#and in battles of clans where Whitewing is talking about how she fought in the badger battle

[weekly-whitewing]

Could I request Squirrelflight, Leafpool and Whitewing together (or one of the siblings if it's too many cats)? They don't really have a close bond in the books despite being kin and in the same apprentice generation and I always found it a missed opportunity.

WHITEWING EVERY WEEK NR 20

I feel like Whitepaw would be interested in herbs and pay attention to what Leafpaw is saying while Squirrelpaw is completely distracted by being in the forest adult free.

Whitepaw would be an older sister figure to them, in where she listens to both of them and 100% tries (and fails) to keep them out of trouble.

Unfortunatly canon forgot Whitepaw was older than them, so she can be the sweet baby than¹ the sisters like if you wanna make her younger than Leafie and Skwerl!

Also trying out different styles cuz I am really bored of my old backgrounds lol

[m1smatched-starsigns]

🌞 Whitewing or Onestar!

I like Whitewing more than Onestar, but I actually have a Onewhisker AU in my doc. Let’s go with him.

ThunderClan!Onewhisker AU

It starts immediately after Fireheart’s patrol arrives in WindClan, when Tigerstar invaded and killed Gorsepaw.

Onewhisker admits to Firestar that he doesn’t think he can stay in WindClan any longer. He loves his Clan deeply, but he’s lost so many friends in the last moons; he has no kin left, either.

He says that the camp reeks like blood and fear now, even though they’ve done their best to clean it. Everytime he passes the spot where Tigerstar held Gorsepaw down, he can still hear his screams.

In this AU, Graystripe is still in RiverClan with his kits. Fireheart misses his best friend now more than ever, so after Onewhisker’s confession, Fireheart invites him to join ThunderClan.

It is not a decision that Onewhisker makes lightly. He’s always been a proud WindClan warrior. He’s never doubted his place in the Clan before. But if something doesn’t change soon then he’s going to go insane.

He takes Fireheart up on his offer. Onewhisker’s Clanmates are furious and call him a mouse-heart and a traitor, and he leaves with his head hanging. ThunderClan aren’t sure how they feel about their new Clanmate, and most of them would like to not trust him, but he looks so pitiful that they can’t bring themselves to hate him.

Bluestar isn’t happy about Onewhisker’s decision to join the Clan, but she treats his situation very similar to Graystripe’s in canon: what difference will one more traitor make?

The WindClan warriors were all starving, so the first thing Fireheart does is pick out the fattest mouse on the fresh-kill pile for Onewhisker. He obviously isn’t used to forest prey, but he’s so hungry that he devours it in only a few bites. Despite the fact that mice are smaller than rabbits, Onewhisker is surprised when the smaller animals fills him up.

By that point it’s getting late, so Fireheart shows Onewhisker where to get the best nesting materials.

As he weaves his nest together, there is a stone of dread in Onewhisker’s chest at the thought of sleeping in a den rather than underneath the stars. He places his nest at the front of the den where the newest warriors typically sleep, so that he can at least see a piece of Silverpelt.

Brackenfur and Cloudtail also sleep at the front of the den. Brackenfur is a very compassionate tom and Cloudtail knows that Onewhisker is a loyal friend of Fireheart’s, so they smile politely at the former WindClanner and do their best to make him feel welcomed.

The night is long and sleep evades him at every turn, but Onewhisker finds slight comfort in the fact that he will be able to make friends.

The next day Fireheart leads a border patrol and assigns Onewhisker to it. As they patrol, he points out landmarks and helps him navigate the bracken and brambles.

Privately, Fireheart is worried about Onewhisker’s future as a ThunderClan warrior. He has a difficult time navigating the territory, and thorns are inexplicably drawn to his paws. After just one patrol, Onewhisker returns exhausted and heads straight to Cinderpelt.

Sandstorm echos his concerns, but when Fireheart tries to defend his friend, she retorts, “If Onewhisker would leave his birth Clan because life there was hard, what’s to stop him from leaving ThunderClan?”

Onewhisker overhears everything. Rather than discourage him, it motivates him to try his hardest to learn ThunderClan’s ways. He doesn’t want to be known as a quitter who can’t be depended on when the going gets tough.

When Fireheart is busy with his deputy duties, Onewhisker explores the territory with Brackenfur, practices his battle moves with Cloudtail, and goes hunting with Sandstorm. Slowly but surely he improves.

“We’ll make a Thundercat out of you yet,” Sandstorm praises him when he catches a mouse. He walks back to camp with his tail high.

When Tigerstar lures the dog pack into ThunderClan territory, Onewhisker demands to be apart of the line that draws them away from the Clan.

“Are you sure?” Fireheart asks. “You know you’re way around the territory now, but the undergrowth still trips you up. If you want to hide with the Clan, no one will fault you.”

