★ CAC Fanclub V.4 ★

[amethyst14]

Meet Ram! (2.0 if you were here last year)

If he is sent on a hunting party he will ensure the max amount they can catch and he can bring back an extra piece of prey for the hunting size. So this means if he is sent on a patrol with six cats, not only are they guaranteed the three pieces but they also get the one extra piece, so a total of four.

**Ram is a long haired solid chocolate sepia point la perm manx munchkin with folded ears, white spotting, and sheep eyes.
***LpLp, bb, XoY, Dd, aa, McMc, cbcb, Wsw, Sfsf, Mm

Ram is not allowed to be renamed, he must have the word ram somewhere in his name if you wish for a clan name. You can translate ram into a different language if you wish. To win Ram just fill out this prompt before April 18th, I will announce a winner on the 22nd of April. Please post all entries here on the fan club! If you entered last year, please make a different story, if I notice the same or similar story you will be disqualified.



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[list][size=85][b]Username:[/b] xx
[b]Clan intended for:[/b] xx
[b]Name Ram will take:[/b] xx
[b]Why did Ram leave his home to join your clan?[/b] (250 word min, there is no max)[/size][/list]

1. DaniCalifornia
2. sharpiesandhamilton
3. Vaporeon03
4. ponz
5. [url=x]x[/url]

[RenSleep]

Username: blood-moon
Clan intended for: CloverClan
Name Ram will take: ramspot
Why did Ram leave his home to join your clan: WIP

[chaotic creativity]

Username: sharpiesandhamilton
Clan intended for: chessclan
Name Ram will take: ram
Why did Ram leave his home to join your clan?

.....the soft chattering of twoleg children filled ram's ears as he lay across one quiet child's lap. the stark whiteness of the room was unsettling, but ram was not willing to leave this nest. as he had settled in, he had seen the anxiety and fear melt from the child's eyes. he had seen those pools of sadness be drained and refilled with a gentle happiness, and he wouldn't trade that sight for a single item in the entire world. it was these children that he felt the most pride helping, and he would always complain when his twoleg came to take him to the next child. there was never any guarantee the next child would need him as much as the previous, but he always knew that each child he visited needed him in their own way. he would miss this particular child until his next visit, and while he hoped the child would not need him, a small part of him wished this child would still be here the next time.
.....ram realized he had stopped purring, and the almost mechanical rumble leapt from his throat more ferociously than before. the child chuckled as they ran nimble fingers across his fur, and ram burrowed deeper across the child's legs. that single quick breath of a chuckle made ram's heart fill with joy, and he turned to look up at the child with wide, emerald-green eyes. the child's joy quickly faded back into fear as the soft chattering rose to a roar and older twolegs bustled into the room quickly. the rain outside had grown from a gentle pitter-patter into a downpour, and ram stood up to stretch his legs. all of the children would be taken to safe places to hide from the storm, one that could be potentially damaging to the building, so ram let out a mewl to find his twoleg. as if he were forgotten, the child was helped to their feet and rushed from the room. ram tumbled to the floor, his head spinning as it cracked against the harsh tile.
.....he let out a mewl as the door was slammed shut, lights flickering as the power threatened to give out. "hello?" ram called, scratching and pawing at the door. the downpour turned into the sound of a monster hurtling towards him, and ram pressed himself into the corner of the room as the outer wall crumbled to dust. the wind whipped and tore at ram's fur, and water surged into the room in a flash flood. he let out a howl of terror, his legs paddling as he tried to get back to the children who needed him. they would all be so scared at such a storm—

