#DuskClan

[kiwianacat]

My two warriors ocs that are based off my real two cats Patches and Mary! Patches passed a couple years back so it was fun finding old pictures of her to reference.

Also sneaking their real names into their warrior names; Rosemary was Mary’s name at adoption so a nice reference.

[kiwianacats]

Some gifs for my recent map part featuring Stoatpaw, his recently murdered mother Wetawhisker and his biological aunt/adoptive mother Doespring.

Had a lot of fun with this part, I think I’m getting the hang of editing slowly too.

[fivepoolsclans-archive]

Introducing Newtspeckle the warrior turned medicine cat, and his former lover Windstripe who now helps to lead newly departed cats to StarClan.

[dawntilduskclan]

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again

Mary Oliver Morning Poem

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Here is the prologue! I am so very excited to get to posting and sharing this story. Though to note, the prologue will be very much not like the rest of the comic. I decided to do a fully illustrated set of traditional pages to contrast with the half illustrated style the main comic will be drawn in.

The main character here is Duskwater/Duskstar. I'm sure he won't be important later :)

[penguuthegentoo]

A bunch of clangen doodles

Ft. My og clan Duskclan :’) Milkspot and Clovershell my beloveds

[dawnclan-duskclan]

Mothpuddle hated the Season of Waterwings. She hated the clouds of grey mist that frizzed her long fur, hated the splattering of chilled droplets drooling from heavy leaves, she even hated that she had no one to keep her company, no cat to complain to.

She was alone.

There were some missions she simply couldn’t trust warriors to help with, not without hurting themselves in the process, and that was a risk Mothpuddle wasn't willing to tolerate. 

Because Mothpuddle was on the hunt for deathberries.

Yes, those deathberries. They did have some medicinal use in the right doses, like any other herb in her stock. Because in a way, all herbs were poisons and therefore, all poisons could, potentially, be cures. She liked to have some deathberries around, just in case, hidden in the far reaches of her herb stores, behind a boulder that was horrible to remove or replace, but that ensured that the more dangerous substances she kept weren't in reach of curious kits, or warriors, or any other cat stupid enough to poke around where their nose didn't belong.

Not that Mothpuddle allowed any cat to poke around her herbs for any reason.

So even if the rainy groves made her bones ache, she pressed forward, wrinkling her nose when mist-drenched leaves tipped water across her ears as she shouldered her way through the dense underbrush of the Daylands.

She scowled. Another clearing, bare of anything useful.

The fog pushed down on her like a physical force, growing heavier and heavier the further into the Daylands Mothpuddle ventured. The pelt on her back kept some of the wet off, but the sodden thing also added weight and so did little to help her mood. She spotted a Waterwing flying her direction and had just enough time to duck under a cluster of dense palmetto before a deluge of cold raindrops

The water would be good for the plants--even this early in the season, the deciduous trees glittered with dewy buds, nearly blinding where Sunglow hit them, and many of the bushes were flush with soft, green leaves. Supple sedges cushioned her paws, keeping them blessedly free of mud so long as she picked her way carefully from tussock to tussock.

She was drawing close to the Horizon, the Sun crystal directly over her head. It was impossible to scent anything in this weather: not only did the wet fog muffle smells, but the overwhelming perfume of rich, wet soil ached on her tongue, so bitter she could taste it. She wouldn’t be able to scent if a DawnClan patrol had come by recently, but she did keep her eyes towards the east, scanning the undergrowth for movement each time she found a vantage to do so. Even in this dismal weather, the lone healer really shouldn't go further, not without an escort. If Boragebud knew how close she'd gotten now, she'd never hear the end of it as it was.

With a defeated rumble, Mothpuddle gave one last glance for the late winter berries, then turned around. Water carved rivulets of her scowl.

She could have plotted a new path back (slightly north, perhaps, where the soil was wetter) in hopes of covering new ground and potentially coming across the berries she sought. But she opted to follow her own paw-prints to DuskClan's camp, as she'd mentally mapped a few minor herbs she could bring back. It was a consolation prize at best to gather a few shoots of tansy near the edge of the forest, hardly enough to fill a single pouch on her side, but if that was all MoonClan deigned to offer her, then that's what Mothpuddle would take.

At least the golden molly left the heavy fog behind in the Daylands. Only a few stubborn tendrils of mist and a scattering of heavier rain drops from solitary Waterwings made it into the Dusklands, where the layer of soil grew thinner and thinner, unable to support the deep roots of large flora that dominated the Daylands and its wealth of eternal Sunglow. Trees, then shrubs, and then even grasses and clovers fell away as her paws transitioned to smooth stone and occasional drifts of moss that made up the Twilight. 

