Gallery

A younger Porchlight felt the familiar, sickly cold wash over their pelt. It wormed beneath their skin and left them near shivering as black enveloped their vision. She never enjoyed the Shaded realm; the shadows here cast heavy but without light source. A perpetual gloom that sunk heavily in the air, almost like a stormcloud swollen with an oncoming torrent; it felt thick, similarly to mud. It clung to her pelt like oil and pressed on her eyes, throat, and ches...

Every cat has a body, but also a Soul. When one enters the dreaming realm of the Night Shades, their body is the anchor to the waking, “real” world. The Soul is not fully “present” in the dreaming world and can retreat back into the body if it or the soul are distressed—this is important, as the dreaming world is fundamentally hostile to souls; if one were to ever enter without their body to anchor them, it is feared their soul would begin to degrade l...

Two sets of pawsteps pattered against the hard stone of each rooftop. Swallowtail sped behind the yellow spotted sire in front, feeling the sharp crunch of gravel and rubble dig into her pads with every heavy step.   Ahead, Sunnywink ran like the terrain didn’t bother him at all; which was probably true, he had grown up in this towering stone forest–a “city” he had called it. Herself feels a sting of a...