[~Trompy]

Oh man, I really stink at poems but I am in love with this cutie XD

[denja]

the shadow approaches,
in the form of a long-forgotten power
a fairytale beyond recognition,
justice, at it’s rightful hour.
perhaps, this is where your story shall end.


hollysnap ⋆ female ⋆ thirty moons old
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[ poem ]

forever pondering whens
and wheres,
the feline stumbles onwards,
masked with unspoken
despairs.

something of a promise perhaps,
dwindles with unrivaled purpose.
i will find my place in this world
or else rot alongside it.

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with a coat of black,
the essence of coal
and all it’s sour bringing
she wanders onwards,
without meaning.

is it an omen?
a time worth fleeing?
or is it the moment
the clans have craved?

a feline with the mask,
of mortal graces,
a gait worthy of ghosts,
only worth high praises.

she peers and wonders,
over our shoulders.
should i go on?
am i making the right choices?

travelling onwards, in the dead of night
whispers mask her every step.
the stories of old foretold your coming,
they say.
you are mistaken,
she rivals.
only, she is not sure.

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ＡＬＬ ＴＨＡＴ ＩＳ ＬＩＶＩＮＧ？
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warrior of fickleclan

⋆ denja ⋆

[sylveonsweetie987]

username: sylveonsweetie987
cat name: Fangdark
gender: Male
age: 53 moons
clan: Honeyclan
rank: Warrior

prompt:
The fanged cat wandered through the deep dark,
wondering how he'd lost himself here.
He heard the sleek shadows calling "Hark! Hark!"

He mused to himself that this was some lark.
Feeling his spine tingling with fear,
the fanged cat wandered through the deep dark.

The situation seemed to him quite stark.
Every burnt tree seemed a symbol of drear.
He heard the sleek shadows calling "Hark! Hark!"

If only he had some witty remark,
to bring his cold self a little good cheer...
The fanged cat wandered through the deep dark.

He desperately searched for some sort of mark,
to show him there was another cat near.
He heard the sleek shadows calling "Hark! Hark!"

He only wished to be once more with Shark,
his sweet, loving mate whom he held so dear.
The fanged cat wandered through the deep dark.
He heard the sleek shadows calling "Hark! Hark!"

a villanelle whoa

extras:
Halifax yelled to the camp of rogues, "All fighters gather here! It's time."
Ander walked over. He knew what today was- his fighter ceremony! As an trainee and a kit, he hadn't ever been allowed to watch one of these ceremonies. But now he was going to be in one! He didn't really know what it was, of course. But certainly it would be amazing!
Halifax led the group through the forest to a small beach. Ander could hardly contain his excitement. The black, fanged cat
(WIP)

[Oceanfosh]

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Male
17 seasons and 1 moon
(52 moons)
Warrior

"Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn."xx

Cats of the Whispering WoodxxxxxOceanfoshxxxxxx

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xxxxxRed was splashed against all objects surrounding
the tiny black cat. A little larger dilute calico lay in
front of it, her neck fur stuck up in spikes and drenched
in the dark red. The night was purely silent after her dying
screech, even the stars gazing down with disproval. The
moon offered little light, only a slit in the sky. No wind
was blowing the bushes, no rustle from a lizard in the
grass darting for the cover of a tree. The only thing that
could be heard was the tiny black cat with its small, shaky
breaths. It was no older than a kit, gazing down at the cat
that lay in front of it with an emotionless face impossible to
see under the night’s lighting. It looked up towards the moon,
it’s eyes dull. The low light that the claw in the sky offered
revealed two sharp fangs from the kit’s mouth. Trying to
force itself to stop shaking from the cold air, it slid into even
darker shadows offered by a clump of bushes and ferns.
xxxxxA sudden breeze blew the kit’s fur upwards and hid the
sound of approaching pawsteps. An older she-cat, a dilute
calico like the one that was on the ground, called a name.
“Lily? It’s time to come in now, it’s dark.” Her call split the
silence, and suddenly a tense feeling fell over the air like
a blanket. The she-cat drew closer to the calico on the
ground, her gaze lowering and landing on it.
“L-Lily…?” Her voice was quieter and shakier now that she
approached the cat. She stopped behind it with the red
splattered across the small area within her eyesight. She
repeated the name twice before examining the cat,
realization becoming clear to her. She continued to repeat
the name of her kit, each getting louder and more desperate
than the last. Eventually, it was just a screech.
“LILY!” It was the cry of a mother losing her only kit.

What could stand against such a feeble plea?
A whisper, a flicker, a splinter under feet?
Something is calling, something is brighter.
Brighter than my soul it is! Black fur won’t get lighter.

