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[Swishy & Broken]

I've voted and it was hard! all the NPCs are so special

Agree! I cast my own vote as well this time and >.< Sheeeesh our NPCs are all so lovely!

[Swishy & Broken]

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There are currently 1 supernova in stock.
I will accept c$, pets, event tokens (at a rate of 1 token = 2 c$), or SD (or a combination of all 4).

Due to high demand and low inventory, we've elected to use a raffle system for future sales and distribution of supernovas. Supernovas cost 3000 stardust, which is the equivalent of 600 C$. If you win a sale raffle, you have to pay for the item before receiving it or having the edit rolled. If you don't have the funds, please do not enter sale raffles. Paid supernovas may receive one reroll.

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[Swishy & Broken]

It's February, I hope we all know what that means -- raised nursery odds and some NPC shuffling! Our event NPCs are also open for litters, though I suggest waiting to court them until at least Saturday.. for.... reasons... :Giggle: And, though we don't quite have our in-lore explanations written out quite yet, I have another big announcement. Our retiring NPCs of the year 👀

In first place, was our friend Birchmist. He had a great run and I will surely miss him dearly, though everyone can still check in with the suave tom over at his readoption center any time. He had so much fun this year, from teaching Cliff how to swim to Introducing his little buggy friend to the world. He is certainly quite the character, and his position in the lineup will feel so different with him gone. (Speaking of, he's got some readopts up right now! Forum/viewtopic.php?f=87&t=4499289)

The second cat retiring was quite a hard decision to make -- as second place seemed pretty split amongst a few faces. Ultimately, the team decided that Furzetuft would be the right choice amongst those who qualified. She's done so much for us during her time, from the very moment she was introduced. Unfortunately, with updates to the rarity system and retired traits, she lost her uncommon edit and that's what put her in this position. She'll still be running around with Fennel in explore, but it certainly won't be the same </3

Our new NPCs will be introduced shortly, likely as soon as the team figures out which entry from the NPC Design Contest is the winner. :Loveu~66: This is going to be quite difficult to pick!

[Swishy & Broken]

Bob let out a soft sigh, their fluffy white pelt bristling with anxiety. He'd made this speech about a million times, but it was always difficult at first. The loner cast a final glance backwards, stepping forward, into clan territory, and followed the familiar path -- the winding brush and quiet rustle of grass welcomed them back from another journey. Curious kittens watched as the completely white cat entered the leader's den, no warriors even batting an eye. A large calico queen shooed the small group of tiny paws away, nudging at another queen's side. The two turned and idly gossiped, their ears strained to listen in on any noise from the den.

"Hey, it's been a while", Bob cringed at herself for that opener, but it worked. The dark tabby leader stood and greeted the familiar wanderer, inquiring about his journeys the last few moons. Bob chuckled and filled the large cat in, his claws nervously clinging into the mud of the forest floor. "But, that's not why I came here-- I have some friends I'd like for you to meet, though you may have seen them floating around in the past."

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Bob and her friendly leader jogged along, leaving camp and heading back toward the way Bob had came from. "So you remember how, sometimes, my kittens come out really funky even though I just have white fur?" The leader nodded, thinking about a couple of the most.. unique coats present in the clan," Well I found a few friends who have noticed some similar quirks in their kittens, let me formally introduce you!"

**Game mechanic update coming soon, stay tune on Saturday to see which Event NPC's unique trait and details (like a name!) will be revealed.

These traits will be similar, in a way, to Bob's special 50/50 for white or unique pelted kittens. We've got some really interesting things planned, so try not to miss it!**

[Swishy & Broken]

FLASH EVENT
* You will NOT earn exp or stardust for participating in this event *
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Artwork by 0Zero0

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Snow let out a sigh, her eyes glued to a pair of warriors grooming one another. She'd been busy all morning, too busy to notice the rest of the clan's preparations for Valentine's Day -- not that she had anyone to spend the holiday with anyways. The patrols had gathered a feast while on morning duties, more than enough for the rest of the evening - leaving little to be done for now. Snow's ears pinned backwards as she turned away, a loneliness creeping into her pelt.

