Chimkin Name: Chaos Theory
Coop Link: Here
Chimkin Type/Breed: Standard Rooster
Sub-Species: n/a
Breedable: Yes

Primary: Near Black (#0a0a15)
Secondary: Pale Rose (#e69e9e)
Tertiary: Near White (#fef8fb)

Pupils: #fcc70a
Sclera: #ede9dc
Claws: #ede9dc
Beak/Legs: #bb9edd (#5f4fa3)

Traits:

Colored Beak/Legs
Gradient Beak/Legs
Pearlized Beak/Legs
Opalescent
Galaxy

Offspring:

(#934) (#935)

May 11, 2022: Custom created
May 14, 2022: Archive order updated

Thank you so much, he's gorgeous! I really appreciate the growth on this fella, I had given up on him ever getting an adult ref, so I'm super excited to see this! Thanks again <3

AHH Tysm! They'll be named Goosepelt, male, 34 moons, A bulky, strong tom with distinctive face markings <3 AHHH TYSM
viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3747596 Warrior!

He's gonna be made deputy!

ahhhh I now own this baby <33
// traded for designs <33

His name is Owlhoot and he is 25 moons
Pinnacle will post confirming soon q A q

oh what a dear! lemme go ahead and list the requirements <3

- 38 moons

- slim

- stealth replaces strength

- clean on scars or noticeable wounds

driftclan

,,, casual mark

keldine 567
username + id: crowthefrostyfloof + 957629
name: Dune
prompt: wip

keldine 565
username + id: Rosemoon 941592
name: Sunflower
prompt: wip

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Username: quirky;
Cat Name: TBD
Gender: TBD
Rank: TBD
Clan: https://toyhou.se/Wispy_Arrow/characters/folder:2696705
Age: 50
Prompt: The ruins of the village were haunting to look at. The ashes floated around in the air: lazy. The fires blazed over dead feline bodies. The buildings were charred with memories burned into them. No cat had survived. No cat could. The attack. It came so quickly; ravaged to harshly. Nothing survived. Oh gods, nothing. They shouldn't have visited. They should have stayed away. Innocent of the violent acts committed in their village. Their home. Nothing survived. Nothing would ever be the same. Their heart ached with grief and regret. If they'd stayed, maybe they would have been able to save some cats. But no, they chose their selfish adventure over thier friends and family. Why? why did they choose that? To fight for a noble cause? To live in glory? No, it was all voided now. No glory or victory, or any kind of praise was worth the sacrifice this cat unknowingly made. Why?

The cat was frozen in place. Then their legs bolted across the clearing, through the ruins. The bloody, ashen ruins of their home. Filled with burnt memories and golden dreams. Childhood dreams. Innocence. It was all gone now.

The cat awoke with a start, gasping in the frozen air. Oh gods. Not that dream again. That nightmare. It haunted them, following them like a shadow. It clung to them like a wet pelt. Constantly reminding them of their mistakes. All they lost. Gods. Oh, why did the gods let that happen? Why?

The cat's heart burnt with pain, feeling it spread up to their head, it spilled through their eyes in salty tears.

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Ruzar sat down on the grassy hill, sighing. The cat next to them followed suit, drinking in the cleansing air, adorned by the golden sunset. It had been several moons since they started on their healing journey with the almost equally traumatized Ruzar, the Stygian Guard. Both of the cats started with morning meditation, then went about with their days foraging in the forests, and they ended it with another round of meditations. Ruzar often went into the Pit of the Obsidian Tiger to converse with the gods on certain matters, and the ravaged cat foraged for snacks and prey, careful to avoid predators.

At the exact time of the afternoon, they both met up in the Pits and talked about traumatic events, helping each other immensely in the process. Of course, they didn't have a professional therapist, but they both tried to help their friend as best as they could. Eventually, the cat planned to go back to the Principality, with a rejuvenated spirit, but now was not the time. They had a ways to go on their healing journey. The nightmares still came, quite often. Images of burnt buildings appear in their peripheral, cries of dying cats heard in the distance. They all still sent shivers down their spine, cold, haunting. They had to believe the process would work. They had to. It was all they had left in the world.

Username:Deercan
Cat Name: Nifty
Gender: tom
Rank: the pantheon
Clan: https://toyhou.se/unifiedtheory/charact ... er:3090732
Age: 3 years
Prompt:

You ruined everything! How could you?

The words unspoken rang in Niftys mind as the striped cat awoke from a nap in his man made nest. He lived inside a ruined human nest- great stars, that word seemed to haunt him. Every night he heard a voice calling to him, blaming the cat for something he never remembered doing. He was usually able to shake it out, but it still haunted him. Who was calling? It felt so strange and cold the voice, yet the broken sobs that rang with familiarity and pulled at his heart strings and made him feel at a grand unease.

Nifty pulled himself out of the rugged bed made of fabric and whatever stray fuzz and loose cotton he could find around this place, deciding for once he'd head out. Maybe explore a bit, it would certainly be good for the nervous cat to get out side more.

He could tell from the loud rythem of pit pit patters that it was raining outside. That, and the shallow water pooling at the front of the broken brown wooden door. He pulled it open with surprising ease with a paw, and slid out to the great city awaiting him. His whiskers tinged and his nose wrinkled at the smell of something oddly salty. It wasn't french fries for sure, but whatever it was, it made him uncomfortable especially with it being so close to his makeshift home. oh well. He would just have to ignore it for now.

He made his way up the usual walking path he had made for himself many many moons ago, trotting along and not really caring about the cold splashes of water that the clouded heavens cried stinging his pelt and making him shiver.

