#you’re honor he’s my little meow meow

[karmawillcollectyourdebt]

may i offer a pretty Alois in this trying time?

[holylulusworld]

New year, new life

Summary: On New Year’s Eve your life changes forever.

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Alpine x fem!Reader 😉

Warnings: general cuteness, fluff, I got this idea from a post on social media (the chat)

A/N: Let’s start the new year with Bucky…shall we?

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Bucky,” you giggle as another message pops up on your phone. He left your home to get something important for your little party. “Look what your Daddy sent to me.”

You show the phone to Alpine, who resides next to you on the couch at the moment. The cat ignores the heart emoticon Bucky sent to you. He moves closer to you to curl in your side.

“Don’t be jealous, Alpine. Your Daddy just saw me first, is all.”

You reply, telling him you love him, along with a heart emotion. You smirk as he immediately replies, telling you he loves you more.

“Alpine, let me try something,” you snicker and take a picture of Alpine sleeping soundly on the couch. You sent the picture to Bucky, asking him if he loves you as much or more than his cat.

Bucky takes his time replying. When he finally does, you laugh at his response. 'Know your limit. 

“Aw, Daddy loves you more than me. What shall we do about it, Alpine?”

“Doll, I’m home!” Bucky chuckles as you walk toward him, a grim expression on your face and your arms crossed over your chest. “I give up!” He raises his hands in surrender, still, that stupid smirk on his face that he wore this morning.

“I don’t know if I want to spend New Year’s Eve with you,” you sniff. “A man who loves his cat more than me.”

“Baby, we both know if the building was on fire, you’d save Alpine before me,” your boyfriend points out.

“Yeah, because the poor sweet cat cannot save himself,” you coo as Alpine walks toward you to rub his head against your left calf. “Aw, just look at him. He’s so pretty, and soft.”

“Sometimes I believe you agreed to go out with me because of my cat.” Bucky searches your face, waiting for you to disagree. “Baby doll?”

You giggle.

“Aw, poor Bucky believed for a second that I only love you Alpine,” you say while glancing at the cat rubbing his head against your leg. 

“That’s not funny, Y/N,” Bucky grunts. “I hope you know; you won’t get your surprise if you keep on being a bad girl.”

You peck his scruffy cheek, smirking as you nuzzle his cheek. “You love that I’m a bad girl, Sergeant. Now, let me check if we got everything for our party.”

“Five, four, three, two, one,” you and Bucky count the last seconds of the year. You smile at each other and when the last second ticks by, you share a passionate kiss to welcome the new year.

“Happy New Year baby,” Bucky whispers against your lips. “I love you.”

“Happy New Year, Bucky,” you kiss him again. “I love you.”

“Wait here, I got something for you.” He steps away and calls for Alpine. “Come here, punk. It’s your time to shine.”

You laugh as Alpine trots inside the living room. He meows loudly and sits next to Bucky. 

“Punk, do your job,” Bucky points at you. “Go and get our girl.”

“What?” You crouch down to watch Alpine. He’s wearing a black neckerchief. ‘Will you marry my dad? Stands on the neckerchief. You reread the words, gasping loudly.

You look at Alpine, his neckerchief, and then at Bucky who crouches down next to Alpine to offer you a beautiful diamond ring. “Doll, as Alpine already asked, would you give me the honor to become Alpine’s mommy and my wife?”

“What? I…I,” you are speechless and a little shell-shocked. “Of course, I want to be Alpine’s mommy,” you grab Alpine to pepper kisses on his head.

“Doll…Y/N!” Bucky grunts as you cuddle his cat.

“Oh,” you smile softly and place Alpine on the ground. You scoot closer to Bucky to cup his face and kiss his nose, “and I’d be honored to become your wife.”

“Punk,” Bucky dips his head to glance at his cat, “you’re lucky she said yes. You almost screwed things up for us.”

“Aw, he could never screw things up,” you fist Bucky’s shirt to bring him closer. “But if you put that ring on my finger you can screw my brains out later…”

Tags in reblog.

[anintrovertedechoe]

QUESTION QUESTION QUESTION

what nicknames / terms of endearment do you think the brothers would call MC ?

to all the people who sent in prompt requests im so sorry it’s the illness i swear-

BUT ANYWAYS

Pet Names the Brothers Call MC

Lucifer

heart’s dearest

okay so i read this in a fic once and it’s a guilty pleasure of mine now i absolutely adore this pet name and fully believe Luce would call you this it’s canon guys there’s no room for objection

flower

you bloom in his presence and he will nourish your growth with everything he has to make sure you never wither away

darling

this one i think would be for either softer moments OR when he’s fed up with you and he’s like ‘darling, please get Cerberus off of you, he’s over 400 pounds it’s not safe for you to let him sit on you like that’ and ur jus like ‘hehe ouppy’

honorable mentions: dear/dearest, precious, dove, angel (teehee)

Mammon

treasure

cmon guys we all know that he would call you this it’s basically canon I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN RAHHH 🗣️🗣️‼️ he’s so sweet my baby mwah mwah. I can’t see him calling you jewel or ruby or anything like that it’s too formal for him. maybe diamond ??

birdie

yk how crows are his familiars? yeah. plus whenever he looks at you he feels his heart soar and he thinks not even the sky is the limit when it comes to the two of you. you just make him so happy bro :(

sweetheart

once again i think this could be used for softer or sadder moments BUT also when he’s like being silly or cheeky w you hes so babygirl coded he so meow

honorable mentions: darlin’, babe/baby, angel (he would also call you this but it’s less intense and more casual), human

cmon u thought I would forget? ur always gna be his human :)

Leviathan

let’s be so fr he would be so HESITANT to call you anything he’s so cringefail (affectionate) but let’s see hmm

player two

he wouldn’t be like ‘my player two :)’ but he would call you that affectionately while talking to you he’s a gamer he can’t help it !! ur always by his side, the best teammate he cld ask for :(

star

he calls you star whenever he’s like super excited like if you defeat a really hard level for him or together WITH him it’s really cute but he gets all embarrassed afterwards dbsjskjebe

sunshine

okay so ik what y’all are thinking, no way mans has the guts to call you this BUT HEAR ME OUT. he’s feeling vulnerable and sad and youre like the sun for him! he (lizard style) feels like he can bask in your warmth and you brighten his days. you’re comforting him while he’s resting his head on your shoulder and after a while he feels better, offering a shy smile and a, “thanks, sunshine.”

honorable mentions: henry, mana (u recharge him !!), oyster (he tried calling you pearl once but blurted out oyster instead. he doesn’t call you this but you refuse to let it go and he hates it #loserboy(affectionate))

Satan

kitten IM KIDDING IM KIDDING

my heart

cmon have you never heard his song ‘read my heart’ ??? you taught him how to love; you have such a tight grip on his heart that it might as well be yours by now

beautiful / gorgeous

this man is so smooth sometimes WITHOUT EVEN TRYING he genuinely finds you breathtaking he’s not even trying to be slick this is a genuine nickname for you,,,making kissy faces at him rn.

love / lovely / my love

he loves you send tweet. but he’s honestly so sweet and genuine about it. he has this precious small little smile on whenever he calls you it in public and he looks so boyish and sweet how can you not fall for him??? he left you with no choice

honorable mentions: my light, my fire, ladybird (regardless of gender)

