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Username: lyttlekytten
Clan intended for: Kyanite Keep
Name Ram will take: Ram's Horn
Why did Ram leave his home to join your clan? (250 word min, there is no max)

Ram had never been one for backstories. He didn't believe they were needed, really- you can only be who you are in the moment, after all, and the moment doesn't care about the past or the future; only the present. There was rarely a situation where Ram cared who you had been, as long as who you were now was the best you could be. This was a relief for the travelers he tended to converse with, who were often weary of their pasts and searched instead for a brighter tomorrow. But if you were to ask him about the origin of his name- and indeed, there were the odd few that did- well, you might get a different, wistful, more misty-eyed reaction.

Without a mother to remember, Ram had chosen his own name, but it wasn't an immediate occurrence. Rather, he will say that as a young tom he remembers feeling the need to hunt for his name, as any old name wouldn't do. There needed to be a rhyme and reason for it. So hunt he did, for several moons, but nothing he tried on seemed to work, like wearing fur that didn't fit to his skin. He wanted a name he could wear proudly- it would be a declaration of his loyalty and determination, and a symbol of his honorability and careful love for the world around him. The name needed to be worthy of him just as he planned to prove his worthiness of the name.

The farm was a quiet one. Other than Ram's pride and joy, the sheep, there weren't many animals, save for some chickens and a couple of horses. When Ram first happened upon the little farm, it was littler still, with the barn in the process of being built and the farmer in the process of moving in. He remembers that first day very clearly- the old Twoleg had kneeled down to the tom's level, but didn't attempt to touch him. Instead, they exchanged a glance that confirmed what they both were thinking- they would live alongside one another here on the farm, and they would help each other, but the Twoleg was not his owner. With that knowledge in mind, the farmer had left Ram a bowl of food on the stoop and gone about his work. More often than not, Ram will give a chuckle as he recalls that bit- for he had refused to eat a single piece of food out of that bowl, and though the farmer left him food every day after that, he never consumed one bite. More than anything, he considered the bowl a reminder that he and the Twoleg were still friends, and they both seemed content to leave it at that.

Eventually, the barn construction finished, and one day when the sky was particularly cloudless but the wind still carried the scent of rain, the old farmer brought home the first sheep. It was a frustratingly slow, exasperatingly loud, and disgustingly smelly creature- and yet, Ram loved it. He had never encountered such a gentle being in his life, and he found that unlike most animals that were larger than him, he was completely unafraid of it. The sheep brought a sense of peace where previously Ram's life had been so full of uncertainty. When the nights got particularly cold he would sneak into the sheep's den- a strangely pointed wooden cave- and sleep against its wooly side to keep it- and himself- warm. He must not have been as stealthy as he thought, though, because the farmer gifted the first shearing to Ram in the form of a cat-sized wool bed. This was the only offering Ram ever accepted from the farmer, but it was by far the most significant.

Over time, the farm grew to its near bursting point with life in the form of the wooly-pelted, curly-horned creatures that Ram so adored. It was somewhere during this time that he chose his name, as he had become accustomed to the farmer referring to the female sheep as "ewes" and the males as "rams." He wore the name proudly, just as he had planned all along, and it was the first and only name to feel like that perfect fit. He had found his peace here on the farm, and his name was just a natural corollary that had come along with it.

Ram's relationship with the sheep was drastically different than it was with the farmer, or even with other cats. He was content to let the farm move steadily around him most of the time, but with the sheep, he was in charge. When it was time for the sheep to be released into the fields each morning, it was not the farmer who guided them out, but instead Ram, who motivated them with thumps on the legs and high-pitched caterwauls. The majority of the day, the brown tom would laze about, occasionally following the farmer for his daily tasks but never straying too close to the chickens, as he refused to deal with their incessant clucking and sharp beaks. When the sun dipped just under the mountain peaks in the distance, though, Ram jumped to attention, running circles around the sheep and yowling until each one had shuffled safely into the barn for the night. Over time he was even able to memorize which sheep was sheared when, and would lead the individual first to the farmer, then back to the flock once the shave was done. To him it was great fun, and even though he couldn't really understand the old farmer's babbled speech, he heard the term "sheepdog" directed at him so many times that he wondered if the Twoleg sometimes forgot he was a cat.

