[dimi.]

Username;; dimi.
Cat Name;; Oren
Gender;; Male
Age;; 60 moons
Clan;; Silvercrest Roamers
Rank;; Trooper

Prompt;;
The gray clouds had dropped down from the heavens, blocking out all sources of light as the battle went on. Rain had began to pound the ground, turning hard soil into soft mud. Cats mewed, begged, and cried for mercy as they were torn into, shrill screeches leaving both sides. A large gray tom, his pelt scarred and his ears abnormally large and curled inward towards his skull stood within the shadows, observing the ongoing battle. He had orchestrated the attack perfectly, the cats of his opposing clan were dropping like flies. "Stunning sight, isn't it Oren?" The tom whispered.

Beside him, crouched down further in the bush was a slightly smaller, but still large brown ticked tom. His green eyes glowed from within the bush, his pupils dialating as he glanced over at Tundra, a sign of affection. "Absolutely glorious, Tundra." Oren whispered back, slowly sitting upright. "Though, I must ask. What is your motivation for this? Silentclan has never done anything directly to you."

"A clan hurting my beloved is a clan hurting me. I'd do anything for my love." Tundra uttered back, his gaze shifting upward. In the distance, he observed a pure white cat fighting one of their own clan mates, a look of utter shock crossing her opponent's face. Oren watched as Tundra looked on, curling his lip inward and glancing to the side.

"Thistle, right." He muttered in a harsh voice. He then took in a deep breath, sighing softly. "You can end this by killing Amberstar. They'll scatter." Oren commented, looking towards the valley. "She's out there." Tundra looked over at Oren for a moment before nodding his head.

"You raise a good point. Make sure to get the stragglers in here. I'll finish her off. We'll regroup by the river once everyone else is gone." Tundra began to move forward. Oren watched on as Tundra left, his gaze sorrowful as he drew out a long sigh of disappointment. He was envious of Thistle, taking away his long-term crush, yet he couldn't bring himself to admit it.

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Oren was limping through the forest, a slash present on his shoulder and dripping of sanguine. He dropped down to his stomach, wheezing out in pain as he pressed his paw against the wound to prevent some of the bleeding. His gaze only shifted upwards when a shadow began to loom over him. He gasped quietly in surprise, his pupils dilating.

It was Tundra; a tom he hadn't seen since the battle with Silentclan ten moons prior.

"Oren?" Tundra whispered, his voice as gruff as ever. Oren's muzzle cracked into a small smile, his dried lips sticking togeher slightly.

"H-hey... Don't judge my condition.. damn fox messed me up." Oren huffed, forcing himself to his paws.

Tundra moved beside Oren, placing his tail against his spine to balance Oren, the two slowly making their way forward. "I'll take you to my new home. Amberstar's kits lead the clan, but don't question it. It's the perfect home for me and my family until we can settle down elsewhere and build our own world."

"Family?" Oren muttered, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Yes. I have a daughter with Thistle named Catherine. Absolutely beautiful." Tundra whispered with a small smile across his lips, something that was rare of Tundra.

Oren could feel his heart shatter as he took in a sharp breath, feeling as if his true love had just walked out. His desires were merely forgotten, and he found himself trapped in what felt like a hopeless, one-sided love triangle.

"Right... L-let's just get to the clan."

[ajax.]

Res with BrackenShine and being a newfound acquaintance, yet they ended up straying away from them

[Wet Bread]

Username;; Wet Bread
Cat Name;; Cabbageclaw
Gender;; tom
Age;; 29 moons
Clan;; Brightclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;; Cabbageclaw met Vervainstrike when they both still loners, living alongside the lake. He was immediately enamored with her, although not really in the way one might think. It wasn't a I'm in love with her and want to be her mate feeling. It was more of a I want to befriend this cat immediately feeling. Of course, Cabbageclaw does think she's beautiful, he just wants to be her friend though. Unfortunately for him, Vervainstrike not only misunderstood his intentions from their first encounter, she just plain doesn't like making friends with others. In fact, the first time they met, Cabbageclaw got himself attacked by Vervainstrike. All he did was compliment her beautiful pelt (in a poor attempt to make conversation) and Vervainstrike snapped at him, telling him to back off. Cabbageclaw is a bit of a rambler and doesn't know when to shut up so he unintentionally instigated Vervainstrike into attacking him. He only suffered some minor scratches but after that, their encounters played out the same way.

