#whimsical duck art

[nonexistentbees]

DIME CHASE IS SUUUUCH A FUN EP i love it so dearly. i had already planned how i wanted this drawing to look like a month ago but while scrubbing thru the ep for references i realized i also really want to draw the della room sometime its so pretty and also makes me miserable

[giddlygoat]

dave and buck sketches to test out some design headcanons on them <3 they have silly little sleepovers and stay up all night talking about their crushes [each other]

dave’s design includes the speakers visible on his forearms and chest that are meant to resemble body hair. the stylized framing over the mesh hopefully looks kind of like curly hair lol. i’m undecided about keeping the little meter on his collarbone yet.

buck’s design includes the long chip/coin dispensers in his forearms, which operate with a small lever on his inner arm and dispenses chips just below his palm, letting them fall in his hand. in these drawings they are mostly empty, which hopefully helps to imply that it’s the end of a day and they are now off the clock.

[camping-with-monsters]

I’m gonna kill if I’ve already posted any of these doodles before but. Messy doodle dump for tonight.

[cann1ballistic]

today’s doodle dump 🎉

[visureable]

Duck at Sea Art Print by Felicia Chiao

MORE @ Whimsical Decors Collection @society6

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for doing things my flatmate finds cringe when I know he finds it cringe?

I live in shared accomadation and didn’t have choice in flatmates.

One of them I don’t get along with so well, and he finds me cringe (those exact words). He will laugh loudly at me when I gush over my fun shaped pasta I’ve found at the shop or get annoyed with me when I go ‘aw’ at a dog on telly.

I tend not to do those things around him anymore (don’t watch telly with him ect) and just keep it to my room or with my friends. (But I still find new pasta shaped exiting and when I’m in the kitchen with the flatmates I’ll like and he’s in there I will show them the fun pasta of the week)

But…I also think it’s kind of funny to leave notes around the flat on my cat or duck themed paper. He’d obviously find this cringe and annoying, and he’d know it’s from me, but at the end of the day it’s just paper.

I’ll write notes about things being broken. Practical things. Or I’ll do a silly doodle and stick it on the art wall in our flat (he does not participate. He is not forced too. And that’s ok.)

I want to keep the peace but also I like my themed paper it’s cute and whimsical and it lightens up the otherwise pretty dull notes.

I am cringe and I am free, but I am also aware he has to come home every day and if he doesn’t like fun themed paper that’s ok. I don’t want to upset him.

So. Tumblr. AITA?

(Info - I have him blocked on social media bc he was mean to me there and didn’t respect my boundaries so no group chat)

What are these acronyms?

[sciderman]

sci i had no idea about your donald duck hyperfixation and now i am SO curious how did it come to be, what do you like about him, etc etc please rant to us

oh man! it was pretty simple - i, as you may have noticed, really like comics. buuut i was sick of marvel during my notorious hiatus of 2017 - i was hating pretty much everything they were putting out, and was in a sour mood over sm:h, just - i was sick to death of marvel.

but. buuut... i really like comics. and actually, i kind of already just had a bit of a baseline interest in ducks. i travel around europe a lot, and i always see duck comics stocking the shelves - one time i went to a second hand book market in berlin and found loads of worn-out issues of the ducks, and they cost like, pennies, so i picked them up because i just - i adore the art. it's so appealing and just - it makes me happy.

i just think they're neat!!!

so i started this habit of buying duck books in different languages from all the european countries i travel to. i have books in french, in german, in danish – i just really like ducks. i always looked for them in english but - really, they're kind of difficult to find in london. they're not popular in the uk. i remember a frustrating few years of my life, any time i'd enter a comic book shop in london i'd ask "you have any duck?" and no. they never had any duck. i wasn't ever committed enough to look online or anything, but for years and years and years i'd always wanted to read the duck comics. and i was determined that ONCE i found a book in english, in an english book shop, i finally would start.

