#riverward

[victoria-ward420]

♡︎𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦♡︎

[fallingstarsau]

What’s dovewing like 👀

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[Image ID: An image of an AU version of Dovewing. She is an albino molly, with several scars across her pelt. Her tail has parts of fur chewed off due to stress, and has four ears. Her eyes have light blue sclera, and her irises are pale pink. Her tail is wrapped around her paws, and she has an annoyed expression. End ID.]

Very tired. She wants to be independent- which is why she first moves to Suneater’s cult family, and then the Thundercrash guild. Ivypool is overprotective and lashes out when she tries to leave, and their relationship is… very, very strained.

Oh and DoveBriar supremacy <3

[sarahmackattack]

I need to hire some *Philadelphia* artists!

I'm looking for a couple POC artist/illustrators to work with me on a science education project. The caveat is that they have to live in a River Ward district(Kenzo, Fishtown, Port Richmond, etc) because of who's funding this work. Anyone interested can email me some examples of their work (an instagram or website works) at SkypeAScientist at gmail dot com. This project will be focusing on animals that live along the NJ coast. We can offer $500 to illustrate the front of a coaster, depicting either a cownose ray or ctenophore, dealers choice.

There will be 3 designs total. The unifying design that will be on all the coasters (above) was created by @seanmartorana. These coasters will be distributed to bars throughout the river wards in the summer of 2023! The artists name or handle/logo/etc will go on the back, and we'll post about this project on social media repeatedly, always tagging the artists!

Please pass along to any Philadelphia artists. I'm going to have some other projects coming up soon that we'll need artists for too. Ideally also in the river wards but those are a little less stringent depending on funding source.

(For anyone who is not an artist, the hotline already works, feel free to play with it)

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

Ok spotty my friend…tell me the ranks! I need to know what they are what are weavers what are scouts?

Y’know what? Yes, fuck it, RANK MASTERPOST TIME!

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Universal Fealty Positions:

Orator: The guiding authority of their faction, acting as the representative and head of their cats; they have the final choice on every faction matter, and are tasked with ensuring that their community and culture are thriving, alongside with naming new wards.

Liaison: The aide who operates as the faction’s primary diplomat (ensuring that ties across the alliance stay stable, and mediate peace amongst their own cats) and an emergency military commander (ensuring that their cats are well-trained in case of threat).

Allay(s): The healer(s) of the faction who tend to the general health - both mental and physical - of all the cats under their care.

Augur: The sole force of primary, bold magic allowed within the faction, tasked with observing their surroundings to receive and interpret signs from their gods, that being primarily of divine approval or disapproval of various proposed actions.

Supporters: Fully-named members of their faction. These are cats who have decided not to pursue a path beyond supporter, or are deciding what they would like to do beyond that point. In that meantime, they offer support to the other roles of their faction, going wherever they are needed.

Guardians: Those who look after and care for the young of the faction (primarily unweaned and ill wards) and typically also take the baseline upkeep of the camp under their care.

The Fenland’s Specific Positions:

Day-Scouts: Those who primarily operate during the hours of daylight, aiding in checking hunting traps, performing routine sweeps of more dangerous sections of the territory, and the like.

Groundskeepers: Those who train specifically to overlook and protect the camp, and fight off any potential aggressors who threaten their home, while also ensuring that the camp stays clean, safe, well-decorated and kept up with.

Legionnaires: Those who train specifically in advanced stealth and combat practices, alongside how to navigate the trickier portions of their territory safely, crafting maps both mental and physical through the swamps.

Trappers: Those who weave elaborate traps to set in the marsh, while also acting as the faction’s primary hunters, able to lie still for long stretches of time to coax prey closer to their claws or traps.

Observers: Those who watch at their borders, keeping track of who (or what) has passed by, honing their bodies to stay completely still for hours on end; those who pass by quickly grow uneasy due to the feeling as though they are being watched.

The Moorswept’s Specific Positions:

Tunnelers: Those who take up meticulous training to learn how to dig out, keep up with, and navigate the elaborate system of tunnels dug out beneath the moors.

