#BrownFur

[theassez-news]

ASMR All Day Long | 😴✨ #blueslime #brownfur #colorfulrhinestones #brush ...

[minyboy]

We took a break from a current dnd campaign for a mini one. I made the character Quartz, or Mr. Goo. He's a neutral plasmoid wizard with no social skills who just does whatever he wants, mostly messed up experiments for his magic. he has an octopus familiar named Maria who he loves, and loves to get killed.

[catsofwillowclan]

"Heart to Heart"

"Brownfur had a difficult conversation with Oakshade, and they now have a deeper understanding of each other."

A disagreement between mentors leads to a conversation between warriors.

"And that's what not to do!" Brownfur shouts, making Dustypaw startle. She jumps up from the ditch where mentors were hiding and crosses to the center of the clearing in long, easy strides. The sun beats down hot from where it hangs high in the sky, dry dust kicking up from Dustypaw and Auburnpaw's feet as they trudge out from their own hiding spot in the brush.

A now-empty snare lays limply around a half-eaten pile of berries, its loop pulled loose by the rabbit's short struggle to get free. She barely even has to pick it up before the rest of it comes undone in her hands.

"Your knots were too lose, and you tied them in reverse. I'm surprised it even managed to catch something at all." She tosses the rope unceremoniously back into the dust. "Fix it, until there's a rabbit for dinner or the sun goes down. Whichever comes first."

"...yes ma'am," Auburnpaw mutters meekly. He hasn't looked away from the dirt.

"I can't hear you when you mumble," Brownfur says, with all the warmth of a river in winter. Auburnpaw's eyes snap up.

"Yes, ma'am!" he squeaks.

"Good." She says sharply, "Now tie it again."

"You can't just yell at him like that," Oakshade says as Brownfur slips back into the shade at the edge of the clearing. The two mentors had been watching the hunting practice, keeping a careful eye the apprentices that were currently huddling to reset their failed snare. "They're not going to respond to it."

Brownfur huffs at Oakshade's comment, almost entertained by the idea. "I've taught plenty of rogue kids this way, and they've survived just fine."

"Maybe they seem fine, but they'll just end up being afraid of you. Look at him - he's too nervous to even tie the line, let alone set a trap right," she says, nodding to where Auburnpaw is fumbling with his knots while Dustypaw tries to scoop up the fallen berries and brush away the dirt.

"A little fear can be a healthy motivator." Brownfur raises an eyebrow. "Just because you like to go soft on them doesn't mean I have to be."

"Excuse me?!" Oakshade balks. Brownfur just shrugs.

"It's no wonder these kids are so sloppy and don't have any sense of discipline, when you let them run around doing whatever they want and coo at them when they make a mistake. It's disgraceful. It makes them act like helpless babies."

Oakshade bristles. "They're 12! They might be training apprentices, but they're still children, and children need to be taught and not shamed. In Tarnclan we never-"

"Well, we aren't in Tarnclan, are we." Brownfur spits, her dark amber eyes boring straight into Oakshade's.

"No." Oakshade says, her grey eyes hard as stone. "We're not. But just because we're not in my clan anymore, doesn't mean I need to teach them like they're out in the wilds. You might have been a rogue, and survived on your own, and taught the kids you found to do the same thing, but we don't have to do that."

Brownfur has gone silent, watching Oakshade with a strange expression.

"They have a clan now, and a community to help and that helps them in return," Oakshade continues, "And it's our job right now to do that. To help them, and encourage them, and make sure they grow up confident and curious. Not make them feel like if they make a mistake it's their life on the line."

Brownfur looks away.

"You may think it's all roses and sunshine out here, Oakshade, but you have no idea what's coming for those kids," she says, gesturing to the apprentices. Dustypaw's gotten his ankle caught in the now correctly tied snare. Auburnpaw is laughing at him as he struggles to get out of it, the stress of Brownfur's lecture seemingly forgotten for the time being.

"This place isn't going to be kind once they have to make choices like warriors instead of children." Brownfur's voice softens, strangely, in a way that Oakshade has never heard before. "One day it will be their life on the line. And they need to be ready for when that happens."

Oakshade doesn't reply. Instead, the two mentors watch their apprentices playing in the sun, and for a moment they can forget that catching the rabbit is to make sure they eat dinner tonight, or that they train to fight because they train to kill or be killed.

