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I saw some other folks doing some Clangen playthroughs, and since I've been doing one and you guys always liked my stories, I thought I'd share them here. I'm playing Classic Clangen, so this will be much more focused on story than anything else here. I already have about three chapters done, so I'll post those and add more as I go after! Our Starting Cast: MOON 0 (Newleaf) “This seems like a safe place. I grew up near here,” Sunnystar hummed, letting the breeze of the ocean run through his pelt. “Seems lovely, right?” He asked Quickfur. “As long as I get a quiet place to work, I’m not picky,” the white tom shrugged and made his way to a small den tucked away from the rest of the clan. Sunnystar sighed, watching Gorgemark across the clearing. Perhaps he’d get to share tongues with her at dinner that evening. If he was lucky. “Gorgemark, would you mind patrolling for herbs with me later today?” Quickfur questioned. “I need to get some stock up in case somebody in the clan falls ill.” “No can do today, Quickfur. I’m watching the kits today,” The she-cat shook her head. “Why not ask Deerblink? I think I saw her napping in the son earlier.” She held Heatherkit softly in her paws while Bleakkit groomed his fur after running into a bush despite Gorgemark’s advisories not to. “I don’t like this place,” Heatherkit complained. “I miss the barn Deerblink used to stay in with me.” “But Deerblink is here,” Gorgemark whispered comfortingly, nuzzling the kit. “It’s alright. You’ll get used to this old place in no time, Heatherkit.” Meanwhile, Hootpelt, who was working at reinforcing the brambles on the camp wall, nodded with satisfaction at her handiwork. This would protect the kits nicely. “Did he have to pick this place? Shimmerpaw asked, flattening her ears as she trotted over. “The Apprentice’s den seems so cramped.” “You’ll have to get used to it,” winked Hootpelt. “It’ll be all the more crowded when Heatherkit joins you in there this greenleaf.” Shimmerpaw shuddered at the thought of the bossy gray-and-white cat. “Lucky me.” “Why not go out with some of the others for patrol? I heard Sunnystar was organizing a patrol soon. Go stretch your legs.”2 points
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The day was bright and calm. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and yet Alia still couldn’t shake the feeling that something very bad would happen, and soon. Kenny walked in front of her, occasionally looking back to check on her. It must have been the skeletons, they just scared her, that’s all. Kenny spoke up at that moment, as if reading her mind. ‘We’re almost home. We can tell Mother and Father about the skeletons, and then forget about it, okay?’ Kenny said reassuringly. Alia only nodded, and pressed closer to him, having to take two little steps for every big step he took. Suddenly, Kenny stiffened, and before Alia could open her mouth to ask why, he clapped a paw over her eyes. ‘Kenny!’ She angrily protested, trying to squirm out of his grip. ‘What is it!?’ Alia could hear muffled sobs, and realised that it was Da. Why was he crying? Was something wrong? ‘Father?’ Kenny’s voice trembled as he spoke. Alia frowned. That couldn’t be right, her brother was almost never scared. She attempted to shove his paw away from her eyes again, but he just held her tighter. There was no sound for a moment, and Alia suddenly wondered if Da was hurt, and that’s why he was crying. ‘Da, are you hurt? We can help! Or Mom can help!’ Alia paused. ’Where’s Mom?’ ‘She’s gone.’ She had never heard her Da so grief-filled. What did he mean by gone? She made to move over to his voice, but Kenny pulled her back. Anger seeped into her Da’s voice. ‘And it’s your fault. If you two hadn’t run off like that, this wouldn’t have happened. She’d still be here.’ ‘Father we didn’t-’ Kenny tried to speak, but Da interrupted him, his voice filled with a rage and grief he didn’t know where to put, so he lashed out at whoever was closest. ‘Just go back to the camp. I can’t bear to look at either of you.’ His voice was so bitter. So cold. Alia had no clue what was going on, only that everyone seemed upset for some reason, and Mom had run away. ‘Kenny?’ She whispered, but it came out more as a whimper. Kenny still had his paw over her eyes as he guided her away from where she heard Da was. ‘Let’s just do what Father says, alright?’ He said quietly, as he finally took his paw off her eyes. ‘Where’s Mom?’ Alia asked, still not fully understanding. Kenny turned away from her, his voice suddenly husky. ‘I’ll tell you when we get back, okay?’ Alia nodded and kept up with him, as they finally reached camp. ~ ‘Go! Run!’ Neoki yelled as her tired legs finally slowed after less than a minute's run. She collapsed against a large rock and panted, feeling as if her limbs were about to drop off. ‘I’m not leaving you! Cabi said fiercely, moving to protect Neoki from the two bearyena chasing them. One older, one younger, like the cornered creatures. Neoki’s eyes flicked around. They were done for. Neoki was much too weak to fight, and Cabi couldn’t take those monsters on her own. Both of them swivelled as the growl of the bearyena filled the forest around them. They moved slowly and silently, closing in on their prey. Think Neoki. Think! The older bearyena had a barely noticeable limp in it’s front paw. Her and Cabi were sheltered by the rock. There was an old rotting branch nearby. The fast flowing stream that led out to sea. ‘When i say go, grab that branch and throw it at the older bearyenas front paws. Then go for the younger bearyena, but just distract it.’ Neoki whispered. Cabi’s eyes filled with confusion, but she nodded. Neoki watched the steps of the bearyena, the slight shift of it’s weight as it readied to pounce. ‘Go!’ She screamed, the yell catching the bearyena off guard, giving Cabi just enough time to throw the branch at its paws, and it pounced at that moment, tripping over the branch. Neoki pulled Cabi away just as the bearyena fell against the rock that was behind them, cracking its head. It didn’t move again. The younger bearyena roared, but Cabi was already circling it, confusing it. Neoki used all the strength she had in her as she tore fur off her own pelt, flinching with pain as she felt it tear. ‘Neoki! Now or never!’ Cabi cried, her movements becoming slower as she got tired. ‘Go Cabi! Run!’ Neoki yelled again, but this time she had a plan. Which would work. Hopefully. Cabi looked back at Neoki, but when she saw the purpose blazing in her leader’s eyes, she nodded and bolted away. The bearyena was also tired, so instead of following, it immediately turned to Neoki. But she was already out of sight. The bearyena sniffed the air and followed her scent, it ended right at the edge of the stream. Some bright red fur was snagged on a branch. Had its meal thrown itself into the stream to escape? Just then, a mighty roar sounded, and the younger, smaller bearyena wasn’t expecting the push that came from behind. It yelped and scrambled, but it was too late, and the bearyena was swept away by the fast flowing current. Neoki flopped down on the bank, panting. A small smile lit up her face though. She was alive! She groaned as she stood up, barely able to walk with the way her muscles burned in pain. But she was alive. She heard pawsteps as she saw Cabi approach. Of course Cabi had come back. Neoki didn’t hide her smile, and she hugged her friend as she explained what had happened. ~ Halim listened to the early morning rustle of the forest as he walked. About a minute ahead of him, a family of three walked and talked, oblivious to his presence. And right beside him, Randi kept pace. Halim watched the creature out of the corner of his eye. Randi was short and thin, someone might think him frail. But Randi was far from that, The burning hate and purpose in his eyes were so bright, it would have made anyone afraid. Except Halim. ‘Are you going to finally tell me why we’re following them, or do I just have to figure that out myself? And shouldn’t we stop for a moment? We’ve been walking all morning.’ Halim hummed as he walked. ‘When they stop, we stop.’ Randi grunted. He turned to Halim. ‘No one said you had to come.’ ‘But you’re such an interesting creature!’ Halim smiled, with just enough sarcasm dripping from his voice to make Randi shoot a glare at him. Halim shrugged. ‘Let’s just say, I like excitement, and that’s not something I can get out by myself in the wilderness.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ Randi said gruffly, before going back to ignoring Halim. There was something about him that Halim couldn’t place. If he had to guess, it seemed Randi just hated company. Or maybe Randi just hated him. Regardless. Finally, the family in front of them stopped. Halim found a nice vantage point hidden in a bush and flopped down. Randi rigidly sat down, glaring daggers at them from behind a rock. He was actually looking at one specific creature, the one with the sharp, fluffy, cream-coloured pelt. ‘At this point you’re going to kill them by just staring at them.’ Halim said dryly. Randi scoffed but looked away, knowing they would feel his eyes on them. ‘If only.’ Randi muttered. Halim’s eyebrows rose, but more with surprise than shock or horror. ‘You want them dead?’ He mused. They looked like an ordinary family. Randi paused before answering. ‘Just the spiky furred one. His name is Cane. The other two can live.’ Randi still clearly remembered the day he was exiled. The looks on everyone's faces. If they wanted him gone or not. He would get rid of everyone who wanted him gone. Especially Kendyll. That meddling rule follower, if it wasn’t for him, maybe Randi could have stayed with the tribe. Happy, safe, with his family. In a place where there wasn’t something always trying to kill him. Randi gritted his teeth. He still remembered exactly how it had felt to kill Deat, and he wasn’t afraid to do it again. He wasn’t. He wasn’t. ‘Randi?’ Halims voice snapped Randi back to reality. ‘No one is asking you to stick around.’ Randi repeated. He hated that a small part of him wanted Halim to stay. He could be annoying at times, but there was no judgement in his eyes when Randi spoke about terrible things like murder. ‘I don’t need permission to stick around.’ Halim grinned. Randi bit his cheek to stop himself from smiling. Halim was crazy. And maybe Randi was crazy too. ‘Besides, there’s nothing wrong with wanting revenge. That’s what I assume you want, right?’ Randi nodded. ‘Oh and by the way, when you were staring off into space, they got up and walked off.’ Randi cursed under his breath as he looked and realised the three weren't there. He took one long look at Halim. ‘Can I trust you?’ ‘I think I’ll just have to prove it to you, won’t I? Trust me, anythings better than wandering this island on your own. We both know that.’ Halim’s voice was serious, for once. ‘Then let’s go.’2 points
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MOON 4 (GREENLEAF) Shimmerpaw sat in the clearing, watching Heatherpaw across camp as she sat near Quickfur. Specifically, she was looking at the rabbit that Heatherpaw was eating. Shimmerpaw sighed with dissatisfaction as she looked at the mouse between her paws. Maybe Shimmerpaw would be up for a trade..? Quietly, Shimmerpaw padded over to Heatherpaw. Heatherpaw seemed a lot more reasonable since becoming an apprentice… maybe she’d actually be a bit more tolerable to talk to. “Hey, Heatherpaw. Would you like to swap prey?” She twitched an ear, trying not to suggest too much that Heatherpaw’s prey looked tastier in case Heatherpaw got protective of it and refused the trade. To Shimmerpaw’s surprise, Heatherpaw lit up at the prospect, eyeballing the mouse at Shimmerpaw’s feet. “That sounds great, actually! I like mouse better, anyway.” She grinned over at Shimmerpaw, nudging the rabbit over to her. Shimmerpaw happily plopped down beside Heatherpaw and the two began to eat next to each other. Heatherpaw eyed Shimmerpaw; as much as she enjoyed talking to Quickfur or sometimes Sunnystar, Heatherpaw wanted a friend her age. “So.. How’s your training going?” “Eh, fine. It’s hard sometimes getting the time to go out training since the clan’s still kinda small and Hootpelt’s busy as deputy and all, but I’ve been working with Gorgemark some so that makes me feel a bit better.” She took another mouthful of rabbit, savoring the taste for a moment before looking over at Heatherpaw. “I’m more interested to hear about what medicine cat training is like. I’ve never really looked around the medicine den too much.” Heatherpaw seemed to light up for a moment, genuine interest sparking in her eyes. “Oh, it’s actually really fun!” She said. “I really like learning all of the herbs a medicine cat needs. It’s a lot more interesting than it sounds, and it’s really satisfying to give someone a treatment and it work for them so you see the results of your studies shining through. I hope to be the clan’s best medicine cat one day.” She raised her head proudly. Shimmerpaw raised her brows, surprised at the change in Heatherpaw. Maybe the bossy kit she once knew just needed something to occupy herself with to be more tolerable. And Shimmerpaw had to admit, it was nice talking to another apprentice. “Do you get to go on patrols, then?” “Yes, but not quite the patrols you get to go on. It’s more just Quickfur and I looking around for herbs together. It’s actually pretty fun sometimes.” She smiled. “You don’t see any enemies or anything to fight off, but sometimes you’ll find something neat while looking for herbs.” This resulted in the two going off in a long conversation even after dinner was over, comparing their roles and getting to know each other. “You know, it’s nice to actually get to know you,” Shimmerpaw said. “It’s pretty lonesome sometimes as the only warrior apprentice, but it’s nice to have someone around my age who gets it.” She smiled over at