#shine wc

[eggfeather]

shine

[warriors-pride]

Slides this here to show I'm not dead

[starrblood]

Dartwarcharic [left] // Gender related to Dart from Warriors

Shinewarcharic [right] // Gender related to Shine from Warriors

Art by @/cloudtail

diversity win! the background characters are lesbians!

[rosemist50]

Riverstar's Home cats! Small spoiler warning for light discussion of the cats below the cut.

First up is a few redesigns of Dart, Shine, and Flutter because now they aren't just featureless characters that are mentioned once and never again. I really liked Dart's design, so I kept it mostly the same. Shine got a good change, and Flutter had a complete overhaul. I liked Arc's design the way it is, so I didn't change it. The Cats of the Park elders are next, with Owl, Rust, and Midge. Owl's daughter is Finch Song, she's in the next post. After them is a few more CotP, with Magda, Squirrel, Stoat, and Moth. Moth is described as both "soft-spoken" and "cheerful, sparkled with energy", which I thought was a bit strange. Up next is Mist, Night's brother, and Hawk, a rogue who bullies River Ripple and then disappears. I was pleasantly surprised when Mist stayed alive the whole book, he seemed like the perfect candidate to just die at some point. He and Night look very similar. After them is Hollow and Croak, two loners from proto-Riverclan that officially joined. I love Croak's name. And finally after them is four loners from proto-Riverclan that did not end up joining; Whistle, Silver, Sage, and Woodlouse. It was mentioned that Silver was the first one to start decorating the dens with shells and reeds (probably) and other stuff like that, so I gave her an accessory bc if she likes to decorate dens then she would probably like to decorate herself. Found out a little too late that a 'woodlouse' is a roly-poly/pill bug.

[nimbusclan]

Interlude 2-3

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Aw, one big happy famil-- oh, no. oh, wait,

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[vic-does-battlecats]

That new blurb sure is.. something!! This is getting more and more genuinely absolutely absurd.

At least Moonpaw x Starlingpaw doesn’t seem it’ll be a thing.. only because we have Moonpaw x Nightsun kit! Oh joy . Only not mortified because this is the first time actually in Ages that a cat has found a love interest within their own home clan?? Which is actually Notable by now. What I ACTUALLY care about is Moonpaw and Voicepaw. How exactly does Voicepaw ‘torture’ her. Maybe by playing pop music on repeat in her head for all we know. Please give the ghost tethered to one single cat who is desperately lonely any amount of empathy

Tawnypelt’s whole situation drives me insane why did they have to massacre tigerheartstar to do it man!! He’d never act like this!! He took his son seriously when he shared what he thought was starclan visions, he defended him, why would he not do that for his mother?? Everything we’ve seen him of him prior would suggest he’d do anything for his family. Even the Birchfeather nonsense I can kind of wave away as making sense with his character if I squint, but ‘Nuh uh shut up about the prophecy MOM’ is just comically evil of him for no reason. If twolegs are clearly destroying the clans and his mom, who has gotten prophecies before, gets one, why on earth would he shut her up about it??

Oh and Starlingpaw is there. His Two Sentences of blurb crack me up. He comes across as so self important there?? ‘Only I, Starlingpaw, 16 year old boy, can save the world!’ That’s nice .who are you again

Yknow what feels ether most Odd actually. It’s if you put the blurb for this third book after the first one, you could very easily say they’d come directly after each other. Absolutely Nothing changes between the second and third books based off their blurbs!! So basically Tawnypelt flounders around with nobody taking her seriously for an entire book!!! Either Hidden Moon and or Chasing Shadows are gonna be a dragggg with nothing happening, unless the Erins discover how to write interesting interactions and character moments

[mossclan-moons]

Oop... New babies incoming!

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In order of appearance:

Grousepaw (f, 11 moons)

Shinemuzzle (m, 26 moons)

Starclan cat (Oakplume; f, 83 moons at death)

Goldkit, Willowkit, Strawkit (f, 0 moons)

[marmosetpaw]

[crow-quet]

the preview made me want to draw moonpaw!! and her twin of course. :3

also wanted to explore both the individual designs esp since the twin gets her own

[three-pine-martins-in-a-labcoat]

THEORY TIME UNDER THE CUT

After thinking about how Leafstar’s chapters end after her resignation scene (which I think narratively was a good choice to leave it at that for this book), what if they’re setting up starlingpaw as a potential skyclan POV replacement protagonist to be alongside moonpaw?

[lemnnshark]

"Moon Shining on Water, more commonly known as Moon, is a pale gray she-cat with amber or green eyes."

[exocynraku]

shine, night & dart

[voiddesigns-wc]

Could you do Juniperclaw or Puddleshine?

Here’s the both of them!

The healer and the Warrior

[w0rmx0l0tlzzz]

Woah. A lesbian warrior cat OC. How original me

MEGA WARNING FOR WORMS AND FLESHY BITS

Aaaand her family tree :3

This is more lore abt her sister than her but pshhhh oh well

Also yes Lilacheart is blind and yes her pupils are light on purpose okay dont kill me

[shallowbreeze]

Ripple Shine

Ripple Shine is a silver she-cat

[ghostclangen]

“It’s gorgeous in here.”