Upon returning to her nest, a familiar fawn tabby materialized almost out of thin air. "Snow, I have some mail for you~",his warm purr seemed to thaw the ice growing over Snow's heart bit by bit. She shot him a weak smile before sorting through the gifts he'd brought for the Tribe silently. "What's wrong Snow?", Cliff poked at the lynx point's side, intent on picking an answer out of her one way or another. "I- erm..", she hesitated. As future leader, she shouldn't be pouting to a loner about her insecurities. Cliff gently placed his tail on her side, blinking reassuringly," Snow, what's the matter? You can't hide what you're feeling from me, it's written all over your muzzle." A soft purr escaped Snow's chest, followed by a rush of embarrassment. "I'm just feeling a little out of place is all, I'm sure it'll be all over after the holiday." Cliff chuckled, his whiskers twitching with laughter," Oh I get it, the leader to-be is feeling a little lonely." He nudged her side," C'mon, let's go for a walk, I've got a story to tell you."

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Write about one of your cat's struggles with love.
How did they work through it? Did they find love afterall?
Ends 2/21 @ 6pm cst !

No limits, just don't write an entire novel please TwT
Each entry will earn one nursery item, with the best responses earning more valuable prizes.
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Additional Prompts
Can't get enough of that sweet Valentine's spirit? Here are some additional prompts to earn even more prizes!
All three of these prompts will be open for the rest of the month, closing at rollover to March 1st


Assign an attachment style to three or more of your cats.
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Who is the loneliest cat in your group? Why is that the case?
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Develop a relationship within your clan -- any kind of relationship (platonic, romantic, familial, etc).
How did they meet? What's happened between these cats to make their relationship so special? Tell me everything!
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[canadianhowl]

Prompt 1
Username + ID: canadianhowl + 523964
Cat(s) Involved: Pineapplesnap and Magpiewhisper
Prompt: She shouldn’t be so upset that her crush saw her as a friend. She really shouldn’t be even when given the task to be the mother to little Pepperkit and Cinnamonkit. It hurt so bad that she was so close yet so far. Magpiewhisper could only sigh. She looked down at the two sleeping kittens and smiled. She gave them each a lick on the forehead before getting up to stretch and walk around. She needed time still to process all of this. The little cat walked out of camp just for a quick stroll. Though she heard some yelling in the distance. An argument? Or an enemy?!? Maybe she should go check it out. She scampered off and gasped upon seeing the two ”dragon” cousins yowling and hissing at each other. She wasn’t surprised at all. All decedents of Draco seemed to be a little crazy in the head. Magpiewhisper waited a bit for the two to be done before she emerged to a fuming Pineapplesnap who was growling to themselves.

“Do you two always have to fight? Don’t you know how tiring it is?” She asked with a defeated sigh. The golden cat turned to face her before they just shrugged and sat down. Pineapplesnap was silent at first before clearing their throat and mumbled, “I don’t think he gets it. Recently he’s been starting to like Hollyheart and I have to tell him no. Draco set out a selected path for us. Dragonfruit can’t be the one to ruin all of this… again!”

“And why does it matter? If they’re happy then…”

“Dragonfruit was chosen by Draco. I don’t think you’ve realized but of the four of us still here, only they have actual workable wings. It’s his job to uphold what Draco wanted from his future lineage even more so with ours. If Dragonfruit can’t even uphold that then why should they be the chosen one. Look at me Magpie! I am quite the stunning cat! Great fur and a strong build! I should have been the grandkit Draco selected. Instead we got a fool!” The golden cat hissed before he kicked a rock nearby and stormed off. Magpiewhisper couldn’t get another word in and he was gone. She just sighed once more before deciding to head back home. She could catch up with them again.

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A month had passed. She was feeling a bit better but it still pained her when Cinnamonkit and Pepperkit called her mom. Plus she has noticed Firestrike slowly getting an attachment to one of the other toms called Windwhisper. Once again she was out on a walk but this time, she was founded by Pineapplesnap. The golden tom decided to sit down beside her and the two looked out into the forest in silence.

“Hey… I normally don’t do this but… you seem… kind. What do you do for jealousy?” The golden cat asked softly. They were genuine about this…

“Well, I think… I’m just going at my own pace. I try not to think about it too much and remind myself good things come to those who wait! … why?”

“Well… maybe I was lying a bit back during our first chat. Maybe I’m… I’m just a little jealous of my cousin. Dragonfruit has it so easy. They’ve found two mates now and raised families and I don’t think I’ve ever found a crush myself! I don’t know I just… don’t feel anything. I’m not broken right? I shouldn’t be so stubborn about whatever some dead cat said. I just want to be happy like they are.”

That stunned the little she cat. Guess stuck up Pineapplesnap did have some emotions but, she wouldn’t tease him. “No you’re not. You just need time and if you think it isn’t for you it isn’t the end of the world. It’s hard but, you just gotta get through it.” And yet there she was still crying over a tom a moon later. “I’ll let you in on this, there’s a guy I liked and… well… I’m so close but I’ll never be able to grasp to what I wanted. It really hurts and sucks but, I just have to keep looking forward.”

