#northern loner

[rozugold]

For those doodle recs, perhaps one of ur qsmp designs for the soul?

q!jaiden doodles ..

[fivehundredsporks]

decided to create my hawke and trevelyan in this picrew as well! (darevas included as well so they can all be together)

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 45

Weedfoot announces she is expecting her second litter.

[Image ID: Weedfoot tells Palepaw and Ripplepaw, “Don’t worry, you two. I’m still your mother.” Under her, it says + CONDITION: PREGNANT.]

(Weedfoot: 94, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Palepaw: 11, female, mediator apprentice, insecure, picky nest builder, never sits still)

(Ripplepaw: 11, female, historian apprentice, charismatic, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

Rattlepelt confessed her feelings to Wildclaw and they have become mates.

[Image ID: Rattlepelt says to Wildclaw, “I think I’m ready… ask me again, Wildclaw.” Under Wildclaw, it says + MATE: RATTLEPELT. Under Rattlepelt, it says + MATE: WILDCLAW.]

(Wildclaw: 37, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Rattlepelt: 28, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

Interested in herbs even in her kithood, Troutpaw is eagerly apprenticed to Fennelspot.

[Image ID: Troutpaw, in her apprentice sprite, faces Fennelspot, who says, “I hope I do right by you, Troutpaw.” Under Troutpaw, it says LEVEL UP! TROUTKIT -> TROUTPAW, INSECURE -> COMPASSIONATE.]

(Fennelspot: 102, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Troutpaw: 6, female, cleric apprentice, compassionate, morbid curiosity)

Shadowdrop’s kits are apprenticed. While Tempestpaw is eager to explore the territory, Mosspaw and Trumpetpaw’s thoughts are on their dead father. Their mentors are Carnationspeckle, Clammask, and Halibutdusk.

[Image ID: Tempestpaw, Mosspaw, and Trumpetpaw all have apprentice sprites. Under Tempestpaw, it says LEVEL UP! TEMPESTKIT -> TEMPESTPAW. Under Mosspaw, it says LEVEL UP! MOSSKIT -> MOSSPAW, BULLYING -> SHAMELESS. Under Trumpetpaw, it says LEVEL UP! TRUMPETKIT -> TRUMPETPAW, NERVOUS -> TROUBLESOME, + NEW SKILL: LOVER OF STORIES.]

(Tempestpaw: 6, female, caretaker apprentice, troublesome, loves to eat)

(Mosspaw: 6, male, caretaker apprentice, shameless, stares at fire)

(Trumpetpaw: 6, female, warrior apprentice, troublesome, plays in mud, lover of stories)

Downstar stands above the Clan and proclaims Elmpaw shall be known as Elmsprout, honoring her amity.

[Image ID: Elmsprout is in her full, long-furred, adult sprite. Under her, it says LEVEL UP! ELMPAW -> ELMSPROUT, CAREFUL LISTENER -> HELPFUL INSIGHT.]

(Elmsprout: 12, female, caretaker, charismatic, helpful insight)

Downstar, Rustshade, and Puddlepaw find a wounded loner with a mangled tail.

[Image ID: Downstar, Rustshade, and Puddlepaw stand in the back while Fennelspot talks to a black bengal tom with a white underside. Under the black tom, it says NEW PLAYER: DARKKICK, 105, MALE, LONESOME, TALENTED SWIMMER, UNDERSTANDS NATURE, + CONDITION: MANGLED TAIL.]

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The black and white tom wasn’t trained to fight. He’d only gotten into a few scrapes in his many moons wandering the wilds surrounding his old home, learning what he could from the friends he made. He’d never been in a fight like this. He was never meant to be in a fight like this. Never meant to be in a fight at all.

He wasn’t about to join his ancestors that day, however. He was still too mad at them.

The brown tom chased the loner all the way from the northern human settlement. It was like he had been waiting for the loner, following rumors of a starkly colored tom offering medical treatment to any strays who needed it. You’d have to be mousebrained to get mad at someone for that, but considering how the loner’s feathery tail was now coated in blood, he wouldn’t argue with the maniac.

The loner’s paws skidded against the edge of the river. It still had its freezing winter chill to it, despite the coming of spring. Thick Clan scent flooded the loner’s nose. Oh, to go home… but he knew full well that he was not welcome there anymore. If he crossed the river, he would suffer their wrath. Yet with how vicious his attacker was…

The loner could hear his pursuer getting closer, stomping over new growth in his mad dash. The loner could handle a random Clan patrol. He steadied his paws against the stones and dirt leading into the water and plunged in. 

The loner’s blood drifted in the current. His long fur weighed him down, but he kicked with the flow like he was running on water. He arched over stones and curved his body like an otter, letting the river do most of his work for him. He threw his head over the surface of the water for a deep, shaking breath. He looked back. The brown tom stood by the river, glaring at the loner. The loner dove back into the water.

He kept swimming until his muscles began to ache and his lungs started to burn. The current pushed him toward a wall of stone, where the river pushed on only a paw deep. The loner splashed onto the shallow rocks. He laid in the low flow, gathering his breath. He’d go treat his tail soon. He just… needed a moment to rest. He wasn’t as young as he used to be.

“Stay there!” someone yowled. Wonderful, more company. The loner’s eyes were blurry from water, strain, and pain, but he squinted at the figure approaching from the southern side of the river. He saw gray spots against a well-muscled body and blue eyes studying his drenched pelt.

“Puddlespeckle?” the loner coughed, water dripping from his nose. His eyes cleared a bit; no, not Puddlespeckle. Puddlespeckle had no white blaze on his face.

“That’s my grandfather’s name,” the lookalike gasped. “I’m his granddaughter, Puddlepaw. How do you know my grandfather?”

“Puddlepaw, who have you found?” Two more figures approached the river. The loner’s vision was clear, and there was no mistaking the two cats coming closer.

“Rustshade and Downdapple,” the loner laughed softly, shaking his dripping head. “I heard RippleClan became a reality, but I wasn’t sure if you were part of it.”

“Darkkick?” Rustshade muttered. The ginger tom and tortoiseshell molly shared the same shocked look. Puddlepaw slipped back to Rustshade’s side. The loner, Darkkick, pulled himself out of the river and shook out his pelt. His tail burned and he couldn’t help but hiss.

“The one and only,” Darkkick huffed, grooming his tail.

“You’ve misnamed Downstar,” Puddlepaw said, glancing up at her leader. “Downstar, is this the same Darkkick from the stories?”

“I should have guessed you tell stories about me,” Darkkick scoffed. “I suppose you paint me as Autumnstar’s victim, then? Thrown out for doing what StarClan asked?”

“We’re sorry that happened to you,” Downstar said, bowing her head. “We thought you left the territories long ago.”

“I traveled for a few moons,” Darkkick sighed. “My better nature got the better of me though. Couldn’t let loners die when I know how to help them.” Darkkick spat out a chunk of wet black fur. “I would have thought you’d pick Paleshade as leader.”

“She didn’t live to see RippleClan’s founding,” Puddlepaw muttered.

“Ah,” Darkkick said softly. The fur along his spine bristled. It would have been easy for Autumnstar to kill the brave molly without Darkkick around. He’d covered for Paleshade and Weedfoot so many times as cleric…

“Fennelspot would want to see you,” Downstar said. “He could help you with your tail.” Darkkick studied his tail. The wounds were big, and it would take Darkkick a while to set up a temporary medicine den, especially with the maniac from the human settlement looking for him.

“Let’s see how that tom’s been taking care of you,” Darkkick sighed, padding away from the river. “Now what part of the coastline has your little group mangled into a camp?”

