Cats in the City

For this contest, you will be able to design TWO cats in TidalClan's world! You do not have to do both of course, all up to you! The information provided to you will be their names, their in-game sprite and some very basic personality. If you would like to add anything extra that's in line with their provided personality, go right ahead! I love seeing other's ideas! First up is: Condorstar! Yes! A leader! Condorstar is a long-furred, white tom with brown rosette markings splotched on his flank, and a spot of brown on his right cheek, and yellow eyes. Secondly we have: Puddlesand! Puddlesand is an elderly gray point calico tabby she-cat with deep blue eyes. (She's actually described as "gray/ginger point calico tabby", though her sprite has no ginger! Buuuuuuuuuut if you want to add ginger to her design, go for it!).

Rules: - Submissions must be your own original works. Any suspicion of AI usage will result in an immediate disqualification. No base recolors, no sources outside drawing software. - By submitting, you agree that the design, if chosen, belongs to me and will be used in the comic. - As such, anything that happens to the character is a result of the ClanGen RNG or plot relevance. If they die, they are gone with no questions. - Colored, Fullbody sketches are the most preferred. - You do not need to be a follower to enter! Everyone will have equal chance of winning, as every submission will be placed into a wheel. - That said, ONLY ONE SUBMISSION PER PERSON. While you may draw both, I will not be choosing both designs for Condor and Puddle from the same person. There *should* be two winners, unless the wheel decides otherwise. - Please use the tag #TidalClanContest and @ me in your submission :3

Fire burned despite the downpour of water from the heavens. The Two-Legs vessel was cast in all directions to be shredded by the gnashing teeth of the ocean. Into the hungry foam, Heronpaw fell.

Lavenderstar had told her that StarClan would return for everyone one day, be it in their dreams or through the hooked claw of another cat. It was a good thing, to be reunited with your loved ones. Heronpaw was so young, she could not imagine this happening to her quite yet.

Striking the churning water, she thought of Lavenderstar, she thought of her brother and sister in Starclan.

Were they scared, too?

Heronpaw was not allowed the luxury of fear for more than a breath. Adrenaline jolted through her and her paws scrambled for purchase in the murky darkness. She was suspended in the void of the sea, weightless and sinking all at once. Above her, the sickly pallor of the full moon, and beneath her, glimmering StarClan.

She felt their paws grazing hers. She could hear her name, spoken so far away and so warbled that it could have been a dream.

Heronpaw wanted it to be a dream. Yet, dreams did not involve drowning kits, and there was one entering the tide but a whiskers distance away from her.

Longkit.

She knew little of him, as he was less than a moon old and far too young to ever interact with, yet he was sinking like a leaden weight. The sunny orange of his fur was the only thing she had noticed, so jarring a sight against the void. Heronpaw cycled her paws in a frenzy, breaching the water’s surface.

She sucked in frigid air that stung her lungs, but did not linger. Heronpaw descended back into the depths, snatching Longkit in her jaws. He did not fight back. Distantly, Heronpaw thought that he was so small and warm compared to the ocean.

Heronpaw resurfaced a second time, sputtering pathetically for air through her nose as she gripped Longkit by his scruff. Only when Heronpaw dug her claws into the safety of driftwood did the kit react, mewling pathetically. Heronpaw collapsed beside him on their makeshift raft, fur flattened with salt water.

“It’s okay,” She repeated as a desperate litany, to either herself or the kit. “It’s okay, we’re okay, we’re okay.”

Heronpaw pulled Longkit ever closer to her, shutting her eyes to drown out the sound of Starclan’s claws tracing along the underside of the driftwood.

“Because we have to find a new home,” Fogfreckle explained patiently, as he had been doing with all of Harekit’s questions since the sun had risen. It was just past midday, now. Fogfreckle was walking behind Alpinekit, who was in the lead, while Harekit trailed along at his heels. Moonstar followed behind the lot of them at a more sedate pace a tail-length back.

“We can’t just stop right here, out in the open,” Fogfreckle carried on, “a fox might get you!” With a mighty growl, Fogfreckle spun on his heels and bowled Harekit over with a gentle paw, sending him sprawling into the fresh snow. The kit exploded into giggles. His bubbling laughter ratcheted up as Fogfreckle nosed at his soft belly, tickling him.

Moonstar came up short as she was knocked in the chin by one of Harekit’s flailing paws. Biting down on a hiss, she glowered at the little kit as he laughed and laughed, entirely unaware. Alpinekit had paused politely ahead of them, head turned to watch the display.

Harekit pushed Fogfreckle’s face away with his paws. “Why do we need a new home?” He managed to ask between giggles. “Don’t you have one already?”

“Don’t you?” Moonstar muttered, smothering the unkind comment beneath Harekit’s laughter. She bent her head and licked at her chest fluff to hide her bitter expression. She could already feel a bruise blooming on her jaw. The pair of them could play later – just so long as they got to wherever they were going before Moonstar’s tail froze off.

Or before her patience wore completely thin.

“Our last home was… ruined,” Fogfreckle explained delicately. “So now we have to find a new one.”

Harekit pushed himself to his paws and shook the snow from his pelt, energy renewed. He was already firing off another question before he had got fully upright. “That’s sad,” Harekit stated matter-of-factly. He broke into a trot to keep up with Fogfreckle’s long strides as the cats resumed their trek. “Do you miss your old home.”

“Immensely.”

