#quietfoot

[neonflashkat]

Nostalgia - Warrior Cats OCs

Quietfoot & Mistsong

[meowmeowuchiha]

Yknow I think Clay from Borderlands 3 is aplatonic

[burning-thistles-bt]

ShadowClan's Chapter 161 Allegiances

TigerClan

Leader

Tigerstar - Dark brown tabby tom, amber eyes (1/2)

Deputy

Blackfoot - Large white tom with jet-black paws

Apprentice: Tawnypaw

Medicine Cats

Runningnose - Small gray and white tom

Littlecloud - Small brown tabby tom, blue eyes [COPPERCLAN]

Warriors

Finchflight - Old black and white tom with a nick in his ear

Russetfur - Dark ginger she-cat

Apprentice: Cedarpaw

Boulder - Big, skinny gray tom with a torn, ragged ear, blue eyes

Rowanberry - Cream and brown she-cat, amber eyes

Apprentice: Lavenderpaw

Scorchwind - Ginger tabby tom

Darkflower - Black she-cat

Newtspeck - Black and ginger tabby she-cat

Tangleburr - Gray and brown she-cat

Stumpytail - Brown tabby tom, dark amber eyes

Wetfoot - Gray tabby tom

Brownclaw - Brown tom, orange eyes

Nightwhisper - Skinny brown tom, green eyes

Jaggedtooth - Huge, thick-furred ginger tabby tom, amber eyes

Apprentice: Rowanpaw

Rubblebelly - Pale gray tabby tom, amber eyes

Bubbles - Tortoiseshell cat, amber eyes (genderfluid; any prns) [COPPERCLAN]

Apprentices

Rowanpaw - Dark ginger she-cat

Cedarpaw - Dark gray tom

Lavenderpaw - Very pale gray tom with darker spots

Tawnypaw - Dark mottled tortoiseshell she-cat, green eyes

Wildpaw - Long-haired brown tabby tom (needs mentor)

Aspenpaw - White she-cat with orange and black patches, amber eyes (needs mentor)

Fangpaw - Spotted pale silver tabby she-cat, blue eyes (needs mentor)

Queens

Tallpoppy - Long-legged light brown tabby she-cat [COPPERCLAN]

Swampfur - White she-cat with ginger patches and a scar on her throat and a nick in her ear, green eyes [COPPERCLAN...?]

Kits

Smokekit - Black tom with darker paws and face

Snakekit - Dark brown tom with a tabby-striped tail

Elders

Poolcloud - Elderly gray and white she-cat

Archeye - Old gray tabby tom with black stripes and patchy fur

Brightflower - Very old orange tabby she-cat with a broad, flattened, grayed muzzle

CopperClan

Leader

Badgerfang - Big, fluffy black tom with white stripes and a scar on his belly, green eyes

Deputy

Dawncloud - Small pale ginger tabby she-cat, amber eyes

Apprentice: Nightpaw

Warriors

Blossomtail - White tom with a ripped off ear and scars on the side of his face, yellow eyes

Oakfur - Brown tabby tom, amber eyes

Ashheart - Pale gray she-cat, blue eyes

Flintfang - Gray tom with very thick fur on his paws

Fernshade - Slender tortoiseshell she-cat, yellow eyes

Wolfstep - Gray tabby tom with white front paws, tail-tip, and torn ear, green eyes

Quietfoot - Brown tabby she-cat

Turtlefur - Gray, brown, and white tortoiseshell she-cat, green eyes

Apprentices

Nightpaw - Sleek black she-cat, yellow eyes

[dbphantom]

[inhales] fuck it junpai-7 time

I feel apathetic instead of anxious so here’s a ~bit~ from the H2O AU. It’s a good scene with Clay and Zane (and Quietfoot). Personally, I like the bar scene too (takes place 2 scenes before this one) but the intro to that one is kinda self-indulgent and I am not a brave enough boy for that yet. Listen, I’ll be honest, I picked this scene a) because there’s like no H2O content outside a few throwaway lines and you solely borderlands folk can enjoy it without needing to understand the Deep Merfolk Lore and b) I never write fight scenes and I’m proud of it. I know how can a person write borderlands fanfics and not be comfortable writing fight scenes, I’m such a heathen.

