[Mythz]

Design them some scars, and tell me the story behind them!
you may draw the scars over their stars ref, or over a drawing. max 450 words.
Ends April 30th at 10am AEST

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b] (Please link)
[b]Age:[/b] (1 year or above)
[b]Prompt:[/b]

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Name:
Gender:
Rank:
Clan:
Description: red spotted tabby with white
Age:
Edits: [nr] expression
[c] ear tufts
[uc] mid fur, round ears, heterochromia
Owner:

[Deercan]

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[KittyandCat]

Username: KittyandCat
Cat Name: Apricotnose
Gender: tom
Rank: elder
Clan: HollowClan
Age: 102 moons
Prompt: 🍃

“And so, I was fighting the foxes- all three, no, four, of ‘em! The biggest one- a big ‘ol momma fox- you’d be stunned how scary an angry vixen can be- her fur was filthy and matted and smelled horrible, and her many scars, inflicted by my brave, past clanmates, no doubt, were crusted over and poorly healed. She barred her fangs, drool dripping onto my chest- but the worst part was really her breath- and she towered over me. I could see it in her eyes- she was going to kill me! But I kicked up against her stomach with all my strength! I toppled her over, even though she was three times my size, and turned to one of her kits. These fox kits may have been her babies but they definitely weren’t young, or small, or weak. And when I pounced on the hideous thing, its littermates came and grabbed me by the leg, dragging me off and shaking me like a piece of prey. I figured I was dead, but of course in the end I triumphed, so with my incredible strength-”

“Ah, telling stories about how your leg got its scars again? If I recall, it was from struggling when it was trapped under a branch during the Great Fire after saving a clanmate. Quite honorable; you’re a hero, you know. No need to create fairytales.”

[Gravis Cordis]

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[Terracotta Tone]

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[xXRiceCrispyTreatsXx]

Username: xXRiceCrispyTreatsXx
Cat Name: TBA
Gender: Male
Rank: Combatant
Clan: https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4855660
Age: 3 years old
Prompt: https://flic.kr/p/2owN895

In their previous life, they had been known as an upcoming hero. They were reckless and encountered an Owlbear on one of their quests. The Owlbear taught them a lesson they would soon never forget. The creature slashed their claws across the heroes face, causing them to become blind in that eye. The monster fought tooth and nail, leaving an array of scars on the adventurers body. If not for some older, wiser heroes coming along down a beaten path and saving him, he would have been dead.

[MouseyLavi]

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[ivyy.]

Username: ivyy.
Cat Name: Beach Where Waves Crash or "Crash"
Gender: Tom
Rank: Traveler
Clan: ☽ Ashen Trail ☾
Age: 98 m
Prompt: - xxx -

The earth under his paws was soft from the morning mist that edged the grass. Crash allowed himself to stretch on it, kneading the ground lazily with sharp claws, tearing the grass below just a little. Lately, the forests had been much quieter than usual, making Crash feel ever so slightly on edge. The alpines were not much louder, especially not within his burrow but either way, he'd been meaning to trade with the Clan cats for a while now. What could be the harm in a friendly little herb or prey swap? The leather sack tied around his back shifted as his squirrel friend crawled out holding several different types of jewels he had been saving to offer to the clan in exchange for some fish.

"Peak, get up into the trees and keep watch for me. The forests haven't been all that safe as of recently." The sow squeaked and leaped up the nearest tree, her tiny claws climbing up the oak bark. A twig snapped and Crash perked his ears after a familiar scent hit his nose. Crash turned towards the sound and shifted to bushes to greet a sneaky little apprentice. "How was that?" Aidan squeaked confidently, Bloompaw appearing next to him with a small smile, "You were downwind silly." Crash chuckled and touched his nose as a friendly greeting to each of the two apprentices. "Your denmate is quite right, I'm afraid." Bloompaw blinked excitedly at Crash as Aidan grumbled and sank into a seated position. "What do you have for us today, Beach Where Waves Crash?"

It was peaceful in their world, even if it wasn't elsewhere. Bloompaw was midway through a sentence when a sound reached their attentive ears. "Somethings' here." Aidan murmured quietly, standing with bristled fur next to his companion. A pair of dark amber eyes peered ominously through the undergrowth, staring the smallest of the three, Bloompaw, with a fierce intent. "Get behind me." Crash whispered, taking a brave step forward.

