#cottonfoot

[rabbitsoverload]

Hemlo, I am Gretchen Cottonfoot

[warriors-but-cats-die]

windclan — year twelve — allegiances

leadership

leader: duskstar (8y). ginger tom with amber eyes.

deputy: hurricanefang (6y). white tom with grey patches and teal eyes.

seer: flametail (5y). tom with broad shoulders and blue eyes. (apprentice: birchpaw)

warriors

brightshore (8y). small, scarred, dark she-cat.

echofang (7y). white tom with black and grey patches, banded legs and tail, and teal eyes.

gorsetail (7y). very pale she-cat with grey patches.

needlewing (6y). clever tom.

sequoiabird (6y). slender, fluffy, white tom with very pale ginger patches and teal eyes.

breezepelt (6y). massive, lean black tom with amber eyes.

heathertail (6y). lithe, light brown tabby she-cat with wide, smoky, heather-blue eyes, and sleek, soft, and thick fur. she has a long scar.

cariboustripe (6y). sleek tabby tom.

fireye (6y). white tom with ginger patches and teal eyes.

poppyblaze (6y). tom with mottled ginger patches.

woodglow (5y). large, thickset, cream tom with pale stripes, good battle tactics, and orange eyes.

sugarfoot (5y). thin, brindled, dappled she-cat with teal eyes. (apprentice: galepaw)

thundershine (5y). red tom with dark stripes and orange eyes.

cypressfall (4y). she-cat with yellow eyes. (apprentice: shadepaw)

baywillow (4y). long-furred, white tom.

ashdawn (4y). clever she-cat with hazel eyes.

greystep (4y). tom with a black-tipped back and green eyes. (apprentice: maplepaw)

hopberry (4y). tom with dark spots and amber eyes. (apprentice: leafpaw)

oatclaw (4y). intimidating, brown tabby tom.

dusksky (4y). she-cat with orange eyes. (apprentice: pinepaw)

emberfoot (4y). grey tom with darker paws.

furzepelt (4y). grey and white she-cat.

cottonfoot (3y). blind brown she-cat with copper eyes.

ashface (3y). heavy red tom with hazel eyes.

featherpelt (2y). tabby she-cat.

deerwing (1y). she-cat with red patches.

springnose (1y). tom with a mottled pelt.

cariboutail (1y). she-cat with yellow eyes.

queens

whitetail (10y). energetic she-cat. (kits: sierrakit, sprucekit, pumicekit)

elders

halofur (9y). grey she-cat.

[addercurl]

❂ Clans of the Sun’s Expanse ❂

character songs ! ! ! ☀️🏜️🌵: 

HowlClan 🌅🎶🐺

Sunbeamstar

—”These Are the Days” (Zach Winters)

—“Heal Me” (Snow Patrol)

—”Way to Go” (Empire of the Sun)

—“Black as Night” (Nahko)

—“True Love” (Hovvdy)

Lizardgaze

—“Montana Cowgirl” (Emmylou Harris)

—“Snack That Smiles Back” (Shawn Wasabi)

—”Hannah” (Freelance Whales)

—“What the Hell” (Avril Lavigne) [vibes, not lyrics]

Riverwander

—”Celeste” (Ezra Vine) [vibes]

—”Peace of Mind” (Boston) [...partly directed at Thunderstorm]

—”Simple Man” (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

—”Lost Ember” (John Leslie Long)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

CanyonClan 🌊🪨🦅

Tarantulastar

—”It’s All So Incredibly Loud” (Glass Animals)

—”Bambi” (Hippo Campus)

—“Baby Hotline” (Jack Stauber)

Coarsestar

—”Clocks” (Coldplay)

—hmmm... “Wriggle” (Cosmo Sheldrake) 

Thunderstorm

—”Dancing Devil” (Small Leaks Sink Ships)

—“I’ll Keep Coming” (Low Roar)

—”Movin’ Out” (Billy Joel)

—”Some Nights” (Fun)

—elements of: ”Youngblood” (5 Seconds of Summer)

—”Tidal Terror” (Donkey Kong Country Returns) [LOL]

—“Take My Love and Run” (Bad Suns)

Leoparddream

—“Beach Walk” (Whitewoods)

—“Feasting on the Flowers” (Red Hot Chili Peppers)

Fleckdrift/Gregor

—”Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie” (Colter Wall)

