#icykit

[wyrm-clangen]

Ferretlily: Please for the love of god, stop holding your child like that.

My headcanon is that Ivykit has a inexplicable fear of heights when he gets older due to his first ten minutes of life lmao

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#wyrmclan best clan #clangen #plumpaw #rainstripe #fiercepaw #shineivy #riftstar #ivykit #icykit #why is that the dilfiest picture of rift I've ever drawn

[songclangen]

moon numero uno with songclan!

i’ve checked a few moons ahead and I’ll let you know right now, amberfeather is the only remotely sane one in this clan

anyway!! here we go!! battle cats!!

#warrior cats #clan generator #warrior cats art #clan gen #clan gen comic #songclan events #songclangen #fumblefleck #mumblepaw #amberfeather #sloepaw #splinterstar #icykit #ratquill #lownibble

[wave0freedlake]

OliveClan Moon 1

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#clangen #clan generator #clangen comic #oliveclan #beechstar #blacktail #icykit #cloudshadow #plumpaw #weedpaw #lavendertuft #my art

[beetleclan]

MOON 5

asterstar gives birth to 2 kits and won’t say where they’re from.

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welcome icykit and darkkit! asterstar’s half-clan kits.

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i’m gonna try to make a backlog of sorts since the kits being born is a bit of a ‘point of no return’ for the future of the clan! it only grows and grows from here, we’ll never be down to just two cats after this! the formatting may also change from less of a webcomic-ish type of telling but that might be reserved for just some moons that don’t have a lot going on. i can’t wait!

#clangen #warriors #beetleclan moons #asterstar #icykit #darkkit #i love them so much

[crystalsclangencorner]

WinterClan

(CW: Animal cruelty)

Moon 1 (Leaf-bare)

My name is Oatpaw.

I'm from WinterClan.

There's only four cats here, including myself.

There... Used to be more of us.

My grandfathers were Winterstar and Fluffymoor, although Fluffymoor wasn't that fluffy now that I think about it.

Right now it's just me, Cricketpaw, and my moms, their names are Snowcreek and Blizzardstorm.

I'm just glad I'm not the only cat left, that sounds difficult...

Moon 2

I wish I could spend the entire day with Cricketpaw.

Sadly I don't think that's possible.

We did get to gather herbs together though!

Moon 3 (Newleaf)

Blizzardstorm renamed me to Oatwater.

Cricketpaw also brought back some cats! One of them was a healer from another clan, her name is Murkgrass. She had a litter of kits with her, four toms and one she-kit. The toms are named Cloudkit, Silverkit, Hawkkit, and Quietkit. The daughter's name is Mistkit.

Snowcreek's ear also got torn, apparently she and Blizzardstorm tried to chase a dog off of the territory.

Moon 4

Mistkit is apparently paralyzed. I hope Blizzardstorm will still allow her to be a warrior...

I heard that the ancient clans don't allow cats who are paralyzed to be warriors. I hope that won't be the case in this day and age.

Moon 5

Blizzardstorm is Blizzardstar now! Snowcreek is also the deputy now!

Things are starting to look better now that there aren't four cats. Snowcreek also recovered from her torn ear.

Moon 6 (Greenleaf)

Murkgrass recovered from having her litter. She's taken on the responsibility of mentoring Cricketpaw now.

... My moms and I also went on a patrol. I.. heard screams. I went to assist the cat who was going to be killed by a twoleg... But... The twoleg grabbed me and threw me to the ground. My jaw is broken now...

Moon 9 (Leaf-fall)

Murkgrass's kits are now apprentices! Blizzardstar is allowing Mistkit to be a warrior as well!

Quietpaw also isn't that quiet anymore.

Cloudpaw also stepped up to be a meditator apprentice.

Moon 10

I can't seem to catch a break with broken bones! I recovered from my broken jaw, but then I saw Quietpaw was about to get killed by a dog! I managed to save him, but one of my bones broke in the process.

Moon 11

Cricketpaw finally got her full healer name! She's Crickedstripe now.

... Hawkpaw, Quietpaw, and Silverpaw are also in the healer den with me now. They tried to do a border patrol, but fell in a river, specifically a river leading to a waterfall! They were lucky to wash up on a riverbed. Hawkpaw got a sprain and one of Quietpaw's bones broke, Silverpaw was lucky to only get scrapes. Murkgrass was the one to find them, she went out herb gathering and that's when she found them.

Moon 12 (Leaf-bare)

Mistpaw and Silverpaw brought back a loner, his name is Night. He's also Cloudpaw's mentor now.

