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lymoncat · 4 months

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AOT HCS MODERN AU! What pet you guys own

Eren-

he has a dog I’m not even gonna lie, he comes across as a dog person, he doesn’t care what breed but prefers big dogs specifically German shepherds he bought a dog when y’all moved in together and he’s actually really close with the dog, you named the dog bobo you chose the name cuz you thought it would be cute, the dog is very attached to eren

armin-

a cat, an orange tabby cat. Armin comes across as a more calm less crazy person meaning he would want a cat to chill and read with. He named the cat tangerine cuz it’s orange. You bought him the cat for Christmas one year since you didn’t know what to get him. It’s the wholesome moments, when you see him on the couch after work holding the cat, you fall in love all over again with your gentle small ray of sunshine

Jean-

you may think that he has a horse but your very wrong, he has an annoying green parrot that calls you mom, you can simply walk by the change and you’ll hear “food mom?” And you eventually get used to it and get another parrot for them to play together and stop bugging you

connie-

oh you poor unfortunate soul, him and that tortoise. Jk he has a dog still, you poor unfortunate soul, him and that dog do everything together, he has a border collie that joins you two in everything, taking a shower, the dog is at the door, using the bathroom?, the dog is staring into your soul, trying to leave? The dog is following you out the door. The dogs same is bacon cuz the dog loves bacon

Reiner-

Bull dog off the bat, he has a big dog strong like him, they wrestle on the living room floor all the time, go on walks, play fetch, chase little kids- wait- what?! Yeah, they think it’s funny to chase children in the park especially the snotty teenager brats over in the corner doing some not so innocent things, the dog is a female named Presley very energetic and playful but don’t expect any unwanted visitors there will be none, middle of the night a robber comes ain’t no way that person getting out alive, maybe in a body bag but not alive.

Bertholdt-

a tortoiseshell cat with gold eyes, you guys went to an animal rescue center for your anniversary and he fell in love with this cat, he was begging you until you said yes I mean how could you not?! He’s batting those pretty green eyes while on his knees with the cat “please can we get her? I’ll do anything my love” it was a yes in that very moment and next thing you knew you were on your way home with a cat named pineapple don’t bother asking how that name came across his mind but it’s always nice to see him in one of his weird sleeping positions with pineapple splayed across his chest on her back

Erwin-

a lazy pug named Mr. There’s no question just a fat lazy pug that sheds buckets of fur.

Levi-

you begged him to get an animal and he kept saying no until he came home to you having bought one without his permission, he glared and looked pissed until that fat fluffy black cat looked him in the eyes with her emerald ones. He caved in. The cat was named jasmine and he allowed you to keep it because cats are very hygienic and easy to take care of. He hates changing the litter box but will do it for Jasmine. And when he does actually sleep it’s curled up with you and jasmine and absolutely precious, jasmine sits on his lap when he’s doing work and he shares his food with her all of the time strangely enough she loves lettuce, you’ll be in the kitchen making salad and she’ll prance over and sit there meowing for lettuce

I hope you guys liked this, please comment your thoughts and send me requests and don’t be afraid to give me feedback ❤️✨

#connie springer #connie x reader #aot x reader #aot headcanons #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt hoover #aot x reader fluff #jean x reader #jean kirstein #eren jaeger #eren x reader #reiner braun #reiner x reader #erwin smith #erwin x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader

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nonuggetshere · 3 months

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If you're still doin requests ummm maybe lurien!!! Or twl if lurien isn't your jam (no pressure for either of them though!)

(ID start: A picture of the White Lady and Lurien the watcher from Hollow Knight on a plain grey background with a darker blotch of grey behind White Lady. The White Lady is looking down at Lurien, smiling as she talks, her left hand raised up to her chest. White leaves and vines grow out of the branches on her head and neck, coiling around and hanging off them She's wearing a blue dress and a white shawl dropped over her shoulders with yellow, red and green floral patterns at the bottom, and a circlet on her head. Lurien is seen from the back, taking off the hood of his blue cloak as he looks up at her, revealing his brown and white antennae and fluffy neck, his yellow and orange with black blotches butterfly wings are visible, his cloak draping slightly over them. End ID.)

They're chatting :] I think trying to find a good species for Lurien (because I never established a specific species of butterfly for him) took as long as this picture, but I eventually decided to base him on a small tortoiseshell. I wanted something with either yellows and oranges to contrast nicely with the blue of the city and his cloak, but I still wanted some blue on him, so this butterfly was prefect

#hollow knight fanart #hollow knight art #hk art #hk #hollow knight #hk fanart #hk lurien #lurien the watcher #hollow knight lurien #hk white lady #the white lady #white lady #hk wl #my art #hk au #faaf au #spooky arts

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planet-dusk · 9 months

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you should definitely share the fem!skz thoughts with the rest of the class mhmmm mhmm totally not because i need them more than oxygen or anything 🙄

i was thinking,, what kind of aesthetic would the fem!skz members have...

