#furzeflower

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the two stillborn sisters of Cookiespots, Frostkit (black w/green eyes) and Barkkit (ginger and white w/yellow eyes) :3

both named after their dads' previous mates, Mottlefrost and Spottedbark :3

oh you bastard

[firestarishomophobic]

Ok i’m gonna update tomorrow with info on individual cats but here’s the family tree of one of my fanclans! there are two other clans but this is the only one i have a tree for thus far. this clan is called Mother’s Mountain and they’re one of the 3 bens.

ask questions if you like! about the cats, their names, the clans, or the clan structures!

here are the allegiances;

MOTHER’S MOUNTAIN

AMBASSADOR: Tormentil of the Grizzled Vow: Grey tabby tom with yellow

eyes

Apprentice–Cottonpaw

SAGE: Sallowstar: Pale tortoiseshell and white molly with amber eyes

HEALERS: Agrimony: Golden yellow tabby tom with blue eyes

Chamomile: White tom with pink eyes

Apprentice–Fernpaw

WARRIORS: Orachesight: Dark reddish-ginger tabby molly with one green eye

and one blue eye

Brackenstalk: Small orange tabby molly with green eyes

Apprentice–Mudpaw

Mossnose: Soft gray tabby molly with blue eyes

Peatstrike: Muscular, dark brown tabby tom with silver blue eyes

Streamstep: Soft silver tabby molly with blue eyes.

Shadyears: Small, black and white tom with bright green eyes

Cliffpounce: bright, tortoiseshell and white molly with green eyes

CAMPKEEPERS: Foxburrow: Dark orange tabby molly with green eyes

Furzeflower: Golden yellow tabby tom with green eyes

Lichenrock: Long-furred black molly with amber eyes

Echocave: Gray and cream tortoiseshell molly with yellow eyes

Shinebelly: Orange and white tom

QUEENS: Spiderweb: small black tom with three legs

Sunnyheart: Shiny brown tabby molly with blue eyes

APPRENTICES: Cottonpaw: White molly with pink eyes

Fernpaw: Orange molly with blue eyes

Mudpaw: brown tom

KITS: Heathkit: Dark tortoiseshell and white molly

Stonekit: brown-gray molly

ELDERS: Bramblingleap: Tortoiseshell tabby molly with amber eyes

Beetleclaw: Black molly

Shrewnose: Dark brown tom

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my idea is that Birchhawk (and two others who I am making right now 👀) are the Dark Kits of Webstripe and Furzeflower

it's a Brownmouse situation where Webstripe didn't realize that Furzeflower was trans FtM until after Furze had the kits

Based on the timeline, it was probably a one night stand that Webstripe had when he was grieving the fadings of Lilywater and Begonialeaf

Webstripe: "AGAIN?!"

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Trans males in the DF:

--Fadingstar

--Brownmouse

--Furzeflower

--Fidgetguts

--Fishdrop

Cats I might make trans:

--Tanglestar (he’s a tortie)

--Skunkspots

Trans females in the DF:

--Froststorm

--Cam

--Hoppaw

Bonus trans characters:

--Jackdawecho

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Dark Forest Residences: Firetooth & Furzeflower

Firetooth

Aliases / Nicknames: Honey, Love, My Fire

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Furzeflower (mate)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Shadowclan, Starclan (formerly)

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: manipulates her mate into killing his new love to punish them both for moving on, bullies those she thinks are weird

Number of Victims: 3

Number of Murders: 1 (indirectly)

Murder Method: manipulates others into killing for her

Known Victims: Sparkstream, Furzeflower, Spottedbark

Victim Profile: cats she thought was weird, her mate, her mate’s new love

Cause of Death: drowned, killed by Buzzhop

Cautionary Tale: not all visits from a Starclan cat is a visit from a friend

Story:

She didn’t care much when Sparkpaw left for Riverclan. She was always too weak anyways. Besides, now that she was gone, Buzzhop would stop shouting at her every time she tried to... build Sparkpaw’s courage.

