#canyonclan

[canyonclan-gen]

The first comic pages are in the works!

[nmirah]

Cactuspaw!!!!!!

[vivirrins]

Reclusive // Traditional // Fierce

The Clan of the Mountains

@clansoftheshoshone

[mudpool-art]

☁️ Plumshade, 🌈 Widowvenom, and ☀️ Ravenfall <3

YAYAYAY the dark and goth crew..... love the black cat themeing going on here lmao

☁️ Plumshade – if Plum had caved and left the Clan like his cousins did, I think he probably would've ended up in Cladach! Partly because Weepy's in Monadh so why would he go there ew stay away, but also because Cladach is such an artsy place! Song, dance, poetry, and freedom to not be in such a close community all the time would've been something Plum really enjoyed, but I think ultimately he would have felt very out of place and disconnected from his newly-adopted Clan too. A few good friends would fix that probably but leaving Gaoithe wouldn't have actually changed or improved much for him. If he was BORN in another Clan he probably also would've hated it tbh but he'd be Monadh if he was born not Gaoithe <3

🌈 Widowvenom – haha. well. I'd like for them to go crazy feral very badly. I need stressors to get to them so bad that they snap and start screaming at somebody, and maybe get into a physical altercation with them. Because they are so balanced between arrogance and the most fragile, low sense of self worth you've ever seen that they need something to like, PUSH them over into one or the other. I want them to cry and sob and try to kill somebody at the same time you feel me. Bonus points if this happens in view of somebody they care about so they can let them down and worsen their spiral.

☀️ Ravenfall – I need him to be friends with Snailskip so bad man. SO bad. They need to have conversations about what happened during the war and about Waspfang they make me CRAZY the potential they've got. I'd be really interested to see him actually develop something more genuine with Craneflight too!! They are some of the few in the Clan who are in a position where they really CANNOT judge each other and I think that has potential, Raven's just gotta,,, stop being himself around Crane for a second. Potential for interesting friendships with Chirpingbird, Mossypath, and Mountainheart too for CanyonClan stuff! I also think it would be supremely funny if he managed to actually befriend some of the perfectly nice widows and housewives and generally cool women across the borders too, like, Ponytrot or Hollywisp or someone like that. Those seem unlikely to me but it's a haha just kidding unless situation

[the-anonymous-club]

Look at this kiddos!! A couple o’ cards chatting about flowers haha! Had a great time with this piece of Juniper and Birchpaw of CanyonClan!

@clansoftheshoshone

[puddleferns]

Intro Post

hey there! i'm mal, and this is my sideblog for all of my original warrior cats content! this includes original characters, fanclans, and fanfiction created by me. i have been brainrotting about warriors cats for about six years now and have no intentions of stopping anytime soon!

my main blog is @/creampuffqueen, where i also post tons of warriors content, as well as other fandom stuff. this blog is purely to help me organize my original warriors content, as my other blog is a bit messy for this kind of thing.

this blog is not a safe place for radfems/terfs, conservatives, or people just generally looking to start discourse. as for everyone else, please just be respectful and we'll get along great! now onto the kitty stuff!

Original Clans:

(links lead to guides on each clan! most are still works in progress)

FloeClan (based in the arctic circle)

BeachClan (based on beaches on the u.s. gulf coast) {Allegiances}

PrairieClan (based on north american prairies)

TreadClan (nomadic clan)

BirdClan (clan that lives in trees, based around a general forest)

CanyonClan (based in big bend national park)

inspiration posts, i.e. photos i feel fit certain clans, will be tagged as '[clan] inspo'. posts about individual cats from a certain clan will be tagged '[clan] cats' and posts about the clan in general will just be tagged as '[clan]'

Original Characters:

all oc talks and posts will be tagged with 'mal's warrior ocs'. most of my original characters belong to my fanclans, but for those that don't, they will be tagged with their name as well.

Fanfiction:

my ao3 account can be found here

whispers spilling out in giggles (falling asleep while we're still talking) {BeachClan}

when i work on my wips about the silly battle cats, all of those will be tagged as 'mal's warrior works'

the only wip that currently has its own tag is my original arc, The Song of the Rain, which will be tagged accordingly

currently working on: hammering out plot for The Song of the Rain, considering a rewrite of the OOTS arc, thinking So Very Hard about my PrairieClan quadruplets, attempting to write a Vulturestar of BirdClan fic but getting too sad about her backstory and stopping, and trying to learn how to draw cats so i can make this a design blog as well

Other Things:

i am not currently using any trigger tags; if you need something tagged please let me know! i also adore talking to people and recieving asks, so please feel free to chat me up at any time! i'm so excited to share all my things with people!

[robinthephoenix]

Man I really need to use my tumblr more udishfuf My character Scarletdawn who got into Canyonclan in @clansoftheshoshone !

[theplateaucomic]

Cougarstar, leader of Canyonclan! He's missing a leg, lost during a flash flood he miraculously survived as an apprentice.

[addercurl]

“And autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by……”

—forever francis mitski

[canyonclan-gen]

Canyonclan: Introduction

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[nmirah]

The doctor, the hierophant

Hallowsage from @clansoftheshoshone!

[helljunker]

thinking of making a kitty comic ....

[fruifruit]

my littol big boy... the protagonist of the little wc world in my head....

[the-anonymous-club]

Tarot card comm of the lovely specklestone!

@clansoftheshoshone

[puddleferns]

so i really WANT to post the other guides i have for my fanclans. but for none of them did i go into as much obsessive detail as floeclan. so i kind of feel like i have to keep working on them until they have enough info to be similar to floeclan

and like yeah a lot of floeclan's extra pages were made up by their unique rank system. but some of the clans also have unique rank systems and don't have as many pages as floeclan. but also many of the guides feel complete as is

so i'm torn

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

My parts in trades

Except this is literally just me having traded my writing for art. which i am willing to do for any fandom! it's just mostly been warriors as of late.

This was for a trade with unarticulatedkrakens on IG. this was a total of 6 pages and 2191 words.

Yowls of agony and screeches of pain were what sung Fivekit to sleep each night. His mother had been away awfully long, and his father hadn't stopped by to visit. Eagleeye had been nursing him alongside her litter of pipsqueaks, but he was larger than they-- making it uncomfortable for the queen. He had long since forgotten the warmth of his sister's fur, but sometimes his pelt still felt sticky from the blood that had split from her murder. 

Once, there were four clans-- no, five. Emberclan, Stormclan, Moorclan, Pineclan, and... ehhhh... Sunclan. 

Toughyowl peered into the nursery at the wriggling lumps of his kits, his gaze fleeting past Fivekit. 

They lived in peace. Emberclan and Stormclan would trade herbs a lot. Moorclan and Pineclan would help the other with prey. 

Fivekit rose to his paws and tried to escape the damned den, but Toughyowl just swept him back in with the smack of his tail. "Not old enough to get out, yet." The warrior had murmured.

"I just… miss… miss my… ma and… my pa…" Fivekit murmured as he backed away and burrowed under a nest.

They worshipped Sunclan... No, not worshipped. They just believed in Sunclan-- where else would their fallen have gone? and Sunclan was merciful. It blessed the clans with plenty of prey and good weather.

As a kit in the time of war, you weren’t supposed to look outside of the nursery– everything you would ever see in the camp at that time would be too violent. Fivekit risked it one night and watched as his uncle’s body was hauled off to the medicine den. It left a trail of blood in the camp’s clearing, one so large it was akin to a rushing river of red.

Every full moon, the clans would meet up to talk. It was mostly about how herbs and prey were running, but sometimes the births of kits and the announcements of ‘paws and warriors would be cheered. 

Eagleeye nudged Fivekit forward as the leader called out his name, but the kit just kept trying to scramble back to the nursery.

“Fivekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed.” Maplestar called from atop the high-ledge– according to other cats, or at least according to Eagleeye and Toughyowl, the leader used to have a soft voice. Used to.

The leader’s golden gaze peered down at him, piercing his pelt with doubt and… and something. Anger? Distrust? “From this day on, until you’ve served Canyonclan enough to receive your warrior name, you will be known as Fivepaw.”

Fivepaw looked at the ground as his pelt trembled in his fear. Please, please, please, starclan, let this be a dream– let him wake up in the nursery, nuzzled up against Eagleeye’s belly with the snoring of Thrushkit, Sandkit, and Littlekit in his ears.

“Your mentor will be…” Maplestar’s eyes flitted around camp before landing on one specific golden spotted tom, “Hemlockheart.”

His heart froze over. Hemlockheart the cruel, Hemlockheart the awful. He knew then that his apprenticeship would be more than miserable.

Apprentices focused on hunting and sometimes helped gather herbs. Hunting was the most important, obviously, because it kept the clans fed and healthy.

There was hardly any time to hunt– Peakclan was relentless in their attack, even so much as slaughtering apprentices. Fivepaw could see why kits weren’t told about what was happening in the war; Canyonclan was losing in every sense of the word. If he had known how in-danger he’d be, he’d try to be a healer or even run his little kit paws to the twolegplace. He still wanted to run now that he was in battle, but his clan needed him.

Claws ranked across his flank when he ran to help Toughyowl against an orange-pelted Peakclan cat– The warrior, the closest thing he had to a father, was obviously overpowered, and Fivepaw was desperate to not lose another cat that he cared for. Even with blood soaking his fur and his entire body sore from the constant beating, he rammed head-first into the flame-colored warrior.

If only he had been faster. Despite having gotten the ginger warrior away from Toughyowl, when he dragged the fatherly tom to safety, it was too late. Blood soaked the older tom’s pelt and bubbled at each open wound– Multiple scratches to his sides and torso, and one long slash down his stomach.

“Five…paw…” Toughyowl’s voice was weak as he reached up and placed his paw on the brown tabby’s face. “You’re… a good kid…”

Fivepaw choked back a sob, leaned down, and buried his muzzle in the other’s fur. “Please,” He pleaded in a whisper, “Please… Thrushkit, Sandkit, Littlekit, and Eagleeye need you… Don’t… Don’t go…”

Toughyowl stared up at the stars and gave a weak purr. “You… You weren’t one of mine by blood… but you were a son to me… Tell… Tell the furballs and Eagleeye that… That I… love… them…”

And then he went still. 

Cats rarely ever died from injuries or illnesses. They all lived their lives to the fullest and got to see their days as an elder. They got to watch their kits grow up.

Fivepaw sat vigil that night– in remembrance of Toughyowl. Most cats didn’t seem to have an issue with it, but his grief had only been made worse when Toughyowl’s sister, Sharptongue, lunged at Fivepaw and pushed him over.

“Why are you even here?!” She spat as she placed one paw on the apprentice’s chest, “You aren’t family of his– I doubt you were even a friend. You couldn’t even save him.”

Eagleeye rushed over and yanked the dark she-cat off of him. As Fivepaw choked back tears, the sleek white-and-gray she-cat pulled him closer with her tail and let him sob into her side. “I understand you miss Toughyowl– I… I do. He was my mate. But… But how dare you take it out on Fivepaw..?! He is family, even if not by blood. He deserves to be here.”

“Your kits should be out here, grieving their father. Not him.” Sharptongue’s words were filled with hatred and thorns, and Fivepaw could not understand why the she-cat suddenly seemed to hate him so.

Maplestar slipped out of her den and stepped in-between the argument, casting a wary glance at Fivepaw before closing her eyes and letting out a sigh-snarl of frustration. “Sharptongue, you know that kits are not meant to see the effects of war. Besides, this is a vigil. Hold your words until sunrise, please– For your brother’s sake.”

Family did not have to be determined by blood. There were some kits who were of loner, kittypet, or rogue blood, but the clan took them in anyways, and they were nursed by a queen or any she-cat willing. Even if not kin, they were treated as family by that queen and her mate, and, if they had any, their other kits. 

Fivepaw could not sleep the night after. It was not due to grief, no– that would’ve made it easier to sleep. It was because Toughyowl was still in camp, keeping to himself but constantly slipping into the nursery. No cat else seemed to notice him, and it was driving Fivepaw mad. 

When he stepped into the nursery after the supposedly deceased warrior, he noticed the tom’s star-dipped pelt. Was he… a ghost…?

Toughyowl leaned down to press his nose to Eagleeye’s head, carrying nothing but longing love in his eyes for the she-cat. When the white-and-gray queen’s muscles relaxed and she fell into a deeper sleep, the dark warrior curled up alongside her and stared at his three kits. 

“Tough…yowl..?” Fivepaw mewled as he took another step forward.

The dark tom looked up in surprise, meeting Fivepaw’s eyes with an expression of pure confusion. After a few heartbeats, Toughyowl turned his gaze back to his kits.

