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It's the og big bad himself, Tigerstar !

This is one of the requests I got on discord, two of my friends requested firestar and graystripe so I decided to combine it and it's basically two bros cuddling but we're totally not gay

Alderheart redo !

Redraw of a blackstar drawing I did almost 2 years ago, I think , either way I'm happy at how it turned out !

Incelfur for yall

My boy Tigerheartstar !! I love him very much

Since I already used Crookedstar for the other image, I wanted to try different styles, So im using the other comments as requests! Thank you for the suggestion, Ill draw breezepelt next C: 

Also feel free to request cats!

Okay to tag as me, or kin

I decided to draw a pudgy apprentice Beepaw (Beestripe) mostly as an excuse to draw paws xD

Beestripe belongs to me

Beestripe is so fun to draw! I wish I could rp her or something xD

Ravenpaw! 

lovely boy.

Okay to tage as kin/me

Happy boy Swiftpaw! I has fun with this request, although it's always sad what happened :C Okay to tag as Kin/Me

So here's a reincarnation au of Asra and my apprentice, Saphrie. I was listening to Love Story by Taylor swift and suddenly got this idea.

Wizards be looking at this like they didnt pass second grade transmutation class.

My wizard in the arcane. THEY TAUGHT YOU SUMMON FAMILIAR

stop trying to be a super explosions wizard or a penis blast wizard. we need DOING THE DISHES WIZARDS

Flowerfoot paused at his fathers side studying Aspenstar's inconsistent breaths. He pressed against him only stirring when the soft steps of Brackentail sounded at the entrance,"I can handel this for now... go on ahead, Shatterfang is practicing with Cloverpaw and Leapordpaw right now." The old tabby tom turned and rested his eyes worryingly on his leader.

Flowerfoot paused and touched his nose to his fathers pelt before stepping out onto the ledge, he let out a soft sigh as he looked around the camp before carefully making his way down the slope into the open space. A battle scarred tom sat begrudgingly watching the two apprentices scuffle his stumpy tail twitching as the brothers rolled. Flowerfoot watched his young apprentice, Cloverpaw looked battered and worn as he held down Leapordpaw. The momentary glimpse of joy fluttered on the dark tabbies face before large paws wrapped around his neck and he was dragged downward his muzzle clashing painfully with a loud thump into Leapordpaw's. He stumbled his eyes welling before they widened in shock as his stomach was battered and he was heaved off thumping into the stones.

"Gotta be quicker Cloverpaw. You aren't gonna get win like that." The rumble of Shatterfang rose as he stepped up and nudged Leapordpaw as he rose. Flowerfoot lept down worried as his apprentice staggered up panting,"We will be taking a break."

"What?" The upset crack of Leapordpaw sounded behind him.

"Yeah it was gonna be fine, we where just starting Flowerfoot." Shatterfang added the irritation rough in his voice.

Flowerfoot nudged the smaller brown tabby up and shot a look through narrowed hazel eyes at the two toms behind him,"Fine, you can continue alone, he is my apprentice and I choose when he trains." He lifted himself and flicked his tail dismissing Cloverpaw.

Shatterfang grunted and shoved past him,"Fine, Leapordpaw show me your attack."

The gray tabby sighed and shook out his thick pelt glancing around for Cloverpaw and recignizing his smaller form by The Stream and plodded over. He set himself beside him and bent down to drink.

"Flowerfoot I'm sorry."

He froze the water lapping at his nose and he straitened up,"What?" He quieted himself as he tried to look at the young tom though he faced away.

"I'm sorry." Cloverpaw's voice hitched and his body began to shake,"I'm sorry you're stuck with me as an apprentice, I'm weak... I-I can't do anything, we go out to hunt and I scare even the deafest of mice away... we train and I lose.. I'm sorry I'm not like Cliffrunner or Leapordpaw..."

The painful hick in his voice clung to Flowerfoot's heart as he wrapped his tail around his smaller frame,"Cloverpaw.." he paused thinking,"Let me see your paw." He said softly.

"What?"

"Trust me," Cloverpaw hesitated before lifting his paw and sniffling, Flowerfoot did the same,"What do you notice?" He asked softly.

Cloverpaw narrowed his eyes thinking as tears rolled down his cheeks confusion glittering in his sad emerald eyes,"Your paw is.... bigger...?" He looked up nervously.

