#warriors oc story

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

So Lucky (short story)

“Your nest–” Perchclaw was going to say the words carefully, but Redkit had already tensed up. 

“Sorry! I’m fixing it!” Instantly, she began pushing the moss inward to make it fluffier. 

Perchclaw’s heart weighed heavily at the sight. Redkit had been living with him and Vireosong as their daughter for a moon now, yet she had her moments of fear. Her trauma must have been truly bad, if the need to be perfect or frequent nightmares were any indication.

Too, Perchclaw saw his own fear reflected in his daughter’s eyes, so deeply rooted that he could practically follow the strings all the way down to her thumping heart. It brought him to a horrible place, the Shadowclan nursery, where his mother fed him just enough to keep him alive. He could never be good enough for her, how could he be good enough for a mother who wished him dead? She pushed him away so that he wasn’t even sure she had mourned when the snake had bitten him.

Redkit’s past was the opposite, she was never good enough and that meant extra, horrible attention. Perchclaw had grown apathetic until new, better parents took him in and taught him that who he was was good enough. Redkit thought that everything she did was wrong and could be scrutinized.

“Hey, hey,” Perchclaw began gently. He lowered himself to the ground, tucking his paws beneath him so that he looked as unthreatening as possible–and cringed that he had to make himself unthreatening to his own daughter. Angry, too, at her so-called mother. “Your nest is very pretty. I like the flowers you put in them.”

Redkit’s ears were flat. “You do?”

Perchclaw smiled. “I love how you decorated. Do you think you can find some flowers to put in my nest so we can match?” On the one side, he loved that Redkit felt comfortable to put the flowers in at all now. On the other, she shouldn’t worry that her father wouldn’t like it.

Redkit’s ears pricked. “I know where a bunch are!”

Perchclaw slowly stood, purring. He allowed Redkit to take the lead until they came across a field of differently shaped and coloured flowers. They were rather withered and dull, but to everything else in the Dark Forest, they might as well be as bright as the sun. 

One flower in particular caught Perchclaw’s eye. “Look at this, Red!” He went to pluck it. “See this?” He asked when she faced him. “It’s a white chrysanthemum. It represents truth. Do you know why?”

Redkit shook her head, eyes round.

Perchclaw spoke around the stem. “Because when adults hold this flower, they can only speak the truth.”

“That’s not true!” 

“Try it,” Perchclaw insisted. “Ask me anything.”

“Umm….did you really like my nest?” Redkit’s voice fell shy.

“I loved it,” Perchclaw answered honestly. 

Redkit’s grin, ear-to-ear, was enough to warm his heart so that he wouldn’t be surprised if it burst into flames and turned his ribs to ash. “Was it….was it perfect?”

Perchclaw’s eyes narrowed lovingly. “Dear one, everything you do is perfect. I love you, so I love everything you do.”

Redkit stepped closer, smile happy but eyes slightly frightened, like she was expecting this to be a trick. “Why?”

Perchclaw began to think how to word it right, then decided that thinking would make things too complicated and it was best to just talk and improvise. It would be easy, what he would say was the truth. “Because I had a mom before grandmommy, who was bad and made me feel bad. She made me think that I was bad. I thought that I was bad for a really long time.” The recognition in Redkit’s gaze pained him. “But I wasn’t. I was good, I just had a bad mom. My new parents–your grandpas and grandmommy–taught me that I deserved love anyway, and they loved me. They loved me so much that I began to love myself. Their love was unconditional. That means they love me no matter what,” he added with emphasis. “I am so lucky to have them raise me, I’m so lucky to have brothers and sisters who love me, and I’m so lucky that your dad loves me, and I’m so, so lucky to be able to raise you. I never thought I would have a kit. I thought I wasn’t good enough to take care of anyone. But I am, and I love you so much. Every day I wake up and see you, every single thing you do is a miracle to me because there was once a time that I thought I wouldn’t be good enough for you. I love you so much already, and I hope that I will be a good dad to you, because that is what you deserve.” It was a long, simplified version of things. Still the truth. Perchclaw had to take a breath.

Redkit took several long heartbeats to respond, standing and staring. Perchclaw began to wonder if she was too young to understand when she rushed forward, headbutting him roughly in the chest, and exploded into purr after purr, rubbing her head and chin all along his fur.

When they returned to the den, Vireosong, who had been visiting his sister, watched curiously as his mate and daughter slipped through the log entrance, jaws filled with white flowers.

