#alderstar

birchfur :(

also i drew the birchfur scene like. half a year ago. she was 156 moons old when she died, but i couldn't really fit that in there. everything else was sketched but just now done.

Did not expect to really get into this when I made the post just a few minutes ago but now my energy is BUZZING and I am really interested with how I can decide the affects for different characters, so here's a list!

KILLED BY AN ANIMAL

Perchclaw

CoD: bitten by an adder snake

Physical Characteristics: At first glance, he looks like a cat. He has no scales, he still has his legs. He sounds like a cat, too. But his body is a little longer than that of a normal cat, but not unsubtly so. His fangs are sharper and longer than normal. When he eats, his jaws open a little too wide. When he speaks, cats can see--if they can get a good glance--that his tongue is split. Whenever he hisses, it sounds more like a snake than a cat.

Personality Traits: loves sunning himself on rocks, likes moist environments and places where he can be sheltered well.

KILLED BY NATURE

Alderstar

CoD: crushed by a tree (multiple lives taken)

Physical Characteristics: his claws grow much faster than that of a normal cat, instead resembling the speed of a growing branch, and he has to cut them often so he can walk properly. The goes for his teeth as well (and cutting them is much more difficult). His pelt darkens every now and again, growing out before shedding and allowing the regular golden colour to be seen again (the whole pelt doesn't shed, just the long dark fur. The golden one grows underneath until it pushes the dark fur out). Sometimes parts of his body start to sprout a secondary part. Smaller claws will begin to grow on his claws, smaller teeth on his regular ones, and those are much more painful to get rid of (but if he doesn't, they will grow into a problem). Sometimes when his pelt grows long, it will grow especially long strands--strands of clumps of hair that can stretch from his spine down to the ground. But that's painful to get rid of as well, because it's not just fur--it's his own skin stretching out into tendrils, trying to expand. The fur is simply growing on it.

NATURAL CAUSES

TBA

MURDERED

TBA

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Will add more!

If you have ideas for your own characters or want me to do them for you, feel free to let me know!

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FleaThistle woke up with half his body soaked and, the mud falling off of him in clumps. His body stung and ached, and he had a jolt of panic as he remembered. 

“RaspberryKit?” He called out, paws scrambling in the think water to stand up. 

“Papa!” The cry was cut off by a ‘shh’ sound, and FleaThistle’s looked up at the top of the pit where his kit was. 

HornetLeg was sitting behind him, his paw on the small kits tail. Scratches ran down RaspberryKit’s tiny body, his eyes blown wide in fear. 

“What are you doing here,” FleaThistle glared at his former mentor, trying to keep his voice steady. 

“Don’t you want to spend time with me?” At FleaThistle’s snarl, he shook his head and continued, “Tsk. I thought since you took my kit, id take yours.” 

Panic and anger ran through FleaThistle, and his claws were unsheathed in the water. He couldn’t get up the pit in time to reach HornetLeg before he hurt RaspberryKit. 

GremlinFrost had gone for help, and from the sound of bubbling puddles they couldn’t be that far from them. Someone would find them. 

“You left TawnyKit in a pit, she nearly drowned!”

“Mistakes happen,” HornetLeg groomed his ear, not a care in the world for the shaking kitten at his paws. 

“Mistakes? She’s your daughter. She’s three moons old, for stars sake. She couldn’t even swim,” he shook his head, baffled at the toms words. 

He rolled his eyes, digging his claws into the kits tail until he heard a yelp. 

FleaThistle bit his tongue, his whole body tense and ready to leap up at any point. He shifted, and was reminded of the injured leg that was tainting the water red. 

“Why are you doing this?” FleaThistle shook his head, voice more resigned. He couldn’t make HornetLeg mad. 

“Because you took everything from me. My reputation, my life, my kit,” HornetLeg hissed, eyes narrowed and cold. 

FleaThistle felt lightheaded, and planted his paws in the mud so he didn’t sway. “Are you kidding me. Are you kidding me,” he laughed awkwardly, strained. 

HornetLeg simply stared at him hatefully. 

“You hurt me so many times, you beat me regularly, you ruined my life and friendships. You made the clan hate me, and for what? So you could have an apprentice you didn’t have to train?” 