Asmodeus

precious

you’re genuinely precious to him. this man adores you with every fiber of his being. you jus mean ??? everything to him???

cutie / cutiepie

ur just so adorable to him like LOOK AT THIS LITTLE HUMAN ??? adorable. when he’s feeling especially overwhelmed by you he pulls out the cutiepie and pinches your cheeks and sometimes it kinda hurts :(( dw tho he’ll treat you to an exclusive all inclusive asmo night just for the two of you if you let him know, so…no complaints here!

jewel

he may have been the jewel of the heavens but you’re by far the most precious jewel he has come across. he treats you like you’re priceless—only makes sense that the name fits the action.

honorable mentions: darling, sweetheart/sweetie, honey, lovely

Beelzebub

sweets

okay so he loves food but he doesn’t wanna call you something that’s OBVIOUSLY food related because he loves you in a different way he loves food yk??? and he wants you to know he sees you as more than that. so he calls you sweets because just thinking about you makes him feel like sugar’s melting softly on his tongue

flame

spoilers! yk the life candle incident thing? yeah. you basically are his life force with what you did. he’ll never forget that. you are his driving force, his life, his flame <3

bear

IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD AT FIRST but just listen okay 😭 it started off as teddy bear when he first started to try and come up with pet names for you but he didn’t like how that made you sound because yeah you may be human but you are the strongest being he has ever had the honor of meeting ?? you make him feel so capable and strong but the fact that you also have his back makes him feel…strange (he has butterflies guys)

honorable mentions: buzz (bees make honey plus based off a hc of what MC calls the boys), baby, fire

(i had such a hard time with him guys 😭)

Belphegor

bug / lovebug

LISTEN. THIS BITCH IS SO ANNOYING. (affectionate) he started calling you bug and you didn’t know where it came from and so you asked and he said ‘like a bedbug. bc ur annoying.’ he’s so mean i hate him :((( but he’s always been a bit of a brat what can u expect…definitely not him adding love to it. he called you lovebug when your guard was down and when you looked at him in shock the absolute cutest most sweet smile took over his face??? this is not fair cmon

bip / bips / bippy

it started as ‘personal body pillow’ bc belph is an entitled little mf and eventually got shortened to ‘bp’ pronounced ‘bip’ and then it evolved. complain all you want but you enable him by letting him use you as a personal pillow man. hes so cute when he shuts his mouth tho you can’t help it :((

bunny

he thinks its a cute nickname send tweet. but in all honestly belphie is sweet when he wants to be and he thinks ur super cute ! he usually calls you bunny when he’s teasing you but the name will slip out in an occasional moment of vulnerability <3

honorable mentions: babe, mommy (gn), buttercup, the first initial of your name

hopefully ygs like this i started struggling after a while 😭

parts of these come from bits of canon from my own inner world but honestly the boys all love you and are really sweet so ☹️🫶

beel and belphie were especially hard because i really think they would mostly just use variations of your name but I TRIED MY BEST HOPEFULLY IT WAS TO UR SATISFACTION

send an ask over if you want me to do the dateables or alternatively, what MC/you call the brothers!

[owl127]

@ianthesmells in her endless talent and grace, drew Anubis from "Coffee & Scones" universe. So of course I had to write a drabble about it. --

There was a point of exhaustion when the letters on the Harrow’s laptop screen were an artistic display of unrecognizable forms and shapes. As her power point deck shimmered while performing aquatic dances instead of the data summary Harrow needed, she called it a night. Her phone blinked on the hotel’s nightstand, silent and ignored. Dulcinea had insisted on going to the bars with the other grad students, and she undoubtedly was sending Harrow unimportant photos to document the night’s proclivities. Harrow was not interested.

There was a lack of honor in the inebriation that Harrow despised.

Besides, she was the last presenter of the conference, and breakfast started at 7am sharp. There was no time for banal things such as “networking”.

She picked her phone to text Ianthe—her girlfriend was extremely efficient in calming Harrow’s nerves for her presentation—but frowned at the multiple pings from her plethora of diverse messaging apps; that is, all two of them.

She opened Instagram with a trembling finger.

Her first reaction wasn’t shock, since it took a good ten seconds for Harrow to recognize Anubis. Once she did, her cheeks burned with a drizzling mix of anger and amusement.

Much like his owner, Anubis was petite, a once tiny little black runt that grew into a tiny black demon. He had a history of fighting against collars, so Harrow never attempted to indulge herself by forcing him into funny little blankets shaped like denim jackets.

That was why, when she finally recognized her cat in a sheep costume framed by Coronabeth’s cleavage, she squeaked in surprise. To her horror, the little cricket looked adorable, and Corona’s massive volleyball fans had already adopted him as a mascot, with thousands of notifications in the photo. There was also a video of Anubis prancing around in the immaculate sheep uniform, his ears poking from the furry headset like sharp rocks on a field of camellias. Corona took the stage presenting the adorable cat, but Harrow knew better. She knew who was recording it, who had probably ordered the costume, and who had tagged Harrow in the viral videos.

“Hi, love. How’s the conference?” Ianthe picked up on the second ring. Harrow heard Corona’s voice in the background, and a suspicious purr that meant Anubis was around and enjoying the attention overflow.

“That’s animal abuse.”

“What do you mean?” 

Harrow heard the tilt in Ianthe’s voice. She knew exactly what Harrow meant, and she loved it.

“I left him with you for forty-eight hours and you already defamed him.”

“Harry,” Ianthe started, and Anubis meowed in the background, followed by Corona’s squeak. “The poor thing was cold, and Corona happened to snap a picture. He’s enjoying fame.”

“Leave him alone.”

“He already has his own TikTok and Instagram account.” At least there was a tinge of apology in Ianthe’s tone.

“Ianthe,” Harrow warned.

“Corona and Camilla will run it. And we can have more privacy at your place while they petsit him.”

“My place is fine!”

“Tell that to Anubis when he’s staring me down while I strap—”

Harrow hung up.

A minute later, Ianthe called. Harrow picked up after the third call.

“He’s okay, I promise,” Ianthe said as a greeting, and the background noise diminished. Harrow imagined Ianthe hiding from her sister’s enthusiasm in her room. “You know I’d never let anything bad happen to him.”

“I just want to be informed before I receive hundreds of follow requests because my cat looked adorable in a sheep costume.”

“Aww, so you also think he’s adorable?”

“You’re deflecting.” Harrow closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day wash over her. “I miss you,” she whispered.

“I miss you too. You’ll do fine tomorrow. I promise.”

There was something visceral in believing a promise from Ianthe Tridentarius’ mouth. A chill ran down her vertebrae.

“Also, what are you wearing?”

She might as well use the energy into something good.

[gotta-pet-em-all]

One last happy ending

Fuck it. Asriel deserves nice things.

You have been here for a long time. You are not Frisk. But you pushed them. You guided them. Every time they felt like giving up, you were there. All for now. All for this. Standing in front of the last resident of an empty world.

“You are the only thing left that can destroy their happy ending,” Flowey says. “If you RESET, you’d have the power to override even my memories.”

“I could,” you meow in acknowledgement, “but that wouldn’t solve anything. And Frisk would get mad at me.”

“You like Frisk more than me,” he pouts.

