lake-90

[scratchclangen]

[chimeclan-tales]

Tales of the Departed - IrisClan

About Weedstar and Fogtail / Fogstar

All the notes/rambles about some of my first clan gen leaders!! They're so dramatic.

Weedstripe / Weedstar

His strange trait made him very silly. He kept falling out of trees.

Actually liked hanging out with Fogpaw because he was very "quiet"

“Hey Fogpaw! Why the long face?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Did you know I caught a huge vole today? And mother said I'm doing amazing for my second hunt! Really, I just saw where the vole was going.” [basically talks for 2 more paragraphs]

“That’s nice.”

His mother, Snapstar, and his overall popularity inflated his ego a bit too much.

Literally became deputy after one moon of becoming a warrior

Unaware of the two siblings that died as kits. No wonder Snapstar cared for him too much.

As a leader, he does make good plans... In concept. They only work based on his perception.

If the rogues valued honor like IrisClan cats, then the peace talk would have been a perfect solution

Overall very outgoing and happy to help

...As long as it’s not too much trouble for him

“Oh, of course I have time for you!”

“You can go speak to Fogtail about it. I’m busy.”

“What? It’s not working? Then you’re doing something wrong.”

OOC Notes

Honestly, started as a joke leader because. Weed.

Then he started making horrible decisions / half the clan started dying

At some point StarClan struck him with lightning TWICE and a bunch of cats were disappointed in him

Fogtail / Fogstar

Cold and angry outside (withdrawn, takes things more seriously than others, will lash out when rage builds)

As an apprentice, he gets fed up with Weedpaw and Snapstar but… Okay. His brother was nice to him. Fogpaw felt guilty about it

Once he’s a warrior (especially deputy), he’s a bit more mature and that’s when he develops closer relationships with his clanmates.

Had an apprentice Heathpaw. She was late-bloomer among the other apprentices, and he could see parts of himself in her. Despite his initial coldness, he was absolutely the best mentor to her. Sadly died to the Rotting

Deep down, cares a lot and knows his clanmates well

He sees battles as part of a warrior’s life, but wishes he didn’t have to cause cats to lose their loved ones.

The start of his leadership was bloody because cats did not trust him after he killed Weedstar.

Goes to StarClan despite that because the morality in these clans are... different. There is a positive perception for killing in battle and technically he fixed a bunch of things during his leadership.

OOC Notes

The 2 songs I listened to when writing this boi: Operation Pyrite and Operation Basepoint (yes, rock Arknights music)

[agirlwithmagicpals]

Welcome to blissclan! Here is the main family in the clan!

[ghoulclan]

MOON ONE IS FINALLY HERE. Life has been weird lately but I got this outttt

So the first thing that happens is deputy, and resident grumpy old lady, slightnut retires

Weedstar elects shellfreckle as deputy due to her chill vibes and slightnut passes on the torch

Meanwhile in camp sunbillow is manipulating the local child: aka tricking him into giving her his better prey

And finally weedstar and stonefur (the med cat) cyberbully another clan at the gathering

Honourable mentions:

Slight immediate sparred with shellfreckle, testing the new dep’s skills

Some causal prey stealing

Slightnut completely misses thistlekit leaving camp. (She knew exactly but she wishes testing his survival skills)

[localvoidcat]

i love seeing my friends be deranged over their clangen cats. 50 of mine are already dead i'm watching these suckers like it's a brawl to the death. i don't even know who the current leader is

[saddlepunk]

ive only read one warrior cats book and that was well over a decade ago but i did sink an ungodly amount of my time today into clangen-

[viscerast]

okay highlighted cats are The Mutuals

[souptomatobasil]

Shoutout to my clangen clan that lived up to its name and was reduced to a leader, deputy, medicine cat and one elder within a few months ✌️

[lobidoly]

Might be nice to start this account with a few cats...!!!! These are my OCs, except for the one with purple flowers who belong to @lost-splendor. Respectively and excluding the other cat, they're called Weedstar (she's in Starclan now..) and Açaitongue (named after the brazilian fruit)

So far, I've only managed to make two designs using my new style lol. Meet Squirrelbelly (Açaitongue's sister) and Guaranávine (also named after the brazilian fruit) ↓

[heropaws]

Okay yes I made another clan in clan gen and like them a lot. This is Weedstar. Fucking Incredible

[cryptidclaw]

Hey I got a Weedstar :)

OMGGG SO PRETTYYYY

[chimeclan-tales]

Tales of the Departed - IrisClan

Fogtail's Challenge

Why should you hold the power of the stars

If you cannot even feel their weight?

