[peaxhy]

Username;; ove
Cat Name;; Young Creek
Gender;; female
Age;; 19 moons
Clan;; Breezeclan
Rank;; deputy

Prompt;; wip

[Shadowflight13]

Username;; Shadowflight13
Cat Name;; Nettleclaw
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 41 moons
Clan;; Cometclan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;

"I was a scrappy young cat at the time, all whiskers and ears. I'd had a rough time of it, travelling all over the place. Skin practically hanging off my bones, I was so hungry. Had more than my fair share of nicks and bruises, too. Must've looked quite the wreck. But I suppose there must have been something endearing about it, or at least pitiable.

Anyhow, I ended up outside some twoleg building, looking for scraps. Some old female twolegs spotted me, and I thought I was done for. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, unless I wanted to jump in among the garbage, and I wasn't that low. But instead, one of them sat on the ground and started crooning at me, and the other went back inside to get a can of kittypet food. Sat it down on the ground for me to eat. Now, you have to understand, I was starving. Prefer finding my own food than getting handouts, but when you're that hungry you take what you can get. Wasn't half bad, either. Little oily, though.

Anyway, I hung around those old twolegs for awhile. They kept feeding me, so I stayed around. Even let em pat me a bit, and clean me up. I let myself get pampered for awhile, but the wanderlust wouldn't let me stay forever. I was almost sad to leave them, but it wasn't my place to say. Hope they found themselves another cat, one with paws less itchy than me." [251 words]

[ajax.]

Username;; Ajax
Cat Name;; StumpyBee
Gender;; tomcat
Age;; 134 moons
Clan;; ThistleClan
Rank;; elder

Prompt;;
"What story are you going to tell today?" Yarrow asked the pale tom as he curled his fluffy tail around his paws.
"hmm I was thinking maybe one of my journeys through the stand-ups clan."
The shecat's eyes widened. "Really!?" She exclaimed, perking her ears forward.
"Yes, now quiet down. Let me think of one of my travels."
"Ah yes, I was maybe forty moons, still quite young, traveling through a city.
Now that i remember, it was very cold, not much snow left but still rainy and gross." StumpyBee scrunched up his nose to help show his disgust. "I needed to find a dry place to sleep."
"I stumbled on the plump homecat by the name of Sadie, she was very friendly and offered me to stay in her house, which always had a window open--."
"--What's a window?" Yarrow asked with a tilt of her head.
"Er its a hole in the side of a stand-up den with a hard cover to keep bugs out, but sometimes they open it." He explained.
"Now where was I? Ah yes, I got in through the window to their den and slept in that room for the night, but when I woke up it had been closed and i was trapped in the house!"
Yarrow gasped, flattening her ears as she looked around at the surrounding area.
"I was trapped, turns out Sadie just needed a friend and her owner hadn't had the chance to get another cat, so she lured me into there." He flattened his ears, his claws unsheathing briefly before he sheathed them again to hide them from Yarrow.
"But, i was lucky, there was a window that was open a smidge upstairs, i barely managed to squeeze through because i was still quite chubby back then"
"Then what happened!"
"Then i was stuck on the roof. with no way off and had to live there for awhile."
"Really!?"
The tom laughed. "No i climbed down a tree and continued on my way, but Sadie was very sad. Now run along, your mother is looking for you"
[349 words]

[Only_Sky]

Username;; Only_Sky
Cat Name;; Rock
Gender;; Male
Age;; 36 moons
Clan;; Fogclan
Rank;; Loner / Warrior

Prompt;; " One of my weirdest experiences in human town has to be the time I met a purebred. "
" What's a.. purebred? "

" During one of my visits to the town, I came across a very peculiar looking molly. Her face appeared to flat, as though.. I don't know, she had run into a fence, or a wall, and her face had been squished. Her eyes bulged out like a frog's, and she her breathing was snorty, like a dog's, she was the ugliest cat I had ever seen! " As he spoke, the cats around him seemed to cringe and stare in awe at his description, shocked and sceptical of the traveler's story.

