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I am currently hosting ScrubClan Daily, a Clangen blog that updates every evening with a new moon!
I also host @1000-years-of-bayclangen, a Clangen challenge where, you guessed it, I'm trying to reach 1000 years (12,000 moons!) fully annotated. Come join me on my journey and my struggle <3
My biggest project ever is the Clans of the Granite Circle (which I made a short overview post for tumblr) that has 10 Clans, three Orders, and currently well over 600 characters. Most of my doodles are cats from that project. the #granite circle tag should hold everything
Elementsign / Guildlands info post. A fantasy sandbox world where I can play with sparklecats and cats made of clouds.
(Currently I'm playing around with BloodClan (no connection to canon BloodClan), another edgy sparklecat setting. I just really, really like Sparklecats. And magic. It's not an addiction, it's a hobby)
Game sideblogs!!
@brownie-gives-cats where I make free warrior cat OCs for anyone who shoots me an ask! I am ADDICTED to making characters so please indulge my obsession and stop on by.
@brownie-rates-names where I rate your warrior names on a scale 1-10. Try to get a high score!
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my response/prompt for moon 1 of the wcrpforums Clangen CaC rp I'm hosting [silverclan]
Rough summary: A group of 10 former kittypets and loners climb a mountain with the intention of reviving an ancient Clan, SilverClan. Two other Clans in the valley below, RattleClan and HeathClan, survived the shattering of Ancient SilverClan and now watch closely to see if these new cats have what it takes to truly take on SilverClan's ancient legacy...
Here, Germanderstar of RattleClan and her deputy, Racerskitter, discuss the new cats that have taken up residence in the ruins of SilverClan's ancient camp, and how they plan to treat their new neighbors...
wc: 630
Moon 1 -- RattleClan -- Germanderstar
"I'm still not sure this is the right move," Germanderstar mewed, softly enough that only Racerskitter could hear her doubts. Her deputy sat on the drooping branch beside her, his stormy grey pelt closer than her own shadow.
He turned to her with a soft smile. Racerskitter had a good smile. Calming, assured. Germanderstar felt her heart slow even before he began speaking with a low, steady voice: "if you don't trust your own judgement, trust mine. And trust Whitetail's. We all agreed this is the path forward with the least risk."
Germanderstar flicked her ears, listened. Her thoughts twisted in her head, kettling like buzzards on a warm thermal, spiraling spiraling spiraling...
Below their paws, Dragonflykit stalked an unwitting Catalpakit. Dragonflykit pounced on her tail, and the dark molly squealed and dashed away, prompting a game of chase. Germanderstar didn't see little Satyrkit, but she didn't expect to: he rarely wanted to be a part of his littermates' games, and was good at hiding himself from their antics. Weaverghost, napping beside a fallen log, probably had one eye open, watching whatever hidey-hole Satyrkit had snuck off to. Probably.
"Besides," Racerskitter continued. "You've seen SilverClan's camp--I know you've snuck up there on a dare before, we all have--and anything even remotely salvageable has long since been taken. It's not like these new cats can do any real damage: it's already a ruin."
The white leader simply dipped her head, acknowledging the point. Silence grew between them like soft ferns. They watched as Catalpakit turned on Dragonflykit, rearing up on her hind paws to crash down on her brother's head. The two kittens collapsed into a ball of squeaking fur. From the darkness of the honeysuckle arching over the elder's den, Germanderstar caught the glint of golden eyeshine low to the ground, and only moments later, Satyrkit burst from cover, ambushing both his littermates and crushing them under a cloud of long, silvery fur.
"Most likely, this newest pack of mwrriu'gee will run back to their twolegs and foxholes before the rainy season ends," Racerskitter said, his voice pitched even quieter than before. Germanderstar found herself leaning into him--not only to hear his words more clearly, but also for the way his sturdy confidence steadied the shaking in her soul. "But if they do manage to revive SilverClan and unlock the Silver Gates..."
"We can't afford to sit on the sidelines,"Germanderstar finished.
She watched as Weaverghost opened his eyes, yawned, and kicked a moss-ball with his paw as he stretched himself awake. Her three kittens hared off after it, racing across camp with clumsy paws. Would they know a world in which SilverClan was returned to its former glory? Would they see the Silver Gates flung open, visit a StarClan no longer trapped in its gilded cage?