Rustshade and Puddlepaw took position on either side of Darkkick (codekeepers, always so wary) while Downstar escorted the long-lost cleric to RippleClan’s camp. Darkkick had heard stories of the shipwreck by the sea, had even seen it from a distance on day-long patrols to collect resources from the ocean, but he would never have imagined it safe for cats to camp in. Even if you ignored the old stories (which apparently no one was telling the younger generation from the look on Puddlepaw’s face during Darkkick’s musings) of terrifying wraiths wandering the shipwreck, how long would the wood last and keep the Clan sheltered? Somehow, though, the shipwreck was still standing strong, protecting the blossoming Clan under its wind-worn wood.

Although Darkkick knew better than to needlessly flame anyone’s pride, he could admit to himself at the very least that RippleClan was doing well. Young apprentices proudly joined their mentors. Elders rested in the shade (although… was one of them wearing a ribbon collar? Did Fennelspot forget how a collar could choke a wild cat? Was this some odd new tradition the RippleClan founders invented?). It was, by every definition Darkkick knew, a true Clan. 

A familiar ginger tom sat by a large rock near the shipwreck, slowly sharing a meal with a long-furred cream and white molly. Fennelspot’s gaze drifted over the returning patrol. At first, he glazed over Darkkick. Then he choked on his prey.

“Fennelspot!” the young molly yelped. She patted Fennelspot’s back as the cleric collected his breath.

“Don’t kill yourself on my behalf,” Darkkick purred as his escorts led him toward his old colleague.

“Darkkick…” Fennelspot coughed.

“Troutpaw, can you leave us be for a moment?” Downstar asked the cream-colored apprentice.

“You’re Darkkick?” Troutpaw gasped. “The exiled cleric?”

“I haven’t been a cleric in many moons,” Darkkick sighed. He couldn’t stop himself from purring at Troutpaw’s wide-eyed expression. “Don’t tell me I’m famous.”

“You play a role in some of my mother’s stories about AshClan,” Puddlepaw said, shrinking slightly beside the black tom.

“He flopped out of the river with a mangled tail,” Rustshade sighed. 

“Yes, Troutpaw, get a spot ready for our new patient,” Fennelspot gulped, taking the last bite of the roasted mouse. 

“Yes, sir,” Troutpaw said before dutifully bounding off to what Darkkick assumed was the medicine den. 

“Come here and share tongues with me, you old fool,” Darkkick chuckled. Fennelspot touched noses with Darkkick.

“If I’m old, then so are you,” Fennelspot chuckled softly. He began to share tongues with Darkkick, grooming the remaining water from his fur. He licked blood off Darkkick’s tail as best he could. In between that grooming, he asked, “You must have so many questions! So do I. Where have you been? Why come back after all these moons?”

“It’s more of a visit than a homecoming, Fennel,” Darkkick huffed. “I could use some help with these wounds I got.”

“You’re going to leave again?” Fennelspot gulped, meeting Darkkick’s eyes. 

“Do you really think Autumnstar will be pleased if you announce my arrival at the next Gathering?” Darkkick scoffed.

“Autumnstar has passed on,” Downstar explained, touching her tail to Darkkick’s shoulder. “And we don’t care what AshClan thinks of us. They chose to exile you. We’d be happy to take you in.”

“Your nest is ready, Darkkick,” Troutpaw called, sticking her head out of the medicine den.

“Let’s see how well you’ve fared in all this sand, Fennelspot,” Darkkick muttered, trying to shake wet sand off his paws. His entourage followed him to the medicine den. His eyes took a minute to adjust to the shadows in the overturned boat. The familiar scent of concoctions and ointments and dried herbs threw him into the past, to days when he had an eager ginger apprentice and the respect of both AshClan and StarClan. Now he lacked both.

“Father?” The voice brought Darkkick back to the present. A brown molly, her back covered and restrained in a tight splint, stared at Darkkick with huge, owl-like amber eyes. Another gray spotted molly, this one almost the perfect reflection of Weedfoot, sat by her side, her conversation suddenly interrupted.

“Father?” Puddlepaw, Troutpaw, and the lookalike gasped.

“Spike,” Darkkick muttered. For a moment, he checked his daughter’s pelt for stars, wondering if she was some ghostly vision. 

“Darkkick is your father?” Downstar asked, moving between the pair.

“You broke your oath,” Fennelspot mumbled, his tall tail falling.

“That oath became meaningless the moment I was exiled,” Darkkick snapped, sneering. Fennelspot quickly bowed his head. Darkkick collected himself, his half-wet fur weighing him down, and looked back at his long lost daughter. “Last I saw your mother, she told me you were dead.”

“I would have been without RippleClan,” the brown molly admitted. “It’s Spikecrash now though, Father. I’ve joined their ranks as a mediator. Palepaw here has been sharing some of her lessons with me.”

“Why am I not surprised that’s the name of one of Weedfoot’s kits,” Darkkick sighed, purring as Palepaw’s shocked expression grew. “Don’t be so stunned. The relation is more obvious than a dog in a tree.”

“Puddlepaw, Palepaw, come outside with me,” Rustshade sighed with a twitch of his tail. “I can better explain what’s happening.” Palepaw hesitantly slunk between Darkkick and Fennelspot as she joined her sister outside. The two littermates followed Rustshade to a quiet spot to talk.

“Your mother thought you had died,” Darkkick said, risking a step closer to Spikecrash. “She… she was not well when I last saw her.”

“We went to find her shortly after Spikecrash officially joined the Clan,” Downstar explained. “She’s being cared for by humans.”

“Yes, thanks to me,” Darkkick huffed, glaring at Downstar. “I took her. I couldn’t stay to care for her.” Darkkick hissed as a sharp sting ran down his tail. Fennelspot had snuck behind him and rubbed an ointment on his tail.

“You aren’t sitting down, and we can’t let you bleed all over the medicine den,” Fennelspot huffed, dipping his paw back into a small jar of ointment and continuing the process.

“Part of me is glad things happened this way,” Spikecrash admitted, her eyes softening as she watched Darkkick squirm. “Fennelspot says my back is healing well. Mom is living with beings who can better care for her. I know we haven’t spent much time together, Father, but we could grow closer as part of a Clan! You could meet Cinderella’s kits, they’ve just been apprenticed.” Darkkick didn’t answer. The medicine den felt too small. How could he stand under the gaze of his ancestors again when StarClan…

“Stay.” Fennelspot walked in front of Darkkick, placing his tail on Spinecrash’s splint. “If not for her, then for us. RippleClan could use your knowledge in the medicine den.”

“I’m not a cleric anymore,” Darkkick huffed, his gut tensing at the very thought. He didn’t want to look at the disappointment covering everyone’s faces. He grit his teeth. He spoke to the ground. “If you find yourselves overwhelmed, I can help treat patients, as I have been for years now. But if I join RippleClan, I am just a warrior. I cannot bear the cleric’s name.” He locked eyes with Fennelspot (the shine in his old friend’s eyes made him want to groan from the sheer overwhelming sentimentality). “Is that understood?”

“We can make it work,” Fennelspot promised. He once again touched noses with Darkkick. Troutpaw purred in the back at the sweet display.

“Now tell me,” Darkkick grunted, taking a seat in front of the daughter he thought dead as the others settled around him, “what in the name of the four— er, five Clans has happened while I’ve been away?”

(Darkkick: 105, male, warrior, lonesome, talented swimmer, understands nature)

(Puddlepaw: 11, trans female, codekeeper apprentice, thoughtful, morbid curiosity, oddly observant)

(Rustshade: 89, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Downstar: 104, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Fennelspot: 102, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Troutpaw: 6, female, cleric apprentice, compassionate, morbid curiosity)

(Spikecrash: 20, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

(Palepaw: 11, female, mediator apprentice, insecure, picky nest builder, never sits still)

[mildy-vibing]

(Mini comic and personal first sketches from when I was trying to figure out his character)

ITS MY PERSONAL AU AND I CHOOSE WHO MY FAVORITE BEAR IS FRIENDS WITH

So, I was in my bed an I went "Oh yeah Polar bears and grizzly bears come into contact now because of the melting ice don't they". So, I had the idea: what if Barnacles had a Grizzly Bear 'friend'? Strap in kids because it isn't that long but it's what I like to think

Barnacles Bear and Arthur Grizzly

These two have known eachother since they were cubs, meeting in the spring and summer when the ice and snow would thaw. As cubs, Arthur was actually bigger than Barnacles and used this to tease him (much to his annoyance). They were secret friends given how Arthur's mother wasn't fond of her son meeting with Polar bears and Barnacles' mother not liking him being gone for a long time. They parted every winter when the snow set in.

