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Literally beefing with a child over the coming of mouse christ

also if anyone has any tips on making it higher quality and not blurry on pc please help me

#sorry i know this blog is dead #but go look at my friend's clangen stuff... #cute kitty cats... #clangen: sycamoreclan #not my cats

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Moon 0

the End and the Beginning

im so nervous but aaaa lets see where this goes

✦ rblogs > likes ✦

#very excited to follow along with this one #looking with big eyes #art style... #graveyard clan as a concept is so huge brain

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Duskstar's Past Snippet

CW: Murder, character who enjoys murder, de.. humanization, injury mention, shotgun mention, implied gore via a character being shot but there's no on screen blood or viscera, violence, scheming, etc

“The rain can wash away the evidence, but the flowers will always remember.”

Duskpelt woke with a start, on his trembling feet immediately. He looked around the den wildly, looking for any sign of someone else there with him. Someone who could’ve spoken in his ear like that. Strands of cobweb from the shoddy bandage job he’d done on himself hung in his eyes, and after being certain he wasn’t being ambushed, he set to try to carefully clear them of his eyes while keeping the bandage on the wound on his forehead.

Once he’d tidied himself off, he continued to walk into the woods. His gait was odd- several fine steps, and then a few limping ones. Not the walk of a truly wounded animal, as his steps without the limp were confident and sure footed. But he was nearing Burrowclan territory, and he needed to appear far more injured than he was. The woods here were eerily silent, birds quieted far more than they ought to be. Duskpelt squinted up into the trees, knowing certainly that he wasn’t making enough noise to have them on edge. So what did? 

Inevitably he finds his way to the camp walls, a great collection of roots and thickets constructed carefully so that only small animals could enter. Duskpelt wiggled his way into camp, collapsing theatrically next to the freshkill pile. He looked up, panting, and quizzically found himself alone still. It was just before midday, and certainly while in the warmer weather many cats would remain in the shade, the camp was never this empty. Duskpelt hummed in worry, slowly getting to his feet, keeping with his faux limp. 

“Hello?” He called. A small brush of movement near the medicine cat den pulled his attention there, and he began to limp forward. “Snaillake, are you-?” 

“Shut up,” A familiar, sharp voice hissed from the shadows. “Shut up and get in the den. Now.” 

Duskpelt slipped into the medicine den without hesitation. The smell of blood and pain hit him in the face hard, enough to dizzy him. Inside was Snaillake, a bandage around one leg, tending to five other cats within. Duskpelt immediately recognized them; the Clan’s older medicine cat, the deputy, an apprentice, and two warriors. They were all mangled beyond belief in some way, bandages stained through with blood and herb poultices, many of them seeming to be unconscious. 

Duskpelt’s ears flattened, glancing over at Snaillake. “What… What happened while I was gone?” 

“Dogs,” Snaillake uttered venomously. “Dogs and their two-legs, and no one’s sure why. Two-legs don’t seem all that interested in us one way or another, but their dogs keep setting after us and they don’t care much for it. They started…” Snaillake paused, putting his paw down, thinking. “Their rods. They had these shining stone rods that they pointed at us, and next thing you’d know, the ground would explode into nothing.” Snaillake swallowed a little. “Lilacpaw got pointed at. It didn’t make the ground explode then, somehow. But Lilacpaw…” He shook his head, letting out a shaky breath and regaining his composure. “I dragged everyone back that I could. Ragleaf and I were on an herb patrol and we heard Molefang’s hunting party get attacked. Ragleaf would’ve been fine, but those damn dogs were still sniffing around. I barely managed to climb a tree myself,” Snaillake added, raising his injured leg. “What about you? Where’s Ferretstar?” 

Duskpelt glanced at the incapacitated cats laying in their nests. “She…” Duskpelt glanced down at the ground. “We also had a run in with a dog. I thought it was an odd one off encounter, but it seems to be related to your phenomena.” 