Anyway. Context? Uhhh, this is in the past. Meant to elaborate on that one line about Clay and Zane crossing paths on a smuggling job on Junpai-7 (a water planet). I thought it’d be funny if it turned out they were on opposite sides of the job. I’m also a big fan of a one Cutlord Karuu being the resident pirate queen. Because pirates are cool and her name is kickass.

“Where the..?”

Clay blinked open his eyes at the whisper, tried to move his hands to his throbbing head, and realized he was tied up. Yup, if he wasn’t awake before, he was definitely awake now. And, apparently, sitting on the deck of his ship, tied up against the mast, with nothing but the wide expanse of Junpai’s ocean surrounding it.

Well, damn. That wasn’t good.

He pulled against the binds, but they didn’t give- weren’t even in a position to grab so he could untie them. Whoever did this knew what they were doing.

“The hell’s going on?” He snapped at the disembodied muttering, shaking his head to get the exhaustion out. He’d been drugged, and he always hated that. “Domino, you there?”

The same whirring as earlier returned and Clay finally got to see the source- a small drone hovered before him, chirping merrily and spinning in circles.

“Zoomer? Oh! He’s up!”

A figure moved into view and Clay blinked, because he recognized him. The stranger from the bar a week ago. He was still around?

“Hello again! So sorry about this, didn’t think you’d be the one I had to target. But, hey, remember, I promised- no killing!” He showed his hands, free of any weapon, and grinned.

“What the hell, man, I bought you a drink. Where’s Domino?”

“Domino? Oh, the one on the dock? He’s still there, I think. I took us out to sea so the other two couldn’t come back yet. Don’t worry, I’ll be gone soon!”

“What are you here for? It part of that contract?” Clay had a pretty good idea. The one thing every spot of trouble they’d encountered lately was after.

Zane nodded, opening the lid on a crate next to the cabin door and poking around inside. “Yeah, yeah. From a one Cutlord Karuu. Sure you’ve heard of her.”

Clay groaned, leaning his head back against the mast. “Yeah. Pirate queen. She’s been keeping an eye on our ring for ages. Whatever she wants, we don’t have it.” He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced to look at what it could be.

Quietfoot was perched up on the sails, crouched and following the man below. He held up the alien compass they were supposed to be dropping off in Mariejois and put a finger to his lips.

Clay returned his sight back to the intruder. “So, what are you looking for?”

Zane sighed. “Ah, you know, a small, little, bobbly alien thing. Points north. What’s the word?” He paused in his searching, putting the lid on the crate down and leaning on it. “Actually, it doesn’t point north. Supposed to point to a Vault Key. You know, one of those things everyone’s losing their minds over these days? I don’t get it. But the actual ones point north.”

The hitman frowned and scowled at the drone as it bobbed around the ship, mouthing something to himself.

Clay watched, confused and slightly worried he had noticed Quietfoot above them.

“COMPASS!”

Clay jumped and whispered a quiet curse. “What is wrong with you?”

“Sorry, sorry. Remembered-”

Thump.

The two stopped and looked over to see what the noise was. The Eridian compass was spiraling in a small circle, and the two watched it fall without saying a thing.

“… Huh,” Zane finally managed, and looked up at the sky. “Didn’t think I had that pow-”

Quietfoot landed on top of him, sending him to the floor, and snatched the compass back, stashing it in his digistruct pack.

“Holy-! Where did you come from?” Zane asked after he got his breath back, pushing himself up off the deck with a cough.

Quietfoot had already pulled out his shotgun, and he fired it in response.

Zane’s shield took the brunt of it, a few pellets hitting the wall behind him, and he smirked despite the breath being taken away from him again. “You don’t talk much? That’s fine, I can cover for both of us!”

He tossed out a small disc that landed at Clay’s feet, which then projected another, flashier shield.

“What the hell?” Clay demanded, struggling to get out of his binds in order to help his partner.

“Get it?” Said Zane, hands on his knees as he laughed. “’Cover’? Ah, you guys are a tough crowd.”

Quietfoot pulled the trigger again and the barrier absorbed the blast, burning pellets falling around Clay. He felt lucky he was wearing his leathers today.

