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What did Blackclaw do? He was Mistyfoot mate, hello? I really don't remember this dude.
Ok itâs been like 2 years at least since ive worked on this i canât let it languish in my drafts any more just HAVE IT.unfinished. Itâs enough though. Itâs enough to see that he is the worst husband of all time
he was her mate! but also like, not really. hereâs the dish on blackclaw and mistyfoot- all the canon info we have on them, and how Iâve chosen to work that into my headcanon.
first of all, blackclaw being the father of mistyfootâs kits (perchkit, pikepaw, primrosepaw, reedwhisker) is almost certainly a retcon.
he does sort of get picked as one of the riverclan Recurring Characters in forest of secrets- heâs on every patrol, in every scene, heâs there to play the role of the overtly hostile guy. heâs usually with leopardfur, stonefur and mistyfoot, who are the other main three important riverclan characters in every scene. theyâre there for actual plot reasons though; heâs there as padding and to stir things up because everyone else is reasonable. (you will notice that when POV characters get retired to being supporting cast, they will often find themselves in this role. sorry lionblaze lol)
hereâs every mention of him during the scene where the kits (reedkit and likely perchkit) are recovered. theyâre only ever referred to as mistyfootâs, and he never shows any personal interest in them or her. unsurprising, fathers were mentioned a lot less in the first series- it was never going to be relevant as the series wasnât intended to continue.
Beside her, Blackclaw stood with his lips drawn back in a snarl. âWhy are you trespassing on our territory?â he demanded.
Stonefur paced forward until he was close enough to sniff the two kits. âItâs true!â His blue eyes widened. âTheyâre Mistyfootâs missing kits!â
Leopardfur looked thoughtful, but Blackclaw stalked up and thrust his head aggressively into Fireheartâs face. Fireheart snarled, ready to counter a blow. âBlackclaw!â Leopardfur meowed sharply. âBack off! Weâll let these cats explain themselves to Crookedstar, and see if he believes them.â
Leopardfur led the way along the bank, while Blackclaw picked up one kit and stalked threateningly alongside Fireheart and Graystripe.
âThey found Mistyfootâs kits,â Leopardfur told him, nodding to Stonefur and Blackclaw to bring forward the kits. âThey claim they pulled them out of the river.â âI donât believe a word of it!â spat Blackclaw, setting down the kit he carried. âYou canât trust a ThunderClan cat.â
A loud yowling interrupted him. Mistyfoot broke out of the bushes and came racing over to them. âMy kits! Where are my kits?â She crouched over the tiny scraps of fur, staring wildly around as if she thought the other cats would try to take them away from her. Then she began licking them furiously, trying to comfort both of them at once. Stonefur pressed up close against her and mewed comfortingly into her ear.
âSince when have ThunderClan cats risked their lives for us?â Blackclaw broke in contemptuously as Fireheart described how he had pushed the kits through the torrent to the riverbank. Fireheart bit back an angry retort, and Crookedstar hissed at the warrior, âQuiet, Blackclaw! Let him speak. If heâs lying, weâll find out soon enough.â
Crookedstar nodded slowly, and Fireheart realized that the hostility of the RiverClan cats was fadingâall except for Blackclaw, who turned his back on the ThunderClan warriors with a snort of disgust.
after forest of secrets, blackclaw only gets mentions during battles, except he is one of two riverclan cats hanging out next to the bonehill in the darkest hour:
Mistyfoot and Stonefur werenât there either, Firestar realized. In fact, most of the cats in the clearing came from ShadowClan, though he spotted the RiverClan warriors Blackclaw and Heavystep. There was no sign of either medicine cat, and Firestar wondered if that was significant.
that doesnât bode super well! heavystep was blackclawâs apprentice, for some trivia. anyway, that is literally it for his appearances in TPB.
iâm not sure when exactly blackclaw was retconned to be mistyfootâs mate? i would personally assume sometime during power of 3. however, i donât think theyâve ever actually had a positive interaction in canon. blackclaw is a really strange pick for her kitsâ retcon father, because out of basically every cat in riverclan, their canon interactions have been the most outwardly hostile. letâs have a look!