.....his eyes flickered open as the song of birds reached his ears, and he could see a large tom standing over him. the black and white fur obscured his vision, and the words he said were fuzzy. ram promptly heaved in a breath, not quite realizing that he had almost drowned. "maybe you cats will learn to find shelter in storms! it's a wonder we found you when we did, otherwise you wouldn't be here. come now, eat this," the tom grumbled, shoving foul smelling leaves into ram's gaping mouth. with some encouragement, he chewed the bitter leaves and swallowed, sticking his tongue out as he tried to rid his mouth of the taste. "now, can you tell me your name?" the tom prompted, and ram let out a raspy reply. "ram? good. you're in chessclan, ram. i found a collar on you, but it was shredded. we left it behind, especially considering you'll need to spend a few moons in my den to recover," the tom prattled, seeming to ignore ram's questions of what happened.
.....as the tom listened to wolfwhiskers talk, his memories floated back in snippets. all he could hear was the howl of the wind and the rush of the flood, but he could feel the debris tugging and tearing through his pelt. he couldn't see anything, but he remembered his head breaking the surface of the water as he cried for help. as he tried to escape what he believed his death to be, his head had struck something hard underneath the water. after that, ram only remembered waking up in chessclan. he shivered violently as he thought about his twoleg and all the children he had left behind. "i have to get back," he croaked, struggling to his paws. wolfwhiskers let out a sharp cry and darted across the den, bracing his shoulder against ram as the tom collapsed. "they need me," ram wept, his body shivering as the healer lowered him into the mossy nest he had been in. "i couldn't help it, i got left behind. the children, they need me. i need them," he wailed, his voice barely above a whisper as the tears trekked through his messy pelt. wolfwhiskers curled tightly around the tom, and ram pushed against him. the weight and warmth was comforting, but wolfwhiskers stood up as ram dipped into a nightmare-filled sleep.
.....as ram woke again, a tom was standing over him. this tom had the same strange eyes ram was known for, and ram chuckled gently. "wolfwhiskers instructed me to watch over you while he searched for herbs," the tom snapped gruffly, and ram turned as the rustling of the entrance alerted him. a short grey classic tabby padded into the den, and the tom with sheep eyes turned away gruffly. "tourbillonpelt, i'm just fine on my own," he meowed, and tourbillonpelt's eyes fell down. the tom left without saying a word, and ram watched out of the corner of his eye as the first tom watched him go with a hint of sorrow creeping across his face. "wolfwhiskers also told me that you might try to run away. i'm letting you know now that i'm not chasing you down if you do. béliercurl, by the way," he meowed as introduction, inspecting his claws and nibbling at microscopic dirt.
.....the days passed slowly, and ram was allowed to venture further and further from his nest each day. wolfwhiskers, béliercurl, or tourbillonpelt were always at his side, ready to catch him if he fell. he had sprained two of his paws, been covered in scrapes and scratches, and had several bruises. "are tourbillonpelt and béliercurl mates?" he asked wolfwhiskers as they padded slowly to the prey-pile, and wolfwhiskers had to stop as he laughed. "i guess not. it's rather obvious they have feelings for each other, but béliercurl isn't allowing anything to happen. i hope they have a happy ending once i leave to go back to my twoleg," ram sighed, a twinge of regret in his voice as he thought about leaving the place he had spent the last moon and a half in. wolfwhiskers turned to look at ram in confusion, but the tom just frowned and picked out a mouse from the fresh-kill pile.
....."you're wasting your time if you think you're going to play cupid with those two. you're also wasting your time trying to return home," wolfwhiskers meowed casually, pulling away as ram jumped to his paws. "there's no way to tell how far you were carried. it's a minimum of a moon's walk to the nearest twoleg settlement, and there's no guarantee that it's the one you came from. i'm sorry, ram, but i believe you're going to be a full member of chessclan," wolfwhiskers explained gently, and ram scoffed.
....."i will make it back to my twoleg whether you think so or not! i can promise you that they miss me, and i need my job back. helping those children was the only thing i had," ram's voice fell off as he admitted to himself what he had kept buried deeply. "i need them more than they need me, wolfwhiskers. can't you understand that? i don't know how else to be helpful, and i need to be helpful," he whispered, turning away as wolfwhiskers reached towards him. ram let out a half-sob as he ran from the camp, brushing through the trees until he burst into the open meadow. his paws carried him towards the towering mountains, and he followed the stream until he reached a pool and a waterfall. he let his head hang as he cried, his tears creating ripples in the pool as his shoulders trembled. "i don't know what to do," he whispered.

