#then she can rejoin the clans after

[epiphlyte]

silly little swap au ive been cooking up!!!

the main idea here is that pinestar takes tigerkit with him to twolegplace in order to raise him away from the clans so he doesnt destroy them, or whatever that prophecy was about (still think its strange that starclan would set up this child like that but whatever). tiger sneaks away one day but is attacked by fuzzypelt/paw (haven’t decided - if nobody remembers fuzzypelt is ravenpaw/dustpelt’s dad! although hes a morally good background character in canon). from there tiger takes up a scourge-like role, assembling cats in twolegplace in order to someday enact his revenge on the clans.

so essentially au tiger = canon tiny/scourge, au fuzzypelt = canon tigerpaw/claw. ^^!

[cupcakeslushie]

I've actually been wondering something. How are birthdays with each brother? I assume Leo and Donnie don't get to celebrate theirs but I wonder if Mikey gets to celebrate his at all. Does Raph celebrate his alone or does Splinter also celebrate the other's as if they were there?

Yeah Leo and Donnie don’t really do birthdays until everyone reunites, and then they kinda just decide to share a birthday after all the jokes about them being twins.

Big Mama picked the day she found Mikey for his birthday and they always celebrated with a huge party, where Mikey had to dress in uncomfortable, itchy clothes and it was never really much fun, but at least he got cake. Splinter goes all out for Raph’s birthday, he makes yakiniku, mochi and a cake, and after they meet April, she’s always invited. After they get separated, the days of Leo and Mikey’s birthdays were a pretty solemn affair, and usually Splinter wouldn’t get up and out of bed until noon, and hobbled together a late breakfast for him and Raph. Splinter builds a small shrine in the dojo for both of the boys, and he and Raph spend some time in there, before choosing some sort of quiet activity where they can just sit together and maybe as Raph gets older, reminisce.

After they reunite, birthdays are insane. And the boys, Splinter and April spend all day together before crashing in a food coma.

When they first meet, Draxum has already briefed Three on Two’s involvement with the Shredder. Draxum was pretty shocked when he first discovered Two’s location after all these years, but he hid it well and ordered Three not to mention it outright. Instead he wanted Three to try and gauge how deep Two’s loyalty to the foot clan ran. In the year between them first meeting and Leo dissenting they probably only had the chance to interact five or six times, as Draxum’s dealings with Shredder were short, to the point meetings, every few months. But Three couldn’t help in the few times they did chat, to drive Leo crazy with how much he talked. So they didn’t really have a relationship, even with Three grabbing any connection he could and holding onto it for dear life. Leo saw their conversations as nothing more than Three rambling nonsensically, while he stood guard and tuned it out.

Before leaving the foot clan, Leo’s personality is pretty non-existent. He did what he was told and was just as ruthlessly efficient as his master. After rejoining his brothers he works on opening up, but it’s hard for him. Leo’s a pretty disciplined person, and the lair is pure chaos even before they bring Donnie home, so Leo’s often losing his cool over the smallest of things being out of order. He’s not used to the freedom, and it makes him uneasy and irritated constantly, which he, unfortunately, tends to take out on his bros and Splinter.

Leo’s attitude towards Three shifts somewhat, when he discovers who he really is, and Leo happens to be the biggest factor in bringing Donnie home for good. Add in the fact that he’s the only one Donnie has a previous link to, and it makes sense that he would gravitate to Leo the most. But it’s still very awkward because Leo just doesn’t know how to handle such an intense level of attention. Leo does try though—he likes being a big brother to Mikey, and is fine accepting the twin idea as long as it’s clear that he’s the older one. But their relationship doesn’t solidify until Leo messes up his sleep schedule and for lack of anything more entertaining, decides to spends his nights in the Donnie’s lab, watching his brother work. Sometimes they talk, and sometimes it’s just Donnie tinkering, but it breaks that awkwardness and gives them enough opportunity to be more real with each other. Eventually they get to a point where they can tease, and drive each other crazy in the same brotherly way they do in the show.

Also I just hit 5000 followers!! I just wanna reiterate how awesome this fandom is and how much I love y’all!!

[breannasfluff]

When Wild finally gets the full story, it goes something like this:

He died, they rescued his body and went back to rejoin Warriors, Four, and Wind. His apparent death did not go over well, leading to Wind hitting his chest. The champion’s scream also didn’t go over well, as the entire group was very sure he was dead.

With limited healing supplies, knowledge of the land, and the danger of the Yiga clan, Hyrule took directions with the slate. The Chain struck out for Gerudo Town, traveling with minimal breaks until they appeared at the gates, covered in sand.

After a standoff with the guards, until Riju was called, Wild was rushed to a palace room and looked over by a proper healer. They all took turns staying by his side; Legend finally pried Hyrule away from his side to sleep just before he woke. The traveler did his level best to pour as much healing magic into his body as possible.

Every reunion is a snapshot of caring and tears.

Wind smacks him in the chest again before bursting into tears. “I can’t lose my big brother!”

“Hey, now.” There’s no memory of a lost sister when Wild gathers Wind into his arms, just a young boy who is scared and needs a hug. A little brother, who he would do anything to keep safe. Wild shushes the sailor’s cries, even as his eyes water. “I’m sorry I scared you, Wind. I’m really sorry.”

“I thought you were dead,” he snuffles into Wild’s shoulder. “I thought I’d have to talk to your g-ghost forever.”

“My gh—what? C’mon, I’m here now, right? I got you.”

“I should be protecting you!”

Wild can’t help but squeeze the boy a little tighter. “Let me take care of you for once, okay? Just this once, you don’t have to be the strong one.”

Wind cries harder, but Wild just squeezes him to his chest and drops a kiss on his curls. “I got you,” he whispers. “I got you.”

Four oscillates between anger, tears, and reasoning. “Even if that was the best move, logically, you shouldn’t have given yourself up.”

Wincing, Wild’s eyes slide away. “The old man was going to do it. I couldn’t let that happen.”

Anger flashes in the smith’s eyes. “Oh, I heard.”

The champion doesn’t envy Time the talk he must have gotten when the team found out.

“But you were so stupid!” And there’s the anger, back again. “What sort of moron gives themselves up to a clan that wants to kill them?”

“One that knows he’s a good bargaining chip?” he squeaks.

Four’s chin wobbles, and then he’s crying even as he swipes the tears away. “We aren’t the same without you, Wild.” Then he spins and runs out the door with a sob.

Wild is left alone in the room, heart aching for the pain he caused.

Warriors fusses, even though there isn’t anything left to heal. “Do you need some more water? Can I get you anything?”

Shaking his head, Wild pats the bed. ‘Sit down,’ he signs. ‘How are you doing?’

“Me? That doesn’t matter. How are you? Are you sure there isn’t anything you need?” The captain is halfway off the bed again when Wild yanks him down. “Fine! Okay, I’m sitting.”

‘How are you?’ Wild asks again.

His shoulders slump and Warriors rubs his face. “Honestly, I’m exhausted. I’m worried about you and I’m worried about Time. About what he was going to do; what you did. I’m worried about Sky, who won’t talk to anyone.” He looks up, eyes bright with unshed tears. “Mostly, I’m worried that we lost you and if it wasn’t for some latent magic, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“I’m sorry.” He’s saying that a lot lately, but he needs to. Even if it saved Sky, his actions had a lasting effect on the group. That wasn’t going to go away overnight.

The captain gives a single nod. “Look, I would have done the same if I was there. Just…it’s easy to make that decision for ourselves. But to ask others to live with it, even if it keeps them safe?” His eyes hold a pain that’s too knowing to be blind. “That leaves a mark, kid.”

‘I know.’ Goddesses, he knows all too well. ‘I might have been in the shrine, but Zel was holding back the Calamity that whole time. She gave herself up and I—I get it, but…’ His hands fall to his lap, silent.

“Yeah.” Warriors covers his hands with his own. “Yeah. I get it.”

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[plushieclan]

Prologue part 2

TW: Injury, implied death.

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Night yawned, picking herself up from her nest. She slept beneath a Twoleg porch with her guardian, a grouchy old cat named Rime.

“Let’s get a move on before Snotlout starts bothering us.” Rime barked, referring to the kittypet that lived in the house above.

“But I wanted to sleep in!” Night whined.

“You sound like a kittypet. Come on, let’s hunt.”

As they stepped through the Twoleg place, Night had an idea. “Can we hunt on the other side of the Thunderpath today?”

Rime grunted. “Do you think you’ll find them this time?”

Night sighed. “I really hope so.”

It wasn’t always just Rime and Night. Once, she was known as Nightkit— a cat born of the clans in the wilderness beyond the Twoleg place. Night was only just a moon old when her clan was attacked, and everyone slaughtered within it. Sometimes, she wanted to go back to her old territory, but there seemed to be new residents. A clan she didn’t recognize prowled in their old hunting grounds. She was always chased off before she could make her way to their old camp.

Night knew that after all this time— half a year, as Rime called it— the likelihood of her parents still being alive was slim. Still, she held onto hope that someday, she could rejoin her family in whatever form they existed in.

“If you join those there feral cats, I won’t be coming with.” Rime said sadly. “My old bones wouldn’t be able to live there in those meadows. I won’t be able to support myself on those slim pickings.”

Night nodded. “I know, Rime. I know there isn’t a high chance of anyone in my old clan still being alive. I’ll probably stay with you until you keel over— but that’ll probably be a long time away!”

Rime swat at the young cat’s head playfully. “Stop flattering me, Night.”

They didn’t end up crossing the Thunderpath— Night figured that was for the best anyways. As much as she hoped to find her family again, she knew she’d probably be chased away again.

They spent the latter half of the day chasing away the cold by hiding under their porch. The Twoleg nests provided a lot of heat, which was needed for the chillier days. Night found herself drifting to sleep once more.

When she awoke, it was to the smell of smoke. The porch was saturated with it— the Twoleg nest must be on fire!

Night ran out from beneath the porch frantically, hacking out a lung from the smoke. She couldn’t see Rime anywhere. Where was he?!

“Rime!” she yowled, looking for any trace of the old tom. Twoleg monsters swarmed the nest, and Twolegs raced around. One spotted her, approaching.

She hissed, running away. She’d find Rime later. First, she needed to get to safety! She realized the only place that was safe would be the other side of the Thunderpath.

Taking a deep breath (before coughing up a storm), she ran across. She hasn’t properly looked both ways, but she was desperate!

She heard the sound of a deafening bellow, causing her to jump. A monster was barreling towards her!

She bolted, but it was not fast enough. She felt unimaginable pain as she flew to the side of the Thunderpath. Her eyes fluttered as she coughed weakly. Was this how it ended?

The last thing she saw before she faded into unconsciousness was a group of cats, faintly in the distance.

—

Night found herself curled up in a warm nursery, wedged between a little black cat and a large gray cat. It was a dream she had often; it was her mother and sister. She didn’t remember their faces, only their scent and the way they felt that fateful night.

