#tinyfrost

[boonauwarriorcats]

Tinyfrost, aka AU Scourge, if he had the chance to become a ThunderClan warrior.

In canon, Tiny the kit runs away from home when his siblings tell him that he's going to be drowned in the river by Twolegs. He ventures into the forest and encounters a ThunderClan patrol, featuring Bluefur, Thistleclaw, and Tigerpaw (aka young Tigerclaw.) Thistleclaw and Tigerpaw are battle hungry, and Thistleclaw has his apprentice beat Tiny to within an inch of his life. Tiny flees, traumatized, and ends up in the city, where he builds BloodClan and becomes the terrifying leader Scourge. In the Boon AU, Tiny still runs away and encounters a patrol - but instead it is Bluefur, Sunstar, and Whitekit. Sunstar is sympathetic to Tiny's plight, and takes him to the only kittypet he knows - Pine, aka Pinestar, the ex ThunderClan leader.

Pine raises Tiny, teaching him how to hunt and fight because Tiny begs him to. Tiny desperately wants to find the forest cats again and join them. Years later Pine passes away, but gives Tiny his blessing to seek out ThunderClan and join them. Tiny does so, and by following the sound of fighting cats, happens upon the battle at Sunningrocks where Oakheart was killed. He spots Tigerclaw about to attack Redtail and shouts a warning, before leaping in to help Redtail and Ravenpaw fight Tigerclaw.

They successfully beat him, and Bluefur exiles him for his attempt on Redtail's life. In gratitude to Tiny for saving Redtail, he is permitted to join ThunderClan on a trial period as Tinypaw. Eventually he earns his warrior name, Tinyfrost, and he becomes a warrior.

There's much more to the story, but I am currently writing it in a fic at Archive of our Own (DragonwolfRooke author name). So follow along there to find out how the story of The Prophecies Begin changes with Tinyfrost as the protagonist!

[talonslockau]

Forest of Secrets - Chapter 34

Chapter 33 || Index || Chapter 35

Bluestar didn’t acknowledge Fireheart gawking at her, instead glaring furiously at her deputy. “Well, Tigerclaw?” She prompted, her voice laced with a potent venom as her tail tip twitched in an all too familiar manner.

“You - but - how?” Fireheart stammered out in shock. He had seen her body, her blood spilled all over the floor of her den. No cat could survive that - not even Tigerclaw, he was sure. She should be dead. She had been dead. How was she standing before them, alive?

She chuffed as though someone had said a funny joke, but there was no joy in her irate blue gaze. “You miscounted, Tigerclaw. That was not my last life.” She stated flatly. “You can try again, if you think you can kill me before my warriors can reach you. But are you sure that will be my last life? Or the one after that?” She shook her head wryly. “It’s really a shame. You could have been a great leader one day.”

Tigerclaw stared at her, his own eyes wide with shock. Then he turned to Fireheart, amber eyes glittering dangerously. “You!” He spat, bunching up his muscles to pounce. “You’ve ruined-”

The ginger tom jumped back in surprise as a golden presence seemed to materialize next to him. “Don’t even think about it, Tigerclaw.” Lionheart snarled, his eyes even with the other giant tabby tom. “You’ve lost.”

Whitestorm stepped up in front of his aunt, his golden eyes blazing. “After everything that’s happened, I truly thought you had changed.” The mighty white warrior snarled to the tom that had grown up beside him. “I was willing to believe that perhaps Starclan had seen something in you that would lead Thunderclan to greatness. But they hadn’t. Redtail was trying to warn us.” He shook his head slightly, not taking his eyes off the traitor before him. “I should have believed him.”

“Does this mean everything Fireheart said was true?” Fireheart glanced back at the crowd to see Dustleap shaking like a leaf as he stared at his blood-soaked father. 

“All of it.” Tinyfrost confirmed from Tigerclaw’s other side, his icy blue eyes narrow as he looked over the crowd. “There’s only one liar here, and that’s Tigerclaw.”

“You should believe him.” Peppermask pushed her way through the crowd to come stand by her friend, pressing against him reassuringly. “I heard everything he did from Ravenspirit and Riverclan. Tigerclaw killed my father, he killed Redtail - and he would have murdered his way to leadership, if it wasn’t for Fireheart.”

Stunned silence hung in the air as the Clan absorbed this news. He could clearly see each cat grappling with the world-shattering revelations that had just been uncovered. It had been hard enough for him and the others to understand, one bit at a time. To have it be revealed all at once - as much as he hated it, he understood their disbelief.

Part of him briefly thought about adding more secrets onto the pile - like that Ravenspirit was alive, or that Whitestorm was Brokentail’s son. But they weren’t truly his secrets to reveal, and in any case, they had enough to deal with in punishing Tigerclaw.

“So what now?” He blinked in surprise as Halftail spoke. Of all the cats, he seemed to be the least surprised by what had just transpired. Or perhaps, Fireheart reasoned, Halftail was just choosing not to show his surprise to everyone else.

Bluestar stepped forward, her blue eyes glittering dangerously. “Do you have any last words, Tigerclaw?” She asked bluntly as she watched her deputy seethe angrily. 

He was quiet for several heartbeats, and Fireheart looked on with worry. Was Tigerclaw going to lash out now that his plans had gone awry? “Fine. If you all want the truth, I’ll tell you the truth.” The murderer growled, glaring out at the crowd in front of him. “The truth is that this Clan has grown soft. Never before would an enemy warrior have seen the inside of our camp like this, yet under Bluestar’s command it has now happened three separate times.” 

His tail lashed angrily as he surveyed the Clan. “We have been weakened by constantly accepting soft, lazy kittypets as warriors instead of sending them to where they belong. We fight in wars that don’t concern us and take in any random stray we find. Under my command, we could become a formidable Clan, one that truly follows the code instead of bending it to our whims.” He shrugged and lapped at one shoulder nonchalantly. “The only question is whether this Clan is brave enough to accept that.”

There was a moment of silence as the Clan pondered what he had just said. “So if Fireheart is a soft, lazy kittypet, then what does that make you after he beat you?” Cinderspark shouted from where she was sitting near the back. “Just curious, is all.”

Fireheart’s whiskers twitched in amusement. Despite the shock of it all, it seemed Cinderspark wasn’t about to let it break her. And while he would normally disapprove of her blase attitude in the face of such a serious affair, he could see the Clan beginning to relax at her words.

"You're wrong, Tigerclaw." Fireheart's tail bristled in shock as Longtail stood up out of the crowd now, taking a few steps forward to stare directly into his hero's dark glare. "It's not kittypets that have weakened this Clan. It's you."

All eyes were on the lanky tabby as he stood nearly nose-to-nose with the mighty warrior that he had looked up to for so long. "I admired you, Tigerclaw. For a while, I thought you were the pinnacle of what every warrior should be - brave and strong, always willing to fight for what the Clan needs in a heartbeat. But I was wrong. Any cat can be big and tough, even rogues like Brokentail and Spiderfoot. That's not what makes us warriors."

"Redtail understood that. He knew that being a warrior was about doing what's right and following the code, no matter the cost. He cared for every cat in this Clan, because he knew that it wasn't strength that made us a Clan - it was our bonds. He was the greatest cat that this Clan has ever had, and you killed him." He shook his head in bitter disbelief as tears welled in his eyes. "Just like you killed Quickflash. My brother was a good cat. Just like Redtail, he cared for this Clan. He wanted to see us all thrive, no matter our origins. I know he would have made a good leader - and you even agreed with me. You told me you were certain the day would come when he got his nine lives. Were you already planning to kill him then? Did you know you were lying to me?"

He took a ragged breath in and out, trying to maintain his composure. "They're two of the greatest cats this Clan will have ever had, and you killed them. For what? The good of Thunderclan?"

"I-"

"Don't even try to lie to me." Longtail was up in Tigerclaw's face with a snarl, his pale eyes blazing brighter than Fireheart's pelt. "Thunderclan has lost two of its best warriors because of you - a loss that we will never be able to recover from. If you hadn't killed Redtail, we could have Sunningrocks back. If you hadn't killed Quickflash, Willowbranch would be carrying a new litter - a litter of strong, forestborn warriors. But that doesn't matter to you, does it? The only thing you can think about is yourself."

"Well, I can tell you one thing, Tigerclaw." The lithe warrior stepped back, even as his unsheathed claws clearly itched for the blood of his former idol. "It's not blood that makes a cat a good warrior. It's their passion, their desire to do right by the Clan. There are so few warriors like that these days - but Fireheart is one of them. He follows the code far more than you ever have. He may have been born a kittypet, but he is a warrior now - more of a warrior than you could hope to be. In fact, when it comes to kittypets - I'd say you're more like your father than Fireheart ever was."

Tigerclaw roared with fury as his longtime follower spat the last sentence in his face, leaping forward with claws extended to force Longtail to take his words back. Before he could touch the younger tom, however, Tinyfrost was underneath him and shoving him away into Lionheart, who grabbed the once-respected deputy by the scruff and pulled him roughly down into the dirt once more.

