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cryptidclaw · 1 year

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Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is!

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place!

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish

Fish

Bass

Bream

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone

Apricot

Barley

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc.

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #?#Im tempted to use these in the au #some characters deserve some more fun names hehe #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors #warriors names #warriors naming #warriors prefixes

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mousetoe-wc · 8 months

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I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

#warrior cats #wc

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flowerbloom-arts · 3 months

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Yeah, I know that episode where Sniff had a crush on a girl ends with him feeling a lot better and eating Moominmamma's pancakes, that's cute, but sometimes I wonder what happened to Houska afterwards. Maybe her and Sniff happen to meet each other again in the crossroads of life, both staring awkwardly at each other for a while. Sniff musters up some courage and apologizes for ruining her flowers, to which Houska says it's fine but she admits she felt bad for yelling at him back then.

The thing is that their encounter wasn't Just about ruining some flowers and yelling at him for it for Hauska.

Throughout the episode she exhibits an overwhelming empathy for organisms nobody thinks twice about, she considers birds and insects and even plants to be just as sentient and worthy of comfort and convenience as regular people are. Putting a tea cozy on a bird's nest so the egg's parent can have some time off, fixing an ant's broken leg, putting an umbrella over parsley because it's too bright out... Even here, she was just freeing up some space for the flowers to grow properly, and she believes all of them to be as sentient as we are.

To her, Sniff just committed Actual Murder and showed her the corpses of flowers that didn't do anything to merit it without thinking twice about it, while she was helping them. To Hauska, that's utterly unforgivable, and anyone would consider it unforgivable if they thought the same as her about these flowers' agency.

If Sniff and Hauska were to cross paths again, I don't think Hauska would have it in her mind to say a single word to him, and Sniff would remember the spear in his heart and be unable to muster a word to her. Sometimes you ruin something so deeply important to a person that there simply is no forgiveness to be had, even if you think it's trivial or it was well-intentioned.

#moomins #moominvalley #tanoshii muumin ikka #moomin adventure diary #the girl with the birds #Sniff falls in love #moomin sniff #sniff moomin #moomin hauska

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rippleclan · 6 months

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RippleClan: Moon 12

Fennelspot is forced to amputate Parsley’s tail.

[Image ID: Fennelspot and Parsley face each other. Parsley’s tail is now a stump. Fennelspot says “I need you to stay calm.” Underneath Parsley, it says + PERMANENT CONDITION: MISSING TAIL.]

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong…why isn’t she getting better?’”

“She’s dying, Fennelspot… you have to do something different.”

“Hold her down… this is going to hurt… but I don’t know what else we can do…”

When Parsley’s fever broke, the camp was quieter than it had ever been. Usually, she could hear at least one of the kits whining in the nursery or running through the sand, kicking up trouble. Even at night, Fennelspot’s loud breathing reminded her that she wasn’t sleeping alone in an empty barn anymore. But now, as her head swam through the remnants of fever, everything was quiet. The shadows of the boat fell over her dark patched pelt and shielded her from the summer sun.

The fever may have broken, but her lower half burned and stung. Her whole flank was numb. Her back paws were so stiff that she couldn’t retract her claws. She groaned as a rippling ache wrapped around her. Ginger paws slipped into her periphery. A wet moss-ball landed by her face.

“Try to drink,” Fennelspot whispered. He brushed his tail over Parsley’s back.

“Mr. Fennel?” Parsley groaned. She blinked the haze from her eyes as Fennelspot startled.

“That was coherent!” Fennelspot gasped. He stuck his nose into Parsley’s ear.

“Now what are you doing?” Parsley muttered, batting the cleric away.

“I’m checking your temperature,” Fennelspot explained, his tail high. “Your fever is gone! You’re going to be okay.”

“Did something happen?” Parsley groaned. She stretched her front legs and flexed her stiff paws.

“Oh, don’t move too much!” Fennelspot gasped. “Let me get you some willow bark for the pain.” Fennelspot scurried to his vast collections of baskets and pots. He plucked the lid off a pot and grabbed a small serving bowl. He stuck the serving bowl into the pot and scooped out a clump of willow bark powder. He placed the bowl next to Parsley’s wet moss-ball. Parsley braced herself and ate the bark shavings as quickly as possible, trying to forget that she was essentially eating a tree. Fennelspot sat next to her and stared as she drank from the moss-ball.

“I’m guessing my tail’s the reason my lower half feels like I sat on a fire,” Parsley grumbled as another wave of pain ran through her back legs. Fennelspot fidgeted and pulled his tail close.

“I need you to stay calm,” he gulped. “You’ve been disoriented the last two days. The infection in your tail turned rotten. I ran out of options.”

Parsley finally looked back at her aching lower half. Empty space filled the void where her tail should have rested. Instead, cobwebs and poultices wrapped a tiny, swollen stump at the end of Parsley’s body. Oh. So that was the source of the pain. Her stump was so exhausted, she wouldn’t wiggle it. The simple thought of doing so sent ants crawling down her spine.

“I’m sorry,” Fennelspot stammered. “I did everything I could before this. I tried every poultice and concoction I ever learned to fight infection, but it didn’t work. Maybe if you had a better cleric, they could have saved your tail. I’m sorry.” Parsley reached back and felt where her tail should have been. Her body screamed at her to lay back down, but she wasn’t one to sit around longer than she had to.

