#badgerstar

[sable-skies]

unfortunately, the most drawing i've done lately has been doodling headshots of some old characters my friends and I enjoyed throwing at each other and putting in situations.

coyoterush and badgerstar are designed by @mickadamz, coyote has some minor edits from me but nothing major

ibisecho and cranesong were originally designed by @amanyam with later edits by me :]

[plushieclan]

Treeclan’s Tale: From the Grave

<< Return to Moon 13 interlude

It wasn’t odd for a young molly to have kits. It was expected, even. Never stated out loud… but everyone knew it. Lynxclaw knew it was something that would happen to her eventually— but now that she was expecting kits, she had strange feelings she never anticipated.

She loved her mate. She knew she would love her kits too, but at the same time… something nagged at the back of her mind.

Is this all she would ever be?

“Are you sure you don’t need more help moving in?” Ratleaf asked.

“I’m alright, Rat.” Lynxclaw said.

Hopebud bumped Lynxclaw’s side. “You don’t have to worry about her, Ratleaf. She’ll have me.”

Beetleheart had his jaws on a large rat, which he left at Lynxclaw’s feet. “The best freshkill for the new mother!”

“Dad—!” Lynxclaw started to protest— after all, she had only just found out she was expecting kits a day ago! She still had at least a moon and a half before the kits were born, according to Aspenstripe.

It was Lynxclaw’s mate, Locustclaw, who suggested she pick a nest early and move some of her moss into it. After all, it would be more comfortable to ease herself into the nursery than move all at once, he supposed. Hopebud was already in the process of staking out their future nest, though they weren’t moving into the nursery yet either. But why had her brother and father insisted on tagging along too?

“Let’s not crowd them, you two.” the voice of a familiar molly rang out.

Beetleheart and Ratleaf backed off, letting her stride through. It was Lynxclaw’s mother, Slatestripe.

“Sorry, mom.” Ratleaf murmured.

“I understand you want to help her, but I know from experience that everyone fretting just makes it more stressful.” Slatestripe said calmly. “Lynx, would you like to go on a walk with me?”

Lynxclaw practically jumped at the opportunity. “Of course mom!”

The mother and daughter ducked out of the weaved brambles of the nursery and strode through the bushes. At the outskirts of camp, Lynxclaw paused.

“Hey, mom?”

Slatestripe stopped, looking back at her daughter. “Yes, Lynx?”

“Did,” she gulped, then continued, “did you ever feel like you were giving up on your dreams when you had me?”

Slatestripe looked surprised, before her confusion turned to a soft smile. She sat down, before patting the grass next to her. “Come, sit.”

Lynxclaw obliged, making herself comfortable next to her mother.

“You know… I was in the running for deputy once.” Slatestripe started.

Lynxclaw gasped. “You were?!”

“Yes. The old deputy was killed on patrol… Badgerstar wanted someone young to replace him. Someone who could become leader. That was almost me.”

Slatestripe cocked her head to the side. “But… on the prey pile that morning, there was a sign pointing to someone else.”

“Aunt Bonestripe.” Lynxclaw breathed.

Slatestripe nodded. “I won’t lie… that day, I cried a little. I thought that my ambitions were destroyed,” she smiled, as though reminiscing on an old memory. “But your aunt… as cunning and cold as she is, she always turned to me for advice. And when someone broke the warrior code, I helped explain their position to her and allowed them to stay in the clan. That was the day I realized that deputy wasn’t the end-all-be-all.”

Lynxclaw blinked. “So… you’re saying I should aim for deputy?”

Slatestripe laughed. “No, Lynx. I’m saying that even if your original goals seem lost to you now, there’s always a way to follow your ambitions… even if they change a little on the way.”

Slatestripe got to her feet, turning back to her daughter.

“That being said… if you did become deputy, I would support you every step of the way.”

—

Lynxclaw still ruminated on the lesson her mother had given her. Standing up, she padded her way out of the camp for some air. What did she want to after this? Certainly, she didn’t want to be boxed into the role of mother forever. But she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be deputy.

As she stepped through the forest, she heard some strange noises. They almost sounded like… wheezing?

“Hello?” Lynxclaw said, dropping into a crouch. She wasn’t too large yet— so she was able to slink towards the target without issue.

There, hidden beneath a bush, was her aunt.

“A-Auntie!” Lynxclaw ran towards her. Bonestripe was on the ground, her face contorted into a pained scowl. “What happened?!”

Bonestripe heaved. “D-deathroot… that bastard… he poisoned me!”

Lynxclaw panicked. What could she do? She only had one idea. “Uh, stay here! I’m going to get some help!”

Bonestripe growled. “No use, you fool! They’re… the ones… who did this….”

Lynxclaw didn’t stick around. She needed to help her aunt. Quickly, she ran towards the cleric den. There was a spot in the back where she could squeeze into the log, she remembered. Yarrowheart had gotten scolded when he snuck in that way.

Ignoring the pain in her legs, she pushed herself into the den.

There, she was surrounded by herbs of many smells and sizes. What did her aunt need?

“Lynxclaw?” Cloverpelt shambled into the den. “What did you need?”

“I-I think I accidentally ate some deathroot!” she lied, frantically.

Cloverpelt looked annoyed, then fumbled around with some herbs on a shelf. Lynxclaw could have sworn she heard her mumbling something about overdramatic queens.

She spat out something black at Lynxclaw’s feet. “This should neutralize any deathroot you might have swallowed.”

Then, she left.

Lynxclaw quickly grasped it in her jaws and squeezed out the way she came. From there, it was just a short run to where Bonestripe lay. But every moment of it was agonizing.

“What… do you have… in your mouth?” Bonestripe asked, weakly.

“Dunno. But eat it.” Lynxclaw’s voice was muffled.

“That… that isn’t allowed, Lynx.”

“Shut up!”

Lynxclaw kneeled to her aunt’s side, nudging her mouth open, and feeding her the black substance. Bonestripe weakly swallowed it.

Lynxclaw sighed. “I-I���ll stay with you until I’m sure you’ll be ok.”

Bonestripe looked furious, but she could barely lift her head.

“A thank you would be appreciated for saving your life.” Lynxclaw growled.

“I don’t want you… breaking rules on my behalf.” Bonestripe practically whispered. “Especially with your kits…. They’ll use it as an excuse… to hurt them too.”

“Who did this to you?”

“I… don’t know.” Bonestripe admitted. “But… I know Badgerstar is behind it… he always is…”

“How did you know it was deathroot?”

Bonestripe paused.

“Not… the first poisoning… he’s done. Deathberries are too… easy to cure. Deathroot… hard to find the cure…. Need to trade for it.”

Lynxclaw frowned. “Why would Cloverpelt give me some then?”

Bonestripe laughed. “…didn’t want to deal with… Slatestripe mourning again… my guess.”

Lynxclaw sat there, looking at the withered husk of her aunt. She was too stubborn to ask for help— too paranoid to trust anyone. She cursed their clan for pushing Bonestripe to that point.

“I’m going to move you somewhere safer.” Lynxclaw finally said.

“You… don’t have to.”

“Shut up.”

Lynxclaw slowly dragged Bonestripe to the base of a tree she knew had an old snake den dug into. Inside, she put Bonestripe. She covered the top with leaves.

Hopefully, she would be safer there. Bonestripe seemed to be regaining a bit of her strength. Lynxclaw was certain she would make it.

She padded her way back to camp, before slipping in. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed she was gone.

Some of the older warriors were huddled up by the elder’s den. Lynxclaw could barely hear their conversation.

“…won’t be deputy much longer…”

Lynxclaw paused. They were talking about her aunt.

She found herself walking to the side of the elder’s bush, as if heading to the dirtplace. Instead of leaving camp, she was quiet as she pressed herself into the leaves of the den. Then, she listened.

“Bah, what do you even mean by that, Shinewhisker?” Flybracken, an older tortoiseshell warrior, said.

“Oh… just a hunch.” Shinewhisker laughed.

Shinewhisker was a brown-and-white warrior— Goosetuft’s father, Lynxclaw remembered. He would have a good motive to poison her aunt. After all, his mate Brokenpad was one of Badgerstar’s children, and a staunch supporter of his faction.

“Treason talk isn’t good to have in camp.” Larchfang, another senior warrior, mentioned.

“Who’s even listening? Slatestripe? She’s a bleeding heart, but even she realizes that Bonestripe’s not becoming leader.” Shinewhisker said. “I mean, not even the rest of the cursed family is on Bonestripe’s side!”

I’m on her side! Lynxclaw thought. Then, she remembered how invisible she was to her clanmates. She doubted they even remembered she was a member of the same family as Bonestripe, at this point.

“Who do you think will become deputy instead?” Flybracken asked.

“Hopefully Houndheart. It’s better to have one of Badgerstar’s kits in the seat. I’d like Brokenpad, but we’re getting a bit too old for that stuff nowadays.”

Larchfang spoke up. “Houndheart?! Don’t be stupid, Shinewhisker. Slatestripe is meant to be leader. Badgerstar will pick her after Bonestripe passes.”

“She’s too fond of that cursed family now, and too unwilling to grab her destiny. It shouldn’t happen— not after she had those kits with that cursed tom.” Flybracken grumbled.

Lynxclaw couldn’t listen to them insult her mother any more. She left abruptly, pretending she was returning from the dirtplace. The senior warriors never even paid any attention to her. She was invisible to them— nothing more than just a queen. Slatestripe’s daughter. Maybe even a cursed one, if they remembered that. But she would use that to her advantage.

—

“It was Shinewhisker. Maybe Brokenpad helped.”

Bonestripe was cleaning the dirt off her paws. “How in Starclan did you learn this?”

“I listened in on their conversation.”

She huffed, before standing.

“…Very well. I’ll take this information to your brother. I’ll have him organize a trial for them.”

She turned to leave. Lynxclaw stopped her with a paw on her shoulder.

“Wait. I have one more thing.”

Bonestripe grunted. “No. Whatever it is, no.”

“Let me be your informant!”

“Absolutely not!” she growled. “This was dangerous enough as-is!”

Lynxclaw shook her head. “It’s not dangerous at all. Nobody even notices me, after all. All I’m doing is being observant.”

Bonestripe sighs. “You won’t relent until I say yes, will you?”

Lynxclaw nodded.

“You’re just like your mother.” She chuckled a bit, almost smiling. “Fine. Bring me any information you think will help.”

With that, she walked away to camp.

Treeclan was a den of wolves. And every day, it seemed like they tried to swallow their family whole. But Lynxclaw would live a sheep in wolves pelt, because that was what she was good at. And maybe one day, her clan would be better… for both herself, and her future kits.

[warriorsseverance]

WARRIOR CATS: SEVERANCE: CHAPTER 6

pretend this is on time.

ps i will be making a fancy header for this soon

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Having had virtually no time to himself and little to spare as it was, Stagpaw was doing his best to eat the scrawny little vole he'd fished out of the fresh-kill pile as quickly as possible. Thunderclan had been buzzing with murmurs and excitement all day, and every cat was preparing for the news that Badgerstar had brought them only two days ago.