Longtail sat back down next to Darkstripe, glancing at the black tabby as though expecting him to agree, but his black ears perked in shock as the other tom pulled away with a disgusted sneer. "I didn't realize you were so short-sighted, Longtail." Darkstripe growled, catching the attention of any cat that hadn't been looking at them. "Redtail, Quickflash - their deaths were tragic, yes, but they were just means to an end. Tigerclaw knew this. Tigerclaw understands that a Clan needs a strong paw to guide them."

Longtail looked horrified as his dark companion stood up and padded over to nuzzle under Tigerclaw's chin - a gesture of obedience that the giant tabby accepted. "You're all fools if you can't see how Tigerclaw could lead this Clan to glorious new heights, free from the disease that festers at its core! We could rid ourselves of the kittypet filth that poisons us-" Darkstripe shot a pointed glare at Fireheart and Tinyfrost- "and grow powerful enough that all the Clans would fear us as they would any true ruler! We-"

With a single paw, Whitestorm thrust Darkstripe's head to the ground, his jaw slamming painfully against the earth. "Be quiet, you. The only filth we'll be ridding this Clan of is you and your mentor." The black-striped tom squirmed beneath the mighty warrior's paw, but it wasn't until Whitestorm let go that he was able to rise, spitting out dust and pebbles.

"At least one of you has some sense." Tigerclaw rumbled, shooting a disdainful look at Whitestorm, which was readily returned. "Which of the rest of you will be bold enough to join me? Sandstorm, my dearest daughter?"

Silence stretched between them as Sandstorm regarded the traitor for a long moment. At last, the pale ginger molly stood and padded soundlessly towards her father. Fireheart's heart dropped. Sandstorm loved her father, he was sure, but surely now that she knew who he was she wouldn't dream of-

"I remember when my brother and I were kits." She mewed softly, quiet enough that Fireheart had to strain to hear it from behind Lionheart. "I remember the pride I felt knowing that my Papa was deputy of the whole Clan - how he assured me that one day, I could follow in his pawsteps, if I committed to being a great warrior that Thunderclan deserved. I remember how he brought me my favorite freshkill when I got sick, even though it was leafbare. I remember how he used to play mossball with me, how he held me close and purred when I had nightmares, how he scolded me when I got into a fight with Dust. He was deputy, but he always made time for us."

"Even as apprentices, he loved us. He was hard on us, but it was only because he wanted to see us succeed even beyond him. The way he wouldn't stop telling everyone when I caught my first prey, I knew he was proud of us." Sandstorm's green eyes were blazing with fury, a fury that seemed to almost match the way Tigerclaw had looked at Fireheart when he realized his plans had been ruined. "Redtail was my father - my Papa - and you killed him. You killed him, and you lied about it, and you made me think-"

She cut herself off, swallowing down whatever words she had been about to say. "When I saw Papa's body, my life was shattered. The only solace I had was that his murderer was dead, that at least Papa could rest in Starclan knowing that he was avenged. And this whole time, his murderer has lied to me, over and over - and now he dares to call himself my father?"

A brilliant flash of crimson lanced through the air as Tigerclaw jerked back with a hiss. Fireheart realized belatedly that Sandstorm was holding her paw up, her claws dripping with the dark tabby's blood - she had moved so fast, his eyes hadn't even registered her strike. "You call Fireheart soft - and you might very well be right, because Fireheart let you live. He has shown you a mercy that I never will. If you ever dare to show your face to me again, I will inflict upon you the suffering that you deserve for each and every one of your crimes - the suffering you have escaped each day you lived instead of Papa. You will beg for Starclan to save you and I can promise you now, they will not answer."

All of the Clan looked on in stunned silence at her words, but if she noticed, she didn’t seem to be bothered. Instead, she turned around, her tail slapping into his face as she did so, and marched back to where she had been sitting by her apprentice and her brother. Tigerclaw dabbed at his nose with a paw, trying to appear unbothered. “Fine, then. And you, Dustleap? You have always been my most loyal son.”

Fireheart looked on as Dustleap trembled violently, shaking worse than a leaf on the Thunderpath. For a moment, he feared that the young tabby would collapse into the dirt beneath him from the shock - and yet, somehow, the tom took one quivering step forward, then another, until he too was in front of his father. "Father, I loved you. I trusted you. I- I would have done anything for you. You know that. You- You know that." Tears welled up in the tabby's pale eyes, making them shimmer like a puddle beneath the full moon. "I would have died for you."

He took a stuttering breath, as though his body was rejecting the need for air. "But Redtail was my father too. And Quickflash was - he was my mentor, Father. I thought you trusted him. He was a good warrior. They both were. But- But you killed them? You killed them. They followed the warrior code - they did everything right - and you killed them. Just as - just like you would have made us kill Ravenspirit."

Dustleap's eyes searched his father's for answers, but Fireheart knew he would find no answers from the murderer that would satisfy him. "Did you kill him too?" Dustleap asked, his voice breaking from the strain. "How many have died because of you? How many would have died because of you, if you did become leader? Would - would you have me killed too?"

Tigerclaw shook his broad head slowly. "Dustleap, you misunderstand. You are my favorite son, I would never-"

"Because your other son is dead!" Fireheart was shocked by the volume with which the warrior howled, his every word filled to the brim with grief and pain. "If it weren't for me following your orders, Fireheart and Graystripe wouldn't have taken him with them to fight Brokentail. He wouldn't have died - he could still be alive! But he's dead! He's dead, and he- he died thinking I hated him!" He took another shuddering breath, his whole body wracked by sobs. "And he was right. I did hate him, because you lied."

They stared at each other, silent except for the tears Dustleap was barely choking back. "I would have followed you anywhere, Father. I thought you were the greatest warrior to ever live in these Clans. You made me believe that. But that was just one of the many lies you told, wasn't it?" Dustleap looked over every inch of his father's face, trying to find a crack in the stony facade - but there wasn't one. "Avenging Redtail, honoring Quickflash, serving the code - I don't think you've ever told me the truth once. Not even-" He swallowed at the air, trying to gulp down enough to finish speaking. "Not even when you said you loved me."

At last he turned away, his piece apparently said, but he had only made it a pawstep before looking back. "Sandstorm's right. You're not our father. If I see you again, I will kill you - I will kill you, and you will deserve it." He looked away and then up at the branches covering camp. "And Ravenspirit, I- I am so, so sorry."

Fireheart watched, his heart suddenly aching for Dustleap as he limped back to his sister and almost collapsed against her irate, rigid form. For so long, Fireheart had looked upon the temperamental tabby with annoyance at best - and hatred at worst. He had been reckless, arrogant, and volatile, but he had at his heart wanted to serve the Clan, just as Fireheart had - just as he thought his father had. To look at him now, he seemed almost broken - not so different from when Fireheart had first met Ravenspirit, so long ago. He had never thought of them as brothers before, but seeing the pain that had been inflicted upon both of them by Tigerclaw made him suddenly appreciate their similarities.

“Enough of this, Tigerclaw.” Bluestar stepped forward now, her tail lashing once to punctuate her sentence. “You and Darkstripe are hereby exiled from Thunderclan for your crimes.” The leader announced, her eyes narrowing as she looked down her nose at both of them. “You will leave our territory at once. And if you ever dare to step foot on Thunderclan land again, all warriors have my express permission to kill you.” She whipped around to pointedly turn her back on them. “Now get out of my sight.”

For a second, he thought that Tigerclaw might not leave, or that he might even try to finish the job. Then he stood and stretched, as the crowd jeered and hissed at him. “Fireheart.” He growled, turning to glare at the cat that had beaten him. “You had best watch every step you make. You may think you’ve won today, but know that I will be back one day. I will wait in the shadows, however long it takes for you to drop your guard. I know every whisker-length of this territory, and I will get what I deserve. I promise you that.”

The ginger tom flattened his ears angrily at the now-exiled deputy. “Oh, I’ll make sure you get what you deserve, if Starclan doesn’t get to you first.” He growled back, tail lashing. “Now are you going to leave willingly, or will I have to drag your body to the Thunderpath myself?”

Tigerclaw’s tail bristled at his retort, but he didn’t answer as he padded to the bramble tunnel entrance. Darkstripe followed him, casting one last glare over his shoulder before the two disappeared into the darkness beyond.

Fireheart turned to Bluestar, mouth open to ask her a question, but didn’t get a chance before she stumbled to one side. Whitestorm caught her before she could fall, his golden gaze worried. “Bluestar?” He rumbled softly. “How many lives did Tigerclaw take?”

The leader’s eyelids fluttered for several heartbeats as she fought to keep herself on her paws. “Two.” She mumbled to her nephew, though the word seemed impossibly hard for her to speak.

“She needs rest.” Lionheart stated firmly, coming up on the other side of Bluestar to support her. “Let’s get her to the nursery for now. It’ll have the largest beds for her to recover in, while we…” He glanced back at the leader’s den, which had several sets of bloody pawprints coming out of it. Including, Fireheart realized as he looked down at his paws, his own.

