#lichen wc

[eggfeather]

lichen

[lemnnshark]

"Lichen is a mottled brown she-cat."

[letyachan]

407.Lichen

"Well, I won't join. I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable around so many cats. I like my privacy too much."

[rosemist50]

Loners and kittypets. Lily and Rose, sisters, then Bella, Oscar, Lichen, Foxy, and Scree, from Firestar's Quest. Max and Toad from Hawkwing's Journey, Madric and Pasha from Ravenpaw's Farewell. Bug, Coco, Milo, and Olive from Pebbleshine's kits, Polly, Brandy, and Minty, siblings from Bramblestar's Storm. Tyr is from Pinestar's Choice, Henry is mentioned in The Prophecies Begin. Susan and Jacques are from The New Prophecy, Omen of the Stars, and A Vision of Shadows.

Originally posted on IG August 2022

[baiduweb]

famine

[exocynraku]

[lichenbug]

guys. ive been debating changing my user here i think my names sounds too goofy or childish. if i ever do that ill immediately post gay cheerijack or moonffins art so everyone knows its me or smth :3

[roukabi]

The second intro part to SkyeStudioss' Windclan MAP! This was so exciting to make from beginning to end!

[ghostclangen]

moon twenty-eight - greenleaf i didn't realize how similarly i designed betelgeuse and sherman until i was done drawing betelgeuse, but since they both have kittypet origins and have similar colors, i like to think they're siblings :-)

[redlumasarts]

EARTHWORM MY BELOVED!!! One of my Rockclan cats in the Warrior Cat RP Group ROTC!

[chiliumii]

Another Art Fight ref ✨

Lichenheart is Bluebellpaw’s sister. She has a similar personality and is similarly tall, but she’s a little more outspoken than her sister. She’s never confrontational but if she thinks you’ve done wrong, you’ll know about it.

[batteredrugosa]

Well I promised myself I would actually post some fic today in order to laugh in the face of my anxiety. I wrote this whole thing in one go the other night while pondering the Bloodweave Week prompts.

Bloodweave Week 2024

Day 1: Knifeplay

WC: 574

TW: knives, cutting, mention of SH, blood

Gale looked down at the soft golden skin of his forearm. He could measure out the decades of his life in the tracery of fine white scars that he found there, the simple lines and jagged tracings a runic language all their own, casting spells to bind away and captivate his darkest and most dangerous selves. He wished for that pain now, the release of it, as the orb pushed hot against his sternum, burrowing outward in its endless seeking hunger. The pain did not quiet this beast, only unending consumption of the power that was his deepest soul.

Suddenly a dagger entered his field of vision, hauntingly swirled in blue and silver, organic and sinuous in its lines.  It was a lichen encrusted thing, bark-like and sharp as a thorn. The long white fingers wrapped around the hilt complimented the dagger's otherworldly glow: two fey things coming close to bargain with him, to trade release for pain in a binding with the old magics. Gale whimpered, raised his eyes to beg for succor, searching for kindness in the deep garnet gaze.  Astarion's eyes were soft,  his lips curving slightly as he bent towards the supplicant before him.  "Hold out your arms." 

Gale reached his arms out before him in a supplicant's pose. He felt the  tension in his thighs, his hips,  anticipation of pain coursing through him in a rush of adrenaline.   Astarion's eyes fell to study the skin there, his gaze sharpening with concentration and focus.  He bent to his work.

Cut.

Cut.

Cut. 

Three lines burning for a moment, a narrow fission, a ledge, and then bright crimson welling hot and tickling over his skin. Silence blanketed Gale's mind and even the orbs endless shrieking became distant, held at bay on the play of crimson against gold, crimson coating moony silver in heat and life. They both watched the blood flow for a moment, the silence  broken only by Gale's shallow open mouthed breaths. 

"Lie down love. On your stomach."  He  shifted forward, almost fell in his haste to obey.  He felt Astarion's cool fingers  brush  the hair from the nape of  his neck,  tracing  gentle lines  over the smooth unblemished skin along his spine. "Are you ready?" He couldn't speak, his throat silenced by the dagger's cool magics.  He let an affirmative wash psionically between their minds and closed his eyes. 