eventually - finally! i happened upon a copy of don rosa's the life and times of scrooge mcduck - in english!! at a comic store in soho and i snapped it up immediately. i ate through the whole thing in one sitting and just - fell in love. i adore scrooge - his defining trait is that he's stingy but - otherwise he's fearless and adventurous and - well, tougher than the toughies, smarter than the smarties. donald too, his defining trait is his anger but - he's so good-hearted and family-centric and - ruagh. i love both of them - both of them having defining traits that are typically negative but - redeemed by all of their other wonderful traits that make them endearing and loveable. it's surprisingly complex, i think - and it makes for a really entertaining read in that - they're imperfect little guys. and you adore them anyway.

it filled the void in my heart and - i found that i just enjoyed the duck comics much more than i ever did the marvel comics - just - i don't know, they're whimsical and cheerful and - so easy to read, from the way they're panelled. they're designed to be accessible for everyone. marvel comics can be a nightmare, but the duck comics are just a delight. the ducks were my detox from the hell that was marvel, and they kept my love for comics alive!

i've gotten lucky in being able to find a lot more comics printed in english but - never in london, no sir. i get lucky and sometimes find english prints in other european countries so - a lot of my european friends know, when i come to visit them, there will have to be a Duck Detour at some point. i don't come home without duck.

[tomoleary]

Carl Barks “Blizzard Tonight” Oil Painting Original Art (1973) Source

“Carl Barks based this whimsical scene on his 1955 cover for Donald Duck #44.”

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #8 (Part 1)

ODIN WEEK! ODIN WEEK! ODIN WEEK!!! It's PKNA #5: Portrait of the Hero as a Young Duck btw. Please enjoy my epic edit- I mean real panel I mean totally real screenshotted and unedited comic panel.

Also, I try to put spoilers for the comics I'm reading about as they happen in the story, but this time I couldn't help myself so beware of reading this if you haven't read the whole chapter yet.

I already have this panel saved in my folder, it's so iconic in my head. He wanna be Batman sooooo bad.

Gotta love these military guys opening fire like their lives depend on it and PK is just behind them making silly little jokes like :D

Wow this guy seems interesting I wonder what his opinions on AI art are

Gorgeous panel and some gorgeous one-point perspective here. Sorry for being an art student but we made a lot of drawings like this and it made me learn that drawing buildings makes me want to die. So this is even more impressive to me in that regard.

Lowkey cute asf for Odin to just put a whimsical little garden in place of where Ducklair tower used to be

Donald is so SAD it breaka my heart 💔 RIP Uno who is totally super dead 💔💔💔

Donald is SO SMALL. Shoutout to the PKNA writers for pushing the entire main Duckverse cast to the side so that they could create an all-new roster of characters that all fucking TOWER over Donald in height. Lyla, Angus, Xadhoom, Styvesant, soon to be Odin in like a few pages. If you need to know anything it's that Paperinik is a little SHRIMP and he is so tiny and small and the most specialest boy ever.

haha..... yeah..................

DEFEND UNO'S LEGACY DONALD!!!!! Also Lyla... okay and I guess Geena cause she's the ACTUAL robot he's defending-

This is the part where I look at the camera like it's an episode of The Office btw. If you know you know.

babygirl

OOOOH SHIT IT'S YA BOI!!! I forgot about him trying to meet Donald by just slamming his ship into theirs. Like I GUESS that's a surefire method to speak to someone...

Cheeky son of a-

GEENA YOU FUCKING NARC

Snitches get stitches Geena... (imagine a little text pops up on screen like in a video game and says "Geena will remember that")

Hmmmm where have I seen this shot before.... *flashback to issue #0.1 which I put a filter over to make sure you know it's a flashback to an earlier chapter*

oh right.

Crying over this shot they BOTH wanna be Batman man 😭 two dumdums that were made for each other

He's so cheeky I hate him (affectionate)

So obviously they bring up that Odin just means "One" (or Uno) but it's also worth pointing out what an Eidolon is. Eidolon is a Greek term, meaning "a spirit-image of a living or dead person; a shade or phantom look-alike of the human form" (at least according to Wikipedia).

"ODIN EIDOLON" LITERALLY TRANSLATES TO "UNO'S GHOST" I FUCKING HATE HIM. I'M SMASHING HIM WITH HAMMERS. AFFECTIONATELY.

