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Interlude 3-4

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no but really how do cobwebs work

nearing sunset.

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six clangen characters meme except i did 7 and ALMOST did another one but i ran out of steam hahaha so hopefully a doodle of my fursona in the empty space suffices.

left to right, up to down, we've got:

dr. frecklesmoke from @uss-echo-clangen

blizzardfawn from @direclan

zinniaspirit from @sapling-clangen

moorsnow from @splinterclan

iciclepaw from @a-song-upon-the-waves-wishclan

ospreystorm from @the-tale-of-stingrayclan

shadowdive from @salt-clangen

thank you to everyone who made suggestions!! i had so much fun drawing these characters!

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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Hello my friends! I'm working on Moon 7 and I can't decide -

I've been using a color layer set to multiply while the cats are in their den to make them appear darker (y'know, like they're in the dark) but I can't tell if it's TOO dark and makes it harder to see.

Anyone have any opinions? Should I ditch the multiply layer or is it easy enough to see even though it's desaturated?

Pt.2 of @boughclan-clangen's ask!

Asks are from this ask game!

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🌳 What does their family tree look like?

Like this! I only did direct lineage for this family tree, 'cause otherwise with various mates and cousins and distant relatives it would've taken forever to draw and, frankly, it's not important.

And yes - though most of these relatives are not important lore-wise, they DO have backstories. So, if you're curious about any of them, feel free to send in an ask!

Ask was from this ask game!

okay - we’re getting closer and closer to getting this show on the road! Scripts for the first five moons are done, and I just gotta get those sketches and lines done. One more question - the header! I’m trying to figure out what to draw to put there. If yall could spread this post around that would be so lovely!

Aaaaa, he looks so adorable in your style!! Thank you so much for drawing my boy, he's BEAUTIFUL ✨✨✨

thanks for the suggestions, sry I couldn't get all of them!! it was fun (and needed) to flex my drawing muscles a bit with very different kinds of characters. The characters are

Wingstep from @splinterclan

Clownwish from @circus-clangen

Sparrowtuft from @featherclan

Bugstar from @cricketclangen

Fogfreckle from @nimbusclan

Coldpaw from @ranchclan

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I HAD TO POST THIS YESTERDAY I'M SO SORRY

This is my absolute favorite drawing of him, actually, so eepy, so sleeper