paw power

El Paso Evening Post, Texas, April 4, 1928 

Spring’s in the air, or visitors at the Washington Park zoo in Milwaukee would not yet have seen this little polar bear cub. On the warmest days the mother brings it out of the dark den where she was kept it hidden for about 14 weeks. So carefully does she guard the youngster between her powerful paws that zoo attendants have been unable to touch it.

Super quick before bed sketch that I was too lazy to color.


So how does she do it? Well, she built up her muscles on her front legs. So buff. I like to think that somehow the clan came up with some kind of floaty system for her back legs, and then she practiced swim therapy with jayfeather to begin strengthening, and then she found out on her own that she could walk on two legs. She uses her tail for balance, and splays her toes out so that her weight is distributed more and she again had more balance. She can go VERY FAST!

If she gets tired or is taking a break from walking she just plops her butt down.


So I was having trouble with ideas for battle moves. Ok, so she could just scare cats off. But she has to have some sort of attack ability. 

So I was thinking she can run quickly at her enemy, surprising them long enough to plop her butt down, swipe with her powerful front paws, and get up and run off. 

I would love ideas from others too <3


But most importantly, she’s able to move around, doesn’t feel guilty anymore “for being a burden”, able to be the warrior she always wanted, and she’s happy. 

100 Days of Risri: Part 2 Growing Up, Day 22

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Originally posted by world-of-artcraft

She flew through the air, gliding on the currents, intent on just staying above the trees, her mind empty as she flew. The bird landed and shifted, a purple haired Kaldorei surrounded by the trees.

Originally posted by czarnykotel

She started running and then the shift happened. She ran her powerful paws pushing her faster. A graceful leap and she was soaring once more. Back to the city, flying over head until she landed at the office door.

If WindClan Was Never Rescued

WindClan never being rescued would have altered the entire series.

With WindClan gone, the other Clans would want their hunting grounds. War would break out between the remaining Clans.

ShadowClan and RiverClan would team up against ThunderClan. ThunderClan would be wiped out, leaving their territory up for grabs. ShadowClan would take ThunderClan’s old territory, and RiverClan would take the moors.

RiverClan’s cats, after feeding on rabbits for a few generations rather than 100% fish, would grow larger than normal and very muscular. They’d be the size of a Norwegian Forest Cat on average. They’d have nimble, broad, powerful paws that would allow them snap a rabbit’s neck in one swipe and easily scoop fish from the river. Their claws would evolve to be like a cheetah’s: unable to retract. They wouldn’t be as sharp as they once were, but would provide great traction for the large felines’ numerous dashes for rabbits.


ShadowClan, meanwhile, would also change. Being under forest canopy for most of their lives would result in later generations having only dark fur (black, brown and tortoiseshell especially). They would evolve to have long legs to assist in stepping over thorns and very sharp claws to help climb trees. They would be very silent when they moved and would have very powerful legs and long tails. Later generations would be a bit smaller than before, but not a very noticeable change.

Both Clans would grow dramatically in size; dozens of cats would live in each. Fights would be rare, and full-on wars almost never happening.

The forest Clans would live happier lives. With more territory, there would be more herbs and more prey, so sickness and starvation would be rarities. Life would improve, and soon the memories and tales of WindClan and ThunderClan would be forgotten and fade away.

  • Some Smartass Dickweed: I wish for infinite wishes.
  • Monkey's Paw: The power of the wishes becomes diluted. You can no longer wish for great, sweeping changes. You can now only wish for slight conveniences which are made moot by equally inconvenient, monkey paw-induced occurrences.

>I was only 19 years old
>I loved Asgore so much, I had all the fanart reblogged to my Tumblr
>I pray to Asgore every night before bed, thanking him for the life I’ve been given
>“Asgore is love” I say; “Asgore is life”
>Toriel hears me and calls me a pathetic whelp
>I know she was just jealous of my devotion for Asgore
>I call out “nice muu-muu”
>She throws fire at me and sends me to go to sleep
>I’m crying now, and my SOUL hurts
>I lay in bed and it’s really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It’s Asgore
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear “Just think of it like a visit to the dentist.”
>He grabs me with his powerful goat paws and brews a cup of Golden Flower tea
>I’m ready
>I spread my lips for Asgore’s teapot
>It penetrates my tea-hole
>It hurts so much but I do it for Asgore
>I can feel my throat burning as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Asgore
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my mouth with his leaf water
>Toriel walks in
>Asgore looks her straight in the eyes and says “It was nice to meet you. Goodbye.”
>Asgore leaves through my window
>Asgore is love. Asgore is life.

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