[Centipedes]

What's this cat's favorite story to tell? Real or made up!
ends october 27th, 11:59 ct

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Name: Clinkernose
Gender: Tomcat
Rank: Steadied
Clan: Ruinclan
Description: Long haired orange tabby with
heavy white and blue eyes.
Age: 49 moons
Edits: none
Owner:CloudtheHen

[CloudtheHen]

username: CloudtheHen
cat name: Clinkernose
gender: Tomcat
age: 49 Moons
rank: Steadied
clan: Ruinclan
prompt: (got a bit too excited;;;, whoop)

Once upon a near moon past, Clinkernose was fleeing for his life.

Scrambling over rubble and debris, he was a mere tail's length ahead of a rogue cluster craving blood. He had been on the run for days now, but his pursuers wouldn't let him rest. Then, a twitch of muscle. Clinkernose stumbled. Gritted--not good. His limbs were starting to freeze up in exhaustion; he buckles now, and he'll suffer worse than some sore legs. He needed a temporary haven.

Despite the blind night, he raced along rough roads. Dashed down dangerous alleys. Traversed tumbled tunnels. Suddenly, shadows broke and he was breathing air outside the Upstander 'city'. The rogues were still at his heels. His heels were sobbing, screaming for him to stop. He was getting desperate. Retching out every trick in the book he curved, swivelled, swerved--all to feint away his relentless chasers. Without the ruins of buildings in the way, it was much easier. Finally, seething silhouettes left his blindspots and he was safe--

Slip.

Fall, fall, fall. Crunch, crash. Hiss. Clinkernose was suddenly on his side, damp cement rubbing his fur the wrong way. Wait, damp? Disoriented eyes tried flicking everywhere. Was... Was this one of the Bile Rivers? One of the Upstander watercourses that wrapped around the Horizon? He must have underestimated how much of the edges had eroded away since he was last here; at least he caught on an outcrop, made of the remnants of a broken bridge, just out of reach of the current. One step down and he would have been drinking acid...

There were eyes in the acid.

Clinkernose stayed very still. Stone still. Dead still. Yet, the eyes drew towards him. Rose out of the surface to reveal a beast. Rotting stench. Scales that scraped and creaked against each other. A ghastly snout of a thousand teeth, sharpened for its next meal. Him.

Clinkernose backed away in the slightest of shuffles until his back hit a wall. The beast kept growing from the polluted waters until it was truly towering over him. Glossy eyes seared through everything, as if it could already see the internal organs it was intended to ingest. Or was it blind? Poison dripped from above and onto front paws and Clinekrnose barely bit back the pain and fear.

Then, silhouettes crept atop the river's edge. Ah. Those were the rogues from before--he had been running from them for so long, he could recognise them like they were good friends. They glared around, unable to spot Clinkernose because of the, you know, camouflaged beast between them. They made small talk, but it soured by the second, probably arguing over who was at fault for losing sight of their victim. They were spitting and shoving now, causing a ruckus they were about to regret. The beast cocked its head around at them.

In one terrifyingly fluid motion, the beast silently snaked down the river before launching itself into the air. It came down with a splash and two unfortunate feline bodies in its jaws. The friends of said bodies bolted with a yelp. Satisfied with its two-in-one deal, the beast submerged back into its territory and vanished with only a ripple.

Clinkernose waited until he knew it wasn't returning before he clambered up to solid ground. Chuckled. He just got a two-in-one deal too. His enemies took care of each other! The last two things he ever wanted to see turned out to be the best things he could see in the moment. Sometimes, two wrongs do make a right--

Clinkernose paused when he heard a squeak. He turned to his listeners, Whisperpaw and Pigeonpounce hugging each other in their fright. Oh, right. He forgot they were both scaredy-cats.

He won't let anything stop him from finishing a story though, "...and that's how my front paws turned to stone!"
The apprentice's eyes somehow widened even more, "The Bile Waters turn you into stone...?"
"No, no. The acid just burnt me. I have a sickness that turns my muscles into stone when they try to repair."
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be, it's the truth."