Gale felt the first tear slide down his cheek as Astarion bent to work the sussur dagger his brush, painting Gale in a familiar and  necessary agony.  His awareness thinned, sharpened to the edge of the knife, his mind filling with lavender fog.  The orb raged on, ravening,  but it  no longer belonged to the world the Gale inhabited. He wept his relief into the floor as his lover worked, no room left inside him for anything  except the dance of tension,  cut,  release. Tension, cut, release. He followed the knife downward into lavender tinged oblivion.

"You look so beautiful like this" Astarion's quiet murmur slowly crept through Gales awareness, rousing him. He sighed, relishing the floating calm that the endorphins carried. Carefully, he flexed his muscles, feeling the burn and pull of his back's new landscape. He opened his eyes to find Astarion at rest lying beside him, smiling eyes full of love. Gale reached for him, wrapping his fingers around his nape to tug him closer, wincing a little even as he smiled into a tender kiss.

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Graveyard

This might have been inspired by a random 'what if' post on Tumblr.

At any rate. Have a short story about vampire mermaids.

WC: 1319

Summary: A little mermaid seeks adventure in a ship's graveyard. She probably should have been a bit more careful.

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Looking over her shoulder, she motioned to the two behind her to keep swimming. Many tales were told around the jellyfish pits about how the deeper, darker regions of the sea were dangerous, home only to witches and monsters. All the stories ended with a warning for all merkind to stay away from the shadowed rocky depths, where the graveyard of old ships lay.

But she was curious and daring, and wanted to see for herself. With friends by her side, three little mermaids swam to the border.

The edge of sanctified seas were marked by poles stuck into the ground, pulsing gently with bioluminescent light. Beyond the pale throbbing glow, the seabed flattened and fell, cracks spiraling out beyond vision while deep gashes hid the secrets of the sea.

But while the seabed beyond may have been barren, the bones of past lives rose against the light; wooden ribs of ships, some broken and some intact, masts and poles and broken bits lay scattered as if this land were a battlefield, a mark of how many humans had battled the sea...and lost. Yet sea-life persisted. Moss and lichen clung to the artificial bones, waving at the three like gaunt, spindly fingers curling as if inviting them further.

Her friends hesitated at the border, glancing at each other. Her own heart pounded against her ribs, screaming to turn and run.

But she was brave. She was adventurous. She was going to go further than her cousin, who swam out two nights before to the very edge of sight and came back with a piece of a ship to prove his bravery, and who wouldn’t stop bragging about it.

Puffing out her chest, gills flaring in front of her friends, she swam out into the graveyard of wood and steel and sea-growth. She fanned her fins bravely at the edge, spinning to make sure her friends could still see her. They gave an answering flash of fins, letting her know they could. She hadn’t gone as far as her cousin. Making an effort to swallow her fluttering heart, she turned and swam deeper into the graveyard.

The glow faded from behind her, and for a moment she felt trapped in utter darkness. Then...soft lights from above began to appear. She glanced up, watching silver threads of moonlight making its way from the surface all the way down to her. Patches of silver interspersed between whole pieces of ships and hollow shells, exposing treasures and things she had never seen before. She looked around, hoping to see what kind of fish lived out in these wastes, but saw none.

Swimming down to a random ship, she began searching for something small she could tear from the bones; it couldn’t be seaweed or moss, as that could have been taken from anywhere. It had to be something clearly marked as a human thing.

Something caught her attention further down...a song, trapped in the water. Someone was singing. Someone like her.

Her heart froze as she strained to listen, her mind buzzing with the possibilities of sea witches and horrible graveyard monsters. Everything she refused to believe. Yet...monsters couldn’t sing such a beautiful song, could they?

Her tail pumped the water, body moving swiftly through the ships as she listened. A distant part of her screamed to get away, wailed at the sudden scattering of skeletal figures under her fins. But her body wouldn’t stop. The song spurred her onwards, seeking out the singer. The music dismissed all worries as she got closer, the lilting melodies slowly beating away any fear from her mind.

And then she found it; the singer. Hidden away in the shadows of a broken deck sat another mermaid. Another mermaid!!

