)- the founder of PineClan, Juniperstar was once a ShadowClan warrior in the Lake Territories. After her sister Torrentstar died, Juniper was asked to step up as leader. She never wanted to be leader, but worked hard to build a Clan to be proud of. Her leader mark is a grey tail-tip.
Duskstar (Duskshadow, he/him)- Duskstar was one of the first kits born in the new territory, and was named for his previous Clan. Duskstar was a proud, stoic cat, with strong fighting skills. It was under his leadership that PineClan fought a war against GlenClan over the Sunstones. His leader mark was white spots on his flank.
Bumblestar (Bumblebee, he/him) - Bumblebee was a former kittypet, and one of the kindest cats the Clans have ever known. He was boisterous, understanding, and wise. His leader mark was stripes down his tail.
Mothstar (Mothpelt, they/them)- Mothstar, while kind and thoughtful like their grandfather Bumblestar, was also exceedingly lazy. They generally let the Clan run itself, spending most of their time in the leader's den or the nursery with their mate. Most duties that would've fallen to them were instead passed to their deputy, Snowcoat. Their leader mark was brown ears.
Snowstar (Snowcoat, she/her)- Snowstar was a quiet, authoritative, and very formidable cat. Given high authority at a young age, she believes that rank and power is everything and impressed this upon her descendants. Her leader mark was grey under her eyes.
Dovestar (Dovecurl, she/her)- Once Snowstar's apprentice, Dovestar was a sweet but spineless cat who was easily ordered around by others. Her purpose as deputy was to be the more charming face to Snowstar's iron paw, and as leader, she became listless and uncertain with no one to follow. She eventually retired after making Snowstar's grandson Vinetangle deputy. Her leader mark was brown spots on her face.
Vinestar (Vinetangle, he/him)- Told from birth that he was destined to lead his Clan, Vinestar was an aggressive, forboding cat. His ideas of his family's right to power came from Snowstar, and was passed to his own descendants. He was killed in a formal challenge by Blackreed. His leader mark is sharp spirals on his face.
Rosestar (Roseblossom, she/her)- A shy, unsure, but determined cat, Rosestar was chosen by StarClan to lead PineClan after Vinestar died. She is supported by her mate and deputy Hollyfrost, and does her best to lead her clanmates as StarClan wills. Her leader mark is white petal-shaped spots on her back.
Driftstar (Driftrunner, she/they)- A confident, playful cat, Driftstar was chosen to become deputy because she would fight for her clan like no other. Having had her vocal cords damaged from a severe neck wound when she was an apprentice, Driftstar has an extremely quiet and raspy voice. She communicates with signals, and her deputy speaks for her at gatherings. Her leader mark is a dark tail-tip.
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brokenclangen · 4 months
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Clan Founders
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Settling into their new home, the freshly formed clan seems to be doing alright, though their mediator doesn't appear to be all that qualified to do their job correctly.
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And the star guide has very deep secrets.
Leader
Snowstar (72m) He/Him (Male) Thoughtful Great speaker Incredible runner
Deputy
Carnationfog (113m) They/Them (Nonbinary) Grumpy Valuable insight Good fighter (Adoptive parent of Shadowkit)
Medicine Cats
Gulldawn (114m) He/They (Male) Lonesome Fantastic healer
Icestripe (84m) He/Him (Male) Strange Great healer
Mediator
Flaxpelt (94m) He/Him (Male) Bloodthirsty Good mediator Very Clever (Adoptive father of Gillkit)
Warriors
Timberspirit (99m) He/Him (Male) Nervous Renowned hunter Great speaker
Cherviltuft (59m) He/They (Male) Adventurous Unnatural senses Great teacher
Elder
Tuftdust (147m) He/Him (male) Insecure Great teacher (Adoptive father of Snowstar and Icestripe)
Kits
Shadowkit (5m) She/Her (Female) Attention seeker Quick witted
Gillkit (5m) She/Her (Female) Bullying Constantly climbing
Star Guide
Swarmpaw (7m in life, 53m in death) Any pronouns Bloodthirsty. Steady paws Distant relative of Icestripe, chose to follow the band of cats out of curiosity. Took it upon themselves to become the guide of the dead, with unknown intentions.
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Deputies in a Dark Reign
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Little bit more blurry, and this time by m-o-u-r-i
Again, this is NOT to scale of one another.
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--Hoot, Snow, and Rosebranch are she-cats, Goldengaze and Frogstreak are toms.
