[Only_Sky]

A written FCFS!!

This cat has done something despicable, what was it?
Minimum of 500 words!
RU's will be given to those who post within 15 minutes of the winner.

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Description: Black rosette tabby bicolour with amber eyes
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Edits: [NR] Claws, wings item [C] Min fur edit,
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[craig?]

Username: craig?
Cat Name: Bellleap
Gender: male
Rank: nurse
Clan: https://toyhou.se/Almondclans/characters/folder:2415695
Age: 29 moons
Prompt:

What was it that Bellleap did?

You're going to have to be more specific.

Perhaps it was the time he stole blankets from a twoleg kit to use in his own den?

The mother of the kit was very displeased and rumor has it she's now out for blood at any cat who looks similar.

"Don't worry about her," The tom yawned, "She can just go get a new one from her own nest."

"Are you sure that wasn't her only blanket?"

"I left at least one more with the kit, and most twolegs have at least one blanket per den in their nest."

No, not despicable at all!

Perhaps it could be the wings he stole from a twoleg on the side of the road?

"He had more," Bellleap yawns.

The twoleg was known to chase away cats with a stick afterwards, despite having been welcoming to them before.

"I really don't see why he was so upset! He had at least as many of them as I have toes on my front left paw," He holds his paw up to examine it. "And that's quite a few!"

Maybe the fact that he'd been known to hang around the foragers and hunters after they get back and hear them discuss which piece of prey or scrap they were looking forward to eating the most, only for it to be conveniently missing by the time they got to the fresh kill pile.

"It wasn't me," He shrugs, ignoring the small downy feather that just fell from his mouth. "You may want to ask the queens or the elders, they do eat first, after all."

Perhaps it would be the time that he fed an apprentice a poppy seed or two the day of their assessment? He denies it every time, but their mentor always snorts and claims it was far too convient.

"His leg was still sore from the night before!" Bellleap gasps, as if scandalized that you would make such an assumption. "He was just tired from having over-exerted himself playing tag with the geese in the park."

"Likely story," Their mentor scoffed.

The apprentice did pass with flying colors a few days later, and they seemed very fond of the nurse after that, looking up to him in a brotherly sort of way.

"Apprentices just like me," He laughs. No one mentions it again when another apprentice conveniently also is too "sick and tired" to preform their assessment the night after having to heal from a minor injury. (Except for their mentor and the one before, they're both a bit peeved.)

"Maybe it was when I was offered to name a queen's kit and I requested she name it after me?" He offers, a playful smirk. "Having two cats with the same prefix is so confusing, it may as well be the most evil thing a cat has done."

Well, no matter which one it is, everyone has their own opinion. Maybe one day he'll do something to top the rest, though!

[canadianhowl]

Username: dascanadiansparkle
Cat Name: Eaglesnap
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: galactic skies
Age: 37 months
Prompt: Eaglesnap was ready to leap at the little fox cubs he saw ahead of him. Just any moment now and he was ready… once they were in the right position. The cubs were playing around before squealing when they saw the cat leap at them and charge at fullspeed. They ran instantly back to their den and Eaglesnap knew he had to stop there. He let out a heavy huff before standing back up and tracked onward. He walked for a few minutes before hearing the beats of wings. Maybe while he’s out here he can catch some prey? The cat smiled before he began to climb up the tree. Step by step he took to be careful so he wouldn’t slip until he reached a nearby branch. Alright… just on the count of three he could do it. One. Two. Three! Eaglesnap hissed and leapt at the bird. He thought it was an owl or hawk based on what he saw before but once he hit the ground with his catch in hands, he dropped it and backed away. It was an eagle. That was the animal of his guardian stars. He… he killed an eagle! No… no no no! Eaglesnap shook his head and tried to frantically place the bird somewhere to hide it but, someone found him.

“Ayo Eaglesnap!” Vixencloud shouted after finding the tom. “Haha hey I got a story to tell you! Okay okay so like-“ she stopped when seeinf a frozen Eaglesnap with a dead eagle in his paws. Vixencloud was stunned to say the least and shook her head. Wait… was she seeing what she was seeing? “Eaglesnap did… no you found this eagle dead right? You know we can’t kill our animal that guides us!”

