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OHHH A NEW LITTLE BABY! Excited to see more of her, she already has so much personality! And I can tell Floodpaw is maturing a lot, it’s super nice to see. The Oddlings really are growing up <3
Yeah, even just a couple months ago he wanted nothing to do with Fog and Slate so its great to see him growing up 🥺
And we'll see more of Lake for sure ;3 she's such a sweetheart
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sorry for the asks back to back but I also find it so interesting that Fog was apparently listening to stories from Mystique... it's... not ironic? but bittersweet that Fog's main way of feeling like she has control (and also just her Weird Little Girl Autism latching onto) came from the stories of a kittypet. the sister of the one who killed her mom as a cruel punishment to their father. there's just so much drama and so many connections between these cats I constantly find more details to think over. I truly think my favorites to ruminate on at the moment are Scorch and Mystique though, those girls have issues
hehe im glad the complicated web is enjoyable. I definitely love writing it!
Also never apologize for multiple asks. Guys, i love asks, don't feel bad for sending more of them. Like i've said before, multiple small asks is PREFERABLE to a big ask with lots in it cause it lets me break up my response and helps fill my queue easier
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Do you typically let the game determine mentors and only switch them if they're a really bad fit, or do you plan the mentors well in advance? (Sorry if you've already answered this, my memory isnt the best) If you do plan the mentors, do you have a specific age a cat needs to be before they have an apprentice? All this to say, is there any chance any of the Oddlets will mentor one of the Rustique kits? They'll still be very young but ahh I would seriously love to see Barleypaw as a mentor. She's grown up so much and she seems ideal for helping a young cat find their way, be that with this litter or a future one.
I mostly let the game pick for me, especially once i have LOTS of apprentices but I'll make changes if I think a warrior is getting too many apprentices or one hasn't had an apprentice for too long or one pair is just not a good fit. Sometimes I'll give an apprentice to a certain mentor if I think they would be a good pair.
As far as restrictions, no, I don't have any limit on how old someone needs to be, although I usually try to favor more experienced warriors over newer ones, making sure that they've all had one before someone less deserving gets one, more or less. So yeah, there is a chance that Barleypaw and her littermates could be their mentors! We'll just have to see!
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ohh lake is preciousss !!! i love her so so much
She's just a small sweet baby
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something I just put together is Fog switching from "this effigy is stupid" to being obsessed with curses and magic. it's not an exact one to one but I do like it... it'll also be interesting to see how Scorch "is mean to others to feel like she's in control" Plume handles the little trouble maker who is very determined to feel like she has control over *anything* after her momma died, even if it means believing in magic.
Yeah, its an interesting contradiction. "The effigy is dumb because its not real" seems to be totally opposed to being obsessed with magic but it really is just the difference that she's decided magic is real so it seems totally logical. I'm glad that people have been pointing out that her spellcraft is an attempt to get control over her life again because I didn't even realize it when I wrote it but you're so right.
And yeah, oh boy, there could be some pretty nasty side effects if she passes those bad habits on. Fingers crossed for the girls
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I just realized who Razor reminds me of
Frollo from Hunchback of Notre Dame (I’ve only seen the Disney movie lol)
But less self righteous and incredibly, more horny
Oh yeah I can see the parallels. A man in power who falls into obsession over a woman he barely considers a person? Too bad Razor is missing the Catholic Guilt. It might actually improve him XD
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(Sorry can’t send asks from the side account)
Hi yes I would fight an entire man for the child. A bear, even. A man-bear. Lake has been a point of joy for a very rough day, and I will think of her fondly while I’m cleaning rooms tonight.
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Oh my gosh that makes me so happy! I'm glad that my silly little art made your night better <3 Lake would be thrilled.
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Lake my girl! Will we get a ref of her soon?
Yep, as with all new members to the Clan, her ref will be posted once she takes a Clan name/makes her joining official.
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Little Lake my babyyyyy <333
She is the baby of all time
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Fogpaw weird girl 'hi i just met you, want to hear how i predict your future death and how to prevent it?' vibe
Yeah, not far off XD
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Do you play each Clan separately (different save files), and if so how do you manage that :0 (sorry if you answered this elsewhere, i didn’t see it in the faq tag! )
It is in the FAQ but i totally understand how you missed it. I do have a separate file for each Clan. I'm not sure how to explain how I manage it cause its never felt unmanageable to me lol I have a document for each one just like I do for RisingClan and I reference them when I'm planning out the moons ahead of me.