Snaillake searched Duskpelt’s face for a long while, and then nodded. “I understand… Well, drag a nest over from the warrior den if you can, and I’ll have a look at you shortly.” 

Duskpelt dipped his head. “Thank you, Snaillake.” 

—

“So,” Duskpelt asked coolly, stepping out into the empty clearing that night with the able bodied medicine cat. “Do you think… They’ll make it?” 

“They could. But if we’re going to go through with our plan still, then I’ll make sure they don’t.”

“Good,” Duskpelt said nervously. “I was worried we’d have a harder time taking him out, but these two-legs and their dogs… They seem to be a bit of a blessing.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Snaillake said sharply, narrowing his eyes as he looked up at Duskpelt. “You didn’t see the debris of Lilacpaw’s pelt like I did. I don’t care how convenient this situation might be for our purposes, a blessing is far too generous a word.” 

“You’re right,” Duskpelt said with a breath. “You’re right, of course. I’m getting ahead of myself.” 

“Right.” 

A silence settled over the two, and they looked up at the sky together for a moment. Duskpelt shifted slightly as he sat down. “Snaillake, do you… Ever think about what I asked you?” 

“About whether or not you could go through with this?” 

“Well,” Duskpelt shifted his paws. “Yes. About not being sure if I could kill kin like that.” 

“Of course. I had to reassure you a thousand times that you wouldn’t have thought out such a detailed plan if you weren’t capable of actually doing it.” 

“Right. Well, I started having those doubts again while we were on the mountain, and…��

“That’s how you got hurt, isn’t it? You doubted yourself, gave her a moment to realize what was happening and retaliate, and it became life or death for you.” 

“... Yes. She… It…” Duskpelt flexed his claws into the ground, pupils slitted so thin, you’d think he was staring down a monster’s great gaze. “Her claws opened my skin and it was like she was nothing to me anymore. She wasn’t even a cat. She had no language, no family, no history, no culture, no beliefs, no dreams. Once that pain set in, it was… Too easy to kill her.” 

Snaillake cocked his head, looking up at the taller tom. “You sound troubled at this realization.” 

Duskpelt trembled a little, claws working at the dirt harder. “I craved that kind of violence, Snaillake. It felt good. I relished in finishing off each of her remaining lives once she was down.” Duskpelt licked his lips, finally turning his gaze to Snaillake, pupils widening again as they focused on the scene at hand. “I can not risk anyone knowing that about me, if I am going to lead this Clan.” 

“No, I suppose a blood thirsty leader would be… Off putting. But you’ve not exactly had that reputation in the Clan as is, so why worry at all?” 

“Well,” Duskpelt started, letting out a measured breath. “I’m worried about if another cat gets it in their head to challenge me. I don’t know if I could fight another cat without… Without making sure they couldn’t fight me again.” 

“And you were trained to be a mediator, Duskpelt,” Snaillake said exasperatedly. “You’ve already got your solution right there; keep people appeased with your flowery words, play mediator, and just appeal to people’s insecurities. No one has to know you’ve got your own.” 

Duskpelt looked over Snaillake with a thoughtful expression. Perhaps a less… ambitious cat would find Snaillake’s blasé demeanor unsettling, but it was respectable here. Duskpelt allowed himself a slight smile, purring. “Thank you, you’re right. I’ll keep my head on my shoulders. No point in stressing about it if it’ll just get me caught.” Duskpelt stood, turning back to the medicine den. “Let’s get to bed. We’ll start dealing with the opposition tomorrow.” 

Snaillake nodded, following Duskpelt back to the medicine den.

