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Username: jester ;;
Name: Nettleclaw
Gender: Molly
Rank: Elder
Clan: xxx

Prompt:

wip qwq

[dimi.]

2 day warning! <3

[ataraxic_gone]

Username: dewly_noted
Name: FennelShore
Gender: female
Rank: Cove Mother
Clan: beachclan

Prompt:

The waves on the beach cascaded bringing with them a new soul. The ghosts from their ancestors ReefClan, held the body until it was safely on shore, releasing onto the edge of BeachClan's camp a young soul from strange waters. The Coast Guard flew from their night stations and pulled the she-cat onto dryer lands. She choked out breathes, as the scar along her face bled slow and true.

The gentle sound of waves reaching onto the shore before retreating was the first sound the ghostly cat ever heard. The sound of the ocean lapping land causing her to stir to life. Around her, the world slowly spun into existence as she opened her eyes wide and wild. The cat who would come to be known as FennelShore did the first thing that came to mind- she screamed. It was a scream of panic- a scream of pain. Her lungs ached, her eye was sore and she couldn't remember who she was.

She'd lost her memories.

Her scream awoke a sleeping figure in the corner of the den, a she-cat approached tentatively whispering comforting words, the first of which caught FennelShore's attention and lulled her ever so slightly.
"You are safe here."
Those four words were repeated like an anthem and eventually, Fennel calmed her outcry into bubbling hiccups and quiet sobs. SageDapple, the clan's foremost healer, gently leaned into this new souls pelt, lapping at the tattered fur, to comfort the stranger. As the Coral Whisperers den became silent FennelShore spoke up.

"I don't know who I am."

There was always a silent hope that FennelShore would remember who she was- what she wanted in life, where she had come from but she never did. She wandered the camp, bruised and battered, always looking lost, eyes scanning the horizon for some hope of change.

After a while of being nameless wandering their camp SageDapple took it upon herself to scry the ocean water and search for a name to call the she-cat. She called the new cat Fennel, FennelShore. For her scent and for the way she arrived.

In time her lack of experience would lead her away from trying to be a Wave Runner, instead, she settled with becoming a cove mother helping raise kits as she struggled with finding who she was. She still isn't all that sure who she is, but she knows one thing, this place is home. [403/1000]

[cyberdragon725]

“Some things were better lost than found.”
~Stephen King

Username: cyberdragon725
Name: Echo of The Distant Storm
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior/Hunter
Clan: The Tribe of Frosted Pines

Prompt:
Empty. All I've ever felt was empty. Even as a kit I looked upon my clan with a gaze of disinterest, uncaring of the events around us. I grew up indifferent to the struggles of my clanmates and, as I reached the age of an apprentice, I found myself to be quite different. Often alone, I watched on and I realized just how bored I really was with the life I had been given, constantly surrounded by fools with no understanding. Every day it was the same thing over and over, never changing, just a continual cycle of the mundane. When I was named a warrior, named Echostorm, it all began to change for me. He entered the clan. The only one who could match me. He was intelligent, brilliant even. His interest with myself was obvious, taunting words sent my way and often I felt his eyes boring into my pelt. I was more than willing to reciprocate, eager to please and to hold his interest. I was infatuated.

Those first moons were incredible. Every waking moment I spent with him and even within the depths of my dreams I found myself drawn to his cool blue eyes and overbearing confidence. For once, I felt satisfied. Though it was far from filling the emptiness within me, I felt like I could be content in this life with him. How foolish I was. It was the fourth moon when I noticed his attention drifting to other she-cats. Then he left me, despite all that I had dedicated to him and all that our future could be, he abandoned me. I felt the emptiness become deeper. I was confused, angry, absolutely furious. Others brushed off my anger, complaining that I was overreacting. They told me to move on, forget him and live content with what I have now. I knew they were just idiots, fools who were fully complete to live their lives day to day with no care for how they affected those around them. It was that day that I decided I would be just like them only, rather than seeking to find myself, I only wanted to watch the world burn. They would pay... He would pay for what he had done to me.