They met every year until they were in their early 20s. When Barnacles was offered the chance to join the Octonauts, he extended it to having Arthur join him as well. Arthur was a hard working guy who could work well in intense environments and in tough times. But he was also a loner. He was more akin to a feral bear than Barnacles with his omniviorous diet, poor social skills, and inability to stay in one place for long. Both Barnacles and Arthur knew this was the end, so Barnacles took the job while Arthur stayed on land.

Arthur still lingers in the back of Barnacles' memories. He isn't dead, but Barnacles has difficulty locating him due to Arthur's nomadic nature.

Fun Facts

- Kwazzi and Arthur are actually similar in personality. Though Arthur has a far drier humor and it's hard for most people to understand it. They would share some killer stories though, Kwazzi with pirate tales and Arthur with myths.

- Barnacles is taller than Arthur now and about twice as heavy (adult male Polar bears are easily double the weight of male grizzlies).

- Arthur gladly eats fish and meat as those are common protein he finds. Barnacles is more for the vegan alternatives with the occasional fish or two in private.

- Arthur is pretty good at being quadripedal. He does it whenever he needs to move quickly. Barnacles used to do this when he was younger too (stopped when he got a deep splinter)

- No, they didn't leave on bad terms. Both of them agreed it was for the best of what they wanted.

- Barnacles is currently looking for Arthur to see if he would like to join the new expanded terrestrial division of the Octonauts.

-Ever since Barnacles left, Arthur moved south towards Southern Canada / Northern U.S.

- Kwazzi, Inkling and Peso are the only people who know about Arthur.

[riseoftheclansrpg]

Welcome to Rise of the Clans!

RISE OF THE CLANS | 18+ DISCORD-BASED WARRIOR CATS RPG

SKILL LEVEL - CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING

OFFICIAL WEBSITE:

Welcome to Rise of the Clans (RotC), a fantasy discord-based RPG directly inspired by the warrior cats series created by Erin Hunter.  You are not expected, nor required, to have read any official canon material released to be a part of this group! All lore developed is original, based on the worldbuilding from the canon series.

This group originally started over on deviantart several years ago, as a deviantart and skype hosted RP. Over the years, the group has changed with the times, and was formally rebooted and opened to the group it is today, on August 19th, 2019! With deviantart's recent forced changes, RotC has left deviantart for good, and is now hosted on Discord, with a google website (coming soon!) in tandem.

Rise of the Clans is set in a fictional region in the United States, generally assumed to be located around the Pacific Northwest! As a result, there are a variety of naturally occurring phenomena, such as mountain ranges, lakes, marshes, the ocean, as well as more urban lifestyle, with a city located far away, along the ocean's coast. Weather can be extreme being so close to the ocean, as well as closer to the United State's northern border.

Communities of feral felines have come to dwell in several places across the region. From the city to the mountains, felines live all different walks of life.

There are four Clans that reside besides a lake with territories filled with diverse terrain and foliage, known as WoodClan, ValleyClan, RockClan, and StreamClan. Up within the mountains are a feline community known as Fjell'Byr, who organize themselves into factions to support a united, large population. Outside of these populations are rogues, loners, and kittypets.

This roleplay is plot-driven, both by an overarching groupwide plot, as well as both indirect and direct influences by personal character plots. As a result, roleplay mechanics are always updating and expanding, as members contribute and introduce new canon.  Through group participation to earn group currency, simply called "points", your character can unlock potential plots that can result in permanent, canonizing changes to the roleplay.

We are LGBTQ+ friendly, and encourage character creation from all walks of LGBTQ+ life!

A discord account is required to participate as an active member of this roleplay. All roleplay happens in the official Rise of the Clans discord server.

Rise of the Clans is OPEN FOR NEW MEMBERS! Click here to learn how to join!

[delafiseaseses]

Created this Graph of Powder Gangers

I shall also write what this says with some further elaboration under a 'Read More'.

We start at Cooke's Prison Break. At which point the Powder Gangers split into 3 factions: The NCRCF Powder Gang, The Bison Steve Escaped Convicts and The Vault 19 Powder Gang (originally simply 'Cooke's Faction' before reaching Vault 19).

We'll now go over all these factions, starting with the Bison Steve Escaped Convicts.

Leader: Escaped Convict Leader.

Several Unnamed Convicts (both called 'Escaped Convicts' and just 'Convicts')

This faction is unaffiliated with any other Powder Gang and does not have any implied affiliates who use Powder Gang Reputation.

Next we'll go over the Vault 19 Powder Gang

At Vault 19

Leader: Samuel Cooke

Opposition: Philip Lem

Several unnamed members labelled 'Escaped Convicts'

This group does not use Powder Ganger Reputation.

At Whittaker Farmstead

A few unnamed Powder Gangers who use Powder Ganger Reputation.

These gangers are explicitly linked to Samuel Cooke only in a cut note and by proximity to Vault 19.

Now we have the big one. The NCRCF Powder Gang. The main faction of Powder Gangers. All members use Powder Ganger Reputation.

At NCRCF

Leader: Eddie

Second in Command: Scrambler (could also be called 'Main Bodyguard' or maybe 'Enforcer')

"Doctor": Hannigan (6 months training as a medic)

Trader: Carter

Front Door Guard: Dawes

The NCRCF is also home to the unaffiliated non-member ex-inmate Meyers, at one point Meyers would've had his own small group of 'Deputies' if he was put in-charge of Primm (there is still some reference to them in dialogue).

Joe Cobb's Gang, which could also be called Joe Cobb's Crew.

Leader: Joe Cobb

5 other members

A raiding party of the NCRCF. They charge 'tolls' to travelers on I-15, some of Joe Cobb's gang (though Ringo says they attacked without warning).

Boxcars' Crew which could also be called 'The Nipton Crew'

Possible Leader: Boxcars

Other Members: Oliver Swanick, Legion Captives, Legion Crucified

The ill-fated Nipton party. Called 'my crew' by Boxcars. Use Powder Ganger Reputation.

Tricked into a deathtrap by the Legion and corrupt Nipton Mayor Joseph B. Steyn. Oliver runs into Radscorpions and if you save the Captives they run into Ghouls. So, its safe to say that this crew has been disbanded.

Other NCRCF Gangers

The unnamed Gangers found at Powder Ganger Camp North, East and West.

The Gangers around NCRCF (such as on I-15, I don't think the ones currently around the sacked caravan are Joe Cobb's Gang due to their lack of participation in the Goodsprings Raid).

The Primm Powder Ganger Ambushers.

Now for the Chavez Splinter Faction which could also be called 'Chavez' Crew' or the 'Camp North Splinter Faction'.

At Powder Ganger Camp North

Leader: Chavez

3 other members

Chavez refuses to respect Eddie's authority, so Eddie orders him dead. On the the matter of the other members of this splinter faction Eddie says "Chavez is the ringleader. Without him, his crew will fall apart, and I don't give a shit about those guys."

Now we go onto the Unknown Affiliation Powder Gangers who have no direct hints as to which faction they're a part of.

First we have Hawkins, named in-game simply as Powder Ganger he is found dead by Quarry Junction, implied to have killed a Deathclaw before he was killed by them. He was presumably killed a fair bit after the Gangers stormed and claimed Quarry Junctions Dynamite, which means he was either a loner, a member of the NCRCF Faction who went too far north or a member of Vault 19 who went back that direction.

