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I have some more to add..but I'm working on these hehehe ^^
I might colour..I mean, I'll try to! *______________*

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you guys!~~I love your OCs a lot~~ sorry for butchering them here! T uT ////
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well, since dA was down for a bit, I drew this~~ XD <33

Fahren encounters a dark mass in between the shadows of the pillars while walking down the corridor of the palace.

As she approaches, she notices it is human-sized...it's not an animal -- it's a woman!

She notices the food is also....human.. ; Q ; !!

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so yeah, there's Mercy eating corpses at night again ; 7 ; ))
I don't know if she'll ever break the curse on herself~~
Or will Fahren and Celsus help her to do it?

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more headshot spam (is probably gonna come XD)
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This base is free for you to use, there is no need to ask me TO use it. Unless it is bolded that it is said to not use, then it is free. (And I'm pretty sure I'd never do that unless it was some sort of personal base only for a few people.) If you DO use, credit me. I don't care what this is used for, as long as you do not claim the base that was made by me as your own. It is not required that you link back with the finished product, but it would be nice. Have fun and take your damn time.
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This base is free for you to use, there is no need to ask me TO use it. Unless it is bolded that it is said to not use, then it is free. (And I'm pretty sure I'd never do that unless it was some sort of personal base only for a few people.) If you DO use, credit me. I don't care what this is used for, as long as you do not claim the base that was made by me as your own. It is not required that you link back with the finished product, but it would be nice. Have fun and take your damn time.
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This base is free for you to use, there is no need to ask me TO use it. Unless it is bolded that it is said to not use, then it is free. (And I'm pretty sure I'd never do that unless it was some sort of personal base only for a few people.) If you DO use, credit me. I don't care what this is used for, as long as you do not claim the base that was made by me as your own. It is not required that you link back with the finished product, but it would be nice. Have fun and take your damn time.
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Original Image Copyright (C): ~Kardeen

What is this? A redline is when one artist draws over another artist's work as a teaching tool to point out mistakes and give advice. These redlines were solicited by the original redline owner as a way of learning - and were given freely, no credit required. If you are interested in getting a redline, check out my weekly redline journal (usually posted on friday) to sign up! Rules are listed there.

I hope other artists are able to glean useful information out of this :3
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Original Image Copyright (C): ~Zyphergale

What is this? A redline is when one artist draws over another artist's work as a teaching tool to point out mistakes and give advice. These redlines were solicited by the original redline owner as a way of learning - and were given freely, no credit required. If you are interested in getting a redline, check out my weekly redline journal (usually posted on friday) to sign up! Rules are listed there.

I hope other artists are able to glean useful information out of this :3
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Original Image Copyright (C): ~Minako008

What is this? A redline is when one artist draws over another artist's work as a teaching tool to point out mistakes and give advice. These redlines were solicited by the original redline owner as a way of learning - and were given freely, no credit required. If you are interested in getting a redline, check out my weekly redline journal (usually posted on friday) to sign up! Rules are listed there.

I hope other artists are able to glean useful information out of this :3
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“You may drink water, but you may not eat for three days. On the last, you will not feel starvation in your stomach. You will feel it in your blood and your soul. To be Alisian, you must understand that hunger.”

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Faminan.” Starvation - 079/100 Themes.

Having grown up outside of Alisian society, Rivek was never taught to properly control of his power. Uncontrolled dark-mages go on rampant killing sprees. Through Mirab’s coercion, Rivek begins training with an Alisian priestess, Athe. She has techniques that let her control her energy absorption rate at will, thus giving her maximum control over her dark-magic abilities. This control means she can both live for long periods of time without sustenance as well as suck someone’s life-force out completely. As a priestess, it is her duty to teach these techniques to others. And the first step is to experience, understand, and accept what is considered monstrous: the dark-mage body and its infinite hunger for magic.

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Mirab AIlinar, Rivek AIlinar, and Athe Amorek belong to Grace Fong, :iconfictograph:
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The body had to be disposed of. Sorian ran his hands along the axe handle. There was only one thing you could do to get rid of a corpse in the frigid north. Burn it. But before anything could be burnt, it had to be moved somewhere you could start a fire. He positioned his axe over its shoulder and removed its arm.

Vendelain watched, shaking his head. “Don’t you think this is a little extreme?”

“This is practical. If we do not relocate the body, then it will freeze over. Segmenting it is merely the most efficient means of transport.” Sorian dropped the ax down onto the dead man’s hip, severing the corpse’s thigh. One day, he hoped there would be a very different black-blood under his blade, preferably one who grew feathers. He leveled his axe at the body’s throat.

“I worry for you, sire.” Vendelain sighed. “This is growing into an obsession.”

“I would not classify my actions as ‘obsession,’ Vendelain. I simply accomplish the goals that I set.” Sorian raised the axe above his head and let it drop. The loosened head rolled sideways. He picked it up by the hair, letting the black blood drain onto the snow.

“Nonetheless, I still care, and I still worry.”

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Nemion.” Obsession. - 071/100 Themes.

