#Molly Bracken

[cryptidclaw]

Frostpad!

Design Notes:

Same design as the last one I just redrew her and gave her a different pose!

She's a mostly white calico <333 i love her design sm

Character Bio:

Frostpad

(Frostfur)

Molly; she/her

Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 5 cycles, 9 moons; ~39 Hyrs

Age as of 1st arc's end: 7 cycles, 7 moons; ~46 Hyrs

Title meaning: -pad = a cat who is light on their feet; a cat who carefully thinks out their steps and actions; a cat who is sure of themselves, and is confident in their actions

Warrior -> Elder of Thunder Order

Mentor: Star Bluefrost

Mother: Robinwing

Father: Fuzzypelt

Sibling: Brindleface

Mate: Lionheart

Kits: Thornclaw; Brightheart

Adoptive-kits: Cinderspark; Brackenburrow

Grandkits: Yarrowbird (Whitewing); Cinderheart; Honeyfern; Poppyfrost

Other notable kin: Ferncloud (niece); Ashfall (nephew); Tulip (nephew); Elder (nephew)

Extra notes: Idk how she is majority white when the rest of her fam is very much not.... maybe she's adopted lol

Character Summary:

Frost is pretty much the same as in canon!

personality wise I think she is a calm yet serious cat, that doesn't stop her from having a sense of humor though! I think she likes to make joking jabs at her friends and family, out of love ofc. She is also one of the "prettiest" mollies in the Order and she knows it!! I think that she has a slight obsession with her beauty and she can come off as a bit full of herself at times... I think this could have effected her daughters a bit and made it harder for them (especially Bright) to move past their injuries. But I like the idea of Frost realizing this and starting to change her ways a bit and try to make her daughters know just how beautiful she thinks they are.

Frostpad is very good at fighting as well, and is surprisingly good at stalking prey and enemies despite her bright coat! She is also not afraid to be outspoken, though she always thinks through her decisions before she does anything rash. Frost was extremally angry on behalf of her daughters and certainty made her thoughts clear, it was strange for many cats to see since she usually has such a strong old on her emotions.

The only big plot change for Frost is that Bracken and Cinder are her and Lion's adopted kits! they were kits stolen from Wind Order by Shadow and were saved at the same time as Thorn and Bright, Frost and Lion immediately accepted them as their own and gave them a loving home. After Wind returned they learned that Cinder and Bracken's bio mom was dead and they had a donor sire so the two Orders agreed it was better for them to stay in their adoptive Order!

And yes, Frost stays behind when the Orders have to leave the old territory, I like the idea of the cats left behind joining the half of Blood Order that chose to stay behind as well though! So Frost still has an Order to call home :)

...

[image ID: a digital drawing of Frostpad an AU version of Frostfur from Warrior Cats. She is walking with her left side showing, she has a calm expression with a smile on her face. She is a slender, long furred, mostly white molly with blue-grey and light orange calico patches and teal-blue eyes. Notably she has a grey patch over her eye and patches along her lower back and covering her tail. She has a long hair tuft covering her left eye and her nose and inner ears are light pink./End ID]

[survivingcapitalism]

The force also used “lethal-force overwatch” — snipers armed with rifles — during the high-profile enforcement, according to officers with a specialized RCMP response team meant to resolve high-risk situations.

The revelations came as RCMP witnesses began testifying at a hearing on the Nov. 19, 2021, police response to Indigenous land defenders who had occupied two small structures along the Coastal GasLink pipeline route. The hearing follows Justice Michael Tammen’s verdict, Friday, that there is sufficient evidence to convict three people charged during the raid with criminal contempt of court.

Immediately following the decision, Tammen moved to consider an application to dismiss the charges based on police conduct during the arrests. The defendants say they experienced “widespread Charter violations stemming from police misconduct” and “disproportionate and excessive use of force,” according to a statement issued by members of the Gidimt’en Clan.

Among those arrested inside a “tiny house” located next to the pipeline route was Sleydo’, who also goes by Molly Wickham. A prominent figure in the Wet’suwet’en First Nation’s years-long opposition to the project, Sleydo’ was arrested along with Shaylynn Sampson, who is Gitxsan, and several others, including two journalists. One of the journalists, Amber Bracken, is now suing the RCMP over her arrest and detention.

[thistledown-au-warriors]

Thistledown AU Cinderpaw/Cinderpelt aka Blazing Cinder!

Blazing Cinder — small dark gray molly with fluffy fur, a broken hind leg and blue eyes.

Parents: Frost Shine, Lion's Heart

Siblings: Bracken Leaf (littermate), Bright Flame (littermate), Thorn Claw (littermate)

can't keep her down

[wc-wild-rewrite]

I know im kind of bouncing from topic to topic at random, but this rewrite is big and hard to smoothly explain. Anyway, lets get to today's topic, Original Characters! Specifically, of arc one, book one

These characters are not taken from Su Susanne's missing kits page, these are fully original characters.

So, heres the list, feel free to ask about any of them:

Thunderclan

Hawkbloom & Pepperfern - the only kits of surviving character Sweetflower (paw), best friends of Mossheart and thunderclan warriors.

Sunfreckle - the youngest thunderclan queen in book 1, nursing her son and her nephew.

Canarykit/wing - Sunfreckle's son, eventual older sibling, good friend of Bracken

Amberwolf - Sunfreckle's nephew, orphaned before his eyes were open. Ends up a molly, moves to Windclan in arc 2 with her firstborn.

Shadowclan

Slugpaw/tail - the eldest shadowclan apprentice in book 1

Maplepaw/briar - darkflower's first litter, littermate of Lavenderkit and elder sister of Rowanclaw and Cedarheart. A shadowclan apprentice in book 1.