Two sunrises after they had returned from the gathering, their leader had explained the proposition that Pythonstar had made, and while acknowledging Windclan and Thunderclan's distaste for one another, told everyone that it was in their best interest. It turned out that the Windclan leader wanted to share Eastern Point, but in the quarter-moon that they had been allied, things had quickly snowballed into something much larger.

Hushed murmurs moved around the camp in a chorus of speculation. Most cats didn't really know what was happening, other than that they were preparing to launch an attack onto Riverclan territory, apparently to take land- Not for themselves, however. What got more ears turned than the fact they didn't share a border with Riverclan was the fact that they were helping Windclan get the territory.

But we hate Windclan! Some cats would hiss in hushed voices to one another when they were certain nobody else had heard. We don't even have a border with Riverclan! I don't want to eat any fish! They whispered to one another, but Stagpaw had heard it all.

He wasn't sure of what to make of it himself. Whatever it meant was unimportant to him, aside from the fact that they were now training harder than ever to prepare.

Badgerstar had called a clan meeting early into the morning, with Slatefox beside him. Neither tom seemed to have slept- Stagpaw had usually woken up when Badgerstar came into sleep. They must've been talking all night, for they seemed rather set in this plan- Thunderclan was to ally with Windclan.

No cat seemed content with it, and the tension in the air had been so thick that Stagpaw could’ve sliced his claws through it. He himself found a strange sense of excitement at the thought of a fight, even if he wasn’t necessarily the most confrontational- Badgerstar said it was what they were to do, and Stagpaw accepted that as truth. If Badgerstar wanted it done, then it would be. He didn’t know too much about the inter clan politics inside of Thunderclan, even if he’d been there quite a while. He stuck with Badgerstar and Slatefox, for they were the only ones who ever gave him a reason to listen to them- They had saved him, and he’d always be grateful for that.

Right now, Badgerstar and Slatefox were having a meeting on Eastern Point to discuss things. Stagpaw was itching to hear what they had to say- For once, he was interested in the thought of a fight, even if he didn’t really want to kill anyone. Beechpaw and Adderpaw were already gloating about what they’d do, so shouldn’t Stagpaw be just as excited? It could be his chance to show Thunderclan how loyal he was, if he fought well. Maybe they’d finally like him. Oakscratch could look at him and give him an approving nod, instead of a scowl, and Badgerstar would parade around the camp and tell everyone how proud he was. Stagpaw’s stomach twisted with hope. He’d take anything. Even a little smile would be nice.

He had to admit that he was a little bit sore from all the training he’d been doing. Under Badgerstar’s orders, he’d gone out with Redrabbit nearly every day, occasionally with the other apprentices- Oakscratch never let Beechpaw go easy on him.

Stagpaw had managed to get a pretty good whack on Beechpaw, though. He remembered the fight, and felt the glow in his belly strengthen.

Thoughts returning to what was in front of him, he tore off the last chunk of flesh from the vole carcass, swallowing it and rising to his paws. He’d scooped earth over it, before rising to his paws. Badgerstar and Slatefox should be back any moment. Redrabbit had wanted him to spar with Bisonpaw once he had finished, and now Stagpaw craned his neck to scope out the large brown tomcat from around the camp.

There! Stagpaw spotted his denmate right inside the medicine den, beside the white-flecked gray fur of Snowfleck, their crabby old medicine cat. Confusion wormed within his pelt. Was Bisonpaw hurt? I hope he doesn’t miss the battle. I still need to train with him!

Padding curiously over to the little cave, he poked his head in, eyes straining as he willed them to adjust to the gloom.

The two were hunched over the herb store, and Snowfleck was murmuring something while pointing at some green leaves. Of course. I suppose he isn’t hurt.

“…Now, that is called chervil. You see those fern-like green leaves? Even my old eyes can. It’s always growing around rocks, so your best bet would be to look for some around the Burnt Woods. There’s plenty of rocks there.”Stagpaw was incredulous to hear her speaking in such a way- He’d never heard her say a kind word to anyone! Bisonpaw was leaned in, and even Stagpaw could see the way he drank in every word. It seemed Bisonpaw really did want to become a healer. What’s Oakscratch gonna say?

“What’s it used for?” Bisonpaw tilted his head.

Snowfleck chuckled, wrapping her thick gray tail around her paws. It was the most cheerful Stagpaw had ever seen the old cat. Maybe all she needed was someone to be interested in her job.

“Well, it’s helpful to bring a bellyache down, but you can use it for infections, too. Don’t be foolish and use that unless you have to, horsetail should be the first thing you reach for, though, or goldenrod-” She broke off, having noticed Stagpaw. The sour expression returned, and he heaved a sigh when she went on. “Hey! Get your paws in here, Stagpaw. Use your words, instead of just standing there!”

Stagpaw dipped his head apologetically. “Sorry, Snowfleck- I was just looking for Bisonpaw.”

“Well he’s here, isn’t he? Did you expect him to see your shadow before saying anything?” She snapped.

Bisonpaw blinked over at Stagpaw. “Oh, the training. I forgot. Sorry, Stagpaw. Snowfleck was just gonna show me a thing or two…” He trailed off, and his eyes lit up. “Hey, Snowfleck, why don’t we get more herbs for you? You’re missing… Tansy, right? The little flowers you use for coughs?”

Snowfleck seemed to almost snap a remark at Stagpaw, but upon Bisonpaw’s proposition, she didn’t seem to be able to stop a look of affection from spreading across her features.

“Bring me some fennel, while you’re at it. Meadowpurr is complaining about being sore- You remember what that is, yes?” She rasped, attention now turned to Bisonpaw, to Stagpaw’s relief. Snowfleck may seem soft, but there was nothing nice about her- Well, maybe not to Bisonpaw.

Bisonpaw nodded, eyes wide. “I remember.”

As Stagpaw was about to creep away and wait for Bisonpaw- a little disappointed at having to pick plants instead of training, hoping that Bisonpaw could still help him- when Snowfleck snapped after him, “And you! Don’t go dilly-dallying around! I need these herbs. I better not hear that you crushed them instead!.”

“Yes, Snowfleck.” Stagpaw said, fighting to keep his tone even. He couldn’t do anything without some cat finding an insult in his actions.

Standing at the entrance to the little cave with a furrowed brow and disgruntled expression, it was only a matter of time before Bisonpaw bumbled out, looking amiable.

As Stagpaw followed behind him, feeling less than sorry about leaving the camp, he tilted his head. “Are we still gonna train? Redrabbit wanted us to.”

Bisonpaw responded as he climbed up the slope with a sigh. “Yeah. I guess.” He paused, before looking back at Stagpaw. “Can you believe we’re helping Windclan? Going into battle for them?”

Stagpaw blinked, hopping up after his denmate. He’d been thinking about the same thing, only he was a little bit excited. It gave him an opportunity to prove himself to his clan. “I guess it’s a little weird.” He countered. “But isn’t it good? We’re allies with them. Badgerstar said it was the best way to get through the Leaf-bare.”

“Oakscratch said that they were using us, and that Badgerstar was behaving like a bee-brain if he thought Windclan were trustworthy.” Bisonpaw said, tone conveying surprisingly little emotion.

Stagpaw’s brown ears pricked with surprise. “Badgerstar knows what he’s doing.” He responded instantly, without even thinking. He’d always thought that Oakscratch was such a loyal warrior! It shocked him to hear that he could’ve said something like that about their leader. Even if it wasn’t the worst thing he could’ve said, Stagpaw would expect it toward himself, and not Badgerstar. A little part of him burned with defensiveness. Badgerstar seemed to know what to do whenever they had problems, so this shouldn’t be any different.

Bisonpaw just shrugged it off, picking up the pace. “I guess.”

Stagpaw’s pelt prickled. Bisonpaw was always pretty hard to talk to, but why’d he have to say that about Badgerstar? I won’t doubt him! He promised, and instead focused on the silence. It was fine to be quiet. Maybe better than talking. He liked Bisonpaw, and didn’t want to say something to ruin their friendship, even if it had unsettled Stagpaw.

The two walked without a word, with Bisonpaw seeming completely unfazed by their conversation, despite the disagreement.

Stagpaw let out a sigh through his nose.

The silence continued until Bisonpaw abruptly stopped, his black nose twitching. Stagpaw nearly crashed into him, having been lost in thought, slamming his paws into the ground.

“What is it?” Stagpaw questioned, shoulders slacking. “Is this where the plants are?” All the plants looked and smelled the same to him. All he could see was green, and all he could smell was… Well, green.

Bisonpaw paused before answering. “No- it’s not a plant.” The fur along his spine rose, and his brown eyes widened. “It’s Windclan!”

Confusion filled him. “What?” However, when he raised his muzzle, opening his mouth to scent the air thoroughly, the distinct smell of Windclan was clear amongst the forest. “Bisonpaw, relax- We’re allies with them, remember? Badgerstar said so.”

Bisonpaw frowned. “I don’t trust them.”

Stagpaw’s ears twitched. “Nevermind. Let's just bring them to camp.”

“No- We should find out where they think they’re going.”

“I thought you didn’t like to fight.” Stagpaw’s tail flicked, narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t. We don’t have to hurt them.” Bisonpaw returned, tone as even as ever. “What if they’re launching an attack on us?”

“There’s only one of them.” He retorted. “No one cat is going to launch a battle.”

Windclan were their allies! They wouldn’t attack them. The Windclan cats he met at the gathering had seemed friendly, not too different from themselves, if only in the fact they had lean bodies built for speed, opposed to strength.

“Let’s just find them.” Bisonpaw’s voice lowered, and he slunk forward. They were out of earshot from the Windclan cat, but they still shouldn’t have spoken so loud- Stagpaw realized that with a wince. Maybe Bisonpaw’s instincts were stronger than his own.

Stagpaw followed after Bisonpaw, his own big paws clearing the ground easily. He was making sure not to step on any leaves, paying extra attention to the surroundings, whilst Bisonpaw weaved easily through the woods. The Windclanner was moving fast. It was a white she-cat, with a few brown-and-black patches. There was an urgency in their movements, though the cat was awkwardly maneuvering through the woods, as though it were their first time.

Which it might be. Stagpaw reflected. Maybe he wasn’t doing so bad, if this was how a true newcomer to the woods would do.

Expecting just to follow them quietly, to see where they were going, he was surprised when Bisonpaw leapt forward.

“Hey! You! Windclanner!” He hissed. Once again, Stagpaw was surprised. Bisonpaw was usually such a quiet cat, rarely speaking unless spoken to. Yet, with the presence of someone he perceived as a threat to Thunderclan, he moved with clarity and assurance.

Stagpaw followed, hurrying to seem just as confident. He just didn’t feel that this Windclan cat was a threat- Why were they all alone? Why were they trying to go so fast?

