#DO NOT TAG AS SHIP

[paepipi]

i have to keep living

[sosoribro]

we are li-ter-all-y kittens, douglas

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Damian and Jon are black cat and golden retriever coded to you. To me they are two snakes hissing at each other.

[kiwibongos]

sorry just felt like doing an old meme

[angievaldezart]

Another commission for MismatchedMoogle of his concept of a pre-brainwashed Surge as a young child meeting Kit.

Once I knew what kind of aesthetics they had in mind for a young Surge I pretty much leaned into the pastel fairy colors that they were describing.

[veiledren]

missing desert duo hours

[toffeebrews]

for @twinribbonz

og dreamtale by @/jokublog

og cross by @/jakei

knight's tale and decussate cross by @/twinribbonz

[embrelthequirky]

Bob and Punchy.

[foxxism]

[litllehrt]

I depend on you

[paepipi]

more little beibis

[lambsbite]

“You're ever welcome with me any time you like

Let's drive to the countryside, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes

So no one gets worried, no”

Blue Ridge Mountains

At first glance, Daybreak's home is almost picturesque, a perfect example of a cottage in a flowery glade, garden and all. But the longer one looks, the more the veneer fades. The garden is overgrown, the weeds are overtaking the flowers, the home almost entirely empty besides likely gifted basic necessities, and everything has a fine layer of dust.

It’s frankly pathetic, in Nightfall’s humble opinion, but it’s one he’s decided to not voice. After all, Day wasn’t expecting him, but she still welcomed him and his baggage with open arms and a bared heart. After all, it’s what’s led to the situation he finds himself in now, guided outside due to her shame of her imperfection, her inability to be the picture perfect host.

There’s a swing on the back porch, overlooking the garden and the flowers, where they’ve sat together in silence for the past half hour. Day swings her feet and frets at the hem of her cloak, never one to sit still, especially when she’s in one of her worrying moods. It’s so strikingly nostalgic, a habit kept from childhood, that Night is almost tempted to believe that she hasn’t changed at all. That it was only him. A notion not only foolish, but cruel as well.

He keeps his silence, tense- but Day, as always, is the one to finally reach out.

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been… better. Well enough to visit, obviously.”

The laugh he gets is better described as a weak exhale, a noise one would make on the verge of tears. He does not turn to look. Instead, his eye light travels from flower to flower. Indigo, canary, sapphire, cream, violet, pitch, teal, gold.

“I’m glad. I- well. I’ve missed you. Very much.”

There’s an ache in her voice, of both sorrow and relief, and he cannot help but echo it, a traitorous warble to his words.

“… I’ve missed you as well.”

Everything after that falls into place much easier.

[Divider source]

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Tim and Jason, post-reboot: this man is my brother he is my best friend he understands my mental illnesses we can communicate through just a glance we trust one another implicitly

Tim and Jason, pre-reboot: “GO TO HELL!” “NO, YOU!!!!” “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” “SAY THAT TO MY CROWBAR!!!” “I WILL PARADE YOUR CORPSE IN FRONT OF BATMAN!!!” etc., etc.,

[jester-jazzys-mind]

Again and Again (NOT A SHIP)

Tumblr’s being a bitch so I have to resort to this—

Jester Jazzy makes their first full MV and it’s Devi losing their mind

[kiskivmiske]

Warning in advance: this is a *friend*ship ff.

Tldr: headcanon that small kits have a connection with StarClan and occasionally play with SC kits in their dreams.

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Ribbons of sunset orange, green and purple danced around the night sky across the Silverpelt, painting a thick blanket of snow covering the camp. Bright sparks on the ground moved in unison with colorful waves above. Chilly breeze dusted fresh snow off twisted pine branches, showering ThunderClan camp with frosty glitter. 

    Even though it was freezing cold outside, thick fluffy snow wrapped itself around woven walls of the nursery, protecting kits and their mother. Leafkit peeked out, trying to get a glimpse of the night sky over mom's tail curling around her, and through a narrow entrance of the nursery. Her eyes only began to open slightly and she tried to  explore as much as they allowed at the moment.

    Every time they  stepped outside their cozy nursery, leafbare would start nipping at their noses, turning whiskers and faces white and sparkly. It didn't hurt much, but mom wouldn't allow to play outside for too long. She was worried, even knowing that her daughters were way too small to even reach the fern tunnel on their tiny weak paws. Sisters spent most of the day inside, drinking milk or wrestling with each other. Dad also visited them from time to time, accompanied by a small gray she-cat, who offered mom some herbs to eat. When nights started to get even colder, dad and his friend carved out a slab of hardened snow to cover the entrance, leaving out just a small window. 

