✦ Stars Catvent 2022

[0Zero0]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: 0Zero0 780482
↬ clan archive: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4611568

↬ word count: 179 words + art
↬ prompt: Lotus smiled at the spotted cat, gently gazing at the handkerchief around the short-hair's neck. This cat was gorgeous and elegant and almost tempting to test. Test her loyalty, her strength. See if this cat truly was the one for her sister. They seemed happy enough, she had seen the two snuggling, licking, and nose kisses all the time. It wasn't enough for her though.

"You two are twins." Hana's tail flicked with curiosity, her eyes wide, but calm. "I mean sisters of coarse." She seemed relaxed as she spoke, her tone only in want rather then need.

Lotus hummed softly for a moment, trying to think of the response. Yes they were sisters, born in the same litter. The two of them were nearly identical but not really. Why would Hana need to ask her this? "Yeah." it was blunt but what else was she to say. This seemed to be a content answer though, as Hana sat down.

"Do you love her?" Lotus asked, staring at her blue eye over the gold. It was easier that way.


art is of Hush's SpottedCry, & NPC Hana

[Adamented]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: Adamented + 670829
↬ clan archive: [x] Gladewood

↬ word count: 000 words
↬ prompt:


Harja and Hana met last year, though they spent some time together during the Summer camping they'd met one another previously during another holiday season. When they'd met, Harja had been strolling the abandoned barn territory's boundaries, observing the distance fence line when he heard someone calling for help.

Poor, helpless Hana was buried in snow and pinned by a broken fence post. "Couldn't you see that it wasn't stable?" Harja had asked her, as he moved it enough that she could get to her paws again.

"Thanks," She sighed relieved, ears swiveling forward as she lifted her head, "are you a clan cat?"

"A clan- oh, no. Well," He thought again about it and shrugged his shoulders, "I guess kind of, in the broad sense." Hana nodded.

She'd been soaked all the way to the skin, stuck there for so long, only calling out when she was sure she could catch the fresh scent of another cat nearby. Luckily- she was downwind from Harja. With her in such a state, he decided to guide Hana back to the faded red barn. She shared tongues with the Wanderers and made herself at home for the night, even enjoyed teasing the kittens and Vaikkya seemed quite taken with her. It warmed his heart to meet a new friend, he knew kittypets were out there being kept warm in their furless dens and eating those gross pellets. He never thought it was a glamorous lifestyle, much of it was completely impractical, but he hoped she would stay. Harja had never convinced anyone to join them before, that day wasn't an exception but he knew wherever it was that Hana headed when the worst of the snow thawed- she was the happiest she could be.

[Tomura]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: Tomura + 260167
↬ clan archive: ThistleClan

↬ word count: 1,154 words
↬ prompt: Frederick walked slowly through the snow, his right eye squinting as he scanned the white forest. He'd awakened early in the morning in order to find some Christmas presents for his Clanmates -- maybe something shiny the Twolegs left behind, maybe some prey, or perhaps some catnip? Not that he'd find any catnip in the wintertime, but a cat could dream! When he'd started his journey, it was pretty chilly, but it had only gotten colder since he'd left. Snow had began to gently fall from the cloudy sky, hitting Fred's fur and causing him to shiver. He hadn't found anything interesting at all, and now he was getting tired of looking. He paused his walk to adjust his hat, then pulled his bandanna over his mouth and nose as the frost nipped at his cold skin.

"Maybe I should head back," he murmured to himself, his gaze falling to the ground. His paws were stinging a bit from the cold, and now he just wanted to curl up in his den and have a nice cup of hot cocoa... too bad they didn't have any. With a sigh, he turned around and began making his way back to the camp, his tail drooping slightly. Wait... Was that...? He lifted his head, leaning forward and squinting his one good eye. Yes, it was! Right over there, by the edge of that mountain, there was a small bit of catnip! Looked fresh, ready for harvest, and oh-so-delicious! He could no longer feel the cold of the snow as his paws moved on their own, swiftly carrying him over to the delectable treat.

Unfortunately, as it turns out, having only one good eye really messes up with one's depth perception. Yes, he ended up misjudging the distance, pummeling straight into the snowy mountain, and the weight of his body caused a massive lump of snow to fall directly on top of him. Oops! Now he was completely submerged in the freezing cold snow, flailing his paws in a desperate and futile attempt to unbury himself. Cold, cold, cold! Freezing cold! As he struggled hard to free himself, his claws suddenly connected with something soft, and suddenly he felt claws dig into his fur. Huh?! Confusion caused him to stop struggling, and after a few moments, the snow on top of his head had cleared away, revealing a fluffy gray-and-white she-cat staring down at him. The mysterious cat quickly shoveled snow away with one paw, the other paw still latching onto his arm.

Soon the snow that had piled on top of him was all gone, and the cat pulled him out of the hole and onto solid ground. He quickly shook the snow on his body, shivering over and over. "Th-thank you, s-s-stranger!" Frederick said, barely able to speak through his chattering teeth.

