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Pastelkit peeked her furry head out of the nursery. She saw her mother, Deerfur, at the fresh-kill pile with Pastelkit’s father Swimstar, leader of RiverClan. A rush of pride surrounded her as he bounded to the entrance of his den.
“May all cats old enough to swim gather to hear my words!” At her father’s call, the whole of RiverClan surrounded him. Elders shifted closer to the entrance of their den. Adderkit, Fallowkit, Mintkit, Dandelionkit, Frecklekit, Ratkit, Ferretkit, Newtkit, and Otterkit blocked Pastelkit’s vision.
“Seriously?” Pastelkit’s sister Leafkit rolled her leaf green eyes. “He’s our father!”
Blossomkit jumped from the crowd of snooping kits, “Can’t you ever have fun, sis?” she giggled. “Hey, you guys! Make way for my littermates, please!”
The kits happily obeyed. A few had nervous glints in their eyes as Leafkit led them to where they could see Swimstar clearly.
“RiverClan,” The white tom began, “StarClan has showed Flowerheart a sign. It is time for RiverClan to receive a new medicine cat. Ping,”
The dark grey tomkit flinched. He wasn’t Clanborn, instead a rogue kit who had been abandoned, mistaken for dead after being attacked by a fox. He had lost one of his back paws.
Swimstar’s mismatched eyes seemed skeptical, but his voice held hope. “StarClan has chosen you to be a medicine apprentice. You will now be known as Flypaw.”
The Clan hesitated. Flypaw’s tail twitched nervously. Springpaw walked toward him, and sat at his side. Flypaw gave her a thankful, shy smile.
“He is apart of RiverClan.” Swimstar’s tone was calm. “He will be treated as such. Flypaw! Flypaw!”
“Yeah, Flypaw! Flypaw! Flypaw!” Blossomkit joined in with a smile.
“Flypaw!” The kits followed her example. Soon, the entire Clan had joined in. Flypaw looked excited to have his new clanmates yowl his name. His smile grew wider when Springpaw whispered something in his ear.
Swimstar hung his tail for silence. As the shouting died down, amusement hid in his unmatching eyes. “Congratulations, Flypaw, but we have another matter to discuss. Brightclaw, come into the clearing.”
The she-cat walked out of the elders’ den, though she wasn’t an elder. She had darkish green eyes, darkish brown fur, and a darker stripe going down her back. Her eyes were calm, but her claws unsheathed. She was lithe and young.
“Yes?” She hissed through gritted fangs.
“You may return to your warriors duties.” Swimstar announced. Gossip rippled for a moment before Brightclaw meowed a reply.
“And?” Brightclaw hissed. “Our deal?”
“Indeed,” Swimstar glanced to Deerfur. “You will be her mentor.”
Brightclaw seemed satisfied. “Thank you, Swimstar.”
He only nodded to the she-cat. She took a spot in the crowd, eyes casting glances at her.
“That is enough.” Swimstar decided. “Clan dismissed.”
They broke out into smaller groups. Pastelkit wondered what was so bad that Brightclaw had gotten her privileges revoked. She knew that Brightclaw was one of the strongest warriors in RiverClan; so what was so disloyal that something changed?
“Kits!” Deerfur’s growl snapped Pastelkit out of her thoughts. “Back into the nursery, now! All of you!”
Pastelkit sheepishly obeyed, fear keeping her from speaking. Blossomkit stuck her tongue at her mother while Leafkit dragged her.
“What happened?” A brown tomkit asked.
“Brightclaw got back her warrior duties, and Ping was made into Flypaw the medicine apprentice.” Leafkit told their brother.
Rabbitkit’s light brown eyes stared off into the distance. They landed on Deerfur, who was bickering wordlessly with an uninterested Brightclaw.
“There’s tension between them.” Rabbitkit saw. “I’m going to find out what it is, no matter what I do.”
Leafkit laid down with a yawn, “Don’t get into drama, Rabbitkit.”
Blossomkit leapt next to her, falling on her paws sleepily. Rabbitkit joined them. Pastelkit was right behind him.
“We won’t be kits forever.” Pastelkit mewed. “We’ll know the drama soon enough.”
Blossomkit snuggled on Leafkit’s fur. “Soon isn’t close enough,” the grey she-kit sighed.
Pastelkit creeped out of the nursery. Her littermates stared excited and wide-eyed at the RiverClan camp, flooded with the shadows that the night offered.
“This isn’t a good idea,” Pastelkit whispered, careful not to wake the sleeping Clan.
