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Marshsong treaded along the pathway, creeping as silently as he could through the territory. He had been breaking the code- for longer than he’s even been a warrior. He felt guilt, of course he did, but the feeling to do what he believed in and show defiance out from the code overrode his guilt in more ways than one. He slid and scooted across the dirt, making his way through brushes and tight ways- before coming to a quick halt at a sudden noise. marshsong stood there for a bit, his ears flickering as he looked around for the source of whatever made the sudden jolt of sound. . .

“boo!” A flash of yellow-ish and white fur appeared at him from above, and he knocked back with a yelp.

“quietlark.. you piece of fox-dung.” Marshsong grumbled, getting back on his paws and shaking his head with annoyance. “Did you see the look on your face?” Quietlark snickered, not even trying to hide her amusement. “You jumped back like 50 feet! Ha!” She snorted, as marshsong rolled his eyes. “Your not even apart of the midnight patrol, what are you doing out here?” Marshsong scoffed, lifting himself off his tail as he continued walking- in a small attempt to get away from her. “coldstar has me investigating the borders, says theres been more rogue breaches than usual. You know he's talking about making me deputy.” Quietlark smirked, walking quickly to catch up.

“You? Deputy? Is he nuts?” Marshsong asked. “You don’t have a responsible bone in your body.” He remarked, which earned him a swat on the face, playful at most. “You’re just angry he wouldn’t even think of putting you in such an important role. He wouldn’t even think of putting you in charge of watching a mouse.” She snickered, watching as his nose scrunched in annoyance. “Why did your mom give you first name ‘quiet?’ You are anything but.” Marshsong retaliated. “I know why your mom called you marsh, you certainly smell like one.” Quietlark teased back.

“i dont have time to play back-and-forth with you, i need to get on my rouge-hunting-duties.” Quietlark said, prancing ahead. “Do you even have a lead? Or are you just following blindly?” Marshsong questioned, watching as she proudly walked with her tail in the air, her confidence loud in her stride. She looked back at him, taking a sniff in the air. “You kidding me? Dirt-place is right next to the junkyard, which, if you were actually educated, you’d know is CRAWLING with rogues.” She said, pointing towards the distance with her nose- north. The direction of the junkyard, it sat just outside of iris-clan territory and had recently begun encroaching on owl-clan territory.

”the rouges need some place to stay and eat too. We cant just drive them out- its cruel.” Marshsong argued. He had always felt sympathy for the rogues, they seemed cruel and barbaric, but he didn't think that even mattered. They were animals just like him, just trying to survive- just trying to raise families.

“Well so are we. We cant afford to let others chow down on our food when we have so many cats to feed. We have to put the clan first, thats the code.” Quietlark looked back, watching as he padded forward to catch up with her. Marshsong shook his head. “We don't owe anyone anything.” He said. “we owe the clan everything.” Quietlark said quietly. “Don’t speak like that.” She lightly chastised, a bit annoyed by his words of disloyalty. The air felt silent, as they walked through the dark woods. Marshsong understood her loyal, but he understood the rogues as well. The words he had exchanged, the feelings he felt for aspen overrode his loyalty to the clan, to coldstar or even starclan themselves. He knew it was wrong in the eyes of others, but it felt right to him, and his heart.

Quietlark paused, and let out a low whistle as she ran into the bushes at the sound of approaching figures. Marshsong quickly leapt in with her. “We got our suspects.” She smirked. Marshsong let out a shaky breath, hoping it wasn’t a pissed-off owlclan patrol or a group of rogues or.. aspen, in their usual meeting spot. He watched from the bushes as the three cats approached, his nose filled with the familiar scent of rogues, and… aspen, as he had dreaded. His ears flickered as he attempted to listen to what they were saying..

“man, these clan-scumbags get all the good food. Why aint we just take it all already? We got the numbers. Aint we?” The little white on to the left was talking to a large, black cat which centered in the middle. “Because.” The black cat responded calmly “we aren’t the group that has a whole COUGAR leading one of their clans. GENIUS.” He smacked the small white cat atop the head. “Geez, trashbag, no need to get all violents.” The white cat rubbed the top of his head. “his.. name is trashbag?” Quietlark questioned, trying not to snicker. Marshsong glared at her with a ‘shhhh’

“Whose out there?!! Show yourselves!” The voice of the tiny white cat rang out, “egg! Shut. UP. You are going to scare away ALL the food!” Trashbag snapped. Quietlark leapt out the bush at the drop of a hat. Marshsong quietly groaned in annoyance and followed, showing himself

