#swiftfang

[c-animates]

"Stop trying to adopt people you meet in the wastelands! MADORO!" -SwiftFang

[sherlocktheravencat]

Swiftfang

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

I really love the "Tigerstar is Swiftpaw's dad" AU. It doesn't change that much storywise, but it just makes it really tragic with Tigerstar sending the dogs that kill him and him wanting to prove himself.

To be honest I really thought for the longest time he WAS Swiftpaw's dad.

God... Tiger spying on Gatherings and not seeing Swiftpaw there. Overhearing apprentices gossip.

"Did you hear what happened to Brightpaw? I hope she doesn't get an infection."

"Better than what happened to Swiftpaw."

But... What happened to Swiftpaw? Where was he? Was he hurt?

Tigerstar getting his 9 lives and seeing his son standing in the crowd, glaring at him with a look that chokes him. He sees the glittering scars and puts 2 and 2 together. That was his son, his baby, his precious boy so full of potential and life and so stubborn and proud. Why was he not given a name? Why did Bluestar treat his son like this? She gave a name to the bastard kittypet child, but denied his son? She's to blame of course, not him, he would have named him Swiftstrike or Swiftfang, something respectable and powerful. His son... Sitting there with his other lost child, lost so young, they both look so unhappy...

Seeing Swiftpaw amongst his own victims as he keeps dying over and over again. Begging them each time to help him. Help me Swiftpaw, please, please, you love me, I'm your father you need to do something you need to save me please Swiftpaw please don't let me die I'm your papa I love y

Watching his other sons, another child of his lost too young, Tadpole was so much like him too, fearless and strong.

Comparing Hawkfrost to Swiftpaw in the horrible way that parents do. Come on Hawkfrost that was sloppy, Swiftpaw had that technique down and never left apprenticeship, you'll avenge me and your brother, Firestar was deputy he could have said something, it would have saved your brother's life.

Seeing Swiftpaw during the Great Battle giving a blessing to Firestar. Realizing he gave Firestar a life and just... Losing it. Firestar stole his son from him, and let him die, and his perfect son still gave him a life?! Why?!

Oh it all just goes perfectly.

Although... It does give Tigerstar the widest family tree EVER.

Lynxkit, Swiftpaw, Brambleclaw, Tawnypelt, Tadpole, Mothwing and Hawkfrost. Oof, gift giving events have gotta be a nightmare.

[warriors-reshuffled]

In honor of Valentine’s Day, here are a list of ships I’m planning to include in my rewrite. Feel free to send asks about them.

Brokenstar x Blackfoot

Goldenflower x Moonclaw(Tigerclaw)

Lionheart x Frostfur + Whitestorm

Moss-shine(Mosskit) x Willowpelt

Silverstream x Sandstorm

Greypaw(Greystripe) x Barley

Cloudtail x Brightheart

Swiftfang(Swiftpaw) x Ferncloud x Snowdrop

Wolfstep(Brambleclaw) x Rowanclaw

[lshark-cs]

Iron God Chapter 48 [Azvalath]

It seemed eternity came and went before anything in the world moved.

    Kolo's small hands clung to him. Azvalath lay there and tried to shield her, even though he knew they were both already shattered. He felt as if he'd failed even though they'd slain their mark. He'd dealt with terror and agony and defeat far beyond this, but this still felt worse, if for no other reason than his sister under the Iron God getting caught up in his living nightmare.

    Even if he deserved all of this, she didn't. She couldn't possibly. It wasn't fair. His mind wailed those words like a hurt child. It's not fair, it's not fair...

    It must have been shortly before dawn when Jai-Lag's heavy paw prodded at his head. Her claws raked through his tangled hair. The sensation startled him enough to bring a second wind. He sat up. She nuzzled her head into his chest. Then she pushed her face into Kolo's side. When she sat up, Azvalath choked up at the look in her eyes.

    She looked empty. Like a doll. Like a corpse that couldn't stop breathing.

    Somehow, she still stood up before he did. Azvalath shook his head. If she could get up and walk now, he certainly had to as well. He forced himself to his feet and made eye contact, wondering if he looked as hellish as she did.

