Happy WIP Wednesday! Here's A Messy Thumbnail Sketch From The Upcoming Moon 7 :)

Why is there a snake awake during winter, i ask the Cat RNG

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[ This Tag on the latest moon totally killed me in the good way 🤣]

[ Poor guy, he really does thinks that abandoning Freckle on the spot would be better for her in the long run then her sticking with him. Even just trying to train Freckle reminded him of his own training and the idea of having to train like that again freaked him out, not wanting things to repeat. Not with her. ]

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"I'm just gonna draw prominent events," I said, "It's not going to be a lot of work because I'm only going to draw big game stuff," I said.

-proceeds to draw 7 panels and 3 pages worth of filler episode-

GET OUT OF MY DREAMS

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Moon 3, Part 1

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“Stop breathing on me.”

“I’m not anywhere near you, Fogpaw.”

“You are, because you’re close enough to be breathing on me.”

StarClan help her.

“What’s your problem?” Moonpaw asks, unable to keep claws of exasperation from sharpening her voice. She’s not anywhere near him. They’ve been walking side by side for ages, up this horrible, hot mountain to the highest edge of their territory, under the horrible, blazing sun, and only now he’s going to fuss that she’s been beside him this entire time?

“What’s your problem?” He mocks in a poor imitation of Moonpaw’s meow, sticking his tongue out at the end of his sentence. 

Moonpaw scoffs. The fur along her back is so warm it feels as though it’s been set aflame under the full force of the greenleaf sun, and her paws ache with the near-vertical climb up harsh ground. Short on patience, she lifts a paw and bats Fogpaw with it. He should consider himself lucky she kept her claws sheathed.

Fogpaw whirls on her, astonished and angry, and whaps her with a paw of his own. Her ears flatten and her fur bristles as she rears back, tail fluffed up to twice its size.

“Seriously, what is wrong with you?”

“You hit me first!”

“Because you’re being an idiot!”

“Well, if you would stop stepping all over me–”

“FINE!” Moonpaw screeches. A few songbirds lift from the sparse trees that cling to the cliffside, startled. “If I’m just so in your way, I’ll get out of your fur!”

“GOOD!” Fogpaw yowls back. “I’m going hunting by myself!”

Fogpaw stomps off and Moonpaw hisses at his retreating back, her own arched and angry. What is he being such a mouse-brain for? She whips around, intending to get her emotions out by sinking her claws into something, but her head is too cloudy with anger to focus on the scents surrounding her. It doesn’t help any that somebody had her training cut short because her mentor got buried under a pile of boulders.

Angry tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, she crouches down in defeat. She can’t do this. She can’t do this – pretending that everything is fine, walking in some random direction and hoping for a miracle. She’s walked every inch of this territory since her earliest apprentice days. The best place for a camp was drowned in rocks and rubble. They’re not going to find another one.

Despair sinks quick claws into her chest, overwhelms her with the thought, I wish StarClan had buried me, too.

A sharp blur of color speeds past her. Pupils dilating, her despair fades to the back of her mind as she hones in on a rabbit that’s sped by and settled several fox-lengths away, sniffing and nibbling at some grass that’s struggling to grow through the cracks in the rock.

She flexes her claws against the rough ground. Catching a juicy piece of fresh-kill is the best kind of therapy. 

Dropping into a hunter’s crouch, she drags her belly slowly over the mountain as she creeps up on the rabbit, closing the distance between them to a few tail-lengths. The wind is in her favor, and the rabbit hasn’t spotted her yet.

An ear-splitting yowl cuts through the air. The rabbit’s ears go up, eyes round and frightened, and it bounds away. Alarmed, Moonpaw’s ears also fly up, head swiveling in the direction of the noise.

Fogpaw.

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🌷fo both fog and moon! (Im pretty sure this hasnt been asked yet 😅)

-Direclan

🌷Quirks or other mannerisms? Both Fogfreckle and Moonstar are very picky about their nests! They like them ✨just so✨, so having to find somewhere new to sleep every night while traveling often leaves them both irritable in the mornings.

Question is from this ask game!

✍️ What inspired you to make your clangen

comic/ other media?

*twirls hair* haha so actually nimbus you were one of my big big inspirations for starting Ranchclan, we started posting around the same time and just I’ve always been a fan of your work and think you’re super cool 🧡

Otherwise of course @/fallenclan, @/rippleclan, @/loudclan-clangen, @/splinterclan (jfc that most recent update moonpaw and Bess my poor girl), @/direclan (! Hi friend), @/sporeclan, @/circusclan, and so many more there’s so many good ones.

I’ve been absolutely loving @/astray-clangen, @/canaryclan, @/forestclan-clangen (HIGHLY SUGGEST), @/smoke-clan, @/midsummerclan, @/hillclan-ruins

But I think the real truth is I got really inspired by @/crypitdclaws clangen from like a million years ago, Meowymanstar lives permanently in my brain. Their work with Bignose is super cute to me as a borzoi lover

Moon 3 - Part 3

you take a load off, annie (and you put the load right on me)

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Im about to be busy asf tomorrow driving 10hrs for rabbits