[Mythz]

Moons ago, the five warrior clans, ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan were destroyed by a massive storm. A tornado tore through the territories, and a massive forest fire ran through ThunderClan. The cats who were able to escape alive fled. With the remaining cats, StarClan contacted many warriors, even kittypets, to create new clans. If their plan failed, the warrior code may just be lost forever.

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Welcome to Rays of New Light. For short, it may be referred to as RoNL or Rays. With the cats you gather, you can create your groups, whether it be a clan, a tribe, or whatever comes to mind. Please remember that the leveling up tasks and limits must be met. This includes no more than one leader or one deputy depending on your level unless you complete the "Expansion Challenge."

This cat has encountered a Twoleg!
What do they each think of each other?
Hmm... This Twoleg wants to give them a name -
what name does this Twoleg give them and why?

Min; 350 words
Max; 600 words, 1 art piece


Ends on June 30th, 11:59 pm EST.

Phenotype: Calico with 0gh white, green eyes and scars
Genotype: Aa//tata//spsp//McMc//BB//Oo//Ee//CC//Dd//dmdm//wdwd//WsWs//ii//wbwb//ll

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Username:
Name:
Gender: Molly
Age:

Rank:
Clan:

Prompt:

Username:
Clan Link:
Cat's Name:
Cat's Gender: Molly
Cat's Age:
Cat's Rank:

------------------------------------------ SSS: Foundation
----------------- SS: Foundation
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Father: Foundation
------------------------------------------ SDS: Foundation
----------------- SD: Foundation
------------------------------------------ SDD: Foundation

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----------------- DS: Foundation
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Dam: Foundation
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----------------- DD: Foundation
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[Gaycko]

Mark

[carpe noctem.]

Username: noctem.
Name:
Gender: Molly
Age:

Rank:
Clan:

Prompt: res.

[Goner.]

Mark

[Myst_c]

Username: Myst_c
Name: Koisplash
Gender: Molly
Age: 21 moons

Rank: Warrior -> Hunter
Clan: Sunclan

Prompt: The twoleg that named her was a little twoleg kit, female and it was a odd choice of name. Usually not the common “Fluffy” or “Mrs. Whiskerson”, The twoleg kit named her “Koi”. Simply just looking at the molly’s appearance, which is very similar to the patterns and colours of a Koi fish! Huh, Maybe the twoleg kit knew that she absolutely loved fish, all kinds! Although the twoleg kit was very nice and loving to Koi, she isn’t very fond of twolegs. There are only 2 types of twolegs to her, the extremely clingy or HATES her to the guts. Annoyed with twolegs for many more and various reasons, she chooses to stay away from those tall fur-less creatures. Except for the ones like the twoleg kit, she was very.... nice and comforting to Koi, but now she serves for Sunclan and took in a warrior name, “Koisplash”.

[TheSongOfTheStars]

Username: TheSongOfTheStars
Name: Flarerune
Gender: Molly
Age: 22 moons

Rank: second
Clan: Firelands

Prompt:
360 words
"Here Fluffy! Here Fluffy, aww, Fluffy good girl."
Fluffy.
Ugh.
If Flarerune wasn't depending soley on the good nature of the young two legs she would have scratched it.
But a bad tangle with a fox out on a scouting in unfamilliar territory resulted in a messed up sense of direction, which resulted in wandering aimlessly for several days.
By the time she reached the two leg colony she was half mad with thirst and with no inihibitions she staggered into a yard and licked the drips off a leaky faucet before passing out beneath the most pathetic bush ever.
It had to have been several hours when the two legs found her. Flarerune would have attacked if she had even an ounce of strength if the two leg hadn't started fussing and clucking over her like a mother over a new litter of kits, hovering over her injuries, not quite touching but obviously sympathetic.
It ran off and returned a moment later with water and something that smelled like food. It was barely palatable, but it filled her stomach.
For several days the process repeated. Twolegs came about dusk bringing food and water and fussed but didn't touch.
Now it kept calling her Fluffy.
Fluffy. She knew enough of Twospeak to know that the twoleg was trying to name her.
Like it thought she was staying, just because it gave her some water.
Certainly she was grateful. But she had a clan and a chief who were counting on her and she was hardly inclined to live under a bush the rest of her life for the twolegs entertainment.
"Tch tch Fluffy, come on, tch tch, stand up."
Stand up? Flarerune sighed, fine. She'd stand up. But it was because she needed to test whether or not her injuries had healed enough for her to walk.
"Fluffy! Aww! Good girl!"
Flarerune glared as the two legs reached down and smoothed the fur on the top of her head.
If only she could tell it some other way than her claws that Fluffy was not her name. Fluffy had never been her name and Fluffy would never be her name.

