[I Like Bees]

Semi-FCFS! But you have to write at least 500 words about this cat.
Your writing must relate to the following: Ruin

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Name: Pumpkinsplash
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior/scout
Clan: Knollclan
Description: Flame classic lynx point with low white
and blue eyes
Age: ~2 years
Edits: [NR] Expression; [C] shorter tail, pointy ears,
eyelashes, ear placement, pupil, sclera color;
[UC] muzzle
Owner: Knickknacks

[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: TBD
Gender: TBD
Rank: TBD
Clan: https://toyhou.se/Wispy_Arrow/characters/folder:2696705
Age: 50
Prompt: The ruins of the village were haunting to look at. The ashes floated around in the air: lazy. The fires blazed over dead feline bodies. The buildings were charred with memories burned into them. No cat had survived. No cat could. The attack. It came so quickly; ravaged to harshly. Nothing survived. Oh gods, nothing. They shouldn't have visited. They should have stayed away. Innocent of the violent acts committed in their village. Their home. Nothing survived. Nothing would ever be the same. Their heart ached with grief and regret. If they'd stayed, maybe they would have been able to save some cats. But no, they chose their selfish adventure over thier friends and family. Why? why did they choose that? To fight for a noble cause? To live in glory? No, it was all voided now. No glory or victory, or any kind of praise was worth the sacrifice this cat unknowingly made. Why?

The cat was frozen in place. Then their legs bolted across the clearing, through the ruins. The bloody, ashen ruins of their home. Filled with burnt memories and golden dreams. Childhood dreams. Innocence. It was all gone now.

The cat awoke with a start, gasping in the frozen air. Oh gods. Not that dream again. That nightmare. It haunted them, following them like a shadow. It clung to them like a wet pelt. Constantly reminding them of their mistakes. All they lost. Gods. Oh, why did the gods let that happen? Why?

The cat's heart burnt with pain, feeling it spread up to their head, it spilled through their eyes in salty tears.

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Ruzar sat down on the grassy hill, sighing. The cat next to them followed suit, drinking in the cleansing air, adorned by the golden sunset. It had been several moons since they started on their healing journey with the almost equally traumatized Ruzar, the Stygian Guard. Both of the cats started with morning meditation, then went about with their days foraging in the forests, and they ended it with another round of meditations. Ruzar often went into the Pit of the Obsidian Tiger to converse with the gods on certain matters, and the ravaged cat foraged for snacks and prey, careful to avoid predators.

At the exact time of the afternoon, they both met up in the Pits and talked about traumatic events, helping each other immensely in the process. Of course, they didn't have a professional therapist, but they both tried to help their friend as best as they could. Eventually, the cat planned to go back to the Principality, with a rejuvenated spirit, but now was not the time. They had a ways to go on their healing journey. The nightmares still came, quite often. Images of burnt buildings appear in their peripheral, cries of dying cats heard in the distance. They all still sent shivers down their spine, cold, haunting. They had to believe the process would work. They had to. It was all they had left in the world.

[Deercan]

Username:Deercan
Cat Name: Nifty
Gender: tom
Rank: the pantheon
Clan: https://toyhou.se/unifiedtheory/charact ... er:3090732
Age: 3 years
Prompt:

You ruined everything! How could you?

The words unspoken rang in Niftys mind as the striped cat awoke from a nap in his man made nest. He lived inside a ruined human nest- great stars, that word seemed to haunt him. Every night he heard a voice calling to him, blaming the cat for something he never remembered doing. He was usually able to shake it out, but it still haunted him. Who was calling? It felt so strange and cold the voice, yet the broken sobs that rang with familiarity and pulled at his heart strings and made him feel at a grand unease.

Nifty pulled himself out of the rugged bed made of fabric and whatever stray fuzz and loose cotton he could find around this place, deciding for once he'd head out. Maybe explore a bit, it would certainly be good for the nervous cat to get out side more.

He could tell from the loud rythem of pit pit patters that it was raining outside. That, and the shallow water pooling at the front of the broken brown wooden door. He pulled it open with surprising ease with a paw, and slid out to the great city awaiting him. His whiskers tinged and his nose wrinkled at the smell of something oddly salty. It wasn't french fries for sure, but whatever it was, it made him uncomfortable especially with it being so close to his makeshift home. oh well. He would just have to ignore it for now.

He made his way up the usual walking path he had made for himself many many moons ago, trotting along and not really caring about the cold splashes of water that the clouded heavens cried stinging his pelt and making him shiver.

