#bugclan

[bug-clan]

[swanbelly]

if anything happened to these two sisters i would kill everyone in the clan and then myself (ignores the moons that i reset bc one or both of them died)

[bugcultbugcultclan]

moon 1 the flood

[bugclangen]

I'm sorry for such a long wait, but I've got a lot happening in life right now 😭 hopefully I'll post the next update before the week ends

~Creator

[chimeclan-tales]

Moon 1 - Newleaf

The First Gathering

Just follow the border this way, and you’ll find a twoleg structure. Bonestar’s words rang in Windstar’s head.

His border patrol had come across the lone SpikeClan leader earlier in the moon. She was friendly, and even said that StarClan sent an omen to be kind to their new neighbors.

Now on the way to the gathering, he and his cats had walked on what seemed to be a tiny thunderpath. Up ahead was a twoleg den without a roof. A stream flowed around it, and curved rocks laid scattered through the island.  

“We’re sure this isn’t a trap?” Nightsplash whispered to Windstar.

He pricked his ears. There was the chatter of cats inside. “If it was, they’d be more quiet.”

“StarClan had also confirmed the older clans meant no harm to us,” Swanstreak said. He had visited the Moon Falls after Windstar reported his patrol.

“Windstar! There you are!” A black tabby rushed out from the entrance. She was only slightly bigger than Beaverpaw, but scars littered her pelt. This was the leader of SpikeClan. 

“Greetings,” A white and silver cat followed. “You’ve already met Bonestar; I’m Halfstar, leader of NutClan.”

“Nice to meet you,” The dark blue tabby dipped his head. “Thank you for inviting us.”

“No thanks necessary. Although StarClan assured us about your presence, it’d be best to know our neighbors,” Halfstar meowed as she led his cats inside. “Welcome to the Four Walls.” 

Inside, there was a sizeable number of cats– more than three times the size of ChimeClan. Their heads soon turned to the new group, exchanging looks of curiosity, wariness, or welcome.

Windstar turned his gaze elsewhere, observing the ruined twoleg structure. While it did indeed have four walls, the holes in them were tall and unnatural. Several long rocks were scattered through it, but the most notable was the pile in the middle. Bonestar called it the Echoing Stone.

“Is that actually a clan?” A white tom with purple eyes meowed. “They look like a bunch of rogues— one even looks like a kittypet!”

He was looking at Dancingtree, whose ears and legs were a dead giveaway. The former housecat tried his best to look small. 

“Lavenderpatch!” Halfstar meowed sharply. “Do you not remember the omen our healer told us about!?”

“What if they’re the wrong cats?”

“Even I can see StarClan’s mark on the other’s forehead.” A senior… No, an elder sat on the Echoing Stone and stared at Windstar. “Introduce yourself, leader of...”

“ChimeClan,” He did as he was told, and looked to the other cats gathered. “I am Windstar of ChimeClan. We’ve journeyed from beyond and set up camp by the foot of the mountains. We hope you’re willing to let us stay and… later, negotiate borders.”

“Indeed, these are the right cats,” The cat on the Echoing Stone nodded. “I, Dappledstar, leader of BugClan, welcome you all, ChimeClan.”

“As does NutClan.”

“And SpikeClan.” Bonestar grinned. “Come and take your place, Windstar.”

As the leader hauled himself up, the foreign cats cheered their clan name. Streakswan carefully joined the other healers, and Nightsplash bounded up to the other deputies. She sheepishly turned back when she realized those were a group of BugClan warriors who simply sat nearby.

“We are now complete,” Halfstar flicked her tail as the halfmoon’s light shone down upon them. She slammed a paw on the rock beneath them, which gave a resounding ring. “Let the gathering begin!”

As Bonestar had described, the leaders spoke in order of the clan’s age: NutClan, BugClan, SpikeClan, and lastly, ChimeClan. All had reported a prosperous first halfmoon of Newleaf; Windstar couldn’t help but think that truly, StarClan led them to the right place.

“Now, onto border discussions,” Halfstar meowed. “I’m sure you’ve explored the land nearby your camp, correct?”

“Until the thunderpath, and until we detected another clan’s borders.” Windstar nodded. “We’d like to have a side of the river near the foot of the mountain, and a patch of the forest for herbs.” 

Dappledstar hummed as she gathered her thoughts. “No.”

Before Windstar could negotiate further, the strange cat stared at him.

“Our StarClan likes to sit there. You can have the side farther down. Close to here.”

“That’s… Reasonable,” Windstar tried to suppress the shiver he felt. “Thank you.” 

“The forest is far from your camp, and NutClan has many mouths to feed.” Halfstar said. “Our land is not worth your time.” 

“With all due respect, Halfstar,” Streakswan meowed from below. “Only certain herbs grow in the forest.”

“No, we still need our territory. The forest around the Four Walls is neutral ground,” She said firmly. “And you have the land across the thunderpath. Just take from them.”

Windstar turned to Bonestar, who shook her head.

“We don’t have any forest to offer because of…”

“Like I said,” Halfstar narrowed her eyes at the she-cat. “We need our territory.”

“Oh, yes yes,” Bonestar lashed her tail. “Say that one more time, would you?”

“Well–”

“I understand and agree with these arrangements,” Windstar interrupted before they could bicker further. “We, ChimeClan, are grateful for your kindness.”

The leaders nodded, and Halfstar slammed a paw on the Echoing Stone again. 

“The Gathering is over.” She yowled. “You are free to mingle until your leader says so.”

She jumped down and led her clan back to camp.

“They’re all a bit stubborn,” Streakswan whispered to Windstar as he landed next to the healer. 

“It wouldn’t be wise to press further,” He meowed. He turned to look at his other clanmates; at least they were having fun.

Nightsplah had thrown herself into a conversation with the other deputies, while a friendly BugClan cat had a chat with Dancingtree. Badgerpaw was engaging the other apprentices with a tale from the journey; from his movements, Windstar guessed it was about the wolves.

“Any plans for the rest of the moon?” Bonestar sat beside the leader. 

Hunting, gathering… Not to mention, the caves and land across the thunderpath hadn’t been explored yet. 

“I suppose we’ll settle in,” He simply meowed. “Simply get some rest. We’ve been searching for a new home for too long.”

“I understand,” She nodded. “Back then, SpikeClan had done the same, too. We’ve been here for… 600 moons, give or take.”

“Honestly,” She continued. “It’s interesting to see a new clan form. I feel like I’m watching the old tales unfold in my time instead. And for that, you have SpikeClan’s full support!”

“Thank you, Bonestar,” He dipped his head, but he didn’t take her words to heart. While her excitement was clear, her intentions weren’t. “Do you know anything about the other clans?”

“Oh, NutClan has been here forever. That’s why they hate every new clan,” She said with an annoyed flick of her tail. “They’re so… Traditional.”

“My, watch your tongue, young one,” Dappledstar meowed. Her deputy was helping her down. “When BugClan was formed, NutClan welcomed us with open paws. They had no interest in taking the plains, and they once aided us with various herbs. Stories say that during the war–”

“Oh, yes yes. How noble of NutClan,” The she-cat replied dryly. “Well. Look at the time. We should get going.”

BugClan’s deputy narrowed his eyes, but seeing his leader unphased, he chose to say nothing. Dappledstar agreed that they will be leaving, too. 

“We’ll do the same then,” Windstar meowed. “See you at the next Gathering.”

Previous Moon Event - Moss and Directions

The Heads of the Nearby Clans

Clan Territories

Next Moon Event - COMING SOON

[bug-clans-story]

Can we ask questions? Like about Oat or Honey?

I'm curious about this! Your style is simple but so nice to look at!

Oh thanks!

Yeah ask questions. There is so much I want to do with this and you all asking questions help develop the story.

Your questions influences the narrative.

[fuzzybug]

WELCOME TO BUGCLAN!

AKA my silly lil clangen drawing challenge!!

MEET THE FOUNDERS!

Leader : Palestar (she/her)

Deputy : Chervilpelt (he/him) (Adoptive father of Scrubkit. Mentor to Darkpaw.)

Medicine Cat : Mistlefur (he/him)

Warriors:

Hollowfreckle (he/him)

Mousestripe (she/her)

Daisyspider (she/her)

Bloomtumble (she/her)

Darkpaw (he/him)

Scrubkit (he/him)

Flurrykit (she/her)

[bugclan-wc]

Welcome to bugclan! I wanted to make a clangen blog, but I realized that I wasn't exactly the best at drawing cats. So you get words!

First

[missycooper33]

ocs for a thing with my friends

[bug-clan]

joining the bandwagon. a bunch of silly goofballs where surely nothing bad will happen!

[squeakyclamart]

wake up, puppet boy!

I'm being super normal about the randomly generated cats rn.

Anyway,

this is wheatstar. you will notice he's in the dark forest right now. don't worry about it he's just super silly.

and this is jaggeddrop. she's an accomplice to the silliness. and wasn't at all manipulated into it. not in the slightest. for sure

extra:

[bugcultbugcultclan]

MOON 3 - little friends

sorry I forgot to post this! I won't be posting here for a while due to art fight!

[bugclangen]

Prologue

Finchshade pov

As the Gorseclan warrior hit my chest, red and then black filled my vision. Looks like it's the end. Will Dark Forest or Starclan await me in the end? Skyclan will live without me. They managed without their medicine cat many times. I tried protecting our medic's den, but it didn't work.

But what is it? It looks like black once again turns to red... Or is it just my brain playing tricks on me in my last moments?

Wait... Is that... Dark Forest? As I thought... My deeds were not forgotten. Good. Starclan be damned. They never wanted me there either. I am welcomed onto my grounds.

- Finchshade. - the figure of my late mentor appears in front of me.

- Hushstar, - I spoke back. - I am grateful to see you again, after all those moons. Have I made you proud?

- You did. - She spoke, her voice booming and echoing through the nothingness around us.

- But we do have one more mission for you to succeed. - This sentence filled me with confusion, which did not come unnoticed from Hushstar. - You will form a clan. Back in the Wastelands, that borders with Skyclan and Gentleclan. We will grant you the greatness of nine lives that each leader gets. - I saw eight other spirits appear in front of me, yet I was unable to see who they were. At first I felt pain in all of my muscles and joints, which quickly disappeared, leaving space for the new found strength, left for me by my ancestors.

Names and faces filled my head. Both cats I saw before, ones that lived moons before me and ones that will live in my clan after I would be gone. Names and voices covered my senses, before it all went to black and only one was left. Name that will be my clan's and my clan's only, now and for moons when I will be home already.

Bugclan.

[chimeclan-tales]

Thank You + Memes

Turns out the official Clan Gen reblogged my last post AND a bunch of people followed AND a bunch of people have been saying nice things so [INHALE]

Just want to say thank you to everyone who's left a like, a reblog, or kind words! It really means a lot for other people to enjoy these silly cats xD

Unfortunately college has made it hard to make updates as consistent so... I leave these

Side note: All written moon events will have a summary at the start / bottom (depending on how spoiler heavy it is!). Thinking it just helps keep track of wtf is going on

[bug-clans-story]

"Oh my son. I love you endlessly. I can not wait to see you grow up."

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[fuzzybug]

BugClan’s first moons!!

the beginnings of MistleMouseDaisy (hasn’t happened yet but i’m rooting for them)

obsessed with Palestar and Flurrykit… they’re so grandma/grandkid…

i played through their first six moons already, and am steadily working on drawing them between classes and life and all that :)