✦ Stars Catvent 2022

[Thani]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id:Thani#509675
↬ clan archive:Feyclan

↬ word count: 000 words; n/a, if only art!
↬ prompt:
Birchmist Was found by Forest Watcher battling a couple of annoying weedlings. The Fey creatures were quick to find someone not of this world and took it upone themselves to bully the poor cat with magics. Birchmist was thankful for The forest watchers help, and asked for assistance getting back to their own realm...

[LiLi041]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: LiLi041 925966
↬ clan archive: eNUF

↬ word count: 83 words
↬ prompt: Santa was visited by Cliff one day, on a frost winter night.

"A message, for me?" she asked curiously. Cliff dipped his head slightly in response, confirming her guess.

She quickly ripped it open, her claw efficiently and elegantly opening the envelope in a straight line.

She saw the words "The black tower will be back" written upon it in a short, childish scrawl, and tears came to her eyes. Whether they were from joy or sadness, she wasn't sure at the moment.

[Sleepy-Rat]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: Sleepy-Rat 723170
↬ clan archive: Rowanclan

↬ word count: 190 words
↬ prompt:
Riverspirit sat at the edge of Rowanclan's territory, her tail swaying anxiously as she waited for Cliff to arrive with a message. When he finally arrived, her head snapped up hopefully. “So?”
Cliff sat down in front of her, not meeting her gaze. The anxiety that had been swirling around in her stomach slowly grew. She had never seen Cliff be like this, not once. She tilted her head curiously. “Well?” she prompted.
Cliff exhaled, still not meeting her eyes. "He said there was an emergency."
Her heart skipped a beat and she jumped off the log she was sitting on. “What kind of emergency?"
He shook his head slightly. "It wasn't really clear. He wouldn't go into more detail than that."
Riverspirit blinked in understanding, "Let's meet again in a couple days. If there aren't any more news from him by then, I'll go to Willowclan myself."
"Alright." Cliff nodded standing up to leave.
The Shaman watched him go and sighed. She couldn't help feeling a little worried. As far as she knew Willowclan was very peaceful, almost completely nonconfrontational. What could this emergency be about?

[Plushbunny]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: Plushbunny + 858001
↬ clan archive: BlizzardClan

↬ word count: 49 words
↬ prompt: it was time for the afternoon patrol, and a few cats had just set out. "oh hi hana!" the patrol leader, smoketail, said, as they walked by. "i hope you're doing well."

"actually, i have a question for you," hana said. "what is one of your clanmates' greatest fears?"

[Griff]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: Griff 254592
↬ clan archive: Clan Ember


↬ word count: 32
↬ prompt:
Crowcall loves to talk, everyone knew that. Hana loves to talk too, everyone knows that! So when the pair encountered each other, well, legend has it they are still talking even now...

[unohdettu.lupaus]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: unohdettu.Lupaus | 946652

↬ clan archive:x



↬ word count: 66 words
↬ prompt:
One day when Looking for herbs Sheep found hana exploring the groups territory
as soon as hana saw sheep she started talking to sheep, sheep even though a clan cat as some may call her was interested in hana’s stories of her kittypet toys and life, so much so that sheep completely forgot to look for herbs that day before heading back to the groups camp

[canadianhowl]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: dascanadiansparkle + 523964
↬ clan archive: galactic skies

↬ word count: 268
↬ prompt:
“Alright kits, remember what I’ve told ya. Be nice and don’t break anything.” Firestrike sighed as he looked down upon the two kittens following him. Pepperkit and Cinnamonkit nodded their heads before their father lead them through a fence hole and into a backyard. The kits were nervous seeing how often their clan told them not to be here but supposedly their true mother was here.

“Hanaaaaa! We’re here!” The tom shouted. It was silent. He sat down and looked around before suddenly being tackled and pinned. The kits jumped before relaxing seeing the two cats were laughing and tussling. “I should have known you’d do that! Haha ah Hana come on get up the kits are here.” Firestrike laughed before rolling over and gave her a nuzzle. “Look at how much the little furballs have grown eh? They’re almost ready to become apprentices!”

“Wow!!! You’re right look at them! Oh our babies are going to be the best out there! Your strength and my cleverness!” The she cat answered before approaching the two smiling kits and began to nuzzle and lick their heads. Cinnamonkit eagerly leaned in to the attention while Pepperkit let it come as needed. Though their little family moment was soon interrupted by a snowball to the head. The three cats looked up to see Firestrike had crouched down and thrown some snow at them.

“Well, I think we know what we’re doing today! Let’s go get your father!” Hana laughed before tossing some snow back at the tom. This got the kits into it and soon, a family snowball fight was in order.

[Arrikanez]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: Arrikanez 2105
↬ clan archive: The Dark Carnival

↬ word count: 541 words
↬ prompt:

Fortune's End was seated a little ways away from one of the Void borders, waiting for Viperstar to get back from having a 'private chat' with their benevolent-dictator spirit, Chroma. He didn't feel left out or anything - Chroma sometimes spoke to him privately too. This particular chat sounded serious, so he wasn't eager to interfere at the very least. Hopefully they'd both be in a much better mood when they were finished with the conversation.

He wasn't expecting company... but company he soon had in the form of a gray cat with a large beetle climbing on its back, and tall, fluffy ears. There was also a rather stylish-looking red and white-spotted scarf around its neck, and chilled-out purple eyes. Fortune hadn't noticed him approaching that side of the Void, so he was rather startled when he was spoken to.

"Well hello there, young one. I didn't expect to see anyone out so late. I don't believe I've scented you before..." The voice was calm, gentle, almost fatherly to Fortune. He smiled in that cat's direction, knowing that he couldn't cross the barrier... nor could Fortune go over there.

"Oh, I didn't... notice you. I'm sorry, my mind must be wandering." He turned to face the other cat, sitting in snow on the opposite side of the void. "I can't come over there... I'm sorry. I... uh... I have... Well, there's this barrier..."

"Oh, I know young one. Please don't trouble yourself about it. There have been strange occurrences in this forest since I was a wee little kit. I have noticed you and your... father?... wandering around in places you could not possibly reach - such as now."

"Wait, where am I, to your eyes?' Fortune asked the strange cat. "Oh... and I'm Fortune's End. I'm from The Dark Carnival on this side... you are?"

The other cat laughed. "Birchmist. Of no clan, really. Nothing special, just a cat. And to me, you're... hazy. Sort of half-formed, like the bits and portions of a dream, or a far away creature in a snowstorm." He smiled, but it matters not. You seem friendly enough, real cat or apparition.

"I'm not a ghost." Fortune said, canting his head to one side as a fat snowflake fell on his ear. It had started snowing a lot lately. "Is it the holidays where you're at? Snowing and stuff?"

Birchmist nodded. "Oh yes. We just dressed up a holly bush with twoleg things for decoration, and are preparing a large feast. Do you celebrate as well?"

".... Sort of." Fortune said with a soft nod. "We just had a snowball fight, made some snow-cats, I think Viperstar is planning some sort of gift-giving thing, but I'm not sure.... Oh, hey, you're fading out..." Fortune stood, and pawed toward the void, where Birchmist was vanishing.

"Oh? Well then farewell, my sweet Fortune. I will see you soon, I am sure. Be well! Merry Meowmas!"

Fortune almost ran after the disappearing cat, but remembered that he had no idea how to cross the void safely... so he had to watch him go... and only then did he realize how very lonely it was here, with no one but Viperstar to talk to... "Merry Meowmas..." he called softly, to nobody.

[jay.]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: jay. + 688591
↬ clan archive: the aurora borealis

↬ word count: 97 words
↬ prompt: bearpaw would probably accidentally walk into hana while snooping around the twoleg dens for fabric to "borrow" and use for his own accessories. hana would catch the apprentice digging through piles of fabric and catch him off guard, assuring him it was okay before he could apologise and make a run for it. after talking for a while about why he was lingering around digging through trash hana would disappear back into her home before returning with a festive piece of festive clothing, handing it off to bearpaw as a sort of christmas gift for his troubles.

[Archaeopteryx.]

↬ catvent day: sixteen

↬ username & id: Archaeopteryx. || 334452
↬ clan archive: Enurian

↬ word count: 444 words
↬ prompt:

The Stranger could probably find proper protection from the howling blizzard outside if it really tried. A ghost in living flesh, it could slip into cities, into settlements, snag mugs of hot chocolate and steal food piping-hot from stone ovens. It had done that before, in eons, in decades, in years past. It was easy to survive that way, all memories of the Stranger slipping off of other's backs like snow on a summer day.

The Stranger was tired of just surviving.

So instead of being in a warm camp it was here, in a frostbitten cave up in the ring of mountains, short paws tucked under its long fur and tail. Watching the endless white whirl past the entrance to the cavern, gray stone cold and hard against its pelt. It couldn't think over the constant noise, and so it didn't, simply letting the snow wipe clean any worries still lingering in its mind.

So complete was the meditation that the Stranger didn't even register the figure stumbling through the blizzard until they were stumbling through the entrance, collapsing on the gray slate.

The Stranger shook itself awake, leaping forward to pull the cat in from the snow and into the semi-warmth of the cave.

The brilliance of the cat's orange pelt was like a spark, an ember, illuminating the haze that had been surrounding the Stranger. Their green eyes, so vivid after the relentless gray of the mountain. They flicked their whiskers upwards in thanks.

The Stranger did not introduce itself (there was no point, not when this cat wouldn't remember it as soon as they looked away), but helped the cat further into the cave.

"What's your name?" The Stranger asked, and the cat tilted their head.

"Don't have one." They signed, a mixture of whisker-motions and flicks of their tail, something the Stranger half-remembered originating from the more southern slopes of the island. "Yours?"

"I—uh—" Caught off-guard by the cat's nonchalance, the Stranger couldn't even think of a half-truth to tell. "...Same here."

The cat jolted upright, turning to properly face the Stranger. Their movements became quick and frantic, so much so that the Stranger could hardly keep up. "Folks keep forgetting you too?"

Stunned, the Stranger could do nothing but dip its head.

The other cat surveyed it for a long moment, brilliant green eyes flickering over the Stranger, before they settled down again, this time close enough for their pelt to brush against the Stranger's.

It followed their example, tucking its paws back under the warmth of its belly.

The blizzard swirled endlessly across the entrance of the cave, but it didn't feel quite so cold anymore.