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arthenaa · 6 months

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nocturne (interlude) — mizu x f!reader

synopsis: it seems as if you've always managed to bump into your father's regular in untimely situations. it also can't be helped that you think he's absolutely handsome.

content: reader is a daughter of a medic and an apothecary, golden retriever x black cat trope, might contain historically inaccurate terms (not that well versed in the edo period or japanese culture. forgive me), mizu will be referred with he/him pronouns, mizu being emotionally constipated ig, slight mention of violence and gore, fluff, pre-relationship, meet cute, sfw.

a/n: heyaaa :D its been awhile since ive posteddd. considering this as a break from comms and sch!! ill try to be more active in posting as my xmas break is approaching hehe <33 current hyperfixation is mizu from blue eyed samurai. (I HIGHLY SUGGEST WATCHING IT !!!) enjoyy part 2!! (my love mine all mine)

You can still remember the first time you met him.

It was quite easy to recall the memory with ease. It was after all one of the nights where there weren't many customers fluttering about to avail your father's services in medicine due to idiotic accidents and miscalculated duels. You watched your father pull out herb after herb, vial after vial, stitch after stitch as more and more swordsmen of all ranks came in and out of the shop.

You were quite well-known around town as the daughter of the medic—often smiling and huffing about. Some say you were too naive to be comfortable and accommodating to your father's customers but others also claim you were elegant and a ray of sunshine due to your approachable and easygoing nature. None of that mattered anyway, not when the field of medicine was your only focus in life.

Your father doesn't like to call you his apprentice but you knew you were his. After all, with all the knowledge he's passed down unto you, you might as well run your own apothecary but alas, you still had much to learn.

It was also a quiet agreement among men that no one pays too much attention to the daughter of the skilled medic and apothecary. You suppose it's because of your father's standing and reputation that most men would rather cut off their arms than get on the bad side of one of the only medics who can actually do a decent job in life-threatening situations.

Which brings us to the current topic at hand.

It had been a cold winter that night. Your father had been busy making fresh medicine at the behest of a high lord in one of the rich provincial states up north. It was up to you to man the front and be alert in case any wanderers might walk in asking for help.

The harsh breeze of that winter night was your first cue. The doors had swung open which left you scrambling off your seat then a second later, a man with a lean stature stumbles his way through—arm clutching the side of his stomach.

Your breath hitches as he props himself against the wooden pillar. He looks up at you, blue eyes clear and intense that it left you speechless from where you stood.

"I-I," He gasps for air, eyebrows scrunching from the pain. "Help-I need—"

You wasted no time in aiding him as you took wide strides to his injured form, arms holding out to keep him steady as he began to wobble back and forth. You scream for your father, worried that the man before you would pass out at any moment.

Thankfully aware of the situation, your father prepares the receiving area. You look back at the injured patient with worry in your eyes as you further assess all sorts of damage on his figure.

However, you can't help but find yourself entranced by his clear blue eyes. Despite being on the brink of utter exhaustion, he has managed to keep himself awake perched up on your shoulder.

He locks eyes with you, blinking slowly, and just as you begin to get lost in those blue hues of his, his body begins to fall.

"Sir, wait—!"

Then he's out like a light.

The next time you met him had been purely coincidental.

After that night, the man left quietly like the leaves falling gently along the stream. He left quite a hefty sum of money on your father's desk and kept the bed clean at his departure. It's safe to say that your father was overjoyed by the payment.

Your father had sent you on an errand to town to gather some supplies from a supplier he trusts. He had been busy attending to patients and manning the counter to be the one to get the package himself.

"You have nothing better to do anyway, might as well be useful to your old dad," Your father scrunched his nose playfully as he placed a bag of money on your palms. "And if a man approaches you, remember to use that knife I gave you and make clean perforation at the jugular vein—"

You had stopped your father right there.

It didn't bother you that much and this also was an opportunity to get some leisure time. You did as you were told and saved a bit of money for window shopping.

Stumbling upon an artisan selling hair ornaments, your eyes immediately dart toward a golden hairpin with imitations of sakura leaves. Upon reaching out to inspect it, a hand collides with your own causing you to let out a gasp.

"Apologies—" Your eyes dart up to look at the stranger but is met instead with familiar blue eyes, this time under the disguise of orange tint sunglasses. "Oh! It's you."

The man furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Are you Mr. Gojo's—?"

"Daughter?" You perk up with a smile. You shift from heel to heel at the intensity of his gaze. Somehow, you're feeling quite nervous with this gentleman. "Yeah. I caught you that night."

"Ah," The man nods, awkward in his stance before turning back toward the array of ornaments in front of him. "Thank you."

"I-It was no problem," You stammered, hands smoothing out the fabric of your kimono. "It's what we do after all."

There's a hum of response coming from the man before silence ensues between the two of you. He had gotten back to analyzing other items that the vendor was offering and you could only stand there, discreetly watching his every move.

You didn't have the opportunity to take a good look at him besides his eyes that night. Your father seemed like he had recognized the man before you and ushered you out of the room before you could have the chance to offer help. Though, now, you could see that he had a proportionate height—a few inches taller than you but still tall nonetheless. His shoulders evoke confidence with every move of his body but his face talks of the mystery hidden under the guise of his kasa. He was pretty, yet... handsome. You've never come across a man who could embody both sides of the spectrum.

"Do you need something?" His voice had startled you out of your daydream causing your cheeks to flush. He raises his eyebrow with his ever-perpetual glare. You give him a sheepish smile.

"I've never gotten your name, sir." You purse your lips, tilting your head as he squints his eyes at your request.

"My name? Why?"

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water at his response. Why? What does he mean why? This man was truly cynical, you think.

"Well, I saved you, didn't I?"

"Correction. Your father did." The man deadpans. You giggle at his tone, eyes crinkling in amusement.

"Alright, no need to get so philosophical with me," You jest, trying to get him to lighten up to you. You take a step closer, trying to gauge his expressions as you give him a lighthearted smile. "Is getting to know people a crime now?"

The man sighs before looking at the array of hair ornaments to your right. He then grabs the hairpin you were looking at and tosses a bag of coins toward the vendor. He places it within your palms before adjusting his cloak. You flinch at the sudden gesture, unaware of his intentions.

"It's Mizu." He says before turning and leaving without further explanation. You stand, agape as the man further blends in with crowd with each step he takes away from you.

This man—No, Mizu, surely is interesting.

This next meeting was one you were thankful of.

Now, it wasn't as if your meetings were solely limited by chance. He became a regular after your father's incredible work on him. You watch him arrive usually at the end of every week, either looking to restock the medicine that your father gave him or get himself treated for an unwanted injury.

You tried interacting with him during his visits but Mizu always either cut the conversation short or grunted in annoyance. He never tried to entertain much of your whims and only left you grasping at straws for whatever possible chance of interaction he might give you.

Although, despite being cold towards you, he still has the heart to help you in mundane tasks whenever he encounters the chance. For instance, upon seeing you struggling with the basin, he immediately walked over and carried to where your father is with ease. He also grabbed your freshly bought basket of fruits and guarded you on your way back home. He even thumped the back of your head lightly with his hand on his way out while you were fixing up the front.

He was an enigma. A puzzle you desperately tried to solve but always failed.

The thought of his gentlemanly actions had always left your heart thumping faster and louder within the confines of your chest. Wanting to know him, get closer to him, see the corners of his lips upturned—anything to see a version of him only you can keep.

It also seems that your father is familiar with his master. You hear talks between them, asking about the well-being of a man named 'Master Eiji', the one whom Mizu calls his swordfather. You ought to know better than to eavesdrop but somehow your attention has always been led towards his very existence.

Your father had always been strict about you ever since you were but a wee girl. He had expressed the importance of having a fruitful marriage with someone who is of your deserving. He, after all, was in a true love marriage with your mother and was together for at least 25 years before your mother succumbed to her illness at the age of 45.

It also didn't help that you were deemed the sunlight of the town, often getting several interested looks from promising men. But all your suitors couldn't take the intensity of your father's expectations. It's safe to say that you won't be getting married for awhile.

"Just stay here, my daughter," Your father sighs as he serves you seconds of your favorite food. "Who the hell cares about marriage anyway."

You laugh, reaching out to pat your old man's hand. "It's going to look bad for you if you don't marry off your one and only daughter, y'know?"

"That's precisely why I don't want to do any of that," Your father grumbles, taking a sip of his soup. "Work here, eat, sleep, go have fun. That's what your mother would've wanted anyway."

You were grateful for your circumstances, yes, but you've always wanted to help out as much as you can for your dad. His reputation as a skilled medic can only take so much before others will come to expect more. So as long as you're in his care, you try to help out around his shop as much as you can.

Although you wonder if your father would allow him to—

Ah, forget it. Convincing your father was a lost cause.

Back to the current task at hand, your father had tasked you to gather some herbs from the forest near your humble abode as it is less taxing for your finances when you have easy access to one nearby. Gearing up for the coldness of winter, you stepped out of your house in pursuit of such herbs. With a hop on your step, you wish to finish your task sooner than later to prepare for a certain gentleman possibly visiting later at night.

The only you thing you didn't account for was the possible danger you'd be encountering.

"Listen, I-I don't want any trouble," You slowly backed away as a group of men began surrounding you. It was uncommon to encounter bandits around this area as this was situated near the town. You're not so sure as to what prompted this criminals to stage a robbery in broad daylight.

"Oh, c'mon little miss," One of the bandits chuckled. He twirled a knife in his hand as he approached you menacingly. "We just wanna know what you're up to."

Your breath speeds up as one of his companions playfully advanced with a jump in his step. You flinched back, heartbeat thumping as the crunch of leaves around you signified their slow advance towards your figure. You clutched the knife your father gave you within your hands, ready to use it in case one of them tries something.

Jugular vein. Neck. Neck. Vein. Keep it fast. Right side.

"Perhaps we could do something fun, darling? I'm sure you'd love it." Wide grins and loud laughter erupted from their lips.

Vein. Lethal point. Could head straight through the liver. Artery. Perforation.

Your head had begun to ramble, your father's words echoing within the depths of your mind. Just as you adjusted your grip on your knife and one of the bandits had began to finally get whatever they aimed for in the first place, a breeze of wind suddenly alerted you of a new presence.

You shut your eyes in fear as one of the men at the far back screamed.

"What the fuck?!" The leader bellowed as he watched his man crumple to the ground, holding what was left of his dismembered arm. The other bandits begin turning towards the new opponent, swords ready as they watched him step over their comrade.

You open your teary eyes, locking gazes with the familiar hues of blue hidden under orange tint. There's some sort of hardened glare as Mizu looked at you up and down, assessing your well-being within a matter of seconds.

"This is Takayama's jurisdiction," Mizu's deep voice bellowed as he placed his hand on the scabbard of his sword. "I suggest you leave."

The leader lets out a scoff as he widens his shoulders to appear more menacing to him. Mizu only looks at him under the guise of his kasa.