#Hiveclan #clangen #clangen: Hiveclan #Hiveclan: Journal #Hiveclan: Duskstar #Hiveclan: Snaillake #bonus writing #didn't intend for this to be part of the normal rotation so we can have a little sunday treat lol

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while i'm still figuring out updates, here's some beeflick shitpost i've done the last few days. she seems to be my clangen friends' favorite so she gets all the attention lmao

#hiveclan: beeflick #hiveclan: art #it feels wrong to give this the art tag lmao

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Finally (for now) is Scuttlepaw on zulius's base. Scuttlepaw is a silver marbled tabby tom with pale green eyes and odd lying fur. His resting face is that of slightly perturbed inquisition, as if slightly concerned by all the things he's seeing. He is quiet, and often doesn't speak unless absolutely necessary. His mentor is Beeflick, who is feeling rather nervous about having another apprentice after Honeystream.

#hiveclan #clangen #clangen: hiveclan #goosewccats #hiveclan: scuttlepaw

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Finished Ryepaw on zulius's base. Ryepaw is a fawn ticked tabby tom with amber eyes and dense fur. He has a resting challenging face, as if he's constantly ready to start a bet or dare. Ryepaw is being mentored by Duskstar, and after his brother's death, hates Mitebreeze with his whole body. Duskstar plans to use this to pit Ryepaw's training against Mitebreeze's success to push him.

#Hiveclan #clangen #clangen: Hiveclan #goosewccats #Hiveclan: Ryepaw

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Finished Hootpaw on zulius's base. Hootpaw is a cinnamon ticked tabby tom with a white V on his chest and blue eyes. His resting face is a wide, observant look and a soft smile. Hootpaw was mentored to Mitebreeze for about the entirety for a moon before coming down with a heinous kitten cough infection, sending him careening downhill till he just couldn't keep going. He's joined Honeystream in Starclan, but hasn't earned a warrior name as he's not considered the first dead for the Clan. (Think like black dog/church grim rules)

#Hiveclan #clangen #clangen: Hiveclan #goosewccats #Hiveclan: Hootpaw

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allegiances have been updated and I'll try to have our new paws' refs out shortly as well. very excited as I start feeling better to get back to writing and doodling these little guys :)

#goose talks #the cough is at a way more managable point #thank you extra strength mucinex

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Managed to get our newest cat on to the base by zulius! His name is Frenchfern, a speckled gray tabby tom with warm gray eyes and short fur. He's got wide, friendly eyes and an amicable resting face. So far he's been getting friendly with Beeflick, and I think it'll stay that way. He's considered a senior warrior, so I'm imagining their relationship with be like. Elder gay, not quite brother or father figure, but definitely like. Someone of guidance to her.

#HIveclan #clangen #clangen: Hiveclan #goosewccats #Hiveclan: Frenchfern

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jk i'm sick as shit so. Updates after the moon stuff may be late yippee (i'm fine just very lightheaded with a cold)

#goose talks #help ugh

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Moon Update

Moon 7:

Patrols: Snaillake takes Leechpaw on an herb gathering patrol to replace the herbs she used. Duskstar suggests now would be a good time to teach Mitepaw new fighting techniques. Both cats have a nice practice session, swapping their best tips and tricks with each other. Beeflick goes hunting alone and catches a mouse.

Roachchirp has a running nose. Duskstar names Mitepaw Mitebreeze and honors her strong will. The infection in Norman's wound has abated and he has healed from the strain of having a litter. Beeflick appreciates how Scuttlekit always seems to ask how she's doing. Mitebreeze stands tall when Leechpaw walks by. Mitebreeze tells Scuttlekit she caught the prey just for him when she delivers it.

Moon 8:

Patrols: Duskstar and Mitebreeze find a kittypet who wishes to join the Clan. He takes little convincing. (French joined Hiveclan) Frenchfern and Beeflick go on a border patrol together. Frenchfern falls when a tunnel below him collapses in, but Beeflick reassures him while she digs him out. Leechpaw trains alone while Roachchirp is seek, thinking about her last vision. Training puts her into an almost meditative state, and she both works out her vision as well as improves upon her skills.