Anyways to wrap up with some final thoughts-

Something that doesn't really get addressed in this comic (probably for plot reasons, it's not super relevant) is just how comforting it must be for Donald to travel to the future and see that the Evronian Empire is all but wiped out, a shell of its former self. Obviously timelines can still change, we saw that in Day of the Cold Sun, but it still must be nice to see that all the fighting he does is going to pay off in a big way.

Btw remember that bit in an earlier chapter about Uno finding Lyla attractive? Yeah well I should think so considering that YOU'RE THE ONE THAT BUILT HER- Okay well he's not the DESIGNER but still I think that connection is funny ok. I wonder if Uno scanned Odin's gun and was like "oh"

I like this comic, I think it's another really good one. I mean it's no Earthquake but still, between Day of the Cold Sun, Earthquake, and then this volume I feel like we've just had banger after banger after banger. I'm also super stoked to have Odin in the story now, even if thinking about Uno way outliving Donald and being excited to see him again after 200 years makes me really depressed if I think about it too hard. I'm happy that he got to escape the confines of Ducklair tower and even got a cunty green suit in the process though, good for him. Donald is REALLY gonna regret not accepting that explanation from Uno though, RIP 🙏 SUUURELY he'll figure it out one of these days guys. Like EVENTUALLY. Right???

[slippinmickeys]

Prompt: ballet slippers, chocolate pudding in a can, Wyoming

The house, when they walked in, was like nothing she’d ever seen before—striped wallpaper on the ceiling, paisley carpet on the floor, a circus worth of color on every surface. It was like a Carlton Varney fever dream; like a brothel with aspirations. Mulder actually paused in the doorway and leaned back out to double check the address number on the side of the house.

“Wow,” Scully said, daintily setting down her suitcase a few feet inside the door. She wanted to make a joke, but Mulder looked appalled.

“We can go home,” he said quickly. “We don’t have to stay.”

His tone was such that she suspected he might be on the verge of having a panic attack.

“I was promised a weekend away,” she said calmly, reaching past him to close the door. She took his own suitcase from his hand and set it down next to hers.

“Anyway,” she went on, “it’s just a place to…sleep.”

With that his attention returned to her and she thought she saw his cheek tic, threatening to smile. Giving him an arched eyebrow and a squeeze of the hand, she turned away from him to explore the flat, curiosity overtaking every other impulse.

“I don’t get it,” he said. “The reviews were great.”

Scully sauntered over to the corner where there was a small kitchenette; bright green cabinets, a hot pink coffee maker. She opened up a cupboard. The inside was lined with contact paper featuring a cornucopia of citrus, upon which sat a single can of chocolate pudding. Scully didn’t recognize the brand.

“Quaint and cozy?” she asked, turning back to him.

“Whimsical and fun,” he said sheepishly.

She had to resist the urge to laugh.

Mulder finally spurred himself into action, reaching up into the nearest lamp and giving it a few futile clicks. When it failed to produce light, he began hunting along the wall for a light switch. When he finally found one, he flicked it, and it was then that Scully’s gaze was pulled upward.

Hanging from the ceiling fan was a pair of soft pink ballet slippers, tied to the blades by their satin ribbons. As the fan began to move, roused into motion by Mulder flipping the switch, the slippers began to turn, toes out, spinning gracefully in a perpetual arabesque.

Scully smiled. “Cute.”

“I’m afraid one’s going to come flying off and kick me in the face,” Mulder said, eyes still dubiously skyward. “And I already feel weirdly beat up.”

Scully ignored him and casually continued her tour of the flat, passing by a rather tame painted landscape of rocky mountainous outcrops, the script underneath reading Jackson Hole, Wyoming. However, as she continued to walk past it, the picture gradually changed in a holographic effect, revealing, when she got to the other side of it, a painting of a woman lounging provocatively spread eagled, her fleshy breasts exactly mirroring the Tetons of the landscape. Scully paused to squint at the cursive label, which now read simply Wyoming Jackson’s Hole.

She couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.

“What?” Mulder called from across the room.

“You’re going to like the art,” she told him, approaching the only other doorway in the place, which had to lead to the small apartment’s en suite.

