#otterdive

[trollocs-ooc]

I think the way i draw fins on a character depends on their height. Like eleven n twelve have big ass fins but whybies short so they have smaller fins. That are still bigger than fins in hs. But idk i think fins that small just look ugly

[asheewrites]

Otter date

So… he was a famous actor he had done stunt work for, he had almost put up a restraining order, because he had paid attention to the fact he was constantly drinking bubble tea, he was a high ranking water angel. And he was interested in him.

The last tidbit being a fact that came up when they needed to discuss helping a transgender friend in need.

Levil had tried to be as prickly as possible. Blunt honesty to the point of rudeness, maybe even insult. And still, he had decided it was a good idea to go on a date.

The idea had been less than appealing. Only very few people could get his brain to shut up for a moment. Expressing the wish to take this person away from him almost sent him into a panic.

When Duke refused to get away from him at the first generously given opportunity? It might have been the first time he was sincerely thankful. He hadn’t done anything to endear himself to the boy. Just been his deliberately mean self. Not being liked by him was essential. He was supposed to like Lyman and not be distracted by being nice or even polite to his too-rich boss and landlord.

It might have been a genuine shock. If there was a chance to lose something he genuinely cared about, it usually happened. But… it hadn’t. Not yet. And even if it was only a small sign of trust or – maybe even – loyalty… it certainly had earned the boy Levil’s loyalty.

So teaching Allan how to change another’s body was going to be fine. It was the least he could do. And it wasn’t hard or difficult. And Allan, too, accepted all the edges. So that was… alright. The date. Despite the almost-panic-attack. If Allan truly wanted to go on a date with a stuntman and hacker, while actually offering up a piece of his own mind by showing what he himself liked?

Sure. Why not. There was no harm done. And hey, the restraining order never actually happened.

So here he was, on a Thursday morning, clad in cargo jeans, tank top muscle shirt and glasses… and apparently… they would be petting otters.

He was 15 minutes too early… it was interesting to look at from the outside. ‘Otterly adorable’ as they advertised.

Ah, what a day.

[wintrydapples]

New favorite character name just dropped.

[ahmarwolf]

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[inuamaru]

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[cascadeclan-gen]

Moon 5

Pebblepaw slinks through the undergrowth, setting his paws down carefully. He doesn’t want to startle his quarry. The greenleaf sun shines on his fur. He imagines he looks quite handsome and impressive, stalking through the territory like he is.

He finally reaches his prey, and prepares to spring. He can’t help a satisfied flick of his tail before he leaps. He arcs through the air, keeping his legs and paws tight to his body, then extends his front legs as he collides with Otterdive. “Gotcha!” Pebblepaw cries triumphantly, pinning the warrior beneath him.

Otterdive laughs. “Nice job, Pebblepaw! I had no clue you were there!” Pebblepaw lets him stand up, and they both shake dirt off of their pelts before joining Hyssopbloom, who is watching them with a small smile.

“Why are you here, Pebblepaw? Is Snowstar with you?” she asks, looking around for their leader.

“Snowstar isn’t feeling well,” Pebblepaw replied. He lowered his voice and spoke from his chest, imitating his mentor. “I don’t do so well in this heat anymore! Go and join the hunting patrol.”

“We’ll have to travel a bit further to hunt, we probably scared off all the prey around here.” Otterdive didn’t sound all that disappointed. Pebblepaw knew that he and Hyssopbloom liked the hot weather. It’s probably why they’d been chosen for the midday hunting patrol.

They travelled in amicable silence, stopping once or twice for Otterdive to point out an interesting flower or pretty beetle. Hyssopbloom stopped them at a gully. Snowstar had taught him that the gullies were carved out by water and snow, and that you had to be careful not to dislodge any debris in them. Pebblepaw usually avoided them. Otterdive had no such worries, though, and quickly sprang forward to catch a shrew. Hyssopbloom followed quickly after to stalk something.

