[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Hazelfeather
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Hunter
Clan: LagoonClan
Age: 50 moons
Prompt: sorry i went over the word limit by like...225 words...

+ Copperflight

Hazelfeather padded into camp, the fresh fish dangling from her jaw.

Seastar came over and asked, "Where did you get those fish, Hazelfeather? I sure hope it wasn't from the sacred lagoon."

Hazelfeather's blood froze, heat rising in her ears. She'd forgotten. It must have slipped her mind. But that was stupid. It shouldn't have been forgotten. I mean, come on, the clan was named LAGOONclan. Of course the large body of water was sacred. Who knows what Seastar would do to a disrespectful cat such as herself. Perhaps...

"I found a small river that flowed into the lagoon. So it wasn't technically lagoon water than I fished in." Seastar nodded and told her to tell the Hunters where to find the river. Hazelfeather forced herself to take a deep breath as she dropped her prey into the prey pile. The Founder of LagoonClan was speaking to Copperflight and Smokestorm, who were just about to go on a hunt. They stopped and looked at Hazelfeather. Oh crap. They walked over and asked her, of course, where this new river was. They asked her to show them. The she-cat was panicking. But she just a newcomer. A kittypet taken in. She couldn't just TELL them she broke one of their most sacred rules! She'd be thrown out like trash.

Nervously, Hazelfeather smiled and flicked her tail, padding into the fern-dense forest.

After wandering around, pretending to the best of her nervous and shaky abilities that she knew where they were going, Hazelfeather finally declared that they were lost. Copperflight sighed and rolled her eyes. Smokestorm just took a deep breath and sat down. The she-cat was anxious. They clearly didn't like walking around for no reason.

Then an idea struck. There might not have been HER river, but there could still be A river. If I'm gonna tell the truth eventually, I might as well soften the blow with a treat. "Hey, guys, I think I know where we are! The river should be just over..." She quickly padded to a seemingly solid wall of ferns and poked her head through. "Here." Her stomach came alive with bright bubbles popping inside, happiness swarming her. She'd found an actual river! The water rode over smooth stones and carried twigs and leaves. Underneath the surface were small minnows. The farther downstream you got, the bigger the fish were. Copperflight bounded up beside her and leaped to the other side of the river, excited to get fishing. Smokestorm nudged Hazelfeather, and gleam in his eyes telling her that he knew more than she had told. Pushing the thought of the respected Hunter tattling on her, Hazelfeather let herself bask in the glory of not only avoiding the hard truth, but also finding a new food source for the clan.

After a good long time of fishing, the cats came back to camp. Seastar proudly announced they'd have a fish feast in honor of Hazelfeather. The Founder even let her make a speech on the River Rock.

"Uh, hello LagoonClan...Listen. I'm really thankful that you guys took me in." Her fellow Hunters looked up at her with gratitude. "But, there's something you should know. Yes, I did find the river. However, the first fish I brought in, I caught in...the lagoon." She paused, waiting for an eruption of hateful comments and hisses. "I'm sorry, I really should have paid more attention to the rules and the freaking NAME. I--I understand if you don't want me here anymore..." Kestrelspeck, a Warrior, started snickering. Smokestorm, sitting next to her gave her a nudge. The she-cat's voice grew louder as she burst out laughing, falling backwards.

"HAH! No -giggle- cat ever -heehee- respects the -HAH- LAGOON! We drop trash in there all the time! Only grumpy old Seastar thinks it's holy!" Kestrelspeck laughed some more, then took a deep breath, looking around at all the cats trying not to giggle or smile.

Hazelfeather was confused and looked at Seastar. The Founder just shrugged and finished her fish. Well, now I feel stupid. The she-cat jumped down and took a couple minnows from the pile. Copperflight walked over to where she was sitting, licking her lips. "It's alright you know. Everyone makes mistakes. But we ain't gonna just throw you out." Hazelfeather smiled as Copperflight gave her a couple quick licks between the ears.

[SushiFoxx]

Username: SushiFoxx
Cat Name: Swanwing
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: https://toyhou.se/Sushifox/characters/folder:2183891
Age: 19 moons
Prompt:

Swanwing sat on a rock shifting her paws nervously grumbling to herself, she had just lied that she saw a fox on their territory when the clan asked her where she had been. In reality, she just lost a bird and didn't wanna admit it. She was one of the best hunters and didn't wanna risk loosing her status. She knew once the clan found out she told a blatant lie she would be in trouble, big trouble to say the least. She whined to herself as Smokewing came over and confirmed there was actually a fox. Swanwing blinked in amazement, she hadn't actually *seen* a fox.

