[strangetales]

Username: charlieputh
Cat Name: salem
Gender: male
Rank: loner
Clan: ghostclan
Age: 50 moons
Prompt: salem was busy taking a much-needed nap in the abandoned barn he lived in, his nest made out of feathers of bird he's hunted and reed from the nearby river. it wasn't the most comfortable, but it was enough for the rogue to keep him warm in these cold nights, especially because he had no fur and got cold easily anway.

he was woken up by a few faint cries from what seemed to be little kittens and of course, he got up to find them. salem might not be too fond of other cats and not social at all, but those were kits and were helpless and innocent and desperately needed his help. the tom perked his ears and lifted his nose up in the air to get on their track. the noises were getting louder, leading him towards the river where he spotted three kittens clinging onto a piece of wood. salem sprinted towards them and without hesitating jumped into the water although the cold was piercing through his hairless skin. the black cat bit into the piece of wood, holding onto it as he carefully but determinded swam back to the shore and grasped each kitten by its neck to get them safe. gosh, he really hated water and swimming, but the kittens were more important so this has been mandatory. salem climbed out of the water himself, freezing cold and water dripping from his skin but he just wanted the kittens safe and warm right now, so he gently shooed them towards his nearby barn.

he shoved the young kittens towards his nest who were immediately getting comfortable and tried to warm each other. "get some rest", salem mumbled and laid down next to them but stayed alert, "i will find your mother, i promise." where did they come from? from the clan nearby? from the twoleg-place? were they abandoned or did they wander out by themselves?

the cat perked his ears and jolted up when he suddenly heard grass rustling. other cats, two of them, and they were close. salem apruptly jumped around and got his claws out as he hissed at the intruders, but a red cat already jumped at him and pinned him to the ground, staring him down with his piercing green eyes, one of which seemed to be almost blind. "what did you do with our kittens?", the stranger hissed and bare his teeth as the other cat that came with him went to the kittens. the hairless cat tried to wiggle out from underneath him, but he wasn't as strong as his opponent. "i didn't do anything! fished them out of the river and gave them shelter. you should be thankful." salem yelped in pain when the sharp claws of the red cat hit his face, but the other stranger spoke up. "firestorm, stop! he's right. the kittens are safe", the she-cat meowed and the cat named firestorm let go of salem, who let out a scoff before he got up and shook himself. clan cats, hu? the tom that attacked him went to the kits to take a look for himself.

the red warrior lowered his head in respect for the rogue when he saw that the kittens were indeed safe and sound. salem wondered how many battles he had fought with the many scars he had, but he didn't want anything to do with the clan business. "ghostclan owes you a lot of gratitude", the red tom said with a clear voice, "if there's anything we can do for you-" - "don't worry about it", salem grumbled and sat down to lick between his claws, acting uninterested but maybe he'll take the offer when he was in trouble. he didn't like to admit it, but he actually felt pride inside him after having impressed the mighty clan cats. "i was happy to help. if you need me-" he paused and got on his paws before he turned to leave, "you know where to find me."

[ 666 words ]

[Mercuré]

Username: irockwaffleking
Cat Name: Kindokí
Gender: Male
Rank: Rogue
Clan: Spirits of the Mayombé
Age: 38 moons
Prompt:


Kindokí walked along lazily in the jungle undergrowth. He was just standing and staring up at the thick canopy of leaves when he heard a small noise.

Peep!

He quickly spun around to find the noise but couldn’t see where it was coming from.

Peep

Finally Kindokí looked to the ground and spotted where the peeping was coming from. A small little scraggly grey parrot chick was standing flapping it’s small wings.

Peep! Peep!

“Well hello there little guy” Kindokí said with a small smile. Being a cat and all he was used to animals especially birds being fearful of him. He only hunted fish but none of the small animals could know that so whenever he came close they immediately fled. This parrot was small though that it had no way of knowing that Kindokí was a potential danger. Normally it’s mother would be around to warn it’s little chicks about dangerous animals. Speaking of that…

Kindokí crouched down, “Where’s your mother little guy?”

Peep!

