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sophswritingthings · 1 year

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Longstar AU — Chapter Eleven

It was one night from the battle with BloodClan, the kits had been trained to fight as much as possible, as well as Cinderpath. Their hope was that BloodClan wouldn’t breach their camp with kits and elders inside, but they had no reason to believe they wouldn’t.

He was terrified.

What if he died? What if kits and elders were hurt in this battle, Cinderpath, Swiftflame..

Could they really take that chance?

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Blizzardspots approached him, a soft expression across her face. She didn’t look happy, but she didn’t look upset, either.

“Hey,” She mewed gently. “Firestar asked me to do a little hunting for the elders and kits.. did you want to come with?” A glint of fear sparkled in her yellow eyes. She didn’t want to go out alone.

“Sure,” Longtail rose to his paws. He followed the white bouncy she-cat out of the camp, the sun bouncing off her white fur beautifully. Maybe.. this was his chance to tell her what exactly was on his mind. “Hey, uh.. Blizzardspots?”

The she-cat popped out of the tall grass, gazing at him with a puzzled expression, “What’s up?”

“I.. uh..” The words were on the tip of his tongue, but as his ears flattened, he recoiled. “Nevermind. It’s nothing.” He turned away with a flick of his tail, padding farther into the forest.

He approached a squirrel, digging around in the dirt. He dropped into a hunters crouch, slowly creeping toward the creature. He soon leapt at the squirrel, digging his sharp claws into its sides.

“Nice!” Blizzardspots smiled, holding a small gray mouse in her jaws, “Did you want to talk to me about something? Like, seriously, you can. Anything, Longtail, your my friend.”

“No, it’s okay,” He said through gritted teeth. “Let’s get a bit more prey and take this to the elders and queens.”

Longtail nestled into his mossy nest, his long tail curled over his muzzle. He closed his eyes in the dim light, though he felt a pelt brush against his.

It was already late into the night, though they were just getting to sleep, himself and Blizzardspots. They'd stayed out hunting most of the day, collecting what prey they could.

Blizzardspots slid into her nest, curling up into a tight ball. She looked to be shaking a little bit, and it wasn’t from the night cold.

“Blizzardspots?” Longtail said in a low voice, doing his best not to wake the other warriors around them. “Is everything okay?..”

“N-no,” The she-cat quivered. “I’m so, so scared. W-what if.. what if you die tomorrow? I don’t know what I’d do around here without you.. and, w-what if I die, Longtail? What happens to me? Would StarClan accept me?..”

He paused, “Of course they would,” He scooted a bit closer to the she-cat, resting his paw atop of hers. “You're a warrior of ThunderClan no matter where you came from. Look at Firestar, he was once a kittypet, now he’s been accepted as a leader by StarClan. And if I die.. I’d be waiting for you in StarClan.”

“Y-you would?” Blizzardspots sniffled, brushing her falling tears away with a paw.

“I would,” A soft smile crossed his face.

“Thank you, Longtail.” Blizzardspots gave a gentle smile, curling back up in her nest. He did the same, falling into a deep sleep.

“ThunderClan,” Firestar's voice echoed through the camp. “Today is the day we take on BloodClan. RiverClan and ShadowClan have agreed to fight alongside us, as well as WindClan. No matter what happens today, we will forever be cats protected by StarClan. We fight as one, and we fight with the power of StarClan beside us.” He gazed down at his clanmates with determination in his green eyes.

Longtail knew all that was true. And he would fight for his clan til the very end. A loyalty unwavering.

Firestar leapt down from the High Rock, padding out of the camp with his clan behind him. Darkears and Mousefur padded on his sides, as well as Blizzardspots and Runningwind. The group rushed after the rest of the clan.

Longtail narrowed his eyes as fourtrees came into view, the other clans, along with BloodClan settled inside. The clan cats and BloodClan cats alike bared their teeth and showed their claws, ready to fight for their home.

“Last chance to back out,” Scourge growled.

“Never,” Firestar growled back, launching himself at the small tom. The rest of LionClan followed after his lead, taking on one or two BloodClan cats at a time.

