Sandstorm, Spottedleaf (SpottedSand UwU), Cinderheart, Hollyleaf, Mothwing, Lightning Tail, Thunder, and a lot of others.
For bi peeps thereās Leafpool, Feathertail, Tawnypelt, Stormfur, honestly all of the Journeying Cats except Crowfeather, Shadowsight, Rootspring, Bristlefrost, a lot of cats are bi.
Pan peeps? Yes. We have Nightcloud and Tree who just donāt give a damn about what gender you be.
Ace beans (asexual/aro/any place on the asexual spectrum) has a good amount of medicine cats, although some are other sexualities (Moth, Leaf, Shadowsight, etc), Holly, Cinder #2, Mousefur (I think sheās canonically aro??? She wasnāt interested in finding a mate sooooo), Bluestar, Spottedleaf, etc.
Now for gendersssssss, yay!
Basically everyoneās cis but thereās a few exceptions.
For trans beans:
Mothwing, Redtail, and Firestar (Trans!Firestar is cute okay? Annnnnnnnd it means we can have... uh... *insert gay Firestar ship here* kits!).
Leaves a little Harecrow fic on your doorstep like a treat. Or a trick. Depending.
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Harestar paced around his den. StarClan I canāt take another moon of this; I have to do something. He sighed and peered outside, scanning the camp. It was just past sunhigh on a hot greenleaf day, but a cool breeze kept it from being unbearably so. The camp was mostly empty, save for Crowfeather who was sunning himself idly. The black tomās fur had a soft sheen in the sunlight that accentuated the strong muscles underneath. The sight of it drove Harestar wild.
I should just talk to him, but what do even I say? āHey Crowfeather, nice day weāre having. Do you like toms?ā Really smooth. Perhaps I can offer to share some prey with him and work up to it? It wasnāt much of a plan, but he knew he wouldnāt get a better chance than this.
He gave his pelt a few licks and stepped out of his den, heading towards the fresh-kill pile. It was well stocked, he noticed. Hunting had been good that day. He felt a deep pride at that. His clan was doing well.
From the pile he grabbed a plump rabbit. He recalled them to be Crowfeatherās favorite. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to him, trying his best to remain calm.
He dropped the rabbit at Crowfeatherās paws. āHey Crowfeather. I-I was going to eat this rabbit; Would you like to share?ā Once again, really smooth. The black tom cracked one of his blue eyes open and Harestar felt butterflies in his stomach. Oh how he longed to get lost in those eyes. Crowfeather glanced down at the prey and then let out a yawn. āOkay.ā To the point. Harestar loved that about him. You never needed to wonder how the tom felt.
Crowfeather rose and stretched, his back arched and his butt raised. Harestar couldnāt help but admire the sight; A strong body built by the lifetime of being a warrior. He shivered at the thought of that frame pressed against his own. He was sure he looked like a lovesick apprentice, but if Crowfeather noticed he gave no indication.
They each took a turn taking a bite from the rabbit. The rich flavor of the prey washed over his tongue. His heart pounded as they sat there eating in silence. He needed to say something; He might not get another chance alone like this for awhile. āSo Kestrelflight tells me Heathertail might have her kits any day now.ā StarClan, what a romantic topic he thought, chastising himself. To his surprise though, Crowfeather laughed. Crowfeather! His laugh was deep and gruff. It made Harestarās legs weak.
āYou should have seen Breezepeltās face when he heard the news.ā Crowfeather said with a smile. āHeās been on every patrol since. I think heās trying to keep himself busy so he doesnāt have to think about it. Of course, I told him heās being a mousebrain. Because heās being a mousebrain.ā He sounded proud of his son.
āIām sure you were the same way.ā Harestar said defending his old friend from the playful mousebrain accusations. Though, truth be told, it was hard imaging Crowfeather worrying about anything. To Harestar, he seemed sure in everything he did.
āHa! If you asked Nightcloud, sheād say I was worse.ā Crowfeather said and took another bite of rabbit. āThough admittedly I probably was. If you tell her I said that last part Iāll claw your pelt off.ā
āI donāt doubt you would.ā Harestar said, chuckling. āOf course, if you clawed my pelt off Iād have to exile you and itād be a shame to exile such a handsome tom.ā
āA handsome tom, huh?ā Crowfeather said and Harestar realized that he said that second part out loud. He had meant to ease into confessing not jump in head first.
āY-yes. I mean, enough she-cats have said it. That youāre handsome, that is.ā Harestar mewed, his mouth dry. He wanted to run but his paws stayed firmly fixed to the ground.
āAh, the she-cats. Of course.ā Crowfeather said, his crystal blue gaze on Harestar. His muzzle was graying and his face had a few scars, but to Harestar that just made him all the more attractive. āFor a moment there I thought you were calling me handsome.ā His tail swished from side to side. Was he playing with Harestar, the way you might with a cornered shrew?
āYou are- I mean, I was. I like you, Crowfeather.ā Harestar stammered. In his head, whenever he confessed to Crowfeather he was always so articulate- romantic even. Now he struggled to get the words out, like an apprentice trying to explain why they snuck out of camp.
Harestar tried to regain his composure, but before he could Crowfeather had taken a step toward him. The black tom leaned in and Harestar closed his eyes unsure of what to expect. To his surprise, their muzzles met and his heart skipped a beat. StarClan his mouth was warm. He dug his claws into the ground as if he might float away if he didnāt. A deep purr filled him and he realized Crowfeather was purring too. After a moment that felt like an eternity, the black tom pulled away and the kiss ended.
Harestar let out the breath he was holding. He searched for words, but none came.
āYou know, I wondered if you were ever going to make a move.ā Crowfeather said, his tail waving playfully from side to side.
āYou.. knew?ā Harestar hid is eyes, embarrassed.
āThis isnāt my first trip across the moor, Harestar. Of course I knew. Iām sure half the clan has seen you mooning over me like a lovesick apprentice.ā Crowfeather said.
Harestar was stunned. Others had noticed how he was acting around Crowfeather? He grew hot thinking about his clanmates gossiping about him. āI see.ā was all he could manage.
Crowfeather circled him and pressed his flank up against his, the way Harestar had dreamed of so many times. āCome on now, head up. Youāre supposed to be a leader, remember?ā he teased.
Harestar straightened his posture and then, in a moment of boldness, curled his tail with Crowfeatherās. āSo then, you are okay with it?ā He asked finally.
āYeah.ā Crowfeather said. āYouāre a little handsome yourself, you know? Youāve really grown into being a leader.ā He was smooth. The Crowfeather in his dreams wasnāt half this smooth.
āDoes this make us, mates?ā Harestar asked.
āLetās take it slow, at first, and see where it goes.ā Crowfeather replied gently. āThereās no need to rush.ā
āI can do slow.ā Harestar said, and rested his head against Crowfeatherās neck. āSlow sounds nice.ā
