#dappleclan

[thegreatcrowdragon]

WHAT

[allmuneart]

Dapple Clan Moons 7-12

[bogcreacher]

okay clangen fanfic time let’s go babey home run babey lets go!!!!

Chapter 1 - The Messengers

It was night over the valley.

The remnants of daylight pooled around the horizon, where the trees of Dappleclan cut into the thick, blue sky. The low clouds of greenleaf were long gone, leaving the stars stark and glittering. 

Moorheart had almost finished the evening patrol. He’d sent the others home early when they’d complained of sore paws.

It wasn’t their fault. There weren’t enough warriors to go around nowadays. 

He shook out his fur, taking extra care as he picked through the thistle-ridden paths of his clan’s territory. The trees hung low, drumming peacefully as he scraped under their lowest branches. He counted his steps as he went. 

In leaf-fall the undergrowth was always so alive. Somewhere far beyond his sight he could hear the hum of busy insects and the babble of the distant stream - and beyond that, small creatures, feeding and nesting and chattering. He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, ignoring the growl of his stomach. 

It was the type of night that felt electric, sending his fur bristling and his whiskers to points. Part of him liked having it all to himself. 

He took a left turn at the next marker, leaping up the body of a larch and letting the ground drop farther and farther below him. It was the type of night for climbing. 

He used to linger in trees as an apprentice, to the point that his mother would joke about her son ‘with his head in the clouds’. 

“You’re more squirrel than cat - bushy-tailed, and fascinated by heights.”

Something about it grounded him. The higher he climbed, the more the noise and the pain and the fear softened, as if muffled by the clouds or the slow, dark crush of nightfall. It was a kind of peacefulness only he seemed to understand. 

Not that anyone else tried to understand. Not that anyone else got it.

It was clearer up here, where the breeze bit his ears to numbness and the earth trembled beneath him. Where the sky was so dark and so large he could look up and feel himself fall.

His fur prickled.

A storm’s brewing.

He was shaken from his musings when he heard movement below, of something picking its way through the undergrowth. 

Dropping to a lower branch he stooped to take a look. A small ways off bushes rustled, parting to reveal a lithe shadow. 

A rabbit?

Moorheart lowered his head as it crept closer. 

No. Larger.

His ears twitched. 

Cats. 

He couldn’t recognise them from afar. And he didn’t like how they came from downwind. 

The camp wasn’t far, though to flee he’d have to reach ground, and he doubted he could drop quietly enough to avoid alerting his new companions. 

He could call for help, but how long would it take for his clanmates to arrive? Certainly long enough for an assailant to scale his larch and sink their teeth into him.

Moorheart tugged his nervous claws from the bark beneath him.

Focus. This is hardly an invasion.

The cats were closer now, and Moorheart could see the way they moved, ears pricked and tails swaying. They walked with sure-footed grace, lightly dodging the brambles and boughs of his clan’s territory- Rainclan, he thought to himself, frowning. 

They were alert, they were cautious, but they weren’t stealthy. 

Moorheart raised his head. 

“Who's there?” 

“Moorheart? Is that you?” a familiar voice called. 

“Milkfur? What is this?”

“We have a message for Volestar.”

“This couldn’t wait until morning?”

“Where’s your patrol?” she called. 

He paused. Milkfur’s ear twitched. He couldn’t read her face from this distance.

“No patrol,” he said. “It’s just me out here.”

“Come down.”

Moorheart did, leaping deftly from bough to bough and only half-stumbling on his landing. Closer now, he saw the faces that made up this delegation: Milkfur, a golden molly with long whiskers and a round face; Crowpelt, a plump young tom with glossy fur; and Brightleg, a cat with cold, grey eyes that made him feel like leafbare was settling on his shoulders.  

Moorheart wasn’t sure why a message would require three seasoned envoys; he felt somewhat like a pinned bird when they settled around him. 

“Out with it, then,” he said, tail flicking. “What’s so important that it couldn’t wait ‘til dawn?”

Milkfur exchanged a look with Crowpelt.

“We found a body by the Thunderpath,” she said, quietly. “We… we think it's Rotstar.”

Somewhere far away, a bird whooped. 

“What?”

“We think,” Milkfur repeated. “It’s difficult to tell. We thought we ought to get someone from Dappleclan out to check, just in case.”

“Maybe Volestar?” Crowpelt chimed. “Or Batpounce?”

"Yeah." Moorheart didn't know why, but suddenly his feet felt very heavy. "I’ll... I’ll fetch them.”

“Not tonight,” Brightleg said. “In the morning.”

“Right.” Moorheart met his gaze and shivered. In daylight. 

“We just thought we should warn you, in case an apprentice stumbled upon it or- or something,” Milkfur said, as if sensing the chill in the air. 

“Thank you.” Moorheart dipped his head. “Really.”

“I…” the golden molly shuffled where she sat, eyes fixed on the ground. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Moorheart’s ear flicked. 

“Thank you,” he said, terser. “I’ll send Volestar to the border tomorrow, at Sunhigh.”

Milkfur nodded; out of agreement or courtesy, he couldn’t tell. Then all three cats were gone in the shrubbery, light and quick as they arrived.

Moorheart watched them go, then took an angry tongue over his fur. 

Far be it for a dead cat to get under my skin. I must be mad. 

He turned, pushing thoughts of his former leader and her rotten ways from his mind. He would check the markers along the edges of the grove, wander up the hill to inspect the abandoned setts, then amble back to camp and curl into his warm nest, safe and sound.

This will all blow over soon.

Somewhere far away, thunder growled. 

