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Inspired by a sand cat (but still a cat)! Here's 250, and here are the edits!

-Ear Edit (large sand cat ears)
-Tail Edit (long, scruffy)
-Fur Edit (extra poof)

This cat is very hungry, but something is causing food/hunting to be delayed. Take this as you will and write a story. You have 700 words max and this ends April 22nd at 12 pm - extensions granted only on request.

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[Jantzi01]

omg fluffy bab

[Knickknacks]

username: Knickknacks
Link to thread: Oakarch Court
name: Joseph Collier
prompt:

Joseph leaned against his cart of wares in what he hoped was a casual manner, trying desperately to ignore the growling of his stomach. Also the decidedly creepy air of the cat currently perusing his array of forged daggers and swords. Was it really necessary, the young smith wondered, to inspect every single one like you were planning who to murder with it?

The tall cat had been doing this for about half an hour now.

Joseph really, really wanted to take a lunch break. He had, upon arriving at the Oakarch Court, been promised access to food. His stand was currently set up in the main square of the Court, a stretch of sunlit stone on the forest floor. He could see the ancient tree trunks stretching up, up, up, covered in hollowed out halls and balconies and elegant walkways.

He wondered which one of them had food in it. At this, his stomach gave another pitiful rumble, loud enough that it caused his client to look up with a brief, tight smile, before going back to perusing the knives.

Joseph had assumed that the cats of the Court would be a bit more interested in the jewelry he'd had to offer. After all the effort spent making the intricate brooches and bracelets- not to mention the fact that the gemstones in them had cost him a steep fee- he couldn't help feeling a bit sad that his prettier creations weren't garnering more attention. Indeed, the courtiers he'd served so far had been just as, if not more, interested in the weapons he offered.

Great Oaks, this place was strange.

His stomach rumbled again, and just like that, Joseph was back to thinking about how hungry he was.

Joseph attempted to distract himself some more by counting the tiles making up the floor of the main square, and by watching the sun crawl across the sky.

It wasn't that long, in truth. But to his complaining, extremely empty stomach, it felt like an eternity. He would have left to get food long ago, if not for this customer. It would be bad form to leave one's wares unguarded and one's customer unattended, he reminded himself with a sharp little nod.

Finally, finally, the tall dark cat selected a wicked little dagger- try as he might, Joseph couldn't remember forging anything so obviously deadly as that- and departed with another chilly grin, one that made the fur on the back of Joseph's neck prickle.

And then he was gone, and Joseph breathed a sigh of relief. His stomach gurgled again, echoing his sentiment. The smith busied himself with rearranging his wares, taking a moment to curse his lack of foresight in not having a 'closed' sign- hopefully he'd be able to be quick, and wouldn't miss any-

"Hello there? Are you still open?"

...So close, Joseph sighed internally, peering up from underneath the flat top of his cart. Before him stood another customer- a cat that looked to be around his age, with dark eyes and an almost shy smile. That was unusual- all the courtiers he'd seen so far had breezed past with superior looks and practiced calm. This cat, though, looked every bit as awkward as he felt. It was refreshing.

Also, she was kind of pretty. But that was irrelevant.

"Yes," he blurted out, standing back up quickly. "How can I help you?"

"Um. Do you have any necklaces?" The newcomer asked, fidgeting with a clinking pouch of coins. "I kind of... lost one, and need a replacement before anyone comments on how 'woefully unadorned' I am."

"A necklace, eh?" Joseph said slyly. "You're not interested in a nice new murder weapon instead?" He waved his paw teasingly at the array of knives still on his table. The other cat gave a startled laugh, which made him feel absurdly pleased.

"I'm Irene," the other cat said abruptly, reaching a paw across to shake his. "Nice to meet you, oh hilarious blacksmith."

"You can call me Joseph," he said, suddenly feeling warm all over, though it was a brisk autumn day.

At that inopportune moment, his stomach growled again.

But the resulting lunch with Irene was worth it.

