#frostfoot

[justanotherwarriorcatsfan]

A kittypet named tamagotchi joined! She might be distantly related to Ruffnut but neither of them know

Warmfall got shivering while on patrol

A patrol of Ruffnut and Frostfoot had an akward interaction with SnipClan at the border

[theanoninyourinbox]

NEW LONGSTAR AU - THE NOT-SO-LONG BALLAD OF FIRE AND FLAME

Before Fire Prophecy

Talltail seeks to kill the Loner that he believes killed his father.  With the help of a kittypet named Jake, he finds the strength to forgive, and instead saves Sparrow from the Monster, and returns to Windclan with new determination in his heart and a dear…friend…that he leaves behind.  It is with this new spirit that he protests the renaming of Hopkit, and he stays Hoppaw.  The two remain close friends throughout their lives.

In Riverclan, Stormkit is renamed Crookedkit, but Rainflower is also renamed – Rottenflower.  Crookedkit’s name is given as a sign of survival, and Rottenflower’s as a sign of her true heart.  Crookedkit still leaves for a time, still is haunted by the Geist Mapleshade, but with his head a little higher and heart a little clearer.

Tiny is playing on an old stump when the Thunderclan Patrol finds him, and Thistleclaw orders Tigerpaw to attack.  Bluefur intercedes, and the heavily injured kitten is brought back to camp to be treated.  Sunstar decides to keep the poor little thing, and Frostkit is semi-adopted by Bluefur. 

Yellowfang is about to bury Hopekit and Wishkit when the sounds and smells of Twolegs alert her.  She knows they will try to take her and her remaining kit, so she grabs Brokenkit and runs.  The twoleg, stretching their legs after a long car ride, finds the two kittens and sees signs of life in the little tortie.  They rush the cold kitten to a vet, and with time and effort, little Nutmeg thrives. 

As Frostkit heals, a moons-long process, he makes friends with Spottedpaw and Whitepaw.  Eventually he notices that Thistleclaw keeps trying to get Spottedpaw alone, and with the help of Thrushpelt, discovers the horrible truth.  Thistleclaw is dragged before the clan, and with Spottedpaw’s testimony, the Traitor is banished from the clans permanently.  Spottedpaw becomes a Healer apprentice, and Thrushpelt begins to mentor Frostpaw.

Nutmeg eventually is introduced to a handsome orange tabby named Jake, and falls in love.  He breaks her heart by leaving when she’s due to give birth, and swears to take care of her beloved bundles of joy by herself.

Raggedstar lies dying, with his daughter Brokentail laughing as she cleans the blood from her paws, and realizes the enormous mistake he made with the way he raised her.  He dies, and watches as Brokentail receives her lives from the Dark Forest. Watches her kill kits.  Watches her banish her own mother.  What has he done?

Longpaw is mentored by Frostfoot, making an unusual pair.  Longpaw is eventually named Longtail, and wonders what his future holds for him.  He does not see the starry crown behind his head, ethereal and light as a dream.

Bluestar and Spottedleaf sit together on a hillside, Leader and Oracle Healer, and a pair of stars fall burning from the sky.  Fire Will Save The Clans.

The Long Ballad of Fire and Flames

Rusty the kittypet has yet another strange dream, of a red-tailed bird falling from a rainy sky.  He and his friend Smudge discuss the happenings around the neighborhood.  Princess, Rusty’s sister, forbids Rusty from going to the forest by himself.  Later that night, Rusty tries to catch a mouse on the border and gets tackled by a gray tabby, who is impressed when Rusty flings him off.  After meeting his mentor Lionheart, Rusty agrees to meet them the next morning, to see the Clan.  Rusty tells Princess about this.

The next morning, Rusty sneaks past a still sleeping Princess and a worried Smudge, and meets Bluestar, Graypaw, and Lionheart. The Thunderclanners refuse to wait for his sister. They head off to camp, with Rusty leaving a subtle scent trail so Princess can find him.  Princess wakes up, and follows the trail with stealth and careful steps.

At camp, Bluestar introduces Rusty as a potential clanmate, and some cats take offense to that.  Darkstripe demands he be tested, but Frostfoot tells him to calm down, what, are you threatened by him? Really?  Lionheart gets inbetween them to break it up, but cocky Longtail challenges the kittypet before anyone can stop him.  Frostfoot is mortified.  Rusty accepts, and the two square off.  Longtail gets the upper paw almost immediately, and gets a hold of Rusty’s collar.  As he pulls, he hears a yowl of outrage.  And suddenly he is FLUNG bodily, his ear burning, the collar still in his mouth.

He gets up, and there is an ENORMOUS molly standing over the fallen kittypet, the warriors and camp guards at the ready to fight.  As Spottedleaf helps him to his feet, Longtail hears the Tortie scolding Rusty for leaving without her, I TOLD you there would be trouble but noooOOOooo you don’t listen to your sister!  You just listen to your silly dreams!! Bluestar interrupts, impressed with the boldness of the kittypet and interested with the dreams comment.  Princess introduces herself, and after Rusty says he agreed to the fight, apologizes to a still stunned Longtail.  Rusty explains he has dreams that come true sometimes, and tells Bluestar and Spottedleaf about the red-tailed hawk dream.  Spottedleaf asks to mentor Rusty in the arts of healing and Starseeing, and Bluestar agrees, asking is Princess would like to join as well. Frostfoot mildly scolds Longtail for leaping without looking, and Princess and Rusty become Flamepaw and Firepaw, with Bluestar herself mentoring Flamepaw.

And then Ravenpaw rushes into camp.  Redtail is dead, he screams, and collapses.  And pandemonium rises.

After Tigerclaw brings Redtail’s lifeless body back to camp, and the apprentices and kits are shielded from the sight by Whitestorm and Lionheart, the pair of siblings settle in.  Firepaw makes fast friends with Ravenpaw and Graypaw, and Flamepaw befriends Dustpaw and Sandpaw.  The pair drag Longtail into being their friend as well, which brings Frostfoot and eventually Swiftpaw into the equation as well.

Longtail begins to mentor Swiftpaw, and finds that he loves teaching.  With the help of Frostfoot and the other Mentor cats, he begins to become more humble and less cocky.  Longtail begins to appreciate his friendship with Firepaw and Flamepaw, and takes more time to live, not just be a Hunter and Mentor.

One day, while gathering herbs for the Healer’s Den, Firepaw is knocked off his feet by an old gray and yellow molly.  He springs to his feet, ready to fight, but the attacker is just…staring at him.  Like she’s seen a Geist.  He cautiously asks if she’s alright, do you need help ma’am?  And she moans something unintelligible, falling to the ground in a dead faint.  Firepaw panics, and drags her back to camp.  There, she is identified as Yellowfang by Spottedleaf, who tells Firepaw of her alleged crimes, and how she believes that Yellowfang was framed.  Said Healer wakes up, takes one look at Flamepaw coming in to drop off a mouse, and promptly wails in grief and pain.  The three of the get her to calm down, and she quietly apologizes, the siblings look like…patients she lost long ago.  Bluestar listens to her tale of Brokenstar being a False Star, and while still weighing the information, relegates Yellowfang to being a War-Bound for the time being.

