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Designed loosely based off a suggestion from TheSongOfTheStars with a contest suggestion from blupcretia.

24 hour contest ending at 8:37 pm edt tomorrow. This cat has severly injured another, but why? What lead to this, and how do they feel about it? Was it an accident or was there motive? You have a minimum of 200 words and a maximum of 700 words.

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]Link to thread:[/b]
[b]prompt:[/b]

[knickknacks]

username: knickknacks
name: Morgan Brightplume alias: Quill
Link to thread: Oakarch Court
prompt: [531 words]

The Court was dark and silent tonight. No galas or meetings going on, no candles flickering from the hollows of the city in the trees. All of the nobles that would be bustling about by day were, for the most part, silent and sleeping.

For the most part. One faint light gleamed from a secluded little hollow near the forest floor.

Quill didn’t dare light more than a single stubby candle, but he had to be able to see himself. He scrabbled with his belt, with the straps on his arms, disarming himself quickly and silently as he could. The two knives normally sheathed along his arms were removed to their hiding spots without fuss.

And his third knife, his most prized one? That one was bloodstained tonight. Quill withdrew it from the folds of his coat, staring for a second at the spattered blade. The dark spots on it seemed to wink at him in the light of his tiny candle, as though reminding him of his actions tonight. He would have to clean this one tonight.

As he began working to clean the blade, Quill’s thoughts wandered back to his task tonight. He hadn’t been called upon by a member of the Court in quite some time. By day, he was a respectable member of the Court, as well-kept and charming as can be. But depending on how you asked, and how much you were willing to pay, he could also serve as an assassin for hire. The young cat’s business had died off over the last few months, especially in the commotion of the previous Lord’s death- nobody wanted to be caught hiring an assassin, even one as careful as Quill, lest they draw suspicion upon themselves.

But three nights ago, Quill had been offered a job. He had been instructed to kill the new heir to the Oakarch Court- one Lionel Brookleafe.

He’d been a bit rusty for sure- the guards to the young lord’s chambers had almost caught Quill sneaking in- but after that initial scare, it had been easy enough to soundlessly creep to where the young lord was asleep, sprawled haphazardly in his nest.

It had also been easy to find his throat and draw his blade across it. It was always something of a marvel, albeit a morbid one, to Quill. How fragile living beings really were, how easy it was for a life to end. How easy it was to be the one wielding the knife.

And now, back in his own safe hollow, he was able to switch personas once more, shifting from the sought-after Quill to the perfectly harmless Morgan Brightplume. Morgan was known throughout the Court as a cat almost overly fond of good food and only marginally skilled at dancing. Certainly not a likely candidate for an assassin.

But then, how often was it, really, that the dangerous ones were those you assumed them to be?

Tomorrow night, after his client- whom he still didn’t know the name of, in fact- had ascertained that Lionel was well and truly dead, Morgan would don the mask of Quill once more and collect his payment.

Simple as that.

[Wet Bread]

username: Wet Bread
name: Worm
Link to thread: Rusted Daemons
prompt:
A small gray form moved carefully through the night. The scraggly little cat couldn't believe what she saw. It was Worm! She'd been the one to push Brigit off the cliff into the swirling waters below. The cat was shocked and horrified. Worm had to know that it would hurt her and that Brigit couldn't use her fire magic from the waters. Was she even alive anymore? The cat, being the coward she was, turned and ran right away.

If she could just get close enough to the scrapyard, close enough to camp, she could send a message to Bael, their leader. She had to know what Worm, what her daughter had done.

"Ratatoskr." The smooth voice spoke as the brown cat stepped out of the shadow of the trees in front her. Ratatoskr gasped and froze.

"Worm," She breathed, fearful. "What are you doing here?" How'd she know Ratatoskr had been there?

"I can't let you get that message back to my mother." Worm spoke, stepping forward. Her eyes gleamed darkly. Was this really the same magic-less cat that grew up in Rusted Daemons.

"Worm! Let's just calm down for a moment!" Ratatoskr called out with panic. The larger brown cat pounced.

When Worm stepped away from the little gray, pathetic Ratatoskr, she was unconscious, but not dead. Now Worm would have to decide how to deal with her next. The safest thing to do would be to kill her, but Worm could see what would happen if she didn't. If she chased Ratatoskr away, she'd never return. The gray cat was too scared to take a stand against Worm.

