[I Like Bees]

Prompt suggested by allynabean

Tell me about a time this cat lost something

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[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b] (Please link)
[b]Age:[/b] (1 year or above)
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Name: Cherviltail
Gender: F (she/her)
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Shattered Stoneclan
Description: Chocolate silver classic
lynx mink with turquoise eyes
Age: 18 months
Edits: Accessories (nr)
Owner: aglassman

[ivyy.]

Username: bunnoblizzard
Cat Name: Leopardberry
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋n
Age: 2 years + 4 moons
Prompt: Leopardberry made one of the worst mistakes of her life. She lost hope.

[stqrveil]

Username: stqrveil
Cat Name: Beeflight
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: VerdantClan
Age: 20 moons
Prompt:
Bee and his brother Hare were born to a roaming loner. Trying to find a suitable home for her kits, she ran away from the twoleg packed streets of a town. In a peaceful marsh, she raised them, and taught them to hunt and defend themselves until they each became strong and independent. During a harsh leafbare their mother suggested that they move closer to the Twolegplace, where plump prey and rats ran plentiful, and they agreed, and for several moons they feasted on the prey. A few twolegs noticed them and were grateful for the pest help. However, one night she never came back from a hunting trip, both Bee and Hare accused the twolegs, and they waited for her to come back if the chance ever came. It never did. When leafbare passed the decision was made that they shouldn’t stay, as they feared and hated the twolegs, and they could survive without the prey of the town. Both of them grew closer as siblings and never took each other’s company for granted. It was only a few moons after they had found a suitable place to settle that two ravenous foxes found and ambushed them. For ages it seemed, they fought tooth and claw, but it was clear that the brothers were losing. Both of their pelts were covered in blood, and although one of the foxes had fled, the last was determined to finish them both. Bee had collapsed and was laying barely conscious, but Hare was standing between the fox and Bee with claws unsheathed . He stumbled when the fox lunged at his side. The fox took the opportunity. In one quick and violent motion it snatched Hare in its jaws and pounded him to the ground with a sickening thud, and it was just then that Sunstar lunged out of a cluster of bracken and gave it several hard blows on its side. With a few surprised yowls it bolted away. Sunstar streaked to Hare’s side and was nudging his fur, and panic stricken, Bee scrambled barely breathing to the limp brown body of his beloved brother. He looked up to see Sunstar gazing at him with grief.
“He’s… He’s dead. I’m so sorry.”

Bee had lost his brother.

[Ember the Wolf]

Username: Ember the Wolf
Cat Name: Hickorywhisp
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Willowclan
Age: 2 years, only just a warrior
Prompt:
Hickorywhisp is known throughout the clan for losing things, as sweet and good-natured as she is, she's constantly forgetting things and misplacing things. She even lost track of her brother Hawkmoth, much to his amusement.

[aglassman]

Username: Aglassman
Cat Name: Cherviltail
Gender: F (she/her)
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Shattered Stoneclan
Age: 18 months
Prompt:

The golden afternoon sun drifted through rustling leaves to the dappled streamside below. Caught in one glowing beam was a plump vole, and just behind it, Cherviltail stalked in for the kill. She had been tracking down this vole since she had scented its trail in the late morning air on her way through this bramble. Tightening her muscles, she focused down on her prey and took one last step, snapping her paw forward and severing the creature's spine in one clean swipe. Happily, the chocolate tabby picked up her catch and turned tail, retracing her steps through the sharp yellow field to the barn she called home with her small family.
Minutes later, she leaped up the hay loft with her prize and dropped it at Thrushfur's feet, but her mother looked down at the freshkill and only furrowed her brow slightly. "Cherviltail, what is this?"
Suddenly, Cherviltail's heart dropped into her stomach like a stone. Her chest tightened and she started to gasp, quick and shallow.
The herbs. I forgot the herbs. Now it all came rushing back. Her mother had sent her out to the stream to find comfrey, but when Cherviltail had noticed the vole-scent on the breeze, she had set the delicate roots down in a dip in the hayfield and left them.
Her mother repeated the question. "Chervil? Where is the comfrey? Whistlingwren's scratch is starting to flare up again."
Oh, Starclan, where was the comfrey? Where had she been when she lost track of time? She couldn't remember. No, even if she did, the tender herbs would have already shriveled among the dry grass in the midday sun. And now it was Sunfall and Whistlingwren was wounded and there was nothing any of them could do to help her and all Cherviltail had brought back was a stupid stinking vole!
The young cat's eyes began to water. "I forgot," she mumbled to the ground, no more than a whisper. "I left it in the field."
Their mother had been teaching her two adult daughters what little she remembered about useful herbs for when they had families of their own to care for, but Cherviltail was certain that she was only trying to teach her healing because she knew she wouldn't survive outside of the shelter of the barn. Who would want a cat who was too small to fight, slept all day when she was supposed to hunt, and hunted when her own kin was wounded with no herbs? Stupid.
"Hey now, little one, it's okay," Thrushfur purred, twisting her tail around her daughter's. "We can go out to the stream again tomorrow and collect more. Whistlingwren will be okay until then. I'm just glad you're taking an interest in your warrior heritage. Our ancestors can rest easy in the stars knowing that their legacy is being passed on."
Cherviltail gazed glumly over her mother's shoulder at the shadowy huddle that was her sister's fitfully sleeping figure. Would Starclan really be proud of a warrior like me?
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Inspired in part by my own struggle with ADHD and the anxiety that comes with it.

[I Like Bees]

Username: Aglassman
Cat Name: Cherviltail
Gender: F (she/her)
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Shattered Stoneclan
Age: 18 months
Prompt:
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Congrats! I loved the thought put into this story

I'd also like to award an HM to stqrveil!

[aglassman]

Ah! Thank you!