[Tilluels-Paradise]

I want some kittens!
Artist: I Like Bees

Username + ID: Tilluels-Paradise + 1108908
Last accepted form: N/A

Cat 1: Eira
Permission: My cat
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2: Aetna
Permission: My cat
Last bred: Never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics based
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: yes
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes

Prompt:

[craig?]

I want some kittens!
Artist: i like bees

Username + ID: craig? 629149
Last accepted form: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=148495732#p148495732


Cat 1: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=124&t=5026297
Permission: N/A
Last bred: N/A

Cat 2: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=124&t=5026300
Permission: N/A
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: yes unless youd prefer not to!
Items using: bof x1 Forum/viewtopic.php?p=148450058#p148450058 + x1 stars gift Forum/viewtopic.php?p=140575040#p140575040 + x2 uncommon edits Forum/viewtopic.php?p=140518562#p140518562 + Forum/viewtopic.php?p=140315795#p140315795

Allow for random NR edits?: yes pls!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: go for it!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: no! also only exactly two kits please!!

Prompt:
okay so have you heard of the game scribblenauts? yes? okay <3 thats all.

no? or you want me to elaborate? well! if you insist!

basically its one of my fav underrated game franchise, you play as maxwell, whos one of his many siblings who all recieved a special gift from their adventurer parents, and the gift he got is a magical notebook which can create to life anything you write in it!! tl;dr i think doodlebug and bookworm would be the perfect parents to a kit who would be like maxwell in cringeclan... cringeclan is esentially meta-wise written as if its a roleplay group thats incredibly disorganized and everyones doing their own thing each trying have fun and be funny, with some taking it much more serious than others. some peoples cats are just fictional characters, and new players can only join by being born as kits into the clan and going through an application process! and you may notice i specified two kits- well, maxwell actually has a twin sister, lily! shes one of my favorites, theyre a troublemaking duo together and her magic item is a magic globe she can use to explore anywhere in the world. i think it would be fun for these twos roleplayers to be a set of siblings themselves who are roleplaying their favorite characters into cringeclan, causing mayhem by teleporting random places around the territory and summoing the most random things. names would be notebook and globetrotter, i think! the kits dont need to look anything like the characters themselves, especially since im not sure you could even get a red or cream kitten from this pair (and theyd probably need unnatural for the bright red and literal pink shades XD) but ill be projecting the characters personalities on them either way :3

I think it would be fun to maybe have them as "antagonists", in a lower stakes sense, for the pov character of cringeclan. Like, in a world where everyone and their mother is trying to roleplay the highest stakes things imaginable, your greatest nemesis is the guy who keeps going out of their way to inconvenience you specifically.

[dimi.]

I want some kittens!
Artist: i like bees

Username + ID: dimi. 908977
Last accepted form: Feb 1st, 2025

Other username + ID: beeqlass 892127
Other user's last accepted form: Feb 3rd, 2025

Cat 1: Lily
Permission: Mine!
Last bred: Never bred.

Cat 2: Cove
Permission: Here
Last bred: Here

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Up to artist! Not necessary.
Items using: Boon of Fertility for Dimi! // BOF for Beeqlass // Star's Blessing [3 kit guarantee] *DISREGARD KIT SELECT IF NOT ALLOWED.

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: Yup

Prompt:

Twinkling stars dappled the deep blue sky, their vibrant glow seemingly the only source of guidance on this otherwise dark evening. The wind struck long blades of grass, a soft whistle echoing off the surfaces of each blade. Soon, a silver figure made her way through the field, crouched to the ground. The fur of her chest tickled against the grass, her blue eyes locked forward. She was in search of something - but what? Her nose twitched for a moment, and with a deep inhale, she was off. She had moved into the night, weaving between each tree gracefully, as though she had a map of the entire clan's territory engraved into her head.

Then, her pupils enlarged. The aroma that struck her was mesmerizing - unfamiliar, and yet it screamed elegance, which piqued the magical molly's curiosity. With a sharp breath in, and a swing of her paw forward, a blue portal opened before her, and the silver molly flung herself for, emerging upon a tree branch. She landed before an unfamiliar molly, whose yellow eyes pierced through Lily's very soul. Lily watched as the cat stumbled backwards, her back pressing against the bark of the tree behind her.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" The molly yipped. Lily stood in silence for a moment, looking the molly over. She had never scented her clan before, or any cat like her, yet she had made it this far into the clan's borders. After a moment of silence, Lily spoke, the tips of her ears heating up. The molly was beautiful - a feeling she had never felt before fluttered in her very being. "Uh.. sorry to scare you? I'm Lily. From the Heart of Decay."

