[Kirei]

Username: Kirei
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4813282

Quest Number: 1
Response:
Lilacstar purrs gently at the kittypet's questions, sitting down to speak. "Here in BlossomClan, we don't celebrate any typical 'Twoleg holiday'. We do celebrate First Frost, however, which I assume is quite similar. I brought this tradition with me from my home clan to my new clan when I founded it, so it is quite near and dear to my heart. It may even be my favourite clan celebration. On the first night of Leaf-Bare that it frosts over the grass, the entire clan is free of duties for the day to celebrate the passing of another year. Not only that, but First Frost is also a time where we can leave offerings to StarClan in hopes of an easy Leaf-Bare, since it is the hardest season for us cats. Warriors will hang decorations around the camp in the form of long strips of softened tree bark, braided together to form a sort of rope. We also take pine branches and hang them from the den entrances. It's really a quite beautiful time of the year. Every warrior hunts in excess in the days leading up to First Frost when it gets colder so that the clan can feast without worry."

Lilacstar chuckles, seemingly at a memory that has suddenly hit her.

"In fact, I remember one year, back when I was just an apprentice, that First Frost came earlier than anticipated. All of the warriors were frantically trying to scrounge up as much prey as possible while also questioning whether or not they should just hunt on First Frost, even though it was against tradition. It was really quite funny- but then, as if a miracle, a heap of prey just...appeared on the prey-pile. No one knew who did it and to this day, we still don't. I know we were all quite grateful for them, though." The silver marbled she-cat huffs gently. "I do so hope that my new clanmates will love this holiday as much as I do, as it is the first time for many of them to be celebrating it.

Word Count: 345

[literal.swag.]

Username: literal.swag.
Clan: amaryllis group

Quest Number: 1
Response:
The golden tabby sat before the other feline, bushy tail curling gently over her paws. She thought for a moment, pondering the fellow she-cat’s question before beginning to speak. “There are many beliefs regarding the holidays within our small group. Some believe in the mythical man, others could be considered a scrooge.” She chuckled softly, gently flicking her tail in thought. “But as a collective, we simply enjoy and express our gratitude for each other and the rag-tag group that we’ve formed. We give our thanks to the earth for providing us with shelter and kindness in our endeavors, and we thank each other for providing safety and warmth, and for accepting each other without judgment.

“Our holidays are often when we’re the happiest, even the most pessimistic of us seem a little brighter that day. We also have a small tradition where we take any objects that we have collected throughout the year that we no longer have any room or desire for, put them in a pile, and allow everyone to pick at least one thing from the pile and continue until everything is gone.” Mochi purrs softly, her fur ruffling as her reptilian companion maneuvers to rest his head onto hers. “The holidays are a big time for growth within the group, as we spend a lot of time practicing kindness and respect and togetherness. We often stay up late reflecting on our favorite times of the year or the worst and what we got out of it. We are just a lot more gentle and compassionate around this time, it’s simply wonderful. Oh and it is especially a joy when kits are about! The snow that goes flying is hilarious! Snowball fights are an everyday occurrence with them and oftentimes there are friendly competition between who’s snow creation is better.”

She stands, reaching out her front paws to stretch her spine. The snake slithers around her torso and nuzzling its head between her shoulder blades. “You are more than welcome to join us! We are a rag-tag band after all, anyone who needs a place or go or somewhere to hang out is welcomed with open arms!” She chuckles softly. “Now, are there any more questions?”

Word Count: 370


Quest Number: 3
Response:
“My that’s a much deeper question now isn’t it.” Mochi chuckles softly before shaking out her fur, ridding herself from the tension creeping under her skin from the uncomfortable question. She settled herself back down, wrapping her tail around herself a little tighter this time, the tip of it flicking frequently. Her tufted ears twitched, a response to conjuring up the memory.

“Well.” She began, “I’m not sure about the others, but the last time I was blessed by a memory from the sky was when I was a kit.” She paused for a second, taking time to determine how she wanted to form the rest of the story. “I was on the streets, huddling on the box in the middle of the alleyway, quite some time before the family I have now. I was cold and lost and scared, I had just ran for my life from one of those darn street dogs! But, I had finally found some place to rest my tiny little paws. I eventually shivered myself to sleep, but instead of dreaming of nothing or of some fresh hot food that made my mouth water like I usually did, I saw my mother.