French changed his name to Frenchfern. Ryepaw is apprenticed to Duskstar. Hootpaw is apprenticed to Mitebreeze. Snaillake's tail was badly injured by a dog. Ryepaw has gotten a runny nose. Mitebreeze mews congratulations to Beeflick for a job well done. Duskstar thinks Frenchfern hasn't been doing very much work lately. Ryepaw finds a bit of fluff that smells like Norman and adds it to his nest. Hootpaw dies of kittencough.

Moon 9:

Patrols: Duskstar and Ryepaw find an opening to a new set of tunnels. They determine that a wolverine has made it's home there and leave quickly. Mitepaw and Leechpaw find a fox eating a whitetail fawn carcass. They try to chase it off but fail, leaving without injuries. Beeflick and Frenchfern find a fox eating a calf carcass. They try to chase it off, but a coyote yip sends the fox and the cats both running.

Scuttlepaw is apprenticed to Beeflick. Roachchirp is no longer ill. Beeflick finds a bit of fur that smells like Roachchirp and adds it to her nest. Mosquitofur jokes about exploring Two-Leg place with Duskstar. Duskstar is surprised by Ryepaw being thoughtful. Scuttlepaw has been listening to Beeflick talk about how difficult herb memorization is. Frenchfern bickered about something trivial with Duskstar.

#Hiveclan #clangen #clangen: Hiveclan #Hiveclan update #moons 7-9 #Moon update

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Moon 6: Part 3

“Hm. Norman,” Snaillake said in a cool tone. “Do you think you could perhaps give Duskstar and I a moment?” 

Norman glanced up from sorting the herbs that he’d gotten that morning, looking up at the other medicine cat and his leader. “Sure thing, I’ll get back to these when y’all are done talking.” He stood, meandering out of the medicine den’s entrance. 

Duskstar had been coming around the medicine den quite a bit lately. Secretive, Clan things, Norman figured. Things that Norman probably wasn’t quite ready for yet, if he ever would be. But it didn’t bother him- he didn’t want or need to learn the intricacies of Clan life, as long as he was being useful enough that he and his kits had food and shelter, he was happy to just have a safe place to live. Instead, he set foot toward the apprentice den, deciding to check up on Leechpaw. 

When he entered, he found Mitepaw curled up beside Leechpaw, bathing her. Mitepaw glanced up at Norman, and sat up some. Her face seemed tired, but Norman didn’t pay it any mind. He knew she wouldn’t appreciate him prying anyways. 

“Sorry, might I have a moment with Leechpaw?” Norman asked gently. Mitepaw stood, dipping her head politely. She got up to leave the den, but stopped in passing Norman. 

“She, um… She seems to be doing better,” Mitepaw said in a soft tone, looking into Norman’s eyes. “I hope you find the same.” Norman nodded once, noting the anxious tension in Mitepaw. 

“I’ll be very thorough with my checkup,” Norman reassured her. Mitepaw left the den without another word, and Norman stepped in. 

“I haven’t been coughing at night anymore,” Leechpaw chirped up, kneading at her bedding. 

Norman smiled patiently. “That’s good! Let me listen in on your heart and lungs for a moment, I’m sure you’ll be able to get back out there soon.” 

Leechpaw rolled onto her side, stretching her legs out so that her ribs were exposed to Norman. He leaned down, placing his ear against her chest, and listening carefully. Leechpaw began to take the deep, even breaths she’d had to do during every one of these check ups. Her chest rose and fell confidently, no quiver to the muscle, and Norman noted a strength to her heartbeat. He sat up again, and began to examine her face as well. 

“Well, your breathing is good and you seem to not have any mucus build up anywhere. Your hearing is about even. I think you’ll be set within another dawn or two, but don’t do anything till Snaillake’s had a chance to confirm that for me, alright?” 

Leechpaw grinned excitedly. “I’m just glad to be feeling better, I’ll wait for Snaillake’s opinion. Just… Make sure he hurries, please.” 

