#bogclan

[mrtodd]

BogClan concept designs!

I'm thinking about potentially making a (more silly) clangen comic about these guys (if I have the motivation to, anyway) Thoughts? :D

[televisionbug]

diversity win! this murder cat is nonbinary

[bogclan-updates]

BogClan - Prologue

“Use them well.”

The words echo in Lavenderstar’s head as they lean down to grasp the small pale kit by the scruff, hefting his baby-round body as gently as she could. She took careful steps across the rainslick stones, listening with flattened ears to the sounds of distant thunder. She, and the rest of what was left of BogClan, trudged through this ragged landscape with their tails dragging and their spirits wilting. There were barely any trees here, not like their old home, which meant they all felt exposed.

Shadedfreckle looked back and forth, eyes darting at every shadow. “I don’t- I don’t know about this, Lavendertr- I mean, Lavenderstar.”

Lavenderstar cast a glance back over her shoulder for only a moment, having to balance just right on the stones. Her paw pads ached from how much rock they’d had to cross to get here; she and the rest of her clan had come from somewhere lush and wet, somewhere with very little hard stone to scrape against your every step. It had made this journey all the more arduous, and then as she fixed her clanmate with what she hoped was an placating look, the throbbing of her paws and the ache of every bone in her body felt like a weight that just might break her.

Warmth pressed into her side, and Lavenderstar could smell the deep scent of clay and green growing things that clung to the edges of the marsh. When she turned, Furzefern stood beside her, pushing her shoulder and body up and into hers to help keep her upright. She looked up at Lavenderstar with a concerned but soft expression. Her fur was short enough to make her look thin and windbeaten when the rain drenched her like that, but her resolve seemed never to falter. “Need help?” She meowed, only just loud enough to be heard above the rain. Her eyes, like the bright blue sky in winter, glittered in the dark.

Lavenderstar silently set the kit- Bluekit, his delicate body marred by a still-healing wound on his haunches. -before Furzefern, stopping just long enough to let her lift him instead before she turned back and wove her way through the line of cats. They had crossed a wide open foothills, then up into the rocks and boulders, all in a single file line while the older cats took turns carrying the babies. The landscape around them was bleak, and some of their attitudes even more so.

“I feel like we’re being followed,” Shadedfreckle hissed under her breath, her pitch dark pelt standing out starkly even against the water darkened earth behind her. Her voice was like gravel clattering against the cliffs, the senior warrior being one of the oldest of them present. “I don’t like being this far from home, what if-”

“Don’t you understand?” Needlewave snapped, her bright pelt the polar opposite of her friend’s. Her tail, a deeper ginger than the rest of her, lashed back and forth behind her. “We’re not going home! Never again.”

“Needle-” Lavenderstar began, her voice rising before she could stop herself, before she was interrupted by Nightgoose shouldering his way between them. It felt a little unnecessary, but the black and white tom had a protective streak wider than Silverpelt. For some reason, it was centered on her. She tried not to take it personally.

Nightgoose went on, amber eyes flashing in the arc of distant lightning. “Listen to me, all of you. We don’t know what we will find here, but it will be better than where we’ve been. That is all I know, but Starclan still guides us even here.”

Lavenderstar felt her spine twitch and almost sat down reflexively in an attempt to hide it. A tell. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. It would do them all no good to panic now. She nodded at Nightgoose and then looked at each of her warriors in turn. She lingered on Willowspeck, the exhaustion apparent behind her eyes even as she kept a hard grip on Chestnutkit, who wriggled madly in her grasp. Her deputy gave the barest nod, urging her silently to continue.

“We’ve been through a lot to get here,” Lavenderstar started, trying to smooth her frustration over with certainty. Thunder roared like some great beast, forcing her to raise her voice above the furious sound. “Our old home may be gone, but it was only a place. The true home is here, standing beside you. We are almost to our destination, I can feel it. I must ask you to trust me in this, so that we might find somewhere new we can live. Somewhere BogClan can thrive.”

Her heart pounded in her ears in rhythm with the rain as she considered her drenched clan and hoped she wasn’t just leading them to more disaster.

Starclan, please let me be right about this.

[stainedstars-bogclan]

Heyy, so I’m gonna go on a temporary hiatus for a bit while the new life series is going on just because I’ve been too busy making life series fan art to be working on the story. To make up for it, have a sort of sneak peak for the next chapter.