“This, my dear sister,” Leafkit swung her tail happily. “Is the best idea in the history of the lake.”
“What if we get attacked?” Pastelkit asked.
Rabbitstar nudged her. “Then we alert the Clan. It’s okay, Pastelkit! We’ll be here.”
“Stop fussing!” Blossomkit jumped around, shivering at the cold ground. “It’ll be fine! Lead the way, Rabbi—”
“What do you think you doing?” A pale brown tom shot out of the warriors’ den, stopping next to the kits in a low growl.
“S-Smokeclaw!” Blossomkit shrunk as he towered over them. She crawled behind Rabbitkit, yet by a slight shove, he left her in Smokeclaw’s sight. Blossomkit squeaked and ran to Pastelkit’s side. Rabbitkit stepped to face the warrior.
“We’re making dirt.” The brown kit stated.
Tabbyleap appeared next to his friend. “Wait… Rabbitkit, Leafkit, Blossomkit, and—” His gaze stopped on Pastelkit.
“Are these toms giving you trouble?” Heatherpelt lightly brushed her fur against Tabbyleap.
“They were trying to escape camp!” Smokeclaw hissed.
“Oh, you’re so uptight! This is you-know-who’s kit, after all.” Heatherpelt’s eyes glinted. “Let’s give them something to remember.”
“No! No way!” Smokeclaw protested. “We almost got busted last time we did something for that one, now we have to do it again?”
“Almost, Smokeclaw. Almost.” Tabbyleap stepped closer to his mate, “I agree with Heatherpelt. We promised him we’d take care of that one, remember?”
“I,” A new voice meowed. The she-cat slipped next to Smokeclaw, making his eyes widen at her. “Approve of this.”
“Brightclaw, no,” Smokeclaw shook his head. “You just got back. We are not losing you again.”
“What’s life without risk?” Brightclaw licked her paw, “Besides, I’m that one’s you-know-what.”
“Why are you speaking in code?” Rabbitkit asked.
“Is that one the reason you got banned?” Leafkit pressed.
“Can we go now?” added Blossomkit.
“Because,” Brightclaw answered.
“Perhaps,” Smokeclaw hissed.
“And absolutely!” Heatherpelt started to run. The older cats followed her, Brightclaw taking the spot of lead in a second. The kits ran after them.
“Where we heading?” Rabbitkit bounded next to Heatherpelt.
“Somewhere,” Heatherpelt smiled.
Rabbitkit gave her a look, but she was preoccupied with flirting with Tabbyleap.
“Hey, who’s your mate, Brightclaw?” Blossomkit kept leaping after the brown she-cat’s tail.
Brightclaw’s face shadowed. “I don’t have one anymore.” there was a squeak at the end of her sentence.
“Anymore?” Leafkit echoed.
Brightclaw nodded. “That’s right.”
“Where’d he go?” Rabbitkit tilted his head.
“Quiet, all of you!” Smokeclaw snapped. “Or else!”
Blossomkit padded away from Brightclaw, taking a spot next to Rabbitkit. Leafkit walked faster to match their pace. Pastelkit stepped away from the three.
This is a bad idea, She knew. Why are they letting us go?
Pastelkit cursed the grown-ups. They were supposed to force the kits back into the nursery, not let them explore the territory! It was almost dawn; the Clan would be waking up. Soon Pastelkit’s mother would find they were gone, and Swimstar would realize his warriors’ absence. All of them would be gravely punished.
Suddenly, Brightclaw was at Pastelkit’s side, matching her slow steps and studying her expression.
“Are you alright, Pastelkit?” Brightclaw eventually asked. “You’re not as excited as your brother and sisters.”
Pastelkit didn’t answer for a moment. She had always been the less talkative one, the quiet kit. She didn’t enjoy getting to know others. She felt no need for friends to laugh with. She already had three built-in friends, her littermates. Why did she need anyone else?
“Yeah.” Pastelkit let out, ever so cautiously. “Blossomkit is the most eager for literally everything. I don’t know how she does it. It’s not like Deerfur or Swimstar are ever happy. Maybe it’s from our grandparents or something.”
Brightclaw’s gaze shifted to the ground. “Speaking of those two… is Deerfur and Swimstar good to you?”
“As good as they can be,” Pastelkit shrugged. “They don’t really have a lot of time for us. Deerfur pays more attention to my littermates. Swimstar visits us, but… he’s almost as bad as her.”
“Have they told you they love you?” Brightclaw pressed, her eyes back on Pastelkit’s pelt. “They’re your parents. They must love you.”