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear to stay in Starclan and not watch them…” the ghost whispered as he draped his fluffy tail over his kits’ backs. “I didn’t think any cat would be able to see me… I wonder why you can?”

Starclan visited all cats, not just medicine cats. Every cat got to talk to their dead loved ones.

He had hardly been able to focus on training since then– Now he kept seeing ghosts everywhere he went. In combat, in camp, in trees, there were spirits watching his every move.

The only time he could ignore their presence was in combat, when he had to fight to live. Even then, due to their distracting existence, his fighting wasn’t as well as it should be– it kept him alive, though, and that’s all that mattered.

Moons went by and he kept on growing. Cats kept dying. Blacksplash, Maplestar’s mate, died soon after Toughyowl had. Then, Maplestar lost her last life, and Crimsonstar became leader.

The days of war began to blend together, with the only memorable day being when the three fuzzballs joined him in the apprentice’s den– Thrushpaw, Sandpaw, and Littlepaw were their names now. The three of them seemed terrified of the war, and he couldn’t blame them. 

At night, he shared tongues with the ghosts who appeared around camp, causing weird glances to be cast in his direction. There was one kit– Fourkit was her name. Her pelt was like a river, in the sense that it was always dripping of a rushing red liquid. Blood.

She claimed that she was his sister, that she had died when they were both kits because their father had killed her. It… It was a bit hard to believe.

Life for the clans was well and worry-free. Each sunrise was refreshing, and each sunset was even more beautiful than the last. 

And then, as sudden as it felt, he stood before highledge once more. Crimsonstar stood high above him and called for the clan to gather. 

“I, Crimsonstar, leader of Canyonclan, call upon the clan’s warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice,” the red-pelted tom looked down and met Fivepaw’s eyes evenly, “They have trained hard to understand the ways of your code and to protect their clan, and I commend them to you as a warrior in turn.”

Fivepaw sat up straight to hear the leader’s words, joy swelling his heart as he noticed Eagleeye and the fuzzballs bound over excitedly. 

“Fivepaw,” Crimsonstar called down, “do you promise to continue to uphold the warrior code and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?”

The dark tabby tom opened his jaws and responded; “I do.”

“Then, by the powers of Starclan, I grant you your warrior name. Fivepaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Fiveeyes. Starclan honors you for your compassion and dedication, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Canyonclan.” 

Once the leader leapt down to rest his muzzle atop Fiveeyes’ head, he licked the older cat’s shoulder and turned back to face the rest of his clan. His name was cheered with passion, the loudest cats of the bunch being his adoptive family.

That world, with Emberclan, Stormclan, Moorclan, and Pineclan… It was a perfect one. It’s the world that should be, the world with never-ending happily ever afters.

Even as a warrior, Fiveeyes did not stop talking with the ghosts. He was still somewhat shunned and deemed weird. But, on the plus side, the war had ended soon after his warrior ceremony– A truce agreed to by the leaders.

Many cats still struggled from some sort of post-war stress illness– some would wake up screaming, others would immediately get ready to fight at the screaming, and some would lock themselves away. 

Maybe that’s what Fiveeyes was experiencing– his own form of that illness. But the ghosts were real. At least, they seemed real.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to raise you,” this new ghost– his mother, Sixsummit– was saying. “But I’m so proud of who you’ve become, Fiveeyes. I couldn’t be more grateful to Eagleeye and Toughyowl for how they raised you.”

His chest bloomed with warmth from the compliment as he took a weightless step forward to touch his nose to her shoulder. Behind him, he heard a thump, but he didn’t look back– It happened a lot, often just being apprentices falling over or senior warriors collapsing onto the ground in a stress-induced panic.

“Mom…” he whispered into her starry fur. There were now yowls of distress behind him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to look back. He suddenly felt at peace and as if he were floating.

“You’ve served your clan well.” Sixsummit pressed her chin into the spot between his ears and a soft purr escaped her throat. “You deserve to rest, even despite your youth.”

Some stories must be unfinished by the creator, for even the creator does not know how it should definitely end. The story of Emberclan, Stormclan, Pineclan, and Moorclan… It falls into other cats’ paws to figure out how they desire it to continue. 

And that is the intent of the end, to lead to fresh tales and fresh lives.