#leafheart

[signs-of-the-moon]

Happy Mother’s Day! Here’s some of the moms so far in SOTM. We celebrate all mothers here, from the biological, to the adoptive, to the honorary.

Except shitty moms. They get banished to the Shitty Moms Club in cat hell

[pumpkinclan]

PumpkinClan Moon 0: Prologue

The fluffy gray tabby awoke with a start, opening his eyes to find himself in a curious location. Although the moon hung in the night sky, stars glistening, the ground beneath his paws seemed to radiate a sort of warmth that was unfamiliar to him. He stood up, unsteady, shaking his head at his surroundings. A beautiful grove met his gaze, huge oak trees stretching as high as he could see, the scent of prey around every corner, beds of colorful flowers and herbs, and the ground littered with odd objects that the tabby didn't recognize. They were round and orange, with stems and leaves protruding from them. The tabby padded over to one, curious as to how it seemingly hung from the vines scattered across the grove. He prodded at it with its paw, startled to hear a purr of amusement as he did so.

"Who's there?" the tabby called, confused. He turned around, and let out a gasp of shock upon seeing a black-and-white she-cat standing behind him. She held his gaze, a gleam in her narrowed eyes. The tabby knew this she-cat. He knew her very well. And he didn't think he'd ever see her again. At least...not for a while. "Bloomstar," he breathed, rushing towards her to greet her properly. "Is it really you? It feels like it's been moons!"

As the she-cat purred, touching her nose to the tabby's, the tom couldn't help but realize how different his former leader looked. Before her death, Bloomstar had looked frail, thin, and weak, barely anything more than skin and bones. Her fur had clung to her frame, and she constantly looked like she was lost in a daze. Her death had been long, and painful. But now, she stood with her head held high, with bright eyes and a neatly groomed pelt - a pelt that almost seemed to shine in the moonlight.

Death...

The tabby blinked. "Oh. I understand now. This is StarClan, isn't it? I died."

Bloomstar sighed. "Yes, Leafheart, you did. You died from the same terrible sickness that led to my end as well. Fortunately, you will be the last. Shortly after your death, Galespeck found a cure. It won't be easy to get over it, and our once great Clan has been reduced to almost nothing, but I have faith. Bitterspeck will make a good leader. In fact, she'll be visiting here soon, to receive her nine lives."

"So...this is really StarClan?" Leafheart mewed, glancing around. "It is beautiful...but it's not what I expected."

"We view StarClan as how our camp used to look: before the Twolegs, before the droughts, before sickness and starving and hard times. Back when our home was beautiful, and we were strong and feared. Now our home is nothing but a dirty wasteland." Bloomstar spat out the words, speaking of their old home as if she'd seen it herself.

"I guess this is a pumpkin, then?" Leafheart asked, gesturing towards the orange object. Bloomstar purred.

"Quite right, Leafheart. A shame that the plant we were named for no longer grows in our territory. Maybe one day, they'll find their way back to us." Bloomstar shook out her fur, then nodded to Leafheart. "Come; it's time you met the others, and took your place upon the ranks of StarClan. We cannot stand reminiscing on the past forever."

Leafheart wanted to argue that Bloomstar was doing more "reminiscing" than he was, but he still had that instinct to immediately obey his leader. As Bloomstar padded away from the grove, Leafheart followed, feeling as though his own fur was beginning to shine with starlight.

-

Hello there, and welcome to PumpkinClan!

PumpkinClan, once a group of proud, beautiful cats who boasted their fine territory and large number of warriors, has been reduced to nothing but a few stragglers in a dump. However, this small Clan refuses to die, and no matter how many tragedies hit them, they'll always keep kicking!

PumpkinClan is a Clan I'm playing through on ClanGen (find them over at @ officialclangen), and I thought it'd be fun to give them a complete narrative and chronicle their journey over here on Tumblr.

Updates will be very infrequent as I am about to go on a trip and I have school, so just expect this to continue - whenever I feel like it!

I hope you enjoy reading about my Clan's silly stories and escapades! You can find my main over at @brainrotgobrr!

[go-go-devil]

Captain Leafheart, 2002-2023

Today my dear pet frog, whom I named Captain Leafheart, died in his miniature pond. I made sure to bury him under the same backyard trees as my deceased mammalian pet, for his legacy was just as great as theirs!