chan would have emo/e-girl vibes, the type of girl whose wardrobe consists of 99% black. lots of silver jewelry. the chunkier kind,, black leather too, and of course her nails would be painted black as well (a little chipped from biting them). pleated skirts, chain belts and oversized sweaters. big platform shoes to make her look taller and fishnet stockings to show off her pretty legs <33 n piercings! a nose & belly button piercing for sure bc of course chan would have the prettiest tummy :)) her preferred hair color would be black (relaxed, not curled) or 2 tone with either black + silver grey or a neon color

leeknow's style would be a mixture of comfortable athleisure and a more preppy clean aesthetic. padded jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and ofc converse :)) minimal jewelry,, if any. probably just some (cat) bracelets. she'd prefer to dye her hair in natural colors like dark brown. in winter she wears soft chunky wool sweaters. she uses very little makeup but she loves her cherry chapstick, and how it makes her lips all sweet and sticky and kissable <33

changbin would be such a babygirl ! the prettiest in pink, always showing off her gorgeous body <33 the cleavage on this girl 😵‍💫 she'd act all coy about it but loves it when people comment on how pretty she looks today,, bc she works hard for it and everyone should know! would def match her eyeshadow to her top <33 her hair would be black and curled, either short or long she looks great in both :)) binnie's a dress girl, she loves short bodycon dresses (n of course hidden underneath are her perky nipple piercings 🤭)

hyunjin would be the epitome of artsy elegance,, pretty silver rings adorning her long fingers. she keeps her hair short so it doesn't get in the way when she's painting. loves flowy oversized button ups that look like she stole them from someone else's closet. experiments with makeup sometimes but prefers to keep things more natural,, including her hair (but bleaches it sometimes). honestly looks like a dream whatever she wears <33

han would be right at home in leeknow's sweaters :)) sungie loves borrowing her friends' clothes. her style is similar to minho's but with some edgier street vibes thrown in,, like bucket hats and ripped jeans or cargo pants. goes through experimental phases (including a punk phase and dying her hair all colors of the rainbow) but always falls back on her comfy clothes <33 never goes far without her noise canceling headphones

felix likes expensive things,, likes them to be well fitted and neat. she loves soft n cute things too and often mixes aesthetics. a natural blonde <33 knows exactly what flatters her features (makeup, clothes, etc). could be wearing some high end jewelry paired with fluffy knee socks — anything she feels like,, and she looks amazing in it. bright and light colors look best on her but at night she'll turn up wearing a tiny black dress and make everyone do a double take 😵‍💫

seungmin breathes academia vibes! somewhere between light and dark academia, but always looking sharp and pristine. the kind of timeless beauty who knows how to accentuate her features,, with the perfect haircut (somewhere in the middle) and the right amount of makeup to make her beautiful face stand out. she'd wear tortoiseshell rimmed glasses,, a vintage pair she found in a shop downtown. lots of warm brown leather and tweed to finish off her daily look <33

i.n is on top of all the latest trends. she's just so cool 😫 her style is trendy but relaxed,, a city vibe with her oversized jackets and her shoe collection. rocks a bob or a ponytail like no other ! she buys vintage sometimes,, stuff like those 80s adidas jackets, seamlessly mixing them with her modern day sneakers. her style is very laid back but she knows how to dress up n loves a good red lip <33

#answered #comet-falls #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #;skz headcanons

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possumteeeth · 7 months

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Healer apprentice, Lambpaw, struggles to cope with his grief (and guilt) as his clan begins making all of his decisions for him.

This video features a bunch of important characters!!

Lambpaw (he/him) (white cat with grey points)

Salmonfleck (he/him) (fluffy white and brown cat)

Flickerbug (he/him) (blue-grey tabby) -belongs to @iwannaholdyoulikeyouremine !

Adderheart (she/her) (fluffy tortoiseshell) -belongs to @iwannaholdyoulikeyouremine !

Timberstar (she/he) (brown tabby with back scar)

Corvidwish (she/her) (red tabby)

Animation meme i finished back in march! Wanted to post it here too because i'm still really proud of it :)) Also to stick with my lambpaw theme that i have going right now >:)

#digital art #warrior cats #cat oc #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats oc #digital artist #animation #animation meme #my art #my sillies..#dude is haunted

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clangenrising · 5 months

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Month 9 - Leaffall

Scorchplume wasn’t speaking to Yarrowshade and it was driving him crazy. It was over the stupidest thing, too! The night Aldertail had come to camp and Yarrowshade had tried to wait up for her return, he had woken just in time for her to slip into the leader’s den with Nightfrost and Goldenstar and she hadn’t come out.

Nightfrost had explained to him that Scorch had been withholding information about Ghost and the city cats, information that might have put everyone in danger. It was clear that Nightfrost’s opinion of Scorchplume had tanked overnight and that sucked, but he was still determined to make sure Scorch was alright.

The next morning, he’d sought her out and said, “Hey, Scorch, how are you doing?”

“As well as I can be,” she’d said, eyeing him with the same cool gaze she had used when he was visiting her in the healer’s den.

“Yeah?” he’d asked. “I was really worried about you.”

“Why?” she had turned her face away. “Weren’t you busy looking after Scrap?”

“I can worry about two things at once,” Yarrowshade had frowned.

“Hm.”

“Did you want to go hunting? Maybe we could talk about it?”

Scorch had turned to him and said, “What is there to talk about?” in a way that felt like a claw to the face.

“I… I don’t know, I just…”

At that point, Nightfrost had called out, “Yarrowshade! I’m going hunting, did you want to come?” Scorch had stared at him with her bright blue eyes for a good long beat and he'd realized this was a test.

“Scorch,” he’d started, but she’d cut him off.

“Go.” She’d said, “Don’t let me stop you from fawning over Nightfrost.”