Ha! Sadists don’t listen to voices of reason! It's anyone's guess who the body is.

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Sorian Aljannen and Vendelain Feyr belong to Grace Fong, :iconfictograph:
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Hopefully, this wouldn’t take too long. Dulaine placed his hand on his sword. A gong sounded. He drew.

They circled at first. Dulaine scanned the prince from the north. Sorian wore a suit of plate armor tooled into a lion’s head. A red gorget ringed his neck, matching the ruby in the pommel of his sword. As he moved, the blinding sun glanced off his shoulders. Every step he took with determined placement. He wrapped and unwrapped his fingers around his sword hilt, bristling with impatience. Luckily, he was maybe five inches shorter and half as broad as Dulaine.

Let him come to me, Dulaine thought. He was right. Sorian raised his sword over his head. Dulaine could see him strain to accommodate their height difference. It didn’t take much to bring his own weapon up to parry the blow. Sorian fell to the right, following the weight on his weapon. Dulaine kneed him swiftly in the chest and sent him into the ground.

He lifted his leg to deal him another blow, but Sorian rolled away. Dulaine’s foot came down onto solid earth, and he stumbled forward trying to regain his balance. This moment was all that Sorian needed to return to his feet, sword ready. Maybe this would be more difficult than Dulaine originally predicted.

They exchanged blows. As one struck forward, the other blocked back. Despite Sorian’s size, the man’s attacks showed years of disciplined training with a resolve hardened by an icy climate. This dance would go nowhere.

With a lucky strike, the flat of Sorian’s blade landed on Dulaine’s thigh. He grunted, suddenly made aware of how heavy his iron garments were. He had to end this quickly. He redoubled his efforts, throwing more force behind each blow. Although Sorian blocked each one, he was forced to fall back. And all Dulaine needed was to push him out of the ring.

Sorian’s foot skirted the white line painted in the grass. Dulaine could almost smell his desperation as he raised his sword above his head. Seeing the opening, Dulaine raised his in turn.

He struck downward. Sorian twisted his sword to shield his head. His arms shook as he held off the attack. Sparks flew into the stands as the blades ground against each other.

But Sorian’s arm slipped. The ruby-hilted sword fell away, and Dulaine landed a blow on the prince’s helmet. Sorian crumpled to the ground, holding his head.

The announcer raised a white kerchief above his head to signal the end of the match.

“Wait!” Sorian cried. He ripped his helmet off, revealing a diagonal gash across his forehead. Blood dripped into his eyes and down his neck. The color matched his gorget. He struggled to his feet and picked up his sword. “I am not done.”

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Vizir rubea.” Seeing Red. - 086/100 Themes.

Introducing a new character who isn’t even in the drawing! Dulaine Whitebark is the captain of the Tyrisis guard and a childhood friend to Princess Willow. He doesn’t like anyone getting near her (specifically especially morally ambiguous feather-heads named Rivek). But what he hates even more is stupid, foreign princes who seem to think it’s totally fair to win her hand in a stupid tournament.

But as we know, Sorian never gives up.

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Sorian Aljannsen and Dulaine Whitebark belong to Grace Fong, :iconfictograph:
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Yet another sexy horse. This time it's a mare, don't have a lot of mares. xD


Name: Luthien
Nickname: Lucy
Sex: Mare
Age: 20 years
DOB: February 5th, 1993
Breed: Hanoverian
Height: 17 hh
Color: Black
Markings: Blaze, stocking on hind right leg
Personality: Aggressive, determined, stubborn, politely firm and persuasive, contemplative, intelligent
Bio: Luthien was born into a high prestige horse stable on the border of Kentucky and Indiana. Her parents were well known in the dressage, racing, and jumping circles. She was raised well and lived a happy life. She was thought to be just as good as her parents, when her training began. She enjoyed herself and was the sweetest horse at the stables, earning the nickname Lady Lucy. At three years of age, she competed in her very first jumping event. She won effortlessly, as she did with the rest of the competitions she entered from then on. This earned her yet another nick name; Lucky Lucy. She out-shined her parents and was the pride and joy of her owners. Luthien had become quite proud of herself as well, still very sweet, but now more of a refined, proper lady. Well into her career, around age six, she was bred to another well known jumping stallion, and together they bore a beautiful bay colt. He was named Luthien's Pride, and he was. She adored him more than her winnings, more than her fans, and more than her job. She cherished the time they spent together, because she knew that one day he would be taken from her to pursue the career of his grandparents, just as she had. However, she couldn't have imagined how fast that time would be stolen from her.
A few days before Pride was scheduled to begin his weaning, a stranger appeared at the stables, and had a heated argument with Luthien's owner. None of the horses paid any mind to it, but their owner kept a close eye on them and added an extra lock to their stalls, as well as several security cameras inside and outside the barns. Yet again, the horses paid no mind and lived on without a worry. But not a week later, someone broke into the stables. The horses were completely taken aback and several were stolen including Pride. Luthien put up a fight to stop the intruders, and they managed to restrain her, but she was too strong for them. Just as they had loaded Pride into a trailer, Luthien came barreling out of the barn doors. Not one of the thieves stood in her way as she gathered up Pride before running straight out of the open gates. They ran as fast as they could for as long as they could, soon making their way into the Indiana hills and plains. Luthien, however, did not take into account that Pride was being weaned. Being a domesticated animal, she had no idea how to forage for food or find fresh water. Because of this, they both grew weak and thin. She knew they wouldn't last long and she began trying to find more humans. They stumbled across a small town and were captured by a veterinary clinic. However, the vet could not get Pride to eat. He was too weak and had to be put down. After realizing her foal was gone, Luthien grew angry and sad, lashing out at the vets and the volunteers.
Eventually, she was adopted out, but she was always brought back due to her uncontrollable temper. She was distraught over Pride's death, and didn't know who to blame. She was so angry at her humans for letting this happen, but also so very angry at herself for being stupid enough to think they could survive in the wild. She wouldn't let anyone ride her and if someone did manage to get on her back, she would either buck them off or lay down and roll in the dirt. At age twelve, the clinic staff thought she may never settle anywhere every again, until an older man visited. He said he'd pay handsomely for her, and no one protested. After a tiring load up into a trailer and a long road trip, Luthien was taken to a small stable in Kentucky. Little did she know, that this stable was owned by her previous owner. At the time, she didn't recognize him; he'd grown older, portlier, his hair had become whiter and he'd grown a beard. After the break-in, he relocated to a smaller property and sold some of his horses, to instead, start a rehabilitation center. He planned to re-humanize and re-train her, hoping that she might remember him and what she used to be in time.