Pebblepaw decided to keep his hunt to the top of the gully. He smelled the air around him, searching for something to catch, and easily found a warbler. The kits hadn’t had many birds. Pebblepaw knew they’d be excited for this one, and that knowledge carried his paws to his prey. It didn’t have time to notice him before he killed it. He gave thanks to the prey and the territory, like Snowstar taught him, and then set his sights on a swallow.

A loud crash interrupted his hunt, and he raced towards Hyssopbloom’s yells. He understood the situation as soon as he poked his head over the top of the gully. One of the trees half-sunken into it had toppled over, trapping Otterdive beneath. Pebblepaw raced down the slope, nearly crashing into Hyssopbloom as he stopped. “Are you hurt?” he asked Otterdive.

The older tom looked frustrated. “No, I feel mostly fine. A little squished. I just can’t quite get out from underneath this.”

Hyssopbloom began studying the situation as Pebblepaw asked a few more questions. Did he know the Clan’s name? Was he feeling present in the situation? Did he have any aches or stings? He’d heard Skystripe ask them often to assess injuries. Otterdive patiently answered them.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Hyssopbloom announced, beginning to push a thick branch into position. “We balance this on that round rock there, with one end under the tree and the other up in the air. When we push on the end in the air, it should lift the tree enough for Otterdive to wiggle out.”

Pebblepaw privately worried that they wouldn’t be strong enough to move the tree, with him not being fully grown and Hyssopbloom being a bit smaller and delicate than the other Clan cats. But her plans often worked, so he would give it his best try. It would be a great story for the kits.

He and Hyssopbloom worked quickly to maneuver the branch into place. Otterdive provided updates on his situation, often ones that Pebblepaw felt were a touch unhelpful, such as “it’s so hot in here, I think I may be melting” and “I’m so hungry, I fear I may starve before you finish wiggling that in”. But when they finally were ready to push, Pebblepaw could see uncertainty in Otterdive’s expression. He felt bad for being annoyed. Otterdive was being crushed, and Pebblepaw couldn’t hold his poor taste in jokes against him.

Pebblepaw stretched upwards and dug his claws into the wood. Hyssopbloom did the same, and counted down. Together they pulled the branch downwards. For a moment Pebblepaw worried that Hyssopbloom’s plan had failed, but then he felt the branch shift. He put everything he had into it, and slowly but surely, the tree moved upwards.

Otterdive slipped out quickly. As soon as his tail was clear Pebblepaw released the branch, exhausted and already aching. Otterdive shook out his legs and let Hyssopbloom fuss over him for a moment. Once she was sure he could make it back to camp, the patrol quickly picked up what they’d caught and began the journey back to camp. The walk home took longer than the walk out. Pebblepaw was tired and sore but pride moved him forward. He’d helped to save his Clanmates life! They’d gotten Otterdive out safely. Pebblepaw felt like he could do anything. Nothing could ruin this moment for him.

At least, until he stepped into camp. Silence greeted the patrol, the mood somber and quiet. When Pebblepaw dropped the warbler on the fresh-kill pile, the scents of honeysuckle and sage hit his nose, and dread filled his gut. The last time Skystripe had used that combination had been to stave off the death-scent from Ridgepelt’s body before burial.

Lightkit and Currantkit watched the patrol wide-eyed from the nursery. Pebblepaw couldn’t help but be relieved. At least it wasn’t the kits. He waved his tail at them and followed the rest of the hunting patrol to the healer’s den. His mind filled with images of what he may find there; Snowstar could come back, but Skystripe could have been attacked by wolves or dogs; Doveshade’s sickness could have proven too much for her to handle. Hyssopbloom and Otterdive filled the den entrance, but Hyssopbloom quickly turned away. She slipped away to the warriors den, and Pebblepaw took her place.

