#oc clans

[nugget-loves-cats]

🌊Tideclan🌊

LEADER

Sandstar

DEPUTY

Galestrike

MEDICINE CAT(S)

Shellspeckle

MEDIATOR(S)

Dayglimmer

WARRIORS

Ploverdash

Kelpleaf

Crabsnap

Mackerelstripe

Sealwisker

Eelsting

Waveswipe

Mistlight

Driftstorm

APPRENTICES

Sunpaw

Cliffpaw

Ospereypaw

QUEEN & KITS

Shimmerpool

ELDERS

Clamgleam

Camp

[astralcat]

ASL get reincarnated as warrior cats au

This AU has 4 alternate clans: FireClan (the main one, whose territory is in the forest), CaveClan (territory is well, caves), AirClan (territory is open crags and cliffs) and LakeClan (territory is on an island in a lake). They're themed after the four classical elements (fire, earth, air, water).

Here's FireClan:

Cougarheat and Dappledawn were the kits of loners/rogues, but they were found abandoned as very young kits by patrols, and raised in FireClan by Waspsun.

Crowfire came to the Clan at around 6 moons old. He belonged to a rich family that didn't like him and only got him because they won him in a contest and couldn't refuse him.

After Dappledawn recieves his warrior name, StarClan reveals to the three that they are reincarnations of Ace, Sabo and Luffy and that they are part of a prophecy with Paintedmoon.

Rednight is Paintedmoon's mother (I generated most of the cats in FireClan with an allegiances generator on Perchance, before using Felidaze's Warrior Cat Creator Picrew to create the designs from the descriptions, and the generator decided Paintedmoon had a stiff and quiet presence and called other cats "kid". I ended up taking Paintedmoon in a different direction, and I created Rednight to have those traits.), and Twitchingfawn is Reindeerpaw's parent.

Slatestepper (Fadingwing after Slatestepper joined the elders) was Cougarheat's mentor, Galeshell was Crowfire's mentor until his disappearance and presumed death, and Foxstar was Dappledawn's mentor.

Medicine cats having kits is not forbidden in this AU.

Edit: yes i am aware that the diagram has dappledawn's name switched around. just ignore it

Edit 2: lore change activate! dappledawn's parents are now apple and a loner named draco, also paintedmoon's father is not thistleface

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Soft yan clan leader has me soo🫠 imagine the horror if he were to argue with his beloved wife or try to deny her something and she looks like she's about to cry or the grovel if he pissed her off and she ignored him ahhh i neeeed himmm

Oh my... the ideas in my head... 😶‍🌫️

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife! Reader

warnings(?): slight angst, very cheesy/romantic, emotions

note: it's written from his perspective:)

"I refuse." his tone was strict, reminiscent of a dull dagger that someone forgot to sharpen. That's what you did to him; you took his bite away.

Sighing he massaged his temples.

"I don't want my wife roaming around the streets ever again without my explicit knowledge." his fingers curled until his knuckles whitened.

"Do you have any idea of the sheer number of ill-intending people out on streets at nighttime? My love what if danger befell you while I wasn't there to shield you? What if some sick bastard—."

"Husband. Did I hurt you so?" your bottom lip trembled, shame glistened in the corners of your eyes; those beautiful eyes that he wanted to bind with silk so that no one else could admire them.

"My love I just worry—"

"I didn't want to cause you to worry." now you started sniffling and he could audibly hear his heart shatter. "I just missed my hometown so much and— I forgot myself. I am sorry." you muttered. He could detect the insecurity creep into your wavering tone; he was losing you again to the demons in your pretty head.

"I won't ever cause you trouble again, husband."

"My love that isn't what I—"

"Goodnight." you spun on your heel, adamant on slipping through his fingers like sand before he could even raise his voice in protest, demanding you to stay. If you just knew that he didn't blame you for getting carried away by the memories of your childhood, longing for a time much more innocent nor that he found you troublesome—he only wanted you safe and snug under his wing, why couldn't you understand?

But he wouldn't have that. No more. He would never tire of chasing you—but he couldn't bear the sight of your backside any longer.

"Love," his breath tickled the shell of your ear, on hand splayed across your waist, the other wrapped around your jaw, "don't run away. At least not today. I apologise, so much, for your husband's inability to make you understand just how much he loves you."

He sighed again, pressing a kiss to your earlobe, over the dangling diamond that had once belonged to his mother.

"Please don't think you're troubling me. I only worry because wherever you go you take my soul with you. And a man can't survive without that, now can he?" he drew you further in, engulfed you in his embrace, letting the darkness of the night be the only observer of the intimacy between the two of you.

"My love." he breathed.

"My love," he repeated,"I love you, please stop believing otherwise. I beg you of you. Please love me too." there was clear frustration in his tone, silent suffering that would only rarely slip through the cracks of his usual mask yet with you; he discarded that very facade alltogether.

The room was cloaked in darkness like so many other nights, yet this night felt colder, icy even. He was desperate to reach through to you. Slowly, the words he would always spit out felt repetitive; too artificial for his liking and he feared you would perhaps never believe in them.