Home.

FIRST || 0.2 >>

[oriolepaw]

Since Duskclan was also a random generated clan, a lot of characters share the same name as characters from @barrenclan so for some practice I doodled them all together

[duskfindsthemoon]

Moon 0 - Patrols

Wingpelt and his visitor

Airpelt and Bugpaws training

Graystrar, Wildfade and Bluebellstripe return from a hunting patrol with a small amount of pray and a sense of security.

1 - Wingpelt

As Wingpelt pads through DuskClan territory, they feel a presence join them. The scent of a familiar pelt reaches Wingpelts nose, he knows this cat! As he turns to greet them a purr rumbles in his chest and with their help he gathers elder leaves and blackberries.

2 - Airpelt and Bugpaw

While the patrol is intended for training the two cats find themselves a nice spot to sunbathe and Airpelt invites Bugpaw to sit with her. Bugpaw is stiff around his new mentor but his confidence spurs him on. This is Airpelts intention, for BugPaw to be able to be comfortable with her and learn to respect her. Proper connections are just as important as hunting and fighting, and if he cannot get along with her then he will have difficulty learning to live along side the rest of Duskclan.

3 - Graystar, Wildfade and Bluebell stripe

The three cats task themselves on hunting, being the last patrol to head out it is later in the day and the sky has turned gray. Soon after their departure snow starts to fall and they worry about bringing back fresh kill. Despite the snow they manage to bring back a small amount of prey, and as Graystar leads them home theirs a sense of security and competence driving them onwards.

[dawnoftheeclipse]

All the clans territories

This took me twenty minutes.

[bungo-alley-cats]

WEASELMASK

[duskclann]

HIGH RANKS OF DUSKCLAN

STONESTAR ( STONENEWT )

Leader of DuskClan

Male • Adult, 82 moons • He/Him

Compassionate, great speaker & omen seeker

Friendly & optmistic

Extremely close with his clanmates

Lax with rules and opens his borders to anyone seeking refuge, community, or just a safe place to stay for the night.

CLOVERWIND

Deputy of DuskClan

Female • Adult, 48 moons • She/They

Strict, incredible runner

Stoic & reserved

Competitive

Mentored by Tempestheart

FEATHERHOPE

Healer of DuskClan

Male • Adult, 82 moons • He/They

Lonesome, great storyteller

Was a warrior before they began their training as a Healer

The scar is from a rogue attack, many moons ago

Earned the suffix ‘hope’ from refusing to give up on a dangerously wounded warrior.

[kiwianacat]

what inspired you to make a nz based warrior cats story?

I have a love of being able to take references and inspiration from places I’ve visited irl so it seemed natural to base the clans somewhere that allowed me to continue that! Plus I love our native animals and plants so it’s fun to represent them.

Obviously irl a feral cat population of the clan’s size would be hugely problematic for native birds lmao. If I ever get proper time and energy I think it’d be fun to develop the story in a way that addresses how destructive the clans are.

[kiwianacats]

“Young apprentice Kowhaipaw has always felt like an outsider amongst her clanmates— her blood connection to housecats viewed with mistrust.

When her traditional visit to Starclan’s sacred key reveals a quest entrusted to her, Kowhaipaw is certain of her goal. She must return to her birthplace to discover the beginning of the clans— and maybe her own true potential along the way.”

—most generic Warriors book blurb of all time, it gets more interesting I swear

Here she is! I‘d felt inspired to make one of these mock covers for Kowhaipaw and the gang ever since I’d seen @/planefood ‘s brilliant work seen here. The og Wayne McLoughlin covers still hold a very special place in my heart.

I don’t plan to make any writing’s for this theoretical warriors oc series, but the concept was really fun! Maybe I’ll do a super edition mockup featuring Doespring or Stoatbite sometime down the line.

Here’s the original sketch btw! I wish I’d kept more of the progress to show, but unfortunately I have a slightly chaotic proccess of deleting/merging/drawing over layers as I go and the earlier stages are buried now, rip.

[fivepoolsclans-archive]

A playful teacher to younger cats in the Clan.

[feathered-serpents]

God I love ClanGen and it's drama look at this mess

Here's the explanation for everything that's going on here

I wanna keep this cat in my clan for as long as possible for Drama but I keep having to reload stored saves because everyone hates him so much he keeps getting murdered

[forgottencatsdesigns]

Frogleap of DuskClan