As soon as the two toms had moved off, supporting Bluestar between them, the rest of the Clan crowded around Fireheart. “How long have you known Tigerclaw was a murderer?” “Did Bluestar know about all this?” “What else did Ravenspirit tell you before he died?” “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

The questions swarmed over him, and his head was beginning to spin as the events of the day suddenly came pouring over him. “That’s enough!” He blinked as Peppermask pulled away from his side to shout everyone down. They quieted as she turned to examine him. “Those are some serious wounds that Tigerclaw gave you. You need to go see Yellowfang before you bleed out. I’ll answer everyone’s questions.”He sighed in relief, glad that he didn’t have to go over everything again. “Thank you, Peppermask.” He purred, briefly resting his tail on her flank in a show of appreciation before turning and padding for the healer’s den. 

[wingednovi]

oh no i started

let's see how long i will continue with this clangen thing

yes i am drawing them fast not paying much attention to detail just... trying to get out of same-face syndrome

[erikstattooshop]

A headshot of tinyfrost,design by @sarahsellersrooke

[kiwibattlecats]

Tinyfrost - Tinystar   ⚲ Flaxclan Deputy - Flaxclan Leader (9 Lives Remaining) “Small pure white cat with a stumpy tail and green eyes” Detached || Sensible || Intelligent || Foward-thinking Mother: Smokebreeze (Deceased) Father: Mudfoot Brother: Whisperwood Sister: Littleshade Mentor: Swallowstar (decased) Apprentices: Sparkskip and Takaherun

Appears in Dappledshade’s Vision and Snowpaw’s Shadow

[everybody-loves-purdy]

Scourge AU where Bluefur takes Tiny back to ThunderClan

Tiny gets taken back to ThunderClan camp by Bluefur in order to have his wounds treated. He tells Bluefur he has nowhere left to go and leads her to believe he has no living family (since he feels too ashamed to go back), so Bluefur vouches for him to become part of ThunderClan. Sunstar agrees and Tiny becomes accepted as part of ThunderClan, and is named Tinypaw, apprentice of Bluefur. But unknown to everyone Tinypaw doesn’t accept ThunderClan, his only loyalty is with Bluefur. The incident with Tigerpaw still deeply traumatised him and he sees Bluefur’s kindness towards him as an exception rather than a rule for clan cats. To him clan cats are all like Tigerpaw and Thistleclaw - bullies to anyone that isn’t like them.

He stays away from the other apprentices, he won’t let them interact with him - they hang around with Tigerpaw after all, in his eyes showing that they’re all the same. He won’t let it show but he lives in almost constant fear of Tigerpaw and Thistleclaw. He won’t interact with any warriors unless he has to, except for Bluefur. This makes many of his clanmates uneasy of him, seeing him as cold and distant, feeding back into Tinypaw’s dislike of them.

Eventually he earns the name Tinyfrost. And yet still as a warrior his only real social connection is with Bluefur, he stays away from everyone else. Unknown to everyone Tinyfrost visits the twolegplace every so often, just to see how other cats live, and while he’s there he does form connections with some cats, he regards them above his clanmates, to him they’re better since they don’t discriminate, street cats stick together, to Tinyfrost these cats are more noble than the clans.

Sunstar and Bluefur start to get worried after Tinyfrost’s warrior ceremony - did they do the right thing by allowing him to stay? But they shrug off these concerns, he’s a loyal and skilled warrior despite is lack of sociality. For this reason he doesn’t earn an apprentice… At one point, Tinyfrost does do one thing of note during a battle with RiverClan, Thistleclaw gets badly wounded so Tinyfrost pulls him away from the battle, then, making sure no one else can see, Tinyfrost kills Thistleclaw - he never forgave him for what happened when Tinyfrost was a kit. No one finds this out.

Spottedleaf receives a slightly different prophecy in this timeline; “Fire alone can save our clan - but beware, blood can wipe out even the brightest flame.” This prophecy scares Bluestar and Spottedleaf, but they don’t know what this means.

When Bluestar sees Firepaw she immediately knows he’s the fire, but knows she must protect him from the blood at all costs, so, much to everyone’s surprise, she makes Tinyfrost Firepaw’s mentor. Bluestar totally trusts Tinyfrost and has full faith in him to protect Firepaw, she hopes that by giving him an apprentice who also hails from the twolegplace that he might open up a bit more to other cats.

Tinyfrost immediately doesn’t take a liking to Firepaw. Firepaw’s eager, he clearly doesn’t see the flaws with the clans like Tinyfrost does despite having an outsider’s perspective, but Tinyfrost tries to feign affection for Bluestar’s sake, he understands this is seen as a great honour and doesn’t want to let her down. Once Tigerclaw arrives back to camp with Redtail’s corpse, Lionheart is still made deputy instead.

Firepaw and Tinyfrost end up getting on reasonably well, their relationship is formal, but Tinyfrost ends up having more respect for Firepaw than he did originally. He recognises Firepaw’s intelligence and knows he is a good cat to have as an ally. One cat Tinyfrost does keep an eye on is Ravenpaw. He has noticed the already anxiety-ridden apprentice has become even more jumpy since Redtail died, and in Ravenpaw he sees another victim of Tigerclaw’s bullying. He sympathises with Ravenpaw, and will offer to take him training with Firepaw every so often so he can keep an eye on him and free him from Tigerclaw. Seeing Tinyfrost open up more to not just one but two cats relieves Bluestar. Despite this apparent growth Bluestar still names Tigerclaw deputy after Lionheart dies, much to Tinyfrost’s horror and anger. Bluestar didn’t make him deputy since she still feels that he doesn’t get along well enough with a majority of his clanmates.

When Ravenpaw disappears Tinyfrost guesses that Ravenpaw ran away but doesn’t say anything, he is happy for Ravenpaw, knowing he managed to escape. Tinyfrost feels pride when Fireheart gets his name, which was unexpected for him, he didn’t believe that he had gotten attached to his apprentice. He hopes Fireheart will one day come to see how he sees things - he’s a smart guy after all.

Moons pass and Tinyfrost does what he always does, gets on well with Bluestar and Fireheart, visits the twolegplace and basically ignores everyone else. Tigerclaw goads him more now that he’s deputy, but Tinyfrost doesn’t mind as much anymore, he’s coming up with a plan… Tinyfrost decides to speak with Fireheart privately, and asks him what really happened to Ravenpaw. Fireheart confesses to his former mentor that Ravenpaw is alive and left the clan, but he doesn’t tell him why, and lies instead. Tinyfrost can see Fireheart lies about the reason but doesn’t question it. He goes to find Ravenpaw by himself instead. He finds him since Fireheart let slip he was at a barn, and by sympathising with Ravenpaw over Tigerclaw’s bullying he manages to convince Ravenpaw to tell him what happened at the battle that killed Redtail - he tells Ravenpaw he did the right thing for leaving, and he will try and gather evidence so Bluestar can cast judgement, he promises not to tell anyone until he presents evidence to Bluestar. This is a lie.

Tinyfrost does hold this information close and keeps a very close eye on Tigerclaw. Once he sees Tigerclaw sharing tongues with Brokenstar he knows what he must do. Tinyfrost confronts Tigerclaw, and tells him that he knows he killed Redtail and ask what he is planning with Brokenstar, he promises not to tell the clan what he knows about Redtail as long as Tigerclaw tells him what’s going on with Brokenstar. Tigerclaw tries to attack Tinyfrost but Tinyfrost is too quick for him, during this scuffle Tinyfrost tells Tigerclaw he wants in - he wants in on the plan with Brokenstar. Tigerclaw pauses shocked, and asks why would he want to turn against Bluestar? Tinyfrost says that he never was attached to her, he only sucked up to her so he could rise through the ranks. Tigerclaw laughs at this, unable to believe this runt has the same vision he has, but this runt could be useful. He tells Tinyfrost the plan to have Brokenstar’s rogues attack ThunderClan camp, while Tigerclaw goes and kills Bluestar, Tigerclaw promises Tinyfrost deputyship if the plan succeeds and he goes along with it. Tinyfrost agrees, and offers to provide some help from rogues of his own, some allies he has made from the twolegplace. Tigerclaw accepts this offer. Unknown to Tinyfrost,Tigerclaw never intends to make Tinyfrost his deputy, he plans on backstabbing him and blaming him for the attack.

The big day arrives Tinyfrost is in camp ready to assist Tigerclaw, he has asked some of his street cat allies to meet up with Tigerclaw at treecutplace, his closest ally Bone leading the small select group. The rogues attack and the camp is plunged into chaos, ThunderClan is heavily outnumbered due to most cats being out on patrol as Tigerclaw planned. Tinyfrost sees Fireheart scrabbling to try and get the patrols back to camp, and he also sees Tigerclaw slip into Bluestar’s den - the time has come for his real plan to take place. Just as Tigerclaw is about to strike Bluestar Tinyfrost leaps on him and drags him back, Fireheart comes to assist, Tigerclaw screams that Tinyfrost is a traitor, this is a detail that will stick with Fireheart but he will not question it for now, not in this moment.

