#bristleblaze

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Baby days

Bristleblaze and Avery as carefree kits with nothing to worry about

@ambitiousauthor

Base: Kit bases by FlyingWithFire on DeviantArt

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@ambitiousauthor yeah so began writing discussing the situation before realizing it was the actual separation that was to be written.... part 2 is open for anyone to write, that can be the actual...heist? =========================== “What’s this about?” Jackdawfoot asked, struggling to hold back a yawn. Fungichomp had sent word for them, Myrtlewing, Alderstar, Bristleblaze, Aloemist, Gorsebriar, and Peanutfur to gather together as soon as they could.

“I’m worried,” Fungichomp told them, facing the half-circle they formed around him. His fur itched with impatience. “Cherrystar is going to have kits.” The she-cat had spoken to him the other day, briefly letting him know that he should expect another addition to his daycare. 

“Good for her?” Bristleblaze narrowed his eyes at Fungichomp as though he were stupid.

“Cherrystar is a kit-killer. Those victims included her own.”

“Her own?” Gorsebriar echoed in disbelief.

“How horrible!” Aloemist exclaimed, fur bristling to match with the prickles in her skin.

“Why?” Jackdawfoot asked roughly. Fungichomp expected him, more than anyone, to be the one to ask that question. 

“Some sort of sacrifice, I think,” Fungichomp responded. Between living his own life and watching the kits, he hadn’t had much time to watch over what the living cats had been doing, but he saw enough to know that Cherrystar couldn’t be left alone with a kit.

“If it’s a thing she did for Starclan, she probably won’t do it again, not here,” Aloemist put in thoughtfully.

“I wouldn’t take the risk,” Gorsebriar told her. “What if she thinks killing a Dark Kit will get her into Starclan?”

“Right,” Peanutfur agreed. “Or she could take the anger of her failures out on it.”

Fungichomp cleared his throat. “Okay, so, we’re in agreement that that situation isn’t safe. How are we going to get Applekit out?”

“I don’t see why we have to,” Myrtlewing put in, nonchalantly picking at his claws.

“She’s a kit-killer,” Fungichomp repeated more emphatically. 

Myrtlewing nodded, but if he hadn’t heard what was discussed before, he didn’t seem any more alert now. “And the problem is…?”

“That she could kill the kits,” Bristleblaze said with a deep exhale.

“Right,” Myrtlewing nodded again. “And the problem is…?”

“Myrtlewing, you twink!” Fungichomp just barely snapped. “Alderstar, silence your shimmer, please.”

Alderstar’s eyes narrowed defensively, and Fungichomp began to wonder if he should prepare for attack. Then Alderstar laughed instead and knocked his shoulder against Myrtlewing, who seemed more bothered by Alderstar’s silent teasing than Fungichomp’s comment–another relief.

“What’s the pattern?” Myrtlewing asked.

“What?” 

“Killers have patterns,” Myrtlewing said as though it were obvious. Here, it probably should be. “What age does she target? If she never killed anyone below two moons old, just take her when she drops the things off at your area. She should be safe until then. Or,” he added, “find out how to make it so that her kits don’t fit her profile.”

Fungichomp listened with pricked ears, and remembered why Myrtlewing was brought to these meetings in spite of his…less than favourable thoughts on kit death, or death in general. “I’ll have to look into that,” Fungichomp thought aloud. “But it would have to be quickly, before they’re born.”

“Great.” Myrtlewing stood and stretched, his legs shaking. “Fun to be part of team kitnappers.”

“We’re not kitnapping anyone!” Bristleblaze hissed.

“Right,” Alderstar scratched his ear. “Just taking a kit away from their parent.”

“For their safety,” Fungichomp growled. “And nothing needs to be done yet. We just need to keep an eye on her.”

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--btw Ferndoe is with the kits, which is why Jackdawfoot is here instead of her.

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Oh no imagine Kindlepaw seeing Bristleblaze for the first time

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Bye-Bye Berries (short story)

Webstripe was far away enough that the Streamlands in which he resided in were no longer in view. The hot steam that formed within it faded away, and he fluffed out his striped coat against the chill of the rest of the Dark Forest, glaring at the sky as a rise in wind pinched at his skin.

It would only be a short trip to the border to fetch minnows and back, or it would be if the distance from his land to the border wasn’t practically sixteen Clan territories apart. Then the wind, blowing from behind his back, stopped. Webstripe was relieved until he felt something furry press against him. “Hello little Web.”

Webstripe didn’t move, just barely gulped. “Uhm. Hello Bristleblaze.”

“Heard you got another cat knocked up.”

“Oh, did I?” Webstripe’s heart sped. Whenever cats started conversations like that, it never ended well for Webstripe. And Bristleblaze was huge!

“A lonely one,” Bristleblaze grunted. “Who probably didn’t mention that she’s my friend.” 

