[Archaeopteryx.]

What's the story behind this cat's accessories? Max of 500 words, art is welcome!

Ends December 23rd at rollover (23rd to 24th)

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Description: Black silver mackerel chinchilla
with low white and age-related graying.
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Edits: [nr] accessories, expression
[c] eye shape, colored sclera, whiskers
[uc] mid fur, heterochromia, unnatural eye color, short ears, round ears
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[justamindset]

Username: arbourous
Cat Name: Render
Gender: Female
Rank: Spirit Guide
Clan: winter's edge
Age: 1 year 3 months
Prompt:

Render stared at her reflection on the ice covered water of the nearby river that runs past Winter's Edge. The stars that reflected there reminded her so much of home, sparkling as though sending the message that they missed her. She missed them too, but Render knew she had a job to do here.

The gods Render's clan worshipped had sent Render down a few moons prior to help guide and protect the young clan leader, as a way to commune with the spirits and lead new ones to where they rightfully belonged. It was both a daunting and necessary task, especially with how much of a disaster magnet the young clan was.

Each of the items Render wore served a purpose in connecting with the other side - and with the gods; The wind chime to guide the meditation needed to clear her mind handed to her from Silverfoot, the long scarf on her body to keep her safe while she walked between planes passed down to her by Harpysong, the chain on her foot to remind her to return if she were to get lost in the spirit plane gifted by Edgewood, and the tail wrap... well, that one was an accident.

Winterstar - the clan leader - hadn't been all that happy when Render had first joined Winter's Edge, and the two had gotten into a scuffle. Render's scarf had been torn during the fight, which had devistated her. The fight had given Winterstar some food for thought, and - knowing how much the scarf had meant to Render - had led Winterstar to apologize, and try to see things from Render's point of view. And so, the scarf on Render's tail was tied as a sign of good faith, and the start of a friendship that would lead the clan forward on the right path.

[304 words]

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[coffee.berry]

This prompt was so fun to write for!! I actually had around 800 words written,
but I noticed at the word counter and cut it until it was only 500 C:
Hope you enjoy my story ^^

Username: coffee.berry
Cat Name: Snæbjörn
Gender: Male
Rank: God of Winter
Clan: Tribe of Golden Sunsets or Peaceclan
Age: 2400 moons (he says he's 24 moons)
Prompt:


My earliest memory is falling.
Falling through the sky, through the snow, the frost and the clouds.

I was only around 950 moons at the time, so I suppose I'd been in jail for quite a while.
A metal handcuff was dangling on my right paw, the chain broken. For the time being,
that was the least of my worries.

When I stopped falling, I noticed that I was in twoleg territory. A town. Horse carriages
circled me and twolegs attempted to pet my soft fur. I unsheathed my claws and bared
my teeth at them and ran through the town until I reached a forest.

The forest was quite beautiful, a thick layer of snow covering the grass and the trees.
I always liked the snow - wet, cold with the purest white colour imaginable. That was
when I had a crazy thought: what if I could control snow?

I felt like that thought was the truth. I didn't want to embarrass myself, but I had
to try. And no one was there to see me try, anyway. I took a deep breath, concentrated
and meowed with all my might. Immediately, the snow started falling faster and quickly
covered the whole town (and me).

I wasn't angry at all. In fact, I laughed. Snow powers! It was the silliest thing I'd
ever heard of, but the best thing that had ever happened to me. Some people would say
the same thing about other topics, like.. love.

Away from that mushy subject, though. The night of my power discovery, I was
sleeping under this nice and sturdy bench, when I felt something tap me on the shoulder.
I opened my eyes and saw a transparent cat that looked like it was made of stars.

"Who are you?!" I hissed, frightened. The cat rolled its eyes. "I'm a goddess. Head
goddess, actually, so you better get some manners, young cat!" it exclaimed, shaking
its head. "My name is Astria. I'm the goddess of the stars."

"Oh. Wow." my mouth had fallen open. "I'm Snæbjörn. I'm.. not anything." Astria
narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "Are you a complete fool? You, young cat, are a
god of winter. Well, a minor god. But a god! You're 950 moons old, you should know this."