[Gravis Cordis]

Username: Gravis Cordis
Cat Name: Lynxfury
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Sharpclaw
Clan: Lightclan
Age: 17 moons
Prompt: Slate panted, blood rushing in her ears as she ran from a huge lynx with her tail streaming behind her. She noticed an abandoned twoleg home nearby, the walls crumbling but climbable. Hauling tail, Slate hoisted herself onto the first portion of the crumbling wall, the lynx hot on his trail. Just as she reached the top of the wall, Slate turned and saw the lynx reaching for her with outstretched claws. Just as its large paw grazed her fur, a cracked sounded from below the lynx. With a yowl of surprise, the lynx slipped from the wall. The rock below it had broken apart from the wall! The predator plummeted to the ground, where it landed with a thump. Slate descended from the wall after a few minutes of silence. Now back on stable ground, Slate examined the lynx and realized it had died. She had only managed to scratch it a few times, and she was already bleeding from several wounds. It was a stroke of luck that the larger feline had fallen. The she-cat stood there for a few minutes, panting and struggling to collect herself. She'd never encountered a lynx before...nor had she run so hard and so fast. This was the first life or death experience she had ever faced. A sound to her right alerted Slate to another presence nearby. She looked up, eyes narrowed, and ears flattened threateningly. Her fur bristled, making her large form appear even more frightening. From the treeline, a group of three cats cautiously emerged. The leader of the group was a blue and white tom with scars running across his pelt. Flanking either of his sides was a caliby she-cat and a classic tabby tom. Slate growled lowly at the cats, still very much on edge. The scarred tom glanced between the lynx and Slate, green eyes wide. "Did you kill that lynx?" The caliby had an expression of awe on her face as she smiled at Slate. "You must be a great fighter...we heard the commotion from halfway into the forest." Slate's fur slowly smoothed down, and she looked down at the lynx. This must look like a mighty battle to these three cats. It...it wouldn't hurt to milk things a bit. These cats thought he had killed a lynx! Slate had always wanted to be a hero to wittle kitties. "Uh...yeah, I did. It was a terrible battle, but I managed."

Those words made Slate's next four moons AWFUL. She foolishly accepted the invitation to join Lightclan, the leader, Lightstar, saying they could use good fighters. From there, Slate ran into a fox while on a border patrol with his clanmates. She froze. She couldn't bring herself to attack the fox. Thankfully, Rapidstrike and Blazingtrail managed to drive it away from Windchaser, but Slate, now named Lynxfury, felt terrible. Rapidstrike stormed up to Lynxfury, eyes ablaze with anger. "Why in the name of Starclan didn't you help us!? Windchaser nearly got killed!" Lynxfury, in a moment of fright, started 'coughing' uncontrollably. She had already been crouched on the ground, but from there, she collapsed further, faking a coughing fit. For several minutes Blazingtrail fretted over Lynxfury. For a few moments, Lynxfury lay panting on the ground before she lifted her head, tired from using her breath to 'cough'. "I-I'm so sorry." She broke off in another fit that lasted for a few more seconds. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you...I have-" Lynxfury cleared her throat. "I have a condition...it makes it hard for me to breathe sometimes." She winced and struggled to get up. "Ughh...my chest hurts. I'm so...sorry Windchaser." She coughed some more, wheezing slightly, and got to her paws. Rapidstrike huffed, "Okay...we should all get to the gentlepaw's den then. We need to get medicine for that cough." Lynxfury leaned on Blazingtrail for a moment until she caught her breath. would she...have to fake this illness now? All because she lied about killing that lynx? All because she didn't really know how to fight?

[aglassman]

Username: Aglassman
Cat Name: Delilah
Gender: F (she/her)
Rank: Rogue
Clan: Shattered StoneClan
Age: 28 Months
Prompt:
Pebble already knew about the party that The Stones had thrown after finding a whole bag of warm burgers last moon. After all, she had been there. Delilah had even told her about the fling--with the dapper rogue, under the moonlight. But what Delilah had been hiding until now was... “I’m pregnant.”

Her friend nodded and went, “Okay, okay, cool, let’s go to Granite. He’ll help you get the kits into a home.”

Delilah’s stomach tightened. I don’t want... The momentary discomfort disappeared from her face and was replaced with what she hoped was a tough but flippant smirk. “I don’t want my kits to have the soft life of a kittypet. They’re going to be special. They’re my kits, after all. I’m tough. I can raise them right.”

Her friend’s face softened. “Oh, Delilah…” She gazed around, as if for support, but it was only the two of them. “Look, tell you what. We can go to talk to Granite. No--you don’t have to commit to anything. Let’s just ask him what to do.”

