[Birchii]

Username: Birchii
Name: Stagkit -> (Stagcall)
Gender: Tom
Clan: GealachClan
Age: 3 Moons
Rank: Kit

Prompt:
"Come on, Stagkit, I wanna go and listen to the elders' stories!" The small brown tabby she-kit pounced on her brother's back, gently biting his hear to grab his attention

"I don't want to, Elmkit... You go, I want a nap," Stagkit replied, shrugging his sister off and curling up into a ball. Elmkit huffed a sigh at her brother, sticking her tongue out before hopping away from their nest.

"Why have you been so weird lately? Sometimes you beat me out of the nursery, other times you just hide in the nest or in Momma's fur," Elmkit mewed, frowning at Stagkit. The tom caught his sister's gaze by accident, quickly looking away to feign interest in the den walls.

"What is it? Are you sick? Have you turned into a mouse? Afraid of the rain?" Elmkit purred with amusement.

"I am NOT scared of the rain!" Stagkit jumped to his paws, defiantly denying his sister's claim, but a small shudder swept across him.

"If you're not scared, then let's go out. Right now." Elmkit dared her brother.

"Fine!" Stagkit stomped past his sister angrily, aiming straight for the den exit, but halted before he departed. He stared out into the camp, where rain was bouncing off of the ground, excess water dripping from the vines that swept across the den entrance. He lifted a paw, almost stepping out into the clearing, but a tremble ran across his body.

"You ARE scared of the rain! Why?" Elmkit tilted her head, confused.

"Grizzlestripe said that rain is the tears of the sad evil cats who died and if you stay out in it for too long, you'll lose all your fur!" Stagkit sprinted back to his nest, burrowing deep into the moss and heather to protect himself from harm. "I'm not going out there until it's sunny!"

[Goner.]

Closed for judging

[Goner.]

Congrats! I loved the way this was written!

Username: Sixbane
Name: Redpaw
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Gladeclan
Age: 10 moons
Rank: Apprentice

Prompt:

"Fear, fear- is what drives me. I am afraid, of being afraid"

Redpaw is not afraid of anything tangible, she's not afraid of the dangerous things, of fire or death, she's not afraid of her clanmates- or enemy clans, or even the nasty gators in the woods. Sure, she might get a good adrenaline rush and flee from them, but not unreasonably. Surely, the others wouldn't fail to understand or tease her for a reasonable fear.

What she is afraid of, is being too afraid. She's terrified of this vision she continues to have- call it a premonition from starclan, a warning, or call it a silly dream of a young cat. A vision of being frozen, like a cat stunned in the center of the great thunderpaths as the monster comes barreling towards them. The thought of letting down her clan and of letting down herself when the moment is most dire is one she cant escape.

Her every action is shaped, formed around this great fear, to the point of stark paranoia that makes her stand out among the apprentices, every small confrontation scares her away for her fear that it could be the great moment that she herself brings great disaster to her clans.

Her fear is a great one, and a heavy burden on such a tiny kit. She however, shapes and nurtures her own fear and makes it a thousand times worse than it already is.

And truly, it could have just been a bad dream after all.

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Extra:

[huskypawz]

Congratulations! I plan to reuse my art so please don't use it c:

[Sixbane]

Aa thankyou so much, I'm glad you liked the writing qvq/
I adore this little kit and have plenty of concepts for her as she grows up! I'll take good care of her