Pastelkit shook her head. She saw Brightclaw’s claws extend, but Pastelkit didn’t react. The she-cat reluctantly sheathed them back in.
“You’re a good kit, you know that?” Brightclaw’s voice felt soft. “Deerfur and Swimstar… they don’t deserve you. You’re too honest for those liars.”
“Thanks, Brightclaw, but I don’t think I’m all that. I’m just a kit.” Pastelkit lightly smiled.
“You are so much more than—” Brightclaw stopped herself when she saw Heatherpelt’s glare. The she-cat whispered a, “I have to go.” to the white kit, and padded away. Pastelkit watched as Brightclaw was scolded in whispers by her friends.
I guess they don’t like me, Pastelkit figured. Her eyes locked with Brightclaw. Pastelkit gave her a curious look, but Brightclaw just shook her head and frowned, looking away.
Finally, they found what the warriors were leading them to. Twoleg camps stretched beyond the fence. Evenly cut grass laid over the base, and a few fox-lengths away trees were growing out of the roots. Big, brown animals slept leaning on each other in the green.
“Those are horses,” Heatherpelt pointed her nose towards the strange brown creatures.
“Who are those cats?” Rabbitkit interrupted. Heatherpelt glanced at him with confused eyes before following his gaze.
Behind the horses, two plum cats skipped along, chasing a winged thing on the fence farthest from the Clan cats.
“North!” Smokeclaw called. “Everest!”
The strange cats stopped on the fence. One, a small, thin-furred white she-cat gave a sad groan when the butterfly escaped. She had blue eyes and a big, black spot on the left side of her head, next to a smaller orange spot covering her right ear. The strangers tail was barely a tail, almost nothing besides one you’d expect of a rabbit; nevertheless, her tail was orange. The other had the same tail size and pelt color, but her spots were black and her eyes amberish green.
The two she-cats whispered to each other, then stalked across the fence, staring at the horses. After carefully walking past the two, they bolted towards the Clan cats.
“It’s you four!” The blue-eyed she-cat spoke with a strange accent. “Your back!”
“Yes we are, North,” Tabbyleap grinned. “How are you?”
“Well, you just caused us our dinner, so, I’m not good.” The hazel-eyed one growled.
“Sorry, Everest,” Brightclaw leaped on the fence. “Aren’t you happy to see me, though?”
Everest’s expression changed from hatred to sincere happiness at the sight of the brown she-cat. They embraced each other in a hug, and Everest moaned as she drew in Brightclaw’s scent.
“Sister,” Everest whispered.
Brightclaw chuckled. “Sister.”
The kits gasped at their words. The warriors gave them a confused glance, then, in realization, smiled in urison.
“Wait, no one told you Brightclaw’s not Clanborn?” Tabbyleap laughed, “Wow! You need to get out more.”
“Why would RiverClan let someone who isn’t of warrior blood into the Clan?” Rabbitkit asked, an inch of harsh hidden in his tone. “It’s frog-brained! ThunderClan is already filled with kittypets, why would Swimstar let RiverClan become the same?”
“The former deputy wasn’t Clanborn.” Brightclaw meowed calmly. “He was a loner, brought in after Venomstar saved him and his carrier from a badger. He was given to Venomstar’s mate Specklestream, and turned into one of the best RiverClan warriors ever. He won almost every battle for us.” Her voice was filled of yearning for the former deputy. Pastelkit wished she knew who he was.
“He was your mate, right?” Leafkit meowed before Pastelkit could.
“Wait,” Everest eyed the kits, ignoring Leafkit’s question. “Which one is Pastelkit?”
Pastelkit’s shocked gaze fastened on Everest. The Horseplace-cat’s eyes widened happily at her. Nervousness raced through Pastelkit’s body. Her tail swept over her paws as if trying hiding her existence. Pastelkit turned her head to the ground, fur slouching down to successfully hide her discolored eyes.
“You,” Pastelkit heard Everest leap down from the fence to meet her. “You’re beautiful!”
Pastelkit flinched. “W-what?”
“You’re… wow! Just wow! I can’t believe she made a kit as pretty as you!” Everest boosted. Before Pastelkit could jump away, the white she-cat licked her head, forcing Pastelkit’s fur above her eyes.
“Wow!” North joined her friend. “You really are something!”
“Uh, North, Ever! Wait!” Heatherpelt leapt between them and Pastelkit. The she-cat whispered a few words to them, and they stumbled back and muttered sorries.
“Well… what about the, uh, other one?” North asked.
“He’s…” Brightclaw hesitated, sighing. “He’s not with us.”
