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For this cat, tell me/draw
how they got their feather accessories!
(max 1500 words or 3 art pieces)

Ends february 14th!

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blue-cream broken mackerel
tortoiseshell with med white

[nr] expression change, eyeshape,
accesories
[c] min fur edit

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]clan:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]age:[/b] (min. 2 years/24 moons)
[b]gender:[/b]
[b]how did they get their feathers:[/b]

[Tea...]

Mark!!!!!!!! So pretty T^T

username: Tea...
clan: stormclan
name: whisker
age: (min. 2 years/24 moons) 2 years
gender: she/her
how did they get their feathers: wip!!

[lacke]

username: lacke
clan: the havens
name: vale
age: 3 years
gender: genderfluid (he/she/they)
prompt: vale had always felt like a ghost, drifting through the haven, wandering between uncertainty and purpose... caught in the space between belonging and being overlooked. they were young, barely more than a kit in the eyes of others, and though vale listened more than they spoke, few ever turned to hear their voice. their paws ached to find a place in the haven, but no role ever felt... right.

one night, being restless and wary, vale slipped beyond the havens borders. the moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and the wind carried a distant, sorrowful... cry? something in the sound gripped vale's chest, pulling them forward. they moved through the darkened trees, past long familiar paths, until they found it. a hawk, tangled in thorns, its wings trembling with exhaustion. vale's breath hitched. the sight was a reflection of their own heart - caught, struggling, desperate to break free... tears welled in their eyes as they crouched beside the wounded creature, murmuring soft reassurances. i understand. carefully they worked to untangle the thorns, each movement slow and deliberate, each touch a quiet promise: i will not leave you like this.

at last, the hawk was free. for a long moment, the hawk simply gazed at vale, golden eyes burning into their soul, as if seeing something even vale had yet to realize. then, with a powerful beat of its wings, it rose into the sky - strong, untethered, free. two feathers drifted in its wake, landing gently at vales paws.

they returned to the haven the next morning... changed. the weight of the hawks gaze still lingered in their mind, the meaning behind it sinking deep into their bones. the watchers noticed - vale had no just sseen an omen; they had lived it. when they spoke of the moment, of how the wind had carried them to the hawk, the watchers listened. and for the first time, they were not dismissed for their youth. for the first time, they were seen.

it was then that vale was no longer a lostlight. they wove the hawks feathers into their fur - not as mere adornments, but as proof of their understaning, their connection to the unseen. they stepped into the ranks of the watchers, not just as the youngest among them, but as one of the best.

[DevinWyldeheart]

username: DevinWyldeheart
clan: FrostfallClan
name: Nightsong
age: 48 Moons (4 years)
gender: Female (she/her)
how did they get their feathers: The feathers Nightsong wears were a gift she got from her mother when she was first learning to hunt and caught her first bird. They are all she has as a reminder of her mother, who passed away when she was around 12 moons old, so they are very important to her, and she takes great care not to lose them. Although not sure what kind of bird they are from (she was too young to remember), it doesn't matter to her, even if they were from a very common bird she would cherish them the same. When Nightsong is sad and thinking of her mother, she holds the feathers close, to help her ease the pain of loss. It's not the same as her mother being beside her, but it helps a bit.

[comfypxl]

username: comfypxl
clan: echoing peaks
name: hauntedfrost
age: 52 moons
gender: male
how did they get their feathers: 478 words

frost used to believe that his life would be legendary - full of power, prestige, and honor just like his father envisioned. like his sister, mothspool, he was raised on those beliefs and they led him down an honorable path as a scrapper. he had never doubted his fathers teachings, even when moth did and chose to listen to their grandfather instead. he was a loyal son and making his father and clan proud was all he cared about.

when his father and sisters relationship broke he found himself at a crossroads. he loved them both very much and didn't want to have to choose a side. however his hesitation led him to losing both of them. his father believed he was a coward and his sister thought he only cared for the thrill of a fight. in these desperate times he turned to his mother. he hadn't paid her much attention since leaving the nursery but she was still there for him. for moons the pair sought solace in each other, growing closer than they'd ever been. frost felt like she was the only real family he had left.

unfortunately, fate had a cruel way of rearing it's head. the pair were on a border patrol to the north-east, heading for the strange place when a bobcat attacked. they managed to fight it off, doing just enough for it to decide they weren't worth it anymore, but frost and his mother hadn't gotten out unscathed. she was bleeding heavily from a large wound on her flank. one look told him that she wouldn't even make it to camp. the tom laid in the snow with her while she passed, sick with grief and shame; he didn't protect her.

a few nights later frost traveled to her grave. he believed in the circle of life, much like everyone else, and knew that though her earthly body had passed on that she was still with him. it didn't ease his pain and suffering much though. he would never feel her warmth again, never hunt with her again, and likely never speak with her again. that privilege was only for the shamans, for the sister that'd casted them both away. she got to have a piece of her while he had nothing once again. or so he thought.

when he arrived, frost found white feathers atop the dirt mound. the sight broke him and he burst into tears. it was a sign from his mother that she was still there, even if he couldn't reach her. he cried for ages before finally stopping and found himself filled with a new sense of purpose; he would become stronger, not to gain honor or glory, but to protect those that he loved. he picked up the feathers and tucked them into his tail as a sign of his promise to his mother, dovesembrace.

[ANTAGONÏZER]

username: lacke
clan: the havens
name: vale
age: 2 years
gender: genderfluid (he/she/they)
prompt: vale had always felt like a ghost, drifting through the haven, wandering between uncertainty and purpose... caught in the space between belonging and being overlooked. they were young, barely more than a kit in the eyes of others, and though vale listened more than they spoke, few ever turned to hear their voice. their paws ached to find a place in the haven, but no role ever felt... right.

one night, being restless and wary, vale slipped beyond the havens borders. the moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and the wind carried a distant, sorrowful... cry? something in the sound gripped vale's chest, pulling them forward. they moved through the darkened trees, past long familiar paths, until they found it. a hawk, tangled in thorns, its wings trembling with exhaustion. vale's breath hitched. the sight was a reflection of their own heart - caught, struggling, desperate to break free... tears welled in their eyes as they crouched beside the wounded creature, murmuring soft reassurances. i understand. carefully they worked to untangle the thorns, each movement slow and deliberate, each touch a quiet promise: i will not leave you like this.

at last, the hawk was free. for a long moment, the hawk simply gazed at vale, golden eyes burning into their soul, as if seeing something even vale had yet to realize. then, with a powerful beat of its wings, it rose into the sky - strong, untethered, free. two feathers drifted in its wake, landing gently at vales paws.

they returned to the haven the next morning... changed. the weight of the hawks gaze still lingered in their mind, the meaning behind it sinking deep into their bones. the watchers noticed - vale had no just sseen an omen; they had lived it. when they spoke of the moment, of how the wind had carried them to the hawk, the watchers listened. and for the first time, they were not dismissed for their youth. for the first time, they were seen.

it was then that vale was no longer a lostlight. they wove the hawks feathers into their fur - not as mere adornments, but as proof of their understaning, their connection to the unseen. they stepped into the ranks of the watchers, not just as the youngest among them, but as one of the best.

congratulations! I loved reading this and it fits their appearance so well, they're all yours!