ChimeClan Tales

Clan Gen playthrough put into drawings and words Art Account: kotkamoon

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Welcome to ChimeClan!

After countless disasters struck their old home, survivors journeyed and settled at the foot of a mountain. They named themselves ChimeClan-- in honor of the sounds you'd hear at the Moon Falls.

The clan is currently 3 Moons old, but is on a break! Though any cat is free to answer any asks!

ChimeClan Life

Allegiances - Updated for Moon 3

Most Recent Moon Event - Drive them out!

ChimeClan History

The First Leader's Ceremony

Year 1 Summary - COMING SOON

The Ancient Clans

Tales of the Departed Directory

About Ancient StarClan - COMING SOON

Cat Designs

Founders of ChimeClan

Other Clan Heads

Design Folder - COMING SOON

More about the Current World

Territory and Landmarks

StarClan Meetings

About the Dark Forest - COMING SOON

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Moon 3 - A very long dream.

[ He refuses to say anything. ]

Next Moon Event - COMING SOON

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Anyways. To-dos

🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Streakswan’s █████

🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Badgerpaw’s █████████

🟧🟧⬜️⬜️⬜️ Moon Recaps

🟧⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ Moon 4 …

“A nuisance as a kit, and a nuisance even now. I must know: why did you choose to be a warrior?”

Oh yeah Moon Recaps mean you don’t need to read the past 1k words on this blog. I think there’s still some substance there but.

a lot of them failed to convey with what I wanted with some characters. Each moon will be 5 sentences max (tho some are just. 1 lol)

See ya o7

Part 1 with actual art

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How is everyone doing❓Are the herb stores and fresh kill pile enough for everyone❓I have a cat that would love to help :] their name is SkyRiver, they're a pale gray/brown mottled short-haired she-cat with pale blue eyes :>

They’re alive!!!

Also sorry if your oc is inaccurate i don’t visualize text well

Part 2 here

(^ explains the hiatus + just wasn’t sure if it was right to put it in the ask)

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woe sketch be upon ye

i’m slowly crawling out of the hiatus…. slowly……….

i blame the silly thing called an ‘architecture degree’ that killed my hand for the past few months

(also sorry to the anon who sent the question but don’t worry this is part of your answer)

[kotkamoon]

Some fanart for a couple of Clan Gen blogs!!!!

Disclaimer: This is the first time I used markers (and on tracing paper-- god they're fickle!). I also made a couple of other cats but alas... They looked HORRIBLE. I might try again in the future

But I needed some practice so… Just turned it into something fun!

Lee - @fallenclan - *explosion sound effect* i love him

Rainstar - @newt-clan - i just rlly like how she keeps vibing with an outsider ++ twoleg food lmao

Fogtail - @wyrm-clangen - hoping she gets some Ws soon QwQ

Sunleopard - @antclan-blogs - aaa she will be missed (idk if i got her design right tho-- considering the sprite but i hope it's alright!)

Frondstar - @coyoteclan - i love how she swears, probably calling Grayswan a bitch rn

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Just a little something while the clan’s on hiatus!

(i have waaay too much work rn, but i can’t wait to get back to drawing these kitties)

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Tales of the Departed

The Old Clans

Unsure how much they’ll be used in the future, but for Year 1, they definitely affect the founders’ backstories and upbringings!

When playing on these save files, I was sticking close to canon Warriors rules/dynamics and the game’s base mechanics. So…

1. Battles and Wars are a big part of these clans

This is what they are raised with. Killing in battle is not looked down upon. Killing during other times, like while someone is asleep? Okay, that’s punishable.

Was it always like this? No idea. But this specific difference in morality will end up dictating a lot of their fates.

2. Stories are a huge part of their culture.

The glory of battles, the warnings about traitors. The clans know these tales by heart.

It’s also emphasized because… StarClan cats fade based on “age” (the 250 moons in clan gen), not based on being remembered or not.

So cats will want to be in those tales. That is the only way they can live on.

3. Trust in StarClan. They are always correct.

The most “experienced” and basically in-charge cats are those who have been dead the longest. I mean, you can see everything as a ghost. To spend moons observing, maybe even helping, the living through their woes and joys… It must mean something right?

IrisClan

Put a heavy emphasis on honor

Always keep your promises

Always face your enemy

Follows dynasty systems

But a cat can challenge the leader. Nobody else can interfere, and one cat must always die.