Originally he wasn't even my frog. He once belonged to my cousin, but around ten years after getting him he moved out to college and decided not to bring his frog with him. My aunt, already having several other animals to take care of, asked me if I was willing to take in the amphibian, and since I had lost the last of my own frogs not too long I happily obliged!

I ended up renaming him to "Captain Leafheart" a few years later due to his original name being the same as an old friend I had drifted apart from after high school, which made me a bit uncomfortable with keeping it (a major improvement I'd say!).

I've always enjoyed caring for frogs, and the Captain was certainly remarkable. His nighttime croaking was always a pleasure for me to listen to, as was witnessing him hunting all of the crickets I'd buy for and flies I'd catch for him. Once he started living with me he got to experience the texture of moss for the first time, and I'll never forget how long he laid in the first batch I harvested for him <3

His living space also happened to be in my rec room, and so he was treated to a whole lotta music from my vinyl records, or at least as much as his eardrums could pick up (which probably wasn't much at all). Tree frog eardrums are very limited in what acoustic patterns they pick up on.

Also before anyone asks, don't worry! I did play Captain Beefheart for Leafheart, Trout Mask Replica to be precise. Hopefully there were enough frog frequencies in that insanity of an album for him to enjoy!

Leafheart lived a remarkably long life for an animal, and especially for an Australian green tree frog! Rest in Peace, Captain. You brought such joy to my life in your own humble way 🐸

[starlightsailfish]

Yassss the queens!!! :D Kerry joins the SAW Warriors AU and Perez gets an updated look!

More under the cut!

NobleStar/NobleWish (Kerry) - Leader of Thunderclan. Careful and methodical, she has been investigating the mysterious murders that have taken several of her warriors and friends including MapleStone (Tapp) and LarkSong (Sing). She is the youngest of the forest's leaders.

LeafHeart (Perez) - Riverclan warrior and close friends with its deputy, StoneFrost (Peter). When he disappeared, she took his place as deputy but found her loyalty tested as her heart began to yearn for NobleStar and what could never be...

[acornhowlclan]

✨INSPIRATION STICKER PACK✨

These are all the comics/ocs that have inspired me on my journey to make Acornpaw's Howl :) 

OC credits:

Pinepaw and Houndheart  - @razmerry and @barrenclan

Fishwhisker  - @the-exiled-comic

Leafheart - tigersunii on ig

Honeywhisker - papaya_draws_06 on ig

Burntpaw - sleetstep on ig

River - paintedpaw on ig

Crowsong - louixie on ig

Honeypaw - the.fallen.oak on ig

Cloudpaw - @cloudedskieswc

Mudpaw - @rileys-battlecats

Blizzardfang - blueheart_arts on ig

Lostgaze - @theimmortalhate

Saltburn - @nanistar

Maplestar - anewclanseries on ig

[mansion-of-haunts]

solve it squad solve it squad doo be doo ba doo be do da where did you go

oakpounce (keith), leafheart (scrags), whiteberry (gwen), and myrtlesnap (esther)

plus grunch moments

[healing-fire--rewrite]

I'm no longer able to fit this into Healing Fire due to the erasure of twolegs, so here's the original rewrite of Firestar's Quest because I'm very proud of it and love it very very much.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Sweetflower (Princess) and Sandstorm go and create Modern SkyClan together. Fire has his dreams as per FQ, but as he's the only advisor of Thunder Sect, he's like "I would fucking love to help but I cannot". He confides in Sandstorm, Greystripe, and Sweetflower about it, and Sweetflower's like "hey, I'm your kin, which means I also don't have Sect blood. I'll go rebuild the Sky Sect in your place!" Sandstorm is like "not without me, you're not!"

So they talk with Bluestar and she lets them go. Tawny, who stayed with the Thunder Sect but never really felt like a part of it, volunteers to go as well. She and Bramble still haven't received their warrior names- they're still being treated as evil disasters waiting to happen.

Tawny ultimately decides to stay and live with live Sky Sect; they don't know her family history, after all, and she truly feels connected to these cats. She eventually (years down the line) becomes deputy!

The main argument between Sweetflower and Sandstorm is Kittypet Life vs Warrior Life, instead of Dead Girl vs Alive Girl. Sweetflower believes that Boris and Cherry can absolutely live as both warriors and house cats; Sandstorm insists they can't. Sweetflower knows what it's like to be forced to choose between two things you love; Sandstorm is scared that she's going to leave her.

