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A casual Clangen sideblog in which I’ll be documenting MorningClan, a group of cats settled in the ruins of an ancient twoleg civilization.

─── Expect art, lore dumps, oneshots, quotes, aesthetics, and whatever else my heart desires.

─── Lore Page (leadership, history, family tree, etc)

Run by Morgan ( adult, she/her )

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veilstar fisheye 👁️

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almondstar and nectarjaw, the girls of all time

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the family tree had to be made…. look at what i’m dealing with here. idk who tf is related anymore bro. four cats have 16 cousins. help

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i lied like 13/16 of the cousins are dead now so 🤍 #freed

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me when cliffstar

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a little piece i wrote about my beloved guppyspot <3 takes place during moon one! this series can also be found on ao3.

Guppyspot still smelled the foul stench of badger breath hot on her tail, nipping at limbs askew as she drove her way through the burrow, exploding through dust and the angry creature’s screams to face Cottonstar, Peachpaw, and Oakpaw.

They’d been less than impressed at the spectacle, Peachpaw and Oakpaw muttering jabs at their oh-so-stellar deputy on the walk back home, and with Cottonstar’s sharp gaze on her, Guppyspot wanted nothing more than to crawl right out of her skin. Nonetheless, she put on a brave face, one paw after another, pretending that it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She wasn’t sure that actually did any wonders, though, at least not for Cottonstar. He turned away, clearly disappointed.

Guppyspot wished a sinkhole would come and swallow her up right about now.

When they returned to camp, Oakpaw was first to throw his paws toward Mistkit, and then Brownwisp, then Yewspot… let’s just say, it wasn’t looking good for Guppyspot.

She took a glance around, spotting the welcoming shadows of the medicine cat den. Only offering herself a moment, Guppyspot dove into the den, swallowed by darkness as she threw herself out of the limelight. Blinking away the sun, Guppyspot found herself face-to-face with none other than Popfur.

Great.

The dusty brown tom tilted his head, as if questioning what in StarClan’s name she was doing in his den. Shame burned her pelt. Here she was, worrying her medicine cat, all because she didn’t want to feel the judgmental stares of her Clanmates. What a deputy she was! Maybe they were right. Maybe she shouldn’t be in her position after all.

“Everything alright?” Popfur mewed, his voice a soothing balm to the mess in her head.

“Uh.” Guppyspot slowly sized herself up, trying to appear more put together than she actually was. “Yeah.” Any other words died in her throat as she turned back toward camp, immensely grateful for the curtain of lichen covering the medicine den’s entrance.

Popfur sat down, drawing his plumed tail over fluffy paws. “Uh-huh.” Guppyspot whipped back around, mildly offended, a playful glint in his gaze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped, not really meaning to.

Thankfully, Popfur didn’t take it any sort of way, beginning to smile instead. “Nothing. Just… commentating.”

“Well, you can keep your…. your commentations to yourself,” Guppyspot declared, lashing her thick tail. “I’m deputy! I can be wherever I want! Even if that’s, I don’t know, the back of medicine den.” Ignoring Popfur’s burning stare, the black molly pushed herself through the vines and dangling flowers, pressing her back against the far wall. There. She could finally relax.

Well, mostly. If Popfur could keep his mouth shut, that is. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Guppyspot snapped quickly. “Does it look like something happened? I’m fine.”

“Right… hiding in the medicine den totally gives that impression.” Guppyspot fixed him with a glare, but Popfur stood unwavering. “You can’t even deny it. Besides, I saw the way Oakpaw went straight for Mistkit. You think those two talk about anything other than drama?” A righteous snort. “So what’d you do?”

She didn’t know why she cared so much about what her Clanmates thought, much less Popfur, but the idea of their judgment truly twisted her stomach. A frown dipped across her jaws as she swiveled her eyes away from Popfur. “I don’t know,” she shrugged, lying through her teeth. “Just….” What could she say? She’d been a royal idiot and gone down into a badger burrow, just to check it out? Even Popfur would think she was insane!

“Just tell me,” Popfur said, scooting a few pawsteps forward. “I’m not gonna judge. StarClan knows I did enough in my days as an apprentice.”

“I’m not an apprentice, though,” Guppyspot mumbled moodily.

“Well, still. We all make mistakes.” Popfur shrugged, shoulders rippling with silvery-brown fur.

“Hmph.” Guppyspot grunted, tail-tip flicking back and forth as she looked up at Popfur. Something about him just…. made her trust him, for whatever reason. She hoped she wouldn’t regret this! “I checked out a badger burrow,” she finally said, sharp blue gaze pointed on the medicine cat, studying him for a reaction. None came. “I uh, didn’t realize there was an inhabitant.” Her voice shifted into something rather miserable. “I didn’t exactly look deputy-like in front of everyone… even Cottonstar seemed disappointed.”

Popfur stared.

Something worked its way through Guppyspot’s gut. Something hard and furious. “And if you tell anyone about this,” she snarled, the fur along her neck rising, “I’ll claw your face off!” It was an exaggerated threat—she’d never lay a paw on Popfur—but she didn’t want to look weak.

Popfur raised his paws in surrender, a smile crawling across his face. “Don’t worry, you can trust me,” he said, and the confidence in his words soothed her ruffled feathers. “But come on… that’s it? That’s nothing! I once ate deathberries on a dare!” he said, and Guppyspot swiveled a horrified look at him. He waved her off with a paw. “That’s a story for another time. Anyway, all you did was check out a burrow. Is that so bad? And Cottonstar could’ve told you he scented a badger in there…. and if he didn’t, that’s on him, too.”