    Squirrelkit was sleeping soundly, her face buried in fur on Sandstorm's belly. Unable to fight the sleepy, Leafkit plopped next to her sister. Feeling warmth of mother's body, sweet scent of milk and herbs, she quickly fell asleep. 

    Leafkit jolted awake, feeling that something just isn't right. Squirrelkit was still next to her, sitting up and looking at her sister. But mom wasn't there. And neither was the nursery. Two kits were in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by dense forest vegetation. If they were born in the newleaf, they would notice what exactly is wrong with this place. But, now knowing how trees and plants are supposed to look like, they didn't pay much attention to tall maples with glistening purple leaves surrounding the clearing and silvery blue grass under their paws.

    Leafkit sniffed the air, trying to pinpoint where her mom went. The smell of Sandstorm still lingered nearby, but it was hard to tell where she was. Maybe she's just dreaming? However, this time sister was in her dream, too, and Leafkit could clearly feel Squirrelkit's tail brushing across her paw. Yet, it definitely was a dream, both sisters moved easily, as if pulling of the earth loosened its grip on them. Normally, Leafkit would get stuck if a particularly thick branch got in her way, but now she bounced like a mossball. Leafkit felt like, if she jumps high enough, she could reach Silverpelt with her paws. 

    Tiny she-cat looked up at the starry sky. It was different now, covered in patches of colorful smoke floating around. Stars also moved, jumping between nebulous islands. 

    Crack! 

    Leafkit jumped up, turning around in the direction of the sound. Something big was moving towards them through dense underbrush! And it didn't smell like a normal cat, either! She-cat stood next to her sister, expecting an unknown entity to appear. Squirrelkit arched her back in response, preparing to protect Leafkit. Through a dense underbrush, she could see something white and... glowing!  Something that looked like a big sparkly cloud appeared before two sisters. It was just a kit. Older tom they didn't recognize. Big, fluffy, with stars shimmering in his pelt. Leafkit could sense the strange smell of minty cold leafbare air, sweet honey, unrecognizable herbs and old leaves. 

    "He-o! Am Snokeet."

    Leafkit tilted her head. The kit spoke, but his language was slightly different from mom's and dad's. Maybe he's from a different Clan? Leafkit tried to reply, but all she could manage with her limited vocabulary was "Hhhh... aaai!" Squirrelkit also babbled something, her posture loosening. 

    Older kit smiled and waved his paw. Several big snowflakes appeared in the air around the kits and slowly fell on glistening grass. Something about this stranger seemed familiar. His features slightly resembled that of a big tabby brown tom, who accompanied them on their first day outside. As if leafbare frost colored the whole Bramblepaw's face and body white. Squirrelkit slowly approached that strange kit, who waved his tail, as if telling to follow him. Leafkit followed her sister, looking around. 

    Trees and flowers around them looked like they were glowing from the inside. Flowers swayed in the breeze, dropping yellow, purple and cyan petals. Wind carried them away and into the sky, where colors mixed together, turning into green, purple and orange ribbons. Leafkit carefully stepped closer to the edge of the island, looking down. Below them was a Moon. Leafkit opened her eyes just recently and didn't get a chance to see a full Moon. Just a tiny, thin claw in the sky. The surface of the Moon glittered with a net of tiny lights. Its top was covered in snow, with colorful ribbons dancing around. 

    White kit warned her, signing to step away from the edge with a wave of his tail. Leafkit noticed something moving behind him. In a patch of glowing yellow flowers, Leafkit noticed two small shapes. Kits! Most importantly, kits of their age, maybe even younger! They were funny looking, with tiny flat noses and grumpy expressions. Both moved to look closer, almost poking Squirrelkit and Leafkit with their noses. 

    "Manee keets heah," white tom chirped, signing at the two and actively gesturing with his claws. "Ther mom is here. My mom is steel don theh!" He looked in the direction of the edge, at the white cap of the Moon visible through the fog. 

    Leafkit looked at the tom, not understanding why would his mother abandon him. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't have time to react when something big, even bigger than their new friend, leaped over a patch of flowers, landing in front of two sisters. It was dark gray and scary, with glowing yellow eyes and long matted fur. 

