Stars V.2 • Catvent

[SkywardtheDragon]

↬ catvent day: five

↬ username & id: Skywardthedragon 935233
↬ clan archive: Company of Fools

↬ word count: n/a
↬ prompt:
Beechbreeze:
Morning in the spring
Watching petals hit the grass
Flowers in his fur

[beeqlass]

↬ catvent day: five

↬ username & id: beeqlasa, 892127
↬ clan archive: sungardens

↬ word count: n/a
↬ prompt:

whiskers in the breeze,
purring joy in sunlit fields,
fields dance with delight

[changeling.]

↬ catvent day: five

↬ username & id: honeyfinnz + 76856
↬ clan archive: hsiin’al

↬ word count: n/a
↬ prompt: racing!

[faelyn]

↬ catvent day: five

↬ username & id: faelyn #967122
↬ clan archive: faerie

↬ word count: n/a
↬ prompt:
hm my favourite thing?
wow a void i like to stare
my favourite thing yes

[faelyn]

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★ Catcafe Day Six

They say home is where the heart is━a place that kindles a warmth that runs
deeper than the brew of a bonfire. A space of connection, love and support! So
tell us, what reminds one of your cats of home?

* medium prompt, but you’re welcome to write/draw as much or as little as you’d like! <3

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[Kazin]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: Kazin 3262
↬ clan archive: TreeClan

↬ word count: 345 words
↬ prompt: When Silverspark was growing up in the clan, she always thought that the warriors talking about home and throwing around a lot of corny sayings - "Home is where the heart is!" "You'll always know where home is to you" "I'm always home when I'm with my family" - was kind of ridiculous. She'd roll her eyes, maybe exchange a glance with Redivy about the sappiness of older cats, and move along into a different conversation that interested her more. Silverspark always wanted to improve herself physically, not wanting to stop on her pursuit of one day being deputy or even leader of a future version of TreeClan.

Now, as she has gotten older, Silverspark might give a laugh. Perhaps even say that she was a bit narrow sighted in her thinking. Or, maybe, she has even become one of the cats in the clan she used to scoff at with Redivy; the kind of cat that says cheesy things like "home is wherever you are."

Silverspark was a well-established warrior of TreeClan when she met Figmask. The easygoing cat caught her eye immediately, and she couldn't get them out of her head. Eventually, the little things in the forest started reminding her of them; the way the pebbles on the shore of the lake seemed to make the same gradient of his fur, the blue of the sky reminding her of his eyes, even the way the wind would blow reminding her of their laugh - a gentle sound, one that was almost easily missed.

So what really reminds Silverspark of home is her connection to Figmask, and how he reminds her of the world around her. She feels connected to him through her connection to the forest, and vice versa. She knows that she will always have a home wherever she is because she has them waiting for her at the end of the day, or even if they can't be together, the forest and the sky will be her home because she feels that she will always be guided back to Figmask. No matter what.

[crexmii]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: crexmii + 1056107
↬ clan archive: clans here

↬ word count: 385 words
↬ prompt:




something drifted down, landing on the young kemari’s nose.
“achoo!” what was that? a single silver feather was at her paws.
“huh.” about to brush it aside, something stung her head.
pain. images. flashes. memories.

silver feathers…thrones of gold. the pantheon. alifera….
“brother?”
you’ll remember eventually, alatea.
she remembers. she reminisces.
she is alatea. and she is trapped in this mortal body.
is she kemari? or is she alatea? she does not truly know.

i want to go back. please? the smoke she-cat
whispered, gazing hopefully up at the ether.
the shifting mass did not respond, nor did it seem like it wanted to.
home had never felt so far away.

picking up the feather, she gently slotted it in the fur next to her ear.
it might fall off, but it was easier than carrying it around by paw.

moons go by. all the while the feather is still with her. the memory feather, she calls it. in the dreamlands she wanders. and when she feels all so alone, she holds the feather and allows herself to escape the present and relive her past again….only for a while, until she wakes up.

but it is what keeps her going. fuelled by her adrenaline and her wish to go home. she cannot afford to lose it. if she does, she doesn’t know what she would do.
but for now, all she can think of is the days to come. she will find alifera, and she will get back to paradise. eventually.
“i’ll come back for you soon enough, pantheon. and i’ll find you, brother.”

the feather of silver is what keeps her going. and she does not intend to give up as long as it is with her.

home. a very precious thing indeed. she will not lose sight of her goal.
but now, alatea is cold. “feather. take me back to my past again tonight, please.”

a whirlwind of memories and nostalgia unfurls, and she dreams.
home really is where the heart is. when she wakes up, she feels her heart tug. as if it wants to break free and lead her back to the place she once lived and loved.

but all she can do now is hope.
one day….
the feather will certainly help a lot on the lonely days of searching.

[canadianhowl]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: canadianhowl + 523964
↬ clan archive: galactic skies

↬ word count: 635
↬ prompt: The stream was gentle today. Usually it was full of fish but today, the fish weren’t here. The air was crisp and a shallow breeze blew through the air. It tickled her fur. With a deep sigh, Magpiewhisper gazed down upon her reflection looking back at her. She hadn’t been feeling the best lately. A lot was on her mind. She was getting confused and everything to the point of questioning her own status in the clan. I mean she had only joined for a tom but now… he never even liked her. They were just friends and don’t get her wrong she was grateful for him but… she would have still been a kittypet if she never met him. Magpiewhisper gazed up at the cloudy sky. A storm was coming. She could scent the rain as it neared their part of the forest.

That scent of rain… she would have run back inside her owner’s cabin where she’d snuggle up behind her… her and him. She’d be warm by the cozy fire and fed some fish mush. That faint taste still felt so fresh. That fire too, it was almost like the warmth danced around her fur. The sound of a crow broke her free from her memory. She was still in the forest. She would leave if she could but she’s made such an impact on the clan that she doesn’t believe she’s allowed to anymore. It scares her… it was fine at first but she misses the warmth of her bed. The crow called again. The crow.

The crows that would swoop down and come feel when her owners left them food. She never hunted the birds. They were smart creatures and she enjoyed watching rather than hunting. They were beautiful. The crumbs on the grassy ground… her owners used to drop chunks of meat and anything they were having to her. She eagerly ate it each time. The flavors that exploded in her mouth could never compare to a bland mouse out here. Was it the rain? Her face felt wet.

“Magpie?”

Magpiewhisper turned around and noticed the large golden tom that looked worried. She wiped her face with her paw and scooted over for him to sit beside her. “You’re thinking again aren’t you? What’s wrong?”

“I… I guess… don’t kill me for this hun but, I don’t know I miss my old life… a lot.”

“… your first home?”

“Yeah… my first home.”

“Do you… want to go back?”

“I mean I do I just… don’t want it to seem like I’m abandoning you and our kittens.”

“You wouldn’t be. I promise.”

A flash of thunder and the she cat jumped before she buried herself in her mate’s fur. It… ticked her. It felt warm… like it was dancing around her own fur… like the fire. The golden tom didn’t hesitate to try and shield her from the downpour of rain. “Hun you’re getting all wet.” She chuckled softly.

“I guess that’s alright. As long as it means your fur stays dry my treasure.”

Magpiewhisper felt her face heat up before she gently batted his face. “Oh you!” She laughed and laughed. Eventually he too began to laugh and for fun, he backed away letting her now get wet from the rain.

“Hey! What happened to not letting your treasure get wet?!” She chuckled.

“Oh I don’t know~ you’re gonna have to catch me if you want an answer.” He smirked before dashing away with a snicker.

“You get back here mister!” She called out and raced after them.

A fireplace had a specific warmth to it and as much as she yearned for it again, a different warmth filled her body when she was beside him. She felt safe and loved. Safe… Maybe — maybe Pineapplesnap was home.

[mrs]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: mrs 1026844
↬ clan archive: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4809453

↬ word count: 233 words
↬ prompt: Brazenstride closed her eyes and breathed in the deep floral scent she was surrounded by. Roses, lavender, lilies, tulips, pansies... Brazenstride let out a deep, loving sigh. She flipped over to lie on her back and rubbed her fur into the field of flowers she had found herself in.

Feelings of contentment warmed her soul, which caused her to purr deeply. Thoughts and moments of her kittenhood and apprenticehood fell into her mind; memory after memory blossomed through. The young warrior meowed as she pranced to her feet. This wonderful field of flowers was waiting for something to happen!

Brazenstride began picking flowers and herbs that caused the most nostalgia to spark in her mind. She continued to collect flowers and petals until she has a large pile collected. She sat in the center of her pile.

The young feline picked up a flower with a large stem to use as her base, then slowly began to add more and more to it. Long flower after long flower, before eventually finishing and having a flower crown to show for her efforts! She has focused on weaving tulips and daisies into the crown.

With such a beautiful item to adorn on her head, Brazenstride took other petals to tangle into her tail and other areas where her fur was thicker. All of these acts easily reminded Brazenstride of her younger self. It was perfect.