A common prefix befitting a lighter colored cat living on the coast. It’s a semi-grounded prefix, similar to dust, mud, rock, dirt, and clay, sand is considered one of the building blocks of life. Though unlike its ground related cousins, sand carries a sense of movement, less adhered or compacted as typical dirt or clay. Sand shifts significantly more than rock or dirt, but it’s less devastating when it does. sand shifting under paw as one runs across the beach is normal. But rock and earth caving away as one walks along it leads to travesty. Due to its transient nature, sand can symbolize adaptability, quickness, and abundance. Negative connotations are few but primarily focus on sand’s natural shiftiness and instability compared to other types of land.
Swipe
A playful alternative to the suffix strike, swipe is a quicker but less powerful suffix. Swipe brings to mind a sense of cleverness and thievery as well. It’s a name that suits warriors who may not be able to fight as strongly, still defend their clan using their strengths. It’s a fast movement that still retains a playful edge, like kits trying to sneak an extra treat at meal time. It’s a name commonly given to good hunters as well.
Sandswipe
Together as a whole this name strongly suits a cat who is quick footed and adaptable. It’s a name that some may think of as unstable or untrustworthy, but many will see the playfulness and cleverness beneath that. As a name, swipe emphasizes the speed and adaptability of sand, while sand provides some grounding to the playful swipe.
And, to no one’s surprise, the news wasn’t met with euphoria when Firestar got home.
Once he entered camp, he was quick to jump onto the stump, keeping his tail high while the Clanmates he’d walked home with had the looks on their faces one would have when being ordered to go embrace a speeding car. Curious expressions and murmurs bounced around camp, the Clan moving in to listen to what their leader had to say.
“Is everyone doing well? Feeling happy?” he started, and when he got the usual nods and amused puffs of breath, he continued, “Then I’m sorry, because I may be about to ruin your moods.”
Dustpelt, sitting beside the stump and facing the crowd, grimaced.
“On my way to returning Bilberry home, a Blood cat approached me and Thornclaw,” Firestar said. “He had a proposition to help take down the Scourge’s army, using his insider knowledge and potentially getting help from cats in the Aulmir who don’t agree with the Blood.”
ThunderClan communally looked at each other and spoke in shock and interest.
“Who was it?” Sandstorm asked, ears back and eyes narrowed. “And what did you say?”
“The tom called Brick, one of the cats higher up in the Blood’s ranks. And, well, the idea came up that I could go into the Aulmir with him to find allies, and—”
For as much as he had anticipated outrage, the sudden leap in volume made him jump; the entire Clan was shouting in horror and shock and anger all at once. Firestar couldn’t even pick out a specific voice or individual words. It was just general, extremely unhappy noise.
He waited for much longer than usual for the noise to die down, and then he spoke. “I’m aware that it’s a very dangerous plan, but it’s about the safest one we have. None of you could get away with walking around in the Aulmir, not with the way everyone in every Clan looks like they do.”
“And Brick couldn’t just talk to them himself?” Goldenflower stared at Firestar like he was already dead.
“I want these cats to have a good impression of the Clans,” he said patiently. “That involves one of us coming to them and encouraging a friendly relationship, offering compassion and all that.”
Ravenwing sighed and gave his friend a tired, if affectionate look. “As much as I hate to admit it, Firestar is our best bet to get cats on our side. Even putting him looking like a loner aside, he got RiverClan to like us. If anyone can make friends with strangers, it’s him.”
“But if someone recognizes you, you’ll be dead!” Cloudnose protested.
“Only Scourge and his four enforcers saw me,” Firestar responded. “Brick tells me that it’s difficult to keep track of who all is in the Blood…”
“…So it’s hard to say if anyone besides them knows about you,” Ravenwing finished. He sounded marginally more confident.
The Clan’s outrage settled a little, the surface of it slowly crumbling to reveal what Firestar knew was really there: fear. He didn’t blame them. It was a terrifying prospect to him, too, as much as he wanted to keep them happy and promise he’d be fine.