Bluestar does not hear the story Yellowfang tells to the Healers and the Apprentice Brawler.  She does not see the siblings take the old molly to meet their mother.  She does not know a family has been made as whole as it will ever be.

At the Gathering, Brokenstar tells everyone how she ran out Windclan, and Bluestar realizes that Yellowfang was probably telling the truth.  As she had just revealed Thunderclan had Yellowfang as a War Bound, she begins to prepare for an attack, and she is correct – Shadowclan tries to kill Yellowfang, and succeeds at killing Lionheart and her dear friend Rosetail. Her heart grows a crack. She names the brave Tigerclaw, names Yellowfang part of Thunderclan, and tries to go on.

Then Ravenpaw leaves, begging shelter at The Barn with Bluestar’s old friend Barley, for reasons the apprentice refuses to communicate.  All his friends Graypaw, Firepaw, and Flamepaw will say is that he needed to be something that the Clans couldn’t let him be.  And the crack grows.

And then Shadowclan steals Frostfur’s kits, Lionheart’s kits. They kill Spottedleaf, Firepaw wailing over her body. She goes with her Warriors, Brawlers, and their apprentices to rescue the innocent.  They are met by Senior Warriors and other banished cats from Shadowclan, aided by Yellowfang in secret. Brokenstar is run out of the clans. Yellowfang takes over Firepaw’s training, and Flamepaw and Graypaw are named Flamewish (per her request) and Graystripe. Why is the crack still growing?

Flamewish, Graystripe, Longtail, and Swiftpaw are sent to retrieve Windclan.  It goes well, until a Riverclan patrol tries to fight them, and Whiteclaw falls off a cliff while fighting Graystripe.

When the group returns, Flamewish and Graystripe receive their first apprentices – Cinderpaw and Brackenpaw.  Flamewish finds Mentoring difficult, and asks Longtail for advice.  The pair become close friends.  Firepaw and Sandstorm make bets as to when they’ll become mates.  Unfortunately, Cinderpaw is lured away from camp and gets hit by a Monster. (It’s a car, just – just call it a car!! -Firepaw) Firepaw saves her life, and Yellowfang bestows the name Fireheart upon him at the next half-moon.

Also unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), at seeing her apprentice so badly injured, Flamewish has an unusual reaction.  She goes into labor.  Seeing as Flamewish had no idea she was even a little pregnant (as she put it), things get a little crazy.  Longtail is flabbergasted, Bluestar is confused, Yellowfang is baffled, and Fireheart is delighted but also flabbergasted.  Flamewish does some calculating, then privately asks Fireheart to go bite Smudge in the face for her.

(This means Flamewish misses Graystripe meeting the gorgeously muscled Riverclan molly)

But it DOES mean she spends time in the Nursery with Brindleface, her kits Fernkit and Ashkit and Frostfoot and his kits Flykit and Coldkit.  Frostfoot who had just gone out one day and brought back the pair, claiming them as his.  Bluestar was frustrated and elated at the same time. 

The three become even closer when Brokenstar attacks, as they defend the Nursery together.  Longtail and Swiftpaw help drive off the Rogues together, and after Yellowfang blinds Brokenstar and leaves her Brokentail the War Bound, Swiftpaw is rewarded with his Adult Name – Swiftspirit. (Later, Longtail will see this as an omen, unknowingly given by Starclan through Bluestar…) Graystripe is later caught giving prey to Riverclan, and punished by having his apprentice taken away – Longtail is suddenly a Mentor again!  And Brackenpaw has so many things to learn!

Cinderpaw makes a nearly full recovery, but her time in the Healer’s Den had made her rethink her life – she wants to heal others.  Flamewish cracks a joke about her brother poaching her apprentice, but wishes her well.

And then Brokentail’s War Bound status becomes known.  And Thunderclan is attacked.  And Tigerclaw is at her throat, keen claws at her throat.  But as her heart shatters, a yowl of outrage rings through the air, and Longtail and Flamewish HAUL the Traitor off of her.  Bluestar banishes Him, and she holds the pieces of her heart and weeps – there are no stars in her tonight.  She waits too long, then names the astonished Longtail as Deputy.

Then Graystripe begs for the Healers to help him – they find the laboring Silverstream and do what they can, but Featherkit and Stormkit outlive their mother.  Graystripe leaves for Riverclan, refusing to abandon his kits.  Fireheart and Flamewish can’t blame him, but it still hurts.  And Brokentail is dead.  Yellowfang tells her leader that he dies of natural causes, but Bluestar does not see the look on Fireheart’s face.  (She will eventually learn that he just watched his grandmother kill his uncle) Then the fire. Oh the fire.  Patchpelt and Halftail, coughing and then forever breathless.  Fireheart and Flamewish race to find Yellowfang – to find their family.  She lies in a hollow tree, and blesses the Stars that she has enough time to say goodbye.  To say how proud she is of them – both her life paths.  I’ll always watch over you. (and Yellowfang keeps this promise)

Bluestar feels her mind failing, rain through the treetops instead of thoughts. So when she sees the Traitor leading Shadowclan as a False Star, she just…lets go. She watches Leopardstar rise and her clan move around her like a fever dream.  She watches the hawk impassively as it goes for Snowkit, and barely reacts when it takes Speckletail instead.  She doesn’t react when Longtail promotes Snowpaw to train under Brackenfur, or when Flamewish brings the elderly deaf kittypet Brahm to teach Snowpaw and Mistlepaw and others Pawspeak. She doesn’t react to the death of Swiftspirit or the maiming of Brightpaw, save to curse the Stars that left her broken by naming the poor thing Lostface.

(Longtail MOURNS.  He refuses to eat, has to be pried from his nest, and it takes a teary Flamewish admitting she misses the tom she loves for him to snap out of it.  The pair find solace in each other.  Fireheart and Sandstorm are too busy and too worried to exchange the mouse that they bet.  Neither ever says who won that bet)

Rabbits lead a bloody trail to poor Brindleface, and Longtail makes a plan to lead the dogs away from their den and over the river-cliffs.  Bluestar nods absently, but there’s a shining spark in her eyes that hasn’t been there in ages.  The runners lead the killer hounds up to the cliffs and away, but one grabs Longtail, pinning him and scratching his face.  But a blur of blue streaks onto the dog’s back, and overbalances them both into the river.  A pair of Riverclan warriors leap into action, and Bluestar says goodbye to her family, Frostfoot and Whitestorm having raced to the scene.

Longtail is escorted to the Moonstone by Fireheart, and finds himself in Starclan.  He receives his lives from Nightstar, Runningwind, Speckletail, Lionheart, Redtail, Silverstream, Yellowfang, Bluestar, and finally Swiftspirit.  Longstar vows to stop Tigerstar and his cronies.  He names Whitestorm as Deputy, and begins planning.

Tigerstar goes after Windclan, pinning and seemingly killing Gorsepaw, but as soon as the Shadowclan Battle Patrol leaves, he brings his head up and smiles weakly at his frantic mother. He will be scarred for life, but he will have his chance to live.

At Riverclan, Stonefur defends the apprentices to his last breath, and Graystripe rescues his kits from Tigerstar and Leopardstar.  Some Riverclan cats escape in the chaos, unwilling to follow their leader on this path.

