[kiwipen]

Storkatten, often shortened to Storkies, are a magical breed of fantasy felines. Descended from Freya's own mythical mounts, Storkies are chock-full of magic and potential. They're quite powerful and loyal companions. While some may choose to live in colonies out in the wild, others may choose the companionship of humans. Many Storkies also possess magical abilities, though require the usage of runes to unlock them.

In the early days, Absent was the common magic type! Back then, cats made futures for themselves based on their own interests or the needs of their Colony. What is this cat's purpose in life?

Ends in 48 hours. Link colony and answer prompt.



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[b]Storkie Name;[/b]
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[b]Coat Description:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] M/F/Custom
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[b]Parents:[/b]
Founder | Founder

[b]Children:[/b]
-- [url]Partner[/url]
-- [url]Child1[/url]
-- [url]Child2[/url]
-- [url]Child3[/url]

[OriGalaxii]

Mark,,,

[rem sleep]

mark !

[witchcrafting]

[ Sunken Depths ]

The sound of quiet rustling of bushes resonated around the swampy knoll. Carefully, a small rodent emerged from the undergrowth, it's gaze narrowed as it stepped toward a small pond of newly produced rain water. It sniffed the air, gouging it's surroundings before dipping it's head down for a drink.

Before the rodent could react, a cat plunged down from above, striking the pest, appearing victorious, to no one's surprise.

Theo stood not far to the side of this absent whose job it had been to help hunt for the colony they currently resided in. Theo, however, was not very hands on, you see. As his job was documenting history. He was that of a historian for the ways they lived and the colony he currently inhabited. He watched every event or meeting that may have happened, and wrote it down, or remembered it and took note of it later.

He was one of the best historians, or so it's been told. his accuracy, the flow of his words.. He took stride in his job. It was important. History was important. The future inhabitants of his colony, or anywhere he travelled to, had to know the good and the bad, and what not to repeat.

[mal du pays]

https://toyhou.se/KrisDreemurr/characte ... er:3331468

"You have been tasked with an important job. If you fail to do so, then you will meet the same fate as many have before you."
Brought into the library at the request of Teo, they work as security in a sense. Utilizing the ability their magic provides them, they supervise the shelves of the books to ensure they remain undamaged, due to what the books are.
With their job, they also keep an eye out for the one known as the Pageturner - as a secondary request to prevent more necromancy. They use their magic muffling/dampening ability to prevent damage to the books from other Storkies, and much to the detriment of one in particular.

[Agent Florida]

Forgotten Sun Colony

They are the spymaster for the Colony, the exact title and their duties are mystery to most but know that their motivates and their heart is the right place when it comes to the protecting the colony.

[Keryth]

Tracker here

Xe is, at heart, a scientist. Growing up, xe was told that xir dream of working alongside the biggest names in magic research of xir generation was never going to happen - after all, what mage would hire an assistant with no magic of their own? So with that, xe moved xir focus to honing the ability xe had accidentally discovered: being able to temporarily short out others' magic.

With this, it wasn't long for xem to find xir place. With xir help, those researchers xe had longed to work aside had the ability to have a control variable in their work that was never accessible to them before, the greatest equalizing factor they could ever ask for. After all, what better way to remove the bias in their data than to remove the magic that was the reason it varied by such wide margins from sample to sample?

[DrBubby]

The Whispering Wilds

Magus' role in the colony is one of great prestige - he is the main weapon they have against the unpredictable and often sinister magic that floods every corner of the valley in which they live.
In The Whispering Wilds, magic can very much be a matter of life and death.
The entire region seethes with the forces of the unknown; magic one could never hope to truly conquer or contain, emitted by the land around them. The very same magic that twisted the trees into frightful sentinels that seem to stare, made the wind whisper forbidden knowledge to travellers and that birthed the one creature that the colony had both revered and feared since times long gone, The Will of the Woods.

Magus never asked for this job; he had been assigned the position as soon as he was born, even though it would be much later that he'd actually perform the role.
And while he resented it for much of his kittenhood, he eventually came to understand why he was the only one fit to do it.
When you're surrounded by magic that doesn't have a known source or another magic to specifically counter it, how do you protect yourself from it, without suppressing it?
He eventually grew to embrace his role as the colony's primary defense, and even developed quite the ego from it, but there is one thing he still won't ever get used to...
the idea of encountering the Will of the Woods.

The great beast was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the most hardened cats, and even though Magus had only seen it once, once was enough.
He'd been told his whole life by the colony acolytes that this monster - that their ancestors had called their god for at least two centuries or more - was a sight of beauty to behold, something wonderous, a harbinger of good things to come.
But it was anything but that.

Standing almost as tall as the trees, the haggard creature wandered the woods seemingly without purpose, chasing down anyone who happened to wander too close.
If it hadn't come near town that night, he might have never seen it - and he might have been able to live his life blissfully unaware of it's deepest secret.
That night was now forever cemented in his mind because he knew.
He had stripped it... him... of his magic just long enough for the veil of illusion to dissipate, and when it did, he was face-to-face with someone he knew.
Someone he had grown up with.
And the fearful expression on his face when his charade was uncovered said it all.
He fled before Magus could ask why, and he would continue to be haunted by this question as he hadn't seen him since.
The creature had existed for a long time - much longer than either of them had been alive. Was it the combined effort of multiple cats going back ages, or some sort of family tradition? And why?

He came to fear the day he'd encounter him in disguise again... especially if he had the town guard with him...

[kiwipen]

[ Sunken Depths ]

The sound of quiet rustling of bushes resonated around the swampy knoll. Carefully, a small rodent emerged from the undergrowth, it's gaze narrowed as it stepped toward a small pond of newly produced rain water. It sniffed the air, gouging it's surroundings before dipping it's head down for a drink.

Before the rodent could react, a cat plunged down from above, striking the pest, appearing victorious, to no one's surprise.

Theo stood not far to the side of this absent whose job it had been to help hunt for the colony they currently resided in. Theo, however, was not very hands on, you see. As his job was documenting history. He was that of a historian for the ways they lived and the colony he currently inhabited. He watched every event or meeting that may have happened, and wrote it down, or remembered it and took note of it later.

He was one of the best historians, or so it's been told. his accuracy, the flow of his words.. He took stride in his job. It was important. History was important. The future inhabitants of his colony, or anywhere he travelled to, had to know the good and the bad, and what not to repeat.

winner!