Cham's Prompts for Ca- 100 Prompt Challenge

[Chamrosh]

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Hello!
This is my thread for the Ca- 100 prompts.
Any progress on my prompts will be recorded here! I'm going to code this better at some point, probably tomorrow. Or.... later today, depending on how you look at it...

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xxxPrompt OrderxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWriting Orderxxx

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10xxxx01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10
11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20xxxx11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30xxxx21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30
31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40xxxx31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40
41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50xxxx41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50
51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60xxxx51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60
61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70xxxx61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70
71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80xxxx71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80
81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90xxxx81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90
91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 !!xxxxx91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 !!

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[Chamrosh]

These are the set prompts! Set prompts are given situations you must write about. They're rather simple to understand - there will be fifty of these! These are to be written in story format! So you could take the prompt "describe a place your group avoids." and write about how [name] discovered a trench and fell in and died so your leader forbid everyone from visiting this place.

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( 1 ✰ describe a character's reaction to
getting rejected
( 2 ✰ describe your deputy/beta/second
messing up, big time.
( 3 ✰ describe how your group would react to a
new type of prey in their territory.
( 4 ✰ describe a kit's/pup's/child's
escapades on a normal day in your group.
( 5 ✰ describe your leader's least favorite task.
( 6 ✰ describe the most annoying patient your
healer has dealt with.
( 7 ✰ describe how your members react to a
particularly beautiful sunset.
( 8 ✰ describe how your cats/dogs/people
handle rain.
( 9 ✰ describe a favorite hangout of one of your
members.
( 10 ✰ describe how your group reacts when a
small dog gets lost on your territory.
( 11 ✰ describe a place your group avoids.
( 12 ✰ describe the place everyone knows
about, but they all think only they know about it.
( 13 ✰ describe the place all younglings sneak
out to.
( 14 ✰ describe the most dangerous place in
your territory.
( 15 ✰ describe the most beautiful place in
your territory.
( 16 ✰ describe an odd quirk of one of your
members.
( 17 ✰ describe a single training session
( 18 ✰ describe a single patrol/hunt
( 19 ✰ describe what your group felt after a
death
( 20 ✰ does your leader believe in their
ancestors? Show them talking to a member of
their group as to why or why not.
( 21 ✰ describe your group's reaction to a
particularly violent storm
( 22 ✰ describe how you group appears to an
outsider
( 23 ✰ describe a common negative trait found in
your group
( 24 ✰ describe one thing your group hates
( 25 ✰ describe an individual your group
could never accept

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( 26 ✰ describe the best way to get out
of work in your group
( 27 ✰ describe your groups reaction
to music
( 28 ✰ describe your groups funerary rites
( 29 ★ describe your groups birthing rites
( 30 ✰ describe an inside joke your group
has
( 31 ★ describe what your group does if a
newborn dies
( 32 ✰ describe a young member's first
love
( 33 ✰ describe the worst job in camp
( 34 ✰ describe an individual who is a
favorite of the younger members
( 35 ✰ describe a younger individual who
drives the older members crazy
( 36 ✰ describe the first snow/winter
( 37 ✰ imagine your group suddenly were
invaded. describe the situation
( 38 ✰ describe how your group reacts to
a natural phenomenon
( 39 ✰ describe the leader’s favorite
member who IS NOT family
( 40 ✰ describe the most complicated
relation between two members
( 41 ✰ describe the hardest choice your
leader will have/had to make
( 42 ✰ describe a time when your group
was desperate
( 43 ✰ describe what would happen if
your leadership all fell ill
( 44 ✰ describe what would happen if
the healer(s) all disappeared
( 45 ✰ describe what would happen if
your group had to change camps
( 46 ✰ describe how your deputy/s
handle disrespect
( 47 ✰ describe the first time the healer
failed to save a member
( 48 ✰ describe a member who is hiding
a secret and what that secret is
( 49 ✰ describe how your group handles
sickness
( 50 ✰ describe the easiest way for your
group to catch prey
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[Chamrosh]

These are the flexible prompts! Flexible prompts are simple quotes and are to be used to inspire a certain situation! You don't have to use the exact quote in your story they're simply there to inspire you to write something - go wild! There will also be fifty of these!

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( 51 ✰ "Please, leave him."
( 52 ✰ "I hope the dawn never comes."
( 53 ✰ "They never crossed the stream."
( 54 ✰ "Run to the moors."
( 55 ✰ "I hate to see you smile like
that."
( 56 ✰ "Why do you never slow down?"
( 57 ✰ "Who told you so?"
( 58 ✰ "Fight me now. Before it's too
late."
( 59 ✰ "There is only one poison that is
its own remedy, and that is hope."
( 60 ✰ "I swear, there were five kits."
( 61 ✰ "Why do you listen to them?"
( 62 ✰ "Just....let me know."
( 63 ✰ "This doesn't change anything
you know."
( 64 ✰ "He still cares."
( 65 ✰ "I never betrayed who I am."
( 66 ✰ "You know you want to."
( 67 ✰ "Just relax!"
( 68 ✰ "Please....I know him."
( 69 ✰ "You're about twenty seconds
too late."
( 70 ✰ "And then, it appeared!"
( 71 ✰ I wish I had chosen a
different path.
( 72 ✰ "I'm so sorry. There's no
hope."
( 73 ✰ "Is there another way/path?"
( 74 ✰ "But.. you promised.."
( 75 ✰ "We do what we must because
we can."

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( 76 ✰ "For the good of us all."
( 77 ✰ "Death to the innocent ___!"
( 78 ✰ "Stop iiiiit.."
( 79 ✰ "Wait for me!"
( 80 ✰ "Shut. Up!"
( 81 ✰ "Please. This is an art form."
( 82 ✰ "They'll never see if coming..."
( 83 ✰ "Don't tell me you haven't
thought it."
( 84 ✰ "No. Just. No. Never!"
( 85 ✰ "What? Why?"
( 86 ✰ "That is completely illogical."
( 87 ✰ "Never insult them again...!"
( 88 ✰ "There's always an excuse, isn't
there?"
( 89 ✰ "She said he said you said they said
she said he needed to leave."
( 90 ✰ "Stop messing with the tree and bite
it!"
( 91 ✰ "Excuse me, but you're not actually
in charge?"
( 92 ✰ "That... seems extreme?"
( 93 ✰ "I don't understand why you feel the
need to keep talking."
( 94 ✰ "They're dead okay!? Gone!"
( 95 ✰ "Oh yes, do explain."
( 96 ✰ "Oh, I'm sure he was flying - that's
logical!"
( 97 ✰ "Ugg, you idiot."
( 98 ✰ "Please... I shouldn't..."
( 99 ✰ "I loved you... but now I'm not
sure..."
( !! ✰ "Why are you always in the middle of it?"
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[Chamrosh]

Prompt 29:

Describe your group’s birthing rights

Prompt for Gustclan

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xxxxLangoustinefang breathed out hard, trembling weakly as the last kit was born. Her head lulled over to the side, her chest rising and falling heavily, and slowly. The world looked oddly blue, like the colour was sapped out, and the longer she looked, the bluer and bluer it got. She tried to turn so that she was looking at her new kits, but instead she could only see blue, blue, and more blue. Everything was tingling now, and the world had grown loud. She could hear something wet from inside her head, and her whole body felt heavy – the pain from her abdomen from childbirth somehow growing despite its cause now being over – she didn’t even notice the moment she slipped into unconsciousness.
xxxxThe two toms that Langoustinefang had been surrogating for stood in the entry way of the nursery. When Merlindash had taken a single, minute step forward earlier, the three queens who had been sharing their duties with each other hissed fiercely, and Lobeliafur even bared her teeth and drew out her claws, miming a slashing motion at him.
xxxxNeither tom had dared approach uninvited after that.
xxxxFrom their vantage point, they could see the queen’s mate, Sparrowfoot, carefully grooming and licking one of the kits, using her tongue as a brush to clean and dry out their fur, making him presentable to the world in such a way as all mothers – of nigh any species – could sympathise with. Harrierpelt, the medicine cat, paused for a moment, gently using his head to encourage Teaselpaw to follow suit on the second kit – which he did – before starting on the last. Working together would get the kits clean far faster, and getting them clean was needed before much more could be determined. Additionally, as they were groomed, the tiny, damp kittens would wriggle and complain about the cold around them – wordlessly, of course, they were just newborns – and push themselves into the older cat who offered warmth, if they had any strength to.
xxxxTeaselpaw groomed a small, completely ginger kit, Harrierpelt, a bicolour, and Sparrowfoot had attached herself instantly to the youngest, not out of believing them to be special in any sense, but because youngest kits seemed to have bad luck in her family now. Nettleflower, her younger littermate, had been poisoned by her own mistake. Sealkit, her younger brother, in another litter, had died by falling out of a tree several moons back now. And just last moon, Knawelkit, her sister’s younger kit, had vanished, and they had still yet to find her. Sparrowfoot wanted to find her niece desperately, but she had duties in the nursery – to her sister, to her remaining kit, to her mate, to the two toms who wanted one of these precious children to raise as their own… She just had to pray to Starclan that they might help someone find Knawelkit – alive and well.
xxxxSparrowfoot wasn’t going to let another youngest kit have such poor luck. Not if she could help it.
xxxxAnd that’s why, as soon as he had been born, she gently scooped him up with her front paws, and decided that this kit was hers to mind.
xxxx“Sparrowfoot-“ – didn’t want to have to listen to what Elmfang was saying now. If it was bad so be it. Sparrowfoot would stop it before it happened. “there’s no point…” Elmfang sounded defeated, resigned, but Sparrowfoot could not be so easily crushed. There was always a point in trying to help a kit.
xxxxAfter many minutes of gentle licking, covering the whole body, Harrierpelt finally set his kit down beside his birth mother. Langoustinefang was just beginning to wake from her faint, yellow eyes blinking slowly a few times, struggling to focus entirely. She had a dopey, contented look on her face. She might have been too out of it to concentrate on anything, still, but even half awake, she was proud to be a mother now, and proud to see her mate as one, too.
xxxxTeaselpaw gently lowered his kit, and Harrierpelt only needed a tiny check over to be entirely sure that Teaselpaw had done his job correctly. The apprentice had had plenty of practice of what to do, recently. The molly was placed gently beside her brother.
xxxxAnd finally, Harrierpelt turned to Sparrowfoot’s kit. He needed more care from Harrierpelt, Sparrowfoot could see. Harrierpelt nuzzled the kit gently, rolling it onto its back, before carefully inspecting everything, head resting by the kit’s face for a moment, looking at its chest, watching the limbs.
xxxxIt felt like forever, with Harrierpelt continuing to work around the kit, before he gave Teaselpaw a very quick glance. For a fraction of a moment, Teaselpaw looked horrified, sending a shock of equal horror through Sparrowfoot, but he calmed so quickly that even as the cold in her chest died down, she was sure she’d imagined the look. Harrierpelt rolled the kit back, picked it up by the back of the neck, and trotted calmly away towards the medicine cat den.
xxxx“Harrierpelt just wants to get that tom kit some extra care for a moment, he’ll be back before long.” The apprentice’s normally bright and cheerful voice had a tiny edge of something cold in it. Was that just stress? Please let that just be stress.
xxxxMoons and moons before, Argusheart had decided to delay naming her kits. She’d seen Boulderdash lose Elmfang already, and she’d known that losing a kit was not an infrequent occurrence outside kittypets. And, to Argusheart, it had seemed foolish to unduly attach yourself to a newborn. If they died, just after you named them, the fact that you chose a name for them already would only make your pain worse. A queen didn’t need to wait very long at all for it. Kits were at their weakest in their first few days. Just waiting for those few to pass would be enough, most times. If a mother could bear to delay, and her kit died, as she was less attached, it would hurt less. If she delayed, and the kit didn’t die, then she had just given herself some extra time to think over the others’ names.
xxxxA name for the dead kit could be thought of later, if their mother insisted, but with four parents, all of whom would be affected by the grief, it seemed far wiser to separate them now. Getting a rapidly worsening kit out of the litter was undoubtedly going to help the others, by stopping their warmth being sapped away. But Harrierpelt’s concern was far more directly related to those four parents. Firepath was a gentle soul, he’d be broken by seeing his dead kit longer than he had to. Sparrowfoot didn’t need to feel guilty because of it, and a mother who had just given birth would not be helped by seeing her dead child so soon. If a name was wanted for the kit, it would be given later, and almost certainly by himself and Merlindash, rather than the other parents. They’d do the ritual for a kit to pass to Starclan later – what Heronstar had done so long before for Elmkit, and then for Saddlekit, and then Sealkit. But for now, the queens’ health was more important.
xxxxHarrierpelt would prompt them to name the kits in a few days – if they hadn’t already, of course.
xxxxFor now, Sparrowfoot had moved the two remaining kits closer to their mother, who, now fully roused, was holding them tight to her stomach with one paw.
xxxxMoraine, Lobeliafur, and Osierfang still had their eyes trained fiercely at the toms at the door, even while their kits slept (for the most part, anyway, Mor had refused to sleep yet, and was looking around the nursery, inspecting every tiny corner, despite Moraine’s efforts).
xxxxIn a few days – with Langoustinefang and Sparrowfoot having asked, the other queens all warned, and a few other trusted adult mollies on stand by – the toms would come into the nursery, and aid in naming their kits. But – for now – they were content to see that whichever kit would become their child was being well cared for by the mollies who would parent the other. Firepath felt his chest swell with pride, knowing he was now a father, and he was sure that Merlindash felt the same way. He wouldn’t have stepped forward into the nursery proper – or tried to – if he weren’t dying to go greet his new kits.
xxxxMaybe, unlike with his siblings, he’d prove he’d earned his suffix. He’d actually show them the path to follow, rather than letting them be drawn into the ways of the dark forest. But, more than that, Firepath would much rather his suffix not be needed.

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Naming the kits shall be in [url=?]post 51[/url], which shall be the final part of this prompt.

[Chamrosh]

Prompt 31:

Describe what your group does if a newborn dies

Prompt for Gustclan

xxxxThe tiny kit was altogether too small to lay all alone like it was. The medicine den was already large for Harrierpelt and Teaselpaw – and Squirrelpaw had moved out a few days ago, now over her cold, faster than Harrierpelt had expected (which Teaselpaw had vehemently denied having a paw in). When only one of them was in there, with the tiny body of the kit, bundled in the herbs and flowers that Harrierpelt had collected specifically for this, and with beech wrapped around as a final measure, the room was a vast cavern that reached the sky itself, but all eyes were drawn to one spot, and one spot only.
xxxxThe herbs were vital. It was no dignity to go out of this realm smelling foul.
xxxxLangoustinefang had said she hadn’t wanted to name the kit, not wanting to get too close to him, and recognising the medicine cat’s reasoned words, but, without informing the other three, and only yesterday, she had snuck into the medicine cats’ den, crying, and had sobbed out her name for him. She’d said she couldn’t bear the thought of her child, in Starclan, without anything to remember his four parents by.
xxxxHarrierpelt had said that he’d have named the kit privately himself, just before the ritual, so that that wouldn’t have happened, but, to the ginger molly, this just wasn’t enough. Her precious child was her precious child, and she couldn’t stand the idea of him not knowing that. And so, Rosekit was named, with a flower for his, like his brother and sister before.
xxxxHarrierpelt nodded at his apprentice, who silently returned the gesture, and picked up the bundle with his teeth, careful not to press down too hard.
xxxxBefore the kits had started to come thick and fast, Harrierpelt had shown Teaselpaw the place. Where his littermate had been put. It wasn’t too far with no constraints on your time, but it was a day’s walk there, and a day’s walk back, if the weather was unfavourable, or there were too many humans around. With so many queens, packing the nursery to the seams, the camp couldn’t afford to have neither medicine cat around for that long. And, besides, Teaselpaw was nearly ready to be a full medicine cat himself, he was sure. Harrierpelt had said he’d wanted to make extra sure that he was ready before commending his adult name to Starclan, but even so, Teaselpaw was aware of how much more skilled he had grown in his time. He was more than able to do this himself.
xxxxZinniapaw sat by herself, looking on at the kits playing in the courtyard area, a somewhat wistful look on her face.
xxxxShe caught his eye as he entered the courtyard, and Teaselpaw felt her gaze track him the whole time he walked through, eyes like daggers in his side. Though he was sure that he felt the hair on his neck start to relax just before her line of sight to him was obscured.
xxxxTeaselpaw followed the trail that lead to the road, looked both ways for any sign of their two leg bikes (he knew from Harrierpelt that he’d hear the cars long before he could see them. No one else seemed to know what cars are, but Harrierpelt had said they were very dangerous, and that most warriors mistook them for monsters), and ran across the tarmac, legs moving furiously. He jumped up, onto the dry stone wall smoothly, and, feeling slightly more free to act how he felt suitable without his mentor there, continued walking along the wall, parallel to the road.
xxxxTo the south-west of Gustclan territory was what seemed to be an enormous hill. It surely was far bigger than what any other clan would dub a hill – as were all the hills around Gustclan- but it was by continuing to walk that you came to know for certain that it really was a hill.
xxxxFrom Gustclan territory, the first hill blocked out what lay beyond. The landscape still twisted and folded up and down, up and down, but lining up, almost perfectly with the peak of that first hill, lay an actual, true, proper mountain. The hills around Gustclan were tall enough that only a select few wouldn’t graze the bellies of the clouds – and such hills were what Gustclan dubbed small, like those that ran along the western border – but here, this… this was truly a mountain.
xxxxThe peak not only reached the sky, but it reached so high up that the stones at the top touched Starclan’s territory at night.
xxxxWhich is why the trip was always timed as so. A kit wouldn’t be able to make the journey that far themselves – and they’d give warriors and apprentices a help towards it anyway, surely, once the need arose. But kits… they really needed the assistance to manage it fully. If they didn’t… then they’d be lost, and never make it to Starclan. And an eternity of nothing was so vast a horror that this journey was easily worthwhile, and would have been, even if Teaselpaw had hated it.
xxxxBut Teaselpaw didn’t hate it.
xxxxThe early spring sunlight warmed his fur from behind, and the wind gently tickled his fur. Coming back down, it was a good view, and walking through the grass towards the rocky slopes, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze… it was a good day and a beautiful one to pass on to Starclan on.
xxxxTeaselpaw jumped down from the wall once he was nearing the base of the slope.
xxxxClimbing up there took up the whole afternoon, but he had eaten well before Harrierpelt had cued him to set off, and his stomach withheld any complaints about not gaining a separate dinner.
xxxxHe stopped a few times, just for a rest, but he was still up near the peak by the time the sun touched the horizon. He wouldn’t go to the peak itself. Humans went directly to the peak, and they moved anything that was left if they spotted it. If Rosekit were moved, he might be taken away, and he might not find his way to Starclan before they did so.
xxxxHarrierpelt had said that there was a second reasoning. Large birds often preyed on kits. By luring the large birds this way, they might avoid the birds coming towards camp instead. It might save other kits. Harrierpelt’s mentor had taught him this trick, and Teaselpaw’s mentor had said that it worked. And therefore, Teaselpaw would trust it did, too.
xxxxTeaselpaw stayed a good few dozen metres below the peak, working his way down a narrow path, and, in a slight recession, such that a human at the peak wouldn’t be able to see the bundle, placed Rosekit gently atop a rock. He spread the flowers around the ginger tom kit’s body, brushed one cheek against the kit in a gentle farewell, and then lay himself down further back, away from the sheer edge.
xxxxAs the stars passed overhead, Teaselpaw felt himself slip away a few times briefly, but, while he lay awake, he watched them moving above him. He was sure that the night left plenty of time for Rosekit to follow them too, their ancestors guiding him gently in their steps. As the sun rose, Teaselpaw copied, and headed away from where Rosekit lay.
xxxxOnce he was off the slope, having trotted down carefully, he quickly caught himself something to eat, and continued the rest of the journey back to camp alone.
xxxxAnd while Teaselpaw had lain close by Rosekit, Heronstar had jumped up to her spot for announcements on the wall. The words were different, yet again, as they likely always would be, for this was not a ritual she thought should need to be repeated. It was one she thought each leader needed to say from their heart, and that meant not being scripted in any form. As long as they covered the basic points, they were good.
xxxxFew leaders reminded to send their kits on to Starclan properly, and to avoid them being lost, that was vital.
xxxxAnd they deserved their adult name too. Harrierpelt had told Heronstar the name he’d have given the kit, and so Heronstar sent Rosekit off with his new name just as the stars emerged, so he would have plenty of time to follow after; Rosestorm. With four parents to mind him, who could have told what he would have been like? He was entirely unpredictable, just as a -storm cat should be.

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This is set during [url=?]post 51[/url].