She pulled up short. The bedroom was just as outlandishly decorated as the rest of the flat, but the room’s main draw was an absolutely palatial four poster bed, curtained on all sides by bright red velvet with fringe, pulled back just enough to reveal a monolith of a mirror tucked into the canopy.

Mulder came up to stand beside her, huffing out a long whistle.

“This in the reviews?” she asked him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“The term ‘whimsical’ was doing a lot of heavy lifting,” he said. “But no one mentioned the bed was a mirrored grotto.”

Scully felt for him—he’d been excitedly planning this for weeks. He’d promised to take her out of town for a quiet romantic getaway. She would not let him sink into a funk over something as trivial as heinous decor. She ducked out from under his heavy arm and took him by the hand, pulling him into the room.

“Do a little heavy lifting yourself,” she said suggestively, “and we can field test the term ‘fun.’”

He finally cracked a smile and followed her into the room.

[trashbag-baby666]

would love to hear more about the Crosby kids!

🤯🤯🤯yes pls yes pls!

So there’s five Crosby kids…yes you heard that right.

-Astrid

-Orion

-Leda

-Cosmo

-Jupiter

They decided a space theme and just really stuck with it…

So far I really only have the first two Crosby kids developed. Their oldest, Astrid and Orion! So I can do little blurbs on them!

Astrid is a lover of everything nature, just like Bubbles. She really got her sense of exploration and curiosity from him. She also does cheer with Cordelia! Still, nothing could’ve prepared Bubbles and Harry for how expensive cheer is. Astrid also likes rocks and crystals and anything whimsical, really. She has a bit of a hippie tone to her wardrobe and streams plenty of Fleetwood Mac. But nothing beats spinning a vinyl on Grandma Crosby’s vintage record player.

Orion Crosby, is a bit of an odd duck but that’s perfectly fine! He likes comic books and shock factor art. He’s an artist himself, similar to Hambone, he also does cartoon work. He has his own comic book series he’s written and illustrated himself. Someday he’s gonna get it published, he says.

[nonexistentbees]

i did my last 3 exams in one fell swoop yesterday and threw myself a finishing mt neverrest drawing party to celebrate 💪💪💪 this whole eps so fun but i LOOOVE the avalanche sequence so much ive been so excited to get to this one. everybody had better watch out now that my semesters over

[vilvermin-sqwirl]

haauughhhgeh

i havent been able to do much art tbh.. ive been focusing moreso on decor and making our new room (oh we moved a bit ago btw i never said that here lol) look less like a hotel room. we have our own bathroom now and are going hard with a rubber ducky aesthetic and its so whimsical you dont even fucking know dude. anyways yeah thats where this thing comes in, we found a cute little bathtub-style toothbrush holder thing at homegoods and i decided to paint bubbles and ducks on it because idk what the FUCK do you want from me. i do what i want!!!!!!

anyways i think it turned out cute or swagever. one day i'll post pics of our room but theres still boxes everywhere bc we dont know where to put anything :sob: who was gonna tell me when you get an apartment you gotta BUY FURNITURE for it?? what the H dude.

anyways i will draw more at some point i have been through brain hell despite being in a way better environment. i got a button maker for christmas though so thats cool <3

[printabledesignrf]

Whimsical duck wall art

[sebsxphia]

bunny. | arts and crafts.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x little!reader.

￫ description: you and bob spend the afternoon doing some arts and crafts with the help of peter rabbit.

￫ c/w: age regression, other than that, it’s all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: thank you kindly to @angelic-dreams13 for the arts and crafts idea and @bradshawsbitch for bob and your stuffed animals! <3 | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

Bob laid out the craft supplies in a neat order on your kitchen table. There was a whole range of supplies for you to use. There was glue (both normal and glitter glue), gel pens, felt tip pens, a whole rainbow of colouring pencils, and finally two pairs of scissors. There was a bigger pair which you presumed would be for Bob and another smaller pair with a jagged edge running up the sides.

