Hello! You can call me Danu/Danni, and I am finally starting a clangen blog! I've been with these guys for a bit and am excited to finally share their story with you all!
Be aware of canon typical violence, death, murder, child death, and manipulation. (This list will be updated when necessary.)
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This moon, Snowypaw will do it. She’s really going to do it. Snowypaw is going to push through all her wits and pass her warrior assessment. She’s 11 moons old now, her father graduated at her age, and her mother graduated a moon younger. Risking her dignity and passing any moon older was one fear she had, but the whole clan was counting on her, and half of it was dead. Messing up her final test is the last thing she intends to do, because it means also failing her ancestors.
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The young she-cat ventured alone through the forest. Her mentor, her father, the only cat she had left as family, followed in secret to observe her skills. She can’t find a trace of his silver-gray fur anywhere no matter how hard she looked, but the pressure was heavy, she felt like she was going to sink into the ground at any given moment, and join her ancestors below.
She was always afraid of what really laid after death, a common phobia among cats that was easily calmed by knowing that you’ll live on as part of The Wood, but this knowledge was not soothing for the pale-silver she-cat. The static idea of having no body, no senses, nor any mind to think or remember or to know deeply terrified her. If she lived on in the trees, or in the grass, or in the sky, or in every rock, or in every pile of dirt, where would the part that she identifies herself as a living cat be in? Sometimes she stayed up at night thinking about it, more often ever since the fire, and sometimes they seeped into her dreams, twisting into dreaded nightmares that she couldn’t control. And always was there a humming, whispering sound in every dream she had.
They are here, they are below, they are everywhere.
You are not one of them.
Like a breeze on a hot day that leaves too quickly. Like rain that stops abruptly. Like flowers that bloom and wilt on the same day. The voice comes, alluring, and vanishes until the next night, and leaves her feeling lost. She did not belong.
It wasn’t something she should be thinking of now. She shut her eyes to clear her head, but the voice hummed in her ears like a troubling lullaby. Every cat that she’s spoken to tell her the same thing every time—It’s just a dream. All dreams are weird. Don’t worry about it.
But what if it’s something I should be worrying about?
“No, no, stop thinking about that.” She told herself. “It’s a beautiful day and you need to pass the test, you gotta get fresh-kill… I bet I smell a mouse right now.”
Every corner in the forest looked the same. It was difficult to think that every piece of floral that seeped in these corners were once cats who had family and lives. And now, they’re stripped of what made them a cat, and left in the ground. She wished she knew what each of their names were, so she could engrave them all in the dirt and hope they last there forever. Their fates seemed unfair, she wanted a better afterlife for them. Unless they’re happy that way, but how can anyone know?
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Snowypaw followed the scent of a squirrel lingering nearby. She would stalk through the wood, her head held low and her movements quiet. She knew the basics of hunting already, but she was growing eager at the feeling of sinking her teeth into freshkill. Her fantasy was momentarily set aback, because now she was wondering if squirrels were ever as excited as her to get their paws on a morsel. She would never know what was the case, their language was unintelligible, but their minds were completely alike with the exception; One was a little thing, and the other was a squirrel who hoped it would not get caught by a larger, fiercer animal.
But this time, Snowypaw will be that large, fierce animal. No more will she be just a little thing. She’ll be the thing everyone around her wants her to be. A warrior.
She sniffed the air again, she was getting closer.
As she etched more and more to the scent, she could barely hold in her excitement. She was far from camp, she couldn’t see the entrance if she looked back, but she knew the tree markers well enough to know she hadn’t strayed too far from the territory. Just one prey is all she needs.
Her little gray ears pricked up. Rustling. The prey was hiding in those bushes. At long last! She crouched low, her haunches wiggled, her fur up on all ends. Her eyes, gorgeous and bright, were widened, the black pupils swallowing up the blue in her eyes. Her claws unsheathed, white like her fluffy paws. I’m going to do it. I’m going to kill you and bring you home. And then everyone will cheer my name. My warrior name!
Waiting for the right moment, in due time, she leaps into the bushes, mouth open wide, claws ready to grab onto little fur.
Snowypaw ended up landing rather ungracefully, with her face dug into the dirt and her paws scrambling to get back up. As soon as she did she darted around, she would absolutely die if someone she knew saw her make that stunt. But something did die. Not her, but the squirrel she caught, under her paws.
