Hiya Friends! Probably Gonna Be A Lil' MIA For A Bit, I'm Going To Anthro New England This Weekend With

SCREECHING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS lookit him!!!! my boy!!!! his lil cloud spots are SOOOO CUTE i'm going to pass away

ive been meaning to do fanart for other clangen blogs for a WHILE but i never got around to it until now.

it was really fun to transfer these characters into my style fr, anyway here's the blogs I drew characters from, go check them out bc they're all super cool

Fogfreckle from @nimbusclan i love ur character designs and expressions so so much omg

Ripplepaw from @salt-clangen which I binge read in one day and it is such a good read

Mothleaf from @nettleclan-clangen i love her design, words cannot express

Weed from @loudclan-clangen who I dearly miss already 😔

and then Moonpaw from @splinterclan i would both kill and die for this gal and I love her arc so far

I thought the exact same thing when I followed you, I was like "heheh fogpool is a fusion of their names how funny"

When you think about it, Fog's name is like these two got fused or something lol /lh

Moonstar, Fogfreckle and art that's not Fogpool belongs to @nimbusclan

OOOWWWAAAUUUUGHHHH SHE'S SO CUTE!!!!! This is such a nice thing to start my day with 💖💖 Thank you for drawing my girl!!!

i did itttt

Darkstar ( @plushieclan ) - thos is one i havent checked yet but its an adorable concept and i respect it a lot. keep ur childhood close fam especially in this day and age

Moonstar ( @nimbusclan ) - MOOOONNNSTARRRRR MOONSTAR MY BELOVD....last i checked with this blog she was still a paw!!! she leader already!!!! good for her!!! good for her

Burnpaw ( @splinterclan ) - ohhhh burnpaw. burnpaw burnpaw burnpaw my boy. my son. i am so fucking sorry for the shit thats abt to come crashing down on your life. your sister was a wonderful girl and she didnt deserve what happened to her :(

Hopechase ( @forestclan-clangen ) - another one i havent checked out but i see an old woman whos more than likely Been Through It and she Still see the good in the world....her name is apt. i kind of love her

Shrewflame ( @rippleclan ) - a thid one i havent checked out!!!! i gotta stop sleeping on some of these but either way i hope its ok i took some creative liberties with his design.... lots of fun to figure out

all in all a lot of fun! i kinda rushed the bg because i was already on day 3 of doing these and if i put it off for another fourth i would have died lmaooo hope yall like!!! thank u for tha recs o/

Is frogfreckle going to die

Until the next update, he is neither alive nor dead.

Schrodinger's Fogfreckle

I wanted to pay homage to a handful of the blogs that inspire me, so I drew my favorite cats from each!

I didn't realize how many white/gray cats were my favs 'til I started coloring this... I guess I have a type. It was really fun to color this, though - it really expresses how different all of their coats are!

I DID realize that many of my favorites are the nonverbal and/or stoic ones, lmao.

This was so much fun for me! It was a great opportunity to play around with shapes and faces and appearances. I'll definitely do this again in the future!

In order of appearance:

Rivercall, from @castaway-clan

Puddle, from @sporeclan

Cranedance, from @chasing-faith-and-fate

Erminepaw, from @loudclan-clangen

Sharktail, from @rookclan

and Milkfur, from @ranchclan

If you're tagged in this and you don't want to be, shoot me a message and I'll untag you!

WAAAAUUUGH SHE'S SO CUTE LOOK AT HER GO!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU for drawing my lady!!! She's so adorable in your style 🥹💖💖

Moonpool doing morning stretches for @nimbusclan as a thank you for participating in my Anniversary DTIYS! <3

Please check out NimbusClan's lovely art here!

ARIANA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!/ref

Moonpool/star and art on the right belongs to: @nimbusclan

Audio from: Azumanga Daioh

Moon 1

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As the two cats climb the slope away from everything they’ve ever known, Moonpaw sends a fervent prayer to StarClan as thanks for sparing her brother.

She watches the strong shape of his shoulders as they move under his pelt, carrying him up the mountain, the swish of his tail as it guides her forward, and knows that without him, she’d have lain down in that cave and let the darkness have her. Without her clan – without her brother – she’s nothing.