This is (most of) Currentclan, the clan completely opposite of Bogclan. (Ignore that some of them look bad, these were just quickly made to use as refs)

Hmmm… I wonder what could be happening where I needed to design almost a whole new clan’s worth of cats. There’s a reason I said the next chapter is a big one art wise.

[bunnyswarriors]

Sleekfish is a newly named warrior of Bayclan. She is a bit irresponsible and fun loving. She has a strained relationship with her father who has grand ideas for her future. She likes to spend time with a warrior of Bogclan in secret. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. What will happen when Sleekfish ends up being the only grown cat left of her clan?

[neon-skittles]

One year has passed in RavenClan and perhaps the Clan should not have been named after an animal that symbolizes death because, well:

Sycamorepaw is the StarClan guide so he was there from the start, he used to be a med cat apprentice actually. Buzzardpaw was one of Redcrackle's kits who went missing and was found dead. Cloverpaw, one of Snipstar's many children (side-note: he brought two more kits: Tansykit and Pantherkit), found near the BogClan border. And little Aphidkit was taken by a hawk.

StarClan is just three apprentices trying to take care of one kitten, best of luck to them.

The Clan just keeps running into a fox behind the rocks, often ending up injured. Or they're attacked by a swarm of bluejays. There's just no break for these cats I swear.

Also Slippaw became a warrior and is now named Slipcrackle. His mentor was Redcrackle and they even have the same insecure personality.

[untilcrimsondawn]

BogClan, RidgeClan, and DuskClan each have beautiful territories! Which one do YOU want to explore?

This map was crafted by our own admin, Sinna!

[violets-catposting]

All the (known) cats

Leader: Cloverstar (formerly Cloverwhisker) -79 moons old, ♀️. Witty, leader of Snoozeclan, and has steady paws. Left a now dead clan.

Deputy: Dartstrike -50 moons old, ♂️. Loving and a good guard. Left Caveclan to follow Midnightdusk into the clan.

Healer: Scorchstripe -104 moons old, ♂️. Lonesome, master of aesthetics, and a good swimmer. Exiled from Caveclan.

Warriors:

Midnightdusk -50 moons old, ♀️. Ambitious and a trinket stower. Left Lakeclan, sister to Dartstrike.

Gambler- 115 moons old, ♂️. Bouncy, coordinated, and a good speaker. Kittypet from another island.

Reed⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛wade -55 moons old, ♀️. Sneaky and grazes fish. Exiled from Bogclan.

Apprentices:

Shrubpaw -9 moons old, ♀️. Charismatic and a good healer. Received a prophecy ^-^. Apprenticed to Scorchstripe as a healer apprentice.

Raccoonpaw -9 moons old, ♂️. Careful and a trinket stower. Received a prophecy 0-0. Apprenticed to Dartstrike, Shrubpaw's brother.

Wisteriapaw -7 moons, ♀️. Sneaky, pathfinder, and well-versed. Left Lakeclan with her mother, Midnightdusk.

Kits:

Drykit -3 moons old, ♂️. Grumpy and constantly climbing. "Clanborn", Scorchstripe's son.

Basilkit -2 moons old, ♂️. Bossy, splashes in puddles, and always curious. Clanborn, Cloverstar's son.

Boragekit -2 moons old, ♀️. Polite and quick to help. Clanborn, Cloverstar's daughter.

Literally joined 5 minutes ago:

Robin -24 moons old, ♀️. Nervous, paradox enthusiast, and has a connection to Starclan. Fled the Two-leg place.

Scarabkit -0 moon old, ♀️. Charming. One of Robin's daughters.

Gingerkit -0 moon old, ♀️. Pateint. Two of Robin's daughters.

Cornkit -0 moon old, ♂️. Nervous. Son of Robin.

Huskkit -0 moon old, ♂️. Honest. Robin's other son.

Ghost guys:

⬛: Behind post-it note. Died at 59 moons, ♂️.

???: Cut out at the bottom. Died at 92 moons old, ♂️.