“Stop. You are officially on Iris-clan territory- Mr.. trashbag.. uhm.. egg..” quietlark couldn’t help but contain her laughter at their names. “And- and you.” She pointed to the orange cat- aka, the cat marshsong was avoiding eye contact with, aspen. “let me guess. Cheeto puff? Oh- wait, wait, traffic cone?” She mocked. The orange she simply glared and replied with, “aspen.” Her voice was cold as she corrected the other she-cat. “your names don't matter. You're all officially on iris-clans land, and if you don't leave me and my partner here will be forced to remove you with all means necessary.” Quietlark stood tall, though she did not compare to the height of trashbag. “oh yeah? And what are you going to do if we dont?” Egg asked, leaning in. Marshsong assumed they had no knowledge of the clans alliances, so he quickly stepped in. “If you harm us- then coldstar will alert sageclans leader.” Marshsong threatened, and the three just blinked at him. “Uhm.. the cougar.” He corrected himself, and egg yelped. “Trashbag! They’ve got the cougars!”

Trashbag evaluated his decision, before grumbling and turning over. “This aint over, you code-lovin scumbags. One day we’ll have a monster bigger than your dumb little cougar, and we’ll see who really rules the territories then.” Trashbag growled, before fully turning his tail and leaving. Egg skittered by him, and aspen gave marshsong one last silent glare before turning her tail and leaving. “wow. That orange one REALLY hated your guts.” Quietstar teased, shoulder-bumping him. Marshsong just sighed.

“cmon- lets get back to camp and tell coldstar what we saw. Ive GOT to tell him about these names.” Quietlark exclaimed, before grinning. “Race you!” She suddenly sped off, and marshsong was left with no choice but to chase after her.

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honestly wondering if wind would even LIKE the sea after their journey. Yeah haha sailor wind jokes are funny but if legend was traumatized at their grown age from the ocean imagine what being hurled into the deep blue by a giant ass bird, being chased by sharks and flying pufferfish monsters, and watching the king of hyrule literally DROWN infront of you did to a literal 11 year old

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iris clan- chapter 2, rough around the territory.

Bitterpaw was awaken by a light tap on her shoulder, she groggily opened her eyes to be met with her mentor, icefur.

the brown speckled she-cat looked down at her, icefur had to have been named after her chilling blue eyes- yet they carried a soft warmth to her, reflecting her personality in a subtle way. Icefur had eyes the color of a deep, frozen lake in the middle of winter- but her kind looks had clashed with the air about her, being a gentle and permissive young she-cat.

bitterpaw slowly lifted her self out of her nest, yawning and flickering her ears as she looked up at her.

“Well then, I think it’s smart we get a move on while it’s early. You’ve got a lot of walking to do, little lady.” Icefur purred, gesturing for bitterpaw to follow her out of the apprentices den. They trotted over to the fresh prey pile, where egretpaw and blue nettle were already eating. Bitterpaw walked over to share a seagull with egretpaw- which he happily obliged.

“Are you excited for today? We get to tour our territory! Will we be stopping by the badgers hut? Can I fight one? Please? Please? Pleaseeeee?” Egretpaw turned to bluenettle, in response, bluenettle sighed. “No. For the tenth time.”

icefur slowly chuckled, a mouse sitting at her paws as her ears pricked up at the sound of dawn patrol returning.

panthersong approached, giving icefur a hard glare as she walked by. Panthersong was icefurs sister, as well as bluenettles.

She was a lilac calico- her eyes strong as she turned to look back at her little sister. “Don’t mess this up, don’t want quietstar to think more lowly of us then she already does.” She scoffed. Clearly referring to the idea of icefur not training bitterpaw the way a clan-born warrior would.

”quietstar doesnt think lowly of us, panthersong, your just insecure.” Bluenettle snapped, his eyes slanting as he stared at his sister. “Get your head out of the dirt.” He said, standing up to trot off angrily. Egretpaw stuck his tongue out at panthersong and bounced off to be with his mentor.

“Well, that’s our cue. The next patrol won’t be set out until mid-day, so we might as well get moving so we don’t bump into them.” Icefur said, standing up- bitterpaw moved with her, nodding a silent goodbye to egretpaw and his mentor.

Bitterpaw followed icefur through the bambles to the outskirts of camp. She had never been outside of camp before.. it felt fresh, and the Sun had not fully started to beat down on the sand- leaving it cold and soft beneath her paws.