Mothpaw & Mottlepaw - sisters apprenticed under brokenstar's reign, died just before Brokenstar was exiled. Newest shadowclan apprentices in book 1.

Technically theres also Sleetkit of Riverclan, but hes there to die young and be relevant wayyy later

[sapphicmsmarvel]

2023 reading catalog

January

a million to one by adiba jaigirdar 💜

Iron widow by xiran jay zhao 💜

An encore of roses by st gibson 💜

Im a therapist and my patient is going to be the next school shooter by Dr. Harper 💜

I’m a therapist and my patient is in love with a pedophile by Dr. Harper 💜

I’m a therapist and my patient is a vegan terrorist by Dr. Harper 💜

The disturbing incident at lonesome woods boarding school by dr. harper 💜

One dark window by rachel gillig 

February 

The twisted dead by darcy coates 

The house across the lake by riley sager 

Renegades by marissa meyer 🤍

Archenemies by marissa meyer 🤍

Supernova by marissa meyer 🤍

Daisy darker by alice feeney 

March 

The lost apothecary by susan penner 

MHA 37 by kohei horikoshi 

The pronoun lowdown by nevo zisin 

The queen's english by chloe o davis

MHA team up 1 by kohei horikoshi and yoko akiyama 

To make monsters out of girls by amanda lovelace 

MHA team up 2 by kohei horikoshi and yoko akiyama 

JJK 0 by gege akutami 

MHA team up 3 by kohei horikoshi and yoko akiyama 

Hell bent by leigh bardugo 

Spice road by maiya ibrahim 

The stardust thief by chelsea abdullah 

The london seance society by susan penner 💜

All the dangerous things by stacy willingham 

April 

The fae princes by nikki st crowe 

Carnage by sarah bailey 

Final offer by lauren asher. 

Glitch by briana michaels 

Never lie by frieda mcfadden 

The locked door by frieda mcfadden 

The inheritance by cassie cole 

Emily wildes encyclopedia of faeries by heather fawcett 

 The stolen heir by holly black 

May 

Chaos by sarah bailey 

Corrode by sarah bailey 

Cataclysm by sarah bailey 

Howl's moving castle by diana wynne jones 

Fourth wing by rebecca yarros 

Cursed crowns by catherine doyle + katherine webber 

Girls of fate and fury by natasha ngan 💜

We free the stars by hafsah faizal 

A war of two queens by jennifer l armentrout 

The crown of gilded bones by jennifer l armentrout 🤍

Malice by heather walter 💜

Misrule by heather walter 💜

June 

MHA vol 38 by kohei horikoshi 

Sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley 

jjk vol 21 by gege akutami 

jjk vol 22 by gege akutami 

lore olympus vol 4 by rachel smythe 

the fiancee farce by alexandria bellefleur 💜

the only survivors by megan miranda 

what lies in the woods by kate alice marshall 

the last word by taylor adams 

you’re invited by amanda jayatissa 

ward d by freida mcfadden 

once returned by darcy coates 

double pucked by lauren blakely 

mated to the monster by sarah spade 

July

the thicket by noelle w ihli 

the good lie by ar torre

a naughty lesson by mika lane 

love creekwood by becky albertalli 💜

the heartstopper yearbook by alice oseman 💜

demon in the wood by leigh bardugo and dani pendergast 

the young elites by marie lu 

nick and charlie by alice oseman 💜

a haunted road atlas by christine schiefer and em schulz 

the rose society by marie lu 

the midnight star by marie lu 

a wicked education by mika lane 

a sinful classroom by mika lane 

the girl from the sea by molly knox ostertag 💜

August

how to sell a haunted house by grady hendrix 

the foxglove king by hannah whitten 

seven faceless saints by mk lobb 💜

divine rivals by rebecca ross 

sing me to sleep by gabi burton 

silver in the bone by alexandra bracken 

foxglove by adalyn grace 

assistant to the villain by hannah nicole maehrer 

September

a broken blade by melissa blair 

bonesmith by nicki pau preto 

the angelmaker by alex north 

the family across the street by nicole trope 

October 

the sun and the star by rick riordan and mark oshiro 💜

lore olympus vol 5 by rachel smythe 

the chalice of the gods by rick riordan 

fangs by sarah anderson 

throne of the fallen by kerri maniscalco 

kingdom of the wicked by kerri maniscalco 🤍

kingdom of the cursed by kerri mansicalco 🤍

kingdom of the feared by kerri maniscalco 🤍

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon 💜

catwoman soulstealer by louise simonson, samantha dodge and sarah j maas

starling house by alix e harrow 

November 

savage hate by amanda richardson 

a curse for true love by stephanie garber 

forged by blood by ehigbor okosun 

if i have to be haunted by miranda sun 

heart trick by kristen granata 

the legacy by elle kennedy 

odd man rush by kristen granata 💜

that one night by emily rath 

pucking around by emily rath 💜

pucking ever after vol 1 by emily rath 💜

iron flame by rebecca yarros 

my hero academia team up missions vol 4 by yoko akiyama and koehi horikoshi 

December 

spin the bottle by stephanie alves 

as good as dead by holly jackson 

the lightning thief by rick riordan 🤍

the sea of monsters by rick riordan 🤍

i am not your final girl by claire c holland 

the titans curse by rick riordan 🤍

the battle of the labyrinth by rick riordan 🤍

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Amab bigender brackenfur x adult!swiftpaw hypokits

(warrior name in this au is swifthawk and cloudtail(and thornpaw) tag along with fighting the dogs but cloudpaw was blinded and thornpaw is killed)

