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🏔Lore you’ve been wanting to share but haven’t gotten a chance to?
Molly was a gorgeous housecat, the pride of her twolegs and beloved of the neighborhood. She didn’t go out much, though the house had a cat door. What they had out there, the streets and the sidewalks, it didn’t interest her.
However, one day, she did wander outside for a quick stretch, and in the alley behind her house she found the remnants of BirchClan. They were lost, and hungry. Their previous guides didn’t know this area, and it was full of new dangers. Molly offered to help them to the other side of her neighborhood, and hopped down from her fence, and they started on their way.
Molly got them food, knowing all the houses where the humans left kibble outdoors. She found them safe places to sleep, in tarp-covered trucks and boats filled with warm cardboard boxes. When the healers asked her for herbs, she knew what houses grew the best gardens. And Molly fell in love with these brave cats, searching for a new home in uncertain territory.
She had just made up her mind to ask to stay with them when a shout came from the back of the group. A faulty latch. A loose gate. Three dogs, teeth sharp and eyes rolling, dashing towards the group.
Molly didn’t stop to think. She yelled a few directions over her shoulder - go left, right, over the cinderblock wall - and ran into the dogs head-on. They howled as they tore her beautiful face from her skull, tattering her prized green ribbon. And still Molly fought back, unsheathing her claws for the first time in moons, clawing at noses and eyes.
The world faded into black.
And then back into color. She was lying on a hoodie, soft fabric in a dark corner. Her face burned, but she was alive. The brave and wild cats she loved so much had come back for her. And they’d saved her.
Molly led them the rest of the way to the edge of the city, guided by a lavender sparkle in her missing eye. And she led them to a geode, half-cracked open in the luscious earth. It was there the clans divided into four, and there that a quarter of the cats asked Molly to help lead them through the future.
She still sees shadows in her missing eye, glimpses of cats too dim to identify. Of this, she only tells her co-leader. Dapplestar was a healer his whole life. He knows how to interpret signs.
Between them, the two only received eight lives. Mollystar asked him, why? Where is the ninth?
And Dapplestar smiled, a rare smile, and nodded at her green ribbon, perfect and intact and clean. You’ve had it the whole time.
💭 Fan theories or headcanons you love? How much does audience interaction change the events of the comic?
Tee Hee…. There are two people I can think of who have accidentally predicted major plot points throughout the story as throwaways… I think of them often….. :)
The most that audience interaction will change the comic is how often I receive specific asks about background lore!!! I looooove getting asks like this :) ask me Literally Anything
🌀Out of context spoilers/WIP?