“Well I don’t know what I expected you to say.” He turned his head from side to side and saw nothing. Maybe the chick fell out of it’s nest? He looked up and the only nest he saw was a widow bird nest.

“Okay seriously where is your mother?”

The parrot just looked up at Kindokí. It ruffled it’s feathers and shifted back ready to begin chirping again. Just as the parrot was opening it’s beak wide to let out an especially loud chirp Kindokí put his paw to the bird’s beak to shush him.

“Shhhh I get it ‘peep’ ‘peep,’ we need to find your mother though.”

As gently as he could for fear of crushing the small bird he scooped it up in his mouth lightly. The little parrot started to freak out being in his mouth so Kindokí positioned him on his back. Walking slowly to make sure the chick didn’t fall off Kindokí began to move through the surrounding area. After walking in circles with no sign of an adult grey parrot anywhere Kindokí returned to where originally found the chick. He laid down and lightly shifted to get the little bird off his back.

Peep! Peep! Peep!

“Hey hey hey! No need to make a ruckus!” Kindokí shook his head. Despite how tiny it was it could really be loud. “I think it’s best if I leave you here and hopefully wherever your mother is she’ll come back.” Even as he said it Kindokí felt bad. The jungle was a very dangerous place… But he needed to get going. Besides Kindokí was a warrior and a nomad it’s not like he could take in the bird. And he didn’t know how to take care of it! But the longer he looked into those adorable little eyes.

“No!” Kindokí said out loud shaking his head, his sudden noise scaring the parrot. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Look this is what we are going to do, I’m going to leave you here because your mom will probably return.”

The parrot tilted it’s head slightly and Kindokí turned around to leave. As he started to walk though the bird started chirping nonstop. Right as he was about to turn around and tell off the little bird he felt pain in his tail.

“Ouch! What was-“ He quickly realized what it was. The little bird had jumped on his tail and used its beak to climb up on his back where it now sat chirping contently. The little noises melted Kindokí’s heart.

“Fine… maybe we can make this work.”

[.Lyrebird]

Username: .Lyrebird
Cat Name: Nightshade
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: Fallsclan
Age: 38 moons
Prompt: [ 665 words ] [ first piece of art done by me, dont judge my terrible work - im not an artist for a reason LOL ] [ second piece commissioned from everclear] [ i had such a hard time pruning the writing; it was 951 words at first - i'd love to link the full piece once the competition is over, just so it's out there in it's full glory haha ]
"Move, mousebrain!" Commotion wasn't uncommon in the city, especially where Nightshade frequented, and normally he'd ignore the ruckus - he took great care in ensuring his vibe was that of cruel aloofness, after all - but some feeling drew him and he had to at least check it out. Done easily enough by slipping around the feet of the twolegs, especially since most were repulsed by the idea of touching him, and soon he had eyes on the cause.

A mottled molly, her tail caught by the grubby paws of a young twoleg as it dragged her along. The cub's parents seemed not to notice or care, deaf to the yowling cat within their young's clutches. Why didn't she use her claws? A cuff to the cub's arm would earn her release, little harm done. Though, looking at her, Nightshade realized she was thin and terrified. She was also not his problem.

Nightshade's awful reputation had to be up-kept; even though he wanted to help the young she-cat, he couldn't risk being seen doing so. Much too public, it would jeopardize his reputation, and the stream of cats asking for help would never cease! So he turned away, only to get that feeling again as a chilled whisper touched his ear, "You must save her."

With a frustrated sigh, Nightshade leapt into action, bounding towards the cat and letting himself fly at the cub’s body, pushing off it with all four paws, then shouldering the cat away in the next breath. “Run!” He panted, searching for a hiding spot as the shouts of twolegs chased them over the hard ground and beneath the bellies of monsters.

Once safe, Nightshade collapsed against the ground to pant, only getting a moment to catch his breath before another body crashed into his, and the two cats lay in a heap together. And then she started to laugh, sitting up and catching Nightshade in her bright eyes. “Wow! That was awesome!” She exclaimed, her tail fluffed and twitching. Nightshade just grunted and straightened himself out.