—”Ghost Towns” (Radical Face)

—”Stuck Like Glue” (Sugarland)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

CactusClan 🌑🐗🌿

Agavestar

—”On the Road” (The Tide Rose)

—”Stand Tall” (Dirty Heads)

—”Burning” (Mitch King)

Gilatail

—”Don’t Look Back” (AIHVHIA)

—”Lonesome Dreams” (Lord Huron)

Shadowglow

—”In the Name of Love” (Bebe Rexha & Martin Garrix)

Minnowheart

—”Hello My Old Heart” (The Oh Hello’s)

Hootfur

—”SPRORGNSM” (Superorganism)

Nectarstreak

—”Welcome Me” (Joan Baez)

—“When A Woman Is Around” (Unloved)

—“The Devil Within” (Digital Daggers)

—“Froot” (Marina & the Diamonds)

—“Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)” (Kate Bush)

—”Radio” (Lana del Rey)

—“I Didn’t Change My Number” (Billie Eilish)

—“Bellyache” (Billie Eilish)

—“Borderline” (Tove Styrke)

Cottonfoot

—”Sadie” (Ethansroom)

—”Ancient Names” (Lord Huron)

—”Come and Gone” (Family of Things) [largely in regards to her mentor]

—“R.I.P. 2 My Youth” (The Neighborhood)

—”Rainbow” (Sia)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

DustClan ☁️🦂🌾

Ribbonstar

—“Carry Me” (Firewoodisland) [partly Ribbonstar, partly DustClan itself.]

Condorslash

—”Reptilia” (The Strokes)

—”Don’t Stop” (InnerPartySystem)

—“Sleeping on the Blacktop” (Colter Wall)

Windwhisk

—“Runs in the Family” (Amanda Palmer)

Scorchslash

—”Sinner’s Prayer” (Lady Gaga)

—”Misery” (Maroon 5)

Tuskbite

—“Mary” (Alex G)

Fennecfur

—”Trouble” (Cage the Elephant)

—”Boardwalks” (Little May)

—”Anemone” (slenderbodies) [..almost gave this to Riverwander..]

—”October” (George Ogilvie)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Others

Clutter

—”Clover” (Cold Weather Company)

—”Flamingo” (Kero Kero Bonito)

Coyote

—”Full Moon Full of Love” (K.D. Lang)

—“Summer Wine” (Lana Del Rey)

—”It All Fades Away” (Steven Pasquale)

—”Passenger” (Hippo Campus)

[raggydraws]

to the last anon- i'd probably add a little more white to this design, like on the paws have it go up a little higher, etc, just to play it safe (bc you're right that a tuxedo with the name cottonfoot could be seen wrongly by someone else)

^^^

Thank you for your input anon!

[dragonladdie]

Thinking about... how in one of my warriors stories... the main character... a tom... ends up in a (healthy!!) poly relationship... with two other toms... and they’re fuCKING ADORABLE TOGETHER

[ask-dragonalfred-and-kiku]

As I was waking up today, I thought about that post where Sea grabs the little boat o' shinies and Kiku goes "What is that?!?", and I started imagining explaining that that's The Sea Dragon, one of The Big Three, and the other one we can talk to is Cowboy Cottonfoot. COWBOY. COTTONFOOT. MY MIND CALLED THE SKY DRAGON *COWBOY COTTONFOOT*. It was after only a few moments of processing this that I realized I had to share this with you.

COWBOY COTTONFOOT!!!! I love that so much I had to draw it shsjirnsu

Thank you for sharing pardn’r

[sparrow-names-warriors]

So I'm conflicted on something. I had an OC named Cottonfoot and idk if I should rename her because of the prefix. If it helps, she's a black cat with white paws, chest and underbelly and a little bit on her muzzle but I don't want to be racist or anything so could I have some advice?

a) I’m very white

b) I’m pretty sure nobody is going to get mad at you for referencing a plant that exists because of circumstances surrounding it unless you’re going out of your way to make the name as a whole an offensive phrase because that would be ridiculous.

c) However, I don’t see what’s particularly cotton-y about that design? You’re free to do whatever you like of course but I’d expect a mostly white cat to be named Cotton-. If you’re naming her solely after her feet that means that she doesn’t get a chance to earn a name based on skill or personality, and also white feet are super common so that’s not a super distinctive trait to name for.