The Windclan cat whipped around, green eyes wide. Briefly frightened, the fur on her back settled slightly, until she heaved a sigh of relief. “I’m not invading- I swear!” She defended herself, stepping backward. “Our clan needs Thunderclan’s help. The deal, remember? Well, we’re going for Riverclan now.”

“Now? The meeting just happened!” Stagpaw asked, incredulous. He’d been expecting to wait a few more days! Were Badgerstar and Slatefox even back at camp?

“It’s been over for hours- Pythonstar isn’t happy. He’s held up the attack all for you.” The Windclan cat warned, tail waving through the air. “He sent me to bring you- You have to bring me to your camp!”

“Why would we-” Bisonpaw began, tone harsh, before Stagpaw cut him off.

“It’s a deal, Bisonpaw!” He urged. “We have to.”

Bisonpaw’s brown eyes were narrowed with suspicion. “What if it’s a trap?” he asked, instantly.

“A trap? Of course not! Who do you think we are?” The Windclan cat snapped, ears pinned against her head. “We are allies.”

Pushing past Bisonpaw, Stagpaw nodded. This cat sounded perfectly reasonable, and he thought Badgerstar would be upset with him if this cat really was speaking the truth. It’s just one Windclan cat, after all. However, Bisonpaw’s words had rustled him- Again. He tried to focus on his own thoughts. What’s the harm in just checking what they want?

“Follow me,” He said, uncomfortably aware of how nervous he sounded, when he was trying to sound confident. You have to make Thunderclan look good! What if Bisonpaw tells Oakscratch?

Instantly, he cast a guilty look toward his denmate. Bisonpaw wouldn’t do that. It was wrong to think that way.

Tail bobbing behind him as he wove through the woods, he relished in the fact he could go slow, since they now had someone newer to the forest than him to lead. Bisonpaw followed behind them, expressionless. Stagpaw focused on keeping his chin up and his movements confident. You’re my son! Act like it! He imagined Badgerstar telling him. He’d do anything to make his father proud, even if he wasn’t completely sure that was what he wanted.

The three of them made it to the edge of the camp when Stagpaw heard a voice.

“Intruder! Stagpaw, Bisonpaw- Why’d you bring a Windclan cat here?” Blackwhisker, who had been on guard, leapt down from the tree he had been perched on. His whiskers quivered with anger, most prominently his singular black whisker, of which he’d been named for.

Stagpaw’s eyes widened, and he glanced at Bisonpaw. Bisonpaw would be angry at him- Sure enough, there was a flicker of irritation in his gaze when he looked back at Stagpaw. Stagpaw’s stomach tightened with guilt. He hadn’t thought about what cats would think if he led a warrior of another clan to their camp, regardless of whether they were supposedly allies, or not. That was what Bisonpaw had wanted.

He opened his mouth to respond, before Bisonpaw stepped forward.

“This cat wanted to speak with Badgerstar. It was my idea.” He said quietly, not looking back at Stagpaw, who watched him, feeling a spark of surprise erupt in his stomach.

Blackwhisker, who Stagpaw reminded himself was Beechpaw and Adderpaw’s father, looked at Bisonpaw carefully, before shaking his head. As if he was surprised it wasn’t Stagpaw.

“You ought to know better, Bisonpaw.”

Bisonpaw did not respond.

Instead, the Windclan cat stepped forward. Her ears were flattened, eyes irritated. “Can you please find your leader for me? We’ve been waiting long enough for you!”

Confusion flickered in the blue eyes of Blackwhisker, but it faded into an evenly cold expression very quickly. “Badgerstar is not at camp.” He said brusquely.

“Then bring Slatefox!” The Windclan cat’s tail lashed.

“Slatefox has not returned yet, either.” Blackwhisker responded, eyes narrowed. “You can tell me instead.”

Stagpaw nervously shifted from paw-to-paw. Blackwhisker was the next best cat to talk to, sure. He was almost as respected as Badgerstar himself, or Oakscratch.

The Windclan cat did not seem pleased. “Can’t you… Find them? It’s important, and Pythonstar ordered me to speak to Badgerstar, not you.” She snapped stubbornly.

“They aren’t at camp.” Blackwhisker responded, voice carrying an edge. “You can wait, or you can leave, if speaking to me is not enough.”

“Pythonstar will not be-”

“What is the meaning of this?” A new voice joined in, loud and clear. Thank Starclan! Stagpaw thought, turning his head around to meet Badgerstar, with Slatefox trailing behind him. Slatefox carried a mouse by its tail. They must have been seeing Jewel. Stagpaw reflected. There was no way they had spent all that time hunting, only to come back with one meager little mouse.

Blackwhisker, Bisonpaw, and the Windclan cat all spun, eyes widening in both relief and surprise.

Blackwhisker dipped his head respectfully, while the Windclan cat squared her shoulders.

“You have to send a battle patrol- Now!” She said, raising her nose.

Badgerstar did not move his head, though his gaze flickered to Blackwhisker’s before he responded, clearly confused. “Pythonstar told us there would be no battle for two sunrises.” He responded evenly, looking down at the Windclan cat.

“…Well, he decided that it should happen now.” The Windclan cat seemed to be groping for the words to answer him. She’d lost some of her confidence, it seemed. Now she just looked unsure, though she met Badgerstar’s gaze with a challenge.

A brief flash of anger passed through Badgerstar’s expression, though he did so with his face turned to the side, where really only Stagpaw could see. When he looked back at the Windclan cat, he tilted his head. “What is your name?”

“Hawkears.” She responded, eyes narrowing. “I don’t see how that’s…”

“Well, Hawkears. I advise you to run back to Windclan. Tell Pythonstar Thunderclan would appreciate… Some sort of warning, perhaps a day in advance?” He said, voice beginning to get a little annoyed.

Hawkears, whom Stagpaw reflected, was named rather appropriately, for her ears were black and feathery, nodded, beginning to walk away, before pausing and looking back at the Thunderclan cats. “Are you sending a patrol?” She asked apprehensively, raising a paw midstep.

“I will lead it myself.” Badgerstar waved his bushy tail dismissively.

At that, Hawkears seemed satisfied with his answer.

“Blackwhisker, escort her to the border.” Badgerstar said, beginning to climb down the rocks leading to their camp.

Blackwhisker paused, as though about to interject, before lowering his head and following after Hawkears. The two very quickly disappeared amongst the foliage, though Stagpaw could swear he could still see the white parts of Hawkears’ fur.

Badgerstar did not look too concerned, but Stagpaw noticed the exasperation within every step that he made. Slatefox watched him go down, and nodded for Bisonpaw to follow him. Meanwhile, the deputy looked toward Stagpaw.

When the two cats were in the camp, with Badgerstar ambling toward the Mossystone, Slatefox spoke. “What happened?” He asked, gray tabby tail twitching. He had dropped his mouse at his paws.

Stagpaw glanced down at the camp over the hollow. He did not know how to respond, for his paws itched to know what had happened with Slatefox and Badgerstar instead, and all of Windclan. Bisonpaw seemed so unsure of it. That made him unsure. Why was the battle happening today? The unanswered questions floated around his mind, and he

“What’s happening with Windclan?” He blurted out.

Meanwhile, beneath them; “May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Mossystone for a clan meeting!”

Slatefox’s ear flicked, and he sank his haunches down against the earth. “…We will get through it.” He said quietly, looking down into the clan’s camp. Stagpaw’s ear flicked. How much of an answer was that, really? All it did was twist an uneasy knot in his belly.

What had really happened in the meeting?

“Where’d you go? With Dad?” Stagpaw didn’t like the look in Slatefox’s eye, and was desperate to hear an answer that would settle his feelings. They could talk about something nice. He crept close to his father, sitting beside him and looking right at him.

But Slatefox did not respond, his brow still furrowed. Instead, he wrapped his tail around Stagpaw, and Stagpaw leaned against him. Badgerstar had seemed so confident. But Slatefox was acting strangely. He did not like the way it made him feel. Slatefox seemed like he didn’t know what would happen, and he always knew what to do.

The two did not speak again, listening in silence as Badgerstar led the rest of the clan up and out. When they passed by Slatefox and Stagpaw, they followed their clan, keeping in the back.

Slatefox’s mouse lay discarded and forgotten behind them, with the first of the night-time shadows cast upon the little mammal that lay unmoving, with its tiny paws in the air. The droplets that began to pour down from the sky only drenched its fur, but the battle patrol was too far to care about any old mouse by now.

[scourge-sympathiser]

been thinkin a lot abt my Original murdering medicine cat OC

[lostkitsclangen]

TW for blood / injuries

I was so scared Spiderstar would die before I could finish this 😭 when that flood came through I had a heart attack.

Characters from left to right are Badgerstar, Hazelstar, Spiderstar, Pinesong, and Kestralcry from @nettleclanstale! I wanted to draw parallels between the deputies and leaders of Nettleclan, and found it amusing that both previous deputies went to Starclan, but the leaders did not.

facts and w/o text version under the cut

Fun facts, the red on the four behind Spiderstar correlates to how they died. Badgerstar was pushed into the thunder path by Hazelstar, so I imagined tire track-ish looking injuries?? Hazelstar was killed by Bumbletumble and lost all her lives, so I imagined a deep wound. Pinesong ate death berries and the red down her face is the same from Moon 74. Kestralcry was attacked by Hazelstar, so in my mind it was a claw wound. I also tried my best to match up the height of each cat, but I couldn't find Hazel next to Badger or Kestral next to either of them, so those two might be a bit off. However Hazel was shown to be considerably larger than Pine, and Pine was larger than Spider during his lives ceremony. And also 9 stars for Spider's nine lives, y'know? (also Hazel's eyes are scribbled because at the time they didn't know where she went and still kinda don't)

[cheerclaw]

Meet the OCs: Bean (she/he/they) - @the-owl-tree

Bean is a former member of the Sisters that broke off after their battle with the Clans to become their new mediator. Settling into a den outside of the territory after his request to join all the Clans was denied, Bean begins to explore their own identity outside of the expectations of the Sisters and learn more about her own abilities. Under the tutelage of Tree and the many other cats they've befriended, Bean must learn how to navigate Clan politics as well handle the numerous ghosts that linger on the territory.

Talon (he/him) - @sm0lcatfish (art by @/skyyclan)

Okay, so this is my little goober named Talon, previously Birdkit > Birdpaw > Birdkit, and he is/was (it’s complicated) my PC in a wc-based DND! He was previously an apprentice of Shadow Branch, but he was trained by a Dark Forest warrior named Creek Splash who encouraged his desire to impress his mentor, Croweye. This led him to do some.. not good things (such as tear out a fellow apprentice’s eye at a once peaceful apprentice-only gathering, leading to him getting renamed Birdkit as punishment) and during a talk with his mentor and leader, Badgerstar, he instead opted to challenge him to a fight! Birdkit didn’t quite win, but when Badgerstar was down he fled as warriors led by Croweye chased him down until he fell unconscious and later granted a swift death by his mentor. Upon arriving in The Dark Forest he renamed himself Talon and swore revenge, but he never really got it in the way he planned.. as the world began to shift around him, and he woke up with gross black scabs across his death wound. Even stranger when he witnessed a younger him eager to impress his mentor, Croweye.

