#Fanclan

[villainsimpqueen]

COUNT DOWN TILL CHRISTMAS DAY 2: ANCESTRAL BONDS

BIG CHRISTMAS GIFT to my dearest friend @choclodox

This features Her Oc Nikea durring a time where the Night Na'vi will Migrate across the Barren Lands.

---Some Lore-----

Durring their great Migration a few small and rare tribes in each region of the Barren Lands (Blue sands, Golden Sands, & Red Sands) will teether floating rock structures to ensure the Night Na'vi will have safe areas to stop and rest durring their journeys.

Barren Land Na'vi of the Red Sands The Nenipay are blooded relatives of the Night Na'vi as they both Share common ancestory when Night Na'vi Ancestors fleed into the Barren Lands many many generations ago, some stayed, many left to find the Night Na'vi home lands.

Despite everything Ancestoral Bonds Keeps them connected throughout time.

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To @choclodox

I want to know that I am so Very greatful to meet someone as Kind and Funny as you.

You are an Absolutely Amazimg person inside and out and a very Talented. You are such a carimg person and humble as well and I always appericate the funny little possum videos you send me as it always brightens my days.

I hope from all my heart you like this gift, I promise when Improve more and learned more. I will gift you a far better peice of artwork that you truly deserve.

Thank you so much for being my friend, and sharing memorable moments with me.

I Hope you have a fantastical Christmas and I cant wait to see what amazing works you come up with next year!

[toothpastewolf]

haven't drawn otterstar in a while

[whisper-cats]

Heavystar doodles to get a better grasp on his character

[redactedhaunt]

warrior cats gnarp gnarp spaceclan ocs 👽🚀🛸 they're colorful alien kitties that live in space!

[thlaylistar]

Portus Genus’s Naval Aid, Mist on the Bay

And her brother and Captain, Captain Brine of a Boat

[cryptidclaw]

I needed a break from finals so I drew one of my Lifegen cats' family trees as a treat today! There is so much drama with this guy... I have some how made a sad orange leader who's loved ones keep dying AGAIN

People this man (Honeystar/swarm) has lost so far: two of his littermates, his mentor and best friend, his mom, his mate, all of his kits except for one (bonus! surviving kit doesn't like to talk to his dad!), annnd one of his apprentices!

He also became leader because his leader confessed to murdering her grandson and proceeded to step down from her position. In her defense... her grandson was also a murderer and is in the DF sooo

[paxlight]

I spent the last two days making a clan camp in Unreal Engine 5, using assets from Stylized Landscape 5 Biomes + Stylized + Low poly forest : Orasot Bundle. I'm really proud of how it turned out!

[signfromeywa]

My 3 own Fanclans!!

The Alitawe, the Yekape, the Zeynuma!

This is only a preview! I am working on a website for my clans and there will be so much more informations about: culture, clothes, village and how they will interact with each other!

These 3 Clans living together in one Basin, with one Tree of souls. They are allies, helping each other and balancing each other out. Together they are a whole. Celebrate together, exchange things and learn from each other.

(I want to open my clans to the community later, so everyone can make a character for it 😊)

[etherclan]

Crewmate Log: G667Cc-B2AX-OLH "Laika"

EMS Code: OLH h 62 DOB: 39 EPL [Eclipse Post Landing] Residence: Colony site 1 | Gliese 667Cc "Vegas" Notes: No one else believes such book-keeping is necessary, however, I am the one who uses the computer. I am Laika, a scientist and scribe of [what my colleagues have dubbed] "Etherclan". My mission training included a course in “speech buttons”, training that would have had little practical use after the loss of the human settlers on Vegas. However, the fundamentals of my training have been easy enough to adapt for other uses. Namely, computer systems.

Probable mutation[s] beyond standard modification: Enhanced cognition

Laika! If you haven’t already noticed, she’ll be the primary “narrator” for all of the mission and crew logs. I will probably wind up doing some illustrations with short stories attached to them but all of the “logs” are Laika Logs!

She’s a proud, clever cat with strong opinions that will definitely leak into what she writes about events and her “colleagues”. Her closest friend is Starscream- who she is surprisingly patient with considering how short she is with everyone else.

[nin3kyuu]

Today in fanclan mixed babies we have: Tikari! Daughter of Tä'rek and Syulang (@buzzkillchainsaw oc) Her mom is very nice lady of the Syorkilvan clan and her dad... UH, we don't have a lot to say about him...

More insight of her parents here! >:3

[hyperlazerr]

Quick lil moon paw design!:

MOON PAW IS SOOOOO CUTE!! I love how creative the community is with her

I did a bit of research about chimera cats before drawing her, so my design of her is a dilute ginger tabby+solid dense black, along with shorthair and longhair

((Ps:I kindaaa hope we get a moon star, we’ve had tooo many medicine cat protags))

[milkdudz]

a clangen commission from @weebcommander69! closeups under the cut.

[renartspr]

Island Na’vi Lore!!!

Physicality and Overview

Note: The Island Na’vi are a personal project that I cherish deeply. I would appreciate that if anyone wants to use my lore or make an oc to please ask first. Thank you

Overview:

These Na’vi reside on the large islands of Pandora far away from its continents most of the time. Their physicality and coloration makes them stand out from other Na’vi. They are known as alchemists, wayfinders and warriors.

Their most notable features are their yellow tint and the fin on their tail. The yellow is a naturally occurring thing that can show you their health or even how strong they are.

The Ataníe Clan is one of the main clans of the Island Na’vi species, though there are also smaller clans and even small groups of outcasts, voyagers and loners. Island Na’vi are usually very friendly and welcoming, open for trades and any other visitor. Though, after the RDA their rules have become strict.

Their bodies have evolved for both land and sea exploration, they are strong and lean and their tails are perfect for both environment. Plus, perfect for balancing on their flying mounts, the Txuryak.

That’s it for now. Lore on body paint is coming up!

[pondclan]

new moon rahhh!!

Mintshade is Grayspirit’s guide cat <3

BABIES!!!: Sycamorekit (tortie), Pikekit (gray), and Splinterkit (light ginger)

[professional-yapper]

Aonung x Albino reader? 🙏🙏

Burn

Aonung x Albino! Reader

Warnings: sunburn ig?, awkward Aonung (he can't flirt to save his life this is true James Cameron told me himself), teasing as flirting, the tribe they're from is giving cult x

"This is stupid, Vipka," you huffed, ducking under a branch as you followed your twin brother's ghostly figure closer and closer to the edge of the dark forest that your tribe inhabited.

"Don't be a wuss!" he called back, flashing you a sharp grin. "We might find something cool!"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, or we'll find something dangerous, get ourselves killed, and end up in the Nothing. Eywa's word is that we stay here, in the Dark, where it's safe."

Vipka rolled his eyes right back, bounding towards you, grabbing your arms and giving you a little shake. "That's what the elders say. If Eywa wanted us to stay here, she wouldn't have made me so curious about what's out there."

You gritted your teeth, but couldn't find a proper response to that beyond a muttered, "That's blasphemous." And you relented, following your stupid, reckless brother towards the edge of the forest.

Not that you were sure there even was an edge. After all, no one besides the elders actually knew. You and Vipka were only heading in the direction that the elders went in when they left the village for reasons you and Vipka weren't allowed to know.

It really could just be the forest, going on forever and ever, and you would keep going until you went crazy.

A silent prayer formed on your lips, to Eywa, who had cared for your people even after they had been foolish enough to burn their Spirit Tree down. All that was left of the centuries-old catastrophe was a charred old stump held in reverence.

Once, your uncle had whispered a story to you of tribes far away, where the sun shone brightly and their Spirit Trees grew strong, and they could even connect with their dead through the Trees themselves. It seemed fantastical to you, who had grown up knowing upon death your people would go into the Nothing and never be heard from again. Eywa's punishment for her disobedient children.

But after all... You wondered if it could be true. If you and Vipka walked far enough, would you find a tribe with no Nothing, with a Spirit Tree that grew and flourished and kept their ancestors safe?

You didn't know whether to hope so or not. Would you even be able to return home once the elders discovered yours and Vipka's disobedience? Perhaps Eywa would punish the tribe again. Maybe your family personally.

Once again you called for Vipka, but he ignored you and his pale, slender form disappeared into the trees, running now, fuelled by the adrenaline of doing something so forbidden.

Not that this was forbidden, just wandering through the Dark. But it wasn't really the Dark, anymore. The dark green of the foliage had bled away into a lighter hue, punctuated with bursts of colours. Flowers and plants and fruits that you shied away from, eyes wary as you picked your way through this new world.

You shielded your eyes against the strange light filtering through the trees, golden and hot against your skin, which was already taking on a queer pink tint that you recognised vaguely.

The elders were often this shade when they returned to the tribe. Vipka had overheard them calling it... the Burn?

You couldn't be sure, but you covered your flushed arms with your hands and kept going.

A squeal suddenly pierced the warm silence, and you froze, ears dipping and tail waving with brisk worry. "Vipka?" you called, taking a few stilted steps towards the source of the sound.

Another squeal, but definitely not Vipka. An animal of some kind. And voices. Loud, cheerful, calling to one another as they got closer, evidently following the squealing thing.

Hunters, maybe.

Not from your tribe, for sure.

You began backing up, preparing to turn and run like hell all the way back home. Vipka could keep going for all you cared, could be caught and eaten alive by the tribes beyond the Dark.

A large animal burst out of the undergrowth and you shrieked in fright, leaping back and colliding with something or someone, falling down in a jumble of arms and legs.

The animal veered away at your cry, thundering in a different direction.

"Damn!" the thing that had fallen down with you swore, shoving you off unceremoniously. "You scared it away, skxwang!"

"Fuck you!" you spluttered furiously, climbing to your feet and rubbing your lower back. You were angry. Fucking furious.

But then the strange Na'vi stood up, and you considered that it might not be a good idea to square up with him.

He was built like a tree. Broad and muscular and a weird shade of blue. Twice your size, at least. Could absolutely crush you into dust.

You didn't want to stick around and find out.

But before you could run, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back, staring at you hard with his weird pale eyes, dark curls plastered to his brow, entire body covered in sweat. "What are you?" he asked.

You shoved him in the chest, but he barely shifted, which was a solid blow to your ego. You were one of the stronger members of the tribe, and it scared you to think Na'vi of his size and strength were roaming wild out here.

Why would the elders ever come out here?

"You're one of those white Na'vi, right? From the deep forest on the other side of Awa'atlu?" he prompted, ears flattening as you kept quiet.

You stiffened. "How do you know that?"

"Your people- what do you mean, how do I know that? Your people come and talk with my dad all the time. You should probably cover up, by the way. You guys burn real easy," he added, tone almost friendly as he released your arm, seemingly realising it wasn't helping.

He knew? He knew of your people. He knew of the Dark. He knew the elders.

"But you're, like, my age," he continued, tilting his head. "I thought your people were all old and wrinkly. That's why you're white, yeah?"

You frowned. "Only the elders ever leave the Dark," you said slowly, wondering just how much you should tell this boy.

He chuckled, a surprisingly reassuring sound, even though he was holding a spear with the other hand. "What's the Dark? Is that what you call the place you're from?"

You nodded.

"So you guys don't see the sun much, huh?" he said carefully, glancing up at the blazing white spot in the sky above.

A swift shake of the head, and you didn't bother to follow his eyes. You could feel the sun well enough as is. Your skin felt flushed, hot, and it stung when you touched it.

Though the pink was a nice colour, you had to ask. "Is it poisonous?" you asked, trying to keep the distress out of your voice, running your fingers down your arm.

Another warm chuckle, and now he was looking at you with interest, which made your heart beat a little quicker. "No, you're just burning. Sunburn, you know? Cause you don't see the sun much-"

"Ever," you interjected briefly, stealing a glance above, at the great blue mass above you that went on forever, careful to keep your eyes away from the sun, though spots still danced in your eyes when you looked back at him.

He blew out a breath, curls jumping off his forehead briefly. "Okay. So you're from a freaky tribe where you've never seen the sun and live in the dark all the time, in the forest where the leaves are so thick the sun can't get through... What are you doing here? Did you run away?"

"Kind of?" you said, wondering what he was doing as he turned and scooped up a knife off the floor, then turned and started walking. Should you follow him?

"Are you coming?" he called back, gesturing for you to follow. When you caught up, he gestured for you to keep talking.

"I was following my brother Vipka. Leaving the Dark was his idea. He wanted to know where our elders go," you continued, tongue growing looser the more time you spent with this strange boy. Which might've been a bad thing. "Eywa cursed him with curiosity."

The boy nodded slowly, absorbing this. "And where's your brother now?"

"He ran ahead and I lost him," you shrugged. "But he'll turn up, either at your village or back home, if he gives up."

"I'm Aonung," the boy said briskly.

You told him your name, and he repeated it back to you carefully, grinning like it was an inside joke between you two.

"I'll take you home with me, then," Aonung shrugged. "My mother will know what to do. I- we can look after you till your elders return to my village." The tips of his ears flushed and you smiled, pleased with the sight, though you didn't know why.

"Sounds good," you hummed.

"Are all girls in your tribe as pretty as you?" he asked abruptly, looking straight forward as if scared to see your expression.

You blinked, then smiled again, wider, flushing, though you thought he probably wouldn't be able to tell since you were so 'sunburnt'. "Dunno," you chuckled. "I'll bring you home with me one day and you can see for yourself."

"I don't think they are," he said, glancing down at you and smiling, lips curling downwards.

"You haven't even seen them yet!"

"No, but I trust my gut," he said, slapping his abs with a proud look

"Oh, yeah? Was it your gut that made you run into me, too?"

"That- that was fate. Mother Eywa intended it."

"Or maybe Eywa cursed you with clumsiness. A deadly combination with how short-sighted you apparently are," you teased.

He gave you a little push, laughing. "Shut up! Why were you just standing there, is my question!"

You pushed him back, not bothering to put any effort into it, as the results remained the same and he didn't break his stride. "I've never been this far from home! I was taking in the scenery!"

"Taking in the scenery," he scoffed. "Take in this scenery." He got close to your face, which was probably meant to be intimidating but only made your ears drop bashfully, tail curling against your calf, suddenly shy as his nose almost bumped into yours.

He lingered for a moment, then seemed to realise his theatrics had gone wrong and backed up. "I mean- sorry, that came out wrong."

"No, it's okay, I like that scenery just fine too," you grinned, and he rolled his eyes in embarrassment.

"What?" you taunted, following him as he kept walking, more than happy to tease the hell out of him. "I thought you wanted me to take in the scenery!"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

I'm patenting this tribe actually, this freaky albino tribe, because I want to write lore for it. Let me know if anyone wants to read said lore. Enjoy anon! I had fun with the world-building!

[villainsimpqueen]

Introduction and Body reference sheets of The Barren Lands Na'vi!

All of these slides are made by the talented @nin3kyuu !

These slides are a fantastic insight of how Barren Na'vi can look, with base skin patterns and markings & Morph skin patterns and markings as well!

Thank you so much once again @nin3kyuu !

I love them so much!