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[cricketclangen]

Moon 13 Part 2

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[lotusclans-luck]

LotusClan's Luck —

With their camp swept clean by a mudslide, the meek remains of LotusClan flee from their ravaged home in a panic. Disheveled and stranded, two young cats venture out past their territory to reclaim their Clan's name; but what familiar faces have they left behind?

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hi! you can call me darwin (ze/zir, they/them) my main is @cheryxshugx and this is a blog revolving around a fanmade clan in clangen! i was inspired by @/fog-and-the-frost & @/dawn-clan to start with only a few cats and build up a clan from there! moonly updates + lore/info will be drawn in a comic-esque style and posted here.

CW: this story will contain imagery like animal death and gore

SPOILERS AHEAD — a link to the moon updates spreadsheet

asks sent in for characters will be tagged as #lclasks. out-of-context asks will be tagged as #lclooc. lore/info comic strips (stuff outside moon updates that i develop) will be tagged as #lcllore. designs/story art tagged as #lclart. and moon updates of course will be tagged #lclmoon

*any fanart can be tagged #lclfanart !

with all that out of the way, here are the main characters to start!

[anaconda-clans-state]

First moon of Anaconda clan! Meet Dustspot, Ferretkit, RootStar, and Goldheart!

(Very so much inspired by @aphidclan-clangen except for the sparkle cats part, but inspired nonetheless lmao!)

(I don't know how to draw cats help I'm just winging it I haven't drawn a feral cat in years.)

[willowsongcatz]

I need your guys’ help!

I’m starting a warriors clangen blog and need your help deciding which clan you all would like to hear about!!

JaggedClan- A clan located in the rocky mountainside, surrounded by sharp, deadly rocks. Follow the clan and their gossip spreading/paranoia creating leader, a lonely apprentice trying in fit in with the older cats, a warrior who is living a secret double life, and much more!

CottonClan- A clan located in a lush cotton field, complimented by native flora and tall grass. Follow the clan and their tendency to allow non clan cats to join, a romance between two old she cats, the threat of having made a mistake allowing a loner to join, and much more!

FoamClan- A clan on the sandy shore of a foamy, deep lake, framed by the rest of the forest and it’s trees. Follow the clan and the supposed curse that runs through it, the struggle of having only seven cats in clan, the consistent problem of getting on CoyoteClan’s bad side, and much more!

CoyoteClan- A clan located in the whimsical birch section of the vast forest, sharing close territory with FoamClan. Follow this clan and their many apprentices caught up in drama with one another, their large predator problem, the mysterious prophecy being kept hushed, and much more!

HayClan- A clan nestled in an abandoned barn near the fields of CottonClan. Follow this clan and the mystery of a she-cat’s birth to two kits and won’t say whom the father is, the recent death of a beloved elder, a possibly abusive deputy/mate, and much more!

Please vote for which one you’d like to see first and I would deeply appreciate the reblogs to able more people to vote/see this upcoming project! (Thank you!)♡

[hawkcl4n]

Allegancies

Now that we're 20 moons in, I might as well do our first allegiances. This will be updated every 10-15 moons with a new post. Leader Hawkstar a golden brown tabby and white she-cat with blue and green eyes - a great hunter and very faithful in starclan.

Deputy Lightsmoke a long-furred pale tabby tom with light blue eyes, often keeps jay feathers in his tail - a fast runner and very loyal Medicine Cats Pikeriver a pale golden/cream tortie and white she-cat with sage eyes - fairly clairvoyant and a natural healer Buzzard tom with long white fur and bright blue eyes - a fast runner with a keen eye Hawkstar, Lightsmoke, Pikeriver

