#cliffstar

[cat-chthesehands]

knowing that porter can control / direct / inflict Sensation™️ on Jace thru the shatterstar is kindaaaaaaa...... 👀👀

[randomcatgen]

Cliffstar is a wiry tom with soft, black and cream fur. He is 41 moons old. He has downturned, light blue eyes and a square jaw. He is funny and pensive, but pessimistic. He used some...unethical practices... to become leader. He smells strongly of lavender.

[crazydreamer6]

Making fanart for my own fanfics. Let's go!

I dedicate this lovely piece to @justablah56 and @archiveoftragedies, my two buddies who stick with me through my writing of this insane fic, Lily and Honeysuckle. I asked Blah what their favorite scene was and well.... Here we are 😁 All the love and thanks for your support. Hope you enjoy 💜

[justablah56]

currently listening to my friends playlist abt his oc and screaming and crying and thinking about them so much .....

[fernclans]

MOON 05. (part 2) (tw; none i think!)

Starring: Cliffpaw (BuddingClan), Flippaw (BuddingClan), Amberpaw (BuddingClan), Dashpaw (BuddingClan) Mentions: Magpiestar (FlintClan)

“May all cats of BuddingClan gather beneath the Echoed Stones for a clan meeting!” A ginger feline called before leaping, landing unsteadily at first atop their clan's gathering place; a set of three stone pillars, one taller than the others, where the leader, deputy, and head mediator would sit once upon a time.

“UGH- finally!” A small rosy brown molly bemoans loudly as she bounds around the grassy slope beneath, claws catching dirt between them.

Another cat strides forward, rolling his eyes when he sits. “You don’t have to say the whole thing every time, y’know Cliffpaw? It’s just the four of us.” Dashpaw teases, shooting the other tom a playful wink to show he’s not being serious.

“It’s better than us completely abandoning the traditions our clanmates died fighting to protect.” Amberpaw sneers, not picking up on the toms’ lightheartedness.

The half-white tom’s cheeky expression dissipates into a flat one of disappointment. “You don’t have to suck the air out of every situation, Amberpaw. Lighten up will you?”

“Could you two wait until after my ceremony to argue?” Flipkit complains, shooting both of them an exasperated look and sparing Cliffpaw from having to break things up himself. Both felines seemed startled at the younger cat's comment, both reacting with their own levels of embarrassment and apologies. 

Cliffpaw clears his throat one more time, dipping his head to Flipkit in appreciation.

“Flipkit, you have reached the age of six moons and are ready to begin your training as a warrior of BuddingClan. From today forward, you will be known as Flippaw; while I can’t act as a proper mentor for you, we will all work together to complete our training as a clan.”

“I won’t let you down!” Flippaw meows back enthusiastically while Dashpaw and Amberpaw call her new name in celebration.

The cheering subsided and the three apprentices looked to Cliffpaw expectantly; there was still one more ceremony which needed to take place. His own.

For once, the confident tom looked uncertain, his remaining yellow eye concentrating down on his paws. “I, Cliffpaw, feel as though I’ve completed my training and that I am ready to take the full responsibility of BuddingClan’s first full warrior.” Not that he hadn’t done so already moons prior. “Though, to be honest, I’m not sure what I should call myself. Since I was a kit I always imagined Magpiestar being the one to do it, I hardly spared the thought of thinking of what I would want it to be.”

“You could just skip a step and call yourself Cliffstar.” Dashpaw meows jokingly.

Cliffpaw grimaces. “Even if StarClan didn’t smite me for that, I’m not sure I feel ready to call myself leader- not in that way.” He was a leader, but he didn’t feel quite like he could be the leader. "Besides, I haven't even trained an apprentice yet."

“How about Clifftalon? Or Cliffsnarl? Something cool and intimidating!” Flippaw chirps, eyes shining.

Amberpaw chuckles beside her. “Do you think Cliffpaw is intimidating?”

“Do you think Cliffpaw is cool?” Dashpaw jeers.

���Well I don’t, but other cats might.” The youngest of the four explains.

“Hey--! Come on!” Cliffpaw perches on the edge of the stone, tail swishing behind him. His vision spins slightly as he looks between his clanmates, claws sinking into the stone and moss for stability.

“Right, sorry.” Amberpaw shakes her head, looking up at him and taking notice of his unsteady state. “Do you want to get down? Dashpaw’s right, it is just the four of us…”

Cliffpaw shakes his head, regaining his former posture. “No, not until we settle my name.”

“What about Cliffstone?” Dashpaw meows, almost seeming sincere before following it up. “Because once you’ve set your mind on something, you’re as stubborn as one.”

