[Ravendarus]

Username: Ravendarus
Name: Riverpool
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Echoclan
Age: 40 Moons
Rank: Warrior

Prompt:
Riverpool started up at the cliff softly, Echostar sat down beside her, "Here you are." She said, "What is wrong? What is on your mind?" She asked, Riverpool sighed softly, "What is it like... talking to Starclan?" She asked, "Enlightening." Echostar said, she looked at Riverpool gently, "Is that all that is on your mind?" She asked, Riverpool shook her head, "Yes, see, I wondered if my sister is up there, if she is looking after me." She said before she gazed down sadly looking down.

"Of course." Echostar said softly, "I am certain that she is." She said gently to the sad looking she-cat. Riverpool cried softly shaking her head, "I-I wish I could see her. I don't see... s-starclan cats like you or Ravenmoon, they d-don't come to me..." She sobbed softly against Echostar's soft black and white pelt. Echostar pulled her tail against her gently, "Shh... there there it's okay." She said.

"I know it hurts but one day you will see your sister again, that much I can promise you." Echostar said to her softly and gave her a soft lick. "Not everyone is destined to see Starclan... but when Starclan is ready they will talk to you when you need them most. I am certain your sister is watching over you and I don' think she would like you looking so sad." She said. Riverpool slowly nodded her head sniffing softly as she looked down sadly, "Y-You are right... I am s-sorry. I s-shouldn't be so sad..." She said, "F-Forgive me, it was silly." She said shaking her head.

"It wasn't silly Riverpool, don't be so hard on yourself, you really wanted to know and if makes you feel better... on the Night of No Moon I will ask Starclan about your sister... and ask she give me a message to give you?" Echostar asked softly. Riverpool perked her ears, "R-Really truly? You'd do that for me?" She asked softly, "If it will make you feel better of course. I am your leader... I don't want to see you so distressed over this... now how about we go get some mice, birds or fish and eat up before patrol?" She asked. Riverpool relaxed slowly and nodded her her head, "O-Of course Echostar... thank you so much." She said gently getting up to follow after Echostar gently but not before looking up at the cliff once again she blinked surprised as she thought she saw her sister but only for a second then she was gone... perhaps it was in her head? She shook her head and took off to catch up.


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[ienrir]

Username: ienrir
Name: hailfeather
Gender: female
Clan: cryptclan
Age: 35 moons
Rank: seeker

Prompt:

"Any word from the patrol? Is the fox back again?"

Hailfeather seemed to bounce on the tips of her toes, impatient for news. Though her eager gaze was met with barely-concealed exasperation. For the third time that morning, her question was met with a light huff of laughter.

"There's nothing to threat about. Just get some rest."

The words brought no comfort to the restless warrior; frustration prickled beneath her pelt like flea bites. If she had to hear 'there's nothing to threat about' one more time, she'd give them something to threat about. Still, ever mild mannered, she forced a smile in reply. "I was thinking I might hunt actually, the weather's so nice."

The other cat frowned at this, chewing at her lip. Hailfeather could see her thoughts whirling, trying to find an excuse to keep her here in camp. "Fresh kill pile's full. I bet you'd enjoy the weather better in camp. How about we lay under the skystones?" Predictable, but she maintained her warm expression as the other cat filled the air with mindless chatter; leading the way to the shelter of their dens. Another day confined to her nest. How fun.

The she-cat couldn't help but ached for the times before the clan had settled. They had been filled with uncertainty, fear and hardships beyond what she'd ever known. But it had been exciting. Better than rolling in moss and waiting patiently for something interesting to happen.

In the earlier days she'd been a formidable example for the younger cats to follow. She soothed their frets with warm words and a smile that dripped with confidence. "We'll get through this." It was hard for anyone to doubt they would when she spoke with such conviction. They were memories she relished, a time when her clanmates saw her as a hero.

Now the clan had settled, she felt restless; her paws had the tendency to wander from camp, seeking danger out if it chose not to come her way. She joined every patrol, marked every border, accompanied seekers on their explorations beyond the territory. Yet, it didn't seem enough. An itch had settled deep into her bones, making it hard to sit still. Sharing tongues with clanmates seemed pointless and lounging in the sun was little more than folly. She ached to face a foe with only her wits and her claws, or weave her way through harsh terrains. Anything to make her friends turn to her wide-eyed with awe.

Robinstar had mistook the she-cats harrowing boredom for anxiety. He'd watched with knitted brows as she exhausted herself on every patrol, his heart aching for her fretful soul. In what he felt was an act of kindness, she was confined to camp; an unspoken rule that the whole clan seemed to enforce with equal measure. Patrols were full, the fresh kill pile was stocked high, any expeditions into further territory would be carried out without her knowledge. A forced vacation that allowed the boredom to seep into every pour of her body. There was little else she could do but plop down against the moss; her gaze trained on the camp entrance. Half willing a bear or a badger to stumble through the brambles and into her waiting claws.

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[Goner.]

Closed for judging

[Trickz]

Good luck everyone!

[Goner.]

Congrats!

Username: Ladyskittels
Name: Sequoiamist
Gender: female
Clan: Glacial Blizzard Clan
Age: 30 moons
Rank: hunter

Prompt: [355 words]
Sequoiamist's mind is full to the brim, although only one thing is on her mind; stuck on repeat like a broken record. She's not here, you couldn't save her. It's your fault.

A few weeks ago, Sequoiamist was living in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the twoleg village with her young kit who depended on her for everything. This kit was her everything; her pride and joy, her flesh and blood, the apple of her eye and the center of the universe. Her daughter was her very reason for existing and now she was gone; taken from her in a flash of injustice and bad luck and ran the risk of haunting her for many moons to come.

This young kit had been carefully tucked away in a safe corner of the building under careful instruction not to go anywhere until her mother returned with something to eat for the two of them. Having been days since the mother and her kit had anything to eat, it was necessary for Sequoiamist to leave her child in order to feed them or else they would both perish in the coming winter. While she hated leaving her only child out of 5, the mother knew this was the only thing that would keep them alive so she begrudgingly left for a short while to make a decent kill.

Upon her return, a fresh meal clutched tightly in her mouth for her child to feast on, the dilute tortoiseshell point made the painful discovery that her child had been murdered while she had been out finding food for them. Who would do such a terrible thing??? She thought, dropping the meal and sobbing uncontrollably, not able to accept the loss of her last child.

This happened less than a moon ago, and Sequoiamist somehow managed to make her way into the territory of Glacial Blizzard Clan, although she still hasn't fully comprehended what was happening around her. For the distraught mother, the only thing going through her mind was stuck on repeat like a broken record; she's not here. You couldn't save her. It's your fault.
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[Trickz]

Congratulations! I plan to reuse my art so please don't use it!

[Ladyskittels]

Thank you so much! She is absolutely gorgeous!!