Stars V.2 • Catvent

[Vivika]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: vivika + 966947
↬ clan archive: azeryn

↬ word count: 160 words
↬ prompt:
stained glass windows / a discordant windchime / flowing chiffons of pomegranates, citrons and gold / the thump of a drum, the whistle of a flute, the strings of a harp / carmelized and honeyed trees / sulky summers / sweetspiced winds with faint brushes of pecans / fresh bread at the baker’s window / the rush of a sea of wheat from gold to grey, dawn to dusk, fireflies folded in between the sheaths / origami cranes, rows of them at every seat on a long wooden table gnarled and whorled, etched with the name of summer flings and petty ex-lovers / the soft burn of cider against his tongue, the foam resting on his upper lip / wild cinnamon curls and dark crescent eyes, promise of mischief in her eyes / warmth against his, bellies full and warm, silly meaningless threats exchanged rapid-fire / firelight stories under a tapestry of stars and harvestmoons, new beginnings and lost endings
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[literal.swag.]

what reminds one of your cats of home?

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: literal.swag. + 1047454
↬ clan archive: wayward

↬ word count: 319 words
↬ prompt: fysi goss fluff don't look at me im emotional

home. denim strokes on an aegan and sky-painted canvas. saturn struck gaze housing the cosmos of star-speckled emotions.
home. the stuttered flit of a deep chuckle, decisive in its descent towards her ears. the gentle medicinal humming when she has fallen ill. the hurriedness of movements when things are not as she imagined despite the reassurance of her nonchalance resonating between them.
home. the hushed words exchanged within the silver caress of the moon, tender and soothing, secrets locked between lovers. the moments lost to time, confidential within the horizon, the dance between the sky and the earth.
home. animated baritone, fervent showcasing of new-found interest. the tentative unfurl of lapis ears and stretching of broad muzzle, dominated by youthful exuberance.
home. the consideration within aggressive movements, purposeful in their avoidance of her. the regret ready and genuine after an argument, words dipped in remorse.
home. the safety found within their brawny frame. wrapping her with an imperishable sense of security. the knowledge of knowing her life will be put forth before all else.
home. the found flowers left in all her favorite places she visits daily, a quiet expression of adoration. the quiet insistent joining of her adventures despite the preference to be doing other things.
home. the constellations reflected with the depth of his gaze, fully locked on her, overspilling with endearment and devotion. the feeling of being the only one to exist within their world.
home. the presentness within their gaze as she spoke. the soft confident compliments that speckle her ears, insistent on expressing his love.
home, the kid-ish fuzziness within her when his gaze falls on her. the hum in her veins when he remembers the throw-aways. the ignition of her frame when he comes to her defense.
home. his effortless understanding of her emotions.
home. her fated. her beloved. the one she could not live without. her goss. her home. now and forever.

[Whovian5EVA]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: Whovian5eva 328762
↬ clan archive:Cats of the Desert

↬ word count: 332 words
↬ prompt:

Blinking awake his sleepy eyes, he didn’t recognise the dirt walls he’d awoken in… Glancing around however, he did recognise the fuzzy pelts beside him. He recognised the fur of his brothers and sister. Letting out a sigh he relaxed, he was in his new home… Not that it felt much like that…
He tossed and turned for a short time, but the unfamiliarity of this new burrow just wouldn’t allow him to sleep. Carefully picking his way through his sleeping siblings, he carefully made his way to the burrow’s entrance.
Sprucepaw stared up at the desert’s night sky, his whole world had changed in such a short time, and yet the Stars remained above.
He still lived on beautiful red sands, and was surrounded by tall winding gum trees but it just wasn’t home… Nothing was a bigger reminder of home, than everything that was different. The older cats didn’t get it, they grew up moving constantly, without a concrete home. Sprucepaw and his siblings had grown and lived in the burrows their whole life, only to have it torn apart by that stupid volcano. He’d had a home… and now he’d lost it…

“Hey bud… You alright?” Pinesnap had spotted the apprentice wandering from the burrow, and followed him out.
“I know it's stupid, but I’m just really missing home…” Sprucepaw sighed.
“Look, I know it's hard, and I can’t say I’ve ever been in your shoes, but I know that its not the burrow that feels like home to me... It's my sister Sunfoot. I know you don’t want a lecture right now, but even though this isn’t the burrow you once knew, it is still the same Craterclan.”
Sprucepaw remembered how the pelts of his siblings calmed him when he’d awoke…
“Maybe you’re right…” Sprucepaw agreed, a flicker of hope entered his heart. Maybe, right now, this burrow didn't feel like home, but now isn’t forever. The two sat under the Stars until eventually they both fell asleep.