She hadn’t thought much of it when Buzzhop woke her up and asked to take her on a walk, too tired to. But as her mind cleared, something had felt wrong, and she tried to walk away.

But Buzzhop wasn’t having it. She had bit deep into Firetooth’s scruff, dragging her through the trees and across the pebbly shore in spite of Firetooth’s desparate attempts to claw her away. She couldn’t get away as her head was held beneath the lake’s surface, and was greeted in Starclan by Snakelight, a fellow victim.

She spent many bitter moons in the starry fields, spending most of her time watching over her Clan, and feeling glee as she witnessed Buzzhop impaled on a branch.

What most certainly did not bring her joy was seeing her mate, Furzeflower, find someone new.

Some other cats tried to get her to calm down, saying things like “it’s only natural,” and “you should want him to be happy.”

No. He was moving on, and by doing so he was forgetting her. He was erasing her memory. 

She didn’t care what rules she broke to contact him and his dreams, angered by the joy he showed in seeing her again, and let him know that if he truly was so happy to see his mate again, he wouldn’t have gotten a new one.

He was sad to break up with Spottedbark, but said that he would do it for Firetooth. 

But it gave Firetooth an idea. Furzeflower needed to be punished for moving on, and Spottedbark needed to be punished for taking what was hers.

Two birds with one stone.

It took time, but finally Furzeflower broke under her constant pestering. 

Firetooth could have bounced with joy. That is, until she was confronted by a group of furious Starclan warriors, Spottedbark included, and exiled into the Place of No Stars.

Furzeflower

Aliases / Nicknames: Sweetie

Gender: tom

Sexuality: hetersexual, biromantic

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed brother, Firetooth (mate, formerly), Spottedbark (mate)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: warrior, kittypet

Characteristics: kills his new mate to honour his first mate’s wishes, manipulated into killing

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: biting throat

Known Victims: Spottedbark

Victim Profile: his mate

Cause of Death: age-related complications

Cautionary Tale: be wary of what you are told. Are the wishes of your loved ones the best wishes for all?

Story:

He was four moons old when Sparkpaw left, too young to see his to-be mate in her cruelty. 

Well, almost. When he became an apprentice, Firepaw was mean to him as well, but he took it as some hazing, and put up with it. 

Spottedpaw, another young apprentice who was kits with him, experienced it as well. Unlike him, she was willing to yell at Firepaw for it, as well as go to their mentors. Having to clean out the elders’ den, Furzepaw could tell that Firepaw wasn’t too happy at the young she-cat.

He had decided to take the blame, putting Firepaw’s attention to him. Her bullying would continue, and Furzepaw hated to find that he was catching feelings for the mean she-cat.

But he was happy when Firepaw came to him and explained, albeit rudely, that she liked him. They decided to become mates when they both earned their warrior names, and did just that. 

They lived happily together, Firetooth’s mean insults becoming simple banter. But it wasn’t long after that her body was found in the lake.

Furzeflower had mourned like no other, refusing to leave his nest or let go of the parts that still held Firetooth’s sent.

The only one able to finally make him stand was Spottedbark. She was supportive, making sure he ate, checking on him regularly. Furzeflower felt bad at first when he realized that he was beginning to really care for the kind she-cat, until he told himself that Firetooth would want him to be happy.

That is what he told himself.

He was devastated to find out otherwise, and held back tears as he told Spottedbark that he wanted to break up.

He tried not to listen as Firetooth became more and more angry, wanting him to hurt Spottedbark in worse and worse ways, spinning lies about her that he knew were lies but that he just couldn’t take anymore.

He took Spottedbark out on a private walk. Sneaking away, he climbed a tree and bounced on her, trying to snap her neck quickly. But she had survived, and he was forced to fight her, see her shock, feel her desperate attempt to get away before he finally clamped his jaws on her throat.

His guilt was immeasurable, and his mind felt crazed when even then, Firetooth stopped visiting him. He had done what she wanted, broke for her, and she was silent.