“Iris-clan territory stretches alongside this entire beach. Usually we hunt seagulls and crabs and whatever roams round here, but occasionally a mouse will scurry from owlclan territory every once in a while.” Icefur explained calmly, as they treaded along the crisp sands of the beach, bitterpaw could hear the sound of the ocean washing up and down beside them, watching as it chewed and soaked the sands along the territory and spat them back out just as quick.

“The tide is low at the moment, I wanted to take you out early to make sure you didn’t get swept away.” Icefur said calmly. “One time me and panthersong went out here as apprentices and nearly got washed up all the way to spider-clan territory.” She chuckled softly.

“spider-clan..” bitterpaws nose wrinkled a bit “don’t they live in a cave? Don’t they get tired of the dark?” Bitterpaw asked, looking off into the distance. “dunno, never been there. Ive met a few spiderclan cats at gatherings however. I do have to admit they give me the creeps a bit.” Icefur shrugged. “But, we can’t judge. I’m sure they find us weird for being beach-bum cats who soak in the sun all day and eat animals that could pinch our noses off.” She grinned, making bitterpaw laugh a bit in response. “I don’t think I’d want to live any other way, you know? Iris-clan is all I know. I was like you, me and my siblings.” Icefur tone shifted a bit as they treaded. “I was a rouge, taken in by the clan. One of the warriors was recently severely injured and quietstar made him take us in since she believed he had no other use to the clan.” Icefur lamented, and bitterpaw quietly asked “hootlilac?”

“yes.. that grumpy old Tom was never fond of me and my litter mates, quite frankly I never cared for him- but panthersong.. she..” icefur trailed off, shaking her head. “I know she gives you all a rough time, but she’s hurting.” She sighed.

for a moment, there was nothing but a long silence, until she lifted her head, attempting to change the subject. “This- is our clans favorite spot of all time.” She said, purring as the two came across a clearing. It was direct in the suns spotlight, a small oasis- gathered around a few rocks shaded by a palm tree. “this is basking rocks, most like to come here and calm themselves after a long battle or hunting party.” Icefur said, looking up at the palm tree.

“you know how to climb one of these things?” She asked, bitterpaw shook her head no.

“….yeah, me neither. That’s more of a uh.. owl clan technique.” She admitted. “They think they’re so superior- climbing trees and dropping down on unsuspecting cats on their territory.. mouse-brained jerks.” She scoffed.

“dumbasses.” Bitterpaw paraphrased.

icefur tried to hold back a laugh, smothering her laugh underneath her paw..

“Pfft.. I mean.. keep that language to yourself, bitterpaw.” She shook her head.

She turned her head to look off into the woods, the river contrasting a natural barrier away from owl clan.

“here, grab this catmint and we can go deliver it to shygaze.” She said, her voice a bit distracted as she leaned down to pick up a mouthful of the herbs. Bitterpaw leaned down as well, ripping the plant out of the earth and groaning a bit at the taste, but proceeded on.

they returned to camp, padding over to the medicine den to meet shygaze. She was a round, pious, black she-cat with a scar that ran long and conspicuously down her face and to her front paw. She looked over at icefur and bitterpaw as they entered the den. Shygaze was busy with her apprentice, toadpaw.

toadpaw had been an apprentice for a while- she was a bite older than bitterpaw, being 13 moons, typically warrior apprentices get their full warrior name after 12 moons, but medicine cat apprentices get their name when their mentor feels their ready.

“Catmint? Oh, icefur! Thank you.” Shygaze purred, walking over to take it from icefur. “Egretleaf told me you were all out, I thought I could bring in stock supply while I was showing bitterpaw around the territory.” Icefur replied kindly.

bitterpaw walked over to toadpaw, who was attempting to stock in order. She had a grumpy look on her face, like she didn’t want to be there.

“uhm.. here you go.” Bitterpaw dropped the catmint on the floor, and toadpaw glared at her. “Seriously? You couldn’t have put it on the moss? Now it’s going to get all dirty!” Toadpaw snapped.

“I didn’t know, okay?” Bitterpaw scoffed, not liking the sudden yell. “And maybe you should watch your attitude if you want to be a good medicine cat.” She scowled.

“what do you know? Ive been an apprentice longer than you, you stupid kit.” Toadclaw scoffed, and bitterpaw rolled her eyes.

“bitterpaw! Cmon, let’s go- you dont have to hang around here any longer, your duties are over for the day.” Icefur called out.

“yeah- get out of here, bUTTERPAW.” toadpaw hissed

…BUTTERPAW?????

“…its bitterpaw..”

“WHATEVER.”

bitterpaw trotted out of the medicine cat den, her ears pinned down in annoyance. “Toadpaw has a big nose. The biggest, fattest nose I have ever seen” she muttered in disgust. “oh.. be nice, butterpaw.” Icefur teased, gaining a playful glare and swat from her apprentice. “Well, mintshadow has me off for sunset patrol. I best be off.” Icefur nodded. “I’ll catch you tomorrow, give you your first hunting lesson then.” She purred, and with that- she trotted off to meet the patrol.

Bitterpaw settled herself into a nice spot in the clearing. The camp was quiet, save for the sounds of a few warriors sharing tongues. Just out the corner of her eye- she spotted quietstar slipping off into the distance, her tail disappeared beneath the brambles.. curiously, bitterpaw snuck over and followed her as quietly as she could.

she winced a bit as she freed herself from the brackens, and found quietstar, watching the sunset dance along the horizon of the sea, the sounds calm and alluring. Bitterpaw quietly padded over to sit beside the larger she-cat.

“….”

“me and marshsong used to come out here, every day, and we’d watch the sunset together.” Quietstar solemnly recounted. “Marsh song.. he.. he’s the one who saved me, right..?” Bitterpaw asked, and quietstar turned to whip around at her. “He was my mate, and brindlefurs father. Not JUST the guy who saved you.” She snapped, but had an immediate look of regret on her face as bitterpaw flinched back- not expecting the strong response.

“…he died, he died protecting you all those years ago in that badger den.” Quietstar turned back to stare into the burning sun, as it breathed its last breath and submerged beneath the water.

“was I worth it?” Bitterpaw asked

the stretch of silence was like a stab to the gut. Bitterpaw was turned, looking at her surrogate mother for an answer- but quietstar sat there expressionless, acting as if she didn’t hear her.

Bitterpaw blinked, feeling her heart wretch at the silence, and then turned back to look into the starless distance.

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iris-clan, chapter 1- bitterpaws ceremony

The sun beamed down on the camp of iris-clan, beating down on the heavy soil and warming up the rocks. Many warriors found themselves Sun bathing or skipping along these hot rocks to avoid burning the sensitive skin of their paws. Bitterkit found herself watching quietly from the nursery, letting out a sigh as she felt the breeze move along her ginger fur. Most kits would be bouncing at the thought of today, the idea of becoming an apprentice, their first pawsteps into becoming a warrior and serving their clan with all they have- but she felt nothing but a sinking feeling tearing at her stomach. Bitterkit had, by all consideration, been nothing but a leech to her clan mates- she wasn’t born into iris-clan, instead bought and saved by their now leader, quietstar.

by then she was raised under the watchful eye of the leader, all she knew was that she was saved undoubtedly by the leader. Bitterkit owed her life to that she-cat, and wouldn't forget.. she’d do anything she could to repay back all the work her clan had put in for her, but what if she couldn’t? She was born a rogue, rogues were never cut out for clan life. She had heard stories and tales of rogues betraying their clan, leaving them for dead in desperate times when the clan could no longer be of use to them. Maybe deep down, she was selfish, maybe she just hadn’t had a chance to prove it yet.

“Bitterkit!” A voice suddenly sprang, and Bitterkit yelped as she was tackled to the ground. She looked up to see her attacker, and simply rolled her eyes as she saw it was egretkit. “we’re becoming apprentices today! Isn’t that exciting? I’m excited! Oh I hope I get a good mentor- quietstar wouldn’t pair me in with a grumpy cat, do you think? Oh I hope it’s not panthersong, she’s awful.” He snorted, but kept a large smile on his face as his stump for a tail flickered a bit. He waited patiently for Bitterkit to respond.

“No.. im sure quietstar will pair you with a brave warrior,” Bitterkit said, pushing him off her- rolling her eyes playfully. “Or maybe she’ll get old goldmask to teach you,” she smirked, and egretkit shook his head “the elder?? He’s like.. a gazillion years old.” Egretkit shook his head, and jumped up as he heard someone enter the nursery.