[we-rate-warrior-names]

Grimstrike (deputy, tom), Switchclaw (warrior, tom), and Cottonpaw (medicine cat apprentice, tom)? (I'm really curious to see how they r interpreted and I'm looking for a cool warrior name for Cottonpaw :0)

Grimstrike - A serious and skilled tom. Grimstrike is deeply loyal to his clan and takes his position as deputy extremely seriously, he will never fully relax, he always has an eye and ear out for trouble, mainly because he isn’t very trusting of the other clans. Grimstrike has always been a dedicated warrior, he always went above and beyond in his duties, and he has always trained almost religiously to keep his skills in check, he likes to be prepared for any situation. Grimstrike likes to have an orderly clan, and it isn’t uncommon for him to have a word with cats he thinks are slacking off or aren’t pulling their weight, he doesn’t want his clan to appear weak, lazy, or out of control, he wants his clan to be seen as a force to be reckoned with, 15/10

Switchclaw - A confident and intelligent tom. Switchclaw is one of the fastest and fiercest cats in the clan, his prey and enemies never see him coming and don’t know what hit them before it’s too late, Switchclaw isn’t exactly what you would call bloodthirsty, but he certainly won’t say no to a fight, he has absolutely no doubt in his fighting ability, he is almost always victorious, and he will never blame himself if he isn’t. Switchclaw is a fast learner, and he has a knack for picking up details that he can use later, he is a great strategist and many battles have been won due to his tactics, this only adds to his confidence, 15/10

Cottonpaw - A kind and thoughtful tom. Cottonpaw always tries his best to be a good medicine cat apprentice, he always tries to take in as much as he can and reflect on what he has learnt afterwards, but sometimes he can overthink things and get a little anxious. Cottonpaw always tries to make sure any patients are as comfortable as he can make them, and he will always treat them kindly, even if they are being difficult, being mean doesn’t exactly come naturally to Cottonpaw, he can’t bring himself to be mean to anyone,14/10

Here’s some idea for Cottonpaw’s name!

Cottonspots

Cottontuft

Cottonheart

Cottonfoot

Cottoncloud

Cottonstep

Cottonpelt

Cottonfeather

[vulturereyy-scribbles]

“All this talk of elves as worldly folk, yet you cannot even pretend to be a fisherwoman for advice?” My hot-tempered, hard-headed Hobbit lass, Lillyanna Cottonfoot, talking smack to the first elf she’s shared breakfast with, 10 seconds before being told off

My (far more active) twitter link!

[prettytoms]

y’all forgot Cotton as a prefix. I only say that because I had an oc named Cottonfoot and was surprised they’d never used that prefix. ALSO Koi is a good one, I also used that one.

Oh yeah, cotton-grass is a thing. Good to add. 

I don’t think Clan cats know what a koi fish is. But hey, knock yourself out. 

[newtcloud]

Cottonfoot and Hollynose for the name requests!

[narniasummerexchange]

For @hauntedthief

  Title: Swanwhite

Synopsis: The rise and fall of Queen Swanwhite, both rose and thorn.

Word count: 3667

Year 628, Narnia

  “All hail Swanwhite, Empress of The Lone Islands, Queen of Narnia. Long may she reign!”

  Some say that if her image were reflected in a pool of water, it would stay for a year and day. Others proclaim she didn’t walk - she flew. Bloomed with a quiet ethereal glow no other queen had ever had.

Those less favourable toward the monarch said she held a heart of ice, ruthless in its judgement. That her hands were deadly, with a chokehold on her growing country.

All seemed to forget that she was but a woman with a debilitating responsibility on her shoulders.

Her acquisition of Narnia was amidst the disastrous power vacuum following the death of the 19th ruler, her brother. He bore no children, his wife passed due to illness. Swanwhite prevailed out of the rest of his siblings as queen, rising like a phoenix, brutal and burning in her possession of the land. Her beauty was unparalleled, much the same as her talent with it. Within a year of her 21st she was seated upon the throne, pale eyes set with fierce determination and wild dreams.

  “Adonais, please send word to General Winterstrom to set up the appropriate defenses in the West. I fear the Great West is capable of anything. I’ve only just gained the crown - I’d like to keep it a while. Oh, and check with Cottonfoot that the Old Rites dance is still taking place at The Dancing Lawn.”