Pastelkit looked up at them. “A-am I really pretty?”
“Why, of course you are!” Everest nudged past Heatherpelt, “You’re the prettiest in the family!”
“Family?” Leafkit hissed.
“Deerfur!” Brightclaw yelped. “Uh, Deerfur’s my adopted sister. So, these two are your aunts, practically.”
Leafkit seemed unsatisfied with that answer, but she didn’t ask anymore questions.
Pastelkit slowly reached the two. North and Everest offered big, giant smiles to her. Pastelkit steadily returned it.
“So, these cats are your sisters, Brightclaw?” Rabbitkit questioned.
“Well, Everest is. North is her mate.” Brightclaw replied.
“Mate?” Rabbitkit repeated sourly. “But, North’s a she-cat! They’re both she-cats!”
“Huh?” North stumbled on her paws again. “Is… do the Clans not have same-mates?”
“In the Clans, reproduction is more important than preference.” meowed Smokeclaw.
Heatherpelt nodded. “Most of them become medicine cats.”
“I’ve known a few cats in the Clans who are same-mate but they go against what they really like for the good of the Clan.” Brightclaw agreed.
“See?” Everest muttered to North. “This is why we made the right choice staying here.”
“Yeah,” North mumbled back. “Thanks for being stubborn, mate Ever. You might’ve saved our relationship.”
“You’re welcome,” Everest meowed proudly.
“If it was a good choice staying here,” Brightclaw started, “Then why are you hunting butterflies for eats instead of squirrels?”
“Oh.” North’s expression saddened. “The new wingless spook the eats.”
Wingless? Eats? Pastelpaw wrinkled her nose at North’s strange words.
“But, you look so fa—I mean, you look like you’ve had good hunting.” Tabbyleap’s tail intertwined with North’s in concern. Pastelkit was surprised jealousy didn’t flash in Heatherpelt’s eyes, instead the same level of worry did.
Brightclaw nudged her sister’s chin lovingly with her head, “I can bring you some fish soon. Swimstar won’t let me go on patrols for a few sunrises, but I’m sure my friends wouldn’t mind doing it for me.” she offered.
Heatherpelt, Smokeclaw, and Tabbyleap nodded, but Leafkit and Rabbitkit leapt to them, their claws unsheathed, hissing and growling.
“That prey belongs to RiverClan!” Leafkit snarled roughly.
“We’ll tell Swimstar!” Rabbitkit’s eyes were forged on the unfamiliar cats, Brightclaw included in them.
His glare made Pastelkit back away from her brother, Blossomkit with her. The sisters glanced at each other with startled expressions. Once Pastelkit turned her head back, she found Rabbitkit struggling failed scratches in the jaws of Brightclaw. The reformed warrior seemed to tower over Leafkit as the golden kit realized she had challenged six grown cats, and Leafkit crawled towards to her sisters, still with an aggressive frown.
Everest slowly inched her paws to the three whilst her mate, sister, and friends gained behind her. “I know that the warrior code forbids my family from killing kits…” The black-spotted cat hissed, a loving hint hidden within her words. “But I’m not a warrior.”
|Explore the life of Pastelkit, a RiverClan she-kit parented by an abusive queen and the neglectful leader. Learn about her life and the truth about who she is and where she came from. Watch as she falls in love and learns to spill blood in the Dark Forest!|
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Name: Gallow Gleam (Last Name: Young)
Nickname(s): Gal, Gleamy, Galeam
Parents: Silverstream and Gallus
Special Talent: Flying
Place of Birth and Residence: Hippogriffia
Gallow is a shy, repressed, unsure, insecure, confused, and moody halfling of a hippogriff/seapony and a griffon. Around her subjects, she is hesitant and always second guesses herself. Around her parents and half-brother, she’s always quick to be rude or snap at. She’s easy to upset and hard to impress.