[700/700]

[strawberryjelly]

username: CloudDraws16
Link to thread:
name: Gold (Also known as Hazel)
prompt:
Wip, concept so I can remember
The body of an unknown cat was found outside of camp. The hunting patrol, being the first ones out, had discovered it. Bloody paw prints lead from the body to the Shadow's fog. Gold is a spy, but was not informed of this. She recognizes the cat; another spy from the Shadows side. It's a warning to her that she is losing touch with her side.

[BiscuitTheDog]

bjhdvswV9H8DJ0EHFGYVBHJNWD8DWUHC LORD ITS SO FLUFFY, RAIN YOU ARE A GOD

username: BiscuitTheDog
Link to thread: INTERNALLY SCREAMS
name: Shirav
prompt: HECCEDY HECCIN MOARK
jus gonna put idea b4 i put this off forever/so i dont forget -
group of rogues came and like "yo" and everybody freAKs out
one of rogues is preg but like, way overdue
so her kitting takes AGES and shirav is like "bruh i dont now who these people are and that lady isnt even my wife so someone please let me eat" but everyone else is like "NO" so yea that happened

[~Levi~]

username: ~Levi~
Link to thread:
name:
prompt:

[Zephara]

Mark 0_0

[Cinxer]

Mark

[faelyn]

username: Faelyn
Link to thread: The Isles
name: Dew That Glistens In The Morning - Dew
prompt:
Crimson darkened the skies, rain cascaded down from the expanse above and the wails of cats exploded into the air. This can’t be happening. A lethal black concealed the light in her vision and the breath in her lungs had dispersed in a matter of seconds.

“A deathly darkness is coming to sweep away the light. Unite with those who linger beyond the fog. Trust them even though they may not seem to trust you. Do it, for the future of two are crumbling, like castles of sand.”

With fear and pure dread pounding in unison in her skull, her dark-leafy green gaze blinked awake. Forcing herself on her toes, the gentle snores of her clanmates enveloped the air, a certain dreaminess attempting to lull her back to sleep. No. I mustn't. A yawn widened her lips, and her legs faltered a little, as if begging her to let darkness consume her, once again.

Stepping out into the open, the clouds were dark and sunlight ceased to pour over the Isles. Her head was lifted skywards as she gazed into the sky. She could’ve sworn she had seen a streak of lightning flash across the darkness and part of her wanted to wail her anxieties to her spiritual leaders. We don’t deserve this. A harsh bitter wind ruffled her fur and specks of sand flew into the open. Waves lapped at her paws, turning her blood into ice.

She had to warn her clan. Buds of flowers were torn from the lush grass and water showered from the sky. The islanders had begun to stir and her figure trembling with fear. “Everyone up!” Her voice was laced with urgency and uneasiness ran wild in her soul.

“What is the meaning of this?” The light, airy voice of Star, the leader of the Isles resonated from the shadows. “It’s just a storm, Dew. Nothing more.”

Part of her wanted to back down and submit to the authority of her leader, but the other quite the opposite. “No, Star.” A shiver ran down her spine. What was she thinking? Defying the leader? “There’s no time to waste. The Prophecy. It’s happening. ” The slight of shuffling caused her to stiffen.

“I trust you. Lead the way.”

Those words took her by surprise. “Wh..what?” The roar of thunder bellowed into reality and she nodded, dipping her head to the tri-color leader. “Thank you, Star.”

The pathway to the upperground was a struggle between dirt and true grit. The wails of kits left her agitated as well as the churning in her empty belly. Though, she wasn’t fond of eating fish. At this point, she was just about to eat anything. Her pads were numb and crimson traced the crevesses of my paws.

Hope swarmed her features when she saw a small cave curving on the elevated surface, we sauntered onwards. “Up ahead!” Her call had lifted heads and it only took a matter of moments for the clan to settle into the makeshift shelter. Giving herself a shake, she licked her shoulder to smooth out her tousled fur. The stone-cold floor was damp from the rain and droplets of water trickled down the entrance of the small cave. It was cramped in the protected space. But, even then, there were no complaints. It was better than being in the open.