Zane grabbed the barrier from midair with a button press and bolted towards the rogue, bashing him with it while the man reloaded. He dropped his shotgun and Zane kicked it away, letting it bounce off the railing of the ship and skid across the deck.

“Come on, just give it up! Don’t make me hurt you!” He got a look at the man’s bloodied nose as Quietfoot steadied himself. “Uh, more. Don’t make me hurt you more! … So sorry about that- you seem like a cool fella.”

Clay glanced down at the electronic disc at his feet, then the flashy light shield, and had an idea. He lifted up his left boot and smashed it down on the thing, watching the sparks fly. The barrier Zane held fizzled out of existence for a split second. The hitman seemed surprised, turning his head to see what was going on with his tech.

“I- hey, I just got that fixed! Quit it!”

Clay grinned. He did it again, just as Quietfoot reared back for a sucker punch to the man’s jaw. The barrier vanished moments before his fist reached Zane’s face. He staggered back from the blow, blinking rapidly and touching the blood now dripping from his split lip. “Ow! What was that for? I’m trying not to kill you!”

Quietfoot lunged for his shotgun while Zane was distracted, finishing the reload from his crouched position on the deck.

“Shite,” Zane muttered when he finally looked up, as his barrier still hadn’t returned after Clay reacquainted his foot with the projector. He pulled out another device and pressed the button on its side, and then there were two of him standing side-by-side.

Clay blinked.

Quietfoot blinked.

One of the Zanes grinned and the other one waved.

“What the…” Clay managed. “How many tricks do you have?”

“Enough,” said one, and Quietfoot pulled the trigger on him.

The deck behind him gained a nice fourteen hole pattern, with splinters to boot.

“You know,” said the other, “we don’t have to do it like this. You can just give me the compass and we’ll all go on our merry ways! I’ll even untie you, Clay,” he said, turning his head to grin at him.

Quietfoot whirled around, pointing the barrel of his gun at the talking one and keeping an eye on the other, who was studying him, just in case.

The other opened their mouth to speak and Quietfoot took no chances, quickly firing off his gun. That one stumbled back, shield audibly breaking from the hit. “… Ow!” He wheezed, doubled over from the blow to his stomach. “That’s gonna bruise tomorrow.”

Quietfoot had reloaded while Zane was lamenting over his new injury, and lifted his gun to shoot once more. The hitman looked up and suddenly- instantly- he was standing straight, glaring at the other man.

No, Clay realized. That was the clone- the dude could switch places with it. Oh, now, that was just unfair. And also explained a lot.

“That’s the double!” He warned Quietfoot, who nodded, quickly removing his finger from the trigger, and turned to face the real one. But the original was gone, having dashed off somewhere while his attacker was distracted.

“So,” came a whisper from next to Clay, taking cover behind the mast from Quietfoot’s shotgun. “What do you see in this guy? I mean, not to be rude, but he’s not very hospitable, is he? Or did I do somethin’? ‘Cause, honest, no hard feelings here- just work.”

Clay’s head whipped around to see Zane standing with his back against the mast, peering out from behind it. “What in the- how did you-? Damn it, man, if you’re going to scare me, at least let me fight back first!”

“Oh,” he sucked in a quick breath through his teeth. “No can do. I’m trying to not kill you guys, remember?” He snapped his fingers and his drone buzzed down from its place above them, settling on his shoulder with a small wiggle. “You can play dead, though! It’s like a game!”

Quietfoot had advanced on them while they were talking and Zane grinned at Clay when the man rounded the mast. “Gotta go!”

“Quit running!” Clay yelled, struggling against his binds and kicking his feet as Zane darted out onto the deck again.

“Hell no! He’s got a gun!” The Hitman laughed.

Quietfoot sighed and re-rounded the mast, entirely done with the intruder and stopping first to assess Clay’s whole situation. At the moment, Zane was no threat, just a nuisance.

“You want help?” He asked.

“Holy shite,” Zane said, popping up next to them. “He can talk? For real?”

Quietfoot shot him, but it didn’t do much since the man simply teleported away and popped back up behind him seconds later, leaning over his shoulder.