Warriors Ship Hypokits: Bigender!Brackenfur x Adult!Swiftpaw Edition

In this AU, Brackenkit and Thornkit are not Frostfur and Lionheart's biological kits (although the two are still littermates): rather, they were kits stolen from WindClan by ShadowClan when they drove them out but were accidentally given to ThunderClan along with Cinderkit and Brightkit, who are the actual FrostLion kits who were stolen. ThunderClan still accepts them and by the time anyone notices the mistake it's far too late to return the two. The more battle-minded Thornpaw becomes close friends with Swiftpaw. When Swiftpaw and Brightpaw go to fight the dogs, Thornpaw tags along, as does Cloudpaw, wanting to prove himself to his new Clan. It goes very poorly: half of Brightpaw's face is torn off, Cloudpaw is blinded, Swiftpaw loses his tail and half of a hind leg, and Thornpaw is killed. The Clan mourns the tragedy and Bluestar gives them awful names. While Brackenpaw is incredibly upset by the death of his brother, he doesn't blame Swiftpaw for it, knowing that Thornpaw would've fought the dogs anyway. Over time, Brackenpaw and Swiftpaw grow closer, and she delays getting her own Warrior Name until he, Cloudpaw, and Brightpaw get better ones. Firestar gives them the names Swifthawk (after Swiftpaw saved Snowkit from the hawk), Cloudbloom, Brightheart, and Brackenthorn (specifically requested by Bracken himself). Swifthawk and Brackenthorn become mates and have four kits with their friend Sorreltail as their surrogate.

The litter is born in Twilight, sired by both Brackenthorn and Swifthawk:

Cinderheart- dark gray tortoiseshell molly with blue eyes. Cis molly, bisexual. Named for Cinderpelt, who sacrificed her life saving her and her siblings from a badger. Cinderheart's personality is mostly the same as canon. However, she becomes a (willing!) Medicine Cat after her leg injury, training alongside Hollypaw under Leafpool. She and her fellow ThunderClan MedCat Hollyleaf have a sort of unofficial mateship that rides the line between breaking the Code and not- they are obviously very close to one another, but they are both Medicine Cats and never have any kits. This doesn't directly violate the rules, so they are allowed to stay together. She is a Seer.

Honeyflower- pretty black-and-golden tabby molly with blue eyes. Cis molly, straight. She is sort of a mixture of Honeyfern and Poppyfrost character, plot, and personality-wise. She gets her suffix from her grandma Goldenflower. She gets bitten by an adder while saving Briarkit but manages to survive. She is paralyzed from it and ends up becoming a Den-Mother and mates with Berrynose. She dies in the storm following the battle against the Dark Forest, to the grief and devastation of her family, mate, and children. She is a Scout, then a Den-Mother.

Campiontail- very pale ginger tom with white paws and amber eyes. Trans tom, gray-asexual. Campiontail is a perpetual workaholic, and the fact he hasn't keeled over and died from overwork is considered to be a minor miracle from StarClan. He’s one of those people/cats who doesn't have any hobbies outside his job. His constant working and prioritization of his duties isn't entirely an intentional thing, though. He enjoys hunting so much that he doesn't really want to do anything else with his time. Campiontail loves his family a lot but expresses it in his own, odd, way. They love him back just the way he is, but wish that he would just take a break already PLEASE. He is a Hunter.

Saffronstone- pale torbico molly with striking yellow eyes. Cis molly, pansexual. Bold and a major show-off, Saffronstone refuses to fade into the background of Clan life. She loves getting attention and has trouble sharing the spotlight, although she is getting better at that. She grew up envying her sisters due to how pretty they both were, but grew out of it as she aged and now has a good relationship with both of them. In her downtime, she likes helping her sister Cinderheart collect herbs or hunt with her brother Campiontail. Quality time is her love language. Saffronstone always had a crush on Lionblaze but thought it was unrequited for the longest time, while all the while he thought that his crush on her was unrequited. When they finally got together there was a ton of rejoicing. She is a Scout.

[strelles-universe]

Strike the Match - Chapter 1: Sori

He shook his paw, flinging the lingering wet-soil from his aching paw-pads; relieved as he looked down from the crest of the hill. He flicked his tail, eyes passing over the wide expanse of grass and trees stretching to the clouds and the massive, shimmering expanse of water near him. A purr rumbled in his chest as certainty anchored him.

We’re finally here.

He turned his head, glancing towards the cats behind him intending to alert them to what he’d seen but he didn’t have to. They yowled their joy, racing by him; scents mixing and tails crossing as they bounded down the ridge, loping excitedly to the bottom. He was impressed that they’d lost so many innocents on the journey - elderly cats who’d joined and faded before the final leg, kits who spent their entire lives on the journey. With a yowl of his own, he ran down the ridge; springing from a raised portion to follow them-

And landed on the flaky, fragile bark of a gnarled tree root.

He stretched out his neck, even as his nose wrinkled from the truly wretched and vile scent that invaded his nostrils. He can’t believe cats were living here - how could any leader let this  happen to their own clan. His maw tasted of copper and his claws twang as he glowered with rage.

This will never happen again.

He pressed through the bushes and bracken, the twigs snapping and cracking beneath his paws. His tail lashed furiously as the rest of his patrol stalked alongside him, equally furious as he was. So many bodies, so many cats. How could one individual be so foolish and deluded. He flashed his fangs - these cats would be free and some soon, he would end this and-

Stepped his way out onto the branch now that the others had spoken, his steps far more confident and steady than they’d been the first time. He cast a precursory gaze across the sea of cats scattered beneath him staring back. Some of them had eyes filled with fear, with suspicion or admiration. He offered a smile to those who perked up, giving them a slow and gentle blink to reassure them  -

And was surrounded by cats made of starlight.