And so he’d left in order to respect her wishes, but for some reason she’d only seemed to get angrier with him as the weeks passed. He didn’t get it! He would have gone to Smokyrose for advice, but she was still on kit leave and, besides, he knew that Scorch wasn’t exactly her favorite cat right now.

But something had to change. He and Scorchplume weren’t even on patrols together anymore and he couldn’t tell if that was because Nightfrost had decided to separate them or because Scorch had personally requested it. Either way, it was a bad sign.

He contemplated which option he would prefer as he followed in Nightfrost’s paw prints through the snow. It had come down hard that morning and while the wind had died down for once, a light dusting of flakes continued to flutter down over them as they patrolled the southern border.

Pantherhaze, walking behind him, said, “What are the odds that they just aren’t coming back?”

“They’ll be back,” Nightfrost said without looking back. Pantherhaze sighed and shook his fur. Yarrowshade studied the back of Nightfrost’s head, thinking. Was it just him or had she been colder lately? He wished he knew how to help her with all of the stress she was dealing with. If you wanted to stop stressing her out, you’d leave her alone, said a part of his mind. That was nonsense, he reasoned, but the thought had its hooks in him and it wouldn’t let go.

He sighed and let his gaze wander. The snow was starting to pile all up so high that he and Pantherhaze were belly deep in it, another reason why they were following in Nightfrost’s wake. The horizon had turned a foggy grey-white, obscuring the mountains and the farther reaches of the forest. Ahead of them, he knew the border stretched on for a long while even though he couldn’t see it. He tried to trace it with his eyes, but paused when he spotted a white shape in the snow moving in their direction.

“Is that the EarthClan patrol?” he asked, pointing with his muzzle, and Nightfrost stopped, squinting into the snow.

“Who goes there?” she called.

“Bogmist!” the white shape replied cheerfully, “And Dawnbird.” A moment later, the two EarthClan cats reached them, Dawnbird’s tortoiseshell pelt appearing suddenly from behind Bogmist’s fluffy white fur. After the gathering, Orangestar and Goldenstar had met to discuss the city cat threat and how to combat it and had come to the conclusion that they would put a temporary hold on patrolling the border between their territories and instead send those patrols to jointly watch the southern border. This was the second or third patrol of this kind Yarrowshade had been on and there was almost always at least one deputy or leader present. It seemed that both Clans were taking the city cats very seriously.

“Hello, there,” Pantherhaze smiled. “Congratulations on your warrior name, Dawnbird!”

“Thank you,” she smiled and dipped her head politely, but the smile fell off of her face shortly after. She must be disappointed her brother wasn’t there to sit vigil with her, Yarrowshade thought, once again kicking himself for his part in Toadpaw’s disappearance.

“Any news?” Bogmist asked, grey eyes sparkling.

“Not yet,” Nightfrost said. “Let’s hope it stays that way.”

“StarClan willing,” Dawnbird nodded and Pantherhaze echoed her prayer.

“Well,” Yarrowshade said, trying to sound cheery. “I hope you’re ready to walk back and forth in the snow!”

“We don’t mind,” Bogmist chirped, shaking the snow from her fur. “Whatever keeps the kits safe, right?”

“Aw, are there new kits in EarthClan?” Pantherhaze asked.

“No,” she laughed, “I don’t expect we’ll be having any new kits for some time. But I heard Smokyrose finally found herself a beau!”

“Ah,” Yarrowshade and Pantherhaze exchanged awkward glances. “She did but its… probably over between them.”

“Oh, no!” Bogmist asked, “Why?”

“Because he’s one of the rogues,” Nightfrost said curtly.

“Oh,” said Bogmist.

“Come on,” Yarrowshade said with an awkward laugh. “Let’s get to patrolling.” And so they did. It was cold and boring work, but it needed to be done. Bogmist did her best to keep up the conversation and he tried to oblige her but the longer they went the more he started to worry that Nightfrost was getting sick of it and he found his desire to respond slowly waning. They walked back and forth over the border for most of the morning and into the afternoon and found no signs of intruders, just like all the other patrols like this he’d been on. The snow at least made it easy to know if anyone had passed through. Still, Yarrowshade found his paws were starting to grow num from the cold. He thanked the stars when it finally stopped falling.

“The next patrol should be coming to relieve us soon,” Nightfrost said eventually.

“I hope so,” Bogmist said, “I’m starving!”

“Look,” Pantherhaze said, pointing up ahead, “that must be them.”

Yarrowshade looked and saw a small group of cats standing around in the track they had worn into the drifts of snow and frowned. Something wasn’t right. One of the cats turned to look at them and as he did, the bright snow glare glinted off of something around his neck.

“Those aren’t Clan cats,” he hissed and the energy changed.

“What do we do?” Dawnbird whispered. “Should I run back to camp?”

“No,” Nightfrost said, “You would show them exactly where we live. Only run if I say so.” Dawnbird nodded. The cats ahead of them had risen to their feet and were walking towards them at a leisurely pace.

“This might not be a fight,” Pantherhaze said softly.

Nightfrost started walking to meet them. “We can only hope so.”

The cat in the lead was a large, blue-grey and white tabby with an impressive stature despite his slim cheeks. He sported a blue collar with a softly tinkling bell that Yarrowshade thought clashed oddly with the claw scars on his muzzle. Behind him was Ghost - Ghost and two other cats, the brown tom that had fought with Floodpaw and a burly ginger tabby with a kittypet collar of his own.

Yarrowshade felt his hackles starting to rise. How dare Ghost show his face here? How dare he bring that mangy scoundrel back with him? He was so angry that he only barely registered that the kittypet in front seemed to be in charge.

“Hail and well met,” called the big grey tom, smiling jovially. “You must be the cats of RisingClan.”

“We are,” said Nightmist, squaring her shoulders to match his height. Yarrowshade was glad that at least one of them was as physically imposing as the stranger. “What business do you have being on our territory?”

“Not on your territory,” the kittypet corrected. “I know we aren’t welcome there, that’s why we waited on the edge of it.” Ghost glanced over his shoulder at the sable pelted tom who ducked submissively. His dark blue eyes stayed fixed on Yarrowshade though, burning with something similar to what Yarrowshade himself was feeling.

“What’s your name, my darling?” the kittypet in charge asked Nightfrost. Yarrowshade had to bite his lip to stop himself from demanding he speak to her with more respect.

“Nightfrost,” she said cooly. “Who are you?”

“My name is Razor,” the tom purred, stepping closer into Nightfrost’s space. A growl leapt to her throat, ears flicking backward and Yarrowshade took a step forward too, baring his teeth. Razor only chuckled and stepped back, although Yarrowshade noticed that he was still closer than he had been before.

“Well there’s no need for that kind of behavior,” said Razor. “I was just being friendly. Do they not have that out here in the sticks?”

“Razor,” Ghost said, and Razor glanced back at him, his smile fading for a split second. Ghost lowered his gaze immediately. Apparently he had said all he needed to say.

Razor sighed. “You’re right. We’re here on business.” Turning back to Nightfrost, he said, “I wanted to come down personally and apologize for my underlings’ behavior. I understand they got distracted picking on some of your young ones, yeah?”

“Picking on is an understatement,” Nightfrost glared. “They’re lucky they got off so easily.” The tom in the back scoffed and Ghost stepped towards him threateningly, which immediately silenced him. Razor’s ear twitched but he didn’t look back. It seemed to Yarrowshade that he was used to Ghost handling the rogues for him.

“And I am grateful,” said Razor, still smiling. “It was more than they deserved, on that we agree.” He shifted his weight to lean in again and lowered his voice as if he and Nightfrost were having a private word. “To tell you the truth, they were out here looking for a cat named Scrap who I’m eager to find. She’s a bit… unwell, you see - in the head - and I’d love to find her before she gets herself hurt. You cats wouldn’t have happened to see her anywhere, would you?”

“What does she look like?” Nightfrost asked, striking Yarrowshade again with just how smart she was. He would have told Razor to go shove something unpleasant up his rear but that would have given their position away, confirmed that they had taken Aldertail in, or at the very least caused a fight they probably didn’t want.

Razor tilted his head in Ghost’s direction. He didn’t look at him, only cast his eyes over the snow over the shoulder closest to Ghost, but Ghost received the signal all the same and said, “She’s young, a spotted brown tabby with a notched ear like this one,” he flicked his tail in the sable tom’s direction. “I believe she has blue eyes.” Razor smiled, satisfied, and looked back at Nightfrost.

Nightfrost hummed thoughtfully and then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Have you checked the thunderpath? Most cats don’t survive crossing it.”

“The 'thunderpath',” Razor laughed, sounding like he was amused by the novelty of it. “I assume you mean the road back there?”

“If that’s what you call it,” shrugged Nightfrost. “The stone path the monsters prowl.”

“Monsters,” chuckled Razor again. “Yes, yes, we’ve checked the ‘thunderpath’ plenty. I’m quite certain she came this way. You’re sure you haven’t seen her?”

“I’m sure,” Nightfrost said. “You can go back to your city now.”

“Don’t be rude,” Razor said, a dangerous edge slipping into his voice. “I’m just trying to help a cat in need. We’ve been perfectly civil, haven’t we?”

“You’re not welcome on our territory,” Nightfrost said, stepping into his space this time. “Leave and don’t come back.”

“Careful, girl,” Razor rumbled, and the cats behind him tensed. “I’m not the kind of cat you should threaten.”

“I’m aware of your reputation,” Nightfrost growled back, “but I don’t care. Leave.”

“Who told you about my reputation?” Razor grinned. “Scrap? Because she’s quite paranoid, thinks everyone is out to get her. She’s not exactly the most reliable source.”

Nightfrost rolled her eyes. “I told you, I haven’t met this Scrap cat.”

“Then why don’t I believe you?” Razor purred lowly, leaning even closer to take a deep breath of her scent. Yarrowshade’s back started to arch aggressively. Behind Razor, he saw Ghost shuffle, but the older tom said nothing. Deceitful coward, Yarrowshade thought.

“She told you to leave,” he snapped, tail bristling. “If you’re smart, you would listen.”

For the first time, Razor’s eyes fell on him and suddenly he felt extremely small. Nightfrost’s jaw clenched and she closed her eyes for a frustrated beat. Had he made a mistake? His gut twisted with anxiety. If things got violent it would be his fault.

“Quiet, whelp,” Razor snarled, then smiled and said, “the big kids are talking.”

“No,” Nightfrost said firmly, “We’re done talking. Either leave now or stay and make an enemy. It's your choice.” Razor chuckled darkly, swinging his gaze back to her in a slow arc.

“Oh-ho-ho-ho, you are just adorable,” he said. There was a pause, as he looked her over with a gaze that felt deeply disrespectful, predatory even. Then he stepped back and said, “Fine. We’ll leave. Don’t let it be said that I am quick to make enemies. If you find Scrap and feel inclined to return her, I would make it worth your while. I’m sure food is hard to find this time of year, right?” When none of them responded, he shrugged, and said, “I could see you fed until spring, maybe after. All you have to do is help me out. I reward those who help me, don’t I?” One ear turned back towards the cats behind him.

“Always,” the tom with the notched ear said eagerly.

“Handsomely,” said the ginger kittypet.

Ghost simply grunted.

“See?” Razor said. “Think about it.” With that he flicked his tail and turned and started back through the snow towards the city in the distance. The kittypet followed closely behind him and the sable pelted tom slank after them about a tail length behind, keeping a respectful distance. Ghost stayed where he was, staring for a moment, and Yarrowshade glared at him.

Eventually, he spoke. “Is Smokyrose alright?” His voice was low and tense

“No thanks to you,” Yarrowshade scoffed.

“And the kits?” he asked.

“They’re fine.” Nightfrost said curtly. “Two baby girls.” Yarrowshade frowned. Why was she telling him? If he had cared about the kits he would have been there for their birth. He watched as something like relief flashed across Ghost’s face.

“I’m glad,” he said. “I would have-”

“Ghost,” barked Razor, having halted in his tracks to look back at them. “What are you up to?”

Ghost smirked and lifted his voice to say, “Oh, just familiarizing myself with the local delicacies.” Yarrowshade wanted to hurl. The ginger kittypet and the tom with the notched ear snickered, but Razor just rolled his eyes.

“We have girls in the city. Much less angry ones. Come on.”

“Alright,” Ghost called back reluctantly. Then, under his breath he said, “Tell Rose I’m sorry,” and strutted off after the other city cats, the same clawable smirk on his face. Yarrowshade was bristling until they were starting to disappear behind the snow banks.

“So that’s Smoky’s beau…” Bogmist said with a bit of a grimace. “I’m gonna be honest, I don’t get it.”

“I’m sure he was a lot more charming around her,” Pantherhaze said weakly.

“What was all that about?” Yarrowshade grumbled, “Asking about the kits, saying he’s sorry? If he had been actually sorry he wouldn’t have abandoned her in the first place.”

“Maybe Razor has some sort of leverage over him,” speculated Pantherhaze. “Maybe he couldn’t come back even if he wanted to.”

“That’s wishful thinking,” scoffed Yarrowshade. “Did you hear what he called Nightfrost? And none of them blinked an eye. No, he’s a scumbag through and through.”

“Yarrowshade,” Nightfrost said suddenly and he realized that she had been lost in her own thoughts since Ghost had left, “go back to camp and make sure that the other patrol is on their way. Pantherhaze, you too. Make sure you tell Goldenstar about everything that was discussed. Bogmist, you and Dawnbird can head back to EarthClan too.”

“Thanks, Nightfrost,” Bogmist said.

“StarClan light your path,” added Dawnbird, and the two headed off toward their camp.

“What about you?” Yarrowshade asked her, lowering his voice. “Are you gonna stay here?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “I’ll make sure the next patrol is prepared and see to it that Razor and his ilk don’t come back.”

“They’re not gonna come back tonight anyway,” Yarrowshade said. “You should come back to camp. Maybe we can get some prey and unwind a bit.”

“Please, Yarrowshade,” she sighed, “this is not the time for flirting.”

“I’m not flirting,” he promised. “I just think you’re pushing yourself too hard. You need to relax.”

“I’m the deputy,” she said. “I’ll relax when we’re safe. Now go back to camp.”

“Promise me you’ll be back before dark?” he asked, ears wilting.

Nightfrost sighed. “Sure. I’ll be back before dark.”

“Okay,” nodded Yarrowshade, disappointed. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” He stepped forward to butt his head against her shoulder but last minute he decided against it and stepped around her instead. Pantherhaze joined him, and they started the trip back to camp.

“You okay?” Pantherhaze asked after a while.

“Yeah, I guess…” he replied. Was he okay? He didn’t really know.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Yarrowshade sighed heavily. “I just… I don’t know where I stand with her, y’know? I can’t tell if she’s just stressed or if she’s getting tired of me.”

“I’m sorry,” said Pantherhaze. That didn’t make him feel any better.

“Thanks,” he said, bumping up against his old friend. “Let’s go get out of the snow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Pantherhaze agreed enthusiastically. “I’m freezing!”

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warriors #warriors oc #clangen oc #Yarrowshade #Scorchplume #Nightfrost #Pantherhaze #Bogmist #Dawnbird #Razor #Ghost #Van Pelt #clangenrising

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nanistar · 5 months

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There seem to be popular fan interpretations for what most WC characters look like - is there any character where your headcanon differs drastically from widely accepted fandom interpretation?

oh i got this one. good quastion so it's not too drastic, but it's significant to me. in canon, bristlefrost is described as gray and white* with thick fur (*the wiki says she's pale gray but i swear to god she's described as gray and white somewhere in canon, maybe in the teaser posts that came out before TBC was officially released??) . most of the fandom seems to prefer her super fluffy, and adds cream or light orange tortoiseshell markings or some sort of highlights. i've never been one for torts in general just because i personally struggle to make them look good in my style, so while i'll never yuck anyone's yum for little design things, i've never agreed with a dilute tort Bristlefrost. also, while i see her as a big, long furred cat, she's more sleek and less fluff, since ivypool was always very pointy and had a more athletic build to me. so bristle in my head takes on a more oriental longhair shape

like so. tort bristle is not really my thing but i wouldn't like.. not share/reblog art with a tort design in it simply because i dont agree with that interpretation, yknow?

(also ive never cared for the dark forest eyes that have black sclera just bc i think it makes designs look too busy. love red pupils tho keep that up. )

#mine #warriors #i also dont htink cinderpelts leg should have visible scarring other than atrophy bc it was never that bloody of a mess #it was described as twisted and the knee was broken/unable to move and she could still use it and support her weight with it just not very-#-well/for a long time. that ones not a big deal tough since i know a lot of ppl tend to use scarring as an artistic shorthand to represent-#-trauma and injury ^^ peace and love

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gamercats-fight · 25 days

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Momo from Love Nikki vs Tally from American Arcadia. Vote for your fav!!

Need help picking? Check down here!

Momo - Nikki Inc. - 2017 - Anthropomorphic white cat:

-I think if he knew he lost a cat contest he’d be all grumpy despite constantly correcting people who mistake him for a cat, and he kinda deserves it <3 but tbh he’d probably be a little bit upset if he won too(“I’m not a cat!!! Why won’t anyone listen?!”), there’s really no winning with Momo sometimes

Tally - Out of the Blue Games - 2023 - Tortoiseshell cat:

-fluffy :D Just a good cat there for moral support when it is. Uh. Clearly needed. You can boop her nose!

-#and she's SO gorgeous and fluffy#and they released an update to give her a little boop!#they know what the people want

#gamercats tournament #polls #momo #tally #american arcadia #love nikki #edit: added tally propaganda

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greghatecrimes · 9 months

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A recent addition to this fic/AU as it’s slowly being written:

The property that House and Wilson’s ‘farmhouse’ is on is a frequent hunting ground of many local stray cats. The cats love to greet Wilson (whether by rubbing up against him or just walking near him) when they see him, so Wilson starts leaving food out for them in return. There’s five or six ‘regulars’ that individually stop by at different times during the day/week.

After Wilson dies, House finds it hard to continue Wilson’s habit of feeding the cats. He does it when he has the energy to get around to it (which isn’t often, since the entire thing reminds him of Wilson, after all), but he’s nowhere near consistent with it. Still, the cats keep coming, even when Wilson is no longer around. After House brings Thirteen to his place, she ends up taking up the torch of leaving food out for the cats on her own, without being asked or knowing that it was something Wilson did.

Eventually, Thirteen mentions the cats to House. She finds out that they’ve been around for a while, are fairly fond of House (for the most part, even if House pretends not to be fond of them), and that House and Wilson even gave them names. The cats are as follows:

Robbie, a fluffy golden cat that’s bigger than the others, highly affectionate, and was the first to approach Wilson;

Remy, a willowy, clever, and slightly elusive brown tabby;

Foreman, a disgruntled gray cat that looks about two seconds away from committing murder at any given moment, and who will swat at House if he gets too close;

Foster, a playful young tuxedo who is the reason why there’s a basket full of cat toys, mainly purchased by Wilson, on the front porch (his full name is Lawrence, but he is only ever called by his nickname);

and finally, a tortoiseshell with piercing blue eyes that watches House with a startling level of awareness and responds to “Cutthroat Bitch”.

#writing update #remy thirteen hadley #greg house #emdr week 2 sapped my energy for actual writing today so i was gifted with silly thoughts of house and wilson acquiring cats #i will drop some snippets of the fic on here at some point soon #the writing just needs to get a bit more cohesive first!#houseposting #house md #hate crimes md #hilson #james wilson #robert chase #eric foreman #lawrence kutner #amber volakis #in the dirt #headcanons

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cryptidclaw · 11 months

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Rosebush!

Design Notes:

Its pretty much the exact same as the last one, I just redrew her <3

Character Bio:

Rosebush

(Rosetail)

Lesbian; she/her

Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 8 cycles, 10 moons; ~52 Hyrs

Title meaning: -bush = A sturdy cat, a cat you can depend on; is especially good at building; a cat who spends much of their time helping around camp and fixing dens

Caretaker of Thunder Order

Mentor: Tawnyspots

Mother: Poppydawn

Father: Windflight

Siblings: Sweet

Half Siblings: Dappledew; Thrushcloud

Kits (outsider sire): Redtail; Spottedleaf; Willowchime

Grandkits: Darkstripe; Sandstorm; Poppy; Flint; Graybelly; Sootfur; Rainwhisker; Sorreltail

Other notable kin: Downnose (niece); Cricketstep (nibling); Star Ravenscourge (nephew); Dustpelt (nephew)

Extra notes:

She defo has a secret outsider gf or something, she deserves a gf. If I wasnt attached to Snowstorm and Thistleclaw's fucked up relationship plot, Rose would have been Snow's mate.

Character Summary:

Rosebush is a sort of jack of all trades in the Caretaker role, she is very big and strong, she's one of the best builders in the Order, and she does a lot of the heavy lifting around the camp. She also is very loving and empathetic and loves caring for kits, elders and just anyone who needs some love and care. She's a big buff lady who loves and cares about everyone.

Rose is the mother of Redtail, Spottedleaf and Willowchime, she always wanted kits so she found an outsider to sire a litter! Its pretty sad that her kits had such short lives... at least Red and Willow are carried on through their children.

Rose is also in cahoots with Bluefrost and Thrushcloud about Thistleclaw's assassination. She doesn't join in herself, but she instead stays in camp with Spotted, she knew her daughter needed her.

Rose is one of Bluefrost's best friends, Blue, Snowstorm, Thrushcloud and Rosebush are/were a tight nit friend group, and were almost always spending time together. The deaths of Snow, then Rose and then Thrush is one of the biggest blows to Bluefrost's mental health.

Rosebush dies early in the first arc due to illness, though she lasts longer than in canon bec I think her death would be more impactful if her relationship with Bluefrost, her kits and the Order was established first.

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[Image ID: A digital drawing of Rosetail from Warrior Cats. She is standing with her right side showing, she has a calm expression and a smile on her face. She is a big chubby tortoiseshell and white molly, she is mostly black, with pinkish-orange spotting on her back, tail and the top of her face, there are pink spots on her sides in heart and droplet shapes, there are also a black spot like this on her flank. The lower half and middle of her face is white, and this continues down her fluffy neck and stomach, her paws and tail tip are also white. Her eyes are a teal green color, her inner ears are pink, her nose is dark pink and her eyelashes are green like her eyes./End ID]

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #rosetail #rosebush #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors

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andiv3r-writing · 6 months

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On the top of a ridge overlooking a vast open landscape, two vaguely cat-shaped figures sat.

The lighter-colored being gave a nervous chuckle, then asked, "Sorry, what was that?"

The tortoiseshell turned, the last remnants of the snakelike scales surrounding his yellow slitted eyes melting away to be replaced with russet fur. "I said, 'Well, that spoiled like a pile of crow-food.'" He repeated.

The cream-colored cat nodded. "Ah- yes, yes, it did, rather." He said, glancing away again and toward the two outlines in the distance, growing smaller by the minute.

"Bit of an overreaction if you ask me," the tortoiseshell contemplated aloud as the white-and-cream figure shifted his weight awkwardly from one paw to the other. "First offence and everything. I-" the yellow-eyed being stopped for a moment, then continued slowly, "I can't see what's so bad about hunting a mouse anyway."

"Well it must be bad..." the blue-eyed one began, then trailed off upon realizing he wasn't entirely sure of the other being's name.

"Cobra," the tortoishell said with a nod. He'd only recently chosen that name, but wasn't sure it entirely suited him.

"Cobra," the lighter cat continued after the clarification, "otherwise... you wouldn't have tempted them into it." He glanced away.

Cobra grimaced, replying, "Oh, they just said, 'Get up there and make some trouble.'" He wasn't entirely certain that the earth was, in terms of actual space, technically up from the Dark Forest, but it hadn't exactly gone well for him the last time he attempted to correct a higher authority, and he'd suspected it was wiser not to risk it a second time.

"Well, obviously. You're a Dark Forest warrior." The pale figure said with a sideways glance. "It's what you do."

Cobra decided it would be best to ignore that remark and instead stated, "Not very subtle of StarClan though. Your leader, I mean," he clarified. "Letting the creature run about and telling them not to touch it. I mean, if She really didn't want it to end up eaten, why not put it on top of a high mountain? Or on the moon?" He snorted. After that comment prompted no response from the fluffy being, he murmured, "Makes you wonder what StarClan's Leader's really planning."

"Best not to speculate," the other cat chimed in worriedly. "It's all part of Her plan. It's not for us to understand." With a glance in Cobra's direction, he added, "It's ineffable."

The tortoiseshell scrunched his brows. "Her plan's ineffable?" He asked with a frown.

"Exactly," the fluffier creature said with a flick of his ear. "It is beyond understanding and incapable of being put into words." He said, not noticing the way Cobra appeared to be inspecting him until the tortoiseshell made an observation that caused the pale cat to shrink back a bit.

"Didn't you have a flaming stick?"

"Er..." the lighter cat glanced away nervously.

"You did, it was flaming like anything! What happened to it?"

"Uh..." the pale one seemed incapable of forming anything other than one-syllable utterances, something the calico was beginning to find amusing.

"Lost it already, have you?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Gave it away," the light-colored one said in what was barely louder than a whisper.

"You what?" Cobra asked, yellow eyes widened and a hint of a smile playing on the edges of his mouth.

"I gave it away!" The cream one repeated with agitation. "There are vicious animals. It's going to be cold out there, and she's expecting already, and I said, 'Here you go, flaming stick. Don't thank me. And don't let the sun go down on you here.'" After a moment of watching the figures in the distance, he added worriedly, "I do hope I didn't do the wrong thing..."

The calico frowned. "Oh, you're a StarClan cat. I don't think you can do the wrong thing."

The paler cat's shoulders slumped with relief. "Oh- oh, thank you. It's been bothering me," he sighed, eyes suddenly darting to the figures in the distance, one with a flaming stick held in his jaw which he appeared to be threatening a wolf with.

"I've been worrying, too." Cobra said as he stared into the distance as the scene unfolded. "What if I did the right thing, with the whole 'catch the mouse business'? A Dark Forest warrior can get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing..." he trailed off, glancing at the cream cat and stretching out a pair of dark wings from his body, wings which appeared to be made from pure shadow. As he did so, one of the cats in the distance stabbed the wolf through the throat with the flaming stick. The cream cat winced. "It'd be funny if we both got it wrong, eh?" The calico asked with a small smile. "If I did the good thing and you did the bad one."