... I'm also worrying that Cricketstripe may like Murkgrass more than me...

Moon 13

Hawkpaw finally recovered from his sprain.

... I wonder when my broken bone is gonna heal...

Moon 14

To my surprise, Cricketstripe asked me to be her mate.

... Silverpaw also died...

Mistpaw told me that she and Hawkpaw did all they could to free Silverpaw from the rocks that trapped him... But in the end...

I feel bad for Mistpaw, she and Silverpaw were very close..

Moon 15

I can finally walk again!

Hawkpaw and Mistpaw are also warriors now! Hawkdawn and Mistbubble!

Cloudpaw also became a full meditator, his new name is now Cloudswan.

Night also brought a litter of four kits back to camp, he didn't talk about the origin of them though. The litter has three toms and one she-kit. The toms are Icykit, Stoatkit, and Stonekit, the she-kit is Silverkit.

... I think Night named her in honor of Silverpaw.

I also went out to gather herbs with Cricketstripe, and she told me she's expecting kits!

... I'm worried though... What if something bad happens?

#crystalsclangencorner #clangen #warriors clangen #clan generator #cw animal cruelty #winterclan #winterstar #fluffymoor #blizzardstar #snowcreek #murkgrass #cricketstripe #night #cloudswan #oatwater #hawkdawn #mistbubble #quietpaw #icykit #silverkit #stoatkit #stonekit #silverpaw

[oflgtfol]

i take meticulous notes while i play clangen so i have a running log of all the events that occurred and i just checked and saw that turtlestar was literally brought into the clan by skystar and havenhare. she was a third wheel to these two since literally day 1 LMAOO

#this was actually before skystar and havenhare were mates too!! #but it was during the whole. development process #brot plays clangen #<- not rlly but just to be organized #also just discovered i made note of one of tansykits thoughts: ‘icykit doesnt want to grow up’ #well 🥲🥲 #its been several in game years since icypaw and tansypaw died but i will forever remember them in my heart

[validwarriorcatsnames]

EVERYTHING IN HERE IS IMPORTANT TO MY ARGUMENT FOR THESE WARRIOR CATS NAMES!

Do you think the kitties would know the word Silhouette? It could be a fancy prefix of suffix, Silhouettestorm or the like.

So could moose, y’know. Like the animal.

And perhaps van, like van cats, like the markings on the pelt!

We’ve also seen an influx of suffixes being prefixes! It’s fun to see name trends in Warriors. The trend of naming kits after relatives is dying down, as well as the trend of genderswapping prefixes, but a new trend emerges: Suffixes as prefixes (Streamkit, for example!) and in turn prefixes as suffixes. Littlebloom to Bloomlittle, amyhaps? (Doesn’t sound great but possible.)

Because of this, it is entirely possible that some quirky little she-cat had four children, Icykit, Silhouettekit, Dovekit, and Bloomkit! As they get older, Bloomkit is injured, but survives with nasty scarring. Icypaw, now, is very short, Silhouettepaw is very shy, Dovepaw is a van cat, and Scarpaw? Well, Scarpaw is very easily distractible. Oftentimes cats will have to shout “SCARPAW, SCARPAW!” to get her attention before she hurts herself!

Given all these specific circumstances, it is entirely reasonable to assume that their naming ceremony went like this:

Icylittle Silhouettedoe Dovevan, SCARMOOSE SCARMOOSE!

I deserve to be shot for this I’m so sorry. (Read it out loud if you don’t get it.)

I have no notes

[binghe-malewife-goals]

For scientific reasons, what would be svsss characters warrior cats name

Sect Leaders can be the Stars ✨️ Disciples can be the lik Paws 🐾

Ok, me first, Binghe has got to have the prefix Icy in my PROFESSIONAL opinion..

Icykit, Icypaw... [something]... Icystar

#important thoughts guys #svsss #luo binghe #svsss au #warrior cats au #GOOOOOOOO

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Cliffprance

Aliases / Nicknames: Cliff, Clifffoot

Gender: tom

Sexuality: grey-pansexual, demiromantic

Family: Pebble (mother), Flail (father), Shellsmoke (mate), Redpoppy, Icykit (daughters), Croakpaw, Junipercloud (sons), Roachfreckle (mate, formerly)

Other Relations: Bluemouse (mentor), Dappledlight (wet nurse)

Clan: ThunderClan (formerly), WindClan (formerly)

Rank: rogue (at death)

Characteristics: curious, easily amused, likes telling stories (formerly), cold, emotionless, prefers silence, likes being left alone (currently), bossy, has constant joint pain

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 23

Number of Murders: 19

Murder Method: leading into wars, tricking into wars, have other cats fight for him

Known Victims: Dappledlight, Galepaw (accidently), Agavepaw, Roachfreckle, Flail (indirectly), unnamed foster sister, unnamed warriors, unnamed kits, unnamed apprentices, unnamed elders

Victim Profile: Clan cats [WindClan, ThunderClan], rogues

Cause of Death: redcough

Cautionary Tale: The kit rejected by the Clan will be the one to burn it down.

