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[wyrm-clangen]

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OKAY, so MAYBE Turtlefreckle was actually talking to the clan therapist about his illegal affair.

Not me, being emotional about how they're all blue-gray like their grandpa Rainstripe. :__:

[sunrisesunset-wc]

palette challenges

[liysterr]

Clangen - Skipclan’s Revenge

Moon 0

[tomlivingspace]

oh god they made peeniss into warrior cats

[snailclan]

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[eeveekitti]

portal x warrior cats is here to haunt you all again

just wheatley though

[jayinserenity]

So, @wyrm-clangen's recent moons have been living rent free in my head, and as the #1 Seedgorse fan I needed to write something about him in all of the recent sadness. So Wyrm, here's that thing I asked for notes for.

Seedgorse woke slowly, he'd finally managed to doze off for a bit once he'd gotten Stemkit to stop fussing and sleep. He was grateful, once again, for their clan's tunnels and the ability to keep everyone warm throughout the harshness of leaf bare. Rainmask and his patrol had come back from the last patrol reporting storm clouds moving in fast. Riftstar had set the healthy warriors to work preparing for a possible blizzard, those who weren't already working on the quarantine tunnel. 

Shifting in his nest slowly, he blinked his eyes open and tried his best to avoid waking the ball of kits curled against him. As he blinked the sleep from his eyes he felt a fond smile blooming on his face as he looked down at his litter. Little Owlkit, his quietest, was snuggled up with Larchkit, her sister's muzzle pressed tight into Owlkit's neck fur while Stemkit had wrapped herself around Larchkit, tucked between his tail and her sister's back. 

Wait

Seedgorse bolted upright, suddenly fully awake, not concerned with how Stemkit woke with an upset mewl and the whole litter was suddenly in an uproar, waking Marcy, Turtlefreckle and several of their kits. But none of that mattered because Where was Timberkit?

“Seedgorse? Honey you look terrified what’s wrong?” Marcy’s voice was still creaky with sleep as she tried to fully come to wakefulness. Turtlefreckle turned from his own litter at her words, and Seedgorse met his gaze and saw a spark of his own fear in them.

“Timberkit isn’t here.” 

“Neither is Pricklekit.” He stood then, brushing his tail over his daughters comfortingly as he moved from their nest. Behind him he heard the older kits fussing.

“Oh stars where are Heron or Burdock!” Marcy bolted out of her nest, her and Nightkits’ voices joining the cacophony but Seedgorse was out of the tunnel then. The commotion had alerted Swiftstream on guard duty.

“Problem?”

“Some of the kits are missing- my daughter is missing-” The younger warrior’s hackles raised and the tom was moving in an instant, bolting into the warriors den to wake the rest of the clan. Within heartbeats Riftstar was in the main den organizing search patrols. Wheatpaw and the other healthy apprentices were already scouring every nook and gap they could find in the tunnels, searching for any hiding spot. Daisypaw, mask in place, was standing at the edge of the quarantine tunnel talking to a harrowed looking Fiercechasm, relaying to the rest of the ill cats to check their tunnel thoroughly. Turtlefreckle and Marcy had the kits gathered, asking them if they’d seen where their sisters had gone, or knew anything. Any possible answer for what could be happening. He couldn’t believe it, he’d only fallen asleep once the whole litter had been sleeping. Timberkit had been sound asleep-

“Seedgorse.” He startled from his… he wasn’t sure what to call it, a daze? Shock? Whatever it was, Riftstar’s voice was gentle, and his eyes held worry as he looked at Seedgorse. “The search patrols are getting ready to go out. Fogtail, Marcy, Fidgetpaw, Icypaw and Rookrise are watching the kits, Fidgetpaw will keep them busy and you know the others would rather die than lose another. Do you want to stay and watch them or-”

“I need to find her.” Riftstar didn’t look surprised, merely nodded solemnly and lead the way to the exit tunnel. Stepping out into the storm that had descended, Seedgorse saw his littermates, Frostprance and Sprucepaw waiting for them and several rapidly disappearing trails of pawprints. Riftstar didn’t need to give the order for the patrol to fan out. They paired up and the pairs stayed withing sight or sound of one another as they started to search. 

