[CertainNorth]

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This cat is deaf in their right ear.
If they could have one super power, what would it be and why? Invisibility to hunt better? Flight to scout their territory? There is a max of 500wds and one extra related to the prompt.

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Petalfall
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Description: Chocolate bicolor with odd eyes.

Other Features: Deaf in right ear
Siblings: none living

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[dimi.]

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Username:
Dimi.

Name:
Ferretmask

Age:
65 moons

Gender:
Male

Rank:
Senior Warrior

Clan:
Silentclan
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Prompt:
Ferretmask has always a been one to never take anything seriously, frequently pulling pranks on the other cats of Silentclan. Most of the pranks he has pulled have been harmless, but there have been a couple of more major, consequence bringing ones. Naturally, the super power he would desire would have to tie into this desire to cause amusing chaos among all the cats in the clan.

If Ferretmask could have any power he desired, he would wish for the ability to be able to mimic any voice he has heard in his life time. Oh, the mayhem he would cause with this ability! He has longed to be able to lurk in bushes and make a deep, convincing voice to scare apprentices and put their abilities to the test. He would also have an upper paw in arguments, and have an easy, efficient way to annoy them into surrendering to his tactics.

[denja]

pulling out. gl to all others!

[.paris.]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.paris. | kestrelwing | male | warrior | 24 moons | flameclan

i always feel like i'm running from something. my past, my family, my anxieties, my deafness, my endless fear that death is almost here--no matter how fast i run i always feel like everything i'm terrified of is about to reach out and snag me by the shoulder and it's all going to come tumbling down. if i could stop it, i would, but i can't. it's like a pack of dogs always snarling right behind me and i want nothing more than for it all to stop but it won't. if i could grow wings and fly away from it all, i would. there's nothing in my life that i want more.

but, like many things for me, it is nothing more than a dream, a fantasy, something that will always remain just slightly out of reach, just barely off the ground. maybe one day i'll grow wings and get away from it all. but for now, i'm stuck here, firmly on solid ground, waiting for nothing more than a miracle to happen.

175 words

[Yuroshi]

username: yuroshi

A G E
52 moons

G E N D E R
Male

R A N K
Warrior

C L A N
Oddclan

So tell me. If you could have one power, anything in the world, what would it be? It doesn't have to be realistic, no, just whatever you can imagine!

I watched my young leader, looking him in the eyes as I considered his words. His grin never wavered, and his tail thrashed excitedly, as though he were only a kit. For a while, we simply stared at each other while thoughts ran through my mind. Perhaps heightened senses? No.... too boring, and unnecessary... flying, perhaps? Never, it's positively useless in this forest.. I frowned, looking down at the ground. For such a simple question, finding an answer was proving incredibly difficult. But then I saw his fluffy tail waving, and my head snapped up again. His piercing yellow eyes didn't flinch as he gazed into my odd ones. He didn't look at me with pity or hatred- his gaze never flicked to my ear. He saw me, truly saw me, and I was no less than anyone else. It was like the moment he renamed me. And in that second, I knew.

I would turn back time, Barkstar. Even if I only got the power once, that would be enough.

Barkstar cocked his head slightly, blinking his glowing eyes at me with an unsaid question. This time, I didn't hesitate.

I would go back, and leave my clan. I would do it so I could meet you sooner.

He grinned at me then, muscles rippling as he unsheathed his claws and dug into the ground gleefully.

I should've known, Wholeheart.

I smiled.

N A M E
Halfhunter Wholeheart

[Venatici]

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[ Kn!ght || Pikeheart || Male ]
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[ Warrior || 51 Moons || Reedclan ]

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[ Numbers. Numbers always enticed Pikeheart. He loved having things in numerical order, and sometimes he claimed he could see things in numbers, like someone with synesthesia. But numbers had always been Pikeheart's heart and soul.

It was in his old clan that numbers really had mattered. The clan struggled with feeding all the cats, with often apprentices becoming weak from hunger and going unfed. Pikeheart would count the amount of food they had and ration it, further emphasizing his need for numbers, for order.
It was a plight of other clans running into the territory and stealing the food, and the clan suffering from famine too harshly to retaliate. Most cats suffered from some ailment, like Pikeheart's deafness, and struggled to make ends meet. Pikeheart was a brave cat and voyaged into other territory, but found himself trapped on an upriser's ship. Unable to escape, Pikeheart found himself obsessing over his chances and his luck, as well as the probability of everything that happened. There was an eighth of a chance for a cat to return with pray, half the chance for a cat to be severely beaten in battle... When the ship reached land and Pikeheart escaped, he only found himself obsessing more over the probability, the numbers.
When Kin Loch found Pikeheart on her journey to become leader, Pikeheart helped defend her against a fox. She decided to take in the battered cat who had helped save her life. Pikeheart had much guilt over leaving his clan, and it wasn't until a gathering with other clans that he found out the clan had merged with the surrounding clans, effectively saving them.

