#pigeontail

[janadog]

Pigeontail reference

[goblinschild]

Young man at heart 💛

[bataillefangirlaccount]

“...the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained weddingveil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust..”

Blood Meridian - Cormac McCarthy

[donora-ann]

As inconsequential as I am, as we all are, in the scheme, my two favorites from Cormac (aside from the “small fires” from where my right wrist tattoo comes):

This passage from Blood Meridian, which as I embark on the inspired path to write an ultraviolent western I hope remains essentially, elementally unfilmable:

“A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools”;

and “And then I woke up” from No Country for Old Men, for my husband’s father, and for my father, forever.

[we-rate-warrior-names]

Could you rate my OC names pls? ^^ Pigeontail (m), Patchstripe (f), Mousecry (f) and Heronthorn (f)

Pigeontail- A cheerful and often clumsy tom. His clumsiness makes it hard for him to use conventional techniques for hunting and battle so he uses his own that he came up with, and they’re impressive enough for his clanmates to ask for lessons, a request he always happily helps with, 13/10

Patchstripe - A devoted warrior who is fiercely loyal to her kin and clan mates. You can often find her practicing techniques out in the forest, apprentices sometimes try and spy on her but she always hears them, she will coax them out of the shadows and offer them a lesson with her instead, 14/10

Mousecry - Although this tiny she cat has a quiet voice, she makes sure it is heard. She often will take center stage in clan meetings and even gatherings to voice her opinions, she has a strong moral code and will do everything in her power to avoid the suffering of others, even if it means directly standing up to clan leaders themselves, 15/10

Heronthorn - Her tall and slim appearance might fool some into thinking she is much more fast than she is strong. In reality she is a strong and deadly fighter that can easily overpower the most well muscled of foes, her quick and precise movements add to her strength to make her a force to be reckoned with. She’s a loyal and witty warrior, always ready with a playful comeback, and often friendly as long as you aren’t her enemy, 15/10

[northern-horizon-deactivate-blog]

As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn

We settle down to cut ourselves apart

[scythe-wolf]

Medicine pals - A tired Patchstripe and her lorge, snuggly ace/aro dad

[mallowmask]

Also it is tough as heck to come up with "standard" names that aren't already being used or aren't super *aesthetic* which I am guilty of doing, like I end up with names like "Glowfeather" and "Halfshade" but heaven forbid I try to make something that starts with "Pigeon" that doesn't end in "wing" or "feather"

[moved28474729229]

i love hearing about apprentices so: 🐱 🌧️ ⛄ robinpaw, 💬 🛏️ 🏙️ pigeonpaw?

robinpaw

🐱: Do they have any scars?

robinpaw does not have any scars! she’s without a single hair out of place. she also has a unique coat pattern that you wouldn’t commonly see in the wild. it’s obvious at first glance that she’s kittypet, or was at some point.

🌧️: What’s their favorite weather?

as long as it’s not storming, it’s good.

⛄: What’s their favorite season?

she likes spring/newleaf the most!

pigeonpaw

🛏️: Where do they prefer to sleep?

he prefers his nest next to his sister’s and stormpaw’s. he usually sleeps in between them except for when his sister gets kicky. in this case, he’ll move to the other side of stormpaw and use him as a shield.

💬: Who do they share tongues with the most?

he shares tongues (this basically means gossip for anyone who doesn’t know) with stormpaw and his sister the most often!

🏙️: How do they view the other clans?

when they’re apprentices there aren’t any other clans. when they’re older, there are. pigeontail mostly feels sad and concerned when he thinks about them, because they’re filled with friends and family.

[janadog]

Meadowclan allegiances part 1

[goblinschild]

When your beside manner is no good get your apprentice to break the bad news

[rainheartrivercat]

Heyy saw ur hypokits posts, if theyre still open maybe some pinestar x goosefeather 👀

ohhhh shit its pigeonkit!! they sort of keep to themself and grow up to be Pigeontail, an average warrior that absolutely doesnt get murdered by his half-sibling Tigerclaw.

[xenosaurus]

When you said you have characters who could be referred as "That Pigeon Guy" my thought was more Dovetail than anyone else lmao

That sounds like something they'd call him in the press as some kind of insult and Laura cries laughing about it and then all the girls refuse to call him anything but "pigeontail" for two weeks, thank you for this gift

[firedrake]

pigeontail and robinheart

[scythe-wolf]

Concept: A medicine cat with Pure OCD who has a lot of nightmares and is unable to tell which are prophecies and which are intrusive thoughts

[cinaed]

“I Find Myself Defending Pigeons” by Keith S. Wilson

I love how you never find their bodies, how they never rest their eyes. I love how their breasts are comforters unfolding by their breath. I love that pigeons live in the city, that underestimation never stopped a pigeon from unlatching itself or being old. I want them all unspooling in the air, and bridges that are half sigh and half pigeon. I want to harbor their coo and utilize it for energy. I want to learn to use them the way they want to be used. I want to pigeontail into a quiet night, to let their oddness sit in our hands. You can never know a language until you quiet your own. I want people to write about them. Their leaving ships for land, or standing on their own on a marble statue in the shimmer of a field. I want to talk about the term rock dove, argue over whether or not it's imperialist. I want the media to implicate us in the pigeon problem, for a couple to sit with their asparagus and kids and realize none of this is far from them, whatever we think. I want oils and watercolors and inks. I want still life with pigeons, since not a one has ever been portrayed with a soul: a flight of them around old bread. And how they're all the same. How all the world is here with them in hate, since they are rats adorned with angel wings, and the children down the street are free to chase their drag: they want to see a pigeon's rouge entirely. Let the pigeon have her pigment. Consider the pigeon's brown and green and everything, the brandishing of his nakedness to the sun, as if nothing is absolute. I love the pigeons' shoulders, tongues, and wedding nights. I love the pigeon's place in history, their obsession with living in the letters of our signs. I love their minds, or what I've come to believe is their theology. Who knows? Let the pigeons speak. Ask the closest pigeon for his number, for her middle name, if they are ready to die, if the sky gets crowded enough to consider war, if their stores are closed on Sundays. I want to be ready for them to be just like us, but more ready for them to be completely different. I don't want to waste any time tracing a pigeon's god to Abraham. I want to get started. Some of us feed pigeons. I love, sometimes, our care. I love, I think, the park bench. I love apples, but I do not love pears. The weather. I love the pigeons, the revolution of wheel to sky. I love the newspaper graying in a different air.