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This cats quite old, tell me about an accomplishment they've made in their life that they're most proud of! No word expectation.

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Owner: dolly
Name:
DGAB:
Origin:
Eye color: Blue/Green Heterochromia
Coat: Black-based bi-metallic rosette tabby with mid-high white
Edits: [nr] scars, expression (aging, tired)
[c] heterochromia

[Berryy]

Res, this kitty is so cute

[Wildwarriorpaws]

Owner: Wildwarriorpaws
Storage Link:
Name: Silver
DGAB: DMAB
Origin: born into clan
Prompt:
Silver got his name from a piece of trash in the desert, the cats around him noticed how his coat shines the same way as the metal when reflecting the sun. So he now had his name. As he grew he got tougher and used to the heat and harsh life of the desert. He soon grew to remember the animals in it to..

His first set of scars came when a group of kits wandered too far out of the shadows of The Pit. They were quickly spotted by a red tailed hawk who saw them as an easy meal. Silver noticed the hawk just in time, managing to step in front of the kits and take the blow. He ended up getting deep talon wounds all over his back and neck but he was able to tough through it with just a few days in the Death Healers den.

A couple moons had passed when he was about to discover something he’d never forget. He was on patrol when he scented the foul smell of coyote. He and his patrol slowly crept around the rocks and bushes of the desert till they found the source of the stench. It was a coyote alright but he wasn’t the only thing making that foul smell. The coyote (TRIGGER WARNING) was eating a dead cat, soon to be known as the Ghost, the poor thing had passed a while ago and the coyote found it as an easy meal. Silver and his patrol were able to ward the coyote off its meal and burry the cat. Silver didn’t leave till the cat was buried deep enough so that no predators could get to it even though he had a massive wound on the front of his left side. That wound ended with Silver being in the Death Healers den for a moon, slowly recovering and practicing walking. Ever since then Silver has been on of the bravest and respected cats in PitClan and will continue to be even after he goes to live with the Spirits of the animals around him.

[KelpieMomma]

Owner: KelpieMomma
Storage Link: Storage
Name: Slipfang
DGAB: amab
Origin: ex-clan cat, ex-house cat
Prompt: Slipfang had done many things in his moons. He'd been a warrior, and a deputy. He'd sacrificed his freedom for a clanmate, pushing them out of the way of a trap before he was stolen by two-legs. He'd hoped to one day make it back, return home, but as soon as the trap had opened his heart had sunk. He would never return to where he had been. He would never sleep beside his mate again, or go hunting with his best friend. The smell of meadow had been completely smothered by the scent of two-legs and something sharp, acidic to his nostrils. He was put in a larger cage, striking out at every two-leg that passed. He was taken home by a pair of two-legs, despite his hissing and striking. They turned him loose in an enclosed trap, where he immediately hid underneath anything and everything he could. The food they gave him was far from what he was used to, and he struggled to adapt. He begged the stars for the return of his freedom. He sulked, kept away from the two-legs as best as he could. Every now and then they would grab him with bulky second-skins, skins that protected them from his claws and fangs, and put him into a cage. Then they would poke him with something, and let him out. He was determined to not settle, to escape, when one day they brought something in.

That something was a squealing basket. Inside the basket was a litter of kittens. Though he didn't understand their vocal language, Slipfang could tell by their body language - something he'd been watching for some time now - that they were concerned. At the sound of the kittens' distress, Slipfang crept forward and poked his nose over the basket. The kittens within hadn't yet opened their eyes. He didn't even pay any attention to the two-legs as he climbed in, carefully maneuvering around the kittens before settling into a curled position. He began to purr, licking their heads and cleaning them. With the arrival of the kittens he began to relax more- they needed him, needed his guidance. Eventually the first litter was taken away, much to his distress, but the two-leggeds seemed to realize his mood. Not long after they left a second litter was brought in. Once again, Slipfang took over the duties a mother would have had, cleaning and guiding them. He taught them how to crouch and pounce upon toys, the correct way to fight if they ever needed it - though he prayed that in this sort of place, they never would - and how to be warriors, even if they didn't know what that meant.

Even when he was eventually rehomed for reasons he doesn't understand, sent off to a farm, his proudest achievement wasn't what he had done with his clan. It wasn't in the battles he had fought and won, it wasn't in becoming deputy and saving his clanmate- though he was certainly proud he'd done that. It was that he'd helped the lives of several kittens, cleaning them and helping them grow and live and thrive.

(based on Grandpa Mason)

[dolly]

Owner: dolly
Storage Link: here
Name: Thorn
DGAB: afab
Origin: street cat
Prompt:


There are many accomplishments she wears like badges. For instance, each scar on her body is another story of her survival. She’s fought off attackers, survived falls, and weathered storms all on her own. But that’s not what she’s most proud of. Those are just things she’s done to survive.

She’s lived a lonely life for as long as she can remember. She never knew her parents, nor did she know of any siblings. All she remembers is scrounging behind two-leg places for the food they tossed away.

That is, until she met a young kitten who reminded her all too much of herself. A soft-spoken youngling whose mother died young to a car. The kitten looked a her with wide eyes, and she was paralyzed against them. She took the kit under her wings, nurturing this youngling for moon after moon until they blossomed into the most formidable cat on the block.

And she followed that kitten as they journeyed away from the city. She followed as they trekked the woods and began into the towering hills beyond them. She followed as her kitten was gaining follower after follower, all eager to trust in the ideals preached to them.

