#oliver thistle

[columba1234]

draw this today when I couldn't focus in class (For those of you who need an explanation: This is mine BAHLK x The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends' future crossover AU sketches (no fanfic soon though because of my Eurovision fic). Here will be my BAHLK and Dunno OCs (Oliver, Cherry (My Benolly children), Anastasia and Alexandra Elf (Barnaby and Lizzy's daughter) and Magnoliya - major of Greenville (canon in Dunno but Magnoliya is my OC)) and adult Ben and Holly, old Nanny Plum and adult Neznaika (Dunno but I prefer to use his Russian name) and the Little Kingdom and Flower Town (the town that Neznaika lives in) has signed some trade deals and build a magical portal that teleports to both of them)

[salemlinnet]

THE PINUPS ARE READY

[vierrel41n]

Sketch dump!!!!

Primrose(Prim)! Ben and Holly’s scene daughter!!

My ocs Olive and Fern! They’re adoptive siblings :3

They’re from outside the little kingdom so Fern really grew up with only elf culture and influence. Fern can’t fly since he never learned to but since moving to the Little Kingdom he did learn a bit of magic.

It’s Gardenia and Aethel again!!! This is very obviously inspired by Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan. That painting makes me feel things 😞😞😞

I won’t spoil much to their story and what this scene is about but I will say this is where Gardenia goofed too hard

I kind of gave up drawing this after like 5 minutes I could’ve done more with it but for a 5 minute sketch it’s not that bad

Sum art I did of King Thisle and his progression to Kinghood in my mlp au.

Oh and there’s a concept sketch I did of Mr Elf. Him with sunglasses is just based off of a loose headcanon that I had about what he was like before he had children lol.

Some more oc!!!

1. There’s Myopsida- an octopus princess pretending to be a human so she doesn’t get turned into sashimi

2. Maple- a teenage fairy who is an unnaturally fast flier. Just not a very careful one. Though her speed makes her great at her job. She’s basically the Little Kingdom’s postal service.

3. Sophie- a teenage elf who doesn’t talk much unless during competitions in which she will win at all costs. She is not a very nice competitor

[burning-thistles-bt]

"Nothing."

Based on this from Chapter 134.

Honestly I love Creekflower and Oliver's relationship so much, it feels so realistic to me. Oliver is just a silly boy in love, Creekflower is his everything and he's never had another thought beside her (not in an obsession way---he's just never considered a world without her in it, or a world where they never met), but he's by no means a perfect boy. He accepts Creekflower for who she is but he's frustrated by aspects of their relationship/her life, and doesn't know how to communicate it without causing a fight (so instead he uses passive aggressiveness, in a way he can deny if pushed).

Meanwhile, Creekflower is enamored with Oliver's calm and collected, casual attitude. He's so carefree and lacks stress. She was utterly baffled by his ignorance and innocence of the world, and couldn't help but seek him out to learn more. His garden is a sanctuary to her. The peace she gets, the laughs they share, it's something she rarely feels in the clan. After the misshape with the Breeders', though, she dares not commit fully to a kittypet life, plus she'd feel horribly ridden with guilt leaving her family behind now that they're so integrated in the clans. She wants Oliver to remain a perfect and happy space for her, and often disregards his personal misgivings to keep the illusion in her head that everything's fine when she's with him.

Their most recent issue coming to surface prior to Oliver and Storm's disappearance:

Chapter 116:

“Of course,” Oliver meowed. “If Scourge or his cronies show their faces, I can just take Storm inside to hide. They left the tiny door flap open tonight.” Oliver smiled. “I’m glad I can finally have one of my kits with me.”

Creekflower winced, tail tip twitching. And I still want to take Storm back with me to ThunderClan… She glanced at Storm, who had settled in quite nicely in the flowerbed. Perhaps he should stay with Oliver, forever… Oh, but I can’t bear the thought of knowing he’s here, but not in ThunderClan, where I can keep him safe. …Is this what Oliver feels like about Cloudpaw and Lizardpaw?

“Take care of him,” Creekflower meowed worriedly. “And if there’s any trouble, just come to ThunderClan.”

“I will, Creekflower,” Oliver said back, his normal bubbly attitude giving way to a serious one. His tail twitched repeatedly as he spoke, and Creekflower worried she’d accidentally upset him. But Oliver never gets upset. Not angry-upset, anyway. “Storm will be fine.”

“Alright.” Creekflower hesitated, stepping away but pausing. She glanced once more at Storm, then nodded. “See you soon.”

Oliver blinked, then smiled warmly. “See you soon, o’ great warrior of LionClan.”