Cliffpaw begins to grow frustrated. “I’m not that stubborn.”

“Yes you are! Only a cat as stubborn as you would make it back home with that kind of an injury still fresh.”

“Dashpaw kind of has a point.” Flippaw interjects. "He would've let CypressClan take care of him until they forced him to leave." All but Dashpaw laugh, the brown and white tabby tom feigning offense for dramatic effect. The moment subsides, leaving them back to where they'd began.

Amberpaw hums thoughtfully. “How about instead of stubborn, we can say reliable? Even after you were gone for days, we were sure you were coming back.”

Cliffpaw seems taken by surprise, a warmth filling his chest. “How sure?”

“As sure as the stripes on your back.” She smiles.

Cliffpaw goes silent, tapping his tail rhythmically against the pillar while in thought. “...how about Cliffstripe?” 

“‘Cliffstripe’?” Flippaw echoed. “Isn’t that a little… basic? Come on, Cliffpaw! You fought a WOLF for StarClan’s sake!”

The dark ginger tomcat bristles somewhat, forcing his fur to go flat before replying. “We lost everything to those monsters- I won't give them my name too.”

Silence again fills the grassy slope, all cats feeling heavy under the weight of the past five moons. It's Amberpaw who breaks the silence again. “So, Cliffstripe, right? I like it.”

Dashpaw speaks next. “Yeah, it suits you.”

“Mm. It’s fine.” Flippaw pouts, just hoping that her suffix will be different.

Cliffstripe gives a weary smile, slowly easing his way onto the soft ground. He brushes against each of his clanmates, a deep purr rumbling in his throat while they depart.

[deliciouseggclan]

Our leader Cliffstar, first of her name ✨

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Wide little kit eyes stared up in awe, her frail, tiny white body shivering in the snow.

"Who're you?" Her breath is a soft little white puff, drowned out by the white snow and the white sky and her own white fur.

She had only just opened her eyes a mere few days ago. In her little mind the cat above her had no mouth, no nose, and no eyes. Just a black void where they all should have been.

At least not until the eyes opened.

Pupils that reflected the light off the snow against the pitch black of their face. The image would sear into her little mind.

"I am Omenmask."

-----

Sunshadow wakes in a panic, staring at her paws. Black paws.

She flexes her claws and stares at them. Turns her paw over to look at the pads. They were large, fully formed, adult cat paws. Not the tiny little white ones nearly frozen in the snow.

What was that?

She flicks her tail and looks around the warrior's den before getting up and silently padding out. She hopes Berrytail is awake.

She quietly pushes her nose past the moss hanging over the entrance. Silence greets her.

"Berrytail?"

Her voice is a low whisper, but it still feels too loud.

A soft 'mrrp?' responds and she pushes her way in. Her eyes adjust quickly and she spots the shape of Berrytail in her herb stores.

"Hey. Can I talk to you?"

"Of course you can." The sweet she-cat smiles gently, "What's bothering you so late at night? There are kits becoming apprentices tomorrow and we both know your father is going to give you one to mentor."

Sunshadow sighs.

"I had a strange dream..."

-----

"I told you she was cursed!! That wicked... thing brought her back!"

"Omenmask is a cat, Iceshadow! Just because he is in exile doesn't make him an object! He's your own son."

"That thing is no son of mine! Let him keep her, cast her out with him!"

"She is a kit!!!"

The little white kit sniffled and flinched at the yowling passed between her mother and the deputy. She pressed deep into her father's fur, and his tongue gently swept across her head.

"Don't listen to him, Frostkit."

She just sniffled again.

"That's enough, Iceshadow."

A booming voice stopped them both. Cliffstar, their leader, had interrupted.

"With Omenmask, we were sent a vision after his birth. Hollygust has had no such vision about Frostkit. If she is cursed, Starclan will tell us."

"Starclan told us when the sun vanished as she was born! Isn't that proof enough?" The pale tom whipped around to face the elderly cat, who held steady in the face of the tom's paranoia.

"No. Mountainclan is favored by Starclan. If danger is to come for us, they will tell us. As they always have. Perhaps Starclan chose to test her, to call her out into the snow to survive. And she has not only survived that, but survived Omenmask as well. That, Iceshadow, should be celebrated."

Frostkit peered out from her father's fur and saw the regal silver leader smiling at her. She sniffed again, doing nothing for the little snot bubble on her tiny pink nose, and smiled back.

-----

As a kit will, Frostkit would ask questions. Who was Omenmask? Why was he exiled? Why did his eyes look like that? Why did Iceshadow hate him so much?

Her parents tried to keep up. They told her what they knew. When he was born, Starclan had sent their medicine cat a vision of an avalanche and a black faced cat standing over it, laughing.