Moor-Runners: Those who learn to race across the moors in high-speed pursuit of ground birds, rabbits, and other prey of that sort; trained up solely in speed and hunting.

Keepers: Those who ensure that the two claimed camps are kept up with, clean, and safe, and generally watch over and ensure the health of the kept herds of livestock.

Strategists: Those who excel in strategy and planning- whether it be in battle, hunts, patrols, or life in general.

Couriers: Those who are especially swift and with good memory; used most often to send immediate news between the camps and various outlook points.

The Riverward’s Specific Positions:

Divers: Those who dive into the river’s depths for prey and trinkets, able to hold their breath for extended periods of time and battle against rough currents.

Weavers: Those who are able to navigate the sparse land of their territory to hunt, skimming the surface of the water through traps or other alternative means of fishing.

Minstrels: Those who can string together words as smooth as the rivers at dawn, commonly charming and often found working right alongside the historians to spice up the fealty’s past with music and showmanship.

Observers: Those who train specifically to watch the skies and map out the weather patterns, looking for the telltale signs for storms and in case of flooding; also keep an eye on the population of the river to ensure that overhunting doesn’t occur.

Artisans: Those who tend to and decorate the camp alongside grave and celebration sites, ensuring that everything is clean, pretty, and, above all, safe.

The Woodruff’s Specific Positions:

Architects: Those who take up the task of building, and supervising the building of dens, defenses, etc; they are also responsible for the general upkeep, cleanliness, and decoration of the camp as a whole.

Convoys: Those who typically take up guard duties, who must be alert at all times during their shifts; less traditional “guards” and more “watchmen” - they keep tabs on the comings and goings of their faction members, and sound the alarm should anything threatening arise.

Tacticians: Those who train religiously and excel in the art of combat, studying strategy, battle moves, and the weak points of various predators and foes; they will always make up the front lines of battle.

Pursuers: Those who train specifically (sometimes exclusively) in the art of the hunt; these cats are the most skilled hunters, with notably sharp senses and quick reflexes, and will always make up the secondary lines of battle.

Scouts: Those who are exceptionally fast, usually the first to be out in the mornings to scout out hunting spots and potential dangers early-on within the territory; commonly those who patrol most often, and primarily are found at the back lines of battles in case they need to run for reinforcements or to update the camp.

[phillygrub]

Local Holiday Shopping at Riverwards Produce

Support local, small businesses during special holiday shopping event at @Riverwards Produce on Saturday, December 10th!

Riverwards Produce Market, which has become a haven for shoppers looking to support local purveyors while stocking up for Thanksgiving and the upcoming holiday season, is hosting their Sixth Annual Holiday Shopping Event at both their Old City and Fishtown locations on Saturday, December 10th from noon to 3 p.m. Customers looking to support and shop local can show up to either location for all…

[obfuscobble]

Attention Brevard County Snail Lovers

There are absolutely breathtaking and occasionally melanistic Bulimulus Guadalupensis breeding at the DMV. There are less than gorgeous but very captivity friendly and long lived Bulimulus Sporadicus at HD Dental, some of which have patterns reminiscent of Drymaeus Dormani.

Best snailing spot is the hibiscus around the side dumpster of Chase Bank at Melbourne Mall: vigorous Praticolella Griseola who make good nursemaids, truly pedigree Zachrysia Provisora who need your home so they won't be invasive, and shockingly beautiful Drymaeus Multilineatus whose young occasionally climb the streetlights.

Polygyra Septemvola prevalent near all water sources but particularly hardy specimens live on the riverward side of the Eau Gallie library wall. They have a mix of lovely stripes near the swingset and a stripeless population nearer the dock. Richly coloured brown or ruddy ones are rare but breed with striped ones to make quite handsome offspring- though they're all extremely tiny.

Allopeas Gracile extant in many Brevard soils but do NOT do well in captivity; admire them and leave them be. All salt marsh snails (Succinaea species) should likewise be left extant.

