#and push each other to become the best warrior of their clan

[heirofnight]

five more sets

pairing: azriel x reader

word count: 1.3k

based on this request: Can I request something? Could it be Azriel x reader and either you are Illyrian and want to learn to fight or someone who joins the Valkyries and you get to know each other through training ?? Does that make sense?

warnings: talks of alcohol consumption, feeling sick, sexual tension

a/n: this is probably going to end up being a mini-series because i'm loving the dynamic & i'd love to see where i can take this as it progresses! let me know what you think, and thank you for the request <3

you were about three seconds away from throwing a right hook into this male's jaw.

your chest was heaving with ragged breaths, and you were fairly certain that you could fill a bucket with the sweat that was accumulating underneath your training leathers. it was a viciously hot summer day in velaris, and you were really not in the mood to train - especially considering your indulgent night out at rita's that only found you returning home ... four hours ago.

you flickered your eyes up towards him, his wings were flared - your gaze was narrowed, your cheeks were flushed, and you were pissed.

you were hunched over, hands resting on your thighs as you fought to catch your breath.

azriel watched you carefully. he was so composed, as though he could perform this training regime in his sleep. his eyes flashed with amusement at your disheveled and agitated state, and that alone almost actually made you punch him.

"up," he ordered, voice firm, "another five sets of ladder drills," he nodded his chin towards the rope ladder that was spread on the ground in the middle of the training ring. you were meant to sprint across the ladder as quickly as possible, pulling your knees towards your chest as you did so.

you scoffed, standing up straight to place your hands on your hips indignantly.

"listen," you started, unfazed by his stoic demeanor, "i'm hot, i'm exhausted, and i'm still partially drunk," you finished, hoping he'd allow you to just call this entire session off early.

it'd been three weeks since nesta had convinced you to join the valkyries. you'd met her at a bookstore in the rainbow about six months ago, and had become fast friends - bonding over a similar taste in novels, and a very similar no-bullshit attitude. this facet of your personality was coming out to play today, especially as this male continued to push you to your limits when you obviously were not in the best shape.

she'd divulged information about the female clan of warriors that she'd been a part of, and you couldn't help but be interested - but she'd warned that the training regiment would be intense.

"you'll be training with azriel," she'd mentioned before your first session two weeks ago, "good luck," was the only warning she gave before you'd stepped foot into the ring to stand before the largest male you'd ever seen. he was swathed in shadows that rippled from him like smoke, and he assessed you as though he was committing your body to memory.

he then proceeded to put your ass through the wringer, and it seemed like he was having fun doing it.

you continued to watch azriel with a leveled gaze this morning, hoping to the gods that your list of reasons to cut this session short would hit home.

azriel just blinked once, shrugging his broad shoulders, "and?," he grumbled, as though he didn't understand why you'd divulged that information.

you rolled your eyes, dropping your hands to your sides, "and, i'd like to leave now," you sneered, pushing sweaty strands of hair from your face.

he smirked at your words, but there was minimal humor behind the action.

"no," he stated simply, "we still have another half hour," he continued, nodding back towards the rope ladder once more.

you bristled, annoyed by azriel's utter obsession with pushing your buttons - he'd been thoroughly enjoying riling you up since you became his training partner. he reveled in the reactions you'd give him each time he pushed you to your snapping point.

you turned on your heels and stalked towards the center of the wing, preparing to take on another five sets of this hellish exercise.

you assumed your stance on one end of the ladder, taking a deep breath, and then -

"perhaps you should learn to break the habit of drinking the night before an early training session," he mused, arms crossed across his chest. that stupid smirk had found its way to his full lips again, and if he weren't so annoying, you'd probably find his current stance sexy.

you glowered in his direction, and his smirk only grew. was that a dimple? gods alive.

"perhaps you should mind your own business," you spat, beginning the first set of ladder drills. you huffed, puffed, and your legs felt like they were going to give out beneath you.

azriel watched intently the entire time, and he'd deny it if he were ever asked, but he thought your ass looked delectable in your training leathers.

he cleared his throat, forcing himself to break his less than innocent train of thought.

"knees higher," he commanded, voice steady.

your temper flared but you complied, straightening your form and lifting your knees.

"there you go," he praised, "very good," his voice had lowered marginally, and you felt your cheeks grow even hotter at the sound.

you struggled your way through the last three sets, dizzy and stomach roiling. i'm never drinking again, you cursed to yourself.

you were adamant about ending training now, you didn't care what qualms azriel may have about it. you hobbled towards the black stretching mat, not giving the male even a fraction of a chance to add some other hell-sent workout to this morning's agenda.

az followed, stopping near the edge of the mat to peer down at your exhausted frame.

"that's it then?," he rumbled, huffing out an amused breath through his nose as he observed you.

you covered your eyes with the back of your arm, inhaling deep breaths through your nose. you didn't deign to give him an answer, choosing instead to focus on not spilling the contents of your stomach all over his feet.

he sighed, lowering on his knees before you to assist you with your stretching. he wrapped a firm, scarred hand around your left ankle, pulling your leg straight in order to begin working on your hamstrings.

you groaned, wincing through the pain that was shooting through your legs and lower back. azriel watched intently, trying his best to ignore the fact that he was knelt between your leather-clad legs.

this part was always the hardest for him - the part where he had to divert his attention literally anywhere else to avoid imagining what else he could do to you in positions very similar to this.

your eyes met his form, watching him carefully. the beaming sunlight allowed you to admire the glistening sheen against his golden skin, the freckles smattered across his cheeks and nose. his boyish curls that fell against his forehead and tucked around the nape of his neck.

the light was caressing his skin, almost as if it couldn't help but touch him. you couldn't blame it. azriel was the prettiest male you had ever seen.

he lifted your leg straight, scooting closer to rest your calve against his hard chest. his hips were pressed into your thighs now, and you had to clear your throat to distract yourself from the feeling.

he sensed the tension, and it almost made a smug smile creep across his features, but he refrained.

this was such a common theme between the both of you: he'd annoy you on purpose, you'd react, he'd revel in it. so much tension, and you both knew it. as soon as the both of you were close enough to share the same space, you'd falter, and he'd try his damndest to not do the same.

his hips accidentally jutted against yours as he switched to your right leg, and you'd had to close your eyes to avoid scooting down in order to prolong the contact.

gods, you'd thought to yourself, i'm so fucked.

"you're so tight," he'd mumbled mostly to himself, working his hands against a knot in your leg. your eyes snapped open immediately - you'd pay hefty amounts of gold to hear him utter that phrase again.

and of course, smug-ass azriel knew exactly what he was doing.

a/n: will this end up being a series? probably. i can't help myself. let me know what you think!

[mourningsbane]

Perhaps silly questions, but I'm growing more and more curious of your blog with each new entry/question answered. Love the story slowly unfolding here, cannot wait for the next part and following moons <3

Does Palekit have any further deformations? Or rather that question but in past tense. His tail looks almost fin-like, but I'm not sure if what we are seeing is a) a stylistic "drooping goo" effect, b) a very weird tuft of fur, or c) some malformation of the tail tip, resulting in its split structure.

What's the clan's relationship with Sweetkit, considering so many of its members', em... involvement in the perishing of Honeyspring and her kits. Mostly wondering if Flaildrizzle, Tanglefern and Rootstar feel anything (guilt, sadness, etc.) at all when they see this only kit in clan after a whole litter dies in such horrible circumstances before Sweetkit's arrival? I mean, surely such a tragedy leaves an impact. A followup question-

How much time has passed since Honeyspring's death and Sweetkit's arrival? Do any of LutumClan's cats consider Sweetkit to be like "a second chance" for the clan after losing their only queen and her litter?

A bit of an alternate outcome question! Let's assume Nothing Bad Ever Happened©️ to Honeyspring's kits. What would their warrior names be? What would their basic personalities be? Would any of them pursue high ranks within LutumClan?

Also sending fictional love to Honeyspring, stay goopy queen 💅

There's no such thing as a silly question! Besides, I like answering questions, even if it takes me a while to get to them! <3

My answers are a tad long, so I'll put them under the cut!

1.) Palekit did not have any further deformations! His face was slightly crooked, and his tongue sometimes hung out, but that was about it. He also had severe issues with vomiting; he just couldn't keep anything down and tended to bleed.

2.) Rootstar, Flaildrizzle, and Tanglefern all feel very guilty and upset by what happened to Honeyspring's kits! Still, they, and the rest of LutumClan, saw Sweetkit's arrival as a sign of hope. However, LutumClan as a whole tends to be a tad overprotective of the only kit in the clan.

3.) About 3-ish months have passed since Honeyspring's death! Sweetkit is definitely considered LutumClan's "second chance" of sorts, but a few cats (namely Rootstar and a few others) REALLY wish Sweetkit was in the care of someone who ISN'T Bearface. They're worried that Bearface, being a former outsider who barely respects the clan code as is, will be a bad influence on her.

