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Happy New Year!

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“We would've had our warrior ceremony by now.”

Fogpaw groans at his sister, pushing past her as they climb higher up the mountain, paws farther from their territory than they've ever been. The terrain and the scents are unfamiliar and the rock is hot under their paws, baking in the greenleaf sun. They can’t go back, so they press on. “Don't start with that. I'm not in the mood for reminiscing right now.”

“No, no, listen to me.” Moonpaw bounds ahead of her brother, cutting him off and leaping atop a large rock. She puffs her chest out, head held high. “It's been twelve moons since our kitting, right? That means we should have our warrior ceremonies.”

Fogpaw eyes her dubiously, but Moonpaw spies the small smile that creeps across his muzzle. She grins, feeling flush with victory.

“What do you think Pitchstar would’ve chosen for our warrior names?”

“Why don't we pick them ourselves?” Moonpaw’s tail wags playfully. Fun and ceremony like this feels sorely needed after their long, lonesome travel. It's been four moons since their camp caved in and the two of them were forced to head out on their own. It's about time they have some fun. “I'll pick a name and you can name me,” Moonpaw says, patting the rock she stands atop with a paw, “and then we swap – I'll give you the name you pick.”

“Okay,” Fogpaw laughs. “I want to do yours first. What's your warrior name going to be?”

“Moonpool.”

“You didn't even have to think about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Moonpaw says, and it’s true, she has. She’s had a long, boring few moons to mull it over in her mind. “Okay, swap with me, give me my name!”

Laughing, the apprentices trade places, Moonpaw hopping down from the rock so Fogpaw can scramble atop it and look down at his sister.

“I, Fogpaw of NimbusClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon– what're the words?”

Moonpaw rolls her eyes. He should have let her go first. “Look down on this apprentice,” Moonpaw recites easily. She's been looking forward to this since her nursery days. It’s not anything like how she dreamed it would be, but having Fogpaw smiling down at her makes the unorthodox celebration worth it. “They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn.”

“Wow, you seriously have that memorized?”

Moonpaw carries on, ignoring him. “Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

“Well, do you?” Fogpaw leans down on the rock, gesturing to Moonpaw.

Emotion swells in Moonpaw’s chest. “I do.”

Fogpaw smiles warmly at her and sits upright. “Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Moonpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Moonpool.” Fogpaw cocks his head at her, a considering expression on his face. “StarClan honors you for your judgment. We welcome you as a full warrior of NimbusClan.”

Fogpaw leaps down from the rock to rest his muzzle atop Moonpool's head and she licks his shoulder in turn, eyes misty with emotion.

“Thank you,” She whispers when he pulls back.

He grins at her. “Don't get sappy just yet, you have to do mine now!”

“Right, right, okay.” Moonpool hops up onto the rock, the greenleaf sun warming her shoulder blades. “Did you think of a name?”

Fogpaw's eyebrows draw down in thought. “Hmm…”

“How about Fogfreckle?” Moonpool suggests, pointing at him with her tail. “On account of your markings?”

He looks over his shoulder at his dappled pelt. “Okay. Yeah, I like it.” He turns back to smile up at her. “Fogfreckle it is.”

Moonpool grins, then draws in a deep breath and recites the ceremonial words once more.

“By the powers of StarClan, I grant you your warrior name. Fogpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Fogfreckle.” She watches as Fogfreckle swells with determination. Her eyes shine, and she continues without hesitation. “StarClan honors your courage. We welcome you as a full warrior of NimbusClan.”

She hops down to rest her muzzle atop Fogfreckle's head, and then both cats tip their heads back and bellow across the mountain.

“Moonpool! Fogfreckle! Moonpool! Fogfreckle!”

Filled to the brim with excitement and ceremony, the pair of them chase each other around the mountain, laughing and leaping at each other and wrestling across the warm ground.

“So, are we going to stand vigil?” Fogfreckle asks, panting with exertion from their play fight.

“Stand vigil where? We don't have a camp to guard.”

“Wherever we find to sleep tonight,” Fogfreckle shrugs, a smooth roll of his shoulders under sun-warmed fur. “We can take turns, like with the names. I'll guard you first, and then you can guard me. We're warriors of NimbusClan, and we protect each other.”

Moonpool smiles at him, having to fight back the beginning prickle of emotion behind her eyes. “Pitchstar would be proud of you, you know. Not only as your mentor, but as leader.”

Fogfreckle grins at her. “You basically mentored me the rest of the way.”

“Me?” Moonpool is surprised, her eyes widening. “Hardly! You didn't need any of my help,” she laughs.

