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Username: Ajax.
Cat Name: EbonyLion
Clan: ThistleClan
Gender: Shecat
Age: 42 moons
Rank: warden

EbonyLion is scared that no one will love them, from their perspective no cat likes them already or seems to trust her. And it always keeps her up at night that no cat will ever be able to become their mate. They wish just to be able to cuddle up to another cat at night and finally sleep in peace amongst their warmth. But with her nest seeming secluded compared to the other nests that seem to be bunched together for cold leaffrosts, she can't help but feel that the others are doing so on purpose.
After her punishment, cats were more distant from her, no one wanting to join in sharing tongues or going on hunts. That never worried EbonyLion as she knew they had reason to be wary. But if she had a cat that stayed at her side, everyone else would never bother her. But so far, no cats showed favour in her, and while she always said there were plenty of others and that she needed to be patient... She can never help but feeling the strong longing in her chest that no cat will want to be with her.
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[mongrel]

res w. a nonbinary cat named sootshade
worries most about themselves, has issues with caring about clan or connecting w. others

username: imaginary
cat's name: Sootshade [formerly: Sasha]
clan: Hollowclan
gender: non-binary (biologically female)
age: 50 moons
rank: warrior

prompt:
"It's for the better of the clan!" Brookstar snarled in the face of the bigger cat.

"And why do you expect me to care?" Sootshade replied, stepping forward to tower over their leader.

"You're a part of this clan - when you became part of this family, you agreed to do whatever possible to help the clan! What's different now?!"

"Listen, little cat, this ain't my family."

A tense pause between the two cats ensued. When tears began to swell in Brookstar's gentle blue eyes, there was a pang of remorse. But only for a second. They could see Brookstar's jaw tense as she tried to keep the tears from falling.

"Go take a walk, Sootshade."

A deep rumble began in the throat of the dark-pelted cat before they turned on their heel and left the carved-out hole that was Brookstar's den. They could sense the eyes of the small she-cat upon them as they stormed off, their steps heavy and full of frustration and bitterness.

Thoughts buzzed through the head of Sootshade as they walked, glaring at any cat who dared to look at them with the slightest bit of curiosity. Nearing the end of the camp, a rather strange notion came to them. Perhaps it would be beneficial if they had done what Brookstar had asked. But only to the clan. The most important thing here was not the clan, but themselves.

What kind of fool does she take me for? I will not possibly die to fulfill some damn "prophecy" from Starclan, mused Sootshade. What makes me so special? Not like I care about the clan anyway.

[Wileyfangs]

Username: Wileyfangs
Cat Name: Blackeye
Clan: Swampclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 81 moons
Rank: Elder

He worries about dying before Tornsight and the cats he'll leave behind

[mewmew.]

Username: mewmew.
Cat Name: Wind Under Dragonfly's Wings
Clan:
Gender: She-cat
Age:
Rank: Warrior

Leaving the Tribe of Roaring Peaks wasn't anything Wind Under Dragonfly's Wings ever thought about doing but when her dearest friend was called to leave the tribe and return home to her clan Wind followed. Leaving her clan was the hardest thing she has ever done especially knowing that she will never know how her Tribe is doing ever again. Her biggest fear is that her tribe will be completely wiped out. wip

[**Snowwhisper**]

Username: **Snowwhisper**
Cat Name: Bearheart
Clan: Frostclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 43 Moons
Rank: Warrior (Deputy after I level up)

What do they worry about most?

"I understand you concerns, Bearheart. Really I do, but the lynxes are gone, they aren't coming back." His leader sighed.

Bearheart, his tail twitching, agitated, paused for a moment before insisting, "We don't know that, they could return, and we need to be prepared." He stopped at his leader's look. But he somehow couldn't stop bringing it up from time to time but from the look Emberstar was giving him, he had brought it up one too many times this moon.

Emberstar stared at him, well more glared, and said in a forced calm, "I understand your worries, especially since you have first hand experience in the matter concerning the lynx family that inhabited our territory but I will reassure you, again, Bearheart. You don't need to worry about it, especially now since you are our deputy, you have other duties to attend to than worrying about something that won't happen again. I need your head on the hear and now, not up in the clouds about nonexistent lynx families. "

Bearheart winced at the stern notes in her voice and while he believed her, he couldn't just let it go, not when he bore the scars of the very family that haunted him. And so he began again, "But, Emberstar, I really think...."

"ENOUGH!" Emberstar finally snarled at him, her patience finally run out at his insistence. "This issues is over, done with, enough. I will not hear anymore about it and will not having you . Now about the apprentices and their trainig..."

Bearheart held his tongue and dropped the matter for now, not wanting to anger her further and continued with their discussion but in the back of his mind, he knew it wouldn't be the last time he brought it up.

[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Cat Name: Scorchgaze
Clan: Wishclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 51 Moons
Rank: Warrior




(He's refering to Ebonyfang, who would be his mate c:)

[aergia]

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⚜ aergia | thirty-nine moons | tom | OceanClan | warrior | worries about his clanmates

To an outsider, Ivybrook seems like a caring, somewhat overbearing cat who loves spending time with youngsters. Those who know him well know him as the worrywart he is.

Last quartermoon Ivybrook was convinced the twolegs in their strange thin nests were going to set giant dogs loose in the forest. They left less than two sunhighs later, taking their tiny white dog with them. The time before it was the loose stones at the edge of the riverbed. Before that it was some snakes at SeaCliff.

