thinkin about a human Warrior Cats au set in the late 1800s/early 1900s, where Rusty is the youngest of an upper-class aristocat family (like, Lords and Ladies downtown abbey type shit), and he falls for the local orphan peasant girl (Sandstorm) who hates his upper class guts until he proves hes more than just a pretty, rich face. his grandmother Crystal is the old fashioned matriarch who despises Thunderclan and takes issue with her grandson dating anyone from there, peasant or not.
so, basically Downtown Abbey but warrior cats. or bridgerton. i think thats what bridgerton is about.
Princess trotted down to her mother, Nutmeg’s, housefolk’s den. She and her siblings had decided to visit their mother. The tabby she-cat sighed. Well, almost all her siblings. Firestar, formally Rusty, had left the forest a while ago, and she missed him and her son, Cloudtail, everyday.
“Princess!” a call sounded. Princess let out a purr when she saw her brother Tommy. Tommy was the second oldest in the litter, preceded by Luna, but came before Filou, herself, and Firestar.
“Tommy! How are you doing?” Princess said, and gave her brother’s ear a lick.
“Great!” the chocolate tom replied. “Come on! Filou and Luna are already here!” the two padded the rest of the way side by side.
“Finally!” a she-cat yowled. “We thought you were never coming!” Luna was a chocolate and ginger tortoiseshell with green eyes. She had toms tripping over themselves for her affections, but as far as Princess knew, Luna hadn’t taken a mate. Beside Luna was their brother Filou. He was a light ginger tabby with green eyes. (All of the siblings had green eyes.)
“My kits!” a voice shouted. It was their mother Nutmeg. She was a pretty chocolate and white tabby with green eyes. She ran over and licked them all.
“Mother!” Tommy protested. “We’re not kits anymore!”
“To me you are.” she flicked his nose with her tail. Then she realized something. “Wait, where’s Rusty?” Nutmeg looked around for her youngest. Princess looked at her paws.
“I haven’t seen him for moons.” Luna said. “It’s like he vanished off the face of the earth!” Tommy drew a paw over his ear as Princess shuffled her paws.
“I know where he’s at.” she meowed softly. Her littermates and mother stared at her. “You know those tales of wild cats in the forest, before it was torn down?” They nodded. “Well, Rusty decided that he wanted to join them, and he did. Last I saw him was when the Twolegs were tearing down the woods, and Smudge told me that Cody told him that the wild cats, who live in Clans, decided they had to leave or they would have all starved.” That left her family speechless.
“He didn’t die, at least, not yet.” she reassured them. Nutmeg sat on her haunches, looking numb. Luna began licking their mother’s head.
“I wish we knew what happened to him.” Tommy said. They all nodded.
Suddenly, the wind picked up and swirled around. A bright burst of stars momentarily blinded them, but when everything settled down, they realized they were now no longer alone.
“Jake!” Nutmeg purred as she and her mate touched noses. Jake had died a long time ago, and she missed him dearly. But, it wasn’t just Jake that was with them now. Jake’s mother Crystal (Who was also dead) was there too.
“Princess?” said cat turned and saw a white tom.
“Oliver!” Oliver was Princess’s mate, and the father of Cloudtail and the rest of their kits. Speaking of their kits, the other four were there as well. Taylor and Zach, both toms, and Livy and Nami, both she-cats.
“Mother! Father!” Oliver and Princess’s kits greeted them.
“F-father?” a voice stuttered. Jake recognized it.
“Ruby? Socks?” he said. It was. Two of the kits he had with Quincy were there. Ruby had died when a monster ran her over, but Socks had found a new housefolk to live with.
“What’s going on?” a she-cat asked.
“Hattie!” Princess exclaimed. “Smudge! Cody!” Once the greetings were done, everyone looked around, seeing they were in a sparkly forest, and confused at why they were all there at all.
“Hello.” everyone jumped. Sitting there was a blue she-cat with some silver on her muzzle and a mangy gray she-cat with amber eyes. What confused the kittypets even more was that they both had stars in the fur. The blue furred cat stepped forward.
“Greetings, I am Bluestar, former leader of Thunderclan. The clan who lived the closest to this Twolegplace. Yellowfang,” she gestured to the mangy cat “and I heard you wanted to learn about what happened to your littlemate Rusty.”
“Umm,” Smudge said. “Why are Hattie, Cody, and I here then?”
“Well youngster,” Yellowfang said. “All three of you have met Firestar at one point. The only ones who have no clue who he is are those two,” she flicked her tail toward Ruby and Socks. “Now, here is something those mouse-brained Twolegs call a book, and it contains a part about Firestar. You won’t have to read it, you can just listen and whenever someone speaks, it will stop reading and wait until the conversation is finished. What is read out will appear for you to watch. Good day!” Bluestar and Yellowfang disappeared in a shower of stars.
“Well…” Jake said slowly. “I guess we should start.”
