All my Warriors AUs

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why would twigbranch try and poison jay's prey? I get him being a 'sinner' but wouldn't it be shadowpaw?

ok just logged back in to this acc, and dude, I made that au long before that book came out lmao.

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It’s a rewrite of smth I made a long time ago when the 3rd book of AVOS came out

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why would twigbranch try and poison jay's prey? I get him being a 'sinner' but wouldn't it be shadowpaw?

ok just logged back in to this acc, and dude, I made that au long before that book came out lmao.

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The Three (Chapter 3)

Ivypool jolted awake immediately as the words escaped from her mouth. Was Hollyleaf denying she come along? Shaking herself, she decided to return later, and began to trudge back to camp. She needed to be there for the vigil, and then she could search for her kin.

Sure enough, when she arrived, they were digging holes in the parts of territory. With a twinge of sadness, she realized that Squirrelflight was insisting her kits be buried together. 

“They would've wanted to be together,” she hissed. Her tail was clutched tightly around Leafpool, who was sobbing into her chest.

Ivypool turned her focus to the smallest hole being dug. Dovewing's grave. 

She was curled up in a ball near it. Dovewing's fur now neatly groomed, so unlike her when she was alive. The scarred she-cat almost wanted to mess it up again, just to get some sense of familiarity from her littermate again.

“I'll find you Dovewing,” Ivypool thought with determination. 

With a jolt, she realized Briarlight was dragging herself around the territory, holding a strange thing woven with brambles and twigs. Ivypool strained her head to look in, and realized that the thing was full of bright flowers, and the brown she-cat was passing them around quickly to the mourning clan. 

As Ivypool watched, Briarlight sat down by Jayfeather, and gently tucked a yellow rose, and she couldn't bring herself to ask what it meant. 

Turning silently, she carefully picked her sister by the scruff, and with her mother's help, carefully set her into the grave. 

Whitewing started scraping dirt back into it, and Ivypool joined her, shaking, and probably sobbing. Every other cat believed their loved ones were somewhere safe, but she knew better. 

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The Three AU Chapter 2

Ivypool pressed her nose to the cold water of the Moonpool. Almost immediately she was jerked into StarClan.  

Instantly a black she-cat with bright green eyes appeared before her instantaneously. She would have jumped back before, but all she cared about now was finding her sister.  

“Ivypool!” Hollyleaf's eyes stretched wide. “Thank Star-... Thank goodness you're here,” she ended awkwardly.

“Where's Dovewing?” Ivypool blinked. “I need to see her. And if I can't- can you at least tell me why that happened?”

Hollyleaf huffed angrily. “I wanted to guide my brothers here, but.. They told me no.” Her eyes burned with rage.

Ivypool stared at her, dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Apparently they weren't allowed in StarClan. They were dangerous. They're idiots! Lionblaze fought for the Clans and Jayfeather healed them! Dovewing helped her Clan be warned of the Dark Forest! They earned their place,” Hollyleaf sounded as if she'd said this multiple times, to StarClan themselves. “They've lied to the others, and now they've probably told them I've gone too.”

“So.. Where are they?” Ivypool asked tentatively. “What is beyond StarClan and the Dark Forest?”

“... I don't know,” Hollyleaf sighed. “All I know is I need to find them. They deserve company, they probably think they've been betrayed by their kin and…”

“I won't let you go alone. I'll come too.”

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21 and Fireheart :)

dang whats so popular abt that dude..

collapse- fall down and become unconscious, typically through illness or injury.

Fireheart looked coldly at the grey tabby she-cat standing in front of him. He didn't care to pay attention to what she was saying as he crouched.

Silverstream stopped, and narrowed her eyes for mere seconds before he sprang on her. She yowled furiously, and kicked at him awkwardly, her growing stomach slowing her usual quick attacks down.

The she-cat's kits who she had been so happy about would be what betrayed her in her final battle. Fireheart didnt hesitate to peirce her delicate and soft neck with his claws, and further went on to kick her dying body into the river. The same river Greystripe had crossed to meet his so called "beloved."

Silverstream's head bobbed up once, and her paleing eyes met his, and they screamed so many words, yet she herself seemed silently as she kicked at the water furiously, but it all eventually went silent, probably because she ran out of air.

Oh well. She deserved it, anyway. She was the reason of moons of quarrels between his once friend. With her gone, all was well.

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50 and Fireheart.

accost- to approach or address someone aggressively

Fireheart paced around the fence around the two leg den impatiently, wondering what could take his sister this long to come. Finally, she exitted, holding a young kitten in her jaws, snow-white and somehow not resembling their mother in the slightest.