“Wow! I can’t believe you can actually talk,” Zane rambled with a grin as Quietfoot undid Clay’s binds. “Do you just not like to, or is it something I said? Because I was asking Clay earlier if it was something I said and I’m just not sure. This whole thing we’ve got going on right now is only work, you get that, right? When I’m done with my contract, we should all get a drink together. You all seem like a pretty cool group of fellas. Like your friend, Domino! I remembered. Haven’t met the other two, but they seem neat. I like your shapeshifter- I know what that’s like. Must be cool to do it on command.” He paused momentarily, brain seeming to catch up with his mouth as he blinked. “Uh, I know what the tricking people’s like. Not the- not the other thing. So, what do you say?”

Clay pulled his hands loose and rubbed his wrists with a quiet mutter of thanks, then pulled his pistol from his digistruct pack as he stood. Quietfoot readied his shotgun and the two turned to face Zane, who looked particularly dumbfounded.

“Is that a ‘no’ to the drinks?”

“Listen, man,” Clay said, pulling the hammer down on his pistol and pointing it at him as he backed up towards the railing. “You’ve got three seconds to sit down and shut up, or else things are going to get really, really bad for you. I like your style, don’t get me wrong,” he admitted, “but nobody messes with my crew. And, here’s the thing: I think I don’t want to see your brains lying on my deck, so sit the hell down while we get this ship back to port.”

“Alright,” Zane said, raising his hands above his head with a grin. He held his clone’s device in one hand, and his silver digistruct pack in the other. “You got me.”

Clay glanced down at the man’s hip, because he could have sworn his digistruct pack was black.

… It was.

That wasn’t his.

Quietfoot cursed from beside him and began reloading his shotgun, pack blatantly missing from his belt. Clay understood, then, why the man didn’t stop Quietfoot from untying him and instead decided to talk nonsense. He went to take the shot for his partner, but the stupid drone flew over and latched onto his arm, throwing off his aim.

“Kidding. I was kidding!” Zane tossed his digiclone device into his own pack and saluted them with two fingers and a grin, hopping backwards onto the railing and balancing there for a moment. “This was fun! Seriously, let’s get together later!”

“What the hell are you doing? Get off that!” Clay yelled, still struggling to get the robot off of him. “Don’t be an idiot!”

Going overboard on Junpai-7 was a death sentence- everybody who lived and worked here knew that. But the hitman? He was just some stranger from Pandora. He’d have no idea the consequences. And Clay did, admittedly, have a soft spot for the guy, despite his thievery and overly talkative personality; he wanted to make him pay a little, maybe even recruit him into the rogues when all was said and done, not watch him get brutally ripped apart by sea kings and flash whirlpools.

But Zane didn’t seem to care about what Clay said. He looked him in the eye, did a dramatic, sweeping bow, and dropped backwards with a grin and a whistle.

The bot relinquished its death grip on Clay’s arm and flung itself over the railing of their ship with reckless abandon. The clone, too, vanished after a second, as did the broken barrier disc lying forgotten on the deck beside a smattering of bullet holes.

The two rogues were left staring at the place the man was standing, until Clay broke their stupor by rushing to the railing and leaning over.

There was nothing in the black waves.

Clay had half expected them to be pink with blood, or at least see the hitman struggling to stay afloat in the brutal current, but it was like he had vanished into thin air. What, was this another one of his tricks?

“Stay alert,” Clay told Quietfoot, who nodded. “Don’t know where he went.”

“That’s just great. He better not still be on the ship- I’ll blow his damn head open. Now we’re out twenty mil and all my guns. Sorry, Clay, I should’ve untied you sooner. Might’ve been able to get the bastard at the start if we were both up and at ‘em.”

Clay shook his head. “He was a real crafty son of a bitch, don’t feel bad. ‘Sides, one of those Vault Hunting bastards was bound to be strong enough to get what they wanted eventually.” He sighed, putting his pistol away. “Domino was right, it’s probably for the best we don’t get involved in all this alien stuff. Maybe twenty mil is a small price to pay to learn that.”

“Maybe,” said Quietfoot, looking out at the water. “May-be.”

[blackstream]

Quietfoot for @yellowstonewarriors !!

let him rest

[scotchclaw]

Yellowstone's Current Star Kid, Quietfoot!!, my boy, m so happy he's the First @yellowstonewarriors

[eeldoodles]

My take on goblins. Weird little cat things. This is Rikka.