They both chuckled, but the pale cat's laugh quickly turned and he pinned his ears back, quickly saying, "No! It wouldn't be funny at all!"

"Well..." Cobra murmured, looking away again. Suddenly, he felt a droplet of water hit the fur on his muzzle. As he began to look up, the cream cat sprouted wings made from starlight and stretched one above the darker one's head. They both sat in silence and stared at the figures in the distance growing ever smaller.

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#andiv3r writes #wc!omens #writing #good omens #good omens au #warrior cats au #(from here on out the tags are me rambling n shit btw)#OHHHH THAT TOOK SO LONG #GODDDDDD #i hope people like it #ohhhhhh my god #oh my god #im freaking out #please like it please

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Who is Princess, in this rewrite?

Princess

Merchant from the Band of Blood

Kittypet -> Merchant

she/her/hers cisgender, pansexual

Image IDs below the cut and information.

Grandparents: Crystal, Unknown Sire Parents: Jake, Nutmeg Siblings: Sun Firesong, Henry, Tommy

Mate(s): Oli Kit(s): Snowbelly, Lune

When she hears about her twin brother's involvement with the wild cats, she is filled with fear. The same ones that killed their mother? Their other siblings? She is terrified. She didn't even get a real chance to say goodbye. Doesn't matter. A week later, she and him meet again. She gives him hope during that first meeting, and when they meet again, he gives her promises. Promises to always visit. The last time they chat one-on-one, she gives him her only son from the litter of two. They talk more sporadically after that. They are never close like before. They can't ever be, really. She's lost so much to the wild cats. Her family, except her daughter and mate. She'd heard of the Band of Blood, and decided to join. She'd also heard that there was more family there, and that her half-siblings held high power in the group. So, she joined. It was the best decision of her life.

Personal Comments:

I like WF!Princess and canon Princess, and for that reason they are both sickeningly tragic in their own ways. Firestar never said goodbye to his sister in canon, did he? She never says goodbye to him in the rewrite.

I could have another go-round on her design, but I like what I have.

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[ Image ID - Princess, but in the Wildfire Rewrite. She is a large, fluffy, brown and ginger tortoiseshell tabby with white along her face, chest, belly, legs, and tail. She has very bright orange eyes. End ID ]

[ Image ID - The previous image, but with her collar. It is a striped green and white collar. End ID ]

#wildfire rewrite #warriors rewrite #warrior cats rewrite #warriors designs #WF! Princess #princess #ask #fallingstarsau #my art

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somber-sapphic · 7 months

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Cats and Colds

〘Prompt 19- Curled Up With a Pet〙

〘Notes- This was originally meant for Calzona, but I can't write Callie to save my life so we have Marina. Please excuse this one, it's not my best by far (none of these have been, sorry) but as my motto goes: at least it's done!〙

〘Summary- Carina and Maya welcome a new member to their family.〙

〘Word Count- 500〙

〘Pairing- Maya x Sick Carina〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

“Maya,” Carina croaked, shuffling into the living room wrapped up in a fluffy robe. Her long unruly curls framed her pale tired face, red rimmed nostrils standing out in stark contrast. The only other color on her face came from the flush of a fever.

“Maya, did you steal a snake? You know how I feel about reptiles.” she said, gesturing with one hand to the cardboard carrier resting on the floor beside Maya. The blonde grinned up at her, baby blue eyes shining with happiness. She held out a hand to her wife, beckoning her over wordlessly.

The sick woman coughed into her elbow and muttered something under her breath about snakes but came to her side, perfectly happy to fall onto the carpet beside her.

Maya wrapped an arm around Carina’s waist, just staring at the box as she tried to decide what to do. Did she give a big reveal? Did she let Car open the box herself? Did she-

Her thought process was rudely interrupted by a loud mew that cut through the quiet of the house, making both women jump.

Carina gasped and began to cough, pressing her face into Maya’s neck to suppress the sound of the fit. The blonde rubbed her back and patted between her shoulder blades, waiting patiently for her to regain her breath.

“S’ a cat?” she finally asked, wiping her runny nose on the sleeve of her robe. The brunette lurched forward and began to fumble with the cardboard closers, attempting to pull them apart so that she could greet the furball.

Not only was it a cat, it was the cat. The one that Carina had been talking about for weeks. The short haired tortoiseshell with big blue eyes and the tragic backstory. The stupid little cat named Squash.

Maya laughed quietly and steadied her hands, helping the young doctor to free their new pet.

Squash emerged from his carrier and went straight to Carina, butting up against her knee.

“Y-you remembered him. But Maya, you don’t like—” The blonde cut off her wife’s nervous rambling with a smile and a kiss on the forehead.

“I was wrong. He’s perfect.” She wasn’t exaggerating, watching the way the woman that she loved cradled the cat in her arms, an instant bond of trust forming between them. It was clear that Squash loved her, he was rubbing his fuzzy head against her chest and had begun to purr loudly.

“Si.” Carina whispered, smiling widely at her. The flush still clung to her cheeks, her nose was still running, her breaths still rattled, but now she had a perfect little cat to cuddle up with when Maya wasn’t home.

She leaned forward and kissed the blonde firefighter on the lips, momentarily forgetting about her illness. Maya didn’t hesitate to kiss her back; she wouldn’t mind taking a few days off to curl up with her wife and their new fur baby.

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