" I know it may seem like a simple tale, my friends, but it's true! Her name was Libby, and she claimed that she was considered very beautiful by the humans. Apparently, humans like to pair cats together that look different from normal cats, in hopes of making kits that look like their odd parents. They're called purebreds, because they are bred to be pure. I'm a little foggy on what details Libby gave me, but I can tell you, it was weird. "

The cats surrounding him simply stared in disbelief, and his whiskers twitched with amusement. " Wow, she must have been ugly. Who would think that was attractive? " One of the apprentices piped up, wrinkling his nose is disgust.

" Hey now, don't be nasty, especially to someone you don't know. " Rock scolded the young molly, staring her down. " Libby was a lovely cat, she let me stay with her during times of snow and storms. Anyhow, she also told me about these things called 'shows', they're sort of like gatherings of kittypets, and their humans like to groom them and put weird human things like bows on, whatever those are. "

" Do you think you'll ever see her again? " One of the warriors asked. Pausing his story for a moment, Rock frowned lightly and remained silent for a few seconds before replying. " I'm not sure. I'll never forget her, and I do hope that perhaps someday we see eachother again. "

[notwearingsocks]

username;; scarlet_wolf
cat name;; fishfin
gender;; tom
age;; thirty-eight moons
clan;; gorgeclan
rank;; medicine cat

prompt;;
fishfin's hind claws scrabbled against the wooden fence that the twolegs had erected, his efforts sending wooden chips that became dislodged raining down against the grassy floor beneath him.
the thick scent of catmint drove him onwards; someone was relying on him, relying on the precious herbs that lay just on the other size of the blockade, growing fiercely in this twoleg garden.
fishfin wobbled atop the thin fence, his tail lashing to keep his balance as he peered down with vibrant orange eyes, his pupils almost consuming all of the color in the darkness.
his paws hit the springy dirt below, the soft thump echoing between the sides of the fence. there it was. he picked up a large quantity of catmint delicately, taking care not to pierce the leaves with his sharp upper canine teeth.
a snarl erupted from the yard. a massive dog, head held low, prowled from the tiny shelter that it had been drowsing in.
it did not seem happy to have been woken up.
with a sudden gruff bark, the dog shot off after fishfin, who squawked, whirling around and launching himself onto the fence once more, but ―
teeth sank into his shoulder. he wailed, whirling, swiping his claws against the dog's face, the canid letting out a yelp that echoed fishfin's. the black-and-brown dog released fishfin on instinct, though it's lip was still curled back, it's teeth still bared and a growl rumbling through it's chest.
fishfin bounded the rest of the way up the fence, terror making him faster than he might have been before; he paused atop the fence, and the dog flung it's body towards the cat, though couldn't quite reach.
chest heaving, fishfin realized with a start that he still had the catmint clenched between his teeth.
he vowed, then, that he would never return to another twoleg place, but ―
this trip would be worth it, once the precious catmint healed the molly he'd left behind, who was ill with greencough.
[ 334 words ]

[/trainwreck/]

Username;; /Trainwreck/
Cat Name;; Jazz
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 46 Moons
Clan;; HurricaneClan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;
Jazz began to pad into the familiar streets of New Orleans, the sharp and tangy smell of the French quarter hit the roof of his mouth a little more suddenly than he would have liked. No matter how much time he spent here in the Two-leg place, his senses would always prefer the earthy smells of the bayous in which he lived.
Jazz was sent to the French Quarter for a specific purpose. Mardi Gras promised wonderful foods of all different kinds of flavors. From sweet soft breads to the mouth watering bowls of crawfish. It was HurricaneClan's favorite time of the year. Full bellies and good eats were in season.
The loud and obnoxious sounds of Bourbon Street loomed overhead. The pungent smells were so strong that they nearly covered up entire scents of the two-leg food he sought after. The creatures were everywhere, littering the street like the trash they left behind and crowded into these dens. A few small sparrows were pecking at a yellow crispy stick on the ground, fighting over it. They were oblivious to the two-legs around them. Jazz scanned the area, searching for two-leg sweets. He started down the road, seeing a group of two-legs getting up from where they sat, laughing and smiling. On the table was a backet of sweet smelling fried dough they left behind.
Bengiets... Jazz speculated, walking over toward the den. He looked up to the leaving two-legs with bright eyes and kicked his purring in. The two-legs stopped in their tracks, careful not to step on him. A gray haired two-leg turned and tossed him a bengiet, dusting her paws off on dress from the white powder that covered them. Jazz snatched it up and ran.

