#Clan of the Featherfall Reaches

[bellasdragons]

So I scattered my egg hatch (saving the other egg for later) and after WAY too many gems, landed on a double!

Sadly, that double is a green I like. never use. I don't like the white accents on it, and it's generally pretty bright. THAT SAID I'd love to figure out something for this little dude.

Shamrock/Umber/Shamrock, Plague eyes, F pose ID is 98974388 if anyone wants to scry?

Bio here with some scries, but I"m not 100% sold, especially on the primary.

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I was just scrolling and thought that looked an awful lot like my dragon.... how cool! :D

November 19, 2024:

Phthalo Secondary, Snapper, Smoke.

Prisma of Catfeather's clan!

[laurawritesandgames]

Birth

Despite his role in making Mistwalk and Featherfall pregnant, the Ruler hated how lazy it made them.

Mistwalk had been feeling anxious and restless all day, but she wouldn’t risk harming her kit by arguing with the Ruler when he ordered her to gather the last of the herbs from the abandoned garden. 

She went into labour as she reached the fence.

The only protection nearby was the hydrangea bushes. She hurried under them and began licking away the womb-fluid seeping from her vagina. The flowers on the bushes were dead, so there was no scent to remind her of the Cat Garden, but disgust raised her fur nonetheless.

“Longhair!” It padded up to her, eye wide. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“My kit’s coming. Could you please—”

“He should be here.” It started to move, then stopped himself. “Shouldn’t he?”

“It, could you escort me—”

He bolted for the aspen grove. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him!”

MeadowClan cats had kitted in worse places than a scraggly bush near a Thunderpath. One queen, Brightclaw, had kitted during one of the summer fires that swept the meadow. Mistwalk licked herself, paced and waited. The garden wasn’t far from the aspen grove, but no one came. The Ruler must have gone hunting and not told anyone where.

The smell of deer spiked her fur. At the clacking of a tree branch, she hissed, lashing her tail. The rush of a faraway monster made her unsheathe her claws. I can’t stay here!

She ran for the aspen grove. Her first contraction hit as she passed the monsteryard. She staggered to a stop, closing her muzzle on a yowl so it only came out as a groan. Heart pounding, she darted beneath the fence. The evergreen hedges by the old Twoleg nest would be good cover.

Panting, she hid, trying to cover as much of her white pelt as possible.

When It and the Ruler appeared in her field of vision, she growled before she could stop herself. The two toms stopped approaching. The Ruler stared at her in surprise, his pupils widening—then narrowing to slits as his ears drew back.

Fear filled her, more powerful than any contraction. “My love, please forgive me! I didn’t mean to snarl. It’s instinct, only instinct!”’

The Ruler whispered, “You left her alone.” He fixed his yellow-eyed gaze on It.

“Huh?” It began backing up. “To—to find you, brother! I knew you’d want to be—”

The Ruler lashed out, claws out, a blow to punctuate each word. “You! Left! My! Mate! Alone!”

“I’m sorry!” It yowled louder than a monster’s howl. “I’m stupid! I’m stupid!”

Another contraction stabbed through Mistwalk, making her claw at the dirt. “We can’t attract attention!” She barely recognized that sharp snarl as hers. “Not now. Just keep watch.” The pain ebbed enough that she remembered to beg. “Please, my love.”

The Ruler struck her with claws out, but what did that compare to the pain of her kit’s birth? At least he listened; he paced quietly, tail lashing. It cringed, but even his moans fell silent. As time passed and her contractions came and went, Mistwalk noticed he only cringed when the Ruler was looking his way. The rest of the time, It watched her hindquarters, his eye bright and ears perked.

He gives the Ruler a show and stops himself from getting a worse beating. Clever It.

The moon had moved the width of a shorthair’s tail by the time her kit was born. Mistwalk licked the membrane from them and began licking against their fur. Gradually, the smell of her womb-fluids faded and she could make out their scent: a tom. He was white-furred. She sighed in relief. Not that looks mattered, of course. She’d love him no matter what. (But it was easier, she admitted, when he looked like her.)

“That was disgusting,” It said, giggling.

The Ruler glanced at his brother, mrrowing in amusement. “You came out of Mom like that. So did the others.”

It flinched as if struck and stared at his paws. 

Her kit squirmed to her teat and began sucking. Purring, she wrapped her tail around him to keep him warm.

“I’ll call him This,” the Ruler announced. “Shorthair’s kit will be That. This and That! Get it?”

It, usually the first to laugh at his brother’s jokes, didn’t even chuckle. Mistwalk forced herself to mrrow. Let the Ruler call her son whatever he wanted. His true name was Meadowkit.

“We’ll see what name This earns,” the Ruler said, eyes half-lidded and tail raised.

 For once, we agree. Meadowheart, perhaps. I’ll try to make him worthy of that.

Featherfall kitted three days after Mistwalk. The birth went well, though Mistwalk had to encourage her to lick the membrane off what turned out to be another tom, white with a patch of orange on his rump and black ear tips. The Ruler visited his kit, named him, and left a few heartbeats later, leaving the Enforcer to watch over the she-cats.

When noise of the Enforcer’s snores competed with the howling of icy wind, Mistwalk whispered, “What do you want to name him?”

