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Description: blue-based caramel-apricot barred ticked torbie
with low white
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[c] whiskers, ear tufts, eyelashes, teeth, shorter tail
[uc] med fur
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[kyeza]

SOBBING AND MARKING

[Knickknacks]

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Clan: knollclan
Age: (1 year or above)
Prompt: [- words]

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[sammpup]

Username: sammpup
Cat Name: Goose-Cloud
Gender: Female
Rank: 'Warrior'
Clan: Rubble Clan
Age: 33 Moons
Prompt: Goose-Cloud is overall a pretty sweet cat who goes out of her way to be kind to everyone. The sweetest cat she's ever been nice to was her girlfriend Stormy-Pelt. Goose had noticed that Stormy was running low on flowers for her flower crowns, something everyone in the clan knows Stormy loves to make. So Goose had the amazing idea to hurry out of the clan's camp to find Stormy some more flowers... It only took Goose a few hours to bring home a ton more flowers for Stormy to use and she even managed to snag Stormy's favorite flowers to boot. Stormy was of course super touched by the act since even she hadn't realized she was running low on flowers.

[Hazelfang]

Username: Hazelfang
Cat Name: Oleander (Vilagno)
Gender: Female
Rank: Regenta
Clan: The Blessed Lupus
Age: 20 seasons
Prompt:

The moon gleamed with an ethereal radiance that night. It's rays pierced the veil of the nursery walls, illuminating the small, warm space. It danced upon the small, quiet grey bodies nuzzled against an exhausted queen. The mother's eyes were dull, worn from the labor of birth, her breathing slow and difficult. It was evident how much effort their birth cost her, how much had been ebbed away from her life. She was far too old to have born kits, and yet, this was her very first litter. The queen knew the cost it would have on her, but she had spent her entire life aiding other mothers in such a precious passage of life. Each time she saw the light twinkle in the newfound mother's eyes, a thought would pass her mind oh how that must feel... She wanted nothing more than to experience it for herself, to feel what it was like to bring forth life.... and it felt marvelous.

From the corner of the nursery, another she-cat watched, her own eyes reflecting the mother's weary. While she had not been in labor herself, she had spent countless hours doing everything in her power to ensure the kits were to be born healthy. All she could hope for was their safety, but she knew all too well the toll it had taken on the elder queen. Far, far too well. Now she watched the older she-cat, worn and feeble, her body trembling from the effort of breathing. It brought an ache in her heart, reminding her of the words they exchanged only a few sunrises prior.

"Oleander, my beloved pupil. You have learned so much and have become a better cat than even I could have become," the older grey she-cat purred out softly, her words like delicate morning dew.

Warmth flooded the younger cat's cheeks as she shyly shook her head, "Oh, don't say that Rosemary. I still have much to learn and you still have much to teach me."

The elder shook her head as well in response, her eyes thoughtful as she spoke on, "But it is true, Lea. You are so radiant and kind, you'll be a wonderful mother. I just know it." There was a profound meaning hidden behind her words, a seriousness that caught the younger cat off guard for a moment. She turned to face her, delicate brown eyes meeting pensive cerulean ones, a silent exchange between two cats of opposing spectrums of life. Her words caught in her throat, unable to escape as she found herself entirely sunken into her profound gaze. Those eyes, while deep and brimming with meaning, told of a mind ready for the end. So prepared and unafraid, it made her very being tremble.

After what had felt like an eternity of their unspoken conversation, Oleander finally found her voice. "Are you certain this is what you want?" she had managed to ask, a question she already knew the answer to within her soul.

Rosemary stared back at her with an unyielding gaze, "Absolutely. I need you to be there for them. As loving and compassionate as you always are. Do this for me, Lea. Grant me this one wish, to experience motherhood for even a moment is precious to me." The weight of her words felt as though they could crush the younger cat. As if the mountains had been torn from the land and placed directly on her shoulders. Her body shuddered under the weight, her eyes flickering with self-doubt and sorrow. She wanted to insist she would not let her pass, that she would make sure she could be a mother for more than a moment. Yet, she understood the heft of this decision, that it did not come lightly from her mentor and had been brought forth from many seasons of thought and desire. It was her duty to respect the wishes of a cat she owed so much to. And respect she knew she shall.

