❝ RAFFLE !!︱cac raffle entry pool

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R A F F L E ! !
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some entries for cacs raffle, which you can
read up on here! my entries can be found in
the posts below. my clan on the game is am
berclan - its foundings can be located here!

G U I D E ! !
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first entry - cat nine
second entry - cat four

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S H E E P S P E C K L E ! !
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sheepspeckle of amberclan | medicine apprentice | tom | 30m | bisexual
``what happened to their friend ? where have they gone ?``
word count ) 431

sheep was born a rogue in a sleepy old barn infested with cats. his parents loved him,
but simply couldn't keep up with the duties a new mother and father had to take on.
thus, they dropped him off at the paws of one of the queens. here, he was fostered by
what he considers one of the closest families around. despite being a bit of an outcast,
sheep bonded closely with one of his foster sisters, caterpillar. the two were inseparable
by the time they had adopted him. the pair did everything together, and loved to learn
about the world around them. though, throughout the moons, caterpillar grew weaker.

sheep tried his best to revive her, time and time again with the knowledge he had absorb
ed, but nothing seemed to work. his foster parents cried that it was fate, that starclan
meant to do this all along, to take their kit from them. on their last day together, sheep
promised her that he was off to get the best herbs he could find. and try he did, starclan
only knows he tried, but once he arrived back in the barn, the passion and adoration in
her eyes had all but burned out. that night, they dug her a deep grave and fitted it with
moss, soft nesting and stalks of pure white cotton. sheep had personally rolled some berries
in after her; wild strawberries to be exact, which were some of her favorite treats. as they
rested her body into the grave, sheep had finally broke and screamed towards the sky as to
why they let his sister, his sister of all people, die. he pleaded with starclan night and
night again to bring her back somehow. he missed her deeply, but somehow he knew that
she too walked his path beside him day in and day out. that brought him peace, but very little.

nonetheless, his efforts were fruitless. with a new distaste for life and religion, the tom left
his foster family with quick goodbyes and a lack of tears. though, his determination for
knowledge never ceased. he learned all that he could, and focused on herbs the most. he
never wanted to go through that again, so he dedicated his time to helping prevent that
for others. so they didn't need to waste their energy and tears over a lost family member.
now, he roams as a rogue and a healer who is requested often for his heavenly work. he's
quite dismissive of his skills, though; he's doing it all for caterpillar. she'd be proud, right?

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D E M E L Z A ! !
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demelza of amberclan | warrior | she-cat | 30m | homoflexible
``how does she feel about her appearance ?``
word count ) 428

demelza dove into the forest, her paws carrying her lithe frame.
her unsheathed claws tore into the earth on which she trampled,
though this slowed her down quite a bit. as she soared, she shea
thed them once more. the bi-colour molly took a worried glance
over her shoulder; at the sight of an empty forest, she seemed to
instantly collapse. she gasped for breath, her breath coming out
in hot clouds. the wintry scene around her calmed her down a bit,
though. the snow was heavy and you could obviously see the way
she thrashed about it in a panicked manner. nonetheless, demelza
took the time to draw a licked paw over her ear and catch her
breath. she shook her head before rising to her paws once more,
and continuing on her way through the snow-blanketed forest.

she had been running from a group of clancats. the molly was sim
ply removing her nest and preparing to move it to a more secure
location, but the patrol had found her earlier than she expected.
she had picked up on their gossip about her; claiming that she was
a cat straight from the dark forest, whatever that was. they
sneered at her soft, curled coat and the way she walked (which, in
all honestly, did seem to resemble a horses gait,) and that just
didn't sit right with her! though, they must've seen her as a threat,
somehow, when in reality, she was just a rogue trying to get
through leafbare on her own for the first time.

demelza could admit to herself that she wasn't the most sightly cat.
she had a thin and curled grey coat that was decorated with patches
of cream and white. she was tall and had a small, skinny frame. on
top of her appearance alone, her voice was scratchy and deep. she
assumed that they had also believed she was a tom. a tom, of all
things! what, to steal their women? well, she had to come clean;
some of the mollies on that patrol were quite attractive. why, she
had even sent a wink and a purr to one before bounding off into the
snow. though, she cast the thought of the molly aside as she looked
around with a sigh. she had left her nest back near their camp, which
meant she'd have to make a new one! from scratch! in this weather,
no doubt! reluctantly, she pushed herself up to her paws and begun
the hunt for two things; a nest, and the perfect place for it.