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introDUCIIING. COMFREYPAW.

also introducing me again lmao hello it's me back no promises on how regular it'll be again but hopefully more than once every 5 months ehuehu..

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Moon 0

Moon 15 - Moon 17

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Hiatus

Due to the holiday season coming up I'm at work seven days a week 😬 I'll hopefully be back for the next update slot but don't be surprised if BrinkClan is MIA until next year. Stay safe and join a union.

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Moon 21 Part 2

[Whippaw is surprised by Ringstar’s willingness to help]

Whip continues to enjoy his time in the clangen sun before once again returning to obscurity </3 At some point in some future update he'll have his official 'glow up' to his adult design. It makes sense to have it in this update but... he's still just a baby to me...

EXTREMELY mixed feelings about the results of this. I feel like the visual leading aspect is not excellent, and I'm a little bit worried with how long these partial-moon updates are turning out because there is a MAJOR dialogue scene coming up, and I REALLY don't want to stick huge walls of text in a frame.

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“Wolfgaze!”

“Wolfstar!”

Wolfgaze is so cute I had to draw her and my own Wolf girl

Wolfgaze is from @rippleclan ‘s blog

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BRINKCLAN - MOON 5

Havenpaw stuck her head in the nursery with a muffled mew of greeting, a vole in her jaws.

"Thanks, Havenpaw!" Rainspore mewed. The queen's ears pricked forward eagerly. "How's your training going?"

"It's great! I finally know what the territory's like!"

"You'll have to show me when I'm able to take up warrior duties again," Rainspore purred.

Havenpaw returned it with a purr of her own. A paw gently touched her flank. "Oh, right. Sorry!" She called out of the den. To Rainspore she mewed, "Tempestpelt's here to see you," and turned to leave so the medicine cat could enter.

At the sound of his name the marbled tom dozing at Rainspore's belly flicked his ears up and started scrambling over her. "Tempestpelt!"

The medicine cat bent to rub his cheek against Rindlekit. "Have you been behaving for Rainspore?" he asked.

"Yuh-huh!"

Rainspore's two kits rushed forward to greet Tempestpelt. They mewed excitedly about their morning—Archkit saw a bug!—while Rainspore ate.

"Can we go outside?" Burdockkit begged, eyes huge and pleading.

Before either cat could answer Archkit and Rindlekit charged past Tempestpelt. "Wait for me!" Burdockkit called, swiftly catching up to her denmates on three legs.

"It's cold!" Archkit yowled.

Tempestpelt and Rainspore watched the three kits tussle and chase one another, an eye on the sky for any hawks. Skystripe padded over to join them.

"Race you to the fresh-kill pile!" Burdockkit challenged.

"No fair!"

"Wait up!"

Rindlekit changed his mind halfway there and ducked behind one of the stones that marked out the dens. Ears twitching and pelt quivering, he sneaked closer to the entrance. Craning his head to make sure no one was looking he took a few cautious steps inside.

Pumastar nosed him out. "Close. I was still in here."

"Aw! It all smells like you." Rindlekit complained.

"There's a difference between fresh and stale scents," Pumastar guided the kit back towards the camp. "Come on, I'll show you all."

The kits crowded around Pumastar, weaving between his legs until Rainspore called them back to the nursery. "I don't want a nap!" Burdockkit stamped her paws.

"If you're cranky it means you're tired and need one," Rainspore reasoned.

"No!"

Tempestpelt ushered Rindlekit into the nursery and sat beside Pumastar. "Thanks for being a good sport with them."

"I've missed kits in the camp," Pumastar admitted. "I cherish you, and the others, but it's…different."

"I know what you mean," Tempestpelt agreed. He ignored the flush of warmth that came from Pumastar's statement.

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BRINKCLAN - MOON 5

Havenpaw stuck her head in the nursery with a muffled mew of greeting, a vole in her jaws.

"Thanks, Havenpaw!" Rainspore mewed. The queen's ears pricked forward eagerly. "How's your training going?"

"It's great! I finally know what the territory's like!"

"You'll have to show me when I'm able to take up warrior duties again," Rainspore purred.

Havenpaw returned it with a purr of her own. A paw gently touched her flank. "Oh, right. Sorry!" She called out of the den. To Rainspore she mewed, "Tempestpelt's here to see you," and turned to leave so the medicine cat could enter.

At the sound of his name the marbled tom dozing at Rainspore's belly flicked his ears up and started scrambling over her. "Tempestpelt!"

The medicine cat bent to rub his cheek against Rindlekit. "Have you been behaving for Rainspore?" he asked.

"Yuh-huh!"

