#wc oc lore

[melponko]

SHADEDPAW REF

hi again shadedpaw :333

this took a while to finish ONLY BECAUSE i made meadowantler's design on the spot and spent like a hour on him trying to get the markings + color right... THEN I HAD TO USE A GRADIENT MAP TO FIX THE COLORS ANYWAY!!! AFTER I ALREADY COMBINED ALL OF THE LAYYERRRS!!! but whatever... its done now...

LORE/EXPLANATION BELOW!

warning: yapping. a whole lot.

i found out about this feature yesterday and im SORRY to everyone who was subjected to my walls of yap ;____: but also i dont care but i also do care... ive already edited past post to fix this so we good

warning: more yapping... the most yapping i've ever done

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"Originally found in Shardclan's territory by Willowmoth during her Assessment, Shadedkit was brought back to Tuskclan and was adopted by the medicine cat and his mate."

Before I explain anything in this text, I'll share some important information to keep in mind;

These clans aren't "Dawn of the Clans" new but they aren't as refined as the ones in the current day books either. The story of the original founding of these clans is still being told to young kits with a good amount of accuracy!

The Warrior Code (also may be referred as "the code of the stars") is still very much a thing here but with a handful of changes... notably

Medicine cats ARE allowed to have mates and kits.

Cats are not restricted to one clan.

A cat can move into a different clan, explore another clan's territory, visit another clan's camp, be mates with a cat from some other clan...

BUT! a cat still cannot hunt in another clan's territory and they cannot leave their own clan's territory at night (more-so for safety reasons than anything else... not a strict clan code rule!)

"Why was Willowmoth in Shardclan doing her assessment if she's from Tuskclan? Is that normal here??" NO!!!!!!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥

The clans can have their own specific customs as along as they don't break the Warrior Code!

One of Tuskclan's customs is that the *deputy* needs to complete an assessment before actually getting their role. In that assessment, they need to go to the Moontree and come back in a few days time.

The Moontree is located in Shardclan's territory!

Shadedpaw specifically... since this is his ref and all...

I don't wanna say TOO much cause he is a important character to the plot/story... so here's some general statements!

Shadedpaw is conceited but also airheaded, preferring to go about things as they come to him rather than prepare and stress. His pride comes entirely from being a medicine cat and his ability to speak directly with his ancestors... but... Starclan doesn't come to his dreams. Even when he visits the Moontree.

He only meets silence.

Any cat can learn how to find and utilize herbs... Just as any cat can learn how to fight and hunt. That connection with Starclan made medicine cats important!

Why was he the outlier?

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thxxx for reading! here's a bonus art:

hiii dappledpawwww... awww look at herrrrr.... she's making theories about starclaaannn..... awwww.... lil dappledpaaww... i hope there is no horrors related to the clans overall leniency towards conflict within their control behind that door <3333

[juniper-clan]

Moon 14: Birth of Venus

(AKA the twins!)

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[mourningsbane]

oh, god. did tanglefern try to do a sort of c-section on honeyspring when things went south? that slit on their belly looks a lot like a classical incision to me, and tanglefern's greatest mistake...this might be completely wrong so feel free to disregard!! obsessed with this blog right now, honeyspring what happened to you....

She was just so sick, and it was all so sudden. What else was there to be done? Nobody knows what struck Honeyspring ill so swiftly or with such brutal lethality, not even Tanglefern (but he is also a liar).

Desecration;

He wedged the cutter just under the skin, and pried the walls of her womb apart, glistening with watery wetness and slick with blood. Fluids sunk into the dirt flooring of the medicine den, reeking of disease, but Tanglefern pushed forward. He was not gentle, but he did not have to be. They knew that when she took that last heaving breath not even an hour ago, she was gone.

There was no patient to be gentle for, just a cooling corpse.

And so he ripped and tore until he could wrap his mouth around each little neck, a total of three. When he felt no more of the doomed litter, he stopped and took the time to finally glance at the little bodies sitting at his paws, sticky like honey.

He looked, and saw with rising despair, that they didn't look like kits at all. He could hear the rain pounding outside through the ringing in his ears, a thundering roar.

