That Feel When Your Mom Tries To Get You To Join Her Fascism Group

fireheart calm down it’s part of cinderpaw’s training

(original)

I finished it. This takes place when dovewing leaves thunderclan

I tried animating

The Jeffica part in ‘Becky Apples’ from CentaurWorld, it’s basically Mapleshade about Reedshine.

Yeah definitely lol

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see.

sandra cisneros; eleven

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Apprentice Games

Apprentice games are exactly that — apprentice games. They’re kept within the confines of the apprentices’ den, with threats of pranks and assessments gone wrong for anyone who breaches the unspoken rules of the den — if you tattle, you suffer the consequences.

Hollypaw shifts uneasily near the entrance to the den. She’d set her nest up there (instead of farther in, where there was more warmth) out of some need to be the first apprentice up, the first one working. Berrypaw could puke just looking at her nest, positioned so eagerly for work. And to impress the Clan, as if she needed to impress anyone.

Berrypaw levels a stare at the younger apprentice, and with a grimace, Hollypaw’s restless movements cease.

“Okay,” Berrypaw says, lashing his stub of a tail, “you all know why we’re here.”

“No we don’t,” Cinderpaw says, her voice threaded with suffering. “And I’m still not sure who put you in charge.”

“I’m the oldest apprentice,” Berrynose sniffs.

“Technically I am,” Hazelpaw counters, but she doesn’t get up from where she’s rolled on top of Poppypaw, pinning her into her nest.

“I didn’t agree to any of this,” Poppypaw manages, even as she’s crushed.

“You agreed to this when you signed up to be an apprentice,” Berrynose sniffs, hitting his sister over the head with a sheathed paw.

“Technically,” Jaypaw says dully, “the only one of us who signed up to be an apprentice was me.”

“And we’re all glad you’re here!” Poppypaw says, her voice surprisingly chipper for someone who has half of Hazelpaw resting on her back. The other half has migrated to Honeypaw, who looks more amused than anything.

“Anyway,” Berrypaw says, irritation sparking in his limbs, “we’re here to discuss our crushes. Our RiverClan crushes.”

“RiverClan?” Hollypaw squeaks.

“Oh, don’t be so sanctimonious,” Mousepaw grouches. “Everyone has a RiverClan crush. It’s practically a rite of passage.”

Hollypaw still looks deeply offended. “Oh yeah?” she challenges. “Then who’s yours?”

“Minnowpaw,” Mousepaw says, as if this should be obvious. And it should — StarClan knows that Mousepaw has been hanging off of Minnowpaw’s every word at every Gathering since they were apprenticed.

Hollypaw looks appalled. Honeypaw sighs. “You have a crush on Willowpaw,” she informs the black she-cat. “Me next. Pouncepaw.”

“Pouncepaw?” Lionpaw pipes up, his voice high and reedy. “Him? Of all cats?”

Honeypaw eyes him. “I don’t see you doing better,” she says sourly. “Besides,” she says, looking toward her sister.

“Also Pouncepaw,” Poppypaw affirms.

“You’re both crazy,” Cinderpaw says. “Dapplepaw for sure. She’s got such pretty fur.”

“You’re only saying that because you like looking at yourself in puddles,” Mousepaw argues. “Minnowpaw is clearly superior!”

Hollypaw groans.

Why you gotta be so rude?

I'm gonna marry her anyway ~ 💕

This was fun to draw! Love da expressions and chaos in a single picture, Shadowsight and Sunbeam are pda, Lightleap is loosing her shit. Blazefire has mixed feelings, Berryheart is also loosing her shit, her husband Sparrowtail is try to calm her down while Gullswoop is invested! And poor tiger & dove don't know what to do, and at last, Spireclaw is cheering for his sister with his supportive girlfriend fringewhisker.

I hope this happens in a starless clan