Yes, they will. But Onewhisker doesn’t say that.

Instead he says, “I’ve got WindClan blood, Fireheart — I’m the fastest cat you’ve got. Besides, this is personal.” His eyes harden. “I didn’t stand a chance against Tigerstar when I was in WindClan. But here, where I can use my speed, I can actually help.”

Denying Onewhisker this right would be like denying Ashpaw and Fernpaw’s right to avenge their mother. He owes them this.

So Onewhisker will be apart of the line, then.

When his turn comes, he runs like he’s never run before. He pumps his legs as he leaps over tree roots and ducks underneath the undergrowth. He doesn’t trip once, or step on a single thorn.

He can’t help but feel very proud of himself once his turn is over. He’s never moved like that before in his life. For the first time ever — he finally feels like a ThunderClan warrior.

And when Fireheart shares the news that Bluestar is dead, he grieves like one. He grew up hearing stories of the elegant leader. She was never fond of him, but Onewhisker honors her legacy all the same.

Before Fireheart leaves to receive his nine lives, he admits to Onewhisker, “I have no clue who my deputy will be.”

Onewhisker blinks. “You’ll pick Sandstorm, won’t you? You’re very close.”

“That’s the problem,” Fireheart says quietly. “With positions of power comes great danger. If someone wanted to hurt me they would hurt Sandstorm, even though she’s just a warrior. But if she were my deputy, I feel like that would put an even bigger target on her back.”

Onewhisker considers that. “Are you sure?”

Fireheart shrugs, forlorn. “Not really. But am I willing to chance her life like that?”

“Sandstorm can defend herself,” Onewhisker meows quietly.

Sometimes, when he stands tall in the sunlight, Fireheart looks like a blaze of fire. In those moments, Onewhisker truly believes that Fireheart could do anything.

But right now he just looks tired. “I know,” he murmurs. Then he leaves for Highstones with Cinderpelt.

When Fireheart returns he is no longer Fireheart, but Firestar — leader of ThunderClan.

“I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of ThunderClan is Sandstorm.”

The she-cat looks surprised for a heartbeat before she puffs out her chest and proudly accepts the position.

Firestar made the right choice. Together, they will rule the forest in a blaze of glory.

But first, Tigerstar must be dealt with. Especially now that he’s recruited Leopardstar into joining TigerClan.

Even though he doesn’t say anything, it’s clear that Firestar is worried about Graystripe. For awhile no one sees him on patrols or the latest Gathering.

Then Ravenpaw bursts into camp with news of Bonehill. Firestar quickly calls for Sandstorm and Onewhisker, and they race for the RiverClan border.

The scenario plays out very similar to canon, except Graystripe has also been lumped in with the “traitors”.

Blackfoot kills Stonefur. The ThunderClan cats manage to help Graystripe, Mistyfoot, Featherpaw and Stormpaw escape.

“Onewhisker?” Graystripe asks, when he sees the former WindClan warrior.

“Long story,” Onewhisker meows. “We’ll talk later.”

The refugees take shelter in ThunderClan until the battle with BloodClan.

When that battle arrives, Onewhisker fights with all the might of a ThunderClan warrior. He lives to tell about it, too.

Sandstorm does not.

“Scourge went for her first,” Firestar whispers, voice thick with grief. “He thought it would enable me; he was wrong. I fought even harder, for her.” He chokes up and bows his head.

Tears pool in Onewhisker’s eyes. Scourge must have known Sandstorm was special to Firestar after he made her his deputy. He can’t help but think, if it weren’t for him, Firestar would have chose another as his deputy...

But a victory is a victory. That night the Clans celebrate their freedom from Tigerstar and from BloodClan.

“What will you do?” Onewhisker asks Graystripe after the battle.

The warrior gestures to Mistyfoot and his kits across the camp. “Return to RiverClan,” Graystripe says. “I wish I could be here for Firestar, but he has you to keep him out of trouble. Leopardstar isn’t popular right now, and my kits need me now more than ever.” His voice softens ever so slightly. “Mistyfoot, too.”

Graystripe looks back at Onewhisker. “You’ll make sure he’s okay, though, won’t you?”

Onewhisker knows what he means. “He’ll be alright. I’ll let you know if he ever needs you.”

Graystripe nods his thanks, then goes to join his kits.

As the sun sets behind the treeline, Firestar calls a meeting. Everyone knows what it is about.

Considering he just lost his mate and deputy in battle, Onewhisker thinks that Firestar looks impressive. He stands tall in the glow of the sunset, muscles rippling, green eyes like solid emeralds.

“The new deputy is Onewhisker.”

No cat is more surprised than he is to hear his name called. The Clan cheers his name while Onewhisker can only sit there, stunned.

“You accept, don’t you?” Firestar asks, as he descends from the Highrock.

Onewhisker doesn’t know what to say, other than, “... did you just give me a death sentence?”

“I gave you an honor,” Firestar corrects him. He musters a smile. “I don’t regret making Sandstorm my deputy. She was the perfect cat for the job. Besides, the last time I didn’t give her what she deserved, she gave me the silent treatment for days.” His smile softens. “I know she would approve of her successor.”

Onewhisker was never an ambitious tom; he never dreamed of growing up and becoming deputy, much less the deputy of ThunderClan. But when Firestar words it like that...

“I’ll make her proud,” Onewhisker promises. As he speaks, a thrill shoots down his spine; one he hasn’t felt since he led the dog pack away from camp.

Firestar gazes at him like he knows the feeling. “Of course you will.”

[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

AU where Leafpool and Crowfeather actually left the Clans after she gave birth to her kits and was either told to step down or leave. She learns how to defend herself while she's away and eventually gets a sign that the Clans are in danger of extinction so she comes back to help however she can.

“Leafpool?!”

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“Wait a second, you have to keep your eyes open we just got you back, Leaf!”

“I'm not going anywhere, Squirrel… just need a nap.”

“Leafpool wake up! I can't lose all of you to this please don't go!”

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“Brambleclaw… you… what-? How-? We were supposed to have more time, how did you-?”

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“Dad, dad what are you doing? You can't go to StarClan yet, mom needs you, the Clan needs you, for the love of the ancestors you're our leader! Dad wait! Daaaaaaad!!”

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Squirrelflight shook herself out and padded over to her mother.

“Sandstorm… mama, you need to go to the medicine den. Take Leafy and go see Jay and Pebble. Come on, you can do it.” She purred weakly.

Slowly but surely, the pair of she-cats picked up their fallen relative and ambled toward the medicine den, where cats already awaited treatment.

“Jayfeather, Pebblefur, if there's anything I can do to help-.” Sandstorm rasped.

“Come here, for starters.” A third voice snapped.

Never has having three medicine cats been such a blessing.

Squirrelflight turned back to the crowd, surveying injuries as she scanned for cats who could start helping to hunt later on.

Brackenfur looks okay… need to check on Sorreltail and Dustpelt later. Stars, Ferncloud… she was in the nursery when I was a kit! Okay, wait. Brackenfur… Lionblaze maybe. Hollyleaf needs to see to that bite on her shoulder but Brambles took most of that so she should be fine… Stars I hope this doesn't get her too. Brackenfur, Hollyleaf, Lionblaze...

“You need to get treated just like everyone else.” Pebblefur urged. “You fought well, Squirrelflight. You can't worry about what's next when you're asleep on your paws.”

“I'm not tired.” She insisted. “And unlike all these cats, I'm still up and moving.”

“Then help the others. Hunting can wait, the borders aren't going anywhere because we all just fought the same battle.”

“We did… oh Stars, I have to tell Tawnypelt and Mothwing.” She whispered, slumping to the ground.

“Squirrelflight if you don't get up!” Pebblefur snapped, prodding the ginger she-cat to her paws. “You can't let this be the thing that gets you. The Clan needs you just like it needs anyone else. Come on.”

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Squirrelflight can't bring herself to go to the Moonpool. Despite the fact that everyone commends her on how she pulled the Clan together after the Spirit Battle, despite her going on and sending out multiple patrols to ensure that the other three Clans were able to cope with their own losses, despite attempting single-pawedly to stock the fresh-kill pile day after day… She would shut down any talk of StarClan. She'd lost her father and her mate in the same battle, the cat who'd helped raise her was gone, her mentor was barely clinging to life himself, her kits… Jayfeather’s assurance that everyone would pull through was all that kept her going out into the forest sometimes, and Hollyleaf was a strong presence at her side. Lionblaze stalked every inch of the territory for ghosts and traitors. Seeing Ashfur turn on StarClan when they'd given him a place and didn't have to was… staggering, to say the least.

But Squirrelflight could not go to the Moonpool. She had no reason to become leader. She was too old; there were plenty of younger, more qualified cats.

Nobody knew what was supposed to happen, so ThunderClan went maybe half a moon the way they did, until one day, something changed.

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“We're taking a patrol to the WindClan border and you need to be on it.” Brackenfur insisted. The brown tom and his golden-flecked brother decided to retire after the Dark Battle, but kept themselves limber by getting out into the forest every chance either one could get. They often took Brightheart and Whitewing with them, having lost Cloudtail to his wounds not long after.

“I needed proof.” He insisted. “I wanted to believe, but I wanted proof that I'd be able to see my mother again.”

The vigils for their Clan were all more heartbreaking than the last, because half the cats who died were sick before the battle and kept on for the sake of intruders, or they were content to be walking bruises and proud to join their Clanmates.

Now Squirrelflight, Brackenfur, Leafpool, Jayfeather, Dustpelt and Purdy were at the border with WindClan. They didn't have to wait long for a patrol to arrive.

“What could ThunderClan possibly want with us now?!” The lead cat snapped.

“Permission for a few of us to go to the Moonpool.” Jayfeather informed them.

“What?!” Squirrelflight yelped. “You said this was a border patrol! Why are we going to the Moonpool?”

“You need to talk with StarClan, Squirrelflight, because if you're not supposed to be leader then at least they'll tell us who is. But you've done the most to keep the Clan together these past few days, and if anyone deserves nine lives, it's you.”

Dustpelt was the one who spoke these words, and Squirrelflight stared at her former mentor, mouth open.

“Okay.” She murmured. “Okay, I'll… yes, we need to go to the Moonpool. ThunderClan can't go without a leader or deputy forever.”

“Then we wish you luck and a safe passage. You only said a few, though. Will the rest of you be waiting here?”

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“Welcome, Squirrelflight.” Several voices chimed at once. When she was a kitten, Firestar told her that the cat she needed to hear most was the one StarClan greeted her with. She could pick out several voices, Ferncloud, Firestar, and Cloudtail included, but apparently the one she need to hear most was a dead kit’s.

“You were the ones we would have had alongside Jay, Lion, and Holly… we were going to name you Juniper and Rose… I'm so sorry, little ones.”

Two starfilled forms stepped out of the rows of cats. They were so much smaller than her… one had a dappled golden pelt that Brambleclaw had likened to his mother's, and her green eyes, while the other had Brambleclaw's dark tabby pelt with her white paw and amber eyes. They raced over to her and nuzzled her, bumping at her legs and flicking their tails cheerfully.

“We like it up here! There's so much to explore!”

“And everyone has so many stories to tell!”

“And now our mom gets to become leader!”

Squirrelflight froze.

“So they were right…” She whispered. “How could they possibly know? I was never supposed to be here, it was always going to be Bramble-. This doesn't make any sense.”

“This is StarClan's choice.”

Brambleclaw spoke now. His scent wreathed around her and suddenly he was just there and she leaned into him.

“You'll be a wonderful leader, Squirrelflight. It's in your blood.”

They sat like that for a few heartbeats before Squirrelflight inhaled deeply and got to her paws.

“Okay.” She mumbled. “What do I have to do?”

“Hold still when the time comes.” Brambleclaw murmured before melting back into the crowd with their kits.

The first cat to step forward had golden-brown fur that matched her daughter's.

I wonder if Brambleclaw and Thornclaw are related.

Goldenflower chuckled, and it occurred to Squirrelflight that the cats of StarClan might know her every thought.

“With this life, I give you the strength you will need to carry out your duties. It is often called a mother's love, but you have an abundance of that. So it is strength you will receive, when you must push on for the sake of your kits and your Clan.”

Goldenflower touched her nose to Squirrelflight and the ginger she-cat screwed her eyes shut as the force of memories hit her.

Flash.

“If you have nothing else to say, then I sentence you to exile,” Bluestar announced.

Wait! Tigerclaw what have you done?!

The words never left her lips, frozen as she was.

Flash.

I know exactly who he looks like but that doesn't mean that's who he is! You said that your father never kept a mate. Could you really see yourself with a trail of she-cats all sniffing your tail?!

Flash.

Thank you, Swiftpaw. You always were my brave little boy.

Flash.

That same kit lay torn apart on the ground.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Flash

I love you, son… don't ever forget that.

Squirrelflight winced and jerked back, panting. “How in the world did you…”

“The same way you did.”

The two she-cats touched noses and Goldenflower disappeared, to be replaced by

“Cloudtail, you made it!” Squirrelflight squealed when the familiar white pelt slipped into view.

“Hey there, little Flight… who'd have thought that'd be your warrior name.”

The former kittypet had a knack for calling cats things that described them but weren't their names. He, Firestar, and Daisy called then nicknames, and some of them were just weird.

“I'm so glad you found your way.” Squirrelflight purred.

“All I needed was proof, and boy did I get it. Tell Brightheart to hold on, will you?”

At Squirrelflight's nod, he bumped his nose to her forehead.

“With this life, I give you nobility and certainty and faith. Trust yourself when you can't decide, and look forward the Stars where you need our guidance.”

Squirrelflight closed her eyes and let the warm feeling wash over her. Something about this life make her sure of this. She knew, no matter what happened next, that she could do this. She could live for her Clan... and maybe even be the leader they deserved.