Heatherpaw. “It’s nice to have you around too.” Heatherpaw smiled in return, a genuine friendship beginning to form between the two of them. A few days later, Heatherpaw came into the warrior apprentice’s den and approached Shimmerpaw. “Shimmerpaw! Check out what I found while looking for herbs!” Rousing from her sleep, Shimmerpaw rolled over to see Heatherpaw holding a brilliant red cardinal feather in her jaw. “Oh, that’s cool, Heatherpaw.” She got up onto her feet, sniffinf the feather. Heatherpaw seemed very proud- it sounded like she didn’t see much exciting on her patrols, so finding a feather must have been a bigger deal for her. “It almost matches your red fur,” Heatherpaw commented. “Would you like it?” “Who? Me?” Shimmerpaw’s ears perked up, and she was surprised that Heatherpaw would think to give her a gift. She smiled as Heatherpaw nudged the feather over to her, just happy to have a friend. “Thanks so much, Heatherpaw. I’ll wear it on my pelt,” she grinned. Bleakkit, meanwhile, pouted in the clearing. He watched Heatherpaw and Shimmerpaw trot around camp, watching and learning from their mentors, and he felt a bit of anxiety in his stomach. He was almost six moons old, and no doubt would be joining the ranks of apprentices soon. The thought filled him with anxiety. Bleakkit was a fan of the nursery, of being comforted and fussed over by the other cats. Therefore, he decided to take out this feeling on his clanmates. Plodding around camp, he looked at all the cats- Deerblink was preparing for a hunting patrol, and Sunnystar was reinforcing the camp with brambles. His eyes finally traveled over to one of his favorite cats- Gorgemark. Gorgemark was the most like his mother aside from Deerblink, and always made him feel comforted. Deciding to make himself known, he trotted up to her and yowled loudly. “Gorgemark!!” The dark-furred she-cat looked down at him. “Yes, Bleakkit? Are you alright?” “Nobody’s talking to me!” He stamped a paw on the ground. “I’m sad!” Smiling, Gorgemark approached the kit and sat down beside him. “Alright, alright, Bleakkit. Why don’t we bask in the sun? It’s a pretty day, and no better time of year than greenleaf.” Nodding, Bleakkit went to lie in the sun with Gorgemark, flopping onto the warrior’s paws. “I don’t want to grow up, Gorgemark.” “It’s scary, isn’t it?” Gorgemark asked, looking down at him. “But you’re going to grow up to be a great warrior, Bleakkit. I think you’re brave, and fast, and Sunnystar will put you with a great warrior to work with.” “But I like the nursery! It’s quiet, and it’s warm, and I get to listen to you tell stories.” “I think you can still tell plenty stories as a warrior. I tell stories with Deerblink all the time,” she smiled. “Well… If you say so,” grunted the kit. “I’ll trust you, Gorgemark.”2 points
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MOON 3 (Greenleaf) Sunnystar was chattering at birds in the trees, craving the taste of prey when he saw out of the corner of his eye Heatherkit plodding by. Her head was low, along with her tail. “Heatherkit, what’s the matter?” Sunnystar asked, coming to sit beside her. “You should be excited; your apprentice ceremony is soon.” “But… I don’t know what I want, Sunnystar.” “Well, as an apprentice, a warrior mentor will be assigned to you. You don’t have to worry about choosing.” He smiled at her, but his smile faded when he saw his sentence made her even more upset. “It’s not that,” Heatherkit sighed. “I don’t want to be a warrior. It doesn’t sound any fun.” She looked over at the medicine cat’s den, where Quickfur was napping at its entrance. “I want to be a medicine cat,” the kit confessed. “I like watching Quickfur work. I want to be the best medicine cat that the clan’s ever seen.” She looked up at Sunnystar. Smiling, Sunnystar looked down at the kit. He dipped his head in understanding. “Well, Heatherkit, I’ll have to talk to Quickfur. But I’m sure he would appreciate an extra set of paws working with his herbs. And he’s not the most warm and fuzzy cat, but he’s an excellent teacher. I’m sure that he could teach you to be great.” I’ll go talk to him.” Lighting up, Heatherkit’s whiskers twitched with excitement. “Thank you, Sunnystar!” Sunnystar approached the den of Quickfur, swaying his tail. “Quickfur, I’d like to talk to you.” “Yes?” Quickfur asked, not looking up from his work. “I think I might have an apprentice for you. Heatherkit is interested in training in the ways of a medicine cat.” Quickfur looked over to the gray-and-cream tom, seemingly taking interest but his stoic face not expressing anything. “Sounds fine by me. Assign me to her at her apprentice ceremony, and