[muttgirl310]

username: Muttgirl310
cat name: Cinnamonskip- https://muttgirl310rise.weebly.com/
clan: Pikaclan
rank: Warrior
gender: female
age: 55 Moons

prompt:

“What are you doing in here?” Cinnamonskip growled at the little kits in her den.

“We wanted to see the eagle feather you have. None of us had seen one before.” The kits apologized and Cinnamonskip sighed.

“Next time just ask. I don’t like people being near it when I’m not here. It’s very important to me.” She moved into the den and tugged the feather from its normal resting place. She held it for the kits to view and watched their eyes grow wide.

A chorus of exclamations filled the cave and then a voice called, “where did you get it?”

Cinnamonskip put the feather back gingerly and then resumed sitting before the kits, “Did any of you hear of my mother? Applefeather? When she was just an apprentice, she and her mentor ran into an eagle while on patrol. It was was attacking her mentor, but she tried her very best to fight off the eagle, gaining her a few scars and the feather. Once the eagle had fled, no longer interested in the pair of cats, Applefeather dragged her mentor all the way back to the clan. The clan leader gifted her the feather as a sign of her bravery. She wore it proudly in her fur until she passed it down to me.”

Cinnamonskip smiles fondly at the memory. She smiled, “hopefully one day I will be able to put it in my fur as a mark of my bravery.”

The kits continued to listen to her eagerly and Cinnamonskip chuckled softly, “come now, your mothers must be worried.”

She nudged the kits out of the den and paused a moment, looking back at the feather. One day she’d wear it in her fur just like her mother, but not yet.

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[ThatDragonAdara]

username: ThatDragonAdara
cat name: Alderpaw (Alderstrike)
clan: Kithclan
rank: Apprentice
gender: Male
age: 11 Moons

prompt: What is this cat's most treasured possession? wip!

- Alderpaw is a cat who plans to get revenge on his old clan
- Was probably abused as a kit
- Is competing with Peachstalker for the title of deputy
- Is the apprentice of Shellcalmer

[SurgeFire]

username: SurgeFire
cat name: Commaberry
clan: AsterClan
rank: Moon Crafter
gender: Female
age: 34 Moons

prompt:

"I can confidently say that I have seen countless items within my time as a Moon Crafter."

Commaberry passed over her assortment of items, minding each one.
She was a trader, of course. One who dealt with goods and other cats; hoping to make peace and profit over it, for the good of the Clan.
Lavenderpaw had always been curious of her trade. Although she wasn't certain she'd head the same path, there was something of a charm to it; it was interesting, to know that there was a rank that dealt with trade and value and also keeping close contact with many other cats.
With every trinket she could point out where she had attained it from. "This one," the tortoiseshell molly gestured to a sparkling stone, which caught Lavenderpaw by its beauty, "was from a clever cat with a strange name. He'd told me they usually gave out three names to each cat... hah, as if I could remember what I'd eaten yesterday, much less my Clanmate's third name!"
Quite the happy cat... I honestly look up to her, Lavenderpaw thought.

But her demeanor dipped once she took a glimpse at another strange object.
It was a tooth, of sorts, connected by a string; odd, but not entirely unusual.
"And this," Commaclaw stopped, grasping it gently to get a better look, "is from my early days. I'd met such a graceful young molly, but with a wit as sharp as this very tooth. I'd wish I'd gotten to know her better. The next time I met with the Clan, I was informed of her sudden passing."

A sudden scene of blossoms and love seemed to invade Commaclaw's daydreaming, then fading away as quickly as it came.
"...I still have some items to show you, yes?"
Her demeanor faltered.

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[silver ~]

username: orbiting
cat name: sweetberry
clan: orbitclan - Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3956770
rank: warrior
gender: female
age: 27 moons
prompt:
Sweetberry was tired of hearing about how kind she was. Her only asset was that she was a bonafide sweetheart, a loveable darling.
Spoiler: she wasn’t. Not really. Sweetberry was a cat with a yearning for drama, for violence. She loved battles, whether physical or verbal, and tension made her excited when she got to experience it. She kept this side of her hidden, the side always itching for a fight, a battle, even if she had to create it herself. She hid it, and she hid it well.
She wasn’t the ball of joy everyone thought she was. But how could she prove it successfully?
There was one night when she had decided to go hunting, by herself, completely alone. It made the experience more thrilling.
She spotted a rabbit enjoying some fallen acorns beneath a tree, nibbling happily on them without a care. As she began to approach it, the rabbit looked up, in her direction but through her, widened its eyes in terror and darted away.
It couldn’t have seen Sweetberry. What had it seen, to make it run so fast like that? Like it’s life was in danger?
She turned and there it was - a dead rattlesnake. It must’ve slithered in from the rock meadow.
The rabbit had seen it and just from appearance, turned tail & fled. Even though there was no real danger, nothing to worry about at all; how amazing.
Sweetberry keeps the snake’s rattle as a token. It reminds her that no matter how something may look, you should never judge it based on appearance. After all, a sleeping rattlesnake may just look dead to some...
And Sweetberry was about ready to wake up.
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congrats!

[orbiting]

Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I absolutely love her.