#coppershine

[dawngen]

the nepotism deputy has passed away from birth... lowkey upset about this one because i was excited to see what her kits would look like 😭

... but the nepotism CONTINUES.

currently recovering from a sprain, downybranch has been named the new deputy. downybranch is ALSO a daughter of hopeflash, the deputy previous to coppershine. she and weedspots (who doesn't even have spots??) are the last of hopeflash's kits.

i have also just now realized that graymask, the mate of bumblestar, is the daughter of beechraven... who is ALSO a hopeflash kit, thus being hopeflash's grandkit. holy moly this whole clan is just nepotism babies everywhere. hopeflash went from kittypet to practically ruling this clan with her family.

i will know for a fact that hopeflash somehow set her family up for life if this pattern continues with the kits coppershine left behind.

[sirpamkun]

Coincidentally this was also the best night of sleep either of them got all season… they were totally very comfortable with each other by book 3, but poor socially isolated Oxrun didn’t know how far you’re allowed to go with other women before it’s considered mega gay

This is also part of my crossover series between ATLA & warrior cats in case anyone was wondering

Oxrun: Korra

Coppershine: Asami

[dorianwolfforest]

Hello and here are some horse names cause i have hundreds of them, surely some are good:

Grimtail

Silverwillow

Batwings

Eldergait

Ghostprince

Mayflight

Wishstone

Oaktree

Witchborn

Angelfall

Honeybee

Witchstrider

Lovely

Archie

Firewatcher

Violetice

Boxly

Mistchief

Pirateking

Acorn

Hollowspirit

Bowbee

Gloompop

Coppershine

Rosepetal

Any fruit or spice followed by the suffix pie

Tinyhoof

Braveheart

Moontea

Snowdancer

Witchweaver

Everaura

Risingowl

Osprey

Charmace

Foxboy

Hilljoy

Northpine

Ancientweaver

Bowo

Abyssling

Baybee

Corey

Breadcrumb

Witchoak

Lionguard

Archway

Glowlin

Steampunk

Beatbox

Nacho

Timeseeker

Faithfree

Foxdale

Everhollow

Starmark

Earthling

Rowbook

Nightlight

[epiphlyte]

compilation of both older and more recent art of battle cats ocs since i’m on break and don’t have access to my tablet right now! probably the first of two character dumps before i get back home and can doodle up some new stuff.

feel bad reposting sometimes Dx but since these havent been seen on tumblr before and im trying to use this blog as an art journal of sorts, it was inevitable. hope you guys enjoy, at least for now!

chars are (if curious); ryecurl, fernpaw, pigeonflight, blackstorm, beefrost, “bird”, “russet”, “petal”, waveheart, coppershine, kestrelstorm, tawnystar, hazelstar, littlestar, and ripplestar!

[famouslastwrdz]

disease.

we haven't left evan's house since, keeping it contained. lamb of god hat bent reading over tables full of paper, learn what you are being used for, asmodeus made flesh in the corner seat, carnage on watch. im on tea duty. sometimes a gloved hand takes the kettle from me, eyes visible through lenses, searching. checks penance too.

presses bare palm to his head, back of his neck.

he startles and ducks away, and the glove is back on. silently terrified, unknowing what to do with any emotion that isnt anger.

angry a lot. ive been shot in the back more than i can count, never fatal, always between bumps in my spine. perfect shot. how dare i be fucking free from this now when he gets the messages, gets the pain, gets the memory. phantom flames lick through his skin in the night and the pleas for any heavenly mercy has red vomiting quietly outside, vince in the garden with him.

sometimes a "vinny" rips through penance's throat and he sobs at his own voice, hands clasped over his mouth, pale as bone. always vince now to us, the second syllable nothing but a weapon. evan is ev. nobody is an everyman. i find myself thinking of tim as timmy, you as the number 4, myself as static.  penance is penny, coppershined and simple. currency to bargain with.

asmodeus sits in the corner, waiting. doesnt watch, doesnt speak except to threefoldvoice direct someone to move a pawn, turn a page, count to five.

we all wait.

[havenpelt]

And here are ThunderClan’s senior warriors!

Read more about these guys here!

Graystorm has existed, or at the very least had a role in the story from the very begining. He used to be a different character that belonged to a friend I had on deviantart. I believe the character’s name was Graywing? He got redesigned and revamped into Graystorm (I had to keep the Gray prefix just because I couldn’t imagine his character without it). He’s now a much older character and is currently ThunderClan’s oldest working warrior (technically the oldest is his mate Nightsong, but she’s in the nursery right now). He’s the dad to Ridgefang (the clan deputy) alongside Spiderfang and Vixenleap. 

