🐾 Hello! I’m Owl! this is my warrior cats art blog where i post canon designs, AU’s and concepts, fanart, and tons of OCs! I dont take commissions but I am open for art trades!ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡ ᴄᴀᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪᴍ ɴɪᴄᴇ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ
🐾 I take requests for Canon Warrior Cats designs via askbox! I also answer general questions!
all my art is tagged #my art so please check it out :3
🐾 I have a clangen comic @rabbitclan HERE!
🐾 I have an original comic called Flame's Story! read it in full HERE
My fanclan StreamClan takes place within the Pacific Northwest, featuring local flora and fauna and tons of their own lore! itll be tagged #streamclan. Flame’s Story takes place in StreamClan.
MOON 5 -- SNAPDRAGONCLAN (17-18/18) (TW FOR SLIGHT GORE, BUT JUST INCASE)
Unsure if i've mentioned this, but Snapdragonclan does not bury their dead! The bodies are brought to the Pale Pool and thrown into it, allowing Tia to reclaim their body and bring them to Starclan. It is believed if you are not brought to the pool before your body rots, you will never see Starclan as your form has become too impure.
It is up to personal interpretation where those souls end up, though. These guys don't have a 'Darkforest' or kitty cat hell:]
[Year 0 Allegiances]
Okay so I have decided to eventually make mini comics about the founder's backstories! (Thank you so much everybody for your input! :D) Still haven't decided if I want to post them here or on a separate blog, but that's a decision for later!
Which clan founder's backstory interests you the most?
Rootstar
Storkfur
Marshthrush
Sagegrass
Flipkite
Clovegleam
Frostthrush
Remaining time: 4 days 5 hours
I'll leave this up for a week and this will decide who gets their backstory shown first! This doesn't mean it'll happen any time soon, but it gives me a good guideline on who I should be focusing on and really developing backstory for first!
Okay so I have decided to eventually make mini comics about the founder's backstories! (Thank you so much everybody for your input! :D) Still haven't decided if I want to post them here or on a separate blog, but that's a decision for later!
Which clan founder's backstory interests you the most?
Rootstar
Storkfur
Marshthrush
Sagegrass
Flipkite
Clovegleam
Frostthrush
Remaining time: 4 days 5 hours
I'll leave this up for a week and this will decide who gets their backstory shown first! This doesn't mean it'll happen any time soon, but it gives me a good guideline on who I should be focusing on and really developing backstory for first!
here we go! so sorry if the speech bubbles are too small, I'll improve it in the future! you might see the background change styles a bit because im experimenting on how I want them. Anyways, enjoy!
here we go! so sorry if the speech bubbles are too small, I'll improve it in the future! you might see the background change styles a bit because im experimenting on how I want them. Anyways, enjoy!
Decided to post it here because I'm really proud of this one! :D Every Breath You Take by The Police really really reminds me of Weedspots, so I obviously had to draw him to it.
Hi @murkclan-clangen I invented some babies for u <3 their colours don’t look exactly like the sprites because i colour picked from Shadowspore and Coneriver, and I have poor vision in low light so I had to lighten them 10% or else i cant see the difference between grey and black 😭 anyways here yay! I was bummed i didnt enter your design contest so this feels like a redemption! I thought it would be cute to have the Hickory from this universe be male because the Hickory from the comic is female :) Frostkit has Coneriver’s stripes (and the blue half of his eyes), Ashkit has Coneriver’s pelt colours, and Hickorykit has Shadowspore’s colours! Hickorykit is just a mini Shadowspore :D I hope you like the designs I gave them, I’m still mad at u for killing her but someday i will forgive 😔 /silly
Also for thematic purposes i used MurkClan Beige™️ and Noteworthy Font™️ so theyd look like real murkclanners.
[Image Description: Moon 22.4. Crowbrook glances aside, anxiously. She says "You know how Fawnslash is expanding the Warrior's Den? I'd like to help him, but he seems to be doing a good job on his own. He might not want my help." Her thought bubble shows Fawnslash weaving branches into the wall of a den.
Beetletail says "It wouldn't hurt to ask anyway! I'm sure he'd appreciate your help, even if he can do the world on his own." Crowbrook grins and says "That's a good point! I'll go ask him now!" Then she runs off, leaving Beetletail behind, still processing her abrupt mood change. He says "Glad to be of service…" End Image Description.]
SpruceClan - Moon 22.4 - Greenleaf
First - Moon 21 - Last Page - Next page - Moon 23
Cats shown:
Beetletail: 112 moons, he/him, shorthaired seal mink with low white spotting and golden green eyes.
Crowbrook: 25 moons, she/her, mediumhaired black smoke with low white spotting, honey eyes, and a crooked jaw.
It was no secret that Longfalcon was struggling with the weight of eir duties.
As she watched the healer slink out of camp one evening, eir ears drooped and tail low, Pipitpatch could tell that e was deeply upset. Not that she blamed em. If she had the life of a young cat in her paws, she'd surely crack too.
It was when the sun was casting its rays upon camp, when everyone had awoken, that questions started to rise about eir whereabouts. As Shadestar tried to settle question after unanswerable question, Pipitpatch had felt dread starting to fill her stomach.
