#Clangen founders

[hallow-clangen]

Decided to try and do this again with a little more thought put into it… so here’s hallowclan! as of right now, the plan is to end the story once all 5 founders have died.

really gonna be experimenting with style, especially the first few chapters, please bare with TuT <3

[fernclanclangen]

Fernclan Founders Lineup!

[troutclan]

TROUTCLAN: THE FOUNDERS 🐟

MEET: the founding members of TroutClan, complete with several redesigns!

Rogues that are distant descendants of Clan cats, they all lived their youth wandering the land on many whacky adventures until the majority of them became senior warriors, wanting to finally settle down at a permanent place they can call home.

(all of the cats in power are in their mid-50s)

[nimbusclan]

Moon 5 Part 1

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When Moonpool opens her eyes, she’s momentarily blinded by how bright everything is.

Shielding her eyes with a paw, she squints at her surroundings, then gasps. The rudimentary, half scraped together den of moss she fell asleep in underneath a scrubbly bush on the mountainside is gone. Instead, there are stars everywhere.

They’re close enough that she could reach out and bat them around with her paws. Quite suddenly, she’s overcome with a kit-like desire to do just that. Pounce on a nearby star, wrestle it to the ground, and toss it with her back feet. A rush of giddiness sweeps through her as she looks around, stars as far as the eye can see and misty, snow-white clouds that swirl around her paws.

Against the raven-black backdrop of the sky, a collection of stars just beyond her reach takes shape, coalescing into the form of a young kitten. Moonpool gapes, staring in shock as the cat fully comes to be, bounding towards her with bouncing steps and a pelt sprinkled with starlight.

“...Condorkit?”

“Hi, Moonpaw!” The starry kit grins, her pelt as dark as the sky. Even with starlight streaking her fur and her eyes aglow with moonlight, there’s no mistaking it. This is Condorkit! “Or, Moonpool now, right? I’ve missed playing moss ball with you. You were the best moss ball player.”

“I… I haven’t seen you since before the camp caved in.” Moonpool’s voice cracks, a sudden swell of grief slashing through her chest as she looks down upon Condorkit’s shining, smiling face. If this is another one of Moonpool’s nightmares, it’s almost worse than the ones where she fails to warn her Clan again, and again, and again.

“Let’s stay focused, Condorkit,” A deeper voice mews, cutting through Moonpool’s maudlin thoughts, another constellation of stars taking shape.

“Dad!” Moonpool cries, rushing forward to bonk her head with his, relieved to find it solid against her own.

Locuststripe mrrps with laughter, the sound of it rumbling through his throat as he nuzzles against his daughter’s head. “I’ve missed you, darling. It’s so lovely to see you again.”

“What’s going on?” Moonpool pulls back, looking between the two starry cats with confusion. “Why can I see you? Am I dreaming?”

“It’s your leader ceremony!” Condorkit chirps. “We’re here to give you your nine lives!”

“My–?”

More and more cats begin to take shape behind the two already present, Clan members Moonpool knew in life and some she doesn’t recognize. Seeming to melt straight out of the sky, Pitchstar steps forward to the front, his presence commanding in the lithe stretch of muscle under his panther-like pelt. Hovering just in front of his forehead is a star so bright, Moonpool feels almost as though she may have to shield her eyes again.

“Indeed it is,” Pitchstar mews smoothly, a pleased smile gracing a muzzle gray with age. He stands delicately before Moonpool, front paws together as he regards her.

“But I didn’t… I didn’t commune with StarClan on purpose,” Moonpool says in a rush. “I– there’s not even a clan to lead.”

“We will always be available to you in your time of need, Moonpool. StarClan is with you always. It is time for you to lead NimbusClan into a new future.”

“Me first!” Condorkit yowls, knocking into Pitchstar’s legs as she bounds forward to stand on wobbly hind legs in front of Moonpool. A smile twitches the corner of Moonpool’s muzzle. She’s going to miss her Clan even more fiercely when she wakes. “Me first. Okay. I’m giving you your first life for tireless energy.”

A gasp punches out of Moonpool’s throat as Condorkit touches her nose to Moonpool’s forehead, a sense of vitality surging within her and burning all the way out to her claws and the tip of her tail. It… it hurts, the surge of energy, and she finds herself gritting her teeth as Condorkit grins as she drops back to all four paws, turning tail and bouncing back into the group of assembled StarClan cats.

Next, Locuststripe and Frostcrest pad forward.

“Mom,” Moonpool mews, voice choked with emotion as the burning pain recedes, leaving her paws tingling, “dad.” She butts her head against each of theirs, brushing her pale pelt between their starry ones. “I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know that I’m meant to lead.”