HornetLeg opened his mouth, but FleaThistle continued on. 

“So that you couldn’t have any responsibilities. You ruined my life, and you ruined TawnyKit’s as well. And I found a family, I found peace here. Now you want to hurt my kit?” 

He could hear his heart beat, and his blood felt hot as he stood up to his mentor for the first time. 

RaspberryKit blinked between the two, his ears pinned down and nose twitching in anxiety. His bottom lip was swollen, as if it had been scratched. 

FleaThistle heard paw steps, and voices carried away by the wind. HornetLeg heard them as well, stepping off of the kits tail and backing away as he gave a low and long hiss. 

FleaThistle couldn’t see what he was so afraid of, but he heard pawsteps and then FadingStar was leaping into the pit, splashing water everywhere as he slammed into him. 

“You’re okay!” He breathed a sigh of relief, burying his head in FleaThistle’s shoulder. His breath was warm against his skin, a stark contrast to his cold fur. 

FleaThistle smiled, licking his mates cheek. 

At the top of the pit, BrownMouse was grooming RaspberryKit and whispering gently to him. He nudged the kit, turning him away from the fighting behind him. 

FleaThistle heard hissing and spitting, and yowls as claws were raked through skin. He heard MyrtleWing and AlderStar arguing over who should kill him, and JackDaw snapping at them both to “stop their fox snouted whines” before he killed them both. 

FadingStar finally released him as the cries stopped, and stepped back as AlderStar appeared at the ledge, his golden-yellow legs stained with blood. 

FadingStar supported FleaThistle, pushing him up carefully so that he didn’t hurt his leg. AlderStar pulled him up by the scruff. 

RaspberryKit ran to his feet, asking if he was okay. He reassured him, licking at the messy fur. 

He was a little banged up, mostly with small scratches that would heal in a couple days. 

Lightheaded, FleaThistle sent small thanks to LilyDawn under his breath.  

Beside them, out of the kits view, he could see a glimpse of a mangled body, and of JackDaw stepping away from it, blood dripping from his muzzle. 

As he stepped back, a light weight draped across his shoulders as JackDawFoot pressed against his side, head resting on FleaThistle’s back, the fluff obscuring his vision in a half-hug. 

“I’m glad you’re okay,” the tom said quietly, barely above a whisper. 

“Thanks, dad,” FleaThistle swayed on his feet, exhaustion setting in as he leaned against his family. 

His eyes drifted closed, blinking slowly as he watched RaspberryKit attempt to stand on BrownMouse’s head. 

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I’m exhausted so I have no clue if this is even coherent but there’s a squirrel in my wall screaming at my cat for the past several hours and I tried lol 

BrownMouse, FleaThistle, LilyDawn and HornetLeg belong to myself. 

RaspberryKit  is co-owed by myself and the lovely @liberhoe, who owns FadingStar 

Rainbow Crossing

Title: Red Pearls

Summary: Brightfur just wanted to be a medicine cat. Her mentor, Ravenwind, has very different ideas on what that means- for her and for ShadowClan. With Ravenwind controlling her every move and more than willing to kill to keep it that way, Brightfur will need more than just luck to live to tell the tale.

Chapters: 21/22

Chapter Title: IT'S TOO LATE TO 'POLOGIZE

Excerpt:

"I don't see why not," Brightfur meowed, running her paw down Antkit's spine to check for any developmental concerns. The kitten was one of the few well-fed and healthy cats in the Clan right now. "The age difference between this litter and my brother's is certainly small enough to justify it."

"So we can do it?" Willowkit burst in eagerly, bouncing on her paws. "We can be apprentices too?"

Brightfur looked at Slatestep. The deputy hesitated, then gave a minute nod. "That's up to Badgerthroat."

Antkit slipped out from her, squirming into the black and white molly's arms. "Can we, mama? Can we?"

Badgerthroat looked stricken as she studied her kits. "Why not wait that little bit? Won't it feel more special to have your own special ceremony?"

"But Lionkit and Tigerkit get to be apprentices now," Willowkit whined. "We'll never hear the end of it if we don't too!"

This is a very serious chapter with serious stuff going on but I'll be damned if I'll miss a chance to meme while I'm at it akddcod,cscs.