As he stared at those things that were not quite kits, those vague lumps of wet fur and teeth, Flaildrizzle wailed. Distantly, some raw part of him, carved open like the body before him, realizes it was all for nothing.

[darkforestpetalkit]

Welcome! I'm Ming working on a Petalkit AU titled StarClan's Fallen!

What is StarClan's Fallen?

StarClan’s Fallen is a Warriors AU where Petalkit survives and vows revenge against the Clans. It takes place in both Mapleshade’s Vengeance and The Prophecies Begin. Petalkit is trained and raised in the Dark Forest by Thistleclaw, who corrupts and manipulates her into becoming a bloodthirsty beast. Under his influence, she becomes his prized performer, a killer, and grows into a complete monster, renamed Bloodpetal

All behind Mapleshade’s back.

Thistleclaw, however, doesn’t realize he won’t be able to control her for long. He also fails to consider that Petalkit—now fully grown as Bloodpetal—will assert her own agency and pursue her own ambitions. Ambitions that just so happen to perfectly align with one cat in particular. 

Tigerstar.

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The Prologue

After the trauma of nearly drowning, Petalkit survives but is separated from the current that carried her brothers’ dead bodies. RiverClan and Mapleshade believe her to be dead along with them. Unaware of Mapleshade’s rampage, she searches desperately for her mother, determined to stay alive so they can reunite. When she does, Mapleshade is already dead. Devastated, she collapses beside her mother’s body, overwhelmed with grief, and spends the night sleeping against her.

Then, the dark thoughts begin.

In her dreams, Petalkit’s hatred manifests into violent thoughts, hurting those who hurt her but twice as hard. She remembers how Ravenwing and Frecklewish watched her drown. How she reached for them, so close to the edge of the riverbank, begging for help. How Ravenwing pulled his paw away and left while Frecklewish remained, just watching.

Her desire to make them suffer only grows as she attempts to bury her mother. But being a mere kit, she is limited, and frustrated at her inability to do it right. She blames everything on Oakstar, Ravenwing, Frecklewish, and the entire Clan for her pain and loss. And Appledusk, her so-called father who never came for her or her mother. Who left them to die. What’s worse is that she looks like him. She resents that.

Now she has faces to imagine tearing open and other, disturbingly explicit acts no kit should have. Consumed by hatred, her rage calls to the Dark Forest, back when it was ancient and more barren.

At the exact same time, Mapleshade, now a vengeful spirit, thinks of her kits. When Petalkit’s face appears in her mind, she unknowingly creates a connection between them through the Dark Forest. Without meaning to, she summons Petalkit into the Dark Forest, but on the farthest edge, completely opposite of where she is and separated by an expansive, dark lake. Completely oblivious of eachother.

Still filled with savage, merciless thoughts, Petalkit wanders around. She swears to herself that she will never feel fear again. She will become fear. That is what she wants to be when she grows up.

During her exploration, she accidentally falls into the Dark Lake. Terrified of almost drowning again, Petalkit desperately swims to the surface.

What she does not realize is that time moves slowly in the water. The reason cats who vanish into the lake are said to never be seen again, is not because they drown. It is because they emerge forward in time. When Petalkit surfaces, she is surprised to find herself no longer in the Dark Forest and that her claws have turned obsidian black, gleaming like polished stone.

At that moment, a ThunderClan patrol approaches. Petalkit hides as the warriors stumble upon Thistleclaw’s dead body. Among them is Tigerclaw, a newly made warrior, still young and stunned to find his mentor dead.Petalkit flees, slowly realizing something is wrong. When she discovers her mother’s body is no longer where she left it, and the entire landscape has changed, she panics and returns to the Dark Forest. There, she seeks refuge and claims a spot of her own, determined to stay far from Clan cats. However, she is discovered by Thistleclaw, now a new resident of the Dark Forest.

She immediately spits at him to get out of her territory, refusing to let another cat take anything from her. She boldly attacks, tiny jaws clamping down on his throat. Despite her little teeth having no effect on him, her intent is unquestionable. This catches Thistleclaw’s interest. Deeply amused, he watches the furious kit spewing death threats, hissing that when she is big and scary, she will kill him. She meant every word. She wants to know how to kill. 