The other cat was silent before he let out a small sigh. “Forward… I suppose so. A noble cat looks forward.” The tom puffed out their chest before turning to look back at the tiny she cat. “Do you think… we could chat more? This helped a lot. I feel a bit better about things.”

“Yeah I’d love to. I think it helped a bit knowing someone else felt similar feelings I did. Tomorrow sound good?” Magpiewhisped chuckled.

“Tomorrow is good.”

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They didn’t realize it then but the comfort of sharing similar emotions and talking to each other really brought them closer. She learned this big stubborn tom loved water and soft things. She brought him soft mossballs every now and then to play with as well as some rabbit fur. She hadn’t realize that she was starting to fall in love again until they shared a nest one night. Their tail wrapped around her in a protective manner. It felt so cozy and warm and… safe. Pineapplesnap began to refer to her as his treasure and it made her heart flutter each time they did. Soon enough, Magpiewhisper was over her previous crush. Instead she had this gorgeous looking cat to confess now too and she was certain about it.

“Pineapplesnap. Thank you for helping me with recovery and everything from my previous crush. You’re such a noble and kind cat.”

“Ah it’s alright. You’re quite the funny cat. I love your eyes.”

“My eyes?! O-Oh thank you! I uh… I… I love your… fur!” She stuttered which got a laugh out of the tom. Pineapplesnap simple sat down beside her and entwined theit tail with hers. She didn’t object. She looked up at them with love in her eyes and they did the same back. They soon leaned in and touched noses, purring softly.

“Magpiewhisper… my lovely treasure, will you be my mate?”

She’s been waiting for those words buuuut she wanted to mess with them a bit.

“Yes! I’d love to but, what about what Draco said?”

And he was surprised by that before letting out a chuckle. “Like I care what some dead cat says now. I’m happy. I think that’s all that matters.”

Prompt 2
Username + ID: canadianhowl + 523964
Prompt:
- Solarroar: dismissive
- Bullheart: secure
- Crabspots : anxious
- Anglertooth : fearful

Prompt 3
Username + ID: canadianhowl + 523964
Cat(s) Involved: Quicksilver
Prompt: Quicksilver often wasn’t one for friends. In fact she barely talked around a majority. She only talked to her friends which were… none. She often does patrols alone, hunts alone, hasn’t had an apprentice, no friends or kits or a mate. Her clan is concerned of course but Quicksilver seems quite happy with her life. She isn’t exactly though. Even her own thoughts leave her sometimes.

Prompt 4
Username + ID: canadianhowl + 523964
Cat(s) Involved: Dragonfruit and Hollyheart
Prompt: Ever since they were kits it was like they were always at war with each other. Even at one moon old they were tussling and trying to one up the other. At apprentices, they always tried to learn a move faster than the other and loved to spar and always wanted to train together. They were close friends yet competitive as well. Even as warriors they did hunting competitions as well as even challenged in the middle of battles. The clan was rather annoyed by their behaviors but they seemed excited to be trying to out do the other.

It all stopped when Hollyheart got injured one day and wasn’t allowed out for a whole moon. Dragonfruit was devastated and made fun of the she cat for being weak. She wasn’t having it this time and she shut them out. Dragonfruit was hurt terribly by this and stopped talking to her until she was almost ready to be released from the medicine den. Hollyheart was still upset but the two realized they needed each other. Their energies matched and they needed the other to tame themselves. During the last two days, Dragonfruit visited Hollyheart everyday with a few flowers he picked on his walks. Hollyheart adored them and always decorated her nest with them. Soon she was out and was tackled immediately by her best friend. Dragonfruit only chuckled before going to nuzzle and touch noses with her. She changed something in him during that moon. He couldn’t live without here and she couldn’t either. They’ve been friends since they were kittens… they were always meant to be.

[Arrikanez]

Prompt 1
Username + ID: Arrikanez 2105
Cat(s) Involved: Fortune's End, Love At Night's Call, Luck Of The Draw
Prompt:

Late night liaisons weren't typically on the agenda for the cats of The Dark Carnival, but some eyebrows were certainly raised when Fortune's End padded back into camp well past his normal sleep-time, interrupting Love and Luck, who were sitting watch while the others snoozed. The younger cat strode with a light spring in his step toward the tent where the others were sleeping, but Love raised his tail, and stalked over to stop him with a gentle paw to the side.

"And where have you been?" he asked, one ear pulled back to the side, while the other was forward and awaiting his answer. "It's way past turn-in. You snuck off to do some hunting or something?"