Winter is coming, and Brownfur isn't wrong that the world outside has claws and teeth. But for now the boys are young, and happy, and there will be more rabbits. And sometimes apprentices can be children - there will be plenty of time later for them to grow up.

[foxsphotoclub]

This photo of a Fossa cat at Africa Alive zoo was relaxing on a sunny day.

Did you know?

The Fossa scientific name is cryptoprocta ferox

The Fossa is Vulnerable (Population decreasing)

[henrybelly]

anyone got a good WCRP with the original 4 (or 5) clans and traditional naming system

[bramblewhisker]

Brownfur, ShadowClan warrior born with Lionblaze-esque powers, and it makes his life hell. He's the strongest warrior in the clan, but since he never comes back with even a single scar everyone questions if he's really fighting all that much.

He volunteers for every patrol and runs toward every fight but few cats seem to notice because he handles everything so cleanly. One time he took down a fox all on his own, came back to camp covered in blood, but when it became clear that none of it was his, and he didn't even have a single bite mark on him, no cat seemed very impressed.

He's been dumped twice now for worse fighters with notable battle scars. Friends from his youth keep earning cool names like Raggedpelt and Slashedeye, but he's still Brownfur. As he cleanly takes down an aggressive rogue, he wonders why StarClan cursed him this way.

[dirt-clan]

WHO is that pretty blue-eyed badgerclan cat

that’s Brownfur!! she’s the deputy of Badgerclan and is charismatic + a great speaker

[exocynraku]

I love when u make a hypokit and the parents r called some basic shit like brownfur and redfur and u name the hypokit some mindblowing thing like wisteriamonotoneswirl

thank youuuu <3 boring warrior cats names GO TO HELL

[bonefall]

hard traditionalist naming systems sound so boring..."honeyfern? honey isnt on ferns!" bro it sounds good and has meaning what is your deal :( not everyone can be called brownfur

Like, I enjoy working in limitations, but names really blend together if you get too restrictive with suffixes and prefixes

I get it when they want to make sure names have actual meanings instead of just sounding nice, but you should at LEAST have several words for the same concept.

Like instead of just -Claw for strong warriors, include -Thorn, -Slash, and -Burr.

For smart-mouthed cats, have -Fang, -Bite, -Jaw, -Tongue, and -Nettle.

Beauty? -Fur, -Face, -Shine, -Flower

Hunting ability, do -Whisker, -Shade, -Fern.

The lack of creativity a lot of people display with their restrictions drives me nuts. Hard Traditionalists never really played with the idea of the names really meaning anything either, it was more of a "no fun allowed" rule than a "please name your warrior something fitting for the setting" one

[brightblueflare]

BLAZING SKY AU: LIST OF RENAMES

Previous name (origin) → Rename (reason)

I usually avoid AU's that change the names of well known characters, and renaming them myself, since I find tend to find it confusing.

However, one of the things that bothers me the most is the name repetition. No canon, I most definitely do not want two Tigerstar's.

For this AU, I will change the names of as few characters as possible, while trying to avoid repetition. For example, if there are two characters named Brownfur, one of them will have a name change, and become Brownpelt.

Previous name (origin) → Rename (reason)

Princess (Firestar's sister) → Creekshine (joins a Clan)

Smudge (Into the Wild) → Smudgespot (joins a Clan)

Oliver (Princess' mate) → Icestorm (joins a Clan)

Rainfur (SkC) → Rainbloom (conflict)

Frecklewish (SkC) → Frecklewing (conflict)

Mintfur (SkC) → Mintbloom (conflict)

Duskpaw (Hawkwing's Journey) → Sunpaw (worldbuilding)

Cloudmist → Dawnmist (to avoid repetition of prefixes)

Hillkit (Missing Kits) → Hillrunner (save)

Downkit (Missing Kits) → Downwind (save)

Mosspaw (ShC) → Mossclaw (Brokenstar)

Violetpaw (ShC) → Violetthorn (Brokenstar)

Dawnpaw (ShC) → Dawnstrike (Brokenstar)

Mintkit (ShC) → Mintpool (save/Brokenstar)

Blossomkit (ShC) → Blossomfrost (save/Brokenstar)

Stumpytail → Stumptail (wouldn't get mamed for an injury he was born with)

Tornear → Torear (very minor injury to be named after)

Swankit (Missing Kits) → Swansong (save)

This is a draft, so it's possible names will be added, but it's the general idea.