Story: 

It is a long told saying, passed from mother to kit, father to brother, or mentor to apprentice. As generations passed, it became unclear of its origins. Did it start with Cliffprance? Or had his story simply been a result of the cats in his life neglecting to heed its warning:

The kit rejected by the Clan will be the one to burn it down.

Anyone who had met the tom when he was just a kit had been horrified to see the monster he had became, and anyone who had suffered in his reign of terror would refuse to believe that even he had once been an innocent, sweet kit.

In fact, many point to his very first murder, committed when he was only six moons old.

Cliffkit and his father, Flail, were welcomed into the Clan after he had just been born. His mother died while kitting, and between being unable to take care of him on his own and the rising aggression in the other loners, Flail had no other choice but to seek help.

The Clan was strongly against outsiders, but turning them away would go against the code. Flail was determined to prove himself and his son, which meant that he spent most of his time out of the camp to hunt, patrol, or gather supplies. Cliffkit, meanwhile, spent most of his time with Dappledlight, the queen that reluctantly and begrudgingly nursed him.

She was not his true mother, blood or adoptive or anything else, and she was keen to make sure he remembered that. She would growl and push him away if she thought that he was drinking too much milk so that her own kits would have enough, and she would make him sleep in another nest because she didn't want his loner-sickness spreading to her litter, only allowing him to sleep beside them when the nights were especially cold, though that was only because she got in trouble for neglecting his health when he caught whitecough.

Cliffkit was able to make friends in spite of this, and, surprisingly, his days in the nursery were the best he would experience in his entire life. Maybe if things had gone differently, if he hadn't made that one mistake that would lead him to a dark and bloody path, everything would have been better.

Perhaps it would have been better if it was his blood that spilled.

Cliffpaw didn't mean to do it. He and Galepaw were best friends! They had been excited to train together....but then Cliffpaw's muscles began to spasm. He knew what was happening, but he couldn't control it. His legged kicked out--

Cliffpaw only had a moment to stare in shock, horror, and dispair before Galepaw's mentor, Harefern, tackled him to the ground, hissing angrily in his face words that Cliffpaw's mind was racing too fast to understand, clawing at his pelt before Cliffpaw's own mentor finally bothered to pull him off.

He was shunned after that.

Cliffpaw's nest was pushed closest to the entrance, far from the others. Bluemouse, his mentor and Dappledlight's mate, hardly allowed him to train with the others following the incident, and on the rare chance that he did train with another apprentice, his once-friends would call him a murderer, and state that they didn't want to be killed as well.

Had they ever loved him?

Was his kithood filled with lies?

They now treated him the same way as the warriors did, if not worse. They spit awful words in his ears and poked fun at his lack of Clan heritage. Cliffpaw couldn't stop himself from wondering if they had always held these thoughts toward him...if they only bothered to be nice because Galepaw was nice to him. Now Galepaw was dead, because of him....

He tried to explain to them, to his mentor, the leader, anyone, that it had been an accident, that his muscles shake sometimes and he couldn't control it. But they pointed out that Bluemouse and Harefern would never had allowed the battle training to continue if that were the case, and neither mentor stepped in to corroborate his story, two worried for their own backs, because yes, of course they would have stopped the fight.

Bluemouse's lessons grew more violent. He had been assigned as Cliffpaw's mentor because of his strong prejudice towards outsiders. Duskstar had said that it was because Bluemouse would push him the hardest. Cliffpaw would later believe that that was just an excuse to allow one of his warriors to beat up the useless loner-blood.

The worst was when Cliffpaw began to spasm again. Whether they lasted seconds or longer, Bluemouse would kick at him with his claws unsheathed, demanding he cut it out.

Cliffpaw would beg Flail several times to leave. Though Flail loved his son and tried to protect him, he said that since they joined the Clan, rogues had entered the territories around the Clan, and that it was safer here than anywhere else.

Shortly after their conversation, Agavepaw offered Cliffpaw extra lessons. Cliffpaw happily agreed, all too eager for a friend. But when the two were alone, Agavepaw accused Cliffpaw of being part of the rogue gang, being sent here as a spy.

