[.Lyrebird]

Username;; .Lyrebird
Cat Name;; Honeywhisker
Gender;; Molly ( altered )
Age;; Thirty-four moons
Clan;; Galeclan
Rank;; Kitter ( explained here )

Prompt;;
Throughout her young adult life, the then-named Cheerios very much hated kits. They were loud, obnoxious, dumb little balls of fuzz that chewed on her tail and asked too many questions. She went out of her way to avoid the annoying things, and would even snap at them to scare them off. It wasn't until after she had her own litter - much to her housefolk's irritation - that her eyes opened and she fell in love. She adored her tiny family, but unfortunately her housefolk did not. Her kits were torn away from her much too soon, and she was taken to the cutter to be altered so she couldn't have any more kits. It was then she made her escape ( she'd never been happy living in a home ) and went to shelter with the barncat Spider, where she was introduced to the clan and went into the wild with them, finding her place in their nursery, surrounded by kits and helping the mothers as the clan's first Kitter. [ 168 words ]

Story;;
"Honeywhisker, wake up!" Odd... fish didn't usually talk... She prodded one white paw at the fish she'd just snatched from the stream and gasped as it flipped its shimmering body towards her and thudded against her shoulder, shocking her from her dream. Before her, a group of kits sat. One of them stood at her side, purring with amusement.

"Good morning, sleepyfur!" The kit joked, padding over to join his siblings. "Mother told us to ask you for a story! We didn't want to wake you but we got tired of playing StarClan and Dark Forest..." He explained, looking at his paws almost bashfully. Honeywhisker straightened up a bit, nodding.

"Alright... a story then. Let's see..." The molly thought for a moment. "Once long ago... or maybe it was very recently, there was an ordinary herd of deer with one very extraordinary fawn. His name was Cloud, and his pelt was as white as snow!"

"Like mine!" One of the kits piped up, proudly showing off her pale fur.

"Yes, just like yours. Now, Cloud's herd didn't like him much. 'He's a danger to us all!' they claimed, and all members of the herd seemed to want to drive poor Cloud away but his mother protected him because she adored her son. She was highly respected, so the herd left Cloud alone from then on. He grew up distant from the herd, without many friends as the other deer kept their children away from him. But little Cloud remained as happy and carefree as ever, growing up into a strong, proud stag and, eventually, came to lead the very herd that disliked him."

"But why would he stay with the mean herd?" Another kit wondered, and several more agreed.

"Because they were his family. Why should he abandon them just because they didn't like that he was different?" Honeywhisker answered gently, prompting the kittens into silence once more. "Cloud led his herd to a bountiful new grazing land and life was good for a long time, even if none of the herd had yet grown to accept the white stag. One night as they all bedded down, a storm rolled in and fire sprung to life as lightning struck the ground. The herd panicked, lost in the dark smoke until Cloud, his pelt shining through the smog, rounded them up and lead them through the flames and across the river, where they watched the fire devour their home. Once dawn broke and the flames died, the herd turned to look for their bright savior, only to find his pelt blackened by soot and his proud, impressive antlers charred. He had risked everything to lead a herd that had hated him from the moment he was born to safety when he could have just saved himself, and for that they were forever grateful." As Honeywhisker finished, the kits sat in silence for a moment before racing off with exclamations of 'I want to be Cloud! I'll lead the herd to safety!' [ 500 words ]

[cyberdragon725]

Username;; cyberdragon725
Cat Name;; Blaze that Burns Across Skies
Gender;; Male
Age;; 35 Moons
Clan;; The Tribe of Frosted Pines
Rank;; Deputy

When Daystar came into the camp, Blaze instantly knew something was wrong. Very rarely would he see his leader looking so weary and exhausted. He couldn't stand to see her this way. Frowning in thought, Blaze's eyes widened as he began to build a plan. Grinning widely, he stood before rushing towards the nursery to gather the key components to his plan and his little partners in justice.

When Blaze pushed through the mossy vines leading into the nursery, he found himself running straight into another cat. Vixen fell back with a grunt. He quickly moved to get out of her way as she shook off the shock. "What's got your whiskers in a twist?" The she-cat snorted playfully ignoring the kittens giggles behind her. He responded, "Nothing much. Just here to pick up a few... somethings. We've got an adventure ahead of us." He looked behind her to where the two kits were looking up with expectant and excited eyes. Rolling her eyes, Vixen made no move to stop them as the kits rushed towards the tom. Instead she shifted towards the exit as she turned a blind eye to the tom. "Well you kits have, fun on your adventure. Some of us have cats to feed." Her tail swatted Blaze playfully as she left the den. Instead of responding, he turned to the two kits with almost as much excitement as they seemed to have. "Wat aw we gonna do, Bwaze?" One of the kittens asked, the other nodding in agreement. Kneeling down, he brought himself to the kits level. "We've got a problem in the camp, little warriors and it's our responsibility to fix it. Follow me!" He stood and began trotting towards the exits as the kits rushed to follow him. Meanwhile, one kit whispered to the other,"Whats a wesponzebilletee?" Shrugging, the other one giggled. "I dunno."

