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SCREAMING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN
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pov no matter how hard i try i can’t stay away from the warriors fandom
this is a genuine issue someone help
may start a new clangen blog cuz this one is pretty dusty
what do y’all think
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well here i am
i’m not back lol
just visiting for a minute
yall are so sweet istg
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Hey guys!
So this is pretty random of me, but I’m not sure if I’m gonna continue with this blog.
In April, I discovered the warriors fandom and immediately became obsessed with it. I read the first three arcs, I played clangen and wcue non-stop, I started this blog etc. But as of recently, I find myself growing out of warriors and losing interest in the things I used to love. Uploading moons used to be so much fun, but now it feels more like a chore and I don’t think that’s fair on me or any of you.
I’ve ultimately decided to stop posting for the time being, maybe not even at all anymore. It’s difficult, but the warriors fandom is no longer offering me the same happiness as it did before. I’m a teenage girl, I’m naturally going to want to fit in, and sometimes I feel like I don’t belong in this fandom OR in my real life because of my conflicting interests.
This has got to be the most dramatic tumblr post ever lol, sorry. I’ll leave this blog up for you all to read, and I’m sorry to be so abrupt.
Thanks for everything guys <33
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my favourite hobby is obsessively becoming mutuals with everyone who follows me
i gotta be frens w everyone <3
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D-did ONE cat give birth to all nine kits???
NONONONO LMAO 3 SEPERATE CATS
sorry i really should’ve clarified that 😭
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hi!! this is @cressclan’s main blog here—I’m reading through your clangen stuff now and it’s so good. I love it. each character has so much personality it’s unreal. I’m only on moon 8 right now (I have a long way to go lmao) but I’m so intrigued by the story!
thank you so much 😭 this means a lot to me cuz i’ve been SO insecure about this blog lately omg
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what would you guys say if i told you that due to recent clangen developments, we now have 9 new kits.
NINE.
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hey there my little gremlins <33
so uhhh i’ve been kinda obsessed with learning how to draw cats for the past few months, and while i’m still pretty rubbish i’m getting better.
thus, i MAY be starting another clangen blog in which i make art instead of stories pretty soon…just a thought
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MOON 51
Stoatstripe is depressed, and his infection has worsened.
This moon’s story under the cut!
“Stoatstripe, you have to get up.” Glademoss was mewing, nudging his brother’s flank with his forepaw. “The clan needs it’s mediator.”
Stoatstripe grunted, turning away as he sat in his nest. “And it needs it’s deputy, too. Stop worrying about me.”
Glademoss narrowed his eyes. Both brothers had been under significant stress lately: Glademoss with his new position as deputy, a role he wasn’t sure he could perform half as well as Chaffinchbounce and Sunleopard had, and Stoatstripe with his decision to become a mediator. Leaving regular warrior life behind had been a big step for both of them.
“I’m worrying about you because that’s my job. You’re my brother, Stoatstripe, and not to mention that I’m your deputy. It’s my duty to ensure that you feel alright.” Glademoss told his littermate sternly. The role of deputy seemed to have aged him thirty moons.
“And I’ve told you, I feel fine.” Stoatstripe replied irritably. “Just a little down, like all cats. You can’t tell me you’ve not been affected by all this death.”
“Of course I have! But the rest of us are recovering from it, and I don’t see you doing that.” Glademoss replied, giving Stoatstripe another nudge. “Please, just get out of the den and come on this patrol. It’ll be good for you.”
“No, Hushstep says I can’t leave camp. My hind leg is infected.” Stoatstripe sighed. “I’m supposed to stretch it every once in a while, and that’s it.”
Glademoss rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. A little walk around the borders won’t harm you.” He said, but Stoatstripe stayed silent. Knowing it was hopeless, he began to trod away and looked back as he reached the den exit. “I know Berryspot meant a lot to you. But he would want you to be happy.”
Stoatstripe give his brother a long look before nodding slightly and turning away. Just then, Whisperingpaw bounded into the den with a cheerful greeting.
“Hey, Stoatstripe! How are we feeling today?” She called, her mew high and bright.
“Fine.” Stoatstripe replied shortly. He wished every cat would just leave him alone; constant visitors only reminded him of his days spent as a sickly kit cooped up in the medicine den.