“It seems I don’t have a tail anymore,” Parsley said meekly. There weren’t many thoughts in her head at the time. It was like she was asleep, in some ways; moving through the motions of what happened without anything settling into her mind.

“I’m sorry,” Fennelspot mumbled, looking away from Parsley.

“I don’t see why you should be,” Parsley finally said, pulling herself from her tail. “I’m alive. That’s a good job in my eyes.” Fennelspot sighed and tension seeped out of his bones.

“How’s the pain?” he asked, studying Parsley’s new stump.

“I’ll manage,” Parsley sighed. She was going to wave him off with her tail, but she quickly remembered she didn’t have a tail to wave. “Scrubmask and the others must be worried about me. Are they on patrol?”

“Actually,” Fennelspot groaned, “you and I are the only ones in camp.”

“I thought the kits aren’t allowed to leave,” Parsley huffed. She groomed life into her back legs as Fennelspot explained himself.

“It’s been one year since the seven of us founders moved to camp,” he said. “We found Carnationpaw in the shipwreck, and we’ve lived her ever since. The rest of RippleClan is at the shore, celebrating.”

“And here we are, missing out?” Parsley groaned. “Help me up.”

“Be careful!” Fennelspot groaned as Parsley propped herself on her shaky front legs. “You haven’t left your nest in a couple days, and your balance will be incredibly impaired until you grow used to the length of your tail.”

“The beach is just outside camp,” Parsley grunted, getting one back leg up. “My damn tail kept me trapped for a whole season. I won’t waste away here while everyone else is having fun.” Parsley stood tall, her legs straining at the sudden use.

“I can’t convince you to stay?” Fennelspot moaned.

“I’m sure you want to join the celebration too,” Parsley huffed. She braced herself and stepped out of the nest. Fennelspot dove under her before she could face-plant.

“Like I said, our tails keep us balanced,” Fennelspot explained as he got Parsley back up.

“Good thing you’re here to support me then, Mr. Fennel,” Parsley chuckled. Fennelspot sighed, but slipped next to Parsley and helped her take her first steps as a tailless cat.

It was a good thing RippleClan had a sandy camp, as Parsley flailed about like a newborn kit. The willow bark was slowly doing its job, easing the throbbing sensation in her short tail, but she still had to stop and rest every few tail-lengths. To his credit, Fennelspot was patient and didn’t argue with Parsley’s determination. Slowly but surely, the pair limped out of camp and toward the sandy beach just north of the shipwreck. As they got closer to the festivities, the joyful sounds of Parsley’s new home grew louder.

It was a great day for some fun on the beach. The warm sun glistened over a calm, bright ocean. Downstar’s four dark kits ran through the gentle waves that licked the shore, laughing and squealing as their mother joined in. Scrubmask sat politely in a hole as Burdockkit, Locustkit, and Clamkit filled it in with sand. Only her droopy, resigned face was visible. Carnationpaw dove through the water, splashing like a fish while Weedfoot and Oilstripe raced each other along the wet sand. Rustshade and Puddlespeckle watched them all where the sand met the grass. Puddlespeckle was the first to notice Fennelspot and Parsley’s arrival.

“Look who’s not dead!” Puddlespeckle laughed. All eyes spun toward Parsley.

“Parsley!” Scrubmask gasped. She wiggled underneath the sand. “Kits, dig me out.” Locustkit ran toward Parsley, dragging his littermates along. “Kits!”

“We’ll come to you!” Parsley laughed. A minute later, RippleClan crowded around Parsley. Downstar made sure her troublesome litter stayed away from Parsley’s wound. Oilstripe unburied Scrubmask. As soon as Scrubmask was out, she was by Parsley’s side.

“You look so much better,” Weedfoot purred, touching her nose to Parsley’s.

“She’s just going to sit here today,” Fennelspot reminded the Clan. “She needs to rest and regain her strength before she can join in on the fun.”

“At least I’m here,” Parsley chuckled. She laid in the warm sand as her new friends mewed their congratulations to her.

“I’m glad you made it,” Downstar said. “I want today to focus on everything that makes RippleClan great, and that includes our newcomers.”

“Aw, thank you, Ms. Down,” Parsley chuckled.

“I know I’m stealing your attention,” Downstar said as she took a few steps back, “but since I want to celebrate our Clan’s success, I want to conduct a few ceremonies. With any luck, we’ll be able to have a ceremony on every anniversary.” Carnationpaw gasped and jumped out of the crowd.

“Does that mean…” she gulped.

“Yes,” Downstar purred. “Let’s have your caretaker ceremony, Carnationpaw.”

Carnationspeckle becomes a caretaker!

[Image ID: Carnationspeckle stands in the middle of the screen. Underneath her, it says LEVEL UP! CARNATIONPAW -> CARNATIONSPECKLE, SPLASHES IN PUDDLES -> TALENTED SWIMMER.]

“I, Downstar, leader of RippleClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice,” Downstar declared as the rest of RippleClan faced her. “She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a caretaker in her turn.” Although she did not stand upon the Shiprock to give her announcement, she still stared at Carnationpaw with the same fire and dignity in her eyes. “Carnationpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

“I do, Downstar,” Carnationpaw said, lifting her head high.

