[FateStoryteller]

I would like a songbird kit!
Username(s): FateStoryteller
Clan link(s): Daisyclan
Last accepted breeding form: Here!

Cat one: Sparrowfang
Last bred: N/A

Cat two: Lionfreckle
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based: Genetics based, please!
Items being used: N/A
Roll for random chance at legendary edit: Yes, please!
Prompt (150 word minimum):

Were those leaf buds..?

Lionfreckle slowed down, letting the others of her hunting party move quickly ahead of her.

"Careful!" Robinheart quietly called back, apparently thinking she'd spotted some prey and was stalking it.

Lionfreckle sent him a reassuring flick of her tail. She would be careful. No dark monster was going to sneak up on her.

She padded over to the bush that had caught her attention to get a closer look at what were unmistakably the first leaf buds just starting on this little bush. She glanced around and her heart lightened to see that other bushes had started to bud as well. Newleaf was finally approaching.

The soft rustle of a careful pawstep made Lionfreckle suddenly crouch, staring through the still bare branches of the bush to spy a cat approaching. And it wasn't just any cat it was...

Him.

Lionfreckle was suddenly dragged back through the seasons to not long after she'd struck out on her own life's journey. The horror of finding a cat, seemingly dead on the riverbank. Helping him, and then having him suddenly turn on her, lashing out so fiercely. To this day... she didn't understand why he hated her, but she hadn't been willing to give him another chance to claw her fur off. Not even when she met him here, again, after so many moons.

He- did seem to be a changed cat. His wounds healed and he seemed much... calmer. Or at least quieter. But she couldn't be sure what hate might still be bubbling beneath the surface. He, after all, hadn't sought her out, hadn't apologized. So surely that meant...

Suddenly there was a flurry of wings above and her head jerked up just as his did.

Overhead she was startled to see two birds, so startlingly bright and colorful, whirling around each other in what seemed like a kind of dance. They made a soft, warm sounding twittering that went straight to Lionfreckle's heart. As she- and he watched, the two birds lighted on a branch together, continuing their soft cooing at each other. It almost seemed like their were having a private moment together and so Lionfreckle lowered her eyes, just as the tom she'd been observing did as well, and their gazes met.

Lionfreckle's heart immediately sped up. Should she..? After all... time had passed. A gush of the old empathy welled up in her chest from that time she'd first seen him, a strong tom struck down, alone with no one to care for him. He seemed respected now but...

Still, he would need to explain himself before that. If Sparrowfang couldn't do at least that much. She would see. See if they could at least... be friends..?

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Sparrowfang stood frozen in the snow, his heart seeming to have stopped in his chest.

It was her.

He couldn't help noticing how the Leafbare sun shown so delicately on her pale pelt, making her almost seem to glisten.

But he had not right to notice that. He forced himself to look away as memory fell over him of those dark times. The pain, far more than physical, having lost everything, and then this beautiful cat taking *pity* on him. On him. He remembered with furious shame, the boiling rage that had rolled up and out of him, lashing out at her, who had helped him.

Had he been overcome with despair that no cat could ever find him so beautiful again after what they had done to him? To his life? Yes. But that was no excuse.

He suddenly realized she was still staring at him with, he was sure, a look of accusation, and disdain.

He should just leave her. She'd been here first, he didn't have the right to...

"Are you going to chase me off again, then?" Lionfreckle suddenly asked in a slightly demanding tone.

"N-no!" he nearly gasped in surprise.

For a moment he tried to resist the flood of words that pressed against his mouth to get out. Then, the soft, almost encouraging twitter from the birds above sent them tumbling forth.

"I'm- I'm sorry!"

Not even her shocked face could stop him now.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong- it was cruel to lash out at you like that. How could I have been so savage? And to someone like you."

He paused, his chest heaving a little with the effort to get the long pent up words out.

"Its been many moons, and yet that night remains so *clear* to my, crystal clear, what a monster I was."

She looked as though she would like to interrupt but he *had* to have his say, he had to make her understand that he understood.

"I-" his determination not withstanding, it was still hard to admit, "I- was jealous."

She looked taken aback, confused. How could she be confused? He would explain.

"I couldn't stand to be helped by someone like you." he admitted, head bowed and feeling as if he were spitting out poison with every word, "Someone beautiful, when I had been made a wretch."

There. He'd said it. The reality behind his fury at the time. He had been even more pathetic than his wounds had made him.

He realized she was silent. Perhaps she had run away. Of course she would- she should. He was, after all, less than nothing. What had been the moons that had passed since that time? *Had* he thought himself better? Smarter? Wiser? How ridiculous.

Finally, he lifted his head to look upon the empty-

Her eyes!

