#bluestars pattern

[failsquirrel]

my bluestar design...solid blue with white

plus post-tigerclaw bluestar

[aura-draws-things]

My Bluestar design hehe

Partially inspired by the Qinglong (青龍)/Azure Dragon

I'm thinking about making other WC designs based on the Chinese constellations too: Zhuque (朱雀)/Vermillion Bird Firestar, Baihu (白虎)/White Tiger Tigerstar- and probablyyyy Xuanwu (玄武)/Black Tortoise Scourge idk

[beargones]

meemoo (that's my mom !)

[artsy-wolf]

So redbubble suspended my account... because a design I made myself they claim is copyrighted. I’m kinda laughing? Considering I’ve always been careful and never posted anything infringing on IP in my shop while I might post fan art on my tumblr nothing based off copyrighted material makes it into my shop. Below is the design I made that got me suspended because it is somehow copyrighted.... I also saw this design in a dream and recreated it.

Redbubble please explain.

[csaw]

trying to make bluestar's family tree genetically accurate but how are these cats having so many white babies without any white spotting at all *explodes 7 billions*

[kiwianacat]

Was thinking of how the infamous itw fight scene would translate into a medieval setting, then got distracted thinking about Longtail and ended up making Longfire canon to the au whoops.

Their relationship would be incredibly slow-burn, in the background to Fireheart's relationships with Greystripe (unrequited) and Sandstorm (temporary) to the point where I don't even think they'd be "courting" until about Firestar's Prophecy.

I wrote them a background, which was meant to be brief context but ended up being really long whoops. I think i've missed writing rip

Young Rusty meets third-season squire Longpaw during the ceremonial event young pages attend to prove their ability and be chosen as squires by Warrior knights. Rusty was controversially allowed to compete by Bluestar, using his blacksmith apprenticeship experience in place of the required service as a page and Longpaw mocked him for his low-born status prompting their duel. Rusty’s win cement’s his worth to Bluestar and he becomes her squire; meanwhile Longpaw’s loss was an insult to his knight Darkstripe as well as causing a nameless, low-born to become squired to King Bluestar, earning him great dishonour. He became a bitter rival to Firepaw, even after he was knighted, frequently antagonising him as in canon.

They form a tentative partnership when Longtail rescues him from Tigerclaw dropping him in the river, as even he sees this as suspicious, although he’s afraid to directly confront his peers and hesitates to think of him as disloyal. He has gained Swiftpaw as a squire by this point, unknowingly transferring the same pressures and beliefs onto him. During Tigerclaw’s raid on camp, Fireheart turns to him for help, which helps result in Tigerclaw’s capture; Longtail is shocked and sickened when it’s revealed that he killed Redtail (his dad in the au) and offended that he wasn’t told (Fireheart, rightfully, couldn’t be sure of his loyalties). When Bluestar, turning against the stars and traditions in the wake of Tigerclaw’s escape (he was set to be executed, but escaped with the help of an unknown ally (Darkstripe obviously)) makes Fireheart the heir to the throne Longtail feels doubly betrayed. As if he’d been manipulated against his friends in a play for power; maybe Tigerclaw was right to have his doubts about Bluestar if she’s willing to break traditions as it suits her. 

Big fallout, rough time for Fireheart, as he also loses Greystripe around this time. He’s courting Sandstorm around this time and their relationship is also beginning to crack, although I’m not sure who ends it; they started courting largely due to social pressures (and to Spite Greystripe) and come to realise they have a stronger alliance platonically. Longtail also thinks that Fireheart’s helping delay Swiftpaw’s knighthood to spite him and he backslides into bitter, insecure thought patterns. 

It’s Swiftpaw’s horrific death to Tigerclaw’s hounds that’s a wake up call and Longtail finally can see the transfer of Tigerclaw’s destructive beliefs to Darkstripe, through him, taking his squire’s life. He begins to investigate the hounds and has a larger role than in canon in uncovering the plot, taking the evidence to Fireheart (who doesn’t believe him at first), which ends up being an olive branch of sorts, re-establishing their alliance. It’d take a long while to get over their shared history to the point of romance after this point, but I think Longtail sees his own feelings first as his crush would’ve been amplifying his bitterness. 

Eventually they marry, Sandstorm remains important as Firestar’s principal advisor and heir to the throne. She surrogates kits, which the three co-parent together. Longtail never takes on another squire but becomes the head of the education of young pages instead; after being blinded he maintains the role but gains a co-head (maybe Bracken, Thorn or Bright) who helps with combat/weapons instruction and has a reduced role during his recovery.

[pinata-candy]

Into the Wild ThunderClan!! These are 'canon' world designs for me! I've been working on a personal rewrite for my own entertainment (mostly fixing the family trees) alongside my WOF rewrite, but these designs ignore my family tree and follow the canon one! -> Fire and Ice

Design details and explanations below!

Bluestar- I wanted her to be like. somewhat regal looking, somewhat serving. But I also wanted to try a like, reverse colorpoint? It didn't turn out how I pictured in my mind, might have to revisit

Redtail and Spottedleaf- they are twins to me, I wanted them to look similar no matter what, I really like how square I made them. I also wanted to drift away from overly like, fem spotted- I have no problems with people who make her design overly fem coded but I personally do not care for it

Lionheart- Is a lion

Tigerclaw- is a tiger. Tiger means orange. get Oranged boy

Whitestorm- silly old man to me. Colorpoint like his mama, I wanted him to be very whispy, like a storm

Darkstripe- I wanted to get like. sleezy king's advisor energy. I think I did a good job with that

Longtail- I wanted him to look like a serval! I adore Longtail

Mousefur- wanted her to look like a lil mouse <33

Runningwind- I wanted quick, whispy shapes like the wind (and for him to look like sand. Can't help myself. She's a runningred baby all day everyday to me) I added the eyelines that cheetahs have bc he's a fast guy!

Firepaw- CRINGE BABY!!! wanted him to look flaming!

Dustpaw- I struggled with him bc when I think of dust I think of like, dust bunnies and kinda fluffy shapes, but he isn't a fluffy guy! Though, dust bunny dusty sounds fun. Might have to revamp him lol

Graypaw- droopy and soft and friendly! Gave him cartoony friend eyes bc it felt right. Looks like his mama!

Ravenpaw- tiny, weepy little guy. He is so cute

Sandpaw-I wanted tough, sharp, and swirly bc of her storm warrior name, and when I think storm and wind I think of swirls!