"Cove.. What are you doing out here this late, I thought your clan scavenged during the day."

"I may.. or may not be adventuring." Lily grumbled, her voice laced with guilt. "Honestly, I caught your scent and it caught my interest. That sounds.. weirder out loud."

"It's fine. Just glad you're not hostile." Cove said with a smile.

A moment of silence was shared between them before Lily sat beside Cove on the branch. Their tails naturally touched one another, Lily's ears pinning back in surprise. But it was just one interaction. How could it hurt?

The two mollies danced in the moonlight, exchanging words with small smiles. That would be the first and last time Lily saw Cove.

[WinglessSeraph]

I want some kittens!
Artist: I Like Bees

Username + ID: WinglessSeraph + 754450
Last accepted form: February 3rd, 2025

Cat 1: Risingsky
Permission: Owned by self
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2: Crowstep
Permission: Owned by self
Last bred: Never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Artist choice
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Artist choice
Items using: 1x BOF

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes

Prompt:
Prompt 3
Story about the potential daughter of this pair, Ravenfrost

Hurried pawsteps scraped across the dirt, tearing up grass and foliage as the tom raced through the forest. He quickly arrived at his destination, spotting the familiar form of a she-cat. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes twinkling with sorrow. 

"Raven, you can't be serious about this," he panted, slowing to a trot as he joined her. His tail brushed against her side lovingly, her tail intertwining with his in reciprocation.

"I'm sorry, Storm, but I am," the she-cat sighed, looking down. "I can’t live with this giant void in my heart. I have to find my dad." Stormrunner's brows furrowed as he glared slightly at Ravenfrost. "But what about us? Those dreams we had of our family? I thought that was what you wanted." His tone was laced with confusion and desperation.

"It is what I want, but I have to find my dad first," Ravenfrost insisted, lifting her head to meet Stormrunner's intense gaze. "I need to know why he left us."

"What if you don't find him? What then?" the tom questioned, taking a step back. "Would you even come home? Or would you waste your life away just for the hope of seeing him?"

"It wouldn’t be wasting my life. My mother was devastated when my father left," she snapped back. "I would get an answer for her–"

"If you even manage to bring her an answer!" Stormrunner interrupted, his ears pinned back in anger. "What if she dies before you find him? Would you leave her with the loss of both her mate and her daughter?" Silence enveloped them, with only the rustling of the trees above breaking the stillness.

Without another word, Ravenfrost turned and began to leave. "You'll regret this, Raven!" Stormrunner snarled, his lips curled downward as he felt his heart sink in his chest. A crack of thunder echoed in the distance as the she-cat's figure slipped into the underbrush, never to be seen again.

(327 words)

[crexmii]

I want some kittens!
Artist: i like bees

Username + ID: crexmii + 1056107
Last accepted form: like just now sob

Other username + ID: elliott. + 720066
Other user's last accepted form: here

Cat 1: moira
Permission: mine!!
Last bred: never

Cat 2: wolfstar
Permission: https://file.garden/ZZDip1buRGdmTPCE/Screenshot_2025-02-04-06-25-24-143_com.android.chrome-edit.jpg
Last bred: xxxxx

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: no
Items using:
bof for me x1
shooting star shower for me
x1 shooting star shower for elliott. from their staff bank <3
x1 hourglass for wolfstar


Allow for random NR edits?: yep
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: YEP
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: yes >:)

Prompt: three - write about the importance of the kit(s) in your lore.
[i decided to write something down about one of the future kits and it just…snowballed from here. enjoy >:) ]

her mismatched irises were the colour of faded umbra and silver slices of moonlight. one seemed to glow while the other faded, blended into the midnight hues, watercolour strokes of black, blue and purple.

inky wisps surrounded her dark paws, rising up to the ether like the spirals of smoke from wandering groups’ campfires. they would spread to the farthest corners of reverie, to the distant planets where other alien beings lived, to the farthest reaches of the cosmos. they would find distant galaxies, feed black holes, merge with supernovas.

the touch of the void would spread.
its influence would be the strongest.
it would remove all of the other weeds in the garden, blooming and thriving.

for aonara, the voidbringer would make sure of this.

