#sparkflight

[delugenal]

𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐂’𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐎 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 -𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 super freighters were a sniveling wail from what their name suggested. by design, the ship was no succulent queen fit to rule systems with a doonium fist. nor was the construction fit to brush against the hull of the word “super”, even as a darkly dressed joke. little more than a scrap heap cobbled together to capitalise on cheap niches in the galactic marketplace, ghtroc industries sold what little soul they had when they decided to not only release their deathtrap, but pollute the market when the false empress failed to earn back their investment.

      with no weapons and only flimsy shields to her name, ghtroc’s infamy was meant to transport fifty-thousand metric tons of mercantile. and, at best, eight passengers. only eight. yet twisted remains of a mediocre fleet of these damnable freighters were scattered across the beach and well into the shallows. each had been overstuffed with tarsunt refugees in the place of replaceable cargo. as per the resistance's last contact with the captain, the freighters were successful in bypassing a first order blockade.

      but those pretty smuggler tricks that could outwit tyrants proved paltry against nature’s wrath.

      wreathed in beads of blood and sweat, rain stood transfixed by a small arm protruding from beneath a smoldering slab of wreckage. the fingers looked so small, curled into an ochre palm. the hapan had never seen a tarsunt in the flesh before, but he imagined that a hand that size belonged to . . .

      a sigh shuddered from the damp cloth shielding his lungs from the smoke. his breath tasted of metal.

      the small retinue of rebels rain had accompanied to meet the refugees were already at work searching for survivors. rain doubted they’d find any. not on the shoreline. escaping the morbid pull of the scene before him, rain’s attention turned to the demarcation of deep water. if there were any still alive, the sea would not tell him. she had no intention of sharing her catch.

      even more heroes arrived, summoned by the unanswered prayer of a distress signal. uniforms bled together as the rescue team broke around him. only one stood out among them. rain never looked, focus returned to the fingers growing paler by the second. he identified the man by the attitude in his boot-falls alone.

      ❝ i did what i could. ❞

a sprawling grave in the wake of a storm for @sparkflight

[masterwcrk]

His isn't a face she recognizes but the fact he's already ready to move tells her he's one of her people - she was probably in good hands if he had been trusted with her makeshift workshop's coordinates because there's no way she'd be able to have every canister, every scrap of a blueprint scrubbed & ground down with so little warning. No, they would have found some way to warn her so she could take more drastic measures. Her work could not fall into the hands of the First Order, & she's hardly surprised they don't have a lot of time

She can lift the bags but she's grateful she has an extra set of hands - it's less she has to blow if they can get them off world, heavy as they are. ' ... It's definitely rocks, ' Clary offers with a surprisingly cheeky grin. Kybers, rocks - there really wasn't too much of a difference at this point. ' The entire workshop is set to blow so whatever we can get out of it is best. The canisters on the wall are priority, anything else-- ' she'd called this place home for the longest out of all the places she had been settled since leaving Naboo, not that it was really saying much, but the knowledge that in a matter of minutes it'd be reduced to cinders momentarily stops her in her tracks.

Inhale. Exhale. Move. They don't have time for sentimentality. ' I need my lizard. The rest can get blown to hell. '

Supply transport wasn't the only thing that was reliable, though there was very little predictable about the ship that had entered atmosphere and docked without transmission to announce its presence or warning as to its arrival. Unfortunately, there wasn't time, but the unpredictability was part of the advantage here, and she'd know it as soon as she knew who had shown up to extract her.

"I've got good news and bad news," he started before she'd even looked up or spoken, fully willing to ease her into it even as he went for what was very clearly her go-bags to get them loaded while he offered her the good or the bad news first. Her question answered that before he asked it. "That's the bad news, not much."

He grunted as he hefted the first bag up, sincerely wondering if she'd ever intended to lift any of these herself or if all of her extraction angels did the lifting for her. The second bag was only marginally lighter. "What the hell did you pack in these? It's rocks, isn't it?" he asked, the cavalier attitude betrayed by the swiftness of his movements as he scanned the place. "What else are you bringing, and what needs to be destroyed still?"

[neofelis----nebulosa]

i know ive said wc isnt really a main interest for me but something I am very disproportionately angry about and think about often is how much of a waste of a prefix sparkpelt is. like spark was a great prefix and they just used the most generic suffix in the series with it. there was so much potential and they just threw it away.

[theanoninyourinbox]

From the smash hit Pokecats, the newest book Hey Armadillopaw! has the titular Armadillopaw given the choice of a new mentor after his last mentor left for the elder's den. Will he choose the adaptable Eve, the mellow Mistripple, the temperamental Flametuft, the energetic (and half blind) Sparkflight, the mystic seer Sunflight, the morbid Moonshadow, the nurturing healer Treefall, the chill Frostpoint, or the vivacious Pinkheart?

