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Hey y’all, very quick thing for those of you who follow here:

If you don’t follow my main blog, now @wolfpackmuses, that is where this account will be moved to. Apologies for any inconveniences and I’ll see y’all there if you don’t already follow me!

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It's bully our ocs day.

Reblog this if you'd like people to ask your characters uncomfortably personal questions.

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So! I said earlier today I was thinking on adding some more muses to this account, at least as tests for the future, and here they are. I have no idea if I’ll keep them long term, but I thought they could be fun to add! Just don’t know if there’s interest for them, so.

I’ll probably put add additional info over the coming days, so if y’all are interested in them, be on the lookout for that. Because I already have quite a few headcanons for both characters, because Krrsantan was my most recent muse I portrayed before coming back and revitalizing my Charlie muse.

Muse 1: Rocket Raccoon

Muse 2: Black Krrsantan

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Featherwhisker gave her a soft smile and nodded a bit. He knew Crookedstar would get out of it alright at the end of the day. When that would be, Featherwhisker didn’t entirely know, but he had faith in the RiverClan leader to find a way.

He had to, right?

He sighed a bit and he looked towards Sunstar’s den and then around the camp. While a few warriors had looked over, simply out of curiosity, no one seemed to be entirely invested in the two cats. Probably figured Bluefur was talking about something that didn’t involve them, in which they were right.

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The impostor looked at Mistyfoot for a few moments and he gave a nod, saying nothing else. It would actually be better for Thistleclaw if Mistyfoot left camp, so he could enact his plan. He wasn’t sure how well it would work out, but if he could get this plan in action, then it might not actually end up being bad for him.

But it would likely ruin Crookedstar’s reputation as a good clan leader.

‪❝That’s fine if you do, we’ll be here when you get back. I have no plan on attacking immediately, but I’d like to as soon as we can. Even if you don’t think it’s necessary,❞‬ he whispered and paused, ‪❝I do. RiverClan has been the “weakest” clan for far too long.❞‬

With that, he sighed a bit,

‪❝You weren’t even alive during RiverClan’s weakest era. . We had good warriors, quite a few, but it always seemed that ThunderClan wanted to take Sunningrocks now and again just to prove a point to us.❞‬

Obviously, Thistleclaw knew this well, having been a part of the patrols that attacked Sunningrocks over and over again. They never really wanted RiverClan to take the rocks back, because they had always seemed too weak to do so.

Hence why he wanted to attack back, to get back at his own clan and specifically at Bluefur and Crookedstar for sending him to the Dark Forest. If he could get rid of Bluefur and tarnish Crookedstar into exile, then he would have succeeded.

Taking over the clans? That was just a small side thing he wanted to try and focus on later.

Bluefur nodded to Featherwhisker and looked at Sunstar. “I’m not sure what to do…”

Sunstar dipped his head. “Give me time to think. I’ll be in my den.”

He padded away. Bluefur just stood there, her heart thumping hard in her chest.

Could it really be true?

…

Mistyfoot smiled at him and sat at his side, looking at the camp as well.

At his proposal, she blinked and looked down at him. “I think RiverClan’s got a good reputation,” she said honestly. “Sunningrocks have been fought over for generations, I know, but maybe now isn’t the time to take them over, with the Gathering only a few days away. Don’t you think?”

The tabby she-cat settled herself beside her presumed father, watching one of the apprentices bring a trout to the fresh-kill pile.

“The other clans ought to know that we’re just as strong as them. I think they do know.”

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I have some new muse ideas brewing. One of them is from Book of Boba Fett. The other is from Guardians of the Galaxy.

Hmmm…

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Send “Rumor has it...” followed up by a rumor about my muse!

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Starting off with my favorite leader, Crookedstar!

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Featherwhisker watched as Sunstar walked off and he turned his attention back to Bluefur. He knew she was not taking this well and he had to do something in order to help her. What that was, he wasn't sure of just yet, but he was going to do anything he could to make sure she was ok. Because even with all the times he had talked to Goosefeather, he had never expected multiple medicine cats and Sunstar to receive a vision about another clan's leader.

That was something that hadn't seemed to have happened in the clans before.

❝It'll be alright Bluefur, I promise,❞ he whispered and brushed his tail down her back, ❝Even if Crookedstar has been taken over by Thistleclaw, or anyone else, he'll come out unscathed, I know he will. He's one of the strongest cats across the clans, even Dark Forest cats would know better than to mess with him for too long.❞

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The impostor listened to Mistyfoot and he snorted, shaking his head as he looked out on the clan, watching them intently, especially some of the newer apprentices who were putting fresh kill down and talking among themselves.