They seemed to fill his entire vision with their sparkling green depths. She had stepped closer, silently, in the pause after his last speech.

Unprepared as he was, he sat, rather clumsily, but that didn't much matter. What mattered was that she was moving out of his line of sight, right to the damaged side of his face. He gasped softly as he felt her head brush his cheek there, sliding under his chin. It was not lost on him that it felt so right to have her there, but all too quickly she was moving away to stand before him again and he couldn't regret getting to see her eyes once more.

"For all that you seem well respected for your intelligence," the she-cat said, with a soft bubble of laughter in her voice, "you are very foolish at times."

Before he could ask her what she meant, there was another sudden flurry of wings over their heads, catching their attention once more. The birds were about their dance again, whirling and twittering.

"You know," Lionfreckle continues, glancing over at him again with a new look, one he didn't understand, "I've always liked how your fur seems to sparkle in the sun."

He blinked, thoroughly unprepared for this sudden compliment, on him on the way he looked.

"I'd..." she continues more hesitantly, "really like to be... friends, if you were willing..?"

There was... something strange in the way she'd said the words, something that seemed to vibrate against the ache that had grown in his chest at her words.

"Friends..?" he echoed, not really sure what else he was even looking for yet.

"Well," Lionfreckle answered, her eyes lowering a little shyly, though a purr was in her words, "we'll... see."

With another flutter of the birds above, their eyes drew upwards again.

"For now," Lionfreckle continued gently, "will you... watch... with me?"

Sparrowfang didn't hesitate.

"I'd like that. A lot."

And so they watched the birds together, Lionfreckle settling at his side once more, soon leaning a little against him. And again, her presence there, with him, felt right.

[Word count - 1,276]
[Novella avoidance: F-f-failure! x3]

[starsea20]

I would like a songbird kit!
Username(s): starsea20
Clan link(s): here!
Last accepted breeding form: n/a

Cat one: Silverstar
Last bred: n/a

Cat two: Seabirdwhisp
Last bred: n/a

Appearance or genetics based: Genetics please!
Items being used: n/a
Roll for random chance at legendary edit: Yes please!
Prompt (150 word minimum):

Silverstar had never been a big birdwatcher, as he believed that it was a waste of time, but whenever the lovebirds started appearing he would turn his gaze toward the ground with even more conviction. After all, as leader he had many other responsibilities, many things to distract him from the lovebirds’ presence. He didn’t need to ruminate on them, and the many old tales of love that came with their arrival. This Newleaf, however, the birds were much harder to ignore.

Wherever Silverstar went, it seemed as if this one bird was following him. It was always perched within his line of sight, and when he tried to ignore the bird it would squawk indignantly. He could tell it was always the same bird from the unusual freckles around its beak, and the way its eyes seemed to hold a level of understanding that Silverstar had never seen in any bird before.

He hated to admit it, but the bird did catch his eye. More than once, he caught himself gazing at the bird’s colourful plumage, and the elaborate dances it was performing in the treetops. For a second, he let himself imagine what it would be like to soar through the skies. Flying was probably quite fun, he thought. But then he shook himself. He didn’t have time for fun! Not when there were clanmates to feed.

Throughout the entire week Silverstar ignored the bird, despite the fact that it never strayed far. He managed to keep his head down and focus on his duties, even though he felt more and more distracted.

Finally, one night after the whole clan had gone to sleep, he couldn’t take it anymore. He saw the bird, perched on a nearby branch, and went right up to it. He stared at the bird, and the bird stared back. It was only then that he realized that the bird was alone, not in a pair like the other lovebirds always were. But before he could really ponder that thought, the bird flapped its wings and took off, flying right past Silverstar and into the trees behind him. Without thinking, Silverstar took off after it.

He followed the bird for what felt like hours, through the dense jungle foliage and along beautiful flowing streams. The way his legs and lungs burned from running felt rejuvenating, and he couldn’t contain the joy that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside him.

Finally, the bird swooped over a thick bush, and Silverstar stopped to catch his breath. He didn’t even know where he was anymore, but he figured that he had already gone this far, he might as well keep following the bird. He pushed through the bush, wincing as his fur snagged on various twigs.

When he reached the other side, he gasped. In front of him was a beautiful lagoon, its waters so clear and calm it looked like a piece of the night sky had fallen down. He had never seen this place before. Silverstar looked around for the bird, but it was nowhere in sight. Instead, there was a cat, someone he had never seen before, standing at the edge of the lagoon. The other cat looked over at Silverstar when he stepped closer to investigate.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the other cat asked with a smile.

“Who are you?” Silverstar asked back, glancing around in confusion.

“My name is Seabirdwhisp,” the stranger replied, “I’ve just returned here from someplace far away, and I figured I should check up on some of my favourite places.”

Silverstar found it hard to look away from the stranger’s face, finding himself drawn to the calm yet friendly aura the other cat gave off. He noticed that Seabirdwhisp had the same subtle freckles between his eyes that the bird did, the same understanding look.

Silverstar’s tail twitched as he approached the lagoon and sat down at the shore.

“Why did you bring me here?” he asked, before awkwardly adding, “not that I mind being here, I’m just… confused.”

Seabirdwhisp let out a small half-laugh and looked away, embarrassed.

“I just… thought that you might need a break,” he admitted, “it seemed like you were really overworking yourself.”

Silverstar sighed wearily. He couldn’t deny that what Seabirdwhisp said was right. He couldn’t remember the last time he had taken a break, too caught up in the stress of leadership. He was so new at the role, he just didn’t want to let anyone down! He suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired.

“I had a lot of fun running around tonight,” Silverstar finally admitted, resting his head on his front paws and gazing into the calm water in front of him.

Seabirdwhisp didn’t say anything in response, just flopping down contentedly beside Silverstar. The two of them stayed like that, enjoying the soft silence long into the early morning, just happy to have found a moment of respite together.

(817 words)

[winx]

No one agrees on when the lovebirds first appeared.

Some say they are the first sign of Newleaf, bright feathers flashing through bare branches. Others swear they’re sent by Starclan to bring hope and good fortune in times of sorrow.

They perch in pairs. Always pairs.

Where they gather, the forest seems to glow a bit brighter. Old grudges loosen. Shared patrols linger. Cats find themselves thinking twice before walking away, listening more attentively, staying just a little longer.

The elders say the lovebirds do not create bonds. They simply reveal them.

When the lovebirds are around, things feel different. Patrols run long. Cats sit closer together. Feelings that were easy to ignore suddenly are not.

Some say the lovebirds cause it. Others say they just make it harder to look away from what was already there.

Choose two cats and write their love story (the more like a kdrama the better!). Must be 150+ words to qualify.

Each completed entry will receive only one kit, mimicking how the songbirds only lay one egg per year.

If you choose to write with another player and tell the story together, each writing from one cat’s perspective, you will instead receive two kits, one for each of you! <3

Other SOTF artists are welcome to claim entries as well.

Entries for this will only be accepted until 14 Feb 2026.

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[b]I would like a songbird kit![/b]
Username(s):
Clan link(s):
Last accepted breeding form:

Cat one:
Last bred:

Cat two:
Last bred:

Appearance or genetics based:
Items being used: (link to where items were obtained. If your form is selected by an artist, post on the archive that you’re using said items)
Roll for random chance at legendary edit:
Prompt (150 word minimum):

Gonna extend this till the end of the month! Last day to enter is 28 Feb (:

Everyone above is approved! I’ll start working on them soon.

[TeraNosaerys]

I would like a songbird kit!
Username(s): TeraNosaerys
Clan link(s): Thorn Thicket Clan
Last accepted breeding form: Here!

Cat one: Timbertuft
Last bred: Never

Cat two: Solstice
Last bred: Never

Appearance or genetics based: Either
Items being used: (link to where items were obtained. If your form is selected by an artist, post on the archive that you’re using said items) None
Roll for random chance at legendary edit: Yes please!
Prompt (150 word minimum):
Lovebirds, 2009 words i'm so sorry

[winx]

I would like a songbird kit!
Username(s): TeraNosaerys
Clan link(s): Thorn Thicket Clan
Last accepted breeding form: Here!

Cat one: Timbertuft
Last bred: Never

Cat two: Solstice
Last bred: Never

Appearance or genetics based: Either
Items being used: (link to where items were obtained. If your form is selected by an artist, post on the archive that you’re using said items) None
Roll for random chance at legendary edit: Yes please!
Prompt (150 word minimum):
Lovebirds, 2009 words i'm so sorry

Approved!

Still a few more days to enter for a love bird kitty (:

[ruethefangirl]

I would like a songbird kit!
Username: ruethefangirl
Clan link: The Canopy
Last accepted breeding form: N/A

Cat one: Opsreyglide
Last bred: N/A

Cat two: Vixenleap
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based: artist choice!
Items being used: none
Roll for random chance at legendary edit: yes
Prompt (150 word minimum):

