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this is a collab cat with nio! they made the lines and i did the coat :D
this cat's clan is under attack! how do they react?

ends may 16th @ CS rollover!

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Name: marulafrond
Gender: female
Rank: witchhunter
Clan: elmclan
Description: cinnamon-red charcoal braided torbie
lynx colorpoint with low white and blue-green eyes
Age: 45 moons
Edits: [NR] accessories, expression, scars
[C] whiskers, shorter tail, ear tufts [UC] mid fur,
heterochromia
Owner: ethium

[BigFrog4231]

Username: bigfrog4231
Cat Name: lilyheart
Gender: shecat
Rank: loner
Clan: the viper raiders
Age: 18 moons
Prompt:

The whole clan was running about, trying to collect what was left of their belongings before the rest of the Wildcreek cats came. For moons The Viper Raiders have been trying to keep their rival clan- Wildcreek- off their tails, but time catches up with everyone. Lilyheart was trying to grab as many herbs as she could when a caterwaul could be heard from the heart of camp. they're here! She thought, her heart sinking. She peaked out of the medicine den to see a huge fight unraveling in their camp. In the very center, Blackstar was fighting the leader of Wildcreek. She knew she should rush out of the den and help with the battle- to protect her home -but her paws stayed where they were.

She shrunk back into the medicine den, eyes wide with fear and her clan was destroyed. Her clan has retreating, beginning to collect the last of their belongings and fleeing to a new home. She felt rain drip through the roof of the medicine den as a storm began to roll in. She sunk farther back into the den, filled with thoughts of fear and doubt. Why couldn't I join the fight? What's wrong with me? She felt despair creep around her as the rain picked up, making the Wildcreek cats return to their clan.

Making sure there were no cats left, she crawled out of the den- completely soaked. The storm raged on as she tried to find anything left of her clan- anything that resembled the Sherrif's den or the nursery- but there was nothing left but splinters and rubble. She tried to pick out the scent of her traveling clanmates, but all she could smell was the heavy rain. Instead of this causing her to panic even more, she felt oddly relieved that she couldn't find her clan. If I found my clan, surely they would exile me for not protecting my clanmates- but if I leave now, they won't have any idea!

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Lilyheart arrived at the train station, her paws aching and pelt soaked. She jumped into one of the train cars, glad to have a chance to dry off. She shook off any excess water and curled up into the corner of the car, hearing the train signal is departure. Maybe being a loner wont' be so bad? It couldn't be worse than being exiled for cowardice

[ethium]

Username: ethium
Cat Name: marulafrond
Gender: female
Rank: witchhunter
Clan: elmclan
Age: 45 moons
Prompt:

The sharp tang of magic was the only warning any elmclan cat received. It rose up from the ground itself, sharp and tangy, like citrus or blood. The sheer volume of it made marula's lips peel back in a grimace, she braced herself for the onslaught. Elmclan camp guardians dashed to her side, defenders of their clan to the end. They wore warding herbs, but marula feared they would do little against the magic that seeped through the very air. She thought it might become a physical entity, choking and clawing as it pulled it's way through the gaps in the warding herbs, seeking targets, seeking death. She stiffened as mist crawled through the camp entrance, and three shadowy figures followed close behind.

Silent, and absolutely deadly, the three witches strode with malicious grins upon their faces. They approached with laughter, their high pitched voices carrying through the mist and chilling a mortal's blood to the bone. One look at them, and it was clear. These things were no friend of elmclan. She grimaced as the middle witch flicked her ebony tail and a new wave of magic and it's sickly smell hit her. It hit her elmclan companions harder, the guardians fell back two steps.

"Hold your ranks elmclan! Spread your herbs, use the dill-coated iron, and aim for the throat!" She growled, and with a vicious cry, unsheathed her own weapon and charged the three offenders. The guardians followed suit, taking up the weapons she had distributed while herb keepers rushed to distribute more of the witch-warding dill. Marulafrond launched herself at the center witch, who let out a vicious cry and also shot towards her, marula felt the gemstone at her throat pulse as the cat attempted to use magic on her. A wicked grin spread across marula's face. "Your magic won't work on me witch!" she spat and leaped, slashing her weapon in a downward arc and catching the surprised leader across the face. The offender hissed, stumbling backward as her skin burnt due to the dill.