“Trust me, I know it’s dangerous,” he said soothingly. “But, personally, I think it’s more dangerous to reject any possibility of allies who can help us scare off the Blood for good. And really, it’s not just scaring them off. Brick wants the Blood completely dismantled, and he’s willing to risk his own life to make that happen. Why shouldn’t we at least try to make that happen when the opportunity presents itself?”
“I think you should do it.”
Firestar looked down to his left. Cinderpelt had limped up to his side and was balancing on her good back leg, the front ones leaning her against the stump. Her bushy, burr-covered tail wagged excitedly.
“In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to,” she said. “I saw more earlier than just you coming to the border with a buddy.”
Perfect: approval from the seer herself. He stepped slightly to the side and gestured for her to jump up on the stump with him, which she quickly did as he asked, “What else was there?”
Cinderpelt expertly answered him while speaking loud enough for everyone to hear in an air like she hadn’t meant to be overheard. “You’re to look for a calico molly with the stars in her eyes. She’ll have a small red daughter, and both of them are going to be our path to success.”
Mutters and grumbles, but the Clan looked reluctant to argue against messages from StarClan itself.
“If you’re caught, we’ll lose the most vital member of ThunderClan,” Greystripe said, quiet but clear. “Even if StarClan sent a sign, it’s still…”
“Dangerous,” Firestar agreed. “I’m willing to take the risk and place my faith in StarClan’s message. I promise, the instant I get what we need, I’m coming home. There’s no point in lingering and making you all worry.”
“You make us worry anyway,” Frostfur sighed. “But… if StarClan sent something to Cinderpelt…”
Conversation coursed through the crowd like a wave, hitting the end of the group and rebounding back, splashing into other ideas and rippling off again. Firestar gave Cinderpelt a grateful blink and she winked at him with a beam.
“Then it’s agreed?” he said to the Clan. “In two days, I’ll be meeting with Brick and heading out into the Aulmir. Is everyone fine with that?”
They very obviously weren’t exactly thrilled, but they all sighed or mumbled affirmation.
“Thank you all for placing your trust in me.” Firestar bunched up to jump back down onto the ground. “Continue your business!”
He half-expected to be crowded by cats demanding that he stay home, but except a good number of mournful looks at him like he was already dead and a couple cats muttering things like, “This is suicide,” or, “Stars help him”, he was allowed to walk to the prey-pile in peace and fetch himself Mousefur’s mole.
The sun wasn’t quite up yet, but by the time Firestar was chewing on the last foot of his meal, cats were slowly making their ways to their dens and wishing each other sweet dreams. With that loneliness tugging him towards the warriors’ den, Firestar got to his feet and walked out of camp, heading to his nest. He curled himself, flopped down, and shut his eyes, ready to stew all morning again—
“Hey, Firestar?”
He blinked and lifted his head. Greystripe and Ravenwing’s heads had parted the newly-grown lichen curtain, and they were looking at him with hesitant anxiety.
“Hey,” Firestar said, surprised. “Something up?”
“Well…” Ravenwing took a few steps into the den, Greystripe following. “We thought you might like some company today. Since… since you might be lost in a few days.”
Greystripe nodded. “And we miss sharing a den with you. We know you miss that, too.”
Firestar’s ears warmed sheepishly. “I– I mean, I do, but it’s not horrible.”
The anxiety in Greystripe’s eyes left to give his friend a deadpan look. “Dude, you look like you’re being sent to die alone in the woods every time you go to bed for the day. Don’t think we didn’t notice your slink.”
Ravenwing twitched his whiskers. “So why not come see you?”
Firestar had a faint notion that he should protest, that he should insist that as leader, he was fine and he could take the isolation. The rest of him wondered why he would even bother to do that. Tradition? Because Bluestar did that too? And how well did it go for her?
“I’d like that,” he said quietly. “Thank you. Er– that moss there isn’t big enough for both of you, maybe—”
“Nope. Move over.” Greystripe stepped into Firestar’s nest and plopped down beside him.
Firestar was too surprised to do anything but obey him, scooting and changing positions so he could share the thankfully larger nest with his friend. He then squeezed into Greystripe to let Ravenwing settle down on his other side. It took some shuffling, but they managed to find a comfortable position of Greystrpe curling around the edge of the nest, half-circling the other two with Firestar in the center and Ravenwing looped halfway around him.
There was silence for a moment, Firestar basking in the warmth and companionship, before his inner thoughts escaped him and he murmured, “I miss just being a warrior. Getting to sleep in the same den as everyone else, and just being talked to like I’m nobody special, and talking to others at Gatherings…” He lowered his head onto his paws. “And hanging out with you guys.”
Greystripe pressed his cheek against Fireheart’s.
“It can’t be easy,” Ravenwing replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to help with that. I wish I did.”
“I’m sorry you had to step up like this so early in your life,” Greystripe added, also muted. “You’re doing great, but… it’s still not fair.”
Something in Firestar’s chest broke. He had the sudden urge to wail like a kit, pour out a deluge of regrets and fears and grief. He instead burrowed deeper into the nest of warmth and comfort his friends made, shut his eyes tight, and tried not to shake.
---
Evening came, and with it, anticipation. Firestar tried to occupy himself with breakfast, but had barely finished when Dustpelt came into view with his former and current apprentices, Thornclaw and Bramblepaw, flanking him.
“You’re not in trouble,” Dustpelt told a nervous-looking Bramblepaw patiently. “Just stay in for a moment and I’ll come back for you. Have some prey, alright?”
Bramblepaw’s oversized feet tip-tapped nervously, but he shuffled over to the prey-pile, glancing at Firestar as Dustpelt approached him with Thornclaw.
“I was thinking we could talk outside,” the deputy said promptly. He didn’t make an obvious gesture, but something in his face and tone made it clear what he wanted to talk about.
Firestar stood up. “Let’s go.”
Thornclaw looked between them with an unusual lack of confidence and an unsurprising amount of confusion. Firestar just crooked his tail and led the toms out of camp.
No one said anything until they were a good ways into the woods and camp was no longer visible. Then Firestar turned, sat down, and tilted his head at Dustpelt: Do you want to start?
“You may have noticed that we’ve been giving you a lot of duties lately,” Dustpelt began, sitting down beside his leader. “Escorting Firestar and leading patrols, and so on.”
Thornclaw stayed standing, rod-straight and rod-stiff. “Yessir, I have.”
“The reason for that,” Dustpelt continued, “is that we’ve been considering having you replace me as deputy when the time is right.”
Thornclaw jolted, staring between his superiors with huge hazel eyes. Firestar managed to restrain a chuff at the sheer shock distorting his face.
“It’ll be a while,” Firestar added. “We want to give you time to completely raise an apprentice and gain some experience in life. But, if you’re willing and eager, I’d be very pleased to have you serve under me as second-in-command once you’re ready.” He raised a paw in an easing gesture, preemptive. “You’re free to think about it for some time, and you don’t have to say yes. We just think you’d be an excellent replacement for Dustpelt. You did learn from the best.”
Dustpelt poorly restrained puffing out his chest, leaving his fur to flare a little.
Thornclaw looked from leader to deputy, mouth open and occasionally working soundlessly, like he had many words to say and they were all dying on his tongue. Firestar encouragingly blinked at him, waiting patiently until Thornclaw was able to get a sentence out.
“Me?” he managed. “With-- with my st’mbling overwords?”
Firestar nodded once. “I was chosen despite my size and personality. You have much more of what ThunderClan is looking for, and I think you’d balance me out.” His eyes creased. “I am a bit too nice for my own good sometimes.”
“But…” Thornclaw stared at Dustpelt. “But don’tchu want to be deputy?”
Dustpelt shrank a little, his fur no longer fluffing out. “To tell you the truth, no, never. Whitecloud wanted us to lead together, so we did. But I made Firestar promise to replace me as soon as we had someone with potential.” His eyes shone as he regarded his former apprentice. “And that someone is you.”