But one day when Ram awoke, right at dawn as he had grown used to, the barn doors did not open. The sheep jostled about, tossing confused glances at one another and the equally puzzled tom, and bleating rather unhelpfully. Several hours passed, and it was nearly sunhigh before the doors finally opened. Ram didn't have time to wonder about the delay as two massive dogs raced into the barn, their barking so shrill that he had to retreat into a dark corner. Within moments the dogs had scared the flock out of the barn and into the fields. And just like that, Ram was alone in the barn.

After his fear at the dogs' surprise appearance had faded and his pelt laid flat once more, Ram couldn't help but feel a wave of betrayal crash over him. He was certain that he'd been able to do the job just as well as- no, better than- those dogs did, so why were they here?

He quickly scented the air and, upon determining that the coast was clear, he carefully stepped out of the barn. He tipped his head curiously at the sight of a new monster lying dormant next to the farmer's. A new Twoleg was leaning on it, watching the dogs circle the flock with crossed arms and a satisfied expression. She didn't notice Ram until he was right under her feet, and when she saw him she scoffed indignantly, retreating into the house only to return immediately with the farmer's broom. Before he had a chance to react, Ram was being prodded and swatted with the broom, so he let out a confused yowl and fled. As he ran, he stole a glance behind him, and finally saw his beloved farmer watching through the window of the farmhouse with saddened eyes.

Ram didn't return to the barn until late that night, when the sheep had already been rounded up safely and the Twolegs had locked themselves in the farmhouse with the noisy, frantic dogs. He slipped into the barn through a crack in the door and sank into his wool bed, promising himself that he would find a way to fix this.

The mornings that followed only offered the same belittling routine as the first. Ram was awoken at dawn, not by his own volition, but by two bumbling, crazed mutts who howled and panted and turned his sanctuary from peaceful to unbearable. Each day he attempted to follow his dear sheep out to the fields, and each day he was shooed away by the female Twoleg. Sometimes, on the worst days, the dogs would chase him too, and those were the days that he spent curled up in his bed with his tail tucked firmly over his nose, using every ounce of his willpower not to let out a sob.

As the days dragged on, the old farmer appeared outside of the farmhouse less and less, and whenever Ram did see him, he was being supported by the young female and a long, thin stick. His movements were slow, almost like a sheep's, but his unsteady steps brought Ram anxiety rather than tranquility. He didn't dare show himself in front of the Twolegs lest the younger one fly into another rage and the farmer accidentally be hurt. So he watched from afar, waiting for the day that the cursed female would leave and his life with the farmer and the sheep would return to normal.

But that day did not come. It was instead replaced by another much worse sort of day that started with Ram's bed being stolen from under him. He barely had time to blink the sleep out of his eyes before he was shrieking with panic at the sight of one of the female Twoleg's mangy dogs with his bed in its mouth, whipping the soft wool from side to side. He knew he couldn't get close without the risk of being hurt, so he sat and watched as the mutt ripped apart the last piece of his perfect life that Ram had left. Once the dog had finally grown tired of its new toy and the sheep had withdrawn to the fields, he crept into the sunlight and sniffed despairingly at the tiny pieces that remained. He couldn't hold it back this time- he first let out one sob, then another, and then the tears came relentlessly as he felt his meaning, his purpose in life, completely fall away.

He wasn't sure how long he'd stayed there. He no longer counted the hours, after all, as his precious sheep had new caretakers and no longer needed him to keep track of the time. When his tears had finally run dry, all he knew was that he had to leave this place. Nothing was clearer than the fact that it was not his home anymore. So he delicately selected a single, still-soft tuft of wool, gathered it carefully in his mouth, and ran.

He set his sights on the mountains and, just like he wasn't sure how long he'd cried, he wasn't sure how long he'd run, either. The first night away from the farm he only remembers collapsing under a birch tree and losing consciousness as soon as his head fell to his paws. He woke the next morning with a sore back and a broken heart that yearned for his woolen nest and companions.