"What? I'm that old?!" I couldn't believe it. "And a god? Help, Astria, I think I have a
serious case of amnesia." As I said this, Astria nodded solemnly. "You do. But it'll all come
back to you with the passing of time." she smiled. Her eyes shone like two purple and blue
galaxies with white sparkles sprinkled everywhere.

"Astria, what am I going to do now?" I asked after a few minutes. "You can claim your
gifts." the goddess told me. You get to choose if you want any items to support you
throughout your godly journey."

I nodded, and she disappeared. The next morning, I had my handcuff, a windchime, and
a beautiful fabric around me.

[Beezhivez]

Username: Beezhivez
Cat Name: Mathias
Gender: Unlabeled
Rank: Star Guide
Clan: Wanderers of The Bay
Age: 10 years (mental age, bodily age is unknown)
Prompt: Mathias is known as a cat among the stars, but not one of the afterlife, no. He was formed by the stars themselves, they're a cat made from stardust, from the light and from the void itself. She's not a god, xe doesn't see itself as one, but he's seen as one by cats who see them. Mathias's accessories come from the stars from when she was formed, and the silk specifically over xer eye helps it see spirits in the mortal realm it traverses. Mathias wanders the mortal realm, seeking a purpose and those to protect indefinitely. He hasn't found their ward yet, but she might find it on the beaches where xer paws sink into the sand and the air is tinted with salt.

"Are you ready?"

"Likely not, but I am willing to go where the stars guide me. I have a duty to serve to those in need."

[Lokisaurus]

Username: Lokisaurus
Cat Name: Ygmirel (The Chained One)
Gender: Female
Rank: Accursed Den-mother (Prisoner)
Clan: The Haven
Age: Older than time itself
Prompt:

“Vesinir! Your battle is with me!”

Vesinir turned his great starry gaze towards the former Aesir and the chill of his aura washed over Ygmirel, as fierce and as harsh as the waves of the Abyss. Ygmirel could feel the ends of her whiskers freezing over from the Aesir’s presence, she could feel every muscle in her body begin to bunch, screaming to run now that she was faced with the embodiment of Fear itself, but she held firm and glared back at the Aesir that was once her brother.

“I tore this realm from the Ethereal Plains, I wove tendrils of Aesir stars to bring it into existence. I rallied my men against the might of the Aesir. All that I am willing to repay, but leave my people out of these quarrels. They deserve peace.”

Vesinir’s cold, star-lit stare was unreadable. His aura pulsed in a steady rhythm, in time with Ygmirel’s heartbeat. Thump-thump-thump, said her heart in her chest. Run-run-run! But she could not run. She could not turn away, not when her people depended on her to keep them safe of the wrath of the Aesir.

“Take me.” Ygmirel pleaded up at the great face of the man that had been her brother. Before the war. Before the scourge. “Take me in their stead, just let them be. You owe that to me, Vesinir. You owe me.”

Vesinir’s swirling mane slowed, shifted course, swirled another way, then another. He was thinking. Ygmirel waited, her breath caught in her throat. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Vesinir closed his cold eyes. The fear that had taken hold of her body began to dissipate and it was only then that she noticed that she had been grinding her teeth together to keep from screaming.

“Very well.” Vesinir’s voice echoed in the void, impossible, but immutable. “Your life will be your debt, your blood will be your oath.” His great, swirling mane enveloped her, sending her spiraling into the great inky blackness of the void once more…

-

Water. The first thing she registered was water. Ygmirel opened her starry eyes and looked up, though she could not see much. Dark and dim and quiet, the Abyss surrounded her completely and totally. Bubbles formed in front of her with every breath. She shifted, hoping to sit up, but something cold kept her down. Chains, she realized, star-studded chains and ties, made of the same ethereal matter that she had weaved the Haven from. Vesinir's version of a joke. She would be chained to the bottom of the Abyss from the same matter that she had carved her freedom from. In another age, she would have laughed, now, she could only stare up into the great darkness of the Abyss and hope that her sacrifice had indeed saved her people, hope that it had given them the freedom that they had earned... the freedom she had wished for herself, the freedom that they deserved.