Cliffstar had always planned to exile him, but was kind enough to let the cat get through his training enough to survive.

And then he killed a cat from Oakclan in a border skirmish. A cat he could have let go. And so he was spitefully given his warrior name and chased out of the clan, never to receive the warmth of the warriors' den.

This is what Frostkit was told.

That the cat who'd gently held her, given her food, and carried her back to her clan was a murderer.

She was given to Iceshadow to be mentored. Cliffstar meant well by it, hoping to curb Iceshadow's paranoia and help Frostpaw come out of her shell.

It certainly helped one of those.

Iceshadow tested her, constantly. Had her spar the older apprentices long before she should have. She would end up in pain, curled up in the back of the apprentices' den and trying to sleep through the aching.

She was sent on her own to hunt a whole moon before most apprentices are supposed to. On the mountain, Newleaf was a blessing, but still perilous. Ice, now shiny and see-through and slippery from snowmelt, was dangerous on the cliffsides. But what little prey there was was stupid and young or still recovering from Bareleaf. And stupid.

She had a successful hunt. But it was because she'd found a second mentor on the mountain side, in a pine grove lower on the mountain. One who offered to teach her how to hunt alone, how to fight the older apprentices. One who knew what Iceshadow was putting her through, because Iceshadow was his father.

And she took the offer.

She would be the first to volunteer for solo missions. She would sneak out at night if she could, to go train with Omenmask.

The black faced cat with his wide, snow-blind eyes, taught her how to fight. He was a strict teacher, but kinder than Iceshadow. He taught her to fight, yes, but also how to tend to her own wounds if she ever got stranded. How to navigate even if she was ever blinded.

She was named Frostfang, for her battle prowess and sharp wit.

One day, she begged Omenmask to teach her the move he'd used to kill the Oakclan cat. She was desperate for something bigger. Oakclan had begun threatening them with war, wanting control of Dragon Stones.

Omenmask refused.

She became angry at him. And angry at Iceshadow. Angry at the other apprentices who laughed at her. Angry at Oakclan. And then angry at Cliffstar for refusing to go to war. Angry at Hollygust who had received a vision that caused Cliffstar to hesitate.

How could this be Starclan's vision? To give up Dragon Stones?? She became suspicious of Hollygust. The medicine cat was half-clan.

The new medicine cat apprentice was her younger brother, a little grey thing by the name of Ashfeather. He would be a good medicine cat. Good and pure clan and loyal and, most of all, also suspicious of Hollygust's vision. He'd confided in Frostfang that he thought she was just scared of war.

So Frostfang decided Hollygust was a liar. She must be faking visions to suit her needs. She was the problem.

But how to get rid of the problem.

She lied.

She told Omenmask that war was upon them. That Oakclan was vicious and had killed some of their warriors already. She begged him to teach her, cried crocodile tears that all she wanted was to do right by Starclan.

And Omenmask gave in. Unknown to her, he had started falling in love with her as she grew into herself. She cared about him, seemed to want to defend her clan, the same way he had when fighting Oakclan before. She was faithful to Starclan. So, they trained. Forbidden techniques in battle to kill cats, not just wound them.

They shared tongues, they spoke about war and death, and they trained.

Frostfang moved into action just a moon after their training began. She found dark mud at the lower part of the territory and smeared her face in it. She ate herbs to make her voice hoarse.

Hollygust was out foraging with Ashfeather. It was perfect timing. She ambushed Hollygust. Pretended to be Omenmask and pretended he hated Hollygust for being the reason he was exiled.

Ashfeather didn't stay long enough to realize it was his sister. He saw the dark face on white fur and hoarse yowling about prophecies and revenge and ran back to the clan for back up.

By the time Ashfeather returned, Hollygust was dead and Frostfang was nowhere to be found. Hollygust killed the same way Omenmask had killed the Oakclan cat. And with only Ashfeather's skewed account, Omenmask was dragged from his den in exile back to the camp.

Cliffstar was furious. Iceshadow vindicated. The rest of the clan gnawed at the bit for his death.

And Frostfang... guilty.

Seeing Omenmask, blind and trembling and begging to be heard out. Seeing his face drop when he's told how the cat died. The way his head turns and those unseeing eyes almost seem to instinctively know where she's at. And how they burn into her. Burn into her skull like they did when she was a kit.

And she felt small again. Cold and on the mountain side.

But as Omenmask was executed... There would be no kind exile to help her out of the cold this time.

Only his mother attended the vigil for him, and it was a vigil the mourning mother had fought for.

