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Haven't drawn in a while, so whipped this up in 20 minutes to sedate the urge before I return to studying. TLDR of her life is she lost her litter of five kits before they became warriors, hates her husband, and proceeded to have an affair. The girl she had an affair with also is charged for two murders. Lady, what is your life...

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Just messing around with styles. I think it looks pretty decent for what I was going for! Might return to this look for a full scene, but for now it's being placed on a shelf

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Local normal man in heaven questions his husband's martial choices, his own martial choices, and the string of events.

Lightrose, your life was wild and you literally did nothing. What a king.

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Decided to make some lore cards for fun and to help inspire me to write! They're pretty simple and based off of the ClanGen assets (primarily the den tab). I've been struggling with my portrait of Sunshaper, so I figured this would be a nice break.

Empties beneath the cut! The font I used was Noto Sans.

You're free to use these and/or take inspiration off of these without credit!

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By chance, I looked at some old scene art I had done a year ago and wow is there such a difference. I even took a break for several months in between. Crazy to see, but I welcome it.

Random self reminder to go make myself a pfp... I'm working on a scene for Sunshaper, though I'm struggling with the backgrounds so I think it could be a good break to do an expression meme or something. I have plenty of characters I'd love to draw/design.

Also reminder to myself to draw my Pokemon ocs sometime... Might turn Sunshaper & his gang into 'mons for some practice. No clue though, I'm just rambling at 2AM.

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"He disgraces you, and I know it. So, I'll fight in your place. I'll be your faithful servant." or I doodle a very disgruntled Sunshaper (or Sunpaw) during his faithful little boy era (not like he leaves it). Might clean this up later when I'm not busied... or it can just stay like this, who knows?

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A small and abandoned wip about Sunshaper and his apprentice, Dreampaw.

Normality for the nomadic is viewing the breathtaking and unseemly. The calluses on their paws are a pride no other breed can understand. Yet the ache of his paws and the sight unfolding before his eyes is one that still ceases on stealing the air from his lungs. Climbing tall into the sky of his roaming ancestors, their jagged and snow-capped peaks beckon his eyes.

No matter how close he pads, the towering mountains never appear closer. Even if he sprouted wings like the condors, he doubts he would truly ascend their greatness.

Chatter follows his pawsteps, endlessly flowing from the maw of his apprentice, and any other cat would have drawn his ire. However, she was designated by the stars to be a lovely thing of his own.

Dreampaw. A fittingly beautiful name for the tortoiseshell. Her arrival was a dream of its own. Found beneath a holly bush on a leaf-fall morning after the first snow of the year, she was as small as a sparrow yet as strong as the blue spruce.

Now, no longer does crisp snow lie on the ground. The seasons flow like rivers, and newleaf already begun.

“Father said he would allow you to take your assessment early, Dreampaw,” he cuts into her ramble. She quiets instantly, her ears perking curiously.

A smile curls onto his maw and he gently pats her shoulder with his tail. “Good, you’ve learned well.” The praise makes her head diligently dip as an eager grin splits across her face. A few weeks ago, her haunches would have waggled, but she dutifully reins herself in.

“Returning to what Father said…” He briskly walks ahead, sitting on the lush new grass. It took no time for the environment to adapt to the change of seasons, and he can only ask the stars to ensure Dreampaw does the same.

A graduation at ten moons old is nothing small to scoff at, even if he managed it himself. There is much to ensure to create an optimal warrior. “The leader personally judges a cat’s worth to ensure the assessment is valid. You must impress him with not simply your skills, but your etiquette.”

Dreampaw whines softly as she sits in front of him. Words of uncertainty hang on her tongue, but she swallows them well. “Yes, Sunshaper,” she answers quietly. Nerves bristle around the young apprentice, her eyes round like the sun rising on the horizon.

Lucky, she is, to have him by her side. When he was her age, he could only fervently pray to StarClan in a dank cave without a lick of starlight. Now…

“Do you really think I have what it takes?” she asks with her ears flat against her skull.

Slowly, he nods. “Every decision the leader makes is guided by the stars themselves, Dreampaw,” he assures with a purr. Of course, he won’t tell her how the stars must be displeased that Moonstar, a cat with a name tied so closely to the stars, is the way he is. He deviates so far from his fated path as leader. Acting up as a heretic rather than a cat.

“This may be a recital, Dreampaw, but one day it’ll be your truth,” he meows as he outstretches a paw and cups her muzzle in it. “Show me the ceremonial greeting to a leader and do not let a step waver. Act as if I am your leader.”

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Sunshaper is so very normal. He's so normal that he may or may not be committing crimes on the side. He is also the son of the leader, Moonstar, and a devout of StarClan with a Dark Forest bond.

Everything should be as StarClan wills, he would say.

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Finished Dewstar's design, though I might redo it. He had three mates during his life... all but one was some breed of crazy.

His first mate, Phloxplume, was his (estranged littermate medicine cat) sister's mate but they broke up after Phloxplume had an affair with his sister from another litter named Clawsurf.

His second mate, Lightrose, was normal but died unfortunately in a rogue attack.

His third mate, Yellowstripe, had two kits with him named Mudfoot and Gannetdusk. Yellowstripe was also the sister from another litter of Lightrose. She also murdered his sister's mate named Gustfish.

He was a pretty normal leader. He mentored five cats in his life, was a renowned advisor, and his legacy still exists over a thousand moons later. Two of his living relatives are Dawnwhisker and Bumbledapple.

Dawnwhisker is a medicine cat who is in a poly relationship with Midnightstripe and Sproutspeckle, and she's very happy. Her brother, Bumbledapple, is uh... yeah, he might've witnessed a murder, it's fine.

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Complete a drawing?? Pfft, no, I shall dive into wip hell and refuse to leave my hole. (I really need to start working on my desktop background though... Procrastination truly is a beast.)

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Just throwing this up to remind myself to actually finish it... (I know the eyes are wonky, these aren't my final lines.) I'm so torn on how I want to design her. Ugh, I'll figure it out eventually.

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It's currently 4AM or so and I think this is where I call it quits. Looking at it now, I can see some places I wish touched up or moved, but hey, been a long day of studying and coding.

Pfft, I think I actually spent about ten minutes on the body and several broken up hours on the upper half (and about 20 for the rough abandoned lines). Might start trying to do a sketch a day till I feel like making a full piece.

I did recently start up a Clan and got about 1k moons in, so maybe I'll do the leaders? I've been through 15 leaders. I think my favorite was Skystar, who is an asshole just like the canonical cat (also both of his daughters are in cat hell with him). Also, he died on moon 666 which-- damn, my dude.

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I dare a challenger to approach /silly

Do you know what the longest someone has ever kept one clan going? I'm obsessed with generational stories which is why I adore clangen 💜 my current clan, LostClan, has been going for 2,446 moons as of right now. I had to delete my previous clan but I had gotten up to at least 150 years with them.

I've heard of a few in the thousands, but I'm unsure of an exact number! To those reading this, what are your longest-running Clans?

☆ Fable ☆

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So pumped! Got new skills to work, now it's just a matter of discovering where oh where-- wait, oh, here it is. I am a silly, silly goose.

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A snow-covered grief. Story beneath the cut. TW for animal death, grief, and murder.

The soft exhale creates a puff of white. It fades gently into the white abyss as if it never was there to begin with. Closing her eyes does not part the image of white from her eyes. A lingering constant, ebbing at her, and refusing to leave even when her voice cracks to plead, “Please go.”

So many cats seem to come and go, flickering in and out brutally and cruelly. No matter how many times she screams, begs, or yowls, there’s never a budge in the sky nor a miracle. Her worn and callused paws can only carry her across barren ground, picking up burrs as walks, to the graves she built to take their place.

Crude is the only word she can think of whenever her eyes lay on the snow-covered mound of rocks with the roots of a mangy tree sprawling across its surface. A family grave should be more dignified, but she found herself wallowing in despair. The only sign that this can be considered a “proper” grave is the broken pillar sitting in front of it. Each day, she tells herself to wake up with conviction. Pride, maybe, too. It’s all she can do for them now.