“You don’t look it.” Whisperingpaw tutted, sniffing at his infected hind leg. “How’s the leg today?”
Stoatstripe let out a long, burdened sigh and shrugged. “The same. A little sore, kind of hot.”
Whisperingpaw nodded, thinking for a moment. “Hushstep told me to check it…he didn’t say what else to do. Perhaps I should go ask him.”
Stoatstripe sniffed. Whisperingpaw was steadily learning the trade of being a medicine cat, taking to the new skills much faster than she did as a regular apprentice. It was clear to all cats that she was a natural, and Hushstep’s proud gaze told them so.
“You do that.” He told her dryly, watching as she turned and trotted back across the clearing to ask her mentor for guidance.
Stoatstripe remembered his own apprenticeship like it was yesterday. His fondest memories were of sparring with Gladepaw, laughing and practising battle moves as his father watched on proudly.
He missed those days a lot.
awww poor stoat, i love how glade still cares for him as the dep tho
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MOON 50
Stoatstripe becomes a mediator. Whisperingpaw becomes a medicine cat apprentice, realising she has failed at becoming a warrior. Hushstep takes her to meet the other medicine cats.
This moon’s story under the cut!
“Are you sure they’ll like me?” Whisperingpaw asked anxiously as she and Hushstep trotted through the sparse woods towards the Moonbush. Her eyes sparkled in the evening moonlight, the worry in them clear.
“Of course they will.” Hushstep mewed firmly, giving her a comforting nudge. It was immensely difficult for him to walk the same path that he had walked so many times with Berryspot, his former apprentice whom had recently been killed by a fox. However, he had always known deep down inside that Whisperingpaw was a medicine cat at heart.
“But—but what if Starclan don’t accept me?” She fretted. “I’ve spent so long trying to become a warrior, so maybe that’s the path they chose for me at birth?”
Hushstep sighed. “Whisperingpaw, I know for a fact that you’ll be accepted by Starclan. It was very brave of you to come to me a few days ago, and they will acknowledge your courage.”
A few days prior to the half-moon meeting, Whisperingpaw had nervously asked Hushstep if she could leave her warrior training behind and join him in the medicine den. The decision had been brewing for a while, and both mentor and apprentice felt sure it was the right one. Even Mossgleam, Whisperingpaw’s previous mentor, agreed that becoming a warrior wasn’t meant for her.
“I hope they do.” Whisperingpaw murmured. “I tried so hard to be a warrior, I really did. But I’ve always known I wanted to heal.”
Hushstep nodded. “It’s a worthy path for any cat to follow. I know your littermates might give you a hard time, but every cat can see this is where you belong.”
As the experienced medicine cat uttered those words, a glimmering clump of bushes became visible round the bend and the strong scent of other clans became apparent.
“Hello?” Hushstep called as they approached the bushes. A beautiful black she-cat looked up as they arrived and purred in greeting.
“Hushstep! It’s great to see you again. We missed you at the last two meetings.” She mewed, getting to her paws and touching noses with Hushstep.
“Ah, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. I’m sure you were told at the Gatherings, but Berryspot’s death was quite difficult to bear.” He explained quietly, sounding immensely sad when he thought of his former apprentice. As if remembering suddenly, he turned to Whisperingpaw. “Ravenbloom, this is my new apprentice Whisperingpaw.”
Ravenbloom seemed to appraise the younger she-cat for a moment, before softening her gaze. “Hello, Whisperingpaw. You seem a little old to be an apprentice.” She smiled, meaning well.
“I was training to be a warrior for many moons.” Whisperingpaw explained awkwardly. “It took me far too long to realise that being a medicine cat was what I was really meant for.”
“I’m sure she’ll be wonderful.” Hushstep added. “And I hope…I hope that Berryspot would approve.”
Ravenbloom gave her fellow medicine cat a sympathetic look. “I know he would, Hushstep. Any further news of Antclan?”
Hushstep shrugged. “I believe Stoatstripe, a young warrior of ours, has decided to channel his talents into becoming a mediator.” He reported casually.
The scent coming from Ravenbloom’s glossy pelt told Whisperingpaw she was from Drizzleclan. Looking around, she spotted a large rosetted tom wandering towards them from his previous spot next to the Moonbush.
“Jaguartooth! It’s been a while, old friend.” Hushstep greeted as cheerfully as he could. Many cats were sure that the white-furred medicine cat would never fully be the same after Berryspot’s untimely departure.
