[Skiller]

username: Skiller
cat’s name: Thistle
archive link: Here.
conversation: Last conversation:
Thistle trudged through a wide green field with grass that concealed his glistening armor. He had left his den in the morning when the sky was purple and the air was cool with mist, but now the sun heated his armor enough to make him melt.
In the waves of heat, he saw another cat whose stature resembled a dead tree. He called to her. "You there! Where are you traveling from?"

The cat prickled like a pufferfish. "W-what are you?"

Thistle reached out and smiled. "A friend, I hope."

"No, no." She shook her wing at him like he was a fly to be chased away. "I do not make friends with rocks. Not anymore."

"What happened to the last rock you befriended?"

The cat shook her head hard enough to knock her brains out. "Down the lake. Someone skipped Jerald across the lake and he sank," her voice cracked and tears gushed from her eyes like a dam letting go, "and he sank like a rock!"

Thistle patted her back and let her cry. He became suddenly aware of the life around himself; grasshoppers chirping, a flock of blue birds in the sky ahead, and the breath that came out of his lungs in heavy waves. The cat pulled away and wiped her eyes. Thistle reached his paw out again. "My name is not Jerald and I am not a rock, but I can be your friend."

The cat shook his paw. "I must go now." She started to leave, then spun around to stare Thistle in the eye. "I do hope you don't sink."

He laughed. That might have been a threat or a warning, but he took it as a joke.

[Alizba]

username: Alizba
cat’s name: Silver Wolf
archive link: Here
conversation: First conversation:

Silver Wolf was sitting guard at their den that was In front of some old overgrown stone statue. They have not seen another cat in a few moons now. Far off though it looks like the grass was moving.

"Who is walking on to my lands!" Silver Wolf yelled to the moving grass.

"Sorry, to bother you I can leave. The name is Mint by the way." Mint walked up and spoke.

"You do not need to leave my lands as long as you are not a threat. So, I must ask what you do on my lands?" Silver Wolf asked.

"I only came looking for a story. You see I don't know what I want to do with myself so I'm seeking the stories of others out." Replied Mint.

"A story you say. Well, I have none. No cats will come to these lands for many moons to come. For you are the first I have seen in a while." Silver Wolf spoke with pride of keeping cats off their lands.

"Well, if you have no stories then what is your story? Why do you sit all alone for moons to come?" Asked Mint.

“I... I do not remember?” Silver Wolf then looked behind them. “I know moons ago the stone statue was great to my clan. They had asked me to watch it, but I don't know why.” He said with sadness in his eyes. “That is the only story I can share.” Silver Wolf now looking back at Mint.

“Why do you not ask your clan? For I am sure they know why.” Mint looked confused.

“Asking them? I wish that was possible, but I don't know who they are anymore as they left back before the statue was covered in green.” Silver Wolf replied.

“Why don’t you come along with me on my travels then? We might be able to find your clan and why is this statue of importance to your clan? Plus, I think it's time you see more cats. This statue looks like it has seen better days” Mint said with joy now in their eyes.

Silver Wolf looked back at the stone statue before speaking “Very well young cat show the way.”

Mints eyes lit up as they quickly started walking in a random direction. With Silver Wolf right behind them.

[waterglow]

username: waterglow
cat’s name: Aurebesh
archive link: <3
conversation:

The night was cold and damp as the sliver of a crescent moon drudged warily across the speckled sky. A young she-cat stalked through a tall patch of grass, her brown fur melding into her surroundings in the gloom. A hare sat munching herbs, unsuspecting it was being tracked, when in the blink of an eye a large silver beast clattered towards it. In a flash the hare had disappeared back to the safety of it's den.
"Is your brain full of mud?" the she-cat hissed as she leapt from her cover. The beast, a grey tom clad in freshly shined silver armor, slumped into the field and stared blankly.
"Were you there the whole time?" he seemed genuine.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes..." His dust colored eyes peered at her from beneath his helmet. He shook it off to get a better look at his unexpected companion.
"What business could you possibly have hunting with all that armor on?"
"What business is it of yours to ask?"
"Its my business that your clanking just drove off my dinner."
"In that case I'm sorry, believe me when I say I had no idea you were stalking the same prey. It's difficult to scent as well under my helmet."
"Fine. Just be more careful hunting so close to my territory."
"I will, my apologies again." He meowed his apology and goodbye and turned away, even in the dull light of the waning moon his metal coating shimmered as he took off into the night. Notos hoped she'd seen the last of him. She returned to the cave empty handed and tried to push away the growls of hunger as she drifted off to sleep. She awoke to the first strands of light drifting through the cracks in the ceiling, the hunger in her belly returning the second she opened her eyes. Padding down the slope from her nest to the entrance of the cave she picked up a scent... her pace quickening instinctively as she recognized the sweet smell of fresh-kill. She thought she may be imagining it but reaching the mouth of the cave she was pleasantly surprised by the sight of a plump hare.
"I hope this somewhat makes up for my mistake" mewed a familiar voice. Notos looked on in shock at the silver tom then fixed her gaze back at his offering.
"I'd say we're even now." She couldn't help but smiling as she spoke. "Why don't you share it with me?"
"I'd love to!" His response was quick, it was obvious this was his only catch and yet he'd offered it freely. Once the two had eaten their fill they sat lazily in the morning sun and chattered on and on, a friendship growing with every word.

[thelabradorr]

username: thelabradorr
cat’s name: Kaereth Stoneforged of the Hollow Peak
archive link: here
conversation:

their first conversation

At the base of the Citadel Pyrethorne, before the trials began. When names still held potential, not weight.

The chamber was carved from obsidian and memory. Firelight pulsed from the ceiling like a slow heartbeat, casting flickering reflections across the mirrored stone floor. New initiates waited in silence, cloaked in expectation.
Kaereth stood still near the eastern wall—silent, heavy, watchful. Armorless, but no less immovable.

Nirakos arrived like smoke. Hood drawn, eyes already calculating. He moved like he knew the room belonged to him—until his gaze caught on Kaereth.

He spoke first, of course.
“You’re the Hollow Peak boy.”
A beat.
“I thought you’d be... louder.”

Kaereth didn’t blink. His voice, when it came, was low and flint-edged.
“And you must be the one they whisper about in wrong rooms.”

A pause. Nirakos smiled, sharp and soft. “They whisper about me in every room.”

Kaereth didn’t smile back.
“Not all rooms are worth entering.”

Nirakos tilted his head, studying him like an unfinished riddle.
“You believe in the Trials?”

Kaereth looked past him, to the ancient flame that floated in the center of the chamber — the First Ember, said to remember every name ever carried by dragonkind.
“I believe in what comes after them.”

Silence stretched, not tense — just long enough to settle into something solid.

Then Nirakos stepped forward, standing beside him instead of in front.
“You’re stone,” he said quietly.
“And I’m shadow.”

“We’ll see which endures.” Kaereth replied.

“Or,” Nirakos mused, almost to himself, “if both were meant to burn.”

They said nothing more that day. But from then on, when Kaereth stood still, Nirakos often stood nearby.

And the world never quite knew whether they were foes in waiting
or the only two creatures left
who truly understood one another.

[SquareBug]

username: SquareBug
cat’s name: Basalt
archive link: Link <3
conversation: First conversation a-go!

It was not through misfortune that Basalt met Anemone, though Basalt would often lament that it was.

Basalt soared through the sky, wings beating steadily against the cool ocean air. His armour, a comforting weight, pulled him down towards the waves. As he dipped closer to the water, he scanned the horizon for any sign of trouble. The sky was quiet. Peaceful.

It didn’t last.

“WOAH!” A blur of blue and orange streaked past him, looping around in a dramatic arc before settling into a glide beside him. Basalt startled slightly, putting a little distance between himself and the new guardian. “Look at you! All shiny and serious, very knightly. Are you a knight? You’ve gotta be a knight.” Other questions burst from the stranger's mouth as they closed the gap that Basalt had created, flying right beside him again.

Basalt flicked an ear. “I am,” he answered, ignoring all the other questions.

“I knew it!” The stranger grinned, wide and toothy. His fur was painted with orange and cream. “Well, my name's Anemone! Fastest flier in… well, pretty much anywhere, if you ask me. Not that anyone has. Yet. What’s your name?”

“…Basalt.”

“Basalt! Like the rock? Solid. Sturdy. Kinda dark and mysterious. Very fitting. Sooo…” Anemone tucked his wings and spun through the air, disappearing somewhere below Basalt for a moment before reappearing on his other side, falling back into place with ease. “What’re you doing out here? Questing?" Anemone asked, before a blinding smile split across his face. "Brooding? Trying to look cool? ‘Cause, buddy, nailed it.”

Basalt sighed. “Patrolling.”

“Patrolling!" Anemone parroted. "Are we looking for bandits? Dragons? Sky sharks? You ever see a sky shark? I haven’t. I might’ve dreamed of one once. Still pretty sure they exist.” Anemone squinted at him.

“No,” Basalt answered simply.

“Good.” Anemone nodded sagely. “I would not want you to have to suffer the horrors of a sky shark, my dear Basalt.” He flew in silence for precisely three seconds. “I'll join you on your 'patrol', fend off any sky sharks.”

Basalt frowned. “That will not be necessary.”

“Of course not. You're big and strong, I'm sure you could take out a sky shark all on your own.” Anemone grinned. “I’ll be quiet.” He paused. “I promise. Most of the time.” His wings beat faster, darting ahead before twisting back to fly upside-down, staring at Basalt with wide, eager eyes. “Adventure!”

Basalt closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly. When he opened them, Anemone was still there, chattering happily.

The sky stretched out before him, peaceful no longer.

“Mercy,” Basalt muttered.

[gracetaiga]

username: gracetaiga
cat’s name: Mister Sirs
archive link: <3

conversation: [first meeting]
…..[reads like a play, 115 words total]

Sea Spray: rounds a tight corner of a rock outing, suddenly meeting a hard wall of metal: "ouff."

Mister Sirs: "Hey watch where you're goin' squirt!"

Sea: "ehe, sorry sir." .. "I mean hey! I'm older than you think!"

Mister: "It's Mister Sirs."

Sea: "Huh?"

Mister: "My name."

Sea: "..that's-... do you like it?"

Mister: quiet and still in his armor, before removing his helmet "Ya know kid, I don't think there's ever been any cat that's asked me that."

Sea: starting off mumbling, “Not a kid, but really? I mean, personally I’d feel pretty weird if Mister Sirs was my name.”

Mister: chuckling, “Yeah, it’s not ideal, but at least my last name ain’t “Ma’am’s”

[NightWolf950]

Good luck, wasn't able to fully get what I had in mind outninto the world lol.

[~HєуRєι~]

username: ~HєуRєι~ + 398665
cat’s name: Hale
archive link: x
conversation:

Hale's blood boiled as much as the sands hearing of Roulette's failure to her squad, paws pounding against the dusty ground he raced forward before launching into the air.

What was she even thinking by toppling that pillar!

His heaving breaths readied his rage to reprimand such reckless behavior, just as he had time and time before.

She knows better! Knows not to cut off roads, to purposefully bring danger to a squad, even to risk her own life carelessly.

Just outside of the local settlement they had been tasked with helping, dense cacti serve as a natural barrier to save resources for further protection, guards stood watch just outside of their camp. Even so Hale knew they just shrank to a smaller number than they could afford to be.

"I've returned from my visit, and heard of the collapse, let me through," tone commanding respect and swift action, and so the guards obeyed. Diving towards the medical bay, Hale could taste the chaos and distress. Injured limbs, and even worse some injured wings, and unscathed stood the culprit. Rage seethed in his eyes as he approached, still choosing to clamp his teeth and help the overwhelmed medics first.

The more Hale helped, the more wounds were noticed. Not all were recoverable.
Some of these cats will have to retire because of her negligence.
That was of course, the best case scenario. Not all made it out of this disaster.

After hours of tireless work, now far lower on supplies than intended, now needing to make a request for reinforcements- Hale returned to his tent and sent a call for Roulette. The golden and red cat joined swiftly, knowing what she had done caused her visual distress as she arrived. She had to have known what would come next, this wasn't the first time she had caused trouble but it sure will be the last.

"Roulette. Step inside," Hale's armor clanked as he shifted to give the recruit some space to move, before closing the tent's opening to allow for some privacy. However... his voice was all too loud for the cloth walls to muffle.

Roulette spoke, "Sir, I-"

"You know why you're here."

The air was tense, and it was obvious Roulette would rather flee.

"You caused immense disruption and destruction today, even more-so than you usually have."

"Sir-"

"You do NOT get an out this time, Roulette. You have cost lives and livelihoods today for your fellow recruits that you were tasked to PROTECT! Out of ALL of your plans that you could've come up with, it was the most impulsive and reckless option available- and I KNOW you know better!"

She could hardly meet his gaze.

"And I should not have trusted you."

A long silence, both knew their part in this. And now it was his time to end any future suffering.

"You are to leave tomorrow morning. You will be sent with basic supplies, but leave everything else here. Understood?"

Roulette nodded.

"You are dismissed."

[500 words]

[spiders]

mark,,,,

[wolfpack12]

username: wolfpack12
cat’s name: Ronan
archive link: Here
conversation:

"I know who you are, slayer!"

Those were the first words Ronan was greeted with at the campfire. Watching as the newcomer slowly emerged from the shadows of the woodland surrounding them.

Turning away from his unexpected guest, the armored tom continued to tend to his fire."That's no longer who I am anymore", he responded. Listening rather than watching, as the newcomer settled down somewhere on the opposite side of the flames.

"And yet you still wear their armor"

He wouldn't openly admit it, but those words alone had cut far sharper than any claw or blade.

"What do you want?", Ronan gritted out. Keeping his gaze fixated on the fire in front of him. As if the flames themselves would burn away the memories of his actions. That the smoke would block out the faint scent of blood. But they never did.

"You know this land, I need you to help me and my group travel through it and to protect us should we happen to run into any danger. Unfortunately we can only offer what little currency we have left", the newcomer explained. That got his attention. Lifting his gaze to once more look at his uninvited guest, he noticed that the newcomer was a young tom. His long dark grey rosetted tabby fur had seen better days, and his body was covered in scars. Far too many for someone his age. But what stood out to him the most was the newcomer's one good eye. It's orange gaze was filled with a mix of sadness, desperation and exhaustion. What happened to this group? And what did this young tom go through to get those scars?

A sigh snapped Ronan out of his thoughts, and he watched as the other glanced away with what seemed to be a look of guilt.

Or was it shame? It was hard to tell with the flickering light of the fire.

"I can't guarantee a warm welcome"

Ah.

"I wouldn't expect one"

It was the truth. Ronan really wouldn't blame anyone from the moon mountains for wanting nothing to do with him. Not after everything his old group had done.

But isn't this what he wanted? To begin anew?

To help instead of harm?

Ronan sat there in silence as he weighed his options, before finally coming to a decision."But if it's help that you want, then I don't see the harm in lending a paw", he said. Watching as the newcomer's one eye seem to brighten with hope.

This young tom had offered him a second chance, he'd be a fool not to take it.

"Name's Ronan by the way, what's yours?"

And for the first time that night, he saw the newcomer smile.

"Callahan"