Behold My Polyamory Propaganda Be Upon You!

I do condemn the media and governments for spending more time and resources searching for those five morons than for the Mediterranean wreckage, however I can’t be mad at the internet because i get it. Only one of these stories is funny and only one of these stories is a win for the working class. If this situation helps further cement the fact that only certain lives are valued under capitalism, and that the rich are NEVER smarter or savvier than the lower classes, then I say keep the memes coming.

ClanGen Moon 0

Welcome to WillowClan!

Quietstar - 114 moons, 9 lives remaining, an insecure dream shaper and a great kit sitter

Pumaback (deputy) - 73 moons, a righteous and unusually strong fighter

Daisybubble (medicine) - 154 moons, a charismatic and naturally intuitive elder

Breezecloud - 29 moons, a phenomenal hunter and great teacher but completely oblivious

Wingkit - 5 moons, an ambitious moss-ball hunter

Riverdusk - 103 moons, a cunning storyteller

Downypad - 151 moons, an adventurous hunter with swimming skills

Sloefall - 141 moons, a strong fighter but childish (perhaps it's just childlike whimsy)

Moon 0:

Moonlight shone on the long moore grass as puffy, bunny-tail-like clouds quickly traced the sky. The breeze was refreshing but fell on numb fur as the cats trudged on the freshly dampened earth. New-leaf had been generous with rain so far. Quietflit looked behind her as she walked. She had known the elders who followed her would need a slower pace after walking for such a long time but seeing them now, tailing even farther behind with every step, she realized how desperate the group was for a camp. Wingkit, who had started the trek outpacing every other cat, now had to be carried by Riverdusk after complaining of sore paws. Were these the cats StarClan had prophesied would found a new great clan? 

It's not that Quietflit didn't trust the group; she didn't trust herself to lead them to that destiny. Clearlilac, the medicine cat of RiverClanClan, had been very clear what must be done before his untimely death but had he been correct to pick Quietflit to fulfill this prophecy? Quietflit wrestled with these thoughts as the group walked on. Desperate to bite the throat of this insecurity and bring it to the ground. The group behind her, who had been willing to follow her for a moon, trusted her. Clearlilac trusted her; in life and in death. The dreams of him had only grown stronger since they said their final goodbyes to RiverClan. The sound of his voice in her ear, giving her comfort and guidance on which paths to take through the many forests, hills and swamp lands they walked through. The only thing she had to worry about was taking each step.

A gasp came from Pumaback who had been walking at her side. Quietflit looked up. Her eyes shone with disbelief. Of course StarClan could be trusted. Of course Clearlilac had been right. Of course leaving RiverClan had been the right path for this group of cats. In front of her, as if placed there by the paw of StarClan, lay a large shallow cliff enclosed clearing. Tunnels framed by smooth stones encircled the camp as soft fresh sprouts of grass, no larger than a mouse tail, grew at the center. The willow tree that marked the end of their journey grew at the far end of the clearing, its long dainty branches hung over the slope. At that moment, Quietflit could feel the dragging weight of her group's StarClan given duties lift. 

She turned to face the brave cats who had followed her. Their many-colored eyes shone brighter in the moonlight. Now full of life as they took in the sight they had longed for. "When we set out a moon ago, I did not know tonight would be the night that our many days of wandering would conclude." She smiled as Wingkit was gently placed on the ground. Sleep weighed down the kit's eyelids. Quietflit knew Wingkit wouldn't remember this in the morning but somehow that added to the cuteness of the scene. "You are brave warriors, braver than me that's for sure. I believe this is the place Clearlilac prophesied that we would settle in. I see questioning in your eyes Downypad." Quietflit chuckled. "No, I also did not anticipate living like a WindClan cat but if you listen closely there seems to be a stream nearby. We have not lost our roots, we have simply outgrown our mother soil. Let's begin the duties of making this place a camp tomorrow but you all have done more than enough to earn a long rest." The wind rustled in the grass and the group took a collective breath. Each cat found the footing they needed to enter the camp. It took less than a minute for each cat to collapse into their hollow and drift to sleep.

That night, Quietflint dreamed once again. This one was not like the others. Her eyes opened and she took in her surroundings, awe filling her from tail tip to nose. The hair on her shoulders raised and her ears twitched. This was no the MoonStone cave. She was standing on a large ledge looking over a valley spit by a river. The rock behind her and under her paws was smooth, black, and reflected each star above her head perfectly as if a mirror. It looked as if she was sitting amongst the stars looking over the land below as StarClan would. 

The stars began to move and twinkle as if many unseen cats walked in front of them. Then two stars lowered closer to her and blinked slowly. Clearlilac manifested from the light, the two stars becoming his eyes. As Clearlilac approached her, she swiveled her ears behind her. Whispers of her ancestors quietly chanted words she could barely make out in unison. "We grant you your remaining 8 lives." Each voice distant, but together they shook Quietflint to the core. "Use them well and with our blessing." 

Their starry eyes stared into the back of her head as Clearlilac touched noses with her. "Welcome to StarCliff, Quietflint. Or-" he looked her up and down with an expression that seemed knowing of her every thought, "should I say Quietstar?" A hearty laugh that reverberated across the land followed. "Well done! The trek was not easy but every cat that came with you I selected myself." He raised his whitened chin in teasing pride.

Quietstar could do nothing but slowly nod. What was there to say that Clearlilac and the cats that watched her didn't already know? "You really do live up to your name." He laughed again. "Anyway, it's about time you returned back to your clan. WillowClan. But I must warn you of something. There is a deeply personal relationship in the clan that will come to an untimely end, however, the young one will recover. She will find comfort in a cat close to you. Go to them now and return to StarCliff in a moon. The path will be clear when you need it." And with a smile, he touched his nose to Quietstar's forehead. A blinding light forced her eyes closed and once she was able to open them again she was in the hollow. Pumaback slept peacefully next to her as the light of a new day shone into Quirtstar's eyes. She sat up and licked her chest to soothe herself. The stretch and yawn that followed cleansed the remaining sleep from her body. 

Please motivate me to get back into Warriors PLEASE

FireGoldenSandDaisy (The FireBlonde Au)

When goldenflower shunts off her “tell my kids their dad sucks” responsibility to fireheart

Our boi firepanics and somehow insinuates that /he/ is their father. Just blurts out something like “I’m your dad actually haha”

Tawny: wait are u saying that ur our dad fireheart

Brambles: !!! 😱😱😱

Tawny: how’d you mange to get mom?

Bramble: 👀

Tawny and Bramble then do all sorts of shit to get them back together.

Now the ball’s in golden’s court: she can either admit that tiger is their dad herself and crush their dreams of firepapa Or go along with a growing number of cats who are wondering if she and fire have been a thing this whole time. Guess which one she chose

Sandstorm: -squinting at Goldenflower- mmm

Fireheart: ???????

Sandstorm: Yeah I can see it

Fireheart: What does this mean

Greystripe: He's got a type right?

Sandstorm: -look at herself- Oh definitely

Then Daisy joins the clan and everyone just side eyes Firestar

And bramble and tawny have to give firestar the talk

“Look dad, we know she’s completely your type”

“But please think of the vulnerable positiion she is in right now”

“OUT OF MY DEN”

Sandstorm isn't any help

Firestar: I didnt accept Daisy just. Because she's blonde.

Sandstorm: Hey I mean if you want it get it but I want to have a go at this one too

Firestar: -hiding his face in his paws-

Sand: "we're both going for her, then? Great! I get to say "I love you" first!"

Sandstorm is completely convinced she got to miss out on the previous milf so she's jumpstarting this for her and fire Now

Well they do say that blondes have more fun yjytj

The best thing about the fandom is the goofy-ass ships. They're so funny, especially the really weird ones (not pedophilia or abuse, obviously). I love how people will make up a ship that makes absolutely no sense because it gives more room for imagination and stuff. And I think it’s pretty shitty that there are way too many people who will attack and harass somebody over it. Like, why? Please don’t do that. Just let people have fun. If it makes them happy, then leave them alone. The block button is free. This also goes for headcanons! I've seen some really nice HCS / interesting ships get hated on, usually because someone hates one of the characters. And I think it's weird. Like, just leave people alone and let them be. 

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congrats on escaping the narrative and then getting a boyfriend

Vicky Holmes writing a side character named Crippleface into her little contract cat story

the ghostwriter 10 years later who has to write the naming ceremony in the prequel book Crippleface's Winter Vacation

Title: The Sun Trail

Arc: Dawn of the Clans

Country: Poland

Type: full cover art

Characters: Gray Wing

Artist:  @johisart on Twitter

Source: https://twitter.com/johisart/status/1580886850083749888/photo/2

Leafpool!

here she is <3

Sketchy nonsense