Name Changes Leafdapple → Leafheart Cherry → Same change as FQ Boris → Applepelt Tawnypaw → Tawnyfur Sharpclaw → Waspclaw Clover → Cloverbelly Echosong → Echocreek Petalnose → Petalfur Patchfoot → Patchfur Hutch → Briarstripe Lichen → Lichenshade

[wc-of-dnd]

Drawings from this universe

Characters: Harebloom, sworn Deputy of the Kingdom of Thunder and Storms. (Harengon)

Leafheart, warlock of the Kingdom and undivine patron of Harebloom. (Wood Elf)

Characters: Orchidcrown (-star), Leader of the Kingdom of Thunder and Storm.

Smokestar (-stack) Former Leader of the Kingdom of Thunder and Storm, father of Orchidcrown.

[Image description: Six drawings of the above listed characters, both tieflings, in a rough, sketchy style.

The first drawing shows a younger tiefling man (Smokestar) and a tiefling child in a dress holding flowers (Orchid).

The second drawing shows an older version of the tiefling man posing with the tiefling girl for a photograph/painting. The man is posed expressionlessly, as paintings were posed at the time while the girl is giving the viewer the peace sign, winking

The third drawing shows the tiefling girl with her hair down, and a confused and angry expression. Tears are streaming down her face.

The fourth drawing shows Orchidcrown being hugged by a rabbit-like person.

The fifth drawing shows the girl wearing a dress and holding flowers, next to a statue. The engraved bottom of the statue is labelled 'Our beloved king'.

The last sketch is an image of the older male Tiefling (Smokestar)'s face in close up. His chin and neck are stained a darker color that is implicitly blood.

[oc-culture]

a warrior cat named leafheart :)

What was your guy’s first OC?

[signs-of-the-moon]

Moon High: Chapter 21

Warriors came rushing to aid as they heard the cry of the ginger she-cat ring clear across the forest. Leafheart hunched over the mutilated body of her son, Flamepaw, and Moonpaw watched on helplessly. There was so much happening all at once that it was hard to concentrate.

Moonpaw blinked, seeing Thornberry and some of the other mentors gather to console the grieving she-cat. Then, in the next moment, when Moonpaw blinked again, Smokepaw was beside her. He appeared to be speaking, judging by the movement of his mouth, but no words could be heard. The only thing Moonpaw could hear was the rapid thumping of her heart and a ringing in her ears. She tried to force herself to pay attention. But it was difficult. She didn't feel like she was present at the moment. Her body didn't feel like her own.

Moonpaw stared with wide unfocused eyes at the smokey gray tom. He continued to try and communicate. Then Smokepaw's brows furrowed as he realized Moonpaw couldn't understand him. He turned, and Moonpaw blinked again.

The next thing she knew, she was being led through the woods. Beepaw walked on one side of her, just behind Smokepaw. She was saying something, but again, nothing seemed legible to Moonpaw.

Time flew away from her like a bird on a strong gale, because the next thing she knew, the group was entering Treeclan's camp. Mothsong and Berrypaw ran over to them, checking every cat over. They seemed so distant to Moonpaw, like they were walking just at the edge of her vision. Smokepaw gestured towards his littermate, and for the first time in a while, Moonpaw could partially make out what was being said.

"She's... ...shock," Mothsong noted, her words cutting in and out of Moonpaw's consciousness. Moonpaw could barely feel the brush of the medicine cat's tail against her shoulder as she was prompted to follow towards the healer's den. An orange blob lay near her feet as she passed. Yet her mind wouldn't allow her to focus well enough to see exactly what the shape was.

Moonpaw then found herself settling into a nest as the calico she-cat brought over some herbs. I'm not sick, Moonpaw protested internally, confusion clouding her mind. She wasn't the one who should be tended to right now. But Mothsong didn't seem to think so, judging by the look of concern on her face.

"...eat...." Moonpaw barely heard her say. And though she felt like taking the medicine was pointless, Moonpaw followed directions anyways. She swallowed bitter plants first--thyme and goatweed, Moonpaw remembered their names being. Next, a tiny seed rolled onto her tongue and slithered down her throat, just as a soothing scent entered into her nostrils. Chamomile? Moonpaw guessed as her head grew heavy. She saw Mothsong in front of her. The beautiful medicine cat signed the word "sleep" in the Silent Language. Then, as if on command, Moonpaw found herself being pulled into a deep, restless slumber.

