#shadowberry

[clangen-mishaps]

Year one End.

At least we have only had one death, and I almost forgot about zoe.

He is living the comfy kitty pet life. You go, Zoe.

The clan at the start compared to now. Our growth is...not great. But i'm hopeful!

[hermitcatting]

who let their designer cat out? someone get him back inside

[booksofstars]

Peregrinepaw. I just need more Info on little Peregrinepaw.

Are Elderberry and Nettleglide good parents?

How's Shadowfang like as a mentor? How was Sunheart?

Was it specifically Peregrinepaw's choice to become a hunter or how does the system work in general wrt to how apprentices are assigned?

What's her favorite prey to hunt or to eat?

Can I give her a kissie on her little head?

Are Elderberry and Nettleglide good parents?

yes! they have the dynamic ivyfern were supposed to have. since pere is their only kit, they are able to pour a lot of their time into making sure she grows to be a well adjusted cat. being mentors to her friends, it makes them “your friends cool parents”.

What is Shadowberry like as a mentor?

shadowberry…tries her hardest. shes loud and friendly and boisterous, but shes pretty young and nowhere near as experienced as sunheart was. shes excellent with peregrinepaw emotionally though, especially in helping her cope with grief. ravenstripe, shadowberrys mate, serves as an unofficial second mentor since she is much more capable as a teacher.

How was Sunheart as a mentor?

sunheart as a patient, kind cat and the ideal mentor. she died saving peregrinepaw from a dog. she was by far the most approachable of her sisters, and worked hard to make sure peregrinepaw could defend herself as well as hunt.

Why is Peregrinepaw a Hunter?

the hunters also cook the food, and peregrinepaw loves cooking (and eating). she loves to make jerky especially.

How do apprentices choose their path?

apprentices spend the first half of their apprenticeship in general education, rotating through one mentor from each path while also being taught basic skills. after this, they choose the path they liked best or were most suited to and begin more intensive and specified training, now with a set mentor. apprentices cannot perform their tasks alone until they reach the halfway point of this portion.

all apprentices know how to hunt, fight, and do basic cooking, but the more general paths (warrior, hunter) teach specific and in depth aspects. apprentices often carve out their own niche in these paths, like peregrinepaw spending much of her time smoking meats to make jerky.

starseers and medics, instead, choose their path as soon as they become apprentices. this is due to the higher risk of their jobs.

Peregrinepaw’s favorite prey to hunt/eat?

peregrinepaw enjoys group hunts! she especially enjoys hunting for boars, because she enjoys the dishes she can make with them the most. she enjoys making jerky the most due to loving the process of using smoke and spices. her favorite food is honey glazed boar.

she hates hunting songbirds, as she thinks theyre pretty and sort of magical.

Can I kiss her on the head?

sure!

[viridiancherie]

something about shang tsung screams devianart to me like i fucking know he made an oc with dot points for a backstory and a name like Nightwing Shadowberry DarkMage!Hybrid

[morphlingunderscore]

balter + ras & herbert also

balter - to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment

"Okay little buddy, you gotta gimme a bit!" Rassel laughs, holding the radio tightly to their chest so they don't send it flying on the off-chance Herbert actually knocks them over, jumping around like that. They do a crabwalk sorta shuffle over to the couch, fending little hooves simply DESPERATE to play with the funny dials off the whole while.

When the set it down on the coffee table, Herbert (predictably) lunges for it, squealing his indignation when they catch him by his armpits and swing him with the momentum, wiggling little legs kicking in the air. After the initial squirm of let me down wretched demon, I have to make music happen!!, he goes limp with a huff, dangling like a sad sack of flour.

"You gotta be patient," they hum, dropping onto the couch with a grunt and setting him on their thigh. He squirms to get comfortable, but he doesn't jump for it this time- probably because they have one arm around his waist like a warning seatbelt. "I'm gonna show you how this works, and then I'll let you pick the tunes. If you find something that'll really annoy your dads when they get back, I'll let you eat a bunch of shadowberries after lunch, okay?"

At the mention of potential sweets reward, Herbert goes still. Cautiously, Rassel unwraps him, nodding proudly when he doesn't go hogwild again.

It takes the better half of an hour for their lesson on how to use the radio to stick. Turns out it's kinda hard to teach someone about this kinda thing when they barely get how it works, and the kid you're trying to teach can't speak(yet? unclear), and also dials are actually kinda hard to operate with overgrown claws and little clumsy hooves.

After making a game out of extending and shrinking the antenna over and over again and babbling and giggling like it's the funniest thing in the world, Hebert finally tries messing with the tune dial on his own, skittering across local and trans-dimensional stations. He's got the most adorable look of concentration on his face, snout scrunched up and tongue sticking out past his schnoz. He's Mission Impossible-ing it, listening with an ear cocked every few seconds before snorting derisively and moving on.