Mediators Rivershade A dark speckled tom with violet eyes and a scarred paw - a very skilled mediator Featherspeck a long fured speckled ginger tom with gold eyes and a long, fluffy tail - loves learning clan lore and always has creative advice Warriors Goldsnap a dark ginger and gold tortie she-cat with bright yellow eyes - incredible hunter with a dark forest bond | Mate: Sparrowheart Dovecurl long furred pale grey tabby with a mangled tail - a great climber and a good speaker Flightstorm a long furred golden brown and cream tortie she-cat - a good climber and hunter. | Apprentice: Dustpaw Sparrowheart A long furred dark brown tabby - very clever | Mate: Goldsnap Owlclaw an unusually dappled pale gray and white tom - has a keen eye and good advice Eggspot she-cat with speckled golden brown fur - good speaker and a great hunter Pigeonwhisker a golden brown tabby with blue eyes and a love of feathers - valuable insight and a great climber Nightfern a long furred black tabby with yellow eyes and white facial markings - righteous and a good speaker Stonedawn a spotted gray she-cat - clever and a great hunter Dustpaw a golden brown and white tabby she-cat - loves play fighting a little much Kits Talonkit - a ginger and white tom Elder Sharpkite a gray tabby with vitiligoand sage eyes - enjoys swimming and fighting

Featherspeck, Rivershade, Goldsnap

Dovecurl, Flightstorm, Sparrowheart

Owlclaw, Eggspot, Pigeonwhisker

Nightfern, Stonedawn, Dustpaw

Talonkit, Sharpkite, Brownfeather

[the-creeping-clans]

In a world of twisting mists and mysterious disappearances, the Creeping Clans have long stayed settled in their halves of the hallow they’ve called home.

Following the cats of Lanternclan, who reside in a warm hazy cave littered with crunchy leaves and dappled sunshine, under their new leader Webstar who’s struggling with problems no leader before her has had to handle- from their snake fanged neighbors Skeletonclan to their dwindling ranks- no star above can break in to see what lies before their kin below. All will wait on borrowed breath at the edge of extinction itself. Maybe life was never meant to stay in this increasingly dark place…

Asks are always open! Questions about the characters that cross into spoiler territory may be left unanswered until it’s no longer a spoiler, but if not a spoiler then I’ll answer when I can.

Allegiances; M0 - M12

Major Events Masterlist

Leftover List

First Update -> Newest Update

The way this story is told will be a mix of writing out events, small comics, and drawings to bring life to their world. They’re also impacted by outside “forces” of sorts (y’all basically) who may twist things around a tad. May this be through theories on hinted events, spoilers spied into, or casting on a particularly paws on case via a poll.

All decided trials are final.

I do event updates based on how important they are. Null moons are skipped over and Big Moons may take up multiple updates.

Rules that I play by:

Choices are chosen based on a cats personality even if it puts them at greater risk

If the clan gets too bloated a blood moon will be called upon to wipe away a mass of cats

Tweaking of files is only done if it is for the better of the story

Same sex couples can have biological kits bc it’s weird here :)

All lost cats will have a death roll every moon they are gone

In a dramatic enough event a leader may lose all of their remaining lives, decided through either a official trial OR random chance

[homonculushound]

Drew my first founders of my Clangen clan!

[pythonclan-gen]

NewLeaf 0 (Art below)

Bright sun twinkled like stars between the leaves of the trees as the three cats passed underneath, unbothered by the last of the winter chill left their forest home. Duststar couldn’t believe how much time passed when she became leader. It was bittersweet knowing this is what she was meant for but losing her leader in order to get here. She felt guilt in these feelings, but it was what Starclan wanted, right?

Shaking the doubt out of her fur, she bounded forward to mark the border and watch for any dangers as the rest of her patrol marched after her. It was an easy winter and newleaf was giving a promising start. The trees were past budding and leaves threatened to burst into full, beautiful wings of green any day now. Warmth of sunlight pierced her fur and she couldn’t help but breathe in and let it out in a heavy relaxed sign.

“Anything to report, Duststar?” Firegaze asked, bringing Duststar back to her patrol. They caught up to her and her loyal deputy and friend was watching her with a fierce passion. She knew the lengths Firegaze would go for her.

“Not currently, Firegaze. But we still have a lot of border to check.” Duststar mewed happily. She pointed forward, where the trees thinned to bushes. “We should make sure the WhimsyClan border is also properly marked as well.”

Charfeather snorted. “I guess. Not like they’d care if we just strayed a bit here and there.”

