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disiskaan · 2 months ago
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lessmouse · 8 months ago
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[commission] god flesh
this was commissioned by @/ snailbite for d20 artists for palestine! thank you so much :)
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huh-whu · 5 months ago
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@snailbite
so weird how in english some words are really just used in expressions and not otherwise… like has anyone said “havoc” when not using it in the phrase “wreaking havoc”? same goes for “wreaking” actually…
reply with more, i’m fascinated
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Dark Forest Resident: Cherrystar
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Aliases / Nicknames: Crazystar
Gender: female
Sexuality: heterosexual, aromantic
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Curlkit, Murkkit, Autumnpaw, Egretpaw, Springwhisker (kits)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Scargoose, Heathpelt, Springwhisker, Owlholly (apprenticeS)
Clan: Hazeclan
Rank: leader
Characteristics: sacrifices kits to Starclan to prevent stragedy, strange, great teacher
Number of Victims: 16
Number of Murders: 16
Murder Method: ??
Known Victims: Oakkit, Mistkit, Curlkit, Murkkit, Coniferkit, Staglake, Minnowkit, Skykit, Ashkit, Gillpelt, Foxkit, Daykit, Cranekit, Crowkit, Flamekit, Shardkit, Marigoldkit
Victim Profile: kits
Cause of Death: greencough (first), badger (second), freezing (third), mortally injured (fourth), infected wounds (fifth), hawk (sixth), Birchclan apprentice (seventh), whitecough (eighth), greencough (ninth)
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
The first moon was Oakkit, a little thing that Cherrystar had found on the side of a Thunderpath, and took great care of until she got her ‘vision’ of her Clan failing. She had killed Oakkit, then lied and said she didn’t have a clue what had happened to him.
Moons passed, and finally, Beetlewhisker announced proudly that she was expecting kits. Three little bundles of fluff quickly reduced to two as Cherrystar sacrificed the eldest--Beetlekit--to Starclan, hoping for blessings.
Her pleas went unanswered, and she lost a life to greencough at the tender age of just thirty-four moons. Whispers scurried between the warriors, and soon, the two bundles of fluff at Beetlewhisker’s belly were reduced again, leaving only little Almondkit, spared for being the runt of the litter.
Then her own kits were born, at the same time that Applemouse had brought a litter of four home. He glared at the leader, unsheathing his claws as she drew near. He had held his sister, Beetlewhisker, as she had cried, and knew exactly what Cherrystar had planned for one unlucky kit.
However, no one expected that she would turn on little Curlkit--her own son. She had looked up at Applemouse with blood coating her muzzle, and said, in a happy voice, “Since I’m leader, it makes sense to send my kits as sacrifices.”
She stuck to this rhetoric as the next moon passed, and her other son--Murkkit-- was offered up to Starclan.
The next moon, as she readied herself for the next sacrifice, she was mauled by a badger, thus saving the life of Applemouse’s kit, Stagkkit. When she came back to life, she looked thrilled. “They said that my life was a good sacrifice!” she had crooned, crouching over Stagkit to keep them safe from the frigid morning wind.
That leaf-bare, on patrol, Cherrystar froze to death, only reviving when she was thawed in the new-leaf sun.
She staggered back to camp, grinning, and scared half the camp to death.
Her grin faded when she learned that Stagkit, by then Staglake, had been killed by a badger.
She sat vigil for two days, only snapping out of her trance when she heard Snailbite talking about how she was expecting kits.
The leader perked up, but didn’t say a word, until Snailbite gave birth a moon later to a pair of healthy kits. That pair, unfortunately, soon divided, as Snailbite found poor Coniferkit strung up on the brambles above the nursery.
She had tackled Cherrystar, who was bewildered as to why she could possibly be faulted, until she finally figured it out.
“I was making sure that Starclan won’t take the other one!” she mewed. “They only don’t take lives when they get fed. So I feed them!” It took the combined efforts of four other cats to pry Snailbite off of Cherrystar, and the leader was promptly confined to her den for three moons, in an attempt to punish her.
With the kit-killer locked away, two new litters were taken into the Clan, much to Cherrystar’s horror.
“We can’t have this many kits without a death!” She wailed. “Starclan will kill us all!”
She was ignored, but many cats unconsciously relaxed when Heathpelt was found dead on the thunderpath.
When she was released from her den, she was put under guard, but no cat can keep their eyes open all the time.
This time, another of Beetlewhisker’s kits was killed. Minnowkit, who had gone to the medicine den for a bee-sting in her paw, only to be smothered by moss by Cherrystar, who had hidden under a bed of the same moss.
Back in her den she went.
The pattern continued.
She was let out under heavy guard, only to slip away and throttle Hatchkit in their sleep.
Odds changed, however, when the fresh-kill was poisoned, and Applemouse-- Cherrystar’s anchor to whatever sanity she had left- -died, just as Cherrystar learned that she was expecting her second litter of kittens.
She had called a Clan meeting, something she had never done before, and announced that, to honour the nine cats lost to poison, there would be no sacrifices for nine more moons. Her face looked pained as she said it.
The next day, a patrol found her mortally wounded on the border with Birchclan, but they brought her back to camp, not wanting a repeat incident of her frozen corpse impression.
Cherrystar had three kits a moon later, and--predictably--was kept under strict watch to make sure she took care of her litter.
But tragedy struck again when four more cats were killed in a rogue ambush, and Cherrystar reluctantly added four more moons to the count.
When Snailbite and Snipkit died from poisoning, Cherrystar’s wails were loud enough to wake the surrounding Clans, who individually sent cats to check on the situation. Once the delegations were gone, Cherrystar showed some of her old fighting spirit, only to be kept in check and away from the kits by Gravy, who got a notch in his ear for his troubles
Her wounds from her fight with Gravy soon festered, and she lost another life to infection.
Soon after this, tradgedy struck the Clan again, when a patrol of four, including Cherrystar’s children, Autumnpaw and Egretpaw, were swept away in a flood, bringing the total number of cats in the Clan down to twelve.
Despite how low Clan numbers were, when Minnowfin had a litter of three, Cherrystar didn’t hesitate to sacrifice Skykit, citing all the recent disasters.
This seemed to work, to the horror of Cherrystar’s Clanmates. And when a litter was left with the Clan, their adoptive mother, Garnet, willingly offered one of them up for Cherrystar to kill.
The trend continued when Crouchsun, who previously had vehemently opposed the killing, followed Garnet’s example.
Gillpelt also willingly gave up a kit, eyes wide as she comforted the crying Ashenkit.
However, Cherrystar merely stared coldly at her. “You aren’t doing this for the greater good.” She had hissed. She had lashed out with unsheathed claws, and Ashenkit could only watch in horror as she watched her mother’s body drop.
The leader walked outside, taking a breath, only to lose another life as a hawk swooped down for the kill.
Another poisoned instance of fresh-kill killed off Coastivy and Cicadakit,
A few moons later, more poison killed off Cicadakit’s parent, Wheatblotch.
Cherrystar mourned the deaths, only to be shocked into action when a new warrior, Spiderpounce, left a stolen Birchclan kit outside her den for sacrifice.
Spiderpounce later took things up a notch when he killed an elder to spare a kit being sacrificed that moon.
This seemed to work, as no disasters befell the Clan for twenty-four moons.
However, when disaster struck, Cherrystar acted as they always had.
The next moon, a Birchclan apprentice took another of Cherrystar’s lives in a border skirmish.
A few moons later, a bout of whitecough took another life, and Cherrystar decided to increase the rate of sacrifices to one per moon.
However, this was stopped when the whitecough worsened into greencough.
Additional Information: 
--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​
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toropiski · 5 years ago
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Day before yesterday it was just a tiny egg and tonight it was large full-grown amanita, and some snails had had some bites of her... A mushroom like this - colorful with delicate structures - is quite a marvel to observe... ... #photos #nature #amanita #snailbites #beauty https://www.instagram.com/p/B2XCAb1F3PM/?igshid=n16x09f0rd3i
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huh-whu · 5 months ago
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@snailbite this is sooooo Thursday core
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huh-whu · 4 months ago
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@snailbite is this your man?
He needs a napkin
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rushed-oats · 3 years ago
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SNAILBIT!?
feelinhg like the aether rabbit
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