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sad baby
why are they sad?
gimme all you got, keep it cs appropriate but i want you to break my heart :')
max. 1000 words OR 1 art piece

ends june 5, cs rollover

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Name: Birchstep (formerly Birchstar)
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: The Clan of Roaring Silence
Description: chocolate classic tabby with high white spotting
Age: 34m
Edits: [nr] expression, scars
[c] min. fur edit
Owner: Hush

[Only_Sky]

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[BigFrog4231]

Username: BigFrog4231
Cat Name: Pidgeoncry
Gender: Tom
Rank: Star Reader
Clan: The Star Striders
Age: 14 Moons
Prompt:
marking w barely surviving the dog attack [adding art hehee]

[Hush]

Username: Hush
Cat Name: Birchstep (formerly Birchstar)
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: Clan of Roaring Silence
Age: 34 moons
Prompt:
Birchstep is the reincarnation of the clan that was in the mist vailed valley, The Clan Shrouded in Mist’s leader, Birchstar. Neglecting her duties as a leader lead to the destruction of her entire clan. She ‘slept’ for many moons in sorrow and repentance for her failures as a leader, unable to die until a very old queen because of her many lives as a leader. Instead of being accepted by StarClan, her clan met her at the entrance and her former medicine cat scolded her for her arrogance and purposeful ignorance to StarClans warning. Instead of sending her to the dark forest for her crime, she was given a second chance and reincarnated as the kit of a rogue, destined to join the new clan in her former territory. In her first chance of life she had done everything she could for her clan, being the most dedicated warrior then deputy and finally leader. Though as she got older as a leader and didn’t loose any of her lives, she started becoming less vigilant and willing to listen to Starclan’s warnings. The arrogant leader believed their clan was the safest territory there could be, surrounded on all sides by steep hills or the mountain. Even though her medicine cat and other leaders warned her of the signs, she continued on her stubborn track and Starclan punished her by sparing her from the fate they’d tried to warn her about.

One particularly hot and dry season, Birchstar was away from the clan after the medicine cat told her of a vision and refused to let her ignore it, getting angry and nearly forcing her out. The annoyed leader went on her journey to visit the clan to the north and speak to the leader and medicine cat about the visions of her own. Because nothing serious happened to the clan in her time as leader despite never listening to StarClan, she didn’t take it serious of course and took her time, resting every night and not in any particular hurry. Every night during her long journey up the mountains she was haunted by visions of red, smoke and fire and an overwhelming heat consuming her. Still refusing to listen or give in to the warnings, she stubbornly wrote it off as her imagination due to the intense heat.

By the time she reached the peaks of the clan above it was already too late for her clan. The dry foliage and brush around the clan made it an easy target for one of the worst ways for a cat to die. For many moons they had been having issues with the clan to the west of them, fighting over prey that managed to go up the steep hill between them. They had gotten into so many quarrels that they had planted thorn bushes at the tree line to give them a bit more protection. Recently the clan had been taken over in a plot to control the nearby clans or in her clans case, wipe it out. They snuck across the fallen tree over the river with a single ember. Together they loudly announced themselves to draw some of the warriors out of camp, the camps defense plan going into action as they knew it would from their spy on the inside. An apprentice from their clan had pretended to be a kit and was taken in and raised as one of them, meeting once in a full moon to report back. With this knowledge they were able to trap most of the clan in the camp before lighting the brush wall ablaze. After that the warriors that had come out to defend the clan tried everything they could but it was no use and they too were picked off by the enemy attack.

Birchstar saw the billowing smoke from the raging fire below rise above the mountainside and she knew what had happened. Birds flying away in panic, she sprinted as fast as she could while the clan to the north prepared a party to come and help her. Seeing no other option, she threw herself off the meeting spot at the top of the giant waterfall, landing in the water and breaking a few of her legs but able to survive, a punishment from StarClan as the rains finally came and extinguished the flames. By then the clan to the east was already gone and her clan was no more. In this life she spent the rest of her days in a den outside of the clan to the north, being taken care of by them but living in a bit of a daze, rarely leaving her den for anything. Once she came to the end of her long life, she saw StarClan, leaving its mark on her soul as she awoke to her new life, a chance to make up for her failures as StarClan called a new leader to the once great clan’s territory. They knew he’d need guidance and sent her so she’d be older than him by the time they sent him to her. In the meantime Birchstep listened to every vision she received and did whatever she could to prepare the territory for the new clan.

