[Chanceuxcat]

Looks like a ghostly friend has arrived! They're looking a bit plain as of now though... why don't you help them out? This will be a sort of design competition - you will give this cat a bit more spice! You can use their reference to draw over or draw a sketch of them yourself and give them any nr (non-rarity) edits you would like, including fur paint and scars and such! You can also give them a whisker edit!

I will transfer the winner's 'design' to this cat's official lines!

You may also have up to 1500 words to describe how this cat's nr edits/whiskers/accessories (basically anything you added) apply to their personality and/or story/development!

Ends May 30th, 2022 at cs rollover (30->31)
Please let me know if you need an extension!

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Name: Jinzou
Gender: Male he/him
Rank: Ancient
Clan: Tsuki no Usahgi
Description: Albino (coat hidden by albino is a Red-Based Bimetallic Rosetted Tabby with Low White)
Age: ERROR 404
Edits: [nr] scars, expression, ???; [c] pointed ears; [r] tall ears, max curly fur, curled tail; [m] albinism
Owner: 0Zero0

[Deercan]

//dropping out !

[Archaeopteryx.]

Username: Archaeopteryx.
Cat Name: Ghostsinger
Gender: Cheki (ze/hir)
Rank: Researcher
Clan: Clan of Eternal Sun
Age: 4 years
Prompt:



xxxxThe Soulsingers are... a mysterious lot. To put it lightly. Cats with a hundred names, a hundred faces, garbed in fabric no living creature can make, bells and windchimes woven in their fur. A handful of priests following a religion with no name, more ancient than the humans' cities.

xxxxNo one knows why Ghostsinger left the Soulsingers to join the Clan, except for maybe hirself. Why ze left a life ze struggled for (the Soulsingers do not take apprentices easily, that much is known) to chat with the other researchers over a breakfast of dried prey, manzanita berries, and fresh honey. Why ze left hir life behind as one of the youngest Soulsingers to... play in a lake with normal cats on hot summer's nights, to share tongues in the shade of an old oak tree. No one really knows much about Ghostsinger to begin with, particularly not hir life before the Clan—ze keeps hir religion close to hir heart, refusing to divulge its secrets, as ze swore to do so long ago, melding it together with hir research seamlessly.

xxxxWhat better way to study the mysterious afflictions that trouble the cats of the desert, than to raise the dead to ask them personally?

xxxxA toll of the bell marks the call.

xxxxThe windchimes guiding those [ELSEWHERE] home, even if only for a moment.

xxxxA shawl of unknown origin, the same color as hir eyes, that never rips nor tears nor becomes sun-faded, embroidered in a language no one can read by a hand no one has seen, to shield the soul.

xxxxPawmade paint in the brightest of reds, applied to ward the body and to See the truth.

xxxxIn a world where the desert afterlife pulls one in, trapping one below the sands in an endless false-sea of murky shadows and strange predators, Ghostsinger's abilities are both feared and revered. Many would kill for the opportunity to pull their loved ones back up into the welcoming warmth of the sun, to dance with them for just one more day. (A day that quickly shifts into an eternity, if given the chance.) There is a reason why the Soulsingers rarely leave their kind.

xxxxIt doesn't work like that. [ELSEWHERE] digs its claws in deep and does not let go. What Ghostsinger does is brief, a few snapshots, a spoken word. An interview, however brief. All to hunt down what causes the strange afflictions that seep into the bones of his Clanmates. The blotchy, unnatural hues of an unstable cat, flickering as they are dragged down beneath the waves of [ELSEWHERE], still breathing. The spectators, able to See beyond disguise. The songswayed, whose hunger for discovery drowned out any compassion they had towards others. Hir own, unnamed affliction, turning hir fur translucent white and hir eyes crimson red, so that the sun bit at hir skin and made hir blind. Forcing hir to live in the night.

xxxxThere has to be a reason behind it. A rhyme to the melody that only Ghostsinger's ears can hear.

xxxx... Ze has to find it.

xxxxZe has to.

xxxx[513 words]

Edit; Please don't use my character art! It's specific to my personal lore.

[ToastCottagecat]

Username: midnightFOXO + 1012132
Cat Name: LillyCloud
Gender: female
Rank: tbd
Clan: ⸙ Fern clan ⸙
Age: 27 moons
Prompt:

"who is that? I never saw her around here" whispered a classic ginger Tom "I think she is the new fella in town! She looks very elegant with those clothes, how I felt like there is a royal cat in town~" the black self she-cat replied.

LillyCloud looked left and right, looking at the murmuring cats around her. She is a bit nervous of what the locals thinks about her outfits. Lillycloud hopes the locals are friendly as her friend said.

*Ding Ding* the bell out side someone's house rings. "LillyCloud! I've been expecting you, please come in and make yourself at home!" a solid blue she-cat with low white greet LillyCloud with excitement "so Lilly, what brings you here to my beloved town? " the she-cat asked "well I here to have our little vacation, don't you remember?" Lillycloud meowed "ah~ yes, yes... I totally forgot, the letter was like... 2 weeks ago? Also how long will you be here for? " the she-cat questioned with her curiosity "5 days will be more than enough~" Lillycloud replied.

