#prophecies and spiky cats

[melrosing]

I just find so much of the whole Lyanna Rhaegar thing so interesting. And its something I've explored more in my fanfics (that I've not really posted). But it's really weird to me that so many people's take away was that they were starcrossed lovers when... Rhaegar was like 23 (idk, an adult), married with a kid and Lyanna was a 15 yo. regardless of many factors, Rhaegar was still in the wrong in kidnapping her (no matter how willing of a victim she was). I totally buy that they thought their love story was that of starcrossed lovers.

also I love Ned having a complicated relationship with Brandon. I'm a sucker for Ned/Cat, and it's always strange to think that had things gone right she would've married Brandon. Like, it must be weird to look at the family you love and know you wouldn't have any of it if your brother (and to some extent sister) hadn't died.

Anyways, love the ending of season 1! I've found the whole thing super fun!

Yeah, I talked a bit about how I see Rhaegar and Lyanna here - like I'm sure they felt like star-crossed lovers, and GRRM the Shakespeare fanatic has certainly incorporated a handful of Romeo & Juliet tropes into their story. But they're also a lot more complicated than that. I can't disregard Lyanna's age, I can't disregard Rhaegar's obsession with prophecy and how that may have played a part in his pursuit of Lyanna (and his pursuit of a child from her body), and I can't disregard how he treats Elia and their children.

And people do minimise the affront to Elia which is really irritating to me, like as you can see per my sparknotes thing I don't believe that Elia ever came to love Rhaegar - I think at best she may have thought in the early days she was lucky to have such a worthy match, but that there's otherwise no suggestion they were close or even had any especial rapport. So, fine - it was a political match and not a love match - so if either of them privately committed adultery, that would be one thing.

But humiliating Elia in front of virtually all of Westeros by making a show of disregarding her, when she is either pregnant with his child or has just given birth to his child... and then later leaving her and their two young children in the charge of a teenager and a pyromaniac??? like sorry no i'm just not having it babes. it's not on

And yeah I definitely like the idea of Brandon and Ned having a kind of spiky relationship! I think Ned loved his brother but I can imagine there were things he disliked about him. And that Brandon could be quite callous towards Ned, treating him a bit like a doormat, condescending to him etc, and not even realising he's doing it because Ned's feelings hardly register with him.

It would kind of make Ned's close friendship with Robert more interesting, because I think Brandon was probably a lot like Robert - but here's a version of his brother who has time for him and jokes with him and confides in him etc etc. So it was easier to look past Robert's foibles and failings.

But then obviously Ned would feel a lot of guilt for having resented his brother once Brandon is gone (and Brandon dies proving how much he truly values his family), and for having inherited everything he was meant to have. It makes me think again of Jon as like a twisted outlet of penance for Ned. like he would always have cared for and protected Jon for Lyanna, yet part of him thinks he deserves Catelyn's resentment and the judgement of society that comes with Jon, but for own private guilt.

anyway thanks so much for reading they're really fun to write! working on plotting out the next bunch tonight....

[nightly-ruse]

Can you draw Jayfeather? Pleaseeee? Idk I like his two ships with Poppyfrost and Briarlight.

Not a huge of JayBriar or JayPoppy fan but I do like Jayfeather as a character. I based him heavily off a Eurasian Jay bc they are cool tho it’s more-so his colors taken from them.

-Purple eyed Jayfeather for the win. When he loses their powers his fur hangs down more and their eyes are more blue like a normal cats, and their ears will go forward the ends hanging over his face more

-Lots of wing markings on his eyes, back, fur made to look like wings especially on their legs. The scars from Breezepelt specifically made to look like they slice through the wings on his back

-Star nose tuft and diamond on their face, he is a prophecy cat after all

-Hc wise Jayfeather is non-binary using he/they and is unlabeled tho aligns most with demiromantic. I don’t have a favorite ship that I genuinely like but I do think JayBerry is really goofy esp with his friendship with Poppyfrost

(ID-Jayfeather is a sleek and spiky furred cat with blue and brown fur, downturned eyes, and curled ears. He is walking to the left with their tail swooping to his back paws, his back front paw lifted and their front hind leg raised. He has curled back ears with feather like ear tufts and inner ear tufts like wings, a five pointed star shaped tuft on their nose and down turned purple eyes. Scars are down their side across his dark blue wing marking, this color on their nose tuft, ears, front paws, tail tip, eyebrows, and down from his eyes in wings. Blue is over their face in a mask, over his front paw, tail, and tail base. Light gray is down his back, tail, and face. Light brown is down their belly and back leg, with a slightly darker color on his ears, tail, and side. White is on his muzzle, nose, ear tips, ear tufts, inner ear tufts like wings, back paws, tail tip, front toes, over his front legs, and on their back in a wing like marking. The colors used are in the top right with the faint signature “Nightly Ruse” over his leg. End ID)

Also alt design I scrapped

(ID- Same pose as the other but is a light blue, a darker color down their back, hind legs, ears, face, and mask. A deep blue is on his chest, paws, legs, tail base, back in a wing shape, and ears. White is on their ear tufts, inner ear tufts, ear tips, tail tip, back in a diamond shape, and front toes. Brown is on their nose, tail and front paws. End ID)

[defensivelee]

FOr the au ask game warrior cats au and alien alien au. Because thats the only two ones I know

ooh interesting choices nonetheless anon!!

I think this would be a very artistic, bubbly AU, much like the fantasy AUs people make out of the original WC. We still have the species distinctions with the Asterothiriots, but I think they would be called Asteropantheras here.

So it would just be kitties with alien features! The Defenders would have extra insect-like legs (which is kind of silly, kind of terrifying) and their antennae, of course, to be mind-controlled. The tendril-tooths would be interesting, because in the original WC, only medicine cats can receive prophecies. I would change that here, so that the only kinds of cats that can receive visions and prophecies are the tendril-tooths. I don't think I'd give them their tendrils, maybe just their venomous bite and their long, spiky tails.

The Canis magnetars and heart-eaters are a bit harder, though. I'd probably take extreme liberties with the series (like fuck it we ball) and have the dogs be a faction as well! They'd be much more colorful than normal dogs, and they'd have the ability to manipulate the air around them rather than just having magnetic powers (they'd probably have a different name too).

The heart-eaters would be something like ghost cats, and the same problem as in the original applies here: you can't look at them without going insane. You can only view their reflection in water. They can shapeshift into a variety of animals, and can only be viewed normally by twolegs (humans, which don't have much interference here).

I'd still have robot cats here. How did feral cats figure out how to build robots in the image of themselves? That is a question not even they can answer...

As for the story, it'd be the same as the normal WC AU: normal Stuart events but warrior-cats-ified, I guess? It'd just be more bizarre with the added Asteropanthera abilities. That being said, I probably wouldn't write for this. I think it'd be very fun to draw, though, especially the crazy coat patterns I have in my head. This AU's already pretty unusual for me, as my Stuart AUs are usually filled with horror and heavy themes...but this one seems so light, I can't imagine anything angsty happening even though something should.

But don't be fooled!! That kitty with the orange eyes and bouncy antennae uses other cats' bodies as weapons and has so much blood on his paws!! Way too much!!

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

 Dark Forest Resident: Frostedjay

Aliases / Nicknames: The Phantom of Leaf-bare, Frostheart, Blizzard

Gender: male, he/him

Sexuality: unlabeled

Family: Night (mother), Secretgaze (father), Ashstripe (sister), Silverline(brother)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor,  Viperstrike(sort of ally/accomplice), Willowleaf (close friend) Quailpine (friend)

Clan: Nettleclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: thin, tall, sarcastic and sassy, very spiky fur, tail has a very visible kink near the end

Number of Victims: 7

Number of Murders: 6

Murder Method: incapacitating victims and leaving them to freeze to death in blizzards, tainting prey with death-berries obtained from Viperstrike

Known Victims: Leopardcreek, Featherflame, Silverline, Quailpine, Ryebreeze, Secretpaw, Wolfheart

Victim Profile: any cat that annoyed him, any cat he could get his paws on

Cause of Death: being lured by his own sister into a blizzard, hypothermia

Cautionary Tale: unknown, as he lived ages ago

Story: 

Frostedjay's name should have been a hint to how he'd end up,

Back when he was just a small kit, he had shown a distaste for the Clans due to the treatment he got compared to his siblings, all due to a kinked tail.

The Clan saw Ashkit and Silverkit as blessings from Starclan, whilst Frostedkit was seen as a curse due to some old beliefs of the third kit in a litter being doomed to either die or bring death. Their distrust and hatred had caused a self-fulfilling prophecy

Frostedjay's breaking point came as a small betrayal of trust one fateful Leaf-bare night. Willowleaf said something about the siblings’ results on their warrior assessment behind Frostedjay's back, how he "failed miserably,�� and how Talonstar only made him a warrior due to pity.