“I want my kit to become a warrior,” Princess said proudly, raising her head as though she knew best.

Fireheart looked at her, clearly not taking her seriously. “That’s a kit, Princess. He’s too young, and clearly still needs milk from his mother. I’m not taking them.”

“He’ll be fine!” Princess said encouragingly. “Aren’t some cats in your Clan nursing? They can give him some, and you’ll help him be big and strong!”

He breathed heavily, and shot a cold glare at his littermate.

“...Has he any say in the matter?” Fireheart asked sharply. “Oh wait, you don’t need to answer. He’s a kit! Who knows if he wants this life, starving every other leafbare, losing friends and being judged by his clanmates for his own blood, for what he can’t control! Do you want to put all of this onto a kit that hasn’t even opened his eyes yet? Do you?”

Princess shrank back, fear crossing her face as Fireheart stepped closer with every word. She sank her claws into the fence behind her and scrambled up, and bolted to the small entrance in the door.

Fireheart stayed silent, and turned and padded back off to ThunderClan territory.

He had saved that kit, he was sure of it. No one would’ve taken him in, and anybody he knew had turned out to have no sort of loyalty to him, and he doubt that kit would’ve either.

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Twigpaw crawled quietly over to the center of the camp, her eyes gleaming with a raging fire.

“This is not the cat I raised,” Alderheart thought, his heart beating so hard he thought it might burst. Sparkpelt bristled next to him, but wrapped her tail around his shoulders.

“Twigpaw,” Bramblestar looked at her with disgust. “You've been accused of poisoning one of our medicine cats. There's evidence of you being a murderer,” he turned to look at Leafpool, “Do you mind..?”

Leafpool shook her head and delicately pushed forward a vole, of which berry juice was oh-so slowly oozing from. Alderheart bitterly remembered how Twigpaw had walked into the medicine den, proclaiming she had brought them some fresh-kill, in fact, she had gone out of her way to get their favorites.

Yet, only Jayfeather's had been spiked. She had spared Leafpool, Briarlight and Alderheart himself. Why? Why would his- she do this?

“I caught that,” Twigpaw said blankly.

Squirrelflight glanced towards Sparkpelt, and she nodded, confirming it.

“Did you add deathberries to it?” she asked quietly, despite clearly fully knowing the answer.

Twigpaw shifted on her paws and swivelled around to meet Alderheart's eyes. He looked down, unable to look at her.

As he finally looked up however, she had already turned away, and, with her gaze hardened, she looked the ThunderClan deputy right in the eye and said with the confidence of a cat who had no regret for their actions,

“Yes.”

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art for my au over at @alderbark

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Brink of Falling (Warriors AU name for the thing I mentioned): Name changes and new mentors

I’ll add onto this if I change more things

Twigbranch is Twigsnap.

Alderheart is Alderbranch.

Jayfeather is Jayflight.

Sparkpelt is Sparktail. (After Flametail in a way)

Thriftkit is Applekit

Flipkit is Beetlekit

Sparktail’s mentor is Brightheart. She deserves an apprentice. Violetshine’s mentor is Berrynose and Twigsnap’s is Fernsong.

Also I might kill off Violetshine in this au

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Decided to change this- Violetshine's mentor is Hollytuft, and Twigbranch's is Ivypool still.

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The Three AU

Ivypool turned to look at her sister as she took in the sight of the wrecked camp. Dovewing was gripping the ground tightly and her eyes were looking around frantically. “I feel like I'm going to die Ivypool,” she whimpered. Ivypool wrapped her tail around her. “It's probably nothing, you're just nauseous after the battle.”

Dovewing shook her head and went still.

“What more could I have done for the clan?” she murmured. Her eyes began to close and she collapsed. Ivypool let out a shriek of horror, and shook her sister. Her chest wasn't rising, she wasn't breathing.

She was dead.

She looked around, horrified. Lionblaze and Jayfeather had fallen too, and Leafpool and Squirrelflight swarmed their bodies in horror.

“They've lost all their kits,” Ivypool thought, her legs going numb. She was vaguely aware of Whitewing and Birchfall around her, but all she could look at was Dovewing's body. She looked so peaceful, her legs spread out as though wings. Why were they dead? They weren't wounded badly enough. They certainly weren't sick either, so why would StarClan call them up so early? None of the three did anything wrong, so why?

Ivypool wasn't aware the words were pouring out of her mouth until she felt the stares of her clanmates burning her pelt. She stared back wordlessly, and bolted to the camp exit, and her paws seemed to know where she was going.

The Moonpool. StarClan would have the answers, and if they didn't, she'd get them from Dovewing herself.

