[Centipedes]

Goat cat!
tell me about this cats beliefs or lack of beliefs!
minimum: 250 words and/or 1 art piece
maximum: please dont write over 750 words but feel free to go all out w extras!

Ends may 25th at rollover

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Name: Goatskull
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: perserved clan
Description: black silver rosette tabby w low white
Age: 37 moons
Edits: - expression, accessories (nr)
eyeshape, ear tufts, shorter tail,
whiskers, eyelashes, colored sclera, pupil
(c) unnatural eye color, med fur (uc)
Owner: Coolrat

[coolrat]

Username: coolrat
Cat Name: Goatskull
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Persevered Clan
Age: 37 moons
Prompt:

Goatskull watched the crowd of kits surround him, each with the parents that dragged them down to the lowest (safe) part of the canyon. They looked annoyed at first, but soon fell into silence with the others.

"What happens when you die?" Goatskull asked them once they were all still. He waited through the odd answers they all had to offer, before speaking again. "Good guesses, all of you. Look up, what do you see?"

"Stars!" they all exclaimed.

"Very good. Now, what if I told you that every single cat eventually goes up there, with the stars?" The kittens all fell silent as they looked up again. "You see, we have what are called souls inside us, stuck inside of our bodies. When we die, our souls go up towards the stars."

"What if your soul tries to leave while you're still alive?" asked a kit that Goatskull couldn't see.

He smiled, glad that someone asked, "Good question. You see, our souls are completely stuck within our bodies, as long as they're intact, then our souls will never be able to leave."

He looked down towards the river raging below them, causing the bell on his old collar to jingle. "That's why, when someone from our clan passes, we put their body into the river. The water washes away their bodies, and their souls begin to climb out of the canyon." He paused, giving time for the kits to look down into the deadly river and shudder. "Sometimes, though, the souls aren't strong enough to make it out. Now, which of you kits were born here?"

Most said yes, and he continued. "You see, all of you come from old souls that couldn't make it out. They entered your body as you took your first breath, and now they're gaining strength to try again. That's why we teach you how to survive, otherwise your souls will have to keep trying over and over again. So, with that said, do any of you still want to sneak down to the river?"

"No..." the group mumbled, with a few sharp glances aimed at the other kits. Goatskull nodded and smiled, again causing his bell to ring, and the kits began the journey upward towards their den. Most of the remaining parents joined them, with a few staying behind to thank Goatskull for the lesson.

"Trust me, it's no problem, I'm always happy to teach," he said. "Besides, we need them to be prepared to hear the news... it'll be their first funeral, and I doubt they're going to take it well." He sighed, "At least this way, they'll understand what's happening."

[441 words]

[~Arokai*Rokujo~]

Username: ~Arokai*Rokujo~
Cat Name: Batfuzz
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Cavernclan
Age: 37 moons
Prompt: Batfuzz does not follow the deity clans like many of his clanmates, for he does not believe in them. Instead, he genuinely and thoroughly believes that tiny itty bitty spiders, so small you cannot even see them, control everything around every cat. They interweave the fates like the silk of a web, and float about in rays of sunshine like dust mites.

Any time Batfuzz witnesses a milestone in another cats life, he will bring them the gift of a spider from outside and drop it straight in front of them. This has resulted in a few minor spats, but the gesture is at least... Appreciated? They guess?

No one really knows how he came to the conclusion that little spiders control the life and death of everything in the world, but he is completely convinced. The tom reveres every little spider he finds, claiming they're relatives of the spider ancients and refusing to allow anyone to eat them. Someone did one, and he cried. A lot. For five days straight, actually, and then he promptly started ignoring said cat and hasn't spoken with them since.

His odd belief system isn't discussed much, as most cats really do not wanna sit through his theories and explanations. But who's to say, really, that all cats who pass don't get escorted up to the giant web in the sky, of which catches the very stars and holds them in place. Who's to say, that the ancestors do not dance among it's silk and watch them through the help of eight beady little earthly eyes. And the bad cats, who spend their life commit atrocities? Wound away forever, wrapped up in cocoons to contemplate their crimes.

Maybe the spider theory aint half bad. Perhaps Batfuzz is on to something.

But dont tell him that.

[301 words]

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[ford]

Username: ford
Cat Name: Apollyon ; angel of death, destruction, and the netherworld.
Gender: male
Rank: Seraph
Clan: followers of the last heaven // "the flock"
Age: 4 years
Prompt: [285]

The dark furred cat stood before his leader, fur bristling as the younger cat looked down at him from above. The air around the so called "Lord" of the flock seemed static, flowing with coiled energy. Seraphiel, however, seemed completely calm, like an ocean before the storm rolls in.
"Apollyon," they began, their face betraying no emotion. "You are my Seraph, my second hand. And you find it humorous to disobey me?"

Apollyon let out a snort, his long tail flicking irritably.
"I wasn't disobeying you, Seraphiel. I was simply doing things my own way."
The leader bared their teeth, pearly white fangs curling over their lip. "You will address me as Lord, as do the rest of the flock, just as they will with you in time." Their tail thrashed angrily as they spoke. "This is the honor the Spirits granted upon me as I brought this flock together, as I rescued you from your former life."
Apollyon couldn't help but laugh. "There are no "Spirits", Seraphiel. You are simply deluded, thoughts of grandeur corrupting your own mind. You named all of us after angels that do not exist. After an afterlife that does not await us. I'm only here to keep you from destroying yourself."

Seraphiel leapt, knocking the older cat to the dusty ground in a fit of rage. Leaning close, their hot breath stinging Apollyon's eyes, he growled, a low rumble in the older cat's ears.

"You are lucky I cannot afford to replace you, Apollyon. Otherwise I would leave you to rot beneath this ground." They loosened their grip, letting Apollyon stand.

"Step carefully, my Seraph. Or you may find the Spirits will not be so forgiving as I have."

[BigFrog4231]

Username: Bigfrog4231
Cat Name: Omen
Gender: Tom
Rank: outsider
Clan: TSS
Age: 35 moons
Prompt:

I can't hear you puppet boy, now dance, dance, dance!

[444 words]
A bell could be heard ringing, alerting the cats lurking within the forest. Omen looked around him, seeing eyes glaring at him from all directions. With each step he took his bell chimed out, alerting any hearing creature of his presence. He looks up, seeing the dark red sky- void of stars. He sighs and trudges forward, small glowing mushrooms illuminating the path he had walked so many times.

``Ah, Omen! There you are my sweet. Just one moment please!``, calls out a rather chipper voice. Omen sits down, folding his tail over his paws. A lithe white tom steps out behind a tree. He was smaller than average with heavy scarring on his flank and throat. His paws were tinted brown from the rotting leaves coating the forest floor.

``Willowsong, it's good to see you again.``, Omen says, dipping his head in respect. Willowsong smiles and bows in return. ``The pleasure is mine.``, Willowsong purrs. They chat about nothing, sharing meaningless details of their life. Both parties know this is not important.

``Now, Omen, how's our little deal working out for you?``, Willowsong askes innocently. Both Omen and Willowsong know he cannot answer the way he wants. ``It's wonderful, every day I'm more greatful for our partnership``, Omen lies. Both cats have fake smiles on their faces. Omen is at his limit at this point. The stench of rotting leaves and mushrooms are making him sick.

Omen stands up to leave, but Willowsong is already behind him when he turns around. ``Oh, and before you go Omen, please make sure to follow the rules we put in place, yes? We can't have you soiling our arrangement, can we?``, Willowsong said, inches away from the black tom's face. Omen knew exactly what he meant.

``I won't disobey again``, Omen growls, having to force the words out of his mouth. Willowsong drops his playful demeanor. ``You better mean it``, the white tom says, unsheathing his claws. Omen nods silently, tail puffed out. Willowsong smiles and his jolly attitude returns. ``Safe travels Omen. Remember the path you walk.``

Willowsong's words rang throughout Omen's mind as he woke up. He felt sore, as if he had been walking all night. His paw pads were bleeding slightly. He licks his paws, trying to calm himself down from his meeting with Willowsong. I can't back out now. Even if I had the chance I couldn't. I need to be stronger. No Starclan cat can do that for me...

Omen leaps out of his nest and into the quiet street, his bell chiming, alerting any hearing creature of his presence The shadows loom over him. He can smell rotting leaves.

[néktar]

Username: néktar
Cat Name: cherrypatch
Gender: male
Rank: poet
Clan: shallowclan
Age: 88 moons
Prompt:

𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉﹖

─ cherrypatch had a hard time decerning what that word meant
to him. not knowing much of the rich ancestry of shallowclan
and the island they occupy, though it is beautiful with lush nature
and human history. the tom struggled to connect on a spiritual
level, understanding that most of the cats around him had a deep
connection.

─ that connection was weak to cherrypatch, as he had joined
the clan at the beginning his golden years. he had tended to
avoid any talk with his clanmates about the ancestors and the
silver pools that lay beneath this island. it terrifies him a little
to think that those who have passed on still hold power in this
mortal realm.