Secondly Bob sat your current favorite stuffed animals onto the table, resting them against a vase in the far corner. There was a Peter Rabbit teddy with long and dangly legs and a new Peter Rabbit comforter. It was the perfect shade of baby blue and matched Bobby’s eyes. That’s why you had to get it when shopping the other day.

You were sat with your legs crossed on the kitchen chair and Bob drew another chair to come sit next to you. “Remember, Bunny, you ask Daddy if you want me to cut out anything using the big pair, okay?”

You nodded and murmured out a small yet cheerful, “okay!”

The final prized possession that Bob laid out on the table was the scrapbook that you had also picked up from the craft store. Bob had all the photos you wanted printed out and ready to go. It was a huge mix of photos. There were some photos of just you and Bobby, others were of your treasured days out you shared together and lastly there were prints of cartoon and illustrated bunny rabbits.

“Now, what would you like Daddy to do? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as your eyes scanned the ever expanding selection of coloured paper to choose from. But your eyes fell on something else entirely. You pointed over at your two stuffed animals sat in the corner and looked up at Bob.

“Please, Daddy?”

Bob let out a gasp and mockingly placed his hand on his heart, as if to act shocked.

“You’re right! I’m so sorry, Bunny. Here,” Bob placed the comforter in your lap and he took Peter Rabbit into his own.

You let out a giggle at your Daddy. “Silly, Daddy!” You squealed with a smile. Bob mirrored your smile at hearing your sweet laughter. He had a big grin on his face which made your cheeks heat up and continue your string of giggles.

“Daddy can be so silly. How could I forget you, Peter?” Bob placed a kiss to Peter Rabbit’s soft face and asked you again what you would like him to start with.

You eventually pointed to the sheets of colourful paper and explained to your very best ability, “green and yellow first please, Daddy. Matches the park with the duckies!”

Bob retrieved the photos from the pile of your play date to the park when you fed the ducks. He smiled down at them fondly and you nestled into his side to look over the photos as well.

“That was a good day, huh, my little Duckie?” Bob tapped your nose in turn and you let out a stifled giggle, your pacifier hanging out your mouth to adhere your speech.

You both continued to work through the photos. You would choose the colored paper you wanted as a background and Bob would cut it out to size. Then you both chose what color pen you wanted and precisely how much glitter was to go on the page. On the front page when you opened the scrapbook, “Bob and Bunny’s Little Adventures” was scrawled over in whimsical colors and glitter. “Bob” was in his own handwriting and “Bunny’s” was in yours.

The whole time Bob sat patiently and waited for your careful instructions. He never stopped you or told you want to do (apart from when you accidentally reached for the big scissors). Bob was content to watch your creativity flow how you wanted and watch as you both created something that was truly special to you, your Daddy and your age regression.

Bob watched with a sweet and loving smile. His gaze was softly trained on you and how your tongue poked out over your bottom lip, with your pacifier now hanging off your pacifer clip altogether as you were deep in concentration.

You reached over to the glue and glitter to add the finishing touches to a page and in turn, the glue was knocked over. You let out a small yelp and your eyes flooded with panic at the mess you’d caused on yours and Bob’s kitchen table. Bob was smart and thoughtful enough to layer the table with old newspapers, but unfortunately the glue dripped off the edge and onto Peter Rabbit.

“Peter! S’rry, Daddy!”

You immediately jumped up from your chair and grabbed Peter Rabbit who was sticky and covered in glue. Bob was quick to gather up the newspaper and neatly wipe away the remainder of the glue. Bob ran a soothing hand over your scalp and craned your chin upwards to look at him.

“No, no, my little Duckie. Don’t you apologise. Accidents like these happen, it’s all part of the creative process!”

Bob had a reassuring and warm smile across his lips and his voice was calm, collected and soothed you instantly. You nodded in response, but your face contorted into worry again when you felt Peter sticking to your hands, his fur becoming matted. Your bottom lip started to tremble ever so slightly and Bob squatted down to assess the damage to your poor Peter Rabbit.

“Oh no,” he peeled away your hands to the sight of Peter Rabbit. “Peter! You’re covered in glue. Poor guy, he must feel so chilly, Bunny.”

