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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Sept 17, 2021 7:32:59 GMT -5
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Sept 15, 2021 8:00:45 GMT -5
OK SINCE I HAVENT BEEN HERE IN FOREVER IM GONNA REINTRODUCE MYSELF-
hi! you can call me ethan, blue, eighteen, century, kiel, khonsu, loki, briggan, wilby or tobi, or any variation of those! i have a large collection of neopronouns, but mostly go by he/him, they/them, xe/xim and it/its.
all i talk about anymore is mcyts, marvel and my own projects, though i'm tumbling back into warriors head first along with a bunch of other fandoms. i overanalyse shows a lot and have started up scripting some video essays!
anyway i'm (hopefully) back to stay, and looking to launch back into rp sometime soon, and back into writing warriors fanfic :)
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Sept 15, 2021 7:48:13 GMT -5
heyo!!! it's been FOREVER since i looked at the forums, but lockdown has me turning back to old fandoms, so hi!!! y'all would have known me as thunder, i believe, but a bit has changed in the year or so since i was last here. not sure quite how active i'll be, but i miss this place and the fandom, so i'm hoping to be back for a while at least
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Oct 4, 2019 20:50:47 GMT -5
I'm a little late in finally getting to drawing something for Halloween but happy Halloween y'all!!!
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Oct 4, 2019 19:38:14 GMT -5
I'm excited about the idea of writing contest!!!
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Jul 10, 2019 3:23:11 GMT -5
I started a fic back in mid-2016, a fic I never finished or posted. I found the draft for it again today, and decided to rewrite the Prologue I had. I feel I've improved a lot, and still have room to grow, and I thought I'd share it here!
Prologue [OLD WRITING (MID 2016)]
The gray tabby tom backed away from the limp brown tabby tom. His pelt quivered with apprehension; he had killed his brother!
“You killed him!” screeched a yellow tabby she-cat, confirming his thoughts. She hurled herself towards the brown tabby and stood over his body, hissing defiantly at the gray tabby.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, but the she-cat didn’t seem to hear him, and if she did, she took no notice.
“Get away!” she spat. “You’ve killed him! Get away!” The tabby bowed his head and padded across the once-beautiful plain, glancing back at the battlefield, at the place that had become his brother’s dying place. He was exhuasted; he wanted his brother to be here to comfort him, but his brother was dead. And he was responsible. Determination overrode his sadness. His own Clan still needed him, and he was determined to be the leader they deserved. With a final glance at his brother and his grieving Clanmates, the tabby dissapeared into the forest.
Prologue [NEW WRITING [MID 2019)]
The night was the darkest it had ever been. Not even a single star lit the sky, and clouds drifted over the tiny sliver of the moon that was there. In the low, dark light, the gray tabby tom’s pelt looked almost black, his icy blue eyes a cold, hard gray, and the bright blood on his paws looked more ominous than ever.
Two cats, slowly circling each other as a battle raged around them. Hissing and yowling and the tearing of flesh and fur faded to nothing as the two advanced slowly, steadily, towards each other.
“You don’t want this fight.” A steady green gaze met the gray tabby tom’s, who just curled back his lip to reveal his teeth in response.
“I won’t let you destroy my Clan, brother,” the gray tabby tom hissed, spitting the last word as if it were poisoned, like tainted prey in his jaws.
The green gaze belonged to a brown tabby tom, whose stance was as steady and confident as his eyes were. “Bramblestar. Think about what you are doing.”
The gray tabby tom, Bramblestar, flexed his claws. “I already have, Hawkstar.”
With a loud, hissing yowl, Bramblestar hurled himself at Hawkstar. His claws tore at his brothers stomach, ripping through the fur and the flesh and drawing hot, fresh crimson blood. Hawkstar twisted, and drove his hindpaws up under Bramblestar’s ribs to fling him violently off; the brown tabby crouched low with a warning hiss, tail lashing, as Bramblestar just stared him down, licking dried blood from his jaws.
For a moment, the two just froze, gazes locked. Then Bramblestar was launching himself forwards, muscles pumping. Hawkstar leaped to intercept him, but Bramblestar turned at the last second, propelling himself towards a large oak. Reaching the tree’s base, he pushed off of it to turn directions and barrel into his brother’s side.
Hawkstar yowled, a noise of pure, raw pain, and Bramblestar tumbled over and over with him, pushing his paws as hard as he could into the brown tabby’s flank. The two halted abruptly, and Bramblestar had Hawkstar painfully pinned.