Now free from the scrutiny of his living Clanmates, Thistleclaw sees an opportunity he cannot refuse. An apprentice he can train without restraint, exactly the way he wants. Taking her under his wing, he promises to shape her into what she claims she wants to be. 

The most terrifying cat the forest has ever seen.

It does not take long for Thistleclaw to piece together who Petalkit is, despite his initial misgivings. This only deepens his interest. He realizes he can mold Mapleshade’s daughter into his legacy and make her loyal to him. Driven by ambition, he keeps Petalkit hidden from Mapleshade and isolates her from any influence but his own. Petalkit will be his greatest creation, convinced he will rise above Mapleshade and turn her own daughter against her mother.

Guiding her to survive as a rogue on her own during her waking hours and forging her into a killer when she dreams, Thistleclaw fuels her hatred, indoctrinating her with his ideologies that the world is kill or be killed. To take what is hers. As Petalkit grows, her coat begins to darken. As if mirroring her utter rejection and disdain for her father, she sheds any resemblance to him, taking after Mapleshade instead. Sharing her mother’s vengeful and relentless nature, she excels in Thistleclaw’s training. So much so that as Petalpaw, Thistleclaw turns her into his personal, undefeated champion. She no longer just kills. She performs. She becomes Bloodpetal. Every cat is prey to her.

However, training her is not as easy as he imagined. Petalkit is far from an eager, obedient apprentice like Tigerpaw was. She is bold, defiant, sharp-tongued, fearless, and far too clever for her own good. He was not prepared for her abundance of sass.

This is going to be more challenging than he thought…

This is where our story truly begins.

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And there we have it! I will be sharing more about the story, plot and lore in future posts. For now, here is the basic summary and prologue's plot. Above is a song I imagine being the overall themesong.

My intent is to tell this story through multimedia. The primary, ambitious goal is to create a series of mainly PMVs, with some written scenes or lore accompanied with pictures or possibly comic pages. Currently I'm working on on my first PMV that will cover this prologue! The song to the PMV will be MONSTER by Chandler Leighton. Wish me luck! I never made a PMV before!

⛔️ Spottedleaf's Heart never happened. We don't talk about that trash in this AU house.

[tidalclan]

its tidal time baby!

decided to go back and freshen up some of the refs. really did not like larch's design ugh. coldpaw is gonna have to grow on me, she's got the bengal pelt and MAN that is not easy for me

larchmask and tidefur aren't the founders but i mean im not gonna leave em out. this is the clan at around moon 10, which is probably gonna be posted tomorrow

[exocynraku]

oc

[heavensgaze]

YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT

A GardenClan Story - This story is a supplemental but fully canon addition to the story of Our Garden Under Heaven. It takes place directly after the events of Moon 8, from the perspective of Darkest Night as she ponders her past and GardenClan's future.

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“Run.” Darkest Night lifted her paw from the younger cat’s chest, leaving behind the gash she’d gifted him. “And make sure you tell your friends I’ll be watching.” 

The little golden cat staggered to their paws, swaying slightly. She resisted the urge to lash out a massive paw one more time for emphasis. Her claws were capable of much worse damage than she’d dealt this time. Her victim should consider himself lucky–she needed to be sure that the defeated scrap before her made it back to their camp in one piece. 

The smaller cat began to scramble backward, desperate to put distance between them. Darkest Night closed the gap with one step, putting her muzzle close to their trembling snout. Their blue eyes were wide, so huge and clear that she could see her own face reflected within them. Her teeth gleamed in the brutal midday sun.

“I know what you are. Where you’re from. And until Heaven takes pity upon you and takes you back, I will never stop hunting you.”

With her voice echoing, carried across the desert by the wind, Darkest Night stood still and watched the white tail tip bob across the sand until it disappeared over the horizon. A deep sense of satisfaction swept over her. Assured that her warning would stick in the young cat's mind, she turned back the way she had come.

The sun had not yet set by the time she arrived back at her den. The massive cave in the stoney ravine had been her home for many seasons now. The surrounding cats knew to keep their distance. She was not a friendly cat. The sound of voices felt like the buzzing of mosquitoes in her ears. 