Longtail hurled himself at a brown tabby she-cat, her pelt already torn up with scars. He barreled her over, digging his claws into her sides. Though, she wasn’t helpless, kicking him off with her hind legs, dragging those claws down his stomach.

He slashed his claws at the she-cats muzzle, blood dripping down her muzzle. She flattened her ears, scampering out of the hollow. He turned his attention on a black and white tom, looking similar to that of the deputy, Bone. Longtail almost jumped at him, but saw that Bone had Firestar pinned to the ground. His eyes narrowed once more, leaping at the BloodClan deputy and knocking him off the ThunderClan leader.

“Thank you,” Firestar murmured, out of breath from fighting. All Longtail gave was a simple nod, engaging back in battle with another BloodClan tom.

“Firestar!” Graystripe yowled, rushing toward his mate. Soon enough Sandstorm joined him, her ears flattened tight to her skull.

Longtail rose to his paws, gazing at the ThunderClan leader. He’s a leader, Longtail thought, though his ears flattened. But.. last time Scourge killed someone.. He thought back to Tigerstar, who had lost all nine lives at once from the BloodClan leader.

But he was soon proven wrong, Firestar rising to his paws.

“What..? But, how—I-I killed you!” Scourge stumbled backwards, “You should be dead!”

“I am a leader blessed by StarClan,” Firestar hissed, eyes narrowed to slits. “And therefore I am given nine lives. That is where you are weak,” He growled. “But I understand where you're coming from, Scourge.”

“What?” Graystripe hissed, “He tried to take the forest, Firestar!”

“I understand that,” Firestar glanced around at the BloodClan cats in the hollow. “But they are cats, just like us. And Scourge is their leader. He was only looking out for their well-being, much like us with our cats,” He flicked his tail. “I'd like to offer you a place in ThunderClan, for your cats, if you'd take it.”

“.. I—“ Scourge stammered, staring at his paws, “That would nice, Firestar.” He whispered, looking back up at the ThunderClan leader.

“I’m not joining some mouse-hearted clan,” A black and white spotted tom growled, earning a nod from another tom that looked similar. “I'll take over BloodClan to replace our mouse-hearted leader.” He hissed, earning approval from plenty of other cats. The cats who wanted to leave followed these two cats, padding back to twoleg place.

“I'll come,” The black and white tom they'd come to know as Bone padded up behind Scourge, nuzzling the tom.

“Me as well,” A black tabby tom padded up behind them. “I’m Midnight, by the way.” He flicked his tail in greeting.

“Than come along,” Firestar dipped his head. “We have warrior ceremonies to conduct. And.. I must name a new deputy,” He took a deep breath. “Come.”

They all trotted back to camp, the three new cats settling beneath the High Rock.

“These cats are joining our clan not as outsiders, or enemies, but as new friends and clanmates.” He smiled down at the three tom's, “From now on, Scourge you will be known as Tinyfrost.” He mewed, “And Bone as Bonespot. Midnight will be known as Blacksight. We welcome them as warriors of ThunderClan.”

“Tinyfrost! Bonespot! Blacksight!”

“And one more thing,” Firestar continued, silencing the crowd. “Whitestorm has passed to StarClan.” He mewed solemnly, hanging his head. “So I must name a new deputy. And I could think of no better cat, one of my strongest and most trusted warriors.”

Graystripe, probably. They’ve been best friends since they were apprentices, Longtail thought with a flick of his tail.

“Longtail,” Firestar called his name, beckoning him forward. His green eyes stretched wide, padding forward into the clearing. “We have had our ups and downs. When I first joined the clan you had opposed so, though, you have learned to trust me as a warrior and a leader. And I have learned to trust you, as well.” He smiled, “Under the eyes of StarClan, do you accept this position as deputy, and protect and defend your clan with your life?”

“I would be honored to, Firestar.”

“Than under the watchful eyes of StarClan I name Longtail as the new deputy of ThunderClan.” Firestar meowed.

“Longtail! Longtail!” The clan cheered his name loud as can be. Finally, he felt he was a trusted and respected warrior, and like he was part of his clan once more.