“I swear I didn’t know! I swear to the stars! Vixencloud please don’t tell the rest of the clan! Please don’t tell Ramstar! I didn’t know what it was from the shadows when I looked above me. It looked like an owl or a hawk!” He begged. The poor tom was frantic thinking about how angry Ramstar might be. He knew how angry that tom could become and that was something no cat wanted. Ramstar’s wrath was the scariest thing…

Vixencloud sighed before nodding. “Fine, I’ll keep your secret but… don’t do that again!” She mumbled before looking back down at the bird. “I can say I caught it okay and you lead me to its scent. That way it wouldn’t be something on your end that you did wrong.” She was about to grab the bird when another cat emerged. It was Ramstar himself.

“Eaglesnap! I expect that you know what you’ve done? I won’t hide it I heard it all. You killed a relative of your star companion! Do you know what that means! Do you?!” Ramstar hissed. His claws unsheathed out of anger. The young tom stayed still before nodding his head. Ramstar calmed down before motioning the two to follow him back to camp for a talk…

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[Archaeopteryx.]

Username: MutatedCry
Cat Name: Falcon
Gender: Male
Rank: Loner
Clan: Clan of Eternal Sun
Age: 2 years
Prompt:

There were things caught in the desert, things hanging between life and death. Things you would do well to avoid.

Falcon had never learnt that lesson.

He should have. He should have learned. He should have paid heed to the warnings, to keep his head down, to either escape the desert when he had the chance or to keep out of the attention of the things that inhabited it. Trickster spirits, while well-beloved in the desert cats' stories and mythology, never had anything good come out of the things they did.

And yet, Falcon still became one of them.

When he was still young, barely considered more than a kitten to most, he came across a crumpled figure in the desert. A heap of flesh and feather and sinew, still breathing though every breath sounded like the hiss of a dying brushfire. And despite himself, he crept forwards, staring down at the shifting figure of the injured angel.

It stared up at him with golden eyes, as piercing as the sun. For a second, he thought it could see through him, but the angel didn't move. Didn't react.

"I can help you," he started, eyes flickering over the angel's mass. "I know a little about medicine. About the desert. I can help you."

"What will it cost?" Hissed the angel, all dying smoke and fading cinders.

"A pair of wings."

The angel rumbled, wings and feathers beginning to move in protest, and so he continued hurriedly, "Just the smallest pair you have. I've always wanted to touch the sky, you see, and I think we could both gain something from this. I give you my word that I will help you to the best of my ability."

It hissed, drawing its wings close to itself, but murmured its assent.

Angelfire hurt. Maybe even more than instability. Falcon had never had the opportunity to ask (though if he got the chance, he would jump on the opportunity in a heartbeat). When the smoke cleared from his eyes and the ichor stopped dripping from his pelt, he stood and shook himself out.

The new limbs were clumsy, but he shook them out and they obeyed his wishes. He smiled, then.

"You said you would help me," Golden eyes flickered warily, and ah, there it was. The barest glimmer of realization that came moments too late, that would have come much sooner if not for the golden blood staining the sand.

"And I will." Falcon soothed. "Just give me a moment. I will go grab some herbs for you. I will be right back, I promise."

The eyes followed him as he crested the hill, only to flee as soon as he was out of eyeshot. He assumes the angel is now long dead, or else it would have come for him long ago.

He thinks it's worth it. To steal the wings from an angel, something no mortal cat had ever done before. And to get away with it! The perfect crime. The angel value their wings most of all, and he has won it. The ultimate prize.

