[I Like Bees]

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This cat is feeling sad. What does their Clan do to cheer them up?
If you don't have other cats yet, how do they cheer themself up?

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[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
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[b]Clan:[/b] (Please link)
[b]Age:[/b] (1 year or above)
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Name: Fignose
Gender: Nonbinary
Rank: Sharpclaw / warrior
Clan: Bayclan
Description: Flame mackerel lynx
point with dark blue eyes
Age: 13 moons
Edits: -
Owner: nio

[Lex.]

Username: Lex.
Cat Name: Butterfur
Gender: Female
Rank: Medicine Cat in Training
Clan: uwu
Age: 12 moons
Prompt:

Butterfur was born a kittypet. She was raised in a household filled with many small twolegs. She would run and play with them all day. One day, they went on vacation, bringing Butter (her original name) with them. Going camping wasn't the best idea. Butter got distracted following a butterfly, leading her into a dense wooded forest. Having little to no survival skills, she had no clue where she was, how to get back or what to do. She meandered around the forest, catching all the little bugs she could. Not realizing where she was running after chasing a ladybug, she slipped on some rocks and plunged into a river. She nearly drowned, but was saved by the clan that resided in the area.

She lived with this clan for a few moons, awfully bored missing her housefolk. She was dragged along during hunts and patrols to try and learn, but she could never really focus on the hunt. Cats weren't angry at her for it, just dissapointed. She often sits in her nest, just wishing she could be helpful. After a while, the clan figured it was time to try and understand her better. She was apprenticed to the also very energetic Snowrush. Snowrush told her that having plenty of energy is really a secret weapon, and if harnessed well, can have great potential.

The kind words from Snowrush helped her push forward. Eventually, she learned to hunt small things like rodents, but could not be still for birds or larger prey. One thing she could do though was smell plants. Every single plant she had the smell memorized, and gave them their own names. The clan caught on to this very quickly. Sorrelstar decided on making her a medicine cat apprentice, and she did very well.

Even on those days where she feels bad, nostalgic or left out, the clan will gather some pretty flowers to make her a nice bouquet to brighten her day.

[beebun]

Username: Coraly
Cat Name: Sandriver
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: Clan of The Rising Fox
Age: 25 moons
Prompt:

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Yes. There are other cats in the clan. Only two, really. Foxstar wasn’t much of the cheery-everyone-have-fun type though. He barely showed emotions, that guy was hard to get through to. But.. Robin’s Cry was nice, she was easy to talk too, and helped when he had.. what was he supposed to call them? ... his problems..?
Yes. That’s what they were. His problems.

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It was a normal day. Sandriver had woken up depressed, feeling like everything was going to go wrong. He was used to this feeling, and decided to go to the healer’s cave. Robin’s Cry was already there when he walked in, and Sandriver meowed to the healer, “I don’t suppose you have an herb that helps sadness?” He already knew the answer, but it was like their special little routine.

Robin’s Cry gave him a strained smile, she looked like she hadn’t gotten any sleep. That was normal too. “No, sadly, I don’t Sandriver,” She chuckled, and then stopped sorting the herbs beneath her paws. “Unless you want something to make you calm, there’s an herb for that emotion.” Sandriver sat down, feeling as if he was going to melt. She stopped smiling, “what’s bothering you?”

Sandriver shook his head, “never mind, I don’t want to worry you,” and started to turn around. He left, leaving her worrying.

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they both have weird problems, why do I do this to my characters?
Anyways,, he expresses depression and sadness a lot, Sandriver never really wants to bother anybody, but usually does. His moods easily rub off onto others. Well, all expect Foxstar.

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Sandriver took a deep breath as he stepped out of the healer cave. Why had he done that? His pace was racing, and something was stirring. He eyes felt as if tears were going to fall, but.. nothing came. He took more deep breaths as the cat traveled to the lake.

There was always an eiry silence about it. Robin’s Cry always called the lake the Siren’s Den. He had always wondered why. But it calmed him. The melody of the wind, the small waves of the lake crashing against it’s shore. Deep breaths. It made him feel better, happy, even.