Very Important!

Do not ignore the infinite love offered by Leidyula Floridana leatherleaf slugs. If you can find one or two, they will be your new best friends and favourite pets. Well second after the Zachrysia who will watch anime with you and eat like gentlemen. The leatherleaf slugs love cuddling but also love escaping- such rumpus escapades are part of the charm. Raised from an egg it takes a pet no prawwwblem.

[crochetturtle]

okay i never post anything but i’ve been reading tai sui and like,,,,,,, i’m feeling so many things about this (ch 140):

In the human world controlled by the spiritual mountains, she had lit herself into a flame that would never go out, prying up a rift in the impenetrable spiritual mountains. That was why the Law Breaker and the Riverward could be truly activated, why Qiu Sha could become an ascended spirit, why Tao County could become a place where spiritual energy was prohibited. 

That was why a hole could open in the fine meshes of the net of heaven. 

She was…the wedge stuck in the crack, the person who had opened up an opportunity to live, the person who could never be saved. 

and it’s just,,,,,,, i cannot explain what im feeling but if you’ve read orv this is it. this is kim dokja. this is the original dream. this is everything to me. this means everything to me. hui xiangjun means everything to me.

im so excited i need to keep reading i just. this moment was everything.

[cyberpunkren]

Blood & Wires

Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077

Pairing: Ren x RiverWard

Raiting: explicit

Summary: Amidst thrilling bounty hunting missions and perilous confrontations, Ren and River discover that, despite their differences, they share a common commitment: unmasking the mega-corporation and restoring justice in Night City. But as they delve deeper into the depths of the conspiracy, they also find a connection that goes beyond friendship and professional collaboration.

In the heart of betrayal and danger, love blooms in this tale of action, intrigue, and romance in a cyberpunk world filled with bright lights and dark shadows. As Ren and River fight together against ruthless foes and deadly conspiracies, they also fight for a love that defies all odds.

Author notes: this is going to be a long series so... im ready for it because I haven't seen a lot of stories of River and im obsessed!!! This is a brief summary of what's to come. Hope you all enjoy it

PART II

This is the chapter II of the series I'm doing, hope you enjoy it!!!

Ren's path

Ren's alarm clock jolts her from her slumber at the crack of dawn. 

"Good morning, Heywood," Ren murmurs silently as the city that never sleeps greets her with its endless car honks and the constant waft of filth that haunts the city. Ren had a childhood marked by tragedy on the streets of Night City. When she was just a child, a ruthless cyberphycho killed her parents in a senseless act of violence. This tragic event left Ren orphaned and traumatized, struggling to survive in the shadows of an unforgiving city. 

After the tragedy, Ren was taken in by the Heywood district, which became a kind of maternal figure to her. The people of the district rallied to care for the orphaned girl, providing her with support and protection in the midst of Night City's cruelty. Although the city could be a dangerous place, Heywood offered her a refuge and the opportunity to grow up in a safer environment. 

Throughout her childhood, Ren developed a strong will and unwavering determination to face the challenges presented by the city. The loss of her parents and her experiences on the streets shaped her character and drove her to become the brave and determined bounty hunter she is today.

 As always, her routine begins with a rigorous morning workout. Hand-to hand combat and target practice keep her peak in condition. After a refreshing shower, Ren dons her hunting suit and prepares to head out into the streets of the Night City. 

As she rushes down the apartment building's stairs, she decides to make a quick stop at the neighborhood cafe, where she often runs with her friend Max. Max, a skilled hacker, has been her friend for years, and although Ren is unaware, he secretly harbors deeper feelings for her. 

Ren enters the cafe and finds Max at his usual table, surrounded by electronic devices and cables. He looks up and smiles when he sees her walk by in. "Does Nigh City's bravest bounty hunter need her morning caffeine fix?" Max quips as he gestures to an empty chair across from him. 