If successful, the dynasty shifts to the bloodline of the new leader.

Main territory: the forest

Camp is decorated with flowers!

DuskClan

Emphasize survival: strength and stealth

Don’t mind underhanded battle moves or ambushes

Yes, you can run if it means you live.

Yes, cause a landslide if it means your clan wins the war.

The mountains, their home territory, can be rough

Closest to the Moonstone

Hence, they consider themselves closest to StarClan

Still, not everyone can simply visit the Moonstone

Vigils for the dead are longer and more elaborate than the other clans. They offer prey (even during cruel moons), the procession to the burial site, and the decorating of the grave.

SerpentClan

One of the more easy-going clans because of quick access to water and plentiful prey

Have festivals/rituals based on the tales

During cruel moons, the nearby twoleg place does give them food, too. Whether a SerpentClan cat accepts it is up to them.

Considered an oddity in the territory for being open to kittypets and rogues joining.

In reality, the clan demands a lot from these outsiders

Have to pass a series of trials before joining

Not allowed to be out of camp alone for their first few moons

They and their kin need to constantly prove themselves

StarClan

Cats fade based on how long they’ve been dead (250 moons = gone)

Because of the nature of the living clans, they tend to group with their clanmates. They’d also rather guide their former clan than the others.

There’s a higher order that determines who enters StarClan. No one knows who these are, but they’re more objective / don’t exactly follow the code

Honestly, it’s as weird and finicky as the main series. Like. Ashfurs get into StarClan often. Probably due to the lack of cat purrgatory

Most cats who broke minor parts of the code (ex. interclan/healer relationships) end up in StarClan but are looked down upon. Some are even chased away into the Dark Forest

During / After the Journey

Windcurl’s group was the biggest. There were others that tried to stay / move someplace else, but no one knows what happened.

The StarClan and Dark Forest cats would split based on the groups above

Some, especially the ones around the longest, would stay out of sheer pride. Trying to hold their old home together.

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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)

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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

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Brushkit's art in Tale of the Departed and the art of Moon 3 are sooooo amazing it make me so happy I love it so much

Aww thank you so much!!! I'm really glad someone else enjoys these kitties i've been so obsessed with them HSDJKDFDJKS

Also that reminds me, yeah Nightsplash is the type of aunt for this:

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Moon 3 - Newleaf

After the Ambush

After the rogue attack, Beaverspots has a chat with the stranger who saved him. Bluff is now recovering in ChimeClan.

Beaverspots and Brushnibble are unable to patrol for the next moon.

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As Beaverspots’ consciousness stirred, the scent of herbs and cold night air finally hit him. He slowly opened his eyes— well, one good eye. The other was wrapped in cobwebs and poultice. 

In the patients’ nests nearby, two other cats were curled up. Brushnibble was asleep, while a gray tabby, the same one who helped fight off the rogues, was staring at the den’s exit.

“Ey, sleepyhead,” The stranger meowed when he realized the warrior was awake. “Feelin’ better?”

“Well,” Beaverspots glanced at his back leg. It was also covered in herbs. “Not dead, thanks to you. What are you doing here?”

“Eh, got badly hurt too.” He raised his front leg. “Yer leader and Wanstreaks got me patched up.” 

“You mean Streak - swan.”

“Er, yeah. Streakswan,” He dipped his head in apology. “Sorry, what’s a swan?”

“You don’t know?” Beaverspots tipped his head curiously. “Well, what about ducks? Swans are like them, but white and have long necks. They’re from our old territory.”

“…Have ye got a weird animal name too?”

“They’re not weird,” The warrior sighed. “But my name is Beaverspots.”

The stranger looked at him expectantly.

“…They’re brown, like my pelt, and they eat trees to build dams over rivers.”

“Now, how do I know you aren’t pulling my leg?” The stranger paused, looking at his front paw. “Or what’s left of it anyway.”

“I can’t exactly show you,” He meowed with a tinge of regret. 

While he didn’t mind explaining, it was still strange to meet someone who may never even knew an ounce of their old home. Someone who didn’t know of the strange birds, or the soft rocks by the river. Someone who’d never meet his precious clanmates, now gone.

But they’re all still here somehow. He fondly remembered his visit to the Moon Falls. The lecture from his first mentor for being a handful. The pride and love behind the licks his mothers gave. The attempts of his littermates to tackle him (they never got past 4 moons). All those moments… Until the moon could no longer light the crystal.