Cliffpaw was startled, and nothing he said could reason with her, not when her grief for her father--killed recently by the rogues--blinded her to his innocence. She leaped, bit and clawed--he had no choice. He was only defending himself.

Their words rang in his head.

Murderer!

Rogue scum!

Monster!

Killer!

Were they right? He was a killer...he killed two cats....he was a murderer.

But there was another voice, a burning flame that turned his tears to ashes.

They deserved it.

He dragged the body back to camp, explaining that they were attacked by one of the rogues. More than a few cats were skeptical, but it made enough sense for them to believe his story.

That didn't make things any easier for him. The apprentices hated him now more than ever. They refused to speak to him, to so much as eat near him.

The first was an accident.

The second was in defense.

But the third would be when his murderous deeds became fully and utterly intentional.

Bluemouse took him on a solo border patrol. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that, Bluemouse rarely allowed him to patrol or train with others, stating that he didn't want his foul stench to stain anyone.

They spotted a squirrel in a thin, flimsy tree. Bluemouse ordered Cliffpaw to go after it. Cliffpaw didn't protest--he had learned by now that it only lead to him being cuffed around the ear, or worse. His body weight caused the branches to bend dangerously, and his heart had raced--but when a yowl split the air, he realized he was lucky to be in the leaves.

He watched as three rogues attacked Bluemouse, pulling at him and slicing at his fur. They were clearly having fun as they bit, jumped away to avoid Bluemouse's swinging paw, and jumped back to bite him again.

Cliffpaw's alarm melted into dark pleasure. His heart was still racing, but differently now. It pounded in a way he never wanted to end, the thrill at seeing Bluemouse's pelt be torn to shreds bit by bit, the satisfaction as his angry growls became painful whimpers...Cliffpaw wished the show would never end.

When the rogues were long gone, he left the tree, gazed happily at Bluemouse's corpse, and trotted back to camp. His story this time was that Bluemouse got tired with him and sent him back to camp early. Since that already happened many times in the past moons, no one batted an eye.

Cliffpaw's apprenticeship had already been extended two moons for Galepaw's death, and now with his mentor dead, Duskstar saw no point to letting it go on any further. He named Cliffpaw Clifffoot. Of course he did. Even with Bluemouse gone, Cliffpaw couldn't forget.

The cheers of the crowd were low and half-hearted, all but Flail's, who shouted it to the Stars.

Clifffoot tried not to care. He didn't need them. They were too weak for him. But though the darkness had gripped its ugly claws in his heart, it still ached to belong, to be loved, to just have one friend that wasn't his father.

After his vigil, he spent the day curled alone in his nest and crying into his paws.

Whenever his emotions were especially getting to him, he would send silent prayers to his mother. He had never been able to meet Pebble, but Flail had talked about her often enough for Clifffoot to picture her perfectly in his mind. From there, his imagination built her more and more, as he pretended she was curled around him or watching him play so that he had someone other than his father to talk to.

That day was no different. Alone in the den, his shaking voice called to her, begging for her forgiveness as he cried that he didn't want to be a monster. He begged her to take him from this place, something he had begged of her many times in his kithood, when he pretended that someone was curled around him in the nursery. But like all the times before, there was nothing but silence.

He was dumbfounded when Shellsmoke, a pretty she-cat, confessed her feelings for him. He had thought that everyone in the Clan either hated him or tolerated him, so he met Shellsmoke's words with skepticism.

But the more time they spent together, the more open he became. It took a moon, but finally Clifffoot was able to realize and accept that he loved someone and someone loved him.

Someone loved him!

Curse StarClan for taking that away.

Moments before a rainstorm broke, a patrol returned with her bloodied body, stating that rogues had attacked and killed her.

Dappledlight spoke up first, voicing her doubts of Flail's innocence--who had been on the patrol. After all, everything had been fine until 'those two' arrived, then suddenly cats were dying like flies and rogues were getting bolder.

Her words were quickly joined by her remaining kits, Clifffoot's once-friends who now demanded he be exiled into the unknown.

With so many warriors against them, Duskstar listened and sent the father and son into exile.

Flail was determined to keep his spirits high. He told Clifffoot not to blame the Clan, that they were scared and needed someone to blame. Clifffoot didn't listen, too bitter to. He didn't even get a chance to grieve for his mate before he was kicked out just because of his origin.

Flail began to say something else dull and supposedly encouraging again when the pair were jumped. They hissed and clawed at the rogues, and when they were shoved to the ground, the weights were lifted and they found themselves facing Clan cats. Different Clan cats.

