[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.

Without magic to rely on, all Storkatten heavily relied on their own bodies to defend themselves and their territory. This cat looks like they've been quite a few scraps; tell me, what was their most decisive victory, or their worst failure in battle?

Ends in a week, link colony and prompt.



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[b]Username;[/b]
[b]Storkie Name;[/b]
[b]Nicknames;[/b] (optional)
[b]Coat Description:[/b] Spotted tabby
[b]Gender:[/b] M/F/Custom
[b]Born Magic Type;[/b] Absent
[b]Additional Magic #1[/b] leave blank
[b]Additional Magic #2[/b] #2; leave blank

NR: Scars

[b]Parents:[/b]
Founder | Founder

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

[DrBubby]

Mark!

[Griff]

My Colony!

Lionel found himself staring down the pack of storkatten before him. He was breathing heavily, blood running down and matting his fur. "Why?" He demanded of them, his expression pained. "Just because I don't have magic? I can still be useful! I ca-" He yowled as a strike of lightning charged claws hit his side, releasing more blood.

"...You're losing a simple fight," Hissed the leader. "A challenge to stay or be driven out..."

"It's a whole clan versus just me! This is hardly fair! I ju-"

"EXCUSES," the word was spat out with a hiss. "Get out of our sight." Lionel looked towards each storkatten in attendance, and none said a word. Each judging. Before he could even stop it, tears started to run down his eyes.

"FINE," he spat. "I don't need any of you anyways!" He started to limp away, as a stray fireball struck his tail. Yowling, he quickened his steps. Defeated, ashamed... and despite everything looking back hoping at least one would change their minds.

...But none did.

[mystoxxiide]

colony in sig

cw: light mentions of body modification?

--

"You need to run."

The leader of his colony turned to him, ears pricked. To others, her expression would have been neutral, but through their deep bond he recognized the surprise in her eyes.

He stood with a grimace on his face, the preparation to defend his choice on his tongue.

She opened her mouth, to say no. Then closed it.

They both understood. No cat around them dare spoke. They all looked into his pale, clear white eyes, and they knew too.

No absent storkatten would benefit the colony as much as one with magic. With the enemy forces closing in, him staying behind would put some much needed space between the colony and their adversaries. While he had been a good cat, a kind cat, there had always been that divide between his clanmates at his inability to perform magical acts. He had reinforced his teeth and his claws with that of larger animals at an attempt of pushing his talented and refined hunting skill to its fullest use, but was still outperformed by the colony's blood storkatten. It was a pain and burden to carry, and while none said it to his face - or actually even felt it at all in reality - he deemed himself a tribulation over a joy.

The colony filed out of the clearing one by one. None spoke a word to him, though he knew his sacrifice was heard. He hoped it even reached Freya above - that she saw his oblation and chose him to be reincarnated into another storkatten in the future. Preferably one with magic, even.

Soon he was alone, with only the rumbling pawfalls of the approaching enemy in the distance. He unsheathed his modified claws, reinforced with fox fangs, designed to rip and tear in a helpless attempt to reach the heights of his brethren since he was a child. He took one final, long breath, sucking in the forest air he had grown to love, before turning to take in the hordes of cats drawing near, determined to last long enough to let his family disappear into the undergrowth, though a part of him doubted he'd live as long as a mouse's heartbeat.

The question: was this a warrior's noble sacrifice, or a coward's spineless surrender? Well, that's your choice to decide.

[kiwipen]

colony in sig

cw: light mentions of body modification?

--

"You need to run."

The leader of his colony turned to him, ears pricked. To others, her expression would have been neutral, but through their deep bond he recognized the surprise in her eyes.

He stood with a grimace on his face, the preparation to defend his choice on his tongue.

She opened her mouth, to say no. Then closed it.

They both understood. No cat around them dare spoke. They all looked into his pale, clear white eyes, and they knew too.

No absent storkatten would benefit the colony as much as one with magic. With the enemy forces closing in, him staying behind would put some much needed space between the colony and their adversaries. While he had been a good cat, a kind cat, there had always been that divide between his clanmates at his inability to perform magical acts. He had reinforced his teeth and his claws with that of larger animals at an attempt of pushing his talented and refined hunting skill to its fullest use, but was still outperformed by the colony's blood storkatten. It was a pain and burden to carry, and while none said it to his face - or actually even felt it at all in reality - he deemed himself a tribulation over a joy.

The colony filed out of the clearing one by one. None spoke a word to him, though he knew his sacrifice was heard. He hoped it even reached Freya above - that she saw his oblation and chose him to be reincarnated into another storkatten in the future. Preferably one with magic, even.

Soon he was alone, with only the rumbling pawfalls of the approaching enemy in the distance. He unsheathed his modified claws, reinforced with fox fangs, designed to rip and tear in a helpless attempt to reach the heights of his brethren since he was a child. He took one final, long breath, sucking in the forest air he had grown to love, before turning to take in the hordes of cats drawing near, determined to last long enough to let his family disappear into the undergrowth, though a part of him doubted he'd live as long as a mouse's heartbeat.

The question: was this a warrior's noble sacrifice, or a coward's spineless surrender? Well, that's your choice to decide.

winner!

[mystoxxiide]

Username; mystoxxiide
Storkie Name; ulf
Nicknames; -
Coat Description: chestnut spotted tabby
Gender: male (he/him)
Born Magic Type; Absent
Additional Magic #1; -
Additional Magic #2; -
Traits:

[nr] scars

Parents:
Founder | Founder

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

[mystoxxiide]

traded to rem sleep in exchange for MYO 382