The cherry blossom dryad nodded and bowed, drifting for the window. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

The messenger whirled out the window in a blur of pink petals, leaving a strong floral fragrance in her wake. Sunlight streamed in the room, warming the dark wood of the desk to burning. Swanwhite heaved a sigh behind it, rubbing at her temples a moment before pushing away from the many documents screaming for her attention. She had watched her brother toil over documents and treaties for hours upon hours and honestly, she thought he was just being a slow reader. The beautiful queen had never anticipated that the paperwork was so tedious. But such was the life of a ruler. She wore the crown, so she too would wear the many responsibilities that came with it. Bar one.

  Despite her long ice blue dress, she artfully avoided the other lords seeking her precious time in favour of hiding out in the blossoming gardens of Cair Paravel. The blonde preferred the exotic garden the most with its’ odd varieties, often from Archenland and Calormen and devoid of dryads and other messengers. A few moments of quiet bliss.

She idly twirled the pen knife she had accidentally taken from her office through her fingers.  The swirling gilded silver reflected the sunlight and she couldn’t help but think about all the things she had left to do that day. Followed by the fact there were never enough hours in the day to fulfill all those tasks waiting for her, all classed as top priority. So much for quiet.

Swanwhite basked in the surroundings. In every blade of grass under her sandals and brush of spring breeze against her cheeks, running its fingers through her hair. Narnia. Her country. Even from her height she could hear the giggles and splashes of the young merfolk that liked to play by the shore. She had to talk with their king about border protection of the Lone Islands eventually. Avoid the topic of his eldest son being unwed and the implications it carried for her.

  With that thought she shuddered, spinning on her heel to face the music of the court. A maid or two sweeping the stone hallways curtsied deeply in her presence, peeking up through their bewildered lashes at her effortless glide over the rough floor, her reflection glowing and holding in the armour lining the walkways. Said reflection mingled with the others, surveying the servants work in the castle with critical blue eyes and upturned button nose. A rotund Duke Bryers leaped out from nowhere, blinding the woman with his velvety red and gold attire. The apples of his cheeks were painted wine red, his dark sight keen as he wobbled on his feet.

  He seemed to ignore the way she stepped back in shock, his bow legged limbs bare and in her face. Duke Bryers was too busy huffing his curly brown waves out of his flushed face while attempting to right his stack of parchment after his strenuous act. The maids down the hall turned away from the conversation to hide their simpering giggles.

“Your Majesty! Just my luck! I’ve been looking for you all day. May I have but a moment of your time? I wish to speak with you about the Archenland royal court.”

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from glaring at him. Best to kiss her afternoon and all opportunity for signing and sending the Terebinthia Treaty goodbye. Swanwhite graced the stout man with a tight but pleasant smile.

“Of course, Your Grace. Come, let us speak in private.”

  Swanwhite shook her long blonde strands over her shoulders, twisting her fingers in her lap tightly. If they were knotted anymore they would have surely been dislocated. Duke Bryers clapped his papers loudly against the table again to shuffle them straight.

“There is also the King’s nephew, Lune IV to consider. Young, strong, politically smart. Narnia would benefit greatly from his presence.” The short red man babbled.

She coughed delicately. “Yes, well we’ll have to see if he decides to send forth his interest, won’t we? Should we decide to send word first it would make us look nothing but desperate. We have just begun a new reign - we have pre-written policies ready to roll into place. If they hear anything else it may not send a good image.” Swanwhite sent the duke a look, a quirk of her pale brows. She was not red despite her delicate skin’s time in the sun. “One we all constructed together. Should it be impacted, Narnia may not look favourably upon the court.”

  Her words implied many things. If the people perceived anything wrong with the court, there may be a coup, which many in turn send the country into turmoil that it may not recover from. It was etiquette that the suitor send forth his interests in courtship first anyway. Desperation was not a pretty trait in a wife, let alone a queen. But most of all, she didn’t want to outrightly say again that she was not interested in marriage at the current time. The queen had no cares for how it looked. The fact her 23rd birthday was breathing down her neck and she was blatantly unwed, no consort at her side to “anchor” her. Swanwhite had no need for anchoring - the overbearing weight of responsibility was enough to keep her grounded and head level.

  The duke hung his head briefly, conceding defeat to the young royal’s crisp words. “O-of course, Your Majesty. I was only thinking ahead. For the benefit of our people. Pro-active than reactive is a very good policy to have.”