❝I don't think the clans ever truly knew what RiverClan can do,❞ he retorted softly, ❝Even if they think we're strong, we're not taken seriously. I notice how the other clans look at us at gatherings, how they always think we're a pushover because ThunderClan can take Sunningrocks back without any issues.❞

He huffed a bit and snickered softly, thinking over the fact that Sunstar and Bluefur were still a part of ThunderClan and were likely the reasons why the two clans had become much more relaxed with one another. Crookedstar's relationship with Bluefur had caused the two to not be as hostile and Thistleclaw was not going to have that.

❝The gathering is soon, so if we do act now, then there will be more talk of us at the gathering, talk about RiverClan having done something that may put the other clans on edge,❞ the impostor hissed softly as his eyes flashed amber, for just a moment of time, before returning to be greener, ❝ThunderClan needs to be taught that the two clans are not best friends. We are still enemies.❞

He paused,

❝And they will learn what it is like to be attacked without notice.❞ he muttered and thrashed his tail, preparing his mind to call the clan for a meeting, ❝Whether you like the idea or not, there needs to be a change. And I will stop sitting by idly, watching, as RiverClan is tossed aside.❞

Bluefur nodded to Featherwhisker and looked at Sunstar. “I’m not sure what to do…”

Sunstar dipped his head. “Give me time to think. I’ll be in my den.”

He padded away. Bluefur just stood there, her heart thumping hard in her chest.

Could it really be true?

…

Mistyfoot smiled at him and sat at his side, looking at the camp as well.

At his proposal, she blinked and looked down at him. “I think RiverClan’s got a good reputation,” she said honestly. “Sunningrocks have been fought over for generations, I know, but maybe now isn’t the time to take them over, with the Gathering only a few days away. Don’t you think?”

The tabby she-cat settled herself beside her presumed father, watching one of the apprentices bring a trout to the fresh-kill pile.

“The other clans ought to know that we’re just as strong as them. I think they do know.”

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Eagleclaw gave a short nod and backed up allowing the apprentices some space and shared a small glance around the clearing at the other apprentices and deputies. It didn’t seem like any of the other deputies looked nervous, but they all seemed proud of those who had been chosen for this journey. While no one would know for quite some time if this journey was a success, most of the clans could only hope it was.

Stormpaw nodded and he flicked as his tail as he chuckled and brushed past Sparkpaw,

‪❝Always eager to get going. Figured you hadn’t changed that much since the gathering!❞‬ he commented and began to walk forward out of the Four Trees gathering spot and looked back over his shoulder at them.

Silverpaw smiled to his friend and he nodded as well, slowly heading after the ShadowClan apprentice and he gently flicked Sparkpaw’s ear with his tail,

‪❝More than ready and I think we’ll do well. I don’t think StarClan would have asked us for help if they thought we would fail. We just have to get started and find an area to go to,❞‬ in which the apprentice glanced around at the others to see if they knew. It appeared no one would say anything about that right away, but Stormpaw was again the one to speak up.

‪❝I got a message from StarClan before we lost contact. They told me that we should head past WindClan and their camp. Apparently, we’re going to be looking for somewhere that is a far distance from here,❞‬ he explained, ‪❝Not sure if there was any better explanation given, but I guess it wouldn’t be the worst place to start the search.❞‬

With that, Stormpaw began to walk in the direction back towards WindClan and Silverpaw was quick to follow after him. He motioned for the other apprentices to follow and got one last look at the deputies as he and Stormpaw walked away from Four Trees,

‪❝Good luck, all of you! May StarClan guide you well!❞‬ Crookedjaw yelled as he watched them begin to move away from Four Trees and began to start out on their journey.

Sparkpaw saw Silverpaw coming and smiled at him. “Hey, good morning!”

She looked at the medicine cat as he approached, and she nodded. “Ok.”

However much Sparkpaw knew she was going to dislike the herbs, she didn’t know that they’d taste that bad. She gagged a little, but tried not to show it. “Th-thank you, Blacktail.”

She looked up as Owlstar padded over. “I wish you both the best of luck,” the leader said. “May StarClan be with you both.”

He dipped his head, but worry darkened his gaze. Owlstar went back to his den.

Sparkpaw offered Silverpaw a warm smile. “You ready to become heroes?”

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Featherwhisker glanced back their way and he gave a simple shrug. He wasn’t too sure himself if everything would be alright, but he had no doubt that Bluefur would need all the support she could possibly get with something like this. At the end of the day, it wasn’t a fun experience for her and he felt terrible for having brought it up to begin with.