Their mission took the trio all around the camp with Blaze constantly telling the kits about the imaginary crimes done in their camp and looking for clues to find the culprit. From the destroyed moss ball to Hawk's too cold guard stone, there were all sorts of issues. Suddenly, Blaze seemed to come to a realization. Gasping dramatically, he pointed them towards a bushy gray tail sticking from a bush. "Look, little warriors! It seems someone's hiding! They must be the culprit!" Without hesitation, the kits charged forward with a playful battle cry, surprising Daystar enough so she dropped the prey she was eating. Twisting around, Blaze watched with amusement as a spark of light lit his leaders eyes. "And what do you think you two are doing?" She asked. "Bwaze says thewes a cwime and we fown the cuwpwit!" One shouted with glee as the other added on. "Yea, It ouw wesponzebilletee!" Both cats couldn't help but laugh at the kits as Daystar gave Blaze a thankful grin and responded, "Oh really?" Blaze felt his grin shift into a proud smirk as he simply shrugged.

"Have I ever told you kits the story of the raccoon's tail?" Blaze sat in the clearing, a few tail lengths from the nursery. Surrounding him and curled up beside him, several little bodies wiggled with anticipation as they listened to his words. Blaze hummed before settling himself down and preparing for the story.

"Long ago in the forest of the greenleaf territory, there was a raccoon. But this raccoon wasn't like the ones we see today. After all, this raccoon had no stripes on his big bushy tail."

Gasping, the kits seemed shocked. "No stwipes? How thad possibwe?"

Smiling down at the kit, he said "Well you see, the first raccoon wasn't born with stripes. The first raccoon was a wild fellow. His mate often warned him, 'Be careful running near twolegs. It's too dangerous.' Of course, Raccoon being as stubborn as he was found himself stopping by twolegplace the very next day."

"Oh no!" One of the kits cried as they cried out in fear for the raccoon.

Blaze nodded, a serious yet gentle look on his face. "Oh yes, and just as his mate said, Raccoon was quick to run into trouble. A twoleg had been hunting in the nearby forest and left a loop of rope on the floor. Raccoon didn't think anything of it at first, until he walked over it. And suddenly... SNAP!"

It seemed nearly all the kits jumped in surprise, their fear turning to giggles as Blaze chuckled at their shock.

"Raccoon had become trapped in the rope! Raccoon fought to escape. Hearing his struggles, a little sparrow flew near. 'Oh dear! Raccoon, do you need any help?' The bird asked. Yet raccoon was stubborn and prideful. 'No!' He shouted, 'I'll get out of this trap on my own!' Respecting Raccoon's wishes, Sparrow backed away and took flight. As the sun began to fall behind the mountain, Raccoon felt afraid. Finally, Raccoon managed to free his body... only for the trap to snap around his tail. His cry echoed through the forest, catching the attention of the Sparrow from before. Swiftly flying back, he landed near Raccoon again. 'Raccoon, are you alright? I heard you cry out!' Seeing the Raccoons predicament, the Sparrow gasped. Taking flight, he sang through Raccoons tears. 'Don't worry! I'll find help!' "

"Poow waccoon." One of the kits snuggled closer and he wrapped his tail around it in comfort.

"When sparrow returned, a young buck and wolf followed after him. Raccoon stayed frozen in fear as the buck hooked an antler under the rope. Using his teeth, Wolf slowly pulled it off. Unfortunately, Wolf's fangs would sometimes slip causing the rope to slip and leave marks against raccoon's tail. Eventually, the trio of animals managed to free Raccoon but he could not hide his mistake. Now, all Raccoon's wear the stripes around their tails because of his stubbornness and pride which led him to danger. And that, my little friends, is how the raccoon got it's stripes."

[ilhdc7]

Username;; ilhdc7
Cat Name;; dandelionjaw
Gender;; molly
Age;; 49 moons
Clan;; prairieclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;;

how they interact with kits;; [160/500]

The small kits ran over Dandelionjaw’s belly as she happily watched over the young female’s kits. They were rambunctious. And very eager to play. Her eyes glistened as she watched them fight and play with the moss ball that she made for them, batting it back and forth. She gently pried them apart when they got too rough and swatted their nose if they got mouthy. If one didn’t know, they would’ve thought that she was their own mother. But she wasn’t.