4.) As for the alternate outcome, let me think! I'll give you my best guesses, but destiny is mutable, so these could've easily changed!

Smallkit would grow into Smallcloud, and would become an apprentice to Tanglefern! She would be on the smaller side, but she'd be a fierce creature for sure! She'd be smart and cautious, but never a push-over.

Flailkit would grow into Flailwhisker, and would likely go on the path of becoming a queen or mediator! She'd likely be about average height and a bit on the chunkier side. I imagine her to be quiet and shy, much like Flaildrizzle, and easy to talk over. Still, she cares greatly about her clanmates, even if she's easily overwhelmed. Smallcloud would've been very protective over her in their youth.

Palekit would grow into Paleclaw, and would most certainly follow the path of a warrior! He'd idolized his aunt, Rootstar, and wanted to become a leader just like her. He's prideful and a little boastful for sure, but not intentionally. He's just very proud of his aunt being the leader, and his mom (Flaildrizzle) being the deputy, and wants to make sure everyone knows it.

Had Honeyspring's kits lived, Sweetkit's role would have also changed, but I can't say it due to spoilers!

[marymary-diva17]

Sisterhood

The omatacayia clan oloeythan eytukan and tshaik mo'at had not only been blessed with two daughters but also three daughters. A third daughter with blood from the dream walkers showed up mysteriously in the forest guarded by Thanator. The couple took her in as their child, raising her among their daughters, who loved their baby sister dearly.

Y/n " ......."You are sitting outside your family home, preparing for the day. The rest of the village seems to be going on with their day, and others are just getting ready to start their day. 

???? " Little sister."You heard your sister's voice as you turned around to face her. 

Y/n " Hello, Neytiri. It was good to see you this morning." 

Neytiri: "It's good to see you as well. I had come by to speak with our father before I went on the portal, but it seems like you are getting ready to adventure outside the village."

Y/n: "I'm attending to some matters for Mother and the healers, as they asked for some herbs, and I was able to find them."

Neytiri: " That is good, but you shouldn't be far from home. You know how Father and I feel about it."

Y/n " Yes, I know you are not the only one who worries, so those Tsu'tey and many others worry about my safety."

Neytiri: " We have the right to worry about you, as you are the youngest, and we have almost lost you as well at the hands of sky demons." Neytiri has a reference to the day Slywannie and two young boys died at the schoolhouse. That day changed everything for everyone, including you. Life was never the same. Grace and her team were exiled from the clan land for that horrible day.

Y/n " ......" 

Neytiri: " I know you are becoming your own woman and no longer that small baby our parents brought home, but I shall always worry about you."

Y/n " Speaking of becoming our adults, how is everything between you and Tsu'tey? I see how both families decided on this match when the time came."

Neytiri " I and Tsu'tey." 

Y/n " It seems like either of you wishes to follow that path of becoming mates."

Neytiri: " There is no hiding the truth from you, sister."

Y/N " Nope, so tell me the full truth, as I have seen you both standing and speaking with each other as siblings and nothing more."

Neytiri: "Tsu'tey and I have no love for each other; we just see each other as close friends. He was there for us during our sorrow and has stood in our lives."

Y/n "It's good to see you both have a close relationship, even after all these years of you both proving yourself to the clan and our families."

Neytiri: " Our feelings will never be romantic, and having a relationship based on that will not be good for any of us, even though some might push it."

Y/n " Tsu'tey mother may I guess."

Neytiri " Yes."

Y/n " Well, whatever plans you two seek to make when the time comes, I will stand by your side, and whoever you both shall love, I will support it as well."

Neytiri: " Thank you, sister. It makes me happy to know that you will always be here for me." 

Neytiri: " When the day comes, even if you have someone you wish to be with, I will stand by your side as well."

Y/n " Thank you, and I hope one day I have the chance to find love with someone who can make me very happy."

Neytiri: " You shall, my sister. I know that day will come."You smiled and laughed as Neytiri hugged you and kissed your forehead.

Y/n “ Neytiri.”

Neytiri “ What? I love you, my little sister, but if you are looking for any good mates, I know some hunters and warriors who shall be perfect for you.”

Y/N: “ You sound so much like our father right now. He has dropped some names for me as well, saying he knows of the best clan males who will suit me well.”

Neytiri: “ That sounds like him, and what about our mother?”

Y/n “ She hasn’t done that much yet but has asked some questions, here and there, like you and sempu.”

Neytiri: “ We all just love and care that all.” You hugged your sister one last time before she took off in her portal. Unknown to everyone, that day was going to change everyone's life forever, as a dream walker would come into your clan's life. Who would fall in love with your sister, and vice versa? More love would come as well. No matter what happens, you and your sister will always be close for the remaining time. 

[randomingoftherandomness]

So, about gongcest. It's unreal how gongcestuous it was, c-drama that could be easily mistaken for something from hbo. Wild wolf and arrogant wolf puppy-yandere, 27 and 17, sword and poison pls i'm getting dizzy! Shangjue recognized his little brother by the smell of his blood! Narrative insisits that they're the same person, the same force of nature, two-headed monster - whatever their personal squabbles might be, their hearts remain united as one. They remind me of same-sex incest's "adam and eve" - Dean and Sam Winchesters with their all-consuming love, us against the world mentality, and the fact that Shangjue raised Yuanzhi, being his father, brother, best and only friend, husband, commander, etc.

So on rewatch i have these headcanons, prompts, or visions, whatever you wish to call it. They're probably of a dead dove kind however i consider them canon-adjacent. First is - Yuanzhi kills pregnant Shangguag Qian and Shangjue forgives him. Basically canon setting - she and SJ had one night stand which resulted in baby whose existence gets in the way of 1) SJ killing her and 2) gong2gong3's marital bliss. SJ plans to find her later and take the kid from her to raise him in Gong household. But YZ finds her first. His motives are obviously jealousy and revenge and "she's not worthy to bring SJ's baby into the world". The abomination she's about to push out gonna be a stain on Gong clan's bloodline, not to mention it displeases YZ personally. "the fetus inside you gets you protection from everyone, even fom SJ himself... but not from me" delivered with a smirk. So YZ deals with her (something painful) and makes sure she's not open casket material. SJ can be furious or not so much, but he forgives didi, they reconcile and are stronger and more twisted than ever. Next concubine for his gege YZ will choose himself - some meek plain non-entity who will birth a son and disappear without a trace.

Second is - when SJ dies (like in canon. that was epic heroic warrior's death fitting for Gong Shangjue. he lived by sword and was destined to die by sword, his brotherwife is there to avenge and mourn him too. it's perfect. why did they revive him?) YZ decides to follow him and become the willing funerary sacrifice to him. You know like when archaeologists excavate ancient burial mound, and prince or hero who was buried there would be accompanied by slain horses, slaves and concubines? like that. Yuanzhi would calmly plan their splendid funeral, choose grave goods and design the tomb. He'd get on Shangjue's funeral pyre, swallow poison pill, lie down next to his brother, hold his hand, and give order to people to light up their pyre. And just like he wanted, he would die with his eyes open, looking at Shangjue, before the flames reach them.

Also i have vague thoughts of them drinking each other's blood in some ritual, but that's another can of worms in itself

Okay I really should be working right now and honestly, I should be more responsible about life, but hells fuck if I'm not eggs over easy for these two brothers :D Congrats Nonnie, you have reawakened my gongcest plotting

You've really hit the nail on the head about the Sam and Dean vibes. Except that this is one "Sam" who isn't about to up and leave his "Dean" unless death's cold and sweet embrace comes to bodily drag him away -- and even THEN. Yuanzhi would probably burn heaven and hell both just to lay eyes on his Shangjue one more time.

Please. Drinking their blood would totally be foreplay for these two freaks. Lord only knows that Yuanzhi would have had some experience in bleeding his Shangjue just to experiment with making antidotes/cure-alls/immunity pills that will only work for his beloved gege and no one else. Nah. I think Yuanzhi would probably take Gege's blood and use it as ink for a tramp stamp on his body. You know those mangas where they have womb tattoos on their lower abdomens for fertility or some such? I can see Yuanzhi getting one while Shangjue is off somewhere and surprising him with homecoming rumpy-pumpy that would or would not devolve into a breeding session because Gege will want to try and sow some seeds on fertile lands.

But I could also see Yuanzhi getting real pissed off when Shangjue doesn't turn down the matchmaking efforts of the family. Gege does love teasing his didi and loves it even more when his little efforts gets him deep scratches down his back and bite marks on his shoulders that he'll be feeling for days. But Yuanzhi burns with real fire. So much so that the next ambitious twit that tries to climb into gege's bed gets strung up by the neck on the front door. A clear warning.

