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i'm going on a longer trip starting today so before i leave i'll post the rest of the art (if i draw anything on the trip i'll post it when i'm back :)) it's everyone's favorite desperately in need of therapy gay reindeer, noelle!! i dont have a lot to say about this image besides DEER so even more random doodles little guy!! cmon you should probably know by now i cannot join a fandom and not make an oc silly :))3 points
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Ok so. I have miscalculated. You know the way this story is based on monarchy and a caste system, which I find interesting? Yeah well when I made this I had a brief misplacement of brain and forgot I hated both monarchies and caste systems, even if they are kind of interesting. And I'm writing a story about them. But I don't want to give up on this playthrough so early, since I haven't really had time to get attached to the characters. SO, my solution is to keep going, but don't be surprised if this playthrough ends up going haywire, and some completely insane stuff happens with the monarchy aspect.1 point
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WILDCLAN SURVIVES WOO! Yeah sorry about that, I had bad writers block and felt like the plot was almost stuck? I could've made myself write but this is honestly my favorite playthrough, because I do kinda play favorites, so I'm extra picky about it and only want the best for y'all so I hope you enjoy the update at last! - CanaryStar can’t help but feel a certain…sadness as she looks over the clan. The future is bright with the young members of the clan but with each passing moon the aging of the older members becomes increasingly obvious as she notices the way Robinbriar and Firefang seem to have a harder time moving than when they first joined, not to mention the way that even her brother seems to be heavily slowing down. And she would be a fool to not notice the aches that have begun to settle in her body with each sunrise, even her extra lives can’t offset the effects of age it seems. She startles slightly when a presence appears in the corner of her vision but she relaxes as she notices that it is simply her deputy. “You almost seem like you’re sulking, is everything alright?” Sandwing’s words make the leader sigh as she considers his question. “Nothing is really wrong, it’s just sad to see everyone grow older especially knowing that I may outlive them” She confessed as she looked over the clan, from the showy apprentices to the idle chatter of the senior warriors everything seemed so very different yet oddly unchanged. “Well think of it this way, at least you’ve gotten to know them and take comfort in the fact that your leadership has guided them well enough to grow old and be given a chance to die from old age instead of battle or hunger” CanaryStar looked over at her deputy in consideration before a smile slowly stretched onto her face. “I suppose you’re right, death from old age is a more peaceful fate than death by wounds” CanaryStar replied as she looked at the clan bustling about with her deputy. Robinbriar’s paced slowed in consideration as she approached her mate with a rabill held in her jaws, was she being paranoid over something that wasn’t even there or were her fears correct? She decided there was only one way to find out as she sat beside Firefang, making the orange-furred nicheling’s ears swivel towards her as he picked up her familiar scent. “How are you doing this sunhigh?” Firefang greeted with the same sweetness he did every sunhigh but instead of making her heart melt it only made Robinbriar feel worse for the question she was intending to ask. She hesitated to speak after setting down the rabill but steeled her nerves. “Can I ask you something while we eat?” The blunt phrasing temporarily caught Firefang off guard and made a small part of him nervous but he brushed that aside as unneeded nerves. “Of course” He responded as he leaned down to take a bite of the rabill after letting Robinbriar get her own first. ‘Is this really a good idea or am I going to ruin everything?’ That was the thought that swirled around Robinbriar’s head as she took another bite before trying to calm and focus herself. She hadn’t noticed it at first but after Redpaw’s death she noticed how her mate seemed to barely grieve like she and Twigpaw had, and her observations made her notice more and more how he only interacted with his own kit on the occasions that Twigpaw approached himself, never taking the initiative. “Do you…hate our kits?” The question made Firefang splutter, almost choking on the bite he was chewing, before trying to make a swift recovery. “No! No I don’t hate them” Firefang answered firmly knowing that at least that was true, he never ever hated his kits as they did nothing to deserve that. “I just…” Firefang winced as he tried to think of a way to phrase it that wouldn’t sound bad but there wasn’t a good way to soften what he had to say. “I’m not…attached to them the way you are” He said as he turned his head away despite the fact he wouldn’t be able to see whatever emotions Robinbriar was feeling at that confession. “Why, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Robinbriar questioned as she could only stare at the ground while waiting for an answer. Firefang could feel his snout scrunch as he thought of a good answer to that question as he wondered how things would’ve went if he’d confessed those feelings sooner. “I didn’t want you to leave me over it and you seemed so excited I couldn’t bear to hurt you like that” Firefang said as he shifted from one paw to another as a way to try and ignore the guilt that squeezed his chest like a patch of thorns. “…You should’ve thought of that sooner” Robinbriar said with a bitter tinge in her tone as she stood to her paws causing Firefang’s ears to turn in her direction as he tried to figure out what she meant. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered as a small yet powerful feeling of dread washed over him like the tides of the sea, something felt wrong…off. “Because if you had maybe I would’ve stayed with you but knowing you kept something like that from me I…I don’t think it’d be a good idea to stay together” Firefang practically jumped to his paws as he heard Robinbriar’s words, not wanting to believe it meant what he feared. “W-wait you don’t mean-” Robinbriar interrupted him to ensure he got the message loud and clear. “We’re done, if you kept something like this how can I know what other things you’ll keep from me? I can’t live with that doubt clouding my mind” Firefang scrambled after Robinbriar as she began to stalk away from her former mate. “Wait please! I haven’t kept anything else from you I promise, don’t do this please I’ll do anything” Firefang’s desperate pleads made her heart clench but she didn’t want to be swayed, she wanted to be firm with her choice. “No. This is better for the both of us in the long-run” Robinbriar said with enough force to make Firefang freeze in his tracks. “I-…okay” Firefang whispered in a way that made Robinbriar’s heart hurt but she took a deep breath and walked away, leaving Firefang to stand alone with flattened ears and a drooping tail. “You’ll be a fine hunter when you get your name” Daisyfall praised after seeing Twigpaw catch his third rabill of this patrol. Twigpaw preened at the praise, proudly lifted his head into the air as if to show off his catch which made the older nicheling chuckle. “But you shouldn’t hunt too much, it’ll hurt our prey supply” Daisyfall warned as he jumped down from the tree stump he was keeping watch from. “How can that hurt our prey supply?” Twigpaw asked after placing the rabill next to the other two, curious about his mentor’s warning. “Well if you hunt all the prey than they won’t be able to have their own kits, leaving us with no food to hunt the next season” Daisyfall explained with a stretch before throwing around his gaze to check for any signs of danger. “Oh” Twigpaw simply said as he never put thought into his prey beyond perfecting his technique in hunting them down. “We should get back to the clan, unless we want a bearyena to catch the scent of a free meal” Daisyfall said as he nodded his head toward the small pile of rabills causing the apprentice to grab two, leaving the last one for Daisyfall to pick up before the two headed back to camp. = Twigpaw and his mentor had put the rabills in the fresh-kill pile so he was free to enjoy doing whatever he wanted until he needed to sleep, so he took that opportunity to tell his mom how many rabills he had caught today. But as he approached he noticed something was off especially considering that his dad wasn’t right next to her like he usually is. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat down a tail-length away from his mom. “Nothing, how was your patrol?” Robinbriar tried to deflect the subject but Twigpaw isn’t one to easily let these things go so he pushed the subject. “If you’re fine than why do you look like you’re trying not to cry?” Twigpaw’s direct phrasing made Robinbriar shift on her paws but inevitably decide that Twigpaw would find out sooner or later. “Well you see me and your dad are…not exactly mates anymore” Twigpaw’s jaw dropped at those words as he never expected the two to actually break up. He took a few moments to recover as he thought of how he felt about the fact they weren’t together anymore. “Alright” Robinbriar’s face scrunched a bit in confusion at the simple answer as she looked over at her kit to see if he was hiding sadness but he looked