With only the moonlight and twinkling Silverpelt to guide them forward, the mountain seems ominous and threatening in the dark. Outcroppings of rock throw insidious shadows over them, spires of stone stab high into the sky and curve like the talons of an eagle. Fogpaw lowers his nose to a scraggly shrub that clings stubbornly to the unforgiving landscape and adjusts his course for the border of their territory. Moonpaw slinks after him, head low and ears flattened nervously against her skull.

She scents it before she sees it, the border with their neighboring clan strong with the scents of foreign cats. “We’re here,” Fogpaw murmurs, brushing a comforting tail over Moonpaw’s back before stepping forward, claw-tips straddling the edge of the scent-marks denoting the line between territories as he lifts his head and caterwauls into the night.

After the sound of his announcement fades across the mountainside, he turns to look back at Moonpaw, his cobalt eyes round and unsure. The line of his body is bold, his tail and head held high, but Moonpaw has grown beside him since their nursery days. She knows that he’s nervous, even if he’s not showing it outright. His eyes shine with apprehension.

Just then, a clatter of pebbles alerts the pair of them to movement on the other side of the border. Moonpaw presses herself to Fogpaw’s flank, body tense, as the shadows melt away to reveal three neighboring patrol cats, alerted by Fogpaw’s yowl.

“What is your business at our border so late at night?” The largest of the cats spits, unkindly, flanked by the other two of his clan members. His eyes flit between the two siblings, sizing them up with an unimpressed frown.

“Our home has been destroyed, and our clan with it,” Fogpaw explains. Moonpaw feels unsteady under the wary gaze of the other cats and wants to sink her claws into the rock beneath her pads for a sense of balance, but refrains, not wanting the action to be interpreted as a threat. “We ask that you welcome us into your clan. We’re only apprentices.”

The large cat bursts into laughter, his voice rough and mocking. The two cats beside him snicker, the three of them exchanging amused glances.

“As if we’re going to accept you scrawny rejects into our clan,” the large cat continues to laugh, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as he grins. “You’re no more than rogues now, if what you say is true. We don’t take in rogues.”

“You better scram, before we make you,” one of the other cats says. His muscles are thick, bulging under his pelt, and Moonpaw hasn’t had nearly enough battle training in the scant few moons she’s been an apprentice to feel ready for a confrontration. Even if she felt as though she could take on this single cat should she need to, they’re outnumbered. “We don’t take kindly to rogues trespassing on our territory.”

Fogpaw scoffs, affronted, and Moonpaw’s fur spikes along her back, a lightning bolt of fear racing down her spine. “We’re not on your territory,” Fogpaw spits, gesturing between each of their groups. “We’re still on our side of the border.”

“You don’t have a clan anymore,” the third cat jeers. “What border?”

Fogpaw bristles, tail lashing furiously, and the other cats get to their paws like they’re ready to make true on their threat to run them off. “Fogpaw,” Moonpaw murmurs, brushing her tail along his side. “Let’s not do this. We should leave.”

Fogpaw spares the other cats one last, angered look, and then turns tail and stalks away, calling for Moonpaw to follow. The mean laughter of the clan cats echoes behind them as they turn the corner and head down a slope that hugs the mountainside, loose pebbles clattering away under their paws as they make their way down.

Rogues. Moonpaw shivers, hastening her step to keep up with Fogpaw’s furious pace. “What are we going to do now, Fogpaw?” Moonpaw asks, anxious. “We don’t have a clan anymore.”

“We are the clan,” Fogpaw reminds her. “We are NimbusClan. And what we’re going to do right now is hunt, because I’m starving and we need to keep our strength up.”

What about the Warrior Code? Moonpaw thinks to herself, padding after Fogpaw as the terrain levels out and they find themselves in a sparsely wooded clearing she’d only passed through a couple times when out with her mentor. Will StarClan punish them if they eat outside of the camp? 

They’re the only two cats left, so StarClan surely will understand their need. There are no other cats to bring fresh-kill back to. Moonpaw settles into a crouch at the base of a tree, tucked between the roots as Fogpaw slinks behind a bush and scents the air for prey. Exhausted, hungry, and grieving, Moonpaw doesn’t have the energy to hunt right now, so she watches her brother flick the tip of his tail as he stalks across the ground, the light of the moon that filters through the sparse trees flickering against his dappled pelt.

