Stars V.2 • Birchmist's Readoption Center

[stargazingshark]

Username: stargazingshark
Cat Name: mockingbird
Gender: afab, trans male
Rank: striker
Clan: darkened skies
Age: 6 years
Kitty trying out for: #3787
Prompt:

to finally be able to see the starlighters. since he was a kit he'd dreamed to be able to communicate with the dead; yet he never saw them in dreams or felt a connection to any of them, try as he might. his heart ached. almost his whole clan had a connection to their beloved in the spirit world, except mockingbird. he'd call out in his dreams, hoping for someone to answer, but the responses were either blurry or the cats stepping into his view were shrouded by fog. so close, yet so far..

a deep feeling of hate has settled in his gut since then, and he stopped believing that the starlighters were even real; or, at least, that they cared about him. they spoke to everyone, why not him? it must mean something. they must hate me.

[Hazelfang]

Username:
Cat Name:
Gender:
Rank:
Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Kitty trying out for: #3787
Prompt: THEIR BIGGEST DREAM IS TO BE MINE

(/silly wip!!)

[snover]

Username: snover
Cat Name:
Gender: Masc
Rank:
Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Kitty trying out for: MYO#758
Prompt: story behind his collar - wip

[AJXD_Cicada]

Username: AJXD_Cicada
Cat Name: Stomps
Gender: Agender (any pronouns)
Rank: Traveler
Clan: The Tribe of Screaming Bugs
Age: 4 years and 9 moons
Kitty trying out for: #3787
Prompt:
Ever since Stomps moved away from the alleyways of the twolegplace they have been searching for meaningful friendships, she hopes to one day be a part of a kind group of cats who all take care of one another.

He hopes that there is still good in this world so of full malice.

[Aizaka]

Username: Aizaka
Cat Name: Grace
Gender: Female
Rank: Gatherer (when she's not distracted in the Spring following butterflies..)
Clan: Galaxy Stables
Age: 2 Years
Kitty trying out for: B#634K2
Prompt: Butterflies. She loves to watch them flutter around. Sometimes she'll follow them to see what draws their tiny attentions. She mostly sees the little white ones that the gardener says are a plague to her garden, but her favorite are the bright, colorful ones. When she was a kit, she dressed up as a butterfly for the Harvest festival and even got her face painted like one! She's always wanted to go to one of those places they have a room full of butterflies that could land on you. She thinks it would be funny to be covered in them. Would it tickle? :3

[kyeza]

Username: kyeza
Cat Name: arf
Gender: nonbinary (they/he)
Rank: islander
Clan: island cats !!
Age: young adult
Kitty trying out for: #3787
Prompt:


for the longest time, arf has only dreamed of one thing: to get off of this godforsaken island. they were born and raised in sky city, living in the trees, wooden platforms and treehouses built into tree trunks high above the jungle floor, connected by rope bridges and bustling with activity. arf had spent their whole life there, up until the main city folk marched in and took over their city under orders from the islands' government. they were forced out of their homes and made to run for their lives or spend the rest of their days working for the government that had long since been corrupted. arf was one of the few who'd stayed, as their little sibling wasn't old enough to leave and they had no one else to take care of them.

but now, with their sibling having grown older, the time had finally come to make their escape. a group of rebels had cropped up not too long ago in the shadows, just out of sight of those in charge, and they'd come up with a plan. it was simple: on the eve of the festival, under the cover of night, they would slip away into a cove where a bunch of boats awaited. they'd set sail into the great unknown, becoming the first to actually leave the islands and escape the corruption of power in their government. where would they end up? they didn't know, but anywhere was better than here, surely.

[Baobabel]

Username: Baobabel
Cat Name: BoldSwipe
Gender: Male
Rank: warrior
Clan: SecludedGlade
Age: 6.5yr
Kitty trying out for: MYO#758
Prompt: What is the story about this cat's collar?
BoldSwipe was born and raised in a house of twolegs. From the beginning, there had been a young twoleg near him nearly as much as his own mom. HE grew up playing with his mom, siblings, and the girl. Later, his siblings left but his mom and the girl remained. She would leave for hours most days but when she returned, they would play and play until bedtime where he would curl up next to her on her pillow. One day she gifted him a pink collar to match his eyes. The two were inseparable. Then the girl grew sick. She would tell him stories as she laid in bed.
Later, she would whisper her fears when he was snuck in to visit her at the 'hospital'. He did everything he could to give her comfort and peace. When she passed, he knew he couldn't stay in the house any longer. He had always had an urge to live in the wild, but he loved the girl too much to leave. Now that she wasn't here, it was too painful to stay in this place of memories and nothing more was holding him back.
He would later find a clan to stay with. Despite the initial mocking and later being told he couldn't keep anything from his previous life, especially something that could be a safety risk like a collar; Bold kept his memento. He loves his clan and has strong relationships to some of the cats but when things get quiet at night, he opens the secret gold locket and remembers his girl and all the good times they shared. He will never give up his first true friendship.