Flail thanked them, and right when he was about to introduce them, Clifffoot stepped in and announced them both as kind loners--Flail and Cliff--looking for shelter from the rogues.

Flail privately questioned him after they were welcomed, but Cliff figured that they wouldn't have as high a chance if they told them the truth. How would they explain why they were exiled, and how could they prove their innocence?

It was only luck that Duskstar decided to keep the loners a secret from the other Clans, and that the rain had washed most of the Clan-scent from their fur.

All was peaceful, at least on the surface.

Cliff's Clanmates were warmer, though still wary due to the rogue attacks. They were still willing to share prey and a den, and when they patrolled with him, they were more than happy to engage in small talk. One of the cats, Roachfreckle, even asked him to be her mate! He agreed, only to keep up the appearance of a trusted Clanmate. One of them.

But he wasn't. He spent too many seasons having that lesson beaten into him.

It could have been a second chance for Cliff to finally live happily.

But it all came too late.

He was denied a mother that loved him.

He was denied a mentor that didn't take every opportunity to beat him.

He was denied littermates, blood or otherwise, that cared for him.

He was denied friends.

Even before he was born, he was denied health.

And when he finally found love, it was struck down from him and he was kicked out of his and his father's home.

Cliff couldn't easily forget.

He couldn't easily forgive.

All his life, he was pushed and pushed and pushed, each shove adding a sliver of ice to his heart. There was no longer warmth, no longer affection, and there was not a single trace of the gentle kit he had once been. It was all frozen, forgotten and buried, and there was nothing left but bitter resentment--resentment for his old Clanmates, resentment for the rogues that first caused their distrust, even resentment for the Clanmates he had now, and for his father that hadn't even noticed how much pain his son had suffered. They were all worthless, and they all deserved to die.

It was the only logical next step, wasn't it? After all, he was already a murderer in seemingly everyone's eyes.

He didn't care if he was killed, and that kept fear at bay. It was why he could take some extra prey from the pile late at night, when he was the only one awake--sitting guard.

With no terror against the rogues and what they could do, he walked through the moors unbothered until he came across a scent trail. He followed it, growing larger and larger until cats sprang out and demanded what he was doing so close to their home.

Cliffprance spat what he carried to the ground and offered them the food.

While they eagerly ate, Cliffprance noticed how skinny they were. Bones with a veil named 'cat.' It was no wonder they were crossing over the borders. They must have been starving!

Cliffprance tried not to show his delight at seeing their suffering. He hated the rogues just as much as the Clan cats.

The leader of the small group introduced himself as Domino, and questioned Cliffprance's reasoning for helping them. Cliffprance told them the truth, part of it at least. He told them that his parents had been starving just as they were, and that he, too, suffered by the Clans' cruelty.

The more they talked, the more he learned.

As far as these rogues--'loners' they called themselves--knew, they only tried to hunt, but anywhere there was plentiful food, there were Clan cats who chased them away. Of course, some of the loners became aggressive. Wouldn't anyone who was desperate to eat? And with more cats becoming aggressive, less Clan cats were tolerant of the remaining loners.

Cliffprance offered them help.

He would be their 'saviour.'

He snuck out food to them once a day, whenever he could sneak out. With that, he gained their trust. More and more cats heard about the generous Clan cat offering meals, and more and more cats trusted him with their lives.

He spent moons feeding them, talking to them like they were buddies, and soon enough, training them to fight. You know, in case those Clan cats give them trouble.

Slowly, he planted the seeds.

First it was just a thought, a joke, a random thing. "I wonder why Clan cats think they're so much better than everyone else. Can't they see others are starving?"

Then it was feeding their resentment. "I can't believe anyone would turn their backs on those that need help! How cruel can they be?"

Then it was hypothetical. "What would you do if you could say something to a Clan cat, other than me?" "What would you do if you could take vengeance?"

Then it became planning.

But while the gears were still turning, voices became doubtful. Domino was the most loud of them all.

Cliffprance had to show them that harming the Clan cats was the only way, while squashing all doubt.

He acted distressed when he returned to them one day with food and they told him that Domino had been killed by the Clan! They had found him with his throat slit, a mouse in his jaws. He only wanted to feed them--there weren't even any signs of a fight! They just jumped him without warning him or chasing him off! They wanted him dead!

Things became incredibly easier after that. Moons of being chased away from good food that they desperately needing, of being torn into for 'trespassing,' and now for being killed, all for being different than a precious Clan cat made all of the loners, rogues, whatever, willing to follow whatever Cliffprance said that they needed to do in order to serve justice.