Facts: She alternates between tuxedos and dresses for important events but always wears Skystar’s old flower and necklace, is extremely loyal, rambles when around attractive chics, bubbly and talkative when she speaks about things she enjoys/loves, kinda acts as Novo’s protector
Quirks: Sometimes makes a convo all about her, doesn’t stand up for herself, makes rash choices and sticks with them without apologies
Likes: Flying, the clouds, the sky, being high above the world where no eyes can judge her, racing, history, aster flowers, and fresh scones
Dislikes: Being a seapony, swimming, water, cheaters
Studying history, attending Junior Flyers For Griffons school, overseeing the flower garden, guarding Queen Novo against danger
Gallus - Gallow is a giant daddy’s girl and a good relationship with him. Despite, Gallus is a tad harsh on her without knowing it, like sometimes when Gallow is super nervous about something, he goes “just get over it. You’re a pretty girl, you can do it. Just look at you're hair!” … which led to her cutting her hair because it made her feel like the only thing that was pretty about her was her hair… but otherwise, they good
Silverstream - Gallow’s had a tough relationship with her mother ever since Silverstream cheated on Gallus with General Seaspray and conceived Horsetail. Gallow hardly listens to Silverstream anymore and retorts anything the whore says. And when Silverstream sobbed about Gallow coming out of the closet, saying “we’ll get you the best doctor in Equestria, we’ll cure you!”, Gallow’s hatred for her grew. To this day, Silverstream watches her own daughter from afar.
Horsetail - She was always cold to Horsetail. She never wanted a sibling, much less one of a different father. She never took the time to get to know him, no matter how much times Horsetail tried to be normal with his own sister. When he turned 13, Horsetail and Gallow were forced to both hang out at Junior Flyers For Griffons, since Horsetail also was interested on attending. Gallow had to spend the day guiding him around the school, but at the end of the day, Horsetail let out that he never asked to be born, that he didn’t want to be treated like the mistake he was. Gallow grudgingly puts her wing around him in comfort… and then, suddenly, they became best buds.
Queen Novo - Ever since Gallow ascended to royalty, Novo tried to keep her distance--she didn’t want to act as if Gallow was her child--but Gallow was huffy and teary about Silverstream and Novo couldn’t help but cuddle the chubby bab. Now, Gallow and Novo have more of a mother/daughter relationship.
Captain Seaspray - Gallow wanted to hate him at first, she really did, but Seaspray was just so remorseful about hooking up with a married hippogriff! She came around to him as the only thing he wanted was to know his son--he didn’t want a relationship with Silverstream at all! Gallow was kinda happy to have him around, since she didn’t want Horsetail stealing time with Gallus. She was a bridesmaid when Seaspray married Stratus Skyranger!
Genevieve - Her guide when she first came to Junior Flyers. At first from far away, Gallow thought Gen was a drake (word for male griffon) but when Gen flew down and her long hair flew out of her face, Gallow realized Gen was a reeve (word for female griffon). When Gen stepped up to her, Gallow’s heart was beating so fast that she actually, very quickly, leaned in for a kiss but fell on her damn face. Gen pretended not to notice. Gen showed her around and they bonded… they became close friends in a matter of minutes, always together, sneaking off to see each other, giving each other flowers which they both loved, just… very touchy-feely. Until that day Gallow accidentally rambled on about how much of a giant crush she had on Gen… to… Gen’s face… because, you know, she’s an idiot. The night after, Gen snuck to Hippogriffia to see Gallow and admitted Gallow had feelings for her, too, and boom, they secret lesbians together <3
Butterfly Cocoon - Gallow’s pen pal and only other friend in her school. Cocoon understood what it felt like to be half-griffon, half-something-else, so they clicked easily. Cocoon doesn’t have a big passion for flight, she just enjoys it, but mostly stays at the school for the other, less promoted classes, such as art and design. Gallow was the one that paid for Cocoon to even go to Junior. They both share a love of animals and nature
Gallow was born to be nothing but a loved daughter, not a Princess. As a young hippogriffon, Skystar would babysit her, up until Skystar didn’t show up for it. Silverstream was worried and called Novo on her mirror, but Novo said that Skystar had left a while ago. Fearful, they sent out a team that came back with Skystar’s body. They held a ceremony for her, and afterward, enchanted her coffin to fly into the clouds, returning Skystar to the sky from whence her loyal griffon ancestors came.
At the young age of three, Gallow became the Princess in place of Skystar, planned to serve the kingdom of Hippogriffs/Seaponies after Novo joins her daughter in the afterlife. This was around the same time Horsetail was conceived.
Because griffons are prone to always be faithful to their mate, Gallus didn’t leave Silverstream. He decided to stay and raise Horsetail as his son, shared between Gallus and Seaspray. Gallow didn’t much like this
And for some odd reason, Gallow never felt anything for any of the males she knew. In Seaquestria/Hippogriffia, same-sex relationships are looked down upon and considered a sickness that latched onto griffons from ponies, thus when a pony and a griffon mated and created hippogriffs hundreds of years ago, the illness was spread to the hippogriffs. So she never acted on her homosexual feelings and would mentally punch herself whenever she got a crush on another female.
