[0Zero0]

Write a story about this cat and another's in your clan. What's there relationship? Are they friends, Rivals, enemies, or something else? Min. 300 Words. Max 1,000 words! ends Feb.5th

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Name: vangelis [vangi]
Gender: male
Rank: composer
Clan: the shore of dreams
Description: Blue Mackeral Tabby With Silver Shade
Low-Mid white & Green eyes
Age: fifteen moons
Edits: [NR] Standard short Fur
[C] Eye Edits
Owner:faelyn

[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody
Cat Name:
Gender:
Rank:
Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Prompt:

[beebun]

Mark!

[Gravis Cordis]

Username: VulpesVelox
Cat Name: Archblaze
Gender: Male
Rank: Sharpclaw (warrior/defender)
Clan: Lightclan
Age: 64 moons
Prompt: Enemies/Rivals
It was the second day of Archblaze's life in Lightclan.
He'd apparently made a good impression on Lightstar and her deputy Rapidstrike. Afterward, they kindly offered him life away from the twolegplace. They explained how they planned to make this a safe haven. It was far from the terrorizing claws of the Sentinels. So, here Archblaze stood, in the early morning light as Rapidstrike got a dawn patrol ready. Silentstalk was sitting near Archblaze, a nervous glitter in his eyes. With a tilted head, Archblaze cleared his throat and turned to Silentstalk. "You always seem to be nervous...Silentsalt, was it?" The black and white tom stiffened and glared at Archblaze.
"Silentstalk. And I'm fine." Archblaze narrowed his eyes curiously. "I'm surprised you're willing to live out in the forest. I'd think you'd be more inclined to live as a housecat." Silentstalk didn't seem to take too well to this, much to Archblaze's confusion.
"A housecat? Well, I'm glad you know me well enough to make such a claim, Acheblaze." Archblaze lashed his tail, slightly affronted. "Archblaze, actually. And if I offended you, I apologize. I didn't realize it was a sensitive topic." Silentstalk growled lowly in his throat and got up. His fur bristling, the other tom stalked away to talk to Rapidstrike. The deputy seemed to laugh at something, then smiled gently at Silentstalk before saying something the primarily black tom didn't seem happy about. With a frown carved across Silentstalk's face, he returned to Archblaze, obviously displeased.
"You and I are together with Lightstar. Hurry up, let's go." Archblaze nodded slowly, and the two toms gathered at the bramble entrance as Lightstar trotted toward them from the elder's den.
She'd apparently been checking on Shortspark. They left the camp in Rapidstrike and Windchaser's protection and went east. Archblaze was curious about his new home and sped up to walk alongside Lightstar. He waited patiently for a break in her conversation with Silentstalk before speaking up. "Lightstar, if I may ask, will I be given training like Windchaser? She explained the process to me, and I was hoping to learn to hunt."
Lightstar's ear flicked back as she nodded. "Yes. I'll assign one of your clanmates to help train you later if you're up for it." Archblaze nodded, energy renewed. "I am! I'd love to contribute as soon as I can." Lightstar purred, happy with her newest sharpclaw's devotion. "Alright...Silentstalk, would you mind helping Archblaze learn to hunt in the forest?" Silentstalk grimaced but didn't object, nodding his acceptance. "Thank you. Now, let's finish this patrol before you two do anything else."
True to the arrangement they'd made, Silentstalk took Archblaze out in the territory later as the sun peaked in the sky. The black tom wasn't terribly pleased to be here, but he could appreciate Archblaze's enthusiasm to learn. He led the newest member of Lightclan to the training beach, which was a short trek southeast.
Once they reached the training beach, Silentstalk went about showing Archblaze the correct hunting crouch. He learned that the sharpclaw had been a scavenger at the twolegplace. However, he'd been chased away for supposedly stealing from a guardian. The revelation made Silentstalk a little nervous, but he continued the session anyhow. Eventually, Archblaze got the crouch down, and Silentstalk moved on to explaining how to catch prey.
Archblaze looked around, tail tip twitching uncertainly.
"And I suppose your name is Silentstalk because you...stalk...silently." Shoulders tense, Silentstalk's pupils shrank as he fixed a glare on Archblaze, "Yes," He mewed tightly, "It's an honor to be giving a name to reflect my skills. What can you do? Arch blazingly?" Archblaze appeared disgruntled by Silentstalk's words, and they both got up to face each other.
Silentstalk's next words came out as a hiss.
"You're an airhead who thinks he can smooth talk his way into our lives. You have been rude and fake since coming here, and I think it was a mistake to trust you." His tail lashed, ears pinned back against his head. "You feign ignorance with each word and use it to insult me at every chance you get. If it were up to me, you'd be long gone by now." Archblaze stood, shocked at Silentstalk's confession. Sure he could say insensitive things every so often,
but he didn't think it was worth Silentstalk's hatred.
"I never meant to offend you, Silentstalk. Though I must say, your anger isn't surprising." A spark of fury at being accused lit in Archblaze's chest. "You are a shallow cat with a short-sighted view of the world around you. You take me at face value and don't bother to ask questions or look deeper." Hackles lifted, Archblaze bared his teeth. "I'm disappointed. I thought we might be friends one day, but I now see that you have no such intentions...I'll be leaving now." With a frustrated hiss, the white and grey tabby padded back to the camp, following their scent trail from earlier in the day.
Silentstalk stood on the hard, packed sand, tail lashing furiously.
Snarling under his breath, the amber-eyed tom retreated into the shelter of the forest. He needed to blow off some steam.
(862 Words)

