#clangen map

[goofy-clan]

* It’s seems a map of the world we are now viewing is here! How curious…

(Second moon soon. Thank you all for your patience! :>!)

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[loudclan-clangen]

Loudclan - Lore!

This is gonna be a long one, so buckle in!

Loudclan is one of 4 clans that live on a large swath of land on the coast of South Central Alaska. Here's a map and some more details about them:

Loudclan camp is located on a flat ledge atop one of the smaller mountains in the range. They were named for the roaring rumble of the mountain's frequent avalanches and landslides. While prey is never frequent in Loudclan territory, their higher elevation and sloped ground means that the snow doesn't pool like it does down in the valley, and thus they never really run out of prey either. In the cold months the clan cats sleep in the many small caves around camp, insulated with wool from the dall sheep and mountain goats that live in the clan territory. In the warmer months, many take to sleeping out in the open, enjoying the sun warmed rocks, but this can lead to epidemics of heatstroke due to the lack of cover on the mountain. Loudclan cats are said to have excellent balance compared to the valley clans.

Ghostclan camp is located in an abandoned mining town build over a grassy wetland. They were named for the strange, empty buildings that they live among. Food in the wetlands can be unpleasant, but not inaccessible. The clan spreads out into several different buildings during the warm months, but during the winter the clan retreats from the deep snows of the valley into the mines, where they are shielded from the cold by several feet of dirt along with their collection of scavenged twoleg fabrics. The dusty interior of the mines seems to be bad for their lungs, however, as Ghostclan cats seem to be more prone to illnesses than the other clans. Ghostclan cats are said to be able to sense oncoming earthquakes with their sensitive paw pads, knowing when to retreat from a tunnel before it caves in. They were the first to discover the Black Water Pool, and feel that they have some kind of special connection to it, deeper than that of the other clans.

Shadedclan camp is located at the lowest point in the valley, in the largest clearing of the dense evergreen forest. They were named for the shade provided by the needled branches of the trees lining their camp. In the summer, Shadedclan's forests and meadows provide the most plentiful prey, but in the winter the snow piles far higher than the head of a cat, and their territory becomes near barren. This means that the clan must vacate their normal dens, moving instead into the branches of spruce and pine that they have learned to weave together into a network of dens and walkways. They tend to have larger paws with extra toes to help them traverse the deep snows when necessary.

Freezingclan camp is located among the heaps of man made boulders that line the shore. (It's called rip rap it's basically a bunch of big rock chunks that they line the shore with to keep it from eroding.) They were named for the harsh winds that batter their territory regardless of the season. While the rocks are hospitable for few creatures besides certain shorebirds, the ocean is always plentiful, and for those who are willing to trek across the ice, even the inhospitable frozen water will give way to a plentiful meal. Due to the small spaces considered to be actually livable amongst the gaps in the rocks, Freezingclan has no dens, and cats instead sleep with their family units deep in their personal nests of feathers, dried seaweed, and driftwood. The wind, while biting, can be helpful, blowing the snow deeper into the valley and not allowing it to settle over the camp. Freezingclan cats claim to have harder paw pads than the other clans, needing them to keep from cutting themselves on the sharp rocks. They are also the only clan to not worship the Black Water Pool, instead believing that their ancestors live in the ocean, reborn as the creatures of the sea.

Due to the extreme nature of all of the clan's territories, they have an unspoken agreement that borders are pretty much just loose suggestions. So long as you don't get too close to anyone's camp, or travel ridiculously far into someone else's territory, you're not breaking any rules. Of course, this doesn't mean that no disputes arise over territory, in fact, if anything, it actually makes territory disputes worse as no one can agree on how far is too far. The clans also often trade items exclusive to their area in order to obtain similarly scarce items from other clans.

Each clan (minus Freezingclan) is led by a "leadership team" made up of the Leader, the Lead Healer, and the Lead Mediator.

