#silverstep

[depressed-sock]

Argent may regret this decision…

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i don’t look back much as a rule

but your memory is here

and i’d like it to stay

silverstep, mother to morningfrost and raindance. you didn’t mean for you life to end up this way.

[swanface]

mini jaggedclan

underneath the cut is a post containing little chibis of each cat in jaggedclan.. i made the lineart recently and created multiple adaptions to fit different sorts of fur lengths, ear types, injuries. you can find nettleclan here, and creekclan here.

you are free to do whatever you wish with these…use them, admire them, print them out and pin them to a dartboard…whatever you’d like!

adelaide

batsong

bella

darkfeather

drizzlekit

falconpaw

frecklecloud

eris

goosepaw

leafpaw

oak

mulberry

owlpaw

mantis

pigeonlight

rainbelly

minktuft

tumblestar

tully

tawnykit

wildeye

sweetwind

starlingkit

sootfern

silverstep

runningmist

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Threeclans Hypos

I put together cats that I thought would make for interesting designs! It was pretty fun to do~!

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I want to draw some new designs, but I had to draw this sad lady again.

When I originally designed Silverstep, she was just a character to fill in a family tree. But, she’s become more of a self-insert now.

My boyfriend recently betrayed my trust. I had trust issues to start that I was working on, and I was doing really good, so it was quite a shock. He feels terrible and is dedicated to trying to regain that fragile trust, but I mostly just feel lost right now. So anyways, that’s why Silverstep is being drawn again even though I need to work on other stuff.

[cheesycafe]

I need to redesign Creeksong and Silverstep so badly.

[echoise]

oops i made another one

i’m Invested in Vi and Argent now ok

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Cheiloproclitic - f!sidestep/lady argent?

cheiloprocliticbeing attracted to someones lips.

“You have fetish,“ Vi hums, eyes glued to the pocket mirror in her hand. The other poking at her lip, swollen and red, the wound on it crusted over.

Angie furrows her brow, fingers stopping where they trace over pale skin: white scars and orange lines all the same. “No I don’t.“

“Oh, but you do.“ Vi smirks and vinces, the motion stinging her bit lip. “Otherwise you wouldn’t keep doing this.“

“Careful.“ Angie smiles up at her, silver fingers elongating into sharp claws, caressing skin hard enough to leave white lines, but not tearing it. Yet. “Or I might do more than just bite you.“

Vi snaps the mirror shut, green eyes homing in on silver skin. The loose blond hair flows over her shoulder as she cocks her head to the side, grin widening despite the pain. “My lady, is that a promise?“

“It is if you keep calling me lady,“ Angie growls, lunging forward, catching Vi’s wrists in her hands and wrangling her down on the bed. Vi squeals and laughs, even when silver lips meet pale pink ones, even when the pain turns it into pained gasps. But the lips are soft, there are no teeth this time, and she lets Angie hold her down, enjoys the weigth of her on her.

“That’s absolutely a fetish,“ Vi grins when Angie finally pulls back, licking her lips.

Angie releases one of her wrists to bring a hand to her face, once again declawed fingers brushing softly over the split lip. She huffs a smile at the slight flinch it gets her.

“Keep telling yourself that, little flower.“