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tribbetherium · 2 years

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The Middle Temperocene: 150 million years + 1000 years post-establishment

Almost People: The Calliducynomorpha and Convergent Species

The Calliducyonidae are the third sophonts to arise on HP-02017, after the harmsters and the splintsters. Their rise to prominence, however, has been an incremental, gradual one, bit by bit as with all evolutionary processes, and as evolution is never a straight line, devoid of any definite goal except whatever survives for now, other branches of the overall taxonomic family--the Calliducynomorpha--emerged, diverged, and continue to persist.

These close taxonomic cousins of the true calliducyons, the Eucalliducyonidae comprised of the two species of southhounds and three species of northhounds and the multiple subspecies of each, range in various levels of intellectual prowess, representative of various rungs of the progression toward full sapience. Some are simpler near-sophonts, comparable to, in human terms, early hominids, others being highly-sophisticated but not quite sophonts, akin to great apes like chimpanzees, and others are simply instinctive animals just marginally more intelligent than the Earthly carnivorous mammals they share their niches with, the canids such as dogs and wolves. Thus a spectrum is formed, of various animals blurring the clear line between person and beast: and the true calliducyons, in their lore and culture, have percieved such beings in very different ways.

The closest living relative of the calliducyons is the saddled baskerville (Protocalliducyon primalis): a primitive species that diverged six million years ago from the common ancestor of the northern baskerville and southern baskerville that gave rise to the northhounds and southhounds, respectively. While still more closely related to the northhounds, the southhounds bear closer resemblance to this basal species, sharing their stocky builds, pack-hunting of large prey and highly-intelligent and empathetic behavior toward its fellows.

Saddled baskervilles are complex creatures: they care for their own kin, use tools to a more limited degree, are behaviorally flexible and adaptable, and even have a complex means of vocal communication. However, they are, compared to true calliducyons, simple and child-like, as their communications, loosely "stories", are merely descriptive events of actual experiences. They do not imagine, create folklore, philosophize about the nature of their world or grasp complex abstract concepts, and their language in comparison is far simpler. And unlike the true calliducyons, they are significantly more instinctive, and lack higher understanding of morality: engaging in such animalistic practices as killing the pups of rival packs, copulating with members of their close relation, or consuming their own feces-- all behaviors that their closer neighbors, the southhounds, find abhorrent.

Their more feral behaviors and amoral unpredictability has led to a deep rift between them and the southhounds, who typically do not welcome them in their territories, and see them as savages. Indeed, some packs of saddled baskervilles are known to become hostile to the southhounds, to which the southhounds are left to retaliate thusly. However, certain groups of southhounds, such as the darkears, admire them for their "purity and freedom", and their simpler ways. Some packs have even learned their simple words and call a truce with them--though these are limited interactions and not true conversations, and the two do not mingle due to their behavioral, biological, and mental differences.

Further down the line are the Paracalliducyonidae, a group of baskervilles which diverged even further back at about eight million years ago, and formed two distinct branches: the plainlupes and the falsehounds. These are even simpler beings than the near-sophont saddled baskerville, yet are still incredibly intelligent in animal standards: having flexible learned behaviors they pick up from social groups and experiences.

Plainlupes (Paracalliducyon spp.) are a wide genus of baskervilles with at least four species, ranging widely across most of South Ecatoria and are such encountered by both northhounds and southhounds alike. Smaller than either species of calliducyon, plainlupes are typically opportunistic and somewhat omnivorous, though not to the extent of the northhounds. This opportunism sometimes leads to conflict with their sophont relatives, particularly the highbrows, who know them as "voiceless-ones" who prey on their livestock, and their cultural impact is also evident in many northhound cultures, who fear them in belief that their primal attitudes and lack of self-awareness is somehow contagious, with superstition making them hostile against the plainlupes to avoid them being "taken of their minds" and become feral beasts like they are.

