#cloudy wc

[eggfeather]

minty, sniff, cloudy, snowflake, and icicle

[letyachan]

678+679+680.

Kits of Willie and Minty

"Oh, hey – look at that feather! The kits will love it!"

-Ravenpaw

[lemnnshark]

"On Vicky's Facebook, Cloudy is a pale gray and white she-cat with blue eyes."

"On Vicky's Facebook, Icicle is a sturdy, sleek-furred pale gray tom with blue eyes. He has a white chest, muzzle, and a white marking down his forehead."

"On Vicky's Facebook, Sniff is a dark gray tabby tom with yellow eyes and a runny nose."

"On Vicky's Facebook, Snowflake is a dark gray she-cat."

[angeliikiit]

Cloudywarcharic // Gender related to Cloudy from Warrios

Cloudysuncharic // Gender related to Cloudy Sun from Warriors

Ary by @/cloudtail

[oakleaf-art]

a vodka and some warrior cats on the patio this afternoon

[exocynraku]

little trees

[everywarriorsboard]

Cloudy Sun

Warriors Board 35/?

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[shallowbreeze]

Cloudy Sun

Cloudy Sun is a pale ginger she-cat with green eyes. She has a graying muzzle and scant fur

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Ravenpaw's Path Rewritten

I remember getting in trouble for reading these books in math class instead of paying attention back in middle school. *sigh* Sweet, sweet nostalgia... Not too much actually changes here, but there is one fairly significant change that isnt too important right now, but it will be later...

Ravenpaw and Barley are relaxing in the barn one day until a group of cats appear out of seemingly nowhere. They beg the two to be allowed to stay in the barn for a short time. Upon noticing that one of the cats is heavily pregnant, they agree. The strangers say that they are former city cats who were recently forced to run from the city due to the New Coven of Blood (Ravenpaw and Barley are shocked to hear that the group is still active, albeit under new leadership) and introduce themselves. The pregnant molly is Minty and her mate is Willie, and the others are Snapper, Pounce, and Tess.

Soon, Minty gives birth to four healthy kits: Icicle, Squall, Snowflake, and the runt of the litter Sniff. Ravenpaw is happy to help care for the kits, but Barley is suspicious of them. He swears that he recognizes the group from somewhere, but he just can't place where...

Five moons later, and Barley (and Ravenpaw too) is becoming increasingly suspicious and concerned about the group of strange cats. The adults are teaching the kits dangerous battle moves, and Sniff is mostly ignored while her larger and stronger siblings receive most of the love and attention of the group. Ravenpaw does their best to play with her and give her positive attention and Sniff adores him for it.

That morning, Willie tells Ravenpaw and Barley that the group has decided to stay at the barn permanently instead of leaving as planned once the kits are of age to travel. When Barley and Ravenpaw protest, the group tell them that it's non-negotiable and violently attack the two and drive them away from the barn. When Violet attempts to intervene, they threaten to kill her and she is forced to flee back into the farmhouse as her brother and his mate flee into the forest.

The two decide to enlist the help of their friends in ThunderClan to drive out the rogues. On the way there, they discover a trio of kits playing by Fourtrees. Upon learning that the kits are from WindClan, they round the rambunctious siblings up and head towards WindClan territory. They end up interrupting an escalating fight between a WindClan patrol lead by the kits' panicked mother and a confused ThunderClan patrol. The mother is overjoyed for the return of her kittens and the ThunderClan patrol takes the two back to ThunderClan to meet with Firestar.

Upon their return, Ravenpaw is tackled by Dustpelt before he and Barley can begin to explain why they're there. Dustpelt is very happy to see his littermate and practically drags Ravenpaw into the Nursery so he can meet he and his mates' newborn sons Spiderkit and Shrewkit. While in the Nursery, Ravenpaw also finds Firestar with his own kits Squirrelkit and Leafkit. He and Barley are finally able tell Firestar and Dustpelt what happened to them.

