[I Like Bees]

What is this cat's favorite rock? Why?

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] dfab
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b] (Please link)
[b]Age:[/b] (1 year or above)
[b]Prompt:[/b]

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Name: Dustrise
Gender: Shecat
Rank: Shallow
Clan: Ruinclan
Description: Lilac-cream tortie with green eyes
Age: 61 moons
Edits: -
Owner: CloudtheHen

[Herding Cats]

Username: HerdingCats
Cat Name: Jayhop
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Brightclan
Age: 47 months
Prompt: Jayhop was never the type to get sentimental about objects. Kits had their favorite feathers to chase, apprentices has their favorite trees to climb, and elders had their favorite spots to nap. It had all seemed rather silly to assign such significance to a thing. Jayhop couldn't care less where she did what.
Until, of course, the day that all changed. It was early fall, the best part of fall, when it's not so sticky as summer but not quite cool like winter. Jayhop had just plunged into the river after a fish that managed to slip away. Peeved, tired, and wet, Jayhop decided to swim to a rock jutting out if the center of the river rather than back to the shore for some relaxing sunbathing. She shook off her pelt as best she could before stretching out her wet stomach to the sun. The push and pull between heat and chill provided by the sun and slight breeze respectively nudged Jayhop towards sleep.
Suddenly, SMACK! All the air was pushed out of Jayhop's lungs. Jayhop awoke immediately and wheezed as she opened her eyes. It was a... salmon? Jayhop rose to her feet and killed the creature as soon as she was able, but more surprising than the attack fish was the mass of salmon that Jayhop now saw struggling their way upstream.
"What the fish..." Jayhop muttered in bewilderment. She watched as another salmon hopped up into the rock and flopped at her feet. Effortless hunting! A rock which rewarded her laziness, Jayhop decided, was a rock worth favoring.

[espen.]

Username: Featherwind3975
Cat Name: Goosepounce
Gender: dfab
Rank: Warrior
Clan: (Please link)
Age: 36 moons, 3 yrs.
Prompt: Goosepounce's favorite rock is, and always will be...Calcite! When she was a kit, her mother took Goosepounce and her siblings to a small crack in the earth called a cave. "This here is called calcite, kits," their mother told them, pointing her nose towards a pinkish vein running from the floor to the high ceiling. Goosepounce, being the most curious of the bunch, licked the vein and was met with a salty fishy flavor on her rough tongue. She kept licking it until her mother scolded her and told them it was time to return home.

[skarekrowkid]

username: fishi.
cat name: otterstreak
gender: tom
rank: day hunter
clan: the group of day and night
age: young
prompt:

otterstreak enjoys the small, flat rock on the border of the territory that has a dip in it. he likes the gritty, sweaty journey through the acres and acres of land they posses to get to they rock. why, you might ask? well, it's the source of the stream in the camp! there's an underground river that splits up into several small streams across the territory. back to the topic, though. why does he enjoy the rock, the journey, the stream.. it all adds up, you see. on a sunny day, otterstreak follows the stream that runs through the camp upwards until he gets to the rock. by then, if he started at dawn, it would be around sunhigh when he got to the rock. he would be sweaty, dusty, gross.. in need of a wash, you could say. then, otterstreak would take a drink in the cold, fresh water, and plunge into the stream! that's right, he likes to get his paws wet- it suits his name. the water cools him down and washes the sweat and dirt of off him. once otterstreak's done with his swim, he takes a snooze on the flat, warm rock. it warms and dries his pelt, and gives him just the right amount of relaxation from his day hunting patrols on his day off.

[CloudtheHen]

username: CloudtheHen
cat name: Dustrise
gender: Shecat
age: 61 moons
rank: Shallow
clan: Ruinclan
prompt: (oof got too inspired sorry?? -^-)

Dustrise was nearing her last breath. She didn't mind. She had lived an uncomfortable, unbalanced,
unsatisfying life; it was about time she made herself useful. One less mouth to feed.

This was the mantra she has embedded into herself as she pawed at a rock. A small lodestone floating
atop a dead leaf in a murky puddle. It was an odd thing--no matter how much she attacked the water or
clawed the leaf or insulted the rock, it refused to sink. Something about it magnetising to the north, or
something? It gazed up at her with no expression whatsoever as you'd expect from, well, a rock.