After that point, the warrior only saw red, his anger now overflowing. He started striking, he may have been mad with rage but he wasn't dumb. He waited till blizzards hit and prey was scarce before acting.

It was on his last two killing attempts that he became more relaxed, thinking that he wouldn't be caught and would be able to get away with it, thus he forgot to be as careful and decided to go for poison instead.

With Secretpaw, it was easier, as they were a young apprentice and the camp was nearly empty.

With Wolfheart, he was not so lucky. The medicine cat was there and saved them, and Frostedjay barely managed to get suspicions off of his tail. But his sister didn't believe him.

Ashstripe feigned ignorance while out one day on a patrol, and with carefully chosen words, led him away from the rest of the patrol and knocked him out. She bound his paws with reeds and moss, leaving him to die in the cold snow, not realizing a blizzard was to appear. Afterwards, she would be eternally grateful to Starclan for that.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @skyereadsandcommitsartcrimes​ great to have you!

--Frostedjay’s Dark Forest appearance has a thin layer of frost everywhere.

--Wolfheart survives and leaves Nettleclan to go live as a loner.

--Ashstripe always had her slight suspicions about her brother but not wanting to believe her gut instincts, didn't act till the poisonings, she still doesn't know that the other deaths were also Frosted's fault.

[onesmallbagel]

Hollykit from The New Prophecy. Hollykit is from ThunderClan. She is the daughter of Dustpelt and Ferncloud and born at the same time of her sister Larchkit and her brother Birchfall. She is a lively, curious kit and is found getting herself in trouble for her short time in the limelight. She passes soon after her sister, Larchkit, dies from starvation and her cause of death is Hypothermia. Shrewpaw later dies the same day. It’s said Shrewpaw looks over them from StarClan (Info gained from the wiki)

It’s been so long,,,,, because my chronic illnesses have loved kicking me in the ARSE. But I’m back! Probably not consistently and I doubt a lot of people are that bothered but I enjoy posting so it’s not that big of a deal!

Anyways, like every warrior cat fan ever I’m finally doing the required design posts. Except I put every single warrior cat character (1347, minus a few two-legs who I couldn’t be bothered to remove) into a random spinner and I’m gunna draw whoever comes up! And first up is Hollykit from The New Prophecy!! Imagine being Fern and Dust or even Birch. Your sister dies then very soon after your other sister passes away and then that same day your brother gets hit by a car trying to feed the clan. Then your mother cries that she wishes she died instead.

Need more Birch lovers, he’s got such a great story! Wish they wrote him interacting more lovingly to his daughters because I’d image he’d be protective of them after what he went through.

If I had to explain my design I obviously made her very spiky and just scruffy because of the Holly prefix and I gave her a lighter brown than what the wiki suggests because of Holly flowers! You can kinda see it but there’s a flower marking on her back. I was gunna show that to the side but I completely forgot lol.

I’m gunna be derailing from cannon a bit as well with the designs. It’s just more fun than drawing the same genetically accurate dark brown tabby with amber eyes 70 times over. Anyways, hope you like this! Bye bye!!!

Commissions are open! Dm me for more info!

-🌺🌸Bagel🌸🌺

[salemsoul]

Prophecies and Spiky Cats: Chapter 1

Summary: Sabetha is woken up unexpectedly in the early morning after the election by Patience, a fearsome Bondsmagi, who gives her a choice to make. This leads Sabetha on an adventure facing challenges she never thought she would come across, and developing new friendships in unexpected places.

Chapter 1:

Sabetha woke up to the feeling of someone watching her. She turned to her side, where Locke was sleeping soundly, a large satisfied grin across his face. His arm was outstretched towards her and he let out the occasional soft snore that took her right back to being a teenager again.  

She couldn't believe it had been five years since they'd been together in such a way, and when they had finished she couldn't believe she had put it off so long. It was the best sex she had had in a while. He might not have been well practised, but she had found no one since him that could make her feel the way he did. He thought more about satisfying her, rather than just himself. Which was a lot different than many of the men she had slept with. He always checked in to make sure she was ok and enjoying it, never hesitating to show her just how much he loved her, especially when she reached climax again and again and again.

She was reaching down to give him a soft peck on his check, when a sudden cold chill snaked down her spine. Sabetha quickly looked behind her where a glowering hooded presence stood. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, Sabetha pulled the blanket up over her chest and turned her back to Locke.

"What are you doing here?" Sabetha said, fear lacing every word.

"I guess you could say I have a gift for you, of a sort." Patience stepped out of the shadows, waving a hand and illuminating herself in the silver light of alchemical globes. Sabetha didn't move an inch, frozen by fear or magic she didn't know. "I suggest you dress yourself before we start speaking to make yourself more comfortable." Patience said, pulling the hood from her head. With the silver light in the room, she looked like a ghost.  

Sabetha's body seemed to move on its own. Keeping her chest covered, she reached down to the floor by the bed, where she had tossed her clothes in a lust filled passion, and clumsily pulled them onto herself. She remained seated on the bed, not quite willing to leave Locke's side lest Patience do something to him.

She was highly aware she could still feel the sensation of Locke, of his tongue, of his fingers, of his everything, on her, but tried to pull her thoughts away in case they could impair her in a mental battle with this woman.  

Patience waited, her dark eyes glaring down at Sabetha as if she could read her every thought.

"I thought you might want to see this," Patience gestured to the wall behind her where a large rectangle, about three foot tall was placed, a grey cloth hiding what was underneath. When Sabetha made no motion to move, Patience continued, "I suggest you look it at before I tell you what else I have to say."

Sabetha reluctantly pulled back the covers and made her way towards the wall, keeping her distance from Patience as much as she could, kneeled in front of the object and pulled off the large sheet.

"It's a painting of my dear friend Lamor Acanthus and his wife." A pointed look towards Locke, "I think looking at it will show you the real reason he actually cares for you." Sabetha's eyes flicked over the couple. The man was tall and dark. No similarity to Locke at all, but what caught her eye was the redness of the woman's hair, burning like fire so bright she was almost sure she could touch it; mirror to her own.

No.

It couldn't be true.

Doubt rushed through her, choking the air momentarily from her lungs and she clutched at her heart. Locke had always told her his love for her was more than just a fetish. He wouldn’t have lied to her would he? No. She trusted Locke, and she knew in her heart that wasn’t the case. He was more than those Jeremite Redeemers. She was more than just a fetish to him, and he was more than just a lover to her. They were so much more to each other. So much more that sometimes it scared her to feel for someone so greatly.

Sabetha turned back to Patience who was grinning down at her smugly and rose from the floor, "Why would you show me this?"  

"In case you were having any doubts," Sabetha flinched, "I wanted to tell you, they are all true. And you should leave his side, before you live to regret it."

Sabetha remained silent, and instead looked at Patience with challenge in her eyes.

"Now, I have one last piece of information to share with you. I have the gift of prophecy, and hazy as they might be, there is one about Locke." Patience once again flicked her gaze to Locke's sleeping body, "There are three things he must take up, and three things he must loose. A key, a crown, a child." Patience returned her gaze to burrow into Sabetha who had still not moved from where she stood by the painting, half illuminated by the glow of an alchemical globe. "The last, as you can probably guess, concerns you."

Sabetha wanted to rebuke, but she thought it best to hear her out, lest the women took unkindly to being interrupted. From what little Sabetha knew about Patience, she guessed it would probably be true.

Patience continued, "No matter what decisions you make today, you will leave this house carrying Locke's child." Patience looked down at Sabetha's belly as she spoke and Sabetha covered it with a hand instinctively.

"Don't be ridiculous, I take a contraceptive tea every morning." Sabetha looked toward where she had put the tin on the desk behind Patience, along with a few other of her belongings, "And I have no plan on stopping, no matter what you say. At least not now. Not yet."

Patience followed Sabetha's traitorous eyes and looked behind her where the tin was sat out of Sabetha's reach and picked it up. "Oh, you mean the tea you have yet to take after your rather eventful night in the sheets?" Sabetha's cheeks reddened. It had been a long time since she felt embarrassed like that about someone knowing they had had sex. Patience's look took her back to a time when she was an embarrassed teen girl when Father Chains had found out just how far hers and Locke's relationship had progressed. He hadn't scolded them. Just looked so shocked she was sure he was going to drop dead when he happened to walk in on them one morning when they thought he wasn't yet awake. Calo and Galdo had just walked past, both tapping him on the shoulder muttering "we were shocked too", and "who knew she would stoop so low". Chains wasn't able to look at them right for a week.  

Before Sabetha could blink, the contents of the tin was burning in Patience's hand.

Sabetha's breath hitched and her throat closed up. The strong flowery sent of the herbs filled the room and Sabetha coughed before stumbling over to a window and opening it wider. "Why would you do that?" She hissed, losing her polite restraint from before, still coughing from the scent of herbs in her lungs.

Patience smirked, "Some prophecies require a little interference."

