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i like to think if the books were well written dovewing would recognize sunbeam is in a similar situation she was in with bumblestripe (a tom chasing after her for her affections when it's unrequited on sunbeam's part- at least for now from the excerpt) and have a talk to her about what she wants out of this situation, does she need tigerstar and cloverfoot to step in and send nightheart home, how long has nightheart been claiming to be her mate, etc. like maybe it's too early to say its wishful thinking when the book isn't out yet but god i hope at least ONE cat noticed how uncomfortable sunbeam was with him and asks if she's okay with what's going on and dovewing would be one of the best canidates for that.

Fandom Crowfeather: Wants his ex wife, current wife and children to die, abusive emotionally and physically apparently? People taking scenes of him out of context to make him look like a bigger asshole. Hates everyone and needs to pay for his ex hiding the fact that she was pregnant, something of which he had no involvement in.

Canon Crowfeather: A guy who is trying to distance himself from his ex (badly) while dealing with an overprotective and jealous wife and their angry, violent son. Doesn’t have the best attitude or temper, but he’s still trying to patch up his past mistakes behind the scenes since the Erins can’t take their focus off of ThundedClan for 5 seconds.

That feel when your mom tries to get you to join her fascism group

Yep

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

Dovesong (aka. Dovewing)! She’s albino! I love this design sm omg

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

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I feel like a Shellfur novella/graphic novel would be neat in order to explore his conservative upbringing and how his brother’s rebellious actions and falling in love with Fernstripe probably caused him to re-evaluate the views he had been brought up with. It also wouldn’t hurt to get to know his sisters better, they’ve barely done anything so far.