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Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat Name: Tadpole
Gender: she-cat
Age: 13 moons
Clan: NocturneClan
Rank: Warrior

Prompt:
When the rain falls, it floods certain parts of their valley, making big, muddy pools. As they are on elevated ground they are usually not dangerous to camp, unless the river gets too big. On these smaller scale, but still very wet, storms, Tadpole mimics her name; slipping and sliding into the waters as if she were indeed a young frog!

Chickenpoppy awoke one night when the storm hit a crescendo. He nearly whacked his head on the roots above him, thunder making the dark den light up rather suddenly. It was in the shadow of this light he saw an eerie shadow; a cat was up, and frolicking in the storm.

Curiosity struck him- he was up and out of the den, not too bothered by the rain. He could see it was Tadpole, the young cat skirting away from the camp at an even, quick, but balanced pace- not slipping despite the mud. With a small smile on his lips, Chickenpoppy followed her, letting her lead him to a small slope, where, to his surprise, she purposefully slid down.

She was a natural in the water like her namesake; this he new. But it seemed it went further than that as the she-cat giggled, splashed, and fully enjoyed getting wet as she slid, tumbled and swam down slopes and in deeper crevices were the water collected well. He was quick to join her in her merriment, the two wrestling in the mud until the sun began to rise, and the clouds cleared away.

[Divantae]

Username: Divantae
Cat Name: Quicksilver
Gender: Male
Age: 121 moons
Clan: The Crest's Edge
Rank: Wisest (elder)

Prompt:
Rain pattered against the walls of the camp, producing an otherworldly call only occasionally interrupted by a rumbling growl. His tail curled atop his paws and twitched with each scratching of branches against the hollow shell of camp. His bright eyes flashed to the window, which was slightly cracked from the strong winds of leaf-fall, then to the hallway to his rear that was shrouded in shadow, but alive with chatter. Quicksilver continued to glare at the crack in the window, loneliness biting him with all other wise in the heart of the camp, except for himself.

His duty was to watch the crack and report back when it finally gives way and floods the den. It seemed easy, until he actually was doing it. At first, he napped, but that only provided for a few hours of the storm. In his dwindling attention, he would make up games and fantasies in his head. His favorite consisted of him being a young kittypet who traveled the world with his owner, though he's never known that kind of life, having been a scraggly stray on the streets. Another fantasy, more realistic to him, included a younger version of him travelling the city, saving and helping cats who needed his help, separate from any clan. Still, the reality was that his bones were brittle despite his unwavering spirit and he was chained down to this clan. The most he could do now was help the younger cats.

After a while, Quicksilver started mumbling curses at the rain, then it escalated to him raking his claws against the hard floor. No longer did the rain bother him, however. His thoughts were now directed instead to the clan which forced him to do ridiculous things such as this. Narrowing his eyes, he left the den with a lashing tail, grimacing one last time at the window.

[mewmew.]

Ends tonight! Make sure you get your last minute edits in!

[mewmew.]

I really loved how you described the storm and how he felt through out the story. Congrats

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Lightningpaw (Lightningshadow)
Gender: Tom
Age: 10 moons
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Apprentice (warrior)

Prompt:

Grass swayed, rocking side to side like the small waves which formed on the lake. The birds had grown quiet - the hares and squirrels were tucked away in their burrows. The world held its breath, knowing what was to come with the early darkness of the sky.

He walked alone in the silence, his pelt ruffled from the argument he had hosted only a few moments ago. His paws were heavy on the ground, crushing and pushing blades of the tall grass to make room as he marched along, only half of his focused resting idly on the hunting task he had set out to do. More than anything, he wanted to get away and breath.

His mentor wasn't the most agreeable cat. Brightstorm was very opinionated, and her methods of teaching him were frustrating and confusing. Their most recent argument was about hunting - particularly finches. The she-cat insisted that being in a tree was the better option, so that if the bird were to fly mid-pounce then it could still be caught. Lightningpaw, however, heavily contested that it was dangerous and foolish to risk a warrior for the sake of a measly bird. Their argument erupted, and resulted in Lightningpaw storming off, determined to prove her wrong and catch several finches through the classic methods.