    Jai-Lag circled around them once and then blazed ahead. He and Kolo followed the sabretooth cat. If she felt anything at all, it was mercifully invisible. Azvalath tried to focus on one step at a time. He stared at his feet for the most part. His boots dug their prints into the snow with barely any input from his tired mind.

    At some point, a harsh cold wind blasted salt mist into their faces. Azvalath's dark hair whipped back. The snow mixed in with swirls of coarse sand. A wave crashed against the shore, surging up to mere inches from his aching feet and nearly soaking his toes. He barely managed to flinch back.

    Kolo crouched in the sand and picked up a handful. The grains flowed through her shaky fingers and scattered with the wind.  Azvalath stared up at the gray sky, then out at the gray water. The world seemed so colorless.

    He sat down with Kolo. "Do you really think there are fish as big as houses out there?"

    She barely even seemed to notice he'd spoken.

    Then he looked over and saw Jai-Lag batting at a large crab like a kitten with a ball. It waved its claws and tried to fend her off. She chirped and flipped it onto its back. Its legs flailed in the air. Then she flipped it back over. It scuttled into the water. She leaped after it. Azvalath couldn't help but smile.

"I want to go home!"

Kolo's sudden plea startled Azvalath. He turned and saw her drawing something in the sand. Her finger moved with frantic speed, sweeping a trail in the shape of her eagle.

"We'll go home," Azvalath reassured, more for himself than for her. "We'll make it back and we'll be safe."

Kolo kept talking as if she hadn't heard him. "Mother Swiftfang, I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I'm not your miracle and I don't regret it." She moved her hand off to the side and sketched a jagged-looking wolf or dog, he wasn't certain. "Linn, I command thee – kill, devour!"

Kolo's tears dripped tiny craters into the sand. She gave the dog's image a hideous grin. Then she clutched at the lightningfisher tooth on her necklace.

Azvalath blinked. Was she trying to tell him her story, in whatever way she could right here and now? She had to be. His heart raced. Fond as he'd grown of Kolo in their time together, he still didn't even truly know who or what she was. Only how the masters had been direly clear – she must come to Styzia alive.

He looked back out at the muted gray sea and wondered if he really would have been expelled or executed for killing Kolo instead of bringing her back alive. It felt bizarre still they'd told him that. He supposed there was no way or need to know now, because Kolo was here with him now, alive. But their marks...

Azvalath shuddered. He tried to push the dread from his mind. It was absurd. Why would they punish him for these targets' deaths? He hadn't been specifically ordered to retrieve them. He wouldn't have wanted to retrieve Slaaek in any case, but Dras – still, descendants of the Iron God died at the hands of their ascended brethren far more often than anyone liked to admit. His thoughts spiraled and then he cracked.

"Is this what you want, Vraelen?" He screeched into the bitter wind. "Why? Why would you want any of us to die?"

The water churned and smoothed itself flat. Azvalath squinted. Then his eyes shot wide open as a huge serpentine head broke the surface.

After what had unfolded since Azvalath had seen him last, Sothyrion seemed almost like an ill omen.

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[the eve that seems so heavy now]

    Azvalath had always found it difficult to sleep through the night. The night before he left for his assignment was even worse than usual. The pressure threatened to crush him inside. He'd excelled at so many past assignments, especially the ones he took alone, but the stakes had never been this high. The masters put so much faith in him, and for perhaps the first time he wondered if it were all misplaced.

    He sat on his bed wide awake and stroked the sabretooth cat. His eyes were achingly dry; anxiety kept him from even blinking. Jai-Lag was asleep, but he spoke to her anyway. "Do you think the masters really mean what they said?"

    She didn't stir. Such was the blessing of feline apathy.

    "Who's going to pet you while I'm gone?" he teased. "No more scratches for the true queen of Styzia  – wouldn't that be tragic?"

    She cracked one eyelid open the tiniest slit.

    He chuckled. "So you can hear me."

    Jai-Lag chuffed and shut her eyes again.

    Azvalath felt even more restless all of a sudden. Unable to bear it any longer, he got up and threw his door open. The dark hall smelled like fresh-baked bread. Lalek had to be anxious too, then. He kept moving.