Why does the night have nothing to hide?
Angels, demons, following my side?
The raven calls, the raven whispers.
Within the silent night it sits, perched upon my whisker.

There is no difference between angel and demon?
Starclan, the angel’s no better than carrion?
A flicker of hope, a speck of light.
It all fades in the dark of night.

What is sharper than a needle?
Claws, teeth, or the peaceful?
They have no goal, they follow with meaning.
They’re nothing but a splinter in my being.

Why do the souls collect behind me?
I’ve said so many times, please, I'm sorry?
But maybe I’m the one with no mercy inside,
considering I’m the reason that you all died.

Those endless flames rage in the night!
Set by the bird with the darkest sight.
But how does a raven start a fire?
It becomes one with the sabertooth tiger.
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xxxxxThis was the sign to the black fanged kit, who then turned and began to stalk away. The small size of the kit meant that there were no traces left behind, no pawsteps or sounds. The winding and thin trail through the woods was as quiet as the clearing where the calico kit had been killed, though the undergrowth began to get thicker with every step. The kit stopped and looked around as if it had heard something. There was nothing, however, but a black bird in the tree above which caught the kit’s attention. A thought ran through its head as it stared into the black bird’s eyes.

Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn.

The kit knew very little about the bird, about the forest, about the world. But still it felt an eerie form of understanding, as if it had known what it had just done and known what the bird meant. Its eyes brightened, if even for a second, before the kit dropped its gaze. However, the thought repeated in its mind as it continued to walk.
The scene changed.
The kit was older now, its ears wideset and fur short. His eyes were made of copper, and the reflection of the light from the water danced within them. He gazed at the water through narrowed eyes from a distance, forcing his tail still. The tiger cats had given him an order to kill a seal mink caliby with pale blue eyes, and that was the one and only reason that he was crouching in such a wet place.
xxxxxHe was named Killer by the shadow cats; it was what he was, after all. They had found the tiny fanged kit alone in the woods, abandoned by its own mother, and had taken it in because of its fangs and used for their power. Now he watched the water, awaiting not only the cat but for the sun to set behind him. The tiger cats had informed him that they would guide the feline into his paws, where he could then allow those moments to be the cat’s last. No cat spoke of it, but the last time Killer was told to kill this cat he was unable to find it. In reality, he had seen the kit with a black and white kit and a brown tabby playing a parent role and couldn’t bring himself to kill it. Since then, the tiger cats would bring his victim to him. Finally, as the sky began to grow purple and gold, Killer spotted the caliby. She was much larger than when she was a kit, casting a wary glance back at the forest behind her before continuing with an irritated look on her face. However, the caliby walked along the other side of the water, a pond, which was not surrounded by trees and headed for a human den.
xxxxxSlightly irritated, Killer stood up. He watched the cat disappear before following, stopping when a cat came out from behind a tree. He was an apricot tabby, his stripes forming swirls. There was a locket of white on his chest, and his eyes were a copper much darker than Killer’s. He looked suspiciously at the fanged cat, but his tail remained still.
“Hello! I should probably warn you that we Cats of the Whispering Wood do not like strangers on our territory. Also, you should probably stay away from the border behind the large pond you were at. There are tiger cats past there, and they aren’t great.” His voice was friendly, though his gaze did not match. It was the first time Killer had ever heard the tiger cats described as ‘not great’. Before he could respond, a black and white ghost tabby with heterochromia approached.
“Emberflight, you’re supposed to be helping Tailsage right now,” His voice stopped short, green and blue eyes landing on Killer. “Who’s this?” The apricot tabby, Emberflight, shrugged.
“Don’t know. He was watching Swiftstar from the pond and I wasn’t sure how to approach…” He trailed off before stepping back. “I’ll let you handle it, Blackfoot.”
xxxxxThe black and white ghost tabby named Blackfoot gave Emberflight a small nod before stepping forward.
“State your name.” He said, meeting Killer’s gaze. Killer, however, did not respond right away. He knew that not only was he being watched by the tiger cats, but also that if he told these cats his name then he wouldn’t be able to get to the caliby.
“Raven.” He lied, the black bird coming to mind in his search for a name.
“Raven,” Blackfoot repeated. “And what business do you have with our leader?”
“I…” Killer couldn’t answer that. Moments later, the caliby reappeared from the human den.
“What’s taking you two so long? Tailsage is going to yell at you if you take any longer, and I don’t want to listen to that.” She growled, though it wasn’t long before her gaze fell on Killer as well. If she recognized the cat at all then she didn’t show it.
“Swiftstar, this cat was watching you from behind the large pond.” Blackfoot said.
“Might be from the tiger cats…” Swiftstar, the caliby, yawned. “Wait, he’s black. Eh, they might keep a black cat. I mean, they have a silver cat for their leader.”
xxxxxHer name was Swiftstar. He would have preferred to not know the name of his victim, though now he did. A shiver crept up Killer’s spine as he thought of what the tiger cats would do to him when they find out he’d have to abandon his task.
“I-I’m not! I had a run in with them o-once, and they… were very dangerous! I’d never be one of them!” He said, suddenly aware of the tiger cat’s gazes burning into his pelt.
“Then why are you here?” Blackfoot demanded.
“I… Well I actually… Well… I want to join your group!”