“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your caretaker name,” Downstar purred. “Carnationpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Carnationspeckle, for the way your compassion and dedication have covered all of RippleClan. We welcome you as a full caretaker of RippleClan.” Downstar rested her head on the newly named Carnationspeckle’s head.

“Carnationspeckle!” Graykit screeched. “Carnationspeckle!” The rest of the small Clan took up the kit’s cheer. Carnationspeckle purred and soaked in the joy.

“You won’t have to start your vigil until nightfall,” Downstar hummed, grooming her former apprentice’s head. “For now, enjoy the day.”

“Thank you, Downstar,” Carnationspeckle crooned, rubbing under Downstar’s chin.

“So back to games?” Duskkit asked.

“Not quite,” Downstar said as Carnationspeckle joined Oilstripe and Puddlespeckle to the side. “There’s another ceremony we have to conduct. Burdockkit, Locustkit, Clamkit, come up here please.”

“Are we six moons old?” Clamkit gasped. Rustshade nodded, and his children’s eyes sparkled. They shook sand out of their pelts and gathered around Downstar.

Burdockpaw, Locustpaw, and Clampaw become apprentices to Oilstripe, Weedfoot, and Downstar respectively.

[Image ID: Burdockpaw, Locustpaw, and Clampaw in a lineup. Under Burdockpaw, it says LEVEL UP! BURDOCKKIT -> BURDOCKPAW, BOSSY -> LOYAL. Under Locustpaw, it says LEVEL UP! LOCUSTKIT -> LOCUSTPAW, MALE -> NONBINARY (THEY/THEM). Under Clampaw, it says LEVEL UP! CLAMKIT -> CLAMPAW.]

“Burdockkit, Locustkit, Clamkit,” Downstar said, “you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. Burdockkit, Locustkit, you wish to be historians, correct?”

“Yeah!” Burdockkit chirped with an enthusiastic nod from Locustkit.

“And Clamkit wants to be a caretaker,” Downstar continued. “From this day on, until you receive your full names, you will be known as Burdockpaw, Locustpaw, and Clampaw. Oilstripe, you will mentor Burdockpaw, and I expect you to pass all your knowledge onto him.”

“Are siblings allowed to mentor each other?” Oilstripe asked, strolling up to Burdockpaw.

“We don’t have much choice,” Downstar huffed, waving her tail over the crowd.

“Fair enough,” Oilstripe hummed. She touched noses with Burdockpaw.

“Weedfoot, you’ll take up Locustpaw’s training,” Downstar explained. “May your charisma and strength guide him to be a great historian.”

“Uh, one moment,” Locustpaw gulped as Weedfoot stepped forward. He smoothed out his fur and looked over his Clan. “I was talking to Parsley after the last Gathering, and she told me about this apprentice in WheatClan named Fogpaw. They aren’t a tom or a molly. I’ve been thinking lately, and I think I’m the same. There’s another option, right? What’s it called?”

“There’s no proper word for it,” Weedfoot explained, “but many consider it the ‘outside’ option. Something beyond or mixing with tom and molly.”

“I’m that outside option,” Locustpaw said, chest puffed up and chin high. “I want to use they and them, like Fogpaw does!”

“Then we’ll do just that,” Downstar purred. “Weedfoot, may your charisma and strength guide them to be a great historian.” Weedfoot proudly touched her new apprentice’s nose. “Finally, I will mentor Clampaw in the ways of a caretaker.” Clampaw gasped softly as Downstar touched her nose to Clampaw’s.

“Burdockpaw! Locustpaw! Clampaw!” Rustshade yowled. He led the Clan in triumphant cheers as a large wave crashed onto the beach.

“Now let’s celebrate the founding of our Clan!” Downstar cheered.

(Parsley: 106, female, warrior, righteous, good speaker)

(Fennelspot: 69, male, cleric, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Puddlespeckle: 138, male, elder, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

(Scrubmask: 29, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

(Weedfoot: 61, female, deputy, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(Downstar: 71, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Duskkit: 4, female, kit, troublesome, quick witted)

(Graykit: 4, female, kit, impulsive, careful listener)

(Carnationspeckle: 14, female, caretaker, compassionate, talented swimmer)

(Burdockpaw: 6, male, historian apprentice, loyal, interested in Clan history)

(Locustpaw: 6, nonbinary (they/them), historian apprentice, troublesome, moss-ball hunter)

(Clampaw: 6, female, caretaker apprentice, lonesome, interested in Clan history)

(Oilstripe: 16, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

Fennelspot gives Puddlespeckle some forget-me-not flowers.

[Image ID: Fennelspot faces Puddlespeckle, who has forget-me-not flowers behind his ear. Fennelspot says “Scrubmask and I were on patrol, and I found these flowers.” Underneath Puddlespeckle, it says + NEW ACCESSORY: FORGET-ME-NOTS.]

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“Puddlespeckle?” Fennelspot called into the shadows of the elder’s den. A deep groan rumbled through the den. Puddlespeckle’s deep blue eyes glimmered from the dark.