"Wel, you know I can't start the day with a decent cup of coffee," Ren replies with a smile. As they enjoy their drinks, they discuss her upcoming mission, and Max offers some technological advice that might come in handy. As they chat, Max can't help but feel a mix of admiration and unrequited love for Ren, emotions he carefully keeps hidden. Knowing the past of Ren. 

After bidding Max goodbye, Ren readies herself to face the day's challenges and head to the underground bar where her next bounty awaits. The city never stops, and Ren knows it better than anyone. 

The underground bar, known as "The Neon Shadow", is a clandestine meeting place where hackers and criminals rub shoulders in search of valuable information and secret deals. Ren meticulously prepares for the mission. 

Before entering the bar, Ren syncs up with Max. 

"Are you there already?" 

"Yes, Max, I'm starting to smell the stink of poorly places chrome in these sons of bitches'flesh," Ren's murmurs as she scans the crowd in the underground bar, her cybernetic eye discreetly analyzing people for clues. 

"Be careful this time. I don't want to pick you up again by your pretty hair to take you to see Viktor," Max responds, concerned in his voice. 

"I don't think Viktor has had time for me lately. He's too busy with another patient," Ren sighs. "I should go check on them. Misty must be devastated by the loss of Jackie. I didn't know him well, but I know he was one of the best Valentinos. Have you heard the news about what happened? I don't know how they got themselves into that mess."

"And I hope you never find out or you'll end up like them," Max warns. "I don't know how his chum survived. People say he's turned into a cyberphycho"

"Well, I'm going in," Ren concludes as she is prepared to confront Arachnid and the uncertainty that looms over the mission. 

As she scans her surroundings, Ren notices an individual who seams unusually nervous and avoids eye contact. This could be Arachnid. She discreetly scans him and confirms his identity. 

"Max? Confirmation?" Ren asks happily knowing this man was scared to death. 

"Bingo" 

"Why is it that the ones with the toughest nickname turn out to be the most terrified, Max?" Ren whispers through the holographic device. 

"I don't know, all I know is that lately, you've been way too lucky. I swear, I sense something bad, like in those old space war movies."

"Max, it's Star Wars please! A little more retro culture. And yes, I also have a feeling that something bad is looming over us, chum, karma can't be that good to us, or that's what Misty says. But as long as we enjoy this mediocre place and make some eddies."

As Ren and Max exchange these words, Ren can't shake the feeling of impending danger. The dimly lit bar, filled with shady characters and the buzz of clandestine deals, only adds to the tension in the air. Ren takes another sip of her drink, her eyes constantly scanning the room, alert for any sign of trouble. 

Meanwhile, Max, back at their safe virtual hideout, keeps an eye on the bar through the security cameras, ready to assist Ren if things take a turn of the worse. He knows that Ren's instinct is usually spot on, and he's prepared to act swiftly to help her in any way he can. 

Max is a tall, lean man in his late 20s with a hacker's signature edgy style. He has shaggy dark hair that falls messily over his forehead, partially obscuring his sharp, intelligent eyes. His pale complexion is a testament to countless hours he spends in front of computer screens. Max often sports a black leather jacket adorned with various cyberpunk-inspired patches and a t-shirt featuring obscure references to old-school pop culture. 

A pair of stylish augmented sunglasses, which he often pushes back onto his forehead, adds to his mysterious and slightly rebellious appearance. Max's fingers are agile and nimble, well-suited for intricate keyboard work. He's always seen with a holographic device, constantly fiddling with it to access information, communicate with Ren, or hack into systems. 

Max's personality is a blend of tech-savvy brilliance and a quirky sense of humor. He's fiercely loyal to Ren and would go to great lengths to protect her.  Despite the dangers of Night City, Max maintains a cool and composed demeanor, but there's a deep sense of concern for Ren beneath the surface.

Ren positions herself next to the bar in the filthy and repugnant bar to speak quietly, without drawing attention with Arachnid. A few words could be enough to apprehend him without any problems, as he was alone according to Max's observations on the security cameras.

"Arachnid, do you think you can escape this? You're surrounded, and there's no way out."

"Oh, Ren, you've always been the tireless hunter, haven't you?"

"Oh, what a surprise, how do you even know my precious name?" 

"Of course I know it, how can't I know one of the legends of Hellwood? Ren the bounty hunter, even though that's not your real name..."

"For you and all this scumbag yes, It's Ren, nothing more and nothing less, just Ren. And now with the deal..."

"Let me tell you, you don't know who you're dealing with. I have influential friends in dark places."

"Your threats don't impress me, Arachnid. You've committed crimes, and you'll pay for them. There's no escape."

"You know something, Ren? You might be right, that there's no escape. But that doesn't mean I'm the only one with secrets to hide."

 "Speak, Arachnid. You don't have much time."

"Maybe you're right, maybe not. But there's something you should know before I hand you over. Night City is about to change forever, and not in the way you imagine."

"What are you insinuating, Arachnid? Speak plainly."

"You'll find out soon. I can't reveal more. But keep in mind that nothing is as it seems in this city."

Suddenly, a police patrol surrounds the place, and all the scum in the bar flee for their lives. Of course, everyone had a record, not even the bartender was clean. In cases like this, the NCPD doesn't get involved; they know how dangerous these people can be, especially cyberpsychos, and it wasn't a good night to call Max Tag, they were a pain in the ass, even for the NCPD.

"This is the end of the road, but I might come to visit you in prison and maybe bring you some flowers,"

Arachnid, though with a defiant expression, knows he's cornered. The police surround Arachnid, handcuff him, and proceed to take him into custody.

"Thank you, Ren, you should work with us more. You're really good at this, chum," says Watson, Ren's partner who gives her the toughest cases of the police.

"You're welcome, chum, but you know I don't get along with the NCPD. Too much corruption, even more than in this dive of a place."

"Not all of us are like that, Ren, you know it."

"I only do it for the eddies, Watson, and because I don't let down my lifelong chums."

"Goodbye, Ren, and thanks again. They'll transfer everything to you tomorrow without fail."

Ren nods and watches as Arachnid is escorted out of the bar. As they take him away, Arachnid glares at Ren with resentment and unfulfilled promises.

Ren observes the scene with determination, knowing she has fulfilled her duty. As the police move away with Arachnid, Max approaches Ren.

"As always, a job well done, chum."

"Yes, Max, but I can't help but think about what Arachnid  mentioned earlier. Night City is on the brink of change, and we don't know in which direction."

After the mission, Ren and Max find themselves outside the underground bar, where the night in Night City is still alive. Max looks at Ren with concern in his digital eyes.

"Ren, would you like to grab a drink? We could celebrate another job well done."

"Not today, Max. Today is the day when everything happened." sights deeply

Max nods, understanding the reference to the tragic loss of her husband.

"I understand, Ren. If you need anything, I'm here."

Ren bids farewell to Max and walks away from the bar, lost in her thoughts. As she strolls through the illuminated streets of Night City, she takes a small photo of her husband from her pocket. She gazes at the image with nostalgia and affection, reminiscing about the happy times they shared.

[nightly-ruse]

Loosestrife / Monstera / “Purrheale”Monsteramumble

Allay of the Riverward Faction (as of: the start of A Dream of Destiny)

A tall, fluffy, and round cat with mostly cream fur, golden and gray spots in some places. Her fur is wavy is sort of crinkly with European golden-plover feathers sprouting from her fur, and small wings on her back/paws. Her paws are rather large.

Wears forget me-not petals scattered on her chest fur; willow leaves tied around her tail, hanging out of her bag, and connected to her twine bracelet. Her allay bag is fastened to her back legs made of elephant leaf held closed with two twigs that cross to make a X, willow leaves hang out of the bag and twine hangs under it with Iris petals connected to the twine. A woven circlet hangs on her head, leaves sprouting from the twigs.

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Adopted kit of Crescendobelly. Adopted littermate of Gagglesnap. Auncle of Meadowsweet, Woundwort, and Bedstraw.

Trained by Cressfur.

