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[nimbusclan]

Moon 11 Part 1

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“Why do we have to keep walking?” Harekit whined, trudging after Fogfreckle with his head thrown back for maximum volume. The kit was dragging his paws, creating furrows in the snow. “We’ve walked so much. My paws hurt!”

Moonstar’s paws ached with cold, her pads tough and worn from moons of traveling, but you didn’t hear her complaining. Knowing that Harekit was a kitten should have summoned at least a little bit of grace within Moonstar, but she was rather too irritated with the way Harekit’s voice bounced off of the snow-buried rocks around them.

“Because we have to find a new home,” Fogfreckle explained patiently, as he had been doing with all of Harekit’s questions since the sun had risen. It was just past midday, now. Fogfreckle was walking behind Alpinekit, who was in the lead, while Harekit trailed along at his heels. Moonstar followed behind the lot of them at a more sedate pace a tail-length back.

“We can’t just stop right here, out in the open,” Fogfreckle carried on, “a fox might get you!” With a mighty growl, Fogfreckle spun on his heels and bowled Harekit over with a gentle paw, sending him sprawling into the fresh snow. The kit exploded into giggles. His bubbling laughter ratcheted up as Fogfreckle nosed at his soft belly, tickling him.

Moonstar came up short as she was knocked in the chin by one of Harekit’s flailing paws. Biting down on a hiss, she glowered at the little kit as he laughed and laughed, entirely unaware. Alpinekit had paused politely ahead of them, head turned to watch the display.

Harekit pushed Fogfreckle’s face away with his paws. “Why do we need a new home?” He managed to ask between giggles. “Don’t you have one already?”

“Don’t you?” Moonstar muttered, smothering the unkind comment beneath Harekit’s laughter. She bent her head and licked at her chest fluff to hide her bitter expression. She could already feel a bruise blooming on her jaw. The pair of them could play later – just so long as they got to wherever they were going before Moonstar’s tail froze off.

Or before her patience wore completely thin.

“Our last home was… ruined,” Fogfreckle explained delicately. “So now we have to find a new one.”

Harekit pushed himself to his paws and shook the snow from his pelt, energy renewed. He was already firing off another question before he had got fully upright. “That’s sad,” Harekit stated matter-of-factly. He broke into a trot to keep up with Fogfreckle’s long strides as the cats resumed their trek. “Do you miss your old home.”

“Immensely.”

“Were you and Moonstar the only brother and sister at your old home?” Harekit continued to press, eyes blazing with curiosity. “I don’t have any. Alpine doesn’t either, right, Alpinekit?”

If Alpinekit was startled to be addressed suddenly, it didn’t show in his ever-level expression. He blinked his large, cyan eyes slowly at Harekit, then shook his head to confirm that, no, he didn’t have any siblings either.

Fogfreckle hummed thoughtfully. “Well, there was Pitchstar. He was the leader before Moonstar,” he explained to the kits, gesturing towards his sister. “Pitchstar had a sister once, supposedly. I don’t think us kits – Moonstar and I, I mean – were supposed to know about her. I don’t think he wanted anyone to know about her. Pitchstar never talked about his sister.”

Here we go.

Both kits were looking up at Fogfreckle with wide, curious eyes. Moonstar had heard this story before, back when they were still apprentices and tasked with the duty of clearing moss from the elder’s den. Moonstar had found the activity rather soothing, but it had bored Fogfreckle to tears. There weren’t many elders in their camp, but they’d been around long enough to know Pitchstar when he was young, and liked to tell tales of their early NimbusClan days to keep the pair of them amused.

“Before Pitchstar was leader, Clan leadership only ran in the family. It was passed down from parent to child – to the firstborn litter, to whichever kit StarClan deemed held the most promise.” Fogfreckle swished his tail, eyes glittering. “When the Chosen kit came of age, they’d become deputy – that’s what I am – and begin training to become the next leader.

“Anyways, I guess Pitchstar’s sister was real upset that her brother was chosen for the role of leader instead of her, so she gathered up a bunch of their Clanmates and set off to make her own Clan.”

Moonstar interjected with a responsible, “but that’s just a kits tale,” at the same time Harekit blurted, “and then what happened?”

“Dunno.” Fogfreckle shrugged, electing to ignore his sister. “Never heard from them again, I guess. I wonder if that’s why Pitchstar never talked about it – he was too sad about losing her, maybe. It happened way before Moonstar and I were born.”

“Pitchstar never talked about his sister because she doesn’t exist,” Moonstar insisted. “We never ran into a Clan like that at our borders. It’s likely just a tale our elders made up to keep us busy while we changed their moss. Elders love to gossip.”

Fogfreckle ignored her once more, leaning low to grin at each of the kits. Moonstar’s tail lashed. They, too, weren’t paying Moonstar any attention, rapt with Fogfreckle as they were. “What if we meet her and her Clan when we get to where we’re going, hm? What if they set off in the same direction as us?” At these words, Harekit’s eyes blazed, and even Alpinekit’s pricked ears perked higher.