“What are you doing?” Puddlespeckle grumbled. Fennelspot entered the den. He carried a small bundle of blue flowers. He placed them beside Puddlespeckle.

“At the celebration yesterday,” Fennelspot explained, “I overheard you talking about AshClan traditions with Locustpaw. You talked about how forget-me-nots are a major symbol for AshClan, since they’re always trying to remember their past. Scrubmask and I were on patrol, and I found these flowers.” Fennelspot nudged the flowers closer. Puddlespeckle leaned out of his nest and sniffed the flowers.

“These are forget-me-nots, alright,” he sighed.

“I know living in RippleClan isn’t easy for you,” Fennelspot gulped, “but I wanted you to know that we respect everything you’ve done. I hope you like the gift.” Fennelspot nodded awkwardly, as though assuring himself of his success, and hurried back out.

Puddlespeckle nudged the flowers. They were starting to wilt in the summer heat, but they still had their color. Puddlespeckle cupped the fragile flowers and gently wove them into his fur. He always carried AshClan with him, but now that weight would be visible to all.

(Fennelspot: 69, male, cleric, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Puddlespeckle: 138, male, elder, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

Halibutkit and Graykit ask Puddlespeckle what it’s like to be so old.

[Image ID: Halibutkit and Graykit face Puddlespeckle. Under Halibutkit, it says + NEW TRAIT: LOVER OF STORIES. Above Graykit, it says LEVEL UP! IMPULSIVE -> BULLYING.]

(Halibutkit: 4, male, kit, impulsive, quick witted)

(Graykit: 4, female, kit, bullying, careful listener)

(Puddlespeckle: 138, male, elder, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

A snake sneaks into the nursery and bites Duskkit, killing her.

[Image ID: Oilstripe faces Twinekit and Duskkit, both StarClan cats. Oilstripe says “No. Please, no.”]

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Oilstripe had a WheatClan melody stuck in her head as she returned from her sunset walk around the territory. She’d overheard the song at the last Gathering and now she couldn’t get the tune off her mind. She found herself humming the song as she wandered back to camp. She even spotted Moonpaw, creepily wandering the territory, and shared the song with her. Ghosts weren’t so scary now that Oilstripe understood they were just paying the living world a visit. The Gathering was full of ghosts, to the point that Oilstripe struggled to pick out the living from the dead. They could be odd, sure, they had powers the living could never imagine on Earth, but they were still themselves for the most part. She probably would have been a good cleric, if she had any interest in medicine or interpreting prophecies. No, she was fine with Fennelspot’s lessons on StarClan and the occasional talk with a ghost.

As she broke through the treeline and saw the shipwreck in the distance, a glittering shape bounded past her. It was Twinekit! Her pale pelt matched the pale lines in the sunset. She was so small when she died, just old enough to eat prey.

“Someone’s busy,” Oilstripe chuckled. Twinekit spun around. Her back half stuck through a tree.

“Hi, Oilstripe!” Twinekit chirped. “It’s so weird that you can see me. How is Burdockpaw’s training?”

“He’s a quick study,” Oilstripe purred, settling down. “Are you exploring the territory?”

“I’m on StarClan business,” Twinekit huffed, lifting her head. “I’m a Fetcher now. I’m supposed to bring Duskkit to StarClan, but she insists on seeing the territory before she goes.” Oilstripe’s heart plummeted.

“Did you say…” she gulped. Another figure hurried up to Twinekit. She was twice Twinekit’s size, but lacked the same confidence in her starry step. The juniper berries in her fur were as bright and ripe as they were after the first frost. Oilstripe couldn’t feel her skin as Duskkit stumbled up to Twinekit.

“Duskkit, did you know Oilstripe can see us?” Twinekit said, nudging Duskkit’s transparent body. Duskkit’s eyes shone like sunlit ice as Oilstripe’s heart spasmed.

“Can you tell my mom I’m sorry I made her so mad?” Duskkit asked in the meekest voice Oilstripe had ever heard from her.

“No,” Oilstripe gulped. “Please, no.” She ran toward the shipwreck, wondering for a moment if the visions she thought were ghosts were just hallucinations. She begged StarClan that she was only crazy. She couldn’t look back at the ghostly kits, for doing so would make them all too real. Yet as Oilstripe got closer to camp, the weeping became more apparent.

Juniper sprigs covered Duskkit’s lanky body in the center of camp. Graykit, Halibutkit, and Shadowkit cuddled beside their older sister, quieter than they had ever been. Shockingly, it wasn’t Downstar whose sobs bounced off the shipwreck, but Carnationspeckle’s. Downstar leaned against Rustshade as Carnationspeckle cried beside her, back hunched and tail frizzed.

“I didn’t hear it,” Carnationspeckle cried. “I’m sorry, Downstar, I didn’t hear it!”

“I don’t blame you, Carnation,” Downstar insisted, nose pressed into Carnationspeckle’s cheek. “I don’t blame you.” Fennelspot left the medicine den with another juniper sprig and placed it on Duskkit’s body. He spotted Oilstripe by the entrance and hurried to her.

“The kits were playing,” he said softly, “and suddenly, Duskkit yelled about a rattlesnake, and—”

“I know,” Oilstripe grumbled, pushing past Fennelspot. There was no debating whether Oilstripe saw ghosts now.

