[ataraxic_gone]

Welcome to Rays of New Light. For short, it may be referred to as RoNL or Rays. With the cats you gather, you can create your groups, whether it be a clan, a tribe, or whatever comes to mind. Please remember that the leveling up tasks and limits must be met. This includes no more than one leader or one deputy depending on your level unless you complete the "Expansion Challenge."




First adopt for you all! This cat has two scars, how did they get them? [no limit on writting / 1 art piece allowed]

Ends: 20th of June at 11:59pm est

Phenotype: Cinnamon smoke with amber eyes and two scars
Genotype: aa/tata/spotted/McMc/b1b1/oY/Ee/Ccs/DD/Dmdm/dwdw/wsws/II/wbwb/ll



Username;; Zucruxe
Name;; Russetnose
Gender;; Male
Age;; 42 moons
Rank;; Deputy
Clan;; Tribe of Mist
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Father: Foundation
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----------------- SD: Foundation
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------------------------------------------ DSS: Foundation
----------------- DS: Foundation
------------------------------------------ DSD: Foundation
Dam: Foundation
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----------------- DD: Foundation
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Prompt;; big oil wip

[TheWolfyWonder]

Username;; TheWolfyWonder
Name;; Amberpaw
Gender;; Male
Age;; 8 moons
Rank;; Apprentice
Clan;; Tribe of Blazing Fire

Prompt;; Amberpaw was an ambitious little kit when he was first born. He always lingered close to the camp entrance and wanted to

[Gaycko]

Username;; Zucruxe
Name;; Russetnose
Gender;; Male
Age;; 42 Moons
Rank;; Deputy
Clan;; Tribe of Mist

Prompt;;
Stormy skies with the churning of dangerous waves and salt filled mist spraying over the deck of a wooden sea serpent. The serpent covered in two legs looking rougher than the rocky shores. It's not home for a cat, nor is the rocky outlets near the shore. No one would disagree with those statements more than a cinnamon tom cat.

Russetnose was only a mere kit from the streets of the fishing docks, a runt in a litter of four to molly with a name that ruled the docks. Shrimp had been the gentle coos from two leg kits and angry merchants as he batted at their stall stocks. The scents of fish and salt became the way of life for the young tom and soon the rock of a ship would be his home.

His life became the sea and fishing docks around the world with little frightening the ship dwelling cat. The two legs were kind even with their rough exterior, but the food was always there and a warm place in the captain's quarters. He had a life he'd never give up, but it simply wasn't his choice if he did or didn't.

It had been a particularly bad season with the storms and it had best been advised that they stayed docked for a few more days. Russetnose himself was unnerved by the way the fur brushed his fur and the angry clouds. A rock settled in his stomach as his captain readied the ship to sail. It's not safe...Stay here! He mewed desperately clawing at the captain hoping he'd be heard.

As the captain boarded with the crew ready to sail Russetnose forced himself onto the ship tail lashing as winds howled and waves sent water onto the deck. It would be the last time he sailed on that shipor saw those men again and part of him knew it.

Winds howled as the waves rocked the ship violently.
It wasn't a normal sea storm that Russetnose had grown used to. This was angrier and left his stomach in knots. They'd been on the water since sunrise and the cloudd had made time unknown to the tom cat now. A crackle of heavy thunder boomed overhead sending him to an empty crate where he cowered. His claws scraped at the wet deck until he hurt and felt the ship tip to the side. The violent movement tore him from the ship and before he could scream the water enveloped him in a cold embrace. There was a sharp sting as his back slammed into a jagged rock. Gasping as his head broke the surface Russetnose caught only a glimpse of a sinking ship before he slipped into darkness.

Russetnose hadn't thought he'd ever wake again certain the water would be his grave. Body sputtering as his eyes opened he coughed up water. He clung to a rock formation with gentle waves lapping at his hind quarters. Hauling himself further until the rocks he winced at the pain in his back.
"Shark," he mewed looking around as fast as he could desperate to see the ship or his beloved captain again yet all he saw was ocean and a beach to the north the sun high overhead.

His entire life had been ripped away and all he had to show was a small rocky formation to himself and scars on his back . Shrimp was alone and frightened, but perhaps life would soon change.

[acronymm]

Username;; Acronymm
Name;; Rednettle
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 31 moons
Rank;; Warrior
Clan;; Tribe Of Lost Echoes

Prompt;; Rednettle receive his two scars from the time when he saved his apprentice, Koipaw, from a bloodthirsty badger. It was a fierce battle, but in the end, the Tribe emerged victorious! Rednettle was battered and scarred, yet he is still revered for all his courage and strength.