“I learned a lot from you. I'm still the better hunter,” he adds without an ounce of modesty, and Moonpool laughs and throws her shoulder against his, “but I don't think I could've done this without you by my side. You’re… I really look to you for guidance. I probably would've been killed by those cats if you hadn't come to rescue me on the border that day. You're more… you think first, which I’ll admit I don’t always do. You'd make a good leader, I think.”

Moonpool is shocked, embarrassed, but nonetheless pleased. “Come on. I got scared by a mouse earlier. That's hardly leadership material.”

Fogfreckle shrugs, but he's smiling. “Leaders can always use a bit of humility. Either way, you'll make a great warrior, Moonpool.” His smile turns teasing. “Especially with me by your side.”

She knocks her head against his affectionately and then races up the mountain, calling after him to chase her.

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THIS IS THE COOLEST FANART EVER!!!!!!! 🤩 FOGFRECKLE EXISTS IN THE PHYSICAL REALM!!!!

a smattering of other ppl's clangen kitties :3

Olive from @forestclan-clangen Baykit from @aspenclann Gingerfall from @direclan Fogfreckle from @nimbusclan (only wrote his prefix down. for some reason) Sootsight from @boughclan-clangen Wheatburn from @ranchclan

Welp. Guess I gotta give those enemy clan cats that hurt Fog the BONK. HOW DOUBLE DARE THEY!!! JAIL EM, IMMEDIATELY.

Anyhow congratulations on your warrior names you two! May you prosper and grow far stronger than any other clan!

- Anon cat

OOC: GIVE 'EM THE BONK, ANON!! The kitties are quite happy to have their full warrior names, even if their celebration was unconventional. :)

a lil insider look at what my WIP pages look like :3

"I'm just gonna draw prominent events," I said, "It's not going to be a lot of work because I'm only going to draw big game stuff," I said.

-proceeds to draw 7 panels and 3 pages worth of filler episode-

The mentors are bonding! and friends are being made.

But so are enemies... hopefully the new mediator can help them. SerpentWings ref under the cut

A former rouge waits by the border asking to join the clan.

Its currently spring (I dont read the books so I'm choosingto ignore the 'newleaf like words')

they way I draw, the size of text etc are subject to change. I can't stay constant for to long.

Moon 6

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Cold wind whistles through the rocks Moonstar and Fogfreckle are hunched under, bringing the crisp scents of first leaf-fall. With a shiver, Moonstar presses closer to Fogfreckle for warmth, but startles back as he lets out a pained hiss. She rests her gaze on her brother for a moment, eyeing the bristled, spiky fur of his pelt that sticks up around the cobwebs she did her best to wrap him with, stiff with dried blood.

The talon marks that are sunk into his back worry Moonstar. She wishes she had listened better when she was an apprentice, when their old medicine cat, Loudtalon, had been rambling on about herbs. She doesn’t want to try mixing a poultice for her brother in case she gets it wrong; she wouldn't even know where to begin. The most she can do is change his cobwebs when the blood starts to soak through and pray to StarClan that infection doesn’t set in.

She’s been doing her best to keep his wounds clean, but he’ll need new cobwebs soon. With a heavy sigh, she rises to her paws as much as the rocks crushing in around them will allow, her shoulders brushing the ceiling. Her ears have been pinned to her head for so long now that she thinks they may get stuck that way.

Moonstar moves towards Fogfreckle to give his ear an affectionate lick before she leaves, but he ducks away from her, wincing at the movement.

Moonstar halts and pulls back, chin wobbling.

Puffing her fur against the biting wind, unseasonable for this early in leaf-fall, she squeezes her way out of their makeshift den in search of three thing: cobwebs for her brother, fresh-kill for the both of them, and someplace they can finally call home.

With Fogfreckle injured, her search is limited.

Moonstar pads across the mountain, eyes sharp for the movement of prey but mind elsewhere. Before Fogfreckle was confined to his nest to heal from the eagle attack, they were constantly on the move. So far, they haven’t found anywhere that would make for a good camp. They’ve slept in abandoned dens, up in the branches of trees, tucked under scrubbly, thorny bushes – but a place big enough for two cats to sleep is nowhere near large enough for a camp.

They will rebuild NimbusClan. StarClan decreed it – StarClan chose her as leader. It has to be for something, she has to have something, some trait or destiny or something that StarClan can see that she can’t, or they wouldn’t have chosen her. Her stomach churns uncomfortably at the thought.

Her mind strays to worse thoughts, the sharp glide of golden wings slicing through the air a constant in her mind this past moon. She can’t shake how odd it was – sure, it’s not strange that a mother would want to protect her eggs – but the way it shifted its beady black glare from Moonstar to her brother seemed tainted with something more than just a mother’s protection.