[eybefioro]

Sometimes I jsut randomly remember that Ineffable bureaucracy happened and it's not a fanfic I read in the middle of the night.

But it makes so much sense when you look at S1. GO is all about opposing sides finding love in the middle.

Anyway, I love how boxfly going cannon changed the way I see ships in GO forever.

Institutional problem? 99% cannon already. Brownfur? Forever.

(This train of thought came from this lovely ff about Furfur and Mr Brown "Do the one you're with". It's great!)

[eybefioro]

Well, this time I'll share my BrownFur / FurCarpet fanfic that I wrote for the GOAD Valentine exchange 💛 it's a little glimpse of Furfur's life post S2.

Rated E, ~5,8k words

Summary: Furfur is very tired of his work. After Shax becomes Prince of Hell, he finds a way to scape taking trips to Earth, posing as a spy. He ends up finding comfort on the arms of a certain Shopkeeper of Wickber Street.

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[minyboy]

The mini figure of my current Dnd avatar Dehel. Dehel was a happy family Harengon, a hard-working farmer, and a helper at the local adventurer-filled tavern. One evening he was walking in the woods alone A dragon swooped down from the sky and landed in front of him. The dragon told him, you are my new champion, go fight in my name,  gave him a sword, and left. Dehel terrified of what he just saw, grabbed the sword and ran, abandoning his old life and family. Now he adventures to fight in that nameless dragon's name always looking to the sky for the monster to return, to eat him most likely.

[catsofwillowclan]

Dustypaw's Darkness

"Oakshade sees how nervous Dustypaw is and whispers a quiet encouragement to them as they touch noses, promising to be a good mentor to them."

Dustykit has been nervous about his naming ceremony all week, and now that it's finally here, he's even more terrified. Will Starclan accept him as an apprentice?

---

Dustykit shuffles his feet at the edge of the ceremony grounds, trying not to cough at the acrid smell of the fire smoke mixed with the ceremonial herbs as Quiverpelt does her communing with Starclan. He's been nervous all day about this ceremony, his stomach tied up in a pile of tangles and knots like the braids Brownfur wove into his long hair just hours before. What if he's not really good enough to become an apprentice? What if Starclan rejects him? What if his new mentor hates him?! The thoughts swirl wildly into one another, blurring into a general sense of anxiety as he gazes across the ceremony grounds at all the clan members who have gathered to see him off.

They're all dressed in their fine naming shirts from the various clans they came from, an eclectic rainbow of shells and bone beads and embroidery that catch the light of the bonfire like stars. Thriftpaw and Auburnpaw watch on from the shadows by their mentors, waving excitedly at him when he catches their eyes. Soon they'll all be peers, apprentices going on patrol and training, having adventures together and becoming mighty warriors... unless he can't do it. Unless he can't become a warrior, and messes it all up, and then--

"Great Starclan!" Quiverpelt's voice booms across the clearing. Despite her older age, the medicine woman looks as formidable as any of the warriors, her dark skin glowing in the bonfire light. "We have called upon you and heard your words, and in return, we ask that you hear our own.

Dustykit feels a push on his shoulders from Brownfur, ushering him to step forwards to meet his fate. He gulps.

The walk to the bonfire from the edge of the circle feels like an eternity. Every single eye is on him, watching him, judging his worthiness... or at least it feels like that, anyway, all dressed up and the center of attention. His footfalls feel heavy as he gets closer and closer to the fire's blazing heat, stopping just short of the stones on the border of the firepit. It feels like an oven, heat radiating into his face, and as he peers across the bright light the only thing he can make out is Quiverpelt's stern face and the faint, ghostly pale shadows of Pipitstar and Lilacspeck beyond.

"Dustykit," she says, less booming but no less heavy with ceremony. "You stand before us today to receive your mentor, and take your first step on the path to becoming a warrior. Do you accept this responsibility to support and defend your clan, and to learn and revere the warrior code always?"

"Y-yes," he says, but it's shaky, and he stiffens hearing his own weak voice. Quiverpelt's brow softens and she inclines her head to him.

"Try again, child," she offers, soft enough that the gathered crowd won't hear it.

"Yes, I do!" he practically shouts, jarring but better than no one being able to hear him at all, and there are a few stray cheers from the other apprentices before the warriors shush them.

Quiverpelt smiles. "Then let your mentor step forwards to accept you."

He can make out Oakshade now across the way, stepping out of the shadows where Pipitstar and Lilacspeck are standing to join Quiverpelt on the opposite side of the fire. Her naming motifs swirl like her tattoos, the tunic and belt covered in polished acorn shells and patterns of oak leaves and her headband stitched with constellations of stars that Dustykit can't recognize. She watches him cooly from across the fire, her green eyes betraying nothing of whatever she might think. Quiverpelt nods as the warrior settles into her place, and pulls out a small handful of herbs that were prepared for the ceremony.

"Ancestors in the stars above us," she calls, this time up towards the darkened night sky where a million twinkling stars shine down from overhead. "This new apprentice has sworn to learn the path of the warrior. We ask you to offer him guidance so that he may walk this path with clear eyes and a strong heart."

A thick pale smoke rises from where the herbs start to burn as she casts them into the fire, filling the air with the scent of camphor and dried leaves. Dustykit squints and holds his breath, trying not to breathe too much of it in. He desperately searches the smoke for any sign that Starclan might be mad at him, for something that says Oakshadow should abandon him as an apprentice... Quiverpelt is silent for what feels like a long time, watching the swirls of smoke disappear up into the sky, and Dustykit's heartbeat feels like a thundering drum in his chest.

But after an eternity, she speaks.

"You will face a darkness, young apprentice."

Dustykit's blood runs cold. A hush falls over the already silent crowd, drowning out everything but Dustykit's own racing thoughts. Is this it? Is this what finally does it? Is he doomed forever because of this omen? Is he--

"Darkness that lingers even when the land is covered in light. A darkness that comes from inside yourself." She points, directly at his chest. "It will try to consume you and drive you from your path, but you must not let it. You must stand up to your fears, even if it hurts at first. Even if you feel you cannot stand against it any more, you must look to the light around you instead of the darkness within."

Dustykit inhales. His hands are shaking. Everyone is still so quiet, but Quiverpelt just looks... sad.

"Starclan has spoken," she says, finally, after watching Dustykit take in the prophecy. "You will face great trials from within, but where there is darkness there must always be light. Those who walk the warrior path will always be able to guide you, should you seek their help." she pauses, letting him take in her own advice, before continuing.

"You may cross the fire and receive your name."

He bows his head to Quiverpelt, and his feet move like he's in a dream. He's surprised he doesn't fall over, given how weak his knees feel, but he manages to stumble his way to where Oakshade is standing with a small bowl and stand up to look her in the eye. She has an odd expression, as if she's finally looking at him for the first time as more than just a child.

"You must trust others, and above all trust yourself," she says, dipping two fingers into the dye in her hand and leaning down to mark his cheeks and nose. "Keep that in mind, and you'll go far, Dustypaw. I'll make sure of it."

Dustypaw nods, silently, shakily, but he can tell he's smiling now - though wether its from nerves or true excitement for the future, it's hard to say - and she smiles back at him. Quiverpelt's staff rattles, cutting through the sounds of the crackling fire and murmuring crowd.

"Let us all greet Willowclan's newest apprentice!" she shouts triumphantly, and the crowd erupts into cheers. Dustypaw turns to face the crowd, to face Pipitstar, to face everyone - they all seem so happy for him, shouting and celebrating his new name. It almost doesn't feel real.

"May Starclan watch you along your path, young warrior," Pipitstar calls over the roaring of the crowd as Thriftpaw and Auburnpaw break away from the edges to race in and hug their new fellow apprentice, and Dustypaw beams in reply.

[anonthefold]

True words from my mouth during last night's D&D session:

Me [Hrothi]: "I've come prepared for tonight."

Whitefur: "[DM] if you kill Whitefur I have a backup planned

Me: "Is it a gunslinger Harengon named 'Brownfur'?"

Whitefur: "Shut up Hrothi don't give him my secrets."

Me: "It's ok I have a backup planned too. I will play a rogue and they will be the edgiest edgelord that has ever Edged and their name will be November"

*Starts flossing on a brick*

DM: "Now I can't ever kill Hrothi."

*Sadly flossing on the same brick but with much more sadness and less flossing*

[trinketdealer]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage blue and brown lace overlay top with fur cuffs stretchy material.