#cavepool

[maggotclangen]

Moon 10 (Leafbare)

Primrose steps into the leader’s den, gagging at the scent of blood. Why did his den always smell like this? “Warmstar?”

The tabby groans in his nest, peeling an eye open. “Yes, Primrose?”

Primrose approaches the leader, putting a paw on his forehead. “Yer burnin’ up. Sure you don’t want me to move ya into the healer’s den?”

Warmstar coughs. “No, I don’t want the clan knowing I’m sick.”

Primrose sighs. “Well, I think it’s just a case of whitecough, nothin’ too threatenin’.”

“Then the clan doesn’t have to know about it.” Warmstar rasps.

Primrose sighs. She had noticed that the cat had a stubborn streak, always insisting that he hid anything that could be viewed as weakness. It was worse than what she had seen in some rogues. “You really should go to the healer’s den, we can monitor it be-”

“I am your leader and I say I stay here!” he growls, tail lashing.

Primrose is silent for a moment. “Fine. You can stay, leader.” She silently pads out of the medicine cat den.

Meanwhile…

“Oh my stars!”

Cavepool rushes to meet the injured warrior at the end of camp. Yelloweyes was bloody and bruised and panting heavily. Yet strangely enough, he was smiling…

“Yellow, what happened!”

“I won…” Yelloweyes rasps out, eyes triumphant.

“Wh-What!?”

“I showed… that stupid fox… what for…” he pants.

“W-Wait, do you mean-”

“Brave’s fox. Yeah, it. Been looking for it for moons now.”

“Wait, you’ve been actively hunting this thing!?” Though it made sense. Yelloweyes always jumped at the chance of a border patrol, especially near the site they found Bravepaw.

“It remembered me…” Yelloweyes growled. “It even started salivating.”

“Y-You can tell me about it later! Let’s get you patched up first!” Cavepool admonished, already assessing the damage.

“O-Okay…” his clanmate replied, both annoyed that his story had been interrupted and flustered that Cavepool was giving him so much attention, even if it was just his job.

Cavepool leads him to the healer’s den and lays him down in a nest. “You’re not too bad off, just some cuts and bruises.”

“Hah!” Yelloweyes laughs proudly. “You should see the fox!”

“Oh, really?” Cavepool asks, gingerly applying garlic to reduce the chances of infection.

“Yeah! I mauled the thing’s face! He won’t be finding any mates, I’m sure of it! Gave me one hell of a fight though.”

“I can see.” Cavepool sighs, patching up larger cuts with cobwebs.

“But you wanna know the best part? Just as it was fleeing I managed to get it by the base of his tail and shred it to the tip!” Yelloweyes boasts, eyes shining with pride.

“Well, what goes around come around I suppose.” Cavepool purrs, knowing that this is simply Yelloweyes way of getting closure.

“Hey, Cavepool…” Yelloweyes start, now quiet. “Do you think they’ve forgiven me?”

Cavepool curls around the bi-colored tom, knowing exactly who he’s talking about. “I think they’ve always forgiven you. I think you’ve forgiven you.”

Late that night…

Warmstar coughs as he fixes the bones into position. He knows he really should go to the healer den but it would be harder to feed her from there.

After chanting all too familiar words, she appears, a lithe figure of shadow and fire. Warmstar tosses the hare to her. “Here.” 

The figure looks at the hare, disappointed, obviously expecting something more… substantial.

“Look, this is all I could get. If you haven’t noticed, I'm sick.”

The figure gives what must have been a sigh before touching its nose to the hare. Upon contact, the hare instantly decays, becoming nothing but a pile of bones. The creature then stands, stretches, and disappears.

Events

Primrose no longer has whitecough!

Warmstar has whitecough!

Yelloweyes gets bruises after fighting a fox!

Characters

Warmstar: Medium-furred light brown tabby tom with violet eyes and a reddish-brown paw print on his forehead | 21 moons | Leader (9 lives) | Charismatic | Good Decorator | Cis!Male (he/him) | Aroace

Primrose: Medium-furred cream & black calico she-cat with pale green eyes and a frostbitten paw | 69 moons | Healer | Shameless | Incredibly Clever| Cis!Fem (she/her) | Aroace

Cavepool: Medium-furred unusually spotted gray tom with cyan eyes | 16 moons | Healer | Bouncy | Incredibly Knowledgeable| Cis!Male (he/him) | Bi

Yelloweyes: Medium-furred speckled dark brown and white tom with yellow eyes and a scar at the base of his tail| 19 moons | Warrior | Ambitious | Fast Runner | Cis!Male (he/him) | Gay

E B P O G Z V K N | ??? | ??? | Demon | ??? | ??? | ??? (she/it)| ???