It was fading from his mind.
The scene faded.
The world faded.
Only one thing remained.
That bird from seasons before that had been in that tree upon the death of that kit remained.
And it wouldn’t let him forget.

Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn.

Raven’s Whisper awoke to those words chanting in his head. He was panting, laying on the carpet as the orange sky of dawn just finished turning blue. Emberflight, the apricot tabby, was perched on the edge of the couch.
“Raven, you okay?” He asked. Raven’s Whisper’s name was actually Ravenwhisper, though he preferred it separated. Emberflight had accepted that and instead just used Raven.
“Yea, I’m fine.” Raven’s Whisper nodded in reply, getting up and stretching. He glanced around warily before heading for the exit. Emberflight leapt down from the couch and followed.
“You going hunting?” The apricot tabby asked as he followed Raven toward the east border. The fanged cat nodded in reply.
“You can come hunt too if you want.” He invited, and Emberflight agreed. They eventually approached the trees, looking for prey.

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Raven could hardly speak around the bird he was carrying, and Emberflight struggled to carry the squirrel and mouse. Eventually, they were able to place down the prey among the rest of the pile. Emberflight sighed.
“Today was a good day for hunting!” He exclaimed, and Raven nodded. His mind wandered back to his dream for just a moment, and a shiver ran up his spine. The words repeated in his head, over and over and over. Suddenly feeling exhausted, he turned and padded outside.
xxxxxRaven found a dry spot under the sun and collapsed, unsure why he was so tired. The sun was in the middle of the sky now, though the hunt wasn’t too hard.He stared up at the blue on the horizon, no thought running through his mind. But even as he didn’t think as he stared blankly at the sky, something felt off; and it was. Everything faded, and Raven let his head rest on the ground. It was now a plain black, no light reflecting on the fanged cat’s eyes. His pupils dilated, though still they could not catch a glimpse of light. It was nothing.
“You’re fire.” A voice said.
“No, he’s worse than fire. Fire actually helps.” Another voice said.
“Helps what?” Another voice.
“It gets rid of trees and makes room for new ones.” The second voice said.
“So are we the old trees or the new trees?” Another voice added.
“We must be the old trees. But if we are the old trees, who are the new trees?” The second voice asked.
No voice answered. Raven shook his head, muttering ‘no,’ repeatedly. Eventually, cats faded into view.
Lily, the first cat he killed.
A solid, sleek black cat.
Another black cat, one with a single white paw.
A red mink cat.
Raven could go on for days listing all the cats he sees, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to. Suddenly he sat up, the moon and stars in the sky.
xxxxxBiting back a screech, Raven jumped up and dashed for the camp; a transparent cat intercepted him, walking in his path.
“Killer, where are you going? We have to talk to you, but you always run.” It was the black cat with a white paw. The cats surrounded him, and Raven would not be able to run for the camp even if he tried. He was shaking, the cats surrounding him all adult even if they died a kit.
“Why are you scared? What are you scared of?” Lily hissed. “We should be the ones scared of you!” The cats nodded in agreement. Tonight, it was only the four cats, but there were more. They were waiting.
“My name isn’t Killer anymore.” Raven hissed, still shaking.
“Really? Then what are you? You are a killer, right?” The solid black cat said.
“He should hear our names; it isn’t nice to kill without knowing the poor cats’ names, am I wrong?” The red mink cat pointed out.
“Good idea. He already knows me, but I’ll start. I’m Lily.” The dilute calico said.
“I’m Smoke.” The black cat with a white paw paid.
“I’m Crow.” The solid black cat said.
“I’m Dawn.” The red mink said.
“No!” Raven shrieked. “No, I don’t want to hear your names! Leave me alone!”
xxxxxAn apricot tabby stepped out into the moonlight, a pale gray cast over his brightly colored fur.
“Raven? You’re going to wake up Swiftstar if you stay as loud as that.” Emberflight said once he saw the fanged cat acting as if he were surrounded by dogs. Dawn looked up with wide eyes.
“You…” She growled. “You can not kill him! I won’t allow you to kill Ember!”
“I don’t want to kill anyone!” Raven cried, ignoring the apricot tabby in the background. “I don’t want to kill Swiftstar, Blackfoot, Stormface, Emberflight, anyone!” As Raven was yowling, Emberflight turned and disappeared into the camp. A few minutes later he returned with a cinnamon calico following him. Tailsage, the calico, approached Raven, and whacked him in the head.
xxxxx“Emberflight, get the thyme, it’s over there.”
“This one?”
“No, the one to the right of that.”
“This one?”
“Yes, bring it over.” Raven’s mind was foggy, the voices breaking through the silence. He twitched, his vision returning. When the fanged cat tried to get up, a solid white paw forced him back down.