Stormrush is Graystorm’s lighthearted and humorous brother, but he used to not be Graystorm’s brother at all. He was at one point going to be an orange cat named Leafstorm and he was going to be Nightsong’s mate at one point. There’s not a whole lot of similarities between Stormrush and his past life as Leafstorm, aside from their names both having storm in them lol. He’s Palefur’s mate and is the dad to younger warriors, Cinderwing and Appleheart. 

Palefur is a character that hasn’t existed for as long as some other characters have. She was added to the ThunderClan cast in order to give them more warriors and to give some other characters parents. At one point she was mates with a unnamed ThunderClan warrior (that’ll probably never be elaborated on lol sorry) and the two had Shallowstream together but ended up seperating. Years later, she got with Stormrush and the two had Cinderwing and Appleheart. 

Coppershine, like Graystorm has existed since the very beginning, a small spoiler but when Sunny and Blossom are going to be made ThunderClan apprentices she’s gonna be Sunny’s mentor! That’s how it’s always been in the story and I refuse to make Sunny’s mentor literally anyone else. 

There’s not a whole lot to talk about with Leapordbreeze as I haven’t planned her character out super well and she won’t be all that important until the later acts of the story so you’ll just have to see how things play out for her later on! From what I have planned out, she’s essentially the Thornclaw of The Fight Begins, meaning she’s the “patrol gal” 

I mentioned this before with Sprucethorn’s old character bio I made here, but he is ThunderClan’s local dad. He just wants to be everyone’s dad and to help them out with their problems. Sprucethorn has only existed for a short period of time compared to the other characters but I love him lol. He’s mates with Robinflower and is the father to Brindlewing, Mistlefang, Specklepaw, and Blackpaw

Robinflower is Sprucefang’s mate and the mother to Brindlewing, Mistlefang, Specklepaw and Blackpaw. I’m still planning out her character so there’s not as much I can say here for her. She was created alongside Sprucethorn because the clan needed more characters and Blackpaw and Specklepaw had no parents lol.

Spiderfang is the clan jerk lol. He’s a total asshole, but he’s not neccesarily a bad person (cat??). He’s very moody and has a reputation of starting fights with cats from other clans on border patrols and at gatherings. He also as a history of trying to fight off foxes and badgers, which is the reasoning for most of his scars. 

Vixenleap was added, and removed, then readded, and then removed, and then readded so many times but she’s here to stay! She’s Spiderfang and Ridgefang’s sister and she’s suspected to possibly be made deputy of her clan someday due to how responsible she is. She’s frequently on patrol and has become buddies with Leapordbreeze because of this.

[morningdraws]

coppershine

friend of robinfeather(robinwing rc) and nettlespring (nettlepaw canon)

rda gives lives to background cats. 

coppershine is friendly and active. i made xir a flame point because who can stop me

[frondscratch]

autumn

[gaggleofcats]

#149: Copperpaw

[asktheneverfairies]

at this point I think I’m addicted to this meme, I even did it for my OCs

[relto]

a caramel/sanguine/thistle hatchling from cherry and goldheart! this was another high variation pairing. this baby is 6 off/1 off/10 off from 33/4/47 color ranges, ginger/cherry/maize and gold/sanguine/navy. this pair COULD hit better but im not really willing to risk it, since the other hatchlings from this nest are wild mixes of bad colors.

[dawngen]

145 moons into moonclan. all clan founders have passed on to starclan, leaving behind a new generation to follow in their pawsteps. the legacy of sweetstar, an abandoned kittypet, is unmistakable, as most of moonclan’s ranks subsist of kittypets, loners, and half-clan cats, all united by the compassion that sweetstar instilled in the ranks of his clan.

the current ranking is:

bumblestar, newly appointed leader. formerly a kittypet. a wise and excellent fighter, they were the last deputy selected by sweetstar.

hopeflash, retired deputy. formerly a kittypet. a bold and brilliant speaker, her quick wit earned her position. she had an affair with the previous leader, sweetstar. she held her position temporarily until eventually, old age got to her, and she chose to retire. she helps provide her insight to bumblestar and the new deputy, coppershine.

coppershine, the newest deputy. a clanborn cat, she is the daughter of hopeflash, which may have been what earned her position. at only nineteen moons, many cats have questioned bumblestar's decision in elevating such a young, fresh warrior to this position.

echorise, longstanding medicine cat. left abandoned as a kit at moonclan's border. he was primrosestrike's last apprentice, and carries her memory close to heart. he is easily jealous, and struggles in his connection with starclan.

notable cats:

ken, a former kittypet warrior who made it back after being recaptured by twolegs, choosing to return to his clan at the first chance he got. no longer does he want to remain with twolegs, as moonclan has taught him true loyalty.

graymask, a former loner. she is the mate of bumblestar, and often provides her insight. her great wisdom and intelligence has other cats seeking her out often.

