I want to hand them modern food so badly and watch them lose their minds, like handing them carnival/fair foods cotton candy and half of them get sugar high, or like funnel cakes, nachos, and corn dogs. It might kill warriors or time 😭
Don't bring up the energy drink war. XD
That has history here.
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Moon 0 | Catastrophe
The camp had bern upwind of the fire, set down in a hollow where no cat had much of a chance to take note. Honeyfoot had panicked- of course he had, everyone had taken to shouting and fretting- and nobody had wasted the time it would have taken to organise.
He’d grabbed Phloxkit and run out onto the plains- trying not to fall behind or be trampled, knowing he could meet up with the others once the danger had passed. She didn’t protest for long, understanding his fear, if not the situation.
But they were exhausted, and the camp had burned so very hot, and Honeyfoot had run till his paws bled, and covered quite the distance. . As rain started to fall, bringing an end to the white-hot terror, and the two cats found some meagre shelter, Honeyfoot promised himself- and Phloxkit- and they’d search for survivors tomorrow.
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pages of an old comic i ended up abandoning due to frustrations with constantly rewriting the script. i still like how these pages came out and wanted to share them anyways!
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Genuine drinking horn & cheerful as the dickens ladybug teapot. Two things I would never, ever drink from. Savers, Newington, CT
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they finally made someone’s cringe OC into a real warrior cats protagonist
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Do you ever think about how One Person had such a bad support system and therefore couldn't properly care for her kits so she decided that no medicine cat after her could handle it either? Because apparently I do.
Anyway I just remembered Micah Warrior Cats existed again recently so I wrote a little bit of poetry from his perspective and illustrated it! Idk I just think the worst parts of clan culture are interesting to explore
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Honeyfoot had always been instant he wasn’t the child-caring sort… but fate had other plans, so it seemed. Still, Phloxkit had an insatiable appetite, and with the plains of NettleClan’s territory burned away as they were, hunting on familiar territory was near fruitless.
Still, she was fed, even if he could feel his stomach rumbling.
He’d gone back to the clan’s home, of course- more in hope than expectation. It had all been ash, save for the remains of his clanmates.
He left them where they were, hoping the smoke had gotten them, rather than the heat and roaring terror.
Phloxkit could learn the truth when she was older. Perhaps they could reclaim this old camp, once prey had returned to the area, and the autumn and winter had passed.
They set out days later, a series of temporary nests in the grass serving as their homes. Phlox’s little legs got tired… often, but it was forgiven especially when a stand of stones, strewn about with saplings, was found by the pair; found and found to be uninhabited, even better. The ground was warm, and the tiredness of the last few days caught up with them…
Honeyfoot didn’t even complain with Phloxkit snuggled up against his belly, pronouncing his fur most comfortable. Idly he wondered how she was avoiding overheating like this.
Trying a different format today, where I put the text on the images instead of going purely for prose … please let me know which you prefer! Or maybe if you’d want text on images only?
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