The first post on this side blog will be for Threestar and his deputy Blazeclaw.
These two are part of a longer fic I’m drafting with all original characters in an original setting. The idea is that they’re from a Clan that wastes no part of a fallen clanmate. They eat the flesh, use the bones for building, and line their dens with the furs, etc. The idea is that a fallen clanmate will continue to serve and comfort and the living long after their death. The clan’s tentative name is RootClan.
They live in a river valley with RidgeClan and GrassClan. Obviously the other Clan’s aren’t too enthusiastic about their culture and tend to avoid them. But since they aren’t technically breaking Warrior Code they can’t exactly make them stop. So they still get invited to gatherings and their territory boundaries stay respected. (Well as respected as you can get in the world of Warrior Cats)
Threestar is a kind leader, who is very loyal to his Clan above all else. He’s good in a fight and shouldn’t be underestimated. While he can look scary, he understands that his Clan walks a thin line and respects the other cats outward disgust towards them. He knows that not every cat will understand their way of life, and he makes an effort not to fight about it. He’s a reddish brown, think red abyssinian with a white throat, chest and stomach. His eyes are green, and he has a darker red stripe down the back and a dark tail tip. He was born with three legs naturally, it was not a battle injury.
Blazeclaw is his deputy. She provides the sternness that is often missing from Threestar’s leadership. But deep down she is also a kindhearted cat. She’s big. Like really big. Massive. She is built like a tank and everyone knows it. Despite this, she can be one of the most gentle cats you’ll ever meet. But she’ll also tear your throat out if you threaten her family. She’s a deep red color, not typical orange tabby, red like rust. With her markings being way deeper in color than the background. Her eyes are amber.
