[stormzien]

Username: kiffell
Name: Shortnight
Gender: she-cat
Age: 34 moons
Rank: warrior
Clan: https://kiffell-breezeclan.weebly.com/

Prompt:

Shortpaw hissed at the other cat. Blood smeared along her shoulders and forehead. "Best you scram pest!" Her high pitched voice squeaked, trying to sound intimidating.
"Whatever, I have better things to do than fight a wimpy apprentice like you." The hostile male apprentice sneered. "See you at the next gathering~!" He laughed as he retreated back to his clan.
Shortpaw hissed under her breath, "Never liked him anyways."
She wandered through the forest, stopping near a river to check herself out. Her bloodstained fur visible in the glass like river water. She looked at her legs and tail, her neck, shoulders, even her stomach and back. "No large cuts? Damn.." She muttered.
"I'm going to show him. If he sees that I got scars from this battle, he'll be scared of me then!" She declared to herself.

She slowly looked at her face in the river, and then hesitantly brought her claw up to her right eye. She closed her her eye, breathing in slowly, "Well..Here goes nothing.."



She brought her claw down on her eye, slicing it. She winced in pain, trying to shake it off. She peeked at herself in the river again, "Hecking. Awesome." She breathed out with a smile.
She turned and looked at her shoulder, smiling. She brought her claws up to it quickly, digging into her fur and skin to leave a large gash. The newly sliced skin bled quickly, making Shortpaw wince again.
She dipped herself in the river to wash out the two cuts she made before heading back on her way to the clan.

--

Shortpaw knew she was almost back at the clan, but she believed she needed one more little scar before she returned. She knew there was a detour to the clan through some thorn bushes, and thought it was perfect for another cut.
She bounded towards the thorn thickets and wandered in, hoping she would emerge with another cut or nick.
The path through the thorns was short, but by the end, she yelped in pain as her ear managed to get caught on some thorns. Tears pricked at her eyes as she hissed, "N-nice!"

--

"Shortpaw! Where were you?!" Swiftstar boomed as she entered the camp, head held high. "And what happened to you!"

She smiled, keeping her head up, "Reedpaw wandered into our territory again, and we had a pretty rough battle. Managed to get some cool scars out of it though!" Her voice laced with lies.

Swiftstar sighed, patting her back and nudging her towards the med-den, "Let's go. Bonemarrow is going to clean you up. You're covered in blood."

"Yup! I know!"

That'll show Reedpaw. I'm a Breezeclan warrior and that's never going to change!
(451 words)

[ajax.]

Username: Ajax.
Name: mink
Gender: tomcat
Age: 34 words
Rank: assassin
Clan: ThistleClan

Prompt:
The pointed tom was thrown aside by his opponent. He groaned in pain, his ear still stinging from the fact that only moments before being tossed into the arena two notches were taken out of it. He grimaced, dust clouding around him, his injury would likely get infected. But at the back of his mind, he knew that if he won this battle he would get it treated.
The mink-pointed tom hauled himself to his paws, dropping down once more to stare down his attacker, a large blue tom. He then charged the other cat, ducking away from their second attack to swipe aggressively at their flank. He was faster than the larger tom, who was staggering and stumbling from fatigue. He had clearly been a prisoner for longer than the smaller tom, who still had an abundance of energy in his limbs.
In his distracted nature, the other cat planted another hit. Mink had closed his eyes just in time to avoid losing one as the other tom's claw dug over his eyelid. He resisted the urge to cry out, but he instead tumbled backwards to get away for a few moments. He scrambled to his feet, shaking the dust out of his fur as cats around the pair cheered on their favourite cat. He heard most cats calling out the other's name "Bard" but he could pick out his own somewhere in there, and he smiled confidently to himself. He would show those cats that were betting against him that he was worth it.
Mink lunged forward again, snapping his jaws at the other cat. the other feline's thick fur kept him from doing too much damage, but it had begun to wear out the large blue tom and disorient him. His face stung, his vision blurry partially from the blood seeping into his left eye. Mink soon resorted to closing his one eye, better to have a lack of depth perception over blurry vision altogether.
He skidded around the large tom, swiping around at the toms hindquarters as he darted around them. he slipped under Bard and kicked out at his vulnerable underside, kicking him off balance.
Once he got out into the open once more, he lost sight of the large tom until a heavy weight fell on him. He yelped as pain flowered across his back before he was kicked aside.
His ear, he could deal with, his eye, he could also deal with.
"You messed up my pelt!!" The tom snarled, lunging forward once more with his claws unleashed. He hissed and spat as he revealed an onslaught against the larger tomcat, his eyes blazing as he felt the urge to win grow bigger. He needed a healer now, otherwise his injuries would become infected and he'd likely die.
---
The large tom dropped dead in front of Mink, whose sides heaved as he tried to catch his breath. The guards stepped forward, agreeing the smaller point won before Mink collapsed in exhaustion.
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[Hawky<3]