Racerskitter bumped her shoulder with his, drawing her attention to that soft smile. "For now, all we have to do is be friendly and keep our options open. And Mwash, I know that goes against your terrible, bloodthirsty nature--" Racerskitter cut himself off, his smile growing into an impish grin even before Germanderstar had the chance to pin her ears back with a playful growl batting at his paws. "But it's better to be patient with this. We need to find out what HeathClan is scheming before we make our move. Honestly, I'm far more worried about what those scheming fox-hearts have planned than anything the bumbling crew of kittypets intend to try."
The two cats talked softly for several more minutes, but the shivering in Germanderstar's belly had stilled with Racerskitter's words as she knew it would. She spent the rest of the meeting with half her attention on her kits, tumbling below, knowing Racerskitter would take care of anything she forgot.
Then the border patrol came in from the SilverClan border, Brownshell in the lead, and Racerskitter hopped down from the leader's branch to take their report. For the first time since the new cats marched up the mountain and called themselves SilverClan, Germanderstar felt at ease. RattleClan had a plan, and with a little luck, everything would soon be going their way.
smol update from meeee. What have I been doing for fun lately?
Basking in the radiant joy of finally completing 100 moons of @scrubclan-daily, mostly! It was a super fun and satisfying project to work on (and I'm def gonna do more soon), but getting an hour of time back every day is also soooo nice. I feel like I can do so many things in a day now! I'm also having a lot of fun doing ScrubClan hypokit asks in the interim--go send me some rarepairs to smoosh together <3
Chipping away at my second dead god file on isaac. Been doing a run or two each night with friends who have just started playing the game. I'm trying to get infinity god before any of them can reach their first dead god which is a fun little challenge. We're all doing our daily run grinding together <3
Gregtech new horizons, tho I've been slowing down on that a bit. I like having a huge project to chip away at, and now that I've established my base and fallen into the really grindy bits (steam multiblocks) I've taken a little bit of a step back from it and only boot it up every few days, (usually in the hour-ish time block in the early morning I had set out for writing ScrubClan updates haha)
@1000-years-of-bayclangen!!!! I've been having SO much fun with this project haha I love the format and the spreadsheets and the drama. BayClan has been so entertaining and I'm very glad I decided to host it on tumblr <3 It has so many qol features compared to forums or discord hosting. speaking of forums tho...
Last week I finally opened SilverClan, a Clangen claim-a-cat rp, on the wcrpforums. I love love love hosting rps, especially Clangen rps, and this one has been a joy to host so far!! Everyone is so creative and talented writers ;-; ;-; Tho SilverClan isn't a "traditional" rp; it's more like a group writelocke/artlocke where players claim a cat and then write a short bit of prose giving details to what happens to their kitty each moon! It's super fun <3 SilverClan is currently full, but the waitlist is always open to new members. You'll have to make a forum account to participate but SilverClan is open to the public [here]. I'm having a great time implementing BBAU!Clanmew into the updates and the lore hehe
I don't really like to share irl things on the internets, but I will say I've been having a blast touring open houses with a few of my homies. I can't afford to move out, but a group of my close friends are seriously thinking about pooling funds to buy a place. So I get to have all the fun of "new house critiquing" without any of the stress of "how much money will it take to make this place livable". The place we have lined up to look at this weekend looks really promising!
I'm also hoping to be more active on @brownie-gives-cats and @brownie-rates-names. I've been doing a few asks here and there, but I'd like to take 20m out of my day to do an ask every day or at least every other day for those two blogs. I've been SLACKING lately and the askboxes are like... WAY too full (10+ unanswered on both). I love doing them, it's just when I want to do something Cat Related rn I default to playing BayClan, or adding to my genemod expansion pack, or catching up on all the Clangen blogs I want to read...
Anyways this is getting way too long for a smol update, but yeeeee I'm alive, I've been Doing Things, glad to exist ect ect
yall year 15 has some EVENTFUL moons! Gonna be a long one folks. Might take me a few days to get it done--I can only do like 2-3 of these long bois in one sitting before I mentally gotta take a break
Speaking of which... poll time! This one is on ~reader preferences~ there's no right or wrong answer!
To Detail or Not to Detail
That is the question. Sometimes I include patrols that aren't important to the plot for flavor. This has the benefit of giving the world and characters more depth, but has the drawback of making the updates longer to read (and significantly longer to produce; a written out patrol not only takes time to type, but also carries creative weight, which makes it harder for me to do many moons in one sitting).
DO NOTE that no matter the patrol results, I won't be making any major changes to the way I do my updates!! I'm writing these moons the way I want to be writing them, with the level of detail I feel is right in the moment and with the inspiration I have been gifted as I'm writing them. I simply want to gauge (however inaccurately a poll can) the value a reader gains from including these segments. A good balance of flavor and forward motion is my true goal!