A snake bite wrapped around Duskkit’s leg. Oilstripe stared at Downstar. She had to say something to her, but what? She couldn’t make this tragedy about herself and her strange ability. But Downstar deserved to know her daughter’s last words. Or were they first words from beyond the confines of her body?

Downstar noticed Oilstripe staring and said “I’m fine. I’ll… I’ll be fine.”

“Was anyone else hurt?” Oilstripe gulped, looking around for rattlesnakes.

“Duskkit was really brave,” Halibutkit mumbled. “She grabbed the snake before it bit me.” Halibutkit nuzzled closer to Duskkit’s body.

“I…” Oilstripe gulped. Her paws shifted in the sand, looking between Duskkit and Downstar. “I guess she, uh… wanted to make her mom proud.”

Oilstripe settled on Downstar, and she instantly knew she had said the wrong thing. The pain of the moment collected in Downstar’s eyes as a rage sharp enough to tear Oilstripe in half. Oilstripe took a step back, the fur along her back bristling. She ran into the warrior’s den before anyone could say a thing about it.

(Oilstripe: 16, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Twinekit: 2, female, kit, noisy, quick to help)

(Duskkit: 4, female, kit, troublesome, quick witted)

(Carnationspeckle: 14, female, caretaker, compassionate, talented swimmer)

(Downstar: 71, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Fennelspot: 69, male, cleric, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Halibutkit: 4, male, kit, impulsive, quick witted)

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kamidukki · 1 year

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[AKNK April Fool 2023] Butlers' Lie

A short summary of the cut scenes that happen if you log in during April Fool. I forgot to record everything, so I'm pulling these from memory (which, sadly, isn't that reliable). Heavily paraphrased. Feel free to point out any mistake(s).

Berrien - made a resolution to overcome his fear of bugs by keeping a butterfly's eggs (?) "I'm sorry Master, it was a lie. I didn’t keep any eggs, but it's true that I want to rid my fear of bugs. Therefore, hopefully someday we can walk together in the garden, enjoying the scenery."

Lono - greeted us in keigo (JP formal language) and claims he has mastered it then burst out laughing.

Bastien - claims he is able to understand and talk in cat language. "It was a lie but it would be nice if it were real. Maybe I should I ask Muu to teach me. How about we learn together, Master?"

Haures - he's now a master of baking and can successfully make anything even with eyes closed (?) "That I'm a master baker was a lie, but I truly want to be able to succeed someday so I'll keep learning."

Fennesz - today's dinner is mushroom stew! With the freshly picked mushroom I cultivated in the garden(?). Well, it's true the dinner is mushroom stew, but not from the garden. "To take anything from the garden, we need Ammon's permission after all."

Boschi - claim to have overcome dislikes of vegetables. "I'm asparagus lover now! ...Nah, what a joke. I'll never say such things. Be careful, Master. If you ever see someone with my face saying he likes veggies, that's how you know that is not me."

Ammon - "Master, notice something different about me today?" No, the master doesn't. Ammon invites us to take a closer look before claiming he now has his piercing underneath his tongue instead of ears. "Well, that was a lie. Nothing about my piercings changed, sorry about that, Master. Your serious face looking for the answer was cute though."

Lamli - "I've never told anyone this but I used to be a cat a long time ago!" Yeah, that was the lie. Then he keeps going how Nac is actually more cat-like than him with his heterochromia. "Should I call him Nyakku?"

Lucas - new season, new resolution! He's going to stop drinking from now on! Well, April Fool. He's not. "But I do find myself restrain more when you're around, Master. Think you can stay on the manor to be with us for today? Eh, this is not part of the lie, you know."

Nac - claim to have overcome his meat phobia. And then a story about Lamli fed him fried frogs??? (I'm horrified I have so little memories of the story)

Lato - "A special day where you're allowed to tell lies? How strange for humans to have such a day, given without it, they lie on daily basis." Rather than lying, he'd make true (force) the words he says. His wishes are: to go to a parsley field with Master, to watch ants in the garden with Master, and for the Master to remain in the manor. [Note: There's a mention of a book though I forgot the details about this. Does the book grant any wishes that are written on it?]

Flure - says "actually I-" and then stops there, giving up because he remembers Lato hate lies. Flure had wanted to say that he had successfully get Lato to quit calling/referring him as his little brother. Then Lato appears, saying, "To stop your lie midway just because you remember I hate those... As I thought, my little brother is a really kindhearted person." After he walks away, Flure: "If you heard what my lie was I do hope you stop calling me that though..." [Note: Flure's expression is slightly comical in my opinion, so this scene is actually rather heartwarming in its entirety]

Miyaji - claims he has grown taller by 2 cm, thus making his head bump into things more often. Well, the former is a lie but the latter is truth. Miyaji: wait, could it be I've gotten taller for real?

Teddy - impersonating Yuuhan, claiming that's who he really is after the classic collide-onto-each-other-then-switch-bodies scenario.

Yuuhan - likewise, he impersonates Teddy.