It was her visions of the future that had gotten her into this mess. She didn't particularly want to be responsible for Brigit's death, but she had no other choice. Brigit found out about Worm's divination and she saw it. Brigit was going to tell her mother, the one cat that couldn't ever know.

Worm would hurt anyone to prevent that from happening.

[StormSerpent]

username: StormSerpent
name: war cry of a desperate spider (spider)
Link to thread: Evergrim
prompt:


Spider laughed. “Heh, wimp.” he kicked the unconscious cat laying on the floor, leaving a smear of blood. He rolled his eyes and walked away with a smirk. Left behind him was a small trail of glistening teardrops, but he wiped them away, no one would see how weak he was.

Earlier that morning Ace came up to him. “I'm sorry for your lo-” she started but Spider narrowed his eyes and smacked her, claws caught her eyebrow and left a scratch. “Don’t talk to me unless I say you can.” She bought it and ran away. He didn’t like how she had just walked up and spoken, but it didn’t bother him too much. What really cut to his core was what she was saying, his father had died earlier, but his father was a piece of trash who didn’t even acknowledge Spider. He acted like he didn’t care, but with his dad he just didn’t know how to feel. Was he sad he died? Was he happy? He knew he had feelings about it, but he just buried them in the back of his mind under piles of anger and snow. But Ace had to bring it up to his face, everyone else was too scared to, but Ace was just too nice. He knew he’d get her back later.

“Hey ace.” he said when he saw her alone in a hallway, she turned around and he hit her with a heavy board, it splintered and reopened the eyebrow wound. She gasped and fell to the ground and he stood on her “Don’t talk to me.” he said before punching her unconscious. He bent over sobbing thinking about his dad for just a second then broke into laughter as he dug his claws into the body below. “Heh, wimp.”

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username: knickknacks
name: Morgan Brightplume alias: Quill
Link to thread: Oakarch Court
prompt: [531 words]

The Court was dark and silent tonight. No galas or meetings going on, no candles flickering from the hollows of the city in the trees. All of the nobles that would be bustling about by day were, for the most part, silent and sleeping.

For the most part. One faint light gleamed from a secluded little hollow near the forest floor.

Quill didn’t dare light more than a single stubby candle, but he had to be able to see himself. He scrabbled with his belt, with the straps on his arms, disarming himself quickly and silently as he could. The two knives normally sheathed along his arms were removed to their hiding spots without fuss.

And his third knife, his most prized one? That one was bloodstained tonight. Quill withdrew it from the folds of his coat, staring for a second at the spattered blade. The dark spots on it seemed to wink at him in the light of his tiny candle, as though reminding him of his actions tonight. He would have to clean this one tonight.

As he began working to clean the blade, Quill’s thoughts wandered back to his task tonight. He hadn’t been called upon by a member of the Court in quite some time. By day, he was a respectable member of the Court, as well-kept and charming as can be. But depending on how you asked, and how much you were willing to pay, he could also serve as an assassin for hire. The young cat’s business had died off over the last few months, especially in the commotion of the previous Lord’s death- nobody wanted to be caught hiring an assassin, even one as careful as Quill, lest they draw suspicion upon themselves.

But three nights ago, Quill had been offered a job. He had been instructed to kill the new heir to the Oakarch Court- one Lionel Brookleafe.

He’d been a bit rusty for sure- the guards to the young lord’s chambers had almost caught Quill sneaking in- but after that initial scare, it had been easy enough to soundlessly creep to where the young lord was asleep, sprawled haphazardly in his nest.

It had also been easy to find his throat and draw his blade across it. It was always something of a marvel, albeit a morbid one, to Quill. How fragile living beings really were, how easy it was for a life to end. How easy it was to be the one wielding the knife.

And now, back in his own safe hollow, he was able to switch personas once more, shifting from the sought-after Quill to the perfectly harmless Morgan Brightplume. Morgan was known throughout the Court as a cat almost overly fond of good food and only marginally skilled at dancing. Certainly not a likely candidate for an assassin.

But then, how often was it, really, that the dangerous ones were those you assumed them to be?

Tomorrow night, after his client- whom he still didn’t know the name of, in fact- had ascertained that Lionel was well and truly dead, Morgan would don the mask of Quill once more and collect his payment.

Simple as that.

winner ^u^
pls do not kill Lionel he is baby, I loved designing him

[knickknacks]

aaAH thank you so much :0

(don't worry, Lionel lives!! I promise)

[knickknacks]

gifting this cat to stormserpent! enjoy ant farm man <3