[Sixbane]

Username;; Sixbane
Cat Name;; Leechsneer
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 34 moons
Clan;; Gladeclan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;

"You gave me the chance I needed to prove to myself I could change, and that I was not who I became"

♦I am/was part of something that I consider the enemy

"It wasn't that I hated them, it was that I hated myself because I was them, and because of them, my worst enemy has come to exist within myself."

Leechsneer never hated his old clan for existing, it wasn't their fault they were shaped by the remnants of their pasts and that their customs were that of cruelty. It wasn't their fault that he fell into the marsh, and they only watched as he was covered in the leeches that changed his name. It was in their nature, and apathy- in their blood. His youth was spent a nameless kit, unloved and forced into a toughness that shaped his every move. It wasn't until this that he earned his name. In most instances, such a course upbringing would force someone to bend, to bend to the same stiffness and he saw this clearly. The others in corrupt generations had become too scared to stand up, or perhaps it was just easier to be a follower, than put ones foot down against a machine too ancient and almighty for one individual to seem to have much power.

Leechsneer wasn't exempt. After prying himself from the pool, ripping the leeches from his flesh, and dragging himself back to camp worn and bloodied, he found himself becoming just the same as them. A harsh lesson for the young, newly dubbed "Leechkit" to learn. He was never this way by choice. His early days were spent trying to fight them, trying to fight the imposition of a clan that cared only for strength by trying to show kindness to his clanmates, for beyond it all his character was good and he had the will to do good. But for every attempt he made, he faced rejection and biting words, if not claws, dug across him. Earning the scars that would forever remind him that even his family couldn't always be trusted.

Despite his fighting the will of a clan far stronger and older than his own pitiful attempts at command broke him. It jaded him. As he faded to Leechpaw, and later Leechsneer, a mocking name taunting the scars he wore on his face, he soon found himself sitting among his clanmates. One of them. Finally, he understood them. And he hated them. He hated himself.

He was a fighter, but he would not be killed by the only family he had only to prove them wrong, because at this point, he didn't really know if it really was wrong anymore. He found himself disillusioned with the idea of freedom, of free choice. It opened too many inevitability for him to suffer for it. It was too difficult to fight back, and despite what he wanted to believe of himself, he was a follower, through and through. When anger turned on him, he'd back down. He tried the life of fighting for good and just, but it did nothing but leave him with pain and scars, and on far too many occasions the fear of death itself.

He found himself most days wondering what good even was anymore, and who's ability it was to decide that. Could that be decided? Was it his place to? Morality, he became ambiguous, his fear lead him to it and his cowardice secured it. He could not fend off the fears that forced him to become his own enemy, and he didn't even realize that was who he was until it was too late. He couldn't see the change in himself until he found himself doing the same things that they had done to him, and when it did occur to him, he didn't have the mental fortitude to combat it.

[grizzly.]

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[Kazin]

Username;; Kazin
Cat Name;; Shadowmist
Gender;; she-cat
Age;; 24 moons
Clan;; Zephyrclan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;
need to add a drawing of her with someone/something special.

Shadowmist was always dancing with demons. She wasn't sure what exactly she had done in her life to attract the amount of misfortune that came with these eerie spirits that seemed to follow her, but she knew they were there. Always watching, always waiting.

There were two colors that Shadowmist could remember vividly, and two colors that caused her pain for two very different reasons. The first was a gentle amber, perhaps near the color of her own eyes, though it reminded her of droplets of honey - especially the way it would hang on whiskers. This one sparked great memories of ease, of nostalgia, of fun. The second was vastly different, an angry color that turned her blood to fire. The other was the color of fire, the burn of anger as harsh as the flames. It was the color that had taken away the first, extinguished it like it meant nothing to her. For this, she could not forgive the color. For this, the demons had found her and whispered to her.

These demons whispered of revenge. Of a past she never could enjoy, someone close to her being taken far too early. Would she act on these demons, or would she ignore their tempting plight? This was not a question she could answer, though the demons had their own answers. Of course she would fight as they wanted her to, like a puppet on strings so easily controlled by her past.

In the end, Shadowmist learned to befriend her demons. She would follow where they led her, for she knew they were leading her to the bright fire that had taken away her past, her happiness. Perhaps her fading fur was a sign of her acceptance of these demons - no longer visible to her, the darkness instead crept its way inside her heart and her mind instead.

She had been searching for answers, and the demons gave them to her. She would have her revenge. She would extinguish the fire, and burn a hole in its life just as it had done to her.

