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Thistle-chaser, a favorite from the Ratha series, is scrappy and stubborn, which can either work for or against her. As a cub, she gets her name from her relentless pursuit of certain prickly plants, even after suffering their thorns in her paw while batting at them in play.
In the Ratha graphic novel, set in early Miocene Northern California, we've based the plants and animals on existing species or fossils. In the scenes where Thistle earns her moniker, we wanted a native California thistle.
Many thistle species here are invaders, and have crowded out natives. However we do have representatives of the indigenous North American thistle genus Cirsium, and we sought one that met certain requirements.
Thistle's thistle needed to grow in the Eastern San Francisco Bay Area (the western portion wasn't even here during Ratha's time!). Ideally it would grow in marshy areas, and be tall and prickly enough to cause poor Thistle
grief. Many candidates were either too low or too "soft", but one had what we needed.
We finally selected the Suisun thistle, Cirsium hydrophylium, a rare native California species as Thistle's nemesis. Artists Dani Long and Tod Wills have added a botanically accurate illustration to the cub model sheet. We also hope that the inclusion of a rare California native thistle might help draw attention to the graphic novel.
Paxton Smith on women's reproductive rights (6/21)
Smith’s valedictory address: As we leave high school we need to make our voices heard. I was going to get up here and talk to you about TV and content and media because those are things that are very important to me. However, in light of recent events, it feels wrong to talk about anything but what is currently affecting me and millions of other women in this state. Recently the heartbeat bill was passed in Texas. Starting in September, there will be a ban on abortions that take place after 6 weeks of pregnancy, regardless of whether the pregnancy was a result of rape or incest. 6 weeks. Most women don’t even realize they’re pregnant by then. And so, before they have the time to decide if they are emotionally, physically, and financially stable enough to carry out a full-term pregnancy, before they have the chance to decide if they can take on the responsibility of bringing another human into the world, the decision has been made for them by a stranger. A decision that
How Ratha's Island Originated
Beginning on March 14, 2009, a new experiment in Y/A fantasy fiction appeared on Twitter. “Ratha's Island”, a novelette designed specifically for the micro-blogging service's 140 character format, ran twice daily in blocks of 6-10 sequential “tweets” or short posts (Twitter's logo is a little bluebird, so it's messages are called “tweets”). Twitter's designers imposed the 140 character limit to enable cellphones and other wireless devices to receive the messages.) Ratha's Island ran faithfully every day, with the exception of a one-weekend break, and drew over 1000 followers to my @rathacat Twitter stream. Ratha Attacking the Condor-Eagle, art and photo 2009 by Clare Bell The main intent was to entertain people on Twitter, get them interested in the Ratha series, publicize the the new short story, "Bonechewer's Legacy" in Firebirds Soaring anthology, edited by Sharyn November, and to celebrate the newest novel, Ratha's Courage, published by Sheila Ruth of Imaginator
Ratha's Island (#4)
8/16/09 From close above Ratha came a terrific crack. She wondered dimly if a chunk of the cliff had come loose and would fall on her. Something or someone hit Ratha, knocking her sideways, spinning her. It grabbed her hindquarters, making a sling around her lower belly, halting her descent. Jaws grabbed her nape, pulling her up and away from the frothing, steaming sea. She heard flapping, hard and heavy. A second set of wing-beats joined the first; slower, but stronger. Another set of jaws tried to take Click from her, but her own teeth were clenched on the cub and wouldn't loosen. The pull ceased. Ratha then felt a gentle tongue licking her forehead. A trilling purr sounded in her ear. The scent around Ratha, although dulled by smoke and her own draining awareness, was exotic, but cat-like, and female. A slight tinge of milkiness in the odor told her that her rescuer was a nursing mother. No, not just any nursing female of this flying creature's species. Click's
Ratha's Island (#3)
The water and rock blobs warmed steadily until the water boiled and heat shimmer rose from them. Had one of those rocks...moved? Her fur prickled. She stared at another. Yes, they were moving. Very slowly. Not rolling. Oozing forward like huge slugs. A hot wind made Ratha's eyes water and drifting steam stung her nose. Every hair bristling, Ratha retreated, showing her teeth. This was too much. Extra-legged animals and oozing red-cored rocks. She spun around, heading downslope, seeking a place to hide. She was overwhelmed, drowning in strangeness. She had to get away or go mad... 4/13/09 Ratha scrambled over a hillock entwined with roots, spied an opening, thrust her foot in. At last, a cave! She peered in to check for cave inhabitants or other threats. Everything was clear. She dived into the refuge, crawled into the damp darkness and curled up, burying her tail in her nose. Soon her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. Ratha woke, slowly, drowsily. She felt a furry body
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In the future do the Named end up filling the niche of humans or do they go extinct?