"Come here, quick!" The cat told him, beckoning him over with her long tail as she darted away.

He followed her, and the two of them reached a nearby cave; he noted that there seemed to be the yellow light of a fire coming from inside. When they entered, there indeed was a campfire near the entrance. Delighted by the sight, he quickly dashed over, plopping down beside it and wrapping his bent tail around his body. She wasn't in nearly as much of a hurry, carefully walking over and sitting down across from him. "What were you doing out there in the snow? You know not much prey's gonna be out, right?" She asked. She sounded concerned, but there was just a hint of amusement in her voice. "And why did you run directly into the mountain?"

"I, um, saw some catnip," he replied sheepishly, shuffling his paws.

Her ears perked up. "Really? Out here, in the snow?" He nodded. She rose to her paws, saying, "I have to see this for myself. I'll be back -- don't go anywhere, okay?"

He chuckled quietly, but didn't reply. There was no way he was about to leave the warm fire for the cold outdoors. She left the cave, and he turned his gaze towards the flickering of the flames. Thank StarClan she'd noticed he was there, he would've frozen to death without her. He'd have to remember to thank her more properly when she came back. He yawned. But for now... Fred curled up into a ball, burying his nose into his tail and closing his eye. Surely she wouldn't mind if he took a little nap...

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He was startled awake as something fell on top of his head, though luckily it was neither cold nor heavy. He pulled himself into a sitting position, blinking sleepily. He reached a paw up to feel what had fallen on him, but felt only his hat. "You forgot something out there," the she-cat informed him. He blinked at her in confusion. After a few moments, it finally hit him. Oh! His hat! He'd left his hat, and she brought it back! He felt his face flush in embarrassment as he adjusted the hat, pulling the strings under his chin to properly fit it onto his head.

"Th-thank you again," he stuttered quietly, unable to meet her eyes.

"No problem," she purred. "Oh, and, by the way, I'm taking some of that catnip as payment."

"Oh, you found the catnip too?" He asked, excited. He'd actually forgotten about that...

She dropped a little bit of catnip in front of his paws, which she'd tied into a bundle for easier transport. "Thank you!" He said once more. He picked the bundle of catnip up and carefully put it under his hat, walking slowly over to the entrance of the cave. "Um, I should really be getting back to my Clanmates now, they're probably worried."

"You're a Clan cat? Which Clan?"

"ThistleClan, led by, um, Thistlestar," he meowed. "I'm Frederick, by the way. I'm an ex-Kittypet, or whatever they call us. What's you're name?"

"Oh, nice to meet you, Frederick," she said, "I'm Snow that Twinkles in the Moonlight. I'm a Tribe cat -- I'm actually the future leader of my Tribe!" She sounded proud of herself, and that made Fred feel warm inside.

He hadn't realized it, but they were now both outside the cave and walking together. "Do you have to go this way too?" He asked her, a little nervously. He wasn't quite sure why, but he was a little embarrassed around her, despite normally being very sociable. "Is your Tribe this way?"

She laughed. "I was going to escort you, that way you don't accidentally bury yourself again."

His face flushed, and he quickly looked away. "I'll be fine," he muttered.

She flicked him with her tail playfully. "Come on, won't you humor me? I wanna meet your Clan anyway."

Although he meant to tell her no, somehow the only word he could reply with was a quiet "...Okay..."

His Clanmates would never let him live this down.

[I Like Bees]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

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

↬ word count: 54 words
↬ prompt:

Cinnamon encountered Fennel walking through the forest one day, while the kitten was waiting up in a tree for the others to return. She didn't speak or interact with the other cat, but she maybe, kind of, sort of, intentionally shook a branch full of snow on to their head as they walked past.

[coffee.berry]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: coffee.berry, #1008279
↬ clan archive: Peaceclan

↬ word count: 26 words <3
↬ prompt:


Thrushfrost thinks about Snow every day. He sees her in the forest,
but he's too shy to say hello - maybe some other time, when he's ready.

[mrs]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: mrs + 1026844
↬ clan archive: Whispering Winds

↬ word count: 46 words
↬ prompt:
Brazenstride likes to show off her garden to Hane! They have a wonderful time talking about it, and sometimes, Brazenstride will even let Hane care for it with her. She lets Hane leave with some flowers to take back home, too! More often than not, usually.