[Hush]

Username: Hush
Cat Name: Strixtalon (Strix as in mythology I’ll omen bird not order owls are in)
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: Clan of Roaring Silence
Age: 20 moons
Prompt:
Eaglefeather is from the clan of the forgotten hollow, one known for having not the most savory of cats. So wrong deeds are common, though truly despicable ones are still uncommon. What he did was as an apprentice, just barely old enough to be named one along with his siblings. Though you wouldn’t know it due to his flippant attitude, he is an extremely jealous tom. This applied to his siblings as well willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. Talking to his mentor, he found out what the predator rotation was at the time and an idea came to his mind. Why share his mothers affection and the praise of the clan for his strength with his siblings when he could have it all to himself? He instantly knew exactly what to do to get away with it as well. A whisper finding him in his dreams, a dark figure with glowing red eyes. Little did he know at the time but he was just an experiment for the dark forest cat that corrupted his mind and twisted his personality. Hollowstar played with him to see how far his influence would reach. For the evil former leader it was all a game he had started to play when the tom was first born. His own descendant was sent away out of his territory where his influence weakened, so he needed to practice first while he waited for Cerberus to return.

After planting the seeds of betrayal, not even the medicine cats prophecy could save the young apprentices from Eaglefeather’s plans. The day came and Eaglepaw called to his siblings, egging them on to go farther up the mountainous terrain to the north of their territory, exactly where the wolf pace who patrolled the area lived. He purposefully avoided going up wind so the other apprentices wouldn’t pick up on the scent of danger and flea. Once significantly deep into their territory, Eaglepaw lured them to the edge of the cliff to look at something before knocking into them, using surprise to send one of his siblings plummeting to their death. The other caught himself before going over and a battle issued. Though Eaglepaw wasn’t completely unprepared for this outcome. All he needed was to keep the high ground and he did. Though his sibling was fighting for his life, Eaglepaw didn’t blink an eye. His whole body seemingly moved on its own, fueled by an unknown greed. The battle lasted a good few minutes, both cats exchanging blows and even as his brother grew tired, Eaglepaw’s stamina did not waver. Hollowstar possessing him to keep him going and to finish the job. Finally with one last tackle, his brother went over the cliff to the waiting wolves below. Hollowstar finally lost his hold on the young cats mind and Eaglepaw was numb, realizing what he had done and also knowing no one would believe him if he told the truth about what he had Experienced

[mal du pays]

Username: Kris Dreemurr
Cat Name: Hawk
Gender: Nonbinary
Rank: Crew?
Clan: https://toyhou.se/Takura/characters/folder:2294188
Age: 77 moons
Prompt:
Hawk could hear the crackling of the grass under their paws as they crept closer, closer, ever closer.
They had come here to do one thing, and one thing only - sent by the leader of the Galleon, they were ordered to help bring down the fall of the group, at whatever cost it took.
They pressed down lower to the ground, hitching their breath - waiting, just a moment longer - then they sprung, grabbing onto the cat who'd poorly decided to cross paths with them today. In their haste they did not check to see WHO it was they had attacked, but at this point it was too late - they'd grabbed on, and would fight like hell to stay attached.
"Hey!" The other party snarled, bucking to throw them off. It was easy work for them, as it turned out to be someone else entirely - instead of the leader of the Veil, they'd found someone who'd they'd never want to trifle with.
Before them was Kali, of L Corp infamy.
"What do you think you're doing?" She snarled, dropping into a crouch in front of them. Hawk refused to back down, however, and they puffed themself up. "You're on my turf, kid."
"I'm not a kid!" Hawk snapped in response, tail lashing. "I'll have you know that I have an important job I need to be doing."
"Really now?" Kali seemed unimpressed. "Seems like you're doing poorly at that."
"Shut up!" A huff. "I just need to find someone from the Veil, and then once I get rid of them.."
"Interesting." Kali seemed to pause, genuinely mulling over what they'd said. "You want to get rid of the Veil?"
"Why?"
"Maybe I'd be interested in lending a hand." She responded.
"Really?"
"Mhm."

