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Look! Art! I have the whole lore and storyline planned out for a story, but I don’t know what to do with it. I was thinking I could write the story on Wattpad. I’m not sure though. And no, I’m not writing out the whole lore for anyone, it’s too much effort. Basically, it’s about this (Person? Creature?) named Curled Storm who lives in a colony with a seemingly strict leader named Sheath. Curled Storm is hardly older than a cub, so she should naturally be in the nursery or with an adult, but Sheath has already been training her himself, and nobody knows why. Help I’m already doing too much typing.

I never post my art stuff but I like this drawing so I'll toss it on here, I love playing clangen and this guy is ConeStar! He has a grumpy personality but is really sweet towards his clanmates, this specific drawing is when he was comforting a kit named Sablekit because he wasn't getting along with his clanmates. My idea is that since Sablekit also has a grumpy personality I wonder if he understands Sablekit more than most of his clanmates do.

I STARTED LAUGHING WHY-

Ok thats it thank you for sticking around anyone who read this 👍

i mean i dont really see the point in writing what happened since we all know what's gonna happen at the end anyways you could just make a new challenge playthrough ig

Yeah, I think you're right. Maybe I'll start another playthrough down the road with a plot, and better characters. For now though I think I'll just post all the screenshots I took before the clan died.

I'd say that if you don't have the passion/attachment to the characters to finish writing it out than don't because making yourself finish it can be draining.