Norman chuckled a little at the apprentice’s enthusiasm. “I’ll make sure he visits as soon as he and Duskstar’s business is over with.” Norman stood, going to exit the den. As he did, he nearly ran into Duskstar heading into the apprentice den. The two narrowly missed knocking heads with each other, taking a step back. Norman looked up, catching Duskstar’s eyes in his. 

Thunder, Norman found himself thinking. His eyes… Like a storm rolling over the hills.

“Sorry, Norman,” Duskstar said with an apologetic smile. “Is Mitepaw in here?”

“No,” Norman said, shaking Duskstar’s eyes out of his head. “She uh, just left. Perhaps she’s in the dirt-place, or heading to the training grounds?” 

“Perhaps, I’ll try there. Thank you,” Duskstar dipped his head and, as quickly as he’d come around the corner into Norman, he was gone. 

Norman stood there for a moment, taking a moment to collect himself. He continued to walk out of the den, back toward the medicine den. Despite his attempts at calming himself, he couldn’t quite get those thoughts out of his head.

Thunder… Thunder over the hills…

#hiveclan #clangen #clangen: hiveclan #hiveclan: duskstar #hiveclan: norman #hiveclan: leechpaw #hiveclan: mitepaw #hiveclan: snaillake #hiveclan: journal

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going through a weird little bit of art block (though rather more so that I only have one thing that my brain will let me draw rn and that's a personal project :( ) so might just be lore/text posts for a little while.

#goose talks #hiveclan #sorry :( #I wanna draw more of these guys but my brain just won't let me motivate

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Moon 6: Leechpaw is breathing normally again, the water in her lungs is gone.

Just a happy girl... Needed something light and easy to draw

#Hiveclan #clangen #clangen: Hiveclan #Hiveclan: Art #Hiveclan: Leechpaw

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Moon 6: Part 2

Beeflick stretched her sore limbs out as she padded back into camp. Another solo border patrol on the North end had taken longer than expected, and Beeflick found herself tired of walking by the time she got back to camp. She’d avoided going on as many patrols as she could with Roachchirp, save for the occasional border patrol in the East, and Beeflick had made a note to sun and eat with Duskstar as much as possible. She didn’t want Roachchirp to feel like she was avoiding her, and she wondered if Roachchirp had noticed. And Beeflick wondered if Roachchirp was upset. And perhaps missed the two of them going on patrols together. Beeflick still spoke to her in the warriors den, but never much more than “good night” or “good morning”. And Roachchirp always seemed rather quiet and distant, though it hurt Beeflick’s heart less to imagine that was just a result of Roachchirp being tired at the end of a long day or not really being a morning cat. 

All of this to say; Beeflick found herself thinking about Roachchirp more now than she had when the two were patrolling. And so she was surprised when she was ripped out of her Roachchirp thoughts by Roachchirp’s voice beside her. 

“Beeflick?” Roachchirp asked, her face unreadable. Beeflick felt her pelt grow hot with embarrassment. She must’ve been staring at her, or at least a wall for too long. 

“Y-yes, sorry, um… What is it?” Beeflick tried to regain her composure, sitting up a little too straight.

Roachchirp watched her, her expression unwavering. Her eyes were set on Beeflick intensely, and Beeflick wasn’t sure if the blue in them was always that cold or if it was just tonight. “Do you think we could go on a walk? Talk, maybe?” 

Beeflick felt her chest cramp, just a little, and she licked her lips. “Well…” Beeflick started looking around the camp. Duskstar had his back to them, talking with Snaillake and Mitepaw rather excitedly. He wouldn’t notice for a while if they just left for a bit, right? “Sure.” Beeflick turned her eyes back to Roachchirp’s quickly, just barely catching eye contact before Roachchirp stood, walking toward the entrance. 

“Then let’s go before he notices.” 

---

“So,” Beeflick started softly. “What did you want to talk about…?” She had been following Roachchirp now for some time. It had been silent between the two of them, though with Roachchirp occasionally glancing over her shoulder to ensure that Beeflick was still there. 