The she-cat shows LillyCloud her room, then the she-cat went to the kitchen to make some lunch. LillyCloud immediately lay down on the bed, exhausted from the trip to get to the town.

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[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody || Cat Name: Violetsplash || Gender: Male || Rank: Senior Warrior || Clan: Shoreclan || Age: 49 moons


Violetsplash has lost his memories. He doesn't remember what happened to him before Shoreclan or even how he found these cats who live on the beach. Sometimes he'll even lose memories during the day, just simple things like where he was walking to or names of cats who are approaching him. Violetsplash still gets irritated by these small things and wishes he could remember everything.

He didn't even remember his name. The warriors thought hard to come up with a name for him, and they decided to name him based on his appearance. For the violets in his fur, and for the splashes of paint on his fur.

When he first found Shoreclan, it took a lot of convincing to Shellstar and Stormswirl to allow him to join. At first, Violetsplash was deemed the rank of a warrior. After 3 moons, the other warriors commended his skill and recommended that he be promoted to a senior warrior. Since then, he's been trying to maintain his rank and make the other cats -- especially newcomers -- proud of him.

He's been working hard to regain his memories. Sometimes it stressed his brain and exhausts his body, but he's determined to remember everything that's happened. Cloverflame, the medicine cat, has been helping him. Although, there are times where he tells him, "You just need time, lad." The words are supposed to be meaningful and encouraging, but Violetsplash just takes it as a challenge to work harder.

The battered and weary tom has been taking herbs given to him by Cloverflame. He's also been meditating by the ocean or by the stream in the forest, given that the "white noise" is supposed to settle his thoughts. Cloverflame is adamant that the memories will simply come back to him... in time, that is. Violetsplash tries to be patient.

However, the actions that help him recover the most memories are hunting and fighting. When he's crouched and about to pounce onto a mouse, Violetsplash suddenly remembers when he did that moons ago before he joined the clan. When he's on his hind paws and taking swipes while practicing battle moves with younger warriors, he sees flashes of unrecognizable pelts trying to tear him apart. Cloverflame believes that the reason his memories are dissipating is that he's gone through a lot of trauma and the brain is trying to protect him.

His quest isn't over yet. In fact, it may even be a life-long journey.

[0Zero0]

Rank: Ancient
Clan: Tsuki no Usahgi
Age: ERROR 404 (1+)

Username: 0Zero0
Cat Name: Jinzou
Gender: Male he/him

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The deep sun radiated hard on the burning stones blinding burning bellowing. It couldn't be taken any less or more then the pain of walking for miles, and the strain of the bodies had to be week from trudging through day by day. As his fur furrowed and creased in the light breaze that passed, a passing relief, a thankful respite. Below something shuttered, and violently tore the earth asunder, but to quietly for the two bodies to hear. As the feline stretched his maw up to the glowing sun, the silver cat wined.

"Water my servant."

The golden tabby slowly pandered over with a water skin being undone from his maw. The character handed it over shyly, reproachfully, and quietly. The other feline gulped madly and the two stood there silently. Unaware of what they might have caused.
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They didn't know that they had awoken a deep ancient machine from the depths of the earth. This beast was as old as the land itself, the gears had been slowly turning keeping them alive. Now the gears turn in front of a prince and his servant. Red glowing eyes peering down at them from the destroyed land. Wires askew, holes all a crossed them.

For freeing me I grant you a wish that I can fulfill

He made a mistake. The robot should have known better then to follow the guide of a sociopath. Ai abused the use of the powerful creature, without any regards to the soul kept inside the gears. The suffering and pain he went through lasted oh so long. He tried to stop the pain through art. Oil, and ink dipped on his tail to distract him from the orders he has no choice but to follow. His body a weapon of mass destruction.

One day, long after Ai had taken ruling. Things had fallen to a path of emptiness, destruction, and chaos. There wasn't much left to enjoy for Jinzou. Painting only went so far when he was constantly being ordered. Each command being unable to be ignored. He tried other forms of art, but couldn't find solace. In his search two faces poked there heads from the sand. Two ferrets who were nearly identical. Something was special about them, but he couldn't quite put his finger it out. Something was familiar about them.

One of them was bright blue eyed, the other a burning orange, but both of dark pelts and scheming faces. Jinzou sat with them for long periods of time. Seperate moments of vizitation each time bringing food or other assortments. Eventually one of the ferrets brought him scarves. Deep red velvety and soft.

"Thank you Circuit."

He had named them Circuit and Spark, and they in turn had named him Burner. He was good with this, and kept taking care of them when Ai gave him free time. Eventually the Ferrets went into his circutry and re-wired him! well, sorta. Sometimes it works, other times he's a mess. Could have killed him really, but he was happy to be free sometimes. Sometimes he could disobey an order from his king, and other times it stung.