No hunting patrols were sent out that evening, leaving her restless and uncomfortable. The growling in her belly didn’t cease and as long as the storm rolled on, it felt like eternity.

“You, alright?” The masculine voice of a nearby combatant resonated from beside her. “Just a little hungry, that’s all.” A soft smile tugged on her lips as he shuffled closer, pressing against her fur. “Here.” The well-muscled islander murmured, his sweet scent flooded her nostrils and in a little gesture, he nosed a dark, soaked corpse towards her. “I snuck out earlier and caught this. It’s a little wet, but I think it’ll do in this kind of weather.” Giving her a light-hearted grin, he let his jaws extend in a yawn. “Go on, eat up.”

And her hunger was finally satisfied. [691/700]

[**Snowwhisper**]

username: **Snowwhisper**
Link to thread:Ridgeclan
name: Honeytuft
prompt:

"It's not that bad."

"Are you serious? Tell me you're not serious right now."

Why wouldn't I be? I really don't think it's that bad, look I can still see the river."

"There's snow two tail lengths high just outside the den entrance, you'd be swallowed whole before you took ten steps." Pinestar rolled his eyes. "And besides Honey, that's not the river you're seeing, it's just snow, our patrols ca't see two mouse lengths past their faces, I'm sorry but the answer is still no, no matter how many times you say 'It's not that bad'."

Honeytuft grumbled, scraping her paw against the ground, throwing a sulky look towards her leader. Tempers had been growing thin these days, what with every cat in close quarters with no sign of a break in sight. It was tense and cats were hungry, it made for a bad combination, especially with no end in sight. It really wasn't that bad, She thought mutinously. Giving a huff she started up again, "It really isn't, I don't know why you're so intent on keeping us inside when these are the times we're built for. Why else would we have survived this long?" Honeytuft questioned, her voice steadily getting louder as she continued, her anger coursing through her, "We've been told that every cat who came before us, every ancestor of ours, built our clan from nothing more than a few rogues with no loyalty. And look how far we've come! But now you tell us to wait. Wait until our bellies are empty because of what? Some snow? We've traversed far more dangerous territory than this. But you'd tell us to wait and you would have us starve because of your fear!" Honeytuft finished with an angry shout.

Only now with the anger gone, now that she'd thrown it at someone, something she'd been wanting to do since this whole thing started, did she realize how quiet it'd become and who exactly she had been shouting at. Looking around, she noticed the eyes staring at her and she grew hot at the attention. She hadn't meant to shout, especially at Pinestar but She guessed all she could do now was accept the consequences. Her gaze drew back to Pinestar's slowly and hesitantly, not wanting to but ultimately having to.

Nothing, in her opinion, showed in his body language that he was angry with her insubordinate behavior. 'But that didn't mean anything,' She thought anxiously, Pinestar wasn't one to fight fire with fire, he was one to fight fire with ice so to speak. And it was effective, especially with Honeytuft, and he knew that all to well.

"I'm going to pretend for your sake that you didn't just call me a coward but you'd better be careful from here on out Honey, because you are on thin ice." Pinestar said lowly, "The fact of the matter is that it's too dangerous for any cat to leave right now. I don't care what our ancestors did, the only thing that matters is the here and now. And right now, there is enough snow on the ground to loose a patrol and have them disappear until spring when we re-find them. It's not a decision I make lightly and it's not one I need to explain to you. You are not the only hungry cat in the clan but I will not allow you to endanger yourself on the off chance you might find something to eat before getting lost and freezing. You will wait until the storm clears just like the rest of the clan. And you will remember who it is you're speaking to, Honeytuft. Now go, you have duties to attend two." And with that dismissal, he left, leaving Honeytuft feeling frustrated and no less hungry.

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