#wc dark kits

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

They are born!

Jackdawfoot and Ferndoe’s litter, from left to right: Ratkit, Goldenkit, Kestralkit!

All are girls!

like her papa, one of Ratkit’s eyes never develop, and so it remains shut

names and designs by @starfalcon555

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Good eye if you recognize this! I retraced old artwork of mine for this. It was too perfect to just completely redo.

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EDIT:

since it’s kind of hard to see, Goldenkit’s spots:

[voiddesigns-wc]

I drew these a few months back and forgot to post them! Only remembered them when the shyheart ask popped up.

[artaintfartwarriors]

“ahaha no it’s not raining why would it be raining. Let me go drown old man”

[warriors-ideas]

While Starclan cats appear as their happiest point in life, cats in the Place of No Stars appear as their worst point in life.

[cheesiedrawwarriors]

Brokenstar

Will draw a elder version and dark forest version later

[jayfrost-designs]

I was in the mood to design a calico the other day, and I haven't been satisfied with my Blossomfall design for a while now, so I figured it was finally time to give her an upgrade.

You can find the reverse side of her design here.

For her physical description, Blossomfall is described as a long and thick-furred she-cat. As before, I gave her her father's floof and size, she's a big girl, she and her brother kind of dwarf their sister even when she stood at her full height, though it doesn't help that she's a shorthair and they're both poofballs, the fur adds size. XD

For her pattern, Blossomfall is described as a tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with petal-like white patches. I went back to a design closer to Old Bthis older one I had for her, I don't know why but I've always preferred that mostly-black face for her with the white muzzle and nose and just a bit of orange along the edge of the cheek fur leading into the white chest. I think I saw a photo of a cat who looked like that once and that's just been how Blossomfall looks in my head ever since (despite my attempts to design her away from that), but I can't find the photo anymore.

As always, I make her petal-like white patches bigger, since her patches were described as looking like petals when she was a newborn, and if they were super small markings on a newborn kitten they'd look more like little spots than like petals.

Overall, I'm really happy with how she turned out.

[gougarpaw]

"The warrior code forbade this for a reason. Maybe the Clan just needs a reminder."

Berryheart is a black-and-white she-cat with amber eyes.

notes:

- oh sure yeah give HER the redemption arc...

- Daughter of Snowbird + Scorchfur, sister of Cloverfoot, Buster, Beenose, Yarrowleaf, Bluebellkit, Conefoot, Gullswoop, and Frondwhisker, spouse of Sparrowtail, mother of Sunbeam, Needletail, Spireclaw, and Hollowspring

[nickelbag610-blog]

Foam Mapleshade

I made Mapleshade for a couple different reasons. I wanted to play around with how Dark Forest cats look. The before Mapleshade is before she had her kits the after is her in the DarkForest around the time Crookedstar's Promise takes place. For her DF counter part I took more inspiration from her plush that got memed on. I also wanted to practice with spotting and more complex markings. When they die in my Cannon they get red pupils, have huge scaring relating to how they died. But their appearance I.E. Mapleshade's curled in ears and Messer coat just depends on their personality, how they died, etc.

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Safe With Me (short story)

Batlight spread his paws to steady himself, trembling as he fought against the tears pricking at his eyes. He couldn’t cry right now. He had to comfort his kit.

The day had been long. Despite trying to stay awake, Rainkit and Rosekit fell asleep on their paws–much like their adoptive parent–and were currently being placed into their nest by Dewfall.

But Lionkit remained above.

The little tom had gotten a speck of mud on his shoulder, and instinctively Batlight had reached over to lick it. It was not a split second later before Lionkit screeched with the agony of a cat being torn in two by coyotes. The little kit now crouched in the shelter of an overhanging fern, his breath rapid, and his eyes wide and terrified.

Dewfall poked his head out of the den, alarmed by the cry. Batlight looked at him and gestured for him to return to the other kits. Dewfall hesitated, eyes narrowed, then disappeared below.

Batlight wanted nothing more than to curl around his son and hold him close and tell him everything was going to be okay.

Batlight  took a step forward–

Lionkit flinched.

Batlight steadied his breathing, fighting against the sob that was threatening to tear its way through his throat. He took a step back, then crouched so that his belly was to the ground, and his paws tucked beneath it–out of sight. 