Au where the three died immediately after the great battle. They were no longer needed alive, and were a threat to StarClan's power.

Ivypool immediately grows spiteful of StarClan and searches for her sister's spirit to right the wrongs the stars inflicted

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Won't finish this-

Her mind wild with anger, she ran the opposite direction Dovepaw was headed, and rammed into a fluffy mound of ginger fur. She stumbled backwards and she heard a mew of apology coming from the cat. It was her grandmother Brightheart. She had played with her and Dovepaw when they were still in the nursery, and loved them tremendously.

(Ivypools pov)

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Feathertail AU

Feathertail sighed softly as Breezekit snuck away from the WindClan camp.

“Where to today Breeze?” she swept her tail above his thin pelt (he had taken much after Crowfeather pelt wise, it too seemed to be thin and ruffled all the time), padding at the same pace as him.

He of course did not answer her, only lead the way to the ThunderClan border stream.

“Aaand this is where the road trip should end, little one,” Feathertail poked him, and Breezekit flinched in surprise, most likely feeling a streak of warmth through him.

“ThunderClan..” Feathertail suddenly tensed as she felt the eyes of a cat on her. Leafpool. No, her eyes were on her and Breezekit. Breezekit tensed, and crouched down, close to the ground.

Leafpool blinked softly at him, recognizing him as Crowfeather's. “What are you doing out of camp? You're what, two moons old?”

“Three,” Breezekit hissed, and Feathertail admired his courage. And stubbornness. Another Crowfeather trait.

“You shouldn't be here,” Leafpool crouched down until she was his level, which wasn't very far. Breezekit was already getting tall.

“It's not your business!” he snapped. “Why do you care?”

The ThunderClan medicine cat didn't answer, and Feathertail knew she was close to crossing over. Fortunately, she didn't get the chance. Breezekit streaked back along the moor, and Feathertail made to go after him. Nightcloud was probably worried sick by now.

“Wait!” Leafpool called. “Feathertail!”

She looked at Leafpool impatiently. The ThunderClan medicine cat was… shaking with excitement at seeing her.

“Yes?” Feathertail looked behind her, trying to keep Breezekit in view.

“I haven't seen you for so long!” Leafpool smiled. “I hope you're doing well!”

“I am. Breezekit keeps me on my toes.”

Leafpool blinked, but didn't question her on it.

“I better follow him before he gets lost,” Feathertail sighed. “Bye Leafpool. Hope Squirrelflight's kits are doing well.”

With that, she bolted after Breezekit, and found him being scolded harshly by Crowfeather and smothered by Nightcloud, as per usual.

Just another day in Windclan.

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Art for one of my au’s over at @alderbark

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The Fallen

I've written in Jayfeather's, Dovewing's, and Hollyleaf's POV so I might as well write Lionblaze's. Evil Lionblaze AU I suppose

“Why,” Heathertail said, scorn lacing her voice. “Why must you be so cruel? You've killed me, for something I didn't even do.”

Lionblaze stared at her blankly, his throat dry.

“I have- had a family Lionblaze. I had my father, Onestar, my mother Whitetail, and my brothers, Harespring and Kestrelpaw. You've taken that all away from me. Are you proud? Are you proud of what you've done?”

Lionblaze shook his head and raced past her, but her voice echoed through the tunnels, and he could hear every word she uttered.

“How generous of you! Leaving me here! For a patrol to find my body. You are a foxhearted piece of dung, you hear me? You hear me?” Heathertail shrieked, her voice dying as he put more distance from her.

As soon as her voice was far, far away, he stopped and cleaned his claws of the blood clogged underneath. He had the catmint. His Clan would be saved, and that was the most important thing of all.

***

Jaypaw accepted the catmint happily, not asking any questions. He may be good at picking up secrets and lies, but it appeared he truly trusted his siblings not to hide anything from him. It was almost funny that he himself had hid everything from them.

But Lionblaze needed this blind trust to be upheld, he knew if Jaypaw found out, Hollyleaf would, and who knows what would happen if she did. She knew the warrior code like her pawpads, and followed it fiercely. Jaypaw cared considerably less, but he wasn't so sure that he would take kindly to him having killed Heathertail.

There was no way to tell them without something going wrong.

What's so wrong about one white lie?

***

He was more furious than he could ever remember. Squirrelflight had lied to them. Lied, lied, lied. She had never cared for them, she loved them as much as she loved a piece of moon old crowfood.

He felt ready to tear her apart. But he didn't want his siblings to see him do it. And personally, he felt like he should see if StarClan sends her their wrath.

