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Another wanderer? How are they all hiding on this island? Cream decides to join the tribe, simply because he struggled to survive on his own due to his deformed paws.

Welcome Talon, the first young one to be born to The Outcasts. She will grow up to do great things one day.

Sadly, Squirrell dies after just a couple days. Spark and Cinnamon mourn him briefly.

Cinnamon and Spark find a wanderer named Squirell. He may be old, but he's willing to join the Outcasts.

Backstory behind playthrough- lost in story mode, restarted with same bloodline... and these two gave me an idea. Cinnamonn slowly opened her eyes. What is this place? Suddenly she renembered. A group of nichelings, chasing her off the island, then tossing her into the sea. Just for being different. She had the star. Why would they throw her out? She wearily looked around her new home. A small, grassy rock. It wasn't nice. Suddenly she heard a shuffling in the grasses. "Who's there?" "Me! I am Spark, and this is my island!" "Your island?" I washed up here accidentally!" The nicheling named Spark sighed. "Fine, I did too. They kicked me off my island," "Me too. Hey, maybe we could be friends! We can make a new tribe!" "And we'll call it... The Outcasts,"

How the heck does animating with krita work

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Random idea what if MSM as WoF

I might make that SkyWing and the IceWing from earlier into adoptables

Here Is the SkyWing I said I'd make

Next part Tiberius trotted down the cavern, following Geode deeper into the seemingly endless maze rocks. It was much darker here. Almost no fireflies. The further from camp they got, the hotter it was, and after quickly checking his memory, they were now closer to the Fire Haven than ever. He hadn’t been paying attention, so when Geode spoke up so suddenly he almost stumbled. “Climb this cliff,” He looked up. There was a steep ledge, three times taller than even Geode herself. “Why?” “You’re going to have to be able to traverse terrain if you’re going to be a guide,” “Alright then. It looks easy. It’s not, because you’ll have to haul this rock. Imagine it’s another monster, not a Tring like us. Many of them can’t climb. So you’ll have to carry them,” He stated in dismay at the rock. It was almost as big as him. “I can still take it up,” He pulled the rock under his arm and scrabbled up the cliff’s rough surface. This was harder than he thought it’d be, but before he knew it, he was staring down at Geode’s proud and surprised face, the heavy boulder by his side. “Good job!” “What are we doing now?” “Well,” She said, craning her head upwards. “We still have plenty of time left before chief told us to get back. So you know what? I’ll let you explore around. If you need help, tap your ring twice really fast,” “Like thi-“ “No! Not unless you’re in real danger! You’re father’ll come running if you do it now, and we don’t need that,” “What if I find other monsters?” “Do the same, but ring it thrice with some pauses. It’s the signal for needing help, but when it’s not necessarily super-dangerous,” “Okay!” And with that, he ran off in a random direction, his mentor left far behind. He’d been trekking off in the same direction for a while now. As if something was pulling him. Was that the sound of softly shuffling footsteps? And voices? “It’s your fault we’re lost,” “You said you wanted to find the Kayna’s Map thing. I don’t believe in dumb stories,” “It’s a legend!” Tiberius paused. Then he followed the terrified echoes of the voices. And standing right there, in an open cavern, a group of other monsters. Come on, Tiberius. Ring thrice, Geode told you to, he thought, watching them from behind a rock. But then again, nothing was stopping him from guiding them himself.

I just dug this up all I have to say is The heck??????

*pat pat pat* BORBZ *pat pat pat pat pat pat*

Borb, if you are indeed a borb, can I pet you? Borbs are soft.

