#juniperfrost

[evanescencefan101]

[random-art-stufffff]

Boom! Family tree with everyone’s designs edited now to fit the au and designs previously made. This is before Twig and Violet (so technically still VoS but the two come in halfway through; protags in the Broken Code Arc). Most of them have the same name except for a few for the sake of recognition.

[bonefall]

Decided to translate a few of my OC’s names into Clanmew cause its a really language and this is what I got:

ssbassafafrey / ssbasshhassrey = Rippleberry (can’t decide between “river flutter” or “river whisper”)

reychiki = Juniperfrost (I don’t thinks there’s a word for juniper yet so I just went with yew)

nyyrchafakachku = Witherstrike ( the alternative is “worrachafakachku” but I feel the prefix “nyyr” fits better to describe something being withered. she’s also very mean so “rotten” works on that account too

MAN River Flutter is such a nice way of describing a ripple, I adore that!

Here's a couple extra words to patch up the Ripple and Juniper holes. I'm going to leave 'Wither' untranslated though because I love the thought process you had there

Juniper (Juniperus Communis) = Rrekya

Dried juniper is actually the closest thing to spice that Clan cats have, it's called "poor man's pepper!" It's ShadowClan's favorite, but other Clans can't handle it in their poor little baby mouths.

Rippled/Rippling/Will Ripple = Niparre/Niparr/Nipa

[shadowsofthevalleywc]

HELLLOOO!!!!

This is Sora!! I'm an Admin for Shadows of the Valley's tumblr and Staff for the discord server! My Pronouns are They/Them, I have a good few characters 15 I think

Acorndapple - ForestC Medicine Cat

Primrosepaw - ForestC Apprentice

Duskfrost - MarshC Warrior

Ravenlight- MarshC Queen

Blizzardkit - MarshC Kit

Breezekit - MarshC Kit

Badgerpaw - MeadowC Apprentice

Foggypaw - MeadowC Apprentice

Brambleberry - MountainC Warrior

Dovepaw - MountainC Apprentice

Juniperfrost - Rogue

Tofu - Kittypet

Mudpaw - MountainC Apprentice

Berrykit - MeadowC Kit

Frostedpaw - ForestC Apprentice

When I'm making a post ill tag it with this the Admin Sorra tag and when talking about my characters ill do my character tag ^-^!!

[swanbelly]

dear followers. today i offer you the terror triplets of ruinclan. tomorrow? who knows....

[trialsofthestars]

Meet the Medicine Cat of Moonclan

Name: Juniperfrost

Age: 45 moons old

Gender: Cis Male // He, Him, His

Rank: Medicine Cat

Appearance Description: Long-furred russet tabby tom with a white chest and ice blue eyes

Personality:

Juniperfrost is the epitome of a calm, cool and collected medicine cat. He works well under pressure, and never seems fazed by an injury, on the outside. He is efficient, and a bit aloof. He prefers hard work over sweet sentiment, and he spends a lot of time looking for signs from Starclan. On the inside Juniperfrost is anxious all the time, he worries greatly for his clanmates and tries hard to make sure they all remain healthy. He takes each death in the clan very personally.

[manfrommars2049]

Bubonicaffeine, Micron pen on watercolour paper, 9"x12" via Art

[kirwell]

Untold Tales | Possession

cw: rituals, possession, body horror ______

Juniperfrost felt the sturdy stone beneath his paws, and the cold of the cave that enveloped him press into his pelt like thin icicles. The cave was like a yawning maw of a great beast, scattered with rows of sharp stalagmites that dripped icy water to the floor below. And Juniperfrost, like prey set in the mouth of a predator, stood rooted, helpless to deny his fate. 

The earthy scent of slate and the coppery tang of blood filtered through his nose, effectively obstructing all other olfactories. If he was emitting a fear-scent, then he couldn’t well smell it.

The blood adorned his slender frame, painting the tomcat in stripes, curves, and spirals. Icy-blue eyes peered from the crimson that marked his face in splatters and stripes like a morbid red mask.

