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Tell me about a goal this cat has in their life.

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Description: chocolate barred ticked torbie with low white
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Edits: [NR] expression
[C] fangs, sclera color, min fur
Owner: Plaga

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[Thani]

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[0Zero0]

Username: 0Zero0
Cat Name: Thistle
Gender: dfab He/him
Rank: Apparition
Clan: Tailless Comet
Age: 1+
Prompt: Thistle was abandoned as a kit, cause the mother thought he was dead, when a young adventurer found him and saved his life. A very sickly child. He had a hard time growing up, hunting for himself. He would often need assistance walking a lot of his childhood since his muscles had a hard time developing. Eventually He didn't like the views of the clan. So he set out on his own as soon as he was able, he was an apprentice at the time.

He was a bit of a controlling and manipulative cat. Getting a few others to join him on his goals. One of them being to rewrite the rules of the mountain, but more importantly, and more personally, to find, and get revenge on, his mother. This is a long lasting goal, as finding his birth mother is something that can't be easy for a small beast such as himself, and he is willing to do anything to get to this. Thistle is even willing to murder.

[Terracotta Tone]

Username: TerracottaTone
Cat Name: Sunlit Scatter of Leaves Underpaw, AKA Sunlit
Gender: Tom (Male)
Rank: Damner
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4785485&p=139586834#p139586834
Age: 37 Moons
Prompt:

(God I love this lore-)

Ever since Sunlit Scatter was a Youngling, he had always wondered to himself exactly why he was wandering the forest alone. While yes, many other cats were with him, he had always felt disconnected. It took him until he was a Crafter to realise. He didn't fit in, but not because of what he could not do, but rather what he could do. Many nights he had awoken to moans of an injured cat, only to see a moving shape that flickered away. One night, a claw scratched his flank, but only just to pierce the skin. Ever since that day, the moaning cat has been more and more present. But who was it? Sunlit Scatter would spend countless moons wondering. Until he saw it, in a full form. It was a cat, but horribly distorted. It's jaws parted to moan again, but instead, in a sorrowful, defeated voice. "Help me, please." It was clear, concise, but Sunlit Scatter turned tail and ran. But now the cat keeps showing up. It keeps crying out to him, to help him. But he does not understand. It is very frustrating to be the only cat to see this... THING... and being unable to rid himself of it. Sunlit Scatter has thus become more reclusive, muttering to himself and hissing at cats who near him. Unfortunately, he was demoted from Crafter, to Damner, not for his actions, but to save himself. He does not frogive the thing of a cat, and will stop at nothing to rid it from his life once and for all. He isn't crazy, is he?!

[KittyandCat]

Username: KittyandCat
Cat Name: Squirrelstripe
Gender: she-cat
Rank: deputy
Clan: HollowClan
Age: 43 moons
Prompt:

xxxTwo amber eyes stared out from under the bush. It was night, the full moon casting cold light into the clearing. Rain poured and thunder boomed. Whispers throughout the camp were whisked away by the sound of water and wind. This was the worst storm HollowClan had seen in moons.

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xxxSquirrelstripe streaked through the rain into her leader’s den. Thunder cracked as she stepped through the dripping vines covering the entrance, and she shook her fur before meeting Heatherstar’s eyes. “Squirrelstripe,” she regarded her deputy coldly. “Please, sit down.”
xxxNot taking her gaze off her leader, she stepped further into the den before sitting, placing her tail neatly over her paws. “You seem to have been busy the past few days,” Heatherstar said slowly. “Of course, organizing hunting parties around the mentor’s training plans and-” “No. You’ve been busy outside of camp.” Taken aback, Squirrelstripe hesitated, before stuttering out, “It’s greenleaf, Heatherstar, and before tonight the weather has been great. Can’t I have some time to myself?”
xxxHeatherstar snarled, her fur rising so suddenly that Squirrelstripe flinched away. “I can smell it on you, you foxheart!” She yowled, and if it weren’t for the rain Squirrelstripe would be afraid some other cat would hear them. “You’ve been out meeting with those rogues from afar!” Squirrelstripe chose her words carefully. “Heatherstar,” she meowed, keeping her voice even and a bit cold, “Those rogues are not dangerous. They’ve told you what they want- they came here because StarClan brought them!” “StarClan-” Passion was creeping into Squirrelstripe’s voice now as she spoke over her leader. “It has been seasons upon seasons of isolation for HollowClan for as long as any cat can remember. But we’ve all heard the legends- stories of a time when we lived among other clans. When we had borders to patrol, reason to claim territory as ours- StarClan has brought us these cats to revive the warrior code-”
xxx “ENOUGH!” Heatherstar screeched. “You dare defy me, you-” she was on her paws now, her back arched. Suddenly she relaxed, though anger still burned in her eyes. “Get out. Get out of my den.” Squirrelstripe got to her paws and began to leave, pausing at the entrance to look back at her leader, clawing up her bedding. “I will change your mind, Heatherstar, I promise.” Before heading back out into the rain.

[ivyy.]

