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To adopt this cutie, tell me about something that is very important to them! It can be an item, another cat, a personality trait- anything! (min 500 words) Ends February 23rd!

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Red classic tabby with mid white

NR: longhair, eyelashes, visible tongue
C: min fur edit, visible teeth
R: bobtail, folded ears

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]gender:[/b]
[b]clan link:[/b]
[b]what is important to this cat:[/b]

[NightWolf950]

Super mega mark <3

[TeraNosaerys]

username: TeraNosaerys
name: Brunito
gender: Male
clan link: The Thicket will house the clan when it grows <3
what is important to this cat: His family! Brunito has yet to find a mate or have kits of his own, but his siblings have and he loves being an uncle. He'll do anything to protect and care for them, even defend them from his own well-meaning but too-stern mother. Oh MIN 500 words, not max. Well, WIP

[winx]

username: winx
name: valkyriewing
gender: she-cat
clan link: the thunderlands
what is important to this cat:

Under a sky that appeared clear, Valkyrie, just a kit at the time, had snuck away from camp to explore the Thunderlands a little more. She was tired of being stuck inside while the older apprentices and warriors got to roam the land. It felt like they always had the freedom to go wherever they pleased, and she wanted that too. The camp had never felt small before, but in that moment, it felt like a cage. She was curious, eager to see what lay beyond the familiar trees, and though she knew she was too young for such adventures, that didn’t stop her from slipping away.

At first, the weather was calm, the sky nothing but a soft blue. But then, without warning, the storm hit. The sky darkened so quickly that it felt like night had fallen. Clouds rolled in fast, swirling together in strange, angry shades of green, gray, and blue. The sun disappeared, its warmth swallowed by the thunderclouds. A breeze picked up, turning into a gust of wind so strong it almost knocked her off her paws. Valkyrie froze for a moment, confused. The first few drops of rain hit her skin, cold and heavy, before the storm completely unleashed its fury.

The rain came down in torrents, soaking her fur instantly, and the wind howled through the trees, pushing her against the rocks along the cliffside. She had no idea how far she’d wandered from camp, but the reality of it was sinking in. She was alone in the middle of a storm, with no shelter and no idea where she was going. The world around her felt like it was closing in. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could barely make out anything in the chaos—the wind and rain made everything feel so far away, so distant.

The fear of being lost hit her like a ton of bricks, and Valkyrie stumbled forward, her paws slipping over the wet ground. Her eyes were wide, the whites of them flashing like moons as they reflected the storm’s fury. She felt small, helpless, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and wait for the storm to pass. But the storm wasn’t going to wait. The wind whipped at her fur, pushing her relentlessly as the rain drenched her to the bone. She was soaked, chilled to the core, and yet there was something in her that kept moving forward. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was just sheer willpower, but she kept going.

Then, through the blur of rain and darkness, she saw it. An incline. A glimmer of something familiar, a shape outlined against the sky. She didn’t know why, but it drew her in. She stumbled toward it, not sure if it was the rain, the storm, or something else that made the lone pine tree at the top of the cliff look so important. But it was there, standing tall against the chaos. And then, just as she reached it, lightning struck, hitting the tree with a crack so loud it made her ears ring. For a moment, the tree was a bright silhouette, ablaze with the fury of the storm.

In that flash, Valkyrie saw something light up below her. Her camp. The familiar shapes of the trees, the ridge that led back. It was the sign she needed, the guiding light that told her where to go. She turned, knowing now which way to head. As she passed the tree, a burnt feather fluttered down to her paws. It was blackened and fragil, drifting on the wind like a soft whisper. Valkyrie picked it up gently, feeling the weight of the moment. The storm had shown her the way back, and in a strange way, she felt a deep respect for the forces of nature that had tested her. The feather, though small and charred, became her token of gratitude. She would carry it with her always, a reminder of how close she’d come to losing her way and how she found it again.

[685 words]

[remy!]

username: remy!
name: rosetuft
gender: female she/her
clan link: the march
what is important to this cat: her place within her clan. rosetuft is technically the first daughter of the queen, adopted as a small kit before the queen had ever even chosen her king. however since she is not blood kin, she does not stand at the queen's side as a daughter and instead is the lead of the clan's knights. she is forever grateful that her clan treats her like one of their own despite her origin, and she strives to be the cat that deserves the place she was given.

[feverish]

username: satosugu
name:
gender:
clan link: suits of elistra!
what is important to this cat: mark !!

[BlueberryBirdie]

username: BlueberryBirdie
name: Lion Who Roars (going to try out this naming system, I don't usually use it)
gender: Male
clan link: bigggg work in progress
what is important to this cat:
To Lion, protecting his clan is the most important thing in the world. Without him, there would be no protection from the deadly forest animals. He would never betray his clan, not even if he could have everything he could ever want in return.
Just realized the minimum is 500 words.... So I guess this is a work-in-progress now lol

[winx]

Wait the minimum is 500 words???

username:Alccampinglover
name:Thrushcall
gender:She cat
clan link:tbd
what is important to this cat:tbd

[kaju]

username: kaju
name: Gingerhound
gender: she-cat
clan link: grimclan !!
what is important to this cat:

Gingerhound felt a warm, loving gaze burn into the nape of her neck from afar. She continued grooming herself, sunning herself in the camp clearing near her closest clanmates whilst sharing idle conversation.

The she-cat flicked her ears, mewing a goodbye to her friends and heading to the camp exit with a spring in her step. She snuck through the thistles and brambles quickly, thick coat offering ample protection from the sharp plants. The weather was beautiful, surely nobody would question her eagerness to go for a walk on such a nice day.

Birdsong rang around the forest of pines, the cawing and crowing of ravens and little songbirds filling the sparse canopy above. All was quiet as she neared the edge of Grimclan territory, stepping over with no hesitation. With all four paws over the border, Gingerhound found herself in what the clans called the Forbidden land.

Trotting past the border, the smell of the clans she knew so well became more and more stale with every step she took. The pine trees began to disperse into felled trees, cut by twolegs and heavy machinery. The rough dust path underpaw made her sneeze as she came to a halt near an old dilapidated house.

The window panels were shattered into millions of glinting fragments. The once whole door was crumbled and hanging off the hinges. Plants and jagged vines embedded themselves into the blocks of cracked stone that made up the home, intertwining and growing, seemingly the only thing that held the house together was nature.

"You made it." A warm voice purred behind her. Gingerhound turned her head towards the new presence, smiling. "Sure did."

The tom she had been getting to know for the past ten moons brushed against her, his tail high. His yellow eyes gazed into hers, inviting her to follow with a flick of his ear.
WIP

[24Beaver01]

Mark