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You have 300 words and 24 hours for this contest! Write a story that involves the theme: a name given.

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[b]name:[/b]
[b]Link to thread:[/b]
[b]prompt:[/b]

[Kitten-Girl-500]

username: KittenGirl2005
name: Amberpad - Male
Link to thread: SummitClan
prompt: Amberpad was always a quiet cat. He wasn't one to try and initiate conversations, and he preferred the solitude of the forest to the busy Clan camp. However, there was a time when he had to talk.

It happened when he snuck out of camp as a young kit. He wanted to hunt for his Clan during a cold, harsh leafbare.

Of course, young kits don't know their way around the forest, and Amberkit accidentally tumbled headlong into a deep ditch created by a passing avalanche. He tripped and sprained his paw, then quickly jumped up and tried to call for help.

But there was none coming. All of his Clanmates were tucked away in the Clan camp.

Amberkit managed to haul himself out of the hole, but his right forepaw was banged up badly. He trudged home to the medicine den and told the whole story to the medicine cat. He was embarrassed that his hunting expedition had not only cost him time to hunt, but had also wasted precious herbs.

Overtime, his paw healed, but his pawpad was never the same. It had ridges and furrows in it that made it look like a mini mountain range. Sootstar gave him his warrior name, Amberpad, because of his paw.

Amberpad has always tried to change his Clanmates' view of him because of his incident, but they all seem to have their own prejudices. All except Aspenstar.

[SurgeFire]

username: SurgeFire
name: Cyrus
Link to thread: Vallis
prompt:

"I call you all to witness the end of the Disturbance!"

Cyrus shifted in his spot; if only slightly, wondering what January had to announce.
The van stood in the glory of the sun; the light illuminating his fur, as if it were emphasizing his high status.

"Storm," he growled, and in a flash of his tail he gestured to the stormy-colored tomcat standing below him; below the rock which he stood on, in front of the crowd. "He has committed inexcusable acts of treason; riling up the Disturbance, in an attempt to overthrow me... your ruler."

The crowd reacted in such a negative manner; Cyrus attempted to gain a similar amount of hatred, but he could not feel it.
He knew Storm for such a long time; how could he feel their hate?

"There is only one punishment for this. Storm's fate is death."

His heart skipped a beat.

"And there is one cat worthy of committing to the task if he wishes to prove himself. Cyrus."
His eyes widened in a horrified shock; forced to the front of the crowd - to face the cat he once called a friend.
And he still did.

"Go on, then."
If he hesitated, if he spared him, he would be punished as well; but was it worth it, not to betray a friend?
He closed his eyes and made up his mind.


He was given a name, of sorts; a nickname, one could say - 'Stormkiller', as a reference to the actions he committed.
To the majority this was a good thing. He ended the Disturbance in a symbolic action, with the loss of life. The name he had been given was an honor.
And yet to the ones who revolted, and to himself most of all, this name symbolized a cruel betrayal.

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[Birchii]

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Bijou

[EchoIre]

username: EchoIre
name: Aija 'Honeybee'
Link to thread: Hallow's Edge
prompt:
Aija was never very keen on the idea of being a familiar. Every cat who was familiar at Hallow's Edge was terribly arrogant, deciding they were above cats not tied to a Twoleg. It was a strange practice - something Aija was more than happy to avoid.

Until she met her.

She was a young Twoleg girl, with hair as brown as the oak she sat against. She was crying.

Before Aija really knew what she was doing, she was carefully creeping up to the Twoleg's side, questioning what the poor girl was doing this deep in the woods, knowing that she would not be understood.

Much to Aija's surprise, the girl answered. She looked equally as shocked as Aija did. Realization struck them both at the same time, and as the girl reached out for Aija, the feline turned and fled deeper into the forest.

Yet try as she may, Aija could not stay away. The girl seemed to be looking for her, walking into the forest at odd hours of night. Aija watched from the canopies, incredulous at the girl's foolishness.

Such was the case one cold, snowy night. Aija was sure the girl would return to the Twoleg camp any minute, but she didn't. She fell asleep in the snow, leaned against the same tree where they first met. Aija, knowing exactly how dangerous that was for the furless creature, descended from the treetops to lay across the girl's lap, hoping it would be enough to keep her from freezing.

In the morning, Aija consented to be taken to the little witch's home. The girl wrapped her in blankets and showered her with gifts, eventually giving Aija the name Honeybee for the sweetness she saw in the feline, and for the disdainful and sarcastic nature Aija displayed.

[ataraxic_gone]

username: ataraxic_king
name: ValerianLeaf
Link to thread: Tacenda
prompt:

YarrowHymn stiffened slightly at the sound of someone approaching her from behind and a part of Valerian's soul stumbled over a sense of guilt for having startled her. This was the second time that the two of them had met under the cover of darkness for Valerian to do what RavenLeaf had refused to do.
Someone had to teach the next generation the power of healing.
Someone had to care for Valerian's friends and lovers in the other care when he couldn't.

So he stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself to YarrowHymn who took a moment to recognise him before relaxing. There was a brief hesitation as she approached, before a chatty greeting escaped her maw.

"Hey!"
"Hey," Valerian replied softly, his voice was always soft, he noted. Monotone in it's softness.

That seemed to take an edge off of YarrowHymn's shoulders as she undoubtedly reassured herself that there was no ambush coming, that she could trust Valerian to be kind as he always had been when it came to teaching.

