WishLeopard

I actually just drew this today! This is one of my favorite Nichelings in my current tribe, her name is Ismeana and she only has two gems to her name at the moment. I really like how this turned out.

Here's an original character of mine from the book series Warrior Cats! I was trying to experiment with sharper angles here, seeing as my usual style is very soft and understated. Let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

I haven't been on my account here in almost two years, but now that I'm getting back into Niche I figured I'd log back on. I'm going to be trying to start doing some digital art again after a super long break from it. I've definitely gotten a bit rusty these past months!

There was an eerie silence after CB replied. All that could be heard was the rustling of leaves as the wind began to pick up, blowing stronger, and the deep sound of waves crashing. The sky had gone dark, yet it was day-time. It was apparently a storm of some sorts was approaching. Marigold sighed. She looked at them both, her claws retracting back as she felt more comfortable. "Just... listen." She lowered her head slightly, her flat tail slightly flicking as her tangled fur rustled in the strong winds. "I'm new to these islands. I just washed up here one day. I don't know my way around this place... I've only really known this island. I barely remember my family. I've been here since I only had one gem to my name. I'm just lost on what to do." She lifted her head, now noticing the approaching storm. Marigold widened her eyes, her pointed ears flicking in alarm.

Marigold was silent, she blinked. Sort of in denial. She wanted to believe everyone was against her, it was a great strategy... especially living alone on a dangerous island. Trusting nobody would surely be the way to go, at least, in her mind and beliefs. Gulls shrieked in the distance, waves crashed hard as the tide began to surge as evening came. "I don't believe you." Marigold stated point blank. No way would she trust random nichelings she just met. Almost naturally, her claws unsheathed. Prepared to fight if necessary. "The way you were following me..." She then threw her head towards CB. "And you! Stalking me. There's no way you're not from some group or tribe, trying to run me off this territory that isn't yours!" Marigold snarled.

Sorry, Sorry, Sorry! Been super busy and not feeling well, will start again. ^-^

Marigold looked towards Moon, her face contorted into a nervous snarl. She was silent as she stared deeply at the both of them. "Why... Why are you here? This isn't tribe territory... just— leave me alone!" The breeze had stopped, and clouds, now dark and deep covered the sun. Her scruffy matted fur now much more visible with less splotchy shadows. She looked rather pitiful if you got a good enough look on her. She was extremely skinny, just skin and bones she clearly had not eaten for days, maybe even weeks. Her fur was tangled, almost mangy in some spots, and her small antlers were chipped and battered.

Marigold threw her head towards the grassy highlands, up high across the rocky crags and cliffs that erosion and salt build-up had created over time. "I know you're other there! You know it isn't cool to watch others like that!" She yowled as loud as she could, her voice shaky from anxiety. The truth was, Marigold wasn't even that sure where they were. The wind was blowing from all directions, the scent was practically everywhere! There was no possible way to pin-point their location. "Come out if you're here to fight!" She held out her paw, one that was blessed with sharp hooked claws. Surviving alone was hard, making friends was out of the question. It felt as if everyone were against her on this awful island.

Still cautious, Marigold opened her mouth slightly to get a stronger whiff of the salted air. Her blue eyes reflecting off the remaining sun, which was slowly being covered by layers of puffy ivory clouds. "Friends...?" Marigold paused, silence filling the atmosphere. Only sounds of crashing waves and gulls could be heard. Even the scuttling crabbits had disappeared down the beach. "I wouldn't hurt anyone." She spat, straightening herself up. Her stomach practically roared from hunger, she felt like she was being torn apart from the inside. "I'm just trying to find something to eat." She muttered, followed by a sigh. Berry bushes were picked clean, and bunnils and crabbits were far too agile for her to catch. Her attention followed back to that strange scent. "Another nicheling is here." She spoke, much louder this time. With a certain clarity of importance.

The scent of another nicheling wafted by as a strong gust of wind came from South of the island. Marigold narrowed her eyes, another nicheling was close. Her pointed ears flattened, and she lowered herself down to get a better scent. They were definitely near, which made her increasingly nervous.

Silently, Marigold contemplated her response as she stared deeply at the nicheling. Running wasn't an option, her webbed hind-legs allowed her to gain speed in the water, but on land..? She was practically useless. Her flat tail lashed slightly. "Wouldn't you like you know!" She spat back, nervously. Her voice shrill and youthful, appropriate for only having two gems. "You were following me, so, explain yourself."

Cautious footsteps against rough pebbles sounded in the distance, a wave of fear suddenly hit Marigold like a fallen tree to the face. For a split second, she contemplated whether to turn around, or run away from whoever was close. She wasn't oblivious to the tribes around this forsaken island and knew how territorial they could be. Though this beach didn't smell of anyone, there was no way she was on a tribes territory... Marigold whipped around to stare at the nicheling, who seemed to be following from a distance. Her back arched upon seeing them, and she took a cautious step back. "Who... who are you!" This was the first time she had seen another nicheling close by, the first time she hadn't seen one only by watching from afar. They were right there.

North of the Willow Tribe, Marigold stalked the sea shore. Though, against her paws was not the soft relief of chilled sand, rather dark pebbles against the crags and cliffs which waves would crash against at high tide. Marigold sighed, lowering her head as her stalk continued. She plaintively followed a crabbit as it skittered across the pebbly shore. A small titch sounding against the pebbles each time it took a quick step. She stopped, giving up, throwing her head back to stare at the ocean. She was starved, her ribs showing, and her fur tangled and matted. Beaten by the strong winds which were frequent on this island which she found she could not leave, no matter how hard to tried. She missed her family, her past life. She could barely remember what led to her washing ashore here, but all she could wish was that it never happened. Her blue eyes twinkled as light reflected off of them.

(Okay, should I start whenever then?)

(Okay! They're a rogue right?)

(Should I make a character, or adopt one? If you want, you can just adopt one for me, I don't have a particular preference just as long is it is female - as I feel more comfortable playing a female character. 😅)

(If you want I can join this... I just need to work on a nicheling. 😊)

Hmm, perhaps! Thank you, wasn't sure what it would be called. 😁

Hmmm, this is a bit of an interesting topic. I'm not sure if I necessarily have any fears? Or at least one extreme enough to warrant it being a phobia. I probably have experienced a few "fears" but I have never had a specific reason, most that weren't a big / long thing were irrational. But I do have one fear that still kind of effects me nowadays. So here goes. 🙂 When I was younger, and still somewhat now. I had this weird fear or dread when I had to go to sleep, or when I was tired and about to go to bed. I can't really explain it, and I don't know if there is a phobia related to sleeping. But the main reason was because I constantly worried throughout the night about things that most likely wouldn't happen. It probably started when my cousin started talking about things that have a low % but are possible, leading me to taking it pretty seriously and getting freaked out. So, I was scared of dying in my sleep, having a tree fall on me, kidnapped in my sleep, etc. I also suffer from sleep paralysis on occasion, and those experiences really freak me out and make me reluctant to fall asleep, or push myself to stay up WAY later than what is healthy. (Like staying up 20 hours out of a 24 hour day.) Though it tends to happen when I'm stressed out or extremely sleep deprived, so it doesn't usually help. Though luckily I have been sleeping a lot because I am really sick currently! 😷

tell your dad to tell you im not the murderer🙃

PinverClaw420 wake up, and smell the cat food, in your bank account

This is so cute! I love the sticky tongue, they look absolutely adorable. It's also very useful in dryer islands / climates. And it looks even cuter how you drew it! 😍❤

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What a wonderful idea! 😁

Whalecome! 🐳 I hope you have a fin-tastic time on the forums! 😁🐠