Duststar hissed in disappointment. “You may be young, Charfeather, but I know you’re not stupid enough to do that. We’ll respect the borders as always, understood?”

Charfeather rolled his eyes but flattened his ears when Firegaze growled at him. “I understand. No need to get all haughty with me.” He trudged forward, keeping to the PythonClan side and marking occasionally.

Duststar sighed. Firegaze shook her head. “Don’t pay attention to that cotton-brained tom. He’s got adventure on his mind and there’s nothing to curb that.”

Duststar nodded, a little glum. “I….suppose.” She shook her head to clear her thoughts. “No matter! We have a task to do! Let’s get this done before dark. Let’s hope Piperstripe and Ghostpaw manage to find some Newleaf prey by the time we get back.” She bounded forward before Firegaze could say anything.

As the sun rose higher and higher and the chill became a comforting warmth surrounding them, the patrol relaxed more and became more lax in the border marking. They were just here to make sure there was no danger after all. Firegaze and Charfeather started a conversation about badgers and how to find a set while Duststar pulled forward to sniff around.

Duststar opened her mouth to call the others when a rancid hot stench wafted over her tongue making her nose wrinkle. Charfeather and Firegaze must’ve scented it as well as they both fluffed up their pelts in alarm. “Dog?” Duststar said, worry edging her voice. “It’s too cold for Twolegs to be patrolling with them yet.”

“Maybe it escaped?” Charfeather suggested. Immediately the three shuddered. A dog with a Twoleg is alright, the tall creature will usually just call them back if they dared venture too far. However, an escaped or wild dog is unpredictable.

“We can’t let it just wander in our territory, “ Duststar mewed. She turned to Firegaze. “Let’s follow the scent and make sure it leaves. Whether it goes home or to another clan’s territory, it’s far too early for us to be dealing with a dog this season.”

Firegaze nodded dutifully and started following the scent. Duststar and Charfeather followed closely behind, letting the capable tracker do her work. The scent was so strong, they must be right on it’s tail, but they didn’t dare get any closer than they needed. It veered into their territory to the border and then back within the territory. This dog seemed to just be wandering and Duststar took note of the lack of Twoleg smell.

The thing must be escaped, Duststar thought grimly. This could turn dangerous really quickly if the wind ever changed or if it somehow finds them stalking it.

They walked in silence for so long, passing over rocky terrain where few trees grew to under the Thunderpath where unknown lands sprawled out like a wide green sea. Duststar didn’t realize her paws hurt until Firegaze flicked her tail, signaling to stop. Duststar and Charfeather looked at her then followed to where her intense orange gaze was pointed at. There! A large yet wiry brown creature loped over the valley, sticking its nose into holes and bounding through the grass, so carefree like a kit on its first day out of a nursery.

“It’s far enough away it shouldn’t be a bother now,” Firegaze stated. She looked back at Duststar, pride in her eyes. “Hopefully if it knows what’s good, it won’t come back.”

“Hopefully.” Duststar murmured. A pit in her stomach grew. “It’s only been a few weeks and this is what my leadership is offered? I’m concerned this might be an ill warning.”

“Don’t think too much of it, Dusty.” Charfeather gave her a friendly nudge. “All clans deal with dogs. They’re not a big deal.” He stretched his back legs, his chest fur puffing out more than usual. “Ah, my paws are killing me! Let’s head home before Skyspore sends a patrol of kits and apprentices to find our bodies!”

Firegaze purred in tense amusement. Duststar chuckled, still feeling that pit, but decided Charfeather was right. All clans deal with dogs. Together the three cats raced home. Their paws may be tired, but their legs certainly needed a stretch.

By the time they reached camp, the sky was a violet hue and stars were blinking into existence. Duststar could see Ghostpaw and Piperstripe hauling a large amount of prey to the pile and Cloverkit and Wolfkit excitedly bouncing up and down as they watched.

Skyspore was dutifully keeping guard on a tall rock and sat up when the three cats entered camp. He lept down to meet them and touched noses with Duststar. “Took you long enough,” he drawled. “Came down with an issue, Dust?” There was a tang of disrespect there, making Duststar want to wrinkle her nose.