See, my mother had passed recently and I was having a hard time experiencing the world without her. She had lost the rest of my siblings while I was too young to remember them so I was her main focus in life. We were on a mission to reach the forest, not some fake little puny forest those two-legs make, but the real one. One like this. But it felt rather impossible now that I was by myself. She must’ve known this though as she came to me to yell at me to keep going.” The she-cat chuckled almost melancholily. “Well, firmly reprimand me from giving up and demand that I keep on going, to finally make it to the haven we knew was out there. At first I couldn’t believe she was actually there, so I smacked her! Boy did she not like that, haha! She bopped me upside the head real quick for that one. She bid me farewell by saying, ‘See you later!’ because she always told me that we’d never need a goodbye because she’d always find her way back to me, that’s how deep her love is. I’ve always kept that with me, and since then I’ve never told someone a goodbye, only ‘See you soon!’ or something similar.

But after that, I had just enough spunk in me to continue the grueling journey and, well, here I am! So, I hope you like my tale but I must get going now. It was great to meet you and to answer your interrogation to the best of my ability!” Mochi smiles well-meaningly. She stretches a larger stretch this time, and turns to leave. “I hope to see you again, see ya.” Mochi bops the feline on her forehead with her tail softly before trotting off into the forest.

Word Count: 501

[sunny-skies]

Start of Round

"thank you everyone for your replies!"

December Quests

Quest #1
echo into void -- 15 xp
Arrikanez -- +30 xp
coffee.berry -- +25 xp
Kirei -- +25 xp
literal.swag -- +25 xp

Quest #2
n/a

Quest #3
Arrikanez -- +30 xp
coffee.berry -- +25 xp
literal.swag -- +35 xp

Please remember to link to this post in your next explore post to use your exp!

"i also wanted to give something to those of you who put some extra effort into your entries. you can use this to purchase items in starclan's shop!"

Arrikanez -- +120 stardust
literal.swag -- +120 stardust

"thank you all for participating! i loved hearing everyone's answers, but a few in particular especially stuck out to me!"

Quest #1 - coffee.berry + Kirei
+UN myo

Quest #2 - n/a
n/a

Quest #3 - Arrikanez + literal.swag
+UN myo

"wait!! i wanted to ask you something else..."

A new round has begun!

QUEST #1
what is the worst thing that one of your cats has done?
you may write and/or draw your response to this prompt.

QUEST #2
describe the first time one of your cats got to explore their clans territory.
you may only draw your response to this prompt.

QUEST #3
what is something that one of your cats is jealous of?
you may only write your response to this prompt.

[coffee.berry]

Marking to add quest entries here later :3

[canadianhowl]

Username: canadianhowl
Clan: galactic skies

Quest Number: 1
Response: He felt bad he truly felt bad that he was doing this. His cousin had just returned back with a scrawny little kitten and they had told him that this cat he was visiting now was the mom. Naturally back then they were curious and visited once to see who broke his cousin’s heart and now it was a daily visit full of comfort instead… Pineapplesnap just couldn’t help themselves… she was gorgeous she really was. How shiny her sleek black fur was and how soft it was too. She was so elegant and her eyes… a bright amber color that looked like gold. Eventually the cat made it to the other’s hideout. As usual, she was waiting there for him and his heart fluttered upon seeing her. She greeted him with a nuzzle and a little lick on the ear. He needed to stop this he couldn’t keep seeing her especially since it was so soon since his cousin admitted he had to stop because he had a kitten with her. Not to mention he knew how mad Dragonfruit would be if they ever found out but… he couldn’t stop. He felt so safe here and felt love in a way he hadn’t felt before. The she cat invited him into her den and he followed where they would share tongues as well as some prey she caught earlier. Later they’d settle down and nap but eventually Pineapplesnap would have to leave and once again bring back more guilt. It felt so wrong but… he was in love.
Word Count: 259

Quest Number: 2
Response:

[Arrikanez]

Username: Arrikanez
Clan: The Dark Carnival

Quest Number: One
Response:

"Well if that isn't a loaded question, I don't know what is." Viperstar said, thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I'm willing to tell you that, considering there are certain barriers in place in my mind that won't let me wax poetic on the grisly details." His tail swished, and he glanced back at the other two cats with him. Depth Strider stepped back slightly, as he didn't really want to relay that tale either, but Luck of the Draw stepped forward with a glint in his eye.