Yuanzhi having the a meek and biddable concubine between his thighs Handmaiden Tale style while Shangjue's parking his swimmers would be so on brand with this. And when the baby is born and the concubine is paid and sent out of the valley, Yuanzhi goes full on mommy mode and everyone forgets the time where he wasn't 'furen' of the Jue manor.

Though, honestly? I think Shangjue wouldn't let the murder of Shangguan Qian slide without some measure of punishment. Brats need a bit of taming sometimes and the Zhiren won't interfere with his methods with a twenty foot poll. Oh, the servants were hearing Yuanzhi crying in the Jue Manor? Must be the wind. Ah, the butlers report that an extra order of lube needs to be delivered? Maybe Shangjue has dry hands. I see that Shangjue is asking for his next trip out the valley to be delayed, that's fair, yes, Yuanzhi is looking a little tired lately and as his gege he needs to take care of his didi so leave granted.

I had the thought of Yuanzhi and Shangjue on the funeral pyre with the soundtrack of Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars' Die With a Smile playing. Because, yeah, didi would rock up in a full on wedding gown just to lie down next to gege and die with a smile.

Keep this coming Nonnie! I love picking my brian to come up with these haha... Thank you for giving me this because now I have to go back to adulting

[sillykitty3333]

Cold Front Warrior Cats AU!!!

i wasn’t originally going to post this, but i figured “why not?”

Meet Elkfrost (Winnie) and Bearheart (Augustine)!

Doodles + a uhh. very. Long story below the cut!

(These are 2 separate drawings btw lol)

Ok so

Story time!!! (Sorry in advance ;-; I simplified it as much as i could and its still so long lol)

So Bearkit (Augustine) was born four moons before Elkkit (Winnie). When Elkkit was born they were instantly best friends, having no other kits in the nursery at the time. (Elkkit had another sibling who died during birth named Moonkit.) When Bearkit became an apprentice, Elkkit wasn’t able to spend as much time with him anymore, tending to be closer with the new kits in the nursery who were slightly younger than him.

Just before Elkkit turned 6 moons old (Bearpaw was 10), his mother, named Frostwing, died. Surprisingly, instead of seeking comfort in his younger friends, he turned to Bearpaw. Bearpaw, of course, was happy to help and glad that his best friend was talking to him again.

Soon enough, Elkkit became Elkpaw, and the two were close again, even asking their mentors to train together occasionally. [insert two teens playfighting with romantic tension.]

During training, Elkpaw really pushes ahead of Bearpaw, and passes his warrior assessment first. Elkpaw asks the clan leader, Finchstar, (who is his uncle and Frostwing’s brother) to name him Elkfrost in his mother’s memory.

Despite being friends their whole apprenticeship, Bearpaw is once again pushed aside as Elkfrost finds new friends who are also warriors. He wonders if Elkfrost only hung out with him out of convenience. (At this point he knows he probably has feelings for Elkfrost, but denies it at all costs.)

When Bearpaw finally passes his assessment and becomes Bearheart (ironic, considering he’s constantly denying his true feelings), he approaches Elkfrost after the ceremony, happy to now be on equal footing.

Elkfrost, however, does his best to ignore him. He slips and meets Bearheart’s eyes for a moment before turning away, face heating.

Bearheart takes this as rejection. If Winnie reciprocated his feelings, he wouldn’t have turned away. (When in reality, it’s only the opposite. Elkfrost loves him, but is afraid to express it.)

As the moons go by, neither speak to one other, only shooting loving glaces behind each other’s backs. Eventually, the clan deputy retires and Elkfrost is chosen as the new deputy. This time, Elkfrost is the one to approach Bearheart first. Bearheart still turns away, still sour about what happened moons ago.

A huge battle between the clans happens shortly after, Bearheart being forced to watch as Elkfrost helps lead the charge into battle.

Elkfrost gets into a tight spot during the fight, and Bearheart rushes to save him. Elkfrost yells at him. “You idiot! Now you’ve gotten yourself into this mess for me! Why?! You don’t even like me!!”

Not even thinking, Bearheart just replied with a smile, “Who said I don’t like you?”

“Wh-what?” Elkfrost blinks. “I thought-… after my deputy ceremony-“

“I didn’t want to talk to you because I was afraid. Afraid of getting my heart broken.” He shook his head. “I know you don’t like me back and-“

Another warrior jumped on Bearheart, immediately making him fall to the floor. “Bearheart!” Elkfrost screeched, before being forcefully dragged away from him.

When the battle was over, Elkfrost desperately searched through the survivors for Bearheart, only to find a circle of warriors around his body.

Bearheart died. He died without Elkfrost ever telling him that he loved him too. Sobbing, Elkfrost collapsed over his body.

He only got up when his clanmates had to prepare his body for burial. Stricken with grief, Elkfrost only stumbled away from the battlefield to lay near a cliff beside the lake.

(Oof okay, this is getting long and I doubt anyone will read this far anyways. I don’t feel like writing them out rn, but this au has 2 endings. 

Either

1. He kills himself to be closer to Augustine,

or,

2. He survives long enough to be clan leader, living a long life but never taking a mate. That spot of his heart is reserved for Augustine, and Augustine only.)

[yourstrulybluelover]

Title: Reunion (Part 3)

Pairing: Lo’ak (21) x Navi Reader (21) x Neteyam (22)

Warnings: MDNI

Contains: sexual tension, forced, dom Lo’ak, sub-reader, teasing, language.

Background: The Sullys have been away for years. They have just returned to the Forrest, not only bringing with them joy and hope but also uprooting masked feelings.

Word count: 2009 (sorry tried to shorten)

You both make your wake back to the home tree for dinner with the clan, Neteyam still by your side. He’s told you the entire family’s adventure and did not leave out details, especially about Lo’ak and Tsierya.

“So he’s engaged to his mate now?” you ask while pushing back the braids behind your ear.

“Uh, I would say they were courting but, not serious, he’s supposed to go visit her for a few days.” Neteyam explained.

“Oh.” Your heart sank, he was definitely the promiscuous type and you hated that you got yourself roped into it.

“What about you y/n, any potential suitors?” He grinned while pushing a branch aside so beckoning you to walk first.

“Me?” you chuckled “Not yet Nete, that wasn’t really on my mind.” You dipped under his arm, sending a thankful smile.

“What about you Nete? No reef girls caught your eyes?” You teased facing him as you walked backwards though the trail.

He is caught off guard but quickly replaces his shocked expression with a grin. “Forest girls are more my type, y/n”, he winked. “Especially the short ones.”

You smiled wider, your nose crinkling as you laughed at his flirtatious expression. “Really?”

“Uh-huh, I love a girl who can fly, particularly those who go on patrol duty.”

You stopped walking, still facing in his direction. He couldn’t be talking about you. Your laugh slowly faded into a look of confusion. You brows furrowed. “You like Atteya?”

“She’s not one of the best fliers.” He retorted, walking towards you.

You let out a small nervous chuckle. Surely he can’t mean you. You’ve always got his attention, but he has always treated you like his little sister.

“Nari?” you took a step back, as he continued to walk towards you.

“Ew, come on, y/n, I know you’re not that dense.”

You take another step backwards, unaware of the tree root protruding. “There are only three female fliers in the warrior tribe, Nete, unless you’re gay.” You retort sarcastically. Your next step results in you losing your balance. Your eyes widen as your hands flail in an attempt to grab onto to nearby vegetation to regain your balance. Neteyam darts toward you. His muscular arms whipped around your waist within a heartbeat. His braids cascades down his face which is mere inches away from yours.

Your hands reach up to hold his arms, firmly over his biceps to regain your balance. You feel your face get hot, as it reddens, and your mouth goes dry, trying to find words as your gaze fixates on his lips. His touch was so firm yet gentle. Your heartbeat quickens. His other hand slowly glides up from your waist to your face, then your hair. With each graze of his touch causing you to redden more. He removes a twig that was tangled in your hair. He slowly raises you up so you can stand on your feet.

“Be careful y/n, wouldn’t want to bruise that beautiful skin of yours.”

“Huh?” You’re still dazed.

“Come on”, he pats your head stepping forward, “At this pace we’ll be home after eclipse.”

What was that? Did the elder son of Toruk Makto just flirt with you? Did he hint that he was interested in you become his mate? Nah.What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself as pulled yourself together to catch up with Neteyam who was already five paces ahead. You snorted out loud, you knew him as always being hungry and always putting his stomach first.

“What” he cried out, hearing your snort.

“I forgot how important your tummy was for you!”

He chuckled, he turned his head slightly, his lips parted as if he was about to say something. He turned back towards the north of the trail, and shakes his head nonchalantly.

“I'm hungry y/n, move those little legs!”