An uncountable amount of time passed before Moonpaw stirred awake. Her head felt heavy and body felt numb as all of her consciousness returned to her at last. She could finally think and see clearly. The medicine Mothsong had given her worked wonders on her foggy mind. But now Moonpaw felt stiff as a log. Stretching, the silver and white she-cat moved to stand from her nest. But before she could, a rustling sounded from the entrance of the medicine den. Moonpaw curled back up into her sleeping spot, not wanting to be reprimanded for leaving it before she was given permission. Two cat-scents made their way to her nose, before she could see who was coming.

"I'm glad I could catch you," Moonpaw recognized the smell and mew of Mothsong.

The second scent belonged to Wolfheart. "I was already on my way here. I wanted to check on Moonpaw."

"You must be Starclan sent, then."

"What do you mean?"

The medicine cat ushered the gray and white tom deep into the den, past Moonpaw and closer to the medicine stores. She didn't speak a word, but motioned for the tom to make himself comfortable.

Wolfheart wrapped his tail around himself as he sat, his back facing Moonpaw.

"Has something happened?" Wolfheart spoke aloud the question his daughter had in mind. His voice was pleading, begging to know what knowledge Mothsong withheld. Moonpaw peered through half-squinted eyes, trying to gauge what was going on without being caught.

Mothsong sat next to the wall of her den, too distant to notice her patient had woken up. Her focus was rested on Wolfheart. A turbulent expression took over her features as she paused a moment or two to find the right things to say.

"Starclan sent me a dream early this morning. A prophecy they wish to be shared."

"A...prophecy?" Wolfheart sounded to be in disbelief. Moonpaw shared his sentiment. Prophecies were rare. It was even rarer for them to be shared with an ordinary cat. But if Mothsong was so insistent with telling Wolfheart about it, then he must be involved somehow.

Excitement began to bloom in Moonpaw's chest. Was Wolfheart a prophecy cat? That would mean he would be a hero, just like in the stories of the ancients Badgerface spoke of!

Mothsong lifted her chin, her eyes growing dim. When she parted her jaws to recite Starclan's words, she spoke in a voice that did not sound like her own. "A great threat lurks, brought forth by darkness and forged by wolf's strength. Only when the moon can face its fate will the night rise. Do whatever possible to keep its light alive."

The air grew thick with tension as silence settled in. A few heavy moments passed. Mothsong appeared to return to normal. Still, there was unease between both the adult cats.

Wolfheart swayed his tail thoughfully. "...What does it mean?"

Mothsong shook her head. "I do not know. But this is the message Starclan has asked me to share."

"And they wanted you to share it with me...? Why? Do you think...it has something to do with my daughter?" Her father's fur was bristling, as if he were afraid. The faint scent of fear creeped its way to Moonpaw's nose, confirming her suspicion. Was he scared that Starclan had wanted to share a message with him? Or was he more fretful of what the prophecy meant? Moonpaw, too, found herself wondering what their words foretold. It wasn't the prediction of grandeur and heroism she had hoped for her father. Instead it sounded to be a more illfated warning.

"It's a possibility. But there's a chance the message could be more metaphorical as well. All I know for certain, is that things will reveal themselves in their due time."

"That's true." Wolfheart sighed. "I just...hope this doesn't mean Moonpaw's in danger." Moonpaw saw Wolfheart's head shift. He must have been glancing at her over his shoulder. But she couldn't exactly see his eyes from the direction his body faced. There was a sag of guilt in the gray and white tom's posture, as if whatever was prophesied was his fault. Love and sympathy squeezed Moonpaw's heart. She wanted so badly to sit up and comfort her father, but she would be caught easedropping if she were to do so.

Mothsong rested her tail upon Wolfheart's shoulder reassuringly. "Whatever happens is in the paws of Starclan. But they have never steered us wrong before. So please, have faith in them, and whatever their plans may be."

I will keep faith in them, Moonpaw swore, peering over at her dad as she hoped he'd do the same.

The gray and white tom fell silent for a moment. "...I trust your wisdom, Mothsong. But please, if you learn anything new, let me know first."

"Of course." Mothsong blinked slowly.

As if summoned by the thought of him, Wolfheart turned around to face his kit. Moonpaw quickly shut her eyes, hoping her father didn't see her awake. Heartbeats later she felt his fur pressing to hers, and the rumble of a purr in his chest.

"Are you waking up already, chipmunk?" He checked. Moonpaw resisted the urge to flinch. Instead, she slowly fluttered open her eyes, looking up at the loving face of her kin.