Waterfur’s awed voice reverberates off the glistening crystals that line the cave walls. Delighted at the echo, she calls, “Hello!”

Hello, hello, hello! the night whispers.

“How’d you find this place, anyway?” she asks, turning to her companion. “I thought it was just a myth. I heard about the Cavern of Souls from my mom when I was a kit.”

Sweetfern shrugs and says, “I have my ways. I like to think I’m pretty clever.”

Waterfur bunts her head against Sweetfern’s shoulder and says, “You’re very clever, dear.” 

Sweetfern purrs and gives the top of Waterfur’s head a lick. “Why, thank you. It’ll come in handy when I’m deputy.”

“Hm?” Waterfur peers at Sweetfern, suddenly uncertain.

“Well, because you’ll choose me as deputy when you become leader, right?” Sweetfern says, and flashes her an award-winning smile.

“Ohhh, right. Sorry. Silly of me.” Waterfur shakes her head, then turns away from Sweetform to focus on the path in front of her. Small crystals jut out from the ground, and she doesn’t need a pierced paw to ruin her night. “Yes, you can be my deputy, dear. You know, if Moorstar doesn’t die before I do.”

Sweetfern snorts. “Wow, Waterfur, that’s brutal.”

“Kidding, kidding. You know I love that old bitty.”

“Uh-huh.” Sweetfern cranes her neck to see past Waterfur and grins. “Wait, Waterfur, over here! There’s a path that leads to a waterfall. It’s beautiful, you’ll love it.”

Waterfur’s tail twitches with excitement. “Lead the way!”

Sweetfern pushes gently past her and guides her to a small gap between two giant crystals, ducking so as not to hit her head. Waterfur follows obediently, and in a few minutes, they’ve arrived.

It’s just as awe-inspiring as Sweetfern said. The stream snaking through the cavern shimmers in the light of the crystals, making it look like a river of silvery-blue light. To her left, a small waterfall descends gracefully from a ledge in the rocky floor. The roar is soft somehow, a delicate, melodious sound that fills Waterfur’s heart with wonder. 

Even with the softness of it, it covers up what Sweetfern says next.

Waterfur tears her gaze away from the scene ahead of her and turns to Sweetfern, equally as gorgeous. “Sorry, what’d you say?”

“I said,” Sweetfern says, the smile falling from her face, “I really did love you.”

Before Waterfur can question her, Sweetfern’s claws flash in front of her, glinting in the crystals’ glow. It takes a few moments to register what she’s done, but there’s warm blood on her throat, and it’s become hard to breathe. “What?” she asks, her voice clotted with the taste of copper. “Why?” She wobbles for a second, then falls to the cave floor with a grunt. Through half-lidded eyes, she catches Sweetfern in her blurred vision, though she can’t make out her expression.

“Why do you think?” Sweetfern answers. “You were in the way. Don’t get me wrong, Waterfur dearest, you were a good mate … but I have other priorities.”

Waterfur summons the last dregs of her strength to call through a mouth full of blood: “Help? Help…!”

Sweetfern laughs and shakes her head. “You can’t seriously believe someone will hear you. Give it up.”

Waterfur tries to spit out a retort, but finds that her mouth won’t open. Her consciousness is fading into a dissociated mess of feelings—rage, for one, and pain, and sadness, and finally, an overwhelming tiredness that finally lulls her to a sleep she never wakes up from.

She wakes up in one piece. On wobbly legs, she stands up and looks around. There’s the crystalline stream, and over there is the waterfall. Which means …

Hesitantly, Waterfur looks down, then flinches at the gruesome sight that greets her. She—well, the cat she was—lies on the ground, dried blood stuck on and around her throat. A streak of red trickles out of her mouth, and her eyes are dull, unseeing, useless. She gasps, then begins to pant, her chest rising and falling sharply in panic. She turns away and retches, but nothing comes out. Naturally. 

Before she can get her bearings again, her surroundings fade, and soon, a field of lush, silvery grass surrounds her. Silverpelt. She didn’t expect to see it so soon. Oh, StarClan, why is this happening? she thinks, closing her eyes tight. This has to be a dream…

“Waterfur.”

Her eyes open again, then widens as she realizes what’s happening. “Dad? Dad!”

Ahead of her stands a tom with silky ginger fur and a gentle—though sad—smile on his face. “I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.”

“Neither was I,” Waterfur breathes. She stands there in shock for a moment more, then bursts out of her shock and runs up to nestle her head into the crook of Shiningfur’s neck. “I missed you so much. It’s been so long, I don’t—everything is … Sweetfern, she …”

Before she can get the rest of her words out, an odd sensation stirs in her chest. It’s not like anything she’s experienced before; it’s as if she’s being dragged backwards, like something has a grip on her heart and is pulling her towards it. “What …?”

Shiningfur stares at her, wide-eyed in confusion and concern, and Waterfur realizes that she’s not just feeling pulled by an unseen force, she’s actually literally being pulled toward something. She staggers backward, and in a choked voice, she cries out, “Dad! Dad, help, please help …”

Shiningfur rushes toward her, but it’s too late; before she knows it, a void fills her vision, and she falls into oblivion.