Moon 3 - Part 1

Y'all who voted Moonpool were CORRECT!! Congratulations on being right 😌

If anyone’s interested in a $10 Commission of their OC, hit me up! Looking to do some drawing over the weekend!

WAUUUUGH MY BOY!!! HE LOOKS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH EEEEEEE

Decided to take a swing and draw 6 clangen cats again!

@nimbusclan's Fogfreckle

@fluttercats-clangen-yippee Curlbird

@boughclan-clangen Goldenpaw

@tidalclan's Segaspeckle

@ranchclan's Magpiehop!!

@direclan's Skykestrel

At last, Splinterburn manages to convince Bitternpaw to take the heirs and run. Splinterburn turns back to the embers of what was once her home, ready to do what she must to earn forgiveness for what she has done.

WAAAUUUUGHHHH MY LIDDOL GUY!!!!!!!! I'll never get over how you draw his markings they're so cool

@nimbusclan some of your little guy!

Moon 0-6 (Prologue-FIN)

Flintpaw, just because you already did a murder doesn't mean you can do a kitnapping too !

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WOOO !!! We did it! We did the prologue!! Thank you everyone for all of the support, it has genuinely meant the world to me <3 I started this a month ago and the kindness and interaction from the community has been SO sweet! Going to work on a clangen fanart post next to give back to the community! Oh, and if anyone has any asks for the characters, please send them in!

#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."

moon 0, page 12.

>putting the cat before the paws.

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with that, moon 0 is done!! thank you all for your patience! depending on whether i get any lining done today, i may take a small break to get the next couple of moons sorted. if i do, the next page will be up on sunday, march 9th. if i dont, the thursday/sunday schedule will continue as planned! from hereon (until i change my mind) pages will be double length to try to cover a little more ground with each update. thanks for sticking around so far!

Moon 3, Part 1

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“Stop breathing on me.”

“I’m not anywhere near you, Fogpaw.”

“You are, because you’re close enough to be breathing on me.”

StarClan help her.

“What’s your problem?” Moonpaw asks, unable to keep claws of exasperation from sharpening her voice. She’s not anywhere near him. They’ve been walking side by side for ages, up this horrible, hot mountain to the highest edge of their territory, under the horrible, blazing sun, and only now he’s going to fuss that she’s been beside him this entire time?

“What’s your problem?” He mocks in a poor imitation of Moonpaw’s meow, sticking his tongue out at the end of his sentence. 

Moonpaw scoffs. The fur along her back is so warm it feels as though it’s been set aflame under the full force of the greenleaf sun, and her paws ache with the near-vertical climb up harsh ground. Short on patience, she lifts a paw and bats Fogpaw with it. He should consider himself lucky she kept her claws sheathed.

Fogpaw whirls on her, astonished and angry, and whaps her with a paw of his own. Her ears flatten and her fur bristles as she rears back, tail fluffed up to twice its size.

“Seriously, what is wrong with you?”

“You hit me first!”

“Because you’re being an idiot!”

“Well, if you would stop stepping all over me–”

“FINE!” Moonpaw screeches. A few songbirds lift from the sparse trees that cling to the cliffside, startled. “If I’m just so in your way, I’ll get out of your fur!”

“GOOD!” Fogpaw yowls back. “I’m going hunting by myself!”

Fogpaw stomps off and Moonpaw hisses at his retreating back, her own arched and angry. What is he being such a mouse-brain for? She whips around, intending to get her emotions out by sinking her claws into something, but her head is too cloudy with anger to focus on the scents surrounding her. It doesn’t help any that somebody had her training cut short because her mentor got buried under a pile of boulders.

Angry tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, she crouches down in defeat. She can’t do this. She can’t do this – pretending that everything is fine, walking in some random direction and hoping for a miracle. She’s walked every inch of this territory since her earliest apprentice days. The best place for a camp was drowned in rocks and rubble. They’re not going to find another one.

Despair sinks quick claws into her chest, overwhelms her with the thought, I wish StarClan had buried me, too.

A sharp blur of color speeds past her. Pupils dilating, her despair fades to the back of her mind as she hones in on a rabbit that’s sped by and settled several fox-lengths away, sniffing and nibbling at some grass that’s struggling to grow through the cracks in the rock.

She flexes her claws against the rough ground. Catching a juicy piece of fresh-kill is the best kind of therapy. 

Dropping into a hunter’s crouch, she drags her belly slowly over the mountain as she creeps up on the rabbit, closing the distance between them to a few tail-lengths. The wind is in her favor, and the rabbit hasn’t spotted her yet.

An ear-splitting yowl cuts through the air. The rabbit’s ears go up, eyes round and frightened, and it bounds away. Alarmed, Moonpaw’s ears also fly up, head swiveling in the direction of the noise.

Fogpaw.

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Belated reference for daddy-o

Cliffstripe (dead): Tom, adult, eyes of sunlit ice, masked, medium fur. Warrior, formerly mentored Moonpaw. Careful, good swimmer, good teacher. Father of Fogpaw and Moonpaw. 91m (in life).