[Back to the grade]

[those-we-forgot]

MOON 00; LEAFBARE

Burnjumble paced the camp with a beady, narrowed eye. She was focused, troubled, and in many ways her demeanor reflected the emotions that ran throughout the entire clan. She knew that each of her clanmates was feeling just as uneasy - just as fidgety. She knew because their hearts beat as one. What other feeling could anyone have when an apprentice and their mentor goes missing in the middle of the night?

Burnjumble replayed the previous day as many times as she could muster. Looking for signs of trouble, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that Fallenflick and Pinepaw must have left camp. No matter how many times she agonized over it, she couldn't place it.

Left instead to wallow, Burnjumble made the decision that any good deputy would and arranged for a search party to go out to find the missing cats. Everyone was eager to volunteer, but in the end she chose Fuzzdapple and Clayrip for the job. Clayrip was always a responsible warrior, and Fuzzdapple was known for her keen eye.

She wanted to arrange for more - maybe even the whole clan were it fully up to her. But Badgerstar could feel the growing panic in the underbelly of the clan and felt it necessary to avoid that panic from spreading. Keep it as casual as one can when issuing a search.

Burnjumble gathered her warriors and made her way out into the rest of the territory. Somehow, Pipitclan felt so vast and unknown despite it being her home for as long as she had lived. Something felt wrong, deep in the pit of her belly.

Burnjumble paced the camp with a beady, narrowed eye. She was focused, troubled, and in many ways her demeanor reflected the emotions that ran throughout the entire clan. She knew that each of her clanmates was feeling just as uneasy - just as fidgety. She knew because their hearts beat as one. What other feeling could anyone have when an apprentice and their mentor goes missing in the middle of the night?

Burnjumble replayed the previous day as many times as she could muster. Looking for signs of trouble, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that Fallenflick and Pinepaw must have left camp. No matter how many times she agonized over it, she couldn't place it.

Left instead to wallow, Burnjumble made the decision that any good deputy would and arranged for a search party to go out to find the missing cats. Everyone was eager to volunteer, but in the end she chose Fuzzdapple and Clayrip for the job. Clayrip was always a responsible warrior, and Fuzzdapple was known for her keen eye.

She wanted to arrange for more - maybe even the whole clan were it fully up to her. But Badgerstar could feel the growing panic in the underbelly of the clan and felt it necessary to avoid that panic from spreading. Keep it as casual as one can when issuing a search.

Burnjumble gathered her warriors and made her way out into the rest of the territory. Somehow, Pipitclan felt so vast and unknown despite it being her home for as long as she had lived. Something felt wrong, deep in the pit of her belly.

"Prints." Fuzzdapple's voice was low and clipped. Simple, to the point. His observation brought the rest of the patrol to their side.

"Should we follow?" Clayrip asked, glancing towards the deputy with an uneasy expression. "There's only one set, but..."

Clayrip didn't have to finish the sentiment. Burnjumble could see the obvious concern, laid out plain in front of her. One set of paw prints in the dirt, barely visible... and with it, a long indent in the soil as if something had dragged alongside it.

She silently prayed to Starclan that it was just a very large piece of prey.

Burnjumble didn't answer verbally, but rather began to make her way down the pathway that the pawprints were leading. With each step, she could feel the pit in her stomach digging deeper and deeper.

Soon, she reached the end of the prints. And with it, she found not one - but both of the missing cats.

Just not in the way that she wanted.

Stinking of death, the still corpse of Fallenflick lay as a heap on the ground. Sticky, dried brownish red blood stained and clumped his long cold fur together. He had been slashed clean across the throat and bled messily all the way down his stomach. His white fur almost blended in with the snow were it not for the red contrasting against him.

And lying in front of the lump of fur that once was Fallenflick was Pinepaw, unblinking and wide-eyed, with blood staining his paws. His claws were still out, drenched in the drained life of his own mentor.

Burnjumble felt like fainting. Pinepaw had killed his own mentor. A thousand questions ran through her head all at once.

How did the young apprentice fell a fully grown warrior? Why had he done it? Why was he still here? What were they going to do now?

... What were they going to do now?

The question of what to do was answered by Badgerstar soon thereafter. The process of figuring things out had gone... confusingly. Pinepaw admitted to her wrongdoing. He confessed to the murder without hesitation. He had been completely devoid of emotion, negative or positive.

When asked why, he just whispered; "I don't know."

And so, like with any murder, Badgerstar exiled the young apprentice from the clan.

Not even three sunrises later, Pinepaw was found dead on the edge of the border to Hickoryclan.

[blizzardstarx]

A quick drawing of another SunClan leader from around Honeystar’s time in StormStoneSun AU, Houndstar (different from StormClan’s Houndstrike/star)

He was Badgerstar’s mentor lmao sooo his beliefs got passed down all the way to Lynxstar

ignore the stuff i said about badgerstar killing the previous leader, im a dumbass

Houndstar was bullied as an apprentice by the other apprentices, and one say, he was dared to climb a tree by the other apprentices. However, he had an accident and fell, dislocating his jaw, which led to even further bullying, This made him to resent his clanmates and clan for not doing anything.

He became a warrior, and was named Houndjaw. Houndjaw was given Badgerpaw as his apprentice and shared his experiences and bitterness against his clanmates to him. Moons after Badgerpaw became a warrior, Houndjaw attacked the leader at the time, (this actually happened in a roleplay, but i forgot if it was houndjaw or not) Heatherstar, making her lose one of her lives, but getting caught. He was exiled and became a rogue.

When he was a rogue, he plotted to overthrow and kill Heatherstar. During this time, he also drowned a SunClan cat whom he had known from his apprentice days.

Houndjaw got the ‘help’ of twoleg dogs, and led them to the SunClan camp using a trail of fresh-kill, where they massacred half the cats before Houndjaw led away the dogs.

Both the deputy and leader were dead, and Houndjaw told the clan and medicine cat that he had saved them, and that it was a sign from StarClan. They still weren’t convinced, so he pointed out that one of the dead dogs’ jaws were dislocated (it was done by Badgerstripe, faking the sign), just like his, convincing his clanmates. He became leader, and later died at the hands of the same dogs that had helped him take over.

(also i changed badgerstars thing to how he was exiled when he was leader after getting caught trying to kill one of his clanmates, and that lynxstar didnt get all of his lives from starclan (this is why honeyleaf only had to kill him once))

Houndstar was the beginning of a line of shitty SunClan leaders, and Honeystar was the end of that line, giving SunClan hope.

btw heres an old drawing and design of Houndjaw (damn theres some parts that are transparent)

[fandomclans]

This is a blog dedicated to fandoms as Warrior Cats clans!

PaperClan

EducationClan

PoppyClan

CircusClan

Videos and designs are created by me.

The characters are in the videos, but I'll recite them here.

PaperClan

Leader

GraceStar Apprentice; NightPaw

Deputy

CirclePine

Medicine Cat(s)

SongWhisper Apprentice; SnowPaw

RavenClaw

Warriors

GlacierDrift Apprentice; WhitePaw

PaintedFur Apprentice; ChipperPaw

DeerClaw Apprentice; WolfPaw

NeedleFeather (He's not in the video bc I didn't know about Mister Compass at the time)

BubbleTail Apprentice; CowPaw

AppleStem

FeatherHeart Apprentice; SockPaw

PetuniaPounce

OakTail

TuftedEar

RubyShine

SkullFang

∆dderStrike

HedgehogQuill

OliveShadow

CloverSong Apprentice; MoonPaw

TumbleWeed

ThistleFoot

Apprentices

CottonPatch

WhitePaw

NightPaw

ChipperPaw

MoonPaw

SparkleFace Kits; FeatherKit, TwilightKit

WolfPaw

SockPaw

CowPaw

SnowPaw

Nursery

OrangeKit

ShortBloom Kits; PigeonKit, RavenKit, SizzleKit, CloudKit, EagleKit

ZipStrike Kit; SeaKit

EducationClan

Leader

BadgerStar Apprentice; ThymePaw

Deputy

RatTail Apprentice; BullPaw

Medicine Cat

SwiftStep Apprentice; WoolPaw

Warriors

B1rchHeart

BatSong

GnatStrike

CloudBreeze

DustTail

GingerTuft

GoldenCurl Apprentice; FuchsiaPaw

HiddenFace

RippleFire Apprentice; ChalkPaw

Apprentices

ThymePaw

BullPaw

WoolPaw

ChalkPaw

FuchsiaPaw

PoppyClan

Leader

PoppyStar Apprentices; DogPaw, RatPaw

Deputy

BlueWhisker Apprentices; BubblePaw, SheepPaw

Medicine Cat

CaterpillarStripe Apprentice; CraftPaw

Warriors

PranceLight Apprentices; HopPaw, SmokePaw

BeeStripe Apprentices; ChickenPaw, LizardPaw, RabidPaw

RiverSpots Apprentices; BearPaw, GatorPaw

YellowThroat Apprentices; MoonPaw, PigPaw

GoldenFoot Apprentice; SharkPaw

RabbitNose

StarDust

AppleLight Apprentice; RavenPaw

Apprentices

MoonPaw

DogPaw

ChickenPaw

BubblePaw

BearPaw

HopPaw

CraftPaw

PigPaw

SheepPaw

LizardPaw

RabidPaw

GatorPaw

SmokePaw

RavenPaw

RatPaw

SharkPaw

Nursery

RoseWeb Kit; SpiderKit

BlossomHeart Kits; FlameKit, LakeKit, MossKit, SunnyKit

CursedClan

Leader

ListenerStar

Deputy

FernLeaf Apprenrice; DawnPaw

Medicine Cat

ColorFlower

Warriors

CrossSmoke Apprentice; EddyPaw

BunnyHop Apprentice; DuckPaw

∆shFrost Apprentice; PuppyPaw

BlueEye Apprentice; BeePaw

MoonHeart Apprentice; SoftPaw

DappleFur

TigerClaw

CrowWisp

Apprentices

DuckPaw

SoftPaw

BeePaw

DawnPaw

PuppyPaw

EddyPaw

CircusClan

Leader

FangStar Apprentice; ClearPaw

Deputy

PetalSpots

Medicine Cat

MaskFace

Warriors

BluePatch

ColorFur

RabbitFoot

WhiteHeart

RandomPelt

SillyBounce

DoeWhisper

LizardClaw

MapleSplash

JuniperFrost

BlissShine Apprentice; GhostPaw

PaleFace

BirchBark

PuddleFur

RiverDawn

PepperNose

BlossomHeart

Apprentices

ClearPaw

GhostPaw

Nursery

RedFang Kits; MintKit, BlazeKit, DandelionKit, PlumKit, WaterKit

If you want your OC added, you can give me a ref sheet and the desired name through messaging, though there's no guarantee it'll be part of a Clan due to the generator. They may be a rogue, a kittypet, an allie, or even an enemy. It's all up to the generator.

