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So uh, news flash, I just remembered Warrior Cats exists and I felt like to do some artwork of my two main OCs that I had 4 years ago.
**Name:** Shadestripe
**Gender:** She-Cat
**Age:** 38 moons
**Affiliation:** ShadowClan
**Rank:** Warrior
**Biography:** Shadestripe, first known as Kage, used to live as a kittypet with her sister, Danuja, and were both owned by Japanese Twolegs. After hearing rumors about the clan cats that live in the forest and wanting to join them, they both escape into the forest. They then run into ShadowClan warriors and join them as apprentices, with Kage now becoming Shadepaw and Danuja becoming Stripepaw. As time when on, it became clear to Shadepaw that her sister doesn’t believe in StarClan nor will follow clan code, and mocks Shadepaw and ShadowClan for believing in them. A battle ensues between the sisters, with the outcome of Shadepaw being the victor and Stripepaw being exiled out of ShadowClan. She was devastated, but Stripepaw reassured her that she will be fine living as a loner. Shadepaw then earns her Warrior name of Shadestripe, after her sister.
**Personality:** Shadestripe is calm, stoic, anti-social, and very reserved. She doesn’t speak to anyone unless it’s close friends, her sister, or clan members of importance and prefers quietness and alone time to herself. Her cat-speak isn’t very good as it’s her second language with the first being Japanese (or the cat-speak equivalent). But underneath the exterior is a caring heart that wishes everyone to live their best life, and will even defend her sister despite differing views.
**Name:** Blister
**Gender:** She-Cat
**Age:** 36 moons
**Affiliation:** Loner (technically BloodClan/BurnClan)
**Biography:** Blister, first known as Danuja used to live as a kittypet with her sister, Kage, and were both owned by Japanese Twolegs. After hearing rumors about the clan cats that live in the forest and wanting to join them, they both escape into the forest. They then run into ShadowClan warriors and join them as apprentices, with Danuja becoming Stripepaw and Kage becoming Shadepaw. As time when on, Stripepaw believed that StarClan was just some idiotic myth and the Clan code was just a burden to all clan cats, which angered her Shadepaw. A battle ensues between the sisters, with the outcome of Shadepaw being the victor and Stripepaw being exiled out of ShadowClan. She was now a loner, but she felt confident that she could survive in the forest thanks to the training from ShadowClan. After learning about BloodClan and joining them, Stripepaw, now Blister, plans to overthrow their leader and transform BloodClan into her own clan, BurnClan
**Personality:** Blister is a cocky, outward, rebellious, feral, and snarky she-cat. She believes that the cats that believe in StarClan and greedy and delusional, and mock them for “talking to the sky.” She also doesn’t like following rules and will purposely break them for her own amusement. That being said, she also secretly feels bad for any loners or outcasts that are going through the same hardships as her and will sometimes share her prey for those who need it the most.
Best girl
Sketch of two clan members
A sketch of a male Shadow Clan member (Left) and a female Bright Clan member (Right).
Happy early Valentine's day folks, here's Zelek and Nuray.
A sketch I made of Alamafruz the leader of the Bright Clan and the Shadow Clan leader.
She's a few inches short compared to him, but she's the same size as the average shadow clanner.
Warrior Cats A-Z Design Challege: Antfur
Antfur was a Shadowclan tom that used to live with the Guardian Cats. He was one of the cats that Ashfur imprisoned in the Dark Forest. The way he died was kind of upsetting, that being falling from a tree while he was recovering from a head injury. Quite a sad end for such an interesting background character.
His mentor was Stonewing.
For my unfounded headcanons, I think Blazefire and Cinnamontail loved Antfur like a brother. Since they all came to Shadowclan as a group I would say that they at least are deeply close with each other.
doodle for an au where hollyleaf lives and becomes besties with dovewing and ivypool
Tigerstar the first!! I always thought about him being either Russian or German i think, not to be stereotypical but yeah. Oh also a little nosebump because I LOVE crooked noses sm. Going to draw him again soon ❤❤
A redraw of this thing from like 6 months ago : https://elephantzrulz.tumblr.com/post/175446430391/a-direct-line-of-5-leaders-not-to-count-3 I love doing intense shading so this was really fun to do. i'm thinking about doing one of these with the Oakstar lineage of medicine cats but there are a lot of drawings that I want to make before Christmas so it'll probably take a while if I decide to. With the color of the shading I was trying to make it fit the character but who knows how it came out, I sure don't Oakstar - middle. The purple shading is for how he is sort of the leader of all of these leaders Bramblestar - top left. Blue was for..idk, insecurity? He has a lot of inner conflict and I guess blue was fitting Tigerheartstar - top right. I would've gone with yellow since he's a feisty one but it didn't really show up so I went with light blue Tigerstar - bottom left. Red, cause blood lol Pinestar - bottom right. A dark green that sort of blends in with the background for how he sort of slipped away from the clans.
Just a little doodle I did. A sketch if you will. Jk I'm actually really proud of this; I think it looks amazing
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.
I'll do their adult and adolescent forms later! ^^
I tried to make it look like Tawnykit was tired of just listening to stories about Tigerstar from the elders and warriors
Conflicted Child
Dovewing design!
I like to imagine her ear(s) flop a bit after she looses her powers :)
Check out this person, they're really cool for doing this:D
Puddleshine
Name meaning: Splotchy fur, gentle, playful, glossy fur, hopeful
Sleek-furred, brown tom with white splotches, pale blue eyes, and scars hidden under his thick pelt.
Cleric herb: Lungwort
Voice Claim: James Pratt
Family and Education
Mother: Pinenose
Father: Spikefur
Brothers: Birchbark, Slatefur
Sister: Lioneye
Foster Sister: Violetshine
Mentor: Leafpool
StarClan Mentor: Yellowfang
Apprentice: Shadowsight
Nature
ISFJ
Social Moral
Social
Platonic Love: Birchbark, Leafpool, Lioneye, Shadowsight, Slatefur, Violetshine
Romantic Love: Alderheart
Friend(s): Tigerstar ii
Mixed feelings: Frecklewish, Mothwing, Pinenose, Rowanclaw, Spikefur
Enemies: Ashfur, Berryheart, Darktail
old cat yuri, save me old cat yuri