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moon 0, page 8

>sunset patrol.

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Moon 1.10

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Moon 0-4 (Prologue)

Oh,, oh boy, Flintpaw. You should really see someone about that sleepwalking habit... too bad the medicine cat's dead </3

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Rambling under the cut

This is probably my favourite moon so far !! Joined a lovely community of other clangen creators and it really inspired me to get this done. And !! I don't have the draw the tree ever again unless it shows up for more symbolism !

The people voted for text instead of handwritten so after moon 0 is up, I'll switch over to text ! In the meantime, I'll try to find a font :D

Two more pages until we're done the prologue !! Exciting!

Howdy friend how’s it going, hope you’re having a good week 🧡

🎨 Favorite Hobbies? For both moon and fog please!

🎆What do omens/messages from StarClan look like to your cats? I’d love to just expand this to how do Starclan or the dark forest interact with the physical

🪵 What natural resources does your clan collect for tools, rituals, decoration, etc?

🌀Out of context spoilers/WIP?

🌍 What are some of your irl inspirations for the lore/worldbuilding of your comic?

Hello my friend!! My week has been fantastic, actually, I hope yours has been just as good!

🎨 Favorite Hobbies? - Answered here!

🎆 What do omens/messages from StarClan look like to your cats? - Omens can be interpreted by medicine cats (or others, if they assume what they're interpreting is an omen) and can be just about anything! Clouds rolling quickly across the sky, discarded bug parts found in an uncommon area, a gathering of birds in the branches of a barren tree - it can really be anything! The expanded version of the question was answered here!

🪵 What natural resources does your clan collect for tools, rituals, decoration, etc.? -This question was answered here!

🌀 Out of context spoilers/WIP? -Here's an upcoming snippet from the next arc!

“Alpinepaw, what are you talking about? You’re being scary.” “It’s called the Chasm. That’s where bad cats go when they die. They say it goes so far down, not even the lights of Silverpelt reach. Their evil souls are thrown into the Chasm by StarClan, and become Chasm-Cursed.” “That’s not true! You’re making this up!” Alpinepaw shrugs, trying not to let his smile show. “That’s what Fogfreckle told me.”

🌍 What are some of your irl inspirations for the lore/worldbuilding of your comic? -I'm an avid fan of hiking, so my biggest inspiration is probably just the landscape of the northeast! I'm a huge outdoorsy nerd and I love to explore, so writing a story about a big journey just made sense! Also, Moonstar and Fogfreckle being siblings is directly inspired by two cats that I catsit for - Hans and Dominic! They're brothers, and I'm fully obsessed with the pair of them. I decided to make a siblings-focused ClanGen run because of them!

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Aww omg Finchwisp has a crush thats so sweet what a wholesome moon for her 🥰 ... OH.

Interlude 0-1

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Swirling clouds encircle the summit of Star Reach, stirred as if by a breeze.

No wind blows here in StarClan. Frostcrest settles delicately beside the leader she had in life, curling her tail neatly over her paws.

“She’s hardly more than a kit, Pitchstar.”

“Moonpaw will not fall,” The old, dark bengal replies. His eyes are fixed unwaveringly on the churning, writhing clouds below him. Frostcrest’s gaze drifts to it. A blurry, rippled image of her son floats amidst the mist. He pads along a mountain trail, unaware that the eyes of StarClan are upon him. 

Frostcrest’s face twitches, her whiskers tightening. 

“After all,” Pitchstar continues, “she has her brother with her.”

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i'm gonna do a backflip this is the cutest thing i've ever drawn

moon 0, page 9

>confidante.

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Moon 7

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“All that’s left to do is to find some more cobwebs for you, bring you water-soaked moss, catch us both something to eat…” Moonstar ticks each item off on her claws, recounting the list in her head for the sixth time since waking. She’s been going over it since the sun rose, making sure she won’t forget anything her brother may need while she’s out. “Are you feeling okay?” She asks, reaching a paw towards his cobweb-covered flank. “Does it hurt at a–”

Fogfreckle’s tail easily flicks up between them, blocking her paw. She leaves it hanging awkwardly in the air between them for a heartbeat, confused, unable to tell if he had done that on purpose or not. “Really getting into that leader mindset, huh?” Her brother mews, and though there’s a slight smile to his mouth, his words fall flat as they reach her ears.

On purpose, then.

Moonstar blinks at him, trying to remember where her thoughts had gone before they’d been so succinctly cut off. “I’ve got to stay on top of things with my deputy out of commission, yeah?” She mews lightly. Her neck fur prickles with unease as the smile drops fully from Fogfreckle’s face.

“Yeah.” His voice is painfully blank. He turns his muzzle away from her, as if the boulders crowding in around them are somehow more interesting to look at. “S’pose so.”

Moonstar fidgets from paw to paw, unsure of the sudden tension stifling the two cats in the crammed space. She runs through her mental list yet again, turning each item over in her head like smooth pebbles to see if any of the contents could have pricked at her brother in a way she hadn’t considered. Try as she might, she can’t figure out how the term ‘water-soaked moss’ would have been able to turn his mood sour.

“You’re being really brave about this,” Moonstar starts, switching tactics. Her brother is still staring blankly into the darkness, turned away from her. “Sticking it out through the pain like this. I know it must hurt.”

She reaches out a paw once again, intending to rest it against his flick, but his ears flick backwards and he pushes himself out of reach. Her paw drops, the confusion at his attitude starting to morph into a hurt that yanks at her like brambles.

“I’m not a kit anymore, Moonstar.”

“...Yeah, I know,” Moonstar mews slowly, feeling like she’s padding on thorns. “You’re– you’re my deputy! You’re–

“Could you just leave me alone?” Fogfreckle curls into a tight ball, wrapping his tail over his nose. His shoulders are sharp in the dim light that issues from the crawlspace entrance, the fur along the back of his neck spiky and agitated. Moonstar frowns at the shape of him in the gloom.

If he doesn’t want her emotional support, fine. She swallows down the ball of hurt that is lodged in her throat like a bird bone and lets it out with a rough sigh. Screw her for trying to be helpful. He can rot, for all she cares, as long as he stays here and stays out of trouble.

She stalks towards the entrance of their makeshift den, shoulders brushing the boulder above her. “I’ll go get your moss.”

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