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this cat is destined for something. what is it?
max 300 words, no limits to non-writing extras (art, moodboards, etc) !!

Ends at rollover from oct 4 > 5 7 > 8

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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: black charcoal braided tabby with low white
Age:
Edits:
[nr] expression, scars, missing eye
[c] fang, eye shape, eyelashes, ear tufts
[uc] unnatural eye colour
[r] max fur, bob tail
Owner:

[elliott.]

username: elliott.
cat name: murkyhollow
gender: male
rank: council
clan: the hawthorns
age: fifty moons.
prompt:
Murkyhollow was born at the bottom of the hierarchy and yet destined for greatness.

His mother told him that when he was younger, when they were constantly imprisoned inside a metal cage with nothing but a slightly damp blanket and dry kibble for a meal. Her tongue had brushed in-between his ears, her voice calm and soothing, murmuring sweet words to him. Telling him how he'd get out, how he'd make her proud when he became strong and powerful. In response, he'd promised that he'd bring her along with him, that she'd live the life that she deserved.

However, the greatness that was promised took a bit to get to.

The shelter they lived in allowed them some time to wander around a large room with blank walls, their cage homes left with the door wide opened. Them and the multitude cats they lived with tended to just lounge around the room, younger kittens batting around the plastic and fake-furred toys that were littered across the floor. It was boring and it was mundane and it brought out the worst in the other cats.

Multiple times, Murky got teeth or claws dug into his skin, tearing at his fur. The community he lived in was very fight or flight, and most cats chose fight, even if it meant sinking their teeth into a kitten that strolled a bit too close to their food bowl. It didn't take long for him to become miserable, tired of being their punching bag, tired of his mother having to lick his wounds. He was meant for greatness, not this!

His escape followed soon after becoming fed up. He found Poppyhowl, a gorgeous leader with confidence and glamour and the ability to let him rule beside her. He found his destiny as her husband.

[Rathalos]

MARK

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[Mythz]

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[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Cat Name: Snipe
Gender: Tom
Rank: Voyager
Clan: Buccaneers
Age: Unknown
Prompt: ❝ darkness always finds you either way ❞

"I don't want it." The dark tom-cat snarled.

"It is not your choice."

"My ability at choice was ripped away from me when you claimed me. I didn't ask for this."

"Would you go back?" Her velvety voice crooned, and he shivered.

to go back... to enjoy life again.

"Yes."

"Even if it meant facing all that you have lost?"

"All... that I have lost?"

"You did not know? They are dead."

His heart thundered to a stop. "All of them?" Disbelief laced his words.

"Death claimed them not long ago."

Hot tears clambered their way down his cheeks.

"Then I am yours to command."

"Good. That young son of Barracuda... now, what was his name?"

"It's... Marlin."

"Yes, yes. That's the one. Good..."

"Why?"

"Nothing you need concern yourself with. You'll find out soon enough."

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Snipe gasped awake, shaking the sleep from his ruffled fur. He glanced around, confusion clouding his mind. The dream was slipping from his mind like sand thrown to the wind.

That's when he noticed it. The red.
It was everywhere.

He clambered away in disbelief.

No.

Clotted, creamish-coloured fur was scattered across the planks.

xxxxxxxxxxNo nO.

The metalic scent infiltrated his nostrils, tendrils of it coiled around his brain.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt couldn't be.

Doubt clawed it's hands down his throat, making him feel ill.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWhatxxxxxxxhadxxxxxxxhexxxxxxxdone?


❝ i don't know how i got here ❞

[kyeza]

Username: kyeza
Cat Name: pyrite..... the fool :)
Gender: genderfluid
Rank: failed attempt at a false god
Clan: the ancient chasm
Age: immortal
Prompt: the abysmal region


it was fine, right? a worthy trade? enduring the poking and prodding and experiments for a better life than she'd ever had and all those promises of greatness? for the attention, the praise?

surely.

so why did it feel so wrong?

"pyrite, dear," the same voice as always echoes from down the hall. "take your medicine before they arrive."

her paw lingers mid-air. take it. it's not that difficult. just take the medicine.

... why can't i take it? what's wrong with m—

CRASH. the glass, it's everywhere, but all she can do is stare. her mind numb, a paw prods at the crystalline shards. she flinches.

"pyrite?" the voice questions, drawing near. the door swings open. "what ha—" with a gasp, her caretaker freezes in the doorway, horror surely settling in her eyes and surging down to her heart. pyrite can't bring herself to turn.

"what's all the commotion?" a second voice sounds, and then a third, and a fourth. fear licks at her soul like a mother to its kitten, but it is no stranger to her. her caretaker scrambles out of the way. "pyrite? what's happened here?" they make their way across the room, shadows slithering over the candlelit floor, creatures of the night.

and then they saw it.

splattered amongst the shattered vial are small droplets of pure, stygian black. and running down her paw and dripping onto the floor was that very same inky hue. her blood. it was black.

everything was numb. her mind, her body, everything was static. they were talking, but she couldn't hear over the suffocating buzz in her head.

"... but she's destined for greatness, IV, for godhood-!"

"but we never ... where did we go wrong?"

she was drowning in it, the static, darkness encroaching. it was all she would ever know.


[ 300 words ]




pics from here !! also the fool tarot card represents new beginnings, faith, innocence, a journey, etc. and... pyrite..? fool's gold? ;)

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