Fogpaw works hard to catch them dinner, chasing a squirrel halfway up a tree and just managing to sink his teeth into its tail. It shrieks an alarm call into the quiet of the night, but Fogpaw pulls it from the tree with a hard tug and lands nimbly on the ground, giving it a swift bite to the neck to silence its cries. He drags the fresh-kill over to where Moonpaw crouches and noses it towards her.

When she doesn’t eat immediately, eyeing him with worry, he shrugs and tucks his paws under himself. “You eat first. Everything that’s happened this evening has given me a stomachache.”

Moonpaw drapes her tail sympathetically over her brother and tears the squirrel into equal portions for them, pushing Fogpaw’s share towards him. “You said it yourself, we have to keep our strength up. Eat at least a little.”

He flashes her a small, quick smile and digs in, the two cats pressed side by side as they eat. Disposing of the remains of their meal so as not to attract any scavengers, Moonpaw spots a hollowed out log for them to spend the rest of the night in that shelters them from the mountain winds. It’s nothing at all like her nest back home, the bark hard and cold beneath her pelt, but it’s safe for now and at the very least, she has the comfort of her brother’s warm body pressed up against hers to help lull her to sleep.

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Fourth time attempting to post this… I will try to get a page out on Friday but we will see. I’m out of town all week and most of next week :/

Moon 0

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for moon: 🌙🪲

for fog: ✨🪲

for the world: 🏵🪵

for you: ⏩✏️

my deep and fervent desire for fog to be ALIVE during the next moon....... i hope he pulls through !!

-boughclan-clangen

Answered Moon's asks here, and Fog's asks here! 🏵 Areas that are considered cursed or sacred? Your clan’s equivalent to Moonstone/Moonpool? - In their old territory that they left behind, the cats lived close to the base of the mountain, overlooking a meadow of lupines. At the center of the meadow, one would sit in a ring of flowers and gaze unblinkingly at the stars to commune with StarClan. If the night was dark and no stars were visible, StarClan did not wish to be communed with. - In the territory they're making their way to, there will be a place called Star's Reach, which I won't reveal too much about just yet. :) - Not necessarily a sacred area, but when conditions are foggy, cats believe that the clouds being down on Earth means that StarClan can visit/commune with living cats who aren't leaders or med cats. - Only known to StarClan cats, Cloud Nine is where important figures such as (but not limited to) past leaders and medicine cats meet with each other to discuss prophecies or survey the clan. On Cloud Nine, StarClan cats can look down into a swirling mass of churning clouds much like looking into a crystal ball to observe living cats. - The Chasm. Not discussed much yet in the comic, but the Chasm is NimbusClan's Dark Forest. It's a cursed area where the souls of cats who don't make it into StarClan end up. The cats who belong to the Chasm can be referred to as Cats of the Chasm, or Chasm-Cursed. Living cats can also be considered Chasm-Cursed, which will be explained later in the story. The Chasm is also referred to as the Way Down, and less often as the Place of No Stars.

🪵 What natural resources does your clan collect for tools, rituals, decoration, etc.? -NimbusClan is quite similar to canon Warrior Cats in their intelligence, so anything they may use for supplies is going to be the same as in the books. Moss, bark, flowers, various herbs, fur, feathers, etc. If it's naturally occurring in their territory, they probably use it for something.

⏩ How far ahead do you play in clangen? How far ahead do you draw/write? - In-game, I am currently on Moon 105! I meant to stop a lot earlier, but... I was having too much fun and couldn't stop myself. >w< I have an outline completed up to Moon 69 (hehe), the actual story drafted up to Moon 30, and comic pages come out as soon as I finish them! Drawing takes the longest for me, and the support of those that read and enjoy the comic helps me stay motivated, so it works best for me to upload as soon as I finish an update instead of building up a backlog.

✏️ Who’s your favorite character to draw/write? - Moonstar and Fogfreckle are equally fun to write, I'd say, but answering asks and things from Fogfreckle's perspective I probably have sliiiightly more fun with. Because the comic is from Moonstar's POV, it's extra fun to talk from his POV for a bit! Moonstar is my favorite to draw. Her round shape is super fun for me to do, and something about Fogfreckle's face I just CANNOT GET RIGHT CONSISTENTLY. I do have fun drawing his cloud rosettes, but Moonstar is just so easy to color that she's definitely my favorite to draw.

Sorry for letting this ask sit so long... Fogfreckle is INDEED ALIVE!