16 moons old (equivalent to a 19/20 year old)

Overthinking, Protective, Creative | INTP

Genderfluid Charlie // AroAce // (She/Her/It)

Rainbow - Dodie

Name implies a shy, large cat with a quiet voice.

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My own take on a @oldfacesnewdawnoffical oc! Actually really love her and making all the accessories was really fun. If you haven’t go check out Spotty’s sick ass world seriously it’s so cool. Monstera actually has Riverward blood but her bio parent didn’t want to claim her so a lil deal was made with her momma Crescendo to adopt the ‘foundling’ with her own kitten. If she didn’t have such a interest in healing and plants she 100% would’ve been a Observer. Absolutely loves her siblings kittens always bringing them things she finds, making them toys, and telling them stories or tales she’s gotten from her momma. She’ll even sing to them though becomes incredibly embarrassed if any other cat hears her songs.

[nogoodwitches]

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ @hollowedchest

"the feeling's mutual." as if cathryn would ever let ace have that satisfaction. she should thank him, but she didn't need for him to save her. the man had a knife to her neck and felt nothing at the sight of it.

except for annoyance. a feeling that's still persisting.

she stepped over the body, coming face to face with ace. "i don't ever plan on letting you kill me, or your family from riverward. so don't hold your breath."

[victoria-ward420]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

River,

I don’t even know where to start. There’s this ache in me—one I’ve spent my whole life trying to bury. I thought I could drown it, burn it, cut it out, but nothing ever worked. I was used to the darkness, used to the emptiness. I thought that was all life had for me, that I was nothing more than what this city and the world made me into. And then…then you walked in and shattered all those walls.

I still don’t know what you saw in me that night outside the Afterlife, when I swung at you like a madwoman. I was chaos, a bomb just waiting to go off, and you looked at me like I was something worth holding on to. You took one look and didn’t turn away, didn’t see a monster or a mess, but just…me. You saw me, River, even when I tried so damn hard to keep you out.

There’s no one else in this world who makes me feel the way you do. You make me want to be better, to be more than my scars and the blood on my hands. You don’t look at me with pity or fear—you just see me, raw and ruined as I am, and you love me anyway. You’ve held me when I was broken, patched me up when I didn’t deserve it, and kept me steady when my own mind was pulling me apart.

Some nights, when it’s quiet, I lie there watching you sleep, and it scares me how much I need you. You’re my anchor in this crazy city, the reason I’m still here, still fighting. You’re the only calm I’ve ever known, the only home I’ve ever wanted. You’re my heart, my love, my weakness and my strength all wrapped up in one damn perfect mess of a man.

I know I’m hard to love, and I know I’ve dragged you through more than anyone should have to take. But you’re still here, still by my side, and that’s everything to me. I may never be able to say the words the way you deserve to hear them, but I hope you feel it when I look at you, when I reach for you in the dead of night, when I cling to you like you’re the only thing keeping me alive.

You’re the one thing in this world I’d never give up. My River, my calm in the storm, my everything. I love you in a way I can’t even put into words—it’s fierce and violent and soft and broken, all at once. But it’s yours. Every part of me that’s left, everything I am, it’s all yours.

Forever,

V

[fallingstarsau]

Roles of the Alliance:

Luminary: The leader of the Guild. The cat that makes the final decisions, and are “blessed” with nine lives from the stars.

The Star-Speaker(s): Cats that commune with the stars, Seuline’s servants, the cats that bless kittens and warrior blades.

The Herbalist(s): Cats that heal wounds, both mental and physical.

The Council: A group of cats in high power that act as the Luminary’s paws, claws, and eyes. The enforcers, the influential warriors. They debate the Guilds issues before presenting them to the Luminary.

The Heir: The cat in line to become the next Luminary.

The Crafting Head: The cat that oversees all the crafting in the Guild of baskets, jewelry, nests, buildings, and the like.

The Hunting Head: The cat that sends out the warriors to stake out large prey, makes traps for food, and spearheads the Hog Hunts.

