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Wings of Ivy one-shots

Summary:

Bonus content and AU's for Wings of Ivy! Updates whenever I come up with something else to write

Notes:

Aaaaaa I haven't posted anything in ages! This chapter is really short, so sorry about that

Chapter 1: The family meeting

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Ivypool had been dying to get out of camp, but now she wished she could just stay inside.

 

Whitewing had called a ‘family meeting’ which meant Ivypool had to deal with her sister and the parents she had been avoiding for moons. This will be sooo fun.

 

Whitewing was taking her out of camp to wherever Dovewing and Birchfall were waiting. Ivypool considered showing her wings and flying away, but then everyone would think she was trying to kill everyone by avoiding her family, or something. Whitewing would just reschedule the meeting anyway.

 

Dovewing looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Her ears were pricked, her eyes were bloodshot, and her fur was matted. Birchfall was in a much better state, with hardly any wounds from the battle. That’s odd. I thought the Dark Forest would target him for betraying them. I definitely would have.

 

“Now,” began Whitewing, sitting in front of her family, “what was going through your minds!?” Whitewing rounded on her husband, who recoiled with a wince. “Why would you train in the Dark Forest!? If you had any problems, you could have talked to me! I’m your mate for StarClan’s sake!”

 

She turned to her daughters, her gaze burning. “Can one of you explain to me why I’ve found out my daughters have superpowers at the same time as the rest of the clan? You could have trusted me!”

 

Superpowers? I’m cursed! She must be delusional. Dovewing ducked her head, her mew quiet and raspy when she spoke. “I’m really sorry, Mom. Lionblaze and Jayfeather said that I couldn’t tell anyone about the prophecy.”

 

Whitewing didn’t look satisfied by that answer. “I would have protected you. We’re supposed to be a family, but all of you kept secrets from me.”

 

So? We don’t have to tell each other everything. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react. What was I supposed to do?”

 

Ivypool could hardly handle everyone’s reactions in the battle. It hurt more than she would ever allow herself to admit when cats screamed at her, when they acted like she was a mindless beast who’s only thought was to kill. They aren’t entirely wrong. 

 

“You could have done anything other than train with the most evil cats in history!” Dovewing growled, her usual air of nervousness gone.

 

“Well what would you have done? What would you do if not everything in your life worked out perfectly?”

 

Dovewing lashed her tail. “My life isn’t perfect! Can you stop acting like everything is so hard for you!? Other cats have problems too!”

 

Ivypool threw out her wings and waved them in front of Dovewings face. “Does any cat have problems like this?

 

“Firestar was the noblest cat in ThunderClan.”

 

Ivypool didn’t have a response to that.

 

“That’s enough. Apologise to each other right now,” meowed Whitewing firmly.

 

I’ll apologise if it can get me out of here faster. “Sorry, Dovewing.” She folded her wings back until they were gone, scolding herself for using them so freely. Dovewing murmured her apology, going back to looking like she wasn’t tuned into the conversation.

 

“From now on, we’re going to talk about our problems like a family.” Whitewing stared at Ivypool and Dovewing. “You two are going to forgive each other for whatever fights you’ve had in the past. I’m sick of watching you two at each other’s throats constantly. We’re all going to get better and become an actual family.”

“You did nothing wrong,” protested Dovewing.

 

Whitewing shook her head. “I should have noticed something was wrong. I should have been a better mother, and a better mate.”

They all went back to camp together. Late at night, Ivypool lay awake, unable to get rid of the sense of regret that had followed her since the meeting. Maybe I should have tried harder to make things work with Dovewing, and the rest of the clan.

 

Maybe I made the wrong choice.

Chapter 2: A bunch of random facts

Summary:

Things for the original story and also other notes

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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• In the original version, Blossomfall was also a monster. There were 2-5 monsters in each clan, not all the clans combined.
• There can be 0-5 monsters at any one time, and the only cats that can become monsters are cats who either join the clans or have clan blood
• In another version I went through, Cinderheart knew about Ivypool being a monster and was chill with it. Ivypool was not nearly as evil in that version
• In the original version, most of the DF cats were monsters. Then I made it only Tigerstar and Hawkfrost because I didn’t want all the villains to have some sort of excuse for their actions
• If the DF’s plan succeeded, Ivypool and Breezepelt would eventually betray them, then each other, and then the clans would rebel against them and kill them both (or whoever was still alive at that point)
• In the original, original version, all the leaders were monsters.
• Tigerstar heavily suspected Firestar was a monster when he was alive. He denied this because he didn’t want the only other cat like him to be Firestar
• Firestar also heavily suspected Tigerstar was a monster. He never acted on it in case he was wrong.
• Hawkfrost does not have a voice in his head like the others, he just has a craving for cat blood. Constantly.
• Why do the monsters exist, you ask? I have no clue! I suspect StarClan was involved, though
• I have a list of cats that were originally going to be monsters below:

 

• Littlecloud was going to be a Kirin. Why? I do not know
• Apparently I had a thing for making medicine cats monsters, because I also wanted to make Willowshine a hippocampus, Flametail a phoenix, and Mothwing a witch
• Blossomfall was originally going to be a Dryad
• Onestar was a jackalope
• Blackstar was a basilisk
• Mistystar was a vampire (because the thought of her and Hawkfrost having a vampire rivalry and everyone else wondering what tf is happening is hilarious to me)
• I wanted to make Hollyleaf a monster (I can’t remember what kind) but I scrapped the idea because then she would have told Jayfeather and Lionblaze about the monsters and then they would have known things
• I wanted to make Mapleshade a Tatzelwurm
• I was going to make Brokenstar an erkling
• I think I was going to make Poppyfrost something snake-based, but then I destroyed the idea and decided to only make important characters monsters

Notes:

I'm still alive! I'm going to write more actual stories soon, I just don't know how I want to write them.

Chapter 3: Holy flames

Summary:

Bluestar left camp to ask StarClan for answers. She returned with a kit blessed by StarClan

Notes:

This isn't canon to WoI, but I just came up with this idea while on the bus and went "I have to write this", so here you go, this abomination that I wrote on my phone in an hour

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Bluestar watched the sky from where she sat, her thoughts troubled. Today, ThunderClan lost against RiverClan. It might not be leaf-bare any longer, but ThunderClan stills needs all the prey it can get. We need Sunningrocks back, but I can’t risk any more warriors.

 

She raised her silver muzzle to the sky, not hearing the paw steps from behind her. “Are you okay, Bluestar?” Spottedleaf sat down next to her, joining Bluestar in stargazing.

 

“Todays defeat troubles me greatly. ThunderClan has not lost on our own territory since I became leader, and we have hardly any kits or apprentices.”

 

“The year is new,” Spottedleaf meowed comfortingly. “There will be more kits by greenleaf. ThunderClan will stay strong.”

 

A star shot across the sky like a streak of fire. Spottedleaf gasped, eyes and mouth wide. “What is it?” Bluestar demanded.

 

“It was a sign! Fire alone will save our clan.”

 

Bluestar wanted to protest. Surely StarClan was mistaken? Fire did nothing but destroy. But soon she noticed something else about the sign, something much more pressing.

 

It was coming closer.

 

The flaming star shot across the sky, coming closer and closer, drowning out the other stars with its light, until the sky was so bright it was almost day. “Run!” Bluestar yowled. Spottedleaf scrambled upright and bolted towards the trees. Bluestar ran with her, barely getting away in time. The star hit the floor with a bang, and there was silence.

 

And then, a tiny, pitiful mewl.

 

Cautiously, Bluestar crept back to where the star had fallen. There was a crater, and inside of it…

 

At the bottom of the hole there was a tiny orange kit. Its pelt shone and sparkled, and Bluestar had to blink multiple times to be sure she wasn’t imagining the tiny, fluffy wings on the kits back. How is that possible? It mewled again. Spottedleaf came up beside her, jaw wide open in shock. “Is that… a kit?”

 

It’s so much more. It’s a kit that fell from StarClan. Cautiously, Bluestar padded to the bottom of the crater and sniffed the kit. It was a tom, hardly older than a few days. It gave a tiny mew, squirming slightly. Bluestar softened, suddenly filled with a motherly urge to protect this kit no matter the cost. She picked the kit up gently by the scruff and jumped back out of the crater. Even if he fell from StarClan, he’s still just a kit. “Come on, Spottedleaf. Let’s take him back to camp.”