Our friend has a name~

[chalohoppo123]

Discover Hidden Wonders: Cave Pools of Meghalaya.

Imagine a serene pool, nestled within a cave, untouched by the outside world.

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Yes, this photo was taken in India. Shot by @josiahwaa on one of his spelunking adventures in Meghalaya, it’s pictures like these that make us want to time travel into winter every time the summer comes in.

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Thankfully caving season is right around the corner, and we can't wait to take you there.

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DM for details.

[Natural pools in Meghalaya, clear water pools in Meghalaya, cave pools in Meghalaya]

[castillon02]

On the sidewalk outside his apartment, a brown-eyed youth accosted him, saying he looked like the kind of enterprising man who would gladly pay someone to do his laundry. 

In one of those intuitive moments that made him so good at his job, Wade flashed back to Spidey, six months prior, casually asking him what kind of manual labor he’d ever pay someone to do, and Wade confessing that laundry would definitely be it except he’d never trust anyone else to do it. 

Oh-ho-ho. 

(Had Wade silently implied that his laundry suspicions were for Mercenary Reasons and not because he had a specific brand of hypoallergenic detergent that worked for his skin? Yes, yes he had.)

Wade lured the guy in for a “test run” in his “natural habitat” and was 99.9% sure that this was Spidey when he followed Wade into his lair without seeming worried and failed to do a double-take at Wade’s Armchair Throne of Death. 

He was 100% sure when he asked for the guy’s name and the guy said, “Peter Parker.” 

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Wade spun and pointed at him. “I told you those camera trajectories were Spidey POV all the fucking way! ‘He just takes the stairs, Deadpool,’” he mimicked. “‘He has a drone, Deadpool.’ You know I spear every drone out of the sky because my body gets temporarily inhabited by the millenia-old spirit of CavePool!”  

Spider-Parker (Sparker? Spiker? Parder?) sighed. “I do know,” he admitted. “And I appreciate it. Times were easier before any Tom, Dick, and Harry could get a bird’s-eye view. Although you making me go fetch your knife kinda makes us even.”

Wade tilted his head. “What are you talking about? You just do the—you know, ‘thwip, thwip, motherfucker,’” he said, gesturing with imaginary web shooters. “It takes like two seconds.” 

“Yeah, now.” 

There was a moment of silence during which Wade, and presumably also Spark-ike-ner, recalled the first time that Wade had thrown a knife at an invasive drone hovering at rooftop level. He had panicked about losing his favorite knife, dived to retrieve it, splatted himself, and woken up to find Spidey autographing the broken drone for a pale-faced twenty-something. Wade had added some bloodstained cash into the bargain, complete with Instagram selfie, just in case the jerk tried to sue later.  

…Cash! Right. Spidey was here for a reason. “So…you’re actually low on dough?” Wade asked. “This wasn’t a weird plot to—” 

“It was a weird plot to earn ramen bucks,” Spidey said with a wry twist of his lips that Wade could actually see because it wasn’t behind a mask, which was. Fantastic, to be honest. That mouth made him wish he could think the word ‘spiffing’ with a straight face. 

“Hang on,” Wade said. “You get money photographing your encounters with villains. You can’t tell me that none of them would side hustle with you. Why haven’t you just, you know, been a little slow to catch one once in a while instead of putting yourself out of a job?” 

“Because that would be morally bankrupt,” Peter said. Then he got a strange look on his face and said, “Shit, sorry, I have to make a call.” 

The lunatic turned away from him, like putting his back to Wade would do literally anything to give him privacy, and pulled his phone out. 

It rang twice before someone picked up. 

“Pete! You know I’m always glad to hear from you, but—” 

“Harry,” Spidey said, his voice dangerously pleasant. “Why does the Green Goblin suddenly ‘break free from his mind prison’ whenever I complain about my bills?”   