SeaKit (SeaWeed) belongs to @demonicdrone

All CursedClan designs are on @demonicdrone 's blog with the exception of EddyPaw and PuppyPaw

[retropupperoni]

Hm maybe I should start drawing smaller.... Nah

Anyways, introducing some of my Warrior cats ocs + some lore since I can yap here as much as I want

(yapping starts after the cut)

(Names in order of appearance)

Badgerstar- Leader (obv), former Kittypet. His brother is basically the protag of whatever storyline they've got going on

Pumpkinspring- Deputy, former rogue and Badgerstar's mate :]

Doespirit- Medicine cat, clan born who was also born without one of her hind legs (she wasn't forced to become a medicine cat she chose to be one, just wanted to make that clear)

Zebratooth- Medicine cat, former rogue (their clan is very accepting of outsiders unlike the canon 4 clans as you can see)

Dewpaw- Medicine cat apprentice, and Badgerstar & Pumpkinspring's daughter. Totally not a nepo baby (she's actually not but the clan thinks she is)

All of these ocs (save for Dewpaw), and the ones I'll (hopefully) be showing off one day too were all originally made in Wcue on Roblox, I've had Badgerstar & Doespirit for years at this point. I definitely hold these cats very near and dear to my heart no matter how convoluted their lore is haha (I'll be refining it anyway), so I'm happy to finally get these critters out of my brain and on some sort of media I can share :)

As for their lore/storyline I have for them? Basic family/personal drama for now

[plushieclan]

Moon 4 Gathering

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“Ish dish enough frefkill?” Nightflower muffled through two mice crammed into her mouth.

Darkstar chuckled. “Hey, you shouldn’t have your mouth full when speaking, Nightflower.”

She spits the mice out onto the ground. “Heh, sorry Dad.”

Still, he nodded affirmatively. “With Shimmersky’s fish and Gingerclaw’s bluejay, we should have enough food for the gathering.”

“Darkstar! Darkstar!” a large bundle of orange fur barreled towards the two cats, crashing into Nightflower.

She laughed. “What’s wrong, Tigerkit?”

The ball of fluff straightened himself out until he resembled a normal cat. “Applepaw’s being mean again. She snapped at Pebblekit!”

Darkstar sighed. “Acting out isn’t going to make me change my mind. I’ll have a talk with Blossomtail.”

“About what?” Nightflower asked.

“I decided to have Applepaw stay behind this Gathering. She’s been too irresponsible as of late.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” she probably also would have been sulking if she was left behind.

“You know, since I’m so helpful…” Tigerkit started.

“No Gatherings until you’re an apprentice.” Darkstar sighed.

—

The Gathering itself was just as bustling. The fresh kill was deposited atop the grates of the flaming barrel for the after-gathering feast. Nightflower still didn’t do well with fire, so she handed off her freshkill to Dawnpaw. She decided to meet up with Lynxpaw and Firepaw while Dawnpaw took care of the food.

Firepaw wasn’t hard to find. Her bright red fur was like a beacon, even among a sea of other ginger cats. She was sat with Lynxpaw, who looked very happy.

“What’s the occasion?” Nightflower asked as she padded over.

“My warrior ceremony!” Lynxpaw declared, the enthusiasm palpable in her voice. “I’m Lynxclaw now.”

Firepaw looked glum. “I wish. My mentor’s been ignoring my training… I’ll never be a warrior at this rate.”

Lynxclaw paused. “I’m sorry Firepaw. That sucks.”

“Ah… whatever. I think Smallcloud is just getting sick or something. I don’t know why he’s been ignoring me.”

“Oh… I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.” Nightflower said. Even Leopardcloud, stuck in the nursery, still made sure she kept up her training when she wasn’t able to be there.

A large silence fell over the Gathering. It was time to start; the first leader stepped to the front. This moon, it was Redstar.

“To start, Swampclan has been well. Our kits are well-fed, and will grow strong. Our apprentices, even more so.” Redstar stated simply, before stepping back.

“I heard that those kits born last moon were his.” Lynxclaw whispered to Nightflower. “Jaggedkit and Sharpkit, I think they’re named. Poor kits. Now they have to turn out evil with those names.”

Nightflower wasn’t so sure, but she wasn’t willing to be scolded for talking during the Gathering.

Next, Finchstar took the front.

“My son and his mate have had a litter of three healthy kits! We thank Starclan for them.” He showed an uncharacteristic amount of emotion, before frowning again. His tone was grave. “Unfortunately, one of our border patrols was ambushed by a coyote. One of our apprentices, Splinterpaw, did not make it. We ask other clans to increase their patrols and stay wary until the coyote has left our lands.”

Whispers carried over the crowd— uncertain, and somewhat panicked, before the Wanderers representative spoke up.

“It will not take long for the coyote to leave. The Twolegs will chase it out once they notice it. Remain alert, but calm, while on patrol.” the representative stepped back, allowing Badgerstar to step forward.

“We have two new warriors, as well as one new cleric apprentice.” he drawled, seemingly not caring. “Lynxclaw, Locustclaw, and Mitepaw.” He paused to allow the clans to cheer.

Nightflower made sure to cheer extra hard for her good friend, who seemed extremely flattered by all the attention. Firepaw, on the other hand, looked like her flames had been doused by a heavy rainfall.

After the noise had died down, he spoke again. “We grieve the loss of our beloved Seedwhisker, who succumbed to illness. May my son carry on his path of benevolence in Starclan, just as he did in life.” he bowed his head, ushering in a moment of silence.

Nightflower looked over at Starleaf. Her mother was close with Seedwhisker, right? He was one of the members of her prophecy journey. Her mother was huddled up with her Grangeclan friends, Dovelight and Pearlheart.

The silence was broken with a single exclamation.

“Seedwhisker!”

Now, every clan was looking at the three mollies. Pearlheart was staring at the faded outline of a tom, though Nightflower couldn’t pick out any of the details. He was glowing a bright blue, which certainly wasn’t a real pelt color. Was that… a Starclan cat?

“What’s she looking at?” Lynxclaw asked, confusion lacing her voice.

“You don’t see the glowing cat in front of her?” Nightflower said.

Firepaw shook her head. “She’s just staring at nothing.”

“Well, there’s a Starclan cat right in front of her!”

Nightflower quickly looked around. Badgerstar had his head in his paws, and Bonestripe looked shocked. Finchstar merely looked confused, and Redstar was simply annoyed.

Clouds began to crowd around the full moon, blotting out all but a small circle in the middle.

Darkstar took the front, interrupting the moment. “Starclan has spoken. The Gathering has ended for now.” he jumped down, gathering the clanmates.

Nightflower barely had a moment to say goodbye to her friends when she was pulled away with the rest of Crystalclan.

He padded over to Nightflower as they left the Gathering. “Your mother is staying behind.”

“What was that?” Nightflower asked her father.

“You could see it, couldn’t you? How well?” he dodged her question.

“But— well, yes. I could see the glowing blue cat. I couldn’t tell who it was though. Was he from Starclan?”

He nodded to her. “So not well. I see… yes, that glowing cat was a Starclan cat.”

“But why did that ghost appear?”

“To say goodbye.” Darkstar replied. “or maybe to give a warning. We won’t know until we ask your mother.”

“I guess that food will go to waste now…” she said absentmindedly.

“It won’t. Don’t worry about it.” he licked her forehead. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

As he walked away, Nightflower could only wonder what Starclan was thinking. Perhaps she’d ask her mother. Hopefully her mother was willing to share what she’d learned.

—

“Beware the jagged thorns of the lake, for they will sink into you like a lifeline.” Pearlheart repeated back to the other two.

“What could that mean?” Starleaf asked, worry in her eyes.

“I don’t know Leafy.” Pearlheart had a worried look on her face. “But he said the message was for you.”

Dovelight turned to Starleaf. “If you need extra warriors, Grangeclan will send them.”

Starleaf shook her head. “No. I will not put your clanmates in danger. We will handle this ourselves.”

Pearlheart pressed against Starleaf’s side, letting out a sad huff. “Be safe Leafy. Please.”

“I will, Pearlheart. I promise.” Starleaf spared one last look towards the spot where Seedwhisker supposedly stood, thoughts swirling with confusion and fear.

She turned and walked away.

[warriorsseverance]

WARRIOR CATS: SEVERANCE: CHAPTER 5

Badgerstar had left Stagpaw with a group of apprentices just a moment ago, before making his way toward the crowd of cats beneath the Overturned Log. There, the leaders, deputies and some other senior warriors were congregating, discussing something about preparing for Leaf-bare.

Oakscratch and Slatefox were already there, and Badgerstar slipped in between them, brushing his tail against Slatefox’s spine in greeting. 

Now, Oakscratch- That was a cat that Badgerstar felt bad for. He was the most senior warrior in the clan, and quite a respectable one at that. He was a stickler for the rules and didn't seem to have a connection with his clanmates, but he wasn't always like that. 

Badgerstar recalled when he was a new warrior, Oakscratch and his mate, Twigwhistle, had had their first litter of kits. Their names had been Dewkit and Volekit, and they'd been good, playful kits. When they became apprentices was when the entire clan’s biggest nightmare had happened. 

The two apprentices had wandered out during the night, determined to find herbs for the medicine cat as they were in the midst of a whitecough outbreak, and had ventured beyond clan borders. When a search party had finally been sent out, they found the two torn to shreds by a gang of rogues who'd been passing through. 

Oakscratch and Twigwhistle had been devastated, of course. Oakscratch changed, after that day, and his hatred for rogue cats seemed to stem from there. Then poor Twigwhistle had passed away when she had given birth to Bisonpaw.

Badgerstar would've made him his deputy, but he felt that Oakscratch's ideals were against his own. It had been his dream to lead alongside Slatefox, anyway. Regardless, Oakscratch was a fine warrior and Thunderclan was lucky to have him.

“I am sure that Riverclan will not suffer, with all their fish.” Morningstar's voice echoed into his thoughts.

Clamstar's pelt rippled at the remark, but the silver and white she-cat lifted her chin. “Naturally not, though fish isn't our only source of food. We hunt in the marshes when the water freezes- We are the most Resourceful of clans.”

Pinedale, the Shadowclan deputy, snorted. “At least your territory isn't riddled with snakes. It takes a lot of skill not to lose cats to them on the daily.”

Badgerstar let out an inward sigh. The arguments between Shadowclan and Riverclan were never something he missed. He could happily go without them. It was always over such foolish things, too. 

“Windclan ought to be here soon,” Badgerstar interrupted them with a rumbling meow. “It is nearly moon-high.” 

Morningstar wrinkled her nose with a little snort, before shaking out her fur. She clearly didn't appreciate being interrupted. “Well, they appear to be arriving as we speak.”

Badgerstar and the rest of the cats in the circle looked toward the west side of the valley. Sure enough, a group of cats descended down. Badgerstar narrowed his eyes, and straightened. 