“Let’s go! We’re gonna find the lost Clan!” Harekit shouted, bounding ahead of the cats and kicking up little flurries of snow as he went, his exhaustion apparently forgotten. Alpinekit padded after him, gait slower but tail raised happily.

“Not too far!” Fogfreckle called after them. A small, pleased smile was curving his muzzle.

Moonstar fell into step beside her brother. Her tone was flat. “Telling the kits ghost stories?”

The smile dropped from his face. “Have you got a stick for a tail? It’s not a ghost story. For all we know, it’s totally true.”

Moonstar huffed. It seemed like she wasn’t invisible, after all. “I’m just staying. It was probably made up to keep us entertained.”

“Well it’s working, isn’t it?” Fogfreckle flicked a paw in the direction of the kits, who were bumbling along in the snow ahead of them. Harekit was chattering animatedly at Alpinekit. Moonstar had never seen the brown kit look so pleased in all their moons of traveling together. “And anyways,” Fogfreckle went on, “what does it matter if it’s true or not? It’s making the time go by, and StarClan knows we have plenty of that to get through.”

“We’d reach our destination faster if we didn’t have kits to be keeping track of.”

“It’s leafbare. We’re not reaching our destination any faster even if we didn’t have them with us. We don’t even know where our destination is.”

“Fogfreckle,” Moonstar sighed. She wasn’t going to be able to knock any sense into him this way. Her tone softened. “We shouldn’t be dragging kits into this. It’s not… stable.”

“You’re the one who picked up Harekit,” Fogfreckle shot back accusingly, whirling around to face her. “What other choice do we have, Moonstar? Leave them to fend for themselves?”

Moonstar is reminded of Harekit, sat alone in the snow under a bush, staring up at her with his big, green eyes. “Well– no–”

“Then what? We can’t just leave them, especially not now that we’ve taken on responsibility for them. They have to come with us. It’s not an ideal circumstance to be raising kits in, sure, but it’s not something we have control over. Just see it as more incentive to find a camp to settle down in.”

Incentive? Incentive? As if Moonstar hadn’t been pushing forward on incentive alone since they’d left the rubble of their old camp behind. Her tail lashed. “I’ve had incentive. Remember when you got attacked and I was the one who licked your wounds and said we should find somewhere new to stay?”

“Why are you being so argumentative about this? You’ve already admitted we can’t leave the kits behind – what do you suggest we do? You need to be supportive for them. You’re our leader, Moonstar. You could at least act like it.”

Moonstar’s brother departed with a lash of his tail, hastening to catch up with the kits. Moonstar stood frozen in the snow, stalled not by the cold but by her brother’s words. Her tail drooped. Her paws stung and the deep snow gnawed up her legs, but all she could do was stand and watch as her brother walked away. Fresh snowflakes began to swirl down from the sky, landing on her whiskers and blurring her vision.

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[applepixls]

annabelle and butch have been best friends since they were small and before societal expectations meant anything. they were always sweet, and annabelle was exceptionally affectionate, frequently hugging butch, kissing them on the cheek, and occasionally looping her arm through theirs as they walked

as they grew to be teens, butch couldn’t help but imagine these gestures in a romantic way, themselves as a gentleman and annabelle as the lovely lady they’d been lucky enough to catch the eye of. they went out of their way to hold the door for her, even if she didn’t see the romantic angle they fantasized about

annabelle started to notice the ways butch acted differently and if she suspected their feelings, butch never clued in. she would occasionally call them a gentleman with a twinkle in her eye, unknowingly stoking the flames in their chest, and often earning an exaggerated kiss across the knuckles to which she would play swoon

not many others their age lived nearby and none either were as close with as each other, but butch always assumed annabelle was just being friendly, that they disguised their feelings well and that she was a very affectionate friend

one day, like many they’d had before and many they would have again, as annabelle and butch parted ways at the parkers’ fence, annabelle turned back and ran briskly towards butch. leaning over the fence, she pulled them swiftly into a hug, eagerly reciprocated, if a bit surprised. just as they were about to open their mouth to ask why such a dramatic fairwell, annabelle squeezed them a bit tighter and pressed her face closer, folding a gentle kiss in the crook of their neck, before swiftly letting go and waving a casual goodbye

butch stood leant against the fence post for long after annabelle was gone, trying to parse their feelings and tamp down the bright blush climbing up their neck and face

[rumilol]

Himari’s grim, Kaori! @adagiorii

A young, frail looking girl. She’s curious, and is…a people watcher. Like the feeling you’re being watched with no one there…that’s her..

She isn’t necessarily dangerous, but between fight or flight, she’s choosing fight.

She can (temporarily) block certain parts of a person’s memory, though she can’t decide what part. More often than not, it’s a traumatizing event she blocks out.

She looks awfully familiar though..

did Himari choose to forget her face like a pathetic coward? Is she that too afraid to confront what she did? How could someone forget their own precious sister’s face?

Anyway huzzah! Now art block is bound to return!!

[the-celery-stick]

Y'all ever think about how it was 1992 when earth colonized Mars in iron lung

Like that's actual lore

I think about that a lot...

[raspoyyyy]

Gracie , mere copy.

was born hungry. Hungry for touch, to feast.?

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Gracie.

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born hungry.

Hungry for touch

Hungry for feast

Hungry for

s o me t h

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w h a t

i ea t ?

a mere copy.

born to ea t.

[universe-030]

İ actually have a lot of questions and don't know if it's fine to ask them all in one lol but here I am. (Also if it's a lot of questions choose between the one you want to answer most please sorry for too many of them)

How did your spideypool meet? Did they start to romantically touchy (like simply holding hands but romantically this time you know lol) before identity reveal? And how identity reveal went? How was Wade's reaction to Pete? Also curious if he ever met Pete before the reveal and what was Peter's reaction. And Peter's reaction to Wade's face (some makes Pete's spider liking Wade's texture skin, some makes him nonchalant, some makes him attracted to Wade's features curious about your Pete's). How was their first kiss? I kinda have more but will stop here 😭

YEAAAAHHH, LET'S GOOOO. I'll preface this by saying everything ever is subject to change. I'm out of practice, and I have a tendency to round the corners of my writing, so this is all very experimental and fun! Anyways, here we go!!

How did your Spideypool meet?

-Full disclosure, I haven't figured that out quite yet. When I think about these two, I kinda stick within established relationship territory. But! I feel like we can easily assume they had their first meeting when they bother showed to -insert crime circle here- and Peter mistook him for another generic bad guy goon. That is, until Wade opened his big mouth absolutely gushing that

"he LOVES Spider-Man!! Oh my god!!"

That's about as much interaction they get until Wade is webbed upsidedown by his feet dangling from the ceiling.

• Did they start being romantically touchy (like hand-holding) before the identity reveal?

-Definitely flirty, more so on Deadpools part (obviously.) But Peter doesn't want to date or start dating as Spider-Man, he wants to date as Peter... but his relationship with MJ kinda crashed and blew up (their still friends!) so it's a lot of push and pull mentally on Peter's behalf. So it takes a whiiile.

• How did the identity reveal go?

-Deadpool revealing as Wade, great! I mean cmon, everyone knows Deadpool is Wade Wilson - it's practically on his business card. Shocker to noone.

Spider-Man revealing as Peter Parker, that was kind of a thing. I have it planned out so the reveal happens after a very huge fight between Deadpool and Spidey that revolves around putting people on pedestals and differences in social class. The fight itself is kinda huge but the reveal is quiet. I wanna make a more fleshed out version (and everything is subject to change.)

• What was Wade’s reaction to Peter’s identity?

- That is also TBD. I'm stuck between him accepting it with a quiet wonder and a more angsty feeling of betrayal. "Do you not trust me" type of thing, but idk how that would fit into the story.

• Had Wade met Peter before the reveal without realizing it? If so, how did Peter react?

-Yes!! A little. In this universe, Peter is a part time (but somehow still working 40 hours a week) coffee barista! The first time Wade walked in ordering a "large iced latte, with four extra shots of espresso and 3 extra pumps of brown sugar, pretty please." He handled it just fine, it was bound to happen, until Wade asked if there was "anything extra sweet on the menu ;3"

• How did Peter react to Wade’s face/scarring? Was he nonchalant, curious, or even attracted to Wade’s unique features?

-Very curious! He did stare quite a bit and had to apologize a few times but it was kinda fascinating. Peter already knew it was a (in Wade's words) "leather couch fire gone wrong." So he was prepared, you could put it. Sometimes he has the urge to feel them, trace the scars and tumors but he doesn't want to offend Wade so he looks from afar. He doesn't lie to Wade and say "they make you more beautiful 🥺🩷" cause Wade will absolutely not put up with that - so he just says "They're kinda cool. Do they hurt?"

And they talk from there.

• Does his spider-sense play a role in his comfort or attraction?

Oooooh okay I have ideas. I dunno if his senses play a huge roll, sometimes when he wants to quiet his head, and if Wade's cool with it, he'll run his hand along Wade's scars where he can reach. I've also thought about something something pheromones but I'm not committed to that.

And I want an excuse to talk about this so, Peter's glasses work in reverse. His eyes worked fine before, then after the bite they worked too well, way too well. to the point where he would get constant migranes from having to force his eyes to focus and not zoom way the fuck in. So essentially his glasses are actually "De-magnifying glasses."

• How was their first kiss?

-Very sudden and clumsy. Spidey didn't take off his glasses and Wade was midway to biting his burrito but he just *had* to push in. It was one of those moments where something in your heart just clicks and you're slammed with anxiety and your face just heats up and you're shaking?? the only thing that made sense in that moment, more than fire being hot or space being big, was Peter's lips on Wade's.

THANK YOU BABES, THIS WAS FUN!!! ask whatever you like!

[zxsugarmothxz]

Well, Watermerge as a human for lore reasons, and practice reasons

Tw: body horror, ink implied as blood, so basically blood warning, implied death

Making sure CB was there from the start so we go from childhood friends to enemies to rivals to reluctant allies to friends to lovers :D