It was almost as if some sort of invisible pulling force, much like a huge magnet was dragging his sore paws along a new path as he found himself diverting off the gritty rock trail, furthur into the city, but not quite into the heart of it.

The silence here was almost unbearable. Usually the tom would notice the loud noisy cars flying past him and spraying any unlucky (usually him..) bystanders with the sticky wet sewer water- but not today, it seemed. For once the lack of crowded noise was strange. It felt unnatural and Nifty did not like it one bit.

A splitting noise that felt so wrong made him want to run, as the cats fur stood on end and his claws quickly came out. His throat rumbled with an angry hiss. But he could not run. He found himself continuing around the corner.. and bright lights, brighter than anything he had seen caught his view causing him to rapidly blink.

And then, he heard the source.

A dark intangible shape of.. something. Stood only a few tail lengths in front of him, looming and loud yet no visible mouth was to be found. It hurt his ears but he found himself stuck staring.
Only when it spoke did he understand, yet fear for his life all the same.

"You ruined everything! How could you!"

The words appeared in his mind as if sent there by the thing, before it disappeared. It made his head hurt. Dizzy.. so dizzy..

He collapsed, the world spinning in a mess of bright lights and something else looming at the edge of his vision.

Laughing. At. Him.

Username: chimingcloud
Cat Name: Sandcastle
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: loveclan
Age: 40 moons
Prompt:

The coarse dirt felt like sand paper under the ginger tom's rough hot paw pads, his legs aching from his tiresome journey to meet the sun. Its hot rays felt heavy on his pelt as his muscles tensed up with pain, he ached for a break and cool water to lap. Yet there was no water source near by, he knew if he stopped to give his body a chance to catch up he would not want to face the journey again. His eyes blinked heavily trying to brace the uphill wind, the ground became harder to trek almost as if was shifting into a mountain under his tired paws. Sandcastle lifted heaved himself up onto a large dry rock, attempting to give himself a boost but ended up scrabbling to the top. Stopping to catch his breath before peering at what was before him.

The sun felt brighter as it reflected onto the pale brown dirt, a structure seemed to almost erupt from the earth. about twenty tail length's in front of him sat a foreign structure collaged of rocks, mud and terracotta. Beautiful twoleg tiles and garden stones were pressed into the sides of the hut to give it some character. Even though the surrounding area was dead of plants and starving of prey, the building seemed to be full of life and sacred memories. This must be the sacred ruins Starclan had told the young warrior about !

A familar yet strange pelt peered out of the windows of the ruin, a sparsely-furred cream cat who seemed dainty compared to the cats he was used to speaking with. The cat was built like prey, small nervous eyes like a rabbit and haunches held close to the ground. Their ears twisted to face sandcastle as he carefully approached, the stranger's nose twitched with anticipation.

"Hello... I don't mean to intrude on your home." The ginger tom cooed in a soft voice, pressing himself to the ground to seem smaller to the tiny cat. "May I be a burden to ask for your assistance, I haven't seen prey in nights.. my muscles are weak and I am just passing through but I may not be strong enough to leave here with the state I'm in."

The cat didn't speak but his stare seemed to show sympathy as if they understood. They perched on the muddy brick make shift windowsill of the hut before jumping down only a few fox-lengths in front of sandcastle. Swiftly grazing their paw over the ground to swipe up some dirt within their pawpad, clenching their claws around it and opening it back up to reveal a small scrap of brown fur. It quickly hopped out of the foreign cat's hand and straight into The warrior.

Though he was flooded with shock and confusion, his hunting instincts kicked in and the shrew was dead with a quick blow from the warrior's massive paws. He ducked his head gobbling up the fresh-kill, too concerned about his empty tummy to ask questions just eternally grateful for the presence of the strange cat. In a few seconds the prey was completely gone and the bones were wiped clean, licking his lips the tom looked up to thank his mysterious savior yet nobody was there. Was he so hungry that he was hallucinating ? Had starclan come down to save their prophecy cat with a meal to hold him over?

"Thank starclan for this prey my warrior ancestors have gifted me." He bowed his head at the carcass before scrapping dirt over it.

[588 words]

Owner: NoodleDOOT
Show Name: Born to be King
Barn Name: Soma
Gender: stallion
Egyptian or Medieval tack: egyptian
Tack color: purple

Owner: ►Athena◄
Show Name: Leaves in the Wind
Barn Name: Oak
Gender: Stallion
Egyptian or Medieval tack: Egyptian
Tack color: Forest Green with Silver trim/accents

approved!

Name: Deerleap
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Riverclan
Description: dominant white w green eyes (Apricot and taupe silver ticked torbie sepia point )
Age: 13 Moons
Edits: - scar, claws, expression (nr) min fur edit, ear tufts, ear placement, eye shape, eyelashes, pointed ears (c)
Owner: wildsight

Username: Andromeda
Show Name: YH A Rusty Planet
Barn Name: Mars
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.4hh
Halter Color: Artist's Choice~
Prompt: Cream! Does that count as a flavor..? Vanilla.....?

Username: ►Athena◄ 
Show Name: ORT Soda Pop Fizz
Barn Name: Cola
Gender: Stallion
Height: 13.2hh
Halter Color: Red
Prompt: Cherry is Cola's flavor of choice. The cherry adds a burst of sweetness without being overwhelmingly sweet like vanilla, and it can really add to the flavor of a drink.

Username: Tineye
Show Name: A Touch of Fizz
Barn Name: Fizz
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.3hh
Halter Color: Cinnamon brown
Prompt: During Christmastime, Coca-Cola has a cinnamon flavor that he thinks is the best. It's strange and kind of an acquired taste but he loves it.

This is sooo cuuuteee aaah the lil puppy 🥺🥺🥺

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