Ignoring the looks of his clanmates, the gray tabby brushed past the vines and rushed into the leader’s den. 

“Fogtail?” Weedstar whined. “You know I’m having my alone time…” 

“We need to talk.”

The brown tabby didn’t move from his nest.

“Not now.”

“Weedstar—“

“I said, not now!” The leader bristled, making his scrawny body bigger than it truly was. “Fogtail, you’re more than capable— Wait, what happened to you?”

His whiskers twitched in frustration with the blood trails in his den, but he inspected his brother’s wounds. There were claw marks along his back and his eye… was now gone. 

“The rogues ambushed us! Dappledsky is dead, and we couldn’t even bring her body back!” Fogtail growled, trying to keep his frustration from showing. “This is what I’ve been telling you. Why would they pass the opportunity to attack when our clan’s been dealing with the sickness!?”

Weedstar stayed silent for a moment.

“Well, they clearly breached our agreement,” He sighed. “For now, get yourself patched up and tell her family. I’ll think of a plan.”

“Foxdung, a plan!” Fogtail snapped. “Your solution is always talking and thinking, but you never do anything! Did talking fix the rogues? Did thinking fix the sickness?”

“There’s nothing wrong with peace talks. It’s not my fault that the rogues betrayed us!”

The leader stepped to the exit as he continued.

“And I’ve told everyone to stop catching prey near the river, yet they still end up eating something sick. Why do I have to make the solution to their mousebrained decisions?”

“You think an apprentice can see it?” Fogtail growled. “You think it’s their fault the poison is scentless?”

“Shouldn’t you think you can do something more, Weedstar?”

“Ugh, here we go again. Your apprentice is going to be fine!” He scoffed. “She’s young and she’ll survive. The only ones we’ve lost are old bags of bones. It’ll be fine—”

“You call cats losing their clanmates fine?” Fogtail stepped into Weedstar’s gaze, forcing him to look at his bloodied face. “You call this fine!?”

“Death and injuries are part of a warrior’s life. Stop acting immature and get over yourself.” 

Fogtail’s claws dug deeper into the ground.

“Why are you always—“

“I am the leader. You are the deputy,” Weedstar’s voice lost its smooth and carefree tinge. There was no longer any emotion left. “Now, go see the healer. Let Dappledsky’s family know she died nobly. And get those noon patrols—”

He staggered back, surprised by the blow Fogtail had delivered. 

Fogtail took a deep breath as the cheek of his brother started to bleed. He shouldn’t do this. He had to stay calm. He could stay calm, like all those years ago.

“You…” He shut his eyes. “You never knew what a warrior’s life’s like.”

Weedstar raised a brow as his brother stayed still, not taking the steps to the den’s exit.

“Fogtail,” He sighed. “I’ve been doing everything I can—”

A blur of gray and black crossed his vision. Weedstar found himself being dragged out the leader’s den, and he hit the hard ground below. Surprised gasps and yowls echoed throughout the camp.

“Weedstar,” Fogtail growled from the top of the clan’s hightree. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit!”

“Is Weedstar okay? Where’s Dappledsky?”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m caring for enough sick cats! Why’d you throw him off the tree!?”

The deputy disregarded their whispers and yowls. All he could see was how feeble Weedstar looked.

Was this worthless cat fitting to be called leader? Was this the cat IrisClan looked up to? 

The one mother oh so loved dearly?

“By my right under the skies of StarClan, and for the sake of our clan…”

“Is he…?”

