every time I go for a nice hike in any natural area there is a tiny part of my brain that goes “hey this would be a cool place for a fanclan”. I haven’t touched the books in years and I haven’t roleplayed since I was 14 but my brain is hardwired to start daydreaming about wild kitties. you can’t ever go outside again
Update: I am on vacation in the jungles of Belize. It is a unique cultural opportunity. I just hiked a trail with a guide of local medicinal plants. And the whole time I was thinking about herb lists from Warriors. It follows you. It breathes down your neck as it stalks you to the ends of the Earth.
Ever since I found out that colonies of cats take residence in Disneyland, I’ve been fighting an impulse. These books are like practicing necromancy or something. You think you can wash your hands of the whole business and walk away, but your soul has been tainted by what you’ve done, and you can never go back







