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[peppermint-moss]

coloured sketch commissions from September!

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[s-ageheart]

my new icon and channel art

i love my icon, but i find the channel art looks weird

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[sageheartcat]

Some random warrior OC reference sheets

[sageheartcat]

I guess this is my warrior sona or something????

[inlow--places]

gay ass warriors ocs for pride month

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Not so Happy Reunion

Another night, a new arrival.

Usually Loststar would find himself seeking out this new cat to offer comfort or advice. Not all the cats who found themselves here were truly bad- some were simply misunderstood or even justified. Some just needed guidance or a friend.

But Loststar refused to visit this new arrival.

Nightstrike, the now former deputy of ShadowClan. He had watched the battle where the dark tom was killed and had felt nothing but rage- he had wanted to leap into battle himself, had wanted to tear apart the deputy the second he saw him attacking the nursery. He had watched, enraged, as Nightstrike had attacked a golden kit, raking his claws across his chest and belly, maiming him, before finally a familiar silver tabby she-cat had let out a howl and attacked him. Sageheart, a fresh warrior, was larger than the average cat- and certainly larger than Nightstrike. She had attacked from the side, biting into his neck and continuing to claw and snap at him even after he stopped moving.

Foxstar, mate of the late Whitestar and Sageheart’s father, finally had to drag her away from him, and Loststar had finally stopped watching as the kit, Sunkit, died of his wounds.

Sageheart had been so close to that kit, had hoped to mentor him when he came of age to be apprenticed next moon, and now, because of Nightstrike, he was gone.

Loststar’s thin tail lashed at the idea of sharing a space with that kit killer- admittedly Loststar had done terrible things in his last seasons of life. He’d even tried to steal kits, foolishly thinking he could “save” them. But never once did he even consider hurting one. Only a pathetic scrap of fox dung would consider hurting kits.

In any case, he didn’t want to tear the tom apart, which he knew he’d do if he saw him, so instead he walked off to lay somewhere alone.

Maybe he could rest and try not to-

“…Loststar…?”

The elderly tom’s head shot up. It can’t be…

Standing not far away was a cat he never thought he’d speak to again.

When Sageheart, back then Sagepaw, had lost her eye, her ear and her mother, Loststar had felt responsible. He had taken Sagepaw under his wing, teaching her to hunt and fight with this new disability. But when she grew older…he had to tell her the truth. It wasn’t fair to her to not know what he’d done.

She had lashed out at him, enraged by this betrayal, and had stopped coming to see him.

But now…Sageheart looked defeated. Her pelt was crossed with new wounds, and as she limped over to him, Loststar found himself wincing, expecting and waiting for her to lash out again- to be enraged by the harm he had done to the generations after him.

Instead the silver tabby she-cat flopped down next to him, almost motionless on her side aside from her soft breaths.

“…it wasn’t your fault, my dear.” The former leader rasped his tongue over her head. “It wasn’t. You did what you could.”

“I should have been faster.” Her voice was hoarse. “I should have been helping guard the nursery.”

“Your clanmates needed you.”

“So did Sunkit. So did Thistlekit- and now she’s growing up without a brother and with scars that no kit should have.”

Loststar’s heart broke. It wasn’t normal to see her so defeated…so mournful. Even when her mother died, that grief had been turned into determination and anger- something she could use against her enemies.

“He was almost an apprentice.” She whispered. “He…he always said he wanted me to be his mentor…that we’d be the best warriors in the forest. He was a moon away from that. He was…he was just a kitten…”

“I know…I know, Sageheart.” He curled around her to the best of his ability, as he did so many moons ago when she was an apprentice- though she was much larger now. “I know…terrible things happen to good cats, my dear. And kits…kits are the best of us- the most innocent and pure hearted. Cats won’t hesitate to ruin that.”

Sageheart didn’t respond this time- apparently done talking for now. That was alright, though. He would be happy to just be there for her...it was the least he could do.

But first...he had to do something important.

“Get some rest, dear.” Loststar ran his tongue along her one, tufted ear. “I’ll be right back, I promise. If anyone asks about you, say you’re with me.”

“Where are you going?” She lifted her head as he got to his feet, his claws digging into the ground.

“Simply going to pay a visit to a new arrival.” He meowed calmly, his green-and-copper eyes betraying nothing. “Don’t worry about it, Sageheart. I won’t be long.”

With that, he turned and padded into the shadows, eyes gleaming dangerously.

He changed his mind- he had a deputy to tear apart, and he was sure he knew some cats who would be glad to help him be rid of a kit-killer.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Something that happens later in Loststar's afterlife is he does get to see Sagepaw again. When she's a warrior by the name of Sageheart, there's a battle- one in which a kit she was close friends with, Sunkit, is killed by ShadowClan's deputy. Grief-striken, she not only kills the deputy herself, but finds herself seeking out Loststar for comfort the way she used to as an apprentice. Loststar makes sure to tear into the ShadowClan deputy for that.