"It was a message from StarClan," she murmured. A distant look came into her eyes. "Fire alone can save our clan."
Spottedleaf's message from StarClan - The Prophecies Begin
Tumblr attempts to sabotage me again by making the image look a little blurry 0-0 RIP Spottedleaf. I'm trying to make a super small comic strip based on Dawn of the Clans but that's hard so I procrastinated with this instead. Enjoy!!!
Hi! Totally didn't forget to post on monday, anyway, here is a submission I made for AbsoluteCreatureVibes's DTIYS
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The rest of Moon 1 & Moon 0
Dawn of the Clans was such a cool concept for a wc book series! It’s so sad that female characters and certain plot points were just so weak; idk if it’s just that arc but it seems like later arcs just don’t have the best writing :,( like so much could have been done with family dynamics and everything but they were so determined to get from point A (no clans) to point B (the beginning of clans) they forgot characters are more than plot devices. Reading The Prophecies Begin after DOTC causes whiplash LIKEYOURE TRYING TO TELL ME ITS THE SAME SERIES?!!! there is so much fan made content i’ve read and seen that just blow DOTC out of the water with quality. Wish it could have a do over
This is all to say you should read DOTC if you haven’t
hey guys! just fyi i do traditional art as well so if you have any cats you’d like painted my commissions are open 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 thank you for your support even though i haven’t been very active on this account butttttt its fall so it’s starting to feel like warriors season
Pet portrait! <3
she blues on my star til i lose all nine lives. is this something?
u guys know me, i love writing warrior cats with a touch of horror :)
ivykit races up to her one morning out of breath, saying: “mommy, mommy, guess what?”
whitewing laughs at her daughters enthusiasm - dovekit is usually the more chattier of the two, and seeing ivykit so excited is a rare occurrence.
“what?” whitewing purrs, bending down to lick behind her daughters ears.
“i made a new friend!” ivykit chirps, ducking from her mothers grooming.
whitewing pauses for a moment, confused a little about her daughters statement - ivykit knows every cat thunderclan by now, as does her sister. after a moment, she guesses that this is probably just an imaginary friend; she never had one herself, but she remembers ferncloud telling her that spiderleg did when he was young. poor ivykit can be so quiet, a little lonesome - but she seems so happy right now that whitewing doesn’t want to burst her bubble.
instead, she purrs: “oh, really? a new friend?”
“mmhmm,” ivykit nods, looking out of the nursery’s entrance. “i told him i wanted to come and introduce you to him, but he was a little shy.”
whitewing chuckles - definitely an imaginary friend. ivykit is only four moons old, so she supposes she’s not too old to have an active imagination - and she seems so happy at the moment, too.
“well, that’s okay,” whitewing says, smiling at her daughter. “where did you meet him?”
“behind the apprentices den,” ivykit tells her, proudly. “i saw him hiding there and went over to ask who he was, but we started talking and he’s pretty funny.”
whitewing twitches her whisker. “well, that’s good. where are his mom and dad? did you ask him if he’s lost?” she asks, humoring ivykit.
ivykit shakes her head. “mama, he’s like, the same age as you! i don’t think he lives with his parents!”
whitewing feels a trickle of discomfort down her spine - she doesn’t know why that detail bothers her, but something about this….friend begins to unsettle her. maybe ivykit is a little too old for imaginary friends, or maybe it’s for a reason that whitewing can’t place yet.
“oh, well,” she starts, not wanting to discourage ivykit when she seems so excited. “an adult, huh? what did…well, what did he look like? what’s his name?”
ivykit frowns. “he didn’t say his name,” she mumbles. “but he talked a little funny. i think it’s because of the stick he had poking out of his throat.”
Fireheart seems like the type to get a motorbike in his youth and now he doesn’t now what to do with it/ doesn’t have the heart to get rid of it.
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