Dustpelt is ready to commit murder, but Ravenpaw convinces him that all they want is for the squatters to leave and murder is unnecessary. Firestar lets Ravenpaw and Barley take a small group of Warriors consisting of Dustpelt, Thornclaw, Sandstorm, and Graystripe back to the barn with them to drive away the rogues. Much to their surprise, they encounter the rogues fleeing from the barn- minus Willie and Sniff. Minty is particularly distraught and the (remaining) kits are very obviously traumatized. When asked why they're leaving, all they can get out of them is that there are new intruders in the barn that murdered Willie and they're leaving so they won't be next.

They disappear before Ravenpaw can even ask where Sniff is. With much trepidation, the group enters the barn. A pair of toms with tooth-spiked colors and bloody claws are standing over Willie's body. They look as shocked to see Barley as Barley is to see them. These are the Coven cats Scorpion and Snake, but Barley knows them as his and Violet's littermates who remained with The Coven of Blood while they left.

Snake and Scorpion are both shocked. They were apparently told that their siblings had died rather than ran away and seem genuinely happy to see their brother again. They start to ask about Violet before she comes running into the barn after seeing the commotion. She just stares in shocked silence, seemingly not knowing whether or not to be more shocked by the corpse or the reappearance of her long-lost siblings.

Snake and Scorpion begin asking frantic questions: is this where you've been all this time? why did you leave? why were we told that you'd died? is this scrawny weirdo your mate, Crusher?

When interrupted and asked why they killed Willie by Sandstorm, the toms have an easy answer. When Claw made The New Coven of Blood after the death of Scourge, there was a big struggle for leadership. Willie was one of the cats who attempted to seize control of the new organization by killing Claw. He failed, but he and his co-conspirators had escaped and Claw had essentially put a hit out on them. Whoever brought their bodies back to the Coven would be awarded a position of power as Claw's Second.

After Claw and the remains of The New Coven were defeated, the brothers noticed Willie's scent close by the barn and upon recovering from their battle wounds, sought him out to kill him and bring his body back to the city to use the influence it would give them to recreate The Coven again, but this time with the two of them in charge. They happily offer to bring Barley and Violet along, the four of them could rule together! Barley and Violet are horrified and disgusted by the awful cats their brothers have become and reject the offer immediately.

Heartbroken and angry, Snake and Scorpion attack their littermates in retaliation, but are easily beaten back by them and the patrol and Barley and Violet disown the two and chase them off. Graystripe asks Sandstorm if they should be worried about the two of them possibly making a new Coven, but Sandstorm tells him that they're too weak to do that. Willie's body is buried and the patrol says goodbye to the barn cats.

Meanwhile, in WindClan territory, the queen Dandelionfur encounters a small black kitten wandering alone. She asks the kit her name, and she pauses for a moment before replying that her name is Raven. She follows Dandelionfur back to WindClan as the book ends.

[isaspsp]

I wish I could join in on the clan gen comic stuff going in rn. I really enjoy reading them but 1) I don't have the imagination to do the more interesting aspects of the comic stuff 2) I simply do NOT have the time to do whole ass comics, SO. I've decided to play 200 moons on a clan and then draw out the family tree after. And I'm doing that. I'm somewhat almost done... yall. It's 84 cats. So many lines on this tree. The file is like. 10000×2000 pixels. It's so big.

[kitasuno]

with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader

in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.

wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff

Miya Osamu is used to coming second. 

It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October is cold and gray and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and he’s a little underweight, but with him comes the sun. 

Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight. 

Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumu’s sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.

He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.

Atsumu doesn’t get along with his classmates. He is too loud and too rash and lacks social cues, and Osamu is angry because Stupid ‘Tsumu cares too little: and he wants everyone to know Atsumu like he knows Atsumu.

They fight and they yell and they argue until Atsumu says, 

‘Samu, I don’t care about ‘em. Why do ya care so much? 

And Osamu throws him across the room. The argument ends there, he says sorry, and Osamu lies awake that night thinking about his brother. Atsumu is hotheaded. And an idiot. A loud snorer, too. But he turns on his side and curls into a ball because he knows it was sunny when Atsumu was born and all of a sudden he really wants to be his brother. 