    Master Xigon's study door was slightly ajar. Azvalath could hear him panting. Curious, he pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him left him stunned. Xigon had taken a frame and bar from the training armory and was doing pull-ups. His shirt was off and his torso glistened with sweat. From the looks of it, he'd been at this for at least half an hour. Azvalath let out an awkward chuckle.

    "You should be resting." Xigon didn't pause his exercise.

    Azvalath felt a strange warmth and tightness in his chest. "So should you."

    The master let out a small laugh. "Fair point." Xigon let himself down from the bar and settled back in his wheelchair. His scar-etched arms trembled with strain. Azvalath caught himself staring. He supposed he shouldn't, but he didn't want to look away. 

His fascination turned to horror in an instant when he noticed the massive, horrible scar that covered most of the master's abdomen. It looked as if he'd been splashed with molten metal.

    Xigon noticed his expression. "This scar is far older than you, Azvalath. What do you need?"

    "I...um," Azvalath faltered all of a sudden. "I was looking for the pull-up frame."

    "Sure you were." Xigon crossed his legs. "While you work the nerve up to tell me what you really need, would you do me a favor and let Master Qila know I need more pain relief?"

    Azvalath nodded and turned to leave. "Right away."

    He went upstairs and found Master Qila's door open. Her study was empty. The fire was still going. She must have left in a hurry. He turned around and went back downstairs. That was when he heard a horrid, spine-chilling sound.

    Azvalath ran to the bluehole chamber. Master Qila knelt there by the water's edge. Sothyrion's huge head rested beside her, golden-yellow eyes squeezed shut and mouth slightly open, wheezing with a harsh sickly rattle. The old woman looked over her shoulder. "You should be asleep."

"Master Xigon said the same." He shrugged. "Could you get him more pain relief?"

"In the morning." Qila turned back to Sothyrion and stroked his head tenderly. The bluehole spirit leaned into Qila's touch like a small child seeking comfort.

Azvalath came closer. "What's he doing here?"

"He's my son. The last of my blood-children still living." Qila sounded on the verge of tears. "It was on this night some thousand years ago that we lost his father, and we miss him terribly."

Azvalath shook his head, baffled. "Sothyrion is your son? How?"

"Mine and Vraelen's." Qila patted Sothyrion's massive head. "No, he wasn't always this big. He can't make himself any smaller now, not with how sick he is."

Sothyrion's eyes shot wide open and he coughed. A dark fluid with a metallic sheen spilled out of his mouth and nostrils. The godling's eyes beheld him with what looked like horror, as if he were the immense one.

"Sothyrion, child – I'll need you to do something for me soon," Qila whispered. "Help Azvalath start his search. Ensure his safe passage. That's all I ask."

Sothyrion's eye leaked cold tears.

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[now we meet again]

Now was a terrible time for ill omens.

Now Sothyrion looked down at Azvalath as if he were small. Though it seemed more fitting, he hated the condescension.

"Come, little ones." Sothyrion's finned tail flicked up through the waves. "I will ensure your safe passage."

Azvalath clenched his fists. "Like Qila asked you to back then, but you didn't?"

Kolo grabbed Azvalath's wrist. Her head hung low and she sobbed. "I want to go home."

    Before Azvalath could protest, she pulled him in with her.

    They emerged on a rocky shore just as gray, apart from a campfire crackling amidst the cobbles. The others awaited them.

    Channei grabbed Kolo in a tight embrace. "Shh. You're safe now."

"Hey, kittycat." Rizval patted Azvalath on the back. "Glad you made it back." Azvalath was about to hug them before he noticed one arm was in a sling.

Lalek got down to pet Jai-Lag. Ido watched them from where he rested, leaning against Yayaba while she dozed. Dakko warmed his hands barely a hair's width from the flames.

Azvalath looked at all of them and felt a tad warmer. "You're all safe too. I'm glad. What's been happening?"

    The troubled stares he received told a whole story without words.

    "I see." Azvalath crouched by the fire and tried to soothe his shivering. "Time to go home, I suppose."

    "Whatever you say." Dakko made eye contact through the flames. "You look like a dead man walking. What happened?"

