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Username: wolf ;;
Cat Name: Lostcall
Clan: Rippleclan
Rank: elder

Gender: she-cat
Age: 97 moons

Prompt: "Dayheart, have you eaten?"
The apricot tabby rose her head from grooming as she heard the familiar voice directed at her. The sun had been rising slowly for the past little while, and the dawn patrols had been sent out already. There was only one voice she could decipher of who it belonged to, and it brought warmth to the she-cats heart.
"Rosepetal! You're up bright and early...want to have some time before the kits wake, hm?" she purred, her gaze landing on the red and white cat of the very cat she rose; her daughter.
"Those four sure do tire me out...especially Weaselkit and Ferretkit! They have enough energy to put ten other kits to shame." the red and white pelted queen purred, settling down beside the older cat and dropping a bird by their paws.
"Swiftflame just got back from a hunt and asked if I was hungry...but its far too big for me to eat on my own! I figured you'd want to share it with me."
Dayheart nudged her daughter gently with her muzzle, smiling. "Swiftflame is turning out to be a great warrior. I don't see why I can't share; although I'm sure the deputy will want me on a later patrol. The prey is just starting to come back after the snow-fall season." she meowed, prompting for her daughter to take the first bite, seeing as she provided for four feisty kits. She failed to notice the hardened look on Rosepetal's face.
If only she had taken noticed, perhaps things wouldn't turned out differently - Lostcall remembers the day as if it happened mere moments ago.

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Dayheart had been correct on her prediction, she had been sent out on a hunting patrol as soon as the sun reached its peak. Leading the patrol was her older brother Spiderstone, and tagging along were two younger warriors; Riverwhisker and Ivytooth. The patrol had been, in their minds, a success. Prey was plenty, and Dayheart herself had managed to catch a few mice and a small bird. Perhaps when she got back, she could take something to her daughters kits. After all, it was about time they began to eat prey, and what better way to start that off than to eat a warm, freshly caught mouse?
However, the trip back had an awkward silence fall over the patrol of four cats, as if something was wrong. They all had that feeling; as if something wasn't write, as if they had to hurry back.
It wasn't long before the yowling of cats caught their attention towards the direction of camp, and the patrol ran towards the noise, prey forgotten.
The scene in camp was one no cat wanted to experience.
She saw a cat standing over another, pelts at first unrecognizable due to wounds and injuries. But after hearing the standing cat snarl, Dayheart deducted that it was Berrysplash, and underneath him...
Rosepetal, his mate.
Her daughter.

With the medicine cat unable to save the fallen she-cat, and with Berrysplash being driven out it left Dayheart at a loss. Many cats knew how much she would grieve - her only kit, snatched away from her. Having Swiftflame and his younger siblings helped a tad. It helped her push away her own grief, in order to care for them.
But the tabby she-cat couldn't take it, she knew she couldn't.
Why hadn't she noticed the look on her daughters face that day? Rosepetal had wanted to say something, yet Dayheart never questioned her. She figured things would be fine. How wrong she was.
What sort of mother was she?

Many cats pitied Dayheart, trying to comfort the she-cat. But over the new moon, many cats noticed how she drew back, closing herself off. Even from her own kin.
It came as no surprise when she went to Yewstar and asked to retired. No shock when she felt undeserving of her name.
Dayheart suited a cat who could brighten the mood, who could stand as a true warrior. But she couldn't.
Dayheart decided her own name; Lostcall. A cat who has lost her voice, herself.
A cat never willing to speak again.
She held true to her name.

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Username: wolf ;;
Cat Name: Lostcall
Clan: Rippleclan
Rank: elder

Gender: she-cat
Age: 97 moons

Prompt: "Dayheart, have you eaten?"
The apricot tabby rose her head from grooming as she heard the familiar voice directed at her. The sun had been rising slowly for the past little while, and the dawn patrols had been sent out already. There was only one voice she could decipher of who it belonged to, and it brought warmth to the she-cats heart.
"Rosepetal! You're up bright and early...want to have some time before the kits wake, hm?" she purred, her gaze landing on the red and white cat of the very cat she rose; her daughter.
"Those four sure do tire me out...especially Weaselkit and Ferretkit! They have enough energy to put ten other kits to shame." the red and white pelted queen purred, settling down beside the older cat and dropping a bird by their paws.
"Swiftflame just got back from a hunt and asked if I was hungry...but its far too big for me to eat on my own! I figured you'd want to share it with me."
Dayheart nudged her daughter gently with her muzzle, smiling. "Swiftflame is turning out to be a great warrior. I don't see why I can't share; although I'm sure the deputy will want me on a later patrol. The prey is just starting to come back after the snow-fall season." she meowed, prompting for her daughter to take the first bite, seeing as she provided for four feisty kits. She failed to notice the hardened look on Rosepetal's face.
If only she had taken noticed, perhaps things wouldn't turned out differently - Lostcall remembers the day as if it happened mere moments ago.

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Dayheart had been correct on her prediction, she had been sent out on a hunting patrol as soon as the sun reached its peak. Leading the patrol was her older brother Spiderstone, and tagging along were two younger warriors; Riverwhisker and Ivytooth. The patrol had been, in their minds, a success. Prey was plenty, and Dayheart herself had managed to catch a few mice and a small bird. Perhaps when she got back, she could take something to her daughters kits. After all, it was about time they began to eat prey, and what better way to start that off than to eat a warm, freshly caught mouse?
However, the trip back had an awkward silence fall over the patrol of four cats, as if something was wrong. They all had that feeling; as if something wasn't write, as if they had to hurry back.
It wasn't long before the yowling of cats caught their attention towards the direction of camp, and the patrol ran towards the noise, prey forgotten.
The scene in camp was one no cat wanted to experience.
She saw a cat standing over another, pelts at first unrecognizable due to wounds and injuries. But after hearing the standing cat snarl, Dayheart deducted that it was Berrysplash, and underneath him...
Rosepetal, his mate.
Her daughter.

With the medicine cat unable to save the fallen she-cat, and with Berrysplash being driven out it left Dayheart at a loss. Many cats knew how much she would grieve - her only kit, snatched away from her. Having Swiftflame and his younger siblings helped a tad. It helped her push away her own grief, in order to care for them.
But the tabby she-cat couldn't take it, she knew she couldn't.
Why hadn't she noticed the look on her daughters face that day? Rosepetal had wanted to say something, yet Dayheart never questioned her. She figured things would be fine. How wrong she was.
What sort of mother was she?

Many cats pitied Dayheart, trying to comfort the she-cat. But over the new moon, many cats noticed how she drew back, closing herself off. Even from her own kin.
It came as no surprise when she went to Yewstar and asked to retired. No shock when she felt undeserving of her name.
Dayheart suited a cat who could brighten the mood, who could stand as a true warrior. But she couldn't.
Dayheart decided her own name; Lostcall. A cat who has lost her voice, herself.
A cat never willing to speak again.
She held true to her name.

Me and a judge landed on your form; the story format was cohesive in showing both character, motive, and resolution, and the emotion in your first art piece is well done<3

[StormSerpent]

Congrats!!!!! You deserve her! Your form was AMAZING

Feel free to use my art, I can remove the collar when I get back from vacation (over a week) if you would like! And make any other edits to it ♥️

[wolf ;;]

ahhh thank you so much!! I can't wait to develop her some more!

and thank you for the art!