He opened his jaws to speak, then closed it again, unsure what to say. “I know you’re scared,” he spoke at last, his chin as close to the ground as it could be and his ears flat against his head so that he appeared as small as possible. “And I wish I could take that away from you. I wish I could take away all the pain and all the bad thoughts and memories and everything that makes you feel sad and scared. You met a bad cat–” Lionkit whimpered at the mention of Woodstar– “and I’m so sorry about that. All I can do is promise you that I am not like her, I will never be like her. I promise you you are safe with me. Okay? That means I’ll never, ever, ever hurt you, or Rainkit or Rosekit. I’m here for you.” 

Batlight swallowed, heart pounding. Lionkit remained where he was.

Batlight went on, taking a deep breath. “In fact, I’ll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you, in the rare and unlikely chance that that’ll happen,” he put in quickly in case Lionkit got scared again. “I will take care of you. I love you. Night-night,” he finished dumbly, and wasn’t all too sure why he said that.

That is, not until a faint, almost inaudible voice whispered back, “night-night.” And it was all worth it.

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@ambitiousauthor

@starfalcon555

--Batlight tries to be strong for the kits but he's also very sensitive so he often tries not to cry while also trying not to make them cry.

--Hope it makes sense I am so tired

--Still writing Batlight's name as light and not flight because I like it better that way.

[wills-woodland-warriors]

AmaranthTuft: the strong fighter who follows her father loyally to look after him. She’s not quite sure what she’s looking for in life and is quite tired of everything all the time.

Previous - next

[bigender-cowboy]

I had only one thought before the slaughter

This man will not make an orphan of my daughter

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

what would happen if a dark kit had a living or starclan parent?

oh, that's a good question

with a Starclan parent (assuming the other is DF), it could probably survive in both Afterlives and would have less, if not zero health complications. May even have great senses and generally be in great shape.

The living parent one is more tricky. If it has a living mother, then it might be able to survive in the living world, so long as it makes it past the newborn stage, which they rarely do. And they're more susceptible to sickness. Sadly, they likely won't be able to thrive in Starclan no matter how good they are, and may have to make a choice between dying again but in Starclan or spending an eternity in the Dark Forest.

I imagine it would be roughly the same was as a regular Dark Kit if the father was living, but I'll have to think about that

[warriorcatsunveiled]

Lives cut too short

[gourdlycatgen]

The lonesome kittypet named Ramen is a dark grey afab genderless cat with a rosette tabby coat and low white spotting. The pronouns this cat uses are he/she. This cat has medium, matted fur and odd-eyed eyes. This cat hates dogs, and loves kits. The cat is brave and compulsive. The cat is a sloppy fighter. This cat has light scarring and a worn body.

[sun-kissy]

balm | bucky barnes

bucky barnes x reader — ★ — wc 1k

summary: bucky finds out that you got a (minor) bruise and didn’t tell him about it

tw: fluff, hurt/comfort, mention of accident and bruise, reader gets a little guilty, bucky gets a little upset

“Hey,” you feel Bucky’s hands on your hips, the soft touch of his lips to your cheek. “Hey, doll. Did you get lovelier over the weekend?”

You try to ignore the stinging sensation where his hand rests against your waist. You turn around to face him, abandoning your task of chopping the vegetables.

“Bucky,” you smile softly, arms going around his neck. He grins and kisses you again. “Hi. I missed you.”

“So did I, pretty girl,” he murmurs, thumbing at the skin underneath the edge of your shirt. He’s gentle as always, but the pain is almost unbearable. You try not to squirm. “There were so many times I almost called. But of course, Sam wouldn’t let me. You know, strictly classified location and all that.”

Bucky had gone on a mission over the weekend, and had just gotten back a couple hours ago. You let yourself into his apartment as soon as you got a text from him.

He’d mentioned craving pasta, so you started making some. The only thing you were trying to think about right now was making him feel loved after what must have been an exhausting few days.

You hum understandingly, turning back towards the kitchen platform and picking up the knife. Your shoulders almost sag with relief when Bucky lets go of your hips and stands beside you.

He eases the knife out of your hands, ignoring your protests. “Seriously, doll, it’s okay. I can do this. Why don’t you get started on the pasta?”

“Fine,” you sigh, moving to make way for your boyfriend to use the chopping board.

Bucky chuckles at your stubbornness. He glances over as you stand on your tiptoes to reach the cupboard above the stove.

One moment, you’re rummaging through the shelf to find pasta, and the next, you feel his strong hands curving around your stomach and pulling you back down.

“Bucky —“

“What —“ Bucky interrupts, spinning you around. His hands find your shirt. “— is that?” He lifts it up, lightly brushing his fingertips over the dark purple lying just above your waistline. You try not to flinch. He notices, his frown deepening.

“It’s a… um… a bruise.”

“I know it’s a bruise, doll,” Bucky sighs. He crouches to get a better look at it, and you feel your muscles tensing up. From the stress or the pain, you’re not sure. “I mean, how did you — when did you get this? How did this happen?”

You swallow. His concern makes your heart squeeze in awful ways. “I, um… I got it today.”

“Today?” his gaze flicks up to yours worriedly as he stands up straight. “How?”

“Well, so you see,” you suck in a breath, “there was this other car which crashed into mine from behind —“

“What?!”

“No! Wait,” you grab his hands desperately, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “It’s not as bad as you think it is, really. Just let me finish.”

You could’ve sworn he was glaring at you, but he kept his mouth shut.

“So, nothing major happened —“ you gulp at his deadpan look, “— really! I just got jerked a litte from the impact, and the steering wheel hit me.”

“This hard?”

You confirm it with a nod.

Bucky exhales, fingers finding the rough patch again as he slips his fingers under your shirt. He presses it gently. You wince. “Did you at least get it cleaned up?”

The guilty expression on your face tells him enough. But you still confirm it with a feeble, “no.”

His eyebrows bunch together. “That can’t be good,” he mutters to himself, tugging on the waistband of your shorts to get a better look. “Can you please come to the toilet with me? I think we should disinfect it.”

You’re too overwhelmed with shame to do anything but agree. You let Bucky pull you to the washroom, manoeuvre you with his kind hands to sit on the closed toilet seat. He sits below, first aid kit in his lap.

You know he’s upset, even if he doesn’t say anything. It doesn’t show in the gentle way he wipes a washcloth over the area; the way he rests his chin on your knee as he works.

But it does show when he starts to apply the antiseptic cream. You hiss between clenched teeth, and he seems to have been reminded of the fact that you’re in pain, that you were in pain and you didn’t bother telling him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You don’t reply, opting instead to bite down on your lip. Bucky is quick to reach for your face, gently pulling it free from your assail.

He asks again, softer, like he wasn’t kind enough the first time. It makes you feel like a bitch.

“You just got back, you know,” you mumble. “You’re probably exhausted, and — and sick of me, and…”

“Sick of you?” he interrupts quietly, something akin to confusion on his features. He sounds hurt. “I could never be sick of you, doll. And… and I missed you. You know I missed you.”

Once again, you don’t know what to say. He doesn’t need you to.

“Listen,” he murmurs, tugging your shirt back down, “It’s my job to worry about you, okay? I don’t want you worrying about me worrying about you. Because I want to.”

“Are you sure —“

“I’m sure, lovely girl,” he says, getting up on his knees to kiss you. You bend forwards, feeling his affection soothe over you like a balm.

Bucky pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. “Promise not to hide things like these from me again, okay? I want to care about you.”

“You want to care about me.”

“I do,” he murmurs, smiling slightly at the awe in your tone. “I do, doll. I love you.” He presses a kiss to your nose. “I love you.”

Bucky revels in the beauty of your smile when you say it back, the first real one he got from you all evening. He was glad to be home.

[jayfrost-designs]

Now for the last of the ref sheets I had done before I started playing Echoes of Wisdom (though I do have one more ref sheet left to post tonight), it's the obnoxious furball himself, Berrynose! :D

He and his littermates and half-brother Toadstep have been needing new ref sheets for a while, I'll get to the rest of them once I finish this game.

You can find the reverse side of his design here.

For his phyiscal description, Berrynose is described as a long-furred, sturdy tom with a thick stumpy tail, a wide head, broad shoulders, and a shredded ear-tip. Looking back at Berrykit being described trying to spin around to see his stumpy tail, I'm kinda feeling like I should have made it shorter, but oh well. The shredded ear-tip on his right (our left, his right) ear is from the battle in Eclipse, and the tear in his other ear is from his and Birchfall's border scuffle with ShadowClan.

For his pattern, Berrynose is described as a cream-colored tom. He's very similar in color and pattern to his mother, with some differences. Since he has no canon eye color and I wanted them to differentiate him a bit from his mom, I gave him a paler shade of his dad's eyes. Kinda funny how all of Smoky's (known) kits ended up with his green eyes. XD Guess those green-eye genes are strong!

Overall, I'm really happy with how he turned out. :D