[SushiFoxx]

Username: SushiFoxx
Cat Name: Agana
Gender: Female
Rank: Wanderer….?
Clan: Fallen rose kingdom
Age: ?????
Kitty trying out for: MYO#758
Prompt:

They Loved Her

[River Song]

Username: River Song
Cat Name: Stormprance / Pasha
Gender: Male
Rank: Newcomer
Clan: The Emberstone Watch
Age: 5
Kitty trying out for: MYO#758
Prompt:

The cat that was once Pasha frames his life as a before and an after.

The before - a warm bed, his whickers brushing the sides of his food bowl, metallic tapwater stolen from the glasses of unsuspecting twolegs. His life as king of the house. His twoleg - a tall, gangly thing who's name sounded like something between a hiss and a meow.
Moons ago, the Hiss-Name twoleg had bent down - large hands soft against his head, brushing through his fur right where it makes him purr. He had shown Pasha a collar - clearly a token of Hiss-Name's dedication to his cat. Let Pasha reach out his nose, sniff the nylon and metal, inhale the lingering scents of outside. Then, those gentle hands had slipped the collar around his neck - fastening the token of adoration in its place.
When he wore it, the jingle of the golden tag against his dish reminded him of his pride in his twoleg - the well behaved, docile, obedient thing he was.

He didn't expect his twoleg to go forever - not his loyal Hiss-Name. It had been a week of a stranger coming to the house - placing wet food in the bowl, petting him too roughly behind the ears, and waving a string about his face when Pasha decided he had had enough. His twoleg was lost, but surely he could find them.

The after- It was easy to slip out the door, easy to catch a faded scent of Hiss-Name in amongst the spot the car normally sat on the driveway. He had seen that same car take Hiss-Name before, and pressed his nose into the scent - following it over concrete and asphalt. He slipped under a barred gate, past the guarded station, and into the back of the truck.
Then, the rumble of a moving vehicle all around him - The inside of the vehicle still holding a lingering scent of Hiss-Name, but not close. His soul is disquieted with concern.
When the vehicle stopped, the hold opened, Pasha leapt forth, past the yellow-clad twolegs and into the wet forest around him - his nose flooded with the scent of the wilderness. Pasha ran, following disparate scents and trailing signals on the wind.

He would not find his Hiss-Name, but in these woods the Emberstone cats would find him, the Shine would rename him Stormprance, and the tom would rediscover the world outside.
Still, he keeps the token from his twoleg - a mark of Hiss-Name's adoration that he will treasure forever.

[Ricocheted]

Username: Ricocheted
Cat Name: Duchess
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Rootless
Clan: 🌷
Age: 5yr 7mo
Kitty trying out for: MYO#758
Prompt:
As far back as she can remember, Duchess's collar has been with her. Tinkling in her ears as she stumbled through her first steps, a secure weight at her throat. It was a silent but constant reminder of her worth, the collar was given to Duchess from her beloved master. A bold and loud claim to her life, a show of pride, that someone wanted her.

But then that security was ripped away, her master was silent and still where she laid, sprawled on the floor in a crumpled heap. Duchess couldn't rouse her, no matter how much she cried and begged. More twolegs came, with screeching wails and blinding lights. They swept up her master in a flurry and left just as quickly as they had arrived. She had waited, and waited and waited, her master never returned.

A young twoleg, who visited her master from time to time, showed up. He was foul, greasy, a sour smell wafted from him that made Duchess's nose curl. She did not like this one. The foul smelling one shoved her in a box and drove her far, far away from her masters den and left her.

It was dark here in these woods, and life in the forest was cruel. She hadn't seen that awful twoleg, not since he dumped her in this lonely place. She's not wanted anymore, not even by her own kind. The other strays make fun of her scrunched up muzzle, which is the butt of many jokes. They tug on her collar and spit on her soft fur, she come to reluctantly accept that her master isn't coming to save her.

There's a new group of cats she's come across, a clan as they're called. The members are...odd. They want her to join them, and insists she gives up her collar. She refused, of course. Her collar is her only comfort, a reminder that she was once loved. If these cats can't accept her with it, she doubts they'd actually accept her fully without it. Besides she's slowly adapting to this strange new life, she'll forge her own path. Just her and her collar, against the world.