“But Weedstar’s an alrigh—”

“Finally!”

“I challenge you for the leadership of IrisClan!”

The leader’s ears flattened. 

“You…! You can’t do this, Fogtail!” His meow was suddenly laced with fear. “You know I have seven lives—”

The gray tabby didn’t care as he jumped down, coming face to face with his brother. 

“Once the challenge has started, there’s no turning back,” Fogtail growled. “Fight me. Show me what warrior’s life you’ve lived. Show me what mother taught you!”

Weedstar gazed around the camp.

“Isn’t he gonna move?”

“No wonder the rogues attacked us…”

“…Fine! If you die, it’s not my fault. You’re bringing this upon yourself!”

He shook his pelt and leapt at Fogtail. The gray tabby dodged the blow. Ignoring the pain from his slashed shoulder, he pinned Weedstar down and ripped through his throat.

“That quickly..!”

“But he mentioned seven lives. Fogtail isn’t going to last…”

“Are Weedstar’s kits even old enough to be deputy?”

Coughing up the blood from his healed wound, the leader staggered up. His eyes narrowed.

The next lives were all a blur.

The second— Weedstar pinned Fogtail down. A moment of hesitation flashed in the tabby’s eyes. His deputy raked through his belly.

Third— The leader fought harder, giving Fogtail several scratches. He clamped his jaws around Weedstar’s throat.

Fourth— He didn’t let go, but the taste was overwhelming.

Fifth— The blood clung to his fur—

Sixth— Shaking paws—

Seventh—

The last. At last.

Weedstar’s body was covered in red.

The clearing was nearly red.

Utter silence filled the camp.

Everyone was afraid.

Fogtail was… 

Afraid.

Was this really what he wanted..?

If he really didn’t care for Weedstar, why did he spend all that time to help him? To cover for him?

Weedstar wasn’t all that bad. His brother had even made him deputy.

A decision made in rage.

But this time, one he couldn’t take back.

“StarClan has not intervened,” The healer, Rimethorn, snapped Fogtail out of his trance. He stood before the tom, herbs ready. “The moon remains uncovered, and to have had the strength to fight… It is undeniable that Fogtail is IrisClan’s new leader.”

With a nod, Fogtail allowed him to start wrapping his wounds.

“We can’t follow a murderer!”

“Young one, these challenges are nothing new to the history of IrisClan.”

“We needed a strong leader, anyway!”

“I haven’t heard of kin doing it before…”

“Given everything maybe they weren’t true fami—“

“Weedstar may be imperfect, but he treated me like a real brother,” Fogtail’s voice silenced them all. “I’m sure some of us do… care for him deeply. I do not expect you to forgive nor understand my choice. But I will let you know I have done this for the good of the clan.”

The only response from his clanmates was silence. If anyone still disagreed, they didn’t make any moves. Not yet.

“Rimethorn will need to focus on the sick. I will travel to the Moonstone with only… Dogweb and Moonfleck. Until my kin is of age, Gravelpelt will be the acting deputy.”

A spotted blue she-cat stepped forward. Gravelpelt’s expression was stern— even disapproving. But she was one of the few cats he could trust.

And he knew no cat held any malice or grudges against her.

Under the wary gaze of his clanmates, his group departed. 

“…Was it necessary to challenge Weedstar?” Moonfleck meowed softly. The sand-pelted tabby wasn’t afraid, but his green eyes showed concern. “To kill him?”

“…I don’t know.” Fogtail blinked. “I… I just… It’s…”

He stomped through the forest, trying to get rid of his guilt.

“Ugh! Weedstar’s always put so much work on me! Why should he have nine lives when I’m always putting myself on the line!?”

“I had to do it, Moonfleck,” He hissed. “I’ll prove to our clan why.”

“Some of them will put up a fight, Fogtail,” The senior warrior, Dogweb, meowed. “Are you prepared for that?”

“If that’s the cost to be leader, so be it,” Fogtail lashed his tail angrily. “Once we return, do not enter the camp. If I have received my lives, then I should fight.”