[cuppakasha]

Another lil short story I wrote a while back that came from an odd fusion of prompts! I'd say this made me realize I liked to write and could be okay at it.

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The Iron Chef

From the tavern kitchen, Quillrook noticed a dozen nobles emerge from goldhorn-drawn carriages before seating themselves at the central fire pit. It was always amusing to see the posh and pompous step into the dingy Coppershiner and lowering themselves into rickety stools around the metal tabletop. They whispered in disdain of how anything tasteful could come from the commonwealth. They were waiting for some magical performance to floor them.

It was time to get to work.

Quillrook dragged out a leather sack from a high cupboard. He untucked his right arm from his black wool cloak as he pulled his iron hand from the bag. He fastened it with the worn leather straps over his elbow and pulled it down over what remained of his wrist until it was taut, once again part of him. Despite years of use, Quillrook instinctively wanted to flex into the fingers of the gauntlet, to feel the squeak of the metal fingers curl and unfurl. If only he wasn’t such a lackluster thief in his youth; he could feel the splintered kitchen counters with two hands instead of just one.

He double-checked his crate to make sure it had everything before he went out onto the floor: red cabbage, husked queen’s maize, several spotted eggs (intact), two small clay pots of lard and peppercorn sauce, a flagon of Coppershiner’s strongest gin (missing a few swigs), a tinderbox of matches, the tavern’s finest forks (still in need of a good polishing), and his pair of knives (sharpened). Most importantly, there were the cuts of cockatrice that Wyndell brought him that morning. Of course she complained that it took hours to track down, then insulted him as a milquetoast dandy for not doing it himself, but Wyndell’s outlander charms ceased to shock him after Quillrook’s first conversations with her last year. He ground and seasoned the tenderloin earlier, but the head Wyn brought him had been slow roasting all day- the jewel in the crown of tonight’s performance. 

Quillrook greased his greying hair back with his left hand before wiping it on his cloak, shouldering the crate and heading to the pit.

The aristocrats’ faces were clearly underwhelmed by an aging man dropping a crate onto the creaky floor. He set aside his matches, pots, flagon, and knives. Quillrook placed one into his iron palm and used his left to close the fingers around the handle. He lightly flipped another knife into his grip.

“Let’s begin,” Quillrook smiled as he cut a chunk of lard and slung it across the cast iron sheet. 

It melted, the drippings sizzling. Quillrook threw his knife above him, hearing small gasps as he caught it with ease. 

They hadn’t seen anything yet.

Juggling the ears of corn onto the metal sheet, he held them upright and quickly sliced the kernels from the interwoven cobs into a golden pile. Quillrook slid the sausage onto the iron, the smell of fennel and coriander filling the air. He broke up the chunks and mixed it with the corn by flinging them into the air with the flat of his blades. Taking the flagon, Quillrook swirled the gin over the hash. It spiraled down the mound onto the iron, a simmering trail. He pinched a match, and with a flick ignited the gin. 

A flash of fire.

The nobles flinched and laughed. Quillrook felt the heat of the bonfire against his face and hoped he didn’t singe his sideburns again. He smelled the sweetness of the maize roasting and the smoked spiciness of the spirit and fennel. While his audience was distracted, he stole a swig from the flagon.

The blaze faded out while Quillrook twirled his blade around his index finger and handled the cabbage. His left held it down, his right slicing. It was habit after years of fumbling knives and cuts. Thankfully, his iron hand was unaffected when he touched hot metal or sliced into it with a butcher knife. Once the cabbage was in ribbons, he piled it into a nest and flipped the hash before pulling out the eggs. Quillrook carefully bounced the eggs with the flat of his blade into the violet nest. The eggs were snug in the birds nest as he gave each a final toss, cracking them cleanly in two with the edge of his blade. They started to scramble in the cabbage.

He was excited; it was time for the finale.

The nobles whispered excitedly when Quillrook heaved something out of the crate covered in cheesecloth. He dropped it onto the cast iron with a thud, and with a wave he unveiled it: the cockatrice head, plucked and terrifying. He heard gasps around the table. They had not seen such an abomination before.

“Surely you have heard tales about the cockatrice?” Quillrook took the flagon and poured into the pried-open beak, “The hunters at the lodge warn that they become especially deadly if you take or kill their young…” he trailed off, seeing his audience lean forward as he poured some gin on a cold area of the cast iron and lit another match. He saw steam from the cockatrice’s gullet and ignited the puddle. Then, using his metal fingers Quillrook quickly dipped into the blue flame and brought it to the mouth of the bird..