They both know that this was how things were done in The Stones. The Twolegplace streets were hard, even for an adult cat with her wits about her, and food was scarcer than ever. Twolegs happily took mother cats in, giving them warm food and shelter until the kits were weaned, and then releasing them back to the streets with a tipped ear and an almost supernatural resistance to illness. These tipped Queens were some of the toughest and most respected rogues around. Only... sometimes the kits wouldn’t come home with them. A lot of the time they would! Granite himself was one such kit, rehomed down the block and easily able to slip out the door. But sometimes the Twolegs would take them far, far away, and if the rogue gang ever saw them again, they were… changed. Soft, like true kittypets. Happy in their warm kitten-homes. These cats would never come home.

Delilah... Delilah was a tough molly. She never imagined motherhood for herself. If anything, she would joke about dropping them off at the Twolegs’ and bringing home some tough little scraps who she would teach to chase dogs. But now, she wasn’t sure. She could feel the warm little creatures curled beneath her heart, and she found she liked the sensation.

She didn’t tell any of this to Pebble. It wasn’t her style.
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They were back at The Stones’ hangout now, striding up to Granite’s court. The small tortie tom flicked his ears and prompted, “Well? Pebble tells me that you’re expecting. But she also tells me that you don’t want my help finding a kit-home. Why not?”

Delilah’s face contorted back into that silly nauseous expression. “My--my ears are too beautiful to be cut!” she blurted. Oh, mouse droppings, she cursed in her head. That was even stupider than what she had told Pebble before.

“What?”
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[DarkestWerewolf]

Username: DarkestWerewolf
Cat Name: Belial
Gender: Male
Rank: Spy
Clan: Wild’s Calling Clan
Age: 35 moons
Prompt:

Belial is a spy, sent forth to infiltrate, join the ranks and relay information back to his clan. The job is dangerous, requiring a good amount of acting and able to successfully return the information back home. There was one particular mission that stood out the most, spending nearly 2 years in the enemy’s clan.

How did he do it?

He purposely let himself be found along the outskirts of the clan, beaten and starving. Naturally, the guards went to him and questioned his identity. Belial was a good actor - fantastic even. With a betrayed and exhausted look, he told them he was exiled by his clan as he got into a nasty scuffle with the higher-ups. The guards didn’t immediately take to him but after days of begging and trying to slither his way into the clan, he was finally granted permission to do so.

Belial was elated and soon joined the ranks of their warriors and would become second-in-command before his betrayal. Hypnotic blue eyes, charming smile, cunning words and tactful responses aided in his job. He was quick to gain the trust of his fellow warriors and formed bonds with them. He trained with them, fought with them and spent time with them. Throughout the course of the 2 years, they would constantly engage his clan in small battles and scuffled. Despite being apart of his clan, Belial showed no mercy in his attacks. He had to make it as believable as possible.

While he dreaded engaging his clan in battle, it was one of 2 ways that Belial would use to relay information. What would look like mocking whispers to agitate the enemies were in fact shushed information. He’d attack and do the same procedure to a few of the warriors, information scattered around and he trusted that the warriors of his own clan were smart enough to piece it together. Another way was through a parrot, a small rolled up scroll slipped into a fruit that would be left out. The parrot was part of Belial’s clan and would bring the fruit back with the information inside.

When the day the betrayal came, it was bittersweet. It was a big fight with a lot on the line for both parties but when the enemy clan realised that Belial’s clan was more than prepared, Belial stepped forward.

“I truly enjoyed my time with you all. The laughter we shared. The many times we suffered during training. All the pranks we pulled and the times where we’d collapse on each other at the watering hole. I thank you for taking me in 2 years back. However, I always had somewhere else to call home.”

The pained and betrayed look on his enemies’ was bittersweet. Belial wasn’t lying when he said he enjoyed being in their company but he was loyal to his clan and it was part of the job. The battle ended quickly with a landslide victory for Belial’s clan.

[northie]

Username: cqnstellations
Cat Name: bristleshard
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4567680
Age: 7 years
Prompt:

bristleshard was an experienced liar. like a spider, she easily spun a silky web - one of lies that her clanmates easily got trapped into. it was only natural for her, finding a sweet sense of control from her words, clanmates consistently falling for what she says.

but this time was different. a little lie had been twisted and moulded into a a fire that threatened to seep into the clan, destroying her name and her web. she couldn’t allow it. bristleshard had told a rogue about how much she hated the deputy and her lie to a rogue about her being a former rogue herself,the deputy had successfully cornered her, repeating her little rant word to word. seething with anger, the deputy had promised her that her exile would be swift, she can join that rogue and leave this place. only to be met with laughter, manic and sickening, as the toms eyes glossed over. convulsing on the ground, she smirked as he slowly stopped moving, his chest heaving one last time.

the rogue had helped her, for the sweet price of becoming a clanmate.

a bird called out, which was copied by bristleshard, and the rogue appeared before her. the pair dragged the body across the ground to the waterfall, dropping the body, breaking bones echoing in the wind. the rogue ran ahead, throwing himself into the river. she had returned with both bodies dripping, cries of her clanmates upon seeing the deputy. of course, the clan questioned the rogue on why he should be able to join, which he answered

“she was a rogue too, why would you deny extra paws?”

liar. liar. the clan called her out and she looked at her paws with a heavy breath before looking at her clanmates.