About Weedstar and Fogtail - COMING SOON

The Old Clans - COMING SOON

Tales of the Departed Directory

[unkowncreature]

HERE THEY ARE !!! THE SILLIES!!??!!,!;

This is ghoul clan aaa I’m so excited for this

Also they have their own blog now!! @ghoulclan see what they get up to there

Aa u might have to zoom in to read the writing but dw it’s all typed up below

Typed up info about each cat under the cut

LEADER: WEEDSTAR any prns

19 moons old

-Very socially incompetent

-fast runner (to run from his problems)

-dream walker

DEPUTY: SLIGHTNUT she/her

143 moons

-Very buff

-Gay, grumpy old lady

-Indomitable fighter (when she volenteered to be dep no one questioned it)

MEDIC: STONEFUR he/him

79 moons

-Resourceful (loves his job damn try hard. I love him tho)

-Adaptive

-Ghost sense

WARRIORS:

SHELLFRECKLE she/her

-Very chill so incredibly unborthered

-Compassionate

-Keen eye

-An idiot <3

FRINGEDUSK he/him

93 moons

-Thoughtful

-Ghost sense and a good story teller

-I like to think he’s strangely calm

SUNBILLOW he/she

39 moons

-actully hates everyone

-cold and kinda a dick

KITS:

THISTLEKIT he/him

2 moons

-Implusive

-has borne witness to the horrors

[ghoulclan]

SHELLFRECKLE she/her

109 moons shes simply vibing your honour

A very chill individual she’s seen it all and come out on top. With a knack for problem solving and very sharp observation she seemed the obvious choice for deputy after slightnut retired

A formers ships cat she found herself washed up in Weedstar’s cave when in a storm destroyed her ship and deceived well she might as well stay

Full backstory under the cuttt there’s some angst here too and cat romance??

Shellfreckle was a former ships cat. Living her whole life at sea and very content with the thrills, twolegs and unpredictability

She takes everything in her stride but is kinda an idiot lmao. The most unohased cat you ever did see

Moon 0:

Her ship was torn to pieces and that was one of the few moments in life that this mogs face broke- terror stricken. She was tossed and turned, eventully waking up covered in sand and soaked through in a suprisingly well lit marine cave. She lay there for a long time trying to summon the strength to stand.

While she was recovering she turned and saw a familiar grey shape slumped in the sand

‘Stone!!’ She cried and crawled over to him-it cost all her strength but she had to help him. Licking him with all the force she could summon she tried in vain to wake him up-she was there a while before he finally stirred at which point she pressed her face against his purred and passed out

She woke up again, dry and clean in a soft nest-panic rose in her again at the thought of stone but a paw was placed on her own

A young grey face was looking down at her

‘Hi I’m Weedstar and this is my cave’ the stranger greeted her

‘Where’s the grey spotted cat!?!’ She almost shrieked

‘I’m over here shell don’t worry’ came a weak voice from a tail length away

Shell purred at that and relaxed a little

‘Are you hurt?’

‘Just shaken, nothing a few moments rest won’t fix. And you’

‘Yeah I think I’m chill’

Stone turned to their rescuer

‘And how could we calm you young’un’

‘Um.. my names Weedstar’

‘A stranger name I never did here I’m sure’

Weed laughed at that and settled down to tell the two newcomers of the clans and the stars and in return shelll and stone gave Weedstar knowledge of their past and how it had come to be that they were laying in the floor of his cave

‘We washed in from far out in the ocean, through that underwater entrance over there and then you found us’ said she’ll by means of explaintion. Leaving Weedstar with more questions

And so it was that Shell and Stone become shellfreckle and stonefur, deputy and medicine cat of ghoulclan. Named for the spirits that Weedstar spoke too in her concious and unconscious states

More cats would join them but that dear reader will be explained in other parts

[cockroachclangen]

Moon 1:

Weedstar really living up to the troublesome quality with this one.

[scratchclangen]

Weedstar "chases off" a trespassing rouge