Finally, with Windclan and Thunderclan united against the forces of Riverclan and Shadowclan, Tigerstar plays his deadliest card yet, as hordes of strange city Rogues appear.  Led by a figure some Thunderclanners recognize.  Thistleclaw.  But the rogues, no, the Bloodclanners, call him Tyrant.  Tigerstar boasts to the assembled clans how he killed Bluestar using the dogs and

Tyrant kills Tigerstar with a slash to the underbelly

Nine lives gone, in a single blow

The battle comes the next day, all four clans together – Longstar and Tallstar, Leopardstar and Blackstar.

Bone holds down Whitestorm, and is ripped of by a squad of apprentices, including his own, Brightheart.

Darkstripe goes after the Healers, and Graystripe strikes him down. His body is never found, and a gray tabby wanders desolate, his mistakes weighing on his soul.

Longstar strikes the final blow against Tyrant

And life goes on

[type1dragonwolf]

Frostpaw’s Warrior/Med-cat Name

Okay, so ASC is coming to an end, and we still don’t have a Warrior/Medicine cat name for Frostpaw yet.

But imagine that she never gets it, and everyone’s just already so used to her name they keep it like that.

Or they rename her to something like FrostFOOT, FrostFEET, FrostPAWS,

…

FrostWALKER II

That’s her canon name now.

[bayofwolves]

really curious as to what frostpaw's full name is gonna be... i've been betting on frostwing for a while (in memory of mothwing, assuming she dies in this arc, and possibly curlfeather as well) but frostcurl would also be fun

maybe it'll be a name that reflects her clan, like frostriver, frostwater, perhaps... i do like the sound of frostwater!

i just hope it's not something meaningless like frostfoot. she deserves a badass name after everything she's been through

[blimbo-buddy]

Frostfoot sounds pretty cute actually.

Yeah it definitely isn't a bad one. Honestly I don't think there'd even be a bad name for FrostPaw. I just think it'd be funny if she ended up getting a basic name just to watch people get mad

[warriors-cat-names-for-your-use]

Frostfoot

[everybody-loves-purdy]

Other possible names for Frostpaw could be Frostmist or Frostreed bc they got murdered. Well one of them did for sure. Maybe Frostfoot bc that was Mistystar's warrior suffix or Frostwhisker bc Reedwhisker

I like these! She probably wouldn’t be called Frostmist just because of her sister Mistpaw, but if Mistpaw gets killed then I can definitely see that being her name.

[kittypets-unite-au]

Allegiances

THUNDERCLAN

Leader: Bluestar- Tall blue gray lynx point molly with a scar on her shoulder. Blue eyes

Apprentice: Sandpaw

Deputy: Redtail- Small, mostly white calico tom with a bushy dark ginger tail. Amber eyes

Apprentice: Dustpaw

Druid(s): Spottedleaf- Petite calico molly with a plumy tail. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Smudgepaw

Lorekeepers: Robinwing- Brown calico ticked tabby molly. Hazel eyes

Patchpelt- Black and white tom. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Ravenpaw

Mossburr- Gray and white spotted tabby molly with long ears. Green eyes

Warriors: Rosetail- Heavily scarred cinnamon calico molly.

Lionheart- Regal golden classic tabby tom with a thick ruff of fur and nicked ears. Green eyes

Apprentice: Graypaw

Tigerclaw- Huge dark brown mackerel tabby tom with a white belly and paws, tufted ears, and a long scar on the bridge of his nose. Amber eyes

Apprentice: Fawnpaw

Whitestorm- Silver and white broken mackerel tabby tom. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Sandpaw

Brindleface- Pale gray spotted tabby molly with white paws. Yellow eyes

Cherrygaze- Cinnamon mackerel tabby calico molly. Green eyes

Darkstripe- Slender dark gray tabby tom. Amber eyes

Runningwind- Pale brown mackerel tabby tom with a pale belly. Amber eyes

Mousefur- Pale brown molly with a white chin. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Firepaw

Longtail- Lean cream mackerel tabby tom with unusually dark stripes. Green eyes

Caretakers: Fuzzypelt- Black tom with messy fur. Yellow eyes

Dappletail- Lean brown tortoiseshell molly. Pale green eyes

Aspenfoot- Skinny pale golden and white ticked tabby moggie(she/him) with darker ears. One amber eye, one blue eye

Willowpelt- Pale gray molly with a darker stripe running down her back. Pale blue eyes

Apprentices: Sandpaw- Huge, mostly cream dilute calico molly. Green eyes

Dustpaw- Short, stocky brown ticked tabby tom with a white belly. Yellow eyes

Ravenpaw- Lanky black tom with a white locket, tail-tip, and front paws. Yellow eyes

Graypaw- Large, fluffy pale gray classic tabby tom. Pale yellow eyes

Smudgepaw- Plump black and white tom. Green eyes

Firepaw- Lanky ginger ticked tabby tom. Dark green eyes

Fawnpaw- Stocky fawn ticked tabby molly with a white chest and paws. Amber eyes

Perma-Queens: Speckletail- Pale golden spotted tabby molly with a white chest. Green eyes

Quailmist- Plump pale gray molly with distinctly dark mackerel tabby markings. Bright amber eyes

Queens: Goldenflower- Large golden classic tabby molly with white paws. Amber eyes

Frostfoot- Black molly with a white muzzle, chest, and paws. Yellow eyes

Kits: Swiftkit- Black and white tom with scruffy fur. Yellow eyes

Lynxkit- Skinny, small calico molly with tufted ears. Green eyes

Brackenkit- Large golden classic tabby tom

Cinderkit- Round dark gray molly with a white muzzle, chest, and belly

Brightkit- Golden calico molly

Thornkit- Skinny golden classic tabby tom with white paws and a white chest

Elders: Smallear- Small dark gray tom with folded ears. Hazel eyes

Whiteeye- Very pale gray molly. One blind eye, other eye is yellow

Sparrowpelt- Dark brown tom with a stub for a tail. Amber eyes

SHADOWCLAN

Leader: Raggedstar- Large dark brown mackerel tabby tom. Pale green eyes

Deputy: Brokentail- Stocky ginger mackerel tabby tom with a short muzzle. Amber eyes

Druid(s): Yellowfang- Stocky, heavily scarred mostly gray dilute tortoiseshell molly with a flat muzzle. Yellow eyes

Foggynose- Pale gray and white tom with missing fur on his nose. Green-yellow eyes

Lore-keepers: Archeye- Dark gray tom with an arch-like white marking over his left eye. Yellow eyes

Toadskip- Dark brown spotted tabby tom. Green eyes

Apprentice: Cypresspaw

Pinethroat- Pale cinnamon ticked tabby tom. Amber eyes

Quietsong- Pale silver point molly. Dark blue eyes

Warriors: Scorchwind- Heavily scarred dark ginger classic tabby tom. Amber eyes

Amberleaf- Pale ginger ticked tabby molly. Amber eyes

Blizzardwing- White tom with black ears and a black tail. Pale yellow eyes

Apprentice: Cedarpaw

Lizardstripe- Slender pale brown mackerel tabby molly with very dark stripes. Green eyes