[firestardoesntlikewafflestar]

Some lore about my Halloween themed clan Lanternclan

-formed by descendants of the original clans in an ambiguous Massachusetts-like location, generations after the time of firestar. The three clans in the area are Lanternclan, Bogclan, and Darkclan

-the clans here are like neighbors, not rivals. Switching clans, romances, etc are all completely normal it's like moving to the next town over, not a huge deal

-instead of healers they have witch's cats, whose job in addition to healing is to learn magic and communicate with the local twolegs. They also have little cat sized pointy hats

-warrior is specifically a title for cats who act out the stories and battles of the old clans. It's like a combination of theater, martial arts, and pro wrestling for cats. They do the story of the great battle against the dark forest at the leaf-fall festival (Halloween)

-since it's passed down by word of mouth, over the years the story of great battle has been exaggerated and changed and had all kinds of supernatural elements added to it, especially surrounding the dark forest. The role of tigerstar is highly coveted in Lanternclan

-twoleg witches attend clan festivals and are allowed to bring one other person with them. This is considered a huge honor to the people in the town, who love their weird intelligent cat neighbors

-there's something in the woods and the corn fields, responsible for disappearances of both cats and twolegs...

-starclan and the dark forest are a lot more mysterious and ghostly in lanternclan lore. Instead of the moonstone or moonpool there's a crystal ball in an abandoned witch's house, where cats no longer living appear as shadows and smoke. Not all of them are necessarily starclan, so witch's cats have to be very careful

-the great pumpkin is totally real and you should absolutely bring him offerings of catnip

[call-of-an-echo]

Welcome to the Clans! (WIP)

Here is the official Directory for "Call of an Echo!"

Toyhouse folder: https://toyhou.se/cothcannotread/characters/folder:4359231

GUIDE POSTS: (tba)

BOGCLAN:

TRENCHCLAN:

DUSTCLAN:

MOSSCLAN:

CATS OUTSIDE CLANS:

[becquerelnoir]

So my new Clan is BogClan.

So far these are my pics for Leader and Deputy respectively. Flailstar is leader, Silentflower is deputy, I just made the choice early before locking them in.

My medicine cat. He's lonesome.

So many of my options are kittens. This is worrisome.

But Most of them are going in. I just hope this doesn't bode ill for me.

Here is the clan so far!

And we have our very own Star Clan guide! Let's see how our first patrol goes....

Okay, not ad.

Herb gathering welt okay too!

[magnuficent76]

OKAY heres some name ideas I'll probably sketch em later <3 under cut because .zero impulse control

Solar Years Guys [Solarclan]

Sunsetpelt -> Sunsetstar [Baltazar] (Look, they're The Sunset Guy, I feel obligated to name them that. They're probably a Really Big Brownish-Orange maine coon who just happened to wander into the woods one day and form a clan]

Snowflakepaw -> Blizzardbite [Luis] (Bite is a good suffix for this guy considering this guy probably has rabies and wants to bite everything. Was from a different clan but then they kinda Died woops. Dark grey cat with some spots probablu and fucked up blue eyes)

Emberkit -> Firestorm [Marsh] (Another guy who symbolically changes his name to indicate getting More Fucked Up because that's my JAM okay. Anyway I think he's probably got like a little color mixing going on but he's mostly dark gray like his brother)

Glowtail [Lazarus] (Lazlo is very long by default so I like to think that's where the tail suffix comes from. They get confused by a lemur constantly because of the black white stripes and just general Shape.)

Crescentshimmer [Andromeda] (Comically large orange kitty with moon markings probably. I like to think she just kinda hangs around the camp and seemingly does nothing)

Goldendapple [Anne] (Light blonde kitty who's very beautiful very powerful... she's the moment and she knows it. I like to think she's got little dandelions in her fur)

Caede Tales Guys [They're several clans probably but the main one (the onr the caedes are actually in) is like Bogclan]

Mantisroot -> Mantis [Melaine] (She's just a comically long black cat there's no other way for me to see her. Maybe she has nightshade tucked behind her ear. She probably quit clan life and started living as a loner once Jonah went missing)

Copperfang -> Mephisto [Jonah/Mephisto] (He's a big fat brown cat. With the messiest fur you've ever seen. Also he inexplicably still has cool prosthetics don't question it too hard. A loner but the kind of loner who can bribe twolegs into giving it food)

Silverthorn -> Archie [Archer] (Ran away from the clan after betraying his brother on accident and became a kittypet but then died anyway. Massive L. Anyway He's also brown but lighter + his eyes are extremely shiny so he gets silver, also very skinny)

Saltspot [Salt] (Very self explanatory I would think. He is technically a black cat but due to a genetic mutation he also has big white spots that earned the name. Very springy, never sits still, and also keeps somehow bringing salt packets to the clan. Won't tell you where he found it)

Alderbelly [Mary] (She's just an old lightbrown kitty. Has never done anything wrong in her life ever)