Thunderclan and Windclan were at a time of peace. Badgerstar had made sure of that during his leadership. He didn't need any unnecessary conflict. 

Pythonstar slid through the crowd, muddy-brown Bengal fur easily distinguished him from the cats around him. He walked toward the other leaders, his deputy, Valleyview, close behind.

Slatefox seemed to notice Badgerstar’s stiffened posture, and leaned toward him. “You alright?”

Badgerstar looked at him, swiping his tongue along his chin. “Of course. We're at peace, after all.” 

Peace.

Pythonstar finally made it, and his mottled tail bobbed in the air as he dipped his head.

“Greetings, friends.” Pythonstar purred, green gaze passing along the cats in the circle. “I apologize for my clans tardiness, I sincerely do. Nonetheless, shall we get started?”

Morningstar was quick to nod her head, and leapt onto the Overturned Log. Pythonstar and Prancingstar followed, with Clamstar behind him.

Badgerstar gave Slatefox a final look before lifting his head and springing onto it.

“. . . The gathering must commence!”

Badgerstar lifted his gaze up to the stars for a moment, admiring the moon while collecting his thoughts as Morningstar conducted the gathering. There were few cats that irritated him more than she did, thinking she was the most important cat in all the clans.

“I'll begin, though I don't have very much to say. Shadowclan is doing well- We scented some fox, though we chased it away.” She finished primly, nodding for the next leader to step up.

Just as Clamstar was about to speak, Prancingstar chuffed with irritation. “Yes, chased it into Skyclan territory! Our warriors had to chase it deeper into the mountains. We are strong enough to handle that, but we have a new litter of kits- Foxes are never a welcome sight in Skyclan!”

Morningstar tipped her head back, curling her bushy tail over her paws. “Seems you got it all sorted out, then. I don't understand what the commotion is for.”

Badgerstar impatiently shifted his weight from paw to paw. When Prancingstar opened his mouth to retort something, Badgerstar quickly interjected before an argument could ensue. “It seems there is little more to discuss with Skyclan and Shadowclan. I am pleased to hear that the fox was dealt with.” He rumbled, stepping up to the edge of the log.

He continued. “Thunderclan is preparing for the encroaching Leaf-bare. While we have upped our hunting patrols, Slatefox and I have made sure to keep our borders protected in the process. I advise the other clans to do the same. Leaf-bare brings out the worst of the rogues, and we must all be prepared.” Thunderclan was working hard to keep its fresh-kill pile high… But it was evident that their efforts were in vain. Every day, he felt that the clan was getting hungrier. 

Badgerstar knew it was a little hypocritical to warn against rogues when his own personal stance toward them was friendly- But it certainly helped to keep his reputation the way it always was. He knew outsiders were simply cats out to survive, just like the rest of them. They knew not to bother the clans. Like Jewel, for example. She always told him if she spotted new cats lingering around his borders, anyway. 

Morningstar would not meet his gaze, while Clamstar and Prancingstar appeared uninterested. Pythonstar nodded, his eyes watchful. “Certainly.” He purred. “Leaf-bare is a season of… Unity, between the clans.” Badgerstar narrowed his own eyes, feeling the pelt along his spine ripple as though wind blew along it.

Never between us.

He shook out his pelt, and forced a smile. “Of course.” Pythonstar dipped his head, and Badgerstar stepped back to allow the marbled tom to step forward.

“I hate to repeat the things that have already been said, but Windclan is flourishing. We have noticed there to be many more rabbits than usual. We are strong, and we found that we have done this without waiting for any starry warriors to guide our paws. Windclan cats choose their own destiny- And we choose to be strong.”

Clamstar let out a growl at the mention of Starclan, a flash of outrage crossing her eyes as though she couldn't fathom he had the nerve to speak of their ancestors like that. She quickly spoke, with a glare toward Pythonstar. Badgerstar held back a purr of amusement at the hatred she seemed to hold toward Pythonstar.

“ Riverclan is doing fantastic. Our lake is blessed by our ancestors, filled with enough fish for every cat to go around twice. Our ancestors will not allow Riverclan to go hungry, as we make sure to uphold our beliefs for them. We advise that every clan is sure to honor Starclan in any way, before you all face the anger they hold for ungrateful cats.” The last of her words were followed by a growl toward Pythonstar. 

Badgerstar swiped his tongue along his teeth. He didn't believe that Windclan was full of rabbits galore, but Riverclan- That, he could believe. Thunderclan would do alright, though. Their prey would come out soon. Perhaps it was time to expand their borders. We could try to take Eastern Point back again . No- Despite himself, Badgerstar had built up a mutual respect with the other clans. He couldn't afford to have a century-long blood feud resurface. 

Skyclan, maybe. That would still bring some trouble he didn't want to face, but it was a possibility. He could expand toward unclaimed territory, but he wasn't sure if there was any prey that would make it worth the trek up the ridge. It was a frustrating situation all around.

“Well, that seems to wrap up our announcements.” Prancingstar cut into his thoughts in his curt voice. “When the moon reaches the top of the peak, the gathering will be at an end.” 

Badgerstar nodded, and leapt off of the branch with a mighty leap, followed by Clamstar. 

“Can you believe the nerve of that Shadowclan leader, chasing a fox into Skyclan? What if it had made it's way to Thunderclan? I can't fight off a fox- But I'm sure you can, Badgerstar!” A familiar voice sounded from behind him, and Badgerstar spun around to see Harepoppy.

“Quiet.” He hissed, glancing around. “Save these comments for after the gathering.” 

Harepoppy’s eyes widened, and she nodded. “Yes, yes- Of course. Oh, just all this gossip I've heard during the gathering- I could tell you a few things, perhaps it’d be useful to you!” 

Badgerstar pursed his lip, shrugging haplessly. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted Slatefox staring at him expectantly. One moment. Just have to deal with her.  

“Perhaps. Though we need information a little more… Fruitful than elderly gossip.” He began, flicking an ear.

Harepoppy frowned with a little nod. “Well… It would certainly be nice to speak to you, in general. Remember when we were both apprentices, and I would always come help you in the elders den, whenever you'd get into trouble? And look at you now!”

Badgerstar dipped his head, the memory stirring a vague recollection in his mind. He definitely remembered trying to get his punishments over with, and having Harepoppy get in his way. “I remember,” He said, tone vague and somewhat detached. 

Harepoppy opened her mouth, and Badgerstar smiled, “I need to go speak to Slatefox, thank you for the conversation.” He brushed his tail mindlessly along her shoulders on his way toward his deputy, the amicable expression on his face falling into an uninterested look as soon as he was out of Harepoppy’s view. She was his… Friend, though that seemed like a strong word. He didn’t talk to her any more than he did to the rest of his clanmates.

Cats who noticed him pass by either leaned away to give him room to pass, or nodded a greeting. He was a clan leader, and cats knew who he was. Badgerstar, wise and fair. He would do anything to keep that title, for he truly did want the best for his clan. Slatefox raised his head when he saw him approach, tapping his tail on the ground.

“There you are.” 

Badgerstar swiped his tongue along his teeth with a nod. “Here,” he echoed, “I am.” 

Slatefox was a good deputy, and the best friend Badgerstar had ever had. They got into plenty of spats, but that seemed to only solidify their friendship. They were both reasonable and calm, traits which Badgerstar assumed got in the way when they differed opinions.

Slatefox leaned in, yellow eyes watchful. Badgerstar flicked his tail- his friend was watching him, for some reason. Slatefox was always cautious, and too focused on the way other cats thought at times. “Just remember,” Slatefox began, his gaze unwavering. “Don’t do anything rash. All the clans are as well off as we are-”

Badgerstar started, “I’m not-”

Slatefox cut him off swiftly, speaking over him. “There is no reason to stir trouble when Thunderclan is getting by. I am sending out a few patrols right now, so the forest remains full of prey when we really need it. They’re bluffing, apart from Riverclan, of course. They’re the only cats without the sanity they need to stop them from setting paw near the water,” He snorted briefly, before continuing, “But I saw the looks of them all, when they thought nobody was looking. We are all surviving- and we have no need to disrupt the peace. 

With a roll of his eyes and a sigh, Badgerstar muttered, “I suppose you’re right, as per usual. Don’t let your head get too large, you’ll float away at that rate, big guy. I’d like to just say that I wasn’t scheming anything-” “Yes, and hedgehogs fly! I know you as well as you know yourself, you forget that.” Slatefox shook out his pelt with an amused huff. 

Badgerstar gave his tail an irritated lash. “I’m just doing my best for Thunderclan. It won’t hurt to have a little extra prey in our bellies. The better fed we are, the better we can protect our borders from the other clans.” 

Slatefox sighed and nudged his friend. “The other clans aren’t an issue. We are all at peace- When will you see that?” He didn’t give Badgerstar any time to respond, as he got to his paws and continued, “Why don’t we go see how Stagpaw’s doing? This is his first gathering, after all. We ought to bring Thunderclan home soon, if we’d like to return before sunrise.”

Badgerstar let out a long breath from his nose, lingering on Slatefox’s initial words. Yes, they were at peace- But for how long? He didn’t find it a problem to be careful. Thunderclan needed someone to see that. He blinked and nodded, however, with his typical grin plastered on his face, though it leapt off of his face as quick as a mouse when Slatefox began walking.

He wondered if any of the apprentices from other clans would be foolish enough to spill a secret of the other clan’s. He’d have to ask Stagpaw sometime. As they neared the ragged circle of apprentices, who all were watching a red-brown Shadowclan apprentice demonstrate a stalk, Badgerstar couldn’t help but remember watching those very same moves, back with Skunkpaw. His gaze clouded, and darkened when the Windclan scent of a Bengal apprentice wafted toward him.

Badgerstar’s tail flicked, twitched, then settled. His face fell into an expression of placidity, following Slatefox over to where the familiar honey-brown tabby pelt of Stagpaw could be seen.

His son’s shoulders were broadening, and it struck him- He wasn’t a tiny kitten anymore. He was young, but he was quickly outgrowing his denmates, even if he didn’t realize it. Badgerstar remembered when Stagpaw had been nothing more than a bedraggled little bundle of fur, having just been rescued from the fox. Those days were long, long over. Many more days were to come, though.

A genuine smile of fondness fell upon his features, and he rested his head on Stagpaw’s shoulder from behind him for a brief moment.

Stagpaw whipped around, surprised, though obviously calming when he recognized the smells. He was sitting in the back of the group, not really one of them. He had sat beside the Windclan apprentice, for whatever reason.

“It’s time to leave. Thunderclan has a long trek to make.” Slatefox chirped, nodding to the Windclan apprentice as he slid up between her and Stagpaw. 

“Bye, Stagpaw! Remember what I said about hunting rabbits- Everyone but Windclan is too big and dumb to get near them!” Descending into giggles, she loped away, as graceful as a deer. Badgerstar scoffed. So much nerve, and at such a young age.