(Tiny green?) Vayka plodded alongside Ramsi, who was now Kanir. The distant smell of prey hit her nose, and she quickened her pace from excitement. Ramsi matched it, a steady, quiet presence, even more so now that he damaged his voice. But today the silence was uncomfortable, stifling. ‘You’ve been treating me different.’ Ramsi broke the silence with a whisper Vayka barely caught. ‘I have not.’ She rolled her eyes at him, before pausing. ‘Kanir.’ Now it was Ramsi’s turn to roll his eyes. ‘This doesn’t change anything, you know. Me being Kanir doesn’t mean we’re not friends. It doesn’t mean I’m better than you or some stupid thing.’ His voice took on a pleading note. ‘I know that.’ Vayka said. To tell the truth, she didn’t know if it changed things. In her was a bred in fear of displeasing the monarchs. When Ramsi was still just the Kayan, they were friends, but things felt different now that he was the ruling monarch. ‘You matter more to me than some rules, we’re still friends. I just need to think about some stuff.’ She shrugged, touching the gems on her chest. Ramsi nodded, and they fell into silence again. Their hunt was successful, and they came back with a lot of good prey. A little fluffy kit wobbled forward, an almost direct clone of Zorro. Nikaj looked on, a tired expression on her face. Vayka felt bad for Nikaj’s position. She never really wanted kids, but the bloodline needed to survive. It wasn’t the first time Vayka wondered whether a monarchy was even worth it. ‘I’ll bite your head off if you didn’t get me something good.’ Nikaj grinned at the two approaching nichelings, her tired expression fading. ‘Guess I’m going to be missing a head then,’ Ramsi smiled back, hiding the prey behind himself. ‘We’ve got nothing.’ ‘Come on Ramsi, even you aren’t that useless.’ She jibed. ‘Vayka will have something though, because she can actually hunt.’ Nikaj turned her grin to Vayka. ‘That I do.’ Vayka puffed her chest out, before picking up Ayan, the little kit, and walking over to the others. Ayan was not given the surname of a Kayan, because he was not the child of the current monarch. But if Nikaj and Ramsi died with Ayan being the only heir, he would become Kanir. Just as she and Ramsi set down their food, a low growl echoed from the bushes. Vayka turned around, and eyes like black pools stared back at her, hunger like a bright flame. Vayka just managed to shove her friends out of the way, before sharp teeth sank into her shoulder. She would have been dead, if not for her spiky back, making the bearyena yelp in pain and stand back for a moment. ‘To the ports!’ Ramsi said as loud as he could, his voice raspy. Nikaj grabbed Ayan, and everyone ran. Zorro and Kiji were already there, and running. They sped across the flowers, the bearyena nipping at their hind legs. Bounding across the stones, the tribe ran to the next island. The journey was long and tough, across stones and smaller islands that were barely sandbanks. On the way Telim was born, and when the warm air of another island hit them, Vayka thought she would cry from relief. She quickly touched the gems on her chest, before hopping off the stones and helping the others. ~ Kiji sat humming to herself as she walked along the beach looking around for herbs, or something of use. The loud pawsteps of her sister alerted her, and she stood up a little straighter. Kiji had never been very close with Vayka, but they were friends at the very least. ‘Ramsi wants us to move further inland. You might want to pick up the pace.’ Vayka ushered. Kiji looked off into the distance, thinking for a moment, before looking back at her sister. ‘Somethings bothering you.’ She said, raising an eyebrow. ‘Why does everyone keep saying that!’ Vayka huffed, grabbing Kiji’s tail and half dragging her to the others. She wasn’t very successful. ‘Nothings wrong! I’m just thinking!’ ‘Alright, alright. But would it hurt if you let me think with you? If it’s not too personal of course.’ Kiji tilted her head. ‘I just…’ Vaykas ears went flat on her head. ‘Have you ever thought what it would be like without a monarchy? If we just governed ourselves?’ ‘It’d be chaotic, I’d imagine.’ ‘But this isn’t working out! Look how our tribe has fallen. If we all worked together, instead of some nichelings being better than others, things would be a lot more stable.’ Vayka stood her ground, her gaze intense. ‘You’re right, in a way.’ Kiji said slowly. ‘But this is how we’ve always been doing it, and maybe we need to wait until a more stable time to change things. Have you talked to Ramsi?’ ‘Of course I haven’t, he’s the Kanir.’ Vayka mumbled, shaking her head. ‘Okay, whatever. Forget I said anything.’ She walked off before Kiji could say another word. ~ A few nights ago, Zorro passed from old age. It was a hot day in the part of the island that was a savanna, and Telim couldn’t get to sleep. He missed his father, but the thing he was most broken up about was the fact that his mother didn’t seem to care. Sure, she mourned for him as if he was a friend, but nothing more. Telim had hoped that him passing would at least make his mother care a bit more, but apparently not. ‘You okay?’ His mothers voice sounded from behind him. ‘Fine.’ He sighed, moving over to make room for her. She gently placed a paw on his shoulder, before hugging him. While she didn’t love Zorro, Telim knew in his heart that she loved Ayan and himself. ‘I wanted to talk to you about your rank, actually.’ She broke away, looking down at him with her purple eyes. Telim blanched. ‘Did something happen to uncle Ramsi?’ ‘What? No. He’s fine.’ She sighed before looking at him. 'You know your father was a gatherer, but now that he’s gone, we have no one to collect food.’ Realization dawned on Telim. ‘You want to demote me.’ He turned away with a scoff, anger pooling in him. His mother fixed him with a stern glare. ‘I wouldn’t ask this of you if I knew you couldn’t do it. You’re our only option right now. If you don’t want to, don’t take this responsibility, but think of the repercussions for the clan.’ Try as he might, Telim could not be truly angry with her. He knew he wasn’t suited for being Kanir. He was laid back and easygoing, not great traits for a future leader. Besides, he prefered gathering food to dealing with the tribe. The more he mulled the thought over in his head, the less angry he felt. Eventually he had decided. ‘I’ll do it.’ Nikaj smiled from ear to ear. Barely visible wrinkles creased around her eyes, and in a moment he realized that his mother aged just like any other nicheling. He could only hope many days were still left for her. ‘Thank you, Telim.’ She smiled, before walking off to go tell Ramsi. (yeah ignore ramsi in this screenshot)

Yes after way too long they have become mates! Sandwing is a very patient nicheling for waiting so long but it was more than worth it in his eyes :3 Honestly I shouldn't play favorites but alas I do and I agree Blossompaw is one of my favorites at the moment- (Mossbeetle is my absolute favorite though-)