Polls are anonymous, so please be honest! I'd love to get a feel for how "binge-able" reading BayClan is~ There are examples below if you'd like to see how I define a "flavor patrol", and as always, the askbox, the comments, and my DMs are open if you feel there isn't an accurate poll answer to fit your thoughts and you want to help me make this the best story it can be!
Flavor patrols...
I love them and wish there were more of them
I enjoy them most when there is only one flavor patrol each moon
I'd rather have a big moon with lots of plot sandwiched between focused moons
I think long moons with big paragraphs are intimidating
I tend to skim anything that isn't highlighted and/or an image
I struggle to process long paragraph; flavor sections make it difficult to enjoy
I haven't read any of BayClan I just want to participate (:
Voting ended on10h
[Left: includes detailed patrols for flavor; right: includes major events and highlights important patrols only]
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Want a cat to share your gender? Want more representation for a niche set of neos? Or maybe you just think gender is cool?
I'm always trying to expand my knowledge of gender and grow more comfortable using neopronouns in my writing. So I thought: why not give myself a resource to take inspiration from instead of defaulting to agender or she/they or they/them? And why not open up this list to yall, so I can learn even more xenogenders?
So now when one of BayClan's cats comes out as nonbinary, I'll take a peek at this list first! Please DO use this list as a resource for your own writing too!!! Just be respectful of all genders and make sure you know how to conjugate them properly before using them~
How To Make a Submission:
RECOMMENDED: Reblog this post with your suggested genders/pronouns, either as a chain (great for longer lists!) or in the tags
Comment! Though comments have a limited word count, so this is only recommended for shorter submissions
Send a list as an ask to this blog! I'll keep a list of screenshots for submissions sent this way, so you can use anon if you're uncomfortable sending your list with your blog user.
They/them, but is stargender at night and consider themself genderfluid!
they're nonbinary, but like to use masculine relationship words (father/son/brother)
genderfluid she/he. Never uses they/them
Note:
If the pronoun set is "regular" (like adding an "s" to a noun (storm/storms; bug/bugs) or one of the big four (she/he/they/it) there's no need to conjugate it in your list! I gotchu
But if the pronoun set is "irregular" (jae/jade; glo/glows; flo/flowers) or could be ambiguous in conjugation (xe or ze mostly), I'd appreciate a quick conjugation set so I don't have to make assumptions!
If you're not sure if your pronoun set is regular or irregular, it's best to include a conjugation set! More information is always helpful, especially to others that might want to learn more about neopronouns and don't have as much experience with using them!
Starting this off with a list of my own! Most of these are recycled from GullClan--a project I started but never really went anywhere with. It was part of a mutation challenge, where a cat's appearance is randomized every moon, including their sex, and so one of the core social focal points of the Clan was expressing ones identity using gender. I had a great time crafting some xenogenders/unique identities for the cast, and I'd love to use some of them again!
Big Identity Labels I Don't Use Enough:
Gender apathy - don't care about what pronouns are used. (Can have yucks and still be gender apathetic!)
Xenogender... in general
Hyper(gender) - uses one set of pronouns exclusively, and does not like any other pronouns or gender associated with them, even as a joke
Bigender/Polygender
Conditional genderfluidity
Cis/trans + xeno -- gimme more he/him nightgender toms or she/they mercats
At the start of the decade, BayClan has few kits and relies heavily on loner and kittypet recruitment to keep BayClan strong. Tulipstar retires on moon 41 and the young Grousestar becomes leader; due to Grousestar's time spent in the nearby twolegplace when she was captured as an apprentice and the connections bubble made there, Grousestar continues Tulipstar's policy of kittypet recruitment.
Rushstar of CricketClan retires on moon 69, making Adderstar leader, a choice which plunges all three Clans into war after war. Adderstar's grudge lies primarily against ShiveringClan (and doesn't abate even after her childhood friend, Crabstar, becomes leader of ShiveringClan in 89), but extends her grudge to BayClan after Grousestar was forced to declare war in 81 after several CricketClan prey-stealing raids.
Very few moons after Adderstar takes leadership are peaceful, with war raging between CricketClan and ShiveringClan or BayClan (or both at the same time). Desperate to stop the fighting, Grousestar of BayClan and Crabstar of ShiveringClan make an alliance (the first in generations between two Clans) and work together to force Adderstar to concede, else her entire Clan be wiped out.
After, Bowfinfur, Adderstar's son and deputy of CricketClan, secretly meets with Grousestar and Crabstar, promising a lasting peace with CricketClan if both Clans are lenient with Adderstar and allow CricketClan time to recover. All three Clans come to an agreement, though none quite trust the others to uphold their side of the deal.
Since Volespot's death in 21, BayClan has struggled to fill the healer's position. Part of BayClan's struggle this decade is because they have not had enough healers and herbs since Volespot's death. All subsequent healer apprentices have been forced to train themselves, and the herb reserves were often empty or very nearly so. Cats are hopeful that Darkshore will take an apprentice among the most recent two litters of kittens, so that BayClan might finally have enough healers and herbs to treat their cats properly.
Along with a lack of adequate healers and herbs, BayClan has struggled immensely with keeping their kittens alive. The Clan has been plagued with eagles, predators, sickness and cold, leading some cats to believe the Clan's nursery is cursed as entire litters were wiped out again and again. However, things have started to look up recently, and queens begin to whisper that there's a StarClan spirit protecting the nursery, shielding their kits from the curse. Some claim to see a starry cat circling above the nursery on nights with no moon...
Major events timeline:
21 - Volespot falls from a cliff, leaving BayClan with no healer.
28 - CricketClan declares war on ShiveringClan after ShiveringClan tried to claim rights over some of CricketClan's kits.
41 - Tulipstar retires. Grousestar becomes leader of BayClan with Pinefeather as bubbles first deputy.
69 - Adderstar becomes leader of CricketClan
73 - Violetfeather, former deputy of BayClan, murders Gamblebrook in cold blood. The whole Clan knows, but Violetfeather was popular enough and Gamblebrook unpopular enough that Grousestar isn't able to do much about her mate's murder.
73 - Duckscratch drowns, leaving BayClan with no healer. Grousestar loses a life trying to save her.
79 - Droplettangle murders Carpcrawl. No cat knows.
79 - BayClan suffers from a whitecough outbreak.
81 - BayClan declares war on CricketClan after several prey-stealing raids.
89 - Crabstar becomes leader of ShiveringClan
103 - BayClan suffers an outbreak of ear infections
105 - CricketClan declares war on BayClan and ShiveringClan
108 - Pinefeather retires. Grousestar names Crackedfoot bubbles second deputy.
111 - ShiveringClan and BayClan work together to force CricketClan to stop their wars.
114 - CricketClan tries to declare war on BayClan again and test the strength of their pact with ShiveringClan...
116 - But with ShiveringClan's help, are quickly forced to concede
Leaders:
Tulipstar -- 0-41. retired (41), became a Royal (44), died (45, bite wound)
Grousestar -- 41-current. Lost a life to drowning (73)
I altered bubbles sprite to give bubble more munchkin proportions. I'll have to do a scaled side-by-side of her and Duck/Tern eventually; she's only 6" at the shoulder while her daughters are both 10". Short legged queen <3
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Follow along year-by-year with the #Bayclanmoon tag or the [chrono link]
Want to catch up more quickly? Every 10 years I post a summary of only the most important events under #Bayclanhighlight or the [chrono link]
Fanart is archived under the #Bayclanart tag.
All BayClan's cats are archived in the spreadsheet. If you're looking for family trees, cat sprites, or birth/death dates, that's the best place to find them!
Other Cool tags:
#Bayclancat
#Bayclanask
#Bayclanlore
#Bayclanmeme
Yall it's OVER. this stupid file is giving me such a juicy PLOT I can't EVEN.
Me: let's do a little Clangen story. Fast, fun, real casual like.
Clangen: okay so moon one's patrol (fully random btw) is going to be the outsider mate one, right. And Coral is immediately going to bring back a boyfriend--you still with me?--that has curly ears and is the same age as another cat in his former Clan, who also has curly ears. You get where this is going right?
Me: nononono
I couldn't even run a single moon without gaining another cat!! And he like, perfectly matches to have been littermates with a cat from his former Clan, a cat that didn't believe Coral died and managed to find him.
Seriously??? Seriously game??? Well there goes any hope of this being a quick and casual run, because this smells like a hella spicy plot and I'm not gonna refuse a good plot dropped right into my lap.
Clangen wins.
I guess I'm learning how to make a fucking webcomic now.
Coral collapsed onto the sand. The straight between BiteClan's island and the Cursed Island seemed so narrow in a canoe. Certainly, Pintailclaw liked to speculate that BiteClan would be the next to fall, if the corruption ever managed to jump to a different island, that unlike SilentClan or BubblingClan, BiteClan's jutting peninsula was basically touching the Cursed Island's sandbars.