The Leader is considered to be the closest to Starclan, and receives six lives by being completely submerged and drowned in the Black Water Pool. Afterwards they wash the oil off and receive the mark of a paw print from the Lead Healer as a sign of their approval. The Leader can receive prophecies and visions from starclan on occasion, but if they wish to speak to them directly then they have to sacrifice a life to the Black Water.

The Lead Healer is tasked with being the caretaker of the clan, and receives three lives the same way the Leader does. All healers keep a consistent layer of oil on the lower half of their body, once dried and hardened it acts as a pseudo-apron, protecting the medicine cat from possible infectious material and keeping them from spreading germs to their patients. The Lead Healer rarely receives visions from starclan, and instead focuses on interpreting omens seen in the real world. They may also sacrifice a life to speak directly to starclan.

The Lead Mediator is something of a balance to the other two. They do not receive any lives and are in fact banned from touching the Black Water. It is their job to make sure that the other two leaders do not become so distracted by starclan that they become blind to the struggles of their living clanmates. The Lead Mediator wears a decorative collar to signify their position, and will never receive visions or omens of any kind.

The Leader's closest living relative is called the Heir, and is marked by a streak of oil on their forehead given to them by the Leader. Upon reaching twelve moons old, they take the position of deputy. The other two leaders also have heirs, who are often asked to advise or assist them, but they do not hold official positions or markings.

Whoo, okay, I think that's all that I wanted to say, anyway, hope this clarifies some things and that you enjoy reading it! Follow up questions are welcome, as always!

[whirlclan]

Whirlclans’ Territory! :>

made these super quick just to get it out of my head. some more rambles and context below!

The whirl stone is like the moon stone / moon pool for the clan.

All of the caves they live in quickly become far too narrow for humans to get into past the entrance, so the sleeping areas would be safe. Due to the whirlpool and the tides, the beach would be considered too dangerous for people to go onto anyway since they could get stuck.

As the tide goes out, the rockpools are revealed! The old territory was beside a river and waterfall, so the cats are already used to fishing, but they take advantage of the prey in the fields and woods too. with so much available, they’ll rarely go hungry.

Top left is a small family farm. They occasionally take the horses out into the wildflower fields, but never too close to the clan, again, for safety reasons. I wonder if any future clanmates live in the barn 🫢hehehe

AAAAnd lastly, the water on the right side of the image is the river that the cats followed downstream to reach the new territory.

im open to any questions :p

[tidalclan]

TidalClan Territories

Map of TidalClan's territory and the neighbouring Clans!

More details about the different Clans and landmarks can be found below the cut

*Friendly Note: Any Clans that share names with existing ClanGen comics/runs are completely coincidental.

TidalClan

TidalClan’s Camp is made up against the furthest cliff point along the coastline. Surrounded by a rugged ring of stones, the cliff face holds two small caves, one being the Medicine Den and the other being the Elder’s Den, providing a dry spot away from the wind. The Nursery is nestled outside the Medicine Den, protected by tall stones and bound reeds. The Warriors and Apprentices’ Dens are on either side of the entrance, made of moss and seaweed. The Leader’s Den is a hollowed out tree jutting out of a cluster of stones. It’s also used by the leader to call for meetings. At the center of camp is a shallow tidepool, allowing kits to play and get used to water early.

Most of the territory consists of sandy beaches and shallow ocean waters. The cats that live along the coast often take whatever the ocean offers, be it seaweed for bedding or medical uses, fish for prey, or shells and the like for decoration. Along the west side of the territory is the river run-off, where the river flows to the sea. Beyond it is a small camp used by Twolegs during Greenleaf and early Leaf-Fall. Groups of visiting Twolegs come in monsters off the Thunderpath, build great fires and remain on the beach until midnight before returning. Beyond the sand is grassland below the Thunderpath and the cliffs overlooking the sea. The cliffs are patrolled with caution due to its steep fall.

See This Link to see the layout of TidalClan camp (Not Available Yet)

CycloneClan

CycloneClan’s Camp is made up on the side of a small hill, bordered by thick bushes and thickets. Most of the dens consist of dug-out burrows. The Leader’s den is a dug-out hollow directly underneath the Low Stone, a flat stone where the leader makes their meetings.

