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First moon guys. Left to right is Webleg (healer, he/him), Rockstar (leader, 9/9 lives, she/her), Wolfscar (deputy, he/him 🏳️‍⚧️, raspy lungs).
After moons of hardship, Palemoth's visions have led the traveling party to the new home promised by their ancestors, but some are still wary of the unfamiliar territory.
moon 0 part one is finally done! this is my first time making a comic so there were some challenges, but future updates should come together much quicker. Its so satisfying to finally see this idea realized after so much planning!
(Edit: Accidentally uploaded the wrong version 🤦)
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Took a long while because a cold took me out, but I'm back and better. ALSO, I've been meaning to mention this. Thank you all so much for 200+ followers! Everyone has been so kind and understanding. Especially big shoutout to my moots out there, (here and on main) I'm shy about engagement and conversations, (so sorry bout that) but just know I'm lurking on your pages when I see them, and supporting where I can from the shadows. Love you all <3
Night, a former clan cat, reunites with her family after she thought them all dead. Now tasked with rebuilding the clan, she struggles to understand the devastating attack that put them all in this position in the first place. Who is Redstar, and what does he want?
"A Raven's Calling" Chapter One: Prologue (Shadowstar)
A light rain pattered the ground as Shadow and his group made their way through the streets of a twoleg settlement. The darkness of the night allowed them to slip by unnoticed, the only light coming from lamps lining the streets.
Shadow stopped at the edge of a twoleg building, rain dripping from his ears as he scanned his surroundings. From his mouth came a soft squeak, the wet bundle he was carrying, a tiny cream and gray kit hung limply. He looked over his shoulder at the rest of his group who had come up behind him, three more kits hung from their mouths.
He turned back towards the street in front of them eyeing what looked to be an abandoned den in front of them. It would work as a shelter for tonight, at least until they had a better plan on what to do. The kits wouldn’t be able to last long in the cold and rain, especially without their mothers. Shadow gave a soft sneeze as a droplet of rain ran into his nostrils.
He twitched his tail forward to signal the others where they were heading. He launched himself toward the street, racing to the den. Next to him a flash of dark gray shot past him. Prim, one of the youngest in their group, raced to the den entrance and disappeared inside. The others were hot on his heels as they made it inside.
Everyone shook out their pelts and took in their surroundings. Prim was the first one to speak, “Not bad, it’ll work anyway. Maybe we’ll even find some food.”
Shadow stopped and narrowed his eyes at the young cat, he’d scold him for racing ahead but his mouth was full with the kit. Instead, he began looking for a place to build a nest and put the kits. They quickly found some soft material covering some twoleg items and pulled it into a bundle on the floor, snuggling the kits inside of it.
“I’ll keep them warm, you guys should see if you can find them something to eat. I’m not sure they’ve been weaned off milk,” Sandy meowed. The white and tan she-cat stepped gently over the kits and settled down with them curled up beside her belly.
“What are we even doing?” the pale ginger she-cat named Flutter asked. “We don’t have a place to live, much less resources to take care of kits. I mean, we can hardly manage ourselves most of the time!” she cried.
“I know, Flutter. But you know why we couldn’t leave them there, we all agreed,” Shadow stated. “There’s no turning back now. We might as well find some prey and get some rest. We can decide what to do next tomorrow.”
“Look what I found!” Prim cried, pointing his paw at a dead mouse on the stone floor.
"Nice work, Prim,” Pale said softly. The tan-striped she-cat was looking at Prim with shining eyes.
“Can the kits eat it?” Prim asked. He picked up his catch and brought it to Sandy, cocking his head to look at the tiny squeaking bundles.
“I’m sure we can figure something out,” Shadow stated. “Sandy, Flutter, please take care of the kits. Prim, Pale, and I will go see what prey we can find then we’ll all rest and make decisions in the morning.”
A few days had passed since the group had arrived in the abandoned twoleg den. They had all made the decision to stay put at least until the kits were doing better. The hunting was good near the twoleg den and the kits were doing well with Sandy’s help and care.
Shadow padded through the grass outside the den. He was heading toward the forest nearby scouting for potential threats or a possible new home. He knew they couldn’t stay in the twoleg place forever, there were too many dangers, especially for growing kits.
He stopped at the edge of the forest and opened his mouth, letting the scents drift over him. The smell of prey lured him into the woods, his ears flicking at every sound. As he scouted the area he thought about his group, his family at this point even if some of them were newer such as Prim and Pale and the kits. They only had each other.
In the beginning, it had just been Shadow, Sandy, and Flutter. Three young adult cats roamming the world around them, surviving. Then they had picked up Prim and Pale, two young cats, almost kits themselves. They were having a hard time fitting into the group, especially Pale, and Prim was proving to be a bit of a troublemaker. Often Prim would challenge Shadow’s leadership or flat out refuse to listen to him. However, the young cat had some sense to him and realized he was better off with the group instead of out on his own.
Shadow’s thoughts were suddenly broken as a flock of birds burst from a nearby bush. His fur stood on end, his tail puffed up. His ears pricked as he heard movement coming from the brush in front of him, footsteps. He flattened his ears and got ready to pounce.
Bright ginger fur broke through the brush as an older she-cat stepped out. Her fur bristled when she spotted Shadow. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement but they also held doubt. Her meow was a bit rough when she asked, “Who are you?”
Shadow relaxed, his fur went flat and his ears perked back up. “My name’s Shadow,” he meowed, tilting his head curiously. “And yours?”
“Ah, my name is Fidgetbark,” she said raising her head. “I was sent her on behalf of Starclan to give you a message. Does the name Honey mean anything to you?”
Her question sent a shocked chill through his spine, “Y-yes, my sister! But, how do you know her? She died moons ago and we’ve never been here before.” Shadow narrowed his eyes with suspicion, have I met this cat before? “And what’s Starclan?”
Fidgetbark stepped forward, “I know you have a lot of questions, but you must listen to me carefully.”
Shadow shifted on his feet, the cat in front of him wasn’t giving off any threatening behaviors. After a moment of hesitation, he sat down and curled his tail around his feet, nodding to signal he was willing to listen.
“Good, thank you,” Fidgetbark said breathing a sigh. “You're much more willing to listen than most. To answer your first question, Honey, your sister came to me with a message as a spirit. She has connected with Starclan and was sent to bring you to the clans under the request of Starclan.”
Shadow’s ears twitched with confusion and disbelief but he did not interrupt the she-cat. Taking in her words and rolling them over in his mind. He continued to listen politely.
“Starclan is a group of spirits from the clans. They guide the clans and give them advice, sometimes their spirits will appear to living cats or sometimes they will send signs that must be interpreted,” Fidgetbark continued, she seemed to appreciate Shadow’s compliance. “Starclan has sent a message to the clans that another clan must join them and a leader must be chosen. That leader is you.”
This was where Shadow broke in, “Me? But I’m just a stray cat fighting to survive! Sure I have a group that I take care of but I couldn’t lead a whole clan!” he cried. “I’m sorry but you have the wrong cat, I have to go now.”
Shadow stood up and turned away from the she-cat. Fear and confusion weighed on his paws as he walked away. Then he stopped. He had expected the she-cat to run after him, or at the very least call out to him and pled for him to come back or at least think about it but there was nothing. He turned back around to face her but the cat had disappeared.
Shadow shook out his pelt and hurried back towards the den where the others were staying. He wanted to talk to them and find out what they thought about this strange cat’s ramblings.
When he arrived back at the camp he called the others together and recounted the encounter with the strange cat in the forest. The reaction was not what he expected.
“We should do it!” Prim yowled, jumping to his feet in excitement.
“I don’t know…” Pale meowed softly, looking down at the floor.
“I agree with Prim. I think we should go, it would finally give us a place to live and we could raise the kits there,” Sandy announced.
“What?” Shadow said, looking around the small group. “I can’t lead a clan! And anyway we can’t just trust a bunch of strange cats, what if it's a trap?”
“Why not? We trusted Prim and Pale to join us and they were complete strangers,” Sandy argued.
“That’s different! Prim and Pale are super young and need our help. These are full-grown cats in large groups,” Shadow urged.