[Myst_c]

Username;; Myst_c
Name;; Acornpaw
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 9 Moons
Rank;; Apprentice
Clan;; Sunclan

Prompt;; As a kit, Acornpaw was living the best life... so far. His mother was the only cat that really mattered and love him more than anything, he was able to live for a comfortable amount of time in the nursery before his mother had caught a deathly blackcough. His mother was hanging on a thin string of hope that everything will be ok, until his ancestors clawed off that string and taken her with them. Acornkit was left with his father, who he barely ever saw and never seemed to loved his mother or him. One day, His father snuck him out the clan, out to the territory of the meadows. His father tried teaching him the basics tactics for apprentixe battle training, as obvious, Acornkit was too small and fragile to really get anything right, outraged, his father abused him, scratching his own son badly enough to leave a permanent scar. His father was soon exiled from the clan as the abusive tom kept continuing his actions. Acornktit was then raised by a sweet female who seemed liked mother’s closest friend, living the comfortable and loving life he deserves.

[WolfstormSC]

Username;; Drakerider11304
Name;; Rowanclaw
Gender;; Male
Age;; 36 moons
Rank;; warrior
Clan;; Frostclan

Prompt;; Rowanclaw got his scars from a fight with Stagstar when they both first met. Neither of them really like each other, nor do they really get along. They have always been at each other's throats and are both quick to anger each other. Rowanclaw wanted to join the clan regardless of his hatred for the leader, as he one day hopes to be in power himself and found the clan life interesting. He gets along with his fellow clan mates, just not Stagstar. Stagstar let him join the clan because even though he doesn't like him, he acknowledges that Rowanclaw is a skilled fighter and would be a good addition to the clan.

[ataraxic_gone]

Username;; Zucruxe
Name;; Russetnose
Gender;; Male
Age;; 42 Moons
Rank;; Deputy
Clan;; Tribe of Mist

Prompt;;
Stormy skies with the churning of dangerous waves and salt filled mist spraying over the deck of a wooden sea serpent. The serpent covered in two legs looking rougher than the rocky shores. It's not home for a cat, nor is the rocky outlets near the shore. No one would disagree with those statements more than a cinnamon tom cat.

Russetnose was only a mere kit from the streets of the fishing docks, a runt in a litter of four to molly with a name that ruled the docks. Shrimp had been the gentle coos from two leg kits and angry merchants as he batted at their stall stocks. The scents of fish and salt became the way of life for the young tom and soon the rock of a ship would be his home.

His life became the sea and fishing docks around the world with little frightening the ship dwelling cat. The two legs were kind even with their rough exterior, but the food was always there and a warm place in the captain's quarters. He had a life he'd never give up, but it simply wasn't his choice if he did or didn't.

It had been a particularly bad season with the storms and it had best been advised that they stayed docked for a few more days. Russetnose himself was unnerved by the way the fur brushed his fur and the angry clouds. A rock settled in his stomach as his captain readied the ship to sail. It's not safe...Stay here! He mewed desperately clawing at the captain hoping he'd be heard.

As the captain boarded with the crew ready to sail Russetnose forced himself onto the ship tail lashing as winds howled and waves sent water onto the deck. It would be the last time he sailed on that shipor saw those men again and part of him knew it.

Winds howled as the waves rocked the ship violently.
It wasn't a normal sea storm that Russetnose had grown used to. This was angrier and left his stomach in knots. They'd been on the water since sunrise and the cloudd had made time unknown to the tom cat now. A crackle of heavy thunder boomed overhead sending him to an empty crate where he cowered. His claws scraped at the wet deck until he hurt and felt the ship tip to the side. The violent movement tore him from the ship and before he could scream the water enveloped him in a cold embrace. There was a sharp sting as his back slammed into a jagged rock. Gasping as his head broke the surface Russetnose caught only a glimpse of a sinking ship before he slipped into darkness.

Russetnose hadn't thought he'd ever wake again certain the water would be his grave. Body sputtering as his eyes opened he coughed up water. He clung to a rock formation with gentle waves lapping at his hind quarters. Hauling himself further until the rocks he winced at the pain in his back.
"Shark," he mewed looking around as fast as he could desperate to see the ship or his beloved captain again yet all he saw was ocean and a beach to the north the sun high overhead.

His entire life had been ripped away and all he had to show was a small rocky formation to himself and scars on his back . Shrimp was alone and frightened, but perhaps life would soon change.

Congrats!

[Gaycko]

Thank you so much, this really made my day brighter by finding put I won this bky.