 She cleared the slope in one leap, massive paws landing without so much as a sound on the rocks. The surface was cool on her pads, but she did not bother to relish the comfort. Physical pleasures were short lived, a blink of an eye when compared to a lifetime of torture at the paws of indifference. A prison would still be a prison, even as the sun shined and flowers bloomed. There was nothing the earth could do to soothe her. 

 Instead she lumbered deeper into the cave until the darkness swallowed her completely. It was here, beneath the world, that she let her muscles relax. The Eyes of Heaven could not find her here. The glimmering stars could not sit coldly above, taunting her with their silence. 

Not so much as a shadow was able to be cast when she sat, lowering her frame down against the stone, and bringing her bloody forepaw to her lips to clean it. The iron tang sent memories flashing through her head so fast it made her feel almost dizzy. She closed her eyes, relishing the taste the same way one might savor the final scraps of a mouse. She was no stranger to the taste of blood, but the little cat tasted so much of him it threatened to turn her stomach nauseous. The memories danced in her gut, churning her insides until they were so deeply unsettled she could stave off her nostalgia no longer. 

Her fur had been kit-soft once, and her paws hadn't felt so heavy. She'd played in the sand and the water and the leaves and the snow. He'd been beside her through all of it. Together they'd discovered the sound of birdsong, the taste of prey, and the way the stars seemed to watch over them like a thousand tiny eyes when the darkness came. They'd lived among cats, as cats were made to do.

But we were not cats.

The thought made her stomach settle, replacing the unsteady churning with a frozen lake of resentment. She opened her eyes. Her claws had left deep scars beneath her on the cave ground. Darkest Night sneered, showing her teeth to the blackness surrounding her. It was childish to dwell on what she had once been. But her divinity had been stolen from her. She had every right to her bitterness. 

It was all she had left.

With a dismissive flick of her ears, she continued grooming until she could no longer taste the young cat's blood. When she was satisfied her paws had been washed clean of her deed, Darkest Night got to her paws with a luxurious stretch. Her muscles rippled beneath her pelt, strong but still sore from her walk. She snorted–Thousands of moons and this is how I age, eh? 

It was her constant trekking back and forth from the Eden Tree that had left her body aching. She’d only come to observe, to see the changes to their camp and routine now that they’d added to their ranks. If she’d seen the round tortie, she might have even risked asking who he was. That one was more reasonable. He already feared her, and had answered her readily when she had questioned him upon their first meeting. If she had met them out on the sands and grassy plains, Darkest Night was sure they'd have told her about the fat tom with the strange eyes. The yellow one had crossed her path first this time. She was always in the lead when they walked together, tail held high with the arrogance and ignorance of her youth. Somewhere beneath her hatred of the bright little cat, she felt a twinge of pity. 

Foolish kits, doomed to be the playthings of Heaven.

Just like me, she thought, gritting her teeth. 

She wondered if she might have spoken to her first, before drawing blood. No. He wore his stubbornness like a halo around him, all the while trembling like a leaf in the breeze. That one would be mule-headed until the day he died.

Just like him. 

Scaring her had been a fine alternative. Pain was an efficient teacher. There would be other opportunities to speak to the little one, and their new prophet as well. It was important that the two stars were introduced to the reality of the world they’d been sent to. There were no soft paws waiting for them here. 

Darkest Night ran her long claws across the stone wall of the cave, stretching once more to rid herself of the creaking in her bones. Then she shook her pelt and laid down, not bothering herself with a meal. The ache of hunger had not troubled her for many seasons. It would not kill her to wait another night. It would not kill her to wait forever. That was always the problem. 

Her green eyes closed, and she rested her chin against her paws to rest. 

“Nightpaw, get up!” 

She was roused by a tug on her ear, and the feeling of a body on top of her. Nightpaw? There was only one who had ever known her by that name. Tiny paws pummeled her mountainous shoulders before her attacker slid off of her. He hopped away the moment she stood, wisely out of reach of her claws.

The little golden tomcat ducked a half hearted swipe from her paw, and pranced around her in a circle. 