After swimming the distance, Coral concluded that they were plenty far apart.
For all he was determined to do this, a small part of him--the part that still believed in kit-tales, the part that whispered: "certainly something must be wrong here, if every Clan believes it's Cursed"--flinched away, holding its breath in terror of some sudden and inescapable doom.
Moonlight glittered down, casting his orange pelt in edges of silver.
Distantly, a night-heron called, a sharp Quak that echoed over the still ocean straight, the sound hollow by the time it reached Coral's ears.
A breeze swept across the beach, hissing as it catches the sand. A few dull grains smacked against Coral's muzzle.
He stood, more sand falling from his fur in a shower of plink-plink-plink. The dark water-stains beneath him might linger until morning, but not long after. Besides, no Clan canoe would dare come close enough to the Cursed Island's shore to notice such a small, faded smear; even if they did, it would not bear investigating.
Coral didn't look back--he pushed into the leaves (the darkness hid their true nature; they almost looked healthy under the moon's glow), and hid his bright ginger fur behind a low dune. He needed to take what rest he could get; tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Morning came hesitantly, as if it wasn't sure it was safe to shine here. The canopy was thin and sickly, but somehow the sparse branches cast even darker shadows than BiteClan's lush forests. A gloom hung about the place.
Or maybe that was just the fog.
Coral could barely see a dozen tail-lengths in front of him. Scraggly bushes faded into a haze until they lingered like ghosts; the ocean, across a thin high-tide beach, was invisible to his eyes, only detectable by the rhythmic sound of breaking waves.
Coral shivered. He'd never felt a cold like this before, a chill that seeped into his bones and settled here, wrapping around his heart and lungs until he quaked with every breath.
He really, really hoped the curse of pestilence hadn't already gripped him in its piercing claws.
A few stretches had his blood moving, enough that he thought his eyes were clearer, his reflexes not quite so sluggish. Or maybe the fog had burned off a little? His stomach rumbled, setting his priorities straight.
Right, Curses aside, Coral had to fill his mundane needs first: food, water, shelter. Preferably in that order.
He wanted desperately to retreat to the beaches--away from the fog, to a place that felt more familiar, safe--but the whole point about faking one's own death wasn't to be immediately caught out by the next dawn patrol, and so Coral's paws were forced deeper into the Cursed forest in search of prey.
While Coral could be decisive, he could also be patient. An excellent hunter knows both are key: a slow approach, a lightning strike. And so he didn't rush through the fog that obscured unknown hazards; he didn't push to explore or cover ground.
He lingered in promising patches of shadow. He watched and listened and observed.
His patience was rewarded: in a hollow of brackish water, surrounded by a tumble of slime-slick rocks, hidden beneath a slick layer of scum and protected by an arch of decaying roots, was a catfish burrow.
If Coral was any bit less desperate, he might pass this one up. Sticking ones paws into an unknown dark hole--especially without being familiar with the water, or having a good place to land a catch, or without another cat to help pull you out if you snagged more than you bargained for--was the height of folly, after all. But Coral would not be here (here, on the Cursed Island; here, away from BiteClan; here, alone) if he didn't have a little burning ball of recklessness simmering in his gut, coaxing him into bad choices, and so when his stomach rumbled again, as if on cue, Coral made his choice.
He was a capable warrior, a great hunter, and was determined to see this through. He would not survive here without taking a few calculated risks.
And he made sure this was a calculated risk. He examined the environment as best he could; he made an escape plan, in case the murky, scum-veiled pool hid unexpected dangers; he grabbed a thick, sturdy stick (and at least there was plenty of wood littering the ground, a veritable feast of dead trees and deader logs to choose from), and maneuvered it into the pool, shoving the end deep into the thick mud at the bottom until it hardly moved when he bounced his weight on it. Hopefully it would provide him leverage if he needed it, as the slick rocks and thick mud certainly would not.
All this preparation took time, giving Coral plenty of opportunities to abandon this endeavor if it seemed even the slightest bit too risky. But when he'd finished, he'd only steeled his determination, stuck it into the water just as he did that stick.
He climbed down slowly, carefully. The brackish water was cold; the muddy bottom just as unstable as he thought it would be. His white-tipped paws haven't been white since he woke, but now they were black to the hock with acrid anaerobic sludge that clung to his fur like it wanted to be a part of him. For a few moments, Coral stood there, still and silent, but the pool seemed to be as empty as his stomach.