[feverdream]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: feverrr & 412872
↬ clan archive: cedarclan

↬ word count: 43 words
↬ prompt: for fogpool, it's water. though he longs to travel and explore lands outside of cedarclan's territory, he knows he'd miss the streams and ponds dotting the woods. there's nothing he'd rather do than paddle through the crystal-clear water of his favourite forest pool.

[knickknacks]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: knickknacks + 815546
↬ clan archive: salted stone

↬ word count: 313 words
↬ prompt:
Sandbar has not always lived by the sea.

When he was younger, he lived in a great forest, with the closest body of water being the little river- if it could even be called a river- that ran through the woods. At night, it was near-silent, with only the noise of occasional woodland creatures breaking the quiet.

Being sent to live with his aunt and uncle was not an easy adjustment, in the beginning. They were kind enough, but it was awkward, and stilted- he had not seen them in many years, and did not know how to make conversation, just as they were not quite sure what to make of their nephew, so grown since they had last seen him and yet still a child.

The first night, he couldn't sleep- the rushing of the ocean kept him awake.

In time, though, it became familiar to him- the sound of the water like a lullaby, his aunt and uncle's faces became more familiar even than the distant memory of his parents.

Now- he wakes to the sound of the ocean and the smell of salt, and smiles. Sometimes he finds he can tell, by the way the wind tastes, what the weather of the day will be, so well has he come to know the moods of the sky in his new home.

The bustle of the city is comforting too, like birdsong in his ears as he begins his day.

And there in their cramped little home, the best noise of all- the laughter of his aunt and uncle as they welcome him downstairs, joking with one another, making room for him at their cramped little table.

It is different, then he thought he would find it. In the beginning, he would not have thought that this place could ever become like a home to him. And yet, somehow, it has.

[beeqlass]

↬ catvent day: six

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

↬ word count: 77
↬ prompt:


home.

home is where the sunlight is filtered, waking them in their earliest hours, with their history painted on the walls around them - their cushy beds, the draped vine entryways & the ancient symbols carved into places here and there. the woven baskets used for transport if things through their clan,
their clanmates, grooming eachother in the bright sunshine and taking care to paint one anothers fur with the colour of berries.

home is their safety and community.

[kyeza]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: galaxyy. 803669
↬ clan archive: <3

↬ word count: 417 words
↬ prompt:


home... a term, to many, easy to define. somewhere you live, somewhere your loved ones are, somewhere you feel safe and sound. for arvana, it was once that simple. a time when she was in love, when her only care in the world was her lover.

nephrite.

her beloved.

she was pure, untroubled, vivacious. she was sunlight dancing in colorful ripples on the surface of a pond, prismatic and ever-lively. she was youth, unbound and unbridled, cascading interminably from a fountain most pristine. she was the water to her life, a necessity, something she never thought she could live without.

so, naturally, when this was taken from her, when their relations soured and things came to a bittersweet end, it felt like the the end of the world, of everything she'd come to know and rely on. as the earth embodied, she was slow to accept change; things eroded, grew ever-so-slowly, wilted with the passage of time, but were never as quick to shift as this. it was an earthquake, gone as swiftly as it came, and it shook her to her very core. she struggled with defining home for a long while after that. without her lover, nothing felt quite right.

when the whole world, the universe itself, was at your paws, it was hard to pinpoint one particular moment, one specific place to call home. and that, in and of itself, was what would eventually come to be her definition of home. home was in the forests and valleys and mountains around her, in the serenity of the ancient oaks and gently drooping ferns and saccharine-sweet berries, in the lively little critters running rampant at her paws, in the very ground she sculpted and has since tread upon every day. home was in the realm she had created, in the world that she had so carefully cultivated, carving each and every leaf and twig and curious gaze with fondness, bringing forth each soul with the utmost endearment. home was in the irminsul, the very tree she had watched grow from a seedling, tending to it come dawn for eons, delicate stems making way for silvery-gold branches and kaleidoscopic leaves. home was in the one she considered family, kairos, and the little moments shared with him, the time spent doting over him and letting him flourish.

home was not as simple as it seemed. it was all around her, in everything she loved, everything she held dear. home was the universe itself and its loving embrace.

[peachpit.]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: peachpit. + 857132
↬ clan archive: tideclan

↬ word count: 300 words
↬ prompt:
sandstar struggles with finding her home :c


Sandstar has never had any other home other than Tideclan’s cove. Growing up with her mother being the leader of Tideclan, and her father the deputy, there was no other place to run too. The very same beach where she took her first breath, learned how to swim, shared numerous holidays, caught her first prey, won her first spar, collected shells with her mother, played in the sand with her father, was inaugurated in. Her home was joyous, she was proud to be a Tideclan cat, raised in her parent’s image to lead. In present times, her home feels suffocating.

In her youth, the young leader was ever doted on by her parents, as she was an only kit. The family’s warmth could envy even the most stoic cats of Tideclan, the peace within her family was unparalleled. To say the least, her home was with her mother and father, no matter where they ended up.

Grave times unfortunately struck, as they often do to a family so perfect. After Sandstar’s rather early warrior ceremony, a fateful hunting patrol sealed her parents fate. The patrol including the leader-deputy duo, as well as two other warriors and an apprentice were ambushed by a shark dangerously close to shore. The shark took the lives of Sandstar’s mother and father, both warriors, and left the young apprentice seriously scarred. The apprentice, later given his warrior name “Sharkbait” by Sandstar during her grief and quick rise to leader, would eventually become Tideclan’s own villain.

As for now, Sandstar feels suffocated by her role and her home. Without her parents guidance, with no earthly idea on how to lead, she is expected to keep Tideclan afloat with her own two paws. Her home doesn’t feel like her home any longer, it feels like a chore.

[insidious.wizard]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: Marz-Barz + 890614
↬ clan archive: CotDG

↬ word count: 366 words
↬ prompt:


The brittle grass crunched underneath Pelt’s paws as he and Buzz made their way back into the camp, having returned from a somewhat successful search for herbs. He could see the scattering group of cats he was in charge with caring for scattered about the small clearing.

Howl and Snap were up the Dead Tree at the top, high enough their conversation couldn’t be heard. Clarity sat with Frost and a cat new enough to have no name in the Sun, seemingly giving them a run down of the territory. Snarl and River were wrestling in the very center, their shouts and laughter the only indicator they weren’t actually trying to kill each other.

“Careful! The Cold is not a good time for herbs, Cats! If you hurt each other I’ll have to leave you that way,” Pelt called out to them.

River called out a “Of course, Healer! Very carful!” that Pelt knew meant nothing. Snarl took his brief split in attention to tackled him and pin him with a shriek. Pelt chuckled as Buzz grumbled beside him.

“They make your job harder, i would be cross.” Buzz mumbles. Pelt sometimes forgets he’s barely any older than him, with his attitude being so similar to a very old cat he had known as a small kit.

“Yes, but they are just having fun. Fun is not bad, Buzz. You should have fun sometime.” Pelt said with a grin.

Buzz scowled and walked ahead to the den they kept the herbs in. He watched over the Cats for a moment longer. He had never been part of a group before now, didn’t know how much he would like it. Frost cries out as Snarl sends her and River into the other group with in over zealous tackle. The whole lot descends into bickering and shoving, some more heated than others.

Howl calls down from his perch in the tree, Snap watches it happen with the same deadpan she watched everything, and Pelt knows he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Being alone was definitely quieter, but the shouts and voices of his Cats were his favorite sounds. He knew when he heard it he was home.

[I Like Bees]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: I Like Bees 904964
↬ clan archive: The Travelers

↬ word count: 76 words
↬ prompt: It's the little things which remind the cats of their past homes. Not real reminders, of course, but these lingering feelings of familiarity. Emotions without a clear source or reason for appearing. The feelings will be caused by something different for each cat - something from their life before. For Frog and Dragonfly, it's each other. For Snow, it's particular insects and plants she studies. For Horse, the horsefly who follows him - though it's not positive familiarity.