[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Oscar
Gender: Male [ FTM | He/him ]
Rank: Loner
Clan: LagoonClan
Age: 80 moons
Prompt: [ 369 words ]

Bzzz! Bzzz!

Oscar looked around the swampy environment, ears flat. He had gone exploring, venturing farther from the usual ferny forest he called home. The humid, sticky air turned his mood upside-down. The tom was quite grumpy and ready to get out of this horrid place.

Bzzz! Bzzz!

The tom was confused and irritated. What was that noise? Out of nowhere, a fluorescent blue bug flies into Oscar's face, battering the white whiskers.

BZZ!! BZZZZZ!!

Whatever the bug was, it was clearly very mad. The tomcat shook his head, sneezed a couple cute sneezes, and glanced over to a twig. His annoyance vanished as he saw what creature lay on the stick. It was an adorable dragonfly! It's thin body glistened a vibrant sea blue with foresty green accents. The wings were flecked with gold, kissed by the sun.

"Hello there little one. I'm sorry I bumped into you. I've never had to watch out for bugs flying at me before." His tone of voice surprised him. It wasn't gruff or rude as Oscar had felt previously. It was warm and seeking forgiveness.

The bug seemed to nod its head, understanding the mistake. It buzzed some more and fluttered its wings, gliding over to land on Oscar's head. The cat snickered, amused with the dragonfly's curiosity. A lovely heat blossomed in his chest. The insect made a circle, buzzing the whole way, and finally laid down. The tom smiled warmly and decided to go on with his trek through the swamp. Perhaps Oscar should name the critter.

As the grey tom squelched through the soupy earth, he pondered a name for his newfound friend. A name that nodded to its colors would be a place to start. Maybe the golden flecks in his wings? Hmm, what's gold? Flowers are gold. But it doesn't seem like a Daffodil. What about how the way the wings are made? They look like frayed thread, thin black lines sprouting out and forming a pattern.

"Fray." The dragonfly buzzed on Oscar's head, agreeing with the name bestowed upon it. The tom thought about the future adventures he and Fray would go on and chuckled. This bug would be a great addition to the group.

[allynabean]

extended to june 7th due to request!!

[hainu]

Username: hainu
Cat Name: garcello
Gender: tom
Rank: traveller
Clan: fernclan
Age: 36 moons
Prompt: Sometimes a family is a travelling cat and his little adopted stoat son. [513 words]


The island was a vast place, well, when you were as small as a cat at least. It felt endless, even if the cries of sea-birds with wingspans larger than a two-leg sounded overhead. They themselves were a sign that there was indeed an end to this island by flight, but what about by paw?

Garcello was a pretty mobile and adventurous cat, often by himself and exploring the land. There was no solid home for him. The land, sea and sky were his home if anything. He travelled alone, trotting through the taiga as the sun warmed his pelt and shone through trees that felt tall enough they could touch the clouds. It was a nice and peaceful life out here, if you played your cards right! It always fascinated him as a family of wild boars would pass by, watching from a low-hanging tree branch as the mother led her sounder of piglets through the fallen leaves.

Other times, it would be a little on the more frightening side, like when he had ducked for cover as a falcon cried, it's shadow flying right past his hiding spot. The thrill was part of what made it fun out here, if he had to be honest. There was so much to love about it. Prey was plentiful, the views were breathtaking.. Sometimes he'd even come across a two-leg camp! With horses pulling huge monsters made of wood that rattled as it trotted along a dirt path. It wasn't often, but he did enjoy when those encounters had happened.

During a particular day, he recalled as best he could- It was about to be sundown, in a grassy highland with a small stream running through it. Garcello was hunting for the day, stalking a mountain hare with his body crouched low. It was a quick chase once the creature had spooked, the hare made a fatal stumble and his dinner was secured. Carrying it to a temporary resting spot, he nestled in the dip of a fallen tree's trunk, with roots jutting out overhead.

As he had torn into his new meal, the nudging of a small creature at his side caught his attention. Snapping his head to look at it, it was a small little brown stoat, no older than two moons. It may have been too young to know that he was dangerous, or too small to properly escape.. Or, well, maybe it was just too hungry to be afraid. Eyeing the little creature, he tore a small chunk of meat off and set it down by his side.

Garcello was a little surprised by how ravenously it ate, soon joining him and tearing into the hare itself. With how young it was, and how the scent of stoat was so faint here.. His brows furrowed. It wasn't scared of him, and curled up into a small ball near his side when it finished it's rather small fill. He could probably care for it, especially since it seemed far too young to be alone.

Plus, it would be nice to have a little company on his travels.

[allynabean]

congrats to ethium!! i cannot get over starsight and his bear friend oh my goodness <33

i'd like to offer All Along Watchtower and hainu both a RU!! both of your stories were so good and made me smile aa!!

i'd also like to give HMs to quirky;, Gravis Cordis, Vinson, and BunnoBlizzard!