Frostfang found her later. Asked about him. He had been her only surviving kit. All her others were stillborn or died days later. And it was him that was cursed. Why, oh why, did it have to be him?

Something broke inside of Frostfang.

And so began the avalanche. Omenmask's mother was the first sign of collapse. She was found dead, herself, with death berry juice on her lips at the place she buried her son.

Iceshadow went mad with grief and hatred. Ashfeather pushed for war, for their right to the Dragon Stones. Cliffstar fell victim to whitecough in his last life, giving the paranoid widower leadership. All of them were little slips in the snow, pieces at the edges collapsing.

And Frostfang thought they deserved it. Every one of them. Her parents would die in the war that followed. The war would drag into Leafbare.

Frostfang became sick. Wheezing and coughing in the medicine den under her younger brother's care.

She tried not to talk much. He'd told her that using her voice would make it worse. But she had to tell him she was proud of him, how he was working so hard for Mountainclan.

Horror seeped into his face. He backed up against the wall of his den as she asked him what was wrong.

It was a terrifyingly long moment before he spoke.

"You killed Hollygust." His voice was a whimper. A cracking sob.

Her voice.

Her voice was hoarse.

Just like it had been the day she attacked Hollygust. Her ears folded back.

"She was a liar. It's her fault we didn't fight back sooner...!" She tried to reason with him, but he turned to bolt out of the den past her. And in her panic her fangs broke through the skin of his neck. The rest of the avalanche began to fall.

The clan was already in shambles.

Maybe it was because she was feverish, maybe it was because she'd just killed the last family member she had, maybe it was just madness, a prophecy realized, but she lost all reason.

The clan tried to fight back against her rampage. She tore into the she-cat who'd loved her brother when she came wailing for him after his scream. She killed that she-cat's father when he tried to defend her. And on and on down the line.

She couldn't feel her own wounds. Numb to the bone.

Icestar was the last, a coward who trembled in the back of his den as she took up the entire entrance. In her delirium, she wavered on unsteady feet and taunted him. He'd exiled his only surviving son for nothing. He was right that she had been cursed. It was his fault his mate had killed herself. If he'd just accepted his son, none of this would have happened. If he hadn't been a coward.

She killed him. She killed him nine times. There was no one left of the clan.

No one but the kits. Three little wailing kits who begged for their mother to get up. She didn't realize they were her brother's kits, had in secrecy. They were nearly at apprentice age.

She stood over them. Blood dripped from her lips, along with her own fevered drool.

"Go down the mountain. Follow the water to Oakclan. Tell them an avalanche came. Tell them it killed us all."

They fled. They ran from her like all of the Dark Forest was on their heels.

She stood there, swaying back and forth.

The Dark Forest...

That's where she was going, wasn't she?

Tears joined the blood and the drool and the cold on her face.

There was no one left to patch her wounds. No one left to remind her what herbs would soothe her throat. She turned away and stumbled into the snow. Out of the camp. She tried to get as high on the mountain as she could. To try and get as close to Starclan as she could.

She was going the wrong way. She ended up farther down the mountain. She tripped into the same mud she'd darkened her face with.

She was so cold now. So tired. She weakly moved to try and get up, but only stained her white coat more and more with every movement. She won't know how long she laid there.

But she would wake up under bright red leaves in the place of no stars with a sleek black coat, an anger that could not be quenched, and the haunting apparition of a white cat with no face. Who would never leave her alone.

[druckkugelschreiber]

This is Cliffstar, she died falling of a cliff, the end

[longnose-gar]

Bicolorclan(II) at 100 moons (ClanGen edit)(Og ClanGen)

Falconslip and Amberjay have earned their warrior names Amberjay is wounded by Cliffstar during a harsh training exercise Crestedpaw has started his apprenticeship, his mentor is Streamlily Hoppaw has started her apprenticeship, her mentor is Fishdaisy Fidgetpaw has started his apprentcieship, his mentor is Flaildusk Fadedkit is found abandoned and brought back to camp

Furledstorm is expecting kits Hoprunner joins the clan Peatfang has earned their warrior name Ivyhawk and Archscar die of yellowcough

Lightningcoral joins the clan Furledstorm has a litter of 4 kits with Swampgorse Foxkit Forestkit Littlekit Jetkit Starlingpelt is injured by Cliffstar to make and example of them Moonwhisker and Aspenfur have been made warriors

Kateface is injured by Cliffstar for disobeying orders Nectardapple finds an abandoned kit and names them Bloomkit

Fadedpaw has started her apprenticeship, her mentor is Nectardapple Acornholly and Warmbite are killed by a gang of rouges Spidertail joins the clan Fadingpath is hurt by enemy warriors after being ordered by Cliffstar to go over the borders