Nightpelt- Skinny black tom with a nick in his left ear. Amber eyes

Apprentice: Starlingpaw

Clawface- Dark brown tom with black ears and three long scars on his face. Amber eyes

Frogtail- Small gray tom with a limp left hindpaw. Green eyes

Newtspeck- Tortoiseshell molly with shaggy fur and a missing patch of fur on her haunches. Amber eyes

Mudpath- Pale brown spotted tabby tom with white paws. Pale green eyes

Applefur- Short dark cinnamon classic tabby molly. Amber eyes

Apprentice: Whitepaw

Tangleburr- Dilute tortoiseshell molly with tattered ears and a scar on her muzzle. Amber eyes

Blackfoot- Large, bulky seal point tom with heavily nicked ears. Yellow eyes

Russetfur- Dark ginger ticked tabby molly. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Drizzlepaw

Sootclaw- Pale gray point tom with nicked ears. Blue eyes

Jaggedtooth- Dark gray mackerel tabby tom. Pale amber eyes

Scavengers: Mousewing- Black tom with white paws, and white chest, and a white muzzle. Yellow eyes

Thymestalker- Tall lilac lynx point tom. Green eyes

Finchflight- Short tortoiseshell molly. Pale green eyes

Apprentice: Hemlockpaw

Timberfall- Dark brown point tom. Blue eyes

Apprentice: Salamanderpaw-

Boulderpelt- Small silver tom with white paws. Green eyes

Caretakers: Rowanberry- Plump dark cinnamon spotted tabby molly. Pale green eyes

Apprentice: Poppypaw

Wolfstep- Dark gray tom with a pale belly. Yellow eyes

Deerfoot- Pale brown point tom with a white muzzle and belly. Amber eyes

Stumpytail- Skinny dark brown tom with a pale belly and a nubby tail. Green eyes

Apprentices: Cedarpaw- Large dark gray dilute tortoiseshell tom. Amber eyes

Cypresspaw- Large dark brown mackerel tabby tom. Green-yellow eyes

Poppypaw- Cinnamon and white molly. Pale yellow eyes

Peatpaw- Stocky pale cinnamon spotted tabby tom. Hazel eyes

Whitepaw- White molly with gray speckles along her back. Yellow eyes, one eye blind

Starlingpaw- Black tom with a white chest. Yellow eyes

Drizzlepaw- Pale gray spotted tabby tom. Blue eyes

Salamanderpaw- Fluffy tortie point molly with protruding front canines. Dark green eyes

Perma-queens: Hollyflower- Sleek black and white molly. Amber eyes

Queens: Fernshade- Dark dilute tortoiseshell molly. Dark green eyes

Ashpelt- Small pale gray lynx point tom with white paws. Dark amber eyes

Darkflower- Slender black molly. Amber eyes

Kits: Oakkit- Pale brown mackerel tabby tom. Green eyes

Ratkit- Small dark brown tom. Yellow eyes

Snowkit- White molly with brown ears and a brown tail. Blue eyes

Bagerkit- Black and white tom. Yellow eyes

Midnightkit- Black molly with white paws. Amber eyes

Brownkit- Dark brown tom. Pale copper eyes

Littlekit- Small, pale brown mackerel tabby tom with a short tail. Pale green eyes

Dawnkit- Cream mackerel tabby molly

Mosskit- Brown mackerel tabby tom with white paws

Volekit- Gray tom

Elders: Brackenfoot- Ginger point tom with a gray muzzle. Blue eyes

Brightflower- Dilute tortoiseshell molly with a nick in her left ear. Amber eyes

Poolcloud- Small brown and white mackerel tabby molly. Yellow eyes

Dustcloud- Pale brown moggie (he/they) with shaggy fur. Dark amber eyes

RIVERCLAN

Leader: Crookedstar- Large pale brown mackerel tabby tom with a twisted jaw. Pale green-yellow eyes

Deputy: Oakheart- Stocky cinnamon tom with a lighter belly and paws. Dark green eyes

Druid(s): Mudfur- Small pale brown tom with a darker back and ears and a long, jagged scar along his left shoulder. Pale yellow eyes

Lore-keepers: Softwing- Fluffy cinnamon calico molly. Amber eyes

Apprentice: Pebblepaw

Mallownose- Dark brown and white molly. Green eyes

Apprentice: Loudpaw

Owlpelt- Dark brown tom with white paws, a white muzzle, chest, and belly. Bright yellow eyes

Vixenleap- Black smoke molly with white paws. Amber eyes

Warriors: Whitefang- Brown and white mackerel tabby tom. Yellow eyes

Beetlenose- Large black smoke tom. Yellow eyes

Voleclaw- Gray smoke tom. Amber eyes

Graypool- Dark gray molly with a silver muzzle. Deep amber eyes

Sedgecreek- Lilac spotted tabby molly with an unusually long, plumy tail. Green eyes

Apprentice: Silverpaw

Reedtail- Dark brown mackerel tabby tom with white paws. Dark green eyes

Ivytail- Pale brown mackerel tabby molly with very dark stripes. Dark green eyes

Blackclaw- Black smoke tom. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Raypaw

Skyheart- Brown smoke molly. Blue eyes

Leopardfur- Golden spotted tabby molly with a white muzzle and paws. Amber eyes

Apprentice: Icepaw

Stonefur- Heavily scarred dark gray tom with a pale belly and muzzle. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Shadepaw

Mistyfoot- Dilute calico molly with a white chest. Amber eyes

Frogleap- Pale brown mackerel tabby tom. Pale green eyes

Whiteclaw- Black and white tom. Yellow eyes

Grasswhisker- Pale brown molly with white paws. Dark green eyes

Chubpelt- Pale golden mackerel tabby tom. Pale amber eyes

Dapplestream- Calico molly. Green eyes

Caretakers: Willowswirl- Pale gray classic tabby molly with long leg fur. Blind pale amber eyes

Petaldust- Dilute calico molly. Dark amber eyes

Apprentice: Flowerpaw

Dawnbright- Pale cinnamon calico molly. Pale amber eyes

Apprentice: Heavystep

Springstep- Pale brown and white molly. Bright green eyes

Apprentices: Silverpaw- Slender silver classic tabby molly with a white muzzle. Pale green eyes

Icepaw- White molly with dark gray ears. Amber eyes

Pebblepaw- Pale gray spotted tabby tom. Pale green eyes

Raypaw- Large dark gray smoke tom with white paws. Yellow eyes

Flowerpaw- Slender pale gray and white ticked tabby moggie (they/them). Amber eyes

Shadepaw- Lean-muscled dark gray molly. Deep amber eyes

Heavypaw- Stocky dark brown mackerel tabby tom with white paws. Amber eyes

Loudpaw- Plump pale brown mackerel tabby tom with white paws and a white chin. Pale yellow eyes

Perma-queens: Greenflower- Pale brown classic tabby molly with white paws. Green eyes

Queens: Mosspelt- Small, fluffy calico molly. Dark green eyes

Kits: Cricketkit- Dark brown tom. Amber eyes

Splashkit- Pale gray classic tabby tom. Pale blue eyes

Wavekit- Dark gray classic tabby tom with white paws. Blue eyes

Dawnkit- Ginger molly. Amber eyes

Woodkit- Dark brown tom. Pale green eyes

Robinkit- Brown calico molly. Dark green eyes

Elders: Echomist- Gorgeous, stout black smoke molly with sleek fur. Yellow eyes

Piketooth- Skinny dark brown tom with elongated canine teeth and a graying muzzle. Dark amber eyes