"My love please—"

You kissed him.

He had searched for heaven before he met you, but now he found it between your lips. In the way you hugged him not with your arms but with your mouth, glossy gaze a split open, gazing at him as if you had finally, finally, accepted the truth.

It was mind-numbingly sweet; it didn't last very long, your tongue only shyly prodded at his bottom lip before you tried fleeting back like a startled deer, eyes everywhere but on him. Still, he held you in his arms refusing to let you escape—because now that he finally had a taste of heaven, he would never let you out of his embrace.

"I love you." he uttered. And now, even as you didn't reply, only looking away bashfully in the way he found so cute he could pinch your cheeks, he knew that he had finally succeeded.

He had captured your heart—the soul of his heaven, his sacramentum, his moon.

You were his.

[sporeclan]

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Aww omg Finchwisp has a crush thats so sweet what a wholesome moon for her 🥰 ... OH.

[gray-thistleclan]

Heres a ref for ALL gray-thistleclan cats past & present!

[bonanza-tact]

Kkir fankid bc i love them sm

Hatake Kohari, born during the interlude

[thlaylistar]

Seal Who Hides in the Snow (From Portus Genus)

[giuranza]

Sketches from last year when I was playing a lot of ClanGen. It was fun drawing my cats from Dew Clan.

[hextechmaturgy]

been really enjoying playing some vtm again :) nosferatu babygirl u will always be famous <333

[whisper-cats]

Heavystar doodles to get a better grasp on his character

[daelynnxx]

alpinehawk! hes a protagonist in my friend groups custom clans

close up

[nugget-loves-cats]

Territories Map

I have some OC clans that I adore and have been super excited to share! Here’s a map of their territories 🪷🌾🌊🌳

[zillychu]

a normal clan. a very normalclan

[thedarkestrivernymph]

I would love any yandere clan leader fluff tbh, maybe one where someone from a clan at a party disrespects reader and he comforts her after defending her? Thanks!

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife! Reader

note: it kind of follows the theme of reader being overly insecure/doubting him

warnings: harassment, insecure! reader,

Everything was loud.

The piano and violin, the hushed whispers surronding you like constant white noise, the whiskey lingering in the air like cheap perfume. You felt your head spin and buzz—bile on the back of your tongue while you clutched your glass filled with the unidentifiable magenta swirling inside of it.

You shouldn't be here. Just were not cut-out for this; for the weight that your husband's last name bore, pushing you down until you could do nothing but slouch.

And then a strange cold limp patted you on your shoulder. Right, you were next to your husband's cousin—what was his name again?

“Relax, I’m sure he's gonna be right back.”

But as he laughed, tipsy as he was, you were certain that his hand shouldn’t feel like a heavy paw of a fox tackling down a lamp to feast on—it probably should’ve comforted you along with his words, reassure you and ease the tension between your shoulder blades.

“Pretty shy, ain't you?” he quipped and all you could do was smile awkwardly.

He was nice-looking, younger than you, probably with no fear of anything; especially not physical contact. It probably didn't mean much to him, but to you the pads of his fingers brushing over your naked shoulder felt violating, as if he placed them there specifically to watch the discomfort spawn on your face. As if he prided himself with being socially more comptent than you.

“Such a pretty face, but you don't talk much, do ya? C’mon talk, it's just me, we’re practically family now.” his breath stung, made your eyes tear up from the potent concentration of alcohol.

You hadn’t even meant to get roped up in this conversation, not at all. Passing by, searching for your husband in the crowd of unfamiliar clan-members and different clans; men dressed in their finest suits or cultural attires, with women adored in extravagant dresses and bold colours—you had stumbled upon the one familiar face of his distant cousin and now his arm draped over your shoulder like shackles keeping you in place.

“Got really lucky with ya—didn’t he? Lucky Bastard.” he laughed and you further shrunk and shriveled into yourself. “Got to be the next clan leader, got the title, the fame, the power, always got the prettier women—”

“That's enough.” a voice cut through the stifling air like a whip; sharp and poised like the gaze of his owner with his sudden appearance —draped in matching midnight blue silk, dressed worthy of the head of a clan as large as his was.

He was angered, you could tell that much—the piercing look in his eyes spoke for itself; as deep as the ocean, a storm wracking in his soul, with waves building up until they even swallowed you.

So you looked away, ashamed.

“I said that's enough.” this time he ripped his cousin's dirty paw off of your shoulder. His jaw was clenched and suddenly you felt suffocated by the intensity of it all—you hadn't meant for this. What if now he would blame you? Thought you were comfortable with being close to other men. He was so sweet till now, but what if he was appalled now, disgusted, what if he—

“Are you alright, love?” he grounded you, as he always did, holding you like fragile porcelain, peering down at you with stern but not unkind eyes.

“I-I am fine.” you stammered, overwhelmed by his gentle tone and softer touch—it made your head spin with confusion. Just why was he always so kind to you? Even now? Even after everything he saw.