Although, she must be mistaken. Because she absolutely did not catch this animal.
The squirrel was already dead, its neck had been snapped and embedded with a large bite to it. She put her nose to the freshkill and sniffed the same delicious scent that she was picking up on earlier. That explains everything, but she was just so utterly baffled, that she became angry.
The young cat hissed out in rage. “Why!? I almost had it! I can’t take this!” She stopped her paw to the floor. “Stupid! It’s all stupid!”
Snowypaw let out a loud and irritable sigh. And then she welled there in defeat. She stared at the freshkill, her pupils had already shrunk back to a calming size. It could’ve been all hers, but now, it’s all ruined. How can she possibly bring this to camp if she didn’t even catch it herself? However, the more she smelled the prey, the more the temptation grew.
She sniffed the freshkill again, licking her lips as she imagined the taste… But something began to perplex the silver and white she-cat. Something was odd about this, certainly. This is freshkill. Her eyes scanned the little furry body, its neck was spilling red blood from the bite. A memory came to mind of her going out to the forest with Riverleaf and coming across a vicious scene. The aftermath of a hunt. A large rabbit, killed and left there by some larger predator, and the only reason it might’ve not eaten it was probably because the rabbit was sick. But the blood wasn’t oozing at all, not like how it must’ve been in the fight. The blood was dry, sticky, and blackened, covering the rabbit’s exposed belly and the grassy surface it laid on. She remembered asking if they could bring it back to camp and feed it to the elders, but Riverleaf gave the swift explanation that it could not be freshkill, not if it had been days since the kill. All sorts of flying insects were covering the dead animal, further signifying that it was no longer fresh to consume. And if it was not fresh, then it is not the cats or any animal for that matter to take; leave it. And so they did.
It wasn’t like the squirrel was caught and left there for days, it was hunted and left there probably minutes before Snowypaw entered the scene. Snowypaw inspected the size of the bite and compared it to other animals. Foxes, badgers, wolverines. The bite wasn’t very big so she concluded neither of those could be the case, but it was still a big bite from a jaw bigger than hers. It must be a cat. Her breath suddenly hitched and she stared in front of her.
Along the grassy path she was on, it was another piece of freshkill, a mouse this time. It was also spilling blood, freshly caught. She narrowed her eyes to inspect it from where she stood. She felt a sick feeling drop in her stomach. The more she looked at it, it was starting to look like a path laid by various freshkill, leading off to only Starclan knows where. Maybe that’s what this is. Whoever is here, and whatever their intentions are, it wanted to lead her somewhere. She just wasn’t sure if meeting whoever it is was worth it.
:INTERACTIVE SEGMENT:
AN INVITATION?
FOLLOW
RETREAT
Voting ended onNov 20, 2025
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Welcome to the very first Interactive Segment of TLM! As readers, you follow along the story, but your decisions can change its flow, too. You’re in control now, choose carefully.
:Rules N Reminders:
There is no right or wrong answer. You are only going for what you believe is the ‘best option’.
Share your thinking. If you are uncertain, you can always ask for help in the replies for which option to choose, and see what others have chosen and why.
Again thank you all so much for 100+ followers! I’m super happy that FossilClan has gotten as much support as it had and am stoked to continue working on it.
CAT LIST:
Hedgehogstar, from @eveningclangen
Fawnrise, from @kcsparkclan
Sparrowfall, from @rattleclan-clangen
Bumblechirp & Scraps, from @scrapclangen
Mantisbone, from @splashclangen
Wolfpaw, from @hollowhearth-clangen
Minkmoss, from @dustdevilclan-clangen
Tabbyfoot, from @our-clangen
Rosestar, from @briarclan-gen
I plan to do this again, so don’t worry if your cats weren’t drawn at all! The next moon is also in the works, so expect that soon! See you all soon!
It's finally here! First death in the clan and we're starting out with a murder woohoo
This one is wayy overdue lmao. Originally this was going to be way longer and go into more detail on what exactly happened, but honestly I didn't like the way i wrote that version and I'm much more happy with how this turned out. Maybe someday I'll do a comic explaining why Iceflash did this idk
I had some questions I wanted to edit, some I wanted to add, so here’s round 2 of the Clangen Ask Game! Most are phrased in reference to clangen comics or fan writing, but this can apply to whatever clangen/clangen-adjacent media you create!
