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My favorite panel sketch from the upcoming moon, before I ruin it with lineart

Moon 3 - Part 1

Gutterrat’s friend says nice things about Longpaw, but it just makes Gutterrat feel guilty.

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Moon 5 Part 4

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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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Brb boutta smack those neighbouring clan cats upside the head and see how they like it. How dare they!

I hope Moon and Fog will prove them wrong!

GET 'EM ANON, GET 'EM

The results are in! The comic format will remain unchanged :)

Hi friends! I'm wondering if uploading page by page instead of by moon would be preferred by readers or not - what do you think?

(For reference, current moon updates average about 3 or 4 pages)

Moon 4 - Part 2

Maybe we should move someplace new / and build time machines to go and get us back / Back before we were brittle

Gutterrat was seen speaking to a Camosunclan cat across the border. Scandalous!

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Ferntail, a young warrior of strict Camosunclan, had met Gutterrat across the border before the founding of Gutterclan. Then a loner named Brie, Gutterrat- both personable and lonely- had struck up a rapport with Ferntail.

Ferntail himself- something of a punching bag, as a "Medius" near the bottom of his clan's hierarchy- fell into an easy friendship with Brie, free from the constraints of rank.

He declared himself to be Brie's mentor (though he was scarcely a moon older). The two spent a season "training" together - escaping to the fantasy that Brie might one day join the clan as a full warrior of Camosunclan, and openly live alongside Ferntail.

Some things aren't meant to be.

I ended up busier than I expected and have been occupied with family for the holiday, but I'm itching to get the next update out soon!

I also downloaded a new art program to play around with the text boxes a little bit, so that'll be exciting to figure out 👀

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).

what would be Moonstar and Fogfreckle's sexuality or crush? 🏳️‍🌈🩷

Moonstar is a lesbian, and Fogfreckle is pan!

Moon 2.10

Better read on ComicFury!

the in game events that led to all this: Icestar confuses Troutpelt in a conversation. Fawnblink says something hateful to Troutpelt. Magpiespot has a weird feeling about something Fawnblink said the other day.