Belief is not something she can give anymore. Uttering prayers never helped ease the agony of loss. Perhaps they are frolicking in the sky above and watching her with their myriad of emotions. It isn’t that she hopes they aren’t in a beautiful world of full bellies and warm pelts. She wants to believe death is as wondrous as the nursery tales told; where stars fleck their pelts and they are honored warriors serving the Moon.

“But why? Why let everything be taken from us?” she asks, to which she receives no answer. She never expects one. StarClan does not follow her pawsteps, and she has come to accept such realities. Aspenstar often rambled that her warrior name was a gift from the stars. Hence why suddenly she took an interest in her doings. When the mural of the left behind was discovered, it only furthered Aspenstar’s silly rhetoric.

Another breath touches the frigid air and becomes another lost sight. Sitting down, her paws whine about the sting of the cold. How ironic it complains when they can’t anymore. Her head tilts to the side, lingering on another grave made only a year ago on a starless night. But tonight, the stars gleam and watch the living from their haven. If she could ask them to come down and answer one thing, it would be a simple question on the surface.

“Did I do enough?” she murmurs as she outstretches a paw and brushes away the snow from where a nameplate should sit. Every time she attempts, she throws it off of the cliff and storms back to camp. No cat asks her what happened now. They all know of her self-made graveyard below. Some attempt to comfort her, but it feels hollow. She knows – well, for most cats here – they do mean what they say. Yet the ostracizing will always linger.

Perhaps that is why she got along with Chikoritabreak. Cats often whispered about his past too, and they were not secretive about their distaste. Jokes about kittypets, twolegs, and all that comes with them was nothing but normalcy too. Even though he was Aspenstar’s apprentice, that did not silence the meowing. Specklefire, while careful, still spread such rhetoric on occasion. She thinks she did too unknowingly. Those words were bred into her.

It’s far too easy to turn someone into an outcast. Easier yet is when no cat realizes they are. Now… It’s too late to ask any cat about the whys. Bleakchest might be shunned, but she cannot bring herself to turn her back to her. Revenge wasn’t the answer, she knows that, but what if she was there that night? What if she was staring down Chikoritabreak, her dear friend, and heard him confess to the crime of killing Specklefire? To the crime of killing…

“Stars, I wonder if you enjoy my misery,” she bitterly chuckles. Her shoulders crash in, leaving her head to fall and linger on the pathetic and wilted plant trying to grow. Doesn’t it know that few ground-dwelling plants can survive on cold and wretched nights? Is it a fool too? “You want something you can’t have, you miserable thing.”

Unsheathing her claws, her paw wraps around the pitiful sprout. It would be so easy to pluck it from the ground and toss the weed away. Whisk its legacy into nothing more than a forgotten memory. Yet her heart knows better, and it sheathes her claws for her. “You’ll be forgotten if I keep waiting and dawdling and failing and…” The rambling trails away as her eyes steady onto the brilliant moon hanging above. White clouds her vision, but even then she can see Silverpelt gleams brilliantly without cease.

No cat can lose their way whenever Silverpelt stands above them, or so Specklefire said. Perhaps a few nights of work will forge passion. Seoli said not to stay up too late, to get some sleep for once in her life, but apparently she’ll be able to sleep endlessly when death comes for her. For now, if only to appease her heart, she’ll ponder a mural again. Think from the angles of these cats only she knew and saw. Imagine a beauty that can carry their legacy far into the future.

“And maybe…” She chuckles with a lop-sided smile. “Maybe it’ll be something so wonderful you’ll descend from the stars.”

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studies your sad stinky emo teenager with intensity

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Art for @curlclans-war of Moonpaw!!

The circumstances behind me and this art are so silly!! I started at 2AM, I have 4 exams due, and there's a thunderstorm outside... Moonpaw is channeling the vibes here (we love that for the poor creature). Tie Me to the Tracks by Raynes and Moonpaw are fueling me... so much fuel... the motivation is here and we are doing!