"but how?!" the female demanded, her golden eyes flashing with resentment and confusion.

"Apparently not all witches agree with your world-domination plot. This was enchanted by one of your sisters, she gave it to me to defend me against enchantment." the witch spat ferociously, clearly hurt. Witches were close to one another, it was what made them so dangerous. For one to turn against their own kind.. it was an offense that would never be forgiven. "I will find this traitor. She will pay, just as you will pay for challenging me now!" The witch lunged, her claws outstretched, and Marula and the leader tussled in the dirt. Claws and teeth and flashing jaws. The sent of magic hit the air as her fellow elmclan guardians charged the remaining two witches and engaged them in battle. A horrible screech was heard, likely one of the witches falling, but marula was too entangled in battle with the leader to notice or care. They clawed and fought, tussling and yowling, trading blows and jeers at one another. Marula panted but bit down her exhaustion, fearful of showing any sort of weakness before such a malicious creature. Witches, true witches, had no morals or qualm. They were horrendous beasts that would destroy you without mercy if you got in their way.

Finally, Marula slashed the leader across the chest, and she stumbled backward, panting. Not even witches were immune to exhaustion. She hissed, turning her gaze towards her sisters, one of which lay limp in the dirt, defeated, and the other, cornered up a nearby tree by three elmclan guardians. Sensing defeat, the leader yowled.

"I will be back witchhunter!" she cried a look of absolute hate in her eyes, before turning on her heel and dashing back into the forest in the direction she had come.

"And I will be waiting." marula affirmed, sitting down as cries of victory erupted across elmclan camp. yes, she would be waiting.

[SilentMelody]

Dropping out!! Good luck to everyone <3

[!karkat]

username: !karkat
cat name: weaselpounce
gender: male
rank: captain
clan: verminclan
age: 2 years
prompt:

plan, divide, defend.

as one of verminclan's captains, weaselpounce does his best to make sure that everyone in his clan stays safe. alive at least. when the clan is under attack, his first instinct is to plan. find wolfstar, communicate, and inform the leader of his plans. the caregivers protect the kits, and the veteran warriors protect elders and matriarchs. the medic is giving their full attention to those who are injured, and the warriors will gather.

weaselpounce would divide them into groups - a stalker, steady, and stealthy in each group, accompanied by their apprentices. the leader and deputy help organize, barking orders and sending cats off into the fight. whether it be defense against an attacking clan, or foxes, badgers or other predators of the sort attempting to invest their camp . . . verminclan will defend until the fight ceases.

[néktar]

Username: nektar
Cat Name: burningfern
Gender: molly
Rank: warrior
Clan: shallowclan
Age: 35 moons
Prompt:
burningfern had been assigned watch duty that night, sitting among the lush leaves on a thick branch she dug her claws into the bark as an evening breeze drifted through her fur. her light blue eyes locked on the land bridge as the tide crept lower and lower, all was quiet and calm. the breeze stopped and her fur went stagnant, something felt off, she narrowed her eyes and lowered herself along the branch. she could see shapes of cats moving, and moving quickly. her tail lashed and she was off in a second, her heart racing as she bounded across the ruins towards the lagoon. her claws digging into the grass that quickly turned into sand and as she announced herself with a yowl. she relayed the activity to her leader, her heart still pounding, she knew it wasn't just their neighbors saying hello there was an ominous pack of cats.

she was instructed to gather the rest of the warriors and any of those who could fight. as her clan began to awake and bustle about the camp, she followed the warriors out, turning back to look at their beautiful home. her fur stood on edge and she growled baring her teeth. how dare they even attempt to impose upon them and their blissful island. anger in her heart and her breath fiery she ran alongside her clanmates. to her death she assumed but she was more then ready to lay her life down for her clan.