It was almost as if some sort of invisible pulling force, much like a huge magnet was dragging his sore paws along a new path as he found himself diverting off the gritty rock trail, furthur into the city, but not quite into the heart of it.

The silence here was almost unbearable. Usually the tom would notice the loud noisy cars flying past him and spraying any unlucky (usually him..) bystanders with the sticky wet sewer water- but not today, it seemed. For once the lack of crowded noise was strange. It felt unnatural and Nifty did not like it one bit.

A splitting noise that felt so wrong made him want to run, as the cats fur stood on end and his claws quickly came out. His throat rumbled with an angry hiss. But he could not run. He found himself continuing around the corner.. and bright lights, brighter than anything he had seen caught his view causing him to rapidly blink.

And then, he heard the source.

A dark intangible shape of.. something. Stood only a few tail lengths in front of him, looming and loud yet no visible mouth was to be found. It hurt his ears but he found himself stuck staring.
Only when it spoke did he understand, yet fear for his life all the same.

"You ruined everything! How could you!"

The words appeared in his mind as if sent there by the thing, before it disappeared. It made his head hurt. Dizzy.. so dizzy..

He collapsed, the world spinning in a mess of bright lights and something else looming at the edge of his vision.

Laughing. At. Him.

[Centipedes]

Username: chimingcloud
Cat Name: Sandcastle
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: loveclan
Age: 40 moons
Prompt:

The coarse dirt felt like sand paper under the ginger tom's rough hot paw pads, his legs aching from his tiresome journey to meet the sun. Its hot rays felt heavy on his pelt as his muscles tensed up with pain, he ached for a break and cool water to lap. Yet there was no water source near by, he knew if he stopped to give his body a chance to catch up he would not want to face the journey again. His eyes blinked heavily trying to brace the uphill wind, the ground became harder to trek almost as if was shifting into a mountain under his tired paws. Sandcastle lifted heaved himself up onto a large dry rock, attempting to give himself a boost but ended up scrabbling to the top. Stopping to catch his breath before peering at what was before him.

The sun felt brighter as it reflected onto the pale brown dirt, a structure seemed to almost erupt from the earth. about twenty tail length's in front of him sat a foreign structure collaged of rocks, mud and terracotta. Beautiful twoleg tiles and garden stones were pressed into the sides of the hut to give it some character. Even though the surrounding area was dead of plants and starving of prey, the building seemed to be full of life and sacred memories. This must be the sacred ruins Starclan had told the young warrior about !

A familar yet strange pelt peered out of the windows of the ruin, a sparsely-furred cream cat who seemed dainty compared to the cats he was used to speaking with. The cat was built like prey, small nervous eyes like a rabbit and haunches held close to the ground. Their ears twisted to face sandcastle as he carefully approached, the stranger's nose twitched with anticipation.

"Hello... I don't mean to intrude on your home." The ginger tom cooed in a soft voice, pressing himself to the ground to seem smaller to the tiny cat. "May I be a burden to ask for your assistance, I haven't seen prey in nights.. my muscles are weak and I am just passing through but I may not be strong enough to leave here with the state I'm in."

The cat didn't speak but his stare seemed to show sympathy as if they understood. They perched on the muddy brick make shift windowsill of the hut before jumping down only a few fox-lengths in front of sandcastle. Swiftly grazing their paw over the ground to swipe up some dirt within their pawpad, clenching their claws around it and opening it back up to reveal a small scrap of brown fur. It quickly hopped out of the foreign cat's hand and straight into The warrior.

Though he was flooded with shock and confusion, his hunting instincts kicked in and the shrew was dead with a quick blow from the warrior's massive paws. He ducked his head gobbling up the fresh-kill, too concerned about his empty tummy to ask questions just eternally grateful for the presence of the strange cat. In a few seconds the prey was completely gone and the bones were wiped clean, licking his lips the tom looked up to thank his mysterious savior yet nobody was there. Was he so hungry that he was hallucinating ? Had starclan come down to save their prophecy cat with a meal to hold him over?

"Thank starclan for this prey my warrior ancestors have gifted me." He bowed his head at the carcass before scrapping dirt over it.