When she came out to her family, she did it by introducing them to her special some griffon. Now, Gallow’s family knew that she had met someone, but they all assumed she had met a male griffon named Gen! Now, Horsetail was the first one Gallow told about Gen being Genevieve the reeve, and he reacted fine to it, even encouraging her to go on with her plans for Gen and her parents to meet.
The day of, Gallow’s way to coming out was Gen flying down saying, “Hi, I’m Gen, short for Genevieve! I’m dating Galeam!”, then Gen kissing Gallow’s forehead and looking at Gal’s family.
Horsetail had two thumbs up. Gallow seemed surprised, but not displeased or mad. Silverstream, though… she looked horrified, confused, shattered… upset, basically.
After Silversteam said that thing about Gallow being ill for having feelings for Gen, Gen and Gallow left to Queen Novo’s. Novo didn’t take the whole “IM GAY” thing that hard, she seemed perfectly fine with it.
Then Silverstream came to Novo’s to vent. Gen and Gallow hid but overheard everything Silverstream said. Gallow lowered her chin in pain, and Gen huffed and stomped out of their hiding place. She looked Silverstream right in the eye and glared at her. After Gen said some things that made Silverstream realize how… unsupportive she was being, Silverstream apologized and everything got back to normal.
Oh and also Butterfly Cocoon is the biggest shipper of Gen and Gallow
If you want to see her pallete, here's the link, but some qualities may differ: Gallow Gleam
If ya wanna learn about Gallow's girlfriend, have her template: Germa Grizelda .... okay fine that's Gen's older sister because I haven't made a template for her yet. bUT I WILL... SOON... OK??
"...Out of flame and shadow... a foal was brought forth... Destined to plunge Equestria into blazing darkness."
Name: Inferno/Kindle (Last Name: Smoke)
Nickname(s): Kinferndle, Cig, Fireboy/Firegirl
Foster parents: Ocellus and Smolder Smoke
Foster sibling: Sugarmoth
Species: Earth Pony??? Probably?? We think?? Maybe not???
Sexuality: Gynosexual (attracted to females)
Special Talent: Designing and editing clothing to create fully fire-proof clothes
Occupation: Owner of “Smokin Outfits!” store
Place of Birth: Perilous Peaks (?)
Place of Residence: the City of Jewelcopia in the Dragon Lands
Cool, calm, and usually collected. But when somepony assumes his/her gender or questions his/her identity, Inferno/Kindle becomes loud, raged, and fierce.
If someone is bullying their friends, family, or a random queer stranger, she/he goes into scream-so-loud-they’ll-make-your-ears-bleed mode. She/he instantly runs over and starts arguing and basically ready to battle to the death to defend that creature. Otherwise, they don’t give a damn shit
Loves fondly teasing others and receiving teases in the same tone, but use the wrong words or the wrong tone and the poor orange bb will start to cry
Likes to dress butch and punk
Facts: Has a spell on them that measures their dysphoria to decide whether or not to have a mare’s form or a stallion’s form upon waking up
Worked as Rarity’s apprentice and got fired because he/she kept setting the clothes on fire (still not sorry)
Attended the School of Friendship and grew an interest in dragon culture. Does dragon holidays and strongly believes in their culture
No idea whose crotches spawned her/him
Quirks: Looks strong but is kinda weak as fuck
Easily insulted or offended
Hard to flatter
Speaks with a sarcastic voice when scared or sad or when trying to be genuine
Would die if Ember or Torch commanded her/him to (she/he got a shrine of the Dragon Lord)
Likes: Fire, dragons, gems, magic, headwear, makeup, clubs, fireworks, pop rock candy, rock music, energy drinks that are hotter than titties, burning bubble lava baths
Dislikes: Cold climates, queerphobia, cold drinks/food, being mistaken for a female when defining as a male
Casting dark magic, helping Rarity design clothes, being Spiral Scratch-Melody’s hype-pony, competitively swimming in lava with dragons
Smolder; she/he always loved hearing Smolder’s tales of the Dragon Lands and feels as if Smolder is the best mother Kinferndle could’ve asked for. They also relished in the feeling they got when Smolder used them to test out girly outfits, since they had a very similar fur/scale color.
Ocellus; Ocellus didn’t think being so in love with dragons was good for them. She also didn’t believe that Kindle’s dark magic practice and the spell on her was safe. This caused a lot of arguing over who--or what--Inferno really was. Their relationship still isn’t repaired.