---

At home tree you sit by Kiri who leans next to Neteyam. Kiri discusses how difficult it was for her to catch up on what she missed in the forest clan. You offer your assistance, which she gladly accepts. You look around and Lo’ak is seen at the entrance, you see him speak to another female Navi, but you can hardly recognize her. She reaches in for a hug but you see him dodge her hug, his eyes falling on you.

---

“Where did you disappear to?” you heard Nete ask over Kiri telling you about the different healing plants.

“I wanted alone time bro”

At the same time you saw Akuri, one of the clan’s youngest healers approach the table. He read beaded top matching her loincloth swaying on her hips as she seductively approached. She held a knife with beads tied around it. It looked familiar.

“Here’s your weapon Lo’ak” she winked at him, leaning over his shoulder to rest the knife in front of him, “You forgot it.” Her hand now trailing on his shoulder.

He looked up smiling at her, his eyes trailing her body and landing on her ass as she walks away.

“Oh that’s what you meant.” Neteyam laughed, nudging his brother with his elbow. “So you’re leaving Tsireya?”

“Nah bro, we decided to be opened about things while we’re still young,” Lo’ak whispers his hands now rubbing the back of his head as he is slightly embarrassed. It clicked that’s where he’s been all the time.

You do not look in their direction, afraid he might notice the slight pain rushing towards your face. You let out a huge breath in an effort to brush it off. Yeah, he was with you today. Not as if he was yours and yours alone. He was a bachelor he could do as he pleases, not like if you guys had an agreement. Not as if you thought he would only be interested in you. Anyway, you were a big girl now. You can take care of yourself. You just needed to get rid of these feelings for him and keep your head on.

You apologized to Kiri as you explained that a wave of weary had overcame you. You told everyone good night at the table and turned down the offers that both Neteyam and Lo’ak make to walk you home. The minute Neteyam offered at first Lo’ak turned to him a bit confused and slightly jealous. You smiled giving him a reassuring touch on his shoulder that you’ve been able to walk home by yourself for the years he was away. Lo’ak insited but you flat out told him no, sounding a bit harsh. You caught the attention of Nyeteri who glanced over at you simultaneously. He was taken aback himself.

As you leave the table you can feel Yenguu watching you. “Y/n, you’re heading home already, are you feeling okay?” He touches your forehead to which you flinched from his touch.

“Why are you being so touchy Yenguu?”

“I’m just checking on you.”

“Well don’t.” You huffed annoyed as you walked toward the tree trail, that led to the canopy where your hut was.

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Clouded in your thoughts of anger you do not hear the footsteps approaching behind you as you neared your hut. Someone grabs your wrist in an attempt to get your attention, you turn around swiftly your hand landing on the side of your loincloth where you had a mini knife tied.

“Whoa baby girl.”

“Ugh Lo’ak, what do you want?”

“Didn’t you hear me calling for you?”

“No Lo’ak, now what is it?” Your voice growing louder.

“Whoa, what’s with the attitude y/n, earlier you were begging me to fuck you and now you’re pissing mad at me?”

Those words cause your ears to perk up and your eyes widen, you both were still in the open and other Navis were near. You groan in frustration as you open your door, pulling Lo’ak inside.

“Could you be any louder?!”

“What? You don’t want people to know that you’re mine?”

“I am not yours Lo’ak! And I’m definitely not looking for some willy-nilly open relationship with no boundaries!”

“Willy nilly?” he snorted. “Come on y/n, don’t be like that, I like you and I know you like me, why are we punishing ourselves?” He walks forward to you and as much as you want him to scoop you up and fuck the life out of you, you also don’t want to be his toy.

His grip is strong on your waist, pulling you into him. You try to push yourself away, but his hold is strong.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left y/n. He leans in, your eyes locked. His eyes lowered to your lips before looking up back to yours, you are deep in thought as you scan his yellow orbs, filled with lust and hunger.

“Lo-ak, I don-”

Your words are cut short when his mouth crashes into yours. He sloppily kisses you, tugging on your bottom lips. You moan into this kiss as his hand reaches up to cup your breast. You feel yourself sinking into the kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck. He tugs on your bottom lip, then dominates your mouth again. Pushing his tongue into your mouth clashing with yours. The kiss grows hungrier. His hands now roaming your body as he walks forward to brace you to the wall. Your head is spinning, and the familiar heat between your legs erupts. His mouth leaves yours and races down to your neck, sucking and nipping on your tender skin. One hand cupping your breast, the other travelling towards your now-soaked loincloth. You can feel his throbbing member through his restraining loincloth as he bucks his hips into yours.

“You smell so good y/n” He presses his fingers over your sensitive bud. Your eyes widen and the most ungodly moan escapes your lips.

“Lo-ak we should stop.” You say breathlessly, not wanting this to go further without speaking to him.

“Come on mama, just let me taste you.” He whispers, his lips moving across your shoulders and back to your neck. He grabs your hand and places it over his bulge. You gasp feeling how hard he was.

“Lo-ak, you squirm, you slight try to push him off by the hips. He doesn’t budge.

“Y/n, don’t deny me.”

“Lo’ak!” You yelled now getting impatient, pushing at his shoulders.

The door yanks open. You turn to see Neteyam standing in the doorway. Shame immediately consumes you. Before you know it Neteyam yanks his brother off of you in rage.

“What the fuck bro!” Lo’ak yells.

Neteyams fists are balled up.

“What are you doing brother?!” Neteyam yells.

“Bro, why is this even your proble-”

Neteyams fist connects abruptly with Lo’ak’s jaw. It sends Lo’ak flying, he lands onto his back holding his jaw. He looks up to Neteyam and you. Confused, you’re frozen in fear and shame. He gets up wiping away the blood that is oozing down the corner of his mouth. He laughs before taking a swing at Neteyam. Neteyam dodges but misses the second swing. Neteyam stumbles backwards before regaining his balance. He then launches himself at Lo’ak pinning him down under him before punching him continuously. You yell at them to both stop.

You run towards Nete, to try and pry him off of Lo’ak but its of no use as he yells at you to stay out of it. Lo’ak manages to break free, this time pinning Neteyam under him before delivering heavy blows. They are bruised and battered before you manage to drag Lo’ak off of Neteyam in your second attempt to break them up. His smaller frame makes it easier for you compared to Neteyam who is on the bulkier side. Lo’ak reaches again for his brother before you manage to squeeze yourself in between. One arm at Neteyams neck, the other on Lo’ak’s chest. The barrier you create gives everyone enough time to catch their breath as you slowly come to terms with what just happened.

[wardencommander-surana]

thinking more about my current da2 playthrough and

not only is playing as a diplomatic warrior fem!Hawke romancing Anders tragic, but i actually managed to get all my companions to 100% friendship this playthrough. imagine being Hawke, losing her brother to darkspawn, her sister to the Wardens, her mother to a serial killer. she's ok though, because she loves all of her friends (even if they don't always get along) and they love her very much. it's very eldest sister of her.

then act 3 hits. your boyfriend is being weird, asks you to gather him some mysterious ingredients, and says his cause is more important than love to him and he's willing to die for it - that's ok, you support him unconditionally. if you help him, maybe you'll be able to overcome it together.

your dalish friend asks you to help her reason with a demon, which is already a bad idea in the first place, and you end up having to slaughter her whole clan to support her unconditionally.

your former slave friend's sister is in town, but it was actually a trap set by his former master - not only do you have to kill the slave master, but you have to watch him kill his own sister in order to support him unconditionally.

all your pirate friend has wanted since she came to Kirkwall was a new ship, and you finally have the chance to get her one - you just have to let her former slaver boss off the hook to support her unconditionally.

your weird religious friend asks you to meet with a literal spy for the church leader to convince her that there's not actually going to be some type of violent uprising (even though that is definitely what's happening and she doesn't believe you), because you support him unconditionally.

your guard captain friend is accused of being too soft on her charges, so you investigate for her. you end up slaughtering a group of discontents and her former boss, the man who once held her position, because you support her unconditionally.

you finally see your sister, whose life you thought you saved, as your city burns around you, and she's bitter. you wanted her to survive, because you loved her unconditionally, but at what cost?

your best friend in the whole world (who either had to kill his own brother or commit him to a sanitarium, depending on your act 2 choice) asks you to decide whether he should keep the very thing that drove his brother to madness, and you either have to tell him to destroy the only connection he has to his brother, or keep the idol and hope it doesn't drive him mad, but at least you're supporting him unconditionally.

and they all won't stop bickering with each other. you've worked so hard to make them happy over the past decade, and these are all the people you love the most, but they're festering with their own issues. it's almost like you're losing your family all over again.

you pushed back against templars, you helped mages escape, you saved the city from the Qunari, you're the Champion of Kirkwall, and what was it all for? your boyfriend blows up a church, the leaders of both factions turn on you no matter what, and your friends end up scattered to the winds as a direct result of your actions. by trying so hard to fix things, you've shattered them beyond repair. one second you're joking with the literal King of Ferelden about becoming Viscount, and the next, you're fleeing the city with your fugitive boyfriend, forced away from the place you've finally made home.

[blimbo-buddy]

Something I'm surprised Warrior cats never had (to my knowledge) was some Queen, or many queens leaving to become a Kittypet and taking their kits with them. The clan loses numbers, maybe suffers, and it makes this plot of if Queens should be allowed to leave/needing to be watched more/if they left they must give up their kits.

I think it's because of the pure, unfiltered pride that the Clans have instilled onto its residents that prevent the Queens (and everybody else) from leaving, well that and a plethora of other causes but I digress.

To a Queen, the Clans will be their best bet, and to an extent it makes sense. Becoming a Kittypet runs the risk of their kittens being taken away (even if some don't focus on that part and only scream and cry over the thought of their kids being Kittypets -cough- LeafStar -cough-), becoming a Loner/Rogue means you have all the freedom you want- but no guarantee of food and good shelter. There is ups and downs, pros and cons to each way of life and what matters is the choice that the cat themself would like to make. The problem is that the Clans force you to think that Clan life is the only proper choice of life, that by living any other life, you sentence yourself to forever be denied entry into heaven and Kittypets and Loners never go to heaven never ever and die immediately when they become a ghost

I think with some Queens, push will come to shove and depending on the severity of a situation, they might actually consider becoming a Loner, not a Kittypet, a Loner. Just from assumption, I'd guess that more Queens would rather become Loners/Rogues than become Kittypets, 'cause their hate for them extends that far

[strelles-universe]

Cats of the Shadowyield - Marrowfang

Name: Marrowfang

Meaning: White Furred with Biting Insults

Other Name(s): N/A

Identity: Cisgender Tom - He/Him

Orientation: Bisexual - No Leaning

Rank: Crafter

Former Rank(s): 

A surprisingly slightly lanky brown van pattered tom with ice blue eyes and slightly overgrown canines that poke out of his mouth. He’s reasonably thick coated albeit with a waterproof sheen of oil marking his status as a Shadowyield cat through and through. Marrowfang is covered in battle-marks - his right ear is torn and the top of his left appears to have been bitten off at some point. There’s a scar across his muzzle that he’s rather proud of. Ragged and poker-faced, it’s unsurprising that most cats assume Marrowfang is a guard rather than a crafter at first glance and his skills don’t do much to deter this train of thought.

Marrowfang struggled though his kithood with discomfort and irritability from the whispers surrounding him. Despite both of his parents’ consistent explanations and growing exasperation, his mother was repeatedly accused of being unfaithful to her mate and siring a cat from outside the clans. Marrowkit slowly learned to push back at the assumption that he was an affair kit just because his pelt is white - pointing out that his father has splotches of white after all - through it did little to change the clan’s perception of him.

 Irritated, Marrowpaw elected to become a craftcat training under Crowtalon when the opportunity presented itself. The dark furred tom was one of the few who didn’t participate in the rumors spreading through the camp and admittedly that was most of his motivation for becoming a crafter. There, he found himself someone to protect in the form of nervous, gentle Quiveringpaw and a best friend in the form of Willowpaw. It was a breath of fresh air to be around cats who didn’t care to speculate about his origins, that only cared to train with him. Crowtalon was a good mentor - quiet, serious and focused; everything Shadowyield admired in a warrior though resented having ‘trapped’ within the crafter’s rank.

 The chaotic energy radiated by his best friend and eventual partner-in-crime Willowpaw made his days interesting and he learned to not care about other cats’ opinions of him anymore. It surprised no-one when the two unceremoniously became mates not long after their promotions, confirming their status in a casual fashion though he pointedly doesn’t respond to prodding about kits and neither does Willowthorn. They’re not ready yet and anyone who had a problem with that could deal with it. As it is, they’ve agreed to talk about mentoring an apprentice each to get a feel for what it’s like to have kits before committing to the action as a whole.

Mentor: Crowtalon

Apprentice(s): N/A

Parents: Bogswirl (mother/deceased), Muckyowl (father/deceased)

Auncles(s): N/A

Sibling(s): N/A

Cousin(s): N/A

Nephling(s): N/A

Cousin(s): N/A

Mate(s): Willowthorn

Kit(s): N/A

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Another wonderous boy drawn by @sparkwing

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

From A Storm Comes Blood -- MOON 4

First

Previous

See the cats

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Gladekit curled up beside her father, her little tail draped over the edge of the nest. She had recovered from her bout of whitecough, however Dovewave had gotten what Minnowfur called ‘heat exhaustion,’ and it was now him who was kept in the medicine den. 

“Do you want to go play?” Dovewave asked her. His ears flickered, he could hear Flintkit playing with Rosenewt and Tuftedpaw, who had become an apprentice only a couple of days ago and was enjoying a break from her new duties.

Gladekit thought for a moment, then shook her head. She remembered how miserable she had felt when she was sick. She didn’t want her father feeling the same way.

“You know, you can just tell me when you want to spend time together,” Minnowfur joked. “I know I’m the medicine cat, but getting sick isn’t the only way we can see each other!”

Dovewave purred in response. “Oh, admit it, you’re happy I can sleep in the den with you again.”

Minnowfur rolled his, but his mouth was curled upward in a smile. 

Gladekit looked to her other father. “Can you tell me a story?”

Dovewave licked her cheek. “Which one, my dear?”

Gladekit thought for a moment. “Tuftedki–er–paw said that Sweetdapple knows a good loner story. Can you tell it?”

Dovewave shared a look with Minnowfur. Dovewave visibly swallowed.

Why?

Dovewave shuffled, not speaking for several long heartbeats. “Once, many moons ago, there was a loner named Peak. She was a beautiful golden she-cat with fur as delicate as fresh ferns and spots as white as first snow. One day, Peak bore into the world two little kits–one son, and one daughter.”

“Like me and Flintkit!” Gladekit cut in.

For some reason, Dovewave’s eyes widened at her interruption. “Er...Yes, good catch!”

“Are you sure you want to tell this story?” Minnowfur asked. He was finishing up sorting the herb piles and came to rest on Dovewave’s other side.

“She wants to hear it,” Dovewave answered. “She’ll hear it from us, or from someone like Sweetdapple.”

Minnowfur grimaced, but said nothing else.

Dovewave continued. “Peak may have been young, but she was an excellent mother. When she hunted for her kits, she brought back enough fish to feed an entire Clan twice. She had no warrior training, but she didn’t need any, because she only had to look at a fox with her best ‘don’t you dare touch my kits!’ face, and the beasts will be running away with their tails between their legs!’”

Gladekit giggled.

“But...” Dovewave’s voice fell, growing deeply serious. Gladekit leaned in, eyes wide. “...Not even someone as great as Peak could battle the worst enemy of all: nature itself. A horrible storm hit Peak’s home, sweeping her and her kits away to unknown lands. None of them could see, there was so much rain that their skin ached from it, the clouds were so dark that they couldn’t tell sky from water, and Peak was swallowing so much water, her lungs burned more and more, she was growing more and more tired.”

“What happened?” Gladekit asked. She couldn’t help but notice that Dovewave was acting a lot more solemn in his telling of this story than he normally did when he spoke of dramatic tales, but she was too distracted by the story itself to pay that detail any mind.

“Peak could hardly move,” Dovewave told her. “Her legs were so stiff that they felt as heavy as logs, and the water was sweeping her faster and faster through unknown lands. Peak was dangerously close to death, but she had only one thing on her mind: protecting her kits. Peak used every bit of the strength that was left and pushed through the waves like they were puddles, and grabbed her kits. She held them as high as she could, keeping them safe from the water while it battered at her. She focused. She had to get them to safety. She narrowed her eyes. Nothing. Only more water, until at last she spotted shore! Peak had to work against the current. Her legs didn’t want to move, and it took every bit of her will to get her limbs to kick out just once, let alone twice. But she did it. She kicked, and kicked, and kicked, until finally she made it onto the shore. She collapsed, too tired to do anything else. In the distance, she saw two toms, and heard them asking if she was alright. She knew that they were safe, that her kits would be safe with them, and so Peak let out her final breath, happy in her final moments, because she knew her darling kits would be safe.”

Gladekit stared at her fathers for a moment. “Then what?”

Dovewave blinked at her. “That’s the end.”

“But is she really dead?”

“She is,” Minnowfur confirmed.

“What do you think?” Dovewave asked. Was he holding his breath?

Gladekit frowned. “It’s stupid!” she decided. “If I were Peak, I wouldn’t have let silly water kill me!”

Dovewave gaped at his daughter. Why? It was just a story!

Minnowfur looked upset as well. “You’re a RiverClan cat, you need to learn that water can be your greatest ally and most dangerous enemy,” he said sternly. “Don’t disrespect anyone like that again, fake or not, understand?”

Why was he so mad? “But I–”

“Go see if Flintkit wants to play.”

Gladekit glared at him. “Fine!” Rising from the nest, she stormed out of the den, fur bristling along her spine.

When she had disappeared, Dovewave shook his head. “You shouldn’t have been so hard on her. She doesn’t know.”

“When should we tell her?” Minnowfur asked. 

“Tell her what? She knows she and Flintkit weren’t born in the Clan. They both do. Rosenewt’s not their real mother, and you and I can’t exactly have kits.”

Minnowfur sighed. “They’re bound to have questions one day about how we found them.”

“And we’ll tell them then.”

Minnowfur rested his chin on Dovewave’s shoulders. “I just worry that someone else will beat us to it, someone more harsh.”

“You’re too in your own head,” Dovewave told him gently. “The worst they can be told is that we’re not their first parents, and they already know that.”

“And then what? That their fathers found their mother dead on the shore, and left her there without a burial?”

“We did bury her,” Dovewave reminded him. Though Snailstar saw no point, Dovewave and Minnowfur snuck out that night to give the mother proper respects. After all, she had given them two beautiful kits. And she had to die for them to have them.

Minnowfur was silent for a bit. “Do you think she will remember this? When we tell them what really happened?”

“Why do you ask?”

“What if she’s angry that we didn’t tell her the truth–”

“We did. We told her about a heroic she-cat who died protecting her kits, and that’s exactly what happened. We can worry about telling them who those kits were another day. Until then, would you mind getting me some feverfew?”

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--Dovewave and Minnowfur deeply respect the dead mother who they found with the kits that they took in, and have come to calling her 'Peak,' to at least give her a name--something possibly decided on when they sat vigil for her.

--Of course, Dove and Minnow came across 'Peak' after she had died, and have no way of knowing her exact story. But they like to imagine that she was a wonderful mother--she did, after all, die for her kits.

PROMPTS:

--Gladekit recovered from yellowcough!

--Dovewave has heat exhaustion.

--Dove tells Gladekit a story about a loner, but Gladekit doesn't react kindly to the loner's poor luck.

[shameless-minecraft-posting]

So I talked about my OC Ari, so now we're moving to my Piglin OC, Ignacia. Ignacia is a piglin huntress from one of the many nomadic Piglin clans. The Piglins once had a great empire that reigned over the Nether, however, a number of factors contributed to the empire's downfall...a story for another time perhaps. The important thing is that many Piglin groups scattered into countless clans, and a number of bastion settlements.

Ignacia and her younger brother Caderyn were born into Clan Tulumbo, a decent sized clan of hunters that have territory in a crimson forest biome. Their father was Azar and mother was Nuria. However, Nuria was originally of another clan. This becomes important as we examine the clan's values and Ignacia's personality.

Clan Tulumbo is a particularly brutal clan. It is worth saying that not all clans are like this. There are many clans with many different ideals and ways of life. But Clan Tulumbo are survivalists and they do not stand for any perceived weakness. Their children are pushed from a young age to rely on themselves and learn to use weapons. They are shown little care or compassion. However, Nuria is from Clan Madriiska. They place an emphasis on matriarchs and mothers. So Nuria chose to raise her children with the values of her clan, despite the other clan members accusing her of coddling them.

Ignacia and Caderyn were still raised as hunters and warriors, just like their mother and father. From a young age they learned how to track prey, stalk undetected through the first, and how to fight. Ignacia was skilled with a crossbow, while her brother took to melee combat. The small family had each other but it was impossible to ignore the fact that they were looked down upon by the rest of the clan.

Occasionally, the clan would raid a nether fortress for supplies. However, these fortresses were guarded by wither skeletons and blazes, the constructs of bone and fire. On one fateful raid, their parents would meet their end. The clan deemed that Ignacia and Caderyn were old enough to fend for themselves. (Ignacia was the Piglin equivalent of 10, while Caderyn was the equivalent of 5). So Ignacia vowed to protect her brother.

Ignacia did her best to protect and raise her brother, but the two were often victims of isolation and mockery by their clanmates. And this ate away at Caderyn, who wanted to prove himself. As he grew older he rejected his sister's help and care, getting increasingly frustrated with her. Ignacia was hurt but still felt a sense of duty to her brother, so she persisted.

Years passed, and the two grew into adulthood. Caderyn had rejected his sister completely, in favor of their clanmates, though Ignacia still would not turn against her brother. Caderyn however, was determined to change their fates. He would challenge their clan's leader, in a bid for the title. Caderyn proved his strength and would take the title. Among his first acts as clan leader, he would exile Ignacia. Exile is something Piglins consider to be the worst fate. To be clan-less is a shame.

Ignacia would wander the Nether, unsure of where to go. She came across an ancient battlefield from long ago, with golden armor and weapons to scavenge. At the center of the old battlefield, stood a flickering nether portal. Piglins see the Nether portals as things of misfortune and pestilence, things that once brought invaders to their land and lead to a cursed place that causes them to rot. Most would avoid the portal, but Ignacia felt like she had nothing to lose. The portal may not have had much power but it had enough to pull Ignacia through.

On the other end, she discovered a sprawling field, illuminated by sunlight. It was nothing like she had ever seen before. However, she was suddenly wracked with pain and collapsed. When she woke up, she realized that her flesh had begun to rot away on her body. Every sensation felt numb and almost distant. She had become what her people feared most. However, it didn't feel as devastating as she had expected. She decided that she would explore this new world for as long as her rotting form would allow.

[radioactivewashingmachine]

Dearest greetings my friend!

I hope my last letter found you well enough! That courier was super shady. He only would take Spanish silver dollars as payment! Granted, you know I keep all sorts of currency on me, but it still surprised me.

I'll be traveling to someplace nicknamed the Siren's Wildwood next, so if you don't hear from me after this, I've finally met my end! Though as I said in my last letter, I'll tell you about my travels to a little village named Enomé on the coast of the Urléan sea. These people had never seen a person like me, nor had a traveler visit them in centuries apparently. The elders of the town were extremely hospitable, offering food and wine, celebrating around a bonfire unlike what I've seen in a decade. They sang songs that took me a few minutes to understand! I know what you're thinking, how did it take you minutes?! Well, I'll tell you. They sing their songs in a completely different language than their spoken one. I'd say it's similar to the northern Fzelik people of the steppes, but far more guttural. Oh shoot. You probably haven't a clue what I'm talking about. It's not important anyway.

The people of the village gave me an unused plot of land to camp on, and allowed me to learn about their day to day life. You know me though. I was here because of a myth. I found a text in Arx Principium about a single conscripted Elical Kingdom warrior from this tiny village turning the tide of a war all by himself. In this war, the former Arx Empire was at war with just about everyone, and no one could stand up against them. For the record, do not go to Arx Principium if you can help it. They are fanatically religious, speciest, racist, and have a holy war every other year. They're insane. But I digress.

This warrior broke the Arx Empire's front line and cut a swath of death all the way to the emperor, all by himself. The lone warrior fought for days, pushing towards the retreating emperor. Blades and arrows bounced off his minimally armored body, and he never tired, eventually cutting down the emperor in front of Arx Principium's main gate before dropping to his knees and dying. So what does this have to do with this tiny village? The Jagged Blade and the Ritual of Stone Blood. I know, I'm basically hunting a myth about the age of written history itself. Except I met someone who lived through it. Lucinda. Good woman or lich actually. Looks alive though. She's an odd one. Her husband is a warlock and they kind of run an orphanage together. That's a whole letter in and of itself that I'll have to write sometime later.

So she pointed me to this old village and told me to become a citizen if I wanted to see the ritual and Jagged Blade firsthand. So, I stayed with them for a few months, learning all about them and trying my best to integrate with them. You know, I've never seen a collective group of people so graceful and gentle in their movements. When they dance, it's even more pronounced, which I wouldn't have thought to be possible.

One night, around three months in, the village elders met me at the entrance and asked me what I was there for, to which I stated honestly that I wanted to become a citizen of the village.

The whole village came out and voted on it in secret, then told me it was a unanimous yes.

This entire time there was one massive building I hadn't stepped inside. I assumed it was a temple, yet I never saw anyone enter to worship.

I was not prepared for the beauty inside.

The murals inside this temple are HUGE. They show the entire history of their clan, including the lineage of each member. Best of all, it's all lit by MAGIC LIGHTS. So, here I am, absorbing all the murals in, when I see the chief point to a stone seat and an altar holding a jagged stone knife. The blade was shaped like a lightning bolt, had a cloth wrapped around as a handle, and appeared to be made out of something like granite. Now, I know you're squeamish, so I'll gloss over as much as I can, but they sliced open my hands with this incredibly sharp stone blade and then had me rest my bleeding palms on the altar. The pain was gone before my hands came into contact with the slab. My body grew colder, and I felt much heavier. They all watched as I stumbled to my feet and came to my senses.