EXCUSE ME??? 😭😭😭

You got really far!

all my first discoveries except for the ones with swears

Okay so For my dad’s birthday, my Grandma and her boyfriend decided to go to a cave thing. My grandma expected a cool adventure underground, and my dad expected a walk through cool caves with glow worms. It’s not what we expected. We drove up a mountain (called Mt Buffalo) (and it was scary because of the really twisty roads and crazy drivers) to get to the place, and we had to put on wet suits (Not a good sign; I hate getting wet), and there were several other people going with us. There was a fifteen minute walk to the cave, then we (the whole group) was given the choice to either go in a more swimming/wet way, or a squishy hard way. Everyone chose the hard way. And it was a good thing I’m small, hehe… When we reached our first bit of water, my dad said it was very cold. I was so worried. I usually hate cold water, and, again, water in general. But it was GREAT. I wasn’t THAT cold, and everyone else HATED it, so I was naturally, smug. I’m too tired to continue in detail, but basically, it was quite a hike with my hands frozen numb and I’m not even sure if I could even feel my muscles because of numbness and my legs were giving out half the time. Often my lungs were failing (breathing problems) and there were looots of spiders. And on the walk back, the STAIRS. Definitely the worst part. I somewhat enjoyed the actual cave stuff, but the walk was no.

Day/Month 5 (last month’s data was lost to a solar flare) 003 has reached adolescence today.. It seems the group is starting to slow down their traveling. The creatures -Myrrh Holst-Rosales, Junior Exobiologist

Crafting, Saint, and Filtration System

love how i only did 2 and then gave up

I’m going to a cave thing no context bye

Day 101-200 Night and Tadpole hang out on the beach but a bearyena appears, so they go underwater. After a while Tadpole grows up and Night gets some berries, but eventually passes away. Tadpole get pregnant with a rogue male and finds a child. Unfortunately she chose to sacrifice it for her own survival. Later on after the bearyena disappears she finds a child called Crayfish and gives birth to her rogue child Pecan. Later she finds a red girl called Remira. Sadly the birds eat Pecan and Remira. Crayfish ran away to a different area and finds a whole bunch of nichelings and finds his mate, Citrus. red one is ant, orange is citrus, scorpion is scale and brown is crayfish. ant and crayfish try to kill the bearyena but die. Citrus runs away and scale gets eaten by a bird. Citrus finds a child called Bird and gives birth to Robin. Bird finds a child called dandelion but sacrifices it to a bearyena. He runs away and finds a mate called Cinna and a child called Tansy. They all die to a bearyena except this dude called Ron who kills the bearyena. Ron has some children and dies leaving his mate Red behind to defend 2 kids. She tries to kill the bearyena but it kills them all. Will try again!