"The worst thing I've ever done, eh?" he asked, tail held to the side, and a slight swagger in his steps. "Look, I ain't a murderer or anything like some of these bozos, but I can give ya a tale that's pretty hair-raising in its implications." He smirked lopsidedly, and lifted a paw, glancing at Viperstar for permission.

"... Go on then. I'm not telling her mine."

Luck snorted. "Right, right, 'course you ain't. Anywhoodles." The pale cat pulled his tail under himself as he sat, and smirked again. "It was quite literally a dark and stormy night. It'd been rainin' off and on since the last afternoon, and I had a big heist that evenin', so lemme tell you I was already in one of my moods. It was like lookin' out into pea soup, all foggy and ick. My boys an' I had come a long way to the wharf. It wasn't as long as some of our trips, but we had to be in hidin' before the heist, 'r else there was gonna be big trouble with our contractor. And he wasn't the kinda person you wanted big trouble with, if'n you catch my drift." His tail pulled out, and lashed a bit.

"There we were, was just me n' my guys, and all of a sudden there's sirens blazin' out all over the place! It was a setup! So we take off runnin' like our tails were on fire! Tell you, I ain't never ran so fast before or since. One o' my guys fell by the wayside, and we had'ta stop n' get 'im, cause I ain't leavin' none of my boys behind, you see? So there we are, carryin' one o' ours, and then BAM. Right in the middle of our group, drops this big ol' attack dog! Right behind 'em is there master, and they're barkin', and I'm lit out runnin' like you ain't gonna believe! Here's where I did the big thing."

He stepped forward, tail twitching at the tip, standing straight up, and ears far forward. "That dog come runnin' at us, and ma'am, I was gone. I left my buddy in the lurch there. Somethin' I said I'd never do, and just booked it for the nearest pier or place t' hide. I didn't even think about my buddy 'til they were all done searchin' for us, and I didn't even go back for 'em. It was then that 'my boys' started t' think I was a bit of a jerk, and stopped takin' jobs with me. Guess that's what lead to my fall, and... yanno... eventual..." He drew his front claw across his throat.

Depth Strider winced a bit. "You left your fellow felon alone to be caught by police or... worse? How awful.."

"Yeah, well... it was him 'r me, and I ain't sittin' in no jailcell." Luck defended himself, one ear going back. "But yeah, that's the worst thing I ever did."

Quest Number: Three
Response:

"Aaah. Jealousy. I'll take this one - if you don't mind, Leader." Depth Strider said with a forward bow of his head. "It was a flaw of mine I often dealt with. The ocean is not kind, and those who are granted serenity within it - be in from material gains, or those of emotional wealth - are often looked down upon as a means to express the frustration of not having the kind of luck required to attain them." His eyes looked down at the ground for a moment. "Such was the case with my eldest brother. As I was the middle child, I was not the favorite among the royals. That belonged to my eldest sister, but my brother had much the same outlook on life, and much the same attention was given to him over the time in which I knew him and was not relegated to military duty."

He lifted a blue paw daintily, and canted his head to one side. "One such thing he was gifted with was a companion. A mer from a rival pod, indentured rather than slain, by my parents behest that yes, my brother was still a child, and did still need companions and 'friends' as they put it. I would not, with clear sight back to my past, have called this poor child a 'friend' in any case - but back then my eyes were clouded to the truth, and saw only what I was taught to see. Thus, younger me saw a friend that I desperately longed to have. Swimming at every beck and call, everpresent, ready to answer questions and the like. It was something I sorely wanted - as my only 'friends' were the ones I trained with, and ours was not exactly a conventional friendship."