    Azvalath shook his head. "I can't. Not right now." He looked around. Then he asked a question whose answer he dreaded. "Has anyone ever wondered why we're really here?"

"We're going home." Kolo spoke up. "We're going home whether they want us to or not."

[ferttiz]

WhimsicalClan

there isnt any story put in this clan, but i just came up with one anyways. some little info though:

Kettle was a former loner, before eventually he was welcomed in the clan by Swiftstar. in the role of a healer & warrior, theres a choice to wear the previous mentor. and so he took an accessory his mentor: a chain necklace

both Smokefang and Swiftfang are siblings, children one of the first founder members of their clan

although the setting is somewhere pretty unsanitary the clan members were already used to the environment. and alot of them helped to clean out an area, which would become their clan camp. theres an open forest nearby the open fench which fewer members have a choice to hunt outside too, than hunting around the yard.

okay thats all!

[iknowthoughidontknow]

Swiftpaw! Or Swiftfang in my rewrite because he really should have become a warrior well before the dogs. He still gets attacked by the dogs (his tail and leg suffer for it but he is able to flee and get help once he realizes Bright and Brindle didn’t escape, the other scars are from other battles) and dies to the dogs when driving them into the river, but he’s gonna be a warrior.

[sweeping-the-clouds-away]

I was thinking about warrior names for Swiftpaw, and I sort of liked Swiftclaw or Swiftfang for him.

[rookflower]

Okay- two apprentices who died young, Swift and Gorse- gimme what you think their warrior names woulda been if they had lived, please? :0 I love hearing people's thoughts!

hmmm... Swiftwing and Gorseleap are my first thoughts, but I do like the idea of Gorsefire/Gorseheart/Gorseblaze to reference Fireheart!

[flippythegodzilla]

THE SIBLINGS!!!!!

got a request for Swift in the discord, so here are the littermates!!

[tyrianrambling]

some of my lesbians for lesbian visibility week! love em all so much :3

[artbyjeza]

Finally took some time to make some art for myself and updated my DnD character, Ryder’s outfit for my friend’s campaign!

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Aside from the references provided by our DM, I got a lot of inspiration from STARSET’s Divisions album - especially their song Telekinetic, which I feel fits Ryder very much 🥰🎶

[cloudberrywarriorsdesigns]

Swiftpaw

[stained-pawsteps]

Ghostpaw and swiftfang supremacy

Absolutely.

[greekstar]

Rewrite idea!! What if Tigerstar and Firestar switched places? Firestar being evil and tigerstar being the good guy? :))

It took me a while to get to this but it took me a while to think of it lol.

Rusty is actually the late son of Pinestar! He looks exactly like him but a little more on the ginger side! (I think of Pinestar Is a mix of a ginger and dark brown tabby.)

Pinestar told Rusty about the clans before he died and Rusty loved the idea so as a kit he ventured out and actually is taken in: but what he learns about it is awful. He learns how ‘controlling’ Starclan is and plans to destroy it and make his own rules.

In this, Mistfall and Nightshine live! Which is why Tigerclaw isn’t bad. Sense he had his sisters to keep him in check.

Tigerclaw sees his younger brothers ambitions and tries to guide him in the right direction before he destroys the clans.

Rustpaw isn’t convinced but acts it so he gets Tigerclaw off his back (he actually looks like Rust now so he keeps somewhat of his name)

When Rustpaw becomes Rustheart, he manipulates Bluestar into believing all he stands for is Starclan, which she then makes him deputy.

Tigerclaw is proud of his brother and doesn’t see anything wrong with it so leaves it be.

Also Rustheart is now 2 years older then Sandstorm but they still become mates.

The fire prophecy never is there but a new one is.

“Tiger will claw its way to the top from the blood of its own”

Which makes Bluestar believe Tigerclaw is Evil, but he’s not. The prophecy is trying to state that Tigerclaw will kill Ruststar as he becomes leader of Thunderclan. But not to make it wrong but to help and save it.

