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â€ïž HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! I wanted to redraw one of my fav old drawings of one of my fav ships! đ
OG one under the cut!

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Leara Rose-blade: Are you sure you're my Uber driver?
Odahviing, carrying her away: *loud dragon noises*
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER CW: Purposeful misgendering
Dahliapaw could tell Petuniapaw was hiding something.
Despite the twoâs punishment being over for about a moon now, he noticed that they were still leaving camp in the early hours, usually taking a piece of prey or small herb bundle with them. At first they lied and said they were heading to the dirtplace, but eventually they stopped telling the lie and just outright said nothing when they returned in the early hours.Â
Dahliapaw growled. Leaf-bare had begun just days prior, and according to Blossomstar, it was bound to be a harsh one. Snow was already beginning to cover the ground, and cats huddled in their dens at night to keep warm.
Once again Petuniapaw had left their nest and stalked out of camp, and this time, Dahliapaw followed.Â
He made sure to stay far enough behind for his scent to be faint, but close enough to see where his sibling was going. He kept his pawsteps light, trying to avoid the usually satisfying crunch of the snow beneath him.Â
The two walked for a while, and Dahliapaw could feel his paws beginning to grow sore. He didnât like walking much, and was relieved when Petuniapaw finally made it to their destination. He crouched behind a large rock, resting his front paws on his tail to avoid getting too cold. He was confused when Petuniapaw slipped into a makeshift bush den, and even more confused when he heard voices.
âThank you again for doing this, Petuniapaw.â The voice was gentle, a hint of a purr in the speaking catâs tone.
âItâs no problem, Amber.â Petuniapaw purred in reply. They could be heard settling down. âHow are the kits?â
Kits? Dahliapawâs fur bristled, and he held back a growl. Petuniapaw was helping outsiders! Surely this was against the rules!
âTheyâre fine, sleeping now,â Amber was saying. âItâs about time I gave them names. Would you like to name one, Petuniapaw?â
Dahliapaw heard Petuniapaw gasp. âWhat? Me? Are you sureâŠ?â
âIâm sure. Youâve helped me so much, without youâŠI think we wouldnât be here.â Amber chuckled. âGo on, name whichever one youâd like.â
âTheyâre both she-cats, correct?â
âMhm.â
âOkay,â There was a brief silence, and Dahliapaw assumed they were thinking. âI want to name the black one. MaybeâŠBriar? Her fur is all fluffy, and it looks kinda spikyâŠâ
âBriar is a good choice.â Amber said. âI suppose itâs my turn..Iâll name my other daughter Maple. Her colorsâŠThe name fits her.â
âBriar and MapleâŠThose are good names!â Petuniapaw laughed, and Dahliapawâs ears pinned against his head.
âThey are,â Amber murmured. âI hate to cut our meeting short, but I feel tiredâŠI donât want you to get caught out here. I think you should head home, for your own good.â
âOkayâŠBye, Amber. Bye, kits!â Petuniapaw could be heard standing.
âGoodbye, Petuniapaw.â
Dahliapaw watched as Petuniapaw exited Amberâs den, and when they started to walk home, he followed.
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âGreat StarClan, how much sleep did you two get?â
Dahliapaw sleepily blinked up at Hazelcrest as she spoke. It was the dawn patrol, and he had been sent along with Hazelcrest, Rosewing, Petuniapaw, Lilyeye, and Treewhisker to check the borders.Â
He hadnât slept much since returning home. He was too busy thinking about Amber, and how his own littermate was blatantly breaking the warrior code!Â
He didnât know what to do, who to tell.
Rosewing puffed out her chest at Hazelcrestâs comment. âTheyâre growing toms, they must need more rest than us warriors!â She purred.
Lilyeye scoffed. âPetuniapaw isnât a tom anymore, Rosewing.â
Dahliapaw could see Rosewingâs demeanor shift in an instant, and she gave Lilyeye a glare. âAre you claiming you know my kit better than I do?â
âAt this point, Rosewing, maybe I do.â
Rosewingâs claws unsheathed, and she growled, only to be interrupted by Treewhiskerâs voice.Â
âStop it, you two. Youâre acting like a couple of squabbling kits. Look, an EagleClan patrol.â The tomâs voice was soft, yet still stern as he gestured towards the border.Â
The group of cats stopped to speak with the three EagleClan cats, dipping their heads in greeting.Â
âYewsplash! Hello!â Lilyeye exclaimed, stepping forward to touch noses with the calico she-cat.Â
Yewsplash responded with a purr, nudging her friend. âGood morning, Lilyeye!â
âHowâs EagleClan?â Treewhisker asked, stepping forward.
The expressions of the EagleClan cats dropped, and they shuffled their paws awkwardly before one of the warriors, Tansystone, spoke.
âSo farâŠNot well.â He said quietly, his gaze fixed on the ground. âValleystarâs kits are sick with kittencough, and Iâm afraid Gorgefeather isnât doing too well either.â
âOh, so sorry to hear that.â Lilyeye murmured, a solemn look crossing her face. âI do hope they recover. If thereâs anything we can do, please let us know.â
âThank you. I knew we could rely on CraneClan.â Yewsplash smiled, before looking down at the smaller she-cat by her side. âOh! Mistpaw, would you like to say hello to the CraneClan cats?â
Mistpaw, who Dahliapaw noted to be only about seven moons old, shook her head.
âThatâs alright.â Yewsplash looked up at the CraneClan patrol. âI apologize, sheâs a bit shyâŠStill getting used to apprentice duties and all.â
âOh, we completely understand. Our apprentices arenât talkers either.â Treewhisker chuckled. âWell, we donât want to keep you long. Weâll be on our way now. Goodbye!â
âBye, now!â Tansystone meowed, and the two groups remarked their borders before parting ways.
âSounds like EagleClan is weak,â Dahliapaw said when they were far enough away. âWe should invade their camp! Take their herbs, their prey, their-â
âDonât be mouse-brained, Dahliapaw.â Lilyeye snapped.
Rosewing lashed her tail. âNever speak to my son that way again!â
Hazelcrest groaned. âSave it, both of you. Stars, my head hurtsâŠâ
The rest of the patrol was silent, with many unspoken words lingering in the chilly air.
@chrumblr-whumblr day 5: forced to obeyÂ
wc: 623 | warnings: threats of gun violence, hostage situation | characters: Rose Oleco (OC) (pov), Dick Grayson, unnamed gangster, Jason Todd (barely)
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Rose stumbled as she landed, leaning on a nearby wall to regain her footing before looking around and behind for her boyfriend. âNightwing?â âIâm good. Just⊠go.â His voice was choked even over the comms, and she felt her chest clench in fear. âWhat? Where are you?âÂ
âRight behind you, Shadow.â She whirled around, hands raised, to see one of the gangsters theyâd defeated earlier gripping Dick by the shoulder, a gun to his head. Rose tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. âLet him go.â âNo. First, youâre gonna do something for me.â The guy shook him roughly, and she spotted the slightest twitch in Dickâs jaw as he shoved him back. âYouâre gonna get over here and put these meta-cuffs on yourself, and then Iâll see about letting your little boytoy go.â âMany honourable men are little boytoys,â Dick sniffed, and Rose desperately wanted to grab him by the shoulders and say Not now, Richard. But she couldnât, and prepared to form a portal under them instead-
âAnd before you think about making any of your sparkly black holes, just know that birdie here ainât likely to survive a bullet to the brain. And you ainât likely to be faster than one neither.â He pressed the pistol tighter to Dickâs head. âAt least use proper English while threatening Nightwing,â Rose said through gritted teeth. âItâs either.â Dick raised an eyebrow slightly, and she returned an almost imperceptible shrug, trying to tamp down her bubbling panic. I donât have a strategy for this, darling. Not like you would. Her mind raced as she tried to think of something, anything, but every plan she came up ended in blood spatters and pain.Â
âGet over here, girl.â The gangster scowled, shifted impatiently. His finger twitched on the trigger, and Rose flinched. âAll right, all right.â She stepped forward slowly, bent to pick up the cuffs and put them on, took another step closer. Tried to avoid Dickâs wide, panicked eyes. Sorry, Blue.Â
One more step, and he was within reach. The barrel of the gun turned to point at her instead of him, and he turned to look at Rose in dismay. âItâs okay. Just return to base,â she tried to comfort him. âNot without you.â He reached for his escrima, stopped short when the man snarled a warning. âEasy now. We wouldnât want anything to happen to her, now would we?âÂ
He was angry, she could tell that much. Angry at the guy for dangling their safety in front of each other like a carrot on a stick, and frustrated that she was now in the hands of a criminal, powers dampened and gun to her head. But he met her eyes and flicked his gaze quickly downwards and back, and she trusted him.Â
Raising one boot, Rose stomped down hard on the guyâs foot, and he cursed, staggering to the side. She saw Dick tense as his gun hand quivered, then there was a loud BANG, and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, the guy was on the ground, Jason was standing over him with one pistol smoking, and Dick was running to pull her into his arms.Â
âAre you okay?â he whispered. âAre you?â she shot back, frantically looking him up and down for injuries. âHow did he even catch you? For a second I thoughtâŠâ âIâm fine,â he reassured her as he unlocked the cuffs and let them drop. Then he pulled her in again and buried his face in her hair. âIâm just glad you are, too.âÂ
She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, ignoring Jasonâs exaggerated gagging, and pulled away to look him in the eye. âLetâs go home.â
âOh hell no Mr PlayerâŠI know how you go through girlfriendsâŠâ
ââŠI will NOT let you break my little sisterâs heart too!!!â

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Rosewing (a tired but content background character) and Oddity (a loner who has "much ado" and is very dedicated to the mission some starry cats gave her)
I forgot to mention that both Rosewing and Oddity are female lol
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Rosewing - A kind and introverted she-cat. Rosewing is happy with where she is, sure, life can be repetitive, especially in peaceful times, but itâs a good life to live. Rosewing will always put others before herself, always volunteering to help others, and many cats note her as being very polite and reserved, despite Rosewingâs helpful nature, she is certainly no extrovert, often not speaking unless needed, but itâs not out of unfriendliness, she just doesnât feel like she has anything worth saying, 14/10
Oddity - A determined and thoughtful she-cat. Oddity can often get lost in thought, once she starts fixating on one tiny little thing, it can open up her thoughts to a whole load of different topics. Oddity doesnât care what other cats think of her so she will often do things she enjoys that other loners might scoff at such as chasing butterflies or playing with feathers, she doesnât see a reason to not do these things that sheâs always enjoyed. Once Oddity has made her mind up about something, thereâs no stopping her, a small part of her things that these starry cats are just her imagination, but she knows in her heart that they are real, and she will not rest until the quest they sent her on is completed, 15/10
Rosekit is small but ready to take on the world!