She smiled at him, trying to keep the ice from seeping into the curve of her lips. “Very good of you, my Lord. Thank you for considering it and constructing such a succinct plan for our country’s future. If we have nothing else to discuss though, I really must be getting to my next appointment. The seamstress gets very curt if she’s held up.”

“Oh, yes. Yes absolutely. Farewell, Your Majesty.”

Duke Bryers stood after her, bowing low in response to her kind nod of acknowledgement, holding his position until she left the room. The young queen seemed to suck all the light from the drawing room when she exits, the duke’s gold robes dulled in the mysterious shade.

  Most private conversations with the lords follow in the same vein. All men attempting to gently - or less so - press marriage. Swanwhite spent most nights drained of all pleasantries, her snarl seeping into the following day. The servants hastened to hide when she swept through the halls. Not even Adonais, her messenger come lady-in-waiting can soothe the part-star.

She understood their motives and meaningful intentions. But the bitter queen was hurt by their apparent lack of faith in her solo leadership. It would have helped if she were married to Lune IV or his cousin and third in line, Aramis - their military and economic assistance would have been greatly appreciated. A union between she and Rabbash of Calormen would’ve been a dream for both countries. The trade benefits enormous.

But the court forgot how she gained her position. She fought for it, worked for every inch. Batted her lashes when possible and sliced with her blade when inevitable. Her words and her mere presence were her diplomatic keys. The only reason she hadn’t convinced these men was because they kept seeing their daughters in her eyes - a jewel to be protected rather than a relic to be revered.

  The second anniversary of her coronation was nearing rapidly. The seamstress was getting irritated with her indecision on her dress design. Two things were for sure - she refused to look anything less than perfect nor would she look like a commodity to be bargained for.

“I really wish you chose something other than blue, Your Majesty.” The beaver tutted. “As flattering as it is, maybe something else this time. A crisp white, perhaps? Some gold?”

Swanwhite huffed in her shift, craning her neck to peer behind her. “Did the lords put you up to this, Helena?”

“No! I put myself up to this.You can’t cling to image of your mother forever.”

So she may be trying to emulate herself a little off of her unknown mother. It made for a memorable reign and a way to command presence. Swanwhite’s mother gave the queen her part-star heritage. The reason for her constant white-blue glow and ability to glide on air rather than walk. Her pale beauty and capability to better sense magic.

So Helena didn’t want blue? Swanwhite tilted her chin up. Fine then - so be it.

  The seamstress was frankly a little bowled over when soon after Swanwhite demanded that her dress be a vivid indigo. Just as shocking was when Swanwhite considered venturing out of her comfort zone by going against the preferred fashion of the time.

But a few months later, Swanwhite is fitted with a long form-fitting dress a long train following onward. Flowers and branches are embroidered with iridescent thread along the hem and over the train in a natural, trellis pattern. The pattern continues throughout, framing the angular cutouts at her waist. The beaver can’t keep the uneasiness out of her posture as she checked the dipping neckline, or when she adjusted the horribly sheer fabric of the skirt that bared the queen’s asterisk shaped birthmark by her knee.

“Your Majesty, are you sure about this? As lovely as this is, it’s not very…conservative. This is a ball with everyone present. Not an opportunity to try out some fashion trend.”

Swanwhite grinned, a predatory look in her eye as she smoothed her hands over her long skirt. “Oh, I know.”

  The day of the anniversary rushed into her. After a journey to The Stone Table at dawn and a bright festival in the town, she got ready for the ball. Long blonde hair weaved in elaborate braids, silver crown nestled carefully on top. Bangles and bracelets jingled up her arms. If Rabbash knew what she was wearing, he would be horrified - hopefully.

She had greeted all the guests that had filed into the gates that morning, sliding off of horse or out of carriages. Rabbash and the Archenland court included. All a very polite affair, of course.

  The ballroom was decorated elaborately, with blue and gold ribbon twisting around pillars and sweeping over the ceiling. They shimmered gently with the sunlight, hopefully glowing with sunset. The room had been cleared of anything unwanted, such as excess tables as well as her throne. The dais empty, a podium shoved behind a baby blue curtain of silk. The face of Aslan tiled onto the floor had been scrubbed and buffed clean so he could roar beautifully at their feet.