[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody
Cat Name: Wanderer
Gender: non-binary
Rank: occasus
Clan: Saguaro Syndicate
Age: 4015 sunsets (11 years)

The Wanderer is rumored to be the founder of the Saguaro Syndicate, although no one else is old enough to prove this information. But given the assumption, this would mean that the Wanderer came up with the hierarchy and the system for the Syndicate. Rather than "moons", cats name their ages by "sunsets" -- meaning how many days they've lived or how many sunsets they've seen. The leader is called the Solaris, meaning "of the sun". The Aurora would be the heir, meaning "dawn". The kits are Ortus, meaning "sunrise" or "daybreak". The elders are Occasus, meaning "setting of the sun" or "sunset".

Along with most of the lore and history for the Saguaro Syndicate, their real name was lost to time. Now the cat is simply and only known as the Wanderer. A fitting title, given that they've wandered from place to place before claiming the Saguaro Forest as their permanent home.

However, they still seem to have remaining ties, and their accessories are a hint to their origins or their places of passing... Within the Syndicate, there are rumors that the Wanderer is one of the astral deities the cats look up to and worship. Others say that the accessories granted the Wanderer wisdom from ancestors on how to create the Syndicate.

In reality, the Wanderer has other uses for their accessories, unbeknownst to the curious cats. The melody of the wind chime weaves stories of memories yet to be created. The chain around their ankle is a reminder of their sins and their mistakes. The cloth swept over one eye is a veil of mystery yet knowledge of the paths that one may take, viewed through an all-seeing eye.

And yet, the Wanderer speaks none of this to another soul. This is their burden to bear, their journey to take.

[Thani]

mark !!

[eldritch hound]

Username: angel bugs
Cat Name: undecided
Gender: undecided
Rank: undecided
Clan: mothlcan but ultimately undecided
Age: twenty seven months
Prompt:

mark

[BigFrog4231]

Username: BigFrog4231
Cat Name: Borealis
Gender: tom
Rank: Waxing Gibbous
Clan: The Moonlight Assembly
Age: 41 Moons
Prompt: 368 words

The tom purred, closing his eyes and remembering back. He opened his eyes, looking back at you. ``A delightful question, I'm more than happy to explain``, Borealis mused, waving his shackled paw. ``I hail from a clan that worships the Stars, but not in the way I've heard others speak of. No- my clan worshiped the celestial bodies. We sung songs of their beauty and might, we wrote poetry about their brilliance, we created art to immortalize their positions in the sky. We adorned ourselves in silks and gleaming metals and gems to remind ourselves of the Stars above.

``I, however, hold- well, held a very important role. When the air grew cold and our gardens died back, the Stars would, well, for a better lack of terms, sing``. Borealis closed his eyes, as if visualizing it himself. ``It's a song you don't hear, but see``, he emphasized, smiling now, eyes still shut. ``It starts out faint, greens fading into the sky. But soon pinks, purples, and blues join in and create the most beautiful symphony you've seen...`` Borealis opens his eyes and sighs, ears falling slightly. ``You must forgive me, it pains me to think back of my old days.

``My job, along with my littermate Aurora, was to chart these songs. We would record them, preserving their memories in any way we saw fit. Tapestries, paintings, maybe even songs of our own. We were chosen by our council and trained to interpret the songs. We were chained together to ensure we were never separated. I used to despise it but now I can't help but miss Aurora's presence by my side...`` Borealis frowns and his tail droops, looking at you with sad eyes.

``I apologize yet again. I try to remain composed but it's hard thinking about my littermate- the wound of loosing not only my clan and Stars but Aurora is still fresh.`` He sighs and puts on a smile. ``Well, thank you for listening to my musings and for sharing this wonderful memory with me. It was nice being able to think about my old home. Perhaps one day I will show how to weave?`` He smiles, brushing against your flank before padding off.

[GrimmRatt]

Username: GrimmRatt
Cat Name: Firstlight
Gender: female (she/her)
Rank: Elder
Clan: Rushingclan
Age: many, many, moons
Prompt:

mmark,,