“No issues, Skyspore,” Duststar said with a forced purr to sound friendly. The older warrior narrowed his eyes slightly and she hurriedly continued. “Just a dog. We scented it along the border and decided to shadow it out of our territory. We should be safe for a while until the weather warms up more.”

“Very well. If you say so.” The white tom didn’t sound too thrilled. He started to walk past her but stopped to look back. He looked a little more concerned now. “Be careful out there. We don’t need any more leaders dying on us.”

Duststar nodded, proud to have been chosen to lead this clan. She can't wait for what the future holds.

[wormclan-returns-from-the-grave]

Moon 10 + 11

Brokenshade and Stempaw grow closer as they finish up cleaning the medicine den and making nests leaving them laughing together as they wander out of camp for a patrol. Whilst out Stempaw feels a strange sensation and hears whispers on the wind. They look around and once they look back infront of themself they see a starclan cat face to face with them. They are greeted and congratulated on their work along with being encouraged to keep going as a medicine cat.

Later that night Brokenshade shows signs of illness and Stempaw cares for them all through the night. Once the day rolls around, Brokenshade feels a new appreciation for Stempaw's skill as they sleep beside one another Moon 11

Both begin work on building up more of camp so they can hopefully remake a clan one day. They speak with each other jokingly about repopulating the lonely area. This brings them closer to one another.

Stempaw finds a flourishing patch of catmint that hadn't been out in the territory before and takes some home to Brokenshade. Brokenshade is happy to see Stempaw find themself herbs and both relax with Brokenshade taking some for the remaining symptoms of their illness.

Brokenshade finds over a few nights they can't get a kittypet and twoleg they saw ut of their head. They are wracked with worry.

[budclanclangen]

MOON 3 Downypaw pulled the clan aside to go to The Medicine Den, where Buzzardbeetle was. “Why did you ask us all to be here?” Dreampaw asked. “Well, you see, I don’t feel like a guy anymore.” Downypaw sighed. “So you’re a girl?” his younger brother asked. “Well, I don’t think I’m that either! I’m not sure how to explain my gender..” Buzzardbeetle, despite being weak from heat exhaustion, purred gently. “You’re nonbinary then.”  “Non..binary? I like the sound of that!” 

(Sorry it’s short, not much happened)

[barelyclanclangenseries]

The Fall of Barleyclan

After a fire ravaged the camp, the four survivors, Frostypaw, Aphidpaw, Dazzlepaw and StarlingKit set off to find a new home they can survive and in.

This is a clangen inspired series, based on the events generated

[cricketclangen]

Moon 13 Part 3

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[anaconda-clans-state]

Rootstar how many cat crimes have you committed and how many cat crimes do you intend to commit in the future

This is it's answer, I uh, cannot answer this specific question for them

[willowsongcatz]

Will show more later, but here’s all the sprites of the cats in HayClan and FoamClan!

If you haven’t filled out the poll yet to decide on which clan you want to hear stories from first, poll is 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

[hawkcl4n]

My friend Taykirbycow (insta/toyhouse) did an icon of Hawkstar! Look how cute she is!!

And now the blog finally has a profile picture :)

[the-creeping-clans]

More Like Your Mother

Dialogue set a bit before the start of the official story. A sweet self discovery piece!

Four Moons before the first moon, on a hazy morning as usual, a lanky built white and gray cat is staring out. A distant green gaze drifting all across the woods before them.

A Forest they would soon be setting themselves out into…

The day was cold, as most were in their territory. But it felt unnerving like it never had before. Like it was creeping up under his skin. Trying to worm itself in.

Treatkit spent his whole kithood begging to finally be seen as older, to finally be on the same level as the larger cats. He felt much bigger despite him being so small. But now he is six moons. It was the night he’d be made an official alumni. Him and his sibling Trickkit.

Yet he still hadn’t spoken the things he thought at all.

While Trickkit found its voice when they were still squeaky and wobbly, he had not.