Brindleface- ok, I know brindle is a kind of pattern but when I hear the world brindle I think of like, crinkly shapes? So I tried to make her crinkled somehow

Willowpelt- droopy like a willow! I know willows aren't purple but I associate the word with purple? So she's purple n green! I love her design

Speckletail- I admit, didn't have much thought on her. Just made her speckled

Frostfur- snow, frost, cold girl- wanted her to have awesome snow and winter vibes

Goldenflower- Golden flower = sunflower, she is a sunflower <33

Halftail- really no thoughts about this guy but I like his shapes

Dappletail- she gives me like. old wealth vibes. High class old woman who is kinda mean. Tried to get that across. Don't know why, I really don't even remember her beyond her weird 'relationship' with Stormtail and how she died

One-eye- I wanted to make her kinda sharp and tough

Smallear- Old man looking cat bc he is an old man <33

Rosetail- I want to draw a full body of her one day bc I can picture a rose looking tail in my mind but until then, she just is pink and heart coded

Patchpelt- wanted to try and make 'stitches' along his patches!

That's everyone- some of these cats I could picture in my mind, some not at all but this was so fun. I can't wait to do more!

[lordyglor]

More Good Tiger AU!! This time with Tigerheart and Nightpelt, since in this au, Tiger’s littermate Nightkit lives! But like canon Nightpelt and Tawnypelt, she leaves for ShadowClan because of her father’s legacy, and becomes leader of ShadowClan.

To recap, Tigerclaw, rather than being named after Thistleclaw, is named after his Father, Pineheart/star, because Bluestar is pissed that he ran off with all nine lives so Thunderclan leaders can’t get anymore until he gives them up.

And along with that, Nightpelt, aka Nightkit, Tigerheart’s littermate, grows up alongside him! But due to the scrutiny she and her brother face for their father’s mistakes (murder, details details), she ran away to join ShadowClan for a clean slate. Nightpelt is inspired by Canon Nightpelt, as well as Tawnypelt. Yes, that means she becomes leader, yes, that means she also has asthma :3 arguably one of my fav cats in this au.

Also I hope you notice the patterns I used on them both! I like Nightpelt’s pattern atm, but I need to workshop Tigerheart’s stripes… they’re meant to look like pine needles

[bramblewhisker]

Adding to my previous ask I also sometimes think about how does the attractiveness in general works in WC. Like we know Firestar was described as "handsome", but what does that really mean?

The books would actually benefit from exploring this topic. For one thing, all the het romances wouldn't be so boring and repetitive if we knew what cats find attractive and not in each other. Like, do cats have preferences for pelt colors and patterns? Scars are probably considered attractive in their society, but are all scars equal? And what about the smell (there is an accent on smell in the series, but writers never go deep into what makes each clanmate smell unique).

One exception is Firestar because we know he loves with his nose. But even then when writers had to pair with Sandstorm they went "oh well... her pelt is... pretty actually? And only now he notices it"

And the important part of it is to have some cat look unattractive (by their society standards). Have some protagonist/side characters and/or their love interests be lame. That would make shipping them better

Like for example maybe solid gray pelt is considered to be "boring". Obviously it would add "something" to Ashfur's character, but consider other plain gray characters in the series, like Bluestar, Cinderpelt, Crowfeather, etc.

(I just with people would stop making Ashfur fat/ugly specifically to signalize that he is bad "nice guy" misogynist)

I feel like this is a pretty unexplored topic even in what I know of fanon. In my mind there's a few archetypes for "conventionally attractive" in warriors: big muscular tabby, sleek and slender glossy pelt, and "where is the cat under all that fur?". But that's just looks, and for the cats scent is probably a big thing (Fernstripe's "oooh, I love his ThunderClan smell...").

At the end of the day, being good at warrior stuff and keeping your fur and your nest tidy are probably the best ways to attract romantic interest. But I do think it's funny to suggest that Ashfur might've lost out to Brambleclaw because "he's just got those STRIPES though..."

[tssdresses]

Okay hi everyone for those unaware @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors just posted their Prom fic, so I'm gonna scream about it in the readmore as I read it. spoiler warning below.

[keyboard smash] Kai and Lauren are just. the cutest.

I don't know anything about olive oil as conditioner but when I was bleaching and dying my hair frequently I used coconut oil as a hair mask prior to washing and that was awesome.

where are the dresses violet i want the dresses

Lauren is amazing. She hugs Bell and boops Vee??? amazing.

"Give me your girl skills, you don't need them" perfect.

god I'd forgotten about "room for Jesus", there's a throwback. actually i met a guy named jesus the other night. that was weird-- BLORBO FROM CHRISTIANITY????? crying laughing that's amazing.

(Roommate: Wait, what does 'blorbo' mean? Me: You're on tumblr now. You'll understand soon enough.)

NO STOP THE PAIRING UP IS TOO CUTE I CAN'T

The dresses are coming. I can smell them. The dresses are coming.

I relate so much with Emile's struggle to transport outfits without any catastrophe along the way haha. also, Mr. Adams is so nice?? My heart.

i'm on desktop I can't do the clap emoji so we'll compromise-- let [clap] Bell [clap] murder [clap] women [clap] by [clap] being [clap] hot [clap]

(Roommate: What was the term? Blorzen? Me: ...Blorbo. Roommate: Ah. ... "A person's beloved character from media." Pfft. [Other roommate], is Jesus your beloved character? Other roommate: What??)

okay I'm gonna just list what each person is wearing so I can refer back to it later. for no reason at all. it's fine. this is fine. everything's fine. (in order of mention, for my own sanity)

Bell: leather and gold armor over short crimson dress (picturing vampire costume from 2017ish, ask about ruching(?), type of armor?) Virgil: 1900s, low neckline and layered sleeves, chiffon ombré silver-purple, train (and imagining those victorian shoes with a million buttons on them-- technically the victorian era as far as fashion is concerned was like 1830s-90s so wouldn't have been worn with this type of dress but shhh-- specifically these in the same silver as the top) Remy: cowl neck, sleeveless dark blue with gold glitter and stars (embroidered?), black suit pants and jacket (and I'm choosing to believe he's wearing high heels that match the shirt) (no tie, assuming via cowl neck) Logan: dark blue suit jacket and pants with gold embroidery (constellations) (research springtime constellations in ohio/ask around if there are Appalachian-specific constellations), black button-up and tie* Patton: (ask mom if we donated her big-ass-bow dress for a reference) "most ludicrous, campy, powder-blue 80s prom dress" Kai: powder blue suit with white ruffled shirt Ellie: pale yellow to gold, orange, pink, purple ombré (picturing as layered ruffle skirt) Lauren: sunset orange suit, purple mock-neck, gold scarf Emile: "long white and pink floral shift with a ruffle hem and sleeves" (actually sounds very similar to the pattern I've got for the wedding dress, nice) Thomas: white and pink floral shirt, white suit and tie Roman: lamé suit, red with gold shirt + bow tie Sloan: lamé suit, gold with red shirt + bow tie Corbin: pinstriped suit in silver and purple, purple suit lapels, silver shirt (tie? waistcoat to match corset detail)