This opportunism has taken to a strange new degree with the falsehounds (Pseudocalliducyon spp.), which actively mimic the coloration and appearances of the brown northhounds: even possessing thicker fur on top of their heads to make their heads appear bigger. This evolved as a defense mechanism: as rival predators such as tigerillas and other lycanines quickly grew to recognize the danger posed by antagonizing the northhounds, capable of tool use, cooperation, intellect and planned retaliation against threats, they began to recognize their distinct appearance and steer clear of groups of them. This has been exploited by the falsehounds, who imitate their appearances and even behaviors, gripping sticks in their mouths even despite not actually knowing how to make and use weapons. But the bluff is enough to make even the largest tigerillas back away at least most of the time, not wanting to take the risk of being taken on by an enemy that will be determined to take them down if they harm any of them.

This mimicry, however, has led to some daring individuals actually attempting to sneak into northhound territories, with the intention of stealing food. They roll about near northhound latrines to take on their scent, then passively imitate their behaviors while discreetly sneaking to their food stores and raiding their stashes. Often, the impostor is caught and evicted, but not before they grab a few mouthfuls off of their meals, leading to many northhound tribes attempting to check their identities by specific vocal "passwords". As they do not understand complex language this is where most falsehounds are caught and chased away. Most northhounds are merciful to the falsehounds, seeing them merely as an annoyance and a trickster, content with simply driving them off until the falsehounds realize their cover is blown and they give up. But to the drysanders, ever so hostile to foreigners, they are seen as demons in false guises walking amongst people: and will not hesitate to kill the intruders upon exposing them: which in rare cases, has led to accidental lynchings of other fellow northhounds unfamiliar with their dialects and thus mistaken for falsehounds.

But not all relationships of the calliducyons with their feral brethren are hostile and aggressive. Some smaller calliducynomorphs, ones who pose little threat and are not competition, are even tolerated and adored by their sophont kin. One such example is the desert wildchild (Paedovulpecyon minimus), a fennec-like hunter in deserts, savannahs and grasslands, and is primarily an insectivore, hunting stinging insects as well as small duskmice and rattiles as well. They are different enough from the northhounds to not arise wariness, and their small, pup-like appearances has caused them to even appear endearing to them. The nomadic mixens, in particular, allow them to tag along in their packs, as they hunt small stinging insects that bother them and thus serve as vermin control, as well as amusement and companionship. To many other northhounds, however, this relationship is uncanny at best and uncomfortable at worst: though most distantly related to the true calliducyons among the Calliducynomorpha, the resemblance is still very much there--and to them, it is the equivalent of someone keeping tiny childlike people as pets.

But it is not only species that are of close kin to the calliducyons that incite such responses: many other, entirely unrelated non-sapient animals, through convergent evolution and coincidence, come to resemble the calliducyons themselves, be it in physical appearance and/or coloration. These species, different as they may seem, manage to evoke an uncanny sense of sameness to the calliducyons: and thus find a place in their folklore and culture, and form unconventional relationships, because of this resemblance.

One such case is the common folkmouse (Callidumimomys minimus), a small furbil species that is an otherwise unremarkable agouti-like herbivore that feeds on grasses, stems and seeds. But what makes it very distinctive is that its coloration, by chance, happened to resemble that of the brown northhounds: with the telltale dark mane, eye spots, pale ruffs, spotted colors and tufted ears that, together, create an appearance that very closely echoes the coloration of the northhounds. Small basal rodents such as furbils and duskmice form much of the northhounds' omnivorous diet: but the folkmouse is an exception. Many northhound beliefs see the folkmouse in different lights: some see them as "spirit kin", others see them as reincarnations of their ancestors, and still others see them as former northhounds that were cursed into turning into mindless diminutive creatures. Whatever their reason, the northhounds as a whole generally refrain from hunting and eating this particular species: and through accidental circumstance and the superstition of a sapient predator, the folkmouse has in essence evolved the most unusual of defensive colorations that have come to protect it from a very unorthodox hunter with rules of its own unlike those of nature.

A similar case applies to the ring-necked wolfface (Phocilycaenops cynocephalus), a member of the group of semi-marine bayvers called gnawruses: specialized to eating hard-shelled prey like shrish and notiluses, they developed blocky heads and squared-off snouts to help in pulverizing tough exoskeletons. Gregarious on the beach, they recognize one another through facial markings, most prominently pale spots above their eyes, and a ring of light and dark fur around their necks. This has given them a very uncanny and coincidental resemblance to the southhounds, which normally would hunt the pinniped-like creatures as they were vulnerable on the beach, in particular the baywulves who were coastal ranging and thus subsisted heavily on marine prey.

Naturally pattern-seekers, the baywulves quickly came to recognize the very similar faces and markings of the sea-beasts, especially when coupled with their defensive grunts and growls that sound much like their own vocalizations yet devoid of words or meaning. They, too, like the folkmouse, are spared the predation of the intelligent creature they so by chance happened to resemble, as baywulf culture has come to see them as guardians of the sea, and consider it a bad omen to harm or kill them. As such, while they do hunt other species of coastal bayvers, this species is off their list, with this cultural belief even providing some selective pressure toward those whose vocalizations sound more like southhound voices--to even further this uncanny resemblance and reduce their risk of being hunted by them.

Most noteworthy are the flyers, that bear resemblances to their faces and markings, as flight is seen as almost magical by the northhounds, and thus easily enter their folklore depicted as supernatural forces or physical manifestations of the spirits that govern the world. One such species, the wandergander known as the maned stormspirit (Ornithocyon tempestas), is widely revered as a holy creature by the northhounds, especially due to its propensity to fly ahead of storms to prey on marine life disturbed to the surface, and gathering after storms on the beach to feed on washed-up or trapped small prey. This, through confirmation bias, has led a number of northhound cultures to see them as either harbringers of storms, or actually causing the storms themselves, and as rain brings water and life they are viewed thus as incarnations of some of the spirits that guide the cycles of nature: with the mythical figure Storm-Chief, associated with the photosynthetic shroomor complex "Stormchief's Eyes", being depicted and described in lore as an immense maned stormspirit who challenged the gods themselves and was struck down for his hubris.

But resemblances to flying creatures take a darker turn in the deserts, where the falcyons, large predatory ratbats, scour the skies in search of prey. Their canine-like heads and similar markings have caused the drysanders to view and portray them as flying monsters with the heads of people: and none are as dreaded as the skewering harpshrike (Phobocynonyctus crucifigere), the species most closely resembling their own facial appearances: and also the species most likely to prey upon the drysanders' vulnerable pups. It is most dreaded by the northhounds in general due to its grim habits: storing the carcasses of its prey up in trees, it skewers them onto thorns and sharp branches to keep them out of reach of thieves, and to more easily take them apart into bite-size pieces for consumption. As such, the deserts are a common sight for the macabre spectacle of small, dessicated, skeletal and half-eaten carcasses decorating the branches of thorny trees: on occasion ones that may had been some unlucky pup out in the open at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

The existence of a diverse array of wildlife resembling themselves, some their own distant kin while others just being convergent animals that bear a coincidental resemblance to their own looks, has had a humbling effect on both northhounds and southhounds alike. Blurring the lines between being and brute, they view themselves not as a separate category of life, or a higher rung in the advancement of creatures. Rather, they both have come to see themselves as just another creature, just another piece in the puzzle of the world, as just another kind of animal as part of the world as anything else: made special solely by their capacity to tell stories, and make choices informed by them.

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#speculative evolution #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative zoology #hamster's paradise #the calliducyon saga

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longstarau · 1 year

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some longstar au icons!! i did not draw these, I used picrew to create them! here’s the link

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1255960/complete

kay, top-bottom, left-right

blizzardspots, sandkit/sandpaw, silverkit/paw

longtail, dustkit/paw, swiftflame,

firestar, squirrelflight/star, sandstorm

mousefur, darkears, brightheart

#warrior cats #erin hunter warriors #longstar au #icons #blizzardspots #sandkit/paw #silverkit/paw #longtail #dustkit/paw #swiftflame #firestar #squirrelflight #sandstorm #mousefur #darkstripes #brightheart

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thetomentosashop · 4 years

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goatclaws · 3 years

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Windclan OCs

#warrior cats #sketch #cat #warriors west #warrior cats oc #windclan #rabbitflight #ashpaw #deerleap #owltail #hawkbash #darkear

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night-feather-designs · 5 years

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Sunsong and Darkear. These are 2 of my OCs for a story that I’ll probably never write (but I sure want to!).

