#Hillclan

[hillclan]

inspired by people like @bitterclan and @poppyclangen i decided to draw my dumb little cats as well!

HillClan was left with dangerously few cats after a landslide hit their camp with a force no one could have predicted. Most of their numbers buried under the rubble, the cats that made it out unscathed begin to dig out those they can yet save.

Hailstar, the leader, was only appointed a few moons prior after the passing of Nightstar, an elderly molly that had been leading HillClan for many seasons. He has always been a small and sickly tom, but with a deep sense of morality, which is the reason Nightstar chose him as her deputy. Despite his confidence in his abilities, he is beginning to doubt himself in the face of this catastrophe.

Ravenfreckle replaced the former deputy, Hailstar choosing him for his conviction and fierce attitude. He was one of the few not hit by the landslide, working tirelessly for days to dig out both survivors and deceased. What the clan doesn't know is his strong bond to the Dark Forest, the ancestors having trained him since he was but a child.

Wildclaw is an adventurous soul, not formally trained as a healer. But, due to the fact that as an avid keeper of lore he had been working closely with the deceased healers, he offered to take up the role until someone more suitable came around. Tending to injuries caused by the landslide has proved challenging, but Wildclaw has never been one to back down easily.

Riverwhisker is the only warrior left alive. A nervous tom, he's spent his life fixing barriers and building dens - the landslide all but destroyed his life's work. Now he must hunt and patrol alongside his clanmates to keep HillClan running.

Mudpaw, the oldest of the apprentices, hasn't lost her playful spark in the wake of disaster. She is as rough and rowdy as ever, even if she doesn't agree with Hailstar's choice of her new mentor. But is she truly as unaffected, or just keeping up appearances?

Cloudpaw knows he should he proud to now be training under Hailstar, but he's far too busy imagining what horrors almost befell him and the others who are left. He's been terrified ever since the landslide, often refusing to come down from boulders and trees and claiming he feels more secure up there.

Featherpaw already had to change mentors only days after being named an apprentice, leaving her nervous and unsure of what's to come. She is, however, a sweet young cat, quiet and attentive and easier for Riverwhisker to handle than Mudpaw would be.

[sunshades-frozen-sky-take-3]

Alas, the problems of a lynx.

Too dang big.

[cats-of-hillclan]

Cats of Hillclan

Leader

Birchstar (she/her)

Former Cloudclan warrior. Longhaired calico with amber eyes. Left her former clan due to untrustworthy figures in power and encouragement from Starclan. Efficient and impulsive, good at improvisation. Apprenticing Sunpaw.

Deputy

Tinybelly (she/they)

Former loner. Brown-eyed, short-haired grey chimera with white chest and belly. Joined for health and companionship. Practical and guarded, an excellent confidant. Apprenticing Owlpaw.

Healer

Whiskerfur (he/him)

Former loner. Medium blonde tabby with green eyes. Joined out of duty and curiosity. Charismatic and patient, a great knowledge of herbs.

Warriors

Whitegaze (she/her)

Former kittypet. Enormous longhaired blue-grey cat with light eyes. Joined for safety and freedom. Strange and quiet, unusually strong.

Quicktongue (he/him)

Former loner. Longhaired black and white cat with teal eyes. Joined for safety and structure. Strict and loyal, excellent speaker.

Ravenwing (he/him)

Former loner. Medium black and white fur with blue eyes. Joined for safety and companionship. Loving and nervous, great with kits.

Lilystream (she/her)

Former loner. Longhaired white cat with short legs and green eyes. Joined for security and health. Ambitious and fierce, excellent fighter.

Apprentices

Sunpaw (they/them)

Former Cloudclan apprentice. Tall, shorthaired cat with darn brown fur, cream belly and legs and orange eyes. Joined to flee Cloudclan and maintain friendship with Owlpaw. Optimistic and competitive, a great morale booster. Mentored by Birchstar.

Owlpaw (he/him)

Former kittypet. Stocky, tan cat with dark point colouration and dark blue eyes. Joined to maintain friendship with Sunpaw. Compassionate and quiet, a good advisor. Mentored by Tinybelly.

[selestialwarriors]

Hillclan Territory Maps!!!

Only minor changes from original concept territory

Two camps!!! One for the warmer months and one for the colder months!!! Now in a greener creek bed!!!

Said creek bed has the only trees on the territory.

