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Welcome to Bowlcats! Here is your first leader! Be sure to give me a link to your colony and the information for the missing spaces.

Owner: SunScratch
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Gender: Female
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Description: chocolate classic tabby with high white and odd eyes
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown

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Name: Swift Tiger
Gender: Female
Rank: Founder
Age: 29 moons
Colony: I’m on my phone and It won’t let me copy and paste so just search this I’m my post
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Username: Alphas
Name: Mahogany
Gender: Male
Rank: Healer
Age: 6 human years
Colony: Fallen Rain
Prompt:
(1,026 words)

DEWFALL TERRITORY- ABOUT FIVE YEARS AGO

Hush, my dear.

On a cool, brisk evening, as the sun slowly set into the forest, Mahogany was about to participate in his first healing lesson.
A light breeze ruffled his fur, and he and his mother, with his father trailing behind them, stepped towards the den. Mahogany was thrilled, with a large, toothy grin plastered on his face. Dappled Mist, the lead Healer, slowly padded towards the excited-as-ever cat.
"I can't wait for Dappled Mist to teach me all about healing!"
Mahogany told the Healer all about his love for plants. His parents smiled, leaned against each other, and then left into the sunset.
His parents strolled over to the Broken Claws, with Reynard, the Leader, in the middle. The couple sat down, along with most of the adults in Dewfall. The breeze whisked across their faces and twirled in the night sky.
Reynard stepped up. "Our prey has been running low lately, and with more kits coming, we can't feed everybody. We have to patrol as often as we can to keep our Colony healthy and strong." Most cats nodded their heads in agreement. "We are going on a patrol tonight, and every single one of us must try. Agreed?" "Agreed!" was the crowd's response, and they promptly stood up and ventured into the woods.
"So, these leaves are blackberry leaves." Mahogany piped up and shouted, "Yummy! I love blackberries." Dappled Mist responded with, "They're also useful for bee stings. This is Goldenrod, Mahogany. It is used for healing wounds. Mahogany added, "And cobwebs can stop bleeding!" "Good one, Mahogany." Dappled Mist replied. Mahogany was smiling for hours, and you could tell he was interested.
Crickets chirped and the moon was high. Reynard and his patrol of cats waded through the grass in hope of an occasional rustle. Half an hour passed and there was no one to be seen. "They must all be asleep," Reynard whispered. The cats nodded in understanding. Seconds later, trees were shaken, bushes were whacked, and burrows were emptied. No sign of prey. They must all be dead, the Leader thought.
"So what do blackber-"Dappled Mist tried to say, but was quickly interrupted by a cheerful, "Bee stings!" Dappled Mist thought in her head, "Wow, he'd sure make an excellent Healer. A lead Healer at that! He was just so cheerful about the subject- I... I can't believe it. Most young cats his age would think leaves and herbs are "boring" or "yucky".
The patrol instantly heard a rustle in the bushes. Reynard thwacked the bush, hoping for prey at last. A sleek, white Bowlcat hissed, pouncing on Reynard and eventually ending his life. It was an ambush. More cats jumped out, hissing and scratching. The solemn, quiet patrol had turned into a massacre. A large tom jumped out in front of Fern's Song, Mahogany's mother, but before he could get to her, her husband jumped in front of her, wrestling the cat to the floor. The tom didn't make it, but Tiger's Roar, Mahogany's father, didn't either. Fern's Song broke out into tears and insisted that the patrol retreat. They all ran back toward camp, but so did the rogue colony.
Dappled Mist and Mahogany quickly became friends, playing herb-related memory games and role-playing. They had a blast. They roleplayed with logs acting as the patient, and Mahogany was the Healer. Dappled Mist taught the aspiring Healer memory tricks, and they did a pop quiz before they slept. Mahogany was smiling as if he'd never smiled before. They laughed and Dappled Mist told Mahogany stories about funny cases in the past that would make any kit laugh.
"Once, there was this cat your age who insisted she needed parsley because her belly was aching horribly. When I went to go get it for her, she shouted, "I'm feeling better! Bye!" and skipped out of the den. Mahogany let out a huge guffaw and they both went to bed.
The next morning, Mahogany was awakened by his mother, telling him what had happened last night. The cat's smile quickly faded into a frown, and soon enough, he was laying on the floor, crying. Dappled Mist tried to lighten him up, telling him that the Bowl Ceremony was going to take place this evening. Mahogany looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks, and politely said, stuttering quite often, "It's exactly at the wrong time. My dad is gone, and now I'm sad. You wouldn't want a sad kitten like me to become a Healer, wouldn't you."
The evening came, and the group of remaining cats gathered around the Broken Claws, this time sulking, their heads low, and swiping away the occasional tear. There was no Reynard to paint the bowls, no Tiger's Roar to cheer him on.
The secondary Leader, Tempest, stood up and marched towards the middle. "Today is the Bowl Ceremony," he announced. "Since the unfortunate death of our Leader occurred yesterday, I will gladly paint the bowls." The crowd jeered, lifting their spirits.
"Mahogany?" The Leader called out. He replied with an anxious "Yes, sir."
"Come on up here."
Mahogany was shivering. A scowl appeared on his face as he stepped up for his bowl to be painted. He quietly sat down, angry at the situation.
Tempest picked a tan bowl, seemingly shining, and dipped his feather in deep, black ink. He painted a scowl on his bowl and Mahogany had just realized what he'd done.
"I should have tried to stay happy, he thought."
Tempest announced: "Today, we have an excellent Healer on our hands! Mahogany!"
That same, toothy grin appeared on his face, and he seemed to let go of the bitterness that was death.
"Mahogany! Mahogany! Mahogany!" the crowd chanted.
Years later, Mahogany still mourns his father. He has grown slightly bitter, but that doesn't stop him from being an excellent lead Healer. He always tries to keep his head up and keep moving on, no matter what he's facing.

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Username: Alphas
Name: Mahogany
Gender: Male
Rank: Healer
Age: 6 human years
Colony: Fallen Rain
Prompt:
(1,026 words)

DEWFALL TERRITORY- ABOUT FIVE YEARS AGO

Hush, my dear.

On a cool, brisk evening, as the sun slowly set into the forest, Mahogany was about to participate in his first healing lesson.
A light breeze ruffled his fur, and he and his mother, with his father trailing behind them, stepped towards the den. Mahogany was thrilled, with a large, toothy grin plastered on his face. Dappled Mist, the lead Healer, slowly padded towards the excited-as-ever cat.
"I can't wait for Dappled Mist to teach me all about healing!"
Mahogany told the Healer all about his love for plants. His parents smiled, leaned against each other, and then left into the sunset.
His parents strolled over to the Broken Claws, with Reynard, the Leader, in the middle. The couple sat down, along with most of the adults in Dewfall. The breeze whisked across their faces and twirled in the night sky.
Reynard stepped up. "Our prey has been running low lately, and with more kits coming, we can't feed everybody. We have to patrol as often as we can to keep our Colony healthy and strong." Most cats nodded their heads in agreement. "We are going on a patrol tonight, and every single one of us must try. Agreed?" "Agreed!" was the crowd's response, and they promptly stood up and ventured into the woods.
"So, these leaves are blackberry leaves." Mahogany piped up and shouted, "Yummy! I love blackberries." Dappled Mist responded with, "They're also useful for bee stings. This is Goldenrod, Mahogany. It is used for healing wounds. Mahogany added, "And cobwebs can stop bleeding!" "Good one, Mahogany." Dappled Mist replied. Mahogany was smiling for hours, and you could tell he was interested.
Crickets chirped and the moon was high. Reynard and his patrol of cats waded through the grass in hope of an occasional rustle. Half an hour passed and there was no one to be seen. "They must all be asleep," Reynard whispered. The cats nodded in understanding. Seconds later, trees were shaken, bushes were whacked, and burrows were emptied. No sign of prey. They must all be dead, the Leader thought.
"So what do blackber-"Dappled Mist tried to say, but was quickly interrupted by a cheerful, "Bee stings!" Dappled Mist thought in her head, "Wow, he'd sure make an excellent Healer. A lead Healer at that! He was just so cheerful about the subject- I... I can't believe it. Most young cats his age would think leaves and herbs are "boring" or "yucky".
The patrol instantly heard a rustle in the bushes. Reynard thwacked the bush, hoping for prey at last. A sleek, white Bowlcat hissed, pouncing on Reynard and eventually ending his life. It was an ambush. More cats jumped out, hissing and scratching. The solemn, quiet patrol had turned into a massacre. A large tom jumped out in front of Fern's Song, Mahogany's mother, but before he could get to her, her husband jumped in front of her, wrestling the cat to the floor. The tom didn't make it, but Tiger's Roar, Mahogany's father, didn't either. Fern's Song broke out into tears and insisted that the patrol retreat. They all ran back toward camp, but so did the rogue colony.
Dappled Mist and Mahogany quickly became friends, playing herb-related memory games and role-playing. They had a blast. They roleplayed with logs acting as the patient, and Mahogany was the Healer. Dappled Mist taught the aspiring Healer memory tricks, and they did a pop quiz before they slept. Mahogany was smiling as if he'd never smiled before. They laughed and Dappled Mist told Mahogany stories about funny cases in the past that would make any kit laugh.
"Once, there was this cat your age who insisted she needed parsley because her belly was aching horribly. When I went to go get it for her, she shouted, "I'm feeling better! Bye!" and skipped out of the den. Mahogany let out a huge guffaw and they both went to bed.
The next morning, Mahogany was awakened by his mother, telling him what had happened last night. The cat's smile quickly faded into a frown, and soon enough, he was laying on the floor, crying. Dappled Mist tried to lighten him up, telling him that the Bowl Ceremony was going to take place this evening. Mahogany looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks, and politely said, stuttering quite often, "It's exactly at the wrong time. My dad is gone, and now I'm sad. You wouldn't want a sad kitten like me to become a Healer, wouldn't you."
The evening came, and the group of remaining cats gathered around the Broken Claws, this time sulking, their heads low, and swiping away the occasional tear. There was no Reynard to paint the bowls, no Tiger's Roar to cheer him on.
The secondary Leader, Tempest, stood up and marched towards the middle. "Today is the Bowl Ceremony," he announced. "Since the unfortunate death of our Leader occurred yesterday, I will gladly paint the bowls." The crowd jeered, lifting their spirits.
"Mahogany?" The Leader called out. He replied with an anxious "Yes, sir."
"Come on up here."
Mahogany was shivering. A scowl appeared on his face as he stepped up for his bowl to be painted. He quietly sat down, angry at the situation.
Tempest picked a tan bowl, seemingly shining, and dipped his feather in deep, black ink. He painted a scowl on his bowl and Mahogany had just realized what he'd done.
"I should have tried to stay happy, he thought."
Tempest announced: "Today, we have an excellent Healer on our hands! Mahogany!"
That same, toothy grin appeared on his face, and he seemed to let go of the bitterness that was death.
"Mahogany! Mahogany! Mahogany!" the crowd chanted.
Years later, Mahogany still mourns his father. He has grown slightly bitter, but that doesn't stop him from being an excellent lead Healer. He always tries to keep his head up and keep moving on, no matter what he's facing.

Winner!