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Take it and don’t let me make anymore adjustments.

anyways gay and trans warrior cat!!!!!!!!!!!!

atalanta ref sheet v5.0 i think

I was breeding for pretty nichelings and I GOT THE FLAG OF POLAND

Dad: “Do you know what this means?” Dad: “*says something in another language*” Me: “uhhh…‘I will drink my daughter/granddaughter’s foot water and then go to heaven’?? ” Dad: Dad: Dad: “yes” -what happened a few days ago during dinner

Name- Alayne Deylnar Sex(Male or Female)- female Gender- female Pronouns- she/her Appearance- Age- early to mid twenties TimeLine- past Other- named the Iron Maiden due to her eye and hair color. Her hair was originally blonde but started greying at 13 years old. Good with a mace, terrible at strategy Backstory(Optional)~ She was the thirdborn child in her family and her mother died of childbed fever only 7 days later. Her father tried to train her for court life but she was more interested in swordplay. The only courtly things she liked were sewing and fashion. Might be married. Father: Merlon Mother: Saera, unnamed stepmom Siblings: unnamed older siblings, unnamed younger half sibling

firesplash

ok finally made up my mind could i get brownhop?

I’m in the process of drawing Foeslayer’s face in the first pic

ivyspot is mine

anyways who wants a warrior cat rp but the clans are basically a cult???

It’s been that long? damn Something about how the night changes idk

oh boy oh boy almost 80 pages!!!!! can we get to 100 soon??? we will see

After an exhausting day of delivering the fawns, the does had finally settled down to rest and sleep in their comfortable bedding. That night, Willow, the lead doe had been tossing and turning.... She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that she was alone in a brightly lit clearing. As she looked up to the stars she was shocked to see that although it was midnight, the thousands of stars illuminated her surrounds clearly. "Willow." An ominously loud voice called out. As Willow looked down from the stars she had been staring at, she was shocked to find a doe standing before her with gleaming starry eyes. "M-mother?" Willow choked out, almost reeling from the sight of how angelic she looked. "Willow you must listen carefully my child." She pressed her forehead against Willow's causing Willow's coat to prickle with a funny feeling. Her mother's voice was now echoing all around her as if she possessed a thousand voices. "When the trees shed their leaves only the winds of the north may restore balance to the forest." ... Willow didn't understand what she meant but knew it was extremely important. Willow's eyes shut and suddenly she was awake... it was dawn and the herd was only just starting to stir. "Cypress- I've received a- I think it was a prophecy." Willow sputtered out quickly, locking eyes with her. "A prophecy? From who? What did they say?!" Cypress questioned with wide eyes. "My mother- When the trees shed their leaves only the winds of the north may restore balance to the forest..." Willow recalled the words. "I don't know what they mean..." Cypress pondered over them slowly. "Me neither... perhaps we should warn Brechin and the other bucks. Maybe they can help us." Willow considered. Cypress nodded. It was decided that Sequoia and Cypress would look after the fawns as Willow traveled to warn Brechin and the bachelor herd of the prophecy. Willow trotted towards the group but pausing with a questioning look at the unknown yellow-coated male. "Rannoch... just a young buck looking for company." Brechin answered her unasked question before the males of the group even knew of her presence. They all turned to her, Hawthorne smiling at seeing his mother. "Brechin I've received a prophecy... When the trees shed their leaves only the winds of the north may restore balance to the forest... I have no idea what the Herd of The Stars mean... nor does Cypress." She quickly explained as Brechin's usually stoic expression creased in deep thought. The males all pondered quickly and soon, one by one, each looked towards Rannoch with a quizzical expression.... It seemed Rannoch would have some explaining to do. (Prophecy time!!! Super excited to bring some lore into this story :D)

i never posted this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, this is deltarune au (that i am still working on i swear) related yea don't know what else to put here j

K! once i start lets meet at dunes

can i do something like this

Yeah my style has changed a lot. I have clips from making it I think I’ll post on a separate thread

Definitely going to follow this

YLOOOOOO WERRE ALL IN PEPPER EMAIL!!!!!11!!!!!!!!111!1111

Can i get Lionberry Bluetail and uhh fadingstar

heres some sketches for things i may or may not finish because i am just dragging myself through life at this point (congrats if you know who these three are even without color, you get a single red skittle)

Across the calm clearing, the mostly large bucks were tearing down the tall grass and finding berry bushes for the does to later travel to. It was Thistle’s surprised voice that broke the quietness that the bucks mostly lived under. “Hello? Who are you?…” he questioned a yellow-mottled young buck. “Rannoch… I come from the North of the forest-“ Rannoch saw as Thistle’s wide eyes looked around quickly for others “-No, just me. I left my herd’s island days ago.” Rannoch continued before looking to the two other bucks. “And you two?” He asked questioningly. “Hawthorne, I’m Thistle’s half brother. And our father Brechin.” Hawthorne introduced himself as Brechin simply and stoically gave a single ear flick to acknowledge his presence. His wise but stern seemed to bore into Rannoch’s very soul as Rannoch lowered his small-antlered head. As the bachelor herd of 4 males were becoming acquainted with the new arrival, the bleats of excitement from Juniper and Sequoia could be heard from the nesting site. Now older and more mature, Sequoia had taken to exploring farther and farther away from her mother, Willow's watchful gaze. "The fawns are coming! The fawns are coming!" Juniper squealed, Sequoia now racing over and joining her half sister and the older does. "I wonder if they'll look like dad! Or maybe have stripes like mom!" Juniper bleated before a hush fell over the herd. The soft squeaks of a single female fawn came from Willow's nest first "She's... beautiful" Sequoia smiled as she looked over at her new little sister. "Her name will be Bayou... because she was born beside the great river." Willow spoke solemnly. Soon after, the stirring of a fawn.... no... fawns caused Juniper to nearly erupt in adoration. "TWO NEW SIBLINGS!!!" she squealed and her mother, Cypress smiled and hushed her. Cypress then nodded to the male fawn curled in her fur "His name will be Elowen and his little twin sister will be Ivy." She smiled with pride. ∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘ Dominant BuckBrechin - A large russet coloured buck with a pale mane Bucks Thistle - A large buck with large antlers. Has a dark red coat and grey stripes and mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin)Hawthorne - A medium-sized buck with large antlers. Has a dark red coat and white mane (Son of Willow and Brechin) Rannoch - A medium-sized buck with small antlers. Has a yellow-mottled coat and chestnut mane Lead DoeWillow - A medium-sized antlered doe with a brown pelt and fluffy tailDoesCypress - A medium-sized antlered doe with a mossy, pale striped pelt and large earsFawns/Yearlings/Spikes Juniper - A medium-sized yearling with a dark red coat (Daughter of Cypress and Brechin) Sequoia - A medium-sized yearling with a chestnut brown coat (Daughter of Willow and Brechin) Bayou - A medium-sized female fawn with a dark red coat (Daughter of Willow and Brechin) Ivy - A medium-sized female fawn with a chestnut coat (Daughter of Cypress and Brechin) Elowen - A large male fawn with a chestnut coat, gray stripes and a white mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin)

i felt that on a personal level it's really pretty tho!!!

f l u f f y

May I also have quietkit and Adderstripe? thanks!

they’re yours!

also could i get images of patch and hailwatcher? i totally forgot to screenshot them

WOAHHH ME TOO

Ususuahehayagss sorry I forgot to say that this time it's only human characters-

oh my gosh im going thru my old deviantart posts and i just found a whale i drew in 2019 that i named wilbur this is great

As Brechin and the two older spikes, Hawthorne and Thistle cut a path for the does, the scent of the coming rains causes more activity in the usually peaceful clearing. Once small and feeble fawns, Hawthorne and Thistle have now grown full racks of large and impressive antlers. They have both been blessed with their father's horns, however, Thistle has gotten more and more ambitious. The shrieking bugle of a challenge echoes throughout the clearing which is soon followed by the clacks of antlers grinding against antlers. Willow and Cypress's ears perk as they cannot see who is fighting beyond the tall grass, Willow's ears pinning with worry. The clacks and shuffling of hooves continue for a few more minutes before a single defeated grunt is let out. Thistle - 40% chance of winning (Inexperienced)..... Brechin - 60% chance of winning (Experienced)......RNG Rolled... Brechin Wins. (Rolled for injuries, both received only minor injuries... 1 damage taken by both) As the does make their way towards the source of the scuffle, it is clear that Thistle and Brechin had been fighting as Thistle had a cut on his nose and Brechin on his shoulder. Thankfully, they only received minor injuries but Cypress's pinned ears landed on his son Thistle. "You are very brave Thistle... but you are not yet ready to take on your father. You need to practice more and one day you will be the dominant buck of these lands." she spoke wisely, Thistle nodding sadly. The smaller, Hawthorne couldn't meet his mothers eyes. He felt like a coward for not even trying to fight Brechin but he was smaller and more inexperienced. Willow gave her son, Hawthorne, a nuzzle before the herd continued on their way to the new nesting grounds.... bellies more full than they were before. ∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘ Dominant BuckBrechin - A large russet coloured buck with a pale mane Bucks Thistle - A large buck with large antlers. Has a dark red coat and grey stripes and mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin)Hawthorne - A medium-sized buck with large antlers. Has a dark red coat and white mane (Son of Willow and Brechin) Lead DoeWillow - A medium-sized antlered doe with a brown pelt and fluffy tailDoesCypress - A medium-sized antlered doe with a mossy, pale striped pelt and large earsFawns/Yearlings/Spikes Juniper - A medium-sized female fawn with a dark red coat (Daughter of Cypress and Brechin) Sequoia - A medium-sized female fawn with a chestnut brown coat (Daughter of Willow and Brechin)

The herd's migration continues, Willow and Cypress following in the dominant buck, Brechin's hoofprints. As they settled to rest their exhausted legs, Willow with her knowing eyes sees the fire in Thistle and Hawthorne's spirit... their time of learning from their mothers is over. "Hawthorne... it is time that you and your brother Thistle must set off and become stronger and learn the ways of being a buck from your father." She nodded to Cypress who's expression was of pride but also sadness. These fawns were Willow and Cypress's first fawns and so it was difficult to say goodbye... "Thistle... Hawthorne... it is time you earn your horns before the eyes of the Herd of The Stars. Go forth and may your ancestors guide you." She spoke the traditional words that have passed down from generation to generation. Willow remembered hearing those very words be spoken to her brother... wherever he might be. Hawthorne and Thistle were ecstatic and soon set off to join their father in searching for a new clearing large enough for the two groups. Soon the rains of the wet season come sporadically as the two heavily pregnant does rest together in a field of berries. The first fawn to see day break is Cypress's calf, a female. Born with the unmistakable dark red coat of Brechin's lineage, Cypress names her Juniper. The second is Willow's fawn, another female. Taking after her mother's chestnut coat, Willow names her Sequoia. Thistle and Brechin watch over the new arrivals happily. Thistle and Hawthorne's training has been coming along nicely as they practice their jousting skills and learn to set up a territory. Hawthorne can't help but hope he grows a larger set of antlers... if he doesn't he may not have a chance against his larger bodied brother... ∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘ Dominant BuckBrechin - A large russet coloured buck with a pale maneLead DoeWillow - A medium-sized antlered doe with a brown pelt and fluffy tailDoesCypress - A medium-sized antlered doe with a mossy, pale striped pelt and large earsFawns/Yearlings/SpikesThistle - A large male spike with a dark red coat and grey stripes and mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin)Hawthorne - A medium-sized male spike with a dark red coat and white mane (Son of Willow and Brechin) Juniper - A medium-sized female fawn with a dark red coat (Daughter of Cypress and Brechin) Sequoia - A medium-sized female fawn with a chestnut brown coat (Daughter of Willow and Brechin)

Dominant BuckBrechin - A large russet coloured buck with a pale maneLead DoeWillow - A medium-sized antlered doe with a brown pelt and fluffy tailDoesCypress - A medium-sized antlered doe with a mossy, pale striped pelt and large earsFawns/Yearlings/SpikesThistle - A large male fawn with a dark red coat and grey stripes and mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin)Hawthorne - A medium-sized male fawn with a dark red coat and white mane (Son of Willow and Brechin) ∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘ Willow is the first to begin moving after Brechin, small Hawthorne trotting after her as he rustles his tiny antlers in the tall grass "We need to move away from this side of the island... it isn't safe anymore..." she bleated with a somber expression, nosing Hawthorne to hurry up. Cypress stared after Willow in complete disbelief "If it wasn't for the sake of my fawn I would never look that COWARD of a buck in the eyes again. The fact that you still follow in fear's hoofprints is pitiful." Cypress spat with such venom. The usually calm and collected Willow whirled around and stared Cypress down "Blight is dead and all you can do is argue against my judgment! There is a difference between bravery and stupidity and I am now sure which one you possess." her voiced raised to a yell, stunning both Cypress and her small fawn, Hawthorne who pinned his ears. Willow's tone dropped almost to a whisper, emotion creeping in "Blight died so we could live... don't let her death be in vain Cypress..." Willow finally turned and kept following after Brechin's scent trail. Cypress and Willow's fragile friendship hadn't improved by the time the wet season came to an end, shooting each other glares as the migration continued. Thistle and Hawthorne grew steadily, becoming faster and stronger which each passing day under the watchful eyes of their proud mothers. "Brechin!" Willow exclaimed, racing to his side and burying her snout in his large shoulder. He curled his muscular neck down to nuzzle Willow and flash a small smile at his growing sons. "My stars have you two grown!" he bellowed with a nod of approval, shaking his large rack of horns playfully at the two which shook their small antlers back. "Dad! Dad! Can you teach us how to fight!?" Thistle bleated, his tail flicking like a propellor. "DAD! Take us on one of your exploring missions! pLEASEEE" Hawthorne squealed back, nudging his half-brother Thistle out of the way. Brechin smiled to them "In due time young ones. Although you both possess the fiery courage of fierce bucks, you still need to learn a few more lessons from your mothers..." Brechin paused as his gaze met with Cypress's glare, her anger towards him still as fresh as an open wound. Willow flicked an ear at the two before turning to the energetic fawns "Thistle, Hawthorne, come I'll teach you about the Herd of the Stars..." Willow and the fawns walked into the tall grass leaving Cypress and Brechin alone. Cypress pinned her ears and turned away "I don't want to see you right now Brechin, shouldn't you be chasing Willow or something useless?" she frowned. Brechin's wise eyes didn't leave Cypress as he walked up to her slowly "Cypress I know you haven't forgiven my absence... I wanted to apologize but you weren't ready." He affirmed softly. "I'm sorry Cypress... there was nothing any of us could have done..." Cypress began to sob, pressing her face into Brechin "She wanted to have fawns and grow old with us!" she wept, Brechin comforting her... As the sun sank into the horizon, the small herd slept peacefully. As the sun rose for yet another day of migrating, the herd's females seemed to have more full bellies... (MMM spicy fights and letting go of long overdue grudges... also let me know if you prefer how I'm writing their story in a sort of book way or would prefer less text!)

Seasons change and soon the pregnant Willow and Cypress settle in a bountiful clearing to share the task of caring for fawns. "I can't wait to meet our little ones... they'll be just perfect! I know it..." The usually quiet and reserved Willow bleated excitedly to Cypress. "I'm so happy for the herd... it will be a time of celebration!" she chimed in, the two does who usually would be bickering and arguing over nonsense now sharing a moment of peace together. As the sun rose over the clearing, two male fawns were born into the herd. The first, born to Cypress who she quickly named Thistle shared his mother's grey stripes yet his father's beautiful dark red coat. The second, born to Willow who she named Hawthorne had a beautiful white mane and, again, his father's unmistakable dark red coat. (Left to right in image, Blight, Cypress and baby Thistle, Willow and baby Hawthorne, Brechin) ∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘ Dominant Buck Brechin - A large russet coloured buck with a pale mane Lead Doe Willow - A medium-sized antlered doe with a brown pelt and fluffy tail Does Cypress - A medium-sized antlered doe with a mossy, pale striped pelt and large ears Blight - A medium-sized doe with a pale, almost white pelt Fawns/Yearlings/Spikes Thistle - A large male fawn with a dark red coat and grey stripes and mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin) Hawthorne - A medium-sized male fawn with a dark red coat and white mane (Son of Willow and Brechin)

The soft murmurs of excitement fill the forest as a small band of deer have finally made their journey to a land they will soon call home. Lead by a young brown-coated lead doe known as Willow, she is the first to push through the tall grass "We need to settle somewhere, I'm sure we're all tired..." she calmly ordered to the others. Followed by a muddy-coated doe with pale stripes known as Cypress, she rolls an eye before following Willow. Finally, small Blight, an almost white young-doe prances after the two "Wait up! I'm starvinggg" she bleated, tail whirring and flicking as she could barely contain her excitement. After a short pause, a large dominant bull walked calmly, following the does hoofprints. His large and imposing rack of horns rustled the tall grass around him as his huge body moved with an elegant presence about him. (Left to right in picture, Brechin, Willow, Blight, Cypress) Carefully slinking through the grass, Cypress begins to lose her patience with the slow and methodical lead doe, Willow. She Bounds past and with a graceful leap, she clears the small stream and lands on the other side, nearly tumbling right into a berry bush. "Quit making so much racket! You'll lead bearyenas to us!" Willow scowled, pinning her ears at her and giving Blight a stern glare to not dare to follow in the unruly female's footsteps. Brechin offered a small chuckle before sweeping his kind and wise eyes over Willow and giving her a single nod. Willow blushed and continued over the stream with a little prance in her step.