.....ram's eyes opened as he felt a pelt brushed past his own, and he turned to see béliercurl staring at his reflection in the pool. "i don't believe i deserve to be here, either," he meowed simply, his voice carrying no emotion. "i won't allow tourbillonpelt to love me. i push him away, but he comes right back. i don't deserve his love, and i'm afraid of it," béliercurl whispered, and ram slowly pulled himself to his feet. he could see the grief in his eyes, and he curled around him. he purred, knowing that it was what he had to do to take that look from the children he visited. "i had to leave my daughter behind to escape him, you know. her mother died when he took over, and i know that étoileclan will punish me if i allow any cat to get too close. what i did at his command was unforgivable, but it was so that i would survive. they have to know that!" béliercurl's voice was hysterical, and ram could hear his tears dripping into the pool.
....."i usually come here to be alone. i come here to wonder how she's doing, but i can never bring myself to touch the pool and ask étoileclan to find her for me. i couldn't live with myself if i left like a coward. yet, i also couldn't live with myself if she really did bring the change she wanted to see," béliercurl continued. ram couldn't understand what this tom was talking about, but he knew it was better to allow him to speak freely. "tourbillonpelt would hate me if he knew what i did, and it would crush me if he hated me," béliercurl whispered gently. ram nodded, and he leaned against béliercurl in a friendly way.
....."i don't believe tourbillonpelt could ever hate you, not with the amount of love i see he has for you. i don't hate you, either," ram meowed, his brain forgetting all that he wanted to say. something about béliercurl comforted him, and he almost felt as if he were helping again. ram burst into tears as he accepted the fact that he loved these toms he barely knew, and he slowly pulled himself to the moonfalls. "i want to join chessclan if it means i'll get to stay near you, béliercurl, and tourbillonpelt. i came to rely so heavily on helping those twolegs that i forgot i was allowed to have happiness myself. i gave it away so easily, even if it made me happy to do so, that i didn't know what to do whenever i found out i was stuck here. i still want to go home, i do so badly, but i know i can't," ram whispered slowly, and béliercurl rested his chin on the tom's shoulders.
....."by hunting and patrolling, you're helping the entire clan. you can still help others, but in a different way. chessclan isn't all that bad," béliercurl whispered. "i never thought i'd get to have a second chance, but here i am. now, i'm offering you a second chance," béliercurl meowed, sitting up. he stretched out his paw in an offer, and ram placed his paw on top of béliercurl's. "i can see that you love me, and it would mean the world to me if i could fall in love with you. why don't we go back to camp and do a patrol of just me, you, and tourbillonpelt?" he offered, and ram smiled gently. as the toms raised the offer to tourbillonpelt, they were ecstatic to head out and follow the borders until the sun went down.

....."i never expected to find love after a disaster, you know," ram murmured gently as the crickets' chirps faded into the background. béliercurl grunted a reply while tourbillonpelt let out a short purr, the three mates all curled against each other in their nests. "i can never thank the both of you enough for showing me that my world didn't need to revolve around helping others. there's also the fact that you stopped me from trying to find my old home, even though i will eventually have to find it again. i want to let my twoleg know i'm still out there. i wish i had been able to leave willingly, but fate has a way of twisting things around and shocking you with them. yet, i'd never trade loving the both of you for getting to return to my former life. i'm convinced that étoileclan brought me here to help you, béliercurl, and falling in love was just something that happened," ram sighed.
....."oh, shut up and let us sleep," béliercurl grumbled, and the other two toms chuckled as they settled down to rest their eyes until dawn came and demanded them on another patrol.

[Vaporeon03]

Username: Vaporeon03
Clan intended for: RisingClan
Name Ram will take: Ramsnap
Why did Ram leave his home to join your clan?
Born to a pair of Loners who lived in the city, Ram had only one sister named Lamb, who looked identical to him. They were taught by their parents and the loner group their parents belonged to how to hunt and steal food from humans. While Lamb fell behind in stealing and turned to learn hunting instead, Ram learned stealing quickly, rising to the top as one of the best thieves out of the loner group. He was able to provide them with a good majority of their food starting from when he was 12 Moons old. True talent, as most in the group called it. Of course, some were jealous, but they didn’t act on it, so all was good.

However, one day when Ram was 25 Moons old, the humans found where the group of cats were living. They were angry with the cats, particularly Ram, who was the one responsible for stealing a lot of food. “A mouse!” The humans called him. “A thief! Dirty rotten food-stealer!”