When she arrived, the ball was in full swing, as intended, the group of musicians playing vigorous folk music that encouraged her favourite dances. Swanwhite was announced to the room and she watched with pride the wave of people who bowed in her presence. There was no need for a speech - the one at the festival was enough. This was but a celebration, not a time a of thought. The Telmar, Calormene and Archenland guests took turns greeting her, trying their best not to look like they were pushing.

  Rabbash got to her first, flanked by two guards and another two advisors. As expected, rather than stumbling over themselves to flatter her with compliments, they stuttered to a stop, shocked. Again though, they bowed deeply out of courtesy, keeping their eyes to floor to stem the unspoken conversation ready to spill out.

He blinked at her attire, something unknown in his eyes. “Purple, Your Majesty. I-interesting choice.”

She beamed prettily. “Isn’t just? I thought something new was in order for my anniversary.”

He made a noncommittal noise as he pressed his lips to her knuckles and swiftly moved on. His advisors cast her shocked and scornful looks that slid off her ego smoothly. She knew this particular shade was bad luck in Calormene. It was the colour of black magic; of Tash’s robes and Zardeenah’s eyes in the darkest nights.

Lune IV and his family didn’t linger for long with her, no matter how much the lords and the king try. She must have said something wrong. Swanwhite danced for hours on end, the most joy she’d had in days. The fauns kept up with her exceptionally well, unlike Duke Bryers who bowed out after one song. In a very un-ladylike action, she scooped part of her dress hem up to better maneuver, shooting the crowd a view of her calf. Swanwhite caught a flash of dead black in the crowd but thought nothing of it - someone didn’t quite understand what a celebration entailed. It was nearing on midnight when the musicians suddenly changed the tempo of their set, against her wishes. Swanwhite thought she explicitly said as few slow songs as possible before one, so as to keep the mood high.

  She was part the way over to the band when she was called at. Rabbash, outrageously pointed beard and all grinned and ushered her over to the dais. The dancing stopped as the ball guests started to focus their attention on them. The end of his sash kept slapping her hip as he walked, the heady scent of musk perfume surrounding him. Rabbash snapped his fingers in the lull of the ballroom, a servant scuttling over the smooth marble and depositing something into his grasp. His hands were veiny and spindly and Swanwhite was secretly thankful she hadn’t had an opportunity to dance with him yet. Being within arms length of them…she buried a shudder while waiting for his words. The tan man stepped up the few ledges of the dais to stand before her. Her mouth fell open of its own accord as she examined what he held in his hands. A ring? Binding ribbon?

  He reached out for her hand, squeezing uncomfortably. The lords beamed smugly with their wives and children. The music finally fell silent. His dark beady eyes glittered and she tried not to fixate her sight on that one crooked tooth in his leering smile.

“My Lady - my Queen Swanwhite. Tash’s mistress. A figure of beauty and power. I would be honoured if you would consent to be my wife - my queen and mother to the heirs of our noble kingdom Calormene. Our countries would benefit so for our union - think of it! Our bloodline would be the strongest known. Our children blessed with your beauty and my intellect. So? Your Majesty?” He squeezed her hand tighter, panic blooming in his black sight.

  She cleared her throat, tearing her hand away from Rabbash’s grasp. Her pale eyes blazed, insulted. She appeared gaunt and burning on the dais and he stepped down a step in shock. A shiver rippled down his back as he avoids her sight. Just as quickly as her hopes and spirits had lifted, they were sent crashing to the ballroom floor. How dare he put her on the spot like this, on her coronation anniversary? Her day of celebration alone. Expect her to say yes to save face and upkeep his pride.

“Rabbash, I reject your proposal. I am no one’s mistress. Nor am I anyone’s potential wife.” She says clear and quiet. “I renounce your gods. Tash, Zardeenah, Azaroth. All gods, bar the ones worthy of my praise. Neptune, guard of our waters. Bacchus, keeper of our rituals. Aslan, protector of all.”

  Rabbash reared up like a horse, throwing his marriage gifts to the floor. The ring twinkled and tinkled as it ran across the floor between the guests’ feet. His wiry, pointy beard trembled with rage. Swanwhite jutted her chin up at him, glaring down her nose at him.

“I shall announce it now, one last time. I will not marry now. I don’t believe I ever will. Not for trade, not for unity or military advantage. Not for love or companionship. The next man who dares bring forth a ring will face more than this.”

