[Swishy & Broken]

Polyamorous pride kitty
Tell me about a time another cat had a crush on this cat- tell me all the juicy gossip!

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[LittleMaple]

Username: LittleMaple
Cat Name: Thornfoot
Gender: male he/him
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Aetherclan
Age: 3 years
Prompt: Crush? Oh stars above, this would be fun. He laughed to himself as he thought about all the crushes he had over the years, and smiled warmly. The most notable crush he had ever had was on a beautiful she-cat that pulled him in with her stunning eyes and funny personality. The two would both sneak out and spend the night together all the time, often hiding in trees when midnight patrols came by. He remembered how in love they had been, and frowned slightly. Moons after their last secret hangout, she had come by their spot one night to tell him that she was expecting kits, and that she knew they weren't his. He was crushed, and asked her why. She told him that she was foolish, and that her mate was terrible, and that she wanted to run away with him. He agreed, but the next night a messenger returned and told the clan that there was an accident involving a pregnant she-cat. He tried to remain optimistic, but when they continued he realized that the cat that had died, was his love. She had been ambushed, the messenger said, her body mutilated. Thornfoot felt tears fall and shook his head. The two had been so in love, and then she was taken from him.

i know this isnt EXACTLY what the form asked for but i hope it still counts because i worked really hard on it before i reread the prompt and saw it was about a time another cat had a crush on this cat- not the other way around ^^'

[Adamented]

Username: Adamented
Cat Name: Vihrea
Gender: genderfluid (prefers he/they mostly)
Rank: Gladescout
Clan: Gladewood [x]
Age: 5 years
Prompt:

Love is a difficult thing to navigate. It's a mutable, variable thing that never feels the same from one individual to another. This cat seems to always have the worst timing, however, so love and affection is an even more confounding thing. It's always fighting against them and they're not sure how to express how they really feel, especially in the common and uncomfortable situation when they can't return the feelings of someone who they really care about.

"I can't believe we're finally alone," She chuckles incredulously under her breath, there's a moment where a look of relief passes over her face, "I can't believe I almost went home."

"Are you alright...?" Vihrea asks tentatively, the marbled cream molly looks like a weight has come off her back, yet something haunting lingers in those soft eyes. They shy away slightly, intent emerald eyes searching hers for intent, purpose. All they can gather is this double edged relief and a lingering mischeviousness. They have never known her to be mischievous.

"I'm fantastic! Yeah, I'm... I'm good. I mean what are the chances..." She gives a trill of excited laughter, looking up to the sky as if searching for meaning in the reaching branches over head. "...that we're both out here, and they're not with you?"

They look around, the fur on the back of their neck tingles and stands on end. They've never seen her act like this, in all the time they've known one another. The two have known each other for all of Vihrea's life. They were born to a mother not long for the world, with a small family of siblings. During the times when their mother grew ill Vibrea and the others had to be separated from her, incase whatever ate her away internally could spread to the newborn kittens. In those moments, the cream swirl pelted molly was always there. She provided them warmth, comfort, and her sympathy. Over so much time... Vihrea couldn't help but see her as a mentor of sorts, a guardian always watching over them, but over time they grew close as individuals. Only in adulthood could they truly be friends, without the pedestal a young Vihrea had put her on, unaware of her follies and failures. You could only be equals with someone who you can accept the faults of, everyone can make mistakes. As a kitten, they were unable to acknowledge such a fact.

"They...? Oh you mean-" Vihrea's thoughts shoot to the tom and molly they share their nest with, the pair knew the kind of loss Vihrea had experienced so early in life. Though the former was quite standoffish at first, he was closely attached to the hip of Vihrea's molly mate. Though back then they only shared in mutual grief- one for the loss of a mother, the other for the loss of a mentor. They're not sure still how exactly the loss affected their tom mate, or the relationship he had with their mother, but there's a sorrow in their eyes at the mention of her name that could only be held by someone who had personally felt such a loss. "Well we knew they were going away... for the annual thing. The marathon. Was there something you meant to tell me...?" Why couldn't the others hear it? Why get Vihrea alone? They were feeling much more wary before the molly they'd called their bestfriend for many years. This wasn't a side of her they had ever seen, something new. Something worrying.