As soon as she was able to fend for herself, she left her mother and began her life of tending to the land, planting trees replenish the ones lost to the fire around the camp and spending many moons digging out many escape tunnels to avoid such a terrible fate happening again. No longer was she carefree and arrogant, instead she was driven and vigilant. Though she would act as a mentor to the new leader once he arrived, she had adamantly decided that she would never take a position of power within the clan again, even if offered. Though she had learned her lesson, she didn’t want to risk becoming arrogant again and loosing her place in StarClan that she was fighting so hard to earn.
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[SushiFoxx]

Username: SushiFoxx
Cat Name: BrackenPatch
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: https://toyhou.se/Sushifox/characters/folder:2183891
Age: 1 year/12 moons
Prompt: He had just lost all his parents/siblings and family in general, he is heartbroken, trying to figure out why StarClan would just take them all away from him, what did he do wrong..? He would often hide in the warrior den, and when he did go on patrols he didn't do well. He would barely eat, which scared the medicine cats deeply, Brackenpatch would go to his corner and sob all day until he fell asleep. Somedays he would just disappear out of camp to have some peace to himself.

[CloudedDiamond]

Username: CloudedDiamond
Cat Name: Bracken
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Clan: Tribe of Endless Travelling
Age: 18 Moons
Prompt:

The kits, where were the kits? Brackenpaw looked wildly around camp. Roseleaf's kits had vanished and no cat could find them. Brackenpaw checked the apprentice's den. Nothing. No kits in sight. Brackenpaw sniffed around on the ground. Something. A faint scent trail of milk and warmth. He followed it. It circled around the camp some before heading towards the entrance. Oh no. "The kits! The kits left the camp!" He called out to any cat who was in camp. A small band of warriors gathered around the apprentice. The apprentice realized that they had expected him to lead them to the kits. He began tracking the scent again. He followed it through the pine forest, the scents barely noticeable above the scent of pine needles. But Brackenpaw managed. He continued following the scent trail until they came to the shore. This couldn't end well. But then Brackenpaw heard a faint squeak behind him. A mouse, perhaps? He turned to look anyways and. There were the kits. All of them. Brackenpaw walked up to the kits, warriors following behind. "What were you guys doing out of camp, and so close to the shore! You know how dangerous it is to be this far." The kits all muttered a small apology and the band of cats began heading back to camp. But the trouble wasn't over yet. A shriek could be heard just over the cats. Of course. Just their luck. As the kits walked just a few pawsteps ahead of the warriors, a hawk swooped by and almost took off with one of the kits. The warriors rushed over to them and stood over them, hoping to protect them. Brackenpaw stood just in front of the warriors, claws unsheathed. As the hawk swooped back down again, clearly not realizing the kits were no longer there, grabbed Brackenpaw by his haunches instead, and attempted to lift the large apprentice off the ground. In the same moment, the warriors sprung up and took down the hawk, killing it before it could fly away. The kits stared in horror at the events that just occurred.
The cats returned to camp, their prey and kits in tow. Roseleaf ran up to her kits and licked each of their heads in turn. Brackenpaw watched as the warriors dragged the hawk to the fresh-kill pile. Honeystar watched the warriors move the prey, then turned her attention to Brackenpaw. Brackenpaw hoped, for just a few moments, that he'd receive his warrior name. Instead, however, it was much worse.
"Where were you? We needed you in camp to help look! Instead, you wandered out and happened to catch up with the patrol just for credit!"
Roseleaf looked up from her kits. "Actually, Honeystar, he's the one who found their scent trail."
"Nonsense," the she-cat said. "He saw the patrol leave and followed them."
One of the warriors who were with Brackenpaw spoke up. "Actually, he did find the scent trail. If it wasn't for Brackenpaw, the kits might be dead."
The medicine cat began treating Brackenpaw's wounds from the hawk as the arguing continued.
"You're just saying that because he's an apprentice hoping for a reward. I don't want to hear any more of this. Once Riverbreeze is done tending to him, I want him chased out."
Brackenpaw stared in horror, the herbs used on his wounds no longer stinging. Honeystar glared at the tom, before turning around and going back to her den. As Riverbreeze finished, the warriors who had helped him find the kits began slowly escorting him to where they had initially found the kits. As they reached the shore, they caught some prey and shared tongues together one last time. Brackenpaw's mentor ran up before they had all said their goodbyes, and wished him farewell. He had been the warrior's first apprentice, and now he would never finish his training. He would never get to see the day where Brackenpaw gained his warrior name. He'd come back for his mentor one day. But for now, he had to say farewell to his clanmates. As he began wadding into the water, he heard his old friends begin walking back towards camp. Soon Brackenpaw crossed to the other side with a new name. Bracken. He was no longer an apprentice. He was on his own now, or so he thought.
[723 words]