Cabbageclaw would try to find some way to talk to Vervainstrike and be friendly without angering her and Vervainstrike would get mad and tell him to leave. Sometimes, she'd only be a little irritable and other times she'd be absolutely enraged. Of course, this meant Vervainstrike was not at all pleased when Cabbageclaw joined up with Brightclan. She didn't argue with Duststar over it, since they needed all the recruits they could get, but she continued to give Cabbageclaw a look that told him not to instigate her. Most of the time, Cabbageclaw avoids her, dejected. However, it seems like Vervainstrike seems to have softened a little these days. She even complimented Cabbageclaw on a particularly good hunt recently...

[SpaghettiOhs]

Username;; SpaghettiOhs
Cat Name;; Rockshade
Gender;; male
Age;; 28 moons
Clan;; JuniperClan (link in sig)
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;;

Rockshade and Robinfrost were once an inseperable duo. As kits, they played together and caused all sorts of mischief. They teased the elders and played moss ball all day long.
As apprentices, they were somehow even closer. They trained together every day. Between training sessions, they planned up elaborate pranks and adventures, or otherwise continued to cause mischief.
They'd even had their warrior ceremony together. Side by side, Rockshade and Robinfrost had sat their silent vigil and watched over the camp.
Rockshade wasn't the only one who assumed that they would always be just as inseperable. The entire clan expected them to become mates. He watched and waited for the right moment to ask her.
But as moons went by, the right moment never came. In fact, the moments they had together became fewer and fewer. Still, Rockshade knew the right moment would come.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Robinfrost was expecting kits... and they weren't his.
Rockshade knew then that the moment would never come. The inseperable duo had been separated.

[SurgeFire]

This competition closes in a little over 5 hours!

[ataraxic_gone]

Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; FurzeHeart
Gender;; Male
Age;; 34 moons
Clan;; BeachClan
Rank;; Coast Guard

Prompt;;
Settling on the outskirts of the clan Furze kept his breathing steady as he set his gaze upon the tree line that was beginning to thin out. He was steady as he walked a little aimlessly into the territory they'd run through the motions a billion times so when a brown muddy coloured tom walked out from behind the shadows that fell across the forest floor he raised his tail into a question. The tom seemed to mimic his posture, open and questioning no sign of hostility.
"I've heard that you give people second chances here,"
His voice came out in a stunted whisper, exactly the opposite of what he had been planning. He'd wanted to sound cool and confident, he wanted to sound like he'd already called this clan home and everything else was just procedure. Instead he sounded tired and hopeful, like some hidden part of him was reaching out after the years of abuse and hoping. That was the worst part; hoping. When you hoped for something you would be let down and when you were let down it was never with ease.
Yet FalconLeap looked at him and this warm gentle expression ran over his features that Furze began mirroring a little breathe of relief escaping him. He didn't know why he cared so much. JaggedClaw had taught him better. These cats were murders, he believed that, he had to.

FalconLeap introduced himself, he began running through the details about their clan, the rules and the expectations if he was to stay. Furze nodded his head as his heart made a long list of complain in his chest as anxiety rolled through him like the waves that he could now see cascading against the land.

As FalconLeap lead him down to the entry of their camp he found himself pausing attention caught on a familiar face in the crowd. BerryThorn stood beside her mate, face mixed between a laugh and a smile as she spoke about something that was clearly hilarious. It had been three months since he last saw her and everything that had happened between then and now had left his heart beating cold.

Seeing her again was like the first warm sunshine after a long winter and he almost ran over to speak with her. He remembered himself in time.

Life as JaggedClaw's first apprentice had been a major blow to his ego. It wasn't until Cherry and Berry came to their little rebellion that everything changed. Berry had taken the shell that he was and infused him with a new light, new hope. She had been like a sister to him and when she had left she'd taken that light with her.