--Aside from Hoot, all designs are taken from @ambitiousauthor who wrote their descriptions in Gorsedaisy's Nightmare (also seen in Rainstar's Burden). Rose was listed as a calico, so I decided to be creative with it. I also added a scar to Snowpad.
--Snowpad had to stay in the medicine den for a long time after she received her injury, and many were skeptical that she would have survived. She has problems with memory and concentration, though thankfully is better at planning (which can also be affected if injured in the area that she was).
After her injury, Snowpad's personality changed. She became more impulsive, and less able to hold back bursts of emotion. In spite of this, she proved herself and became the deputy, later leader. Her own deputy was a friend and former apprentice of hers that helped her figure out methods to aid her memory and concentration.
Gatherings are tough for her due to the impulsivity and bursts of emotions bit, but with effort and hard work, she works around it--it is not completely gone, she cannot magically make it go away when she needs it to, but she can better direct it in a way that is not as harmful as it could be.
It's kind of hard to see, but Snowpad is all white with lighter paws!
--After Rainstar, Rosebranch was the first to become leader.
--Frogstreak was leader for seven moons before he passed. He was still young and wanted to prove himself, so when senior warriors and elders voiced their doubts, he lead the Clan into battle (likely for Sunningrocks, as it was the old territories).
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What if the senior warriors and/or elders that talked badly about Frogstar's leadership were friends of his late father and he wanted to impress them, wanted to make them proud, and in doing so it got him killed
There were injuries, but nothing beyond scars. That is, until the fourth fight in, when Frogstreak's throat was slashed in a wound too big to come back from.
--Goldengaze is very serious all the time. A huge buzzkill.
--Hoot :3
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elenaki88 · 3 months
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🌬️-7 today
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exocynraku · 2 years
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alright im bored back to doing lineart
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clangenrising · 2 months
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Month 11 - Leafbare
The snow had been falling all morning. The drifts piled up over the course of the afternoon, higher than Floodpaw had ever seen before, and he and the other apprentices had to clear out the den entrances once or twice to keep the dens from being completely sealed off. They’d also spent a good few hours fishing at Goldenstar’s request but Floodpaw hadn’t been able to focus much.
That morning, she had told the three of them that if they wanted to join the war party she would let them. He had been thrilled, to say the least. The assessments had been tough but the hardest part had been the lack of a reaction from Goldenstar and the silence on the matter she had maintained for the last few days. The anticipation had nearly eaten him alive. Now, all of that energy had been turned into excitement. He had immediately asked to go and Goldenstar had agreed. Even Sparrowpaw was going. 
Barleypaw was staying behind, as expected, but she had specifically asked to stay and protect Smokyrose and the kittens. 
“You won’t need to,” Floodpaw had said, “We’re going to beat the rogues, easy. The prophecy said so.” 
“It never hurts to be safe,” Yarrowshade had said. 
Floodpaw wasn’t sure how much he agreed with that but he’d forgotten about it easily enough when the other Clans started gathering in their camp. EarthClan was first. Floodpaw scrambled out of the apprentices’ den when he heard them. Orangestar and Darkmoon were there, along with three warriors he had met before on patrols. He also spotted Fishpaw and Boldpaw among the crowd and he hurried across the clearing to talk with them. Fishpaw wasn’t interested in conversation but Boldpaw sat and humored him which made Floodpaw swell with pride. 
Shortly after, FallenClan arrived with Flightstar, his deputy Pigeoncover, and three other warriors. Flightstar immediately ducked into Goldenstar’s den to talk with the other leaders but unlike the EarthClan cats, FallenClan didn’t mingle at all with RisingClan’s warriors. Floodpaw frowned. 
“Can you believe they almost didn’t show up?” he asked Boldpaw. 
Fishpaw looked over and said, “I can. FallenClan are a bunch of heartless snakes.” 
“They are?” he asked, squinting at the cluster of cats, two of which looked very similar to himself. 
“Flightstar at least is bad news,” Boldpaw said. “Darkmoon says the patrols have only gotten more standoffish since he took over.” 
“Huh,” Floodpaw said. He used to think that Flightstar was a strong and admirable warrior but now he wasn’t sure. What was a warrior without concern for others? Even he knew how important that was! 
Soon after, Snowstar, Tangletooth, Coyotechaser, and four other SkyClan warriors arrived along with Fernpaw who bounded over when Floodpaw waved at him. 