Luck dropped down to the other side of the young cat, intrigued by what his answer would be. Fortune didn't seem the kind of cat to flirt with the rules so very openly.

Giving a luxurious stretch that made both guards sorely miss their beds, he flicked his tail to one side, and gave a wink and his best attempt at a smirk. "Visiting a.... friend, shall we say."

Both older cats met eyes across the younger's back. Since when did Fortune need to sneak off to visit anyone? All their group was right here at camp.

"Whatcha mean, visitin' a 'friend'." Luck asked, tail swishing once in confusion. "Pretty sure you ain't got no one but us t' look for."

"You'd be wrong then." Fortune's head dipped, and he sat, starting to groom himself in an unconcerned fashion. Both guards then noticed the unmistakable scent of another cat on him. Another male cat, from the smell of it. Love's tail relaxed as he realized what was going on.

"Aaah, I see. Well then. Have a pleasant evening." he said, dipping his head to the younger cat before smiling across at Luck with a knowing glance. Color Luck entirely confused.

"Bullheart wishes you well too." Fortune said with a grin of his own, and rose in an unhurried fashion. "Oh... I need to bring him catnip before our next meeting..." His ears rotated to the front, as he started off toward the camp proper. "And I'll want to bring him some red rushes... oh, and maybe a trout! And maybe some weasel fur for the kids, and definitely some petals..."

Fortune's End trailed off as he vanished into the light of the tirefire, leaving Luck and Love to wander back to their posts.

"An' jus' what was that all about?" Luck of the Draw asked, tail swishing a few times the other way. "And who'n god's name is 'Bullheart'? Sounds like some sorta code for somethin'."

Love At Night's Call just smiled again. "I believe Bullheart is his boyfriend, dearheart." he said softly. "Just as you and I are together in a sense." His tailtip twitched a bit.

"Oh hey now, don't go takin' my little flirtin' like nothin' serial, now." Luck said, glancing over toward the other cat. "I ain't got no time for no datin' business. I got the patrols t' do, and all that." One ear dipped down as he considered what Love had just said. "Wait n' see. I ain't nobody's cuppa. You ain't gonna like me in like a week 'r somethin'."

The cinnamon cat nodded a bit, as though he'd heard it all before - he most likely had. "I'm not denying that you are indeed hard to please, sweetheart, but I consider your company - and your companionship - to be just what I'm looking for when my nights on duty get a little too cold." His tail curled around his hindquarters as he sat, and his head canted to one side as though listening or thinking. "Why do you think you are not worth my time? Surely, someone as confident as you would believe themselves above reproach when it comes to matters of love?"

Luck snorted a bit, and gestured with a paw. "I ain't one t' go makin' those calls, Love." he answered, ears pinning back as he thought about the question. "It's just.. I ain't... I ain't good at them feelin's things, kay? I ain't got no sense a'... ah, what did Viperstar call it... Deocratin'? Nah, that ain't it. Somethin' with a D..."

"Decorum?" Love offered helpfully. "I've noticed. Why does that make you any less worth affection than anyone else here? I like your rough-and-ready nature. Your manner of speech, and the way you handle things is just part of you. No need to hide or obscure what is there." He leaned to the side, and nudged Luck's shoulder with his nose. "Besides, it just makes you that much more of a catch. Especially for cats like me who enjoy a slightly-more-genuine outlook on life, and not the cultured, courtly manners usually associated with... romance novels and the like."

For a moment, the lilac smoke considered telling Love to drop the topic, but then his ears fell as he remembered the other part of his romantic troubles. He clicked his tongue, and looked to the side, not meeting the other cat's eyes. "I also ain't... great... with datin'. Never have been. S'always been more 'f a chore than it ain't." His left ear flicked while down, and he glanced to the other side, only meeting Love's eyes once. "I don't got that... that somethin'. That finesse stuff. I ain't got no pickup lines, and I ain't got no like... stuff to offer 'em." He sighed, and closed his eyes, crouching to his belly, and dropping his head. "I ain't romancin' material. Like at all. Surprised you even like me... yanno... like that."