Dropping out. As much as I like this cat, I really don’t think I’m able to draw it. My attempts haven’t worked. Good luck everyone!

[DiamondDogg]

Username;; DiamondDogg
Cat Name;; Midnightclaw
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 22 Moons
Clan;; SilverClan
Rank;; Onlooker

Prompt;;

wip

[nimrod.]

it isn't often you come across someone willing to overlook your outer flaws
and relish you for who you most truly are within. for opalfang, stormclear is
a blessing. the two have been through hell and back together, the she-cat has
been at his side since the day they met, and she is the reason he is still here
to this day. without her quick wit that dreadful night, he might have very well
been the next member of starclan. they visit the very location around the
incident's anniversary every year, forlorn but grateful.

Username;; nimrod.
Cat Name;; opalfang
Gender;; tom
Age;; twenty-five moons
Clan;; swardclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;;

growing up within a clan as rattled and shaken as yarrowclan wasn't an easy task for
anyone, and that left no exception with opalfang. his mother was full of despise and
hatred not long after having him, having had to watch her mate, his father, leave them
for his newfound love. he had another litter on the way, just mere moons after opalkit's
arrival to the world. this was the largest turning point within his life, he now had his
half-sister, stormkit.

the two had a rocky relationship in the beginning, their mothers never wished for them
to take to one another, feeling that the less they had to hear of and see the other the
better off they would be. despite such demands, the two kits with age felt that their
mothers' animosity towards one another shouldn't prevent them from the friendship that
they couldn't previously have with anyone else, being the only kit in each litter.

there was no part of a toxic family bond that he wished to partake in, whenever his mother
would try and scold him for spending time with his sister, he would look at her with such
hollow, lifeless eyes. it practically drained his very soul at such a young age to be a tool for
two she-cats to use in their battle with one another. opalkits father had also become quite
distant, though not just from his devastated relationships, but from his children as well. it
wasn't long before he went out for a patrol, never to return to his clan.

opalpaw knew now that this family would only become the end to not only himself, but
stormpaw as well, and they decided as young apprentices it was due time to follow in their
fathers step and find a true home. they left without notice on a late spring night, never to
see their family or past clan again. that was what they wanted, was it not? traveling took
quite some time, there were many mishaps and events that would have been best avoided,
but they learned something with each and every one.

having come across swardclan later in the year, the two were rather untrusting of other felines
at this point in their life. but opalfang recalls how desperate they were, how badly they longed
for a home. the current leader in that time was much of the same, seeing a great opportunity
within the young cats, but not overly willing to offer them a home so soon. she demanded that
in order for the clan to help them, they must first help the clan. opalfang can hardly stomach
the sense of dread he still feels to this day when remembering what she had told them next.

there was an issue with eagles along the territories northern most border leading towards the
mountain range. opalfang can recall still his sister's reaction, a sigh and smirk as she ensured
that they would be able to handle the situation with no issues at all. perhaps this is because she
hadn't a clue what an eagle was, all she knew was it was a bird, a large one yes, but how big
could it really be? the two made the journey, and within a few days time, there came a point in
which it seemed only one would be returning from.

this is when the day came that nearly ended his very existence. having arrived, it wasn't long
before signs of the birds were noticed. they followed the tips they had been given to a rocky cliff
side overlooking a grand waterfall. the scene was one of unimaginable beauty, and now as opalfang
looks back on it, terror but also friendship and bravery like never seen before. a shriek sounded out
above them, stormpaw moved to cover, but as opalpaw turned, he saw it was all but too late, the
slender apprentice was lifted with ease from the earth. in the grasp of talons he could have never
envisioned on a bird, he squirmed and thrashed, managing to wriggle his way free. he could feel
the sting and burn of rather significant cuts, but that hardly came across his mind before his body
landed with a thud back to the ground.

his memory is not the best from this point onward, but he can recall through a foggy field of vision
watching as an eagle landed beside him. opalfang knows how he had closed his eyes, awaiting the
inevitable end. just as death itself was before him, he recalls the most terrifying snarl he had heard
escape his own kind, his sister had launched herself towards the massive avian. the fight that ensued
to this day leaves him wondering how not only he, but stormclear as well had survived such a thing.
all he knows is that without the bravery, strength and quick wit of his blood, he would not be here now.