"Papa...?" She feigned fatigue in her voice as she spoke. Wolfheart smiled down at her, running his tongue over her ears and cheeks.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

Tired, miserable, confused, were some of the words that came to mind. Instead of speaking Moonpaw shrugged, resting her head against her paws.

"I understand," Wolfheart hummed, nuzzling her. "You should rest more. Hopefully you'll feel like yourself after."

That sounds like a good idea, Moonpaw agreed and gave a yawn. Wolfheart rose from her side and walked out of the medicine den. Mothsong followed him out not long afterwards with flowers in her jaws.

Moonpaw rested for a while more, ruminating in thoughts of the present and the future. Most of all she thought about the prophecy and what it could mean. Eventually, her body grew tired of laying in its resting position. Her paws itched to move and go into the camp where the rest of the clan would be gathered. With a swish of her tail, Moonpaw stood and padded out of the medicine den.

In the center of camp, Flamepaw's body laid. Berrypaw had just finished rubbing herbs into his pelt. But he wasn't able to cover up the death scent in time. Due to the long journey home, and the state of Flamepaw's body, birds of prey managed to catch on to the passing of the young apprentice. When Moonpaw looked up she could see a hawk soaring by the dusk kissed clearing every now and then. But the threatening hoot of an owl kept the other predator away. Tonight's vigil would be extra guarded, Moonpaw bet. A shiver ran down her spine as she made her approach towards her deceased clanmate. Several cats were ahead of her, each taking a few moments to sit close to Flamepaw and share tongues with him one last time. Then they'd move aside, allowing other cats to come forward and do the same. Most cats remained in the open to sit vigil for the remainder of the night. While those too young, old, or not close enough to Flamepaw took their leave and headed to their dens to sleep.

As Moonpaw took her turn to sit vigil, she noticed Den Keepers scaling the trees in camp. With precision and care, they wrapped greenbrier vines around branches, high above where any cat would normally climb. They used moss and broad leaves to grip the thorny appendages tying them tightly before descending to the ground. The vines were a cautionary measure, to deter feathered fiends from landing within striking range of the camp. Good, Moonpaw sighed with a bit of relief, tucking her legs beneath her as she bowed her head near Flamepaw's and prayed.

After her prayer, Moonpaw lifted her muzzle and began to groom his cheek. His fur smelled strongly of lavender and death, but beneath--if one pressed their nose close--Flamepaw's natural scent could be caught. Moonpaw did her best to commit it to memory. Then she rose to her paws, and after one last press of their foreheads together, the silver molly moved away. As she did, Leafheart looked to her apprentice and nodded at her thankfully. Moonpaw returned the warrior's gesture with a respectful head dip. Then she moved to flank her mother and father, who watched on from the edge of camp. Moonpaw saw yerning crackling in Wolfheart's pale green eyes as she settled with him. His focus was fixed on Blazestar who sat solemnly beside his mate.

Brightsky nudged Wolfheart encouragly with her muzzle, prompting the gray and white warrior to go sit beside his old friend. Wolfheart seemed cautious as he moved to take the chance and padded over to Blazestar. He dipped his head deeply to the clan's leader before taking a seat beside him. Wolfheart looked between his clanmates as if waiting to be judged. But no one spoke out. Instead, Blazestar rested his tail on the younger tom's shoulders and blinked at him with gratitude. He seemed to be reassuring Wolfheart of something. Whatever that may be breathed a small puff of confidence into the gray and white tom. Moonpaw was happy that her father could be there to support Blazestar.

Beside her, Brightsky sniffled a little, her cheek fur dampened with tears. At the other side of her, Magpiepaw laid. Her muzzle was buried in their mother's fur for comfort. Moonpaw wanted to say some soothing words to them both, but for once she had nothing to mew about. Grief tightened in her chest. All Moonpaw wanted to do right now was enjoy the comfort of her living loved ones. Speaking of loved ones, Moonpaw's thoughts suddenly landed on Hazepaw. Would he be waiting for her tonight? Something had held him up from joining the Gathering yesterday. Surely he'd be wanting to see Moonpaw tonight instead. Should I really sneak away to go see Hazepaw, though? Moonpaw wondered as her gaze flitted between her clanmates. Seeing their miserable faces made Moonpaw feel even worse. No one would be of great comfort here. So, Moonpaw set her mind on going off into the woods alone. Backing away, Moonpaw turned tail and headed for the Entrance Tree. Smokepaw called out to her as she climbed, asking where she was going.