“Nowhere to go, brother.”
Fear flashed in Hawkstar’s green eyes for a moment. “Do your worst.”
Bramblestar’s eyes narrowed, and he raised his paw for a killing blow. Hawkstar’s eyes widened at this, and the fear in his expression only fuelled Bramblestar, who slammed his paw into Hawkstar’s neck. He dug his claws in tight, holding on as his brother convulsed, again and again and again.
“Stop!” A feminine voice pierced the air, making Bramblestar loosen his grip for a moment to glance over and spot a yellow tabby she-cat before his gaze hardened and his grip tightened again, digging into Hawkstar’s flesh harder than before.
Blood bubbled at the brown tabby tom’s lips. “StarClan… they were… right…”
Too late, Bramblestar released his brother, eyes widening. The brown tabby tom convulsed a final time, green eyes widening as he gasped for a final breath of air that wasn’t there. All his nine lives had gone, disappeared one after the other as Bramblestar had dug his claws into Hawkstar’s throat.
The crimson, bloody tide seemed to lap at Bramblestar’s paws as he backed away, pelt quivering and eyes wide. I killed him! My own brother!
Suddenly, the yellow tabby she-cat was standing over the brown tabby tom’s body, hissing and snarling, spittle flying in the direction of the regretful gray tabby.
“You killed him!” she screeched, over and over. Bramblestar just stared at her for a moment, fumbling for words.
“I-I-”
“Get away!”
“Goldenash-”
“I said get away!” Goldenash looked absolutely livid as she stood over the dead body of Hawkstar, as if defending him while he lost a life. Bramblestar’s head dropped.
Regret and remorse seemed to slowly build up in him, until he was drowning in it. He stared at his paws, covered in the red, red, red blood of his brother. He’d broken the warrior code, done wrong by StarClan and his own Clan, but worst of all, his own brother was dead and it was because of him.
Then Bramblestar raised his head, narrowing his eyes determinedly. This beautiful place, once a gathering ground for the Clans, had become his brother’s dying place, but not the dying place of his Clan. His Clan, who still needed him. Who needed their leader.
With a final, regretful glance at his brother’s now limp, still, unmoving body and the hissing form of Goldenash, he turned and, with a sweep of his tail, led his Clan away from the now-bloodied battlegrounds.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Jul 10, 2019 2:58:14 GMT -5
MAN IM HYPED THIS LOOKS SO GREAT!!! Also you mentioning Endgame hurt me in many ways...
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 20, 2019 4:02:21 GMT -5
As much as I love my baby boy Hawkfrost, I gotta say Scourge; he was an interesting villain, was very ruthless, and I'd love to have more insight into BloodClan and Scourge as a whole. He was a smart and brutal cat, especially when he killed Tigerstar in front of the other Clans. The point of that wasn't out of anger, it was to scare and intimidate the other Clans, hopefully into submission. He actually wanted to AVOID a battle there.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 16, 2019 20:56:19 GMT -5