"You are outnumbered, samurai," The man smirks. It might've been intimidating with the number of men that surrounded Mizu but you were well aware of his prowess as a swordsman and completely had faith in his abilities. "Your talks of dominance do not affect me."

Mizu chuckles, one hand reaching up to push back his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"We'll see about that."

"Thank you," You smile widely, eyes crinkling as you grab his extended hand.

The bandits groaned in pain as they crumbled to the ground. Some have even passed out from the harsh hits that Mizu had inflicted. You watched him twirl and move with elegance, slicing and hitting with precise angles that left you in awe at his performance.

It took at most 15 minutes for him to finish all of them and another 3 minutes for you to pick your jaw off the floor and fix yourself up.

"It's no problem," Mizu nods at your gratitude. He holds your hand firm as you wobble back and forth to stay back in balance. "Although, I advise that you venture towards areas within the town vicinity. This area is bordering outside of Takayama, thus the bandits."

"Ah," You let out a soft laugh. "There were more herbs here. I thought it was safe."

Mizu doesn't reply back as he gazes at you from the comforts of his glasses. You flush at his stare, still not being able to handle its intensity. You look down to busy yourself with, staring at your conjoined hands before finally taking notice of a scratch on the side of his hand to his wrist.

"You're injured," You whispered as you pulled his hand close to yours. You hear Mizu's breath hitch as he stumbles slightly at the pull of your hand. You look up at him as he furrows his eyebrows.

"I-It's fine, it doesn't hurt." He tries to reason with you but your grip on his hand remains steady.

"You saved me so I'll repay you by treating this. Alright?" You give him your best smile and suddenly the samurai doesn't have the heart in him to say no. At the sound of his reluctant silence, you enthusiastically pull out your satchel filled with medicinal tools. It was handy that you always kept your tools with you no matter where you went.

You applied antiseptic, brushing it with a clean cloth along the wound. Whether Mizu felt the pain or not, he only remained as still as a rock while you worked.

"You're early today," You try to make conversation as you clean his wound up. Mizu stays silent for a few seconds before replying.

"I had free time," He says. "I... was also out of medicine so..."

You hum, nodding along his words as you make gentle strokes to ease the pain (if he ever felt it).

"If you ever need to go out like this again," He picks up the conversation making your heart skip a beat. There's a pause of silence before he continues. "Let me—If I'm there, let me know. You don't need to endanger yourself like this."

You let out a quiet laugh as you finally wrapped his wound with a white strip of cloth. You look at him with softened eyes, reveling in his slightly flushed cheeks and gaze dulled by sincerity. There's a pause of comfortable silence between the two of you, only lost in each other's gazes.

You slowly reach out, hands pausing as you communicate a request for consent. Mizu only gives you a small nod before you reach out to pull off his glasses. Those same beautiful blue orbs stare back at you as you revel in their gaze.

"You're more handsome like this," You whisper as you take a step closer to him. Snow gently falls around you, cascading in gentle flow as you breathe out puffs of air. Mizu tilts his head with an upturn of the corner of his lips.

There it is.

You flush in his gaze as he reaches up to brush a stray hair away from your face. "You're jesting," He says with a quiet tone.

Your gaze at him doesn't waver. "I'd say yes if you asked me to marry you."

Mizu let's out a chuckle, eyebrow raised at your bold response. "You are one dangerous lady, Y/N. Does your father know that?"

You roll your eyes at him. "How could he know when all he does is keep men away from me," You tilt your head playfully, "Although, I do wonder why he often keeps you close. Perhaps, he's found you to be worthy of a man."

Mizu laughs at your praises, shoulders shaking as the two of you stand close to one another, basking in the soft breeze of the winter sky. He lifts his hand up and flicks your forehead. You flinch back, holding your forehead in pain as you give him a glare.

"Ow?!" You frown as he looks at you with a smirk on his lips. "What a way to turn off a lady!"

"You're too adorable to be a lady," Mizu teases as he crosses his arms over his chest. He tilts his head as he looks at you with squinted eyes in thought. "Kind of like a.... puppy."

Your jaw drops at his comparison causing him to release a few chuckles. It wasn't fair that he was out here causing poor things to your heart and raised by a father who was direct and determined to achieve the things he wanted in life, you didn't allow yourself to back down.

With wide strides, you easily reach where he stands before standing on your toes and grabbing his face as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Wha-?!" His face flushes a deep red as he moves back holding his cheek. You flash him a cheeky grin as he looks at you with wide eyes.

"I'll be waiting for your proposal, Mizu," You giggle, swaying back and forth with your hands tucked behind you. You put on his glasses before leaning slightly forward with eyes squinted playfully. "Or shall I be the one to propose, hm? Seeing as your blushing from just a kiss on the cheek."

Mizu takes a few seconds before collecting himself. There's an unreadable look on his face before makes careful steps towards you. You watch him, curious as he stops in front of you—hand reaching out to pull his glasses off from your face. You expect him to start berating you for invading his space but what you received after was certainly something you never took into account.

He leans down and gingerly places a kiss on your lips. Your breath hitches as he presses himself close before pulling away all to fast. Your lips tingle as you watch him put on his glasses back with a smile.

"I'm no coward, Y/N," He adjusts your cloak as you remain speechless in front of him. "I don't make promises I can't keep."

And just as he enters, he walks off with quiet footsteps, leaving you grasping at whatever was left of your brain after what he just did. Your face flushes a deep red as your fingertips touches your lips with shaky movements.

Did this man just—

"Are you coming?!" He calls over from the dirt path back to your house. You stumble in your footing as you rush over to him.

"I-I'm coming!" You stammer as you gather your things and rushed towards him. He greets you with a smile and this time with his glasses tucked away. Blue hues greet your flushed form and suddenly an overwhelming realization washes over you.

Oh, I'm definitely not going to let this man go.

a/n: MY WIFE MIZU MY WIFEEE,,,,, planning to make a pt2 idk lemme guys know if u want one. will also fix my archive, tumblr's getting messy. NOT PROOFREAD but will fix if ever i do go back on this after my finals. HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS!

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rippleclan · 2 days

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RippleClan: Moon 44

Oilstripe’s whitecough and Mosskit’s greencough are gone, but Wildclaw catches greencough.

[Image ID: Mosskit and Oilstripe leave the medicine den in the back with the words - GREENCOUGH and - WHITECOUGH under them respectively. Wildclaw faces Fennelspot with the words + CONDITION: GREENCOUGH underneath her. Fennelspot says “StarClan, a whole season of disease…”]

It would have been nice if Fennelspot could end his day by saying “Ah, Oilstripe and Mosskit are symptom free, all I have to do is care for Burdockcreek and I can rest.” He even got Spike out of the den for a bit. But alas, StarClan had other plans for him.

“When the branches creak and the graves all quake,” Wildclaw sang at the top of her lungs as Rattlepelt led her into the medicine den, “spooks come out for a singing wake! Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize! Grim growling ghosts come out to socialize!” Wildclaw flung herself about as she sang, unbalanced. Her breathing was quick and her body shivered even as she seemed blissful in her odd dance. Fennelspot had been mixing some of Burdockcreek’s medicine into a small meal when the two mollies entered his den. He stopped mixing and stared at Wildclaw, quickly dreading the hours ahead.

“What is this?” Fennelspot groaned while Rattlepelt nudged Wildclaw toward a nest.

“I had to convince her she could help Rabbitjoy and I in a performance to get her out of her nest,” Rattlepelt said. “I think she has a fever.” Wildclaw sneezed mid-verse. Fennelspot stuck his nose in her ear.

“You’re right about that,” Fennelspot muttered. Wildclaw coughed and sputtered over her nest, spewing green gunk as she went. Fennelspot backed up. “StarClan, a whole season of disease… now Wildclaw has greencough too!”

“Can I help?” Rattlepelt gulped as Fennelspot hurried to his stores.

“Try to convince her to eat dandelion leaves,” Fennelspot huffed, pointing his tail to the small stock of dried leaves amidst his wide collection. “I’ll need to make more black cherry tea than I expected. This is a severe fever, use all the leaves. We will make do.”

“Fennelspot!” Oilstripe hurried into the den and bumped into Rattlepelt. Rattlepelt dropped the dandelion leaves. Her paw smashed the delicate dry herbs into fragments.

“Oilstripe!” Fennelspot groaned. “We needed that!”

“Stars, I’m sorry,” Oilstripe gulped, her gaze touching on Wildclaw. “It was for her, right? Let me help, I’m sorry.”

“No, please,” Fennelspot groaned, blocking Oilstripe from his stores. “You just recovered from whitecough, I don’t need you catching greencough.”

“Oilstripe!” Wildclaw loopily cheered, tail rising. “Oilstripe. Oil, Oil… I just want to say… you are, by far, one of the most interesting cats I have ever met. I’m so jealous of you! Why can’t I see ghosts?” She rolled onto her side with a dramatic groan.

“Thanks?” Oilstripe chuckled. “Wait, no, I came in for a reason. Fennelspot, you asked me to keep an eye out for Shadowdrop’s spirit.” Fennelspot’s ears perked up. Rattlepelt paused next to Wildclaw who, despite her fevered haze, latched onto her brother’s name.

“He’s here?” Fennelspot asked.

“He’s in StarClan,” Oilstripe said with a nod. “I saw him a few minutes ago, watching his kits.”

“It’s been over a moon since he died, why is this the first time you’re seeing him?” Fennelspot asked, moving closer to his friend.

“He wouldn’t talk to me,” Oilstripe huffed. “I saw him, he saw me, he walked into the nursery, and when I looked inside, he was gone and Troutkit started questioning me about the ‘weird look’ on my face.”

“Told you he’d get to StarClan,” Wildclaw grumbled as Rattlepelt groomed her neck.

“I thought you should be the one to let Downstar know,” Oilstripe explained, tensing a bit at the leader’s name. “She’s… never been happy to hear about my sight.” Fennelspot hesitated. He still needed to make his batch of black cherry tea and find a different treatment for Wildclaw’s fever. He didn’t have time to talk to Downstar. And yet…

“You both wanted to help me?” he sighed, padding to the bundle of black cherry bark he kept close by in recent moons. “Then Rattlepelt, would you brew more black cherry tea for Wildclaw and Burdockcreek? After you get Wildclaw into the quarantine den, that is. We have it for a reason.” Rattlepelt nudged Wildclaw to her paws, despite the sick molly’s whining. “Oilstripe, I need aspen bark for Wildclaw’s fever. There are aspen trees near WheatClan’s border. Harvest the bark and get back to camp quickly. Is your father in with Downstar?”

“He’s with Burdockcreek,” Oilstripe said, inching out of the den. “I think Downstar’s with Weedfoot though! I’ll be back soon!” With that, Oilstripe ran out of camp. Rattlepelt escorted Wildclaw to the quarantine den. Fennelspot groomed his chest and prepared to give Downstar the news.

[Image ID: Fennelspot talks to Downstar, who is flanked by the spirits of Duskkit and Shadowdrop. Under Downstar, it says LEVEL UP! ADVENTUROUS -> WISE. Downstar says “There is no ‘getting better’, Fennelspot. I will always be like this. I have to learn to live with it.”]

