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The three kittens see their first autumn! They invent a game called LEAF COUNCIL, and Bogo is crowed KING OF LEAVES. Even when they're older, they still come together for leaf council season.

[crexmii]

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Prompt autumn - the season where ears remain flattened, pelts remain spiked, and wary and eager eyes dart around waiting for it to arrive.
in reverie, autumn is the season where warning bells chime, where cats gather in burrows, watching for any sign of the incoming storm.

as autumn arrives, strong blistering winds come hand in hand with it. blazing flames spark all around, and fire and wind mix to form fire whirls. this peculiar phenomenon seemingly has no explanation and only arrives on the first three days of autumn before dissipating, the smell of smoke still lingering in the air.

this spectacular yet dangerous display is known as "autumn's wrath." many cats hide in burrows or caves with their loved ones when it arrives, usually with an emergency supply of food to last for a month if needed due to the danger of the storm. it's usually celebrated with close family meals, sharing hot pumpkin pie and catching up while watching the flames dance.

however, several daring individuals among the younger generation attempt to chase after these infernos every season for valuable treasures [to the dismay of their friends and family]. known as autumn's sparks, these cats adorn a necklace of red and orange leaves for good luck. they try to go as close to the tornadoes as possible, hoping something valuable like melted gold or minerals will drop out.

once the storm vacates and the lands are clear, the relieved cats clean up. they plant new trees to replace the old ones that have been burnt to ashes, and collect any remnants the tornadoes leave [known as fae's gifts.] afterwards, celebration commences and clanmates mingle and catch up with each other by the fires. offerings are burnt to the goddess of life, thanking her for bestowing them treasures and sparing their lives.

[paopu]

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Often times, the line between abundance and scarcity is thinner than many think and than thinness is something that can be just as good as it can be bad. NectarClan has a tendency to honor that line, celebrating transitions themselves rather than either side. Like the Clan itself, the celebrations this time of year are about transit, movement, and change. Traditionally, the Outriders that have spread far and wide exploring new lands return home and report in. The Clan celebrates being whole once more, spending time together reasserting and strengthening their bonds. Outriders tell dramatic tales of their journeys and add their markings to the Clan Map while the main camp tells tales of what has happened in their absence.

This time of year is also about the thinning of barriers both real and metaphysical. The line between the divine and mortal realms themselves is particularly thin during such times of change. It is during these time where the Hallowed many most easily be in tune with the gods that chose them and traditionally they take advantage of this to commune or to access that strengthening connection to do fantastical things. It is also a time to honor any new Hallowed claimed throughout the rest of the year, bestowing them with their official rank.

[Infinitygalixy]

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The witches of the Compass celebrate the abundance of autumn through a festival. Over the course of three days leading up to October’s full moon, the witches and daemons celebrate through a series of events, beginning with the creation of talismans made of ornamental corn, dried gourds or woven grasses, which are enchanted and then placed in the church for the rest of the festival. Following the creation of talismans, pumpkins are carved and lit with enchantments that create wards to protect the homes of witches, students leave their carved pumpkins in the main hall of their dormitories and often carve multiple so that all the buildings can be protected- against what? One may ask- why to ward off the fallow spirits and welcome in the harvest spirits. The first day is ended with a ceremony of song to call the harvest spirits to the fields.

On the second day wooden idols are carved and charmed to be traded between friends and family enchanted to bring love, luck, or abundance, on this day, the daemons bid farewell to their witches and gather in the forest for a hunt, their goal is to catch the year’s Roving Pheasant, a bird fabled to destroy crops if allowed to run amok- along the way they will hunt other game, the youngest and oldest daemons leaving the hunt early to bring home turkeys and feral hogs to the witches, while the prime hunters remain in pursuit of the Pheasant. It is on this night that the youths run about the town going door to door requesting sweets and trinkets, playing mild pranks on those who do not oblige .

On the third day, the day of the full moon, the witches cook the game returned by the daemons while making extra dishes to be enjoyed alongside, those too young to assist in the kitchen will run ingredients between homes and decorate the great hall of the school in preparation for the final event, the midnight banquet. On that night the main lights are put out to hide away from the fallow spirits, replaced with smaller candles, lighting homes and lining the streets, as far out as the paths to the woods- those with the goal of guiding the remaining hunters home for the banquet. When the sky is dark, every witch of the Compass will gather in the great hall and partake in song and entertainment, including children’s plays, battles of rhyming wit, and collective chorus until the final hunters come rollicking in Pheasant in tow. Then when the moon is highest in the sky, they feast, witches and daemons together, accompanied by a speech from the principal. Finally, one witch is decided to be the regina of the harvest and is gifted the Roving Pheasant.

[VenomousParadise]

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Shiori sees nothing to celebrate come fall. The falling of leaves and changing of weather is nothing but an omen for what is to come. The others in the tribe mirror this, spending most of the time in the tunnels preparing for winter. Survival has little time for fun.