Coral didn't give himself time to doubt himself. He took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and dove. He didn't dare open his eyes, blindly groping forward until his paws found the decaying roots and ducked underneath, reaching, grasping, until--
The catfish's bite nearly knocked the wind from his lungs, and it was only with great discipline that Coral kept a level head, his hind legs questing for the stick... there. He latched his legs on as tightly as he could, inching and pulling, using his shoulders and legs and spine to slowly, slowly, tug the fish free. It was like trying to stroke a snake's scales backward, or swim against the current. Every whisker was won with great effort, and any slip of his paws cost him long seconds of progress.
But as Coral's lungs grew as empty as his stomach, leaving him hollow and shaking, he finally felt the resistance give way and he shoved to the surface, gasping, the slippery catfish clenched tightly between his claws.
It was just as painful as he imagined to get it to shore, and he nearly slipped on the slimy rocks more than once, but with the help of his trusty stick, Coral managed, fighting with the fish until he could throw it into a pile of leaves and collapse beside it, panting.
He caught his breath, shivering in the chilly fog, dripping with water and mud and slime and sludge, and finally had the chance to examine his prize. The catfish certainly looked different from the ones he'd caught in BiteClan's marshes, but it wasn't particularly scrawny, nor did it look diseased, and it certainly wasn't mutated like some of the elder's stories said the creatures of the Cursed Island were: no extra eyes, or fins, or venomous ooze, at least as far as Coral could tell.
No, the catfish was slick, black with a faint lighter diamond pattern down its spine, with paler fins and a wide, gaping mouth that was free of fangs--and thank StarClan for that. It wasn't even particularly small or scrawny; Coral wouldn't be able to eat it all today, that was for sure. He wished he could smoke it, but that would take more than an afternoon to set up. At least there was plenty of salt around.
Coral pulled himself upright with a groan. He finished off his kill, flicking his ears to the sky as he thanked StarClan for the meal. He wasn't sure StarClan was watching--all the stories said they'd abandoned the Cursed Island, cut this star out of the constellation that was the archipelago--but he made sure to finish the prayer regardless.
It didn't hurt to err on the side of caution, just in case. This would be hard enough without turning the stars against him too.
Five islands. Five Clans. They lived in harmony for generations, staying within their borders and existing peacefully. Then, seemingly overnight, TideClan disappears. Two dozen cats, gone without a trace. Their island, once lush with life and growth, becomes cursed: herbs wither, prey is scrawny and rotting, and any cat that steps paw on their cursed beaches falls mysteriously ill within days.
Generations more pass. The isle is no longer remembered as TideClan's homeland, but the Cursed Island: a forbidden place where even the most daring warrior would never set paw. It is a thing of ghost stories, a warning, a lurking beast.
Then: a single patch of spider lilies, red as blood, blooms along the edge of the withered forests. Most cats see it as a bad omen, flicking their ears to StarClan every time they pass that haunted beach, praying the pestilence doesn't attach to their canoes and keeping far, far away.
But Coralbranch, he thinks this might be a sign of something more.
Because if one flower can survive on the Cursed Island's shores... then what else might be hiding deeper within?
A young, confident cat with everything to prove, Coralbranch only had his warrior name for a few short days before discarding it entirely, running away from BiteClan to chase a new destiny: one where the fifth island is restored to its former glory, a fifth Clan put in place to restore order and balance to the whole archipelago.
He doesn't take one of BiteClan's canoes--he'd be too easy to track, too easy to find. No, he'll have to craft his own, bend the Cursed wood to his own paws, prove to every cat that it can me tamed. Coral slips off in the dead of night, leads his pawprints to a dangerous shore. He hopes Erminemoon assumes he drowned. It would be kinder.
He doesn't swim out into the current, but slips into mirror-quiet water and edges along the shore, the ocean smudging his pawprints away as soon as he takes them, his scent erased by the saltwater and moonlight. It's slow; he moves quietly, silently, circling around BiteClan's beaches until he reaches the tip of the peninsula that reaches out towards the Cursed Island.
Coral takes one last look at BiteClan's familiar shores, towards the tall trees at the center of the islands where Erminemoon and Spiderstripe and Lilacwave still sleep. He whispers a silent farewell.
And then he sets his eyes on a different shore, slips into the ocean, and swims.
Hello! Brownie here with a short and sweet (hopefully) annotated Clangen challenge run. A very early version of Cruel Season is on the Clangen development branch, and ever since I saw the challenge cards I knew I needed to playtest some of the new features!
I have no set goals or win condition for this challenge; I simply want to explore the game with higher difficulty settings and see how things go. Hence this slapdash post on my main blog instead of like, making a separate sideblog for it. Maybe it'll get to the point I'll need one. We'll see how things go, how long the moons get, and how I want to format this. Who knows, maybe this will be the project that will finally convince me to try making a comic.
