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NimbusClan attends the @cccdiscord summer camp!

Thought I'd use this month's event to work on some background practice 🏕️

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My work for the @cccdiscord’s Summer Camp themed event! Featuring a summer camp AU of the Aphidclan cats! Writing for the AU under the cut!

Word count: 679

“Welcome to the SummerTine Camp!”

Pearlstar’s voice buzzed out over the intercom speakers, just barely audible over the chatter of student’s voices filling up the bus. Humanoid feline teenagers and middle schoolers packed together in their seats, some turned around to lean over the back of their chairs to speak to the others in the rows behind them, others watching videos on their phones, others playing popular music and singing along poorly yet unabashedly with their friends.

“A place of friendship, high spirits, and endless fun! Days packed with exciting group activities made to forge bonds and teach you valuable skills for surviving the wilderness! I hope you kids are ready to make new friends, because this is the place to make bonds that never die!”

Shadebreak turned the volume of their headphones up to the highest notch, muffling out the announcer’s voice with the blare of rock music. Oleander grabbed their sister Lilacpaw by the scruff of her neck and yanked flower back down into flowers seat, lifting a fluffy, clawed finger to his mouth and hissing in her ear, “Shh! Listen!”

“Are you serious?” She scoffed.

“Yes! They’re gonna say the rules!”

“Oh my god, you are such an annoying—“

“Now, remember that while you’re on camp grounds, your phones are to be turned off and kept safely away in your bags! I don’t want to see any of you glued to your devices—you’re here to look people in the eyes and have fun in the wonderful world of nature!”

“Eugh.” Lilacpaw grimaced.

“That also means no fighting, no pushing, no running, no substances or gum or weapons or inappropriate behavior, no sneaking away from your counselors, and absolutely no leaving your cabins at night! Safety is our number one priority at SummerTine Camp, guaranteed!”

“I hope I get to hold a falcon.” Skypaw whispered in a hushed awe, as he pressed his entire face against the window of his seat.

They sat next to their older and larger sister, Badgerpaw, who pursed her lips in a mild frown. “…I… don’t think this is that kind of camp.” She muttered.

“Says you.” He pouted.

“I hope they have archery! Oooh, or wrestling! I’m gonna wrestle you into the ground!” Nimblepaw barked out a vicious cackle, as rot propped himself up on the back of rots seat to shout at his little sister, Berrypaw, seated just behind him.

“You would not!” She argued back, her pale and pink-spotted fur fluffing up in indignant fury.

“Would to!”

“No, you’re not! Because they’re gonna have dancing! And I’m gonna get so good at dancing that I’m gonna ballet kick you in the face!”

“Boooo! Ballet’s not fun!”

“You’d be lucky if anything they offered was fun.” Shadebreak, who was seated next to him, grumbled under their breath.

“My name is Pearlstar, the Camp Director and Founder of SummerTine Camp! If you have any problems or concerns at all, I’m your guy! I look forward to meeting each and every one of you, and I hope you all have a wonderful time at our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity summer of fun, fun, fun!”

Chatter and hollering refilled the space of the bus when the intercom zipped its mouth shut. Excitement brewed and bustled amongst the kids, almost loud enough to drown out any of the underlying nerves and anxiety that some were feeling.

Cresspaw in particular felt nervous. They’d never left home like this. Even on the playground, as a little kid ghost had done little else but zipper themself to their mother or father’s side, clutching onto their mother’s pant leg and refusing to leave to venture out into the big, loud, scary world outside of bones little shell of comfort and safety. Throughout all their time in middle school thus far, the little kitten struggled to make any friends or keep any company beyond that of ghosts siblings.

A summer camp with none of bones usual sanctuary or comfort involved would be… quite the radical shift, to say the least. But mother said it would be fun! So… it didn’t need to be scary, right?

They hoped everything would turn out okay.

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to the people on my revenge list I may have forgotten

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As I ease back into working on Runeclan, I am once again hit with the overwhelming, foaming-at-the-mouth, "man I need to tell someone about my lore BUT I CAN'T" feeling

guys,,, guys the themes,,, guys the imagery,, ,

Daedalus wept

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oh my god I completely forgot. I never showed you guys this. Now I can!!