"And that is exactly why you need a confidence boost. If you and I don't work - and I'm not saying that we don't, I'm just planning for all outcomes, you need to get out there and make yourself look good." Love's head lifted, and his ears relaxed. "And I'm speaking from experience. My past life, that's all I did. Take it from me, Luck - you're not the... ah... what's a good analogy... Ah. You're not the most unattractive fish in the sea. Sure, there are others out there who are moreso, but that's the case with all good things. Someone is always going to be better than you at something. You just need to focus on what you're good at NOW. If that's not romance, but you still want to pursue it... then find a way to do so that highlights your good points. Your courage. Your humor. Your cunning. Your strength. Instead of just focusing on the negatives." He reached out to touch his paw to Luck's. "And even if all that fails - you still have me. Just because I brought up the eventuality, doesn't mean I'm planning on going anywhere, okay? Even if you wanted to pull more people into this relationship - and I'd be fine with that, by the way - you've just got to present yourself to highlight your good qualities. What makes you shine is different than everyone else - and that's okay! You don't have to be perfect at dating to date. What matters is that both parties feel the love that's there... no matter how it's expressed."

Luck's mouth ticked upward into a softer sort of smile, and he looked away from the other cat, blushing under his fur. Love didn't have to see the blush to know it was there, and he winked at him - which just intensified the feeling. "So even 'f I'm bad at all this romancin' stuff, you think others'll... want me like you do?"

"Absolutely." the other cat said with a nod. "And if the times comes to pursue those angles, then I'll help you with that, and we'll make our best go at it." He laughed. "I'm not exactly a perfect specimen of romantic involvement myself, despite the life I lived previously. Heartbreak makes a poor taskmaster for matters of the heart. But I assure you - even with all our flaws, there will be someone out there who feels the way we need them to feel. For me. For you. For us. It might take longer for us to find that someone - but they're out there. That I promise."

The paler cat sighed. "I guess that makes me feel all nice 'n warm 'n fuzzy or somethin'... Thanks. Uh... you wanna... snuggle 'n stuff while we're watchin' out?" He asked, making as if to move closer to the other cat.

Love nodded. "Naturally." He scooted himself over, and adjusted so that he was resting most of his body against Luck of the Draw's side. The con-cat said absolutely nothing more, just enjoying the company of his boyfriend in the harsh chill of the spring night, and thinking about how much he loved him.

Prompt 2
Username + ID: Arrikanez 2105
Prompt:
Viperstar: Anxious
Fortune's End: Secure
Hearthunter: Fearful
Depth Strider: Secure
Luck of the Draw: Anxious
Odd One Out: Dismissive
Scent of Poison Blooms: Dismissive
Love At Night's Call: Secure
{Chroma}: Anxious

Prompt 3
Username + ID: Arrikanez 2105
Cat(s) Involved: Viperstar, Odd One Out
Prompt:

"You know, Leader, I haven't seen you touch a bite of any of this delish fish since we brought it back from the hunt."

Odd One Out waved his tail a bit, and canted his head to one side. Certain wolf-like tendencies still had an unfortunate way of making themselves known in most of Odd's mannerisms. Thankfully, Viperstar understood dog language just as much as he understood cats. The leader sighed, and pawed at a rock in front of him, worrying it a bit, and rolling it back and forth.

"I'm fine, Odd. You guys go eat. I'll just sit here and think about when the next patrol will be."

"Nope." the mostly-white cat settled himself beside Viperstar, and nudged over a piece of fish. "Is it because it's that love-day?" he asked, gesturing with a paw. "Never had any use for it myself. I don't do those one-time flings, and heart-eye-emote goo-goo-gaa-gaa junk that the others do." He looked up at the sky, but didn't rise to leave, feeling his leader might benefit from a little company.

"... How are you so happy being so alone?" Viperstar asked, glancing in Odd's direction without really lifting his head. "Doesn't it get... oppressive? Not having anyone?"

Odd shook his head. "Nope. Why are you so affected by it?" he asked, giving Viper a nudge with his paw. "It isn't like you don't have friends. Underlings. Pawns. Whatever you call us. We're all here for you."

Viperstar sighed. "It's not the same." he muttered. "Not the same at all. I've never had any sort of relationship like... the ones they advertise on this holiday. Never had someone to hold me. Never had someone who cared about me. I was always so focused on the here and now, and my plans for domination, and my... projects... that I never had the chance to look for someone. I used to wonder... is it fun? Does it feel good? To have love? Guess you wouldn't know that."

"I wouldn't say that." the white cat gave a dip of his head. "I know it from looking at others, and feeling things out on my own. Sure, being with someone makes you happy. Just look at the expression on Fortune's face when he comes back from palling around with Bullheart? But it's just not for me. At least, not yet. But you gotta cheer up. If you're always so down about this, nobody's gonna give you a second look. You want love, right?"

The leader nodded, not looking up.

"Then buck up, yeah? I'll help you find someone nice. Don't worry. You might have never had it, but I promise you - you'll taste it one day. Probably tastes pretty good for someone like you."