“Shit!” someone on the other end of the line said, followed by a clatter of suspiciously metal-sounding objects being dropped onto cement. One of them, clearly round, which was SUSPICIOUSLY THE SAME SHAPE AS A GOBLIN BOMB, rolled audibly and awkwardly across the floor. 

“Harry,” Spidey sighed. “You can’t just—just—I mean, you have gotten pretty non-lethal, at least. What did you even do, last time? That kid’s ice cream? He was six, man.” 

“I mailed him a coupon for a free one after,” Harry said. “Or ten free ones. You know, enough to make up for being mildly traumatized.”  

“God, that was a good photo: I got the dropped ice cream in the foreground since you’d just knocked me on my ass, and you did a great job cackling menacingly in the background. Even the color composition was gold. Strawberry is a strong contrast with your suit.” 

Wade winced at the flattering tone: DANGER, WILL ROBINSON. 

But apparently Harry didn’t get the same signals, because he said, “Yeah, I thought if I went for someone with rum raisin, it wouldn’t—” 

“YOU JERK! You can’t terrorize a six-year-old just because I need to sell photos! Or terrorize a city. No terrorizing!”  

“Peter. Pete. Look. I’m not going to terrorize the city! I’m just going to cause some minor property damage in a way that happens to be photogenic. I had this idea for a thing with some roses—” 

“Cliche,” Peter said immediately. 

“Orchids?” 

“Too sexual. Maybe daisies?” Peter said. “They’d kind of fit your ‘I hate children’ vibe and you could dye them different colors. Uh—IF you did this. Which you won’t. Because that would be bad and wrong.” 

Wade grinned. Spoken like a true artist: starving and with conflicting creative and moral convictions. 

On the other end of the phone, Harry seemed to rally. “Okay, picture this: What if I hired you and a bunch of child actors to do a Green Goblin charity calendar for the benefit of organizations trying to cure genetic diseases?”  

Wade was hit with the sudden realization that he, Deadpool, was like if Peter’s morally dubious and crazypants best Goblin friend fucked his charismatic, award-winning actor best friend and they had Wade as a baby but then left him to be raised by a nanny who was secretly an AK-47. 

That is to say, that Spidey wasn't in this friendship-whatever just because he had a saving-morally-dubious people thing, or a rebellion-against-Iron-Man thing, or even a lookin'-for-some-strange thing. He came by his attraction to Wade honestly. He was just really into semi-competent nutjobs.     

“If it’s for charity, shouldn’t my labor be free?” Peter asked Harry while Wade had his revelation. “I don’t have time to do a free Green Goblin charity calendar for the benefit of organizations trying to cure genetic disease!” 

Harry sighed. “I keep telling you that’s not how nonprofits work,” he said. “All right, wait, let me hit you with this—” 

“Oh my god, Harry, we’re gonna synergize about this never. Bye, talk to you LATER, by which I mean I’m going to need a cool-down of at least three weeks.” Peter ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket. “Anyway!” he said, springing around with a hopeful, too-big smile on his face. “You were about to pay me for doing your laundry and also promise to keep my identity a secret forever.” 

Wade raised his eyebrows beneath his mask. “Oh, was I?” 

Spidey’s shoulders slumped halfway down his body. “Waaaaaaaaade.”  

“Yeah, I guess I was. But you’ll regret it after I show you Mount Sniff-Test.” 

“You mean Mount Job Security?” 

Wade shook his head. “Always the optimist.” At least Spidey had wall-climbing powers so he could reach the top.

In fact, the odds of Wade's laundry pile reaching zero were astronomically low. Especially because Wade had no problem buying more clothes. And if Spidey stuck around long enough, well...maybe Wade could arrange for two semi-competent nutjobs to enjoy two semi-competent handjobs. Blowjobs. Heartjobs. Something like that.

Wade threw open the door of the room that he had previously told Spidey was full of full-frontal pornography and guns.

"Oh shit," Spidey said, his eyes wide as he tilted his head up to capture the magnificent heights reached in Wade's laundry mausoleum. He swallowed and then clapped his hands together. "Okay," he said. "Okay. We can do this if we work together."

Wade smiled. "The fact that you haven't run away screaming from this abomination of sanitation tells me all I need to know."