nyx would be proud of her, wouldn't she?
she had helped the mother of the cosmos achieve her one, ultimate goal.
the world was in good paws. nyx had entrusted her, so she would continue to carry out her duty.
every midnight, when the marcid screeched shrilly in the dead silence of the lands, aonara would be there. she would stamp her paws, dark fur tufts flowing, rippling like a great cloak in the night.

holes seemed to open up spontaneously throughout the world, glimmering entrancingly, tempting any curious felines to enter. no cat knew where they lead, and those who attempted to find out never returned.

stars seemed to invert and crumble, collapse upon themselves, reducing into nothing but atoms and stardust, electrons and plasma. felines watched in horror as their beloved stars disappeared one by one from the ether’s shifting landscape.

all on the blink of an eye, in the beating of a heart.
everything happened in a single pawstep.
all the destruction, chaos, crumbling away in barely more than a second.
silken fur brushed fuzzy blades of grass, kicked up grains of dirt and soil, waking slumbering insects and crushing vibrant blooms and buds.

it all traced back to her.
for she was aonara, the voidbringer.
and she was carrying out her duty.

but why was she doing this?
she had never questioned any of it. she had simply obeyed what seemed to be the words of her “mother”. nyx, the creator of the void itself, an intangible yet very real curse.

eventually, aonara’s gloom had begun to corrupt cats, turning them into mindless beasts.
yet she felt no remorse.

she was simply doing her job, wasn't she? why should she feel sorry for them, when it was the void that had decided to infect them?

tonight was another day for the void to spread further.
but this time it was different.
for the blades of grass didn't seem quite… real this time.
she saw technicolour rainbows outlining them, saw static in the tiniest creases of aspen and pine tree bark.
she saw the world lose its reality.

and for the first time, aonara, the harbinger of destruction and corruption, felt real, true fear.
the kind which crept down your spine and made your fur stand on end, which felt cold and stinging as it trickled through your blood and froze it.

it wasn't right.
she was hesitant, almost scared to put her paw down now, to crush the glitching glass, no grass blades.

a single drop of water fell from a nearby pine needle, and reflected in it she saw the truth.
she watched reverie flicker into nothingness, blank white space as the crunching of static got louder and louder. she saw empty voids, and glimpsed gleeful eyes staring at her. she saw neon red puppet strings, blue gridded walls and lines.

aonara felt the wind rushing right at her, zephyrs whistling in her ears, and in another breath, the flick of a tail, twitch of an eye, everything returned to normal.

then the truth dawned on her, and something shifted in her eyes.
her very mind had unraveled and she saw the images flashing in her mind
over and
over and
over

again.


it…it wasn’t real, was it?

aonara had no purpose.
nyx was a liar.
was nyx even real…?

she had no purpose but to endlessly sow the void’s seeds
let them seep through the soil and grow roots
let them drift away to other worlds and past the sunne,
dancing amongst the asteroids and stars, rushing past the cosmogyral ruins.

she was nothing more but a vessel
to carry out the dirty deed
of slaughtering entire civilisations
of corrupting entire worlds
of turning lively, happy lives
into nothing but husks, shells of their former selves
with no other thought but to spread.

the void was like a fungus
the voidlurkers its many mycelia and spores
and aonara, she too was one of them,
wasn’t she?

whatever being was there
she’d seen past the fractured world.
she had seen the truth.
they were merrily flaunting their blood red strings
and she was another marionette, another toy
amongst all the props and playthings of theirs.
a chess piece, a pawn, checker, whatever
helpless, always ensnared in their spiderweb,
completely under their control.

something fluttered in aonora’s chest
it burst through her mouth
and she let out a scream.

her claws tore at the grass
shaking up pollen grains, dust, dirt, soil
ashes to ashes
dust to dust.

spirals of void encircled her
black will o’ wisps against the enchanted night’s canvas.
dust devils whisked about
and that was when reverie split in half.

the moon shifted and became shadowed,
now a new moon in the sky, no longer a crescent.
and aonara was gone.
not a trace was left behind
except for a single grain of pollen
and four sets of claw marks, dug deep into the earth
tainted, stained black, almost akin to ink.

the substance flickered, false versions of miniature stars shone inside.
the world rumbled once more, and came to a rest.
aonara had performed her last deed,
dividing the land of fallen dreams

and ultimately,
sending it spiralling into chaos.
everything, it all went downhill from here.

all of reality, it changed in a single heartbeat,
and its stability all came to an end,
in a single slash of aonara’s void-stained claws.

