Stars V.2 • Staff Month • Dragon's Layer

[canadianhowl]

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Hahaha welcome to my layer! You may refer to me as Dragonfruit and I am quite surprised you found my lovely secret lair ahahaha!

I know it's a very obvious home but that is not the point!
Oh it is staff month you say? I suppose I can oblige in giving you something "fun" to do. Now let's see here... oh yes! I'm looking for more stories to tell my kittens. They are tired of the ones I tell.

Write a short story (500 words max) of a fairy tail / folklore your cats tell the clan's kittens. Maybe an exciting story about a hero or the clans past or something else! Tell me now! For your reward- I'll select 4 users and make a cat based off the vibe you give me. At random, there will be 2 will be Common, 1 will be Uncommon, and 1 will be rare. These will be free of charge! How kind am I~

Now entertain me fools!
Don't keep me waiting...

This event will end November 29th at 11:59pm MST
Feel free to mark but edit your marked post if you do with your entry

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[0Zero0]

mark :3 I'll be doing this when I have time.

[crexmii]

the [lost] legend of the void’s curse.

this was a legend once told to many, mortals and gods alike.
but now, as reality breaks and the clear line between reality
and dream fades, it has been lost to time and maybe even forever,
gone from every cat’s memory. do you want to hear it?

———

the etherlands. the current residence of the gods and deities of the
dreamworld. it all started in this place of paradise.

you see, there was once a cat called….moribunde. he was a wise
and powerful old cat, and he was the god of death. the strongest
of all the gods in the land of fallen dreams.

he was revered, worshipped and respected by all, and he did
his job effectively, even when it was too painful or hard.

ah, but even gods can fall prey to the void.
in the furthest, most untouched corner of the desert
that separated dream from reality, was a sealed-up hole.
it was no ordinary hole, for inside it contained the entirety
of the void, the black nothingness itself.

moribunde was the one who had sealed it shut, along with
the rest of the assembly of gods.

but the only problem was that when he sealed it, he sealed it
inside the bottom bulb of the hourglass of the sands of time.

and when the void came into contact with the sand, it formed
the children of the void. we call them “voidwalkers.” in the past,
the gods used to tame these creatures and used them to bring misfortune
and death into the world until they turned on their creators.

and the voidwalkers were angry. trapped and seeking vengeance.
and eventually, they managed to crack open the hourglass enough
that they broke free. when moribunde heard of this news, he went to
go and fight the voidwalkers and to reseal the hourglass.

unfortunately, despite his immense power, when one of the voidwalkers
simply clawed at him, a horrible transformation began to take place.
the claw mark on moribunde’s flank emitted black mist and fumes, and
it quickly travelled to his body, immobilising the death god and allowing
the voidwalkers to drag him into the void, never to be seen again.

nobody knows what happened to him, though many think he himself got
turned into a voidwalker.

but the curse didn’t stop there. the voidwalkers cursed all moribunde’s line of succession
for sealing them in. an unfortunate victim of this curse was the current goddess of death,
sirius. she got cursed as a child and as a case, will eventually turn into one of them once
she reaches the god age of eight hundred years. and the rest of the line will be cursed too,
forever and ever unless someone finds a way to reverse it.

but it still didn’t stop there. the voidwalkers cursed the worshippers of the death god,
and their bloodline too. they would be voidwalkers, but in disguise using the worshippers’
mortal bodies.

so it is said not to trust too easily. as any of your friends could be harbouring the void’s
curse, and the voidwalkers are just waiting for you to get too close.

[ # 500 words ]

[néktar]

mark ;v;

[I Like Bees]

Marking for archive purposes

[Moonlight heavens]

Username: Moonlight Heavens
Cat Name:
Gender:Female
Clan: Tribe Of Hissing Waters
Prompt:
The Siren's Temptation

In the heart of the treacherous swamp that the Tribe of Hissing Waters called home, a story was told to young cats under the eerie glow of fireflies. It was a tale as old as the murkiest waters and as haunting as the darkest shadows...

As a gentle breeze rustled the cattails, a wise elder began to share the eerie legend with a huddled group of wide-eyed kittens.

"Long ago," she began, "there was a young and curious cat named Willowpaw. She was known for her striking beauty, with fur as dark as the midnight sky and eyes as deep as the mysterious waters of our swamp. But she was also known for her insatiable curiosity, which often led her to explore the deepest, most perilous corners of our territory."

The kittens leaned in closer, their whiskers twitching with excitement.

"One moonless night," the elder continued, "as Willowpaw ventured further than ever before, she heard a song. A song so enchanting that it seemed to pull at her very soul. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, and it whispered promises of untold treasures hidden in the heart of the swamp."

The elder cat's voice dropped to a whisper, her words carrying a foreboding weight. "The song was the work of the Swamp Siren, a mysterious and alluring creature that dwelled deep within the darkest waters. The Siren's voice was said to be both a gift and a curse, capable of ensnaring the hearts of those who heard it."

The kittens exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting the fireflies' glow. "Willowpaw was drawn to the song like a moth to a flame," she continued. "She followed the ethereal sound deeper into the swamp, oblivious to the treacherous path she walked upon. With every step, she felt her heart become entangled in the melody's enchantment, and she yearned to discover the source of the haunting tune."

The elder cat paused for a moment, allowing the weight of her words to sink in. The kittens shivered in the cool night air. "As Willowpaw approached the heart of the swamp," a pause and then she resumed, "she saw her reflection in the water—a reflection that was not her own. It was the Siren, her eyes like emerald pools, and her voice more intoxicating than any cat could resist."

The kittens' ears perked up, their curiosity piqued. "The Siren lured Willowpaw into the depths of the dark water," the elder cat continued, "and there, beneath the surface, the young cat was lost to the enchanting song. Her once-brilliant eyes grew vacant, and her fur lost its sheen."

Her voice grew somber. "Willowpaw's clan searched for her in vain, but she was never seen again. Some say that she still resides in the heart of the swamp, singing her enchanting song and luring unsuspecting cats to their doom."

The kittens shivered, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. "Remember, little ones," the elder cat whispered. "Do not be lured by the call of the unknown. Our swamp is a place of mystery and danger, and it is our duty to stay vigilant and protect one another from its perils"...

[coffee.berry]

Username: coffee.berry
Cat Name: tbd
Gender: tbd
Clan: peaceclan
Prompt: (this is an updated version of some folklore that my cats have - also, i am not
counting this or the title as words in the word count!)

the timberwolf
IM FIXING THE STORY TO HAVE LESS WORDS

the timberwolf, they say, was once a friendly lykoi cat called lykos. but after his lover died at
the claws of a rogue, he became the most terrible fear of all cats that heard the myth. so..
do you still want to hear the story? i mean, if you can handle the scare..

lykos ran into the forest at midnight, and stopped at the usual spot where he met rosethorn,
his mate. his heart leaped with joy as he heard the familiar sound of her mew.

"lykos! i've missed you." she grinned, running over to him and touching noses. "so have i, rose."
lykos smiled. "it's such a shame that our clans do not allow us to be together. at least we have
every midnight to see eachother."

"yeah, and it's always a joy to meet you accidentally when i go on patrol.. it's kind of fun to act
like total strangers in front of our clanmates!" rosethorn laughed, her eyes beaming.

the two spoke until the night sky started turning a softer blue colour. at the end of their conver-
sation, they locked tails and lykos licked his mate's forehead.

in the morning, lykos noticed that none of his clanmates were in the den. he padded out, curious
to find out whatever the matter was. he then saw his friends and family attacking a poor and
helpless cat, and his heart froze as he saw that it was his very own lover, rosethorn!

she yelled in agony, and he rushed to help her. defending his mate, he hissed and lashed out at
his clan, getting them to back off. rosethorn had a wound in her neck, the blood rushing out.

lykos growled at his friends in fury, and ordered the medicine cat to help his beloved before it
was too late. the medicine cat, too scared to disobey this angry cat, ran to get their supplies,
and soon rosethorn's wound was covered in cobwebs and leaves.

lykos took care of her in the den, singing to her. rosethorn smiled. "lykos.. i came here to tell
you that i've fled from my clan and that.. i'm soon giving birth to our kits."

the tom's eyes widened in shock, but a smile started to bloom on his lips. he held his mate
close. suddenly, she yelled as she unexpectedly went into labour.

"you meant this soon?!" lykos screeched and called over the medicine cat again. an hour later,
two kits were sleeping in their mother's embrace.