“What do you think?” Firestar asked. “Would you like to take some time to consider it?”
Thornclaw looked down at the ground, his back legs sitting heavily like they’d given out. His fluffy tail, fur coming together into a sharp point at the end, tapped quietly as he thought. Firestar and Dustpelt said nothing, letting the young warrior wander about in his head, until he finally looked up.
“You both knew my father, right?” he said.
Firestar’s heart twinged painfully at the memory of Lionface. “Yes, we did.”
Another pause, and then, hesitantly, Thornclaw said, “I nev’r got to know him. Jus’ had Mira to tell me what he was like. She’d say, like… ‘He was a wond’rf’l deputy, and he would be so proud of all of you if he was here’.” His face sank a little into melancholy. “I didn’t think he would be. Not of me, when I talk like… like an idiot that can’ keep fr’m slippinnup my words.”
“That’s not—” Dustpelt started. Firestar tapped him with his tail and gave him a look, and he fell silent.
“He’d be proud of Snowshade, doing so well even though he’s deaf,” Thornclaw went on, the words coming quicker as he continued. Firestar suspected this had been on his mind for a long time. “He’d be proud of Tornface, surviving a dog’ttack. He’d be proud of Brackenfur, being so nice an’ helpf’l and impressing other Clans at Gatherings.” His face went even sadder. “But me? I don’t have friends. I have my brothersan’ sister, and my mira, but they have others too. I fight well, but I can’t talk to anyone without…” His voice went so quiet that Firestar could barely hear him. “…without hating my stupid voice.”
Firestar looked at Dustpelt out of the corner of his eye. The deputy looked heartbroken. Thornclaw must not have talked to him about this.
“I fight good, but tha’s it. Tha’s all I have.” Thornclaw looked back up at them. “I dunno if Arpam would be proud of me as I am. No friends or stories or confidence.” He hesitated, then, slowly, a bit of fire came into his eyes. “But… but maybe he’d be proud of me if I follow’d ‘im, and served my Clan like he did. Like my mentor does.”
The heartbreak left Dustpelt’s expression, his own eyes shining with affection. “You already make me proud. Me and your mother and your siblings.”
“Then I can mak’em more proud. Them’n you.” Thornclaw stood up, tall, magnificent and with a mane that shone regally like his father’s always had. Determination settled on his face. “And being deputy, when I’m ready to lead… I think thassa good way to do it.”
Firestar’s chest warmed with relief and joy. “That’s wonderful to hear, Thornclaw. ThunderClan would be thrilled to have you as deputy.” He stood up too. “Now, to get you started, when they’re ready to become apprentices, we’ll give you your pick of Rainkit or Sootkit. Whoever you want, whoever will help you learn and grow too.”
“Hmm…” Thornclaw set his jaw to the side thoughtfully. “Think maybe whichever’s gunna be harder. Maybe Rainkit. He causes lotsa problems, and Sootkit follows him.”
“Good choice,” Dustpelt said, rising with the others. “He’ll teach you more than any other apprentice. And I know you’ll do well.”
“Get to know him in the meantime,” Firestar added. “It’ll be good to build that rapport as early as you can.”
Thornclaw’s eyes lit with excitement. “I will.” He paused. “Issat all?”
“That’s all.” Firestar flicked his tail. “You’re free to go. I’ll go back to camp.” He looked at Dustpelt. “Are you coming back for Bramblepaw? I can send him out here to join you.”
“That’d be good,” Dustpelt said. “Showing Thornclaw how to mentor was my plan for the night. By the time we’re done, the border patrol should be back.” He frowned. “I suppose your friend is keeping his rogues from attacking our borders, given how little we’ve seen them.”
“I hope so.” Firestar sighed, then turned back towards camp. “I’ll see you two later. Stay safe out here.”