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@ambitiousauthor

--Fun fact! Red chrysanthemum is what Myrtle gave Alder, meaning love. Family thing I guess?

--Just to be clear, this is just a tiny fib! The white flowers are regular flowers.

[dishwasherh]

First panel of my webcomic!

Ill update this maybe probably hopefully

Bubbles heart will be the tag for this!

[burnthestars-wcs]

Hello folks!

My name is Ash(you may know me from my personal blog your-internet-parental-unit ) and this is the blog for "Burn The Stars", my personal Warrior Cats OC story.

"Burn The Stars" follows 5 clans as they grapple with hostility coming from StarClan. From beyond the stars, gifts are sent to 5 cats and an ability taken from 1 in hopes that the clans can be saved from StarClans wrath.

On StarClans side, fear of the clans breaking away is rampent. Determined to stay in control, they set their sights on one cat, hoping that they could be molded into the perfect vessel for their mission.

[phoenix-clan]

6

During the night, as Smallpaw heals from his injuries, Slightstar makes small talk about Blazepaw.

Smallpaw can't hide his infatuation with Blazepaw, and quickly becomes embarrassed. Slight comforts him, assuring him that his feelings aren't bad; she asks him what it is about Blazepaw that catches his eye.

Smallpaw explains that, as an outsider to the clans, he was always outcast from the clan save for the few cats that survived the flames.

Blazepaw bravely led the HawkClan survivors out of the flames, leaving Smallpaw in awe over his courage.

Slight encourages Smallpaw to tell Blazepaw how he feels, and he considers it before sleeping for the night.

Hours later, Blazepaw wakes Smallpaw up to change his bandaging. Feeling a new sense of courage, Smallpaw begins to tell Blazepaw how he feels.

Blazepaw informs Smallpaw that he always knew, and admits he shares his feelings. The two share in a moment of joy as they agree to become mates.

Slight, seeing Blazepaw leaving the medicine den, asks him how Smallpaw is. Blazepaw admits that the both of them are doing wonderfully. Slight congratulates them.

happy pride! i didn't plan the timing out but it worked out lol sorry this one took so long to come out! i was burnt out a bit. i'm feeling a new kick of artistic inspiration though, so i went for it :) it might just be a regular thing that the art style changes xD

[cricketclangen]

Moon 13 Part 3

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[pigeonleap]

spent hours doing genetics work and trying to draw this freak's family to get their designs all right and i COULD NOT remember how to draw cats!!! finally decided to just draw the Thing herself to get a reference and of course it took 30 seconds.........

[lotusclans-luck]

LotusClan's Luck —

With their camp swept clean by a mudslide, the meek remains of LotusClan flee from their ravaged home in a panic. Disheveled and stranded, two young cats venture out past their territory to reclaim their Clan's name; but what familiar faces have they left behind?

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hi! you can call me darwin (ze/zir, they/them) my main is @cheryxshugx and this is a blog revolving around a fanmade clan in clangen! i was inspired by @/fog-and-the-frost & @/dawn-clan to start with only a few cats and build up a clan from there! moonly updates + lore/info will be drawn in a comic-esque style and posted here.

CW: this story will contain imagery like animal death and gore

SPOILERS AHEAD — a link to the moon updates spreadsheet

asks sent in for characters will be tagged as #lclasks. out-of-context asks will be tagged as #lclooc. lore/info comic strips (stuff outside moon updates that i develop) will be tagged as #lcllore. designs/story art tagged as #lclart. and moon updates of course will be tagged #lclmoon

*any fanart can be tagged #lclfanart !

with all that out of the way, here are the main characters to start!

[harriertail]

i met the money monkey man, he told me what he'd say he said he'd take on all my sin and walk it all away

[outsockk]

a couple of oc headshots!!! in order: leaf that floats on pond, their partner, morningnose, and her kits, falconbelly and plumekit

[lunathemoon1020383]

CH 0 - Introduction [page 4]

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Her Eyes (Short Story)

Miscarriage TW! -Umbranoxs

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Rain crashed against the roof of the medicine den, Swirltail laying on a moss nest covered in rips that she had caused from her anxiety. She came into the den a couple hours ago, not feeling well, and next thing she knew? Kits. Cottoncatcher told her she needed to stay there for the night. She kneaded her claws into the moss again, listening to the roar of distant thunder as she faded in and out of being awake, struggling to really pay attention to anything around her. Was it supposed to be like this?