"Why do you even care? Why are you so insistent that I must bare this child? It has nothing to do with you?"

"Revenge. My sweet child. Locke took my child from me. Gave him a fate worse than death so I seek to do the same to him." Sabetha continued to glare, breathing heavily by the window. She hoped that at any second she would wake up with a start in Locke's arms, but as the minutes ticked on, Sabetha lost hope. Stupid Locke. "Now, don’t think me completely unmerciful," Patience continued, "Because you did not harm my son, I do not wish to put unnecessary motherly suffering on you. To lose a child is the greatest grief a woman could experience, and I do not wish to harm you unless I have to. Therefore I give you a choice. Lose in such a loose word, and I am not so uncaring that it has to mean death. The child does not have to die. I just require it to be lost to Locke to be satisfied.

"If you leave Karthain right now, and do not seek Locke out, the child will survive, but if you choose to stay and stick by Locke's side, despite what I have told you that his love is merely residual from his past life, at some point the child will die. And you will have to bare that grief with him. This goes for seeking him out afterwards too. The choice is yours to make."  

The fire stopped burning in the tin, and Patience made a point of tipping the remnant ash out of the window. Sabetha watched it flow off in the breeze, like the image of the new future she had seen for herself. She did not have the words to comprehend what Patience had just said. It was like she had thrown a bucket of ice cold water over her and then left her out in the snow.

The choices were clear, did she stay with Locke and Jean and try and forge a life together, risk the future Patience claimed would come to pass and live in fear the moment a potential child is born, or did she leave? Sabetha didn't even know if this child was real and yet she felt selfish for even thinking of putting them at risk by staying.

A part of Sabetha had always wanted a child. But as the years went by, her focus on her work got in the way. She had met no one who she would want to share a child with, except one.

Before Father Chains had died, Sabetha had imagined her and Locke getting married and settling down. The need for schemes would be less frequent and they could experience something together that they themselves never had. Jean, Calo and Galdo would be great uncles, teaching them all about how to charm purses and where to stick a sword. They would grow their gang together. Raise more than just their children, but other little orphan girls like she had been and give them a better life than they would cradled in the bosom of Camorr.

And they would pull off the greatest scheme they had ever been in. Convincing the world that they were simple thieves with no attachments, while living a life no criminal could. With a family.

Nazca would be Capa, and she'd eventually find out, being far more intelligent than her father and brothers combined, but her and her wife would let it slide as long as she got plenty of babysitting duties.

And then Father Chains had died, and Locke had been so stuck in his ways. Had made himself Garrista without having a conversation with her and refused to move on. To move out of that horrible burrow tainted by death and to finally breath some air.

So she had left. That vision of the future with it. But recently it had crept back in some long forgotten recess of her heart. And having it ripped away again hurt more than the first time.

But if she could have a little piece of it, maybe that would be ok? Maybe she would have a daughter and raise her to be a strong and powerful woman in this world while protecting her from those who would mean to hurt her. Like Father Chains did for her. What her own parents couldn’t do.

If she followed Patience's advice and left, and she wasn't pregnant, she would surely know in a few weeks when her monthly bleed was due, and then she could go back and find them, they wouldn’t have gone far. But if she was, then well, she had a lot of things to do. But there was one thing that wasn't adding up.

"If I leave now, how will Locke ever know what he has lost without me here to tell him? Surely that is not enough revenge for you?"

Patience smiled, "As fate has it Locke will eventually find out. I'll make sure of that. And it will destroy him. He did not have his own parents, and it will kill him to think that he wasn't there for his either."

"And what if I decide to stay and simply be done with the child now, before it even has a chance to be born?"

Patience's chuckle skidded across Sabetha's bones making her shiver. "You will find no physiker or dog leech willing to help you. No apothecary will house what you need either, and if you think about going into the city and buying more tea, you will find that they have gone up in flames too."

Sabetha stood in silence for several moments. She looked over to where Locke still slept, blissfully unaware of the calamity that had just befallen them. Last night she had promised him she was going to stay. That they were going to try again. But he will awaken thinking she's betrayed him.

"Can I write him a letter before I go? Just so he doesn't hate me too much?"

"Go ahead." Patience smiled, and Sabetha was reminded of a shark after they had smelt the first drop of blood from their prey.

Sabetha scrambled to the desk and pulled open one of the heavy oak drawers. Inside was a simple writing set, with gold leaf mounting. Pen in hand, Sabetha dipped it in the ink pot and brought it to the paper. After she had written a simple 'Dear Locke', ink and tears began to mix on the page turning the writing into an unreadable mess. Sabetha discarded the paper and tried again. This time she couldn't even get the pen to the page before tears overwhelmed her. This was useless. She threw the pen down with a tap and ink scattered everywhere.

Patience didn't say a word but Sabetha could feel her smiling behind her. "Locke will be fine," Sabetha said pushing up from the desk and began packing what little belongings she had. When she was done she stood in silence in the room. Patience hadn't moved, stood like a shadow in the corner by the window. Without looking in her direction Sabetha walked over to Locke and sat on the bed. He was still dozing with that stupid grin on his face and she smiled.

"Can you leave us a minute? There are things I want to tell him in private before I leave."

Patience nodded, "of course, but you will not be able to wake him."

"I know." And then Patience was gone.

Sabetha reached to his face and tucked a strand of Locke's hair behind his ear before kissing him again on the cheek. Tears welled in her eyes again and dripped onto Locke's face. Sabetha wiped them away.

Sabetha then stepped away towards the desk and removed another sheet of paper and began writing. It wasn't so much that she was too emotional to write, just the thought of Patience watching her spill out her emotions and no doubt judge her fragile heart overwhelmed her and filled her with rage.

  Dear Locke,

  You are my brother bastard, my friend and my lover. You torment me far more than the Sanza's ever could and you are my equal in brain and wits and frustration. I'm sure if you ask Jean how many times he has wanted to knock our heads together for good measure, the sum would be no number we could possibly comprehend, and I want you to know I love you both so, so much.

When you wake up, you are no doubt going to be angry at me. And I understand that. But the decision that I made in leaving was not made lightly. I did want that future we talked about and one day I hope we can have it.

Locke, I wish I could have stayed. I wish we could have left Karthain after we woke up in each other's arms and forged a future together. All of us.

But I am sorry that that just can't happen. There is something deep in my stomach telling me I must go.

Patience spoke to me in a way only she knows how and she made it very difficult for me to stay. But I want you to know it was my decision to leave. She did not force nor threaten. I went of my own free will for what I think will be best for our future.

Locke, I love you, and I wish you so much happiness. You are so much more to me than a simple lover and I have never met a man like you. You challenge me in a way no other man ever has and no doubt ever will.

I hope our paths cross again one day again and maybe then we will have more people in our lives to greet each other with. New friends, new family, new bonds.

But until then, I wish you well my friends. I love you with all of my heart.

Goodbye,

Sabetha.

When Sabetha was finished, she pocketed the pen and blew on the ink until it was dry. Folding the paper into a neat square, she placed it in one of the inside pockets of Locke's coats and sat back down on the bed.

She picked up his hand in hers and gave it a quick kiss. She bent down and whispered in his ear, "I love you Locke. I always have, I always will." Tears again pricked her eyes, "Our little family might be expanding and I'm so scared but it's going to be ok. Don't hate me too much. Be brave, I will see you soon once again." Sabetha kissed him again, high on his cheekbones and rested her forehead on the side of his, shaking with each shallow breath.

"It's time to go." A dreaded voice sounded from behind her causing shivers to race down her spine. Sabetha sat up quickly and wiped at her face, burning with tears. Sabetha looked behind her and nodded solemnly.

Sabetha picked up the rest of her belongings, bid Locke a last fair well with a kiss to his cheek, and left the room.

The steps creaked under her feet as she descended. She knew she could wake neither Locke nor Jean from their magical sleeps yet cringed anyway with every sound. At the bottom of the stair she noticed Jean slumbering unnaturally on the low couch where they had left him, hatchet in hand. It was clear there had been some kind of confrontation before Patience had taken the stairs to wake her, unless Jean had taken to sleeping with his hatchets. With everything they had both been through, she would not blink if that was the case.

Sabetha walked up to Jean and ungracefully moved him to a more comfortable position, slightly straining at the weight of Jean's unconscious form. She left the hatchet in this hand and kissed him on his forehead.

"Goodbye old friend, I'm sorry I've left you to deal with Locke all alone again but please look after him for me."

With that, she got the rest of her funds from underneath a loose floorboard where she had hidden them and walked to the door. With one last look at her friend, she stepped out onto the street.

[sheepucore]

father like child. (canon ashfur would so proud.) + lions and jays reaction

Hollyflight had lost her brothers in the panic of clan escaping the flames, everything felt dizzy and confusing. So many thoughts and emotions from her clanmates was intertwined with her own. All she knew for certain was that she needed to get to the lake, she couldn't help her family or clan if she was died searching in the flames.