“Sometimes,” her mother begins, voice gentle, “these responsibilities are thrust upon us, and it is wiser to let the river carry you than to fight it upstream.” Frostcrest smiles at her. There’s a slight bow to her eyebrows, something in her expression that Moonpool recognizes as worry, but Frostcrest continues before Moonpool can ask her what’s wrong. “You will be an amazing leader, kit. Stay true to you. Your Clan needs you now. I give you this life for confidence.”

“And I, a life for mercy. Tell your brother that we miss him, too,” Locuststripe adds, and both of Moonpool’s parents lean forward to press their noses to her forehead. She braces against the rush this time as it surges through her, an alternating sensation of warm and cool, feeling as though it could lift her off of her paws.

Froststripe gives her one last lick to her shoulder, eyes sad but muzzle smiling as she turns with Locuststripe and walks back into the crowd of cats.

Another kit bounds forward, a brown tabby with eyes that glow with ethereal light.

“Whisperkit,” Moonpool greets warmly, bending to speak with him face to face.

“Never give up, okay?” The seriousness in Whisperkit’s quiet tone is almost enough to make Moonpool chuckle, if the circumstances were different. If Whisperkit were still alive. “I give you this life for hope.”

Loudtalon, NimbusClan’s medicine cat, pads forward. “You’ve always been smart, Moonpool. Keep it up. I give you this life for wisdom.”

“If you weren’t fit to be leader, you wouldn’t have made it this far,” Pebblespore, the deputy, assures. “I give you this life for certainty.”

Currentpaw swaggers from the crowd, grinning at Moonpool. She used to be bigger than Moonpool, in life. Now, Moonpool is tall enough to look down at her. Friendly challenge is bright in her ghostly eyes. “You never could beat me in our sparring sessions, but I bet you’d be able to now. Keep practicing, so you can always keep your clan safe. I give you this life for strength.”

Finally, Pitchstar steps forward, his black pelt almost indistinguishable from the night sky surrounding them. There is pride in his gaze as he stares unwaveringly into Moonpool’s eyes, and something more. Something indecipherable. “You will make a fine leader, Moonstar. I would choose no other cat to follow in my pawsteps. NimbusClan is yours, now. I will ensure that you succeed.”

A shiver works its way through Moonpool’s fur, despite the lack of sensation up here above the clouds. With a start, she realizes she’s not cold, nor warm. There is no wind that ruffles her fur, no firm ground beneath her paws. She is snared by Pitchstar’s eyes, inches from her own, intense and otherworldly.

“I give you this life for protection.” He presses his black nose to her head, a sudden, violent burst of pain twisting through her that feels like she’s run full speed into a rock wall, then turns with the swish of a long tail. Moonpool stares at his retreating back. The pain fades and she feels full of vibrant energy, near to bursting.

She’s just beginning to wonder how she’s supposed to get back to her living body, back to her brother, when her thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of another cat. “You are not done yet. You have one more life left to receive.” Moonpool doesn’t recognize this cat. They’re dark-furred, with a ticked pelt and naked, scarred paws. “I am Oddghost, one of NimbusClan’s prior medicine cats, long before your time. You will face many challenges, Moonpool. Walk always in the path of StarClan, with your brother at your side. Believe not just in your ancestors, but in your own power. In the power of your Clanmates. You are only as strong as your Clan. I grant you your final life for faith.”

Moonpool’s final life surges into her, seeping through her body with such strength her vision whites out, the starry cats in front of her fading from view.

“Lead NimbusClan well, Moonstar.”

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[canyonclan-gen]

Allegiances!

Moon 1 - 4

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[horsegirlwarcrimes]

all grown up ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

[wyrm-clangen]

I'm starting to think we're cursed, tbh.

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[motleyclan]

Some quick concept sketches for MotleyClan’s founders!

I had to make Brokensoar’s pupils larger so she didn’t look so comically evil

[mapleclangen]

Mapleclan Founders!

Next

Leader:

Whistlestar Confident Very Clever & Good Fighter A dark ginger she-cat with vitiligo Apprentice, Firepaw

Deputy:

Appledusk Thoughful Good Speaker A brown smoke and white she-cat Apprentice, Caterpillarpaw

Medicine Cat:

Cragfreckle Rebellious Unnatural Senses A light brown ticked tabby she-cat

Mediator:

Patchmouse Childish Good Mediator A long furred pale gray and white she-cat

Warriors:

Snuffluff Oblivious Great Storyteller A silver ticked tabby and white she-cat

Apprentices:

Firepaw Sincere Oddly observant A speckled golden brown she-cat

Caterpillarpaw Adventurous Lover of Stories A dorsal-striped pale and white she-cat

Not to be bias but Firepaw is def my fave so far

[liliumandclans]

Sunclan’s founders!