“Er, right. I forgot to tell ye my name,” The stranger, finally sensing the awkward silence, meowed. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s Bluff.”

Bluff? Like a lie? Beaverspots tipped his head. So much for saying my name’s weird.

But he’d say that for another time— he had a more important question.

“Well, Bluff,” Beaverspots meowed. “Did you know those cats?”

“The rogues who ambushed ye?” Bluff meowed. “Nay, but I’ve seen ‘em around the area for a while now. I jumped in because...”

“Because?” Beaverspots prompted him.

Bluff paused, then the young tom’s voice grew serious. “Ye remember that whole speech before the skirmish?” 

The warrior furrowed his brow as he recalled the exchange. The rogues accused them of taking their territory.

“What about it?”

“Those cats claim territory for fun,” Bluff’s blue eyes narrowed. “They never eat prey, only take trinkets.”

“Now, I’m a wanderer— never had a territory of my own,” He continued. “But to disrespect the cats who need it to survive? Never liked it.”

“So you’ve been following them— wait.” Beaverspots frowned. “How long have you been on our territory!?”

“Er…” Bluff smiled sheepishly. “Like I said, I’m a wanderer. I go wherever, even if ye clan cats have borders. Of course, I try not to take much, unlike those rogues.”

“Still,” The warrior sighed. “If prey wasn’t so plentiful, that’d be a problem.”

“Ey, don’t get yer fur in a tangle. I did save yer life, eh?”

“I guess.”

“Don’t worry,” Bluff dipped his head. “Once my leg works, I’ll be out of yer clan’s fur.”

Beaverspots nodded, and his mind slipped into thinking again. How many trespassing cats have they missed? 

Our clan’s still small, so of course we can’t cover ever bit of territory…

He glanced at Bluff. He noted the muscles within his pelt and the scar along his eye.

“So why are you a wanderer? Isn’t it hard?”

“Eh?” Bluff blinked in surprise. “Er, it isn’t too hard. Sure, I’ve got no place to call home but… I like it that way.”

Bluff looked around the den. Crystals dotted the walls, and herbs were neatly stored along stone shelves. Meanwhile, Brushnibble and Streakswan were still fast asleep.

“There’s many things to see in this world. All sorts of cats to meet. Ye see, I’ve been to a cave like this once, but the rocks don’t glow. The fish and worms do. Though I wouldn’t recommend eating ‘em. Taste too funny.”

“But, er, it does get lonely sometimes,” He admitted. “Maybe that’s why I talk too much.”

“Well, I thought that was interesting.” Beaverspots meowed. “We never had any glowing fish in our old home, or found any here.”

“Heh,” Bluff seemed to enjoy the attention.

“Still, I’m surprised you’ve never seen a swan!”

“Ey, give me a break,” Bluff laughed. “Maybe I did, but I don’t bring a tour guide along.”

They stopped as a cat stirred in a nest. It was Brushnibble.

She yawned. At her spot near the den’s exit, the first rays of dawn were starting to show. She looked at them in surprise. “Hold on, have you two even slept?”

“Eh?”

“It’s already morning?”

“Great StarClan.”

“Well, in our defense,” Beaverspots meowed. “I was asleep for most of the day.”

“Aye, me too.”

“No, I found you awake already!”

“Nay. A lie.”

Brushnibble sighed and curled deeper into her nest. In her sleep, her dreams were already filled with their voices. If she had to listen more, she’d go insane!

Previous Moon Event - Sunbathing

Next Moon Event - COMING SOON

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Thank You + Memes

Turns out the official Clan Gen reblogged my last post AND a bunch of people followed AND a bunch of people have been saying nice things so [INHALE]

Just want to say thank you to everyone who's left a like, a reblog, or kind words! It really means a lot for other people to enjoy these silly cats xD

Unfortunately college has made it hard to make updates as consistent so... I leave these

Side note: All written moon events will have a summary at the start / bottom (depending on how spoiler heavy it is!). Thinking it just helps keep track of wtf is going on

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Moon 3 - Newleaf

Sunbathing

ey new casual event format

Previous Moon Event - Drive them out!

New Moon Event - COMING SOON

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Tales of the Departed [Directory]

A list of stories— both big and small— from the old clans. The survivors hope that even after they’ve passed… Such memories will not be forgotten.

Side Note: yes, the old clans were old save files i’ve already lost. o7 to my favorite kitties.

Will be updated as more get added!