OPEN FOR BREEDING! *Payment: 20pts and one full body breed pic*






All art and character is © *MatrixPotato and is not to be copied, traced, or used without permission.
Design © ~WolfgirlsAdopts wolfgirlsadopts.deviantart.com… (Given to me by ~Falon-Pride<3)
Reference is © ~BlueBird-Stock bluebird-stock.deviantart.com/…
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My very first deer character!! :la: I adopted this beaut from ~U-Adopts maybe a week or two ago and I've been working on this picture since I got him. I wanted to finish the last few things and upload it between the other pictures I had to draw. xD



BASIC INFO:

Name: Akili
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years ("Mane" grows in at 3)
Height: 4'8 @ shoulder
Weight: ~850 lbs
Breed: Sambar deer
Personality: Akili is very skeptical and is always thinking logically. He's very intelligent and can learn things quickly or on the fly. He always assesses a situation before reacting and is usually very calm, but can get annoyed when others are being illogical. He prefers to be clean, but will get dirty if there is no other choice. He can be seen grooming himself often and his favorite past time activity is to people-watch. He is either described as elegant, or snooty by others who are meeting him for the first time.



All art © ~TheWatchingSunrise
Design © ~U-Adopts
Reference © ~DigitalDreamersStock
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I couldn't sleep last night, so I stayed up and did this. I thought it was time that these two had their own references. They've never had formal ones, so there ya go!
And YES, they are twins. I hope it's easy to see the differences between the two. Physically, Rom takes more after their father (the Friesian) and Mel takes more after their mother (the Mustang), but Rom got the Mustang hair and Mel got the Friesian hair! Rom is also the same height as their father, and Mel is .5 hands higher than their mother. I also changed up their designs a little, to make it more realistic in a way. They needed a revamp, so I completely changed Roms colors, but Mels basic colors are all the same, just added a few more.



Name: Romulus
Nickname: Rom, Rommie
Age: 5 years
Breed: 50% Kiger Mustang, 50% Friesian
Height: 17 hh
Sex: Stallion
Color: Liver Chestnut (one white sock on right hind leg)
Personality: Headstrong, stubborn, short-tempered, impulsive, very cautious/hard to befriend, however once you gain his trust, you'll never lose him as a friend, gentle around mares and foals


Name: Melody
Nickname: Mel
Age: 5 years
Breed: 50% Kiger Mustang, 50% Friesian
Height: 15.5 hh
Sex: Mare
Color: Flaxen Chestnut (one white sock on left hind leg)
Personality: Bubbly, kind, easy-going, trust-worthy, honest (sometimes bluntly), fun-loving, very very easy to befriend, good judge of character, very forgiving

Sire: TBA
Dam: Keira

NEITHER AVAILABLE FOR BREEDING EVER
NOT SORRY :)






References © ~ponystock ponystock.deviantart.com/art/P… // ~LarissaAllen larissaallen.deviantart.com/ar…
All art © *MatrixPotato and is not to be used in any way without my direct written permission.
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I'm not going to hear the end of this huh? Sigh, oh well =w=

It's based on the game Ib, in the game the roses represent life. With every petal that falls the closer one is to death.. Just pointing that out

Benedict - :icondapperdeku:
Art - Moi
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Wisty got scared by something =w=; most likely Seki or Kayne were the cause of it

Wisty and art - Moi
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Too tired to type a decent description soooo.. Enjoy!