She had barely even noticed that she had left camp herself until she realised that she was following the loose path, nose to the ground.
Longfalcon's scent was fresh still, if slightly faded. Even as it took a sharp turn and veered into the grass leading to ChervilClan, Pipitpatch kept her heart open, her hopes up. E would be okay. She would find em.
The walk was horribly long, but Stars was it worth it when she finally rounded another corner and saw Longfalcon sat in the sprawling meadow by FangClan's border, staring attentively at nothing at all. The gentle breeze swept eir long fur into the air, the barely-rising sun making em glow. How she wanted to sit here, and just admire how beautiful e was. Unfortunately, she wasn't that selfish.
"Hey, mousebrain," Pipitpatch purred, stepping next to the healer. "The others are going to start looking for you, y'know."
Longfalcon hardly stirred as if e knew she was there, murmuring something. "Not yet," e sighed, shuffling ever closer to Pipitpatch.
The molly let em rest against her, even as she tried to ignore how giddy the simple touch made her feel. "Are you alright?" she meowed, noticing how downtrodden e looked.
"Mm. Not really. Just don't wanna let them down is all."
It wasn't a secret what Longfalcon was fearing. "Well, how is she, then?"
"Depends which she you mean." e replied, looking back into the distance. "Massifmallow is doing... better, I guess. Oh, what am I kidding? You know that. You're the one keeping her mind in check. I mean, I convinced Pumpkinwisp to let her supervise him and Wheatpaw. Spikepaw still sleeps half the day, but she's stable enough. It's just..." Longfalcon swallowed, eir ears drooping slightly, "you just dunno if or when either'll turn for the worse."
"Well, you're doing fine as is. Maybe either of them will go downhill. I won't think less of you, none of us will. You're doing your best, and nobody I know would blame you for that."
The pair stayed quiet for a moment, Pipitpatch wondering if Longfalcon was contemplating eir choices. It was nice to just be here, either way; she hoped e agreed.
"You didn't have to look for me, y'know. Haven't you got Mousekit to mind? She's basically your daughter now. Don't deny it." E glanced up sharply, a teasing smirk on eir face.
"Ha! I wish. I already asked the kit. She still views her old mother as her real one," Pipitpatch chuckled, though the thought of the mystery molly who'd abandoned her own daughter made her stomach crawl. "For all I love her, she'd never call me her mother. I don't mind, honest!"
Longfalcon's stifled laugh sounded from beside her. "Sure you don't. For what it's worth, I think you'd be a good parent. You've got the heart for it, you know?"
Pipitpatch felt her body stiffen ever so slightly. Eir tone was soft, as usual, but it made it near impossible to tell what e meant by that. Please be thinking what I'm thinking. Please be thinking what I'm thinking.
"Uh!" E meowed hurriedly, eir eyes wide. "Only if you were wanting to. I'm not asking you to go out and, I dunno, find a tom or molly or whatever and have kits if you don't want to!"
"No, you're... I do want kits. I've always wanted to be a mother. It's just..." Pipitpatch shuffled slightly closer to Longfalcon again, swallowing her worries back down. "I don't want to do it without you, is all."
Stars, the silence after she spoke those dreaded words was haunting. Pipitpatch felt the faintest sense of panic run up her spine as Longfalcon faced her, eir mouth ever so slightly agape.
"You're in love with me?"
"Yeah. I am."
Silence again. Longfalcon looked down at eir paws, shifting.
"I... I dunno what to say." Longfalcon muttered. "I mean, I love you too, but it's just... hard to imagine a cat as brilliant as you falling for some scrap like me, is all-"
"Foxcrap!" Pipitpatch exclaimed, so taken aback by eir statement that she didn't even recognise her fur puffing up. "Longfalcon, you are one of the smartest, bravest cats I know. THE one, actually. Even if you weren't, I'd still love you, for Stars' sake!"
"Alright, alright! No need to get all sappy!" the healer laughed, batting her face with eir soft paws. "You know what? If you're so insistent, I'll challenge you. You're gonna run aaaall the way across the meadow, and I'll chase! If I catch you and I win, we can become mates today. If you win..." e paused for a moment. "We become mates tomorrow!"
Pipitpatch mock-gasped as she raised a paw to her face. "Tomorrow! Oh, how evil!" she cackled. "Fine, then. Catch me if you can!"
At first, Pipitpatch simply strutted off, Longfalcon catching up to her with ease. And then they played again. And again. Each new round lasting longer, the cats' paws carrying them faster and faster. And, even as the young dawn stretched to true sunrise, and as sunrise stretched to a blue-skied morning, the new lovers' joyful laughter still rang out as they ran after one another like new apprentices. It didn't matter how stupid or silly they looked, because they had each other.
OKAYYY i have been not posting my daily clangen attacks. which is an oops on my behalf. but! ☝️ i have made an animatic for @direclan ! primarily focusing on hazelkit (paw)
this took me about 2 days to make. i used ibis paint x for the actual frames and flipaclip to stitch them together :)