 

It took too long to get back to camp, and Bluestar was afraid the little kit was getting too cold. Terrified that she’d let another kit die, Bluestar and Spottedleaf put on a burst of speed to reach the camp in time.

 

It was still dark when they returned. Bluestar was grateful for that fact, it meat she would have more time to explain this to her clan when they woke up. “We should take him to Willowpelt.” Spottedleaf mewed. “I’m sure she’ll take him in, even if he looks a little weird.”

 

Bluestar realised she hadn’t even thought about that. Her clanmates wouldn’t be quick to accept an outsider, especially one that was a monster looked different. And what would they do at gatherings?

 

All that can come later. Right now, he needs milk. Spottedleaf went first, leading her leader into the nursery and nudging her sister awake. “Willowpelt?”

 

Willowpelt opened her eyes slowly. “It’s the middle of the night Spottedleaf! What do you- oh.”

 

Willowpelt stared at the kit in Bluestar’s jaws. “I must be hallucinating,” she murmured to herself. “That kit doesn’t have wings, right?”

 

Bluestar set the kit down gently so she could talk without being muffled. “He fell from the stars. This kit is clearly blessed in ways we don’t understand.” Bluestar meowed.

 

“But right now he needs someone to raise him.” Spottedleaf blinked fondly at the tiny grey kit next to Willowpelt, its eyes still closed. “Willowpelt, will you take care of him?”

 

The grey queen nodded. “I’d be honoured.” She nudged the kit towards her belly, allowing him to feed. “Does he have a name?”

 

Bluestar paused for a moment. “Firekit.”

 

Welcome to the clan, little Firekit. I know you will do amazing things.

Notes:

Bluestar's gonna have a lot of fun once Firekit gets superpowers

Chapter 4: ThunderClan has their entire world destroyed in exactly 1249 words

Summary:

Fireheart knows Tigerclaw is a demon. Tigerclaw knows Fireheart is an angel. Neither of them have any self control.

This will not end well.

Notes:

I have a week of exams this week but my brain went: "No go write cat stories instead of studying" so here we are ig. I couldn't think of a title for this chapter if you can't tell

Chapter warnings for blood and mentioned gore

Also, go read Warriors AU Dump by TheSkyclanCat and Ivy and Nightmare wrath by Misteresque

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Fireheart had thought that Tigerclaw was his friend.

 

Tigerclaw was the only cat in the clan (possibly in all the clans) that was like him. He had never told Fireheart this, but it was easy enough to figure out. He didn’t seem horrified when he first saw Fireheart (at the time Firepaw) with his wings. Fireheart was glad to know there was someone like him, even if they never talked about it.

 

But there was something inside him, some inexplicable hate that told him to kill his mentor. But Fireheart learnt to squash it down as much as possible. It was the least he could do.

 

And then he found out the truth. Tigerclaw had murdered Redtail. Tigerclaw really was a monster, inside and out. And Fireheart felt his control slipping, cracking, disappearing. When they had to go on the same patrol, or sleep in the same den, Fireheart could just imagine reaching out with holy light and destroying the demon. But he controlled himself, even if only barely. Once his crimes have been exposed, I can kill him without consequence. I will finally purge him. I just have to be patient.

 

He was so, so close to making his plan a reality.

 

If he had just been a little bit more controlled, he could have gotten Tigerclaw exiled and killed him. But the demon had gone too far. And when Fireheart saw him attack Bluestar, he saw red.

 

Fireheart sprang forward and burst through the curtain of lichen as soon as he heard his mother’s Bluestar’s scream. Tigerclaw and Bluestar were writhing on the floor of the den. Bluestar’s claws scored again and again across Tigerclaw’s shoulder, but the deputy’s greater weight kept her pinned down in the soft sand. Tigerclaw’s fangs were buried in her throat, and his powerful claws raked her back.

 

Fireheart wanted to stop him, but then his entire body was shaking and his paws weren’t his own any more, and all he could do was scream.

 

It wasn’t his voice. Fireheart wasn’t in control. He couldn’t even think straight, blinded by rage and choked by the aura of darkness in front of him. He barely registered it when the feathered wings shot out from his back, a halo floating above his head. “Be purged, beast!”

 

The expression of utter shock on Bluestar’s face would have been comical if not for the situation. Using the sunlight filtering in through the den, Fireheart created orbs of light and flung them at Tigerclaw. The tabby tom blocked them with some sort of dark mass. He grinned. “You’ll regret this, angel.”