Rainspore's two kits rushed forward to greet Tempestpelt. They mewed excitedly about their morning—Archkit saw a bug!—while Rainspore ate.

"Can we go outside?" Burdockkit begged, eyes huge and pleading.

Before either cat could answer Archkit and Rindlekit charged past Tempestpelt. "Wait for me!" Burdockkit called, swiftly catching up to her denmates on three legs.

"It's cold!" Archkit yowled.

Tempestpelt and Rainspore watched the three kits tussle and chase one another, an eye on the sky for any hawks. Skystripe padded over to join them.

"Race you to the fresh-kill pile!" Burdockkit challenged.

"No fair!"

"Wait up!"

Rindlekit changed his mind halfway there and ducked behind one of the stones that marked out the dens. Ears twitching and pelt quivering, he sneaked closer to the entrance. Craning his head to make sure no one was looking he took a few cautious steps inside.

Pumastar nosed him out. "Close. I was still in here."

"Aw! It all smells like you." Rindlekit complained.

"There's a difference between fresh and stale scents," Pumastar guided the kit back towards the camp. "Come on, I'll show you all."

The kits crowded around Pumastar, weaving between his legs until Rainspore called them back to the nursery. "I don't want a nap!" Burdockkit stamped her paws.

"If you're cranky it means you're tired and need one," Rainspore reasoned.

"No!"

Tempestpelt ushered Rindlekit into the nursery and sat beside Pumastar. "Thanks for being a good sport with them."

"I've missed kits in the camp," Pumastar admitted. "I cherish you, and the others, but it's…different."

"I know what you mean," Tempestpelt agreed. He ignored the flush of warmth that came from Pumastar's statement.

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slow start but who could blame them.

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the refs!

also i posted moon 0

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and it begins

the second image are their actual sizes for Moon 0 the first one are my refs so they're a bit bigger

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A very low-stakes moon this time, but Fuzz is a warrior now!! And poor Auburn got a splinter :( Girl can't win

Moon 48.2 - Moon 50

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Future Circusclan cat who was designed and named by the Discord! I love him and hope he survives 💔

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8

Slightstar takes Dahliafade, her new deputy, on a patrol to see a spot she deems as "the most important part of their territory." Dahliafade is apprehensive, and when they reach the place, she is horrified.

It's a lake. A huge, terrifying lake, a lake so big she can't even see the other side of it. Slightstar tries to tell Dahliafade about the beauty of the lake and its protector, the powerful Molly of the Lake. Dahliafade, however, isn't impressed as Slightstar thought she would be; she runs. As Dahliafade comes to a stop, she remembers the moment that caused her to fear the water; Poppybloom, Medicine Cat of MouseClan, had warned her of her coming doom, an omen signaling to distrust the water in all its forms. Slightstar apologizes to Dahliafade for scaring her, having only wanted to share the beauty of her beliefs with her, and sadly remembers how little she has of her mother now that she is gone. Meanwhile, Brightpaw laments that clan cats don't have more interesting stories and tales to pass down. All he hears about are StarClan and the Dark Forest, hardly groundbreaking concepts... His brother, Avalanchepaw, listens patiently. Brightpaw's melancholy is interrupted by Daisypaw, who shyly asks him if he has heard of the tales of the Molly of the Lake.

Wow this one came out so quickly! I really just blasted through working on this. It was a tonne of fun to do! I tried a new work flow for this one and not only did everything go faster, it was also SO much fun to put together! I hope you all enjoy this :)

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BRINKCLAN - MOON 4

"From this moment on you will be known as Dashlake. StarClan honors your loyalty, and we welcome you as a full member of BrinkClan."

Dashlake licked Pumastar's shoulder as the other cats took up the call. He glanced over to Skystripe, whose chest puffed with pride. He'd done it!

"Congratulations!" Havenpaw pushed against him with a purr.

"Don't freeze!" Rainspore waved her tail cheerily before ducking into the nursery. Tempestpelt gave him a solemn nod before turning for his own den.

Skystripe padded close, resting her chin atop his head as Pumastar had done. "I knew you could do it. Remember to stay silent for your vigil." She tapped the end of her tail against his muzzle before departing.

Pumastar blinked at him warmly, and Dashlake was alone.

His paws shifted on the leaf-bare hardened ground. Silverpelt glittered brightly overhead. One thing he loved, genuinely loved despite the ache of memory, about the new camp from the moment they arrived was that StarClan was never out of sight. Their ancestors could always be seen no matter the season.

A full moon hung over the camp, lighting it as much as the noon sun. Frost glittered in a reflection of StarClan. Dashlake fluffed his fur against the wind and watched the stars turn overhead.