“What do you want?” She spat. She sat down, but kept her claws unsheathed. “And why have you chosen to appear like this?” She peeled her lips back into a toothy sneer. “The soft kit fur of youth doesn't quite suit you anymore, Dawn. Not as you exist to me.”

He stopped prancing, coming to stand in front of her. “Is this better?” 

Before she could blink, he'd aged. He was smaller than she was, but with a nobility to everything from the way he held his head to the arch in his spine that made him feel as large as a lion. Golden eyes stared directly into her, burning with the intensity of the sun, and the massive mane of fur around his neck hung like a cloak of brilliant snow before turning blood red across his throat. A few tiny splatters of blood struck the cave floor, echoing around the two of them. 

This was how she remembered him. Radiant and bleeding. 

“Still doesn't explain why I've dreamed you up,” she growled. “I thought my reward for extinguishing you was getting to live free of your preaching, and yet here you are. Alive and…” She glanced at the wound on his throat. “Not well, I suppose.” 

“You cannot kill your memories, Night.” 

“I remember you more broken than this in your final moments.” Heat rushed through her pelt and she leaned towards him, giving him a full view of her fangs. “Torn to shreds and begging.” 

“That’s not my problem.” His deep voice was casual, almost breezy. A grin spread across his features. “Like we've said, I'm your dream, Night.”

She spit in frustration, wishing she hadn't remembered his stubbornness quite so clearly. He raised one white paw, licking it before drawing it over his ear. 

“The Eden Tree blooms once more,” He mused. “It ought to bear fruit any day now.”

She didn't respond. How dare he treat this as nothing more than catching up between friends? After all he had done to her, after all that had been done to both of them! The sick, nostalgic feeling returned to her stomach.

“You must care. You tracked that young cat for ages just to startle him. Why didn't you just tell him what you know?”

“Would it have done any good?” She growled. “She's like you. Too bright to see the shadows she casts.” 

“And the other? Is she like you?” His eyes narrowed with accusation, two shining suns seeing through her and making her pelt burn.

“Reasonable, you mean?” She couldn't hold back her frustration. “Of course, you'd watch them suffer for thousands of moons at the whims of Heaven before you'd step in. They'd be better off joining you. It'd spare them the trouble!” 

He blinked slowly, his grin fading into a look of concern. “So you intend to snuff them out? Is that still the only mercy you know?” 

“It's the only mercy Heaven allows us.” She flashed back. Her body blazed from the pads of her paws to the tip of her tail. She flashed out a paw, making sure this time to not miss. 

 It caught him on the side of his face, and her claws tore through his cheek easily. The blow was followed by an explosion of blood, splattering across her eyes and muzzle while he staggered backwards several pawsteps, reeling. 

“Do you feel better?” He asked, glaring at her. Rage boiled in her belly. He had no right to look so betrayed. The blood from his cheek ran down his face and neck, joining the wound on his throat like two rivers converging into the ever-growing sea of red at his feet.

“Yes.” She spat back.

“Those paws built a clan once,” he said mournfully. “Was Heaven's sin against you really worth all of this?”

Her claws reached deep into the earth, and she allowed herself the memory. Back when the two of them snuggled together beneath the Eden tree, his head on her not-yet muscular shoulder while she nuzzled into the growing tufts of his mane. They'd played together then, tumbling over one another as their laughter and squeals rang out over the pool before the wind carried their joy across the dunes and into the desert. Their little slice of paradise, under the sun and stars, that would soon fill with the bodies of other cats. If she tried she could remember their smells, even their faces. For some, she could even recall their names. They'd been her friends, her companions, her family, and she and Dawn had brought them all together, just as Heaven had ordained them to.

For what? She'd asked the same question then, over and over again. Each prophet had given her a different answer, and not one had satisfied her. And, always at her side, Dawn would nod wisely in agreement, his confidence in their mission unshakable. She was the weaker of the two. She always had been. But here she stood now, in front of the spectre of the cat she'd loved as a brother, a friend, and more–for better or worse, only one of them was alive.