It wasn't long before Hawk and Kali met again, this time to discuss plans more thoroughly. Hawk had wanted to go for their healer, a fluffy girl named Moxie, but Kali had another idea.
"Go after his kid."
"What?"
"Go after Triptych's kid, Meteorite." Kali quirked a brow. "He was devastated after the first one went missing. If you go for the second one, it should be easy to get rid of him entirely."
Hawk gave pause, wondering if this was a good idea. They knew why he'd been upset about the first one - she lived in their own camp. But they shook off any potential guilt they'd feel as they nodded to Kali, interested. "Good idea. You have any way to get her out of camp?"
"I can say Carmen wants to speak with her." Kali responded a moment later. "Then I can lead her to you, and we can get rid of the Veil entirely."
Hawk gave a contented chirp, their tail flicking by their paws. "Alright. Three days from now and we can make a move, I think."
"Perfect."

On Kali's signal, Meteorite had been lead straight to where Hawk was lying in wait.
Closer, closer..
Kali caught their eye in the bushes, and she seemed to give a nod.
And at that moment, Hawk sprung without hesitation.

[ԏєѧѻӆғוѓԑ]

Username: ԏєѧѻӆғוѓԑ
Cat Name: ori
Gender: male
Rank: ??
Clan: moonlight sanctuary
Age: 1 year
Prompt:

This cat’s terrible crime was among the worst in the unrecorded history of the Moonlight Sanctuary. He broke no rule, technically, though it might have since become a rule after the terrible shock he brought to the members of the clan. They would have thought it went without saying, but not this cat. But what was this cat’s crime, you might ask ? How dare you ask, aren’t you ashamed of yourself for bringing the memory back to my head ? It’s really quite rude. But I’ll tell you.
It was late afternoon, the golden hour some called it. It was early in the autumn, where the leaves have started to change but the chill in the air isn’t too painful to bear. The leaders’ kittens, under the watchful eye of Cher, were frolicking in the thin layer of freshly fallen leaves. Cher, working to entertain them, started using his tail to gather them in bigger piles for the kittens to jump on top of. Delighted by this, Cinderpaw and Tigerpaw would scare each other back and forth, but Dustpaw seemed uninterested in hiding in the leaves. He stayed by Cher’s side for a while, but he grew bored of playing with a leaf by himself and started looking for something to do that wouldn’t risk him getting scared by his siblings. Unnoticed, he quietly disappeared into the woods, wandering off without really meaning to.
Dustpaw glimpsed the movement of a big, feathery wing, and walked towards it curiously, unsure if this feathered creature was a regular bird or a transformed member of his clan. He chased the quickly-moving shape further into the woods, but he lost the trail and realized he didn’t know where he was. He started calling out for help, hoping that the bird or cat he had followed here would hear his pleas and come to his rescue, but instead of choosing to help him like any sane cat would do, Ori leapt out from the bushes, startling Dustpaw to tears.
Surprised and a bit flustered at how terribly the kitten had taken a scare, Ori tried to console him, but Dustpaw, seeing the wings strapped to Ori’s back, thought that the cat was one of those cats cursed to turn into a bird permanently. Assuming that Ori was some sort of bad guy, Dustpaw ran away from him, further into the dark woods.
Ori chased down Dustpaw and caught him without much trouble, but now was stuck with a crying child trying to get away from him, and didn’t know where to go with him or how to get him to stop crying. He tried telling him that he was secretly a guardian angel, and that that was why he had wings, not because he was cursed. Dustpaw’s crying slowed a little, but he was skeptical. In order to prove that he was there to help, he offered to take Dustpaw home, but Dustpaw didn’t know the direction of the camp. It took a few days for Ori to get him back, and this worried everyone sick. I—I mean, Cher—never really forgave Ori for making Dustpaw cry.