CycloneClan’s territory consists of a flat valley with long grasses. CycloneClan cats have adapted to using the long grass to hide themselves during hunts or battles. East of camp is a well-known flower patch that blooms each year called The Sun Patch. It provides the medicine cat with some flowery herbs and decorations for CycloneClan cats. Additionally, CycloneClan cats know flowers attract bees, and the bravest of them follow the pollinators back to their hive to collect honeycomb for kits. Their territory stretches beyond the Thunderpath to the top of the cliffs overlooking the coast, but the territory is rarely used due to the obvious dangers. To the west is the river, where interactions with RumbleClan are common.

RumbleClan

RumbleClan Camp is made out of an eroded sinkhole. Gaps in the hard earth and thick bushes allow for dens for the nursing queens, apprentices and warriors. A ring of thickets and pine trees make it difficult to attack the camp from above the sinkhole, making it one of the most protected out of the other Clan camps.

RumbleClan territory consists of shorter grasslands, forests, and rocky terrain. The range of different areas makes for various hunting skills, with some warriors preferring the open terrain while others hunt in the undergrowth. To the northeast of camp lies the Rabbit Hills. Apprentices are taken there to learn how to hunt rabbits in the abandoned burrows, and taught how to tell if a predator has moved in. The Sun Stones are a cluster of stones near the river in the east. They make for a relaxing spot during the warmer seasons, and a good place to find small prey. Like CycloneClan, they also have a patch of territory past the Thunderpath to the south, but it is patrolled with caution.

Miscellaneous

The Gathering Tree: A tall, gnarled oak tree that stands close to the river, surrounded by stones. The Clan cats have used this place as a gathering site for generations, discussing clan news under the truce of a Full Moon.

Star’s Rest: Star's Rest is a small meteor crashsite. The meteor is still there, nestled in the earth. Cats who come to Star’s Rest press their nose against the warped stone before falling asleep close to it, where they then meet with their StarClan ancestors. The Elders share many different tales as to what the meteor is and how it got there, ranging from the meteor being a piece of the moon carved by StarClan themselves, to an exiled StarClan spirit imprisoned in stone

The Thunderpath: A long stretch of road that cuts through RumbleClan and CycloneClan’s southern territories. Monsters don’t pass by often, so cats don’t completely avoid it. However, it is no less dangerous and has taken more than one life in the past.

The Burn: The former territory belonged to BlazeClan. In its prime, it was a lush, green forest filled with undergrowth and strong trees. Perfect for BlazeClan cats, who were adept climbers and stalkers. However, a fire had mysteriously started in the forest, and spread quickly. BlazeClan was swallowed up in the flames, and all that remained were ashes. While the forest is starting to regrow in time, the damage is severe, and there will be less tree cover than there used to be. CycloneClan has been eyeing the territory as of late…

[we-are-dogclan]

HI UHHH ITS MAP TIME?

clan territories map -> Dogclan territory map -> Dogclan camp map

if you have any questions about anything lemme know 👍👍

[forestclan-clangen]

Yes, I want to see the concept or map 🗺️ design of what forestclan camp or the world on this universe could potentially look like. ^^

Welp, here's a picture of it taken with my phone. It's a very VAGUE idea I will say. Most of the landmarks are what we CAN see in GHE's Lethal Omen game, and there will be a lot of things left up to interpretation. This is more of a vague idea of where I think things are, and distance may not be accurate. But hey, enjoy my crappy map lmao

[coyoteclan]

There are 330 following this blog now HI

Thought I'd share some territory concepts I've been working on! Both for Coyoteclan and a second clangen blog I've been debating, which is set in the wild west :)

I'll write a little blurb for each little area under the cut for those curious about these locations (and separate images)

Coyoteclan

Fallen-Tree Coyoteclan's Leader den and clan meeting place. The tree is ancient and hollow, the entrance coated in the scratches of long-gone cats. The Leader calls meetings from atop the tree, while the deputy sits on the rocks below.