Sugarmoth; Born after Inferno was adopted, they always felt as if their mothers loved her more, but eventually grew to love their little sister. They taught Sugarmoth all about dragon culture and some things she knew of changelings, and Sugarmoth repaid Inferno/Kindle by making sugar moth orchids for Inferno’s shrine. They write letters (most of his/her letters have burn marks) to one another and Inferno visits Sugarmoth in White Tail Woods.
Spiral; His/her best friend. Growing up, filly Spiral and colt Inferno had a shared bond over their gender dysphoria. Whenever they were alone together, Spiral would call Inferno whatever name and whatever pronouns they felt right and vice-versa. Both came out to their families about their dysphoria together. They share a strong bond and hype each other up so much that a lot of creatures think they’re heads over heels for one another. Sadly, Spiral is attracted to males and Inferno is attracted to females (rip).
Lisoma (pronounced lee-see-ma); Mentor of the dark arts. Lisoma is a female zebra that lives at Perilous Peaks, near the Kirin tribe. She indulges in their magic while still staying true to her zebra culture. She makes potions, medicines, and studies the strange world they live in. Lisoma finds Inferno when he’s a newborn baby colt and takes him in . . . she does an experiment on him, trying to figure out who his parents are, but the spell backfires and ends with her house burning. This is the reason she named him Inferno. She brought him a pony orphanage when he was 2 and a half. After years of not seeing Inferno, she was surprised when he landed on her doorstep at the age of 13. He had run away from his foster parents, a lesbian changeling and dragon couple. Lisoma gave him shelter and food and asked why he came for her of all creatures. Inferno frantically explains that he feels as if sometimes he is in the wrong body and the pain of not being a mare for those times have been having… unwelcomed affects. Lisoma cast the spell that made him into a mare or a stallion at Inferno’s will. Inferno/Kindle visits her regularly and has become Lisoma’s apprentice and assistant, no matter where he/she is.
At a young age, Inferno seemed strangely aware of everything . . . the poor kid was only a few months old before he started casting Lisoma’s spells and reading her studies. Lisoma knew that Inferno was special and it was for that she started to test him with her magic. She ended up accidentally screwing up and turning the now 1-year-old into a filly. Oddly, Inferno didn’t mind. He got very into it. The next day, though, Inferno seemed to freak out… he could talk at that age (how the hell?) and said he was in the wrong body. About a year and a half after Lisoma did that and figured out how to make him a colt again, Inferno ended up running away, but the Kirins helped find him and Rain Shine insisted that Inferno live with the ponies. With a heavy heart, Lisoma did what Rain Shine asked, enrolling the foal she’d raised into a Canterlot orphanage for ponies.
At the age of three, Inferno was adopted by married couple Ocellus and Smolder and became their beloved son and their future equally as loved daughter.
When Inferno was 18, Ocellus and he got into a fight, but this time it was bigger. In his rage, Inferno let slip a dark chant that set Ocellus’s horn on fire. Smolder quickly put it out and screamed at Inferno. In shock, fear, and guilt, Inferno raced out of the house and began his/her travel to the Dragon Lands. Kindle/Inferno built a life there, made friends, dated dragons, bought a home, opened a store, and soon his/her line of clothing was selling richly!
Name: Germa (Last Name: Grizelda)
Nickname(s): Ger, Ma, Germander, “Minty-Wingy-Griffy-Girly-Pretty-Baby-Boo” (only her coltfriend calls her that)
Parents: Greta and Gilda
Siblings: Genevieve and Gordon
Build: i think people call her body type “pear”??? She’s just like really lithe on her upperbody and chub-chub on her lower body
Gender: Female since birth
Sexuality: Straight af, but will lead a pride parade at her gay moms or gay sister’s call
Special Talent: fUCK IT GRIFFONS CAN HAVE SPECIAL TALENTS TOO ahem… baking
Occupation: Part-time waitress for the local diner
Place of Birth: Las Pegasus
Place of Residence: Canterlot’s Chef Academy
Germa is a mischevious 24-year-old griffon who’s dating the pony Groove. She’s blunt about who she is and what she wants, but is oddly sweet to those who truly know her. Alone with her coltfriend Groove or her parents or siblings, she’s actually very sweet and kind. Gen and Groove are trying to convince her to be kind all the times, but, yeah, you can’t change griffons so quickly... will be another 100 years before Germa says “thank you” in public.