Viperstar nodded a bit. "So you were jealous that your older brother had someone that was always with them." he surmised. "I'd say that's pretty mean of your parents to do to you."

"Just so." Depth said with a nod. "But it was the way things were done. Acting upon that jealousy was strictly forbidden. So I bore it in silence, even as my eldest brother grew, changed, and eventually married his captive. I... am loathe to admit that I was absent for the wedding. It was churlish of me, but I did not wish to attend to view a thing that I was still... upset about, even though my adolescence had long since passed. My brother, as an adult, had a right to choose a mate that befitted his status and his desires - but that did not stop me from ruing the very notion of his happiness. Jealousy does, as they say, turn eyes to green, and greedy hearts can break otherwise sturdy walls."

"... I'm gonna pretend I understood any o' that." Luck of the Draw said, with a confused look. "And I'ma say you ain't in the wrong there. If it'd happened t' me, I woulda done the same. Only prolly kinda been mean to that mer too. 'Cause how dare, yanno?"

"... Just so." Depth stated again, glancing first at his groupmates, and then back to Hana. "It does not do my heart any gladness to know I was so cruel - but my younger self felt justified in my hatred and silence at the matter. It would not do to behave in such a manner now that I know what I now am aware of... but alas, it did inform a great number of my decisions as a child."

Word Count:
{One} 574
{Three} 589

[literal.swag.]

username: literal.swag.
clan link: x

-- x --

quest 1
response:

[ 861 words ]

At the soft-looking kittypet's query, Wren chuckles softly. "Now dear, I think that you'd simply keel over if I told you! Better to keep it to myself, just to be safe. Don't worry your pretty little head about it~"

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Wren tops the worst thing that they’ve done it seems like almost every day. They’re selfish, manipulative, and enjoy mentally messing with the stability of other cats as her favorite pastime. She robs, she steals, she lies, and all in the name of fun. One of the few lines they won’t cross though? Physical violence. So, let me tell you the worst thing this feline has done without it.

An entire clan was destroyed with nothing more than Wren’s own words. This clan was built on loyalty and family and faith in StarClan. How did they do this? By pretending they were the devil. They “haunted” those poor clan cats, corrupted their innocence and infested their minds with brutal thoughts. It was a gradual, aching process. She spent months on this plot, where the only benefit they’d receive from this would be their own satisfaction on watching this family fall apart for no other reason but her boredom.

Wren started her reign of terror by terrorizing the kits and the vulnerable. Slinking along in the shadows, the inkiness of her pelt allowing her to go undetected, especially during the blanket of the night. She would terrorize them during the day, speaking and then disappearing to con them into thinking they’re going crazy. The poor cats couldn’t even get a break during the night either, she’d whispered threats and brutal thoughts into their ears while they slept. Not even their dreams were safe from this cat. At first the rest of the clan accused the targets of being haunted and infested by demons and kicked them out. They were publicly shamed, ridiculed, and outcasted for something that they couldn’t control. Slowly, as the madness began to creep through camp, the higher ups began to panic.

The clean began to turn on each other. It had been going on for months now, and everyone was suspicious of everyone else. Wren had become accustomed to her new role in the camp, one that no one else knew she had. She was known as the breathing shadow and if you saw her, you were marked for possession, and then later death. The latter was a bit dramatic though, as Wren had never physically harmed any of them. She loved the indirect attention, and thrived on being a source of such terror and the control that she had on an entire clan. A civil war ensued between the “untouched” (the elite), and the “infected” (the commoners). Those who were untouched refused to let the infected anywhere near them and set up a barrier within the middle of the camp. Yet day by day the numbers on the “untouched” side began to dwindle. Many even lied about seeing Wren just to not join the despair of the cats on the other side of the barrier.

Soon, it was just the leader and his mate left. Wren upped her tactics and the tasks that she made the cats do. Fights began to break out amongst those who were banished beyond the wall. Lives were lost and the elite did nothing. So, Wren targeted them. She whispered doubts into the leader’s mate’s ears about her mate’s loyalty to her and the clan, insinuating and validating the worries that this female had had before Wren had even appeared. At the same time, Wren manipulated the male into thinking his mate was going crazy and that there was no hope in saving her.