Prompt 4
Username + ID: Arrikanez 2105
Cat(s) Involved: Love At Night's Call, Luck of the Draw
Prompt:

Even though Love and Luck are from two entirely opposite ends of the spectrum of life, they somehow managed to 'click' when they met in the Carnival. Luck was a con-man from the wrong side of the city streets, and Love happened to be an escort for the highest of clientele. Their past lives inform the choices they make in this one, and even though Luck is self-proclaimed to be 'bad at feelings' - he and Love basically fell whiskers over tail for each other as soon as they popped up into each other's radar.

Love is generally the brains of the operation - he's the one that makes most of the decisions, and he's the one that decides the direction they're headed. Luck just sort of tags along, but he's got the brawn to make any who challenge them back down. He might not be the most burly of cats, but he does have a certain hardness to him that others are wary to be around - which makes it easier for him to chase off would-be nay-sayers. Both cats have a wicked tongue, but whereas Love will keep his hidden, and rely on his courtly manners and classy training, Luck had no such thing in his life, and generally tends to run off at the mouth. Love often scolds him for it, but laughs about it afterward - and often would like to say some of the same things.

In terms of showing their affection, it tends to be Love that enjoys the friendly teasing looks, the winks, and the tail-against-flank signs of PDA. Luck isn't good at physically showing those things (although accepts them perfectly fine), and prefers his actions speak for him, such as getting Love his choice prey (he loves shrimp) or offering to take over a patrol when the other cat is too tired, or just plain not in the headspace to go on one. Viperstar finds this slightly annoying, but doesn't really make any real effort to stand in between the two of them.

Where Love is deficient is in his street-smarts, and his casual social interactions. Something that Luck makes up for in spades. Conversely, Luck's lack of decorum and book-learning - which often gets him into a load of trouble - is handled with ease by Love's informative guidance. Between the two of them, they'd make a complete person. XD

[Thani]

Prompt 1
Username + ID: Thani#509675
Cat(s) Involved: Weaselnose/Tansy and Caulliflower
Prompt:

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart"

Weaselnose had hated her. The smile that permanently wore itself on her...even in the face of adversity. The lightheartedness of her tone, the way that she could find the good in even the most evil of times. Her mere existence was a pain that rang out in the heart of her own, a bitterness that she could never rid of...her own hatred for the world itself. She was the problem, and she knew, Despite her efforts she could not change. Would not change, not for a girl. Definitely not for a girl....

"Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart"

"I hate you! I will always hate you!....Stop smiling like that!"

Caulliflower knew that she could be too much, and she always admired Weaselnose for knowing what she wanted. She was strong and brave and outspoken, without a single fault. She was passionate and hardworking, never letting a moment of the day go by without fully expressing herself. And she would never think badly of her friend, because deep down she knew she was hurting. And if she ever lashed out at her that was just something she would have to deal with. And she would love her for who she was, always.

"Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start"

"You don't understand how I feel! You never will!"

A gentle touch awoke Caulliflower, followed by a sharp pang on the side of her abdomen. Weaselnose sat above her, a worried look on her face. Something rare. She never looked like this, so tired and....scared. Caulliflower tried her best to not let ger friend see her upset or unhappy. Their argument may have ended badly but it was her fault...she shouldn't have let it get that bad...

"What happened?" Caulli choked out, sitting up with the help of Weaselnose.

"You...you fell. It's my fault! I... I shouldn't have pushed you.....I'm so sorry, Caulli. I'm so sorry."
A pang of hurt washed across her face, small tears pooling and threatening to fall across her face. She looked up at her friend, a forced smile presenting itself across her face.

"It's okay, silly! Accidents happen!"
She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince.

"I know you are scared, Weaselnose, you put up a front but you are just as afraid as I am. I know"

"I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start"

"You make me so mad! Why can't you just admit that you are unhappy! Stop saying things are fine! They are not fine!"

"And what good would that do, Tansy? How will saying it out loud fix the problems that we have? I know that I put up a front. But did you ever think that I do that for you?"

"For me? Why would you do that for me?"

"You are so...so...aghh!!" Cauliflower would break her resolve, letting out a frustrating scream as she looked towards her friend.

"How can you not realize that I care about you? That I let you use me as a verbal punching bag because I care about you. That I listen and I let you....I let you vent! And cry and scream and get mad because I know that that's what you need to be okay!"
Cauliflower never seemed so scary and loud, Weaslenose was terrified in that moment as she watched her friend completely break down in front of her...and like everything else it was because of her..it was all her fault.