“I think Sandy and Prim are right, Shadow,” Flutter meowed evenly. “We can’t keep living like this especially not now with the kits. We need a stable home and these cats seem willing to accept our presence while still leaving us to our own structure.”
Shadow’s ears drooped and he lowered his head, he knew they had a good point. They couldn’t keep going on like this. The she-cat he had met seemed nice enough and perhaps it would be worth it to at least investigate a little more before making any permanent choices.
“I could lead us if Shadow doesn’t want to!” Prim announced, puffing out his chest.
“Don’t be silly,” Flutter hissed. “We’re already younger than most leaders would be, there’s no way anyone would let a kit lead a clan.”
Prim looked devastated at the rebuke from Flutter. He lowered his head and lashed his tail keeping his jaws shut.
“Alright,” Shadow spoke up. “ I would be willing to go speak with Fidgetbark and make the choice for our group. However, once we’ve made our choice there will be no going back. We must all agree to this.”
“I’m in!” Sandy said, sitting tall.
“Yes! Let’s do it!” Prim cried. “Come on, Pale what do you think?”
“I guess… I’m not sure its a good idea but where you go I go,” Pale meowed.
“Sounds like we all agree, Shadow,” Flutter announced, blinking happily.
That night after the meeting Shadow went back into the woods searching for Fidgetbark. The first place he checked was the spot where they first met but when he arrived the clearing was empty.
Maybe this isn’t a bad thing. Perhaps it's a sign we aren’t meant to be a clan.
He lowered his head to the ground and sniffed. He could smell Fidgetbark’s scent from this morning, there was a trail leading into the woods. He figured he could follow it a bit before heading back, just to be able to tell the others he tried. However, as he followed the trail the scent became stronger and he suddenly popped out into another much larger clearing.
Sitting on a rock in the middle of the clearing was the ginger she-cat Fidgetbark, staring up at the stars. Her ears twitched as he padded closer to the rock. Her voice rang out in the quiet night, “Your sister had a feeling you might come back. She told me to wait, I guess it was a good thing I listened to her.”
“Can you really see my sister?” Shadow asked, his paws shaking.
“Yes,” Fidgetbark said, leaping down from the rock and turning toward him. “She’s the one who led me to you. I’m so glad you decided to come back. If my quest had failed I’m not sure where I would have gone back to, my clan would not have been accepting after I abandoned them.”
“You lived in a clan?” Shadow meowed, tilting his head.
“Yes, but it doesn’t matter now. I left them for a quest from Starclan, to build a new clan to call home.”
“What if I’m not cut out to be a leader? What if Starclan was wrong?”
“Starclan is not wrong. Leaders are chosen by Starclan themself and when chosen they are given nine lives. If they did not believe you worthy they would refuse to give you those lives.”
“So how do I know if I’m worthy of those nine lives? Do I have them now?”
“No, you must visit Starclan so they may grant you your lives. Have you decided you want to be a leader of a clan?”
Shadow hesitated. He still wasn’t sure he was cut out to be a leader of a clan, but his friends all seemed so sure of him. Not only that but he had promised to protect them, didn’t that mean giving them a safe home?
He sighed, “Okay, yes, I’m ready to meet Starclan.”
Fidgetbark had nodded and said nothing more, beckoning him with her tail as she set off through the woods. They walked in silence. The walk was long and soon his paws began to hurt. She continued to lead the way confidently, her paws never faltering.
“We are almost there. We have to travel into this gorge to get there,” she said as she began making her way down the rocky slope into the gorge.
As they arrived in the middle of the gorge a large, tall rock formation stood in the middle. He looked up at it, the bright moon making him squint a little.Â
Was that movement on the rock?
Before he could get a good look or ask Fidgetbark if she had seen anything a loud authoritative meow rang out, echoing in the gorge, “Look what we have here. Starclan’s new chosen clan leader.”
Shadow stared at the rock formation in front of him, his eyes adjusting. Above them were four cats silhouetted against the night sky looking down on them. Shadow felt his skin prickle with discomfort, his fur bristling.Â
Who are these cats?
Fidgetbark bristled next to him, lowering herself to make her seem smaller. It was like she could read his mind when she whispered, “Those are the other clan leaders, they’ve come to meet their new rival.”