Sure enough, Weedfoot and Downstar were both in the leader’s den, working through recent border patrol reports. Downstar noticed Fennelspot’s arrival first and paused mid-sentence, catching Weedfoot’s attention as well.

“Hello, Fennelspot,” Weedfoot purred. “We’re finishing up our discussion here, would you be able to wait a moment?”

“I just have something I need to tell Downstar,” Fennelspot explained. “I didn’t want to wait longer than need be.”

“Is it important?” Downstar asked. Fennelspot nodded softly, his nerves tickling his gut. “Well, go ahead and share the news, Fennel.” Fennelspot cleared his throat.

“Shadowdrop has made it to StarClan,” Fennelspot said. “I… just received word.” Downstar and Weedfoot wouldn’t stop staring at Fennelspot. Part of him wanted to run away, but he waited as the weight of his announcement settled on Downstar’s bicolored fur.

“Six more lives to live,” Downstar muttered, “and I’ll see him again.” Weedfoot licked Downstar’s shoulder as the tortie leader bowed her head.

“I hope knowing he’s watching over you will help you get better,” Fennelspot said, bowing his head as well. Yet as he did so, the fur along his neck prickled. He looked up, and Downstar was glaring at him.

“Fennelspot, I need you to understand something,” Downstar grumbled. Weedfoot stepped back, feeling the raw energy rippling under Downstar’s fur. “I have been… I have not been my old self in almost two years. I can’t go back to being that molly no matter how much I learn. There is no ‘getting better’, Fennelspot. I will always be like this. I have to learn to live with it.”

“I’m sorry,” Fennelspot quickly stammered, “those were thoughtless words.”

“I’m not mad, Fennel,” Downstar groaned, shaking her head. “But… don’t treat what I have like you treat Burdockcreek’s greencough. It’s not something you can cure.” Fennelspot sunk into himself.

“Let’s get back to the border reports, Downstar,” Weedfoot muttered with a gentle touch to Downstar’s shoulder. Downstar nodded and Fennelspot carefully left the leader’s den.

The two of them could only do their best.

(Fennelspot: 101, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Wildclaw: 36, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Rattlepelt: 27, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Oilstripe: 48, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Weedfoot: 93, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Downstar: 103, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

Spike’s wound is no longer infected. She observes Clan dynamics with a knowing gaze.

[Image ID: Spike talks to Carnationspeckle, who says “Well, how do you want to spend your days?”. Underneath the brown tabby, it says LEVEL UP! SPIKE -> SPIKECRASH, - INFECTION. Lavenderpaw approaches, yowling “You’re staying?”. Underneath Lavenderpaw, it says LEVEL UP! BOLD -> PLAYFUL.]

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Spike still couldn’t move much of her lower back, and she still needed help to move anywhere beyond the reach of her nest, but she was at least out of that stuffy den for a while. The snow covering camp made her shiver. The view from camp toward the ocean was unmatched, even though part of the coastline was blocked by the camp walls. Spike never had such a good view of the glimmering water from her home with her mother.

In the deep shine of sunset, RippleClan was alive. Wildclaw sang through her fever as Rattlepelt led her to the quarantine den. Ripplepaw and Lavenderpaw sparred outside the apprentice’s den while Carnationspeckle enjoyed the sunset with Troutkit at her side. Mosskit and Tempestkit led their nervous sister out of the nursery to practice hunting stances. Parsley and James joked outside of the elder’s den about their old lives with humans, stories that sounded achingly familiar to Spike. In that moment, she felt more alive than she ever remembered feeling in that old shack with her mother and aunt.

“Someone looks happy!” Spike startled as Carnationspeckle suddenly appeared beside her. A bit of pain rippled down her back when her body shifted awkwardly in the snow, but she bit it down. She’d grown used to the stiffness and frustration of being unable to move without pain.

“What can I say?” Spike sighed. “This place… it’s nice. It’s peaceful.”

“Not a bad place to recover,” Carnationspeckle purred. Troutkit, who seemed to have doubled in size since Spike first met her, peered around her mother and studied Spike.

“Your back’s healing well,” Troutkit hummed. “I can’t smell the infection anymore.” Troutkit sniffed the stick supporting Spike’s broken spine.

“Fennelspot said my recovery is improving again,” Spike explained.

“I’m going to be a cleric when I’m apprenticed next moon,” Troutkit explained, hesitating between her words. “I’ll try to help you walk again.”

“Thank you, Troutkit.” Spike couldn’t help but purr at the way Troutkit stood a bit taller when she talked about helping. Troutkit hid behind her whiskers at the compliment.

“You’re really starting to fit into life in RippleClan,” Carnationspeckle chirped. “Have you thought about staying once you’re healed?” The few muscles Spike could move in her lower half tensed.

“I can’t,” Spike muttered, shaking her head before she could say something she regretted. “My mom needs me. She won’t do well on her own. I don’t know if my father has seen her since I left, she could be…” She stopped, remembering the presence of the young kit at Carnationspeckle’s side.

“But if you had the choice,” Carnationspeckle asked, tucking her paws under her, “would you want to stay?”

“What’s the point of daydreaming if I can’t stay here forever?” Spike groaned.

“What if you asked your mom if you could stay?” Troutkit suggested. She copied how her mother sat, casting insecure glances at Spike as she talked. “If she loves you, she’d want you to be happy. You can always visit her!”

“My mother isn’t like your mothers, Troutkit,” Spike sighed. “She… well, she’s sick. She has been for a long time. She doesn’t see the world like we do, and that can get her hurt. She needs someone to look after her.”

“But don’t you deserve to be happy?” Troutkit asked. “Wouldn’t she want you to be happy?” Spike laid her head in the snow. Her deep sigh collected around her in a soft fog. It felt selfish, but didn’t she say something similar to Cinderella moons back, when her family was whole and Cinderella felt guilty for speaking to her Clan cat friend when she could be hunting?

“If I were to join,” Spike said hesitantly, “would I take one of the roles you talk about so much? What would I do with myself?”

“Well, how do you want to spend your days?” Carnationspeckle asked. Spike thought about it for a few minutes, letting the happy chatter of the Clan calm her nerves.

“I’ve spent a lot of my life helping my mother battle her demons,” Spike eventually said, pushing herself up. “I think I’m better at that than I ever was helping Cinderella in the hunt. Isn’t Palepaw training to help others in that way?”

“She’s going to be the Clan’s first mediator,” Carnationspeckle purred.

“Then I’d feel less selfish if I was helping others,” Spike said with a bit more confidence.

“You’re staying?” Lavenderpaw scrambled away from his brother and bounded up to Spike and Carnationspeckle. “You’re joining RippleClan?”

“I think I am,” Spike purred. Lavenderpaw laughed, running and dancing around Spike. Carnationspeckle and Troutkit both giggled at Lavenderpaw’s antics.

“You should take a Clan name!” Lavenderpaw gasped. “Something like… Spikestrike! No, no, I have something better. Spikecrash!”

“That sounds so violent,” Carnationspeckle chuckled.

“It sounds powerful,” Lavenderpaw corrected her. “You should ask Downstar to name you Spikecrash!”

“Spikecrash…” the brown tabby hummed. “I like that name.”

(Spikecrash: 19, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

(Carnationspeckle: 46, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Troutkit: 5, female, kit, insecure, morbid curiosity)

(Lavenderpaw: 10, male, warrior apprentice, bold, loves to sing)

As Weedfoot leads a patrol with Clammask, Oilstripe, and Ripplepaw, an AshClan apprentice catches them by the border and begs to join RippleClan.

[Image ID: Weedfoot, Clammask, Oilstripe, and Ripplepaw face a silvery-pink apprentice with white spots and green eyes. Under her, it says NEW PLAYER: ELMPAW, 11, FEMALE, CHARISMATIC, CAREFUL LISTENER.]

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The patrol to find Daphne, Spikecrash’s mother, was shockingly uneventful. Weedfoot took Clammask, Oilstripe, and Ripplepaw out the morning after Spikecrash asked the Clan to inform her mother of her new life. It didn’t take long to find where she had once lived with her mother, although no cat matching Daphne’s brown description lived in the abandoned human den on the edge of a vast field of wheat. A passing barn cat told the patrol Daphne had been scooped up by the humans who lived beyond the wheat field, so Weedfoot asked them to pass on their message and directed the patrol back to RippleClan territory.

Of course, there was still plenty of time left for the patrol to check some of the other borders of the Clan. Sure, the weather was cold and the snow tickled, but there was an energy to the patrol that day that no one wanted to destroy.

“When it gets warmer,” Ripplepaw promised, “I want to show the cats in LynxClan how we turn ocean water into drinking water. They’ll be so envious of us!”

“Alright, we don’t want to brag all the time,” Oilstripe laughed, playfully nudging her apprentice. “Just tell me how it works. I want to see if you actually understand it.”

“I’ve never had a head for science, personally,” Clammask chuckled as she and Weedfoot walked behind the excited mentor/apprentice pair. “I’m glad I don’t have to teach any of my apprentices how plants grow or how the stars move.”

“That’s why you’re a caretaker and we’re historians,” Weedfoot purred into Clammask’s ear. “Don’t tell Ripplepaw I’ve said this, or she’ll tell her brothers and make them jealous, but I’m rather proud the kit I named after this Clan is the one who decided to be a historian like me.”

“Do you think your kits have lived up to their namesakes so far?”

“I can’t help but see a more mature version of the first Wasppaw in my son. The other three are quite different from the cats I knew though.”

“I could only imagine how Puddlespeckle might have felt about Puddlepaw. It would have been funny to see.” Weedfoot laughed alongside Clammask as Ripplepaw finished her surprise quiz.

“Ah, and here’s the AshClan border,” Oilstripe purred as the patrol approached the ever-familiar territory they once fought against. “If we fought AshClan back in the day with the size of our Clan now, we would have had a much easier time beating them.”

“I think another border patrol already beat us here,” Ripplepaw pointed out, scenting the air. “Our scent is fresh.”

“That just means less for us to do,” Weedfoo purred, stretching her hind legs. “It’s been wonderful walking with all of you, but I think we should head home and curl up around a fire before our paws get too cold.”

“Deputy Weedfoot?” A soft voice danced over the AshClan border. Everyone’s ears stood tall. Weedfoot took the lead and scanned AshClan’s heavy trees,

“Show yourself, please,” Weedfoot huffed at nothing. A chunk of snow fell from the trees. A long-furred, silvery molly jumped from the upper branches and landed squarely in front of Weedfoot. Oilstripe and Clammask took defensive poses beside their deputy. The newcomer shook loose snow off her thick pelt. She locked eyes with Weedfoot and bowed low and long in a way only an AshClan cat ever would.

“Deputy Weedfoot,” the young molly gulped, head still low, “do you know who I am?” It was hard for Weedfoot not to know. She shared her father’s smokey fur.

“Elmpaw, am I right?” Ripplepaw chirped. “You’re one of the caretaker apprentices in AshClan.”