When Kin Loch asked Pikeheart in the prelude to his warrior ceremony for Reedclan, she asked him a question: if he could change anything, what would he change? Pikeheart responded that he wished he had the power to control numbers, to control probability: to make the chance of returning with prey one hundred percent, and to make the chance of ailments from battle zero. In that way, he could essentially control fate and remove luck, or the lack thereof of luck. Pikeheart then took this opportunity to say that even without this super power, he still had the power to help change fate by giving his all to Reedclan, and in this manner, help control the fate and probability by doing the best he could in aiding his new family. ]

[JulieMew1010]

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username; JulieMew1010
name; Robinskip
age; 26 moons
gender; Tom
rank; Warrior
clan; BushClan
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prompt; [483/500 words]
Robinpaw stalked through the bushes, left ear perked up. He knew how important it was to use his sense of smell and sight to make up for his right ear. He was looking for his mentor, Nettlestar, but she was nowhere to be found. Robinpaw frowned and decided he’d try to climb a tree. He slid out his claws and gathered his haunches at the base of a sturdy oak tree. He pounced, digging his claws into the hard bark, and he slowly made his way up the tree. He got to a high branch and looked down, searching for any flashes of a brown pelt. He saw the bushes rustle below and grinned. This was it! He jumped gently from branch to branch and made his way down the tree. He looked again and then perked up his left ear, listening for any more rustling. He frowned when he didn’t hear anything and looked around, realizing that it was getting dark. He sighed and decided that he might give up, for his mentor was nowhere to be seen. He trudged back in the direction of camp, tail drooping behind him. He suddenly heard leaves shaking behind him. He whirled around and stood rigid, ready for whatever awaited him. He opened his jaw and hissed, prepared for the worst. To his surprise, his mentor jumped out of the bushes with a growl. Robinpaw hesitated, confused, and then remembered his assignment. He gathered his haunches and pounced square onto his mentor’s back, swatting at her neck with sheathed claws. Nettlestar rolled and Robinpaw pushed himself out of the way just before he was met with his mentor’s crushing weight. Nettlestar pinned him down by the neck with a paw and he wriggled, trying to get out of her grip. After a few moments of worthless struggling, he gave up and went limp to surrender.

“Why were you going back to camp?” Nettlestar asked, removing her forepaw from Robinpaw’s neck to allow him to get up. Robinpaw heaved himself off of the ground and sighed, looking at the ground.

“I gave up. I couldn’t see, hear or smell you at all!” He groaned. Nettlestar was about to retort, but he meowed, “And no, it’s not because of my bad ear! It’s just in general. I’m sorry for being disrespectful, I just.. I wish that I could see as far and as well as a hawk. No, better than a hawk. Then I could catch every piece of prey in the forest and find every herb that would help our Clan grow strong and ready for anything. And we'd never be invaded without warning!”

“I know how you feel. Don’t worry, someday you will see that you can be the greatest warrior and do all of that for your Clan without superpowers. As long as you have patience and diligence, you will achieve your greatest dreams.”

[Hail.]

gimme som spa

gimme som more space yo!!!!!

makin room don't mind me
username: howlingtothestars
name: Petalfall
age: 19 moons
gender: she-cat
rank: warrior
clan thread: Cinderclan
prompt: (rewind time; 492/500)

yo gimme some space bro
coding can be complicated, but sometimes it looks awesome

The silence painting the forest of blackened trees was stolen by two young cats which ran, their paws stirring cinders. They rushed, mewing and yowling as the she-cat batted at the toms hind legs. After her fourth attempt, she made contact and he toppled, his body causing her to fall as well. The two laid for a moment, grinning at each other. Then, the she-cat sprang up and sprinted ahead. The tom arose and ran after her, grinning. They ran, the she-cat staying ahead of the tom. The two broke free of the dead forest, facing the broad stream which blocked them from the lush forest on the other side. The she-cat stopped and gazed as the greens and pinks of the trees danced. The tom trotted up and studied the trees. His eyes drifted to the she-cat and a smile appeared on his muzzle.

"One day, we will go there!"

The she-cat stared at her friend in shock and excitement. "Really?"

The tom grinned. "Petalfall, you will one day cross this stream."

Petalfall smiled and turned back to the trees. "That's a promise, Windsong?"

The tom nodded firmly. "It's a promise."



Petalfall followed Windsong, excitement shinning in her as the tom led her to the stream. "I've studied the waters. There're stones here that we can stand on. You'll need a good grip, though. Think you can handle it?"

Petalfall looked at the rushing waters. The mountains snow had melted, raising the water and rushing the current, but even the white swirling water didn't remove her hope. "Absolutely."

Windsong chuckled and nodded, then stepped to the side. "Ladies first!"

Petalfall leaped forward and landed on the first stone. Her paws slid, but she quickly balanced and jumped to the next. She glanced back at Windsong, who jumped and landed with ease on the first stone. Windsong smirked and Petalfall rolled her eyes. She faced forward and jumped to the next stone, then the fourth - leaving only one left. She crouched and sprang, but her hind legs slipped and she struck the fifth stone with her chest, clinging to the slippery stone with her claws. Her hind legs scrambled to get a solid grip, panic surging. She felt teeth grab her and pull, and her grip was restored. She scrambled up then sprang to the shore. As her paws landed on the grass, a loud splash sounded behind her. She turned around quickly and stared at the swirling water as Windsong's head fell under. "Windsong!?!"



Cedarstar's eyes closed and she took in a slow breath as Petalfall continued. "If I had one wish, I'd go back. I would say goodbye, or tell him not to cross. . ."

Cedarstar frowned. "Wishes are only wishes. They do nothing, and they do not honor the fallen. Petalfall," Cedarstar stood and stared at her. "He died to help you cross and live a better life. Do not make his death be so you can live in misery."

gorgeous design, by the way

~~~~~~ Credits ~~~~~~
Cinderclan and Cedarstar are owned by me
Windsong is not an official Rise cat; he is a NPC I created

The gif is made by me

Song Quoted: Reset - Thank You (English Cover) - Lyrics

[stormzien]

Mark

[22tabby]

Res with the power of being able to read minds