With that matter out of the way Valerian got about to teaching Yarrow as much as he could in the time they had before the moon reached it's peak.

When it was time to leave YarrowHymn became nervous again.

"Hey Valerian?" She asked, calling out as if no-one was there.

"Yeah?" Valerian replied, a soft almost humoured tone to his voice.

"Mind if I call you Valiant? Because you are," Yarrow paused, "really brave to come out here every night just to teach me things."

For a moment Valerian was silent, it was all he could think to do. Flattery was something he was unused to, something he never really received.

"Okay," he finally replied, almost meek in the way the delighted sense of happiness flew over him. [300]

[witchcrafting]

username: +robotics . Link to thread: Tulipwood Sept

"Letho"
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A strange orange tom cat seemed to wander upon a clearing within the rain forest, looking for some shelter from the rain that feel hard. He wandered, longingly. He was in search for something. A home maybe, a friend? Could be anything. It wasn't like he remembered.
The orange tom didn't remember anything. That's why he sauntered for so long. He didn't remember much of anything. Why he was where he was, his name.. He didn't know what to say if you were to ask him certain questions.

He roamed from the clearing, following a river path. He followed it until he noticed a small figure land on the ground in front of him. Stopping, the tom stared through the rain, the other cat meandering toward him.
Another cat. Odd, he thought, though he supposed it was common for cats such as this to wander in a rain forest.

"Who are you?"
The other tom asked from a distance, mewling loudly so he could be heard over the pouring rain. The orange one just shook his head. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" The dark tom wandered close, lowering his head, examining the orange cat for a moment. "I've never met another cat who didn't know their name."
The orange tom just laughed. "I'm no threat if I have no memory."
"No memory? Then how did you happen to stumble here?"
"You said the answer."
The dark tom laughed softly, shaking his head, "So I have. Follow me."

To a den up in the trees did they end up in, shielded from the rain, giving the orange tom a place to rest.
The next morning, the two toms sat together, the orange tom eating food he was given.
"Letho." The dark tom began.
"Huh?"
"A nickname for you. Meaning forgotten."

{ 300/300 words }

[Birchii]

username: Birchii
name: Bijou
Link to thread: Miraeth
prompt:

“Hey, Aggie?”

The small, red-furred feline turned to his sister, green eyes glinting with a youthful curiosity that had yet to burn out. Agnimitra didn’t move, her gaze calmly remaining fixed on the felines ahead of them, watchful as they communicated with the spirits.

“Shh, Bibi.” Bijou huffed at his sister, face heating with embarrassment at his childhood nickname. Usually willing to play along with his inquisitive mind, Bijou half expected her to even speak during the ceremony, despite the rules against it. It turned out he was wrong. He paused, biting his cheek as he pondered further how to break her dedication.

“What is your Ceremonial Name, Aggie?”

Agnitira snapped her head around, scowling at her brother, though the soft fondness for him was swept up in her hard stare. Bijou stuck his tongue out and waited patiently for a response, ears pricked in his sister’s direction.

"I'm not breaking tradition for your own satisfaction, Bijou. Now focus. The council will be done any minute.” Bijou knew his sister had dug her heels in and would not change her mind when she referred to him using his given name. With a huff of defeat, he turned his head forwards once more and stifled a yawn.

Mercifully, the three council members stepped through the archway from the Fontain, the place they communicate with the spirits. Bijou hopped to his paws once more, dipping to a bow before them.

“The spirits have spoken, and accept you as one of their own. Your message is thus: ‘Through the door, look once more.’ Now rise as a full member, Bijou of Miraeth.”

Bijou raised his head as other members chanted his name. He turned, leading the procession out of the room, beaming with pride.

“I’m Bijou of Miraeth.”

[Placebo]

username: Placebo
name: Anamika (“No Name”)
Link to thread: Lerwick
prompt:

“Call me Belle.”

“I prefer the name Hina, if you would.”

“My acquaintances call me Nym. Don’t let my mother hear you say that though. Even from the grave I’m sure she’d find a way.”

Her story changes indiscriminately. Could be the time of day, or mood she’s in, or if she thinks the cats around her are gullible enough. 

She’s blatant about it, too; she cheerfully lies to anyone who might give her a pass because of her pretty face. 

She’s only been thrown in jail twice for it so far. And for little white lies! Nothing to get tails twisted over. 

The first time she was locked up, over duping an idiotic landlord who definitely had it coming, she bounced back easily enough. Kept changing her name as she flitted from town to town. 

The second time… not so easy. Lying to a high noble, a marquess of all cats, probably wasn’t the best idea… Now she’s recognized wherever she goes. No one’ll give her the time of day. Not even for the odd job or two she needs between marks. 

What in the world is she going to do otherwise? Beg for scraps? Hunt like a common feline? She may be homeless, but even she wouldn’t sink to such primitive ways. 

...Plus, she barely knows how to catch a mouse. 

That’s why she got desperate. A hungry belly is a motivator like no other, and Bastion tolerably listened to her throwaway sob story. Right up until he cut her off. 

“You and I both know you’re lying out of your ears. I don’t care what your name is. Just pull your weight and I won’t ask you to leave.”

Her jaw flapped. “You have to call me something!”

“I’ll use Anamika then.”

“What sorta name is Anamika?!”

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