“You looked at Frisk, and only saw me. I’ve been dead for a long time.”

“And whose fault is that?” Flowey grumbles. His vines twitch impatiently, watching you. “I could get rid of every threat to their happiness right now.”

“That doesn’t sound like something that a SOULLESS person would say.”

“What would you know? I was created to destroy the barrier, but I can’t leave like this. I’m horrible and awful and twisted. I’ll kill everyone. I’ll kill you. I won’t learn anything!”

“I don’t want to fight you, brother,” you tell him. “I want to go home.”

“I shouldn’t go. I don’t even have a SOUL, I can’t feel anything, I’ve told you that I’m not going!”

“I don’t have a body.” You let that sink in. “You know that. You’ve been staying at my grave, to honor my memory, but I’m right here, Asriel.”

“...you’re not a good person,” he finally says. “You weren’t a good sibling.”

“What would a SOULLESS abomination know about being a good person?” You miss the physicality of grinning. You know you’ve won. “We can go together. Find mom and Asgore.”

“She always liked you best. And they’re divorced, shithead! You can’t RESET that away!”

“Maybe I’m tired of RESETTING. Maybe I want to own up to the past so we can move on. The barrier is open. We can leave.” You move a little closer. “You said you didn’t want to leave my dead body. Well, I’m not leaving the husk that talks like my brother.”

His face twists in anger. That’s fine. He can be angry. Because you weren’t a good sibling. But you’re not going to leave him alone. Never again.

[writingseaslugs]

Che'nya: Calling Him "Baby Girl"

Che’nya is technically my little meow meow, but I had to do the Baby Girl for him. I might do a meow meow post as a follow up for this man at a later date though when I’m not so busy.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Che’nya: Baby Girl

You could hear the tell-tale sign of chuckling coming from a distance and you hummed, knowing exactly who it belonged to. You were walking alongside Ace, Deuce, and Grim, on your way back to Ramshackle dorm for studying. Ace and Deuce looked around, confused about the laughter that was now filtering through their ears, not seeing anyone. You just sighed and looked down at Grim who was very unimpressed. He, at least, knew the chuckle well enough. It was always echoing in your dorm, after all.

“Is that my baby girl I’m hearing?” You decide to call out, and the laughter increased until you saw Che’nya’s head appearing in front of you. He had on his normal Cheshire grin and Adeuce both gasped in shock, not realizing Che’nya had even snuck over onto campus.

“Is that what you’re calling me now?” Che’nya chuckled, the rest of him appearing in front of you, pulling you by your hand until you were almost buried in his chest, “I’m so honored, kitty-cat.” He said and now your other boys were gagging.

“We’re just going to go back to our dorm.” Deuce said, a bit awkwardly at that. It’s not like you and Che’nya were overly affectionate when you were all hanging out, but apparently it only took one time for Che’nya to kiss you in front of the boys for them to be traumatized.

“Take me with you!” Grim said, hopping onto Ace’s back. The red head fought back a little before giving in, and the trio left. You could only turn to Che’nya with a disappointed sigh.

“You’re only hugging me to get them to scatter…aren’t you?” You sighed into his chest. Che’nya snickered at your realization, loving how easy it was to get your friends to leave you. He was fine with hanging out with the Freshmen on occasion, but sometimes he just wanted it to be the two of you.

“Awe, caught so fast?” He said, faking a pout as he begins dragging you off to your dorm.

“You know I was supposed to help them study, right?” You teased, grabbing onto his arm as you two walked.

“Riddle can deal with that.” Che’nya waved off cheerily and you rolled your eyes dramatically at your boyfriend’s antics.

“Such a troublesome, baby girl.” You muttered, making Che’nya pause and turn around. You guys just past the open gates of Ramshackle when he lifted your chin to stare into your eyes.

“I gotta say, I think that title suits you more…mind if I start calling you that, baby girl?” He teased, loving how your heart spiked at the suggestion. He lifted your face for a quick kiss before letting you go.  

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[rodolfoparras]

MERRY CHRISTMAS SWEETIE! (And happy holidays in general 🫶)

I ENDED UP NAMING MY PRECIOUS BOY MILO LIKE YOU SUGGESTED! (My Soon to be giant kitty) HE’S GETTING BIGGER ALREADY! AS I WRITE THIS HES CURLED UP WITH ME HAVING A NAP

It’s now stuck in my head that price was the stereotypical type of guy who said he doesn’t want a cat/cats and wouldn’t participate in caring for ‘the little bugger under any conditions’. but ended up getting one for Christmas as a gift from the 141 (I couldn’t chose who this is just in my head and I need to ramble) and to no one’s surprise it became like his child. He’d come home to a little furry bundle weaving around his feet and meowing at him, letting it sleep on his pillow up next to his head and buying it its own presents for special occasions.

That’s my little ramble for the week, Mwah!

-🎸 anon

HELLO 3937:7 I AM SO HONORED SUGAR😭😭 idk why but milo is such a sweet and pretty name and definitely fits ur little baby that will grow into the sweetest AND prettiest boy😌🫶🏻

Hear me out bc I love love love this so much

Let’s say soap picked up a stray took it home back to base and it’s an old chubby feisty little gray cat

While the rest of 141 are getting familiar with the cat price had yet to find out about him because he’d been out on a mission so when Price walks in and goes to sit on his favorite couch he sees an uninvited guest sitting on the spot and price is like what is that ?;?; and soaps acting all innocent like that’s a cat sir and price is like I know that what is it doing in here and soaps like sir we found him outside can we please keep him and price is looking at the rest of 141 for back up but they’re either avoiding his gaze or petting the cat and he’s like fuck me.. alright but keep that thing out of the kitchen and out of my chair and gaz is like his name is Leo and price is like don’t care if I see a single hair in my food all four of you are getting kicked out

So that’s when 141 decide to keep him but price is still very cautious around leo

Leo calls out to price bc he wants pets and price is like nope forget it and leaves the area entirely one time he almost sat directly on top of leo bc he was hiding under a pillow on the couch price jumped so high he’s sure his soul left his body and ever since then he lifts every pillow and check to make sure that he doesn’t squish leo to death with his Voluptuous ass

One night it’s pouring outside and price just happens to look at the spot where leo usually rests and he notices that he isn’t there and he’s thinking to himself he can’t be out there its pouring outside and he scrolls through Channels and tries to think about something else but he can’t help but notice how strong the wind is blowing and he’s cursing under his breath as he walks up to the door, opens it and in flies leo soaked to the bone before he goes to warm up next to one of the old elements and he’s talking to leo like why would even go outside in this weather he’d quickly stop when he realizes he’s basically talking to himself here

Leo starts relying on price to open doors for him when he sneaks out and every time price will scold him like a child before realizing how ridiculous he sounds and one time when he opens the door for Leo, the cat comes up to him asking for pets and he’s like no no you’re wet- (heavy sigh) you don’t really listen do you? He’d said before petting leo gently

[tmd-clangen]

MOON 0 | SMILING MOON

As the two strange rogues fled, Heartstripe came to a sudden halt. “Cosmos above! Foxpaw, are you alright?!” Heartstripe cried, veering over to her apprentice. At this point she didn’t care if the other cats got away as long as she ensured his safety. I can’t possibly let Star Night down on the honor of mentorship! But this isn’t about you right now, Heartstripe!