The next few days promised a great deal of aimless wandering and very little solace. Discouraged and unmotivated, he rarely stopped to hunt, needing desperately for his paws to carry him away from the pain and betrayal of the farm. His head was swimming and his eyes were unfocused when he happened upon a small patrol of cats- or did they happen upon him?- who took one look at him and deemed him in need of their immediate assistance. They guided him back to their camp, offering soft words of encouragement that he barely heard, and let him rest in their medicine den where a cat who smelled of plants made him eat leaves he'd never seen before. The mossy nest he was provided was a welcome respite from the rocky soil of the mountainside, and it was almost soft enough to remind him of his farmer's most precious gift. Almost.

When the day came where Ram was well enough to decide which path he would go down next, he had already been introduced to most of the cats in the Clan, as they often poked into the medicine den for a chat or a complaint about a sore paw. As a cat who had enjoyed his previous routine, he admired the way that the Clan worked together sunrise to sunset in order to complete the day's tasks. He wondered if he could make a home out of this place the same way that he did the farm- only this time, with friends he could communicate with and learn from. Eager to leave the farm and the hole it had left in his chest behind him, he decided that he was going to find out.

So, on that day when he was well enough to leave the medicine den on his own, the first action he took was to march up to Night of the Stars and declare that he was joining the Clan. The other cats held their breath at the dramatic way he had spoken to their queen, but to their surprise she only nodded, and welcomed him into their ranks with the name Ram's Horn.

It wasn't the name he had picked for himself- at least, not completely. But the message it held, one of passion and resolve, carried all that he had intended for his name and more. He knew in his heart that the sheep- and the farm- would forever be a part of him. But now, it was time to move on and let himself live in the moment, for the moment did not care about the past or the future- so neither would he.

[Simonpet]

@potato.PHD: Hi! I’m Simonpet, one of the mini-mods of CAC. It’s great that you’re excited to join the game but if you check the front page, you’ll see that we only accept players whose CS accounts are older than 3 months. In the meantime, we’d love to know the name of who recommended us to you!

[amethyst14]

Congrats to the winner! May he be a great asset to your clan!

If he is sent on a hunting party he will ensure the max amount they can catch and he can bring back an extra piece of prey for the hunting size. So this means if he is sent on a patrol with six cats, not only are they guaranteed the three pieces but they also get the one extra piece, so a total of four.

**Ram is a long haired solid chocolate sepia point la perm manx munchkin with folded ears, white spotting, and sheep eyes.
***LpLp, bb, XoY, Dd, aa, McMc, cbcb, Wsw, Sfsf, Mm

Your story was so well written and he is such a heroic kitty, I could not stand the thought of him losing Brook, so guess what? She made it through the sickness because of the herbs he had brought.

[amethyst14]

It was very hard to judge to judge Ram's winner. I loved them all so much!

There's a thing about sheep though, they are never really alone and when one goes they all do. So everyone that entered will have their very own sheep inspired kitty!

1. DaniCalifornia- I am so glad Ramgraze will not be alone anymore.

For you. A long haired la perm lilac silver point with white spotting and no tail, carries sheep eyes; ll, Lplp, bb, dd, XoY, aa, --, cscs, Ii, Wsw, Mm, Sfsf, Sese

2. sharpiesandhamilton- I was really happy they all found love in the end, they all deserve it and I bet they fit so well.

For you. A long haired chocolate sepia point munchkin with low white spotting, folded ears, sheep eyes, and manx; ll, bb, Dd, XoY, aa, --, cbcb, Wsw, Mm, Mkmk, Sfsf, sese

3. Vaporeon03- I hope Ramsnap will put his thievery behind him and become a great and well known warrior!

For you. A short haired chocolate mink point munchkin with low white, folded ears and sheep eyes; LL, bb, Dd, XoY, aa, --, cscb, Wsw, Mkmk, Sfsf, sese

4. ponz- I almost cried when Bramwell lost his home, its always a sad thing when stuff changes and it got me thinking what pets will feel if their beloved owners pass on.

For you. A long haired la perm lilac silver point with low white, folded ears and sheep eyes; ll, Lplp, bb, dd, XoY, aa, --, cscs, Ii, Wsw, Sfsf, sese

5. Griffingirl4everx3- I really do hope that Ramblaze does get his Beekit, he pretended not to care but we all knew he did! Such a sweetheart.