Atsumu dyes his hair first: it’s a shitty box dye from the pharmacy down the street, and it looks terrible. It’s a little yellow and a little neon, and Osamu laughs until his sides hurt when Atsumu shows him. 

But Atsumu is proud, and he is confident, and he goes to school with a hundred watt smile and a group of girls trailing after him. 

Osamu goes to the pharmacy that night and buys a box of gray, cloudy dye. Atsumu helps him bleach his hair under their bathroom sink with the faulty tap and tells him he looks like the moon.

His Ma says that Atsu is hot and Samu is cold after the two have a particularly bad fight. Atsumu is gleeful and smug as he gloats that he was born to be hotter and warmer and better, and Osamu punches him. 

He remembers his Ma sitting on the porch, an arm around his shoulders as he pouts. 

“‘S not fair,” Osamu had said, his chin in his palm. “Why’d ya name Tsumu that?” 

His Ma had laughed, quietly, leaning her weight into his side. And she had held his cheeks between her palms and told him with a fire in her eyes that Osamu means To Rule. 

He meets you for the first time in February. 

You were standing in front of him, a little sheepish, with a box of chocolates in your extended palms. He remembers feeling something heavy in his chest. Because, yeah, Atsumu was definitely going to accept your confession. 

You had said, IReallyLikeYou, and Here’sSomeChocolates, and Please Accept Them. 

You were shorter than him, and your hair was done nicely, and you were blushing and nervous. And you were really fucking cute. But Osamu is used to coming second, so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, Why? And then, Tsumu’s in tha next classroom ov’r. 

He doesn’t remember what happened next, only Atsumu’s laugh and the slap echoing through the halls. You leave with his cheeks stinging and hot. And Atsumu had teased him the next day, behind his mountain of chocolates and confessions, because Osamu’s face was still red twelve hours later. 

He sees you a lot the year after. 

You’re in the same class as him and ‘Tsumu, and you smile every time you see him. You sit two rows in front of him and you’re not very good at tying your uniform. Every lunch, Osamu watches you pull out the same gray bento with a wrapped onigiri on the side. He tells you one day that he really likes onigiri. And then, Osamu watches as every lunch, you pull out the same gray bento with two wrapped onigiris on the side. 

With you, it’s always Hi Osamu, first, and then, Hullo Atsumu. With you, it’s an onigiri dropped on his desk when the lunch bell rings. With you, Osamu thinks back to a conversation with his Ma on a porch. 

Osamu means To Rule.

The menu is this: Tuna mayo on Mondays and Thursdays, Ume on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Friday is plain. You don’t ever bring onigiri for his brother. 

He asks you, on a hot night in June, what your favorite type of weather is. You had your knees tucked to your chest, a sparkler in hand, and then told him cloudy. Cold. Foggy. Winter. Snow is nice, too. You say it all with no hesitation. 

Osamu kisses you for the first time that night. 

It’s New Years and you’re cooking Ozoni on the stove. The curtains are open, it’s snowing outside, and Osamu wakes to the smell of miso and the sound of carrots on a chopping board. He gets out of bed, padding to the kitchen with half-lidded eyes and a stifled yawn, and then he thinks his heart stops when he sees you. 

Because what Miya Osamu is not used to is this: coming first and having something unequivocally his. 

But you’re bent over the counter, fiddling with the oven as you read the instructions on the back of the packaged Yakimochi you bought the other day. And you’re wearing his shirt, it falls right below your thighs, your hair is still messy from using his chest as a pillow, and you look beautiful. 

“Mornin’ ‘Samu, come help me with this.” You say, looking back at him with a smile, pointing to the fresh pot of rice on the counter. “You’re in charge of onigiri.”

He hugs you instead, his arms around your stomach with your back to him. 

“But I like yer onigiri,” He says, his chin on your head. His eyes are watering and it must be from the steam of your boiling dashi. 

“‘Samu,” You complain, giggling as he presses kisses into the crown of your head. “I made enough for ya in high school.” 

It’s cold outside and snowing, and Osamu knows he’s going to make the onigiri. 

He also knows that if his name means To Rule, he’s okay with coming second if it means you’re by his side.

[letyachan]

619.Cloudy Sun

"The sun warms me here, and that's all I want now."

[lemnnshark]

"Cloudy Sun is a pale ginger she-cat with green eyes. She has a graying muzzle and scant fur."

[cloudwisp]

𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 · 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧?

contents: smut (18+ mdni). the perfect night in to switch things up in the bedroom falls short when you struggle to take his big dick. established relationship. size difference. cowgirl position. handcuffed + submissive sylus. fingering. some breast play. implied multiple orgasms. 1.3k wc.

Your cute attempts at trying to please Sylus are truly admirable and even deserving of his praise. With his head pressed against the pillow, the cool steel binds his wrist to the headboard and he goes along with his role as the helpless prey under your mercy. Yet he’s the one marveling at your soft sighs and quiet mewls when your cunt struggles to swallow the crown of his thick manhood. He’s too big for you to take with ease—rightfully so with your difference in size and his build conditioned to endure life’s cruel adversity at any given moment.

A deep, low hum reverberates from his chest as he watches you through half-lidded gaze, his free hand caresses your thigh and offers an earnest squeeze. “You’re doing so good. Just a bit more and I’m almost in.” Your lower lip caught between your teeth turns into a small pout and you glare at his playful taunt. Gently nipping his neck before licking and sucking to leave another mark on him. He chuckles softly, twitching from underneath you when your heat presses and glides along his length to renew your arousal.

“…I may need a little help. You’re too big for me to make it fit all on my own.” A knowing smirk spreads across his face at your shy murmur with your hands propped on his chest. Fucking yourself on his cock was much easier in your mind, but putting it into practice had its limitations. You suppose your fingers weren’t enough to prepare yourself for him, followed by the nerves of taking over the reins even just for one night because you wanted to give him a taste of something new.

“You flatter me, kitten. Lift yourself up a little.” You nod at his command, your hands wrapping around his neck and you feel a chaste peck smear on your collarbone at the close proximity. Your back arches leaning more into him when his arm comes around you, testing your reaction by swiping his fingers along your puffy folds to your sensitive clit. He repeats the motions until he earns a pretty moan when two fingers sink deep through the wetness. “You make such beautiful sounds.”

Your face nuzzles into his neck and your warm breath fans over his skin, he makes you feel so full with just his fingers alone that it’s almost maddening. He skillfully finds your sweet spot and curls his fingers which makes you squirm blissfully. His muscles are taut and the veins in his forearm strains against the cuffs when he forgets about it for a second, wanting to feel every swell and curve that belongs to you under his palm.

You slowly lift your head amidst your cloudy haze of pleasure, gently tilting his chin to meet his lips with your parted ones and a sensual tongue runs along his seams. He welcomes you with a sweet fervor and you lose yourself in the intimate consumption of his love. The heavy spill of your breasts pushed upward against his chest urges him to quicken his ministrations, and you deepen the kiss until you’re both rendered breathless with flushed cheeks. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he regards you with a sense of gratification. “Greedy, kitten. Is this your idea of getting me riled up?”

Your hand descends from between the heavy pants of your upper body and he groans when you make a fist around him with a few languid strokes. “I want to give it another try. Think I’m ready now, Sy.” He raises a brow at that, his fingers slipping out of you to settle on your hip causing you to clench around nothing. You tease yourself by lining him up at your entrance and slide your pelvis back and forth against his aching tip. He feels so good but you're becoming desperate to wrap around him feeling every delicious drag of his ridges buried inside you.

“Take it slowly, sweetheart. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.��� Sylus encourages but even his patience starts to waver once the warmth pools around him. A guttural moan escapes his throat, head falling back from feeling how tight you’re squeezing him. His fingers dig into your flesh and hips buck upward tantalizingly slow to help you along as his breathing grows more ragged. “That feels… good. Almost there, keep going. When it gets too much you can stop at any time.”

You’re already feeling lightheaded from the overwhelming fullness, a small whimper falls from your lips when you ease further down his shaft. Your hips give a salacious swirl when you’ve reached the hilt where he’s intimately familiar with your cervix. He kisses your forehead when you’re at a standstill adjusting him, a silent praise for taking all of him when he knows it’s not easy. “Whenever you’re ready, kitten. Use me however you want.” His large hand splays over your ass, groping the tender plush and holding you with care.

You tug him closer for another messy kiss from where you’re still leaning forward, your hips working out subtle motions and grinding against him. “So good. You feel so good, baby.” He catches your moans on his tongue, and he shifts beneath you bending one knee with his heel planted into the sheets to thrust himself deeper into you. “A-ah, fuck. Mhm, right there—!” You move your torso slightly upright and you lift and lower your thighs, following his curvature in tandem with his steady pace.

“Aren’t you—hah—a pretty sight. It’s quite cute how you’re so focused.” He relinquishes his control when you adapt his rhythm into something of your own and straighten your posture. Your palm and fingers stretch over his muscular abs as you continue to fuck yourself senseless on his cock, your lovely tits bouncing with each movement. You fix him with an amorous gaze and play with your chest a little before putting his hand on them for him to fondle.

An appreciative hum sounds from him when he cups your soft and supple breast, and he loves how you’re so responsive to his touch especially when he takes the hardened peak between his fingers with a pinch and gentle pull. His bound wrist strains against the cuffs once more, craving to take each of your sensitive nipples into his mouth to give them more proper and deserving attention.

“Sy, I’m gonna—“ Your lower body spasms as your pussy greedily sucks him completely in and clench around him, eyelids fluttering shut to revel in the wave of your release. He lets out a gravelly noise when you make yourself come much quicker than he thought. Taking the lead looks good on you, even more so when you pick yourself up again and circle with your hips causing him to throb at the sensually mesmerizing view.

“Mm. That’s one, isn’t it?” You breathe out a soft laughter and he’s in a daze wrapping his mind over how more perfect can you get. Never ceasing to surprise him with everything that you do even outside of moments like these. How you’ve enticed him to meet your every whim and he treats it like a promise no matter how impossible or mundane your wishes are. And the love between you two is truly special, like a perfect melody that resonates through your souls and brings comfort and peace to him.

“You’re counting now? How adorable of you.” He muses and the gleaming desire reflects in his right eye. Maybe his helpless position does have its merits when you haven’t gotten your fill with him yet. Just how far are you willing to go and how many times will you reach your high before he does? And surely, you won’t mind when he has anything to do with driving you into submission from underneath when you’ve exhausted yourself. “When you want something you take it. Heh, you learned from the best, haven’t you?”

[jayparked]

hii!! congrats on 1k! ^^ can i perhaps get 47 + 75 with jungwon? <33

warnings: overstimulation, established relationship, rough sex, possessive/dom!jungwon, bathroom sex, semi public sex, dirty talk

wc: 516

"jungwon, please! it's too much!" you cry out, tears staining your cheeks while your boyfriend relentlessly pounds into your pussy. he has you sitting on top of the bathroom sink in some random person's house, the music from the party downstairs vibrating the walls around you. it's the one thing you try to focus on in order to hang onto your sanity. jungwon has already made you come twice now and he's showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

he watches the spot where your bodies connect carefully, lips parted slightly as he pants with each hardened thrust. his tongue pokes out to swipe along his bottom lip before he looks into your eyes, his own cloudy with determination.

"not stopping," his words come out ragged as he continues to put everything he has into each thrust, "someone else thinks they can fuck you better? im gonna make you come so many times on my cock that you'll never doubt that i'm the only one who can do this to you. only i get to ruin you like this, you hear me?"

"wh-? what are you talking about?" your eyelids are fluttering now and you're desperate to ignore the way your bruised walls clench around him.

"heard some guy talking about you, eye fucking the hell out of you too. said he could probably make you come in less than five minutes," jungwon scoffs, "well i made you come in one minute. and i bet i can do it faster if we were at home." a darkness flicks across his iris's and suddenly he's gripping you even tighter, moving your legs higher up on his waist.

"i want you to scream my name," growling, jungwon grabs your hips and pulls your body in pace to his thrusts, each one harder than the last and it's a miracle you can even understand what he's saying with the way you're so fucked out.

"th-there are people outside this door. you want everyone to know we're having sex?"

"well, this isn't about them now is it?" he grows more aggressively, lips now attached to your collarbone, nipping and sucking on your flesh until pretty little red marks appear.

you try to hold on, you really do. but jungwon lifts you off the counter and holds you against his body, using his upper body strength to bounce you on his cock while he leans against the bathroom wall. the squelching is getting louder as your ability to hang on dissipates.

"fuck! yes! jungwon right there! oh my god jungwon please!" you dig your nails into his shoulders and flex your leg muscles around his waist, his pace still not letting up.

you were doing just fine until suddenly, jungwon's voice drops to a lower register, his tone even and demanding, "that's it baby. tell everyone i'm the only one who can ever make you feel this good."

suddenly, without any warning, you're releasing on his cock once again, his name leaving your lips with a scream that rips through the house right as the music goes silent between changing songs.

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[vicsstufff]

NO ME SUELTES — p.bueckers x fem!reader

۶ৎ - summary: paige kinda loves early mornings, enjoying the day since the first hour, but, it all changes when she wakes up with you.

۶ৎ - wc: 476

۶ৎ - content/warnings: grumpy paige

authors note | BLURB! rauw alejandro supremacy, happy game day too!! i got my braces on 2 days ago and they hurt sooo bad 💔

the rain lullaby you back to sleep, not fully concentrating in where you are right now. it wasn’t necessary to close the curtains this time of year, when the clouds didn’t make any space for the sun to shine, you couldn’t recall when it was the last time that california was this cloudy, maybe because you weren’t in california.

familiar steps jogging slowly towards the bedroom door made your eyes fully open, you definitely weren’t in your college dorm back in california. you tried to take a deep breath before feeling a weight on your chest and stomach preventing you from doing so.

“girly, get up!” kk whispered urgently, shaking your hand that wasn’t tangled with the body on top of you. “what- what happened?” your voice came out husky and dry as you sighed pulling your hands lazily rubbing your eyes trying to shake away the sleep. “i’m starving… can we get chick-fll-a?” kk mouthed softly grabbing your hands separating them from your sleepy eyes. “what time is it?” you said softly, kk’s face becoming more clear as you finally open your eyelids, the body made its presence clear gripping your uconn sweater you are wearing. “okay-don’t ignore me! i have human needs.” kk protested, slamming loudly her arms against her sides and because of this action, a annoyed whimper came from paige who quickly turned back into her original position. “‘m going to leave that to you, but hurry up!” kk said making her way out the chilly room, closing the door behind her.

you groaned, noticing the hour, 9 am, last night wasn’t what you really expected for visiting connecticut for the first time. paige introducing you to her teammates, staying up late, filming tiktok’s and doing lives while you and paige wandered off to her room, getting nasty looks once you came back.

“p…” you uttered, reaching uncomfortably for your phone, paige had woken up by the sudden stretch you toke. “jesus, it’s so early.” she said low hiding her gloomy face in the side of your neck. “come on, kk is hungry.” you hinted. “bro, she is a grown ass woman. why does she need us?” she complained noisily. “i heard that p boogers!”

“y’all definitely don’t mind if i put on music, right?” kk questioned slamming clumsily the car door, making paige grimace. “yes—“ “no.” you quickly interrupted her. kk made her way to turn up the volume of the song making paige take her hand away from your thigh, a tradition that she had always loved. the car suddenly stopped, kk, who was caught in between the driver seat and the co-pilot seat, her body slammed into the back seats, her phone flying away from her hand and her neck twisted in a awkward way. “what the fuck, paige!” she screamed while paige smirked and concentrated on the road.