I’ll take care of her.” So Heatherkit is promoted to Heatherpaw. Quickfur and Heatherpaw form a bond from Heatherpaw’s eagerness to learn and quick wit, with Quickfur having to occasionally tone Heatherpaw down when she tries to be bossy to her patients. “You’re a very smart cat, Heatherpaw,” Quickfur said. “The only critique I have is your bossy behavior. The more forceful you are, your patients aren’t going to want to listen to you. The quicker you break out of that kittish behavior and quit trying to boss others around, the better off you’ll be.” He smiled at her, a rare expression on his face. “Get that down, and you’ll be a grand medicine cat. You’re doing a great job.” Hootpelt, meanwhile, was on patrol with Gorgemark and Deerblink. “Why didn’t you take Shimmerpaw with you?” Gorgemark asked Hootpelt. “Sunnystar wanted someone to watch Bleakkit today,” Hootpelt said. “I volunteered Shimmerpaw.” “...Hootpelt, don’t you think she needs to be getting experience out on the field?” Gorgemark flattened her ears. “Watching kits is a warrior or an elder’s job.” “I take Shimmerpaw out nearly every day,” Hootpelt stated, looking over at Gorgemark. “I don’t think a day of watching Bleakkit is going to kill her.” “I think you’re having her miss out on valuable training time,” Gorgemark confessed. “I would’ve been happy to take her patrolling with me if you needed someone else to watch Bleakkit.” “How I mentor my apprentice is my business,” Hootpelt said, not aggressively but firmly enough to make Gorgemark sigh. “I assure you, she’ll enter the field as a fine warrior.” So when Gorgemark returned to camp, she came over to sit with Shimmerpaw. “Hey there. How about I take you out and practice sparring with you?” She smiled. “All the warriors are back from camp, I’m sure I can get Deerblink to watch Bleakkit for you.” Shimmerpaw raised her head. “Really? You’d do that?” “Apprentices like you aren’t appreciated enough,” Gorgemark said with a smile. “I think you work hard, and your eagerness to learn should be rewarded. C’mon, I’ll take you out of camp.” As the two practiced different moves, Shimmerpaw felt comfortable enough to open up to Gorgemark. “It just… It makes me anxious about being a warrior,” She confessed as they batted paws. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when I’m promoted because some days I just feel invisible.” “You have plenty of time,” Gorgemark reassured her. “And no warrior feels ready when they’re promoted, either. It’s something you’re going to learn as you go.”2 points
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MOON 2 (NEWLEAF) Shimmerpaw rolled her eyes as she patrolled with Hootpelt and Deerblink, as Deerblink rattled on and on about hunting tips. Isn’t Hootpelt supposed to be the one mentoring me? Deerblink asked within her mind. Some of the things she said contrasted directly with what Hootpelt had told her. Hootpelt seemed to have already checked out, though, staring off to space and simply humming along in agreement when Deerblink asked things like, “Aren’t I right?” Rolling her eyes and trudging into camp, she sat down near Sunnystar. “I pray Hootpelt doesn’t take Deerblink on patrol with us tomorrow…” She mumbles to herself. The leader looked over at her, raising a brow. “Why’s that?” “She says stuff that contradicts Hootpelt. I think Hootpelt thinks she’s crazy or something and just zones out, but it’s really annoying to hunt the way Hootpelt taught me and then be corrected by Deerblink. It’s frustrating, you know?” The dark ginger she-cat flattened her ears in dismay. “It makes me so overwhelmed by the time we get back to camp.” “Well, how about sometime I show you some hunting tips?” Sunnystar puffed out his chest in a joking manner. “They say I’m the most fantastic hunter in Duskclan.” “I guess a third party opinion would do me some good…” Shimmerpaw said, looking over at him. “What have you got?” “Well, first of all, when you’re hunting, feel the ground under your paws.” He extended his claws, running them through the soil. “See? Try it. It gives you a feel for what patches are sturdier to hunt and where you should place your feet as the most sturdiest places to stalk.” Giving it a shot, Shimmerpaw ran her paws in the dirt. It gave her a new sensation and perspective she hadn’t felt before. “You know, I’d never thought about it like that! Thanks!” “Just follow your instincts. Cats don’t all learn the same way, you have to try what works for you.” Sunnystar nodded, feeling a warm feeling in his chest as the apprentice he was so recently arguing with seemed to really appreciate his input. Meanwhile, Bleakkit had been following Sunnystar, and he noticed out of the corner of his eye- he, too, was feeling the earth, copying the positions that Sunnystar took, even twitching his ears the same way. “What’re you doing, Bleakkit?” Sunnystar asked, smiling. “I’m practicing,” Bleakkit explained. “I’m like you. I’ll be the next Sunnystar.” Smiling, Sunnystar raised a brow. “Alright, Bleakkit.” He took a breath. He felt especially blessed by Starclan to have such inquisitive young clanmates.2 points