[Mythz]

This has been extended 24 hours - it will finish on the 1st, same time.

[TheWolfyWonder]

Username: TheWolfyWonder
Name: Russetfeather
Gender: Molly
Age: 14 Moons

Rank: Warrior
Clan: Tribe of Blazing Fire

Prompt:
Oh dang it, not another twolegs. None of them could shine a candle to my previous twoleg. They better not try and take me away. I'm in the of Tribe of Blazing Fire now and no twolegs could take that away from me. Russetfeather thought to herself, going into attack position and giving a warning hiss at the twolegs.

The young twolegs used a tree to steady herself and cooed at the she-cat, "Kitty" he babbled, pointing at the cat with a fat baby finger. Not taking note of Russettfeather's warning hiss, the twolegs kit stumbled forward, stopping to catch her balance every now and then.

Twolegs are so dumb Russetfeather thought, wait, how did this kit get so far into the forest in the first place? We're like a few hundred fox-lengths from the nearest twolegs place. The she-cat relaxed and padded over to where the twolegs was trying to recover from her fall. She nuzzled his leg and flicked her tail in front of his eyes, trying to catch his attention. Let's get you home, little one.

The twolegs kit grabbed her tail, causing an audible hiss to come from Russetfeather. She nipped at his arm, setting some ground rules.

"Sowwy, Care." He was trying to name her Caramel but he was never able to say the word, so he just settled on Care. He put his hand on the back of Russettfeather and walked with her. He was such a small twoleg kit, he couldn't have been more than 2 tail-lengths tall.

Russetfeather slowly made her way to the twolegs place. It was almost sundown when Russettfeather saw some beams of light shine through the trees, followed by the unmistakable sound of a twolegs call. The twolegs kit rubbed his eyes and stopped to sit at the base of a tree.

Oh no, it's probably way past his nesttime. Russetfeather nudged the boy with her head, trying to get him to keep moving, Not too long now, kit. It was too little too late, the kit had already fallen asleep. Russetfeather knew the other twolegs were near and ran off to get them, I'll be back with your family.

She followed the beams of light to a large group of twolegs, trampling through the forest. She bit down on the pants of one of the twolegs closest to her and pulled, trying to get them to follow. The twolegs tried to pet her but Russetfeather knew there was no time; she left the twolegs kit by himself. The twolegs finally realized she wanted them to follow her, allowing her to run back to where she had parted with the boy.

A male and a female twolegs kneeled joyfully next to the boy, engulfing him in hugs. "Skyler, you can't run off into the forest like that. You have to stay near the campsite."

Russetfeather knew her job was complete and disappeared into the shadows, running back to camp to tell the story about a twolegs kit was got lost in the woods.

[MeltiTheDragon]

Username: MeltiTheDragon
Name: Kestrelface
Gender: Female
Age: 24 Moons

Rank: Scavenger
Clan: Lucentclan

Prompt:


Kestrel's tail impatiently slapped the fence.

"Come on housefolk, come home already," she thought. She'd met them before. Nice mated pair, single litter of three kits. She had her reasons for enjoying their company. Her being a former pet, for one thing. Less annoying than her clanmates too. Usually.

Finally, she heard a door creak open. The father held the door for the mother and her brood of noisy youth. The mother's small brown eyes locked with green ones pleading for something. The folk had known Kestrel long enough to know what that something was. She bent over to grab a bag of dry kibble. The metal bowl full, one of the kits placed it right next to the fence.

Kestrel looked down and frowned. They always left it out for her at night. Occasionally, in the quiet seasons, she'd choke some down. But once you taste the wild, you can never go back. Kibble had a weird taste, almost like the stale bones of whatever it was supposed to taste like. She jumped down, ignoring the bowl entirely, and sat by the invisible wall. A sharp inhale and then a yowl. Another breath, a louder yowl. She went so far as to pretend she was in heat and caterwaul at such a pitch that she swore that the glass in front of her might shatter.

The mother sighed, and Kestrel started chattering up a storm. The good stuff was coming. She just knew it. A can of juicy meat held by thick gelatinous gravy was chopped and put in a fancy looking dish out on the patio. She sniffed it over and smiled. It was nothing other than tuna and shrimp, her very favorite food out of the sort that housefolk give to their pets. But then something struck her.

She'd had a bad hunting day today and she couldn't very well take this mush back with her.

Her shoulder slumped and she looked back inside. To her surprise, the shortest kit noticed her despair and threw open the cabinet under the toaster. She grabbed a bag of preserved salmon and put some on a play plastic plate.

"Here you go Princess! Food fit for a queen!" it squeaked before scurrying back to its scowling parents. She stared at the kit. Princess? So that's what they think of her. She beamed. It was flattering. Her previous owners hadn't thought of her as royalty, that's for certain. She'd be sure to keep an eye on this family. If they looked up to her like Lucentclan does to Twitchstar, then she'd do her best to keep that respect and keep them safe from harm. She wolfed down the tuna and shrimp, meowed a thanks back to the little ones, and took the salmon back to her clan.

[466/600 words]

[Mythz]

This was such a hard decision! Everyone's entries were great!

Username: MeltiTheDragon
Name: Kestrelface
Gender: Female
Age: 24 Moons

Rank: Scavenger
Clan: Lucentclan

Prompt:


Kestrel's tail impatiently slapped the fence.

"Come on housefolk, come home already," she thought. She'd met them before. Nice mated pair, single litter of three kits. She had her reasons for enjoying their company. Her being a former pet, for one thing. Less annoying than her clanmates too. Usually.

Finally, she heard a door creak open. The father held the door for the mother and her brood of noisy youth. The mother's small brown eyes locked with green ones pleading for something. The folk had known Kestrel long enough to know what that something was. She bent over to grab a bag of dry kibble. The metal bowl full, one of the kits placed it right next to the fence.

Kestrel looked down and frowned. They always left it out for her at night. Occasionally, in the quiet seasons, she'd choke some down. But once you taste the wild, you can never go back. Kibble had a weird taste, almost like the stale bones of whatever it was supposed to taste like. She jumped down, ignoring the bowl entirely, and sat by the invisible wall. A sharp inhale and then a yowl. Another breath, a louder yowl. She went so far as to pretend she was in heat and caterwaul at such a pitch that she swore that the glass in front of her might shatter.

The mother sighed, and Kestrel started chattering up a storm. The good stuff was coming. She just knew it. A can of juicy meat held by thick gelatinous gravy was chopped and put in a fancy looking dish out on the patio. She sniffed it over and smiled. It was nothing other than tuna and shrimp, her very favorite food out of the sort that housefolk give to their pets. But then something struck her.

She'd had a bad hunting day today and she couldn't very well take this mush back with her.

Her shoulder slumped and she looked back inside. To her surprise, the shortest kit noticed her despair and threw open the cabinet under the toaster. She grabbed a bag of preserved salmon and put some on a play plastic plate.

"Here you go Princess! Food fit for a queen!" it squeaked before scurrying back to its scowling parents. She stared at the kit. Princess? So that's what they think of her. She beamed. It was flattering. Her previous owners hadn't thought of her as royalty, that's for certain. She'd be sure to keep an eye on this family. If they looked up to her like Lucentclan does to Twitchstar, then she'd do her best to keep that respect and keep them safe from harm. She wolfed down the tuna and shrimp, meowed a thanks back to the little ones, and took the salmon back to her clan.

[466/600 words]

Congrats on your new kid !!

I'd like to give HM's to both TheWolfyWonder and TheSongOfTheStars!