"I can be better than them," She spouted, her tone like venom that Vihrea flinches away from, "You say they both complete you but- you just haven't met someone who could be your one and only. I could be your one and only, the one you really... really need."

"One...?" They couldn't believe their ears, turned back, and emerald eyes wide with shock. They must have taken this as an invitation, not a denial, because on they went unaware of the twisting of Vihrea's face into something scowling and ugly, and rambling about things they didn't know anything about.

"I don't have to tell you twice all the ways they can't suffice. Let me give you some advice, like I used to do-" They leaned in close to the charcoal pelted shorthair, paler fur brushing at the shoulders as they purred into their ear, "You should leave with me, tonight." They stumble away from the touch, once a comforting one they would seek now it burned like acid to feel the tips of their fur twinge against dense gold strands, it felt like a perversion of the trust that they had. The trust they thought that they had, the understanding... it's all twisted. So twisted in her mind, Vihrea doesn't know where to begin to untangle it, to right things. Their mind is racing in that moment, grasping at straws.

"You're leaving?" Is all they could stammer, still unable to untie the knot in their tongue or find the right words curled up in their head constantly swirling out of paw reach. The fur along their spine has risen in their anxiety, betraying their attempt to stay calm while their heartbeat races inside, pounding in their ears. Their face is hot with embarrassment, they're mortified. How could they let such a thing root and grow between them, this mass of bramble like miscommunication?

"Not without you, but together... I could do things for you they never did, we'd be happier just the two of us away from here." She carried on, ignoring Vihrea's stunned state in utter disarray, preaching about things they could hardly begin to comprehend. "I never would have left you alone. The universe must have divined this, you belong with me."

There's a spark then, at the word 'belong'. What are they, a trinket to be prized? "No," They stammer, the panic and authority of their voice finally catching the attention of the self absorbed molly, lost in her own monolog of her perceived relationship with them. "I don't want... that." They bite their tongue, 'you' lingers in the air occupying the pause in their sentence, maintaining cold eye contact.

There's some time after that where silence sits thick between them, only interrupted by the grass and branches stirred by the breeze, the molly stares shocked. She's taken aback, then something begins to change. It's like she has been dealt a sharp clawstrike, eyes narrowing and breath picking up pace, hurt and confusion spreading behind searching eyes. They know this look well, they've seen it before directed at them. She's trying to look deeply within them to see if what they're saying is true, as if she never expected there was a chance they didn't feel the same about her. "You don't mean that." She says, she seems confident in it but at the end her voice falters.

That pain turns to anger when Vihrea's guarded expression doesn't waver, she didn't find the buried sense of hesitation or longing that she was looking for. They brace for a strike, sinking into a crouch and waiting for her response, how will she act out?

"But... but the way you look at me! And that time at the lake- what you said-!" She argues, for a second she looks anxious and lost and Vihrea begins to feel bad. Feel... responsible, feel...

Pity. "I was joking. I didn't think you would take what I said to heart it was just..." They stammering, remembering mocking the cream molly about how their kittens would behave, remembering the implication that they would have kittens and the message that might have conveyed. "I was just..."

I've done this to her, they think for a moment. Then, frustration takes the place of that sadness. "Well I believed you!" She shouts back, cutting off Vihrea's explanation. Her voice grows quiet and suddenly she looks small, as though she's shrunk physically and mentally. She doesnt stand so tall and proud, as she usually does. With the confidence she usually does. "Don't you think that I'm beautiful? In every way that I've changed has been for you... Was it for nothing?"

The burn of tears threatens to drip from their eyes but Vihrea swallows hard on the lump in their throat, knowing the best way to deal with this is to brutally honest now. They can't give any more false hope, they can't afford to. Even if their friendship doesn't survive it, they can't lead her on any longer, intentionally or not. Vihrea can't soften the blow, or it could be misconstrued again.