Thunder River A small collection of waterfalls that eventually lead to the sea. From here, you can hear an ominous, melodic sound coming from the beach.

Graves of the Fallen The resting place for Coyoteclan cats. Coyoteclan prefer to commune with their dead here, but still go with the other healers during halfmoon.

Sweetwater Wilds

Trail of Blood Untamed land filled with bandits and danger. Not only are there plenty of predatory animals living here, but it's a popular hiding place for many outlaws.

Canyon of Stars A place for communing with the stars. Sheriffs and Healers visit often for guidance, though some bandits are known to come here in secret.

Hareshade's Dawn Not really a place but this is the Sheriff of Sweetwater Wilds lol I really like her but she's SO TRANSPHOBIC she is BULLYING the only trans cat in the clan and I cannot stop her

[rootclan-files]

Hi an update is coming eventually i am just crammed w school and life but have a figstar who is relieved that i only have 1 moon 3 page left

[kirisclangen]

Cicadashine

She/her, 132 moons, cis molly

[cascadeclangen]

Oh no, Para is procrastinating on cascadeclan with… cascadeclan.

The four clans of this land are Blazeclan, Iceclan, Cascadeclan, and Whisperclan.

Cascadeclan territory:

The Camp - Cascadeclan’s camp is located in a cave system behind a waterfall, accessible through a path that leads up the steppes to it. Clan meetings are hosted in a side cave with a skylight, mini waterfall, and a small pool of water. All the nests are together in one cave, aside from those in the medicine den for the sick and injured. The medicine cats only sleep there when they have ill clanmates to look after.

6. The Upper Steppes - much of Cascadeclan’s land is significantly lower than the other clans. Instead of dropping down in a single cliff or being a steady slope, there are tiered sections marking past flood levels and eroding of the ground.

7. The Islands - at the base of the steppes, the various waterfalls all flow into a basin with many small islands. The land is somewhat swampy from the seasonal flooding, but also rich and fertile for plant life. They also provide good locations for fishing.

8. The Lower Grove - Marking a portion of the boundary between Blazeclan and Cascadeclan is a grove of aspen trees. While not Cascadeclan’s main source of food, the forest is vital when the island basin freezes over, and again later when the snowmelt floods much of their territory. A thunderpath runs between the edge of the trees and Blazeclan, before looping further into the trees and back out of clan territory.

Blazeclan territory:

The Camp - Blazeclan nests in a clearing in a field of heather and brambles. The prickly plants act as a natural defense, with the entrance hidden behind a winding maze. Blazeclan’s dens have loosely woven walls to let in breezes for the intense heats of greenleaf, but thick roofs to keep out snow and rain during the colder moons.

1. The Heather Field - Hiding the camp away, the heather field is a dense weave of its namesake flower, and other prickly foliage. The naturally formed animal trails make for a difficult to traverse terrain, but once one learns the layout, they are perfect for hunting rabbits and smaller rodents.

2. The rest of Blazeclan’s land is pretty homogenous, rolling grassy hills that turn scorching and dry during greenleaf. Wildfires aren’t uncommon to see, during which Blazeclan often takes shelter in the gathering hollow, or with Cascadeclan in extreme situations.

Iceclan territory:

The Camp - Iceclan’s camp is carved directly into the ice and rock that makes up the face of the glacier their name comes from. All of the floor of the camp has been packed with leaf litter, dried prey pelts, and moss to insulate against the ice’s inherent chill. The prey pit is left untouched however, as the Iceclan cats learned it lasted longer in direct contact with the ice. Like Cascadeclan, all of Iceclan sleep communally to stave off the freeze of their camp.

3. The Snow Fields - the surface of the glacier. Snow, ice, and rock stretch out into the mountains, with deadly crevasses gouged into it’s surface. Unsuspecting cats could fall down into these, in which it is almost always a death sentence.