Juniperfrost felt as if he and the cave were vibrating, his pale-brown hairs standing on end as a harmonic chorus resonated around him. Six cats encircled him, standing tall like unyielding pillars, the hairs on their pelts unmoving as if frozen. Nothing but their maws moved, flexing and pursing lip and tongue as they sang their haunting song to the space above. He did not understand their tune- such a mysterious song was not made known to cats like him, or rather, to cats unlike them .  However, the meaning of their howl was famed and celebrated by all, especially to cats who were blessed enough to be the focus of it.

Juniperfrost thought of his predecessor; how long ago had he too stood before the shamans, posed in blood and awaiting their providence? Longer than Juniperfrost had been alive- longer than many lives here in the place they lived and thrived together.  Duststar was gone now. As the sun rises, so does it set, and Duststar had faced his final sundown. He recalled the sounds of his predecessor, his guttural yowls and deranged ravings, as he defied his fate with all the madness of a diseased fox.

Would that happen to him, as well…? Would that madness - that broken perfection, be his fate, where he would spend his final moments screaming and fighting?

Focus. He told himself.

He tightened his posture, flexing his toes against the chilled stone, and the tom focused on the rhythmic beat of his own heart.

A soft glow suddenly lit up his vision, and Juniperfrost cast his gaze upwards to find the appearance of the moon. Through the cavity overhead, the moonlight bathed his speckled form in pale, white light.  It’s arrived.

The coldness that once brushed at his body, now enveloped him, pressing into his flesh as if to suffocate him. The vibration of the cavern made his pads feel numb, and his fur felt electrified, pulling towards a gravity that hadn’t existed just before. The song pulsed against his eardrums and swam down his skull, filling his senses and rumbling in his throat. He has known no sensation like this ever in his life, and Juniperfrost could only assume that this is what it felt like to die several different ways. His head pounded, and he breathed through teeth clenched so tight, his jaw trembled. He could barely hear his pants or his heart rampaging in his chest; the song of the shamans was all he could discern.

And then, it stopped. All of it- the ghostly chorus, the pounding, and the unbearable sensation of the cold’s bitter suffocation. The drip, drip, from the stalagmites, sounded so simple in his ears, and Juniperfrost clung to the peace it brought.

Is it…is it over?

And then he felt it. A powerful, piercing pain in his back-left leg made him cry out, and a terrible, audible crunch sounded deep within his ears. The tom staggered, his leg hanging limp like a twig dangling from the end of a branch.  And then his right shoulder cracked , and he felt the bone push out of the socket, jutting against his flesh at a nauseating angle. Juniperfrost panted between his choked cries, pain flooding his senses faster and stronger than he’s ever experienced. No slash or bite could ever dream of amounting to this much agony, so debilitating that the tom could barely comprehend anything else.

Another echoing crunch filled the confined space as his last hindleg jolted and crumbled beneath his body. He held himself up with one remaining forelimb, desperate not to falter into a miserable heap with the rest of his form. A heavy weight slammed down atop him, the strength like that of a bear, and with it, Juniperfrost felt his back crunch.

The tom choked on his scream, the breath hitched in his lungs and his jaws held agape.  I…I-I can’t breathe…! Blood bubbled from his throat, spilling over his lips and down his cheeks, mingling with the wetness that leaked from his eyes. I-I’m d-dying...! Juniperfrost went rigid, his thoughts falling away as pressure around his throat strangled him. He was beyond all other comprehensions; all he knew was the force of the weight bending him into a piece of carrion.

And then, Juniperfrost fell.

The cavern was silent, all but the repetitive drip of the toothlike pillars that hung from above. The six cats, still posed in their symmetrical circle, stared at the heap of gnarled bones and fur before them, their expressions calm and unhinting. None dared to move. They could only wait in anticipation to see if their combined efforts would have a prosperous outcome.

The disjointed mound of brown, black and blood-red, suddenly stirred, bits of flesh twitching and spasming as if to reawaken untouched muscles. The slender tom’s shoulder cracked and popped, audibly slipping back into the socket, and he began to lift himself. A rear leg, once broken, snapped, the bone retaking its original shape as if it had never been injured. The opposite leg followed suit, crunching back together. The tomcat, supporting himself on his forelimbs, made not a sound as his spine arched unnaturally, tugging his back legs just barely off the ground. The spine mended where it had been splintered, severing the movement in his lungs no more, but still, the tom’s mouth hung open breathlessly.  His figure relaxed, at last, his back returning to its original state, and his legs firmly supporting his weight.

