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  1. binging steven universe has led to me going on a wikipedia reading spree and i am very happy to inform you that there is, in fact, a mineral called painite. i'm not joking btw look it up
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  2. i think this is the best ive done so far i eagerly await getting to the level of batzillaphishzillaphishzillaphishzillaphishzillaph
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  3. I'm changing the wanderer joining the pack chance to 1-3: is from the old pack, and is hostile. 4-5: Willing to join Because I need more wanderers
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  4. RAINWORL ART MONTH 👍 I did 2 prompts for last year's then realised there was a new one for this year, lol
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  5. normalise men with long luscious eyelashes
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  6. Hello everyone! Yes I'm making ANOTHER new playthrough but in my defense I have a really cool idea, and it just wouldn't mesh well with the already ongoing story of WildClan so new warrior cats playthrough! Though it won't really start like a normal warrior cat playthrough. A NOTE: I am NOT quitting WildClan, I will still be updating that one! (Alright so for reference I’m gonna say that bearyena are actually just hyenas in this playthrough and blue birds are hawks!) - Shellslip breathed heavily as she laid in a shoddily made nest in the grasses of the scorching grasslands, the mixture of the beating sun along with having just given birth to a litter of three kits had made the already tired cat completely exhausted. Yet she looked at the three squeaking bundles of fur by her belly and found she could never be angry at them as she already felt attached despite only knowing them for a small amount of time. She tried to even out her breathing as she reached her head down and groomed the fur on top of one of her newborn kits head. The kit squeaked in protest but couldn’t wiggle far with their brand-new legs. She looked over the three kits and tried to think of names, though thoughts were slow due to her exhaustion. “Sparkkit” She said as she looked at one kit who had a completely dark brown face, only broken up by a large stripe of lighter brown on her ears. “Mudkit” She spoke as she saw one kit had a band of dark brown over his eyes and some of his face along with odd dark brown ear markings. “Hawkkit” She finished naming them as she looked at her last kit, who most closely resembled her with similar markings. She then looked at the grasses with unease, would her old clan find her here? Or had she travelled far enough away to ensure her and her kits survival? She tried her best to just breath deeply and push away the thought, surely she must be safe considering she had fled for moons, island to island to try and make sure there was no way she was followed but her fear persisted. The burning temperatures and toll of giving birth soon caught up to her as she felt her eyes drift shut against her will, causing her to take an unexpected rest as her body forced her to sleep. Enough sunrises had passed for the kits to walk around and play, Shellslip made herself speak enough to teach them a decent vocabulary despite her vocal cords protests as they were rusty from a fair amount of disuse. She kept a careful eye on the young ones as they played and explored the area she had limited them to. “Hey, ow!” The sound of pain put Shellslip on alert as she looked over to see Hawkkit was saying that because his sister Sparkkit had bit his ear pretty hard and was refusing to let go despite his protests. “Yer jus’ mad ‘ou are wosin’” Sparkkit said making Hawkkit let out a low rumble as his tail flicked in irritation at his sister’s antics while Mudkit kept to himself, more interested in batting at a small bug. The two stopped their bickering when a shadow fell over them, causing both kits to look over and see their mom staring at them with a stern glare. Sparkkit quickly let go of her brother’s ear and sat in an attempt to look like a perfectly well behaved kit while Hawkkit used a paw to rub his now sore ear, though not before shooting a glare his sister’s way. “Oh hi mom, we’re just playing!” Sparkkit spoke with her most sweet smile that made Hawkkit stick his tongue out at her. Shellslip just continued to stare at Sparkkit until she shuffled nervously on her paws as she tried to keep up the innocent facade. “Okay okay! I just his ear but he knows me so he should’ve expected it!” Sparkkit huffed as she stomped a paw. “You don’t need to bite my ear every time we play!” Hawkkit argued as he used a paw to shove Sparkkit’s shoulder, causing her to squeak as she lost balance. She got up and used a paw to shove him back harder than he did causing him to fall onto his side. Shellslip put a paw between the two