"Yes. It was." They say coldly, clamping their jaw and gritting teeth as regret spreads through their limbs. They don't want to bring her down like this, they just want her to be happy... and be happy themselves. "Things can't change. I don't feel the way you want me to and..." They watch her eyes turn to the ground and then away, averting.

"...and there really never will be a one and only. For me. For you..." They pause, dipping their head to catch her gaze again, seeing the watery glaze on them. There's a cold hollow feeling in their chest but they try to push it down, they never wanted to hurt her like this. "There's someone out there for you. Its just not me. It can't ever be me." They're bestfriends...

They were, anyway.

[Swishy & Broken]

Username: Adamented
Cat Name: Vihrea
Gender: genderfluid (prefers he/they mostly)
Rank: Gladescout
Clan: Gladewood [x]
Age: 5 years
Prompt:

Love is a difficult thing to navigate. It's a mutable, variable thing that never feels the same from one individual to another. This cat seems to always have the worst timing, however, so love and affection is an even more confounding thing. It's always fighting against them and they're not sure how to express how they really feel, especially in the common and uncomfortable situation when they can't return the feelings of someone who they really care about.

"I can't believe we're finally alone," She chuckles incredulously under her breath, there's a moment where a look of relief passes over her face, "I can't believe I almost went home."

"Are you alright...?" Vihrea asks tentatively, the marbled cream molly looks like a weight has come off her back, yet something haunting lingers in those soft eyes. They shy away slightly, intent emerald eyes searching hers for intent, purpose. All they can gather is this double edged relief and a lingering mischeviousness. They have never known her to be mischievous.

"I'm fantastic! Yeah, I'm... I'm good. I mean what are the chances..." She gives a trill of excited laughter, looking up to the sky as if searching for meaning in the reaching branches over head. "...that we're both out here, and they're not with you?"

They look around, the fur on the back of their neck tingles and stands on end. They've never seen her act like this, in all the time they've known one another. The two have known each other for all of Vihrea's life. They were born to a mother not long for the world, with a small family of siblings. During the times when their mother grew ill Vibrea and the others had to be separated from her, incase whatever ate her away internally could spread to the newborn kittens. In those moments, the cream swirl pelted molly was always there. She provided them warmth, comfort, and her sympathy. Over so much time... Vihrea couldn't help but see her as a mentor of sorts, a guardian always watching over them, but over time they grew close as individuals. Only in adulthood could they truly be friends, without the pedestal a young Vihrea had put her on, unaware of her follies and failures. You could only be equals with someone who you can accept the faults of, everyone can make mistakes. As a kitten, they were unable to acknowledge such a fact.

"They...? Oh you mean-" Vihrea's thoughts shoot to the tom and molly they share their nest with, the pair knew the kind of loss Vihrea had experienced so early in life. Though the former was quite standoffish at first, he was closely attached to the hip of Vihrea's molly mate. Though back then they only shared in mutual grief- one for the loss of a mother, the other for the loss of a mentor. They're not sure still how exactly the loss affected their tom mate, or the relationship he had with their mother, but there's a sorrow in their eyes at the mention of her name that could only be held by someone who had personally felt such a loss. "Well we knew they were going away... for the annual thing. The marathon. Was there something you meant to tell me...?" Why couldn't the others hear it? Why get Vihrea alone? They were feeling much more wary before the molly they'd called their bestfriend for many years. This wasn't a side of her they had ever seen, something new. Something worrying.

"I can be better than them," She spouted, her tone like venom that Vihrea flinches away from, "You say they both complete you but- you just haven't met someone who could be your one and only. I could be your one and only, the one you really... really need."

"One...?" They couldn't believe their ears, turned back, and emerald eyes wide with shock. They must have taken this as an invitation, not a denial, because on they went unaware of the twisting of Vihrea's face into something scowling and ugly, and rambling about things they didn't know anything about.

"I don't have to tell you twice all the ways they can't suffice. Let me give you some advice, like I used to do-" They leaned in close to the charcoal pelted shorthair, paler fur brushing at the shoulders as they purred into their ear, "You should leave with me, tonight." They stumble away from the touch, once a comforting one they would seek now it burned like acid to feel the tips of their fur twinge against dense gold strands, it felt like a perversion of the trust that they had. The trust they thought that they had, the understanding... it's all twisted. So twisted in her mind, Vihrea doesn't know where to begin to untangle it, to right things. Their mind is racing in that moment, grasping at straws.

