Sometimes life just happens.

[ID: Blue text in the Lucille font which reads, "Time to start the journey down Zephyr's Path" / End ID]

[Image ID: One word in sapphire blue and another in cyan under it, which together read, "Zephyr's Path". A grey savannah cat with 3 blue scars along its side, two more blue scars on its back, and a mangled tail and paws walks in a dark forest. At the very bottom in black text, it states, "written and drawn by FriedB3rries". / End ID]

Welcome to the "official" blog for my (@berrysong's) webcomic. Zephyr's Path is an action, "slice-of-life" story following an alien cat, Glider, and his life living with other cats with magical powers near a large pack of very religious wolves. That is, until everything changes suddenly.

The goal for this is to upload a page/panel every day, or at least every other day. (So if there's ever a large gap between updates, make sure to yell at me.) My ask box is always open for suggestions on whatever quests or cats you may want to see next, or any questions for the characters or about how the universe works. To a point, of course.

All in all, enjoy the comic!

!!! Please tell me if any links break !!!

[ID: Red text in the "biggest" font which reads, "!!! Please tell me if any links break !!!" / End ID]

Glider: Do you know how to get to the closer streams? Glider: I don't remember where they are, haha... Cinder: Oh, yeah, I've got it. We're already heading the right way. Cinder: You hunting too? Glider: You know I have to. Cinder: Right. Sorry, dude. Glider: It's whatever.

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Glider: Thanks, Flor. Florist: Of course Florist: Take care of yourself too, kid. Florist: I don't wanna see you coming in here hurt from overworking yourself. Glider: It's fine, Flor, you know I won't do that. Florist: Sure I don't. Be careful.

It does make sense he would need something to fetch the water with, doesn't it? It's probably better to trust your protagonist over some narrator. But, saying that, can you trust someone who doesn't even know what they are?

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Glider: Hey, Florist! Florist: Glider? Glider: How’ve you been? Been a couple days, hasn’t it? Florist: Hm, it probably has. Florist: I've been fine, how have you been, kid? Glider: I'm fine, but uh. Glider: Can I borrow some moss? Glider: For my mom’s water… Florist: Ohoho, ulterior motives, I see how it is! Florist: Ya, kid, that’s fine, c’mere.

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Cinder: What did she want, Gli? Glider: Just food and water. Cinder: Oh, okay. I’ll come with you to get it? Glider: Oh, yeah, that’s fine.

Glider pads toward the medical den rather than the forest. Since we’re not cats, we are temporarily left to wonder how this is related to bringing food and water to his adopted mother. 

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Glider's Guardian: I was hoping you could get me some food and water! Glider's Guardian: What, with my age, I’m practically starving. And with no way to feed myself…  Glider: Oh, uh. Yeah, mom, I can grab that. 

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Glider: Hey, mom! What is it?  Mom: Little Zephyr, I've told you not to call me that odd name before!  Mom: I did not give birth to you. I am simply your Guardian. 

No matter how many times she told him, he could still swear "mom" is what he should be calling her. 

Glider: Yeah, yeah, and I've told you not to call me Zephyr, so we're even, right?  Glider's Guardian: Not at all.  Glider: Anyway, why did you call me?  Glider's Guardian: Ah, yes, right. 

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Glider travels over to his mom. 

This is not the cat who found him. This cat actually somewhat resembles him. But wherever is that Robin-cat? 

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Fluffy princess-cat: Glider! 

Ah, yes, that is his name. How could such an esteemed narrator forget such a thing. How embarrassing. 

Glider: Hey, Cinder! What is it?  Cinder: Your mom is calling for you!  Glider: Oh, thank you, Cinds! 

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It is so grown up now. Well, he is. Because, well, he is clearly a cat, after all. Nothing else. 

And he has a name as well. What could his name be? 

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... 

She leaves to ask Oak 

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She has a bad feeling about this. 

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Healer: I will have to amputate them from it. Robin: WHAT?! Robin: You can't do that! Healer: Once again, I very well can. Healer: I do not want to, but it must be done. Healer: Just… Go ask Oak. Healer: I will handle this.

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Robin: Do you think Oak would let us keep it? We can't abandon it. Healer: We very well can, but… Healer: I believe that we can save it. Robin: But? Healer: . . . Healer: Even if we did get Oak's permission to keep it, it surely cannot keep those… Healer: Gross mutations.

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The healer examines the thing. It is very odd, with the spikes poking out of its tail and paws that she doesn’t have the words to describe, and the little blue wings poking out from behind its shoulders. It has 3 scars trailing along its sides, on both sides. 

And, weirdest of all, it is blue. No cat should be blue. She's probably wondering what its blood looks like, assuming she’s a good healer. And that she is, there is no doubt that she is the best out there, so obviously that is what she thinks. 

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Healer: What the fuck is that, Robin?! Robin: I think it's a kitten, ma'am. Healer: Well, no shit, but...

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