Roachchirp’s ears flicked a little, but her head didn’t turn. “Well,” Roachchirp sighed. “I wanted… To ask about my security in the Clan.” 

There was… Something in Beeflick that ached now. This was a conversation with the Hiveclan deputy. This was not a conversation with Beeflick. Beeflick shook the disappointment from her fur, bounding up to be beside Roachchirp, rather than behind her. “What do you mean?” Beeflick asked in a far more formal tone. 

Roachchirp glanced at her, and Beeflick thought she could pick up on a flash of exhaustion and worry. “Duskstar doesn’t trust me.” It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t bitter. It was a matter of fact, an observation. 

“Well-”

“Don’t. Please don’t defend him or lie to me and say he does. I know he doesn’t trust me, and he’s made that clear from day one. I’m not ever going to be a Clan cat to him.” Roachchirp’s eyes turned back forward, her pace slowing down as they climbed a knoll. 

“Ok. I won’t. Duskstar doesn’t trust you,” Beeflick said with a firm earnesty. “But I don’t think it’s going to compromise your position in the Clan.” Roachchirp stopped at the top of the knoll, turning to look at Beeflick. Beeflick widened her eyes some, making eye contact with her again. “But you are a strong warrior, Roachchirp. And the Clan relies on you. Duskstar can be as paranoid as he wants about you, but he and I both know better than to think we could ever do any of this without you.” Beeflick found herself stepping toward Roachchirp, and realizing this, she sat down to keep herself from inching forward any farther. “He might not trust you, but I’ve hunted with you and I’ve been on patrols with you. We ran off a dog together. He doesn’t have to trust you, because I do.” 

Roachchirp stood there, the moon rising behind her. She looked at Beeflick for a long while, searching her eyes and face for any sign of dishonesty or that fake saccharine kindness that Duskstar held. But Beeflick kept her eyes wide, unmoving from Roachchirp’s, every muscle in her body facing her like a sunflower straining for sunlight. Roachchirp’s muzzle twitched just slightly and she nodded. “Thank you, Beeflick.” Roachchirp turned to look down the knoll on the other side, her eyes wandering out through the grass. Beeflick glanced that way, but she found herself coming back to look at Roachchirp. Her eyes were still far away. An early Leaf-fall breeze kicked up, ruffling her fur, and Beeflick shivered a little against it, though not from a chill. Roachchirp, sensing her movement, looked back at Beeflick. “We should get back to camp before Duskstar notices us out together again.” 

“Oh, yes,” Beeflick said, standing up. “Did… Did he tell you to stay away from me? How did you know…” 

“Oh, no. But you were incessantly cheery about our patrols together and then just. Stopped. So it was easy enough to figure out, considering.” 

“... Ah,” Beeflick felt that prickle of embarrassment again at being so obvious about her enthusiasm. “Well. Either way, let us return to camp.”

#hiveclan #clangen #clangen: hiveclan #hiveclan: beeflick #hiveclan: roachchirp #hiveclan: journal

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He's technically apprentice sized bc he died at like 7 moons but. I offer you my awkward teenaged ghost cat, Honeystream!

Attention Ashpaw fans!

you guys have the wonderful chance to get your oc get a cameo in moon 6 because i need bg characters for starclan wooooow. i will pick 5 lucky winners. all you need to do is reblog this with a reference of ur warrior cat oc and i will put your username in a funny little wheel to spin. good luck

#not my cats #goose talks #clangen #ashpaw is alone #big fan of this comic especially #the vibes are. unsettling /pos #love a good traumatized little guy #eating ears and shit

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Moon 6: Beeflick and Roachchirp find more abandoned nests, but these smell empty.

#hiveclan #clangen #clangen: hiveclan #hiveclan: art #hiveclan: beeflick #hiveclan: roachchirp #goosewccats