She implied the embarrassment she has thrust upon the little prince. The Calormen were very arrogant and prideful people. She knew that this would not be forgotten - there would be consequences, which she would face in due time. Swanwhite danced down the dais, past the outraged prince and back into the crowd, stepping over the ribbon and kicking aside the ring.

  After the celebration, Swanwhite’s reign hurtles downhill. The Archenland court turn away from Narnia; distance themselves. The rash and ruthless actions of Queen Swanwhite are too much to handle. The king is thankful she turned down the three proposals given by his family by letter - his sons and nephew safe from her heavy hand. She was pretty as a sword. Gorgeous and gleaming until it cut you.

The kingdom of Calormene say she is callous and stupid, turning down their prince in such a humiliating fashion and in public. The brash people call her blasphemous towards their gods, cut off unnecessary ties. Trade falls to a standstill between the two countries. The king withdraws his diplomats and the structural links between the nations whittles to nothing.

Telmar was never on good terms with the pale queen in the first place. Now her proclamation gave them the perfect reason to outright run.

The merpeople stop their singing, staying away from the shallows. The king withdraws his interest in assisting in protecting The Lone Islands.

The Lone Islands suffer, their queen and her attention land-locked to their motherland as she tries to regain her foothold on the world. The merchants become slave-drivers and the beauty of their ruler becomes a curse.

  Ravenblack is her sister, the full-blood one of their deceased brother. Just as pale in complexion, but with rich, sable strands tumbling in thick rings down her back. She is sick of the turmoil her stubborn ruler portrays, endangering the future of their country. Besides, the lords much prefer her simpering ways. Enough to take charge but not enough to always dig her heels in.

It takes months to plan the coup. Under the cover of night, behind closed doors, in unsavoury corners of the town. Aslan and his wise, good words are forgotten in these small moments in which she plans her sister’s downfall.

And isn’t it a terrible one. The scribes stop writing her name. The stonemasons stall in their making of her inaugural statue to be placed with all the others in the catacombs of Cair Paravel. The lords pledge their allegiance to Ravenblack, as do the mermaids under a full moon. Whatever has Swanwhite’s name on it is either removed to some place easily forgotten or destroyed. Right under her nose. Too busy trying to grapple with the other nations to worry about what is happening right under her nose.

  Soon, she is cast off her throne in a loud, messy affair. Screaming and curses fly from the pale queen’s pink lips as Swanwhite watches her sister take everything she’s worked for. The former queen is squirreled away to the mountains that bridge Archenland and Narnia, a hop skip and jump away from the sea. Adonais follows loyally after her, despite Ravenblack’s words of encouragement to stay and serve as her own personal messenger.

Cottonfoot for all his grouchiness, is a loyal subject to Her Majesty Queen Swanwhite. Loyalty is valuable in this business. He is one of the first people the younger ebony haired princess tries to sway. And he’s not stupid. Intelligence ran in the Frank bloodline. So the hare knew that whatever it was that the redhead was doing would be devious and traitorous - the highest form of treason, no doubt. With his exceptional hearing, the brown hare soon finds out her plan and makes his own to counteract it.

  He is a guardian of the Old Rites. The story of the beginning. So he will write his own. Of Swanwhite, the queen who would not bow to a man even at the unknown cost of her country. Who possessed beauty far beyond anyone ever known - an image to be remembered long after it had gone. Pass it down through his family. Ink staining his paws for many years to come. His queen shall have the last laugh, he would make sure of it.

  “Long live the queen.” Cottonfoot mutters under the light of a burning candle.

[warriors-but-cats-die]

windclan — year eleven — allegiances

leadership

leader: duskstar (7y). blind ginger tom.

deputy: hurricanefang (4y). white tom with grey patches and teal eyes.

seer: flametail (4y). tom with bright eyes.

warriors

whitetail (9y). energetic, small she-cat with dark eyes.

brightshore (7y). dark grey calico she-cat with pale eyes.

echofang (6y). tom with teal eyes.

gorsetail (6y). mottled, very pale gray-and-white tabby she-cat with a gray-and-white paw and tail.

halobriar (6y). she-cat with faint stripes.

redspark (6y). red she-cat.

needlewing (5y). clever, small, white tom with grey and black patches.

sequoiabird (5y). fluffy tom with pale patches.

breezepelt (5y). slender black tom.

