[spideysense]

Username: spideysense
Cat Name: Pricklepelt
Gender: female
Rank: deputy
Clan: Merrowcrest cats
Age: 5yrs
Prompt: Frequently snatches fish, ice cream and other goodies from the farmers’ market. She’s mastered the art of a sneaky approach and hasty getaway. Twoleg children are her favorite target, they’re smaller and easier to distract (oh no)

[elliott.]

username: elliott.
cat name: eggtuft
gender: female [she/her]
rank: scout
clan: the hawthorns
age: one year
prompt:
okay, she never meant to be mischievous. it was an accident! or, well, multiple accidents. that she didn't prevent.

it started with her forgetting to change out sageflake's nest when she cleaned out everyone else's. she caught her mistake as soon as she stepped out, but she was hungry, and the hunters had just brought their fresh catches in. that night, he ended up with a stick prodding his side, and he didn't say the nicest words to her in response.

this had her pelt prickling. so, she redid his nest... but she kept the stick.

and she did it, over and over again.

because he could never say she didn't clean his nest -- she did. she just added a stick each time.

[Embergleam]

Username: Embergleam
Cat Name: Wanderwing
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: In The Wake Of Giants
Age: 5 years
Prompt:
Wanderwing mmmmay have started a war by accident.

See, Wanderwing lived most of his life as a loner. He survived in the gaps between clan territories, surviving off the scraps that clans overlooked. It wasn't an easy life by any stretch of the imagination, but it suited him right down to his bones. Settling down meant... well, setting down roots, committing to one way of life in one fixed location. It meant abandoning a thousand possible avenues of escape in the hopes that home field advantage would carry the day. The very thought made Wanderwing want to retch. No, his freewheeling lifestyle might have gotten lonely now and again, but it meant he could always run from his problems if they began to overwhelm him. What kind of fool would give that kind of freedom up?

Then he found Fawnleap, and all of that shattered like so much lake ice come the thaw. Fawnleap was gorgeous, yes, a living tapestry patched together from leaf-fall's finest colors, but what he remembered most vividly was her kindness. How many Clan cats would interrupt their patrol to greet an unfamiliar loner? How many of those would go one step further and inquire as to their health, their safety, their happiness? Precious few, and almost none of those would return a few days later to check in on him again. But Fawnleap was different- different enough to care.

Wanderwing fell head over heels in love before he had a chance to catch himself.

The poor cat might've been smitten, but he wasn't stupid. Even he knew better than to waltz into a Clan camp proclaiming his undying love. No, if he planned to meet Fawnleap on her turf, he'd need to get sneaky. So he came up with the most dunderheaded scheme he'd ever concocted: creeping into Clan territory under cover of darkness, hoping to... impress Fawnleap with his Mad Skillz? Catch her somewhere they could speak in private? He wasn't entirely sure, really, but surely he could figure it out on the fly!

Unbeknownst to Wanderwing, he wasn't the only orange and white tom crushing on Fawnleap. A pair of orange tabby brothers from a neighboring clan had developed feelings for her as well. They'd begun lingering where the two clans' borders met, hoping against hope the object of their affection would traipse by. Fawnleap's clan hated it, of course, but what could they do about it? It wasn't as if the twins were actually trespassing. They were always painstakingly careful to stay on their side of the border.

At least until an orange tom got caught where he shouldn't have been.

Wanderwing got cocky, and it very nearly got him killed. He was so wrapped up in creeping closer to the Clan's main camp he neglected to keep watch for changes in the wind. The next thing he knew, two Clan cats erupted from the grass, hissing and spitting fit to be tied. He bolted, but not before both Clan cats managed to rake bloody gouges in his pelt. Adrenaline gave him wings. He beat the Clan cats to the border, very nearly bowling over a pair of unfamiliar orange cats in the process. The poor bemused twins yowled after him, asking what the blazes he thought he was doing-

And then howled in pain as the furious Clan cats fell upon them in a blur of claws and teeth.

Wanderwing kept running until his legs failed him, and never once risked a glance backwards. No one and nothing, not even his beloved Fawnleap, was worth walking back into that hornet's nest. Let those unfortunate orange cats take the fall for his... indiscretion. He was going to get while the getting was good, with a bare minimum of scars to show for his misdeeds.