Foxpaw shook himself briskly as the two rogues fled up the slope and away, growling. “Yeah, I’m fine!” he replied, frustrated, though the tone wasn’t a jab at her. “Just all scratched up now…”

Heartstripe pressed her paws to his fur to part the tufts and look closer at each of the red marks on his pelt. “Are you sure you’re okay?! We should get back to camp quickly, wounds shouldn’t stay out in the cold for so long, that’s not good–”

“I promise I’m completely alright, they don’t even hurt that bad. Please don’t worry too much, I’m okay,” Foxpaw meowed, backing away from her a little and smiling lightly. “That tom that attacked me seemed pretty young and inexperienced. They both seemed really little.”

Heartstripe nodded slowly, having made the same observation. The pitches of the tom’s voices, their shorter statures, the lightness of the wounds… It’s likely they’re not any older than six moons, maybe even younger. “Okay. Well, still, we ought to return quick. Star Night is going to want to hear about this. And you know Asterhaze is serious about never leaving even the smallest things unattended.”

“Yup yup, I gotchu,” Foxpaw replied humoredly. “Let’s go then.” He stuck his bushy tail up high and turned around to leave the other way.

Heartstripe let out a pressed sigh, catching up to him and taking the lead. “As if we didn’t already have enough problems to worry about… now there’s the possibility of rogues,” she fretted.

Foxpaw shrugged his shoulders, then said, surprisingly grimly, “Well, they might not be a problem for long, if the next moon turns out to be a blood moon. The beasts will take care of ‘em for us… you know, what usually happens?”

“I don’t wish that fate on any cat, even if they oppose us!” Heartstripe murmured sharply. “I’m rather appalled you think that way–”

“I mean! Not to say I like that happening to anyone, either!” Foxpaw tried hurriedly to repair his statement. “But it’s just… you know. That’s what happens all the time. We have an outsider problem and we don’t interfere because we know we’re guarded enough already and, nature will, well…”

“All right, why don’t we just stop talking about this,” Heartstripe laughed strainedly, trying to put an end to the topic. It’s a little uncomfortable to see he thinks this way… I have no doubt it’s because of Glowroar. She shook her head thinking of the violence-happy golden tom. “I understand what you’re saying but Star Night is going to want to hear about this issue anyway.”

And I need to see how I can resolve this, to a permanent end, Heartstripe thought to herself, brows furrowing slightly as she gazed off into the starry sky. It’s my duty, now.

"Anyway, you think you did good?"

Foxpaw exclaimed proudly, "For sure! I think that's been one of my better training sessions recently! And next time, I won't get all clawed up by some little cats."

“During a training outing, Heartstripe suggests to Foxpaw that this would be a good time for them to practice all sorts of things. Foxpaw gives her all he’s got! However, when they’re about to leave, they have a stressful encounter with two strange cats. While the assumed rogues get away unharmed and Foxpaw is left scratched up, Heartstripe is determined to tell Star Night everything and figure out how to end this new problem.”

[evilwriter37]

Last night I made an Amazon wish list for the babies instead of doom scrolling and I thought I’d send you an ask since your followers probably know more about my pets than my own. So, if anyone has the ability and wants to get my babies anything, feel free.

If you’re a follower of Archer and somehow managed to dodge all of my asks with my babies, then here’s an introduction.

This is Mora. She is a five year old long haired calico with a tiny little bobtail. She was born with it according to vets. She was found in a ditch when she was just a couple weeks old with her siblings. I kept her while her siblings all found homes elsewhere.

She is a spunky, clumsy, cuddly little girl. When I say little, I mean little. She weighs five pounds. She likes to play with her claws and lay on my head when I’ve slept I’m too long. She drools when she’s happy and gives the most pitiful, pathetic meow when she’s upset, like when I try to get her to take her allergy medicine. . . She is winning on that regard. I’ll think I’ve gotten her to take it and then boom! Ten minutes later I find it in the middle of the room. I don’t know how she does it.

This is Nebula. She is a six year old short haired dilute calico. She found me the day that one of our old family pets passed away and has been with me ever since.

She is very calm, precise, and deadly. She enjoys going outside and taking care of the rat problem we have. She will wake me up in the middle of the night of she hears something skittering in the walls. Once she snuck a cicada inside. Don’t worry though, she’s well watched when she goes outside by both me and people who work nearby. They’ve tried to give her pets but alas, she only likes them from me. Truly an honor.

This is Tiadrin. She is a two year old lhasa apao and poodle mix. She came into my life soon after the passing of my best friend.

She is energetic (as all puppies seem to be), very friendly, and just all around so sweet. She loves playing fetch and sharing her opinions. If I do not give her a treat before bed. . . Oh, dear, is everyone going to know. She’s not just a spoiled little girl though. No, no, no. She is very smart and we are currently working on some training. I just need to figure out how to make her stay still for long enough to learn that no matter how much she wants to say hi to every person she meets, the leash is not going to go slack. . . She’s so small though that the harness I have for her is loose (but of course if I get a size smaller it’ll be too small) and she can slip out of it. I persist regardless!

This is Brother Bear. He is an eleven year old lab mix. I got him when he was just an itty bitty baby with his sister (who is no longer with us).

He is a very anxious baby. He and his sister were very, very close and since she passed he’s been so very lost. He found some comfort in my boy Scooby but now he’s no longer with us either. He and Nebula have been grieving together.

It’s not all sadness for this boy though. Despite his arthritis and several other health issues, he is still so energetic and so loving. He can out play me any day. He gives my hand kisses and lets me give him long hugs. We often times just lay with each other by our side. He is such a comforting, calming presence with far more patience than I will ever have.

So, here’s some more about the babies if you knew them already and here’s your introduction if you don’t. I’m starting up school in a couple months and most of my money will be going towards that when I can finally find a job, so if you want to spoil them while I can’t, please feel free to!

I love your pets so much, but you already knew that. I'm sure my followers love them too!

Spoil their pets if you can! They're cuties!

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG91 relisten notes (my favorite episode!!)

MIIIIIIKEEEEEEE 🥹🥹‼️🫶🏼🫶🏼❤️🥰

he is the love of my life your honor

Jon is just taking L after L this season

“you need to learn some respect” YES MIKE GET HIM !!!

A leitner killed his parents ffs

Mans really went through entities like clothes in a changing room ICON

He and Gerry would have such a good time together I think

He really looked at the distortion and said “girlie you took the wrong shape, here lemme show you 🙄💅🏼”

I know this is literally 20 minutes of Mike himself telling us he’s a pretty terrible person but I am going to IGNORE it he is my little meow meow

“Archivist, take my mercy and leave” THAT SHIT’S COOOLD

Fuck you Daisy both in general but ESPECIALLY for pulling this shit

this scene is just SO well done you can hear exactly what’s going on ah I love it (from an audio interest point of view LMAO)

When Jon says “You’re gonna kill us?” and he doesn’t get an answer so he mumbles “you’re gonna kill…” and looks over to Mike! I just KNOW that despite what Mike just did to him he has lived through Mike’s statement and so many others where he is involved I am convinced Jon still feels like they KNOW each other on another level and he doesn’t want to see him dead

Jon: “I didn’t kill anyone!” Basira: “Daisy, look at him” Jon-pathetic-little-man confirmed !!