Next thing she knew, she awoke to mewling and Cottoncatcher, who’s expression made her heart drop. He glanced downwards, and exhaled softly; Speaking the words she prayed she never had to hear.“I’m sorry.. I tried all I could, but.. Only one made it.”

She glanced down, feeling her throat tighten and her body tremor with tears that struggled to fall. Two bodies were still, one squirming and mewling as they snuggled next to her- Their pelt as dark as the stormy sky above. “..May I.. At least name them before they’re buried?” She meowed weakly, voice trembling as she struggled not to sob. “Of course.” Cottoncatcher’s smooth, silver pelt blocked out the light, shadowing over her kits- She gently moved the two stillborns into the sunlight, whispering name ideas softly- Occasionally she’d see Cottoncatcher nod in approval of a name, his bronze eyes littered with mixed emotions; Sympathy, pity? She couldn’t tell nor could she care.

Eventually, the two kits- she settled on the names Dustkit and Joykit for them, -were taken out of the den for burial, and finally she felt herself break. Quiet yet echoing around the den, her sobs filled her ears as she cradled her little survivor in her paws. She forced a small smile at the similarities between them and her friends and family, debating names. So many ideas swirled in her mind- She considered Coalkit after one of her lost friends, but shook her head as she remembered how foolish they all were as apprentices- And his mother was still alive in the elder’s den, it’d be cruel to her to name a kit that looked like him with such a name. Perhaps Nightkit? Was that too basic?

She debated between names for the rest of the day, and through the night. Nobody ever told her naming a single kit would be this tough!Despite this she sighed contently, looking back at her little kit. They were peacefully sleeping next to her, and she finally decided on a name for them; She’d likely discuss it with her clanmates later, to get their opinion. Even if their father couldn’t help her decide, it takes a clan to raise a kit- At least, that’s what she learnt. As she closed her eyes to rest, something in her head prompted her to look at her kit.

And as she turned, her heart dropped again and she froze as a sudden shock hit her, desperately avoiding the instinct to yelp in fear. Their eyes were open, full of curiosity- At least, as open as they could make them, and they were a bright yellow that gleamed in the darkness of the nursery.

The kit had Lunarpaw’s eyes.

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This wasn’t that fun for me to write but here, Swirltail being tormented by the horrors! (I haven’t decided a name for the kit lol)

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--CLIFFHANGER CLIFFHANGER CLIFFHANGER CLIFFHANGER

--OHMYGODWHATISSHEGONNANAMEHER 

Something bad? Something good, hoping it will ward off ‘evil?’

What if she gave the kit a normal name around others but bad names when they’re alone?

[rendside]

your art is beautiful im rly curious about your wc ocs as well!!! what happened to harpy?

Harpy’s injury was by an attempt to drown him on the day where he was supposed to become the leader, by the previous leader. (Leaders in greater way are known as crown holders.)

[thunderc1an]

Owlpaw’s Diary.

Today’s warriors trope: forbidden romances 

[phoenix-clan]

5

During a quiet, snowy night, Daisykit sits outside all alone, gazing at the night sky.

Dazzlepaw joins Daisykit, eager to talk of Daisykit's upcoming apprentice ceremony.

To Dazzlepaw's utter shock, Daisykit speaks!

Daisykit tells Dazzlepaw that they do not wish to be seen as a tom anymore.

Dazzlepaw, ever the compassionate molly, completely understands, and helps Daisykit run through their thoughts.

Eventually, Daisykit comes to the conclusion that she would like to try out being referred to with "she" pronouns, though she still considers herself something other than a molly.

Dazzlepaw eagerly welcomes Daisykit as herself, and reassures her that the clan loves her unconditionally, regardless of what she identifies as.

woo this one took a bit! trying to draw a comic while moving is difficult 😅 luckily i'm all settled for now and can get back to working on new pages!

the next part will also be a nice, calm character interaction one similar to this one!

[cricketclangen]

Moon 13 Part 2

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[broken-codes]

Miscellaneous art

Wanted to take a brief break from asks and comic pages to draw WillowPaw and RingedPelt inspired by @circus-clangen !

[ Drawn 19 - MAR - 2024 ]

My initial idea was the happy and sad theatre masks (🎭), then half way through they turned into clown masks, also their size isn’t accurate, I just wanted it to be symmetrical lol