[dawngen]

riverstar is who oatstar wants to be. 😌

real talk she was the only rly outstanding cat in that generation but i couldn’t lose her to a re-roll FHSKF. gonna have to make her find a beautiful mate to have beautiful babies with to carry on the beautiful lineage.

she has loving traits and is wise and kind for her clan… i’m thinking maybe this will be ancient starclan cats watching over them??

[duckwhistle]

I MADE MY FIRST YOUTUBE VIDEO!!!

posting it on the side blog because it's the Warriors one lol I'm super proud of how it came out!!!

[asphodelclangen]

ASPHODELCLAN . moon 0

AsphodelClan is little in number. Between HillClan's regular assaults and a terrible leafbear, the clan has been left with just enough cats to keep themselves going. Herb stores are at an all-time low and it seems no matter how many different treatments Driftleopeard tries, Charredstar's condition continues to deteriorate.

Newly made deputy, Velvetspeck, has spent the past season taking up more and more of Charredstar's duties while the clan urges her to rest and recover.

[nanistar]

if i could go back and change one thing about SBC retroactively it would be to change the names of marshclan and saguaroclan, but specifically saguaroclan. ive never liked it and kinda just settled for it because i was trying to kick off the comic.

i think it would be more appropriately named shadeclan (or sombraclan bc i'd like to keep the spanish) and it would fit in with the canon warriors clan naming conventions better (which i actually like a lot; windclan isnt hillclan, riverclan is a little on brand but like skyclan isn't treeclan, they're a little more conceptual.)

i like sunclan and i like moonclan. i'm mid on marshclan, since the territory used to be a salt marsh, i wanted it to be named saltclan which i think fits much better but with the main character being named saltburn it just wouldn't work. dustclan would probably work better for them since they have a lot of hard ground with no vegetation. i learned recently that a dust storm is called a haboob in english which would be a funny clan name.

i know i could go back and change that stuff but at this point it's not really worth it to me.

[morphellian]

Oh yeah, first clangen post

Meet Blackturtle, he's my babyboy and he is offended by half of the HillClan simply because he is strange

Only kittypets in the clan are loyal to Blackturtle, idk why

Not so long ago, Siltflame attacked him... cuz why not. This asshole is the only surviving son of a clan leader, the rest of leader's kittens died before the birth of this bloodthirsty thing. I will never let him rule the clan...

Also, this is Blackturtle's big sister Tricklefern, she is the deputy of the clan

[selestial-skies]

Warm Morning In HillClan

[hillclan]

Moon 5 + 6

Two at once because they weren't all that eventful - Wildclaw getting bitten and Cloudmeadow becoming a warrior happened in moon 5, Kokomipelt joining, Wildclaw's wound getting infected and the fight on patrol were in moon 6!

Anyway - welcome Kokomipelt to the clan! He has the loner background listed in his profile but I choose to believe he's the kittypet Hailstar was hanging out with the moon before...mostly because he came in thinking about Hailstar.

Another honorable mention:

[sunshades-frozen-sky-take-3]

Rye-stalk, founder of Hillclan

He's just. literally a whole lynx.

[coastalraccoon]

A bunch of drawings of my main clangen clan BriarClan. I was going to do a drawing of all the cats that joined every year but after the third I got tired.

Only 2 of my founders are still alive and it makes me sad.

List of all the cats' names below:

First Image: [F] = founder

[F] Briarsnout/star [deceased; died from a snake bite]

[F] Shimmerpuddle [deceased; died in a badger attack]

[F] Poolblossom [deceased; suffocated in a burrow collapse]

[F] Cressfur [deceased; died in a badger attack]

[F] Fuzzywhisker/star (Current leader)

[F] Baystripe

[F] Basilfeather [deceased; found dead after going missing]

Charcoalpelt [deceased; killed by a fox]

Owen [deceased; fell into a sinkhole]

Quimby [deceased; died shortly after being taken by twolegs]

Locustpeak [deceased; killed by HillClan warriors by the border]

Falconfang

Fawnwhistle [deceased; died in a badger attack]

Second Image:

Cowbirdrump [deceased; died in a badger attack]

Pebble

Pine

Lichenstripe [deceased; suffocated in a burrow collapse]

Shadesplash [deceased; died in a badger attack]

Brookkit/flower [deceased; killed by a gang of rogues]

Smallkit/beam [deceased; froze to death during a blizzard]

Third Image:

Mumble

Oddclaw [deceased; succumbed to snake venom]

Robinkit/tuft

[cheerclaw]

Meet the OCs:

Burning Tree (they/them) - @skyyclan

Burning Tree is from Skyclan in Ancient Times, before many modern codes existed and not long after the original leaders founded the clans. Growing up, their parents had a very strained relationship (mother yearned for adventure and dad was pretty absent) and their grandmother was abusive, particularly to their sister who acted out often due to neglect. Burning ended up reacting to their neglect by being apathetic for most of their childhood, but around the time they became a warrior, many terrible things happened to the clans (an important cat in their clan died, their dad publicly disowned his family at a gathering, and Thunderclan and Windclan were taken over by a tyrant medicine cat)... they decided they wanted things to be better, to be the good they wanted to see in the world. Currently, they're a respected member of their clan, having worked hard to improve themself, and are dealing with newfound drama. Their father has returned to the clans after disappearing for moons... only to join Thunderclan, with an ex-mate running after him to try and force him to raise his kits... Skyclan didn't give him a the chance, taking them in and Burning Tree taking it upon themself to raise their half-siblings with the help of their clanmates. Only, tragedy struck, and one of the two kittens are found murdered. Luckily, they've hunted down the taken revenge on this murderer, but they seemed to be part of a group either run by or inspired by the previously mentioned medicine cat tyrant... so now they must do what they can to keep their remaning kit safe while Skyclan attempts to unite the clans against this threat. (story is a wip because they're part of an rp group!)

Starlingtuft (she/they) - @garfieldwiki

starlingtuft is the strict, quick-witted and stressed deputy of tumbleclan. Her father died before she was born and her mother started training as a medicine cat soon after her birth and wasn't around much. starlingtuft was the leader among her three siblings and was the one to keep them out of trouble during their kithood. During her apprenticeship she showed great strengths in being a excellent strategist and was a very strict rule follower. It was a huge shock when she was made deputy only 2 moons after her warriors ceremony, but while it seemed exciting at first she was put under more and more pressure by the anxious leader lionstar, until she was practically running the clan and dealing with the hostility of the bordering clan hillclan all by herself. Shes the main cat to deal with the border scuffles and the constant threats from hillclan and feels annoyed and aggravated with the leader and is constantly on edge, and shes starting to regret agreeing to becoming deputy in the first place. girlie just needs a break

[selestialwarriors]

During last night’s clan gen gaming session, tragedy struck as Hillclan’s founder, Hillstar met his demise. For countless moons, he had been burdened by the overwhelming grief of losing multiple companions in succession, as well as the heart-wrenching loss of his own kits in a merciless rogue attack. Desperate for solace, he sought comfort from old friends, but alas, no amount of companionship could fill the void that consumed him. And now, Hillstar has succumbed to the ravages of old age, finding release from his suffering. Left behind is his final surviving kit, Robinberry, a determined and resilient dark ginger tom with a twisted back leg, a painful reminder of the fateful moon when his father met his untimely end.

Hillstar's legacy lives on through his apprentice, Larchwhisker, who now assumes the mantle of leadership. Larchwhisker, a revered clan founder, stands at the venerable age of 77 moons, while Hillclan itself has reached the milestone of 71 moons of existence. The weight of their predecessors' legacies rests heavily upon their shoulders as they navigate the uncertain future that lies ahead.

[dawngen]

Darkstar doesn't remember when it all started to fall apart.

No, that was wrong. She remembered somewhere close. After so many wonderful moons of serving DawnClan, she had forgotten what it was like to experience the pain of significant loss, to lose cats near and dear to her. HillClan was like a terrible dream, a nightmare that she had to wake up from.

DawnClan was different. Here, she would not be separated from her friends, her family, her kin. Paradise had been found, and she would cling onto it until her final breath.

But, the pieces of her kingdom slowly began to fall away. In quiet, grieving vigil, she watched as one by one, original founders passed on to Silverpelt to watch over DawnClan from the ranks of StarClan. Lightstripe, Rimebright, Elmstripe... Even those had been mere kits when she had brought them to this safe place had passed, young Duskkit growing into Dusktree, and then falling to illness. But she kept on.

It was what she owed her clan, to swallow down this grief, and to put on a happy face, for she would dishonor the tragedy of HillClan and the hardships of her ancestors to collapse under this weight now.

So, she plodded on, watching as DawnClan grew and flourished, and swelled with pride with it. Yet, there was a darkness gnawing inside of her, eating away like maggots into an old carcass. Eventually, she'd be nothing but bones, and she did not know what she would do then, how she would hide all of these rotting feelings.