This feeling intensified when I realized I was carrying his kits. I would've given anything right then to be rid of him completely but it seemed the world wanted to mock me further. Three kits were born, only one survived. One that far too much like it's wretch of a father. Light blue eyes, a gentle and handsome young face, I felt the fury rise within me every time I looked at him. His father tried his best to see the young kit however I was quick to deny him. If he would not stay with me then I would not give him the pleasure. This kit was mine and would be raised as I see fit. After all, looking into those eyes I saw the same emptiness held within mine.

As he grew, I realized several things quickly. He was smart, quite smart though often too trusting. His smile attracted the gazes of all around him. He may have inherited my quick wit and perception of the world but there was one thing I was quick to discover. He was just like his father. Starclan must truly hate me. This time though, I would utilize these abilities to the fullest. I began to manipulate Bluekit, allowing him to help build the clans trust of me. He would come to me and introduce me to his new friends. I would smile and tell him I'm glad he was making new friends and I knew he would not question the way my eyes shimmered in malicious glee. As he got older though I found my frustrations begin to grow. He began to become rebellious, pushing against my demands with all the strength of a rebellious kit. By the time he was an apprentice, I felt him slipping from my grip. I knew I needed to remind him of his... responsibilities.

If others discovered his reminder, they did not say anything. Those rebellious looks he sent to me became glances of fear. He trembled when I neared and no one could seem to understand why. I had broken him and now I knew I could bend him as I pleased. At least, I should've been able to. After he discovered the truth about me, he began to spend more time with his father. It wasn't long until he and I got into an argument again, this time over my responsibilities. He tried to force me to leave Bluepaw alone however I had committed too much. Bluepaw was mine.

Bluepaw was around 8 moons old when I was named clan deputy. I remembered watching the fear on his and his fathers face when my name was called and I watched in glee how my son flinched as I stood beside the leader. I never predicted that at my new placement in the clan, my son and his father would flee. I remember acting horrified when I discovered this though inside my fury burned. I determined I would go 'save them', leaving behind the clan to track them. It didn't take long to catch up, they hadn't gone far after all. I attacked swiftly, ignoring Bluepaws cries as his father told him to run. The battle was not an easy one. As he began to tire I made a final strike, wincing but committed despite his claws reaching across my face. His body fell with a thump as I stood triumphantly above him. Never before had I felt so... alive. I had finally found myself in the fear of another.

I followed his trail to the edge of a territory. A tribe deep within the mountains. Knowing he stayed, I grinned. I had finally caught up.

[cyberdragon725]

Can I request an extension on this, please?

[dimi.]

Can I request an extension on this, please?

Since this ends today, no, as I prefer a 24 hour prior asking for an extension.
Sorry! Just finish up as much as you can ;v;

[dimi.]

Someone else requested an extension, so I will be extending this to March 1st.

In the future, I prefer extensions to be asked for at LEAST 24 hours prior to the date. However, with this extension, it will NOT be judged until several days after the end date; so please be patient.

[dimi.]

to say that this form was chilling would be an understatement. i adored how it was written, and the animated aspects on each piece really enhanced any emotion the writing portrayed. it was an absolute delight to read through this form, congrats on dustfoot!

i will be awarding an HM to cyberdragon. the quote at the top of your form really tied into the story well, and the impact the style of writing has through being written in first person is stunning. congrats on this HM <3

Username: SurgeFire
Name: Dustfoot
Gender: trans male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: AsterClan

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"and look! why, she looks frostbitten." the queen curled her tail around the mewling kit. "look at that black ear— and her tail! why, she's such a pretty one."

(here before-- vashti bunyan)

and such was so.

"there is a legend, of the reincarnated souls; they say how the frost of the afterlife tinges their fur, and darkens them with the memory of the past; these are the lost souls, these are the ones who came before."

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(what i sent is part of my entry; not linking it here because... i don't want to end on someone's cringe comp)

[SurgeFire]

AAAH TYSM!! I love him so much and i will take such good care of him omg
i p r o m i s e i probably won't go with my original plan with what i said on the discord xD i'll protect my boy... i promise


Congrats on the HM, Cyber!! I actually loved your story reading it before c