For you. A long haired la perm solid black munchkin with high white, manx and sheep eyes; ll, Lplp, Bbl, Dd, XoY, aa, --, Ccs, WsWs, Mm, sese

6. Bugbelly- It is such a good thing he was rebellious against his parents, because I bet Pineram is much happier with his new found friends! and maybe love interest

For you. A short haired solid black munchkin with high white and manx, LL, Bbl, Dd, XoY, aa, --, Ccs, WsWs, Mm, Sese

7. lyttlekytten- I felt so bad for poor little Ram's Horn. He loved his quiet little spot in a barn and to watch over his little flock of sheep. His true owner knew he was great at it but its always the people that take over that think they know best, I hope he finds much happiness in Kyanite Keep.

For you. A long haired la perm solid black silver with low white, manx, and sheep eyes, ll, Lplp, Bb, Dd, XoY, aa, --, Ii, Ccs, Wsw, Mm, sese

Keep in mind, none of these guys have any powers, but are the hidden Easter bit. (like finding them eggs you do as kids)

[jazz.]

a special cac event has started today!

[deimido]

Katrione will be taking a step back from CAC due to recent personal events until further notice. I and the other mods will reply to her Clans during her hiatus, and as per her request, will be making her a list of her owed color-ins.

[deimido]

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The gathering has started and the Clans have quickly fallen into their usual groups, sometimes drifting away to interact with new cats. As the Clans started to settle down and get ready for the leader announcements, a group of strange cats prowled into the dimly lit clearing. The Clans were startled and awed by the beautiful and handsome cats that surveyed them all closely. The strangers caught wind of the large gathering and have decided to make their way into the crowd to mingle. They don't seem interested in much more than a fling, with quite a few of the strangers having already disappeared into the night when the conversations shared became too serious.

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At every gathering, there will be a group of studs (male and female) for Clans to breed their cats with!

★ Each stud will have a maximum of 3 slots and each slot will be fcfs. All studs will have the same post amount requirements. A first slot will be 3 posts and a second slot will be 9 posts. A second slot can't be claimed until the Wednesday following the start of the gathering. On the last day of the gathering, a third slot will open and you will need to have 12 posts to claim it.

★ To enter for a slot, you will need to fill out the form included with each cat.

★ As usual, you will need to post in your next post that your cat is trying for kits with one of the studs. The queens will give birth in the normal amount of time. For Clans that stud with a female stud, you will receive the kittens three posts after you put in your post that your tom tried for kits with her. You will need to have a queen in your Clan to take care of the kits from a female stud.

★ If you want to breed a same-sex couple with one of the studs, you will need to state which cat in the couple will be bred.

★ Each artist will be bringing only one stud to the gathering. All studs will be posted on the first day of the gathering and no later.

★ NONE of the studs will be going to a Clan. After the gathering, they will be "retired" and may be used again at a later gathering.

★Each stud will have their own individual form.

[Chamrosh]

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font image is derived from the actual signature of Charles Dickens
Quote is from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

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xxxx"You know, one of my best received recitations is Olipurr, a story about a cat who grew up in the most dreadful conditions among humans, was sold unsuccessfully to one who lived in a human cemetery, and eventually made friends, and a better life, with Artfur Dodger and a group of town rogues. I think you'd find it quite wonderful, and I'm hardly one to brag, but I'm quite proud of it myself. I've been working on a new piece recently, and I'd greatly appreciate some feedback on how it's going; it's only the first section of course, so I hardly expect a full review - nothing of the sort! Whatever can be provided by such a lovely lady would be just perfect."
xxxxYou give him a blank stare. At that speed - and saying humans so often - what's a human?! - you're not entirely sure what he said for most of that. He's not a bad looking tom, if a little plain, and he holds himself with a sort of genuine charm about him; it's clear he does mean his compliment sincerely. You're not even sure where he came from! He just jumped out straight in front of you from nowhere!
xxxxYou decide to just nod and hope that's the right answer.
xxxx"Very good." He sits, and wraps his tail around himself, clearing his throat, and getting ready to start his story. You're still not sure what to do, and about to ask what he's doing, when he starts speaking again. You can't leave now!
xxxx"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
xxxxYou're not sure what in Starclan this tom is on about.
xxxxYou're also not sure that someone who declared himself to be so proud of their stories within the first minute of meeting you should really be making a habit of making sentences that long; you're not entirely convinced that anyone talks like that, ever, not even in their head, and you should really know about that, because you already have plenty of exposure to how all the members of your clan, and all the members of all these other clans here speak, and absolutely none of them use sentences that are anywhere near that long without any form of fullstop, or exclamation mark, or at least a question mark ever - not even in speech; really, it comes off as quite unprofessional, and if you were going to write a story to rival his stories then you'd learn from the lesson of how unnatural and stilted it sounded to have a sentence that long and entirely avoid it wherever possible; no run on sentences for you, no sirree!
xxxxThe story seems to take forever. Perhaps by the time he's finished speaking, you'll have come up with a suitable story to exchange in return.
xxxxOr perhaps not.
xxxxHe's stopped, and stares at you excitedly, amber eyes shining like the sun.
xxxxYou can't help thinking that the markings around his jaw look rather like the strange long hair that some male two-legs develop in the same area. It rather suits him
xxxx"What's your favour on my tale?"
xxxxYou stumble for words, vaguely complimenting him. He seems to take it well.
xxxx"Will you reciprocate with another? A major part of a lot of my stories is the disparity between how those cats who have the misfortune to be held captive by humans and those who are so blessed to be born wild cats get to be treated throughout their lives. I do think the fairest thing would be for everyone to just be a lot better at dividing things out equally, and providing suitable help to those who only have very little for themselves. It's simple, really. But I would appreciate having the voices of clan cats to weigh in on the issue and I do think it would be marvellous to hear what opinions and themes on my campaigning you might have to add."
xxxxYou're really not sure what he's getting at. Maybe the best thing to do is to change the subject. What was that story you were coming up with earlier?