Shimmerpelt- Slender black molly. Yellow eyes

Rippleclaw- Large silver classic tabby tom with tattered ears and a wrenched right shoulder. Bright yellow eyes

WINDCLAN

Leader: Tallstar- Tall, slender black and white tom with large ears. Amber eyes

Deputy: Deadfoot- Skinny black tom with a twisted left front paw with nicked ears. Yellow eyes

Druid(s): Barkface- Stocky dark brown lynx point tom with a nub tail. Amber eyes

Lore-keepers: Sorrelshine- Dark brown calico molly. Green eyes

Wrenfeather- Cinnamon ticked tabby molly. Pale amber eyes

Apprentice: Fleetpaw

Flytail- Pale gray and white ticked tabby tom. Yellow eyes

Eveningheart- Ginger spotted tabby tom. Dark amber eyes

Moor-runners: Ryestalk- Tall cinnamon spotted tabby molly with three claw-mark scars across her flank. Green eyes

Stagleap- Pale brown spotted tabby tom with white paws and a white tail-tip. Amber eyes

Harefur- Pale brown molly with a white underbelly. Dark green eyes

Bristlefang- Dark gray spotted tabby molly with a tattered right ear. Yellow eyes

Patchfeather- Large black and white tom with a scar on his right shoulder. Copper eyes

Fleckear- Brown mackerel tabby moggie with a white spot on his ear, and a white chin and white paws. One yellow eye and one dark green eye

Apprentice: Onepaw

Mudclaw- Dark brown mackerel tabby tom. Amber eyes

Tornear- Pale gray spotted tabby tom with tattered ears. Amber eyes

Meadowrunner- Lanky gray ticked tabby molly. Green eyes

Paleclaw- Stocky pale gray moggie with white paws. Yellow eyes

Tunnelers: Mistmouse- Small pale gray and white spotted tabby molly with small, rounded ears. Pale amber eyes

Apprentice: Tawnypaw

Rookfeather- Black tom with very long whiskers. Amber eyes

Mousestripe- Pale brown mackerel tabby molly. Yellow eyes

Apprentice: Webpaw

Tinyfang- Small black and white tom with a nicked right ear. Dark green eyes

Pochardface- Short brown tom. Pale green eyes

Dawnbriar- Ginger ticked tabby molly with white paws and a white locket on her chest. Amber eyes

Caretakers: Rushtail- Pale cinnamon spotted tabby tom. Pale green eyes

Doespring- Petite pale brown and white molly with large eyes. Pale amber eyes

Apprentice: Whitepaw

Morningflower- Stout dilute calico molly. Amber eyes

Oatcloud- Cinnamon spotted tabby tom. Deep gold eyes

Apprentices: Onepaw- Pale brown mackerel tabby tom with white paws. Gold eyes

Webpaw- Dark gray classic tabby tom. Pale yellow eyes

Tawnypaw- Golden ticked tabby molly. Green eyes

Fleetpaw- Tall, lanky pale gray ticked tabby molly. Pale blue eyes

Whitepaw- White molly with small ginger patches along her back and a ginger tail. Vibrant green eyes

Perma-queens: Hawksoar- Dark brown molly with a pale belly and chest, and nicked ears. Bright yellow eyes

Queens: Ashfoot- Short gray ticked tabby molly with a white chest and paws. Amber eyes

Kits: Hillkit- Pale gray classic tabby tom

Downkit- Fluffy black molly

Eaglekit- Lanky pale gray ticked tabby tom with a white chest.

Elders: Appledawn- Plump, curly furred pale cream mackerel tabby molly with a graying muzzle. Yellow eyes

Cloudrunner- Tall gray and white tom with nicked ears and a long scar on his left elbow. Blue eyes

Woolytail- Bulky, curly furred dark brown and white tom. Amber eyes

Crowfur- Grizzled black tom with white paws with patches of missing fur. Yellow eyes

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS

Scourge- Small, lean black tom with one white paw and a red collar. Bright orange eyes

Henry- Old, fat brown classic tabby tom with white paws. Amber eyes

[espionn]

#10: Sorrelmoon

(this is the last one. sorry for blowing up people's dashes)

-Universe: A Cult of Stars (personal Warriors AU) -Role: Secondary/supporting -Status: Alive -Build: Small, slender, petite -Orientation: Uncertain Sorrelkit's parents were Brackenflight and Frostfoot, who had been born in ThunderClan but who left for reasons Sorrelmoon would never discover. She was born alongside her siblings Goldenkit, Rainkit, Rushkit and Blackkit (later Goldenfrost, Rainstorm, Rushheart and Blackrun). When Silverkit was found washed up and nearly dead by the river bank, Sorrelkit was one of the most insistent that she be taken in, and the two went on to be extremely close and spend almost all their time together. Brackenflight and Frostfoot were later killed in a skirmish with rogues, and the six kits - then nearly 6 moons old - had no choice but to flee for the forest. ThunderClan territory. When they were taken in, Sorrelkit immediately was drawn to the life of a medicine cat, and trained tirelessly under Dusksage to become his successor. From the beginning she was self-conscious about her status as an outsider, even though her parents had been born in ThunderClan, and strived for a close relationship with StarClan. She was discouraged when they didn't speak with her, and even with Dusksage's gentle advice that sometimes the way they showed themselves was subtle, she was desperate to know they were speaking to her. Eventually she started to lie, out of fear of being forced to be a warrior. When she still saw no signs and heard no voices, she started to double down on the warrior code and shutting others out. Silverspark in particular watched her become more hostile, more miserable, with no way to help. Sorrelmoon continued to devote her life to StarClan, burying her head in her work and isolating herself, severing her connection with Silverspark when she learned of her forbidden relationship with a ShadowClan cat and only partly making up once they were leader and medicine cat together. She eventually confided in Silverstar, but never fully made peace with her disconnect from StarClan, even when she trained her own apprentice and eventually retired. [About ACOS: A Cult of Stars is my personal Warriors-based AU. The clan system is almost entirely the same, and most parts of the lore line up with the canonical series, but with one important detail: StarClan is not real. The clans believe in StarClan, worship them, center their lives around them, but StarClan never actually existed. The reason they still believe with such conviction is because they trust their leaders and medicine cats, who claim to have seen them and spoken with them. Some spiritual leaders realize that StarClan is not real, and intentionally lie in order to take advantage of the power it grants them. Others believe that they are real, but that they have rejected them because they do not consider them worthy, and in this case they usually lie out of fear and shame. There have been a few who spoke up and said they had never been spoken to, and believed there was no StarClan at all, but those are seen as traitors and usually either forced into exile or killed.]

[bobelblogger]

Sultry Sorceress Ch ??  Big Fat Giant Wedding

Magna Milfrah of Frostfoot Clan Monk Chadus of Icebreaker Clan

Prima Zilah of Icebreaker Clan

Primar Chodin of Frostfoot Clan

Queen Nymphoria of Hedonia

Empress Tamora of Cytheria

Lady Diana (Nadia) of Fornicalia

Sir Pocy (Pussy) of Fornicalia

Mark MacMacha

Princess Cadence 

Nicolette Belladonna of Hedonia

Staby Turclonak

Thirty unconscious men and ten women lay tossed about the bed chamber like dolls in a untidy playroom.

