I feel like I don't see enough conversation about how they had Star Flower be pursued by Thunder and Clear Sky who are explicitly father and son
I forgot how much I love doing pet portraits!
Below the cut is the sketch and my first attempt that was an absolute fail!
^^^Everything went wrong I stg
A Startled Bluestar
Y'all animating is so hard. Why can't the things I see in my brain just be projected on to paper in the form of animation? Why do I actually need to learnnnn UUGHHHH
I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet. Towards the end of Guardians vol 3, when Rocket sees Lilah, Teefs, and Floor again, they're not "whole." All four of them still have their enhancements. To me, this detail is so important.
As disabled people, we have a history of being told that, when we die, when we go to heaven, all of our illnesses, deformities, ways of being in the world will be gone. We will be cured. But for many of us, we don't want to be cured. If there is an afterlife, and I'm not autistic, I wouldn't even know the first thing about how I would exist as that. More importantly, I wouldn't be myself.
Like disabled people, Rocket, Lilah, Teefs, and Floor didn't get to choose their existence, their bodies, their minds. They were made that way and, very realistically, could not imagine being any other way, despite their pain and suffering. Even in most modern media, disability is a plot device that, when its purpose has been served, gets cured or written out of the narrative. Having all four of them being disabled in the afterlife is so goddamned important.
Firestar misses Bluestar at the lake territory.
Firestar misses Yellowfang at the like territory.
At the lake… he has a den that Bluestar never slept in. He bathes in the sun, glistening like flames, on rocks their paws never knew. He thinks of them more because there are no things that they shared here. They never shared tongue beneath the Highledge, or on Half rock. There are no memories of them there.
He can’t visit where they’re buried. He can’t put his paws there they once stood. There’s so hint of their stale scents on the stone. There’s nothing of them in this place. Fewer and fewer cats remember them.
He misses Lionheart.
He misses Whitestorm.
He misses Ravenpaw.
He misses his first true home in the forest. He dreams of a it. He dreams of them.
tiger dark headshots just for fun
horror movie night with the foxes
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