What goes around comes around.

***

It had to be done. Ashfur would've ruined His littermate's lives. It would have ruined ThunderClan's reputation.

It was for the best.

***

The son of a medicine cat and a WindClan warrior.

He didn't belong in the Clan. He wasn't supposed to be born. This newfound fury burned inside him, muck like the flames that had burned his pelt when he covered his siblings from the flames Ashfur had sought to kill them with.

This fury was what had made him howl the truth to the Clans. He didn't care about the look that crossed Leafpool's usually soft face, the face he had inherited from the traitor. He didn't care about Squirrelflight, how she looked around wildly as if she expected the sky to come crashing down, as if it too would fall like her web she had surrounded them all with. He didn't care for the scared looks his littermates gave him. He had saved them, he had saved them all.

He screamed at his littermates. They looked at him like this was the first time they have ever noticed him. They didn't understand. He was a villain in their nearsighted view of the world. He runs into the tunnels, and he felt nothing but heavy rocks crushing into him, breaking him.

Superstrength can only help you so much.

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The one was weak. She was delicate and small, if you hurt her once, you've shattered her.

He could've put her in her place. She could've filled his mold. But she was being apprenticed to Hollyleaf, and he knew if he lay one claw on her he would be truly and even more utterly dead.

But her sister, Ivypaw, was one overlooked by both Hollyleaf and the One. They would fight for her fiercely of course, but they couldn't, not if they had no idea what he was doing with her.

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I am never going to finish this so here's an au where Leafpool makes Crowfeather take Hollyleaf and Lionblaze to WindClan but keeps Jayfeather bc she's kind of weird like that. This is just an excerpt from a gathering.

Jaypaw huffed as his mother dragged him over to a WindClan tom and three apprentices, as she was unsatisfied with the way he was acting, all slouched over.

“Hello Crowfeather. How's Nightcloud doing?” Squirrelflight dipped her head almost mockingly to the tom who was apparently called Crowfeather. He did the same, and one of the apprentices piped up, “Who're they?”

Jaypaw was sure that they were the tom's kits, they smelled similar to each other.

“This is Squirrelflight and her son, Jaypaw,” Crowfeather answered, notably not answering Squirrelflight's question, but Jaypaw didn't really notice.

“Why're his eyes like that?” One of the tom apprentices muttered, as expected.

“Breezepaw!” The she-cat shoved this Breezepaw roughly. “You can't speak to him like that, especially when he's right in front of you!”

“Hollypaw! Breezepaw! Shut it!” Their father snapped.

Squirrelflight stiffened, and Jaypaw nearly shrank in pity for the two. Crowfeather glared at Breezepaw, he could feel the sting of anger clearly in the air.

“Hi!” the other tom, the one whose name Jaypaw still did not know, burst. He sounded eager, and far too happy in his opinion. “My names Lionpaw!”

He seemed to melt the tenseness that surrounded them like brambles and calmness broke through. It was almost unsettling how quickly it happened. Lionpaw blabbered on and Hollypaw and Breezepaw also joined in after a moment of hesitancy. Crowfeather and Squirrelflight turned away from them to whisper about whatever older cats talked about.

“So what is wrong with you anyway?” Breezepaw muttered after a while. “Breezepaw, didn't Crowfeather already tell you to shut up?” Hollypaw snapped hotly before turning back to Jaypaw. “Sorry about him. He's always been a mousebrain. Recently it's because he's been mooning over Harepaw.”

Jaypaw's tail twitched as Breezepaw aimed a blow at Hollypaw before Lionpaw yanked him backwards with a smile.

“Harepaw?” Jaypaw blinked. “Isn't that Kestrelpaw's...brother?”

All of them froze suddenly in surprise, but before they could say a word, the gathering began. Jaypaw scooched away from them as they sat, but Lionpaw noticed and moved closer to him, to his dismay.

“How do you know Kestrelpaw?” Lionpaw tilted his head curiously. “He certainly hasn't mentioned meeting you. Although he is a bit quiet.”

“I-” “I can't hear!” Berrypaw whined, swooping in next to him. Jaypaw groaned as Berrypaw squished next to him.

Great. Two annoying toms on both sides of me.

He had to sit like that while the leader's talked, but he managed to sneak away once they stopped their chatter. Only to nearly bump right into Leafpool. He hadn't heard her, with her pawsteps barely making a sound as they brushed the island floor.

Leafpool brushed her tail along his back. “Did you meet anyone?”

She still talked to him like he were a kit. Not even his mother was that embarrassing.

“Kind of,” he shrugged. “Hollypaw, Lionpaw and a mousebrain who was too busy wondering why my eyes were messed up.”

“Ah..” Regret pulsed from her in waves, yet she continued speaking in a calm, clear voice.

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The Flowers Smell Nice Today- (Warrior Cats)

Summary: Dovewing finds it hard to be a warrior sometimes, being blinded to the world she once knew. When that happens, she helps Jayfeather with his duties.

I.E.- Dovewing’s having a bad moon or two.

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Dovewing Fic

I wanted to write in Dovewing's POV so here!

“I don't like this. At all,” Dovewing murmured. “It feels really bad to now be... useless to our clan.” She clutched onto her ears. “Why couldn't we just keep doing what we always had? Why did they have to be taken away?”

Jayfeather answered dully. “It's probably for the best. I don't think the other clans would've liked if ThunderClan had a short but potential spy, a mind reader and an invincible warrior.”

Lionblaze only nodded, and it made Dovewing's heart twist and caused her to briefly ignore the slight on her height. They had taken the loss of their sister harshly, becoming more secluded each day. And now the loss of their powers.. She felt almost a bit more unwelcome with them now then she had in the start, Dovewing wasn't nearly as close to them as Hollyleaf had been. She was close with them, but not that close. They were littermates, their bonds were obviously meant to be tied with their sister, not their younger and wimpier cousin.  

But then again, she was just playing the victim card. They were grieving, she knew that they were allowed to.  She bounced up and giggled mischievously.

“I don't think you can call me short when I'm taller than the shortest and scrawniest tom in ThunderClan,” Dovewing's eyes twinkled with hope as Lionblaze snorted with laughter while Jayfeather hissed in exasperation.

“The second you got taller than me,” he muttered under his breath. “Also the second I lost all hope in reality.”

“There's still Hazeltail,” Lionblaze pointed out. “That is, if she doesn't get a growth spurt.” Jayfeather glared at him before sighing.

“She got one. Last sunrise.”

Dovewing bit back a snort of laughter. Jayfeather was officially the shortest cat in the whole clan. It was very amusing, as he would now be recognised by her as a small ball of anger.

“Dovewing, no,” Jayfeather poked her face. “I am not small.”

“I beg to differ,” Lionblaze smirked. “You were scrawny and small the moment you were born.”

Jayfeather seemed to have given up on arguing, and just laid in self pity as she and Lionblaze lamented about how short and small he was and how it made him seem so nonthreatening.

“Hey,” Ivypool appeared from the bushes and slowly walked to Dovewing. “Whitewing really wants to… talk with you.”

She seemed uncomfortable in the others presence, and Jayfeather seemed to be looking straight at her.

“Okay!” Dovewing said, keeping up the bubbly persona as to pretend to not have noticed. “Lead the way.”

“Bye Dovewing,” Lionblaze waved his tail in farewell while Jayfeather merely nodded. She waved her tail in farewell and bounced after her littermate.

“So, you’re still with Bumblestripe?” Ivypool sniffed as they moved along the forest, not hesitating to hide her distaste. “Didn’t he really mess with you, and like, pressure you into it? Is he really better than Tigerheart?”

“Yes, he did do all of that. And maybe even Tigerheart was a better choice” Dovewing responded carefully. “But he won’t give up. And if being his mate makes him happy, I’ll risk my own. For a while. Don’t worry, I will stop it once it gets worse.”

“If you say so,” Ivypool reached to a stop. “She’s over here. Please hear her out on some of it Dovewing, I know you probably won’t like it, but try to understand where she's coming from.”

Okay, that doesn’t get my hopes too high.

Dovewing nodded and moved towards her mother. Whitewing turned towards her, eyes kind and understanding.

“It’s nice to see you,” Whitewing smiled. “I really haven’t seen much of you lately, as you’re always off with Lionblaze and Jayfeather one way or another.” There was no scorn, only a bit of hurt in her voice.

Dovewing blinked. “Well, they’re my friends, and I like to believe I’m theirs as well.”

“Yes, but you also seem to be neglecting Ivypool, and your mate…”

Dovewing blinked rapidly, shocked. “I don't mean to! Ivypool never seemed upset. Do you think I-”

She sighed. “Do you… like Bumblestripe? You never seem to be close to him, and he is your mate after all.”

Not by my choice.

Dovewing hummed. “Is that all you wished to tell me?” She tried to keep her ears from twitching impatiently, not keen to discuss her mate with her mother of all cats.

“Yes,” Whitewing said, and with the dismissal Dovewing bounded away, back to camp where she could surely get away from Bumblestripe by hiding in the elder's den with her friend, Purdy.