“Found a friend, then.” Slatefox sounded satisfied. “A’yup.” Stagpaw said, shifting his paws shyly. “Her name’s Snakepaw.”

Badgerstar didn’t recognize the name, absently tapping his tail on the ground. 

“Don’t believe any of that nonsense about not being able to catch rabbits. They’re the dumbest prey alive- A kitten could catch them.” Badgerstar snorted. 

“I know, I’ve caught one.” Stagpaw said, blinking at his father with his wide blue-green eyes. Badgerstar looked toward him, and his own brown gaze softened. “To many more, then.”

Slatefox beamed at the sight, a purr rumbling in his throat. “ Many . I’m sure they all cower in fear at the sight of the apprentice with the biggest shoulders in any clan.” 

Stagpaw laughed, covering his muzzle with a pale paw. “They ain’t that big!” 

Slatefox opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by a cranky voice. 

“Starclan above- May we get a move on, within the next moon? I would like to be home before the next gathering begins.” Snowfleck, the medicine cat, was speaking. Her tail lashed irritably. 

Badgerstar spoke smoothly, resting his tail on the old she-cat’s shoulder. “Yes, Snowfleck. I was just about to say the same thing.” Dipping his head, he slid through the crowd toward the way they had entered, Slatefox and Stagpaw on his heels. 

“Thunderclan! Gather by me- We are leaving shortly!”

He watched as his clanmates padded toward him, some in groups and some on their own. Skyclan was leaving as well- He watched as they descended up the slope toward their territory. It was only a moment later that Pythonstar called for Windclan. 

Badgerstar led his clan out of the little valley, breathing in the crisp air. Slatefox padded up behind him. 

There is truly nothing better than the mountain air. Badgerstar mused to himself. That was one thing he missed in the forest, though he got plenty of it traversing up to visit Jewel. However, he reminded himself that with open air came all the threats with it. He greatly preferred feeling sheltered. No cat could stalk through the trees as well as a Thunderclan cat!

Pride warmed his pelt, from his tail tip to his ears. The other clans would get on his nerves all they wanted, but he'd always have Thunderclan to remind him of the clan he had. They would always support him. In their unity, they had strength.

As he sucked in another breath, the whiff of a new smell caught his nose. Not a new one- Windclan. Badgerstar’s energized thoughts darkened instantly, and a frown encapsulated his features as a voice matched the smell.

“Well, it seems Windclan is on Thunderclan’s paws today. Hope we aren’t stepping on any tails, of course.” Pythonstar strolled up behind Badgerstar. Badgerstar turned his head, ears flattening. Pythonstar was alone.

“Where’s the rest of your clan?” Badgerstar asked, eyes narrowed. His voice was calm, and collected. He had a reputation to uphold. 

Pythonstar grinned. “Quite aware, aren’t you? I would’ve thought living in a forest would’ve dulled your senses. They’re just behind your clan. Valleyview is leading them. She’s a capable cat, I’ll let you know. Besides, I have a little bit I need to discuss?”

Slatefox pushed forward, raising his chin with narrowed eyes. “What, that you couldn’t say during the gathering?”

Pythonstar frowned, waving his tail dismissively. “This is a conversation I’d like to have in private, Slatefox.”

Slatefox bristled, and Badgerstar’s tail lashed. However, he nodded to Slatefox. “It’ll only be a moment. Keep the clan going toward the camp- I’ll catch up.” Turning to Pythonstar, he growled, “Make it quick.”

The rest of Thunderclan passed them by, and he could see the pelts of Windclan diverging toward the moor between the dark tree trunks. Badgerstar’s muzzle twitched, awaiting Pythonstar speak. The muddy-brown tom was lazily drawing his tongue across a paw. 

“Hurry it up. I need to get back to my clan,” Badgerstar urged, tail lashing from left to right. 

Pythonstar sleazily snorted. “Don’t get your whiskers in a twist! I’m sure all of Thunderclan can walk a few pawsteps on their own.” Just as Badgerstar opened his jaws, Pythonstar continued. “I’ve got a proposition, I suppose.”

“Oh yeah?” Badgerstar tilted his head, eyes narrowed to slits. He wasn’t too sure what he thought of an idea spun from the jaws of a Windclan cat. Especially this one. Do you even know what you’ve done to me? The thought sent the beginnings of a growl into his throat, which he fought to keep down.

“Leaf-bare’s approaching. You know that as much, I’m sure.” Pythonstar picked dirt from between his claws, a look of disdain on his muzzle. He wasn’t paying much attention to Badgerstar, which irked him. “And I know that we have had our… Differences.” Badgerstar’s ears perked up. Was he going to admit it? Badgerstar’s tail twitched. “Between Thunderclan and Windclan, that is.” Pythonstar droned on.

“Get on with it,” Badgerstar growled, unable to disguise the wave of irritation that overcame him. Pythonstar had to know. There was no way! My brother did not die for you to act as though it is just a clan rivalry.

“Calm down,” Pythonstar snapped, tail lashing. He stamped his paw down against the earth, shaking his head and regaining his own composure. “I’d like to offer some sort of compromise, over Eastern Point. A partnership. ”

Badgerstar stood up, fighting to keep his own self-command in check. “Thunderclan has won Eastern Point.” He said. “You know that. I will not be sacrificing my own clan’s good for the likes of Windclan.” He lifted his chin, taking a step backward.

Pythonstar’s eyes glowed. “Of course, of course- That’s what I figured you might say. Thunderclan cats are very predictable, but that’s alright. Just makes you have to work a little… Harder, to fight well! I’m sure about hunting, too. Don’t the mice become a bit used to you, after some time? Big paws, big-bodies- It’s impressive, truly! Or perhaps Thunderclan just has silly mice.” He tilted his head, slinking in a circle around Badgerstar. Pythonstar had a way of saying the most infuriating things, yet managing to keep his tone innocent in such a manner that would make any cat look unreasonable for swiping their claws across his nose.

That didn’t stop Badgerstar’s claws from sliding out. It took every instinct in him not to lunge at Pythonstar, and drag that look off of his face. “Pythonstar,” He breathed out, furrowing his brow. “Do not test me. You are playing a foolish game.”

“Relax! I’m only teasing.” Pythonstar slid his side against Badgerstar’s, causing the big black-and-white tom to shudder. He’d have to clean his pelt a hundred times to wipe off the stink of Windclan from his pelt. Badgerstar’s fur itched. He hated being dirty, and he hated the Windclan cat being anywhere near him. Pythonstar went on, his eyes shining innocently. “We could share Eastern Point, that’s all I’m saying! It’s all-”

Badgerstar cut him off. “No.”  

Pythonstar snorted. “Just listen to me, Badgerstar. I know Thunderclan isn’t as prey-rich as you like to say. Maybe Windclan isn’t either. It never hurts to be prepared, that’s all I’m saying. We both hunt in Eastern Point- But again, keep your whiskers straight- You keep the claims! Keep the borders! Maybe we can end this all. All the fighting. It’s gone on too long, wouldn’t you say?” The muddy tom leaned forward, eyes glowing. “I know you have a son. What’s his name? Stagpaw, right? I have a daughter. Don’t you want them to grow up safe? I know I would! ”

Badgerstar’s muzzle was uncomfortably close to Pythonstar’s. The fur along his spine prickled with discomfort. What do you know about Stagpaw? He stayed quiet, watching from half-lidded brown eyes. 

“Don't let the past repeat itself, now.” Pythonstar stepped back, tail curled over his tilted head. He watched Badgerstar with a careful expression on his face. Badgerstar's insides bubbled with an amalgamation of anger and fear. He hated how much power this tom seemed to have over him. 

With a long exhale, Badgerstar drew himself forward. There was reason in Pythonstar's words, even if he would've preferred to claw his ears off. Pulling back his lips, he nodded curtly. “But the minute I smell Windclan cats past Eastern Point, there will be bloodshed.” Badgerstar promised, his brown eyes dark. “Keep Stagpaw out of this.” He warned, raising himself up. 

Pythonstar's green eyes shone. “I always knew the other leaders were right to call you the most reasonable. This will be a long partnership. An end to an era. May Windclan and Thunderclan rise to the occasion!” He trilled, but Badgerstar had already begun to walk away.

Slatefox would certainly have a sharp word for him after this. Badgerstar felt regret gnaw at his insides, though he shoved it away. He needed time to think… Thunderclan would do well without him for a moment. Badgerstar wanted to see a certain someone. She would know what to say.

Veering away from the path to Thunderclan’s camp, Badgerstar’s paws guided him toward the end of their territory. He hoped to find her nest, though she never slept in one place long.

He made quick work of the typically long journey, keeping a steady pace. The moon would begin to set in a few hours. He still had time. 

Most cats would've felt exhaustion drag at their bones by now, but the longer Badgerstar stayed up, he felt more energized, more motivated. His mind always began to spin elaborate thoughts, and there was no way to calm them once they began. He was like a twoleg machine, a beast unable to be stopped. 

Often he'd sit on the Mossystone and watch Thunderclan through the darkest hours, or pace around his little cave. Most of the time he thought about strategies to help the clan against Leaf-bare, and other times he thought about ways to actually persuade Jewel to join Thunderclan. Other times his mind crept to the farthest corners of his mind. Conflicting thoughts. 

A new one would join them today. His encounter with Pythonstar. A part of him felt as though he owed it to Skunkpaw to have given him a fight worth remembering for it. 

Revenge is a fool's game. Badgerstar repeated the mantra to himself, as he often did, climbing over the stones with well-practiced leaps. He was Badgerstar, the calm and fair leader of Thunderclan. Badgerpaw, the angry young tom, was gone. For better or worse.

***

“Oh, shut-up, you bee-brain!” Jewel snickered, covering her muzzle with a dainty white paw. 

Badgerstar leaned against her, his brown eyes glittering with amusement. “It’s only true!” He teased, sticking his muzzle out. “Someone as fragile as you- I’m just surprised that you haven’t fallen apart yet!”

“You won’t be calling me fragile when I claw your ears off!” Jewel swiped her sheathed paw across Badgerstar’s ears, hopping up and propping herself up on his shoulder. He let himself drop to the ground, and she fell after him. The two rolled in the grass, and Badgerstar felt a kittish leap in his heart. Only around Jewel, could he ever just have fun like this! So many duties came with his leadership. Sometimes he missed the days where his only responsibilities were to bring a mouse or two home. 

Breaking apart from their tussle, Badgerstar sat up and gazed at Jewel, who was rasping her tongue across her chest fur. He watched her from half-open brown eyes. He wished that every day could be like this, instead of just the times he could slip away from his clan. Great Starclan, half the time he wasn’t even supposed to be gone! Like now!

Jewel was, of course, oblivious to his thoughts. However, she lifted her head and hopped over to him, pressing the side of her head against his long neck-fur. “Hey, why don’t we go somewhere? If your clan isn’t keeping you too busy, of course.” She murmured, blue eyes glittering. “I want to talk to you!”

“I do too.” Badgerstar responded gruffly, tail twitching. “It’s late. My clan will be fine.”

