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tarochimochi · 4 months
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I pumped some of BFB characters into Clangen and was just ITCHING to draw them
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I need more good ashfur Au stories. Villian ashfur is just like so boring. We've seen what he becomes as a villan. I want to see what would have happened if he remained the good boi he was in the beginning.
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whimsycle · 7 months
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Fireheart med cat au doodles :)
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warriors-rebound · 1 year
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Some animation practice with our favourite ghosts!
-Mod “Peekaboo Burnout sucks Y’all” Wild
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warriors-ideas · 5 months
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Au where ravenpaw is scourge that I’ve had in my head for a bit. Tw for the dynamic between tiger and raven that I’ll be describing (tigerclaw being a terrible, abusive mentor, though no violence it mostly just the psychological aspects)
So tiny still goes into the woods like the original scourge story goes, but this time Tigerclaw is a young(er) warrior when he attacks tiny. Bluestar/fur (she’s either right on the precipice of becoming leader or it’s her early leadership) defends tiny, takes him back to camp where he stays for a bit (a few moons since he’s younger than an apprentice) to heal his wounds, but eventually ends up joining the clan — believing that if he goes back home the twolegs will throw him in the river like his siblings told him. He’s named Ravenpaw when he comes of age, and is apprenticed to Tigerclaw; bluestar(or sunstar) seeing this as a way to force a bond between the two.
When Rusty joins the clans, Ravenpaw is notably the oldest apprentice because he’s been held back by Tigerstar for not suiting his standards. Raven’s personality is extremely different; he could be seen as timid, but he’s also largely very monotonous, straight forward (on most things) and kinda cold. He bonds with firepaw because they’re both ex kittypets, but generally Fire can tell something is off.
Ravenpaw carries a resentment towards clan society and structure that increasing as he ages and with every “failed” assessment. Tigerclaw has manipulated the clan into thinking he is a good mentor — that it’s Ravenpaw and his Kittypet origins that make him such a lackluster apprentice. When he kills the adder later on he’s sure it’ll give him his Warrior name, only for Tigerclaw to completely disregard him and his catch.
The relationship between the mentor and apprentice are strange, Ravenpaw only speaks to Tigerclaw when spoken to — and when he does occasionally speak out of turn he tenses up, like he’s majorly fucked up. There’s a palpable fear there, but also a hatred that is beginning to outgrow the fear; these conflicting emotions causing Ravenpaw to finally admit to what he saw when redtail died.
Tigerclaw isn’t fully aware Ravenpaw saw what happened, though he has a hunch — and Ravenpaw, though fearful of him has learned to mask his emotions in order to survive under him, had done a pretty good job of not looking too suspicious to his mentor, (I’d imagine here he never passes out, but almost does tell the clan before tigerclaw enters camp) at least until tigerclaw is pronounced deputy. In the heat of the moment and the rage he’s built up towards tigerclaw, he tells firepaw what he saw that day, confident he can trust Firepaw due to their shared heritage (in more ways than one but they don’t know that yet).
Not long after this, the rumors about Ravenpaw being a traitor start to really spread like wild fire, which is only fueled into an inferno when ShadowClan steals ThunderClan’s kits as cats begin pointing the finger at him. Instead of what happens in book where firepaw and Greypaw escort him to the barn — Ravenpaw vanishes after the kits are goe, similarly to how yellowfang also vanished, though…they do find Yellowfang. They never find Ravenpaw. It’s assumed ShadowClan killed him by the rest of the clan, but Firepaw — now Fireheart has his sights aimed at Tigerclaw.
The rest of the story follows loosely as it is in books with the main changes being that Ravenpaw is not at the barn, and it’s assumed he’s dead.
Until scourge shows up.