"I am not strong, and I am afraid. Afraid of the things out there in that forest....Afraid that one day you you wont come back from patrol. But If I showed you that I was afraid....Then who would be the strong one? I have to be happy enough for the both of us, because I am terrified that you will never be...not truly."

"Let me take some of your hurt...I can handle it. Let me know your pain so that we can work on overcoming it...together."

"Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start"

Weaselnose couldn't look at her for days, and the weeks away on patrol drove her nearly mad. Time to think and process what she was feeling was greatly needed. And the slow quiet nights she had away from camp proved useful in that endeavor. Thoughts of cauliflower kept running through her head, her friends reddened fur as she angrily yelled at her..Things she knew she had wanted to say for a long time but why? Why did she keep them to herself all this time? Of course. She knew the answer to that question. But she didn't want to admit that that could even be a possibility. Caulliflower was the only one who ever looked at her like she mattered. Like the history that shaped her into this broken piece that she was didn't matter. That she was worthy of friendship...of love, even. She never saw her for the broken mess she was but instead of this great warrior she knew she had the potential to become. She never judged her and...How could she not have known? Everything she ever did...ever said, was out of love. And all she did was push her away, thinking that her kindness was out of pitty....She couldn't have been more wrong.
And now she wasn't sure if she could ever make it up to her...If she could ever fix it.

Caulliflower had never let her emotions out like that, and she regretted it the moment she did. As she watched Tansy ready for patrol she thought that maybe she would go and say goodbye....but she felt ashamed. Ashamed that after all these years of keeping herself in check she snapped..over the stupidest thing. She refused to sit and let Tansy direct her anger at her any more. She was hurting and all she wanted was for her friend to be happy..to realize just how much she was loved...just how much she loved and cared about her. Despite everything, she knew deep down that her feelings would never be reciprocated. But that would never stop her from using all of her energy...every day to keep her happy persona on the front. And even if it didn't matter in the end..she had tried. And now Tansy knew, deep down that it was all a façade. A lame attempt to keep her happy and her spirits alive. To give her hope that that maybe if she let it...the world wouldn't be such a terrible place. That she could be happy.

"Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part..."


Weaselnose and Caulliflower struggled with being honest with each other for a long time. Weasel's deep rooted hatred for not only herself, but the world around her made her difficult to understand. She would find it difficult to be honest with her feelings and instead lashed out with violence or hateful words, the hurt inside her only growing as she thought no one would ever be able to understand the way she felt. Caulliflower was gentle and caring and loved everyone. She didn't want to fix Weaselnose because she believed that she was perfect the way she was. She only ever wanted to spread happiness and love, and maybe if she were overly positive some of that positivity would rub off on her.

Only once Caulliflower let her emotions out, let herself be real and vulnerable did Weaselnose finally realize that maybe she was too harsh on her...that she shouldn't take her frustrations out on someone who was only ever trying to help. And as they took time to heal their own hurt, they would come back with a newfound respect and likeness, that would eventually blossom into love. As the two promised they would no longer hide their feelings in fear of hurting the others, but that they would take the time to help each other understand their feelings and work through whatever hardships they would have....together.

(c) For Lyrics The Scientist by Coldplay

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Prompt 2
Username + ID: Thani#509675
Prompt:
Elowyn Secure
Cardamom Anxious
Pawn Dismissive
Weaselnose Fearful

Did one of each!

[Archaeopteryx.]

Prompt 1
Username + ID: Archaeopteryx. || 334452
Cat(s) Involved: Cypressroot
Prompt:

The cats of the Northern Jungles were isolated compared to the rest of the island.

The rest of the island, at least, had friends. Acquaintances. Strangers met under a blood-red moon, stories told by the light of a bonfire. They did not have that, this far north. You lived in a grotto, protected from the End's chill, with the rest of your immediate family, and once you were old enough, you set out to start your own family.

And compared to that, Cypressroot was the world's biggest hermit.

And she liked it that way.

She had her grotto, and it was hers and hers alone. No other cat to argue about it with. No one to tell her she was doing something wrong or tell her to pull up the flowers she liked or to chase away the insects. No partner to get in her way. And that, she believed, was the reason why her grotto was the best. She didn't have to run her decisions past a committee, didn't have to worry about what anyone else thought. She had complete freedom to express herself with and no one who could ever judge her.

Well. That last part wasn't entirely true. She knew of her infamy, her status as a loner among loners. Could hear, sometimes, newly-freed adults wandering past her grotto, keeping well away from even the most wayward of fireflowers, grumbling and groaning about how she never picked a partner, how weird it was that she was all by herself like that.

Frankly? She couldn't care less.