He stepped back, confused and a little afraid as he glanced towards the sky that was devoid of light. He turned his attention back towards the starry-cats and jumped a little in surprise at the massive molly standing before him, thick coated she offered with gentle blue eyes. The giant lowered her head to him, bringing him eye-to-eye with the thick canines curling up from her mouth. Her eyes twinkled with a mysterious warmth.

“You’ll do just fine,” the molly purred.

He opened his mouth to ask her a question but she leaned forward and touched her nose to his head. He reflexively closed his eyes, the space she touched feeling somewhat cold then-

He opened his eyes.

| | |

Soŕi groaned aloud, rolling from his side onto his back as he stared up at the crisscrossing brambles that made up the den ceiling. He tried to parse through his rapidly fading dream, the fuzzy details he managed to clutch seeming disjointed and nonsensical to his groggy, awakening mind.

His annoyed sigh was interrupted with a harsh yawn opening his jaw; pinnae pressed against his face. This was the third time this moon alone he’d had that dream - he remembered enough to know some of the scenes were different, the strange molly in the end made of stars was new, but everything else he’d seen behind his eyes before. Starved cats surrounded by rot and angered allies all looking to him for guidance about some horrible thing Soŕi wasn't permitted to see. 

What are these dreams about, he sighed, rolling to his paws. He figures they might be something important - Vrayushu always sent signs to the Shepherding Family but usually they went to the eldest - whom he was not. And his dreams were strange and fleeting, filled with context that he didn’t understand and admittedly, didn’t want to understand.

He shook his head - he could ponder about his dreams later. For now, he’d better get himself ready to see the kingdom.

He took a moment to pick the remains of his nest from his pelt, drawing his tongue over the spiky, frazzled sections of his fur so that he wasn’t snapped at for appearing scruffy like those feral cats in the woods. He drew his paw over his face a couple of times in a futile attempt to wake himself up a bit while also cleaning anything left on his muzzle and cheeks. He gave one last hard shake to remove the trails from his tongue to make the whole bath look more natural before stepping out of his warm nest altogether.

Soŕi straightened up firmly, striding from the den with his head held high and nodded at the two guards sitting at the entrance. 

“Sleep well, efra?” one of the guards - a brown furred molly - asked him teasingly.

“Like I was in the hearth,” Soŕi purred, waving his tail. “Don’t tell kiŕa?”

“As long as she doesn’t ask,” the molly agreed, her whiskers twitching with visible amusement.

He passed by the two guards, watching one of them peel off as she was no-longer needed given the den was now empty. Soŕi wove through the cats scattered sporadically through the clearing, most of them elderly cats enjoying lounging outside in the warm sun; waiting for their kin to return from their work out on the farms. Soŕi greeted a few of them kindly, brushing his tail across the sprawled out cats’ flanks and shoulders while they chirped.

“Esivaŕai ka-veshano,” one of the tom’s meowed, dipping his head as Soŕi passed.

“Anuŕai,” Soŕi responded kindly, slipping around the last of the elders as he neared the prey-pile.

Eventually he came upon the prey-pile, a collection of prey that had been carefully stripped from the bones and piled sliced together on a large array of bay-leaves padding a small circle. Some of the larger bones were stacked beside the meat for individuals to take when they finished eating to offer for chewing on so they can clean their teeth and gums. As he came close enough to practically taste it all, he was delighted to realize that at least half of the slices were sheep and the others were goat or chicken.

He parted his mouth, tasting the scent around the meat for a moment as if he would choose anything but the sheep laying delicately before him. He gave up the illusion of choosing something else (to the chuckles of a few eyes on him) and scooped up a mouthful of sheep - and of course, a pair of chicken slices to comply to his mother’s demands that he not eat only one thing for his entire life.

I’m willing to put up with the problems with only eating sheep, Soŕi huffed to himself. Sure he’d be a bit scrawny and according to their healer, he’d eventually begin wasting away from not getting everything he needed, but with the taste of sheep pressed against his tongue, he felt like it would be worth it.

His mouth filled with his favorite slices, Soŕi allowed his green eyes to scan across the walls of the clearing for his kin. It wasn’t hard to spot the silver-charcoal pelt of his youngest sister shimmering in the sunlight, her tail high in the air, fins spread while the rest of his siblings were sprawled out. He picked up the pace, trotting closer to them while they laughed and chattered amongst each other.

“Soŕi!” Ahasra called merrily, raising a paw happily.

She waited at least for him to put his prey down on the ground so he could eat. As soon as his mouth was free, he lifted his muzzle and touched noses to his sister in a pleasant greeting. 

“Ya ilinesina,” Soŕi greeted her warmly. She was a lot happier than she’d been the day before, Her ears were pricked healthily on her head, her whiskers were forward and even her pinnae were relaxed as they were usually when she was in a good mood. 

She backed off, letting him eat merrily; picking through the strips of meat.

Soŕi basked in the presence of his siblings as they chattered around him while he ate. A twinge of sadness prickled at his heart as he realized his little brother was nowhere to be seen; his scent already faint in the morning air.

I must’ve missed him, Soŕi thinks to himself sadly. He flexed his claws, sinking them into the earth - how could he have let those dreams make his sleep through his brother’s departure?

Better question: why didn’t anyone wake me up?

“I know that look Soŕi, it’s not your fault,” Asha’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, drawing the attention of their whole group. Ahasra’s tail swished, draping itself over his flanks comfortingly as their big sister continued. “We didn’t wake you because we missed him too. Adi left at the first streak of dawn light - even makiŕa barely caught him when he left.”