Flowerfoot nodded,"Yes, that's because I'm still moons older than you, I have had more training than you, I've had to learn and grow the same as you." He looked down at their paws his larger gray paw looked huge in comparison to Cloverpaw's younger smaller brown and cream paw," You've only just become an apprentice... I don't expect you to know how to hunt or fight after a few sunrises of walking the length of our territory. You are right about not being your brother..." Cloverpaw's eyes darkened,"He thinks strength makes a warrior great... your heart is strong Cloverpaw, and it wills you to work hard and I know you will, your blood and your claws don't make you a great warrior, your mind and heart do." He pressed his nose into his forehead and felt Cloverpaw press back against him.

"What use am I to a Clan if I can't protect it.." He whimpered sadly.

Flowerfoot smiled,"Thats why you are an apprentice so I can teach you how!" He lifted a paw and tapped Cloverpaws head and chuckled,"Like I said I don't expect you to be StarClan's Leader just off of milk!" He smiled at he sound of Cloverpaw laughing.

Flowerfoot's gaze softened,"You know... you remind me of Brokenear." The memories of his old friend flashed through his mind as Cloverpaw looked up his green eyes matching his fathers hope flittering his gaze as he brightened. Flowerfoot shook the memories away and smiled standing his tail still drapped across his shoulders,"C'mon we can go see if the geese have flown back in." Cloverpaw stood a smile growning on his muzzle as he walked along beside his Mentor,"That sounds nice."

Flowerfoot looked up meeting the gaze of Aspenstar as he smiled, he watched his father roll over onto his back happily. Flowerfoot grinned back and walked along the excited Cloverpaw to The Caves entrance.

Might do this all at once because knowing me i'll forget to do it everyday :'u

✧ APPRENTICEMBER ✧

I wanted to do something big for the Arcana community, something to bring us together! And why not make an event focusing on my favorite part of this community, our ocs and fan apprentices!

To participate, all you need to do is answer the daily question and tag your post with #apprenticember! There’s no pressure, no minimum word count, and you can skip days if you like!

Introduce your apprentice! Just their name, personality, appearance, and likes/dislikes for now! If you have pictures of them, post them today!

Who is their LI? What’s their relationship like?

Give a short summary of their relationship to the other main characters!

What about the couriers? Have they met them? What do they think of them?

Do they have any other friends outside of canon? What about the minor characters? 

Now, do they have any rivals? Maybe even a WORST ENEMY!? Spill the deets now!

Second week! Let’s go back to their physical description, but go even deeper! Do they have tattoos, piercings, scars, etc? What sort of clothes do they like?

Now let’s give their familiar the spotlight! Tell us all about them!

Do they have a patron arcana? Who is it? What’s their relationship like?

What is their relationship to the other arcana like?

Do they have a gateway? What does it look like? If they don’t have one, describe their ideal spot instead.

What does their home look like? Their room?

Can they cook? What’s their favorite meal?

What does their magic look/feel like?

What are they proudest of?

What’s their deepest insecurity?

Do they have any family, living or non living? List their family tree!

What were they like as a child?

If your mc fights, what is their fighting style? If they don’t, why not?

Remember the Valentines Day event where you could pick between 3 gifts to give the LI? What 3 gifts would you write for your mc?

Now what kind of gifts are they most likely to give?

What does your mc do to show their love?

What parts of Vesuvia is your mc most likely to be at?

Does your mc like parties, festivals, and masquerades? What do they do at them?

What’s your favorite thing about your mc?

How has your mc changed since you first made them?

Has your mc ever KILLED anybody? What are their thoughts on MURDER?

Are they afraid to die?

What is a fact about your mc others would never guess?

Is there anything else you’d like us to know?

Name another mc you read about and enjoyed! Shout out your favorite mc!

I wasn't satisfied with the last design I created for them so I went back and created a different one lol

Much happier with how these designs turned out though (especially the dress ;w; )

I've been wanting to create this ever since the game came out ;;

does anyone else randomly wish they could live as a student in medieval times just to be the apprentice of a painter, astronomer or mathematician and get to study whatever you want whenever you want? or like during the renaissance era? or is it just me? once I had a dream I was an apprentice for a painter in a medieval structured building and it felt so nostalgic yet so distant; it made me sad but happy to learn, I suppose that’s where this yearning derives

got my inks, time for another session.