Now he had his sister back he promised her wasn't going to loose her again. [465]

[Kazin]

Username;; Kazin
Cat Name;; Teaselthorn
Gender;; she-cat
Age;; 14 moons
Clan;; Zephyrclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;;
Revenge. It was the only reason Teaselthorn continued on, moving from place to place. She needed to find that cat. She didn't have any other choice, any other motive. She wouldn't let that cat get away with what she had done. Her mother had been killed by this cat, thrown into the icy waters of the river, and she needed to pay.

Teaselthorn was only a couple of moons old when the incident occurred. A kit, bouncing through the nursery, enjoying the company of the others kits. Her mother was not around that much, so the small kit was thoroughly enthralled when the rare appearance was made. On this particular day, her mother had taken her out into the forest, talking of power, of a new era for the clan that Teaselkit needed to be prepared for. Teaselkit was excited, looking forward to the new world that her mother was promising, wanting to see her mother become leader like she had been saying she would do.

But that day, her mother did not return after her walk into the forest with the leader of the clan. Instead, the two cats that had newly been made warriors returned, their pelts soaked, one of them bleeding from a scar on her face. Teaselkit listened from the entrance to the nursery, eyes widened in horror as the warrior came in to tell what had happened. Teaselkit would always remember her light colored pelt and her icy blue eyes, as cold as the waters that claimed her mother. The warrior's name was Icewing.

"I pushed Hawktalon into the river," Icewing said, her voice dull. "I watched her push Harestar in, and I had to do something. Fallowfrost is completely free of blame," she added, nodding towards her brother who stood beside her, looking shocked, staring numbly at the ground.

The clan cats broke out into arguments immediately, wondering who should be their leader now. Most of them blamed Icewing, saying she needed to be banished. In the end, the clan cats got what they had wanted - Icewing was forbidden from staying in the clan. Fallowfrost had left with her, though it had been decided he was free from blame.

Teaselkit bid her time after that, flying through her apprenticeship easily, her mind focused on giving Icewing what she deserved. Once Teaselpaw had become Teaselthorn, she left, feeling she was ready to find Icewing, seeking her revenge.

"For my mother," Teaselthorn whispered on her journey, always pushing forward, Icewing's face always on her mind. She knew that she was getting close. She would have her revenge, and seek the world that her mother wanted to have.
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story features my cat Icethistle, who was previously known as Icewing but had her name changed after she left her old clan.

[F0XFANG]

Username;; beau.
Cat Name;; windpath
Gender;; male
Age;; 22 moons
Clan;; moonclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;; (645/100 words)
The night was fairly quiet, aside from the shrill yowls of two tall, older cats chasing a scared little apprentice through the forest. Windpaw didn’t entirely intend to mention how StarClan would watch down on the cats who had recently left the clan, but he had, and now his leader Rockstar and deputy Minnowrun were hunting him down like he was nothing more than a mouse or bird. He weaved in and out of trees, dodging low-hanging branches and bushes, until he tripped on a branch he hadn’t noticed and fell flat on his face. Minnowrun flipped him over and hissed, causing Windpaw to start panicking significantly more than he had before. Rockstar put one paw on the smaller cat’s chest, digging his claws in just enough to draw blood.

“Don’t you dare start sprouting nonsense about StarClan!” His teeth looked so much sharper in the moonlight. “Our ancestors do not care for us! They never have and never will!” The leader towered over the apprentice like he was fresh meat. “And they certainly wouldn’t care for someone like you, disrespecting his own leader. Now go! Never return!” Windpaw didn’t have to be told twice and he ran as fast as his little legs could take him. Maybe this was the start of the clan falling? First Falcondream, then Aldertail and Berrysong, now Windpaw? Everyone was getting some sense knocked into them one way or another. His parents…he’d miss them more than words could describe, but he couldn’t stay in a place that treated cats like they were dirt for believing in their ancestors.

He’d find a new home eventually.