[botanicalbard]

First ten moons of Dawn clan content, Nothing much happenes in the first moon but in the second moon Otterstar decides to fist fight a dog and gets himself seriously hurt. On a patrol lead by the deputy they find snuggles a kittypet who to fit in with the clan takes the name snugglespeckle. Snugglespeckle is immediately down bad for Leafheart the clan deputy who found her.

The next few moons have a smattering of smaller events are chaotic in moon for Dawnclan finds a stinky injured old man named Beeheart and adopts them instantly because apparently this is just what we do now. In moon 6 Lavenderpaw our founding apprentice becomes a warrior and gets the name Lavenderspike but I changed it to lavender bloom because I didn’t want the RNG to do my girl dirty like that. Otterstar also recovers from fighting the dog in moon 6 only for this idiot to turn around and fistfight another dog in moon 8 to protect the stinky old man and get the exact same injury like a dummy. Otterstar really hates dogs I suppose. Cavepool & Lizardclaw also just start dating which is good because Lizardclaw needs a sweet partner to keep him from doing warcrimes.

In moon 9 poor old woman Coniferfeather freezes to death and ends up joining star clan but in less horrid news Leafheart comes out as trans and this is no problem for Snugglespeckle who finally confesses her crush to Leafheart who reciprocates and the two become mates. They are wives your honor and I’m so pleased about it.

That’s Dawnclan’s first 10 moons. I’m already loved this game but doing the doodles makes me slow Down and pay more attention. Also it’s just fun to draw cute kitties so now tumblr has to deal with it.

[oficina-memoriailhadeedicao]

A minha prática artística é fortemente informada por um diálogo interdisciplinar, no qual diferentes influências, como a música, a literatura, a mídia e a cultura afrodescendente, desempenham papéis fundamentais. Essas referências diversas não apenas enriquecem minha produção criativa, mas também abrem caminho para uma abordagem artística híbrida que transita por múltiplos campos culturais e estéticos. Além disso, a esquizofrenia, como tema e experiência pessoal ou observada, é uma dimensão que atravessa o meu trabalho, oferecendo uma perspectiva crítica sobre a saúde mental e seus impactos na subjetividade artística. A música, enquanto linguagem sonora, permite a exploração de ritmos e harmonias que se refletem na forma e na estrutura das minhas criações visuais. Já a literatura funciona como um recurso narrativo e simbólico, onde o texto e o subtexto são incorporados como elementos de desconstrução e reflexão social. A mídia, por sua vez, é uma fonte tanto de crítica quanto de inspiração, ao mesmo tempo que expõe questões de representatividade e manipulação de informações. Em um contexto de globalização e digitalização, a cultura afro, com sua rica tradição simbólica, estética e histórica, representa um espaço de resistência e resgate identitário no meu trabalho. O cruzamento dessas influências resulta em uma prática artística que não se limita a uma única disciplina ou forma, mas que se manifesta como um processo dinâmico de troca cultural e introspecção, proporcionando um discurso visual que explora questões de identidade, saúde mental e as complexidades da experiência contemporânea.

Entre 2008 e 2012, participei como artista em trânsito no projeto Papel Pinel (Instituto Philippe Pinel, Botafogo/RJ). Em 2014, integrei o Coletivo Androides Andrógenos e fui um dos fundadores da Ocupação Artística Ouvidor 63 (SP). Participei da curadoria coletiva da II Bienal de Artes Ouvidor 63, indicada ao Prêmio da Revista Select de Arte e Educação em 2018. Contribuí também com o projeto Skate Point (Ocupação Ouvidor 63). Em 2020, desenvolvi a arte de um shape de skate para Rodrigo Kbeça Lima, primeiro skatista profissional assumidamente gay no Brasil. Em 2021, iniciei uma residência artística no Estúdio Lâmina (Centro/SP), culminando na minha primeira exposição individual em 2022. Também participei da exposição coletiva “+100=22/Quantos Patos na Lagoa” na Galeria Barco, com curadoria de Renato de Cara.  

 Em 2024, lançamos o primeiro álbum da  "Nicolas Não Tem Banda" (banda da qual sou compositor e vocalista), com músicas criadas durante nossa “Hellsidência Artística na Ocupa Ouvidor 63

Atualmente, faço parte do grupo de artistas BASA (sob mentoria de Lucas Velloso), da Associação Cavepool Skate e Cultura., também Integro o Projeto Afro, do pesquisador e curador  Deri Andrade , que é uma plataforma afro-brasileira de mapeamento e difusão de artistas negros/as/es. O projeto deseja ampliar e visibilizar a produção artística de autoria negra no Brasil e em meu ateliê, estou desenvolvendo a série “Domingo no Parque” com estréia marcada para março de 2025.