As Holly ran towards the direction that she presumed was the lake, was suddenly shoved to ground. Now feeling the ache of the spiky burned grass, she lifted her head towards culprit of the harsh push. Sparkstorm.

"Sparkstorm, what are you doing? We need hurry before we get trapped!" Holly shouted, picking herself up.

"Oh I know Holly." The spotted cat muttered in calm voice. Their tone surprised Hollyflight enough to look towards usually unintentionally loud cat. Sparkstorm stood Infront of the only exit to the newly formed circle of fire that enclosed them. Blood pouring out of their ears, eyes crazed and body trembling with claws unsheathed. Unlike their usual discombobulated and loud thoughts, only one thing can be clearly heard. 'It should've been him.'

Holly'flight paused before hissing out, "I know you're upset with about Shrewleaf, but please you can't hate Lionbelly for something he couldn't help. Your quarrel with Lion needs to stop now"

"Lionbelly? No. I have no quarrel with Lion."

The raven furred she-cat eyes widened from the statement, "Then wh-"

"My quarrel is with you, Hollyflight." Sparkstorm stared to stalk towards Holly. "Shrewleaf was suppose to be third cat of the prophecy, not some half-clan ex-rouge! You'll never understand how Juniperheart and I felt when our brother was ripped away from us, only to be replaced by some cat lies about her own powers. But worry you'll soon will once you see your brothers dead!"

[j4mboree]

ik i said something already but im going to spill the beans on the hatzgang and random hcs i had about them. teehee

here lies some funny little hcs...

i like to think of ross as being a rich kid mostly because it would be cool and it would be cool and i think itd be funny

roy is susie and pump's cousin and thinks theyre both weird and annoying they also reciprocate the same feelings

robert is a scene kid

robert makes kandi bracelets

robert listens to h3artcrush

h3artcrush somehow exists in spooky month🙀

ross once cosplayed as scourge from warrior cats on roy's behalf

ross's mom is june mostly because i noticed how she has a similiar mouth to his and i feel like that was a very specific choice of pelo to intergrade in a character we havent seen before

roy likes beyblades he likes beyblades a lot he has a box of beyblades in his room that he keeps for safekeeping

roy pesters his dad a lot

roy's dad is rick they look the same

robert is a mlp enjoyer

robert has a bike that also has a wagon so sometimes roy and ross will sit in the wagon and be pulled around by the bike and sometimes theyll all roll around the neighborhood trying to look cool when we can all agree theyd look like lame asses who just got out of school but the bus didnt come so they had to improvise (theyd all be wearing mlg sunglasses while ross holds a boombox playing "they see me rolling")

ross has a collection of pocket knives and lighters that he shoplifted and or bought

ross has puffy spiky hair that has dyed blue bangs what a chad

at family meet and greets all roy and his cousins will do is fight and pester eachother or on occasion rewatch beauty and the beast

ross was one of the kids who suggested that my teacher put on the alvin and the chipmunks movie /j

robert hangs out with his little sister a lot and is buddy buddy with her they watch littlest pet shop together

ross reads junji ito and his favorite story was long dream

the only book series roy was willing to read through was warrior cats he only got up to the new prophecy and dipped once he got bored with it

the gang agreed upon the name hatzgang because they couldnt think of anything else that was cool enough, they were originally going to be the cap kids but ross suggested the hatzgang instead and they kept that name ever since

they steal candy from kevin all the damn time and are going to be punished accordingly by their parental gaurdians once they find out

they run the neighborhood they live in and will sometimes bully kids older than them but usually when this occurs ross and robert chicken out and roy has to back down because his friends have common sense so they usally come for the littler kids

their entire school hates them but thats okay because weve got the magic of friendship up in this bitch😍

roy is 14 and ross and robert are 15

roy is kinda insecure about his weight and tries to hide this with his bold attitude

they all met when they were in the 4th grade roy and robert became friends due to the fact they both liked beyblades and later befriended ross who moved there later on mostly because ross was a loner and robert wanted to be nice

robert is scared of the dark and sometimes roy teases him about it

roy doesnt really have a mom and just lives with his dad and will sometimes stay at susie and pump's house or the bitchass uncle's before he said adios and died

ross just lives with his mom and his step brother is kevin who lives in his own house ✋🏾

robert lives with his older brother radford and his little sister who i havent thought about im sorry and radford kinda just takes care of them

thats it 😊*turns off light crawls into bed and falls asleep*

[everybody-loves-purdy]

B.P Anon-

Small rewrite that’s kinda messy; Imagine Blue and Thistle actually being friends? He helps her get out of her funk and maybe discover her fire early on? Maybe Blue and Thistle make a good power duo? They’re rightfully feared and respected because Blue has anger issues from her past and Thistle just likes to fight? They blow off steam together, trust each other, get on each other’s nerves too, but they CAN come to a balance.

Then Blue starts to notice Thistle’s cruelty. Just little things at first like roughly handling prey, a bit more savagery than usual in fights. But it’s nothing right? Surely he just wants to protect his Clan, a very respectable thing! It’s nothing.

And then the visions of blood. Nightmares. Claws and blood together, death everywhere. Bluefur even has a dream of Thistleclaw battle training, claws out with cats she’s never seen before in a woodland area covered in shadows. She starts noticing things more. He always resorts to violence no matter the cost, no matter who gets hurt. She’s concerned for her friend, was he always like this?

After Snowfur’s death they obviously have a falling out. Thistleclaw blames her of course, after all, Snowfur died on her watch. Bluefur tries to tell him what happened but he doesn’t want to hear it. They rarely speak to each other now.

He still threatens her to stay away from his son, but Bluefur doesn’t take kindly to it. They actually come to blows over it, and it’s clear they’ll never be friends again. No matter what though, Bluefur vows to never let Thistleclaw’s violence taint Whitekit. He’ll have to put her in the ground first.

She’s sad to see Tigerpaw turn out like Thistleclaw so soon into the training, but she never expected Thistle to allow attacking a kit! She’s outraged and hurt that the cat she used to be so close to could be such a monster. Now she *knows* she has to take control of the prophecy. She has to be deputy instead of Thistleclaw.

They butt heads more, each time showing more and more of how dark the spiky warrior has become, each time raising the stakes. When she’s finally made deputy, she thinks everyone is safe now. The sacrifices she made finally mean something. That is, until this weird look is in her ex friend’s eye. One that she can’t shake no matter what. Moons later, the same look is in Tigerclaw’s eye for just a heartbeat, but she squashes any anxieties over it. When Thistleclaw dies she grieves over him, something that shocks her. Maybe if things had been different, if there was no prophecy, maybe they could have stayed friends.

Maybe worked through his issues together. Like he did with her. Like old times. To honor what their friendship was, she decides to treat Tigerclaw as a clean slate. Trust in the dark tabby, confide in him. Thistleclaw was like a father to him, so of course they can bond. They can be friends too. She ignores that weird look in his eyes again. She ignores the rise of panic in her gut as a large brown shape slinks into her den one day, and she could swear Thistleclaw was right behind her, ready to pounce. She turns, seeing Tigerclaw, seeing her trusted warrior.

She’s transported back seasons ago as his claws rake her sides. Oakheart is pinned under Thistleclaw, his eyes wide, his throat filling with blood as he’s beaten within an inch of his life simply for accidentally trespassing. She feels pain close to that of being flayed alive as Thistleclaw nearly rips off her pelt when she throws herself between them. When Tigerclaw prepares to kill her, his eyes cold with malice. She sees Fireheart racing in to rescue her, fire that was to save the Clans, but fire that destroyed everything she loved. She can’t ignore that any longer.

This is so good

[disgruntleddemon]

Aspenflight

Gorsefall

Violetstream

Lilyfrost

(oops! all plants)

Troutshade

Aspenflight:

They're a gray and white tabby with bright yellow eyes. They're got spiky wild fur that they rarely bother grooming. Their tail bushes out a bit at the end. They also big ass ears

They're from Windclan

They're a bit anxious and jittery. They try and make up for it by being outgoing. They're very chatty and tend to nervously ramble on. They love hunting. Running on the moor soothes their nerves a bit. They also keep a strip of rabbit fur and rub it when they're feeling especially anxious. They bring it with them to gatherings too. Their mate is Violetstream they and often have to work on not feeling like she's is gonna leave them. They have trouble sleeping at night if they can't cuddle up with their Violetstream. On nice nights the two of them stay just outside of the den and sleep under the stars. Aspen finds the wind to be calming, so outdoor sleeping is quite soothing.

Gorsefall:

He's a mottled reddish brown tabby with green eyes. He's got thick fluffy fur and a big chest. He's got an bit of an under bite and his bottom teeth stick out. One his back legs is twisted so he walks with a limp

He's from shadowclan

He's a relaxed and easy going guy. He hopes to be deputy some day, but he hasn't gotten an apprentice yet. He cares a lot about his clan and trys to keep track of things and help out whenever he can. He can be pretty rule bound. He'll certainly chide you if he catches you breaking a rule. He doesn't make a scene of it though. And if it's not serious, he won't tell anyone and lectures you in private. He can be seen as a little annoying at times, but ultimately a well meaning cat.