4. The Glacial Face & The Runoff Plains - The face of the glacier is riddled with caves and tunnels that snowmelt pours out from every season but leafbare. The brittle ice that much of it is made of can crumble off, a danger to anyone walking below. The runoff plains are a field of nutrient rich soil and grasses, fed by the minerals that the glacier has picked up over time. Herbs grow thickly here, vital to Iceclan when so much of their territory is inhospitable to plant life.

Whisperclan territory

Whisperclan Camp - Whisperclan set up on a plateau in their woodland, with the only entrance being a hollowed tree with a soil ramp inside. Thorn bushes grow up the edges of the plateau and form a natural barrier, with less thorny bushes forming the dens. Careful weaving of the branches has made the dens completely waterproofed over many seasons, and cats tend to decorate their living spaces with pretty rocks, plants, and feathers.

10. The High Aspens - The entirety of Whisperclan’s claimed land is an aspen forest, a much larger, older forest than the lower grove. Fog pools between the trees every night, and even lingering through the colder days of leafbare. Whisperclan’s foliage is filled with a diverse array of prey, though they have the second lowest access to medicinal herbs in comparison to Iceclan’s runoff flats and Cascadeclan’s mini marshlands.

11. The Foothills - The aspens stretch right up to the mountains, where the trees grow sparser and the ground rockier. Whisperclan tends not to head this way as often, not suited to the mountain environment in the ways Iceclan is.

Neutral Territories

5. The Gathering Hollow & Star Spire - The clans hold gatherings in a hollow just above the steppes, and set into the runoff flats of Iceclan. A tunnel leads down from the hollow, connecting to a cave system that leads to the Star Spire. With such close proximity to Cascadeclan’s cave systems, it is theorized they connect, however the unstable nature of these peripheral tunnels discourages exploration.

9. The Mountains - Past Iceclan and Cascadeclan, the mountains rise up into a jagged skyline. A group of cats is claimed to live in the mountains, but they haven’t been sought out. According to stories passed down by elders, the founder of the clans came from the mountains. An apprentice who fell during a journey, washed out of the mountains and into what became Cascadeclan.

[turkeypawed]

THE GREAT FEAR | Prologue

Clans of the Waste Masterpost is HERE! Please review applicable TWs.

MOON 79, 15TH DAY

ROCKCLAN CAMP, SUNDOWN

“We really shouldn’t all be outside like this.”

“Especially after dark.”

“What was that noise?”

“What noise?”

“Alright, everyone!” a sandy brown tabby she-cat trilled, weaving through the crowd of her assembled Clanmates. “We’re almost ready to start. Where’s Whisperfur?”

“In her den,” an elderly silver and black tom muttered, his gold eyes gleaming in the shadows. He and the other elders gathered beneath a jutting outcrop of rock. “Where we all should be.”

“Ignore Coaldapple,” one of the other elders, Chervilfeather, rumbled. He flicked his tail over his denmate’s ears, causing Coaldapple to let out a low hiss.

“Tell your daughter that none of us wish to die just to see her perform some stupid ritual,” Coaldapple growled, his hackles raising. Silence fell around the camp, some cats looked at each other with agreement, others with exasperation at the grumpy old elder.

Volereader wove her way through the throng of cats until she stood in front of Coaldapple. She seemed unoffended. “It’s not a ritual, it’s a ceremony. And you know just as well as anyone, we need something to celebrate these days.”

“Can we not celebrate from inside our dens?” Coaldapple grumbled. “Don’t blame me when the smell all of us out here attract one of those damned Creatures.”

An uneasy feeling rippled through the gathered cats. Tails fluffed up; hackles begun to raise.

“Nevermind that!” Volereader meowed, turning away from the elders and bounding over to the clearing at the center of the camp. “Will someone fetch Whisperfur? It’s time to start.”