She was an older she-cat that had never found herself a mate, and with time found that the more she grew older, the more she wished she had. So she stayed by the nursery, guarding it when dangers arose, babysitting the kits when the mother’s asked, and protecting the innocent newborns as if they were her own. Dandelionjaw never felt more carefree when she was around kits. Her inner kit coming out herself as she played with them.


short story (scary or happy);; why the eagles hunt the cats [467/500]

"Once upon a time there was a great big eagle, the strongest of its species. He was a majestic creature, and kind too. He protected all the other bids and animals alike. He feared nobody, for his size was too formidable to challenge.

One day, when he was sitting on the top of a tree, a lone cat came to ask a favor. He said, ‘Great Eagle, may I please hunt on your territory? I am very hungry!’

And the Eagle complied, reluctantly. He knew that cats and birds had always hated each other, but this one seemed sincere… and really hungry. He waved his wings and the cat snuck onto the land, ready to start hunting the mice.

The cat, named Bullfrog, was a nasty and mean cat, one that liked to cause mischief and problems for everyone around him. He snickered quietly to himself, ‘Haha, I can’t believe that worked!’ And snuck deeper into the forest. He really didn’t need food, he was just wanting a place to stay.

The eagle, who had been long alone, had finally found a mate when Bullfrog got there, and that following spring, they had a nest and chicks. By then he had forgotten about Bullfrog, the cunning cat, and rested peacefully in his nest. He and his mate would regularly fly out in search of food for their growing chicks and would be gone on long hunts during the night.

One night, Bullfrog, because he had hunting all the other prey, decided to eat the Eagles chicks. ‘They’ll never know it was me!’ He said because he knew they had forgotten about him. The chicks were helpless creatures and he knew where the nest was, as it was in the biggest and tallest tree of the forest. Bullfrog snuck up there while the Eagles were gone hunting, and slowly ate the chicks! ‘Oh how good they tasted!’ He said as he lay in the nest with his belly full. He tried to stand up, but the chicks made his body too heavy to walk and he couldn’t leave. He had made a mistake.

The eagles came back to only feathers, and Bullfrog. They tore him to shreds! The Great Eagle vowed that every other eagle in all of his kingdoms would now come to see every cat as their enemy! He would hunt them until the end of time and teach his children and his children’s children to hunt every last cat!

Bullfrog made a huge mistake, and it has cost us cats thousands of lives. That is why we look up when we go outside, and that is why we keep small kits in the den. Eagles hate us, and they purposely go out of their way to kill cats. So whenever you are outside, LOOK UP!"

[MichelleP224]

Username;; Michellep224
Cat Name;; Flame______ Wip
Gender;; tom
Age;; 52 moons
Clan;;
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;

"Oh, Lionkit..." Flame whispered softly to the sleeping ball of fur curled between his paws. A single tear rolled down his cheek and landed on the nursery floor. It had been just days since his mate, Gullfeather, had died from a snake bite on her daily walk. She left behind Flame and their only kit, Lionkit, who was only one moon old.
Flame couldn't take his watery eyes off of his little girl. She was so beautiful, and perfect, just like Gullfeather. Her fur was soft, the color of sand on a sunny day. And she had her mother's sweet scent.
As a young warrior, Flame had always loved kits. His heart swelled with joy when the kits would come out and play with him in camp. They even asked for him specifically, because he would always play their favorite games. And when he met Gullfeather, he just knew she was the one he could have a family with.
Now, Flame was broken, but his motivation was the tiny bundle of hope that needed him to be strong. Still gazing at Lionkit, he took in every detail about her; the shape of her face and ears, the number of stripes on her little legs, and the color of her paw pads. She was now the most important thing in his life, and he would never let her go.

[PeanutButterRum]

Due to the lack of completed forms I will extend this to the 21st

[grizzly.]

Username;; grizzly.
Cat Name;; Foxsplash
Gender;; tom
Age;; 35 moons
Clan;; [url]PikeClan[/url]
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;;

How He interacts with Kits : Foxsplash loves kits! He'd gladly entertain them and play with them while their mothers go out and stretch his legs. He finds their innocence to be a refreshing remindert that things aren't always all that bad, and that there is indeed some good left in the world.

short story : wip

[cattlegender]

Username;; Pasito
Cat Name;; Bellsong
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 42 moons
Clan;; BlazeClan
Rank;; warrior
Prompt;; The fresh Bellsong.