[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Stormeye
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LagoonClan
Age: 36 moons
Prompt: Enemies/Rivals but also a teacher of a good lesson <3 [ 543 words ]

Stormeye nibbled on his food, all the while looking up at her. The beautiful she-cat known as Kestrelspeck. She was chatting away to a fluffier, quieter tom known as Smokestorm. Those two were practically inseparable. Always going out on hunting patrols and talking together. Stormeye had had enough. He was gonna get Kestrelspeck. He was gonna woo her! And he was gonna rub it in Smokestorm's face!

The next morning, Stormeye got up earlier than usual, raced out of camp, and into an open meadow. He decided to pick the most beautiful red and orange flowers for Kestrelspeck to match her pelt. After collecting a decent-sized bundle, he raced back to camp, squeezed through the entrance, and confidently pranced over to the Warriors' den...Only to find Smokestorm had fetched Kestrelspeck some prey and was listening to one of her crazy dreams. A fire burned inside of the tom. He stalked right up to the cats, dropped the bundle of flowers at the she-cat's paws, then glared at Smokestorm.

"What are these for?" Kestrelspeck inquired as she prodded the stems with her paw.
"For you, my lady," he responded with a smooth tone. He tilted his head and looked up at her expectantly. She nervously smiled and thanked him warily. Smokestorm was sitting there, his pale green eyes as cold as the Leaf Bare rivers. Stormeye nodded to Kestrelspeck and padded off to do a border patrol.

During the border patrol, Stormeye concluded that everything was normal. No rogues or loners trespassing. Twolegs were still in their square dens. Then, a rustling alerted him to danger. He dropped down, claws out and ready to shred. A fluffy grey tom burst through, anger practically seeping through his eyes.

"You stay away from her! You don't deserve her!" He shouted, fangs always showing. A growl had grown in his throat, threatening to escape in the form of an attack. Stormeye straightened, forced his pelt to calm, and chuckled.
"Stay away? Oh please! I'm just getting started. She won't even remember your face when I'm done. She will be mine." He snickered with such arrogance that Smokestorm bristled, coiled up his muscles, and thrust himself onto the competing tom. Now, Smokestorm wasn't usually very impulsive. He enjoyed thinking things over and keeping calm. But that stupid face and that stupid voice drove him mad! The toms tumbled around, catching leaves and small twigs in their pelts. At last, Smokestorm broke off, growled at Stormeye, and gave him one warning.

"If you ever come near her again it'll be the last of you. Got it?" Smokestorm swished his take back and forth, eyes ablaze with more anger than Stormeye had ever seen. Kestrelspeck, no matter how beautiful, wasn't ever worth fighting Smokestorm again. He huffed, pretending to not really care, and slowly padded back to camp. By the time he'd come back, he'd found an excuse to tell Maplefeather, LagoonClan's Healer. It was nearing dark when Smokestorm came back. He'd clearly rebuilt his usual composure and walked by Stormeye without even a glance. Stormeye wondered, though. If he were in the place of that tom, would he fight for Kestrelspeck as well? Perhaps Stormeye didn't love her as much as he'd thought. Or as much as Smokestorm did.

[ivyy.]

Username: bunnoblizzard
Cat Name: Streamlily
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: https://toyhou.se/BunnoBlizzard/characters
Age: 1 year
Prompt:

Streamlily sulked through the woods mourning her loss when she came across a tearful she-cat in a light clearing. "Hello?" She whispered quietly. "Are you one of those bad cats?" She asked as a shiver passed through her spine. The she-cat turned around, shocked. "N-no. Who are you?" She whispered back, "Have you come from Quake Clan?" She backed away from the voice as Streamlily decided to step out of the shaded ferns. "I don't know a 'Quake Clan'. I need help, my kittens... they've drowned..." A tear dribbled slowly down her face. "Could you please help me hunt? I'm a house cat and my mate has abandoned me after they..." She choked in ran to Tansypetal, nuzzling her chest. "My collar broke on a sharp branch and my house folk doesn't want me anymore... I have nowhere to go! Do you think maybe you could help me?" She was sobbing at this point and muttering through Tansypetal's fur. "W-what's your name?" She askes carefully, still whispering. "A rogue named me Streamlily and the bad cats taunt me using that name too..." She stared longing at Tansypetal. "The bad cats are coming, they'll get us if we can't hide." She sat up straight hearing their footsteps. "Please, help me!" She begged. "Of course, follow me." Tansypetal led her to a small shoreside and muttered anxiously, "Step in the salty water; to cover your scent." She didn't question it and jumped in and jumped out with her. "Now, hurry, this way!"

[faelyn]

username: faelyn
cat name: vangelis [vangi]
gender: male
rank: composer
clan: the shore of dreams
age: fifteen moons
prompt: lover +
enemy dynamics with
kiara! <3 ----->>>

we were the thorns adorning roses.
we were the ravens singing among the doves.
you are my heart’s star, lighting up my entire world.

yet, she would stand and watch him burn. let him ignite at the ballad of her voice. she would let him crave his touch,
pull away when the flames roared fiercer than before.

together, they would hate and love. a hopeless wreck of emotion.. something they could never control.

they were lovers.
they were enemies.
they were dangerous..

they played with the flames and felt it’s fire. a fire that healed and hurt.
a clash of hearts that would never stop beating. he couldn’t let go.. couldn’t let go of those beautiful eyes that fluttered
like little larks across springtime showers. couldn’t be separated from the voice that never seemed to stop pushing and
pulling.

so, here he was.
beneath the blushing trees of sakura and the beautifully painted canvas of twilight, he felt the bliss of it all as feathers
of light fluttered beyond reality. it was an alluring tango, one that was cherished in his heart, engraved with memories
of fire and roses.

had it been worth it? agony exchanged for loving and being loved in return?
he didn’t know.. perhaps he never will.

in his heart, he would do anything for a glimpse of her affection that seemed so innocent.. so sweet. but, everything
about her was beyond that. her voice was a thunderclap. her love, a wisp of lightning.
a bolt that set his soul on fire.

raven curls danced across the mauves of a twinkling twilight. it was her.. kiara.
“ah, there you are, vangi.” her voice was a song orchestrated with a butterfly’s wing. beautiful and gentle all at once.
“i was looking for you.” lips strung together into roses, her lashes seeming to waver a little as symphonies of silence
adorned the air. “is something wrong?”

“no, no, no.. of course not… i just missed you. it’s been a while you know?’ pastel brows weaved into a beautiful frown,
her breath was dancing, so close.. perhaps, even too close. “you seem.. i don’t know.. off, today. is something wrong?”

his heart didn’t know the answer.
was something wrong? “i.. i don’t know.” a lyrical chuckle trembled in her chest, a vibrato that seemed a little too strained…
almost mocking. “you don’t know?” a huff wisped from her breath, something so delicate, yet it seemed to shatter the sky and
everything beneath. “i hate it when you lie to me, vangi, i really do,”

“it isn’t like that, kiara. there’s nothing wrong, i promise.” those striking bronze eyes seemed to light, little glimpses of falling
stars. “you, and your promises, vangi. you love them, don’t you?” was that anger in her eyes? hurt? no. he hadn’t done anything..
had he? “kiara-”

“i don’t understand you, sometimes. you’re so.. how should i put it? confusing? secretive?” the melody of her voice was laced with
shards of glass. sharp enough to cut, yet still pretty, twinkling with light even though it was adorned with darkness. he didn’t like
it.
“i can say the same about you.”

he could feel himself dwindling away. embellishing himself with the shine of a familiar armour. he had enough. “very funny, vangi.
i almost forgot that you have two sides. all sweet, one moment, then, up in flames the next. isn’t it, vangelis?” that name..
vangelis. it was all too much. engraved with it were his regrets, those empty promises… he couldn’t bear it.
“then, it doesn’t bother me as much as it bothers you. deal with it.”

‘have a good night, vangelis.”
and the sweet raven was gone.

the stars were high in the sparkling canvas above. enchanting, gently chiding him. soft whispers that spoke of a thousand stories.
what had he done? his heart was a fierce warrior, wielding a sword that seemed to reflect curls of fire. he had gone too far. lost
control, once again.
he hated himself for that.

“wait! kiara!” the song seemed to pierce reality, a twinkling gleam in the darkness. the constellations seemed to blur into each
other, beautiful colors swirling into a glowing painting of a gentle fire. flames that seemed like the perfect illustration of his heart.
burning, fierce.. he couldn’t contain it.

beautiful bronze danced as raven curls fluttered, spiralling like gentle kisses along his cheek. “kiara, i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t
have..” the song seemed to catch in his throat, a sonata of emptiness. the maiden said nothing. letting the soft bask of the moon
embellish her raven curls. “you can’t keep doing this to me, vangelis. i love you, i really do. but, sometimes, i don’t get you.
sometimes, i feel like you’re so far away, hiding yourself behind this mask.”

“i swear, kiara… i didn’t mean it-” voice soft, the symphony of her breath was beautiful to his ears. a whistle of a little bird being
sung into the night. something close to forgiveness, but far from it, all at once. “i know you didn’t. it’s just..”

“there’s still time to start again.” heart aching within his chest, the promise seemed empty, repeated far too many times beneath
the moonlit sky. the phantoms of love still bloomed like roses in his midst. quietly haunting. a whisper that said he’d never.. no,
he shouldn’t think about that. “i don’t know, anymore, vangi. but, we can still try.”

so, underneath the light of a dwindling luna.. together, they would whisper farewell to the hurt of twilight. but, would still
remember. the pain. the love. the sorrows. the ache of each other’s presence.
they were playing a dangerous game. he knew it. he was certain. but, it wasn’t enough to let go. as lovers, as enemies, they would
kiss under the fading stars, playing with fire as always.
but, sooner or later, one will be burned.
(980 words! c:)

[0Zero0]

username: faelyn
cat name: vangelis [vangi]
gender: male
rank: composer
clan: the shore of dreams
age: fifteen moons
prompt: lover +
enemy dynamics with
kiara! <3 ----->>>

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Congrats Faelyn! Vangi is yours <3 I loved your writing style a lot, and the story was captivating.

I would also like to give an HM to Gravis Cordis I really loved the personality you gave them.

[beebun]

Congrats!

[Gravis Cordis]

Congratulations Faelyn!