He had completed his mission.

[~HєуRєι~]

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[synastry]

Username;; synastry;
Cat Name;; Riverfoot
Gender;; Male
Age;; 45 moons
Clan;; Streamclan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;
Riverfoot used to have twoleg owners. He never really considered himself a kittypet, considering he was always outside. Usually he would be hunting, sometimes never being seen by his twolegs for multiple days. Once, when he was a bit younger, he'd wandered so far from where he lived, he actually had started to think he was lost.
With all of the monsters around, keeping track of scent trails could be extremely difficult. He had heard rumors from the other kittypets that if you traveled far enough, you could see and smell traces of wild cats. Some said they were savages, and that crossing into their territory would get you killed. Others said they had actually encountered one once, and that they would never forget that experience.
Riverfoot, being the epitome of "curiosity killed the cat" decided to try and find one of these cats. Setting out after a meal from his twolegs, it took Riverfoot, previously Smoky, two days to even get to where he could start looking for them. On his last day, however, there were twolegs about who were keen on catching cats without twolegs. Turns out the collar Riverfoot had was there for an actual reason. So, whenever those twolegs were around, it ended in Riverfoot being chased all the way into the woods by those twolegs. He had no idea as to why they wanted him that badly, and figured they'd be waiting for him outside of the woods. He was basically trapped, but in a good way, because it got him a step closer to finding the 'savage' cats.

[~HєуRєι~]

Pardon the lateness again! Lost track of time TvT Anyway, this competition is now closed to edits and new forms and will be judged within the week.

[~HєуRєι~]

The energy in this tale and the names for different objects made this form very entertaining. Congrats!

Username;; Placebo
Cat Name;; Mallowpaw (Mallowhop)
Gender;; Female
Age;; 9 moons
Clan;; Floodclan
Rank;; Apprentice (Future Trader)

Prompt;;

Haha, sucker!

"Get back here, you little rat!"

Pavement pounded under her paws as Mallowpaw sped to escape her pursuers. The stolen slab of meat in her mouth flapped against her chest and threatened to slow her down, but she had never felt more alive! The old fatty, Tulane, was way slower than even her slowest speed, but—

Yikes!

Mallowpaw whipped her tail closer to her body in shock at the sudden pain as hairs flew from her tail tip. The fastest rogues were gaining on her. She didn't dare look back as she sped up. Her chest heaved in exertion.

But, the mean city leader seemed to have recruited some fresher blood this season. Faster blood at that. Oh, mousedung, she should've listened to her mentor and stayed close to the rendezvous site.

Another spike of adrenaline ran through her as she felt the sensation of breath at her heels. Oh, foxdung—

Wait, up ahead! Open doors on the thunderpath!

Mallowpaw took a leap of faith.

And landed in... on... a metal twoleg contraption. She barely noticed the doors close behind her. The meat slab slipped from her mouth as she looked down in confusion. She looked up, and a twoleg face stared down at her. Mallowpaw shrunk back, picked up the slab, and slunk under squishy logs to escape its gaze.

Curiosity won out in the end, because Mallowpaw jumped up onto one of the soft logs and stared out the transparent barrier. She laughed at the sight of Tulane's lackeys slowly receding into the distance.

Well. May as well enjoy this for now. Mallowpaw would wait until the doors opened up again on this odd twoleg beast. Her escape method worked yet again. And her mentor said she couldn't navigate the city.

----

A quarter moon later for another training trip into the twoleg city, Mallowpaw pawed at a piece of an odd gray twoleg sheet on the ground. On the surface was black scribbles, but also...

A picture of a cat on a squishy log. Huh, it looked alot like her too.

Eh, whatever. Twolegs are weird.

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