Pt. 1 Of @ranchclan's Ask!

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

Belated reference for daddy-o

Cliffstripe (dead): Tom, adult, eyes of sunlit ice, masked, medium fur. Warrior, formerly mentored Moonpaw. Careful, good swimmer, good teacher. Father of Fogpaw and Moonpaw. 91m (in life).

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!

🍁 Moon 2

Lynxmane is really living up to his childish nature

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Moon 2

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“Moonpaw, wake up. We have to keep moving. Moonpaw.” 

Moonpaw mrrps in sleepy protest as she's jostled awake by her brother's paw digging insistently into her shoulder. She cracks one bleary eye open, momentarily disoriented by her surroundings. 

Right. They’re not at home. They don't have a home.

She stands, stiff from sleeping on bark, her muscles protesting as she arches her back and stretches her legs. The sun that slots into their log from an opening at the top paints the inside in streaks of rich reds and browns, so different from the cool, smooth stone she’s used to waking up to. She misses her moss nest fiercely in that moment, the weight of her grief threatening to overwhelm her, but she forces the feeling away with a shake of her head. There is no comfortable, warm nest for her to return to. Not now, not ever, and she needs to move on.

“Coming,” she mumbles sleepily, rubbing a paw against her eyes as Fogpaw turns and ducks out of the log. “How'd you sleep?” She stumbles out into the sunlight and shivers in the weak, earling morning newleaf air.

“I've certainly slept better,” Fogpaw mews, licking a paw and drawing it over one of his ears. “Best not to dwell on it. Breakfast first.”

Moonpaw nods, padding after Fogpaw as he weaves through the sparse mountain pines. She opens her mouth, scenting for prey, and sets her ears on a swivel to better hone in on the skittering of small paws through the bed of fallen pine needles that soften the cats' footfalls.

The breeze drifts the scent of mouse towards Moonpaw and her tail flicks up in excitement. She shoots a look Fogpaw's way and he nods and veers off in another direction, allowing her this hunt to chase his own prey.

Creeping forward, the words of her former mentor rings in her ears. Keep your paws light. Even so much as a scattered pebble will alert your catch to your presence. She never was able to complete her training and earn her warrior name, she thinks with a pang, but files that sadness away for later. She has enough information to know how to hunt, and she and Fogpaw will have plenty of time to practice now.

The mouse she's stalking shows itself, leaping onto the root of a tree, little whiskers twitching. Moonpaw waggles her haunches, preparing to launch herself at it, but as she leaps she slips on the loose pine needles underfoot and falls short of her catch. The mouse darts away and she lunges forward, hoping to snag it with a claw as it escapes, but it's too far from her outstretched paws and disappears into a hole in the ground.

“Star-damned trees,” Moonpaw growls to herself and sits back with a huff, her tail tip twitching. “Hunting on the mountain was so much easier.”

Prey continues to evade her for the rest of the afternoon. Squirrels run up trees, voles dive for cover under the leaf litter, and one particularly annoying chase after a songbird ends with Moonpaw landing in a puddle of mud.

She screeches with disgust, the bird long gone, and drags herself out of the mud to shake her fur. Her nose wrinkles in disgust at the state of her pelt. This is going to take ages to clean out of her white fur. Hopefully, Fogpaw is faring better with his hunt.

She follows her brother's scent trail to find him laden with mice, pawfuls of them at his feet. As he glances up and makes eye contact with her, the corner of his muzzle ticks up in amusement. “Rough hunt?”

“Do. Not,” Moonpaw huffs, eyeing his sleek, clean coat enviously. She drops herself next to him in a patch of sunlight and begins to groom her coat. Between mouthfuls of fur, she says, “we need to find someplace else on the territory to stay. This is no place for a mountain cat to settle.” She darts a pointed look at his small mountain of prey. “Except for you, maybe.”

Fogpaw mrrps a laugh and pushes a mouse towards her. “You can have some. I caught plenty.” He settles onto his paws and helps Moonpaw clear the mud from her fur. “I agree, though. I think we should look around the rockier places of our territory until we find a place that could work as a new camp.”

“A whole camp?” Moonpaw says doubtfully, tongue paused in her grooming. “I could settle for a couple of safe hollows in a rock. What do we need a whole camp for?”

“Rebuilding NimbusClan, of course.”

“Oh, Fogpaw–”

“No, Moon, seriously. I don't want to spend the rest of our days as rogues. I want–” he falters, eyeing her hesitantly before continuing. “I've always wanted a family, one like ours. Mom and Dad and us, it just… made me so happy, you know? I want that for myself one day.” He casts his eyes away from her, his shoulders hiking up around his ears, and Moonpaw knows he’s fighting back tears.

Moonpaw smiles gently at Fogpaw, her own eyes misting a little. “It made me happy too, Fogpaw. Makes me happy. They're watching over us in StarClan, I'm sure of it.” She curls her tail reassuringly over his back. 

“I'm sure they are,” He murmurs, resting his head against hers. “I miss them.”

“I miss them, too.”

They sit that way for a while, purring softly with each other as the newleaf breeze plays over their fur. Eventually, they tuck into the mice Fogpaw caught, and then curl together to take a nap in the sunshine.

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(Okay so yes I know moons are months and so far the timeline of the fic portions doesn’t exactly line up with that, but bear with me for the sake of storytelling purposes)

#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."

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!

If anyone’s interested in a $10 Commission of their OC, hit me up! Looking to do some drawing over the weekend!

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as a bonus you can spin this wheel to find ur role in the clan (note: spin twice if you get apprentice)

Interlude 5-6

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now who could this be