“Love, you don't look fine to me.” he whispered, came close enough so that his breath brushed the shell of your ear and the warmth of it travel down to your painfully fast beating heart. “No, I really am—”

“She said she's fine. What? Tryna make me seem like the bad guy when you left your woman alone—” he didn't get any more words out before his collar tightened, dangerously until air was just but a luxury.

Yet you didn't even see him choking, nor did you hear whatever it was that your betrothed threatened him with, shielding your line of sight with his broad back, towering over the other guy as if he didn't want you to watch.

However he, no matter how much he tried concealing the conversation occuring between them—with hushed whispers similar to that of a scolding father—you could see raw terror in his cousin's eyes after your husband let him go. The man’s eyes were as wide as saucers and they may have met yours for just a fraction—yet you were sure of what you saw. Even more so as he scurried away like a mouse.

“Come. Let's get you out of here.” he grabbed you by your arm, firmly with strength that you knew would bruise if he was as angry with you as he was with his cousin. So he wasn't angry with you? Somehow, knowing this only unsettled you further.

He whisked you away—somewhere much more private and intimate; into a nearby empty room. Staring down at you, he stood still as a statue after closing the door, allowing silence to hug the both of you in a stifling embrace.

“I am sorry—” you broke through the silence, shattering the illusion of calmness.

“Sorry?” he furrowed his brows, bewilderment taking over his features and you swore his eyes watered. In a way, he only looked more frustrated, the sharpness of his features morphing to something animalistic.

“Is sorry not enough?” you flinched, squinting, the moon once more had chosen you to illuminate with its beauty. Yet, you were nothing worth of it—not when he stood in front of you, more righteous and more deserving than you ever had been.

It seemed he was at a loss for words, staring at you as if you were alien to him.

“I truly feel remorseful—” you were about to kneel, lower yourself, but before your knees even had the chance to hit the ground he held you in his arms, shaking you with all his might.

“Stop, my love, please stop. One more word of yours and my heart will rip.” he was frantic, desperate. This wasn't the usual head-strong confident leader, the man with the voice of chiffon—this was him, raw and vulnerable.

“How can you—have I failed this much?” his voice was like tides of the sea; unrestrained yet eerily calm. “Have I neglected you? Have I not shown you how much I love you?” his touch become more frantic, hands burying themselves into the fabric of your dress.

“I failed you, my love. I am so ashamed of myself.” now he was the one kneeling in front of you. The man who's presence alone was enough to demand order and submission, who reigned over his clan firmly yet fairly, who was respected by everyone around you—at your feet, staring up at you as if you were his goddess and he a peasant.

Stunned you could only stare as wetness glistened over his cheeks, strange softness taking ahold of his features.

“I—” he pressed a kiss to your ankle. “I will prove myself to you once again. I will love you so much, you won't ever have the opportunity to doubt. I will love you enough for the both of us. So much, that you won't ever take the blame for a bastard again. I will love you so much, that you will stop thinking that you're anything but a minx that captured me and continues to do so.” he kissed your knee.

“Do you even know how much I struggle to let you out of my arms whenever we hug? I can't bear the thought of someone else claiming that you're theirs. When I know that you're my soulmate since the day our eyes met. I am yours in body and mind and I want you to finally see that.” his voice deep and soulful cracked, fingers clutching you like a lifeline.

“My love, I will do better. I promised once to prove myself to you, and I promise twice now. Even if it takes my whole life, I will get rid of everything that hurts you. Anyone that hurts you. And that includes all that garbage in that pretty head of yours. I will do better teaching you, love.” he kissed you over your beating heart.

“I am yours.”

[loudclan-clangen]

Loudclan - Moon 33: Part 2

The whole of Loudclan gathers at the Blackwater Pool to attend a very special ceremony. The clan is excited for more than just the celebration, as during this unusually cold fall the blackwater gives off more heat than the sun.

Dancesun has earned his warrior name at 11 moons old! Hopefully his wisdom will serve him well as he steps up to the role of deputy.

Despite the importance of this day, Wildfirecry seems distant, his attention drawn to something else at the pool's edge.

Owlstar, Siltsplash, and Rosehiptree all leave the celebration behind to walk the territory.

[Sorry this one took so long. It was nearly done a couple of weeks ago and then I went completely crazy and decided that I must fully redraw one of the sections. It was the correct choice but it meant a redoing a lot of work that I had already done. It also means that Owlstar's scar is on the wrong side in one of the panels and I was too exhausted to change it. I'm picking my battles and redrawing the one panel that I was able to keep from the original version is not one that I am willing to fight. Especially when this moon might end up being 4 or 5 parts long. Anyway, next part is fully just dialogue between two characters so that one shouldn't take as long... unless the voices tell me to redraw half of the finished thing again... lets all just hope for the best.]

First Moon

[gray-thistleclan]

new & improved Cherrystar (leader) Goldsight (healer) and Cotv (deputy) refs!