#moon nine

[silkclan-gossip]

SilkClan – Moon 9 Update By Snakepaw 🐾

Welcome back, SilkClan! Things have been buzzing (and not just because of bees...) this moon! It's the first moon of Greenleaf, and with it comes some fresh drama, unexpected promotions, and, of course, yours truly, keeping you in the loop.

🌕 Major Events:

Deputy Wisteriaspeckle! Can you believe it? Wisteriaspeckle has been made deputy! This moon started off with a bang as Basilstar named him the second-in-command. I mean, I can't say I didn't see it coming, but still, it's a huge moment for SilkClan. Wisteriaspeckle has always been steady and calm (well, except when he's dealing with Parsleypaw… more on that later).

Heatherpaw Joins SilkClan: Posyclaw and Parsleypaw found a sick kittypet by the Thunderpath, and guess what? They brought them back to camp! Heatherpaw has officially joined us now. It’s always a bit weird when kittypets make the jump to Clan life, but hey, let’s see how she handles it.

Duskplume’s Promotion: After all these moons of training and gathering knowledge, Duskpaw has been named Duskplume in recognition of their judgment! But get this: Basilstar almost seemed… intimidated? Yeah, I know, our fearless leader, feeling unsure! Duskplume’s got that kind of vibe though—wise, knowledgeable, maybe even more so than some older warriors. It didn’t take long for Duskplume to show that impulsive streak, though. They found bees building a hive in camp, attacked them, and, well… got swarmed. Basilstar wasn’t too happy, but what can you do?

🌿 Clan Life and Drama:

Wisteriaspeckle + Posyclaw Vibes: Wisteriaspeckle seems to be really in sync with Posyclaw lately. Every time they're together, Wisteriaspeckle looks the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. But when it comes to Parsleypaw, not so much. Wisteriaspeckle thinks Parsleypaw isn’t exactly the most considerate cat around. Ouch.

Basilstar’s Awkward Moments: Basilstar’s been having some... let’s call them leadership blunders. First, there was an awkward attempt to wake up half the Clan—me included—for morning stretches. Yeah, Runningkit and Wisteriaspeckle weren’t thrilled. Then there was that embarrassing moment where Basilstar let Stoneraven walk around with a feather stuck to her face all day. Leadership isn’t easy, I guess?

Romance & Crushes: Posyclaw’s crush on Burrowfleck seems to be fading. But who’s caught Wisteriaspeckle’s eye? Well, let’s just say there’s some romantic interest brewing for both Cliffscar and Streakminnow. Meanwhile, Cliffscar and Basilstar are still playing the whole ‘will-they-won’t-they’ game with their feelings for each other. Oh, and Clear? She’s still all about her kits—hasn’t really bonded with the rest of us.

Jealousy, Fights, and Fun: Larkweb is still sulking about not being able to go to the last Gathering. Seriously, he’s jealous of Parsleypaw, of all cats. Though I did get to heckle another Clan with him at the Gathering, which was fun—nothing bonds cats like shared sarcasm, right? Meanwhile, Streakminnow accidentally stepped on Duskplume’s foot and pretended not to notice. Can’t say I blame her—sometimes you just don’t feel like apologizing. Oh, and Clear and Runningkit had a spat over fresh-kill, only to have it snatched while they were arguing. Classic.

Small but Sweet Moments: Not everything’s doom and gloom, though. Pondquill and Larkweb shared some fresh-kill together, and Robinpaw gave Pondquill a heartfelt congrats on a job well done. And Streakminnow thinks Duskplume is always reliable—a big compliment in Clan life.

Tension with the Kittypet Life: Speaking of Duskplume, they’ve been acting a little distracted during training lately, always glancing toward the border. Turns out they had a conversation with a kittypet, and now they’re wondering if it’s disloyal to have kittypet friends. Basilstar didn’t have much to say about that... seems like she's never really thought about it before.

🌿 SilkClan Life & History: Posyclaw’s been giving me a history lesson—seems like our ancestors once lived in a sheltered redwood grove. It protected them from the elements, gave them prey, and kept the kits dry. But then, Twolegs came and destroyed it all with their monsters and fire. The survivors scattered and eventually founded SilkClan here under the canopy. Makes you wonder if history’s always repeating itself...

That’s the latest from SilkClan! Greenleaf is here, and things are heating up in more ways than one. I’ll keep you posted—there’s always more to uncover.

– Snakepaw 🐾

[sedge-and-sanctuary]

Moon Nine - Highdark

Sedgeclan has no deputy!

Snowstreak challenges Harebolt to a sparring match! Coniferstar can't help but laugh at Snowstreak's jokes.