"I need some space..." Moonpaw confessed before taking off into the trees. Wind flowed through her long fur as she ran across the forest towards the familiar rocks of Rubble Path. The trees thinned the closer she drew to the territory's edge, until finally only grass and sand remained. Moonpaw parted her jaws to taste the air. She needed to know Hazepaw was waiting for her. But any scent of hin was stale. Maybe he's disguising it, Moonpaw hoped.

"Hazepaw?" She called out, stalking to the top of Rubble Path. She peered down, looking between the jagged stones for a familiar white pelt. Then her eyes began to comb the sand and brush nearby. "Hazepaaaaw!" She called again, her voice echoing with the rise in volume. But no reply ever came. Nor did anyone emerge from the dark surrounding her. Great disappointment weighed heavily upon Moonpaw, even worse than what she'd felt the night before.

"Hazepaw..." tears began to well in the silver and white molly's eyes. She sniffed, then hung her head. I need you... the words remained inside her mind as she sobbed softly to herself. Moonpaw let herself cry alone for a while, until the worse of her grief was finally released. Then after calming down, she turned, retreating back home to curl up in the paws of her family.

As the first rays of sunlight began to crawl across the forest, Treeclan gathered together as one within the clearing of camp. They huddled in a large circle around the deceased apprentice they mourned. Some cats parted to allow Badgerface, Daisypetal, and Elmfoot through. Mothsong and Berrypaw had just finished wrapping Flamepaw's torso with vines--to keep him in one piece during the move. The medicine cats dipped their heads in respect to the elders as they got out of their way. Guards came to surround the old warriors as they took their place around Flamepaw.

Then, Daisypetal lifted her muzzle and began to release a keening cry into the morning air. Blazestar joined her, with Leafheart and their kits joining two heartbeats after. Moonpaw heart ached as she listened to their cries. Then she brought up her nose and joined the rest of her clanmates in a mourning song. Flamepaw's spirit was being commended to Starclan; his soul likely accepted by this time after facing judgment in the Twilight Passage. Flamepaw was a good cat. Silverpelt will welcome him with open paws, Moonpaw assured herself as the clan finally finished singing. Then, the elders lifted Flamepaw's body. Flanked by the Guards, the old warriors marched the deceased tom towards the thorn barrier and out of Treeclan's camp one last time. The clan watched after them for a few extra moments before finally breaking apart. Some cats went about their duties for the day. Others headed to their dens for a nap. Moonpaw contemplated doing the same, the weight of all that happened still heavy upon her. But Moonpaw knew she'd have no luck sleeping. So, instead, she took herself to the nursery.

Brightsky trilled in surprise as she noticed her daughter following her tail. "Moonpaw? Do you need something?"

"I want to have a talk with the queens," Moonpaw explained earning a nod of understanding from her mother. Brightsky ushered the silver and white molly into the nursery with a whisk of her tail. Moonpaw ducked beneath the large tree roots as she padded down the slope into the den. Since light had barely managed to greet the world, there was no need to adjust to the darkness within.

Mapleshine and Silverhawk sat up in their nests, their attention focused on Moonpaw. Surely they knew she was here for a session with them. And the pair seemed ready to listen to all that needed to be said. Moonpaw sat in a spot between all the queen's nests. But she sat closest of all to her mom.

"Speak, child," Silverhawk prompted with a nod. Her gesture was welcoming and wise. "Get whatever you need off your chest."

Moonpaw took a deep breath, then spilled her guts about everything. About watching Flamepaw's hunt, and how he pushed himself to chase the squirrel to the Thunder Path. She described how she felt witnessing his death, and confessed just how close she'd been to being struck as well. And she spoke about her experience with shock. The only things Moonpaw omitted were the prophecy she'd overhead in Mothsong's den, and any talk of Hazepaw. Though Moonpaw desperately wanted to speak of how Hazepaw had failed her last night. But that would take admitting to sneaking off to see him. Moonpaw wasn't willing to divulge that secret.

After listening to the last of her vent, the queens finally took their turn to speak.

"Oh, love," Brightsky crooned, nuzzling her daughter's cheek. She moved forward, wrapping herself around her kit."You know what happened to Flamepaw wasn't your fault."

"I know...." Moonpaw sighed, leaning into her mother. "But I was there! I feel like I could have saved him...."

"From what it sounds like, you were barely off from becoming crowfood yourself," Silverhawk chimed in, rather crassly. She lifted a back paw to lick between her toes. "Another heartbeat more and you'd be right alongside him in the burial grounds. There was no saving Flamepaw."