Now we have the Hunter's Farm Powder Gangers

Located in proximity to Whittaker Farmstead and Vault 19, they nevertheless have no content cut or in-game that directly ties them to the Vault 19 Powder Gang and they use Powder Ganger Rep, meaning its possible they're a far-northern NCRCF Crew.

So, yeah, I think that's about everythin'. If I missed anythin' do tell me. I tried t' be very extensive.

[sunlitmcgee]

genus loci fic is here

Thank you so so so much to everyone who has been going insane about this with me. Especially @rozugold and @melissa-s23 for the artwork! I hope that this lives up to the hype even if it's just a small section of the AU's overall story. It was very fun to write. I cried like 7 times over it.

@oranboo @prophecy-anon @vivyainou @flamedoesart @northern-loner

[thebadb0ys]

songs that just make me think of the life series OR my nonsense rambling about music and minecraft people

Northern Attitude by Noah Kahan for either Joel or Etho

joel bc

you build a boat, you build a life / you lose your friends, you lose your wife

just i feel like this could be used for any of joel’s life series especially double life and last life

last life bc he was a loner and he lost his life

double life bc he built a life with etho, he build a life with a boat, and he lost it all

and then etho with bdubs bc

if i get too close / and im not how you hoped / forgive my northern attitude / oh, i was raised out in the cold

i just feel like etho could be begging for forgiveness in his head after the snow fort and he’s a survivor man, that’s what he does, and he’s sorry for sending him out alone, he’s just cold

does that make sense?? i don’t think it does but it’s kinda making me insane so here you go :)

[beyondthenorthernwall]

Lady Elsira Kolar

"A young loner girl born of Nobleblood tied to the House Kolar with the spirit of thousands of men-at-arms."

INFO

Age; 16

Birth Year; 116 AC

Personality; feminine, graceful demeanor, shy, loner, introvert, powerful, leadership, intelligent, kind, ruthless, strong

Physical Attributes; slender, tall, lean, medium length curly smokey-ash blonde usually pulled back into a bun or braid, violet/golden eyes, pale complextion

Hobbies/interests; Sword fighting, reading, flowers, birds, politics,

RELATIONS

Mother; Nyra Kolar

Father; Athen Kolar

Brother; Rydan Kolar

Relatives; House Stark (cousin), House Tully (marrige by starks/in-laws)

Betrothed; Jacaerys Valeryon

Relations by Houses

House Stark; blood of the First Men, by marrige House Tarth; Maternal family

House Karstark; tied descent to Karlon Stark Northern clan of Kalor ; ancestral blood

House Kolar blood-born lineage

House Valeryon/House Targaryen; betrothal to Jace

[rozugold]

o!beeduo w/ o!sneeg?

Bug on bug

[themanwhomadeamonster]

dd2 ask game for the elf duo - arisen n pawn 5 and 6

Thank you! :D Ask game here

Arisen & Pawn 5. What are they most afraid of? And what is their greatest hope, or dream?

Vorogoth's worst fear is that his effort to literally make - with his own hands - a friend out of Nalxis would've been all for naught, but also that what his family did to him would haunt him till his death. He knows he's an eccentric loner who lives in a shack in Northern Vermund and though he accepts that reputation as truthful he still desperately yearns for some company. His greatest hope is to not be seen as an unlikeable oddball, that his family was wrong, and that someone actually does appreciate him. Nalxis is afraid that he won't be a good enough friend for Vorogoth, or even that he won't be enough in general to help Vo get out of his personal hell. He knows that he was literally designed to be a friend, but his greatest hope is just for Vo to learn to be content with himself before even thinking he's a good friend for him. They depend on each other a lot, maybe to the point that it's even unhealthy, but who else can they turn to if no one tries to understand them?

Arisen & Pawn 6. Do they have any particular quirks or habits? 

Vorogoth likes to sleep! Especially if he's upset. So he sleeps a lot. Nalxis can take himself apart (though he has to be careful of course). If he's forfeit then his body remains while his consciousness leaves, so Vo has to drag his body to a riftstone to revive him.

[dubljarnasims]

Ivy Wickenburg

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Ivy is married to Phoenix Hamer. She's a loner who loves family, and oddly enough, that works for Phoenix.

Partner(s): Phoenix Hamer

Ivy is a straight up makeover of Simkatu's Harper Johnson. Download Simkatu's Harper Johnson here.

Clothing/Accessories:

Earrings - Simomo | Natura studs

Glasses - Nords | Scintille 3

Pants - Courierseis | Dog claudette jeans

Shoes - Sims4Nexus | Stephanie boots

Socks - Honeycuts | Silk socks

Sweater - Miiko | Winter goblin slouchy sweater

Undershirt - Sforzinda | Mariner accessory undershirt plain long

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Blush - Northern Siberia Winds | Blush N7

Eyebags - Obscurus | Eyebags n5

Eyebrows - RemusSirion | Eyebrows n14

Eyelashes - Kijiko | 3D lashes version 2 uncurled

Eyelashes - Kijiko | EA eyelash remover

Eyeshadow - Obscurus | Eyelids n15

Face Scar - AlisaSour | Face scars

Hair - Simkatu | Evelyn

Lips - Pralinesims | Crystal clear lipgloss pack no1

Lips - RemusSirion| N291 polyclonal

Defaults:

Skin - Luumia | Vanilla skin default

Eyes - Pralinesims | Oasis v2 default

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[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 52, Part 2

The rest of Shadowdrop’s litter earn their names.

[Image ID: Tempestshade and Mosspounce earn their names. Under Tempestshade, it says LEVEL UP! TEMPESTPAW -> TEMPESTSHADE, TROUBLESOME -> CHILDISH, LOVES TO EAT -> INCREDIBLE COOK. Under Mosspounce, it says LEVEL UP! MOSSPAW -> MOSSPOUNCE, STARES AT FIRE -> TALENTED FIRE-STARTER.]

(Tempestshade: 13, female, caretaker, childish, incredible cook)

(Mosspounce: 13, male, caretaker, adventurous, talented fire-starter)

Mosspounce sneaks off to the human territories to explore.

[Image ID: Mosspounce talks to Lemmy, who says, “Moss, this isn’t a game. Leave.” Achilles and Pearl walk away in the far corner.]

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Ha! Downstar could not have picked a better day to give Mosspounce his full name. Even if he hadn’t had his vigil that night, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep. He could meet Lemmy not as a humble apprentice, but the newest caretaker of RippleClan! His paws carried him to the Great Northern River as soon as he could get away from camp.

Mosspounce and Lemmy had developed a routine since their “playful” spar by the river at the start of last summer. They met at the river around sunhigh every three days to chat and enjoy the cool breeze over the water. While Lemmy insisted they not talk about their homes for both their sakes (a statement that confused Mosspounce, although he kept his mouth shut), there was a lot they could talk about. They complained about annoying acquaintances (like how Scalekit had a creepy habit of staring at others across camp), the trials of navigating around noisy humans (Mosspounce couldn’t understand how Lemmy slept alongside them), and, truthfully, anything that came to mind. Lemmy was a standoffish molly, but Mosspounce couldn’t help but listen in awe at her intelligent words, like how she assured him that Mousesong would find peace on the “Other Side” after her death. He couldn’t help trying to make her laugh, and laughing harder when he heard her purr. He couldn’t help teasing her about her murderous friends and taking her biting comments about the Clans in return.

Mosspounce couldn’t help but like her!

He burst through the trees and preened in the river’s mist. He laid out across the river’s edge and stared at the sky, thick with clouds but bursting with a few powerful sunbeams. It would still be a minute before sunhigh, but Mosspounce could wait. Weedfoot had told him and Tempestshade that they had the day to themselves to celebrate their new positions, so Mosspounce could take all the time he wanted for his friend to arrive.

The problem was, Lemmy took a while to arrive. At least from Mosspounce’s perspective. Exhaustion from the long vigil wore at his eyes and worked with the midday weather to ease him into a nap. Yet he stayed half-awake, often sleepily lifting his head at a random noise from the other side of the river. Where was she? Had something gone wrong?

