#tangleburr

[fatal-rewrites-warriors]

bad mama and her three dubious children

#warriors #warrior cats #lizardstripe #deerfoot #tangleburr #warriors designs #shadowclan #rewrite designs #rewrite families #wc fanart

[junoswarriorcatsdesigns]

Tangleburr

#Tangleburr #Tanglepaw #Tanglekit #Warrior #Shadowclan #Yellowfang's Secret #Tigerclaw's Fury

[xxxfoxflowerxxx]

Tangleburr

Warrior cat designs

#warrior cats #warriors fanart #cats #shadowclan #tangleburr

[marmosetpaw]

#warrior cats #wc designs #tangleburr #shadowclan #outside clans #warrior #yellowfang's secret #tigerclaw's fury

[bonefall]

ShadowClan Patch Notes

For the big rewrite I’m doing. Here is a compilation of the biggest changes I’m doing to ShadowClan for the first arc. In particular, there are major changes to 1. Brokenstar, 2. ShadowClan culture and history, and 3. various background characters.

Timeline things are also slightly shuffled around, as well as some family tree rewrites to allow modern ShadowClan to be ‘cleaner‘ genetically.

I’m tentatively calling a story I would tell with these changes “Brokenstar’s Cataclysm,“ replacing Yellowfang’s Secret (which is a book I beef with)

Brokenstar Changes:

First of all, Brokenstar’s reign lasts MUCH longer. It’s several years, not six months, and he was deputy for a long time before that.

StarClan desperately tried to prevent him from being born. In fact, they’ve been stalling since SkyClan’s Exile by strictly controlling medicine cats, but his arrival was inevitable.

There were once five trees at ‘fourtrees‘, but after the exile, one fell over and cracked in half against the Highrock. It was an omen; his broken tail resembles it.

He even looks like a SkyClan warrior, actually. His back legs are huge, his paws are thick, he’s very good at climbing and was excellent at ambushing his opponents from above.

He did not kill Raggedstar nine times, and was his loyal deputy through a long-standing war with WindClan. It was started by Heatherstar long ago for full control of the Mothermouth moors.

Most importantly, he isn’t ‘born evil.‘ He was born angry. He has a short fuse and a ruthless sense of justice, his tyrannical mindset is given to him by the clans and is an extreme reflection of the clan’s battle culture, not an innate lack of morals.

Culture Changes:

WindClan abandoned the tunneler role because of this war; enlisting all of their skilled diggers as above-ground warriors and letting the peaceful tradition die in order to win.

Because of fury with this war, ShadowClan is willing to do whatever it takes to fight back.

The war has been going since before Yellowfang was even born; 

Brokenstar can’t remember a time they weren’t fighting.

ShadowClan often has to push into ThunderClan and even RiverClan territory when times get especially rough. 

Brokenstar has never seen another clan offer aid.

Honor is gradually eroded from both clans; the first code that ShadowClan becomes lax about is “a warrior does not need to kill to win their battles.“ The rest follow.

When Tallstar became leader, he decided to uphold Heatherstar’s legacy and keep the contested moorland in gracious “exchange” for aid.

Brokenstar has never seen another clan admit they were wrong.

ShadowClan becomes VERY divided on Brokenstar’s methods. He’s ruthless and rules with iron claws; but because of them, they won a war that lasted three generations.

Supporting Cast Changes:

Lizardstripe

No longer cartoonishly abusive. She’s harsh, mean, and has a sadistic sense of humor... but is greatly respected in her clan.

She really shouldn’t have been a parent though. She treats her kittens like warriors and expects the three of them to sort things out between themselves.

When she’s bored she tends to run ‘exercises,‘ which tend to be too harsh to be age-appropriate. Her kits are in the medicine den a lot for small injuries.

Sagewhisker prevents Yellowfang from arguing, overprotective of causing suspicion.

Lizardstripe is less of an ‘adoptive mother‘ to Brokenkit and more of a wet nurse. He’s allowed to join their exercises though... acclimating him to the idea of training kits early.

Mudfoot (previously Mudclaw; the only name changes I’m making are for repeat characters) was a really cool dude, but a very traditional mate who didn’t help Lizardstripe out a lot.

He dies of overworking himself in the middle of a leafbare, when there wasn’t enough food to go around.

This became a formative memory for Brokenpaw.

Raggedstar

Overly permissive just like in canon

His nine lives are tragically short, lost in battles, greencough outbreaks, and general starvation because of the war.

His last, weary act was going to be accepting Tallstar’s offer of aid to end the war he’d fought his whole life, giving WindClan the mothermouth moorland in the process

He was on his last life.

Brokenstar wouldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let that happen. If he did, then what was all that suffering even for?

Runningnose

Brokenstar’s close confidant, his most important supporter.

Runny has a KNACK for manipulation and rule-bending.

Appointed as medicine cat apprentice by Raggedstar at Brokenpaw’s insistence.

Yellowfang didn’t like it but when has Raggedstar ever listened to the woman who’s right all the time?

She knew she couldn’t just reject him entirely so she went for the pride by saying, “Fine but I’ll get to pick his medicine cat name and it’s not going to be nice.“

StarClan didn’t want to talk to Runningnose at first, but then he responded to that by being super OK with talking to Dark Forest warriors.

After that StarClan spoke to him a lot more, like they were jealous or something.