Brandishing home-made weapons (Brooms and such), the angry humans stormed the cats’ hideout. Ram ran away, trusting that others would follow-but was stunned as he realised he was the only one who made it out. The humans didn’t think to look for him as they had captured Lamb, whom they thought to be Ram. They slaughtered all the cats they could find. By the time they had left and Ram had returned, nothing was left but corpses. Ram was sure everyone had been killed.

Crying, almost sick with grief, Ram stumbled onto the streets, ready to take out his vengeance on the nearest humans. Luckily, Textreader and Blinkblaze were able to find him on a patrol before he found any humans. They extended the offer for Ram to join their clan, which Ram readily accepted, knowing how much he needed the moral support of a group. He specifically asked to keep Ram as his prefix as a memory of his family, then picked the book Snap when choosing his suffix in the library, prompting Textreader to give him the name Ramsnap.

[ponz]

Username: ponz
Clan intended for: DriftClan
Name Ram will take: Bramwell
Why did Ram leave his home to join your clan?

There was no other cat that could defend a book store quite so well as Bramwell. It was his job, after all. Day in and day out, Bramwell patrolled the aisles of Green's Antiquarian Books, narrow-slit eyes focused and whiskers flared. Those few mice that dared to make a home in his shop were quick to regret that decision. He would catch himself a snack, and the pages of Mr. Green's books would remain pristine and free of any mouse's nibbling. It was a good life that Bramwell lived, and he wasn't keen to change it anytime soon.


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"You keep a cat in this place?" came Tabitha's accusation as she paced around the musty old bookstore. Mr. Green balked at his daughter's tone, feebly offering the explanation that his furry companion helped to protect his stock from being chewed on by mice or moths. Bony hands trembled under the scrutiny. Tabitha just sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in efforts to calm herself down. "You asked for my help running the store, and I understand that. You're getting older. It's hard to run a shop all by yourself, much less caring for a pet as well. But you know I'm allergic, Dad. We can't have a cat here."

"He can just stay in the back," Mr. Green protested, wringing his hands together in the coarse wool of his sweater. But he and Tabitha both knew that wasn't fair for the shop's cat, to trap him in such a small area. It was evident in the shopkeeper's distress and his daughter's apologetic frown.

"Listen, Dad," she said, sympathy lowering her voice. "I want to help you, I really do. But I can't do this with a cat in here. If you want me to work here, you'll have to get rid of it."


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There wasn't time to protest before his keeper's girl had scooped Bramwell up in her arms and forced him into his crate. He could just barely make out Mr. Green's sorrowful cries as the girl carried him over towards a large car. It wasn't Mr. Green's car, though; he could tell it was different from the one he rode in to see the veterinarian every other month. Bramwell's frantic scrabbling at the sides of the crate did nothing. All he could do was watch through the car's window as Green's Antiquarian Books, his home, shrank into nothingness along the horizon.

The ride lasted for hours. His only comfort in the solitude was the moving of shadows on the wall, and the sound of music blaring from the front of the car. Time flew past in a dizzying fog, and when the car finally stopped, Bramwell had to pause for a moment to reassure himself that it was really at a standstill. He sat curled up in the corner of the crate as he was passed between hands like a newly-purchased book at checkout. As some strange new human carried him along into a large building, Bramwell let his eyes roam across what he could perceive through the crate's gaps. His new home was packed to the brim with books, an interesting scent mix of old paper and cleaning supplies cloaking the area.

'Well,' thought Bramwell blithely, 'At least I'll have some reading material here.'

The staff members were all very kind, keeping his water bowl full throughout the day and building him a cozy little nook under the circulation desk. It was a good library, with countless rows of new things to read and three entire floors for him to patrol. There were more than enough mice to snack on, and even if there weren't, the kibble never seemed to run dry. The noisy children sometimes grated at his nerves, but they were still gentle with him, providing an abundance of little laps to lay on and countless skritches under his chin. The library was fine. It just didn't feel like home.

The first real excitement in his new life was the discovery that the library staff never locked their windows. For a small cat such as himself, it was all too easy to escape. Bramwell's nightly adventures out of the library became routine. As soon as the doors locked, he was wriggling out of the window and racing through the town. There was so much to see in his new town. Salt saturated the breeze, carried over by the crash of tides against the rocky shore. Countless storefronts stood proudly down unexplored stretches of road. He even had his fair share of run-ins with the finicky local rogues and skittish housecats alike. Every night's escapade was the sort of thrill he hadn't known in months.