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Oof, Scorchplume IMMEDIATELY imparting her transactional worldview on Fogpaw, I see... I mean, I don't think she's entirely wrong, the leaders definitely want to present themselves a certain way and Greyvoice was definitely trying to get gossip, and it's good to be aware of those things, but if you choose to view the world only through that lens, you close yourself off completely to any deeper connections and become incapable (like Scorch) of understanding genuine kindness without selfish motivations. Like yeah, pull your apprentice away from Greyvoice who's being nosy (though probably mostly just for the sake of being nosy, not necessarily to use that information against Fogpaw), but lying about the reason so that Scorch will have the "advantage" next time seems a bit extreme. There's a balance to be struck between naivete and paranoia and I fear Scorch will never accept that, though its very easy to understand why she is the way she is. Viewing all of your interactions in terms of advantages and disadvantages is just. A really heartbreaking way to live and though Scorch is clearly trying to protect her, I hope that Fogpaw doesn't fall entirely into that mindset. Anyways great writing and I am SO curious to watch this apprenticeship evolve.
You can tell that Scorch is trying to help but that means she wants to teach Fogpaw all of her maladaptive coping mechanisms in an attempt to keep her safe. We can only hope that Fogpaw has more positive influences in her life that can temper that mindset.
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Month 14 - Newleaf
Lake’s paws ached. Her stomach growled and her head pounded dully behind her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt full. Still, she walked.
Ever since her mother had disappeared, she’d been wandering. A few cats had shared a bite with her but they didn’t have much to share in the first place. Most of them were too busy training to fight and they didn’t want her around, especially not the special cats - Exalted, she remembered hazily. She’d tried following other kits home but every time she was politely sent away.
Two days ago, she’d seen a couple cats bringing back a pair of juicy looking birds and while they hadn’t shared with her, they had told her that there was plenty of prey over the far road if she could catch it, laughing between themselves. She figured that was as good an idea as any, so she’d headed out for the wild frontier!
It was farther away than she’d thought it would be, or maybe it was just easier to get lost without roads to follow. She walked and walked and then stopped to sleep then walked some more. She was starting to wonder if there even was anything out here at all. Was she just missing it?
The sound of running water grabbed her attention and she licked her chapped lips eagerly at the thought. The kit picked up her heavy paws and bounded towards the noise. Coming out of the grass, she suddenly found herself on the edge of a stream of cool, fresh water - fresher than she’d ever seen before at least.
“Wowzers!” she declared because that seemed fitting. She waded into the stream and crouched down, gulping greedily until her stomach hurt. She thought about falling over and sleeping in the stream but worried she might drown. Instead, she decided to follow the water like it was a road and see where that took her. At the very least it would be fun to splash around.
The sky was getting dark again but Lake didn’t mind. She tromped noisily against the current of the stream, humming a song as each note came to her mind. The chill of the water kept her awake, which was nice. She wondered if she would see a fish. They lived in water, right? She hoped so. She was starving and the water she drank wasn’t helping. It honestly made her feel grosser.
Eventually the stream came upon a small hill but, instead of curving or trickling down the slope, it cut through the earth in a big metal tube. “That’s interesting,” Lake thought out loud. It was like a gutter drain but huge, big enough for a cat to walk through! She bounded up to the edge of it and sucked in a huge breath.
“Hellooooo!” she bellowed, giggling at the way it echoed off the tunnel walls. She splashed her paws in the water and listened to the magnified sound with excitement. “Blaaaaaaah! Bluh, bluh, bluh!” She snorted with laughter. This was the best fun she’d had in weeks!
“Hello?” A voice that wasn’t her own echoed back to her. She gasped. Was that possible?
“Hello?” she called back. It was hard to tell in the dark but at the end of the tunnel, she swore she saw something moving. Then a glint of eyes blinked at her, barely reflecting the moonlight in her direction.
“Wowzers!” she cried, “I didn’t think I’d see anybody! Are you hunting too?”
“Yeah,” the voice said hesitantly. “How old are you?” It sounded like a boy but there were other quieter voices outside the tunnel and they were talking very serious-like.
“I’m three whole months!” Lake said. The eyes pulled away from the tunnel as the cat whispered with his friends. Lake decided she wanted to say hi up close and personal. She started towards the cat, sloshing through the stream up to her belly. Once the tunnel was all around her, the sound of her paw steps started to hurt her ears and she hurried towards the other end to get away from it.
She burst out of the other end and thumped into a pair of bony legs, falling back onto her rump with an “oof!” The cat she had run into reached out a paw to steady her. He smelled like grass and dust and his breath smelled like prey blood. It made Lake’s mouth water.
“Easy, there, kid,” the cat said. It was now that Lake looked up and got her first sight of him.
“You’re funny looking, mister!” she said. He was a skinny white and blue tabby with big ears, like a little dog, and a very pointy face.
“I could say the same about you,” he said.
She laughed. “Am I funny looking?”
“The poor thing looks half starved,” whispered one of the other cats, an equally funny looking girl with brown points on her face and feet.