Whisperpaw composed herself but Pigeonpounce was still curling into a shivering puffball, stuttering, "W-W-Was that a t-t-t-true s-story too?" Clinkernose grinned, shrugged, and started his stroll back to the settlement. It was a story-teller's job to change and challenge reality; they could decide if it was true for themselves.

After all, there was a part of that story that he didn't want to be true either.

(756 words)

(Note: Clinkernose suffers from Stone Man Syndrome.)

[bluex]

uh yes absolutely - big mark

[Guest]

Username: ✧:*Lady Stardust*:✧
Cat Name: Applebee
Gender: She - cat
Rank: Medicine cat
Clan: Link in signature
Age: 51 moons
Prompt: " Do you know of Starclan? " Applebee rested next to the kits in the nursery and bathed them. " No? " The kits said in unison, tilting their heads in curiosity. " Well! " She began. She looked up and began to tell a tale. " When a cat dies, they join a beautiful group of cats called Starclan. It's where all good cats go. " She explained. " Where do the bad cats go? " Asked Lilykit. Applebee starred at her for 12 minutes then continued. " ANYWAYS, did you know I'm the leader of Starclan? " She said smugly. " Then why isn't your suffix star instead of bee? " Hazelkit asks suspiciously. Applebee stutters while trying to figure out an excuse. " Uhh... That's because.. I said.. I didn't want to! " She said quickly. " Ohhh! " Hazelkit seemed to understand. " I led Starclan through many battles. " She said, puffing out her chest with pride. " Wow! " The kits said together. " Does Quailsong know about this? " Asked Hazelkit. " N-no..? " She stutters. The kits gasped and ran to their mother. " Mom! Mom! " The kits squealed and ran out of the nursery, and Applebee follows them out but stops at the entrance. Only if that was true. She thought, and closed her eyes.

[ARKYQ]

Username: talonpawthewarrior
Cat Name: tucker
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: hillclan link in signature
Age: adult
Prompt:

wip with being a kittypet. he looks like my real cat tucker.

[banooky]

Username: unikels
Cat Name: bee
Gender: cisgender tom
Rank: king
Clan: glaydan
Age: 40 moons
Prompt:

i do quite enjoy telling my husband timberwatcher the tale of the night we met. when he has his doubts, i think it really lifts him up, and i love seeing his joy. now, this was way back when king timberwatcher was a princess, before he made his transition. i support that decision very much, mind you.

i was assigned by the king and queen of glaydan to be the personal guard of their sweet princess timber. of course, i already held the rank of guard, and since i preferred to keep my job, i couldn't say no. prior to this, i'd never met the princess before. i knew she was adopted and the sole heir to the throne, but that was about it. i hadn't imagined i would meet the sweetest cat, not that much younger than me, and it was love at first sight for me.

so i guarded princess timber with my life. the civilians of glaydan requested for the princess' name to be changed to timberwatcher because she watched over glaydan like a loving mother, which made her upset because no one recognized how i watched over her. she proclaimed she would only allow her name to be changed if she would be allowed to marry me.

thus began my ascension to king. king bee and queen timberwatcher, then kings bee and timberwatcher, ruling over glaydan together. i love this story, because i wouldn't change anything - i don't regret a minute of my life in the palace.

[Centipedes]

username: CloudtheHen
cat name: Clinkernose
gender: Tomcat
age: 49 Moons
rank: Steadied
clan: Ruinclan
prompt: (got a bit too excited;;;, whoop)

Once upon a near moon past, Clinkernose was fleeing for his life.

Scrambling over rubble and debris, he was a mere tail's length ahead of a rogue cluster craving blood. He had been on the run for days now, but his pursuers wouldn't let him rest. Then, a twitch of muscle. Clinkernose stumbled. Gritted--not good. His limbs were starting to freeze up in exhaustion; he buckles now, and he'll suffer worse than some sore legs. He needed a temporary haven.

Despite the blind night, he raced along rough roads. Dashed down dangerous alleys. Traversed tumbled tunnels. Suddenly, shadows broke and he was breathing air outside the Upstander 'city'. The rogues were still at his heels. His heels were sobbing, screaming for him to stop. He was getting desperate. Retching out every trick in the book he curved, swivelled, swerved--all to feint away his relentless chasers. Without the ruins of buildings in the way, it was much easier. Finally, seething silhouettes left his blindspots and he was safe--

Slip.

Fall, fall, fall. Crunch, crash. Hiss. Clinkernose was suddenly on his side, damp cement rubbing his fur the wrong way. Wait, damp? Disoriented eyes tried flicking everywhere. Was... Was this one of the Bile Rivers? One of the Upstander watercourses that wrapped around the Horizon? He must have underestimated how much of the edges had eroded away since he was last here; at least he caught on an outcrop, made of the remnants of a broken bridge, just out of reach of the current. One step down and he would have been drinking acid...

There were eyes in the acid.

Clinkernose stayed very still. Stone still. Dead still. Yet, the eyes drew towards him. Rose out of the surface to reveal a beast. Rotting stench. Scales that scraped and creaked against each other. A ghastly snout of a thousand teeth, sharpened for its next meal. Him.

Clinkernose backed away in the slightest of shuffles until his back hit a wall. The beast kept growing from the polluted waters until it was truly towering over him. Glossy eyes seared through everything, as if it could already see the internal organs it was intended to ingest. Or was it blind? Poison dripped from above and onto front paws and Clinekrnose barely bit back the pain and fear.

Then, silhouettes crept atop the river's edge. Ah. Those were the rogues from before--he had been running from them for so long, he could recognise them like they were good friends. They glared around, unable to spot Clinkernose because of the, you know, camouflaged beast between them. They made small talk, but it soured by the second, probably arguing over who was at fault for losing sight of their victim. They were spitting and shoving now, causing a ruckus they were about to regret. The beast cocked its head around at them.

In one terrifyingly fluid motion, the beast silently snaked down the river before launching itself into the air. It came down with a splash and two unfortunate feline bodies in its jaws. The friends of said bodies bolted with a yelp. Satisfied with its two-in-one deal, the beast submerged back into its territory and vanished with only a ripple.

Clinkernose waited until he knew it wasn't returning before he clambered up to solid ground. Chuckled. He just got a two-in-one deal too. His enemies took care of each other! The last two things he ever wanted to see turned out to be the best things he could see in the moment. Sometimes, two wrongs do make a right--

Clinkernose paused when he heard a squeak. He turned to his listeners, Whisperpaw and Pigeonpounce hugging each other in their fright. Oh, right. He forgot they were both scaredy-cats.

He won't let anything stop him from finishing a story though, "...and that's how my front paws turned to stone!"
The apprentice's eyes somehow widened even more, "The Bile Waters turn you into stone...?"
"No, no. The acid just burnt me. I have a sickness that turns my muscles into stone when they try to repair."
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be, it's the truth."

Whisperpaw composed herself but Pigeonpounce was still curling into a shivering puffball, stuttering, "W-W-Was that a t-t-t-true s-story too?" Clinkernose grinned, shrugged, and started his stroll back to the settlement. It was a story-teller's job to change and challenge reality; they could decide if it was true for themselves.

After all, there was a part of that story that he didn't want to be true either.

(756 words)

(Note: Clinkernose suffers from Stone Man Syndrome.)

Such a great detailed story that made me wanting more, I was anticipating what would happen next!! He's yours!!

[CloudtheHen]

Such a great detailed story that made me wanting more, I was anticipating what would happen next!! He's yours!!

hhhhhhhhhhhk thank you for this boi, everyone else's stories were so creative too! I'd like a transparent too, if you don't mind? :>

[Centipedes]

Of course!! Enjoy your pretty boy!!