On Spring 34, Year 9, 6 not-cats fell from the sky. But they didn't fall from the saltshaker - the gate that Nestor had provided many a safe landing - they fell a little ways away. Not far enough to escape Nestor's Woods, but not close enough to be immediately welcomed by all the not-cats who set up villages in the woods.

This is where they landed. This is where they are being watched, not just by Nestor, not just by whatever other entity had a paw in bringing the 6 not-cats here...

But also by us!

This is where I will showcase what all my not-cats in my village are doing, and the various plots they are up to! I would have gotten this up sooner, but I have to balance my creative life with my work life, which is always a not-easy thing to do.

Older scenes will only show up on this thread. For a sneak peek on the newest and latest scenes, come and visit my village!

(Note: I didn't necessarily save the lore descriptions for these scenes, so the links will not work on the images I post - which have the lore descriptions. I've got better foresight now, I swear! XD)

NOW ACCEPTING COMMENTS.

One final note, Bracken Ridge and Pike were donated to me by @Truffula and we have agreed that I'm not going to sell or city them. I intend to return them to her later down the line when my cats are able to fend for themselves better - lore reasons, I'm sure you understand!

The bonfire looks cozy and the mines look very creepy. Love the stories under the pictures, too.

This is great! Your cat’s lore is well written!

Cute!! Very interested in the lore of this

I should probably add a pinglist since there is interest. Who wants to be on a pinglist? Just request! I'll do my best to add you in and ping you when new scenes are dropped!

(Nobody gets pinged as nobody joined the pinglist)

Thistle is dedicated to their newfound hobby of taking care of plants. The fruits of their labors are mostly herbs and wildflowers, but they find joy in the flora nonetheless.

The wind appears to have knocked down her first decoration, though. "Aww, come on!" she pouts, "Why does the North Wind have to be so mean to my decorations??"

"Um, I think these are Trade Winds." Rust was planning on taking a nap after a short bout of figuring out how to make cotton and then giving up halfway through and helping Thistle out, but this seems like it is in danger of interrupting that.

The construction of stone fortifications has just been completed by Etran's request, and that seems to be where most of the cats are gathered.



The Front Gate has just finalized construction as Tyfin meets up with Etran on a notably delicate matter. Etran shows his best friend the crumpled-up note that he had received just a few days prior:



"So you can see why I had this stone fort setup post-haste, right Tyfin?" Etran mews.
"Obviously, you couldn't have done all of this by yourself. I've been noticing more not-cats roaming the village, are they your hired helpers?"
"Well, yes, but they came not wanting much in return. Legume was happy to just help out for all of maybe 50 seconds but fell asleep soon after. Most of this was done with the help of both Finch and a very great craftscat named Jade."

Tyfin flicked his tail outside. "I've seen them both with swords - I trust your account of their work ethic is just as accurate as how well-kept their weapons are. Especially Jade's blade is really nice. But why? Why are they armed?"
"That was Finch's idea" Etran admitted. "He wants them to double as guards, protecting the Front Gate from monstrous intruders, like how our other guardian duo is doing at the Creepy Caves."
The star-crossed tortie nodded. "Has that apologetic intruder ever shown back up again?"
"Not that I'm aware of," the grounded dilute tortie responds.



Minty is glaring at Pike, notably upset about something. "I'm well aware that Thistle didn't want the Nightgloom, but why did you have to put it in MY workstation?"

"Thought it looked better in your area. Besides, might scare away any intruders in your poor choice of location." Pike glowered.

"Come on Pike," Bracken Ridge pouted, "There's better ways to spend your time outside of patrol. Try teaching something to our good friend Abrielle, for one."

The Null warrior turned to the lazy ginger longhair on her belly, amusing herself by pretending to paw at the fast-moving leaves which are way too far out of her reach. Pike sighs heavily, and the wind seems to carry his sigh.

I would love to join the pinglist please!! Great lore, I love the way you build your scenes!