He didn't want to attack all at once. Instead, he lead the occasional patrol in a certain direction, and would return home panting and distressed that the rogues! The rogues had attacked them!

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to lead all of the patrols that died. Sometimes, he happened to be out at the same time and told them of this great place for hunting he found the other day.

It was only after two and a half--the final patrol was just two cats--were killed that Featherstar declared that no cat should leave the camp unless accompanied by four of their Clanmates. Cliffprance figured that that was a good enough time to strike.

He lead the rogues under cover of darkness, their scent hidden by the lavender fields they rolled in.

Cliffprance took out the guard before she could raise the alarm, his identity as a fellow Clanmate allowing him to get close enough before she realized something was wrong.

Every den was attacked. The warriors, the elders, the medicine cat, the queens and even their kits were thrown into the fight.

If there was one thing that Cliffprance had convinced the rogues of, it was this:

the Clans had to be culled.

Flail had looked at his son with such horror, begging, asking why he was doing this.

Cliffprance only stared at him coldly, maintaining unblinking eye-contact as Flail was jumped.

Then, when he was satisfied with the damage--he yowled into the air. "ThunderClan! Retreat!"

The trick had worked.

After they had rolled in lavender, the rogues caked themselves completely in mud. Their scent had been disguised and so too their appearance. Cliffprance had given them the names of his old Clanmates to use during the attack. "Duskstar, over here!" one cat would say to another.

WindClan had believed that Cliffprance--and possibly Flail--were traitors all along, sent by ThunderClan to infiltrate them. The irony. That's just what ThunderClan used to think of them.

Cliffprance only had to sit back and watch gleefully as WindClan and ThunderClan tore each other apart.

He returned to the ThunderClan camp one day, while most of the warriors were away in one of the many battles. Any remaining cats that tried to force him away were easily beaten by the five rogues that accompanied him.

Cliffprance followed Dappledlight's scent and found her, amazingly, in the nursery. But she wasn't the one that had had kits. No, the vile she-cat was an elder now and merely visiting her daughter, one of Cliffprance's foster-littermates-turned bully.

Cliffprance didn't do the killing himself just yet. No, he sat back, wanting to watch the carnage as well as the horror on both she-cats faces as the rogues did what had to be done to their kits. Only after bathing in the cries of their anguish did Cliffprance rise to silence them.

Now both Clans knew of Cliffprance's horrid actions. Both knew he was a monster--not the kind they imagined him to be. No, he was much, much worse.

But the battles would continue a while longer before either Clan figured the connection and realized that they had been tricked. Knowing now that they had a common enemy, they joined forced against the rogues.

But by then Cliffprance had already left.

He knew what was going to happen--he had known since the beginning, and he smiled as he walked as yowls rang out in the distant air.

All it took was a little bit of manipulation and he had started a war. Two, in fact, depending on how long the rogues lasted.

It was the fault of those filthy rogues that had ThunderClan distrust Cliffprance so much, and it was ThunderClan that had treated him like filth most of his life.

He only had to be friendly with one before he he got them to kill each other.

He knew that ThunderClan would live on, and so would WindClan--though with much smaller numbers. The rogues were more of a mystery, but he guessed one or two may live.

There was one thing that was certain:

they would not forget him anytime soon.

Additional Information: 

--Cliffprance was a cat collectively created by many of us! Together, we designed him in Clangen and gave him his conditions, and decided via poll the range of his victim number. I decided to specify his story using some ideas from things that happened in Clangen.

These things include his father's name, becoming mates with the two named, and dying as Clifffoot (and me reviving him as Cliffprance and writing it as him being exiled and finding a new name that way).

You can see who did what here

--Base: Full Reference Cat FTU Base by Naxolite on DeviantArt

Yes I realized I messed up his foot placement on the refs.

--It doesn't show too much on these refs but he is a longhair!

--It didn't make it into the story because I couldn't find a spot that flowed right, but Cliffprance lost his paw in a training accident by a twoleg trap. Bluemouse likely left him there.

--I might explain it in a more detailed post, but basically some loners became more aggressive as they became more desperate. One accidently killed a Clan cat, causing many ThunderClan cats to hate them and become more violent when they chased them off, in turn causing the rogues to become more violent against them.

I might also make a thing where the ThunderClan cat was actually murdered and it was pinned on the rogues?

--While ThunderClan did majorly suck in not noticing Cliff's pain and not stepping in, many of them did not hate Cliffprance as much as he believed they did. But who could blame him for thinking what he did?