[timothylawrence]

when you finish the eden 6 arc lmk how was it because i want to know your opinion on it

Hello!!! Finally finished this arc LOL. took a while but we did it. I'll put it all under the cut !

Good stuff:

Wainwright and Hammerlock are so, so, good. It's one of the few moments in the game where you go huh, there actually was someone behind this game that genuinely loved the franchise and it's characters. You can feel the love between them while also laughing at their silly banter :,)! boyfriends who get shot together stay together :,)

Love the Saurians, they're cute!!!

Clay Borderlands I love You. Quite literally my favorite character in this arc, I love his aesthetic his style his conversation, I literally couldn't help how much I loved him. His backstory is one of those that takes a second to hit and then you're :(. my bestie clay ily

The whole planets look/aesthetic is awesome. It did feel pretty honest to southern USA (specifically Louisiana!)

I loved Clay's buddies. QuietFoot dying in front of me was so fucked up i literally said "OMG HE's ALIVE" and then he died. come on man.

Troy and Tyreen were actually funny at some points sorry. I had a few laughs. I think their banter is great.

The Vault fight was probably the funnest fight to date!!! i really enjoyed it :)!

Bad stuff:

Okay, so I really, really want to like this game, but the racism here is like. astronomical. Aurelia's entire character is a racist shitshow. It's genuinely so awful I had to stop paying attention when she spoke cus it just felt disrespectful. I know it's the writer's fault but like dear god. this is. you should get an award for fucking her character up. and then be forbidden for ever looking at nonwhite people ever again. I genuinely got so, so sad. took a few days break after meeting her (before her fight even!!!!) and just. didn't want to pick it back up 'cause her whole character is just. treated so shittily. how many woc in that game are dead or bad guys atp?? like 70%??? i can only think of Ava and Amara!!!! (fiona and sasha do not count, they're MIA. and fucking Yvette is dead + Juno is literally treated like shit by her own characters for 90% of her arc).

Although I love Eden-Six's aesthetic, fighting Jabbers and Saurians is virtually impossible WHEN EVERYTHING IS BROWN AND GREEN. There were so SO many moments in this arc where I just couldn't see enemies!!! everything is brown and green and ugh, it all blends into one another. I genuinely got so frustrated at certain points that I just had to shut my eyes.

So uh. no warning about BALEX or whatever??? i didnt think the incels in the writing room were this upfront but wow, an awful robot lady who broke up with the good guy and gets murdered? like that s really textbook. it was so uncomfortable to watch and deal with. Sure ICE-T is funny but like. at the cost of every other word that leaves his mouth being misogynistic.

The number of bugs me and my group encountered was just obnoxious. Multiple times of having to restart the whole game, restart the lobby, random crashes and shit- My PC can handle this game fine yet in certain areas the whole game just freezes!!! And starts to lag!

This is a whole game issue really but the plot holes are just plot canyons at this point. It's all so stupid and shittily weaved together. ugh it's frustrating to try and play this game with your brain on.

Again, I think the arc had some genuinely good moments. The puzzle scene with Wainwright and Hammerlock, meeting Clay- all of it was nice for a brief, two seconds. And then you are brought back into the reality that the game is just. unfortunately misogynistic, racist, and plain awful.

[mottlepaw-medcat]

a fluffy foot

for the quietfoot week for @yellowstonewarriors ! 

[asdiirt]

[ a small list of people that clay personally knew that died in bl3 : 

- 5 unnamed people in the base , 3 of whom he was close with - quietfoot , a very close friend - archimedes , his best friend since childhood - montgomery , the closest thing to a dad he ever had

[caterva]

// warrior names for the hargreeves siblings, you can’t change my mind; Luther: Boulderfang Diego: Sootclaw Alison: Speckleheart Klaus: Spidersight Five: Tinybite Ben: Smokepond Vanya: Quietfoot

[yettofindaname]

That is so cool! This kind of stuff really goes well with the goal-oriented storytelling native to DF. I did not play in a while, but when i last played the new update was about villains who further their agendas to take control of land and artifacts. This book hoarding matches it well.