Moons later, word reached him that Fawnleap's clan had gone to war with their neighbors. More stomach-turning still, each side blamed the other for instigating the conflict. One side insisted the other had trespassed; the other countered that two of their members had been attacked unprovoked. Now the two clans were tearing each other to shreds, oblivious to the fact the true agent provocateur was already long gone.

Wanderwing's never really forgiven himself for his 'joke' gone awry. He may have had the best of intentions, but we all know what they say about the path to Hell.

[Sylvi_mads]

Username:Sylvi_mads
Cat Name: ataxia
Gender:male
Rank: warrior
Clan: 6 Mangroveclan
Age: as old as the mangroves creation
Prompt:
For a god, this cat isn’t very extravovant. A matted coat, dirty paws and a chipped tooth are the bare minimum. Why is he down here anyways? Arent the gods meant to be up in the clouds? How did one get into the clans? And why on EARTH is he in such a low level as a warrior? A common legend in the clan goes a bit like this. “Ataxia, the reaper of chaos and god of misfortune disguised himself as a great dragon. He went on to terrorize the clans, sweeping through trees and into camps in the dead of night to swoop and gobble up the poor cats. However, when his true self was revealed, Ataxia was cast to earth by the goddess of harmony. His punishment was to live as one of the clan members for 1,000 years. Forced to work with the lowly, and pushed off of his high horse. He is now used as a model to terrorize the disobedient kits. “If you dont eat all of your food, the great dragon will snatch you up and swallow you whole!” Mothers would say to their children as Ataxia made his way by. Some people have claimed to seen the shadow of a dragon with him. Others say he’s confused or insane. But truthful or not, its clear that Ataxia holds a great deal of power- even as a lowly warrior.

[jay.]

extending until the 27th as per request! (27th-28th)

[Aresthehomo]

Username: Aresthehomo
Cat Name: Everblaze
Gender: Male
Rank: Big 4
Clan: The Wildings
Age: 8.5 years old
Prompt: The air hung thick and heavy in the heart of the woods, a symphony of rustling leaves and chirping insects a constant backdrop to the lives of The Wildings. Everblaze, a towering tomcat with a pelt the color of burnished copper, paced restlessly near the den entrance. His cold-colored eyes, usually sharp and keen, were clouded with worry. He could hear the chatter of the clan members inside, but it was overshadowed by the deafening drumbeat of guilt in his heart.

He had been the youngest of the litter, a mischievous kitten with a penchant for adventure and an underdeveloped sense of responsibility. Back then, the forest had been a playground, each rustle a potential mystery, every scent a new adventure. It was in this reckless spirit that he had stumbled upon the hidden spring, a place of crystalline water and ancient magic that The Wildings held sacred.

His elders, wise and weathered by the battles of the forest, had warned him against venturing near the spring. They spoke of its power, of its ability to heal and curse in equal measure. Everblaze, fueled by youthful curiosity, ignored their warnings. He dipped his paw into the cool water, fascinated by its shimmering surface. In that moment, a surge of energy coursed through him, and the water turned a sickly green.

The elders, alerted by the change in the spring, arrived just as Everblaze stumbled back, his paws trembling. The water, imbued with a malevolent energy, had turned the once-thriving spring into a toxic pool. The elders, enraged by his reckless actions, cursed him with a mark that would remain until he cleansed the spring of its poison.

The mark, a swirling green stain on his left shoulder, was a constant reminder of his transgression. It had been years since the incident, years of living with the shame, the guilt, and the fear of facing his elders. He had grown into a strong warrior, a leader among the Wildings, but the mark remained a heavy burden.

Today, the elders had called a council meeting. Everblaze knew why. They had sensed the waning of the forest’s magic, the gradual decline of its strength. The whispers, once vibrant and powerful, were growing faint, and the elders believed the poisoned spring was the root cause.

Everblaze entered the den, his head bowed, his tail dragging on the forest floor. The eyes of the elders were upon him, their gazes filled with a mix of disappointment and hope. The oldest elder, the wisest of them all, spoke in a voice that echoed through the den, "Everblaze, we call upon you. You are the only one who can cleanse the spring of its poison."