Ooo can you do Crowfeather, Breezepelt and Nightcloud
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 12, 2019 1:07:52 GMT -5
86 Sparrow shall we start the rp???
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 24, 2019 22:53:10 GMT -5
He was one of my faves for a long time (he was just below my absolute BOY Crowfeather) but then... well the whole thing with Jessy kind of put me off him a bit, and I really didn't think their romance was necessary at all (I would have preferred to see him and Squirrelflight gradually repairing their relationship) and it also just felt very rushed. I'm pretty neutral on him now, considering he seemed to be the most level-headed leader in AVOS and actually seemed to freaking THINK, but I don't think I'll ever actually like him again.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 24, 2019 22:48:46 GMT -5
I love the idea of Twigbranch coming to see Alderheart as her father instead of her actual father, because he was there for her a lot when she was younger.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 16, 2019 1:44:07 GMT -5
He’d lived his entire life this way; in the hollow, surrounded by other rogues. They functioned as a group to a certain extent, but ultimately it was every cat for himself. They’d all made friends, and gained enemies, but funnily enough it wasn’t long until the rogues seemed to clearly recognise him as their leader, bringing him their troubles and problems and concerns. Then he had the dream telling him to form a Clan. To call it TundraClan. At this point, he didn’t know if he was slowly losing it. Sure, he knew cats used to live around these parts, but listening to something in your dreams? That was a sure way to lose his current status. Maybe one day he might listen to it, but not yet.WELCOME WELCOME ONE AND ALL!!!Howdy folks this is pretty much a rogue rp, but they semi-function as a Clan and will one day become a Clan. Their recognised leader is currently Skullex, and the plot will more or less be centred around him worrying about whether or not to try and shape them into a Clan ROGUESLeader: Skullex- off white tom with black paws, tail and muzzle and amber eyes|| EthanTheAnnus Second-in-command: Mongoose- Dusty brown fur with a gray patch on his back, accompanied with black stripes in the same area. Dotted with tiny, darker brown speckles. Fur fades into a paler brown at the face, which features two narrowed, piercing amber eyes. Has whitish gray paws, and a long, tufted tail, the tuft itself being black. He himself is slender, with small paws, and a narrow face. Despite this, he is rather short.|| 86 Healer: Bat-Thin and diminutive frame with short silvery grey fur, large ears, and unnaturally dilated amber eyes|| Sparrow Rogues: Talon- Tangled, spotted dilute tortoiseshell fur with scars across his back|| Sparrow Circuit-A large, bulky cat with clean, well-groomed, black fur. Three white rings on all four legs, as well as four rings on a bushy tail. Has a single white spot near each blue eye, both being symmetrical to each other. Has a white diamond on their chest. Their fur is somewhat weirdly-colored in some places, although those patches are rather faded.|| 86 Gibbous-She has the standard blue-gray fur of a russian blue cat. She has a white splotch of fur over her left eye (her perspective), as well as a single white forepaw on the opposing side. Unlike most cats in the hollow, she dons a blue collar, with a crescent-moon shaped tag attached to it that displays her twoleg-given name, even though nobody can read it. She has faint dark circles under her green eyes, the source being insomnia.|| 86 Bird- dark grey she cat with a light grey muzzle, tail tip and two sock, her front right and her back left. She has light grey inside ears and a light grey line on the sides of her eyes. Her eyes are a mix between emerald green and light green. She has a pink nose and no collar| 𝔾𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕖𝕠Raven- black she cat with one white sock on her front right paw. She also has white toes on her other foot. Her tail tip is white, along with the dots under her eyes. Her eyes, are blue| 𝔾𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕖𝕠Jay- grey cat with light grey paws and ears. He has dark grey tabby stripes and amber eyes| 𝔾𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕖𝕠FUTURE CLAN RANKSClan Leader: Skullex (Skullstar) Deputy: Medicine Cat: Warriors: Joining form:Cat’s Name|Age|Gender|Description|Sexuality|Backstory/History|OtherSkullex|25 Moons|Tom|Off white tom with black paws, tail and muzzle and amber eyes|Bi|Skullex was born into the hollow, but like most young cats born into the rogue group, he ventured away from the hollow once he could fend for himself. A few moons later, he returned, and slowly clawed his way back up the hierarchy until he eventually became the group’s recognised leader.|N/A| EthanTheAnnus Bat|60 moons|she-cat|Thin and diminutive frame with short silvery grey fur, large ears, and unnaturally dilated amber eyes|Bi|She was born far away in another forest and given the name Rain after the medicine cat apprentice Rainpaw who helped her mother give birth. Since she was born, her eyes have been unable to dilate, which has made her sensitive to bright light and essentially blind. She can see best at night, but over the years her eyes have been damaged further (by direct sunlight and fires), so she rarely bothers trying. Rainpaw taught her a bit about herbs as a kit, but she was separated from her family at a young age, so most healing knowledge has come through experience and trial and error. She took on the fake name Bat to avoid attention (her family was pretty well known in the forest) and ended up befriending an older ex-Bloodclan tom named Stone. He became her travelling partner and protector for many moons. After he passed away from a fox attack she decided to see more of the world as there was nothing left for her in the old forest. She relies mainly on her ears and experience to put prey in her mouth. She can decently defend herself when necessary, relying on creativity and skill since she's not very big, strong, or able to see. She's private and respectful, but has no problem keeping secrets from others for her own benefit. She's confident in her abilities and hates being treated like an invalid.