(Pokecats based on my old art, which was based on clangen cats made by @dayz-ina-daze)

[cheerclaw]

and another batch! only paypal and ko-fi, pay extra 2$ if ya want an headshot

Grazyfruit - 4$ (CLOSED)

Seedspark - 6$ (CLOSED)

Tractorbite - 6$ (CLOSED)

Shadowmask - 5$ (CLOSED)

Sparkflight - 6$ (CLOSED)

[literallynharmonia]

What if I just

(Miles) Sparkflight- nightrain-wing (usually appears black like a regular nightwing, but particularly likes using his rainwing power of color change to blend into environments. He has future sight powers, but he hasn’t harnessed them very well yet.)

(Gwen) Snowdance- icerain-wing (she has Snow White scales that look water colored blue and pink in some places. usually they’re very light, easy colors in the eyes, they rarely change to anything too harsh unless she’s really emotional. She treats her scales like a canvas.)

(Hobie) Ivy- rain-wing (lets his scales change color freely, no one really knows what his base scale pattern is like because he’s not one to cover up the emotion in his scales)

(Pavitr) Petrel- skyrain-wing (similarly to Swordfish, he only has select scales that can change color, but he really likes changing them. His base scale color is a true red tone, and he usually has blue and gold highlights on the scales he can change.)

(Miguel) Swordfish- Searain-wing (like a dark, dark blue, where only his light up scales change color. Being one of the only seawing he uses that to his advantage and communicates with himself under his breath with his light up scales. He basically looks like an rgb keyboard lmao.)

(Jess) Stardrift- night-wing (a dark, violet-black scaled dragon, her star scales on her wings look like shooting stars. Mind reader.)

(Peter B.) Petalite- sky-wing (average red skywing who’s adorned with little trinkets)

(Mayday) Malachite- skywing (a bright red flamescale, Petalite made everyone gloves that they can put on their talons to hold her.)

(LYLA) Limpet- lucky for her she’s the only human (scavenger, in this case). One of swordfish’s. . . Friends. . . found her one day and decided not to eat her so she (the friend) gave her to him as company. She thinks Swordfish is her pet dragon, Swordfish thinks she’s his pet scavenger. Everyone is very confused in this scenario.

(The Spot) Polka Dot: fucked up little rainwing who somehow got his hands on an animus talisman. Oops.

(Margo) Seawhisper- nightsea-wing (she’s a dark blue, lighter than Swordfish for reference, and has very gorgeous ombré sky blue to light violet light up scales. She has mind reading powers :3)

(Kingpin) Strongwings- big fuckin nightwing. Like huge. If you think Swordfish looks big for a dragon you’re not prepared to see this guy— er— this corpse, I guess. He’s dead.

They’re all connected through being animus. Other than Strongwings and Polka Dot, of course.

See it as like.. the talons of peace but everyone is less mentally stable.

I’ll come up with their dragon names later probably, and I might draw a few of them.

[ask-objectshowclans]

they are going 2 the gathering......

YAP UNDER THE CUT !!!!

okay so twostar is obviously going thru some shit and obviously fourscreech/star and tinylion are subbing in as of tpot 16 (so as of now fourstar dons their leader name once again and tinylion takes place of deputy again)

to make it make sense within the wc world, i think the dreamclan cats (bfb contestants) that were still in the pillary ruins would probably move into powerclan territory. to stay with canon all the dreamclan cats would stay in their territory and just kind of chill but they'd be leaderless and it'd be boring.

stumpysnap (stapy), littlespark (firey jr), and wildriver (bracelety) are missing though. because i don't remember where they went and i dont think it was ever said. correct me if im wrong tho. also i forgot where david went aswell i think he just chills in powerclan

sparkflight (match) became a dreamclan cat

i dont have a name for 8-ball yet but he became a loner with flareskip

greyshade (pencil) and mistylight (liy) joined powerclan—i dont have a name for roboty but he kinda just chills there

and anyway i like to imagine the other clans' reactions when twostar and brindlestripe (gaty) don't show up at the gathering

[daughter-of-inklings]

Fun WBW book fact:

The reason the dragon species in my fantasy novels have names like frostmane, sparkflights, and stargazer is because they were all named by a child. A small child, no older than eight years old, with a pension for sneaking off to observe them.

[sparkflight]

Welcome to sparkflight, an independent rp blog for Poe Dameron of Star Wars. I'm Stark, 30+, not picky at all about pronoun usage, but generally she/her. I work full-time and have other hobbies stealing my time, so I can sometimes be here constantly and other times get really quiet, but I'm always available on discord, which can be requested by mutuals.

