[Ladyskittels]

Username: Ladyskittels
Cat Name: Dovepaw (Dovesong)
Clan: Glacial Blizzard Clan
Rank: warrior apprentice

Gender: female
Age: 9 moons

Prompt:Dovepaw's favorite place in the world is atop of the tallest pine tree in the forest. She has always been a fiercely independent kit and loves nothing more than going out on adventures. After all, she had to provide food and shelter for herself after her mother died, so she has a natural knack for it.

Dove found this tree on one of those adventures, when she was being chased by a bear. In order to escape, the kit scaled the entire tree until she reached the top. It was here that she learned what true peace and tranquility must feel like; the kitten could see for miles in any direction she chose. The air was clear and crisp, with a pleasant scent of pine that wafted off of the trees below. Most of the forest could be seen, even a little of the mountain range could be seen from her perch.

A feeling of peace came over her as she took in the scenery all around her. From that time on, she found herself returning to this very tree whenever she felt stressed out or needing a break from the real world for a little while. It never failed to ground her- ironic because this occurred at least a hundred feet off the ground.

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Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat Name: Howlsnap
Clan: The Lighthouse Colony
Rank: Warrior

Gender: tomcat
Age: 17 moons

Prompt:

The evening air was filled with the song of birds as a single tomcat made his way, strolling smoothly over the landscape, deeper into the pine and cedar forest. He listened to each of them identifying each call that he had memorized- each bird to it's own name- as he did so, letting the rhythmic sounds of the singing, his foot falls, and the grass, leaves and swaying tree lull his mind from their previous erratic state of worry.

There was no care here. And it was like leaving behind a nightmare- drifting into a dream. As he looked up, Howlsnap could feel, with a slight dizzy sensation, a weight pull of his back and chest as he stared up at the structure before him. It was a small, idyllic looking cottage that had fallen into disrepair. Yet somehow it's gloomy, dirty shell seemed to have a touch of beauty and quietude to it.

Feeling a trace of sickness, a darker feeling emerging from within him again, the tom let his head rest against the structure, and felt sand and chipped pain falls as he did so. They alighted at his feet- he let out a breath, and it was blown away. Then, he sidled his way into a narrow, broken crevice, to sit inside the little place.

The roof had holes. The sunlight streamed in and illuminated his pale fur, and he sat, still and like a statute, under one ray. Closing his eyes, the sound around him, of the living forest, engulfed him once more.

There'd been a lot of tragedy in the recent moons of his life- it was hard, sometimes, to step out, and even harder to leave them behind. Yet there, with the birdsong, and in the strange little building, faded and weary, he could slowly let go of the things he couldn't ever have again. And as he trailed back out, reentering the world as a ghost, once at peace, materializing back into worldly life with all it's cares, he knew he'd return again for that moment of quiet. It was why he always came.

[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Cat Name: Stonecreek
Clan: Ridgeclan
Rank: warrior

Gender: male
Age: 65 moons

Prompt:
One might find it strange that Stonecreek’s favorite place to visit is that place where he lost the one he loved the most. His best friend died in a tragic accident, story changing depending on who you ask but in the end, he’d fallen into the lake and drowned, pulled down by a current coming from the river. Afterwords Stonecreek became angry at anyone and everyone, he blamed the whole clan for his friend's death and no one could change his mind about it.

So the aging tom plots his revenge while sitting on the tree that hangs over the edge of the lake, the same tree that his best friend fell to his death from. He’s been asked about it before, Iceeyes one of the few warriors he still talks to wondering why he would do such a thing. “I feel closest to him here, this is where we spent our time and just because this is where he was taken from me doesn't mean I can’t come and remember the good memories this place gave us.”

So Stonecreek spends his free time on the falling tree, staring into the mirror-like water and watching for something to stare back, in his heart waiting for it to give his best friend back.

[Miavinn]

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congrats on your new cat !

Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat Name: Howlsnap
Clan: The Lighthouse Colony
Rank: Warrior

Gender: tomcat
Age: 17 moons

Prompt:

The evening air was filled with the song of birds as a single tomcat made his way, strolling smoothly over the landscape, deeper into the pine and cedar forest. He listened to each of them identifying each call that he had memorized- each bird to it's own name- as he did so, letting the rhythmic sounds of the singing, his foot falls, and the grass, leaves and swaying tree lull his mind from their previous erratic state of worry.

There was no care here. And it was like leaving behind a nightmare- drifting into a dream. As he looked up, Howlsnap could feel, with a slight dizzy sensation, a weight pull of his back and chest as he stared up at the structure before him. It was a small, idyllic looking cottage that had fallen into disrepair. Yet somehow it's gloomy, dirty shell seemed to have a touch of beauty and quietude to it.

Feeling a trace of sickness, a darker feeling emerging from within him again, the tom let his head rest against the structure, and felt sand and chipped pain falls as he did so. They alighted at his feet- he let out a breath, and it was blown away. Then, he sidled his way into a narrow, broken crevice, to sit inside the little place.

The roof had holes. The sunlight streamed in and illuminated his pale fur, and he sat, still and like a statute, under one ray. Closing his eyes, the sound around him, of the living forest, engulfed him once more.

There'd been a lot of tragedy in the recent moons of his life- it was hard, sometimes, to step out, and even harder to leave them behind. Yet there, with the birdsong, and in the strange little building, faded and weary, he could slowly let go of the things he couldn't ever have again. And as he trailed back out, reentering the world as a ghost, once at peace, materializing back into worldly life with all it's cares, he knew he'd return again for that moment of quiet. It was why he always came.

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Aaa tysm! ;w; <3 Excited to have this concept fulfilled.