“And Eelgrowl’s daughter,” Weedfoot said quietly. Oilstripe moved closer to Weedfoot at the mention of the tom’s name. Ripplepaw shifted back, her cheerful expression slightly strained.

“He’s Eelstar now, ma’am,” Elmpaw explained, daring to look up.

“Autumnstar’s dead?” Clammask snapped.

“For two days now, ma’am,” Elmpaw muttered.

Weedfoot couldn’t get over Elmpaw’s news. Eelstar? The tom who murdered Weedfoot’s mate had finally become leader of AshClan? Weedfoot had prayed he would retire or pass on before Autumnstar. But now… what was Weedfoot supposed to do about him? How could she ever hope to work with him when he…

“Where’s your mentor?” Oilstripe asked.

“I snuck away,” Elmpaw said. She gave herself a few good licks, smoothing out her fluffy fur, and said in as respectful a voice as she could muster, “Deputy Weedfoot, I’ve grown up with stories of RippleClan’s open acceptance of loners and kittypets and all sorts of cats. I ask that you allow me sanctuary in RippleClan. I cannot live under Father’s leadership, ma’am. I’ll be a great caretaker for RippleClan, so please… take me back to your camp.” Weedfoot kept staring. She still hadn’t fully processed Eelstar’s ascension.

“You want to leave your Clan when your father has just become leader?” Clammask huffed. “Why would you do that? Knowing your Clan’s culture, you’d be in a position of honor.”

“I don’t want a position of honor, ma’am,” Elmpaw groaned. “I don’t want all the expectations that come with being the leader’s daughter! I’m not a leaderly molly. I could barely handle the responsibilities of being a deputy’s daughter.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Clammask sighed, “but I don’t think we can in good conscience take an apprentice—”

“You can finish your training under Downstar,” Weedfoot finally said. She walked to the edge of the border and touched noses with Elmpaw. “I’m certain she’ll agree to let you join us. If you don’t want to live in AshClan’s culture, RippleClan is a safe place for you.” Elmpaw purred deeply. Her green eyes glittered in the shimmer of sunhigh. She pounced over the border and bowed once more to Weedfoot.

“We don’t bow in RippleClan, to start,” Oilstripe laughed. Elmpaw quickly stood, brushing off her AshClan manners with a strained chuckle.

“Weedfoot…” Clammask muttered, but this time, Ripplepaw interrupted her.

“We need to start our relationship with Eelstar on the right paw and show him he can’t do what Autumnstar used to do,” Ripplepaw declared, rubbing against Elmpaw. “What better way to do that than by stealing his daughter right under his nose?”

“What better way indeed,” Weedfoot muttered.

I hope you’d approve of this, Paleshade.

(Weedfoot: 93, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Ripplepaw: 10, female, historian apprentice, charismatic, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

(Oilstripe: 48, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Clammask: 38, female, caretaker, righteous, lore master, good teacher)

(Elmpaw: 11, female, caretaker apprentice, charismatic, careful listener)

#warrior cats #clangen #rippleclan #warriors #rippleclan story #downstar #oilstripe #weedfoot #fennelspot #elmpaw #wildclaw #rattlepelt #troutkit #carnationspeckle #spike #spikecrash #clammask #ripplepaw #lavenderpaw

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writingseaslugs · 1 year

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Heartslabyul: Injured Reader

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Injured Reader Headcanons

Riddle Rosehearts

Growing up in the household that he did, Riddle is very well versed in how to treat someone when they get injured. Normally he’s the one helping out the others in his dorm when they are hurt. Even if he scolds them, it’s still apparent that he cares about their health. This translates to be very worried when it comes to someone he considers a friend. He will admit that he has a soft spot for a few people, and when he sees them get injured he feels his heart in his throat.

Whenever he sees you get hurt, his shock slowly transforms into worry. He normally covers it up with annoyance, scolding you to be more careful in the future. Especially when it’s over something absolutely stupid. That time you were trying to chase down a stray cat on campus and ended up running head first into a brick wall? He thought it was absolutely ridiculous, but was still worried.

His first instinct is to make sure you can at least walk, once that’s confirmed he’ll be taking you right to the nurse’s office. It doesn’t matter if they’re there or not, chances are he wouldn’t be letting them touch you. It’s a simple injury, so he can just treat it for you. Gives him time to give you a run down as to why you shouldn’t just chase random creatures and be aware of your surroundings.

Trey Clover

As the eldest brother, Trey is well versed in taking care of injuries. It’s just a natural part of being a sibling, honestly. Kids get hurt all the time and it’s typically nothing serious. Telling someone it’s okay, getting a plaster for them, and informing them to be more careful is just part of his process of taking care of another. He normally gets a few injuries himself since he enjoys baking, so he has a pretty good handle on things.

When Trey realizes that you managed to slice off a good chunk of your finger, he’s immediately going over with a towel and wrapping it around your finger to stop the bleeding. He feels a bit anxious about how bad the cut really is, but he’ll be telling you it’s fine and you just need to go ahead and clean it then wrap it up. He will be making a mental note of teaching you proper knife techniques and maybe letting you stick to stirring for a while.

Depending on when you get injured and how serious it is, he’ll be bringing you to the nurse or his room. The nurse is reserved for really bad injuries, while his room is where he keeps a simple first aid kit that he can treat you with. He’ll just have you sitting on his bed while he runs around and grabs what he needs before taking care of you. If you joke that he should kiss it better, he might actually do it out of habit with his siblings before realizing what he did.

Cater Diamond

Cater is pretty careful most of the time and doesn’t get too many injuries. As a kid he was also the one normally getting taken care of whenever he got injured, so he doesn’t have the most experience taking care of others. He knows the basics through classes and dealing with his own, but if it’s serious then he’s going to be mildly freaking out and seeking out Riddle for assistance.

You two had been out and about while he occasionally took photos of the school grounds on his phone. He actually managed to catch the moment that you tripped over a rock and fell face first. He is shocked before running and checking on you, bending down so he can see how serious it is. He’s concerned and anxious over the fact that you could just… do that. Not to mention your knees and chin had some bad looking scraps on them.

He’s taking you straight to the nurse’s office, or looking for Riddle. He will pick you up if need be and carry you on his back while he makes his way. Laughter is the best medicine, so if you’re pretty beaten up, he’ll be trying to cheer you up and make you laugh to help numb the pain. Once he finds who he’s looking for, he’ll stay by your side the entire time and offer to take you back to your dorm so you can’t get hurt again.

Ace Trappola

Ace gets injured literally all the time. He just doesn’t really give a damn about being careful, and he also had some pretty bad luck some times. Paper cuts are his worst enemy since he gets those on the daily when he flips through his textbook in class, pretending like he’s reading. Deuce says it’s karma for never listening to class. Sadly, he’s pretty lazy when it comes to getting injured and if he gets a cut on his finger, he’ll just stick it in his mouth.

When he sees you get injured, he’s probably going to be laughing at you…maybe even doing the old point and laugh depending on what kind of injury it is. Stubbed your toe? He’s going to be cracking up at your pained groan. He’s a bit of an asshole, but you already knew this when you became friends with him. Still, if it looks serious, he might actually be concerned and offer to take you to the nurse’s office. If it’s a simple injury though, don’t count on it.

When you get something like a paper cut then Ace just might just pop your finger in his mouth like he does for himself and then look at you like, “There, it’s all better.” If you manage to twist your ankle and can barely walk, he’ll offer to carry you, but tease you relentlessly on your way to the nurse’s office. Still, at least he cares a little bit.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is pretty used to getting injured since he used to always get into fights. Sure his mom would normally help him, but he always felt bad and started to learn to take care of his own injuries. He never really had to take care of anyone else though, so when someone he knows gets injured he’s just going to do what he normally does to himself. Most of it is “on-field” medicine though, so if it’s something serious, then you need to speak up that you need something better.

When Deuce watched someone crash into you on their broom, and how you crumbled to the ground with a painful groan, he is immediately going mother hen mode. Probably telling whoever crashed into you to get Vargas or even the nurse while he checks you for injuries. He is honestly so anxious looking you over since he has had broken bones in the past and they’re an actual nightmare to deal with.

You’re going to be carried away by Deuce no matter what you say. He’s concerned about you and will drag you away. Depending on the type of injury, he probably will just take you back to Ramshackle and place you on the bathroom counter while he grabs the first aid kit. He will tease you a bit once he knows you’re fine though…just don’t kick him while you’re up there. He’s just going to be relieved that you’re alright.

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luvtak · 1 year

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What Loving NCTs 2000 Line Feels Like:

Renjun: Autumn afternoons where everything is foggy and dark, but the heater is warming you from the inside. A soft secondhand sweater that is three sizes too big, but feels like the perfect size. Doodling stars and hearts on each other’s skin. A new pair of dress shoes that slightly hurt, but make you feel beautiful. Walking through an art museum and feeling like you’ve known these paintings before. Hands on your face pulling a smile from your lips. Cinnamon filled French toast covered in butter and powdered sugar, you’re already full, but you can’t get enough. Old journals filled with words of your younger self, you simultaneously know everything and nothing about this past person. Soft hands, freezing your warm ones, but nothing has felt more right.

Jeno: The midnight after your birthday, it’s not your day anymore, but you hold on until you fall asleep for it to be over. Laying in bed at night, the only light coming from your favorite movie playing on the TV. Hands in your hair twisting and untwisting till it’s a knotted mess. Hearing the same story and laughing at all the same parts—even though you know what comes you still gasp. Strangers smiling at you on the street, they don’t know you, but they’re happy to see you. Strong arms wrapped all the way around your body, so tight around your belly you can’t breathe. Cookies right out of the oven. Shared smiles every time you walk in the room.

Haechan: laying in the sun on the hottest day of the year, like two sleepy kittens. Day old brownies that are still so sweet. The same joke told over and over again until it’s no longer funny, but you still can’t help but laugh. Stickers piling up on your water bottle. Counting moles and freckles until numbers don’t even seem real. Layers and layers of blankets piled so high that you’re sweating. Crusty eyes and sleepy giggles at one in the morning. Your favorite song playing at a restaurant. Crocheting hats and scarves and sweaters so that every inch of him is covered in your love. Stevie Wonder songs on the radio. The sun coming out after a storm.

Jaemin: PB&Js on toasted bread. Ring pop proposals and arcade dates. Telling jokes to stop your tears. Sitting in your childhood backyard, you know every tree and every flower. Waking up to coffee brewing. Every love song suddenly makes sense. Listening to Taylor Swift in the car, yelling out every verse like a confession. Bubble baths that are so hot you have to keep getting out to cool off. Ordering mickey mouse pancakes as a grown up. Freezer burned ice cream, not the best but its your favorite flavor. Snow angels in the middle of the night. Butterfly kisses: eyelash to eyelash, it tickles in the fondest way. Homemade meals every day, always made with love.