IrisClan

Weedstar and Fogtail - COMING SOON

Weedstar and Fogtail [PMV / Meme]

Fogtail’s Challenge - COMING SOON

Beetail’s Memory [Moon Event]

FlintClan

Streakpaw’s Friend - COMING SOON

The Battle on the Cliffs - COMING SOON

SerpentClan

Windcurl’s Enemy - COMING SOON

The Moonhigh Massacre - COMING SOON

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ChimeClan Allegiances

Designs, Traits, and Positions of ChimeClan cats + notable outsiders

Updated for YEAR 1 - MOON 3

SPOILERS AHEAD

ChimeClan

SpikeClan

BugClan

NutClan

Cats Outside the Clans

no one's here... yet.

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Moon 3 - Newleaf

Drive them out!

Note: these images are a different style / a bit lower quality because I was going to animate the fight! But then it's taking too much time and... I wanna get to more kitty drama sooo I'll just link the animation eventually.

After finding traces of trespassing rogues, Beaverspots rushes to find them. He and Brushnibble are ambushed!

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“So now they’re taking our prey!?” Beaverspots hissed after Brushnibble shared the news. “Then what are we waiting for? We need to get rid of them!”

“You should know better than to rush into battle,” Beetail, his former mentor, scolded him. “We don’t know how many there are, and it’s best we get Windstar.”

“But he’s still out helping Streakswan,” The young tom lashed his tail near the camp’s exit. “We’re all good fighters, and with four of us, the number of rogues doesn’t matter!”

“Uhm, three,” Badgerpaw timidly raised his paw. “I don’t have battle training yet…”

“Still! Three warriors!” 

“We don’t even know where they are, Beaverspots,” Brushnibble meowed.

“You said they smelled like kittypets,” He looked outside. “Then of course, we’ll start near the twoleg place.”

“It’s not that simple–”

“Well, I’m going either way!” He snapped. “It’s better than doing nothing and only finding more traces of them.”

He leapt out the exit, and the cats sighed.

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“You think I’ll let you go alone?” Brushnibble hissed after catching up to him. He was a fast runner, she’ll give him that.

“Of course not,” He purred, then looked at the ground. “Look, paw prints. Do they smell like the rogues?”

“...Yes. Still fresh.”

He scanned the tall grass. They must be nearby. 

Finally, after all the reports we’ve gotten. Windstar believed they were just passing by, but after that stunt… Who knows what they’re up to!

He paused as his blue eyes met green eyes, hiding in the grass.

“There–” He yowled as sharp claws dug into his back, and the force sent both cats tumbling forward.

He kicked off his attacker and swiped at them. As the cat backed away, he turned to Brushnibble. She had dodged another rogue’s attack, and slammed him right into the ground.

Five more figures emerged from the grass, leaving the two warriors surrounded.

“There you are,” The rogue leader hissed. He had a brown marbled pelt, and a green collar that matched his eyes. “You lowlifes took our territory!” 

“Your territory?!” Beaverspots yowled. “You weren’t even here when we arrived!”

“Ever heard of a vacation?” Another cat scoffed. Her cream pelt wasn’t as shiny, but she did have prey bones affixed to her collar. “We leave to visit Nancy’s for a few weeks, and a bunch of cats have pissed on the lawn!”

“What— Hold on,” Brushnibble meowed. “If you wish to make any claims on the territory, you can speak to Windsta—”

“I’m not here for negotiations!” The leader hissed. “I’m here to send a message. You’re the youngest cats in that group, right?”

A black burly cat stepped closer. His amber eyes raged like fire.

“Your pelts are going on our list of trophies.”

Beaverspots leapt aside as the tom slammed his paws onto the ground, but he hissed as another cat bit down into his back leg. He kicked himself free, and came face to face with the same green eyes from earlier.

“Your threats mean nothing!” Beaverspots leapt straight at the leader, who screeched as the warrior dug his claws into his shoulder. 

Before Beaverspots could subdue him, claws tore into his pelt. He tasted both dirt and blood when he realized the leader was on him instead.

He struggled against the cats holding him down. Through his uninjured eye, he watched as Brushnibble shook two cats off her. She tried to run to Beaverspots, but another two blocked her path.

I can’t die, I can’t die–

“Not very tough, are you?” The leader raised a paw, claws ready to slash his stomach.

A blur of gray knocked the rogue off him. With a yowl, Beaverspots twisted and slashed the other cat holding on him.