“get a shovel” WHAT IF I CRY HUH???? WHAT IF I BREAK DOWN SOBBING RN ??? YOU JUST KILLED MY FAVORITE LITTLE WINDY MAN !!

Rip shortie, I don't know how you did it but this fandom apparently loses all sense of direction and morality when it comes to your torment-full existence

[apriltearsbringmayfears]

Oh wow! You definitely have talent here. As much as I'd love to flood your inbox with requests, I also do hope you're taking time for yourself. You deserve all the good things in life.

Anyways, I would love to request the M6 getting a haircut from MC? With some extra fluff, if possible.

Thank you very kindly. I hope to see more of your work on here soon.

~M6 Getting a Haircut from MC~

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it. I apologize if there isn't enough fluff. Midterms were this week and I've been a little sidetracked. However, my requests are always open or if you want me to write something more personal (like a oneshot) about a specific character, feel free to DM me (100% free, I don't do commissions :D ) 

Asra:

Asra has most definitely cut his hair himself before

However, he’d much rather have you do it

His hair has gotten a little shaggy, fully covering his eyes

Asra runs his fingers through his wavy hair and moves in front of you, inches away from your face

“MC, could you give me a trim? I can’t see you’re beautiful face enough-“

You run your fingers through his hair, almost massaging his scalp

His hair is incredibly soft (fun fact: that's canon)

He’s looking up at you the entire time, his hand planted on your waist

After, he looks in the mirror and smiles softly, “Absolutely gorgeous, MC”

He kisses all over your face, pulling you close

Nadia:

To be cutting her hair is a true honor and privilege

Only specific servants or well-known stylists have cut it in the past

But one day she looks at you and the thought entertains her

She’s feeling risky 

“Darling, would you like to try trimming my hair? Just my pesky dead ends..?”

She’s watching you like a hawk, giving directions (lovingly)

Her hair is silky smooth with a natural shine

It turns out great, she starts twirling her hair with a finger, admiring it

“You deserve a reward darling, anything you want~”

There’s a suggestive gleam in her eye

She decides to pop a special bottle of wine and have a nice dinner prepared

Julian:

Julian usually cuts his hair

But one day he thinks it might be fun to look up to you and have you do it for him

Not that he doesn’t already look up at you a lot of the time anyways *cough cough*

He’s twiddling his thumbs once you start cutting, face red 

His hair is pretty coarse and soft to the touch

You brush his hair from the front of his face, he leans into your hand

“You’re so good at this, MC”, he grins

Sort of gives you puppy dog eyes the entire time

He most definitely has you standing in between his legs, his thighs almost trapping you

After it’s done, he runs his hands through his hair “Mazelinka is going to be impressed, you know?”

He buys you a drink after, proudly showing off his new cut

Muriel:

Muriel has always been the one to cut his hair

Not sure if “cut” is the right word, it’s more like chop

He’s never given much thought about his hairstyle

You ask if you can cut it because it’s getting a little long and you can tell he’s getting a bit annoyed at the length

“I…uhh, I guess”, he looks away blushing

His hair is a little rough, with lots of dead ends but still soft and easy to take care of

At first, he’s tense, his shoulders are bunched up

But after a while, his shoulders go down and he closes his eyes

He finds it comforting and peaceful, leaning into you

After it’s done and he sees the end result, he just smiles

Pulls you close and kisses your forehead, “Thank you, MC”

Portia:

In the past, Portia would cut her hair herself or have Mazelinka cut her hair 

“You know what would be fun, MC?”

She practically bounces in front of you, curls bobbing up and down

“If we cut each other's hair!!”, she beams a bright smile

While you’re cutting, her feet are patting the ground in excitement

Her hair is soft, her curls are very defined and somehow never become frizzy

Pepi comes out of nowhere, looking at the situation and meowing in delight

“She says you’re doing a wonderful job~”

After the haircut, Portia won’t stop telling everyone what an amazing job you did

She’s incredibly proud

Lucio:

Lucio is the pickiest about who cuts his hair

His pride and joy are his looks (other than you)-

He quickly realizes that not many people want to cut his hair anymore, urging him to ask you

His hair is smooth, he takes well care of it

He’s directing you the entire time

“No, no, like this-“

He has photos for reference (paintings of himself)

He takes your hands and directs you on how to cut

His thumb is lovingly circling your palm

“There you go, sweetheart, just like that~”

He ends up loving it, and won’t stop looking at himself in the mirror

[white-boy-bracket]

Artemis didn’t want to be sitting outside- it was hot according to his standards, and he didn’t exactly want to be in the same general area as when he had discovered the corpse of, apparently, Percy and Grover’s former friend.

So when Mangus, Percy, and Stanley (who had some sort of cephalopod type creature on his shoulders) approached Artemis, he was understandably miffed. It wasn’t as though they’d done anything wrong last night-- well, Magnus had been a bit strange-- but Artemis didn’t even want to think about that… ‘pee-pee party’. At least that sword wasn’t there. 

They’d had Prosper and Firestar (and Graystripe) with them- it seemed as though Graystripe was loath to be left alone with a bunch of ‘two-legs’ (Artemis wondered inwardly if Firestar had once been a ‘kitty-pet’- he certainly seemed much more acclimated to people and knew the correct words for some things), so Artemis didn’t really have much of a choice but to follow them outside. They sat in a circle on the grass (which Artemis also wasn’t thrilled about).

The approaching party of three sat down near Firestar, and Percy spoke first.

“We need to ask for your help,” he said, rather seriously. Percy pulled out his own amulet from underneath his (horrendously) orange shirt.

“Annabeth and Stanley’s Narrator were… taken.” Percy said sorrowfully.

“We need to get them back.” Stanley signed in ASL, the octopus on his shoulder speaking his words aloud.

“We’ve got a plan, to use the amulets-- we can use them to sneak all of us in, if one person manages to get to the Showrunner’s prison.”

Artemis furrowed his brow, “How do you suggest we do that? The arena is impenetrable.”

“We go in during a round.” Magnus says slyly. “And that’s why we need your help.”

Magnus pointed to Graystripe (whose fur stood on end), and gave Firestar a questioning look. “Would that be… could you do that? This is really important to us.”

Firestar tilted his head, “What do you want me to do? And why point at Graystripe? He doesn’t- he’s not-” Firestar looked uncomfortable, “he’s never been around two-legs before.”

“Oh, sorry,” Magnus said, “Uh-”

Artemis jumped in, “Of course- Graystripe isn’t competing. You want him to sneak in and teleport the rest of you out, don’t you?”

“Yeah-” Percy said, “Exactly. Graystripe even already has a necklace.”

“If that’s something you’re willing to risk.” Stanley signed carefully, the octopus taking a gentle sort of tone.

Firestar said, “You phrase that like we’re fragile little kitty-pets. We’ve both done far more dangerous things- Graystripe is a great warrior and I’m leader of my clan. We’re not afraid.”

“So, that’s a yes?” Stanley asked.

“No, I need to ask Graystripe. He doesn’t speak two-leg.”

Firestar then meowed to Graystripe, who thought for a single instant, and then  meowed back, honestly sounding a bit offended. Firestar touched his nose to Graystripe’s pelt, looking embarrassed. The two meowed back and forth for a brief while, Firestar gradually looking more and more uncomfortable. 