|Healer | Sparrow Talon|10 moons|Tom|Tangled, spotted dilute tortoiseshell fur with scars across his back|Ace|Was born on a farm, but was separated from his family by a hungry owl. He managed to get free from its talons and fell into a stream that carried him the Hollow. He took the name Talon because he thought it would make him seem more intimidating and wants to prove that he's the best. He's a little nosy and pushy because he's eager to learn and get stronger, but is overall a cheerful cat. He sleeps in the Hollow, but spends most of his time outside exploring.|Rogue | Sparrow Mongoose|38 Moons|Tom|Dusty brown fur with a gray patch on his back, accompanied with black stripes in the same area. Dotted with tiny, darker brown speckles. Fur fades into a paler brown at the face, which features two narrowed, piercing amber eyes. Has whitish gray paws, and a long, tufted tail, the tuft itself being black. He himself is slender, with small paws, and a narrow face. Despite this, he is rather short.|Aromantic|Mongoose was born to a family of barn cats responsible for hunting mice that plagued the area. Mongoose, unlike the others, was troublesome, messing with the nearby farm owners, and making himself out to be a threat, even getting a story about him into the town paper. He was eventually chased out when the farmers got a dog, and was forced to flee to the rogue hollow, where he currently resides, his brain full of anger and contempt.|Mongoose views himself highly, despite being but a simple rogue. He feels that others are below him, and unworthy of his attention. He believes that he should be the rogue group's leader instead of Skullex, and has been working hard to get into that position without setting off any alarms. He is currently Second-in-command. | 86 Circuit|37 Moons|Non-Binary|A large, bulky cat with clean, well-groomed, black fur. Three white rings on all four legs, as well as four rings on a bushy tail. Has a single white spot near each blue eye, both being symmetrical to each other. Has a white diamond on their chest. Their fur is somewhat weirdly-colored in some places, although those patches are rather faded.|Bisexual|Circuit was a cat who lived in an arcade with the arcade owners, dedicated to their job of welcoming new costumers and players to the building. They were also responsible with pointing out cheaters, quarter pickers, vandalizers, and other troublemakers. One day, on Christmas Eve, someone broke into the arcade and began to vandalize one of the cabinets. Circuit went after them to try and stop them, but ended up getting kicked, and attacked with spray paint, leaving stains in their fur. They were forced to run away, leaving the arcade owners and loyal arcade fans wondering where that wonderful cat went.|Circuit, keeping the attitude they had at the arcade, is quick to point out those trying to start trouble within the hollow, and has low tolerance for troublemakers. This attitude has increased since they were chased away, resentment leaving them bitter and angry. They hold a grudge against Mongoose. | 86 Gibbous|25 Moons|She-Cat|She has the standard blue-gray fur of a russian blue cat. She has a white splotch of fur over her left eye (her perspective), as well as a single white forepaw on the opposing side. Unlike most cats in the hollow, she dons a blue collar, with a crescent-moon shaped tag attached to it that displays her twoleg-given name, even though nobody can read it. She has faint dark circles under her green eyes, the source being insomnia.|Lesbian|Not much is known about her, but it is known that she ran away from her twoleg home to explore the world, a thing she would've never been able to do had she not took the only chance she had to get out of her confining home.|Nobody knows why she keeps her collar, as Gibbous is extremely secretive about her reasons and the things she does. She's an unforthcoming, acquisitive inventor, who collects random items in hopes of making new things out of them, much to the annoyance of other cats, as well as to her, as others tend to throw out the "valuable" things she brings back to the hollow with her. She's an antisocial insomniac with an unstable temper as a result of her lack of sleep, her temper often flaring when pressured to reveal what she's doing, or being interrupted in the middle of her personal work. However, once gaining her trust, she'll go on for hours about all the things she wishes to do, and is currently doing. Aside from that, she is a pretty large atychiphobiac. | 86 Bird|27 Moons|♀|Bird is a dark grey she cat with a light grey muzzle, tail tip and two sock, her front right and her back left. She has light grey inside ears and a light grey line on the sides of her eyes. Her eyes are a mix between emerald green and light green. She has a pink nose and no collar.|Heterosexual|She was born a loner. One of her parents was a clan cat named Dusk'Fall, her mother was named Whisper, a Blood'Clan she cat. She was raised quiet well, until her mom died from a two-leg monster. She was forced to fend for herself. She ran into Skullex well she was scavenging for food.| She keeps one of the teeth from her mother's collar in honor of her.| 𝔾𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕖𝕠Raven|18 Moons|♀| Raven is a black she cat with one white sock on her front right paw. She also has white toes on her other foot. Her tail tip is white, along with the dots under her eyes. Her eyes, are blue.|Straight| She is Bird's daughter. No one knows who her father was. She was only a kit when Bird joined the rogues.| She looks a lot like Scourge, no surprise there her mother's mother was related to Scourge.| 𝔾𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕖𝕠Jay|18 Moons|♂| Jay is a grey cat with light grey paws and ears. He has dark grey tabby stripes and amber eyes.|Heterosexual| Jay is Raven's brother and Bird's son. He was born before Raven and is quiet and intelligent. He knows who his father is, even though he has never mentioned it.| He has a Jay feather hanging from his ear, given to him by his father.| 𝔾𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕖𝕠
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 16, 2019 1:27:56 GMT -5
Is this a “Thanks I hate it” or a “That’s insufferable, I love it” because either is good SmugGull
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 10, 2019 23:11:10 GMT -5
This was born because I wondered how the Clans would deal with a zombie plague.
