#wc dark kits

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Also I think they should have uncommon warrior names but of very common items

Like Slugkit. Cats know what slugs are, but I don't know if anyone has that prefix.

What if kits are just drawn to Floodleopard. Like she shows up in the Dark Forest, expecting of course to walk alone for eternity but instead she ends up with like 100 kids because the babies just...go to her. And you think she's gonna tell them no? Of course not. Those are HER babies now.

[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”

[darkforestpetalkit]

Thistleclaw was not ready. He will continue to not be ready.

✨️Just a silly comic from my Petalkit AU, StarClan's Fallen✨️

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[warriorcatsunveiled]

Lives cut too short

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Gentle paws, Gentle care

Brightsway played gently with the kits.

They were small, her mama had taught her.

She needed to be gentle with small cats. Their bones wouldn’t be strong like hers. She could hurt them if she messed up!

Gentle paws. Claws sheathed. Don’t use force. Let them win.

It seemed like ages since she had been that small.

She let the little kit she was playing with win another race, acting as defeated as she could to hide her grin.

She was good at this!

Not a good hunter, no, she could never rip a cat apart like she had been.

Not a med cat, stars no.

A mediator wasn’t needed in the bad woods.

But a queen? A mama? She could do that! She could spend all day with the kits, caring for the infants and playing with the toddle-kits.

She stood, and trotted over to Fungichomp, head spinning her new idea back and forth like a mossball.

“Fungichomp?”

“Yes, Brightsway?”

“I’d like to be a permanent Daycare worker. Is that ok?”

Notes:

- Idk how Fungi would react to this, so part 2 is open for anyone to write if interested!

[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.

[amoressb]

───── KISS ME MORE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ trying to finish his makeup but he just can’t stop kissing you ｡｡ idol bf!riki x makeup artist!reader. fluff & wc. 1.4k ; lots of kissing, skinship, petnames｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the backstage dressing room of the sold out arena was alive with activity. assistants rushed in and out, carrying outfits and adjusting mics, while the members of enhypen filled into the room, their energy a mix of nerves and excitement. riki, the main dancer, was the last to enter, his stage outfit already clinging perfectly to his frame. his hair was freshly styled and his usual confident grin was firmly in place.

you stood near the vanity, arranging your makeup tools neatly. you glanced up when the door opened and your heart did it’s usual flutter when your eyes landed on riki. despite working and being together for years now, he still had that effect on you.

“hey pretty,” riki greeted, making a beeline for you as the other members settled into their chairs. without a care for the busy room, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “riki!” you exclaimed, glancing around to make sure no one had seen, your cheeks flushing pink. “we’re at work!”

“and?” he teased, his voice soft and low so only you could hear. “it’s not like they don’t already know.” you tried to keep your expression neutral, but his adoring gaze was making it impossible. he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, his dark eyes warm and full of affection.

“go sit down,” you finally said, trying to suppress a smile as you motioned to his chair. “you’ve got a show to get ready for.”

“yes ma’am,” riki said with a mock salute before plopping into his chair. the other members exchanged knowing smirks but didn’t say anything, accustomed to their maknaes antics when it came to you.

you approached him with your makeup kit, your expression shifting to one of focus. you grabbed a primer and started dabbing it onto his skin. riki leaned back obediently, watching you the entire time. his eyes followed every move you made—how you tilted your head slightly while working on his foundation, the way your lips pressed together as you concentrated.

“stop staring,” you said without looking up, your voice tinged with amusement. “i can’t help it,” riki replied, a grin tugging at his lips. “you’re too pretty when you’re in your element.”

“flattery won’t get you out of wearing eyeliner,” you quipped, picking up the next product.

he chuckled, staying quiet for a moment as you traced sharp, precise lines around his eyes. but when you leaned in to work on his lips, he couldn’t sit still anymore.

“riki, baby,” you said, holding his chin to keep him steady, “if you don’t stop moving, you’re going to look like a mess out there and i’ll let the fans blame you.”

riki grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “would it really be so bad? they might think the smudges are part of my charm.”

“charm doesn’t cover uneven eyeliner or faded lip tint,” you muttered, dipping the brush back into the product. you leaned closer, focusing on his lips. “well,” he said, voice dropping a bit deeper than before, “if it’s my lips you’re worried about, maybe you should test them.”