As always, though she wanted to stay in the warmth, she untucked herself from the cocoon and waddled out of the nursery. She was a very big kit by this point— nearly one whole moon, and exploring was on her mind. Leafpelt was so strict, always keeping her in the nursery. Well not tonight!

She crouched down as to not be seen by the other warriors. As sneaky as possible. She made it all the way to the warriors den before someone saw her.

“Now, what are you doing?”

A white molly stood before her.

Blazestar!

Little Nightkit stammered, facing her leader.

“Um… I wanted to explore.”

Blazestar chuckled. “How very brave of you. I remember when Puddlesplash and Swanjaw were still kits. They did the same thing.”

Nightkit gasped. “Really?”

Swanjaw and Puddlesplash were Blazestar’s own children. She’d seen Swanjaw duck in to tend to his three kits, who were much bigger than her.

“They’re just like me? So I could become a great warrior someday?” Nightkit said.

Blazestar smiled at her. “Of course.”

Night wanted to savor this moment. Surrounded by the happiness and tight-knit life of her clan. However, she knew what would come next.

She heard yowling at the center of camp. Blazestar looked over. Her face was as horrified as Night remembered.

“Oh, is someone playing? I want to play to!” Nightkit yipped, waddling towards the noise.

Blazestar stopped her. “How about we play a special leader game?”

“Ooo, I want to play that instead!” she said.

Blazestar lifted her by her scruff and dropped her higher up the hill. “It’s called Grangeclan run. Run through the gap in the bushes and keep going until you reach Grangeclan camp. Whoever gets there first wins! I’ll give you a head start.”

She stammered. “But… I don’t want to run so far.”

Nightkit looked back at Blazestar when an unfamiliar cat pounced on her. Blazestar yowled, throwing them off. “Nightkit, run!”

She sprinted as fast as she could, following her leader’s commands. Fear quickened her steps. Did Blazestar know the clan would be wiped out? She wondered about it many times over.

As she ran, she cried out, “Leafpelt! Mommy! Where are you?!” But Night always knew things ended the same. Leafpelt was always gone, and she was always running.

—

“You’ve inhaled a lot of smoke, huh. And survived a monster hit— I wonder who you are, little cat.

Night slowly opened her eyes to see what looked something like a small cave. Two toms sat at the entrance— one was a gruff, black tom with a large scar on his muzzle and the other was a calico with a white back half— though neither was looking at her. She didn’t think they knew she was awake.

“What are we looking at here, Rainfeather?” The black tom asked.

“Well, she seems to be around six or seven moons, I’d reckon. It’s old enough. Besides… she was saying Starleaf’s old name. I think it’s her.” The other tom, presumably Rainfeather responded.

The black tom sighed. “After all this time… she was right. Nightkit…”

He turned, and she pretended to be asleep. She wasn’t even sure why. He padded over to where Night lay. He pressed himself next to her.

“Do you even remember me, Nightkit? You were so young when everything happened. Please, wake up. Your mother and I miss you so much.”

He was her father?

She knew that her father used to see her in the nursery every day. His name was Darkheart, she thought. She couldn’t remember his face, but if it was true… she’d be so happy.

She pretended to wake up. “Darkheart?” she said. “Are you really my father?”

He looked overjoyed. “Yes, Nightkit. It’s me. Darkheart. I’m so glad you’re awake,” He barked to Rainfeather. “Get Starleaf. Quickly!”

He turned back to her. “Are you ok? Does anything hurt?”

She thought about it. Her throat was still sore and scratchy from the fire, and she could feel a dull pain in her leg. “My throat hurts. My leg, not as much.”

“The poppy seeds are working then.” He sighed. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

A gray molly entered the den, her purple eyes shining. “Oh, Nightkit! You’re alright!”

She joined Night’s other side. Her scent was just as she remembered from that night as a kit. It was really her— Leafpelt!

“Leafpelt, mom, it’s really you!” she cried.

She nuzzled Night. “It’s Starleaf now. And your father is leader— Darkstar is his new name.”

“That means— you rebuilt the clan?” she asked.

“Yes. With help from my former kin in the Wanderers. We’ve done a good job of creating this new clan. It’s called Crystalclan. When you’re well enough, I’ll show you around.”

She felt at peace. Somehow, the impossible happened. But someone was missing.

“Where’s Ravenkit?” she asked.

Darkstar sighed. “With Starclan, now.”

Her heart dropped. It hurt, but part of her knew. She just didn’t want to accept it.

“Please focus on healing for now. We’re just so happy we got you back. Don’t worry about anything else.” Starleaf rested her muzzle on Night’s head. “I’m sure Ravenkit will visit you in your dreams.”

—

It took Night a few days to heal enough. She wasn’t perfect yet— her throat still required a lot of honey and poppy seeds to feel normal— but she could walk without pain. Starleaf had shown her around the camp.

It was a small sandstone cave, with a stream rushing through the center. On the higher side was the nursery, where a queen was currently grooming her kits’ wild fur, and the elder’s den. It was empty for now, but Starleaf said that some of the older warriors would be retiring there soon.

On the lower side, the cleric den was a large outcropping of the cave. An open section allowed for a patch of grass, where Rainfeather grew important herbs that couldn’t be found with foraging. Two extra caves acted as the recovery den where she slept and Rainfeather’s den, where he also kept his herb stocks. The warrior’s den was also on this side— a stout log dragged into the cave lined with nests. At the very center of the lower half was the crystal rock, which towered above everything else.

Darkstar was stood upon the rock. Night wondered what was going on.

She touched noses with Leopardcloud, filled with excitement. A warrior apprentice… it was something that seemed impossible just a few days ago. Nightpaw was practically bouncing. A new dawn awaited her, she just knew it!

[dark-elf-writes]

Sharing the sharingan:

Itachi being like “huh, what? You just told me to kill all the Uchiha’s Mr.Danzo. And this piece of paper clearly says that man is NOT an Uchiha. You’d think the shadow hokage would know how to fucking read.”

What to do when your teammate uses you to commit suicide (a self help guide for the lost, confused, and used)

the book is blank because hey it’s a first for me too kid.

An Uchiha who turns to love rather than hate.

Them taking care of Sakumo’s body and cleaning the blood off kakashi :’(

ACE/ARO REP BITCHESSSSS

Kakshi double fisting a weirdly accurate self help book and pure smut while white knuckling his mental health.

Two bros chilling in a one room apartment with a hoard of semi-adopted kids co-writing porn for their little brother’s mental health because they’re not gay

ADHD Hyuga 0-0

Naruto buying Kabuto and scaring him with his teeth cuz he won’t go to any other healer but the Uchiha

“Destroy eyes” pact now including one traumatized dog man

May the lord have mercy on your insignificant soul because I swear to god if I ever see your bitch ass again I will not.

Gordon Uchiha

As much as it hurts to see the light come for his pups he’s so fucking glad they get to live another day, get to break the cycle of the Hatakes (because they are all Hatakes no matter what clans two of them were born into) dying young.

*sniffle*^^^^^

Big Lap Dog problem where the pups grew bigger and Sakumo did not as he is dead, so where two scrawny teenagers and an actual toddler never knocked Sakumo over three ANBU who have long since grown out of the gangliness of youth and have spent years packing on muscle through training very much do.

But you are incredibly correct imagining them as different heights is somehow deeply upsetting and they have to be the exact same height for Reasons

The three friend killers. With phantom blood of enemies and once allies forever staining their hands. The three remaining sharingan users. All of them with a flee on sight status in most bingo books. All of them cuddling in the nearly empty lounge.

The Uchiha: oh yeah…sorry I called you a bitch. The Hyuga: it’s fine. I am a bitch.

So when she knows she can't escape (She was never going to beat them, they have always been better than her no matter how hard she tried) she decides to just.... let their jutsu hit her. To die by her brothers hands is probably the best end she could hope for.

She stands back from the fire at first when the boys finally meet them (too soon. Far too soon) but kakashi spots her in the dark just like he always had. And what chance did she have not to be buried under the weight of her brothers (what were they all eating that they had gotten so damn tall.

one soul in two bodies, the closest someone could be to another person without cracking their chest open to crawl inside (she wondered one day if one of them would. Would take that final step to rejoin their hearts until they were one whole being again.) they had taken different approaches to the hatred

Seeing two Byakugan split between two faces. Knowing that the eyes once called the true heart of a dojutsu user were swapped between the two in actuality.

Sasuke constantly stuck in a game of catch-up he never seems to win. Chasing after distant goals and figures he can barely see, let alone match.

The third teammate in sharing the Sharingan: “But she’s still the outsider, she doesn’t share their strange pack mentality…”. Me: it’s the neurodivergence babe.

!!!!!

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 3: #B3 vs #B1

#B3: Samurai on motorcycles!

#B1: Coming-of-age story set in a “utopia”

Details and poll under the cut!

*Text in green indicates that something has been changed.

#B3: Orient

Summary:

Freed from the rule of samurai 150 years ago, the people of Hinomoto live peaceful lives and revere their liberators—demons whose true forms remain elusive—as gods. Fated to mine rocks for the demons to feast on, Musashi knows the grim truth: humanity is enslaved by these otherworldly beings and the samurai are the last bastion fighting for freedom. Hiding his true opinion from his peers and growing distant from his childhood friend Kojirou Kanemaki, Musashi lives in angst until the day of his graduation.

When the fresh graduates arrive at the mine, they are horrified to see the inhumane treatment of miners and the uncanny physical appearance of their overseers. However, Musashi manages to endure thanks to Kojirou's help. As the demon leader wreaks havoc on the quarry, Musashi is saved once more from certain death by the Takeda samurai clan. Recovering from humiliation and yearning for adventure, Musashi embarks on a journey to become a samurai and form his own clan!

Propaganda:

Ohtaka has done it again in creating a world full of characters with more depth than can be portrayed limited amount of screen time that each of them get. This leaves the viewer with a whole lot of potential to imagine on their own, even after watching. It’s kind of unique that it is set in the samurai era of Japan, but thanks to crystals left by the demons, motorcycles and flying castles are a thing outside the main characters’ mining village. There are plenty of gags throughout and dynamics between characters. Personally, I loved the second half a lot more than the first because of the cast introduced then. For example, the detail given to Kuroku with the lace she wears–it’s so intricately beautiful! Plus, most of the mechanics of how the world works is covered by then, so we can get into the action.

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse

The third main character comes from a mentally abusive family situation, but the other two help her leave that situation. Main character’s child abuse is in flashbacks for character development to rise above that and break the cycle. Don’t know if gore or fan service need a trigger warning, typical shonen stuff.

#B1: From the New World (Shinsekai Yori)

Summary:

In the town of Kamisu 66, 12-year-old Saki Watanabe has just awakened to her psychic powers and is relieved to rejoin her friends—the mischievous Satoru Asahina, the shy Mamoru Itou, the cheerful Maria Akizuki, and Shun Aonuma, a mysterious boy whom Saki admires—at Sage Academy, a special school for psychics. However, unease looms as Saki begins to question the fate of those unable to awaken to their powers, and the children begin to get involved with secretive matters such as the rumored Tainted Cats said to abduct children. Shinsekai yori tells the unique coming-of-age story of Saki and her friends as they journey to grow into their roles in the supposed utopia. Accepting these roles, however, might not come easy when faced with the dark and shocking truths of society, and the impending havoc born from the new world.

Propaganda:

Shin Sekai Yori is a show about everything. While I cannot fully explain all the themes without spoilers, I will do my best to avoid them. This is difficult because the main twist of the show (which comes in the last episode) recontextualizes the entirety of the show and pulls together the rest of the themes so neatly that, to be frank, it eclipses any other writing decision made within the 21st century.

Shin Sekai Yori is an anime adopted from a novel which ran for 1,000 pages in its original Japanese. Shin Sekai Yori is about the following: gender, sexuality, coming-of-age, children’s rights, eugenics, the corruption and necessity of authority, parenthood, the loss of a child, the cycle of violence, Christianity, Shintoism, humanism and transhumanism, pacifism and at what point the measures taken to uphold it become violence, the dissolving bonds of childhood which come about due to both personal growth and change and outside pressures, nuclear fallout, environmentalism, and whether or not the assumed human authority in the world also covers human authority over other humans.

Principally, Shin Sekai Yori is about a war which doesn’t start until the end. It’s about the benefactors of colonialism and racism being forced to confront the things they have done to people that they never considered to be people. It is about seeing what the previous generation did wrong and wanting to do better, but not knowing how because you were never taught. It is about making that choice anyway. It is about seeing a dead child not as an “other,” but as a part of your community, even if that child did betray your community. While Shin Sekai Yori does conform to the “Fantastic Racism” trope to a degree, it is one of few shows which effectively subverts and inverts it. I will not go into further details on that due to spoilers.

Shin Sekai Yori is also occasionally advertised as “LGBT-Friendly” due to the rules of the society in which our protagonists live. However, this is merely another facet by which Yusuke Kishi examines the control exercised on the lives of children: both in a way of showing the “opposite” of the expected puberty (with opposite-sex couples being banned in sci-fi-hi-school), and in the way that these relationships are seen as mandatory, just as they are in our world. It is impossible to tell if there is real love in any of these relationships, but the ending of two of them results in some of the most miserable M/F sex put to page, so there was at least passion. I could speak further, but I received a warning about the length of my submission in what was once this paragraph. Thank you kindly for your time. [bows]

Trigger Warnings:

Warnings that involve the main characters:

Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse

Animal Cruelty or Death (two dogs die, one by exploding, and the main characters abuse a lot of naked mole rats)

Nudity/Pedophilia (the society in which the children live encourages prepubescent sexual contact and it is shown onscreen)

Kidnapping (of a protagonist’s child)

Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore (there is a great deal of blood)

Then there’s genocide that happens partially in the background.

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[imagines-fandom]

I just saw your taking request and I’m so excited!! Love your work so much so could I request :

Rick Grimes x Dixon!Sister Reader

Era: Prison / Governor

Y/N Dixon is the middle child of the Dixon clan. She, like Daryl, loves her oldest brother and knows that kin is most important in the ZA, however.. Merle can be a little much sometimes. When Merle shows back up, working for the governor, he knows he won’t be able to return with his siblings to the prison- knowing he’s not welcome. Y/N has been dating Rick since the Farm once he found out about the affair and Y/N has become somewhat of a mom after loris death. Now with her oldest sibling thrown back into the equation, she’s forced to make a decorative: leave with her kin or stay with her family. (You choose her fate! ;))

Sorry if it’s too detailed- got excited lmaooo ;)

Sorry this took so long! I was having trouble deciding her fate😂

Choices

It was quiet for so long. We thought we had found a home for ourselves. We didn’t know we moved into the devil’s backyard. 

This morning a woman showed up on the other side of our gates with a basket of formula. The formula that Glenn and Maggie went out to get hours prior. The woman watched as a man from Woodbury, the town a few miles away, took them. 

She had no idea why he took them but he did. She didn’t know anything more. We quickly made a plan to go get them. We couldn’t leave them there any longer than they had to be. They were probably in an immense amount of trouble. 

We had just broken in when gunshots came inside the wall. Something was going on that the citizens were unaware of. We followed the gunshots to a warehouse. Glenn and Maggie were there, minutes away from death. We saved their lives just in time. 

Turns out, my older brother, Merle, was behind this. He was the one that captured Glenn and Maggie. He was the one that beat the shit out of Glenn. He was the one that brought Maggie to the Governor. He was the Governor's right hand man. Daryl and I pleaded with Rick to let us talk to Merle. Of course, he was against it. I think I was too pissed to even look at Merle. How could he do something like this? 

Almost all of us made it out alive. Oscar was shot as he was trying to escape. Daryl also didn’t make it out. He was captured by the Governor and his men. Of course, nothing could just go as planned. By the time we made it back to the car, the sun was starting to rise. 

We had to get Daryl back. We had no idea how to go about this. We didn’t know where to go or what to do. All we knew was that we weren’t going home without Daryl. They would kill him in there. We couldn’t have that. I couldn’t have that. 

After making the plan of going back in, I walked away from the group. I needed a minute to regroup myself. I couldn’t let my emotions get in the way of this. I couldn’t let my emotions distract me. 

Rick wandered over to me. He put a hand on my cheek. “Hey, everything will be fine. We’ll get Daryl back.” I nodded as I tried to get my eyes to stop watering. His assurance only made me feel slightly better. They probably knew we were coming back for Daryl. They were probably going to hit back harder. 

Rick and I have been together since the farm. It’s only been about a year or so since we got together. It seems like much much longer than that. Rick and I have always had this extremely close bond. We’re alike in so many different ways. It does become difficult from time to time but we always manage to make it work. 

By the time we got back inside, Merle and Daryl were in a different warehouse. There was a group of people watching and cheering in a circle. Merle and Daryl were in that circle fighting off walkers. I didn’t understand the point of this. They were fighting off walkers together as people cheered? Was this some kind of sick sport? 

Maggie and I began taking shots from up top. We aimed for the walkers and the giant lights. We wanted to get Daryl and get the hell out. Once we saw Merle and Daryl make it out, we rejoined the others. 

Now here we are, bickering on the side of the road. No one wanted Merle to come back with us. I guess I didn’t blame them. He shot the woman and did horrible things to both Maggie and Glenn. If I were them, I wouldn’t want them with us either. 

I had to make a choice, go with Merle and Daryl or stay at the prison. It was a hard, horrible choice to make. I paced around as everyone waited for my answer. I couldn’t not leave with my brothers. They were everything to me. They were there for me all those years ago when I needed them. 

I also couldn’t leave the family I made at the prison. I couldn’t leave Carl or Judith. I couldn’t leave Rick. The tightness in my chest only got worse as time went on. I couldn’t do this. I didn’t want to do this. There had to be another way. 

It took me almost an entire hour to think of an answer. To make things easier, I should have just flipped a coin. I stood up from the tree I was sitting under. I took a shaky breath as I walked over to the group.

“Rick is right. We started something last night. We need every possible person protecting the prison. I can’t leave Carl and Judith at a time like this. They need me. The group needs me. Daryl, I’m so sorry.” I wiped my eyes as I waited for an answer from anyone. 

“Your choice. Ain’t gonna be mad at ya. I can’t be mad at ya. Yer doin’ what ya think is the right thing. Right?”

“Of course.”

“Alright.” He popped open the trunk of the car to grab his last minute things. 

He silently shut the door as he was done grabbing his things. He and I looked at each other for a minute. We pulled each other into the tightest hug ever. This might be the last time we speak or see each other. Who knows, we might see each other sooner than we think. In this world, anything can happen.

I wiped my eyes as I watched both of them walk away. I backed up towards the car as I continued to watch them. They got smaller and smaller as they walked further away from me. Smaller as they walked further out of my life. The tightness in my chest never left for the entire ride home back to the prison. I didn’t know if it would ever go away. 

Don't get me wrong, I love Merle to death. But something about him leaving this time didn't affect me. I guess I just got so used to seeing him leave. Daryl and I, on the other hand, were attached at the hip. Watching him go was one of the hardest things ever. I never thought the day would come when we couldn’t be together. 

An entire day passed, since Daryl left. The cellblock seemed almost empty. I didn't have to poke fun at or pal around with. I would turn to tell him something and the space next to me would be empty. It was going to be hard not to have him around. 

I did try to occupy myself by preparing for the Governor to show up. We all were waiting for him to roll up to our gates. We needed to be ready for anything. We spent a lot of time gathering bullets and cleaning guns. 

It was weird that we had to worry about people coming for us and not walkers. You’d think by this time, everyone would be done trying to kill each other. You’d think people would try to be helping each other. 

As usual, I was trying to make myself busying. I was on the catwalk, setting up thick boards to use as a shield. It was out in the open but such a good spot to shoot from. Rick placed a few more by the door. 

I looked over at him with a smile. He smiled back as he walked closer to me. I could tell he feels bad about this. He didn’t want me to have to make a choice. There was really no other way. 

The night they left, he held me so tight I could barely breathe. It was like he thought I was going to break if he let go in the slightest. Carl was very happy that I didn’t leave. Carl played a big part in this too. I didn’t want him to have to go through another loss. He’s so young that I don’t want the world to already weigh him down. 

Rick placed a hand on the small of my back. 

“How are you doing?”

“As good as I can be. I miss Daryl.”

“I’m surprised you stayed.”

“Me too. I thought for sure I would be going with them. I just listed everything that meant something to me at the prison. The relationships I made with everyone, the kids…you. I didn’t see how leaving at a time like this would benefit anyone. Plus I’d have a stable roof over my head and a bed to sleep in.”

“Also beats listening to Merle ramble about nothing.”

“Very true. I was grateful that you knocked him unconscious.” We both laughed before looking at each other. “Rick, my blood is here. My blood is with you and everyone that is in this prison.”

[yuridovewing]

Keep thinking about the Darktail twist and man I still think that Onestar was such a random choice for “has an illegitimate kid”. when imo Blackstar makes wayyyyy more sense. Like, consider, Blackfoot has a fling with Smoke when he’s still in exile during TPB. Smoke is wayyy more dedicated to him than he is to her, he actually looks down on her for being a kittypet.

By the time she’s pregnant though, he’s rejoined ShadowClan under Tigerstar. And oh man. Xenophobia is rife and alive and outspoken. And when Smoke tells Blackfoot about their kits, there’s no room for weakness. He lashes out at Smoke, maybe even outright attacks her (remember this guy killed Stonefur) and threatens her, telling her to either get off of his land forever or he’ll take care of their kits himself.

