#wc: 5

[plover-jay]

mothpool to feed the soul

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 026/???

real fur coat [thtz cruel]

[juniper-clan]

Moon 23: Lots of troubles to share!

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[runeclangen]

Moon 1-1

[Flintpaw says something vulnerable to Foalkit]

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One day I will draw Flintpaw happy again,, or at least not actively Going Through It.

Figuring out page layout/comic style and trying to find my footing (or,,, paw-ing?) with the aesthetic, so it'll probably change around a bit over the course of the next few pages! But I'm having fun with it so no one can stop me!

Flintpaw - 8 moons Foalkit - 2 moons

[exocynraku]

anyone else think about this like .Often

[nimbusclan]

Moon 5 Part 3

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“The nose knows,” Moonstar boasts loftily as she follows the scent of bird over the crest of a cliff and into a nest large enough to easily fit her and her brother, who climbs up beside her a moment later.

“Ha! As if we couldn’t see this massive nest from halfway across the mountain before we even got up here,” Fogfreckle snorts, his eyes going wide as they land on the two cream colored eggs nestled together in the middle of the messy bundle of twigs and feathers. Light glints off of their speckled shells, gleaming in the Greenleaf sun. “Whoa, they’re huge! And look - one for each of us!”

“All thanks to my incomparable scenting skills,” Moonstar insists, muzzle curling up into a playfully smug expression that she knows will get under Fogfreckle’s pelt.

“Sure,” He grins back, expression going just as playful. There’s a teasing shine in his eyes. “Incomparably foxdu–”

Moonstar inhales loudly through her nose to press her point, inadvertently drawing a bit of loose, fluffy down towards her that sticks to her wet nose. Her eyes cross as she attempts to look down at it, rearing back a little in surprise. The down feather is tipped gold and sticks fast, following her as she pulls back.

Fogfreckle laughs, nearly falling backwards out of the nest. “You’ve got a little something,” he snickers, “to the left–”

A sharp, stuttered cry from above slices across the cliffside, silencing Fogfreckle mid sentence. The sound lances through Moonstar, freezing her heart.

Ears pinned back in terror, Moonstar flattens herself against the floor of the giant nest, squinting past the glare of the sun to see an eagle diving towards them. Moonstar spares a half-second glance at the eggs that were going to be her and Fogfreckle’s breakfast and thinks, briefly, mousedung. This must be a mother in fierce protection of her babies. Her feathers shine burning gold in the sunlight. 

They should have just rolled the eggs out of the nest and left - they shouldn’t have been joking around like this; like kits. She’s the leader, for StarClan’s sake - she should know better. She should have done better.

The width of the massive bird blots out the sun; a giant, winged shadow that dwarfs the two cats. Moonstar is frozen in fear, her mind all at once racing and yet painfully blank. She doesn’t know what to do, there’s too many things to do, too many plans of action, and she can’t make herself move to act on any of them. Fogfreckle is stiff against her side.

As the eagle dives closer, she can see the slanted amber of its furious eyes. Quite suddenly, as Moonstar is bracing for impact, the eagle takes a bank left, predatory gaze shifting to her brother, extends its talons, and descends upon him in a frenzy of flapping feathers and unholy screeching.

Fear and rage at last boiling over inside of her, Moonstar’s muscles unfreeze and allow her to launch into action, screeching at the bird and slashing at it in an attempt to shoo it away from Fogfreckle. Blood thunders in her ears, the cacophony of Fogfreckle’s hissing shrieks and the bird’s cries sharp against her eardrums. She can't tell if her blows are even landing, or if Fogfreckle is holding his own. The giant bird's wings are everywhere, battering against her face and throwing up loose feathers and down from the nest that cloud the air.

Fogfreckle yowls as the bird sinks sharp claws into his back, and lifts his writhing, twisting body into the sky with powerful strokes of her wings. Moonstar jumps after the bird, horrified, screaming for her brother, but her outstretched claws don’t reach. She lands in the nest, hard, twigs snapping under her weight, and watches in open mouthed horror as the bird lifts her brother higher in the sky.

He twists in her grasp, a furious scream ripping from his throat, and slashes his claws along her belly. The eagle shrieks in pain and releases Fogfreckle, who falls, and falls, and falls.

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[brackenfur]

when the used bookstore only has the new warrior cats covers

[marblerose-rue]

figpaw and scallopstar

(figpaw/star is owned by @nothin-purrsonal and scallopstar is mine!)

[ashpaw-is-alone]

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[shine-clan]

Moon 5

Dreampaw has been apprenticed!

Surprising Vixenwander, his new mentor, the first thing that Dreampaw does after the ceremony is gather moss, simply to make sure everyone has fresh bedding.

Vixenwander's bruises have healed!

[welcometololaland]

aka. the 1,2,3,4,5 game (idk??) i hate numbers.

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you like; if not on ao3, can be on tumblr or ffnet)

thanks for tagging me @cha-melodius @freneticfloetry and (i think) @rmd-writes although unclear if tag askdjh

Most hits: (big surprise here 💀) Speak for Yourself (RWRB)

Second most kudos: The Ring-In (911 Lone Star) (ALTHOUGH Fifty First Dates is like...so close i'm shaking)

Third most comments: Love Game (911 Lone Star) 💜

Fourth most bookmarks: Cursed is a State of Mind (RWRB) (why anyone would want to bookmark a fic with those CURSED coffee choices idk - its a stain on my reputation)

Fifth highest wordcount: Never Too Late (911 Lone Star)

Lowest wordcount: Contaminated (RWRB) (which will never be beaten because it's actually not possible for me to write less than 1,500 words anymore)

open tag and tagging @goodways @reyesstrand @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @emsprovisions @alrightbuckaroo @never-blooms @porcelainmortal @everlastingday @carlossreaders @lightningboltreader @decafdino @henrygrass @futures-tense @bonheur-cafe @rangersoup @ironheartwriter @ssealie @urmomsonfire and @strandnreyes if you would like to do, but also i have no idea who has done this so sorry x

[northernyogurt]

hurrrghg the warrior cat brainrot got me sorry for how lazy these are

[castaway-clan]

[manthemoth]

His ass is NOT listening‼️

[blimbo-buddy]

Warrior cats fans will say “What do you mean LadyHater and RacistMouth are written poorly with no regard for how their supposedly ‘misogynistic’ and ‘racist’ actions and comments are just brushed aside both in universe and by the writing itself. Have you considered that LadyHater’s mom left the room for 5 minutes to get food which is why he’s so traumatized and has attachment issues? Maybe RacistMouth has a good reason for hating immigrants” without an ounce of shame in their tone

[lupiine]

For warrior names what about Sagefeather or Redflight??