Username: ivyy.
Cat Name: Keeynal
Gender: Tom
Rank: tbd
Clan: ☽ Ashen Trail ☾
Age: 65 m
Prompt: The ground was littered with stars, the stars themselves seemingly caved in to join amongst the dirt of the earth, mixing with his paws as he stood over the sparkling ground. "Hello? Hello!?" He yowled into nothingness, searching for something but finding nothing. It felt as if he was floating over the universe as a whole, even able to see a blue and green planet in the far distance. His breath came fast and rough as fear began to gather in his chest like the colorful building blocks of a human child. "Why have you brought me here, Okara?"

"Legend has it- you can present me with a wish! Please! My little brother is very sick. I desperately seek your guidance, Okara, I can present you with anything you would like!" Keeynal called into the empty void of which he presumed to be the entrance to Okara's home. Keeynal collapsed, sobbing and broken onto the starry floor, "Please..." His voice was hushed as he felt himself fading from the world of the afterlife, or, whatever this place really was. A voice echoed all around him, bringing his attention to his surroundings once more, "You, young traveler, are not welcome here." The voice of Okala was not feminine nor masculine and it held a thick authoritarian aura to it. Keeynal stood and cleared his throat, tears drying at his cheeks as he rose his shaky voice to answer.

"Ruler O-Okala? I've come to ask for a cure! To exchange anything of mine for my brother's health and well-being. We've grown lost after-" Okala cut him off. "Chimboa isn't alive anymore. His spirit has joined the thousands of others like him." The stars seemed to begin to fade as Keeynal attempted to form words. That was before everything went dark and the last words Okala had spoken to him echoed throughout his mind.

His spirit has joined the thousands.

Keeynal's eyes flitted open when he found himself at the shore of a small forest pond, a frog croaking quietly beside him. Keeynal snarled and batted the frog into the water, tears beginning their journey down his soft cheeks. "I'll get you back, Chimboa. I swear on Okala's guild."

[ArithMedic]

Username: ArithMedic
Cat Name: Sparkpelt
Gender: Tom
Rank: Science Cat
Clan: Lotusclan
Age: 32 moons
Prompt: Sparkpelt's greatest dream is to make a 'living' machine, one that can move and think on it's own, without direction from a cat. He has been working on this dream from the moment he first picked up a gear. He has made machines capable of walking with instructions that he calls "programing." The hardest part, however, is what he calls "artificial intelligence," the ability for the machine to direct itself. He has not been able to get the machines to maintain instructions on their own, much less come up with new ones themselves.

[Plaga]

✧ Username: Plaga
✧ Cat Name: Plume of The Ashes
✧ Gender: Male
✧ Rank: Soldier (Highest general)
✧ Clan: тнє ηєω мσση вяιηgєяѕ
✧ Age: 5 years
✧ Prompt:
˚ 　· 　　 . ✧ Plume of The Ashes, called also just Ashes, is a very ambitious cat. He was very ambitious since he was a small kit, even though he probably no longer remembers how he always cared a bit too much about opinion of his mutuals and always criticized everything he did. He didn’t catch enough mice, he didn’t learn to hunt soon enough, he was weaker than that one private who of course, had to be seen as better than him by his mentor. If the Commander only wanted, Ashes could be replaced by him anytime, Ashes felt he was nothing but a tiny, unimportant and unnoticeable drop in this ocean of better and more talented cats. And it enraged him.
In order to cure himself from all the insecurities, to prove that he is to be respected and looked up to - he spent all his time as a private, an apprentice, learning the deepest mysteries of witchcraft in a way even a regular Bringer could not know everything about. Almost everyone of the New Mooners could at least do basic summons and rituals but it was indeed hard to find one so fixated on this aspect of being a Bringer as Plume was. He had to find his own niche, the thing only him could do perfectly and nobody could replace him no matter what. He learned every single sigil and element of summoning he only was capable of, even if some objectively he didn’t even need, he trained himself breaking his own limits even when his head was flooding from migraines from the overload he was getting himself into… but one, specific element that was close to his heart truly, was nothing but the fire. Fire could burn everything that got into its way, not much capable of stopping it. It could be both sacred and cursed. It could bring both spiritual and physical purgation or just destroy both will and one’s body. Not many Bringers could posses that much connection to it, and he already got what he wanted when he was awarded with the highest Bringers’ military rank. But it soon stopped satisfying Ashes, as it apparently didn’t fully fill the emptiness in his heart. What did it matter when out of all the nearby nations, only his own cheered and bowed their heads in respect at the sight of him? It was not that much of achievement, he thought, as it takes a “little” to be accepted within those who raised you and you raised them. He never truly had to be someone that much greater, as obviously, he had an easier start being respected as just a Bringer within other of his kind.
He never stopped his learning about his favorite type of energy, as when he heard rumors about the nearby clan’s having a dormant volcano on its territory. He now focuses to do everything in his strength to become powerful enough to raise the long-ago soothed fires and lava back to its activity and force the other nations to bow to him too and let Bringers, especially him, become their leader. It doesn’t go well, as it seems impossible to do even with extreme power, but Ashes believes in himself, or at least wants to and he misses no opportunity and day to train his earth and fire related energies to soon achieve what he wants. He secretly wishes to be treated like a god capable of both destruction and restoration, but he probably still isn’t bold enough to admit it out loud, and he’s deep down afraid that the real gods could tear him into pieces for even thinking he, a mortal is comparable in any way to them. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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