Art - Mine
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Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrsorysosyrosryorrosyosyrorosyrosyrosysorry!!! :nuu:

Sigh... I never meant to take this long to put the next page up.  Sometimes I just... struggle with finding the right thing to talk about next, and the right way to say it, and a new pose for Bubbles, and... gah!  Just—sorry!

That said, I always try to put a little curve in the legs whenever they're in a casual position.  It helps the eye see which way the leg (and thus the body) is facing.

"Visual ambiguity" refers to when the brain doesn't get enough information to tell how it should interpret something.  A good example would be an optical illusion like this:
cubes 3 by monopatin

Adding that leg curvature helps avoid this confusion.  The brain sees what we want it to, without having to focus on resolving any ambiguity, letting it soak in the drawing as a whole.
Not all visual ambiguity is bad, though; some companies put in a lot of effort to make their text/graphics logos look like two things at once.

Next I'll talk about the arms—they do much the same thing, but the rounder side indicates the elbow/wrist.
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That's right—after only a week, another page of the tutorial is up! (I'm as shocked as you are.)

I began this one just trying to figure out what Bubbles might wear. I mean, Blossom wore her classic two-piece, so Bubbles could have as well, but since we've got a new model, it felt appropriate to have her in new apparel. A couple ideas came to mind (including one with frills that I tried to draw), but I eventually settled on a nice, basic one-piece with a racing stripe down the side. Bubbles just seems like the type to prefer her midriff covered. Once that was settled, I figured I'd try drawing her light trail. After that, the text was pretty much copied and pasted from a text file I typed up last week, and by this time, the whole thing was 90% done. So I might as well finish it, I thought. A few dimensions later, and here we are.

That said, on with the tutorial!

You'll notice that her legs are rounder on one side and flatter on the other. This makes it easier to see which way her legs are facing. The rounder side is the side with the knee. Also, in poses where she's flying or attacking with her feet, the legs can be stretched to almost any length, as long as it's not overly comical. Without having drawn such a pose, I'd estimate stretching the leg up to twice its normal length would keep it looking dramatic yet plausible. Any more than that and it may border on implausible.

I honestly didn't expect to get another page up so soon. Hopefully the next page is just as timely! (No promises... ^^;)

EDIT: If this is Bubbles' favourite swimsuit, it should have some pizzazz. So I gave it some in the form of white trim. :aww:
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After drawing the eye outlines, the next thing I usually draw is the hairline. It can take a few tries to get it right, but the important thing to remember is to always give it a bit of a curve. Also, as a general rule, I start between the eyes, making the hairline there parallel to the angle of the head, and curving it up (or down) from there.

Sorry if this page doesn't seem as polished as the others. I kinda forced myself to make this one. I've been having some minor issues with my new software and new computer, and I don't know for sure if either one is the culprit yet. Anyway, I started this page in Illustrator, then had to start again in PaintShop Pro. Needless to say, I got a little frustrated. ^^; I hope it still looks okay.
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I blame :iconkaymurph:'s style for the start of all this, more of her stuff: [link] :heart:








:iconwhispwill: once asked me how I did this style :icononionloveplz: So I did a tutorial for her... and also might as well show you guys some secrets I used :iconheeplz:





Hopefully it'll be handy to you all! 8D :happybounce:
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... for my character Vezz :meow:



I'll be doing this kind of stuff for a while until I get back my full art motivation to draw more :D
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Supposed to go along with this below, I just sorta forgot to upload it here xD





Character & Art(C):iconphuijl:
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"The bitch would. Really. I'll whop her ass before she can get up again. Then she won't be talking shit anymore. Don't care if I get in trouble, the fucker got what she deserved. Bitch. Pff. If she fucks with me or you, I'll fuck up her life. Period."
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"Greyhound' by Swedish House Mafia
Listen to this song :'D It be awesome >3<

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Wanted to practice my anthro style <: so decided to draw Syron. :dummy:

Also a gift for :icondansyron:


For being one of my biggest inspirations for the longest ^ ^ :icongawwplz:
I really admire his work and want to color like him one day ;v; It's take a while lol OTL

Syron was quite fun to draw :'D enjoy drawing his bangs and those helix crystals that follows him ;w; They're so awesome :iconiwantitplz:




Anyway, enjoy this craptastic gift from me, Dan :iconlazepoolplz: Hope you like ;u;




Step by step: [link]


Syron (c) :icondansyron:
Art (c) :icondawnvalentine101:
Brushes (c) *redheadstock
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"Oh sweet, I got a naked Kaiser for my birthday! :3"
"Haha even better, now that I got a naked Andy :3c"

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Birthday gift for :iconxxgracelessxheartxx: :heart:

It's my Cherry juice's birthday tomorrow so I just had to draw her something~
cuz she's the best guys :iconlazycryplz:
one of my best buddies and she's just awesome :iconwhatdoesitmeanplz:
Better come to Cali again >:I so we can PAAAARTY! 8DD
Hope you have a wonderful birthday Cherry! ;w;
Best b-day wishes from me to you love! X3 :heart:
<33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

So enjoy neked Kaiser and Andy in ribbons 83~:heart:



Andy © :iconxxgracelessxheartxx:
Kaiser & Art © :icondawnvalentine101:
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FINAL OWNER: =Elesette!