For the cats, please include a cat you’d like to answer
🎨 Favorite Hobbies?
🌙 Heavy or light sleeper, what are their dreams like?
🐀 Favorite Prey?
🌿 Favorite herb?
🎉 Favorite Holiday/Seasonal Event?
👯 Wild circle of friends, or a few close ones? Who’s their best friend?
🌳 What does their family tree look like?
⚡️Special powers or abilities?
🌷Quirks or other mannerisms?
🎯 What do their life goals look like? Deputy, Leader, Medcat, a family?
🏠 Would they ever consider becoming a kittypet?
🐾 What do they think of nearby clans/groups?
🪲What do they value the most?
🌲Favorite location on the territory?
🌧️ Favorite weather?
🧹 Favorite and least favorite clan task/chore/patrol?
🙀What do they fear the most?
✨ What is their relationship with StarClan like?
🍀Secret they’re hiding?
For the clan
🏞️ How did your clan start?
📜 How does your clan’s warrior code differ from other clans?
🎭 Does your clan have any specific traditions, rituals, or holidays?
🌌 Does your clan believe in StarClan, or another sort of afterlife?
💥 What’s the most dramatic event in your clan’s history?
🗿 Does your clan have any important or physical artifacts they keep?
🗣️ Which cat is the biggest gossip in the clan?
👑 Your leader and deputy disappear into thin air, who takes over?
⚔️ Who is the best and worst fighter in the clan?
🐾 Best and worst hunter?
🌟 Which cat has the strongest StarClan/Dark Forest connections?
🔮 Which cat is the most superstitious?
⚰️ What are your clan’s death rituals?
🛡How does your clan choose new deputies?
🌠 Are there any cats in your clan who don’t believe in StarClan?
🐱 Who are some of the cats outside the clan, and what is the clan’s relationship with them?
💔 Which cats have the most complicated relationship with each other?/make you go feral?
🎆What do omens/messages from StarClan look like to your cats?
For the World
🗺️ What does the territory look like? Any unique landmarks?
🐇 What are typical prey you’d find in the territory? Rare or unusual prey?
🐺Typical predators?
🦌 Are there animals that the clan can’t or won’t hunt?
🏘️ What is the twoleg activity like?
⚠️ Are there any dangerous areas cats have to avoid?
🏵Areas that are considered cursed or sacred? Your clan’s equivalent to Moonstone/Moonpool?
🌋 What sort of natural disasters happen here, any that have significantly changed the landscape?
❄️ What is the most challenging season for your clan?
🪴What herbs are most important to your med cats? Rare or magical herbs unique to your world?
🪵 What natural resources does your clan collect for tools, rituals, decoration, etc.?
For the Author
✍️ What inspired you to make your clangen comic/ other media?
⏩ How far ahead do you play in clangen? How far ahead do you draw/write?
📝 What do your notes look like?
⏳ What sort of deadlines or rituals do you follow to keep yourself on schedule?
⛔️How long are you planning on making your comic? For as long as you feel like it, or is there a set end?
🎲 How close to “canon” clangen RNG do you follow?
🔄Do you let clangen fully control names, or do you interfere? Where do you get inspiration for names for warriors and kittypets?
❔Do you have any suggestions for people looking to start their own clangen blogs?
💘 Any cats you ship? Any non-canon/crackship/oddball pairs?
™️Who is your saddest little guy?
😻Which cat would you steal to be your kittypet irl?
🐈 Are there any characters currently based on your irl pets?
🌀Out of context spoilers/WIP?
🏔Lore you’ve been wanting to share but haven’t gotten a chance to?
✏️Who’s your favorite character to draw/write?
❤️ Which character does the audience seem to love that you weren’t expecting?
🌍 What are some of your irl inspirations for the lore/worldbuilding of your comic?
💭 Fan theories or headcanons you love? How much does audience interaction change the events of the comic?
🤝 If you could collab with any other clangen creator (or just want to shout out your favorites), who would it be?
This also might just be me, but be sure to give your favorite creators time to draw or write their responses! Don’t be discouraged if it takes a minute
I have finally finished the new and improved refs for FS! As of this post, I have moved in to college, so unfortunately no updates to FS anytime soon as I adjust to this new chapter! I hope to at least sketch a few and slowly work on a back log, but we are one step closer!
