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a very pretty cat; their coat must get them a lot of attention!
in 300 words or less, do they like the attention their appearance gets them? why or why not?

ends august 29

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[Sunlitsecrets]

username: Sunlitsecrets
name: Cynric
Link to thread: the wanderlust
prompt:
Attention could mean many things. For some of the cats on the ship they all call home, the bright colors of their fur help them stand out. Others are told they blend in well with the deck or the night or the sand of the shores they visit. Cynric has been told his fur looks a bit like clouds, with a sunset. He's checked this for himself - the mirror below deck was a nice way to take a look - and the other cats aren't wrong. Clouds, he thought at the time, are pretty cool, after all.

It hasn't gotten to his head, but it's a nice connection to something that's seen often while out at sea. When the clouds roll in and cross the sky, and the sun sinks below the horizon, he'll climb up to the crow's nest and admire the sky. It's odd, really, how such an offhanded comment could turn into something so monumental for him. He sees things in the sky that he never would have before, sketches the sunset when he's free and even learned some of the different cloud names. (There's so many of those. He has no idea how one is supposed to keep them straight.)

And, when someone makes a comment about the clouds blocking the view of the stars they navigate by at night, Cynric will laugh and apologize for getting in the way. People will glance at his fur, smile, remember.

His fur is part of him. And it's absolutely delightful.

(251 words according to wordcounter.net)

[.sins.]

username: .sins.
name: Clouded Trails Made By Fish
Link to thread: Rapid Mountain Warriors
prompt:

Clouded loves all the attention, putting more effort into how she looks than her own skills as a scout. This is all worth it to her, as she wishes to only be a mother and have litter after of litter of kits, but many of the toms in the clan don't much care for her attitude and try to stay away from her.

[Goddess Sword]

username: Goddess Sword
name: Naomi
Link to thread: The Wayfarers
prompt:
///"You have such lovely fur! Those swirls are gorgeous..."
///"And your eyes are the most beautiful green! Like the leaves, and the grass..."
///"Oh, and just feel the texture of this coat! So smooth and soft, you'd think she were a pet!"
///An awkward laugh. "That's very kind, really. Thank you."
///Disingenuous.
///These compliments... Naomi heard them all too often. How nice her fur was, how vibrant her eyes.
///How she looked like the sort of cat a human would have as a companion.
///Bah, if only. No, she was never good enough for such luxuries. "Not up to standard," as she'd heard time and time again.
///Her siblings always found homes, the perfect little show tabbies that they were. She watched the humans take them, one by one, crooning over their clear markings and pedigree. Cute little cats with the perfect M shapes on their foreheads... Who could blame them for their choice?
///They could never get rid of her, though.
///"She's cute, but I don't think she's quite... up to snuff."
///"Well, you know, American Shorthairs... Only one non-tabby's ever won Best of Breed. Breed's too popular, competition's too tough."
///"Don't get me wrong, she's pretty, but... those green eyes... I'm sure you know they're really only sought after on silvers and blacks, and maybe tortoiseshell."
///"I only buy the best. The ones that win."
///No matter who, the answer was always, "We don't want her, sorry."
///Useless to breeders and buyers alike. That knowledge hurt terribly.
///So if nobody wanted her, why bother staying?
///Out in the world, with the strays and the ferals, they called her lovely things. They said she was beautiful.
///Yet each time they did, it stabbed like a knife. Though she smiled and thanked them politely, the thought persisted.
///Not beautiful enough.

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[faelyn]

username: faelyn
name: Eira // meaning snow
link to thread: the isles
prompt:
a princess. daughter to the lord elton. the greatest of all rulers. but, she longed to be more than a pretty face in the mirror. more than the princess that people saw as the goddess of beauty, when all she really was just a regular cat with a face that could captivate hearts.

torn between her mind and soul, a decision whether to stay or go awaited her. in the midst of the grueling compliments, the kisses on her cheeks from strangers and feeling that everything was falling apart, one day, she made her choice.

she ran. ran from the place she knew as home.

she didn’t look back.

she dreamt of a place where flowers bloomed, where the grass was lush... where she wasn’t the princess everyone knew her as. for even when she strayed farther from home cats beyond the safety of the castle gates recognized her, beckoning birds to send messages to the great dynasty. to say they found their lost princess. she wasn’t lost. it was far from that. she was running from a place that she could seemingly never run from.

after moons, of straying, of chasing stars. for once, no one recognized her for the fur on her pelt. for the odd accent weaved within each of her words. then, doubt reached her, pulling her close into its embrace. had she gone too far? it all came rushing back, all the questions and the ache of missing something, she may never find again. all because of her desire to live a different life. who was she, now?

if only, the stars would tell her what would happen, next. if only, someone would comfort her, whisper in her ear that everything would be alright. that she was a wanderer and not, a lost princess.
#299

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closed for judging!

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congrats!
I'd also like to give a runner up to Goddess Sword and Sunlitsecrets! I loved the window into the cats' world and how they viewed it. ;u;

username: faelyn
name: Eira // meaning snow
link to thread: the isles
prompt:
a princess. daughter to the lord elton. the greatest of all rulers. but, she longed to be more than a pretty face in the mirror. more than the princess that people saw as the goddess of beauty, when all she really was just a regular cat with a face that could captivate hearts.

torn between her mind and soul, a decision whether to stay or go awaited her. in the midst of the grueling compliments, the kisses on her cheeks from strangers and feeling that everything was falling apart, one day, she made her choice.

she ran. ran from the place she knew as home.

she didn’t look back.

she dreamt of a place where flowers bloomed, where the grass was lush... where she wasn’t the princess everyone knew her as. for even when she strayed farther from home cats beyond the safety of the castle gates recognized her, beckoning birds to send messages to the great dynasty. to say they found their lost princess. she wasn’t lost. it was far from that. she was running from a place that she could seemingly never run from.

after moons, of straying, of chasing stars. for once, no one recognized her for the fur on her pelt. for the odd accent weaved within each of her words. then, doubt reached her, pulling her close into its embrace. had she gone too far? it all came rushing back, all the questions and the ache of missing something, she may never find again. all because of her desire to live a different life. who was she, now?

if only, the stars would tell her what would happen, next. if only, someone would comfort her, whisper in her ear that everything would be alright. that she was a wanderer and not, a lost princess.
#299

[Sunlitsecrets]

Congrats!!
And thank you so much, bless <3

[faelyn]

<3 can't believe i didn't see this before! thank you so much for the gorgeous kitty. ^^ i love this little princess so much!