I'm not sure if this is supposed to happen

The 2nd Realm (The Eternal Sea) God- Atlantis Co-gods- none Species that live there- AllWings, sea creatures Description- mostly everything in the Eternal Sea is robotic, including their ruler Atlantis. The buildings are sleek and silver and futuristic looking. The sea palace is tall and comes out of the water. The Dark Abyss idea by @Boo Boy a seemingly endless rift below the palace, anyone who goes there rarely comes back. Home to massive, mutated allwings with dagger-sharp teeth, an angler fish lure, and are highly aggressive. Most documents of this strange variation were destroyed by their leader, Devilfish, who wants his species to stay hidden from the rest of the realm. All of these dragons have unique patterns of glow-scales, so everyone knows who each other is. They are also partially transparent, and in the right light their skeletons can be seen. They normally eat fish but can result to cannibalism if they so choose, but they do not eat other Abyss Allwings, they will eat normal Allwings who swim too close to their light lure. (Devilfish vibin in da wotah)

anyways first batch of dudes (The ones with no specified gender are the ones you can gender yourself after adopting)

No prey Moon 1 Lightwatcher was partly glad when Rootclaw decided to take the beach route instead of going through the reeds and thorns with the other two cats. What a wimp though, he thought, he's so weak! This rogue is a tougher cat than him! Then, he saw a wall of tangled thorns ahead of them. It was too think to simply walk through or over. He had never seen these before he came to this island, but here they were common. "Not again," he grumbled, and he moved to the side to look for a way to slip through. Some space that wasn't completely covered. But other spaces had large thorny berry bushes. And one had a small prickly plant that looked quite odd. "Hey, I think I found a way through!" called the bright yellow she-cat. "Really?" said Lightwatcher doubtfully. He grew angry when he found her right back where he started, "There's no way through here!" he growled, approaching her. Dumb rogue. She squeaked in fear and quickly slipped through the brambles and berry bush to the other side. Lightwatcher was a bit shocked, but he copied what she did and barely made it through, his fluffly white fur getting snagged on the thorns. I guess she isn't as dumb as she looks...and she's tough too. Not quite strong, but tough. "That was...impressive." He admitted. "Thanks," she said, with a flick of her tail. Rootclaw was standing off to the side, looking at the area. "This looks like a decent place for a medicine cat den," he noted. Lightwatcher would hate to agree with him, but he was right. After scenting and hearing no prey, the three headed back toward Fernstar to tell her about the ideal medicine cat den they had found. An aerial view of all our cats at that moment and what they were doing. Fernstar was anxious. Her hunting patrol had come back, telling her there was no prey around that they could find. What if there is no prey on the island? Has Star Clan brought us here just for us to starve to death? She looked out at the ocean, back toward the home they had all lost. How she wished to be back there now, even in it's present state it had to be better than this! She attempted to kick the sand in frustration, but instead she kicked something hard. It was an odd rock-looking thing, but it appeared to be moving. She stared at it. "It's a clam," said a voice beside her. She looked to see Turtlemist. Fernstar smiled at the sight of her medicine cat, always calm, always mysterious. "Is it alive?" "Yes," said Turtlemist, "and you can eat it too. But only with nimble fingers can you crack it open." "Well my fingers are pretty nimble," said Fernstar, "let me try." Turtlemist instructed her on how to open it. After a few minutes of furstration, Fernstar finally got it open! She peered inside and saw a slimy thing that didn't look much like any prey she'd ever seen, "What is this?" she said, swinging the clam open for Turtlemist to see. "Clam meat," he said with a gleam in his eye, "it was a delicacy back in Swamp Clan. A rarity." "Well fair enough that they're rare, but I wouldn't call this a delicacy!" she joked. "Well if you don't want it, I'll be happy to take it off your hands," insisted Turtlemist. "I should keep my strength up as the leader," she said, "and I won't torture the other cats and make them eat this! But I'm not going to eat all of it. Let's split it." Turtlemist nodded. Normally in a clan it was a great honor to eat with the leader...but with so few members... Still, Turtlemist seemed to be having a great time as he gratefully ate his half of the clam. Fernstar had trouble getting it down, and keeping it there!