[Goner.]

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This kid was told a scary story by one of their clan mates and now they have a hard time sleeping at night.
What was the story about? Why is this cat so afraid of what they were told?
You are allowed one optional art piece as an extra.
Minimum 100 words. Maximum 650 words.

End Date: June 5, 11:59pm EST

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Description: Chocolate tabby with amber eyes.
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Siblings: None Living

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[Shadowflight13]

Username: Shadowflight13
Name: Acornpaw
Gender: tom
Clan: Cometclan
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Apprentice

Prompt: Acornpaw rested his chin on his paws, huddled in the apprentice den. The others were already fast asleep, but he was wide awake. The wind was whistling through the tunnels and caves, creating a high pitched wail. The fur on the back of his neck spiked, as he remembered the story Mothpaw had told a few moons ago. It had been a windy night, like this one.

"A cat I used to know told me that caves are full of ghosts," Mothpaw had said. "They follow the source of their unfinished business form underground, and caves let them get to the surface. On nights like this, you can hear them wailing."

"But we're in a cave right now," Acornpaw had said anxiously. "You don't think that ghosts could come here, do you?" Mothpaw had only shrugged.

The conversation had moved on, and the others seemed to forget the story, but none of them had ghosts that would follow them. Acornpaw laid awake, unable to sleep, especially when the wind was loud. He was terrified that the ghosts from his past would come out of the darkness to claim him. He kept his eyes fixed on the dark entrance to the apprentice's den.

It wasn't my fault, he thought. I had to, please, you have to understand...

The wind kept howling, whistling through Cometclan's caves. Acornpaw's tail twitched nervously at a sound outside the den, but it was just a leaf being whisked across the cavern floor. Every little sound only made him more scared to close his eyes, but he was so tired... Why oh why did Mothpaw have to tell that story? (275 words)

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[Ravendarus]

Username: Ravendarus
Name: Quietpaw (Quietdream)
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Echoclan
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Apprentice

Prompt:
Shadowstep glanced down at them, "I went into the trees... I expected a normal forest but instead was a dark and dank forest. I knew something wasn't right. I soon wandered around the strange forest. My eyes widened as I looked at cold fog rolling in. Nothing could be seen all around. The mist was heavy in the air and it was hard to breathe.

Inhaling slowly, my eyes squinted to see farther into the screen that lay in front of me. I cautiously stepped forward towards a fading light. Before I made it to far, I was hurled back and slammed to the ground. I gasped for breath as the air was knocked out of me. The light faded away before me and a cold chill fell over, and I shivered at the sudden change in the temperature. Cold breathing fell to my side, I jumped up and got away from it, I turned around, but saw nothing, my breath still coming in ragged spurts. My eyes dilated in the darkness as I tried to regain my thoughts.

I turned, the shadow was no where to be seen, but I saw something on the edge of the forest, it was a pale hand reaching out for me and deep golden eyes I noticed matched that of my own now that the light reflected against it. The shadow flew at me once more, going straight through me, I fell over in pain, and came crashing down onto hard dirt floor. My body crumbled, pain burst through every bone I mumbled amazed that I was still alive, I let out a groan and started to get up when another wave of pain shot through me, yet it was not because of my landing, it was another mind breaking headache. I shook with pain, but it subsided with my coughing.

The fit racked my body and refused to let go of me as I curled forward to ward off the pain in my chest. My eyes clutched shut and my body moved with each hack of air through my lungs. I called for help... but all went black, I woke up back at camp and I never went into the Forest of Mists again." Shadowstep said, Quietpaw who was pale from the story, she would forever be scared of that story and never go near the mists again, that night was to hard to sleep. She was terrified of the shadows coming to hurt her like they did Shadowstep. She was terrified of the possibility of something stalking her in the mists lurking around every corner.

Quietpaw decided that she would never stay up for scary stories again, no matter how much Smallkit bugged her to join him and Wolfkit for them. She was not a brave cat at all and something as scary as that would keep her up for days. Her imagine always ran wild, not to mention her crippling anxiety. She would just... never sleep again! Perfect.


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[huskypawz]

Username: Thunder.Collects
Name: Figpaw (Figheart)
Gender: Male
Clan: CreekClan
Age: 9 Moons
Rank: Apprentice

Prompt:
"Cats who die under clan law before receiving their warrior's names are sent into a walk of pure isolation, regardless of their life's intentions, good or bad. The only way they can be spared their suffering and loneliness is if a clan leader is to name a kitten with the suffix Spirit. Most leaders do this once a cat is discovered dead because who wants a young cat to suffer, but some leaders don't. Many kittens were lost because Harestar didn't name them and many cats don't know their names, but Briarstar has freed many. There is no way to find these kittens unless they come forward at the full moon and tell a cat their names and how they died. Then, their spirits can be freed if the clan leader decides to do the ceremony in front of the entire clan."

Figpaw shivered as his mentor told the tale, sadness filling his heart. He was disappointed to hear that so many young souls were lost in isolation and would never be free. Why didn't they come forward and tell some cat that they were there, longing to be free? He would free them, he would make sure Briarstar did the ceremony. Why weren't other cats like this? He didn't really want to know the answer, it was probably something cruel.

'Wait. What would happen if I died before I was made a warrior? Who would free me? Would Briarstar? She doesn't know me very well and I feel like she dislikes me, but would she leave me to suffer in isolation?' Fear clouded Figpaw's judgment. Of course, Briarstar wouldn't doom him like that. She was a fair leader, even if she disliked another warrior. If Figpaw were to die early he would be sent to the stars. Fear just makes it hard for him to understand that.