Slowly, with a forced sense of confidence, she nodded her head, "Of course, Rosemary. I will care for your kits as if they were my own, you have my word."

The older cat purred in response, her eyes glimmering with relief and gratitude. Gently, she rubbed her cheek against her pupil's jaw, her purr rumbling all the while. "Thank you... Thank you so very much..."

As the memory faded from her mind, Oleander found herself re-focusing within reality. The reality in which she watched the cat who taught her all she know slowly fade from existence. She brought herself closer to the new mother, tenderly wrapping herself around her frail body. She could feel the cold sweat sink into her fur as she pressed herself firmly against Rosemary. Only a few strands of life lingered within her and she could feel her acceptance flow through her body. With a delicate touch reminiscent of the tender morning sun, she whispered into the cat's fur, "Farewell, Rosemary. I promise your kits will know all you've done. We will never forget you." With a deep, satisfied sigh, the older she-cat took her last breath. Leaving the young Oleander alone with her three tiny kits. Her three final gifts of wisdom to her beloved pupil.

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[KittyandCat]

Username: KittyandCat
Cat Name: Briarmouse
Gender: Molly
Rank: Warrior
Clan: HollowClan
Age: 49 moons
Prompt:
It was sunny, quiet morning when Briarmouse left camp, nodding to Houndtail, who was rather sleepily guarding the entrance. Meandering through the forest, she couldn’t help but purr as a cool breeze ruffled her fur, the warmth from the sun quickly taking away the chill. It was a perfect day for a solo hunt while the rest of the clan lazily found their way to wakefulness.

Opening her jaws to draw in the forest’s scents- fresh newleaf blooms, crisp morning dew, and the tantalizing smell of prey, she caught a whiff of something that surprised her; cat. Specifically, two of her clanmates- Toespots and Sparrowsong. (Briarmouse, being HollowClan’s best tracker, is one of the few who can tell each individual cat by merely their scent.)

While Toespots didn’t frequently leave the camp so early in the morning- she preferred to tiptoe around the sleeping camp as she waited for her clanmates to wake up- it wasn’t unusual for her to be out without a patrol. She often slipped out when she thought no one would notice, to visit her rogue father- the clan knew about these trips but didn’t say anything. Sparrowsong, however, was known not to be a morning cat at all- such the opposite that it was joked she could sleep through an earthquake. As of late, though, she had been slipping out with Toespots rather frequently.

Her curiosity getting the best of her, Briarmouse began following the trail of her clanmates. She came rather quickly to the meadow, where she found Toespots and Sparrowsong- and a stranger- snuggled up in the tall grass, the soft morning light illuminating their fur as they slept.

She approached, startling the pile of she-cats awake. Toespots stumbled forward, a sheepish, panicked smile on her face.

“Briarmouse! Good morning! What are you doing out here?”

Briarmouse leaned to look around her clanmate, staring at the she-cat who stood next to Sparrowsong- a scarred, messy-furred cat with an almost entirely white pelt.

“Toespots, darling, you know as well as everyone else I like to do a solo hunt every morning.”
“Oh- yes- of course, I must have-”

Briarmouse shook her head and sighed. She had a sort of motherly affection for Toespots, and like all of HollowClan, felt sympathy for her father’s complicated relationship with the clan. But this was something different.

“I know HollowClan turns a blind eye when you sneak out to visit your father, dear, but you really shouldn’t be using that as an excuse to bring your… roguish companion here into our territory.”
“I wasn’t- I still do visit Jack! Really- I haven’t been sneaking out for anyone besides him until recently…”

Sparrowsong nodded frantically behind her.
“I was the one sneaking out to visit Shrike-” the stranger nodded, “Toespots and I would always leave together since it was more fun that way, but when she met Shrike, well…”
She huffed. “Is it really so wrong to love a cat from outside the clan?”

Briarmouse suddenly understood- all three of these she-cats were in love. She shook her head again, but her features softened.

“You know HollowClan wouldn’t approve. Toespots, what would your mother say? She’s learned the dangers of falling for a rogue first hand.”
Toespots looked down. “Look, I know HollowClan doesn’t do well with outsiders. I know Sunkissed would try and discourage me, but… but can’t you let us have this, at least for a little longer?”

Briarmouse sighed.
“Alright, I won’t tell anyone. But next time you decide to be all lovey-dovey, maybe don’t do it so near the camp?”

[Dorkydactyl]

Username: Dorkydactyl
Cat Name: Willowdusk
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior/Queen
Clan: Sparrow Clan
Age: 3 years
Prompt: She successfully rescued a kit that had wandered too close to the river, becoming a hero in the Clan’s eyes.

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[ArithMedic]

Username: ArithMedic
Cat Name: Buttermilk
Gender: Femby
Rank: Deputy
Clan: Gyrfalconclan
Age: Adult
Prompt:
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[dimi.]

Username: dimi.
Cat Name: Lyra
Gender: Female
Rank: Scavenger
Clan: Heart of Decay
Age: 4 years
Prompt: The sun had begun to set, a soft array of oranges and purples layering the sky. A molly sat in front of a plot of dirt, lined with a variety of rocks. Her gaze was mournful, looking over the rocks as she placed her paw in the center. Lyra emerged from behind the molly, looking over her shoulder.

"Are you alright, Envy?" Lyra inquired, her gaze sympathetic as she moved to sit at her side.

"Yes. This... time of year is difficult." She exhaled softly. Lyra nodded sympathetically, looking over the grave Envy was looking at lovingly.

"Your past lover?" Lyra asked, slowly easing into it. Envy's eyes narrowed, not in an anger way, more like she was masking emotions

"Yes. I love Onyx, but when the soul falls in love for the first time, it is unforgettable. She understands, but I can't help but feel selfish for mourning still." Envy rose to her paws, looking around. "There was a flower she used to love. A pink one. Kind of.. fluffy. Normally I can find some, but I haven't seen a single one this season. I normally decorate her grave with them every year. I guess I'm just spending time here to apologize for not doing it this year."

"It's not your fault, Onyx." Lyra sympathized, her mind wandering as she tried to visualize the flowers she was talking about. Her eyes widened before she looked back at Envy. "I will leave you alone. Just relax, okay?" Lyra said before slinking away.

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The next time Lyra would return to the grave would be that night, while Envy was slumbering. In her maw was a large leaf, cusped over itself. She dropped it to the ground, a series of peonies scattering on the ground. Lyra would spend the next several minutes gently grabbing each flower, lining the grave with them beautifully. She put the final flower at the center, right where Envy's paw had been resting upon the grave.

Lyra would return to her bed and awake the following morning. She looked around the camp, noticing a lack of Envy's presence. Curiously, Lyra went towards the grave, hiding behind a tree to look at it. Before it stood Envy, gazing at the grave in shock. Lyra would watch Envy look to the sky, muttering a quiet thanks as a tear swept down her cheek.

[ivyy.]

Username: ivyy.
Cat Name: Doehaven or "Doe"
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Gladiator
Clan: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋n
Age: 26 m
Prompt:
Soft mist gathered on velvety leaves, the light of the morning sun dancing as it settled on the dew. Twitching her nose, Doehaven hummed gently through the winding, sandy forest, the early morning melody of native birds bouncing off trees and reaching her ears gently. She grinned as she spotted a familiar glimmer in the trees, a breaking away from the forest that introduced the bright sun to the territory. Flicking her tail, she lifted a paw to continue on her stroll when a voice interrupted her, "Hey, wait up!" A slightly clumsy crashing echoed behind her and she turned to be nose-to-nose with its source. "Hi, Peachcrown." Peachcrown panted slightly, reaching the forest's exit and the cat she was looking for. Doehaven cocked an eyebrow as the brief silence stretched, Peachcrown resting her gaze on the other she-cat for quite some time.

Doehaven and Peachcrown hadn't been friends for long but they didn't take long to grow attached. When Doehaven, Doepaw at the time, had joined from a nearby rogue group and knew only the Leader of OceanClan, Peachcrown was the first to greet her which had surprised many of her clanmates knowing Peachcrown tended to be an easily overstimulated and isolated young cat. They eventually began training together and once reaching warrior-hood, going on missions together, becoming an incredibly efficient team. It all changed when Doehaven began to hang out more and more with Acornnick out of all cats... Peachcrown grew distant and was overwhelmed with guilt at her feelings. Doehaven had been her best friend, how could this tom come along and ruin it? Only recently had Peachcrown been reaching out to reconnect with her old friend, over four moons since she had distanced herself from her... friend.

"Well? I don't suppose you chased after me for no reason?" The words came out meaner than she had intended, the two shifting on their paws uneasily as they avoided each other's gaze. Doehaven was still upset with her- her only friend left her when she had needed her most. When the silence grew to be too much, Doe sighed and swept her tail protectively over her swollen flank. Peachcrown finally spoke, breaking the quiet, "I... wanted to go for a walk with you. Goldenleaf asked me to get some marigold for her storage." Doehaven cracked a small smile, remembering how Goldenleaf had always made Peachcrown run errands for her, leaving her to smell of leaves, forest, and flowers. Doehaven loved that about her.

Doehaven nodded slowly, turning before any more thoughts could overwhelm her further. "Very well." Taller bits of grass whistled in the prairie wind, the sun warming their backs as they trekked on, shoulders painfully apart unlike how they usually were brushing against each other with a fond gentleness. Peachcrown, from the corner of Doehaven's eyes, opened her mouth only to close it, tongue-tied in the morning sun. They picked their way through the warming valley, Doehaven desperately wanting to sit growing exhausted from the walking. Before Peachcrown could stop the words spewing from her mouth, she spoke. "What happened to you and Acornnick?" Doe stopped in her tracks and flexed her claws, kneading claw marks into the soft soil below her paws. The wind rustled the pink flowers dotting her fur, "Nothing, why does it matter anyways?" She muttered bitterly, recalling what happened to her in the last few moons alongside that tom.

Peachcrown sat on the ground and inhaled, "Sit with me. Please. We need to talk." Doehaven didn't argue- it was true, they did need to. Doehaven sat beside her, allowing for herself to melt her colorfully ticked fur into Peachcrown's silky pale tabby stripes, her fluffy cheeks leaning against Peachcrown's shoulder. Peachcrown felt her heart race but she calmed it with silence and deep breaths. "I'm so... I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry for avoiding you!" Peachcrown whispered, resting her chin on her friend's gray ticked head, "I care very deeply for you." Doehaven felt her heart crashing around within her ribcage, unsure why she was feeling such a way as salty tears began to sting her eyes. "I'm sorry too. I left you for Acornnick because I thought I loved him. It turns out I didn't." This was news to Peachcrown who, in her confusion, perked her ears but remained silent, allowing her to continue. "I... I thought I loved him so we agreed to become mates and start a family of our own but I couldn't have been more wrong." Peachcrown lifted her head and brushed her striped tail around her friend, confused when she felt a large bump where only fluff should've been along Doehaven's flank.

Peachcrown sighed with no ill intent, "Oh Doe..." Her whisper was filled with pity and guilt. How could she have left Doehaven to deal with the huge changes alone? "Did the both of you separate?" Doehaven nodded through Peachcrown's fluffy chest, "Yes, we did. I knew we had to but I'm going to be forced to raise these kits alone- no mate in sight. I did the wrong thing and I listened to my head instead of..." Peachcrown flicked her ears curiously, "...your heart?" Doe lifted her head, her cheeks smoothed with trails of silent tears she had so clearly been holding in until now. "I forgive you, you didn't know and I stopped hanging out with you so suddenly- how could you know?" Peachcrown felt her heart race once more, unfamiliar to the golden cat. "Are we okay?" Doehaven asked once she noticed the conflicted expression plastered across Peachcrown's face. Peachcrown shook her head slightly to clear it before smiling and lovingly nuzzling her companion. "Absolutely, always."

Doehaven took a small moment to revel in Peachcrown's light, golden, bright, and beautiful- as she had always been, even in the darkest days, even when no one had known. "Here, I have something for you." Reaching behind herself, she pulled a small pink blossom from behind her tail and cupped it carefully in her paw. "I just found this one. I want you to have it- as a promise." Peachcrown marveled at the little flower that meant so much to Doehaven, no one would ever find any like the ones she had on at all times. "T-thank you, Doe. It's beautiful." With gentle prodding and twisting, Peachcrown watched, her eyes narrowing fondly as Doe wove the flower stem into the fur at the base of her tail, where it had rested only a few moments previously on Doehaven.

"It's a promise that I will never leave you again, no matter what." Her purr was louder than the birds hovering above the two cats, twittering and singing the songs of a blooming love, one unseen by both she-cats until now.

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