Cats mentioned: Coniferstar - 29 moons - Leader Harebolt- 107 moons - Medicine Cat Snowstreak - 108 moons - Warrior Rookpaw - ?? moons - ???

A thin, scrubby snow lies over Sedgeclan territory, heralding the start of High Dark. Even early in the season, the days are noticeably short. Coniferstar returns from afternoon patrol to find the light already turning gold; the sun a low, dull eye on the horizon. There is a sound of scuffling in camp; Coniferstar frowns, and creeps around a boulder, his claws unsheathed– only to see Harebolt and Snowstreak sparring– laughing, as they swipe pack and forth across the camp. Harebolt aims a paw at Snowstreak’s head, claws sheathed, and Snowstreak drops to her belly to roll away, quick as a rabbit– even on her injured leg. Harebolt laughs, surprised, and drops down onto Snowstreak’s back, pinning her easily– the two go rolling, stirring up a cloud of snow. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Coniferstar says, amused. “It seems like I’ve walked in on quite the battle.”

The two mollies scramble to their paws, at his voice, with matching expressions of embarrassment. Coniferstar laughs. “You’re not in trouble. I wouldn’t mind a bit of sparring practise myself. I suspect I’ve grown a little out of form.” “Oh!” Snowstreak brightens. “Would– you like to join in, then? I don’t mind! If you want to.” Coniferstar feels himself brighten; how pleasant, just to be among clanmates. Among these cats; loyal, and healthy, as few as they still are. If only he can keep them this way. If only– “Coniferstar?” Snowstreak is looking at him, worry fluffing up her pelt. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to.” “No.” Coniferstar shakes himself; purrs, appreciatively. “I would be happy to. If you’re sure I’m not interrupting.” “Of course you aren’t,” Snowstreak’s tail waves, loose and friendly. “–No,” Harebolt  agrees, after a moment. Coniferstar looks at her, ear twitching. Sees himself reflected, briefly, in her pupils; wide in the dimming light. He can’t quite read her expression. “My pleasure, then,” he says, anyway, and drops low, rocking on his haunches in an exaggerated lunge. Snowstreak mrows with pleasure, and leaps away before he can pounce, Harebolt right on her heels; Coniferstar wonders if he hadn’t been imagining her hesitation, after all.

Harebolt leaves them, later, to their sparring, excusing herself to gather herbs. Winter is on them, now, in full; its sharp, white teeth close over Sedgeclan with the bite of frost, and ice, and wind. Harebolt hunches her shoulders, walking with her head ducked low. Every breath stings the inside of her nose; it really is a foul day. In camp, Snowstreak says something, unintelligible, and Coniferstar laughs. Harebolt should be with them, in truth. But disquiet has been gnawing at her, dug beneath her pelt like fleas. She needs… Her paws carry her south, walking sideways, braced against the howling wind. Dry, sandy snow swirls up in drifts, and blows across the tundra without pause, pelting Harebolt in the eyes, and nose. But still, she walks. The moon rises. A wolf cries, far away; a lonely, mournful noise, unanswered. She is almost right against the treeline, before she sees it, eyes squinted nearly shut. The tall pines loom up, dark, out of the blowing snow, and Harebolt backpedals, catching now the faint and fading scent of border-marks. The gravel road winds past, just southeast, twisting from between the trees. Harebolt pauses, and glances back over her shoulder. The tundra is a wide and cold expanse, behind her; empty. Harebolt might be the only cat left in the world. She turns, and pads along the road, hearing Coniferstar’s warning all the time. But no cars come hissing past; no headlamps split the swirling snow. Whatever danger lurks there, to the south, where Coniferstar had come from– it’s hiding away from the wind, the same as Harebolt should be. She pauses, as the road twists up towards the twoleg place, sniffing along the shoulder; in the dry, sterile air, scents are strangely dulled– hard to detect. She lifts her head, to look around– and then, all at once, the wind cuts off; dead still. Harebolt’s ears ring, in the sudden silence. She glances back, uneasy. The world is still, and dark, and quiet. Blown snow drifts back down to earth, gently now, and settles, soft, over the land. The smooth surface is interrupted by a clawhook bend in the road; a strange lump. Harebolt looks at it, for a quiet moment, and then pads forward; her head still bowed, though there’s no wind now, to push against. Yes– she’s found what she came looking for. She brushes snow, gently, from the small cat’s skull. There is still patchy fur, clinging to the bones; scraps of black pelt, stark in the silver, winter day. Harebolt’s breath steams, as she works, carefully unearthing the body; not sure why she’s doing it. Her mind is strangely still, and calm– even her uneasiness is gone. Perhaps the cold has numbed that, too. She sits back, when she’s done, and looks down on the body of a large black cat, mummified by frost. The resemblance isn't exact; but Harebolt feels the rightness of it. Knows him, the way a rabbit knows to run, or a wolf to hunt. She sniffs him over, gentle as she would be with a kit. But warped by moons of death, it’s impossible to tell what happened to him; the body half-decayed, and gnawed on, here and there. Harebolt’s not sure what she had been expecting; what she had hoped- or feared- to find. “Well, Rookpaw." Her voice is very quiet, in the face of that wide and silent night. “I’m listening. What was the message?” The territory is utterly still, around her. The thin, bright claw of the moon turns all the snow to silver. Stars glitter, like cats’ eyes watching in the dark. Harebolt shivers, and- without quite knowing why- touches her front paw, gently, to the dead cat’s shoulder. But still; there is no answer.