The singing faltered as the mermaid looked around, catching sight of her. She had a flash of instinct to hide, but found it quickly dismissed. Why would one of her kind want to hurt her? After all, she could sing so lovely.

Staring at her, the mermaid resumed the lovely melody, the music growing stronger and more intriguing. She couldn't help but drift closer and closer, yearning to look upon the face of the singer. The song promised joy and love, dismissed things like fear and hesitation and instinct. Told her not to look at the shadows looming around her, asked her to forget the sight of dried-up husks of other merfolk under her fins.

The beautiful voice.

A hand reached out, stopping just at the border of light and dark. The song changed, the mermaid weaving a story through the notes about how an old sea witch cursed her to remain here in isolation. How all she needed was the gentle touch of a stranger, and she would be set free.

She stared at the hand as the cursed mermaid’s song wrapped around her. Something drew her in, some force from the hand alone. She hadn't made up her mind. Something still snagged her attention, nagged at the back of her mind. Something was wrong...but her body moved forward, this time without permission or guidance.

Her skin crawled as she left the light. The water was so cold...no. It wasn't the water. The hand was now on her arm, a lifeless chill crawling up her scales and skin into her heart as the cursed mermaid pulled her closer.

The singing was loud, now. So loud, it washed away the last vestiges of her hesitation and will. Her body relaxed, sunk into the lilting chorus of the music. She didn’t feel any pain as sharp, pointed teeth pierced her body, didn’t flinch as the cursed mermaid began to feed. She was aware of nothing but the sweet music, carrying her away into oblivion. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

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Coming upon her traps, the sea witch paused. The mast she had previously used to trap a mermaid was now empty, the magic cuff used to keep her here broken and drifting. A body floated nearby, hidden among the wreckage of human ships and sea vegetation. Moss was wrapped around the dead mermaid, holding her down in an act of burial amongst the graveyard.

The witch sighed. The mermaid previously trapped here was one of the ancient ones, back in the days when they had the ability to sing others to their deaths via sucking the bodies dry. The humans managed to confuse the legends, as humans do, resulting in names like ‘vampire’ and ‘siren’. If only they knew what horrors lurked in the deeps.

And now that horror was free.

Holding her seaweed belt down against her body, she swam over to the dead mermaid and looked her over. Two prick-marks could be found against the small body, a sure sign she had been fed on.

The witch wasn’t powerful enough to kill the ancient one, but had managed to use her arts to trap her here, and so long as the ancient one was left to starve, she wouldn’t have been able to break free. Clearly, one little mermaid had slipped through and given the keys of escape to a monster as old as the waters.

Back in the old days, the witch would have a clan to call upon. But most of her family was dead, slain by whalers or sea monsters or merfolk scared by false stories. She was the last of her kind, and it was her duty to finish what her family started.

Yanking free a small sharktooth knife, the witch began to enchant it as her mind raced. She must find the ancient one before it had time to spread itself, before it had time to give others its dark gift. The nearby territory was in danger. She had to act fast.

First, she had to make sure the newest kill wouldn't turn into that which killed her. And then...the hunt was on.

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Warrior Cats Prefixes- L

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Laburnum-: "[noun] a small European tree that has hanging clusters of yellow flowers succeeded by slender pods containing poisonous seeds"

Lagoon-: "[noun] a small freshwater lake near a larger lake or river"

Lake-: "[noun] a large body of water surrounded by land"

Lamb-: "[noun] a young sheep"

Lamprey-: "[noun] an eel-like aquatic jawless vertebrate that has a sucker mouth with horny teeth and a rasping tongue"

Lapis-: "[noun] a deep-blue metamorphic rock used as a semi-precious stone"

Larch-: "[noun] a deciduous conifer tree native to the cooler regions of the northern hemisphere, where they are found in lowland forests in the high latitudes, and high in mountains further south"

Lark-: "[noun] a small ground-dwelling songbird, typically with brown streaky plumage, a crest, and elongated hind claws, and with a song that is delivered in flight"

Larkspur-: "[noun] an annual Mediterranean plant of the buttercup family, which bears spikes of spurred flowers"