Violetstream:

She's a dilute tortie with violet eyes. She's got tunneler blood so she's stockier than most windclan cats. She has a long feathery tail and soft downy fur. She has an old scar on her shoulder from a battle.

She's from Windclan

She's quiet and loves listening to what others have to say. She has a fascination with cats and their inter personal relationships. She thinks cross clan relationships should be allowed, and would love to watch how they'd play out. She'd be quite the gossiper if she was chattier. She likes to weave heather and other wild flowers into her tail. She's mates with Aspenflight n loves them to pieces. She likes to knead them to calm em down. She also keeps track of their rabbit strip. She could listen to them talk all day long.

Lilyfrost:

He's a thin silver tabby point. He has big blue eyes. His fur is short and soft. One of his ears is nicked. he's got a kind looking face that always seems understanding.

He's from skyclan

He gets to be an evil medcat cause he deserves it. He's a skilled healer, and loves his clan. He's got strong opinions on it though. When his leader appointed a deputy he didn't like, he decided to take matters into his own paws. When the deputy got sick with green cough, Lilyfrost poisoned them. After that he faked a prophecy to choose which deputy he liked. Since then he's lost his connection to starclan. So now he's been faking prophecies. He uses them to control everything from leaders decisions to who gets apprenticed to who. So far no one suspects anything, but he often worries how long he can keep it up.

Troutshade:

He's a gray and brown tabby cat. His fur is fluffy and flowy. His has a big muzzle and big paws. His nose is half pink and half black. His eyes are green.

He's from riverclan

He's a jovial but lazy senior warrior. He likes to hang out in camp and doze in the sun. He's nearing retirement age so most cats just leave him be. He likes decorating his face with fishscales. He loves how they glitter in the sun. If you ask he'll stick some to your face too. He mostly hunts land prey, since though he loves swimming, the water washes off the scales. He also pierced his ear with a small fishhook. Most of his clan mates still find it weird, but he thinks it's super cool. He got it as an apprentice so it's very old now. He enjoys decorating himself however he can honestly

[shinebrite97]

Welcome Back to The Devildom - Part 1

“Yuri Ivanov, please exit the building. There are police at every exit. Turn yourself in and let this end now. You’re parents are with us. You’re going to be safe.”

Let this end. 

The words played like a broken record in her head.

Let this end. Let this end. Let this end. 

Her hands trembled, the pistol between her fingers left like a hundred pound weight., and with One final quivering breath she flipped the safety button up. 

It was ready. 

She was ready. 

“Greed…” she whispered, remembering each instance in the past three months where she chose to be selfish. Each time she made flimsy excuses to keep her money to herself, each time she shorted on dues in the club. 

“Envy…” All the times she sabotaged her co-workers, her sisters. 

“Gluttony…” Stealing from the club’s snack pantry was easy enough, no cameras in the dressing room, just an honor system and plenty of downtime alone in the salon. 

“Lust…” At her age, it was easy enough to find work in some sleazy strip club, plenty of extra unsolicited money to be made under the table, who cared if she ever enjoyed it or not. 

“Sloth…” It took effort on her part, oversleeping and being late for work and skipping plans just for some self care in her cheap little rented room.

“Wrath…” She had been so angry, so tired of her treatment, so tired of the men around her feeling entitled to her body, to her thoughts, to her smiles, she hadn’t thought twice when she shot the man who followed her home, cat-calling and threatening her as she ignored him. 

“Last but not least, Pride…” She never asked for help, she became her own self-fulfilled prophecy. She never accepted anyone’s well-wishes, she allowed Him to take over whenever she felt like caving, whenever she felt like seeking help for the hole she’d put herself into. But no. 

She swore to them the day she left that she’d make them proud. That she’d come back down a legend. 

They smiled at her, thinking she was just being cute, they didn’t realize the severity of her promise. 

“Yuri...please come out sweetheart…” The voice now was her mother. The only person who tried to adapt to her sudden return. The only one who didn’t now hate her. 

“No,” She whispered to herself. “I need to go back.”

She wondered if Solomon had lost his memory, or Luke, or Simeon. But she knew it wouldn’t make sense. They all had power, Solomon was a magician older than dirt with a possible vendetta against God, and the Angels were ambassadors, they’d remember everything to report back. 

It was her. The lowly human with no magic, with nothing but spite to bring back the memories of the last year of her life. 

“I’ll make you proud.”

She had done it before. She knew exactly how this weapon worked. How it fit in her fingers, how immediate this would be. 

One more exhale. One whimper of despair. 

Then she raised the barrel to her temple. 

I’m coming home.

                                    ------------------------------------------

One moment she was sitting on the floor of her rented room above a Chinese restaurant, the next she was sprawled out on a cold hard floor with a blinding headache. 

“Rise.” The command came from a reverberating voice, deep like rolling thunder, and as she glanced up, feeling pain shoot from every nerve ending, all the unpleasant sensations ceased at once at the sight before her. 

Golden eyes and spiky red hair. Royal jewel tones in his clothes, rich-colored skin and an air of ownership over the space around them. 

Lord Diavolo. Her first friendly face of the Devildom in life and now in death, and she was so happy she could cry all over again.

Yuri squeaked in pain as she obeyed, shifting to her knees, pausing to take a deep breath and prepare herself, and then stepping onto the sole of her foot, using her upturned knee for support, but as she pushed herself up, she felt herself fall. 

She never hit the ground. Instead meeting eye to golden eye with Diavolo. She could see herself reflected in the endless pools of color, before his pupils took over, expanding fast as he let out a choked sound. 

“...Yuri?” His lips fell slack as the emotions flitted across his face, his ever expressive face.  

It was shock. 

It was happiness.

A pause of realization.

Then pain. 

Anger. 

Denial. 

Sadness. 

“Hello again, Lord Diavolo.” 

She figured there would be judgement. Before she ever learned of the devildom, she often pictured a looming monstrous creature with horns and a tail flanked by tiny gargoyle servants with pitchforks, waiting for the new soul to become their playthings. 

She expected fire. 

To say Hell was not what she expected was an understatement. 

Once Diavolo had recovered from his initial shock, he began the barrage of questions.

Why was she here? 

How did she get here? 

Where was Solomon? 

Where were the angels? 

When he finally paused for a breath, Yuri lowered her head in shame. 

“I...I came here alone.” She said. 

“How?” he asked. “That’s a feat of magic, you’d need a portal, you’d need runes, you would need Magic, Yuri.”

“Sir, I…” 

“Yuri…” Now it was Barbatos, filling in the assumed position of the gargoyle henchman, still just Diavolo’s faithful butler, a student just like she had been. She flinched when he brought his gloved hand close to her face. Unprepared for the gentle touch he maintained, turning her head to examine her closely, clicking his tongue at the sight of the smoldering hole in the side of her head.. 

“You killed yourself, didn’t you?” His voice was a soothing whisper. His tone was too sweet for the words he used, but with hesitance, she nodded.

“Yuri…” Diavolo whispered. “No…” 

“I did.” She replied. 

“Milord…” Barbatos said, turning his full attention to Diavolo. “Please inform Lucifer. I will bring Yuri to a cell until her judgement is prepared.” 

“Judgement?” She asked. 

“Circumstances…” Barbatos said. “You came down here organically. Just like any other human or angel who falls, we must assess your sin, we must figure out where you stand among your new brethren.”

Yuri nodded. 

“Okay.” 

“I will inform the brothers.” Diavolo said. 

“I will make all necessary arrangements.” Barbatos added.

“And you, my dear, will follow Barbatos.”

                                           *   *   *   *   *

[need1etail]

Made some AlderPuddleNeedle hypokits :3c!!!

Mapleflight: named after the maple prophecy by Alderheart, takes after Alderheart and Puddleshine, big boy but not the biggest. Becomes a medicine cat under Puddleshine. Has a boyfriend in Blazefire. Has a maple leaf mark on his chest. Purple eyes because red and blue makes purple right?

Pinestep: smoll moggy, smallest out of all his siblings, he/him lesbian, looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you. He's named after Pinenose by Puddleshine (of course) and is in ThunderClan with his GF, one of Mousewhisker and Stormcloud's kits. Has the same "witch hat" as Puddleshine and got Needle's spiky fur.

Skywish: a quite medicine cat under her father, Alderheart, she takes after him and Needletail. Loves boys, she/her gay, and has bfs in Gravelnose of SkyClan and Harelight of RiverClan. Very good at interpreting omens and prophecies and loves sunsets. She's the biggest of the three by far, nearly as tall as her Uncle Lionblaze.

[twilights-800-cats]

<< Allegiances || Chapter 20 || Chapter 21 || Chapter 22 || From the Beginning >>

Chapter 21

The next morning was crisp and touched with a chill that Mistyfoot hadn’t felt in a while. As she stood and stretched her muscles, she relished it, recalling the clinging heat that had permeated the forest back home and how miserable that had been. Has the drought fully ended there, I wonder?

She wasn’t the first to awaken – Stoneheart and Crowpaw were up and alert, grooming themselves and chatting quietly. Mistyfoot blinked in shock at how easily Crowpaw seemed to fit in to the group now. Nowhere in the forest, beyond a Gathering, would a ShadowClan and WindClan cat talk to one another so readily.

Mistyfoot felt her belly rumble, but she wasn’t starving, not after yesterday’s big meal. Still, Nightpaw and Stormfur were perusing the prey pile, picking at its remnants for anything still worth eating. Just a few steps away, Shadepaw was burying the bones of the prey they’d eaten the night before, speaking reverently to StarClan over the remains.

We’re like a Clan, Mistyfoot thought. The group had only been traveling a pawful of days, but they had quickly come together through trial and tribulation and necessity. A warm feeling spread in Mistyfoot’s chest – was this StarClan’s intent?

Still, some part of her feared that closeness. There were good reasons the Clans kept to themselves for the most part. The warrior code demanded loyalty to one’s Clan above all.

“Share?”

Mistyfoot blinked out of her own thoughts. Stormfur was standing before her, one of the mice they’d caught together yesterday in his jaws.

He laid it at her paws. “It’s a little cold, but it’ll do for the first part of the day, at least,” he reasoned.

Mistyfoot nodded in agreement. They bent their heads together and shared the mouse meat between them. When their muzzles brushed, Mistyfoot felt a shock of electricity course through her pelt. She pulled away, perhaps a little too quickly.

Stormfur didn’t seem to mind. “Feathertail is sleeping in, I think,” he decided.

Mistyfoot glanced over at his sister, glad for the deflection. The silver tabby she-cat was still curled up in a tight ball, twitching in her sleep. “Should we wake her?”

Stormfur glanced up at the gray dawn. “Not just yet,” he decided. “Everyone else is still shaking off sleep, after all.”

Mistyfoot’s gaze lingered on Feathertail. The silver tabby had been quick the change the subject away last night, even though she’d been the one to bring it up in the first place. She was a puzzle – eager and kind, but there was something deeper that she was having a hard time hiding. Mistyfoot could not forget just how swift she had been to believe Mistyfoot’s dreams, not to mention how she had dodged every question Mistyfoot asked about why Stormfur had come along.

“Is Feathertail okay?” Mistyfoot asked quietly. “Did something happen in RiverClan?”

Stormfur’s eyes clouded. The big gray tom looked down at his paws, and Mistyfoot guessed that he was fighting with whether or not he ought to tell her the truth. “Being half-Clan is hard,” was all he said in the end. “We’ve all got our reasons for coming along.”

Mistyfoot swallowed. “I’m sorry for pressing,” she said.

Stormfur touched his muzzle to her ear. “Feathertail would claw my ears off if I told,” he said. “Otherwise, I would never dream of keeping secrets from you.”

Mistyfoot blinked at him, the warmth in his tone chasing away the chill in the air.

“Oh!”

Feathertail’s mew cut through the quiet murmurs of the other cats. Mistyfoot’s ears pricked as Stormfur padded away to stand beside his sister, who was awake – Feathertail’s eyes were wide, and she looked as if she’d woken with a shock.

“I saw it!” she mewed, quietly at first. Her eyes locked with Mistyfoot’s, wide and dazzled. “Mistyfoot, I saw it!”

“Saw what?” Shadepaw wondered.

The group gathered around Feathertail, ears flicking and tails twisting in curiosity. Mistyfoot blinked at Feathertail, confused. The silver tabby she-cat got to her paws and shook out her pelt. She looked at them all eagerly.

“I saw the lake!” she proclaimed. “The same one that Mistyfoot saw – a big stretch of water, all filled up with stars!”

“Really?” Stoneheart breathed, his eyes wide.

Mistyfoot’s heart raced. Her dream of the lake had nagged in the back of her mind, a worry that perhaps this was a wild goose chase after all. But Feathertail saw it too, and validation filled Mistyfoot from ears to toes.

“Did anyone else have a dream last night?” Shadepaw asked, her tail flicking.

Stoneheart shook his head, and Crowpaw only grunted.

“Did you learn anything new?” Nightpaw asked Feathertail, his eyes sparkling.

Feathertail shook her head. “No,” she answered, “but I did hear the prophecy again.” She looked up at Stormfur. “It sounded like Brambleclaw,” she added sadly. Stormfur touched his nose to her cheek.

“It’s better than nothing,” Crowpaw decided.

Shadepaw nodded. “It must mean we’re on the right track!” she said. “StarClan is still watching us!”

“Then we should keep moving!” Stormfur purred, looking up from his sister. “There’s another Twolegplace ahead; I want to get away from it as soon as possible.”

“Crowpaw, do you know our heading?” Stoneheart asked.

Crowpaw nodded, raising his chin. His tail flicked. “The Father points that way,” he meowed.

Mistyfoot followed the direction of his tail. Like Stormfur had said, there was a Twolegplace ahead, and regrettably it seemed like the Father was pointing them in that direction. This Twolegplace was bigger than the last, and after what happened before Mistyfoot wasn’t encouraged by the idea of this one.

We’re closer than before, though, Mistyfoot thought, looking over the group. Her eyes rested on Stormfur, who was so comfortably leading the way. We can do this, together.

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“Well, I thought we could sneak by,” sighed Stormfur. The big gray tom turned to look at the others. “Seems like this place goes on forever, though.”

“That’s all right,” Shadepaw offered. The small she-cat looked nervous. “I’m sure we can do it.”

Mistyfoot frowned. The Twolegplace was looming not far ahead – but what had stopped the group was a thin Twoleg fence, penning in some more sheep. From Crowpaw’s sharp eyes, it seemed like that from here on it was paddock after paddock until they hit the Twolegplace proper.

“We’ll have to be careful,” Stoneheart meowed. Regrettably, the posts of the fence were thin posts of some hard Twoleg material – tall and impossible to grip with claws. Between them were strings of more Twoleg stuff, with sharp, spiky bits at regular intervals. “I’m sure there’s a way around this mess.”

The big gray tom padded up to the fence and gave it a sniff. “It’s like some of the fences around the Carrionplace,” he decided. “Those little spiky parts can rip out an unsuspecting cats’ belly.”

Mistyfoot grimaced. Feathertail’s eyes widened. “Is there any way around it?”

Stoneheart nodded. He padded up and down the lengths of the fence, sniffing occasionally. Mistyfoot felt worry prick her pelt. How many times had Stoneheart had to deal with a deadly fence like this?

“Here we go,” Stoneheart decided, a few paces down. He carefully gripped one of the lowest fence strings in his jaws, just between two of the spiky bits. The ground beneath was soft and lower, and when Stoneheart lifted upward, there was enough space for even Stormfur’s fluffy body to squeeze through. “Hurry!”

Nightpaw, Shadepaw, and Crowpaw squeezed through first, with ease – they were the smallest of the group. Mistyfoot went next, nerves making her legs tremble. She felt the barest hint of the barbs against her flank and she shot into the field, bristling.

Feathertail came next, cursing as she left behind a clump of her own fur. Then came Stormfur, who, in an effort not to get stuck under another fence, emerged with dirt-clogged belly fur rather. “At least I kept my pelt!” he chuckled, which made Feathertail bristle.

Stormfur took the fence from Stoneheart, who squeezed through easily. Stoneheart checked his shoulders, and then checked Feathertail’s pelt. He turned to the others and meowed, “Sometimes cats get really sick when they get cut by these fences. It’s best just to not let it happen at all.”

Shadepaw blinked. Mistyfoot wondered if she was aware of the sickness that Stoneheart was talking about – but she gave nothing away, only nodded in understanding.

“That was easier than it seemed!” Nightpaw assured, waving his tail.

“Only because you’re the size of a mouse,” Crowpaw grunted.

Nightpaw gave him a playful shove. “I’ll bet supper that I can cross these fences better than you!”

“Nightpaw!” chided Shadepaw.

“You’re on,” Crowpaw decided, muzzle curled.

Shadepaw bristled. “Both of you! I swear!”

Mistyfoot’s whiskers twitched in amusement. At least Nightpaw seemed eager to make things entertaining, rather than succumbing to worry like the older cats seemed to be.

Stormfur led the way across the paddock, avoiding the sheep that were grazing off of the dewy grass. When they reached the other side Nightpaw practically slid underneath the fence, with Crowpaw following.

“One down,” Stormfur sighed as the rest managed to slip through. Shadepaw chased after Nightpaw and Crowpaw, chastising them for the risks they were taking. Stormfur’s whiskers twitched. “Too many more to go.”

