#robinwhisker

I drew some Warrior Cats! They're some of my ShadowClan OCs!!

We have:

Squirrelpaw: White and ginger she-cat Medicine Cat Apprentice, her MedCat name is Squirrelshade

Mistyleaf: Silver and blue she-cat

Maplehawk: Tortoiseshell tom (He's trans! In my Clans, StarClan grants gender changes to any cat who wants them, as well pelt changes if they want, and leaders will change names if wanted. Maplehawk wanted the gender and name change, but he kept his pelt colors) Medicine Cat

Badgerface: Black and white tom with heavy scarring, his original name was Badgerstrike, but the ShadowClan leader, Plumstar, renamed him Badgerface since it's mostly on his face

Robinwhisker: Brown and ginger she-cat, the mother of Swallowkit

To: @redroancats

ROBINWHISKER - StormClan Right-Hand

Robinwhisker spent vigil on a roof, where she could see everything. Dawn broke to another blustery day. She shook her stiff legs and shivered, not feeling changed, just achy and jittery. She squinted at the light through the pines. Was she supposed to have had a big revelation? Ask Stormstar.

Shadefang relieved her once the camp woke. When the stern molly climbed up to her and touched her nose to her head, Robinwhisker purred and licked her back. Dismissed, she jumped down and started to pad to the Fighter’s den.

Halfway there, Battail dropped from a tree in front of her.

She halted, arching. What? Her ears pinned.

He glanced at the woods. Let’s hunt.

Her tail snapped behind her. She turned away. No!

He darted in front of her and loomed there like a spider-shaped shadow. Why? Got that new name for it!

Curling her lip, she bristled and glared at him. “I’ve been on vigil all night, watching over my clan and thinking about what it’d mean if something happened to them!” she snarled in a gravelly undertone. “I need to check on Wolfpaw and the other Campers. They’re my siblings now. I’m going to watch out for them like Drownedrat and Birchface and everyone else here’s done me—more’n you can say for your stupid posturin’—”

“I raised you!” His own hackles bristled. “Ramsay snatched you from your dam, but then he ditched you too. I never—”

“Dog-shit!” she spat in his face. She thrust close, eyes blazing. “StormClan raised me! And I’ll raise more!”

He took a step back, fangs bared.

Growling, she swelled. “You only care about you! I’m sick of you after that bat-shit you spewed! Don’t give a dead roach if you don’t respect me enough to look past your nose. My clan respects me, and that means more’n you. But don’t you disrespect the cats who changed our lives—saved us from being Black Skies or dead! Or these new Campers! Until you change, we’re over!”

She swatted his nose. Storming away before he could respond, she went to see how the Campers were doing after their first night in a new den. Then she’d go straight to Birchface and Stormstar. To apologize.