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What is this one's greatest wish?

Ends March 11th, 11:59 PM EDT
Min: 50 words
Max: 300 word

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[hellevi]

username: elyhria
name: rue
Link to thread: click
prompt: rue wishes more than anything to be able to find Home. From a young age, she's been on her own, floating around from place to place, people constantly coming and going from her life. without the upbringing of her parents, she never had a finite place that she felt attached to, leading her to constantly wander. despite enjoying the experiences she's gained from this as well as the memories she's created with those she met along the way, she can't help but wish for a place to come along that finally feels like Home. somewhere she feels safe, like she doesn't have top run, with people she knows she can make her forever with.

[clip !!]

username: clip ♡
name: Softened Dawn
Link to thread: tribe of rushing rivers
prompt:

[119 words]

Softened Dawn's greatest wish is one that she keeps hidden; caged between her ribs. She keeps it under lock and key, except the key's been swallowed. How would they react? She's always been the wisest, the kindest, the one most willing to show mercy. So how would everything change if her friends, her family, knew she so desperately wished wrongdoing on members of her tribe? How could they understand that it was something she had craved for so long? To know the happiest dreams she has are when she's watching the downfall and tragedy of those who continuously wrong her? It's wrong. She knows it's wrong. And yet it's something she chases after, like a twisted piece of prey.

[polaris.]

username: jay.
name: hauva
Link to thread: tribe of stepping stones
prompt: hauva's greatest wish is to travel up to the mountain range without the assistance of others; the longing to be successful and achieve something they were previously afraid to attempt. whilst they did hold a strong fear towards the mountains as a kit, growing up as resulting in them growing nearer to them, waiting patiently for the day they are finally able to see through with their plan and visit the sacred lands.

[Raptocidic]

username: RupturedRaptor
name: Nour
Link to thread: Skypeak
prompt:
Nour wishes to be stronger. Ever since he was a kit he was always the weakling, being the runt of the litter. He works on his strength and skills all the time but he always seems to be worse and weaker than everyone around him, despite hs bests efforts. He secretly dreams of being unrealistically strong for a cat, even though he knows this is impossible. Nonetheless if his wish could be granted he would settle for just having average strength, he is desperate to not be known as 'the weakling' anymore.

[lucas tazmily]

username: Pufferheart
name: Rose
Link to thread: Golden Park
prompt:

Rose's biggest wish is to have a friend. Just one single friend, and her wish will be complete.
This isn't saying that the other cats who live in Golden Park aren't friendly. The other two cats can sometimes seem to be even over friendly with Rose, when they see her all alone and sad.
But to Rose, these cats aren't friends. They're acquaintances. The only reason those other cats talk to Rose at all is out of kindness. Not friendship.
Rose longs for a good friend. A good friend that she can go up and talk to. With the other cats, she can’t even start a conversation. With Rose being such a shy cat, conversation and just talking in general is really hard for Rose.
When all the other cats are talking with all their friends, Rose feels left out. She has no one to even hang out with. Other cats just assume Rose wants to be left alone when they notice her, so they don’t ask her if she wants to join their group. If you were to ask how it feels, which no ever does, Rose would say that it feels like drowning in sadness and loneliness.
A friend would do wonders for a cat like Rose.

[clouds-move-on]

username: Raincloud the 33rd
name: Lamberto the Second
Link to thread: farview
prompt:
"You wake up - no later than 9 am. Your clothes - they're set on the desk at the corner of the room. Just outside, Margret is waiting. She rings the bell, and breakfast, a mix of leftovers from yesterday - placed on the table. You see your mother wheeled in from the next room. Her face is haggard and you don't meet her eyes. She doesn't smile as she catches them briefly. Your breakfast is hurried and every bite seems unappealing, but you choke it down. You walk to work. You don't take cabs, not after you found gum stuck on the windows."

Lamberto is sitting at his desk writing this. He is writing of himself, and he pauses while writing to survey his comments on his life. He's been recording his life now for three years. He makes a record each sector in each season, at least once.

He flips back some pages in curiosity, and it reads.

"You've awoken at 7 am. Margret has left your clothes on the table at the corner and you dress in a hurry. Margret is already waiting outside, her hair in shambles, but she rings the bell. She does this every day. You go downstairs, the table is set, and your mother is guided into the room by a maid. She doesn't meet your eyes. There's nothing to be said."

Lamberto flips back further.

"- is waiting by the door to ring the bell. Downstairs your mother is seated, but she stares at the food with a blank and dull expression."

He flips again. And again. And finally, the book is thrown across the room in anger.
Three years.
Nothing changes. Nothing but the clothes he wears.
He doesn't want to live in monotony anymore.

edit after contest: used this for level up, won

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Closed, I will judge soon (not tonight)

[SurgeFire]

username: Raincloud the 33rd
name: Lamberto the Second
Link to thread: farview
prompt:
"You wake up - no later than 9 am. Your clothes - they're set on the desk at the corner of the room. Just outside, Margret is waiting. She rings the bell, and breakfast, a mix of leftovers from yesterday - placed on the table. You see your mother wheeled in from the next room. Her face is haggard and you don't meet her eyes. She doesn't smile as she catches them briefly. Your breakfast is hurried and every bite seems unappealing, but you choke it down. You walk to work. You don't take cabs, not after you found gum stuck on the windows."

Lamberto is sitting at his desk writing this. He is writing of himself, and he pauses while writing to survey his comments on his life. He's been recording his life now for three years. He makes a record each sector in each season, at least once.

He flips back some pages in curiosity, and it reads.

"You've awoken at 7 am. Margret has left your clothes on the table at the corner and you dress in a hurry. Margret is already waiting outside, her hair in shambles, but she rings the bell. She does this every day. You go downstairs, the table is set, and your mother is guided into the room by a maid. She doesn't meet your eyes. There's nothing to be said."

Lamberto flips back further.

"- is waiting by the door to ring the bell. Downstairs your mother is seated, but she stares at the food with a blank and dull expression."

He flips again. And again. And finally, the book is thrown across the room in anger.
Three years.
Nothing changes. Nothing but the clothes he wears.
He doesn't want to live in monotony anymore.

congrats! i love how this was told !

giving a runner-up to clip ♡ for a very well-phrased and told story; let me know if you'd prefer a cream, brown, or blue tabby

[clip !!]

akfhkgk thank you for the ru!!
i'd love a cream tabby ;u;