Figpaw is now struggling with fear and confidence issues because he wants to prove himself to his clan so that if he does die before being made a warrior he would be sent to a happy life shortly afterward.
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[kamelgirl]

username: kamelgirl
name: cedarkit
gender: tom
clan: rimeclan
age: 2.5 moons
rank: kit

prompt: At the sound of pawsteps, Cedarkit dropped everything he was doing. "Mom's home!" he cheered, bouncing around the den.

"I'm not your mom," Eveningstar corrected automatically, but she looked happy so Cedarkit let it slide.

"Find any new cats?" he asked instead.

Eveningstar swiped her tongue across his ear. "No, but I did find some loners who might join." Cedarkit thought privately that the loners could keep to themselves. "I haven't found your mom yet, but I'm still looking."

Cedarkit had never known his birth mother. Eveningstar had found him wandering alone in the snow two moons ago and took him in. Cedarkit preferred just the two of them; any new cats who came might pull her away, leaving him alone again - nope. Bad thought. Think about something else. "Mom, tell me a story!"

"I'm not- nevermind. Alright, you want a cool story or a funny story?"

Cedarkit contemplated this. "I want a scary story," he decided.

"You sure? Those stories are pretty scary."

"I'm brave!" Cedarkit bounced a little. "I can take it!"

"We'll see." Eveningstar settled down on the floor. "Sit down, kid, here's a real scary story." Cedarkit scrambled under her chin. Once he was tucked in, Eveningstar began. "Once upon a time, in the very last days of the old Rimeclan under Swallowstar-"

"Why was he called Swallowstar? Did he like to eat things?"

"She, Cedarkit. And a swallow's a bird. Now hush. Swallowstar was doing her best, but she wasn't a very good leader and the clan was starving. One by one, the cats went away until only a few remained. One - a warrior named Hazelflower - stayed behind with her mate Hawkclaw and their kits. Now, one day-"

"A bear came and ate them all-"

"One day, Hawkclaw told Hazelflower," Eveningstar affected a deep, grumpy tone. "'Hazelflower, the kids are starvin' and it's time for us to go.' Now, Hazelflower was very loyal, and she didn't want to go. So she told him, 'Hawkclaw, Swallowstar needs us and we are not leaving.' But Hawkclaw was sure they'd all die if they stayed, so they fought. Finally, she told him to get out and she'd claw him if he ever came back. So he left. After that, things just kept getting worse. It was leafbare and cats were going hungry and sometimes, when a cat is very very hungry, they go to Starclan, and a lot of cats did that. The whole time, Hazelflower was keeping up everyone's spirits and encouraging them. But one day - one cold, cold morning - she woke up next to the bodies of her dead kits."

Cedarkit's mouth hung open in horror.

"Yes. All three of them, gone to Starclan. Hazelflower saw red. She'd been so loyal, she'd left everyone she loved, and now her kits were dead. So she went outside - there was a blizzard going on - and tracked Swallowstar out into the storm. And when she caught up, guess what she did - she leaped on Swallowstar, and bit her in the throat. Now Swallowstar fought back, and they tore each other to pieces. But in the end, Hazelflower still had a bit of life left. So she staggered back to camp, leaving a trail of bloody pawsteps behind her, and died right there in the nursery, next to the dead bodies of her kits. And even now, they say, Hazelflower's spirit haunts these very mountains, seeking for more kits to replace the ones she lost. Kits just - like - y-"

Eveningstar hesitated. Cedarkit was staring up at her, shaking, eyes wide with terror. "Maybe that story wasn't very age-appropriate," she muttered.

"Kits?" Cedarkit wailed. "Mom, what if she comes after me?"

"She won't- it's just a story- oh, for-"

Cedarkit spent the entire night between Eveningstar's paws and didn't sleep a wink. He never asked for a scary story again. [649/650]

[dimi.]

Marking for archive purposes.

[Goner.]

I’m extremely sorry for the long wait!
Congrats to shadowflight! The story was very well written and the art was absolutely adorable!

Username: Shadowflight13
Name: Acornpaw
Gender: tom
Clan: Cometclan
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Apprentice

Prompt: Acornpaw rested his chin on his paws, huddled in the apprentice den. The others were already fast asleep, but he was wide awake. The wind was whistling through the tunnels and caves, creating a high pitched wail. The fur on the back of his neck spiked, as he remembered the story Mothpaw had told a few moons ago. It had been a windy night, like this one.

"A cat I used to know told me that caves are full of ghosts," Mothpaw had said. "They follow the source of their unfinished business form underground, and caves let them get to the surface. On nights like this, you can hear them wailing."

"But we're in a cave right now," Acornpaw had said anxiously. "You don't think that ghosts could come here, do you?" Mothpaw had only shrugged.

The conversation had moved on, and the others seemed to forget the story, but none of them had ghosts that would follow them. Acornpaw laid awake, unable to sleep, especially when the wind was loud. He was terrified that the ghosts from his past would come out of the darkness to claim him. He kept his eyes fixed on the dark entrance to the apprentice's den.

It wasn't my fault, he thought. I had to, please, you have to understand...

The wind kept howling, whistling through Cometclan's caves. Acornpaw's tail twitched nervously at a sound outside the den, but it was just a leaf being whisked across the cavern floor. Every little sound only made him more scared to close his eyes, but he was so tired... Why oh why did Mothpaw have to tell that story? (275 words)

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[Shadowflight13]

Ahh oh my god, thank you so much!! I will cherish my poor anxious boy. <3