I knew I was different. Changed, but still me. Everything I do now has more weight to it. I understand why they're so graceful if everyone feels this same weight.

A few days after the ritual, I decided to run tests to see what has changed.

This Ritual of Stone Blood literally turns your blood into something thicker than normal, and your skin and body hardens with it. My blood is far thicker when it's flowing in my veins, but as soon as it's exposed to the air, it turns into a super hard stone. The effort I went through to draw my blood was beyond excessive. Scientifically speaking, fascinating.

It's crazy, I know. I don't know if I could believe it myself without seeing it happen. Besides those changes, I noticed a few others, and none of them are bad. I eat less, don't get cuts or at least need a LOT of force to cause one, don't need to sleep like I used to yet still can sleep like normal if I want. It's truly fascinating!

I pray all is well with you and your family, and if you don't hear from me again, the Siren's Wildwood has beaten me!

[d4rksplash]

okay now that i've recovered enough to summarize: this is Silentspot, the cleric and main executioner of AbandonedClan. (longass summary below the cut)

his troubles started as soon as he was born. his mother Blizzardnettle had him and his sister at the worst possible time: just after she became a warrior, right when her mother Hailthroat (the cleric) started to go senile, and directly before she was appointed deputy. she wasn't exactly the best parent. on top of that, AbandonedClan was slowly dying out, with only two families remaining on the old territory. Lowstar and Blizzardnettle were both incredibly young and inexperienced, and no cat could reach their starry ancestors. Silentpaw was pushed into the medicine den after having visions of a dead cat... but after a fall that should have been fatal, he found out the hard way that he wasn't from StarClan.

it's now occurring to me that he's basically bootleg Shadowsight but it's fine it's whatever lol

anyway Lowstar finds him, and Silentpaw's great-grandfather Thistlestone makes a deal with them. since the cats of StarClan have turned their backs on the living, he'll take pity on them and make a deal. AbandonedClan will live on as long as Lowstar and Silentpaw sacrifice half the Clan to him every year. starting right now. taking the deal is the world's worst idea, but Lowstar and Silentpaw are two panicking, starving teenagers who don't know what Thistlestone will do if they refuse. that night, they channel Thistlestone's spirit and kill five randomly-chosen cats, including Hailstone, Blizzardnettle and Lowstar's beloved father Liondew.

nobody comes out of this okay. Lowstar does his best to distance himself from other cats, knowing what he'll have to do to them, while the newly-named Silentspot becomes extra protective of his sister Pigeonghost, the only family he has left. Pigeonghost has three daughters, and he becomes just as protective of them. and then he has to kill all of them, save for one of the daughters. Lowstar (who's had to kill a LOT of his own family members at this point) helps to bring him out of his trauma, and the two realize that they're all each other have. they become mates. aaaaaand Lowstar dies.

Lowstar's uncle Honeyears becomes the new leader, appointing Silentspot's sole surviving niece as his deputy. Lowstar loved his uncle more than anything, and Silentstorm realizes that he can't let Honeystar be corrupted by Thistlestone. on the night of the yearly sacrifice, Silentstorm kills Honeystar. Thistlestone accepts his nine lives as separate sacrifices, and Tremblemask (who's already been corrupted by the Dark Forest) becomes leader. Tremblestar absolutely sucks at her job. she and a kittypet have two kits, neither of whom live to become warriors and both of whom are taken by Thistlestone-- it seems that any cat who doesn't die by sacrifice is doomed to roam the Dark Forest forever. Silentspots finds another mate, another cleric named Gullrise who happens to be Lowstar's ex, but since she makes Silentspot happy you can guess she doesn't last long (she dies to yellowcough, and therefore goes to the Dark Forest).

many years and many sacrifices pass, and eventually Tremblestar's foolishness leads to the Clan being left without prey for moons on end. Thistlestone is desperate to keep Silentspot, the only cat who can channel him, alive, and sacrifices half the Clan early so Silentspot won't starve. Silentspot is left alone in a Clan full of kittens, and though he does his best, most of them die before earning their warrior names. he realizes how badly he was played by Thistlestone, and accepts that he'll rot in the Dark Forest for his actions. but he wants to save someone...

he brings home two kits just before the ninth sacrifice, born from a fling with a former Clancat who died giving birth. he convinces his great-grandfather that his daughter Comfreykit can channel Dark Forest cats, and offers himself up as the final sacrifice. with his death, he and Thistlestone are trapped in the Dark Forest forever. Rainbowstar, the last leader AbandonedClan, raises Comfreykit and her brother Beechkit. Their life from there on out isn't perfect, but at least they won't have to live through the same horrors as Silentspot.

this is leaving out a LOT of subplots but that's the long and short of it! here are a couple reference pics ^^

Lowstar

Thistlestone

Blizzardfreckle

Hailthroat

Pigeonghost

Liondew (i was REALLY hoping he wouldn't die but he got sacrificed right off the bat </3)

Honeystar

Tremblestar

Pearlypaw and Scalepaw (Tremblestar's sisters)

Gullrise

Asterkit and Weedpaw (Tremblestar's first two hell children)

Rainbowstar

Comfreykit

Beechkit

did a ClanGen challenge very loosely based on the tar pit concept; basically every year the leader and cleric had to sacrifice half the clan. it ended at moon 96 and i am NOT okay </3 long story short this lil fella can fit so much suffering in him

[charcarts]

Some warrior cat ocs i touched up/made for last week’s wcotw on twitter! Nightfrost and Sunspark are senior warriors of Shadowclan and Thunderclan, respectively, with Sunspark being deputy of thunderclan. They have a sapphic childhood friends ->rivals -> enemies kinda vibe going on...

(what’s a warrior cats oc but a watered down fursona-)

[dantakeyoman]

You and Kiri Overhear Lo’ak Giving Neteyam Advice On How To Ask You Out (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: fluffy fluff, Neteyam is adorable, Lo’ak and Kiri duo strike again, all this is based on this one tik tok sound that I heard that was SO adorable, and it screamed Neteyam

“I’m telling you, that boy is obsessed! I’ve never seen someone pine over another so much,” Kiri laughed, giving you a playful shove.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better. If he liked me as much as you said, he would’ve said something already,” you playfully rolled your eyes, waving your friend off.

You two had just finished healing lessons with Mo’at, and were now on your way back to the Sully tent to hang out with the boys.

Kiri was swearing up and down that the feelings you had for Neteyam were very valid and very mutual, but you weren’t buying it.

Neteyam was a warrior, a Sully, a future Olo’eyktan.

You were just a simple girl who wanted to become a simple healer.

In your eyes, there was nothing special about you. You weren’t the best hunter, singer, or dancer.

So why would he ever like you?

A romantic relationship with Neteyam was a pipe dream. And to keep from getting hurt, you reminded yourself of this fact over and over again.

 “Well, my brother may not look it, but he’s an idiot. And a shy one at that. But that shyness and idiocy is alllll for you,” Kiri teased, giving you a few pokes in the stomach.

“Quit it!” you laughed, frantically shoving her hands away.

That was your tickle spot.

“You’re crazy! I could never say that!” a familiar voice exclaimed from inside a nearby tent.

You and Kiri quieted your giggles, turning to each other in confusion before moving closer to the home, peeking through a small tear.

“Shut it! Do you want the whole clan to hear?!” Lo’ak harshly whispered, shushing his older brother.

Neteyam.

“I’m sorry, but that’s far too bold. I’ll scare her away,” Neteyam dismissed, resting his hands on his knees, which were sat criss-cross.

Her?

You felt a piece of your heart break, and tears well in your eyes.

They were talking about a girl. One who Neteyam seemed fond of.

“We should go. It’s rude to listen in,” you whispered, your voice small and slightly broken.

Why were you feeling this way?

A lump in your throat seemed to grow larger and larger every time his words replayed in your head.

You had tried to push away your feelings, but at the first mention of another girl, it was made perfectly clear that you could not hide emotions so intense.

And Kiri was quick to pick up on this.

“Now hold on a minute. Let’s hear the rest,” she held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

Little did the two of you know, Lo’ak had heard every word you said, and was now going to make it his mission to put on a show for Neteyam’s girl outside.

He knew his brother was a painful over-thinker, and would never make the first move on you.

So why not give him a little push?

“Okay, so what do you want to tell her then?” Lo’ak started again with a sigh, giving his brother tired eyes.

Neteyam groaned, raking a nervous hand through his braids. “That’s the problem. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Girls love compliments. So you gotta compliment her. Tell me a feature of (y/n)’s you like,” Lo’ak smiled, hopefully talking loud enough so you could hear

“Her eyes. They’re so big and beautiful, and have such a pretty, yellow color to them. I want to tell her this, but how should I?” Neteyam asked again.