Chapter 134:

Creekflower’s smile widened. For her son to join her in ThunderClan would be amazing! (...But when everything was so horrible…? The clan wouldn’t be very happy to have another mouth to feed…)

“Well,” Oliver said, suddenly frowning. He wrapped his tail around Storm. “Let’s not be too hasty… The clans aren’t very safe right now, and Scourge isn’t being very nice. Even Night’s being rude. You’re safe here.”

Creekflower frowned, glancing at her mate. He wasn’t one to ‘rain on someone’s parade’ (whatever a parade was), yet he didn’t seem to want Storm to pursue being a warrior… He’d seem very possessive of Storm, actually. But Creekflower didn’t want to argue with Oliver, so instead she asked, “Has everything been okay? Has BloodClan been bothering you?”

“Oh, a little bit,” Oliver meowed dismissively, flicking a paw..................But when were Twolegs not weird and unpredictable.

“Twolegs do strange things a lot,” Creekflower meowed. “I’d be wary if I were you.”

Oliver huffed, puffing out almost defensively. “I trust my housefolk,” he said firmly. “They are being strange, but no stranger than you clancats.”

“Us clancats?” Creekflower meowed, starting to bristle too at Oliver’s tone. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Oliver immediately deflated. “Nothing,” he meowed. He leaned forward and brushed his muzzle against hers. “I guess I’m just stressed with my housefolk being all weird, and… and I really like having Storm here.” He met her gaze, firm yet very pleading. A zap of understanding flashed through Creekflower- he didn’t want Storm to leave him. She felt a little guilty then, being so eager to have Storm with her…

“I understand,” Creekflower meowed, licking his ear with a short purr. “Clanlife hasn’t been anything but stressful recently…”

[ourpretender]

— ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ @tragedyrich

he tenses up in response -- wincing somewhat when felix's eyes flicker, inevitably. it's akin to a pinch, nothing to write home about. but if oliver focuses on the tender pink scratches, he can jostle, jerk, and watch hazy-eyed as felix tends to him slower, softer, sympathy practically dripping from his sunkissed features. he walks a thin line -- wary that continuous movement might drift into annoyance, but the struggle is entertaining -- a worthwhile delight. they'd spent many hours in a group, not crowded but not alone, and oliver wants to squeeze this chance of privacy as long as he can. he's felt sick without this -- without felix's singular attention, without his careful touch, without pressure from nimble fingers. he's lying on his side, cheek propped against a bent elbow, and his swimshorts lowered slightly on an angle -- just enough to expose the scrape along his hip. felix could breathe on him like this -- warm speech falling on bare skin. he's anticipating it. "...thanks. is that always the rule? in the fields?"

[thistleandspade]

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

its the Token Straight

yep it’s Creekflower aka Princess!! though she may be the most outspoken ally/LGBTQ+ supporter amongst her siblings/friends, she is by far the straightest XD not that she doesn’t enjoy eye candy, she is just In Love With Boys :)

give her the fluffy bois and she just melts

give her the- well, that’s spoilers ;)

normally i use the black and white flag for straight bcus i actually rlly like it but it always makes the characters look like they’re in prison svkjsdfgsd

the scars on her shoulders are from when Lightningfur attacked her :3 (and the scar on Lightningfur’s nose was from Creekflower)

[chronically-ghosted]

between the earth and sky (lover, share your road - prologue) series masterlist | AO3 Link | part i

chapter rating: T (series: E)

word count: 1.1K

chapter summary: how Joel Miller's forefathers came to settle the southern plains

chapter warnings/tags: references to genocide (human and animal), racism

a/n: Miller County was a real place!

Vincente Ramón Morelos with his wife María Guadalupe Rodríguez Saldaña went in search of a better life in 1848.

Exhausted from the bloody revolution against Spain, then the devastating loss at the hands of white “rebels”, the childless couple leave the southern hill country by the San Antonio river to go north, to find peace, in a place that the Anglos have never touched — so promised Señor De La Cruz, a former comandante like Vincente, who shared his dream of wide, open spaces, and a sky that stretches into infinite possibilities.

This land they marched across, with its barren trees and flat golden spreads, is nothing like anything they’ve ever seen before. The wagon chain the Morelos follow whispered in hushed, awed tones. María reached out the side of the wagon, letting her hand brush against brown thistles, watching how the reed springs under her fingers, how it tickles her palm. She never knew the earth could be so soft – teasing her with some great secret it’s eager to share. She looked to her husband and he glowed beneath the rich blue sky and bronze sun. Maybe this was God showing her how to fall in love with a new home.