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MOON 1 (NEWLEAF) Heatherkit trailed into the medicine cat den, stamping her paw. “Quickfur!” The tom twitched an ear in the kit’s direction, tending a thorn in his paw. “Yes?” He felt the kit’s paw pressing into his side. “My belly hurts! Make it stop!” The she-kit flattened her ear. “Well, what happened before it started hurting?” The tom asked, cursing under his breath as he finally removed the thorn. “Let me know that first.” “Nothing!” “What did you eat?” The kit hesitated, shuffling her paws into the dirt. “.... A bug.” “And that’s why we don’t eat bugs, Heatherkit. That’s no food for a warrior, now is it?” He raised a brow, his cold voice softer towards younger cats but still firm. “But I wanted to hunt my prey like a warrior does! And no one lets me leave camp to hunt. It’s no fair!” “And it’s no fair on your stomach to feed it bad things. Come here. I’ll give you some parsely.” Quickfur gestured his tail to where his herbs were stored. “You sure have a lot of these…” The kit commented. “What are all of they?” Quickfur twitched his whiskers, delighted to talk about his work to someone for once. “This here is catmint….” Meanwhile, Hootpelt woke up from a frightening dream about the rushing river near the clan, as if she was drowning. It was enough to shake up her typically sunny disposition, and it affected her so much that she didn’t feel like eating at dinnertime. She simply sat alongside Quickfur and Gorgemark, resting her head on her paws. “Quickfur, what are the significance of dreams?” She asked him. “It depends on the dream. Some dreams have no meaning. What sort of dream are you talking about? I can’t just read your mind.” “..Well, I had a dream about drowning in the river. I usually don’t dream, so it just.. it really shook me up.” “Not all dreams have symbolism, Hootpelt. It could just be the stress of moving to a new place,” Quickfur explained as he ate some prey. “And you’re not going to feel any better if you go without dinner,” Gorgemark piped up. “Be sure to eat something, Hootpelt. You’re going to feel even worse without some food in you.” Hootpelt smiled at her friend. “Thanks, Gorgemark. It means a lot that you care.” The next day, Sunnystar organizes a patrol- one with Hootpelt, Gorgemark, and Quickfur, but not Shimmerpaw. Shimmerpaw argues with him about this. “But I should be learning!” “You can watch the kits,” Sunnystar explained. “Gorgemark needs a break from watching them, Shimmerpaw.” Shimmerpaw flattens her ears. “I’ve been training extra hard recently, Sunnystar. I wish I had at least some respect for being an aspiring warrior who puts in the work.”2 points
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dont be nervous your art is awesome!!! da is kinda wacky sometimes but personally no ones ever come after me for what i've posted, it's just weird decisions by staff that make the website not really that great sometimes whats your username if you dont mind me asking!1 point
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(WHY AM I WRITING A MURDER PLOT WITH NICHELINGS. THEYRE NICHELINGS. DO I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO. also everyone is dying right and left, what do i do i dont want this playthrough just to be tragic death scenes like bruh)1 point
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!!!!! you have no idea how much that means to me dude thank you so much!!! appreciate it a lot!!!1 point
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Saber fanged nichelings are honestly just better, I said what I said1 point
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i know ive said this like a million times before but i love your art so much, i think the lineart and the way you shade things makes it really unique!1 point
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Couldn't sleep all last night and in the wee hours of the morning I threw up, except there was nothing in my stomach so I just died, and also got my period 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀0 points
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meanwhile I have art block all the time and all I can draw are little doodles0 points