Both of these characters are from Windclan, which is the focal clan in my story.

Sunsong is a medicine cat tom who is passionate about his work and role in the clan, but feels that the medicine cat’s code is too restrictive and outdated. His storyline focuses on the challenges of convincing his clanmates and other clans to change the conservative system into one that makes more sense. He’s got some bias, but his heart is in the right place. His legs are rather average length for a windclan cat, which is the result of both tunnelers and moor runners being equally represented in his bloodlines.

Darkear is a secondary main character. She is the daughter of a kittypet-turned-warrior-turned-leader. While she loves and respects her mother, she is not as ambitious. Darkear firmly believes that her best position is as a warrior and mentor, and while she doesn’t shirk responsibility, she never puts herself in the limelight. Her clanmates admire her easy going personality, and she is never one to start conflicts. This doesn’t mean she is a pushover, and she follows her heart’s code as strongly as the warrior code. She is a snowshoe and oriental short-hair mix, giving her dark points with subtle striping throughout.

#warriors OC #warrior cats #my art #night-feather designs #windclan #sunsong #darkear

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allrandomfandoms · 3 years

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Winx Club: The Trix’s Gloomix —Aesthetic

What is Gloomix?

Darkear bestowed the Trix with the opposing power of Charmix, known as Gloomix. Three neon potions were needed for the Trix to trigger their powerful boost. Gloomix takes the form of a glowing necklace or arm cuff with a single gem on the end which is in the assumed respective shades of the wearer. Witches in possession of such power can merge into a Mega Form. The form appears to be a shadow-like being with three more Gloomix yellow jewelry pieces as a hip adornment and two yellow leg bracelets.

#aesthetic #art #moodboard #winx club #the trix #gloomix #icy #darcy #stormy #witch moodboard #neon moodboard

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strelles-universe · 2 years

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Cats of WindClan: Deadfoot

Name: Deadfoot

Meaning: Spiritual and Swift

Tested Names: Hoppaw, Whirlpaw

Identity: Cisgender Tom - He/Him

Orientation: Bisexual - Molly Leaning

Rank: Tunneler

Former Rank(s): N/A

A small-fully black tom with a twisted front left paw with pale green eyes and a long tail. Deadfoot is short furred and small eared with long straight whiskers. Though it hurts to do so, Deadfoot is capable of walking on and using his left front paw. The medic highly discourages this on the grounds that he can cause even worse permanently damage to himself from continuing to use it when he doesn’t need to.

Deadfoot is a mellow and hardworking cat focused on doing what he can to serve his clan. Though saddened that Magpietail was only able to report about how to fix Cricket Leg Syndrome after his leg froze, he’s pleased that other kits won’t need to put up with a twisted leg should it happen again. Despite the occasional struggles he has with his leg, Deadfoot was surprisingly set on his name. When Heatherstar renamed him from Hoppaw to Deadpaw, he only considered one other name - Whirlpaw - as an apprentice. The idea of his name beginning with Dead- however enthralled him and when he was eventually named Deadfoot, he celebrated. A name that honors both Moonsoul and WindClan’s patron in Silverfoot? He couldn’t be more satisfied with himself.

He’s serious, firm and dedicated to not just the survival of his clan but of their evolution and eventual improvement. He’s been single-mindedly focused on his service to the clan since he was a kit. He fought with everything he had during the ShadowClan invasion, ripening the pelts from everyone who so much as coughed on his clanmates. His heart broke when during one of the stops on the way to pack territory, both of his sons succumbed to the stress of the attack and illness from their inadequate shelters.