But, with what he had seen? It seems likely that Crookedstar could have had his body taken over.

‪❝I hope that I’m wrong about Crookedstar, I truly do,❞‬ he said to her softly, ‪❝But I don’t know how else you would describe the actions that he’s been doing lately. It just doesn’t add up and is something that doesn’t make a lot of sense for a leader.❞‬

Now, with this said, Featherwhisker had only seen Crookedstar one time in the days and weeks after the last Gathering. It wouldn’t be for a bit longer that the next Gathering would take place, but StarClan was very adamant and even more persistent about sending him visions and trying to warn him of something that would happening in the near future. He really wanted it all to be wrong, but he’d find out soon enough if he was correct or not.

‪❝I don’t know what we can do at the moment, maybe besides just keep an eye on RiverClan and make sure everything is alright. I don’t want them to be caught unaware by something they can’t control. Even if that means having patrols potentially venture further into their territory,❞‬ Featherwhisker said again, ‪❝But I’ll leave that up for you two to decide.❞‬

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The impostor had actually been lying outside “his” den and watching the damp move around him. He hadn’t planned on doing much, since he had been out near ThunderClan this morning, but he still tried to be around, at least a little bit.

He raised his head as he heard someone approach and he nodded respectfully to Mistyfoot as she walked over to him and he gave a small yawn.

‪❝I was just out getting some alone time, down by the river,❞‬ he explained to her, ‪❝Didn’t feel like being caught in camp all day, so I wanted to go and do something else for a while. Just ended up down there, having not really followed a path.❞‬

He sighed as he looked around the camp at the different warriors going about their duties and he chuckled lightly,

‪❝Do you wonder what could happen if we changed a bit what we focus on?❞‬ he asked her softly, ‪❝If we focused some more effort on trying to take back Sunning Rocks or showing the other clans that we can fight? Because it always seems that we’ve never been the greatest at showing that. Most of the clans probably don’t think of us as a threat now, at all.❞‬

Bluefur’s pelt bristled more and more with each warning of Runningnose’s. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Crookedstar…

As the amber flash in his eyes was mentioned, Bluefur immediately thought of a certain tomcat that she’d been at odds with for moons… even if he was no longer in the clans.

Or so she thought.

“I…” She stood. “Thank you, Runningnose… I’ll keep that in mind.”

Bluefur turned to leave, and then looked over her shoulder at the medicine cat. “I’ll mention this to Sunstar.”

She padded out of camp, her mind spinning. It was just like the prophecy Goosefeather had given her, but… that one wasn’t necessary true.

The worry was clear in her eyes as she met Tigerclaw and Stonefur outside. “…w-we can go home now,” she murmured, the fur on her spine still standing on end.

As she fell into step beside her son, and stared at the ground. “ShadowClan’s been dealing with Greencough,” she told them both, “but they’re doing better.”

Bluefur was about to elaborate when Thrushpelt and Rosetail came sprinting over. “Sunstar’s lost a life!” Rosetail panted.

Bluefur froze. “What happened?”

“A dog attack. Our warriors chased it off,” Thrushpelt reported.

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“Sometimes I can’t help blaming you 

For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?”

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What is Crookedstar’s favorite kind of fish? (Bass, trout, salmon, etc.!)

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I don’t think Crookedstar is too terribly picky about types of fish, but he has a few preferences! He mainly prefers bass and trout, when they’re in season, which may not always be happen. But he’s really not too picky and will eat just about any fish.

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Stonefur and Tigerclaw exchanged a quick glance as Bluefur ran past them back towards camp. Truth be told, Stonefur hadn’t known Sunstar was that close to losing his last life. It just seemed to be something that wasn’t feasible, at least not in the short term.

But, here they were. . On the verge of having a new leader take over the clan.

When they got back into camp, Stonefur and Tigerclaw stepped aside to allow Bluefur some time alone with Sunstar. While they watched from afar, Tigerclaw shook his head as he began to think things over. It seemed even the veteran warrior had a hard time believing Bluefur might be becoming a leader sooner than she might have thought.

While Sunstar and Bluefur were talking, however, Featherwhisker appeared beside Bluefur and he silently listened to the two for a few moments. His thoughtful gaze looked between the two cats and he looked back to Bluefur,

‪❝I’m sure you’re aware of the visions that both myself and Runningnose have received. . . I’m sure Sunstar has gotten the same,❞‬ he said softly, ‪❝I know it must be incredibly difficult for you to think about this prospect, Bluefur, but I’m afraid that this might become a serious issue soon. We’re not sure why he may be going down this path, but. . I have a theory. One that. . ❞‬

He hesitated and didn’t dare to look Bluefur in the eyes, afraid of her retaliating against him.