[keyboard smash here] I love all of them so much and my brain is in the microwave now. no, the microwave isn't violent enough. my brain is in the dryer. anyway

lol the makeup is real cute, and I'm obsessed with Bell's look holy crap

I do not have the time right now but I swear to gosh darn heck that I'm gonna make a post looking into the flowers and meanings and putting pictures of them next to each other. for now, lists

Remy: (boutonniere) eastern bluestars, white poppies, dusty miller flower greens Logan: (boutonniere?) eastern bluestars, white poppies, dusty miller flower greens Emile: (boutonniere) bellflower, white carnation Thomas: (corsage) bellflower, tiny pink carnation, pink dahlia Kai: (boutonniere) blue lace flowers, baby’s breath, white gardenia Patton: (crown) blue lace flowers, baby’s breath, tiny blue and yellow hydrangea Virgil: (corsage) lavender, clematis, lily-of-the-valley Corbin: (crown) lavender, clematis, baby's breath Roman: (corsage) red, orange, and yellow roses, red pansies Sloan: (corsage) red, orange, and yellow roses, red pansies Ellie: (crown) safflower, lilac, pink peonies Lauren: (boutonniere) safflower, bird-of-paradise Bell: (garland) red-orange sunflowers

oh my fucking god, Remy setting off a firecracker is absolutely amazing

Okay, Mr. Hatcher is great, note to self to send Vi an ask about him in the near future lol

Virgil [handshake emoji] the Adams Elliot is sibling-shaped

Screaming with joy at Lauren thinking the whole group was a polycule this is amazing-- Schrodinger’s polycule?!?!?!?!!! I love it

Oh no, this Bell + Vee interaction is gonna kill me a little, isn't it.

I was right, it killed me a little, and I loved it.

*I've been accumulating items to make Mollymauk's coat (and the rest of the cosplay lol) from Critical Role and good lord do I relate to the start-print frustration. On the upside, making a D&D cosplay lets me kinda throw all reality out the window as it's convenient for me.

(Also, shit, I thought I had my graduation outfit picked out, but now I want to try and make Logan's suit. hnnnnnnnnnnn.)

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy: Chapter Fifty-Two

(AO3 counterpart here.)

That night was painfully long and alarmingly short all at once.

Once everyone had eaten, the bodies were carried outside, the entire Clan following Fireheart into the woods. Even Goldenflower left with them, letting Aspenpaw take charge of the kits. Fireheart dimly reflected on the humor of an apprentice barely older than the kits themselves being their guardian. Goldenflower didn’t comment, simply helping carry Bluestar alongside Frostfur.

Every path to and from the burial sites stretched on and on, ending in a heartbeat of digging, placing, and refilling in silence, then returning to an eternity of walking. It was a marvel that the final hole was dug and filled by midnight.

After that came the return home. With the forest completely lacking dog-scent, cats were more willing to spread out to hunt on their way back. Fireheart, to his own surprise, managed to focus enough to catch a shrew. He waited for everyone to come to him, whether or not they had prey, before leading them to camp. It was still silent.

The Clan came home together, Fireheart giving Cinderpaw his shrew and heading straight for the meeting stump. He hopped onto it, standing and waiting for everyone to deposit their prey and look up at him attentively.

“Is everyone doing alright?” he asked first. Some surprised and mildly amused nods and verbal confirmations replied to him, and he fought to keep his ears from going back as he said sheepishly, “Just wanted to check before I said anything else.

“I won’t pretend to be gifted in speech, and I know I should have done this before we went out, but… I thought I should say something in honor of our leader, deputy and seer before we continue on for the night.”

Darkstripe made a face out of the corner of his eye, but everyone else, weary though they were, did perk up a bit. Many curious eyes were on Fireheart as he took in a breath, sorting his thoughts briefly.

“First, Whitecloud,” he said. “He saved my and Cinderpaw’s lives, but beyond that, he saved all of us by taking charge when he was appointed after Speckletail.” Speckletail died saving you too; seems to be a pattern with you, a nasty little voice whispered in the back of his mind. He ignored it for now. “He was our leader when Bluestar couldn’t be, and he still took care of his aunt while taking care of us. I have a legacy to live up to, and I’m honored to bear that task.” He looked up to the sky. “Whitecloud, I hope you’ve made it to StarClan by now, but if you haven’t and you’re still here… we owe you more than we could ever hope to give back.”

He looked back down to saddened faces. He restrained a sigh of sorrow himself and continued.

“Yellowfang…” He twitched his whiskers. “Well, I know she wouldn’t want us to get overly poetic about her. She’d probably slap me if I tried to be anything but honest, no matter how rude the rest of us would find it.” A few small titters. “She was crass, cranky, and courageous. She saw the world from a practical perspective, and she wasn’t afraid to test her ancestors’ patience by being blunt and ready to fight at the drop of a feather.” His eyes slowly drifted downwards. “I feel lucky that I got to take care of her when she first came to us. She was unlike anyone I’ve ever known, and there’s no replacing that cursing, grumpy ball of fur from the marshes.” He looked at Cinderpaw. “But she made sure to leave us with an apprentice that she loved more than anyone in the world, one that she was eager to fight and die for. And, Yellowfang, if you’re here, I promise we’ll take care of her in your stead. Your fool girl couldn’t have been trained by a better mentor.”

Cinderpaw swallowed a lump and blinked her wet eyes gratefully at Fireheart.

“And Bluestar,” Fireheart said, returning his attention to the rest of ThunderClan. Everyone’s gaze immediately turned even more unhappy. He fought a lump in his throat himself as he carefully considered what he needed to say.