An apprentice darted away, leaping up the muddy cliffside with the agility of youth. The RockClan camp was situated on a rock-and-clay cliffside, on a slightly-sloped plateau that had been cleaved from the greater cliff by what must’ve been unnatural forces- or Twolegs. Their dens tunneled deep into the soft earth, connected by a network of well-trodden paths. A small, central clearing had been created by packing dirt and rocks into a platform. During the mid-morning, dazzling sunlight hit the camp directly, and large, flat rocks all around the cliffside provided great sunning spots. Now, in the dusky post-sunset air, the only light was from fireflies that danced just out of reach of the Clan cats.

“Ah!” Volereader chirped, her tufted ears pricking as the sound of clattering stones foretold Whisperfur’s arrival.

The dark gray she-cat picked her way down the cliffside, burdened by her rounded belly. The long white fur of her legs and underside was stained orange with clay and clumps of dirt were caught in her claws, as if she had been digging. Her yellow eyes scanned the assortment of gathered cats, first looking at the fireflies, then at the crowd, then at Volereader, standing beside a pile of flowers, practically bouncing on her paws.

Whisperfur made as if to turn away, but behind her, an orange tabby tom bound up and nudged her on. He whispered something in her ear and she sighed before leaping down the last couple mice-lengths of cliffside to stand in the clearing.

“Excellent, let’s begin!” Volereader mewed. “Peakwind, stand over there, and… can the Council come over to this side, and stand with Logstar?”

Cats slipped past one another, trading places, until Volereader was satisfied with the order.

“Can we get started already?” a striking golden-brown tabby tom grumbled. He sat with the other two Councilmembers, beside Logstar.

“Calm down, Hollowfur,” another of the Councilmembers mewed, blinking encouragingly at Volereader. “This is an important moment for the Clan. We need something to bring us all together. Have some respect for our Lorekeeper.”

“You only say that because it is your sister’s ceremony,” Hollowfur grumbled, but tucked his paws beneath his chest, as if he intended to remain in place despite his protests.

Volereader began to look nervous, her eyes flickering doubtfully around the camp.

“Now what?” Whisperfur mewed, sitting with her back to the crowd, facing Volereader, the Council and Speaker, and her mate, Peakwind.

“Okay, yes,” Volereader mumbled, and then furrowed her brow, as if trying to remember something. “Right. Okay, we are all gathered here today to celebrate the creation of new life, the beauty of motherhood, and the gift to the Clan that is a litter of kits!”

Peakwind’s emerald eyes shone with pride as he gazed upon his mate. Whisperfur shifted uncomfortably under the attention, her dark gray ears swiveling as she tried to take in all of the sounds- murmurs of support and agreement, and a little bit of scattered laughter.

“The bearing of kits is always something to honor,” Volereader continued, unperturbed by her Clanmates’ judgement and skepticism. “By gathering here under the spirits of our Ancestors, we pray to them to ensure a healthy pregnancy, and a safe birth, for Whisperfur, and her kits.”

The Lorekeeper picked up a white blossom, and dipped it in a small nut husk that was full of sticky tree sap. She carefully placed it near the base of Whisperfur’s tail. She continued placing sap-dipped flowers all around Whisperfur’s tail until she reached the tip. Volereader stepped back to admire her work, and swished her own sandy brown tail with satisfaction.

“Um… right! Whisperfur’s tail has been adorned with flowers to signify the creation of new life! May you and your kits have long, happy lives.”

“Hah!” someone shouted from the crowd. Volereader snapped her head around, trying to pinpoint who had said it, but couldn’t. A rare moment of anger flashed across her hazel eyes.

“Thank you, Volereader. Your ceremony was beautiful.” Whisperfur mewed, in an attempt to placate the poor Lorekeeper.

Sufficiently distracted, Volereader turned to Whisperfur and purred as she touched noses with the she-cat. Rainhawk stood from his place among the council and stepped forward to rub his head against Whisperfur’s. Bashfully, Whisperfur endured the affection. She glanced over the top of Rainhawk’s head and made eye contact with her mate, Peakwind. The orange tabby Healer looked on encouragingly.