─ though cherrypatch does understand one thing. on the clearest
of nights with a heavy breeze as though the world is sighing. he
will look up at the stars and swears he sees them dance, tears fill
his eyes and there is a tugging deep inside his chest. a wanting,
an aching. a feeling he has never experienced before becoming a
clan cat. the more time he spends with the clan, the more he
understands their relationships with each other and thusly the roots
in which their ancestors grew into this island. [ 211 ]

[Goatmom]

Username: Goatmom
Cat Name: Ramhorn
Gender: male
Rank: Medicine cat
Clan: Grove Clan
Age: 19 moons
Prompt:

Ramhorn was not always a Grove Clan cat. He was born a kittypet named Ramsey.

However he was a strange kit. His mother died when he and his littermate were born so he was raised by the twolegs. But that's not what made him strange.

From the time Ramsey opened his eyes he began staying up late at night to talk to the moon. When asked by his littermate, he said he was talking to the she cat on the moon and described her as looking like the cat in the picture the two-leg kept by their nest.

He spoke to her about his life, his sibling, everything, but mostly how much he missed his mother who he never got to meet. And she comforted him and listened.

His sibling though he was crazy and so did the other cats of the two-leg place. This left him alone much of the time.

One night when he was about 8 moons old he saw a cat walking among the trees behind his garden. This cat glowed a soft silver, almost like the light of the moon.

Ramsey being awestruck by the figure, lept down from his fence and greeted the strange cat.

"Hello, sorry to bother you but I haven't seen any cat but the cat on the moon glow like that." He spoke.

The stary cat looked almost startled, not use to living cats being able to see them. " You can see me Kittypet? Not many cats can see StarClan cats without visiting the stone grove."

" StarClan?" He asked. " What is star Clan? Is it like the she-cat on the moon?"

The star clan cat sat and spoke with him till just before dawn. Explaining star clan and Grove Clan and the ways of the forest cats. Then just before the sun rose above the horizon the silvery cat told him to find the cats who live among the trees and the cat with four ears. Then they vanished.

Ramsey looked back at his home and then walked into the woods. Each step leading him closer to understand The cat on the moon and star clan. From that moment forth. They would be the great guiding force in his life.

[280 odd words I had to count myself so it may be off]

Extra: I was listening to this
Talking to The Moon by Bruno Mars

[!karkat]

username: !karkat
cat name: twistedsight
gender: agender (he/it)
rank: seer
clan: verminclan
age: 3 years
prompt: "i, for one, believe we're all doomed. you and your little clan don't stand a chance against the horrors that the dark forest holds. i hope you're prepared, wolfstar." the tom would hiss, venom dripping from his voice while the fur on his neck begins to prickle.

(wip)

[Adamented]

Username: Adamented
Cat Name: Vuohi
Gender: Tom
Rank: Grand Scout
Clan: Gladewood
Age: 6 years
Prompt: When Vuohi came into the world, he was a completely blank slate. Like fresh snowfall, in the form of a dark-furred kitten. Beliefs were something he'd hardly pondered, the only thing a young, bushy-tailed and bright-eyed Vuohi cared about was food, sleep, and pouncing on his sister's tail when she'd grown too content. That, and staying warm, well hidden within his mother's fur in the shelter of a nice hiding spot, a big ruddy red barn, covered in dirt, overgrown with brambles that other animals besides mice and rabbits weren't too keen to venture into. The weather was often cold here, there was little hope when it came around... prey animals were few and far between, dying easily from respiratory failure and common winter moon diseases. Little supply, with oh so many mouths to feed...

To tell you the truth, the only thing he believed in the early time of his life was that life itself was cruel. The winter moon cycles were the determiner of his future, whether he would go on or whether he would fade away.

Unfortunately, in the end, they had to run. To cast away their home, with their mother growing weaker by the day.

It was late fall, they had so little hope with the chill growing each and every day, closer and closer crept days of snow. It was a lonely and dark feeling, watching his sister grow thinner, watching the nights grow longer, stars blocked from view by heavy, dark clouds. The first blizzard was devastating.

They were separated.
It was a mistake he'd regret for the rest of his life, blinded by the white ice, fearful. He had to push on, even when her warmth left his fur and his heart sank with sorrow. It wasn't what she would want, for him to give up. He never knew he was speaking to, but he murmured in the night for guidance. Please keep her safe, please. Please, I will find her again someday.

He never did, but on the fifth night he trudged through snow deeper than he was tall, his whispers were met with grace.

The clouds opened up, the moon's light shone down, it led him to a whole group of others like him- wanderers.

He never found his sister again, but with this newfound family, he trusts his whole being to the moonlight, and the theoretical voice behind it. Mysterious, but she is merciful, he'll never know if his sister was guided too, but he trusts in the moon.