i have normal creations

another random roblox screenshot

BIG UPDATE TIME! Mostly because I had lots of writing inspiration today- I hope y'all are as excited as me about this update! - Sandwing’s mind kept wandering as he ambled across camp, ignoring his clanmates while he focused on his path towards the medicine den. It had been many moons since that rain had forced him and Mossbeetle to huddle together in a cave and the conversation they had haunted the deputy’s mind since. He gave the medicine nicheling time as he didn’t want to pressure him but he wanted an answer, his body was a little more difficult to move with every sunrise and he feared dying without an answer. They would meet in StarClan but he wanted to know while both he and Mossbeetle were alive so he could enjoy the rest of his life with Mossbeetle as a mate, even if he feared it wouldn’t be much longer. The sound of pawsteps echoed through the medicine den and at first Mossbeetle was wondering if another nicheling had gotten a thorn in their paw considering that three separate nichelings had come in for that this sunrise. But then the scent made him realize it was Sandwing so he turned away from his herbs to look at the deputy. “Can we take a walk outside camp? I’ll help you gather herbs if you want” Sandwing offered making Mossbeetle pause, it wasn’t uncommon for the deputy to help escort him to gathr herbs but something about the way he spoke seemed different than usual. “Sure” Mossbeetle accepted anyways feeling some curiosity about why the deputy sounded a bit different at the moment not to mention restocking the herbs never hurt. = The two had walked a bit of a ways away from camp and Mossbeetle was looking for any poisonous berry bushes so he could collect their leaves while Sandwing’s mind was going a mile a minute. Should he really ask about it? Is he being impatient or pushy? Shoving away his thoughts he took a quiet deep breath. “Do you remember that one time we got caught in the rain and had to hide in a cave while I was trying to help you gather herbs?” Sandwing tentatively put out the question making the medicine nicheling still in a way that made Sandwing want to curl into a ball and vanish. “…I do” Mossbeetle said seeming the same as ever but internally he was panicking as he wondered why he had brought that up, he thought the deputy had forgotten about it. “Do you…have you uh…” Sandwing winced at how badly his delivery was as he fumbled over his words in an attempt to just spit it out. “Have you figured out if you want to…be mates?” Sandwing forced himself to just say it even if his chest hurt like he had just been running for a moon straight. “…” The silence stretched on in a way that made Sandwing want to run into the grasses and become a loner for the rest of his life. “Never mind! We’ll just- just collect these uh leaves and go back!” Sandwing’s words burst from him as he wanted this to be over so he could sulk in peace, so he started to pick up some leaves. “…Are you sure?” The quiet voice made Sandwing pause in his tracks and look over towards the source to see Mossbeetle, looking at the leaves by his paws with a confused expression. “Do you want to be mates with a nicheling that’s known for being grumpy, exhausted, and nowhere near soft?” Mossbeetle asked as he refused to look Sandwing in the eyes, he knows Sandwing confessed before but what if his feelings changed and this was just something asked out of courtesy? Sandwing walked over to get close enough that the two nicheling’s snouts almost touched. “I’m more sure of it than I’ve ever been about anything else in my life” The words caused Mossbeetle to flinch back in shock and disbelief. “I’ve loved you since we were younger, but I never expressed it because I assumed you hated me” Mossbeetle looked off to the side with some guilt at the deputy’s words. “But as we’ve grown together we’ve gotten closer and I’ve learned that you don’t express your affection with words or physical contact but instead through actions like how you help any injury, even if it’s small and could probably be dealt with without help” Sandwing continued before deciding to wrap it up before he gets too sappy. “What I’m trying to say is…I love you more than I feel I can express and I have for a long time but if you don’t feel the same I’ll understand” The thought hurt him deeply but Sandwing would never pressure him into loving him so he left the choice to the medicine nicheling. Mossbeetle’s fur was filled with warmth as he realized exactly how much Sandwing loved him and how deep his love was, he didn’t believe anyone would love him in such a manner. “I…I think I’d like to be mates if you truly love me that much” Mossbeetle murmured but Sandwing picked up on it easily and he was frozen for a few moments before lighting up like a sunny sky. “Really?! That’s great!” Sandwing chirped as he got closer to Mossbeetle before gently wrapping his tail around the medicine nicheling’s. Mossbeetle startled before relaxing and wrapping his tail around Sandwing’s. The herb gathering patrol took a while because the two silently decided they wanted to spend time in each other’s presence before having to go back to their duties, as was inevitable with the two having such important roles in the clan. CanaryStar only shook her head in exasperation