[zaidshair]

Zaid gave the perfect response to Colt's continued (really, what did Zaid expect) teasing. "Hrrrrrrg!" he growled in annoyance, as if Colt just dipped his pigtails in the inkpot. Bug indeed. Zaid didn't even realize the reference Colt was making to fireflies.

Yes, Zaid knew that song; Americans seemed to love it, especially during drunk karaoke. "That the one about American pie?" he asked innocently enough. A grim smirk at Colt's guess. As they got deeper in, Zaid dropped his voice to match the oppressive, dark atmosphere around them. "Right, well UK's national dish is chicken tikka masala, so..." Zaid shrugged smugly. "Prissy tea, I won't debate. Tea innt from Britain anyway."

How Zaid wished he was dry, cosy, and sipping a strong cup of Yorkshire right now, though. Instead, he was splashing about in stagnant, minerally cavepool water, soaking wet and their only source of light completely dying out. Zaid could almost feel the difference inside him, too. Where outside the cave he felt himself energized, warm like a charging battery, in here he felt like he was being drained, with no replenishment.

Light just enough to see Colt explode from the water a few paces away, cussing and gasping for air. Actually urgent as well and Zaid's legs curled up under the water. "Is something - is something down there??" Zaid stuck his one glowing hand underwater in a panic. But also a boon: because the water was brilliantly clear, and beautifully prismatic - it refracted his weak light and illuminated the whole cavern. Zaid saw a shadow sliding low and deep in the water, and he yelped and tugged his hand out.

Back to relative darkness again. He could hear Colt chastising him, and yelled back, "Fuck you! Where's your bloody flashlight now? Dickhead." Zaid shoved his dim-lit hand back under the water, allowing a better illumination. "I need to get back outside. I can't be in here, something's not right. I need-"

Zaid wasn't looking up, he was looking down. But at the sound of that screechy, whiny growling, his eyes shot up - and saw eyes staring back. Bright teeth bared in the darkness. It was too dim to make out bodies, sizes of the things, but Zaid froze where he was, hoping the things would attack big ol' Colt first.

And then they were gone.

"What. What - what. What were they?" Zaid whispered, eyes darting to make sure the things weren't just hiding. "What - did you - what'd they say? Was it saying something?"

Colt moved towards a break in the pool, and Zaid followed, glad to get away from whatever might've been swimming in there. The tunnel was still filled with water, but it seemed shallower. "Are you bleeding or anything?" Zaid felt it right to ask. And then, "We're going to die here aren't we. What's in your backpack. Whatever it is, you're sharing all of it with me before we die, alright. You owe me that much."

The water receded, eventually leading them into a thin but tall cavern - built like a cathedral, with the height and the dripping stalactites from above. Being small, Zaid easily maneuvered through the stalagmites below, rushing towards one saving grace: a shaft of pure sunlight, beaming through a small hole between the stalactites above. Zaid hugged an illuminated stalagmite and raised his face up to the light, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.

He only opened one eye like a chameleon, to glare at Colt. "You can't share me light."

If they hadn't been exploring a cave and there hadn't been a disembodied animal voice leering for their blood, Colt might've taken Zaid up on his little annoyed jabs for the hell of it. He hadn't exactly been known for his hometown for rolling on his back and baring his belly if anybody decided to get mouthy. It's like he's looking for trouble when there ain't none, had one of the teachers once said to his mother on the rare occasion that she'd actually been there. It'd gotten him a good earful from his Momma.

Fortunately (for either of them probably), the animal was enough of a distraction, and Zaid's power was somewhat saving their asses down here. Still. "Awright bug." Colt had drawled in response to Zaid's request. "I'm from good ol' Alabama. You probably heard that damn song 'bout it. And you're all up from the prissy country of tea and shit food, aintcha?"

There hadn't been too much time to share anecdotes, however, before that thing had slammed into Colt and sent him and Zaid fly over the edge and down. Ice cold water knocked the air out of him as he sank, surrounding him and flowing into his crevices. Complete and utter darkness pressed in on him. ´For a moment, Colt didn't know where up and down was anymore, enveloped only by an icy void that gave him no hint of where he should go to get to that life-sustaining air.