Oh no. Oh no oh no. Webstripe took a step away, slowly and praying that it wouldn’t be noticed. But while he was watching Bristleblaze over his shoulder, a cold paw touched his own, outstretched one, and his head snapped back to meet Avery. 

“Mine too,” the ginger-and-white tom said. 

Webstripe looked at one then the other, then repeated again. “She-cats come to me, alright? They want kits!--Ahh!”

Bristleblaze had dug his claws into Webstripe’s tail “They also tend to want a loving mate and father to their kits,” he spoke calmly, but the tone of a snarl rolled off of his tongue just the same as if it had rumbled through his throat. 

Webstripe’s fear and defensiveness grew. He bristled. “What do you want me to do? Cats have urges! They choose to come to me!”

“For love, not a hit-it and quit-it,” Avery grunted.

A paw slammed down harder onto Webstripe’s tail. He screeched, and instinctively jumped, but couldn’t go anywhere. Before he could complain or try to fight back, Avery had moved forward and placed his claws on Webstripe’s lower belly. “You’re right,” he said dangerously. “Some cats do come to you. Sometimes they do it because they don’t care, or you’re nothing more than a method of getting kits, but sometimes–most of the time, I think, you trick them.”

“I don’t–”

“You know what he’s talking about, so shut up,” Bristleblaze cut in.

Webstripe snapped his jaws shut.

“You say that you don’t, but you do. You allow them to fall for you. You do things with them and don’t even warn them that you won’t stick around if something happens. You don’t even break it to them gently. You just leave. You do it all the time. Do you enjoy it? Hurting them? Breaking their hearts?”

“I–”

But they didn’t really want him to speak. Bristleblaze cuffed his ear roughly, making it ring.

“So how about a deal?” Avery suggested. “You stick to toms and she-cats who have made it clear that they don’t want you to stick around if anything happens. And if we find out that another she-cat got knocked up thinking that their mate would be there to support them–” he dug his claws in deeper–”It’s bye-bye berries.”

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--Wrote it more seriously than I normally write joke stories!

--Avery and Bristle belong to @ambitiousauthor

--Web belongs to @starfalcon555

--The baby-maker has to fight with the nut-slayer at some point, right? And we can’t just get rid of all babies for Web. That’s his whole thing. But this seems reasonable, right? Hopefully he won’t do something stupid, right?

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Twoleg profile!

Timothy Koshkov:

missing left arm from forearm down

SEVERE ailurophobia

Light blond hair

Works as a lumberjack

Habitually wears a red flannel with the sleeves rolled up

Known for having a temper

Was mauled by Amberspark when he was four years old, later, at age 23, he witnessed Lionclaw run into a woodchipper.

Ironically, his parents owned Nutmeg and Bristleblaze, but they gave Nutmeg away to their friend after Tim was attacked.

Tim used to (try to) carry Bristleblaze around the house, and talk loudly about his day at daycare. Bristleblaze didn’t mind, and always tried to purr extra loud when Tim was holding him, bc it made Tim laugh.

When Bristleblaze went missing, Tim cried for weeks and kept asking where Sweetheart (Bristle’s kittypet name was Sweetheart) went

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Dark Forest Resident: Hoppaw

Aliases / Nicknames: Stumpy, Threeleg,

Gender: trans mollie

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed biological mother, unnamed biological father, Almondsnow (adoptive mother), Daisypatch (adoptive father)

Other Relations: Silvervine (mentor)

Clan: Cliffclan

Rank: apprentice

Characteristics: targets her bullies in fits of anger, missing right foreleg, has anger issues

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: pushing off cliff

Known Victims: Burrpaw, Snowpaw, Pikapaw, Hawkpaw

Victim Profile: bullies

Cause of Death: blunt force trauma, fell off cliff

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

She couldn’t help being born with three paws instead of four. The medicine cat had told her that when she was a kit, Starclan had tried to take all of her, but only managed to take one leg.

She didn’t know her real parents either, which stung when she was surrounded by kits born from loving polys.

These things made her different. An easy target for bullies.

and it only got worse when Fawnstar’s second litter became apprentices.

They were--put plainly--royal pains.

Pikapaw was like their parent, snippy, loud, and overly reactive.

His siblings followed his example, and they all mimicked her at some point.

They picked on her during sparring, making sure to target the side where she couldn’t defend.

She made up for her missing leg with viciousness, getting meaner to mask how much it hurt.

Her mentor, Silvervine, tried to speak gently with her in the hopes that it would settle in her heart, but it was no use.

It came to a head one day on the cliffs, when Pikapaw had joked about her being named “Threeleg.”

She had had enough, and rushed the group, though she only managed to hit Pikapaw, shoving them both over the edge.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--She swears like a sailor.

-She gets adopted in the DF by Bristleblaze and Avery.

-Her family’s names came from Clangen.

--Colour wise, she’s a flame point

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Webstripe moment

Bristleblaze sits in the distance, eyes glowing red in case Webstripe dares move

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I want you to know that I actually laughed out loud at this in the middle of the night and potentially scared those sleeping around me