After Tigerclaw is exiled, Bluestar retreats into her den until past moonhigh to declare the new deputy - Tinyfrost - much to everyone’s surprise. As Bluestar’s mental health deteriorates over the coming moons she tells Tinyfrost that the reason she chose him as deputy is since she knows he can trust him, and that he was right not to trust the other cats, the clan is full of traitors to her, except Tinyfrost. Tinyfrost is sympathetic towards her but internally he is gleeful, this is going better than he thought. Now that Tinyfrost is deputy he can slip out to the twolegplace more, Fireheart does get suspicious, he has been keeping an eye on his former mentor since Tigerclaw called him a traitor, but he never manages to track him completely. When Fireheart meets with Ravenpaw again while looking for Cloudpaw, Ravenpaw confides that Tinyfrost knew about Tigerclaw killing Redtail a few moons before Tigerclaw openly betrayed Bluestar - this information alarms Fireheart further. But given all that happens in the following moons, he doesn’t have much chance to dwell on it, not until that is Bluestar dies and Tinyfrost becomes leader. Tinyfrost is surprised as anyone else to learn about Bluestar’s kits, it makes him respect Bluestar more, knowing she saw through the clan’s unfair systems. He has no respect for Graystripe though, even though he defies the warrior code he is still a bumbling oath to Tinyfrost. At the moonstone Tinyfrost denies the name Tinystar at the end of his lives ceremony, and insists he be named Froststar, StarClan reluctantly agree, they are scared of him as it is, they think it’s best to try and appease him if it means the future they see can be avoided.

Froststar arrives back at camp, and makes Fireheart deputy to no one’s surprise. He refuses to name Lostface when Fireheart asks, he says that Lostface is a name that shows how strong she is, and it was a name that Bluestar have her, surely she should be honoured by such a name? Brightpaw was a weak name, Lostface is the name of a strong cat, he argues, much to Fireheart’s dismay.

Tigerclaw in the meantime has been doing things he does in canon, taking over ShadowClan, forming TigerClan eventually leading to the death of Gorsepaw with a declaration of war against WindClan and ThunderClan. Froststar agrees to unite WindClan and ThunderClan against TigerClan, but not under the name LionClan like the StarClan cats in his dreams have been begging him to do, but under the name BloodClan. This makes WindClan and ThunderClan very uneasy, and Fireheart is filled with dread. Seeing their faces Froststar smiles at them and says that this is not sinister - what use is putting their faith in an old story, a symbol nothing more. What they need is to believe in themselves, blood is real, the blood they are that runs through all of them and unites them. This doesn’t reassure many cats.

On the day of the battle with Tigerstar, everything is plunged into chaos, the battle starts when negotiations are proven to be futile. Froststar makes a beeline for Tigerstar and after a hard fought battle he manages to take one of his lives. As Tigerstar lies on the ground dying and being revived, Froststar does the unimaginable, the voices of StarClan beg him to stop be he doesn’t listen, he slashes Tigerstar over and over while his body lies recovering, Fireheart sees this and leaps onto Froststar to stop him, despite Tigerstar’s crimes, Fireheart can’t bear to see such brutality. But it’s too late all of Tigerstar’s lives have been taken. Fireheart starts to attack Froststar, this is the moment StarClan have waited for, this is the threat the Fire needs to face to save ThunderClan, not Tigerstar. The two fight, after Froststar jumps on Fireheart, furious his deputy has turned on him, despite the history they share, and it is breaking Fireheart’s heart to do this, but he has no choice. Fireheart manages to get to Froststar’s throat and rips it out, Froststar collapses, losing a life. As he waits to be revived, Bluestar approaches him and begs him to show mercy, she tells him he must remember the kindness cats have shown him in the clans, and that they’re on his side, they all look up to him, and she apologises to him for failing him. Froststar returns to life without a word. Froststar sees Fireheart standing over him, defending his body from the battle raging around them and slowly gets up. He can feel StarClan’s presence around him, he knows that they’re watching him, this moment. As he slowly approaches Fireheart, he looks around, apprehensive, unsure of Froststar’s next move. Froststar remembers the time he shared with Fireheart and lets out a purr, Fireheart weakly purrs back, before Froststar grabs him by the throat, Fireheart tries to struggle but it’s not a struggle he can win, Fireheart falls dead, at the end of the day Fireheart was a traitor to Froststar, he apologies to Fireheart for failing to teach him the true nature of the clans and hops back into battle. Trying to blot out the screams of StarClan he can hear before they fall silent. Fire failed to save the clan.

The battle ends and no one is sure who won, it got to the point where no one could fight anymore, since both sides encouraged their warriors to fight with all they’ve got, there are few survivors. Each clan limps home. The next day, Froststar calls an emergency gathering and the leaders arrive, Deadfoot of WindClan, Leopardstar of RiverClan, and Runningnose of ShadowCan since Blackfoot died in the battle. Froststar proposes an alliance, he says let bygones be bygones, all this silly war needs to stop - all the clans should unite under BloodClan. The other leaders are outraged, especially Leopardstar, as they yell at him, Scourge gives the signal for his new deputy to come into the clearing with some of his allies. At the sight of Bone the other leaders are shocked, a rogue is the deputy of ThunderClan? Froststar delightedly explains that a few (dozen) cats from the twolegplace have agreed to join the united BloodClan. Deadfoot’s voice shakes as he asks why all these allies of Froststar weren’t present during the battle. Froststar doesn’t answer, but the look on his face when posed with that question terrifies the other leaders. This was his plan. He knew the clans would be too weakened by battle for them to resist integrating the twolegplace cats into the clans. And now his twolegplace forces easily outnumber the clans. There is no hope. Leopardstar bows her head to Froststar, swearing allegiance to BloodClan, Runningnose does the same, but Deadfoot looks Froststar in the eye and refuses. Froststar says he will give WindClan one single act of mercy by letting them leave with their lives, if they’re gone by sunset. Deadfoot looks to the other leaders for support and sees the defeat on their faces, he retreats. Froststar now has what he wants, the clans are essentially dissolved, their ways will die and be replaced by that of the former street cats, all under the name of BloodClan, his clan.

[simplyventi]

A few things I would change in Warriors

Feel free to add your own rewrites.

• Mothwkng killing Hawkfrost

- Like I get Brambleclaw killing him was I guess suppose to mean something. Like ok they’re half brothers and Hawkfrost killed Hollyleaf but like he killed him once already and they never really focused much on Hawk and Moth’s relationship except a few times. I feel it would’ve been awesome if Moth killed Hawk. Like it could’ve been a ‘ok you hold no power over me anymore and I’m free of you’ or like it could be real sad as she reflects on who and how she remembers him. I just feel like that could’ve been something there.

• Hollyleaf dying in the great battle

- Holly’s my girl; my queen, and they did her wrong. First she wasn’t one of the three because they couldn’t think of a power. Ummm Drakinator actually came up with some good ones. But how are you gonna bring back a favorite character just to kill her again. In my own rewrite she becomes a respected warrior(not that she wasn’t one already) and then deputy then leader. But I see her taking charge a lot and making sure the warrior code is respected. I can see her being deputy instead of Squirrelflight. I could see her being a big part of The Lost Stars. Alderkit and Sparkkit are actually her’s and another tom’s kits. I’ll explain more in the next point.

• Squirrel and Bramble not getting back together

- Sorry I don’t really care for them being together. Bramblestar’s Storm and Squirrelflight’s Hope especially point it out to me that they shouldn’t be together. But I mean she lied about the three being their kits and he’s just like ok I’m angry but then forgives her? Sorry nah I don’t care much for it. I did at first but maybe they were just together as part of the destiny. Like oh if Squirrel has a mate then they can actually pull off that she had kits.

• Killing off Snowkit(Speckletail’s kit)

- Drakinator pointed it out best that they basically don’t have a lot of cats born being deaf, blind or having some sort of disability; sure there’s Jayfeather and maybe Tree will count in that group but you’ve never seen another deaf kit or anything. I like Drakinator’s Snowflight AU the fact that they didn’t just forget Mistkit(Snowkit’s sibling) like the Erins did.

• Silverstream’s death and the whole Millie thing

- Sorry i don’t like Millie, hate me if you want, I don’t like how she treats Blossomfall. But really I just saw Millie as another Silverstream. I mean they’re almost the same to me. I’d love to see Silverstream live and maybe join Thunderclan and raise their kits together and maybe have more.

• Twigbranch’s warrior name

- I don’t care much for it as it’s kind of repetitive and I know it’s warriors but I actually liked Twigshade better.

• Hawkfrost

- Id love to see Hawkfrost maybe actually being a good guy. Maybe he was on the wrong path but a cat showed him the right one.

• Scourge

- Instead of being killed he gets held as a prison in Thunderclan. Focusing on how he and a Firestar are half siblings it would be cool to see them get close and Scourge joining the clan as Tinyfrost. Maybe the clan don’t trust him at first but come to. Squirrel kit and Leafkit love to hang out with him.

• Mistystar dying during the battle against Darktail

- This girl is old let her Rest In Peace with her family. Reedwhisker will become Reedstar and maybe won’t be leader long due to something I dunno I just feel we need a change in Riverclan and a new cat to be leader.

Edit

Another thing I forgot to add

• Killing off a lot of young cats in Thunderclan(especially in the battle against the dark forest)

- Foxleap, Icecloud, Hazeltail, Toadstep, Sorreltail, Hollyleaf(just a few to mention). I mean to me they’re the future and new generation of the clan and they could’ve had some potential or something and I just think they did them wrong. Maybe it’s just me. I think personally in the final battle in The Last Hope, maybe instead of Foxleap and Hollyleaf kill another cat who just didn’t have any screen time or no point.

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

Good suffixes for Thorn- or Tiny-?

what about

tinythorn

also

thornfang

thornpelt

thornfur

thornstripe

thornstorm

thorntail

thornbreeze

thornwind

thornwhisker

thornfoot

thornblaze

thornfern

thornbush

thornflower

thornbramble

thornberry

thornwing

thornfeather

thornfish

thornpetal

thornmouse

thornbird

thornlizard

thornsky

thornheart

also may i suggest having any of these names using thorny- instead of thorn

tinyclan

tinyfoot

tinymuzzle

tinywhisker

tinyface

tinymouse

tinyhawk

tinybird

tinyfish

tinyfox

tinyfire

tinyblaze

tinystorm

tinybreeze

tinystream

tinytalon

tinypelt

tinystripe

tinynose

tinyleaf

tinybranch

tinyfern

tinybush

tinyflower

tinypetal

tinysky

tinyear

tinyfrog

tinydrift

tinyfrost

tinyfur

tinyeye(s)

tinytooth

tinywillow

tinywing

tinyberry

tinyfall

tinybramble

tinylion

tinyheart

TINYOTTER

TINYOWL

tiny is an amazing name it really has infinite possibilities

[theficrecfairy]

It’s 🎃 Halloween season 🎃 and I was hoping if you guys knew any fics where Yuuri or Viktor is a witch?

 Hello Anon!

It is a really nice ask to answer, and very convenient! I really dug into the search for these fics, so I hope not only you but all our followers can enjoy this list:

My blossoming love, by TinyFrost @ofknivesandpointes. I really love this AU, that developed from @la-loom‘s beautiful and cute art. In this fic, Yuuri is a botanist/wizard that receives special seeds from Minako. The seeds happen to grow and turn into a flower-baby, the most cute creature you can imagine!

Viknik? Broomstick!, by elesssar. Yuuri notices his boyfriend is strange, throwing salt in some corners of the house, knowing the lunar calendar by heart and having stones attached to everything he owns. One day, he discovers why. (This fic inspired another one: It’s a Viknik sickfic, by iceprinceofbelair)

Now the fics I didn’t read yet, but sound fantastic!

Stuck on you, part of the Magic Moments series by GabzJones. Living in a world where magic is forbidden is hard. Victor is merely a humble store owner to those in the town, hiding his magic from all who visit. But the appearance of a kind Knight wasn’t something he was prepared for. Especially on a day when one of his experiments had gone wrong. This story has an explicit part 2! ; )

A cup of magic, by Cottone @v-katsuki written as part of the Viktuuri Reverse Big Bang 2017. This story is a coffee shop AU mixed with Kiki’s delivery service elements, in which Victor is still a figure skater and sometimes visits Yuuri’s shop for his coffee… literal magical drinks.

Charmed, I’m sure, by @adjit​, also written for the Viktuuri Reverse Bang 2017.   Yuuri is just a witch working in a small magic shop when suddenly, Viktor Nikiforov throws himself into his life asking about a charm, of all things.

Talking about Kiki’s delivery service, here’s an AU of this wonderful movie: Brew, by iceprincessvictuuri. Yuuri is a young and insecure witch that has to leave home, family and friends to start to practice his magic in a new town. The chapters are very short, and it looks like an adorable story.

(living legend)-(something in cyrillic I can’t write), by KristleTribble. An alternate universe where Viktor is a cursed warlock who lives a hermit’s lifestyle, isolated away from other people who fear his uncanny talent with magic. A strange young man visits him one night, requesting his help to save a dog’s life. Viktor, as he comes to learn who this stranger is, finds himself growing attached to him.

Dark divine arts in the hands of a fallen angel, by Bam4me. In which Yuuri is a natural born necromancer, one of VERY few in the world, and he’s not very well liked by a lot of the world because of it. This contributes to his anxiety disorder a lot and will later on be the cause of him hiding from people. But Victor thinks he’s a literal angel from heaven.

neighborly charms, by thishasbeencary @yoyoplisetsky as part of the Big Bang!!! on Ice. It’s just your normal love story set in an idyllic neighborhood full of witches, the friendliest poodle in the world and one pretty clueless chef. 

Wow! That was a long list, right?! I hope everyone have fun with these wonderful stories!

*thinks that, now, there’s no doubt about this year’s costume*

~The Fic Rec Elf~

[jazz670]

Redemption/guardian devil au

TigerClaw-TigerFang

BrokenTail-BrokenBlaze

ThistleClaw-ThistleDown

Scourge/Tiny-TinyFrost

HawkFrost-HawkPool

MapleShade-MaplePetal

Sol-ShadeFrost

AshFur-AshFace

DarkStripe-DarkFire

RainFlower-RainFall

So in this au, the 10 original cats above that are sent to the dark forest get a chance to be put out of their eternal suffering. They have to watch over ten kits, and make sure they follow the correct path. AshFur, RainFlower, ThistleClaw, and Sol are all fine to obey and protect the kits. TigerStar and Scourge try to make the kits kill eachother. In the end, they all end up begrudgingly agreeing

[boonauwarriorcats]

Longtail, warrior of ThunderClan, later Longstar leader of ShadowClan.

In the Boon AU, Longtail never fully believed the story about Tigerclaw's attempted murder, and thought his old friend and idol had been treated unfairly. He listened to Darkstripe's rants about it, and distrusted Redtail and Tinyfrost. When Darkstripe wanted to leave ThunderClan after Redstar became leader, Longtail agreed.

They tracked down Tigerclaw, who was living as a kittypet with Sasha. For a time the four were happy there, forming a found family in Sasha's garden. Sasha and Longtail became good friends.

Longtail went with the group to ShadowClan when Sasha needed a medicine cat to help with her kitting. Nightstar took pity on the group, and allowed them to stay. Longtail was grateful for this.

When Tigerclaw started gunning to take over ShadowClan, however, Longtail couldn't support it. He realized that Tigerclaw was everything he had denied - an ambitious murderer willing to do anything for power. When Tigerstar declared himself leader of ShadowClan and had Nightstar imprisoned, Longtail alone stood up to him, begging him to not do this. Tigerclaw proceeded to tear Longtail's ear off and have him imprisoned too.

He and Nightstar were not released until TigerClan was defeated, Tigerstar driven out of the forest, and Darkstripe was dead. Nightstar resumed his leadership of ShadowClan, and named Longtail his deputy, much to Longtail's surprise. He did this as he was the only warrior who stood up to Tigerclaw, even though it cost him greatly.

Tigerstar's betrayal and Darkstripe's death hit Sasha and Longtail both very hard, and they comforted each other through their complicated grieving. Longtail stepped up as a pseudo-father-figure for Hawkkit, Mothkit and Tadpolekit. Over time he fell in love with Sasha, but she didn't feel comfortable in ShadowClan after everything that happened with Tigerstar. When her kits were apprenticed, she left ShadowClan to roam, and Longtail loved her from afar while supporting her need for a new start.

Later in life he would succeed Nightstar and become Longstar, and lead ShadowClan to the lake territories. Hawksight, Mothfeather and Tadpolefang would go on the journey to Sun-Drown-Place - on their return journey they found their mother. They convinced Sasha to come back with them, and she ended up rejoining ShadowClan and reconnecting with Longstar. In their twilight years they fell in love properly.

[talonslockau]

Forest of Secrets - Chapter 33

Chapter 32 || Index || Chapter 34

Fireheart grumbled to himself as he sat beside the nursery, looking out on the camp. It was just after sunhigh,  and he had been predictably stuck on guarding camp once again. The camp had mostly cleared out now that the time for sharing tongues was over, with mentors going off to train their apprentices and warriors off to complete patrols.

He shook his fur out, trying to keep his mind off how much he’d rather be anywhere but guard duty. The nursery behind him was quiet, his sister and her kits sleeping after a sunhigh feeding; the elders were mostly napping themselves, the momentary warmth that sunhigh brought lulling them into a drowsy slumber.

Sandstorm and Tigerclaw were standing near the entrance of camp, lecturing Brightpaw and Thornpaw. As he watched, Tigerclaw gave a respectful nod to his daughter and walked away to speak with Bluestar. He grimaced at the sight. At this point, it was rarer to see Tigerclaw teaching his apprentice than some other mentor overseeing the young tom. Why had he bothered taking an apprentice if he wasn’t interested in teaching one?

He forced himself to look away, knowing that watching them would only make him angrier. Instead, he focused on where Whitestorm and Yellowfang were sitting and talking, as they watched Brokentail doing some basic stretches. The sight made him smile slightly; even if they didn’t all know it yet, it was nice to see them bonding like a family might. He was glad he had decided to tell Yellowfang what Brokentail had said to him; she had been slightly happier in recent days, or at the very least, not scowling as much.

His gaze drifted back to the camp entrance as Sandstorm left with the two apprentices in tow. Tigerclaw and Bluestar had gone into her den, leaving the camp with only the elders and Brokentail’s entourage. Even Snowkit was out, fetching moss for the elders’ nests. The clearing felt strangely devoid of life as he looked upon it; he shifted uncomfortably, unnerved by the stillness and silence. 

As the moments passed by in quiet contemplation, his fur began to prickle more and more until it felt as though ants were crawling up and down his pelt. He tensed his muscles, trying to will it away, but the jitters only grew stronger until he was forced to stand and try to shake them out. He couldn’t sit here until the patrols finally came back, he quickly realized. Between the boredom and the silence, he would surely drive himself mad.

Perhaps a few laps around camp would do him good, he thought to himself, stretching out his muscles and beginning to pad along the clearing perimeter. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t do his job walking around, after all. If anything, he was guarding the camp even better, making sure to check all spots for any signs of trouble!

“Fireheart?” He blinked out of his thoughts at the sound of his name, turning to see he’d just passed by where Rosetail and Halftail were snoozing together. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head quickly. “No, I’m just trying to beat the chill. Figured I’d try to warm myself up by taking a walk around camp. I hope my pacing didn’t disturb you?”

The tortoiseshell elder shrugged, her bony shoulders exaggerating the movement. “It doesn’t bother me. Just try to keep it down, won’t you? The other elders won’t appreciate it if their sunhigh slumber is disturbed.” She flicked her red-striped tail towards where the other elders were sprawled out in various patches of dappled sunlight.

“Of course.” He purred with a respectful dip of his head, before quietly continuing on. He flicked his tail in a greeting to Whitestorm and Yellowfang as he passed them, though neither stopped him to talk as they watched Thunderclan’s sole prisoner. He approached the nursery again, feeling energized as blood rushed through his veins. It seemed a small walk was just what he needed after all, given he was to be cooped up in camp until close to sunset.

He began a second languid lap around the clearing, focusing on keeping his pawsteps soundless. He paused briefly by the leader’s den, wondering what Tigerclaw and Bluestar were talking about, but he could only hear dull murmuring beyond the mossy curtain and quickly continued on before either could notice his shadow. He dipped his head to Snowkit as he passed by with a large ball of moss, watching the young tom disappear into the elders’ den. He was tempted to help with making the elders’ nests, but he knew that if Tigerclaw caught him doing anything but guard duty that he would get an angry reprimand he certainly didn’t need.

He had just reached the stump by the apprentices’ den when Sandstorm burst into camp, her sides heaving. “Thunderclan!” She wheezed out as all eyes turned towards her. “We… we’re…”

Fireheart stared at her in confusion. “Sandstorm?” He prompted as the tawny molly fought to catch her breath. “What’s going on? Has something happened to Brightpaw and Thornpaw?” He glanced over his shoulder at Yellowfang, wondering if perhaps the healer was needed to rectify a training accident.

The deputy’s daughter shook her head stubbornly. “Attack… They…” She panted, clearly not used to having run as fast as she had. Fireheart stepped towards her delicately. Normally, she might claw his ears off for daring to approach; now, however, she seemed too preoccupied with whatever message she was trying to get out.

As he did, the bramble tunnel rustled behind her, one dark-colored many-toed paw stepping into view - then another. “Look out!” Fireheart yowled, sprinting past her to slam into Spiderfoot as he slid into view. The former Shadowclan deputy twisted out of the way, more rogues pouring in behind him. A dark gray tom rushed at Fireheart, driving him back from the entrance before he could stop them.

The Thunderclan camp was alive with howls of anger and the flash of claws as what few cats remained dove into battle. 

Fireheart sprang at the dark gray tom that had tried to attack him, his claws raking down his side and tearing away thick clumps of fur. The rogue snarled and leaped back at him, slamming him into the ground, but Fireheart was ready; with one vicious kick, he sent his back claws into the tom’s belly as hard as he could, sending the invader flying. 

He rolled to his feet, not giving the former Shadowclanner a chance to recover before he was beset by a flurry of fast claw-strikes. In moments, the rogue had tucked his tail and was racing back out of the camp entrance.

He turned to briefly survey the camp. Everything was in chaos. He spotted briefly Goldenflower and Frostfur near the nursery, fighting in furious tandem to attack Spiderfoot; Patchpelt was stationed in front of the elders’ den, lashing out with surprising speed at a brown and white patched molly and brown tom with a shredded tail; he could see Sandstorm riding the back of a scarred brown tom he recognized as Clawface, her claws digging into his neck as she bit at whatever her fangs could get a hold of.

As he surveyed camp, looking for another cat to drive away, he froze as he realized he couldn’t see the silver shine of Bluestar’s pelt amongst the fighters. As he searched fearfully for Thunderclan’s leader, his heart dropped as he realized he couldn’t see the bulky form of Tigerclaw among the throng either. 

His mind suddenly flashed back to the day he had seen Tigerclaw sitting next to Brokentail, the day after Graystripe had attacked him. He’d thought then that it was a father and son sharing tongues, but now he knew that not to be true. Then he recalled how he had scented a strange group of cats mixed in with Tigerclaw’s scent when he had gone to visit his sister shortly before. 

Of course camp had been so empty - Tigerclaw had planned this! He cursed himself for not seeing it sooner, even as he leaped towards the leader’s den. The lichen hung eerily still over the stone mouth, even as the battle raged around them. He didn’t hesitate, shoving his way in before any cat could stop him.

Then he froze.

Tigerclaw stood hunched over the still body of Bluestar, blood dripping down his maw as he looked to see who had dared interrupt him. At the sight of the ginger tom standing there, his lips curled into a wicked grin, showing teeth stained with the blood of his leader. “You’re too late, kittypet!” He crowed, turning and rising to his full height as he stared down Fireheart with glittering amber eyes. “Even now, Bluestar’s lives slip away from her, tragically taken by one of Brokentail’s rogues as they sought to free him from Thunderclan’s grasp. No cat will suspect the truth.”

“Traitor!” Fireheart howled, launching himself at the tabby with a vengeful fury.

The deputy dodged out of the way with a mocking laugh. “You’re a fool if you think you can defeat me with those silly battle tricks that your pathetic little mentor taught you. I’d only planned to send you two back where you belonged, but if you insist on fighting me…” His claws unsheathed, glinting in the lowlight. “I’ll happily oblige.”

He easily ducked out of the way as Tigerclaw swung, his claws raking the air over Fireheart’s ears. He recalled what Tinyfrost had told him nearly a moon ago, after Bluestar had rejected the truth - He will underestimate an opponent that’s smaller than him. Use his arrogance against him. The words rang again and again in his ears as he stood, his blood blazing inside him. He might have been too late to save Bluestar, but he would not let Tigerclaw become leader. Not without a fight.

He leaped past the murderer towards the entrance. “Fleeing, kittypet?” Tigerclaw taunted as he pivoted around on one paw, using his momentum to launch himself onto the deputy’s back and dig his claws in. Tigerclaw howled beneath him as Fireheart dug in, bucking and clawing as he tried to get the smaller tom off of him.

He strained to find skin under the thick tabby fur, growling to himself as he couldn’t find purchase. In desperation, he snapped out at Tigerclaw’s neck, hoping to find the weak spot in his spine, but he whipped his head around at the last moment. Instead, Fireheart’s fangs sunk into one dark ear, and he pulled viciously to tear away a chunk of flesh.

Tigerclaw yowled in pain beneath him, and with one last kick finally flung the ginger tom off, sending him into one wall of the den. He immediately rolled to the side as he landed, just barely missing two heavy paws slamming into where he had been. He got to his feet, watching as a trickle of blood sped down the deputy’s ear. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that, kittypet.” Tigerclaw snarled as he spun to face the young warrior. “I’ll flay you alive!”

He lunged once more at Fireheart, but the ginger tom nimbly skipped out of the way. His heart was racing from fear, but he had never felt more alive. If he died now, he died knowing he had done what he could to save his Clan.

As they stared each other down, he realized that the stone floor beneath his paws was thick with blood. Bluestar’s blood, he despaired, glancing to the side to see the body still lying there. Tigerclaw took that moment to rush at him, but he quickly side-stepped away onto a dry patch of ground.

The tabby tom hadn’t been expecting it, and swerved to course correct; this time, however, it was him standing in Bluestar’s blood, and as he tried to change direction his paws slipped out from beneath him, causing him to land with a heavy thud in front of Fireheart. The ginger warrior was diving at the deputy before he could recover; his claws slicing away the thick fur above the shoulder blade, while his fangs dug into the soft flesh beneath it. Blood immediately spurted onto his tongue, and the caterwaul of the tom under him revealed that he’d found a soft spot.

Fireheart stiffened in shock as he felt Tigerclaw’s paws wrap around his sides. In any other cat, such a bite would surely stun them, but cats across all Clans knew of Tigerclaw’s legendary stone will when it came to fighting. He would not stop until one of them was dead.

He let go of Tigerclaw’s neck and wrenched himself to the side, hoping to free himself from the tabby tom’s grasp. Instead, they went flipping across the stone den as they lashed out at each other with claws and fangs. Fireheart felt wounds being torn into his side, but he didn’t dare to stop - couldn’t dare to stop. 

Just as he thought that Tigerclaw might get the upper paw, a black blur slammed into them, sending the two fighters tumbling in separate directions across the floor. It took Fireheart several moments to get to his feet, but when he did, he could see Tinyfrost had pinned Tigerclaw by his scruff and front paws.

“Tiny- Tinyfrost?” He stuttered out, his muscles burning even as he crossed the den to help pin the traitor’s back legs, which were still clawing desperately as he tried to get the little tom to let go. “How-?”

“Sandstorm sent Thornpaw to come get us. Yowled about camp being in danger before he ran off.” The senior warrior spat down at his old enemy beneath him through the thick scruff, his ice blue eyes burning with fury. “I think he went off to the Great Sycamore to get Mousefur’s hunting patrol. Brightpaw is probably off finding Lionheart’s and Darkstripe’s patrols.”

He let out a sigh of relief at that. Now he understood why he hadn’t seen either of the apprentices behind Sandstorm; she’d clearly scented the rogues coming and sent them to get help. “Tinyfrost, he… Bluestar…” He glanced back at Bluestar’s body that was still laying in her blood-soaked nest.

“I saw.” Tinyfrost’s eyes squeezed shut in grief for his dead mentor for a brief moment before they opened again. “No use dwelling on it. Help me drag him out of here.”

The two shepherded their new prisoner out into the clearing. Tinyfrost had been right: the other patrols had returned, along with Brightpaw. It seemed as though with their combined might, they had driven out the rest of the rogues while Fireheart had been fighting with Tigerclaw. Now the assembled fighters were assessing their wounds and the damage that had been done. As the three cats exited the leader’s den in tandem, all eyes turned to them.

“Tigerclaw! Why- What are you two doing?” Dustleap jumped to his paws, fur bristling furiously. “That’s your deputy you’re-”

“He’s a traitor!” Fireheart howled, shoving Tigerclaw to the ground before him. The deputy’s amber eyes burned with rage as he sprawled before the two former kittypets.

There were shocked yowls of disbelief at his words. “Tigerclaw has always been a loyal warrior, and a great deputy!” Patchpelt called from where he was sitting by the elders’ den, where all the other elders were slowly clambering out. “How could he be a traitor?”

“Tigerclaw has never been a loyal warrior!” Fireheart shot back, his eyes searching the crowd for Peppermask. At last he spotted her, near the nursery - as their twin green gazes met, she slowly nodded. It was time, at last, to reveal the truth. “Tell me, who here remembers Redtail?”

There was discontent as he spoke the name of the fallen deputy. “So what?” Darkstripe growled from near the front of the crowd. “Redtail may not have been his mate before he died, but he still got vengeance for his death at the claws of those-”

“And who told you that?” The ginger tom thrust his muzzle towards the black-striped tom. “Did not one of you think it was strange that Oakheart, known for his love of battle and for his great honor, would resort to such a dirty trick? Did you not think that it was strange that Ravenspirit returned to camp with a wound so terrible, he fainted because of it, even though he had supposedly not fought at all?”

The crowd murmured uneasily to each other as they pondered his questions. “Speak plainly, Fireheart.” It was Lionheart who spoke up now, his green eyes troubled as they looked down on his longtime rival.

“Tigerclaw wasn’t the one to kill Oakheart that day.” Fireheart announced to a series of shocked gasps. “But he did indeed kill that morning at Sunningrocks. The cat he killed was not his enemy - but his own deputy, Redtail!”

Yowls of shock and fury met his words, each cat speaking over another as they tried to question him. Fireheart stared at them, uneasy at the sea of faces of cats twisted into states of anger, fear, and grief. He had kept this hidden from them for so long. Would they blame him for not telling them sooner?

“SILENCE!” Fireheart startled slightly at Tinyfrost’s caterwaul beside him. He had never heard the little tom shout so loudly before, even when he was mad at his apprentice. He supposed he understood why his old mentor was so quiet otherwise - he was certain that even cats near Fourtrees must have heard the yowl. “He can’t answer anything when you’re all talking over each other.” Tinyfrost mewed, once again quiet as the crowd followed his command. “If you want answers, try asking one at a time.”

His heart thudded against his ribs as he looked out at the gathered warriors. At last, Halftail stood up, his golden eyes full of suspicion. “How do you know all this? You weren’t there.” The tabby elder pointed out before sitting back down.

He dipped his head. “I was not. But I was told all of this by a cat that was there. Ravenspirit saw his father murder his own deputy.” He glanced up towards the sky briefly, as though recalling the fallen tom. “It was his intention to tell us the truth before he fainted. When he came to, Tigerclaw threatened to kill him if he said a word against his father.” The tabby on the ground before him squinted angrily at him. They both knew he was lying, at least partially, but it was easier than explaining everything in detail. “But Ravenspirit’s silence wasn’t enough. That’s why he insinuated his own son was a Shadowclan spy to anyone who would listen - so none would believe him even if he did dare to speak up and tell the truth.”

“Stone-heart!” He blinked as Dappleshine stood, her green eyes filled with furious fire as she glared at the deputy whose son she had raised. “It’s because of you that Ravenspirit is dead!”

“How do you know he wasn’t lying?” Darkstripe yowled again, his pale yellow eyes narrow as he glared at Fireheart. Fireheart glared back evenly.

“I spoke with Riverclan.” He stated flatly, as he looked out on the crowd, meeting the gaze of each Thunderclan cat. “I asked myself, if Tigerclaw truly killed Redtail, then who killed Oakheart? Was it Redtail himself?”

“Redtail would never kill another cat!” Longtail spat as he rose to his paws, fur bristling angrily. “I was his apprentice, I should know!”

“I didn’t say he did.” Fireheart pointed out readily as he gazed back at the tabby warrior. “I asked Riverclan if they knew who had killed Oakheart. I was surprised to hear that it was not a cat that killed him, but a rockfall, caused by all of the rain the night before. Redtail and Tigerclaw were there when he died, but neither was responsible for his death.” He tore his eyes away from Longtail to look out at the rest of the crowd. “You can ask any Riverclan cat, and they’ll all tell you the same thing; even Mudwish and Mosspatch, their healers, who are above Clan disputes.”

Cats in the crowd began to uneasily eye their neighbors and whisper to each other. Could what Fireheart was saying really be true? “He thought that if he killed Redtail and pretended to have avenged him, he would be made deputy.” Fireheart explained, knowing that they were wondering the traitor’s motive, just as he had been. “But Quickflash was made deputy instead.”

“And I suppose you’re going to say he killed Quickflash too.” Darkstripe scoffed, but he could see fear in the black tabby’s eyes - he knew the truth, just as Fireheart did. His lip curled into a sneer at the realization.

“He did. He summoned Quickflash to the side of the Thunderpath, where the verge is thinnest, and pushed him out in the path of an incoming Monster. He had no chance to react before it was too late.” Fireheart looked to the back, where Peppermask was leaning against her mother. His heart ached to bring it up, but it had to be done. “This time, he was made deputy. Not through Starclan’s will, but through his own bloodied paws.”

There were hisses and jeers at his words. “Why bring all this up now, when we have Brokentail and his rogues to deal with?” Mousefur called from where she was sitting by her apprentice. “Surely this is a matter for Bluestar to decide.”

“Because he summoned Brokentail’s rogues here today!” Fireheart yowled, his voice loud enough to be heard by Starclan above. “He made sure every warrior and apprentice was out of camp except for Whitestorm and myself. I don’t know what he promised them for helping him - a place in the Clan, maybe, or hunting rights on our territory. Maybe it was just the chance to get their leader back.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “It doesn’t matter. He made sure the camp was as unguarded as possible.”

A long, tense moment of silence stretched out between him and the crowd. “Why?” Mistspring questioned at last.

His shoulders sagged in defeat as he realized that even despite all this, Tigerclaw had achieved what he had sought to do. “Because being deputy was never going to be enough for him. He wanted to control the Clan, with no cat able to temper his power.” He looked down at his paws, trying to summon up the courage to tell the Clan a truth that he knew would break them. “While the rogues fought everyone left in camp, he slipped into Bluestar’s den and did what he had to do to make sure he became leader.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “He killed Bluestar.”

Stunned silence met his words. “That’s not possible.” He opened his eyes and looked out on the faces of shocked and fearful cats. “Bluestar is - he couldn’t kill her! He wouldn’t kill her!” It was Dustleap speaking, his golden eyes round and horrified.

“He did!” Fireheart howled, tears finally flowing down his face as his grief overcame him. “I realized what he had done, but it was too late. By the time I got inside, he had already killed her. I fought him, but…” He dropped his head in shame. “I couldn’t stop him. I was too late. I’m so sorry.”

It felt as though the weight of the sky itself was pressing down on him, suffocating him, drowning him in his own tears. He didn’t dare look up at the crowd. Despite all his knowledge, despite everything he’d tried to do, he had still failed them. Even if they cast out Tigerclaw, they were still leaderless.

“And you, Tigerclaw?” He recognized Lionheart’s steady voice speak up now, and pictured the giant golden tabby looking down on the other great warrior with disdain. “Have you anything to say in your defense?”

He heard something rustling, and opened his eyes to see Tigerclaw finally sitting up. “Oh, I have something to say, alright.” The traitor growled bitterly, his amber eyes burning as he glared at Fireheart. “That’s a tall tale you’ve told there, Fireheart. It’s a shame not a word of it was true.”

Gasps of shock met his words. “So you deny it?” Tinyfrost growled, his claws unsheathing as he glared at his enemy, the cat he had so longed to deliver justice and vengeance to.

“Fireheart himself admits that his tale comes from the mouth of my dead son, one who everyone knows always had an overactive imagination.” Tigerclaw shook his head wearily. “And even more, his ‘evidence’ that I somehow killed Redtail hinges on Riverclan, who every cat knows would lie to Starclan themselves if they thought it would make them look good!”

Fireheart bristled furiously. “You-!”

“I am ashamed I could not save Redtail before it was too late. That is my guilt to bear.” The deputy’s head hung and he gave a dramatic sigh. “But his death wasn’t my fault - neither was Quickflash’s. Tell me, Fireheart, did you see me shove my predecessor under a Monster’s paws? Or perhaps you’ll say that Ravenspirit witnessed it, or that we should go ask the very Monster that killed him!”

He didn’t give the young warrior a chance to interrupt. “I’ll tell you all what really happened. It’s true that I only left two warriors to guard camp - something that any cat can tell you happens regularly, now that we are not at war with any other Clan.” Tigerclaw shook his head sadly as he looked back up to the crowd. “I was told that Brokentail’s rogues had been scattered, and no cat has reported them on the border in moons. How was I supposed to know they would attack today?”

Fireheart’s heart dropped as he saw cats quietly discussing with each other. Surely they didn’t believe him? “And what about Bluestar’s body? The blood that I found dripping from your maw? You expect them to believe that was a figment of my imagination, too?” He interjected quickly, glaring back at the deputy as his own claws began to unsheathe.

“It’s true that Bluestar is dead. But as you would know if you had taken even a moment to listen to me instead of attacking, I was trying to save her.” Up close, he could see the treacherous deputy’s eyes glittering with thinly veiled contempt as he gazed down on the young warrior. “I did have her blood on my paws, but I was trying to stop the bleeding so a healer could arrive.”

“I said-”

“Tell me, Thunderclan!” Tigerclaw didn’t give him a chance to speak, standing and shouting to the crowd with his booming voice. “Who would you believe? A kittypet that openly admits to believing an enemy Clan over his own? Or your own loyal deputy, who has served this Clan faithfully for many seasons?”

Fireheart shook with rage as he stared up at the murderous tabby. How could this traitor try and claim that this was somehow his fault? Trying to twist his own words against him, if not openly lying about what had happened just moments before?

In the corner of his eye he could see the crowd shift, and he tore his attention away briefly to see the entire Clan looking between him and Tigerclaw. He could see Peppermask also looking around at the Clan, and Frostfur was scowling furiously at the deputy as her white fur hung off her in clumps. The rest of the sea of faces looked doubtful, and he realized with horror that they didn’t believe him.

His words stuck in his throat as he tried to speak, to say something that would convince them. He had known that his tale was difficult to accept, that Tigerclaw was held in such high regard that it would take truly momentous proof to out him as a murderer and codebreaker. But didn’t they understand? Bluestar was dead! If they let Tigerclaw get away with killing her, if he became leader of Thunderclan, then -

“I don’t know, Tigerclaw.” He blinked as he heard a familiar mew behind him. “Who should we believe?”

He turned around, his blood roaring in his ears. That voice - it couldn’t be-

But it was. Standing behind him was Bluestar, the leader of Thunderclan.

[wingednovi]

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moon 2 of magpieclan

i enjoy hating on tinyfrost

[ao3feed-victuuri]

A Crown of Blue Roses

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by TinyFrost

Rodinia and Yamato had been at war for over ten years. After working towards a much desired peace, the Czar and the Empress sign an agreement which includes the arranged marriage between Crown Prince Viktor of Rodinia and Second Prince Yuuri of Yamato. Yet, Viktor's heart is broken by loss and grief, things he shouldn't have said means he has broken his first love's heart long before they have a chance to meet each other...

(This is basically a very masochist story I got the idea of and needed to write but don't fear since I really want it to have a happy ending :)

Words: 5932, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov, Hiroko Katsuki, Katsuki Toshiya, Katsuki Mari, Okukawa Minako, Yuri Plisetsky, Nikolai Plisetsky, Nishigori Yuuko, Nishigori Takeshi, Nishigori Axel, Nishigori Lutz, Nishigori Loop, Mila Babicheva, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Sara Crispino, Phichit Chulanont, Lee Seung Gil

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Phichit Chulanont/Lee Seung Gil

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, a/b/o dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Anxious Katsuki Yuuri, Rape Recovery, Arranged Marriage, Married Life, Political Alliances, basically Victor said things he shouldn't, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut

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[kiwibattlecats]

Mudfoot  ♂ Flaxclan Elder “Solid grey tom with darker feet, tail and face, and orange eyes.”

Resilient || Slightly Bitter || Attentive || Dedicated   Mother: Leopardtail Father: Wingdust (deceased) Sister: Larkkit (deceased) Brother: Beesting (deceased) Half-sister: Sikaspot Half-brother: Lizardtail (Fernclan) Mate: Smokebreeze (deceased) Kits: Tinyfrost, Littleshade and Whisperwood Mentor: Swallowstar (deceased) Apprentice: Fogstripe (deceased)  Appears in Dappledshade’s Vision and Snowpaw’s Shadow

[everybody-loves-purdy]

Do longtail, Darkstripe, or sandstorm exist in your froststar au?

That’s a really good question that I didn’t consider until reading this so thanks for the prompt - and yes they do

Darkstripe - Basically the same sort of things go on with him as in canon, Tinyfrost/Froststar has always despised him because of his cowardly nature and close affiliations with Tigerclaw/star. Froststar is delighted when Darkstripe poisons Sorrelkit as it gives him an excuse to get rid of him, although he is disappointed that he wasn’t the one to find him poisoning Sorrelkit, as that would have been an excuse to “accidentally” kill him. But since he can’t find an excuse to go with him during his banishment and secretly dispose of him without rousing the clans, and particularly Fireheart’s suspicions, he lets him go. Darkstripe still dies during battle.

Longtail - Has a similar character arc as in canon, this is someone else Froststar has always particularly loathed. But once the battle is over and Froststar makes Bone deputy and his true intentions are revealed, Longtail tries to act to save ThunderClan, he has heard stories of how Tigerstar died and tries to assassinate Froststar the same way while he sleeps - he fails, Froststar viciously attacks Longtail and the ruckus wakes the whole clan - which brings me onto:

Sandstorm - Similar role as to canon, she becomes Fireheart’s mate and is fiercely loyal to Bluestar, and then Froststar before the battle, she dismisses Fireheart’s fears since she believes that StarClan is guiding Froststar and everything he does is ultimately for the best. That is until after the battle (and Fireheart’s death). Sandstorm realises Fireheart was right and deeply regrets not taking his fears more seriously. One night after the battle she is awoken by the sound of fighting, as are the rest of the surviving clan. She goes to find Longtail and Froststar surrounded by a ring of Froststar’s twolegplace cats, who watch smirking. Longtail is heavily bloodied and to Sandstorm’s horror she realises he has been blinded, and Froststar is taunting by quickly attacking him and hopping around while Longtail whips around confused and in shock from his new lack of sight. Sandstorm shouts to let him go, to which Froststar stops and smirks at her, and taunts her about what is she going to do, his word is the warrior code and he says Longtail deserves to be punished for attempting to assassinate him. With all of the clan and the street cats watching, Sandstorm leaps on Froststar, tells Longtail to run and shoves him towards the camp entrance. All hell breaks loose, what is left of ThunderClan begins to rebel against Froststar but they are desperately outmatched - Froststar orders the street cats not to kill anyone, just suppress them. As Sandstorm is fighting Froststar she spots Longtail struggling so she kicks dirt in Froststar’s face and runs towards Longtail, grabs him by the scruff and quickly guides him out of camp. Bone tries to stop them on the way but Goldenflower attacks him and screams for Sandstorm to go. Sandstorm and Longtail don’t stop until they cross the scent line to four trees, they are both exhausted, and Sandstorm doesn’t know how she can treat Longtail’s wounds. They stay there catching their breath for a while, figuring out what to do and checking their injuries. Suddenly they catch ThunderClan scent and stagger to attack positions, scared Froststar has come for them, but it’s just a bloodied Speckletail, and with her she has an exhausted and terrified Sootfur, Rainkit, and Sorrelkit. Willowpelt has died in the scuffle, Froststar had tried to to pursue Sandstorm and Longtail as they were leaving camp but Willowpelt got there first and Froststar managed to get the better of her, after seeing this Speckletail coaxed the kits out the nursery and fled, she wanted to get the kits away from there, she didn’t want them growing up like that, they had no family now, and she wanted to ensure that they had a good upbringing, so she followed Sandstorm and Longtail’s scent trail to fourtrees. Sandstorm panics, she knows that if Speckletail and three kits could find her, Froststar could easily, so she quickly comes up with a plan. She announces to the group that they’re going to find WindClan, who has only fled two sunrises ago. So the group head towards the direction of the barn, to talk to Ravenpaw, and then hopefully find the exiled clan and join them.