Nimbusclan - Between Cloud And Chasm

six clangen characters meme except i did 7 and ALMOST did another one but i ran out of steam hahaha so hopefully a doodle of my fursona in the empty space suffices.

left to right, up to down, we've got:

dr. frecklesmoke from @uss-echo-clangen

blizzardfawn from @direclan

zinniaspirit from @sapling-clangen

moorsnow from @splinterclan

iciclepaw from @a-song-upon-the-waves-wishclan

ospreystorm from @the-tale-of-stingrayclan

shadowdive from @salt-clangen

thank you to everyone who made suggestions!! i had so much fun drawing these characters!

Happy Valentine's Day! 💖

I drew some of my fave clangen ships! Most of these aren't canon (yet? 🥹) because I love yearning and misery, obviously

Rivercall and Goldrun from @castaway-clan - they live rent free in my head all the time forever. why is Goldrun falling asleep on Rivercall? Who knows but I'm sure the man could use a nap

Larchmask and Lightchaser from @tidalclan - I JUST THINK THEY'D BE SO CUTE OKAY

Erminepaw and Songpaw from @loudclan-clangen - when do they get to be happy

Moon 0

[Next]

After the dust settles, the silence that follows is deafening.

It presses against Moonpaw’s eardrums, suffocating her and sucking all the air from her lungs. The only other sound in the apprentice's den is the panting of her brother’s shallow, rapid inhales of breath, knocking hard against Moonpaw’s own ribcage. His body is warm against hers, his muscles taut and hard like the walls of rock that surround them. 

“Pitchstar?” Moonpaw mews into the dark. The blackness is so thick she can hardly see even with her pupils as wide as the boulder that’s blocking the entrance to their den. “Frostcrest?”

“The kits,” Fogpaw’s voice shakes in her ear. It’s utterly wrecked, twisted with fear. “Condorkit!” He screeches. “Whisperkit!”

There is no response. Only the deafening, crushing silence.

“Fogpaw, we have to find a way out of here,” Moonpaw mews. “We have to help them.” All of her fur is standing on end, fluffed out to twice her size. Despite the silence, the yowls of her clanmates echo in Moonpaw’s ears. The way their cries had cut off so abruptly– Moonpaw shivers. She can’t think about it. She can’t. 

Fogpaw leaps forward, claws scraping uselessly against the rock wedged into the entrance. All of NimbusClan’s dens are hollows that have been carved away by time within a cave set into the base of the mountain they call home. Home has always felt so safe to Moonpaw. Of course, she’s known the dangers of the mountain ever since she was a kit – older warriors and mentors would often warn that falling rocks are one of the deadliest threats to an unaware cat. The mountain is strong, protective, but can be deadly - just like any warrior. She could never have imagined it could harm the camp, despite the warnings she grew up with. Tucked away into its cozy little cave, this camp has lasted moons and moons, through many generations of cats. A tragedy of this magnitude is… it was impossible.

Moonpaw huddles in the middle of the den, shivering with terror as Fogpaw hisses in frustration and scrambles on top of the boulder, scraping at a few smaller rocks balanced atop it. Suddenly, moonlight streams in through a crack Fogpaw has managed to punch through the rocks, illuminating stripes of both cats’ pale fur.

“Keep going!” Moonpaw meows, leaping to her paws, but Fogpaw doesn’t need the encouragement. He’s already pawing with renewed vigor, scraping away at the rocks as they fall away and bounce against the floor of the den. Each clatter of stone on stone sends a stab of ice cold fear through Moonpaw’s heart. The cacophonous sound of rocks tumbling against each other as they filled the camp, shaking the ground and vibrating up through Moonpaw’s pelt as she was ripped from sleep, rushes back to her. She has to force down the bile that rises in her throat as the terror threatens to overwhelm her.

Soon, Fogpaw has cleared enough of the smaller rocks to squeeze his head and shoulders through, and he beckons Moonpaw with his tail. “Let’s go, let’s go– our clanmates– Moonpaw, hurry–”

Moonpaw scrambles up the rock after her brother, squeezing herself through the small opening after him. The sight that greets the two apprentices has Moonpaw’s blood freezing in her veins.

There’s not a single whisker-length of camp that isn’t covered in rubble. There’s barely any space left at the camp entrance, only a sliver between the arch of the cave wall above their heads and the boulders that crowd together beneath it that lets the light of the moon stream in.