Everblaze felt a surge of fear, but it was quickly superseded by a wave of determination. He had spent years running from his past, but now, the time had come to face it. He knew the task would be difficult, dangerous even, but the fate of The Wildings hung in the balance.

"I will do as you ask, Elders," he said, his voice firm despite the trembling of his whiskers. He knew that the journey to cleanse the spring would be a test of his courage, his strength, and his loyalty. The mark, the symbol of his past transgression, would guide his path, reminding him of the price of his youthful folly. He would face the poisoned spring, not as the reckless kitten he once was, but as the strong tomcat he had become, ready to bear the burden of his past and redeem himself in the eyes of his clan.

The journey to the spring was arduous. Everblaze had to navigate treacherous paths, fight off hungry wolves, and face the whispers of his past, which echoed in the rustling leaves and the gurgling stream. But fuelled by his newfound resolve, he pressed on, his eyes fixed on the prize – the purification of the spring.

Finally, he reached the poisoned spring. The air around it was thick with a sickly sweet smell, and the water shimmered an ominous green. He knew that cleansing the spring wouldn't be easy. He had to find the source of the poison, the very essence of his folly.

He spent days searching, listening to the whispers of the forest, feeling the faint pulse of the magic within the spring. Finally, deep within the spring's depths, he found it - a small, green crystal, glowing with a malevolent light. It was the source of the poisoned energy, the residue of his reckless act.

With a deep breath, Everblaze plunged his paw into the cold, poisonous water. The pain was searing, but he endured it, his mind fixed on the task ahead. Slowly, he extracted the green crystal from the depths of the spring, holding it aloft, its malevolent light fading as he did.

As he lifted the crystal, the spring started to rumble. The water shifted, its green hue slowly fading, revealing the crystal-clear depths of the ancient spring. The air around it felt cleansed, the whispers of the forest returning with renewed vigour. Everblaze had done it. He had cleansed the spring, redeemed himself, and restored the magic of the woods.

He returned to the den, the mark on his shoulder now faded, replaced by a faint scar, a testament to his journey of redemption. The elders greeted him with smiles, their eyes shining with pride and relief. Everblaze had faced his past, redeemed his mistakes, and proved his worth as a leader. The woods were revitalized by the cleansed spring, would flourish once more, and Everblaze, forever marked by his past, would forever be remembered as the tomcat who cleansed the spring and brought magic back to The Wildings.
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[Baobabel]

Username: Baobabel
Cat Name: Cleverclaw
Gender: Male
Rank: tbd
Clan: SecludedGlade
Age: 3yr
Prompt:
When Cleverclaw was a freshly appointed apprentice and still called Cleverpaw he was feeling superior to the kits he recently left behind. He was an apprentice now! So old and smart compared to them! He enjoyed the look of awe on their faces after the ceremony. Cleverpaw wasn't truly mean spirited, but he liked feeling important. Enjoying the attention, he soon started "leading" the kits. It started small. After his own lessons, he would come back and teach the kits what he himself had just learned. Continuing to enjoy the adoration and obedience he started to amp things up. One day, when one of the kits mentioned he was almost old enough to become an apprentice too, Cleverpaw panicked. He didn't want to share. So he decided to set up a challenge to knock this kit down a peg.

"If you're so ready to become an apprentice, I bet you wouldn't have any trouble passing me test" he challenged the younger cat. Of course, the kit wanting to impress Cleverpaw jumped at the opportunity. Cleverpaw's challenge was to leave the camp, track a trail left by Cleverpaw, retrieve an item, and return unaided. Cleverpaw left first with the kit soon trailing. Eventually Cleverpaw returned back to camp to wait for the kit. His originally plan had been to shadow the kit's but the kits swagger had bothered him so he decide the kit could make it back on his own. As time ticked by though he began to get worried. It was now three times longer than Cleverpaw had been out, he definitely should've been back by now.

At this point, the queen who had left the kits in Clever's paws returned and quickly realized a kit was missing. She rallied the camp. After making Cleverpaw admit what he had done to everyone, the clan split of to track down the kit. Cleverpaw was ordered to stay behind. He quickly went from feeling so smart and tricky to eaten up with guilt. His mind began thinking of all the different things that could harm a kit. He hadn't even been taught about tracking, or death berries, or anything! Cleverpaw realized he left his own ego inflate and was treating the kits poorly. Not just because he was bossing them around but because he forgot what they were. Kittens. Impressionable, eager to please, untrained, snack-sized being that should've been his responsible to protect, not boss around.

By the time the adult returned, kit in mouth, Cleverpaw was totally distraught. His fur was sticking all which ways and as soon as he saw the kit he broke down, started crying, and asked for forgiveness. Luckily the kit was over all fine. Hungry, tired, dehydrated, and lost but nothing that a meal and sleep wouldn't fix. Cleverpaw had other punishments for this stunt but the biggest lesson was internal. His tricks could have real consequences.

[jay.]

Username: kyeza
Cat Name: foxglove
Gender: cismale
Rank: warrior
Clan: the chasm
Age: 45m
Prompt:


"—sardonyx! watch where you're going, would you!"

a muffled huff echoes down the lantern-lit tunnel, promptly followed by the scraping of metal on stone. "kinda difficult when you're dragging a massive bucket backwards down the hall, nimwit!" the bucket clanks into the wall just short of a millionth time, liquid inside sloshing alarmingly close to the edges. tiny flecks of blue splatter onto stone incriminatingly. "why don't you give it a go, hm?"

the light wavers as an exasperated foxglove tosses his head, lantern swinging wildly. "you literally volunteered yourself for this job."

"so!? i'm unvolunteering myself right now. good luck!" sardonyx banters back, and although fox knows there's no real bite to his bark, he can't help but play along. "you little—! get over here before i dump this on you instead!" his little brother yelps as he reaches threateningly towards the bucket.

"i'm going, i'm going!"

and though it takes them ridiculously longer than it should have, the brothers do eventually make it to their destination. the ledge they wind up on looks down on the festival setup below. a slow, yet steady stream of cats pass by, all carrying a variety of decorations and other various... important things.

now all they had to do was wait. and wait... and wait.

"are you sure maple won't miss her face paint?" sardonyx questions eventually, without turning from his vantage point. foxglove chuckles. "nah, she didn't even notice. she has so many buckets of blue dye that she won't be missing this one. plus, we can always help her make more after. it's worth it."

"you best believe you'll be making more! she'll have us mixing dye until the day we die for this one, fox."

he lets out a strangled snort, "she'll get over it."

they lapse back into a comfortable silence as they watch for their cue.

and, after what seems like forever, sardonyx finally leaps up. "there!" he whisper-shouts, turning to his brother with the widest of grins.

fox locks onto their targets. viperstrike and hoarfrost meander closer to where the brothers lie in wait, checking in on the progress below and carrying with them supplies for their own tasks. they were the perfect targets, really. their inevitable outrage and retaliation made it all the more worth the effort.

"aaand three, two, one... go!" with a grunt and a shove from fox, the bucket tips over the edge; it goes tumbling down, its contents surging out full-force in a tsunami wave of blue dye. the bucket itself clangs as it goes crashing into the stone floor. it rolls away guiltily, as if taking accountability for the incident at hand. the dye, however, has a mind of its own.

all the girls below can do is gasp as they're utterly drenched in paint. they freeze, dropping their mouthfuls of supplies in bewilderment. they attempt to shake the paint from themselves—to little avail—before they look up for the source of the situation.

covering his mouth with a paw innocently, fox muffles his snickering. "oops!"

and then it clicks. their faces morph into twin glares as they lock onto the culprits above. "FOXGLOVE. SARDONYX." hoarfrost squawks in rage, viper still rendered speechless.

"ladies, ladies," fox taunts. "settle down, would you? you're making a scene."

finally knocked out of her stupor, viper's face reddens beneath the sea of blue she's been submerged in. "SETTLE DOWN?!" she shrieks, "I'LL SETTLE DOWN WHEN YOU'RE SIX FEET UNDER, YOU LITTLE—!"

fox whips around, howling with laughter. "run!"

congrats on the new cat!! heres to hoping foxglove continues to cause problems
would also like to award a hm to Embergleam and Aresthehomo !

[kyeza]

AAAA THANK YOU!! he absolutely will dw o7