Username: hawky<3

Name: briarleap

Gender: male

Age: 21 moons

Rank: warrior

Clan: marshclan

"oh, these?" briarleap feigned shock at the question, as if he hadn't realized his own left ear was nearly torn off.
"got in a battle with a couple of fierce rogues. they nearly had me!" he turned his head, brandishing his scarred eye.
he closed his eyes, as if reminiscing the battle. "it was rough. a pair of 'em had me pinned and pummeled me like rain
hitting the ground. luckily, my strength and willpower came through and i kept at it! those rogues didn't stand a
chance once i got back up on my paws." briarleap's eyes opened and shone with a special kind of arrogance, glimmering
like the sun shining on a dewdrop. little did the other cat know... briarleap was lying as boldly as a fox. he hadn't gotten in
a fight. briarleap hasn't even ever been in a fight that big once in his life. briarleap had been out adventuring with
his sister as a young cat and gotten twisted in a patch of briars and thistles. instead of calming down to get out gently,
he flailed like a baby bird trying to take flight. the thorns dug through his skin and he ended up ripping out half of his fur,
leaving briarleap looking more similar to a fledgling bird than his sister. but... how would any cat view him as a strong,
noble, and brave if he had been defeated by a thornbush? (238 words)

[wolf ;;]

Username: wolf ;;
Name: Sunnypaw (Sunnycloud)
Gender: tom
Age: 11 moons
Rank: apprentice
Clan: rippleclan

Prompt: "Sunny, we aren't suppose to wander far!"

The tom glanced over his shoulder, bright eyes landing on the smaller, lean figure of his brother. A purr erupted from his throat at the concern etched across the other cats face. "You worry too much, bro!"

"Mother said-"

"Yeah, well mother isn't here right now," and she hadn't been for days is what was left unsaid. She had left with the promise that she would return with their sister, who had indeed wandered too far...only she never returned.

"Sun..."

"Moony, we can't just sit back and wait." the tom puffed his chest out - he had only been a kit when this particular event occurred. "We have to find them. Maybe the wild cats got a hold of them, they can't escape if they've been captured."

"But-" Moony's words fell on deaf ears it seemed, for his brother turned his back on him. His own blue eyes swirling with emotion. He didn't want Sunny to do this, they both knew of the dangers a wild cats territory provided.

If only he had been more demanding...but he knew he wasn't as brave as his brother. Sunny was just like the sun, blinding.

But it also hurt.

-----

Sunny would admit - he had no clue where he was going. Crossing the thunderpath from their twoleg home had been easy enough - and entering the swamp-forest had been easy, too.

But he was only a kit, he hadn't been here before, and he had heard plenty of stories about what happened to cats who got lost here.

They never got out.

But Sunny had promised to his brother. He would find his mother, his sister. He would fight for them, even if he didn't know how to fight. He didn't back down from a challenge.

A mistake.

He didn't know what had alerted his kit self to the other presence - it had moved close to him silently, slowly, that he hadn't noticed. Not until a low, threatening hiss entered his ears. A sound not like a cat...one that Sunny had never heard before.

Bristling his fur, the stocky kit turned, ready to face the threat head-on - but then he stopped, fear stilling his body.

Gaping jaws, glistening jagged teeth. Much like a log covered in scales and leather. Beady, slit eyes stared at Sunny as if he was prey. Another hiss escaped the looming predator - Sunny could faintly recall his mother telling the litter about these creatures - alligators.

So Sunny turned tail and ran, going back the way he came.

-----

But the time the small kit had arrived home, his brother fretting over him, night had fallen.

Sunny had been running on adrenaline, he hadn't noticed branches and thorns tugging on his pelt - or when he had rammed his shoulder into a jagged boulder. He hadn't noticed the way a low-hanging branch had torn his ear.

He hadn't noticed the wounds.

Well...they did say fear was a cats greatest motivator.

Fear had caused him to run.

[Shadowflight13]

Username: Shadowflight13
Name: Minkblaze
Gender: She-cat
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Cometclan

Prompt: "Back off," Minkpaw hissed, bushing up her fur to make herself look bigger. Around her the camp was in chaos, battles fought on every side as the rogues overran their defenses. The rogue facing her smirked.

"Give us the kittens back, love, and I will," he meowed smoothly, unsheathing his claws. Minkpaw glanced behind her, where two terrified kitten huddled under a fallen tree.

"No," Minkpaw meowed defiantly. "I won't move."