“I do have the day to myself,” Mosspounce mumbled, shaking out his damp pelt. He eyed the unknown trees beyond the river. Lemmy always made the trek to the river… why shouldn’t Mosspounce meet her halfway? He didn’t live in AshClan or SlugClan or any of the other Clans, who held a stigma against exploring beyond the land or being overly social with non-Clan cats. He was a RippleClan caretaker, and he could explore the land beyond the Clans as he pleased! Mosspounce strolled to the high stones and waded through the low water to the other side of the river. He shivered as he stepped on foreign territory. No one would yowl at him for this, yet there was an air of troublemaking to it that poured energy into his paws. 

Mosspounce took off through the trees, letting his nose guide him. He knew the humans camped to the north, but he didn’t know how far that camp was. If so many loners and kittypets from the camp came toward Clan territory, it couldn’t be too far. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the stink of horses and humans flooded Mosspounce’s nose. Then came the sound. StarClan, the camp was loud. Yowling humans, thundering horses, the creaks and groans of human gadgets. Did humans ever shut up? It was only when Mosspounce broke out of the forest, legs aching from the jog, that he laid eyes on the huge settlement. 

Human dens were bigger than anything Mosspounce imagined. James, Parsley, and Rabbitjoy often talked about their days among humans, but their descriptions were nothing when compared to the hulking wood and stone structures that dappled the landscape. Smoke drifted from the ears of each structure like a foggy breath on a chilly day. Horses pulled monsters between the dens. Some humans even sat on their backs, guiding the horses down slimmer paths and around humans in strange, gawky pelts. Mosspounce had only ever seen humans from a distance, ones that James insisted were male. If that was the case, were the females the ones with the giant pelts? Why did they have such fluffy, brightly colored fur cascading around their flanks? Didn’t that make it difficult to move? 

Mosspounce braced himself as he left the safety of the forest and stepped into camp. The humans paid him no mind, but he kept close to the tall den walls, eyeing the passersby. The yowling made his ears hurt. How did Lemmy live among them? How did any cat? He could smell traces of loners and kittypets along the streets, even see a few pawprints in the muck and mud, but he had yet to actually see anyone. How could he hope to find Lemmy in this enormous place?

“Human kits have no sense,” a voice laughed. “Our kits, they tend to understand what’s dangerous as soon as they open their eyes. But little humans? I saw one pull on a horse’s tail until the brown beast kicked them in the stomach.” The voice wasn’t Lemmy’s, but it was a voice. Pelt pressed against the stone walls of the human dens, Mosspounce jogged toward the sound.

“They can be rather sweet, though,” another voice purred. “When the humans gather in the Singing Place, the kits will wander off and give me scraps.”

“By the crows, I will take my packed den over the Singing Place any day of the moon,” yet another voice groaned. Mosspounce’s ears perked up. That was Lemmy! He picked up his pace. There was a path cut between two huge dens. The voices echoed off the stiff walls. Mosspounce turned the corner… and froze. Lemmy sat facing Mosspounce, chatting with her companions. Those companions, whose pelts were as stuck in Mosspounce’s memory as Lemmy’s, had their back to Mosspounce, thank StarClan, while they spoke with Lemmy. The wind blew their scent toward Mosspounce. Achilles and Pearl. Witch Hunters.

“But the Singing Place is only that busy a few times a moon,” Pearl reminded Lemmy. Lemmy’s gaze froze on Mosspounce. A look of half-concealed shock and horror flooded her blue eyes. Mosspounce crouched back around the corner.

“Alright, enough chatting,” Achilles chuckled, stretching his back. “There are still a few cats we have to gather for the meeting.”

“I’ll continue down this alley,” Lemmy quickly suggested. “I’ll see you both soon.” Lemmy headed in Mosspounce’s direction. Mosspounce pulled his head back, praying Achilles and Pearl could not smell him. A few moments later, Lemmy appeared. Her shock had vanished, replaced by a hard glare that stuck Mosspounce to the wall.

“Moss, this isn’t a game,” Lemmy growled, rounding on the black tom. “Leave. Now.”

“Lemmy, I was just worried about you,” Mosspounce explained, tail tucked. “You always meet with me. I wanted to make sure something hadn’t happened.” Lemmy’s tail thrashed and her eyes narrowed, even though Mosspounce didn’t think it possible for them to get any narrower. “Alright, it was also an excuse to explore where you live, but I do have something I want to share!”

“Mosspaw, we can talk about this later,” Lemmy huffed. Her fur prickled in a sudden stiff wind. 

“That’s what I wanted to tell you!” Mosspounce chirped, a bit of his confidence surging back. “I’m not Mosspaw anymore. I graduated! You’re looking at Mosspounce, caretaker of RippleClan.”

“Good for you?” Lemmy said, looking Mosspounce up and down. “That doesn’t change anything. Mosspa—pounce, if the other Witch Hunters see you, they will kill you. You do understand that, right?”

“What exactly are the Witch Hunters?” Mosspounce asked. “My aunt’s seen a few others in your group by the river. Why are they interested in the Clans? Why did you ambush me all those moons ago?”

“You talk like we’ve known each other for years,” Lemmy sighed. Her shoulders stiffened and the frustration itching at her fur softened. She stayed quiet for a while, making Mosspounce shift uncomfortably. Finally, she said, “If you really want to know more, head west until you come across the stage. It’s a large wooden platform the humans built. There will be a lot of cats there, so you need to get to the roof of one of the dens behind the stage. Do not let anyone see you. When the meeting is over and everyone leaves, go home. We will talk more later.”

“What—” Mosspounce said.

“Promise me you will leave when we are done,” Lemmy snapped. Her nose was a whiskers-length from Mosspounce.

“I promise,” he said quietly. Lemmy eyed Mosspounce, testing the sincerity of his promise. Satisfied, she turned and jogged back the way Mosspounce came. Mosspounce glanced west. He braced his nose against the reek of horse dung and hurried between the crowds of bumbling humans.

[Image ID: Mosspounce hides in the corner while Achilles steps back, declaring, “Witch Hunters! We call your attention to our leader, the defender of the Other Side, the Crow Speaker, the Witch Finder General… Madeline!” In the center of the screen is a black and white molly with blue eyes and black feathers in her tail. Under her, it says NEW PLAYER: MADELINE, 100, FEMALE, FAITHFUL, OMEN SIGHT.]

The cats Mosspounce once struggled to see now flooded the paths, heading in the same direction as Mosspounce. A few wore ribbons and collars, but many were bare-necked, worn by the loner’s life. Where had they all been a minute ago? Did they all live in the human camp? Mosspounce kept his breath steady. He had never seen these cats before. His scent would be odd, but they had no reason to think he was a Clan cat. He could get through them.

Mosspounce followed the crowd to this “stage” Lemmy mentioned. Her description was apt; the humans’ impressive woodworking allowed them to make wooden designs far bigger in scale than anyone in the Clans could hope to create. A few cats, including Pearl and Achilles, sat on the stage. Mosspounce kept his head down. There was a tall tree that reached the pointed roof of a wooden den. Mosspounce snuck to the tree and scaled the trunk. He eyed the slim point of the roof. He wiggled his flank, gauging how far he would have to jump from the farthest reaching branch. And then, he jumped.

His paws dug into the harsh point. His tail kept him balanced. Easy. Mosspounce carefully sat on the tip of the roof and watched the stage. 

A short time later, Lemmy hopped onto the stage and joined a group of loners near the corner. That was interesting. Was Lemmy an important figure in her group? Or could anyone sit up there? As Lemmy got settled, Achilles strolled to the edge of the stage. A large crowd gathered below. It was like a Gathering!