It was late one night, the moon was low in the sky and dull with the overcast of heavy clouds. There, in the middle of the den, stood a tom cat over his mate. And sobbing. He had done it, he had done this and had fallen into the delusions conjured up by the dark-striped tabby. With his wife now no longer with him, he wandered outside. There, on the top of the barrier stood Wren. She called to the broken cats below her, and chaos rippled throughout the camp. They shouted their despairs and pleas, crying that the end was here and that they had angered StarClan. Quickly fires broke out, roaring and ripping through the clearing. The demon was long gone though, watching from atop a branch deep into the shadows.

When the chaos finally settled, Wren spotted a rogue cat remaining. This cat had been lingering at the edge of it all, keeping their paws clean. Wren had noticed them earlier, the way they didn’t seem to fully buy into the character Wren had been putting forth but had brushed it off as paranoia. She knew now that her instincts were right. Descending from her spot, Wren approached the outcast. “Who are you?” The feline demanded, head cocked in a facade of arrogance. Inside, this was one of the few times that they had ever felt unsettled.

Silhouette illuminated by the crackling flames, the cat smirked almost as if she knew, “You can call me Juliette.”

cameo by fruitbat's juliette! <3

-- x --

quest 3
response: **possible still wip**

[ 369 words ]

"I- uh- erm- nothing! Why would I be jealous of anyone!" Giovanni stumbles over his words like a newborn kit learning to walk, being oblivious to how obviously false his dismissal of the question was.

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Giovanni isn’t one to admit his desires of things that aren’t a part of his life, but he cannot help the burning jealousy in his chest of those who got to fight in a war or joust or rescue a damsel in distress. He thinks swords, and the mentality within the renaissance era, are the most fascinating topic in the history of topics. He could talk about them both for hours. Whenever this tom-cat sees a renaissance painting, in the trash or on the sides of buildings if he’s being extra brave to wander out of the forest, or through the windows of the two legs when he’s feeling extra nosy, jealousy pangs him like one of his beloved swords to the chest.

The soft brutality of each piece calls to him. The subtle demanding presence of the heroes and heroines of each earth-toned piece holds his gaze hostage. He wants to be like them; embellished and memorialized by the careful strokes of a feather-light brush gently carving a footprint for all the predecessors of the artist. He wants the fame and the glory from soothing a damsel, in providing her a way out of her distress. He wants to be worshiped for his talents and sacrifices to the greater good. He wants to teach, to mentor, to train the youth into being noble and honorable, to put those in need before themselves, always. Giovanni desires this with everything in him, and he is reminded of it every time he looks at a sword, his reflection in the water, a stray hurried artwork in the streets. He is jealous of those in the artwork, forever remembered for their bravery and nobility, and those who forever got the girl.

In every picture and story he’s told, whether disparaging and haunting, or upbeat and victorious, Giovanni can see the warriors behind every moment. The silent heroes allowing this story to be told, and he wants to be apart of that with every fur on his body.

[razr]

Username: razr
Clan: spiritclan

Quest Number: 2
Response:
(for now? may redo)