“It wasn’t fair,” he said after a pause. “It wasn’t fair for her to grow ill and alienated from us after leading for so long. It wasn’t fair for us to avoid her or be angry with her for it. I only saw the end of her reign, but even then I could see how great she was from how eager all of you were to follow her. She was noble and dignified and wise, and…” His voice trembled now. “And to have that ripped away from her by something she couldn’t control is unbearably cruel. I watched her forget me and her nephew, and all of you. It… it was like watching her die over and over again. We lost her a long time ago.”

Many heads bowed, and many eyes shut painfully.

“We can take comfort in that her pain is over,” Fireheart continued, fighting to steady his voice. “But we shouldn’t forget that pain. Nor should we forget who she was before: regal and intelligent and confident. Those two things can exist together, and they do whether we want them to or not.” His breath was shaky. “She was my mentor, the one who practiced what she preached and took me in to live in ThunderClan. I owe everything to her, even more than I owe Whitecloud. If you’re still here, Bluestar…” He returned his attention to the sky, throat tight enough that he had to force his words out, and even then, they came out quiet and taut. “…Thank you.”

When he looked down, everyone’s faces were miserable. He resisted the urge to shake his pelt and simply stood tall.

“We will survive without them,” he said. “We’ll make them proud and let them rest in peace, knowing that in their absence, ThunderClan stands strong and keeps moving forward, no matter how many blows we take.”

The aura of camp brightened up and eased. Cats sat straighter or murmured agreement, expressions relaxing.

“That’s about all I have to say,” Fireheart said, a little awkwardly. “Let’s rest up for the Gathering tomorrow night. If you want to go, let me know.”

He jumped down from the stump, the only tangible thought in his head being, Well, that could have gone worse.

He spent the rest of the night checking on everyone, answering their questions with very little confidence, offering comfort with much more, and finally retiring when the stars started fading. Before he could leave camp, Cloudpaw came up to him with his tail curled eagerly.

“Me and the other apprentices cleaned the leader’s den and got you new nesting stuff,” he said, proud but still peeking at Fireheart, seeking approval. “You don’t have to sleep with all that rotten prey anymore! Or– well, you didn’t before, but now you definitely don’t have to.”

Fireheart purred. “Thank you. I appreciate that. Where is Frostfur’s litter?”

“Oh, they already went to our den, I think.”

“Well, when they wake up tomorrow, I’ll thank them too.” He ruffled Cloudpaw’s head-fur. “You did me a big favor.”

Cloudpaw puffed out his chest in delight. Fireheart kept a happy face on until he left camp and went to his new den alone. He limply collapsed into the soft, fresh moss, staring absently at the wall. It took him a long time to fall asleep, barely able to get past the feeling of being the only cat in the whole forest. How had Bluestar tolerated this?

The next night came, and Fireheart (with some help, to make sure he didn’t bring the wrong number of cats) selected Ravenwing, Teaselfoot, Sandstorm, Lizardtail, Cloudpaw, and Frostfur’s sons. Brightpaw adamantly refused his offer to take her, and he didn’t push her on it, just gently reminded her that she was welcome to come whenever she was ready. It mildly surprised him to see her remaining fur smooth down again with his soothing tone.

The party set out warily, heads constantly turning and noses in the air. The dog never did appear, even as they reached the neutral grounds. The other Clans had already arrived, looking no worse for wear. Fireheart breathed slowly to steady his hammering heart, which did absolutely nothing as he padded through the crowd, his Clanmates dispersing and curiosity wafting off everyone else as they watched him walk along. He nodded politely to as many cats as he could, dreading reaching the boulder. Thank the stars that he managed to jump up onto it without any trouble, but the other leaders were staring at him with puzzlement.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Rookstar said flatly.

“Er…” Fireheart bobbed his head to him, chuffing awkwardly. “It’s been a pretty crazy month for us.”

Crookedstar purred and tilted his head, peering down at the much younger tom. “Bluestar’s still not well, I take it?”

Fireheart resisted the urge to sag in grief. “You could say that.”

The leaders fell silent, all exchanging questioning glances but not being rude enough to pry.

Fireheart watched the crowd, mourning his place in it. I’ll never get to just…talk to other cats again, will I? I’m going to be “the leader”, and I have to sit up here, watching everyone else have fun conversations. Will cats be afraid to talk to me? I’m still just me…

“Think we’re about ready,” Rookstar said after a lengthy pause, the warriors and apprentices’ conversations quieting down.

“I’ll do it,” Blackstar said, and stood, calling out with the same loud, elongated cry that Bluestar had used so many times before. Everyone immediately fell silent and looked forward, though some of the other Clans’ eyes were very closely focused on Fireheart.

As usual, Crookedstar began. “A night of peace to you all, and hopefully many more peaceful nights past this!” He grimaced about as well as a crooked-jawed cat could. “We’ve all scented or seen that one dog by now, I gather.”

“The other ones were killed or carried away,” Fireheart said. “They’ve been invading ThunderClan for a while now.”

Lizardtail winced and gave Fireheart a “don’t tell them that” gesture with his paw. Fireheart ignored him.

Crookedstar looked down at Fireheart. “Well, then, I assume you have a great deal to tell us!”

“A very great deal,” Fireheart confirmed. He stood up, took a step forward, and breathed in deep, mindful of every stare he was getting.

“Good evening,” he started, at least getting his voice to be a little louder than at home. “My name is Fireheart, and I’m here to speak for ThunderClan. We’ve…” He trailed off, shivered, and willed himself to keep speaking. “We’ve lost pretty much all of our senior warriors and our seer to the dogs, and illness in the case of Bluestar.”

ThunderClan’s warriors opened their mouths, looking mortified. The rest of the cats gasped or spoke to each other in surprise, followed by sympathetic murmurs as they looked back up at Fireheart.

“Bluestar wasn’t able to make any decisions on her own,” Fireheart went on. “We relied on our deputies, Speckletail and Whitecloud, to lead us. When Whitecloud succeeded Speckletail, he had two cats in mind to be his deputies when he went to the Mother to become a leader. That was me and my friend, Dustpelt.” Fireheart’s tail wanted to cling around his back leg, but he forced it to stay straight and tall. “Whitecloud was killed very suddenly, along with Yellowfang, who left behind Cinderpaw as our only seer. And Bluestar died right after them, only two nights ago. The Clan…” He braced himself for derision and bafflement. “The Clan has accepted me as the new leader.”