WARNINGS: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD/WOUNDS, DARK ENDING*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* A dark figure rose above the small, tired brown tabby tom, and he turned his leaf green eyes to it more out of duty than actual curiosity.
"Give our Clan a break," he meowed, his voice sluggish and full of exhaustion. "They've been through too much these past moons; after losing both Hawkwhisper and Scarstar... I don't think they can take much more."
The dark silhouette of the cat said nothing, didn't even move as it stood there. The brown tabby tom took a cautious step forward, then another, his paws barely making a sound on the earth. He managed to make out two amber eyes, unblinking and glazed. By far the most odd things were the way the cat held themselves; they looked almost broken in the middle, like their spine had snapped and at any moment they were going to collapse into a heap. Their paws were turned inwards, like it was a struggle to keep upright, and they shook slightly, almost as if staining with the effort.
The brown tabby tom forced himself not to step back, instead carefully studying the cat before him; he could now make out it was a tom, and he took another step forward. The scent of the cat drifted to him, familiar but filled, coated with infection. He choked back the cry that threatened to burst from his throat; he knew this tom, possibly far better than anyone else."Inkheart?" The brown tabby's voice was barely a whisper. He didn't understand what was wrong, what had happened to the cat before him; the Inkheart he knew was a strong, noble warrior, muscles rippling under his golden pelt and not a care in the world. What was before him was undoubtedly Inkheart, his golden pelt dulled and the horrible, horrible way he held himself the only thing the brown tabby could focus on.Wounds marred the golden tom's pelt, some still bleeding, but none of them healed. Some looked old, days and days old, yet they still sat open, exposing flesh and, the brown tabby noticed with a shiver, bone. He met Inkheart's gaze to find that his eyes, his beautiful, glowing amber eyes were not only dull, glazed and lifeless, but edged with green that seemed to be gradually leaking more and more into his gaze."What happened to you?" The brown tabby murmured, his gaze still locked on the golden tom. One particular wound looked the worst; a deep bite on his hindleg, one that clearly showed cracked bone beneath. The brown tabby felt sick at the sight, and then he noticed the blood sitting on Inkheart's lips. It was dried, clumps of it gathered by the corners of his mouth, and the brown tabby couldn't help but stumble back; his paw landed heavily on a twig, cracking it so, so loudly."StarClan!" He yowled, leaping into the air with fright before calming down. "StarClan that scared me!"The brown tabby failed to notice the way Inkheart's head turned, ears pricking towards the noise, and the way his lips curled back. When he turned back to the golden tom, he saw him in a state that looked similar to a cat on the hunt. His teeth, sharper than the brown tabby remembered them to be, were clearly visible, blood staining them. His eyes, with that hideous green enroaching on them, were narrowed, locked onto him. With a low growl, Inkheart took a pace forward; the brown tabby winced as he heard the way the golden tom's bones cracked and clicked as he moved."Inkheart. It's me. It's Windleaf."Inkheart made no inclination that he had heard, simply letting out a snarl and taking another bone cracking step. The brown tabby, Windleaf, glanced around in a slight panic."Inkheart! It's me! It's Windleaf! It's your mate! Please!"Inkheart crouched, bones cracking once more, and Windleaf felt bile rise in his throat as some bones began to poke through the golden tom's pelt. He began to carefully back up, trying not to make any sudden moves; then Inkheart sprung, pinning him down. Windleaf yowled, and tried to fight his way out, but he was a medicine cat, not a warrior; he didn't stand a chance against someone as strong as Inkheart. He clenched his eyes shut, waited for the killing bite to come, but it didn't. The last thing Windleaf registered was the feeling of Inkheart's claws scratching open the back of his skull.*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
His eyes snapped open to the medicine den; the recognition that it had been a dream began to sink in. Then his leaf green eyes settled on the golden tom curled around him, and he leaped away with a loud yowl. The tom stirred, amber eyes settling on Windleaf with visible concern. It was then that the medicine cat realised the scent of infection wasn't in the air, and that Inkheart's eyes no longer had green leaking into them. He let out a breath of relief, and he slowly recognised there were no wounds marring Inkheart's pelt. "Windleaf? Are you alright?" "Just a dream," he replied dismissively, and instantly Inkheart was padding to Windleaf's side. "Not another prophecy?" "No. No, ShadowClan is safe." As soon as he said it, Windleaf felt he was lying; the sense of impending danger hadn't left him since he'd woken up, and it just seemed to be growing stronger. "Inkheart?" The head of the Clan leader, Seedstar, popped into the den; he'd only been the leader for a few days, voted into leadership after the death of both the Clan leader Scarstar and the deputy, Hawkwhisper. Seedstar, then Seedstrike, had been the obvious choice; good at taking charge in the heat of battle, and good at thinking through decisions to do not only what was best for ShadowClan, but what was best for all the Clans around the lake. Many cats were saying he was the best leader ShadowClan had had since the notorious Tigerstar, way back when they had lived elsewhere; not that any cat alive had ever met Tigerstar personally. Windleaf thought the best leader ShadowClan had had, other than Seedstar, was Blackstar. He knew a lot of cats in his Clan agreed with Tigerstar's ideals, and he worried some of them even agreed with Tigerstar's ideas of ruling all the Clans. Windleaf felt that Blackstar's notions to restore ShadowClan to glory without destroying everyone else in their wake was a much better ideal to have. "Yes, Seedstar?" Inkheart moved from his position beside Windleaf to address the leader, and Windleaf felt the urge to usher him back, to keep him with him the whole day and not let him out of his sight. "Aspenfur wants you for her patrol." The words ignited a feeling of dread in the medicine cat, and for a moment he swore he could see the same figure, the same shell of Inkheart that he'd seen in his dreams standing right beside them. "Don't go!" Windleaf burst out, taking a step forward. Seedstar's eyes narrowed. "Did you have a vision?" "Not exactly, but-" Windleaf began, only to be cut off. "Then he will go," Seedstar meowed, and Inkheart cast a look at Windleaf that was full of regret, almost as if he were apologising on behalf of his leader. For not the first time, Windleaf felt Inkheart would make a good Clan deputy one day; the young, energetic warrior was certainly on his way there, currently mentoring an apprentice and constantly going above and beyond in his duties. It wouldn't surprise Windleaf if he did become deputy one day. The medicine cat was shaken out of his thoughts as the two warriors left the den, and in padded Fernclaw, her gaze full of worry. "What's wrong?" Windleaf asked, already ready to grab any herbs he may need. "Whitekit's gotten himself all scratched up play-fighting with Reedkit and Waterkit." " Again?" Windleaf let out a sigh. "Okay, I'll get some herbs and be right over."
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* The morning passed uneventfully after treating Whitekit, leaving Windleaf time to sort out his herbs and get rid of ones that were old and dried out and no longer useful. After he'd done this, he got himself a vole from the fresh-kill pile and had barely taken a few bites of it when a loud yowl made him come padding from his den; the patrol Inkheart was a part of had returned, but instead of trotting joyously alongside them, the patrol was carrying the warrior. Wounds marred his pelt, and Windleaf told himself that he was merely imagining they were in the same place as his dream. "Windleaf!" Aspenfur, the Clan deputy and Windleaf's sister, spotted him and relief filled her gaze. "We found a rogue in our territory; he was acting odd and Inkheart went to try and chase him and off and well... it was weird..." "That can wait," Windleaf snapped, eyes fixed on the injured form of Inkheart. "Get him into the den." The ShadowClan cats quickly moved the golden tom into the medicine den, and Windleaf's eyes settled on the worst wound of them all; a deep bite in Inkheart's hind leg, deep enough to reveal bone. Windleaf's pelt fluffed out in fear; was his dream going to come true? He quickly set to work, chewing up herbs to apply to his wounds and then wrapping them tight with cobwebs. When he was done, he stepped back to check he hadn't missed any; Inkheart let out a groan and his amber eyes flickered open for a second. Windleaf was sure he was just imagining the hint of green in the tom's gaze. He padded from the den to find Aspenfur, who was sitting in a far corner of the camp, a sparrow in front of her, completely untouched. "What was so weird?" "About what? The rogue?" Aspenfur bent down to take a bite of sparrow, and Windleaf noted how small