[Archaeopteryx.]

These two are never seen apart! A force of chaos or a force of good- describe how their relationship impacts others in your Clan! No more than 1,000 words and two art pieces, but extras are alright! These two cats will both go to the same home.

These cats will grow March 23rd!

Ends March 8th at rollover (8th -> 9th)
Ends March 15th at rollover (15th -> 16th)

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#3417
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Description: black charcoal
rosette tabby with low white
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[uc] round ears, short ears, long tail
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#3418
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[kyeza]

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

Username: galaxyy.
Cat cow..? Name: addax
Gender: cow
Rank: companion
Clan: the farlands
Age: centuries




Username: galaxyy.
Cat Name: jericho
Gender: demiboy
Rank: vagabond
Clan: the farlands
Age: centuries




[ ♫ ]


several centuries ago ...

soft footsteps echo through open air, sand shifting under the weight of the wayfarers who trek across it. they amble on with little haste, basking in the desert sun as if the sweltering heat doesn't bother them in the slightest.

the heavier of the two carries with them several leather-bound bags, the contents of which rustle with every step, all attached to a saddle of sorts in an almost harness-like rig. one would think that their heavily-furred, blotchy coat would weigh them down in such arid conditions, but they seem right at home despite the heat's steady hum.

the other walks alongside them, decorated walking stick marking their path with a dotted line. his garments keep the sun off him, hat wide-brimmed and poncho draped purposefully across his back.

as the sun nears the horizon, bleeding out in a brilliant display of colors, they meander off the path they'd been following and come to a halt near a rusty rock formation.

a tent is pitched, patterned fabrics billowing in the breeze, rugs and pillows lining the floor.

smoke spirals as a fire is lit, reaching up into the darkening sky like a beacon. it doesn't linger long, put out once a meal is made—the scent of roasted meat wafting high above, no nightcrawler brave enough to face the flames despite how enticing it may smell.

full and content, the pair settles beneath the cloth ceiling, bundled in blankets to protect from the seeping cold, paws and hooves curled in tight as they surrender to the night.

but that wasn't home.

home awaits—dust settling in their absence, dry weeds poking through a once-manicured garden, aged wood fences creaking in the gentle breeze—but they don't mind. their hearts belong to these gilded sands, to the never-ending dunes and the blazing sun and the open sky, be it from within the comfort of their own homestead or from the road, the gravel-strewn tariq kabir beneath their paws.

just as quickly as it'd risen, the tent is flattened at the break of dawn and folded back up into one of the packs. they dally little, sharing some form of ration and the contents of one of their flasks, before readying themselves to continue on.

they watch as a flock of camel-drawn caravans traipses across distant dunes. caravan ribat—the traveling merchants. they had once tagged along on the journey, quickly finding that they greatly preferred the comfortable solitude of traveling alone.

harnessed once more, the cat climbs nimbly onto his bovine companion's back, settling into the saddle with a paw resting on the horn, familiarity evident in the rhythmic manner in which he moves.







————「☀」————


agony. pure, utter, torturous agony.

aching, throbbing, an unquenchable thirst.

thirst.

they'd gone days without water, now, and it was beginning to show. they were reaching their limit, surely.

desperate, they'd abandoned their homestead one last time: embarking on a journey to the nearby city of pardis dhyai, praying to the gods above that there'd be enough to go around. the city was situated 'round an oasis, after all, but even that was no guarantee at this point. word had spread that even the great taj alma had all but vanished, reduced to a mere pond. the situation was dire.

a day's travel and they could finally see the city border, shimmering like a mirage under the blistering sun.

they stagger to the gates, the cat stumbling off his companion without any of his usual grace, thudding onto the sandy ground. the city guards shift their weapons, gaze darkening.

"if it's water you seek, you best turn around. you will find naught here."

"surely you can spare a little—"

they straighten, spears drawn. "leave."

a frantic glance behind them confirms his suspicions. something clicks into place.

"you're... hoarding it all. thieves! you're no worse than a band of brutes!"

the guards advance, snarling. "you will leave. now."

a slash.

stinging. blood pours out of a fresh wound.

"watch your tongue, or i'll cut it out for ya too," one growls.

they knew these outsiders wouldn't make it over the next dune, yet they turned them away regardless.

a viper's den of liars and schemers, their fates sealed with this final rejection; their uninhibited arrogance and selfishness would finally be put to an end.