    "Ah! Little kits! Nice prey for Yellowfang!" the creature growled, showing sharp yellowed teeth. 

    Leafkit squeaked and turned around to run, followed by her sister and white tom. She ran fast, jumping over weird glowing mushrooms and small colorful berry bushes. Only when Leafkit was far enough, she turned around to see a shaggy gray cat sitting next to kittens, tilting her head back  in a fit of soundless laughter. White kit was also giggling, covering his mouth with a big fluffy paw.

    "No funee!" Leafkit scolded him playfully, tackling the tom. 

    He rolled on his back, laughing and trying to wrestle off two kits pinning him to the ground. 

    "Oh!" he suddenly froze, his smile fading slightly. He looked at the sky, which began turning deep blue, then green. "Sun! Tss time to go!"

    The sky was getting brighter, glowing yellow with streaks of pink clouds. The Moon also changed its colors, turning shiny blue with patches of green. Leafkit and Squirrelkit sat next to their friend, looking at the sky. The air became thick and foggy. It smelled of milk and nursery. 

    Leafkit opened her eyes. Her sister was stirring next to her, pawing at mom's belly. 

    ***

    "I'm sorry, Sandstorm. There's not much I could do," Cinderpelt dipped her head, looking through her storage. "This leafbare lasted longer than it's supposed to. We ran out of catnip half a moon ago, and it's long before it grows big enough again! Firestar tried to ask his sister to share some, but twolegs didn't give her any in a long time."

    Sandstorm tried to shrug off the chill of the night. She could hear Squirrelkit coughing in the darkness of the medicine den.

    "So, what options do we have?"

    "Let's hope that the herbs we have at the moment will suffice," the gray medicine cat sighed. "And that StarClan will have mercy on her."

    Leafkit curled up in a ball next to her cousin. Cloudtail sat with his mate and her tiny daughter Whitekit, trying to drown out conversation outside with his purring. 

    "Is Squirrelkit going to be okay?" Leafkit asked, turning towards Brightheart.

    The queen moved her head to look at the small she-cat with her only eye. 

    "Of course she is, dear. My sister is a talented medicine cat! She won't let her down!" Brightheart purred softly, but Leafkit could hear uncertainty in her voice. 

    Leafkit frowned and covered her head with thick fluffy tail, preparing to fall asleep. But, no matter how hard she tried to relax, she couldn't. She had to lay awake for a long time, listening to the sounds outside. Muffled voices of Graystripe and Brackenfur guarding the camp, conversing about a new kittypet, about a dog with foam at its mouth spotted near carrionplace, and about depleting amounts of herbs.  Nightingale sang its song in the treetops. Squirrelkit cried for Cinderpelt to help her breathe. In two and a half moons they are going to start their apprenticeship. Is her sister really going to make it? Or is Leafkit going to become an apprentice alone? 

    "Buh I dint go fah away," she heard someone whisper outside. Looking up she saw a small and fluffy white kit she couldn't recognize. The kit appeared to carry something to the medicine cat's den. Their fur glittered like snow in bright moonlight. Temchnically ts my clan so- mrep!" The kit squeaked as a big gray cat with shaggy fur lifted them up by the scruff, quickly walking away, leaving whatever they carried on the ground. 

    Who's that kit? Seems oddly familiar. Leafkit shook her head, trying to remember, but her tired state made it harder to concentrate. She definitely saw that fluffy, white and sparkling fur before. But the only white kit here at the moment is...

    Leafkit jumped up, forgetting about sleep. Whitekit! Whitekit is being kidnapped! 

    "Cloudtail!" she shouted. "Brightheart!"

    "It's okay, dear, go back to sleep," Brightheart murmured. "You had a bad dream."

    "No! We have to hurry! Whitekit is-" Leafkit stopped, looking at Brightheart's belly. Whitekit was attached to it, drinking milk. With a grip she had on her mother, it was very unlikely that the whole ShadowClan could pull her away from milk.

    "Where did this come from?" Leafkit heard Cinderpelt shuffling around her den. "Cloudtail? Did you bring this from your mom?"

    White warrior looked up, shrugging. 

    "Bring what?"

    "Catmint! Or was it Firestar?"

    Cinderpelt pointed at several fresh green stems laying at her paws. 

    "Nuh-uh! I was sleepin' here the whole time!" Cloudtail responded. 