Soŕi frowned a bit, the ache of missing his little brother soothed but replaced by another worry, “...does he really want to get away from us that badly?”

“...you know that Adihikko took dad’s death hard,” Hreto started hesitantly.

“We all took dad’s death hard,” Ahasra said bitingly. “That doesn’t mean he should run away from us.”

“Nipiyu,” Isaŕia said firmly though not harshly. His sister shrank inward on herself, any vaguely remaining agitation deflating instantly at the kit-hood name. “I know you’re hurting, but there’s no need to be hostile to Adihikko.”

Ahasra just looked away.

Skies, Soŕi thought to himself weakly. How did we ever come to this?

“So um, what were you dreaming about?” Hreto asked Soŕi, making no effort to hide that he was changing the subject from their wayward youngest sibling. “You were moving like a squirrel with fleas?”

“It was the weird one again,” Soŕi responded quietly, eager for the swap in subject. “The cats with rot, the angry friends and all.”

“It’s been the same one for so long,” Isaŕia remarked. “Maybe you should sleep near the Hearth tonight - it sounds like the Kindlers have something to tell you.”

Soŕi groaned finishing his last piece of sheep and straightened up, “Isn’t Sights of the future a crown-heir thing?”

Ahasra bumped him playfully, “The Skies speak to whoever they want - whether you be a comet or smoke-pillar.”

Soŕi rolled his eyes but purred all the same, bumping his head against his sister’s cheek adoringly.

“You know what they say,” Hreto chuckled. “Ta uŕai xenotuku ann - if you’re a Shepherd, you must expect to herd sheep.”

“I know, I know,” Soŕi agreed, he wasn’t all that bothered by the dreams to be honest. Though sometimes he found himself agitated by their vagueness, frustrated by the lack of rest he got at times it was just how his mind worked. He’d had nonsensical dreams all across his kit-hood. “It’s just annoying that I can never remember to ask the cats around me what was happening.”

“That makes sense,” Asha agreed.

Ahasra dropped her head, beginning to draw her tongue across his back getting the itchy place in between his dorsal fins that he always struggled to reach while they continued to talk. Soŕi twisted around to groom her as well which turned the entire conversation into a bonding session of crossing tongues. He purred, enjoying the presence of his siblings wrapped around each other, bumping heads, touching noses and crossing tongues. They tidied each other’s coats, adjusting the position of each other’s collars to look more proper on their throats.

It was just as they finished settling each other that Soŕi’s ears pricked, catching the sound of the firm; meaningful steps of their mother. She padded through the clearing with her head held high, weaving calmly through her subjects as she made a direct route to her kits.

He smacked his brother with his tail as he quickly moved to sit up-right. His siblings followed his gaze, all of them obligingly getting to their paws and settling together properly. All of them but his youngest sister who narrowed her eyes at the approaching form of their mother and merely began dragging her tongue across her front paw.

“Ahasra,” Hreto whispered to his sister in warning. “Sit up!”

“No,” she snapped, flattening her ears. “She’ll just tell me to lay back down again so her oh-so-fragile flower doesn’t hurt herself. Why chase chickens when you can raise eggs?”

Soŕi sighed at the bitter tone of her voice, but made no effort to convince her even as his brother kept insisting. Their mother had really put her paw in it the day before and Soŕi was becoming increasingly distressed by how antagonistic his sister was becoming towards their mother. Eventually Ahasra hissed at Hreto, visibly irritated by him as well now as she sat up with the rest of them. She took her place at Soŕi’s side where he could see her tail rippling while she sat - if she were standing, it would likely be outright lashing.

He merely focused on his mother, waiting for her to be within earshot of them.

“Sivari makiŕa,” Isaria greeted their mother, her younger siblings echoing at once.

Their mother - Iyera - nodded among her children before focusing on Ahasra.

“Lay down Ahasra,” she said immediately, a hint of scolding in her tone. “You have to be conscious-”

“Conscious of my legs and my lungs I know,” Ahasra interrupted grumbling. She shot a withering glare at Hreto who winced and averted his eyes while their sister obediently lowered herself to the ground, keeping her limbs out and untucked from her body.

Iyera didn’t notice or didn’t care about the animosity radiating from her daughter directed at her, merely continuing on.

“Did you eat well?” she asked.

“So kira,” they responded.

“Good,” Iyera hummed. “Isaria, you’ll be continuing your history lessons - with the warming seasons and the continued aggression from ba Hafaaŕasi, the fall of the Old Sky seems like a fitting lesson.”

Isaria nodded, an intrigued expression on her face. Soŕi made a mental note to ask her about this story - it wasn’t often the hafaarasi were brought up lately.

“Asha, you’ll be collecting the reports from the Guard Captains this moon; over-time you’ll steadily take over collecting and analyzing the reports to bring to your sister,” their mother continued focusing on the second eldest. “This’ll be good practice for when you’re her second.”

Asha merely dipped her head in acknowledgement.

“Hreto, you’re to speak to the gardeners - check our herb stocks and ensure that we have enough for our trade packages. Soŕi you’re with the farmers, I’ve been hearing issues near the fringes so pay close attention to them understood?”

“So makiŕa,” they agreed together. 

Soŕi was a little disappointed to be assigned to the creature farmers - he was itching to be allowed in the underground farms now that they finally have permission to be there. He’d heard that a newcomer - Puffin - had begun to grow seeds from the Twinkling Forest and that they now had a collection of glowberries that flickered rather impressively in the dark. 

