Welp. Guess I Gotta Give Those Enemy Clan Cats That Hurt Fog The BONK. HOW DOUBLE DARE THEY!!! JAIL EM,

WAAAAUUUGH SHE'S SO CUTE LOOK AT HER GO!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU for drawing my lady!!! She's so adorable in your style 🥹💖💖

Moonpool doing morning stretches for @nimbusclan as a thank you for participating in my Anniversary DTIYS! <3

Please check out NimbusClan's lovely art here!

the two siblings remind me quite a bit of four ocs I have! I think they’d get along quite well!

They’re all silver colored and my four are either solid color or tabby patterned, and they’ve all gone through hardship!

Their names are Hopesong, Joyheart, Wonderleap, And Loveface! What do you think?

Awww, super cute!! Hopesong is an adorable name :3

My favorite panel sketch from the upcoming moon, before I ruin it with lineart

🌷fo both fog and moon! (Im pretty sure this hasnt been asked yet 😅)

-Direclan

🌷Quirks or other mannerisms? Both Fogfreckle and Moonstar are very picky about their nests! They like them ✨just so✨, so having to find somewhere new to sleep every night while traveling often leaves them both irritable in the mornings.

Question is from this ask game!

Is frogfreckle going to die

Until the next update, he is neither alive nor dead.

Schrodinger's Fogfreckle

Moon 5 Part 4

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Fogfreckle’s body hits the ground hard, rolling halfway down the slope as Moonstar slides down after him, pebbles skidding out from under her paws as she rushes to his side.

“Fogfreckle?” Moonstar’s voice wavers as she reaches him in a spray of stones, hovering a scraped paw gently over his bleeding body as she hesitates. He’s just lying there, chest rising and falling shallowly, as blood oozes from thick punctures along his back that stains his pale fur red. Should she roll him over? What if his bones are broken? He’s not dead, by the grace of StarClan, but she’s no medicine cat – she has no idea how close he is to death or how much worse she’ll make it if she tries to move him.

The circling shadow of the eagle drifts over them with another ear-splitting, screeching cry, and Moonstar’s fear makes the decision for her. She grabs Fogfreckle by the scruff of the neck and begins to haul him farther down the slope. She doesn’t want to injure him more than he already is, but she knows it’ll be worse if they’re caught out here on the open mountainside once the larger predators in the area catch scent of his blood and come to investigate.

Fogfreckle doesn’t make a single nose of pain as she pulls him through the dirt. She drags him as far as a tumbled collection of boulders and stones, squeezing into a space between the rocks that is just big enough for Moonstar to fit her body through and drag Fogfreckle in after her. The space is tight, without a lot of room to move, and Moonstar has to swallow panic and bile as the walls seem to press in around them. 

“This is best,” she says aloud to herself, “foxes or fishers can’t reach us in here. It has to be here.” The self-soothing doesn’t do much to abate her claustrophobia, but Fogfreckle makes a pained noise in response to her voice and all thoughts of herself vacate her mind.

Fogfreckle whimpers as Moonstar licks his wounds clean, flinching as she clears dirt from the punctures with her rough tongue. She doesn’t say anything while she works, but she nearly sags in relief with every flinch and whimper from her brother. He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s alive and he’s okay.

“Stay here,” she says at last when she’s cleaned most of the blood and debris from his fur. It’s still oozing sluggishly from his wounds, bright and wet. “I need to find cobwebs. Do you think you broke anything?”

“I don’t think so,” Fogfreckle murmurs, voice weak and faint with exhaustion. 

“Reckless,” Moonstar murmurs back, licking his forehead once. “Alright. Okay. Stay safe. Please, please, stay safe. I’ll get us help, okay? I’ll find someone to help.”

Moonstar scrambles out from under the claustrophobic press of rocks and pelts back up the mountain, swerving trees and boulders and leaping roots as she climbs higher and higher. Panic and grief strangles her thundering heart, pushing her to run faster and faster until her legs are burning. She reaches a break in the pines, a ledge buffeted by the wind, and yowls at the top of her lungs until her voice runs ragged.

“HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP! PLEASE! HELP!”

Her voice echoes back to her across the mountain, mimicking her fear. When it fades, there is only the sound of the mountain. Wind in her ears, the rustle of leaves in the trees, insects that hum in the sun. A sob escapes her, then a full blown wail, and her body collapses beneath her as the lack of response presses against her.

They are alone. At sunrise, she awoke as the leader of this clan, and at sundown she is so terribly, horribly, awfully alone.

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I love these two and ur blog sO much, can't wait to see more especially now the plots rolling >:)c

🪲What do they value the most?

I'm very curious for this one mostly cos I want to see what they prioritize.. is it each other, is it legacy or Nimbusclan, is it something else? :3c

(sent from Astray-clangen)

This question was also answered here and here!

Questions are from this ask game!

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