lamb's herd

place to put all of my wcrp stuff because thats what some of the cool kids seem to be doing

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@crittertalez' wcrp sideblog where i put my wcrp stuff because idk seems fun and also this is a funny url to have. ironically neither icon nor header are of the character this blog is named after in fact the icon is of who i Wanted to name this blog after but frecklekisses was a taken url tragic. anyways

Current Roleplays: - Dueling Sands (Active) - Divided Skies (Active) - Forged Hope (Semi-Active) - Scorched Earth (Under Construction) (cat rosters under the cut)

Dueling Sands Roster: - Possumplay (She/It) - GrottoClan Cavalry - Frecklekisses (She/Zer) - GrottoClan Caretaker - Pitchsnare (He/They [for now]) - GrottoClan Rockhound - Sirencall (She/They) - GrottoClan Cavalry - Ms. Sunday Sundae (She/Any) - Kittypet/Grotto Deserter - Mariposakit (She/Her) - ArchClan Kit

Divided Skies Roster: - Eclipsepaw (He/Him [for now]) - DawnClan Apprentice - Spindleleap (She/Her) - BriarClan Scout - Dacepaw (Any) - MistClan Apprentice - Dandelionleaf (She/They/It/Plant Neos) - BriarClan Warden - Burntsun (She/Her) - BriarClan Warden - Acornberry (She/They) - StormClan Scout - Brindlekit (She/They) - BriarClan Kit (in development) - Sodapop (He/She/It) - MistClan ????

Forged Hope Roster: - Dogteeth (She/It/Any) - Ivory Talons Deputy - Mc. Leech (It/None/Mirror) - Canary / Traveling Medic - Frecklekisses (She/Zer) - Ivory Talons Monarch - Sirencall (She/They) - Ivory Talons Warrior

Scorched Earth Roster: - Freckles From Dappled Light (She/Zer) - Canyon Medic - Shadows That Hide From Light (She/They/Xe/It) - Canyon Dencat - Canines Which Glisten In Light (She/It/Any) - Outlaw - Harrier (She/Any) - Mesa Chief Hunter - Clay Puddles Swirling With Gold (She/Sie/He) - Canyon Carver - Stag Dancing Amongst Stars (He/Him) - Canyon Warrior

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My Divided Skies Secret Solstice giftee was @speap so I drew her Speap (Spindleleap) attacking a cougar! It was one of the most memorable scenes ever and I think she's such a cool character I had to draw her!

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Spindleleap

A rufoused brown tabby molly with amber eyes and a kinked tail.

a.k.a. "Speap" | She/Her | Cis Pan | BriarClan Scout | 82m (1/4/26)

"But rage was my armour, dear to me, always easy to reach. Rage never rejected me."

Spindleleap is an emotional cat, constantly tugged around by her own heart. She often prioritizes what she wants over all else, though with age she's become slightly more reasonable. She's driven by her need for approval. To be special. To have a cat, multiple even, look at her with admiration for her, her, her.

She's opinionated, though it can be swayed by the approval of who she's talking to. Especially if it's her parents. Never the golden child, Spindleleap aims to be more than she is.

At best, Spindleleap is easy to entertain (as long as she isn't the joke), and quick-witted with an eye for aesthetics. She has an excellent lay of the land, and very little misses her watchful eye unless she's willfully ignoring it.

At worst, she's spiteful, venomous, accusatory and prone to seeing red. To those that know her, Spindleleap is incredibly easy to predict. To those that don't, she's like a force of nature, some unstoppable whirlwind of anger. She hates it. Under the ego and jealousy, the cat Spindleleap hates the most is always her, her, her.

Spindlekit was born with two sisters, Cypresskit and Hickorykit. They were put against each other even before they left the nursery, and Spindlekit took to it easily.

As they grew, her sisters stopped caring but Spindleleap cared more. Her mate Gullwhisker served to be a disappointment. She hardly cared for her kits. Cypressdusk's death left an odd burning hole inside of her.

Of course, Spindleleap can never win. Hickoryleaf became leader, and Gullwhisker continued to chase after Rookflower. Only with Gullpaw's punishment does Spindleleap seem to be calming down.

(more under the cut like the link to her bio & an rp example)

hi heres the woman this blog is named after. my beloved angry piece of shit who sometimes you look at her life and go oh god no one saved you and you dont know how to save yourself either. you can read about her in full here (note: formatting is due to be updated soon). now heres her rp example warning its long hence being under the cut of this already long post

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Spindleleap, for once, is deadly silent. It's almost, if not outright, scarier than when she's yelling, shrieking, crying, anything.

The fury is still clear, of course. In her bristling pelt, in her dilated pupils that soak in the light and stress, in her claws that have not sheathed in a good while now, in the twitches of her tail. Her jaw is clenched, and her eyes are locked forward.

She has no need to bow her head to find Gullwhisker's scent. She knows it innately, has spent too many times tracking them to act like she's forgotten. This is a long damn time coming.

She weaves through BriarClan's territory with pure instinct, hardly waiting for her fellow patrollers as she navigates the territory like a well ran through memory, played over and over in her head. And maybe it is a memory playing in her head. Maybe it's several. Of all the signs she missed, back when she thought everything would be okay. Of all the signs that she willfully turned a blind eye to.

Because she loved Gullwhisker. Because she believed him. Because she trusted him, even over her own mother. And oh, didn't that sting, like the fire that coated Sloefrost's lungs in smoke. Sear, like the fire that took Cypressdusk and with her, so much love, so much life. Burn, like the stars that never shine down kindly upon her yet grace the blood in Hickorystar's veins.

Gullwhisker had been first place in her mind, and for him, she was hardly even second place with how much space in his heart Rookflower took up. She was a participation prize, something to flaunt as proof of loyalty that was never really there.

And she trusted him over Bracketthroat. Let them shape her into something softer, a little easier to please, a little more stupid, obedient, dumbed down around the edges. Let her plant the idea of a family into her mind and body. And how did that turn out, again?

She couldn't take it anymore. Something about giving birth to those kits had made something finally rot and mold inside of Spindleleap, and she was ruined. Her life was over as soon as she brought three more into the world, and they all looked like him. And innately, she knew, she knew, she was damned. Leave the clan, and lose her home, her family, her honor, everything she has ever held onto hard enough to leave claw marks. Stay with her kits, and ruin them, be scorned for how she would fail to raise them kindly, lovingly, because when she looked at them, all she could feel was a horrible mixture of fear and rage at the broken shards of her life scattered around her.

Or she could leave the kits, and deal with the shame that would follow. No matter what, she would be a bad mother. And in BriarClan, that's a death sentence without actually being sentenced to death. No, it wasn't your body that would die but your heart, your life, your mind, as everything crumbles and all you can do is try to survive. Spindleleap is surviving, but she's not living. She hasn't been living since she said yes to Gullwhisker, all those years ago. Maybe she hasn't been living since she was born, forever doomed the moment she took her first breath. Maybe it would always happen this way.

Loving Gullwhisker took everything kind and good out of Spindleleap, if there was ever anything good about her in the first place.

And he's doing it to her again. And cats dare to whisper about her behind her back, to laugh and mock her, to treat her wolf cries as just more tantrums, like she isn't the one fucking cat who could truly know when Gullwhisker is doing this very fucking thing all over again.

She could laugh, and laugh, and laugh and laugh until her throat grew sore, if she weren't so focused on not bursting into tears. It's happening again is on repeat in her mind. Maybe that's why she doesn't acknowledge those patrolling with her. It all feels so very close, and yet so far away. This memory is not a kind one.

She wants to cry. She wants to laugh. To scream like she did when Cypressdusk died. To slash the bark off of all the trees. To rip the grass out of the ground. To run, far, far away, and never come back. To see Gullwhisker face any fucking consequence for everything he's done to her, for being pitied over and over again while the clan pulls the Dark Forest's roots over her, burying her before she's done and cursing her name while she still breathes.

It's that last one that keeps her tethered to her task, even if not tethered to this reality.

So no, she does not need to act like she doesn't know what she's doing. Like she doesn't know exactly how to track them down. She does not care that they cross the border. She does not care that there is something else here that shouldn't be here, about the strange scent and strange pawprints much too large to belong to a normal cat.

She just wants this to all be over.

Stars, she just wants this to all be over.

Spindleleap is quiet, and she is angry, and she is bringing Gullwhisker home. No matter what damn state he's in.

.... (bonus scene from the chatter threads that are more casual rp)

Spindleleap dreams of a better life. Where she never got with Gullwhisker in the first place. She finds love with someone nicer, although the actual visage of the cat is fuzzy, undefined. Their kits don't turn out looking like him. Spindleleap looks at them, and instead of the crushing weight of grief and fury, she feels.. Warm. Loving. Like she could actually do this. Like this made her better.

The kits grow into good warriors. Foxstar is still leader and Poppysplash still healer. BriarClan likes her. They don't mock her to her face, or speak of her behind her back. Foxstar makes her deputy. Bracketthroat is proud. Everyone is proud. She looks out to the crowd, smiling, happy. And they all smile back.

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spindleleap and her fuckass kits that look like her chud ex-mate she hates. post-partum depression is a bitch and it doesnt help when none of your children really look like you (the orangeish bits on them is just lighting, not tortie patches). bonus zoom out under the cut

[gullwhisker]

my darling gullwhisker of @dividedskiesrp !

[crittertalez]

day 20 of oc-tober, the first day of community week! pitchsnare is here again but this time hes bullying someone. this is directly lifted from a scene of roleplay, where pitchsnare is berating peamurmur for having hope in her job of caretaking and raising kits

[crittertalez]

day 27 + 28, redesign and inspiration! did my lovely angelflesh who was in desperate need of a redesign lol she may not have a current story but i still draw her enough to warrant it. i dont tend to have many inspirations for characters :P

[crittertalez]

day 29 of oc-tober: swap! mused about various types of swaps with various wcrp kitties i have

hair swap: frecklekisses and sirencall (swapped twists and dreadlocks) palette swap: dandelionleaf and eclipsepaw (swapped black + white with blue + yellow eyes and greenish-brown tortie [though i realize i left out the tortie part.. whoops] + white with yellow eyes) role swap: dogteeth and mc. leech (swapped wandering doctor and clan deputy) personality swap: pitchsnare and possumplay (swapped meek and anxious with vindictive and moody) mutation swap: clay puddles swirling with gold and stag dancing amongst stars (NOT tribe cats btw) (swapped antlers and extra joints + arms) outfit swap: ms. sunday sundae and cherry garcia (swapped strawberry based outfit with a sailor outfit)

[crittertalez]

day 30 of oc-tober: memes! redrawn over a tumblr post lol. my silly whimsy girl dandelionleaf who is actually not good at being serious dont listen to her

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biting the bullet and making a wcrp sideblog because hey why not. to start of the blog: the lovely lady that this blog is named after. and by lovely i mean she actually sucks really bad but i love her

weirdo alert meme made by squidknees