66 pages into midnight, we have blackclawâs first appearance in TNP:
Leopardstar nodded. âThat is true.â Coming to the very edge of the rock, she looked down into the clearing and asked, âWhat do my warriors think? Mistyfoot?â The RiverClan deputy rose to her paws, but before she could speak one of her Clanmates cried out, âWe canât trust them! Let WindClan set one paw over our border, and theyâll be taking our prey as well as our water.â Leafpaw could see the speaker, a smoky black tom, sitting a few fox-lengths away, but she did not recognize him. âThatâs Blackclaw,â Feathertail murmured into her ear. âHeâs loyal to the Clan, but . . .â She trailed off, obviously unwilling to say anything bad about her Clanmate. Mistyfoot turned and fixed Blackclaw with a clear blue stare. âYou forget the times when RiverClan has needed help from other Clans,â she meowed. âIf they had not helped us then, we would not be here today.â To Leopardstar she added, âI say we should allow this. We have water to spare.â
he doesnât get another appearance (except a vague mention for hunting rats) until 2 books later, in dawn:
Mistyfoot, the RiverClan deputy, stood at the top of the slope. She had her Clanâs finest warriors beside her: Stormfur, Blackclaw, and Mothwing, and beside them the imposing shape of Hawkfrost. Next to him stood Brambleclaw, the outline of his head and shoulders matched with Hawkfrostâs against the pale sky.
i think this oneâs interesting because heâs once again the padding in a group of main characters, and in this arc his role as the antagonist dickhead is scaled up.
âAnd what about Twolegs?â demanded Russetfur, the ShadowClan deputy. âThe journey has left us all tired and weak,â Blackclaw of RiverClan added. âFoxes and badgers could track us down easily when weâre all out in the open like this.â
heâs just being used to fill the negative voice role here thereâs not much to say
Several mews of agreement came from the RiverClan warriors, and Blackclaw called out, âWell done, Hawkfrost!â
âYes!â Hawkfrostâs eyes gleamed. âRiverClan has set its scent markers already. Yesterday Blackclaw and I drove out a badger that was living in our territory.â
in starlight now, theyâre setting up his support for hawkfrost.
Cloudtail and Dustpelt were standing in the shelter of the bushes farther around the circle; after a shared glance they went over to Mistyfoot and Blackclaw of RiverClan, dipping their heads in greeting.
this is in twilight, and iâm pretty sure itâs the only interaction mistyfoot and blackclaw have that could even be interpreted as not hostile, just because they literally donât tell you what theyâre doing LMAO
Hawkfrost and Blackclaw were waiting a few fox-lengths away, in a small clearing enclosed by brambles. Hawkfrost swung to face them as they approached, neck fur bristling, then relaxed when he saw who they were. âNothing to report,â he meowed. âEverythingâs been quiet since you left.â âNo sign of ShadowClan,â Blackclaw added. Leafpool wondered why the RiverClan warrior was so worried about ShadowClan. They hadnât crossed the border between the territories. Perhaps he wanted to blame ShadowClan for the sickness. âThis has nothing to do with ShadowClan,â Mistyfoot mewed sharply. âItâs a Twoleg thing, just like you said, Leafpool. Come and see, but donât get too close.â
âI donât get it,â Blackclaw argued. âSurely no cat would be mouse-brained enough to drink that.â âMouse-brain yourself,â Mistyfoot retorted. âCanât you see cats must have picked it up on their pads? You tread in it accidentally, you lick yourself clean, and there you are.â
Mistyfoot nodded. âIâll tell Leopardstar right away.â âItâs about time,â Hawkfrost commented in a low voice to Blackclaw. âIf the patrols had been properly organized, we would have found this long ago.â Leafpool froze. Patrols were the deputyâs responsibility; Hawkfrost was criticizing Mistyfoot practically to her face. She remembered that back in the old forest Mistyfoot had been trapped by Twolegs, and while she was away Hawkfrost had been made RiverClan deputy in her place. Becoming an ordinary warrior again when Mistyfoot returned must have been hard for Hawkfrost, but that was no excuse for undermining Mistyfootâs authority to other cats. What he said wasnât even true; a Clanâs territory was too big for patrols to find every single hazard right away. Blackclaw was nodding agreement, with a hostile glance at the blue-furred she-cat; did he think Hawkfrost should still be deputy? Leafpool wondered. Was Hawkfrost trying to gain followers who were loyal to him alone, and not to the Clan? Mistyfoot had begun to pad away, back to the camp. If she had noticed the exchange, she gave no sign of it. âWeâll find some thorns and build a barrier around the thing,â Hawkfrost offered, calling after her. âCome on, Blackclaw,â he added more softly. âWe donât want any animals coming near it, cats or prey. Some cat has to look out for the Clan.â He bounded over to the nearest thicket and started clawing at a dead thorn branch. Blackclaw followed and helped to drag it back to the Twoleg thing with its stinking pool.