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Yay! I’m strangely happy now, but I finally got to weave some lore into the storyyy! :’) So yay! :0
Also note: the siren is npc ig, like StarClan? Mentioned but never really shown.

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The cat smiled, and the song of the wind turned into something else, but, he didn’t notice. The cat was too busy trying to stay calm, and that was hard. He didn’t feel the water on his paws. Leaving the safety of the ground and sand, Sandriver was stuck, a force leading him to the depths.

Robin’s Cry had followed him after Sandriver had left, and she stood there. The cat pulled him out, by smacking him with her paw. “Helloo?” She said, her tone slightly.. forceful, “What were you doing?!” Sandriver by then had snapped out of it and was staring at Robin’s Cry as of she was crazy.

“..huh..?” He finally said, shaking, well, more like shivering. Robin’s Cry shook her head.

“You’re delirious.” She stated, turning around to go back to camp, then stopped. Sandriver didn’t see her expression, but if he had, he’d have known that she was facing something much bigger than just his silly stupidity and sadness. She turned back, her eyes frantic, “just stay away from the lake.”

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Reasons why he’s sad a lot. :0

- he believes that everything has a way of going wrong.
- bad luck usually follows him everywhere.
- he’s never really had friends. Or a family. Or anything.
- add all that up and he is a very fragile bean.

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Sandriver did not stay away from the lake that day. In fact, he stayed by it all day. Staring at it’s soothing waters, and contemplating life. And why he was always so sad.

He still didn’t have an answer. But the waves helped him, they let him drift off, away from everything that he had on his mind.

And for a while, it was enough.

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[nio]

Username: nio
Cat Name: Fignose
Gender: nonbinary, they/them
Rank: sharpclaw / warrior
Clan: bayclan
Age: 13 moons
Prompt: [250 words, tldr; kitty cuddle pile]
Trembling, Fignose leaned into the warm fur pressed on either side of them. Arnicastar's fur was wiry, but smelled of fresh sea air. Fignose shut their eyes tight and burried their face in their leader's flank, seeking comfort. The fawn tabby murmured words of comfort in their ears. On the other side of the shaking cat sat Minkwish. Her fur was soft, her tail bushy. It stroked down Fignose's back, the repetitive motion soothing them. Minkwish smelled of herbs and flowers. She was purring, a deep rumbling purr, against Fignose's body.

The two cats, the only other members of the Clan, were spending the night with Fignose in their den. Fignose had recently lost the last of their kin, their brother. It had been a horrible accident and Fignose hadn't been okay since. They spent every night thrashing in their nest from nightmares, panic gripping their heart. They would awake shaking, fear soon making its way for sadness.

And so, Minkwish and Arnicastar made it a habit to cuddle up to the young cat at night when sadness and despair would wrack their body with tembles. They'd whisper soothing words and wrap their bodies around Fignose. The warmth, the pressure and the scents would calm Fignose. Eventually, they'd all fall asleep together, in a warm pile of comfort and love.

Fignose was indescribably thankful for these cats she hardly knew offering up everything they had to make their life easier. With each passing day, their heart was piecing itself back together.

[faelyn]

username: faelyn
cat name: iyan -> equinox that prowls like a lion (quin)
gender: male
rank: the guardians
clan: the shore of dreams
age: fifteen moons
prompt:
the dreams would only get worse.

“iyan, do something. it hurts!” beautiful eyes identical to his screamed a plea that glistened with no words. a silent shriek in the midst of a beautiful twilight. his lovely sister was falling. falling into the hands of a never ending darkness.
and there was nothing he could do.
“hold on, trae, just a little longer, the branch is almost off.”

he wouldn’t give up. the rhythm of tugs against the fallen branch were relentless, gnarling it’s veneer with crooked scars.
but, a little longer was an eternity that cost her life.

she had gone still, swept away in a dream that would never end.
“astraea? please, don’t do this!”
his cries were the last thing he heard.
it was over. he was too late.

flecks of tears danced on his lashes, balancing with elegance as the terror of the dream faded as quickly as it came. he was angry. angry at trae for not holding on for long enough. at himself for not saving her. at the gods for taking her away.
if only, things were different.
if only, reality wasn’t so cruel.

lying awake with a head tilted to the skies that seemed to weep for his loss, the drops of rain seemed to wrap him into a soft embrace. perhaps the heavens, really did understand.

but, the doubt in his soul argued otherwise. they stole her from you. the hiss in the back of his head made his eyes sting, scarlet tracing the waves of blue in his eyes. they don’t deserve you.

the chant in his head roared. a fierce lion prowling in his midst.
he was scared.
scared of himself.
scared of what he might do.

would he ever be the same?

“quin?” the soft hum of her voice caressed the crack down the middle of his heart, quivering his brow into a flinch. she shouldn’t be here. shouldn’t see him in this miserable state. “what’s wrong?”
she deserved better than what he could ever give her.

“what do you mean?” quickly blinking his tears away, within the boom of his laughter, a strain peaked through the bubbly layers of a happy, go-lucky soul. “i’m completely fine, don’t worry about it.” eye fluttering closed into a slight wink, to his dismay, it didn’t hide the traces of his sorrows, still left behind.
and, it didn’t go unnoticed.

“you don’t have to lie to me, like that.”
“lie to you? i’d never, asteria.”

he could only pray that she wouldn’t dig deeper, the pressure was finally getting to him, too close for comfort. “oh, quin.” beautiful eyes that seemed to hold the world, pierced the center of his soul, a silent plea to tell her all his troubles.

but, no begs shattered the silence, only beautiful words, he could feel the breath of his dearest friend kissing his cheek, a gentle comfort that everything would be alright.

it was a story. asteria had always told him stories. stories about her life. about what she would imagine in her head and he loved them. it was like the tales he would listen to when he was a kit.
she reminded him of trae. his gorgeous sister.
trae was gone, now, but the twinkle in her eyes and her light-hearted giggles would always be alive and remembered in his heart. even if, it cost him a lifetime full of nightmares.

for as long as, asteria was still, here, soothing him, with her fairytales..
perhaps, just, perhaps, he would be okay.

[I Like Bees]

Username: nio
Cat Name: Fignose
Gender: nonbinary, they/them
Rank: sharpclaw / warrior
Clan: bayclan
Age: 13 moons
Prompt: [250 words, tldr; kitty cuddle pile]
Trembling, Fignose leaned into the warm fur pressed on either side of them. Arnicastar's fur was wiry, but smelled of fresh sea air. Fignose shut their eyes tight and burried their face in their leader's flank, seeking comfort. The fawn tabby murmured words of comfort in their ears. On the other side of the shaking cat sat Minkwish. Her fur was soft, her tail bushy. It stroked down Fignose's back, the repetitive motion soothing them. Minkwish smelled of herbs and flowers. She was purring, a deep rumbling purr, against Fignose's body.

The two cats, the only other members of the Clan, were spending the night with Fignose in their den. Fignose had recently lost the last of their kin, their brother. It had been a horrible accident and Fignose hadn't been okay since. They spent every night thrashing in their nest from nightmares, panic gripping their heart. They would awake shaking, fear soon making its way for sadness.

And so, Minkwish and Arnicastar made it a habit to cuddle up to the young cat at night when sadness and despair would wrack their body with tembles. They'd whisper soothing words and wrap their bodies around Fignose. The warmth, the pressure and the scents would calm Fignose. Eventually, they'd all fall asleep together, in a warm pile of comfort and love.

Fignose was indescribably thankful for these cats she hardly knew offering up everything they had to make their life easier. With each passing day, their heart was piecing itself back together.

Congrats! A kitty cuddle pile was such a cute idea!

I'd also like award an HM to faelyn !

[beebun]

Congrats to the winners. <3

[nio]

AHHH thank u so so much!!! <3 congrats faelyn for the HM!!

[faelyn]

eek! congrats nio! your idea is adorable, i loved little fignose, they are so cute! <3
aw, thank you so much, bees, for the lovely hm! ^^