Ospreyglide didn’t know what she was doing. Her sudden appointment as leader was jarring. Soon after, Vixenleap had asked to join the clan. All Ospreyglide had wanted to do was become the Apprentice Guide. Sure, that meant some responsibility over the younger members, but not guiding the whole clan! And falling in love? Sure, she’d thought about it. One day. Certainly not now when her life was so chaotic. Vixenleap herself brought chaos with her. There were the rumors that spread that Vixenleap had gotten kicked out of her last clan for murdering her last mate, and the fact that Vixenleap’s personality wasn’t every cat’s cup of tea. Vixenleap claimed that another she-cat had framed her for the untimely death of the tom she had been seeing in secret. Because he was cheating on said she-cat with Vixenleap. Ospreyglide believed her lie detector was solid. After all, she had been preparing to supervise apprentices who liked to exaggerate. She didn’t believe Vixenleap would be a threat to the rest of the clan. The rumors and distrust still spread. Ospreyglide suspected an apprentice had overheard them talking and told their friends. But Vixenleap took everything in stride. Ospreyglide watched her acclimate to life in the Canopy. She found out that Vixenleap had caused strife on her first hunting patrol, though the cat who reported it hadn’t heard exactly what happened, and the other cat had avoided giving her a straight answer. Vixenleap claimed she had made a joke that the other cat had taken as an insult rather than a teasing barb. Ospreyglide certainly thought that was true in Vixenleap’s mind. She felt herself becoming more and more intrigued by Vixenleap. She could tell that some other cats just didn’t get Vixenleap’s dry sarcasm. Or flirting. One time, Vixenleap caught her watching her and winked.
Later, she jumped up onto the railing next to Ospreyglide.
“Hey,” Ospreyglide meowed.
“Don’t you have other clanmates you should be paying attention to?” Vixenleap purred.
“Oh- well-“ Ospreyglide sputtered. Of course that wouldn’t escape Vixenleap’s notice.
Vixenleap’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Well? Cat got your tongue?”
“You’re so observant,” Ospreyglide blurted out.
“How astute.”
“I-I have to make sure my new clan mate is getting along well,” Ospreyglide said. “With others.”
“Uh huh.” Vixenleap gazed at her. “Don’t you think that’d be easier if you sent me on patrol with other cats?”
Right… Opreyglide had been doing patrols with her recently. “We work well together,” She said.
“Hmm.” Vixenleap murmured in agreement. “How well?”
“Um…” Ospreyglide’s face heated.
“Maybe we could try being more than friends?”
Honestly? There was a lot on Ospreyglide’s plate right now. And this was moving along quick. Maybe it wouldn’t work out. Or maybe it would. “We could try,” Ospreyglide agreed. “As long as you don’t…”
“What?”
“…get me involved in a murder plot.”
Vixenleap laughed.

[Wicked Circus]

I would like a songbird kit!
Username(s): bottledsmiles
Clan link(s): here
Last accepted breeding form: here

Cat one: Snap
Last bred: never

Cat two: Hollybreeze
Last bred: never

Appearance or genetics based: Genetics, please!
Items being used: GMO Kitten Milk if I may :3
Roll for random chance at legendary edit: Yes please
Prompt (150 word minimum): (wow it sucks I'm so sorry but I loved these two ;w; and I have more than I wrote in my head I swear lol) WC: 350

The suns pale rays offered no warmth as Hollybreeze stalked through the tall frozen grass. She pressed herself low to the ground, keeping her tail still and paws soft. Her ears twitched at the persistent scratching of tiny claws on frozen earth. Tasting the air, her eyes narrowed as she determined where the soft brown body was. Wiggling her haunches for half a heart beat, she launched forward and dove into the patch of grass the unfortunate creature was hiding. A quick bite was all that was needed. The she-cat turned around proudly, a small field mouse in her jaws.

“Great catch!”

The boisterous compliment made her pop into the air in alarm, her tail fluffing out before she dropped her catch in a huff. “Snap!” She spat, glaring at the playful red tom as he grinned mischievously at her. “Yes?” The rogue drew out the word, beginning to pace around the molly. Hollybreeze suppressed a half hearted growl, glancing around to make sure none of her clanmates were nearby. She was suddenly very grateful she had split up with Paleflame and Torntail. “You dumb furball!” she hissed, twitching her tail in half hearted annoyance. “You’re not supposed to be here! How many times do I-” Snap brushed his tail over her mouth gently “So many times!” he let out a mrrp of amusement. “I just couldn’t wait to see you.. I’m sorry.” He tucked his head and rolled over onto his back, batting a paw at her gingerly.

Sighing in defeat, Hollybreeze flopped down beside him, allowing herself to soak up his warmth for a while. Without words, they settled beside each other and shared tongues. Hollybreeze still could not shake the anxiety that kept rising in her chest. It was threatening to crescendo into panic when Snap stood up, looking down at her with a warm smile. “It’s alright… I’ll go.” As the tom turned toward the border, it felt as if her heart would tear in two. “Snap!” She called, her voice tight with emotion. He turned back to her, his eyes clouding with worry. “Please stay.”

[winx]

Both forms above accepted! (: Closing out the love bird kitten prompt now.