[alphias]

Username: Alpha Snowdust
Cat Name: Daisyfoot
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Clan of the Whispering Light
Age: 39 moons
Prompt:
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE CLANS ON FIRE?” Daisyfoot rolled out of her nest as a rumble of thunder shook the den, bonking her head on the ground, “Ow.”

“I never said fire.” Hastefur frowned, “I said and I quote, ‘The cats on the weather channel are liars.’ They said it would be a beautiful early morning for all cats out on early morning duties. But no! It’s thundering and pouring. The sky is attacking us! The sky must be at war with us and StarClan! Cause StarClan wouldn’t send lightn- wait, no they would. They totally would.”

Daisyfoot rolled her eyes and tilted her ears towards the den’s walls. Great, it was raining. Hard.

“You said fire.” Daisyfoot insisted, shaking out her fur, “How is there a fire if it’s raining?”

“You were asleep.” Hastefur retorted. Daisyfoot hissed, walking out of then den. Hastefur followed, “And indeed, there can’t be a fire if it’s raining.”

Daisyfoot ducked under the den’s entrance, squinting her eyes against the rain, before taking in the scene around the camp, “But there is a fire…”

“Wh-wh-“ Hastefur sputtered, following her.

Daisyfoot pointed in the direction of an overly-eager Turtlestar, rapidly whacking a small, but growing flame near the Clan’s entrance with a bag of sand.

“SEE? FIRE!” Daisyfoot shouted over thunder, running to help Turtlestar. She picked up a second bag of sand and began hitting the fire with it, screaming “THE FITNESS GRAM PACER TEST IS A MUL-“ the whole time.

[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Larking Maverick
Gender: Transmasc [ She-cat | Any pronouns ]
Rank: Vandal Sentry - Sun Platoon
Clan: The Principality
Age: 70 moons
Prompt: Follow her CO's orders and protect the group at all costs! For the glory of Ophigar!

The Vandal Sentry pricked her ears, alert to every foreign sound in the Ophigaric forest. After all, there was tell from the Scouts of a potential enemy invasion. The kits and Maidens had already taken shelter in the nearby village; all the platoons were out patrolling the borders, slinking into the shadows. Larking Maverick was with her platoon, the Sun platoon, and they were scouting the northern edge of Ophigar. Suddenly, a bush rustled, and out of the shadows came a roaring feline, dressed in the tattered leather of rogues. The enemy came barreling towards Maverick's commanding officer, the Colonel Knight, Billowing Bluffs. They swung their sleek katana and mortally wounded the opponent without ever twitching their tail. The cat was down in a pool of their own blood within milliseconds of jumping out of the bush.

As expected, more cats came, and like the faithful warriors they were, the Sun platoon launched into battle, slashing, shooting, and scratching away. Larking Maverick managed to slide under a couple cats twice her size, and attack their soft and vulnerable underbellies. She twirled and dodged, slit and thrust, all while maintaining that fiery rage, with her signature graceful execution adorning the top of the chaotic cake. The sun rose and fell throughout the day, and eventually the foolish rogues retreated. After a couple more careful patrols, the Principality group was safe at last. The Sun and Moon platoons met back up at camp, and their General Knight, Whistling Slash, congratulated them. Larking Maverick smirked and shared stories of her witty attacks with her friends and comrades. They all laughed the night away, while eating prey and tending to wounds.

[saltcow]

Username: saltcow
Cat Name: finchfang
Gender: non-binary [they / them ]
Rank: medicine cat
Clan: no mans land
Age: 23 moons
Prompt:

wip ! :D

[Chanceuxcat]

Username: Chanceuxcat
Cat Name: Tanzanite (Tanzy for short)
Gender: demi-girl (she/her)
Rank: SAR/Guard
Clan: Scorchclan
Age: 17 moons
Prompt:

Tanzanite's ears flick and her eyes snap open. Nearby smoke stings her nose, strong and black, uncontrolled and wild, and she grins reflexively. They're finally here, finally here to rescue her!