Yangyang: Midnight drives to McDonalds. Sweatshirts covered it cat hair that never comes off (no matter how hard you try). The minute the cold medicine kicks in. the biggest smile you’ve ever seen shining down at you. Mac Miller songs on rainy days. Dirty jokes so terrible you can’t help but laugh. Peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream. Personalized playlists for every mood. Doing each other’s makeup and giggling at how close your faces are. Pillow forts and rom coms. Sitting around a campfire with your closest friends. At-home haircuts at three in the morning. The theme song of your favorite show. Eating your favorite meal warm and comfy in your bed. Tears streaming from laughing too hard.

Shotaro: Strawberry shortcake flavored kisses. Running through a meadow like a child. Campfire songs sung terribly but with feeling. Spinning around so fast you feel like you’re flying. Spring days just warm enough you don’t have to wear a coat, but need arms wrapped around you tight. Long summer days bleeding together. Old One Direction playlists filling up the car. Giggles right in your ear. Hands fixing your clothes. Blowing out birthday candles. Dancing on the carpet in your socks. Making homemade ice cream on a hot day. Kisses pressed gently in your hair. Your favorite movie playing on a Sunday afternoon. Bodies so close you can feel his laughter. Sunset after a great day.

a/n this is my first try so no one laugh at me… also please ignore the run on sentences 🫶🏻 i tried to make this super gender neutral but if anything needs to be changed, let me know!! 🫶🏻

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#okay i rlly hope this is good and you like it!!#this was my outlet for biasing every 2000 liner :/#nct x reader #renjun x reader #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin x reader #yangyang x reader #shotaro x reader #nct fluff #wayv #nct dream #nct #my fics ؘ ☆༄

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doberbutts · 10 months

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Hey there! Before I begin, I totally understand if you aren't comfortable with answering questions about this. Feel free to delete this ask.

Would you mind describing the treatment of animals you saw when you were in Mennonite communities? I've heard Amish and Mennonite communities treat them more like tools than living creatures.....

Yes, Mennonites and Amish largely treat their animals as tools and a means to an end rather than like living creatures deserving of their own respect. Understand that this is very much hard-coded into the religion and culture itself, so it is a difficult mindset to combat. Even Mennonite-adjacent communities often treat their animals in a similar manner, even if they say that they don't like that type of ownership, because of the same.

In the Christian Bible, there are a lot of verses about man having dominion over the earth and nature existing to do two things: worship God and serve Man. And Anabaptists in general believe that the best way to worship God is through hard manual physical labor and rejecting any and all paths that make this labor easy. It's why the Amish don't do electricity, for a rather extreme example, but it's also why many of these communities seem addicted to the ideals of "work" and "discipline" being the way to a Godly life.

So... if animals exist to serve Man and worship God, and the best way to worship God is through hard manual labor and rigid discipline (read: punishment) for anyone who steps out of line, it follows suit that the animals are not treated particularly kindly.

Don't get me wrong. These communities are also filled with horrific human rights violations. From child labor to forced marriage and impregnation to abandonment of the elderly and disabled to rampant domestic and sexual abuse to denial of education and medicine... this is not just an animal problem. I know I'm running an animal blog, but it's really important that if I talk about the way they treat their animals, I also have to talk about the way they treat the women, the children, the elderly, the disabled, and anyone who dares think outside of their strict rules. The care for the animals is just a symptom of the same problem.

It is my experience that the Amish are worse about it than the Mennonites, but they are also sort of cut from the same cloth so various communities of either can really vary widely. Animals are expendable. They serve their purpose and then they die and the owners get a new one. Dogs, cats, horses, livestock, doesn't matter. Most of these animals are not pets and, even if they are, they are not pets in the same way that my dogs are pets. If they get sick, letting them die or killing them outright is usually the path taken instead of medicine. If medicine is used, it's what can be purchased from a trip to the local farm store, not actual doctors and prescriptions.

Unfortunately, pretty much every attempt to fix this problem has been met with "it's my religion" and thus it continues to be an issue. Again, I have to stress, this is a religious problem, there are very specific verses they are using to justify this. It also does not help that their religion teaches that "the world" (anyone outside of their local church community) will try to lead them astray by telling them their religion and religious practices are morally wrong, and so pretty much any "hey maybe don't work the horses on the plow until they literally fall over dead" or "hey maybe breeding hundreds of dogs per year with no vet care or oversight is not the nicest way to do this" is met with "THE DEVIL is trying to tell me THE WAY I SERVE GOD is WRONG, clearly this is an attack directly on my soul" and not like. "Maybe you are right and I should be nicer to my animals and not work them to death and provide vet care when they're sick and injured"

This is why I call both Amish and Mennonites cultists. You have to have experienced the religion and culture firsthand to understand how this all hooks together. It's not so simple as just improving the law because these communities believe they are not bound by the law in the first place.

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I know its not gonna happen but i hope moonpaw becomes a med cat because of leafpool, like she hears about this cat the literally dedicated her life to being a medicine cat, liked doing and was GOOD at it and even got her suffix for being the one to discover their new homes way of communicating with starclan their literal gods and thought she was so cool, its the only way to make up for yet again another thunderclan pov

And also leafpool needs more fans in-verse, leafpool should be allowed to have followers in the clans actually why was she not worshipped ill never know

THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!! it actually kind of kills me that like. the authors are almost afraid of cats receiving certain benefits. the journey cats being treated with a little more honor and reverence, cats whispering about them at the gathering. leafpool especially!! she literally found their new connection to starclan!! she would be part of the apprentice curriculum, could you imagine a scene where mothwing with this deep wistful look and a fond tone tells frostpaw about the brave she-cat who found the moonpool?

it would be so nice if the books cared about leafpool more, her death leaving this hole in thunderclan that newer generations don't understand why it's there but can still feel. aaaggghhh!!!

#changing skies spoilers

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adoremexxs · 10 months

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Rui and Zohakuten Friendship Headcanons!

This is probably going to be so long because I love Rui and Zohakuten

Warnings: mention of kidnapping (it’s not angst i promise), mention of drugs (it’s not angst i swear)

To say that Zohakuten gets jealous of Rui’s other friends is an understatement

He HATES when Rui isn’t paying attention to him and him only

So best believe when Rui goes and talks to Senjuro, dragging Zoha along, he is glaring the entire time at Senjuro

Senjuro is intimidated by Zohakuten

He hates him because he’s a “rebel” and a “bad influence” on Rui

Rui does not give a shit

Rui comes from a wealthy family (Muzan being his adoptive father)

He’s really sick so he constantly goes to the doctors

Zohakuten hates these days where Rui is gone because he’s by himself

Not that he minds being alone, he just misses Rui’s company and watching him play cats cradle

Muzan didn’t care for Zohakuten when he first met him

But then he saw how careful and nice he was to Rui

Like carrying Rui’s medicine for him or pestering him over being careful

He started to be nicer to him

Zohakuten feels like he needs to protect Rui

He’s ill and sick people, in his mind, need protecting at all costs and he makes sure that Rui isn’t out of his sight

Zoha HATES when Rui comes over to his place

Zoha and his brothers aren’t as wealthy as Rui’s family so they live in the rundown part of town

A lot of gang violence happens in their neighborhood

Zohakuten basically runs it

No one messes with him, he has quite the reputation

And then…his brothers are embarrassing

They tell Zohakuten to leave the door open all the time and ask if Rui is his boyfriend like no

That’s his bestie and only friend, leave him alone!

Zohakuten shuts the door anyways

All they do is play video games, talk shit and nap

They nap, yes

Usually Rui falls asleep on Zoha’s bed and Zoha just sleeps on the floor so Rui can have the bed

Karaku has definitely snapped a few photos as blackmail

Rui wanted to see Spider verse with Zohakuten so obviously he went

Just to find out that his brothers went as well to spy on him

They are so embarrassing

Zohakuten couldn’t enjoy the movie with Sekido’s eyes glaring into the back of his head

Rui enjoyed it though and wouldn’t stop talking about it

Then they saw Sekido and them

Zoha pushed Rui out of there so fast so he didn’t have to deal with them

Zohakuten has joined Rui on vacation a couple of times

It was nice

They went to Florida and Rui’s sisters wouldn’t leave Zohakuten alone

Until Rui threatened them

Zohakuten has no idea what Rui said to them to this day but he is forever grateful

They snuck off and went to the carnival near by, they almost got kidnapped too but that’s not as important

“Zoha, I want that giant spider plushie.” Rui pointed at this giant black widow spider plushie and it was huge

Zohakuten won that stupid spider for Rui

It costed him like half of his bank account but in the end, it made him happy to see Rui happy

Rui has seen Zoha smile

Rui likes that Zohakuten is so comfortable around him to see him smile and cry once too

And Zohakuten smiled whenever Rui was hugging that stupid overpriced spider plushie

Rui said that one day he wanted to do drugs (just weed) and Zohakuten reprimanded him so hard (Before Rui even knew about Karaku’s incident)

“Drugs will LEGIT kill you, Rui! If you do drugs, I am NEVER talking to you again! No matter how much I care for your pathetic ass!”

Zoha’s words didn’t hurt Rui at all, he knows that Zoha just struggles with showing how he feels and he does it with aggression

Zohakuten has beat up several people for Rui

No one messes with his best friend

He has earned the respect of Muzan for caring and protecting Rui

Him and Muzan will often talk about Rui’s wellbeing

Muzan asking if Rui is happy and Zohakuten confirming that he is

It’s a bit of a bonding moment between the two

Rui’s sisters obsess over Zohakuten

Rui gets mad (jealous) about it

Doesn’t want his sisters to try to date his best friend because in all the rom coms he has read/seen, it never works out and he also doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with Zohakuten

Their school dance came up and Rui had no idea how to dance so Zohakuten taught him

Rui was flustered because he was tripping over his own feet

Zohakuten actually had a lot of patience with Rui

They practiced for an hour until Zohakuten just realized that he taught Rui how to dance the girl’s part so they had to start over

Rui just thought that Zoha wanted to dance more

Zohakuten recently started up kickboxing because he needed a destressor that wasn’t beating the shit out of his drum set and making the neighbors and his brothers mad

Zohakuten is extremely good at it and Rui even comes to his tournaments

Zohakuten also has a really really good singing voice, he rarely sings but “Hard 2 Face Reality” has got him singing his heart out

Rui heard him and caught him singing, he’s memorized by Zoha’s singing

Zohakuten was embarrassed and never wanted to open his mouth again

They act like it never happened

Rui plays cat’s cradle a lot and Zohakuten has tried to make Rui make a cat

Or even better, a dragon

Rui declines any of Zoha’s stupid requests

He’s just afraid of disappointing him somehow

“Rui, PLEASE, look, I used a nice word. PLEASE make a dragon.”

“…no.”

“Rui, make a damn dragon already!”

“…no.”