————「☀」————



present day ...

a small grey figure wanders forth with an odd limp in his step. the city watches, waiting, holding its breath.

as he reaches the peak of the dune he'd been climbing and catches a glimpse of it, he pauses abruptly. his eyes flick to the horizon, scanning it in confusion, but they are ultimately drawn back to the strangely azure glow the distant silhouette emits. curiosity wins. it always does.

he reaches the city gates, once tall and proud, now half-crumbled. where the battered stone wall ends and there should be nothing but air, in light of this, instead lies a glimmering, translucent blue barrier of sorts, presumably in the shape of the wall that had previously stood in its place.

he gingerly stretches out a paw to touch it, startling back when it passes straight through. shaking off his agitation, he continues on through the gates. the city watches. it always does.

what awaits inside is similar in nature to the half-corporeal gate, buildings crumpled in on one plane of existence yet standing tall on another. he wades through a sea of rubble and ghost walls, the city offering a tale as old as time if one had the eye for it.

"what... happened here?" he murmurs.

the sound of his voice, however faint, rouses something within the city walls. whatever it was, he could feel it. it was as if the two clashing planes of existence collided, but for a moment. something that had lain dormant awoke with a start.

the city breathes.

an involuntary shiver.

his eyes dart around, agitation crashing back down on him with a vengeance.

"you."

he jumps, whirling around, wild gaze falling on two shimmering blue figures slowly approaching: one larger, horned, and one slim, the silhouette of a hat atop its head. he backs until he's flush against the solid stone wall behind him.

"wh-who are you?" he stutters, "what d-do you want?"



their forms flicker for a moment, eyes inky black. "l̴̢̳̞̮̝̪̞̜̊̃̔̚ẹ̴̫̯̥̟̃̿̅͂a̸̻̩͛͊͆́̈́̋v̴̬͙̤̖͙͓̈e̶̤̋͐͋̆̇̏̀—" a screeching static fills the air. his ears pop.

it ceases instantly, gone with the wind. wh-what was that? had he imagined it? maybe he's just tired, that's all.

"stay a while, why don'tcha?"


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[ the farlands ] xx [ vagabond ]
xxx ✧ ✧

[feverrr]

⋆✶ top right ✶⋆
username: feverrr
cat name: silas
gender: male
rank: outlaw
clan: the barrens
age: 1 year

⋆✦ bottom left ✦⋆
username: feverrr
cat name: sienna
gender: female
rank: outlaw
clan: the barrens
age: 1 year

art here <3
prompt wip!

[final fantasy]

mark!!

[jay.]

MARKING

[Thani]

SOBBING

[paradise,]

Mark

[canadianhowl]

Username: canadianhowl
Cat Names: Dingo / West
Gender: male / female
Rank: rouge / rouge
Clan: galactic skies
Age: 7m / 10m

The last thing they could remember was being cold and alone. They had been lost on a family trip and now we’re exposed to the forces of the night. Cold winds, the howls of distant wolves, and the screams from owls. They were terrified but soon, a figure. A cat. They were more scared but when it embraced them with a fluffy tail, everything felt better again.

That morning, they learned who this cat was. He was unique to say the least. The last they recalled cats usually didn’t have a back spike or any back protrusions. His name was Longanfrost and he seemed kind to them. He brought them breakfast. The two young kittens eagerly devoured it with happy squeaks and mlems. When they finally felt safe… “Hello sir! Thank you… we’re kind of lost here. Do you think you can help us?” The lighter colored kitten asked. Longanfrost looked over before he mumbled, “I can try. Where do you wish to go?”

“Well my mama and her mama we were all traveling together but- but they left us behind after we were playing.” The darker kitten continued on from his friend. “Your parents forgot you? Well I hate to break it to you but if they did then they’d be far from here now. I don’t know the terrain well so I’m afraid I can’t do much to help.” Longanfrost admitted to the disappointment of the two. “Though don’t worry. If there’s anything I know, usually staying in the same place you got lost is the easiest for your parents to find you. How about I keep you here and help raise you? You won’t be alone without guidance and once your parents return you can be on your way.” That seemed to spark their interests and they eagerly agreed…

But that was moons ago.

These kittens who were called Dingo and West were moons older now. Their parents hadn’t ever returned and in their spite began to see Longanfrost as their father. He taught them how to hunt and fight and gradually shared with them the news of the clan he was in. While they were curious, he didn’t let them close to the clan. He said they were dangerous cats and even he wasn’t sure if he should stay yet did so anyways. When he was down, he vented to them about the awful tyrannical ruler who put down others around him. Longanfrost only wanted to help and he got scolded so often that he was tired of this. He was sick of this “king” and he needed to put a stop to him. Dingo and West fully set in this motion agreed to help. Longanfrost brought one more cat to his motion and he trained the three to help take down the leader with him. They were ready.

Occasionally the two rouges had run into some cats of the clan before the initial attack. West was the one who spoke and due to her bulky size quite often intimidated the others. Though the two have made friends. Dingo easily made buddies with Mackerelswipe when he expressed his interest for crafts and fishing. Dingo also was interested in crafts but fishing was something he done rarely. Occasionally he snuck off to go fishing with the tom and they grew to be close friends. West had grown friends with Poppysnarl and Redbelly. Both were bulky cats she met when she was around 13 moons old and them about 15 moons, perhaps why she has such a bulky figure now. The three trained and tussled around with each other with West growing a small crush on Poppysnarl. Though when the attack came, both were nervous. They saw the clan cats weren’t as hostile as Longanfrost made them out to be but at this rate, they still trusted his guidance the leader was cruel for they have never met him. Longanfrost was their adopted father… this was the least they could do.

“You know the drill. I’ll be going out first for bait. I’ll lead the two away to close to where you’re at and I’ll scent something is coming, when I hiss at you, leap out and attack. Attack me but aim the hardest at them.”

…

“What is it Longan?”
“I scent something… Ramstar we need to get out of-“

…

“RAMSTAR! RABBITWHISKER!”

…



The clump of fur… Poppysnarl flinched seeing the color of it. That was no fox… she was shocked and didn’t want to believe this was… this… who did this. She nervously looked back and forward and gently shoved the fur away to be hidden. No… they were still friends even during this. She knew something was wrong. This wasn’t like West. Poppysnarl slowly walked away out of the medicine cats den before bumping into Mackerelswipe. The two gazed at each other and as if he read her mind, his ear flattened and he gazed away. “We have to find them. Get Redbelly. We know what we have to do.” She ordered. Her expression turned stern. She meant business and Mackerelswipe knew better than to argue. No that he ever would have.

The searched for a while, the scent from the two began to grow. It grew stronger and stronger. “West? Dingo?”

The expression from the friends when they gazed up… it was something unlike they’ve ever seen.

“West.”

“I had to… I had to.”

Dingo looked away before he sighed and looked up, eyes glossed ever begging for forgiveness.

“Dingo… please.”

“I know… I am asking you for forgiveness.”

“Who did this?”

“Who?”

“Please just tell us who. Please we need to know. You didn’t decide this on your own. We know you wouldn’t you know better.”

“I don’t… I can’t. He’d be mad if anyone knew.”

“He?”

“He…”

[crexmii]

Username: crexmii
Cat Names: ryepaw and oatpaw
Gender: nonbinary [they/them] / demiboy [he/they]
Rank: aaaaaaaaapprentices (with powers.)
Clan: softclan
Age: young (both are about 7-8 moons)
Prompt:




"haha! raspberry, catch us if you ca-an!" oatpaw called in a mocking sing-song voice at the new warrior. she stuck her tongue out at the cinnamon point and rolled her eyes, ignoring them. ryepaw darted alongside him, vibrant blue eyes examining the reactions of other softclan cats as they darted by and nearly bumped into other feline bodies.

the duo dashed around the camp, making a mess of pretty much everything. oatpaw stomped a paw onto the ground hard, causing sparks to fly and grass blades to be set ablaze. a few warriors stared in panic and immediately extinguished the flames. laughing, oatpaw flicked his tufted tail and grinned at his sibling. ryepaw shook their head and smiled. "hah. i can certainly do much better." they boasted. immediately, they leaped around, calling up the cold from inside of their veins.

he ran around the camp, causing chaos and commotion everywhere he stepped. the ground would freeze under each pawstep, leaving a trail of ice around the softclan camp. "stop doing that!" some cat growled angrily at them, though ryepaw couldn't recognise who, since there was a large crowd of cats examining the ice.

"not fair. you can only do that because if i tried, i'd burn the entire camp down." oatpaw grumbled, snorting in annoyance. the two apprentice watched as cordelia put out the fire using her water. irritated violet eyes glared at the two of them. oatpaw just made a face and she turned away.

after every cat had calmed down, cordelia stomped over to the twins. "why are you wasting your powers so frivolously?! aren't you two literally blessed by abendro and lunette? why the heck are you using them to cause chaos? you're even worse than my friend, i swear."

ryepaw scoffed. frivolously? what nonsense. they had no limit to their powers anyway, they could use them anytime thet wanted! didn't cordelia know that about hers? why was she acting like one of the snot-faced warriors who always lectured them?
as she padded away, oatpaw rolled his eyes. ryepaw smothered their own giggles and continued to watch oatpaw make funny faces.

they were fine. everyone else was concerned about their powers for no reason. earlier they'd got scolded at least four times, including a special lecture from petalpatch the deputy herself. they were all overreacting.

until, of course, oatpaw accidentally nearly burnt down the entire cave.
it was night, of course. he'd been practising hunting crouches and pounces for their warrior assessment the next day. and of course, oatpaw had tripped, something had caught fire, and boom.

they had nearly got themselves exiled. it was only because the council and the royal family thought they were young and out of control that they stayed in softclan. and that was when ryepaw realised just how dangerous the two of them were. they could literally kill a grown cat with a touch.

...it had been hard to sleep after they thought of that. very hard.

so...ryepaw wasn't imagining it either when he woke up. the more hostile glares, wary looks, the bristling whenever they got close to another clanmate. especially towards oatpaw. he'd noticed their goofy brother seem more...muted these days. maybe he still felt guilty over that night.

but it was an accident! why were the other softclan cats seemingly still so angry over the fire?

besides, cordelia had powers too. why wasn't she treated as dangerous and avoided like oatpaw and ryepaw?
well...they found out she certainly was treated like them when they all had no choice but to run away.

———

"what are we doing?!" oatpaw cried, backing up against his rosetted brother. "why are our clanmates surrounding us?" he screamed. "we've made a huge mistake allowing you superpowered felines to live among us. you're going to destroy us all. one of your kind nearly killed me. so we're going to get rid of the rest of you." violetstar hissed. her lime green eyes glimmered angrily. everyone looked angry. suddenly, fur pressed against ryepaw's other side. cordelia was panting, gazing around in horror.

the warriors were surrounding them now, all of their claws unsheathed and ready to kill them without hesitating. "run!" oatpaw suddenly screeched, flames blazing around his paws. he tackled brownpelt, who was attempting to claw at ryepaw's face, nearly blinding him in one azure blue eye. as oatpaw created a wall of fire to block any cats from following them, ryepaw felt a sick lurch in their stomach. what if they can't get past the wall of fire and they all burn?

they shook their head, continuing to run for their life along with oatpaw and cordelia. you have more important things to think about, ryepaw.
the three young cats ran and ran and ran until they were super far away from their old clan. oatpaw was trembling. he didn't want to think about their angry glares, their chanting and yowling, their willingness to kill them...

the three of them were all alone now in the world. just them and their powers. "how did you know about this hiding place, cordelia?" oatpaw asked. he was sure she had never been this far from camp before. had she even gone out secretly? after all, she was a model apprentice.

"i have... a friend." she meowed. flicking her tail, a pure white she-cat, about their age, emerged from the foliage and stared at them with large, pale-blue eyes. she seemed to be slightly frightened. "hi! we're oatpaw and ryepaw. there's no need to be scared of us." oatpaw grinned, attempting to be friendly with the newcomer.

she smiled slightly. "hi. i'm aella. but i'm not scared of you. i'm scared of what i might do to you by accident." she whispered, staring down at her paws. oatpaw comfortingly patted her tail and she flinched away.

ryepaw sat down and thought. "i guess we're on our own now." he sighed, lashing his tail. cordelia nodded, eyes sad.
"well, then let's go explore the whole world." oatpaw grinned.

[ # 1000 / 1000 words ]

[Rathalos]

THE PROPHECY BECAME TRUE