She leaps onto her paws, dashing out of the nursery den. It's not like it was that comfy anyway, having a permanent place to lay her head at night. No, not nice in anyway. This isn't her home. The sandy stretches of beach are with her crew... they're her real group anyway. Not these clan cats that opened their home to her, the rouge they found alone on the shore. Not these cats that washed away the sand dried in her wounds, fed her, helped her feel a warm feeling in her chest that lasted longer than any burst of happiness she had felt before. No, they certainly aren't her crew.

Yes, her crew had left her, likely thought her dead when she tripped in the sand while racing back to the meeting point, and a large wave caught her and tossed her about. But they couldn't be blamed for not looking back. They are here now, to reclaim her.

She glances around the camp, the camp she hadn't been allowed to leave alone for a whole two moons. The grass surrounding it is burning, bright green being swallowed and spit out into grey ash. Fire creeps up along the trees, and the kits are being led past her to hide in the parts of the forest not currently on fire.

Why is she feeling so guilty? Tanzanite has watched villages be destroyed before, but not in this way. She had never watched the residents fleeing, fighting to save their homes. Raiding the towns and stealing anything of value had been her primary line of sight, and she had lost sight of anything else along the way.

"Tanzanite!" a familiar voice shouts, a scarred face tossing aside one of the clan cats to get to her. "Nice to see you survived, we didn't think you made it! You been staying here for long? Oh!! Do you know where they keep their valuables?"
The cat's eyes glitter and Tanzanite takes a step back. This excitement used to be intoxicating but she just feels disgusted.

A brown and white blur streaks through the air with a yowl, tumbling into the scarred pirate cat. Inkrip leaves a mark that'll surely scar, shoving the cat away from Tanzanite as she does so.

"Did they hurt you? Just- get out of here Tanzy!" Inkrip says between pants, red scratchmarks on her cheek. She's worried about me, Tanzanite realizes with a jolt. The young warrior, the cat closest in age to her, is worried for her. Inkrip is fighting like mad for her. And Tanzanite finally gets it.

The crew aren't here for her. It is just another raid by the ones who left her behind. That was their code after all, but what about these clan cats' code? To search for their lost? To welcome in outsiders? The clan cats would never leave her behind. Inkrip would never leave her behind.

Inkrip's worried eyes flash back to the crew cat, who has risen to their paws with a grin.
"Tanzy? That's what these fools call you? Are you going soft on us, Tanzy?"

The cat is quick, leaping at Inkrip and getting in a hit before she could even move. The taunt in their eyes is for Tanzanite, playfully daring her to correct her name and join them in the fight. Inkrip's eyes sharpen in anger, and though she tries to hide it, Tanzanite knows her well enough to see the pain she's trying to conceal. Tanzanite's paws move of their own accord, propelling her body forward to shield Inkrip. Only Inkrip can call her that name, not this... this... creature. She finally sees the crew for what they are. And that's not the kind of life she wants to live, not the kind of cats she wants to call friends.

"Stay away from her!" she growls, slamming the surprised crew cat to the ground. They roll, before she finds her footing again and grabs the cat's scruff. With a fluid motion, she flings the cat out of the camp's center. They run away of course, turning tail at any real challenge like they've been taught to do. But Tanzanite won't be doing that any longer. Now, it's time for the others.

With Inkrip by her side, a silent nod shared between them, they help chase the crew out of the camp. The fires die down, thanks to the help of the Flame Tamers, and when the last of the crew race away from defeat, Tanzanite watches as the kits are brought back. She will fight for this clan now, the friendly faces who rejoice in their victory. She finally faces the decision head on that she had been secretly contemplating since she arrived at the clan. Yes, she will stay here. These cats, they are her real home. And maybe they could even be a family.

Tanzanite is more than the brawls on slow days that left nicks in her ears. She is the one who tells scary stories to kits, who helped pull an apprentice out of a fire, who will fight her heart out for those who earn her love.