“Oh, I almost forgot! We’re all to feast now!” Volereader exclaimed. It seemed to be an idea the rest of the crowd could get behind- tails shot up in excitement, anticipatory mews broke the awkward silence that had settled over camp previously. “Hunters, if you would… as we discussed?”

Having heard their cue, the youngest Hunters picked their way over to the storage den and pulled out one dry husk each. The carrying devices were shaped like acorn shells, but larger, and made from prey pelts sewn around sticks or bones, to maintain the concave shape of the object. Handles, made from dried grasses or from the dried innards of larger prey, allowed the cats to carry the husks with ease. The Hunters gripped the twisted handles in their mouths and trotted out of camp, to the Pits, to retrieve prey for the Clan.

The crowd broke up into smaller social groups as they waited for the Hunters to return with the feast. The apprehension about being outside seemed to fade as each cat’s mouth watered with the prospect of freshly-slaughtered prey from the Pits. Whisperfur and Peakwind settled down along the outskirts of the clearing. The expectant queen curled her flower-adorned tail around her paws, seeming to admire it now that she was out mostly of sight of her Clanmates.

Stormspeckle returned first, her dry husk swinging and thumping her in the chest with each bounding stride she took. The black tabby trotted up to Whisperfur and placed the husk before her, presenting a heap of still-warm prey. Whisperfur sifted through the pile, until she found a small quail. Peakwind chose next, selecting a plump mouse.

The other Hunters that had gone to collect prey returned. The Clan had separated into their social castes: the Speaker, Council, and Healers all congregated at one end of the clearing, while the Fighters, Hunters, Makers, and then the Elders separated into their respective groups. Milkface, a cream and black tabby she-cat, trotted over to the Speaker’s group, where each cat selected their prey in order of ranking. Cragwhistle, a dark gray tabby she-cat, presented her husk full of prey to the Fighters, and then to the Hunters, and then to the Makers. Stormspeckle brought her husk to the Elders, and then set it down in the middle of the clearing so that any cat who had not been able to select their prey yet could come and do so.

A few of the younger Makers came up to pick through the last dregs of prey- the smallest, squished ones that had been at the bottom of the husk. After everyone had eaten, leftover prey would be torn apart and the meat would be laid out to dry in the sun, while the innards of the animals would be picked over by the Makers and turned into whatever useful items they could come up with.

Volereader nibbled at her shrew as she studied the cats of her Clan. All traces of their reluctance to participate in the ceremony had been washed away by the feast. A prickle of embarrassment washed over the she-cat as she thought about how many cats had been skeptical, and hostile, about the idea of her ceremony. She had just wanted to do something to bring the Clan together again! She kneaded her paws in the dirt in frustration, churning up the soft reddish-brown clay.

She looked up as the lumbering steps of her father, Chervilfeather, grew closer. The elderly tom rasped his tongue over her forehead affectionately, something he hadn’t done since she was a young apprentice, before slowly settling down beside her. He moved with great care, as if the chilly leaf-fall evening had aggravated his sore joints.

Volereader leaned into the warmth of her father’s pelt and closed her eyes for a moment. She tried to let the feelings of anxiety seep out of her and into the earth through her still-kneading paws.

“I just wanted to start a new tradition,” Volereader blurted out, opening her eyes and glancing at her father, who was watching the Clan with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. “After everything that has happened, and changed, I thought…”

“You want to prove yourself,” Chervilfeather guessed.

“I guess,” Volereader mumbled, feeling defeated. “I know that not everyone thinks I should be the Lorekeeper, since Milkweedmist died before my training was finished.”

“You’re just as good a Lorekeeper as Milkweedmist was,” Chervilfeather insisted. “The Clan is scared right now. Emotions and tensions are high, and they are projecting their insecurities onto other things. If times weren’t as they are, no one would think twice about you being fit to be Lorekeeper.”

“Ceremonies have always been so important in Clan life, to all the Clans,” Volereader explained. “Apprenticing ceremonies, Healers being accepted by StarClan, all of that. The Clans have changed so much recently, I thought new traditions would help everyone feel more secure in our ways.”

