#i want the midnight cats

[nyatawia]

I bought three sets of sylvanian family babies and im vibrating so hard i cant wait for them to arrive

[shummthechumm]

"son, i could move the sky for you"

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so...midnight and sol in the rewrite... (more info below the cut!)

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in the scorched ruins of a long abandoned ravine awaits an elderly badger. for seasons, midnight retraced the ancient claw-marks of those before this time; fading echoes of now forgotten spirits. every night she patrols the worn stone, accompanied only by the distant pelt of stars above her.

the low humming of wind bouncing off the gorge walls was scarcely broken--be it by a passing critter or occasional loner--but tonight, something was different.

she follows the shrill wailing--lumbering after it with more energy than she had showcased in moons--down the ragged cliff edge, and into the hollowed out stone. there lay a scrawny cat--a kitten. midnight's ears itch at it's mewling, and her throat tightens.

she reaches out a clawed paw, and pulls the shivering scrap towards herself. the kit whimpers still, but unscrews it's eyes. brilliant sunburnt irises burn into her own; and a warmth she had long been deprived melted the aches of age away--if only for a moment.

those pools of yellow observed her curiously. after a heartbeat, the child nuzzled deeper into her wiry coat.

how long had it been since held new life? how long had it been since was held by someone?

regardless of the answer, she couldnt let go now.

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i love sad old people

Original/Alt. Version here:

[lesbian-munkustrap]

I would trust Munkustrap with my cat, my worldly possessions, and my life. That’s a 100% Good Guy right there. Not a single malicious bone in his body. Nothing but green flags. His loving parental energy is off the charts. He has never done anything wrong in his life. When they say ‘hashtag not all men’ I’m like ur right, Munkustrap would NEVER.

[yarrowleef]

hey, hold up, hang on

I was doing some random wiki research about Midnight, and I came across this???? apparently there were bonus info videos released with The Last Hope's ebook?

look, this is decade old info, and maybe everyone already knows and stopped caring years ago but like??? I don't think I knew this?? this is news to me!!!

time stamp 1:00 - 2:10

Midnight was supposed to be the twist villain for OotS?? are u kidding me so much of why I remember the last Hope being anticlimactic is because nothing interesting happened, the bad ghosts had been saying "we're going to do a big attack" for books and books, and then they just did that big attack exactly as we had been told and it was the same as any other Big Battle scene and there wasn't really any more interest to the plot. This kind of plot twist might have actually added something interesting to that book!

And Vicky makes it sound like she had this plan for a long time? it was even going to tie back to Midnight secretly having a hand in the badger attack in arc 2?

THIS!? This is why she told Sol that info about the eclipse?? and then never explained why??? Like!!!! is this why Sol was Like That!?? a guy set up to be a big mysterious deal, but then he didn't really do anything and just fizzled out of existence??? because he was conceived of for an idea that was scrapped before going anywhere, but he was already sort of part of a (presumably already started) plot mid PoT so it was too late to cut him 'cause they still needed SOME minor antagonist there to fill pages, right? .... but he had no where to go and no (good) reason to do anything, no ending, since HIS BOSS, his Motive, suddenly stopped existing as a concept??? bro??? no wonder his random tie to SkyClan felt so unfitting as a reasoning for this kind of villain

Erica!! Erica wtf!! I don't care if it felt absurd, absurd is better then underwhelming! so what if Midnight was nice and helpful to some cats, maybe she has complex feelings about certain clan cats despite still secretly wishing to unleash chaos on the society as a whole for personal reasons, heaven forbid there be a complicated villain :'(

anyway I am going to be thinking about this lost timeline forever.

[thiscatiscreepy]

[ID: a digital coloured sketch of Raphaella la Cognizi as a bird-like creature, from waist up and in profile view. The picture is in brown and orange tones. Her head resembles the head of a barn owl, with wide, glowing yellow eyes, a small bump where a human's nose would be, and feathery "ears". Her mouth is slightly open, showing a beak instead of teeth. She looks like she's smiling deviously. Her neck is long, with long feathers that resemble light brown hair. One of her hands is visible, it is bird-like, with two opposing thumbs, each on either side of the hand. She has big claws. She is hunched and appears to be interested in something off-screen. Her big brown wing is open and covers up the rest of her body. End ID]

What if Raph was fucked up and kinda scary

[motherforthefamicom]

witty caption

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Can't go wrong with the classics, right? At least, that's what my uncles said.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I think it'd b nice for Junior to have a chance to have fun with the whole being an alien 2-3 times the size of his human peers, ya know? Just every once in a while!