She now belongs to ~MrsChristmas c:

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My character for ~Raging-Tides, a she-cat named Glassface. She's my first she-cat ever; hope it goes well. If not I'll just make her into a tom and be done with it for foreversville. x3


Name
Glasskit Glasspaw Glassface

Gender
Female

Breed
Turkish Van x Russian Blue

Rank
Deputy

Personality
[Responsible] l [Determined] l [Stubborn] l [Clever] l [Understanding]

[Responsible]: Always making sure that her duties are done and done right the first time, she is never one known for skimping out on what she needs to get accomplished. If she is given a task, especially by the medicine cat or her leader, she would rather be sent into exile than return with it unfinished.

[Determined]: Glassface always seems to have a great passion about what she assumes herself with, and isn't one for giving up on something or someone until she sees it resolved or she gets done what she wants. To her, every problem has at least one solution - she has taken it upon herself to find those solutions.

[Stubborn]: When push comes to shove, I can bet you a hundred bucks that she's not the one moving. Inherited almost directly from her father, she has a unique ability to dig in her paws and wait out any amount of storm; get in an argument with her and you have no choice but to repent eventually.

[Clever]: A very intelligent she-cat, her mind is just as fleet of foot as she is, and she doesn't often come across a problem that she can't solve after a moments' thought. She loves working out puzzles and mapping strategies; the only problem is finding someone who will listen to her well-planned devices.

[Understanding]: Although she is a figure of authority and a spearhead of the clan cats beneath her, Glassface is still a she-cat, and has a great deal of empathy to share with those who need it. She knows the power of emotion, and what that power can reap on the soul of an individual - therefore, she is very conscious of how others are based, and can better understand her clan by simply taking a moment to ask them how they're faring.

Brief History
Born an aspiring young kitten with only the best intention, Glasskit was certainly something in her own right. She grew up with her single father after her mother died in birthing, along with her sister, Beechkit. Spunky and adventurous, she was always impatient to get outside of the nursery and explore, pretending that she was some sort of amazing deputy as her father, Silverear, was at the time. In her eyes, the deputy position was the highest rank of honor and dignity...it had been her passion since the very beginning that she would someday stand in her father's place.

She and her family lived well for a lengthy amount of time. She was reaching the midpoint of her warriorship when her father, now elderly, took on greencough one winter; he struggled through it and was on the road to recovery for a week or so before passing away peacefully in his sleep. Her sister, elder by just a few seconds, was the first to be chosen for the deputy position, but declined due to fear of leadership - Glassface was given the position, and she now serves proudly after her father, hoping to one day be revered to her kits as he was to his.


Relationships
:bulletred::bulletred::bulletred: Despise / Has a death wish against
:bulletred::bulletred: Loathe
:bulletred: Hate
:bulletorange::bulletorange: Notable distrust
:bulletorange: Neutral
:bulletyellow: Acquaintance
:bulletgreen: Positive acquaintance
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Friend
:bulletblue: Good friend
:bulletblue::bulletblue: Best friend
:bulletpurple: Notable respect
:bulletpurple::bulletpurple: Honours and submits to
:bulletpink: Crush
:bulletpink::bulletpink: Prominent solitary crush
:bulletwhite: Love
:bulletwhite::bulletwhite: Cannot live without

Glassface Fun Facts
:bulletblue: She was named Glassface because when she was born, her eyes were a clear, almost silver blue, like the surface of clean glass - however, after receiving a blow to the face from an enemy cat's claws and therefore a network of scars across her face, she was named Glassface, as it appeared as though her face shattered like glass.

:bulletblue: Her sister, Beechfur, drowned in the ocean towards the beginning of Glassface's term as deputy; she misses her sister, but the two hardly got along, so she doesn't find herself haunted by her absence.
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My third and final character for #Raging-Tides, a loner named Jenner~ I actually really like his design...it's simple, but it still gives him the kind of idea I wanted him to show. c:


Name
Frostkit Frostpaw Frostheart Jenner

Gender
Male

Age
3 years

Rank
Kit Apprentice Warrior Loner

Breed
Tuxedo cat (bicolour)

Orientation
Asexual

Personality
[Charming] l [Liar] l [Insincere] l [Manipulative] l [Gunshy] l [Untrusting] l [Corrupted] l [Delusional]

A WHITE-IVORY GRIN
[Charming]: A romanticist and a flirt, Jenner is often considered a bit of a love addict, and is known for swindling lonely hearts to play with them for a while. He has a very adaptive sense of attraction, and can shift his tactics to capture almost anyone's attention. If you were to ask some of his past victims, they'll say that it's almost a natural sense of predatory instinct - some cats are addicted to hunting for prey, Jenner is addicted to senseless romance.