    Leafkit's yellow eyes widened in surprise. There was a shimmering purple leaf attached to the bouquet of catnip. Before she-cat could get closer to pick it up, a rush of wind came from above, lifting it off the ground. Leafkit looked up, towards Silverpelt, to notice two stars, one yellow, and one blue, soaring next to each other. Looking back at her clanmates, tabby kit noticed she wasn't the only one watching the stars. Speckletail, golden tabby elder was also looking up, her eyes following the movement. 

    "I saw him! I could've sworn I heard him, too!" she whispered and looked down, noticing an oddly colored flower at her paws. 

    Before turning back to the nursery, Leafkit noticed a couple of snowflakes falling down from the perfectly clear sky. 

    ***

    "Are you sure-sure these things do not bite?" Squirrelpaw narrowed her green eyes. 

    "I dunno, touch it and find out!" Dustpelt looked inside a piece of twoleg trash filled with water. Inside it, there was a transparent creature with a circular head and thin tentacles. 

    "I'm telling you, that's twolegs' doing"  Feathertail said, sitting next to Leafpaw. Cinderpelt was busy with Ashfur's bee stings and ordered Graystripe and Dustpelt to show Leafpaw ThunderClan territory and to ask Mudfur for willow bark. 

    "Yeah, they brought some wingless birds with them one day. No wings, no head, just round torso and long tail. Or some proboscis, I dunno. They cling onto each other to fly. I swear to StarClan, I had nightmares of that flock carrying me away! Yeow!" Stormfur shuddered. "This is something similar, but aquatic. It doesn't even have eyes, does it?"

    "I once had a dream about giant water lilies. They were so big we could make dens in their flowers! And we gathered on their leaves for clan meetings," Feathertail shared her story and pressed front paw pads together awkwardly. "It was fun. Till giant bees came."

    "Oh, keep that story for Ashfur!" Dustpelt meowed. "He must love bees now that his nose is as big as his head!"

    "I also remember a weird dream," Leafpaw added. "A few times, my sister and I played with a fluffy white kit who pronounced his words in a funny way."

    "I barely remember anything," Squirrelpaw confessed. "But I guess I saw one white kit when I was having a fever."

    Dustpelt frowned, pushing a shiny piece of trash with a weird animal away, almost turning it over. 

    "Funny way? What do you mean by that?" He said seriously. 

    "Well, he had some sort of foreign accent? Like he tried to imitate our speech but didn't practice long enough."

    "Did he say what his name was?" 

    "He did. Sounded a lot like... Either Smokekit or Snowkit?" Leafpaw shrugged. 

    Graystripe and Dustpelt looked at each other, their eyes widening in sync. 

    "Were you sick?" Graystripe asked slowly. 

    "No, I wasn't. Oh, and I remember him saying that his mom isn't with him."

    "She isn't!" Dustpelt flicked his tail, looking deeply concerned. "That's Speckletail, Snowkit was her son and Bramblepaw's uncle."

    "Was?"

    "He's in StarClan now. I assume that's where you met." Graystripe looked up to see a big white bird drawing a line across the sky with its tail. "That can't be good! I heard something about cats visiting The Place Of No Stars in their dreams, but... StarClan?"

    "Mosspelt once told us," Feathertail started, "that very small kits still have a strong connection with the other world. It isn't broken until they are around a moon or two old. That they can see and even visit StarClan cats on their territory. Some queens believe that, if a little kit is moving paws in their sleep, that means kits from StarClan came to play with them. I guess they get lonely in the afterlife. Older cats need Moonstone to regain that connection. I also remember dreaming of a she-cat who looked exactly like me, but with short fur. She could be our mom. But I'm not exactly sure. It's been a long time and my memories are fuzzy."

    "You mean, it wasn't a dream?" Leafpaw exclaimed. "It was an actual living- well, not living anymore, but a real kit?"

    When Mudfur came back with a bundle of bark, Feathertail and Stormfur said goodbyes to their father, hurrying to the opposite shore. Leafpaw stood up, following sister, her mentor and Graystripe. But she didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. She thought about Moonstone. She's a medicine cat apprentice! Surely, she's going to visit Moonstone soon! Will Snowkit recognize her? 

    She suddenly stopped in her tracks.  A single large snowflake fell on the ground in front of her, following by a quiet voice. 

    "Fcouse I will!"