Eventually, it seemed as though Graystripe relented. 

“He’ll do it,” Firestar said, though neither of them looked happy (Graystripe looked suspicious and Firestar looked embarrassed).

“Aw, great!” Percy said enthusiastically. “So, next round?”

“Thank you.” Stanley signed emphatically. “I hope that my Narrator may become friends with you. He’s a kitten right now, and you both seem to be very honorable cats.”

Firestar dipped his head, but notably didn’t translate that to Graystripe. 

Artemis said, “What’s your plan for once you get out of the death zone?”

“Allow me to explain how this is working.” the octopus said, pushing itself up from Stanley’s shoulder’s and looking more directly at the group.

“I am the Timekeeper. I, along with Stanley, the Line™, and the Narrator, originated from the Parable. The Parable is a confusing, contradictory, sort of place. It holds you captive and entwines you into its fabric in ways that even I can only begin to comprehend. I am connected to beings of the Parable. I can sense where others are, in a general sort of way, if I focus.”

Artemis nodded- it made sense, “And you’re informing us of this plan because we, too, have the necklaces.”

“Amulets,” Prosper muttered.

“Amulets,” Artemis corrected himself.

“Yeah,” Said Percy.

Artemis paused, “Speaking of Alastor, has he returned to your head yet, Prosperity?”

“No,” Prosper said, looking worried, “I think the Showrunner has him.”

Firestar looked like he was going to comfort Prosper physically, but decided against it. Because of Graystripe, Artemis thought- he was sure now that Firestar had had at least some connection to two-legs before; he wouldn’t look so embarrassed about it if he hadn’t.

“I’m sure we’ll find him,” Firestar said, “and besides, I think our accompanying Percy and his friends will actually make it more likely that all of us won’t be killed- Showrunner seems to like us. Artemis, Prosper, and I, that is.”

“We should all go together,” said Magnus.

Stanley signed, “Team Lit and Team Leverage.”

“Team…… Litvrage,” Said Percy.

“Team Litvrage,” Said Artemis, somewhat tiredly.

“Hell Yeah.” signed Stanley.

(cowritten by @misspelled-magic)

[ladyknightskye]

I have been tagged by @quietwingsinthesky

Your name: Megs or Skye. I accept Meg and Hey You as well.

Your first fandom(s): Saint Seiya. Technically Sailor Moon. They were the first ones I wrote fic for, but Saint Seiya is the one where I had the my first fandom experiences. I used to hang out on Rusty Old Ankh's Saint Seiya Forum all the time. Stayka (A German fan who had her own website) wherever you are out there, shout out, you were always my model of how to act in fandom and I hope life is treating you well.

Your current fandom(s): Active fandoms that I still engage with all the time - Supernatural and Halo. Fandoms that I vibe with and sometimes reblog stuff about - Mandalorian, Reylo, Hannibal, Transformers.

How did you first get into fandom? So, I loved Saint Seiya and Sailor Moon, and decided one day when I had unrestricted access to a school computer to search them up. Stayka I mentioned up there? Her fan fic archive was my first exposure to fandom and I loved it. Mostly because I constructed these elaborate massively multiplayer crossover stories in my head, and how cool would it be to share them with the world?

How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces? Y'all, it's been nineteen, slutty, slutty years. Probably a little longer, but my earliest memories of really engaging was in my freshman year of high school.

How often do you read fanfics? Pretty often. I'm horrible about starting long fics and then not finishing them though.

Top three characters from your current fandom(s):

Supernatural: Dean, Lucifer, Castiel, my poor little sopping wet meow meows. I just, I love them your honor.

Halo: Master Chief John-117, Cortana, and Fred-104. My sweet gentle giants and the crazy awesome AI. They did ya dirty girl. Seriously though, I have all kinds of love for Fred and John. They are bae.

Transformers: Optimus Prime (in all his incarnations), Megatron (also all of his incarnations), Soundwave (most incarnations). Look, Optimus Prime is my beloved, my husband, my knight in shining armor, and I've yet to meet a version I didn't love in some way. Megatron is by turns awesome because he's just so deliciously evil or awesome because bitch has a point. IDW-1 Megs is admittedly my favorite because he had this journey from pacifist to warmonger to atoner that was beautiful. Soundwave, I say more incarnations because there are some versions I vibe with less, but I love that he's the stoic with fourteen kids.

Have you ever written fic for a fandom?

Have I???? Ever written fic??? I'm pretty sure you can still find my Saint Seiya fics from nineteen years ago on FFN. Look up "Niteskye" or "LadyKnightSkye." I have no shame.

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom?

Okay, this one not as much as the fan fic, but yes, I do have fan art of Saint Seiya, Sailor Moon, and others floating around.

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

Look, I don't care if literally no one else agrees with me, but Lucifer SPN would have fucking rolled over and showed his belly if just one character had shown him affection without overtly mistrusting him and giving him shit. We talk a lot about Dean being a creature of Love (because he is) but so is Lucifer. His entire motivation for everything was love, and yes, he's a selfish bastard, but even selfish bastards want to feel loved. He is also touch starved like Hell because he was stuck alone in a cage for millennia.

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Depends on the friend. Also depends on where I met them. I am making my husband start Supernatural from the beginning with me because maybe with his encouragement I will actually be able to start season six.

And finally, what does fandom mean to you?

Home. Like, with the exception of college and the SCA, I've never really felt like I've totally belonged anywhere but in fandom spaces.

I am tagging... @heavenssexiestangel @authortobenamedlater and anyone else who wants to do this. :)

[masterofrecords]

Angstober day 8: Haunted Pet

The Corner

Scalpel was staring at the corner. Again.

Elisa squatted and patted the kitten’s head. No reaction.

“Come on. I made fishcakes today. Aren’t you happy I got off work early?”

That finally earned her a rumbly meow and an affectionate headbutt. Elisa smiled, “Well, I don’t know about people, but the way to your heart certainly lies through your stomach, eh?”

She picked up the little ginger menace and carried him over to the food bowl. “I wish someone was as easy to please…”

Elisa plopped herself into the armchair, kicked her feet up onto the coffee table and proceeded to coo at the kitten for a few more minutes. Once she grew bored of that, she let herself fully melt into the chair and whine.

“I’m so tired, Scalpel! I wish the hospital would hire more pathologists, but I guess everyone wants to be surgeons, or open their own private practice… Ugh. Look at me talking to my cat. I’m turning into one of those sad old ladies.”

Scalpel finished his food and was happily washing up. Elisa considered following his example and taking a bath, but getting up and heating water sounded like way too much effort. She stayed in the chair and closed her eyes.

“Maybe I need to get laid,” she wondered out loud. “Or ask the pretty detective out. And then get laid. Do you think she likes me, Scalpel? You’re her gift, surely you know.”

There was no answer, and Elisa had definitely spent way too much time on her own or with dead bodies if she expected one.

The room felt cold, and Elisa wondered if she should invest in some new blankets. It wouldn’t be a problem, of course, if she didn't have to sleep alone, but that was neither here nor there.

“Scalpel? What do you say to a cuddle?”

Her call was once more ignored. With effort, she peeled her eyes open and craned her head at an uncomfortable angle to try and see where he’d run off to.

