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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!

moon 16 part 1.

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Pt. 2 of @ranchclan's ask!

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because there's no way to reply to tags, I wanted to broadly say it makes me so so happy to see all the kind words and nice things y'all are saying about the comic so far!! 😭💖 i'm giving you all hugs and little kisses on the head for putting a smile on my face with the lovely things you've said

I promise promise I'm working on Nimbus stuff!! I've got like sixty things I'm tryna draw at once, forgive me

Work has been rather hectic for me lately and I've been swamped with petsitting in addition, so I haven't had much time to draw - but I'll get around to it!

Answering pt. 1 of @boughclan-clangen's ask!

Asks are from this ask game!

Refs for our starter kitties!

Moonpaw: A pale tabby she-cat, eyes of sunlit ice, medium fur length. Nervous, picky nest-builder. 8m old.

Fogpaw: A white, unusually spotted (rosette) pale gray tom, cobalt eyes, medium fur length. Daring, quick to make peace, picky nest-builder. 8m old.

I couldn't NOT share this WIP omg I'm fiddling with a new way to do backgrounds and I'm literally so obsessed w/ this I had to share

Moon 6

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Cold wind whistles through the rocks Moonstar and Fogfreckle are hunched under, bringing the crisp scents of first leaf-fall. With a shiver, Moonstar presses closer to Fogfreckle for warmth, but startles back as he lets out a pained hiss. She rests her gaze on her brother for a moment, eyeing the bristled, spiky fur of his pelt that sticks up around the cobwebs she did her best to wrap him with, stiff with dried blood.

The talon marks that are sunk into his back worry Moonstar. She wishes she had listened better when she was an apprentice, when their old medicine cat, Loudtalon, had been rambling on about herbs. She doesn’t want to try mixing a poultice for her brother in case she gets it wrong; she wouldn't even know where to begin. The most she can do is change his cobwebs when the blood starts to soak through and pray to StarClan that infection doesn’t set in.

She’s been doing her best to keep his wounds clean, but he’ll need new cobwebs soon. With a heavy sigh, she rises to her paws as much as the rocks crushing in around them will allow, her shoulders brushing the ceiling. Her ears have been pinned to her head for so long now that she thinks they may get stuck that way.

Moonstar moves towards Fogfreckle to give his ear an affectionate lick before she leaves, but he ducks away from her, wincing at the movement.

Moonstar halts and pulls back, chin wobbling.

Puffing her fur against the biting wind, unseasonable for this early in leaf-fall, she squeezes her way out of their makeshift den in search of three thing: cobwebs for her brother, fresh-kill for the both of them, and someplace they can finally call home.

With Fogfreckle injured, her search is limited.

Moonstar pads across the mountain, eyes sharp for the movement of prey but mind elsewhere. Before Fogfreckle was confined to his nest to heal from the eagle attack, they were constantly on the move. So far, they haven’t found anywhere that would make for a good camp. They’ve slept in abandoned dens, up in the branches of trees, tucked under scrubbly, thorny bushes – but a place big enough for two cats to sleep is nowhere near large enough for a camp.

They will rebuild NimbusClan. StarClan decreed it – StarClan chose her as leader. It has to be for something, she has to have something, some trait or destiny or something that StarClan can see that she can’t, or they wouldn’t have chosen her. Her stomach churns uncomfortably at the thought.

Her mind strays to worse thoughts, the sharp glide of golden wings slicing through the air a constant in her mind this past moon. She can’t shake how odd it was – sure, it’s not strange that a mother would want to protect her eggs – but the way it shifted its beady black glare from Moonstar to her brother seemed tainted with something more than just a mother’s protection.

With effort, she shakes the subject from her mind and sets to canvassing this section of mountain. She doesn’t want to stray too far from where Fogfreckle is, so she’s been going out in a different direction each day in the hopes she’ll find something suitable. Today, she pokes her head into a shaded clearing of pine trees, only to be met with the blinking eyes of several racoons peering through the needles – sniffs around the opening of a fox den that smells very clearly occupied (hurrying away as quickly and silently as her paws with allow) – and shrinks back into the shadows of a leafy bush when a pair of twolegs turn a corner onto a twolegtrail, speaking loudly in their foreign tongue and likely scaring away all the prey in the area.

She only manages to catch one meager mouse – but that’s fine, because it’s Fogfreckle’s favorite, and with a cobweb-coated twig cradled carefully between her teeth, she doesn’t think she’d be able to carry more than one piece of fresh-kill at the same time, anyways.

Fogfreckle stirs as she presses back into their den, her head angled awkwardly so she can get through with the stick clamped in her jaws. He glances at her as she pushes the mouse towards him, and then looks down at his paws as she sets to working clearing the old cobwebs from his fur. She tries to be gentle, but she’s no good at this medicine cat stuff. Fogfreckle grimaces the entire time and lets his mouse go cold, not sharing a single word with his sister as she rasps a tongue over his wounds, cleaning the dried blood from his fur.

Moonstar goes to sleep when she’s done, stomach rumbling, and tries not to cry.

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I wanted to do something silly for Opposite Day, so I drew the siblings doing my Twoleg job!