Doveshade was draped over Mistyfur, quietly sobbing. Otterdive laid next to her, comforting his former mentor as best he could. Snowstar and Skystripe sat next to each other, speaking in hushed tones. Pebblepaw walked over to them, and they made room for him to sit between them. Snowstar laid his tail on Pebblepaw’s back. Skystripe rubbed their heads together comfortingly. “His infection progressed too quickly for Skystripe to treat,” Snowstar murmured to him. Pebblepaw nodded. He knew Skystripe would see it as her own failing, even if it wasn’t. “We will hold vigil tonight, and bury him tomorrow.”

Pebblepaw leaned into Snowstar’s side. He couldn’t help but remember Ridgepelt’s vigil. Mistyfur’s would be held in greenleaf instead of leafbare, but they would all share memories of him and honor his memory. For a moment, an old fear crept into his mind, of starvation and sour red blood. But he knew that this was being a warrior. Sharing in sorrows and joys. Supporting each other.

Lightkit finds a tuft of Pebblepaw’s fur, and adds it to his nest. Pebblepaw isn’t sure if he should feel flattered or not.

Snowstar suffers from heat exhaustion.

Currantkit gets fleas.

Snowstar amends the rule allowing Healers to have kits. A Healer can only have kits if there is another fully-trained Healer.

[otterdates]

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Here's a link to find everyone in A Bit Fruity (of which I am proudly within the Top 6 Sexiest Members): https://a-bit-fruity.carrd.co/ I'm also an experienced video editor with comms open! Vods, YTPs, anything you need edited I'm here to put too much effort into! I'll probably post more about it in the future but if you're interested contact me at: k1rkhammer23@gmail.com

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Think that's it! Have a good one y'all it's rough out here sometimes but we'll make it okay? <3

[hisui-dreamer]

u rlly think so ? ;; i do my best in pouring love into my art but sometimes it’s like

wow

a drawing for a gift

bOring- but also i enjoy it so like RAHRAHRAH

LFMAO

and YES THE OTTERD ARE SI CUTE

…crimis otter

don't think that!!! there's just something so precious about creating something with someone in mind!! sometimes that's better than something material haha💕

reindeer otter!🥺💕💕💕

[gun-roswell]

Spring Day in Yellow and Green

“The spring has finally sprout out, the yellows and green certain proof of it.” Gun Roswell Spring Day in Yellow and Green A sunny spring dayNothing to it, just layIn the pile of hay Blue is the waterBe a sea otterDive into the seaAnd be a water squatter Today is the start of springIt really begun on the bells’ dingNow join the chorus and sing “Oh sprint timeA merry timeI am feeling just…

[bubbashark28]

Get otterd!

*throws baby otters at you*

hehe you have now become the babiest of otters

Oh no! Tumblr tried to hide this from me!!

Thank youuuuu! <3

[quiverpaw]

Pinecone! He’s my boy. I care for him very much.

[pommancy]

Reporting Shiosai for crimes against otters

[shopotterdeals]

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[nativehealingbears-blog]

Today's card is from the direction North. North is nighttime, Winter, dreamtime. The card is Warrior Archetype. Today whose voice are you standing up for? Today create a better world as you walk through it. #NativeHealingBears #otterwomanstanding #otterdance https://www.instagram.com/p/CCq0VJFFmHO/?igshid=paq2ioh9kzdm

[ahmarwolf]

June 2023 Fur Cons

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[labete-du-gevaudan]

“We saw what we saw, no doubt about it.”

This image supposedly features the Hornindalsvatnet Serpent, a worm-like creature that lives in a Norwegian lake of the same name. The image was taken in August of 2012. It was seen by Andreas Solvik, Finn Nyhammer, and Arvid Otterdal as they were at the lake together, two of them snapped photos on their phones. Solvik has lived beside the lake for 50 years and he claims he had never seen anything like it before. Newspapers suggest it could be an eel or a cable in the water, but the three men are adamant that they saw something alive, something new.