I like Gillstar. He had a cute relationship with one of the past medicine cats. Her name was Quiverhawk and they had two kits together, Verbenakit and Ashenmask. Unfortunately, Quiverhawk and Verbenakit are part of Starclan now.
Since then Gillstar has been focused on leading his clan and training apprentices.
He is closest to Snapfern (who hates his guts), Lavenderlion, and Firepelt. In the beginning of the clan Firepelt secretly murdered a clanmate named Darkquiver. No one knew who the killer was until one night when Gillstar saw him in his nest, claw slashing around as he whispered Darkquiver’s name. It confirmed what Gillstar had always suspected- Firepelt was Darkquiver’s murder.
He couldn’t bring himself to exile the young cat and never told anyone what he learned. Instead he vowed Firepelt would never train an apprentice so he could never be deputy.
I think that’s all I have to say on Gillstar. He’s been a very relaxed leader so far. He has five remaining lives.
any interesting gossip or rumors going around the clan? maybe something going on in the other clans?
Scalepaw: They're all so cool - well, their leaders are! I still haven't seen them on a border patrol yet. I heard AshenClan's leader used to be a kittypet - Roombacrawl told me, and since she was one, she's gotta be right!
This is Cloudyclan’s deputy Snapfern! He is one of my favorite cats :)
He became deputy after the last deputy was murdered. (Old design)
He has a full hate bar on Gillstar but also high platonic like? I like to think they care about each other but because Snapfern is insecure they struggle working together. That being said Snapfern has been the deputy for 72 moons and that doesn’t seem to be changing anytime soon.
Snapfern is mates with Lavenderlion and their kits are Rimepaw, Bluepaw, Lyrepaw, and Skykit. Sadly, Skykit was killed by a mouse. She was a daydreamer and confident with words.
This is art I drew of Lavenderlion when she announced she’s expecting kits.
Snapfern is closest to Lavenderlion, Moonclaw, and his kids Rimepaw and Lyrepaw.
I think that’s everything for Snapfern? Next up I’ll be drawing our healers :)
Long time no see! I’m back to making art so hopefully this blog will become more active within the next few weeks. As promised next up on our list of cats is our healers.
Flurry, formerly a kittypet, joined the clan on moon 45 as a healer. She is a strict skilled mediator and incredible runner. Since joining the clan she has taken on two apprentices, Shardroot and Rimepaw.
She’s adopted two litters of kits with her mate Moonclaw. The first litter has four cats, two of which were just made warriors! They are Peakshatter and Robinshade. The other two are called Figpaw and Stagpaw. Flurry’s newest litter is still in the nursery and comprised of Bonekit, Echokit, and Sootkit.
Flurry is closest to her mate Moonclaw and their children. She is also close friends with Sunflare. She is friends with Firepelt as well but there may be more going on than just friendship.
My goal for this blog is to draw every cat when they: join the clan, become an apprentice, are promoted, or when they die. I’ll also try to draw any major life events such as cats becoming mates or cats gaining scars. I will make a summary of major events that take place every in-game year and try to compound everything into a coherent narrative. However, I am disabled and have limited capacity to draw so I will not be holding myself to a schedule or quantity of art.
About Cloudyclan ☁️
I played through seven years to get the clan established before starting this blog. As of moon 86 Cloudyclan is allies with every clan but Sleekclan. They have a total of 39 cats, and it is currently new-leaf.
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About me ☁️
My name is Stormy, Kase, or Wade. I’m a 21 year old queer transgender artist. I use they/it pronouns. My main blog is @withinstormywaters if you’re looking to get to know me more. I’m excited to make more Cloudyclan content for y’all.
The three have returned and brought others with them. They've settled into the sandy place between the rocks, where there are crevices in the stone for them to shelter. All of them—all seven of them—are so very young. The two youngest of them are daring nonetheless, having chosen to make their den just above my resting place. The others are far more wary, and I cannot blame them for keeping the sand between us.
These cats follow the old ways well; they call Swanstar their leader, and she has chosen Sparkback as her deputy. He, in turn, has taken it upon himself to mentor one of the young cats—Brackenpaw—while elder Rimepaw is educated by a golden-furred tom called Moonsight, who has often come to swim in my waters. Some of the others are far less comfortable in the water, so I am glad that he has seemed to encourage them.
There is some kind of commotion, today. The cats often leave in twos or threes at a time, sometimes returning with prey or herbs, or sometimes returning with empty paws. Today, though, Sparkback and Brackenpaw are agitated when they return. Neither of them were seem very injured, and once Sparkback has become distracted speaking to the other adults, Brackenpaw slinks over here, joining Rimepaw on the rocks above me.
"What happened?" Rimepaw demands. "Was it a fox? Another dog?"
"Worse," Brackenpaw sighs, slumping down onto the stone. "It was BillowClan."
"BillowClan?" Rimepaw echoes incredulously. "What do you mean? I thought they agreed to let us settle here."
"Sure," Brackenpaw says, "but only if we follow the code and respect their borders and all that. I heard them shouting about the markers before they attacked us, so I bet they'll say we moved them or something next gathering. It's stupid."
Rimepaw sits up, peering over his shoulder. "You don't think we'll go to war?"
"I sure hope not." Brackenpaw looks over at Rimepaw and then adds, "It's not too late for you to head back to that twolegplace, huh?"
"Hey!" Rimepaw exclaims, batting at Brackenpaw's ears; they tussle, coming dangerously close to the edge of the rocks, and I can't help but reach up towards them. "Stop talking about that- It was a joke- Furbrain!"
I hear Frozencurrent calling from down on the sand: "What are you two doing up there?" The apprentices break apart from each other, still laughing as they leap down to join their clanmates. I recede, listening to the sound of their voices from afar.
These waves have worn down the shore for so long. They ebb and recede, leaving the stone and sand. This crashing has lulled me to rest for so long. I have been here for so, so long.
There are newcomers here. They whisper amongst themselves, casting glances over their shoulders. As they come closer, I can see that they are all so very new. They walk with caution in the darkness of the new moon.
The eldest is a pale golden cat, her eyes darting here and there even though she leads the way. She brings them closer, stopping at the edge of the rocks. "It should be here," she says. "The rocks, the sea... It all matches."
One of them is a golden brown cat, who comes so close to the edge that his paws are at the precipice. His ears flick back, and he says, "Lot of water. Where would they even be, in the rocks?"
"In the water," the third cat replies, her fur bright and silvery even in the darkness. She looks down into the waves, eyes as blue as the sea. "Hello?" she called out. "Can you hear me?"
They wait, and then the golden brown cat scoffs. "Nothing," he says. He steps away, saying, "C'mon, Swanvine. Yellowspeck, are you sure it's here? Maybe it's further down the shoreline."
"No, it's here," the silvery one (Swanvine?) insists. She leaps down onto one of the lower surfaces—the ones slippery and shadowed even in the dark—despite both her companions crying out. "I saw them," she says. "They came out from the waters here. Hello?"
The other two exchange glances, and Yellowspeck says, "Sparkback, wait here." She picks her way down to Swanvine's side and reaches out to brush the water. Her paw is warm.
"We don't have that much time," Sparkback warns. "There's been a dog nosing around, and I don't like the others' chances against it. If we get separated now..."
"It's almost moonhigh," Swanvine replies. "Just a little longer."
"You can't see the moon," Sparkback protests, but he lies down to watch them.
Swanvine leans forward, peering down. "Please come out," she says. "We'd like to speak to you. We've been told to come speak to you."
"I see them," Yellowspeck says, but there's no one else here.
Are they talking to me? It's been so long since I've woken up. I feel sluggish as I reach up and break the surface of the water. I hear them all gasp, and see Sparkback jump to his paws; weren't they calling to me?
They are all so, so small.
It is Yellowspeck who says, "Honored ancestor, we've come to beg a favor from you."
I haven't spoken in so long, the words aren't quite coming to my tongue. I lower my head, looking into Yellowspeck's eyes. She swallows, and Sparkback walks up behind her, scowling at me. How sweet. I turn my attention to Swanvine, who only looks back at me.
"We've been cast out of our home," Swanvine explains. "We've been traveling for moons now, and we've come to your shores. We need a guide, and a home within these lands. Will you provide for us?"
A guide, a home... I flick my tail against the shore. "I will take your dead," I warn. "They will join me here in the waves, and not in the stars."
"We understand," Swanvine says. "We will give them to you, and you will keep them for us."
Well. If they're sure.
I still remember the old ways, even if everything else has been lost to time. "Then take this gift," I say, and I lean forward to touch my nose to her forehead. I call to mind the waves, ebbing and flowing; there is a time to break, and a time to fall back.
"A time to fight and a time for peace," Swanvine breathes, and yes. That's exactly it.
There is only one of me, but I have kept many spirits with me all this time. They have all fared far worse, over time, losing themselves as they've tried to pull away from my reach. Now, I dredge them up from the waves and offer their gifts, too. One by one, Swanvine accepts our blessings, and the spirits slip away, when they're done. I was so lonely, when I took them all. Now, I can let them go.
"Swanstar," I say, when the last of them has gone. "Use these lives well, with my blessing."
Swanstar only pants, stumbling back and into Sparkback's side; it is Yellowspeck who watches as I slip back down into the water, and she who calls out, "Thank you."
I watch Swanstar stagger to her paws, both of the others supporting her on either side. Carefully, they climb back up and over the rocks, disappearing into the night. I'm not concerned. They'll return here soon enough.
"All the foam kicked up looks a lot like the sky," I hear Swanstar say. "Stars in the water and clouds in the waves... What do you two think about CloudyClan?"
"It works," Sparkback replies, and then they're too far away for me to hear them at all.