His jaws split in a yawn as he left camp with the morning's patrol. Their small numbers still meant he had to join instead of resting after being up all night. Pumastar glanced over his shoulder at Dashlake sympathetically. "Havenpaw, Skystripe, and I will focus on hunting. You mark the border."

"Yes, Pumastar," Dashlake yawned again. He watched his Clanmates head away. Still within shouting range, he sprayed where a clump of grass used to grow.

A cat hissed fiercely. "Where do you think you're marking, mange pelt?"

Dashlake spun around. A pair of cats glowered at him, their fur bristling. He opened his mouth to reply and caught their scent. "Are you…" he struggled a brief moment to recall where he'd smelled it before. "…SoftClan warriors?"

The one on the left, a huge muscular black and white tom snarled, "What of it?"

"None of us know how many of you—"

The lithe sandy she-cat on the right spat, "It doesn't matter! Get your paws out of our territory!"

Dashlake shuffled back a few paw steps. "I'm not on your—"

She launched at him with a ferocious yowl. Dashlake hit the ground, rolling with her attack. Fear jolted him. He'd never used any battle moves! The she-cat had used too much force, however, and rolled past him. As she leapt to her paws Skystripe streaked over the rocks and slammed into her. Skystripe raked her claws down the she-cat's shoulder and swatted her flank to send her scampering across the border.

Dashlake raised his hackles, expecting the SoftClan tom to join. By then, however, Pumastar and Havenpaw had run over. Apparently not caring for the odds, both SoftClan warriors hissed and fled back into their territory.

"Why didn't you send any cat to see where SoftClan was living?!" Dashlake snapped.

Pumastar bristled. "Have you forgotten what our first moon here was like?"

Skystripe shoved herself between them. "We know where they are now, and that we're sharing a border with them." In a calmer mew to Pumastar she added, "I'd like to discuss sending an envoy when we're back at camp."

The leader nodded. "Let's go get that rabbit we scrounged up."

Dashlake hung his head. "I'm sorry, Skystripe," he murmured.

She placed her tail across his shoulders. "It's all right, Dashlake. If you're up for it, you can join Havenpaw and I later. Looks like we'll all need to toughen our claws."

"I can't believe they were so mean!" Havenpaw complained. "We haven't seen any cats in ages! And they attacked us!"

"Rainspore's a cat," Pumastar reminded her. "So are the kits."

"They're Clan. Can't doesn't count!" Havenpaw insisted.

"Clanmates are nice," Dashlake agreed.

"And they don't stink!"

Dashlake chuckled, soothed by Havenpaw's heckling. How long had it been since he'd done the same? At a Gathering, with other apprentices, sharing purrs despite a mentor's scoldings? Havenpaw deserved to have that, too.

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What I wouldn't give for a mediator. Tempestpelt sighed.

He'd learned to smooth minor irritants between Skystripe and Pumastar. Another Clan was a different beast entirely. Far better the duty go to Pumastar himself.

A flicker of movement caught his eye. He parted his jaws, but scented nothing.

Bad enough to be caught by a Clanmate ignoring the rule about going out alone again. Worse to be caught by the looming threat of why they didn't.

His jaws closed. Nothing. But, something glowed.

Tempestpelt followed it deeper into the territory. As he neared he peered closely. A cat waved its tail in greeting.

Who were they?

He nodded to it. It tilted its head as though in a purr, and pointed with its tail. Tempestpelt padded up beside it. A small cluster of herbs not yet killed by frost grew beneath a stone.

Tempestpelt's ears swiveled forward in amazement. He hadn't known if the herbs here grew in the early days of leaf-bare. He turned to the cat and crooked his tail in thanks. It dipped its head and stood. Flitting a short distance away, it glanced back at him. Tempestpelt followed.

Another sprouting of leaves.

This time Tempestpelt let out a long, satisfied purr. The cat continued flitting about, showing him small stalks of remaining herbs. Before he returned to camp, Tempestpelt dipped his head in respect. The cat waved its tail and disappeared like wind blowing away fog.

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i could have spent my time drawing today making something spooky for the season but instead i made myself a much needed quick reference sheet for everybody who's immediately relevant for 7 and on lol

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BRINKCLAN - MOON 4

"From this moment on you will be known as Dashlake. StarClan honors your loyalty, and we welcome you as a full member of BrinkClan."

Dashlake licked Pumastar's shoulder as the other cats took up the call. He glanced over to Skystripe, whose chest puffed with pride. He'd done it!

"Congratulations!" Havenpaw pushed against him with a purr.

"Don't freeze!" Rainspore waved her tail cheerily before ducking into the nursery. Tempestpelt gave him a solemn nod before turning for his own den.