I made this way back in like… January. Wow. Um. Enjoy! Song is “bad idea right?” By Olivia Rodrigo

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🌷 for ochrewillow?

Right ok yes! This took me uhm. Several days to decide and then I forgot to actually answer the ask, sorry it's been a bit

Ochrewillow, til a few moons into being a warrior, had absolutely no awareness of personal space. She still has very little Sense for it, and if she's the one approaching a cat she's talking to, will often stop a bit too far away.

Thank you for the ask!

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CW: Gore, Body Horror

HAPPY ARTFIGHT !!! Putting the art under the cut because Runeclan isn't super heavy on gore usually, but I just did this attack for @shelter-clangen for the fight !!

(Which pspsp if you ever wanted to make Runeclan fanart, now's the perfect time,,, my artfight is here ) GO TEAM FOSSILS WOOOO

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redesign completed, it’s 3 in the morning as I write this so pardon my fatigue and illegibility, but please use these references from now on. thank you. I’m still figuring out the ropes of how to draw poc & black hair and hairstyles, if there are any grievous errors/inaccuracies or anything that’s disrespectful please do let me know since I’m not poc myself and relying entirely on external information to teach me and I would like to learn 👍 /gen okyay they’re ready for artfight now have a lovely artfight hugs and kisses goodngsleeping now

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Moon 9 Part 2

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There’s a sickening crunch and Moonstar’s body suddenly stops, lurching in the air.

Panting, Moonstar tightens the grip of her right paw – she’s managed to sink her claws into a thick root that is growing through the side of the cliff. She’s dislodged it a bit – that must have been the cracking sounds – but it holds fast to the cliffside and Moonstar doesn’t hesitate a second longer.

Gathering all of her strength, she swings her other paw up to sink her claws into the root, shoulders shaking as she pulls her body up. Her back paws windmill in the air until she’s able to find purchase on the cliff, digging her back claws into the rock and dragging herself up onto the slope.

Shaking all over and sick with adrenaline, Moonstar’s aching limbs want nothing more than to collapse out from under her. She flexes her claws in the loose gravel under her paws and eyes the dirt warily, as if it’ll suddenly heave forward and send her sailing over the edge of the cliff again. Muscles screaming, Moonstar moves her shaky, aching body to firmer ground.

Safe for the moment, she slumps at the base of a pine tree and shakes.

She almost died.

She almost died.

Quest for moss entirely forgotten, the only thought Moonstar can dredge up is the idea of getting back to her brother and collapsing against him, taking comfort in his familiar scent and his solid, grounding presence at her side. She’d assured Fogfreckle just last moon that she could handle being on her own, but now she’s not so sure she’s going to survive the hunt for a new home without him.

Ignoring the sharp ache of pain in her shoulder where she caught the root that saved her life, Moonstar struggles to her paws and slowly sniffs out the trail she took to get here, retracing her pawsteps through the fog and back up the mountain.

Limbs dragging, a wash of relief splashes Moonstar like ice melt on a hot day as she spots the clearing where they’ve scraped out their dens. Through the trees and the mist, she can just make out the light color of her brother’s dappled pelt moving around in the clearing. There’s something dark swinging from his mouth, likely freshkill, and, feeling relieved, she pulls herself through the trees and towards him.

Only pawsteps away, Moonstar opens her mouth to greet Fogfreckle, but stops in her tracks. 

It’s not freshkill.

“Moonstar!” Fogfreckle’s ears flick back a second before he turns at the sound of her arrival, eyes bright and shining with happiness. “Look what I found while I was out collecting moss!”

Tucked at Fogfreckle’s paws is a kitten. A skinny thing, with short, raggedy brown fur and dark, reddish tabby stripes.

Moonstar’s relief swiftly vanishes.

The kit is quiet, motionless, almost expressionless, but it stares at Moonstar like it can see through her, past her pelt and muscle and down to her bone. Unnerved, Moonstar meets its intense bright blue eyes with her own. They’re not cobalt blue, like her brother’s, or ice blue, like her own. They’re an otherworldly blue.

She’s snared by that unblinking, unwavering gaze, and something about it seizes Moonstar with a feeling of pure, crawling dread, like somebody has set ants loose in her pelt. The kit sits neatly with its tail curled over its paws, still and silent unlike any kit Moonstar has ever interacted with before.

She feels rooted to the spot, as if to make any move closer to her brother – closer to the kit – would be dangerous, somehow.

Fogfreckle grins, wide and happy, apparently unaffected by whatever has taken hold of Moonstar. He bends his head to give the kit an affectionate lick atop the head. “I’m going to name him Alpinekit.”

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Moon 1: First Impressions

The way I've been rushing to make sure this gets out in pride month im so busy all of a sudden :pensive:

Anyway this green guy is my beloved that isn't a clanborn j'adore him <3

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Here's my cats from this!

Bogfreckle! ^

Heartpaw! ^

And Heronstar, drawn on a different platform because I drew him earlier when true transparency of bg was necessary. He's watching Husk and Icesheep fight over their flag, hence the nervousness!

Happy pronth y'all!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 HAPPY PRIDE 2025 FROM THE CLANGEN COMMUNITY! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

This year I had the very high honor of co-hosting the Clangen Creator Community’s first pride event with Relgnira of @direclan, and I couldn’t be more grateful. With background art drawn by the wonderful and incredibly skilled @coffeecats900 of @bristleclanismissing, this truly turned out absolutely amazing and I’m extremely grateful for all her help. Please go check out Coffee’s work and shower her with all your love and appreciation <3 I really couldn’t have pulled this off without either of you guys, thank you so much! <3

With a total of 55 entries, all of this comes from the Clangen Creator Community discord server! It’s been so wonderful getting to share pride month with all of you. Every now and then I almost got a lil teary-eyed whenever I stopped to think about all these different artists coming together in one big community to celebrate queerness, freely and proudly. You guys have made such a wonderful and welcoming community, and I’m so happy to be apart of it. I can’t wait to do it all again with you guys next year, hopefully bigger and louder than ever before!!

Happy pride month you guys, and thank you <3

Credit to all the contributing artists and their participating clans under the cut:

@aphidclan-clangen (you are here!) / @shelter-clangen

@the-lostclan

@eveningclangen

@kcsparkclan

@noteclan

@the-rise-of-chimeraclan / @whispering-in-the-woods / @dreamclan-clan-gen

@wtclangen

@playgroundclan

@jumbleclangen

@wintermaractus

@runeclangen

@dustclan-clangen

@haven-clan-blog

@sootclan

@stoneclangen

@featherclan

@jumalanpelko

@whothemosskeeps

@skygur0

@moonstone-draws

@falling-wisteria-clangen

@direclan

@hillclan-ruins

@whimsy-clangen

@ask-graveclan

@shiftingvalley

@flickerclan-blog

@leopardusk

@birchclancomic

@canyonclan-gen

@amazonsclan

@tidalclan

@flourishingcolony

@kestrelclan

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Made a comic cover for Shelter now that ComicFury will be rolling out comic covers soon. Bon appetit!

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so chat a word of advice. if you use a real bird in your comic make sure you check how big it is,

I uh. well it's funny as fuck but I do plan to draw this bird species more and. that is a big size difference. so consider this the explanation post for when next moon drops and this bird is 4x its original size,

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Do you plan to put this comic anywhere outside of tumblr like comicfury or instagram?

Not right now because I would feel like I'd have to fix all the errors in designs/formatting/everything else if I were to go thru the effort to post it elsewhere (and I feel like i'm barely treading water just getting updates out on here rn OTL)

that boy gone U_U

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Wow Prairiemoon has like -50 insight. “Gee my brother who spent so much time bonding with our mom and trying to make her feel welcome seems upset that she’s leaving. Wonder why”

In her defense she doesn't really know how much time he's been spending with Bess - He mostly did it under guise of warrior training/'chores' for Dropletsplash But she could have caught on if she were paying more attention to him yeah :')

He might! I don't wanna spoil anything but that last goodbye he and Bess had was a pretty final one

They were, but they haven't been for a while now!

I felt that it matched her best story-wise - I just couldn't imagine in my mind a scenario where she fit into the clan and stayed permanently (and then her leaving became entrenched with later events so it had to happen)

mother and daughter fr fr

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Moon 30.6: Man this clan sure do be splintering