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

24 hour contest ending at 1:44 pm edt tomorrow. This cat looks for certain qualities in their role models. What are these qualities, and what do they hope to inspire in themself? You have a minimum of 100 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]

👀 markity mark

[metanoia.]

username: luca rayne.
name: cherrybird
Link to thread: link
prompt: cherrybird admires a lot of cats, many of whom are sadly not with her anymore. she believes that they left a lasting impact on her because of how strong, quick-witted, admirable, and loving they were. they had helped her out when she needed them the most, even if she didn't know it. her mother, ivorywind, was cherrybird's biggest inspiration. ivorywind had raised cherrybird by herself for three moons before they joined whispclan. she had taught cherrybird how to help others out and how to compromise on an agreement without jumping into a fight. for that, cherrybird is eternally grateful for her departed mother. she misses her terribly, but knows just how much ivorywind has taught her. another inspiration to cherrybird is her best friend, brokenstar. they had became fast friends when cherrybird had first joined whispclan and grew up together. brokenstar had been an amazing friend during cherrybird's rough patch after ivorywind's death, and had even offered cherrybird the chance to become deputy after seeing how strong and smart the young cat was. even though cherrybird declined the offer, she is grateful for her friend helping her through everything. while she has many more role models, cherrybird feels like these two will have lasting impacts on her forever. she hopes to become a smart cat who does not jump into a fight without talking it out first and she hopes to become an excellent mother to her kits and teach them to never give up, no matter how hard life is.

251 words

[kittykore]

username: kittykore
name: tawny
Link to thread: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4266641
prompt:

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username: Placebo
name: Marquess Vincent "Vince" Calloway-Dupont
Link to thread: Lerwick
prompt: {456}

"Remember, Vincent. A royal must always..." Vince was quick to let his tutor's voice fade into white noise. Good stars, what a bore.

But, wait, something caught his attention over her shoulder. There! The warrior's son, out in the courtyard. Gliding through the open space with all the sureness and grace in the world, with his head held aloft. Chest high, arms crossed behind his back. Vince's eyes sparkled with interest for the first time that day. His thoughts strayed.

It was weird to find a role model in one of your peers.

It was even weirder when said peer was in a lower social class than you, too.

There was something... oddly compelling about the tom, that warrior's son. So devil-may-care. So at ease. So slick spoken.

So cool. Christopher was his name. Christopher did whatever he wanted. Stars above... Vince wished he had that luxury. Ooh, but if he did, the places he'd go...

Far away from this stuffy manor, that's for sure. And this town. And this country, while he was at it.

"Vincent!"

The hiss from his instructor brought him back to the presence. He scowled. And these lessons too, please.

Vince bets Christopher's already seen so much, even though Christopher was only a couple years older than Vince was. So world-wise already. And, the few times he's seen Christopher's face, his smooth expression was endlessly unflappable. Just a touch smug too, especially when he tilted his chin just so. And with a battle scar to boot, already!

Dang. Even after practicing the expression in his mirror multiple times, Vince still couldn't get it right. Christopher's smirk was a little easier to replicate. A little crooked, a little coy, and promising a host of problems. Still looked like a grimace on Vince, though.

And everything always seemed to go his way. Vince always has to use money to get what he wants out of people (maybe an added smile as well to sweeten the deal), but Vince has never seen Christopher spend a sickle to charm a hapless soul. That sort of cunning couldn't be bought.

Vince near despised his year mates and their boorish and vapid ways. They threw money where they could, which prevented anyone from saying otherwise to their stupidity. And his father expected Vince to play nice with these cats!

Vince hated that he couldn't be around more intelligent cats. More cats like... well, Christopher.

Christopher seemed to know what he was doing.

Vince would be untouchable with that sort of cunning and intuition. And popular with the mollies for sure. He definitely needed to get that chill look of Christopher's down by tonight. Maybe then, Vince could actually work up the courage to approach the budding warrior.

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username: Placebo
name: Marquess Vincent "Vince" Calloway-Dupont
Link to thread: Lerwick
prompt: {456}

"Remember, Vincent. A royal must always..." Vince was quick to let his tutor's voice fade into white noise. Good stars, what a bore.

But, wait, something caught his attention over her shoulder. There! The warrior's son, out in the courtyard. Gliding through the open space with all the sureness and grace in the world, with his head held aloft. Chest high, arms crossed behind his back. Vince's eyes sparkled with interest for the first time that day. His thoughts strayed.

It was weird to find a role model in one of your peers.

It was even weirder when said peer was in a lower social class than you, too.

There was something... oddly compelling about the tom, that warrior's son. So devil-may-care. So at ease. So slick spoken.

So cool. Christopher was his name. Christopher did whatever he wanted. Stars above... Vince wished he had that luxury. Ooh, but if he did, the places he'd go...

Far away from this stuffy manor, that's for sure. And this town. And this country, while he was at it.

"Vincent!"

The hiss from his instructor brought him back to the presence. He scowled. And these lessons too, please.

Vince bets Christopher's already seen so much, even though Christopher was only a couple years older than Vince was. So world-wise already. And, the few times he's seen Christopher's face, his smooth expression was endlessly unflappable. Just a touch smug too, especially when he tilted his chin just so. And with a battle scar to boot, already!

Dang. Even after practicing the expression in his mirror multiple times, Vince still couldn't get it right. Christopher's smirk was a little easier to replicate. A little crooked, a little coy, and promising a host of problems. Still looked like a grimace on Vince, though.

And everything always seemed to go his way. Vince always has to use money to get what he wants out of people (maybe an added smile as well to sweeten the deal), but Vince has never seen Christopher spend a sickle to charm a hapless soul. That sort of cunning couldn't be bought.

Vince near despised his year mates and their boorish and vapid ways. They threw money where they could, which prevented anyone from saying otherwise to their stupidity. And his father expected Vince to play nice with these cats!

Vince hated that he couldn't be around more intelligent cats. More cats like... well, Christopher.

Christopher seemed to know what he was doing.

Vince would be untouchable with that sort of cunning and intuition. And popular with the mollies for sure. He definitely needed to get that chill look of Christopher's down by tonight. Maybe then, Vince could actually work up the courage to approach the budding warrior.

winner

[Placebo]

aah ty rain! ;0; I absolutely adore these moth-based kiddos and I'm happy to add Vince to the fray<3 It'll definitely be fun fleshing out his backstory.

[Placebo]

Posting to state that a tail edit was used on this cat- proof of the edit is in the TT event bank here!