New Profile Cause Im On A Roll ^^

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I updated Clangen with the new fresh-kill system but I really don't know how to feel about it yet. I'm not sure if I will just ignore it as I started TidalClan before the update or just slowly somehow integrate it if things like starvation really affect the plot. I may have to include it for my upcoming Dark Forest Challenge run (In progress and woo boy).

im paying for my hubris by trying to draw all the other cats from tidalclan's neighbouring clans but they are all at the same moon as i am (moon 30 as of writing this) and trying to make their refs for every 10th moon is hard given all the characters and deaths and subtracting moon ages

the cat rng really said "only one kid? nah, have another"

first tidalclan kitties!! i was super suprised that dawn looked so much like his dad, not a single bit of mama tide on him. i added freckles so he has at least a smidge of his mom's features

currently i fiddled a little and made tide and light adopt splinter since that seemed the most obvious thing to do, so dawn has an older sister already ^^

also, the first two panels were inspired by this post from @/cowboyfirestar

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MothClan - Moon 0 (Part 2)

Moon 0 (2/2)

Run for your lives...

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its tidal time baby!

decided to go back and freshen up some of the refs. really did not like larch's design ugh. coldpaw is gonna have to grow on me, she's got the bengal pelt and MAN that is not easy for me

larchmask and tidefur aren't the founders but i mean im not gonna leave em out. this is the clan at around moon 10, which is probably gonna be posted tomorrow

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[ ??? suggests this might be a good chance to practice new fighting techniques with Freckle ] [ Proceed ] ⊲ [ Unfortunately, neither cat steps up to teach. It makes everything feel awkward and like a waste of time, and the cats give up. ]

✏️Who’s your favorite character to draw/write?

Ooo that's a bit of a toughie

In terms of writing at least, I'm so attached to my main three, but I'm gonna have to say Coldcrash is first with Shadestar and Lightchaser close behind. Coldcrash started as this wide-eyed, excited kit going on an adventure with two apprentices to becoming a medicine cat who is especially connected to StarClan and feels weighed by what she knows. She still feels unsure about how best to go about it, with only being able to ask the other medicine cats every half-moon. She's still very much growing into her own, and I'm enjoying watching that happen

As for drawing, I have to say Larchmask. she just feels so flowy and fun to draw! Plus her color palette is just chef's kiss.

There's another character i love drawing but they can't be revealed yet shhhhhh

Interlude 5-6

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now who could this be

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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