Towns became few and far between. In a transitory cattle town, Vincente listens to two vaqueros tell stories over a loose game of poker about a briefly-disputed patch of land, five hundred miles east, one that exchanged ownership three times before disappearing into obscurity. But a single name settled permanently, before its township ever could: Miller County. Vincente quietly related to that blurring of identity, a loss of a permanent place to be known and loved, so when going through towns of white Texan Anglos that distrusted his olive skin and aquiline nose, he told them his name was Vincent Miller and he was, like all others, looking for a place to call home. He found it north of what would become Amarillo, and south of what would be Dalhart, between the Canadian and Red River, rivers that never seemed as endless and deep as the Gulf from his childhood. 

By the spring of 1852, Mary (formerly María) and Vincent, established on their acre of land, had welcomed two girls and were expecting a third child, who ended up being a boy. This boy was given the name John (though his mother called him Juan at home) Tomás Miller, after Mary’s grandfather. As a boy, John learned from his father Vincent to listen and trust the Kiowa, the Comanche, the Gods of the Grass Sea, who were said to have been born with a heart of a buffalo. Who walked with prairie chickens and raced the pronghorn antelopes. Recognizing a kinship with nomadic blood of the Millers – once Morelos – the Comanche taught them what it meant to use the land as one uses a brother for support. Use in kind, but treat just as kindly. Avoiding what the Anglos referred to as “dry farming” because it was only the Anglos who believed, by sheer force of will, they could make rain come down from the sky. The Comanche were shocked by their arrogance. As he grew older and stronger beneath that heavy sunshine that had endeared his mother to these foreign lands, John maintained his father’s relationship with The First People, even aiding them in keeping the encroaching Anglo homesteaders off the lands of the buffalo and the blue grama grass. 

When John married in the summer of 1885 a woman whose skin burnt easy in the sun, but had hands rougher than a sailor’s, Vincent was surprisingly happy for his son, because Jennie Sarah Hansen was quick-witted, brave, and possessed a rare quality when it came to the regards of the Tejanos and The First People – compassion. Disowned by her own family for such a trait, Jennie came to live with John, his father Vincent, his mother Mary, with letters from John’s two sisters and their families coming from down south every month. 

Joel Ramón Miller was born in the late fall of 1891, followed shortly there by his brother, Tom – Tommy, because Tom was too serious for a boy with a smile like that – and the lineage of working under blue skies in endless dunes of buffalo grass was passed down, third generation of Vincent, who lived to see his oldest grandson turn five before quietly, with dignity, leaving this world in his sleep. 

Tommy Miller continued to look towards the sun and, as a young man, followed it west. But Joel, like his father, like his grandfather, like the land itself, kept watch over the ones he loved from the porch of that a-frame house, the one his father built for his mother. For a time that included a woman with dark skin and darker eyes out of Alabama. And then it was just the baby who came from her, who came from him. Sarah, named after his mother who was as fierce and resilient as the buffalo grass and as beautiful as the endless sky. 

As far as Joel Miller was concerned that was enough. The two of them – him and his babygirl, with the plums and the maize, and the secrets of this wide wilderness handed down in partnership from the Comanche and the Kiowa, because the Millers knew what to keep and what wasn’t theirs, or anyone’s, to own.

Until the day came when the buffalo were slaughtered by the thousands, and the once great Gods of the Grass Sea were felled, both driven to extinction by a force that held no compassion or concern for the lands it swallowed. 

The cowboys over in the XIT, runners of cattle in the land that used to tremble beneath the hooves of thousands of buffalo, started to complain first. Rumbled that no good was to come of any of it; the American government gave too freely; real estate agents and land developers promised too much. Those arriving in the prairie came only for the green that the wheat boom offered, and had misjudged the quietness of the plains for emptiness.

Joel Miller watched as towns bloomed overnight, model E’s rumbled off the new railway lines, and nesters and sodbusters burrowed into their dugouts like wolf-spiders — at the cost of the beautiful, bellowing sea of grass. The bison were long dead, the Kiowa and Comanche now ghosts between the stalks of blue grama, and a wind was coming in from the north. 

It whispered to those who could still listen and would heed its warnings. 

And Joel Miller, with his only daughter, listened and waited and didn’t like what he heard. First, the drought came. Lasted ten years. Then the economic freefall that blew out entire financial systems on a global scale. 

And then, like a ghoulish nightmare, a specter of death that came from the ill-resting spirits of the bison, came the dust storms. 