it was; his sister was definitely shaken up. "Yes. The rogue." Windleaf sat down neatly beside her, curling his tail over his forepaws. "Well... he didn't seem to have any fighting technique. And everytime he moved, there was this sound, like bones cracking. After he got his teeth into Inkheart's leg, he... I don't know why, but he went for Inkheart's head. Looked like he was trying to get into his skull, to his brains or something? It was really, really weird." "Did you see his eyes?" Windleaf asked urgently, leaning closer. "Well, yes." Aspenfur looked confused. "Why?" "Were they edged with green? Like it was slowly spilling into them?" "Windleaf, is something wrong?" "Answer my question!" Desperation had crept into the medicine cat's tone, and Aspenfur looked startled. "Yes," she said finally. "Yes, they were." Windleaf leaped to his paws. "I have to warn Seedstar!" "Wait! Windleaf! What is going on?" Aspenfur called after him as he began to trot quickly across the clearing, in the direction of the leader's den, his mind set on making Seedstar believe him.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Time passed quickly after that. Inkheart was quarantined, and his wounds, though they didn't get any worse or become infected, refused to heal. The tom slowly began to regain consciousness more and more often, and then one day the whole of ShadowClan had to evacuate camp; Inkheart was attacking every cat within sight, bones cracking as he moved and eyes fixed on victim after victim. Windleaf spotted him crack open a cat's skull and begin to devour their brains before he managed to make it out.
Only a small band of them escaped, and they quickly began to warn the other Clans; Windleaf later discovered the cat whose brains Inkheart had been munching on was none other than his sister Aspenfur. Out of the whole of ShadowClan, only seven cats escaped; Windleaf, Seedstar, Fernclaw, Buckheart, Whitekit, Wrenfeather and Oaktail. Their group grew as cats from WindClan, ThunderClan, RiverClan and SkyClan fled with them; unfortunately, only a small handful of cats believed his story, and soon the Clans were all infected, or dead, apart from their small band of cats.
And so they began to try and find ways to survive, ways to avoid the living dead as they had begun to think of them as. Some became kittypets, believing this to be safer. Others suggested leaving, to find a new territory. In the end, this was what they did; all except for Windleaf. He refused to leave behind the place he knew, where his life had been lived and memories built.
And so his dream came true, in the end; he was eventually surrounded by the infected, one of which was Inkheart. Despite himself, Windleaf smiled.
"Hello, my love," he meowed, then closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Dec 23, 2018 18:02:09 GMT -5
I don't have piercings at all; I like how they look but I'm too much of a wuss to get them done, besides I'd probably get sick of them after like two days so
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Dec 23, 2018 17:57:26 GMT -5
Your style is so pretty! I'd love to do an art trade sometime if you're up for it.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 20, 2018 3:25:50 GMT -5
ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ I'll give it a try! Were you after a headshot, half body or full body?
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 19, 2018 1:38:08 GMT -5
bumps)
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 19, 2018 1:36:37 GMT -5
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 19, 2018 1:15:46 GMT -5
Bumps)
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 13, 2018 20:41:04 GMT -5
I'm in Australia and it's pretty much the same, except the community is quite small??? I do have one IRL friend who likes warriors and we both plan to take this fandom to our graves. TBH most people I've met who read/have read warriors who are in Aus are still knee-deep in the fandom, but that might just be my own experience.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 13, 2018 20:38:24 GMT -5
So... after finishing Crowfeather's Trial about two weeks ago, Breezepelt is now my son.
If any of you know me well, you'd know Crowy is my favourite warrior, and I was waaaay too excited for CT, and then I unintentionally adopted Breezepelt throughout the course of reading it.
Not saying I excuse his actions, it just... made me hate him less.
And then BOOM HE HAS EMOTIONS AND HE'S A SOFT BOY AND OKAY HE DID SOME BAD THINGS BUT I L O V E H I M
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 13, 2018 20:35:10 GMT -5
I had a massive crush on Brambleclaw, and also at one point Breezepelt (why??? WHY??? He's clearly my very trashy son).
I CURRENTLY have the biggest crush ever on Crowfeather (he's my fave cat don't even get me started on how much I love him) and also a gigantic crush on Mothwing (who wouldn't tho)
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 13, 2018 20:30:08 GMT -5
Your art style is so so beautiful!!!! I love getting to see your stuff
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 13, 2018 20:22:06 GMT -5
So. I'm Thunder and I like doing art. I can do people or animals, but keep in mind that I generally suck at human anatomy and anything more than a half-body will probably suck. All my art examples are on my DA, which is here. I'm willing to do art trades, if so can you please draw either my sona, or one of my art fight characters (all of which are here) If you don't want to do an art trade, however, here are my prices for art (all in forum money, of course, OR DA points if you'd prefer) HEADSHOTS: Sketch- $5 forum dollars OR 10 DA points Lineart- $7 forum dollars OR 15 DA points Lined and coloured- $10 forum dollars OR 20 DA points Fully finished and shaded- $12 forum dollars OR 25 DA points HALF BODIES: Sketch- $8 forum dollars OR 15 DA points Lineart- $10 forum dollars OR 20 DA points Lined and coloured- $15 forum dollars OR 30 DA points Fully finished and shaded- $17 forum dollars OR 35 DA points FULL BODIES: Sketch- $10 forum dollars OR 20 DA points Lineart- $15 forum dollars OR 25 DA points Lined and coloured- $25 forum dollars OR 35 DA points Fully finished and shaded- $30 forum dollars OR 45 DA points
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 13, 2018 20:13:58 GMT -5
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 13, 2018 20:09:43 GMT -5
I cried for half an hour
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 8, 2018 16:39:46 GMT -5
Y u m y u m y u m
Cheese dipped in yoghurt
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 7, 2018 22:23:20 GMT -5
A soft, almost undetectable wind blew through the forest, gently stirring the leaves.
A single leaf broke off from a tree branch, swirling up into the sky and suddenly plummeting down towards the earth.
The leaf was crushed beneath a dainty white paw, shining silver in the moonlight.
Bright green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and an old scar shone bright red in the pale light, appearing almost fresh.
A cat stepped into a hollow in the forest, and in the weak light one could make out the silver tabby markings on the cat's pelt, turned almost gray in the darkness.
A she-cat, with bright green eyes, a raggedly torn ear and an old scar crossing over her left eye, which looked scratched and damaged as it roamed around, surveying her surroundings.
Her paws, stomach, chest and muzzle were a shining, impeccable white, and her right hind leg was missing all of it's fur from about halfway down, the skin torn and ragged.
Despite her scars, the she-cat wore a proud, almost smug, expression on her face.
Out of the shadows slunk a second cat, a battered looking golden tabby tom, pawsteps slow, his tail limp as it dragged along the earth behind him.
"It is done?" the she-cat demanded, taking a single pace towards him.
The tom flinched at her tone. "Yes, Wishcloud. It is done."
"Good," she meowed softly, then repeated it, louder, a trace of madness in her tone. "Good!"
The golden tom flinched again, and took a half pace backwards, eyes darting around nervously before he seemed to recover and remember where he was.
He drew himself up taller, meeting the she-cat's gaze. "And you?"
"And me what?" Wishcloud spat, claws uncurling and digging into the soft earth beneath her feet.
"Have you done your part?" The tom was now unflinching, turning his almost condescending brown gaze on the she-cat, who was shorter than him, her head barely reaching his shoulder.
"You think I wouldn't?" Her gaze turned murderous. "You dare doubt me, Brackenstep?"
"Of course not, I just-"
"You just what?" Wishcloud took a menacing step towards Brackenstep, who gulped and glanced around, any sense of confidence now gone.
The tom shook his head, casting his eyes at the earth, jaws snapping shut.
"Is it because I'm a medicine cat?" Wishcloud's voice was now dangerously low. "Because poison is not the only painful way to kill a cat."
Brackenstep's eyes widened as he sensed the underlying threat, but was too slow to react as Wishcloud's claws sliced swiftly through his neck.
Blood splattered across the silver tabby she-cat's fur, and she raised her paw to lick it clean, little manic laughter-like noises bubbling out from her as she did so.
"Dead dead dead, you're all so dead," she said in a soft, sing-song voice.
Flicking her tail, she stalked away in the direction of the nearest stream to clean herself off, not caring if anyone found the body of Brackenstep.
She'd ensured they'd all be dead soon enough, so why bother?
Letting out a small mrrow of amusement, the she-cat pushed through the bushes at the edge of the hollow and disappeared into the night.
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