Ravenpaw this whole time had decided he was better off out of the clans as a rogue than anywhere near Tigerclaw — so he runs to the city. Ravenpaw is notably more adept to survival in harsh environments due to his training, though still a bit naive. Cats begin to take interest in his hunting skills, but that interest peaks when ravenpaw is seen playing with a dog tooth lazily one day, something he keeps carrying around. The lie starts that he’s fought a dog one on one this way, and eventually spirals into the scourge mythos he builds for himself, BloodClan built as both a mockery to the clans that never fully accepted him and his own way of improving on where they failed; where everyone was an outsider, a loner, rogue or kittypet, and no “true” clan cats existed. Scourge becomes cold and cruel, fully metamorphosing into this detached, power hungry figure that Tigerstar meets. The Tom is barely able to recognize Ravenpaw as scourge, and when he does…he’s somewhat impressed, though, believes the previous power he held over him will be easily translated into their business agreement here, so he foolishly takes his chances at manipulating Scourge.
Eventually, when scourge is reintroduced to the clans with a “clan” of his own, Tigerstar openly tries to challenge him…a challenge which is easily dealt with by his former apprentice. Firestar, having recognized his friend tries to reason with him — but Scourge is done, he gave the clans chances to change in his own eyes, gave cats like Tigerstar second chances and they never did. The only solution now is revenge for all they put him through, all they put anyone who didn’t “fit their standards” through. He gives Firestar a chance, though — join BloodClan, he’ll be given the respect the clans have never afforded him. Firestar declines, the war goes on.
During the battle, after Firestar has come back from his first death, he doesn’t kill scourge, instead, he offers him a second chance because as much as he hates what he’s become, he knows why he fell down this path and it isn’t too late — there is still good in Scourge. Scourge, having trained with Firestar and watched him grow, having entrusted him more than the entirety of the clan is moved by this, and he surrenders to Firestar, BloodClan retreating, but without scourge at the head.
Having surrendered scourge knows he cannot return to the city, knowing BloodClan will think him weak and kill him on sight, so, Firestar and greystripe escort him to the barn where barley awaits. Scourge changes his name Raven, ditches his collar and claws and lives out his life in peace with Barley who ofc he becomes mates with. Years down the line, when WarriorClan is built it’s definitely influenced by a chunk of Raven’s stories about his time in the clans. (Monkeystar is 100% their kid)
There’s also the alternate ending of Raven/scourge going on to rebuild SkyClan himself and influencing the concept of daylight warriors though probably never becoming the clans leader.
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natsuki208 · 1 month
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🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Happy Birthday to the freckled warrior!
No, Ymir is not taller. I just accidentally made the kids too small… I mean they’re kids but still. 😅
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rainsnap · 11 months
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I wonder how much would’ve changed if Nightheart’s story was everyone saying how unlike Firestar he is.
That everyone in Thunderclan became so accustomed to the goal of being like Firestar, that when a cat who isn’t quite right comes in they can’t help but judge him?
Nearly everyone is related to Firestar anyways, so it makes more sense to have this cultish obsession with being like the Greatest Leader That Ever Was that those who are outside of the norm are shunned.
LIKE Sparktail vs Alderheart? Sparktail was always brave, confident, and loyal. Alderheart was anxious, hesitant, and a little disloyal (crushing on Needlepaw, willing to allow Twigkit and Violetkit to meet in secret) so instead of working him through his troubles, he was shoved into the medicine cat den.
It would’ve been interesting to see Nightheart being given this treatment “oh, you failed your assessment three times? Maybe you’re supposed to be a medicine cat.”
Because Firestar wasn’t a medicine cat, he was a warrior. Therefore cats who are not like him must be destined as medicine cats!
Nightheart running away to Shadowclan, still as Flamepaw and pinning over Sunbeam would’ve been interesting. Since the age gap would still be obvious between the two just by keeping the apprentice name! Then the relationship could’ve ended with Flamepaw leaving Shadowclan
I would then boot him to Skyclan where Rootspring becomes his mentor/big brother figure because Rootspring understands Flamepaw: a family lineage that’s hard to call your own and a forbidden love that ended bitterly (bonus: Flamepaw is kicked out of Shadowclan after recklessly endangering Sunbeam and causing her an injury. This pushed Sunbeam closer to Shadowsight plus adds to the narrative that Lightleap gets away with stuff as the leader’s kit whereas Flamepaw isn’t shown any mercy towards his reckless behaviors)
Of course I’d still stick with my Flamepaw gets kicked out everywhere and becomes a loner AU idea, but this can actually tie in to Frostpaw’s drama if say she has to travel outside of the clans to discover the truth for Riverclan? Flamepaw (who maybe named himself Night now) might be able to aid her.
