Still From An Animatic I’m Making! They’re Parallel Play Kings

Ref sheet #2!

This is my boy Beetle! He was born a loner and called to the Clans by StarClan after his mom died. Falconscream, one of my other ocs and an exiled Clan cat, guided him to the Clans, and along the way became a sort of mother figure towards him. Falconscream was wounded on the border of the Clan territory by a coyote, then gained injuries which led to her death during a battle to defend her original clan, StormClan, leaving Beetle in the Clans surrounded by strangers and alone.

He was made a healer because of his ability to talk to StarClan, but in reality he sucks at healing and sneaks out to hunt a lot, not understanding why he has to choose a role. It also doesn’t like living around so many cats and sleeps alone in the Medicine Den even when there aren’t any patients (usually the whole StormClan sleeps together in the warrior den) and he spends most of the day out of camp. He finds difficulty bonding with his clanmates because of their (reasonable) dislike of Falconscream, but eventually bonds with his mentor Moonflower and the deputy Turtlespeck. Although his clan name is Beetlebug, he usually goes as just Beetle. He’s a cutie patootie, who is mistaken for a young apprentice because of his small size, kit-like face, and blue eyes (young kittens always have blue eyes). It keeps Falconscream’s kestrel feathers in his nest, and his freckles are slowly growing! As he ages they will overtake his face, but when he was a kit they were just specks.

His adoptive mother Falconscream MIGHT have given him her blood curse she got from her dad sorry bud.

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Image referenced by Helena Heidenreich

I love adoption stories you can pry them out of my cold dead hands

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Image referenced by Helena Heidenreich

I need to get off this goddamn website I just had a dream I was Bill fucking Cypher

I have so many stickers and no idea where to put them urgh

Computer how do I make friends no leaving my house no disclosing my interests

She is not a bad Dog

Dog snuffles Door, enters, mind on warm hands and room for little else

She turns- “How could it shut behind my cheerful tail!”

And so she cries, fear and confusion

And so we go,

She rushes in, I shepherd her out

She knows no world in which she leads herself. Only one where exists my feet to walk by, voice to comfort, presence to fix

And so I fix

I latch That Door

And save her from her own simplicity

I am bitter.

When every artist I follow is doing artfight except for me😔

beetle + spider pins (GoodOldVintageNL)