He was no warrior. So he left, becoming a kittypet and living in shame until he was taken to the housefolk’s medicine twolegs.

Additional Information:

--Firetooth stopped visiting because she was exiled into the Dark Forest at the same time he exiled himself. That, and also she stopped caring after her goal was done.

--Furzeflower’s scar is from Spottedbark.

--Furzeflower’s collar also most likely looks different than the buckle that is shown, as cat collars should not look like that and should instead be able to unclip easily in case the feline gets trapped in a bush or some other thing (luckily Jackdawfoot’s victims’ owners didn’t know of that).

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Webstripe: why do I hear boss music

Martenstep, Nettledeer, Cloverfox, and Clawbear, having just left Myrtlewing's den, on their way to the Steamlands to beat the everloving fuck out of Webstripe:

Webstripe: they're all so nice, so it's not gonna be a huge problem! right?..................right?

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First Place (short story)

“Martenstep! Nettledeer! Wait up!” Furzeflower called out, panting as he struggled to catch up to his friends.

Nettledeer simply smirked at Furzeflower as he bounded over the crudely drawn line in the dirt. “Last place again? You really need to step up your game.” he gloated playfully.

Martenstep simply rolled his eyes and cuffed Nettledeer on the ear, earning a yelp from the yellow and brown tom. “Come on, Nettie, go easy on the guy.” Martenstep chided Nettledeer. “Furzeflower’s older than us, and he’s put on a lot of weight lately.”

Furzeflower blushed and looked down at his rounded stomach. He had been growing plumper as of late, but he didn’t think he was getting fat enough for his friends to notice. And it wasn’t like he had been eating more than usual lately either. Come to think of it, he had only started putting on the weight just three moons ago, after his… encounter… with Webstripe…

Furzeflower flinched and shoved down the memories of the silvery-white tabby tom away. No use thinking about him. It was a one-time thing and a one-time thing only.

Nettledeer looked at Furzeflower guiltily. “Sorry, Furzeflower.” he apologized shamefully.

“You’re fine.” Furzeflower chuckled.

Martenstep smiled. “Let’s go, shall we?”

Nettledeer nodded, and the two turned around and began to bound back to their dens. Furzeflower turned to follow them… but then he felt a sharp pain lance through his stomach. A grunt of surprise escaped his mouth.

“…Furzeflower? Are you alright?” Martenstep called out, craning his head to look back at his friend with concern.

“I’m fi-” Furzeflower attempted to reassure Martenstep, but he was cut of by another lancing pain in his stomach, this one strong enough to make him dig his claws into the dirt to keep himself from falling over.

“Furzeflower!” Martenstep bounded over, Nettledeer closely behind him. Both cats’ eyes were rounded with worry.

“I-” Furzeflower once again tried to comfort his friends, but yet another lancing pain shot its way through his stomach. This one was the strongest one yet, and he collapsed on his side with a yowl of pain. From there, the lancing pains became more and more rapid, and all he could do was stare up at Martenstep and Nettledeer in pure terror. They were now talking to each other, but the pain was so strong was that he could barely hear them.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“What else could it be, you mousebrain?”

“But he’s so ol-”

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW! We need to find Myrtlewing, NOW!”

That was the last thing Furzeflower heard before he blacked out.

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“See, guys? I told you he’d be fine! It’s amazing what our bodies can do, really… Oh! Looks like he’s coming to!”

Furzeflower slowly came to, blinking his eyes groggily and looking up as his vision unblurred. Five cats were surrounding him - Martenstep, Nettledeer, Cloverfox, Clawbear, and in the center of them all, Myrtlewing. Furzeflower’s friends looked at him with a mix of emotions clouding their eyes, while Myrtlewing simply smirked at him knowingly.

“Furzeflower! You’re alright!” Cloverfox cried out, surging towards him and licking the top of his forehead. Furzeflower simply took it with confusion.

“Hello, Furzeflower.” Myrtlewing greeted, his disembodied head swaying back and forth. “Did you have a nice nap?” he joked, exposing sharp, bloodstained teeth. Martenstep cuffed the medicine cat on the ear, while Clawbear tried his best to stifle a loud laugh and failed miserably.

