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Ahh! What a beauty! Thanks so much!

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Cat name: Ripplestar
Cat Gender: Male
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[huskypawz]

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[Divantae]

Mark

[denja]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐓!
𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩,

thuralclan

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩!
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right-hand man | thirty nine moons | male
heatherfrost, as mentioned below.

he could be in a distant territory; living a different life, but the stars were always there. maybe, that was why mistle loved them so much. all he had to do was find an empty spot somewhere far, far away from the ever changing faces and then he’d wait for the night to come. he’d wait for the stars show up one by one and he’d count each one as it appeared until those gleaming lights swarmed. the thought of being under that blanket of stars put him to sleep better than any warm den in any clan ever could. he didn’t need anyone but himself. maybe, just him and the stars...


mistlepaw learned the hard way — through scars and bruises — that sometimes the only thing that will get cats to leave you alone, is violence.
no cat would push him around, trip him, call him ’orphan’ without a fight. he made sure that cats would never see him as weak, no matter his background. he was once a kit barely caressed by his mother’s tender touch before he was abandoned - defenceless, alone.
he sure was alone, now.
he’d wander from clan to clan, always being found by other groups of cats before ultimately being tossed from their midst. and it was always his fault. he was a reckless young cat, so full of hurt with a wavering sense of justice that only his claws could show. but surviving on your own is hard... alone is dangerous.

in a way, mistletuft thinks, the stars protected him. whatever path he walked, they would follow, never sharing a word, just blinking down at him.
it was until he met heatherfrost one night that he made his last journey alone. perhaps, he brought the stars with him.

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the two cats had their disagreements, of course, with their young minds and equally sharp tongues. he learned that heather was from a line of higher ranking cats - she was to one day, lead the clan. her nose scrunched up with disgust. “that’s not me.” she said, fur bristling. her eyes unfocused, head tilted towards the stars. “i never got to decide that for myself - decide anything, for that matter. i’m sick of it.”
the she-cat went on to how choked she felt under the pressure of her peers and of her dreams of escape, in some way or another. mistle could only lower his head in response.
“i want to leave. i could survive on my own. hell, we could run away together!”
her laugh was cut short at the sight of mistletuft’s scowl.

“don’t say things like that.” his voice was stern, but strained. he sat tense, eyes drawn tightly shut.
she’d opened her mouth to continue, but stopped as soon as she saw the tears run down the tom’s cheeks. she’d went too far.
“you have it all here! you have a family - a family that looks out for you, a family that cares for you..-“ mistle wasn’t proud at how his voice cracked in that moment. the words are underwhelming. he can’t get the words out properly, he can’t make it all fit. the irritation rises, and he can’t contain it. he doesn't want to. but he’s older now. he shouldn’t have to turn to his old, destructive tendencies now, surely? he thought heather was a friend, he couldn’t hurt her. was that what a friend was? someone to be protected? he wasn’t sure - he was never sure. his social graces were not as swift as his claws. he had never sobbed quite like he did that night. his words hung over them both,

“it’s foolish to wish upon stars and dream of better days.”

and they held on to that, many moons later.
no pretty argument was ever made, no comparing lives... just.. living. living within a clan wasn’t something that ever came naturally to the tom. it would smother him sometimes, to the point where he’d leave to clear his thoughts. some would doubt he’d return, until he’d come trotting into camp with steel eye and gifts of fresh-kill, never empty-handed. his clan came first, even though mistle would still take days to himself. he needed it.
it was never an issue: heather always knew where to find him. underneath the stars, on that lonely hill overlooking the lazy meadows beyond their land. her right-hand man, raised on the wild lands his favourite stars looked upon. they settled into their roles, never forgetting who they once were. heather, to this day, still sees that young tom with the lonely fire in his eyes. his past haunts him but now, he is home.

[Jantzi01]

Mark

[liightning]

Username: liightning
Cat Name: Dewdrop (Dew)
Cat gender: male
Link to Thread: Cats of the River Valley
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It was a thorn, a nasty burr with sharp claws, that sunk deep in his heart. It hurt.

How could a word hurt?

Each step at this point was agony. His vision blurred with tears that streamed down his cheeks; a sob caught in his throat. Around him, the forest grew darker, the shadows pressing near. The sun was setting, casting its dying light over the treetops, outlining each leaf in pure gold.

He managed to produce a single thought - I should settle down for the night if I want to keep going tomorrow.

What a silly idea. After all, what was left for him, if he had nowhere to go?



He was barely able to get any sleep. He'd woken with a start in the middle of the night; his dream had been so vivid - the snapping voice, the accusations, the claws glinting in the light.

He laid there for what seemed like forever, heart racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins. But each time he closed his eyes again, he saw the same cat, the same golden eyes framed with the same dark fur.

It isn't real, he kept telling himself.

A lie.



Finally morning seemed to come. He'd fallen asleep some long while later, dreams miraculously undisturbed.

Almost instinctively, he glanced beside him, and then buried his muzzle under his paws with a muffled sob catching in his throat. There was nothing but empty air beside him, no companion snoozing by his side.

There was no friendship anymore - it was all gone after their fight yesterday. He still felt the same fear, that ache in his chest and energy coursing through his limbs. Fight or flight, that's what it was. Except the only fight was with words, and it was a fight he lost the moment it had begun.

The yelling, the regret - it still stung him, and despite being alone, he found his ears pinning back, his tail curling close to his body. The words still rang out and clear in his head:

"This is all your fault!"

It was silly, really, just some little bickering over a missed attempt at prey. But recently, they'd been arguing more and more; was anything even just a little disagreement anymore?

He'd never stood up for himself before. It was always a nod, a duck of the head, a quick "sorry" followed by the instant shame. What was he thinking? He always considered himself lucky that his friend was willing to forgive him.

But no, this time it was different. He'd felt a surge of strength - a little indignation, a result of the growing feeling that something wasn't right. The words had left his mouth before he could stop them: "Hey, aren't we supposed to be on the same side here?"

Oh, that sharp retort, chock-full of raw anger. He could see the hurt reflected his friend's eyes, the pain, the disbelief that he'd ever think of opposing someone who'd supposed to be a friend.

"How could you do this to me?"

Within a blink that rare courage was gone, replaced again by indescribable guilt. Guilt. What was guilt, this thing that tormented him so, nipping his heels and clawing at his fur, following him wherever he tried to run?

Maybe it was a feeling. Yes, a feeling. And feelings could be brought upon by others, or self-imposed...

No, he couldn't go trying to pin the blame on his friend again. That very thought made him feel guilty. He was guilty. He felt it deep within, but once again, his mind told him something wasn't right. What was guilt? What made someone guilty - and who decided it so?

None of this mattered now. He was alone, with no home, no one to keep him company. No matter how hard he wished, he knew his friend wasn't coming back. But some part of him knew that someday, somewhere, somehow, they would meet again. Maybe it would be an act of fate - or one would come looking for the other. And he already knew who that would be.

He couldn't face him now... but maybe, someday, he would.

[clouds-move-on]

marki

[BiscuitTheDog]

Username: BiscuitTheDog
Cat Name: Sevionello (goes by Sevi)
Cat gender: Gib (neutered tom lol)
Link to Thread: thank you so heccin much for this opportunity i hope this cat served you well bhfbdhvbbhf
Prompt: *WARNING: ITS LONG* oof

The floorboards creaked under Sevionello's paws.
He was walking through his human's home in the middle of the night, trying to be as quiet as he could. It was proving difficult; the house was older all of Sevi's great grandparents combined times 30. Sevi continued on, wincing with each creak.
Sevi didn't really know what he doing. Sometimes he'd just wake up, catch a bug here and there, and then walk around the house, as if he didn't know every inch of it already. On especially tiring days he'd crawl into one of the bedrooms that his two human's slept in, and he'd crawl up and snuggle right in between them. If the two human's child, whose name was Toby, had had a bad day, he'd curl up by the kid's head and purr the night away. The kid was 9 and had nightmares easily and often, so Sevi considered it an obligation to comfort him in troubled times.
Sevi thanked whatever heavenly creature had decided to make cats nocturnal, for it opened his mind to many night-time curiosities, most of which were to be seen out the window of the house.
Sevi was just laying down in front of a large, slightly scratched window, peering outside, when he suddenly remembered something. Something that had happened long ago, when the human kid, Toby, had gone missing, a month and a half after he was born. Sevi zoned out, his pupils as round as cheese wheels, as his mind got thrown in a flashback.
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"Jesus, what are we going to do?" The female human screeched. There was distress in her voice. And sadness, and worry, and anger.
"Why are you asking me?? Call the police! That's the obvious thing to do, god dang-it..." The male human's voice cracked on the last word, and he rubbed a hand through his hair.
Sevi watched the two skitter around in a panic, yelling the infant child's name and flinging blankets and overturning tables around the house.
The silver cat knew what they were going off about, and he'd watch it happen, too.
The pair of humans had come back home after a long day of work, and they were getting ready to take the child and go to the movie theater, as Sevi had heard them say. The male opened the car door, placed the infant child on a raised-up seat, and immediately raced back in, muttering, "It's always the phone that I forget!"
The female followed him seconds later, laughing slightly. "Ha, I forgot my car keys! That's worse than a phone, if you ask me-"
Sevi stared at the kid, who was babbling in his seat and playing with his toes.
The cat bristled as a strange human, one he'd never encountered, creep up the car, shove his hand over the child's mouth, unbuckle it, and race off with it.
Sevi knew humans could do alot worse, but he was in no position to wonder right now.
Trotting up to the humans, he meowed loudly, gripping their legs and pulling. The male human brushed Sevi off. "Stop it, cat. I found my phone, hon. Get your keys quick, I just realized we left Toby in the car unsupervised."
The male human practically skipped almost every step as he raced down the stairs, the female following in his steps.
Sevi felt like he would have a heart attack. He wished with his whole heart that cats could communicate with humans, but alas.
By the time Sevi got down the stairs, the two humans were yelling and shouting.
Sevionello rolled his eyes, his tail bushing up. He tried to tell them.
Now they were panicking, talking about police, throwing things and crying.
But they'd left the front door open, and Sevi saw his chance. He wasn't the old man his human's thought him to be, and he would prove it! And to be honest, Sevi was barely four years old anyways.
The cat slipped out the door and twitched his nose. The humans barely had a chance to grab his feathery tail as he ran across the pavement and then across the street, clambering up the fence that the rotten kidnapper had jumped over with Toby. His ocean blue eyes gleamed as he looked back at the humans, who were now even more panicky.
Toby leaped onto the ground on other side of the fence.
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The next few hours dragged on. It was a lot of scent-following, indecisiveness, and getting yelled at by humans. Sevi didn't mind the yelling. He pushed through the indecisiveness. He'd get Toby back. He would.
Another hour dragged on by, when finally the scent he'd been following turned up to something promising. A large, dusty, worn-down barn. Through the cracks in the wall, the barn appeared empty. Sevi leaped up a musky hay-bale and perched on the thin platform one of he hole created. he looked into the barn. No human. But there was something. Something, no, someone that Sevionello had been searching for.
Toby.
the kid appeared unharmed, and asleep, when Sevi focused on him. What was even stranger: Toby was surrounded by dogs.
Massive, slobbering, snoring dogs.
All 7 of them were mutts, but Sevi could tell just by looking at them that every one of them had some German Shepherd in there.
Perhaps it was the coloration, he couldn't tell.
The dogs were surrounding Toby. All of the hounds were asleep, but they all shifted around now and then. One dog never moved, though- the largest of all the dogs. Toby was leaning against the dog's side. They both slept soundly. In fact, not a hound looked uncomfortable, despite the fact that they were all sleeping on a wood floor.
Sevi hopped onto the floor, his whole body shuddering as he landed. That might as well have been the highest he'd ever jumped from.
The silver cat strolled near the pack of dogs. If he could just get to Toby...
Suddenly, a large snort sounded from behind him.
Sevi turned, his muscles tensed. What he saw horrified him.
One of the dogs had rolled over, and Sevi's tail was right above its snout. The dog inhaled.
Sevi's eyes widened as the dog's nose scrunched, and it sneezed.
It. Was so. LOUD.
Dogs woke up all around Sevi, and not a second passed when he found 6 dogs snarling all around him.
One growled at him, "Cat! Flea-bitten cat!"
Ironic, considering one of the hounds started scratching it's ear seconds later.
"What are you doing here, pest?" A small mutt questioned with a malignant glint in its eyes. Sevi curled his lip. "I'm here to get my human back!"
"You mean the small one?" One of the chubbier dogs asked. Suddenly, the anger and hatred that had been on all of the dog's faces was gone.
"Y-yes." Sevi meowed. He was confused, but ready to run if he had to.
"Why didn't ya say so!" An older dog howled. The howling awoke the largest dog, who grunted. Toby slowly slid to the floor as the dog carefully got up.
The pack updated the massive mutt, who stared down at Sevi with glowing eyes. "We'll give him to ya." He said plainly.
"Wh-what!? Aren't you guys... Um- Evil? Don't you work for that kidnapper human?"
The dogs erupted into laughter. Surprisingly, Toby didn't wake up.
"As if we'd listen to a thing he says!" The small dog laughed.
"He ain't our master! His wife is! We listen to her, and she says to protect this kid. If bringing him back to his family is what will protect him, we'll gladly do it."
Sevionello never felt more relieved than he felt right then. The dogs nominated the largest dog, who Sevi assumed was the alpha of the pack, to come along with Toby to carry the child back, since the pack assumed correctly that Sevi couldn't carry the child.
The dog pushed the barn door open. Sevi was surprised, but he shock left quickly when he considered the old state of the house and the largeness of the mutt.
Sevi exhaled as he led the dog back to his home. Toby was still asleep, hanging from the dog's mouth. Sevi felt his heart melt at the sight of the child.
The cat led the dog onward.
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It was a few more hours until Sevi, the dog, and Toby, ended up back across the street from the human's house. They'd had to take the long way around the neighborhood, since Sevi feared that jumping over the fence with Toby in mouth could hurt the child.
Toby had woken up along the way, but he always fell back asleep. The wonders of human children.
the dog sat down, Toby hanging from his mouth. Sevi sat down as well, sighing. He looked up at the dog, who laid Toby down.
"Thank you." Sevi meowed.
The dog looked down at him. "What?"
"Thank you. Really. I expected you and your pack to be mean and rabid. I thought I'd be torn to shreds the seconds one of you dogs woke up. But you all were... Nicer than I expected."
the dog smiled, his tongue hanging out. "Of course. Look, cat, we mean-lookin dogs, but we ain't criminals. Heck, if I could change one thing, I'd make all crime stop. Weird, considering my master's husband is a full-time crim, but I'd still do it. just scares the heck outta me when I hear he's doin something illegal again, man."
Sevi and the dog sat, thoughtful for a few moments. Sevi smiled as he saw the female human come out of the house. It seemed the police had come and left, since Sevi knew they didn't take this long to arrive.
Sevi got up, mewing loudly. the dog reached down and picked up Toby, whose clothes were covered in dog slobber.
The human yelped, seeing Sevi and Toby across the road. the male popped out of the house a second later, and the two raced to the sidewalk on the other side of the pale street. they slowed as they saw the dog, but when Sevi reached up and rubbed his head on the dog's shoulder, the two came forward.
"Toby!" The female cried. The mutt put down the child, and the human grabbed him up, wincing at the slobber, but clutching her child close nevertheless. The male reached down and picked up Sevionello, who purred, meowing and rubbing against the human's face. "Good cat," The male whispered.
After reunions, the dog told Sevi he was off. "Where?" Sevi meowed down.
"Hmm, I think I'll go tell my pals I'm gonna go on my own adventure. The journey we took really opened my eyes, and I wanna see more. Maybe one of the pack'll come with."
Sevi nodded, his heart flooding with appreciation. "Happy travels, friend."
The dog smiled, his tongue hanging out, before he trotted away, his tail up and wagging. The humans didn't try to stop him. They watched him trot off down the sidewalk into the sunset before they turned and hurried back to the house.
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Sevi blinked. It was still dark out, but a bit of light was peeking out. Sunrise would be here soon. Sevi got up, stretching his back. The lights in the house were off. Sevi felt himself purring at the thought of Toby, safe and sound, and the dog, off on his own adventure. Who knows where the dog was right now, actually? Sevi knew he wasn't dead, that was for sure.
The silver cat walked calmly up the stairs into Toby's room. The kid was in some wacky pose, and was snoring softly.
Sevi got onto Toby's bed and crawled next to the human, curling up.
A few minutes later, Sevi felt a thin arm go over him, and Toby kissed the cat's head.
It wasn't long before the two fell asleep, Toby curled around his savior, and Sevi purring in delight.
(2,000 words exactly. I swear that wasn't planned omg-)

[Zephara]

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