[K1NGCL3M3NT1N3]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: K1NGCL3M3NT1N3 + 756856
↬ clan archive: lily meadow alliance

↬ word count: 687 words
↬ prompt:
it’s the middle of a horrible snowstorm, and shivering’sea and firefly’flitter are huddled up together within a bush den, a human blanket they had found covering the both of them. firefly’flitter is pressed closer into the light tabby’s side, grumbling into their fur about hating the cold. shivering’sea is usually inclined to disagree, not minding the cold at all, but even this snowstorm if freezing them to their bones.

as firefly’flitter is in the middle of saying something, shivering’sea’s ears suddenly perk up, and they being paying more attention to the outside of the den then their friend’s mumbling within. it sounds like… a cat somewhere close is calling out. shivering’sea nudges firefly’flitter with their nose, and when she pauses and glances up, they whisper, “do you hear that? the cat that sounds like it’s outside?”

the torbie pauses and listens a moment, then, “…that doesn’t seem good.” she and shivering’sea exchange glances, before the lighter tabby rubs their cheek over hers and stands, cautiously venturing to the den entrance, and then rushing out.

there, hardly visible within the snowstorm, is a fawn-pelted cat, a bag around him at his shoulder. he looks lost, and it’s definitely not safe to be out in weather like this. shivering’sea takes a deep breath, then calls out as loud as it can, “hey! come over here, we have shelter!”

the cat looks over, seems taken aback for a moment, but it’s a very quick second and he is darting over. shivering’sea leads him to a safe bush, different from the one it and firefly’flitter and been in, and as the cat makes it into the den, it asks, “are you alright? it’s really bad out there, do you think you got sick?”

the fawn cat shakes his head, says, “no, i think i’m alright. not sure if my messages are all here though… i was delivering messages and i got lost, and then this horrible snowstorm started!” then he glances at shivering’sea and hums, “i don’t think i’ve seen you before… i’m cliff, what’s your name?”

it softly replies, “shivering’sea. give me a moment, i’ll go get my friend, firefly’flitter- she’s better at checking cats than i am.” and it quickly leaves the den, retrieving firefly’flitter and coming back in only moments. the torbie’s eyes widen a small bit, and she says, “hello, cliff.”

cliff glances up from where he’d settled on the floor of the den and his face lights up with recognition. “oh, fleck! it’s been so long. how did you end up here, where’s that group of yours?”

firefly’flitter huffs a laugh and shivering’sea has the distinct feeling that they’re… definitely missing a connection here. she responds to him, “it’s firefly’flitter now, and i guess it has been a while! i left my old group a while ago and i found shivering’sea here. we’re starting the lily meadow alliance now.”

“oh, that’s cool! if you ever need my help, i can carry messages and things for you,” he offers, and firefly’flitter nods, “thanks, it’d be very appreciated. how are you now, anyways?”

shivering’sea interrupts and says, “i don’t think any of us will be going far outside for a while. make yourself at home here, i’ll be back with some moss and some food.”

they do so, as long as grabbing that blanket and a smaller one for cliff, and when they return, firefly’flitter is inspecting cliff to make sure he’s really alright. the two of them are chatting about their lives, and shivering’sea can only guess that firefly’flitter had run into him back when she lived with her old group. perhaps he’d offered his services to their group back then.

the light tabby drops what it’s carrying, and while cliff makes a temporary nest, firefly’flitter and shivering’sea make one for themselves and curl up next to each other. firefly’flitter keeps talking to the messenger, and shivering’sea thinks he expresses his gratitude to the both of them, but it’s not really listening. it just lays there next to the torbie’s side and half falls asleep listening to both of the cats talk over the snowstorm raging outside.

[eldritch hound]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: angel bugs + 810901
↬ clan archive: mothclan

↬ word count:
↬ prompt:

swansong loved burying herself in the deep recesses of snow, if not because she found it extremely fun to scare her
passing clanmates when they walked by her living pile of snow, then it was certainly because her white pelt made it
extremely easy to lose her in the snow allowing her to escape her problems with ease during these cold wintery mo
nths.

it was one of these instances of the prior when she met cliff. swansong was doing her usual snow impression with th
e only way to give her position away was the soft yellow and blue glow of her eyes agains the snow and the minute fl
icking of her tail. that was when a peculiar looking cat wandered past her crouched position.

she pounced, covering the stranger in a plume of ice and snow. it was just lucky that they were able to laugh about I
t rather than gain any grave repercussions.

[aftonbuilt]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: aftonbuilt 186503
↬ clan archive: https://toyhou.se/aftonbuilt/characters/folder:2228196

↬ word count: 28 words
↬ prompt:


Hana tries to offer a sympathetic shoulder to Starlight, but he isn't very keen to take her up on that offer. Well, at least she made an effort..!

[kennymcnenny]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: kennymcnenny + 985228
↬ clan archive: Howling of the seas

↬ word count: 193 words
↬ prompt:
Angler didn't get the chance to visit Hana very often, they led very different lives in very different parts of the world, but he did visit when he could- bringing Haddock with him to meet her mother. He and Hana were on good terms, and he would consider them pretty good friends as well. It was nice to get away from the ship for a while and listen to all of Hana's stories about the clans she visited and the friends that she had made. And it was nice to watch her play with Haddock, she was such a friendly kit, and got along with everybody she met. Haddock loved playing in the snow that was in Hana's home, it was more snow than she had ever seen in her life (though that was only a few moons by that point), and Hana came up with plenty of games for them to play. Angler was happy that they had gotten to visit Hana for the winter festivals- or Christmas, as Hana celebrated. Haddock even got to go home with a gift from her mom, a new bandana that looked like a pirate flag.