A dumb suggestion: Change the name of the library to something related to you, like “quietfoot of cat” (DF-ese for Softpaw). Have fun!

I'm part of a succession fort in a Discord server I'm in and just finished up my year. It's just for Discord so I probably won't publish the footage I recorded, but that decision is subject to change. I recorded it because my memory is hot garbage and I absolutely need to review it to make my write-up. My turn was on year 2, so things hadn't gotten dangerous yet. Tragically I did lose a dwarf due to a strange mood asking for materials that I couldn't procure, but I had him entombed and memorialized immediately. (Knowing they're about to die ahead of time makes it easy to plan out a burial.)

Other than that, a forgotten beast with fire breath started rampaging in our cavern layer. Thankfully I had the foresight to set up a drawbridge gate long before it appeared so I easily sealed it off. Would have been a fortress-ending event otherwise. It's a shame that it happened before I could catch a breeding pair of crundles.

Also, the fortress has a bunch of wild horses on the loose due to an error I made in animal taming. They're not bothering anyone, but they're just... loose. Cue John Mulaney: there's a HORSE loose in the FORTRESS

[burning-thistles-bt]

Cats in the Carrionplace Battle - Chapter 166

ThunderClan (23)

Firestar, Spottedleaf, Runningwind, Darkstripe, Cherryfur, Longtail, Graystripe, Feathercloud, Dustpelt, Mousefur, Creekflower, Brackenfur, Brightheart, Cloudtail, Cliffwhisker, Thornclaw, Tulippaw, Elderpaw, Ashpaw, Fernpaw (injured), Mistlepaw, Snowpaw, Bramblepaw

WindClan (10 + 9 = 19)

First patrol: Deadfoot, Mudclaw, Tornear, Runningbrook, Pigeonflight, Airleap, Storkflower, Quailcloud, Robinpaw, Rushpaw

Second patrol: Tallstar, Larksplash, Tawnypaw, Gorseheart, Meadowslip (deceased), Sorrelshine, Whitetail, Ravenwing, Barley

CopperClan (11)

Badgerfang, Dawncloud, Nightpaw, Blossomtail, Oakfur, Ashheart, Flintfang (deceased), Fernshade, Wolfstep, Quietfoot (injured), Turtlefur

LeopardClan (9)

Leopardfur, Stonefur, Mosspelt, Reedtail (severely injured), Mistyfoot, Dawnflower, Reedwhisker, Primroseleaf, Skyheart (queen)

TigerClan (23)

Tigerstar, Blackfoot, Runningnose, Finchflight (deceased), Russetfur, Cedarpaw, Boulder, Rowanberry, Lavenderpaw, Scorchwind, Newtspeck, Tangleburr, Stumpytail, Wetfoot, Brownclaw, Nightwhisper, Jaggedtooth, Rowanpaw, Rubblebelly, Tawnypaw, Fangpaw (injured), Aspenpaw, Wildpaw (fled)

ThistleClan (19)

Thistlestar, Lightningfur, Featherpaw, Rippleclaw, Greenflower, Voleclaw, Beetlenose (deceased; off-screen), Petaldust, Mallowtail, Blackclaw, Stormpaw, Sedgecreek, Vixenleap, Loudbelly, Heavystep, Woodmask, Robinstorm, Perchwing, Pikefang (deceased)

BloodClan (30+) (fled)

Scourge, Bone, Brick, Fury, Claw, Snake, Ice, Beach, Strike, Snapper, Night, Gremlin, Scraps, Willie, Tess, Pounce, Snipe, Howl, Ash, Soot, Mack, Blizzard, Crow, Smog (deceased; off-screen), Blaze, Amber, Snake, Ricky, Pebbles (deceased; off-screen), Rocket, unnamed cats

ThunderWindLeopardCopper's numbers

Before ThunderClan's arrival: 19 (Reedwhisker left)

After ThunderClan's arrival: 42

After WindClan's first patrol: 52

After WindClan's second patrol: 63 (Reedwhisker rejoined), 60 (including deaths)

TigerThistleBlood's numbers:

Before BloodClan left: 71+

After BloodClan left: 37 (including deaths)

[burning-thistles-bt]

[burning-thistles-bt]

Rebel Leader Copperleaf time yo