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[adgerelli]

fellas is it gay to be a she-cat snuggling another she-cat in the cold

these are OC’s, Hawknose (WC) & Rosecreek (RC)


Rosecreek - @her-emmajesty

[minuecharm]

Commission me on ko-fi for top priority and sent to your email

[shuxichi]

It’s the giant femme lesbian, Rosecreek herself who i still havent used h from @trialofthestars ! I’m hoping to use her soon,,,

[cicadagaze]

behold! more sparklecats!

some info on them under the cut :]

Inkstreak is a HauntClan warrior, and currently the youngest (at only a little over a year old)! he's a bit quiet, but he's a fantastic hunter. they also have pretty big dreams and they hope they'll be important enough to have their skull kept after they die (that's a HauntClan thing. yeah, they're disturbing like that)

Frogpurr is one of the HauntClan elders, they're around 11 years old. they're pretty frail, have failing vision and hearing, and they're also often physically ill, but somehow they're still kickin! she's a very beloved clan member, and she's just everyone's parent tbh. they're the actual parent of Acidbite tho!

Fawnsky is one of MythClan's menders! he's the oldest mender (there's currently two menders and one mender apprentice), and he's around 10 and a half years old. he was originally a warrior apprentice, but when the whole Parsleymoon shit went down and MythClan was left without a mender, he decided to switch over to become the next mender. he used to be very energetic, but in his old age, he's definitely slowed down a lot. now he spends most of his time teasing younger cats

Cloudrush is one of VeilClan's menders, and he's probably the oldest cat in all the clans at almost 14 years old. he was Parsleymoon's bestie, and still misses him dearly :( after the whole Parsleymoon shit went down, he's actually the one who trained up Fawnsky to be the next mender! despite his age, he's still doing pretty well, albeit losing some of his hearing. and half blind, but that was due to injury, not due to age. I love this man to death <3

Rosecreek is MythClan's current deputy! she's around 4 years and is Poisonsoul's second deputy. she's the quiet and regal type, but she's very good at her job and she's not afraid to put cats in their place if she has to. her back leg was born twisted like that, and she cannot put weight on it at all. but it never stopped her from achieving her goals, and she will definitely be the next leader :]

Shiverpaw and Frostpaw are VeilClan apprentices, both about 7 moons. they're siblings, and were born to two kittypets, tho one of their parents was actually a former VeilClan warrior!

Frostpaw pretty quickly decided that they did Not like the kittypet life, and so they ran off to go join their one parent's former clan. they're quick-tempered but eager to learn, tho they really hate their mentor, Iriswillow </3 it's they/them on they/them violence. Frostpaw just thinks Iriswillow is too chill. their warrior name will be Frostsnarl!

Shiverpaw honestly is terrified outside of the comfort of her former home, but she wanted to stay with Frostpaw, hence, she followed them. she's a bit of a crybaby and not very good at fighting, but she's proven to be pretty decent at hunting! clan life is definitely not easy for her, but she refuses to leave her sibling, so she won't leave. despite Frostpaw's attitude, the two are actually very close! her warrior name will be Shiversight!

Drizzlemoon is a RuneClan queen, and Moonkit, Shadekit and Ripplekit are her kits. she's around 2 years and this is her second litter. she's a very sweet lady who treats all kits like they're her own. she'll likely be like Ferncloud and have a lot of litters because she just really loves raising kits. I imagine eventually she'll just decide to stay in the nursery as a permanent queen.

as mentioned, Moonkit is one of Drizzlemoon's kits, she and her brothers are all almost 3 moons old. she's the most energetic and is always tackling her brothers or otherwise getting into trouble. she's a kit you can't really take your eyes off of because she can and Will cause mischief. she was named after her mom because of how similar they look, and her warrior name will either be Moonpounce or Moonsplash!

Shadekit is probably the second most energetic, but mostly in his curiosity and impulsive nature. he loves running around camp and exploring and he's probably the most impatient to become a warrior. him and Ripplekit are VERY close. he unfortunately does not make it to a warrior, and dies as an apprentice :( but I think his warrior name probably would've been Shadestorm or Shadewing

Ripplekit is the calmest of the three, and he really only runs around to follow Shadekit. whatever Shadekit does, he does too. he's got big dreams, but at the same time, he's not so sure about growing up. him and Shadekit probably visit the elders a lot to listen to stories. he's also a HUGE mama's boy and loves her very, very much. if I were to write some books on these Clans, Ripplekit would be one of the protagonists! his warrior name will be Rippleshade, after his brother

[art-disaster]

Superbloomin in my backyard #dailyhikes #dailywalks #rosecreek #wildflowers #citypark #publiclands (at Marian Bear Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwNfoxDl6Ws/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lnfqm6a5k5aj

[rosecreeksashes]

Xavier Diego Monitgo Vasquez

“Well, that's the way it had to be I grew up at the count of three Got no reason to repent They say a man is born to kill He learns his trade it becomes a thrill That's what they did to me then”

-- Massacre of El Kuroke by The Dead South

[emalineart]

My warrior kitty Rosecreek :3

She's a RiverClan cat, and she raises her sisters kits when she dies in childbirth. Rosecreek has a girlfriend in WindClan and they do everything they can to respect the warrior code first and love each other second, it's a tough life for a little furball but she's even tougher <3

[bgpportfolio]

“Abandoned Apartments Between a Church and Graveyard”

Note: I wrote this piece a while ago when I was still in school. It is a cross between poetry and prose that is also somewhere between fiction and nonfiction. Although it didn’t get great reception from my peers, looking back on it I still like it. It could definitely use a round of edits before it is complete but maybe it will find a home here >> 

“Day or night I’d walk Rosecreek to a crossroad beneath the Baptist Church, above the development on a hill overlooking cow pastures and the old pew — a half-rotten shack forgotten by the side of the road — sat on the porch by an old iron bell (except on Sundays and Wednesdays during service), remembered a roar heard behind the oak and pine forest up the semi-gravel dirt road. Curled the hill, hid in the dense forest a graveyard surrounded by abandoned buildings. The surnames on the tombstones the same as those of the people that lived on my street: Williams, Miller, and Brown. Bodies forgotten. Once there was a woman who parked her car in the round-about for an hour, as she grieved behind tinted glass. Peered  inside the window of the apartments and noticed blocky television sets beneath mass-produced pictures of the beach. Beds covered carefully hadn’t been slept in for years. Dust and mildew on the windows condensed into thick layers of grime difficult to see through. Tried every door. Found one unlocked in the bottom floor of one of a building, carved the earth beside the graves. Pushed open the heavy door and three reflections peeked through narrow slits with flashlights, stumbled upon a carnival fun-house with mirrors decorated on each wall. Fitness center? Laid bare like an empty storage unit. Smelled like a closed-off crawlspace — rank and unoccupied tomb — where I lit candles and played the seer. Spirits spoke and danced within reflective frames, disappeared when the door opened. Log steps led to a grove beneath the apartments, so overgrown with holly bushes and ivy that no perennials pruned by forgotten gardeners could bloom that year. On the slope, a small, half-rusted bulldozer with a flat tire poised on the embankment, the bucket filled with saplings of trees it used to eat. Entered a circle of stones that laced inward from three points like a spiral or maze, doubled on itself to make rows for flowers and plants. They must have died. Ivy embraced the stonework and wove to the center of the garden and an angel ready to take flight from a pedestal chiseled of gray marble. Her stone, weathered by the elements, had been cracked and filled with lichens crusty and rust-like except for the single, thin line of oak moss that ran from her eye like a salt-water tear. Before I arrived, her name may have been inscribed on the pedestal — but only worn rock and moss like algae adhered to the hull of a ship. In her hand was a book, could have been the Bible, but this had eroded as well. When the full moon reached beams of soft light into the grove, the trees obscured most of it except for a pool that radiated from the nameless angel like a dying spotlight. Once I heard a whistle from beyond the garden. The tune twisted through the oaks and pines from a shadow between the trees, quiet like a breeze through frail gold and orange leaves. Entranced by the sound — melodious music of the fey — but the statue bound me so that I would not leave the stones. Her silence sweeter than the whistle past the spiral garden. Slept there until dawn when the dew and rising sun woke me from my slumber among the ivy.”

[nerdygirlsthings-blog]

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[genyatrade]

Rosecreek Chardonnay 2017

Friss, üde chardonnay Dél-nyugat Ausztráliából. A Lidlben tök jó bort vásárolni, rendre ilyenekre bukkan az ember. Mindössze egy ezres, és nagyon kellemes bor. Közepes citrom színű, enyhén bubis, kellemesen mézes, citrusos, enyhén olajos magvakra emlékeztető az illata. Közepes savak és alkohol, jó test, harmonikus. Pannónia sajttal és almával lökjük. Érdemes megvenni!

[bgpportfolio]

Legend of Rosecreek Road

Decided to publish another one of my poems. You can find this poem, and all of my other works, on my Wordpress. 

"Legend of Rosecreek Road”

By Brett G. Palmer

Legends told of a Rosecreek Rd.

thirteen miles outside a small town,

so few homes occupied by so few souls

out this far — not even a sound

two boys, were said, evoked the dead

at a crossroads beneath the Church — 

resurrected white chalk circle 

on the asphalt, there past a hearst, 

and climbed from the ditch without repent

said prayers proclaimed to God

and never stopped to think about 

the snowfall, and of it, how odd

what was once a breath refused to rest,

flurries fell down, they flowed, 

like punctuated white rivers ran

up to the earth from spirits below

now they say, and believe who you may,

that “the boys came apart at the seams — ” 

but the children relay a roar, like a wave,

from the woods (from something unseen)

they ran through the snow convinced to get home

stumbled in their maze of dead trees,

but as they grew cold, frost-chilled and alone,

they fell down, their bodies — dead leaves.