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WIP WOOP WOOP, if I even actually cared about genetics, Brindleface was dilute so that's why Ash gets to be blond
Longtail
WOOP WOOP, LONGTAIL MY BOYYY
My decisions for these two different color palettes is me being inspired by SSS Warriors and we need more AUs where it's a bit more fantastical.
Becoming a Warrior/Healer is a coming of age for a clan cat, receiving a name that becomes their identity.
Sometimes, it Embodies them.
Longtail was one such warrior, young and hardworking, most Embody their name when they've gained their name after many moons.
Longtail embodied his name before he even earned it. A mock fight fired him up, a scuffle with Riverclan right after, lessons from his mentor in honing his body, his whole body was a weapon.
His tail cracked through the water, whipping against the current.
Longtail's name was set in stone.
Rusting Sun: Big Talk for Big Cats
"Ah, Goldenflower's back." An ear flicked from Lionface's comment and subtly, Tigerclaw turned to get a glimpse of the camp's entrance.
"Odd, rabbits aren't the prey she usually hunts." Like sensing a weakness, Lionface honed into the statement, the seasoned warrior's eyes closing in amusement.
"It isn't. Perhaps, she's looking to share it, hm~?" The brown tom rolled his eyes, muzzle twitching as he felt the other give him a goading nudge.
"You're being ridiculous." The nudge is more insistent now as the golden tom noticed his sister carefully head her way towards them.
"Come now, my brother-in-paw!" Tigerclaw huffed, even when his tail curled at the soft calling trill from behind him.
"Not your brother." He hissed quietly before finally turning towards the approaching molly, subtly licking down the fluff on his chest to smooth it down.
"Not yet– Goldenflower! Have you come to share prey with your dear brother?" Lionface playfully crooned, laughing heartily and padding away from his sister's warning glare.
"You've gotten quite the catch, Goldenflower." Tigerclaw decided to keep the siblings from fighting, complimenting the she-cat once he noticed just how plump the rabbit looked.
"Yes, quite. I'm not sure I can finish it by myself."
"Ah."
"Have you eaten, Tigerclaw?"
He had.
"Not yet."
Goldenflower slowly blinked at him, disbelieving but pleased.
"Then let's share."
Tigerclaw could only nod, settling down and ignoring the smug look being directed his way by his fellow warrior.
Mostly a WIP, possible Longtail design based off of a King Cheetah
Rusting Sun & Redux Iterum: Size Comparisons
this is frying me, they're so small
Redux Iterum!Firepaw and Tigerclaw belongs to @redux-iterum
i wanted to do a proper size comparison with my Tigerclaw and Charredpaw with Redux!Firepaw and Tigerclaw and it did not disappoint.
Rusting Sun: A Storm Brewing
"Prra-a, could you come here?" The young apprentice perked up at the croon from Willowpelt. The grey tom glanced over to where his mentor, Lionface, was chatting with Tigerclaw and figured a few moments could be spared.
"What's up, Ma?" Greypaw padded over with a friendly raise of his tail when he noticed Whitestorm nearby, who blinked at him with a warm greeting.
Thick as his fur his head may be, he wasn't that dense. He noticed how frequently his Ma and Whitestorm hung out together. It didn't bother him, it– Well, he didn't really want to think about it, so he didn't.
But now, he may just need to think about it.
"You already know Whitestorm but I want you to meet him as the sire to your future siblings and my mate." Willowpelt purred, it was clear she was nervous but that didn't stop the elation dancing in her eyes when she glanced over to the older warrior.
For a moment, Greypaw could see it, how the two lost themselves in each other's gaze, soft and true. It was sweet, he was happy for his Ma-a.
At least, he should be. He just didn't know why instead of such feelings, all he could feel was something dimming inside him.
"That's great!" He mewed out in support, because he did support them! Whitestorm would be a good mate for Willowpelt and it was a given that his Ma-a will be too.
"Should I start calling you Kapa?" His question stunned the older cats and Greypaw tried not to rear his ears back.
"I suggest we take some time first, to get to know each other, Greypaw." Whitestorm crooned kindly but he wasn't dense. That was a rejection, plain and simple.
"Yeah, okay- That's, that's fair. Maybe later, I have to- Lionface is taking me out hunting." The apprentice stepped back, he was going to be a warrior, it'd be so lame for him to be so upset when this was a good thing for his Mara-a.
"Greypaw-"
"Greypaw! Come on, lad. Bluestar is taking us on patrol!" Lionface boomed across the camp and he was quick to run to his call, everything in his body wanted to just get out of this camp.
He didn't want to think about it. So, he won't.
Greypaw should just be glad his half-siblings will have a Kapra-a in their life. A complete family.
Prra-a: rough translation of child, endearment used by parents | inspired by a mother cat's trills to call kittens
Ma/Ma-a: rough translation of Ma/Mama, casual form of Mara-a (Mother); Based off Mra-ara | Inspired by kittens just going MAAAAA
Ka/Kapa: rough translation of Pa/Papa, casual form of Kapra-a (Father) | Inspired by kittens spitting at their fathers when being first introduced, I find it funny
Rusting Sun: A Warriors Rewrite AU
The prophecy is still the same. Rusty, however, is a tom with a rather peculiar coat.
Bluestar looked into those burning eyes and wondered if he was The Fire.
Either way, they needed more cats. Surely, just one more cat won't lead to much trouble.
OR: Everything leads said cat into trouble.
Summary/Disclaimer
This is a self-indulgent rewrite/AU of the Warriors series. Creative liberties and decisions will be made to fill in plot holes, expand world building and ultimately have fun with this story.
This AU will be a mix of art and writing (depending on my preferred medium during the creative process), a loose sense of telling the story and will jump around the timeline sometimes.
No need to worry, once a masterpost is made, I'll make sure to put them in chronological order!
A lot of things from this AU was admittedly inspired by @redux-iterum's own rewrite that offers a more digestible story that lets you read things in chronological order. So go check Redux Iterum! It's a beautiful story
Art Blog: @waxingbloodmoon
Navigation
Storyline Masterpost - In chronological order!
Lore Masterpost - For easy navigation
#rs designs - tag for character designs
#rs asks - asks
#rs doodles - misc. art, wips and animatics
#rs drabbles - misc. writing, short stories
#rs lore - world building/lore posts
#rs fanart - FANART OMG OMG
#rusty rambles - misc.
#rust bucket - silly, stupid misc.
Rusting Sun: In The Horizon
Content Warning: Mild Flashing, Violence and Loud Music
In the Aulmir, trouble brews and the hierarchy is shifting...
There's a new cat in town and the streets feel a little colder tonight.
@redux-iterum I'm borrowing Redux's term for the alleys/streets because tbh, I got so used to calling it that, nothing else is sticking.
Open to other terms though!