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are you using expanded or classic for this clan?
I’m using Expanded for some of that good ol ✨flavor✨
A late thank you for all the kind words on this ask! Y'all are too dang sweet 🥹🫶
Featured kitties and kind word sayers from left to right are: Mapledash of @whirlclan, Mousethorn from @cutieclangen, Gutterrat from @gutterclan, Oliveshade from @ranchclan, Clawstar from @direclan, ??? from @astray-clangen, and Greyswoop from @boughclan-clangen!
i spy a little larchmask! Thank you again for drawing her! Everyone is so pretty all gathered together!
Moon 30, part 1/2.
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Under the cut is the full background page without the text bubbles and panels in front of it (which I'm super proud of), and a list of all the cameos for fans!!
Cameos, catmeos, cameows~~
Willowburr by @fleacoveredfur Mulberrystripe by @froodyie Larchmask by @tidalclan Rockheart by @stellaclaw Rose by @clangenthriftclan Mudsnail by @gardenergulfie Shardstar by @rorys-regular-blog Rockwatcher by my bestie @leafbonesss Canarysight by @pigeonf1sh Blizzardfawn by @direclan Beetleface by my girlfriend @smiagg Glowdapple by @trailblazer-clangen-comic Curlewshade by @stitched-howls Butterflypaw by @a-song-upon-the-waves-wishclan
(And here's one with the tags relatively close to the cats so you know which one is which... sort of...)
AWAAAAHHHHH Larch and Light look so so so cute in your style! Thank you so much, this is so cute! Have a happy Valentines!
I wonder I wonder where and who they’ll end up with >:3
Happy Valentine's Day! 💖
I drew some of my fave clangen ships! Most of these aren't canon (yet? 🥹) because I love yearning and misery, obviously
Rivercall and Goldrun from @castaway-clan - they live rent free in my head all the time forever. why is Goldrun falling asleep on Rivercall? Who knows but I'm sure the man could use a nap
Larchmask and Lightchaser from @tidalclan - I JUST THINK THEY'D BE SO CUTE OKAY
Erminepaw and Songpaw from @loudclan-clangen - when do they get to be happy
what are your guys's favorite prey ??? 🍖
just wait until they discover shellfish/crab meat, it'll be all over for them
I'm taking some time to make moon 10 so im gonna be postin some questions and maybe some memes plus
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Fogfreckle’s body hits the ground hard, rolling halfway down the slope as Moonstar slides down after him, pebbles skidding out from under her paws as she rushes to his side.
“Fogfreckle?” Moonstar’s voice wavers as she reaches him in a spray of stones, hovering a scraped paw gently over his bleeding body as she hesitates. He’s just lying there, chest rising and falling shallowly, as blood oozes from thick punctures along his back that stains his pale fur red. Should she roll him over? What if his bones are broken? He’s not dead, by the grace of StarClan, but she’s no medicine cat – she has no idea how close he is to death or how much worse she’ll make it if she tries to move him.
The circling shadow of the eagle drifts over them with another ear-splitting, screeching cry, and Moonstar’s fear makes the decision for her. She grabs Fogfreckle by the scruff of the neck and begins to haul him farther down the slope. She doesn’t want to injure him more than he already is, but she knows it’ll be worse if they’re caught out here on the open mountainside once the larger predators in the area catch scent of his blood and come to investigate.
Fogfreckle doesn’t make a single nose of pain as she pulls him through the dirt. She drags him as far as a tumbled collection of boulders and stones, squeezing into a space between the rocks that is just big enough for Moonstar to fit her body through and drag Fogfreckle in after her. The space is tight, without a lot of room to move, and Moonstar has to swallow panic and bile as the walls seem to press in around them.
“This is best,” she says aloud to herself, “foxes or fishers can’t reach us in here. It has to be here.” The self-soothing doesn’t do much to abate her claustrophobia, but Fogfreckle makes a pained noise in response to her voice and all thoughts of herself vacate her mind.
Fogfreckle whimpers as Moonstar licks his wounds clean, flinching as she clears dirt from the punctures with her rough tongue. She doesn’t say anything while she works, but she nearly sags in relief with every flinch and whimper from her brother. He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s alive and he’s okay.
“Stay here,” she says at last when she’s cleaned most of the blood and debris from his fur. It’s still oozing sluggishly from his wounds, bright and wet. “I need to find cobwebs. Do you think you broke anything?”
“I don’t think so,” Fogfreckle murmurs, voice weak and faint with exhaustion.
“Reckless,” Moonstar murmurs back, licking his forehead once. “Alright. Okay. Stay safe. Please, please, stay safe. I’ll get us help, okay? I’ll find someone to help.”
Moonstar scrambles out from under the claustrophobic press of rocks and pelts back up the mountain, swerving trees and boulders and leaping roots as she climbs higher and higher. Panic and grief strangles her thundering heart, pushing her to run faster and faster until her legs are burning. She reaches a break in the pines, a ledge buffeted by the wind, and yowls at the top of her lungs until her voice runs ragged.
“HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP! PLEASE! HELP!”
Her voice echoes back to her across the mountain, mimicking her fear. When it fades, there is only the sound of the mountain. Wind in her ears, the rustle of leaves in the trees, insects that hum in the sun. A sob escapes her, then a full blown wail, and her body collapses beneath her as the lack of response presses against her.
They are alone. At sunrise, she awoke as the leader of this clan, and at sundown she is so terribly, horribly, awfully alone.
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Got a question for the cats of the tides? They'll be happy to answer your questions! If you want to ask the one behind the drawings too, go ahead. I'd love to chat :D
Shadestar might need a moment tho
hnnng i don't like the new interface either tbh...
them darn spring-break students causing a ruckus on the beach
oh wait tide's what-
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