opalfang carries the scars with him to this day that tell the story of his early life. a young cat that
abandoned a toxic life, having come only inches away from finding happiness he was met with a challenge,
one in which nearly brought him to his ancestors. he hates what he had previously considered family, and
knows now that he has all he had ever wanted, the undying love for someone that is equally reciprocated.
the two are still close to this day, opalfang looks up to stormclear greatly, knowing that she is the best
deputy anyone could have ever wanted for their clan.

whenever he looks back to this time in his life he cannot help but despise the fact he had been so careless
and so willing to put his life on the line for cats that had only just met him. not only was it a danger to himself,
but his sister as well. opalfang finds himself in turmoil over these past events more often than he knows is
healthy to do so. yet, he isn't able to keep them from plaguing his mind.

i apologize if the writing is hard to follow, my mind is rather scattered and i tried my best to be able to still put forth my entry for this handsome boy.

[fish out of water]

Username;; fish out of water

Cat Name;; comfrey

Gender;; female

Age;; 38 moons

Clan;; swardclan

Rank;; independent / oracle

Prompt;;

drawing - comfrey w/ manual

character study - haunting / treasure

[**Snowwhisper**]

Username;; **Snowwhisper**
Cat Name;; Badgerfang
Gender;; Male
Age;; 62 Moons
Clan;;
Rank;; Senior Warrior

Prompt;;

First, draw the cat with something - or someone - special. A caption to explain may be supplied, but it cannot be more than one hundred words long. Second, write a character study style piece that explains or works with any of these:
♦Their scars
♦Treasure
♦Something lost, something found

WIP

[clouds-move-on]

dropping out

[dimi.]

res!!

[Yellow.]

Friendship was not how it started out, in fact, it started with a fight and in one day that changed. To start out as one and end as another when the sunset. One day may not be able to change the world, but that doesn’t mean it can’t change the lives of two. For Phantom, it was more then just an adversary turned friend, that one day changed his whole life and the sunset over the water signed the end of an old one.



Phantom ◕ tom ◕ 28 moons ◕ Ridgeclan ◕ spy

Phantom’s dreams where the same every night, he’d be surrounded by his family laughing and playing with his younger siblings without a care in the world. His soon to be mate would come up to him, purring and rubbing her head to his. He’d greet her with a smile and a purr back warm and affectionate. They’d slip off away from his family, just the two of them to hunt alone and get away from the young ones.

When he came back from the hunt with her, laughing over the prey in there mouth is when the dream would take a turn for the worst. The prey forgotten when the smell of smoke hit there nose, the sight of it mere moments after. “Mom! Dad!” A panicked voice called out as the pair raced side by side back towards where they’d left the others.

By the time they got back though it was to late, the flames had engulfed the area and where spreading quickly around the area.

“Get back you’ll get hurt if you get any close,” She yelled, pushing him back away from the flames.

“My families there I have to try and help!” He yelled back, a growl pushing into his voice.

“They would have ran when they slept smoke, you won’t find them going into the flames.” She tried to reason.

It made since at the time, there was no way his family wouldn’t have gotten away they would have smelled the smoke. He believed her for what reason could he not, but once he woke up again his family was no where in sight, they didn’t get away in time.

“Phantom that dream again?” Lochness asked as he turned over to the tom next to him who’d been fidgeting in his sleep, a common occurrence for as long as the other tom had known him.

“Yeah but I’m fine, it’s nothing.” Phantom tried to keep the other from worrying and shake the dream from his mind. It was still early in the morning and with any hope he’d still get to catch a couple hours sleep before the pair set off again.

Loch sighed softly before rubbing his head along the back of Phantom’s in hopes of comforting him. “You know you can tell me about it. It might help you if you do, or at least Pinecove she might be able to give you something that will help you sleep better at night.”

Turning back to the other Phantom smiled, “Trust me you don’t want me to tell you about the day my family died its not a fun story and I’d rather Pinecove save her herbs for someone who needs them. I’ll be fine.”

“Whatever you say.” Loch resigned the conversation, it was one they’d had many times so he knew having it again wouldn’t really get him anywhere. “But you know you have a family now too. I know you lost your old one, but if you looking around there’s a new one here now for you, if you’ll have it.”

Phantom was a bit shocked at the other toms words, watching as he slipped from there nest and out into the forest obviously deciding that it was a fine time to wake up. He knew he’s lost his family, but hadn’t stopped to think that maybe he had found another one. It wasn’t on purpose, it was just something that had happened. He’s found a new family within the clan and this time he wasn’t going to let anything happen to it.