LIKE THE SCORPION AND THE FROG
[Liar]: Jenner is riddled with pseudologia fantastica, otherwise known as pathological lying. A development that began when he was forced to lie to keep his love a secret, he kept telling cover up after cover up until he was trapped in an endless spire of lies that even he had difficulty keeping up with. But after he was exiled as a loner and he no longer had to keep up with the intricate web he had created, he grew to miss it, almost as if going through withdrawal... He now lies as a source of adrenaline, sometimes without meaning or even wanting to.

AS REAL AS A SCARECROW
[Insincere]: Coupled with his instinct to lie, it's very difficult to find a time where Jenner is being completely genuine; in fact, when cats trust him it's most likely when it's not particularly safe to do so. He loves using smoke and mirrors to create illusions, sometimes enough to where he doesn't know when some of his own thoughts are sincere or not. This causes him to ponder a lot, spending long periods in silence simply wondering the legitimacy of his own opinions.

ALL THE STRINGS
[Manipulative]: Jenner's favoured situation is when he is in complete control of all that surrounds him. Granted, this doesn't happen all the time, which he accepts as it comes...but he takes great lengths to understand how a cat's mind works so that he can venture to guess their reactions to other unrelated situations, so he often knows just what to say in order to get what he wants from others. When he can't control someone, he often gets irritable and frustrated, often leading to spurts of violence.

TILL DEATH DO US PART
[Gunshy] l [Untrusting]
Ever since being betrayed by his lover, he's been very wary of any real relationships, and when one of his victims actually begins to show genuine, long-lasting interest in him, he begins to show great amounts of very powerful paranoia - eventually he simply begins to distance himself from them, not even trusting them enough to speak to them in fear that he'll get attached and, thus, be hurt once more. But he wouldn't dare tell anyone this; he'd rather die than let anyone know this single secret of his.

A SWEET TASTING POISON
[Corrupted]: Upon being exiled from the clan, Jenner's heart grew black with malice for the cats who had turned their backs on him. Because of this, he no longer believes in Starclan or anything related to the warrior code; he sees all warrior cats as untrustworthy vipers (quite hypocritically), and if he came across one who was drowning, he wouldn't even think twice before walking away. After all, they hadn't helped him in his time of need...why should he return an ungiven favour?

WITHOUT A TRACE
[Delusional]: He is under the impression that his life is in ruins because of Caveclan, not because he was foolish enough to fall in love with a rogue...in his anger towards the clan he's completely convinced that he's founded, and can't seem to understand that the fault is his own.

History
Jenner was born to two respected Caveclan warriors. Named Frostkit for the fluffy white fur covering his body, he had a normal enough childhood; his parents didn't die when he was younger, and his littermates all survived through winter and were as healthy as he was. However, Frostkit did have a very peculiar sense of adventure...he had been told stories of the rogues prowling about in the darkness beyond camp, and warned of their wickedness and cunning. However, these stories of their demonic intent only served to kindle in Frostkit a grim curiosity, and he promised himself that he would one day confront a rogue and live to tell the tale.

Moons passed, and he became Frostpaw. Friends came and went, seasons past, and between apprentice duties and many nights of sleep he had long since forgotten his dark ambition to meet a rogue. He decided that it was only fodder for a young kitten's imagination, thus stowing it away in the recesses of his mind. He instead set his eye on the deputy position of Caveclan, doing his best to live an honest and humble existence so that someday he could take the place. An uneventful apprenticehood later, Frostpaw became Frostheart, known for how betraying his name was in relation to his kind and gentle soul...until his childhood aspiration revisited him to come true.

He was on a hunting patrol when she came to him. Frostheart had strayed from the rest of the cats to follow a strange, unfamiliar scent when he came across a slender, black she-cat, injured and helpless on the jungle floor. She was nameless, and her soft, shining pelt held no scent of any clans; the fur on the back of his neck suddenly stood at attention: this cat was a rogue. Frostheart was about to yowl an alert that there was an intruder on the premises when, upon closer inspection, he saw that her back leg was brutally injured...needless to say, when she looked at him with beautiful emerald green eyes, the tom's heart went out to her.

Frostheart was roped into the dealings of secrecy. Every night under the cover of darkness he would awaken, creeping past his sleeping clanmates to bring the injured rogue a small meal. Little by little, conversations would be whispered between them, and little by little the tom fell for her. She was a gentle soul, kind and compassionate, and so beautiful that her presence inspired Frostheart to hear an angelic choir... The situation changed over time, eventually to the point that he would sneak out to see her whenever he could. Her scent became like a drug for the tom, her voice like the tender smoke of opium...by the end of the first month that the two knew each other, they had fallen deeply in love, with absolutely no question that they belonged together.

