Somedays I feel like I’m better off without anyone and being a hermit.
I constantly feel like I’m uninvited around anyone, even with my relationships.
I feel unwelcomed everywhere I go and I’m not allowed to exist anywhere outside of my room.
I feel like people are just tolerating me out of obligation.
They don’t actually like me for me.
They don’t like I struggle socially, they don’t like I’m not skinny or hairless, they don’t like that I struggle with my hygiene, they don’t like that I carry a plush with me everywhere I go, they don’t like I don’t have a plastic-filled face free of acne and oils, they don’t like that I don’t like wearing bras because they feel uncomfortable.
They’re ashamed of me.
They wish that I would go away forever and never talk to them so they could forget about me.
They think I’m a useless leech because I don’t want to get my license or get more hours at work.
They only keep me around for my social security.
They wish that I would just leave and rot alone in my bed.
Summary: FirePaw has a personal talk with her adoptive mom.
Tag’s: warrior cats, warrior cats ocs, warrior cats fanfiction, gender crisis, talks about gender and pronouns, family dynamics, mom and daughter talk, gender dysphoria, gender confusion and identity, short fic, family bonding.
Author’s note: (juicy June & mascot March prompts by @thepromptfoundry) (dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics & @dividers-are-us) side note: NewtPelt is trans-Masculine and still goes by she/her pronouns and takes the kitty equivalent of T
FirePaw focused her attention on the round orange fruit in front of her.
Her magenta gaze glowing faintly.
The fruit tree had started sprouting fruit a quarter-moon ago, the oranges fully ripened.
The fruit lying in front of her having been knocked out of its branch by a buck.
Staring at the citrus fruit like it held all the answers to all the questions she had in her life.
It was big as a small rabbit; how can something like this once been nothing more than a tiny white flower turn into something like this in just two seasons?
What happened to make this happen?
How can something be one thing turn into something completely different in such a short amount of time?
“FirePaw!” She heard her mom calling out her name, carrying a cod on her back.
“Coming mom!” She yelled back, giving the orange one last quick glance before going back to her mother.
“Got any good herbs?” NewtPelt asked her in an easy-going manner, her dark blue eyes sparkling.
“Well, I found daffodils” FirePaw replied.
“Sweet!” NewtPelt purred - bumping her head against FirePaw’s.
FirePaw returning the affection with a soft purr.
“Hey mom?” FirePaw asked, her tail flickering like a sparking flame.
“Yeah? What is it?” NewtPelt replied.
“Have you ever wondered…..what made you become like this? Like- what happened?”.
NewtPelt turned her head in confusion.
“What do you mean by that?” She inquired, her ears folded back in confusion.
“Like- what made you identify as masculine? Was it something that slowly formed over the years? Or one day it just clicked?”.
NewtPelt’s ears rose back up - her gaze turning gentle.
“This is out of nowhere, where did this come from?” NewtPelt asked with a soft chuckle.
“It’s just that….I’ve been thinking - thinking about myself. Wondering if I should change or not” FirePaw’s eyes drifted down to the ground.
Her claws dug into the mud and smoking.
“Who says that you should change?” NewtPelt asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“What I’m saying mom is….should I be a boy?” FirePaw squeaked out - turning her attention to the small puddle next to her.
“I keep feeling like I’m too masc to be a girl…..Like I’m pretending to be something I’m not…”.
Her reflection became distorted by the rippling of the water.
A swirling mass of red, black, white, and pink.
“Oh sweetheart, is that what’s bothering you?” “Yeah….”.
NewtPelt looked at her daughter with a worried look.
“Honey- masc and femme aren’t mutually exclusive. You don’t have to identify as a tom to be masc! I mean- look at me!”.
FirePaw let out a small laugh “yeah…. You made a point there”.
NewtPelt placed her paw on FirePaw’s shoulder.
“I know what it’s like honey. Discovering your identity is never easy, it took me four moons after my graduation ceremony to realize that I was transmasc. And it took your father to realize that he was transfemme nearly an entire year”.
“Really?”.
“Yeah, really”.
FirePaw’s ears rose back up with interest.
“Well- how did you know that you were transmasc?” She inquired.
“Cats your age are more naturally curious than cats my age - including things like gender n’ stuff”.
“I had a feeling that I wasn’t cis for a while during my apprentice days. But back then I thought that you had to transition to ‘qualify’ as trans, and I didn’t feel comfortable with that idea”.
“But thanks to my mentor and a few other apprentices. I realized that I was actually trans masculine, and I didn’t have to shove myself into a pointless box”.
“Does that mean that I might be trans masculine too?” FirePaw questioned “If you feel that’s what’s right for you; other than that, you can still identify as a molly and be masculine”.