and affection as she watched her daughter run off with her mentor, pestering Tigerthorn with a million questions while the older nicheling looked like he would rather be doing literally anything else. CanaryStar gave Blossompaw to Tigerthorn in hopes to cheer him up but it seems like Blossompaw just gets on his nerves instead, she considered changing Blossompaw’s mentor but decided against it, not wanting to make her get used to a different mentor again. Her ruminating was interrupted by the sound of multiple pawsteps making her straighten her posture, which she resisted the urge to wince as her back protested that actions, as she turned towards the noise. Her posture immediatly relaxed as she noticed it was her brother and the deputy. “Is there something going on?” She asked with the realization that both of them were here. “Is it something about the vision?” CanaryStar questioned making her brother shake his head as Sandwing spoke up. “No, it’s a more personal thing” Sandwing replied though the question made his mind temporarily wander to the strange vision that CanaryStar had shared almost a moon ago now. “Oh well than what is it?” CanaryStar asked with some intrigue while looking between the two. “Me and him have decided to become mates” Mossbeetle spoke first making CanaryStar’s eyes widen before laughing. Both the deputy and medicine nicheling looked at her with equally baffled expressions as CanaryStar continued to cackle before trying to regain her composure. “Finally! Took you two long enough” If they thought they were confused before they were even more puzzled now. “I thought you two would die before confessing” CanaryStar continued making Sandwing’s expression morph to one of embarrassment while Mossbeetle scowled at his sister. “Congratulations, but I do have a question than” CanaryStar asked as he glanced between the two with a more serious expression. “Do you want to keep this between the three of us or do you want to tell anyone else?” She wanted to make sure she knew now so she knew if she could brag or if she shouldn’t speak of it at all considering the fact that it was technically forbidden, though she’s pretty sure most of the clan wouldn’t care she still wanted to give the choice to them. “I’d be fine with the clan knowing” Mossbeetle said in a relaxed manner while Sandwing beamed. “I’d love to have everyone know Mossbeetle is my wonderful mate!” Sandwing grinned while Mossbeetle pretended that his fur wasn’t warming in embarrassment as he used a paw to very gently bop Sandwing on the nose. CanaryStar watched the two interact with amusement before a call of her name caught her attention. “Alright, well congratulations but I have to go apparently” CanaryStar sighed and Mossbeetle easily noticed the tiredness in her eyes and felt a bit bad as he knew being leader was probably a rough job. “Bye!” Sandwing said with a nod. “See you” Mossbeetle simply said with a small smile that CanaryStar returned before turning around and leaving. A hunting patrol had split into two groups leaving Twigstrike and Blossompaw to look for any signs of prey. Blossompaw was ecstatic to spend time with Twigstrike as he was usually busy or she was training but the two tried to make time for each other when their duties allowed. Blossompaw considers Twigstrike to be an older brother figure to her but she refuses to voice it both because she feels that would be too sappy but also because she knows that Twigstrike hadn’t come to terms with his sister’s death as most think he is. He hates any time that it’s brought up though he tries his best to hide it but Blossompaw spends enough time with him to see right through it so she buries the idea deep in her heart. “Bet I can catch a rabill faster than you” Twigstrike challenged making Blossompaw puff out her chest proudly. “No way! I’ll catch three rabill before you can even think about catching one!” Blossompaw argued making Twigstrike’s grin grow at her confidence. “Well than once you catch one bring it back here and wait and we’ll see who gets back first” Twigstrike said making Blossompaw grin back at him. “Be prepared to lose!” She exclaimed over her shoulder as she ran off to find a rabill first while Twigstrike chuckled before going in a different direction. Blossompaw raced through the grasses as she smelled the air for even a faint scent of her prey. The scent of rabill soon drifted over to her and she started following it though she was much slower now as she didn’t want to risk scaring it off. She soon found her target, a rabill nibbling on some berries blissfully unaware of its future demise. She crouched low to the ground and started to slowly stalk toward it having to resist the urge to just run after it as her paws buzzed with energy. But she remembered Robinbriar’s words ‘I know it’s hard to wait but remember how good it’ll feel to catch it’ she felt a pang of sadness that caused her to step on a small twig. The rabill’s ears shot up before it ran off causing her to yelp before jumping up to her paws and running after it. It deftly dodged her attempts to capture it making her irritation spike while pushing her legs to run faster. She hated the fact she was never as good at hunting at the other nichelings, she loves her friend but she’s bitter about the fact she’s so much better at hunting