[Mooshyy]

Username: mooshyy
Cat Name: wingfire
Gender: male - he/him
Rank: warrior
Clan: hollowclan
Age: 32 moons
Prompt: she stole a pair of brown wings.

there's more to the story than "he stole a pair of wings" much, much more. she lived with her mother all her life and was born in an ally. her mother had always wore these brown wings which wingfire had always thought were beautiful. she got to try them on every once and a while, but they were always too big for her.

so, why did she steal them? when wingfire had been nearly 30 moons old, her mother decided it was time for her to find somewhere better to live, somewhere with food.

so she, and her mother, left for the forest her mother had only heard rumor of. the forest was dangerous, but, it was rich with mice, rabbits, fish, you name it. the travel to the forest took nearly a moon, mostly due to attacks, need to scavenge for food, etc. but once they finally made it to the forest, they were not prepared for what it had in store for them.

they met a sphynx cat who's eyes were as red as blood. the sphynx cat warned them of what laid beyond the outskirts of the forest, monsters, spells, everything terrible. the cat sounded terrified, as if he never wanted to even think about it again, but felt it be his duty to guard the horrible monsters that lay within.

my mother and i felt no reason to test his knowledge and never stepped foot into the proclaimed forest. but, all of their prey outside of the dense forest that laid within the borders of the land had all seemed to have resided in the forest within.

wingfire had nearly forced her mom to go into the forest with her. she wished she had never done that.

she didn't know how right that old cat was about the core of the forest. the forest had monsters she can't describe and honestly doesnt want to, there were beasts that shook her to her very core. but, to her mother, they had killed her.

her mother's demise was the sharp jaws of the mangled creatures from within.

wingfire stole the wings off of her mother's still warm and bleeding corpse.
she regrets every second and moment of it, the stealing of the wings, the leading her mother into a death trap, everything.

if only she could have undone what she had caused.
-time-


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edit: ill just send it in anyways lol

[fruitbat]

Username: fruitbat
Cat Name: Rumble Of The Rocky Earth, "Rocky"
Gender: Male
Rank: Commanding swimmer
Clan: First Woods Tribe
Age: 3 years
Prompt:
This is an unforgiving world, and his old clan definitely made that clear. Might makes right, the ends justify the means, and the only sin is defeat. Rocky is not cut out for such a place. He has been small from birth and has proved to be an easy target amongst other cats. He's viewed with unruly indifference and treated with animosity, never really aspiring for anything beyond survival and a modicum of comfort. In a pragmatic society the runts and leftovers may not honoured or even respected, but they still have their place. This has been the toms mindset for quite some time. Anywhere there is labour to be done, he will be found working. Head done, mouth shut, mindlessly moving his body to the whims of the leaders. Assigned tasks considering to be degrading by the warrior caste, Rocky's primary responsibility was to maintain fresh kill, and in the eyes of many, his position elevated him to a status not much higher than the animal corpses.

Although most are disgusted, or even confronted, by weakness, Rocky has lolled around in it's demise for quite some time. Finally, he had enough. It was time to cause an uproar in society, a riot, if you will. His leaders were cruel, and would not forgive him for this. Rather than face a brutal execution, he would rather die by combat knowing he was doing what was right and just. Rocky knew this was to be his last act, and he felt something welling up in him that he'd never experienced before. Defiance. He challenged his leader directly, demanding that he face him in a trial of life and death. When he heard the challenge, the leader roared laughter to the sky as loud as the rolling thunder. Warriors followed suit, either out of amusement or an eagerness to demonstrate their solidarity with the chieftain. Despite this Rocky stood firm. If he had to die, it would be dignified.

The leader accepted the challenge, loudly boasting that it would be an amusing way to pass a couple of moments. By the time the duel began, Rocky had so much pent up confidence and anger that he was almost fuming from the ears. He launched himself at the leader, claws out for a lethal kill. It took the leader by surprise, and although Rocky wasn't an experienced fighter, he'd always been quick and agile. Before the leader could collect himself from the stun, Rocky had unleashed his fury and there was no longer a living leader. He had just killed for the first time... something no one ever saw coming. He quickly sought somewhere else to stay, somewhere where he could leave his past trauma behind.

Still pumped with adrenaline, the young tom ran for the mountains. If he was to escape, it had to be fast before the other warriors of the clan tried to do the same to him. Luckily Rocky was small and agile, for he could outrun the clan without even breaking a sweat. He soon found his new clan, the First Woods Tribe, who happily accepted the new member. A murderer, yes, but no one has to know.

[Only_Sky]

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