Returning well wishes were tossed his way as he trotted off. He allowed his tail to jump around in excitement when he was close to camp again, thrilled at how well the conversation had gone. He was already imagining discussing hunting plans and encouraging Thornclaw to raise his voice more when meetings came around.
He entered camp and, to his surprise, Bramblepaw was already standing by the tunnel with his sister, evidently waiting for him.
“You’re still not in trouble,” Firestar said warmly, touching his nose to his brother’s bowed forehead, then Tawnypaw’s. “Dustpelt wanted me to tell you to go out and join him and Thornclaw for training.”
“Oh!” Bramblepaw deflated a little, but seemingly with relief. “Okay. Good.”
Firestar tilted his head. “How is training going, by the way?”
“He’s a good fighter,” Tawnypaw said flatly. “But he won’t knock anyone down. Just dodges and taps a lot.”
“I don’t want to hurt anyone, is all,” Bramblepaw said sheepishly. “I’m just really big and heavy, and if I fight too hard, they could get bruised or cut up or—”
“You’ll be fine,” Tawnypaw said. “Fight with Thornclaw. That’ll be fair.”
“I… I can maybe do that.” Bramblepaw waved his tail in a jittery fashion before scurrying out of camp.
“And how’s your training going?” Firestar asked Tawnypaw.
She rolled her shoulder. “Fine.”
He wasn’t going to get anything else out of her—he knew that by now—so he just purred. “Good. Let me know if anything comes up, alright?”
“Sure,” Tawnypaw replied.
Firestar was tempted to ruffle her head-fur, just to tease. She looked like she knew he was thinking about it, going by her suspicious squint and turned-back ears. He elected not to irritate her with more physical contact and moved on, heading towards a sleeping Goldenflower and Aspencloud, nestled together.
At the sight of them, loneliness stabbed him again. This time, though, it was softened by some padding around his heart. The memory of his friends staying with him made it a lot easier to swallow.
i really like how we’re getting a slowburn deconstruction of clan culture/the separatist nature of the clans, re: riverclan softening up a bit by greystripe showing he actively wants to be a part of his children’s lives and the positive effect it’s had on them. i don’t think the clans have ever been able to even conceive that the father of half-clan kits would want to be involved with their kids partially because the circumstances for someone to prove they can love their kits *and* their clan hasn’t presented itself until now.
all this to say 1) you’ve somehow made greystripe one of my favorite characters and 2) the implications of how this might be setting up for the second arc are not lost on me and i am very excited to see what y’all do with it
I wish I could respond to this in a satisfactory way, but I risk spoilers, especially for the second arc. Just know I'm reading this with a big ol' grin on my face.
Prefix anon here. I tried sticking to species plausibly found in England. Sorry if any oddballs slip through. Freshwater fish: Barbel - light brown or grey-brown (Barbus barbus), Tench - golden-brown or golden (Tinca tinca) Mammals: Boar - dark brown (large) (Sus scrofa)
Hit the readmore for further prefixes. It's a long one.
Butterfly prefixes:
Brass - dark tortoiseshell (Diachrysia chrysitis)
Buff - cream or golden (Spilartica luteum)
Dart - dark tortoiseshell/gray/or brown tortoiseshell (Euxoa)
Eggar - cream or golden-brown (Malocosoma)
Cinnabar - red-black tortoiseshell (Tyria jacobaeae)
Ermine - white (Spilosoma urticae)
Lappet - golden-brown (Gastropacha quercifola)
Olive - ginger or red-brown tortoiseshell (Ipimorpha subtusa)
Tussock - dark tortoiseshell (Colocasia coryli)
Tortrix - golden or brown tortoiseshell (v. Archips), possibly
Monarch - black-red tortoiseshell - (Danaus plexippus) - most readers prob recognize monarchs as butterflies but might still sound too humany - like admirals, emeralds, daggers, ect. Why I didn't include others.