“Were you and Moonstar the only brother and sister at your old home?” Harekit continued to press, eyes blazing with curiosity. “I don’t have any. Alpine doesn’t either, right, Alpinekit?”

If Alpinekit was startled to be addressed suddenly, it didn’t show in his ever-level expression. He blinked his large, cyan eyes slowly at Harekit, then shook his head to confirm that, no, he didn’t have any siblings either.

Fogfreckle hummed thoughtfully. “Well, there was Pitchstar. He was the leader before Moonstar,” he explained to the kits, gesturing towards his sister. “Pitchstar had a sister once, supposedly. I don’t think us kits – Moonstar and I, I mean – were supposed to know about her. I don’t think he wanted anyone to know about her. Pitchstar never talked about his sister.”

Here we go.

Both kits were looking up at Fogfreckle with wide, curious eyes. Moonstar had heard this story before, back when they were still apprentices and tasked with the duty of clearing moss from the elder’s den. Moonstar had found the activity rather soothing, but it had bored Fogfreckle to tears. There weren’t many elders in their camp, but they’d been around long enough to know Pitchstar when he was young, and liked to tell tales of their early NimbusClan days to keep the pair of them amused.

“Before Pitchstar was leader, Clan leadership only ran in the family. It was passed down from parent to child – to the firstborn litter, to whichever kit StarClan deemed held the most promise.” Fogfreckle swished his tail, eyes glittering. “When the Chosen kit came of age, they’d become deputy – that’s what I am – and begin training to become the next leader.

“Anyways, I guess Pitchstar’s sister was real upset that her brother was chosen for the role of leader instead of her, so she gathered up a bunch of their Clanmates and set off to make her own Clan.”

Moonstar interjected with a responsible, “but that’s just a kits tale,” at the same time Harekit blurted, “and then what happened?”

“Dunno.” Fogfreckle shrugged, electing to ignore his sister. “Never heard from them again, I guess. I wonder if that’s why Pitchstar never talked about it – he was too sad about losing her, maybe. It happened way before Moonstar and I were born.”

“Pitchstar never talked about his sister because she doesn’t exist,” Moonstar insisted. “We never ran into a Clan like that at our borders. It’s likely just a tale our elders made up to keep us busy while we changed their moss. Elders love to gossip.”

Fogfreckle ignored her once more, leaning low to grin at each of the kits. Moonstar’s tail lashed. They, too, weren’t paying Moonstar any attention, rapt with Fogfreckle as they were. “What if we meet her and her Clan when we get to where we’re going, hm? What if they set off in the same direction as us?” At these words, Harekit’s eyes blazed, and even Alpinekit’s pricked ears perked higher.

“Let’s go! We’re gonna find the lost Clan!” Harekit shouted, bounding ahead of the cats and kicking up little flurries of snow as he went, his exhaustion apparently forgotten. Alpinekit padded after him, gait slower but tail raised happily.

“Not too far!” Fogfreckle called after them. A small, pleased smile was curving his muzzle.

Moonstar fell into step beside her brother. Her tone was flat. “Telling the kits ghost stories?”

The smile dropped from his face. “Have you got a stick for a tail? It’s not a ghost story. For all we know, it’s totally true.”

Moonstar huffed. It seemed like she wasn’t invisible, after all. “I’m just staying. It was probably made up to keep us entertained.”

“Well it’s working, isn’t it?” Fogfreckle flicked a paw in the direction of the kits, who were bumbling along in the snow ahead of them. Harekit was chattering animatedly at Alpinekit. Moonstar had never seen the brown kit look so pleased in all their moons of traveling together. “And anyways,” Fogfreckle went on, “what does it matter if it’s true or not? It’s making the time go by, and StarClan knows we have plenty of that to get through.”

“We’d reach our destination faster if we didn’t have kits to be keeping track of.”

“It’s leafbare. We’re not reaching our destination any faster even if we didn’t have them with us. We don’t even know where our destination is.”

“Fogfreckle,” Moonstar sighed. She wasn’t going to be able to knock any sense into him this way. Her tone softened. “We shouldn’t be dragging kits into this. It’s not… stable.”

“You’re the one who picked up Harekit,” Fogfreckle shot back accusingly, whirling around to face her. “What other choice do we have, Moonstar? Leave them to fend for themselves?”

Moonstar is reminded of Harekit, sat alone in the snow under a bush, staring up at her with his big, green eyes. “Well– no–”

“Then what? We can’t just leave them, especially not now that we’ve taken on responsibility for them. They have to come with us. It’s not an ideal circumstance to be raising kits in, sure, but it’s not something we have control over. Just see it as more incentive to find a camp to settle down in.”

Incentive? Incentive? As if Moonstar hadn’t been pushing forward on incentive alone since they’d left the rubble of their old camp behind. Her tail lashed. “I’ve had incentive. Remember when you got attacked and I was the one who licked your wounds and said we should find somewhere new to stay?”

“Why are you being so argumentative about this? You’ve already admitted we can’t leave the kits behind – what do you suggest we do? You need to be supportive for them. You’re our leader, Moonstar. You could at least act like it.”

Moonstar’s brother departed with a lash of his tail, hastening to catch up with the kits. Moonstar stood frozen in the snow, stalled not by the cold but by her brother’s words. Her tail drooped. Her paws stung and the deep snow gnawed up her legs, but all she could do was stand and watch as her brother walked away. Fresh snowflakes began to swirl down from the sky, landing on her whiskers and blurring her vision.