“Scalpeeeel, you know this isn’t an offer I extend to guys, like, ever. You should feel honored. Come on, I promise I love you and I’m not just using you for your warmth and fluffiness.”

Elisa almost fell off her chair in an effort to find her beloved ball of stupidity. He could be rather stealthy when he wanted to, which wasn’t often but usually troublesome.

Scalpel was staring at the empty corner.

Again.

Except this time he was also hissing at it, arching his tiny back and making his fur stand on ends, almost doubling his size.

“Scalpel? Hey, what is it? Did the neighbors get a dog or something?”

Even as she said it, Elisa knew it was a stupid idea. That corner faced outside, on the second floor. At worst, there could be some birds outside, but she couldn’t hear any.

In fact, she couldn’t hear anything.

Elisa shivered, herself not knowing why, and hurried over to scoop up the kitten and hug it to her chest.

“Hey, hey, there’s nothing there, okay?”

She looked outside. Most lights were out already, but it was still strange for the street to be so quiet. Elisa hugged the kitten tighter, and forced a smile, “And if anything is there, I’ll deal with it, okay? Your mom is cool, you know. I cut up corpses every day, I know my way around a knife and the most effective ways to kill a man.”

The most effective ways though were the weird ones. The ones the pretty detective wanted to know about and that Elisa couldn’t fully explain.

Scalpel refused to calm down, and Elisa ended up soothing him through the night, a candle in front of her and a stack of blankets over them both. An ominous feeling that had granted her insight into many a covered up murder kept her awake, and she kept her eye on both the flame and Scalpel, refusing to close her eyes out of sheer stubbornness.

If she took Scalpel to work the next day and proceeded to pass out on the emergency couch, well… She would omit that unsightly detail if she ever got to ask her detective friend for help with the strange occurrence.

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Why, oh why did I have to write 700 words of mostly Elisa pining when I have a headache... Anyway, masterpost link

[variantia]

Anonymous said : The cat was very intrigued by the sparkly thing in front of him. He meows cutely and swats at the fake vision playfully. “Meeoorrrw~”

/   VENTI / BARBATOS.

          Even though it doesn’t glow like a real Vision, the light still reflects off it.   Enough to probably catch the interest of a person, never mind a curious little cat.   For whatever reason, the sight of him pawing at it brings a smile to Venti’s face.

          He tries to think back to the last time he felt so relaxed and at peace, the last time he saw something so simple and beautiful, but ... it really has been a while.   Just his luck that the simple and beautiful thing he’s seeing now is something he’s allergic to !

          Still, he laughs and uses his other hand to gently scratch behind the cat’s ears with yet another sneeze and couple of sniffles.   “   Ehe ... look at you !   The mightiest and cleverest little feline in all of Mondstadt !   I am HONORED that you sought my attention out of anyone else’s.   Are you sure there isn’t someone out there looking for you, precious thing ?   If I were your owner ... snfff ... guh ... I’d certainly be missing you by now.   You’re really all by yourself, huh ?   ”

          The fake Vision sways some more, with Venti briefly bringing it up out of the cat’s reach before bringing it back down.   “   ... Ah, that’s alright.   We can be by ourselves TOGETHER, sweet boy.   If you think you can tolerate my sneezing and sniffling and horrible jokes, you can stay with me for as long as you like.   ”

[swampclanclangen]

Month 4 - Greenleaf

Paletail pads across the clearing, tail swaying happily behind him. He spots the stretched out body of Dawnfrost laying in one of the many sunbeams filling the camp. Smiling, he changes course, slowing his pawsteps to a stalk. Paletail crouches down a few tail lengths away, wiggling his hindquarters. Taking in a deep breath, he launches himself forward, landing belly first on top of the smaller tom.

Dawnfrost grunts, eyes shooting open as all the breath leaves his body. Laughing erupts above him and he looks up with a sharp glare, spotting his friend.

“Paletail.” He growls. Dawnfrost twists his upper body and pushes at the tom. “Get off me you big lug.”

“Oh, but I’m sooooo comfy. Can’t you let me stay here just a little bit longer?” Paletail stretches out, but slowly slides off Dawnfrost until only his back legs are on him.

“You’re going to crush me one of these days.” Dawnfrost meows, giving Paletail an annoyed look. He goes back to his previous outstretched position.

“And what a way to die that’ll be. Don’t worry though, I’ll give you a few more years.” Paletail adjusts himself to curl his front paws under his chest, but keeps his back paws across Dawnfrost.

“How considerate of you.” Dawnfrost grumbles.

“I know right. I should have been honored for that in my warrior ceremony.”

“You shouldn’t have been honored at all.”

“Um, rude. I’ll have you know that I…”

Dawnfrost waits for Paletail to continue, ear flicking. After a few heartbeats he lifts his head, giving his friend a confused look. “That you what?”

“Huh?” Paletail doesn’t turn his head back to his friend, staring across the camp.

“You’ll have me know that you what? What were you going to say?”

“Oh, um… sorry, I forgot.”

Dawnfrost hums, staring at his friend. Finally, he follows the bigger tom’s gaze, wanting to know what has him so distracted. A teasing smile breaks across his face when he sees just who has Paletail so enraptured.

Fennelpelt sits across the clearing, presumably laughing at a joke Strikestar had told. His eyes shone brightly, tail tip flicking lazily beside him. Dawnfrost could definitely see the appeal of the warrior.

“Oh, ok, I see.” Dawnfrost chuckles and lays back down. “Don’t let me get in the way of your ogling.”

“What! I’m not ogling! I’m just…admiring.” Paletail tears his gaze away to glare at his friend.

“Right, and I’m a talking squirrel. You're staring at him like he hung the moon and stars.” Dawnfrost replies, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just appreciating his warrior-ness. Nothing more to it.”

“Oh yea? How’s that warrior-ness looking? Lean and strong? Making your heart flutter?”

“Shut up!” Paletail rolls over and shoves his paws into Dawnfrost’s face, making the smaller tom laugh. “You make it sound like you don’t have anyone catching your eye.”

“I don’t yet, but you never know. Maybe someone else will join the clan. Then I can join you in your lovestruck staring sessions.” Dawnfrost smirks and dodges the swipe aimed at his ears.

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Paletail huffs.

“I’m as insufferable as you are considerate.” Downfrost replies, already resigning himself to his fate as Paletail throws himself at him, laughing.

******

Yarrowtuft stares out into the rolling moorland of Patchouliclan territory, fur whipping from the harsh wind. Behind her, she can hear Fennelpelt and Dawnfrost talking about something or other. She’s not quite sure. A heavy pang hits her heart as memories of running across the hills with Lowback come to her mind. The tom was always so energetic as an apprentice. A brush against her shoulder snaps Yarrowtuft out of her thoughts.

“I miss him too, but I know that he’s happy running around in the hills of Starclan territory.” Fennelpelt meows, giving Yarrowtuft a knowing look.

“Yea, I was just thinking about when he was an apprentice. The first time I took him out, he darted down a rabbit hole because he wanted to bring something back to the clan. I had to go down and fetch him because he got lost.” Yarrowtuft purrs, smiling.

“Lowback did that?” Dawnfrost asks, lifting his head from where he was sniffing the border a few tail-lengths away. “I thought he was always super serious.”

