#CrowKit

[splashtqil]

jerk !

[would-you-punt-them]

Crowfeather (Warrior Cats)

[lecrogea]

My Frost cats designs!!! ✨❄️

(art made in January)

[songclangen]

look. at. the. oakbreeze. KITS!!!!!! sorry it looks a bit messy with their names lol

sprites

[fawnwhisker]

PLSS draw Crowfeather

i like to think that he outgrew his emo bangs from apprentice hood

[polaroidraptor]

AU where Ravenpaw and Barley adopt Crowkit(?)

Inspired by these:

Honestly I don't have much more context or anything, since I do really like Ashfoot and Deadfoot (Crow's parents), I just got the idea after looking at the cover

[luvwormywarriorsdesigns]

Crowfeather

Warriors-Tober Day 9!

[fateoffireandwater]

Feather tail in the tribe

I was experimenting with layers I know it looks bad. I tried. She’s about to save crowdumb.

[simbasomba]

“I used to hear a simple song.”

“That was until you came along.”

“Now in its place is something new.”

“I hear it when I look at you.”

[feather-clangen]

Moon 0

[mothmans-warriors-designs]

She's so blue in her graphic novel design lol I toned it down a bit

[marouseum]

Crowfeather, the deputy of WindClan.

[greatsylveon2007wc]

[songclangen]

this one’s a bit busy but it was fun to draw

last panel gives me fumblefleck nostalgia ifykyk

[crestclan]

Crowkit and Pebblekit size comparison!

[sophswritingthings]

Longstar AU — Chapter Three

    “ThunderClan!”

    Longtail turned to see a WindClan patrol, headed by Mudclaw. His eyes narrowed, unsheathing his claws. He bared his teeth at the hostile WindClan warrior, the brown tom doing the same back.

    “Calm down, both of you,” Deadfoot padded up from behind him. “Fireheart,” He greeted the ThunderClan deputy with a dip of the head. “What are you here for?”

    “I need to speak with Tallstar,” He mewed, dipping his head back. “It’s urgent.”

    “This way, then,” Deadfoot flicked his tail, turning tail toward the WindClan camp. Longtail and Fireheart padded behind him, leaving the rest of the patrol behind. “What’s so urgent you're upsetting my patrols?”

    “It’s.. kind of only for Tallstar's ears,” Fireheart meowed softly.

    “I’m his deputy,” He hissed. “I'll find out sooner or later.”

    “Bluestar is planning an attack on WindClan,” Fireheart murmured.

    “Wrongly, I might add,” Longtail mewed, padding beside Deadfoot.

    “.. Yes.” Deadfoot narrowed his eyes, “What could we have done to upset Bluestar? As far as I know, nothings happened with borders or anything.”

    “We know,” Fireheart sighed. “Bluestar's a bit.. under the weather. She’s not thinking straight. She thinks WindClan is stealing prey,” He said, holding Deadfoot's yellow gaze. “We know she’s not right. We just don’t want any blood to spilled over nothing.”

    “I agree with you,” Deadfoot mewed as they slid into the camp, making a beeline for Tallstar's den. “Tallstar.”

    “Deadfoot,” He greeted, stretching his paws. “Fireheart. Longtail.”

    “Fireheart needs to speak with you,” Deadfoot curled his tail over his paws, “I'll leave you two to talk. Longtail, you can come with me.”

    “.. Er, alright,” Longtail mumbled, following the tom out of the leaders den.

    “So, are you and Fireheart close, hm? You're the one here with him,” Deadfoot glanced at Longtail.

    “.. Not really,” Longtail shrugged. “I don’t think he trusts me much.”

    “Why would you think that?” Deadfoot brushed his tail across Longtail's flank.

    “I dont.. I don’t know.” He whispered, obviously lying. Oh, he knew why. But he couldn’t say that. They don’t need to know ThunderClan is struggling anymore than they already know. And Tigerstar.. well, he’s definitely a struggle.

     “Maybe you should just chat with each other,” Deadfoot shrugged, rising to his paws. “That’s what I’d do, anyway. Well, I have a mate to visit. See you at the gathering tonight, Longtail.”

     With that, the tom padded away, stopping at a gray speckled queen and a jet black kit. Longtail's ears flattened, Deadfoot seemed to have such a good place in the clan. Deputy, a mate, a kit. He envied him, really.

