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tw; discussions of grooming/pedophilia
i got a few contenders tbh;
the books that take the cake for me would have to be pinestar's choice and onestar's book whatever its called.
i know a lot of people like pinestar so this might be a hot take but there's literally a line about how he wants to make an apprentice a warrior because he wants to be mates with her [leopardfoot]. i couldn't find the actual line but i found this on the wiki:
"Smallear and Pinestar sit together, with the warrior commenting on how he's been with Leopardfoot a lot recently." - leopardfoot being something like 10 years younger them him.
onestars confession i dislike for a similar reason (passage from the book):
'"We make a good team, don't we?" Whitetail purred, giving Onewhisker a long look from shining eyes. Onewhisker blinked, slightly shocked. Does she . . . like me? He had never thought of Whitetail as anything but his apprentice and then a good clanmate, but now he realized that she was a full warrior, very capable . . . and very pretty. It had been a long time since she was an apprentice.'
I guess you could apply the same logic to spottedleaf's heart, but the difference is that it was the author's intension for thistleclaw to be a predator / groomer, even though the execution for that ended up undercooked. the previous two are completely unintentional and considered normal in the warriors universe. idk dude the double standard is kinda crazy though.
all that being said, if i had to completely remove one of these from the series it would have to be onestar's confession, because at least pinestar's choice offers the reader an interesting concept of a warrior actually wanting to become a kittypet. i dont think theres another book that does that sooooo good job i guess?
if you had to completely wipe ONE warriors book out of existence which book would it be
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idk why i decided to go crazy for her stripes but we ball
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