#fallen--child

[google-drawings-warriors]

His pelt and eye colors are (mostly) the inverse of his mom’s, who is here.

[coppercookie]

Fallen Leaves

"No! I must stay here! If I leave, how will my mother know where to find me? She'll come for me one day. I know she will."

[warriorcatnames]

Fallen-

Traditional meaning: Applicable to all appearances 

Cats who use it:

Fallensnow

Other: N/A

[google-drawings-warriors]

We’re at the F’s already. I have drawn 285 cats (including this one). My post with the largest amount of notes is Bigteeth with 222.

And I’m really grateful for all the support! I love you all and thank you for all the nice things you’ve said to me.

But at the end of the day, I’m doing this whole blog in the hopes that people use my designs. And so far, nobody has :(

I’m not angry whatsoever, so please don’t take it like that. It’s just a bit discouraging is all.

Anyways, rant over. Back to normal designs. (Sorry Fallensnow!)

[his-finale]

@fallen–child wanted a starter!

The flower had been sitting there for some time now, quietly sobbing. Through his moment of sadness though, he hadn’t noticed the human approach him as he muttered things like ‘stupid’ and 'idiot’ under his breath.

[devoted-royal-scientist]

@fallen--child Continued from X

Gaster chuckled as Petals’ face lit up and she asked wordlessly to be lifted. 

Setting down his burden on the bed he scooped up the child and sat back down with them in his lap. “I hope you haven’t been too lonely.” He said, stroking their precious brown locks back out of their eyes. “You look better than last time, you’re feeling a bit better then?”

He vividly recalled his time trapped in the lab strapped to machines and felt wholly obligated to ensure Petals’ time was not as lonely as his had felt. It hadn’t been as bad as the Void-- nothing could be as bleak and isolating as an endless expanse of nothingness... but without someone around it could feel just as horrid.

“I brought a treat-- I know you like monster food but I tried a human recipie this time.” With his magic, Gaster waved a hand in the air and swirled the cloth-covered, rectangular pan towards Petals with an unnecessary flourish. He pulled the cloth away and the smell of warm, sweet bread filled the room. “I hope you like pumpkin bread.”

And he hoped Alphys would let the child have some. He didn’t think to ask.