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warrior cats but instead of Spottedleaf having a crush on Firepaw, she had an orange sibling that she had lost early due to sickness (inspired her to become a medicine cat) and when Firepaw joined the clan he reminded her of said sibling so she felt drawn to him to protect him
Firestar (but mostly Fireheart) design sketches. I like his design more than the Tigerstar one even if they are both very simple.
What if, when a leader gets their nine lives they gain nine extra marking oon their body, each in different places to signify where they will die.
Say, firestar, in his battle with scourge he gets his throat clawed out, so he had a sharp orange mark around his neck. Where he gets crushed by the tree he gains a small round yet jagged mark where the tree first makes contact against his body.
Tigerstar however only gains one mark, to which he thinks means he'll live forever and only lose a single life, never really considering that the single mark would drain out his entire nine lives.
Firestar not questioning his grandson and legit just scooping in and getting what he sees as nothing more than a stick so his grandson would be happy. Stan Firegrandpa
Tigerclaw : I kin the word betrayal
Fireheart : /screaming/ YOU CAN'T KIN A VERB
Tigerclaw, proceeding to try murder Bluestar : yes i CAAAAA-
This is one of the requests I got on discord, two of my friends requested firestar and graystripe so I decided to combine it and it's basically two bros cuddling but we're totally not gay
Dreaming of the forest - Ikebee
Felt like drawing something warriorcats related :/
So I drew Rusty :O Enjoy
“Fire will save the Clan," she murmured, and Fireheart remembered the mysterious prophecy that he had heard from his earliest days in ThunderClan. "You never understood, did you?" Bluestar went on. "Not even when I gave you your apprentice name, Firepaw. And I doubted it myself, when fire raged through our camp. Yet I see the truth now. Fireheart, you are the fire who will save ThunderClan.”
Happy 20th anniversary, warriors!! Love ya <3
P.2 of the my cursed crossover AUs 😭
The first fandom that I really interacted with was Harry Potter I believe? And I am still hyperfixated on Warrior cats so…
Firepaw is a bright new Muggle-born Hogwarts student ready to begin his magical career! Little does he know that the man who gave him the diamond-shaped scar on his forehead, Tigerclaw, is still out there…
After receiving a prophecy that lightning alone will save GriffinClan, Silverstar (Dumbledore lmao) takes in Boltpaw, a kittypet with a suspicious tabby marking on his forehead…
I hate it but I love it so much so expect more 😭😂
Happy pride month :)
Have some Greyxfire, as a lil'snack
Love the two bicons of the warriors fandom. Also, my original designs for them, I really love firestar lmao
Also please consider following me, I'm not one to beg for follows, but I see tons of people reposting my art and I only have 2 follows lol (shout out to you two, for real). But if you want to see more gay murder cats please follow me
The obligatory first design! Firestarrrrrrrrr
These designs are based off of THIS POST i made a while ago... I love the idea of Firestar going from scrawny to buff over the years!
I HC that he is an Abyssinian-mixed with some big fluffy breed!
Fanart of @painkillr ‘s growth au
A concept that when Firepaw joined the clans, his collar burnt off in his battle with Longtail. His power is that he can shoot fire from his neck. And ya know how he always does that thing where he goes limp then jumps up at his attacker when they try to bit his throat? I was thinking that he would use his power to blind his enemy and get them off of him
Another idea I had was that the reason Brokenstar would make kits into warriors was so that they would get their powers young. He had thought that a cat had to be a warrior to get their special ability until word spread of how Firepaw had gotten his power before he was even an apprentice. This knowledge is what led to the deaths of Marigoldkit and Mintkit when Brokenstar had tried to unlock their power but ended up going too hard on them and killed them.
Mintkit’s power was that his blood would freeze and turn into sharp icicles. Marigoldkit got this cute lil flower tail
got a new tablet today, and so of course I had to draw the warrior cat.
Redraw Time!
This Firestar is one of the first things I posted on this blog so I redrew it!
The original was posted on May 24, 2021! Today is the 25 of July in 2023 :)
Spottedleaf's Love: Chapter 1
Hey everyone! What if there was a different story for Spottedleaf if she hadn't died? Would she have become a warrior to be with Fireheart? Or stuck to the medicine cat code like she was supposed to? Or maybe...
Find out what I think in the first of five chapters of my fanfic: Spottedleaf's Love. I hope you enjoy! - Wolfheart
Chapter 1
Spottedleaf shifted uncomfortably in her nest, unable to get to sleep. She’d already sorted through her bedding twice to check for stones and found none, yet she’d been tossing and turning restlessly for hours, and despite the heaviness of her eyelids couldn’t seem to be able to slip into the warm haze of sleep. Finally, she gave up and rose from her nest, giving her pelt a light shake to remove the clinging scraps of moss from it before stretching and wandering over to her herb stocks.
It was a full moon, and the majority of ThunderClan were gathered at Fourtrees to take part of the Gathering. Bluestar had decided Spottedleaf wouldn’t be attending that night, and Spottedleaf hadn’t minded at the time, unaware that her night would be sleepless, and now she almost wished she were there so she’d at least have something to do.
She pulled out her herbs from the cracks in the stone where she stored them and began to arrange them into careful piles outside, the shining light of the moon at its brightest illuminating the quiet medicine clearing and helping her paws as she worked. She began to remove all the herbs that were too old and made a mental list of what she needed more of. I have to find some more goldenrod… plenty of comfrey – I only gathered it last week… these marigold leaves look like they’ve been sitting here for the last two leaf-bares! Wrinkling her nose, she put the dusty marigolds aside, the frail leaves almost crumbling apart in her jaws, and decided to dispose of them the next day before carrying on.