“this rogue nearly died rescuing our late deputy, he would’ve wanted him in our ranks. besides, i do need my kits father around”

the rogue looked at her with confusion, the clanmates looking at her with both anger and pity. the leader sighed, before touching the rogues head.

“very well then. we shall hold a vigil tonight to honour our deputy, and celebrate bristleshard’s good news tomorrow.”

cheers and cries from the clanmates filled the camp, the rogue nudging bristleshard out of the camp, looking at her with annoyance. he was brimming with anger, ready to burst when she placed a paw on his. with a smile, she just looked at him with a smirk.

“i know of a molly who is expecting. we can catch extra prey, faking this should be easily, ill just ‘kit’ out of camp, unexpectedly ready to kit.”

she was composed, emotions unreadable as the tom placed his nose on her head, laugh rumbling through his chest.

“well aren’t you a troublemaker miss bristleshard, i applaud you.”

(470 words, edited bc i clicked submit early)

[Flatterina]

Username: Flatterina
Cat Name: Raha
Gender: Female
Rank: Authority
Clan: The Choir
Age: Three
Prompt:

“Raha, that must have been terrifying! I’m sorry you had to witness that, I really am. Please know I’m here for you and always will be whenever you need me, alright?”
Raha closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, and nodded, burying her nose in her best friend’s fur. The other cats hadn’t been sure how to comfort her and hat kept their distance so far, but Areva always knew what to say to make her feel better. She had even stopped shaking so hard, and now only shivers coursed through her every now and then when her thoughts wandered too far back in time.
Areva nudged her shoulder gently. “I’m truly sorry, but Phaesto told me to ask – you saw the badger kill Verita, right? Phaesto said the wounds looked kind of weird, but I told them we’ve never had anyone hurt by a badger before, so how could we judge what’s weird and what isn’t, right?”
Areva chuckled, but there was still a tinge of worry in her eyes as she looked at Raha. Raha narrowed her eyes as she returned her friend’s gaze. “I’m not sure what Phaesto’s implying, but yes, it was the badger. I saw it, Stars! Why must you make me relive this?”
“I’m sorry,” Areva meowed gently and started purring quietly.
Raha couldn’t appreciate the gesture. She had gone cold inside, staring at the healer den’s wall, trying not to betray her feelings. Because Areva couldn’t notice how scared she was.
The badger had killed Verita. It had to have done it. She hadn’t seen it, that had been a lie, but she had no other explanation – or at least no other that she would accept into her heart.
When she thought back to what had happened only a few hours ago, she had to admit she didn’t remember much. She had been out hunting with Verita, and the two of them had been surprised by the badger. Desperate, they had tried to fight it off, but it had been stronger than the two of them, had hurt Verita and cornered Raha. Then, all she could recall was a terrible sense of danger, a fear, and then something breaking inside of her.
When Raha had come back to consciousness, she had been smiling. Fur had stuck between her claws and blood splattered over her pelt, and both the predator and her friend had been dead. Whose blood was it? She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to, ever. Numbly, she removed Verita’s hair from her paws and blew it towards the badger.
What had happened to her? She shook her head, but nothing came to her. There was only blackness, and the feeling of an abyss deep inside her, an emptiness she was afraid to take a close look at.
Shaking, she took a step back, then another, until she was running back to the camp, faster and faster until her lungs burned and every breath hurt, trying and failing to outrun herself.

[allynabean]

sorry about the wait guys, this one was so incredibly hard to judge, everyone had amazing forms aaa!!

congrats to ethium! your form was so good and so heartbreaking and really stood out to me, i love the tone of it so much!!

i'd like to give Vinson a RU!! your form was very good and funny to me,, rip eveningbriar

HMs to quirky;, SushiFoxx, Gravis Cordis, aglassman, DarkestWerewolf, cqnstellations, and Flatterina!!

[ethium]

AAH !! TYSM OMG!!

I really loved reading through everyones forms and congrats to Vinson on the RU!!
(+f eveningbriar the things we sacrifice because we want to steal our mentor's mate..)

[Vinson]

ahh congrats y’all, and thank you for the RU!