He just hoped that Slatefox wouldn’t be too mad. 

Following Jewel, they padded close to the river. It was the river that, when followed, would lead you straight to the Echoing Falls and right into Thunderclan territory. “Where are we going?” Badgerstar asked, pawsteps light. The forest around them was peaceful, and the trees themselves were becoming scarcer and scarcer as the altitude increased. The stars could be seen between the gaps of foliage.

“Up the river, to the other falls.” She mrrowed, before descending into a bound. Badgerstar shook out his pelt, before leaping after her. He didn’t come here often- It was quite far from camp. He had time, though. And right now all he was centered on was spending time with Jewel. 

As the gentle droning of the waterfall filled his thoughts, he relished the air, as he had before. It was much crisper up here, though that was obvious- They were far higher into the mountains. Badgerstar wondered what it’d be like to climb all the way up. As the two cats slowed down, a log that connected two sides of the river could be seen. It stood right over the falls. 

Jewel nimbly leapt onto the log, oblivious to the drop below. It was a place she had sat many, many times before. She wasn’t afraid, and neither was Badgerstar. He followed her, albeit with a little more caution than Jewel had. He had bigger paws, so he figured it’d never hurt to be a little careful. However, the log had been there for countless moons before, and it wasn't going anywhere. 

Above the two, the stars and the moon illuminated their faces, causing a silvery sheen over the felines. Badgerstar gazed at Jewel as she sat down, admiring the way her fur seemed to absorb the moonlight.

She looked at him teasingly. “It's not just me who looks like a moonbeam!” Badgerstar glanced down at himself after she spoke. The white parts of his fur were Illuminated as well, and a purr rumbled from deep within him. 

“I doubt I'm even half as pretty as you are, Jewel. I'm a mean old forest cat- the moon doesn't make us look any nicer!” His whiskers twitched with amusement, and he sat down on the log. It was sturdy enough to where they both felt rather confident as to not falling. 

Jewel answered with a little tap of her tail, leaning against him. “It's a pretty night.” She yawned, shielding her mouth with a white paw.

Badgerstar felt a surge of hope, his earlier thoughts rushing back to him. “Don't you wish everyday could be like this?” He murmured, glancing over her. 

Disappointment filled him as uncertainty took over Jewel's face. He hated to see the doubt there. Come on! You know it's best for you.

“Join Thunderclan.” He urged, placing a paw on hers. 

Jewel drew it away, and anger flared in his belly as she glared stubbornly at him. 

“We could be together, Jewel! Every day! You could wake up beside me. I'm a leader- They'll have to accept you!” Badgerstar went on, tail lashing. The moon cast their shadows far below, and the small falls below them were the only sound apart from one another. 

Jewel met his gaze evenly, before sitting back down and wrenching it away, facing the water. “That's exactly the problem.”

“No, it-”

Jewel cut him off sharply, lashing her tail. “I know how Thunderclan is. I've been around the clan borders long enough. They're not like you, and you know that! I can only guess how they treat Stagpaw!”

“Stagpaw is fine! The clan treats him well!” Badgerstar interjected, defensiveness crawling into his voice. 

“From what he wants you to see, sure! I've spotted him on patrols with the other cats. He's always behind them. Following along like a dog! I don't want to be like that. I don't want cats to treat me like crow-food because of where I was born, or who I am. I'd have you, but don't I already? Besides, I already know a cat or two in Thunderclan who doesn't like me.”

Badgerstar's ears pinned back against his head. Hurt riddled him. How come Jewel wouldn't even try? And Stagpaw was doing fine! He was a good young cat, growing into a promising warrior! Jewel had no place to comment on Stagpaw's wellbeing. 

“You don't know a thing about how Thunderclan really is!” Badgerstar snapped. “ O r about Stagpaw. He's my son! He's fine, and I'd know if he wasn't!”

Jewel’s ears pinned back against her head, and she spat. “Some father you are, then! Come find me again when you're willing to speak with me like a grown cat! I wanted to talk to you, but I guess that'll have to wait.” Without another word, she twisted around and descended down the rocky hill, toward the woods. Badgerstar didn't know where she was going, but he rarely did. 

With a long exhale from his nostrils, he turned and began the trek home. He still didn't feel tired- in fact, his spat just made him feel agitated and restless. His mind was dark as he found his way home, navigating the forest with ease.

The familiar smells of Thunderclan were usually something that brought him immense comfort, but as he approached the hollow all he felt was the deep pit of dread. He knew exactly who would be waiting for him.

The sun was going to rise soon, and it wouldn't be long before the Dawn patrol headed out. Badgerstar was relieved to have returned before any cat awoke to see him gone. Hopping from step to step as silently as he could, Badgerstar trudged to his den. His mood was already sour enough, and the last thing he wanted to hear was the sound of a hiss behind him.

“Badgerstar, where were you?” Slatefox hissed through gritted teeth, stepping close to him. His friend looked exhausted .

“Were you up all night?” Badgerstar averted his words, raising a brow with a questioning expression upon his face. 

Slatefox's long tail lashed. “Yes, and no thanks to you! I know for certain Pythonstar couldn't have taken so long. I was going to send a search party!”

Badgerstar realized that he had hardly even given the alliance any thought. He'd tell Slatefox later. “No, it didn't. I decided to make a pitstop.” He responded gruffly.

Slatefox’s eyes grew dismayed, though instantly hardened as he realized. “You can't be seeing her when you should be with Thunderclan.” He hissed.

“The clan was asleep!” Badgerstar snapped back, irritation at an all-time high. First, Jewel had gotten angry with him, and now he was in for a lecture with Slatefox. Starclan, give me strength!

Before Slatefox could utter another word, Badgerstar silenced him with a sharp flick of his tail. “I want you to go assign the dawn patrol, and then get some sleep.” Badgerstar forced his voice into evenness. Slatefox was probably angry because he was tired, but he was nonetheless met with an infuriated look.

Without another word, Badgerstar stormed off to his den, tail waving behind him. As he pushed through the lichen that covered the entrance, he noticed a shadowed shape curled up in the corner of his den. Stagpaw.

With a little sigh, Badgerstar tried not to be angry with Slatefox anymore. Stagpaw must've been worried, too. Pursing his lips, Badgerstar settled in his own nest, only after gently running his tail along his son's flank. 

Guilt prickled at his spine. He should've told them where he was going- But that didn't make him a bad leader! Or a bad father. His thoughts drifted to Jewel's words once more after the latter. He felt as though they would stick in his mind for quite a while, though this wasn't the first fight they had had. He just hoped it'd be the last, and that she'd finally see the sense in his words.

Sitting in his nest, sleep did not come for a long time.

[scourge-sympathiser]

hey the gothic font you use in your oc art isn't accessible to screenreaders and i was wondering if you would either change it to plain text or add a plain text version underneath it?

i can probz add a plain text ver under or maybe put it in the image ALT if tht workz w/ screen readerz?

[lostkitsclangen]

Fanart for @nettleclanstale!! I've been obsessed with this clangen since it started lol it's the first one I've actually sent asks in for. Started this before Hazelstar died so I wanted to finish it as soon as possible

Rambles under the cut!

You know when a character that's supposed to piss you off is actually hated by the audience that it's a well done character. Hazelstar literally actually sucked but she added so much depth to Nettleclan, and I hope we get to see how her memory/passing affects those that she hurt, like Meadow :( I hope all her victims get to heal <3 But I'm excited to see where Spiderstar takes this clan, especially since he's still fairly new to the cast

Character in the fanart/poster go as follows; Batshriek (top, I'm excited to see whether their interaction with Badgerfall when she was a kit is going to be brought up/continued, I also headcannon that Bat likes to poke the bear and constantly nags and annoys Valley and Badger, mainly Valley bc Badger is kinda broken :( ), Badgerstar (top left, why is he cracking like an egg I'm so scared for him), Valleywave (top right), Aloesight and Pinesong (middle and middle right, I look forward to Otterclouds development involving Aloe), and the bottom row from left to right, Badgerfall, Snowbreeze, Hazelstar, Fallenpeak, Meadowbreeze. I tried to pick as many characters important to the storyline as possible, but wasn't able to fit some of them in. Others I wanted to include were Ottercloud, Spiderstar, Tempestpool, Bumbletumble, and Gladeburn, but I couldn't find the right way to include them.

I plan to make more Nettleclan fanart in the future! Sorry for the rambling lol

[cheerclaw]

Meet the OCs:

Talon (he/him) - @sm0lcatfish (art by @/skyyclan)

Okay, so this is my little goober named Talon, previously Birdkit > Birdpaw > Birdkit, and he is/was (it’s complicated) my PC in a wc-based DND! He was previously an apprentice of Shadow Branch, but he was trained by a Dark Forest warrior named Creek Splash who encouraged his desire to impress his mentor, Croweye. This led him to do some.. not good things (such as tear out a fellow apprentice’s eye at a once peaceful apprentice-only gathering, leading to him getting renamed Birdkit as punishment) and during a talk with his mentor and leader, Badgerstar, he instead opted to challenge him to a fight! Birdkit didn’t quite win, but when Badgerstar was down he fled as warriors led by Croweye chased him down until he fell unconscious and later granted a swift death by his mentor. Upon arriving in The Dark Forest he renamed himself Talon and swore revenge, but he never really got it in the way he planned.. as the world began to shift around him, and he woke up with gross black scabs across his death wound. Even stranger when he witnessed a younger him eager to impress his mentor, Croweye.

Grubspots (any) - @grub-cat

Grubspots is a warrior in river clan who helps take care of the plants the medicine cats use for herbs. Just a silly goofy guy.

[Back to the grade]

[ravenfiire]

More on potential warrior cats descendants au

Basic idea: Auradon turns into…I’m not sure of a name yet. Basically just a big clan or whatever. Isle of the lost started when a bunch of evil cats were kicked from the clan by Beast (We’ll call him Badgerstar or something for now) and created their own little clan. So it’s less like a prison island and more like Bloodclan or The Kin in a sense

Badgerstar gets older and has a son, who we’ll call Bloomingheart or something (aka Ben) and he becomes deputy eventually. He starts having visions from starclan about these four cats from the other really sucky clan, and decides he needs to get them to the clan

Other things/ideas

Maleficent actually died a while ago and is currently a dark forest spirit haunting her daughter lols

Carlos here can’t just be afraid of dogs again so maybe. Birds or something idk. Made dude a bird, maybe like a crow (oh or a parrot that would be silly)

Their mission is to basically overthrow the clan and take over, and also take over starclan with Maleficents help maybe

Tourney is replaced with…Hunting or fighting or something idk cats don’t play sports

Fairy Godmother is a medicine cat! She teaches the core four all about starclan and herbs and being nice and all that.

The core four are young warriors, but take on kind of an apprentice role. I’d say most certainly that coach kinda serves as Jay’s mentor

And that’s pretty much that for now lol I’ll definitely share more when I come to it, feel free to throw ideas at me for me to lovingly steal and run away with