It was. Scary. Terrifying to face the truth of his heart. Especially as his pops Pumpkinpail had told him so many stories of his real dad. How much they looked alike. He didn’t want to turn from his dad. But he wasn’t like him. Not in every way at least.

He was. Not a he. A she. A molly. How much he wanted to be a sister, to be a granddaughter. He was a mirror of the cat he never got to meet, and he felt so close to his dad when he saw his face in the puddles around camp, to get a glimpse into his lost papas life- to be the reflection of the tom that every cat knew and cared for. A part of him knew that none would be rude or deny him accepting himself. Yet it still felt so selfish. So wasteful. To toss away the scraps he got from his father set in his blood. It was- it was rude. It was practically mocking! He would be spitting on what the stars gave him! He was so. So. So-

“EEP!!” Treatkit cried at the shock of a warm nose nudging his cheek.

The silver speckled senior flinched back from the sudden noise that broke the perfect peace that was the morning. Immediately Treatkit apologized profusely for the shock, even if the other cat was the one to scare him.

Riverwrath muttered his own back and a spark of guilt gripped his stomach at being upset at the mediator for just coming over to him.

A cloud of curiosity misted over the other cats foggy eyes.

“Whatcha thinking bout kid? Nervous for ya ceremony?” His voice was low but clear. With the same cut-off end of words always present in the old cat's speech. Even so it made him want to spill every thought that had stung his mind since he was young. Maybe that’s why he was chosen to be a mediator.

Treatkit realized he was just staring at the speckled tabby tom and had to bite back another apology. Didn’t want to be annoying.

“A little nervous but I’ve always wanted to get out there. To be just like my papa yknow- learn something good.” He said clearly but faltered on his father’s mention.

“Pops tells me all the time about him. Look up to my dad a lot. I have his pelt yknow! I mean of course you know, you knew him- but Pumpkinpail’s alway mentioned it. Spitting image of him…”

Riverwrath let the younger’s words settle for several seconds before looking out where the other was. Out into the blurry forest they’d lived in for so long. While Treatkit couldn’t read his mind he had this twitch in the back of his tongue. As if telling him to say something. Do something besides… stare.

“Yer papa was a selfless soul. See that in ya a lot little look alike-“ the elders' eyes looked at a particular tree, tracing it up and down before continuing to speak. Even as Treatkit waited anxiously to hear anything about his own dad.

“But ya also got yer mother in ya. See it in ya face. The way you’d two listen and latch onta things. Evens when ya was so small. Practically raised that pipsqueak myself with how much she’d stalk me.” He laughed at the memories of the mother he didn’t know much about, clearly seeing the kit that was his mom in his own mind. Or maybe in the spot Treatkit took up.

Treatkit listened harder than he had ever before. His mom. Pops had few stories of her. Apparently she wasn’t too into others' hearts like his dad was. But just like him she had disappeared. Gone into the fog like so many.

“Ya know she’d get so lost in her own shell. I took time trying to crack inta it I’ll tell ya that! She was something special.”

A smile pulled at the usually stoney faced senior and Treatkit ended up leaning closer, just in case the cat whispered.

Good thing he did, as Riverwrath’s gravely tone got much much quieter. “But the cat she became once she spoke startled us all. She was truthful. Her words were practically meals with how much meaning she packed into them. No one would’ve known though.. until she opened up-“

“-What I’m trying to say is, whatever it is, whatever got ya mind in a twist, ya don’t have to unravel it alone. Speaking about yerself will loosen that knot a whole lot trust me kiddo. Did it myself when I was bout yer age. Tacked on the title of a tom and been one since. As did yer mother, though when she was older. She came to me and said she wasn’t no son of mine and we said it to every other cat till they got it right!”

And then back to silence. It wasn’t the tense kind like before. It wasn’t making his stomach turn anymore. Instead it filled him with a kindling that’d he had never felt before those words brought him alive.

With a clearing of his throat,

And a rest of his head against the other cats side,

He said it. Just like his mother had many many moons before.

“I think I’d prefer to be seen as a molly.”