Hanamaru - claims that Yuuhan calls him 'Dad' in his sleep-talk. "How does that sound, Master? Isn't it amusing?" Yuuhan, in eerie smile and a voice I imagine colder than the Antarctica, "No, not at all." Hanamaru jumps in surprise. Yuuhan: How audacious of you to claim I sleep-talk when it's you who has to be waken up every morning by Teddy and I... Master, can I borrow Hanamaru for a moment?

#aknk #akuneko #あくねこ

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4ltrd · 1 year

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There was a lot of talk about going to parsley fields and looking at ants between these two statements. But he talked about piercing us on White Day and now he's all about binding us. 縛 is a regular, every day verb, but given Lato's past statements...

#lato bacca #akuneko #devil butler with black cat

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the-golden-witch-of-wanderers · 27 days

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List of All the Plants I'm Growing in my Apartment this Year:

A guide to help you maximize small spaces for a bountiful harvest with easy, low-maintenance crops & flowers.

Notes:

* = Plant and do not touch.

** = Plant, harvest, and replant seeds.

*** = Plant and harvest over the summer & fall.

+ = Natural mosquito/aphid repellant.

! = Need to watch for aphids and ants (ants can put aphids on your plants to harvest the nectar they produce by eating their sap).

Small Set-up to Grow Plants with Little Space:

Balcony: Hanging baskets, fence planters, pots, 3-tier raised bed, big shelf for your small plants/sprouts/succulents.

Stairs: Pots for big plants.

Inside the apartment: DIY greenhouse made from a shelf from IKEA, DIY hanging shelf in front of the west-facing window.

Please note that I have a long list since I have two balconies and three 3-tier raised beds, plus all of the above.

Front Balcony: 3-Tier Raised Beds (2):

Thai peppers (Full sun) *** / +

Jalapenos (Full sun) **/ +

Habaneros (Full sun) **/ +

Lettuce X3 (Rotation - Semi-shade) ***

Kale X3 (Shade) **/ !

Coriander Full sun) **/ +

Rosemary (Full sun) **/ +

Dill (Full sun) *** / +

Basil (Semi-shade) *** / +

Parsley (Semi-shade) ***

Peppermint ( Semi-shade) **/ +

Arugula X3 (Shade) ** / !

Front Balcony: Fence Planters

Green onions **

Chives *** / +

Lemon balm *** / +

Lemongrass *** / +

Eucalyptus *** / +

Kitchen Lavender *** / +

Chamomile ***

Thyme ***

Marigold * / +

Purple (#6) ***

Morning Glories *

Tradescantia *

Front Balcony: Small Planter Under 3-Tier Raised Bed

Snack bar of herbal cuttings for my cat (licorice roots, dill, mint, basil, rosemary, thyme, parsley). */+

Front Balcony: Hanging Baskets

Wild strawberries or Alexandria strawberries (require less sun) **/ !

White strawberries (pineberries) **/ !

Rainbow chard ***/!

Spider plants *

Tradescantia *

Front Balcony: Potted Plants

Dwarf lemon tree *

Celery **/!

Forget-me-nots *

Back Balcony: 3-Tier Raised Bed

Hardneck garlic **/+

Shallot **/+

Radish **/+

Back Balcony: Fence Planters

Sprouts & new succulents *

English Ivy *

Morning Glories *

Back Balcony: Potted Plants

Cherry tomatoes ***/ !

Rhubarb *** / !

Perilla ***

Edamame ***

Yellow strawberries ***/ !

Dwarf raspberry bush ***

Inside the Apartment

Green onions: regrow

Spinach

Bamboo

Succulents, Aloes, Cactus (will go on the shelf outside)

I hope this helps start your own garden!

#farmcore #cottagecore #peace of mind #garden #gardening #plants #indoor plants #outdoor plants #outdoor garden #indoor garden #plant mom #succulent #potted plants #succulents #apartment garden #apartment

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newspecies · 2 years

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hi im playing pokemon insurgence for the first time. so far my team consists of my diseased son, an ant, an ulcer, ken from barby, parsley, and my sad orphaned son.

#rot.txt #obsessed with phlegethon this games charmander design whips #bulbasaur too #squirtle is also good its just not my taste #im prolly not gonna keep shiapouf on the team but god i kind of want to #also this team is so bad ToT its not balanced AT ALL #i am in desperate need of a fire grass and water type #phlegethon isnt a fire type btw its ghost and dragon

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sirenthestone · 1 year

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Plants that survived the unexpected frost (in my greenhouse):

Parsley! A little smushed, but hanging in there.

Rosemary! Slightly taller than I covered it, but otherwise unchanged

Oregano! Unchanged!

Dill! Very smushed, but likely to make a full recovery!

Lupine! Thriving!

Succulent cutting! The one I expected to die is even still clinging to life. The little one (which I already thought was likely to survive) is even showing new growth!

The original succulent! In horrible shape and infested with ants, but not dead yet!

Peppers! Unchanged!

Swiss chard! Unchanged!

Most of the jade plants! Needed to remove some dead leaves (and all the leaves on the third plant), but it lives!

#plants #gardening #greenhouse #post-frost #im pretty sure the built up moisture from the cover is what killed the jade leaves #but the stem survived and most of the other two plants #so i think its gonna make it

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amethystamanda · 7 months

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Week 5 Report Part 2

Day 3, Monday:

More camping today. The local wildlife seems friendly.