Your eyes were fighting back tears and you let out a couple sniffles. Bob could feel his heart break at hearing your pained muffles. Bob took one of your hands in his and his other hand came up to cup your cheek. He gathered a piece of your hair with his nimble fingers and tucked it behind your ear.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, Bunny. It’s okay! We can treat Peter to a nice warm bath, get him all clean and then dry him off. Sound good?”

In response to you nodding, Bob cupped Peter’s head and directed his gaze to him. “Sound good, Peter?”

He moved the back of Peter’s head to act as if he was nodding, to which you let out a small laugh. Hearing your sweet laugh was the most precious sound in the world to Bob.

“Come on, Bunny. Lets get him cleaned up.” Bob rose from the floor and took your hand in his. He retrieved Peter and placed him on his own shoulders as you went upstairs to the bathroom.

You spent the next hour leaning over the tub watching as Bob carefully washed the glue out from Peter’s matted fur. You watched with creases in the corner of your eyes, smiling from ear to ear as Bob would ask Peter how the temperature was, if it felt nice for him and how his day was going. Whilst Peter was being spun around in the dryer, you helped Bob clear away the kitchen table.

When Bob retrieved Peter from the dryer he pressed him close to his chest and inhaled deeply. “Oh, Peter! You smell just lovely. But I think you’ve had enough of my love for today. Bunny? I think Peter needs you.”

You took Peter from Bob’s large hands and squeezed your eyes tight as you wrapped him back into your arms, soft, dry and smelling like lavender. Bob thought his heart could give in from how adorable you looked right now.

“Come on, Bunny. Lets look through what we did in the scrapbook and Peter can look too.”

“B’ no glue, Daddy!”

You pointed your finger upwards, trying to act like you had just made an earth shattering statement. Bob let out a hearty laugh in response and scooped you up into his arms to sit you on his hip as he carried you to your living room.

“No glue, Bunny. You’re so right. I think Peter’s had enough of that today!”

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[sotcwcrp]

SECRETS OF THE CLANS, JANUARY OPENING!

In celebration of our January 14th - January 28th opening, we're going to be highlighting each of the clans, to give you a better idea of what they're like / how different they are from the books!

Last and certainly nor least, our clan is...

RiverClan

ART CREDITS: carnationcarnivore on discord!

A chorus of joint laughter rings in your ears, betrayed by paws who couldn’t grip on the slippery stones, a flushed face erupts from the burbling water - though an embarrassed snicker escapes your throat, you immediately shake out that drenched pelt and relish in the playful shrieks of those same Clanmates who were giggling earlier. Almost spurred on by the whimsical river, having hunting patrols turn into splash fights was a common occurrence here.

To be your eyes into RiverClan Territory, Granitewish a Riverclan waterweaver is here to interview some of her clanmates! Take it away Granitewish!

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"Tell me a bit about RiverClan territory!"

 "RiverClan territory? It's awesome, filled to the brim with unique fish, beautiful flowers, and...water! So many streams, ponds, pools, and rivers. I love to just forget everything and swim in the calm waters. Even though we don't have many trees, we can still cool off in greenleaf! It's refreshing to get soaked after a hot, sunny day." — Cloudfish

Just as the river flows through the veins of every Riverclan cat, the waters that give the clan its name are the lifeblood of the land it calls home. Follow along the riverbend and you'll be greeted by a plethora of breathtaking sights; vibrant flowers warming their faces in the sun, shimmering waterfalls that glow in the moon's light. You could take a trip to the hot springs to warm your aching muscles and enjoy some tea with your clanmates, or maybe you'd prefer a relaxing swim in the harmonic creek? Whatever you decide, Riverclan has enough to offer to keep anyone busy the whole day through; from the bustle of fish-filled waters to the brush of luscious foliage against fur, its territory is a bright space alight with life. Some even say the land itself is alive, and if you keep quiet enough, you can hear its gentle breath in the trickle of the river.

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“What's your favourite spot in RiverClan territory? Could you tell me a bit about why?”