“Hiya, Hushstep.” The older tom grunted, his mew hoarse. “Good to see ya. This your new apprentice?”
Hushstep nodded and brushed his pelt against Whisperingpaw’s. “Yes, this is Whisperingpaw. Is Acornleaf joining us this evening? I’m sure they’d get along.”
Jaguartooth glanced around. “Yeah, he stopped to catch a fat rabbit a while back. Should be here any mo-“
Suddenly, a skinny brown tom with ruffled fur and bright eyes burst through the trees with a massive rabbit in his jaws. “Hey, you’re here!” He called, dropping the prey and bounding over to the group of cats. “Evening, Ravenbloom and Hushstep! Who’s this?”
His gaze moved to Whisperingpaw, excitement sparking in his wide green eyes as he took in a new face. “Never seen you before. Are you Hushstep’s apprentice?”
Whisperingpaw nodded shyly. “Yes, that’s me.”
Acornleaf nodded and turned back to Hushstep. “I’m awfully sorry about Berryspot. He was a great cat, we’ll all miss him.”
Hushstep stared intently at his paws. “Yes.” He agreed solemnly. “He was brilliant. But we must move on with our lives.”
Suddenly, a rustling came from the bushes and two new cats approached the group of medicine cats. Whisperingpaw picked up their scents as being cats of Meadowclan, the last of the four clans to arrive.
“Ah, Bluewing! Here at last, and with Petalpaw too.” Ravenbloom greeted, flicking her tail merrily. “Nice to see you both.”
Petalpaw’s eyes lit up when she caught sight of Whisperingpaw. “Is that Hushstep’s new apprentice?” She asked her mentor excitedly.
Bluewing, looking tired and a little impatient, nodded. Petalpaw couldn’t have been older than seven moons, bouncing on her forepaws with shining eyes. “Cool!” She squeaked. “What’s your name? I’m Petalpaw, and one day I want to be called Petalblossom!”
Whisperingpaw blinked, trying to process the sheer energy of the young she-cat. “I-I’m Whisperingpaw. Nice to meet you.”
Bluewing thrust their tail over Petalpaw’s mouth before she could say anything else and smiled apologetically. “Sorry about her, she’s rather new to all of this. Pleasure to meet you, Whisperingpaw.”
And as the seven medicine cats began to nibble at the glimmering berries of the moonbush in preparation for their half-moon dreams, Whisperingpaw knew that this was where she was meant to be all along.
if my main girliepop whispering is happy, i’m happy
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MAN THIS IS AMAZING WHAT? TYSM SUN IS SO COOL
Some fanart for a couple of Clan Gen blogs!!!!
Disclaimer: This is the first time I used markers (and on tracing paper-- god they're fickle!). I also made a couple of other cats but alas... They looked HORRIBLE. I might try again in the future
But I needed some practice so… Just turned it into something fun!
Lee - @fallenclan - *explosion sound effect* i love him
Rainstar - @newt-clan - i just rlly like how she keeps vibing with an outsider ++ twoleg food lmao
Fogtail - @wyrm-clangen - hoping she gets some Ws soon QwQ
Sunleopard - @antclan-blogs - aaa she will be missed (idk if i got her design right tho-- considering the sprite but i hope it's alright!)
Frondstar - @coyoteclan - i love how she swears, probably calling Grayswan a bitch rn
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what did i do to deserve being so bad at art *sob*
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I REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!
omg i can’t thank y’all enough, never imagined this account would get this popular oml
cuz y’all wanted a special edition short story, something is in the works right now (gonna be pretty long)!
again, thank you thank you thank you so MUCH!
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right so turns out i was a little silly and forgot to block some of the bots that follow me <3
BUT i’m still like 3 followers away from 100 so if you’re seeing this n don’t follow me, do it!!!
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yo you’re a really good writer!! also whisperingpaw x brokenrain supremacy
omg tysm—also yesss they’re so good together
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DIARRHEA???
THATS WHAT IM SAYING BRO 😭 I COULDNT BRING MYSELF TO MAKE PRAIRIELEAP TELL WHISPERINGPAW THAT IT WAS LITERALLY EXPLOSIVE SHIT SO I CHANGED THE WORDING LMAOOOO
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