Bellsong loves kits. He hopes for his own litter someday, so he can brag about his past of being abandoned by his mother than found by Blazestar's mother and adopted. He will only tell it how it is though, of course..--


Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a ravine called Moonfall

In ShellClans' territory born and raised
On the mountains was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all catching those fish outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood!
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in BlazeClan."

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my nest and sent me on my way
She gave me a lick, and then she gave me my nest
I put my coolest face on and said, "I might as well kick it."

First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of BlazeClan living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Moonfall.

Well, the cat landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a rogue standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get killed yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cat and when it came near
The license plate said "Blazestar" and it had mice in the muzzle.
If anything I could say that this cat was rare,
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to BlazeClan."

I pulled up to the camp, 'bout 7 or 8
And I yelled to the skies, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of BlazeClan.

I actually am proud of myself. I'm planning on making him deputy, but atm i can't have one cx

[PeanutButterRum]

ʀᴇᴇᴅғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

username: alokesti | name: reedfeather | gender: tom | age: forty-five moons | rank: warrior | clan: rushclan

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨?

"i have a great love towards kits and i think that love is so big because i cannot have any kits of my own," reedfeather said in reply to the question, a look of sadness and disappoint appeared on his face but he quickly shook the sad thoughts away. "oh, well why can you not have kits, reedfeather?" the questioner asked. reedfeather was not expecting the cat to ask the question of 'why' so he had a look of shock written on his face for a moment before starting the story of his past. ”well, you see i was born a kittypet and i lived with two legs up until i was around seven moons old," reedfeather took a breath before continuing. "and they took me to this very cold and odd smelling location one day, it was actually quite frightening, I could hear the barking of dogs and the painful yowls coming from other cats.” the questioner interupted reedfeather a frightened look had appeared on his face, "oh my, what happened next?" they said, obviously very curious to find out what happened to reedfeather.
"i actually do not remember much but i do remember feeling a little drowsy and all of a sudden i was back at the twoleg den. it was like it all was just a dream, except is was not," reedfeather said with a chuckle. "i know this can all sound a bit confusing," he added with a shrug. "but the next day i felt a dull pain in my nether regions and i just understood that i would never be able to have a litter of my own," reedfeather finished up his story. "woah," was all the questioner had to say.

[word count - 286/500]

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨?

"now young ones, i am going to tell you a story of how the sun, the moon and the stars all came to be," reedfeather said, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement to tell his story to the young kits. he tried to keep in a chuckle as they all stared up at him, wide eyed and bush tailed. "please don't make it a scary one, reedfeather," small voice mewed in the back. "don't worry, lionkit, i won't," whispered the orange warrior. "in fact this is a love story," explained the warrior and the looks he received from the tom kits made him belt out a throaty laugh. reedfeather nestled down into his leaf and moss strewn nest so he could be comfortable while telling his story.

he began: one time, long ago, they were these two cats. a gorgeous silvery colored she-cat and this large, blazing orange tom cat. the two cats hardly ever got to see one another fore they were always awake and asleep at opposite times of the day/night. even though they hardly got to see one another they still fell madly in love, the orange tom said that she was the most beautiful she-cat he had ever laid is fiery eyes on and the she-cat thought the same of him. the only time the lovers get to see each other is when a solar eclipse happens which only happens every once in a new moon.
....but each time the couple gets to see one another they have a litter of kits. they have millions and billions of kits and their kits are known as star kits or just plain stars. the star kits never grow up to be a moon or a sun but they do live a fascinating life. the first and largest star is known as the north star and rumor has it that she was the sun and the moon's favorite and most cherished which is why she is so much larger.
another legend is that "shooting stars" are just the kits playing with their siblings!

reedfeather stood from his nest once he finished is story, his eyes grazed over the small kit's faces. "i wanna be a star kit!" shrieked a she-cat which received mews of agreement from the other she-cats. "i want to grow up and be strong like the sun cat!" meowed one of the tom kits. "i am glad everyone enjoyed the story but now you better pitter patter along before a...BADGER comes and gets you!" reedfeather shouted, leaping at the kits. he rolled on the floor, chuckling as they all jumped, a little frightened at first. once the kits collected themselves they all leaped onto a laughing reedfeather.

[word count - 458/500]

The formatting and overall story telling of this made me smile, it was so interesting and descriptive while not dragging on too long that is wasn't fun to read.

[dimi.]

Congrats!

[cattlegender]

Congratulations! c: