[Neon sparks]

Username: Lieutenant sparks
Cat's Name: Sparkwing
Cat's gender: male
Clan Thread:
https://sparks567.wixsite.com/riseclans

Prompt:
Sparkwing was a terrable paw. He hated fallowing orders and would sneak out often. He often instigated fights and seemed proud of it. His mentor hated haveing to deal with him and the two struggled to get much done without argueing. Now that hes a warrior he realizes that he was wrong and the two have sence made up.

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Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat's Name: Duckstorm
Cat's gender: Tomcat
Clan Thread: NocturneClan

Prompt:
He was born and abandoned. He was forced to search trash cans scraps and felt so miserable, he almost gave up.

Then he saw them.

The duck and geese pond was flooded this time a of year. From where he sat, ready to die, he could see them in the water. People tossed food to them. They'd wag their tiny tails and quack. And even if it was just bread, the kitten's stomach rumbled as he watched them eat. He also watched the geese- they took no nonsense from anybody!

He gave it a try. He wagged his tail in an awkward manner and let out a miserable squeak. It worked! Although the people didn't expect it he viciously ate at the bread before hiding with it. He didn't let anyone take it either, he's snap and growl like he saw the geese do. He's never fought before until then, but now he knew.

Yet it wasn't perfected until he met Peter. Peter was a cat, like him- he too had been abandoned, although not by his parents, by his humans.

Peter knew all the tricks. He knew how to give humans the saddest looks to get their food. He knew how to hunt. Yet it was only because the ducks that young Duckstorm ever met Peter. Peter seemed attached to the pond too- watching for a goose he'd help raise, another abandoned child like they were.

[.paris.]

Username: .paris.
Cat's Name: hawkfire
Cat's gender: male
Clan Thread: flameclan

Prompt:

"I wish you'd listen to me."

"what?"

"I said, I wish you'd listen to me."

"what do you mean."

"Hawkpaw, it feels like no matter what I do, what I say, or how I say it, you always have something to say that's against me. It's like your duty in the clan isn't to be a warrior, but actually to be staunchly against every single thing i say."

"i don't do that!"

"..."

"okay, well, maybe i did just now. but that doesn't mean i do it all the time!"

"What do you have against me, Hawkpaw?"

"i don't have anything against you! i just--it's hard to explain."

"Try."

"i just...hate being told what to do. i want to believe i'm the best all the time, and that i don't need anybody's help to be the best. getting help feels like i'm not good enough to do it the first time, so i'm not good enough to do it at all. being an apprentice sucks."

"Hawkpaw, I know how you feel. Nearly every apprentice does. But I promise you, just because I have to show you something doesn't make it invalid. It just means you have room for improvement."

"i don't want to have to improve. i want to be the best."

"No cat is born being the best at everything. You have to put in the work. I promise I can help you. You just have to let me in, okay?"

"..."

"Okay?"

"okay."

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[䏠xote]

username: iceypopCS
cat's name: russetstripe
cat's gender: male
clan thread: fieldclan

prompt:

stormleg knew before russetstripe called him out. the grizzled older tom had always been like that--he always had a feeling, had that hunch when things were going to happen. it’d been one of russetstripe's favorite things about him, the way he would walk stiffly and make a face.

"there’s a frog hopping in my belly," he'd chuff. "if it doesn't rain by sundown, i'll eat my toes."

the apprentices would giggle, and stormleg would wink as he calmly remarked on how his name should have been frogbelly instead.
but the look on stormleg's face wasn't silly when arrived at the border. instead, his eyes were soft. he didn't say anything at first, the breeze ruffling his grey pelt. he only sat down, curling his tail over his paws, and looked out at the wide meadow beyond the hills.

"i suppose you're leaving us, russetstripe." he mewed, that quiet way he used to do when russetstripe was blue.

the tabby glanced over, and his whiskers twitched apologetically. "...how'd you know?"

"because i see it in your eyes. there's a sparrow in your belly, and she wants to fly over those open fields. she doesn't like to be cooped up in the dark."

russetstripe was glad that stormleg understood, and relief flooded him.

"what will you tell them?" he mewed, and stormleg only chuckled.

"that you went home, russetstripe. go let that sparrow free."

the tabby stayed still a moment more, then nodded, turning to bound away through the grass.

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[wolfpack12]

Username: wolfpack12
Cat's Name: Flamestripe
Cat's gender: tom
Clan Thread: Crescentclan

Prompt: [250/250]

His mentor had been his older brother, Oakstripe. A tom who had proudly earned the rank of deputy, and carried the scars to prove it. The only problem, was that Oakstripe didn't particularly like him. The reason behind this? Flamestripe had been born a runt. He was neither quite as strong nor as tall as the other apprentices. But this wasn't the main problem. The problem, was that he didn't like fighting the other apprentices. Despite the fights not being real ones. Which has sometimes caused him to fall behind in his training. While his mother understood his fear of accidentally hurting a fellow apprentice in training. Both his father and brother saw it as an act of cowardice.

Flamestripe had originally been born from a clan, that was on the verge of collapsing. His clanmates no longer believed in Starclan, and deeply believed that violence was the only way to survive in the world. Therefore, any sign of weakness was deeply frowned upon. Because of their beliefs, Oakstripe forced his little brother to work harder. Often angrily lashing out at him, whenever the younger tom refused to do something he didn't like. Sometimes Oakstripe even began using his teeth and claws, just to put his point across. He didn't care what happened to the younger tom. All he cared about was his reputation amongst their clan. When Flamestripe was finally old enough, he fled. Never forgetting the fear he felt, every time he looked into his older brother's eyes.

[mackstarr]

Username: mackstarr
Cat's Name: Firelight
Cat's gender: she-cat
Clan Thread: Pineclan

(( Stormcloud ))
A fire-orange kit watched a leaf drift to the ground a few mouse-lengths in front of the nursery. She jumped toward it with clumsy paws, skidding onto her muzzle in front of it. Yellow eyes sparkled down at her and she hissed fiercely up at the gray cat as he padded past, which only enticed more laughter from him. He scooped her back onto her feet with a massive paw and she poofed out her downy fur in mock agitation. "Keep that spark, kiddo," he smiled.

Firekit watched as his fluffy tail swished away from her and hesitated for a moment before she darted after him and leaped, grasping the smoky wisp of fur in her teeth. He paused and twisted his head around so he did not fling her off accidentally. "Good job!" he praised, batting her off gently so that she rolled into the dust. Firekit watched him pad away, his whiskers twitching in amusement. The next day she peered outside and glanced around the camp. She spotted him once more, sitting at the other side of the small stone valley. He was looking right at her. He flashed his tail against the ground in a taunt and flattened his ears as he smiled. Firekit took off toward him and tackled his tail, causing him to fall to the ground in pretend defeat. By the time she was old enough to officially be named as Stormcloud's apprentice, her coordination had sharpened and her spark glowed ever brighter.

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[PeanutButterRum]

Username: arkin.
Cat's Name: Ochrefang
Cat's gender: tom
Clan Thread: Creekclan

Prompt:
Choughclaw was one of Creekclan's most skillful warriors. Her battle prowess along with her deputy rank brought her to legendary status among the young clan cats. Among those admiring young fans was Ochrekit, and no cat looked up to Choughclaw more than he - she was his aunt, after all. Choughclaw often visited her sister in the nursery, and treated Ochrekit and his nursery mates to hundreds of thrilling stories. He thrived on her tales, imagining himself doing such deeds. His admiration for Choughclaw only grew as the moons passed, and when he was apprenticed to her, he was beside himself with excitement. Here was his chance to learn from the best, to rise through the ranks and maybe, one day, follow in her pawsteps to become the clan's greatest warrior. When he was given his warrior name – Ochrefang, for his skill in both hunting and fighting – he did not allow himself to be proud until he saw Choughclaw's approving smile.

But when the bushfire that destroyed the clan swept through their territory, Choughclaw perished in the flames. Ochrefang was devastated, having lost not only his idol but a member of his family. He would not have to wait long to see her again though – less than a moon later she visited him in his dreams, and told him how proud she truly was of the warrior he’d become. Her praise meant everything to him, and he vowed to continue to make her proud for as long as he lived.

I've meant to post the winner but I loved this form a lot and you for sure deserve this cat :3

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Congrats. o:

[Arkinhallow]

oml thanks PBR! He's a big cutie <3