Halloween is definitely one of those chances, seeing as how he has an excuse to show off that he can carry his friends on his shoulders without it being "weird"

Part 1 & 2 to this

[papiliovolens]

I know someone talked about (and drew) Dream's reaction to Midnight's affection towards Sans, but have some people considered:

(i don't know how to draw so... memes be upon ya :3)

*don'tstupidlysmiledon'tstupidlysmiledon'tstupidlysmile* <- me in the middle of my work shift

UNEXPECTED AMAZING MEME IN MY INBOX

this is so perfect. Midnight's face is so just... perfect

yes, there will be moments when nm and classic are in ccino's cafe together. if a scene doesn't make it into sttmh, i'll at least post a drabble about it.

also trust me, i love memes. especially about sttmh (all the memes i've posted thus far are sttmh related after all XD)

so feel free to bombard me with memes about sttmh if the inspiration strikes you ^^

please know i have to stop myself from literally jumping for joy whenever i get something sttmh related in my inbox or I'm tagged on

doesn't matter if it's a small comment, a question, fanart, a meme, or anything

i am always SO flipping stoked, so thank you so much for makin' this and sharing it with me (〃＾▽＾〃)

[wildshadowtamer]

i think more fans need to revisit their source material sometimes. just. remind yourself of the actual character your talking about.

[sealrock]

would you let yves show you unimaginable horrors that will melt you into a puddle of aether soup, y/n? 🥺👉👈

[dididems]

Be my Valentine? 💛

[chickie-birdies]

Recently bought the chickens a rat-proof feeder because the world's biggest pack of rats has moved in and I've had enough. Training the chickens to use it is going well, if slowly. (It would be a lot faster if I still lived with my chickens, or at least lived closer than 30 minutes away... 😅 I can't be there all the time to work with them.)

Midnight, however, refuses to engage with the thing and instead stands next to it looking cranky while she watches the young'uns eat.

[the-adventures-of-dave]

Dave has decided that 5am is the best time for breakfast and no one can convince him otherwise

[sapphic-catz]

Sun based Sunbeam

Moon based Frostpaw

And Star based Nightheart

[midnightmoodlet-art]

some cat studies but I got distracted along the way

[whistleclangen]

Moon 0, Part One - Calm Before the Storm: Addendum

Once during every moon, there is a night where the sky is nearly pitch black, without even a sliver to betray the moon’s location against the map of stars that make up Silverpelt high above. On this night, the Moonless Night, Whistleclan gathers around the Tidepool and takes turns telling stories to each other, perched atop the Tidetree at one end. During the Telling of the Tales, one can tell any story they like: their favorite classic story to hear from the elders when they were a kit, an anecdote from a patrol they went on once, or even an interesting dream they had a few nights ago. Some even like to come up with a story on the spot, but Flarepaw is far too nervous for that.

Flarepaw hadn’t really felt like speaking this moon, but for Rainkit’s first Tales, he relented, and decided to tell an old favorite of his, The Kittypet and the Warrior. The creatively named story follows the lives of a kittypet and a cat from a far away clan, as they fall in love and eventually run off together. In other versions of the story, the warrior shuns his kittypet lover and stays in his clan, eventually becoming leader while the kittypet moves on, and even others have the warrior killing the kittypet in a case of mistaken identity—that’s Daisypaw’s favorite version, he thinks. But Flarepaw prefers the one where both of them get a happy ending, walking off into the sunset with tails entwined. Maybe he’s a bit of a romantic, who’s to say. In any case, the clan seemed to have enjoyed his tale, and he pads back to his spot by Rainkit and Shadowstreak, feeling contented and accomplished. 