IT'S HERE THE TIHN I SAID I WAS COMING

A few days ago, I made an msm oc, an Epic Tring named Tiberius. I started thinking way too much about his backstory, and wanted to write it up fully. This topic is that backstory. Enjoy. If you... actually clicked on this. And are still reading. Who knows. Maybe you've already clicked off. Still waiting.... You're still intrested? Here we go! Another dark day living in the caves. Tiberius lazily glanced around the hollows of his own stony little den, dimly lit by fireflies and the glowing cave lichens padding his bed. It was silent, say from the muttering of familiar voices outside. Despite barely being able to anymore, he stood on his hind legs. Like his father always said: “Stand to your limit before the crystals overtake you. If you don’t you’ll succumb young and weak,” He pressed his ear against the door. “Geode, I think he’s ready,” “For what, chief?” “Why are you even the…” “Oh! Yes! Guide training!” “Be quiet! He could hear you!” Tiberius quivered in excitement upon hearing those words. Guide training? At last? Despite the specific facts of what guides did being kept a secret from the young, he knew it was important. Being important was always important to him. And if being important was important, it made him even more so. Using all of his strength, Tiberius heaved the heavy slab of stone aside, stumbling down at the feet of Geode and his father. “The door!” “That’s how it works, Geode, it’s not like we have hinges,” “I heard you! When do I get to be a guide?” “I admire your eagerness, Tiberius, but a guide must be patient. A guide must be cool, calm, and clear at all times. You are too-” “And you can teach him how to be so, Geode,” The familiar ringing of the gathering summons sounded. Before Tiberius knew it, for the first time he was allowed in the gathering cave. It was bigger than any other cavern in the camp. Several fireflies fluttered quietly by the ceiling, and the walls were lined with bright orange candles. A couple dozen eager Trings sat in a circle around Tiberius and his father, muttering excitedly about what was about to come. “Attention everyone!” The muttering slowly died down. The group watched in anticipating silence. “We gather today to initiate my son, Tiberius, as a new guide trainee!” The crowd cheered and stomped their feet, circling around the cavern before eventually slowing down. “He will be told about the Fire Haven, about the outside world, and given his ring to know his way through the caverns and join this world’s harmony!” More cheering, circling, and stomping. Tiberius’ heart beat faster than it ever had before. He shook in excitement, swelling with pride. His father handed him a shimmering silver ring. Just like the very ones the whole tribe wore, clipped on their noses. “Will it hurt?” “Yes, but it is worth it. If you step down now because of this brief pain, you would be a coward,” He took a deep breath. Something about this ring felt off. What was it made of? This wasn’t silver or steel or anything like that. It was something else entirely. “Do not fear. We all feel this at first,” This was it. This was the moment. He knew how to do this. Taking a deep breath, Tiberius clipped it on. Pain washed over him immediately, so much so he couldn’t even focus on the crowd cheering. But it wasn’t the piercing that hurt, no. Suddenly… he knew. Suddenly he knew every little passage and nook and cranny of the caverns, and in the very centre, one singular, massive, open space. Once the pain eased, he finally had the strength to speak. “Is that…” “Yes, the Fire Haven. Where the other monsters come from. More often than not adventurers venture into these caverns, in search of ancient legends like the Kayna’s Map, and it is our job to make sure that they really return. Geode will train you in the ways of the Guides, and everything you need to know about the world outside to become one,” An eager grin spread across the young Tring’s face. This was indeed, rather important. “Your training starts tomorrow,” “Tomorrow?” “Yes,” “How am I gonna sleep if I’m waiting for this?” “You simply… do,” Now that Tiberius really thought about it, there was no night and day in the caverns. Nothing was showing him when to sleep and when to be awake. Everyone simply… knew. Maybe outside something was different. But for now, he knew when tomorrow was. And tomorrow was the beginning of something grand. I'M SO SCARED TO POST THIS FGHASDIFHIDGS BUT IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKE IT I WILL CONTINUE

The more I think about this OC and the more I work on the thing coming soon The more I like Tring

Very soon!

I have an idea for a SkyWing on a base by the same person since these are neat But I'll do it when I feel like it

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Wait if it's horns are 2d that's why it doesn't have a cello because they make the instruments out of their horns

Out of all of them Bowgart is the worst looking plush the horns are 2d and it doesn't have it's cello :[

Before you say it's uncanny valley They all are