"Hmmm... My favowite spot in the tewritory? Well, I think it has to be the healer's den... It's the first place I saw when I arrived in WiverClan! I still go there often to see Cypwesswatcher!" — Goldfishpaw

Duck through an archway of sedge, and you'll be greeted by the den in which Riverclan's Healers do their work. An abandoned burrow at the base of an ancient tree, it isn't remarkable upon first glance. But, stick your head inside and you'll be greeted by rows upon rows of carefully cultivated herbs hanging from the walls, with rows of nests resting beneath - that is, if Cypresswatcher's piercing gaze doesn't catch your eye first. Riverclan's Healers have dedicated their lives to the health of their clanmates, and it isn't a position they take lightly; so, if you ever find yourself injured or sick, then be sure to pay them a visit! (And yes, this includes that scrape you've been ignoring...)

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“What's a favourite memory you have that's taken place on RiverClan territory?”

“My absolute favorite?? Aw that’s hard I love so many memories.. uhmm… ok ok I got one! My favorite memory is when Ebonhaze and I went to the siren’s cove together, and we left our paw prints in some of the mud. We’ve been doing it since we were apprentices and it’s like a little visual reminder in the world of our lov- I mean our friendship! Ahem- uh next question please." — Kiwiheart

The siren's cove is a perfect spot for Riverclan's romantic melodies, in a secluded cave surrounded by the river, echoes against the walls give promise to any yearning warrior who wants to perfect their courtship harmony. Both romantic and platonic love are deeply valued in the hearts of Riverclan cats, and a large variety of customs are enough proof to back this! Family dens, woven together with moss, reeds and brambles host a variety of loving relationships, from a couple and their kits, to platonic soulmates, their shared den is decorated to celebrate their interests and mutual affections. Specific courtship rituals, similar to that of the songs in sirens cove-- go into flamboyant and earnest declarations of romantic confessions, a bouquet of flowers to be woven into one's nest to announce the start of a relationship followed by the finding of a smooth rock from the river to commit to an engagement, there's no limit to how passionate a Riverclan warrior can be.

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“What's one thing you'd like others to know about RiverClan's culture?”

“I think Riverclan places a lot of importance on its history, and sharing that through songs. Of course, not everyone can sing like a nightingale, but no one really minds that. At least I don't.” — Flopfeather

Riverclan is rich and deeply felt, taking artistic leaps into the depths of their culture. Song is not only for the romantic heart, but a tied connection to the very start of the clan. Tunes and lyrics are woven together to memorialize their history, passed down from generation to generation. Their admiration for the finer things continues to the bright blossoms across their territory, flowers of all types have meaning for more than den decoration and visual appreciation-- but flower language is often a hobby across waterweavers and shorekeepers a like, tied into their marriages, courting and formal attires. Territorial appreciation is not only carried to the rivers, but in the stars that reflect above. Riverclan has their own array of constellations, telling the story of the mighty Riverstar and even controversially-- starcrossed forbidden lovers.

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“What's your opinion on your council?”

"Camelliastar is a really good leader, you can tell just how much he loves his Clan. Sunrise is a really fun cat to be around. And I spend so much time hanging out with the healers. One of them, Larchbounce, is even like a mother to me." — Ebonypaw Riverclans council over the last couple moons have seen much change and development from where it once was, but do not let that fool you- they are just as devout and just as willing to serve in any way that they can! Every day they work tirelessly to aid their clan and do what they must to keep riverclan going each and every day. That said at the head of the helm lies Riverclans own Camelliastar, taking leadership after Mudstar's (now Mudstorm's) retirement, he leads the clan in a different angle than most. Followed by his deputy, Sunrise, a boisterous and bashful cat. He often can be found jesting around camp and hyping up his clanmates with his bellowing height and voice. That said, riverclan follows their rule happily, happy with them in charge. That said, the healer team is also one of the most notable parts of Riverclans ranks. After all! Like all the healer teams, Riverclans are just as devoted to their work and helping their clan, and through and through have an utmost duty to their work. Though! They aren’t sticklers either! More rather than not, you can find them doing what any Riverclan cat might, sunbathing, hunting, and even weaving and other crafts! Making them cats, had you not known they were healers? You might have mistaken them for just another part of riverclans eclectic ranks!