She’s either pregnant at that point or she’s had Darkkit and was trying to introduce them. Maybe the latter cause Smoke would not be coming back to ask ShadowClan to take him. Plus it’d be a formative memory to Darkkit that sticks with him for the rest of his life. Instead, she runs back home, Darkkit in tow. Warning him as he grew up to never go into the forest, lest his father find him and get rid of him.

Smoke lives out the rest of her days paranoid and distressed, Blackfoot knows where she lives. It gets worse when she hears that he’s become leader and could potentially send cats after her. Darktail grows up, angry and bitter that his mother was traumatized so. And he vows revenge. He trains himself, learns from the remnants of BloodClan how the clan cats fight. When Smoke dies, he leaves their twolegs to follow the clans, long gone at that point.

Revenge has consumed him, dedicating his life to unleashing his wrath onto Blackstar and his followers. He fantasized about how he would gut Blackstar and rip out each of his nine lives, dangle his dirty little secret over his clan and threatening their oh-so-fragile pride. He was going to make sure he would be considered Blackstar's worst mistake- that would be his end.

He sets up the Kin among some of the cats he trained with, some being former BloodClan cats. At first, it's formed in honor. He wanted to live with his friends was all, and this way they'd all be fed and healthy. But it slowly took a dark turn as Darktail still prioritized revenge above all else. He quickly grew manipulative, and while he still valued his cats, he began to view them more as pawns in a game of chess. A game he was always playing against Blackstar- even if Blackstar didn't know it. He took in vulnerable cats, promising them power and prestige, when he really was only concerned with how they could benefit his schemes. It takes him so long to get to a place where he can release an onslaught on his father’s clan.

… But when he arrives, Blackstar is dead. He drowned a year before Darktail arrived. He was buried, ShadowClan moved on, that was that. Darktail felt numb. It was all for nothing. Revenge on Blackstar, the thing that had driven him for so long, was gone. There was nothing left... except for the clan that Blackstar had built.

And it seemed plenty of the young, slighted, and immature apprentices were struggling at the change in power as well.

That was fine. He'd come this far. If he couldn't have Blackstar's skull, the rest of his clan would have to do. And as he witnessed the other clans' pride, he figured they could go as well. To hell with them all. He was gonna terrorize the clans just as they had terrorized his mother so, and he was going to relish every second.

So TLDR: Blackstar's crimes, and Brokenstar and Tigerstar's reign, still haunt ShadowClan to this day in the form of Darktail. Something about how when you die, some of your sins will be passed on to your loved ones who will be forced to deal with it in your stead. Darktail, try as he might, will never be satisfied with his revenge. He is now aimless, lashing out at everyone in sight because he missed his chance to kill the one he hated most.

[nights-wonderland]

Overwatch oc portraits pt 1

Hello everyone, today I present to you part 1 of 3 posts regarding my overwatch ocs and their portraits! I have finally managed to settle on satisfying designs for all of them so I can finally share them all with you!!

I am still working on some lore adjustments and places for them in the world of overwatch, but this is mainly so people will have a clue on who I'm talking about should I post more in the future!

I am more active on my Instagram: nightmare.artist, this is also the place where I tend to drop most of the lore and ideas i have for them!

In order of the portraits are the following ocs: Rachel Jenssen, North Lopez, Aurelia Panagos, Calla Fern, Eleneore Dembele, Atlas Estevan, Chantin Thapa, Louis Maes, Asahi Shimada and Oriana Corvus!

Rachel Jenssen is an ex overwatch agent that left the organisation shortly before the explosion of the Swiss headquarters. She rejoins the organisation after Cole Cassidy reaches out to his old friend and asks her.

North Lopez is a wanted criminal in the new West, they're rivals with Ashe and Cassidy as the two have something to do with the death of their younger siblings. This caused them to spiral in grief filled rage and wanting nothing more than seeing those two dead.

Aurelia Panagos is an old overwatch member that was forced to retire with the fall. She was close with the core members and had to bury those closest to her, she never quite got over that.

Calla Fern, a medic for overwatch that deals alot with the mutation of plants and how they function, she's been blessed with the ability to manipulate plants by her ancestors and puts it to good use. She wishes to create a better world and she does this by creating new forms of medicine.

Eleneore Dembele, better known as Calypso, is a mystery to all. She resides in the seas and protects its life by all means necessary, even going as far as killing people who actively cause it harm. No one really know who she is but the stories surrounding her are terrifying enough that people stay away from her.

Atlas Estevan, a young doctor in training within the newly reformed overwatch headquarters, he is under the supervision of Angela Ziegler and Calla Fern as the two women have taken a liking to the curious young man.

Chantin Thapa, a young girl who possesses powers of a moon god thanks to a cursed artifact she stumbled upon when she was a child. She's in pain most of the time but she manages well with the help of her parents and later with the help of some friends.

Louis Maes, one of Moira's experiments she made out of spite and curiosity of how Genji was rebuild. He was once just a student but is now rebuild to become one of Talon's best, he still has alot to learn but maybe it would be for the best if the young man wasn't in the hands of those who want to cause harm.

Asahi Shimada, the youngest of the three Shimada brothers, the one who was coddled the most and he hated it. He left the clan and abandoned the Shimada name shortly after their father was assassinated. He joined a fight club to get some money and to hide from the public.

Oriana Corvus, who prefers to be called Spark, is someone who doesn't like the government and neither do they like Overwatch, they want peace and equality for all and doesn't tend to listen or take orders. They've been struck by lighting at a young age and now posses the ability to shock others.

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 8

Although Weedfoot recovers from yellowcough, Twinekit dies of greencough.

[Image ID: Moonpaw faces Twinekit, who is now a StarClan cat. Moonpaw says “Hi, Twinekit. You’re okay now.”]

By the time the new moon arrived, Weedfoot and Oilpaw had to decide on RippleClan’s funeral traditions.

They would need a vigil for Twinekit, as all Clans did to mourn. It was Oilpaw who suggested dressing Twinekit in her namesake rather than just the death-shrouding herbs Fennelspot needed to make the small kit presentable. Carnationpaw crafted a simple necklace of cedar bark twine and placed it around Twinekit’s limp neck. Oilpaw tucked a few dry catmint leaves into the necklace too, as eternal protection against the disease that took her little sister.

Rustshade had been silent since Fennelspot stepped out of the medicine den and made his solemn announcement. He wordlessly agreed to all of the Clan’s ideas for how to properly honor a life that never truly began. When Fennelspot placed Twinekit in the center of camp, Rustshade laid beside her and did not move.

Scrubmask had to explain the situation to Burdockkit, Clamkit, and Locustkit. Burdockkit seemed not to grasp what Scrubmask meant. It took many painful questions before Burdockkit understood that no, Twinekit was not asleep, and no, she would not wake up. Clamkit went back to the nursery as soon as she could, and none of Downstar’s gentle coaxing could lure her out. Locustkit was the only one who cried, clutching a moss-ball as he laid at Rustshade’s side, head pressed into Twinekit’s fur.

Twinekit passed in the middle of the day, which meant RippleClan still had to go about their daily tasks. Oilpaw lingered as long as she could before Weedfoot, finally free of her wicked cough, took her and Carnationpaw on border patrol. Puddlespeckle joined Scrubmask on a hunt and brought back a humble mouse. Carnationpaw cooked it in the smoker and coaxed the kits to eat. She finally soothed Locustkit’s cries and sent him and his siblings to nap.

Rustshade, meanwhile, did nothing. No one could drag him away from his daughter, and no one wanted to. He stayed at her side, silent, until the last moments of dusk turned him into another red beam covering the camp. It was at that late hour, when the whole Clan rejoined Rustshade in his vigil, that Fennelspot asked an important question.

“Where do we bury our dead?”

It was a question no one had thought to ask themselves when they arrived at the shipwreck. They’d managed over half a year without any deaths, after all. RippleClan’s faces were empty of ideas. Oilpaw pretended to study the thick ceiling of clouds to hide her own lack of imagination.

“We’re the only Clan to live near the sea,” Scrubmask finally noted. “We could send the body out on the waves.” RippleClan’s empty faces filled with horror as all the adults stared at Scrubmask. Rustshade sneered at the pale ginger molly.

“We won’t disrespect her like that,” he growled. His voice was rough, as though he ate sand.

“LynxClan leaves their dead in the mountains all the time,” Scrubmask said, ignoring the outrage rippling through camp. “Twinekit’s spirit is gone. This is just her shell. We can’t disrespect her if she’s not here.”

“I think we need a different tradition,” Downstar sighed. She sat next to Rustshade and groomed his head until his face dropped and he relaxed back into Twinekit’s body.

“I have it,” Weedfoot gasped. She jogged across camp, almost knocking into Puddlespeckle. She jumped on the stones bordering the camp and flew over the brambles.

“Weedfoot, what are you doing?” Oilpaw called. A few minutes later, Weedfoot trotted through the entrance with a stone in her mouth. She dropped it at her paws.

“Our territory is full of stones and planks,” Weedfoot explained. “When someone joins StarClan, we can mark their resting place with this.” She patted the stone. “None of the other Clans do this. It would be a pure RippleClan tradition.” Rustshade stood. His joints groaned as he did so. He slowly approached Weedfoot and her stone. The rock was wet and glistened with salt. 

“Can we have a few more?” Rustshade asked.

“Of course,” Weedfoot said. “I’ll be back.” She touched noses with Rustshade and hurried back out of camp.

“I suppose I’ll need to find a spot to bury her,” Puddlespeckle groaned, stretching.

“What?” Downstar scoffed. “No. I’m sorry, but I’m not comfortable with our elders burying the dead. I don’t think it’s good for your health.”

“It’s perfect for my health,” Puddlespeckle grumbled, turning on the pregnant leader. “You wanna know why AshClan elders bury their dead? Because we’re the furthest on our path to StarClan. When you’re the one putting a body to rest, it makes death a little less scary. We know what’s coming. So if we’re brainstorming traditions, that’s what I want RippleClan to do. Am I part of this Clan or not?” Downstar sighed. Her paw drifted over her swollen belly. Eventually, she nodded.

“Puddlespeckle,” Downstar declared, “it is your responsibility to put Twinekit to rest and choose a place for RippleClan to bury their dead.” She waddled to Puddlespeckle and touched her nose to his forehead. “Thank you.” For the first time Oilpaw could remember, Puddlespeckle’s eyes were soft as he bowed before Downstar.

Soon after, Oilpaw joined Rustshade, Fennelspot, and Puddlespeckle on a long walk through RippleClan territory. Puddlespeckle carried Twinekit by the scruff while Fennelspot carried a basket of stones. Oilpaw kept slipping on slick snow clinging to steep slopes, but the others were sturdy on their path. Puddlespeckle took the lead, as though he had buried the dead dozens of times.

“Here,” Puddlespeckle finally said through Twinekit’s scruff. He stopped at the top of a slope overlooking a more open field. The trees were fewer and farther apart below the slope. Oilpaw could imagine plenty of herbs and tall grasses growing there come the new year. If Oilpaw focused, she could see human dens far in the distance, toward WheatClan’s land. 

The old tom led the group down the slope and into the field. He stopped at a spot where the snow was thin, merely speckling the dead grass. He set Twinekit’s body down and began to dig.

“Why here?” Oilpaw asked as Rustshade joined Puddlespeckle.

“It’s a corner of the territory you’re almost certain not to lose in any conflicts with other Clans,” Puddlespeckle huffed as dirt piled behind him. “This way, she’ll never be defiled.” 

Puddlespeckle and Rustshade finished digging soon after. Fennelspot set his basket down and muttered a gentle prayer. Oilpaw picked up a few words and mumbled along. Puddlespeckle grabbed Twinekit’s scruff and set her in the hole. Rustshade stepped back as Puddlespeckle filled the hole back in. Oilpaw kept her eyes on the basket until Puddlespeckle was finished. 

“Grab a stone, everyone,” Fennelspot sighed. He plucked a sea-worn stone from the basket and set it on the mound. Puddlespeckle and Oilpaw placed their stones beside Fennelspot’s. Rustshade crowned the pile with his stone, carefully placed on top. 

“Hold on,” Oilpaw muttered, glancing back into the basket. “What’s this?” Oilpaw pulled a worn moss-ball out of the basket.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” Fennelspot sighed. “Before we left, Locustkit gave me his moss-ball. He wants Twinekit to have it. He said it would give her something to do in StarClan.” Rustshade groaned in a voice so soft that Oilpaw mistook it for wind at first. She put the moss-ball next to the rock pile.

“Let’s put this in a place of honor,” Puddlespeckle sighed. He moved the moss-ball on top of the rocks. “There we go. Rustshade, what do you think?” Rustshade nodded silently. He sat at the edge of the mound and rested his chin on the disturbed dirt.

“I’m gonna stay here with him,” Oilpaw whispered to Fennelspot. “Is that okay?”

“I think Weedfoot will understand,” Fennelspot sighed. He picked up his basket and made his way back up the slope. Puddlespeckle stopped by Rustshade and rested his tail on the ginger tom’s back. Rustshade purred softly and brushed his own tail against Puddlespeckle’s foot. With that, the rosetted elder followed Fennelspot home.

Oilpaw settled next to her father. She didn’t feel cold next to him, but her guilt dragged her down. How much anger brewed under Rustshade’s fur? Did he hate Oilpaw for not talking to Sunstrike? Sure, Rustshade could be a lying, stuck up hypocrite, but he was still Oilpaw’s dad. He still raised her when Sunstrike couldn’t. 

“I can’t tell her,” Rustshade groaned softly. He turned his face away from Oilpaw and the rock pile. “I can’t face your mother now.” Oilpaw pressed her head into Rustshade’s side before she even thought to do so.

[Image ID: Oilpaw and Rustshade face a small stack of stones with a moss-ball on top. A transparent version of Twinekit stands behind the stones. Oilpaw says “I’ll tell her, Dad. You were right. She deserves to know.”]

“I’ll tell her, Dad,” Oilpaw gulped. “You were right. She deserves to know.” Rustshade curled himself around Oilpaw, like when she was a little kitten and settled by his belly for a nap. Oilpaw purred and rubbed against Rustshade as the codekeeper closed his eyes.

“Is this for me?” a small voice asked. Oilpaw’s heart spasmed. Her eyes locked onto the grave marker. Twinekit stood beside the stones, sniffing the moss-ball. Her twine necklace dangled against her chest. Her pelt was soft and lucious. When the light caught her fur at the right angle, it sparkled like a star. Oilpaw could see through her little sister’s body to the snow beyond. 

Oilpaw didn’t dare to breathe as Twinekit grabbed the moss-ball. The moss-ball itself did not move; rather, Twinekit picked up an identical copy as transparent as Twinekit. Oilpaw looked to her father, praying he saw the miracle too, but he stayed oblivious, eyes squeezed tight as he fought through waves of grief.

“Are you ready to go now?” someone groaned. A familiar white figure trotted out from behind a tree. She was a molly with soft green eyes. Unlike Twinekit, this newcomer’s pelt was solid, but glistened with the beauty of a hundred stars. She left no paw prints in her wake. 

“Look what Locustkit gave me!” Twinekit chirped through a mouthful of moss. The mysterious stranger laughed and batted at the moss-ball.

“I love it,” the stranger laughed, “but are you ready?” Twinekit shook out her pelt. Her form grew solid and starlight surrounded her, just as it surrounded the stranger. Twinekit nodded, earning another laugh from the stranger. Oilpaw forced her fur to stay flat. Despite her best efforts, her pelt spiked when the stranger locked eyes with her.

“So you can see me!” the stranger gasped. “I knew it! Do you remember me? You saw me on that beach patrol with the dog.” Oilpaw nodded stiffly. Shouldn’t she say something? She couldn’t make herself talk. “This is really interesting. I can’t stay long, but you should at least know who I am.” She pulled Twinekit close and fluffed up her chest. “I’m Moonpaw, mediator apprentice extraordinaire! If you can see me know, you’ll probably see a lot more of me. Now, if you’ll excuse us…” 

Moonpaw nudged Twinekit along. Twinekit waved her tail goodbye, purring. Oilpaw carefully lifted her own, unsure of what her eyes told her. Moonpaw walked beside Twinekit, leaving stars in their wake. The pair walked behind a tall pine and did not appear on the other side. Oilpaw watched the tree for a long time, her breath quick and mind blank.

“We’ll be okay, Oilpaw,” Rustshade mumbled. He groomed Oilpaw’s head with half-open eyes. Oilpaw tucked herself closer to her clueless father. Her grief had been ripped away and replaced with a deep unease that squeezed her guts.

(Weedfoot: 57, female, deputy, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(Oilpaw: 12, female, historian apprentice, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(Twinekit: 2, female, kit, noisy, quick to help)

(Rustshade: 65, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Fennelspot: 65, male, cleric, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Scrubmask: 25, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

(Burdockkit: 2, male, kit, bossy, interested in Clan history)

(Clamkit: 2, female, kit, lonesome, interested in Clan history)

(Locustkit: 2, male, kit, troublesome, moss-ball hunter)

(Downstar: 67, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Puddlespeckle: 134, male, elder, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

(Moonpaw: 10, female, mediator apprentice, childish, good hunter)

Downstar doesn’t feel ready to be the mom of four kits, but she promises the tiny flailing limbs at her belly that she’ll do her best, she swears on StarClan.

[Image ID: Downstar sits above four newborn kits; Halibutkit, an impulsive male; Duskkit, a troublesome female; Graykit, an impulsive female; and Shadowkit, a troublesome male. Beside Downstar, update text reads - CONDITION: PREGNANT, + CONDITION: RECOVERING FROM BIRTH]

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For a while, Downstar thought the pain would never end. Her contractions started at some point in the middle of the night, and only grew worse over the course of the day. Fennelspot never left her side, helping her through each terrible spasm. According to him, the delivery was perfectly normal, but Downstar was certain she would lose one of her nine lives that day. She had the lives to spare; if she had to give one up to bring her children into the world, she would gladly do so.

Night blurred into day and back into night. Slowly but surely, each of Downstar’s kits popped out and settled by her belly. She was too focused on the next delivery to truly soak in the small body suckling next to her, but Carnationpaw, who stuck with Downstar as much as she could, assured her that each kit was beautiful.

“It’s a tom,” Carnationpaw said of the first kit when Downstar was too delirious to think straight. “He’s a sort of silvery-gray color. A mackerel tabby, I think. The color looks a bit like Weedfoot. Oh, wouldn’t it be cute to name him Weedkit?”

“I’ll name them later,” Downstar groaned through the stick in her mouth. 

The second kit, a black molly, came out soon after her brother, just as dusk hit the camp. Her tiny paws kneaded and poked at Downstar’s belly in a violent search for milk. Downstar couldn’t help but laugh. It was like the small kit knew just what to do to distract her mother from the pain.

The third kit took a while to arrive. Twilight had almost faded completely from the territories before a little molly slipped out. Carnationpaw oohed and awwed as Fennelspot cleaned the squirming kitten up.

“Wow, Downstar!” Carnationpaw laughed. “She looks just like your first kit! Same colors, same stripes… you have a pair of twins on your paws!”

“In SlugClan,” Fennelspot said as he guided the kit to Downstar’s belly, “identical kits are a sign from StarClan. Their lives will be forever intertwined. They will complement each other well.”

Downstar’s fourth and final kit arrived just as Scrubmask and Rustshade returned from night patrol. The little tom was black, like his oldest sister, but had stocky stripes and a lighter tint to his fur that better matched his other sister. 

“Not a single ginger pelt in the group,” Carnationpaw chuckled. “That’s impressive.” As the pain began to fade and her Clanmates’ congratulatory purrs filled the nursery, Downstar studied her beautiful kits. They were so alive. Each one wiggled, squirmed, and mewled as loud as they could.

“We couldn’t have asked for a better delivery,” Fennelspot purred. He rubbed against Downstar’s head. “How do you feel?”

“Overwhelmed,” Downstar laughed. “I was certain something would go wrong.” But it didn’t. She was a model mother, but would that last? Could she lead both a new Clan and four new lives?

“What will you name them?” Carnationpaw asked, leaning close to the kits.

“It’s better to wait,” Fennelspot said. “Sometimes, StarClan sends one of its spirits down in the form of a kit to guide the others before returning to the sky. It would be insulting to name someone who already has a name.”

“Do you mean one of them could die?” Carnationpaw gulped. “But you said they were all healthy!”

“They are!” Fennelspot stammered as Downstar’s heart ached. “The nature of birth is tricky. It’s best to wait a quarter moon before giving them proper names. I’m hopeful, though. They all look strong.”

“I already have names for them,” Downstar admitted.

“I’ll tell the Clan you’re doing well,” Fennelspot sighed, nuzzling Downstar once more. “You can have visitors in the morning.”

“I promise I’ll help however I can,” Carnationpaw said, licking Downstar’s ear. “I’ll make sure your kits are never lonely.” Downstar nuzzled her apprentice as a deep purr rippled through her. Fennelspot guided Carnationpaw outside and left Downstar in the cool dark of the nursery, illuminated by the small fire built just beyond the den.

“You’ll be Halibutkit,” Downstar mumbled, nuzzling her oldest son. “It’s a type of fish from the ocean. I found one washed on the shore when we settled in camp. It’s a good omen for RippleClan.” The black molly squealed, as though offended that she did not get her name first. “I’m getting to you, little Duskkit. Do you like that name? You were born at dusk. I think it fits.” Next, Downstar studied her gray daughter. “You’ll need a good name so I don’t confuse you for your brother. How about Graykit?” Graykit mewled softly and continued her suckling.

Downstar studied her youngest for a while. He looked so much like the proud, sturdy tom who trained her, who taught her how to care for others, who gave her a life for that very purpose.

“Is that you, Shadowsun?” Downstar whispered. She sniffed the dark gray tom’s sleek pelt. “Did you come to guide my kits? Or are you your own tom?” She licked the kit’s head. The lookalike squealed and flailed his little legs about. “Well, if you’re staying here, I’m going to call you Shadowkit.” Downstar tucked her paws under her and rested her head, never taking her eyes off her four kits. It was a big responsibility, but she had managed as leader so far. She would do her best as a mother, too.

(Downstar: 67, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Fennelspot: 65, male, cleric, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Carnationpaw: 10, female, caretaker apprentice, compassionate, splashes in puddles)

(Halibutkit: 0, kit, male, impulsive)

(Duskkit: 0, kit, female, troublesome)

(Graykit: 0, kit, female, impulsive)

(Shadowkit: 0, kit, male, troublesome)

[chiefbasementcreator]

Who is Fuuma Saika, former Secratry of the Fuuma clan?

"Allow me to be your vanguard, young master. Fuuma Saika, at your service."

Saika was a member of the Fuuma clan, where she occupied the position of Stewardess/Secretary. When the Fuuma rebellion eruptued, rather than fighting against her clan relatives, Saika decided to leave altogether, and she abandonned Gosha for some years, leaving the role of Steward/secratry to fall to Tokiko. During these years she occasionally fought alongside UFS forces, who had given her proesthetic legs after she was maimed during a mission on behalf of her clan. She recently returned to Gosha, and she is now trying to find her place again, becoming a semi-active Taimanin as well as rejoining the Fuuma clan.

Personalit--wise, Saika is diligent, polite and soft-spoken. while she can appear cold or distant to people that don't know her, she is extremely devoted to her clan (and especially toward Kotaro, since he is a harem MC) . She act motherly towards younger people and can be very assertive about her desires and wishes.

In battle, Saika uses her Ninja Art: Evil Eye: Takeover, which gives her limited mind control ability over the people that look her in the eyes. allowing her to also alter their perception, such as creating illusions only they can see. She has no cqualms about fighting dirty or using underhanded tactics. since her actual Ninja Art cannot directly damage her opponents, she uses her martial art training, with a particular emphasis on kicks with her prosthetic legs, to actually fight.

[mychildhoodtraumamademeapathetic]

So like a thing that happens in Atla fanfictions is that they meet an airbender and they are usually older than aang or the oldest of the Gaang. Aang and the OC start training and aang makes them go vegetarian and start piling more of his culture and customs on them. I have 2 that I'm reading that are still being written that have this but go opposite ways with one being a guy a few months older than Sokka named Ryan and another being a Girl a year almost 2 older named Tashi. Tashi is very proud to be of both Air nomad and Earth Kingdom descendant and has killed people and regularly hunts when they meet and is very uncomfortable later with how aang is going about this and they get into multiple fights about their differences, eventually she stops being vegetarian and states at least in her head that she isn't going to let aang force his customs and culture onto her and try and force her to be an air nomad of the past she refuses to have everything about her erased to ensure she is a perfect air nomad like aang remembers. Ryan has less troubles having been dimensional displaced and made an air bender on purpose but even he has troubles later with not eating meat but otherwise adjusted fine. I honestly see things from Tashi's point of view more because aang is trying to force her into a role and make her forget her roots and being earth Kingdom and gets annoyed when she isn't as willing to forgive or forget and is simply not like him. Something I honestly don't know if its canon or not the existence of the air clans alongside the temples with the temples having been for the more religious, spiritual and pacifist of the air nomads and someone attacked the clans and they ended with the survivors stuck in the temples and never going back to being clans but it would make a lot of sense if being pacifist and everything was once only part of the people's culture. I keep having an idea of aang finding out about surviving air nomads and learning that the clans were never wiped out and instead the ones who didn't take refuge in the temples simply hide better and a had reversed uno them after the comet with them taking in refugees and them just not rejoining the temples or the monk or nun ways and aang having ti deal with not being the last airbender or nomad but being the last monk for now because they aren't willing to join the crumbling temples and divide their people during war. But like he is a 12 year old boy who honestly clings to every little bit of his culture he can find and having someone reject it would hurt but be needed because he is babied in my opinion and being told straight that he can't force his religion or customs on them but maybe they could discuss after the war and see if anyone wants to join him would work. I just really want someone who is clearly a master air bender but also clearly from a different culture to tell it to aang straight and help him adjust instead or babying and trying to hide reality from him.

[nightly-ruse]

Okay fine I’ll make a Mothwing post

<no one’s forced me I just think about the all the time and need to :))))>

So Moth is the loner kit of a runaway kittypet and literal war criminal, she has two siblings being Hawk and Tadpole. As a kit Tadpole drowns. After this Sasha finally brings her kits to Riverclan where she plans to stay with them but runs away after being confronted by her friend Feathertail for mothering kits of Tigerstar and learning of his death.

This already sets up pretty clear lasting effects on the remaining kits being Moth and Hawk. It’s pretty easy to infer that some form of survivor’s guilt could start here and I think in Moth’s case it works well. Also a very rocky kithood as they traveled a lot, lost a sibling, were brought into a new group and then lost their mother. They grew in post-Tigerstar Riverclan where it’s likely a lot of cats held a harsh resentment towards the guy plus any of his kin, especially those directly effected by his actions like Feathertail, Mistyfoot, Stormfur.

She was trained initially as a warrior by Mistyfoot who was the current deputy and pretty harsh, stubborn, but willed. This rubbed off on Mothpaw herself becoming strong willed and independent though far more open minded. As she neared the end of training she felt a call to be a healer and tried to take up the path but was rejected by Mudfur, even though he needed a apprentice he wasn’t going to let a cat be his apprentice without assurance they were chosen by starclan’s paws for it (possibly also fueled by a initial distrust for her being a tiger spawn with outside roots)

But she was finally accepted after Mudfur found a sign, a torn moth’s wing. Such a clear sign. She was trained like she wanted and named Mothwing for the sign that let her be a healer.

As a character I’d say she’s independent and goal focused, definitely loyal to those she fully trusts but not able to easily trust many. She also has the most clear visage into the biases of the clans for her obvious outside roots and in clan blood. Her sibling dies from a attempt to try and cheer up their momma leaving her with survivor’s guilt. Once finally having a real home she is pretty regularly treated still as a outsider beside her brother Hawkfrost as the kits of Tigerstar. Her own mentor being rather short tempered to both of them because Mistyfoot’s brother Stonefur was killed by Tigerstar. Her and Mudfur probably weren’t incredibly close as he was so distrustful of her before having a sign. She becomes a healer and opens herself up for starclan to be the best healer ever.

<TNP>

Around now she meets a new cat on her first journey to the moonpool being Leafpaw. Leaf is a gifted and cute little apprentice and the two got on well even if they didn’t get the most time to talk. Mothwing is still learning and it’s tough. She doesn’t know if she really fits into it well. But Leafpaw helps her the whole way. The two bond a lot and Mothwing goes out of her way to help Leafpaw back teaching her a lot of things.

And then Sasha comes back. Their mother who left as they were but kits. Begging for them to rejoin her as Kittypets instead. Mothwing harbors no anger towards her mother just sadness. She doesn’t know why she left so early on in their lives. But this is her home now. She declines and Hawkfrost does as well though he’s a bit more aggressive about it. Sasha also reveals for a fact that Tigerstar was their father but they both pretty much already knew it, mostly just revealing it to every other cat.

The clans pick up and start the journey to the lake. The clans are closer then ever before, Mothwing grows closer with Leafpaw, Tawnypelt, and many others. She wonders.. maybe the clans together isn’t so taboo. It’s so much nicer this way. No laws that cause pointless battles, prey stealing isn’t a thing, she can just be friends with cats. But she doesn’t bring it up much, just in a few passing words to Leafpaw occasional when they’re alone.

But her brother has been so distant. She goes to him and asks what’s with him. She’s made friends with other cats yes but his bonds are different, she’s seen him egg on things he didn’t need to, his temper higher then ever. A confrontational while their all alone and he reveals the thing she never would believe. The sign that made her a healer? He did it. He ripped the wings off that moth and planted it there for Mudfur to find.

Suddenly the spot she always tried to fill is shattered, she wasn’t chosen by starclan. She wasn’t ever meant to be a healer. She was a fraud. She’d fooled every cat into accepting her as one of their own. While a more strong headed cat would have snapped at Hawkfrost for planting the sign she turns on herself. And starclan itself. They hadn’t ever given her a dream like every other healer had described, they didn’t send a sign for her even her brother had done it. They hadn’t cared for her at all. They let her father get into power even giving him lives despite being a murderer. They promoted the bloodshed and anger the clans festered especially towards outsiders.

Mothwing renounces, to herself, the starclan side of her role and focuses on the healing part instead. At least that side was in her own paws and real. She COULD heal the sick and injured. They couldn’t do anything to mend any cat they just supposedly took them from the living.

But Hawkfrost did still plant that sign. She said she’d turn him in for what he’d done and he turned around and said if she did that she wouldn’t be a healer would she? Pressured into faking a sign to get rid of Stormfur and Brook, just like he did, she feels even more tied to his secret keeping.

Paranoia is at a peak here from hiding the fact she had no sign plus her brothers actions. When the elders get poisoned from her actions she breaks down and spills her distrust of starclan to Leafpool who is shocked but doesn’t freak out too much, acknowledging the skills Mothwing does have instead of the skills she doesn’t. When Willowpaw is made her apprentice she does worry as to how she’s supposed to fake teach her apprentice about starclan but her friend comes in and says she’ll help. The two train Willowpaw, Mothwing doing the real healing part while Leafpool trains her in star reading.

Despite it all her worlds finally slowing down more. Until she wanders across the beach like she had grown accustomed to for a meeting with Leafpool and finds her brother’s dead body, stake through the heart his blood making the waves scarlet in color. The final stray light from the sun showing her the murder before darkness fell over it all. He hurt her, but they were siblings. They had always been together. And now they weren’t. While a weight of paranoia fell of her back the sadness that tugged on her heart made it seem like just pebbles. All alone she buries him facing the water in a place no cat would easily find, stalks of blue forget me nots flowering his gravesite. She’d learn just a few days later the role he’d had in so much more, the Windclan rebellion, Mudclaw’s turn, Tigerstar’s ghost.

One day as she fell asleep at his grave she dreams into the dark forest and sees him again, with their father. The place dark and gross a spot on her soul. But as they tried to pull her into their madness she declined and turned back. She loved Hawkfrost and would always grieve her brother, but she wouldn’t do anything either asked. Those cats weren’t her brother or father.

The survivor’s guilt before now a pit. She keeps living while everyone dies. Why does this keep happening to her?

<POTS and OOTS>

It’s settled more. She trains Willowpaw, helps Leafpool, grows plants. It’s simple. It’s just another moonpool meeting when she meets Jaypaw, the fiesty little tom makes comments and she just laughs them off. She’d never pressure her friend but she can feel something different with Leafpool, the way her round amber eyes always worriedly look to Jaypaw or windclan during gatherings. Their usual chats somehow sadder. But she tries to help where she can.

She names Willowpaw to Willowshine for the light she always had to her and smiles as her former apprentice giddily rests by the moonpool. A part of her remembers when she had been so excited to speak to the stars but never getting a answer. That was so long ago now.

Times passes and at the gathering she notices a tension in Leafpool she’s never seen, and then Hollyleaf announces the truth about her parentage. Mothwing hisses as she curls around her friend. The young apprentice she used to know in Hollyleaf gone. She remembered when Hollypaw trained as a healer, she remembered how much the black cat padded after her own apprentice. That wasn’t the burned angry cat before her now.

OOTS comes around and Leopardstar dies, she takes Mistyfoot to the moonpool to become Mistystar but when her now leader jumps up from her sleep she stares at her with icy cold eyes. When they get back to camp Mistystar does her first action as leader and forces Mothwing to tell everyone before closing their borders. Despite being explicitly told she wasn’t to help any cat Mothwing runs to Thunderclan and talks to Leafpool and Jayfeather telling them not to put so much trust in starclan. Jayfeather tells her of her brother’s actions, and she breaks more. The memory of him coming to her as a ghost fresh like it had just happened. She shakes it off and denounces him again.

Then the great battle. Where spirits crossed into the living. She watches as her brother runs in and attacks their own, as if he had no care for them at all. Dapplenose dead at his spirit claws. Mothwing can’t stand for it anymore and chases him away as he turns to her. And yet she can’t let him go. She chases after into the real battle but finds him just as he’s killed the second time, gone again before she could ever see him. She’s truly alone now. The battle left so much broken and torn back open. Old wounds freshly scratched again. She just tried her best to fix it.

<Between Arcs>

The battle ended and it was still rough. The clan’s life changed as they knew the balance between life and death wasn’t so clear as they thought. Mothwing acknowledges yes Starclan exists but it isn’t as knowing or powerful as they think. A dead cat isn’t suddenly smarter then they were before. Many just as they were in life except put on a pedestal for no reason. It was hard.

After Mistystar revealed her sign being fake to the whole clan many gave her looks. But she didn’t try to think about it much. She still healed her clanmates and collected herbs. She still had Leafpool at least. And then, she wasn’t there. A gathering again as Bramblestar pulled himself onto the tree and announced the death of her friend, killed in a battle. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t bear it. Mothwing traveled over and begged for something more, no cat would answer her, beside Squirrelflight. The two had talked occasionally but not much more than that though they held strong respect for each other. The real truth came out. Leafpool killed in a pointless battle protecting a pregnant queen, one done purely to get her by her mate.

Just like before. Someone she loved gone without her being there. Over nothing. A cat everyone loved and cared for, who’d been with her for so long. Her anger towards the clans grew here. A survivor’s guilt and long set trauma twisted into a fiery rage to the cause of it. Battles, fruitless disagreements that lead to death, a constant judgement for no reason.

<TBC>

As winter comes around it’s stronger then before. Her held anger a ember kept under her tongue. As she travels to the moonpool it feels different, walking up with no cat by her side, no silly jokes or whispers in her ear. Even more as she walks up and sees that pool frozen over. The last remnant of her. Even as the chilling breeze feels like shards hitting her she feels the flame inside grow setting her mind on fire.

And then Shadowpaw, the newest apprentice, calls her and Jayfeather codebreakers. She can’t believe it. What has either of them done? She may not side with the grumpy tom much but Jayfeather was one of the most stubbornly loyal cats she’d ever met and nothing near a codebreaker. And yet as she turns to Mistystar for her leader and former mentor to disregard the apprentice’s words she doesn’t. Pushed even more by Bramblestar, Mistystar looks to her and agrees to exile Mothwing.

Outraged she denounced her leader, the thunderclan leader, Shadowpaw, every cat siding with them. She plans to just find some place but is taken in surprisingly by Shadowclan. Their leader Tigerstar far more disapproving of the other leaders decisions and unsure of her own kit’s visions. She joins the rebels and channels her anger to help them. When Mistystar begs for her back Mothwing doesn’t even hesitate as she chooses to stay in Shadowclan, welcoming both Icewing and Harelight to join her.

As a settled healer of Shadowclan she still distrusts and resents Shadowsight. The cat caused all of this and didn’t see the clear manipulation used on him. She tells Tigerstar that the healer needs more training clearly and both Tigerheart and Puddleshine agree. Her anger growing still. And then as the prisoner, being Ashfur, escapes and takes Squirrelflight with him into the unfrozen moonpool Mothwing grows scared. She knew where that led. She tries to stop Willowshine from going in but she couldn’t. And she dies. Another cat, gone, without her being able to do anything. Grieving once again. She’s shocked by Shadowsight wanting to go in even after a cat before him died, her disagreement with him dripping away. She apologizes for placing such blame on him and being so mean, giving him her hope that he’d come out safe.

And he comes back, Ashfur gone forever, Bramblestar back in his body, Squirrelflight safe, and yet Willowshine was still dead. And as she returns to Riverclan she still feels resentment towards Mistystar, and sadness as she takes her previous apprentice’s place as the mentor of the new Frostpaw.

<So far ASC>

She trains Frostpaw. The grief still fresh and hurting she tries to train Frostpaw but it’s hard. She cannot forgive Mistystar for what she did and no apology given. She can’t ever catch a break. Mistystar gets in another fight, the clan lost most trust in their leader after the events of TBC start turning on her and a argument against Duskfur takes too much and dies. And then Reedwhisker dies. Both gone- while they weren’t close it’s clearly something important and now Riverclan has no leadership.

It’s too much and when thrust into leadership from her apprentices strange sign Mothwing is overwhelmed. It feels like a curse has fallen Riverclan when Curlfeather dies barely after being announced as leader. Wrapped up in it all she feels it most when Tigerstar invades the clan over her kits death. Mothwing doesn’t blame her at all just grieves the lost life she could’ve saved, the one she could’ve actually stopped and she failed.

And yet every time she tries to help her new apprentice Frostpaw it just gets worse, but she can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right especially about Splashtail. He reminds her so much of… him.

[therealnightcity]

𝘁𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 〜 for Hiro 🖤 𝗺𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗶 〜 for Ares 🖤 𝗰𝘂𝗯𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗲 〜 for Avi 🖤

Character asks for @dreamskug 💕❤️❤️

Hiro:

Tequila Sunrise: What kind of hobbies does your oc enjoy? is there anything they’ve always wanted to do but never had the time/resources to try?

Hiro's hobbies are varied, even if he doesn't have as much time for them as he'd like. After leaving the Claws he didn't have many, so he's still re-discovering things he enjoys, and likes trying new things, whether that's exploring everywhere he can poke his nose into, or following it to a new food stand. He loves working on his bike, although wouldn't turn the opportunity to fix up a car if he had the chance, and probably would more often if he had more space. He also enjoys cooking and baking, although seldom indulges in the latter unless it's for someone else. It feels wasteful if it's just for himself. Saturday's are for planning meals for the week, and going shopping, and he's usually up early and at an open air market, pouring over the products for deals, and chatting with the stall-keepers. He's a good customer and they set aside a little stash for him.

Hiro also loves being active and moving--boxing, dancing, or riding his motorcycle, he's seldom still for too long. He's also fond of both hiking and rock climbing, and plans trips to the badlands, with a picnic in tow. All he needs is a nice sunset somewhere, and he's happy. He's always wanted to travel but never had the freedom or the money to just pack up and go somewhere. He doesn't even know where he'd go--would do anything as long as it was outside Night City. Someday he wants to just drive until he finds somewhere cool on his bike, and go from there, no goals--just possibilites and open road.

Ares:

Mai Tai: How was your oc’s life growing up? did they do well in school if they attended? do they have any awkward teenage memories?

Of the three siblings, Ares had without a doubt the happiest childhood. It wasn't easy, life as a nomad rarely counts as such but she was never wanting for love or attention. She had two parents who cared immensely for her (even if they were a touch overprotective) and family who had her back. She loved to learn, in the case of subjects that interested her, and skated through the rest (even if she didn't retain any of the information, or pursue them more deeply), and focused on the ones she did enjoy, being able to work with her hands, and find out how machines function, and take them apart (even if they didn't necessarily get put back together.) She was a bright, albeit exhausting student, who never enjoyed sitting still, and had more questions than time.

Her parents moved on when she was eighteen and rejoined another nomad clan, more interested in traveling and restless after putting down roots for so long. Ares elected to stay behind, and open her own shop--she had the practical knowledge to do so, even if it was trial and error. Dakota helped her out at the start, until she could hold her own. She's not happy with a nomadic life--it's too much instability, and she needed a place that was her permanent home, at least as much as a place can be in the Badlands. She doesn't regret her decision to stay, knows she'd have been unhappy if she left, but she misses her parents and old friends, and is always holding her breath, hoping they come back.

Although it got her into the most trouble during her teenage years, Ares' habit to blurt things without thinking still lingers. Sometimes they're a little clueless, other times they're plain rude, or easy to misinterpret as such, and she's left having to clean up a mess of hurt feelings, or angry clients, and aside from trying to work at being more careful with what she says, she's become quicker at digging herself out whatever mess she landed herself in.

One of her distinct memories is setting a tent on fire while working on a mech, and it became a permanently outdoor activity after that, much to her parents relief. The hangar she uses to work on them now is at least three times bigger than her living space, but it's where she spends most of her time anyway.

Avi:

Cuba Libre: If your oc wears any perfume/cologne, what’s their favorite?

Although he has a couple, Santal 33 is one of Avi's favorites--it's smoky and spicy, with a little sweetness and leather. He's also a fan of Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille. Philosykos' notes of fig and black pepper are also appreciated, although he'd be quick to insist it's a cologne and not perfume.

Thanks for asking, these were all so fun!! 🥰🌸

[frostfour]

Is Blackfoot still alive when Skyclan rejoins the other clans? Also...how do the other clans take Skyclan now, without Firestar knowing about them, the other clans don't either. Also...it'd be hilarious if Russetstar was still alive when Skyclan rejoins with Blackfoot/star(?)

Sorry this response has taken to so long! As you can see I definitely took the prompt and ran with it haha. Full disclosure I haven't actually read the series Skyclan returns to the lake (AVoS?) so timeline wise I have no idea if Blackfoot would still be alive canonically but for the sake of a fun AU yes he 100% is.