Over the last three nights the best of the whore houses in the capital had been assembled and of those the most well endowed toys had been selected, some were fun, others broke too easily, didn't matter, one time with her was more than they deserved.

A oval font of bubbly rose petal strewn warm water awaited as a sheen robed woman sauntered through the silk curtain, two silver cherub statues one with a tray of bathing oils and skin creams the other held assorted lufas, sponges and combs for the sovereign to pick out which to use.

Perfectly primed pearly toes swirled the water to test, finding it satisfying, disrobed and glided into the foam mounds and lay spread eagle, nearby a harpist and flute duo began their harmony as crowds of people outside shouted to be heard.

"Such times and such measures taken to secure my throne, I should end the violence---not."

Horns sounding and the clatter of hooves on cobbled stone meant a crackdown, rubbing her heels together and soaping her breasts and lady bits, at first her contentment was broken by the noise, second her peace was breached by a door opening as a page boy rushed in with scrolls out of breath.

"Your Most Illustrious Angelic Majestic Royal Highness Empress Tamora, Mark was seen with Princess Cadence on-"

She sat up as the page tripped on his own feet, slid across the golden inlaid marble floor and into the water, he heroically preserved the scrolls above the water with one hand treading with the other.

Her mood and bath time ruined, snatched the parchments from him and with her free hand held him under as she eyed one fervently.

Mark MacMacha kidnapper, murderer, robber, white male, seen on ship Isebourg to Giant country with Princess Cadence as hostage in tow, to the Empress of Cytheria.

Then she eyed the other.

Magna Milfrah of Clan Frostfoot cordially invites you to the marriage of Primar Chodin Frostfoot and Prima Zilah Icebreaker in the Mountains of Giant country, the dress code is gray, light blue or teal, no whites or creams, no pets or weapons. Bring gift from list on back.

Letting the clumsy boy surface sputtering and coughing up water, Empress Tamora shouted demands.

"Get my winter wardrobe out, hail the fastest ship in the port to dock at the royal pier, bring my tailor and hair stylist, now!"

Having heard all present ran out to complete her tasks, she rose like a demigoddess of perfect erotic beauty as water trickled down her sublime and shimmering form, her grandiose globes bounced and rear swayed as the candle light off the chandelier made her glow, pussy hair gone ere faint blond fuzz in a T shape as she wrapped her curls in rollers and a towel and tied her sheen robe.

"I'll have my runaway daughter and her studly dwarf too, Mroc be praised." She said the last bit with lust and longing then seductively strutted off to be deified.

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Bound in a cozy velvet fur lined bra and thong set, cinnamon legs clad in thick silk thigh high stockings and sock slippers, magic heating be damned it was colder than ice golem cock, but enjoyable if you booked the captain's cabin above the boilers, marveling at your own drop dead gorgeous curves and sensual lips sipping coca bean nectar of warmth while modelling dresses in the mirror.

"Captain, which do you think would look better, this one or this one?" donned an exquisite flowing gown of pearl gray brocade with silver lacing centered around a pearl studded silver broach, gray elbow length gloves and solid silver roses to affix in one's hair.

"Or do you prefer the piece de renaissance, my own designed of meteorite gems." Posing yet another dress.

It's glory shined in fading baby blue as the captains mostly covered eyes saw only the sparkle of hundreds of gemstones matching formations of distant constellations amid bigger rounded crystals as suns, with it a wire hairpiece inlaid the lunar cycle in milk-glass with sparkly heels to match.

"I am in favour by finery to the former, but the latter blinds my eyes like beams of beauty."

"So the sparkly one, a future heirs gift or for my future wedding." Nymphoria said sipping with sultry sass.

"Yes, it's a work of the highest quality and design." Spoken amid eye rubbing and blinking. 

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Nicolette tried the door to what she thought was the room, most of the doors looked the same and the words weren't in any language she spoke or read, she'd left to use the toliet but afterward got turned around, nobody was still up to go banging on random doors, an ever present chill made her fox fur nightie clad tits hard as diamonds.

Her heating magic kept her from becoming a erotic ice statue, but she had to be awake to focus it, aside from interval dozes she was tired and seasick and fucking cold, but the door wouldn't budge, not for lack of trying the latch, apparently her efforts stirred someone from rest who stuck their head out into the corridor, a young blond, emerald eyes, freckled pale and stunning semi divinely looks.

"Who's walking the corridor at such an hour, are you lost?" She sounded concerned and interested not angry.

"I'm not lost, just cold and needed the loo, my rooms heating must be broken." She fibbed with a blush full face.

"Well ours works, we've got two beds here, why don't you join our party for tonight?"

From within the room a hunky male voice called out above the muffled moan of a female.

"Cady, Staby is waiting for you to make the top of the tower, I'm itching to-." cut off.

"Coming Mac, I'm inviting a fourth in our room, we cool?" She asked and he replied "Yeah, sure, cool, whatever."

"Thank you, may I borrow a heavy cloak and a mirror?" Nicolette asked.

"Come in, I have both those things."

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Nearly any doorknob or bedpost would do, Pussy needed to get bred in the worst way, her mistress for the last two days was conjuring some sexual potion or object and Lily was making sure Nadia didn't over do it and cum herself to death, Pad was heading off to the book store getting more dirty picture books,

"Hmmmm, little Paddy, surely that beef club he's lugging could be quite satisfying, Pecker-Packet." 

Grinning as her cat form took over and she bounded over the castles garden wall and followed the boy as he took the road by the river over the toll bridge past a long since cleared traveler camp and to the local bookshop. 

The door sign said no pets, 'Well screw that I can't wait for my dose of dongle-'

A wooden ball hit the ground near as Pussy turned to see it was a mutt, or rather a mutt with a leash that led to a kid, it saw her as the kid let him loose and she ran for her life, through an alley over crates and barrels of rubbish across a cobbled street just as a rider was rushing by on horseback, spooking the beast so it jumped over her and a few sealed letters fell from his saddlebags, the rider cursed but didn't notice it and went on.

Pussy turned back into her nubile body and would have torn the mutt to bits, a whistle made it stop and run away.

"Things I do for lust, life is a fucking divine comedy." At her bare feet the letters "What's this."

A deft swipe seized both and tore them open, reading the first with bemusement.

This is the result of the test for paternity, your the father, have fun telling him, next time pull out douchenut.

Little more than two lines, she crumpled it and read the next.

Magna Milfrah of Clan Frostfoot cordially invites you to the marriage of Primar Chodin Frostfoot and Prima Zilah Icebreaker in the Mountains of Giant country, the dress code is gray, light blue or teal, no whites or creams, no pets or weapons. Bring gift from list on back.

'Bingo, this'll get Nadia's attention and get me some play time with my Lil' sex kitten.'

Not bothering to turn back into a silky cat, sprinted down the alley and back past the bookstore down the road to the toll bridge and traveler camp by the river up onto the wall did a backflip off it into the courtyard and up the stairs to Nadia's study.

A large metal door with a half dozen locks on it and a dozen written signs said fuck off I'm fucking.

Transforming into poisonous mist under the crack and reformed into a supple girl of age with spikey hair flexing ears and twitchy tail. 

Some things can't be unseen, unless the sight is so horrendous your mind blocks it or buries it deep inside, the sheer amount that was inside Nadia was more than even Pussy Pocket could fathom and she had orgies with the demons and less thrilling thralls in Hell.

Buried down to her ankles inside Nadia's jay-jay Lily squirming around the distended stomach area.

"Rr grt rrt." From inside the belly moved as a patch of blond hair pushed out, then a head and neck then out  tumbled Lillian Toad in a puddle of mess.

"Its a girl, welcome to life, do we know who's the father?" Pussy shouted in mock celebration, slinking toward the birth batter bathed blond intending to lick her clean and more.

"If I didn't know your kinks and every inch a you I'd say being born is kind of new on the list." She put a hand on Lilys spunk frosted head, looking down at the blue oval shape item in her lap with glittery eyes. "Let me see it."

"Take it you feline freak, I did my part, eat a bowl of ass and wash it down with a goblet of jerk juice."

Getting up tossed it at Pussy then sashyed out the room and slammed the door.

"I am what I was born to be!" Pussy looked at the dripping egg and thought of jamming it up Lilly's ass.

'She'll come around, fucking sexy little cunt.' returning to her task hopped onto Nadia's empress size harpy feather bed cheerfully.

"I've found our next sexcation destination, purrfect for two of us to crash a party and slam some exotic cocks."

Nadia lay looking high and hungover panting like a bred mare. 'a whiff of muff treat will do the trick.'

Being a feline succubus with especially strong pheromones when hyper aroused could knock out a clan of ogres or wake a centuries asleep mountains spirit if caught downwind, Up her mistresses red valley through twin titty pass then spun around and squatted snuggly over her mouth and nose.

Stirring little by little a skillful tongue started lapping at her catfishy clit and warm breath tickled her taint, Pussypocket meowed with languid breath as her claws drew in time with her grind as she pinched, poked, probed, pricked and pawed both bulky milkjugs.

Up to now her head was in control, now her cooze took the reins whipping her into a feral frenzy, bucking like a jockey in the breeders cup spun around grabbing fistfuls of red hair yanking it so roughly the headboard split and the bed frame rocked surfing violent cresting waves of pleasure as Pussy neared climax her tail got tugged catapulting her cheap sack of ass into the canopy.

Tangled in a web of drape pull cords she still came ful circle onto the redhead in a torrent of hot demonic rain.

"Pussy, what a horny slattern you are, now my crystal hatching and astral orgy are both failures."

Slowly Nadia got up scooping some of the sizzling jizzum into her mouth and shook the rest off her resplendent form.

"I've eaten nothing but flameberries and spiced rum for two days to purge that egg from my body, didn't work."

Still straining against the cords digging into her skin every time she moved Pussy didn't say a word, forgetting in her post nut bliss she could change shape.

"But it did make the perfect aphrodisiac and time for Lily to retrieve it as I tripped giant balls on a parallel plane."

"Speaking of giants and balls I've found a invitation." Pointed to the paper by where the blue luminous orb laid.

Coming to the letter on the floor, Nadia opened and stained with lust droplets, picked it up to read.

Magna Milfrah of Clan Frostfoot cordially invites you to the marriage of Primar Chodin Frostfoot and Prima Zilah Icebreaker in the Mountains of Giant country, the dress code is gray, light blue or teal, no whites or creams, no pets or weapons. Bring gift from list on back.

"A giant wedding, this was your idea for us?" Walking to and stood under the canopy as she snapped her fingers.

Pussypocket felt her whole body shrink and fall it seemed for minutes as the bed finally met her face and bounded off into the arms of Nadia who erstwhile had transformed her into a cat, found herself unable or willing to turn back.

"Oh pretty pussy oh pussy my love what a lustful pussy you are." She lulled stroking her chin and ears gingerly as her body healed both from face fuck fog and expelling the crystal egg, time for sauna with a side of hot play.

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"Try the emerald studded gown, it's a one off looking seductive and alurring is the main idea, regality and refinement come second if everyone's staring at your milk jugs and ass so just try it."

"If that's the case your wearing what I pick so I stand out, don't care who'll be there, I'm making fashion history."

Gray silk tights gray silk frilly shirt a flaired collar with bells, a wide brim gray velvet hat with green and blue bollo feathers a silk doublet in sky blue matched boots with leather wings poking out the back, a silk sash of emerald at the waist.

"I look like a lords gay tailor, why do you even have shit this size in the closet?"

"Well if a dwarf or halfling caught my eye I wanted a trophy from them." Nadia snarked as she slipped into a diamond studded gromithil bikini set, pays to be protected, costed a fuck ton of gold and favours to get it made.

"From where do we hail, upper, mid or lower?" said Pussy in her concept of degrees and levels of the underworld.

Nadia made a hand wave and a crude portrait of an stacked hunkish man topped with a mane of smooth brown silk hanging to his chiseled abs and hardly constrained pecks of iron clad in chainmail as he held aloft the heads of a wyvern and it's rider.

"Carnald of Fornicalia, sex dreams totally recall he was quite the inarticulate chieftain of an island city state, he took as servants every homes women and kept any visitors to the land for fun in his arena."

"I was ship wrecked seeking a lost treasure and on the beach was set upon by a horde of cucked husbands, fathers and suitors who wanted me as a trade for their women, seeing as no male could out man him and every female was his bitch, it was a battle of minds."

"So I availed him and within minutes of meeting he wanted my body and wouldn't take no for a reply."

"You see he longed for a son but his women only gave him daughters, I'd agreed to fix his problem for a price."

"He took me to dinner and took me on the dinner table like a stuffed centrepiece in front of all sixty nine women who started jilling off out of envy and horniness and the pregnant ones started going into labour, by dawn four in five were knocked up or knocked out and those that gave birth half were boys."

"If I cared to let him know I spiked the food with baby quickening and his beer-milk with sperm altering elixir, he honored me M'Lady and any son I bore by him a Sir of Fornicalia, gave me a fancy baton and medallion and lands."

"I may still if he hasn't been overthrown by his own children or wives or subjects in or jumped into the sea, in plain terms I'm a noble by title and I shall go to this shindig as one."

"What do we bring as a gift?"

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She made statues of the stylists, gifted the tailor a life time trip to the men's club.

Her royal vessel Empress was impounded by the Trade Shipping Union after six of her daughter's sailed it drunk crashed into two piers then fled and she refused the duty fee, those fuckers would regret making her shit list.

Aboard the Longspear now sporting a very frozen figurehead of the naked Captain Whitestache who refused her request to sail south faster, his first mate took over and now in half the time was approaching the bay off the  coast at the barely noticeable cost of two crew and a barge tiller who was too slow to move.

She wore the captains hat and parka while using her index finger and thumb to compel the minds of the crew to work in blizzard conditions.

A smooth volcanic form thrust above the waves like a skinny dipping titans erection doing backstroke, atop the tip blazed a beacon to light the bay, drifting icebergs and compass skewing fields provided hazards a plenty to a ship besides running aground or collisions.