A few meta settings to get out of the way:
As per my preference, I'm using the genemod mod for the multi-Clan features and configurability. And because I like the more realistic cat sprites.
Cruel Season automatically makes the game more difficult: patrols have a higher chance of failure (especially if you don't have a cat with a relevant skill), prey and herbs are rarer, injuries and illnesses are more common on moonskip and take more herbs to treat.
Additionally, Cruel Season has the Challenge Cards system, which allows you to pile on additional difficulty modifiers on top of this. Naturally, I have all of them toggled.
All Clans and Outsiders are permanently set as "hostile". Wars will be more common, patrols more dangerous, and loners more likely to fight us than join the Clan.
All cats will require more prey per cat, and feeding is locked at experienced first. Only the strongest can survive here.
StarClan has forsaken us. A cat may take the mantle of leader in name, but they will not receive any extra lives with their title.
This land is plague-ridden. Even healers can't stop the spread of disease and pests.
Our stockpiles start barren. Coral didn't bring any prey with him, after all.
And perhaps most importantly, the Lone Steps card: the Clan begins with only one member.
Will Coral be able to survive on this Cursed Island? Will he manage to revive TideClan? Or will the island simply claim yet another victim?
Yall this was supposed to be a small side project. it was supposed to be like:
Moon 0 - Coral caught a small, scrawny mouse
Moon 1 - he explores the Island and comes across remnants of a decaying canoe
Moon 2 - Coral builds a fire pit
But no!!! The writing bug ate me alive last night and moon 0 is over 1k words of prose and it's not even finished!! AHHH
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Five islands. Five Clans. They lived in harmony for generations, staying within their borders and existing peacefully. Then, seemingly overnight, TideClan disappears. Two dozen cats, gone without a trace. Their island, once lush with life and growth, becomes cursed: herbs wither, prey is scrawny and rotting, and any cat that steps paw on their cursed beaches falls mysteriously ill within days.
Generations more pass. The isle is no longer remembered as TideClan's homeland, but the Cursed Island: a forbidden place where even the most daring warrior would never set paw. It is a thing of ghost stories, a warning, a lurking beast.
Then: a single patch of spider lilies, red as blood, blooms along the edge of the withered forests. Most cats see it as a bad omen, flicking their ears to StarClan every time they pass that haunted beach, praying the pestilence doesn't attach to their canoes and keeping far, far away.
But Coralbranch, he thinks this might be a sign of something more.
Because if one flower can survive on the Cursed Island's shores... then what else might be hiding deeper within?
A young, confident cat with everything to prove, Coralbranch only had his warrior name for a few short days before discarding it entirely, running away from BiteClan to chase a new destiny: one where the fifth island is restored to its former glory, a fifth Clan put in place to restore order and balance to the whole archipelago.
He doesn't take one of BiteClan's canoes--he'd be too easy to track, too easy to find. No, he'll have to craft his own, bend the Cursed wood to his own paws, prove to every cat that it can me tamed. Coral slips off in the dead of night, leads his pawprints to a dangerous shore. He hopes Erminemoon assumes he drowned. It would be kinder.
He doesn't swim out into the current, but slips into mirror-quiet water and edges along the shore, the ocean smudging his pawprints away as soon as he takes them, his scent erased by the saltwater and moonlight. It's slow; he moves quietly, silently, circling around BiteClan's beaches until he reaches the tip of the peninsula that reaches out towards the Cursed Island.
Coral takes one last look at BiteClan's familiar shores, towards the tall trees at the center of the islands where Erminemoon and Spiderstripe and Lilacwave still sleep. He whispers a silent farewell.
And then he sets his eyes on a different shore, slips into the ocean, and swims.
Hello! Brownie here with a short and sweet (hopefully) annotated Clangen challenge run. A very early version of Cruel Season is on the Clangen development branch, and ever since I saw the challenge cards I knew I needed to playtest some of the new features!
I have no set goals or win condition for this challenge; I simply want to explore the game with higher difficulty settings and see how things go. Hence this slapdash post on my main blog instead of like, making a separate sideblog for it. Maybe it'll get to the point I'll need one. We'll see how things go, how long the moons get, and how I want to format this. Who knows, maybe this will be the project that will finally convince me to try making a comic.
A few meta settings to get out of the way:
As per my preference, I'm using the genemod mod for the multi-Clan features and configurability. And because I like the more realistic cat sprites.
