[coppercanary]

To adopt you must be at least level 1 or not have a founder in progress or a founder at all. You must have an open space to be able to adopt.

This competition has two parts!
First of all, pick an eye colour for me to give to this cat.
Secondly, write a piece surrouding the theme of eyes or sight. Loose limit of 500 words- it’s alright if you’re a few over, but don’t go too far.

End Date: 27 July at 11:59 CS time

Code: Select all

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Eye Colour:[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]

Username:
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:
Gender:
Age: moons
Description: Blue mackerel tabby with ? eyes
Siblings: n/a
Parents: n/a

[EchoIre]

Username: EchoIre
Cat Name: River(suffix)
Clan: [url]GladeClan[/url]
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Age:
Eye Colour: X
Prompt:
wip!

[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Cat Name: Tarasque
Clan: Slade Runners
Rank: Trooper
Gender: Tom
Age: 22 Moons
Eye Colour: Forest Green
Prompt:
wip!
[355/500]
Short gasps of air filled the frosty silence, the breaths causing fog to rise in the clear morning light.
Tarasque’s blue fur glittered with specks of dew and his bright eyes shone.
“What do you see?” His father’s resonating voice whispered softly in his ear.

Tarasque glanced around the tall pine tree clearing. The ground was littered with frost and it sparkled as the grass swayed to the soft melody of the wind. But as he glanced around, he couldn’t see the prey Trow had brought him to catch.
His father, a rough-pelted older tomcat with dark grey fur and deep amber eyes, watched Tarasque intently. His eyes seemed to shift colours sometimes; it was mesmerising. Like staring into a sunset that was constantly shifting. Other’s said that Tarasque had inherited the same look, but with his forest green eyes it was like gazing into a deeply wooded jungle.

Finally, Tarasque turned to his father. “I don’t see anything. Are you sure there’s stuff here?”

Trow got that good-natured grin on his face, that face that said ‘You’re almost there… but not quite’. “Close your eyes… use your other senses.”

Tarasque looked quizzically at his father, but his father nodded for him to continue. Deciding there was nothing to lose – but still not completely trusting his father’s words – he took a deep breath, cast one last look around the frosty glade, and closed his eyes.
At first there was nothing, and the young tomcat began to get frustrated. He cracked an eye open and turned to his father again, prepared to go into a rant about how it was useless, but his father beat him to his words.
“Follow not what your mind tells you, but what you feel.”

Tarasque clamped his jaw shut, though he had a few tempting phrases to say back to him, he closed his eyes again and waited.
Though his mind told him it was a waste of time he tried to clear it of thoughts, loosening his body and waiting.
Then he felt it. Small, imperceptible tremors through the forest floor. Like tiny footsteps scampering around beneath his feet.

[wildfur2202]

Mark

[BoopoThyDrago]

Username: BoopoThyDrago
Cat Name: Storm in the Morning
Clan: Broken Mountains
Rank: Owl
Gender: Male
Age: 60 months
Eye Colour: #fff47c
Prompt: Storm in the Morning had seen many things in the 60 moons he had been alive. He had seen a harsh winter when he was a kit, when there was hardly enough prey for any of the cats. He had seen some cats die because of the lack of prey. The skinny cats, their pelts clinging to bone. He had seen cats come and go in the tribe, some leaving with family and some staying alone, with a new family. He had been in dreams where impossible things happened. He had seen his ancestors, so why was this happening? It was a weird sensation. He knew he was dreaming, knew this was not real, but the panic overtook him. This dream was not normal. It had not told him anything of importance in the week it had been plaguing him. It was like it was trying to tell him something, anything, but it couldn’t. He tried to rely on his other senses, but that was difficult. He knew he was scared of the dark. He didn’t realize that extended to constantly dreaming about being blind for a week. If the dream was teaching him anything, it was teaching him to appreciate the little things, the light shining through the trees, the beauty of the mountains, the stunning sun, especially in the morning and before night, and so many other things.

That had been the first dream that he wouldn’t understand until the time came for him to understand. It happened when one of their Falcons lost their sight. The Falcon was devastated. Nobody could describe how anything looked the right way. Until they asked Storm. Storm did his best to describe what he saw. He carefully described the mountains, the way the shadows fill on them, the light from the sun that hit them just so, making the snow seem to glow. Storm was then often called to describe things. The Falcon said that he described them the best. It helped to teach Storm to enjoy the little things. (339 words)

[rainbowspongefactory]

Username: rainbowspongefactory
Cat Name: Bluebellmist
Clan:
Rank: Deputy
Gender: She-cat
Age: 48 moons
Eye Colour: Bluebell
Prompt: (wip)
BluebellKit felt her mothers rough tongue flick across her 10 day old eyes. She purred as she scooted closer towards her soft and warm tummy, blindly searching for milk among her litter mates. The other kits had seen the world full of colours a couple of days ago.

"Come on, Bluebellkit, there's so much for you to see." Her mother purred into her tiny ear. She had been anxious about her kit who was significantly smaller than her siblings. This was her first litter and she was worried she was doing something wrong. The other queens in the den reassured her and helped her look after the kits. When the other cats would talk about Bluebellkit being the runt and not worth their time, the queens would tell them off and comfort her.

A few days later, Bluebellkit slowly opened her eyes. The bright light that shone into the den scared her as she yelped, waking her mother. After getting used to the light for the first time in her life she saw her mother and litter mates. She blinked a few times before taking everything in. Her mother's soft lapis blue eyes stared into her own with amazement.
"I'm so proud of you,Bluebellkit." She rubbed her silver cheek against her kit's. The small kit looked around the den, the queens and kits were watching her. A tang of sadness coursed through her as she remembered what the kits were saying about her. She ignored it though because she was so excited to see everything. She bounded out the den and watched all the different cats doing daily tasks. The warming orange glow of the sun through the dark green trees that surrounded the camp filled her with joy.

[Knickknacks]

hmm, mark ;0

[astraf]

Username: astrafrack
Cat Name: thorns of silver sunsets
Clan: land of the owls and wolves, cats and crows
Rank: member
Gender: female
Age: 44 moons
Eye Colour: one silver and one amber if that's okay!
Prompt: wip

[.sins.]

Username: .sins.
Cat Name: Poseidon
Clan: Cats Of The Earth
Rank: Secondary
Gender: male
Age: 89 moons
Eye Colour: dark blue/green oceany color
Prompt:

"It's one thing to feel and hear the water, my love. From the lines etched into the sky by a hard rain, to the soft brown dirt turned dark by the small start of the water giving it life. You may be able to hunt and track still, but you will never see the small schools of fish that swim close to the shore, safe from larger fish lurking in the darker waters, and from us, and they are too small to be worth the meal. The grass and algae that line the shores, eating the sunlight and allowing us to stalk intruders and hunt frogs better. The small ripples made by fish eating the flies, that you barely see. The clouds of dirt made by fish fighting for whatever might be lying on the floor, waiting to be a meal. The bight colors of the sunset reflecting, becoming more mesmerizing than the sky itself."

"My dear, you have always been one for words to say when there is nothing to be said, but has anyone elver told you how you can make me see through your eyes?"

[coppercanary]

Username: Mythz
Cat Name: Tarasque
Clan: Slade Runners
Rank: Trooper
Gender: Tom
Age: 22 Moons
Eye Colour: Forest Green
Prompt:
wip!
[355/500]
Short gasps of air filled the frosty silence, the breaths causing fog to rise in the clear morning light.
Tarasque’s blue fur glittered with specks of dew and his bright eyes shone.
“What do you see?” His father’s resonating voice whispered softly in his ear.

Tarasque glanced around the tall pine tree clearing. The ground was littered with frost and it sparkled as the grass swayed to the soft melody of the wind. But as he glanced around, he couldn’t see the prey Trow had brought him to catch.
His father, a rough-pelted older tomcat with dark grey fur and deep amber eyes, watched Tarasque intently. His eyes seemed to shift colours sometimes; it was mesmerising. Like staring into a sunset that was constantly shifting. Other’s said that Tarasque had inherited the same look, but with his forest green eyes it was like gazing into a deeply wooded jungle.

Finally, Tarasque turned to his father. “I don’t see anything. Are you sure there’s stuff here?”

Trow got that good-natured grin on his face, that face that said ‘You’re almost there… but not quite’. “Close your eyes… use your other senses.”

Tarasque looked quizzically at his father, but his father nodded for him to continue. Deciding there was nothing to lose – but still not completely trusting his father’s words – he took a deep breath, cast one last look around the frosty glade, and closed his eyes.
At first there was nothing, and the young tomcat began to get frustrated. He cracked an eye open and turned to his father again, prepared to go into a rant about how it was useless, but his father beat him to his words.
“Follow not what your mind tells you, but what you feel.”

Tarasque clamped his jaw shut, though he had a few tempting phrases to say back to him, he closed his eyes again and waited.
Though his mind told him it was a waste of time he tried to clear it of thoughts, loosening his body and waiting.
Then he felt it. Small, imperceptible tremors through the forest floor. Like tiny footsteps scampering around beneath his feet.

congrats! I found your form to be really engaging and I thoroughly enjoyed reading through it. I'll update the eyes asap!