Coldcrash Has Crashed Out

AAAAAAHHH Larchmask looks so so soft in your style! Can’t to see her in the next update!

Hey everyone!

There's a moon coming up where I'm gonna have to draw a lot of cats, and I want to make fanart for all my fans too - so please reply with/send me full body refs of any adult cats you want to be drawn and I'll draw them in this headshot template and put them in one of the upcoming CurlClan comics!!

The template is for 6 cats but I'll actually be drawing 12. Be aware I'm going to adapt your cats into the CurlClan style, and it'll be first come first served!

Thank you~~

not me realizing I never even made a panel for lightpaw's warrior name then proceed to reveal it ACK

MOON 2

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i think im changing coldcrash’s design again after moon 15. i cant look at her anymore and think “i like this”.

I'm taking some time to make moon 10 so im gonna be postin some questions and maybe some memes plus

heavily debating on having a side-clangen-blog using the Dark Forest Challenge rules... Would anyone be interested in that? I will say that updates would be a bit slower between tidalclan and the dark-forest blog but if no one minds that then why not right

What exactly happened to make Shade, Light, and Cold leave their previous clan?

So obviously I didnt answer these questions right away because I knew the comic would answer these questions later on. So sorries for the probably very late reply, but here's the written version since we've not gotten to that point.

Back when Shadestar was a 'paw in BlazeClan, she unexpectedly received a very disturbing dream. She doesn't remember it very well, but there were voices speaking, and the scent of smoke and seasalt. Thinking it might've been from StarClan, Shadepaw approached their medic cat, Duckcry. Duckcry was shocked to hear Shadepaw had such a dream and was immediately brought to Thornstar. In their private meeting, Shadepaw learned that both Duckcry and Thornstar have had the same dream. But while Duckcry urged to heed the warning, Thornstar dismissed it completely. He demanded that neither cats tell anyone about it, even threatening to punish them.

Unable to truly ignore the dream, Shadepaw convinced Lightpaw to follow her. As they snuck out of camp, the only kit born in the season, Coldkit, had followed them out. Shadepaw wasn't able to convince her to go back, and decided to lead the two cats out of BlazeClan territory, towards the sea.

She had always planned to return if she was wrong about the dream. But when she received her nine lives and heard the voices again, she had a feeling that this new arrangement was permanent. And when she saw the dark smoke in the sky, there was no doubt that BlazeClan was destroyed.

She still doesn't know why she received the dream, or why Thornstar denied a warning from StarClan, but she doesn't believe it was StarClan's will to see BlazeClan destroyed. She firmly believes they were trying to warn them.

The first page of my next Clangen comic is up and running! Trying out a new comic format too and seeing how this one goes ^^

MothClan - Moon 0 (Part 1)

Moon 0 (1/2)

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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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Another one! She's a pretty one too ^^

Also our first injury! Yay(?)

Edit: pretty big jump in designs after this point, new refs can be found here

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