"But maybe if he'd heard me calling out for him, he would have stopped?" Moonpaw rationalized.

"There's no use dwelling on the 'what if's,' and 'maybe's,' hon," the Den Mother countered softly. "What's done is done. No cat blames you for not being able to do more."

Mapleshine twitched her whiskers agreeingly. "Besides, you did do something. You went to get help! No cat would have found Flamepaw for quite some time if you hadn't been there to alert the clan of his accident."

But there was another cat around, Moonpaw remembered suddenly. Darkfire had been nearby the Thunder Path. Yet she'd done nothing to stop or save the young apprentice. But why? Moonpaw wondered. Had Darkfire not seen Flamepaw get hit? Moonpaw was unsure. But she didn't want to incriminate Darkfire by mentioning her presence. Even if sessions were meant to be kept confidential. It doesn't matter anyways, Moonpaw told herself. Maybe I'm just looking for someone else to blame.

"Thank you all for listening," Moonpaw mewed with a head dip. "I'm feeling a bit better now. I think...I think I'll go find something to do to keep my mind off of things."

"That sounds like a good idea," Mapleshine agreed. "When you leave, would you mind sending my kits into nursery? It's time they got some rest."

"Sure," Moonpaw agreed with a stretch as she got up. Once more she dipped her head in respect to the queens before making her way out of their den.

By the elder's tree, Moonpaw spotted Mapleshine's kits playing. They were with Sunpaw, who batted at Honeykit and Sleekkit, while Peonykit tried to nab his tail. He laughed, looking so care free. It was as if he hadn't just lost one of his brothers. Maybe Sunpaw was distracting himself with the joy of the kits. Maybe it was his way of coping. Moonpaw hated to ruin his fun. But Mapleshine had requested her kits to come home to her. So, Moonpaw made her way over to the group slowly, only speaking when she became noticed.

"It's Moonpaw!" Honeykit squealed with joy. They rushed over to the apprentice, stretching up to touch noses with her. "Hi!!"

"Hello." Moonpaw purred in greetings. Her gaze moved from the golden kit in front of her to the others. "Its time for you all to go to the nursery. Your mother is waiting."

"But I don't wanna sleep yet!" Sleekkit griped. "Nightpaw said when we're apprentices, we have to be ready early in the morning for the dawn patrol!"

"That's when you're apprentices though," Sunpaw chimed. "You have a few more moons until then. For now, you have to do what your mom tells you. Besides, you've been awake all night. You've gotta be tired by now, right?"

"No!" Sleekkit squeaked, just as a yawn bubbled from his chest. The black and white kit's pelt fluffed with embarrassment. Moonpaw and Sunpaw both chuckled with small mrrows.

"C'mon, let's walk them home," Moonpaw suggested, sweeping her tail around the kits. Sunpaw followed them, matching pace with Moonpaw.

"How are you feeling?" He checked. "I saw you go into the medicine den yesterday."

"I'm alright now. I was in shock, after being so close to the monster and seeing Flamepaw..." she trailed off.

Sunpaw nodded, sadness glowing in his eyes. "I'm relieved that you're ok, at least."

Moonpaw made a small noise, pressing her body against his. Sunpaw purred in response, leaning into her embrace.

"Why don't we go out hunting once the kits are in their den?" She suggested suddenly. "I think we could both benefit from time away from the clan. And it would take our minds off of things for a while."

Sunpaw thought for a few moments as they walked. "That sounds nice. I'd like to spend some time with you," he admitted. The ginger tom seemed to cheer up a little at the prospect of going out together. Moonpaw had to admit she felt excited, too. After saying farewell to Mapleshine's kits, the pair of apprentices took off for the Entrance Tree and out into the forest, where they spent the rest of the morning forgetting their sadness together.

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First ten moons of Dawn clan content, Nothing much happenes in the first moon but in the second moon Otterstar decides to fist fight a dog and gets himself seriously hurt. On a patrol lead by the deputy they find snuggles a kittypet who to fit in with the clan takes the name snugglespeckle. Snugglespeckle is immediately down bad for Leafheart the clan deputy who found her.

The next few moons have a smattering of smaller events are chaotic in moon for Dawnclan finds a stinky injured old man named Beeheart and adopts them instantly because apparently this is just what we do now. In moon 6 Lavenderpaw our founding apprentice becomes a warrior and gets the name Lavenderspike but I changed it to lavender bloom because I didn’t want the RNG to do my girl dirty like that. Otterstar also recovers from fighting the dog in moon 6 only for this idiot to turn around and fistfight another dog in moon 8 to protect the stinky old man and get the exact same injury like a dummy. Otterstar really hates dogs I suppose. Cavepool & Lizardclaw also just start dating which is good because Lizardclaw needs a sweet partner to keep him from doing warcrimes.

In moon 9 poor old woman Coniferfeather freezes to death and ends up joining star clan but in less horrid news Leafheart comes out as trans and this is no problem for Snugglespeckle who finally confesses her crush to Leafheart who reciprocates and the two become mates. They are wives your honor and I’m so pleased about it.

That’s Dawnclan’s first 10 moons. I’m already loved this game but doing the doodles makes me slow Down and pay more attention. Also it’s just fun to draw cute kitties so now tumblr has to deal with it.

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Names: Sandkit, Sandpaw, Sandstorm

Orientation: Bisexual

Gender and pronouns: Demimolly, she/her. Calls herself a molly rather than a charlie

Canon counterpart: Sandstorm

Clan(s): ThunderClan

Biological Parents: Smallear, Speckletail

Adoptive Parents: Redtail, Brindleface

Biological Siblings: Lionheart, Goldenflower

Adoptive Siblings: Ashfur, Ferncloud, Tulipkit, Bellkit

Mate(s): Fireheart. Reciprocated Laceflight's feelings but never told her

Kit(s): Squirrelflight, Leafheart

Mentor(s): Whitestorm

Apprentice(s): Brightheart, Mistlefrost (temporarily), Chervilstep, [SPOILERS]

Description: A sleek, pale ginger (cream) tabby molly with barely-visible pale brown tabby patches. Though her stripes are barely visible, they form a classic tabby pattern. She has a white-tipped tail and a white blaze on her muzzle and forehead. She has pale green eyes and short fur.

Personality: As a kit and young apprentice, Sandstorm was sharp-tongued and argumentative. She takes a lot after her birth mother Speckletail despite Redtail and Brindleface's presence. A bad injury, though, left her cooped up in the seers' den for a few moons, delaying her warrior ceremony. During that time, she became close to the seer apprentice Lacepaw, and developed feelings for her. However, she knew better than to act on them, and simply enjoyed the molly's company while she was healing. It was during this time that Sandpaw mellowed out, though it didn't put out the fire burning within her. Though she became mates with Fireheart, her feelings for Laceflight never went away. She considered naming one of her daughters after Laceflight, but Fireheart was insistent on one of them being named after his mother Spottedleaf, and the name Lacekit didn't suit either of them. Still, in her heart she believes Squirrelflight was named after her.

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More SAW Warrior Cats yeah >:D !!!! In order we have: LakeBlossom (Lynn) and BloodJaw (Amanda), AppleBelly (Adam) and ShiningStep (Lawrence), and StoneFrost (Peter) and LeafHeart (Lindsey)!

Original post with more info: HERE

I wanna thank all of ya'll for the sweet comments on the original post I wasn't expecting such an incredible response and am still reeling 🥺💗 Expect more meow meows in the future and feel free to request any characters! :3

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Amphibia Warriors AU: Revenge

Heronstrike sat with her back to her leader, facing the clan gathered in front of her. She met each cat’s gaze evenly, from apprentice to elder. She knew they were uncertain of Toadstar appointing her deputy. Born an outsider, one who was rather young with no apprentice, Heronstrike knew that her appointment was not popular and very much against the warrior code.

Ignoring the many scrutinizing stares, she kept in mind what Toadstar had told her.

“With Crowwing gone and the majority of my senior warriors nearing retirement, it is only proper that I appoint a deputy who is young and has…a certain proclivity for battle. You are the one.”

She had not much time to ponder what that had meant, for the attack on ThunderClan had taken place not moments later. Heronstrike dug her claws into the earth below her, still feeling the sting of that wretched wound below her eye. She leaped to her paws, facing her clan.

“Cats of ShadowClan,” she yowled. The others jumped at her call, but stopped to listen, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “We shall not let ThunderClan deem us cowards. We lost that battle because we had a traitor in our midst. That traitor is no more, and at this moment, we possess the advantage.”

Heronstrike tipped her head back in a screech, the excited ShadowClan warriors now joining her. “ThunderClan will fall! On my honor if nothing else!”

And on the body of Leafheart as well.