“Are you out here all alone?” asked the third cat, a fluffy brown tabby boy who was much more normal looking.
“Yessir!” said Lake. “I heard there was food here. Do you guys know where the far road is?” The cats all looked at each other for a beat.
Then the first one spoke up, “Uh, no, but we do know where some food is.”
“Really?!” Lake grinned. “Can I have some?!” Her mouth was starting to fill with saliva. She slurped some of it down to avoid drooling.
“Yeah,” nodded the normal boy. “I’ll even carry you if you want.”
“Nuh, uh,” Lake shook her head. “I’m a big girl now.”
“You sure are,” said the funny looking boy. “Barleypaw, will you go grab one of the mice or something?”
“Yeah,” nodded the funny looking girl. She bounded off into the grass and Lake started after her but the funny looking boy put out a paw to stop her.
“She’s gonna be right back with the food,” he said. “You just sit.”
“Oh, okay,” shrugged Lake. “My name’s Lake. What’s your names?”
“I’m Floodpaw,” said the funny looking boy.
“Sparrowpaw,” said the normal looking boy.
“And our sister is Barleypaw,” said Floodpaw.
“Hey!” Lake gasped. “Did you know all your names rhyme?” Sparrowpaw laughed a little. Floodpaw raised one brow.
“Yeah…” he said. “Where’s your mom, kid?”
Lake frowned. “Oh, um… I don't know.”
“Oh,” said Floodpaw.
“That’s alright,” said Sparrowpaw. “Maybe you can come home with us, then.”
“Yeah?” she brightened. Was she finally gonna be able to find a new place to sleep and a new person to help her get food?
“Yeah,” said Floodpaw. “Once you’ve eaten we can go there.”
“I can’t wait!” cried Lake. “You guys are the best!” The brothers exchanged glances again. Lake wasn’t sure what it meant but she saw the sister coming back over the hill and smelled the delicious smell of meat and all other thoughts fled her brain. She scarfed the whole thing down as quickly as she could. She ate it so fast she forgot to check what kind of animal it was. By the time she finished, she realized she felt very sick to her stomach.
“Oh…” she said. “I think I ate too fast…”
“That’s alright,” said Sparrowpaw, “Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you?”
She nodded, cheeks full of breath as she tried to stifle her nausea.
“Alright, come on then,” Floodpaw said, stretching. “Why don’t we go back to camp? I bet a nice walk will help you feel better.”
“Okay,” mumbled Lake. She didn’t feel like walking. She felt like falling over and never moving again. She didn’t like saying no to people, though, so she forced herself to take a few steps.
Floodpaw tilted his funny looking head and said, “I dunno, maybe we should just sit for a while.” Lake sighed a little in relief. “Yeah, why don’t you guys go gather the prey and tell somebody about Lake and I’ll chill here with the kid until she feels like walking.”
“Are you sure?” asked Barleypaw. “We’re awfully close to the border.”
“It’ll be fine,” he said, flopping down in the grass. “Worst comes to worse, I'll grab the kid and go.”
“Alright…” said Sparrowpaw, looking unconvinced. He and Barleypaw started off into the grass, looking back over their shoulders and whispering to each other. Lake let out a big sigh and eased herself into the grass next to Floodpaw.
“Thanks,” she said, closing her eyes. “I don’t feel very good.” She swallowed, her sides heaving under the distress of her sick tummy.
“No problem,” smiled Floodpaw. “Barleypaw and Sparrowpaw are always like ‘go, go, go, let’s follow the rules’ or whatever but I get just wanting to lie down.”
“Yeah,” Lake smiled wide and wiggled into a more comfortable position. “I like laying down!”
“Me too,” laughed Floodpaw, dropping his head onto the ground too. “So, what are you doing out here, Lake?”
“Looking for food!” Lake purred. Her stomach gurgled loudly and she giggled a bit. “Thanks for sharing it with me.”
“Yeah, no problem,” said Floodpaw, one ear flicking away the gnats buzzing by. “But why are you looking for food all the way out here? You’re from the city aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah, I am,” Lake nodded, peeking her eyes open at him. “Some cats told me there was food out here. I was really hungry. Plus it sounded fun to try.”
“Don’t other cats bring you food?” he asked, brows furrowed.
“Nah,” she sighed. “Not since Mother went missing.”
The crease in his funny, pointy face deepened. “Still, there wasn’t anybody else who helped you out?”
“Um…” Lake frowned too. “No. I’m sorry.” Was she answering wrong? Why was he upset?
“Oh, no, hey,” he said quickly, “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I’m just-” His skinny little tail twitched. “I just think it’s not cool that no one looked out for you.”
“They’re busy I guess,” Lake shrugged. They were learning to fight or taking care of their own kits. She didn’t blame any of them for not having time for her.