The air crackled with electricity, car radios clicked off, overwhelmed by the static. Ignitions shorted out. Waves of sand swept over the roads. Children were lost and found thirty feet from their back doors, dead, suffocated on dust. Five thousand feet tall, wider than entire cities, this was blind vengeance, a reckoning well-deserved.

And for the first time in his life, Joel Miller was afraid.

series masterlist | part i

[typhlonectes]

Invitation

by Mary Oliver

“Oh do you have time

to linger

for just a little while

out of your busy

and very important day

for the goldfinches

that have gathered

in a field of thistles

for a musical battle,

to see who can sing

the highest note,

or the lowest,

or the most expressive of mirth,

or the most tender?

Their strong, blunt beaks

drink the air

as they strive

melodiously

not for your sake

and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning

but for sheer delight and gratitude –

believe us, they say,

it is a serious thing

just to be alive

on this fresh morning

in the broken world.

I beg of you,

do not walk by

without pausing

to attend to this

rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.

It could mean everything.

It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:

You must change your life.”

[probablyasocialecologist]

May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.

Mary Oliver, Upstream

[mayakern]

thistle skirt

fits sizes XS-7X

pockets deep enough to fit a nintendo switch (or a small cat if you got one)

pairs perfectly with olive green

[columba1234]

Lilia! . . . Explanation: She's Fleur's daughter in my AU. Lilia is really crafty, as she developed a spell to turn a wand into a necklace (as seen in the painting). She's obsessed with magic, the best friend of Oliver (my Benolly son, more sketches later) and is ready to summon the spirits of the past and deceased kings and queens (Vlad the Powerful in particular, more sketches later again). Lilia is based on an OC(same name and hair, different design and palette) I created 1 year ago before I rewatch BAHLK. Her current palette is derived from the species (edit: Thelionema caespitosum) (also called blue lily and is what her wand is made of) as seen below:

[salemlinnet]

new pfp already! i wanted it to be more in the style of the comic, like the original was. same captain as usual.

[flowers-of-april]

april showers bring may flowers: prompt list

I wanted to make a flower-based April writing prompt challenge, so I did. Flower meanings are sourced from this book on flower meanings

PROMPT LIST 1: Daisy: Innocence 2: Lilac: First Love/Reminiscence 3: Violet: Modesty 4: Anemone: Forsaken Love 5: Oleander: Caution 6: Honeysuckle: Devotion 7: Poppy: Eternal Sleep 8: Laurel: Glory/Victory/Success 9: Orchid: Elegance/Beauty 10: Petunia: Anger/Resentment 11: Iris: Valour 12: Heather: Luck/Protection 13: Fern: Magic/Secrecy 14: Oak: Bravery 15: Tulip: Love Declaration 16: Magnolia: Dignity 17: Pansy: You Occupy My Thoughts 18: Lavender: Distrust 19: Mistletoe: Surmounting Difficulties 20: Queen Anne's Lace: Sanctuary 21: Protea: Transformation 22: Myrtle: Love 23: Hyacinth: Please Forgive Me 24: Nettle: Cruelty 25: Hemlock: Death 26: Dandelion: Divination/Fortune-Telling 27: Mint: Consolation 28: Jasmine: Amiability/Cheerfulness 29: Rue: Regret 30: Lily of the Valley: Return of Happiness

ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS Bouquet 1: Apology Hyacinth: Forgiveness Bluebell: Humility Peony: Bashfulness Olive Branch: Asking for Peace Bouquet 2: Courting Blush Roses: Blossoming Romance Cornflower: Hope in Love Sweet William: Gallantry Honeysuckle: Devoted Affection Bouquet 3: Marriage Roses: True Love Ivy: Fidelity Myrtle: Hope/Love Dahlia: Commitment/Eternal Love Bouquet 4: Bitter Ends Datura: Deceitful Charms Tansy: Hostility Thistle: Misanthropy Wormwood: Bitterness Bouquet 5: Regret & Sorrow Asphodel: Regrets to the Grave Azalea: Fragility Snowdrop: Consolation/Hope Rue: Regret Willow: Mourning

The only 'rule' is to please have fun. You may tag "flowersofapril2024," if you'd like, and I'll reblog anything I see. If you feel like filling these prompts on AO3 then "Flowers of April" or "Flowers of April 2024" would be a suitable tag. You may also submit to the FlowersofApril2024 collection on AO3

[burning-thistles-bt]

Hear me out,,, angst mini oneshot based off of "I Wait For You" by alex g with Creek waiting for Oliver to come back,, im going to go cry now,, :((

NOOO THE BEANS </3333 I LOVE THEM SM U DONT UNDERSTAND

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

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

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain 

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening 

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc. 

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright 

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce 

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow