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Quickstep you need to calm down warbler JUST became a warrior

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StrikeClan - Moon 64

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OK i'm sorry I was gonna split this moon up into two parts but once again the den background kicked my ass so I said no

Anyways Shadethroat is dead oops. Happy I get to draw Willowdapple, she has a nice design but she's just so quiet there's not much I can do with her. Mousekit is a little stinker <3

Other Events:

That apprentice Pipitstorm made leave, Wisteriapaw? Yea she's dead now. With Shadethroat. They drowned. F.

Mudkit finds some sparrow feathers :)

Pipitstorm gets heat exhaustion

Brambletail and Stonedusk get into a disagreement on how to raise kits. Brambletail I think Stonedusk wins these she has 6 babies and you have none. But you do you Brambletail.

#warrior cats #warriors #clangen #clangen comic #strikeclan #sparkfur #willowpelt #nightfeather #pipitstorm #shadethroat #brambletail #stonedusk #mousedusk

A small snippet

Woke up and decided to warm up with a little writing exercise. Decided to leave it ambiguous because I was thinking about the thread that connects all of my girls and their men together...

To the world, she was difficult. She was problematic and impossible. She was a tangle of emotion and hurt, held under layers of closely guarded secrets. She had secured each one away with an intricate lock of fire and fury, of want and desire, of sadness and heartache. She held her secrets close, allowing no other to see them. Allowing no other to touch them. She had made a promise to herself years ago that she would never be weak again. She would never break again. But she allowed him in. She allowed him to see her. She allowed him to touch her. In the quiet moments they were able to steal alone together, she allowed him to truly see her for who — and what — she was. Damaged in places that would never fully heal. Scarred deep in her soul. Scared of the possibility of being left alone, forgotten by those she loved, deemed too difficult to love in the end. And when he reached for her, he reached as a man who loved her. Not a man who wanted to cage her, or fix her, or hold her down. Just a man who wanted to embrace her, and kiss her, and whisper to her… “It’s okay. You can finally rest with me now.”

#writing #frostfire #soulbind #kennekole #nightfeather