"Run home when I say, alright?" Aidan looked scared but clearly was trying to keep it together, "R-ready when you are." Crash growled and yelled, "Now!" The two apprentices took off as Crash leaped forward to tackle the brown mass. A wolverine presented itself and headbutted his side, snarling as drool dripped down it's maw. Before the large tom could react, it lashed out it's claws and caught his right ear, tearing a couple nicks into it. He yelped in pain and lurched forward, crunching onto the creatures' leg with great force.

"I won't leave until you do, fur-brained menace!"

[430 words]

[ArithMedic]

Username: ArithMedic
Cat Name: Lionclaw
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: Lotusclan
Age: 40 moons
Prompt:


Lionclaw gave a deep, booming laugh when the kits approached him, asking about his scars. "Which of yer parents set y'all up fer this?" He responded jovially. The kits swarmed him to reassure him that they were only curious, they'd been asking everyone ever since they heard Mousefur's stories. "Alright, alright. Settle down. I'll only tell ya once, y'all hear? Once." The kits nodded furiously, eyes locked on him ready to be amazed.
"When I was y'all's age, I was quite the hardheaded sort. I'd never learn a thing unless it happened to me. I got m'self in all sorts of ruckus. These scars on my shoulder an' side are from some 'bar-bed-wire' that the Sc'ence Cats had, I fooled about a bit too close an' got m'self a nasty couple scrapes. My feet? Those are from all the times I stumbled into the nestles an' thorns 'cause I weren't paying attention. I never quite learned that one, my feet are practically perm'nent residents of the medicine den." Lionclaw concludes his telling, standing up to return to his duties, when the kits surround him again.
"What about those scars on your face? And your ears!" They begged him.
Lionclaw paused, his face taking on a grimmer look. "Those are from some hard times, when we had t'do some hard things. Ain't ever gonna forget it 'cause are my perm'nent reminders. The ones on my nose are from my best fr'end, an' the ears are c'urtesy of the shecat I loved. I won't tell ya the story 'cause I want y'all to know and live in better times." Lionclaw walked away with a more solemn gait than he'd had before, and the kits don't pursue him because even they can tell that it is a deeply painful topic.
[297 words]

[Plaga]

: ̗̀➛ Username: Plaga
: ̗̀➛ Cat Name: Deadly Nightshade
: ̗̀➛ Gender: Male
: ̗̀➛ Rank: Soldier
: ̗̀➛ Clan: тнє ηєω мσση вяιηgєяѕ
: ̗̀➛ Age: 8 years
: ̗̀➛ Prompt:

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[449 words]
It all started when Deadly Nightshade was just a little kit, maybe even less than five moons of age. He was naive and knew nothing about this world, carelessly wandering around playing with other kittens his age. They talked about their ideas, concerns and shared them with each other… until the topic wandered into “what was behind the border’s walls?”. And this discussion was probably the most fiery and interesting discussion they ever shared.
“It must be full of chimeras, and dragons and drakes! That’s why adults don’t let us go there!” - one purred, his eyes sparkling with passion.
“No! There are hordes of two-legs driving their monsters and throwing their trash around!” - the little molly denied, sharing her own idea based on what, from what she knew, humans mostly did. Then, the eyes sparkling with expectation focused on Nightshade, who previously just sat here in silence, listening to their own versions. “And you, Night? What do you think?” - his eyes stared at the ground emptily, and he couldn’t come up with anything. He really didn’t knew, and it was so annoying to think everything up on the moment! How could one know when he never even wandered outside of the camp?
“You know what? I’m gonna go there and see. Then I’ll tell you!” - he proudly meowed, now staring at them boldly. He really wanted to impress them, and it seemed like they admired him already. “Oooh! Please do!”
But deep down, he already knew it was the worst decision of his life. The next day, he left the camp at very early morning. He told nothing even to his parents, knowing that he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to… he didn’t even noticed when after crossing the woods, he was surrounded with mixes of weird, foreign smells of strangers. There were definitely cats… but not the Bringers. It was almost impossible and hard to believe in, but soon, he has reached the strange clan’s camp borders, which he has thought of when he saw high walls of dried branches and stone. Deadly already knew he was in trouble, but it was too late to change. The guards already noticed him, and brutally caught him, ignoring all the cries and pointless attempts to fight back. His skin was marked forever as a warning for the Bringers to hold their “brat” in their place and even attempted to blackmail them to give in a piece of their territory for him, but luckily, they fought him back and healed his wounds that will mark him for the rest of his life, especially the X mark on his forehead - a symbol of traitor within the clans.