than her despite being the same age. She always got distracted by her thoughts or made the impulsive decision to try and pounce a little too early. Catching the rabill’s fur in her claws was shocking as she realized she had actually managed to get a hold on it. She didn’t waste the opportunity as she pulled it back towards her which made it roll onto its back with a shriek of what she assumed was fear. But as she put her face closer to deliver the killing bite the rabill reared back its hindlegs and kicked her in the face causing her to yelp in pain as its dull nails raked across her snout. The rabill ran off when her grip loosened due to surprise and pain as her attention was turned towards the stinging sensation that ran across her snout. Shame washed over her in agonizing waves as she realized that she had not only lost her prey but also got hurt from it. She winced as she touched the spot that hurt and felt even worse as she saw blood smeared on her paw, She didn’t want to give up though so she stubbornly stood to her paws and started to smell for any sign of rabill, though it was hard with the scent of blood clogging her senses. Blossompaw trudged through the grasses with her senses sharp as she refused to go back empty-pawed like she had done so many times before in her training, what if the clan considered her useless for her inability to hunt? What if she was never named a warrior because she couldn’t provide for the clan like everyone else? Those thoughts fueled her to ignore the pain in her snout and instead continue with her goal. After what felt like an eternity she heard a rustle that caused her to freeze for a moment before crouching and slowly getting closer to the sound. She almost gasped when she saw a rabill relaxing on a mound. She forced herself to still for a little bit before very carefully getting closer, keeping her eyes sharp for any twigs and completely focusing on her target. When she got close enough she leaped with as much force as speed as she could which caught the rabill completely off guard and it could only shriek before she bit its throat with enough force to silence it within a moment. She stood to her paws with the rabill hanging from her jaws, unable to stop a sense of pride from spreading through her as she realized she caught it. She took a bit to figure out her directions before starting to make her way back to the spot she promised Twigstrike to meet with her head held high. = She was more than surprised when she saw Twigstrike wasn’t there. She figured there was no way she had beat him considering her absolute mess of a hunt. But before she could investigate a rustle behind her almost startled her out of her fur. “There you are!” She was surprised when Twigstrike burst out from the grasses. “What happened?!” He asked as he rushed over to look at the red lines across the apprentice’s snout, noticing that some of the blood was already dry. “I’m fine! Just tripped” Blossompaw mumbled through the rabbit she was holding while using one of her paws to push him away from her. Twigstrike took a step back but continued to look concerned and a bit skeptical. “So you tripped and managed to get three perfect lines across your snout?” Twigstrike asked with a doubtful expression as he was sure that looked more like a claw-related injury. Blossompaw felt herself wilt a little under his accusatory stare but still not wanting to admit the real reason as she felt like it was a rabill-brained mistake to make. “You can’t just not explain the injury when we take you to Mossbeetle y’know, he’s gonna ask what happened” Twigstrike replied and Blossompaw could admit he had a point there so she shifted on her paws and looked away before answering. “I was hunting a rabill and it kicked me with its back legs” Blossompaw grumbled out after placing the rabill on the ground. “That’s all? Well good to know you didn’t find something like a rogue” Blossompaw stood up a bit from her hunched stance when he said that, she knows logically that he wouldn’t make fun of her for it but a small part of her worried. “We should take our prey and drop you off at the medicine den so that doesn’t get infected though” Twigstrike said making Blossompaw pout. “Do I have to?” She asked causing Twigstrike to let out a snort of laughter. “Would your mom or Mossbeetle let you walk around with an untreated injury?” Twigstrike asked making Blossompaw’s pout turn into a scowl. “I guess not” She grumbled before picking up her rabill and starting to head towards camp with Twigstrike following her after a few chuckles.

okay so im considering splitting chapter 2 into two different chapters due to its length but i want to know if you guys would be okay with that,,, because if i do split it, i'll release chapter 2 and 3 at the same time and then start working on chapter 4

Hmm. So I have played ahead and SPOILERS! the entire clan dies out. Should I keep writing posts until the end, or should I just leave this playthrough, as I'm not really too attached to the characters, and at this point in the playthrough I kinda should be?

HELP I COMBINED RACISM + ISLAND IN INFITE CRAFT AND IT MADE AUSTRALIA.

THIS WAS THREE YEARS AGO IM SOBBING AND MORPHING INTO AN OLD LADY

there's also going to be. multiple. deaths. definitely at least two. one of them is really major