In no less than the time it took to divorce a shrimp cock husband on wedding night, the fog parted as the enormous bladed bow of a bigger vessel battered through the froth right for their craft and not much later plowed through it, quick thinking Tamora spied the anchor chain and magic assist jumped to the ship as the halves of Longspear set adrift and plunged below shortly after.

"Get fucked Sea God, I'll not be your brine bride today." Climbing the chain read the name in big letters on the bow.

ISEBOURG, inside her perfect breast her black heart skipped a beat and her immaculate eyelashes fluttered.

Vaulting on deck Tamora sauntered over to a hatch and unsealed it with a bit of magic, going invisible was an option but less appealing to her vain nature, a form flawless as hers demanded every sighted eye to bear witness.

Amid icy breathing through corridors she sleuthed and realized her informer hadn't actually given the room they were in, undoubtedly they boarded under fake names and in disguises, in a ship this big searching rooms would take hours.

'I must watch and wait for my prizes, if anything I'll know their voices and looks. In time may as well relive cravings.'

Tamora fantasized of Mark sealed in a box with holes to shit and eat, only his ramrod poking out to impale herself. Cadence spread on Mroc's altar throttled and lifeless as he feasted on her soul giving Tamora everlasting youth, both their clothing used as fuel to melt her staff and his claymore into dildo molds of his cock as gifts to her other daughters.

Inside her mind swam in the neurotic ocean of pleasure as tugging tide of tangible bliss pulled her deeper toward a huge pink clam she dove for out of breath it opened she grabbed its rainbow pearl and came so hard she burst into pieces.

Her inner thighs and legs glossed with jill juice as her nipples leaked milk icicles down her parted parka bared chest, hovered hands on her mound over and over drunk from her vision of victory, It was in that state she scarcely heard the midday gong sound and cabin doors began to open with passengers eager for lunch and to see the shore, she stood up straightened her outfit a bit and blended into the throng of folk.

A halfling crew member in a fruity yet adorable white uniform and pom hat strode by with a book in hand, she deftly stunned him and took it while blowing a kiss that broke the trance as soon he shrugged and moved on.

She hid the book in her bountiful breasts and kept walking, internally pleased and externally concealing her glee.

In the stairwell she flipped open the book and cast a transliteration charm to find her quarry.

Cargo Manifest, Pet Storage, Crew Rolls, Coal Stores, Passengers here we go, under her own name, Staby.

Portside, Deck B, Room O eighteen, she couldn't wait for the right time, ready or not here I cum."

Quick as her pristine legs could go found the right deck and side of the ship, shortly found the room number

Pink clercist cloak gold blond tresses amid a custom pin she had given Cadence on her fifth nameday, it was her.

A quick binding charm invisibly shackled her hands tied her tongue and made her dizzy, quickly grabbed and tossed the catch over her shoulder, it appeared like a parent holding their sleeping kid as Tamora giddily walked through the corridor to an aclove and down a hatch way, Cadence was squirming and trying to speak, passing a few crew

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A few minutes earlier.

"Wait for it, wait for it wait---ah there's the cumbardment, Wombville population one bastard."

"I said warn me, I'm not having a baby Mac, if anything I'm more than ten years from wanting a baby."

"Staby if I warned you it wouldn't be a surprise, just clean yourself up and I'll get Cady to eat your ass."

"I think Cady is busy with our new friend in the closet, what did she say her name was?" Staby jested.

"Don't know, mostly I don't want to know and if I did I'd have asked so I'd say dunno don't care."

"You really are an asshat sometimes, get me some grub and drink or I'll cork your anus with iron plug."

"Good luck with that, I'm going because I need some air and to lunch, I'll bring bacon." Mark fastened his kilt and took his claymore with him out the room.

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Riding a silver inlaid ultrafast broom two persons one tall redhead and one small blackmaned with a thick mustache traded good humor insults at the other while the pole vibrated their clits so erogenously they came twenty times in the past hour alone, being soul bonded felt the others bliss and reflected it back.

Up and over upon a cloud a rather large individual in fancy robes stood rolling and unrolling a rug or carpet.

"He seems like he's in need, what are the odds he's a Giantese as well, we should arrive with him as more cover."

Pussy floated her idea as her claws lightly gripped Nadia's thighs as her clam vice clamped the broom stick.

"You just want some megadong relief for the throb in your clenched ass, Okay we'll stop to help." Nadia muttered.

Lightly landing on the fluffy cloud, Nadia cast a charm to tread as a feather, Pussy's boot wings carried her aloft

Approaching the tall traveler who appeared garbed in simple robes of radiant colors, bald and barefoot.

"Monk Chadus of Minstrel Monastery, I perform at any ceremony barring unholy ones, rites and rhythm united."

He pronounced with an divine aura and without turning to meet them, but it was as if he did.

"You by chance traveling to a wedding in giant country?" Pussy mentioned in her best fobbish accent.

"My sibling Prima Zillah, I'm officiating the union, what business do you purport to have there?" He stoically asked.

"Yes our host is a Giantese of that name, her betrothed is Chodin, we noticed your plight and want to help."

"I'm Lady Diana and he is my partner Sir Pocy of Fornicalia, we'll help with your rug and accompany you along."

"Well, The charm on it ran out before I could make it, the closest is ten miles that a way and

[justanotherwarriorcatsfan]

Small introduction to the survivors!

I will also explain how I will do this:

I will share small things like ceremonies, injuries new cats etc but when I feel a bigger plot coming I will start an arc and basicly poke around in the game until something happens.

[theanoninyourinbox]

Longstar AU Characters -Thunderclan Edition

The first important background characters art of the New Longstar AU! Including a spoiler - Shrewpaw/leg!

Flyshadow and Coldlight are Frostfoot/Tiny/Scourge's kits, given to him by an unidentified molly loner. She did not want to keep them or be a mother, and Frostfoot was more that happy to take them home. It is unclear (aka I Will Not Tell You) if they are his by blood, but the resemblance is striking with Coldlight. Flyshadow is an optimist with an obsession with a certain blue-eyed tom and Coldlight is absolutely kitty-autistic. His special interest is learning about prey, so becoming a Tracker was a perfect fit! He's also becoming interested in a certain sandy molly, but is currently too tongue-tied around her to confess.

If you want more Arc 1 Thunderclanners, please let me know in the asks! Goldenflower is in the next batch BUT that one has Too Many Spoilers

[petalshinewc2004]

This is my other OC Frostfoot

(DNC)

[sparklyandhaunted]

"Pretty's overrated. I'd rather be awesome," Toph said.

- The Prince's Choice by Frostfoot-Dreamleaf

[dawnfinchh]

I’m very interested in the worse dad combo ever.

Also, Cinderpaw as a name sounds awesome

the worst dad combo ever (hopestar and frostfoot) is something that i'm definitely turning over in my head. it would require really specific timing, maybe too specific to feasibly work. making the parents frostfoot and then someone like tangleburr or deerfoot would fit the timeline cleaner, but, of course, would have less drama.

hopestar also already has a bunch of kits. newtspeck and ashheart's kits are his.

did you mean cinderpath's name? thank you <3

[rabbitwarriorsdesigns]