“Heyy.. goldmask isn’t that old, is he? He was my mentor!” Two Tom’s entered the den, Bitterkit recognized quietstars son, brindle-fur. He was a slim, Smokey-gray tabby with a white underbelly and brown eyes. He had entered with his friend, egretleaf. Egretleaf was a taller Tom with a pattern reminiscent to a snow-leopard, the ones often seen on sage’ clan territory. Egretkit tried to hide his laughter from the two older warriors. “im sorry.. I didn’t mean he was that old!” He tried to say, but couldn't contain his laughter. “you two are becoming apprentices today,” brindle-fur remarked, looking over at Bitterkit specifically. “You need to be on your best behavior, not going around insulting your elders.” He chastised, but there was no real harm felt in his voice.

“sorry.. hey, egretleaf,” egretkit purred, “you don’t think quietstar will name me after you when it comes to my naming ceremony, right?” He asked, and egretleaf purred. “Oh.. hmm.. egretleaf number 2 has a good ring to it. Good idea, egretkit. When it comes time for you to get your warrior name, I’ll personally make sure quietstar names you after me.” Egretleaf smirked, eliciting a small “noooo!” From egretkit.

brindle-fur chuckled softly, sitting down on the soft dirt of the nursery. “you nervous?” He asked Bitterkit, who looked away, silently tracing her paw in a circle. “A little.” She admitted, to which brindlefur nodded. “I was always a bit nervous for both my ceremonies.” He admitted, and Bitterkit opened up a bit more.

“im a rouge-kit, what if nobody cheers for my name? I’m not meant to be here.” Bitterkit mewled, which brindlefur shook his head. “hey now, you’ve got a reason to be in here as much as anybody else.” He said, and leaned down to affectionately nuzzle her. “And, I’ll make sure to cheer your name the loudest if nobody else wants to.” He purred, and Bitterkit smiled at his reassurance.

Egretleaf’s ear twitched as he heard quietstars voice yowl out for a clan meeting, and he nodded- gesturing for the two kits to follow. egretkit bounced eagerly out the den, while Bitterkit slowly followed.

they made their way to the clearing, Bitterkit could see the open circle everyone had made for them to step into, and she gulped a bit nervously as she walked through the crowd.

The camp was made out a small clearing at a beach, one side forest and the other a solid view of the body of water and sands. Among this clearing was a large rock, one which quietstar had perched herself on. The large deputy, mintshadow, had moved himself on the lower rock- he watched as the two kits approached, their pawsteps making indents in the soft sands.

“today, two kits will traverse their way out of the nursery into the open sands of iris-clan, and find their calling. This is their first dive into the steps of becoming fully loyal to their clan, no longer becoming a helpless kit, but growing into a strong, brave, and skilled warrior.” Quietstar announced, looking down from the meeting rock at the two kits.

“bitterkit, egretkit, you two have reached 6 moons of age, meaning you are fully prepared to become apprentices, do you vow to train rigor-fully, and prove yourself useful to the clan?” Quiet-star quipped. “I do!” Egretkit mewed eagerly, and bitterkit nodded- a sense of determination in her chest. “I do.” She said.

“then, with starclans blessings, I hereby grant you the title of apprentice- bitterpaw and egretpaw.” Quiet-star dawned, a sense of pride dwelling in bitterpaw.

She could hear the clan chant proudly, repeating their names and cheering for their new steps into becoming a warrior.

“bitterpaw- your mentor shall be icefur. She will lead you through your journey to becoming ann independent warrior.”

bitterpaw leaned up, looking over at icefur- she was a brown, speckled she. Icefur seemed to be missing an eye- which was, admittedly freaky, but bitterpaw didn’t mind too much. She touched noses with her new mentor and left to sit with her and brindlefur. egretkit got assigned blueneedle, and went to go sit with the large Tom.

Bitterpaw watched as the meeting dismissed, and sat up straighter as she saw quietstar approach. “…im proud of you,” quietstar quietly admitted. “You’re going to grow into a fine young warrior.” She said, and bitterpaw couldn't help but lean into her, purring as quietstar put a paw over her.

She had never gotten much praise from the elder she-cat. Just cold glances and the occasional nod of approval every now and then. But this made bitterpaw heart burst- like she had finally done something that mattered, something that would truly make quietstar proud.

“Now go- rest up, tomorrow is your first tour around the territory.” Quiet-star nodded, walking away silently. Icefur smiled softly down at bitterkit, brindlefur sitting next to the brown she-cat.

“I’d listen to your leader.” She said sweetly, her ear flickering. “It’ll be a long tread among the territory tomorrow, don’t want you falling asleep at the badgers den or anything.” She joked, her voice a sweet, yet teasing tone.

bitterpaw listened, standing up as she walked off with brindlefur- who showed her the apprentice den.

“told you it would go well.” He chimed, watching as she settled into her new nest. “Yeah, I guess it did.” Bitterpaw grinned, watching as egretpaw was snoring in the nest behind her. “Me and egretleaf bumped heads a lot as apprentices, but he’s my best friend now, I don’t know what I’d do without that mousebrain.” He shook his head. “Being an apprentice ain't all hard work, but it’s good to have people you can count on when it feels like an uphill climb.” Brindlefur advised, and then smiled down at her. “I promise I’ll be there when you feel your paws starting to lose grip on the rocks.”

and with that, he was off to go sleep in the warriors den- bitterpaw rested her head on the soft leaves. She sighed softly, feeling a cold breeze move her fur as she prepared to sleep.. she had a long day waiting for her in the morning.

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”Luke really lowered his standards for Jane” uhm Luke loved Jane deeply…. Like this man was kicking his feet and giggling everytime she talked to him idk what y’all are on about some “Luke only slept with Jane for fun” he was probably cheering and skipping around at the opportunity

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panthersong

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iris-clan, prologue.

(based off an rp from clan gen, all characters have been randomly generated.)

The night hung sweetly in the air as quiet-lark padded discreetly through the forest. Quiet-lark had been facing a cloud of stress the past few moons- with her only son brindle-paw recently becoming an apprentice and her newly appointed job as deputy, she had been yearning for a good night of relaxation. Which is what she assumed her mate, marsh-song, had in store for her..

He had recently invited her to meet him at the stretch of land across from the river, it dipped into owl-clan territory, but she hadn’t bene hesitant- quiet-lark had been often praised for her quick fighting skills and knowledge in her clan. She felt the cold earth slowly become more solid as she moved slowly into the place her mate had said for her to meet him. She looked over at marsh-song, his ears flattened as he was leaned over, as if inspecting something. He was a Smokey-gray Tom with an often soft demeanor, something him and her son had in common. But marsh-song only looked over at her with an etch of worry screwed across his face.

“quiet-lark, thank starclan.” He mewed, standing up- revealing what he had been oh-so-closely inspecting.

a small kit, orange, curled up at his paws. Marsh-song didn’t leave her, instead gestured quiet-lark over.

She stood still, her nose curled up a bit. “Whose kit is that?” Quiet-lark inquired. “Did you steal one from owl-clan?? We have enough mouths to feed in iris-clan as it is!” She snapped, and marsh-song looked down at the kit with a guilty expression on his face.

“No, she’s mine.” He shook his head, a sense of remorse creeping in his tone of voice. “I.. I’ve been lying to you, quiet-lark. Im not the warrior you thought I was. Nor am I the mate you picture me to be, im sorry.” Marsh-song apologized. “This.. is Ruby, please, she’s aspens kit, uh- aspen is a rouge, I.. Ive been meeting up with her but.. that’s.. it’s besides the point.” He was discombobulated with his words, tripping over them as he desperately tried to explain his motivation for bringing quiet-lark to see this wretched half-clan kit.

“I think she’s sick,” Marsh-song sounded distraught, as he sniffed at the tiny kit- it didn’t move, but it was breathing. “please- please, take her back to forest-breeze and shy-paw, I.. I can’t.” He looked down, shame was written all over the Tom-cats face. Quiet-larks tail lashed as she took in the news, not only had he been unfaithful to her- but now he was asking her to take in his mistakes? “Your its father, not me.” Quiet-lark snapped at her mate. “It’s your responsibility, I didn’t run off and break the code for some lowly rouge. You’ve betrayed me! Why should I do ANYTHING for you?!! And how will you explain this to your clan? OUR son?” Quiet-lark reprimanded, as marsh-storm avoided her gaze.

“im not going back to the clan.” He said softly.

“what? Marsh-storm-“ quiet-lark mewed, shocked at the idea. “You.. you have responsibilities there! Your a warrior and- brindle-paw needs you there!” Quiet-lark exclaimed, her tail calming down as she approached marsh-song.

“I can’t go back to the clan knowing what I’ve done, I still love you, and brindle-paw, but he doesn’t deserve to know his father was a shame to his clan.” Marsh-song broke, his head dipping as he held back tears.

