#trans spottedleaf

[fallingstarsau]

The Twins… Spotty and Red

Identities below:

Redtail Kestreltail:

Trans Man, He/Him. Queer.

(Sandstorm is adopted!)

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Spottedleaf:

Intersex Trans Woman, She/they. Lesbian

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And the song for these two in general is ‘The Stranger,’ by Lord Huron.

[marshclaws]

Redpaw’s Question -

“Are you going to come in or are you just going to hover out there awkwardly?” Spottedpaw’s amused voice came from the medicine den, breaking Redpaw from an endless spiral of second-guessing. Redpaw pretended that she didn’t flinch in surprise. Spottedpaw’s tone was amused but Redpaw knew her well enough to know she was concerned. “I don’t bite you know.”

Instead of answering her, Redpaw buried her face in Spottedpaw’s shoulder letting out a muffled sob. Spottedpaw gasped in surprise, her breaking to see Redpaw so upset. Giving her a few comforting licks, Spottedpaw waited until Redpaw had quieted down and her breathing slowed before speaking again. “Want to talk about it?”

“Do you..” Redpaw swallowed. “C-can Starclan make mistakes?”

The question caught Spottedpaw off guard. “I suppose they could.. Starclan aren’t perfect.” she responded carefully. “Why do you ask?”

Before she could reconsider, Redpaw burst out, “It’s all wrong! Like.. like Starclan made me wrong! I can’t stand how cats look at me, like I’m like you and Willowpaw! But not like that I just.. “ Redpaw searched for a way to rephrase, to explain this feeling. “It’s not right, I’m not right! This pelt it’s not mine.. but that doesn’t make sense. Does it? I shouldn’t feel this way Starclan must have messed up or-“ Redpaw broke off, struggling to catch her breath. “But I’m not like you! I’m not…”

“Not a she-cat?” Spottedpaw asked. Redpaw looked down at their paws, which had been clawing the den floor.

“I don’t know.. Redpaw trailed off, not meeting Spottedpaw’s gaze. Shame washed over them, they should have kept their mouth shut. Now what would Spottedpaw think?

“Oh Redpaw…” Spottedpaw breathed, leaning in to nuzzle her sibling. “There’s nothing wrong with you! If you’re not a she-cat that’s okay, you don’t have to be.”

“Will Starclan be angry with me?” Redpaw murmured.

"Starclan only wants you to be happy, they’d never wish for you to be miserable.”

“Really?” Redpaw asked.

“Do you doubt my abilities as a medicine cat?” Spottedpaw mocked offense.

“Of course not!”

“Then you know it’s true.” Spottedpaw affirmed. “How would you like to be referred to?”

“As a tom, he/him.” Redpaw responded shyly. It felt strange on his tongue. Not bad, just new and exciting. He wasn’t used to referring to himself this way.

“Alright! Will do.” Spottedpaw meowed happily.

“I’m going to be the only one..” Redpaw mused out loud. How could he face his clan? What would they say?

“Who says you’re the only one?”

“Huh?” Redpaw asked. Was there other cats like him that he didn’t know about?

“I don’t really feel like a she-cat either, at least now wholely” Spottedpaw explained. “I like she/her pronouns and they/them too.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Redpaw teased, feigning offense as he batted at his siblings face.

“You beat me to it you goober!” Spottedpaw batted his paws away and then barreled him, knocking a surprised Redpaw over. He tried to roll over to enact his revenge, but Spottedpaw was faster. They hadn’t forgotten their warrior training. Pinning their brother down, Spottedpaw kneaded their paws on his belly where he was ticklish.

“Ack! Hey- ah! Not fair!” Redpaw squirmed around like a worm, trying to escape. And accidentally kicking Spottedpaw in the face in the process.

“You started it!” Spottedpaw accused. Redpaw was too out of breath to respond but he glared at her. Spottedpaw relented, stopping her attack and letting Redpaw get up and shake himself off. The silence that followed was comforting. Spottedpaw began licking the leaves from his pelt, her rhythmic licks soothing him. Redpaw sighed contently, he felt much lighter, like a weight had been lifted from him. He’d have to tell the clan eventually if he wanted anything to change, and he did. But knowing who he was, and that Spottedpaw would support him not matter what, made it all the more bearable. Redpaw let his eyes fall closed, his purr joining Spottedpaw’s. Their presence was comforting. He wasn’t alone anymore, and that was enough.

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[vinum-solis]

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