AND you can have it that at this point Sunbeam is the acting guard for Frostpaw, so it ends up with the three working together. (Night and Sunbeam make up during this time, Sunbeam seeing that Night has finally grown. But it’s too late for romance between them as Sunbeam confesses to having feelings for Shadowsight.)
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alysiusart · 2 years
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Pikuani flat color comission for @/ ily_gremlin
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Person A sold themself as a minor to the local fighting arena after forging their parent’s signature, so that all the money they make in matches is sent to their parents, since their family is poor. All they have to do is keeping surviving and winning fights for their family to keep getting an income, while also not having to spend money feeding or caring for them. But Person A notices something strange about the arena in the private ‘rooms’/cells where the fighters are kept - there’s a strange freezer in the center, that their room is next too. One day, when being brought out of their room for a match, they see the door to the large freezer open and a curled up, seemingly sleeping but shivering person on the ground, with the owner of the arena and a visitor standing over them. Person A has never seen them as a fighter and has never seen the freezer opened in the long time they’ve been a fighter there. Person B, the person in the freezer, is a god of life and health, and the arena owner acquired them and keeps them in the freezer to keep them in a dormant/sleeping state,  and placed the freezer among the fighters’ rooms to make them heal up faster, for more impressive battles and less loss of fighters from various injuries. The better a fighter is, the closer they’re placed to the freezer to get the most benefit from the life god’s passive powers. Person A eventually catches the eye of the child of the arena owner and is freed to be their trophy spouse, and Person A’s spouse ends up inheriting the arena when the owner dies, and Person A has the opportunity to find out more about Person B and decides to let them wake up and find out more about them and how they ended up there.
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moonkissedart · 1 year
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dragofelid · 1 year
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Peter Strahm, honestly one of my favourite characters in the Saw Franchise.
I was crushed when he died
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silentmel · 1 year
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Kids, get away. If you're under 18 - Don't read!!
This is Part 4 of a my story where I put Tommy Conlon / Tom Hardy and a Channing Tatum-look-a-like in an AU.
Let me know, if you wanna read more.
Reblog or follow me.
It's gettin' violent, but hot!
-Life in the situation Part 4-
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My sense of time was completely gone when there was a loud pounding on the door. I jumped up. Completely disoriented in the dark. Then light penetrated to me, which hurt my eyes. The dust flickered in the beam of a lamp. The lower flap of the door had been opened. This wide slit, about three feet above the floor. One of its purposes was to allow the inmate to be handcuffed before unlocking the cell door. "Your Hands!" the command resounded through the hatch. Without hesitation, I stood up and willingly slid both hands to the other side. After all, the prospect of being able to leave this hole was enticing. A strong hand clasped both wrists at the same time and with a spirited jerk pulled them further toward him. The edge of the flap was pressed painfully into my arms as a result, and I sank to my knees to escape the pressure. The hand let go. I carefully rubbed my wrists together a little, for the grip had been uncomfortable. Immediately came the receipt for it. The hand grabbed me again and I received a powerful blow on my forearms with something yielding. It was rather the shock that made me cry out. "Do! Not! Move!", the voice ruled me. Now I realized why my counterpart was taking up so much space. He wasn't going to handcuff me. And I realized what he had struck with. Carefully and without any haste he put a rope, roughly twisted but snugly, around my wrists. He knotted everything very carefully and checked that it was neither too loose nor too tight. When he was done, he instructed me to bring my hands back to me. It wasn't easy, as the artful tangle only barely fit through the door’s flap. In the scant light, I surveyed his work while the door was unlocked.
The palms of my hands faced each other. Four loops each lined up on my forearms. Skillfully knotted in the middle between them. My wrists had just enough slack to move my hands out a little. The rest of the rope was on the floor in front of me. I was surprised at how comfortable it felt. It was quite the same fixation as the day before, but much better executed. Obviously, this man was not untrained. He cleared his throat playfully. I didn’t realized the door was already open.
Instantly, I looked up at him.
"You like it?" he asked with a smug but sweet smile. It sounded like a sincere question. And I recognized his voice. It was John. Somehow I was relieved that it was him and not a complete stranger. I was even glad to see him. "Yes, thank you. Feels comfortable."
With those words, I picked up the end of the rope and handed it to him. A frivolous smile played around his lips. As he did so, his lower jaw muscle tensed, which looked really sexy.
"Get up,honey! You don't have to kneel before me. But I might get used to it."
Obedient I trotted behind him. This time I was led down one floor instead of up. I didn't really dare to ask. Did the rule not to talk unasked only to Tom, or to the other two as well? 
When we reached the end of a corridor, John pulled a key out of his pocket. Before unlocking it, he spoke softly but insistent: "Why don't you tell him what he wants to know, huh? He's not in the mood to play games about that. I think you have a very dangerous effect on his self-control. And I don't trust your self-assessment when it comes to him." 
Yes, it could be that Tom was influencing my discernment. But it was also clear to me that John was trying to manipulate me with some kind of psycho trick. Did he know that I’d agreed to Tom's rules? Or was he still at yesterday's level? 
"You’ve really got no clue what you've started, do ya?”
 I pulled a defiant face and so I disregarded his warning. John snorted and rolled his eyes.
Hesitating I entered behind him. A dimly lit room. A heavy chain hung from the ceiling.
Immediately next to it I recognized the silhouette of Tom. Without saying a word, John pressed the rope into his hand and retreated next to the door. Slowly I sank to my knees before Tom.
John had been right about one thing: Tom was pissed. His entire posture radiated discontent, the room was literally crackling through his energy.
The chain rattled through a pulley as he pulled it towards him. Silently, he threaded the rope through a large ring and secured it with a skillful knot. Using the chain, he pulled me to my feet. So high that the tips of my feet only lightly felt the ground. My muscles responded with discomfort to this position.  Tom stepped back a bit and looked for a moment in silence at his work.
 
"You're friends joined our party...",he growled sullenly. With a sarcastic tone he continued: "And as we are good hosts, we ask them a few questions to feel comfortable. You can imagine they weren't very chatty. So we decided to help them a little bit."  Triumphantly, he took out a small instant camera. He wouldn't want to take pictures of me, will he? I glared at him angrily. But that didn't impress him in the slightest. He quickly snapped a few photos of the most battered parts of my body. "They'll surely recognize your tattoos beside your bruises. Then they can decide if they accept a traitor in their lines." 
He waved the Photographs briefly and took a quick look at them. Apparently satisfied with the pics, he handed them to John, who disappeared with them.
A little more relaxed, he turned back to me.
His chest touched mine, his right forefinger caressed the back of my neck. Followed my tense back muscles, like a drop in a gutter. Barely noticeable, his fingernail slid over my skin.
I already had goose bumps, but a tingling shiver came over me. At my lap I felt his arousal. His full lips tingled against my neck. Now I was no longer shivering with cold.
"We're alone now. What should I do with you?" My pussy pulsated by his question. I growled pleasantly as his caresses became more insistent.
"Sir, would you please fuck me? I want you so bad." I breathed.
“If we had more time, I’d let you beg so much longer, little one.”, he gasped.
Without further ado, he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Boldly his hands grabbed my thighs just below my ass.  Immediately I understood his invitation. I pulled myself up by the chain, then wrapped my legs around his waist in a quite elegant motion. Tom's hand slid from my ass to my crotch from behind, pushing my panties aside. Two fingers entered me without hesitation. In a moment, I would finally feel him fully. My eyes closed, I threw my head into the neck moaning for more. Felt his tongue on my neck. Agonizingly slow, he inserted his thick cock into my vagina. With my heels, I put pressure on him to penetrate me even deeper. With a firm grip on my disheveled hair, he made me look at him again. Deeply he looked into my eyes. His mouth was slightly open, his lips trembling with excitement. He let go of my hair and grabbed me by the throat. His fingers gripped my lower jaw. I was captivated by the sight of him. Our movements synchronized; he thrusted, I pulled him against me. Even our breathing rhythm was the same. His lips came closer to mine. Gently he bit my lower lip before our tongues touched for just a blink of an eye. It wasn’t even a real kiss. But at that moment the fuse of my mind has blown and I fell for him completely. This sex was so incredibly passionate. His eyes closed in pleasure as he came deep inside me.
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We held our gaze as we broke away from each other. He clasped my thighs with one arm and lifted me. I wrapped my arms trustingly around his neck. With his free hand he untied the knot that held my rope to the chain. Then he carefully set me down again. Without losing sight of him, I sank back to my knees. He pulled his pants back up. Then he bent down a little to me. He rested his hands on his thighs. He looked at me for a long time. His thoughts were reflected in his facial expressions.
First there was satisfaction, then a certain sadness or thoughtfulness. After a short phase of relaxation, he radiated pure self-confidence again.
Tom handed me a cloth to control the moisture between my legs. I felt, in a positive way, as if I had been destroyed and put back together again. I would do anything for this man. That was clear to me now. Then I really became aware of what was in itself a fact anyway: the time here was limited. Although I did not know when I’d leave this camp again, because that was also part of the scenario, but at some point for sure. In all likelihood, I would never see him again. The realization of this fact gave me a sensitive stab in the heart. All at once I realized what John had been trying to make clear to me. I really had absolutely no idea in what I had let myself dive in. I could not get out of it now. Thoughtfully I lowered my eyes to the floor, but said nothing. Tom sat down on the floor in front of me. Spontaneously I had to giggle and pointed to a MRE he had brought with him.
"Does this taste as awful as your coffee?" Without raising his head appreciably, he scowled at me, very scowled.
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"Do you wanna eat? Then shut the fuck up!" he growled. Oh no-I had spoken without his permission. And to make it worse, made fun of his effort to feed me. An apology probably didn't made it any better. So I preferred to keep quiet from now.
He fed me tacos filled with tuna and dried corn, which were terribly dry but at least reasonable tasty with a sip of water. I ‘d had worse. At that moment John poked his head through the door and made a tongue clicking sound. Tom went to over him and they talked quietly. He gritted his teeth as he came back to me. Without comment, he sat down again an brought the rest of the meal to my lips.
"Thank you, sir," I whispered.
For a brief moment his mimic softened. So I was allowed to thank him.
"Get up!" he commanded suddenly. Then he pulled me violently to my feet. And dragged me by my restraints towards the wall.
I suspected something bad. And guessed he wouldn't fuck me again this time...
PART 5
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Sometimes I think about how I did a book report on warriors books for school. My favorite one was for the end of the sunset but it probably scared my teacher. I made a diorama show casing the death of hawk Frost. I took some toy kitties used sharpie to make them look like bramble fire and hawk Frost. I had hawk laying in construction paper water with a Popsicle stick sticking out of his neck with marker blood which I used to color fake blood on bramble and fire who had a wire around his neck. I'm surprised my teacher's didn't send me to the counselor.
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I saw someone say an idea for an au where the Fire Alone prophet isn’t Firestar, but Scourge. Scourge could even be a rusted cat to hint at the symbolism too since rusted cats are usually dark fur but it shines an orange in the sun! An idea that had been added onto this is Scourge fulfills the prophecy by driving the Clans out before the events of the territory being destroyed, thus saving the Clans in a way!
See, these sorts of aus. Are my absolute favorite. Because the way they could twist the narrative is immaculate… AND RHAT ADDITIONAL IDEA IS SO GOOD
I’d read that au. I’d inhale it, consume it, yes
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cr0wcoon · 1 month
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(day27)
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can’t decide if i like the face squiggle on the cat lily or not
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warriors-ideas · 6 months
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An AU where Bluestar gives birth to Brokenstar.
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