“Maybe we can go around once we’re through these sheep fields?” Stoneheart suggested.

“Maybe,” Feathertail agreed. Her tail swished close. “I really don’t want to go through that Twolegplace.”

Mistyfoot grunted her agreement. Crossing sheep fields were one thing – trying to wrangle this many cats through Twolegplace, with all the noise and dangers, was entirely another. No amount of experience could prepare any Clan cat for what lay inside the stone walls where Twolegs tread.

The group kept on track, covering the length of ground between paddocks with ease and good conversation. The day began to heat up, so they took refuge underneath some trees near sunhigh to beat the worst of the heat. Crowpaw and Nightpaw immediately began to wrestle, battering one another with their paws in a friendly practice duel.

It was all fine until the wind changed.

The smell crossed their noses, thick and strong – fox.

Suddenly the earth beneath the trees erupted with the barking snarls of foxes. Three of the russet-colored creatures emerged from their den below the trees, narrowing angry, beady eyes down their pointed snouts at the warriors.

“Up the trees!” screeched Stormfur.

Immediately the cats scattered. Mistyfoot’s claws dug into the nearest tree and she pulled herself up, her heart beating in her ears. She crouched on a branch, trembling as the entire tree shook with the force of the foxes throwing themselves against the trunk.

Stoneheart and Feathertail were just a branch above her. Feathertail whimpered every time the foxes barked. Stormfur had managed to get himself up one of the other trees. Shadepaw was with him, helping Crowpaw up to her branch.

“Nightpaw?” Mistyfoot called. “Nightpaw, where are you?”

There was a yowl of fear.

Mistyfoot’s heart clenched. She turned her head. Nightpaw was trying to make his way up the tree with Shadepaw and Crowpaw and Stormfur – but his claws couldn’t hold the bark.

“Come on, Nightpaw!” Stormfur called.

“Please!” Shadepaw cried. “You can do it!”

The foxes surrounded the tree, barking and bristling and slavering as Nightpaw began to slide. One of the foxes leaped up and grasped its jaws around Nightpaw’s legs, pulling him down with a screech of pain. The red-furred creatures surrounded the small black cat, only his tail poking through the mass of them.

Mistyfoot sprang.

It felt as if she were floating outside of her body. She watched herself fly off of her branch and land down below, heard herself scream in defiance at the creatures. Her mind flashed back to Snakerocks, to Shrewpaw and Nightpaw cowering in the face of the badger. She shoved her way through the foxes and rounded, bristling and snarling, Nightpaw beneath her.

I lost one of you, I won’t dare lose the other!

[movedtojjadestar]

I’m thinking about how eventually starclan cats fade away when their memories are forgotten, and thinking maybe other things would happen depending on HOW the cats are remembered

Like everyone usually looks like they do when they were alive, even most leaders. However there are VERY special exceptions.

Firestar, for example, is mostly the same but is incredibly bright and the edges of his fur are just a liiiitle wispy

But the same goes for the dark forest cats. Again most look how they did when they were alive, but more often than starclan cats get their memories twisted. So tigerstar still looks mostly the same, his memory is still recent so no one remembered him too differently, but after a couple of years he started growing slightly and more scars start popping up.

Now the most noticeable cats are mapleshade and brokenstar. Brokenstar is again pretty recent, but shadowclan has a habit of completely squashing the memories of exiled cats. But brokenstars memory still exists. But only as a scary story told to kits. This really warped his appearance, he’s huge and ragged with his eyes nearly completely gone. His underbite has changed into huge fangs and he’s turned even more hostile to young cats

Now MAPLESHADE however. There are currently no living cats that know she existed, so why is she still in the dark forest? It’s because her story has been retold to young cats for a VERY long time. Her figure has grown nearly double the original size and her teeth and claws have grown and sharpened. Her fur is spiky and rough and her pelt color has changed from a regular calico to more harsh reds and an almost blue color.

And FINNALY the leaders still live in starclan. Who would forget the original founders of the clans? Of course there would be story’s passed down. They live past the edges of starclan and are barely recognizable as cats, and they’re the ones who dole out prophecies, which is why the starclan cats who give prophecies to the living don’t really know how they’re supposed to turn out

[plagued-yakuza]

OLYMPIAN  AESTHETICS.

TAGGED BY:  @anxfeather​ TAGGING:  @purepestilence @sparks-for-hire @spiky-crystal-girl @horncd

APHRODITE.   LAUGHTER-LOVING,      SWEET  SMILES,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    FLOWER  IN  THEIR  HAIR,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,   THE  SEA  WASHING  THEIR  ANKLES,     in  love  with  love,     stirrer  of  passion,   cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,     secret  daggers,     DOVES,     REVOLUTION  IN  THEIR  KISS,    DELIGHTING  IN  THE  WAVES,     flirtatious  winks,     STROLLING  ALONG  THE  BEACH,     STARING  WISTFULLY  FROM  A  BALCONY,  this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,     WANTS  TO  BE  ADORED,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO.   glitz  and  glamour,  art  galleries,     TURNING  THE  VOLUME  UP,     being  made  of  gold,     NEATLY-ORGANIZED  MUSIC  SHEETS,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,     BATHING  IN  THE  SUNLIGHT,  the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,     playing  multiple  instruments,   TASTING  LIKE  SUNSHINE,     HEALING  TOUCH,     speaking  in  prophecies,   smile  mingled  with  wrath,   shunning  lies,   sporting  shades,     HANGING  OUT  AT  MUSIC  FESTIVALS  WITH  THEIR  FRIENDS,     sleeps  naked,   ARROW  TO  THE  HEART,     paint  brushes,     probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES.     armed  for  battle,     WANTS  TO  RAISE  A  DOG  WITH  THEIR  SIGNIFICANT  OTHER,    soft  spot  for  children, GIVES  PIGGYBACK  RIDES,     SCARRED  BODY, blood  on  their  hands  and  face, WILLING  TO  FIGHT  THE  WORLD  FOR  THE  ONES  THEY  LOVE,      FIGHTS  AGAINST  INJUSTICE,     WARM  HUGS,    well-worn  combat  boots, boxing gloves,   bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,   fist  raised  in  protest,     IGNITES  REVOLUTIONS,     FEAR  IS  A  PRISON,   MORE  SENSITIVE  THAN  WHAT  THEIR  TOUGH  SHELL  WOULD  HAVE  YOU  THINK,     exhausted,    DAMAGED  GOODS,    force  to  be  reckoned  with,     RED  ROSES,   CURSES  UNDER  THEIR  BREATH.

ARTEMIS.     KEEN  SENSE  OF  A  HUNTER, FRECKLES  LIKE  CONSTELLATIONS  ON  THEIR  SKIN,    PIERCING  EYES, disheveled  braid,   moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     THE  CALM  OF  THE  FOREST  AT  NIGHT,     LYING  ON  THE  GRASS  AND  STARING  AT  THE  STARS,   mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     PROTECTING  THEIR  KIN, the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,   quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,    running  with  wolves, BONDING  WHILE  CIRCLED  AROUND  A  CAMPFIRE,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,    arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,    patience  on  3%,    touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA.     DISCERNING  GAZE,    unreadable  face, quiet  museums,    OWL  PERCHED  ON  THEIR  FINGER,     ARMOR  THAT  INTIMIDATES,     eye  for  architecture,     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses,     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy, big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,     ancient  buildings,     SWEATERS  IN  NEUTRALS  AND  COOL  COLORS,    hair  done  up,     can  kill  you  with  their  brain, heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,     SHARPENED  PENCILS,   abs  that  can  cut  steel, stoic  statues,     pottery classes.

DEMETER.     SOIL-COVERED  HANDS,    SMILE  THAT  CAN  BLOOM  FLOWERS,     SKIN  LOVED  BY  THE  SUN,     BEING  THE  MOM-FRIEND,   can  lift  you  and  your  friends, FLOWERS  KEPT  IN  THE  POCKETS  OF  OVERALLS,    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,     LEAVES  RUSTLING  IN  THE  WIND,     stalks  of  wheat,     PICKING  FRUIT,     greenhouses,     HEART  AS  STRONG  AS  A  MOUNTAIN,     VALUES  SIMPLICITY,     DAISIES  DOTTED  ACROSS  A  COLLARBONE,     CURLS  CROWNED  WITH  FLOWERS,     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk  shitposter,     on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second,     seductive  smirks,   untamed curls,     rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,     sleek-furred  panthers,     theater  masks,    stage  productions,     receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     BEING  THE  BABY  OF  THE  BUNCH,     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,     creeping  vines,     INSPIRING  LOYALTY,    grand  opera  houses,    masquerade  balls,    rolls  of  film,   shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor,   pouring  champagne  into  flutes,     lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS.   THE  CALLOUSED  HANDS  OF  SOMEONE  WHO  KNOWS  LABOR,  SWEATY  BROW,     FLAME  BURNING  IN  THEIR  EYES,     inventive  mind,   broad  shoulders,     steampunk  goggles,     nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,     ashes, striking  a  match,     blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness,   work  boots  have  seen  better  years,    wrinkled  plaid  shirts,    iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,   huge  jackets,    crafting  masterpieces,     greased-stained  overalls,     fascination  with  robotics,   pain  is  fuel,   stack  of  weaponry,     even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA.     resting  bitch  face,     dressed  to  the  nines,    cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,    COOL  RAIN,   LOVING  AND  HATING  FIERCELY,   HAND  CLUTCHING  A  STRING  OF  PEARLS,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals,   plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,    romance  to  realism,   PICTURES  OF  THE  SKY  WHILE  FLYING  ON  A  PLANE, downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix,  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded,    knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man,   dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul, MARBLE  AND  GOLD.