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Name: Sid Altea Age: 20 Gender: Male Status: Single (and a Mortal) Height: 5'7’’ Race: Human Job/Class: Magical Haberdasher and an Amateur Sorcerer Eye Color: Yellow Amber Hair Color: Ash Blonde Complexion: Medium skin with rosy/red undertones

Appearance: Long haired (and tied up) deadpan guy, who comfortably wears worn-out or old looking clothes but still paired with a not so old looking long leather coat which got these number of long leather straps tied into his right arm as a magical tool that he uses to aid him on his work, and also he’s a bit lacking “appendage”; he lost his right hand due to an accident when he was young.

Personality: Stolid, Erratic, Facilitative, Adaptive, a bit clumsy and positively Oriented when it comes to his ambition (To become a Wizard).

Hobbies: Helping his parents with the various works on their “Magical” Haberdashery shop, secretly reads his confidential stash of magical tomes and scrolls, furtively practices his wizardly magic skills and enjoys being alone.

Likes: Learning new magical things, Loves his family, working at their shop and being a lone wolf (Not a predatory Wolf ya Dum-Dum!).

Dislikes: Nosy people, Having Peers, and for being forbid by his parents on edifying himself on the learnings of Wizardry magic.

History/Bio: Came from a family of Magical Haberdasher or should we say: Persons who uses magic to remodel, reinforce, restore and many “RE” (Just kidding) uses magic in garments. Sid is the second offspring or should we say the youngest among the 2 sons of his parents “Eedma & Bruese” he got an older brother “Crous” whose 13 years older than him and works as a tradesman who travels a lot, Sid was immediately introduced to his family’s trade and talents when he turned 8, at first he enjoys the experience of learning his family’s gift until one day an old Wizard named “Siemens” visited their shop to make use of the Magical Haberdasher’s service on offering them to work with a school of magic owned by a fellow wizard which a friend of his, Being a curious kid and having no knowledge of what are the things outside, Sid questioned the old man what is a “Magic school” the old man didn’t reply but he simply showed his old looking wooden wand and entertained our young boy Sid a magic spell by reanimating an available piece of paper taking a shape of a bird and then burns it in process to reveal a real living bird flying around inside the shop, on that day and after his parents and that old man had discussed their agreement with the partnership with the said establishment Sid wanted to become like the old wizard who knows other magic other than the magic he learned from his parents, before the old wizard left their shop he gave his hat to Sid for being grateful towards him for his little enjoyable laughter during their little time, Sid accepted it and thanked the wizard and immediately become good friends with the old wizard. Sid’s parents knew that Sid’s been fascinated with the Wizard’s magic and got concerned that Sid may lost his interest on learning their family’s magic methods so they somewhat demoralized their description of how a Wizard’s magic works which somehow worked with our frightened Sid. Even after Sid’s parent’s misinformation and pretenses; he still believed that the old wizard is a good sorcerer, so whenever the old wizard visits their shop he always tries to prove his beliefs by convincing the old wizard to teach him some wizardly magic spells, the old wizard wasn’t surprised with Sid’s enthusiasm because it reminds him his young years where he’s also bedazzled on learning magic spells, the old wizard also knew by observation that Sid’s parents disagree with the idea of their young son learning Wizard magic but he still insisted on helping the kid to achieve his desires by secretly providing him some few scrolls and tomes of basic wizard magic that he can read and study. Sid vowed to his old wizard friend that he’ll never tell his parents about their little transaction and his study of other forms of magic, he did also promised to never lose interest on the magic that his parents are teaching him which the old wizard impressively be grateful with because our young 8 year old Sid has an awareness of being liable and admirable on both his ambition on learning wizard magic and determination on focusing on his family’s talent. At the age of 11 Sid have shown a great talent on his Magic in Haberdashery and proven to his parents that he is reliable and a great help on their shop plus he may still haven’t tried casting some wizard magic spells which he have learned on reading all of those magic scrolls and tomes he received from his old wizard friend but his confident enough that trying out his learnings isn’t a bad thing to do; he then decided to one day while his parents were out, he’ll going to try cast a magic spell. Although Sid may have succeeded on casting his first fireball without using a wand but he did panicked when his mother (Eedma) came back to check him inside his room, The flaring fireball which is floating on his right hand suddenly burst setting fire into his right hand, Sid’s mother panicked seeing that her Son’s hand is burning “magically” so she end up doing the quickest way to get rid of the fire: cutting the source of the fire preventing it to spread, and when I say “Cutting” it means cutting Sid’s burning right hand with the use of her Magical sharp shears that can cut through hardest material (I’m trying to point out that it can even lacerate human flesh and bones), So yes it may look hilariously tragic for our poor Sid to lose his right hand on his first attempt of doing wizard magic and what’s more dreadful here is that the “accidental” cutting of his hand is like a form of punishment from his parents for being disobedient. Sid grew normally even he’s missing an appendage (Right hand) and having been forbidden by his parents on casting wizard magic, he still works with his parents on their Magic Haberdashery shop and also secretly meet up with his old wizard friend to borrow some instructive tomes and scrolls of wizard magic.