“Hey!” he grinned, joining them. “You guys ready to tear some rogue pelts?” 
“Definitely!” Floodpaw nodded, kneading the ground with his claws. 
“Shouldn’t be long now,” Boldpaw said. “Everyone’s here.”
“Who all from RisingClan is coming?” asked Fernpaw, looking around.
“Um,” Floodpaw tried to remember. “Me, Sparrowpaw… Goldenstar and Russetfrond, of course, and then Ospreymask, Branchbark, and I think Pantherhaze?” 
“Okay, not bad,” Fernpaw said, looking around.
“So everyone is bringing more warriors than FallenClan, then,” Fishpaw scoffed. 
“I heard they’re the smallest Clan there is,” Fernpaw said. “They don’t even have any apprentices or anything.” 
Floodpaw flicked an ear dismissively. “Who cares,” he said, “We’re all going to battle together! I can’t wait.” They didn’t have to wait long, which was a good thing, given the snow. After a few more minutes, the leaders emerged and Goldenstar jumped onto the Stoneperch to call a meeting. 
“Warriors!” she cried, and everyone fell silent. “We’re finally ready to drive these city rogues from our territory once and for all!” The cats cheered and Floodpaw joined in as loudly as he could. The energy was intoxicating, all of their bodies gathered in the little camp, hearts beating in time, their purpose aligned. He felt like a part of something bigger than himself and it was amazing. 
Goldenstar continued, “StarClan is with us today and our victory has been foreseen! All we need to do is follow through. Thank you all for joining us in this endeavor. It would not be possible without you and for that Orangestar and I are grateful.” Flightstar and Snowstar puffed up a little, looking proud of themselves, although Flightstar was the only one wearing a smirk. 
“Here’s the plan:” said Goldenstar. “We attack in two waves. The first wave will be led by Snowstar and made up of cats with pale coats. We’ll call them the Stoat Group. They’ll blend into the snow and advance stealthily, making way for the rest of us to follow. The second group, who we’ll call Eagle Group, will follow in their pawsteps about four fox-lengths behind.”
Snowstar lifted her voice and said, “Stoat Group will make the first approach, assess the rogue camp, and then attack. Once Eagle Group hears signs of combat, they’ll move in as well.”
Goldenstar nodded, looking a little perturbed. “Stoat Group will be Snowstar, Charredbranch, Pebblefall, Fernpaw, Bogmist, Fishpaw, Pigeoncover, Tumblefang, and Floodpaw.” Floodpaw gasped. He was going to be a part of the first attack? And without anyone else from RisingClan with him? He couldn’t believe it. “Everyone else, you’re with Eagle Group. Are there any questions?” 
No one spoke up, instead looking around to identify the cats they would be fighting side by side with. Floodpaw bumped shoulders with Fernpaw excitedly and Fernpaw grinned back. 
“Alright then,” said Flightstar, standing up. “Let’s form up and move out. Good hunting!” A few of the cats cheered but Floodpaw noticed Goldenstar frown. 
“I’m gonna check in with my mentor,” he said, “and then I’ll be right back, okay?” 
“Okay!” Fernpaw nodded. Floodpaw jumped up and bounded over to the food of the Stoneperch just as Goldenstar jumped down. 
“Hey,” he said, “Thanks for letting me go with Stoat Group!” 
Goldenstar looked down at him and a smile spread over her worried expression. “They need all the cats they can get and you’ve got the right coloring,” she said. “Just be careful. Stay close to the other warriors and don’t let the rogues overwhelm you. We’ll be right behind you but there’s probably going to be a good few seconds where you’re outnumbered.” 
“Got it,” he said, nodding. “I’ll see you there then.” 
“Good luck, kid,” Goldenstar purred, butting her head against his. He pressed up into her touch and then turned to go find Stoat Group. Before he got too far, he ran into Sparrowpaw. 
“Hey,” Sparrowpaw said, stepping in front of him, “Be safe out there, okay?” 
“Yeah,” Floodpaw said, “you too.” 
Sparrowpaw smiled. “Will do.” Floodpaw rubbed up against his brother fondly, then hurried towards Stoat Group. Luckily, nothing else got in his way and soon enough he was standing in a circle of mostly white cats, belly deep in the snow. It was almost surreal. He didn’t think he’d seen this many cats like him in one place all his life. 
“Alright,” said Snowstar, as he and Bogmist joined the huddle, “that’s everyone. Let’s move out. Stay within sight of at least two other cats at all times. Once we get there, watch me for the signal to attack, understood?”
“Affirmative,” said Pigeoncover with an obedient nod. Most of the others nodded or voiced agreement. Floodpaw puffed his chest up and nodded. What an honor to be among such a capable group of warriors!
“Good,” said Snowstar. “May StarClan guide our claws!” She looked across the camp to Goldenstar and the others and made eye contact before nodding and heading up the slope and into the thicker snow. 
“Good luck!” Floodpaw heard Oddstripe calling after them. He looked back at the healers’ den to shoot a grin at his papa who seemed worried. Don’t worry, Papa, he tried to say with his smile, I’ll come back a hero! Just watch!
Stoat Group fell into a small arrow shape with the apprentices in the middle, directly behind Snowstar and Pigeoncover. Floodpaw made sure to check regularly that he could still see Fernpaw and Fishpaw on either side of him as they made the long and silent journey to the border, or rather, to where the rogues had pushed the border. Despite the biting cold, he felt like he was burning with anticipation. It felt like at any moment they would suddenly be in the thick of battle. 
Eventually, Snowstar lifted her tail to stop them, and Floodpaw craned his neck to see the tracks ahead of them, covered heavily with freshly fallen snow. He wanted to ask if they were close but managed to keep a hold on his tongue. Snowstar looked at Pigeoncover and seemed to convey a message without a word. The FallenClan deputy nodded, glanced at Tumblefang, and then the two cats peeled off to the East, making a wide circle. Snowstar glanced at Charredbranch and he grinned, then flicked his tail at Fernpaw and the two of them split off to the West. 
Floodpaw started to vibrate in excitement. This must be it, he thought, we’re about to attack! He opened his mouth to try and catch any scent but the snow had muffled all of it. If the city cats were here, he had no idea where. 
A tense moment passed. Then another. Floodpaw strained his ears for any sound. He couldn’t hear anything above the blood pounding in his own ears. He spotted Charredbranch’s ears poking out of a snow bank to their right. He couldn’t see Pigeoncover anywhere.
Snowstar chirped, like a chattering bird, and all of the cats surged forward in an instant. Floodpaw moved as soon as he realized what was happening, flowing through Snowstar’s pawprints like rain water finding the fastest way down a hill. She bounded down a small slope then turned sharply right. Floodpaw blinked and suddenly there were dens in the snow in front of them. Snowstar crashed through into one and one of the cats inside screamed. 
“What’s going on?!” he heard a stranger cry out.
“We’re under attack!” another voice shouted, “Get up! Everyone up!” 
Pebblefall was in front of him and a rogue rose up to meet him, barring the entrance. Floodpaw shifted from foot to foot and glanced at Fishpaw. She growled in frustration and glanced around so he did the same. There was a second den where the two offshoots had converged and were being held at bay by a big ginger tabby with a jingling collar. There didn’t seem to be another den to attack. 
“Back up!” he heard Pebblefall hiss and the rest of the group hurried back to allow Pebblefall and Snowstar back out into the snow. Floodpaw gaped in disbelief. Had they been driven out so easily?! Then, he saw the genius in their plan. As they retreated, the city cats inside followed, leading them out where the other warriors could more easily attack them. 
A silver speckled tabby dashed out of the den and was tackled by Bogmist before she knew what was happening. A pale ginger she-cat with bengal spots lunged for Pebblefall only to have Fishpaw pounce on her from the other side. Snowstar arched her back in a hiss and a pale silver tabby tom, bleeding from a nasty claw wound above his eye, leapt to meet her. The tom looked just like Fogkit and Floodpaw realized suddenly that he must be Ghost.
Spitting furiously, Floodpaw darted in and grabbed Ghost’s back leg in his teeth. He gave a tug and Ghost stumbled, crying out. Snowstar took the opportunity to lunge for his neck but Ghost managed to roll out of the way. 
“What do we do?” a ginger tom cried from inside the den. More cats huddled behind him, reeking of fear scent. Floodpaw frowned. That wasn’t right.
“Get out of here!” Ghost barked, backing away from Floodpaw as he desperately tried to blink the blood from his right eye. Snowstar pursued him with a hiss but something unnerving twisted in Floodpaw’s gut.