Rassel's distracted fiddling with their comms-- talking in the group chat they know 10 and Broderick always forget exists about how smart the little guy is-- when the station-surfing halts. Their ears twitch and flare, unmuffling the noise to really listen, and--

Their mouth splits into a wide grin.

Polka. Somehow, out of gods knows how many radio stations, Herbert landed on Polka.

Herbert turns, craning his head up to look at their face with big wet eyes, buzzing with anticipation. Waiting to see what they think.

"Herbert," Rassel says seriously, grin widening beyond what most people are comfortable with. Herbert just starts vibrating harder, little hooves click-clacking together to vent some buzzing energy. "You are a genius."

It's up in the air if he knows what that word means, but it's clear tone alone gets across their approval.

Herbert hooks his little feet on their shin-sheath and uses it to jump on their lap, grabbing their ears and flapping them with his hands and squealing, startling a bark of laughter out of Rassel.

"Yeah, yeah, you did it big man!" They cheer, scooping him up and spinning in a circle. Herbert splays his arms wide so their ears catch the breeze, still babbling happily. "You're so cool! This is cool kid music, how did you know? You're a natural!"

Herbert's excitement is terribly, unavoidably contagious, loosening a stiffness Rassel hadn't even noticed in themselves. It leaves them bubbly and bright, so when a familiar song comes on, they immediately start dancing to it, movements clumsy and uncoordinated. Hell, they barely remember the dance they're trying to do, or the name of the damn song!

It hardly matters, though. Not when Herbert squeals and skitters in front of them, mimicking their "dance moves" like it's a test and he's going to pass. He's so into it, focused on his own limbs so he doesn't trip over himself. It's the cutest thing Rassel has ever seen. Their heart melts.

When Broderick and 10 come home, it's to a dark house. With a flick of the lights, the reason is revealed--

Rassel lays belly-up on the floor, herbert flopped over their chest. Both of them are snoring. Both of them have dark berry juice stains around their mouth.

And quietly, so quietly it takes walking up to them to notice...

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Broderick laughs, muffling the sound behind a hand. "Partied out to the chicken dance?"

[kotymeaw]

My oc!!

Shadowberry milkshake cookie :3

[j0ur3nys-3nd]

(Dragons pt 2)

Mulberry Dragon

(Undead and ghost)

Shadowberry (symbols like . and - are reversed)

Candy Diver

(Sprit guardians pt 2)

Red velvet dragon (symbols like . and - are reversed)

Choco jackolope (symbols like . and - are black and bold and italtic)

(A assassian brother)

Pineberry

(OOZELING-)

Licorice oozeling

(A manlipuative dancer)

Swan feather

(The Mage twins)

White mage

Black mage

(The creator of Hypnotic)

Corrupt heart (symbols like . and - are black and bold and italtic)

Cookie run muses!!

(Gays at the bar)

Sparkling

Herb

Vampire

Mint choco

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(Detectives and a criminal)

Almond

Rougefort

Walnut

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(Bounty hunter and theif)

Rye

Chilli pepper

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(Guild buddies)

Milk (Strawberry. Chocolate. Banana)

Purple yam

Dino sour

Mala sauce

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(Chaotic evil and Neutral evil)

Hypnotic (oc)

Melted choco (oc)

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(Desert lovers)

Poison (oc)

Snake vemon (oc)

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(Gayendarys)

Fire spirit (Lord of ash) (Immortal Cataclysm)

Wind archer (Night raven)

Sea fairy (Dread trident of the abyss)

Moonlight (Alluring crescent moon)

Timekeeper

Millenial tree (Darkness tree)

Pitaya dragon

Ananas dragon

Lotus dragon

Lychee dragon

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(The ancients)

Pure vanilla (Bitter vanilla)

White lily (Black rose)

Hollyberry (Poisonberry)

Golden cheese (Burnt golden cheese)

Dark cacao (Apyss cacao)

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(Ex-cookie of darkness and a dancer)

Dark choco

Whipped cream

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(Tropical islands)

Sorbet shark

Mango

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(The bravest cookie, his not so brave brother, his bright sister and their enemy)

Gingerbrave

Dozer

Gingerbright (Special symbols like . and - are Purple and Italic)

Spiral lolipop (oc)

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(Family in the mansion)

Blackberry

Adventurer

Onion

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(TBD)

Croissant

String gummy

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(Twizzly's friends)

Toothpaste

Peeled carrot

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(Dark cacao kingdom)

Affogato

Caramel arrow

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(Lab tested shapeshifters)

Faker (oc)

Jam (oc)

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(Grandmaster hotel)

Earl grey

Pawn white cookie

Pawn black cookie

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(Yogurca)

Scorpion

Plain yogurt

Yogurt cream

Cactus flower (oc)

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(Crystalized undead and Flower ghost)

Crystal (Past name is Salted caramel) (oc)

Black tuilp (oc)

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(Electric love)

Hero

Lemon

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(Delivery!)