Soon it was almost midnight, and Spottedleaf had just finished sorting through her herbs. Perhaps I’ll have another go at sleep, she thought. After all, sleep is always the best medicine, and no cat can deny that. She padded over to her nest and settled down, tucking her paws beneath her chest and closing her eyes. Just as she was sliding into sleep, a noise roused her. Out in the clearing she heard what sounded like the light patter of paw steps, so quiet that at first she wondered if she had imagined them. She listened to them for a moment as they seemed to cross the clearing, debating whether she should go and investigate, but reluctant to leave her nest now that she finally had a chance at sleep. Eventually, her curiosity won, and she crept out of her den, wondering who was tiptoeing around the camp in the middle of the night.
At first, she saw nothing but an empty camp, the remaining cats all asleep, but after a few moments she saw, with horror, what she could have never expected. Clawface, a ShadowClan tom, was coming out of the nursery, Frostfur’s four tiny kits swinging from his jaws desperately wailing for help, their tiny mews hardly loud enough for any cat further than she was to hear. Spottedleaf’s eyes widened with horror as the menacing brown tom stalked towards the camp exit. No! she thought desperately. I can’t let him harm them. They’re only kits!
Without thinking, she bounded over to the thorn tunnel as fast as her paws could take her, her heart racing with terror, and skidded to a halt in front of it, swinging around to face Clawface. “Leave them alone, you mange-ridden fox-heart!” she spat, trying not to let her voice tremble as she spoke. “I don’t know where you think you’re taking them!”
Clawface reached her, curling his lip but looking only mildly surprised to see her. “Spottedleaf, isn’t it?” he growled. “I knew someone would–”
“Brightkit, you’re squishing me!” Cinderkit hissed, interrupting the tom. Brightkit stared at her, taken back. “It’s not my fault!” she protested. “It’s this big, mean–”
“Ugly!” Cinderkit added passionately. “His face is all yuck yuck!” “Right,” Brightkit agreed. “It’s this big, mean, ugly cat’s fault. Let us go!”
Clawface ignored the kits, his eyes lighting up with spiteful delight as a plan formed in his mind, making Spottedleaf feel sick. “Now, let’s keep this nice and easy, shall we?” he purred. Suddenly, he dropped Brightkit alone from his grasp, and she landed on the ground where he pinned her before she could get up. He slowly slid out his claws, spreading them like a dome over the helpless kit’s small, delicate body.
“Now, the choice is all yours,” he snarled murderously, a heartless gleam in his cold eyes. “It’s either your life… or hers.”
Spottedleaf gasped, stepping forward to help Brightkit, but Clawface pressed his paw harder against her, causing Brightkit to whimper. Slowly, she moved backwards, hoping Clawface would release his grip slightly, but the tom left his paw where it was.
“You’re a monster,” she hissed, “and so is any cat who would ever even dream of hurting kits! Only a ShadowClan coward would sneak into our camp during the middle of the night to steal our next generation of warriors without a fight. You can kill me, Clawface, but do not harm these kits.” From beneath Clawface’s paw, Brightkit’s eyes shone with awe, reflecting the moonlight. “Wow,” she breathed.
Clawface was still for a moment, and Spottedleaf searched his gaze, surprised to find a shard of uncertainty there, so she went on. “And what are you, exactly? Brokenstar’s minion? The sidekick that’s never mentioned?” She took a step forward, and she saw Clawface flinch away for a moment, then fluff out his fur, becoming double his usual size, but Spottedleaf wouldn’t back away now. “Sidekick?” he spat. “What nonsense are you talking about now? I’m a loyal ShadowClan warrior doing what my leader asked me to do, and you are nothing but an easily removed obstacle.”
“Is. That. So?” Spottedleaf hissed, letting all the ice she felt towards this cat slide into her voice. I may be a medicine cat, but when it comes to kits, I’ll teach this thistle-brain a lesson he won’t be forgetting in a hurry! She unsheathed her claws, then realised with shock that Clawface had sheathed his own and was putting down the kits, letting Brightkit free from his grip. “Spottedleaf!” Thornkit mewled, hurling himself at her the moment he touched the ground. He nuzzled his way under her belly to hide, and immediately the rest of his littermates joined him, almost making Spottedleaf feel like she was being lifted off the ground.
She stared at Clawface in astonishment. “Uh… th-thank you?” she stammered, sheathing her claws again but wondering what was happening. Had she hit her head or fallen unconscious? Was she dreaming? Clawface stared hard at her. “This time, Spottedleaf,” he growled. “But only this time.” He looked away. “I won’t be weak again.”
Suddenly, a bright ginger ball of fur burst into the clearing and spotted Clawface. “Intruder!” Firepaw yowled, loud enough to scare away all the prey in the forest. He leapt at Clawface, but the skilled fighter dodged aside. Firepaw hissed and lunged again. “Run back to ShadowClan, you flea-pelt!” Spottedleaf yowled at the brown tom. Clawface turned and looked at her one last time, glared at Firepaw, then left, sprinting out of the thorn tunnel. Spottedleaf stood there, frozen by shock. I need a sprig of thyme; luckily, we have plenty of that.
She looked at Firepaw and couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed that the apprentice had turned up, but Firepaw purred as he met her gaze. “Saved you, didn’t I?” he meowed, sounding proud. But in her heart, Spottedleaf knew what had really happened. Not why, but she vowed that she would find out.
Firepaw doesn’t need a dad, he’s got these two