Bird prefixes:
Chiffchaff - gray-brown and white (Phylloscopus collybita)
Crake - brown spotted tabby (Porzana porzana)
Fulmar - gray and white (Fulmarus glacialis)
Hobby - black-red calico (Falco subbuteo)
Petrel - black (w/ some white) (Hydrobates pelagicus)
Puffin - black and white (Fratercula arctica)
Skua or Bonxie - dark brown or brown (Stercorarius skua)
Smew - black and white or gray tortoiseshell (Mergellus albellus)
Snipe - brown and white (Gallinago gallinago)
Teal - gray tortoiseshell (Anas crecca)
Tern - black and white or gray and white (Sternula albifrons)
Whinchat - tortoiseshell (Saxicola rubera)
Misc. animals even I'm iffy on:
Noctule - dark brown or dark tortoiseshell (Nyctalus noctula) - cats might lump all bats into one
Pipistrelle (dark brown or dark tortoiseshell) (Pipistrellus) - cats might lump all bats into one
Slider - mottled brown or dark tortoiseshell - Trachemys scripta is invasive in UK
Worm - brown (Anguis fragilis) - I think more of earthworms than the legless lizard
I've got so many plants. Starting with those that sound too long to be prefixes but might work as loner/housecat names:
Angelica - white
Cinquefoil - golden
Cordyalis - white
Gladiolus - dark ginger
Helleborine - ginger, white and ginger
Saxifrage - golden or golden-brown
Plants prefixes:
Agrimony - golden or brown (Agrimonia procera) or pale ginger (Eupatorium cannabinum)
Aconite - blue-gray (Aconitum napellus)
Arum - dark brown or ginger (Arum maculatum spadix or berries)
Asparagus - brown/light brown (A. officinalis grows wild in the UK)
Azalea - ginger or tortoiseshell (Kalmia procumbens)
Balm - white or pale ginger (Melittis)
Basalm - cream or golden (Impatiens noli-tangere)
Brome - golden, yellow, or pale ginger (Bromus)
Bryony - white (Dioscorea communis)
Calamint - white or pale gray (Clinopodium)
Celery - white or cream (Apium graveolens) C
elandine - golden or ginger (Ficaria verna)
Centaury - golden or tortoiseshell (v. species)
Clary - blue-gray (Salvia)
Columbine - blue-gray (Aquilegia vulgaris)
Crambe or Kale - white (Crambe maritima)
Crocus - white or blue-gray (Romulea columnae)
Currant - black
Cyperus or Galingale - light brown, brown, or reddish-brown (Cyperus longus)
Dittany - white or ginger (Dictamnus albus)
Dodder - ginger or ginger and white (Cuscuta epythmum)
Fescue - light brown (Festuca)
Gentian - white or pale gray (Gentianella)
Germander - ginger or tortoiseshell (Teucrium)
Gromwell - white (Lithospermum)
Iris - yellow/golden (I. pseudacorus) or blue-gray (I. foetidissima)
Lily - white, yellow, or golden (various species inc. Convallaria majalis)
Leek or Ramsons - white (Allium ursinum)
Lupin - cream (Lupinus arboreus)
Madder - white (Sherardia)
Marjoram - ginger or white and ginger or tortoiseshell (Origanum vulgare)
Melick - light brown (Melica uniflora) or dark brown/black (Melica nutans)
Medick - golden (Medicago lupulina)
Mullein - golden, white, or tortoiseshell (v. Verbascum)
Mustard - white (Turritus glabra)
Myrtle - dark ginger or reddish-brown (Myrica gale)
Naiad - light brown or reddish-brown (Najas marina seed pods)
Plantain - white or ginger and white (flowers of v. water-plantain species including Alisma)
Osier - golden or golden-brown (Salix viminalis)
Orpine - dark ginger, pale ginger, or white (Hylotelephium)
Rue - white, cream, or golden (Thalictrum flavum)
Samphire - golden (Crithmum maritimum)
Sanicle - white (Sanicula europaea)
Spignel - brown or golden brown (Meum athamanticum)
Spurge - golden or brown (v. Euphorbia)
Spurrey - ginger or ginger and white (Spergularia)
Squill - blue-gray (Scilla)
Tutsan - golden or black (Hypericum)
Vetch - white, blue gray, or yellow (v. Vicia)
Weld - golden (Reseda luteola)
Whin - golden or tortoiseshell (Genista anglica)
Dollof - white; alt. name for meadowsweet (Filipendula)
Melde - white or cream (Chenopodium album), alt name for goosefoot
Bent - light brown, brown, and golden brown (v. Agrostis species) - iffy because I think of the adverb before the grass
Hop - white or pale cream - Humulus lupulus is a legit UK plant but I mostly think of the verb
Lettuce - golden (Latuca virosa) - I can only think of salads
Pink - pale ginger - v. Dianthus species
Scabious - blue-gray - v. species but it sounds very... scabby
Stock - tortoiseshell, white, or pale gray (Matthiola)
And that's all I got! Sorry for the spam.