[ ohhh boyyyyy. # 1027 words. im so sorry 😭😭😭 ]

[SushiFoxx]

I want some kittens!
Artist: I like Bees

Username + ID: SushiFoxx 1005758
Last accepted form: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=148495732#p148495732

Other username + ID: Archaeopteryx. 334452
Other user's last accepted form: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=123&t=4566184&p=148485883&hilit=Archaeopteryx.#p148485883

Cat 1: Sheepwish (baby PLEASE)
Permission: mine
Last bred: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=148495732#p148495732

Cat 2: Guy (I don’t know his name)
Permission: Here
Last bred: Here

Appearance or genetics based?: artist choice !!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Artist choice
Items using: BOF Hourglass

Allow for random NR edits?: please 🥺
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: YES YES YES YEA
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: no 🙅‍♀️

Prompt:

It was a ticking clock. Each moment that passed.

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

How much longer would they have to wait.

A weight that sat balanced on their shoulders. A weight that could not be shifted or moved, only passed forward once more. They would bare the weight once more, until the sky began to crack and the clouds began to rupture. They could not give into the world that lay beneath the surface.

The weight was near crushing, having to bare such a burden on such small shoulders. Working together, that was how it had to work. Even as the world tilted and fires lashed at their ankles like whips. The birds would sing their reassurances, the does would plant peace at their paws and the world seemed at ease for once.

Children of the divine. You must bare the weight of the sky. Bare the weight of all the wrongs. Children of the divine.

Younglings who had done no wrong. Bear the brunt of the evil in the world. Gaze upon where the world had slipped. It was the fate of the world, the fate of how the world was to come.

Innocence would drag the evil with it. Corrupt the innocent, purify the evil. The grey sat untouched.

Even as their fur was soaking, and their hearts were pounding, the world continued. The world would never stop spinning to assist those who had fallen.

Swirls overtook their vision, conquering the peace and hope that once sat in those small eyes. The peace a serenity that continued to draw those young paws forward had faltered. Had brought the world down once more.

A fight for the control, a fight for the dominance and strength to push on. Innocence had no place in the world of brute strength.

Hold the sky, my dear.

I believe in you

[Thani]

I want some kittens!
Artist: i like bees

Username + ID: Thani 509675
Last accepted form: 2/3/35

Other username + ID: crexmii 1056107
Other user's last accepted form: Here

Cat 1: Radish
Permission: Mine
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2: Silas
Permission: Wahooo
Last bred: Never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Either
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: no
Items using: BOF for me SS for max fur!

Allow for random NR edits?: yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: No

Prompt:

Radish doesn't have an IC partner as they have no interest in romance. So these kittens are just going to be the ones that he adopts!

His siblings had all began anew, in their own ways, moving on from the deaths of their parents and those caught in the crossfire of the fight to take over the clan.
Their old ways were diminishing, with the tree sat in the center of their clans territory, slowly fading and dying away. The bright purple hues of the jacaranda tree were now grey and rotted, each leaf wrought with holes as they fell to the ground. A sign that their claimed land was dying off, just like the clan.

Fennel had moved on with her bright and beautiful she-cat partner, Siobhan, taking their kits towards the north to seek out something-anything that could give them what they needed to restore their beautiful home and tree back to its former glory. Reedtail and Buzzardtail, two cats who came in to help when the fighting started, claimed they were the only two left alive from their own clan, and the noises from the fighting led them here. It seemed, without a doubt, whatever was happening to their tree, and their land, was not just happening to them.

“I don’t know what to do, Zinnia , The clan has never faced anything like this before, and I fear if we split up too much to seek out something to cure this disease on our land, some of us might not make it back alive.”
Radish was not always the most serious of his siblings, but someone had to pick up the slack with Fennel gone and Crouton getting together a group to leave at first light.

“We should head out too, Brother, I don’t like the idea of you staying behind…not after the attempt on your life.” Zinnia would beg, pleading for him to, for once..listen to her.

“You know I can’t do that.”

- -

Staying behind was something he knew he had to do. So as he watched his clan form patrol groups and head out, he settled beneath the jacaranda tree, his mind and his heart- torn in so many directions.
Days would go by of him sitting under that tree, praying…wishing…hoping that the next time he opened his eyes those beautiful purple leaves would be shining once more in the bright morning light. They never were.

“Oh what to do…” He would talk to himself, lazily rolling over in the dirt before pulling himself up to stand beneath the tree.