However, this didn't bode well for Frostheart. The leader of Caveclan at the time noticed how little interest in the clan the tom had, and how the quality of his hunting and social life had steadily declined over the last few weeks. He confronted Frostheart about it, asking him where his time had been devoted as of late; the snow white tom, without even thinking about it, blurted out a lie, saying that he had been simply been tracking large amounts of prey that would pay off in the end. The issue was dropped, but the more time passed, the more increasingly suspicious the leader grew of Frostheart's activities. One night, a Caveclan agent followed an unknowing Frostheart out of the clan, who in turn lead him straight to the root of his affair with the rogue.

Caveclan's leader was furious. He approached Frostheart the following morning, snapping a torrential rain of questions at him in heated interrogation; why was he betraying his clan? Why didn't he tell any of the others about the rogue living on their territory? Frostheart stammered for an answer, and in the end couldn't give one...he was exiled from the clan for his relations with the she-cat, ordered never to return and live out the rest of his life as a loner. Frostheart's pride was damaged, but he padded into the forest without much of a fight, looking only to be consoled of his loss next to the soft, warm fur of his beloved...but she had suddenly vanished, leaving no traceable evidence to where she had gone.

Frostheart's soul was crushed. He yearned to forget about the black rogue by whatever means possible, his heart turning darker than his lost love's pelt in the process - he changed his name to 'Jenner', a name that means 'cunning', and swore to never trust another as long as he lives. Some say that he baits she-cats into romances to prove it to his lost love that his heart is still the same...however, it is more likely that he's consistently trying to distract himself from the thought of the mysterious black she-cat that shattered his life. Will be rewritten eventually.

Relationships
:bulletred::bulletred::bulletred: Despise / Has a death wish against
:bulletred::bulletred: Loathe
:bulletred: Hate
:bulletorange::bulletorange: Notable distrust
:bulletorange: Neutral
:bulletyellow: Acquaintance
:bulletgreen: Positive acquaintance
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Friend
:bulletblue: Good friend
:bulletblue::bulletblue: Best friend
:bulletpurple: Notable respect
:bulletpurple::bulletpurple: Honours and submits to
:bulletpink: Crush
:bulletpink::bulletpink: Prominent solitary crush
:bulletwhite: Love
:bulletwhite::bulletwhite: Cannot live without


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My third and final character for #Raging-Tides, a loner named Jenner~ I actually really like his design...it's simple, but it still gives him the kind of idea I wanted him to show. c:


Name
Frostkit Frostpaw Frostheart Jenner

Gender
Male

Age
3 years

Rank
Kit Apprentice Warrior Loner

Breed
Tuxedo cat (bicolour)

Orientation
Asexual

Personality
[Charming] l [Liar] l [Insincere] l [Manipulative] l [Gunshy] l [Untrusting] l [Corrupted] l [Delusional]

A WHITE-IVORY GRIN
[Charming]: A romanticist and a flirt, Jenner is often considered a bit of a love addict, and is known for swindling lonely hearts to play with them for a while. He has a very adaptive sense of attraction, and can shift his tactics to capture almost anyone's attention. If you were to ask some of his past victims, they'll say that it's almost a natural sense of predatory instinct - some cats are addicted to hunting for prey, Jenner is addicted to senseless romance.

LIKE THE SCORPION AND THE FROG
[Liar]: Jenner is riddled with pseudologia fantastica, otherwise known as pathological lying. A development that began when he was forced to lie to keep his love a secret, he kept telling cover up after cover up until he was trapped in an endless spire of lies that even he had difficulty keeping up with. But after he was exiled as a loner and he no longer had to keep up with the intricate web he had created, he grew to miss it, almost as if going through withdrawal... He now lies as a source of adrenaline, sometimes without meaning or even wanting to.

AS REAL AS A SCARECROW
[Insincere]: Coupled with his instinct to lie, it's very difficult to find a time where Jenner is being completely genuine; in fact, when cats trust him it's most likely when it's not particularly safe to do so. He loves using smoke and mirrors to create illusions, sometimes enough to where he doesn't know when some of his own thoughts are sincere or not. This causes him to ponder a lot, spending long periods in silence simply wondering the legitimacy of his own opinions.

ALL THE STRINGS
[Manipulative]: Jenner's favoured situation is when he is in complete control of all that surrounds him. Granted, this doesn't happen all the time, which he accepts as it comes...but he takes great lengths to understand how a cat's mind works so that he can venture to guess their reactions to other unrelated situations, so he often knows just what to say in order to get what he wants from others. When he can't control someone, he often gets irritable and frustrated, often leading to spurts of violence.

TILL DEATH DO US PART
[Gunshy] l [Untrusting]
Ever since being betrayed by his lover, he's been very wary of any real relationships, and when one of his victims actually begins to show genuine, long-lasting interest in him, he begins to show great amounts of very powerful paranoia - eventually he simply begins to distance himself from them, not even trusting them enough to speak to them in fear that he'll get attached and, thus, be hurt once more. But he wouldn't dare tell anyone this; he'd rather die than let anyone know this single secret of his.

