( ♛ ) mad world. • cac

[carpe noctem.]

[carpe noctem.]

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create a clan is currently
hosting a raffle that is centred
around pride month. below
are the cats i will be trying
out for.
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☾ • osleya • entry
☾ • phina d wolf • entry
[url=xx]☾[/url] • mod • entry

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[carpe noctem.]

❝ Ｉ ＬＩＫＥ ＭＹ ＧＩＲＬＳ ＪＵＳＴ ❞

total words: || raffle cats incłuded: thistle and briar || word count: 1278 (might be off by a smidgen)

The warm colours of the dawn’s light spilled into the morning sky through the treetops of the forest as the city stirred. Perched upon a fence post, a white she-cat looked out onto the forest. Her eyes, one green and the other blue, were filled with curiosity and wonder.

A soft wind blew, drawing a unfamiliar scent to the cat. With a gentle intake of breath, she breathed in the scent of a cat and then peered out to the forest edge, searching for the feline.

A streak of black fur darted through the undergrowth, catching the molly’s attention. They suddenly tore through bushes and into the open grass towards the towering fences, claws extended as it chased down a mouse. A shrill squeak erupted, and after was silence. The cat crouched over her prey before jutting her chin up and gawking at the white molly that sat on the fence above her.

“Hi.” The black tortoiseshell breathed.

The white molly stared back just as breathless, eyes wide. “Hi."

A silence fell among them before the molly response. “Who are you?”

“Thistle,”

A small smile flashed on the black she-cat’s face. “You look more like a Princess to me,” They teased. “Probably waiting for her prince to come rescue her off that fence post.”

“I can get off this fence post perfectly fine,” Thistle replied coltishly, leaping down onto the ground near to the other cat, her eyes gleaming. “And I’m not interested in princes, if you must know.”

A short purr came from the tortoiseshell. “Well, now that you’re down here... care to join me?” She gestured at the mouse that lay at her paws.

“Without your name? I’d be practically eating with a stranger.” Thistle teased.

“Oh please, I’m no stranger,” They replied, grinning. “But if you must know, it’s Briar.”

Thistle smiled for a brief moment before padding up beside her newfound companion. “Briar.”


•xxx•xxx•

six moons later


It had been almost two moons since Briar had last seen Thistle.

At the beginning of Thistle’s abrupt departure Briar had attempted to convince herself that she didn’t care, but as she waited for her arrival on the fence post each day since the moon Briar let, she admitted how it much was affecting her. The pair had grown close following the moons they had met, although neither admitted to the feelings that had begun to rise.

Now though, as she huddled beside a garbage can in the pouring rain, she could feel a sharp pang of sadness in her heart, dearly wishing for the warmth of her friend against her pelt.

She missed Briar. A lot.

A volley of sharp barks interrupted Briar’s thoughts, earning her to flinch in reaction to the booming noise that split through the air like thunder. She instinctively moved to hide behind the garbage can, though didn’t expect for the howls to get closer. But they did, only becoming louder by the second.

Panic surged through the dark tortoiseshell as she looked around. The alleyway that she had chosen to rest at proved to be most unhelpful, piling onto the rising alarm as the piercing cry’s of the canines continued. If they found her, she’d good as gone.

Briar wove swiftly from behind the trash, making a beeline to the street that lay beyond the alley. Her heart pounded as the howls became deafeningly loud.

And then they came. Three dogs, each just as menacing as the other. The night sky reflected their ebony coats, though only a burning wildfire could match the malice lined in their eyes. The largest of the three was the
lead, holding the front while the two were each at its sides.

Briar skidded to a halt, her breath caught in her throat as dread consumed her. I’m going to be dog food. The trio of dogs, who had previously been sniffing at a empty soup can, seemed to finally notice the molly in front of them. The leader froze for a moment, jaws parted enough for Briar to see his lethal fangs that were ready at any moment to sink into the fur of another. They then erupted into a rumbling howl, and charged forwards with the two following suit.

Briar let out a yowl of distress as she raced towards the trash cans placed in the corner of the alley, feeling the hot breath of the lead dog on her back and the rancid, foul smell eminent as rain pierced her skin. A sudden, brutal pain crashed down on her neck as the dog grabbed hold of her fur, lifting her off the ground as she desperately tried to dig her claws into anything, trying to escape the jaws of the dog. She squeezed her eyes shut as the dog began to shake her.

“Briar!” A voice called out. Thistle’s.

The dog, distracted by the noise, gave Briar enough time to land a blow to the dog’s nose. It let out a whimper of surprise before dropping Briar, who quickly gained her footing and jerked her head to the white figure that was now launching themselves at the lead dog.

“Thi… Thistle?” Briar could barely collect her thoughts before a large black tom began nudging her shoulder, urging her to move. “I need to help her!” Briar suddenly snapped, baring her fangs at the cat before looking back at Thistle, who was clawing the dog’s flank while two other cats aimed blows at the dog’s face.

“We need to move, now.” The tom said hurriedly. “Thistle will be okay, I can assure you.”

Briar shoved past the black cat, racing towards the dog head on as it’s sharp fangs attempted to grab Thistle. Adrenaline surged through her veins, pumping her blood with a new strength and fearlessness in efforts to protect Thistle. Claws unsheathed, Briar running her claws through coarse black fur, earning a yelp from the dog. With Thistle and the two other cats striking the dog with bared fangs, it turned tail and ran away, it’s two friends (who had been attacked by a few more cats) quickly following with whines of pain.

Briar’s chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, the pain of her injuries finally setting in. She watched as the horrid canines finally left her sights before turning to Thistle.

Virescent eyes met soft blue and green, and shared in their gaze was love that had been unspoken, yet prominent since they had first seen each other. They had always loved eachother, though they had each bottled it down inside them. The two mollies raced towards each other, the feelings they shared pulling them together as though it was a magnet. They fell into each other, and Briar buried her nose into Thistle’s fur as Thistle rested her head on the tortoiseshell’s shoulder.

“I missed you so much... I, I—”

“I did too.” Briar whispered, lifting her head to stare at Thistle. “Why did you leave me?”

“Leave you? Briar, I left my owners to go to be with you!” She lowered her head. “But I got lost, and then the clan found me... and... Oh, I never thought I’d see you again!”

“The clan?”

The black tom that Briar had encountered earlier came up to them. “ I am the leader of that clan. Thistle seeked refuge and we let her in... We would gladly welcome you too. ”

“You want to stay?” Briar asked.

“Remember how I talked about adventuring to as far as the sun sets?” Thistle said, “I want to do that. With you. I want to see the clan’s of the north, east, south and west! I want to see it all, with you. I want to be with you. I, I—”

“I love you too, Princess.”

❝ ＬＩＫＥ Ｉ ＬＩＫＥ ＭＹ ＨＯＮＥＹ. ❞