“Locuststripe! Loudtalon!” Fogpaw yowls, leaping from boulder to boulder. The scent of blood is strong and sharp in Moonpaw’s nostrils. Grief constricts her throat. She can’t shout, can’t help, can’t move. “Pebblespore!”

“Stop–” Moonpaw chokes out, “Stop, Fogpaw– they’re– they’re gone. We have to– have to get out–”

Fogpaw is instantly at her side, his comforting scent wreathing around her as he curls his tail over her shoulders. “You’re right.” Even in the face of unspeakable horror, her brother remains strong. His voice is broken, and Moonpaw can tell he’s shaking from where he’s pressed up against her, but he stays strong for her. She draws strength from his and pulls herself up onto her paws. “We have to get out. We can’t– stay here. Not anymore. Let’s go, Moonpaw.”

His shoulders brush the ceiling of the cave as he squeezes his way out through the entrance, guiding Moonpaw with the touch of his tail against her back as they clamber over the uneven stones. They leap down from one of the boulders wedged into the entrance of their camp and turn to look at the devastation. Moonpaw wants to throw her head to the sky and wail, but her voice has disappeared. All she can do is stare in disbelief at the landslide of rocks and mud that has ruined her home.

“It’s all gone,” her voice cracks. “Our home, Fogpaw, it’s all gone.”

“It’s not,” he assures her. He presses his nose into her fur, voice muffled. “It’s not. We’re still here. You and me, Moonpaw. NimbusClan is still here.”

Moonpaw chokes back a sob and curls into her brother. They sit there for a while, in front of the remnants of their lost clan, underneath the gentle glow of Silverpelt. She feels shocked and filled to the brim with grief. There’s no room for anything other than despair within her.

“Come on,” Fogpaw nudges her eventually, coaxing her to her paws. Her legs feel stiff and cold from where they’ve been folded under her. “We can’t sit here forever. Why don’t we head to the border, see if our neighboring Clan will help us?”

With no other plan of action, Moonpaw nods. He’s right. They can’t stay here forever. She spares one last, longing glance at the mound of rubble that was once her home, and pushes down on her exhaustion and grief in order to follow behind Fogpaw.

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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. :)

Why is there a snake awake during winter, i ask the Cat RNG

because, replies the Cat RNG First | Previous | Next

BRB PERFORMING AN ENTIRE BACKFLIP

Thanks so much for the mention!! It's lovely to hear that my lil clan could be considered inspiring :')🫶

do you have any blogs you like yet

Too many to name all of them, I believe my follows are public if you want to see all of them But those that inspired me to start my own Clangen blog were:

FallenClan, whom might be the first i ever followed (fuzzy memory) and by default became my favorite.. I could talk about it for hours but I'll spare you. CastawayClan, the relationship that Goldrun & Conifersun has really made me want to do my own little clan, and also kinda why I killed off like half my clan at the start because it looked easier to focus on the characters relationships when there are fewer cats, I want to be sad when one of my characters ends up dying, just like I was when uh- yeah no spoilers. Gray-ThistleClan, the style, the designs, the story.. I started SpiderClan when I found this blog, Its also why I chose the Wastelands for my Clans territory, the backgrounds in that blog are beautiful and im hoping in future moons I can learn how to add more and more life to it, by drawing boxes, abandonned cars.. you know, stuff im not used to!

These ones inspired me after I started SpiderClan! LoudClan, SplinterClan, CricketClan, BrightClan, DirtClan, WhistleClan, MarbleClan, AbyssClan, NimbusClan, MothClan

Then again, if I follow them, It means I love their blog, so definetly check all of them out! Also I didnt @ them because I dont wanna bother anyone, so I linked them all instead?

Refs for the recently introduced StarClan cats!

Pitchstar (dead): Tom, senior, bronze eyes, rosette pattern, short fur. Leader, formerly apprenticed Fogpaw. Charismatic, good speaker, clever. 147m (in life).

Frostcrest (dead): She-cat, adult, copper eyes, sokoke coat, short fur. Warrior, loyal, good kitsitter. Mother of Moonpaw and Fogpaw. 70m (in life).

comic cancelled, Moon and Fog live at the ranch now

A little bonus for @nimbusclan to show Milkfur Can be nice lmao

Moon 2.10

Better read on ComicFury!

the in game events that led to all this: Icestar confuses Troutpelt in a conversation. Fawnblink says something hateful to Troutpelt. Magpiespot has a weird feeling about something Fawnblink said the other day.