heathertail (5y). lithe, brown tabby she-cat with heather-colored eyes, and sleek and thick fur. she has a long scar.

cariboustripe (5y). sleek, slightly clumsy, brown tabby tom with hazel eyes.

fireye (5y). tom with pale ginger patches are blue eyes.

poppyblaze (5y). white tom.

woodglow (4y). cream tom.

sedgewhisker (4y). light she-cat. (apprentice: deerpaw)

sugarfoot (4y). thin brindled she-cat with teal eyes.

thundershine (4y). pale tom.

baywillow (3y). tom with dark patches and hazel eyes.

ashdawn (3y). stocky grey she-cat with hazel eyes.

greystep (3y). white tom with a black-tipped back and green eyes.

hopberry (3y). light grey tom with darker spots and amber eyes.

oatclaw (3y). scrawny tabby tom.

emberfoot (3y). gray tom with two darker gray paws.

furzepelt (3y). grey she-cat.

pinematspark (2y). white she-cat with teal eyes.

cottonfoot (2y). blind, golden-brown she-cat with copper eyes.

ashface (2y). golden red tom with hazel eyes.

featherpelt (1y). large, grey tabby she-cat.

queens

dusksky (3y). very small light brown she-cat with orange eyes. (kit: springkit)

cypressfall (3y). small, dark brown she-cat with pale yellow eyes. (kits: birchkit, cariboukit, dewkit, pinekit)

elders

halofur (8y). study, fluffy, mangy calico she-cat with copper eyes.

[jackalstep-warrior-names-blog]

I have an OC named Cottonfoot. She's a black cat with a flash of white on her jaw, white chest, paws and feet. I chose cotton for the white areas she does have and -foot for where some of her white areas she does have. She's a talented fighter, longhaired, muscular and battle scarred. Should I have a name change?

Good evening, Mouse! I’m assuming you mean a change of what her normal name would be, since normal battle scarring that accumulates over time isn’t significant enough for an injury-based name change.

So, there’s two ways we can look at this. First, I see that you did the correlating prefix-suffix thing to highlight some particular markings; in my system, that doesn’t fly, but if that style of naming is common in her Clan’s culture, there’s absolutely no reason to change her name. However, if you’re trying to change your name system, that’s a whole other kettle of fish. I would recommend a prefix that represents something about her overall appearance, saving the suffix to honor her skills or personality. How exactly you go about doing that is up to you, because there isn’t a wrong way to name OCs. Worldbuilding is so much fun to mess around with.

[raggydraws]

I have a question about an warrior cat OC I had.. her name was Cottonfoot and I wanted your opinion if you think people would find her name offensive. She was a black she-cat with a white chest and underbelly, white paws and a white splash on her muzzle. I didn't think of the implications back when I made her I just thought of how I never saw Cotton- as a prefix

I'm not sure tbh Anon? Please remember that I am white so I might not be the best person to ask this. Granted that's no excuse but as far as I'm aware it seems like it would a person to person kind of thing? Again I'm not sure, so it might be better to ask other poc fans of warriors instead.

So far no one's said anything directly to me about Cotton Puff Swiftpaw but if anyone did I would change the name. Thanks for the ask Anon!

[warriors-but-cats-die]

windclan — year ten — allegiances

leadership

leader: duskstar (6y).

deputy: hurricanefang (4y). (apprentice: patchpaw)

seer: flametail (3y).

warriors

whitetail (8y).

brightshore (6y).

echofang (5y).

gorsetail (5y).

halobriar (5y).

redspark (5y).

vanillaeye (5y).

needlewing (4y).

sequoiabird (4y).

breezepelt (4y).

heathertail (4y).

cariboustripe (4y).

fireye (4y).

poppyblaze (4y).

woodglow (3y).

sugarfoot (3y).

thundershine (3y).

cypressfall (2y).

baywillow (2y).

ashdawn (2y).

greystep (2y).

hopberry (2y).

oatclaw (2y).

dusksky (2y).

emberfoot (2y).

furzepelt (2y).

pinematspark (1y).

cottonfoot (1y).

silverantler (1y).

slightfoot (1y).

onionfeather (1y).

ashface (1y).

redantler (1y).

queens

sedgewhisker (3y). (kits: featherkit, larkkit)

halofur (7y). (kits: blizzardkit, dappledkit, echokit, fernkit, iciclekit)