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Over a year had passed before Windpaw found a proper home. He was much older than an apprentice should be, but never wanted to change his name. He’d had some close scrapes but had managed to survive this long, a little longer wouldn’t hurt. A soft rain had started to fall, and he quickly took shelter under a large oak tree, only managing to get a few drops on his long fur. Sleep took over fast but was disturbed by a sharp prod in the side of his flank. Windpaw jumped with a yowl and looked she-cat directly in the eyes, fear flooding his body. “What are you doing on MoonClan territory, cat?” Her voice was harsh, but he knew deep down she didn’t want to hurt him. A mother’s love rested underneath her tough exterior.

“I just wanted some shelter from the rain, sorry.” Windpaw glanced at the floor. “I didn’t scent the border. I’ll go if you don’t hurt me.” As the she-cat went to speak, the apprentice corrected himself. “That sounded like a threat. It wasn’t. I’ll go if you hurt me too, but I’d prefer not to be hurt. I’m sorry.” He didn’t bother waiting for a reply before turning around and heading into the rain.
“I feel as though I know you.” Windpaw stopped dead. “What’s your name?”

He turned his head to reply. “Windpaw.” She stepped closer to him, fear still present despite her kind aura. “I doubt you know me-”

“You were a new apprentice when I left the clan.” A sudden panic tinged his body. “I’m Berrysong.” If he was a cry-baby, he would have bawled from pure joy, knowing the name of this she-cat who cornered him. Unfortunately, he was a cry-baby, and did just that. She gently pressed her nose to his forehead. “Falconstar and Aldertail are in MoonClan too.” Windpaw went to reply, but Berrysong laughed. “Falcondream. He’s the leader now. Things got rough but we’re all okay.” Her blue eyes were filled with pride. “If I didn’t mentor Falconstar, I would have loved to have mentored you. You were an incredible student, Windpaw.” His cheeks grew warm. “Come with me. I’m sure the others will be glad to see a familiar face.”

[SurgeFire]

This comp is closed!

Forgive me for any judging delay I beg.

[SurgeFire]

Username;; Birchii
Cat Name;; Lilyfinch
Gender;; Molly
Age;; 23 Moons
Clan;; GealachClan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;
Lilyfinch has always been an incredibly quiet feline, both in the way she moves and how little she talks. It's a skill that proves incredibly useful for hunting, but it can have its problems when it comes to conversing with clanmates or fellow apprentices. Thankfully, she wasn't alone in her more gentle and softer tendencies.

Flickerfeet has been Lilyfinch's closest friend since they were both kits, though they became best friends as apprentices. Flickerpaw's sister, Puffinpaw, was definitely more rambunctious and energetic, resulting in her being paired up with older apprentices during battle training and such. Lilypaw and Flickerpaw were both calmer and quieter; more eager to listen to their mentors thoroughly rather than diving in headfirst. They would cheer each other on, working together where they could rather than being overly competitive as apprentices tend to be.

During their downtime, when they weren't pulled along on mischief-making missions, they'd often relax beside the lake and enjoy the peaceful quiet, or take gentle walks through the heaths, pointing out beautiful flowers or interesting plants. Flickerpaw knew Lilypaw was quiet by nature and rapidly learned when conversation was welcome, or where comfortable silence was more appropriate. Lilypaw was aware that Flickerpaw had a tendency to be jumpy or superstitious, and soon learned how to put his over-eager mind to ease. More than anything, they were understanding of each other's quirks and desires, and accommodated to them as best as they could.

Becoming warriors only strengthened their friendship, as they would soon be near-inseparable. They'd hunt together and volunteer for the same patrols, and while they did spend time with other cats, it was often done as a pair. Gentle jokes are made about them being bound together, and there's been the occasional comment about how fine of a pair they make. Whenever romance questions come up, they both seem to smile sheepishly and change the topic. Most of the clan expect them to become mates at some point in the future, but having grown accustomed to their quiet and more reserved natures, they don't pester them too much, knowing if it's to happen, it'll be in their own time. Lilyfinch is hoping for the next queen to have at least two kits so that she and Flickerfeet can be mentors together.

Congrats on Lilyfinch! I thought their relationship was rather adorable, and I loved envisioning the two together, pointing out flowers and plants...
HMs to beau. (that ending was rather heartwarming ahh) and Kazin (revenge plot? interesting!).