[yesloulou]

the handshake —remember the zandvoort karting handshake in like 2012 or whenever that was🥹

IT'S THE EXACT SAME HANDSHAKE

[squuote]

have this thing. miss himm

[mighty-mations]

[hdra77]

Ah sick someone finally did a rain sols. Got any more of em?

Yes actually!i've doodled a few of them so far (still uncolored though but you could see small rough color tests on a few doodles i made)

since my last post is gaining alot of attraction ive decided to turn it into an AU! here in this AU spears is a sol seeking for vengeance and surv is a lost solarian trying to search for his sibling monk(looks like the tables have been turned)

here are some random doodles and me trying to figure out how to color saint (not official design yet)

i also design the iterators as sols! not all of them yet though i'll be making more of these and including NSH this time! requests are welcome btw if you want to see which one of the casts you'd like to see more of ^^

[hahskeleton]

PICKING FIGHTS??!!?!?!??!

Big attack!! (7 moon characters :D)

Winged Moon: @crystalmagpie447

Sleepy Dreamy: @ocean-lunar

Hospitalized AU Moon: @bilolli

Milk: @vectorisheree

Candy!Moon: @suntimeswolliw

Candyland AU Moon: @garbagechocolate

Glamrock Moon: @nosleepygay

(hope it’s okay to tag)

[kitsumo]

my dealer: got some straight gas🔥😛 this strain is called game 27😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd💯

juice: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit

5 min later: dude i swear it makes sense

my buddy, nine, pacing: how did an NFL game end up like this

[nebulafeather]

>PIONEER 10 CONSOLE< C:\>run EVENTS.EXE ~~~~~Events Calendar~~~~~ –Today– April 14th, 2024: Happy Launchday to the JUpiter ICy moons Explorer! –Upcoming– April 24, 2024: Happy Birthday to the Hubble Space Telescope!!! November 8th, 2024: Happy Birthday to Pioneer 9! March 2nd, 2025: Happy Birthday to Pioneer 10!

[vampireofsorrow]

17776 designs !

[cheerioskid]

and the universe said you are the daylight

and the universe said you are the night

[tiabwwtws-art]

Let's meet somewhere when it's over

[echoes-in-echoclan]

Oopsie daisies

Moon 0 

Moon 45 - Moon 46.2

[sketchysspace]

SKETCHYYYYY

Drop another dark sun doodle

And my life

Is YOURSSSS

BESTOWS UPON YOU MORE SMALL DARK SUN DOODLES :D

[spacefinch]

This really is one of my favorite genders.

[fortjester]

honestly, i just gotta imagine anybody from the Houses not involved with the Cohort hearing abt tlt events would be wild. like

random fifth house citizen: all....all of the house heirs died?

their random fifth house citizen friend: [nodding] except for Ianthe Tridentarius of the Third and a Ninth nun. they’re the Emperor’s new Lyctors.

random fifth house citizen: [imagining the Lyctor trials as Battle Royale style death matches]....but everyone else died??

-

random fifth house citizen’s friend: hey did you hear? the sixth house installation got cooked in that recent sunflare!

random fifth house citizen: 

random fifth house citizen’s friend: also the Emperor has a daughter

random fifth house citizen: oh shit really? congrats to him. chaotic time to be raising a kid tho, imo

random fifth house citizen’s friend: she’s like, nineteen

random fifth house citizen:

-

random fifth house citizen’s friend: [poking their head into the room] hey, just letting you know, the tomb’s open

random fifth house citizen: the what’s what

random fifth house citizen’s friend: the tomb is open. the locked one. on the ninth house. it’s open.

random fifth house citizen: