#redflash

[red-flashes]

i love when i randomly get notes on this blog and its someone just going through all these posts like yes come to the dark side welcome to the crack ship

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I have a feeling at least one of firesands current litter is gonna end up trans- bc of that "toms for now" thing in a previous ask, hmmmmmm 🤔

🤔

what :) ever :) gave :) you :) that :) idea :)

[coldbrewandphotography]

by  sashaelage - Sasha Elage  

Dreaminging in Pink

[jasxntxddx]

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

                                  But you know what I am.”

[texts-of-light]

Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Ic-01 Hanoi

[franartz]

don’t pretend you don’t like

im trash

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Well if we're doing ship polls now-

Which of Alder's Favorite Ships Do You Like?

ElderMistle

RedSoot (See: ThunderClan's current kits)

CinderLizard

DarkCherry (Berries!)

NightScraps

ReedDawn

ShortStorm (can u guess?)

Cliffside (tis a secret ;) )

Voting ended onMay 26, 2023

FireSand is left out because we all know they da best we have the poll to prove it

Same with CopperDawn they would annihilate the poll

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I WENT DEAD FOR LIKE WEEKS BUTIM PRACTICALLY VIBRATING SO EXITEXTED TO READ THIS NEW CHAOTER

tomorrow <3333 it comes out tomorrow here's a snip from each PoV:

1

Sandstorm was awake when he entered, watching their kits with a troubled look on her face, before it cleared as she caught sight of him.

“Firestar,” she meowed. He didn’t reply, too exhausted to say anything, and instead collapsed at her side, a weak purr leaving his throat as her muzzle brushed against his own. “They’re alright,” she murmured. “Redkit got a little waily last night, but he was just feeling a little hungry.”

Firestar felt a smile pull at his muzzle. “That’s good…” he sighed. “I’m glad they’re okay.”

2

3

…Hm.

Perhaps there was something.

Scourge tilted his head. “Or,” he said, dragging the pause out as the ThunderClan cats looked at him, abruptly hopeful, though cautiously so, “there is one favor you could do for me.”

Firestar’s ears flicked, intrigued, but wary. “What is it?”

4

She shivered, shaking a paw out and watching the black-brown gunk fly. It was like wet mud, but it smelled ten times worse, and stained her pretty, shiny pelt. The acrid scent invaded her nostrils, painfully so, making her wrinkle her nose.