“Dawn.” She growled, rising to her paws. She loomed over him, swallowing him in her shadow. “You don't know half of what was done to me. I've spent a thousand moons in this wasteland. We watched generations of cats together, guided them in the name of that heartless spirit. Where are they now, Dawn? Your beloved prophets are nothing but food for the worms and maggots. They live below the earth, just as I do, but only they know any peace. It's the only real gift Heaven has ever given them, and you and I were granted no such pity! May you never know the abyss this existence has brought me. You died a martyr, Brightest Dawn. We are not all so lucky.” 

By the time she finished her tirade, she was snarling through her teeth. Her breath was hot, and bubbles of saliva formed at her gums. He stared up at her blankly. She stared back, waiting for some indicator of fear to cloud his features, even though she knew it would never come. In all of their time together, she could remember no time he trembled. 

Stubborn fool.

“I will not be tormented by my better half.” She spat. The heat in her body was cooling, freezing to jagged ice.

“Night,” his voice was low and hoarse. Perhaps the wound in his throat would finally shut him up. He continued on, and she forced her frustration down, lest she whirl on him once more to deliver another blow that would ultimately mean nothing. “You are angry because you know I'm right. Those two are not a threat to you. You could be their ally, if you wanted. You’ve stood in their pawsteps–you could help them. Your core cannot be so frozen that you do not see that.”

 “Damn you, Brightest Dawn, and damn the eyes who sent us to this cursed world together. I will never work in the service of Heaven again.”

“Darkest Night–”

“No!” The cave shook with her screech. Her fur bristled wildly as more spit flew from her jaws. “You will speak no more!” 

She jerked away from him before he could say more, and turned. With her back to him, facing the darkness of the cave, she forced her madness down. “Leave me, Dawn. I will not dream of you again.”

Darkest Night did not look over her shoulder to see his face. There was only so long she could wallow in their failure. Whatever she had become, she was no longer a star. She and Dawn had each burned out in their own way too long ago for it to matter. If she looked at him again, she knew she’d succumb to her madness and fury, and attack him, only to find no satisfaction in fighting her memory and to wake up on the cave floor, alone again.

She’d killed him once. There was nothing to be gained in reliving it.

She was not Heaven. She had no need to endlessly repeat the same cycle, to watch the same story play out over and over again. 

Fine, she thought. Send your stars. Send the whole damn sky if you must. The image of the two of them, each terrified beneath her paws, brought a great comfort as she stalked deeper into the blackness of the cave, leaving her memory behind. She would find a way to ruin them.

Tomorrow when she awoke, she would go back to the SmokeClan camp. Evening Fire had been eager to listen to her knowledge of their territory the first time they’d met. The smoky black tom was perhaps the stupidest cat she’d ever met. His greed and pride were as valuable a weapon as his claws, and as great a weakness as his soft underbelly. He’d wanted their land of plenty to himself the moment she brought it up, and the dribbling sycophants he surrounded himself with would only stoke the flames of his hunger. There was a chance that cats’ own nature would do the job for her, and she could destroy the new Clan without having to lift so much as a single claw. 

Then again, if she did need to bloody her own paws, she would. The two stars and their new prophet had plenty of weaknesses. The yellow one’s stubbornness, the tortie’s fear, and the black and white tom’s own doubts–for he surely must have some–could all be turned against them. A growl rumbled in her throat. She would not let them succeed. 

If she could not have her revenge on Heaven itself, this would have to do. How lucky for her then, that she had plenty of time.

END.

[nimbusclan]

Pt. 1 of @ranchclan's ask!

It's been a while since we've seen these kitties. Those who have been keeping up with the comic may recognize them 👀

[echoes-in-echoclan]

I LOVE KESTRELSTAR CARING ABOUT PEOPLE RAAHHH

Quillpaw belongs to @blazingmicah-wc

Moon 0 

Moon 44.2 - Moon 44.4

[lagomorphpaw]

ohhh yeah divided skies rp. freaky whitegirl and trailer park grandma

bonus viper under the cut

[jinxerbiscuit]

I NOT EVEN DONE WITH IT AND I ALREADY WANT TO GIVE UP ON IT ALREADY💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💥💥💥

What are the odds this will prob get to 10 notes chat🤔🤔🤔

Back in my days-

Edited:

I have finish it so I will just send a link to it for y'all to see the finished drawing of it

Link

[mourningsbane]

I couldn’t find any info on mourningsbane (is it a plant you created for the story?) buutttt I do know that lilies are poisonous to cats, which is just casually growing in the healer’s den… hmmm suspicious. As for why Tanglefern would (theoretically) do this? I have no clue! Bearface and Honeyspring were friends, but that’s about as much as I know! Maybe his biggest mistake was killing Honeyspring too early

Having a blast reading this and throughly enjoying the art with it, I can’t wait to see where this goes!!