fine. “Dad didn’t really talk to me and it’s not like he’s gone, if I really want to talk to him he’s still a part of the clan” Twigpaw spoke again upon seeing the baffled expression his mom wore at his response. “Well when did my little kit get so mature” Robinbriar cooed making Twigpaw’s fur bristle in embarrassment. “Mom! I’m not a kit anymore I’m almost a fully grown warrior” Twigpaw grumbled making Robinbriar laugh at the reaction, it was exactly what she was looking for. “Alright, alright. I guess I’ll spare you for now but just because you’ll be a warrior doesn’t stop you from being my kit” Robinbriar said making Twigpaw splutter before turning around and stalking off, only causing Robinbriar to burst into another fit of laughter at her kit’s embarrassment. “-I even caught this huuuge rabill, even bigger than the one Twigpaw got, which is surprising considering he’s like the best hunter in the clan at this point OH and-” Crowpaw’s head hurt from listening to Blossompaw’s unending rambles but she didn’t want to be rude not to mention the fact that Blossompaw could be good company, her rambling can be fantastic background noise during a draining task like gathering nest materials. Blossompaw suddenly fell over, having tripped over a root she hadn’t seen while doing her usual pacing. And Crowpaw was suddenly reminded of another reason that she listened to the other apprentice’s endless chatter, her moments of clumsiness is something that Crowpaw found to be endearing. “Are you okay?” Crowpaw asked after laughing for a bit which made the other apprentice pout as she stood to her paws once more with a shake of her pelt. “I would be if my favorite nicheling hadn’t laughed at my misery” Blossompaw said with a dramatic sigh while Crowpaw almost choked on air at that easy admission. “I’m your favorite nicheling?” Blossompaw stood straight up as soon as she realized what she had admitted, and directly to her face too! “Er well you see I- Um- y-yeah?” The energetic apprentice stumbled through her words internally cringing away to dust at that horrid delivery considering it lacked any sense of smoothness. “…Thanks?” Crowpaw’s odd tone made Blossompaw want to launch herself directly into the sea, taking it as a very bad thing that made her regret saying anything. Meanwhile Crowpaw was mildly dying inside, in a good way that she couldn’t decipher, which made her voice tone come out wrong. Crowpaw could see the moment Blossompaw took it the wrong way and tried to beat her to the punch but Blossompaw skittered off without another word. Crowpaw’s ears drooped as she looked at her paws, mentally berating herself for that delivery. = Blossompaw ran to her nest, ignoring the concerned call of her mother, and curled up in a ball with the desire to just vanish into this air. ‘Why did I say that?! We were friends, it was going well, great even! But I had to open my big mouth’ She thought to herself as her mind replayed the moment over and over again. ‘Sleep will give me time to think’ She thought as she curled up into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for sleep to take her away from reality. When she woke up she wasn’t in her nest but instead in a place so dark that she needed a bit of time for her eyes to adjust. She looked ahead of her seeing dead and leafless trees with branches that tangled and twisted with each other along with hefty patches of thorns weaving through the landscape. Confused she sniffed around and regretted it as a sour and rotten mix of scents made her nauseous and mildly dizzy so she scrunched her nose and tried her best to ignore the smell. She looked ahead and started walking forward to see where it would lead. Little did she know of the set of paws following after her, paws that were grey with splotches of light spots that were covered with dark dirt…1 point
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(I had some spare time today, so here is an update) Grass mingle (I think) Qirunar swished his tail nervously. Usually Ainijaya did things like this, considering she was Kani from birth, while he only became Kanir through marrying her. He wasn’t instructed on all this court etiquette. ‘Very well. You two have my blessing.’ Qirunar tried to smile at the couple in front of him. They were well suited for each other, but definately unexpected. But then again, Enki and Kat knew each other since they were young, so it made sense. ‘Thank you Kanir.’ Kat grinned, and the two gave a small bow and walked away. Qirunar found it a bit silly that nichelings needed their leaders permission to marry and have children, but maybe that was to control population size. His tail kept swishing back and forth. It was hard to be happy for them, considering he and Ainijaya were being hunted relentlessly, and that meant their children were in danger as well. ‘How are you feeling, Jay?’ Qirunar walked up to Ainijaya, a small smile on his face in an attempt to make her feel better. When the Kani was in a foul mood, little could change that. And when she was sick, she was always in a foul mood. ‘How do you think?’ She rasped. There was the usual irritation in her voice, but also something else. ‘I was only checking.’ mumbled Qirunar, turning to leave. ‘Wait. Don’t go.’ She didn’t say it in the way a sick person said it, someone who didn’t want to be left alone. She said it almost fearfully. Then Qirunar understood. ‘I-I’ll go get Nikaj or Ramsi to keep you company.’ He threw behind him, quickening his pace. She didn’t say anything to that. Qirunar had never been a good actor. He could only hope that he was convincing enough now, or his mate could lose her life. Once he knew he was out of view, he ran to get Enki. Enki raced back to help the Kani, but by then Qirunar was out of breath, not used to all this running. He staggered back, and was met with the body of a yellow nicheling. His stomach turned. A warrior, like Enki. Ainijaya was backed away, panting, while Enki stood regaining his breath. He was swaying quite a bit though. ‘That nicheling wanted to bring as much of the royal family here as she could before she killed us all. She told me as much when caught me earlier. Clever, but not clever enough.’ Ainijaya muttered, breath finally stabilizing. Enki however, fell over, and it was only then that Qirunar noticed he was bleeding. ~ Kiji babbled at the sky, waving her tiny paws in front of her. It was all so big! A rabbil on the path ahead darted into the bushes, and Kiji wondered if she would be big enough to catch a rabbil one day. She hoped so. ‘Keep still, you spiky little thing.’ Kiji’s mothers voice was muffled by the fact that Kiji was being carried by her. ‘I can carry her.’ Her fathers calm, albeit a bit gruff voice floated over. Kiji squeaked, just to tell them she was part of the conversation as well. ‘No you can’t. You need to rest and recover, grumpy.’ mam said to dad. ‘You’re the healer.’ dad smiled slightly, but Kiji could see he was a bit hurt. He winced everytime he put weight on one paw. Kiji mewed unhappily. She still didn’t understand why he was hurt. She once hurt herself, when a burr found its way into her nest. It was very spiky, and she tried to bat it away, but ended up cutting her small, soft paw. Maybe her dad got spiked by a burr as well? ‘Almost there Kiji. The beach is beautiful, I know you’ll love it!’ mam smiled. Kiji didn’t know what a ‘the beach’ was, but it sounded exciting. She babbled happily to herself as the small family made their way to the shore. ~ Mita walked through the soft grasses, Hu right behind her, her tail gently clamped between his jaws. The wind was strong this close to the sea, and it was best for Hu to not fall into the water and drown. ‘How close are we?’ Hu mumbled. ‘Close.’ Mita replied quietly. As always. She heard Hu sigh. He was naturally talkative, so spending time with someone who barely said a word must be painful. Mita realised with a small pang of guilt that he still went out of his way to talk to her anyway. ‘Nikaj and Ramsi are already at the port. They went ahead.’ Mita added in an attempt to make Hu’s ordeal less painful. ‘Those two mean a lot to you, don’t they?’ Hu asked. He was nosy too. Talkative and nosy. ‘They do. I can’t have my own children, so caring for them is important to me.’ ‘I still think It’s an awful punishment. Being demoted to that rank I mean.’ Hu said a lot of things, and Mita knew he meant well, but it made her feel like someone to be pitied whenever someone spoke like that to her. She didn’t like it. ‘It’s how things are. My family committed treason. It would be worse if we were all executed.’ Mita said, doing her best to end the conversation. ‘If its not too invasive, could I ask what did your family do…?’ ‘You can ask.’ Mita immediately went back to being quiet. Technically Hu was higher rank, so she shouldn’t talk to him like this, but she knew he pitied her too much to ever report her for this. Her grandmother didn’t do anything too serious, just openly disagreed with any type of monarchy or caste system. The nobility didn’t like that kind of talk, and demoted her grandmother and her entire family to the lowest rank to keep them quiet. Mita had only been a child back then. Everyday she wondered what life could be like if things were different. ‘This way.’ Mita said. They had reached the flower port. Pink flowers blossomed across the entire port, filling the air with the heady scent of pollen. Petals flew through the air and landed in the bright blue sea. It was a picture from paradise. Mita hated to say it, but she would miss this island. Too bad they had to leave.1 point