Facts: Had a dream of being a pro acrobat as a fledgling until she tasted Gilda’s scones and instantly was like wO MAMA TEACH ME YOUR SKILLS
Vists family and friends every weekend
Thou is very straight, she has had sexual relationships with other females before and knows that’s not what she wants. Sorry ladies
Quirks: is easily jealous but keeps the feelings inside her until she blows up and yells at her stallion for saying “hey” to his mothers
Will fight you if you flirt with her boy but will start crying if you touch her (she’s all bark, no bite)
Likes: Nature, scones, learning about other animals, adventuring, scarfs, showing off her thicc lion legs
Dislikes: Fire, showing her stomach and neck, cheating, every one of her fucking classmates (except that one hippogriff in the back, she’s cool… but the others should go to hell.)
Going to the biggest cities and towns, gardening, sewing, studying other species
Gilda - was and will always be mama’s taste-tester. Gilda has always encouraged Germa’s baking and love for adventure, and she sees so much of herself in Germa.
Greta - taught Germa how to sew and tried to get the kid into fashion beyond just wearing it, but that was never Germa’s main passion. Despite, Greta is proud of her oldest
Genevieve/Gen - Calls Gen every day and talks for hours. Germa was always right by Gen’s side before Germa left for school, and afterwards, she was right on call for her lil sis. Germa was the first creature Gen came out to as lesbian, and Germa always lent her ear when Gen began gushing about her girl crushes <3
Gordon - Sadly isn’t very close to her little brother but finds comfort knowing Gen and his mummies are there for him
Groove - her lovely coltfriend she met adventuring the Crystal Empire. He’s very supportive of her dream to be a famous chef but sometimes gets pissed at her for being such a jealous Minty-Wingy-Griffy-Girly-Pretty-Baby-Boo
Gilda always wanted to leave Griffonstone. She wasn’t sure if Greta would come with her, but once Gilda had gotten enough bits from her scone-selling business, she couldn’t want to leave. Greta didn’t need much convincing… epic adventure with her reevefriend? Who would say no
Eventually, they found Las Pegasus and Greta fell in love with the stores and Gilda thought business would be good for selling biscuits, small cakes, and scones, considering the tourists. They settled down, bought a home, and made their lives.
Germa was the first kiddo of good ole Gilda and Greta. For a long while, Greta and Gilda had been trying to adopt a kid until Rainbow visited Gilda and insisted that the lesbian couple go to Discord. Gilda was changed into a male griffon thanks to Discord’s abilities and FINALLY Greta got prego and had their precious bab.
They brought lil Germa home and spoiled her rotten, giving her baking lessons, sewing lessons, ballet class, and everything. Eventually, they had to stop spoiling their daughter since bits were on a low for them. Luckily, Germa didn’t take it too hard and went on with her life
Germa’s family were on the edge of their talons when Germa sent out her application letter to Canterlot’s Chef Academy at the age of twenty. Soon, she was accepted, packed up, and was on the move… the house felt strange without Germa, but, soon, the ones she left behind got used to seeing her empty room.
I chose the last name Grizelda for their family because that's what Lauren Faust's concept art called Gilda
Characters from left to right; Benny Jupiter, Harpon Mars, and Maia (then named Ackley) Mercury.
When Harpon, Benny, and Maia were young princes (pre-Maia’s transition into a girl), they played in a punk/rock/pop band called Blackfoot Daisy. Benny boy played the guitar/bass, Harpon, being blind, was placed as the lead singer, and Ackley did piano.
They were very popular, serving as the only Star band back then. Harpon had a large series of girlfriends due to the band’s popularity, but he never did keep his girls for long. Benny and Ackley, on the other hand, were deeply in love with different people, even if those certain people didn’t seem to notice . . . so they never dated any of their fans.
Harpon’s mummy Minerva was a big supporter of her son’s music <3 Benny’s father was busy, but made it to a few of their shows, and when he did, he screamed and danced and humiliated his poor shy boy
Ackley’s father wasn’t a very good dad and didn’t seem to understand Ackley’s feminine nature, and pushed Ackley away after he became a she
But ye they all looked so damn emo jesus christ
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|Hello there, darling! My name is Sierra, but on this platform, I go by Gays. I also respond to Pastel and Glitches. I'm a young bisexual female who supports the phrase, "Love is love." I write FanFictions about my next generation My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic characters and my Warrior Cats OCs. I am currently hoping to become an author and artist in the future. I'm a lover of cats, soda, mythology, and horror movies--Chucky the Killer Doll is king. I call everyone babe, darling, hun, etc. I'm a fan of creepypastas--my ongoing favorites are Tales From The Gas Station by Jack Townsend, Lonely Broadcast Station by Wendingus, My Property Isn't Normal by Murderbird17, Asylum by Matt Dymerski, Cabin Getaway by Felix Blackwell... I like them all, basically|