“You will stay and fight!” shouted the ginger kittypet from across the way where he had Charredbranch pinned. “That’s an order!” Several kittypets had poured out of the den to join the fight. Pigeoncover and Tumblefang were trading back and forth between a black and white tom and a brown and white tabby she-cat. Fernpaw danced in circles, avoiding the swipes of two more kittypet rogues. 
Floodpaw immediately sprinted to his friend’s rescue. Snowstar would handle Ghost. Fernpaw needed him. 
He sprang at the bigger of the two, a scarred black smoke tabby tom and landed on his back. He clung for dear life, biting at the tom’s neck, but the kittypet rolled over and he wasn’t quick enough to avoid being crushed under the heavier cat’s weight. 
Still, he had drawn one of the cats off of Fernpaw who called out, “Thanks!” as he finally turned to attack his pursuer. 
Floodpaw rolled to his paws just in time. Right where he had been, the scarred kittypet slammed his paws down with enough force to crack Floodpaw’s sternum in half, he thought. Floodpaw darted to nip at his hind legs and followed the movement to circle the tom as he tried to round on Floodpaw. 
“Big-eared brat!” the rogue hissed, snapping for Floodpaw’s tail. Floodpaw squeaked but managed to leap out of the way just in time. 
A roar sounded on the hill, a dozen cats crying out. Eagle Group descended into the circle of trampled snow and crashed into the rogues. Russetfrond barreled into the tom Floodpaw was fighting and took him to the ground. Floodpaw panted heavily, glad that he’d been saved but unsure how to help now. 
He backed up to try and get a better look at the battlefield. The noise was suddenly overwhelming, a cacophony of yowling, writhing bodies. Now that the second wave had arrived, the Clans outnumbered the city cats more than two to one. All at once, the smell of blood became overwhelming. It wasn’t a tantalizing smell like prey blood. No, it was all wrong, like a sinister corruption of the taste. Floodpaw instinctively crouched low to the ground, trying to get his bearings against the tide of sensory information. 
“We need to go!” shrilled the silver speckled tabby, bleeding heavily from her shoulder. 
“Do not break rank!” bellowed the black and white kittypet, dodging blows from Tumblefang and Branchbark. 
“Kill the damn pests already!” hissed a voice behind Floodpaw and he twisted suddenly to see the ginger tabby kittypet bearing down on him. 
“Floodpaw, look out!” shouted Ospreymask as she heaved herself back onto her feet, a gash on her leg spraying blood over the snow. Floodpaw twisted to try and get out of the way but the kittypet slammed into him, pushing him onto his back in the snow. Floodpaw kicked with his hind legs, felt them connect with the soft flesh of the tom’s belly, and tried to dig his claws deep into it. Meanwhile, teeth snapped at his neck, grazed the skin, then made contact, tearing into the loose skin there. Floodpaw shrieked in pain. 
The tom’s head twisted suddenly, pulled off course by Ospreymask’s claws hooked into one of his eyes. The kittypet roared, spun around, and swiped at her. Floodpaw acted on instinct and lunged, grabbing the skin beneath the tom’s arm in his teeth. He pulled hard. Blood gushed over his face, hot and sour. 
Ospreymask slammed the tom face first into the snow, pulling him out of Floodpaw’s grip. He backed up and pressed a paw against the wound in his neck. 
“Floodpaw!” suddenly Goldenstar was beside him. “Are you alright?” He nodded silently, reeling.
He couldn’t look away from Ospreymask. Fury burning in her eyes, she rolled on top of the rogue, ignored his claws swiping at her face, and sank her teeth into his neck. Floodpaw had never seen such ferocity. The tom twisted his hind legs to strike at her. His claws tore at her belly, blood spattered the ground. She adjusted her grip on his neck and tore. 
Blood, more blood than Floodpaw had ever seen, spurted rhythmically from the kittypet’s neck and bathed the snow red. The tom gurgled and fell over, eyes staring blankly as he shuddered in the throes of death. 
Ospreymask looked at Floodpaw with an intense stare. “Are you alright?” Her whole chin and a good portion of her chest were drenched in blood.
“Uh, yeah-” he said, trying to meet her eyes, but he couldn’t help looking back at the kittypet - at his body.
“Sycamore!” screamed the kittypet she-cat. Suddenly she was tearing across the clearing towards Ospreymask. “You little bitch! I’ll tear you apart!” Robinswoop was behind the kittypet and hooked his claws into her tail, causing her to tumble into the snow. Then Ryestripe was on her, raining down blows. 
