[/nyx.]

Username: bmkmb
Cat Name: Darkmoon
Clan: SeaClan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: male
Age: 19 moons

Prompt: Is it odd that my greatest regret is having... no regrets? It's a bit hard to explain. Each day, I do all my work to the best of my abilities. I strive to catch the most prey for my clan, train my hardest. I try to be a role model and think things through. I'm even our leader's advisor! But, to me, it's nothing special. Yes, I feed my clan, but all the other warriors do that, too. I might train the hardest, but Jayclaw's still our best warrior. Even Meadowsky is more important than me! She's the clan healer. My life is boring. I haven't done anything important, whether was something good, or just a mistake. Maybe one day I can do something that cats can remember me by, but until then, having no regrets is my greatest one yet.

[EchoIre]

Username: EchoIre
Cat Name: Fuji Ashblossom
Clan: SunClan
Rank: Hunter

Gender: Tom
Age: 19 Moons

Prompt:
res with not fighting when he should have

[kamelgirl]

username: kamelgirl
cat name: falconstep silver
clan: none (formerly of rimeclan)
rank: kittypet

gender: female
age: 32 moons

prompt: silver would be lying if she said she didn't love her new life. it's comfortable - no more cold, damp nights spent huddled together in the freezing rain, no more trying to sleep on an empty stomach, no more aches and bruises and pains with no end in sight. she doesn't have to live day to day on what she can catch, and she definitely doesn't have to fight tooth and claw to protect what little she has.

her twolegs love her. they never let her go hungry, play with her every day, and she loves the feeling when they run their hands through her fur. she wouldn't give up being able to nap in the sun all day for anything in the world.

but there's an itch, sometimes. on summer nights, when the breeze is cool instead of biting and the crickets sing in the bushes. when she ventures outside on a rare day and catches the scent of mice. on dark, stormy days when the rain pounds against the window and the voice in the back of her mind, the falconstep who never really left her clan behind, whispers i wonder if they're alright-?

some nights, she dreams of going back. in her dreams, dappledlight's eyes will light up. the young warriors will dance between the pines, chasing each other in their excitement. silverthorn will fret over her before offering her something from the freshkill pile, and the blood will taste warm and vibrant on her tongue. from her den, eveningstar won't say anything, but her eyes will gleam with welcome -

- and then she wakes up. her twolegs stroke her and silver purrs, and lets them rub her the the wrong way without raking them with her claws. she will live comfortably, never having to hunt and fight and bleed for her food, but she will never again taste mouse on her tongue or scent blood on the breeze, and there are no clanmates gathered around her as she slips away each night. somewhere, deep in her bones, falconstep rages at the prison she's built around herself - and every morning, silver will choke back the tides of regret and let the twolegs run their hands through her fur.

[.Lyrebird]

Username: .Lyrebird
Cat Name: Flypelt
Clan: Formerly Strayclan, Galeclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: Sixty-four moons

Prompt:
Flypelt's entire life was regret after regret, a landslide of horrible emotion. Being entranced, romanced by this tom and beguiled to join his clan, then mothering his kits alongside every other she-cat in the clan, or fighting for him, or starving for him, and then finally watching one of her kits be stolen away and instead of the anger Mothstar seemed to show, she only felt *relief* and sadness that her other children couldn't be saved.

Her biggest regret, though, was leaving those kits when she herself finally had enough and made her escape. They'd grown into fine young warriors, but for the wrong cause and, like every other cat in Strayclan, were blinded by Mothstar's charm and ideals of a bright new future, blind to the cruelty any who dared to think for themselves were shown. So Flypelt fled into the mountains, found her long-lost daughter, and joined Galeclan after making their leader promise to do something.

[Wet Bread]

Username: Wet Bread
Cat Name: Rockfall
Clan: Brightclan
Rank: warrior

Gender: tom
Age: 33 moons

Prompt:
Rockfall was in the training hollow with Petunianose and their young kit, Trilliumkit. The kit was still far too young to have left camp yet, especially at night, but Petunianose had insisted on sneaking her out here in the middle of the night.

"Trilliumkit is the most promising of the kits." Petunianose had informed him. "She''s the strongest and the prettiest. We have to start training her now to make sure she is the best cat in all of Brightclan." When faced with the choice of saying no and facing Petunianose's wrath and agreeing and going with, Rockfall caved. He'd rather be there to make sure Trilliumkit was safe than Petunianose bring her out alone and have something happen.

"Straighten your posture!" Petunianose snapped at the kit. She was training her on some rigid battle exercises. Trilliumkit was clearly exhausted and struggling to keep up. Finally, Petunianose let out a frustrated sigh and took a step back. "Ugh, I can't do this anymore." She complained loudly. "You do it." She said, placing her heavy gaze on Rockfall. Reluctantly, Rockfall stepped forward, taking a battle stance in front of his young daughter. Trilliumkit gazed up at him with large, fearful eyes, her whole body shook with a mixture of fear and exhaustion.

Rockfall remembered the last time he came to the training hollow this late with Petunianose. The moonlight reflecting off her fur made it look as if it were glowing and her eyes shone with what Rockfall thought was love. He had been both nervous and giddy as he asked the beautiful she-cat to be his mate. His heart nearly burst when she agreed. He had thought that was the start to a long, fulfilling life together. Now, as Petunianose stared at him with a dark and expectant gaze, Rockfall realized: He wished that night had never happened.

[Neah]

username: kamelgirl
cat name: falconstep silver
clan: none (formerly of rimeclan)
rank: kittypet

gender: female
age: 32 moons

prompt: silver would be lying if she said she didn't love her new life. it's comfortable - no more cold, damp nights spent huddled together in the freezing rain, no more trying to sleep on an empty stomach, no more aches and bruises and pains with no end in sight. she doesn't have to live day to day on what she can catch, and she definitely doesn't have to fight tooth and claw to protect what little she has.

her twolegs love her. they never let her go hungry, play with her every day, and she loves the feeling when they run their hands through her fur. she wouldn't give up being able to nap in the sun all day for anything in the world.

but there's an itch, sometimes. on summer nights, when the breeze is cool instead of biting and the crickets sing in the bushes. when she ventures outside on a rare day and catches the scent of mice. on dark, stormy days when the rain pounds against the window and the voice in the back of her mind, the falconstep who never really left her clan behind, whispers i wonder if they're alright-?

some nights, she dreams of going back. in her dreams, dappledlight's eyes will light up. the young warriors will dance between the pines, chasing each other in their excitement. silverthorn will fret over her before offering her something from the freshkill pile, and the blood will taste warm and vibrant on her tongue. from her den, eveningstar won't say anything, but her eyes will gleam with welcome -

- and then she wakes up. her twolegs stroke her and silver purrs, and lets them rub her the the wrong way without raking them with her claws. she will live comfortably, never having to hunt and fight and bleed for her food, but she will never again taste mouse on her tongue or scent blood on the breeze, and there are no clanmates gathered around her as she slips away each night. somewhere, deep in her bones, falconstep rages at the prison she's built around herself - and every morning, silver will choke back the tides of regret and let the twolegs run their hands through her fur.

I liked the feel of this one. ^^ Congrats!

I'll also be giving an hm to hawkfire102. I liked your form as well.

[kamelgirl]

thank you so much!! and congrats to hawkfire102 as well <3