“I screwed up, lark! starclan- I know I did.” He choked out. “But this kit- please, I can’t screw her up too.” He begged. “Take her to the clan, raise her to be the faithful warrior I never was, please.. and tell them I died a warrior, fighting. Brindle-paw doesn't need to know his father was.. was a coward.” Marsh-song pleaded.

quiet-lark hesitated, she felt as if she had just been crushed by a tree. The kit let out a quiet sneeze, and marsh-song chuckled sadly. “She’s a cute one, I think Ruby really fits her. Like the gem.” He said sadly. “Aspen won’t take care of her.. she’s ran off somewhere and.. starclan, this cold just won’t go away for her..” marsh-song sniffled. Quiet-lark sighed, and finally nodded. “I’ll take her back to forest-breeze and see what she can do.” Quiet-lark said hesitantly.

“but if I catch you ever trying to step foot in iris-clan territory again, I won’t hesitate to claw your fur off.” She said coldly.

“Ha.. your first exile as a deputy, I have a feeling there’s a lot more coming.” Marsh-song tried to lighten up the mood through his tears, though quiet-lark could only manage a cold scoff. She bent down to scruff the kit, before marsh-song shook his head. “Can I say goodbye first?” He begged.

quiet-lark scooted over so he could bend down to the sniveling kit. She watched as he lightly licked the top of her fluffy head, and whispered something out of her earshot. Her heart twisted as she remembered distinctly how he had often did that to brindle-paw when he was a kit. She had to look away for a second, before picking up Ruby in her jaws.

“..thank you, quiet-lark..” he said sadly, quiet-lark could only shake her head, and ran off quickly to rush the kit to camp.

Quiet-lark panted as she sat the young kit down, yelling loudly as her exasperated lungs would allow her. “I NEED THE MEDICINE CAT!” She yowled, and forest-breeze groggily rose from her nest, in shock as she was met with the sight of the sickly kit. “Bring her in, bring her in!” Forest-breeze said quickly, and quiet-lark took the she-kit into the den; placing her down as the medicine cat began to get to work. Shy-paw quickly joined her mentor in assisting.

Cold-star arrived into the den, his ear flicking. “Quiet-Lark, what is the meaning of all this ruckus? Dawn patrol hasn’t even been set yet.” He hissed, clearly annoyed- as was everyone who had been awakened by quiet-larks howl.

“marsh-song.. he’s.. he’s dead.” Quiet-larks eyes stung with tears as she curled up to cold-stars chest, her tears staining his white fur. “Badgers attacked this rouge and her kits, this little ones the only one that survived- marsh-song died protecting them.” Quiet-lark sobbed. She knew she was lying straight through her teeth towards her own leader, but she couldn’t let marsh-songs name go down as a simple traitor, as much as she wanted to.

“Oh.. quiet-lark, I'm so sorry.” Cold-star quietly comforted her, curling his tail around her as she sobbed into his chest. “she’s a bit stuffy, but other than that she’ll be okay.” Forest-breeze sighed, looking down at the small she-kit. Quiet-lark looked down at the young one in a mixed feeling of contempt. Her nose curling up. “Now uh.. what’d you say this kits name was, darling?” Forest-breeze asked, as quiet-lark narrowed her eyes.

“..bitter, her name is bitterkit.”

[magiowlio]

@hyruledwarriorr I DID IT

original under the cut

[thistledown-au-warriors]

Are your kits texting about code-breaking?

LOL - Loving Outside Laws

STFU - Starclan's Trust Fails Us

IDK - I Date Kittypets

LMAO - Lamenting My Ancestors' Oath

IDC - I Despise the Code

OMG - Obey Mapleshade's Ghost

TBH - Trespassing Borders is Hilarious

[wolfiethedestorur]

Clan gen challenge- iris clan!!

Warning: due to the amount of cats in iris clan, I EXTREMLLYY dumbed down my style. This art is not good!! Its to keep me from burning out!!

Quiet-star, the bloodthirsty and scrutinizing leader of iris-clan. Quiet-star is a mid-sized, short furred she-cat with speckles along her cream colored pelt. She is cruel, secretive, and all along not a very kind leader. She can come through at times for the cats she loves and steps up when need be, but at other times she is very distant and unavailable for her clan mates. She loves her son brindle-fur, and also her adoptive daughter bitterbird- but won’t admit it

Mint-shadow. The large, orange Tom cat who believes himself to be extremely morally superior to his clan mates. He has 3 daughters- shy-gaze, rush-night, and cricket-hare. Mint-shadow had raised all 3 young cats by himself due to his mate, aster-belly, dying due to white cough. Mint-shadow believes he has an extremely well moral compass and will use that to win any argument he may have.