A plume of fire erupted from the beak of the cockatrice, and Quillrook couldn’t help grinning. The nobles were in complete awe, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed other patrons turning around to watch the show. The Coppershiner regulars had seen a lot of his tricks already and were seldom surprised.

He sliced the egg and cabbage nest and pushed it towards the aristocrats along with the forks from the crate. The flame began to sputter out, so Quillrook took out the pot of pepper sauce and poured a third of it into the cockatrice, extinguishing the flame. The red-tinged mixture bubbled out of the beak, and the smell of pepper, cider vinegar and ginger wafted around the table. He emptied the rest of the pot onto the hash, dividing it equally among those at the table before he started carving the cockatrice head. 

He served some slices of meat and everyone began eating.

The show was over.

[fabledfurbies]

Fairy Furby Fun!

For weeks I’ve been wanting to work on a custom Furby idea that has been dancing around in my head. I’ve never done anything this extreme for any of my Furbies yet, so it was a really interesting and fun experience!

First I had to get my hands on a Frog Furby, which took some time because most of the ones I saw pop up were all rather expensive or weren’t functioning.

This is what she looked like when she arrived!

And here she is now!!! Please welcome Clover Coppershine to the family!!!

Name: Clover Coppershine

Furbish Name: unknown

Model: 1999 (Frog)

Color(s): green + cream

Eyes: gray

Story: Clover is seriously a dream come true! The idea for her has been rolling around in my head for what feels like forever, so to be able to finally see her finished makes me incredibly happy! She is also fully functioning!!!

Clean Up / Customization: Clover got a bath almost right away. It took me a little while to decide on the perfect wings, which were hand-crafted by EnchantedFae3 on Etsy. Her original eyelashes were a disaster so I removed them and replaced them with fake lashes by Ardell Professional, specifically the 3D fauxmink 853. Her crown is made from thrift-ed mushrooms, ivy leaves, and blossoms and wrapped in floral tape. And her necklace is made from tiny beads and a leaf-shaped pendant that I got from craft stores.

Honestly, these pictures don’t do her wings ANY justice!

Here’s a close up of the crown and her lashes. They came out BEAUTIFULLY!

I just had to take her for a photo-shoot outside!

One of the coolest things about her design is that her wings are removable!

I stitched 2 square “pockets” inside her so that I can slip tiny magnets in and out of them. Then I super-glued a magnet onto each wing. All I have to do is touch them to her back and they snap into place!

The frame of the wings is made of wire, so they are ever so slightly bendable. And because the wings are attached with magnets, I can change their positions!

This was my favorite photo that came from her outdoor photo-shoot!

It was also really cool seeing how the sunlight filtered through her wings!

DOESN’T THAT LOOK SO COOL?!?!?!

Anyway, I’m SO pleased with Clover that I could cry! She came out better than I expected. I’m shocked that all my ideas actually worked!

Thank you so much for checking out Clover! We appreciate it! ~<3

[dawnstar-sso]

Took a few pictures of my girls in the new birthday sets this past week. Hard to believe it’s been nine years since the game came out! I can still remember struggling to finish the Vinyard races and hoping that someday I’d save up for one of those fancy new Fresian horses they’d just released. There’s been lots of changes to the game, but I must admit i absolutely adore the updated graphics, and the more realistic-looking horses. Here’s to even more years of magic and horses and the beautiful land of Jorvik!

From top to bottom: Rose Eveningstar and Coppershine, Aurora Dawndotter and Goldleaf, and Deborah Dawnstar and Lunascout.

[havenpelt]

Eaglescar

Clan: ThunderClan

Role: Warrior

Mentor: Palefur

Apprentices: Pepperpaw (died before completing apprenticeship), Cinderwing

Names: Eaglekit, Eaglepaw, Eaglescar

Family: Poppyfern (mate), Redkit (son), Coppershine (mother), Thunderfoot (father), Tinystar (adoptive father), Lynxstar, Whitefire (sisters), Firestrike (brother), Leapordshine (aunt), Sandstone, Redfrost, Maplebriar (neices)

Eaglescar is the son of Coppershine and Thunderfoot and the littermate to Firestrike, Whitefire, and Lynxstar. He’s easily one of ThunderClan’s strongest warriors and is one of the most respected even in the other clans. When he was just an apprentice, a badger attacked a young RiverClan apprentice named Squirrelpaw on the night of the gathering and he was able to fight it off to protect him. Squirrelpaw was completely uninjured however young Eaglepaw was left with a large scar and a blind eye. As a recognition of his bravery and compassion for the RiverClan apprentice, Tinystar awarded him with the name Eaglescar. Ironically the apprentice he saved was Dapplemoons litttermate, Squirrelleap! Though he was unaware of this at the time.