Prompt 2
Username + ID: Archaeopteryx. || 334452
Prompt:

- Swiftdance; secure
- Spiritmask; dismissive
- Everstumble; anxious
- Shopkeeper; fearful

Prompt 3
Username + ID: Archaeopteryx. || 334452
Cat(s) Involved: The Stranger, Dartbite
Prompt:

There are plenty of lonely cats on the island—Jerboahop, Eolwyn, who have both gone years (decades, centuries in Eolwyn's case) without seeing another cat's face. The key difference for both the Stranger and Dartbite is that they both very much yearn to not be alone, and are unique in that they will never be able to achieve this goal. The Stranger has been cursed so that no cat will ever remember them, and Dartbite has been cursed to poison others upon touch.

Prompt 4
Username + ID: Archaeopteryx. || 334452
Cat(s) Involved: Sweet-tooth, Swiftdance
Prompt:

"You don't have to stay, you know."

"I know."

The gentle, lapping waves of the Ravaged Sea was a soft backdrop to the quieter words, the salt-sulfur smell so familiar to Swiftdance that he didn't notice it anymore, though he did notice how Sweet-tooth's nose wrinkled and her whiskers drew back in faint disgust.

"If she's getting bad—"

"—She's not."

"...I know my sister." The fur on the ruff of Swiftdance's neck rose. Sweet-tooth had never snapped, never yelled, not in the years he had known her. (Or known of her, anyway, what with how Sharpsong was.) "I know how she can get. If it ever starts getting to a point—"

"Swift."

He shut up.

The desert wind tousled his fur affectionately, the large expanse of the Ravaged Sea sat waiting before him. The emptiness of it all was a comfort to him, the way the sky stretched on for seemingly eternity, nothing but the sand behind him, the water before him, and the mountains far in the distance.

"I'm okay." Sweet-tooth said, hesitant but sure, as if she were trying to convince herself as much as him. "We're okay. You just know how she is. She just wants to make sure we're all safe."

Swiftdance dipped his head, whiskers curling affectionately. "Yeah. I know."

He hesitated, and pushed his catch for the day over to her. "Here," He murmured. "Take it. Tell her and the kits I said hi, alright?"

[literal.swag.]

Prompt 1
Username + ID: literal.swag. + 1047454
Cat(s) Involved: wren + tabitha
Prompt: "Write about one of your cat's struggles with love.
How did they work through it? Did they find love afterall?"

Wren is not one to love, not one to feel such a warmhearted and cozy feeling. One that warms your blood, that tickles the walls of your chest, that sets free butterflies into the cavern of your stomach. No, Wren is a cat who is accustomed to the neutrality of solitary, of the emptiness and okay-ness with being their only company. They does not love, or at least not in the way that many seem to comprehend love. Sure, Wren loves to con, to fool others and trick them into getting what they want. They love to corrupt the minds of the innocence with terror or doubt, they love to win and to thieve. Wren loves to simply be on their own. While sure, Wren does have a "friend" or two of sorts, a Bonnie to their Clyde, they does not love them. They admires the other's criminal skills and similar lack of morals, and enjoys that the more paws and deceitful minds means the bigger schemes and scams that can occur. But that is not love.

Wren does not want to love, has no desire to find a cat who soothes their worries and tends to their wounds. It is simply extra baggage, more of a hinderance than a help. They do not want to open up, to feel cared for or seen because they know themselves best. Wren knows that the only way to get things done is to do it themselves. They know that the only cat that they can truly rely on is themself. The thought of loving someone, of having someone dote on them everyday and of having someone up under their paws at all times is sickening. It makes them queasy and disgusted.

Wren does not want to be in love. Does not want to fawn over the smell of their partner, to desire their presence and company, to miss their warmth when falling asleep alone at night. They do not want to daydream conversations with them or a possible future. Wren does not want to miss their voice or the way their fur feels against their own. They do not want to miss sharing a meal or a good-natured laugh. They simply do not want to feel in love.

So why, why do they feel this way? Why does the very thought of a certain fuzzy cream caliby pang against the walls of their chest? Why does the space beside them during a meal feel so vast, so empty? Why does the sight of something unusual and amusing conjure up the desire to share it with a certain female. Why does the comfort and warmth of their bed feel so cold? And why does the simple mention of the name Tabitha stir up storms of butterflies and warm them to the tips of their ears? Why why why?! Wren does not know, and does know desire to know. They're too afraid that if they think to hard or dig too deep, that what they don't want to be true will be. So, Wren keeps it to themselves and tries their best to be flustered from afar and distance themself from Tabitha as much as they can.

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