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[kyeza]

mark !!!

[nio]

mark! :3

[néktar]

Username: néktar
Cat Name: rosewater
Gender: tom
Rank: the holy
Clan: shallowclan
Age: 44 moons
Prompt: [nr] paint, scars, rope & bells accessory




are you lost my child?
long whiskers brushed against dark fur,
prickled against the touch a voice squeaked.
n-no, exploring!

silence enveloped the two,
for a moment everything was clear
the hearts beating between them.
waiting, listening, living.

bated breathe hit his ears, turning his head,
his whiskers brushing familiar fur.
child? are you hurt?
searing pain scorched their face
the scent of blood filled their maw.
no, but you deserve to be.

heavy was the burden to be carried,
it could not be done alone.
placed around the neck of that who was worthy.
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the bells rang endlessly in his ear.
the pain had subsided by now,
what once was red now healed pink.
listen my child, you must hear me.

anger and resentment were unleashed upon the bells.
they rang with pain and hurt and heartache.
until claws sheathed and breath slowed.
taming the beast was nothing more then tradition.
though for him it was more then a duty,
it was a way of life.

i love you, my child.
long whiskers brushing against red soaked fur,
collecting it along the sturdy strand.
what once was white now stained red.

go gentle, go swift, down the river into the ocean.
i will see you again, my dearest child.

[mal du pays]

Username: Kris Dreemurr
Cat Name: Hymnal
Gender: Male
Rank: ... Guardian :)
Clan: The Veil
Age: 250 moons+
Prompt:

He knew as well as anyone else that what happened wasn’t his fault.
Of course, it’d be beneficial to him if he took the credit.

Hymnal knew full well that he wasn’t responsible for the death of Meteorite, although he knew it put a wrench in the status quo for the Veil, and he could certainly work with that.
At his request, he’d gotten one of Triptych’s remaining children to come out to speak with him, and he'd managed to convince them to invite their father to meet with him. The tom curled his pristine white tail over his paws, waiting ever patiently for the black tom to come to him. If the kid had been smart, he’d’ve repeated that Hymnal wanted to speak to him alone.
The grass rustled, and pushing through the brush was the guardian of the Veil himself, and his purple eyes met Hymnal’s own red ones. The black tom seemed disgruntled.
“I suppose the kid must’ve told you I wanted to speak with you?” Hymnal’s tone was smooth, hiding his intent. “Otherwise, I assume you’d have stayed away.”
Triptych grimaced. “What do you want.”
“I’d put it the other way, actually.” Hymnal gave an amused hum. “I think it’s more like.. What do you want?” The albino cat’s tailtip flicked as he stared Triptych down. “You don’t have to answer, of course. I know what you want.”
“And what is that?”
“Answers.” Hymnal’s maw twisted up to smile a little wider. “You want to know who killed your daughter. And I know who did it.”
Triptych’s expression changed, almost as if he was letting his guard down, and Hymnal’s smile only seemed to grow. “Y-You do?”
The white tom paused, giving a trill. “You should’ve seen her face when it happened, you know. Poor, poor Meteorite. Begging for her life.”
He saw recognition in the purple eyes ahead of him as he spoke, knowing full well that Triptych was processing what he was saying. “She was begging for you when I killed her, you know.”
Something else flashed in Triptych’s eyes, and the black tom launched himself at Hymnal, slamming the white-furred tom to the ground. Hymnal bit back a swear as he felt the back of his ear get sliced by something on the ground. “YOU!”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to kill you!” Triptych snarled, shoving his face close to Hymnal’s. “You deserve nothing but the worst!”
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be happening.” Hymnal slammed his hind paws into Triptych’s stomach and threw him off, getting to his feet. He flicked his ear before he shot forward, claws outstretched to collide with Triptych. “I have other plans.”
The albino tom was cut off from his snide commenting as Triptych’s claws sliced across his face, and he snarled. “You’re dead. I’m going to kill you.”
Triptych scrambled away from him, growling. “You took everything from me. I’m going to ruin you.”
The black tom lunged at him and the two scrapped, both of them writhing as they tried to kill the other. Hymnal had to keep himself on the upper hand. He couldn’t die here, he had things he wanted to be doing.
Hymnal tore himself away from the black tom, letting out a breath. “You know as well as I do that you’re rusty. You’ve been miserable since the death of your daughter. Soon enough you’re going to give up and stop fighting, and I’m going to win.”
After he finished speaking, he slammed Triptych to the ground. “So I’ll just make that easier on you by cutting to the chase and doing it now.”
And to Hymnal, it was easier than he’d expected. He guessed it helped that Triptych already had scarring there. He stepped back and looked to what he’d done, somewhat pleased, before he began the next step.

He stepped into the camp of the Veil, giving a purr.
“Hello, Starlight. My name is Hymnal.”
Starlight’s eyes narrowed. “Where is he.”
“Triptych is dead. The Veil is mine.”