It was when Boulderfrost retired that something inside of her began to break.

"I'm tired, Darkstar," meekly Boulderfrost had begun, looking upon where her leader lay curled in her soft moss nest. "I think... I think it's time for me to join the elders. I'm ready."

Darkstar could not conceal the flash of hurt that shot across her face like a bolt of lightning in time, and she recognized Boulderfrost's guilt instantly. Turning away her head, not wanting to burden Boulderfrost more with her turbulent emotions, she knew she was right. Boulderfrost had pushed the limitations of how long she could reasonably serve in her position, and Darkstar would be lying to say she had not noticed how her hunting prowl had slowed and stiffened, how she took longer to bounce back from training apprentices, and how often she overslept and missed morning patrols.

Denial was not a pretty thing, but Darkstar wanted to play pretend. Just a little longer.

Yet, when she peered back, Boulderfrost's weary gaze forced her into reality.

"Of course," Darkstar agreed with a wise nod, swallowing the mouse-bile taste in her mouth, "We'll have the ceremony at sun-down, once everyone is back from patrol. You deserve to rest, Boulderfrost."

Relieved, Boulderfrost had bowed her head, and ducked out of the den to go and find her kits, clearly eager to be able to rest and focus on her family. Darkstar stared gloomily out into camp, watching Brightstorm and Suntuft prance over to their mother. Why could time not slow down for them all? How was it these young kits were already full-fledged warriors?

Brightstorm had recently announced her betrothal to Bayspots, and soon enough, she was sure they'd be announcing kits. It was moving too fast, like a swift river current dragging her under, and no matter how much she tried, she could not get her head above the frigid water, gulping it down and feeling it fill her lungs.

But she had to be strong for her clan. So, as promised, at sun-down, she brought together the clan, and with her perfected, put-together appearance, she proclaimed with great fondness that Boulderfrost had earned her right to the elders' den, where she could now serve her clan with her moons of wisdom.

Oatbright, a promising young cat, was selected--or, promising in her mind, blurred by growing grief, and wanting the ceremony over with. The gathering was a mix of congratulations and mild confusion, for many foresaw Suntuft as their new deputy, or Aspenmoss, one of Slatespots' kits. Oatbright himself seemed uncertain and uneasy, walking it off with tentative confidence.

But it would be okay, for Darkstar knew what she was doing, and she knew best for this clan, as StarClan had decreed for her.

Down, down did she crush her terrible feelings as she led DawnClan with confidence and pride, ignoring how her own joints began to stiffen with the changing of seasons and how much she struggled to get out of her moss nest. It was fine, for she had her clan to motivate her.

But time had other plans.

"Boulderfrost, she's..."

Brightstorm's voice, thick with emotion, felt like another surge of that raging river Darkstar was barely surviving. Behind the young she-cat, a pair of warriors carefully drug in the limp silhouette of Boulderfrost, who dangled easily from their grasp. Under the high midday sun, Boulderfrost's age seemed that much more obvious. Her pelt was thin, her body gaunt, her joints jutting out. No matter how much she rested, no matter how much fresh-kill was brought to her, like all other cats, Boulderfrost was not immortal.

Darkstar stood frozen to the spot, her paws rooted to the hard earth as Brightstorm sniffled, and the grieving wail of Suntuft splintered the peaceful day.

I'm their leader, Darkstar thought, frantic and insistent as she fixed her gaze on the ground, I must be strong, I always must be strong.

Aside from uttering quiet commands to arrange for a dawn burial and overnight vigil for Boulderfrost, she did not speak a single other word the rest of the day. She sat by Boulderfrost, thinking over and over of their journey to this land, of the happiness they shared, over the growth of these young cats they watched, and how at the cost of all of the time to earn these memories, she had lost her closest friend.

Yes, that was where it had begun. The denial she clung to like a StarClan-savior let her go. Like a scruffed kit dropped into that raging river she hated, she was helpless to the riptide tearing through her life. Soon, Burnetstripe would die to infection from kitting, and only Oatbright remained from the founding days, purposefully fixed in the position of deputy as the last remaining member of the old HillClan.

She withdrew into herself, and the bright, warm, and friendly Darkstar died with Boulderfrost that night, that vigil. The she-cat who arose in the morning was someone new, and the clan felt it.