Extra info: A more unexceptional and unfortunate tragic story about Sid’s twist of fate; Sid’s been occasionally visiting his old wizard friend to further his learnings on Wizard magic, it’s been his habit to borrow some magical tomes and scrolls whenever he’s paying a visit but that day is different, He’s old wizard friend isn’t home so he tried to wait for him but felt impatient and uneasy because he slip his way out on their shop when his parents were out, He randomly picked and took a few scrolls of magic on his old wizard friend’s library and left the place to return home. Back at home he luckily managed to sneak into their shop without being noticed by his parents but was asked for a hand (not a hand but “help/aide”) due to a huge amount of workload on their shop, Sid’s father (Bruese) gave him his assignments along with a scroll of Haberdasher magic which he still haven’t taught him because It requires a certain level of expertise, Sid’s father knows that his Son is proficient and astute enough to do the job so he just gave him some instructions that the item’s he gave for his job must be restored back to its former condition by the use of “instaurare” or restoration magic, Sid favorably accepted the job and took all of the stuffs (a heap of various vestures or garments) then went straight to his workplace (his bedroom) to try out the scroll of Restoration magic and cast it first on a random sample object: The old drably looking Wizard Hat he got as a keepsake from his old wizard friend. A few moments later after reading the scroll of magic, the next thing he knew was he’s staring at his own catatonic figure which suddenly fall in a faint and what’s worst here is; he’s too dumbfound to comprehend that his current position is similar to the outlook or point of view of the Wizard hat which heretofore he’s holding, he tried to shout and call for help which lasted for more than hours but it seems that no one could hear him until his mother (Eedma) came to check his status on his work only to find out that her son is laying down on the room’s floorboards looking unconscious, Sid’s mother called out her husband to get some help which he queasily did without asking questions, at that moment Sid as an old leather Wizard hat was been cast aside by his mother to make room for his insentient body and Sid witnessed everything that happened before and after help arrived, he kept on shouting and calling their names but it appears to be that his voice were unable to heard. After a long solitary time inside his messy bedroom and workplace, and after those unknown people took his body out, his mother came back looking downhearted and weeping while looking over the place, she cried holding Sid’s belongings and wailed at the same time, by that time Sid who is now an old unmoving leather Wizard hat situated on a far corner of the room down the floorboards realized that his parents have falsely yet accurately learned that his body is dead, Sid tried to call his mother but failed again for being ignored or not heard but got luckily noticed and picked up (Sid as the Wizard hat) by his mother while whispering something: “I knew that this hat is always precious to him.”, After that dramatic scene inside his room Sid’s mother took him out (Carried the hat out of the room) and went outside the house to meet up with few familiar faces along with a wagon that has a coffin on it, Sid who is now an old leather Wizard hat wanted to wake himself on this shocking and desolate dream but failed on his attempt on wailing out to get the people’s attention until they got to their destination: the town’s boneyard. Sid saw how mournful both of his parents are while watching those pallbearers carrying his coffin making their way on their family’s mausoleum and putting the coffin inside a vacant tomb, Sid furiously struggled crying out for help but his mother who still looked doleful and overlooked him puts the Wizard hat inside and beside the coffin on the tomb. It’s official: Sid’s lifeless body has been buried and kept inside the mausoleum to rot forever, what worst here aside from being an obsolete drably leather nonmoving and nonvocal Wizard Hat is: he’s also stuck up inside the crypt.