     “Alright, we’re all good now.. well, hopefully.” Fireheart padded from Tallstar's den, with nervous twitch of his whiskers.

     “.. What did you do exactly?”

     “I’ve arranged a meeting between Tallstar and Bluestar,” He mewed as they excited the camp. “If Bluestar agrees to go, that is..”

     “The way she’s acting doesn’t seem she will,” Longtail murmured, flicking his tail with irritably.

     “Let’s just.. leave that in StarClan's paws, and hope she will,” He took in a deep breath, padding ahead of Longtail. He flattened his ears, padding after the tom.

     “There you two are,” Whitestorm greeted as they reentered the camp, “Where were you, hm?”

     “Just for a bit of hunting,” Fireheart replied before Longtail could speak. “Didn’t catch anything.”

     “Aw, too bad,” Whitestorm flicked his tail, “Well, I’ll see you later. Taking out the sunset patrol.” With a dip of his head, he padded out into the forest with an entourage of cats behind him. See, now he'd make a good deputy.

     “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the High Rock for a clan meeting!”

     The yowl startled both tom's, drawing them toward the High Rock. Fireheart took his place on the High Rock, and Longtail waded into the crowd, settling beside Mousefur.

      “These kits have reached the age of six moons and are ready to be apprenticed,” Bluestar mewed, her meow raspy. “Ashkit and Petalkit will be known as Ash’Paw and Petalpaw until they have earned their warrior names. Dustpelt, you will mentor Ashpaw and Sandstorm, you will mentor Petalpaw.” The two warriors padded from the crowd, touching noses with their new apprentices.

      With no other words seemingly to say, Bluestar jumped off the High Rock and bounded into her den. At least she did something right, Longtail rolled his eyes. Still can’t make our apprentices warriors, though.

      “.. Longtail?” As the crowd faded, Swiftpaw padded up to him. His yellow eyes were clouded, his ears flattened and his tail drooping. 

      “Is.. something wrong, Swiftpaw?” Longtail mewed, surveying his apprentices worried expression.

      “Why is Cloudpaw becoming a warrior, and not me, Brightpaw and Thornpaw..?”

     Longtail stared at Swiftpaw, his green eyes wide as the moon. Since when was that happening? Suddenly, his eyes flared with anger, narrowing his eyes to slits.

     “Where did you hear that?” Longtail growled.

     “C-Cloudpaw said that’s what Fireheart said,” Swiftpaw mumbled, shifting his paws nervously in the dirt. “Am.. am I not good enough to be a warrior?”

     “Of course you are!” Longtail yelped, “You all are. Not just Cloudpaw. I'll be right back.”

     With that, he turned around with a flick of his tail. He noticed Fireheart talking to Sandstorm, bounding across the clearing.

     “Something wrong, Longtail?”

     “Why in StarClan is your apprentice becoming a warrior, and not mine? Or Whitestorm's? Or Mousefur's?” He growled.

     “Listen, it wasn’t my choice, Bluestar—“

     “I do not give a rats-tail about what that crazy cat thinks!” Longtail bared his teeth, Fireheart unsheathing his claws. “You are our deputy, Fireheart, you need to be trying your best to do what’s best for the clan. And as of now, we need more warriors. You should be trying to convince her, and guide her to make the right decisions! But here you are, holding prejudice against me, Darkears, Dustpelt, even. I thought.. maybe you would be able to show the clan we were trustworthy, seeing how hard you had it when you got here. But I was obviously wrong.”

     “Longtail..—“

     “Save it,” He hissed. “You obviously think that I’m just like Tigerstar. That I’m plotting with him, that I’m still on his side, I’m a spy—whatever you think. You thought I would attack you, Fireheart. My own clanmate. You think I’m disloyal, I can see that,” His eyes narrowed. “Darkear's was right. You and the rest of the clan we'll never see us the same again, will you?”

     “Nobody sees you any different, Longtail,” Fireheart murmured.

     “Don’t lie to my face,” He growled. “Have fun at the gathering, Fireheart. I’m not coming. My clan obviously doesn’t want me there, seeing as I could share secrets with ShadowClan.” Ears flattened and tail tucked between his legs, he turned toward the warriors den.