Skystripe padded close, resting her chin atop his head as Pumastar had done. "I knew you could do it. Remember to stay silent for your vigil." She tapped the end of her tail against his muzzle before departing.

Pumastar blinked at him warmly, and Dashlake was alone.

His paws shifted on the leaf-bare hardened ground. Silverpelt glittered brightly overhead. One thing he loved, genuinely loved despite the ache of memory, about the new camp from the moment they arrived was that StarClan was never out of sight. Their ancestors could always be seen no matter the season.

A full moon hung over the camp, lighting it as much as the noon sun. Frost glittered in a reflection of StarClan. Dashlake fluffed his fur against the wind and watched the stars turn overhead.

His jaws split in a yawn as he left camp with the morning's patrol. Their small numbers still meant he had to join instead of resting after being up all night. Pumastar glanced over his shoulder at Dashlake sympathetically. "Havenpaw, Skystripe, and I will focus on hunting. You mark the border."

"Yes, Pumastar," Dashlake yawned again. He watched his Clanmates head away. Still within shouting range, he sprayed where a clump of grass used to grow.

A cat hissed fiercely. "Where do you think you're marking, mange pelt?"

Dashlake spun around. A pair of cats glowered at him, their fur bristling. He opened his mouth to reply and caught their scent. "Are you…" he struggled a brief moment to recall where he'd smelled it before. "…SoftClan warriors?"

The one on the left, a huge muscular black and white tom snarled, "What of it?"

"None of us know how many of you—"

The lithe sandy she-cat on the right spat, "It doesn't matter! Get your paws out of our territory!"

Dashlake shuffled back a few paw steps. "I'm not on your—"

She launched at him with a ferocious yowl. Dashlake hit the ground, rolling with her attack. Fear jolted him. He'd never used any battle moves! The she-cat had used too much force, however, and rolled past him. As she leapt to her paws Skystripe streaked over the rocks and slammed into her. Skystripe raked her claws down the she-cat's shoulder and swatted her flank to send her scampering across the border.

Dashlake raised his hackles, expecting the SoftClan tom to join. By then, however, Pumastar and Havenpaw had run over. Apparently not caring for the odds, both SoftClan warriors hissed and fled back into their territory.

"Why didn't you send any cat to see where SoftClan was living?!" Dashlake snapped.

Pumastar bristled. "Have you forgotten what our first moon here was like?"

Skystripe shoved herself between them. "We know where they are now, and that we're sharing a border with them." In a calmer mew to Pumastar she added, "I'd like to discuss sending an envoy when we're back at camp."

The leader nodded. "Let's go get that rabbit we scrounged up."

Dashlake hung his head. "I'm sorry, Skystripe," he murmured.

She placed her tail across his shoulders. "It's all right, Dashlake. If you're up for it, you can join Havenpaw and I later. Looks like we'll all need to toughen our claws."

"I can't believe they were so mean!" Havenpaw complained. "We haven't seen any cats in ages! And they attacked us!"

"Rainspore's a cat," Pumastar reminded her. "So are the kits."

"They're Clan. Clan doesn't count!" Havenpaw insisted.

"Clanmates are nice," Dashlake agreed.

"And they don't stink!"

Dashlake chuckled, soothed by Havenpaw's heckling. How long had it been since he'd done the same? At a Gathering, with other apprentices, sharing purrs despite a mentor's scoldings? Havenpaw deserved to have that, too.

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What I wouldn't give for a mediator. Tempestpelt sighed.

He'd learned to smooth minor irritants between Skystripe and Pumastar. Another Clan was a different beast entirely. Far better the duty go to Pumastar himself.

A flicker of movement caught his eye. He parted his jaws, but scented nothing.

Bad enough to be caught by a Clanmate ignoring the rule about going out alone again. Worse to be caught by the looming threat of why they didn't.

His jaws closed. Nothing. But, something glowed.

Tempestpelt followed it deeper into the territory. As he neared he peered closely. A cat waved its tail in greeting.

Who were they?

He nodded to it. It tilted its head as though in a purr, and pointed with its tail. Tempestpelt padded up beside it. A small cluster of herbs not yet killed by frost grew beneath a stone.

Tempestpelt's ears swiveled forward in amazement. He hadn't known if the herbs here grew in the early days of leaf-bare. He turned to the cat and crooked his tail in thanks. It dipped its head and stood. Flitting a short distance away, it glanced back at him. Tempestpelt followed.

Another sprouting of leaves.

This time Tempestpelt let out a long, satisfied purr. The cat continued flitting about, showing him small stalks of remaining herbs. Before he returned to camp, Tempestpelt dipped his head in respect. The cat waved its tail and disappeared like wind blowing away fog.

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