kits to prevent them from continuing to fight and fixed them with a more stern glare that made the two freeze in their tracks as they realized they were in trouble. She then grabbed Sparkkit by the scruff and carried her over to a corner of the cleared grasses before placing her down and staring at her to signal for her to stay there. “Ha! You’re in trouble~” Hawkkit said in a sing-song tone but shut his mouth when he saw Shellslip walk toward him. “No! Not me!” Hawkkit protested as he too was lifted by the scruff and placed him in a corner that was far enough away from his sister to prevent another fight but close enough for her to keep an eye on. Mudkit put a paw over his snout to prevent his giggle from being heard as he glanced around and saw his siblings had gotten into trouble over a petty argument again. He preferred to play by himself and felt he had lucked out in that regard as he almost never got in trouble due to the fact he liked to just play with bugs and stay in one spot. (Quick thing, Sparkkit was saying ‘You’re just mad you’re losing!’ in that one line but it was muffled because she was biting Hawkkit’s ear for anyone confused) It had been a few moons, the kits were almost five moons old already and Shellslip couldn’t believe her kits grew so fast. But older kits mean more meals so she didn’t have time to waste reminiscing. Shellslip did her best to be both swift and stealthy as she slipped through the tall grasses. She hated leaving her kits alone but she couldn’t just let them starve either so she decided the best solution was to leave them in a thick patch of tall grass while she searched for a meal to sustain them at least until the next sunrise. She paused for a moment as the scent of rabill hit her nose before she moved her paws faster towards the source. After stalking closer to the scent she saw a rabill nibbling on some grass, unaware of the fate that was about to befall it. She stalked as close as she could, minding her paws as it wouldn’t do any good to alert her prey of her presence, then she leaped. The rabill’s screech was cut short by a swift bite to the throat that caused it to go limp in Shellslip’s jaw bringing a feeling of victory to the sandy cat as she stood from her crouched position. Just as she began to turn in the direction she had come from a rustling made her freeze in place. The rustling didn’t cease, in fact it came closer and made her slowly turn her body toward the sound with every muscle taut in preparation for a fight. What emerged wasn’t some vicious beast but instead another cat, shaking their pelt and grumbling about something that Shellslip didn’t really care about as her mind was filled with the thought of this cat being a danger to her kits. “You’re looking at me like I’m a hyena that’s gonna tear ya apart” The cat spoke equal parts amused and annoyed, as Shellslip eyed the other cat it was noted that they didn’t put their right paw down making her wonder if it was injured. “Just stare at my paw, not as if that’s rude or anything” The cat’s words made Shellslip’s gaze snap back up to their face instead as her muscles still remained tight in case this would turn into a confrontation as she held tight on the rabill in her jaws. “I’m not gonna take yer food or hurt ya, you can stop lookin’ at me like that” The other cat spoke as any amusement slipped off their face in favor of pure annoyance. “I’m Antblossom, there” The cat gave their name, wondering if this cat was just gonna stare all sunhigh. “…Shellslip” Shellslip spoke quietly, wondering why a cat that seemed like a clan cat was out here by themselves, were they from her old clan? The thought made her queasy but upon reflection she remembered that no cat matched that name, nor did this cat look like anyone she remembered. “You’ve got kits don’t ya?” The words caused Shellslip’s fur to bristle as she wondered how this cat knew, were they exposed? Did she not hide them well enough, or did this cat already hurt them? Her claws unsheathed as her eyes narrowed into a glare that only seemed to amuse Antblossom. “I see, well that explains the hostility” Antblossom spoke with a hum as she realized why this cat seemed to cautious. “I may have been called fox-hearted before but I’m not so cruel as to hurt a kit” Antblossom said with a scowl, she could be harsh but she would never stoop to such a disgusting thing. “How about this, I help you hunt and provide for your kits and you let me stay with ya?” The offer made Shellslip glare once more at the thought of some unknown cat being near her kits but Antblossom wouldn’t give up easily. “I mean you’re obviously alone and hunting in the heat of this place would be exhausting, I may be a bit older but I ain’t so weak that I can’t help ya hunt for the tiny ones” Antblossom pressed, trying to use the one weakness she knew of this cat to her advantage. And it seemed to be working as Shellslip considered it, she hated the thought of this unknown cat being around her kits but this cat was right, she couldn’t push herself to hunt in this scorching sunlight every sunrise without consequences eventually catching up to her. After some mental debate she looked Antblossom in the eye and gave a hesitant nod making the older cat grin as she realized that worked to her favor. Shellslip them turned around and started walking towards where her kits were, with AntBlossom in tow. = Shellslip scraped her claws on a tree in a specific pattern as she got close to where her kits were hidden, she had developed a certain pattern of sounds to tell the kits that it was her so they wouldn’t pop out at a bad time. It worked like a charm as the three kits burst out of the bundle of grass and bounded over to their mom. Well Mudkit was the only one who appeared out of the grass peacefully, Hawkkit had tried to run to their mom first but got shoved out of the way by Sparkkit as she raced over to Shellslip before skidding to a stop in front of her. “Hi mom!” She greeted as she bounced around her mom’s paws, almost tripping her in the process as she made her way to the middle of the tiny clearing to place the rabill down. “Who’s that?” Hawkkit asked with a skeptical tone as he stood between his family and Antblossom, who laughed at Hawkkit’s courage. “I’m Antblossom kit, guess you’re gonna chase me out if I do somethin’ wrong huh?” The older cat asked with a tone of amusement that Hawkkit scowled at as he unsheathed his claws before taking a step towards her. “Don’t laugh, I’m gonna be the toughest cat to walk!” Hawkkit spat as he swiped at Antblossom, who barely moved to dodge the kit’s attempt of an attack. “Sure ya are” She simply responded before looking over to see Sparkkit and Mudkit already crowding around the rabill. “I’m sure you’d have to eat to do that, which ya won’t if ya don’t get to the food before yer siblings do” She spoke making Hawkkit’s gaze snap over to the rabill. “Hey!” He said as he turned around but not before sending Antblossom a glare. Shellslip watched as her kits ate to make sure no one took too much of their sibling’s share, especially a certain rambunctious kit. Antblossom decided to watch from the edge of the clearing as she knew getting to close while a cat is eating may not end well, not to mention she wasn’t exactly best pals with these cats either at the moment.
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  7. i figured out how to add tints in clangen it's actually really easy
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  8. I can just imagine the scene going on here. ”Mommy, what’s that thing?” ”I... Maybe you’ll know when you’re older...”
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  9. (Tiny green?) Wind whipped in Vayka’s face as she stepped off the stones, glaring at the grasses ahead of her. Honestly, they looked suspicious. She touched the red gems on her chest for luck, before walking forward to scout the way. The sound of someone clearing their throat made her turn around again. ‘Did I tell you you could leave?’ The Kani’s voice was cold and sharp, as usual. ‘I’m the warrior, I need to go scout…’ Mumbled Vayka, playing the part of a scared little nicheling. It was what her mother told her to do. That temper of yours will get you into a lot of trouble someday. The Kani scoffed, and Vayka’s mask of obedience slipped slightly, frustration flashing in her eyes. ‘You think I don’t know that? You are still a child. Kiji is older than you, so I’m sending her.’ ‘Kiji is a medic!’ Vayka snapped, before immediately regretting it. The Kani’s eyes narrowed, fixing her with an ice cold glare. Vayka could only wait for some punishment to be given to her, but a blur of spots blocked her vision. Her mother stood in front of her, bowing to the Kani. ‘I apologise for my daughter, really, she doesn’t know what she’s saying.’ Kat bowed as low as she could. It was completely opposite of how she usually acted, loud and unapologetic. I do know what I’m saying, actually. Vayka managed to hold her tongue. ‘Very well.’ The Kani said after a long silence, before stalking off to sit in the flowers. Kat turned around, a stormy expression on her face. ‘Kiji, go scout out the area.’ Kat called to her eldest daughter. Kiji nodded once, leaving quickly. She muttered something to herself before shaking her head. Vayka hoped that would distract her mother, but it was hopeless. ‘Do those spikes on your back grow into your head Vayka, stopping you from thinking? I already warned you so many times. The Kani will only let you off the hook so many times before she loses her patience!’ Vayka flinched at her mothers scolding, but when she looked up, her mothers eyes were filled with worry as well as anger. She managed to mutter out a short apology. She wasn’t even finished speaking when her mother pulled her into a warm hug. Vayka squirmed, but Kat didn’t let go. Eventually Vayka gave up, resting her head against her mother. ‘I can’t lose you, do you understand?’ Kat’s voice was quiet. Vayka nodded once, and Kat let her go. A cough rattled her mothers body just as Vayka stepped away. ‘Mom? Are you okay?’ She laid a paw on her mothers. ‘Fine. A cough’s been going around, nearly everyone has it. It doesn’t look dangerous.’ Vayka nodded and looked at the tribe, everyone was going about their business now, the tall grasses looming over them. She went back to glaring at the grass, as if that would change her situation somehow. ~ Zorro ambled through the grass, munching slowly on a big, fat rabbil. Well, it did die a few days ago, so it wasn’t exactly tasty, but it was better than nothing. He had lived on this island his whole life, and he had never much wanted for food. Disease was common here, killing rabbils, birds, nichelings and even bearyena. If you weren’t immune, you were done for. Thankfully, Zorro was immune. A rustle in the grasses caught his attention, and he lay low, straining his ears. Thanks to his eyes not working, he had to rely on smell and hearing. A humming reached his ears. It abruptly stopped, a few words being said, before starting back up again. Strangely enough, Zorro only heard one nicheling, their pawsteps light. He decided to chance it. ‘Hiya, I don’t think I’ve met you before, considering no one lives on this island but me. Speaking of, why are you on my island?’ Zorro stood tall, walking out of the bushes. The last thing he wanted were a bunch of intruders. A startled yelp came from the nichelings direction before they answered. ‘Hi! Um, we had to leave our island because we were being chased. We’ll leave this one soon, don’t worry.’ She paused for a moment. ‘My names Kiji, what’s your name?’ ‘Zorro.’ He grinned, trying to make himself less scary, considering the fact that the way he greeted her wasn’t exactly kind. From her voice, she was definitely a child. ‘Are your parents around?’ ‘My mothers back at camp. I can take you there if you want. We kind of need new members, and I’m sure the Kani will be h-’ ‘Wait. Kani? You’re a monarchy?’ Zorro frowned. The only tribe he had heard of like that was a huge one on an island of plenty. They wouldn’t move to an island like this by choice. ‘Well, exiled, but…’ Kiji’s voice faded. Suddenly, Zorro let out a loud laugh. ‘Fair enough, I’ll come with you. Being in a tribe couldn’t hurt.’ An exiled monarchy! It seemed strange to him, but a tribe so desperate for new members would surely offer good food and protection. Zorro walked in the direction of Kiji’s voice. She led him back to camp, while excitedly asking weird questions and chattering way too much. ~ Ainijaya’s coughing racked her body, which was weak and frail from sickness. When Zorro arrived two weeks ago, he had told them about the disease. Half the tribe was infected, including the Kanir and the Kani. Kat was nearby, administering herbs while the coughing shook her own body. Qirunar was already passed out, his breathing becoming more and more shallow. Ainijaya’s vision began to swim, Kat’s voice suddenly distant. She gave one last cough before her vision faded to black. ~ Nikaj glared at the sky, angry at the world. The sun shone brightly, too happy a sight for such a grim day. The Kani, Kanir, Kat, Hu, and Mita all were taken by the sickness. That left only her, her brother, Kat’s daughters and Zorro. Nikaj cursed, angrily pawing at the ground. For a moment she hoped this was all a bad dream, but she knew it was stupid to think that. She just wanted to leave this cursed island, but the tribe did not have enough resources to do that. She heard pawsteps, and immediately knew it was Ramsi. ‘I’ve told the tribe to move to the ports. So we can be ready for our next crossing.’ Ramsi’s voice was softer than usual. He had survived the sickness, but he paid the price with his voice. He was barely able to raise his voice above a whisper, and when he did, it sounded raspy, and grated against nichelings ears. Nikaj was just glad he survived. ‘Tribe. That’s hardly what we are, we’re a collection of nichelings.’ She spat at no one in particular. ‘But It’s still our duty to protect everyone here.’ Ramsi persisted. Nikaj wheeled around at him, suddenly angry. ‘And we did a fine job, didn’t we!’ She hissed. Her brother visibly flinched, and Nikaj quickly felt guilty. ‘Sorry. I’m not mad at you, I just..’ ‘I know.’ Ramsi’s whisper was beside her now, his paw on her shoulder, a gentle smile on his face. Nothing would ever break Ramsi’s kindness, and for that, Nikaj was eternally grateful. For a moment, she felt that familiar pang of jealousy, before burying it. Her brother needed her, being bitter would fix nothing. She did her best to smile back, and the two walked back to the others.
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