“Just say it, bro. Walk up to her, flash her a nice smile, then say, Hey, (y/n). Did anyone ever tell you your eyes are beautiful?” Lo’ak demonstrated, making a Neteyam face at the last part.

You blushed so hard you thought you might burst.

Neteyam felt this way...about you?

“See, there you go again. You may be able to say that, but I cannot. I do not......I do not have your confidence,” Neteyam looked down at himself, hanging his head.

This was pathetic.

He needed to get help from his baby brother in order to talk to you.

He had faced his Iknimaya, Sky People, even his angry dad. But talking to you was scarier than all of those three things combined.

Lo’ak gasped, abruptly standing up from his seat. “You have loads to be confident about, bro! Just look at you.”

He smirked, walking over to his brother and giving him a firm pat on the back.

“You’re a strong warrior, a skilled hunter, and a killer with a bow and arrow. Not to mention you have the devilishly good looks of us Sully men. You’re the whole package, dude.”

Neteyam slightly smiled, thankful for his brother’s praise, but still on the fence about all this.

Lo’ak sighed, sitting down in front of the nervous boy.

“Let’s try something else. Why don’t you tell me what you like about her face? Her lips? Her hair? The way she braids her hair? What about-?” “I love all of it, okay!” Neteyam interrupted, unable to take this anymore. 

“I can’t pick one thing to like because they all are perfect to me. She is perfect to me. But I cannot just walk up to her and tell her this because what if she does not feel the same. I’d have poured my heart out, only for it to spill on the floor.”

Damn. 

Lo’ak had no idea his brother could be so poetic.

Sure, it would make him want to barf if anyone else had said it. But this was his brother, and he was happy for him.

Lo’ak smirked, realizing the trap he just led Neteyam in and giving his mental self a high-five.

Mission Accomplished.

Meanwhile, you were practically about to faint.

Your long time crush had just professed his love for you loud and proud.

And while you were over the moon with this news, Kiri’s I told you so face was starting to get on your nerves.

“C’mon. Let’s go before we get caught,” you whispered, getting ready to tip-toe away.

“You ladies can come in now!” Lo’ak cockily announced, you and Neteyam turning as pale as ghosts.

Shit.

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[gloryy-vs]

i’m so glad that you’re taking requests bcause your writing is scrumptious 😮‍💨🫶 i love it! ik you’ll do this request more than justice.

if it’s alright with you, could you do some neteyam x omatikaya!reader? basically, they’ve been friends ever since they were little kids. they would always hold hands, hug each other, and would sometimes even kiss each other’s cheek and it was all innocent. but ever since neteyam successfully finished iknimaya and y/n gave him a celebratory kiss on the cheek, he starts seeing her differently. he starts to avoid her bcause he feels different about her, and he doesn’t know how to explain it. y/n thinks that the reason he ignores her is bcause he’s busy with his duties as the future olo’eyktan so she tries her best to not mind it. neteyam sees that y/n is doing ‘fine’ without his company and it drives him crazy. one day it gets too much after seeing y/n almost spend the entire day with tarsem and not even spare a glance at neteyam, so he confronts her and she hugs instinctively since it used to always calm him down, and that’s when he confesses 💗 whether you write this or not, i’m still excited to see more of your content argh, lots of love xoxo

|| AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH. Literally wrote one drabble and y’all makin me kick my feet n shii 🤭 I GOTCHU. not proof read so please spare me!

characters: neteyam x omatikaya!reader

rating: SFW , angsty , fluff , jealous neteyam , oblivious reader

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During his ceremony you couldn’t help but smile cheesily, so proud of your dearest friend for coming and training so hard for this long. Especially with how his father can be, very demanding but in a loving way. Ever since you were two were young, he was always amazing at hunting, combat and being a brave warrior. Now he’s really made it. As the ceremony wrapped up, the Na’vi circling around Neteyam chanted, welcoming their upcoming Olo’eyktan. The easier way to describe a ceremony like this was a ‘coming of age’ event. There you were, by his side with your tail swishing in joy.

He stepped down, bowing his head in respect to the people around him, making his way to you. You beat him to it, basically punching in his arms as he picked you up, his arm muscles tensing and becoming more visible.

“You did it Teyam! I’m proud of you.” You said, giving his a big kiss on the cheek as a congrats. Pulling back, you gave him a big smile, your eye creasing towards the ends from how exicted you were. At first glance you couldn’t tell who’s ceremony it was from how happy you both were.

Then there was a cold shift, Neteyam gently unwrapped his arms from around your waist and let you feet touch the ground. He looked you in the eye, before getting lost in them, and lost in the feeling washing over him. His face contorted, like he was confused. Looking at you again with those big amber eyes, he smiled curtly. “Thank you, but I expect my dad to really push me. Til I break basically.” He said, playing the end off as a joke.

Covering your mouth while you giggled, your sentence was interrupted before it even started, by Jake and Neytiri waving their son over to speak with a desperate group. Neteyam turned to you and sighed, bowing his head down in annoyance. You understood though. Or at least you thought you did as he walked away without saying anything. Your ears flattened for a brief moment before you realized it may have been due to his new upcoming responsibility.

..

Days turned into weeks and Neteyam hasn’t said a word to you. That was an exaggeration. Few words were exchanged but you two haven’t had a good conversation in a while. Ever since that ceremony, he’s always been around his father, or training with some of the clans strongest warriors. That’s what you thought. You sat atop a tree, lost in your confusing thoughts. Lying is easy, but lying to yourself is the hardest. You cant convince yourself that it doesn’t hurt, you definitely have strong feelings for Neteyam, and wish to support him. Being alone is taking a toll on you especially since you two grew up attached to the hip. You didn’t want to get in his way, it would be better to distract yourself.

Making your way back to the clans new home, Tarsem waved you over graciously. He was a strong hunter and warrior, a very loyal one at that. “Ay, we brought in fresh meat from a hunt today, come and eat before it is gone.” He said with a thick accent, basically pulling you over to the rationed food. You were pretty hungry, so you crouched down, finding a spot for yourself in the circle. Tarsem crouched beside you. He grabbed a thick, hearty leaf and placed sturmbeest meat atop of it along with some other delicacies. He handed it over to you with a nod.

“Eat, eat. You must eat to be strong.” He said encouragingly, gripping your shoulders innocently and grabbing a share for himself. You two began to engage in conversation, eating while doing so. What you failed to notice was a pair of eyes staring right into your soul. He was angry, but more so with himself. Neteyam knew he was avoiding you due to his feelings. How would he confess? You two grew up together, giving each other kisses yet that one kiss after the ceremony made his heart ache for you. It wasnt fair to you, and now for him to be jealous. He scowled, stuffing his face with the last of the hunted meal and tossing the leaf to the ground in front of him. Neytiri glanced down at her son, following where his eyes were trained on. She knew very well about the connection you two had, and often spoke to Jake about it. It was a connection blessed by Eywa.

Neytiri nudged her son, catching his attention before nudging him towards you nonchalantly. Neteyam sighed, rubbing his face in his hands anxiously before standing up. He cracked his knuckles, a nervous tic of his. He walked around the circle making his way behind you, seeing your shoulders shake from innocent laughter in the conversation before he gently touched your shoulder. You whipped your head around, wiping your mouth before making eye contact. “Teyam? What is it?” Tarsem turned away, not minding the interruption.

“Come with me. I…need to talk to you.” He said. You found it off that he just now wished to speak to you, was he finally pushing you away? Telling you that the friendship was over? Getting up, you followed your best friend outside and as he turned around, he wrapped his arms tightly around you. “You won’t even look at me? What was that about? We grow up together, yet you can’t-.” You stopped him, pulling your bodies close together. Neteyam stopped, his breathing slowing down again. He didn’t even realize he got so upset. Though he realized it was a bit hypocritical. “I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s not your fault. I cant even be mad. My feelings for you grew to be more than I thought they could be…”

Your tail represented how happy you really were, swaying around quickly. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you spoke timidly, “I thought you were mad at me, or just busy with training.” He immediately let go, grabbing your shoulders but keeping you close to his face. “I could never be mad at you. Ever since that kiss at the ceremony, I just felt differently about you. You were the biggest supporter I had, more than a best friend. It all hit me at once.” He said, his eyes baring into yours.

You cupped his face. “What are you trying to say? Tell me it’s what I think it is..” You said while looking at his lips, then meeting his eyes. He repeated the action, noticing how close you two have gotten in a matter of minutes. Neteyam closed the space, pressing his soft lips against yours and refusing to break away until he needed a breath.

You slipped away first, “Tell me Teyam..” You whispered, giving him another kiss and smiling into it.

“I’m saying I love you. Oel ngati kameie..” He said, brushing the hair from your face gently. A smile spread across your face.

“I see you, Neteyam.” You uttered the words, caressing his face before you two shared another kiss.