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[sparkflight-a]

Welcome to sparkflight, an independent rp blog for Poe Dameron of Star Wars. I'm Stark, 30+, not picky at all about pronoun usage, but generally she/her. I work full-time and have other hobbies stealing my time, so I can sometimes be here constantly and other times get really quiet, but I'm always available on discord, which can be requested by mutuals.

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[delugenal]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

i'm interpreting that "calm down" as a nice way of saying "ambitious bitch who needs to learn how to check himself 'cause he keeps wrecking himself"

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃: @seidanguard ( thank you for the tag! this was uncanny ) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @commandsir + @huttslew + @graysistance + @greenscrunchy / @coeursainte + @yunharlaquin / @thebabysittertm + @nodunkiing + @sparkflight / @acharnemcnt / @debelltio / @cheerlaedere / @parainvestigate / @paramounticebound / @vuulpecula / @jaigalorad / @pietys / @punishmentsdue / @cyberneticbloodgoddess ( for siris and skarlet ) / @kitsuan / @kojiscorner ( for elias, kyla, & rain's favorite existential crisis, aaron )

[delugenal]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒 pulsed like a heart on a moderated axis. the reverberating tension on its glass surface barely discernible to the human eye. “poe dameron, i presume.” voiceless steps came to a drifting end. the current of rich fabric anointed to his shoulder cascaded into a perfect pose as if carved from one of batuu’s petrified ghosts. fingers wrapped themselves purposefully around the staff’s slim body as a tingle of atmosphere formed around the mirrored globe. ❝ one of general leia organa’s most trusted commanders. i’d seen holos, but i expected you to be less . . . scruffy in person. ❞

      ❝ interesting. i have yet to draw a weapon or make a threat. yet here you are with blaster aimed, accusing me of being unpleasant. such a strange place the greater galaxy is. i’m beginning to understand what inspired our foremothers’ ideas about men. ❞ a pause while the hapan’s glittering stare struck poe from boot to bang, ❝ what passes for one. ❞

      ❝ i was under the impression that we were expected. or perhaps i misjudged just how trusted you are. ❞

ㅤIt was too bad Rain didn't have the guts to make that mange comment out loud - preferably where Chewie could hear it. Poe probably would have enjoyed seeing how arrogant the bastard could act with no arms.

ㅤAs someone who put on a show as often as Poe did, who knew the value of visible confidence for oneself and others, he wasn't put off by Rain's apparent lack of fear for his safety. Chewie would blow him out past the outer rim if he confirmed that he was a threat, and that was a fact. Poe would only need to make sure that he didn't get blown up right along with their likely unwelcome guest, but it wouldn't be the first time he had to make himself scarce for some explosions.

ㅤ"Ally, huh? Most allies have enough respect for the General to identify themselves," he pointed out, no lapse in his guard because it was about 50/50 that this pain in the ass was lying. They were expecting representatives from Hapes, and he was under the impression that the Hapans would be sending women - all of them had been referred to as 'she' in the discussions he'd been part of, and he hadn't thought to ask, but it seemed like an important detail now that this man was slithering around him. He wasn't letting him have his back. "So maybe get to the diplomacy, cause your unpleasantries aren't doing you any favors."

[boltthecat]

Here are some lgbtq characters (warriors ocs specifically) for Pride Month!

The characters shown in order of appearance with their respective gender, sexuality, and pronouns:

Trans Man Thistleshine! (he/him)

Butch Lesbian, Demiboy Snowrun! (she/he/they)

Asexual Sparkflight! (she/her)

Trans Feminine, Uranic Shatteredsky! (she/her)

[sootwhiskers]

name: sparkflight (he/him)

past names: sparkkit, sparkpaw

allegiance: skyclan

rank: warrior

parents: lightningstar of skyclan and shellfang the rogue, stormfrost of skyclan (in a stepdad sort of way? it’s complicated)

siblings: none

mate: russetshine of shadowclan

children: alderkit and applekit of skyclan

other family:

grandfather: kai the loner

grandmother: cherryfrost of skyclan

mentor: swiftspring

apprentices: none yet (hoping to mentor one of snowblossom’s kits)

story info under readmore

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DESIGN NOTES

ok so this was originally posted on my main blog as a cat-ified version of a homestuck character (yes yes i know), but i realized i liked the designs too much to just not use them again, so some of them will be posted here as background characters. i’m going to be careful to make sure they’re distinctly different characters, but if i’m wrong to do so please let me know.