There was a heartbeat of a pause, then several loud voices cheered from the crowd, making Fireheart jolt. He caught sight of the tortoiseshell Mosspelt standing beside Pansyheart, both of them with shining eyes and curled tails, shouting excitedly.

“Congratulations!” a familiar voice called—Fireheart looked to see Rainpath standing beside his apprentice, tip-tapping joyfully in place. Badgerpaw added in a high pitch, “Blessings!”

“ThunderClan made a good choice for once!” a black tom yelled, receiving a wave of chuffs. Fireheart recognized him as Silverstream’s old friend, Privetclaw.

“How about that,” another familiar voice said, just barely above the normal volume. Wrenwhisker’s eyes were slightly crinkled, his long tail curling behind him. “Well done, buddy.”

“You’ll do fine,” Rookstar said, and he dipped his head respectfully.

“Ha!” Crookedstar nearly slapped Fireheart on the back, but caught himself and just tapped him with a broad paw. “Yes, you certainly will. Young to lead, but we’ve got your back if ever you need us, lad.”

“ShadowClan offers their well-wishes and support,” Blackstar added, his sour face ever-so-slightly warmer. “Our seer can come to assist Cinderpaw whenever she needs it. Even give her her name, if she accepts it.”

Fireheart’s gaze swept around, from the other leaders to the cats below him, all nodding in support or beaming for him. His heart warmed in his chest, and he couldn’t fight back a beam of his own, legs almost wobbly from relief.

“Thank you,” he said when it got quiet. “I– I’m very grateful for your support. All of your support.”

Cloudpaw, in the center of the gathered cats, was flaring out his fur in pride. Fireheart read his lips as he whispered to a brown-and-white apprentice beside him, “That’s my uncle!”

“I hope that’s the worst of your news,” Crookedstar said to Fireheart. “The dogs are mostly gone, save that one?”

Fireheart nodded. “We haven’t scented it anywhere else around the forest. The last time it was seen was here, in the neutral grounds.” He paused, then realized what he was supposed to do next and added, “That’s all from us.” He stepped back and sat down quickly, tail now wrapping tightly around his front paws.

“Well…” Crookedstar stood up now and took that usual step forward. “We’ve seen that bloody big dog too. It’s running all over the place, but it’s mostly been in the fields, chasing after rabbits and horses, and then disappearing for days. I’ll freely admit that we have no idea what to do about that.” He shuddered. “It’s been awful enough just having to constantly keep an eye on it and stay hidden.”

“You are not the only ones to watch something carefully,” Blackstar said. “We in the marshes have seen a human with a rronakrak walking our borders.” He scowled. “And the dog has been spotted in the far distance of the north, too.”

“And by our border, too,” Rookstar said. He let out the faintest sigh. “Humans are walking our land. Perhaps to find the dog.”

“I’m sure they are,” Fireheart said. “They were the ones to trap the other dogs and take them away. We haven’t seen those ones since.”

“Interesting…” Blackstar tilted his head, thoughtful. “Then you suggest they’d take this one too?”

Fireheart rolled a shoulder. “Or just kill it, if they’ve got a rronakrak. One car killed a dog in front of us. Those humans are the only reason we’re all alive right now.”

The crowd did not quite growl at this, but their chatter was less than friendly at the notion of humans being spoken of in the positive.

“They’re taking their sweet time killing this last one,” Crookedstar said, his joviality a poor cover for his anger. “We need it gone as soon as possible.”

A voice piped up. “Maybe we could speed it along?”

Fireheart was startled to hear Ravenwing, and even more startled to see that he didn’t look particularly afraid as everyone turned their heads to him. He flinched a tiny bit, but his voice stayed steady.

“When it was pel dogs, we couldn’t do anything, even as an entire group,” he said, loud and clear. “But we have just one left, and the humans are already seeking to kill it. If they show up at the right time, and the dog is led over to them or something, maybe they could kill it quickly.”

The crowd murmured at this, ears pricked and heads tilted.

“That’s not a bad idea you have there,” Crookedstar said contemplatively. “I don’t really see us taking it down ourselves. But how to pass it off to humans?”

“We’d need to find a location to bring it to, if we had someone lure it,” Rookstar said, tail tapping the boulder. “WindClan’s fastest could outpace it easily.”

“And RiverClan’s fields are flat and very open,” a round-faced patched molly called. “Humans are on the walking path all the time, and they’re always trying to get close to us.”

“Then that’d be a perfect spot.” Blackstar’s face was still dark, but his front paws kneaded in place. “ShadowClan always has its eyes on the Aulmir. We can locate a human with a rronakrak and alert the rest of you.”

“If we can get this to work…” Crookedstar’s short tail started wagging. “We ought to discuss it more. RiverClan’s territory will be open to all the Clans, if we work on this as a team.” He spoke to Fireheart. “ThunderClan’s staggering right now, I take it. You don’t have to be a part of this; you’re free to rest and recover.”

Fireheart twitched his whiskers. “Like blazes I’m not trying to help. I’ll speak to the rest of the Clan about it, but I’m sure we’d all want in. For those we’ve lost, if nothing else.”

“As you like,” Crookedstar said, eyes warm with approval. He turned to the crowd. “Now, let’s chat. We have a dog to kill.”

[midzukishino]

I didn't want to draw Ashfur, Bluestar, Cinderpelt and Crowfeather cause they are different as hell in the book itself? Soooo friends offered to draw black/white solid cats instead (I chose the black ones because there are more characters I like).

I think about Crowfeather as a black smoke cat, not "very-very dark gray", so he counts here, but Scourge is an impostor a bit with his white paw. I also hate adding red/white spots on solid black cats, I think it ruins their vibes, that's why Scourge and Lightning Tail don't have patterns at all, not because I'm lazy, lol. They are pure void.

[laylacat1233]

Here´s Bluestar´s and Snowfur´s mother Moonflower. I´m really happy with how she turned out, especially her head almost exactly looks like I imagine her. I hope the patterns are still managable, it was quite hard to simplify them.

As long as you give credit, it´s is free to use! Same as with my other designs: Feel free to "ignore" / "bend" the shapes a bit if they don´t fit your style. Just make sure the vibe is the same, so the design is still recognizable.

[twilights-800-cats]

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Chapter 14

Mistyfoot found herself wandering.

At first, she thought she was stuck in that dark forest again, that perhaps her mother had decided she would be punished by walking in circles through the fog - and then the world shifted, distorting around her paws. She heard the crash of water against stone and the cry of gulls up above in a sky that stretched into infinity - the sounds of a place Mistyfoot hadn’t been to for a very long time.

Then the sun sank with a blinding orange flash, plunging Mistyfoot into darkness again. The smell of earth was all around, and she fumbled in the shadows, her ears ringing with clandestine whispers. The sound of water rushed deep in her ear fur. The world was dark and cold and wet, and she had no idea where she was or what was happening.

Follow me, said a voice.

Mistyfoot trembled. The forest, the dying sun, the darkness, they were all mixing and melding, being one place one minute and then another the next, with no pattern that she could discern to make it stop. The whispers, the crash of water, the eerie, heavy silence - all of it pressed down on her tight as talons, and she dug her claws into whatever was below her to keep herself steady.

Come on! Hurry! said the voice.

She knew that voice. Mistyfoot pricked her ears. “S-Stormfur?” she dared to mew. “Is that you?”

Come on!

Anything was better than this swirling, confusing mess. Mistyfoot took off as fast as she dared, her ears ringing with whispers and her heart heavy with grief. She had no idea where she was going - the world was changing so rapidly that none of it made sense from one heartbeat to the next - but she was following the only thing she knew she could trust: Stormfur.

Hurry! he was saying, his voice frantic. Before it’s too late! We need-

All went white, and Mistyfoot woke up.

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As Mistyfoot ate her breakfast outside the warrior’s den, she tried to make sense of her dream. Has Bluestar done it? She hadn’t seen her mother since walking away from her that night. Was it because she had confronted Stoneheart two days ago on a matter she had decided was not worth pursuing?

But then why was Stormfur there? She was used to seeing him in her dreams, but not like this. He had been calling for her, not repeating his last words. There was something he had wanted, but Mistyfoot hadn’t been able to reach him - or was it the other way around?

Her head spun. I’m not built for this dream nonsense! she thought, annoyed. Shadepool might have answers, but what if Mistyfoot was reading too much into it? And how could she bring it up without revealing her meetings with Bluestar? Shadepool would never feel right about keeping that from Tinystar or Nightfrost. Mistyfoot’s pelt prickled.

Shadepool wouldn’t be back till after sunhigh, anyway - she had gone to the Moonpool yesterday, escorted by Spiderfang and Whitewing. Talking with her wasn’t an option right now, and Mistyfoot was certain Brackenfur wouldn’t appreciate being bothered by a warrior’s dream.

She frowned, looking out at the clearing. She had already sent most of the camp out on their morning patrols, and the stone hollow was calm and empty. Most of the noise came from Daisy watching her kits sparring outside the nursery, each desperate to show their mother what moves they had picked up from Rainwhisker and Larchpaw. Even Tinystar was gone, wanting to stretch his legs and keep his presence known on the WindClan border - unfortunately, Nightfrost had gone with him.

That was probably for the best. Mistyfoot still wasn’t sure how to broach the topic of Stormfur with him - let alone the fact that she had been dreaming of him since he died in the mountains. She was certain it would only hurt Nightfrost to know of it, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

No secrets, they had promised. It was becoming far harder than Mistyfoot had ever anticipated, and the guilt in her belly only seemed to grow. She didn’t want to lose Nightfrost, not like she seemed to have lost Stoneheart, whose anger filled her mind whenever she thought of her brother.

“Got something on your mind, Mistyfoot?”

Mistyfoot pricked her ears. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed Mousefur approaching. Ferncloud was just a step behind the senior warrior, her green eyes bright and considering.

Mistyfoot tilted her head. “Aren’t you two supposed to be hunting?” she questioned.

“We are,” Mousefur mewed knowingly. “But...”

“But we saw you and wondered if you wanted to come with us,” Ferncloud hurried on. She stepped closer, nodding to Mistyfoot’s breakfast. “You seem like you need a distraction.”

Mistyfoot glanced down at her meal - the mouse was only half-eaten, and had long grown cold. Mistyfoot sighed, putting a paw over it.

“We haven’t hunted together in a while,” Ferncloud prodded. “So?”

Mistyfoot glanced between the she-cats, swallowing. They were an odd combination, Mousefur the grumpy, gruff senior warrior and Ferncloud the sweet, gentle queen - but they were both Mistyfoot’s friends, too, and she had woefully neglected them for a long time. She was touched they were making the offer, and perhaps it was exactly what she needed to take her mind off everything.

“I’ll come,” she decided. “Let me finish up real quick, okay?”

She devoured her mouse in a few quick, cold gulps and set the bones aside to clean up later. She stretched, shook out her coat, and told the two she-cats, “After you!”

They were out of camp and in the forest a few heartbeats later, breathing in the fresh newleaf air. The sky above was a bright blue splashed with wispy white clouds, and the trees held full crowns of leaves in their branches, wavering in a wind that touched only their very tops.

“I’m so glad leafbare is done,” Ferncloud breathed. She puffed out her spotty pelt. “I thought I’d never see green again!”

“So, where are we headed?” Mousefur wondered, looking over her shoulder.

Mistyfoot balked, realizing they expected her to take control of the patrol. She whisked her tail and insisted, “This was your patrol, Mousefur; you lead on.” Her whole life seemed to be making decisions lately - right now, more than anything, she just wanted to follow, not lead.

Mousefur shrugged, unbothered. “There’s a spot over near ShadowClan territory that’s been neglected lately,” she decided. “Let’s go over there.”

“Sounds good,” Ferncloud agreed.

Mistyfoot could only nod. The last place she wanted to be right now was anywhere near ShadowClan territory - but she had given up control of the patrol, so she fell in by Mousefur’s flank as the smaller she-cat set off. Ferncloud took up the rear, humming something pleasant that tickled Mistyfoot’s whiskers.

Their walk through the forest was quiet otherwise, and Mistyfoot let herself enjoy it - this new land had so much to offer, and she tried to find something new to add to her mental map of ThunderClan territory. A fresh breeze came up from the lake, bringing in the scents of water and clear air.

“Have you tried swimming in the lake yet?” Ferncloud wondered.

“No,” Mistyfoot answered. She hadn’t had the time, and the water had been ice cold when they arrived in leaf-fall.

“Silverstream says it’s fun when the sun’s out,” Ferncloud told her. Her tail twisted into a happy curl. “She said she’d teach us if we wanted to learn! I plan on trying myself - I never got to swim in the river in the old forest. What about you two?”

“Silverstream is welcome to it,” Mousefur grunted. She glanced over her shoulder and mewed, “I’ve got too many memories of cats drowning by messing about in water.”

Ferncloud hesitated, looking slightly hurt. Quickly, Mistyfoot said to her, “Feathertail and Stormfur taught us some about swimming when we were traveling together - it came in handy. I’d like to not forget about it.” To Mousefur, she added, “They said that one of the most important things about safety in the water is to know your limits.”

“Well, I certainly know mine!” Mousefur agreed, waving her tail. “They’re telling me to leave the water for the youngsters. Now, come on.”

Ferncloud purred, her mood lightened, and Mistyfoot chuckled. They continued walking, rounding the training glade and heading deeper into the forest. As they made their way toward the Sky Oak, Mistyfoot tried to hide her trepidation - the ShadowClan border wasn’t far, and neither was the oak tree that hid the tunnel. Would they stumble across it? How would she explain it to them?

Instead, they heard a sharp voice in the trees: “You can do it, Larchpaw. Come on!”

Ferncloud’s ears pricked, and the patrol drew to a halt. Mousefur muttered something under her breath but didn’t protest further as they paused. Mistyfoot peered between the trees and spotted Ashfur down the slope at the base of a tall birch tree, staring up into its branches.

“I-I need help!” Larchpaw called from above. Mistyfoot spied him several fox-lengths up the birch, clinging for dear life.

“I can’t help you get down,” Ashfur meowed back, “or else you’ll never do it yourself.”

Mistyfoot glanced at Ferncloud. She could tell the queen was fighting the urge to go down the slope and help - a fight she ultimately lost, as a moment later, she was skidding down the hill towards her brother and her son.

Mousefur sighed. “Might as well...”

Mistyfoot and Mousefur made their way down the slope after her, careful for the jutting roots hidden beneath the undergrowth. They reached Ferncloud and her brother a moment later, all gathering at the base of the birch tree.

“Is he okay?” Ferncloud was asking. “Can he do it?”

“He can,” Ashfur muttered. “And don’t be so loud!”

Mistyfoot frowned. Looking up, she could tell that Larchpaw was terrified. He clung to the birch’s trunk with all his might, his tail puffed and lashing, searching for balance. The only branches he could seek refuge on were too high to reach.

Mistyfoot felt concern billow in her belly. “He’s losing energy,” she muttered. “Ashfur, he might fall!”

Ashfur threw her a look of thunder, his dark blue eyes sharp. “Shut up!” he hissed. “Do you want to scare him?! And what do you know, anyway? You’ve never taught an apprentice how to go up a tree!”

Mistyfoot flinched, stung.

“Ash!” Ferncloud breathed. “That’s not fair!”

“Neither is her - or you - thinking you know more about what I’m doing than me,” Ashfur growled back. “Now, shove off, will you? You’re making it worse!”

“Cool it, youngster,” Mousefur rumbled, narrowing her pale eyes. “I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to.”

Ashfur curled his lip, the fur along his neck rising. Larchpaw’s mew came from above: “Mama? Is that you?”

“It is, Larchpaw!” Ferncloud meowed, pushing past her brother. She put her forepaws on the base of the birch tree and called up, “Focus on my voice, okay? You can do this!”

“I-I’m scared!” Larchpaw wailed. He trembled. “If I let go...”

“You’ll be fine,” Ferncloud soothed. “Just go slow - one paw at a time. That’s it, like that, go on...”

Slowly, Larchpaw began to inchworm his way down the birch trunk. He skidded once or twice, his paws catching in the thin, brittle bark, but each time Ferncloud soothed him, patient and kind. After what seemed like ages, Larchpaw was down on the ground, his eyes watering and paws looking quite sore.

“Go back to camp and get a poultice on those,” Ferncloud urged. She licked her son around the ear. “You did so well, Larchpaw...”

Ashfur hissed between his teeth. “He’s too behind in his training to be coddled, Fern.”

Ferncloud looked up from her son, mewing, “He still did it himself!”

“Dustpelt never did that with me,” Ashfur reasoned.

Ferncloud flicked her tail at the tree. “And Oakheart never had me climb a birch as my first tree!” she countered. She kept her voice low, speaking beside Larchpaw’s deaf ear on purpose. “How behind will he be if he breaks a leg, Ashfur? What if he gets too scared to climb another tree?”

Ashfur bristled. “He’s my apprentice, Ferncloud. I can handle this!”

“I know you can,” Ferncloud told him softly, “but remember that you don’t have to be Dustpelt, okay?”

Ashfur grimaced but accepted a touch from his sister’s nose, and Ferncloud gave her son another fond lick before mumbling an apology to Mousefur. The dusky she-cat shrugged and tilted her head up towards the hunting trail. Both Mistyfoot and Ferncloud nodded in agreement.

Mistyfoot felt Ashfur’s steely glare all the way back up the slope. No doubt he was steaming about having to take Larchpaw back to camp early - she would certainly hear about how his training was being further delayed later on, but right now, it seemed like he didn’t want to cause a bigger scene in front of his apprentice and his sister.

“Sorry about that,” Ferncloud breathed when they were back on the trail. “I just had to make sure that everything was okay.”

Mistyfoot assured, “You’re fine, Fern.”

Mousefur nodded. “Tree climbing is a dangerous lesson,” she mused. “But I don’t think Ashfur appreciated you butting in. You need to trust him.”

Ferncloud frowned. “I know, but...” Her tail trembled as she trailed off.

Mistyfoot blinked sympathetically at the young queen. Ferncloud had already lost two of her kits, and the idea of anything bad happening to Larchpaw had to terrify her.

“Ashfur would never be mean to Larchpaw,” Ferncloud reasoned, having gathered her words. “This is his first apprentice, not to mention his nephew, and Larchpaw is half-deaf. He’s just feeling a lot of pressure to do it right.”

Mistyfoot glanced down the slope. She could see the shapes of Ashfur and Larchpaw heading back to camp, and she felt some small measure of sympathy for the cat who had been mean to her for seasons. Ferncloud had a point, no matter how much Mistyfoot never wanted to admit it.

“I know he’s mean,” Ferncloud went on, “and that he can be a lot - but he’s lonely, you know?” She glanced at Mistyfoot, then at Mousefur. “Snowstep and I were so close during our apprenticeship, and Cloudtail was always with Brightheart and Swiftfoot. We settled into our relationships so quickly, and he’s the only one in our litter without a mate now.”