"Then I suppose I'll have to make you," the rogue sighed, and pounced. They tussled, and Minkpaw felt the rogue's claws slice through her shoulder. She dropped to the ground as the leg crumpled underneath her. The rogue smirked again, standing a few pawsteps away. "Learned your lesson yet?" he asked. Minkpaw gritted her teeth and pushed herself back to her paws, claws curled into the ground to hold herself steady.

"I'm a slow learner," Minkpaw yowled as she charged the rogue head on. He brought one paw lazily up and swiped. Blinded by the pain over her eyes, she kept charging forward anyway, sinking her claws into the tom's exposed chest. Her momentum barreled him over and they fought once more. Minkpaw's back paws found his exposed belly and kicked with claws out. She felt the rogue bite at her ear, nicking the tissue, but she kept on clawing.

By the time they broke apart again, it wasn't just Minkpaw who looked worse for wear. The rogue was panting hard, and she knew the wounds she'd left on his pelt were stinging.

"Give it up, kid," the rogue growled, sounding annoyed now. "I won't be soft on you next time. Give me the kits!"

"No!" Minkpaw meowed, defiant once more. "I would never allow kits back into the paws of an abuser like you." Behind her, the kits watched with wide eyes as the apprentice once again charged at the rogue, claws outstretched. He dodged her first strike, but before he could retaliate a cry went out from the other side of the camp.

"Retreat!" one of the rogues yowled, already running. Others followed his example, their battered pelts streaking out of camp with warriors hard on their tails. Minkpaw glowered at the rogue in front of her, daring him to attack again while his companions fled around him. In the end he spat on the ground in front of her and ran with the others.

Minkpaw kept her fur bushed for as long as he was in sight, then lay down with a thud next to the two kits. "You're safe now," she told them, her leg throbbing. "If he comes back I'll shred him."

Two moons later, she was given the warrior name Minkblaze in honor of her bravery and ferocity, and with the scars to prove it.

(462 words)

[Meoauniaea]

Username: Toomin
Name: Atanvi-tsulli (Sullyray; Tsullipaw, Sullykit)
Gender: Male
Age: 62 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Clan: ElmClan

Prompt: [70 words]
Tsulli got his scars fighting an eagle who swooped down and tried to take away his first apprentice. He jumped on top of the apprentice to protect them and nearly lost his own life in the process thanks to the eagle's wicked sharp talons. ElmClan's med cat was able to nurse him back to health; however, he was left with permanent scarring on his neck and ears because of it.

[Chimericect]

Username: Chimericect
Name: Coyote
Gender: Male
Age: 20 moons
Rank: Berserker
Clan: Tribe of Sunstruck Souls

Prompt:

Dont hold back. Don’t have mercy. That is the way of the tribe. The second you show weakness is the second they strike, the second they get you down.

Coyote, just like any young apprentice, was groomed towards being a Berserker. Fighting is the life of the tribe; once you’ve shown weakness you’re cast into the lower ranks. No exceptions.

—
“Are you ready for the Arena battle?”

The two competitors shared a glance, then nodded in unison. Coyote against Sleet; his own sister. Fate was cruel in the tribe, it constantly put siblings against siblings, friends against friends. He heard a faint “Good luck, brother.” come from his sister.

Coyote grunted. This was not the place to be nice. Still, he gave her a playful grin.

“Begin”

No time was wasted before the two leapt towards one another, full force. He could feel his claws rake through the flesh on her back, and her teeth sink into his shoulder. He snarled and eventually pushed her off of him, causing her to skid across the ground.

“Brother, You would watch me be exiled? We could both become Berserkers, we can both-“

“No.” Coyote snapped. He lunged towards her, fully intending on ending the fight. This would be it.

“Not that easy.” Sleet spat, using her hind legs to launch him to the side. She was quick. He was dazed. Before he was aware of what was happening, he felt an intense pain rip across his back. He screeched in anger and pain and began to swipe blindly. The pain they spread to his ear, blood soon staining his vision. With all the force he had left, he blindly lunged at Sleey and pinned her down, making sure she couldn’t move. Without a second thought, he snapped at her own ear, maiming her as she had to him.

“I have seen enough.” The leader announced. “We are finished here. Coyote will become a Berserker; Sleet, you have the option to try again come next time, or live in exile.”

Coyote smirked as he licked the blood that tripped from his muzzle. His sister flared at him, but there was nothing she could do now. After all, you don’t hold back, and you don’t have mercy. That is the way of the tribe. The second you show weakness is the second they strike, the second they get you down.

[AstroCat]

Username: AstroCat
Name: Houndchaser
Gender: Tom
Age: 35 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: The Clan of the Woods

Prompt:
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Houndchaser lived in the city when he was young. His mother never bothered to name him, but he didn't mind. He lived a solitary life in the city, as he was a large, intimidating cat that could roam the streets unchallenged. As time passed, he noticed that not every cat was as lucky to be as big and strong as he was. The strong preyed on the weak in the city, and Houndchaser knew he had to do something about it.

He patrolled the streets, and whenever he noticed an injustice he would correct it. When a large tomcat tried to bully a smaller cat he would step in. When a mother cat's food was stolen he chased down the thief and pummeled him until he promised to never steal again. And so Houndchaser made a name for himself as a hero of the city streets, though he still didn't have an actual name. Until one fateful day.

A large dog had escaped some human's home and was terrorizing a small camp of cats. Houndchaser knew he had to do something, even if it meant giving up his life to protect the others. The dog had cornered a kitten by the time Houndchaser arrived. Wasting no time, he unsheathed his claws and flung himself recklessly at the large beast. The dog yelped in pain as Houndchaser's claws dug into its back. It snapped viciously at the tom until it was able to latch onto his shoulder and rip him off its back.

Houndchaser landed on the ground with a thud but instantly jumped back on his paws. The wound on his shoulder was burning in pain, and a scratch under his eye was bleeding enough to restrict his vision. He had to think fast. Then, he noticed that the dog was wearing a chain collar. That was it!

As another loner distracted the dog, Houndchaser gathered the last of his strength and leaped back on the dog's back. He grabbed the chain collar in his mouth and pulled it tight around the dog's neck. The dog immediately panicked, wildly trying to throw Houndchaser off his back. But he held on, until at last the dog's strength seemed to be fading. He released his grip on the dog and jumped to the ground, nipping at the dog's heels as he chased it off.

From that day forward he was known as Houndchaser. He was a force to be reckoned with, and he had the scars to prove it.

[Wileyfangs]

Username: Wileyfangs
Name: Fiercecackle
Gender: She-cat
Age: 78 moons
Rank: Elder
Clan: Swampclan

Prompt:
It was well past sunset when the rains finally stopped and the mangroves groaned with the added weight of the water. Fiercecackle was still young back then, her eyes clearer than ever. She'd slipped out of the warrior's den after Tornsight and Blackeye returned from evening patrol. The rush of water washed over her fur as she dove down into the murky darkness, holding her breath becoming something akin to second nature. Powerful paws churned as she moved up to the surface and she took a lungful of the crisp, cool air when she reached it.

A look around told her she was alone and she shivered a bit at that knowledge before swimming for the out edges of the camp's shoreline. Like an otter, she leaped out from the water and with a quick shake of her fur, she made her way briskly along the sandy as it pressed down under paw. A glance up at the sky told her she still had time. Perhaps.

The dark brown she-cat sighed as her mind warred with her heart. 'Why am I even thinking about doing this?' she wondered in bewilderment. 'If Turtlestar finds out I'm good as dead!' But the young she-cat could not allow for things to continue on as they had, not when Moorclan had lost so many to the storm. She could only hope she wasn't too late and with that thought in mind, she carried into a brisk trot unaware of a pair of pale green eyes following her as they followed after her, keeping close to the shadows.

"You ought to stop while you're ahead," A dark growl sounded from the bushes beside her just as she was about to set paw across the territory. A shudder ran down her spine and she bit back a growl.

"Trouttail..." From the darkness, a silvery grey tabby emerged and Fiercecrackle's eyes narrowed in on her. "What do you want?"

"To know what you think you're doing, half-breed!" Came the vicious snarl as Trouttail stalked up to her baring her fangs. Fiercecackle met her outraged eyes calmly.

"I'm doing what's right."
"You're giving our prey to our enemies!"
"Our enemies who are dying!"

"Then let them die!" The cry rang out as the she-cat threw herself at Fiercecackle. Snarls and hisses filled the night sky as the two tussled and tossed about, claws flashing in the light of the moon. Trouttail had a good grip at on her ear, and Fiercecackle snarled loudly as she swiped her claws along her muzzle. With a heavy swipe to the neck, Fiercecackle spat and kicked the she-cat away.

"They're our family!" The sheer hatred in Trouttail's gaze tore into her heart as the silver tabby snarled at her, beaten and tired.
"They abandoned us! And if you do this, you abandon us too."

The words struck a chord in her but as her shoulder bled and her ear stung she met Trouttail's gaze firmly.
"They are us." [496 words]

[Alucardigan]

Username: Alucardigan
Name: Cormorant
Gender: male
Age: 58 moons
Rank: loner (for now)
Clan: Valin Enclave

Prompt:



Comorant took in Ptarmigankit when she was still very small and young, and he takes his job as a father extremely seriously - he sprang into action the moment someone threatened his kit. He wears his scars proudly, a reminder of his staunch protectiveness of his daughter.

edit: forgot white tail tip