Juniperfrost’s lowered head rose carefully as if one wrong movement could send his body back into a mangled mess. A striped tail whisked about cautiously, swishing through the cold air of the cave. Large, angular ears swiveled, testing the noises that surrounded him, yearning to pick up every subtle detail.

“Liege…?”

His ears flicked at a voice- feminine, light, wary .

“Are you with us…?”

Juniperfrost dipped up his head, and finally, his eyes peeled open, gazing at the moon and its delicate radiance. He spoke at last.

“Yes… I am here.”

The shamans watched the tom with new light reflecting in their eyes, and one dared to smile. She took a step forward, and then lowered herself in a dignified bow, her nose nearly brushing the stone floor. “Liege. Our Prince.” The remaining five followed the she-cat’s example, bowing their bodies in deepest respect as they too voiced their loyalty.

“Liege. Our Prince.”

Juniperfrost, unmoving, continued to watch the moon, countless stars glittering and dancing all around it. “This…body ,” he spoke slowly, as if uncertain of the sound of his own voice. “This body is sufficient. You’ve selected a worthy host.”

“We scoured for only the best, my liege,” the she-cat responded, her muzzle still lowered. “Juniperfrost is an admirable warrior, and his potential shone like no other.”

‘Juniperfrost’ closed his eyes, taking in what he had been told. “Yes. I can feel this cat’s spirit- it is indeed, something new... Juniperstar will make a fascinating host.”

The she-cat’s eyes lifted, a shine in her green eyes even as the moon above began to slither from view, dark clouds drifting in to hide its light. “Then the ritual is complete? He has been reborn?”

The tomcat reopened his eyes, and in the gloom of the cavern, his gaze, blue like ice, shone bright with a glow unlike anything in this world. He turned his head to stare at the assembly of cats, neck cracking, and his scarred maw stretched to his cheeks in a satisfied smirk. “Yes. We have been reborn. We have been bonded.”

____ AN: Horror is one of my favorite topics, and I'm hoping to get more prompts like this one! This was written in one night, and I got to bed at about 5am, but I think it was worth the lack of sleep and the little headache I have today ^^'

Juniperfrost is a character I've had for a while but haven't touched till today, so I'm happy to have this written for him, even if all he did was suffer. Hope you enjoyed this! Comments are a great motivator for me to post more c;

[ohboymurdercats]

Not canon warriors but I made a meme

[tangotekkit]

so with the warriors family tree update i notice.. juniperkit wouldve been a hawkfrost clone if he lived

[fennecpaw]

dandelionkit and juniperkit

(my hc for their would-be warrior names are dandeliontuft and junipereye)

[mosspetal]

Oo how about Juniperfrost?

wow are you clover circle of fire??? I recognize your artstyle!!! /j

probably cold and angry and always looks like she’s mad but that’s just her face actually

if you send the ask off anon the design is yours!

[artists-table]

CAT METAL Album Art by Moonstone Ghost /// Juniper Frost [OC Album] via /r/Illustration https://ift.tt/2MSDpTT by JuniperFrost

[hazeykatie2]

So I got one gift for myself with the Marshalls card my Grandmother gave me. #candle #juniperfrost

[shadowsofthevalleywc]

Jaystar: I type how I think.

Juniperfrost: Odd that you type at all then.

[trialsofthestars]

Meet the Med Cat Apprentices of Moonclan!

Name: Snowbloom

Player: Watts

Age: 15 moons old  

Gender: Cis Male // He, Him, His

Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Appearance Description: A pure white tom with semi long fur and a small scattering of freckles along his nose. He has soft blue eyes and a jay feather that make them really pop.

Personality:

Snowbloom has always been a soft-spoken tom with a natural talent for herbs. Where his father, Juniperfrost, is more calculated with his methods, Snowbloom is on the softer side, and seemingly more empathetic towards his clanmates plights. If he isn’t gathering herbs out in the forest, he can be found humming thoughtfully while his current patient, in the Medicine Den, talks his ear off in one way or another. His favorite duty is helping Queens with the birthing process, as watching new life enter the world is a blessing in his eyes.