Mousefur flicked her tail. “I can’t claim to understand that fully, but sure,” she mewed coolly. “But whatever.”

Mistyfoot frowned. Ferncloud’s words made sense. She wondered if Ashfur had ever expressed any interest in any other cat in the Clan but struggled to recall it. In their apprentice days, they had only ever been friendly with one another - it was only when Ashfur became a warrior that he grew meaner and more distant to Mistyfoot specifically.

Ferncloud glanced at Mistyfoot, her green gaze pleading. “Just... be easy on him, okay? If he’s out of line, he’s out of line, but he doesn’t need to be antagonized! He’s still my brother, and he does care, deep down.”

Mistyfoot nodded along. Ferncloud still loved Ashfur, even when he was being rude - and despite what Stoneheart had said, Mistyfoot still loved him, too. Ashfur had his reasons, and Stoneheart did, too, whatever they were. He might’ve been turned into a secretive ShadowClan warrior, but he was still her brother, beyond everything else - she just hoped Nightfrost was right, and that Stoneheart still loved her.

Mousefur shook out her pelt. “This is all well and good, but we came out here to hunt, not analyze our Clanmates. I’d like to have prey in my jaws before nightfall.”

“Agreed,” Mistyfoot meowed.

The three set off again, trotting through the forest. Something was bugging Mistyfoot, though, and after they passed the Sky Oak and drew close to the ShadowClan border, she had to ask: “Wasn’t there anyone that Ashfur was interested in?”

“Oh, StarClan, help me,” Mousefur groaned, not bothering to hide her annoyance now. “All the prey is going to be gone by the time you two are done gossiping...”

Mistyfoot flicked her tail. “I’m just trying to remember, that’s all!”

Ferncloud blinked at Mistyfoot with wide, bewildered eyes. “Misty, you really don’t remember? Ashfur was very interested in y-”

Whether it was a blessing or not, Ferncloud’s words were interrupted by a horrible noise - a high-pitched screech full of pain and misery.

All three she-cats halted, ears pricked and noses twitching. The screech’s echoes bounced between the trees before they died out, and the silence that followed was dreadfully resolute.

“That sounded like it was on ShadowClan territory,” hissed Ferncloud, the fur along her spine bristling. She looked between Mousefur and Mistyfoot and suggested, “The greenleaf Twolegplace?”

Mousefur nodded in agreement, her spine stiffened. Mistyfoot’s pelt crawled as the faint smell of blood touched her scent glands. No more sounds came. None of this was a good sign. Mousefur and Ferncloud glanced at Mistyfoot, the same question burning in their eyes.

Mistyfoot didn’t delegate. There wasn’t time. “Let’s go,” she hissed.

[wsjyuyuyuau]

is Akira Otoishi in this AU?

Name: Akira Otoishi

Series: JJBA Part 4

Gender: Male

Status: Alive

Family: The Otoishi Family

Flower Motif: Eastern Bluestar (Amsonia tabernaemontana)

Flower Meaning: Confidence

Weapon of Choice: Guitar

Associated With: Interdimensional Hero Club

Hero Form Appearance: A combination of a superstar’s stage costume and YuYuYu’s Hero Form Outifts. The undersuit of the outfit is a jet black, which serves as a canvas for the main outfit- and while the main outfit is a light blue like the Bluestar, it becomes a contrasting orange when you reach the lower half of the sleeves, the lower half of the pants, and the tailcoat. Accent colors include yellow, gold, silver, purple, dark blue, black, white, and gray. The boots, gloves, belt, and jacket all have patterns of bluestars on them, and the only other accessory is a Bluestar flower hairclip that Akira wears. The flower’s petal shape can be seen in the tailcoat and collar.

Full Bloom Gauge Location: Left Thigh

Guardian: Biwako (Based on the Biwa Boku Boku)

Favorite Food: Poke Bowls

Parallel To: None

Bio: Akira Otoishi is a student, one of the many inhabitants of Morioh granted a Stand by Keicho Nijimura using the Stand Arrow. After developing this Stand, Red Hot Chili Pepper, Akira used it to kill Keicho and steal the Arrow for himself, planning to use his Stand for his own criminal purposes.

[rippleap]

into the wild kitties! #1

HI GUYS MY FIRST ART POST

since i have no clue what kind of art to post on here yet i decided to do something fun!!!

I'll be designing and drawing every single cat in the into the wild allegiances, hopefully uploading each day! yeah im only doing into the wild (for now) cause i would like to stay alive and breathing thanks!

(way more text below)

also designing ISNT WHAT IM BEST AT, these are just for fun!

im gonna start explaining and babbling about the designs now,,

firepaw is TECHNICALLY not the first cat in the allegiances but come on i have to do him first he's FIREPAW. I didn't have much of a thought process for him other than mmmmm yes fire. I really wanted to add some blue to his eyes cause like, blue fire haha but i couldn't find a way to do that without making the whole design look weird.

Next is bluestar! bluestar with long hair my beloved. i tried to make her as BLUE as possible without making your eyes burn off, but she is VERY BLUE

Now for redtail! this one was a bit more tricky to be honest, i wasn't too sure of what to do because, i sorta forgot how i perceived redtail lmao?? most of what i was thinking while designing him was.....hmm spottedleaf brother...... of course he has his signature red tail, and i wanted to give him that sort of calico kinda hair color, like how people dye their hair to be calico yeah i was going for that. like he dyed his hair but it's actually just like that.

And lastly, spottedleaf! i think you all can clearly see the neapolitan inspiration here lol. I was thinking of how i was gonna design her, and a lightbulb lit up above my head and went ICE CREAM ICE CREAAMMM so here's neapolitan spottedleaf! i also this these colors make her look like she smells good which is a trait of hers i guess, like look at that cat and tell me she doesnt look like she smells like vanilla and strawberries and chocolate. I also made an effort to have spottedleaf and redtail to resemble or mirror eachother! that'll probably become a pattern with the siblings I'll be designing.

also side note, literally i drew these with a pencil on paper, lined it with black paint and a stiff paintbrush and THEN transferred the drawing into ibispaint. just wanted to put it out there...heh... probably one of my new favorite ways of drawing ever.

I'm gonna be using the #into the wild allegiances to tag all of these in case you wanna find them all later.

umm idk how to end this, bye guys!!!

if you have any questions about using these designs orrr whatever feel free to ask!

i posted the higher quality individual versions of the designs on my instagram! same user as here!!