#Flipclaw wc

[thecatspirits]

This is exciting stuff guys!!! I recently was able to get my hands on the new Ultimate Guide from the library and it's confirmed that Fernsong was the one that spent the most time in the nursery with Bristlekit, Flipkit and Thriftkit :D "I wanted to see you," Dovewing answered. "How are you? How are your kits?" Ivypool's expression grew a little warmer. "They're doing well. Bristlekit follows the apprentices all over camp. And Flipkit's into everything, but Thriftkit likes to stick close to me or Fernsong. He's with them in the nursery most days. I love them but I can't spend the whole day in camp. I don't have the patience." "It's smart that you and Fernsong worked things out that way," Dovewing purred. "You were always willing to figure out different ways to do things." -Page 231, Warriors: The Ultimate Guide (Updated And Expanded Edition)

[lemnnshark]

"Flipclaw is a brown tabby tom with golden eyes."

[shallowbreeze]

Flipclaw

Flipclaw is a brown tabby tom with golden eyes

[letyachan]

640.Flipclaw

Son of Ivypool and Fernsong

"I'm not talking about abandoning the code. I love being a warrior. I would die to protect my Clanmates. But after everything that's happened with the false Bramblestar, I need a chance to think about what being a warrior really means. I think we all do."

[shegananigans]

everything stays... but it still changes

[meowkarii]

How many main characters can you have in your family???

[longnose-gar]

So you think Thriftear and Flipclaw find Ivypool's relationship with Dovewing to be upsetting? Their sister is dead (double dead!) and yet whenever their aunt is around Ivypool is cold and distant. Her sister is still alive but she acts like she isnt.

[kingskyless]

i haven´t read the new book

[devondraws]

Countdown to Christmas//Advent day 3!

Ivypool & Fernsong telling stories of cats before them to their kits on a cold winters night :)

[t4twnyclaw]

ivypool's family redraw + AU names

[oatpaws-silly-kittys]

happy last day of pride month!! here r some gay cats :3

[kudossi]

and a yellow moon glowed bright

Years later, when Ivypool herself is only a memory and before she’s completely lost to time, she’ll look over ThunderClan, wherever they might be, and still look for her daughter in every face.

The stories have it wrong already, and the truth will be dust before long. Bristlefrost isn’t alive in their memories. She’s twice-dead, drowned in black, choking water, a light snuffed out too soon. Bristlefrost was the prodigy — the daughter cats dreamed of, the first to find her voice and her paws, the leader of her siblings, the apprentice who did not graduate even earlier than she did because there was no prey in the forest to be found, not because of any failings on her part.

Cats starved, that long winter. Not Bristlefrost. Never her daughter, her clever, resourceful last-born. And she had once occupied this spot, designated for deputies, even though she’d never had an apprentice of her own. Would never have an apprentice of her own, now, even though she deserved it more than anything. Even though she’d deserved to stay deputy, but had given the role over with a smile, no hint of dark ambition in her gaze.

Ivypool steps into the deputy position under a brand-new leader with a whisper instead of a bang, the pounding of blood in her ears the only reminder that cats had been here before — that cats had died here before, and that Bramblestar’s first deputy becoming leader was a fluke, an odd quirk of fate. It hasn’t been done in living memory, nor long before that. Leaders do not usually step down, and when they do, they rarely stay with their Clan, or even within reach of their territory. First deputies do not often become leaders in turn. Usually this event is a bittersweet one, with a body or bodies laid out in the clearing, their eyes closed swiftly to avoid the rigor of after-death, but this is almost-peaceful, with only the murmurs of those who could not easily accept change as detractors.

Ivypool will die long before Squirrelstar. She’s—surprisingly okay with this, but she thinks she’s been at peace with her death since before Hollyleaf had stepped between her and a deathblow from one of the only friends she’d ever had.

(“You were my friend!” Ivypool screams in her worst nightmares, Hollyleaf’s blood dripping from her pelt.

“I was never anyone’s friend,” Hawkfrost murmurs in return, something aching-sad in his voice, Hollyleaf’s lifeless form pinned under his claws. “I was born to what I am. We’re the same, you and I.” He pushes the black cat away from his paws with disgust — not for the body, but for Ivypool herself. Blood bubbles from the horrible wound at the corpse’s throat. “She should have been the one,” he says sometimes, in the ones that shatter her already pieced-together heart. “She died in your place.”

“I know,” Ivypool says, and she does know — she knows it more than anyone else alive.)

“It should have been Hollyleaf,” she says to Squirrelstar, quietly, at the end of one of their dusk meetings.

Sorrow flashes in Squirrelstar’s gaze, but it’s buried as soon as it comes. “It’s you,” she says. “It has always been you.”

It is not a truth — not in the way Ivypool remembers them from her childhood — but it is not a lie, either. Hollyleaf chose her, in the way dying deputies might choose their successor. She is always an echo of another cat burned by starlight. It is a comfort, sometimes. In others, she begs the spirit who’d saved her life for mercy, for clemency, until she runs out of breath.

(“I’ll find her,” whispers a voice Ivypool had almost forgotten, in dreams she forgets as soon as she wakes. “I’ll walk the skies ceaselessly, I promise you.”

But there is no bringing Bristlefrost back, and a part of Ivypool has died with her.)

When Ivypool wakes, her Clanmates breathe around her, steadying her rabbit-quick heart. Fernsong’s tail wraps snugly around her flank, Thriftear curled only one nest behind, and she does not lose her breath at the way Flipclaw’s dark tabby stripes curl over his spine. She hasn’t in a long time, she knows, but the impulse is there, sharp as ice underneath her ribs.

(She’d once thought his brown tabby pelt a punishment from the stars. She loves her son, would give her life for him, but the feeling that StarClan may have meted some punishment down in the shade of his pelt remains long after he’s received his warrior name.

She’d begged Bramblestar to give him a suffix that was as unassumingly kind and silly as her son always was. Instead he’d given him -claw, as if to remind her of her failings. She is not sorry to see his form slip into the elders’ den, bereft of the nine lives he’d once so jealously hoarded.)

[firestarishomophobic]

spent my entire 9hour flight starting tbc so here’s these guys. i love bristle and i think thrift is so cute. idk which bristle design to go w but i like the one without stripes

[exocynraku]

toothpaste flag (gay) flipclaw?

[afalconfromalcyoneus]

This ship is my everything

[transhetanybodys]

It's always "ha ha Ivypool gave her kids stupid names" but what about Fernsong. Toms are also involved in the naming process under normal circumstances but he had agreed to be the primary parent and hopefully honored that promise. He's the one who wanted these kids in the first place which gives me the vibe that he would be more likely than Ivypool to have possible names for his future kids planned out ahead of time and also the primary parent would probably be more likely to be the one to name them. Have we considered that those names might be his fault. Or maybe Ivypool named Bristlefrost only and he named the other two which is why she's the only one with a name that isn't kinda stupid.