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this thread is a compilation of entries for the raffle/prompt cats that i am writing for. the prompt cats can be found here. The competition is for CaC-players only. My clan is called CloudClan.

The chart below is for me to keep track of the entries.
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• Adoption 8 - krazykitty00 -[url=linktoentry]x[/url]
  
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• Adoption 4 - nixie belgard - x
• Adoption 2 - lost thoughts. - x
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After all the moons in the Moons of Frost when Fluff and her siblings had been in the upwalkers' store she had been chosen again. Not her siblings, just her. Fluff didn't understand. She had gone from Twoleg Dwelling to Twoleg dwelling with them, but at last she had been accepted. But she was alone.

Fluff's littermates hadn't been chosen. After all they had been through together: the dog chase, their arguments, the elderly upwalker, the time when they became part of a mini tribe, it was over. It had just been at the start of the Suns of Winter's season when they had been snatched to join the other mysterious cats they had seen being taken. was this part of the upwalker's twisted game? Every time they tried to play they were taken, and now, after many upwalker's yowling at them, they had ended up here.

An older upwalker had chosen her, just as a heated discussion was beginning of who could catch a mouse. Only one of her siblings had agreed Fluff could catch prey, but after that they had exclaimed only an old crow. Fluff had tried to stay calm. She was used to it. All of them mentioned her short legs, but she didn't find it a problem. Even though she had short legs she still could do anything they could. Hopefully.

As the upwalker jabbered excitedly a few around them stopped and stared. They started to crowd round, just as she was exclaiming something with garbled upwalker speech. Fluff hadn't understood them; she probably never would. But by then they had been pointing at her! She had let out a soft purr, just as the Cat Snatcher who was roaming the store (and owned it) noticed and continued their odd discussion before making odd purring noises at her. That was what had happened with other cats before her. Now as she was lifted up, the Cat Snatcher beamed at her before putting her in the older upwalker's arms. Fluff had purred softly, thinking drowsily of what this upwalker's home could be like, before falling to sleep.

As the upwalker's monster pulled into the Thunderpassage Fluff was jolted awake. At once she remembered the elderly upwalker's Dwelling and noticed this one was much taller and wider. A cat skittered out of the Thunderpassage, right into the next garden, before standing on the fence bordering the two and talking to another excitedly. Was this a real home?

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it was now the Suns of Heat. The neighborhood Border Patrol was up, to find any cats who wanted to joun "HouseClan". Fluff didn't think clans were real, but who knew? She leapt up to the fence quickly, to "keep watch for enemies" as they had told her. The cats nearby, in a place full of dark alleyways, had their own clan, "SmokeClan", and were known for hating house cats. Once she had overheard them, complaining that HouseClan should be taken to the "Cutter" or just laze around. The "Cutter" was a hushed topic. She had heard from the eldest cat that Upwalkers called it "the Vet" where cats were forced to go. Thinking about "the Vet" made Fluff feel uneasy, so she scampered back inside.

"Oh yes! Is this the Vet! Well-" Fluff's twoleg ran around the house, jabbering. Fluff now understood a little bit of her speech, so she tried to listen in. One word she recognized. Vet. Fluff couldn't stay any longer. She scrabbled through the small door that lead to the garden again. "Jay?" Jay was a loner who had recently been drifting around, but had recently disappeared. Not to join HouseClan, but to travel. She just tried to call her to stop her fear. Where did she say she was going again? Into the Woods? The clans?

Wherever Jay was she could find her. And maybe, just maybe, she could join those 'clans'.

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My name is Demelza. I may have an odd twoleg name but that doesn't matter. What I find is odd is my pelt.

Most cats have ordinary pelts, long or short. Mine is rather odd in comparison. Have you ever heard of a cat with a curly pelt? Many cats stare at me, gawping in wonder. I don't mind very much, but it's when they sneer at me. Of course I fight them off. That's what happens when you lived in the alleyways. I never thought I would be thankful for that. Anyway, when it was Winter I was able to get the twolegs to feed us. At least they thanked me for that. Other times I was called Rat Fur. They jeered at me, but when I left I bet they were all envious. Most of them haven't even stuck their muzzles into flowers smelling fresh, much better then the Twoleg Dens at every turn.

So you were wondering about what I think about my pelt? It's not that bad, I guess. Looks better then a twoleg's face. And at least Twirl liked it. But right now I bet she's trying to remember who the cat was with the stupid fur.At least I'll be remembered by them. Every loner I talk to has said that they were looking for me,
the cat with the odd fur.

At least I'm not remembered for fights I got into,
or the "Gawping Loners Society."

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Dusk had not been able to sleep for a few nights now. He sort of knew why.

Wherever he slept he tried to find somewhere where he was ignored. Most cats ignored him, looked away, or openly jeered. Dusk could not understand why. Sure, he was different. The littermates he had grown up with had thrown him out as soon as he was old enough to catch mice. After his parents left him on the edge of the forest. He learned with the help of the Rouge leader in the meadow, a cat named "Boss" as the meadow's rouge group called him. Dusk had been taught how to catch lots of prey, fight off large predators, and defend the homeland. For a while he had been one of them. But after his mentor died, Dusk once again was chased out. He travelled from place to place, and whoever he went rumors of him being a cat not to mess with. For a while he had been alone, not bothered unless the rouges bothered him.

But now the eyes of the forest were everywhere. Watching and waiting. He couldn't flee from them, they were always there. All of his dreams were full of dread when he did sleep. Maybe that was because this was the forest where he was born. All of his family were long gone, either dead or had left the forest. Wherever he went he felt shadowed by their spirits, but he had never seen the glowing amber eyes eagerly feeding on every step he made. Now as Dusk settled down to go to sleep they were back for another night of bother. Once a cat saw Dusk they laughed at his pelt. He had once met a loner with the same thing, but that had been a long time ago.

Maybe Dusk should have left. And that's what he did. The Meadow that was nearby was much better from what he heard. Full of hope. So he sat up, and began to walk. Dusk's large ears could hear the hopeful whispering of the wind. His short, ragged brown pelt bristled in the wind, and his paws showed him the way.