Cakgun has learned to roll over onto her tummy, to sit up.

My agency called. I have my first audition for prime time TV tomorrow.

Day 4, Tuesday:

Cakgun has learned to creep.

Our allotted time to use the campground has ended. We have returned home. Our remaining collections from the trip:

5 of one kind of unidentified fruit

25 of a second kind of unidentified fruit

3 bee insects

3 fire ant insects

3 firefly insects

9 Jezebel butterfly insects

2 locust insects

9 mosquito insects

3 termite insects

1 tiger frog

1 spotted leaf frog

3 perch fish

4 walleye fish

1 yellow perch fish

2 trout fish

1 red crawdad fish? From fishing at least. It looks different than the others

1 minnow fish

4 bass fish

1 obtanium sample

11 basil herbs

1 parsley herb

1 strawberry fruit

5 onion vegetables

10 carrot vegetables

Cakgun has aged from an infant to a toddler. I have attached my report on her infancy lifestage.

I have succeeded at my audition, and I am very pleased with how Kuric Conius, who is the nanny, is treating the offspring.

Day 5, Wednesday:

I spent time with Mila Caliente at her house, and her son Lucas caught himself on fire. While they were all panicking, I put prevented the house from burning down around us by extinguising it. They now view me as a hero.

Gurjin was excited for costume day at school. This is a day when sim offspring wear a disguise to school. He said that he would 'look just like the other kids today.' I am concerned by these thoughts and will have to be more vigilant in enforcing that my offspring have pride in being Sixami.

And also about the true use of 'costumes' and 'disguises.' He planned to wear one of his environmental protection suits. While I would not allow him to, for example, disguise himself as a sim, this kind of disguise is unacceptable.

He is now a B-level student, up from a C-level student.

He has asked to join the Drama Club, and I have allowed it.

This evening, I acted as a television doctor. It went well. I am unclear as to why a voidcritter was required to watch me die. I have been promoted to Sitcom Star.

#alien invasion challenge #gameplay #aliens #Qhesreia #ts4 alien gameplay #5

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ctyfstars · 8 months

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Estrellas azules

CAPÍTULO DOS

—Era broma… —susurró Annabelle, sintiendo como los colores le subían de la vergüenza.

Sebastian rió por lo bajo.

—No pasa nada, no está alejada de la realidad. Los músicos dedicamos muchas horas de nuestra vida a la música. Lo requiere, sin embargo, yo he sabido ajustar mis tiempos. Con una buena organización se es capaz de hacer muchas cosas. —colocó el libro que tenía en las manos sobre una de las estanterías—y con paciencia también, he de añadir.

Annabelle suspiró, y se colocó un mechón del pelo detrás de la oreja (algo que hacía con frecuencia cuando estaba nerviosa).

Vio como el castaño siguió el movimiento con la mirada y entrecerró los ojos.

—¿Qué? —le preguntó ella extrañada.

—Un deja vu.

Se quedaron en silencio, mirándose fijamente, cada uno pensando (o recordando) algo.

Había algo extraño en el ambiente, como si las líneas de la realidad se desdibujaran y los transportara a otra realidad diferente, a otro lugar. Los colores empezaron a volverse borrosos, y el olor de libros antiguos y pergaminos viejos fue desapareciendo, dando paso al aroma de las rosas y algo más dulce. Antes de que la imagen se definiera, la burbuja estalló con un chasquido proveniente de una tercera persona, devolviendo a los jóvenes a la realidad.

—¡Veo que ya os habéis conocido! —exclamó Parsley con una sonrisa.

Annabelle parpadeó, intentando regresar a su plano astral. Se sentía confundida y algo mareada, y no entendía absolutamente nada de lo que acababa de pasar. Pensándolo bien, se sintió exactamente igual que esa mañana, cuando despertó tras tener aquellos sueños extraños.

Observó al joven que acababa de conocer (que no debía tener más de veinticuatro años) comprobando que estaba igual de consternado y extrañado que ella. Luego, enfocó la mirada hacia su jefe, que los observaba misterioso e incluso diría que con algo de curiosidad.

—Señor, —comenzó Annabelle—no sabía que el señor Bennet había llegado. Me ha pillado desprevenida.

—¡Si, si! Yo tampoco lo esperaba pronto, sin embargo, justo me llegó un mensaje diciendo que el vuelo se había adelantado, solo que el cartero se extravió.—dijo dirigiendo su mirada nuevamente al señor Bennet.

—Llegué aquí a las siete y media de la mañana. La biblioteca está abierta desde las seis, así que me instalé en mi hotel, y vine en seguida para dejar los cuadros y esperarlos, mientras ojeaba el lugar.

—¡Los cuadros, sí!—De repente Parsley había recordado la razón de aquella reunión— ¿Dónde están? Estoy deseando verlos.

Sebastian indicó con el brazo que le siguieran hasta llegar a una mesa con una caja mediana de madera.

Parsley se colocó unos guantes especiales y la abrió con sumo cuidado.

—Debe saber, señor, que yo ya les había echado un vistazo antes de que los empacaran, y el trabajo será arduo. —Parsley le miró con una ceja arqueada.—Están demasiado dañados. O al menos eso parece. Están cubiertos de tierra seca y algo más, casi completamente cubiertos. No se aprecian siquiera los colores.

