#Stargleam

[nickelbag610-blog]

Foam StarGleam

She's supposed to be purple but my lighting sucks no matter what I did. I got a hot glue gun and wanted to try it out. So I made Starkit/Starstar/Gleamstar/StarGleam. I know Moonkitti and other popular depiction usually use orange eyes but because I found this glitter board I used that and gave her, her rainbow eyes. I wanted to do more. But working in a factory is tiring and messes with my hands making it harder to draw/cut more then just the head.

[raygirlramblings]

I’d be lying if I said I knew anything about Warrior Cats beyond reading the first book as a teen and watching Moonkitti’s videos…but even a layman like myself is beholden to the might of StarGleam.  

To be honest I have no good explanation as to why I drew this, so I have to put it down to subconscious suggestion from the all powerful Mary-sue cat god cult leader.  Please send help.

[xxcringeizdead666xx]

Let's see what Mary Sues have taught us!

Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way said gay lives matter and beware of J K Terf

Flavia Maya Lilith Night taught us to love our neighbor even if they are not like us.

Stargleam taught us that people can change

Twila Beautiful Psyco Topaz Sad’ness Damian Cullen taught us that polyamorous lives matter!

feel free to add on.

[myimmortalfan666]

Have you read Starkit's Prophecy? if so, what is your opinion on Starbony (Stargleam X Ebony)?

My friend read it on discord once and it was a treat and starbony is a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, something about them just makes me happy

[myimmortalfan666]

the warrior cat is stargleam

[veinsfullofstars]

✨ My brain babies ✨

(ID: A small sketch dump of bust shots, featuring a handful of my current favorite OCs. END ID.)

Another bit of OC stuff I never got around to sharing on the old account. Gonna let it live here for archival purposes, I guess. If you're curious about these boyos, I go into a little detail about them in this other sketch dump here.

Started 07/13/22, finished 07/26/22.

[the-roadtrip-system]

we are not getting out of this without fictives i just know it

update: we got fictives out of this

[theauthor-of-the-journals]

*a very young batpony filly flies up to Ford*

Stargleam: wow! Are you a human! That's so cool! Mama used say to not go near humans, but I don't understand what's so dangerous about you guys! Do you have hands?

*she says, looking up at him excitingly*

What type of creature are you? I don’t think I’ve come across your species before… You have quite an interesting appearance.

I am a human. It’s nice to meet you as well. Hmmm have humans possibly hunted down your species before? Maybe that’s why your mother is apprehensive of humans.

That would also explain why I have never encountered you before. Do we have hands? We do. I am a special case however.

Ford extends his hand out and slightly wiggles his fingers around.

I have an extra finger on both of my hands. Most humans only have a total of ten fingers.

[mysterytwins-anda-triangle]

*a batpony enters into the shack*

Stargleam:...again? *sighs* where even am I? Wait..is this a tourist trap?

*she says looking around*

It’s the Mystery Shack! Best place to get ripped off! I mean, to buy to cool stuff!

[stanford-pines1952]

Stargleam: human! It's nice to see other humans on this website, too. Seems to be an opening to other universes! I knew humans were real! I'm a batpony, btw ^^

A batpony? Exquisite! I haven't seen one of your kind since- Well actually I don't remember when I've last seen one.. Besides the point. It's amazing to see other people or beings communicate on the site, I agree with what you're saying. I wish you well, and I hope you have a great time on this website.

[comfort-questing]

this is the tale of the night

(I wrote this poem oh ages ago. found it in the files, and figured it might belong here)

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This is the tale of the night

and the count of the stars

and the song of the water that falls.

This is the twist of the stairs

where the moon’s light shines through

casting shadows like lace on the ground.

This is the tale of the night

and of me and of you

and the dawn will soon know what the ending will be.

This is the tale of the night.

I saw you climb over the gate

like a shadow and drop to the stones

and land like a cat for an instant, then waver;

I was there when your knees met the ground.

Each hand bore a knife

like the moonlight made solid,

like the stars had grown fangs.

I have words for the night.

I have words for the stars and the water that falls.

I have words for you, too.

You are friend, you are fool, you are ever so brave,

brave enough to be stupid. Enough to be good.

That is what you have told me.

Kessa, I said, but you didn’t answer. Kessa, I said,

and your knives in the moonlight

dripped black on the stones of the walk in the garden.

You washed them quite clean in the fountain’s gray basin

with hands that shook, faintly,

a tremor like starlight.

“Tell no one,”  you said. But you knew that I wouldn’t.

The black drops still fell on the stones as you knelt there.

I asked. You ignored me.

“I may have been followed.”

The wind in the bushes

spoke whispers, spoke raindrops.

There were clouds in the west, dark and tumbled and light-crossed.

This is the tale of the night.

How I found you

and we huddled like rabbits amid the high bushes,

thick with blossom and leaf. The scent was like honey

in the storm-ridden air. You breathed softly beside me.

There were iron-heeled boots on the cobbles beyond us,

and lights swung in lanterns, more gold than the moonlight.

The spatters of black marred the walk of the garden.

I stood up. Left the shadows, stepped into the moonlight,

and softly I splashed out the water to hide them.

“Here, girl! What’s your business?”

“I was out in my garden.”

“Have you seen any strangers tonight?”

“No, I’ve not, sir.”

I stepped back when they left. Found you there in the shadows,

where the blossoms lay thickly.

You’d best stay the night here.

I have words for your business.

I have words for the work that your knives do by darkness.

I have words for you, too.

You are friend, you are fighter,

you are citizen of shadows,

you are schemer and reckless. But mine. Always mine still,

though this is my home, in the garden, the moonlight

casting lace through the stair treads.

But it’s hid you before now.

This is the tale of the night.

As I reached down, your blood stained my hands black.

And the wind stirred the blossoms above us like whispers,

and your voice was no louder. You told me don’t worry.

(O silly thing you, to believe that I’d listen.)

I slipped back inside, through the cold empty kitchen,

with the door swinging loose at my back. I returned

with water and rags and my dad’s smallest lantern.

You were fading already, like the moon in the stormclouds.

And the wind from the west sang in every high treetop,

and snuffed out the lantern three times through the bushes,

till I tied off the bandage I’d cobbled together

and let the night take us.

And this is the tale of the night

and the rain

that came in a curtain two hours before morning,

while you slept in my arms with my coat wrapped around you.

Through the stair-treads the rain dripped like music and murmur,

and the fountain spilled over in silver and stargleam.

Twice more there were boot-heels that rang on the cobbles

but the bushes have hidden us well in their shadows.

The blossoms hang heavy, but the west wind will stir them.

I have words for my fear.

I have words for the questions that cannot be answered.

I have words for you, too

if you wake in the morning.

My friend.

I will take up your knives if you leave them

but I think I would rather see light through the stair treads

and the fountain like diamonds, and your eyes once more open.

But this is the tale of the night

and the count of the stars

and the song of two girls in the shadows,

keeping watch for the dawn.

Keeping watch

till the ending.

[duskiefloof]

Stargleam: I'm not going to hurt you! Besides I can't hurt anything..I don't have the heart to! I get why your scared though..most humans are scared of things they don't understand..

*she says sadly*

Stargleam: hey look another Ford! do you remember anything from your life? its wired seeing so many of you on this website maybe you should talk to them! old ford might be able to help you out!..maybe..

*the batpony says looking at Ford*

"AH- W- What the FUCK- IS THAT-"

[xxcringeizdead666xx]

"Awww, what a cute little prep kitty!"

"PUT. ME. DOWN!!1!1!"

[cryptidclaw]

Still thinking abt flamepaw was the name of stargleam's brother

Like from starkid's prophecy

OH MY GOD STARKIT CANON

[nosleepnosleepnosleep]

Stargleam: *she puts her hoof up* ah don't shoot! I came to give you some bat shaped cookies! you seem hungry! they are brookie cookies

*the bat pony says looking up at Ford*

A pony bat?.. If you insist...Heh, it looks like I've lost my mind.

[feral-stanford-pines]

*A young batpony filly flies up to him..* Oh, another human! Hi! My name is stargleam! Why are you on four legs? I thought humans walked on two? From what I read from legends, at least..

*she's tiny lol*

"Oh- My bad- I hadn't even realized-"

"And legends? Interesting."