this scene in twilight is likeâŚ.. well it speaks for itself :)
Hawkfrost whirled on him, unsheathing his claws, and his Clanmate Blackclaw shouldered his way through the crowd to join him, his neck fur bristling and his tail fluffed up to twice its size. Three or four WindClan warriors , Crowfeather among them, jumped up to support Tornear. âStop!â Mistyfoot ordered, leaping from the root where she sat. âThis is a Gathering! Have you forgotten that?â One or two cats, including Crowfeather, stepped back, but most ignored the RiverClan deputyâs order.
weâre in sunset now!
âIt shouldnât have happened even once.â Brambleclawâs heart sank as he saw Blackclaw thrusting his way to the front of the crowd. He was one of the most aggressive RiverClan warriors. âEven a kit knows that you donât cross Clan boundaries.â âDid any ShadowClan cats see this?â Leopardstar asked. It was Stormfur who replied. âI donât think so. I didnât spot any, and you canât scent anything down there except for Twolegs and their monsters, so theyâll never know we were there.â Leopardstar nodded, but before she could speak, Hawkfrost broke in. âIt doesnât matter whether ShadowClan saw her or not. Itâs still against the warrior code. No cat has a place here if they donât know that.â A murmur rose from the listening cats; Brambleclaw sank his claws deeper into the tree branch when he realized most of them sounded as if they agreed with Hawkfrost. âWe should send her back where she came from,â Blackclaw declared. Stormfur whipped around to face him. âIf she goes, I go.â Blackclaw didnât reply, just opened his jaws in an insolent yawn. Stormfur unsheathed his claws, only to freeze at a sharp command from Mistyfoot. âStormfur, no!â The deputy stepped forward until she stood facing the gray warrior. Her blue eyes were regretful as she continued, âThink carefully, Stormfur. How long do you and Brook plan on staying here, anyway? We are all glad to see you again, but perhaps itâs time you went back to your Tribe.â âYes, get rid of her,â some cat meowed from the back of the crowd. âStormfur can stay if he likes, but what use is she?â âShe canât even fight,â Blackclaw added. âMy apprentice could rip her fur off.â Stormfurâs eyes gleamed with fury. âWhere Brook comes from, the cave-guards fight, and the prey-hunters feed the Tribe. Brook was a prey-hunter. She never had to fight until she came here.â âIâm doing my best to learn,â Brook added. âYouâre doing fine.â Stormfur touched her shoulder with the tip of his tail. âYouâll fight as well as any cat soon.â âIf she gets the chance,â Blackclaw mewed. âCanât you see the Clan doesnât want her here?â
mistyfoot stand up for him man. im embarrassed
âEnough!â Leopardstar snapped. âMistyfoot, Blackclaw, pull them apart.â The RiverClan deputy leaped onto Hawkfrostâs shoulders and wrenched his head back. Blackclaw pushed Brook aside and raked his claws across Stormfurâs nose; the gray warrior reared back, losing his grip on Hawkfrost. Both cats scrambled to their paws and stood panting, glaring at each other. Blood was oozing from Hawkfrostâs belly and his side. Stormfur had no obvious wounds, except for blood spattering his muzzle from Blackclawâs blow.
this whole scene makes me so angry and i really enjoy the small detail of blackclaw being unnecessarily vicious under the pretence of maintaining order. itâs well done. itâs a good scene.