I Promise Promise I'm Working On Nimbus Stuff!! I've Got Like Sixty Things I'm Tryna Draw At Once, Forgive

Skykestrel! And poor Clove, they did not ask for this…

Wonder what Brackenleaf wants to warn Oakspider about.

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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 👀

the two siblings remind me quite a bit of four ocs I have! I think they’d get along quite well!

They’re all silver colored and my four are either solid color or tabby patterned, and they’ve all gone through hardship!

Their names are Hopesong, Joyheart, Wonderleap, And Loveface! What do you think?

Awww, super cute!! Hopesong is an adorable name :3

MY BOOOOY!!! THAT'S MY BOY!!!!!

I LOOOOVE how you did his cloud markings!!! He's sososososo cute oh my god I'm going to explode

you are SO SWEET 😭😭THANK YOU!!!

I was incredibly inspired by @nimbusclan’s beautiful work of my girlie Milkfur, so here’s six cats from various clangen/wc oc accounts I liked! Links to their creators are down below 🧡🍀

Swarmpaw belongs to @hareclan-clangen and I love this grouchy teen

Vinekit from the lovely @splinterclan

Mottlepaw you’ve never done anything wrong in your life I love you - @currentclan-downthemountain

Weaselcall from @shadow-in-the-blizzard I love your use of “unnatural” colors in your cats

Mothchirp from @chasing-faith-and-fate

And last but not least, the little guy Fogpaw, by the brilliant, kind, and talented @nimbusclan

Moon 5 Part 2

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Moonstar gasps awake, sitting up so fast she rams her head into the thick underside of a low-hanging branch that she and her brother had spent the night taking turns sleeping under. They’ve been doing that, taking turns – who knows what things are lurking out here in the dark, so far from home.

If they can't go back, does it still count as home? 

“Ow…” Moonstar groans, a sharp throb pounding against her skull. What a way to start the morning.

Fogfreckle ducks his head underneath one of the branches, sweeping past the leaves to gaze curiously at his sister. He tilts his head questioningly, mouth open to ask what’s wrong, when the words die on his tongue and his eyes widen.

“Fogfreckle!” Moonstar mews excitedly, leaping to her paws. “You’ll never guess what happened!”

“Your– your forehead,” Fogfreckle croaks. “You… were visited by StarClan?”

“What about my forehead?” Moonstar asks, confused and distracted. She presses a paw against her head to see if perhaps she’s bleeding, but her paw doesn’t come away warm or wet. The rest of her brother’s words filter to her slowly through the dull throb of pain and the fog of the early hour. She pouts. “Yeah, Star– how did you guess so quick?”

“There’s– your forehead. You have a star. A leader’s star.”

Moonstar’s pout deepens. “Well. That kind of steals my thunder.”

“Moonpool, what happened?”

“Moonstar now, actually.” Moonstar grins. “StarClan visited me in my dreams and granted me my nine lives. Isn’t that crazy? I didn’t even have to– there was no–” Moonstar’s tongue can hardly keep up with everything that’s swirling in her brain, the experience of her leader’s ceremony playing back to her as if memory and not just dream. “NimbusClan lives on, Fogfreckle. In us, just like you said. We’re to lead NimbusClan into its new future.”

“‘We’?” Fogfreckle asks weakly, jaw slack with disbelief.

“Of course, ‘we’!” Moonstar laughs, bounding closer to her brother. She feels so full of life, coursing through her like the widest, wildest river. “I wouldn’t be here if not for you, you know that. Besides, what’s a leader without her deputy?”

“Deputy?” Fogfreckle repeats, dumbstruck.

“What are you, a raven?” Moonstar laughs. “Yes, deputy! As leader, I’m appointing you as deputy of NimbusClan, Fogfreckle.”

Fogfreckle swells with pride, pale chest fluffed out as he inhales a shaky breath. “I– yes, Moonstar. Thank you.”

“Don’t get all formal on me, now. You’re my brother first, deputy second.”

“So, we really are still a Clan.” He grins, then the expression fades from his face somewhat. His eyes take on an earnest shine. “Did you… I know you’re not supposed to talk about the ceremony, but… when you visited StarClan, did you… did you see our parents?”

Moonstar smiles gently, heart squeezing painfully in her chest. Dad had told her to tell Fogfreckle that their parents miss him, too, so surely StarClan won’t be displeased if she shares just that much? “Yes. I saw them. Mom and Dad. They told me to tell you they miss you.”

Fogfreckle hiccups, stepping close to push his head hard against Moonstar’s.

“I wish you could have seen them too,” She adds in a whisper, nuzzling into his dawn-warmed fur. The sun is just starting to crest the side of the mountain on its way up, crawling lazily into the sky. Greenleaf heat creeps on silent, soft paws across her pelt. It’ll be humid later, but for now, it’s pleasant.

“Maybe they’ll walk in my dreams one day, too.”

“I hope so.” Moonstar presses one more smile into his fur and then pulls back, squaring her shoulders in what she hopes is a leaderly fashion. It’s only her brother, but she may as well start getting used to playing the role. “Alright, deputy. What’s our first order of business?”

Fogfreckle grins. “How about breakfast? I could go for some eggs.”

“Perfect idea.”

Both cats stretch out their paws and take off, bounding up the mountain.

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Moon 1.10

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nearing sunset.

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I've been spending so much time hunched over my drawing tablet that when I stand up straight my spine cracks

The mentors are bonding! and friends are being made.

But so are enemies... hopefully the new mediator can help them. SerpentWings ref under the cut

A former rouge waits by the border asking to join the clan.

Its currently spring (I dont read the books so I'm choosingto ignore the 'newleaf like words')

they way I draw, the size of text etc are subject to change. I can't stay constant for to long.

Is frogfreckle going to die

Until the next update, he is neither alive nor dead.

Schrodinger's Fogfreckle