Under the moonlight, Bramwell's paws always led him to the red shack by the ocean. There, he was always welcomed by the eclectic mix of city cats with open arms. There, he wasn't expected to drop his attachments to the library, but was welcomed to join the others for fishing contests, boat rides, or midnight ventures around the town. Without exactly meaning to, Bramwell had begun to make a home in DriftClan; they'd even built a nest for him to use when he stopped by. He was a DriftClan day-warrior now, one of many, and Bramwell found that he didn't mind one bit.

[Katrione]

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The gathering has started and the Clans have quickly fallen into their usual groups, sometimes drifting away to interact with new cats. As the Clans started to settle down and get ready for the leader announcements, a group of strange cats prowled into the dimly lit clearing. The Clans were startled and awed by the beautiful and handsome cats that surveyed them all closely. The strangers caught wind of the large gathering and have decided to make their way into the crowd to mingle. They don't seem interested in much more than a fling, with quite a few of the strangers having already disappeared into the night when the conversations shared became too serious.

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At every gathering, there will be a group of studs (male and female) for Clans to breed their cats with!

★ Each stud will have a maximum of 3 slots and each slot will be fcfs. All studs will have the same post amount requirements. A first slot will be 3 posts and a second slot will be 9 posts. A second slot can't be claimed until the Wednesday following the start of the gathering. On the last day of the gathering, a third slot will open and you will need to have 12 posts to claim it.

★ To enter for a slot, you will need to fill out the form included with each cat.

★ As usual, you will need to post in your next post that your cat is trying for kits with one of the studs. The queens will give birth in the normal amount of time. For Clans that stud with a female stud, you will receive the kittens three posts after you put in your post that your tom tried for kits with her. You will need to have a queen in your Clan to take care of the kits from a female stud.

★ If you want to breed a same-sex couple with one of the studs, you will need to state which cat in the couple will be bred.

★ Each artist will be bringing only one stud to the gathering. All studs will be posted on the first day of the gathering and no later.

★ NONE of the studs will be going to a Clan. After the gathering, they will be "retired" and may be used again at a later gathering.

★Each stud will have their own individual form.

[Katrione]

©

Prince stalked behind the rest of the studs, glowering at the Clan cats as they sniffed curiously at the strange group. He had been plenty prepared by the rest of the studs for how the Clan cats would fawn over them, but he hadn't expected them to be quite this desperate.

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NAME Prince
GENDER Tom
PHENOTYPE longhair cinnamon ghost classic tabby with vitiligo and honey eyes
GENOTYPE ll / blbl / XoY / Dd / aa / mcmc / Spsp / ww

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[u][i]...maybe he'll be your prince charming...[/i][/u]
[b][u]USERNAME[/u][/b]
[b][u]CLAN[/u][/b]
[b][u]CAT BEING BRED[/u][/b]
[b][u]POSTS[/u][/b]
[b][u]HOW DO YOU BREAK DOWN PRINCE'S WALLS[/u][/b]


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SLOTS
1. Textreader -- Risingclan -- Vaporeon03
2. Cat -- Clan -- User
3. Cat -- Clan -- User

[Simonpet]

(c)


As you approach the Gathering, you see an odd-looking cat humming a song in a language you don't recognize. As you come closer, you notice that the cat has patchy fur and four ears! She's very cheerful, though, and you want to know why. When you ask, her response is: "It's my birthday! The weather's lovely and I have friends to celebrate with me. Why shouldn't I be happy today?"

In honor of a very odd year, I've got an odd stud for y'all! This is the only Gathering she'll appear in, so this is your one chance to grab a slot. The prompt is: what was your favorite birthday or holiday experience?

Name: Gena
Sex: Molly
Phenotype: Mediumhaired red-eyed albino lykoi bobtail with polydactyly and polypinna
Genotype: Ll / lyly / XoXo / cc / jbjb / Pdpd / pepe

Slots

1. Rubyspark | NightWolf950
2. Cocopuff | beebun
3. Hum | Aviaryclan

Please fill out the form once you have at least three posts on the Gathering thread!