Yet Dustrise felt offended for some reason. Maybe it was her old age upgrading her grumpiness levels. Maybe
it was her pent-up irritation translating into pettiness.

Or maybe it was the fact she suffered from dyspraxia.

It wasn't a smooth transition when she developed it. She had to be dragged to the greenhouse, shackles
raised. Fine, dragged was an exaggeration--she was helped by her clanmates just so she could limp there.
It was devastating to discover that she was suddenly useless. Suddenly hopeless. Suddenly nothing. All
because of an injury she couldn't even remember getting. Apparently, her lifespan shortened too.

The lodestone before her had stilled, with a distorted reflection of her behind it. This is gonna be one of
those moments, wasn't it? When she realises she sees herself in that rock. When she remembers she had once
gazed up but now only glared down in disappointment of herself. When she gets mad at how she was relating
to a rock, and yet SHE was the one to sink while that STUPID rock STAYED FLOATING--

Drip. Dustrise stopped herself. Warmth was seeping from her eyes, joining the puddle below. Hah... Crying
over of a rock? She really was getting old. Maybe she should just let time slip, life fade and everything fall
from under her. Maybe she should just let herself down and be done with it.

Or... Or maybe she should get over herself and try gazing up again. Rocks sink, but always resurface on the
shore. She sunk, but still holding her breath. It can't get any harder than it already is, right?

Yeah. It's about time she made herself useful.

[Guest]

Username: Nootle
Cat Name: Slantedclaws
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: QuarryClan https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4167058
Age: 21 moons
Prompt: He loves all rocks! He loves them all, because when he was a wee kit, he would play with the rocks, and act like they were his friends! ;D

[I Like Bees]

username: CloudtheHen
cat name: Dustrise
gender: Shecat
age: 61 moons
rank: Shallow
clan: Ruinclan
prompt: (oof got too inspired sorry?? -^-)

Dustrise was nearing her last breath. She didn't mind. She had lived an uncomfortable, unbalanced,
unsatisfying life; it was about time she made herself useful. One less mouth to feed.

This was the mantra she has embedded into herself as she pawed at a rock. A small lodestone floating
atop a dead leaf in a murky puddle. It was an odd thing--no matter how much she attacked the water or
clawed the leaf or insulted the rock, it refused to sink. Something about it magnetising to the north, or
something? It gazed up at her with no expression whatsoever as you'd expect from, well, a rock.

Yet Dustrise felt offended for some reason. Maybe it was her old age upgrading her grumpiness levels. Maybe
it was her pent-up irritation translating into pettiness.

Or maybe it was the fact she suffered from dyspraxia.

It wasn't a smooth transition when she developed it. She had to be dragged to the greenhouse, shackles
raised. Fine, dragged was an exaggeration--she was helped by her clanmates just so she could limp there.
It was devastating to discover that she was suddenly useless. Suddenly hopeless. Suddenly nothing. All
because of an injury she couldn't even remember getting. Apparently, her lifespan shortened too.

The lodestone before her had stilled, with a distorted reflection of her behind it. This is gonna be one of
those moments, wasn't it? When she realises she sees herself in that rock. When she remembers she had once
gazed up but now only glared down in disappointment of herself. When she gets mad at how she was relating
to a rock, and yet SHE was the one to sink while that STUPID rock STAYED FLOATING--

Drip. Dustrise stopped herself. Warmth was seeping from her eyes, joining the puddle below. Hah... Crying
over of a rock? She really was getting old. Maybe she should just let time slip, life fade and everything fall
from under her. Maybe she should just let herself down and be done with it.

Or... Or maybe she should get over herself and try gazing up again. Rocks sink, but always resurface on the
shore. She sunk, but still holding her breath. It can't get any harder than it already is, right?

Yeah. It's about time she made herself useful.

Congrats! This is beautifully written, and I'm looking forward to seeing Dustrise developed further!

[CloudtheHen]

Congrats! This is beautifully written, and I'm looking forward to seeing Dustrise developed further!

aa sorry for the late reply but thank you so much,,,?? It was so nice to read what others thought of for her, so I'll be sure to take care of her well!!