They rarely argue

But when they do, Zohakuten is just explosive and gets a bit violent

And Rui leaves him by himself or he just lets Zohakuten yell it all out at him, it doesn’t hurt his feelings

Then Zohakuten goes to him and all he does is sit by him

That’s basically his apology

Rui has noticed that Zohakuten has an obsession with hands

He likes examining Rui’s hands and watching the strings (Cat’s cradle) on them slip free

Zohakuten doesn’t understand why he does this either

He’s noticed that Rui has weak and bony hands unlike him

Zohakuten has come to the conclusion that if Rui were to punch something, he would break every bone in his hand

Zohakuten has also concluded that Rui is a vampire because he is so pale and gets sunburnt easily

Zohakuten teaches Rui some words in Spanish

Him and his brothers are Latino and Japanese

They grew up with a mix of both cultures but mainly Japanese

But they knew a lot of Spanish

Rui sometimes makes lunches for Zohakuten because he knows he doesn’t eat sometimes

Zohakuten always gets flustered and red in the face when Rui gives him a lunch

It’s not Rui’s job to make him lunch but yet he does and he feels embarrassed

If anything, he should be making Rui lunches

He clearly doesn’t eat enough! (He does)

Zohakuten doesn’t know how to accept anything from Rui

From friendship charms, to bracelets to necklaces

They have a whole matching friendship outfit

They have worn it out before

Rui made Zohakuten listen to country one time, Zoha didn’t like it (he swears but he secretly does)

The Christmas Incident.

Karaku and Urogi promised Zohakuten he would get a new dragon figure if he dressed up as an elf

Obviously he wasn’t going to do it alone, he got Rui to join him in exchange to watching every single spider man movie ever

So they got dressed up in the stupid elf costumes

And they were Karaku’s helpers because Karaku insisted on dressing up as Santa, Urogi and Sekido were reindeer

There were two rudolph the red nosed reindeer

They accidentally stood under a mistletoe together and a kid saw them

The kid said that they had to kiss now

Zohakuten told the kid it wasn’t a mistletoe and was just a leaf

Rui and Zohakuten were embarrassed about that for weeks

Zohakuten didn’t even get his dragon figure but he did watch all of the spider-man movies with Rui

At least one of them got something good out of it

#demon slayer #kny sekido #hantengu clones #karaku #kny aizetsu #kny karaku #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #demon slayer aizetsu #kny senjuro #rengoku senjuro #kny zohakuten #zohakuten #rui #kny rui #demon slayer headcanons #headcanon #urogi headcanons

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glorianamultistan · 2 years

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Requested by @ledosbunnyboy - Hi was wondering if I could request a Juyeon x male reader with corruption kink? Juyeon is a thief who went into a castle to steal some treasure but prince reader asks if he can take him to cuz he hates the Royal lifestyle and cuz he’s abt to be made king and Juyeon agrees and snatches him away. They just live pretty domestically until reader asks Juyeon to teach him abt sex and they do the nasty. Mostly Juyeon guiding Reader thru the motions and some muscle worship (Juyeon receiving). It’d be kinda based off “The Stealer”. If u don’t wanna write it it’s okay 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 have a nice day/night 🫶🏽

I don't own the pic

Juyeon × male reader Pt. 1

(ps:- I am so excited about this because Juyeon is one of my ults! This turned out to be longer than I expected but I assure you, it is worth it. I might write a second part if yall like it)

Part 2

Contents - SMUT, a bit of life crisis, protective violence

Y/n was never satisfied in the position he was forced to be in, and neither was he ever mentally or physically ready for the throne. His ascension was undisputed, as the first in line to the throne, he was always treasured and pampered like a god because that was what he was supposed to be, the head of the empire, the centre of every and all lifecycle in it and their protector.

For a guy who never went out of the palace, to be thrown suddenly into the foremost castle of the capital for training was a traumatic experience. But, while he used to train with weapons in the morning, he sneaked into the kitchen of the castle to learn to cook secretly with the help of the head chef.

In the main palace, doing this was an impossibility due to the presence of the king and the queen who had every line drawn in stones, but here, y/n was the highest-ranking royal, so he was able to change a few things.

After 7-8 months of training, he was supposed to move to the very frontlines of the empire and do a border tour before the coronation but, just after 2 months of training it was clear to most of the high-ranked warriors that the crown prince was not ready. He was too naive to attack, too clumsy in the armour, too depressed to have the will to do better and was becoming weaker as the days went by because of this burden.

On the other hand, y/n was already a great cook, well-versed even in local medicinal plants and soups. The head chef was very proud of the young prince for being such a diligent learner.

Y/n realised soon into the training that he never wanted to finish the process, that would mean going to the borders and coronation and he was in his own words "just incapable of taking care of the whole empire." His younger sister would do a better job than him, she was already an admiral of a victorious fleet which out mastered many neighbouring nations. Her character was even stronger than the current king.

But for that to happen, y/n would have to die. How can he leave end this life when he has so much to do, so many wishes to fulfil, yet he knew he cannot go on like this too.

One night during the eleventh hour when y/n was reading a cookbook describing the ways teas can be healing, he heard a scratchy sound outside his chamber. As his positioning in the castle was supposed to be very strategic, he knew the dungeons close by had treasury for the castle.

Was it a test? Were the officials trying to test whether the crown prince would go head-on into such a situation without notifying others? After all, he was supposed to become an expert in warfare, a persona y/n was disgusted by.

He slowly mustered up his courage and went to the treasury with a cat-like movement.

Due to it being only candle-lit, there was a lot of darkness down the stairs and before he could reach the bottom, he slipped.

Y/n ended up in the treasury with a sprained ankle and was in so much pain that he actually started to cry but stopped when he heard a sound. "Oh, look what we have here. A royal insignia... You must be the crown prince, my pleasure to meet you, your royal highness." The guy was taller than y/n, clad in skin-tight black attire, he looked as if another royal just walked in front of y/n.

"Are you a gentleman?" Y/n absent-mindedly uttered and got a hearty laugh as a reply. "Name's Juyeon sir, I am just a passerby, who thought why not take some treasure to my friends, you must have heard of them, the famous bandits called TBZ."

Something is wrong, this guy's voice and presence should scream danger but for y/n it is as if he was engulfed in a warmth that not even his family ever provided him. TBZ have vandalised many of the castles protecting major ports, obviously, y/n heard of them.

"I see you are not well, you look sick my prince, I will just take my portion and silently leave, you should get better soldiers, by the way, they did not even hear me sneaking in."

"Why are you not afraid of me? I am the heir to the throne, you are one of the most wanted criminals, yet you talk as if we can not harm each other. Why such bravado?" Y/n merely whispered it all as he began feeling pain in his leg again and hissed while lightly touching his ankle.

Juyeon came closer to the prince and softly bent to look at y/n's leg. "You have sprained it, you were crying a few moments ago, and you look so pale and unaccustomed to the surroundings, the weapons you carry and the way you talk too. Do you think I will be scared of you, my prince? I will leave, you should pull the bell if you want."

"Wait!" Y/n screamed as he tried to get up but he hit something in the dark and fell again. "Wait..." he whimpered, "Take me with you."

'What!? Take you with me? Why? Where? Do I look that kind to you?" "No, please listen, take me with you, out of here, I know your gang has routes around other kingdoms too, please, I don't want to go on like this, please, help me." Y/n tearfully whispered these words as if a prayer for salvation.

"Are you sure about it? You are the next king, what about this empire? I don't want my people to be hunted for kidnapping the crown prince."

"Yes, just, help me cross the border, I will be fine." "Okay."

Juyeon picked up the prince and carried him out of the castle on his back, then with the help of his friends outside he covered y/n up and they left for the kingdom in the East of the empire.

~time skip~

After a week's journey, Juyeon realised that y/n was never let out in the real world, so he had no social inhibition and often was a target of weirdos praying on his naivete. Y/n was so curious about everything that Juyeon had to conform to the rest of the members of his gang that he did not mean any harm as y/n really just want to know things for the sake of it.

Y/n on the other hand was fascinated and now that his leg healed completely thanks to the medicinal balms Juyeon gave him, he roamed around in the foreign land freely looking at the people in the market with awe and talking to the spic merchants and florists.

Y/n and Juyeon lived outside a city in a forest area, this base was supposed to be safe and was well connected to the main routes to the city and port. Since Juyeon brought the prince, he was given the responsibility to look over him which in reality was to look after him.

One day y/n asked Juyeon to bring some vegetables and berries and other food items promising nothing will go to waste as he was tired of just bread and soup. And that was the day Juyeon decided that if anytime y/n was to leave him, the first thing he will miss would be the food made by him. Even though y/n was clumsy all around, in the kitchen he was a magician, weeks went by as Juyeon would return from the city to meals only his moans while eating could describe, rest of the members when they came to check upon them found it all too domestic and started referring y/n as the house-husband and homemaker.

Through this time Juyeon began to understand y/n more and more and wanted to protect the prince even from minor scratches he had while cooking or just randomly stumbling and falling. He would never want to see the prince as he saw him in the treasury again. This y/n was healthier, happier and livelier than anything he ever experienced, this was the prince he was blessed with, his prince.

"My prince." He suddenly uttered as y/n was sitting beside him on the same sofa, trying to understand how to weave something, while Juyeon was admiring him.

"Yes?" "What?" "You said my prince, you tell what." "I did?" "Yes, Juyeon, you just said it and after such a long time."

Juyeon liked y/n. It was made clear to everyone on the day he almost killed a gang of three middle-aged warriors who tried to have their way with y/n when the prince got lost in the market and got separated from Juyeon. Only one hand was able to rip the veil off the face of the prince he always wore to hide his identity, in that very moment, the very hand got cut and fell off with the now mythologized remark heard by the child whom y/n was trying to save from the three men, "move one step closer to him and next will be that leg."

It was a blood bath and if y/n wouldn't have cried to stop Juyeon for the sake of the child who would be traumatised beyond help seeing it all, Juyeon would have killed those three men.

Since then, that child frequented their home and they got to know that he was the only one left in the family as those loan sharks killed his parents for money. Y/n asked his name, but the child did not know so he named the child Ruka. Now, Ruka was referred to by the city people as y/n and Juyeon's child and this provided him security too. Nobody dared to touch people related to the TBZ.

After all of this fiasco y/n got pretty scared and they started sleeping in the master bedroom together, when Ruka was not with any one of his friends, he joined them too.

One morning y/n got up to an embarrassing hard-on as he had a very sensual dream about Juyeon. And before he could leave the bed, Juyeon hugged him from the back and whispered "you moaned my name with such passion and are now leaving me alone in the bed like this."

It was too much for the virgin prince to handle, the voice, the bare chest, the breath at the back of his neck.

"Ju-juyeon, what are you saying? Let me go please." Rather than doing that Juyeon moved his hands in y/n's shirt and whispered again. "Remember when you said you wanted to learn about sex and I said you were not ready? Let me teach you now, my prince." His hand flicked y/n's left nipple while speaking, making y/n moan.

Curiosity to know about his body and pleasure Juyeon came over y/n and the next thing he knew, he was being guided to touch the bare abs of the same person he has liked for so long.

"You can touch me, baby, my dear prince, I am all yours." And so y/n did, his hands were moving on their own as he touched every curve and admired every ridge of Juyeons bare upper body. The muscles he admired from afar as Juyeon walked semi-naked around the house, were divine to touch, this must be the holy grail, this knowledge and body must be godly.

Slowly, Juyeon was on top of y/n kissing, licking and biting as if claiming his reward finally, the real treasure he found in that castle was this person and all the love and warmth he got from him.

As he began eating y/n out, the prince was a crying moaning mess, so much pleasure, he did not know what to do, his tongue failed him and only broken syllables of Juyeon's name were echoing through the bedroom. Then he came for the first time and his scream was enough to make Juyeon too come back to reality as he was so engrossed in eating the other out he forgot to look up. And the sigh was heaven to behold, y/n looked like salvation, the answer to his own prayer in that treasury. This was the liberation they both needed.

As Juyeon inserted himself in y/n and as he picked up his pace, he made sure to wrap the other up around him tightly to hold him, suck his nipples, and kiss his lips in such desperation that after they were done and Juyeon finally came for the first and y/n for the nth time. Both were sure that their bodies had no boundaries from each other, just one vast sweaty mass heaving and kissing as if itself.

"You did so well my prince, so good for me. I will never let you go." Ple-ase, d-dont let me go. I love you, so much, you are my god, how... how will I live without you?"

With such declarations, they left the bed together to have a warm bath. That evening when the members found out about what had happened due to y/n's loose shirt and him proudly wearing the marks Juyeon left, all anyone would ask was a date for marriage.

P.S.:- If you liked it, you can support me by buying me a coffee; link's on my page.

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flarethedoodles · 5 days

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Ok, screw it.

Finally, a post, and it’s…

WARRIORS OC-VERSE JUMPSCARE!!!

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Info under the cut!

Thunderclan - Orange

Riverclan - Blue

Windclan - Green

Shadowclan - Red

Kittypet - Pink

Rogue/loner - Purple

First Image

Heatherstripe - She-cat - Warrior/Queen - Blind + Munchkin Cat

A short-legged ginger-brown she with stripes on her tail and scratched-out eyes. Mate of Thornpelt and mother of Fernpaw.

Thornpelt - Trans She - Warrior - Three-legged

A tall yellow tabby she with dark stripes, green eyes, and one missing front leg. Formerly a loner. Adoptive kit of Dullclaw, mate of Heatherstripe and second mother of Fernpaw.

Gravelstream - She-cat - Queen - (Will be) Deceased

A yellow-eyed grey she with long eyelashes. Mate of Torrentstar and mother of Stoneleaf, Mousepaw, Pebblepaw and Acornpaw. Found dead at the river at a point before Mouspaw’s warrior ceremony.

Storm - Tom - Rogue

A dark blue masked tom with a long muzzle, one light paw, fangs pointing out and blue eyes. Sly, manipulative and often found around Riverclan territory.

Tigerfoot - Tom - Deputy

A large, muscular ash-brown tabby tom with a golden underbelly, amber eyes, a nicked ear and a scar on his shoulder. Father of Rustpaw and Hazelpaw, also mentoring the former.

Fernpaw - Tom - Apprentice - Munchkin Cat

A short-legged yellow tabby tom with dark stripes and green eyes with amber in the centre. Son of Heatherstripe and Thornpelt.

Mousepaw - She-cat - Appentice

A yellow-eyed grey and dark red she with rounded ears. Littermate of Pebblepaw and Acornpaw, daughter of Gravelstream and (presumably) Torrentstar, younger sister and apprentice of Stoneleaf.

Rustpaw - Tom - Apprentice

A ginger tabby tom with long ears and blue eyes. Son of Tigerfoot and Redbird, brother of Hazelpaw.

Rainpaw - She-cat - Medicine Apprentice - Blind

A very large, fluffy grey she with light swirl markings and blind orange eyes. Left in camp by a loner as a young kit.

Pebblepaw - She-cat - Apprentice

A masked grey she with one light paw, a kinked tail and yellow eyes. Daughter of Gravelstream and littermate of Mousepaw and Acornpaw. Apprentice of Torrentstar.

Bristleheart - Tom - Medicine Cat - Heterochromia + Declawed

A spiky-furred brindled brown and gold tom with folded ears, one orange eye and one dark blue eye. Formerly an abandoned kittypet.

Mud From The Screeching Cat’s Pelt - Tom - Loner

A strange brown tom with splash-like markings, orange eyes and a stub for a tail. From the mountains and often spouts prophetic nonsense. Usually found near the barn or the Moonstone.

Ash - Potentially Trans Tom - Loner

A very large, fluffy black and grey tom with orange eyes. Often found around Carrionplace or trespassing Shadowclan territory. Father of Rainpaw.

Second Image

Dullclaw - Tom - Senior Warrior - Half-blind

A large, long-haired, heavily scarred tom with a grey underbelly and one scratched-out eye. Former rogue and adoptive father of Thornpelt. Littermate of Greyfang and Scruff.

Greyfang - Tom - Rogue - Deceased

A large, long-haired scarred grey tom with a droopy eyelid and long fangs. Former leader of a cannibalistic rogue group, killed by Dullclaw. Littermate of Dullclaw and Scruff, father of Plainfur and others.

Scruff - Tom - Kittypet

A large, scarred black tom with a grey underbelly, a kinked tail and a green collar around his neck. Former rogue and littermate of Dullclaw.

Stoneleaf - Tom - Young Warrior

A black tom with a brown underbelly, pale green eyes and a kinked tail. Son of Gravelstream and Torrentstar and mentor of Mousepaw.

Cicadaspot - Tom - Warrior - Lisp

A small, periwinkle-eyed, pale ginger spotted tom with darker legs and face. Former mentor of Hazelpaw.

Hazelpaw - She-cat - Apprentice - Deceased

A light-brown tabby she with amber eyes. Killed in her first battle by Plainfur.

Acornpaw - Tom - Medicine Apprentice

A yellow-eyed masked grey and dark red tom with a long muzzle and a kinked tail. Littermate of Mousepaw and Pebblepaw and son of Gravelstream.

Plainfur - Tom - Warrior/Deputy

A scarred grey tom with blue eyes. Former rogue and eldest son of Greyfang and Lavenderstar. Has two littermates and several half-siblings.

Lavenderstar - She-cat - Leader

A lavender-eyed brown tabby she with a white underbelly, muzzle, tail tip and paws. Formerly a member of Greyfang’s rogue group and mother of his eldest litter.

Torrentstar - Tom - Leader

A large black and brown tom with long, perpetually wet fur and pale blue eyes. Father of Stoneleaf and mentor to Pebblepaw.

Third Image

Olivebelly - Tom - Elder - Deceased

A large grey and dark-red tom with olive eyes and rounded ears. Father of Gravelstream and grandfather to Stoneleaf, Mousepaw, Acornpaw and Pebblepaw. Dies of greencough in the medicine den.

Treekit - Tom - Kit

A brown masked tom with dark green eyes. Orphan that is taken by Plainfur to Shadowclan.

Stoneteller - Unspecified Gender - Tribe Leader - Chimera

A ginger tabby and black cat with one yellow eye and one green eye

Missy - Potentially Trans She - Kittypet

A large, long-haired white she with faint swirly markings. Likes to wander. Mother of Rainpaw.

Oliver - Tom - Loner/Barn Cat

A small grey and white tom with spiky fur and dark green eyes. Adoptive brother of Thomas.

Thomas - Trans Tom - Loner/Barn Cat

An unexpressive light brown colourpoint tom with blue eyes. Oliver’s adoptive brother.

River - She-cat - Rogue

A young dark blue masked she with a pale underbelly and front paws. Sister and companion of Storm.

Gorseface - Tom - Elder

A large, muscular brown tabby tom with hazel eyes. Ex-mate of Ashenstreak, father of Tigerfoot and grandfather of Hazelpaw and Rustpaw.

Ashenstreak - She-cat - Banished Queen - Deceased

A pretty ash-grey she with amber eyes. Was banished from Windclan after bearing a kit of Greyfang’s and was later killed by his group.

Redbird - She-cat - Warrior/Queen - Missing

A ginger she with blue eyes. Vanished while Rustpaw and Hazelpaw were kits on a sort of quest.

Gingerstone - She-cat - Medicine Cat

A ginger and white she with blue eyes and a spotted nose. Sister of Redbird, mentor of Bristleheart and aunt to Rustpaw and Hazelpaw.

#artists on tumblr #my art #queer artist #character design #original characters #warrior cats #warrior cat ocs #thunderclan #riverclan #windclan #shadowclan

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Can we get angst (or fluff) for scruffy!verse where we learn the last thing reader said to Jason before he died please ??

"Be safe," you tell him, looking at him with worried eyes.

"In and out," he promised. "I'll be back before you know it."

And then, Jason thought, exhaling sharply. I wasn't. You'd had to bury him. Had to live thinking that he was gone.

Jason looked over at you, where you were asleep, curled on the front seat like a cat. It had been a long day, packing up your apartment to move you back to Gotham- where you had more support. More people to help you if you needed it. It was no small wonder you were tired.

He reached over and adjusted the temperature controls. It was getting cold and he didn't want you getting sick on top of everything else.

"Pockets," he said softly, reaching over to shake your shoulder carefully, "Baby? I know you're tired but we're gonna get something to eat, okay?"

"I'm not hungry, Jay it's alright," you murmur, blinking slowly, your brain coming back on line slowly.

Jason watched you out of the corner of his eye, struggling to keep your eyes open and smiled a little, "Meds are kicking your ass, huh?"

"Feels like I'm walking through wet cement."

"Yuck," he murmured, sympathetically. "How bout I take you home and put you to bed with Scruffy for a while. Then you can get some sleep while we wait for dinner?"

"I'm sorry Jay-"

"Baby," he tutted, "You're tired. You're depressed. Doing things is really hard right now- and you had to do a lot today."

"It just never stops," you sigh.

"It'll stop," he soothed, hoping you didn't cry. It seemed like you cried a lot more- getting red-eyed and teary at the drop of a hat. "It'll be better when we get your medicine adjusted and-"

"Someone at the hospital gave me a number for a therapist," you say quietly.

"Good," he said, reaching over and stroking your hair. "We'll call them. See if they help at all."

"Jay-"

"Anything you need, baby," he said. "We're gonna get you figured out, okay?"

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #scruffy!verse #ask answred #minors dni

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briarpatch-kids · 7 months

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Hello. Genuine good faith question that you don’t have to answer. I saw lots of the medication as mobility aid drama and I have a question. Are there any medications that could count as a mobility aid? Like I take pain medication and medication that control my tremors and tics which both mean I can walk more does that for the definition of a mobility aid? I asked google google made me more confused.

Have a wonderful night!

Cat as a thank you

No problem! I divide aids into two categories, active and passive. Active aids are things that literally interact with the world, like wheelchairs, sight canes, knee scooters. mobility canes and crutches. These are what I and a lot of other people consider "mobility aids" and some things that aren't traditionally meant for disabled mobility that could become a mobility aid in the right situation like a Segway or hoverboard. (Some people need wheels but can't sit and use them to get around in the world)

Then there are passive aids, like pain medicine, some braces, ear defenders, muscle relaxers, and glasses. These things interact with you verses interacting with the world if that makes sense. Glasses allow you to see an obstacle: a sight cane would physically interact with the obstacle. In the case of medicine, my muscle relaxers allow me to move instead of being frozen in place, but the mobility aid would be what actually gets me around. (My power chair)

Some aids thought as "passive" could become active if they're the right kind though, like my shower chair is also a mobility aid because it's a transport chair that actually rolls me into the shower. My last shower chair, one without wheels, wasn't and I wouldn't consider that a mobility aid.

The categories are more squishy and maliable than rigid and unchanging, but the general rules I use are "if it changes your body so you can interact with the world better, it's a passive aid. If it directly interacts with the world, its an active aid. If it directly interacts with the world AND helps you move through the world, it's a mobility aid.

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morningstar-warriors · 7 months

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The Clans

Fern Clan, Boulder Clan, Rain Clan, and Ash Clan’s symbols.

Fern Clan: THE BEAR

Intelligence score increases by 1 and the Medicine skill increases by 1.

Description:

Fern Clan cats are guided by their connection to the wilderness and earthly realm. They have an understanding of the gentle balance that is the ecosystem, replanting when they can and leaving the babies of prey or predators alone. Due to their appreciation of the forest, they excel in herbology, commonly being well versed in medicine. Despite their interests in the natural order, learning how to innovate and make things more convenient through the use of tools is common in Fern Clan. These cats tend to be more level headed and resourceful, teamwork being a key factor in the Clan’s success. Though very logical, Fern Clan cats are still very superstitious, and often see signs from Star Clan in their day to day life. Even if they are as simple as a leaf falling on their head.

Fern Clan cats are intelligent, diligent, and modest.

Territory:

These cats live in an expansive lush green wilderness. Thick canopy hangs overhead filled with birds and squirrels. Massive ferns coat the ground, hiding families of voles or leering foxes. Beams of sunlight cut through the shifting leaves, the only clearing being where Fern Clan’s camp is located. Sunlight shines below for cats to sun in and relax. Behind their territory is the Thunderpath and a Barn. The Old Oak looms deep in the distance of the forest, its dead branches towering out from the lively green surrounding it. Nearing the border of Boulder Clan and Ash Clan are the meadows. The soft rolling tall grass serves as good mouse and rabbit hunting grounds. Snug inside it is the carcass of a Monster, its body slumps with warm leather insides that provide a nice napping spot and shelter from the rain.

Historical Impacts:

Fern Clan are the creators of tools, sparking a change in the course of clan history that lead to an era of innovation. They were regarded as the Clan of Peace at this time, as Clans would exchange ideas and stories, inspiring Rain Clan to engage in the first act of trade.

Traditions:

Apprentices are taught from a very young age about the forest and its ecosystem. They are also taught to have a basic understanding of common herbs in the territory.

Healers are more appreciated and valued in the Clan, their opinions are weighed as heavily as the Leader’s or Deputy’s and are often included in conversations between them.

Newly joined Warriors will have to climb to the top of the Old Oak, a large dead tree, and must identify 3 different herbs found within the Clan. Afterward, they will be monitored during a solo hunting patrol to watch their technique.

Fern Clan gives its allies honey wrapped in a large fern leaf.

The celebratory meal Fern Clan eats, usually after a victory in war, is turkey and blueberries. The Leader must serve each Clan mate as appreciation for their duty.

Boulder Clan: THE EAGLE

Your Strength scores increase by 1 and your Climb skill increases by 1.

Description:

Boulder Clan can be seen as stubborn and backwards, often their values remain traditional to the Warrior Code and find great offense to those who don’t follow it. To them, sticking to the code is a mark of honor, and without it could mean chaos for the Clans. Despite how strict this sounds, they aren’t completely serious. They know how to throw a good party, and constantly celebrate life, success, and growth. They are fearless and carefree, while maintaining a strangely strict hold on their belief of honor. Due to this they hold brotherhood and allyship close to their hearts, defending anyone on their side viciously.

Boulder Clan cats are loyal, spiritual, and conservative.

Territory:

A towering mountain, Silver Heights, stretches past the clouds, its colors mixed with stones of colors tan and gray. Eagles soar overhead, swooping down to catch scurrying prey. Small bushes and thin trees paint the landscape with sparse greens, while red and yellow flowers dust the earth. At the base of the mountain rests Crashing Falls, a massive waterfall that spills into a cool pool of water. Around it are tiny imprints of paws in the clay, leading towards caves that carve deep inside the mountain. Within them lies Boulder Clan’s camp, crystals gleam and bounce off light, mushrooms grow in the damp cave earth while mice scurry in the dark. Inside the cave floors are covered in dried grasses and flowers softening the ground. Clay pots and bowls line the walls, collecting rainwater and herbs. Behind the mountain rests the Abandoned Twoleg next, an excellent spot for mouse hunting, but only the bravest step paw inside. It’s rumored to be haunted by strange whispers and figures.

Historical Impact:

Boulder Clan cats believe their Clan was the first to have Stonetellers, after a cat named Moonstrider scaled to the top of Silver Peak, which was believed to have touched into Star Clan’s territory. When she returned, she had the power of the very stars in her paws. From then on, each Clan is allowed a cat to scale Silver Heights to be made into a Stoneteller.

Traditions:

Apprentices and kits are taught stories, songs, and prayers about Star Clan at a young age by the Elders of the Clan.

Elders are held in high regard for their service to the Clan, and are frequently tended to and listened to. Their advice and opinions are something Warriors treasure deeply.

Apprentices or new Clan members must scale the steepest parts of Silver Heights alone, and face a sneak attack to become a Warrior.

Boulder Clan’s customary gift is a clay bowl decorated with paw prints and Cat Scratch.

The traditional celebratory meal of Boulder Clan is a hawk paired with spotted eggs. The Clan’s Stoneteller blesses the meal before everyone digs in, and the apprentices and kittens sit separately from their Clan mates.

When a Warrior passes on they are dressed in flowers and bones then a massive feast is held in their honor.

Rain Clan: THE ALLIGATOR

Intelligence score increases by 1 and the Swim skill increases by 1.

Description:

Rain Clan cats are very clever and observant. They understand the shifting tides of war, and know that allyship lasts for only so long. When united with another Clan, they observe their fighting and hunting techniques and learn how to adapt against them. Despite their well known tactics, not every Clan can afford to avoid working with them. Rain Clan cats are logical and efficient, focusing on the now. Due to this, they aren't very religious and often disregard things that are unexplainable or vague. Star Clan is not something they find important, instead they’re attached to their social lives. Gossip, rumors, and information go between their lips like wildfire. Having a quick wit and a sharp tongue is something most Rain Clan cats are armed with.

Rain Clan cats are clever, mischievous, and fierce.

Territory:

A winding river wraps protectively around a marshy stationary island. Dark crumbling soil shadows its lapping waters. Tall green reeds curl overhead, giving to the fresh smells of greenery and dew drops. Billowing ancient willow trees brush the marshy dark grasses giving cool shade to doze beneath. Alongside the bank, smooth roots peek from the water bank. They are refined by time in the water, and have small claw engravings alongside them. At the border by Boulder Clan, Crumbling Slopes curve into the Fishing Place. This is where fish is plentiful, darting away from hungry paws. On the far side, marking the border between Rain Clan and Ash Clan, are Burnt Stones. Massive flat black rocks that cats sit on to sun or hunt lizards. It watches over the Thunderpath, sometimes riddled with Two-Leg trash.

Historical Impact:

Rain Clan is the first to enact trade among the Clans, sparking the New Moon Trade. A holiday that's celebrated every sixth new moon. This is the only other time that the Clans meet together in peace and harmony outside of the Gathering. They are also the creators of Competitive Moss Ball, a game played during the New Moon Trade.

Traditions:

Apprentices are trained in diplomacy tactics, and to talk first before fighting. Those who have done well enough become Warriors who lead Allyship agreements with other Clans.

The Stoneteller is treated as someone who can predict the weather, rather than a spiritual guide. Rain Clan cats prefer to put their faith into one another, not Star Clan.

New members or Apprentices must know how to disengage a tense disagreement (often staged for the test), be able to fish, and be able to swim against the river’s current to become a Warrior.

Minnows are dried and kept for Leaf Bare or as gifts. They are a salty tangy treat that is quite valuable when prey is scarce.

The celebratory meal is Salmon and dried seaweed. Young Warriors and apprentices bring food to their Mentors first before eating themselves.

Rain Clan has a saying “Words are slippery fish.” It's frequently used to mean secrets are hard to keep. Sometimes “frogs" are used instead if the matter is particularly juicy.

Ash Clan: THE WOLF

Spirit score increases by 1 and the Sneak skill increases by 1.

Description:

Ash Clan cats are very reserved, and keep to themselves. They hold with them old knowledge of Two-Legs and Clans long gone. Ash Clan cats tend to treasure moments of silence, learning to listen to the forest breathe around them rather than fill it with their mews. These Warriors are impressively good at sneaking for this reason, being able to remain one with the dark and open up their senses. Meditation in Ash Clan is used for practicing patience, reflection, and is used to seek out Star Clan. Their reserved nature makes them seem deceptively meek, but similarly to Rain Clan they observe the shortcomings of other Clans. Black mail and deception are not beneath them, especially if they believe it's for the good of their Clan.

Ash Clan cats are thoughtful, cautious, and cryptic.

Territory:

Huge pine trees blot out the sky, casting dark shadows on the undergrowth. Thick brambles and vines coat the forest floor, with abundant herbs curling in tucked away corners. Thick clumps of moss coat the bottoms of great tree trunks, and a small crumbling thunderpath, long abandoned by Two Legs. It leads to a massive crumbling Two-Leg nest. Beside it are Smoke Fangs, two black towers that stink of soot and ash. The nest’s rock walls are overcome with vines, hiding Ash Clan’s camp inside. Behind the camp is Black Path, similar to a Thunder Path, it's a dark rocky surface where cats train. Near the edge of Ash Clan Territory, alongside the border by Rain Clan are the Tunnels. Inside are curling snakes, and muddied pools of water. They seem to go on infinitely into the dark.

Historical Impact:

In times of a terrible war, a Healer named Crowsight watched his medicine den get ransacked. He knew he had to defend his medicine, or his Clan mates would die. On one fateful night, he decided to use nightshade to coat his claws, changing Healer’s outlook on poison forever. Crowsight became the first ever Nightshade Healer, his teachings on poison are still taught in every Clan to this day.

Traditions:

Queens and Kings are highly respected, as they are the nurturers of Ash Clan’s young. They are a kit’s first mentor, teaching them history and Cat Scratch at a young age.

New cats or Apprentices must find their way through The Tunnels starting at Dawn and ending at Midnight. Then they must sneak up on their mentor without any detection.

A customary gift from Ash Clan are black feathers and seed beaded necklaces.

When celebrating a victory the Clan gathers to eat a massive snake paired with black berries. The Clan usually engages in a group song before the meal, then takes time to listen to the stories of their champions.

In Ash Clan a group meditation is called a purr. This is because cats will purr in unison when meditating together.

The territories.

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