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[b][u]ONCE IN A YEAR[/u][/b]
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b]
[b]Cat being bred:[/b]
[b]Cat being bred's genotype (if known):[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]

[amethyst14]

Brownie

As always, Brownie had a tough time picking out which collar he wanted to wear for the event. Though he may be late, he arrived in fashion!

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NAME Brownie
GENDER Tom
PHENOTYPE medium haired chocolate toyger munchkin with low white spotting and curled ears
GENOTYPE Ll, bb, Dd, Aa, Mcmc, BmBm, Ccb, Wsw, Acac, Mkmk

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[b][u]USERNAME[/u][/b]
[b][u]CLAN[/u][/b]
[b][u]CAT BEING BRED[/u][/b]
[b][u]Tell him something great about his collar![/u][/b]


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SLOTS
1. Maplesong -Frosne -sharpiesandhamilton
2. Edelweisspride -Cascadeclan -bmkmb
3. Sunnybriar -Wheatclan -bugbelly

[Chamrosh]

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xxxxIt's a few days before the gathering, heading towards it, when you have a strange encounter.
xxxxIt's a bright, sunny day, one of the first ones in the whole of the year, with the soft warmth of the sun on your pelt. There's an almost aromatic smell from all the fresh flowers, and a clean smell of grass wafting with it, too.
xxxxThe largest cat you've ever seen - absolutely massive, easily twice as tall as the average! - bounded out of the closest patch of trees. She seemed to be a calico, with strangely placed patches. White spotting on her front and ears, ticked tabby patches on her lower legs, her face, and her chest, and black everywhere else. She had a very wide face, with floppy fur hanging down from beside her ears. Very unusual, especially with the size, but clearly a cat.
xxxxThe cat was carrying a large basket with several calm and happy kittens inside, as well as a few more sitting on her back. Seeing you approaching, she'd made the approach to close the distance while you gathered food for the morning of travel.
xxxxShe had an ungainly run, back legs coming up together, almost rocking with the movement of it, her tail flailing around in a manic way. For some reason, she also had a long blanket wrapped around her. Maybe that was a sign of her clan? Who could know.
xxxxComing up close to you, she lowered the basket to the ground, and trotted around you happily. You sat, knowing that this enthusiasm likely just means she's a new warrior, and allowed your eyes to follow her as she ran around in happy circles. The kittens on her back showed a remarkable aptitude for balancing, and the kittens in the basket seemed to take this as an invitation to get out and explore. You don't mind keeping an eye on them for a few seconds as this young warrior gets all the excess energy from her system.
xxxxAt one point, her white ears tip backwards, still pointing upwards, and you see her shaking her head awkwardly, moving one paw over the front of her head until they're back in place. Maybe she's naturally got folded ears and has been trying to correct that somehow?
xxxxFinally, when it happens, and she slows down to just a walk, her tail still keeps flailing around. Strange. Maybe that's just how the momentum of running works. Maybe your tail would do that if you didn't consciously control it. That would be worth testing when you get home at some point. Maybe she has something wrong with her tail. You decided to assume that it's just momentum for a moment and only amend that if the movement went on for a strangely long time.
xxxxAfter her inspection is done, she presses her nose to your nose happily, and flops down. Her flopping tail thumped audibly against the grassy ground, and her tongue stuck out of her mouth in the typical goofy smile of a few apprentices and kittens you've known over the moons. Due to her enormous size, she has to crane her neck down to keep her head on a level with you. After about a second of looking, she lowers her head down, placing her paws on the ground, and her chin on her paws, looking very relaxed. You notice how long her claws are - and retracted! Her claws must be enormous when unsheathed.
xxxxHer tail was still flicking, but that was probably still just the momentum of it. She's content to just look at you for a second, but when she speaks, her voice is loud, enthusiastic, and all energy.
xxxx"Woof! I mean- Meow! Am cat. Cat go meow, I go meow, proof am cat." She nods, very proud of herself.
xxxx"Like look after puppy- mean cat-puppy, cat-puppy! Find cat-puppy and bring it to cat mummy, so they have cat-mummy and cat-mummy have cat-puppy! Meow!" She turns her head to the kittens, showing off her long nose. One of them is trying to climb up the back of her head, leaving a tabby brown lump there. "Know parents for these ones. Often find cat-puppy with dead mummy now-time. Lots of cat-puppy needing cat-mummy." She looks back at you, and her eyes are pure excitement. "You want cat-puppy? Help cat-puppy find cat-mummy?" Her tail is still flailing. You think it's still the momentum. "Maybe know cat-mummy for be mummy for cat-puppy?""
xxxxShe's doing kitten eyes at you so strongly that it's almost impossible to say no. So you agree to find a queen for some kittens. Who in your clan would fit?
xxxxYou spend a few moments thinking of who would fit, and then having a brain wave, you say the name of the most recent cats in your clan who talked about finding foster kittens or helpful toms from other clans and so on. Whoever seemed suitable; it's not like you had a long time to think about it!
xxxxYou say their name. Maybe you also state their mate's name.
xxxx"What future cat-mummy look like? What future cat-mummy act like? I find cat-puppy who look like them." She follows with a barrage of question, trying to find out everything she can about prospective parents. "Where future cat-mummy live?"
xxxxYou tell her. She seems far too pure hearted to have anything nefarious in mind.
xxxxShe stands up as soon as you answer, and happily places each of the exploring kittens back in the basket. "Okay! Be back when find no-mummy cat-puppy for them." Her tail is still moving. It's probably the momentum of standing up. "Every cat-puppy get good home with cat-mummy loves them." She bounds around again, sniffing different patches of the grass, and even rolls around happily a few metres away before coming back. "Have good happy now-time, be back with cat-puppy who need cat-mummy when find one who fits. I make everyone have happy now-time. Meow!"
xxxxFinally, she puts the one kitten, a pure white baby , who had crawled out of the basket again onto her back, picks up the basket again, and runs off, basket swinging back and forth.
xxxxThe encounter is almost forgotten immediately. You're sure you'll remember to tell the hopefully happy couple in time. You have important things to do first, before the gathering, like making sure you have enough food to travel with.
xxxxWhat was it that just happened, again?