Mourningsbane (and its partner, Clottingroot, was created for the story! Mourningsbane itself, though resembling lilies, is not a true lily. It's actually in the Veratrum genus and contains veratridine and 2-Deoxyjervine.

Clottingroot is a flowering plant that heavily mimics Mourningsbane to deter predation. It's called Clottingroot by the clans because its roots are gathered, crushed, and rubbed into moss to encourage blood clotting.

It's an easy mistake to make, isn't it?

[darkforestpetalkit]

As an adult, Petalpaw, now Bloodpetal, is fully transformed and following her mother's pawsteps. Rejecting the softness she once embodied as Petalkit, she has cast aside 'petal,' a name that no longer defines her. After being forged through blood and violence, Thistleclaw has renamed her Bloodpetal

She plans to eradicate ThunderClan, devastate the Clans, destroy the warrior code, and ruin StarClan itself (once she figures out how). She wants to personally tear down Oakstar and her treacherous father, Appledusk, from StarClan.

Will she be any better than Mapleshade?

No.

She's much, much worse.

Bloodpetal has become cruel and sadistic. While still feral, wild, and chaotic in combat, she's now more surgical in her savagery than when she was an apprentice. She toys with her victims, breaking them both physically and psychologically, taking delight in the terror in their eyes before going in for the kill. Pain only fuels her and riles her up even more, gets her excited and becomes more aggressive.

At first, Thistleclaw was thrilled that his champion and intended legacy was so feared and brutal. That with every kill she made, he marked it on a stone slab with pride. But even he has started to become wary, as he never accounted for Bloodpetal enforcing her own agency. Because once she does? He can't stop her. Not without risking his life.

Now, both mother and daughter are a threat to him, and he must keep them apart at all costs.

So when Bloodpetal is finally done being his performer and leaves him, and the Dark Forest, there is some relief. He no longer has to actively hide Bloodpetal's identity… for now.

[realmrooikat]

who up piling their lukey warrior cat style (ft. @terezicaptor 's rascal :3)

[godshollowshell]

Introducing the three Clans and their leaders;

BarachoisClan, led by Chancellor Olivesong. Innovative & Resourceful. Their territory resides in the heart of a collection of coastal lagoons. Their Clan flora is the fern, after their founder, Fernstar, representing magic, fascination, confidence, & art.

BeckClan, led by General Cypressmarch. Unflinching & Audacious. Their territory resides within a network of woods & rocky outcrops, ripe with streams & waterfalls. Their Clan flora is holly, after their founder Hollystar, representing protection, vitality, & tenacity.

BightClan, led by Sovereign Tansystar. Traditional & Elegant. Their territory resides within the slopes that lead to a cliff that overhangs the crashing sea below. Their Clan flora is the orchid, after their founder, Orchidstar, representing faith, grace, & purity.

[fightincatsart]

Friendship alone can save our clan

by Moon (me) and @elf-hollow

Twilightkit was born in Thunderclan not long after Daystar became leader, she followed her older brother Shiningpaw everywhere as soon as she could walk.

When she became an apprentice, she had Daystar herself as her mentor. On her first outing, she wandered away from the patrol and found Spikekit, alone by the Thunderclan border.

She became an apprentice at the same time as Pinkpaw. Though Pinkpaw was a medicine cat apprentice, they became close friends.

Not long after she earned her warrior name of Twilightsparkle, Spikepaw was assigned to her as an apprentice 

When it seemed like everything was going well for her, her older brother Shiningheart left Thunderclan to be with Gentlestar in Skyclan

A few moons later, the fragile peace between Thunderclan and Shadowclan is broken