“Shit!” cursed Ghost. When he turned around to look, Snowstar swiped out and deepened the wound above his eye. Sparrowpaw leapt onto his back and sank his claws in, forcing him to refocus on the fight in front of him. 
“Sycamore’s dead!” cried the cat who had been fighting Fernpaw. “Retreat!” 
“Retreat!” chorused the street cats. There was a pause as everyone took a step back and the rogues started to flee. Some of the warriors cheered or spat insults at their backs. The brown tabby she-cat snarled furiously and lunged for Ospreymask again, but the black and white tom caught her by her scruff and pulled her back. 
“We have to go, Bella!” he snapped. Tears in her eyes, the she-cat looked at the horde of warriors hovering at the ready around them. They were the only two city cats left. Floodpaw watched the gravity of the situation sink in on her face. 
Backing up against the other kittypet, she glared at Ospreymask and said, “This isn’t over! You’ll pay for what you’ve done! All of you degenerates will pay!” 
“Yeah, yeah!” laughed Tumblefang.
“Beat it, flea bag!” jeered Fishpaw. 
Seething through gritted teeth, the kittypets turned and fled after their compatriots. 
“We are victorious!” shouted Flightstar and the crowd whooped and hollered in response. Cries of triumph went up throughout the group as cats turned to each other with wide smiles and bloody pelts. 
“Sparrowpaw!” Russetfrond barked above the noise, “Go fetch your father!”
“Yes, sir!” cried Sparrowpaw and he bounded over the hill the way they had come. Snowstar started moving among the cats, checking for serious injuries. Goldenstar rasped her tongue over Floodpaw’s neck, cleaning away the blood, and he suddenly came back to his body. 
“Are you alright, kid?” she asked, making eye contact with him. 
“Yeah,” he said, “I think. Is it bad?” He tried to look down at his wound. 
“It’s not that bad,” said Goldenstar, licking over his ears fondly. “We’ll get some cobwebs on it and you’ll be right as rain.” 
“Who got the kill?” shouted Tumblefang, moving through the crowd.
“Ospreymask!” said Robinswoop. A few cats called their congratulations and Ospreymask blushed, running her tongue over her dripping red muzzle. 
“As prophesied!” declared Snowstar with a dawning wonder. “Behold, the raptor that crushed the snake in its beak!” Floodpaw’s eyes widened. That had been a part of the prophecy? Cheers went up among the group. Branchbark appeared to try and lift Ospreymask onto his shoulders and the two of them laughed and began to wrestle. Floodpaw found himself staring at the body again, at the blood coagulating in the cavity she had made in its throat. That had been a person before but now it was just a stiff thing lying in the snow. Floodpaw couldn’t even remember its name. 
“Hey,” Goldenstar said, nudging him. “Maybe we should head back to camp, yeah?” 
“Oh,” he said, tearing his gaze away. “Yeah, maybe.” He looked back at the body. “Is it always so… scary?” 
Goldenstar laid her tail over his back and mumbled. “The first time is the hardest. It gets easier. But it’s a good reminder. Warriors try not to kill to win their battles.” 
“Because it’s scary like that?” he asked, looking back at her.
“And because the dead never get to see their loved ones again. You remember how much it hurt people when Nightfrost died, right?” He nodded. “When possible, you should try not to cause that much hurt. Nothing good ever comes from it.” 
“But we won,” he said. “We won because she killed him.” 
“We did,” Goldenstar said, lips pursed. “We probably could have won without killing anyone. But what happened happened. Sometimes you try your hardest and it still happens like that. We can’t change the past. We can only try and make a better future.” 
“Gotcha…” he said, swallowing as he looked at the bloodstained snow. 
“Floodpaw!” Oddstripe cried, rushing down the slope in front of Sparrowpaw. “Oh, StarClan, are you alright?” He reached them and took Floodpaw’s face in his paws to angle him this way and that. 
“The wound isn’t serious,” Goldenstar said reassuringly. “He fought well.” 
“They both did,” said Russetfrond, coming to join them. Sparrowpaw beamed at his brother but Floodpaw was too busy trying to break free. 
“Papa, stop! I’m fine!” he protested, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. 
“Oh, I was so worried about you, is-” Oddstripe stopped as he looked up and saw the body. “Oh- Stars above!” 
“It’s alright,” Goldenstar said, “He’s one of the rogues.” 
“There aren’t any other casualties,” said Coyotechaser, approaching, “but Pebblefall has a lot of wounds and Furrowleap can’t move his leg properly.” 
“And I should probably get my belly seen too,” said Ospreymask, stumbling over, leaning on Branchbark.
“Oh,” Oddstripe seemed suddenly overwhelmed. “Right, yes, let me look at your belly. If you could fetch Pebblefall…”
“Will do,” said Coyotechaser, moving away. 
Goldenstar reared up on her hind legs and called out, “Everyone who can should start heading back to RisingClan’s camp! Sagetooth and Tangletooth will be waiting to tend to your wounds and there’s a feast of fish waiting for all of you!” The war band cheered uproariously and began to meander back in the direction they had come. 
“Russetfrond,” Goldenstar said, dropping back to all four paws, “take the body over the Thunderpath please. Take whoever you need with you.”
“You got it,” he said, then looked at Branchbark. “Come on, you.” 
“Wh- me?!” protested the warrior. 
“Yes, you,” grumbled Russetfrond, “now hop to it. The faster we get this done the faster you can go back to doing whatever you wanted.” 
“Can I come?” Sparrowpaw asked. 
Russetfrond hummed then shrugged. “Alright. You can be our look out.” Sparrowpaw nodded seriously and moved with them as they went over to the body and began to drag it through the snow. 
Fernpaw appeared and butted heads with Floodpaw. “Was that awesome or what?!” he cried. 
“Yeah,” Floodpaw said, letting the other apprentice’s energy infect him. “You were amazing! When you were fighting those two cats at once-?!”
“Don’t forget when you saved me!” Fernpaw beamed. “I can’t believe you’re younger than I am!” 
“Yeah, well, I didn’t eat death berries and spend a moon in the healers’ den,” Floodpaw joked, swiping playfully at his ear. 
“Hey! I told you that in confidence!” Fernpaw laughed, looking around to see if anyone had heard. 
Floodpaw gave him another shove and said, “I’ll race you back to camp!” 
“Okay, readysetgo!”  Fernpaw blurted quickly and then tore off through the snow.
“Hey! No fair!” Floodpaw laughed and chased after him. Already, the shock of what he had seen was fading away, replaced by the sound of cheerful voices and the promise of a fish dinner with friends. The Clans had won, and he had helped! Thanks to tonight, their home was safe and he was eager to celebrate it.
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bogcreacher · 3 months
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no two snowflakes
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emeraldprophcomic · 8 months
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Ripplepaw's mom, Snowstar!
She's really just. The equivalent of a pacifist stoner mom and she's great.
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songstress-warriors · 3 months
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☆Leaders' Markings☆
In a great deal of Warriors fanon, the concept of leader's marks is explored. These mythical marks adorn the faces of leaders (of course) when they are accepted by StarClan. Some may choose to portray the marks in the shape of a star (of any number of points) on the forehead.
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In my canonical universe, these marks are individualized and change shape over time, sometimes to the point that they barely resemble stars. While the canon depictions of my leaders aren't finished yet, you can at least look at their marks.
Songstar
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Songstar (leader of PewterClan) has a very unusual mark. It has rounder edges than most and is quite frankly unrecognizable. It's still technically star-shaped but looks fairly like a group of leaves. As the most recent leader, her mark will take shape as she ages.
Burnetstar
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Burnetstar (leader of KestrelClan) has a mark in the shape of some downy feathers. They're not particularly flashy feathers, but she likes it better that way. As she continues to lead the clan, those feathers may take on a less ambiguous look.
Brazenstar
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Brazenstar (leader of ResinClan) has a mark in the shape of a copper or bronze blade of sorts. (Some may, of course, see the resemblance to a cross, but cats in my universe have no concept of Twoleg religion.) He is a fairly experienced leader, not having lived with Twolegs for over 24 Moons. As such, the sharpness and bold contrasts of his mark are worn with the utmost pride.
Snowstar
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Snowstar (the curmudgeonly leader of BuntingClan) is the oldest of the four and has a mark in the shape of a snowflake. It is deliberately asymmetrical, but the reasons for its being so are known only to StarClan (and myself.) When the season allows, Songstar accents this unique mark with the mature blue-grey fruits of the bayberry plant, adding to his refined demeanor.
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mirrorfangz · 11 months
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Two of my fave clangen cats Snowstar and Bleakpelt! They’re one of the founders of Dawnclan and they’re bffs. Dawnclan almost went extinct but they rebuilt it so I like to imagine that they’re very close after everything they’ve been through
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