“Ahasra,” the mother continued, hesitating a little before coming to a decision. “...please entertain Sumisira.”

“The moon heir?” Ahasra said with disbelief.

“Ahasra-”

“What about Ashara’s Clearing! I could handle the kits!”

“We have to be conscious about your legs-”

“Cleaning some nursery nests isn’t going to kill me,” Ahasra spat, standing up again, this time with the fur on her hackles raised.

“I understand that you want to do more but we have to be cautious,” Iyera tried to reason.

“Kiisfei!” she snarled.

“Ahasra!” Iyera snapped, her tail lashing with fury. “Entertain Sumisira and we will see if there are other tasks left for you.”

Mother and daughter stared each other down for a moment each with their hackles raised. Ahasra’s ears and pinna were flattened against her head, the younger molly releasing a faint almost growling sound from her throat though her claws remained sheathed. Soŕi’s fur prickled uncomfortably looking between the two of them.

Ahasra wouldn’t attack makiŕa…. Would she?

Finally his youngest sister hissed and turned away, folding in the tail fins she’d flared out in agitation.

“Fine,” she said curtly.

Iyera’s body relaxed immediately, her raised hackles lowering and she twisted around to lick a few of the spiky spots of her pelt back down.

“Right well, you are dismissed,” she declared.

“Siyuyova makiŕa,” they all responded and she turned, striding back off to continue the duties of the acting queen.

It was silent for a moment after their mother left, Soŕi exchanging looking with all of his older siblings as they glanced at their youngest sister. Ahasra’s good mood and bright spirits seemed to have been dashed in that short conversation and now, she was grumbling to herself, angrily tearing at the baby grass that was prevalent in the main clearing with her claws. 

“...she’s just worried about you,” Isaria broached tentatively.

“It stopped being cute two moons ago,” Ahasra growled, dragging a frustrated claw through the earth. She released a fierce breath from her throat and Soŕi was only slightly surprised to smell a bit of smoke come with it. “At this rate, I might as well go bear-hunting. If it breaks my jaw then at least she won’t have to hear me bitch about it.”

His sister flinched and looked to Soŕi for damage control - he’d always been the best at handling his sister, she listened to him more than the others. 

So he stepped forward, ducking his head and drawing his tongue across her cheek.

“Hang in there ilinesina,”Soŕi said tentatively, trying to gauge her feelings about him being so close. When he received nothing but a faint purr, he continued on. “I’ve seen makiŕa in talks with a few different Guardians and they were motioning to you a lot.”

“...really?” Ahasra asked hopefully, eyes bright with excitement.

“I have seen her arguing with a few of them,” Iyera agreed glancing at Soŕi,

Ahasra purred, “Ashara’s blessed flames finally.”

“All that page’s work paid off - tough it out nipiyu, it sounds like your skies are clearing,” Asha said encouragingly.

Soŕi broke away from his siblings, padding back across the clearing towards the exit leading most directly to creature pens. With it being the warm season, the livestock were all being kept in the farthest pens where the largest rivers and the freshest grass was. He trekked calmly across the coarse grass until he started seeing the tall wooden structures that were built to act as shade for the livestock to rest in.

It didn’t take long for him to locate a collection of chickens being watched closely by a triad of cats - two adults and one cat maybe a bit older than Soŕi himself on the farther side, ushering some of the chickens closer to the group.

There was a shorter shelter with solid walls surrounded by a thin fence formed of twigs, tied firmly together with vines that was the chicken’s night-resting area and was filled with a colony of loudly peeping chicks, demanding attention from those around them. 

“Esivaŕai efra,” one of the farmers called upon spotting him, raising her thin tail in greeting. 

“Sivaŕai Aneha,” Soŕi said with a light chuckle. “No need to be so formal.”

“It’s only polite efra,” she said bowing her head and Soŕi obligingly pressed his muzzle between her ears in greeting before mimicking the action with the other farmer. “Are you here for the reports?”

“Yes,” Soŕi nodded. “Makiŕa said she heard odd things?”

“We’re fine out here for the most part,” said the brown tom with a happy sigh. “Skies have mostly been clear and have brought good rain when they haven’t. Hens are laying well and it seems that the hawks have moved from the area.”

We’ll need to check the clearing’s canopy for hawk nests then, Soŕi noted to himself. The hawks local to the area hardly ever go far when they build new nests due to the abundance of prey. It was all too likely that they moved when the snow was heaviest and settled near the Kit’s Clearing to target newborns and mollies weak from giving birth. “And the others?”

“Goats and sheep are fine from what I’ve heard,” Aneha noted with a twitch of her whiskers. “The ewes have had more lambs than expected so we have excess meat and wool now. The polecats are coming along very well.”

She gestured to the farm-paw he’d noticed before and Soŕi focused more, this time taking note of the large gray and pale creature the cat seemed to be directing. It bounded about, chasing chickens that were beginning to stray off back towards the main flock before they could wander too far. 

“I don’ know whose idea it was to train those pests but they deserve somethin’ special,” the brown tom confided. “They’re so quick I’m willin’ to take any other ideas like it.”

“Good to hear it’s working out,” Soŕi said warmly, making a mental note to mention it to his sister who had the first idea of training some of the polecats that had become permanent residents of the livestock shelters. It had been difficult to begin with but consistent treating and rewards were yielding better and better results it seemed - all from his sister taking a liking to an excitable fluffy prey-thief,“Anything else?”

“We don’t know much about how the rabbit breedin’ is going, but the ducks could use some deeper waters.” said Aneha with a slight frown. “The rain’s been good, but the ponds are still beginning to bottom-out."

Soŕi nodded understandingly, “Alright - I’ll see about getting the go-ahead to bringing them out to the main river, at least until a good storm passes over. That should refill the ponds plenty.”

“Won’t that risk them swimming off?”

“The squires could use something to do.”

“Thank you efri.”

“Just doing my job,” Soŕi reassured turning to the brown tom again. “Ayassi, do you have any worries?”

“Just a small one - one of the far pens has a hole in it. The hens and rooster are too big to get out, but the chicks keep slipping through the gaps. We’ve had a few of us watching the chicks until daylight, but we think we’ve waited long enough and that there could be other pens with holes in them.”

“Waited long enough?” Soŕi echoed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You mean you’ve brought up this problem before and it’s not been fixed yet?”

The two farmers exchanged nervous looks.

“Onehuŕa said he’d come by in a few days - half a moon ago,” Ayassi confessed. “I tried to prod him about it once but he’s… uh…”

“Stubborn,” Aneha spoke up. “He doesn’t really like coming all the way out here to work on the pens.”

Oh, really now?

“I’ll speak to Onehuŕa about taking on a squire,” Soŕi decided, his tail waving slowly. They had far fewer artisans than they’d appreciate and their small pawful of them being hostile to working would do their kingdom no favors. “And until then, me or one of my siblings will set some time aside to repair the hole ourselves and check on the others.”

“Thank you,” Aneha said relieved.

| | |

“Sivaŕai Neŕes e Buŕa,” Soŕi greeted the new guards standing outside the heir’s den, letting him know that his siblings were inside. They meowed a quiet greeting of their own to him, in a soft voice as he trotted by them into his den. His paws ached lightly from spending the day loping from shelter to shelter, checking in each shelter and kept an eye out for the creatures that they looked out for.

He rounded the short tunnel that led into the den he shared with his siblings, stretching as the warm air from the enclosed section rolled over him. He straightened up to the intertwined mess of legs and tails made up of her siblings. His eldest sister was curled into a loose ball, her tail resting gently over the neck of Asha whose head was settled on their brother’s chest as Hreto was fully stretched out on his back with his paws in the air.

Ahasra was curled up on the edge, half pressed against Asha but leaving room for Ivin - the polecat their mother had hesitantly allowed her to keep when she realized how fond she was of it.

Soŕi picked his way towards her, gliding through the tangle of his siblings; gently tapping them with his tail. He settled into his usual spot by his youngest sister, half-curling around his sister; taking care to leave space between himself and Ivin so he didn’t crush him. She opened a single, bleary eye and fixed him with a sleepy smile. Soŕi curled tighter around her, returning the smile when she started purring softly.

His pelt prickled a little but for now, he was content.

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--- Updated Translations -- Esivaŕai ka-veshano | Greetings my prince (Highly Formal) Efra | A common referral to all members of the royal family, ruling line or not Kiŕa | Mother, (informal) Makiŕa | Mother (formal) Nipiyu | Tiny-tiny, A common nickname for a sickly runt, in this case Ahasra’s nickname Ya ilinesina | Hey, little sister (formal) Ta uŕai xenotuku ann | The Sun Touches All If you’re a Shepherd, expect to herd sheep - the royal family of the kingdoms are referred to as the World’s Shepherds and are expected to care for commoners in place of the gods trapped behind the sky Why chase chickens when you can raise eggs | a common saying in the kingdoms meaning not to overwork yourself when easier solutions are available Ba Hafaaŕasi, | The Soul-Guided, the kingdom word for the clans Kiisfei | An expression of frustration or disbelief, slug-shit; condensed form of Kiishal Sefei Sivaŕai Neŕes | Hello, Neres and Buŕa (Informal)

[aussiewarriorcats]

The second clowder in my Australian warrior cats story! (designs and names subject to change)

Mountain Clowder cats are strong: dense fur, long, strong legs, and clear minds. They have a reputation for being self-absorbed and bossy, but good-hearted. Their members are usually greys or browns and have low amounts of white, if any.

They have large paws and long legs, which allows them to easily scale the steep sides of their mountain homesite. They live at the top of the mountain the Clowders call home and consider themselves closer to the Cloud Steppers. They sleep outside, in warm piles of cats. Friends and family often sleep in the same pile.

They despise Stone Clowder, they used to be a part of Mountain Clowder, before splitting off, renaming themselves Cloud Clowder, and then fleeing and renaming themselves (again) Stone Clowder.

Their fighting style involves speed. They dart in, land a few blows, and then dart out. They are trained in where to hit an opponent in order to hurt them the most. They maintain a few hunting trails they walk along and try to avoid overhunting one area.

They use hunting trails to trap game. They are the only Clowder to hunt kangaroos and succeed, giving them a grudging respect by other Clowders.

Allegiances:

Commander: Bluebird (Bird) – Blue-grey molly (She/He) with green eyes.

Lieutenant: Willowsong (Willow) – Ticked grey tabby molly (They/She) with a bob tail and blue eyes.

Healer: Badgernose (Badger) – Black and white molly (She/Her) with amber eyes.

          Trainee: Maple – Brown tabby molly (She/They) with black patches and amber eyes.

Councillors:

Brackenshade (Bracken) – Brown tom (He/Him) with a deep brown tail and green eyes.

Roseshine (Rose) – Pale molly (She/Her) with dark stripes.

           Trainee: Shade – White tom (He/Him) with brown slash across his face.

Sandfeather (Feather) – Pale molly (She/Her) with sandy markings and amber eyes.

Beartooth (Bear) – Brown tabby tom (He/Him) with lighter stripes.

Fernfrond (Frond) – White molly (She/Flutter/Leaf) with small black spots.

        Trainee: Blaze – Ginger tom (He/Him) with a white slash across his face.

Combatants:

Hawk – Cream tom (He/Him) with brown tail.

Eagle – Black tom (He/Claw) with white head.

Nestmaker/s:

Fieldleap (Field) – Cream molly (She/Her) with golden tail, front legs, and muzzle.

Fungustail (Fungus) – Black and white molly (She/Her) with grey tail.

Nesters:

Whirlwind – Ginger tabby molly (She/Her) with green eyes. Caring for two kits: Cockatoo, Galah.

Daisypetal (Petal) – Dark grey with black stripes molly (She/They), and yellow eyes.

Amberheart (Amber) – Pale ginger molly (She/Her) with white patches. Nursing two kits: Gecko, Perentie.

Retirees:

Morningsun (Sun) – Pale brown tabby molly (She/Her) with big white patches.

Jay – Black tom (He/Him) with blue eyes.

[bonefall]

With FrostLion’s litter, I just thought Bracken + Cinder were born first and Bright and Thorn were born not too long after. Cats can get pregnant not too long after giving birth so it’s not too far-fetched that Frostfur had kits than got pregnant soon after.

For Lionheart’s death, I always figured Tigerclaw was working with Brokenstar to some degree. Like how did Shadowclan know to attack when the patrol left?

Tigerclaw told them and the main objective was to kill Lionheart and was already using Ravenpaw as a scapegoat and just added to the flames.

It would be possible for them to be really tight litters, cats can get pregnant and give birth only 2 months after their last litter (this is why spaying and neutering is soooo important, people underestimate HOW MANY BABIES a molly can pump out), but something still seems to off about that, in a WC context

Like... Lionheart and Frosty having 2 litters, so close together? The cats are so much more like people than like realistic cats. I guess TPB was more 'realistic' in that sense but... I can't really describe why it feels odd I guess, just doesn't sit nicely.

And yeah Tigerclaw was DEFINITELY working with Brokenstar to some degree. I'm going to pick up on it too, Runningnose is going to remember this and it's going to be a reason why he pulls the strings to choose Tigerstar to lead ShadowClan.

"It's what Brokenstar would have wanted," type justification

[impulsivewcrewrite]

Into the Wild: WindColony Allegiances

Leader

Magpie (Birdy)- tall black and white tom [Tallstar]

Deputy

Cricket (Meadow)- black tom with a twisted foot (mentor to Wren) [Deadfoot]

Healer(s)

Bark (Bracken)- brown tom with a short tail [Barkface]

Elder(s)

Tranquil (Night)- black tom (head elder) [Crowfur]

Warriors

Raincloud (Jay)- light gray and white tom [Cloudrunner]

Asparagus (Star)- gray molly (mentor to Butterfly) [Plumclaw]

Rocky (Dormouse)- brown tom [Stagleap]

Rye (Dormouse)- brown tabby molly [Ryestalk]

Fly (Birdy)- white tom [Flytail]

Rabbitdown (Birdy)- brown molly [Rabbitear]

Gristle (Birdy)- black and white tom (mentor to Brook) [Bristlebark]

Pigeon (Meadow)- gray and white tom [Pigeonflight]

Whisper (Rye)- gray speckled tom [Tornear]

Spruce (Rye)- brown speckled tom [Mudclaw]

Queen(s)

Sorrelstem (Meadow)- brown tortoiseshell molly [Sorrelshine] (camp queen)

Chime (Sheep)- gray molly with longer fur around her paws (mother to Delta, Glen, Eagle, and Daffodil) [Ashfoot, Eaglekit, Hillkit, and Downkit]

Tune (Raspberry)- light tortoiseshell molly [Morningflower]

Apprentice(s)

Butterfly (Sorrelstem)- white and tortoiseshell molly [Whitepaw]

Wren (Aster)- brown tabby tom with noticeably long whiskers [Onepaw]

Brook (Asparagus)- gray tabby molly [Runningpaw]

[selling4college4kids]

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[cryptidclaw]

Updated Frostfur! since I’ve changed her back to being Brindleface’s sister I wanted to make her look more related to Brindle at least a bit! 

I finally got a new iPad so that I can draw more portably so I used this as a way to try out and get used to procreate! I basically relined and colored my old Frost design! though I did have to bring the design into Photoshop on my computer to add a white outline since for some reason expanding selections isn't a thing you can do in Procreate?? 

She's also a calico again bec I like the look! and I gave her the same teal blue eyes as Brindleface! I gave her a slightly different hair tuft, and made her tail different to match with her sister more! 

Im going to redraw her kids next bec Ive been wanting to update them! 

I decided that in RoC Cinder and Bracken will be adopted too so im going to have more freedom to make them look more different from Frost and Lionheart! 

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Frostfur from Warrior Cats. She is standing with her left side showing she has her right back leg raised, she has a happy smile on her face. She is a sleek long furred mostly white molly with teal blue eyes. She has grey and pale orange calico spots over her right eye, on her nose, two on her back and covering her tail and her nose and inner ears are pink./End ID]

[taylor3998]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWOT Lili Sidonio Molly Bracken Black Tee "Love More" XS.

[thistledown-au-warriors]

Thistledown AU Frostfur aka Frost Shine!

Frost Shine — beautiful white molly with blue eyes, partially deaf.

Mate: Lion's Heart

Kits: Blazing Cinder, Bright Flame, Thorn Claw, Bracken Leaf

she loved digging her face into hubby's mane when she got overstimulated

[atelier27]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: MOLLY BRACKEN Oversized Floral Swing Dress in Green, Size S.

[nycskygirl99]

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