Of course Sunstar is the leader, then there’s his wife, Forestfall, who is also the clans medicine cat

Hornettail, Rimepaw, Sunnykit and Tempestkit are all their kits, from 3 separate litters, they are the only ones out of 8 kits that stayed in Sunclan

Pythonbright is deputy, with Softchill, Whimsyfall, and Alderbracken as the warriors

Halfpelt is their elder, he’s grouchy at times but loves to fill the kits curiosity if it means they’ll stop running in circles

Hornettail and eventually Tempestkit train to become meds like their mother, she ends up dying pretty early in the game so Hornet becomes their main med earlier then he’d like

Tempestkit is the last kit of the Sun and Forest litter, they sometimes feel like being a medicine cat brings them closer to their mother since they didn’t get to know her well as the others

And those are our founders

[splasharooni]

LETS GO CLANGEN TIME: Moon 0 - The Beginning

Meet the four founders of PoppyClan- a group of kits washed away by a flood into the wet plains miles away. Their home destroyed and loved ones gone, the eldest apprentice, FallenPaw, steps up to lead them out of the dark. Taking the name FallenDapple, she guides her three young clanmates out of the much and into a warm clearing to dry. That night, she is plagued by haunting dreams of cats clawing their way out of the water, pulling her under the waves- until she resurfaces in a cold, dark place. There, she is greeted by her lost brother, OleanderPaw, who tells her that this is all who could follow them from their once bursting StarClan. She can feel his loneliness. Begging for answers, she pleads with her brother to tell them what had happened; why had StarClan punished them so? "None of that now, FallenDapple. I've come here for a reason." Solemnly, he blesses her with the last of his strength as a spirit, gifting her eight extra lives to make it through the coming moons. When she awakens, a single Poppy has grown between her paws, watered by the excess droplets that had clung to her wet fur.

[promisedclan]

MOON 1 (TO DREAM): END

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These seem like side characters we can leave to their own devices for a while. Surely they won’t get up to any antics that impact the main narrative. 😇

Now it’s time to get to wrap up Moon 1 with interesting things the rest of Promiseclan is doing! like * checks notes * Um. Twigstripe complaining about not having an apprentice. And. * squints at writing on hand * Bluekit being mad Coniferpaw didn’t play with him this moon. Riveting stuff guys.

[buriedinsand-clangen]

Moon 100.11

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[gullclan]

Riverlightning

Ginger and white patched tom with dark blue eyes.

He/Him

Gullclan Senior Warrior & Founder

Strange / Great Speaker

An odd but all the same prickly tom, Riverlightning is an oddity among Gullclan's ranks – mostly due to his seeming hate for Gullstar himself. He stays around, if only for the sake of his nephew Splashfoot, but he can often be caught glaring at the leader or nitpicking the other tom's choices, all the way down to what prey he chose that morning. Riverlightning sees Gullstar's methodology of not starting any fights but most definitely ending them stupid – letting the other clans walk all over them until there's no choice but to fight back doesn't make Gullstar the "bigger person". It makes the clan as a whole look weak; they may as well be those woven mats that Twolegs put in their doorways to wipe off their paw-covers.

Riverlightning is convinced that he would've been a better leader for Gullclan – both before the clan was truly formed, and even more so now that it's an official group. Most of the time spent with his nephew, Riverlightning spends trying to convince Splashfoot that Gullstar really isn't all that great. He can't let his sister's kit get washed away in the tide just like everyone else.

[canyonclan-gen]

Origin: Kittypet

[rising-from-the-ruins]

Is Flightheart haunted by a dark forest cat or smt? 👀👀👀

Also, love your blog! So many sillies!

tldr; the spirit is flightheart's version of her dad honeystar in her head. most of this post is just me rambling about her so i'm sorry about that (sobbing emoji)

thank you for giving me the chance to rant about flightheart. she's a cat from one of the forest clan - her father, honeystar, spoiled her, while her mother was a loner. when she was apprenticed, she was given to one of the best fighters of the clan, and graduated early at 10 moons. every cat called nepotism, and criticized honeystar for his decision. however, he stood his ground, stating that the fact that she was his daughter did not play a role in her graduation - her skills did.

when honeystar's deputy died out on patrol, he decided to instate her as deputy. the clan was outraged. under the weight of all of this, flightheart was feeling really stressed at a young age. yet, despite the clan's growing dislike for her and her father, honeystar was always there for her, reassuring her that everything would turn out fine...

...until honeystar died early, leaving her alone in a clan that hated her for her lineage. of course, they couldn't dispute her becoming leader - it's what the stars wanted, after all - but she knew that no one wanted her as leader. her deputy choice appealed to the clan, at least, but it wasn't long before she started getting crushed by the burden of an entire group of cats when she was still considerably young at this point.

so she snuck out to return her lives to the stars at the moonstone, and ran away. left her clan behind. left everything behind.

and to finally answer your question that's her interpretation of her father, honeystar's spirit, calling for her to return to her clan, your destiny does not lay here in the mountains! (that is not actually honeystar, that's a personification of her thoughts about returning to her clan.)