“You’re going to eat this plant whether you want to or not.” The cat pinning him down said, setting a plant in front of his muzzle. With a glance outside, Raven could see it was still dark.
“Let go of me!” He hissed, starting to thrash around in attempt to escape the cat’s paw. “I’m not letting you poison me! No!”
“Emberflight, pin him down for me.” The cat said, and an apricot tabby approached.
“Aww, look, the killer is afraid of cats he trusts!” Lily hissed, sitting on a counter. Raven stopped thrashing to look at the dilute calico. The hiss was followed by a small round of laughter.
“He should be!” Smoke called. While Raven was distracted, Emberflight switched with Tailsage, who now padded towards her herbs.
“I’m not sure what’s going on, and I’ve never treated a cat like this before…” She muttered, then spoke louder. “I think it might be safe to assume he’s hallucinating, but in order to treat him we need to know what is causing it.”
xxxxxRaven hissed at Lily. The cats were all around him, everyone he killed. There was no way to escape. All cats but Dawn were staring at him, and the red mink she-cat was watching Emberflight.
“Emberflight, you saw him before he was like this, right?” Emberflight nodded in response to the medicine cat. “How was he acting?”
“Well, we hunted and after we set the prey on the pile he went outside and fell asleep out there, and then I stopped watching him.” The apricot tabby responded, and Tailsage thought for a moment.
“We don’t know enough,” She decided. “Let’s get him to swallow the thyme and then see what information we can get out of him. I mean, he might just be tired or dehydrated but it might be more than that.” Emberflight nodded, and Tailsage padded up to Raven before stuffing the thyme in his mouth and clamping his muzzle shut.
xxxxxRaven tried to get away again, but two cats pinning him down left the fanged feline helpless. After refusing to swallow, Tailsage tapped his nose with a free paw until he had to swallow. Sighing, Tailsage looked out the window.
“It’s almost midnight. Emberflight, you can go back to wherever you were, and I’ll take care of Raven.” With the cinnamon calico’s words, Emberflight returned to the couch, where he slept. Raven didn’t attempt to get up, his pounding heart starting to slow. The cats he killed were suddenly gone, and the night was silent. The cold floor began to sting his face a little, though Raven did not let his guard down. Tailsage yawned.
“You’re sleeping here tonight, pick a nest.” The calico said, before settling down in her own nest. Raven slowly sat up and shook his head.
“They’ll come back...” He muttered. Tailsage stood up again, leaping onto the counter to grab a poppy seed. She then jumped back down and placed it in front of the black ghost tabby.
“No, they won’t. Eat this poppy seed and pick a nest.” The medicine cat said, a hint of irritation in her tone. Reluctantly Raven ate the seed and curled up in a nest that was placed in the corner before slowly falling asleep.
xxxxxThe night was silent for many long, long moments. Raven sat in the dark shivering, waiting for the spirits to come. He continued to wait and was waiting for what felt like an eternity before a scene folded around him. He was a kit again, padding down that thin forest path. His gaze was brought up into the trees as the mother’s cries faded behind him before he and the raven caught eye contact.

Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn.

A bright, dangerous light crept into the corners of Raven’s gaze. It quickly burst into a huge fire, sweeping the kit into another scene.
He lightly, quietly, crept up to the black and white she-cat. She had just crossed the thunderpath, leading herself to her death. It wasn’t long before… pounce.
There was more fire. This time, he approached a red mink she-cat laying on the ground. She hardly moved, only her gaze flicking over to the fanged cat. She knew exactly what he was going to do.
“If you’re going to kill me, at least wait for Ember to be gone. Please.” She pleaded quietly, and Raven obeyed. Slice.
Fire consumed everything before Crow’s death could show itself, leaving behind only the empty black of darkness. The four cats once again walked out from the shadows, surrounding Raven.
“Look at that cat! He’s scared again!” Lily sneered, the rest of the cats taking their place in a wide circle. Dawn sat a little further away than the rest, remaining silent while the rest of the circle burst into laughing. Raven was crouched at the center, turning his head like a serval surrounded by cheetahs.
“Don’t scare him too much,” Crow warned slowly. “You’ll kill him too soon.”
“That would be a shame!” Smoke added.
“Come on, a little fear won’t kill him.” Lily hissed.
“Look at how much he’s shaking, though. Don’t you think anymore might be the limit?” Crow continued.
“Limit! He should have no limit, thinking he’s brave while taking lives!” Lily countered, and Smoke raising her tail to silence the calico.
“I think it would be smart to get this plant cat off Killer’s tail first.” The black and white she-cat said. Lily didn’t answer, taking a step back and bowing her head a little.

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Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn.

Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn.

Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn.

Fire fire fire fire
burn burn burn.
Liar liar liar liar
learn learn learn.

xxxxxRaven shot up from his nest, trying not to let out a shriek. The chanting faded slowly after his heart slowed. It had been a third of a season from the time where Emberflight had found him at night. Sighing, the fanged feline shook out his fur. Pale moonlight still shone down from the window, and a cold chill had broken into the camp. For half a moon, the spirits hadn’t walked his mind or dreams, so Raven decided to risk padding outside. The door-flaps were lined with frost, leaving the fur on his back freezing. While the sudden drop of temperature was refreshing, the fanged cat was still on edge. He forced back all his fears, determined to not let the spirits return, for it was his first time out in a moon.
xxxxxYawning, though too frozen to be tired, Raven made his way up to the large pond. The moon was only half full, though it was enough to cast a burst of light focused into a circle upon the still water. Not even the fish were awake, the only hints of life being the crickets, fireflies, and the distant owl. Copper eyes were drawn up to the forest on the other end of the pond, where somewhere beyond the tiger cats were planning the next cat’s death; they were waiting for the chance to punish him, too. But he didn’t want to go back, ever. After a few moments, Raven turned an ear north. There were two cats murmuring quietly to each other, as they made their way towards the very pond the fanged cat was by. The bright copper pelt and unique white spotting told him that it was Emberflight and Swiftstar. Silently, black fur sped off into the cover of the undergrowth lining the swamp, where he was also down-wind. He was just about to turn and leave when he heard his name, now pausing to listen.
“What do you think about Raven?” Emberflight asked.
“You mean Ravenwhisper?” Swiftstar responded.
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure, what do you think?”
“He’s pretty nice. Though, something’s up with him. He still wont share with even Tailsage why he was so scared that night.” The apricot tabby’s words seemed to stab at Raven.
“You think he’d be of any help in a battle against the tiger cats?”
“I, as much as I hate to admit it, don’t think so. He looks at his prey like he’s sorry for it. Maybe he’s like me and doesn’t want to kill.”
“Useless, then.” Swiftstar spat. “You’re going to have to kill at some point, you know.”
xxxxxRaven didn’t listen anymore, respecting the cats’ privacy. He turned and stalked back to camp, his paws numb from the frost on the grass. While Emberflight’s words still stung, there was renewed hope in the fanged cat’s body. The chill felt as if it had disappeared, the feeling of no longer being useless surging through his body with pride. If he could get the clan to listen and forgive him, maybe Raven could prove Emberflight wrong. He could be of help, and he would kill. Instead, though, he’d be killing those that put so many cats through so much unbearable pain. Quietly but with nervous excitement, Raven slid into the camp, curling up into a tight ball while he waited for sunrise.
xxxxxThe sun was up; the cats were awake. Raven padded back and forth while waiting for sunhigh. He had already asked Swiftstar for permission to make an announcement to the clan, though the caliby refused to have whatever he had to say said before the sun was in the middle of the sky. The cats in camp watched the black cat nervously, wondering why he was so excited. But it was only a few more moments… No, now it was sunhigh. Swiftstar leapt up onto the ledge behind the couch.
“Cats of the Whispering Wood! I’d like every member to gather for an announcement.” She called, and the clan approached the area before sitting down. Raven, however, leapt onto the couch and waited.
“This announcement will be said by Ravenwhisper, our newest member.” She finished, flicking her tail and leaping to the ground to join her clan. Raven took her place, scanning the confused faces of the crowd.
Taking in a deep breath, Raven began. “Thank you, Swiftstar, for letting me say this when even you don’t know what I’m going to say.” The cats looked at the leader, who nodded, before returning their gazes to the fanged cat. “I had to say… though… that I, yes, was a tiger cat.” His gaze, for some reason unknown even to the fanged cat himself, dropped down to Blackfoot. Did he just gulp? Maybe it was his imagination. A shocked round of muttering ran through the crowd. Swiftstar’s gaze was harsher than a tiger’s. “But,” He said, louder, to silence the cats. “I promise I am loyal to this clan; when I was with the tiger cats, you guessed it, they sent me around killing others. Your leader was a target, though after being with this clan for so long, I have realized that I never want to return to those brown tabbies ever again.” He broke off when Blackfoot stood up.
“Your point in sharing this? You could easily be kicked out under the suspicion of being a spy, now that we know.” The black and white ghost tabby challenged.
“Kick me out if you wish. However, I know valuable information that could be the difference between life and death.”
“Such as?”
“I know not only the location of their multiple camps but the layouts of each one. I’ve been taught a few of their fighting moves and watched the rest. Not only that, but I can recognize many individual cat’s and which ones would be the best to avoid or attack.” Blackfoot dipped his head, sitting down. “Your thoughts, Swiftstar?” Raven finished, nervousness creeping up along his spine. There was a pause.
“I honor your courage, Raven.” She used his nickname! “While you will be watched carefully by my warriors, the cats of the Whispering Wood will keep you. You better start thinking of a way to explain each camp and teach the fighting moves, though.” She finished, and with a dip of her head the cats were dismissed. Raven leapt down from the ledge, full of pride and excitement.
xxxxxEmberflight ran up to him purring and with his tail in the air. “Wow, Raven, you were so brave to say that!” He exclaimed, then lowered his voice. “At first I honestly didn’t think you could have been up to risking your life in the first place… Sorry.” Raven shook his head.
“It’s alright! Though, Emberflight… No, Ember, could I speak to you as your past self, outside?” The apricot tabby seemed confused and surprised but still nodded. Flaming red followed nearly pitch black out to the large pond.
“What is it?” Emberflight asked.
“I… No, Ember, what did you think of Dawn?”
“T-the cat? The red mink she-cat?” Emberflight’s eyes suddenly were flooded with such a deep grief it hurt even Raven. He suddenly knew that tonight would be the night he lost a good friend.
“Yes.”
“She… was the best cat I’ve ever known, by far. I guess I loved her. But, she’s dead now. I left her to die.” Emberflight’s voice faded as he spoke.
“I know.” Raven braced himself. “Because I was the one who killed her.” There was such a long moment of silence when Emberflight looked into Raven’s eyes full of pain, grief, and fear that it threw the fanged cat back into the days where he was Killer.
“No… No, please no… I thought… I thought you were my friend!” Emberflight cried, suddenly dashing off into the swamp. Raven stayed where he was, sitting down in the spot. He remained there even when the sun set.
xxxxxIt was true. Raven sat unblinkingly as he muttered the familiar chant. “Fire fire fire fire burn burn burn. Liar liar liar liar learn learn learn.” There was no denying what the chant meant, now that the prophecy was fulfilled. Raven was fire. When he was born, he chased away his mother and any siblings he might have had with just his two fangs, like a fire chases away those it nears even with just a small glimpse. When the tiger cats had taken him in, he had burned through the forest, destroying all the cats he had swept into his path. Then, when he had joined the cats of the Whispering Wood, he had lied to the other cats when he said he didn’t know anything about the tiger cats. Now, where he was beside the pond, he had learned that the cats he grew up with were his enemy and lying and killing were not in any way acceptable. He had figured out where he belonged, too. He turned, sensing the presence of another cat.
xxxxxBehind the fanged ghost tabby with blood red eyes stood a familiar red mink she-cat. There was no hostility whatsoever, and Raven felt comforted despite all the harsh things the spirits had said. Dawn spoke. “Raven, I’m glad you’ve found where you belong. I’m happy for you. While I have only been with you for half your days you’ve been alive, if not less, and I can not in any way truly understand how you feel, I can share some of your pain. I was so worried at first that I wouldn’t be able to watch Ember. Then, I was worried he’d be up among the stars too soon, and before I could even walk the path to reach there. But, thanks to you, I can fulfill my end of the promise. I am now free to be among the stars you see up there.” Raven looked up, following her gaze, before dropping it back down to the transparent cat. “No other cat will know why you feel as you do, even if you explain the story perfectly. They can’t because they weren’t the one to go through all of it. Before I sent Ember away to finish our journey, I told him to fly. That’s his end of the promise. You see, I don’t think he can on his own. Not while he’s still full of grief for me. But you, yes, you, have achieved my definition of flying. I think you can show him how to fly, for you’ve already soared much greater heights than any cat could ever have imagined. He won’t be the only cat, you know. There’s a cat that will come into the clan afraid of the day, the opposite as to you were afraid of the night. You can help them, too, and teach any cats that may need it how to spread their wings. Raven,” She said, meeting the black cat’s gaze with so much emotion that it was indescribable, “Thank you.”

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182 poem words, 5056 story words, 8 npc cats, 6 real cats

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[Elliad.]

username: Elliad.
cat name: Batpaw Batwing
gender: Male
age: 23 moons
clan: Thornclan
rank: Warrior

prompt:

As the wind began die,
All was lost.
"what was the cost?"
The black cat had to cry.

He stared down at the blood stained grass,
Yearning for all that was gone,
Turning and tossing, his sleep lacking peace.
Thinking of all that had come to pass.

The black cat walked,
Walked for a while,
Hoping and pleading for a quick speedy trial,
When he came across a cat, wise for all he talked.

"Your clan are simply scared.
Those cats are scared for all that is different.
Foes and friends are one in the same to them,"
The wise cat declared.

"But they are my friends!"
The little fanged cat says.
"So we will see but here I shall stay."
As the wise cat's paw extends.

So, let the trial commence.
"Learn no more," his mentor says.
"Burn him for all this mess,"
The crowd yells as they stood tense.

"Guilty," the crowd yelled.
Before hearing any proof,
They knew the fate of this cat who's aloof.
And like that, his position was withheld.

"You must leave this clan,
Never to return to the bliss.
Murderers have no place
in a clan like this."

So, the black cat ran.
Blood dripping from the trees.
"Guilty," the forest seems to cry.
And then, there was no plan.

"What have you learned?"
The wise cat asks.
With a sigh, the black cat replies
"To trust is to be burned."

extras:

Batwing Joins Thornclan

Hawkthorn stood in front of his leader, head held high as his fur waved in the wind. “He is what our clan needs.”

Thistlestar shakes his head, frowning at the warrior in front of him. “He’s a murderer, Hawkthorn. He killed a member of his own clan. I am always welcome to outsiders, but not those who are a threat to my clan, to MY FAMILY.”

All the while, a little black cat hid in the bushes, waiting for the signal from Hawkthorn to come out. The duo grew louder, gaining a crowd of concerned cats, watching the spectacle occur.

“Not everything is what they seem! Shouldn’t you know that better than anyone, Thistlestar,” Hawkthorn growls, raising his hackles defensively.

Thistlestar hissed for a moment before taking a step back, breathing calmly to clear his head. “Fine, but he will become an apprentice. Once I know he is trustworthy and ready to be a loyal warrior, then I will make him one,” Thistlestar says. “He will become your responsibility. If he steps one foot out of line, he’s gone and so are you.”

Batwing saw the signal and trotted up to the leader of the clan that he had been brought to, bowing graciously. “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir,” the fanged cat says respectfully.

“What is your name?” Thistlestar asks.

With a gulp, the black cat responds, finding his body trembling in fear. “Batwing, sir?”

The leader watched him for a moment before nodding. “Very well, your name shall be Batpaw for the forceable future. Hawkthorn is your mentor, respect him and respect our traditions.”

Batpaw had a gleam in his eye, looking up at his mentor in admiration, grateful for the fresh start that he was given.

[ꪶ ιzαя∂ѕρσтѕ.]

res with piketooth!

[TheSongOfTheStars]

O far away over the hills
Beneath the winterfells
A little dark bird went dancing away
Her heart as light as air

Not yet a care to drag her down
Child of starchosen
Spirit like a breeze
No chains of conscience to restrain

Small wings fluttering
While bright eyes
Weren't watching the road
That lie ahead

Flew until a darker night over came her
Wandered into a further place
Her wings tangled in vines like chains
The forest maze insecapable

Trapped, crying out
Pleading with the night to release her
And finally familliar faces
Like phantoms

Appeared through a growing haze
But when her ruffled feathers where smoothed
The sun that shone for a bare
moment dimmed again

Obscured by a far worse enemy than darkness
Hungry light overcame them
And into them tore with blazing claws

One little bird went flying
Into the forest
Three birds came flying after
To find the little one lost

One little bird came flying
Out of the burning forest
She turned back once free
But three birds didn't follow

On singed feathers
The little bird went flying home
Crying about the starchosen's death
To the secondchosen

Unwittingly the little bird flew into eagle's claws
And he tore her to pieces and threw her out
Drove her on battered feathers out of the clan
And into the daunting wildlands

Alone the little bird was broken
Trying to fly by herself while
A bitter stone grew in her heart
And weighed her down to death

Soundtrack

1. Mountain Sound
2. Fly Away
3. Don't you worry child
4. Beekeeper
5. The Moss

TheSongOfTheStars
Stardance
Female
22 moons
Warrior

[Zephara]

username: Diamond pet
cat name: Duskfang
gender: Male
age: 39 moons
clan: MoonClan
rank: Warrior

prompt: (no limits!)
extras: (3 max)
Wip

[Imagine_Ink]

username: Imagine_Ink
cat name: Sablefur (Used to be named Sable)
gender: Male
age: 21 Moons
clan: Dawnclan
rank: Warrior

prompt: WIP
extras:

[Chimericect]

username: Chimericect
cat name: Malice
gender: Female
age: 35 moons
clan: Tribe of Sunstruck spirits
Rank: Goddess

aka Queen

prompt:

There was a time the moon stood high, I sat to watch the ravens fly,
their calls rang out the dead groves below and startled those that slept beneath
I fell asleep amidst their song, their solemn laments resonating deep
Startled from a noise I heard, I found my weary claws unsheathe
"What is that what comes from afar, what made my weary claws unsheathe?"
I rose lazily from my perch and prepared myself and bared my teeth.

My scrambled brain still remembers that this occurred in cold December,
a fresh coat of snow had fallen slow, and all it touched fell in its wake.
Never would my mind have thought the gruesome scene, this quiet spot,
would lead me now to believe that this was wholly a mistake.
"I cannot bear to see this true, surely this was all mistake."
My heart was not the only heart to break.

I watched another who towered over the lifeless body of my brother
who must have been protecting mother who now lay in a crimson river
Young and weak, I hid in the dark, the assassin left hungry and unaware
And as he left I mourned the loss and made a vow I know I could deliver.
"I will find you" I whispered low. "this is a vow I will deliver."
my brothers passion and bitterness I was bequeathed.

A clan of war and utter scorn had a home amongst the dead,
a tribe of savage souls were stained with blood and growing power lust,
The tom who murdered my family went among the clan and had no shame.
I stared at the tom with hatred near, noting his tangled, scarred fur of rust.
I knew exactly what to do, I knew I must kill the tom with fur of rust.
but to do that, I first must gain his unquestionable trust.

I fought my way into the tribe, the merciless tribe of sunstruck souls.
A constant war was waged on me, though I understood to some degree
the constant war that raged inside, myself, the clan, and those outside.
But prove my worth I did with pride, It was something that they all could see.
"My name is Malice, I know my skills. I hope it's something you all can see."
I have my pride, I will admit, and now my plan was deemed so fit.

I chose the rank of goddess tier, the one where life is nurtured.
I could fight and kill and maim at will, but I would never wish to harm another
I see no reason for constant war, I see no reason to take a life,
except of the tom that took the lives of my kin, my brother and my mother.
I will make him pay, you see. He will regret killing my brother and my mother.
And this was where my plan begins, I never told the others.

As days went on and moons sat high and suns were clouded over
I spoke to him and made him feel a way that none could compare.
"The way you fight with passion more, I love it so, you see?
I love you so, you're different than all the other toms around,
I know this may be quick to ask, but will you be mates with me?"
A moment of silence passed between the russet tom and I. "Will you be mates with me?"
And soon he grinned and nuzzled deep, I knew that he was mine to be.

But I never loved the cat, no I could never love.
He alone had taken that, he stripped me of all good.
Left from him was rising anger and a thirst for just revenge.
So one night then, we went hunting, and I said "follow me, if you would."
At first he seemed reluctant, he didn't want to stray to far, but follow me he would.
No other soul followed us that night, I made sure no one could.

It was quick and painless, there was no need for games.
For yes, he had hurt me so, but I suppose I am not cruel.
I didn't enjoy it as I thought, one swipe was all it took.
And yet I couldn't help myself, I grinned at the dark red pool.
No guilt nor grief washed over me as I grinned at the dark red pool.
He was my one and only kill, a body count I won't accrual.

I cried to those foul-tongued tribal cats, the ones I can't escape.
"My love is lost and shan't return, my love has gone away.
His soul rests among the ancestors, the ones who led me here.
A fox came out, I couldn't save... I don't know what else to say."
and I stared at the grieving crowd, speechless, because I don't know what to say.
To my delight they took the bait, I went on to live another day.

And yet my guilty conscious screams, it knows what I have done
I had taken the life of yet another, he didn't get to run away.
I know the darkness that welled inside was justified in my eyes
and yet the fear and guilt creeps in on me, it does to this very day.
I cannot rid of all that haunts, and it stays to this very day.
And this is all because of the tom I had to slay.

I cannot tell but lies to them, the one's I've made my family
and if my tribe happens to find the truth I've been concealing
My pelt they'll have and blood will spill; a fight I will not win.
I cannot run I cannot hide, it's fear I will be feeling.
it matters not (that) I'm justified because it's fear I'm always feeling.
And with my sins crawling in my pelt, my mind can't help from reeling.