Lucifer -> Mudtalon [Lucio] (Most raggedy looking bitch you've ever seen. He looks like the one "TIS I WHO SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE" cat but more fucked up looking. Mud because he's constantly covered in it and it turns his fur color way darker. Was a loner before he joined a clan)

Gaslighting Fires gals [It's probably more of a bloodclan typa deal cuz I like to think they live nearby a city but idk what]

Pompom -> Scorpionsong [Eris] (Kittypet turned warrior. She's that girl. Wears a bright pink bow around her neck and if you touch it she kills you. White with yellow eyes and short but fluffy fur :3]

Roseshade [Lilith] (Mostly dark gray kitty with just a completely black face and fucked up looking eyes. I like to think she's technically an elder but refuses to retire and stop working because she's stubborn as all hell. The shade part of her name is not only because of her impossibly dark features but also because she's a big lurker around the clan)

Flintstrike [Jinx] (No one onows where it even came from and it would like to keep it that way. Tortoiseshell with very messy patterns all throughout the fur, almost looking like an explosion. Its fur is also just insanely messy no matter what you do to it)

Cinderpaw [Pandora] (She's the hashtag struggler. Apprentice to Scorpionsong and professioanal silly billy, someone give her a treat She's so Tired. Bengal cat with immaculately well groomed fur, which is a courtesy of her mentor again. Keeps snapdragons tucked behind her ear because its her favorite flower <3)

Aconitestar [Ophelia] (Such a fucking hater. I love her a lot. Ascended to power by overthrowing the last leader and then successfully countered every coup after that. Birman with an attitude and always has her paws stained with deadly nightshade juice. Normal girl.)

Lionelclaw [that's just his name] (Pampered kittpet daylight warrior, Aconitestar's special little guy for no reason other than he brings in tons of food and shinies for her. British short-hair with a stupid little bell that everyone associates with him.]

What if I drew my characters as warrior kitties. I think I might do that today

[bogclan-updates]

Moon 1: Nightgoose

It had taken them a couple of days, working tirelessly to gather what moss and lichen they could in the surrounding mountainside, but now they had some semblance of a home. The cave was set into the side of the mountain just above the foothills, a half moon opening in the rock that dipped low almost immediately. Beyond that initial lip was a basin, likely at one point formed from water flowing through. There was still water, in small streams that led through the cavern, giving a place for thick green plants to grow right along the water’s edge. The soft trickle of the stream was an ever-present sound, but the height of the space overall made it not oppressive, as it eventually dissipated into the ceiling.

Lining the cavern, growing out of the ceiling and the walls and the earth, were massive shimmering crystals. They were unlike anything BogClan had ever seen, seeming to catch the light even in the middle of the night, twinkling with all the thousand little points of stars. The largest, in the center of the cave that was visible from the entrance, became their Highstone. Beneath it, in a little alcove off to one side, was where Lavenderstar had taken her den.

Just beside that, with a thin line of water running down from the ceiling that almost made it inevitable to get a little wet when you went inside, was another opening. This one had the crystals making up most of the space itself, the walls a constant shimmer and shift of light and color. It felt like living inside of perpetual ice. But this was where Nightgoose had chosen his den to be, and for good reason.

While Starclan was often a mysterious influence, one whose portents and warnings were difficult to decipher and sometimes downright impossible to understand, sometimes they were very clear. As Nightgoose had stepped inside that crystalline den, he had felt every hair on his body stand up. An involuntary shiver traveled from nose to tail-tip, and he had to sit down abruptly to process everything he could feel.

It was as if the very stones were singing to him. Nightgoose could hear what sounded like many voices overlapping, extremely faint in their whispering but just barely audible. The closer to the crystals he got, the more of it he could hear. If he pressed his ear right to the edge of his den wall, he felt like he could almost understand them.

Now, he sat within those walls, no longer so overwhelmed by the whispers he felt it necessary to sit with his ears eternally pricked. He stared down at their measly herb supply, trying to organize it. But the longer he stared down at the piles of leaves they had carried so painstakingly all this way, the more he felt like yowling aloud. Was this all he could do? Sit here and organize stupid plants into piles and watch as his clan- his family, lost all faith?

Before he could decide what to do about it (if there even was something), some cat politely cleared their throat. It came from the direction of the entrance.

Nightgoose, without turning, flicked his fluffy tail to beckon them in. He recognized the deep scent of Furzefern long before she was beside him, but he flicked his ear toward her to show his acknowledgment of her presence.

“Are you okay?” Furzefern asked, her tone gentle in the way of a concerned relative. “Is there anything I can do?”

Nightgoose felt his frustration flare high and lashed his tail for a moment, trying not to snap at her. The older cat had always done her best to be an ear when he needed it; there was no point in him getting upset with her for asking. For trying. He heaved a sigh and flattened his ears, not lifting his head.

“It’s just. My purpose in the clan is to make sure everyone is safe. That’s why I’m the Healer. But so many of us didn’t make the journey here, and I’m still unsure how Bluekit is going to fare in terms of healing with a wound that large. I don’t feel like I deserve it, I can barely understand Starclan’s voice here.”

He hung his head even lower, half crouching as he rested his nose in front of a pile of marigold. Maybe his old mentor had been right- he was a pathetic excuse for a Healer.

Furzefern shook her head slowly and crossed to sit beside him, curling her tail around his back as she pressed her lean body to his side. She disappeared a little into his thick fur, but she stayed there even as it made her wrinkle her nose.

“Don’t listen to Thistletongue! She’d have you convinced you’d created the Deeps for all she went on about it. Ignore that pile of mousedung and focus on right now- what can we do to help everyone right this moment?”

Nightgoose took a deep breath, but his chest still felt strange and tight. A kind of terrible grief, to lose the cat you loved deeply and who taught you everything you knew, to have them turned against you rather than die. He suspected it was a cloud that may not lift for a while. Still, she had a point; there was no point wallowing here when he could do something useful.

He pushed to his feet, giving his coat a shake to bring himself back. It may not be the best idea to go by himself, but he couldn’t face the feelings head on. He had to do something actionable.

“You’re right. I have to do something instead of wallowing; I’m going on a gathering patrol, to see what we have nearby. Do you want to come with?”

Furzefern opened her mouth, her eyes bright with pride, but before she could respond a wail from the other side of the cavern distracted them both.

They darted out into the main cavern and looked around wildly. In the mouth of the caretaker’s den stood Shadedfreckle, eyes as wide the full moon. Her fur was fluffed up, and Chestnutkit sat between her front legs. He showed all the signs of having been groomed nearly to death, probably in Shadedfreckle’s panic. His speckled russet fur stuck up in all kinds of odd places, his eyes fuzzy with sleep. He had no doubt been woken by the senior warrior’s distress.

Furzefern and Nightgoose bounded across to their clanmate. Nightgoose began checking her for wounds, even as she tried to shake him off.

“What’s wrong?” Furzefern meowed in concern. “What happened?”

Shadedfreckle looked distraught, and it seemed to take a great deal of effort for her to form words.

“I-I was watching the k-kits, but I must have nodded off. I’m exhausted from a-all of the traveling and, and-” She stopped there, looking like she might be faint. After heaving in a few more breaths she added desperately. “Bluekit is gone!”

[murkshade]

morning swim

[stainedstars-bogclan]

I finally finished the writing and sketches for chapter 3. It’s a big one and will definitely take me a while to finish. In the meantime, have some more references and sprites.

Here’s Bogclan’s wonderful leader (fun fact, she’s trans), Murkstar.

And the lead mediator, Ridgehowl.

[fromfireandashes]

Applications for Bogclan are now OPEN!

Three clans, Aspenclan, Bogclan and Ravenclan, teetered on the brink of unneeded war for seasons before their ancestors found fit to punish them. Four moons ago, Starclan's wrath took form in a blazing inferno that tore through their forest, changing the face of the territories forever.

An opportunity arises to walk among the ranks of Bogclan, a collection of boastful cats who value feats of valor, bravery, and community above all else. Their territory sat completely untouched during the devastating fire all those moons ago, and now a question lies before them; what will they choose to do with their newfound advantage over the other two clans? Will you swim the marshes with them now, and help them reach their destinies?

From Fire and Ash is a Discord-based, 16+ literate Warrior Cats Roleplay focused on storytelling and the choices of its players. Based in a once lush forest that is now ravaged by a fire that leapt from the caverns the clans hold most sacred, this roleplay follows the path where the scorched earth ends and new life begins to grow.

Please read through the rules and the information about the clans/group on the website before applying! Feel free to ask any questions you may have during the application window (But be sure to read our FAQ, first! Your question may not be answered if it's already on the FAQ)!

Adoptable Applications will run until 11:59pm PST on June 10th!

Original Character Applications will run until 11:59pm PST on June 18th!

LINKS: PLEASE READ!

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