that said, he has the exact same eye color as his father, grandfather, and daughter

also inherited spiky fur and bent tail from his dad

ears too got dam big, top teeth also too got dam big

small square chin, triangle nose, and strong hind legs

lean and sort of lanky

short list of personality traits: irritable, skittish, quiet, loyal, workaholic, spacey, witty, prideful, usually has good intentions at heart

son of lightningclaw and shellfang. his mother was exiled for treason when he was around 4 moons old, and even before then, he was always aware of how poorly she treated his father. while shellfang was never explicitly unkind to sparkkit, he’d witnessed how easily she turned on others when she didn’t get her way, and so he learned early on to walk on eggshells around her. after her exile, lightningclaw moved into the nursery to care for him until he was apprenticed, and the two grew very close. after sparkpaw became an apprentice, his father was called away by starclan to go on a journey, but for all sparkpaw knew he was dead or chased out by the halfclan-hating thunderclan and riverclan leaders. during this time, he confided a great deal in his mentor, swiftspring, and found comfort in the shadowclan apprentice russetpaw.

he was ecstatic when lightningclaw returned alive and well, and even prouder when his father became deputy. he gained his warrior name, sparkflight, for his skill in navigating the tallest of treetops, but even afterwards he continued to meet russetshine in secret. their relationship became more open after the battle with foxstar resulted in a more relaxed following of the warrior code, and a few moons later russetshine was pregnant. although of course she loved them, she wasn’t ready to raise kits alone and loved shadowclan too much to move to skyclan, so sparkflight brought his children to be raised as skyclan, with occasional visits to see their mother at the border. he became one of skyclan’s most trusted warriors and remained close with his family, helping lightningstar in his old age, maintaining a relationship with russetshine, and raising his kits the best he could.

[cheerclaw]

For the name-based designs: Tractorbite perhaps (or if you want a more normal name: Sparkflight!)

both

[skipwr3ck]

Alright, it has begun! Chapter one (a short start to get things rolling) is up on AO3! You may cast your votes in the comments there or in a DM/reblog here!

Today was the day.

The air was buzzing with excitement from every corner of camp. It was a much needed celebration, the day a handful of kits would be promoted to apprentices. A large and regal tom overlooked his clanmates, a spark of pride in his chest. Today was when the first of his, Pinestar's, grandkits would choose the paths of the rest of their lives. He watched his daughters in hushed, excited conversation in front of the nursery. His green eyes settled on the enthused expression of the tortoiseshell, Applestem, who looked so like her mother.

Pinestar studied her, but was truthfully lost in thought. He continued to struggle with deciding fitting mentors for each of her four kits, after the recent loss of life in their clan had left choices skim. He sighed in sorrow.

The brush of a second pelt against his snapped him out of the fog. He looked to his left, seeing the stoic posture of Applestem's mate, Archstone.

"Are you nervous?" Pinestar asked the glowing father.

Archstone scoffed and eyed the older tom. "Are you?" He teasted. He flicked his tail with regret when Pinestar only sighed. "It will turn out alright," Archstone assured him, returning his gaze to his mate and her sister ushering their kits out of the nursery. "They are adaptable, as we all must be."

"There is much on my mind," Pinestar admitted. "I should choose to focus on the joy of this day."

"Then do so you shall," Archstone said with a grin and a playful flick. The black and white tom lept gracefully from their perch and turned to face his leader once more. "Nothing can possibly ruin this day, Pinestar."

"Don't say that," Pinestar laughed nervously, taking his place upon the (1)__________.

One by one, each of the four soon-to-be apprentices lined up eagerly before their grandfather and leader. A grand hush fell over the small clan. Pinestar allowed the silence to settle before daring to break it.

"Mothkit, Spiderkit, Antkit, and Beetlekit, you have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to take your place in this Clan as apprentices. From this day until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Mothpaw, Spiderpaw, Antpaw, and Beetlepaw. May your mentors pass down all they know to you." His green eyes drifted to the first of the siblings in line before him. "(2)__________, your mentor shall be (3)__________."

(1) Describe the leader's perch.

a. Gnarled roots that extend from beneath the snow--the corpse of a long fallen tree.

b. A sharp stone nestled in scruffy brush--a relic of the mountainside that looms above.

(2) Choose your protagonist.

a. Mothpaw, a tortoiseshell she-cat with a soft and curious disposition.

b. Spiderpaw, a stoic and sharp black she-cat with orange eyes.

c. Antpaw, an exciteable black and white tom with a constant twitch in his tail.

d. Beetlepaw, a mischevious brown tabby tom.

(3) Choose your mentor.

a. Pinestar

b. Sparkflight

c. Hawkstep

d. Whitewillow

e. Otterbounce

f. Nettlefrost

g. "Actually, Pinestar... I was wondering if I could request an apprenticeship as a medicine cat."

Considering writing a comment or poll-driven choose your own adventure fanfic, perhaps Warriors? Entirely OCs, no canon characters.

Probably posted on AO3.

But I would need an audience! Would anyone be interested in something like this?

Come on

It'll be fun 👀