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What was this cat's worst mistake?

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Name: Pineblaze
Gender: dfab, she/her
Rank: Warrior, Firestarter
Clan: moonclan
Description: Black golden spotted caliby
with mid white and green eyes
Age: 77 moons
Edits: Accessory (nr)
Owner: allynabean

[allynabean]

Username:
Cat Name: pineblaze
Gender: dfab, she/her
Rank: moonclan
Clan: warrior, firestarter
Age: 77 moons
Prompt:

She never wanted to be a mother, but after it happened, there was little she could do to stop it- she had three small kittens mewling for her attention. Penny was a street cat, and raising kits was so far out of her plans, out of her ability. She gave them the barest of needs, but gradually her journeys out from their little alcove into the busy streets got longer and longer, until she just stopped coming back, sure the kits could fend for themselves at this point.
She would rather run rogue in the streets, experimenting with the strange affinity to fire and flame she seemed to harbor, mark her territory and keep the other street cats out, than play mother to a handful of accidental kits. It seemed the lesser of evils, at the time, leaving them. She didn't look back. She never even gave them names.
Two years later, Penny was picked up by a human, and trapped inside their smelly house and made to wear the itchy collar, given dry, bland food and weird, loud toys. She disliked it greatly, at first, but after being thwarted in every attempt to escape (and her instincts refusing to let her set the entire place on fire- she knew, intrinsically, that if the humans found out she was Strange, it would be Very Very bad).
Moons passed, with Penny stuck as a kittypet, and she grew to accept her fate. Food was easy, she had never felt so healthy- even if it didn't taste the same as rats she used to hunt in the alleyways. Then, one night, her human brought home another cat- one she didn't recognize, though his pelt was similar in pattern to her own, and it was obvious at first meeting that this other cat, clearly a stray picked up like she had been, knew her. Not her name, but the recognition and- oddly enough- hate in his eyes wasn't easy to mistake.
His name was Denny. He was about 2 and a half years, much younger than her, and she soon figured out that he had the same Strange fire thing she did. Denny refused to tell her where he knew her, and she couldn't figure it out, but his hostility never left, despite how he masked it in front of their human. She had a funny feeling if her fur wasn't fire-resistant, she would have woken up with a singed tail more often than not.
It was tense between her and the younger cat, but it only lasted about two moons before it broke. Their human was asleep, upstairs, and Penny was once again pestering Denny about his past, asked about her old contacts within the stray network, tried to get anything out of his frustratingly closed-lip glares. She could see that he was getting fed up, angrier and angrier, but a petty part of her kept needling him, purposefully egging him on now.
Denny snapped. The carpet beneath his paws set ablaze, and he looked at her with all the anger and vitriol a cat could muster, the fire slowly spreading as neither of them did anything to stop it.
Through hissed, hurt, words, the fire spreading higher- didn't the humans have an alarm, the smoke was getting thick quickly- Denny accused her of leaving him behind. Abandoning him and his siblings on the streets, barely 2 moons old. Penny went silent in shock, ignoring the rising smoke and the fire that licked painlessly at her paws- she hadn't even thought of her kits in years. Denny had evidently thought of her, though. He said the other two hadn't made it, he had to watch them starve next to him, alone and cold and scared and wondering where their mother went.
Penny got defensive, and their voices rose with the flames around them, neither sparing a thought for the human sleeping upstairs. When Denny sprung at her, much faster and more agile than she was, after a year as a soft kittypet, she cried out, in pain and anger and indignation- they fought, throwing flames at each other, the heat building until it started to affect even them, the smoke trapped by the roof above their heads and invading their lungs. Penny fell, wounded, lungs heaving for air, and Denny stood above her, fangs bared and eyes slitted in hatred. They stared at each other for a long moment, both panting, and then he huffed, shaking his head. You're not worth it. Get out of my sight, you useless, worthless pile of waste, before I change my mind. Never come back to the city- my friends will find you, and we will kill you. Her son hissed, not looking at her- Penny watched him for a moment more, fighting back the urge to hiss something nasty right back and continue their fight (she really was in no shape to continue, she knew she wouldn't last). She turned tail and fled, running through the streets, leaving the blazing house and burning hatred of her son- her son- behind her.
The smoke left her weak, although she knew a cat without her, Strangeness would have probably died. Penny left the city, not even sure if her human she was embarrassingly soft for survived the fire, angry and hurt and not in any position to enact revenge on him, for ruining her life, for ruining her, again and again.
Penny was picked up by Moonclan, but she hasn't warmed up to most of them. Not yet. She's too focused on keeping herself angry, plotting a million ways she could return to the city and take back her old territory, make Denny see that she wasn't one to be crossed. She kept herself angry, hurting, still harboring a cough from the smoke- if she stopped, slowed down, even amongst the weird mountain cats with Stranger things, she knew she'd never stop wondering how things could have been, if she had cared more about the kits she left behind.

[Sleepytally]

Username: Sleepytally
Cat Name: Slateheart
Gender: dfab
Rank: Warrior
Clan: MushroomMeadows
Age: 29 moon
Prompt: -wip-

[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Rose
Gender: dfab
Rank: Kittypet
Clan: LagoonClan
Age: 90 moons
Prompt: "My Twolegs had a jar of sweet-smelling cubes. And as a cat, my sense of smell is much better, and the scent of those little wrapped-up squares was just too much to resist. Soo...I tried to open up the jar at night, and it smashed on the floor. I could only pick up one cube before my Twolegs came in screaming and flailing their weird furless arms around. The next day, I was stuffed into a horrible cage that smelled like Twolegs and my own stale fear. We took a trip in a monster's belly and I ended up at a brightly white Twoleg nest. The lights hurt my eyes and these creatures poked me. Eventually, the traumatic event ended and I went back home, only to be forced to eat these bitter-tasting capsules of powder! It was the worst couple of weeks of my life! I'll never again eat Twoleg food." The she-cat shook her head to clear her thoughts. You patted her head in an awkward comforting manner.

[ivyy.]

Username: bunnoblizzard
Cat Name: Oakleap
Gender: dfab (Tom)
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋n
Age: 2 years + 9 moons
Prompt: Oakley stumbled among his littermates and over to his mother with big round eyes and a curious expression. Oakley was one out of four kits his mother had recently had and he always enjoyed it when his mother groomed him and paid attention to him. He loved being in the spotlight whether or not he was too ashamed or shy to say it aloud. His siblings soon started to drift away and become their own cat but even at the age of nine moons he still was glued to his mother's side. He was teased and bullied for the fact he stuck so closely to his mother.

Even as a kittypet, times became hard. Food was on shorter supply and there was a plauge clawing through the population of house cats and dogs. Oakley didn't seem to notice. Or care for that matter. He simply started to when everybody wasn't paying attention to him. He'd yowl in protest when they'd turn their backs to him until one day he had had enough. He stormed up to his mother and whined, half-angry and half-hurt, "Why don't you love me anymore?!" His mother opened her mouth to respond but all that came out was a racking cough.

"My son, I have always loved you dearly. I still do. But I'm ill and you never even noticed." Oakley felt his heart drop as he realized that he was so caught up in the spotlight he ignored and never noticed his mother's own deflating health which day by day became worse. Oakley watched as with her last, dying breath she explained an answer to him. Since then, he has hidden in the shadows and become much more introverted, skittish, and shy even to his own clanmates, now he hated the attention as he realized it was a reason why he could never apprectiate his last moments with his dear mother as it continuesly reminded him of his horrible nusence actions.

That was his biggest mistake.

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Extending to July 1st, same time!

[Flatterina]

Username: Flatterina
Cat Name: tbn
Gender: dfab
Rank: Authority
Clan: The Choir
Age: Six
Prompt: She never told her crush she loved him. Now he's gone, taken by the soulless, having become just another mindless monster focussed on destruction and consumption. If it hadn't been for him, it would have been her in his place, but he had pushed her away and sacrificed his own sould instead. In those last moments, she had seen everything in his eyes, the answers to all her questions, and known that he had loved as much, if not more, as she had loved him. Enough to give his life for her. She knows she couldn't have saved him and he had voluntarily sacrificed himself, but now with every waking minute she mourns the life they could have had if she hadn't made the mistake and doubted his feelings.

[northie]

Username: cqnstellations
Cat Name: honeydancer
Gender: dfab
Rank: warrior
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4567680
Age: 4 years
Prompt: honeydancer’s biggest mistake was leaving her nest.
she is an amazing warrior, and would never dream of being anything other than
a loyal warrior to aquilaclan. but she made a huge sacrifice to get to this.

leaving her kits behind.

she had only just kitted when she left them, the twolegs surely were able to care for her
young like they cared for her, right? she had been taken away from her mother when she was
only young too, so maybe it was just a kittypet tradition, like a apprentice ceremony.

but guilt is never sweet, only bitter.

she wonders how she would feel like, raising her kits, giving them what she never had. did
they resent her? did they understand? so many moons of asking these questions, yet she
would never get an answer. her heart lied in the forest, not a twoleg nest, but somedays
she wished she was back where it all began.

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Username:
Cat Name: pineblaze
Gender: dfab, she/her
Rank: moonclan
Clan: warrior, firestarter
Age: 77 moons
Prompt:
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[allynabean]

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