“Well, here we take care of kittens,” Floodpaw said firmly, “no matter who they are.” Lake smiled and hid her nose in her paws shyly. Floodpaw laughed and stretched his big, long legs out in opposite directions. “Take a little nap, kid. I’ll keep watch.”
“Okay,” she said and yawned. She hadn’t realized how tired she was until he said something but now, with her belly full, she was eager to get some shut eye. Feeling very round and sluggish, she closed her eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.
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When Lake woke up it was very, very dark. She yawned and stretched and looked around, realizing that she was in a totally new place. She stiffened in fright. Where was she? The not knowing was scarier than any answer she could come up with.
She was in a large den made of dirt, it seemed, in a nest of soft green moss and feathers. It smelled faintly of other cats, cats she didn’t know.
Carefully, she got to her paws and crept towards the scent of night air, poking her head out to see a small grassy dip with a few other burrows tucked under big, grey stones. Three cats were sitting on top of a big, flat stone and talking softly. They didn’t seem dangerous so Lake ventured a bit further out to look around in wonder.
“Wowzers,” she breathed. Everything here smelled so fresh and green. She’d never experienced anything like it.
One of the cats, a dark blue bengal girl, perked up at the sound and looked her way. “Oh, hey! She’s awake!”
“Shh,” hushed a brown spotted tabby girl nervously.
“Right, sorry,” said the first girl, lowering her volume a bit. “Hey, girlie, how you feelin’?”
Lake realized she was supposed to answer and said, “I’m good. How did I get here?”
“They carried you in while you were sleeping,” said the third cat, a paler spotted tabby boy. Lake frowned. She had wanted to walk.
“I bet you’re pretty confused,” said the first girl. “Why don’t you come up here and sit with us? We can answer any questions you have.”
“Um, I’m okay,” said Lake. “Where’s the guy with the funny ears?”
“Huh?” asked the first girl.
The boy brightened in realization. “Oh, you mean Floodpaw.”
“Yeah!” Lake bounced. That was his name!
“He’s sleeping over there,” he said, pointing to one of the holes in the ground.
“Okay, thanks!” said Lake. She started towards the hole to go see him. The second girl breathed in sharply through her teeth and the first girl laughed.
The boy started to say, “Oh, uh, I don’t know if-” but the first girl interrupted him.
“Shh, let her be. It’ll be funny.”
Lake didn’t know what they were talking about but she didn’t let it bother her. She made her way into the den. Five cats were sleeping in their nests; two smaller ones were curled up together and Floodpaw and the other cats she had met were sleeping near each other but not so close that they were touching. Lake padded right up to Floodpaw and settled down against his side. He opened his eyes and lifted his head groggily, blinking at her a few times before he managed to speak.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing in here?” he mumbled hoarsely.
“Looking for you,” she whispered. “Why did you carry me? I wanted to walk.”
“Oh,” he said with a small groan. He swiped his tongue over his whiskers and rubbed an eye with his paw. “It was getting really late and I didn’t want to wake you. Sorry, kid.”
“Mmm, it’s okay,” she decided, purring. She wiggled down into his nest and closed her eyes again.
“Oh, uh…” he hesitated for a moment before eventually wrapping his tail around her and laying his head back down to sleep. Lake purred even harder. She’d missed sleeping next to somebody like this.
She hoped that wherever her mother was, she had found someone new to sleep beside too.
UPDATES:
- While on patrol with Barleypaw and Sparrowpaw, Floodpaw finds an abandoned kit named Lake and takes her back to camp.
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fogpaws autistic girl swag... love her
Nobody does it like she do
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Fogpaw’s pose in her ref gave me Pokémon vibes OMG. If you Google Pikachu Battle Pose, you might see what I mean. Man, she’s so, so fierce looking. Wow.
I know exactly the pose you're referencing! She definitely is ready to spring into action haha
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Wow, yeah, spot on XD
Fogpaw in the new @clangenrising update:
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OHHHHHHH SCORCH AND FOGPAW’S DYNAMIC IS SO GOOD! I’m so glad they’re getting along, I was worried Fogpaw was going to have issues with her. And Scorch is teaching her about Speechcraft I think it was called? Adorable! There’s something so interesting about Scorch bonding with Ghost’s daughter that looks just like him… but I can’t quite put my figure on how to explain it. It’s just making me feel Something.
I’m gonna start irl crafting curses like Fogpaw in order to invade your subconscious mind and convince you to let Razor die brutally during this plan and have nothing go wrong /j. Please have him trip on a rock and die on the way to the meeting grounds like a pathetic idiot.
There is definitely something there and it was a total accident. Like I said, when i was originally playing the game I hadn't made up anything about Scorch's backstory. Ghost didn't exist. So its really interesting that she ended up mentoring the cat who looks exactly like someone from her history. I'm excited to do things with that.
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