[kyeza]

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in all her time with the circus, delphi has never had to worry about the whims of the seasons. its magic has always kept the dark at bay when the winter brings with it shorter bursts of daylight and ever-lengthening patches of darkness, ensured that there was food on the table and glasses were full to the brim, and safeguarded each and every one of their souls (or what they had left of them, at least) from worldly and otherworldly dangers alike. they'd never had to conserve resources—not when everything they could ever need was handed to them on a magical silver platter—nor mourn what's to come, as the seasons hardly affected them in their otherworldly bubble.

not only that, but with the way that they travel so very often, she's never quite had the chance to settle down in any one culture or pick up on seasonal traditions. each season was the same—realm hop, settle in and set up, put on a good show, and do it all over again—sometimes multiple times a season, depending on each realm's hospitality. not all took too kindly to a strange group of magic-wielding circus folk appearing at their doorstep, and really, who was to blame?

all in all, delphi has never quite had the experience of holidays or celebrations or feasts in their honor, not when every meal was a magical feast and each performance brought with it a celebration of the lifetime. still, the circus was her home, and she wouldn't change it for the world.

[dimi.]

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Prompt || Winter is by far the hardest month for those who call the Heart of Decay home, along with all the clans who rely on their generosity. Fall, while most of the clan's favorite season aesthetically, is by far the busiest. The clan, while worried about themselves, must also worry about their neighboring clans. Any surplus resources they obtain that aren't needed by their clan, they go to others in need. Even lucky loners passing through may be able to make off with a couple of free things.

The Heart of Decay doesn't celebrate the coming of Fall; the only celebrations they have are promotion ceremonies and the yearly vigil in honor of past leaders, Envy and Onyx. Instead, they dedicate all their time and energy to hunting and foraging as much as they can, to ensure that their clan along with all their neighbors don't just survive winter - they thrive in it. Fortunately, the clan has a mage whom can preserve food for far longer than typically possible. This makes storing an abundance of food rather easy; especially now that the clan has a farmer, who grows a variety of produce to make up for the gaps in prey during the winter.

Baby in particular absolutely goes ham during the fall. The abundance of herbs, sap, and prey in general is a great playing field for Baby's antics. A lot of critters, especially birds, are out and about, and she will always take the opportunity to hunt them for their feathers.

However, the approaching Fall has become a rather scary season for Baby. Anytime a leaf falls from a tree and drapes across her shoulder, she is reminded of the horrifying energy Nona emitted. The tree branches snapping around her, scraping her pelt as she shielded Bear.

[sparkypines]

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Prompt || Autumn is a time of transition from life to death, light to dark, abundance to scarcity. Does your clan prefer to celebrate the abundance they have or mourn what is to come? What kind of celebration do they have? Is it more typical for them to use all the resources at their disposal to feast in preparation for the winter or do they prefer to conserve what they have and have lower energy celebrations?


Autumn was fast approaching, and Pebblesnout couldn't believe how promptly the morning chill settled into his bones. He was startled awake by the sound of an argument between the clan's leader and deputy as they fought over the state of the food stores after the feast the clan had last night.
There was a commotion out in the cove before he heard old Castor limp over and quell the ration calculations the deputy had made. Effectively, he had put an end to any further discussion and sided with their leader.
The rest of the clan began to stir, and Pebblesnout couldn't help but feel forced to rise himself. As a new member of Wishwater clan, he felt quite out of place already. Hearing the leadership argue wasn't a solace to him in his transition to outside living. After Willowblossom had convinced him to follow her out here from their neighborhood, he expected a lot more than living like this.

[Ricocheted]

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Autumn for The Rooted is one of the most stressful times, the whole clan kicks it into high gear to store up supplies for the Coldwilt! They actually call autumn Redleaf as the forest they live in consists mostly of trees that turn red in the autumn!

Redleaf for Whitestem is one a foreboding, as it signals the coming of Coldwilt. She dislikes this season as her joints start to ache in the coming cold front, with all the preparation happening she easily gets worn out. There's so much to do stocking up prey, herbs, nest materials, reinforcing den ect. She just wishes Redleaf would be over already!

The newly cold mornings make her want to curl up and cry, her scars itch and her whole body hurts. She's taken to sleeping near enough to the entrance so the morning light preemptively warms her up, before she fully wakes for the day. Luckily Whitestem's clan mates know of her struggles and offer her unlimited snuggles and the lended warmth of they're bodies!

There are no celebrations for Redleaf, as the dieing plants send an uneasy feeling amongst The Rooted. They're whole religion is centered around nature and plants, to witness it wilt and disappear is always a sad sight. To The Rooted it's a warning sign of the coming hibernation of The Matriis's, not yet gone but slowly leaving. Redleaf is widely regarded as the worst season with multitudes of cats complain every time it rolls around, they know it's only natural and part of the cycle of life. But that doesn't mean they have to like it!

[Swishy & Broken]

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Whorl Wind watched as the small visitor skittered away, paws fumbling to grab at the paperwork The Assistant had passed over. "I.. uh yeah yeah",he choked out attention turning to the questionnaire.
"Lynx Light, she uh..", the young healer cleared his throat,"Duskclan's leadership usually sends an envoy into the city on the first few cold days of the year." He hesitated, testing the silence before adding," It's for herbs mostly, whatever we can find in gardens."
He paused, as if thinking over the right words,"Autmn.. is difficult for us. The humans gather their crops around the start of the season and prey runs scarce. We spend more time in camp, storing what we can for the colder moons."