Quest Number: 3
Response:
"Jealousy?" Fallenstar repeated, waiting for the the bengal in front of him to nod eagerly before he continued. "I can't say I'm a very envious cat. Sorry to disappoint. Is there another question you want to ask?"
"Come on!" Hana insisted. "There has to be something. EVERY cat gets jealous. Spill!"
"Well..."
He wasn't going to answer- or maybe he'd just make something up- but the kittypet's eager gaze (and Junebird's poking at the back of his head) lead him to sigh and sit down. This would be a long talk.
"I suppose you could say I'm jealous of the spirits. They--"
"REALLY? Wow, I didn't expect that!" Hana interrupted.
"... They're free cats with no responsibilities of their own. Yet they spend their time meddling in mortal affairs and reaping the benefits. Who wouldn't be jealous of that?"
Junebird tweeted harshly, like she was laughing. Fallenstar just winced and flicked an ear at her, and she quieted down.
"Iwouldn't! They don't have nice housefolk to feed them or get to talk to fun cats like you! It sounds like it'd get boring."
"You mean it?" Fallenstar tilted his head to one side. "You wouldn't want that kind of power?"
"Nah," Hana purred, looking smug as usual. "I mean, maybe for a little bit. But I'd run outta things to do! I'd go CRAZY if I was alive forever."
"I see..." The mackerel's tail flicked thoughtfully as he watched a swarm of birds fly overhead. The spirits were with them. Maybe they heard Fallenstar talking crap. "But nonetheless, there's your answer. if I were to be jealous of anyone it would be the spirits. ...Or perhaps you."
"Me?"
"Sure. You practically live the life of a spirit, don't you? You don't have to worry about catching food for leafbare or about fulfilling any destiny. You go where you please- unfortunately for the rest of us- and try to get engaged in things that aren't your business. The only thing that's missing is a clear coat."
"I resent that," Hana pouted. "But it sounds like you're just jealous of freedom. Why not get some housefolk?" She started laughing a moment after, seemingly trying to imagine the Kingpin with a bell collar.
Fallenstar felt his face heat at the idea, embarrassed that she'd think he would sink that low. Truth be told, he considered it in the late hours of the night sometimes. But... He looked over his shoulder, deeper into the forest where mice scuttered and cats, his clanmates, thrived. He'd only called the railroads home for a few moons, but he didn't know where else he'd want to be.
"Because I have cats to take care of. May I finish my patrol now?"
word count: 453

(potential mark for 1)

[bsktcase]

Username: bsktcase
Clan: Tribe of the Bogland

Quest Number: #3
Response:
xiNothing ever bothered her so she didn't know why this was getting to her. Frost on the Morning Grass had just got back from a hunting patrol with Deer Before a Shining Light and A Stream of Ash. To find her sister Scent of Mint in the Breeze going on a border patrol with Magpie Soaring through the Sky. Something in the back of her mind made her slightly upset at seeing the pairing head out together. So she decided to follow them. What was wrong with her? Normally she wouldn't care who goes with who on a patrol. Maybe it was just odd to her that just two where going on this patrol. That had to be it. She was just making sure no one got hurt while on this patrol. As it was always better to go in larger groups in case an enemy or predator showed up.
xiSoon she spotted someone dangerously close to the border of the marsh. Something the two others had missed as they just seemed to walk right on by. This worried her what if this cat was plotting to attack the patrol? She couldn't let her clan mates get hurt by any means. So she began to sneak up on the other cat. Simply want to pin them down to ask them questions.
xiThis was what she specialized in after all she was a hunter. Trained to be quiet and stealthy to be able to catch as much prey as possible for the tribe. Though she must have too much on her mind because she was spotted by the fellow cat. Who was grinning from ear to ear "Hello!" the mewed to her. Sighing she padded up to her disappointed in herself that she was spotted. If only the nagging feeling of watching her sister with Magpie wasn't distracting her.
xi"What are you doing here?" she questioned as she stared daggers at the other cat. Taking in their form for signs of a threat to her clan. Her mind was racing with thoughts of an enemy clan or tribe wanting to harm her tribe. Now the nagging feeling of fear rose within her along side the feeling of something else she couldn't place. Once she was in front of the cat she stood her ground "This is Bogland territory you've got to leave. Now." she hissed to them.
xiThe other cat let out a small amused cat "I know, but I just have a question for I needed answered. Guess I was too slow to catch your friends!" she joked before continuing "What is something that makes you jealous?" she mused to Frost. Who let off a scoff at the mere thought of the idea of being jealous. She wasn't jealous of anything. "Okay listen my name is Hana and this is very important. I can tell there is something, so don't lie to me just tell me. Promise not to tell anyone." purring amusingly to her.
xiLetting out a low growl "Nothing makes me jealous. That is just a pure fact." she stated in a huff. Now her mind was everywhere at once. She couldn't be jealous of anything that was impossible. Racking her mind to find scenarios or ideas of what one could possibly be true. Though she couldn't think of one plus now her mind seem so packed with different emotions including the one she still couldn't decipher. This amused Hana as she could tell something was bugging the other cat. That's when she remembered she appeared to be following the other two cats that she missed before she could ask them their question. She grinned at her like a happy little who was just becoming an apprentice.
xi"Is that why you where following behind your tribe mates? If I remember correctly border patrols are suppose to keep close together not a part." she questioned Frost amused by this cat. This stunned her as she stared dumbfounded when she said that. It then hit her what she was feeling when watching her sister and her other tribe mate alone together. She was jealous of them, but why would that be? Was it because some cat else was around her. Though she had never had this reaction before when her sister hung around others. "Oh oh I know! You are jealous that they are together! Are they mates? Do you like one of them so you are jealous they are together?" she began to ramble off questions. Ideas flowing through her mind like a tornado through a field.
xi"No they aren't together! They are simply patrolling the border. Which is the duty guards have to the tribe. Like my duty is catching prey for the clan since I am a hunter!" she spoke defensively. Attempting to put walls up so that this strange cat couldn't read her emotions. "Plus one of them is my sister of all things!" she realized she was about to go on a ramble so bit her tongue before she made a fool of herself.
xiThis only made Hana's eyes sparkle with amusement at her response. Oh this cat was defiantly jealous of her sister hanging out with this other cat. It was so clear now "Please tell me! You are jealous either of some other cat being around your sister or you are interested in the other cat so jealous of your sister being alone with them!" she stated to her. Her curiosity growing by the minute as she needed to know the answer now.
xiThat is when it struck Frost a wash of guilt flooded over her. She was in love with Magpie and she was jealous of her sister getting to spend alone time with him. "Uh- I guess- I'm in love with Magpie." she said absent mindedly out loud to herself. Though she snapped out of her thoughts by the excited squeal of the cat in front of her.
xiWith a proud smile upon her face Hana began to padded away. To leave the hunter to go over her own thoughts "See I knew you where jealous of something!" she said as she left. Proud of herself as she had gotten the answered she was looking for. Clan cats did have jealousy toward things just like she had thought.
Word Count: 1,047