Cruel Season automatically makes the game more difficult: patrols have a higher chance of failure (especially if you don't have a cat with a relevant skill), prey and herbs are rarer, injuries and illnesses are more common on moonskip and take more herbs to treat.
Additionally, Cruel Season has the Challenge Cards system, which allows you to pile on additional difficulty modifiers on top of this. Naturally, I have all of them toggled.
All Clans and Outsiders are permanently set as "hostile". Wars will be more common, patrols more dangerous, and loners more likely to fight us than join the Clan.
All cats will require more prey per cat, and feeding is locked at experienced first. Only the strongest can survive here.
StarClan has forsaken us. A cat may take the mantle of leader in name, but they will not receive any extra lives with their title.
This land is plague-ridden. Even healers can't stop the spread of disease and pests.
Our stockpiles start barren. Coral didn't bring any prey with him, after all.
And perhaps most importantly, the Lone Steps card: the Clan begins with only one member.
Will Coral be able to survive on this Cursed Island? Will he manage to revive TideClan? Or will the island simply claim yet another victim?
The rainy season comes with a vengeance, washing the scrublands of any last signs of war. Wounds heal, cats pick themselves back up, determined to make their loved ones in StarClan smile with their success.
StarClan must be smiling back, as ScrubClan is blessed with plenty of prey. Their prey pile dipped low after such a long, troubling period, but all four apprentices pick up hunting quickly, and after several hunting patrols each, the fresh-kill pile is fit to burst. (Tortrixpaw and Toadpaw work together to take down a massive rabbit, and they won't let their mentors carry it back for them; they learn to walk in step so they can carry it home between them).
Glorypounce has never really struggled with allergies before, but this moon is brutal for her and she can't stop sneezing. She spends even more time in the healer's den with a runny nose, miserable. Spittlebugspeck warns her that some allergies develop later in life, and that Glorypounce might always have seasonal allergies around the monsoon season every year. Glorypounce almost wishes its an early sign of whitecough instead.
Thistlegaze seems to have his paw in everything now: from training Dragonflypaw, hanging out with Cypresstooth, chatting with Thymebush to make sure the elders have everything they need, helping Fireleaf renovate the nursery, and double checking that Pikeshell is okay on border patrols now. Patchbat invites him out to a short race, just around camp, and though he's tired, he obliges her. After all, it'll be good to have fun after doing so much work.
She wins, easily. He finishes the race, though is a bit wobbly at the end, far more tired than the simple exercise should have left him. Patchbat, worried, brings him to the healer's den, where Spittlebugspeck diagnoses him with heat exhaustion.
"Sleep it off," Spittlebugspeck snaps. "Use the nursery, or something. It's cool there." Thistlegaze doesn't argue that the healer's den, also underground, is a better place to rest. It would not be restful here, with Spittlebugspeck glaring at him.
At the Gathering...
Pikeshell shares some tracking tips with Lynxfeather, who after last moon's scare, is taking Tarantulapaw's training a lot more seriously. Patchbat bumps into Kestrelspot, and while she apologizes, Kestrelspot doesn't accept it and stalks off with a hiss. Ringletsplash pulls Spittlebugspeck off to the side of the Gathering and speaks with him quietly; he returns to the other healers with a sour look on his face (well, more sour than usual), and roughly changes the topic when Tickpatch asks about it.
In HoundClan...
Emeralddew catches Lynxfeather up late at night, training by himself in a secluded corner of camp. The former loner has always been a decent fighter, but he's always fought alone. He's worried that his strategies aren't proper outside a one-on-one. Emeralddew rolls her eyes and shoves his shoulder. She'll teach him HoundClan's battle strategies, and if he ever wants her help training Tarantulapaw, he just needs to ask.
"Even Ptarmiganstar recruits warriors to help with battle training apprentices," Emeralddew explains. "That's not something any mentor should do alone, even if they do know all of HoundClan's signs and tactics."
In BoulderClan...
On a border patrol, Ringletsplash smells a familiar scent: tar and sagebrush. The rogues. He tracks it to a small molly, orange with a splash of grey on her chest and chin, whom he recognizes from the fight. She has a limp, and a bad wound on her shoulder that looks to be infected. He doesn't give her any chance to explain, and the fight is hardly fair. Ringletsplash kills her and kicks her body off the hillside. Good riddance.
Tasselkit and Dogwoodkit get into trouble after their roughhousing in puddles ends up splashing one too many warriors in the face. Amazaquitldrop ends up stuck in the healer's den with heat exhaustion after volunteering to finish a border patrol by herself so her patrolmates could rest.