“Of all the cats I decide to help, I get you. What're you even doing here, besides getting yourself killed?” He hoped his voice portrayed just how annoyed he was trying to sound as he curled his skinny tail around his paws and glared.

“I’m gonna start my own clan of warriors.” She mrrow’d proudly, and Nightshade rolled his eyes; he’d heard of other's grand plans to found clans in the wild, and he knew their tales had abrupt ends. What made her think she'd be successful? She continued; “I've had dreams, and this feeling in my chest, saying it’s time. So I’m doing it.”

Nightshade’s skin prickled, and he stood and stepped back out into the daylight. “Let’s go then. I’ll take you the rest of the way.” She squealed excitedly then brushed against him gratefully.

Their journey to the other side of the village was blessedly uneventful, and he grew less annoyed; enough to begin chatting and joking with the she-cat - Bambi - until they reached their destination near sundown. “This is where we part ways, clan-cat.” Nightshade’s tone twisted, like he didn’t want to let his new friend go. And he saw in her eyes that she didn’t want to leave him either, both having actually enjoyed each other’s company somehow.

“Come with me.” She mewed confidently, new fire sparkling in her eyes - it made him smile as they sat together in the coming dusk. To his surprise, Nightshade actually considered it; he knew he wanted to say yes, and would say yes, but he also knew there were things he needed to see done before he could rejoin her.

So he shook his head, though still smiling. “Someday, I’ll take you up on that offer. Not today, though.” Bambi’s reply of ‘I’ll hold you to that!’ made the hairless tom chuckle, and the two reluctantly parted ways, Nightshade watching his friend’s form disappear into the coming night, knowing he’d done the right thing.

[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Orthroxuth " Orthro"
Gender: Evil...or male i guess
Rank: Rogue
Clan: Lives around LagoonClan's territory
Age: 66 moons
Prompt: [ 445 words ]

.......Orthroxuth wasn't the nice type of cat. He rarely gave a second thought to the rats he killed, or the shorter Twolegs he hissed, growled, and swatted at. They didn't matter much to him. Just groups of atoms stitched together and kept in shape by the sole thought that their existence was important. Honestly, pathetic. Orthro's point of view on this lump of a rock he is forced to endure is that some larger deity, either above or below, has sentenced him to suffer through this rollercoaster deemed life. He hates that deity. If he meets that deity, he will grab the nearest rusty piece of twisted metal and impale the stupid thing in the heart. Or rather, where Orthro thinks the heart would be. Anatomy is relative. He never liked relative things.

.......One gloomy and damp day, Orthroxuth was scavenging for dirty scraps of meat when he came across a thin kit. Its fur was dark and clumped up. A set of teeth marks adorned its head, half-dried, sticky blood stuck on the fur surrounding it. The pathetic thing shriveled at the sight of Orthro. This made him smirk. It had some sense in its thick skull to be afraid of him. As it stepped back, he noticed it managed to find a slimy tube of Twoleg meat (a hotdog in case you're wondering). The scraggly tom stalked over, a growl deep in his throat as he crouched down and began to munch on the meat. It tasted artificial, but he didn't have anything else to feed his stomach, so he kept eating. The kit mewed quietly on the other side of the meat tube. Something inside of Orthroxuth said he should at least give the thing a little bit. Just to keep it going to the next meal. He finished half of the food and pushed it with his paw so it rolled over to the tiny thing.

......."Eat...before I change my mind." The kit gobbled it up, faster than it should have, and scampered away in the most wobbly fashion imaginable. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach, like a spark of a fire. Pride at my goody-two-shoes deed. His usual mood squashed the spark dry. Orthroxuth promised to never speak of this encounter to any unfortunate creature to cross his path. He wouldn't want any living thing to think he had what those hopeful atoms called a soul. No no. That wouldn't do. However, he did secure another piece in that great deity's chess game, so perhaps he would be given some lenience. Maybe a fat rat will wobble over to him and just die at his paws.

.......Orthro could hope.

gif credits:
rose

[tula!]

username: tula!
clan: the angels of desert falls

cat name: sani
gender: tom
age: 69 months
rank: demon

prompt:

tl;dr : he warned the angels of desert falls of the coming trouble

watch me write 420 words


for as long as sani could remember, he'd been alone— on his own from day one.

lol

super misunderstood

he could feel it in his bones blah blah

idk man

[.sins.]