Heartbeats turned to minutes, turned to hours as Seedgorse and Riftstar searched. Silent but for an occasional call for any of the missing kits. He could faintly hear Bea and Water doing the same. But with every passing moment the dread wrapping around his heart tightened further and further. The weather was getting worse, the light sprinkle of snow merging with a driving freezing rain as a proper blizzard threatened to envelope the patrol, Star the territory, entirely. 

But the dark had descended on them, Riftstar called a halt, gathering the patrol in a copse of pines near the edge of the Twolegplace. Seedgorse’s entire body was on alert being so close to the creatures again, and he fought every hair on his pelt not to think about his poor little Timberkit being in one of those metal nests. Having those hairless paws on his baby.

“We need to return to camp.” Riftstar’s voice was raw when the patrol finally all gathered, and Seedgorse whipped around on the older tom in fury.

“What?!”

“Seedgorse-” He faintly heard Beaverfleck mew behind him but he was already looming over Riftstar. The elderly leader didn’t rise from where he sat, merely watched as Seedgorse stalked closer.

“Are you suggesting we just, what, go home? Snuggle back up in our warm nests while our kits are out here freezing to death?!” He snarled, feeling the start of tears prickling at the edge of his eyes and trying to harness the rage to avoid the desperate fear trying to overwhelm him. But then Riftstar looked up and met his eyes, and that rage was replaced by surprise at the sheer hopelessness in his leader’s eyes. Since he was a kit Riftstar had always had hope. Even when he spoke of his lost mate, he hadn’t seemed this helpless. 

“Seed, please.” Frostprance’s voice was soft when she broke the silence, he faintly noticed Riftstar turning away, hiding the tears in his own eyes, as he turned back to the rest of the patrol. Beaverfleck’s tears were visible, ready to fall, looking like she couldn’t figure out if she should go to him or not. Waterstep, while not crying like their sister, was visibly devastated, and that same helplessness he saw in Riftstar was reflected in his brother. Frostprance, their sister in all but blood, was sitting, her tail wrapped close around a shivering Sprucepaw, and while she looked calmer than any of them, it wasn’t hard to see past it to the heartbreak. Sprucepaw looked terrified, shivering from the cold as well as the fear as he tucked closer to the warrior. 

“Seed, we won’t find her like this. I’m so sorry.” Frostprance’s words were gentle, but it was the final stone removed from the pile. All of the emotions he’d been trying to mask with rage tumbled through Seedgorse and the tears started to fall. He felt himself start to sob as his siblings, his leader, and Sprucepaw clustered around him. They’d return to camp later, and Seedgorse would have to explain to his remaining daughters that he didn’t know where their sister was, didn’t know if they’d ever see her again. But for this moment, all he could do was lean into his brother, tuck his face into Beaverfleck’s fluffy neck fur, damp with her own tears, and let Frostprance and Riftstar gently groom him as he let the utter and complete devastation wash through him. 

[calamarikitty]

wheatpaw & magnoliakit!

two characters from a rp i'm in! (i own wheatpaw!) he's a very happy-go-lucky guy and is best friends with this lil kit. they play pretend together and they rule the clan in their free time

just a doodle i think but they're such cuties needed to share the propaganda

[antclan-blogs]

MOON 44

Berryspot has an infected tail. Cedarheart is made a warrior.

This moon’s story under the cut!

“As if it wasn’t enough that I have WHITECOUGH!” Berryspot wailed dramatically. “Now I must battle through the AGONY of an infected tail?!”

Hushstep sighed, having heard Berryspot’s lamenting rants at least 20 times that day alone. “I’m telling you, you’re fine. Now stop complaining before I rake your pelt clean off.”

Berryspot’s tail had recently been attacked by a fox as he was out collecting herbs, and now it had become infected. He was, evidently, distraught.

“Do you want me to suffer, Hushstep?” Berryspot demanded. “My poor tail…”

Hushstep let out a prolonged sigh as Whisperingpaw trotted into the den, eyes bright. “Hello, Hushstep! Hello, Berryspot!” She called cheerfully.

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’ve got whitecough too.” Hushstep sighed. “It’s spreading like wildfire.”

“Nope! I feel fine. I was just wondering if you needed any help in here, now that Berryspot’s out of action.” Whisperingpaw mewed airily.

“That would be great, thank you!” Hushstep grinned. “Do you think you could count how many poppy seeds we have left, and then count the feverfew?”

Whisperingpaw nodded. “On it!” She padded across the medicine den, searching for the herb supplies, and once she had found the neat piles she settled herself in to count.

Hushstep gave an approving nod and turned to Berryspot. “I’m just going to check on Rivernose. Back soon.”

Berryspot grunted and adjusted himself in the nest. He didn’t like having a warrior apprentice doing jobs he could easily be doing, even if he was poorly. His self-pity had seemed to evaporate as soon as Whisperingpaw showed up.

“How are you feeling, Berryspot?” The young she-cat asked cheerfully as she nosed the herbs.

“Fine.” Berryspot answered shortly, turning away. Whisperingpaw looked a little hurt and gave him a nudge.

“Sorry for barging in. I know you probably want your rest.” She apologised lightly.

Berryspot shrugged, his gaze softening a little. “It’s not your fault I’m grumpy.” He smiled, making an attempt at a joke to defuse the tension.

Whispering gave a polite little laugh as she counted. “It always smells so nice in the medicine den. It helps me relax.” She remarked airily.

“Tired after training?” Berryspot guessed, tilting his head to one side.

“I’m practically asleep on my paws!” Whisperingpaw replied, stifling a yawn. “Mossgleam had me pouncing at prey all morning, and I STILL didn’t catch anything.” The apprentice seemed slightly disheartened, bending low over the herbs.

“Maybe it was just an off day.” Berryspot offered sympathetically. “It’s foggy out in the forest today, isn’t it?”

Whisperingpaw huffed. “A little bit, but not enough for it to be an excuse. Brookpaw caught a big, juicy vole, and Badgerdust was thrilled.” She sighed.

“Brookpaw has always been a good hunter. Maybe your skills lie somewhere else, like in fighting or tracking.” Berryspot comforted the apprentice.

“That’s what Mossgleam said.” Whisperingpaw said, finishing with the poppy seeds. “19.” She whispered. “I tried to focus on fighting, but Wheatpaw battered me.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. Wheatpaw’s older, and more experienced.”

“But every cat knows he can barely fight to save himself! What does that say about me?” Whisperingpaw protested. “Sometimes I…nevermind.”

“What is it?” Berryspot urged her, concerned.

“It’s just…” Whisperingpaw lamented. “Sometimes I think I’m not good enough to be a warrior.”

Berryspot tutted. “Every cat thinks that at some point in their life. I’m sure you’re not THAT terrible, Whisperingpaw.”

“You should see me! Honestly, a newborn kit could catch a squirrel faster than me.” Whisperingpaw mewed, staring at her paws. “10.” She mumbled as she finished with the feverfew.

“You shouldn’t give up hope. Perhaps you’ll get better as you progress. Every apprentice learns at a different pace.” Berryspot told her.

“Well, Brookpaw and Prairiepaw learn way faster than I do. Now that Cedarheart is a warrior and Wheatpaw is almost one, it’s just me and my two prodigy sisters!” Whisperingpaw practically wailed.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say they’re prodigies. You just see it that way.” Berryspot mewed. “You’ll be a good warrior, Whisperingpaw. Look at who your parents are!”

“Don’t even get me started on them.” Whisperingpaw muttered darkly, turning away. “Must be great for you in here. You’re not expected to catch every rabbit in the forest in a single morning.”

Berryspot chuckled. “No, but my job can be pretty tough too. I have to make sure that no cat suffers, and that’s quite a burden.”

Whisperingpaw shrugged. “I guess. But medicine is straightforward, and there’s always a way. With hunting and fighting, there’s a million different techniques to learn, and all these variations of one simple thing. It makes my head hurt.”

“That’s why I chose to become a medicine cat.” Berryspot mused. “I didn’t want that life.”

Whisperingpaw let out a long, thoughtful breath. “Maybe I don’t either.” She said finally, and quickly got to her paws and padded out of the den. Berryspot watched her leave, a little surprised by her words.

Did Whisperingpaw regret her choice to follow the path of a warrior?

i wonder what might happen…not like i know already or anything…

[blizzyboy]

starting a clangen thing???

ColdClan

the clan is mostly female bc all the coolest looking randomly generated cats were female

leader: Cragstar

his warrior name was Cragstorm and i just chose him as leader bc he cool looking

deputy: Lichencreek

med cat: Waterfoot

med cat apprentice: Wheatpaw

chose as med app bc of connection to StarClan and also Cragstar just couldn’t handle 2 apprentices at once along with being leader

Sleetpaw

Lichencreek’s apprentice

Smokypaw

Cragstar’s apprentice

maybe related to Crag bc they look rlly similar

(idk how to code so maybe i’ll just pretend they’re siblings lol)

elder: Frogleg

ngl Crag and Smoky r my favs ❤️

[dice-nagito-ace]

Oh man, actually I voted earlier when Nagito and Miku were neck and neck, what happened wkfklwlfld

Can I ask for a ot3? Gundham/Hajime/Kokichi? A doodle is good for me <3

that's most likely due to timezones ahaha but i havent given up yet!! if nothing else at least i fought

1.) Saigoku | Detailed

2.) Amatojo | Doodle

3.) Double Life! Pearl & Scott | Doodle

4.) Data (Star Trek) | Doodle

5.) Ozzy (OC) | Doodle

6.) Robin/Dick Grayson | Doodle

7.) Scout & Wheatley w/ matching hats | Doodle

8.) Wheatpaw | Doodle

9.) Gundham/Hajime/Kokichi | Doodle

huh, what do i tag the ot3, idk their shipnamenwnfns

[wyrm-clangen]

So, been a while lmao

I've lost track of ages, so we're free wheeling rn

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[pikaclan]

Moon 421

Season: Newleaf

Ceremonies

Treestar stands above the Clan and proclaims that Wheatpaw shall be known as Wheatbloom, honoring their openness. They believe they are part of a new prophecy

Misc

After being rejected by Starlingholly, Shiveringivy's barely been visible round camp. They're good at hiding when they want to.

Quivershine wasn't looking where they were going and tripped over a small trunk, but came out of it with only their pride bruised

Other Clans

Wisteriaflare travels to SplinterClan to resolve some hunting disputes but no progress was made

Blossommane travels to FlightClan to resolve some recent personal disputes and come backs with a plan to solve the issue for good

Health

The LionClan medicine cat asks for mallow and we refuse to share Treestar feels like their weak leg might collapse Frogcry has a running nose and has been yowling about their ticks Oddflight's tail was badly injured by falling rocks Thundersight's whitecough progresses to greencough Quivershine recovers from their grief Deino feeds Pepperpaw disgusting herbs with their supper, concerned over their running nose. Pepperpaw thinks they should be more concerned with ruining their appetite! Tansykit recovered from shock

[liysterr]

fellas something is cooking jn the clangen soup…

this is skipclan! lore coming soon *rubs hands*

[acornhowlclan]

Wheatpaw flirts with Moonpaw, she just wants to show him a butterfly

[tabbytales-positivity]

shout out to wheatpaw fr

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