HERMES.     devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,     WILL  STEAL  YOUR  FRENCH  FRIES,     DOES  IT  FOR  THE VINE,     SHITPOSTER,     PUTS  GOOGLY  EYES  ON  EVERYTHING,     MEME  HOARDER,     long  drives  on  the  highway,     ma  and  pop  diners,     SPONTANEOUS  ROAD  TRIPS,     folded  maps,     fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,     CHATTING  UP  STRANGERS  AS  YOU  ALL  JOURNEY  TO  YOUR  OWN  DESTINATIONS,     GOES  JOGGING  IN  THE  MORNING,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,     MENACE  ON  APRIL FOOL’S,     hoodies  and  sneakers.  

POSEIDON.     storm  with  skin,    colorful  coral  reefs,   waves  crashing  against  the  shore, stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat,     their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,     TOUSLED  LOCKS,     clothes  smeared  with  paint,     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,     leather  jackets, FONDNESS  FOR  DIY  PROJECTS,    handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page,     nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin,     VELVETY  SINGING  VOICE  THAT  HAUNTS  YOUR  DREAMS,     mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,     the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS.   THUNDER  IN  THEIR  HEART, running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     NATURAL  CHARISMA,     eloquence,    badass  in  a  nice  suit,   aficionado  of  history,     FORCE OF NATURE,   lenny  face,     NIGHTMARE-FILLED  NIGHTS,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,    HIGH-RISE  BUILDINGS,     PLANES  SOARING  THROUGH  A  CLOUDLESS  SKY,     technician  on  the  piano, maintains  order,    strong  handshake,   juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

[tobeathief]

Prophecies and Spiky Cats: Chapter 2 [Can also be found on Wattpad, A03 and Fanfiction.net]

The sun could just be seen bathing the streets in a comforting glow as Sabetha, wrapped in a thick woollen cloak, shuffled through the burning city. She passed an apothecary shop on her left. It’s windows black with smoke; the view inside haunting and dark. Another victim to fires from the night before. So there really was to be no other option.

Sabetha made her way to the bay, dodging glassed eyed people stumbling throughout the streets. The cold sea air greeted her, biting at her skin as she scanned the docks for a ship she knew should be there.

After a few minutes of searching, she found it.

The Volantyne's Resolve.

The same ship she had packed Locke and Jean onto after they had arrived in Karthain. To think that if it wasn’t for their smarts and tenacity, she and Locke would still be distant, lost friends. Long ago lovers.

That would have been better. It would have been better that he had hated her for playing a dirty trick than her let them fall back in love again, only to leave him when she promised she wouldn’t. He will be more than angry at her. Locke could never hate her, but he’ll be so disappointed. She had yet again broken his heart.

And what did she do it for? For a lie probably. She willingly went along with everything Patience wanted, like a puppet. That wasn’t who she was, who she wanted to be.

Patience didn’t make her leave, she willingly left causing all that pain to Locke herself. She was so, so stupid.

Maybe she had just wanted an excuse to run. Maybe she had summoned Patience with her doubts and invented a few stories in the hopes one of them would make her go running.

A pawn. That is what she had become. This was not the strong woman she had dreamed to become as a child. Someone who would fight for what they believe in and not let anyone walk all over them. Every bit of pain she was about to suffer was justifiable.

As she walked up to the ship, Patience's words rang true in her ears like a death bell. 'No matter what decisions you make today, you will leave this house carrying Locke's child.' Patience could have been lying of course. Just because they had had sex and she couldn't drink her contraceptive tea didn't mean she would become pregnant. It could have been all a deception to cause Locke more suffering. Maybe it wasn't the loss of a child Patience wanted to cause him, but the very thing he desired most in this world just when he has had it back. Her. And she had let her do it.

It wasn't too late. She could turn back. But Sabetha, clinging onto that piece of the future that could be all hers. Just hers. Walked on to the deck and didn’t look back. As she boarded, a few sailors started to tell her she shouldn't be aboard when Solus Volantyne stepped out of a cabin and turned pale at the sight of her.

"Oh, dear Mistress Gallante. I'm so sorry, your charges. They jumped overboard and must be shark bait by now. My apologies for the failure. Your esteemed forgiveness I must beg of you."

"Never mind that. That is in the past. I am not here about those two, I require safe passage out of Karthain. And in return, I will pardon you from your slip-up and not ask for my money back, and some."

"Of course, of course. Any request on where you would like to go?"

"No. Anywhere. Just out of here, and not the marrows, either. Show me to my cabin. We must leave as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mistress. This way, and I'll have Aldaric cook you something as soon as possible."

"Excellent." Volantyne showed Sabetha to her room. It was ornately decorated with cushions and silks and lanterns. It even still had the bars on the windows. Sabetha smiled at the thought of being in the same room as she has shipped of Locke and Jean. The copy of Lucarno's Republic of Thieves was still on the shelf among the many other books. "Thank you Volantyne, you may leave me now."

Volantyne politely nodded and closed the door behind himself. Many times it annoyed her how men would grovel at her feet like she was some land walking Goddess, but most of the time it had its advantages. It wasn't her fault they would throw themselves to the sharks to please her. And it became useful when she wanted to squeeze them from every copper they owned. That, she didn't want to do to Volantyne, but a free trip out of Karthain was nothing to scoff at.

Sabetha had just sat down on one of the low beds with a book when a Vadran man with greyish-blonde hair stumbled into the cabin carrying a silver tray set. "I have your-ah damn." He cursed as something small and fast ran between his feet almost tripping him up. "Come back here you little ankle biter." The ankle-biter in question ran out of the reach of the cook and onto the bed with Sabetha. Peering around her, teasingly.

"Oh, who are you, you gorgeous little thing," Sabetha said, picking the cat up into her arms. It couldn't have been more than a year old and was pure black, with a splodge of white on its neck. "You're very regal looking aren't you."

"That's our latest stowaway Mistress, he jumped ship about a week ago and seems to think he owns the place. The other cats don't quite know what to do with him.”

"Oh, a troublemaker, are you?" Sabetha said, giving the cat a playful tap on the nose, "Then I will call you Locke, that'll suit you."

Aldaric set the tray down on one of the low tables, "I'm so sorry about him Mistress, I'll remove him right away."

"Nonsense, he can stay and keep me company. I've had my fair share of troublemakers in my life, this one is no different." At that, the cat started to purr affectionately and rub his head on her hands.

"As you wish it, Mistress," Aldaric said with a slight bow, "Here are the foods you requested. I will now take my leave." Sabetha thanked him and he disappeared with a click of the door.

Sabetha gently pushed the cat, Locke, off her lap and received a disgruntled mew in response. "Oh shush, you have to let me eat something," And replaced him with the tray of food. Sabetha lifted one of the lids and a steaming bowl of what looked like vegetable soup was underneath. Under the others, she found a few slices of thick crusty bread, some cold meats and cheese. It all smelled divine.

Locke meowed in response and tried to push himself up on to the tray, only to be gently batted down. "Now, if you behave, I'll let you have some, ok?" The cat looked vaguely annoyed by the notion, but sat down next to her, eye level with the food and did not move an inch.

Halfway through her meal, Locke still not having moved from his perch, she broke off some meats and cheese and offered them to the cat, who greedily accepted with sharp teeth. Locke then began growling possessively.

"If you continue, I'm going to start growling too. I gave you that food, I'm not going to take it back." He eyed her and continued to munch on the food in silence.

Sabetha finished her meal and offered the last few scraps to Locke, who greedily licked at the bowl until it looked unused and clean. "You were sure hungrier than you looked, rat population a bit low, huh?"

Locke licked his lips and moved to the end of the bed, circled a few times before curling up in a ball and started to wash himself. Sabetha giggled and laid down next to him, book in hand until they were curled up together.

As Sabetha began to read, Locke started biting and licking her fingers, and when he noticed her staring, rubbed up next to her playfully and curled under her chin, giving her jaw a few playful nips and licks. "Oh, a flirt are you? You are almost as bad as your namesake." Locke just purred, while Sabetha stroked him and read herself to sleep.

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