--Roachfreckle either died in the ambush or in one of the battles against ThunderClan.

#long post #long long post #super long post #cliffprance #wc loners #wc rogues #thunderclan #windclan #abuse tw #abuse mention #othering #child murder #kit death #wc #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #warriors #warrior cats #warriors horror #kinda? #dark forest profile #dark forest resident #dark forest oc #dark forest character #dark forest warrior #place of no stars #place of no stars oc #thunderclan oc #windclan oc #clangen

[wattleclan]

Hollybee has had a single kit with Russetgrowl: Icykit

#clangen #lifegen #wattleclan #warrior cats clangen #the wattle legacy

[wyrm-clangen]

Fogtail: *is depressed*

Frozentangle: God, look at that awful person. >:((((

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#wyrmclan best clan #clangen #rookrise #hornetdapple #ivykit #icykit #swishpaw #fogtail #frozentangle #babe. sweetie. her husband just died.

[songclangen]

not a lot happened in moon three so i jammed ’em together

sloepaw being lazy and annoying<3 and amberfather strikes again, this time adopting a teenager whose coat will look different every time i draw it!

#warrior cats #clan gen #clan generator #warrior cats art #clan gen art #songclan events #songclangen #pronghorn #amberfeather #mumblepaw #icykit #splinterstar #lownibble #mumblefur #sloepaw

[theonefnaffan]

Icykit! :D

#clangen #clangen oc #warrior cats #cats #wc #Warrior Cats #erin hunter warriors #Warriors Erin hunter #Erin hunter #wc art #Warriors art #Warrior cats art #kit #cat

[beetleclan]

darkk & icykit standalones!

i also have their adult body’s drawn too! but it’ll be a while until you see those ^^

#clangen #warriors #warriors designs #darkkit #icykit

[pikaclan]

Moon 301

Overarching Events:

PikaClan doesn't have enough healthy medicine cats

Ceremonies

Bulgogi has chosen to use their skills and experience to helo solve the Clan's disagreements. A meeting is called, and they become the Clan's newest mediator.

Births:

Purring with Owlmoon against their back, Tadpolemoor feels like they're going to explode with love, looking at their tiny new litter of 3 kits.

Briarkit (female), Tuftkit (female), Icykit (male) are born!

Other Clans:

Hollypaw travels to FlightClan to resolve some recent personal disputes. The FlightClan medicine cat comes asking if we have any lungwort to spare. However, we do not have enough and refuse.

Health:

Loudshock's mangled tail healed. Troutmoss was grabbed and dropped by an eagle, but survived. Jayhowl's wound is no longer infected. Tempestvalley has a running nose. Echocaw recovers from their grief. Frogcry's small cut is no longer bothering them, but has a splitting headache and couldn't get out of their nest and also has a running nose. Poolrump has a running nose Dewstream has recovered from whitecough

Relationships

Loudshock asks Fuzzscratch to go fishing with them, but they keep getting distracted by each other. (high positive effect) Fuzzscratch goes for a nice long walk with Loudshock (medium positive effect)

Patrols

Valleyfalcon comes up with a plan to sneak out of camp with Fuzzscratch (medium positive effect) Eyes glowing with the last rays of the sunset, the small hunting party heads out into the gathering dusk. (proceed) Valleyfalcon goes down hard in a misjudged pounce, and stands up with a wince. Fuzzscratch trots over, telling Valleyfalcon to take it easy and lean on them as they limp home.

#moon 301 #bulgogi #owl #tadpole #briar #icy #tuft #loud #trout #jay #tempest #echo #frog #pool #dew #fuzz #valley

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

Podkit > Podpaw > Podfern

Kit > Apprentice > Warrior

ShadowClan - Tom

Podpaw grew up well-loved by his mother and especially his father, who told him he loved him and his siblings nearly every day, and spent all his time with his kits. Podpaw was a bit of a nervous tom, but with his father's love and encouragement, he came out of his shell and lived every day to its fullest, just like his father taught him. He played often with his sisters, Firepaw and Spikepaw, rough-housing and being as close as siblings could be. But his world came crashing down after his mother and father's death at the hands of BoneClan warriors- and Twolegs took Iceclaw's body away so the clan couldn't even bury the kind-hearted and noble warrior.

Podpaw was wracked with grief for days after his parents' death. He and his sister, Firepaw, spent all their days depressed and lonely together, while Spikepaw retreated into anger and bitterness, lashing out at anyone who got too close, and mocking her siblings' for being so 'weak-hearted' and 'mopey.' Podpaw soon lost his other sister's comfort as the she-cat turned to a forbidden relationship with a she-cat outside the clans, none other than Blackpaw of BoneClan, the same group of rogues that had killed their parents. Podpaw didn't approve of this, at all, but for his sister's sake, he kept quiet about it, but he soon drifted away from Firepaw.