A rustle, something new to this day, startled him out of his thoughts.
“Hm…?” He lifted a paw to his eyes, rubbing them of the sleep, before taking a few careful pawsteps towards the noise in the bushes on the other side of the small clearing.

“Is someone back already? It hasn’t been that lon….oh, whats this?”
He cocked his head to the side, as he watched not 1, but multiple tiny little furrballs climb themselves out of the branches, the sticks getting stuck in their furr, pulling at it.
At first he thought he was sleeping still, perhaps lost in a dream. He has not seen a thing so small since his sister had given birth to her litter, and by now they would be too far north for some of them to have wandered here. They however, looked nothing like his sisters kits. No these were someone elses..but whos?

Lowering his tail he moved across the clearing, his paws coming to a slow as he got closer to them, as to not startle them.

“Are you lost, little ones? Where are your parents?”
As soon as he spoke one of the little ones stopped, their sibling behind them bumping into their body and collapsing over.
They all then turned their attention up towards the loud booming voice, who was, not very well, trying to keep his voice quiet and calming.

“I think they died”


- -
These kittens are tough, having survived their clan falling and traveling so far alone for several nights before they ended up under the same jacaranda tree as Radish. He didn’t mind kids, since he had had to deal with them with fennel at some point. However being the only adult around to take care of them was rough. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but he was curious…since none of them could recall exactly where they came from.

However many there are, they are from a land where magic is abundant! Somehow when the magic seeped out of the world where the clan resides bits of it overflowed and from that overflow, some things leaked out.
These cats will help bring magic back to the world, in their own ways, at their own pace. Once they realize what kind of powers they actually hold.

[ArithMedic]

I want some kittens!
Artist: I Like Bees

Username + ID: ArithMedic 1064661
Last accepted form: xx

Cat 1: Stardust
Permission: Mine
Last bred: Never

Cat 2: Bookworm
Permission: N/A
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics <33
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Artist’s pref
Items using: BOF

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: YES
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: No

Prompt: The room was cold, bare stone decorating the walls, floor, and ceiling. The only exit a metal door barred by three barricades and five locks.

Three occupants, each with their own purpose.

Stardust smiled at the scribe in the corner of the room. It wasn’t a warm smile, it was rather cold actually, but somehow it was inviting. As if they knew that they held all the power in the room, despite the chains that bound their legs, but wanted to show that they meant no harm to the bookish little creature with ink stains on their paws.

This was not quite untrue, but Bookworm had no way of knowing that the silver chains that the guards had used were far better against magical creations, such as weres or vampires, than they were against magic wielders. That the only thing keeping the alleged witch was entertainment.

The guard assigned to interrogate the witch slammed his fist on the table demanding answers of the silent white cat, but they merely kept watching the ink stained scribe. Only once they decided that their play time was up did they utter a word.

Two words, a spell. Spoken in the language of magic, one that can only be understood by those who wield it.

The white cat vanished right out of their bonds, silver clanging down onto the floor, but the chair hardly moved. It was almost as if they’d been a ghost to begin with. Paper and quill too floated down, an ink well falling and splashing black onto the guard’s polished armor.

That was their first meeting.

Bookworm was left alone outside the castle walls as the witch uttered the same two unintelligible words.

Alone, but with a gift. A gold coin embossed with the shape of a star, which had been warm, like freshly baked bread, when pressed into their paw, but grew unnaturally cold in the witch’s absence.

[319 words]

[Swishy & Broken]

I want some kittens!
Artist: I Like Bees

Username + ID: Swishy & Broken 104983
Last accepted form: February 18th, 2023

Other username + ID: Wretched.Felidae 810686
Other user's last accepted form: September 14th, 2024

Cat 1: MYO 987 -- Solstice
Permission: Owned by self
Last bred: N/A

Cat 2: MYO #1500 -- Rhodes
Permission: [click]
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: No, but if only 2 kittens, please !
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: ya sure
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: sure
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: yes

Prompt: [link]

[feverrr]

ignore me. sneaking in with my february pb!

I want some kittens!
Artist: feverrr (omg hiii)

Username + ID: feverrr + 412872
Last accepted form: here

Other username + ID: archaeopteryx. + 334452
Other user's last accepted form: here

Cat 1: eolwyn
Permission: tehe
Last bred: here

Cat 2: duskbringer
Permission: mine
Last bred: here

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: not doing that
Items using: hourglass for duskbringer + star's praise for guaranteed 4 kits bc i love to suffer 🥰

Allow for random NR edits?: yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: nope