Laurel-: "[noun] any of a number of shrubs and other plants with dark green glossy leaves; [noun] an aromatic evergreen shrub related to the bay tree, several kinds of which form forests in tropical and warm countries"

Lavender-: "[noun] a member of the genus of 47 known species of perennial flowering plants in the mints family, Lamiaceae. It is native to the Old World, primarily found across the drier, warmer regions of mainland Eurasia"

Leaf-: "[noun] a flattened structure of a higher plant, typically green and blade-like, that is attached to a stem directly or via a stalk"

Leech-: "[noun] an aquatic or terrestrial annelid worm with suckers at both ends"

Lemming-: "[noun] a small, short-tailed, thickset rodent related to voles"

Leopard-: "[noun] a large, solitary cat that has a yellowish-brown or brown coat with black spots and usually hunts at night"

Leptonia-: "[noun] a genus of small and medium sized pink-spored mushrooms"

Lettuce-: "[noun] a cultivated plant of the daisy family, with edible leaves"

Lichen-: "[noun] a plantlike organism that typically forms a low crusty, leaflike, or branching growth on rocks, walls, and trees"

Light-: "[noun] the natural agent that stimulates sight and makes things visible; [adj] (of a color) pale"

Lightning-: "[noun] the occurrence of a natural electrical discharge of very short duration and high voltage between a cloud and the ground or within a cloud, accompanied by a bright flash and typically also thunder"

Lilac-: "[noun] a Eurasian shrub or small tree of the olive family, that has fragrant violet, pink, or white blossoms; [noun] a pale pinkish-violet color; [adjective] of a pale pinkish-violet color"

Lily-: "[noun] a bulbous plant with large trumpet-shaped, typically fragrant, flowers on a tall, slender stem"

Linden-: "[noun] a deciduous tree with heart-shaped leaves and fragrant yellowish blossoms, native to north temperate regions"

Linnet-: "[noun] a mainly brown and gray finch with a reddish breast and forehead"

Lion-: "[noun] a large tawny-colored cat that lives in prides, found in Africa and northwestern India. The male has a flowing shaggy mane and takes little part in hunting, which is done cooperatively by the females"

Little-: "[adj] small in size, amount, or degree"

Lizard-: "[noun] a reptile that typically has a long body and tail, four legs, movable eyelids, and a rough, scaly, or spiny skin"

Loach-: "[noun] a small elongated bottom-dwelling freshwater fish with several barbels near the mouth"

Loam-: "[noun] a fertile soil of clay and sand containing humus"

Lobelia-: "[noun] a chiefly tropical or subtropical plant of the bellflower family"

Lobster-: "[noun] a large marine crustacean with a cylindrical body, stalked eyes, and the first of its five pairs of limbs modified as pincers"

Locust-: "[noun] a large and mainly tropical grasshopper with strong powers of flight. It is usually solitary, but from time to time there is a population explosion, and it��migrates in vast swarms that cause extensive damage to crops"

Log-: "[noun] a part of the trunk or a large branch of a tree that has fallen or been cut off"

Long-: "[adj] measuring a great distance from end to end"

Loon-: "[noun] any of several large birds (genus Gavia of the family Gaviidae) of Holarctic regions that feed on fish by diving and have their legs placed far back under the body for optimal locomotion underwater"

Lost-: "[adj] unable to find one's way, not knowing one's whereabouts"

Lotus-: "[noun] any of a number of large water lilies"

Loud-: "[adj] producing or capable of producing much noise, easily audible"

Luck-: "[noun] success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions; [noun] chance considered as a force that causes good or bad things to happen; [noun] something regarded as bringing about or portending good or bad things"

Lucky-: "[adj] having, bringing, or resulting from good luck"

Lupine-: "[noun] a plant of the pea family with deeply divided leaves and tall colorful tapering spikes of flowers"

Lynx-: "[noun] a wild cat with yellowish-brown fur (sometimes spotted), a short tail, and tufted ears, found chiefly in the northern latitudes of North America and Eurasia"

[google-drawings-warriors]

The Dog Star has RUINED me because the only thing I could think about while drawing her was “omg... my dearest beloved Lichenstream........ this is your spiritual successor....”

[goatpaste]

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