“Thanks mom” FirePaw smiled, her eyes developing a subtle sparkle.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart” NewtPelt replied back.
Pressing her nose against her daughter’s forehead.
Both purring softly.
“Now come on, before we end up bringing a rotten fish to camp!”.
A Drabble for @thepromptfoundry’s Juicy June prompt: Strawberry 🍓
(Divider by @thanathecreator)
Word Count: 499
Romance has been strange and contraindicative for CattleFeather.
Sure, she knew what romance was - she wasn’t naive or stupid.
It’s kind of hard not to know when most cats your age talked about their crushes or mates.
And she realized that she was a lesbian halfway through her apprenticeship.
But something about romantic love felt fleeting and puzzling; like finding a tiny butterfly in an ever-expanding flower-field.
Catching a flying bird midair.
It cycled again and again like the sun and moon - always changing through phases.
Some days it was almost overwhelming, some days it was a flickering flame, and other days it was completely gone.
It was honestly frustrating, why can’t her heart make up its mind!?
Maybe she was overthinking things again.
It’s not like it’s a life or death problem.
And she was the sole healer for the clan, she had more worrisome woes to deal with!
HoneyDew just had kittens and FrostSpike had sprained his ankle - again!
But there was this molly that kept floating in the back of her mind.
She was the clans cleric, but you wouldn’t know that with her appearance.
She was large and muscular - front legs of that of a sharp-tooth.
Scars slicing across her pelt.
Her face hidden behind a polished bull skull that added an air of mystery to the giant molly.
CattleFeather didn’t know where she came from, she just appeared with a blood soaked hide in the middle of leaf-fall.
She rarely spoke a word, only whispers to her apprentice.
At first CattleFeather ignored the Molly’s presence, focusing on her role in the clan.
Only interacting with her with Star-Clan related topics.
Over time, CattleFeather found herself warming up to the strange molly.
Even though she had a silent tongue she was a good cat to lend an ear to you.
Not minding when CattleFeather voiced her worries from that day or simply wanted someone to lay next to.
Today, she was sunbathing in one of the more flatter parts of the mountain, surrounded by flowering strawberry stalks.
Some of which were already forming fruit.
The day was silent except for the gentle breeze and tweeting birds.
The black patches of her fur absorbing the suns rays like the plants around her.
Purring like a tiger with her eyes closed in bliss.
Her ears twitching at the sound of talking cats nearby.
She lifted her head up to see who it was and saw it was BullBranch and QuickPaw.
Talking about everyday things but it was QuickPaw doing most of the talking - unsurprisingly.
Except- BullBranch didn’t have her skull mask on.
Giving CattleFeather a full view of her face.
She had scuffed up cheek fur, twisted whiskers, tired flame orange eyes, and many scars that told many stories.
She honestly looked beautiful with all those ripe bright red strawberries framing her face; a beautiful sight indeed.
She couldn’t help but purr more, her heart going *thump-thump*.
Wait- was she falling in love?
if you guys are curious, here’s the the allegiances of Apple-Clan🍎
Apple-Clan
Leader: TulipStar - a short-haired dusty soft brown smoke pelt patterned they-cat with sea-green eyes, and raspberry red markings. A deep scar runs from their shoulders to their head. (Confident/Caring) (they/them)
Deputy: MantisBird - a shamrock green agouti ticked tabby they-cat with purple eyes (Sincere/Loving) (leaf/leafself)
Medicine cat: CattleFeather - a short-haired black & white shorthair she-cat with greenish teal eyes and a stubbed tail. (Shy/Anxious) (she/her)
Cleric: BullBranch - a long-haired reddish brown white tortoiseshell she-cat with flame orange eyes. (Cold/Bloodthirsty) (she/her)
Warriors: MountainRoar - a black and crocodile green tortoiseshell she-cat with low-white markings and grey eyes. Along with a missing ear (Cheerful/Prim) (she/they/he)
StumpyBeetle - a greyish brown calico he-cat with violet eyes (Patient/Dependable) (he/shiny)
PlumGorse - a golden medium-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with burgundy eyes (Friendly/Bratty) (she/her)
FrostSpike - a long-haired white and dark chocolate brown braided tabby he-cat with marine blue eyes (Clumsy/Clever) (he/him)
MangoFall - an apricot orange bushy-tailed calico tabby they-cat with electric lime green eyes (Clingy/Fearful) (color/it)
BeanShade - a silver smoke pelt patterned he-cat with candy red eyes (Inquisitive/Energetic) (he/she)