Featherfall was silent for so long that Mistwalk was about to repeat the question until she muttered, “Barekit.” No Clan cat would ever name their kit after the season of starvation and killing cold. After the strain of birth, Featherfall would come to her senses.

Mistwalk nudged Meadowkit against her teat to encourage him to suckle. This was the second day she’d had to do that. He’s as forgetful as his mother, poor thing. He didn’t suckle strongly. Perhaps he’s not hungry?

Seeing Featherfall lay her head on her paws and stare blankly at the nursery wall broke her heart. She couldn’t move to groom Featherfall without dislodging Meadowkit, so she reached out with her tail. “May I…?” Once, she never would have had to ask. Another mark the Ruler had left on them.

“Do what you want.” So Mistwalk stroked Featherfall’s back and haunches until her eyes began to drift closed.

The new kit’s fur had dried enough that Mistwalk could make out more of his features. Already his ears seemed large, like his mother’s. “What do you think of Rabbitkit?” she blurted out before she remembered she was trying to soothe Featherfall to sleep.

“Do what you want,” she murmured, eyes closed.

“Meadowkit and Rabbitkit.” Meadowkit dropped his mouth from her teat. He should have been hungrier. “Good names for our good young toms. Our dear boys.”

[bellasdragons]

I finished a bunch of dragons this week! Been saving up (both money and scrolls lol) and super splurged. Most need names/renaming and matching scenes, but otherwise they're done!

Fathom: Breed Change (from Bogsneak), Savannah, Faded eyes, apparel, scene Obelisk: Scatterscroll, Breed Change (from Guardian), scene, waiting on new modern terts (lol)

Fathom: Got apparel, scene Auraboa: Tert decided finally Rousse: Flaunt and Smoke

Fae 1: Paisley (from Ground), Soap, apparel Fae 2: Noxtide, Peacock, Dark eyes (edit: and Fae!) Eclipse: Scatterscroll, fully gened, Pastel eyes, scene

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(Belated) Snapper Sunday!

Eurdolgrol (shaman), Garth (from my rainbow breeding pair), Aina (ace dragon and just pretty)

Gala, Nephthys

Unnamed, Prisma, Tomo

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AKJHEGLKUSHBDLIU?!?!?!?

omgomgomg (the noise I made when seeing this--!)

SHE'S BEAUTIFUL AND SO SOFT AND I DON'T HAVE MORE COHERENT WORDS BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Frostflower for @bellasdragons <3

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*unsure*

[bellasdragons]

Heeheehee, my Aquascape accent came in! Now my aquarium!noodle is complete, unless they release a(nother) good underwater scene! >:3

[bellasdragons]

Scattered a dragon I've had for a while, and landed on some REALLY good colors. A breed change and some genes (can't believe I found a use for Fern!) later and she actually has a character now!

She needs a (new) name and I'm still thinking designs but here's a preliminary sketch!

She is a florist and loves sunhats c:

[bellasdragons]

Sorry you aren't feeling well.

This is Chamomile the Clan's healer! She works with all sorts of ailments and can certainly help with coughs! Just let her work her herbal magic! Though if it doesn't work, well... there's this kinda mysterious guy in the nearby area who set up shop. His treatments work really well, but there's something about him. Chamomile doesn't trust him, but he hasn't caused any harm so far, and she (begrudgingly) admits his treatments do work. And that's what's important, right...?

Hope you feel better soon!! :)

share your healers/medics/comfort dragons

trying not to cough my lungs out while i am in bed so i’d appreciate any of ur dragons with their best treatments and treats

[bellasdragons]

My boyo!

He/they. Not named yet. But very fond of him - he's a bday g1 and I scattered him a couple times (but accidentally deleted the history). He needs a fun accent but the ones that I like all blend in too much. >3>

Definitely not my best work, but I'm trying really hard to have fun with things, so... yeah. It was fun at least! Was supposed to be a headshot but I accidentally drew the front legs and then had to keep going, y'know?

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Sketch of my progens!

I'm "participating" in NaNoWritMo this year - by writing lore for my clan! I'm not aiming to get 50k words or a coherent original novel, but I really miss writing and my friend was considering doing nano this year, so I said I'LL DO IT TOO, but my goal is to just... write. It's gonna be lore snippets (both for my clan overall and for individual dragons), stuff for my Neopets, maybe some fanfic ideas that have been percolating - whatever comes to mind. Have some fun with it, y'know?

I already got a nice little prologue written about how Magpie (Fae, custom progen) and Veil (Mirror, random progen) meet, and gives a bit of a setting introduction. c:

[bellasdragons]

Got the final scroll early this morning, so.... NEW PAIR HYPE

Probably will price kiddos around 150k? Depends if they come out as awesome as expected. (side note, fr really needs to add a progeny generator for scries)

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Look at this beautiful art of my girl! *heart eyes*

my friend’s @bellasdragons ‘s Saskia!!

a pearly that dear to me because she’s the daughter of my clan’s chief  it was nice to draw her again, she was fun!

[bellasdragons]

There was no reply to my trade thread, so I decided to scatter. Sometimes, the first try is good, actually.

Old look (left) >>> New look (right)

He's a G1 and I don't remember what he started as? but I gened and breed-changed him twice. :') Worth it though. He just needs a new name now!

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Wildclaw Wednesday! Not listing all the names (half need names anyway), but please Perceive Them. <3