“Witch Hunters!” Achilles yowled. The chatter of the crowd below died down. “We call your attention to our leader, the defender of the Other Side, the Crow Speaker, the Witch Finder General… Madeline!” Achilles stepped back as the crowd cheered. A gray and white molly took his place. Her white markings reminded Mosspounce of water dripping from a cat’s mouth and down their chest. Bright blue eyes, sparkling with life, watched the adoring crowd. A necklace of black feathers hung from her neck. More feathers decorated her flank and tail.

“Thank you!” Madeline purred, nodding to the crowd. “Thank you for the praise. And thank you all for making it. I know some of you have had to travel some ways to make it here today. You are all loyal scouts, and we thank you for your efforts.” She turned to Achilles. “I thank my second, who helps manage this mess of a community.” Achilles chuckled as Madeline turned to Pearl and the few cats gathered beside her. “We thank our Witch Finders, constantly searching for perversions to the Other Side.” Now she motioned to Lemmy’s group. “And we thank our enforcers, who assist us in our tasks. The crows say thanks to you all.” Madeline glanced up. A crow sat on a tree across from Mosspounce. The Witch Hunters stared at the bird like it was their leader, not Madeline.

“I called you all here for two reasons,” Madeline said. “The first is to celebrate two new additions to our enforcer ranks. Stella, Charon, join us onstage and claim your new positions!” The crowd cheered as two cats climbed onto the stage and joined Lemmy. They seemed comfortable with Lemmy, just like everyone else. It was nothing like the violent personas Pearl and Achilles took on when they tried to kill him.

“The other reason is another cause for celebration,” Madeline continued. “You all know of our plans to destroy the Clans of warriors that live to the south and disturb our ancestors day in, day out. The Clans who claim to speak to the dead and pull them from their peace as though it were a natural thing. Well today, dear scouts, we have struck a decisive blow against these witches. We have killed one of their clerics!” A grand yowl rose through the crowd. What? “After moons of studying the witches that call themselves SlugClan, we have killed their elder cleric, the center of their perversion!” 

No. They killed Bubblemoon? He had been alive at the last Gathering! He was one of Fennelspot’s closest friends! Mosspounce looked to Lemmy, but she either did not see him on the roof or refused to look at him.

“Today, we celebrate with a feast at Pearl’s farm!” Madeline cheered. “With me, everyone!” The Witch Hunters yowled and cheered. Madeline flicked her tail and marched off the other side of the stage. Lemmy, Pearl, Achilles, and all the other cats in the clearing around the stage followed her like a massive flood. Mosspounce crouched against the roof as they swarmed past.

In the words of his sister, what just happened?

(Mosspounce: 13, male, caretaker, adventurous, talented fire-starter)

(Achilles: 80, male, Witch Hunter second, daring, eloquent speaker)

(Pearl: 33, female, Witch Finder, careful, explorer, clever)

(Lemmy: 28, female, Witch Hunter enforcer, cold, deep StarClan bond)

(Madeline: 100, female, Witch Hunter General, faithful, omen sight)

Tempestshade and Ripplefern head out on patrol, but misjudge the strength of the ocean. Ripplefern is swept away.

[Image ID: Tempestshade yowls at Troutpool and Weedfoot “It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault!” Underneath Weedfoot, it says + CONDITION: GRIEVING.]

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Tempestshade thought that rafts were one of the greatest things artisans and caretakers could have ever invented. They required a lot of wood to build and had to be taken care of, stored somewhere that storms and waves could not destroy them, but they allowed cats to venture farther into the ocean than ever before. Tied together with glue and twine, with flax leads that could connect swimmers to the raft, it was, in Tempestshade’s opinion, the best way to fish.

For this hunting patrol, it was Tempestshade’s job to tie Ripplefern to the tether and stay on the raft while Ripplefern collected the ocean’s bounties. Ripplefern was great at diving, maybe even better than Carnationspeckle! Every time she dove, she would come back with a new crab or clam or some other wonderful treasure. Tempestshade kept their catches safe, dozing off to the shifting waves below her. 

Ripplefern climbed back onto the raft with a big gasp, jolting Tempestshade from her nap. She shook out her pelt, gray fur clinging to the tether around her torso. Tempestshade blinked hard as saltwater stung her eyes. The wind sent a small wave billowing over the raft, almost washing away Ripplefern’s catches. Tempestshade quickly pulled them close, shivering as the cold water ran over her belly.

“Do you think we have enough for the day?” Ripplefern said with a yawn. “I’m too cold to keep diving.”

“I have some fun ideas for this crab,” Tempestshade purred, batting at the crab on the top of the pile. “I’m going to boil it whole. It’ll be delicious.”

“Hopefully we can have a bite of it,” Ripplefern laughed. “I’m sure my mom will want it to go to Clammask. Help me get my tether off.” 

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I clamped the crab’s claw to my ear and wore that to the next Gathering?” Tempestshade laughed. She put her face close to the dead crab. “Wouldn’t that impress the other Clans?”

“I think that might cross the line of how to treat our prey,” Ripplefern chuckled, squirming in her tether. “Now come on, this tether is starting to dig into me.”

“Alright,” Tempestshade hummed. As she groomed dripping water off her belly, a deep hum caught her ear. It was a deep, creaking, rushing sound, the sort of sound both Tempestshade and Ripplefern grew up hearing from beyond the nursery walls. A wave gathered along the edge of the ocean, growing in size and racing toward the raft.

“I don’t like the look of that,” Ripplefern gulped. “Just cut me out, Tempest.” Tempestshade nodded and searched for the sharp stone they always brought along for emergencies. Yet, when Tempestshade shuffled through the fresh-kill pile and scanned the raft, she could not find the stone. Carnationspeckle had taught her, time and time again, that when she was on the raft, using the tether, she needed the stone for moments like this.

“I can’t find it!” Tempestshade stammered. Ripplefern reached around and dug her teeth around the flax lead. She couldn’t get the right angle on the tether to pull it off. Tempestshade looked back to the approaching wave. Had it been that tall a moment ago?

“Tempest, help me,” Ripplefern snapped. “Help me, I can’t get it off!” Tempestshade grabbed the base of the tether, where the loop connected to the main lead, but she couldn’t stop shaking. It wouldn’t loosen! The tether was tied into the raft itself; Ripplefern dove at the tie and started chewing. Tempestshade joined her, fangs aching against the tight flax. 

Tempestshade looked up just in time to see the wave devour the raft.

Tempestshade flew away from Ripplefern in a haze of blue and gray. Bubbles thundered past her. The screaming of the wave flooded her ears with intense pressure. She’d taken a deep breath when the wave hit, but the force of the impact knocked the air back out. She flipped head over tail as the wave carried her stars-know-where.

Suddenly, Tempestshade skittered across soaked, brown sand. The remnants of the wave nearly reached the grass. Tempestshade shivered and choked on water, eyes burning from the salt. How in StarClan’s name had she not hit one of the many pebble-lined shores? She blinked violently, trying to shake the water off, trying to breathe, to understand where she was. She stared out at the ocean, which seemed black with the sun behind the clouds.

The raft bobbed and weaved not too far from shore. The wood was dark and utterly soaked. The twine and glue had given way to the intense pressure of the sudden wave, and part of the raft was gone.

The part that Ripplefern’s tether had been attached to.

“Ripplefern!” Tempestshade screeched. She scrambled toward the sea, paws sinking into the wet sand. StarClan, where was she? Tempestshade hacked up more water, shivering in the autumn chill. Her voice burned as she screamed, “Ripplefern!”

“Tempestshade?” The call, sadly, did not come from the water. Troutpool and Weedfoot, each with leather pouches around their neck, emerged from the trees and hurried up to Tempestshade. Tempestshade spun around like she was cornered by dogs. Troutpool and Weedfoot both startled.

“It’s not my fault,” Tempestshade stammered, breathing hard. “It’s not my fault!” No. No, no, no. Tempestshade didn’t understand. She didn’t know what happened! Why couldn’t she get Ripplefern free?

“Tempestshade,” Weedfoot said, eyes catching on the broken raft. “Tempestshade, where is Ripplefern? Where is my daughter?” Fear overtook her voice at the end.

Tempestshade couldn’t breathe. She crouched on the sand, falling deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of her own mind, the image of the wave taking over her senses.

(Tempestshade: 13, female, caretaker, childish, incredible cook)

(Ripplefern: 18, female, historian, charismatic, talented swimmer, good fighter)

(Troutpool: 13, female, cleric, insecure, ghost sense)

(Weedfoot: 101, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

[yodomi-nikki]

Harbinger of Decay, a fanatic who offered his soul to Nurgle, similar to Kazyk

I noticed something while looking at the model photo of Harbinger of Decay, which is famous as a highly finished work of art. The official website also has a variation of the head, "a cracked skull with fleshy horns sticking out." This seems to be a fusion of the initial design of Kazyk, the lieutenant of Tamurkhan in Warhammer Fantasy, and his appearance in Total War Warhammer 3.

Kazyk is a kabuki performer who offered his soul to Nurgle "as an ornament" during the time when northern barbarians worshipped chaos in search of power. It's a literal translation, but a kabuki performer is a metaphor for "a person who acts eccentrically to stand out." Roughly.

Kazyk is officially described as "a rotten bag of flesh in human form" and is treated as a vicious imitation. Harbinger of Decay is a loner who is creepy to Rotbringers and not particularly noticed by demons. I imagined that Harbinger of Decay, who has similar characteristics to kazyk, is also an empty being who cannot fit in as a mortal warrior or be reincarnated as a demon as a result of offering his soul to God…

And today when I reread the battletome, I saw that it was called "Husk Men" and in the Japanese version it was translated as "empty shell existence".

I groaned and shouted! I think my guess was right, or rather, it was right!!

It's difficult to say whether kazyk can be called empty, as he groans a lot and moves autonomously, but that may be because he is skilled in military force and was a warrior worthy of being blessed. Harbinger of Decay succumbed to the disease before succumbing, so perhaps he was not rewarded for offering his soul and ended up wandering.

I'm lazy and haven't looked into when the designs of Harbinger of Decay and kazyk were released and which one influenced which, but I found a connection between a super cool miniature and a super cool 3D model, so I'm reporting it.

[stuckinthewrongworld]

Made myself into a Psychic Type Gym Leader! A big, big thank you to @the-east-art for creating my gym outfit as well as a casual outfit for when I'm not battling. She based the colors off of Cresselia. I wanted something classy for the gym, but super comfy for day to day. I also drew her in the Galar Psychic Type uniform. Thank you @trainerlouie for the group shot!

Seren originally from Unova, but her first journey was through Kalos. Seren didn't intend on specializing in Psychic Type Pokemon, but due to a medical condition, she found them to be a beneficial aid to help her. Seren had always been susceptible to things like motion sickness and getting dizzy easily. As she got older, she would have random spells of dizziness late at night once or twice a year. In her late 20s, Seren started having these episodes more and more frequently and they would last longer and longer. She would spin so badly no position seemed to help and the only thing she could do was sleep through them. Seren already loved napping and sleeping in, but when it began to affect her day to day life, she knew she needed to get help. Seren was later diagnosed with vestibular migraines, which was what was causing her dizziness the entire time. She has worked to change her lifestyle and food choices to help make the episodes less and less, but when they do occur, her Psychic Pokemon are there to assist her. Seren use to swim competitively and she still loves the water, but she has picked up kickboxing as her new form of exercise. She is NOT a morning person and is a complete Ursaring to wake up. Seren does enjoy stargazing and would love to see the northern lights one day.

Seren and her Munna, lovingly nicknamed Mochi, have been together since she was in elementary school. Mochi was trained to become a service Pokemon, so while she can battle, she is not used in Seren's gym battles and is more of her Partner Pokemon. Mochi is very snuggly and stays by Seren's side no matter what. She's very friendly with others as well. Mochi does not want to evolve.

Oracle the Delphox was Seren's first true starter Pokemon. Seren received her as a Fennekin from Professor Sycamore when she did her first gym challenge in Kalos. Oracle was originally jealous of Mochi because she was around Seren so often. As Oracle evolved and started to develop her Psychic powers, she picked up on Seren's illness and understood why Mochi was always around her. Oracle soon realized that she could help Seren in other ways and that she and Mochi had their respective roles on the team. Oracle is protective of Seren and Mochi, since she's not fully evolved. Oracle almost has a sixth sense when it comes to danger and always has her eyes and ears on alert.

Seren caught Nazca the Sigilyph when she came back to Unova for the holidays while still on her adventure through Kalos. Seren wanted to train her Pokemon in a new environment and thought the desert would be a good place. However, with her poor sense of direction, Seren ended up getting lost in the sandy area. It started to get dark when a Sigilyph showed up. Seren wasn't prepared to battle, as Mochi and Oracle (then a Braixen) were worn out from training all day. The Sigilyph didn't seem to want to fight, but helped Seren find her way out of the desert. Seren gave him a berry as thanks, then went to the nearest Pokemon Center to rest herself and her team. The next day, Sigilyph was waiting outside and ended up following her home. Seren took out a Pokeball and Nazca immediately went in. Nazca is a bit of a loner and seems to have his head lost in the clouds a lot, but he is an acceptional battler.

Seren's second journey was through Hoenn, which is where she caught Aiki the Medicham. Seren wanted to take up a new hobby and found a kick boxing dojo while staying in Dewford Town, which was ran by one of Brawly's gym challengers. There were several fighting type Pokemon also practicing at the dojo, Meditite being one of them. Meditite picked up on Seren's dizziness issues and stayed close by while she would train. Seren and Meditite formed a close bond, becoming each other's training partners and practicing their moves on each other daily. When it was time for Seren to leave, Meditite didn't want her to go, so he decided to follow her so they could continue training together. During their travels, Aiki evolved and they eventually came across a Medichamite. Seren and Aiki practiced day and night until they perfected Mega Evolution. Aiki is calm and collected. He's never one to start a fight, but he will most certainly finish it.

Whoops the Slowbro was an oops catch, as Seren did not intend on catching him. The group were on vacation in Alola and they were playing in the waves. Seren left some snacks in her bag up further on the beach and a curious Slowpoke found his way into the bag, getting himself caught in a spare Pokeball Seren had. Seren didn't realize she had a new addition until that evening when she went to dig out the snacks and found them missing. Seren noticed one of the Pokeballs had expanded and went she took it out, Slowpoke appeared and the first thing she said was "whoops," which Slowpoke cocked his head at. Seren was happy with the catch though, as she loves water types. Whoops is just happy to be here and loves all of his friends on Seren's team. He definitely has a "go with the flow" attitude and nothing bothers him.

During her latest proper journey in Paldea, Seren immediately fell in love with Flittle when she saw another trainer with one. Seren didn't really care what they evolved into or if they evolved at all, but she knew she had to have one. Seren eventually found a Flittle and caught her, naming her Flit. One day while training, Flit began to glow and evolved into Espathra, which was nowhere near what Seren expected her to turn into, but was happy. Flit was big as a Flittle, but she was even bigger as an Espathra. Compared to other Espathra, Flit towered over them. Seren realized that she could ride on Flit's back, so she is Seren's main mode of transportation over long distances. Flit enjoys running and will randomly sprint with Seren on her back to make her laugh. Flit is the intimidating one that you don't want to make mad. Get on her bad side and you're done for. However, she acts like a sweet baby who does nothing wrong while Seren is around.

[tamedgod]

HARU'NIYA & HER MERRY BAND in the search for an answer to the dynasty of death terrorizing the land, haru has made many an enemy — but also many an ally. among these relations, a small handful have taken to traveling alongside her, regularly seen in her company as she treks across relogae. some of these friendships were hard earned, however.