He’s doing his best to follow Magpiestar’s lead in being mature enough not to take out all of his rage and grief on a properly repented ShadowClan but it’s a struggle sometimes. The road to recovery was long and difficult, there were many nights where Deadfoot went hungry trying to feed his clan. Greencough was rampant and it was only through the help of the nearest skulk with ample amounts of catmint from trades and gardening to spare. He has no idea how they didn’t lose anyone through the winter but he sings prayers to Greenspirit and Treesoul every day in gratitude for his clan’s survival.

Deadfoot is supportive of Fireheart’s promotion to deputy and Whitestar’s ascent to leadership. He thinks that after Bluestar, the legacy ThunderClan appears to be leading will be one of nobility and courage.

Patron God(s): Moonsoul, Bravesoul

Mentor(s): Darkear

Apprentice(s): Sunwhisker

Parents: Meadowslip (mother), Hickorynose (sire/deceased)

Sibling(s): Sorrelshine (sister), Pidgeonflight (brother)

Cousin(s): N/A

Nephling(s): Galepaw (niece)

Mate(s): Ashfoot

Crush(es): N/A

Kit(s): Rookit (son/deceased), Hazekit (son/deceased), Weevilpaw (daughter)

#deadfoot #warrior cats #erin hunter #fanfiction #fanfic #warrior cats fanfic #erin hunter warriors #the cats of strelles #strelles raging winds #strelles the greenwood empire

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songsteps · 4 years

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Toph is Pebblemoss cause it's cute and her parents wanted to name her something cute and harmless and fragile, but I'm thinking since she joined Avatar Clan she asked the leader to change her warrior name... Nightwear, or Darkear idk...

I don't think there's an 'avatar clan' its still just a band of young cats wandering around between the 3 remaining clans, also b/c of how Toph's parents view her and her being ya know, 12, that she'd still be a 'paw until she joined the gaang, tho I feel like she would've given herself a warrior name already, since she secretly fights nd stuff as the Blind Bandit in the show, there might be some equivalent in this lil cat au

I kinda like maybe Badgerfoot for her? smth with the prefix Badger, or the suffix -foot or something similar

#atla au

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lohagoxelvicio · 6 years

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En estos momentos necesito una especie de tinder pero que sea exclusivamente Emo y darkear toda la noche con alguien así de peor que yo.

Pero bueno, tengo Tumblr.

#poesia #poesia catinga

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sophswritingthings · 1 year

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Longstar AU - Chapter One

Longtail padded around camp, grabbing a piece of fresh kill in his jaws. Turning around, Darkears came into his eyeline. Following instinct, he padded over to the dark tabby tom. He'd done the same as him, denying Tigerclaw's request to leave with him. And, Darkears had mentored him.

“Longtail,” Darkears greeted, flicking his dark tabby tail.

“Darkears,” He greeted back, lying beside him. “.. How’s Fernpaw's training going?”

“Well,” He murmured. “She’s a good apprentice. Focused, loyal. She'll make a good warrior.”

“That’s good,” Longtail mumbled back.

“.. I have a question,” Darkears turned his amber gaze on Longtail, who cocked his head.

“What is it?” He questioned.

He sighed, “It’s been a week since Tigerclaw was exiled,” Darkears flattened his ears. “And I can’t.. help but think.. not going with him was the wrong decision.”

“What?” Longtail hissed, flattening his ears tight to his skull, “He’s a traitor to ThunderClan! He betrayed the loyalty that we shared; Bluestar chose him as deputy, trusted him to help and maybe run the clan, and he turned his back on her!” He growled, “How could you ever think it was the wrong choice..?”

“The clan is run by a weak leader and a kittypet deputy,” Darkears narrowed his eyes, hissing his words with venom. “And plus, they'll never trust us the same way they did. We were friends with Tigerclaw, trusted him the same way they did, but somehow we’re the bad cats. Do you see the way that Fireheart looks at you? Like you're going to pounce on him the minute he turns his back.”

“I—“ Longtail was lost for words. Because Darkears was right. But trust and loyalty could be earned back, couldn’t it..? “I still think we made the right choice, Darkears.”

“If that’s what you think, Longtail,” Darkears rose to his paws, flicking his tail irritability. “Have fun with your loyal, trusting clanmate's.” He padded away, leaving the feathers of his prey behind. Longtail watched as he went, mind racing.

