8 will arise, stars in their claws.

and the clans will never be the same. (blog for Cosmo's warrior cats oc au, The Cursed New 8)

[cursed-new-8-au]

"It's alright."

Southsecret whispered this to himself as he looked around him. A forced smile parted his face. Blood dripped down his muzzle onto the ground. No one's violent thoughts would plauge him anymore if everyone around him was gone, right?

"I am here"

Juicebox's paws trembled as he cried. "You're useless. You're just a weak little kittypet." He mewed between sobs. Everyone's thoughts where so loud, and when he covered his ears, they would scream louder and louder until he started to believe them.

"Everything's alright."

Plumheart's claws tore through Pouncestar, not even giving the windclan leader a chance to attack. She needed to get this over with as soon as possible. Seeing a possible opening, she bit down on Pouncestar's neck. The black cat let out a yowl before collapsing.

"Feels weird, but calm"

Mothshade's muscles locked up as she found herself looking through Plumheart's eyes. Plumheart looked down at her claws, and Mothshade saw the fresh blood glistening. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. All she could do was watch.

"I wanna hear"

Moonset staggered through the forest, eyes cloudy. His face was stained with tears, and fresh wounds cut through his fur. He would bleed out soon if he didn't get herbs quick enough. But before he could, his vision went black as he passed out.

"It's alright."

Apollo screamed at the sky, starry mist gushing out of his mouth. He wasn't just born with the stars in his claws, but the stars infecting his mind like some sort of sickness. A sickness without a cure. A sickness that he suffered alone.

"Oh i, oh, i-"

Victor laid low in the shadows, blood flowing around him. From far away, you probably couldn't even make out his fur color. His face had an unreadable expression, like he wasn't phased by the aura of fear he carried around himself or the death around him.

"I'll think of something, it's alright."

Sunny's claws flexed, stress overtaking her young mind. Her tail lashed with anger. Her mouth was pulled back in a snarl, but she was completely silent. She didn't feel alright. Nothing was alright.

[cursed-new-8-au]

how much you have planned for this au so far? :D

not much really!!! I just came up with it and was like "👁👄👁" so uh. Yeah

Im trying to integrate Pouncestar into this au, but they won't be much of a thing because the protagonists are trying to overcome their curses

[cursed-new-8-au]

ASKS R OPEN u can ask me shit about this au

[umbralundertaker]

OK SO UH this au was inapired by the "It's Alright" multi animator project, its basically where starclan cursed the New 8. Southsecret is constantly plauged by the violent and intrusive thoughts of everyone around him, Juicebox can always hear what everyone thinks about him, Plumheart has an overwhelming urge to murder, Mothshade can see through the eyes of the other prophecy cats but not at her own will, Moonset is VERY weak, Apollo knows so much about starclan that he has an existential crisis every 3 minutes /hj, Victor is strong as fuck and does not see the value of life, and Sunny can feel what Quickbird feels x100. Basically, god fucks up some kids lives

OOOOOOO that is prime prime angst material!!! id love to see more of that!

[dayglare]

"It's alright."

Southsecret tried to tell himself this, but his and everyone else's thoughts always made it hard to focus on it for very long. His claws had not spilt blood, but he swore he could smell it around him and taste it in his mouth. Looking up at the sky, he screamed to the stars.

But no sound escaped.