Marky

[nio]

mark!

[teddy.]

Username:
teddy.
Cat Name:
Crookedwhisker
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Mushroom Clan
Age:
3 1/2 Years
Prompt:
[666 Words]
Poppystar glanced around the clearing of cats around him, eyes wide. After receiving eight lives, his legs are shaking with exhaustion. Finally, a huge cat slowly appears from the crowd. His brown fur is full of leaf litter and moss. Poppystar dips his head respectfully as the cat approaches.
"Poppystar. I wish I had more time with you here." He meows in a deep rumble. "My name is Brackenstar. I was once the leader of a great clan of cats in this very forest. Now, I pass that responsibility to you. I give you a life of trust, so you may never know a stranger." Brackenstar reaches down and gently presses his nose to his. Poppystar gasps as energy rushes through him, and an image forms.
He's alone, scared, and hungry. He can't open his eyes. They're physically crusted shut. He can feel the wind on his whiskers and flowers brushing against his sides, spooking him. His mind and body feel weak from hunger. Suddenly, he hears the sound of pawsteps behind him. He whips around and crouches with a hiss, hoping to scare the intruder off.
After a moment of silence, the pawsteps continue to approach. He backs up, fur bristling, and lets out another vicious hiss. There's a pause, and then the pawsteps continue until the cat is right in front of him. Poppystar fights the urge to strike despite his fear, instead kneading the ground with his claws.
"W-Who's there?!" He meows, ears flat. There's silence for a long moment, and Poppystar almost begins to wonder if he imagined it all. Then, a voice.
"My name is Charcoal. Are you.... ok?" The meow is soft. If it had been a bit windier, he wouldn't have heard it. But there wasn't any hostility. Slowly, Poppystar straightened up.
On one hand, it might be dangerous to reveal his weakness to a stranger. On the other hand, he didn't really have another option. If he didn't get his eyes open soon, he might starve to death or wander off a cliffside. Finally, he came to a decision.
"The truth is.. My eyes are stuck shut. It's been like this for days. If there were running water nearby..." Poppystar trailed off, feeling his face burn in embarrassment.
"It's because I left my owners. They usually wipe the gunk away when I wake up, but now.. Even if I fix it, it'll just happen again!" The words tumbled out.
Suddenly, the stranger moved forward until their fur was almost brushing. Poppystar could feel his breath against his nose. Then, slowly, very slowly, the stranger began to groom his face. He licked around and over Poppystar's eyes, loosening the gunk little by little. Poppystar began to talk, telling Charcoal of his dreams of starclan and starting his own clan. After what seemed like hours of cleaning, he felt the grime loosen enough to open his eyes. When he did, he was back in the clearing of stars. Brackenstar was looking at him with wise, knowing eyes.
"Poppystar! Poppystar! Poppystar!" The starclan cats all yowled for him. He felt his fur glow with pride. Still, there was something he had to do. Poppystar turned and ran, his exhaustion briefly forgotten. Slowly, the foggy landscape of starclan gave way to familiar forest. His paws barely touched the ground as he ran, until suddenly he burst out into a field of bright red poppies.
There, sitting alone in the flowers and staring up at the starlit sky, was the hairless cat. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. For a moment he was scared he wouldn't find the right words, so they sat in silence and stared at the sky.
"I was thinking.. I'm gonna need someone who can show me around the forest, and help is my eyes get gunky again." He finally meowed, holding his breath in anticipation. The field was silent.
"As it turns out, I was just thinking I would be good at something like that."

[Image desc: Two cats, Charcoal, a black hairless cat with a spiked red collar and Poppystar, an orange tabby with a flat face and a white patch on his chest are sitting in a field of red flowers. Charcoal is licking the gunk out of Poppystar's eyes. End desc.]

[rainbowspongefactory]

Username: rainbowspngefactory
Cat Name: tbd
Gender: Male
Rank: Elder
Clan: Lunar Clan
Prompt: Wip

[web2]

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

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