The Head Cook: The cat that keeps track of food, sources of it, and the Cook-Den(Kitchen)

The Keeper: The main cat that makes sure the Bastion is clean, and keeps track of the kittens.

Warriors: The everycats of the Guilds, who patrol the territory, and hunt for prey.

Crafters: The cats that craft baskets, jewelry, nests, buildings, and the like.

Cooks: Cats that prepare food for eating, and preserve food for the hard seasons.

Monarchs: Cats that watch, teach, and care for kittens.

Apprentices: Cats that are training to be in one of the above roles. 6 to 12 moons old.

Kittens: The baby cats that are too young to be trained.

Elders: Retired cats that tell stories to the younger cats.

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Guild specific roles:

The Thundercrash:

Herb Keepers: Cats that tend to gardens of plants, herbs, mushrooms, etc.

The Riverward:

Star Callers: Cats that tell the stories of the stars and decorate the Star Caves.

The Windswept:

Herders: Cats that keep track of the Moorswept herd of rams.

Falconers: Cats that care for the Windswept’s falcons, raising chicks and keeping track of the nests.

The Marshcallers:

Pickers: Cats that seek out edible mushrooms, for food and healing.

[lostinthewoods1991]

We are a lonely, secluded tribe.

Far from the madding crowd,

we speak a language that people who live

in the outskirts of their own selves

may not fully understand.

They look at our blood-stained hands,

feet and faces in disgust,

but how can we look any different

when we've built our homes

on the banks of our blood,

a river that floods throughout the year?

There are treasures we pick from the riverbed

even when it threatens to drown us.

There are trees that stretch their roots riverward

and fruits that burst with the taste of blood.

We have our own offerings for the world

and this is how we sustain ourselves,

worshipping the river that's as old as we are,

listening to the gongs in our hearts

like they're calls for prayers.

The words in our language imitate

the sounds of our river

and you call it crude and uncivilized.

"You, the ones who live from your heart

are not fit for our world", you say.

And yet, there's something you cannot deny.

That you are allured

by our knowledge of the heart

like it's an ancient magic that exists to heal you.

You think we deserve to be lonely,

our ways of existence, loud, biting and raw.

But, are we so different from you?

Don't you see how the parts of you

that have become oppressors to us

are oppressing you too?

You and us, we speak different languages

and we worship different things

but are you telling us

your heart never calls out to you?

For all of you who have been told you are "too sensitive", "too emotional", "too intense", "too impractical" and just "too much" in general. We too have a place in this world. We do.

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

The Fourtrees Fealty

An amassment of predominantly mindful cats who claim the Fortress Valley - a lush, fertile space surrounded by a barren wasteland of stone. While technically one entity, the fealty is split into four factions to spread and occupy as much space as possible, ensuring that no one threatens the safety of their continued existence and the preservation of their individual cultures.

The Fealty Factions

The Fenland Faction

The Moorswept Faction

The Riverward Faction

The Woodruff Faction

The Laws of the Fealty

Universal Fealty Law

The Allay Principles

The Code of History

The Code of Honors

Leadership Gallantry

Nursing Rights

Fealty Naming Mechanics

Fenland Prefixes

Moorswept Prefixes

Riverward Prefixes

Woodruff Prefixes

Fealty Suffixes

Forbidden Prefixes + Suffixes

See Also: The #prefix tag!

Fealty Faith

The Star Guide

The Founder of the Fenland

The Founder of the Moorswept

The Founder of the Riverward

The Founder of the Woodruff

The First Augur

The Mother

The Knowledgeable One

The First Allay

The Founder of the Skydrop

A Bit of a Deeper Look Into the Founders

BONUS:

A Deeper Look into the Ranks of each Faction

Age Guide

The Fealty’s Afterlife

[seonkun]

Side story of the Lovers Ending!!

It is a story on River's and Judy's POV when they attended V's big day.

You can read it on : archiveofourown.org/works/46048567….

Hope you guys like it.

#judyalvarez #riverward #Cyberpunk2077 #fanfic