A familiar feeling crept up his spine as he floated in the abyss, trying to figure out where to swim to. Like hands on his back, grabbing his shoulders, shoving him. Fingers grabbing his ankles, as if to drag him. Not up but down, further, way further down.

Like a frightened buck, Colt kicked instinctively - and hit ground. Life-saving ground. And just in that moment - a light. Using all of his strength, he pushed, swimming for the top. "Motherfucker-!" Colt yelled out as soon as he broke surface, sputtering out water. He had to work hard to stay afloat, his pack dragging him down, but he was gonna do hell to let it go. The light was just a few feet away. Zaid, calling out to him.

"What kinda fucking useless limp-dick power is that? Get it to fucking work already." Colt cursed as he swam towards it, and reached a wall he could hold onto. Even though his efforts hadn't exhausted him too much, he could feel his heart pounding, and blood rushing in his ears. It took a second to get his bearings. A cave pool, a lot wider and deeper than the tunnel entrance that'd led to it. A rough wall, probably climbeable with a bit of elbow grease. But above that, in the entrance-

"Fucking shit." Colt cursed. A gleaming pair of eyes was staring down at them out of the darkness. Then another one. And another one. One of the things opened it's mouth, revealing white, glistening teeth that reflected the light. The sound it made was far from human - high pitched and hoarse, as if something was sucking the air out of the lungs of whatever was speaking.

"BlooOOOOD.... GiVE Us.... BloooOOOOOD...." "BLoooooOOOOooodD...." The others chimed in. A cackling laugh, and then, just like that- they were gone. "What the fuck." Colt stared up, waiting for whatever it was to reappear, to throw itself into the water and chase them down, but it stayed quiet, except for their own breathing and the lapping of water at them.

Colt breathed out slowly. He couldn't hear any steps either. Whatever it was was gone for now. "Shit." He cursed again, as he cranked his head. If there wasn't exit, they were true and properly fucked. Either drown in here, or die from getting too cold, or scale the walls and face whatever had been up there just a moment ago. This might just very well be a dead end both of them had been dragged down to (well, pushed, in Colt's case). And Colt sure as hell had no intention of dying down here.

"Over there." Colt pointed to the far edge of the pool, where the water got shallower, until it lapped at the edge of another tunnel, barely visible in the faint light. "You first. Keep to the wall and that hand above the water, so we can actually see shit."

[thunderandthrottle]

King size grotto! Can you imagine a bear party here?

[22rozay]

Take a moment

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[sronson]

Come to my Pool Party today at 2pm PST on twitch. Link in bio. 🌴✨🦩 Twitch.tv/samantharonson Repost from @luvyans • Infinity cave pool, the ultimate experience in Santorini #chromatahotel #santorini #greece #santorinigreece #imerovigli #caldera #oia #greekislands #infinitypool #cavepool #pool #bestplacestogo #beachesnresorts #paradise #beautifulhotels #wonderful_places #europe #hotelsandresorts #poolparty https://www.instagram.com/p/CEheFirHWkm/?igshid=1gv4zg82e27pb

[yelledelacruz]

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing wings on our way down. . . . Cabagnow #Sinkhole #CavePool Water: Approx. 20-25 ft (low-high tide) Cliff: Approx. 20 ft #Cabagnow has been closed for swimming since summer and the iron ladder had been taken out so there is no way to climb back up if you jump or fall down the cliff. https://www.instagram.com/p/B328gU3JGcX/?igshid=1vrx1p3hec5xo

[batmanbatmanwayne]

A little concept art that I decided to have some fun with. #digitaloilpainting #digitalart #painting #conceptart #oilpainting #armor #bigboy #hurleyfromlost #hurley #knight #paladin #rpgcharacter #cave #cavepool #curlyhair #videogames #comic #fullarmor #bonjour #bonedrawer #halcyon #tranquil #buffet #decoratedarmor https://www.instagram.com/p/B30SLJ9h7RB/?igshid=sftlvcmdz64n

[maggotclangen]

Moon 8: Leaf-Fall

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Velvetdream asks, letting the older she-cat lean on her.

