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WAY TOO FUCKING LONG But it was worth it
#my art#unwantedgifts#tumblepaw#snailstar#rubblestar#wheatcloud#pikeclaw#sleetpaw#swallowstar#sootstar#sootpatch#fennelstar#fennel
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Okay SO they already have a kit but Lightninglegs and Smogstruck??
wheatcloud & pikeclaw........ 2! @unwantedgifts
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Warrior Of The Moon!
The mod team would like to congratulate Tumblepaw on being this moon’s Warrior of the Moon!

(Art by @terriblegoblinman )
Born to Snailpounce and Fogtuft, Tumblepaw grew up alongside his brother Olivepaw, with his best friend being Sparrowkit, who is a moon younger than him.
He was always close to his family and didn't take Fogtuft's death well - he became even more quiet and closed off than before, his depressed nature manifesting in that time.
Tumblepaw has never been someone to talk much or play a lot with other kits, but his mother's death only made it worse. It took him finally becoming an apprentice to get him out of his shell a little. At first, he didn't have much enthusiasm for his training, not feeling like he was good at anything, though as he became better at hunting, he got more excited to learn.
His mentor is Stonecloud, who he has a... difficult relationship with. He feels like the warrior isn't doing his job of training him and more often than not, other cats take him out to hunt. Tumblepaw finally lashed out at him recently, accusing Stonecloud of only spending time with Swallowstar and not caring about his apprentice at all. He has not apologized yet and doesn't plan on doing so anytime soon.
Tumblepaw's main ongoing issue is about the kits with powers. He is very jealous of them and though he feels bad about it, he just can't help it. His best friend Sparrowkit is one of those powered kits and whenever it is brought up in conversation, Tumblepaw tries to change the topic. Not having powers when so many other cats around his age do have them has made him question his self-worth and importance to both WillowClan and StarClan themselves.
Despite all of that, he supports his friend as much as he can and doesn't like like him any less because of it.
Another big issue for him is sensory overload. On bad days, he can barely stand to be around his own clan, the noise tending to become too much for him.
Often, when it was especially bad, he still sleeps in the nursery because it is where he grew up and where he feels safe. He has his own nest at the back of the den where he can hide when he needs it.
On better days, taking comfort in Snailpounce, Olivepaw or Sparrowkit can be enough.
Recently, he has been as quiet and closed off as he had been after Fogtuft died. Witnessing Wheatcloud's death was too much for him and he hid in the nursery for multiple days, refusing to come out until Lightninglegs took him out to hunt. His success on said hunt made him feel a little better about himself again.
Due to recent happenings, he is terribly afraid of fighting and refuses to learn any battle moves at all, even saying he doesn't want to be a warrior if it means having to fight.
Fun fact: Also known as Tumblrpaw because he's emo.
All Members Are Welcome (And Encouraged) To Create Art Of Tumblepaw!
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Whitewing
Ivypaw trotted slowly into camp, one half of the rabbit clenched in her jaws and the other half Dovewing had. Together they walked the lanky, hefty prey towards the prey pile. Almost too soon, Ivypaw spotted her mother’s soft white pelt heading towards them out of the corner of her eyes.
“You got that all on your own?” Whitewing gasped with pride.
Ivypaw set the rabbit down to greet xir mother, pride rolling in xir chest. Dovepaw purred alongside xir.
“The whole patrol helped but, Wheatcloud and Thistlegrove wanted us to bring it in.” Ivypaw replied, knowing word would get around if xe took credit for the hunt.
“That’s wonderful! It’s a wonderful rabbit! We could even skin it for extra fur during the winter.” Whitewing hummed happily, green eyes glimmering. “Come, I’ll help you.”
Ivypaw bowed xir head down to take up the head of the rabbit. Whitewing moved in between Ivypaw and Dovepaw, lifting the rabbit up. Together, they brought the rabbit away to be skinned.
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Dovewing?
Pov is Ivypaw but Dovepaw is there!
Ivypaw shuttered quietly at the idea but said nothing as her mothers groomed her and Dovepaw. Nightcloud’s strong forepaw kept her in place while Ivypaw listened on to the cats around her. Dovepaw seemed blissfully unaware, purring in the arms of their other mother, Whitewing.
“You two be good for your mentors. Listen to them closely, alright?” Nightcloud warned, her voice betraying her worry.
“We will, Ma!” Dovepaw chimed eagerly.
“Thistlegrove and Wheatcloud are nice cats. Make sure to pay attention to your lessons.” Whitewing added with a chuckle.
Ivypaw heard the warriors talking again, voices hushed and nervous. Emberfoot was an older cat with dark paws. To the left, Antpelt sat clawing the sandy soil anxiously. Heathertail sat beside Antpelt, their eyes foggy with thought.
“It’s a sign. Gorsetail and Kestrelflight should know.”
“I’m sure they’ve talked about it. It’s not like we know more then they do.” Heathertail replied, absently.
Ivypaw was pulled back to her parents are Nightcloud let her go. She darted out from under her mother, glancing out into the camp. Would the warriors accept her if she joined in on their conversation? With a small start, a new voice called her name, and she turned her head towards the camp entrance were Thistlegrove and Wheatcloud were sitting.
“Ivypaw! We’re here!” Thistlegrove shouted out.
“Rabbit-Dung! They saw me first.” Ivypaw thought meekly stepping towards the two cats, waiting on her.
“Ivypaw! Wait for me!” Dovepaw cried out, stopping Ivypaw cold.
She turned and watched her sibling bound towards her from Whitewing’s side, racing to catch up with her. Ivypaw waited and smiled when Dovepaw was at her side. She glanced up, stunned by her parents. The white and black mollies sat together, faces beaming with quiet pride. Ivypaw’s tail fluttered behind her, determination filling her whole chest. She’d make them both the proudest cats in the territories!
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