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Unless you're the literal only person who's had a definite cat in their clan before, Joan B'Ark will not be having actual kittens with your cat.
Instead, she will be bringing you kittens with at least some resemblance to your cat, even if it's subtle.
I have rolled 6 entirely random cats, each of which has at least one rare gene. These cats were then paired up into 3 couples. When a cat is selected for her stud slots, I will roll so that there is a 50% chance of any gene on one initially rolled cat to be replaced with the genes of the parent. If you give two parents, then both the random cats in that couple will have the 50% replacement rate. The kittens will then be rolled from the revised randomised parents, giving them a 25% chance of inheriting any particular gene from their parent(s).
I will try to make sure that at least one of the parents being used will maintain the rare genes.
Kittens will then be rolled from the new pair of randomly generated parents with the edited genes in accordance with your cat.
Kits will have an entirely random eye colour, barring when it's determined genetically.
The kits will not be considered genetically related to any cats bar from those in their own litter. This means the kittens from two different Joan B'Ark litters can be mates, although I am not encouraging this.

Basically; the kittens will be from genetically distinct parents that will have some resemblance to the cats that you give, but will have some nice juicy fresh genes added, which may or may not be new. some of them are new

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Name: Joan B'Ark
Gender: female
Phenotype: Black dog with red points and trim white irish.
Genotype: kyky/Bb/Dd/EE/mm/atat/tt/rr/SiSi

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[u]Sometimes one is hanged for telling the truth[/u]
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b]
[b]Cat being bred:[/b]
[b]Your cat's genotype:[/b] (If you don't have a genotype, listing their phenotype is fine!)
[b]Cat's mate:[/b] (optional; you may put multiple cats here if they're polyamorous)
[b]Cat's mate's genotype:[/b] (optional; only fill this in if you filled in the previous thing, and include any cats from above)
[u]Choose one of:[/u]
[b]How would your cat(s) break it to her that she's not a cat:[/b]
[b]Give me a time your cat(s) pulled a well-meaning trick:[/b] (Go wild with interpreting this! It could be playing peekaboo with kits, it could be a battle tactic, it could be a way of stopping apprentices keep themselves safe. It also can be something that happened before joining your clan!)


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Slots:
1) Aldernight from Cascadeclan by bmkmb (proof)
2) Swarmclaw from Vagaryclan by lyttlekytten (proof)
3) Softglow and Merlinsong from Highgarden by eagle, (proof)