This makes Bluestar very sus about Tigerclaw, mostly because she feels he will kill her deputy after losing Redtail to a fox (not to Tigerclaw and it’s earlier)

Tigerclaw actually has Bramble and Tawny early with GoldenFlower, and later have Swiftfang and Lynxkit. And maybe even a future litter now that they don’t break up due to Tigerclaw being evil.

Rustheart trains Brambleclaw to be evil and believe in his ways. Brambleclaw never looked up to his father who he thought was weak hearted and thought of Rustheart as a father. Swiftfang also looked up to Rustheart and was later trained to him after Longtail dies in a ‘accident’ - Rustheart killed him after teaching his nephew to be weak.

When Bluestar dies under ‘mysterious’ measures, Ruststar is made leader and quickly is to act. Banishing anyone or even killing anyone who disobeys him. Brokenstar is one of his loyal cats who took lead of Shadowclan and their starting to rule cruelly in both clan.

Ruststar doesn’t train cats early but they train longer and have a lot of apprentices take a dark forest mentor. He has the help of One-eye, and a lot of other dark forest cats to help him.

He also is very keen on having kits in his clan, stealing a lot of Riverclan and Windclan kits when he feels he’s running low.

He is always at war with Riverclan and Windclan but always win. He does see the good in keeping them around for kits and prey when he feels like Riverclan and Windclan are becoming cocky.

He does have a soft spot for queens. Mostly cats that are weak. So he does respect elders and probably the most happiest in the clans are the elders.

Sandstorm, Dustpelt, Ravenclaw, Graystripe are some of the cats that follow him greatly. Though Ravenclaw is on Tigerclaw’s side.

Tigerclaw is leading a rebellion no one knows of. His mate, GoldenFlower, daughter Tawnyfoot and friends/kin Nightshine, Mistfall(died though in a battle), A lot of the older cats who used to remember the old clans and Riverclan and Windclan.

Finally, they attack.

At a gathering held by Ruststar(not a full moon) where he’s demanding more territory for his growing clan, Tigerclaw yowls at him and attacks him.

Ruststar is surprised but quickly attacks him, though it doesn’t take long for Tigerclaw to kill him and take all his lives.

Many cats are surprised but then war breaks out. Many cats die, but in the end, Tigerclaw wins and Thunderclan and Shadowclan are restored. Exiling or even killing the cats that aren’t going to follow the old way.

Sandstorm is a queen at this time and Squirrelkit and LeafKit are just born but Sandstorm is exiled, and she leaves Squirrelkit and LeafKit behind where Tigerstar takes them in as his.

Ruststar did band all things about Starclan and even talking about them because he saw them as controlling which he became.

Hehehehe this was EVENTFUL.

Honestly I don’t like the idea of this and this would go horribly for all clans. But hey, it was fun writing. I might to MORE on this if it’s requests a few times but that’s all I’ma do for now.

[wcstarless]

THERE'S TWO CLANS!!

KitClan which is lead by Swiftfang/star & NurseryClan lead by Gorseheart/star!!

Gorsepaw didn't actually ask for a name but he spotted the kits playing warrior one day and stopped to watch. The kits were fighting and Swiftfang was having trouble getting them to stop squabbling. Gorsepaw stepped in and settled the argument and the kits begged him to be clan leader too. But he needed a warrior name first so the kits harass the shit out of Tallstar before he names Gorsepaw, Gorseheart after Fireheart.

Two medicine cats stepped forward to interpret fake prophecies and heal the kits "wounds" from battle. Spottedleaf is happy to play along and Brambleberry loves playing with the kits as well.

So Here's a current roster lol I'm gonna add more kits soon!!

KITCLAN

Leader: Swiftstar (Swiftfang)

Deputy: Lynxclaw (kit)

Medicine Cat: Spottedleaf

Warriors

Snowkit -> Snowsight

Patchkit -> Patchfall

Larchkit -> Larchbelly

Petalkit -> Petalsong

Mistkit -> Mistfoot

NURSERYCLAN

Leader: Gorsestar (Gorseheart)

Deputy: Mossfeather (kit)

Medicine Cat: Brambleberry

Warriors

Hopekit -> Hopefrost

Wishkit -> Wishpetal

Elderkit -> Elderflower

Tulipkit -> Tulipleap

Nightkit -> Nightpelt