End Of Year 3, Part 1.

MOON 2

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Not much happened this moon, so I took inspiration from the training patrols to come up with something :) I feel like that’s a good thing though, they need time to settle in to their new territory 💙🌀

#do either have any aspirations of being leader someday or are they almost looking for another cat to take that role? @hiddenvalleyclan

MP: "I've... sort've avoided thinking about it. Pitchstar was our last leader, and he left big pawsteps to fill. Dad told me that before Pitchstar's time, leadership was passed down from parent to child, but when Pitchstar became leader, he did away with that rule. Fogfreckle and I haven't really talked about it. I don't think we need a new leader just yet, with it only being the two of us."

FF: "A leader is what makes a Clan. Well, and the rest of the cats, or that'd just be some narcissistic loner walking around," Fogfreckle chuckles. "I think being leader would be cool. It's a big responsibility, of course, and I'm not sure that I'm cut out for it, but it would be cool. It's not my main goal in life or anything, but if my clan members were still here, I'd be pretty honored if I was chosen to lead the clan someday."

Interlude 2-3

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Aw, one big happy famil-- oh, no. oh, wait,

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Moon 6

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Cold wind whistles through the rocks Moonstar and Fogfreckle are hunched under, bringing the crisp scents of first leaf-fall. With a shiver, Moonstar presses closer to Fogfreckle for warmth, but startles back as he lets out a pained hiss. She rests her gaze on her brother for a moment, eyeing the bristled, spiky fur of his pelt that sticks up around the cobwebs she did her best to wrap him with, stiff with dried blood.

The talon marks that are sunk into his back worry Moonstar. She wishes she had listened better when she was an apprentice, when their old medicine cat, Loudtalon, had been rambling on about herbs. She doesn’t want to try mixing a poultice for her brother in case she gets it wrong; she wouldn't even know where to begin. The most she can do is change his cobwebs when the blood starts to soak through and pray to StarClan that infection doesn’t set in.

She’s been doing her best to keep his wounds clean, but he’ll need new cobwebs soon. With a heavy sigh, she rises to her paws as much as the rocks crushing in around them will allow, her shoulders brushing the ceiling. Her ears have been pinned to her head for so long now that she thinks they may get stuck that way.

Moonstar moves towards Fogfreckle to give his ear an affectionate lick before she leaves, but he ducks away from her, wincing at the movement.

Moonstar halts and pulls back, chin wobbling.

Puffing her fur against the biting wind, unseasonable for this early in leaf-fall, she squeezes her way out of their makeshift den in search of three thing: cobwebs for her brother, fresh-kill for the both of them, and someplace they can finally call home.

With Fogfreckle injured, her search is limited.

Moonstar pads across the mountain, eyes sharp for the movement of prey but mind elsewhere. Before Fogfreckle was confined to his nest to heal from the eagle attack, they were constantly on the move. So far, they haven’t found anywhere that would make for a good camp. They’ve slept in abandoned dens, up in the branches of trees, tucked under scrubbly, thorny bushes – but a place big enough for two cats to sleep is nowhere near large enough for a camp.

They will rebuild NimbusClan. StarClan decreed it – StarClan chose her as leader. It has to be for something, she has to have something, some trait or destiny or something that StarClan can see that she can’t, or they wouldn’t have chosen her. Her stomach churns uncomfortably at the thought.

Her mind strays to worse thoughts, the sharp glide of golden wings slicing through the air a constant in her mind this past moon. She can’t shake how odd it was – sure, it’s not strange that a mother would want to protect her eggs – but the way it shifted its beady black glare from Moonstar to her brother seemed tainted with something more than just a mother’s protection.

With effort, she shakes the subject from her mind and sets to canvassing this section of mountain. She doesn’t want to stray too far from where Fogfreckle is, so she’s been going out in a different direction each day in the hopes she’ll find something suitable. Today, she pokes her head into a shaded clearing of pine trees, only to be met with the blinking eyes of several racoons peering through the needles – sniffs around the opening of a fox den that smells very clearly occupied (hurrying away as quickly and silently as her paws with allow) – and shrinks back into the shadows of a leafy bush when a pair of twolegs turn a corner onto a twolegtrail, speaking loudly in their foreign tongue and likely scaring away all the prey in the area.

She only manages to catch one meager mouse – but that’s fine, because it’s Fogfreckle’s favorite, and with a cobweb-coated twig cradled carefully between her teeth, she doesn’t think she’d be able to carry more than one piece of fresh-kill at the same time, anyways.

Fogfreckle stirs as she presses back into their den, her head angled awkwardly so she can get through with the stick clamped in her jaws. He glances at her as she pushes the mouse towards him, and then looks down at his paws as she sets to working clearing the old cobwebs from his fur. She tries to be gentle, but she’s no good at this medicine cat stuff. Fogfreckle grimaces the entire time and lets his mouse go cold, not sharing a single word with his sister as she rasps a tongue over his wounds, cleaning the dried blood from his fur.

Moonstar goes to sleep when she’s done, stomach rumbling, and tries not to cry.

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For @cutieclangen's DTIYS! This was sooo much fun, all the curly fur was was such a blast to draw.

Totally not expecting a drawing in return, but I would absolutely love to see my girl Moonpool in your style 🫶

"I'm just gonna draw prominent events," I said, "It's not going to be a lot of work because I'm only going to draw big game stuff," I said.

-proceeds to draw 7 panels and 3 pages worth of filler episode-

Moon 1.1

Better read on ComicFury!

and im back!! couldnt stay gone for too long! and a new format, as i experiment with how i draw comics! let me know what you think! also goldkit is missing. uhhh

To this day the middle panel of Honeystar saving Tempestmask is one of my favorites

WAAAAUUUGH SHE'S SO CUTE LOOK AT HER GO!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU for drawing my lady!!! She's so adorable in your style 🥹💖💖

Moonpool doing morning stretches for @nimbusclan as a thank you for participating in my Anniversary DTIYS! <3

Please check out NimbusClan's lovely art here!

@ranchclan get over here so I can make fun of your cats, too

Your tags on ranchclan's latest post made me laugh so hard I had to draw something for it

both going for their leaders, too. solidarity

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS THANK YOU!!

Poor Lemonflower… at least his crush is dating someone alive. Clawstar is just hung up on her ex <3

@ranchclan our poor rizzless guys