tentative mark for quest 1 and 2 as well

[I Like Bees]

Username: I Like Bees
Clan: The Travelers

Quest Number: 3

what is something that one of your cats is jealous of?
you may only write your response to this prompt.

Response:

"Hey Twist!" Bagel chirped, cheerfully bounding up to where her friend sat at the top of a hill. The chocolate tom jumped a bit at the sudden appearance of another cat, but relaxed when he recognized Bagel. His visitor sat down beside him with a smile, which he returned halfheartedly before directing his gaze back to the village below.

Bagel followed his gaze, watching a group of young cats kick around an object in what seemed to be a game of sorts. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

Twist hesitated, then settled on the simple reply of, "Jealous."

Bagel tilted her head in confusion, perplexed by the unexpected answer. After a pause, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, I imagine it's hard to watch when your kits are still.. missing."

The chocolate cat startled at that, shooting Bagel a pained look. That was not a topic he had expected to be brought up. "No, that's not- that's not what I meant. I don't really want to talk about.. them."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Bagel shuffled her paws awkwardly, licking her shoulder in embarrassment. "So what are you jealous of? Only if you want to answer, of course."

Twist leaned forward, lying down and resting his head on his paws as if exhausted. "All of them. Look how happy they are, how carefree. For them, everything is normal."

Bagel lifted an eyebrow skeptically at her friend - or whatever the cat equivalent of that gesture would be. "You're jealous of.. them?" She squinted at the playing cats, before continuing. "But they remember nothing. They're just puppets, playing a role that they don't know isn't real."

Twist sighed. "But are we any better? They don't know it's not real, so they can just.. enjoy their lives, however temporary and false they may be. They lost everything, every memory they have, so they don't know what they're missing. Doesn't that sound nice? To not know what you've lost, to not spend every day longing for something you might never have back?"

The tom paused, rolling a pebble back and forth beneath a paw as Bagel studied him, silently. "At least they can be happy," he whispered, his voice beginning to crack.

Bagel didn't say anything in response; there seemed to be more to this than Twist was letting on. She simply moved closer, leaning down to lick Twist's head calmingly as the other cat continued to stare into the distance, his eyes filled with swirling thoughts and unshed tears.

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