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masterjedilenawrites · 1 month

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Discuss!

#star wars #poll time #star wars characters #a-z #v #w #val beckett #baron valen rudor #valin hess #wat tambor #watto #waxer #wedge antilles #wicket #wilhuff tarkin #commander wolffe #wooley #wrecker

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clangenrising · 3 months

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Decided to do quick little refs for Ghost and the Chaff who were in the battle (complete with all their new scars). Been a while since I drew a cat free handed (not tracing a photo) and im really happy with how they all turned out!

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Ghost #Jagg #Tadpole #Dandelion #Lizzie #Wicket #Character refs #clangenrising

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nkp1981 · 11 months

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Warwick Davis and his Kenner Star Wars pals.

#Darth Vader #anakin skywalker #david prowse #wicket #warwick davis #return of the jedi #star wars

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rptv-starwars · 9 months

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Wicket

#star wars #return of the jedi #wicket #warwick davis #original trilogy #forest moon of endor

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haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted · 6 months

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Star Wars: Return of the Jedi - Wicket and Leia by Jennifer Aberin Johnson

#Star Wars #Star Wars: Return of the Jedi #Forest Moon of Endor #Ewok #Wicket #Leia Organa #Sci-Fi #Jennifer Aberin Johnson

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cinematicwasteland · 1 year

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#return of the jedi #1983 #star wars #don post #masks #1980s #80s #vintage #retro #nostalgia #admiral ackbar #wicket

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artbyjasonleung · 11 months

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Return of the Jedi 💫

#ewoks #Ewok #wicket #return of the jedi #Star Wars #star wars fanart #Star Wars fan art #Star Wars art #star wars illustration #art #illustration #copic markers

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darth-memes · 5 days

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#star wars #sw memes #original trilogy #the return of the jedi #wicket #leia organa #princess leia #general leia

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pulpsandcomics2 · 12 days

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Wicket the Ewok board game (1983)

#vintage board game #wicket #star wars

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nerds-yearbook · 5 months

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On November 24, 1985, the second Ewoks TV Special "Battle for Endor" aired. The TV movie won an Emmy for Outstanding Special Visual Effects and was nominated for Emmys for Oustanding Children's Program and Oustanding Sound Mixing for a Miniseries or a Special. Warwick Davis returned as Wicket, Aubree Miller as Cindel and (briefly) Eric Walker as Mace. Wilford Brimley joined the central cast as Noa. The Nightsisters introduced in this would show up again years later in the Star Wars animated series The Clone Wars. The pack animals the Blurrgs from this movie would also appear in the Clone Wars series as well as the live action series The Mandalorian. ("Ewoks: The Battle for Endor", Star Wars TV Event)

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star-wars-tournament · 1 year

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Bracket 1, round 2, poll 5:

#star wars #star wars characters tournament #bracket 1 #bracket 1 round 2 #poll #wicket #return of the jedi #star wars ewoks #ewoks #rex #captain rex #clone captain rex #ct 7567 #the clone wars #star wars rebels #rebels #clone wars

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nightwonder7 · 9 months

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First batch of Art Fight attacks 2023!

Characters and their creators:

Wicket - @awwfur / Awwfur Luca - professionally_tired_pigeon / Professional_Pigeon Draco - @cjwildstyle / CJisananimator Pharaoh McPickles - PatricktheHenchman / Patrick-the-Henchman

#art fight #artfight #art fight 2023 #artfight 2023 #af 2023 #team vampires #wicket #awwfur #luca #professional_pigeon #draco #cjwildstyle #pharaoh mcpickles #patrick-the-henchman #night's art

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clangenrising · 3 months

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Month 11 - Leafbare

“It’s getting worse out,” said Jagg, staring out over the fields. Ghost nodded and shuffled his feet to shake some feeling into his toes. The horizon was a hazy white blur, the mountains a smudge of grey barely visible through the falling snow that continued to amass on the grass and the trees and the distant houses.

“We should get started on some snow dens,” he said, mostly to himself.

Jagg looked over at him, her pretty silver pelt shimmering under the flakes adorning it, and tilted her head in confusion. “Snow dens?” she asked.

“They’re burrows in the snow,” Ghost laughed, enamored by her naivete. “They’re for keeping warm in. We’ll need them if we’re going to stay out here and watch the front.”

“Gotcha,” she said with a nod, filing the thought away behind her yellow eyes. They reminded him of Miss Smoke’s. “Do you think you could show me how?”

“To keep warm?” he rumbled suggestively as he leaned in to her. “How could I say no?” She laughed nervously and shoved him away - all in good fun, he thought.

“No, how to make a snow den,” she shook her head, still smiling. Tooth and claw, she was pretty. “Please?” That was just like her. Always seeking out knowledge, finding ways to take the world apart and put it back together. Sometimes he wondered if she only hung around him to pick his brain for useful things.

“Sure thing,” he chuckled and gave her a cuff over the ear. “Get the others together and I’ll show you. I’m gonna check in with Razor real quick.”

“Good luck,” she whispered, her unnotched ears flicking back against her skull for a beat. She shivered and not from the cold.

“Thanks, doll,” he purred. He shook his pelt in vain and started across the little camp they had made. It was more a clearing of trampled grass and snow than anything and it was always shifting, stretching deeper into wild territory every day. The openness of it was not ideal - they’d been attacked by a hawk the other day which Sycamore had managed to kill before it could get ahold of anyone - but that was the nature of war, or so Razor said.

The big grey tabby was talking with Sycamore and Tiger when he approached. Ghost paused just outside of earshot but within Razor’s field of view and waited. At this point he knew very well that Razor did not like to be interrupted. After a minute or so of conversation, Razor looked up and gestured for Ghost to join them, which he did.

“Just the cat I wanted to see,” said Razor. “I’m heading back to the city for a few days. While I’m gone, Sycamore is in charge.” The ginger house cat in question looked Ghost up and down, daring him to challenge his authority.

Ghost simply nodded. “Understood.”

“Tiger and a few of the others are coming back with me,” Razor continued. “Will you be good to manage the Chaff who are here or should we take them with us?”

“I was just about to get them to work making snow dens,” Ghost said. “I should be alright, this is a good crew.” Tiger smiled to himself as if Ghost had made a joke.

“Perfect!” Razor purred. “See? I knew you had it handled.”

“Have fun while you’re gone,” Sycamore said to Razor with a grin.

“Oh, you know I will,” Razor laughed. Ghost smiled to hide the eye roll that wanted to take over his face. Yeah, I’m sure Scorch will be thrilled to see you, he thought. The bitch. He almost hoped Razor gave her a good scar for the stunt she had pulled with Mystique. Almost. He still frowned on hitting girls, even if this one deserved it.

Before long, Razor and most of the Exalted had left for the city. Ghost made note of the cats remaining: Sycamore, Oreo, London, Humus, and Miss Bella. An interesting group to be sure, but not one that would give him much trouble. He headed to the other side of camp where Jagg had gathered the Chaff.

“You ready to get to work?” he asked, looking them over. Today it seemed he had Dandelion, Wicket, Lizzie, and Tadpole to work with. Not terrible, as far as groups went.

“Yes, sir,” Jagg said eagerly, her shoulders straight and proud. Dan nodded his head in agreement. Wicket snuggled close to Lizzie, his fur fluffed up into a big ginger ball. Tad didn’t seem to be paying attention.

“Alright, let’s get to it then,” said Ghost. The den building went smoothly enough. Once he’d shown Jagg and Dan how to do it, they split up to show the others and it wasn’t too long until they had finished the first one.

“Well done,” Ghost said as he looked around the little room.

Dan smiled under the praise and ran his tongue over his paws a few times. “Thank the Folk,” he said, “I don’t think I could dig much more!”

“Why don’t you two go check on the others?” Ghost suggested. “You can settle down in that den when it's finished.”

“Why can’t we stay here?” Tad asked flatly.

Ghost frowned. “Because the Exalted need a place to sleep. Now, go on.”

“They can use the other one,” she flicked one ear. Dandelion shifted, starting to look nervous.

“It’s fine, Tad, we can go,” he said.

“You’d better watch your tone,” Ghost scowled. “If the Exalted heard you, they’d wouldn’t be nearly as forgiving as I am.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Dad,” Tad droned sardonically, “I forgot how gracious you were.” Ah. So she was one of his. He searched his memory for any chance that he already knew that. Luckily for him, Tad got up and headed outside, glaring dully at him as she passed.

Dandelion popped up to follow her and said, “you’ll have to forgive her, Sir, she’s just cold and cranky.” Ghost looked the tom over, his memory straining. His scruffy cream fur was ticked with brown and his face was round and inviting, home to a pair of bright, yellow-green eyes. He reminded Ghost of someone… Daisy? Lacey? He couldn’t remember. He wondered briefly if he’d lost the memory to age or if he hadn’t cared to learn in the first place.

“You’re her brother?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” said Dan.

“And your mother, she was…” Ghost trailed off, trying once again to dredge the name from the depths of his mind.

“Maisie, Sir,” said Dan.

“Maisie,” Ghost nodded as if that had made everything perfectly clear. To tell the truth, the name did nothing to jog the rest of his memory. After a moment, he refocused his gaze to realize Dan was still waiting obediently for him to continue.

“Uh, that’s all,” Ghost waved him off. “Go get yourself warm.”

“Yes, Sir,” Dan smiled, then bounded after his sister.

Ghost shook his head, disappointed. In what, he wasn’t sure. His memory? Tadpole? Something else? The edges of that thought made his muscles tense and tighten, like they were anticipating a fight, and he pushed it away with another, more jarring shake of his head.

Stepping out into the snow, he called to Sycamore. “The den’s ready.”

“Finally!” Humus cried, bursting from his spot in the snow to race towards the shelter like a jingling, brown striped rabbit. Oreo followed shortly behind without a word of acknowledgement to anyone.

London brushed his tail against Ghost as he passed and said, “Thanks, pal.”

“Yes,” added Bella, “I was certain I was going to freeze to death.”

“Maybe they’ll be faster next time,” Sycamore said, leaning against her as they made their way into the den. He looked at Ghost out of the corner of his eye, ginger tail twitching.

“We will certainly do our best,” Ghost dipped his head. Sycamore huffed but said no more. Once the Exalted had disappeared into their burrow, Ghost let out a sigh and looked up at the thick white flakes starting to come down faster and faster. It was going to be a rough night, snowed in and stuck with a bitter daughter in a small space. If the snow didn’t let up by morning they were going to have to go hunting in the storm which he was not looking forward to. Luckily, he had the authority to delegate that sort of thing.

Shaking the snow off of his muzzle, he turned and went inside, resigned to a tedious evening and a long, quiet night.