But he still had his mentor, and friends, one such friend being a she-cat named Stormcurl, who helped him through his grief, and offered him fresh-kill everyday and wanted to go on walks through the forest with him. He soon found himself falling in love with the young warrior, who had been made a warrior right as he became an apprentice. Soon, he became a warrior, and asked Stormcurl to be his mate, to which she eagerly accepted. The two were deeply in love, spending every moment together. They had kits young, with Stormcurl giving birth to Icykit- named after Iceclaw, and Larkkit- a name Stormcurl loved. Podfern vowed to be a father just as loving as his own, and doted over his kits, spoiling them to no ends.

Tragedy struck when the kits became apprentices. It was like watching the same thing that had happened to him as an apprentice happen to his kits- Stormcurl was killed by BoneClan warriors after attacking them for being too close to the border alongside their clanmate, Fallenrock, following the orders Sagestar had given the clan to fight off BoneClan rogues close to the borders. Podfern was both angry and hollow. He comforted his children, but felt like a void had opened inside him, disconnecting them from him. Life was like that for a while before he found comfort in a younger, newly-made warrior named Rippleshine, who had suffered at the claws of BoneClan just like him. They clicked quickly, but it wasn't that passionate, honeymoon love that he had with Stormcurl- it was a slow, quiet love, of having comfort in the person beside you, rather than the bouncing, laughter-filled love he once had.

When Rippleshine found herself pregnant, Podfern was happy, but not ecstatic as he had been with Stormcurl's kits. He would love them, he knew, but would he ever love them like he loved Icypaw and Larkpaw? Even now, he found his love for his kits drifting as he yearned for Stormcurl to return, staring at the stars every night and pretending she was beside him. And it seemed tragedy followed him everywhere, as Icypaw was slain by BoneClan rogues, and Podfern was devastated. He wanted to be angry and loud, but all he felt was emptiness and sorrow, and he realized he couldn't love again. Even when Rippleshine's kits were born, it all felt like a sick act of loving and caring for them. He did love them, he did care for them, but... He was already preparing for their inevitable deaths, to be slaughtered by BoneClan rogues like everyone else in his life. He let Rippleshine name them all, only giving light approval to the names- Alderkit, Smallkit, and Stonekit. It was obvious he was a distant father to them, unlike he was for Icypaw and Larkbright. But Rippleshine made up for it, loving her kits fiercely and seeming to accept, although sadly, that her mate would never love them like he loved Stormcurl and their kits.

When they became apprentices, Podfern could almost laugh when Rippleshine became sick, having eaten disguised crowfood placed in the fresh-kill pile by some BoneClan spy. He watched distantly and sadly as she died in a matter of days. It was almost harder, having to watch her die slowly in camp, coughing painfully, while the rest of his family had died swiftly and violently in battle, and been dragged back to camp for him to hear the announcement. When Wolfheart and Tigershine, the medicine cats, announced that Rippleshine would most likely be passing soon, her breathing and heartbeat slowing, Podfern dragged himself to the den to say goodbye and one final 'I love you.' Smallpaw, Alderpaw, and Rippleshine's sister, Webwing, joined them, and Stonepaw was already there, having been curled up by his mother's side through her entire sickness. They all watched her take her final breath, and Podfern was the first to leave, followed by Alderpaw. He saw the way Stonepaw especially wailed and cried for his mother, and it broke Podfern's heart, but he didn't do anything to comfort his son.

Podfern was surprised his children survived their time as apprentices, becoming happy and proud warriors, but even they weren't free from his 'curse,' as Smallbear passed from greencough one leaf-bare. Podfern had up and down days from then on- somedays, he enjoyed the company of his clanmates, and felt proud of his living children, Larkbright, Alderflip, and Stoneflower. Other days, all he could think about was the ones he had lost and who he might lose again. Podfern always thought he might die of his sadness himself one day (darker thoughts lurked in his head, telling him to do it himself), but he always thought his curse would have him killed by BoneClan rogues, even if they had moved away and been 'reformed' under their new leader, Puppystar. Instead, he choked unexpectedly on a frog bone leg one day, the bone lodged in his throat. Panic erupted in camp when they realized their clanmate was choking, but no one was able to unlodge the bone before Podfern died and ascended to StarClan.

“Lithe speckled ginger tabby tom with a white underbelly.“

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