Pizza

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(The Curse and the Phantom)

Curse (Special symbols like . and - bold, black and italic)

Phantom (Special symbols like . and - bold, black and italic)

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(A trickster and a wannabe artist)

Gumball (cookie)

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(A scientist and a cyborg)

Aloe (Special symbols like . and - bold and green)

Cyborg (Special symbols like . and - bold and purple)

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(A sleep deprived professor)

Espresso (Special symbols like . and - are bold and black)

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(Future king)

Custard (III) (Special symbols like . and - are orange and italic)

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(Warriors that came from a timeloop)

Butter cream (NPC + fan name)

Waffle cone (NPC + fan name)

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(Consul of the Crème Republic)

Clotted cream

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(Bittersweet love)

DJ

Rockstar (Special symbols like . and - are Blue, bold and italic)

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(The All-star)

Choco ball cookie (Special symbols like . and - are Orange)

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(Forest enemies)

Grape feather (oc) (Special symbols like . and - are Orange and Bold)

Wolfberry (oc) (Special symbols like . and - are Orange and Bold)

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(The thorned cookie)

Thornberry (oc)

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(The optimistic host)

Blue raspberry soda (Special symbols like . and - are Pink) (NPC + fan name)

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(Bug queens)

Bitter choco wasp

Raspberry dragonfly

Tiger ant

Jam mosquito

Cobweb

Lava scorpion

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(Sprit guardians)

Sweet strawberry kitsune (oc)

Frosted grape deer (oc)

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(The fallen guardians)

Soul stealer (Soul vanilla)

Shattered soul

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(House caviar)

Captain caviar

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(Wolf from the abyss)

Dark wolf

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(The butterfly and the moth)

Light butterfly (Special symbols like . and - are Black)

Shadow moth (Special symbols like . and - are Black and Italic)

[wulfwynne]

biotches

[eternal-fear]

[clangen-mishaps]

The Rise of Ripple Clan

I'm going to discuss my clan though Small snippets and screen shots.

Finsplash found Fumble and his friends as they were searching for a home, and led them to tide pools that had long ago housed his own clan.

Finsplash Chose Fumble as their leader, Fumble himself had been the kit of an exiled clan cat from a nearby clan (Echo Clan) and a rogue queen. Fumblestar hopes to lead his clan with his intelligence, and calm demeanor.

SIlentsplsh felt like the obvious choice as deputy to him. They'd been friends for a long time, and he'd stuck beside Fumblestar since before they met the others and formed Rippleclan.

And Shadowberry, Silentsplash and Shadowberry had to be a package deal. While not related by blood, Shadowberry kept the other ow alive.

He's a bit miffed he can't have a mate or kits, but he gets why his duty is so important. With Finsplash guiding him he came into his own as a Medicine cat rather fast.

Now for the rest of the clan!

Strikepelt!

I like him! He's loyal, a good teacher and he's CLEARLY a bit nosy! What is Ravenkick doing to have Strikepelt acting so nosy?

Making shit up it seems. He's adventurous, so it definitely sounds like someone's exaggerating their exploits!

ALSO WHAT A PRETTY KITTY???

SO is Blueheart!

Plus he's responsible! He wants to set a good example, and he's thoughtful!

And a great Hunter!

Blazefreckle! One of the few she-cats! She's also got her own little apprentice! Plus she's strange! We love strange girls!

And look at her apprentice, Charredpaw! What a good name for a grey cat!~ I hope her compassion takes her far!

I know Ravenkick is your mentor but look at you! Maybe you'd be a good medicine cat apprentice! But we'll see.

Either way Reedpaw really is a thoughtful apprentice!~

The group baby! I think Asterkit is related to Blazefreckle somehow. Either her little brother from another litter or her own kit, leaning towards brother!

It's only the start of Ripple Clan, I will come back after a year in game time with updates!

[nosamyrag]

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[elvhen-dreamfyre]

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[loveshotproductions]

                     Last Life SMP    🤝    Warrior Cats

                                        “Shadow” Clan

[morphlingunderscore]

hey I can send you morituro with the bridge again :) Please don't queue this one your URL is long

morituro - of someone who is next or destined to die

The Bridge, being what they were, had been privy to the highs and lows of civilization. All gods had, they are sure, but their case is not so... Complete. Often, the two do not even notice the time passing, until called upon- simply existing in the End, watching its people flutter about, change, spread out. It embarrasses the louder half, the brighter half, that sometimes they forget the other dimensions exist.