After a few minutes of walking, he stopped as his mind fell away from the argument and rested on a single thought: Where are all the finches?

The forest, which was usually bright and lively with animals, was not quiet and a grey shadow hung over it, seeping in through the treetops. The closer he looked, the more he noticed how strange it all was. Even the insects were nowhere insight, and some flowers had even closed their petals. He stepped towards one of these flowers, his head cocked to the side as he investigated it.

Without warning, the sky exploded.

A earth shaking, bone trembling roar tore from the sky, striking the ground below. Lightningpaw immediately flattened himself to the ground. His fur puffed up, his ears pinned to his head, and his eyes and pupils widened as he desperately looked around, sure some great beast was about to descend upon him.

Above, the leaves began to shake and bob up and down as strange, tickling noises trickled down. From the leaves, droplets of water fell, striking his pelt. The cold soaked in through his fur, touching his skin with claws of ice and panic rushed through his body.

His mind shut down as instinct took over. With another roar from the sky, he took off, dashing through the forest wildly in search of some type of sanctuary. With each roar, his direction changed and he scrambled through the now muddy earth, struggling for a grip to keep rushing ahead. He fell several times, but each time he sprang up again, his fear only heightening until at last he found sanctuary.

A rock which sat at an angle, providing shelter just below it. He charged into it, smacking his side against its surface, and flattened himself to the ground, trembling from the cold and fear as he watched the rage of the sky descend. The roars continued, louder and meaner now, and the falling ice-water began to pool on the ground, slithering towards him and wrapping around his paws.

His heavy breathing morphed into helpless mews as he realized he was no longer in his clans territory, and the ice-water was removing the scents of the forest. With a trembling voice, he sheepishly cried out, flinching and tucking into a tighter ball with each roar of the sky. "Please, Starclan! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll never argue with her again, I promise!"

He repeated his pleas over and over, begging Starclan for help. Eventually, a distant voice responded, calling his name.

"Lightningpaw!"

His head shot up and his shivering paused for a moment as he stared into the forest, looking for a Starclan cat.

"Lightningpaw! Where are you?! Can you hear me?!"

He blinked, then lurched back into a trembling ball as the sky roared again. Desperate and afraid, his emotions coiled inside of his chest, churning and snarling into a beastly scream which forced its way up his throat and to his mouth until - "I'm here!"

The scream seemed to be louder than the roar of the skies as it echoed across the rock which protected him and rushed out into the forest. The voice calling for him stopped, and he held his breath as his body trembled. It felt like an hour, but at last the figure of a cat broke through the bushes.

Tears formed in Lightningpaw's eyes and he rushed from his hiding place, crashing into his mentor as desperate, thankful, pitiful mews escaped him. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Brightstorm! I'll never argue with you again, I promise!"

Brightstorm gazed at her apprentice in confusion, then smiled softly and touched her nose to his head. "You're soaked to the bone. Follow me, I'll get you back to camp!"

He walked beside her, his shoulder touching hers at all time. When the sky roared and he cowered, a comforting touch from Brightstorm gave him the courage to keep marching forward through the icy cold.



The next day, he was in the medicine den, his nose dripping as occasional sneezes shook him. Lightningpaw still fears storms. If he sees the signs arriving, he will not leave his den in camp. He fears that they are the wrath of Starclan, particularly as punishment if he had done something wrong. It is almost guaranteed that after each storm, Lightningpaw will rush to apologize to whoever he feels he may have wronged. More than anything, however, since the day of his first storm, Lightningpaw has never once argued with his mentor, and now views her in a heroic light, holding her in high regard.

[Hail.]

Ahhh!!!! Thank you so much!! I seriously did a little jump when I saw this!! ;;U;;

[Hail.]

Posting mostly for personal record ^^'

Name: Lightningshadow
Age: 23 Moons
Rank: Warrior