[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody
Cat Name:
Gender:
Rank:
Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Prompt: Mark!!

[ivyy.]

Username: bunnoblizzard
Cat Name: Acorn ---> Acornwing
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋n
Age: 1 year + 4 moons
Prompt: Why me? Why now? The rain beat on his back hide, his heart aching more than the bruises from earlier, "I'm sorry Leafpaw." He whispered even though no other cat could hear him. "I'm doing this for your own good." He added, trudging through the thick, squishy mud with a solemn expression, tears and rain droplets dried on his cheek. Acorn couldn't. He loved Leafpaw so, so much but how could he throw all the things he has already away to join Ocean Clan? How? He truthfully didn't know. Will she miss him? Don't be silly you idiot she isn't even a warrior yet. The dark, harsh voice in his mind crept back in. How could she ever love someone whose loyalty never was to her? Hm? He growled mentally and then choked with grief, "I did it for her, for her Claw!"

He had a sudden flashback of every she-cat before Leafpaw that abandoned him, turned him down, rejected him, including his very own mother. He remembered how his older brother, Claw, had lent a paw to him and saved him from the dark hole he had entered. Claw helped him when no one did. Not his father, mother, or anyone else! How could he forget that day, though? Neither of the toms did. Acorn remembered his larger, older brother hovering over Leafpaw like a vengeful shadow, baring his teeth and growling at her despite her not being able to hear his ghostly anger.

Claw was angry. Claw was angry that his brother made the same mistake all over again! And for what? A brown tabby apprentice she-cat who he had learned to love? How could his brother be so blind? So selfish? How? Claw and Acorn, despite their bruised relationship, kept coming back to the same question. How? How did their beautiful brotherly relationship go so south? How did his littermate, his best friend, his only best friend, turn on him? Acorn shook his head and sobbed as the mud drew him closer without him realizing it. How did he ever trust anyone ever again? He remembered. Leafpaw's warm smile, bright and beautiful amber eyes, warm counseling, and excitable spirit. That's how. That's how he fell in love. That's how he learned her spirit and personality. That's why he would risk the world for her. But she never knew.

Acorn's love for the bright, enthusiastic beauty of an apprentice split him apart from his rouge brother. That's how. Because of something truly beautiful and rare and wonderful, something every cat or creature will find one day, something everyone dreams of secretly or obviously- A loud squelching sound interrupted his warm hearty feeling and he realized he was no longer trudging but sliding. Sliding into the dark, murky mud with no one to save him this time. Claw was dead, only appearing in his mind. His mother and father who hated him and his brother were now long gone. And his love... she must hate him too. He was- Oh no! He flailed his paws as he began to sink further, his thoughts rapidly spreading through his mind but a rusty, anger-filled voice blew through his panicked thoughts. Claw. Swim! Swim you, idiot! Acorn's chin barely caressed the mud as he frowned with determination, beating his paws through the muddy swamp.