“riki,” you warned, but your cheeks flushed at his teasing tone. in response, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving a faint mark of coral lip tint behind. “there, a little something just for you.”

you froze, your brush midair, and fixed him with an exasperated glare. “riki! you’ve ruined it again, that’s the third time!” he laughed, utterly unrepentant. “what can i say? your face is more fun to decorate than mine.”

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, grabbing a makeup wipe to start over. “at this rate, you’re going on stage with bare lips.”

“then the fans will get the real me,” he said with a playful shrug.

“no, the fans will get a makeup artist who quits her job halfway through the tour because of you,” you shot back, though your lips twitched in amusement.

as you leaned in again, riki stared at you with unabashed affection, making no effort to hide how enamored he was. the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way you bit your lip when you worked—it all made his heart race.

“riki, stop looking at me like that,” you murmured without glancing up.

“like what?”

“like you’re about to—”

before you could finish, he closed the distance between you two and kissed you square on the lips. it was soft but lingering, enough to make you forget for a moment that you guys were backstage, mere minutes before showtime. when he pulled back, your carefully applied lip tint was smeared, and his own lips were a mess.

“—do that,” you finished, blinking at him.

he grinned, completely unbothered. “you make it hard to resist, baby.” you sighed dramatically, though your cheeks were pink. “i give up. you’re going on stage like this.”

“no, no, no,” he said quickly, laughing. “i’ll behave this time, i swear.” you arched an eyebrow. “you said that five kisses ago.”

“this time, i mean it,” he said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands in mock innocence. “scout’s honor.”

the other members started laughing. jake smirked at riki from his chair. “you’ve got it bad, riki.”

“jealous?” riki shot back, unbothered by the teasing.

you sighed, rolling your eyes but smiling as you reached for the lip tint again, applying it with quick, practiced strokes. riki stayed still this time, though you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. “there,” you said at last, stepping back to inspect your work. “you’re ready.”

“perfect,” he said, glancing at himself in the mirror. then he turned to you with a cheeky smile. “almost as perfect as you.”

“flattery won’t save you if you mess it up again,” you warned, though you couldn’t help but smile. a knock on the door interrupted them and the groups manager poked their head in. “you guys are on in five.”

“got it!” riki called, standing up. he looked down at you, his expression softening. “wish me luck?”

“break a leg,” you said with a small smile, your voice gentler now. “and please don’t kiss anyone on stage.” he chuckled. “you know my lips are only yours.”

with a wink, he was gone, leaving you to clean up your station. you could hear the deafening roar of the crowd as the show began and a small smile tugged at your lips. as exasperating as he could be, there was no denying how proud you were of him.

hours later, the concert was in full swing. you watched from backstage, your heart swelling with pride as riki belted out the final dance moves of their song. his moves effortless and smooth, his stage presence captivating as always. by now, he and the other members took their final bows and headed offstage.

riki burst into the dressing room, still glowing with the adrenaline of the performance. his hair was damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to him, and he looked every bit of the star he was.

“y/nnn,” he called, his voice still slightly hoarse. he scanned the room until his eyes found you and his face lit up. without hesitation, he strode over, pulling you into a tight hug.

“riki, you’re all sweaty!” you protested, laughing as you tried to push him away.

“and i missed you,” he said smiling, grabbing your chin, turning you to face him, and leaning in without hesitation to kiss you before you could respond. his lips still tinted faintly with the remnants of his stage makeup. when he pulled back, your own lips bore the faint coral hue.

“you just kissed off the last bit of your lip tint,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “good,” riki said, his grin boyish and unrepentant. “it belongs on you anyway.”

their moment was interrupted by the other members filing into the room. jake let out a low whistle, grinning as he pointed at the couple. “you really can’t keep your lips off her, huh?”

“you’re gonna wear her out before the next show,” joked jungwon. riki rolled his eyes but kept his arm firmly around your waist. “jealousy isn’t a good look on you guys.”

“sure, sure,” jake said with a laugh. “just try not to kiss off her patience, too.” you shook your head smiling, “too late for that.”

riki leans down to kiss your lips again and looked into your eyes, ignoring the teasing entirely. “lucky for me, she loves me anyway.”

“unfortunately for me,” you muttered, though the warmth in your smile gave you away.

⋆｡°✩ @miukidoll @flufflights

[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.