“What… happened…?” Furzeflower slurred, looking back and forth in a daze while letting his senses come back to him. His insides felt like they had been torn into shreds, and he could smell… milk??? Where was that coming from?

“You started complaining of stomach pains and blacked out after our race.” Martenstep explained gently, curling his tail around his paws as he did so. “Nettledeer and I brought you to Myrtlewing’s den, and Cloverfox and Clawbear joined when they heard what was happening.”

“I just wanted to play with the kits.” Clawbear pouted, exposing his massive front teeth as he did so. Nettledeer swatted his ear gently.

Wait… did Clawbear just say… kits?!

Furzeflower suddenly registered the tiny mewling of kits and the kneading of tiny paws at his belly. He shifted his body upwards, trying his best to ignore the storm of pain that overtook his body as he did so, and looked down at his belly

What he saw made his heart explode.

Three kits were nestled snugly at his belly, suckling furiously and occasionally squeaking and shoving each other out of the way. There was a dark brown kit with a black stripe running down its back, black paws, and a black tail, a light gray tabby kit, and a ginger and white kit. Tiny, perfect, and undeniably his.

“Congratulations, Furzeflower.” Myrtlewing announced with a giggle. “You’re a father now.”

Furzeflower almost wanted to laugh. It was so painfully obvious in hindsight. But he couldn’t force a single sound to come out of his mouth. All he could do was stare down at his children - his children! - with his mouth agape and his heart threatening to burst.

“I know that feeling well.” Cloverfox chuckled, rubbing her cheek against Furzeflower’s with a loud purr. “I felt exactly the same when I had my little ones.” She looked away, the sadness of memories long passed clouding her eyes.

“I… I…” Furzeflower was at a complete and total loss for words. He instead chose to lean down and run his tongue over his kits. They stilled briefly as the bristles of his tongue touched their fur, before returning to suckling at a much slower and calmer pace, the feeling of their father’s tongue clearly having a comforting effect on them. Once again, his heart nearly threatened to burst.

“Gotta say,” Nettledeer broke the silence, “I wasn’t expecting you to hook up with Webstripe, of all cats.” he chuckled.

Furzeflower finally tore his gaze away from his kits to stare up at Nettledeer with shock. “Wha- how- no- you-” he stammered, his face flushing red. Nettledeer and Clawbear simply snickered. 

“It’s kind of obvious.” Martenstep admitted. “The tabby looks just like him, just a darker shade of gray.” Cloverfox nodded in agreement.

Furzeflower looked down at his kits again. Martenstep was right - the tabby’s stripes looked exactly like Webstripe’s. Furzeflower wasn’t going to let that bother him, though. He’d love his children until the day he faded, no matter what or who they looked like.

“Got any ideas for names?” Myrtlewing asked. “If it helps, the brown one and the gray tabby one are toms, and the ginger and white one is a she-cat.”

Two sons and a daughter. It took all of Furzeflower’s energy to not burst into tears of joy right there and then. He looked down at his kits again, then back up at Myrtlewing. “I have the perfect names.” he announced pridefully.

Truth be told, he had been preparing for this day since before he had even died. He’d never thought he’d be able to get to use the names he had spent so long planning. His friends’ ears perked up in curiosity.

Furzeflower looked down at his kits. “Birchkit,” he announced, running his tongue over the brown and black tom, who purred and snuggled up closer to his father’s belly. “Smokekit”, he continued, running his tongue over the light gray tabby tom, who squeaked in protest. “And Foxkit.” he finished, running his tongue over the ginger and white tabby she-cat, who slapped his belly with her paw in retaliation.

“After me?” Cloverfox gasped, blushing furiously. “Furzeflower, you shouldn’t have!” Furzeflower only had the strength to lightly bat at his friend with a playful purr.