‪❝My theory involves Thistleclaw. . I’m wondering if he has somehow taken control of Crookedstar’s body.❞‬

It was almost as if his words seemed to slow time down, not just for him, but for everyone. His nervous eyes glanced up at her and then around the clearing, seeing if anyone else had heard such a preposterous thing being thrown out there. Surely no one would believe such a thing? After all, it had never been made fully clear to the entire clan what happened that night between Crookedstar, Thistleclaw, and Bluefur.

All the clan had been told was that was that Thistleclaw died while on RiverClan territory. No more, no less. But the idea that Featherwhisker had thrown out was something that might tilt everything on its head. But, that was one of the very few things that Featherwhisker had even thought of.

‪❝I know such an idea sounds crazy, even for me. . But I have no true explanations of why Crookedstar would have such a change in such a short amount of time,❞‬ Featherwhisker said softly.

Bluefur’s pelt bristled more and more with each warning of Runningnose’s. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Crookedstar…

As the amber flash in his eyes was mentioned, Bluefur immediately thought of a certain tomcat that she’d been at odds with for moons… even if he was no longer in the clans.

Or so she thought.

“I…” She stood. “Thank you, Runningnose… I’ll keep that in mind.”

Bluefur turned to leave, and then looked over her shoulder at the medicine cat. “I’ll mention this to Sunstar.”

She padded out of camp, her mind spinning. It was just like the prophecy Goosefeather had given her, but… that one wasn’t necessary true.

The worry was clear in her eyes as she met Tigerclaw and Stonefur outside. “…w-we can go home now,” she murmured, the fur on her spine still standing on end.

As she fell into step beside her son, and stared at the ground. “ShadowClan’s been dealing with Greencough,” she told them both, “but they’re doing better.”

Bluefur was about to elaborate when Thrushpelt and Rosetail came sprinting over. “Sunstar’s lost a life!” Rosetail panted.

Bluefur froze. “What happened?”

“A dog attack. Our warriors chased it off,” Thrushpelt reported.

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Runninose nodded, sympathetically to her, as she stood to leave. While he had no more to say, there were still plenty of things that had been racing through his mind, all trying to sort out what the visions had meant and how to sort out if they were true or not.

❝Be careful, Bluefur. That's all I ask of you,❞ he said as she left and he returned to sorting his herbs.

When Bluefur had gotten back, Stonefur and Tigerclaw had been talking quietly about the situation at hand and if they needed to go and help Bluefur. That quickly was dropped when she came back from the camp and the two got up to meet her.

Tigerclaw recognized the worry in her eyes, almost immediately, but didn't ask just yet what she had been worried about. He was at least happy that ShadowClan was alright and had just been suffering from Greencough. At least it explained why they hadn't been very active recently. He was going to ask her about what else they had talked about, but that quickly changed when he saw Rosetail and Thrushpelt sprint up to them and his demeanor changed rapidly.

❝You're sure the dog was chased away?❞ he asked with a raised eyebrow, ❝I don't think we need a dog roaming around the territory right now, at all. That could only lead to more trouble!❞

Stonefur looked between the two of them and his voice came out only as a whisper,

❝How many lives does he have left?❞ he asked softly and shot a quick glance towards his mother, studying her for a moment to see how she was reacting to such news. As he expected, it appeared that she did not like hearing that.

Bluefur’s pelt bristled more and more with each warning of Runningnose’s. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Crookedstar…

As the amber flash in his eyes was mentioned, Bluefur immediately thought of a certain tomcat that she’d been at odds with for moons… even if he was no longer in the clans.

Or so she thought.

“I…” She stood. “Thank you, Runningnose… I’ll keep that in mind.”

Bluefur turned to leave, and then looked over her shoulder at the medicine cat. “I’ll mention this to Sunstar.”

She padded out of camp, her mind spinning. It was just like the prophecy Goosefeather had given her, but… that one wasn’t necessary true.

The worry was clear in her eyes as she met Tigerclaw and Stonefur outside. “…w-we can go home now,” she murmured, the fur on her spine still standing on end.

As she fell into step beside her son, and stared at the ground. “ShadowClan’s been dealing with Greencough,” she told them both, “but they’re doing better.”

Bluefur was about to elaborate when Thrushpelt and Rosetail came sprinting over. “Sunstar’s lost a life!” Rosetail panted.

Bluefur froze. “What happened?”

“A dog attack. Our warriors chased it off,” Thrushpelt reported.