Dog snuffles Door, enters, mind on warm hands and room for little else
She turns- “How could it shut behind my cheerful tail!”
And so she cries, fear and confusion
And so we go,
She rushes in, I shepherd her out
She knows no world in which she leads herself. Only one where exists my feet to walk by, voice to comfort, presence to fix
And so I fix
I latch That Door
And save her from her own simplicity
I am bitter.
Currently making a clay nativity scene of my warrior cat ocs. I have never been more excited
American Kestrel (Falco sparverius), male, family Falconidae, order Falconiformes, found over a great deal of North America and South America
photograph by Steve Rose (@stevenrosephotography)
I don’t think I’m a happy person yet. But I am a hopeful one.
My ocs that I never draw!! This is technically them before they meet, so Blake has her grown out bleach and Aaron has his long hair. I might finish the trend, who knows.
My ability to recognize a warrior cat solely by its fan art is out of your measly comprehension
I’ve been bored all day so I decided I had to make my own version of THE warrior cats reference. Fight scenes are fun I should do them more often. These guys are just battle training btw, they’re friends! At this point anyways (what would a wc story be without a little murder)