And yet, they do see snippets.

Many mundane- a farmer offering a portion of his harvest in exchange for an equal weight of shadowberries, which he had seen in an herbology book and become quite curious about. A girl attempting to barter loose coin for a mostly harmless weapon to beat her little brother senseless with for sticking gum in her hair. A piglin requesting safe passage from his conquests to his home, where another piglin and two young piglets await him.

these, the bridge enjoys. small things, quiet trades. a gift from a friend, not a trade from a god. it lifts their spirits so they are not so lonely.

Some, quite enthralling. A whole village coming together, pooling trinkets with emotional sentiment to trade for a single wither rose, needed to cure one of their own, a small boy that had been cursed cruelly to rot in his bed. A battalion offering the head of slain beast that could bring them many riches, in exchange for the head of a hated enemy.

THESE, THE BRIDGE ENJOYS. IT ROBS THEM OF THEIR BOREDOM. IT BOILS INKY BLOOD IN THEIR VEINS. IT MAKES GODHOOD FEEL RIGHT, FEEL TRUE. IT EXCITES.

And some, too... Horrible. They need not describe the lengths humanity and its brethren will go when desperate- they experience the results more often than not. And yet everytime they are offered an infant, a child, a hated outcast, a necessary sacrifice-- they find themselves appalled that they could be so disrespected, so misunderstood.

A life is intangible. A life holds infinite value, and yet none. A life can be snuffed out, and the world will keep turning. A life can be snuffed out, and many worlds fall.

Somehow, though, they find themselves... Surprised.

A desperate plea for medicine. A family, a village rotting from the inside out. Their elder, half-dead on his feet, and yet standing, staring them down. Arms held wide. Faces stricken around him, but not him.

This, this happens much less frequently.

"Hardly a fair exchange," the old man laughs, and then coughs, rot expelled from his lungs. He doesn't have long. They can see the path before him, and it is very short. "And yet you- cough- you accepted it." He stares at them, eyes sunken and yet bright. He is smiling. "My son said you wouldn't."

"why did he believe we would deny such a request?" the bridge wonders, quiet confusion.

"WHY DID YOU BELIEVE WE WOULD ACCEPT?" THE BRIDGE sneers, loud condescension.

The old man laughs again, weaker still. His breathing is labored, heart hammering faintly in his chest. That he had stood for their appraisal was a miracle. That, or perhaps it was the final nail in his coffin. "I was a priest, you know. Not like all them new-age types, who spend more money on gilded chandeliers than comfortable pews." He stops to breathe, pale, arms struggling to hold his weight. The Bridge does not hesitate to adjust their embrace, shifting to brace his back, letting his tired arms rest.

If anything, it makes his smile grow wider. More knowing.

"So many believe you're neutral in the face of conflict. That whoever offers the highest bid's gonna win the war--"

"THEY ARE CORRECT."

"Hush, no they ain't," he admonishes, amused when their quieter side swats their louder counterpart in retaliation for interrupting. "You're a god, sure, but gods come from people, and people come from gods. If y'all were so simple, none of us down there be so damn complicated."

"that has merit," the bridge concedes, before adding liltingly, "though you may create a schism with that talk."

The old man grins, teeth dark with old blood. Too tired to laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. I say the more the merrier," he dismisses easily. "Point is, I knew it'd work because you hate sacrifices."

"We Do Not Hate," The Bridge retorts in unison.

"You got opinions up in there, no need to deny it to a... To a dead man." Winded, now. His voice grows thick. "Y'hate em. But I'm not a sacrifice, am I?"

"NO."

"you came willingly."

"YOU ARE A GIFT."

"and we, to you."

The old man's grin softens into a smile. It's small and vulnerable on his pale, gaunt face. He looks so terribly kind.

"See?" He rasps, and then coughs. It exhausts him greatly, until he's barely able to hold his head up to watch them. His path is a scant few millimeters, edging like lace. Silhouetting him in gold.

"Tell Sammy... I was right. ...'nd that it's okay th't he was wrong."

"Of Course," they promise solemnly, offering two twin, terrible smiles of their own. "Safe travels lead you to distant shores, old friend. Be seeing you."

"Be..."

But he is already gone.

Time sticks, and stays, and hardens to stone.

The Bridge has seen the highs and lows of civilization.

It would be easier if they did not.

[prismartist]

the poetry of bigb dying to berries though