“Oh, I’m fine, quit fussin’.” Primrose snaps, before breaking into a coughing fit. Shortly after joining the clan, Primrose had come down with a persistent case of whitecough which had delayed getting the last of her things from her old den. However, impatient, Primrose insisted that they should go get the last of her things today. 

Velvetdream stops, halting the patrol. “I smell cat.”

Primrose sniffs the air. “Oh, fer cryin’ out loud. If it’s what I think it is, it’s nothin’.”

Velvetdream gives her a concerned look. “Are you sure?”

“Yep, just follow.”

The two head into the clearing where Primrose had once made her home to see a light brown tabby tom rifling through her den.

“Fidget, get yer no good thieving head out my den.” Primrose hisses.

The tom, Fidget, excitedly raises his head out of the den. “Primrose! Oh stars I was worried ‘bout ya!” He bounds towards her, but is stopped by Velvetdream.

“Who are you?” she hisses.

Fidget gives her a charming smile. “Name’s Fidget, darlin’. Pleasure to meetcha!”

Velvetdream turns to Primrose, eyes begging for an explanation. 

The older calico sighs. “This is Fidget, one of the no good kittypet-rogues who likes to raid me.”

“Aw, Primrose, don’t put it like that!” Fidget whines. “You know I don’t like this business, but Dash’d have my head if I said no.”

“Dash?” Velvetdream questions.

“My sister. I love ‘er to death, but boy does she have one big mean streak!” Fidget explains. “By the way, who’s the chick.”

Velvetdream gives a slight nod of her head. “I am Velvetdream, deputy of MaggotClan-”

“A clan!? A real life clan!?” Fidget exclaims excitedly. “Primrose, you got cushy with clancats!? Oh, my momma used to always tell me stories ‘bout clancats, I’m actually part clancat on my papa’s side. Tell me, what’s it like?”

Velvetdream steps back as Fidget assaults her with a barrage of questions, slightly taken back at the tom’s enthusiasm. However, he is quickly cut off by Primrose.

“Well, it’s been nice speakin’ to ya, Fidget, but I need my stuff.”

“Huh? Ya leaving somewhere?” Fidget asks, concerned. “But your paw? Not to mention you don’t look too hot, Primrose.”

Primrose scoffs. “I’m fine. And for yer information, I’m livin’ with the clancats now.”

Fidget gasps. “No way! You’re a clancat now! Can I be one too!”

“What!?” Velvetdream exclaims. “Sorry, bud, we don’t accept just anyone. Plus, you’re a crook!”

“Wha- Hey now, it’s not like I wanna do this! I ain’t all bad, tell ‘em Primrose!” Fidget pleads.

Velvetdream turns to Primrose who scoffs. “Outta all o’ them, he’s the least bad. As annoying as he is, he’s an honest cat.”

Velvetdream turns back to Fidget. “If you were to leave, could you leave in a way that wouldn’t get you traced?” 

Fidget nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! I’ll leave all stealthy-like!”

Velvetdream sighs. “We can bring it up with our leader, just help us get Primrose’s stuff back to camp.”

Fidget leaps up. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh, stars! Oh, stars! I’m a clancat! Hey, do you think I could be called Fidgetfoot now, it sounds cool!”

“Err, we’ll bring it up with Warmstar…”

Meanwhile…

Cavepaw enters the leader’s den, wrinkling his nose at the acrid scent of blood that seemed to seep into the walls. “Warm, can I talk with you for a second?”

Warmstar rises out of his nest, shaking himself off. “Yeah, sure, Cave! Whatcha need?”

“Could you… give me my healer name?” 

“Hm? I thought you thought the whole naming thing was stupid?” Warmstar questions, confused.

“I find the fact Paradise names you stupid.” the gray tom corrects, “But I do like the concept of getting your name from someone who’s actually, you know, real. Someone who actually knows you. I like that. And since we don’t have a holy site, you get to name me. And believe me, I’d rather be named by my best friend than by some dumb stars. So, would you?”

“Cave, I’d be honored.” Warmstar purrs, thrilled that Cavepaw considered him to be his best friend. “We’ll hold a meeting at sunset-”

“No.” Cavepaw states, firm. “I want this to be just me and you, if that’s alright?”

“Oh… okay. Any suggestions?”

Cavepaw shrugs. “Not really.”

Warmstar smiles. “I always thought Cavepool would be a pretty name for you. Coz of your eyes…”

Cavepaw thinks about it for a second before replying. “I like it. Thank you.”

Warmstar purrs. “I’m glad. Now that that’s out of the way, do you want to help me sort my leaf collection?”

“Of course.”

Meanwhile…

“Border patrol! Border patrol!”

“Bravepaw, please, do you want everyone to know we’re out here!?”

Eveningbriar and Bravepaw were out along the twolegplace border on patrol. They were supposed to be making sure that kittypets stopped trespassing along this border. However, in the back of her mind, Eveningbriar hoped she would run into Ariel again…

“Blech!”  Bravepaw exclaims. “What’s that yucky smell?”

Eveningbriar sniffs the air, her blood running cold. “Dog. Get in the bushes.”

“But-”

“Now!”

Eveningbriar shoves both herself and the apprentice into the bushes, just in time as the dog arrives. 

“I thought they were supposed to be massive…”

“Some of them are, this one’s small…”

“... I bet I could take it.”

“What? No!”

Before Eveningbriar can stop the eager she-cat she rushes at the dog, aiming for its eyes. The beast howls and gives a retaliatory nip which Bravepaw easily dodges, aiming for the canine’s underbelly. The dog lets out a low whine before rushing off.

“Did you see that!?”

Eveningbriar rushes out of the bushes. “Wow, that was…”

“Awesome? Cool? Worthy of an early graduation?”

“Reckless!” Eveningbriar cries. “You could have gotten us both killed! Once we get back to camp you are grounded! We’re reciting the warrior code for the rest of the moon!”

“Aww!”

“Now let’s get you back to camp and patched up! Maybe I can use this as an excuse to talk to Cavepaw…”

***

Events

Primrose catches whitecough!

Fidgetfoot joins the clan!

Cavepool becomes a full-fledged healer!

Bravepaw gets bruised by a dog!

***

Characters

Warmstar: Medium-furred light brown tabby tom with violet eyes and a reddish-brown paw print on his forehead | 19 moons | Leader (9 lives) | Charismatic | Good Decorator | Cis!Male (he/him) | Aroace

Velvetdream: Medium-furred light brown she-cat with copper eyes | 17 moons | Deputy | Reserved | Multilingual & Masterful Storyteller | Trans!Fem (she/her) | Lesbian

Primrose: Medium-furred cream & black calico she-cat with pale green eyes and a frostbitten paw | 67 moons | Healer | Shameless | Incredibly Clever| Cis!Fem (she/her) | Aroace

Cavepool: Medium-furred unusually spotted gray tom with cyan eyes | 14 moons | Healer | Bouncy | Incredibly Knowledgeable| Cis!Male (he/him) | Bi

Fidgetfoot: Short-furred light brown tabby tom with pale yellow eyes| 56 moons | Warrior | Justified | Good Sport & Out-Of-The-Box Thinker | Cis!Male (he/him) | Bi

Eveningbriar: Medium-furred black/Golden-brown mottled she-cat with gray eyes| 14 moons | Warrior | Insecure | Captivating Singer | Cis!Fem (she/her) | Pan

Bravepaw: Short-furred brown smoke she-cat with dark blue eyes | 7 moons | Warrior App. | Spontaneous | Steps Lightly & Interested in Clan History | Cis!Fem (she/her) | Straight

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[oficina-memoriailhadeedicao]

Amanhã, domingo a tarde, estaremos reunidos com muitas pessoas de peso da comunidade em uma conversa franca, conhecendo realidades e construindo em prol da pessoa skatista e do skateboard.

Segundo a OMS - Organização Mundial da Saúde, a prevenção do suicídio, e a promoção de práticas em saúde mental, são ações que nascem e se proliferam a partir da educação e fortalecimento da comunidade em torno do tema.

Reunir e ouvir pessoas que vivenciam as diversas realidades e visões do skate são passos importantes para que possamos entender esse fenomeno multifatorial, assim como delinear fatores de risco e comprender como desenvolver ações dentro do skate que contribuam para a detecção dos sinais e consequentemente o encaminhamento mais adequado.

Discutir como o ambiente do skate pode influenciar a qualidade da saúde mental de skatistas é um importante passo para desmistificar enganos, lidar com a realidade e prover uma visão sincera sobre o skateboard.

Venha se juntar a nós na @cavepool 💛🌱