“That’s just what he wanted you to think. Lowback was one of the most loving cats I knew. He would have made a great mentor.”

“There’s no doubt about that.” Fennelpelt meows. “We should probably continue on. It’s going to start getting dark soon.”

“You’re right. We’re almost done, shouldn’t take long.” Yarrowtuft steps around Fennelpelt, continuing down the edge of their border. Coming close to a bush, she moves to place a marking when a high-pitched squeal makes her pause. Lifting her head, she looks around, ears pricked to catch another sound.

Laughter comes from behind the bush, followed by another squeal and a shout. The voices sounded like they came from a younger cat, no older than an apprentice if Yarrowtuft had to guess. With a flick of her tail, she gains the attention of her warriors and nods to the bush. She slowly pushes through, feeling Fennelpelt brush up beside her. Yarrowtuft peeks out, spotting movement on the other side of the border.

Two kits were tussling in the grass, stubby tails waving as they playfully batted at each other. Yarrowtuft didn’t recognize either of them. They must have been born after she left. That thought makes her frown, she’d missed so much.

“What should we do?” Fennelpelt asks. “We can’t just leave them alone. What if something happens to them?”

“Their clan might be looking for them already. Patchouliclan doesn’t like trespassers and they’ll be angry if they find us on their territory.” Yarrowtuft replies.

“I’m sure they’ll understand if it’s you that they find. You used to be part of their clan afterall.”

“It doesn’t work like that, Fennelpelt. I’m part of a different clan now. I can’t just waltz into their territory.”

“I think we should take them back to their camp.” Dawnfrost meows, wiggling his way into the spot on Yarrowtuft’s other side. He looks at the kits with a smile, eyes warm. “They must have been really determined if they got this far out.”

“If we do take them back to their camp, you're going back to ours. If Patchouliclan ends up being hostile, I don’t want you getting hurt.” Yarrowtuft says.

“But I’m a warrior. I can handle myself.” Dawnfrost protests.

“I don’t want to risk it. You're still young and aren’t as skilled as Fennelpelt and I.”

Dawnfrost grumbles under his breath, but doesn’t argue. “So are you guys going to take them back?”

“I think we should.” Fennelpelt says.

Yarrowtuft it quiet for a few more heartbeats, deliberating in her head. Finally, she nods. “Yea, we’re taking them back.”

She stands and steps out of the bush. Yarrowtuft looks over her shoulder to Dawnfrost, finding only his eyes staring out from the green fronds.

“Go head back to camp, we’ll be there soon. If Strikestar asks where we are, tell her we’re taking some kits back to their camp.”

“Yes ma’am.” Dawnfrost backs out of the bush and disappears into the undergrowth.

Yarrowtuft turns  back and moves towards the part of the border the kits were playing, Fennelpelt close behind her. The kits, still chasing each other around, were oblivious to their presence. Yarrowtuft debates whether to call out to them as to not startle them. She steps over the border, mouth open to call a greeting when someone else beats her to it.

“Drykit! Thrushkit!”

“Where are you?”

Yarrowtuft freezes, tail puffing up. She scans the hills, but doesn’t spot anyone. Without a word, she turns and pads back to her side of the border, leaving Fennelpelt to follow her.

“Well that’s good. We don’t have to walk all the way to their camp now.” Fennelpelt meows, tail swishing behind him.

“It’s a good thing they didn’t see us either.” Yarrowtuft adds.

“Yea, that’d probably be bad if they did.”

Narrowed eyes watch them retreat into the shadows of the trees, tails lashing angrily.

“Heatherstar will find this very interesting.”

******

Shinepelt steps around a patch of mud, eyeing it with narrowed eyes. He only takes a few steps when he hears a sharp sucking sound.

“Oh for the love of…” Paletail’s annoyed growl makes him chuckle. The sucking sound comes again and Paletail appears beside him, holding up a mud soaked paw. “Starclan wants to punish me for something, I’m tellin’ ya.”

“Maybe if you used your eyes every once in a while, you wouldn’t be stepping in puddles all the time.” Shinepelt says, smiling when Paletail shoots him an annoyed look.

“Our whole territory is one big puddle.” Paletail licks his paw, wrinkling his nose at the earthy taste. “Besides, I never had to deal with this in Chestnutclan. You must be familiar with it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shinepelt asks, ears flicking back.

“I just mean that Streamclan has a bunch of water in their territory, right? You're used to getting your pelt wet.” Paletail replies. He licks his paw again before putting it down and looking around.

“If you're looking for clean water, you’ll have to wait until we get out of the bog.”

“Mouse-dung.”

Shinepelt lets out an amused huff. He turns back to the path before them, intent on going back to the search for herbs. In the few moons they’d been there, he’d become more familiar with the types of medical supplies he had available to him. Fennelpelt was helpful with finding some in the more forested parts of the territory and Hyeridrizzle recognized a few from the plants around her old housefolk den. He was hoping he’d be able to talk to some of the other medicine cats at the next half-moon meeting, especially his old mentor.

Suddenly, a chill travels down Shinepelt’s back, making the fur along his spine fluff up. He looks around, sensing eyes on him and spots a glimmering figure in the brush to his left. His breath hitches, eyes going wide. A Starclan cat. He didn’t recognize them though.

Paletail lifts his head, mouth open as a familiar scent invades his nose. It takes a few seconds to register, but his face morphs into one that could only be described as a kit finding something they’d been looking for.

“Palefur!” Paletail rushes forward, butting his head under the chin of the Starclan cat, purr basically shaking his body.

Shinepelt furrows his brow, looking between Paletail and the Starclan cat, Palefur. They both had long gray fur, broken up by darker gray markings. It isn’t until he gets to the face does Shinepelt realize who this cat must be.

“Look at you. You’ve grown so much!” Palefur purrs, nuzzling his son. He looks at him proudly. “You’ll be as big as me in a few more moons.”

“I’m going to be bigger than you!” Paletail meows, smirking and puffing out his chest. He laughs as Palefur brings up a paw and ruffles the fluff of fur on his head.

“Your mother will be so proud of you.”

Shinepelt smiles, watching them fondly. After a few moments he turns away, wanting to give the two a much needed moment. Paletail will catch up.

*****

Hyeridrizzle was familiar with the scent of foxes. She’d grown up smelling them around her cabin. However, that didn’t mean she was very good at telling the different breeds apart. That’s how she found herself, nose to the ground, following the scent of one. It wasn’t far away, its acrid smell filling the air. Rounding a bend, Hyeridrizzle finally spots a sharply moving red pelt ahead.

The fox had its muzzle buried in the carcass of a rabbit, not yet noticing Hyeridrizzle. If she had to guess by the mostly intact body, the fox had just started eating there. There was still a lot of meat she could bring back to the clan, to Strikestar. She was only one cat though. One cat that still, admittedly, wasn’t the best at fighting.

With a silent sigh, Hyeridrizzle turns and creeps away, careful not to make any noise. She wouldn’t be able to drive off the fox without serious injury and maybe even death. Swampclan couldn’t deal with that right now. They needed all the warriors they could get. Holding her head up high, Hyeridrizzle sets off in search of different prey.

Author's Note

I did not expect to take this long for the next chapter. I should be able to work on them more now that I readily have my laptop at hand. I had a little bit of fun with lighting for these illustrations. Let me know what y'all think of them!