Runny and Broken are extremely close, always running their schemes by each other. The smarter things are usually Runny’s ideas. Brute force is Broken’s calling card.

Runny came up with a lot of dark warfare ideas. He’d cover the claws of warriors in deathberry juice before a battle, he braided thorns into long fur. BloodClan would have been impressed.

He would neeeeever leave ShadowClan without a proper leader... but Nightstar is so frail, imagine what would happen if there was some sort of... epidemic.

How lucky for them that Tigerclaw happened to be in the right place at the right time! Lucky, lucky, lucky.

Deerfoot and Tangleburr

Indicative of the two ‘halves‘ of ShadowClan politically speaking

Deerfoot is a rebel, Tangleburr is a loyalist.

Tangleburr follows Brokenstar into exile, reconciling with Deerfoot when she re-joins ShadowClan under Tigerstar.

Deerfoot is eventually executed at the Bonehill after being caught helping Mistyfoot and the apprentices escape. He refuses to rat out any of his accomplices.

Tangleburr is devastated by this, but eventually outlives her entire litter and survives well into OOTS

I plan to use her as a background elder and give her a few kittens so ShadowClan isn’t just... SnowbirdClan.

She comes to terms with the way she was mistreated in childhood, and makes an effort to be better to her own children.

Newtspeck, Littlecloud, Rowanclaw

Newtspeck is in a sort of Goldenflower arrangement with Brokenstar.

They aren’t lovers, but she admires him enough to ask him to surrogate her kittens.

The two kits, Littlekit and Rowankit, are made apprentices at 3 moons. She supports this, swept up by ShadowClan’s bloodlust.

Brownpaw and Wetfoot are not hers; they’re swapped into Darkflower’s litter, making them Cedarheart’s brothers.

Newtspeck is a supporter of Brokenstar who fights for him during the battle, but doesn’t follow him into exile.

Brokenstar and Runningnose don’t think much of the two kits, but after Littlecloud survives the rat sickness epidemic, Runny sees a lot of his father in him.

He took him as his apprentice with great fondness, amused at how smart and adorable the little guy is.

Littlecloud has a special interest in prophecies, StarClan, the warrior code, basically everything to do with clan culture. His mouth runs a million miles a minute. Runny likes how it fills up the silence.

Rowanclaw has a harder time finding his place, eventually taking out his complicated feelings through a rivalry with Tawnypelt.

#ShadowClan #Clan Culture #warrior cats #warrior cats au #wc au #Bonefall Rewrite #Rowanclaw #Newtspeck #Littlecloud #Runningnose #Brokenstar #Raggedstar #Yellowfang #Deerfoot #Tangleburr #Lizardstripe #Brokenstar's Cataclysm

[eggfeather]

tangleburr

#tangleburr #warrior #shadowclan #starclan #warriors #warrior cats

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Hello! One 🐈 please! No pressure :)

One 🐈 coming up! Let's see, we gooooot...

Blackwater! (Originally known as Darkwater)

A pure black molly with bright amber eyes, a nicked ear, a scar along her back left leg, and long, thick, glossy fur.

Blackwater is born a pretty famous couple, Tangleburr and Waterfern. Waterfern is Leopardstar's sister who managed to survive birth and thrive. She is a trans molly, transitioned in the middle of her apprenticeship. Tangleburr, Lizardstripe's daughter, was brought to Riverclan during Tigerclan times, and ended up falling in love with Riverclan's ways. She LOVES fish, she loves weaving with reeds, she loves the shell collections.

They, along with a few others, helped free the cats who'd been imprisoned. She has done some crappy things in the past, like being on Brokenstar's side for a while and fleeing Shadowclan with him and others, she feels horrible about it, and works to free the other cats in Riverclan.

Their first litter is Mintwhisker, the renamed Mintfur. Their second litter is Flykit, Whistlekit, and Blackkit. Blackkit was the only survivor, her brothers in that litter being stillborn. She was born during late Long Shadows, and is on the cusp of the Omen Generation. She is a relatively good hunter, specializing in deep water to grab muscles and clams. She has a good interest in cooking, and very romantic dreams of wooing a pretty molly.

Blackpaw was trained by Rainstorm and suffered terribly during the Drought. Her long black fur was NOT doing her any favors. Her new friend Cloudpaw at least had thinner fur and was almost pure white. She began having strange dreams afterwards, a pretty mottled gray molly was offering to teach her to be stronger. It would help her find a mate, like how Mintwhisker had a gorgeous mate in Icewing. She wasn't jealous of her older brother, she wanted to be like him...

She accepted, and was soon training in The Dark Forest under Mistfang. She didn't realize Hawkfrost's daughter Cloudpaw was here too. Blackpaw soon earn the name Blackwater under the new leader, Mistystar, and a while latter, after Russetfur's death, Cloudpaw earned her name too! She... Didn't like it as much.

Fun fact, in Bonefall's Clanmew, Blackwater's name is "Urrnhoeba", meaning Stormy, Abyssal Water. Fitting for a cat that dives into the deepest parts of the river.

Blackwater and Cloudsnap grew close, though Cloudsnap was getting really into her Dark Forest training... She was really starting to believe what Mapleshade had been telling her...

When The Great Battle came, Blackwater fought for the Clans, thankfully convincing Cloudsnap to join her. The two fighting off Dark Forest cats together, even managing to shatter one - an old spirit known as Raggedthorn (when I say old, I mean this guy came from the "Leadership is inherited, not for the deputy" era).

Later on, while trying to keep up with her career and process her trauma and grief, as both Tangleburr and Waterfern died during the Battle, Cloudsnap proposes to become mates with her. Finally, a win for this lesbian.

Then the Kin showed up, and Mintwhisker died. 🥲

Then she and Cloudsnap got exiled by Mistystar at the command of Bramblestar. How easily some could forget that Blackwater was technically half-Shadowclan.

It only gets better when Mistystar finally kicks the bucket. Though she and Cloudsnap aren't in on it, they can finally raise their family in some quiet, both taking care of 2 new kits in the nursery. No one knows who gave birth to them, but they both take time off to care for the babies, Poppykit and Sootykit. Riverclan can sort itself out without us.

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats rewrite #wcr #asks #original character #warriors ocs #blackwater #cloudsnap #hawkfrost #tangleburr #waterfern #waterkit #leopardstar #mistystar

[exocynraku]

[Resend] If your pride requests are open, can you do Tangleburr. I don't have any specific headcanons, so use whatever flags you want.

trans butch lesbian!

#tangleburr #pride icons #warrior cats #wc #ray art

[talonslockau]

Forest of Secrets - Chapter 10

Chapter 9 || Index || Chapter 11

Longtail immediately took the lead as soon as the patrol was out of camp, racing back towards where they had met Smudge. Mousefur, Dustleap and Mistspring ran side by side just behind him, leaving Fireheart and Cinderpaw to the rear of the patrol. “Do you think they’re expecting us?” The fluffy gray molly asked him, her fur already bushed out in excitement.

“I hope not.” Fireheart mewed, though privately he wondered if they were expecting their attacks to provoke a response from Thunderclan. While Thunderclan had no relations to the Twolegplace, except for perhaps him, he could see an arrogant cat like Brokentail thinking they were all fond of kittypets. Especially, he reflected, since the leader before Bluestar had left to become a kittypet himself, though he wasn’t sure if Brokentail was aware of that or not.

“Oooh, I hope we get the drop on them! I’ll show them some real Thunderclan fury!” The apprentice crowed, her blue eyes still sparkling with barely restrained alacrity. “They’ll never-”

“Keep it down back there! Do you want Brokentail to know we’re coming?” Dustleap snarled behind him. Cinderpaw closed her mouth but rolled her eyes at Fireheart, clearly only humoring the tabby. The ginger tom himself was tempted to only speak louder, but he knew that Tigerclaw’s son was right: if Brokentail didn’t yet know they were after him, surely they didn’t want to give away the advantage of surprise.

They traveled to the Twolegplace in silence, finally reaching his old garden once more. “This is where Brokentail attacked the kittypet.” Longtail murmured to the rest of them. “Do you think we’ll be able to track him from here?”

They all lifted their noses to the air, trying to catch a scent. Finally, Mistspring shook her head. “I don’t smell rogue or Shadowclan.” She replied to him quietly.

As Fireheart drew in another deep breath, he heard a slight cough and sputter from Mousefur. All of the cats turned to her in confusion. “Can’t you smell that?” The small brown molly growled, swiping at her nose with a sheathed paw furiously. “What is that disgusting stench? It’s worse than the Thunderpath!”

Fireheart hesitated, not sure what she meant. There were some familiar Twolegplace smells, but none that he would consider disgusting. He briefly wondered if it was his familiarity that was causing confusion, but from the looks on the other warriors’ faces, they didn’t know either. “Where is it coming from, Mousefur?” Longtail asked his sister urgently.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but dutifully tasted the air again. “This way.” The warrior mewed, nodding into the forest towards the Thunderpath. 

“That’s in our territory, then.” Dustleap growled. “We should investigate that first. If it’s a fox or badger, Tigerclaw will expect us to drive it out immediately.”

Though the former kittypet longed to dig his claws into Brokentail’s fur once more, he had to admit that the tabby was right. Something on their territory was more urgent than a distant threat off it. “Lead the way, Mousefur.” He mewed supportively, and she hesitantly took the lead once more with the rest of them right on her heels.

It wasn’t long before the rest of the patrol could smell it, too. “That’s no fox.” He choked out bitterly. It stank as badly as foxdung, or even worse, but it definitely smelled different from the one he had encountered as an apprentice.

“Nor a badger.” Mistspring chimed in. When Fireheart gave her a questioning look, she added, “One tried to make a den near the Windclan border when I was a new warrior. Both Clans worked together to drive it out then.”

They soon found the source: a mostly eaten-robin, a few maggots crawling around on it, on the edge of a clearing. “How long has this been here?” Cinderpaw wondered as she inched towards it curiously. 

Mistspring quickly held her apprentice back with a paw. “Be careful. Touching it could make you very sick.” She looked around for a moment, before bringing over a stick to carefully drag the rotten kill a little more into the open.

All the cats turned away, trying not to let the smell overwhelm them. Even in the cold air, it was still nearly unbearable. “What left this crowfood here? A kittypet?” Dustleap snarled as he backed away, his face scrunched up so much he almost looked like Brokentail. “Those wasteful little-”

“A kittypet would bring their trophy back to their garden.” Fireheart replied with a narrow glare at the tabby. “And bury it properly. No, I think this was left to send a message.”

Mousefur and Longtail began circling the crowfood, scenting at the air while trying not to catch a whiff of the crowfood. “Over here.” Mousefur mewed as she came to a halt on the far edge of the clearing. “Shadowclan scent.”

“Clawface.” Longtail mewed as he scented the ground. “We’re on the right track.” He glanced dismissively towards the crowfood. “Fireheart, Cinderpaw, why don’t you bury that while we follow the trail? We don’t want that stink attracting anything desperate.”

Fireheart’s lip curled into a snarl at being given an apprentice duty, but he nodded respectfully all the same. “Of course. Leave some markers so we can follow you.”

“And remind Brokentail whose territory this is.” Dustleap growled, dragging his claws down the bark of a nearby ash tree and leaving deep scratches to mark their territory. The four warriors bounded off, leaving Fireheart and Cinderpaw alone.

“We better get to it quickly.” He mewed to her, and found a suitable soft patch of soil to start digging into. Cinderpaw grabbed the stick her mentor had left behind, carefully dragging the crowfood over to the hole as soon as he was done and shoving it in. 

He had just begun covering it when he heard rustling in the bracken. Looking up, he saw Yellowfang and Dewpaw emerge from the bushes. Both were clutching sticks laden with cobwebs, and a loose moss bundle with still-colorful flowers and leaves inside. “I thought I heard something over here.” Yellowfang commented as she dropped what she was carrying. “Crowfood?” She asked as she scented the air.

“Clawface’s gift.” Fireheart confirmed as he dragged more earth over the crowfood. “Longtail and the others are on the trail.”

“They probably won’t have hunted too far from their new camp. I imagine they’ve already found them by now.” The old healer nodded for her apprentice to set her bundle down next to her. “We’ll set up here, then. Tell the others where to find us if they need us.”

“We will. Can you finish covering this for us?” Fireheart asked Dewpaw, who nodded quickly. “Make sure it’s well buried. We’re so close to the Twolegplace, I don’t want a dog finding it and digging it up.”

“Of course. Go on, but be safe. Both of you.” She touched noses with her sister, who was almost prancing in place in eagerness. Fireheart had barely turned around before Cinderpaw was already off, chasing after her mentor. The ginger tom gave an exasperated look over his shoulder to the healers before following her.

They found the rest of the patrol at a run-down section of Twolegplace fence. The roar of the Thunderpath was constant, drowning out any sound of their approach. Several pieces of wood from the fence had come off, and now were covered in dirt and moss, indicating they had been there a while. Through the gaps, he could see the Twoleg nest that this fence was supposed to protect. It was equally derelict, the windows hastily covered with some wood, while the door had come off its hinges entirely.

“No Twoleg has been here in seasons.” Fireheart hissed to the others. “They would never live in a place so run down.” 

“It’s the perfect cover.” Mousefur mused opposite him as she glanced through the gap they had all crowded around. “No warrior would go near it without reason, nor would any kittypet.”

“Fireheart. What can we expect inside?” Mistspring mewed softly to him, careful not to let her voice carry away on the wind and alert any cats lurking inside.

His fur prickled angrily for a moment. How was he supposed to know? He hadn’t been inside every Twoleg nest ever! Still, he forced it to flatten, knowing that the pale gray molly hadn’t meant anything by it. “I’m not sure. I’ve never seen the inside of an abandoned nest before.”

Dustleap snorted derisively, and he glared slightly at the tabby tom. “It might be empty, but there could still be furniture inside - that’s what Twolegs call their belongings. Most Twoleg furniture has room underneath it, or inside of it, so it’s easy to hide in, and those hiding places aren’t always immediately obvious. We should be prepared for them to jump out from anywhere.”

Even Longtail begrudgingly nodded in understanding at his words. “It doesn’t help that they’re former Shadowclan cats. Everyone knows they’re the most experienced in hiding in small nooks-”

“Psst!” Mousefur hissed at her brother, swiping with her tail for them to hide. They all flattened to the ground as best they could, trying to stay out of sight as they watched three large cats jump over the fence from another Twoleg nest. It was Stumpytail, Clawface, and a ginger tom nearly the same color as him that he didn’t recognize. Clawface was carrying a thrush, while the other two seemed to have returned empty-pawed.

The three toms trotted over to the empty door frame, seemingly unbothered as they were swallowed up by the yawning darkness inside. The patrol waited tensely for a few moments longer, but no cat left the nest as they watched.

“I didn’t recognize that orange cat.” Dustleap looked disdainfully towards Fireheart. “One of your kin?”

He was tempted to growl back in response, but instead shook his head in reply. “I’ve never seen him before. He didn’t look like a kittypet, either; he looked just as muscular as the rest of them.” The young tom mewed, his mind racing back through the battles he’d had with Shadowclan. Dustleap was right: He’d never seen a Shadowclan cat with such bright fur.

“It doesn’t matter. The mission stays the same.” Longtail growled lowly to all of them. “We drive them all out, no matter if there’s four or a dozen cats in there. And remember: these cats are kit-stealers and killers. They’re outside the warrior code now.”

With that ominous note, the thin tabby tom squeezed through the gap in the fence and began stalking through the weeds towards the nest, the patrol quickly filing in behind him. Fireheart’s blood roared in his ears as he followed. This was the moment of truth: there was no turning back now.

They bunched back up in the doorway, letting their eyes adjust to the darkness within. The state of the nest inside wasn’t any better: broken wood pieces littered the floor, which had been stained by seasons of rain and wind. What little furniture remained was barely holding together, although still recognizable. He recognized this area as similar to what his housefolk called the kitchen, where they had often prepared and sometimes eaten food. His own food bowl had been in the kitchen-

Longtail, Mistspring, and Mousefur stalked forward, cautiously investigating open cabinets for any lurking rogues. They checked carefully, and though Cinderpaw fidgeted impatiently beside him they all waited until each cat had gestured that the room was empty.

One of the doors out of the room was still closed, leaving only one option to move forward. The entire patrol huddled on each side of the door, waiting for a signal to enter from one of the older warriors. Just as Longtail nodded for them to move forward, their ears all perked as they heard meowing coming from beyond the doorway.

“When is Brokentail going to let us attack those fleabags, already? It’s so boring beating up these kittypet cowards! They never even fight back.” Fireheart didn’t recognize the voice, but he didn’t have to. Longtail immediately gestured for them to stay where they were, crouching and preparing to leap should the talker come into the kitchen.

“Patience, Ratscar. Brokentail has a plan. You have to trust in him.” His fur rose at the thought of the old Shadowclan tyrant plotting to attack them. His guess had been right, after all. He glanced over to Dustleap, whose orange eyes were ablaze in fury, though he still waited patiently for Longtail’s orders. “Why don’t you sate that thirst for blood with this thrush, hmm? Freshly caught from Thunderclan territory.” 

The voice was light, teasing, like two Clanmates bickering over the freshkill pile. His stomach churned at the thought, and his claws itched to show them a lesson. His muscles burned from how tense he was, but no still no one moved.

Several heartbeats passed before they heard the crunch of feathers and bones from the other room, Ratscar having evidently taken up his fellow rogue’s offer. Longtail met Fireheart’s eyes from across the doorway and nodded decisively. At once, all six cats burst out from where they were hiding. 

The room was covered in a ragged carpet, torn by both claws and the seasons. What little furniture might have once been in here was broken, though by what it was hard to say. It left a wide-open room with nowhere to hide for the rogues inside, who were gathered near one of the walls and clearly unprepared for the patrol as they charged in. 

Fireheart slammed into the cat he recognized as Stumpytail, knocking the breath out of him before he could howl an alarm. Despite the surprise, the tabby tom recovered almost immediately, lashing out at his attacker and barely missing the ginger warrior’s cheek.

He didn’t hesitate to leap forward, catching the tabby off balance and sending him crashing to the floor. Around them were the caterwauls and yowls of battle, no doubt alerting any rogue that hadn’t been in the room what was going on. He pinned his ears flat, doing his best to ignore the going-ons around him as he tore his claws into the former Shadowclanner’s belly.

Stumpytail flailed around for purchase beneath him. For a moment, he thought that perhaps the rogue might try and flee. Instead, he was caught off guard as the tabby found a foothold and lunged towards his throat. Fireheart barely avoided the snapping fangs, retaliating by sinking his own teeth into the other tom’s ear. He tore at it, feeling a satisfying ripping as he took out a chunk of the ear.

The rogue howled in pain, skittering away to shake his head as though it would get rid of the pain. Instead, it sent an arc of crimson droplets through the air, a couple landing on Fireheart’s pelt. “Maybe Brokentail will name you Stumpyear instead.” He spat the chunk of ear out, grinning triumphantly at the sight of the tom’s new half-ear. 

The former warrior roared in fury, leaping towards him with outstretched claws. Before the Thunderclanner could dodge out of the way, he watched in surprise and glee as Longtail slammed into the exile’s side. The two were immediately locked in a bitter turmoil, though he could see Stumpytail was already losing energy from the wounds Fireheart had already inflicted.

Just as he moved to help, he heard an anguished scream of pain. Snapping around, he caught sight of the new rogue, his lips curled in a snarl as he held Mistspring by the throat. 

“Mistspring!” He yowled as he watched helplessly. The bulky rogue met his eyes, showing his teeth in a vicious grin as the warrior struggled in his grasp before visibly crunching down. The pale molly instantly went limp.

 Fireheart looked on in horror. If he attacked now, the orange tom would only bite down harder, a death sentence if she was still alive. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cinderpaw leap away from where she had been backing up Dustleap fighting another rogue. Her blue eyes went wide, then narrowed furiously as she realized the danger her mentor was in. “Cinderpaw, wai-”

He watched her dart forward, wincing as he prepared to see the new rogue snap the pale warrior’s neck from the force of the young molly’s blow. To his surprise, she stopped just short of the rogue tom, before lashing out with a paw faster than his eyes could see. He didn’t know what had happened until the rogue dropped Mistspring, backing away as he pawed at his throat and gasped for air.

Had she hit the rogue in his throat? He recalled the lesson that he had learned moons ago, back when he was still an apprentice; when struck in the neck, a cat will instinctively withdraw. Cinderpaw must have used that instinct to make him drop her mentor, he realized slowly. He’d expected her to attack recklessly, but she had instead displayed a level of foresight in the heat of battle that he didn’t know she was capable of.

He rushed to the apprentice’s side as she stood over her mentor. “Is she alive?” He asked the dark gray molly as he leaned down to nose at Mistspring. He could see the bleeding puncture marks where the rogue had bitten into her throat.

“I- I don’t-” The shock seemed to catch up to Cinderpaw, and he looked up at her worriedly as she suddenly gasped. “She is! I just saw her breathe!” 

“Get her to Yellowfang. Now. I’ll cover you.” He took a defensive position in front of the two as he glared at Brokentail’s new rogue, who was beginning to recover from the throat punch. His eyes burned in rage as he looked past Fireheart to the two mollies, but the warrior didn’t give him a chance to formulate a plan before he charged, rearing up and lashing out with both paws at the orange tabby’s eyes.

The rogue tom ducked and barrelled into him, nearly lifting the Thunderclan warrior off the floor. Fireheart didn’t hesitate, instead taking the opportunity to land on the orange rogue’s back and begin to tear into his scruff. He flattened his ears to the howls of pain from his claws, taking it as encouragement to continue shredding the rogue’s fur. 

The bright tabby bucked beneath him, trying to throw him off, until at last he dropped into a roll that slammed Fireheart onto the floor. The Thunderclan warrior wheezed but forced himself to his feet, not daring to take his eyes off the new rogue for more than a moment.

They stared each other down as Fireheart struggled to catch his breath. The other tom seemed about to attack when he felt another cat press into his side. “Need help?” He heard Mousefur mew, sparing a glance over to see her giving him a wicked grin.

“Please!” He answered, Mousefur immediately dashing forward and lashing out at the rogue, while Fireheart darted around to the other side and leaped at his back. He had barely dragged his claws through the tabby’s thick orange pelt before the rogue tom fled, tail tucked between his legs.

“That’s one down.” He mewed, turning to see the rest of the battle. It was bitter, especially with Mistspring and Cinderpaw both gone, but they had caught the rogues by surprise and that alone seemed to have been enough to strike fear into their hearts. Longtail seemed to have already chased off Stumpytail and was now helping Dustleap wrestle with Spiderfoot and a patched molly he had seen fight for Shadowclan before. Ratscar was nowhere to be seen, apparently having fled in the earlier fight. Mousefur had leaped into battle with Clawface, and he was just about to join her when he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye.

His fur stood on end as he spied the familiar messy dark fur of the former Shadowclan tyrant sneaking through an adjacent room. Brokentail seemed to have already realized which way the fight was going, and chosen not to fight with his fellow code-breaking rogues. What a coward, Fireheart growled to himself as he abandoned the fight to hurtle after the rogue leader.

Brokentail spotted the ginger blur dart towards him and whirled around, his matted fur bristling furiously. “You! How dare you show your face again?” The exiled leader yowled, his dark eyes alight in fury. “You’ve taken my Clan from me, and now you think you can take my lives too?”

Fireheart snarled at him, letting his claws glint in the dim sunlight. “I’ll chase you however far I need to to make sure you never hurt another innocent cat again.” He spat, lunging for the tabby tom, but Brokentail stepped nimbly out of the way.

“We’ll see about that.” He thought the rogue leader would attack him, but instead he bolted away, leaving Fireheart to chase through the nest after him. Brokentail knew the nest better than he did, however, weaving his way through broken and mangled furniture as he sprinted for the front door. The Thunderclan warrior lagged behind, having to pick his way through the mess more carefully until the rogue leader was out of sight.

When he got to the front of the Twoleg nest, Fireheart was surprised to see the front door was still there and tightly shut. Surely the rogue hadn’t escaped through a solid door? Then he spied a dark tail tip disappear through one of the half-closed windows. The ginger warrior followed, leaping through the window fearlessly.

He grit his teeth as he found himself plunging through a rose bush, the dry thorns raking at his fur as he tumbled through the branches. He managed to land on his feet, shaking his fur out briefly before looking up to spot Brokentail bolting towards the Thunderpath.

“Not again!” He grunted to himself, forcing himself to race after the exile even as his wounds from the fight and fall began to sting bitterly. He wasn’t going to let Brokentail get away a second time! He had to answer for his crimes against the Clans, once and for all. The former Shadowclan leader looked over his shoulder at Fireheart as he darted across the Thunderpath, a mocking grin that said he knew he would be getting away from Fireheart once more.

And then the Monster hit him.

#talonslock #warrior cats #the prophecies begin #fanfic #thunderclan #fireheart #longtail #mistspring #mousefur #dustleap #cinderpaw #yellowfang #dewpaw #brokentail #stumpytail #ratscar #spiderfoot #clawface #tangleburr #jaggedtooth #talonslock story #forest of secrets

[clanslist]

#Tangleburr #Warrior Cats #ShadowClan #Rogue #wc #Rogues

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Misc Rewrite Character Fun Facts Part 1

1. Blackstar and his littermates are younger in this rewrite, having finished growing up under Brokenstar’s deputyship. This makes Blackstar’s susceptibility to being influenced by strong figures and being a Tigerstar Apologist make more sense (at least to me) because he has literally never known any better.

2. Onestar was named Onekit by his mother because she struggled a lot while conceiving, and he was her only kit who was successfully born. So she named him that as a form of celebration.

3. Similar to his prefix’s animal namesake, Pigeonflight isn't a particularly clever cat

4. Darkstripe and Graystripe have the same sire despite being from different litters and their mother Willowmoon not having a confirmed mate for the time she was pregnant. No one but Willowmoon knows who they are, but the one thing that is for relative certain is they were a kittypet

5. Magpiefur always was a bit cantankerous, but after his mate Featherfoot died, he became reclusive and hostile towards everyone except for his daughter Ashfoot.

6. Heronflight’s paralysis was caused by an adder bite they received while scouting Sunningrocks.

7. Ashfoot got her suffix for her deceased mother Featherfoot, as that suffix was common among Featherfoot’s family.

8. Cedarpelt and his brother Marshcloud never had any idea that they were half-clan, believing like the rest of the Clan that they were the kits of their mother and a loner (though it was a miracle that no one realized… Marsh and Cedar aren't RiverClan names).

9. Tangleburr was one of Brokenstar’s biggest supporters despite having bullied him severely as a kit, to the point of enthusiastically killing her own mother Lizardstripe alongside him on his orders.

10. Deerfoot feels like Brokenstar’s psychopathic personality is his and Tangleburr’s fault since they bullied him so badly in the past. He viewed the suffering Brokenstar caused to be his and ShadowClan’s rightful punishment for their actions and thus did nothing to try to help his clanmates during that time.

11. Blizzardwing was born almost completely black with only a little white but he developed vitiligo and is now entirely white. He began getting flecks of white in his pelt around apprentice age, which is when he was renamed to Blizzardpaw because the flecks looked like snowflakes in his fur

12. Similarly to his mate Lizardstripe, Mudfoot didn't want kits. He begrudgingly took to raising their kits after she refused to interact with them once they became apprentices. He cared for Brokentail the least, seeing him as not being his responsibility or even as his son at all.

13. Flintfang was so distraught by his nephew and apprentice Badgerpaw’s tragic death that he refused to ever take another apprentice again, even after Brokenstar was removed from power.

14. “Clawface” is just a nickname granted to Duskface by cats from other Clans (and even in his own) for his horrifically scared appearance as a result of fighting many battles.

15. Mosspaw was Fritillarycloud’s apprentice who she was extremely close to, almost to the point of being his mother. 

16. Cloudyspots’ constant cold-like symptoms are a combination of bad seasonal allergies and a very weak immune system

17. Brokenstar actually wanted to be a Medicine Cat when he was a kit

18. While Bouldercrush was forced to take a Warrior Name when he joined ShadowClan, he still predominantly goes by his old Coven name Boulder and most cats (even in the Clans) just call him that anyway.

19. While she was assigned to be Tawnypaw’s mentor, Willowmoon wasn't very kind to her, unable to see her as anything other than the near-lookalike kit of the cat that manipulated her eldest son to nearly kill her daughter and destroyed her family. She regrets this in the future but she dies before she can apologize to Tawnystar. 

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats rewrite #blackstar #onestar #pigeonflight #darkstripe #graystripe #willowmoon (willowpelt) #magpiefur (crowfur) #featherfoot (oc) #heronflight (oc) #ashfoot #cedarpelt #marshcloud #tangleburr #brokenstar #lizardstripe #deerfoot #blizzardwing #mudfoot #flintfang #badgerpaw (badgerfang) #duskface (clawface) #mosspaw #fritillarycloud (dawncloud) #cloudyspots (runningnose) #bouldercrush (boulder) #tawnystar (tawnypelt)

[fatal-rewrites-warriors]

Applefur's ex 👀

#warriors #warrior cats #my art #wc fanart #rewrite designs #warriors designs #tangleburr #shadowclan

[notwarriorswiki]

(from your cats in dark forest post) Who are Tangleburr and Deerfoot?

These two little assholes are from ShadowClan and served under Brokenstar's reign. Brother and sister who were the infamous ShadowClan leader's adoptive siblings, they had a pretty quick change of tune once he started rising in the ranks. They used to really bully Brokenstar when they were all little, alongside their littermate Runningnose. However, as they remained but warriors and Brokentail became Brokenstar, they bowed their heads and continued being sniveling assholes.

Brokenstar would've loved to just kill them in vengeance - after all he wasn't above throwing the lives away of kits, but he also needed warriors, and the way the two bowed to him and just about did every command he asked while practically quivering in their paws entertained him. He kept them alive purely for the joy he felt seeing them be small and picked on by him. Now he was the one with power, and he relished in that.

Now don't get me wrong, they're still little assholes. They genuinely care about their clan, but they take it a step further and focus on their strength and do some nasty things to keep themselves on top. They're rather slimy, dutifully killing, stealing, and what not all in the name of ShadowClan. This resulted in them ending up in the Dark Forest, as even under Tigerstar's reign they didn't exactly redeem themselves ever.

So now the brother and sister reside in the Dark Forest, however they stay far away from the rest of the cats. Brokenstar would happily kill them multiple times over for his amusement should he run into them, so they just live together in the darkness on their lonesome, bitching to each other here and there.

#tangleburr #deerfoot #warrior cats #art #dark forest

[rookflower]

If your requests are open, can you draw Tangleburr (I've asked for Runningnose already)

#tangleburr #warrior cats #warriors #shadowclan #someone needs to go near this cat with a brush #girl your fur is matted !!!

[cheerclaw]

Draw a Tangleburr for me pretty please :)

badger stinky lady

#warrior cats #wc designs #tangleburr #wc #queue #my art

[bonefall]

In light of looking at the warrior cats forums recently and seeing a lot of talk about which cats would win in fights based on their canon performances, I want to ask about... fighting skills in your rewrite. I feel like canon makes ThunderClan cats overpowered with them winning all of their battles, and I already know you have made some changes to at least one cat's level of fighting skills, with Deadfoot getting a buff with his leg gauntlet and now being on the same level as Leopardfur. So, who do you plan to be the strongest and weakest fighters? I would love if you included some more minor characters in Clans other than ThunderClan in "strongest fighters" here.

An opportunity to explain which of my Littlest Petshop figurines has the strongest smash abilities? Don't mind if I dooo

Absolutely don't worry about ThunderClan hogging all the strongest fighters, I disagree heavily with the general fandom consensus that TC is The Fighting Clan. It's a BATTLE CULTURE. They ALL fight. They all have to fight THUNDERCLAN too at points, it's not like TC is the sleeping giant of the forest you know?

General Ability

While I haven't made "stat charts" yet (though i am only one bored afternoon away from making one), I try to imagine my major characters (and plenty of supporting ones) as having specific strengths and weaknesses

Brief list of some of the "stats" I've considered

Battle Skill = NOT raw strength; how good they are at fighting period.

Hunting (General) = Overall ability to find food in all situations

Hunting (Specific) = RiverClan's canonical 'white water fishers' or Bonefall Tallpoppy's frog hunting talent

Diplomacy = Conflict deescalation skills and persuasion

Craftiness = Problem-solving skills and dexterity

One of the reasons my Clan Culture series has slowly started to bleed into the Bonefall Rewrite is exactly because "craftiness" makes a really good 'stat' when the imagined 'mass' of a given Clan starts to become too generic fighter/hunter heavy.

But a Deputy is chosen exactly because they excel in as many skills as possible. So you can safely assume that any time you are dealing with a deputy, you are getting ready for a miniboss fight.

Exceptions to the rule being, of course, when the deputy has been chosen for reasons unrelated to their actual skill. Onewhisker was an unfortunate example; nepotism picks also happen.

Some Amazing Fighters In No Particular Order

When I pick cats who are GREAT fighters I try to avoid just picking large, muscular cats like canon does. Sorreltail is HUGE like her dad Whitestorm, but she really doesn't have the same chops. I really like to consider actual fighting styles.

Deadfoot

Like other WindClan fighters, he's super fast. His gauntlet is actually more defensive than you'd guess. Getting a FULL bonk with it is cumbersome, but if it lands, it's devastating. To do it he has to rear up and bring it down with full speed so if his enemy is anticipating this, it leaves his belly wide open

Plus, that time he fought Leopardfur by the gorge, he was probably wearing his travel gauntlet (lightweight for comfort). Not the battle one. It was a very fair fight.

Jayfeather

His fighting style is distinctive and looks horrific to an observer. Because he's blind and fast-moving targets evade him, he has been trained to latch on. Like a dog. He gets a bite and grapples, only letting go to get a better position.

I think it's kinda fun to think that Deadfoot's grandson has an equally unique fighting style to his own.

Tangleburr

And there are a ton of great ShadowClan fighters, but Tangleburr LOVES to fight and gets in so many spats and brawls that she's just ferocious. I like to think her and Brokenstar used to playfight a lot as kids, when he wasn't hanging out with Runny.

Lizardstripe wasn't an ABUSIVE mother, but she did have a generally bad idea of what sorts of activities were developmentally appropriate. If the kids wanted to brawl she would happily tussle. She probably nicked an ear on accident at some point.

So, Tangle has had a lot of experience fighting cats who are larger than herself. Important skills, considering she's about the same size as Runningnose.

Leopardstar

Of course she's a very strong cat, but I also want to mention she kills Thistleclaw, because the patrol that he dies on is now the same one that kills Sunfish. She ripped his throat open in revenge and he drops like a sack of potatoes.

She also has a habit of dramatic entries in canon that I really like and want to work in more of-- that time in Dangerous Path where she drops off a cliffside and JUST barely misses Fireheart's neck, slicing his shoulder open like a dropped butcher knife? Marvelous. I love that for her

When Mistyfoot has to kill her later, she got a bit lucky, or maybe a little bit blessed. There was a large stone just poking above the water and Misty smashes Leopardstar's head against it. She might not have won if it wasn't for that stroke of fate.

Hawkfrost

Bonefall Hawkfrost is much thinner than his dad and brother. He's an excellent fighter because his WHOLE body moves, a sort of cat-ambidexterity. I really like that one scene in OotS where he's training a bunch of the DF trainees how to fight a crowd so I based his entire fighting style on it.

He can be grappling the cat in front of him, then twist his weight to throw them right at the next cat running up. Sneaking up on him never works as his back leg lashes out to strike you square in the face. He's like a war machine.

His drawback of course is that fine motor skills are beyond him. He couldn't weave a nest if his life depended on it.

There's others that I've picked to have a generally high Fighting Skill stat but hasn't really worked out their styles; Torear, Whitewater, Rosepetal, Thornclaw, Graystripe, Skyheart, Icewing, Mudclaw, Sedgewhisker, Marshwing, so on.

#Warrior Cats #Battle styles #Cat Stats #Bonefall Rewrite #Hawkfrost #Leopardstar #Tangleburr #Mistyfoot #Jayfeather #Deadfoot #I should make a Cat Stat series at some point it would be fun #Not until after I've gotten the other things out of the way tho