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Dickens has a bit of weirdness going on with his genetics. He's more likely to pass more interesting genes onto less interesting looking partners, and more likely to pass less interesting genes onto more interesting looking partners. This is purely based on the rolls that I am doing, not on what the genes actually are.

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Name: Dickens
Gender: Tom
Phenotype: Shorhair black silver ticked tabby with low white, curled ears, and amber eyes.
Genotype: Ll/Aa/Bb/Ii/oY/mcmc/Tata/Spsp/Ccs/Wsw/Acac

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Please fill out this form once you have the required posts on the gathering thread

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[u]A Tail of Two Kitties by Cham's Dickens[/u]
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Slots:
1) Baked Beans from Cocoaclan by Ness (x)
2) Silverstar from Cascadeclan by bmkmb (x)
3) [url=x]Cat[/url] from [url=x]clan[/url] by [url=x]user[/url] ([url=proof]x[/url])

[deimido]

Despite the flame-colored tom's small size, everyone can't help but look up at Diluc's oddly shaped ears. Shuffling awkwardly from paw to paw, Diluc isn't sure what to make of everyone. Maybe your cat can help break the ice?

Diluc has the CAC-exclusive gene known as "rabbit ears" (RaRa). This dominant gene causes the chance of kits being born with elongated ears much like a rabbit's.

rara = normal ears.
Rara = rabbit ears, carrying non rabbit.
RaRa = pure rabbit ears.
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NAME: Diluc
GENDER: tom / amab
PHENOTYPE: flame point devon rex tuxedo munchkin with sky-blue eyes and rabbit ears.
GENOTYPE: LL, rere, Bb, XOY, Dd, Aa, mcmc, SpSp, cscs, Wsw, Rara, Mkmk
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You can fill out and post the following form after you have three posts at the gathering.
For your second breeding slot, you have to have an additional nine posts at the gathering.
Twelve total posts will be needed if it is the final day of the gathering and Antonia has a free slot you're taking as a third.

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[b][u]CAT BEING BRED[/u][/b]
[b][u]CAT'S GENO[/u][/b]
[b][u]"YOU REMIND ME OF A RABBIT, DID YOU KNOW-"[/u][/b] (put a random rabbit fact here!)
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[røsebud]

Drawn in by the sound of dozens of voices, Nightshade approaches the gathering with cautious curiosity and a subtle grin. She hesitates at the edge of the clearing, looking out over the sea of unfamiliar faces, before anticipation overcomes apprehension and she pads forward, eager to get to know a few of these cats.

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NAME Nightshade
GENDER molly (afab)
PHENOTYPE shorthaired black ghost tabby bicolor with folded ears and blue/green heterochromia
GENOTYPE LL / Bb / XoXo / Dd / aa / mcmc / WsWs / Sfsf

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