KIT: blue
Username: Chanceuxcat
Cat Name: Charkit (-> Charpaw -> Chartear)
Gender: he/him (dmab)
Rank: kit -> apprentice -> flame tamer
Clan: ScorchClanAge: 4 moons
Prompt: Found in the charred remnant of a redwood tree, "Charkit" was the obvious choice. The dark young tom later earned the "tear" suffix from the light fur around his eyes and his habit of staying close to the flames he lights so his eyes don't tear up from the smoke.
(50/50 words)
1-3 common edits: pointed ears, minimal fur edits, diamond shaped pupils (and if possible to have NR edits I'd love a scar or two on his cheek and possibly an ear notch?)
1 uncommon edit: longer muzzle
Eye colour: golden yellow (like
this cat's if possible)
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KIT: green
Username: Chanceuxcat
Cat Name: Gullkit (-> Gullpaw -> Gullstrike)
Gender: he/him (dmab)
Rank: kit -> apprentice -> force/ember
Clan: ScorchClanAge: 5 moons
Prompt: A star gift. Two fathers asked for a kit and Starclan graciously delivered. The kindess of a stranger, a rogue who agreed to birth the kit along with her own. He was born. The rain fell.
Another mother in the clan fed him. He grew stronger, eyes opening to gaze around into the world around him. The ferns sheltered whomever from the rain. He never needed them. The rain was his.
An argument. He walked into their fight, watched as one of his fathers stomped away. Only a tiff. Shouldn't have been worrisome. Yet the rain beat harder. His father didn't return. The whole clan heard his cries, but when they arrived to investigate, his father was gone. The kit and his other dad curled up close that night. The storm grew.
He couldn't stop thinking about his father. He grew under the care of his dad, his remaining parent. He grew curious. Only a bit of blood had remained at the site of his father's disappearance. Something had happened. He can figure out what.
He sits at the border of camp. He waits to become an apprentice. To be able to exit camp and find his father. He waits.
(200/200 words)
1-3 common edits: min fur (cheek fluff/ back of head/neck fluff), pointed ears, ear tufts (that fold like a caracal's if possible)
1 uncommon edit: long tail
Eye colour: warm orange yellow
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KIT: pink
Username: Chanceuxcat
Cat Name: Toastedkit (-> Toastedpaw -> Toastedcheese)
Gender: he/him (dmab)
Rank: kit -> apprentice -> collector
Clan: ScorchClanAge: 5 moons
Prompt: wip!
1-3 common edits: pupil edit (larger), long whiskers
1 uncommon edit: medium fur edits (on cheeks/head, chest, and tail, making them pretty fluffy)
Eye colour: yellow
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KIT: purple
Username: Chanceuxcat
Cat Name: Pinekit (-> Pinepaw -> Pinemelt)
Gender: she/her (dfab)
Rank: kit -> apprentice -> sar (search and rescue)
Clan: ScortchClanAge: 5 moons
Prompt: A misty breeze whisks through the trees, branches swaying high above the fern undergrowth. Pinekit sneaks through the ferns, hiding under the leafy fronds, careful to stay out of sight. If any of the flame tamers catches her this deep in the burnzone, she'd only be a warrior before she'd be able to leave camp again. But that cant happen. Because one day, Pinekit will be the best gatherer ever! Once the flametamers have a nice fire going, Pinekit (for she'll be so wonderful and famed after she catches her first batch of prey that she'll have to keep her current name ) won't let any prey escape, not even the smallest shrew!
Pleased with her bright path ahead, Pinekat smiles. But what's that smell? Smoke!
Not alarmed in the slightest, Pinekit runs toward the acidic scent, positioning herself a little ways from the growing flames. She's ready for her future to begin now!
Cries interrupt her concentration and a mouse slips past her. Pinekit doesn't notice it, ears perked in fright. That's a cat yelling out and it's cries are coming from the blaze! Without a second thought, the kit dives into the heat.
Red and gold twist all around her, heat making her pant. But Pinekit runs through, all thoughts of being seen spinning away like smoke. The tabby comes into view, backed up against a tree. Not a Scorchclan member, but a cat just the same.
"Help! Please!" he wails, eyes focusing on Pinekit.
"Follow me," she commands him, grabbing onto his kittypet collar and beginning to drag him when he stands rooted to the spot. Weaving through patches of blazing forest, the small kit leads the kittypet into the cool day, smoke free air circulating through their lungs.
Perhaps... perhaps being a gatherer isn't her true calling.
(300/300 words)
1-3 common edits: short whiskers, sleek tail, min fur (back of front paws)
1 uncommon edit: shorter ears
Eye colour: pine green (like #259c60 maybe?)