"You're leaving?" Is all they could stammer, still unable to untie the knot in their tongue or find the right words curled up in their head constantly swirling out of paw reach. The fur along their spine has risen in their anxiety, betraying their attempt to stay calm while their heartbeat races inside, pounding in their ears. Their face is hot with embarrassment, they're mortified. How could they let such a thing root and grow between them, this mass of bramble like miscommunication?

"Not without you, but together... I could do things for you they never did, we'd be happier just the two of us away from here." She carried on, ignoring Vihrea's stunned state in utter disarray, preaching about things they could hardly begin to comprehend. "I never would have left you alone. The universe must have divined this, you belong with me."

There's a spark then, at the word 'belong'. What are they, a trinket to be prized? "No," They stammer, the panic and authority of their voice finally catching the attention of the self absorbed molly, lost in her own monolog of her perceived relationship with them. "I don't want... that." They bite their tongue, 'you' lingers in the air occupying the pause in their sentence, maintaining cold eye contact.

There's some time after that where silence sits thick between them, only interrupted by the grass and branches stirred by the breeze, the molly stares shocked. She's taken aback, then something begins to change. It's like she has been dealt a sharp clawstrike, eyes narrowing and breath picking up pace, hurt and confusion spreading behind searching eyes. They know this look well, they've seen it before directed at them. She's trying to look deeply within them to see if what they're saying is true, as if she never expected there was a chance they didn't feel the same about her. "You don't mean that." She says, she seems confident in it but at the end her voice falters.

That pain turns to anger when Vihrea's guarded expression doesn't waver, she didn't find the buried sense of hesitation or longing that she was looking for. They brace for a strike, sinking into a crouch and waiting for her response, how will she act out?

"But... but the way you look at me! And that time at the lake- what you said-!" She argues, for a second she looks anxious and lost and Vihrea begins to feel bad. Feel... responsible, feel...

Pity. "I was joking. I didn't think you would take what I said to heart it was just..." They stammering, remembering mocking the cream molly about how their kittens would behave, remembering the implication that they would have kittens and the message that might have conveyed. "I was just..."

I've done this to her, they think for a moment. Then, frustration takes the place of that sadness. "Well I believed you!" She shouts back, cutting off Vihrea's explanation. Her voice grows quiet and suddenly she looks small, as though she's shrunk physically and mentally. She doesnt stand so tall and proud, as she usually does. With the confidence she usually does. "Don't you think that I'm beautiful? In every way that I've changed has been for you... Was it for nothing?"

The burn of tears threatens to drip from their eyes but Vihrea swallows hard on the lump in their throat, knowing the best way to deal with this is to brutally honest now. They can't give any more false hope, they can't afford to. Even if their friendship doesn't survive it, they can't lead her on any longer, intentionally or not. Vihrea can't soften the blow, or it could be misconstrued again.

"Yes. It was." They say coldly, clamping their jaw and gritting teeth as regret spreads through their limbs. They don't want to bring her down like this, they just want her to be happy... and be happy themselves. "Things can't change. I don't feel the way you want me to and..." They watch her eyes turn to the ground and then away, averting.

"...and there really never will be a one and only. For me. For you..." They pause, dipping their head to catch her gaze again, seeing the watery glaze on them. There's a cold hollow feeling in their chest but they try to push it down, they never wanted to hurt her like this. "There's someone out there for you. Its just not me. It can't ever be me." They're bestfriends...

They were, anyway.

This kitty is all yours !

[Adamented]

Username: Adamented
Cat Name: Vihrea
Gender: genderfluid (prefers he/they mostly)
Rank: Gladescout
Clan: Gladewood [x]
Age: 5 years
Prompt:

-snip-

This kitty is all yours !

Aaah, thank you~!

Could I get a reference without the accessories too please?

[elliott.]

this cat has been readopted to V.Vulpes!