Her own child, her pride and joy, a newfound leader. Because she took a chance at raising a wide-eyed kitten.

[ivyy.]

Owner: ivyy.
Storage Link: the abandoned order
Name: Esper --> Ashenstar
DGAB: AFAB
Origin: previously a city stray --> unofficial group leader --> official leader
Prompt: Darting between trash cans, the yowls of her group mates collided with the screeches of the other street cats, more being silenced as the humans stormed their alleyway. They had never been exactly kind to her and her fellow stray cats but the humans had never blatantly killed them before. Her heart lurched as a familiar voice echoed beyond the dimly lit alleyway, smoke muffling his familiar voice. Her throat constricted from the smoke and emotions that swirled around her, cats streaming past her to the outer borders of the complicated city alleyways, the place she had called home. "I'm coming, Jasper!" Leaping over a burning pile of human rubbish, she tore down the alleyway, her claws scraping against the slick, oiled cement. Tucking her front feet under her, she cleared one last fallen dumpster, adrenaline granting her fast and tall leaps, her heart hammering in her chest.

A loud gasp escaped her maw as her green-blue eyes devoured the scene in front of her. The bodies of cats who had attempted to flee the towering humans were scattered along the entrance to the alleyway, at least seven different cats- none of which she had been able to put a name to. Except one. "Jasper..." She croaked, a fire still raging next to her in an apartment building. The shrieks of people and crackling of the fires being set by the men in hazmat suits barely were noticeable she gazed at the body of one of the most important cats in her life. Esper walked towards the corpse of her son, legs shaking and paws numb against the heated flooring of the glorified street, dumpsters surrounding them still ablaze, black, sickening smoke swirling above her head and the horrifying scene that would forever etch her memory.

Reaching with a loving paw, she touched Jasper's flank, smoothing fur over a hideous burn that etched his flank. Not caring about the loud, unfamiliar noises or the hungry fires surrounding her... she grieved, tears streaming down her face as she crouched and tucked her face into her son's severely burned body, ash from his dirty pelt caking her muzzle as she did so. She had endured much heartache in her life but nothing- nothing could compare to the way she felt as though she had died headfirst into a fire. A squeak escaped her maw as she cried, heart aching for the son she would never seen smile or crack a joke ever again.

Another small sound escaped but this time it wasn't Esper. Lifting her head weakly, she was close to conceding and dying alongside her first born son when she saw her. A pair of still-closed eyes were peaking out from under the tom's fluffy neck fur, weak squealing escaping it's bright pink maw. With a shaking paw, she reached forward and brought the kit closer to her paws from where she sat next to Jasper's lifeless corpse. "Hey, kid." She mumbled, completely surprised by the strange kitten. Eyes firmly closed, she assumed the young cat was only a week or two old, it's teeny pink paw pads covered in ashes and a few tiny burns here and there.

A loud crack echoed above all the chaotic noises, forcing her fur on end and reminding her of the insanity that had been occurring during her grieving. The fires in the buildings alongside her licked the edges of the structure, a sickening crack booming through the alley. The apartment was nearly collapsing. Grabbing the seemingly orphaned kit gently by the scruff, she took one last look at her son before determination sparked in her eyes, the fire catching the blue-green hues. Before she could even process the events that had occurred, she leaped out of the outskirts of the alley, escaping the city before the apartment were to collapse and kill the both of them.

After they had reached a safe place, the moon being their only guide through the dark night, the pair settled in an abandoned fox den within a massive oak forest, Esper vowing to find their way out of the confusing forest in the morning. Esper's eyes grew heavy from severe exhaustion, building a quick nest in the den and pulling the young kit closely to her side, her tiny voice mewling hungrily until Esper found an easy catch nearby, chewing the bits up and feeding them ever so carefully to her new ward. Her gaze hardened now as she whispered gentle, motherly promises to the tiny furball.

"My son saved you. He died saving you, kid." She whispered, softly running her tail rhythmically down the kitten's spine, lulling the cute little scrap into a much-needed sleep. "Which means..." Laying her head next to her, she wrapped her splotched tail around the little one, savoring the comfort the kitten brought her despite the way her heart felt as though it was splitting in two.

"I will do my best to keep you safe. You are special to have survived, and I am one lucky cat to have found you." Her voice cracking, she allowed the calming waves of sleep take her.

[lacke]

Owner: dolly
Storage Link: here
Name: Thorn
DGAB: afab
Origin: street cat
Prompt:


There are many accomplishments she wears like badges. For instance, each scar on her body is another story of her survival. She’s fought off attackers, survived falls, and weathered storms all on her own. But that’s not what she’s most proud of. Those are just things she’s done to survive.

She’s lived a lonely life for as long as she can remember. She never knew her parents, nor did she know of any siblings. All she remembers is scrounging behind two-leg places for the food they tossed away.

That is, until she met a young kitten who reminded her all too much of herself. A soft-spoken youngling whose mother died young to a car. The kitten looked a her with wide eyes, and she was paralyzed against them. She took the kit under her wings, nurturing this youngling for moon after moon until they blossomed into the most formidable cat on the block.

And she followed that kitten as they journeyed away from the city. She followed as they trekked the woods and began into the towering hills beyond them. She followed as her kitten was gaining follower after follower, all eager to trust in the ideals preached to them.

Her own child, her pride and joy, a newfound leader. Because she took a chance at raising a wide-eyed kitten.



everyones stories were AMAZING! i chose dolly because i am a sucker for found family ASDLFKJ so congrats, she is yours!