This is where Skyclan Blackstar shines over having Leafstar lead. Even if Blackfoot founded modern Skyclan, the clan is as much shaped by the other members and he lacks power. Despite the outrage his initial appearance would spark among the other clans I doubt it would be worth it for the other clans to exile him again. He is a beloved elder in Skyclan and ultimately is their problem, other clans have sheltered worse (Bluestar willingly sheltered Brokenstar for a period of time). He will never be able to attend a gathering and avoids straying too close to the borders but is content in Skyclan. For the other clans the entirety of Skyclan is around to keep him in line.

So for the rest of this I'll be talking about the Blackstar & Leafdapple route of the AU. Continued underneath because this post got long.

The clans reacting to Skyclan's arrival at the lake

It shakes the lake clans to the core since it challenges a lot of what they thought of their culture. During OOTS there was a larger focus on the clans coming together when necessary that continued on. Even with the Great Journey after the old territory was destroyed the clans refused to leave until Riverclan joined them. So to hear that Skyclan had been put into a similar position and their ancestors just let them die out - there's definitely a knee jerk reaction to it all. They don't want to believe it.

Blackstar loses a lot of the credibility of the message and a significant portion of cats straight up accuse him of lying. Oh a whole clan just happened to be exiled? Really? What a coincidence "guy who was obsessed with power and famously exiled". It's convenient that this version of events leaves the lake clans as villains and Blackstar as a righteous leader.

With some time to prove himself and how the rest of Skyclan trusts him fully the other clans come around to it in the end. Even if they personally do not like Blackstar he would be nearing the end of his leadership and they can't turn away a whole clan on the faults of a single member. I imagine the gathering they all show up the medicine cats across all the clans just make a beeline for the moonpool to check the legitimacy of Blackstar's account the second they are dismissed.

Bramblestar and Onestar aren't thrilled to have him back among their ranks but they still begrudgingly defend the rights of Skyclan to rejoin them by the lake. Neither were as intimately acquainted to his war crimes as the other leaders and denying a clan sent by Starclan is just not worth it. Bramblestar, having been compared to Tigerstar his whole life, would probably also be more likely to give him a chance as he looks like he has genuinely changed. But of course what would Riverclan and Shadowclan's leadership think?

Russetstar is leader of Shadowclan

She is pissed that he has shown up with an entire clan in tow and is incredibly untrustworthy of him. She remembers what he was like as a deputy in the forest and the atrocities that they witnessed and just can't believe he is a leader now. If he is a leader with morals, where were these morals when Brokenstar and Tigerstar were around? When their clan needed protection? Instead she ended up breaking the cycle and building up her clan from the wreckage left after TPB. She is incredibly concerned with the welfare of Skyclan remembering what the clan before her was like and urges for Blackstar to be sent back into exile and for Skyclan to appoint a new leader. She is solely focused on Blackstar and being an ex-loner herself has no issue with the rest of Skyclan.

Russetstar and Blackstar would be an interesting mirror for each other. Blackfoot blaming Russetfur for everything when he loses it all but gains peace with himself by finding a life in Skyclan knowing that his problem was never with her. Russetstar seeing him return would immediately be ready to fight him again over his position of leader, how he isn't to be trusted and push for him to be exiled. Russetstar finds peace with the fact Skyclan are safe with him and despite all the reasons under the sun she rightfully despises him he never did turn out to be another Tigerstar or Brokenstar like she feared.

Tigerstar ii is leader of Shadowclan

Okay this bullet is not very serious but while you think Russetstar still kicking would be funny I raise to you: Tigerstar ii. Blackstar hears Tigerstar is the great and noble leader of Shadowclan and has a heart attack. Did he rise from the grave? Why is everyone so calm? How are they angry at him when Tigerstar is around? Then he sees him and he looks the spitting image of Tigerstar but the tom in front of him is far, far too young to be the actual cat of nightmares. Tawnypelt is like "That's my boy Tigerstar! Proud of you!" and Blackstar has to take a minute to hound Tawnypelt like "Tawnypaw why in Starclan's name is THAT the prefix you decided on?"

Meanwhile Tigerstar ii is the only leader to have never met Blackstar in his life, and is confused out of his mind. He has no clue what to think, everyone seems angry and scared of this cat claiming him to be Blackfoot from the forest but that can't be right. Blackfoot is an evil cat with glowing red eyes who tried to steal away the great Russetstar's leadership and eats kits or some nonsense. He's known as an executioner but he brought together a whole clan and hardly comes across as more bloodthirsty than Onestar. He seems unnecessarily angry when he tells him he has Tigerstar's support though...

Mistystar the leader of Riverclan

And finally the big one. She would absolutely give Skyclan the ultimatum of exiling their leader or she declares war on them. Honestly who could even blame her? She got a front row seat to Tigerclan in which he was among the highest ranking members, imprisoned with her apprentice and he killed her own brother in front of her. Even after all these seasons he's still alive, having gotten the power he wanted while Stonefur is dead and Stormfur left the clans. She would be livid he is back and would remind the clans why he was exiled and how if it weren't for the truce of the full moon she would be chasing him down already. And when Skyclan respond like "We know what he did but he has changed. We wouldn't have our clan without him." She snaps a bit, all of them are complicit and isn't even going to give them the chance of building a second Tigerclan.

Her deputy Reedwhisker would've seen the horrors of Tigerclan and what happened to her during that time. He wouldn't be leaping at their defence. Mothwing never experienced it first hand but grew up in the aftermath and remembers what Hawkfrost was like (his throwaway line about Tigerstar never being such an enemy to Riverclan was such wasted opportunity). Plus Mothwing is unable to go to the moonpool and verify for herself so even though she goes she just has to trust in what the other medicine cats say. Riverclan has no real reason to trust the story given by Blackstar.

Once she has time alone with her clan and space away from Skyclan they are able to decompress. A lot of the cats who don't remember the forest are furious and don't want to be part of a war with an innocent clan sent by Starclan who have already lost a home. The Kin are their enemy. Mistystar never follows through on the threat of an all out war between the two clans, the danger of The Kin is too pressing, but she ensures Skyclan stays far away from her borders. Any kind of alliance between Riverclan and Skyclan is unsalvageable until Blackstar dies and leadership moves on.

Meanwhile from Blackstar's side he feels awful and has no idea how to face Mistystar. She is the embodiment to all of his past mistakes, how he supported and participated in so much bloodshed. How does he still have the support and trust of Skyclan after coming quite literally face to face with everything he has done. The guilt is palpable. On top of ruining everything in the forest and being exiled he has brought his new clan, weakened by constant travel, into a possible war? How many more are going to be injured on his behalf. I could see him just giving up and saying he'll leave on the promise that his clan stays reunited with the others. Skyclan stand in support of Blackstar though, "We followed you here and if you go we will follow, we've managed without the clans before but we aren't going without our leader."

This whole AU for me is all about how Blackstar doesn't really ever achieve forgiveness in a neat bow in the eyes of the other clans but gets a different support network. Everyone should have a shot at redemption but it doesn't mean you should get forgiveness from the people you hurt. Or grovel for it, instead just moving on and being better.

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 15 events

Nothing significant happened.

Fennelstar sat high and mighty on the top of the Rockledge of the Center Hollow, waiting for the first of the gathering patrols to arrive. It was almost time for them to get here, and Sandyscratch and Littlesnarl were in their places.

A throat cleared behind him, and he almost screamed, jumping up in place. He turned, seeing a cat behind him, with a patrol of very, very confused cats behind him. He paused, and then called to his friends. "Sandyscratch, Littlesnarl! Be ready."

"Who are you? What level of audacity makes you think you can trespass on our sacred meeting grounds?" The large, long-haired tom boomed his voice at him, and Fennelstar wanted to cower in fear. Instead, he lifted his head up, refusing to back down.

"I am Fennelstar, one of the last three members of Tornclan. We come in peace, we wish to rejoin you all at the gatherings."

Murmurs and objections burst from the cats below as the leader before him - Puffinstar of Lilacclan, he assumed - cocked his head in interest. He shot a glare down to his gathered clanmates, who all fell silent.

"Starclan had not informed us what happened to Thornclan, I assume Tornclan is what you three are calling your clan now?" He rumbled.

"Yes, sir. I only got my nine lives last moon, soon after the previous gathering. We figured it unsafe to come here and present ourselves as alive until one of us had their lives," He admitted, looking down.

The broad-muzzled tom before him dipped his head, and took his place next to him. "Lilacclan, go to your usual places. Lilyclan, Irisclan, Kinkclan, and Pounceclan will be here soon."

At the order of their leader, the Lilacclan patrol spread out, and relaxed a bit. The youngest warriors were already approaching Littlesnarl to make chit-chat with her, and Sandyscratch had started chatting with their healer, Jaymouse. He'd been meeting her and the other healers regularly for probably three moons now.

As the other clans and their leaders filtered in, Puffinstar made sure to inform them of the news if Fennelstar didn't speak quick enough for his liking, and thankfully no one seemed to object with the rather large leader on his side. Urchinstar of Kinkclan tried to start an argument with Fernstar of Lilyclan, but Yarrowstar of Pounceclan quickly ended that argument with a swift swipe at Urchinstar's ear. Eaglestar of Irisclan remained silent until it was her turn to announce anything, seeming to immediately take Puffinstar's side and words as the truth, thankfully. He knew from spying on prior gatherings that she was Puffinstar's yes-man, and they often bullied Fernstar together. He was just glad not to be in their line of fire, for now. He'd defend his neighbor if needed, though. They didn't need more stress than being next to Lilacclan already gave them and their clan.

It was Fennelstar who called for the silence of the cats situated below the Rockledge, and Fennelstar who went first, detailing every important event of their last year of life. By the end of his speech, everyone seemed conflicted, but in awe of their tenacity as a trio.

Puffinstar went next, and spoke of the good fortune in Lilacclan. Fernstar went after, with the encouragement of himself and Yarrowstar, talking about how their prior deputy - the one whom had been paralyzed by the quake - was doing well again, and how they had been blessed with a new litter of kits, one of whom was already showing interest in Patchflurry's studies. He noticed Sandyscratch flash a grin at Patchflurry, who smiled back. Proud of his childhood friend, he smiled, too, and let himself zone back in.

Yarrowstar had good news about the rogues, as always, Urchinstar was boasting his clans' amazing fishing skills, and Eaglestar finished them out with the announcement of three new warriors and one new apprentice. Eager to leave off on a good note, Fennelstar found himself speaking one last time:

"Let us all remember! Six petals of a flower, six clans of the territories! We will not let another clan fall, should we be able to help it, and neither should you!" His final words to the crowd at the end of the gathering rang loud and clear, and he noted that some cats seemed hesitant to agree.

TL;DR

Fennelstar and Sandyscratch are not getting along.

Littlesnarl wants to spend more time with Fennelstar!

Littlesnarl finds herself unable to feel confident in her legacy, and Sandyscratch's words are of no help.

Fennelstar chases off a rogue.

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