PeachMeadow - a ruby red sepia point she-cat with one pink eye and one chocolate brown eye (Peppy/Loyal) (she/petal/floral/blossom)
BerryFlank - a golden brown color point he-cat with grass green eyes (Cocky/Imaginative) (he/they)
PearWater - a greyish brown and leaf green marbled tabby they-cat with celeste blue eyes (Pessimistic/Strange) (zhey/zhem)
BlackSand - a short-haired black and tan calico they-cat with dark purple eyes (Stubborn/Rowdy) (any pronouns)
JuniperBelly - a medium-haired coral pink and sky blue tortoiseshell he-cat with charcoal black eyes (Lazy/Honest) (he/him)
Apprentices: PeppermintPaw - a long-haired dark brown and white stripped they-cat with jungle green eyes (Brave) (Mentor: FrostSpike) (swirl/swirlself)
QuickPaw - a dark brown mink point they-cat with blue eyes and low white markings (Worshipful) (Mentor:BullBranch) (they/them)
Queens: LavenderStorm - a golden mink point he-cat with amethyst purple eyes (Courteous/Disciplined) (currently expecting) (he/him)
HoneyDew - a short-haired golden brown calico tabby she-cat with dark silver eyes (Encouraging/Imaginative) (just gave birth) (she/her)
Elders: ShiningRose - a cream mink point she-cat with charcoal black eyes (Apathetic/Inquisitive) (she/her)
GreenSpirit - a red long-haired they-cat with turquoise eyes (Temperamental/Loyal) (they/it)
ThunderBriar - a pale ginger tortoiseshell he-cat with baby blue eyes (Loud/Quick-Footed) (any pronouns)
Kits: KiwiKit - a dark grey and black he-cat with lemonade pink eyes (Quiet) (Parents: HoneyDew & an unknown he-cat)
CherryKit - a carmine red and white tortoiseshell she-cat with basil green eyes (Bossy) (Parents: HoneyDew & an unknown he-cat)
HuckleberryKit - a sandy grey calico tabby she-cat with dark silver eyes (Sassy) (Parents: HoneyDew & an unknown he-cat)
BananaKit - a golden brown tortoiseshell tabby he-cat with violet eyes (Playful) (Parents: HoneyDew & an unknown he-cat)
Summary: HornetStripe & FennelStar make smoothies together while kit-sitting the clans kits.
Tag’s: third-person POV, warrior cats, the cats are anthro, warrior cats OC’s, just a silly little fic about making smoothies together, sibling bonding, really short fic, babysitting.
Author’s note: (juicy June prompt by @thepromptfoundry) (dividers by @thanathecreator, @cursed-carmine, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)
Word Count: 331
HornetStripe’s wings hummed loudly as he hovered over the swamp waters, his arms full of bananas.
Having to wrestle a bunch of rodents to get them.
He swore they would go crazy for these fruits the moment they were ripe.
“I got the sugar, FennelStar!” He heard FishKit voice call out, the silver-y gray and white tabby running across the lake houses porch.
Clutching the container of the powdery substance.
Her brother -BlizzardKit- holding an ice tray and trying his best to keep the cubes frozen in the bayou humid heat.
The other two kits -SnailKit and WebKit- were next to FennelStar who was still figuring out the blender.
“Hey guys!” HornetStripe said, announcing his presence.
“I got the bananas!” He held out his arms; showing the yellow fruit to the kits.
The kits cheered excitedly; FishKit rushed over to take some of the weight.
Holding it up like it was a trophy.
”We need the whipped cream!” WebKit said to FennelStar, taking the ice tray from BlizzardKit.
HornetStripe dropped the bananas on the counter - FennelStar grabbing one and got to work peeling it.
The kits following suit.
“Can we add chocolate chips too!?” SnailKit asked “I want strawberries with mine!” FishKit added.
“Okay, jeez- slow down kits!” FennelStar chuckled, shoving three already peeled bananas into the blender.
Followed by BlizzardKit and WebKit adding in the necessary whipping cream and ice.
The blenders loud whirring sound filling the kitchen.
The ingredients quickly becoming an ice cream like texture.
When it was finished the kits surrounded it; waiting patiently for their glasses to be filled.
FishKit had hers lined with sliced strawberries, dazzled with strawberry syrup.
SnailKit had layered theirs with chocolate chips, topping it with rainbow sprinkles.
WebKit drizzled his with honey and nuts.
And BlizzardKit had his with mint shavings and marshmallows.
The kits eyes sparkled with joy, electrical sparks emitting from SnailKit’s tail.
“Thank you, HornetStripe and FennelStar!” The kits said cheerfully.
“You’re welcome guys” FennelStar smiled - purring softly.
The whole “reading someone’s diary to embarrass them” trope is so weird (specially if it’s some sort of teen drama) because if someone read someone’s diary in reality, you’ll either end up