Crestedpuddle, Hopsplash, and Fidgetgrass have earned their warrior names Bloompaw has started her apprenticeship, her mentor is Harvestclover

Fadingpath and Patchclaw die of yellowcough Forestkit was taken by a hawk Nacrepool adopts an abandonded kit Patchkit Crestmask joins the clan

Foxpaw has started his apprenticeship, his mentor is Lightningcoral Littlepaw has started his apprenticeship, his mentor is Furledstorm Jetpaw has started her apprenticeship, her mentor is Stormheart Hopsplash was burnt alive while saving Starlingpelt for a fire

[driftclanlore-clangen]

Some doodles of my favorite founders. At the start of the clan, Cliffstar was a young leader with the weight of the world on her shoulders and Sunnyhorse was her happy-go-lucky apprentice who never knew how to hold his tongue. Wacky hijinks ensue

[cat-chthesehands]

Yeah so. Thinking DiamondBreaker thoughts now. If Jace can feel Porter's anger through the shatterstar, what else can he feel? Can Porter feel back? Does Jace know?

Are there some late nights when they're still holding their cover as teachers that Jace lays in the dark watching videos on his crystal, while far away Porter grades papers? does he idly stroke his fingertips against the facets and angles of the shatterstar when he zones out, like I do with my surgical scars? can Porter feel that? Does Jace know?

Does Porter shiver at his desk? Does he wonder what Jace is up to? Does his imagination run wild? When Porter can't take it anymore, when he has to do something about it, does it echo to Jace?

Does Jace find himself looking for a different kind of video? Does he sweat as heat builds in the gemstone? is he connecting the dots? How close are they connected, is all 👀👀

[badgerclanstory]

Please Read

Hello! I saw someone else doing this kind of thing for a ClanGen save, and thought it looked fun! Eventually I will be adding artwork and more in-depth designs and relationships between the characters, but for now I’m just going to be copying the allegiances, events, and relationship changes within the clan.

Okay since I’m going to pin this post, I’m going to add the founding allegiances and designs under the cut for reference to how much the clan grows!

Leader: Cliffstar - a long-furred grey torbie and white she-cat (121 moons)

Deputy: Stoatshade - a medium-furred black marbled tabby tom (114 moons)

Medicine Cat: Brownwillow - a medium-furred light brown bengal and white she-cat (75 moons)

Warriors: Mistfang - a long-furred grey torbie she-cat (35 moons) Barleysplash - a long-furred silver sokoke tabby she-cat (80 moons) Blinkwatcher -  a short-furred cream ticked tabby and white tom (67 moons) Minnowfur - a short-furred ghost smoke and white tom (25 moons) Tinyclaw - a medium-furred ginger sokoke tabby she-cat (117 moons)

Apprentices: Tallpaw - a long-furred white and golden, with a dorsal stripe, tom (11 moons) [Mentor: Mistfang]

Kits: Gravelkit - a short-furred pale grey rosetted tom (1 moon)

[efrost]

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[justablah56]

1 for the ask game ^-^

1- who is/are your comfort characters?

whooo boy, there's a lot of these fuckers - Glenn close dndads is definitely up there, Terry and Sparrow too . martin blackwood from tma is also a beloved ,,, also tim ,, and Sasha ,,, and jon ,,.., and Georgie,,, an- OH also Zraine Cliffstar, my friends tpp oc from their fic <3 VERY special to me and it kills me when angst gets inflicted upon them . anyways, there's quite a few of them, the ones I mentioned here are the ones that I think abt the most, but I know I have more sbnsjsjsj anyways <3

[calicotufts]

um um um never used tumblr before but hi!! this is my character cliffstar,, shes the leader of cloudclan, one of my fanclans :D

[deliciouseggclan]

Forgive me for being way too proud of this but here is the Year 0 intro page for EggClan! They live on the outskirts of a city at an abandoned mineshaft! It seems they are showing an interest in human made objects…

Text reads:

“Long Ago

A family of cats

“Found”

Eggclan

Year 0”

First cell of the image is a painterly style of the founders of Eggclan walking through the woods. Then, a cell of the founding leader, Cliffstar. The next one is an image of an abandoned building with a wire fence blocking a path to the woods, where Eggclan resides.

Lastly, the final cell is the camp of Eggclan, featuring holes, cliffs, a broken two leg contraption, and a fallen “false tree.” There are many tunnels in the territory, as well as an abandoned mineshaft.

General clan tag is #eggclan

Posts that are not specific to the clan/during moons will be tagged as #ooegg

Asks will go under #askeggs, so feel free to send stuff in :]

Thank you for visiting Eggclan!