Currently, he was fixated on a tiny sapling, which simply must be a yew tree, waiting to grow deadly deathberries and kill the entire camp. The sapling was tiny, no more than a tail-length in height. Even the medicine cat, Embercloud, admitted she could not identify what it was yet, but that was not Ivybrook’s concern. He was convinced it was dangerous and would harm someone eventually if it wasn’t taken care of now. Right now.

“I’m telling you, it’s poisonous.” Ivybrook complaining to Sealstar. “I’ve seen lots of trees in my life, I can recognise a yew from across the ocean.”

“You don’t even know what’s across the ocean.” Tansypaw smirked.

“Look Ivybrook,” Sealstar sighed, “Embercloud seems to think it’s safe and I trust her judgement.”

“What? But what if–”

“Ivybrook!” Sealstar snapped. “It’s fine, you don’t need to worry so much all the time.”

“While I’m here, I was meaning to talk to you about that branch hanging over the apprentice’s den, it looks like it could snap any day now.”

“I’ll look at it later, think I just heard Embercloud calling for you?”

“Oh, okay, bye Sealstar!” he said before racing away to the healing den. Inside, Embercloud was sorting a pile of moss based on varying levels of dryness.

“You called?”

Embercloud had a puzzled look on her face before suddenly lighting up. “Oh yes! I figured out what our mystery tree is.” She disappeared and returned holding a branch of nettles, the exact same as the yew sapling.

“Watch out! It might have deathberries on it.”

Embercloud looked at him and then burst out laughing. “It’s from a fir! The sapling will grow into a fir tree, not a yew.”

Ivybrook still felt a bit weak in the paws but was relieved that OceanClan’s beloved medicine cat would not be dying today.

“Are you sure? Absolutely positive?” he asked, still slightly panicked

“I’m certain.” She reassured, her voice calming him and soothing his fur.

“Well, if you say so… I’m still not that convinced. Fir trees might be dangerous too, what if a kit sees it and tries to climb up, or an apprentice? Or a-”

“Ivybrook! You need to stop transferring your worries onto the whole clan. I know your life wasn’t always this calm, but you’re a part of OceanClan now and nothing bad is going to happen. No freak lightning storms, forest fires or floods. Everything is fine.”

“I guess.” Ivybrook said, not convinced.

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—note;; the strange thin nests were tents c:

[Schainukan]

Username: Schainukan
Cat Name: Yarrowfang
Clan: Slateclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 Months
Rank: Warrior

Yarrowfang, although appearing
rough and tough, is a thinker on
the inside. Wondering if his brash
behavior, he doesn't seem to be able
to stop nor change and which often gets
the best of him, might not just
negatively affect himself but
others around him.

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His greatest worry is driving important people in his life away due to his impulsive and rash-acting hot temper. Failing to form proper and meaningful relationships with his distancing potentials because of his tendency to lash out or rather snap at other cats without intending to.

[wolfpack12]

Username: wolfpack12
Cat Name: Batstorm
Clan: Crescentclan
Gender: tom
Age: 33 moons
Rank: warrior

Golden eyes stared out at the blackness in front of him. The only source of light the tom had, were the twinkling stars above him. As if the entire world had been sucked into a black hole. Leaving him to float alone in space. Except, he wasn't floating. Instead, he was glued to the ice cold ground. As if his entire body had been frozen in time. Normally this wouldn't be enough to unnerve him. But what did set him on edge, was what he was currently sitting on. Ice. Black ice, that seemed to stretch for miles on end. Yet, what lay beneath it, he didn't quite know.

" What are you worrying about?"

The tom didn't even need to glance over his shoulder, to know who the voice belonged to. The sudden drop in temperature, and the scent of decay were enough of an indicator. A dry chuckle escaped the tom's throat, as he closed his eyes. A cruel smirk slowly forming on his face." You have the nerve to ask, don't you?", he replied. His nose instinctively wrinkling in disgust, once the smell of death grew closer. It wasn't the first time that Batstorm's father had visited him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He just wished he didn't bring the smell with him.

" I'm your father, I'm allowed to know what's on my children's minds", came the reply.

At that, the tom snapped his eyes open. Golden eyes burning like miniature fires, as he turned to face the dark grey tabby. It took all of his will power, to not let his anger get the better of him. To not lash out, at the older tom. Considering that he knew it was exactly what the other wanted. His claws dug into the ground. Leaving little white lines, as if they were made out of chalk. Batstorm's anger then slowly dissolved into bitter amusement. As a crooked grin spread across his face.

" Oh, really?! Then since you've asked so 'politely', I'll tell you!", he replied, sarcastically. Almost insanely. As he once more sat down, to face the older tom. He didn't even know why he was telling his father. Especially after everything the older tom had done. But he needed to talk to someone, even if that someone happened to be a dark forest cat." I'm worried that I'm not strong enough to protect my clan", he admitted.

Batstorm didn't even need to look up, to see his father's unimpressed face. He could feel it." I wasn't strong enough to protect mum and Jadeheart, from being killed", he added. A silent snarl slowly forming on his face, as he looked at his paws. Unaware of the tears that were slowly falling down his cheeks." My clan is all I have left, now, and I'm scared... Scared of losing them, all because I wasn't strong enough to keep them safe from danger, that's what worries me the most, losing my family", he whispered.

[tragedy,]

username: positivitea
cat name: crowheart
clan: tangleclan
gender: male
age: 30 moons
rank: warrior

crowheart shuffled his paws. "gosh, i need to stop worrying"
he is always worrying that his mate, mottlemist is going to
die while having her kits. she isn't in best health and with
her expecting the kits, he hopes and worries they all survive.