“Great names!” Myrtlewing complimented Furzeflower, before turning to the other four cats. “Now, I think you should probably leave. It’s getting crowded in here, and I think you all should give Furzeflower some privacy. He’s had a long day, after all.”

“No fair!” Clawbear complained with another massive pout. Cloverfox simply chuckled and led the large brown tabby tom out of the den, Martenstep following them shortly after.

Nettledeer started to follow them, but Furzeflower interrupted him. “Nettledeer?” he called out.

Nettledeer turned to look at his friend curiously.

“I may have come last place in our race,” Furzeflower laughed, “but I definitely came first place overall.” He shifted his paw, accidentally brushing up against Birchkit’s ear, who began to wail loudly. Furzeflower immediately pulled his son closer to him and began to lick him, whispering words of comfort as he did so.

Nettledeer watched the scene unfold in front of him and chuckled. “You certainly did, buddy.” he laughed, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he called out before slinking out of the den.

Furzeflower’s mind was still spinning at a million miles per hour, but he continued to focus on consoling Birchkit, exhaling with relief as the little brown and black tom relaxed, dozing off in between his father’s paws.

With a chuckle, Furzeflower picked up Smokekit and Barkkit and gently placed them next to their brother, cradling all three of his children in his paws. As he watched them snooze gently, his heart threatened to burst wide open for what felt like the millionth time that day. He ran his tongue over the kits one more time. “Good night, my little champions.” he murmured softly, before lowering his head and drifting off to sleep, happier than he had been in moons.

Notes:

-Made Clawbear the fifth member of the friend group because I think he deserves more love and also because I can

-Foxkit’s prefix being the same as Cloverfox’s suffix was a giant coincidence! I imagine these were names for kits Furzeflower came up with with either Firetooth or Spottedbark, back when he was still alive, ofc :3

-Hopefully I got all of their personalities right!

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okay now that my feelings are out of the way, the reviews:

--SO FRICKEN CUTE

--Aw Cloverfox

--Myrtle’s evil and professional personalities were perfectly shown and balanced here!

--Damn, Furze was unconscious while giving birth? Lucky son of a b

--I imagine Smoke, as stated, has the exact same stripes as Webstripe and the only difference is there’s some more spots (and/or maybe some of the stripes are broken up into pieces?)

--Myrtle waving his head like a Jack-in-The-Box

--Claw’s gonna be SUCH a fun uncle when the kits are old enough

--Got more feelings to express. Hang on, 

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okay wait I had an adorable idea

I have FurzeTawny on the brain now

and I was looking at Furze's ref and noticed that he likes the smell of baking cookies

so what if Furze and Tawny have a kit and name them Cookiekit

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also Tawnymoon adopts Birchhawk, Smokedust, and Foxrose as his own when he gets with Furzeflower (even though Birch, Smoke, and Fox are fully grown by this point) and Birch, Smoke, and Fox will often loudly refer to Tawnymoon as "Dad" or "Papa" whenever Webstripe is around

oh my god yes

I feel like Tawny would enjoy rubbing it in too

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The other two kits of Webstripe and Furzeflower!

The gray tabby on the top is named Smokedust, and he is a tom. The brown and white cat on the bottom is named Foxrose, and she is a she-cat!

I love their designs and their names!!

Smokedust definitily calls Webstripe dad because he knows it bothers him and he wants to mess with him

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I know I’m the one who made his design, but I love how Furzeflower looks

he’s just a soft man! A lil polite guy!

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Say it with me:

Furzeflower deserved better

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look at this man!!

you telling me he wouldn’t get a dumb hunky bf?

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Furzeflower’s mate should be:

—bigger than him

—protective

—stupid

basically a himbo

Furzeflower is the opposite, shy and doesn’t speak out for himself, kind of on the skinny side, very smart (but doesn’t believe it)

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Wait hold on I have a horrid idea

Remember Frostkit and Barkkit, Cookiespots's two sisters, the daughters of Furzeflower and Tawnymoon?

I originally said they were stillborn

but

what if they were instead the two kits who died from Scab and Blight's poisoning prank?