“They will, once everyone allows them to,” Chervilfeather rumbled. “I’ve been around since RockClan was formed, and every change, no matter how small, was met with skepticism like this.”

Volereader purred in acknowledgement, and gratitude. She wished she could convince herself that her father was right, but her pelt still prickled with insecurity. She looked up from her half-finished meal and observed her Clanmates again. They were all finishing their meals and depositing the remains of their prey on the flat rocks above the Warriors’ den, near the Firepit. The lowest-rank Makers, Dropletlaurel and Alpinespots, were sitting there sorting the prey and tearing off usable parts.

“Did anyone hear that?” a long-haired, white she-cat yelled. She was sitting on the rocks above the Elders’ den, her white tufted ears pricked as she gazed out into the territory below with her sightless eyes.

“Hear what?”

“Is a Creature coming?”

“If Pranceowl heard something, one must be!”

“Pranceowl has the best hearing in the Clan, you don’t have to tell me twice!”

The Cats of RockClan quickly dropped off the rest of their prey to the Makers, who shoved it into crevasses within the rocks. Then they dove into their dens, burrowing deep into the tunnels within and below the rock formations.

Chest tightening with terror, Volereader helped nose Chervilfeather to his paws and escorted him to the Elders’ den at the bottom of the camp. She followed him inside, taking one last look around camp before she did so. She still didn’t hear or smell anything, and part of her doubted that what Pranceowl had heard had been a Creature, anyway, but she didn’t want to be the one to find out.

“Bed down with me tonight,” Chervilfeather rasped. “My denmates don’t mind, do they?”

Coaldapple grunted in what sounded more like annoyance than agreement, but didn’t argue. Mudfreckle shook her head kindly, and Curlewfoot shifted over to give Volereader room to curl up beside her father. She circled around on his bed of moss and rabbit down, curling up with her head resting on her paws, eyes and ears trained on the entrance of the den.

Though no one said it, Volereader knew that none of the Elders, nor any other cats within the camp, would sleep for some time yet, lest a Creature really have its sights set on the camp. Maybe having everyone outside for the ceremony had been a bad idea, Volereader worried. The scent of cats could have attracted a Creature, not to mention the smell of the prey.

Stop catastrophizing, she told herself. No Creature had come into the camp before, and it was unlikely one would ever, with so many cats around.

Volereader shut her eyes and let sleep overcome her.

Somewhere, not so far away, Something opened its eyes. And its eyes. And its eyes. And its other eyes.

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[selestial-skies]

It’s Map Time!!! We have the Black and White Version that is more canon Warriors map styled and the colored one!!!

[waydowninwastetown]

Interior of Droughtclan camp can currently hold 8 cats comfortably, or 15 cats at maximum capacity. Dustyshiver has plans to expand.

Warrior den is a large, round room, partially collapsed. Floor is smooth, with no change in texture except at the edges, where there are grooves in the floor. One can imagine fluid flowing through these grooves when the ruins where inhabited. Food storage is large and airy. The dirt floor can become dusty if not regularly cleaned. Trainee den is a mostly collapsed hallway.

Medic den can hold 5 injured cats. Floor is brick, with painted walls depicting a large, geometric mural.

Hall to nursery is at decreasing slope, with a smooth, brick floor.

[we-are-dogclan]

hi guysss updated map for funsies

[queenmoth2]

Welcome to the MatronClans !!

I’m @Queenmoth. This is my matriarchal clans on the expended version; these clans do have toms, but they’re the last in the hierarchy. This would make for a more exciting play-through.

The Clans

HyenaClan: Strict and Hot-headed (Allegiances)

LionClan: Friendly and Respectful (Allegiances)

FangtoothClan: Strange and Spiritual (Allegiances)

TermiteClan: Distant and Monarchal (Allegiances)

Lore:

It was a rural coastal beach with a lot of cats around; the group started to form over time until we got the recent four clans in the area. These cats became matriarchal and that is how the story goes.