Annabelle, que había permanecido en silencio y observando, miró de reojo al recién llegado. Había despertado en ella una extraña curiosidad.

—¡No será problema! —exclamó Parsley— Hemos trabajado cosas peores ¿Verdad Anna?

Annabelle asintió, aún callada.

—¡Pues venga! Los llevaremos a la planta de arriba, al laboratorio. Tengo una zona reservada para este tipo de trabajos, Anna y yo pasamos mucho tiempo ahí, además, si necesitamos información solo tenemos que bajar para tener acceso a la biblioteca.

El viejo, sin ayuda, cogió con cuidado la caja y subió como pudo las largas escaleras, dejando atrás a los más jóvenes.

Annabelle suspiró y se dirigió hasta la mesa donde había dejado su bolso y herramientas de trabajo para seguir a su jefe cuando sintió una mirada a sus espaldas.

—¿Necesita algo? —preguntó sin siquiera darse la vuelta.

—Creo que no nos hemos presentado como debíamos, y dado que vamos a pasar mucho tiempo juntos, podríamos comenzar con buen pie —añadió.

Annabelle lo miró de reojo, por alguna extraña razón el hombre le resultaba curioso y misterioso, como si debiera andarse con ojo, pero a la vez le transmitía seguridad.

—Me llamo Annabelle Moore, trabajo con el señor Parsley desde hace unos años como su aprendiz y compañera.

—Un placer, Annabelle. —Se sintió extraño, para ella escuchar su nombre salir de su boca y para él pronunciarlo por primera vez.—Yo soy Sebastián Bennet, me dedico a la música y al arte y el profesor Parsley es muy buen amigo de mi mentor, el profesor Edward Hawker. Éste me recomendó para el trabajo.

—Algo de eso me comentó, sí.

Un silencio entre cómodo e incómodo se había instalado entre ellos.

—¿Y qué edad tiene? —preguntó él con curiosidad.

—¡Vaya! —Annabelle rió— ¿Es ese dato, acaso, relevante para nuestro trabajo?

—Considero que es relevante para dar paso a una relación de cordialidad y amistad.

Sebastian sonrió amablemente hacia la de ojos azules. No había maldad o segundas intenciones en su mirada y eso hizo sentir a Annabelle segura y confiada de alguna forma. Esto hizo que se cuestionara a sí misma. Hasta hace poco tiempo, se consideraba una persona bastante independiente y apartada del resto. Era cuidadosa, no confiaba mucho en los demás, y dudaba a menudo de la generosidad de la gente. Ahora, un desconocido de ojos castaño oscuro (preciosos si le preguntaban su opinión), y sonrisa amable se presentaba con toda la naturalidad del mundo, una a la que ella no estaba acostumbrada.

—Tengo veintitrés años —dijo ella— ¡Ya, ya! Bastante joven para estar aquí. —Añadió al ver la mirada de asombro del otro.

—Bastante si me permite opinar. ¿No debería estar estudiando?

—¡Lo hago! Esto es algo complementario, aunque bastante importante. También estudio arte. ¿Y usted?

Empezaron a caminar poco a poco hasta las escaleras para ir a reunirse con Parsley en la planta de arriba.

—Tengo veinticinco.

—¡Veinticinco!—exclamó—¿No debería estar estudiando?—repitió ella devolviendo la pregunta que le había hecho él anteriormente.

—También lo hago—sonrió—Actualmente estudio en un conservatorio de música de París, el cual tiene un programa de intercambio muy interesante. El profesor Hawker digamos que es, lo que el señor Parsley es para ti. Me ha ayudado mucho, y también me ha abierto muchas puertas. Podemos decir que gracias a él, tengo bastantes privilegios. Uno de ellos, estar aquí.

Llegaron hasta un pasillo con grandes ventanales y caminaron hasta unas puertas de cristal, donde a través de ellas pudieron visualizar a Parsley observando los cuadros ya colocados sobre una mesa de luz.

Annabelle entró, se colocó unos guantes especiales, una bata blanca y se acercó al mayor.

—Dios mío… Están completamente destrozados. Ni siquiera se aprecia la pintura, ¡Nada!

—Os lo dije —dijo Sebastian acercándose. —Llevará bastante trabajo.

—¡No es problema! —Parsley dejó ver su entusiasmo—Empezaremos poco a poco. Nos dividiremos y cada uno trabajará con uno de los cuadros. En cuanto tengáis algo haced un informe y luego investigad la época, de dónde han salido, posibles autores etc.

Cogió uno de los más dañados y lo llevó a su puesto. Cuando el profesor trabajaba, un aura de profesionalidad lo rodeaba y a duras penas se dejaba ver. Por suerte para Annabelle, era lo suficientemente competente como para saber hacer el trabajo por sí misma, y era un momento que adoraba ya que le servía de distracción y de investigación. Ahora, ese momento lo compartía con el hombre de pelo castaño que estaba a su derecha, el cual había escogido uno de los cuadros y se había puesto a observarlo, sin perder detalle de vez en cuando de la joven rubia que había llamado su atención.

#books #books & libraries #libros #love #aesthetic #amor #lovers #dark academia

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