"Darkstar--"

"Do it, or you'll be next," Darkstar hissed, pinning Softtail, panicked and wild-eyed, beneath her large paws. "Are you saying you agree with his blasphemy?!"

Oatbright swallowed, and the evening air was filled with the wailing screeches of the brawling cats. She could not tolerate the outspoken, indignant attitude of these warriors. First Softtail, trying to act as if he knew better, warning her off hunting in CopseClan territory when they were suffering from a great prey-drought in leaf-bare. Then Flickerjay, who worried over apprenticing kits at four moons rather than six, when obviously they needed the apprentices sooner than later.

Soon, the cats of DawnClan avoided speaking up around Darkstar. The last was Mottlefox, and while none spoke of it, fearing the wrath of their leader, his tragic death by a wolverine had felt entirely avoidable as he not been punished to flush it out of their territory alone.

Especially did the kits and grandkits of the founders suffer. Softtail, son of Burnetstripe, often was delegated the roughest of tasks, condemned to cleaning the dirtplace and checking fox dens for occupants. Mottlefox died for the sin of not only speaking out, but reminding Darkstar of her ancient grief with how similar in color he was to Dusktree.

Paws permanently stained red from the blood of her own clan, she knew it was her sacrifice, her burden. She had to do this for them, for they did not know better. This was her StarClan-given duty.

Roaming the forest they called home alone, Darkstar walked slow, claws flexing over the soft needle-bed. The earth was becoming moist and spongey, the fresh rain and gentle breeze signaling that leaf-bare was coming to a close, and new-leaf was on the horizon. Lifting her head and parting her mouth, she drew in the scents of the forest, and noted how she could no longer determine all of the smells as easily. They were dull, much like her fresh-kill, which now always tasted stale and bland.

Perhaps that was why she heard danger before she smelled it, whipping around with a fierce hiss and a raise of her hackles. The fox that had crept up on her snarled in turn, fierce and looking well-fed in spite of the cruel leaf-bare they had barely made it out of. Prowling towards her, the beast's muscles rippled smooth beneath its ginger pelt, and Darkstar shifted back, her spine arching.

She was too far from camp to run. Too far to call for help. And too slow with these age-worn joints to escape.

Catching her snarling reflection in the gleaming black eyes of her enemy, she suddenly froze. Behind the imposing figure of the fox, she saw movement. Gentle, like cotton on the green-leaf breeze, a pelt of sparkling stars appeared to her. One paw in front of the other, the fox did not sense what it was she looked on at in shock and amazement, and Darkstar's bristled pelt settled, and she straightened.

"Boulderfrost...?"

These moons of endless grief and strife, drowning under the weight of her duties, suddenly lifted from her shoulders. She felt light and young again as the she-cat smiled at her, warm and familiar.

Even in the face of death's glittering teeth, Darkstar could not bring herself to look away from her old friend. Her last memory of her had been on her death day, old and bedraggled. Here, with stars glittering like dewdrops in her fur, she was young again. She moved with grace, her paws nimble as she stepped around the fox, still unseeing of the StarClan cat, and walked to Darkstar.

"Hello, Darkstar," Boulderfrost meowed softly, her eyes full of warm kindness. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

Tears pricked Darkstar's eyes, and she no longer heard the fox's growls.

"It has," she agreed, overwhelmed with emotion.

Boulderfrost stepped closer, and Darkstar could smell her sweet scent. She did not care as to why she was here, or what it meant. All that mattered was this terrible loneliness that was lifting from her heart, thinking of nothing but this moment.

"It's time," Boulderfrost said, and Darkstar no longer felt afraid. The fear of mortality, both her own and others, was gone. She had died twice already and lived with the trauma of it with some struggle, and yet, here and now, as she understood Boulderfrost's words, she didn't feel any of her old fear. She just felt... Tired.

"I understand now," Darkstar whispered, the tears falling from her eyes and wetting her fluffy cheeks, "The feeling when you decided to become an elder. I'm... I'm tired, Boulderfrost. I'm tired."

"I know," Boulderfrost said, and as the fox bunched up its muscles, tired of waiting for Darkstar to make the first move, she walked closer. Boulderfrost touched noses to Darkstar, and a true peace washed over her.

Darkstar caught only a glimpse of the fox's gleaming, saliva-wet maw as it lunged, shutting her eyes. For the first time in many moons, finally, the river slowed, and she was able to lift up her head, and take in a deep breath.

"It's time to rest, Darkstar."