As he stood and shook off the hazy feeling in his eye and leg, he found that the stranger had already killed one of the rogues. On the other side, Brushnibble had driven out two more.

“Tch, you– Hey!” The leader yowled. Shaken by their losses, the rogues had started to scatter. “Where are you going?!”

“I suggest ye join them,” The gray tabby growled.

“Tch!” 

He fled as Brushnibble and the stranger stepped closer.

“Yeah! Get out of here!” Beaverspots meowed. Though he tried to smile, things suddenly grew blurrier, and he couldn’t stand anymore. “Good thing… You......”

“Beaverspots!”

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Moon 3 - Newleaf

First Patrol

Badgerpaw is apprenticed to Brushnibble, but he doubts if this is the right path for him. On their first hunt, they find abandoned prey.

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Badgerpaw trailed behind his mentor. How was his first day as an apprentice? He was as excited as any other kit. New things to do, new things to see… 

But he was just so, so bad at this!

First, it started with the night before. Windstar suggested he’d try sleeping in his new nest before his ceremony. The kit completely expected the nursery and apprentice dens to be different but… 

StarClan, Badgerpaw didn’t know why it bothered him so much. The sound echoed differently. The air felt colder.

If only he could run back to the nursery– or even the herb storage! But he had to be strong. He was almost an apprentice, and he didn’t want to disappoint Windstar.

Unfortunately, the lack of sleep made things worse. He knew that at the final act of a ceremony, cats would cheer the new name of their clanmate. He’s even heard it from inside the nursery.

But standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by everyone— It was much, much louder than he prepared for. 

Did Beaverspots or Brushnibble feel that way before? 

But he remembered that when he scampered out and congratulated them, both looked much prouder, more energized than ever.

…Maybe not.

And now, there was a single prey hanging from his jaws. Scrawny. Messily killed. It paled in comparison to Brushnibble’s three catches.

He almost wanted to collapse, all his energy drained.

“Don’t worry, Badgerpaw,” Brushnibble meowed gently. “It really does take time to master a skill. Tomorrow, I have a plan to help.”

“More hunting?” Badgerpaw’s tail twitched nervously.

No, no, I sounded too nervous. He silently cursed at himself. Brushnibble’s being so nice, I need to get my head together!

"Ah..." Brushnibble hesitated, clearly showing more hunting was, indeed, her original idea.

“It’s... Just... Moss gathering!” She reassured him. “Simple but it helps a ton. Trust me!”

Badgerpaw's ears fell.

"Sorry, Brushnibble," He meowed. "You don't have to keep adjusting for me..."

"Whaaaat? What adjusting? Haha..."

Even for someone as oblivious as Badgerpaw, it was painfully obvious.

"Okay, okay..."

"But it's my job as a mentor to teach you in the best way possible," She smiled at him. "Sure, maybe Beetail would disagree... But if you hadn't said anything, I never would've thought of using moss. I forgot that father... had me cut moss first. It really trains your control over your claw muscles."

"So it's not adjusting. Just improving the training plan I have," She meowed. "After all, I'd want to continue being a mentor once you've graduated."

Badgerpaw nodded, a little more at ease. It was nice to know how Brushnibble started, but he also added a mental note on the new moss-usage he learned of.

“Moss does help the clan,” His ears perked up slightly. “So other than bedding, fixing broken bones, and stopping bleeding... It's now for training, too.”

“Yes!” Brushnibble gave him a strange look, but her smile didn't falter. “It’s still something important like hunting.”

However, the wind shifted, and the two cats stopped in their tracks. A strange scent was in the air. Some prey was left behind, but by whom?

“Stay behind me,” Brushnibble meowed gently as they approached. It didn’t smell like a fox nor dog…

In the grass, all they found was a mauled body of a rabbit. There were clear signs the creature struggled, with its various wounds and terrified gaze. Its chest had been sliced open, only possible with the precision of a cat’s claws. 

It looks like my catch, Badgerpaw shivered. Is this like one of my dreams? Did I do something wrong? 

“…Rogues,” Brushnibble lashed her tail after inspecting the corpse. “Who does this without bothering to eat..?”

The wind once again shifted direction.

“They’re not here,” Brushnibble nudged her apprentice. “We should go before they come.”

“Are we not going to stop them?” Badgerpaw asked in confusion. Was his first patrol ending so early?

“We’ll need more cats for that. Beaverspots and Beetail should be back by now.”

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