Man, you weren't kidding when you said you had a lot of prefixes! Thank you for taking the time to share these. Lynx and I will look them over and see which ones we'll use.
I hate correcting customers who call me ma'am and miss and honey over the phone, because only about 30 percent of the time do they apologize and start calling me sir, while 70 percent of the time they double down assuming I was trans and continue misgendering me on purpose to show how little respect they have for me as a human being. "Thank you, MISS."
I'm a cis man, for the record.
Whenever I correct someone and they keep it up, I simply refuse service. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're completeley booked up the day you wanted. Yeah, no, we're booked up on your backup dates too. Looks like our next opening isn't until, hmm, mid-November. Oh, but it doesn't have enough beds for your party. We could probably fit you in around New Years, but you'd have to change rooms every day. You might wanna try [more expensive motel] a few blocks north of us, they might have vacancies. Have a good day."
I've been able to dodge what few complaints we've gotten so far because they all tell my boss that they just spoke to a very nasty woman, and she has no idea who they're talking about. "You must have dialed the wrong number, because I'm the only woman here, and I didn't talk to you." That PISSES THEM OFF, and she doesn't understand why they respond with "well we've been staying there for years, but we're never coming back." They think she's protecting me, an afab trans man, and are disgusted by it, but from her perspective they're just crazy people who are complaining about made up bullshit; it doesn't even cross her mind that they're talking about me. Why would it?
My boss is like 70 or 75, and was a Republican until 2016. It's never come up in conversation, but something tells me she wouldn't exactly be a trans ally. I'm in a weird position here, and it's hilarious.
I know I’m a very very small account at the moment but if anybody ever has any Hazbin Hotel art requests?? Doodles or small scenes or even simple comics, please send them my way; I’d love to have some extra inspiration
If it’s not too much to ask, since we don’t have a full lexicon yet—what are all of the kinship terms used by the Clans? We’ve seen mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, uncle, and aunt, but not brother, sister, sibling, cousin, child, son, and daughter, I think. Similarly, do the Clans have words for concepts/familial relationships that don’t have a translation in English?
In order!
Mother: Mira, Mi as the diminutive
Father: Arpam, Aram as the diminutive
Grandmother: Primira, Primi as the diminutive
Grandfather: Pamarpam, Pampam as the diminutive
Uncle: Eparme
Aunt: Raprem
Brother: Emar
Sister: Ramae
Female Cousin: Ramche
Male Cousin: Ermach
Son: Areime
Daughter: Meira
We sadly have not created any gender-neutral words for family members, for some reason. That'll be next on our to-do list.
On the topic of generic suffixes, I imagine sometimes it might be a freedom from expectation! A -whisker might feel some personal guilt when prey is scarce and cats are going hungry. A cat from a family with long legs who are gifted runners/leapers/climbers might jump at the chance to pick an appearance name over -foot. It’s all subjective!
Was Bilberry inspired by a character that existed in canon at all, or was he totally new?
Bilberry is Fritz the kittypet! Lynx tried really hard to find names that would fit him and his mother the same "Fritz" and "Mitzi" do, but we ended up just using plants.
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