Until he heard an angelic voice, one of no others. It was hers. Leafpaw had come for him. "Grab on!" She yowled, panic glittering her voice and her bright amber eyes filled with concern and sorrow. "Please!" She added rapidly. Acorn didn't have time to feel overjoyed before a hardy tom gripped his scruff and thrust him towards the large stick his lover and her friend, Poppypaw was holding. He scented his brother but didn't have time to acknowledge him as he beat his legs and reached for the stick, grabbing on with such ferocity that even his heart held tight to his last string of hope. They tugged and tugged until he popped out of the mud with a loud noise. He gasped and cried out, "Leafpaw, Poppypaw! You came!" He yelled, tears once more filling his eyes. But not of sadness. His lover rubbed her cheek against his and purred, "I'd never leave you, Acorn." Love. Love was filling the holes in his heart, the tears in his eyes, and the holes he accidentally left in his brother. Love was the answer.

[751 words; new record for longest stars entry by me ]

[astraf]

Username: astraf
Cat Name: fernwing
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: skylight walkers
Age: 41 moons
Prompt:

There she was. The love of his life, on the grass dying.
He rushed over to her, regret filling his heart.
He never got to ask. She never knew how he felt.
And before Songbird's final breath, he whispered three simple words.
"I love you."
Songbird gasped out a reply, the last time he'd ever hear her voice.
"I love you too."

[Shiver Hohojiro]

Username: All Along Watchtower
Cat Name: Juniperflower
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Retiree (temporary)
Clan: Clan of the Sea Breeze
Age: 18 moons
Prompt:
Juniper was rescued by twolegs when she was a kit, a little clean and round kit scooped up from under a shed. With no mama, no siblings around, they assumed she was abandoned, and decided to raise her. Weaned early first onto wet and then onto dry food, Juniper never learned the art of hunting, never remembered what it was like to be outside in the cold and rain. Faintly, she's sure she had siblings, a mother, but it is all so distant...

Her twolegs liked to play with her, their hands her targets. They'd spin her around, let her pounce, latch on. At four moons old, she earned her nickname, Nipper, for being a little mouthy during playtime. By eight moons, the nickname was no longer affectionate. Hands in Juniper's world alternated between things of play and things of comfort, and she never quite managed to guess which was which - especially since, still a feisty young kitten, she always wanted it to mean play.

Slowly, hands began to gain two new meanings: yelling, and pain. Juniper retreated under the couches and bed, and tried not to think of playtime much anymore.

When she was around a year old, something new happened: her twolegs let her outside. They had always been so cautious when she was a kit, adamant that she had to stay inside, careful to close doors before she could get out - but this time, when an attempt to pet her ended with her latched on their arm and all that yelling again - the front door was opened, and she was thrown into the yard. Every sight and smell and sound was so much, overwhelming after being kept indoors so long, and Juniper stayed in the front yard by the house for the rest of the day.

When the door reopened, it was barely by a crack. On the other side was Juniper's cat carrier. Juniper wasn't fond of travel, but she wanted back inside, so she scurried into the crate, desperate for any chance to go in. The twoleg took her to the car, and drove somewhere Juniper couldn't recognize, somewhere that definitely was not the vet. Eventually, they stopped, and the twoleg took her crate from the car, opened its door, dumped her out, and drove back off, leaving her by a river.

Juniper had never learned to hunt - didn't know how to fend for herself in the wild. She traveled back into the town she'd once lived in, unsure where to go, how to get home - if she was even wanted back home. Occasionally, she'd find spots where twolegs lefts out food for the community cats, and she allowed herself to trust strange twolegs just long enough to try to eat - but community cats didn't take well to strangers eating at their food.

It's Haywing who found her, huddled in a crumpled alleyway box, ears notched, one still bleeding, scratches on her leg infected. Perhaps it was a good thing. Haywing, out of everyone in the Clan, had a way of soothing very frightened cats. They swam back to the island with her on their back, brought her straight to Ravenmask. Eventually, she'll be - basically - an apprentice, learning to hunt or scout or use herbs - but for now, she is being allowed peaceful respite in the retirees' den.