 

Tigerclaw’s other form towered above Fireheart, and his aura became even more foul. The leaders den was too cramped to fight in. Fireheart needed more space to make sure that he wouldn’t hurt his leader.

 

So he simply ripped away the front wall of the Leader’s den.

 

Everyone heard the unnatural banging and crashing. Everyone, friend and foe alike turned to see the leaders den had been absolutely crushed. No one would forget what happened next.

 

Tigerclaw let out a battle yowl and slammed into Fireheart, tearing out chunks of flesh with his claws. The two fell from the Highrock, splitting apart as they hit the floor. There was a chorus of voices in Fireheart’s head, yowling for him to murder the demon. He was more than happy to comply.

 

Even though it was sun-high, there were still plenty of shadows around camp, plenty of things for Tigerclaw to use as weapons. Abandoning physical combat, it quickly became a magical duel.

 

Brokenstar’s rogues had run away at the sight of the two monsters. ThunderClan had pressed against the other side of camp, hardly able to register the fact that two of their greatest warriors were monsters.

 

Tigerclaw snarled, spikes made out of shadow shooting through the ground. Fireheart flew up just in time, and they barely scratched his underbelly. With the high ground, he had even more of an advantage.

 

Don’t just kill him. Torture him, kill him in the most painful way possible. Rip him apart.

 

Fireheart grinned. Beams of light appeared around him, and he attacked Tigerclaw with as much force as he could muster.

 

The light stabbed through his wings, pinning him to the wall of camp. Tigerclaw screeched in anger and pain, struggling to no avail. Blood trickled down the stone wall of camp, pooling onto the floor. Light spread into the shadowy spots of camp, hiding the shadows. “Demon. You have sinned, and now you shall suffer my wrath. I will tear you apart.”

 

Tigerclaw’s underbelly was exposed. Fireheart imagined slicing it open, the organs pooling out as the demon screamed. The image made him giddy. Tigerclaw hissed, as if hoping if he was threatening enough, he would be let go. Fireheart chuckled. That’s never happening.

 

“Fireheart, enough.”

 

Enough?

 

Enough!?

 

Calmer now that the threat was contained, Fireheart had enough self-control to listen for a moment instead of continuing with his plan. “Don’t you know what he has done!? He tried to kill you! He needs to die. He needs to be purged.”

 

Bluestar looked so tired, so… broken. It only made Fireheart hate the demon more.

 

Behind him, cats gasped. “Did Tigerclaw really try to kill Bluestar?” Someone asked.

 

“Yes. That’s why he needs to be killed.” Fireheart flicked his tail impatiently. There was only so long he could keep Tigerclaw down.

 

“Fireheart. There are kits and apprentices watching. And even if there weren’t, warriors don’t kill.”

 

Bramblekit and Tawnykit had poked their heads out of the nursery, eyes wide and fearful. Goldenflower was ushering them back inside. “What am I supposed to do with him then?”

 

Maybe he should ignore his leader. He had the demon pinned down, he could kill him in just one blow. “Let him go,” Bluestar ordered, voice tired and worn. “Tigerclaw, from this moment forward, you are no longer part of ThunderClan. If we see you on our territory again, we will treat you as we would an enemy. Fireheart, let him go.”

 

Fireheart didn’t move, but the magic keeping Tigerclaw against the wall came undone, despite the voice in his head still screaming at him. I can’t go against Bluestar’s orders.

 

Tigerclaw slumped, blood gushing from his wounds now that there was nothing to stop them. His wings had considerable holes in them, and Fireheart hoped he died from the wounds. For a moment, it looked like Tigerclaw was going to attack. But he only let out an angry hiss, a black shadowed circle appearing behind him. “I’ll get my revenge on you. “Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I’ll find you, and then you’ll be crowfood.”

 

And then he disappeared, backing into the ring behind him.

 

The demon was finally gone from ThunderClan. Fireheart had succeeded.

 

But the entire clan was staring at him, fear scent strong in the hollow. Now that the demon was gone, his mind was finally cleared. The longer he stared at his clanmates, the more a horrifying realisation came to light.

 

They think I’m like him.

 

He couldn’t hide his wings fast enough. But it didn’t matter. His clanmates had already seen, and they would never look at him the same way again. He cast a desperate look at the Highrock and saw Bluestar was staring down at him with unfocused eyes that possessed a glimmer of disappointment.

 

The demon is finally gone, but at what cost?

Notes:

Poor Fireheart

I might make a part 2 for this, we'll see

Chapter 5: Ghosts, Rootspring, and utter chaos

Summary:

Rootspring finds himself being guided by an... interesting cat in the Dark Forest

Notes:

So I finally got around to reading ALITM after owning it for months, and as soon as I read the scene where Rootspring gets possessed I thought of this. Enjoy something i wrote in literally half an hour in class. Also, this chapter is kinda gross, just a heads up

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“Who are you?”

 

Rootspring waited for a response, but the voice in his head was silent. Don’t be quiet now, I need your help!

 

He had to get out of this prison and help Bristlefrost. If she died while he was locked up… he’d never forgive himself. But escape was easier said than done. Darkstripe, Rushtooth and Silverhawk were guarding him. I’m already injured. There’s no way I can get out of here without them killing me.

 

“There might be a way,” mewed the voice. “But it will be difficult, and painful. You may die.”

 

Rootspring frowned. If I die here, all is lost. I’ll never see Bristlefrost again.  But the voice had only said he might die, which was already a better chance than if he tried to escape alone. “I’ll do it. But first, you have to tell me who you are. How do I know you aren’t Ashfur?”

 

The voice paused. “I assure you, I’m not Ashfur. As for who I am, I don’t entirely remember.”

 

Rootspring raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember?”

 

“I remember dying. I remember my spirit died as well. I think I might have had a mate, but I can’t remember their face. I’ve been asleep until now.”

 

Rootspring couldn’t help but feel pity for the mystery cat. Not knowing what Bristlefrost’s face looked like, not being able to remember the way she laughed, the softness of her voice… that sounded like a true torture. But at the very least, there was something after spirit death. “Where are you, if you’re dead but not in the Place of No Stars or StarClan?”

 

“I don’t think I’m anywhere. I can’t feel anything or see anything, but I can sense. I know you need my help. You need to purge Ashfur’s evil from the world, right? Let me lend you my power. It might be the only way.”

 

Rootspring hesitated. Anything is worth it, to save the clans. “Okay.”

 

The voice went silent for a moment. “I warn you, this might hurt a little.”

 

A little was an understatement. Rootspring was unprepared for the agony that seized every fibre in his body, ripping him apart from the inside. He screamed, loud enough and long enough for it to echo through every twisted tree in the forest. His guards stared at him, expressions confused but not concerned.

 

Rootspring snarled as he fell to the floor, his flesh feeling too tight. Underneath his pelt he could feel something squirming, bulging beneath his flesh. He could feel it in his face as well, and his eyes felt like they were on fire. “You’re doing great.”

 

Rootspring screamed again, this time furious as well as pained. “You never said it would hurt this much!”

 

The voice said nothing. Rootspring forced himself to his paws, staring at the Dark Forest warriors. They had all inched away from him, the closest thing to fear on their faces that Rootspring had ever seen.

 

“What’s wrong with him?” Silverhawk sounded repulsed.

 

Whatever was said next was drowned out by the sound of Rootspring screaming once again. The thing under his pelt was moving again, pushing against his skin and flesh. It was agonising, like something was trying to push its way through. Suddenly terrified, Rootspring wished his friends were with him. Shadowsight would be able to fix him, Bristlefrost would convince him that everything was okay. A final wave of pain washed over him, and then there was a horrifying ripping-popping noise.

 

There was a lot of blood, but not as much as there should be. It was trickling from his face as well, where Rootsprings’ eyes were suddenly able to see a lot more. The pain seemed to have stopped, so Rootspring decided it was safe to stand.

 

There was something heavy on his back, something Rootspring could see when he barely turned his head. He had wings, wings that were feathered like a bird and dripping blood and some sort of clear, sticky fluid. “What did you do to me!?”

“You agreed to it, remember? I’ll tell you more about it later. For now, we have sinners to purge.”

 

Rootspring wanted to argue, but then realised he could see something circling around the Dark Forest cats. It felt disgusting, unnatural, something that had to be destroyed. “As soon as I deal with this, you’re going to explain everything to me.”

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