Applepath

Another year, another round of pride icons for pride month 2026 feat. all my @threeclans guys!

“My, my… you weary warriors have endured much this past moon, haven’t you? I cannot chase away this relentless heat, but perhaps I may offer a small blessing for your troubles. Upon these flowers, I scatter a touch of starlight to carry you through the moon ahead. Do enjoy, dears.”

A yearly blessing from Tansyshade has swept across the Wildrest once more. Known as Bloomtide, this celebration marks a season of vibrant flowers, dazzling colors, and the beauty of life persisting even through hardship. Blossoms of every shade now spread across the territories, bringing moments of joy and wonder to the Clans despite the tension and uncertainty surrounding them.

Out of character: Happy Pride Month from the Wildrest Team!

Bloomtide serves as the Wildrest’s in-universe celebration of Pride Month. Throughout June, a new creative prompt will be posted every Monday for players to participate in through roleplay threads, poetry, artwork, stories, and more. Participation in the prompts is entirely optional, and everyone is warmly encouraged to celebrate and share their pride in whatever ways feel most meaningful to them.

Prompts:

Week 1: Your character wakes at the edge of dawn to a sky alive with color, the sunrise shifting and glowing in ways they’ve never seen before. How do they respond to the unusual beauty? Do they share the moment with anyone?

Week 2: Your character comes across a stretch of territory inexplicably bursting with vibrant, multicolored blooms. Do they pause to simply take in the scenery, or do they interact with the flowers in some way?

Week 3: Something unusual has broken out in camp: a lively gathering filled with music, laughter, and celebration! Cats are decorated with berry stains, herbs, and creative markings as they sing and dance together. How does your character take part in the festivities?

Week 4: Your character watches the sun sink below the horizon, the sky dissolving into deep blues and purples as night settles in. Do they experience this quiet moment alone, or with company?

All posts for the event will be tagged under #bloomtide2026! We’d also love to invite other servers and players to join in, post under the tag, and celebrate Pride Month alongside us.

"The pit guardians go out of their way to be nice to us," Soren had said. "But it's still kind of scary, isn't it?"

"Very!" Gylfie had replied. "It was after I called him Unk that he gave me the bits of snake." She had then sighed. "I remember so well, as if it was yesterday, my First Snake ceremony. Dad had saved the rattles for me and my sisters to play with. And you know what, Soren? It was as if Unk had read my mind because I was thinking about my ceremony and just then he says, I might even have some rattles for you to play with.' And then I thanked him. I over-thanked him. It was disgusting, Soren.'

And Soren knew just what the little Elf Owl meant.

there's a world where i can go / and tell my secrets to / in my room

new baby for @forgotten-elegy ... silly sketches under the cut

// Brown and white tabby shorthair with amber eyes. //

commissions are currently open !!

additional info below the cut 

Credit(s): Art, animation, video, and Erminewish created by @semi-mortal-crayons; Mothgleam belongs to @rainbow-lava; Pheasantflame belongs to @contaminated-cryptid

Erminewish had a good relationship with her adopted father and former mentor, Pheasantflame. From the day she chose to make him her parent, she resolved to be a happy daughter and a model warrior of BoarClan

Things changed after she was chosen as Cleric— and someone else, Silkenmane, was promoted alongside her. Out of desperation, she sought out HemlockClan’s Cleric, Mothgleam, to allow herself a bargaining chip. However, the two formed a genuine relationship— built on equality and trust.

Things changed on the night of the Half-Moon Gathering— where Erminewish and Silkenmane were forbidden to attend. Erminewish chose to sneak out, followed by her foster siblings. Little did they know that at that moment, Pheasantflame was a member of a patrol tasked with kidnapping Mothgleam and taking her back to BoarClan camp.

When they returned to camp, Erminewish was so wracked with grief and exhaustion over what she discovered that she collapsed in the middle of camp. Pheasantflame, in a moment of clarity, realized how much he messed up.

It took time, and a lot of talking with other cats— but the two managed to express their issues with each other and what led up to the actions they both took. And their relationship was ever stronger for it.

Stormclan vs. Starclan

"I'm going to get help, Soren. I'll go to Hilda's," he heard Mrs. Plithiver. rasp. Hilda was another nest-maid snake for an owl family in a tree near the banks of the river.

"I wouldn't if I were you, P." Kludd's voice was ominous. It made Soren's gizzard absolutely quiver.

"Don't call me P. That's so rude."

"That's the last thing you have to worry about P. -- me being rude."

Soren blinked.

"I'm going, Kludd. You can't stop me," Mrs. Plithiver said firmly.

"Can't I?"

Soren heard a rustling sound above. Good Glaux, what was happening?

// Brown tabby shorthair with amber eyes. //