Darkears was right. The clan may never trust him the same again; but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to earn it. He had a loyal apprentice, and a few friends in Runningwind and Mousefur.

“Hey! Longtail!”

He whipped his head to see Swiftpaw lying beside Brightpaw and Cloudpaw, a bright smile across his face. With a soft smile, he padded over to his apprentice and friends.

“I heard Fireheart saying he was gonna have you lead the moon high patrol,” Swiftpaw mewed, glancing at Brightpaw and Cloudpaw, who nodded. “.. Can we come with?”

“Well, you can,” Longtail flicked Swiftpaw's ear. “But Brightpaw and Cloudpaw have to ask their mentors.”

“I’m sure Fireheart will be okay with it,” Cloudpaw shrugged, “I think he was gonna go, anyway.”

“.. Is he?” Longtail's fur pricked up a bit. What, did he not even trust him to lead a patrol? “Okay.. than, uh, Brightpaw can ask Whitestorm. If he says it’s okay than you can come.”

“Thanks, Longtail!" Brightpaw gave the tan tabby tom a smile, brushing past him with a purr. She bounded over to Whitestorm.

At least she trusts me. And so does Swiftpaw, Longtail took in a sharp breath. I’m not sure about Cloudpaw. He looks at me kinda sideways. He glanced at the apprentice, across the clearing, speaking to Fireheart.

“.. Longtail?”

At Swiftpaw's rather raspy, he snapped out of his thoughts.

“Yes, Swiftpaw?” Longtail settled down beside his apprentice, “Something wrong?”

“Not really,” He shrugged. “But.. I’m almost over twelve moons old.. shouldn’t I have become a warrior already? I’ve had my assessment. And so has Brightpaw and Cloudpaw. Thornpaw, too..”

“.. You should have,” Longtail murmured, gazing at Fireheart across the clearing. “I'll speak to Fireheart about it, okay? Maybe he can get that message to Bluestar, since she doesn’t seem to even wanna see her own clan.”

Swiftpaw leaned on his side, “Thanks.”

With a content purr, Longtail rasped his tongue over the top of Swiftpaw's head. Than, he noticed Fireheart and Cloudpaw bounding toward him.

“I'd like you to lead the moon high patrol,” He mewed softly. “I’m going to come along, along with Cloudpaw. Whitestorm and Brightpaw are coming, too.”

“Alright,” Longtail said with a hiss to his words. “Swiftpaw's coming, too.”

“.. Of course,” Fireheart flattened his ears, adverting eye-contact.

“And I’d like to speak with you, Fireheart,” Longtail narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t need to be all serious about it, Longtail.” Whitestorm padded up behind him, nudging his shoulder. “You can talk to your deputy without making a scene, you know.”

“Well, yes, I—“

“I’m kidding with you, Longtail,” Whitestorm let out a purr of laughter. “Now, come on. Let’s patrol and get to bed. I’m an older cat, I need my rest.”

Fireheart twitched his whiskers. “Yes,” He smiled. “Let’s go.” He flicked his bushy tail, signaling for Longtail to take the lead. As he did, Fireheart joined up at the front with him, and the three apprentices fell in the back with Whitestorm.

“What’d you need to talk to me about, Longtail?” Fireheart flicked his bushy tail. “It seemed important.”

“I'd say,” Longtail hissed. “Swiftpaw, Brightpaw, Cloudpaw and Thornpaw should become warriors. They’ve passed their assessments, and are more than ready. Especially Swiftpaw.”

“You do understand that’s not my job, Longtail—“

“Yes, but your her deputy!” Longtail yelped, “And why isn’t she talking to the clan anymore? No meetings, no patrols. She doesn’t visit kits. No ceremonies. We don’t even see her! What in StarClan is going on?”

“Longtail, I—“ Fireheart sighed, “I understand your concerns. I will talk to her about it.. but she’s very.. shaken, from Tigerclaw. Sick, at that. You have to understand.”

“We all were,” Longtail flattened his ears. “She’s our leader. And she needs to start acting like it.”

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