[rainclan-and-clangen]

Did a warriors clan generator, heres the Lead, Dep, and Healer of Dappleclan! They were originally called Rhododendronclan but i changed the name, it was way too long

Pinewhisker is my favorite btw. Shes very loud and has some militaristic habits

Edit: oh btw i forgot to remove laburnum's name. Oops. Yeah i didnt draw him yet

[sutxdreamwalker]

Introduction

Kaltxì!

I am SutxDreamWalker! And this is my avatar side blog!

I decided to make this blog to obsess over avatar like many other avatar blogs here and in honor or the releases of Frontiers of Pandora!

I will just repost stuff, share my ocs, and post stories on here, I already have a Frontiers of Pandora story in mind that I shall introduce soon.

I also post other things such as avatar (most of the time) on my main blog able-remedious And if you like G/t and G/t related things then check out my other side blog sizeshifterdonnie, also my transformer side blog ladysmanb-127, my warrior cats side blog DappleClans, and my IDV side blog Moonlit-Patient

Anyway I hope you will enjoy my blog and have a good time! 😊💙

Kìyevame!

[lapisbites]

HELP I WAS DOING ANOTHER CLANGEN WITH A CLAN CALLED DAPPLECLAN AND ONE OF THE KITS (IVYBERRY AND SWAMPSPECKLES KIT) IS CALLED WEEDKIT ☠️☠️☠️

their family is giant my trans boy and my other boy did good 🥺

[crow-writes-things]

Summary: You, a cat who has recently died, are bored. So, with nothing to do, you wander around and start interviewing cats. 

Fandom: Warrior cats 

No title because I couldn't think of a good one-

Will probably be multi-part 

No canon characters are mentioned. You’ll be talking to mostly Dappleclan cats, and a few Glowclan ones too.

You are bored. Tired of the plentiful prey, constant warm sunlight, and other things. So, you’ve decided to wander around and go talk to other cats.

You see a Siamese cat, causally talking to a friend of his it seems. They look like a good start. 

“Hey there bud, what are you up to?” the she-cat speaks first, very confident.

“And interview, hmmm? Well, I'm not too interesting myself, but maybe Tornstar could indulge you? He’s quite the persistent fellow, but not much of a talker really, so you'll have to make it snappy.” she replies, gesturing the other cat over before getting up to leave.

“You two have fun! Oh, and by the way, I’m Mistlechasm!” she shouts back at you.

“....I suppose we should start at the beginning?” Tornstar asks. His voice is harsh and raspy.

“Well, when I was a kit, I got washed out to sea. I survived, but I ended up inhaling a lotta seawater. Wasn’t really good for my lungs. Left me with a raspy voice and a horrible immune system. I tended to get sick a whole bunch. Couldn't even go out half the time. Silverfoam would fret over me all day like a worried mother hen. Even with that, I still caught whitecough and greencough practically every moon. Not a fun time, I'll say that much. But I persisted, and that got me a spot as Bristlestar’s deputy. She was a good leader, but even good cats die. So, I took over. Got a mate, Lynxpatch. Had a good life. Then.... A dog got me. Anti-climactic, I know. I don’t think I can tell you anymore, my throats kinda hurtin. Go talk to Melonshade and if you're lookin’ for a real heart-wrencher.” Tornstar rubs at his throat before wandering off to go lie in the sun.

[jasperflickercats]

My clangen clan DappleClan bottle-necked so hard I was just about ready to cry. It's such a mess they're slowly expanding again but my goodness...

[pastellipastels]

The clans in the river have just gotten over a civil war in HighClan, and tension is still high there. FoxWhistle, the leader, is hoping things settle down.

But the leader of DappleClan, the well respected leader FinchCall knows better, a sense of dread shared between her and DarkClan's leader as a new threat emerges that may turn the river red.

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The Clans of the River is a roleplay blog with made up clans, a new code, and new traditions with more and trivia. Our mods are happy to help, starting off you will have two cats in two different cats unless you have a story idea which you will need to tell mods.

The discord is very patient, and we hope to see more people! The rules, a question channel, and more are set and ready. PM the mods to get an invite on tumblr!

(I am one of the mods, let me know if you intrested! The art was done as a collab between me and a friend)

[themainblogofsp20]

More on my first post's AU:

So there's Frostclan ( Frostfur's clan ) and Dappleclan ( Dappletail's clan ) Shadepelt is deputy of Frostclan, and Speckletail wanted to be deputy so she salty. A kittypet with three legs and a bandana joins soon after and his name is kept. He is Splash, but I think the clan calls him Splashtuft. And soon after Cinderpelt, who was left behind ( in this AU they were forced to stay behind and Cinderpelt was one of them ) finds Frostclan and joins the clan. Snowkit survives and becomes a warrior of Frostclan. The medicine cat is Iceberry? I forgor he/she/them too💀. Anyways, a fox kit, Copperkit, who becomes Copperbreeze, is taken in Frostclan. One day a dog pup had his hind legs paralyzed by a tree or something and he is taken into Frostclan too. Moons after the pup becomes a warrior apprentice mentored by Snowkit and a battle with Dappleclan rages. Speckletail tried so hard to prove to Froststar that she was a better choice in deputy than Shadepelt and tragically dies from her wounds in battle.

[dapplecloud]

Everyone keeps complaining about my complicated designs even though they aren’t that bad so I decided to show how bad I can be. This is Lightpuddle and her son Seedkit. They are members of Dappleclan (thats right you heard me). 

[thegreatcrowdragon]

Why does the clangen give me more angst prompts than actual writing prompt websites 

[allmuneart]

[thegreatcrowdragon]

Just in time to meet the babies!!!