RUHN'DIR the most reluctant of haru's companions in terms of agreeing to travel, yet the first among them to join her. ruhn'dir is an anomaly of his kind, the beastkin genes in him extremely varied unlike haru's more uniform ones. part stag, however his physiology is spread unevenly across his body; one of his eyes is that of a deer, with streaks of fur cutting jaggedly through his face and most of his body. his legs are long and gangly, but still technically human. his form is distorted and many on both sides (humans and beastkin) consider him a monstrous deformity, the only uniform part of him the halo of antlers on his head. it is because of this that ruhn'dir is very much a loner, keeping to himself in the woods south of lodrorn. he is spoken of like a myth, something told to children at night to keep them in bed. they say he is a shepherd of the woods' deer, and if one of his flock are hunted that he will hunt the killer in return. he was given the title of crimson stag of the western wood, the prey turned predator. he and haru met because of this, haru hunting and killing a doe under his protection. she'd barely begun to eat, tearing at the creature's sinews with her teeth, when multiple arrows pierced her body — another death on her ledger. ruhn'dir then approached, speaking a prayer over the fallen deerling, before shock took him when haru began to move. in disbelief that his quarry had come back to life, the beastkin was frozen; he was only at his most dangerous when he could catch his targets by surprise, and now he was locked in up close. as haru came back to a stand, ripping the arrows from her body, ruhn'dir asked what she was to live another life, a sort of reverence offered in the query. the two would camp together that night, haru (frustratedly, given what happened) explained how she was on a hunt for the pieces of the long lost star of Çyreni. after some back and forth (not all of it friendly), haru proposed the two of them travel together — but ruhn'dir had no interest. hesitant to re-enter normal society due to his disfiguration, it took a lot of coaxing before he would agree. despite the rough begining, ruhn'dir has the closest relationship to haru out of her companions, and is often considered her right hand man. haru refers to him as "rune", and is the only one he allows to call him that.

ELIAS CADOC a welcome positive force on haru's journey, elias cadoc met the cat and her deerling companion on the ship trek to the island of tios. considered the ship's healer, elias was a former guard of the aukestonite royal chapter. when asked what brought him so far from the northern country, the man explained that his late wife, katya, had always desired to travel the country, and he was trying to honor her wish. he'd learned everything about healing, from making salves to basic clerical magic, from the books his wife had left behind. after her passing, he had given up his knight's position in aukeston's royal chapter, his heart unable to really fight after the loss. despite this, he seemed a kind and hopeful individual, which haru greatly appreciated after the hardship she and ruhn'dir had face to get to where they were now. being from aukeston (considered one of relogae's most religious regions), haru took her chances on asking him what he might know about Çyreni, and of the mythos surrounding Her star. pleasantly surprised by the inquiry, elias explained that stories of Çyreni were dying out, even in aukeston. Her religious chapters, churches, pantheons had long faded, starting with the rise of the long empire. most of Her religious tomes and texts had disappeared or been destroyed, and so public knowledge about Her was few and far between, mostly spread these days by word of mouth from long term loyalists. despite ruhn'dir's mistrust and hesitation around sharing the subject with others, haru decided it safe to let elias in on what her venture truly entailed, and how it would be incredibly helpful to have someone knowledgeable in not only fighting and healing, but also in the religious aspects surrounding the relic they were seeking. needing a little time to finish the work he had agreed to aboard the ship, he asks if he could be given until the end of their seafaring journey together to really decide. accompanying the pair during their ventures on tios, it wasn't long until the three were headed back to the mainland, where elias would formally agree to travel with them. good thing, too, as haru's next companion would really need the healing hands and deep wisdom that the former knight had to offer.

RAKSHA VELLI recruiting raksha was a strange situation, the lodrornite man being xiaolong's closest friend and former romantic partner. he wasn't someone haru had invited nor wanted along her journey, but when xiaolong began accompanying her, it seemed she didn't have a choice in the matter. her party was filling up now; a beastkin archer, a knightly healer, the crown prince himself, and his... terribly disagreeable head of the pavisian royal squadron. not only was he quite racist and classist towards haru and ruhn'dir for being beastkin, but he was also still quite possessive of his former partner (despite there being no true relationship between xiao and haru at this time). it would be during the long trek through the drænyan desert on their way to hahfêm that raksha would be forced to become more trusting of both haru and ruhn'dir. not knowing how to be hungry, and unused to the heat of the southern country, it was a hard journey for raksha through the sandy terrain. feeling ousted by haru and ruhn'dir, and xiao practically avoiding him whenever he could, the only member of their squadron he had to lean on was elias. with immeasurable patience, elias was able to begin talking raksha down from all his anger and frustration. he would share portions of his rations with the lodrornite, and would help keep up his morale during the scorching walk across the waste. raksha would begin confiding in elias about the history between himself and xiao, detailing how he couldn't stop feeling as if he was on the outside of everything. against haru's better wishes, elias took a leap of faith and shared the true reasoning behind this journey the group was undertaking. elias gathered the group up for the follow up, clearing the air about xiao's true interest in haru and how it rested with how she could not die. xiao, as unwilling as it was, would also pull raksha aside later to apologize for his behavior. despite no longer being romantically intertwined, raksha was still his oldest and closest friend, and he had no interest in losing that relationship. the prince would warn, however, that raksha would have to work past his prejudices, just as xiao himself had, if he were going to remain in their party. this was a hard pill to swallow, but in the same vein of wanting to keep his oldest friend around, raksha worked hard to swallow his pride. apologizing to haru and ruhn'dir, he would come around to be a good companion in time. he and haru would eventually bond further over stories about xiao, and raksha would become akin to elias's shadow down the line, the two almost always together.

ASTRID VAUGN & SASKIA these two, like raksha, were more akin to tagalongs rather than agreed upon companions, met in the beating heart of aegesir's capital. astrid vaugn was a beauty hailing from the south beyond meische's red wasteland, from the grand city of veralis. known for its famed school of magic, she was one of very few to hold the esteemed title of veralisian mage — though this was a topic for debate. known as the fox of veralis, astrid was infamous in magus circles for having stolen the magic from one of the main dragon veins that supplied the grand city. this allowed her to act as a kind of conduit, astrid able to connect to ancient magics and creatures presumed long gone from relogae. it was because of this, however, that she was welcomed with open arms into aegesir's court — though she would be watched quite closely. also under the watchful eye of the aegis mages was her partner in crime — her little bird — an unassuming young girl named saskia. an urchin, saskia was taken quickly under astrid's wing, the two traveling nomadically before they'd ended up as guests in the city of goir. not only was she astrid's young lover, but she was also her little spy. this was how the pair came to meet haru and her little guild, the group stopping in goir to meet with the archmage of the country, branton ruliv. saskia would quickly find out that haru was in possession of a great magical relic — Çyreni's star. after alerting her beloved of this development, the pair would quickly scheme to take it off their hands, the pair used to conning their way through whatever situation they ended up in. upon sneaking into their chambers to snatch it, however, they'd be met with the bad end of ruhn'dir's arrows, saskia shot down — wounded, though not fatally. this would result in a fierce altercation between astrid and ruhn'dir, awakening the rest of the band. elias worked fast to deescalate the situation, offering to heal saskia's wounds in exchange for an explanation. unable to con their way out of being caught, astrid would come clean about wishing to wield the star's power. haru had to talk xiao down from killing her then and there, and upon learning who he was, astrid became awestruck. to be in the presence of the blood of the Dosha was more than she could have ever hoped for, and she immediately begged for forgiveness. the troupe stayed up the rest of the night, astrid recounting her adventures with saskia and how she had been working to gain favor with the aegis mages. in exchange for their lives, she offered to help haru gain the support of the magus court. this trade offer was accepted (even if xiao was still keen on killing them), and for the rest of their time in aegesir, astrid and saskia would tail behind the group in interest. this would lead to them permanently tagging along, the two mages strong final additions to haru's merry band.