✍️ What Inspired You To Make Your Clangen

A Discord for the ClanGen Community!

Hiya friends! @boughclan-clangen, @direclan, @ranchclan and I got together and, with a lot of love and brainstorming, created the ✨CLANGEN CREATOR COMMUNITY DISCORD!✨

This is a place (a Gathering, if you will) for ClanGen comic artists, writers, creators, and fans alike to share WIPs, participate in monthly events, promo their clans, and, of course, make friends! 💖

There's no barrier to entry - anyone who loves ClanGen blogs can join! We hope to see all of your twitching whiskers and waving tails over there. :3

(Clan icon made by @boughclan-clangen!)

I've been spending so much time hunched over my drawing tablet that when I stand up straight my spine cracks

moon 0

#do either have any aspirations of being leader someday or are they almost looking for another cat to take that role? @hiddenvalleyclan

MP: "I've... sort've avoided thinking about it. Pitchstar was our last leader, and he left big pawsteps to fill. Dad told me that before Pitchstar's time, leadership was passed down from parent to child, but when Pitchstar became leader, he did away with that rule. Fogfreckle and I haven't really talked about it. I don't think we need a new leader just yet, with it only being the two of us."

FF: "A leader is what makes a Clan. Well, and the rest of the cats, or that'd just be some narcissistic loner walking around," Fogfreckle chuckles. "I think being leader would be cool. It's a big responsibility, of course, and I'm not sure that I'm cut out for it, but it would be cool. It's not my main goal in life or anything, but if my clan members were still here, I'd be pretty honored if I was chosen to lead the clan someday."

being awful at sitting is so relatable tho ngl

FORREAL as someone who is constantly looking for something to do fogfreckle Gets Me

Moon 7

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“All that’s left to do is to find some more cobwebs for you, bring you water-soaked moss, catch us both something to eat…” Moonstar ticks each item off on her claws, recounting the list in her head for the sixth time since waking. She’s been going over it since the sun rose, making sure she won’t forget anything her brother may need while she’s out. “Are you feeling okay?” She asks, reaching a paw towards his cobweb-covered flank. “Does it hurt at a–”

Fogfreckle’s tail easily flicks up between them, blocking her paw. She leaves it hanging awkwardly in the air between them for a heartbeat, confused, unable to tell if he had done that on purpose or not. “Really getting into that leader mindset, huh?” Her brother mews, and though there’s a slight smile to his mouth, his words fall flat as they reach her ears.

On purpose, then.

Moonstar blinks at him, trying to remember where her thoughts had gone before they’d been so succinctly cut off. “I’ve got to stay on top of things with my deputy out of commission, yeah?” She mews lightly. Her neck fur prickles with unease as the smile drops fully from Fogfreckle’s face.

“Yeah.” His voice is painfully blank. He turns his muzzle away from her, as if the boulders crowding in around them are somehow more interesting to look at. “S’pose so.”

Moonstar fidgets from paw to paw, unsure of the sudden tension stifling the two cats in the crammed space. She runs through her mental list yet again, turning each item over in her head like smooth pebbles to see if any of the contents could have pricked at her brother in a way she hadn’t considered. Try as she might, she can’t figure out how the term ‘water-soaked moss’ would have been able to turn his mood sour.

“You’re being really brave about this,” Moonstar starts, switching tactics. Her brother is still staring blankly into the darkness, turned away from her. “Sticking it out through the pain like this. I know it must hurt.”

She reaches out a paw once again, intending to rest it against his flick, but his ears flick backwards and he pushes himself out of reach. Her paw drops, the confusion at his attitude starting to morph into a hurt that yanks at her like brambles.

“I’m not a kit anymore, Moonstar.”

“...Yeah, I know,” Moonstar mews slowly, feeling like she’s padding on thorns. “You’re– you’re my deputy! You’re–

“Could you just leave me alone?” Fogfreckle curls into a tight ball, wrapping his tail over his nose. His shoulders are sharp in the dim light that issues from the crawlspace entrance, the fur along the back of his neck spiky and agitated. Moonstar frowns at the shape of him in the gloom.

If he doesn’t want her emotional support, fine. She swallows down the ball of hurt that is lodged in her throat like a bird bone and lets it out with a rough sigh. Screw her for trying to be helpful. He can rot, for all she cares, as long as he stays here and stays out of trouble.

She stalks towards the entrance of their makeshift den, shoulders brushing the boulder above her. “I’ll go get your moss.”

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Who is your favorite sibling duo? Mine is Mink and Dawn!

GRAHH this is such a difficult question!!! I love all their dynamics so much :'D If I have to choose I think I'd have to go with Petunia and Oscypek, just because I've been thinking lots about them recently and I am admittedly real partial to a good ol tragedy lol

But that makes me curious what everyone else thinks too! So here, have this poll!:

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And with this, the end of my old backlog! kinda, this is the last drawing I made in 2023 before I moved to IbisPaint and gave up with the web version of clangen, lol! and omg I finally post this in the scheluded day; yay!!

More yapping under cut.

I suffered a relationship breakup, as long with other things that weighed my mental health i'll be taking a long time doing both Cyclone and Lunar clan! I won't abandon them since I found a really good community here and I appreciate you guys a lot! but i'm a bit burned out. :')

moonie judging my ass for not having the next moon out yet

Interlude 0-1

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Swirling clouds encircle the summit of Star Reach, stirred as if by a breeze.

No wind blows here in StarClan. Frostcrest settles delicately beside the leader she had in life, curling her tail neatly over her paws.

“She’s hardly more than a kit, Pitchstar.”

“Moonpaw will not fall,” The old, dark bengal replies. His eyes are fixed unwaveringly on the churning, writhing clouds below him. Frostcrest’s gaze drifts to it. A blurry, rippled image of her son floats amidst the mist. He pads along a mountain trail, unaware that the eyes of StarClan are upon him. 

Frostcrest’s face twitches, her whiskers tightening. 

“After all,” Pitchstar continues, “she has her brother with her.”

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