Shy-gaze is the small, plump, soft spoken med-cat. One of mint-shadows daughters, early in life she was selected to be a medicine cat apprentice after forest-breeze, the early medicine cat, had witnessed starclan saving the young-she after a horrific snake attack when she was an apprentice. Shy-gaze is an extremely smart and well-thought of med cat, surpassing even forest-breeze in skill.

Bitterbird- the main character! She is quiet-stars adoptive daughter, her origins are kept a tight secret from the clan. She is reluctant, nervous, and unsure of her skills as a warrior. However under that is a secret bubbling.. maybe she won’t stay a timid young warrior for too long.

egret-coral: bitterbirds sweet, caring, and adventurous childhood friend. He’s been pestering her ever since they were kits- they did their vigil together and they have been close for many moons. Egret-corals mother is rushnight, however his father is unknown to the clan. Egret-coral enjoys making his fellow clan mates laugh and genuinely hates seeing anyone upset. However he is a bit desperate to prove himself as a capable warrior, and will therefor charge into stupid battles to do so.

Ice-fur, a pious, kind young she-cat. Panthersongs sister.

panther-song, a jealous, hateful she who wishes to be elected in a form of power to finally prove her family isn’t what the clan thought it to be. As a young kit, her and her siblings were bought in and kept under the careful eye of hoot-lilac, who seemed nothing short of ashamed of his rogue kits he was assigned. Panther-song will do anything to prove hoot-lilac wrong.

Sneezestep; brother to smoke-fin and blue-needle, he is the camps biggest know-it-all. Snooty, knowledgable, and insufferable.

smoke-fin, not much of a talker, prefers to keep himself on low.

blue-needle, a young Tom-cat who strives to be deputy one day like his sister, panther-song. However he is noble enough to put his family first.

Hoot-lilac, a snooty, cruel, and self-serving Tom. Due to an injury, he was assigned den-dad duty as a young warrior to panther-song and her siblings. Least to say he was not very fond of them.

ebony-fur. A young, curious Tom- mostly keeps to himself and doesn’t say much.

Shadow-claw, a young she cat who was involved in a badger attack as a small apprentice, she is highly regarded in her clan after protecting the kits during this attack!

Creekacorn- a smart, respected Tom in the clan. Earned his scar in a battle against owl-clan.

toad-claw, a young she cat. Recently earned her medicine cat name.

pigeon-feather, a respected warrior.

scar-whisker, a young Tom panther-song seems to be close to..

blink-shadow, an old Tom who has served his clan for a long time.

egret-leaf, a young Tom who seems to have his sights set on shy-gaze, but respects her role as a medicine cat.

Rushnight, a gorgeous speckle-pelted she-cat. However is not held in high regards for breaking the warrior code with a rouge..

cricket-hare, tiny, sarcastic, and insecure, she is not a delight to be around.

Brindle fur! Quiet-stars elder son and bitterbirds half brother. He is kind, charismatic, but ashamed of his past. He loves his little sister and tries his best to see past his mothers negativity, but finds it a bit wearing sometimes.

[wolfiethedestorur]

Exactly how involved is queen bee with her ring? People seem to treat her like a relatively normal hellhound instead of .. well.. their queen?? Who sells them off to work their life in labor as lowly pets..? Many hellhounds hype her up as if she was just a party starter, and loona is perfectly comfortable with disrespecting her own queen. Not to mention.. Shes dating a regular hellhound?

@chucklenu5s

[wolfiethedestorur]

Asher!

In honor of chapter 9 releasing soon, I have drawn one of the easily best characters from my friends UW revision. I have followed Asher for about almost 2 years now, and I just have to say that I had fallen in love with her character. She is a total badass, with the character development and backstory to go with it. Asher earned her way as one of my favs by being a tough, but nuanced lady. I have truly loved following her story and while I am saddened to see it end, I am truly excited to see what @chucklenu5s has in store for the future of her stories! Thank you for 2 years of such an incredible and heart-wrenching story, and I am hyped for whats to come.

(Ps; you can find the story on wattpad under her account if you are interested!)

[wolfiethedestorur]

I love it when people draw warrior cat characters with crazy and well-done eyelashes. Like I want to imagine hollyleaf is sitting there with her Lucious lashes and squrrielflight approaches her like “did you really have to blow all that mascara just for patrol?” And hollyleaf just “YOU DONT UNDERSTAND MOM”

[wolfiethedestorur]

@chucklenu5s canon