[588 words]

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Username: ४ Loki Laufeyson ४
Cat Name: Mr. Meow Meow
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: The White Raven
Age: 23 Moons
Prompt: 549 Words
Mr. Meow Meow looked at the Tall Tree by his house and felt worried.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Creepy surroundings. He had always hated how dark The White Raven's part of the forest is with its cool, and pretty cats. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel scared.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ghost .. Ghost was a lovable pretty white and grey cat with golden eyes and scars along her sleek body.

Mr. Meow Meow glanced at his own reflection. He was a bully of a cat, a little chunky, and a Tea drinker with a pretty face and beautiful eyes. His friends saw him as a bitter, bully. Once, he had hurt on of the birds along a trail in the forest.

But not even a bully of a cat who had once hurt a bird that was minding its own business, was prepared for what Ghost had in store today.

The sun shined like a diamond, making Mr. Meow Meow delighted to go outside that day.

As Mr. Meow Meow stepped outside, Ghost came closer, he could see the golden suns in her eyes.

"I am here because I want to ask you for a friendship," Ghost asked, in a delightful tone. She swished her tail a couple times awaiting Mr. Meow Meows reply. Ghost had been watching him for a while waiting to see if he was a cat who could join their clan.

Mr. Meow Meow looked back, still shaking from being to close to the forest. "I don't know..." he replied.

They looked at each other with sharp eyes, like two bad, bully cats at a fight, like a war between 2 very large armies waiting to attack.

but as Mr. Meow Meow turned to leave. Ghost held out her paw. "Let's not fight, please come with me and see how fun it is being stuck inside barely getting fed is not the way to live" she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Mr. Meow Meow.

"Please?" begged Ghost with kitten eyes.

Mr. Meow Meow agreed to go, which Ghost was shocked but still allowed him to come with her even though Mr. Meow Meow is afraid of the forest.

Ghost knew Mr. Meow Meow was afraid so she wanted to show the good of the forest and wanted to make sure he felt safe.

Ghost helped Mr. Meow Meow with his shaking, Ghost sat next to him showing him their territory "See it's not so bad" Ghost said. "You're Right!" he exclaimed. "Can I have some of that food over there?" Mr. Meow Meow Asked "I'm really hungry, my owners fed me so much when i was little im a little chunky now but now they don't feed me as much they give me a little every other day", "Of course!" Ghost Said! Mr. Meow Meow and Ghost both enjoyed a nice meal, Ghost promised to protect Mr. Meow Meow and help him loose some weight. Mr. Meow Meow was so excited to have a nice family and to get back into shape so he could run around and do other things like he used to before he now runs out of breath after 30 seconds.

[Knickknacks]

Username: Knickknacks
Cat Name: Pumpkinsplash
Gender: female
Rank: Warrior/scout
Clan: Knollclan
Age: ~2 years
Prompt: 505 words

Pumpkinsplash has not typically been one to concern herself with clan politics. She was always the type of cat to simply go about her day, doing her job- so long as she was polite to her clan mates, they would be polite to her, and life would chug along normally enough. A peaceful existence was what she preferred- but with the state of things in her clan currently, a peaceful existence was the opposite of what she found herself experiencing.

“Can’t sleep?”

The voice of her clan mate startled Pumpkinsplash from her dazed thoughts. Whipping her head around, she saw Spiderstripe peering from the warriors’ den. The lanky tom’s ever-present grin was dimmed somewhat by sleepiness, but he wandered out to join her in staring into the trees nonetheless.

“You know we have campguards for a reason, right?” He teased, bumping her shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about anything going bump in the night.”

“I know that,” she sighed crossly, wrinkling her nose at him, unimpressed. “Things are fine- I just…”

“Have a lot on your mind?” Spiderstripe interjected, waving his tail restlessly.

“Stop doing that,” she protested, swatting playfully at her friend. “Interrupting is rude.” Spiderstripe scampered out of reach, grinning at her.

“There’s a lot to think about, though,” he admitted. “So much has happened recently. How’s Sundance been holding up?”

“Not well, I don’t think,” she sighed. She and her brother had never been exceptionally close, but since Finchpaw’s death their paths had diverged even further, with him becoming more and more distracted. “I haven’t seen much of him recently. It feels like we’re all just splintering off- like things are ruined now. We weren’t that close to begin with, but with all these bad things happening we haven’t grown any closer. I don’t know if things will ever be fixed, at this rate.”

“You’d be surprised,” her friend mused. “Bonds between cats are weird- some end abruptly and never mend again, but sometimes you can rekindle even things that you thought were ruined, even after a long time of being broken. You never can tell- so don’t give up hope just yet.”

“I just worry that something worse will happen before we can get a chance to fix things,” Pumpkinsplash huffed. “This clan seems like it’s on some kind of downspiral, between Finchpaw and Haze’s prophecies and Rookstar’s recent weird behavior. Like it’ll only become further messed up.”

“This isn’t the first crisis we’ve had,” Spiderstripe said, “nor will it be the last. As with your relationship with your brother- don’t give up hope just yet. There are a lot of determined cats working to stabilize things, even if you don’t see it right now. I have hope that we’ll pull through yet.”

“Maybe.” Pumpkinsplash frowned up at the overarching branches of the trees, listening to the night breeze rattle through them. She hoped that her wisecracking friend- who had been unusually serious this time around- was right, and that things weren’t so far gone as to be totally ruined.

[alphias]

Username: Alpha Snowdust
Cat Name: Larkwhisper
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Clan of the Whispering Light
Age: 50 moons
Prompt: (524 words)
Larkwhisper stood on the tip of the rock, surveying the ground below. It was... empty... burning... destroyed.

They frowned, then lashed their tail angrily.

"By the stars, why?" They yowled to no one in particular. They hissed, jumping down from the stone, digging their claws into the ground. They started to walk.

Every step they took. Every breath they breathed. Smoke. Fire. Death.

The Clan's in ruins... They looked up.

A shadow. Across the burning camp. Was coming for Larkwhisper. "No." They muttered, eyes widening as the shadow turned into a wispy blue cat, studded with stars. A familiar face, but not one Larkwhisper could put a name to, "W-who?"

"Seek us out. Follow the sun." The cat murmured, then vanished, replaced by shadow once more.

Larkwhisper's breaths were coming quicker. The warrior was panicking. "No!"

"Larkwhisper! Larkwhisper! Wake up!" A paw shook them awake.

"MROOOW-Hastefur? Wh-what are you doing?" Larkwhisper coughed. They had woken up yowling.

"You were... fidgeting?" Hastefur tilted his head to the side, "And it's noon."

"So it is..." Larkwhisper murmured, walking out of the den, "Turtlestar?" She approached the Clan leader, noticing the ginger cat as she walked through the camp's entrance.

"Yes, Larkwhisper?" Turtlestar dropped the pile of sticks she was carrying.

"I got a message... from the stars. They said to go... seek out them? Follow the sun." Larkwhisper said.

Turtlestar nodded thoughtfully, "You have permission to go."

A few hours later...

Larkwhisper padded through the forest, following the path of the sun as it headed west. "This better be for something." They grumbled, shaking a spider from their paw.

They passed a river, stopping for a drink and to hunt. "Blegh." Larkwhisper spat, trying to get the taste of fish out of their mouth. They would have to get a squirrel or something when they returned.

The lynx pointed warrior soon came upon a mountain. They climbed up as much as they could, nearly falling a number of times. There was a cave... but the entrance was blocked by a bunch of rocks.

"Time to be... strong... strength. Buff Larkwhisper. Yep." Larkwhisper shook their head, annoyed, as they pushed rocks and stones aside. Stubbing their four toes like eighty hundred times, they moved the rocks, nearly dropping them off the edge of the mountain. "I think I might've accidentally hit a bird..." Larkwhisper frowned.

Eventually, the cave entrance was cleared, revealing a tunnel. A very, very dusty tunnel. Larkwhisper sneezed, then entered.

They padded along the path for a bit, a couple minutes at least, until they saw a soft, blue glowing light at the end. "A LIGHT! IM NOW A MOTH!" They screamed, running towards it.

The light was coming from a circle of stones... crystals, actually. They turned a few in their paws, "Woah." Their eyes grew larger than the cave itself.

"Welcome, Larkwhisper."

"You!" Larkwhisper stood up, "Who are you?"

The wispy cat smiled, "I am no one and everyone. And you, Larkwhisper, have found the Circle of Stars. This place used to be a place of communication... and now its in ruins. Or was... until you arrived."

Larkwhisper blinked, "What?"

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[I Like Bees]

Username: Knickknacks
Cat Name: Pumpkinsplash
Gender: female
Rank: Warrior/scout
Clan: Knollclan
Age: ~2 years
Prompt:
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All other valid entries (Deercan, chimingcloud, ४ Loki Laufeyson ४, and Alpha Snowdust) will receive an HM!

[alphias]

Congrats!

Ty for the HM!