With effort, she shakes the subject from her mind and sets to canvassing this section of mountain. She doesn’t want to stray too far from where Fogfreckle is, so she’s been going out in a different direction each day in the hopes she’ll find something suitable. Today, she pokes her head into a shaded clearing of pine trees, only to be met with the blinking eyes of several racoons peering through the needles – sniffs around the opening of a fox den that smells very clearly occupied (hurrying away as quickly and silently as her paws with allow) – and shrinks back into the shadows of a leafy bush when a pair of twolegs turn a corner onto a twolegtrail, speaking loudly in their foreign tongue and likely scaring away all the prey in the area.

She only manages to catch one meager mouse – but that’s fine, because it’s Fogfreckle’s favorite, and with a cobweb-coated twig cradled carefully between her teeth, she doesn’t think she’d be able to carry more than one piece of fresh-kill at the same time, anyways.

Fogfreckle stirs as she presses back into their den, her head angled awkwardly so she can get through with the stick clamped in her jaws. He glances at her as she pushes the mouse towards him, and then looks down at his paws as she sets to working clearing the old cobwebs from his fur. She tries to be gentle, but she’s no good at this medicine cat stuff. Fogfreckle grimaces the entire time and lets his mouse go cold, not sharing a single word with his sister as she rasps a tongue over his wounds, cleaning the dried blood from his fur.

Moonstar goes to sleep when she’s done, stomach rumbling, and tries not to cry.

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for moon: 🌙🪲

for fog: ✨🪲

for the world: 🏵🪵

for you: ⏩✏️

my deep and fervent desire for fog to be ALIVE during the next moon....... i hope he pulls through !!

-boughclan-clangen

Answered Moon's asks here, and Fog's asks here! 🏵 Areas that are considered cursed or sacred? Your clan’s equivalent to Moonstone/Moonpool? - In their old territory that they left behind, the cats lived close to the base of the mountain, overlooking a meadow of lupines. At the center of the meadow, one would sit in a ring of flowers and gaze unblinkingly at the stars to commune with StarClan. If the night was dark and no stars were visible, StarClan did not wish to be communed with. - In the territory they're making their way to, there will be a place called Star's Reach, which I won't reveal too much about just yet. :) - Not necessarily a sacred area, but when conditions are foggy, cats believe that the clouds being down on Earth means that StarClan can visit/commune with living cats who aren't leaders or med cats. - Only known to StarClan cats, Cloud Nine is where important figures such as (but not limited to) past leaders and medicine cats meet with each other to discuss prophecies or survey the clan. On Cloud Nine, StarClan cats can look down into a swirling mass of churning clouds much like looking into a crystal ball to observe living cats. - The Chasm. Not discussed much yet in the comic, but the Chasm is NimbusClan's Dark Forest. It's a cursed area where the souls of cats who don't make it into StarClan end up. The cats who belong to the Chasm can be referred to as Cats of the Chasm, or Chasm-Cursed. Living cats can also be considered Chasm-Cursed, which will be explained later in the story. The Chasm is also referred to as the Way Down, and less often as the Place of No Stars.

🪵 What natural resources does your clan collect for tools, rituals, decoration, etc.? -NimbusClan is quite similar to canon Warrior Cats in their intelligence, so anything they may use for supplies is going to be the same as in the books. Moss, bark, flowers, various herbs, fur, feathers, etc. If it's naturally occurring in their territory, they probably use it for something.

⏩ How far ahead do you play in clangen? How far ahead do you draw/write? - In-game, I am currently on Moon 105! I meant to stop a lot earlier, but... I was having too much fun and couldn't stop myself. >w< I have an outline completed up to Moon 69 (hehe), the actual story drafted up to Moon 30, and comic pages come out as soon as I finish them! Drawing takes the longest for me, and the support of those that read and enjoy the comic helps me stay motivated, so it works best for me to upload as soon as I finish an update instead of building up a backlog.

✏️ Who’s your favorite character to draw/write? - Moonstar and Fogfreckle are equally fun to write, I'd say, but answering asks and things from Fogfreckle's perspective I probably have sliiiightly more fun with. Because the comic is from Moonstar's POV, it's extra fun to talk from his POV for a bit! Moonstar is my favorite to draw. Her round shape is super fun for me to do, and something about Fogfreckle's face I just CANNOT GET RIGHT CONSISTENTLY. I do have fun drawing his cloud rosettes, but Moonstar is just so easy to color that she's definitely my favorite to draw.

Sorry for letting this ask sit so long... Fogfreckle is INDEED ALIVE!

Moon 5 pt 1 isn't in the moons tag!

Ooh thank you so much for bringing that to my attention, I'll fix that right now!

Next update!! Babies!!!