Guppyspot hadn’t thought about it like that. It’d been Cottonstar’s patrol, with two apprentices in tow, and he hadn’t thought to avoid the badger sett? Popfur had a point, there. “I guess you’re right,” she groused. “But, still….”

Popfur shrugged again. “Still, what? You checked out a danger and ran away from it—that’s what any sane cat would do.” Guppyspot’s fur began to feel warm. “And you’d be no good in my den with a mangled leg, or something or other. I’d much rather you run away from badgers than let them maul you so you don’t look a certain way.”

She let his words wash over her. That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her…. not that she’d admit it. “Well,” she said gruffly, as if it didn’t matter a bit, “thanks.”

The medicine cat’s eyes gleamed. “No problem. But if you’re gonna keep hiding in here, at least have the decency to help me sort some of these herbs.”

Guppyspot swatted him. Popfur laughed and ducked his head out of the way. “Fine. I’ll help,” she muttered, fighting back a smile. “But don’t get used to it, alright? I’m deputy, not your apprentice.”

“Not yet,” Popfur teased, “but I’m sure we can make a mean medicine cat out of you.”

Guppyspot found herself actually smiling, coughing as she tried to cover it. What was it with this guy? He just had a way of calming her down, for whatever reason. “Yeah, we’ll see,” she replied, settling at his side. She’d much rather sort herbs than feel the stares of her Clanmates, or worse, Cottonstar’s. It was nice, calming….

And something about Popfur made her want to never leave again.

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you have your teeth at his throat, every animal instinct screaming at you to TEAR, TEAR, TEAR! but in the back of your mind you think of silkpaw's sad, tired eyes, think of icykit's confused, rattling sobs. swirling through you comes the ever-present guilt, the nausea that creeps in, because nothing you've ever done has been selfish up until this moment, blood spraying and leaking into tender jaws as cream fur splits between your fangs. you squeeze your eyes shut, 'no, no, no.' you don't want your children to hurt, you don't want them to grieve and growl their grievances — but it can't be about them, not now, not when a self-fulfilled sanctuary is so close. so you tear, you rip, you spread skin from bone; the taste of iron smears your muzzle, bloodthirst swallowing you whole. deputy to leader, rising through the ranks like you should have so many moons ago. your ears ring with morningclan's scream, the swelling of your heart, thumping wildly against your ribcage. death swallows you so fast you barely have time to react, stone-cold under unwavering brown paws. when you awake again, it's to a darkness like never before, mist clogging your vision as you walk into a nightmare. starclan has turned its back on you, you're alone, popfur and chivekit are gone — what else to do but move? and so the darkness beckons you, swaths around you, blankets you in its embrace. claws leak from their sheaths, bright blues zeroed in on the forest before you. let them have their star-speckled lands, you snarl, taking your first steps forward. after all ...... i can live with shadows.

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anyway ... Brownstar and Peachscreech leadership ig? We'll see how this goes lmao

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WELL Guppyspot ended up killing the deputy and leader (Creamcatcher and Cottonstar), Brownwisp killed Guppy as a result, and despite Cottonstar saying nothing about Brown becoming leader in his last final breaths, she told the Clan, "He appointed me as his successor." MorningClan going CRAZY

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My favorite demoted deputy, the one and only Guppyspot <3

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“i'm not a violent dog, i don't know why i bite” except everyone has it in their mind that you are that violent dog, that you need to be muzzled and crated away, put down before the inevitable happens. leashed to master's side and forced to heel, put one paw out of place and it's back to the pound you go. their love is a transaction and you're the end result, and if they don't like what they see, you'll never feel the shape of their love again. rage swallows you whole. you burn with something others don't see, something akin to walking on glass. but no one cares to see it, no one ever will. after all, you're just a violent dog.

[megthemariner]

@ryebreadgf / The Truth About Grief, Fortesa Latifi / bone deep, m.v.e / Sidewalk, Richard Silken / @fridayiminlovemp3 / 60 hours, m.v.e / @itsblackleader / Salt, Nayyirah Waheed / @heavensghost

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I AM WHAT I AM 'CAUSE YOU TRAINED ME

”I Would Leave Me If I Could. A Collection of Poetry” - Halsey/Cop Car - Mitski/unknown/unknown/"The Burning" - Venetta Octavia/@6aint/Bite the Hand - Boygenius/unknown/unknown/Bite the Hand - Boygenius/unknown/Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays - Molly McCully Brown/unknown/Cop Car - Mitski/unknown/Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? - Taylor Swift

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Over the ridge and into a settlement of ancient ruins lies MorningClan. Once a prosperous group, bordered by the proud WishClan and cunning SableClan, many of these cats were wiped out by a devastating sickness— leaving Cottonshadow, their last remaining lead warrior, to step up as leader. With his StarClan-given two lives, Cottonstar made Guppyspot his deputy, while the former leader’s closest advisor, Popfur, became the medicine cat. He appointed Creamcatcher as MorningClan’s newest lead warrior, and thus the story begins…

Family Tree

History Doc

Masterdoc

Leadership

Current Leader: Mantisstar

Past Leaders: Cottonstar, Brownstar, Gentlestar, Cliffstar, Almondstar