Posts by THORNKIT.

omf that sounds cool????? ohh what if she was the first born but her mom died from complications and the rest of her siblings were never born? and she was raised by her dad?

aa idk but it sounds like good plot material <3

i think it'd be more fun to have somebody playing her dad, but its up to you!

what does he look like, ko? i might throw some out but i'm not very good at them myself

u could do a separate adoption for him with some plot ideas outlined? it would probably get more attention than the tribe mass adopts, i think

late af but yeah ! spider sounds like a rad dude !!

ok but if gale is pure white, then that means her mom was white too. that's hella angsty omfg

ooooo this means howl will be able to get into trouble w somebody other than his sibs now >;O

and the correct answer is: all of the above ;U

so i take it that night is hearing impaired?? if so, howl will definitely fend off anybody who tries to bully her and may do some mean shit in return (tho tbh few would wanna deal w him bc sky is a scary lady to cross) and get in loads of trouble that way ! and he will definitely have a way to communicate with her if she's hard of hearing or fully deaf ;))

it would probably be pretty simple since they're young, but may evolve as they grow older?? like mostly using traditional cat body language might be the best way to go about it without making it super complicated? but idk how to go about this so if you have any ideas!! ;^)

so howl is gonna develop some crude version of sign language for his hearing impaired friend but i am d e c e a s e d

basic body language:

- displaying belly; relaxation, chill out, can be defensive

- growling on back; agitated, ready to strike

- arched back; may be trying to cuddle

- arched back with hackles raised; frightened, angry, trying to seem bigger

- rubbing against something; claiming it with scent

- kneading; particularly happy/content

- languid blink; it's okay, i trust you, comfortable

- dilated pupils; surprised, scared, stimulated

- constricted pupils; tense, possibly aggressive

- stare; a challenge

- half closed eyes; safe, relaxed

- tail held high; confidence, lets go!, approachable

- tail curled around another's tail; friendliness

- tail tucked between hindlegs; anxiety, insecurity, threatened, submissive

- tail moving rapidly back and forth; agitated, should be left alone

- tail moving slowly back and forth; assessing the situation, thoughtful

- tail high and fluffed out, hackles raised, back arched; defensive, trying to seem bigger

- tail tip twitching; playful

- curved tail; eager, playful

- caterwauling; (common in deaf cats) made when threatened

- growling, hissing, spitting; back off, defensive, angry

- high pitched gurgling, chattering; friendliness

- purring; contentment, comfort seeking

- ears forward; possibly playful, content

- ears straight up; alert

- ears turned back; irritated, overwhelmed

- ears turned sideways/back; uneasiness

- ears back and flat against head; scared, defensive/angry, aggressive

there was hesitant murmuring of the fur that slowly turned white, of the stoneteller's youngest litter with a clan cat. so howl knew what it felt like to be out of place, as he was no exception from the strange affliction; for the sea of creamy white fur had once not lapped so far up his hindlegs and tail, the gentle warmth having slowly flaked away as he had grown older and was beginning to lose his baby fluff. not that he minded much-- it was really pretty cool how it affected each of his siblings differently, it was just that the rest of the tribe were too stubborn to see it!

sun warmed earth beneath his paws, the boy reveled in the bliss of the sunlight gleaming with softness upon his small, fur tousled frame. his eyes fluttered closed and his face was lifted to the sun, squinting a little as his shadowed sight pulsed with a scarlet hued heat. and in the quiet that followed, he could feel the breeze lulled into gentleness by the warmth that blanketed the hollow, gentle wisps tugging loose locks, brushing against the fur inside his ears and the small tufts perched atop them. he had half a mind to just sun bathe for a few hours (and probably nap for the entirety of it, if he was being truthful) and play with the other older kits later, a purr thrumming contentedly in the back of his throat as his tail rested against the ground. but his sight slowly bled into familiar shapes as one of the preyhunter's voices came from nearby, someone he knew. spider! he turned, a little slowly for he was sluggish and warm beneath the sun's rays, and smiled at the sight. it was spider with pale little night beside him.

tail lifted in greeting, he trotted towards them, coming up on night's other side a tail length off-- he didn't want to startle the younger kit after all, he had done it before and wasn't keen on doing it again-- before coming closer and flopping onto his back at her paws. "hey, night!" he miaowed louder than he usually would, a smile curling boyish and innocent upon his maw. with his belly displayed to the sun's warmth and beside trusted tribemates, he was more than happy to stay there all day long if he was given the chance.

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im trying a new art style (i can only do traditional oof, sorry yall), so if anybody wants to throw refs/tags at me, go ahead!

i'll do my best !!! ;^)

welcome! <33

i was summoned by the art + my sins as a terrible parent to dust

pls shoot me thx

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of course! but,, >:) ur gonna have to reply to the nightmare thread

hey zhar !!! it's sach/i play dusty bitch and wolfmask <3

;))) gonna reply and then throw up a private! <3

aaaaa i love avalanche!!!! she might not like howl bc he's kinda still a bby but he will fite her tbh, any time, any place

just,,

howl, ready to throw hands w his sis, all up in her space and cuddling w her: what u gonna do

also! ur art is very good <33333

before he had realized it, shadows warm and saccharine brushed gently against his own peachy creams, a comfort despite the the frightening inky black of which his nightmare had been crafted. her scent-- the morning dew upon blades of grass, before the sun has risen and shadows are all shades of melancholy-- washed over him, a tide that drenched his fur in tingling warmth wherever she touched. his breath stuttered, panic lacing every exhale, and he tried to shove away the fear that stifled the very air around him, tried to slow his breathing. yet his body wouldn't listen, if he held his breath to try and control it, he felt like he couldn't breathe at all and then the panic would settle in again, but if he didn't try, then he felt like he was choking on air itself.

it wasn't real, it wasn't real. mom was right here beside him, and she was alive. shaking, trembling, unable to still himself, he buried his tear-streaked face into her chest, drowning in the sea of ever shifting black. why couldn't he just forget that stupid dream already? it wasn't real!

but that's when he heard it: through the panic that had left him deaf to everything but his mother's words, there was an irregular beating.

thum-thump. thum-thump.

it was steady. strong. he focused on it, let it drive away the nightmare as it became his world and enveloped him wholly, and eventually, slowly, his breathing settled into a hoarse rhythm that echoed the heartbeat. and when the fear was but a dull ache in his breast, he reluctantly lifted his head and let the breeze caress his dirty, tousled frame. his thoughts drifted and time escaped his grasp, and he wasn't sure how long he had lain there with his mom's paws around him and her head resting gently beside them.

"you were... dying, dead maybe," the words were scratchy and weak, and the very sound of it left tears rolling down his cheeks, molten silver scorching his face.

standing beside the pile of prey that the preyhunters had just brought back, he nosed a blackbird to the side, glancing over each piece before looking away, none of them to his liking. snorting in defeat, he grabbed a ruddy hued tail and turned back around, the body of the squirrel swaying limply as it hung from his jaws. he padded towards the rock wall, eyes wandering upwards to trace the outlines of trees that reached over the sheer cliff edge before returning to his search and settling on fur the hue of a clear night sky and eyes the green of galaxies, whom he simply called mom.

paws tingling with weariness and dirt still clinging to his fur from an earlier tussle with a young to-be that he had grown up with, he approached with his plumed tail high and an ever present warmth gleaming softly in his own green eyes. greeting her with a rumbling purr and a languid blink, he lifted his chin to show her the squirrel, the question clear in the prick of his ears and the slight tilt of his head.

Sky With Rising Moon

paws thrown forward as he strained to catch his denmate that was just beyond his reach, a miaow of surprise escaped his maw as his face was ground into the dirt from his momentum. still as the dust settled, he lay on his side without making an effort to scramble back to his paws and face his target, so the other kitten approached, a paw poking at a cream leg. for a moment, there was nothing. howl didn't seem to be responding, so the other prodded him harder, a jab in his ribs this time. he shifted, face hidden beneath a foreleg, then from the stillness he suddenly became alive. not quite pushing himself to his paws, he launched himself at the unsuspecting kitten who didn't have enough time to dodge the low blow and then they too lay beside him, covered in dirt.

laughter peeling from their maws like a pair of little bells, they pawed halfheartedly at each other, the fake malice upon their faces slipping. rolling away a blow that was meant to pin him, the sight of his mom and avalanche distracted him for a second too long and he was soon smothered beneath fur as he was caught halfway turned to face his opponent. jaws clicked together lightly as he tugged at gritty fur from between their forelegs, pinned beneath them with his hindlegs useless since they weren't underneath the other. trapped and without a way to free himself, his head fell back with an irritated growl, tongue beginning to work out the granules of dirt caught between his teeth. losing really sucked.