#juniperclaw

Nothing much js changing jumperclaws pose bc all his siblings have some sick lookin cool ass poses and he is js.. standing 😭 so i decided to make him look more cool js like his siblings

MONTLY DESIGNS

Drawing characters i didnt post here PT.2

Juniper claw

Juniperclaw walked across the empty forest, the black tom’s green eyes looked around his surroundings as he walked, his pointy, large ears twitched slightly.

His thin black tail swept through the air as he padded forward, moving through the barren landscape then he came to a stop, his tail began flicking hopefully at what he was seeing,

In front of him of was the border to StarClan, the same one that prevented Dark Forest cats from crossing it and the one he was supposed to guard.

He stared at it for a while, sighing as he longingly glared into the distance, desperately wanting to be part of StarClan himself, but knowing he couldn’t join their ranks.

The black tom slowly turned away, his thin black tail lashing as he retreated, leaving the border to StarClan, he slowly padded deeper into the bleak red and black forest.

Juniperclaw knew that StarClan wouldn’t accept him, not now at least, he knew her had done something bad and was atoning for it, but couldn’t stop missing his family, especially his mother and his brother.

The black tom sat down in a deserted part of the clearing, his green eyes looking down at his paws as he reflected on his past, wondering what life would be like if he was in StarClan.

He began daydreaming as he sat there, imagining him running through the bright blue forests of StarClan’s territory, being happy with Dawnpelt and Strikestone, away from the lifeless place he had come to know as the Dark Forest.

Juniperclaw rose to his paws once again and began walking, this time he went back to the StarClan border, the black tom sat there in silence, his tail flicking as he stared out into the bright blue forest that was StarClan’s territory.

He wondered what Dawnpelt would think if he was in StarClan, and what she would do if she saw her son, he let the thought roll around his head a while, wondering about it for a long while.

Juniperclaw blinked slowly as he continued to reflect on his past actions, he knew Tigerstar wasn’t happy about it, for sure, and was likely unaware he gave up his life to make up for it, that was something he thought about constantly.

The black tom turned slightly, gazing out into the forest behind him, shivering slightly as he glared into the depths of the Dark Forest, terrified for what might happen if he was in there for longer.

He pushed the thought aside completely, not wanting to think about it anymore, he let out an exhausted sigh and got up with a slight grunt, his paws firmly placed against the ground.

Juniperclaw looked around and behind him cautiously, checking his surroundings for any Dark Forest cats that might be watching him reflect.

The Dark Forest was a horrible, horrible place, he hated every second he spent in the lifeless, bleak and twisted forest, it was almost as if he didn’t belong in that miserable place.

Juniperclaw sat there in silence, his back turned to the border of StarClan, but his gaze lingered on the border that was behind him, he silently wanted to go there and reunite with Dawnpelt and Strikestone.

He knew that was impossible, so he didn’t bother thinking about anymore, instead he focused on making sure nobody got into StarClan again.

Juniperclaw guards the entrance to the Dark Forest and Berryheart guards the entrance to StarClan. Berryheart is currently, probably, chasing Maggottail, Houndleap, or Splashtail(defo him) off while Juniperclaw sends off kits or apprentices who try sneaking into the dark forest off back in StarClan with a warning. Then on break, they sit, and just talk. Plz! I need to see this!

JUNIPERCLAW DESIGN INCOMING

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