---

many moons later, the kits, lykos and rosethorn were living happily together in the clan. the
leader had let them stay, but with the punishment of having to clean the elder den every
moon. but they were together, and that was all that mattered.

a moonlit night, when the stars were high in the sky, covering the clan like a warm winter
blanket, rosethorn awoke, because of some sounds she heard outside.

she walked out quietly, not wanting to disturb her mate, and was immediately ambushed
by her old clanmates. lykos and the kits heard her fight to survive, and ran out to join
her.

their clan came, and because of their dislike towards lykos and his family, they began to
fight the four as well. the only one who survived was lykos.

he had killed all of his clanmates, and rosethorn's clanmates, but his lover and kits did
not make it.

from then on, lykos, or the timberwolf, as they call him, wanders the forest at midnight,
attacking any cat who dares come near his territory. he hides behind the trees, lurking.
he'll never let any cat close to him, mentally or physically, again.

[kyeza]

Username: galaxyy.
Cat Name: tbd
Gender: tbd
Clan: jadeclan
Prompt:

the farlands

it all started with a certain flaxen-furred traveler... goldensun. a cat with a coat woven like the most ornate cloak from pure gold, glimmering under stray rays of sunlight.

goldensun had always dreamed of traversing the great unknown, the lands lying beyond the boundaries of clan life. one night, a vivid vision of endless sand—radiant as his fur, bowing down to the cloudless heavens above—filled his mind. from that night on, it invaded every single one of his dreams: falling from great heights into the clutches of the scorching sand below, drowning in a river of liquid gold. it was all he could think about. it was calling to him. consuming him.

he would traverse miles and miles of lawless land, do anything to find it. to feel the gilded terrain beneath his paws. to end these haunting nightmares. and so, he set off. not a word spoken to his friends, family, lover. abandoned. he crossed rushing rivers and vast valleys, fending off bloodthirsty beasts, all in an effort to find the incandescent, golden sands of his visions.

eventually, he grew weary of his search. nearing the point of turning tail and coming home empty handed, still plagued by the azure-gold lands of his dreams, for some reason his paws kept carrying him onwards. after trekking to the tip of a mountain's cloud-piercing claw, he finally caught a glimpse of that which he had been desperately pursuing. he stood, agape, taking it all in. he'd made it! he'd finally found it!

with a sudden gust of wind, his gilded body was sent plummeting off the edge, into the aurelian depths below. ultimately, his all-consuming ambitions would lead to his demise, as the visions once predicted.

legend has it that his spirit still wanders to this day, bound to the gilded sands and ghostly, gold-dusted palaces of the lands beyond the mountains, a cautionary tale of the dangers of unbridled desire.

[riverotter]

OOUGH BIG MARK

[ArithMedic]

Username: ArithMedic
Cat Name: tbd
Gender: tbd
Clan: The Bronze Fleet
Prompt:
A long time ago, in the middle of the great sea, a princess roamed deep beneath the surface. Her coat was scaled, her paws webbed, and her tail was like that of a shark. Little light penetrated the depths in which her kingdom lay, so her people's eyes were near blind. However, this princess snuck close to the surface frequently and over the years her eyes adapted the the transition and she could see the wonderful colors of the world above.

The princess envied the cats who crossed the seas on their boats, with lungs to breathe the air and fur that blows in the wind. Paws that were padded so they could walk on the dirt and stones without pain. Most of all, she envied their freedom. While she could swim through every sea in the world, she would never be able to explore the land. And her duties as a princess meant she could never cross the seas either. Her swims the surface were as close as she'd ever get to exploration.

One day, her father's attendant caught her sneaking out the the surface. She was reprimanded when she returned and punished by being confined to her room and being escorted by guards when she was outside. Her frustration grew and when an elderly she-cat offered her an escape, she took it without consideration for the consequences. As she tapped their paws together in the traditional sign of agreement, the water around her turned bright, unfamiliar colors. The princess' eyes had not had time to adjust before she was shot through the water, up to the surface, and thrown into the air. She landed with a thud on hard wood.

Blearily blinking her eyes that felt heavy, she tried to move but her body responded strangely. Rather than swimming herself right-side up, her limbs flailed around her. She looked up and saw that she was surrounded by surface-cats and sitting on a boat. She looked down and saw that her scales had become fur and her paws were severed into toes inside of joined together with webbing. She worked intently on standing and eventually managed to. She realized then that the cats around her were talking, their voices and language very different from her home.

The cats accepted her tentatively and taught her to be like them. Over time, she and a sailor fell in love. They were planning to get married. However, the sea-witch who'd given the princess her new form was jealous and angry. She had hoped that the princess would be rejected and treated badly and the witch could have swept in as her savior, with the princess in her debt, begging at her feet to be returned to her true form.

On the day of the wedding, the witch summoned a great storm that caused the sailor to fall overboard, and she turned the sobbing princess into sea foam, cursing her to float mournfully atop the sea, separated from her love even in death.
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