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Was rereading Chasingclan and remembered my Clangen traveler Question Mark. I tried to mimic the art style of the moon updates! (hope that’s alright)

They would pretend to totally believe these odd acting and sounding cats that avoid water. A taker doesn’t need a body if Question Mark can’t see them!

And who knows what lengths these takers would go to protect them if they realize Question Mark is quite a good source of community. :)

Another Watcher?

Being stripped of greater sight made their senses keen. A lifetime of reliance on smell and sound and texture made her a tricky prey item. Hollow ground was the first thing she learned to avoid. Up turned plants meant the ground was compromised, the slight bubble of puddles meant there was something underneath, any cracks or creaks meant she was being hunted by something that she would have to out maneuver. She found the scent of decay couldn’t be relied on, not here, not in this forest that was covered in the smell. 

Her ears prickled with a grating noise, the type that tickled the insides of her ears. It hummed and buzzed like things she had only heard in passing. This sound was near, and it didn't seem dangerous. Her paw steps were light and practiced as she swerved between the undergrowth. The buzz was closer now, she was nearing it. Something grey captured her blurrier eyes, stark against the greens and browns of wood. She approached the grey burrow cautiously, casting her shadow down it in an attempt to scare whatever may lie within it. No noise, no movement, only the click of her claws. She tapped them against the squared stone, once, twice, a third time, digging into the oddly shaped walls. The buzz was now a blare, loud against the silence of the forest surrounding them. She let her paws guide her down the burrow, grey and grey and even more grey. Human made certainly, though the dome in the middle seemed too small for a full sized twoleg. Her ears caught the silver box, humming and buzzing. There was something here. Something other than the buzz of the box, and yet she couldn’t notice anything other than the tickle of sound. There was the smell of rot, but in this forest it always smelled of rot, no difference there. 

The sound would pulse and waver and move. 

The sound would move.

 It felt like a being, the way the buzz brushed against certain parts of her pelt, something was circling her, watching her, inspecting her. Wasn't that fun? She was usually the only watcher, yet here was another, another that buzzed and hummed instead of moving and stepping. She would welcome it then, if it was also watching then perhaps it had heard something she missed, knows something she doesn't, and she couldn’t have that could she?

Old man yaps, more at 10.

I was very tempted to draw her in a black cowboy hat.

I assume Bess is wondering where this cat came from and how they found her.

And why they’re interrupting their brooding.

I had fun creating this goober that watches everything go down when ironically having terrible eyesight.

If you told me James found a newborn kit and snuck it into Weedfoot’s nest, I would believe you- AND THEIR NAME IS COBALT- I know that’s a metal but isn’t that also like- blue?

HUMAN SARNAX