A SWEET TASTING POISON
[Corrupted]: Upon being exiled from the clan, Jenner's heart grew black with malice for the cats who had turned their backs on him. Because of this, he no longer believes in Starclan or anything related to the warrior code; he sees all warrior cats as untrustworthy vipers (quite hypocritically), and if he came across one who was drowning, he wouldn't even think twice before walking away. After all, they hadn't helped him in his time of need...why should he return an ungiven favour?

WITHOUT A TRACE
[Delusional]: He is under the impression that his life is in ruins because of Caveclan, not because he was foolish enough to fall in love with a rogue...in his anger towards the clan he's completely convinced that he's founded, and can't seem to understand that the fault is his own.

History
Jenner was born to two respected Caveclan warriors. Named Frostkit for the fluffy white fur covering his body, he had a normal enough childhood; his parents didn't die when he was younger, and his littermates all survived through winter and were as healthy as he was. However, Frostkit did have a very peculiar sense of adventure...he had been told stories of the rogues prowling about in the darkness beyond camp, and warned of their wickedness and cunning. However, these stories of their demonic intent only served to kindle in Frostkit a grim curiosity, and he promised himself that he would one day confront a rogue and live to tell the tale.

Moons passed, and he became Frostpaw. Friends came and went, seasons past, and between apprentice duties and many nights of sleep he had long since forgotten his dark ambition to meet a rogue. He decided that it was only fodder for a young kitten's imagination, thus stowing it away in the recesses of his mind. He instead set his eye on the deputy position of Caveclan, doing his best to live an honest and humble existence so that someday he could take the place. An uneventful apprenticehood later, Frostpaw became Frostheart, known for how betraying his name was in relation to his kind and gentle soul...until his childhood aspiration revisited him to come true.

He was on a hunting patrol when she came to him. Frostheart had strayed from the rest of the cats to follow a strange, unfamiliar scent when he came across a slender, black she-cat, injured and helpless on the jungle floor. She was nameless, and her soft, shining pelt held no scent of any clans; the fur on the back of his neck suddenly stood at attention: this cat was a rogue. Frostheart was about to yowl an alert that there was an intruder on the premises when, upon closer inspection, he saw that her back leg was brutally injured...needless to say, when she looked at him with beautiful emerald green eyes, the tom's heart went out to her.

Frostheart was roped into the dealings of secrecy. Every night under the cover of darkness he would awaken, creeping past his sleeping clanmates to bring the injured rogue a small meal. Little by little, conversations would be whispered between them, and little by little the tom fell for her. She was a gentle soul, kind and compassionate, and so beautiful that her presence inspired Frostheart to hear an angelic choir... The situation changed over time, eventually to the point that he would sneak out to see her whenever he could. Her scent became like a drug for the tom, her voice like the tender smoke of opium...by the end of the first month that the two knew each other, they had fallen deeply in love, with absolutely no question that they belonged together.

However, this didn't bode well for Frostheart. The leader of Caveclan at the time noticed how little interest in the clan the tom had, and how the quality of his hunting and social life had steadily declined over the last few weeks. He confronted Frostheart about it, asking him where his time had been devoted as of late; the snow white tom, without even thinking about it, blurted out a lie, saying that he had been simply been tracking large amounts of prey that would pay off in the end. The issue was dropped, but the more time passed, the more increasingly suspicious the leader grew of Frostheart's activities. One night, a Caveclan agent followed an unknowing Frostheart out of the clan, who in turn lead him straight to the root of his affair with the rogue.

Caveclan's leader was furious. He approached Frostheart the following morning, snapping a torrential rain of questions at him in heated interrogation; why was he betraying his clan? Why didn't he tell any of the others about the rogue living on their territory? Frostheart stammered for an answer, and in the end couldn't give one...he was exiled from the clan for his relations with the she-cat, ordered never to return and live out the rest of his life as a loner. Frostheart's pride was damaged, but he padded into the forest without much of a fight, looking only to be consoled of his loss next to the soft, warm fur of his beloved...but she had suddenly vanished, leaving no traceable evidence to where she had gone.

Frostheart's soul was crushed. He yearned to forget about the black rogue by whatever means possible, his heart turning darker than his lost love's pelt in the process - he changed his name to 'Jenner', a name that means 'cunning', and swore to never trust another as long as he lives. Some say that he baits she-cats into romances to prove it to his lost love that his heart is still the same...however, it is more likely that he's consistently trying to distract himself from the thought of the mysterious black she-cat that shattered his life. Will be rewritten eventually.

Relationships
:bulletred::bulletred::bulletred: Despise / Has a death wish against
:bulletred::bulletred: Loathe
:bulletred: Hate
:bulletorange::bulletorange: Notable distrust
:bulletorange: Neutral
:bulletyellow: Acquaintance
:bulletgreen: Positive acquaintance
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Friend
:bulletblue: Good friend
:bulletblue::bulletblue: Best friend
:bulletpurple: Notable respect
:bulletpurple::bulletpurple: Honours and submits to
:bulletpink: Crush
:bulletpink::bulletpink: Prominent solitary crush
:bulletwhite: Love
:bulletwhite::bulletwhite: Cannot live without


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