Daisypaw ruins that nice feeling moments later when she prances up to the Tidetree and recounts a brutal battle, despite having never been in one herself. She goes into great detail describing the exact number of claw marks each cat received, and the death toll on both sides, and Flarepaw feels the urge to cover Rainkit’s ears with his paws. 

As the youngest, Rainkit had told the clan her story last, after a significant amount of coaxing from Shadowstreak and Flarepaw. She didn’t need to speak, of course—participation in the Tales is strictly voluntary—but she’d wanted to overcome her fears, and in the end, she’d regaled the clan with a somewhat quiet description of the time she chased a butterfly around camp, and the Clan had cheered for her loud as ever when she finally trailed off, smiling down at her paws. 

After the Telling of the Tales is finished, the cats of Whistleclan begin to make their ways to their dens, yawning and murmuring amongst themselves. Flarepaw bids Rainkit a good night, briefly pressing his head against hers before turning and making his way across camp. 

Trudging back to his nest in the apprentices’ den, Flarepaw can’t help but feel a little disappointed that his mother Berrybloom hadn’t stayed for the Tales this time. He knows she doesn’t like them, finds them tedious and frankly boring, but Flarepaw had hoped she’d be there for Rainkit’s first one. Ah well, he sighs internally, maybe she’ll stay for the next one.

He’s still not sure where she disappeared to either. She and Buzzardneedle had slunk out of camp soon after Briarstar had commenced the Tales, and he still hadn’t noticed them return. He’s pretty sure Quailfreckle assigned Berrybloom to the dawn patrol, so he hopes she gets back to camp in time to sleep for a while at least. 

“Well I think they’re a waste of time, and I don’t know why you care so much about them!” Flarepaw hears Faithpaw’s shrill voice echo out from the mouth of the apprentices’ den and he winces a bit. He wishes the other apprentice would sleep in the medicine den like a normal healer, but nooo, he can’t be separated from his sister for more than a few seconds or he’ll die! Flarepaw pads into the den and settles into his nest, hoping to stay out of the brewing argument.

“For the last time, Faithpaw,” Daisypaw growls at him in a half whisper, more mindful of the time of night, “the Tales are Whistleclan’s oldest tradition! They’re what sets us apart from the rest of the Clans, they’re how we sharpen our minds and our tongues and how we keep the memories of generations past alive!”

“Yeah, yeah, and who cares about the cats of the past, huh? As one of the cats of now, I could’ve been asleep in my nest so much earlier tonight if we all just gave it a rest. Shadowstreak has me out herb gathering tomorrow morning, before the Dawn patrol even goes out!”

“Well you can always skip like Berrybloom if you really don’t want to be there,” Daisypaw reasons, ignoring the fact that she herself would tear him a new one if she caught Faithpaw skipping the Tales. Flarepaw locks eyes with Thornpaw, the other apprentice of Whistleclan, from across the den, and she rolls her eyes theatrically. Flarepaw stifles a snort of laughter. He’s never really gotten along with Thornpaw, he finds her a bit too stuck up, and she sucks up to her mentor and to Briarstar constantly, but she can be pretty funny when she remembers to let loose a little. 

“...and what else would you have us do on those long, cold, moonless nights in the dead of Leafbare? Our stories are the fire that keeps us warm and lights up the nights when no moon shines in the sky–”

“I’m just saying–”

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say anymore tonight.” Daisypaw has finally had enough, it seems. “Go sleep in the medicine den. Shadowstreak made up a nest for you and everything, if you ever want to be a real healer someday, you’re going to have to sleep there sometime.”

Faithpaw looks like he wants to argue, but he thinks better of it, and slinks out of the entrance to the den, head bowed. The first smart call he’s made all night, Flarepaw thinks. The longer you argue with Daisypaw, the more likely you are to end up with a scratched nose or bleeding ear. Flarepaw knows from experience. 

Daisypaw glares around the den, daring Flarepaw and Thornpaw to comment on the exchange, and Flarepaw instantly lays his head down on the soft moss of his nest, curling away from the other two. He hears Daisypaw collapse into her own nest behind him with an overblown sigh.

Flarepaw closes his eyes, and sleep rises up from the depths to drag him into its embrace.